Thursday, August 14, 2008
Yet another battle with the scope.
I think 5 is the number that's gonna work. Well, I take that back. It's been 3 weeks since I started this post and my knee is so so. I had my 5th scope on my left knee August 1st. I was blessed to have one of the Padres surgeons perform the surgery. They found an existing Lateral Meniscus tear along with the clean up they planned to do. My MRI's had not disclosed a tear but I knew here was something wrong in that area of my knee. At least the doctor mentioned I have options if I have future problems, instead of knee replacement. I'm not a young buck by any means, so this effort to have a semi normal knee is going to take some work. Depressing and at the same time hope. Pretty much my life for the last few years.
Wednesday, July 23, 2008
Happy Birthday!
Yesterday was July 22nd, my dad's birthday. He would have been 88 years old.
Happy Birthday DAD!
I LOVE YOU
Happy Birthday DAD!
I LOVE YOU
Friday, July 18, 2008
Wednesday, July 9, 2008
I wanna be ...
Today's blog just happens to be one of my favorite topics... Women's underwear! You may think I'm a sick, crazy or just a middle aged perv? Probably all three but no different than any other guy. I mean c'mon, what guy doesn't like women's underwear?
I had a hell of a day yesterday. I was driving home from work, exhausted from a long day, almost half asleep when I noticed that someone had put in a Bryan Adams CD in the player. I like Bryan Adams music but I really enjoy one particular song he sings. I found the track and my whole day just turned brighter. Other drivers on 52 must have thought I was crazy singing to the top of my lungs in rush hour, but it made me feel good.
So if you're having a bad day, I suggest you try singing to this, volume turned to maximum.
I wanna be your t-shirt when it's wet - I wanna be the shower when you sweat
I gotta be the tattoo on your skin - yeah lemme be your bed baby - when you climb in
I wanna be the sheets when you sleep - let me be the secrets that you keep
I gotta be the spoon - ta stir your cream
I wanna be the one that really makes you scream
I wanna be - your lipstick when ya lick it
I wanna be - your high heels when ya kick it
I wanna be - your sweet love babe - ya when you make it
from your feet up to your hair - more than anything I swear
I wanna be - your underwear
I wanna be the itch that you scratch - wanna be the chair when you relax
I gotta be your razor when you shave
I wanna be the habit that really makes you crave
I wanna be - your hot tub - when you're dippin'
I wanna be - your bathrobe - when you're drippin'
I wanna be - your cocktail baby - when you're sippin'
I just wanna be right there - more than anything I swear
I wanna be - your underwear
I wanna be your sleeping bag - baby slip inside
Let me be your motorcycle n' take you for a ride - alright
I wanna be - your hot sauce - ya when you're cookin'
I wanna be - your sunglasses - hey good lookin'
I wanna be - wanna be the one - you're stick your hook in
I just wanna be right there - more than anything I swear
Oh ya I wanna be - your underwear
Oh yeah... my favorite about women's underwear?... watching her take them off.
Sunday, June 29, 2008
The little town that could ...
Baseball town USA ... Cooperstown New York! What a great place. (but I have no idea how this town survives the winter months) What would you do?
Without the Baseball Hall of Fame and Cooperstown Dreams Park for kids, this is a sleepy little town. I actually love it. I could see myself living here in the Spring thru Fall, but Winter? I don't know.
We won our 1st game of the tournament this morning 12-0 against the New Jersey Yard Dogs. Cool name! The boys seem to be happy although they are adjusting to the weather and still the jet lag.
Go... So Cal Red Sox!!!
Without the Baseball Hall of Fame and Cooperstown Dreams Park for kids, this is a sleepy little town. I actually love it. I could see myself living here in the Spring thru Fall, but Winter? I don't know.
We won our 1st game of the tournament this morning 12-0 against the New Jersey Yard Dogs. Cool name! The boys seem to be happy although they are adjusting to the weather and still the jet lag.
We play again today at 4:30PM, then it's a BBQ party with the team. What a great time to be a kid!
Go... So Cal Red Sox!!!
Sunday, June 22, 2008
When God speaks to you...
This morning I woke up to another miserable hot day. I usually love the hot weather but the past two days have been too much on me.
I spent yesterday working on our Little League baseball field in preparation for this years All Star games. We are hosting part of the tournament and being the "Field Maintenance" coordinator for our league I better have our field in top condition for play. I leave Thursday for Cooperstown, so time is the essence.
