I receive emails on an almost every day basis telling me there aren’t any good men (women) out there right now and the pickings are slim. I’m going to introduce someone. Ladies, pay close attention.

• He was adopted.
• He was a college drop-out, only completing one semester.
• He used to sleep on friends’ floors while returning Coke bottles to feed himself.
• He was an admitted drug user (LSD).
• He had children with two different women.
• His work “outfit” was a pair of jeans and a mock turtleneck.

Oh yeah, him.

The majority of you are reading this post from a Macintosh computer or your iPhone. You probably know someone who owns an iPad or listens to their iPod probably through iTunes… etc, etc, etc with all of the “i”s and Apple products.

Sometimes when looking for our mate we want them to be EXACTLY what we want. They HAVE TO HAVE certain attributes and have to have the perfect past in order to be considered.

I’m not telling you to settle. Sometimes we don’t give a person a shot in our lives because of things they went through in their past. So, when you decide to turn away someone because they aren’t the “perfect” prototype, realize you may be turning away a person who is supposed to change the world.

Sometimes you have to judge a book by its character and NOT by its cover.

R.I.P. Steve Jobs
Be well…

Whew, the NFL lockout is over, training camp started on time and NOW, it’s time for some football.

“Good men” are not in church. That’s very true. It’s not because they don’t believe in God. It’s football season, DUH!!! Don’t let anyone tell you anything different.

The “bad men” are taking advantage of the fact it’s football season and there isn’t any “good men” in church. Preying (and praying) on unsuspecting women because she thinks he’s “good” because he’s there praising God. Go to the sports bar… bring your Bible with you. THAT’S the reason and you have a solution. So ENOUGH with the gender wars. Problem solved. That is all! You can’t say I didn’t warn you. You heard it here first…

Oh… you want to know the rules during football season?
This post is supposed to be three hundred words or less so I’m going to point you to another spot, JUST SO you’ll know the rules.

Be well…

THE OFFICIAL MINI GUIDE TO SURVIVE THE FOOTBALL SEASON IF YOU’RE NOT A FOOTBALL FAN

I’m going to call a few people out because this stuff at the club shouldn’t be going on. For those who STILL go to the club…

• Always eat something before you drink. Losing your guts because you drank too much and you had nothing to eat is not something you want to live with.
• Ladies… whoever told you to keep a man waiting for longer than a half an hour was dead wrong.
• ALWAYS have a designated driver. Unless you are in NYC where taking a cab and subway IS sexy.
• If you’re going to more than one place always schedule what you’re going to do. ‘Meet me here and there’ just doesn’t work with multiple of stops.
• Ordering JUST A SALAD when one can hear your stomach gurgling from the other side of the room aint sexy either.
• Wear proper attire at the club. Spaghetti straps in 30 degree weather aint sexy; wearing a sweater vest when it’s 90 degrees aint sexy either.
• Ladies, spaghetti straps, 30 degree weather & armpit hair (WTF) is DEFINITELY not sexy.
• Never roll with more than two people. There is ALWAYS a hater in a pack of three or more.
• When tryin to holla be sure you have gum or Altoids available. Alcohol on the breath even if you are drunk aint sexy. Dragon breath is a definite “no-no”.
• Buying a drink for a woman is okay. But don’t follow her around all night like a puppy, like she’s obligated to hang out with you.
• Just because they look good doesn’t mean they are good. The best dressed in the club are usually the ones who have NOTHING going for them.
• Always know how much alcohol you can handle. Never mix drinks; gin one minute and cognac the next aint sexy at all.
• Never shut down the club. If the club closes @ 4am leave before 2am, you are considered a bugaboo if you’re still dancing at 4am.
• Always tip your bartender. They have to make a living. The recession affects them too.
• Dancing to LL Cool J’s “Headsprung“… ((shaking my head)) Neva mind… do what you want with that one.
• Don’t go home with the TOTALLY drunk person. Sex with a drunken stranger is not too cool.

Have fun if you still club. One last thing…

If they look THAT good and you HAVE TO break the last rule… use a condom, please.

Be well…

A father in Ireland sues Facebook over his daughter posting lewd photos.

Ever since a person sued McDonald’s years ago (and won the lawsuit) because they burnt themselves with a cup of coffee, lawsuits are popping up everywhere.

If you slip in a grocery store and fall you can sue the store.
If you slip and fall on a neighbors sidewalk after a snowstorm… yep, you can sue.
If you find a piece of hair in your food at Denny’s you can sue the restaurant and in some states the cook can be arrested for assault.

Assault? Seriously?

The problem I have with this father’s lawsuit (or any other frivolous lawsuit) is that he shows no responsibility for HIS actions.

Where was he when his daughter was posting his photos?
Where was the conversation with his daughter telling her that something like posting photos on a social networking site where almost 800 million people can see it was not a good thing?
He obviously has to know that at age twelve, his daughter’s body is changing. What happened to “the birds and the bees” conversation?

