Monthly Archives: June 2018
First off, I added a new feature to my blog. Each evening, I will be posting a “Pic of the Day.” I have lots of pictures saved and many of them will never match up in any way to a post I’m writing, but I still want to share them. So, there will be a new pic each day.
Second, tomorrow morning, I will be traveling to Washington, D.C. I have to go there on business. We are flying down, but because we are picking up some artifacts for the museum, we are driving them back up here to Vermont. It’s about a nine hour drive so we are going to start our trip back late tomorrow and get about two hours of driving in before stopping for the night. Then we will make the rest do the trip the next day. It’s going to be a whirlwind trip.
A man’s belly shall be satisfied with the fruit of his mouth; and with the increase of his lips shall he be filled. (KJV) ( Proverbs 18:20 )
Usually, after dinner time, everyone leaves to clean up or return to their previous activities. Although, there’s nothing quite like sitting around the table and talking, enjoying one another’s company. Maybe it’s remembering the same old stories or laughing about the day’s events. After lingering around the table, there’s nothing more satisfying than being with those you love. Try sticking around the table this evening and taking part in the satisfaction of table talk.
I really don’t know what to write about. Nothing much is happening at work. There are no new job prospects. I am going to Washington, D.C. next week, but only for a very short business trip. I’ll write more about that next week. It’s just kind of boring around here. It’s summer, and it’s not even that hot. I’m sure it will get hot, but the humidity has been fairly low, making it fairly pleasant. I have my annual evaluation at work today. It’s not going to mean anything because my job is coming to an end. So it’s pretty much just a procedure and that’s it. So, really there is not much to talk about. It’s just a lot of boring shit.
Do you want to spend the first day of summer at the lake, beach, or the pool? I’ll be at work, but personally, I’d love to be at the beach.
One of my pet peeves about Vermont is the beards. Nine out of ten men here have beards. I don’t mind a little scruff or a neatly trimmed short beard, but what I can’t stand is a shaggy unkept beard. My grandmama (God rest her soul) hated beards even more than I do. I can at least take a neatly trimmed beard; she couldn’t. She even said there was no way Jesus had a beard, because she just didn’t like beards. She was funny like that. While nine out of ten men in Vermont have beards, the majority of them have bushy unkept beards. Some even rivaling Duck Dynasty beards. To me, it’s just disgusting. I like a man that is clean cut. A little scruff is okay on occasion, but I’d prefer a man to be clean cut. I may have a little stubble if I’m not going anywhere and don’t shave for a few days, but mostly, I shave everyday. Bushy unkept beards are a sign of laziness when it comes to personal hygiene, and I like a clean man. So, there you have it. My rant of the day.
Now the guy in this picture, I could definitely take. He may not have the slim cut body that I normally feature on this blog, but he’s still cute. I love the nipple piercing, and he obviously likes cats. I even like his moderate hairiness. Yes, I could definitely go for him.
Amid the Roses
by Alice Dunbar-Nelson
There is tropical warmth and languorous life
Where the roses lie
In a tempting drift
Of pink and red and golden light
Untouched as yet by the pruning knife.
And the still, warm life of the roses fair
That whisper “Come,”
Of sweet caresses, close and pure
Has a thorny whiff in the perfumed air.
There are thorns and love in the roses’ bed,
And Satan too
Must linger there;
So Satan’s wiles and the conscience stings,
Must now abide—the roses are dead.
I had the worst fucking Sunday. I had a migraine all day long. At times it would get better, but not completely go away. At other times it was just excruciating. I stayed nauseated almost all day long. In other words, I was miserable. I didn’t want to watch TV, and I couldn’t read. My eyes have a hard time focusing when I have a headache like this. Now it’s Monday, and I have to go to work. Where did my weekend go? Sorry for the complaining, but sometimes you just have to let it all out.