Archive for August, 2009

Good Things From The Garden

August 31, 2009

Have never seen a Pecker Pepper before….

These are actual peppers from a garden.  They are called ‘Peter Peppers’, a variety of Datil pepper (though I’ve never seen one in the… ummm… flesh, so to speak).

who's going to pick a peck of these?

who's going to pick a peck of these?

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Let the clever, festive, and feisty comments commence…


T-Shirt Friday, Aug 09

August 28, 2009

Joining the delicious Nursemyra for a t-shirt friday…

Donate blood and get a t-shirt!

Donate blood and get a t-shirt!

Secrets Beneath

August 25, 2009

Running an errand at lunch today at Wallyworldmart, I engaged in a much enjoyed past time of people watching.  The department I was headed for was beyond the women’s clothing section and I noticed a woman shopping there.  She was wearing religious head wear…it’s not important which religion…many religions have their women wear specific head coverings — Jewish, Muslim, Amish….  Further, her clothes were very conservative, both in color and style.

And, note, this is NOT a diatribe about whether or not women should have to wear certain clothing as a part of their religion or culture.

What this IS – – perhaps a bit insensitive, but nontheless – – is me finding glee in the fact that this obviously devout and conservative woman was intently perusing the women’s panties display and paying particularly close attention to the extremely colorful and un-conservative styles that were there.


Yep, these were being looked at

Yep, these were being looked at


..and a myriad selection and color variety of these...

..and a myriad selection and color variety of these...

My enjoyment at this was not remotely sexual in nature…

…I was just tickled to see even conservative women have a tawdry streak in them…

And I suppose women everywhere just want to feel pretty.


August 24, 2009

I wrote about a self-introspection (is that redundantly repetitive?) in anticipation of slowly getting back into dating.

It will be an adventure for me.  I was the fat, shy kid in high school.  I did not date that much.  Hell, I barely dated.  While university found me not so fat anymore, I remained shy.  And did not date that much then either.  Then I got married.  And here, 30 years later, I have to relearn something I never really learned well in the first place–How to date.

So, does my loyal readership care?  Should I share that new adventure via my blog post?  Like other things in this journey of divorce and rediscovering my life, whether you read it or not, I find comfort in jotting down my thoughts.  It helps clarify what I’m thinking…or not thinking.  And, honestly, I’d prefer to have the advice of any of you over ten Oprahs or Doctor Phils (both of whom bug the hell out of me).

I’ve still a ways to go, as mentioned in that other post, before I even can start dating.  But I find myself pondering how to best update once I do.

On one post, the author, Penfold, ends each of his posts with either “I surfed today” or “I didn’t surf today”.

Perhaps that’s what I should to – “I dated today” or “I didn’t date today”.

I’ve also heard of a lost soul who blogs in England and indicates, by time, how long it’s been since he’s had sex:  “It’s been 53 days since I’ve had sex.”

Maybe I could employ a combo of the two?  “I got laid today” or “I didn’t get laid, but had a grand time by myself today…”.

Yeah, all of that’s likely TMI.  And, honestly, I wouldn’t feel too comfortable sharing that, even here.

I will, however, throw a few nuggets out occasionally… just stick with talking through the thoughts, fears, and questions of dating.  Again, I value my readers’ opinions much more so than any too highly paid talking head.

Sign Language Barrier

August 10, 2009

Not long ago I had a wonderful adventure.  After getting my scuba certification in December, I finally was able to go on a real dive trip in the waters of Mexico.  Took long enough to get from certification to an actual dive*, but it was absolutely great!

Now, in scuba lessons, I was taught some basic underwater hand signals.  Very basic.

I learned quite a few new ones on this dive trip.  Many involved the actual sea creatures I was seeing**, with lobsters, crabs, barracuda, sea turtles, and nurse sharks*** each having their own hand signal.  Most of these signals were shared with us new divers (there were a few of us, including my best friend who went on the trip with me) while we were getting ready for the dive.

Some hand signals, however, we had to guess at as the first time we saw them was when we were actually underwater.  No asking questions down there.

So, it was with great confusion when our dive leader came swimming up to me and gave me the following sequence (now, you’ll have to use your imagination that this is underwater and in scuba gear and wet suits)…




Okay, the first sign I got…that’s the basic ‘interogatory’, meaning it’s the all around question sign for “Who, What, Where, When…”.

The other two?  I could only guess at and didn’t think he was signing what I thought he was signing.  I gave the dive leader my best underwater dumb bunny look.  He repeated the three signs.  Still confused and not believing what I thought he was saying, I shook my head.  He tried a third time, repeating the three signs.  Not wanting to waste my precious time underwater and guessing he would’ve been much more urgent if a sea monster were coming to eat us, I just gave him the “OK” sign.

Back on the boat, the dive leader came up to me.  He’d figured out that I had no clue what he was doing, so used this as a teaching moment.  What he was saying was:

“Where’s…the fucking…boat.”

Ah!!  Enlightenment.

Then he asked me what I thought he was trying to sign.  Had to be honest that I was very confused by what I thought he was trying to say:

“Want to…fuck…and have a bowl of cereal after?”



*yeah, with the divorce and stuff, things have been a bit hectic.

**…versus the random, slack jawed, brown fish I saw during my certification dives.

***one of my favorites, the nurse shark.  the sign for the shark is putting your hand to your forehead like a shark fin.  the nurse shark?  grab your boobs first, then the shark sign.  yeah, i’m juvenile…