Thursday, July 29, 2004

MEN ARE NEVER WRONG! (sometimes we just don't know where we are)

It's hard for people to admit when they are wrong.  Especially for men.

That's because we're never wrong.

We're not always right, but that's not the same as being wrong, which is a whole 'nother issue.

Take for example, the whole issue of stopping to ask for directions.  When a man has to stop and ask for directions, he is admiting defeat.  He is admitting that he was wrong.  That he's not up to the challenge of getting to where he wants to go. 

What man in his right mind stops and asks for directions?  A girly-man?  Yeah.  Real men don't need to.  Why?  Because we're not lost.  Now granted, sometimes we don't exactly know where we are, but that's not the same as being lost.

It's a fine line, but one that speaks volumes to the differences between men and women.

For hundreds of thousands of years, men have been (ahem) "encouraged" to be confident and decisive in their actions.  But more than that, it's a competition to see who can be the most confident, the most decisive one around.  Winners get to pass on their genes.

Well... what does it mean to be confident and decisive?

Confidence is the surety of ones action in the face of uncertainty.  In other words, you may not feel confident, but if your actions are confident then you are confident.  You may not be exactly right in your decision/action, but if you act as though you are right, then most of the time it doesn't matter if you were right in the first place.

So, for men, if we're want'n some lov'n, we have to act like we know what we're doing even when we don't have a clue.  Cause that's what you women want... that's what makes you feel safe.  In a harsh environment, confident action can sometimes mean the difference between life and death.  Hmmm... that sabertooth tiger looks pretty hungry... do I form a committee with the other men in the tribe where we can debate the best course of action for our organization, or do I grab the nearest brand of fire and fight like hell.

If Joe Erectus is out hunting Bison for the wife and kiddies, he's not going to stop and ask for directions at the neighboring village, is he?  Of course not, they're just as likely to filet him for supper as they are to have him for supper.  Stopping for directions=Bad, figuring it out on your own=good.

Custer made the mistake of asking for directions a Little Big Horn, and look where it got him.  Did Patton stop and ask the French which way to Berlin?  Are you kidding me?

You may think it's not a big deal to stop for directions/read the instruction manual/admit when we are wrong, but the truth is, everytime we do so, we lose a little bit of what makes us a man.

We become girly-men.

We may not always be right, but we're never wrong....


Wednesday, July 28, 2004

Post vacation blogging

Actually, I got back last Saturday, but I only blog from work (strict rule of mine), so Monday is the official day back.  BUT, with being gone for two weeks, it's taken me a couple of days to find my way to the top of my desk.


Have you ever noticed that when you go away for a long time that things seem to go ok without you?  I mean, the house didn't burn down, the dogs didn't die.  One of our snails did, but he was pretty old in snail years.

Did I tell you about the time that I left for a week and left the iron on the whole time?  It wasn't one of those turn-itself-off-because-you're-too-stupid-to-remember kind of irons.  I spent  a whole week in Omaha Nebraska taking classes while it waited patiently for me to come home and finish ironing my shirts.

We had a good time.  (the kids and I, not me and the iron)  We did something we don't ordinarily do... horseback riding.  It was all fun and games until the kids said they wanted to trot.  That's when I learned why cowboys wear tight jeans...

It was also a good chance to stop and take stock of my life.  I was asked the question where do I see myself in 5 years.  I didn't really have a good answer.  I used to do that all the time, set goals and work towards them, but the last 5-8 years have just been about surviving, getting past the day/week/month.  It is sooooo easy for time to slip by.

I also took advantage of the time to quit smoking.  Again.  I've quit before cold turkey and I know if I can get through the first two weeks, then I'm practically home free.  It was easy(er) not to smoke while I was out of my routine.  Give my body a chance to get over the nicotine cravings and now that I am back into my routine, it's easier to not smoke because the cravings aren't so bad.  Today is day 15.

Yeah... it was a good vacation...

Wednesday, July 14, 2004

Vacation Blogging


You don't think that I am such a blogging addict that I'm going to take time off from my vacation to blog do you?!?

Five hundred miles from home...

Picture perfect weather...

Boating, golfing, tubing, swimming, eating...

And yet... here I am... sitting in front of a computer trying to think of something witty and entertaining to talk about.

And as I'm sitting here, I'm thinking... what the hell am I doing?

That's it, my brain doesn't want to seem to work.


Thursday, July 08, 2004

Work or Blog... hmmm what should I do...

It's like... I have several things I want to comment on, but this damn job keeps getting in the way.


I'm trying to tie up loose ends before taking off for vacation tomorrow...

Two weeks... two whole weeks... and I'm already dreading all the work that's going to be piled up when I get back...

Some people just don't know how to relax... and I think I'm one of them...

Wednesday, July 07, 2004

Thought for the day

Watch your thoughts
Your thoughts become your words
Watch your words
Your words become your actions
Watch your actions
Your actions become your habits
Watch your habits
Your habits become your character
Watch your character
Your character becomes your destiny.

Quoted by Tom Lickona, director of the Center for the 4th and 5th Rs Education Department, SUNY Cortland, NY, The Governor's Summit on Character Education (9-26-00)

Found here...

Tuesday, July 06, 2004

Problems with Blogspot?

Is anybody else having problems getting Blogspot blogs to load?

If you are, jump over here and give them an earful.

Thursday, July 01, 2004

Are you who you say you are?

Are you?

Blogging is an interesting medium. In essence, you, or I could be anybody we wanted to be.

If I wanted to be a teenybopper, I could be that. If I wanted to be a woman, I could be that. I suppose you could be anybody you wanted to be.

I follow the Bill Clinton blog precisely because I know it isn't Bill. I know its not him because he wouldn't be stupid enough to write the things that have been written. But then again...

Naw, I know it isn't him. But it's fun to read, because someone is out there spending hours a day following Bill and what he does and then "novelizing" it all to make a few bucks commission on book sales. It was even more fun when he/she had the comments section open and you could read all the people who were being duped.

Actually... it was this post that got me hooked. Bill announces that he 'made love'. But then had to qualify that it was with Hillary. (just in case we weren't sure) I still get a smile from that one.

Are there others that are faked?

There's a blog that I read on a fairly regular basis whom I suspect is keeping a second blog going under a different name. Why? I'm not quite sure yet.

I do the same thing... sorta... I have a public persona blog, whereas this is my private persona blog. I'm not "hiding" per se, but my other blog has to do with work and I really don't want the people I work with to stumble onto this part of my brain. My other blog is mundane... interesting only to those who are on the geeky side. (and even then its not that interesting)

Are you a faker?

Is your blog personality different than your 'normal' personality. Somehow I suspect Grumpy isn't so grumpy. Are there others? Hmmm... I wonder.

Is that your real name?

I knew Katherine's name before she was outed. No, I'm not a stalker... just observant. Ian, I'm pretty sure is real. Of course, that's what he says he is.

Me... yes, my name is Big Guy... just look it up in the telephone book.

If you believe that, I've got some books you might be interested in...