Needless to say, I pushed myself too much and lost. I had my first case of heat stroke. Kind of scary. My body just shut down, I didn't realize it till it was too late. My buddy, who I met for a quick beverage, thought I had saw a ghost. No hospital visit but I was just a click away.
Anyways ... this morning my wife mentioned she was attending church and low and behold I said I'm going too. It's not that I dislike or never go, I'm just not that spontaneous on a Sunday morning.
Which leads me to the topic ... "When God speaks to you"
The presentation/talk/sermon whatever you would like to call it was "God at the movies" One of the topics the pastor addressed was ... Do you hear/listen when God speaks to you? I chuckled ... he just did two hours earlier to get my rear in gear and get to church.
He asked us to write down each night when we thought God had spoke to us that day. I did enjoy his words along with the inspiration.
God spoke to me often today.
I spent yesterday working on our Little League baseball field in preparation for this years All Star games. We are hosting part of the tournament and being the "Field Maintenance" coordinator for our league I better have our field in top condition for play. I leave Thursday for Cooperstown, so time is the essence.
Needless to say, I pushed myself too much and lost. I had my first case of heat stroke. Kind of scary. My body just shut down, I didn't realize it till it was too late. My buddy, who I met for a quick beverage, thought I had saw a ghost. No hospital visit but I was just a click away.
Anyways ... this morning my wife mentioned she was attending church and low and behold I said I'm going too. It's not that I dislike or never go, I'm just not that spontaneous on a Sunday morning.
Which leads me to the topic ... "When God speaks to you"
The presentation/talk/sermon whatever you would like to call it was "God at the movies" One of the topics the pastor addressed was ... Do you hear/listen when God speaks to you? I chuckled ... he just did two hours earlier to get my rear in gear and get to church.
He asked us to write down each night when we thought God had spoke to us that day. I did enjoy his words along with the inspiration.
God spoke to me often today.
Female Arousal
This is copied from a blog that I read often. I loved it.
There was an article in yesterday's Globe and Mail* about a study done on human arousal. They showed people various pictures and monitored physical arousal rates.
Straight guys are turned on by pictures of naked women, and gay guys are turned on by pictures of naked men. Lesbians are turned on by pictures of naked women. That's all to be expected. But straight women are of a different ilk.
Straight women are physically turned on by pictures of men about as much as they're turned on by pictures of landscapes, trees, mountains, that sort of thing. That is to say, not very much. What does turn them on? Pictures of naked women, men and women having sex together, and animals mating.
I think this can help to explain why Playgirl never sells (although I prefer my theory of hard-on avoidance hindering the development of a sustained graphic imagination). It's not that women aren't visually stimulated; it's that men aren't very visually appealing to women. By my estimation, my guy is incredibly hot. I love to watch him sleep, and I stare at him when he works. But when I look at him, I feel it in the pit of my stomach, not my groin. What does get me slippery is watching the Victoria Secret fashion show and various sex scenes in movies - just like the study says! I'm not so sure about the animal sex thing. I haven't notice feeling hot and horny watching nature shows, but I'll sure pay more attention to that in future.
But the interesting thing is how the researchers understood the data. One insisted it means all women are actually bi-sexual; the other argued that it means women's sexuality is complex. I lean towards the latter analysis. What arouses me and what I want to do are two different things - for me in particular. I've written before about finding rape scenes arousing, and I sure don't want to be the one in that visual.
I also think that women are just more aesthetically pleasing than men. It's all those soft rounded curves. It's the breasts! For hundred's of years women have been glorified in art. Sure there's Michelangelo's David and a few other dudes, but it's mainly women. And I don't think it's just because most artists through the ages have been guys. I think women are just visually stunning.
And I can't help feel a bit sorry for all those guys who aren't actually turning as many women on as they thought regardless how often they hit the gym.
I wonder to what extent this fact, it would seem, about heterosexual women plays a part in the myriad problems women have becoming aroused and getting off. We're with a man, but that man isn't a visual turn-on. What would happen if women plastered their rooms with pictures of naked women and people having sex. Then while she's getting it on with a man, she can get turned on by what he's doing to her and what she's seeing around her. The problem with this is that many women would be uncomfortable with porn on their walls. It's too bad.
