Maybe you are driving your Dad crazy too?

This is a highly judgemental forum post Who gives anyone the right to say they can't judge???? Hmmmm

We all judge all the time. Were you handed a sentence with the judgement? Maybe it should be handed down as a paragraph instead, to wit:

If I see some young kid walking down the street with his trousers half down and his boxers halfway exposed is it not my right to think it looks completely stupid and impractical to boot? Ihave the same right to think it looks stupid as others have the right to think it looks cool.

Laws are established daily by the corporate judgements of society. Is that wrong too? Isn't corporate opinion formed by a whole bunch of individual opinions? How then, can individual opinions be deemed inappropriate if they are a requirement of corporate opinion?

I JUDGE that you are fully entitled to your opinion, however faulty it might be.

If someone tells me they plan to whip me, I am not one to wait and play the defensive role. My Dad taught me to hit first, hit hard and only need to hit once. The advice has always kept me from getting whipped. I was jumped one day by three boys on the way home from school. One of them who was much larger than me beat me up. After that my Dad gave me the previous advice. A few months later that same kid, Jack conspired with his friend Nicki to yank my shorts off during gym class and throw me through the small door naked into the girls side of the gym. I hit Jack like my Dad told me to. I aimed for the back of his head allowing his nose to be the primary target. Jack hit the floor of the gym rather hard and as he regained his senses he uttered lots of threats and curses. (Which over the next two years he never acted on) Nickie stood in disbelief that the school bully had been Kayoed by the class weakling as did the other gym students. From that day forward nobody in my school picked on me. The problem had been severe as was indicated by the improvement in my grades. I went from a C-D F student to an A-B student almost overnight

As an adult I had to defend a woman from her wife beater husband. My ex wife had offered to take her to a safe house and we were in their house when he came home unexpectedly. Angry, he went for the rifle in his closet and as he came through the bedroom door I was waiting for him. Grabbing the barrel of the gun I swung it over his head and pinned him with it. Then I propeled him back through his bedroom and plunged us both headfirst into the bathtub where if the gun discharged it would do the least damage. I gave him every peaceful opportunity to let go of the gun before I took it from him with my fists. I really do hate fighting but there was lots of blood that day and none of it was mine. I did walk away with the gun and his wife and 4 kids were taken to the safe house. The County Sherriff's deputy arrived 45 minutes later and asked why I had not just killed him and saved them the trouble. It was a redneck county to be sure! Later on Tom and I became friends and I became sort of a mentor to him. He was thankful I did not let him do something very stupid that night

My "Marriage from Hell" resulted from an LTR and there are some things to watch out forIn an LTR it is easy to believe a person really means what they say. There is no eye contact and it is hard to ask as many detailed questions using a computer. When you actually do meet the person, multitudinous conversations and feelings have already been built up and sex often comes pretty easily since so many bridges towards intimacy have usually already been established. The normal waiting/testing period is usually circumvented. In spite of a two inch thick set of printed emails and messages and countless phone calls we found there were a huge number of uncharted questions and answers, most of which required day to day interaction. If two people don't expect much of each other I suppose an LTR will probably work. If they have great expectations of each other they will most probably suffer from buyers remorse and the relationship will fail. I thinkmthe biggest mistake is to trust the LTR for establishing the relationship. Move close together but live apart for awhile and it will be much safer. Move in together or get married right away like we did and you will find a very real possibility for disaster. Two years and $20,000 bear excellent witness to the truth of what I have just said.

I will never fall in love...




I Dive in... Its more fun than skinny dippin'!!

Maybe you need to like YOURSELF more

Beyond the portals of my eyes
There are such vast and colored skies,
made light by every rising star;
each in it's own meandering path,
across horizons yet uncharted.

Creative juices flow,
as rivulets cascading into pools
of introspective thought.
Ripples catch the colors
of countless reflected suns,
each as one sole facet
of a priceless gem;
a dimestore trinket,
valued only by the childlike spirit
who holds it in her hand
and grateful heart.

And in the quiet of each night
when sleep might beguile
those inclined to rest
a full moon beckons us
to rise
to create,
to dream
and imagine
every great and wondrous thing;
to love, and make love,
to talk endless hours,
for there will be no tomorrow

"Tomorrow" never comes,
for when each day is ended
it is once again "today",
as new suns rise within our hearts
enjoin me in this dance of life
forever and a day
come with me and play

steven

In the stillness of the night
when the moon is full and bright
and the wind is but a whisper
through the budding trees

Silhouetted cedars rise
against brighter midnight skies
Coyotes fill the night with sound
cicadas softly sing

When in my heart there comes along
a melodious but lonesome song
a reminder that I sit alone
Do you hear it too?

steven

I liked the sign I saw much better. In the Lobby it said "Don't kiss our girls... They're all tellers"

Love is like a fountain, flowing to a stream...caressing small stones, evading large rocks and always finding new pathways. Love is crystal clear, never stirring red clay banks, always cleansing itself within the sands and pebbles. Love has no single set course but ever onward. Love is like a river strong, serving all who care to float or swim. Love is like the ocean deep and teeming with life. Love is like the droplet standing on my window sill. Looking very closely I can see your image there.

I was encouraged to post a new poem a few minutes ago by someone very special and I could not resist so I put this one on the forum. Below I will add my latest one...

STARLITE MINUET

The sandy beach beneath our feet
Mountains looming overhead
tides flow in to then retreat
scarlet sunset tints of red

So dance for me upon the dune
to a starlite minuet
my enchanted heart will swoon
by your graceful silhouette

Then let me capture in my arms
your body mine to hold
mesmerized by your charms
as passions hopes unfold

Lifted by our hearts of bliss
feelings touch the sky
when perchance we stop and kiss
and never reason why

If I was your shining star
I'd touch you by my glow
golden starlight from afar
so that your heart would know

And touch you with my soft caress
and flow into your eyes
no act of love could I supress
until the sun shall rise

steven

Do you know how to "short-sheet" a bed?

