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| Goals have to be written down. They need to be put on paper because as long as the goal stays in a person's head, the goal is nebulous and very, very hard to achieve. So, step one is to write it down. No matter how big, the goal needs to be written down. The next step is one of the most important, as it is in writing. Revise those goals. Do not change; revise the wording of the goal. A well written target is Specific, Measurable, Achievable, Relevant and Timely. S.M.A.R.T. goal setting is how most corporations help their employees set goals. S.M.A.R.T. goals also provide a process to set about achieving dreams. Being specific about goals is important to know what exactly needs accomplished. "Joe will lose ten pounds" is much more specific than "Joe will lose weight". It sets a target to achieve. Being specific sets the finish line. It should also be easy to break it down into steps from revising the goal. The above goal can be broken down into, for example, ten steps. Each step is losing one pound. Measurable goals are easier to achieve, also. By adding a trait to measure, performance can be tracked. If a person wants to know whether or not he/she is on course to meet the goal, something has to be measured and compared against the goal. If Joe gains a pound, then he is farther from his goal. Achievable goals are necessary. Joe will never pick up the planet, so becoming Atlas is a terrible goal. However, most goals are set without being achievable. How many people take up jogging or exercising without working up to it? To run a marathon, a person has to begin training by running a mile. So, for Joe to say I will run a marathon next month, he had better have been training for many months prior. Otherwise, the goal is not achievable. If Joe is anorexic, should he be losing weight? No! So, his goal is not Relevant. He is just degrading his health more. The goal should apply towards something in a person's life. If John owns a restaurant and wishes to grow his business, would his goal of becoming a cabinet maker apply toward his restaurant's growth? No! (Although that would be interesting. Honey, let's go cabinet shopping at John's Burger Hut. You pick out a wood while I am getting us some milk shakes.) Finally, a Timely is the only way to accomplish that goal. If Joe wants to lose ten pounds, when should he start? Does he want to lose ten pounds today, tomorrow, or next week? This part of goal revision also makes it easier to set steps toward the finish line. So, now, the goal is revised. This process is important for all goal setting. It should be ingrained, and it will lead to a lifetime of accomplishing goals. What is the best way to understand this process? Read about it, and then teach it. Or, write about it in a personal blog. The final part of the goal process is the one that is most enjoyed...the Reward. Once a goal is accomplished, a reward is always appropriate. The size of the reward should be consistent with the size of the goal and the spirit of the goal. Joe shouldn't reward his ten pound loss with a week long binge at the buffets in Las Vegas. Rewarding is very important because it reinforces the internal joy of accomplishing a goal. The joy a person gets from accomplishing a goal is better when it is rewarded or recognized. Grifter |
| No, I didn't. I went home from work not feeling well (only four hours of work) and ate dinner. As I was getting ready, a strange, disgusting sensation made its way from my stomach to my throat. So, I spent a good portion of Saturday night praying to the porcelain god and using mouthwash and brushing my teeth. Hell of an anti-climactic ending right? I thought so. I was quite disappointed and miserable Saturday night. Sunday was lazy because I was sick. I am a little disappointed, but what you gonna do when you eat bad food? At least I hope it was bad food. Anyways, I will try again. I made one step, now it is another. Yay! This has been another step towards getting over my ex. * * * I recently picked up the book Lone Survivor by Marcus Luttrell. It is the account of the sole survivor of a U.S. Navy SEAL team fighting in Afghanistan. The man's team was KIA, and he barely made it out alive. I am half way through the book, and I have to say it is well worth the read. He has a low opinion of the American Left and the American Media. If he is to be believed, then most soldiers have the same, low opinion. (The book was obviously written before the Congressional Republicans started jumping ship.) He also goes to great length to describe the horrors and ironies of people halfway around the world dictating Rules of Engagement (ROE) to soldiers. After reading his account, ROE is designed to hinder and punish our own soldiers. Getting the first hand account of how the Taliban and the terrorrists use the media and the America hating portion of the political left of this country to fight their war. It is interesting to read how they