wondering if conspiracy theorists know something we don’t know.
an OK guy.
a loyal (some say to a fault) friend.
someone you can count on.
really, really, REALLY confused.
on some days “ok looking” on other days,
walking a tight rope of emotion.
ready for the next step of my evolution.
wondering, as I am sure we all have at one time or another, why is man here?
wondering how the universe came into existence.
A pui tardí
If you could meet anyone on this earth, who would it be?
What does your latest text message from someone else say?
It’s already 80 here and of course I’M BOILING!!!
Do you sleep with or without clothes on?
It depends on my mood
If you are outside, what are you most likely doing?
One of three things, either gardening, looking at the sky or taking pictures.
Do you prefer to be behind the camera or in front of it?
Behind….sometimes I’ll snap a gpom
What does your URL mean?
It’s my online identity. It comes from Star Trek: Deep Space Nine. A “Vedek” (comparable to a Cardinal or a Bishop) is the second highest level of the Bajoran religion, also make up the Vedek Assembly, the committee which is responsible for the spiritual issues of the Bajoran people. And Drew, well that’s another identity. 🙂
Have you ever gone skinny dipping?
Yes, one Summer almost every week-end
Who is your celebrity crush?
I have a “man crush” on Scott K. Foley. I also adore Kate Mulgrew
How do you vent your anger?
Depends on what or at whom I am angry.
Do you have a collection of anything?
I collect post cards
and I still am, but now recognised as traps. Did that make sense?
the trap of believing that one has to be a part of a pair in order to be complete.
the trap of emotion. (Ahh, here we go)
It isn’t often that I let anyone into my most personal space…my head.
“What on Earth do you mean?”
I mean, to occupy so much of mind that they become all I think about. That I wonder what they’re doing every minute of the day.
That was just too freakin odd. And I did not like that at all.
the trap, that, I think many people feel today. the trap of “what’s the sodding point?”
You know what, don’t feel like listing all of the traps. Let’s just lump it into the trap of LIFE.
But, as usual, the UNIVERSE parted the veil so that vision could be cleared….
The moment I let go of IT, was the moment I got more than I could handle.
The moment I jumped off of IT, was the moment I touched down.
I happened to be listening to Alanis Morissette this morning whilst driving somewhere. And the moment I sang those words….a sigh of relief.
So I’m letting go of IT.
that is today, right now as I write this
Oh, 2013 is the year of write and post. No editing, no self censoring. Just sayin’.
I am of peace
Ok, let’s see how this works. And of course because I want to do this, there will not be any major odd autocorrects.
On the road, returning from a day trip to West Virginia. Took in a few sights. One of those sites was Oglebay Park.
The holiday lights at Oglebay park were spectacular! (Oglebay Park is a self supporting public municipal park, the only one of its kind, located on the outskirts of Wheeling, West Virginia on 1,650 acres (670 ha). The park has been open to the public since 1928 when the park’s governing body, the Wheeling Park Commission, began operations at the former estate of Earl W. Oglebay. In 1926, Earl W. Oglebay donated his summer estate, Waddington Farms, to the city of Wheeling.) In case you were wondering.
Another place was Coleman’s Fish Market. The only thing I am going to say about that……..YUM YUM YUM
Ok this one is a wrap. For some reason, my fingers strike true. So I’m saying…..
a pui tardi
does anyone else have trouble recalling past blogs? Did I do this one here, on perhaps on YouTube?
Query: realistically, how long can a person blame their parents/caregivers for the “crap” of their lives?
I ask this because, lately I’ve been hearing “I’m this way because my mom didn’t do this.”
“I’m this way because my dad was never home.”
I am a bit bothered by this. I’m asking myself, “What about … PERSONAL RESPONSIBILITY?”
It seems to me that’s what is lacking in the world today. We choose to place blame at the feet of others as opposed to “man-ing up” and saying that we are because of decisions I made. My life “sucks” not because my mom didn’t buy me a pair of trainers or
Our purpose, well one of then anyway is to learn something new everyday; to try to make the world a better place. (ok, lets all join hands and sing Kumbayah.) So, with that said, jejeje, I require your assistance with a Christian religious matter. I make no jest. I am quite serious about this.
What does the hiding of multi-hued eggs, a huge “bunny” (that honestly looks quite scary) and various confections have to do with the resurrection of the Christian saviour? I honestly don’t get it. So, without threats of my “eternal soul burning forever in the fire pits of Hell” and all of the other threats of damnation, can someone explain this to me?
I eagerly await your responses. Yeah, I could google the meaning, but, I am curious to get “real-world” answers. \o/ < I love this little guy!
Son: “Daddy, I have to write a special report for school, but I don’t know what Politics is.”
Father: “Well, let’s take our home as an example. I am the bread-winner, so let’s call me Capitalism. Your Mum is the administrator of money, so we’ll call her Government. We take care of your need, so let’s call you The People. We’ll call the maid the Working Class and your brother we can call The Future. Do you understand son?”
Son: “I’m not really sure, Dad. I’ll have to think about it.”
That night awakened by his brother’s crying, the boy went to see what was wrong. Discovering that the baby had seriously soiled his diaper, the boy went to his parents’ room and found his mother sound asleep. He went to the maid’s room, where, peeking through the keyhole, he saw his father in bed with the maid. The boy’s knocking went totally unheeded by his father and the maid, so the boy returned to his room and went back to sleep.
The next morning he reported to his father.
Son: “Dad, now I think I understand what Politics is.”
Father: “Good son! Can you explain it to me in your own words?”
Son: “Well Dad, while Capitalism is screwing the Working Class, Government is sound asleep, the People are being completely ignored and the Future is full of Shit.”