For some reason in my life I have mainly had more men friends than women. During other times in my life I had more women friends and while they were so sympathetic to me and understood me so well. They could be hard to get along with and touchy and they didn’t help me grow. They helped me complain endlessly and they helped me whine and when I did grow, I ended up out growing them.
I do feel we need friend of both sexes to keep us balanced. The guy friends I have, if they are left alone will think all sort of dumb things about women. Like that women only want men with money or that all women are psychotic and crazy. Sure some are, I have seen them too, but if a man is saying all his ex-girlfriends are like that. Well that has to do with the type of woman he keeps dating. The ‘together, rational’ women aren’t hanging out at dive bars and hooking up with men at the end of the night, by the way. The 'together ones' are working hard and going to business mixers or organizing events.
The things I have learned from men, is to get over things faster and let things go and keep working at your goals. If you spend all your time crying on your girlfriend’s shoulders, yeah you are getting a sympathetic ear. You are also taking too long on this event and should have moved on by now. Girls let each other go on and on about things and that makes us hold on to it so much longer. My guy friends help me to see if I keep talking about, whatever, they are not going to keep listening and will go wash the car rather than listen to me whine. It makes me shut up and re-boot and move on to the next thing sooner that I would have on my own.
That’s one of the things I love about men, they keep moving on to the next thing. I see them being successful and then I remember. He didn’t give up and he didn’t wallow in self-pity. As a girl I don’t have to wallow either, I can take my surfboard out and relax and get over myself. I also love to see that determined look in men’s faces when you know they are set and going to go forward with their plans. I hope I can have that kind of confidence someday. Thanks guys for all your help. You have no idea; it’s so much harder for us girls. That’s why we need you, to learn from you and we do love you for it!
Thursday, December 18, 2008
Thursday, December 11, 2008
Dogs
The other night I had to evacuate my house due to a chemical spill. I really don’t know what that meant but it’s a safe bet on my street they were talking about a Meth lab. Maybe it was ready to blow? Who knows, at any rate I had to grab a few things and get my dogs and walk up the street.
The funny thing about my dogs is that since they are blissfully unaware of any danger they could help cheer me up. I hadn’t thought about how important they are to me. I love them, but I surprised myself when the first thing I asked the Police was, “Can I get my dogs?” I was told yes, as long as they were on a leash.
Middy my Wheaton Scottie saw a dog on the loose and got off her leash and chased the other dog. I had to yell for her to come back, it took a second for her to respond but she did come back and I got her back on her leash. We go to the corner the cops had directed us to. This is also the turning point my dogs know to start on our regular route. They kept pulling on me till I got the message they wanted their full walk. Since I had nowhere to go and they needed a walk I took them.
They had a grand time and it did give me a chance to think about things and walking is a great stress relief. That was the plan anyway. They were great till a Pit Bull came our way and then I had to hold them back from fighting. Later we were back at the corner waiting for my man to come home from work and pick us up. The pit bull was back and my two girl dogs got all worked up and fought with each other. I was mortified and told them to stop. They did but not before Gwennie got out of her collar. She was naked and walking away from me. I called her to come back and she did but wouldn’t get to close to me. No wonder, what with Middy ready to fight again. A Police officer helped me by holding on to Middy and Haggis while I got Gwennie back into her collar and leash.
In the end she only had a small scratch on her ear and we put some ointment on it. She will be fine. Other than fraying my nerves it was okay. Today they all made up and all three of my dogs were on one big dog bed together cuddled up. I love my dogs and I would rather have taken them along with me in a crisis than anything else. Misbehaving aside they are great and I had to let them work things out themselves, they always do anyway.
The funny thing about my dogs is that since they are blissfully unaware of any danger they could help cheer me up. I hadn’t thought about how important they are to me. I love them, but I surprised myself when the first thing I asked the Police was, “Can I get my dogs?” I was told yes, as long as they were on a leash.
Middy my Wheaton Scottie saw a dog on the loose and got off her leash and chased the other dog. I had to yell for her to come back, it took a second for her to respond but she did come back and I got her back on her leash. We go to the corner the cops had directed us to. This is also the turning point my dogs know to start on our regular route. They kept pulling on me till I got the message they wanted their full walk. Since I had nowhere to go and they needed a walk I took them.
They had a grand time and it did give me a chance to think about things and walking is a great stress relief. That was the plan anyway. They were great till a Pit Bull came our way and then I had to hold them back from fighting. Later we were back at the corner waiting for my man to come home from work and pick us up. The pit bull was back and my two girl dogs got all worked up and fought with each other. I was mortified and told them to stop. They did but not before Gwennie got out of her collar. She was naked and walking away from me. I called her to come back and she did but wouldn’t get to close to me. No wonder, what with Middy ready to fight again. A Police officer helped me by holding on to Middy and Haggis while I got Gwennie back into her collar and leash.
In the end she only had a small scratch on her ear and we put some ointment on it. She will be fine. Other than fraying my nerves it was okay. Today they all made up and all three of my dogs were on one big dog bed together cuddled up. I love my dogs and I would rather have taken them along with me in a crisis than anything else. Misbehaving aside they are great and I had to let them work things out themselves, they always do anyway.
Thursday, December 4, 2008
Faking
There are some things you just can’t fake. You can’t fake being a good driver when you are not. That was seen last weekend at a scooter rally I attended. There was one girl that was all flash and no go. Her scooter was nice and she had all the right details to make it stylish but she lacked in riding skills. People around her could hear her pop she clutch and she almost lost is a few times. All whip cream and no fruit.
Then there is surfing, you can have the board and the style and when you get in the water everyone will know you can’t surf if you let go of your board while trying to go under a wave, especially if they get hit with it. So why do people try to fake their way through things?
Maybe we have all seen too many movies where, for the sake of time, the characters take to things much too fast. Sure in a movie where things have to be paced to the audience isn’t bored, and then yes things move much more quickly. For my riding on a scooter I spent many a Sunday afternoon driving around while no one was there to get my skills up and then I did the driver’s test over and over before booking the appointment.
As for my surfing I should be better than I am now, but I don’t push myself. As it was my husband pushed me in the scooter riding and it came to be a chore. Now I haven’t ridden in a while if I go back out in a big group I am okay but not great. Not that I even try to fake that one. I know I can’t be great at everything I do and I just keep trying and going out and enjoying myself.
I have no idea why people fake that they are sick when they are not. I hate that; if you are going to be lazy just say so. There is no need to pretend to be ill when you can jolly well get up and get going. Just another faker I guess, and so silly. Give me a day when I feel good anytime!
Then there is surfing, you can have the board and the style and when you get in the water everyone will know you can’t surf if you let go of your board while trying to go under a wave, especially if they get hit with it. So why do people try to fake their way through things?
Maybe we have all seen too many movies where, for the sake of time, the characters take to things much too fast. Sure in a movie where things have to be paced to the audience isn’t bored, and then yes things move much more quickly. For my riding on a scooter I spent many a Sunday afternoon driving around while no one was there to get my skills up and then I did the driver’s test over and over before booking the appointment.
As for my surfing I should be better than I am now, but I don’t push myself. As it was my husband pushed me in the scooter riding and it came to be a chore. Now I haven’t ridden in a while if I go back out in a big group I am okay but not great. Not that I even try to fake that one. I know I can’t be great at everything I do and I just keep trying and going out and enjoying myself.
I have no idea why people fake that they are sick when they are not. I hate that; if you are going to be lazy just say so. There is no need to pretend to be ill when you can jolly well get up and get going. Just another faker I guess, and so silly. Give me a day when I feel good anytime!
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