laugh at our reporters who call them farmers or innocent civilians. His anger at ROE is most pronounced when he talks about conducting surveillance and seeing through binoculars a train of unarmed men leading camels burdened with TNT that will be used to kill American and the legally elected Afghani troops. Due to ROE, if he shoots the camel drovers, then he is a murderer. If he lets the camels go by, then he is endangering his fellow troops. Of course, he lets them go by, hopefully, into the waiting arms of his fellow soldiers but not always. The Hindu Kush mountains are one of the harshest places in the world where the Taliban knows how to hide or just cross over to sympathetic Pakistan where the Americans cannot even point their weapons. This is a book that I would wholeheartedly recommend. I would strongly recommend it to those who believe the Americans are warmongers, and the Taliban are just freedom fighters protecting their country. I also recommend it to anyone who believes politicians or the American media support our troops. This guy was there, and he tells it like it is. http://www.washingtonpost.com/wp-dyn/content/article/2007/06/10/AR2007061001492.... |
| Good freakin' morning, world. What a night! That might have been the best time I have while going home alone. There was four parts schmoozing to one part boozing. I was like a politician on the campaign trail. I said hello, shook hands, made small talk, said good bye, shook hands and moved on. I felt like a general surveying the battlefield and planning a strategy. Then, I went to carry out that strategy to wonderful, wonderful results. Last night was the first time that I was not the shyest person in my group. I wasn't even the second shyest person. I met three of my co-workers for dinner before hand. Then we went to Schmoozing. It was so much fun. But as the time for the drink specials passed, we went to another bar. It was a vodka bar named Sub Zero. The bar top was ice, and they had sushi there, but I wasn't hungry. Instead, I was awestruck by a bartender. She had shoulder length hair the color of a sunset, red with golden rays blended in. She was beautiful, too, but what struck me about her was her attitude. She was not rude or snotty but confident and serious. She didn't smile, but something about her fascinated me. I just all of a sudden wanted to get to know this person better. Something about that attitude told me that this a person I would like to know for more than a night. She was a damn good bartender, too. She was fluid and efficient in her movements and kept all the orders straight. Unfortunately, she was at the other end of the bar from where we were sitting. We had another young, attractive, kind woman to tend to our drinking needs. (Imagine a place hiring bartenders for their looks, shameful, I know  ). She was just background scenery in that bar, though. The main character in that movie was the other gal. Let's call her Red. Red wore a tight black sleeveless shirt with oh-so-tight black pants. Her hair swayed as one entity when she flicked her head back and forth. She had eyes that were kind but guarded. They were painted a slight shade of green that drew your attention away from the candied pillows of her lips. I didn't see her smile, and when I finally worked up enough courage...okay, when I drank enough courage to attempt to make her smile, my friends decided to leave. So, I took one last look at my bottle flipping, martini making beauty, and we left.I am a shy, shy guy, and I am an engineer. I went through college training how to talk to computers and how to solve volume integrals in complex space. I had fragile confidence about my abilities with women before my wife shattered it by leaving. Most girls talk to me first because when I want to say something to them, I think and I think and I think. I think so much about what to say that I think my way into inaction. So, I walked out with my friends without saying anything to this stranger that intrigued me. My friends and I went to a cafe to sit down. My Indian friend's knees were hurting him. We had some more conversation and more to drink. That old familiar sensation of disappointment started to creep in on my beer soaked soul. The fries and tabasco sauce were sobering me up, and I started to feel restless. We needed to do something, but my Indian friend wanted to go home, and my new friend, Paul, decided to go home, too. So, I resigned myself to disappoint, again. Why could I not just go in and say hi? What is the worst that could happen? She could turn into a vampire and rip my head off, right? Oh, well, maybe not. But I am shy; I am not good at initiating conversations with women. So, hang your head, Mr. Grifter, and drive home to your bed of shame. As we stood up to say good bye, something snapped inside my brain. Why couldn't I talk to women? BECAUSE I TELL MYSELF THAT I AM BAD AT IT. As David McClain   would say, I cage myself. I just thought about how much I limit myself