I enjoy sex because I have a visual fantasy life going in my head. But this very fantasy world is something I've struggled with myself. I spent some time, in my 20s, trying to actually be there during sex - to be mentally present for the duration. It bothered me that once things got going, I took off in my head to see something more interesting than what was right in front of me. I figured it was because of the years I spent exploring my sexuality alone. I thought I had just trained myself to immediately click on a "show" when I wanted to get off. And now that I had a real, live partner, I wanted to untrain that habit. But I couldn't. If I didn't turn on the pictures in my head, I couldn't get anywhere. It wasn't until my early 30s that I decided I didn't care anymore. I'm cool with being in my head during sex - mainly. Okay, there's a niggling part that wishes I was 100% involved, but I can live with it for the sake of actually getting off. I'm honouring my personal arousal process, dammit!
I just can't believe I'm actually normal!! (It's actually kinda disappointing to tell you the truth.)
* I can't, for the life of me, find the article on-line, but I found this instead even though it has a slightly different result. I cut it out the original article and have it at work, so I know I didn't dream it.
Thanks for the interesting blog!
There was an article in yesterday's Globe and Mail* about a study done on human arousal. They showed people various pictures and monitored physical arousal rates.
Straight guys are turned on by pictures of naked women, and gay guys are turned on by pictures of naked men. Lesbians are turned on by pictures of naked women. That's all to be expected. But straight women are of a different ilk.
Straight women are physically turned on by pictures of men about as much as they're turned on by pictures of landscapes, trees, mountains, that sort of thing. That is to say, not very much. What does turn them on? Pictures of naked women, men and women having sex together, and animals mating.
I think this can help to explain why Playgirl never sells (although I prefer my theory of hard-on avoidance hindering the development of a sustained graphic imagination). It's not that women aren't visually stimulated; it's that men aren't very visually appealing to women. By my estimation, my guy is incredibly hot. I love to watch him sleep, and I stare at him when he works. But when I look at him, I feel it in the pit of my stomach, not my groin. What does get me slippery is watching the Victoria Secret fashion show and various sex scenes in movies - just like the study says! I'm not so sure about the animal sex thing. I haven't notice feeling hot and horny watching nature shows, but I'll sure pay more attention to that in future.
But the interesting thing is how the researchers understood the data. One insisted it means all women are actually bi-sexual; the other argued that it means women's sexuality is complex. I lean towards the latter analysis. What arouses me and what I want to do are two different things - for me in particular. I've written before about finding rape scenes arousing, and I sure don't want to be the one in that visual.
I also think that women are just more aesthetically pleasing than men. It's all those soft rounded curves. It's the breasts! For hundred's of years women have been glorified in art. Sure there's Michelangelo's David and a few other dudes, but it's mainly women. And I don't think it's just because most artists through the ages have been guys. I think women are just visually stunning.
And I can't help feel a bit sorry for all those guys who aren't actually turning as many women on as they thought regardless how often they hit the gym.
I wonder to what extent this fact, it would seem, about heterosexual women plays a part in the myriad problems women have becoming aroused and getting off. We're with a man, but that man isn't a visual turn-on. What would happen if women plastered their rooms with pictures of naked women and people having sex. Then while she's getting it on with a man, she can get turned on by what he's doing to her and what she's seeing around her. The problem with this is that many women would be uncomfortable with porn on their walls. It's too bad.
I enjoy sex because I have a visual fantasy life going in my head. But this very fantasy world is something I've struggled with myself. I spent some time, in my 20s, trying to actually be there during sex - to be mentally present for the duration. It bothered me that once things got going, I took off in my head to see something more interesting than what was right in front of me. I figured it was because of the years I spent exploring my sexuality alone. I thought I had just trained myself to immediately click on a "show" when I wanted to get off. And now that I had a real, live partner, I wanted to untrain that habit. But I couldn't. If I didn't turn on the pictures in my head, I couldn't get anywhere. It wasn't until my early 30s that I decided I didn't care anymore. I'm cool with being in my head during sex - mainly. Okay, there's a niggling part that wishes I was 100% involved, but I can live with it for the sake of actually getting off. I'm honouring my personal arousal process, dammit!
I just can't believe I'm actually normal!! (It's actually kinda disappointing to tell you the truth.)
* I can't, for the life of me, find the article on-line, but I found this instead even though it has a slightly different result. I cut it out the original article and have it at work, so I know I didn't dream it.
Thanks for the interesting blog!
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