Parents today have NO accountability for their children nowadays. They blame the school system, the government and the bus driver as to why their children act like they do.

NOTE TO PARENTS: You birthed your children. They are YOUR responsibility.

On a bigger issue, I have a small social networking site and I have to take into account that there may be children who log on and pose as adults.

ULTIMATELY, it’s the responsibility of the parents of the child to make sure that doesn’t happen.

Be well…

Simple mathematics:

When you multiply a positive number with a positive number, you get a positive number.
When you multiply a negative number with a positive number, you get a negative number.
When you multiply a negative number with a negative number, you get a positive number.

Why are these equations so important?

I personally witnessed how a few people can spew their negativity over a large group of positive people. There could be hundreds of people who have positive mannerisms but you have those few negative people and the whole group turns negative.

The storm clouds come. The positive people disburse and watch the action from the sidelines while the negative people take over. They’ll start with a little jabbing, then they’ll do their onslaught. The worse is when the negative people bring in the positive people in their negativity and it turns the whole situation negative.

Hence, when you multiply a negative number with a positive number, you get a negative number.
What about the equation, when you multiply a negative number with a negative number, you get a positive number?

Hell, how much more positive can it be that a whole bunch of negative people get together? You can’t get anymore positive than that. I’m willing to bet the negative people don’t even realize they are being surrounded by other negative people.

::shrugging::

And trust me, that’s positive.

What does all of this mean??

When you run into negativity, remove yourself from the equation.
If not, you’ll be a part of the equation.

Be well…

In every day life we run across the “crabs in the barrel” mentality.

What is it?

It’s when a person or a group of people witness one person trying to get better in life or in their situation and the “crabs” try to pull that person right back into the barrel.

Then there is the “King” or “Queen crab”.

These are the worse because to your face they look like they won’t do any harm but behind your back they are ganging up the other “crabs” against that ONE crab who is sick and tired of living in the barrel.

We run into “crabs” everywhere we go; at work, at church, at home, our friends, even in the social networking realm, “crabs” surround us. You probably don’t know if they are a “crab” until they talk about someone trying to get out of the “barrel”.

If you are born to lead… then lead. It’s NOT okay to be just one in a crowd of people who act like they want the best for you but in the end they just want you to be just… like… them.

The question is… are you tired of being just one in the crowd of a whole bunch of “crabs”?

Get out of the barrel.

Be well…

Andrea was a young lady I worked with when I worked at a dealership in 2006. She was very instrumental in making our workplace not only a pleasant environment, but she also added a little “motherly” feel to the place. It was not often a woman could put her superiors in their place. Not bad for a woman in her mid-twenties. When she told me this story all I could do was laugh. This deserved to be in the “awww how romantic” archives. But once reading it you’ll probably wonder why she’s not with this man.

Thank you, Andrea for sharing the story with me.

Walking into his barrack room in Germany she didn’t know what to expect. She figured it would be just another date. What she found was a room full of candles. Her man was obviously very nervous in asking “the question.”

“I might as well tell you where it is so you don’t choke.” he said. “It is at the bottom of the wine glass.”

She looked at the wine glass and discovered a ring at the bottom of it.

“Will you marry me?” he asked.

He then told her that the only way she could get to the ring was to drink its contents. After taking a couple of sips she noticed the sweet yet bitter taste.

“What is this?” she asked, wondering what type of wine she was drinking.

“Boone’s Farm.” he said simply.

She is now divorced.

The one,
Can someone tell me who she is?
I long to feel her soft warm kiss.
The one,
Is it that woman I see walking down the street?
The female I have been dying to meet?
The one,
Is it that woman with that wonderful flair?
Her eyes piercing through me with that mesmerizing stare?
The One,
Doesn’t she hear me call out her name?
And that life without her will never be the same?

NO!!! Wait a minute. STOP!!!
I’ll tell you who the one is really.
All of this question asking is getting kind of silly.
She doesn’t have to be cute.
If fact, she doesn’t have to be tall.
I mean she could be healthy or small.
She does have to be understanding..
And realize that I have a gentle heart.
Intelligence, she has to be smart.
We work with each other on our hopes and dreams.
We have to be able to learn from each other.
And she damn well better be able to get along with my mother.
She is secure in herself.
And we would rarely argue or fight.
She makes it wonderful to come home to at night.
I don’t want you to be mistaken.
She is not my slave or maid.
She is the one who is going to be with me until my dying days.
She is good to herself,
Even when things are down.
She is able to smile and not show a frown.
She is a romantic woman.
Able to walk the beach while holding hands.
Feeling the cold water under our feet, then playing around in the sand.
She isn’t the sexiest of the crowd.
Her beauty is within her soul.
I just figured it out, now I know.
She is my dream come true.
She is the most stabilizing force in my life.
She is my soulmate and my future wife.