and hold myself back with these stupid thoughts. She is a beautiful woman, yes. But the worst thing to happen is I make a fool of myself in front of strangers that I will most likely never, ever see again. The best thing that could happen would be that I get to stare into those beautiful eyes over a cup of coffee.So, as my friends walked away, I walked toward Sub Zero. I walked in, went to her section of the bar. I ordered a Budweiser from her and said hi. She said hi back. Okay, threat one down, she wasn't a vampire. I asked which of the dozens of bottles of vodka were her favorite. She smiled. Holy crap, now what? I got her to smile. I felt like jumping up and screaming, "Woo-hoo." But, that might have been embarrassing, so I waited until I got home to do it. We talked a little here and there. She gave me a free half shot. It was a red headed slut. Was that a hint? I don't honestly know. I think that I insulted her by tipping her for the shot. Also, as my end of the bar emptied (except for me), she started hanging at the other end. She was busy when I left. I couldn't order any other drinks, and she had disappeared for a while. So, I went for a little walk to insure being sober enough to drive home. Then, drove the half hour home and jumped for joy. Anyways, I left without a number. I didn't even ask. I hate hitting on girls that are working for tips. I believe most of the time that they are being nice to make their tips. So, I don't ask bartenders or waitresses for their numbers. But, I broke out of my shell and talked to her. This a huge step for me. I never, ever do anything like that. She works tonight, so I am thinking that I might go back and talk to her some more. I don't know if I will or not. Part of me is thinking that she was kind of interested because we seemed to talk quite a bit. Part of me is thinking that I am an idiot; she was just being nice to a guy by himself. The old me would go home tonight and write it off as she wasn't interested. The me that I want to be would go to the bar and confirm that she isn't interested. Old habits die hard, but they have to die sometime in order to change, right? What will I do? Tune in Monday to find out, same Bat-time, same Bat-channel. Grifter Courage doesn't roar. It's that quiet voice at the end of the day that whispers, "I will begin again, tomorrow." |
| First of all, thanks to sweett for her support of Nelly for congress. That makes three votes and counting. I know that we will have trouble with canine Americans, but Nelly feels that her No Pup Left Behind policy mixed in with the new A Bone in Every Bowl initiative will bring some doubters to her side. Just another quick note, we found donors with Purina and the makers of Arm & Hammer kitty litter. This has put us ahead of McCain in terms of fund raising, and we aren't even trying to be president. Nelly is trying to decide if she wants to stay independent or sell out and join the Libertarian party. I told her to stay strong to herself. Plus, nobody seems to take Libertarians seriously. Okay, enough silliness for now. I do appreciate the nice graphic that sweett posted in the comments for yesterday's blog. Kindness is always a great way to start the day. Tonight, I am going out to an event called the Booze and Schmooze. It is a social event for singles in the local area to mingle and *wink, wink* network. I am going with some friends from work, which is awesome. We are going to mingle and have a great time. I will be looking to meet people without the *wink, wink* tonight. I am still not ready to be the available part of single, yet. For the first time in my life, I am happy being single. I can do whatever I want...really. If I draw the curtains shut, I can practice putting in my living room naked. I can watch T.V. in my underwear. Last night, I read for two hours straight. I can't do that unless I am single. So, I am going to enjoy the lonely life for a while. My bed may be empty, but I am learning to fill up my life with other things (mostly work, but what you gonna do?). I found out Wednesday morning that I have borderline high cholestorol and borderline high blood pressure. It is nothing to worry about, yet. I have to start eating better and exercising to avoid medication. That is good, though because with my job being so hectic, I let my exercise routine fall to the wayside. Now, I have a reason to discipline myself into working out. (On a side note, when they weighed me I got good news. I have now lost twenty pounds since December.) So, I have been working out mostly walking with running thrown in for spice. Well, that is all for today. Vote Nelly fur Congress! (Thanks again, sweett.) Grifter Courage doesn't roar. It's that quiet voice at the end of the day that whispers, "I will begin again, tomorrow." |