Take the blanket off and tuck the top sheet in at the head of the bed to look like the fitted sheet. Now fold it in half, pulling the bottom part of the sheet to be up where the top sheet should normally be. When the person tries to get into bed they find a pocket formed by the fold which prevents them from getting into the bed. It is especially frustrating after the lights have been turned off

I am now 56 and I am proud to say I don't look a day over 80. It must be the jeans. Yep, tight fittin' jeans. That does the trick. I see so many gals on here who are my same age and they look a lot older than my Mother. Sometimes it scares me as I think? Am I that old too? But then I remember about those jeans oops I mean genes and I am thankful that my family ages well. Becoming older simply means you are able to see more clearly. That only works if you look ahead... not backward. This is not the time you need to be thinking of things you have not accomplished but a time to plan what you WILL accomplish in the next upcoming years. If you were clever enough to have done that when you were 21, 31 might not be so disappointing. But you are clever enough now so spend a little time thinking about where you plan to be at 41 and work towards that goal!

The earliest Cave Dwellers were called "Crow Magna"
and when a group of them discovered perfectly oval stones in a creek bed they took them home and placed them symbolically on a rock ledge. They then covered their caves with ornate images of these stones, holding them in reverence as deities brought from the bowels of the earth. One day a bolt of lightning struck the mountain above their cave and the stones sprung to life. Most of the full grown chickens flew the coupe (creating the first really bad car/cave joke) leaving only broken shells behind, along with a few charred feathers and three dead birds.

On this day the first chickens were produced. The three which did not survive were charred. Tempted by the smell and very tired of roast Brontosaurus three of these earliest humans ate the birds. The first of the men was known for his trait of sleeping on beds of sand. They called him the sandman. Later generations would be called Saunders which would eventually evolve into Colonel Harlan Saunders, creator of KFC.

The second man was a swamp hunter with a penchant for wrestling Dinogaters and snakes. He received the most heavily toasted bird and passed the recipe along his geneological lines until it was finally made famous by a group of Cajuns living in Louisianna. Uniquely they called it "Blackened Chicken"

The third man died by choking on a chicken bone which caught in his throat. Being unfamiliar with the term "chicken" The cave dwellers called the escaped birds "crows", named after some small reptilian birds they often noticed in the black swamps and deathly feared; hence eating crow became a popular term denoting something very insidious. In later years "eating crow" would refer to apologetic behavior. Intimately woven into the DNA of most men was some message going all the way back to the Stone age which shouted "Never apologize for anything or a bone will stick in your throat and you will die" Most cave women of that earliest era saw the humor in the situation and laughed, calling the men "Boneheads" later they shortened the name to "Boners" creating the first reference to men as the most primal phallic symbol. Not knowing about human physiology they believed that men were directed by their genetalia. How silly is that???

Although I do not have much of a formal education I have been asked to critique poetry for several teachers and college professors. Most often it is a dangerous game. Most people who ask to have their poetry critiqued are actually asking for approval. I sometimes make them pretty angry because if they ask to have me critique it; I critique it. Sometimes it practically has to be rewritten to be effective. I tend to be from the old school where an "assonance" is just another name for a bad rhyme. My favorite recollection is of an Arkansas high school teacher who said she broke out in tears when I critiqued her work but she still thanked me for it. She did listen, though and eventually started winning awards and recognition for her new and edited work. Poetry is a fairly subjective thing and few people are qualified to critique all kinds of work. Many people send me things to post on my poetry site guest pages but I find few which are really worthy of being posted. I will leave that job for the infamous Poetry.com steve

My kids were homeschooled too and those people who insist that children are in some way benefited by the societal impact of "Age Segregated Herding" need to study the facts, The proof is in the pudding. Home schooled kids invariably score higher on achievement tests than public school kids and they have higher social skills. WHY? They have one on one instruction. They are not distracted by their classmates. They usually are taught higher moral and ethical standards. They are taught to interact with adults rather than learning their communication skills from other (often misbehaved) children. Not even the State of California can pull this one off! There seems to be a limit on how smart legislators can be, but no limit at all how stupid they can become!

Sometimes love is like a rose, needing constant feeding and care. Other times it is like a desert bloom. Always it is like the magic of a sunrise and the awe of a distant sunset. It is warm and glowing, hilarious and sacred, light as a feather's touch yet deep as an artesion well ever flowing.

I write the scripts so people give me muppets. i must have 30 brand new ones in boxes. I think they have parties when I am gone.

This rhetoric sounds like a hate speech against Christianity

Valentines Day is a celebration of Love. What holiday could possibly have greater value than that? Although romantic love is most often celebrated on Valentines Day, when we were school kids, we celebrated friendship in the giving and receiving of candy and cards. I made a Valentine card for anyone who would not otherwise receive one and posted it at

www.rhapsody.homestead.com/valentine.html

I am going to celebrate Valentines Day this year even if I have to do it alone!!!

Men and women may be different but in the long run most of them want the same things. Women want sex in most cases just as much as men do but they want it a certain way. They want to feel it is the icing on the cake. They want it to be the celebration of a great, trusting, safe, secure relationship. Men would love to say they think that way too. Men just seem to settle for a bit less sometimes and unfortunately far too many men are willing to say things dishonestly to acquire sex. Strangely enough, many women lie just as often to get what they want in a relationship. It would be safe to say that MOST people of either gender desire to love and be loved. It is unfortunate that so very few have the emotional maturity or commitment levels to ever reach that point. It is a twisted world we live in but in my little corner I still believe in fairy tale romance, lasting love, and eternal hope. steve