| I have read quite a bit lately about the rules of blogging. Some of us on here seem to have rules, others do not. Well, I decided to officially set down a list of my personal blogging rules. 1.) Write whatever the hell I feel like writing. 2.) Kiss as much ass as possible to get comments. (I am a comment slut.) 3.) Harrass unpaid research intern. 4.) Hire unpaid research intern. 5.) Hire unpaid intern for unpaid research intern to harrass. 6.) Use blogging celebrity status to create hippie commune based on the ideals of peace and love. 7.) Rule commune with an iron fist. 7.) Always list the number seven twice to give people the impression that a.) I am not right or b.) it is some sort of inside joke that the reader is not involved in. 8.) Stay out late. 9.) Comment as much as possible on fellow bloggers entries. 10.) Do not insult Rosie O'Donnell; it is way too easy. Plus, it is a kind gesture to pity someone that stupid. 11.) Use my blog to stir up political support for my cat Nelly in her attempt to become the first Feline American to be duly elected to congress. 12.) Find out who Vladimir and Estragon are, and pit them against Rosencrantz and Gildenstern in a Bocce Ball match. Winner gets to live. 13.) Use this forum to prove that rising soda costs are really caused by Chelsea Clinton setting up her run for president, someday. 14.) If all else fails, return to rule 7. 15.) The final rule of my blog is that I can never let my sarcasm die. Grifter |
As I was perusing my blog list yesterday, I ran across "Invalid Entry"  . David McClain wrote that he loves his job. I do not love my job. I would say that my job and I are friends. Okay, maybe, a little more than friends. Well, you might call it friends with benefits. But love? No, definitely not.I may have told my job that I love it at Jose's bachelor party, but everyone knows after that much Jeigermeister and beer, you cannot trust anything out of my mouth. And just because I have woke up many a morning to stare into my job's face, doesn't mean that it is love. We are two adults binge drinking our way to stupidity. Sure, my job looks good once its all dolled up, but you should see when it first wakes up...no makeup, hair everywhere and the breath. I don't know how it is possible, but something crawls in my job's mouth every night and dies before sun up. This has to be the truth because no one can produce such rancid emanations from their mouth. We have fun, my job and I. After Johnson's going away party, we...well, let's just say I cleaned out its filing cabinets. But, this job just wants too much of my time. Five days a week, eight hours per day minimum! That is awfully ballsy for us only having known each other a year and a half. Now, that I have to put in overtime, well, I just need to get away from my job, you know. I am going out with the guys, this friday night, and you would think that my job would be happy for me. You would be wrong. Instead, it says, "Why go out? You can stay, and we'll finish up that analysis report."I will be seeing my job on Saturday; so, why the constant need for attention. Then, we had a scare last week. My job told me that its parts were late! Can you even imagine the stress that caused me? Thankfully, it was only a scare, and the parts got here. Plus, last summer, I took three days off to vacation with my wife. The storm that caused. My job was so jealous that I had computer crashes everyday for a week. I still like my job. I love doing analysis, punching a time clock and its pasty, white cubicle walls. Chinese food Wednesday is a great part of my week. However, the passion is gone. I just feel like a machine, you know. I have to perform every day. What about my needs? My job can be a pain in the neck sometimes, literally. So, when I ask for a neck rub, do I get it? No!!!! It seems as if I give and I give five/six days a week. When is my job there for me? Once every two weeks to drop off money. If I am sick, it will help me out, but I need a little more than just the occasional there - there. So, I envy David McClain his love of his job. I think my job and I are headed towards a cold friendship. Maybe, in the future it could be more. I am not seeing any other jobs, nor am I looking for any. But right now, maybe it is just best being friends. I love the benefits with my job, but I am wondering if...Oh, crap, here comes my job. I hope it didn't read any of this. Gotta go. Grifter Courage doesn't roar. It's that quiet voice at the end of the day that whispers, "I will begin again, tomorrow." |
Well, I took a few days off to digest some of the things that Kåre Enga in Montana  commented on from my last post. Thea also had some viewpoints for me to take in and mull around. There was so much to think about that I couldn't single one out to reply to or build upon. Then, reading yesterday, I found something that Kåre Enga in Montana said that disturbed me. He said, "A stock portfolio and me counting the dead bodies I climbed over along the way does not inspire me in the least."We all have to find happiness in this world, and if stocks and bonds do not do it for him, then that is great. But the perception that he has to climb over dead bodies is one that I have come up against time and again. Some people believe that to get rich, you have to cheat, lie and steal. (I don't know if Kåre Enga in Montana believes this or not.) Before my wife and I started investing in real estate on our way to riches, my mother-in-law believed that to get rich in America you had to A.) be born rich, B.) lie, cheat and steal, or C.) become a politician (which I guess is the same as B).However, as we began to invest and head towards wealth, we found that the opposite is true. If a person wants to become wealthy in this nation, that person has to live and breath two words...customer service. We found and learned that if we treat people right and fairly, we were successful. We are both Christians; so, we followed the golden rule, "Do unto others, as you would have them do unto you." The successful people that we met followed the exact same rule. We were landlords in apartment buildings. We bought two buildings that were run down and just plain nasty. Needless to say, they were vacant except for one bum and another guy who was trading rent for work. My wife was the brains behind the real estate investing. She is amazing at picking out buildings and transforming them. She laid out the philosophy that I instantly agreed to, "If I would not live in our apartments, then we shouldn't rent them." So, we fixed up all our buildings as if we were living there. The places filled up fast. Next, we decided that the best way to keep them full was to have exceptional customer service. Even through the divorce, she has kept up amazing customer service. We have changed plans many times to fix a leak or call plumbers. She sits down with the tenants before they sign the lease to talk the agreement over and make sure everyone understands and agrees. From all the real estate investors that I have met, the same philosophy applies. The really successful ones believe in providing a home for people. The wealthiest one that I have met started out because she wanted her neighborhood to look better. To succeed in real estate investing, the customer has to be front and center in all a person does. It is very easy to see when the landlord or rehabber is out to get rich quick because they are providing a crappy service. The same can be said for investing in the stock market. An individual investor can now buy into "activist" funds that use shareholder clout to influence a company's policies. Also, if one doesn't agree with a company and what they stand for, then do not buy shares of their stock. Just because it is the stock market doesn't mean a person has to lose their morals to make money. Can you get rich by lying, cheating and stealing? Yes, Enron is the perfect example, but most often, people who are out for themselves alone end up that way...alone. If the people go to the point of Enron, they end up in jail. The landlord who keeps more of his rent rather than reinvesting in his properties loses tenants and/or gets the building condemned. Those people are crooks, and they will not hold onto the wealth that they create. However, those who do seek riches by helping and serving people will be rich all their lives. Because when money is used to help others, money comes back in greater amounts. Most of the very wealthy that I know have told me that giving money away to charity is the best way to make money. They get tax breaks (keep away from greedy Uncle Sam), and the joy of helping another is infectous. It makes sense, would you rather buy from someone who gives 10% of his earnings to United Way or keeps all the money himself? Attempting to get rich in this country can be one of the best things a person can do. I watched a show last night about a young guy who started a company that for every pair of shoes bought, one pair is donated to impoverished children. He started his business on $400 to buy materials. The labor to build the shoe was donated because it was such a noble cause. The business, Thom's shoes (or Tom's shoes, I don't remember how it is spelled), is worth millions but still follows the basic philosophy of donating a pair for every pair bought. The company has donated thousands of shoes to South America. So, it is possible to get rich by building rather than killing. That is why this country is great because helping people can be the fastest way to sustainable wealth. Grifter Courage doesn't roar. It's that quiet voice at the end of the day that whispers, "I will begin again, tomorrow." |
| It is a shame that real debate has died. It has been replaced with fake debate like in the presidential campaigns. Or it has been replaced with one person telling their side; then shouting to keep from the other side rebutting. Debate is a powerful tool for learning and understanding someone else. In election campaigns, debate has always been a tool for the public to learn about their officials. Lincoln and Douglas were made famous by their debates in the 1800's. Now, in America, the question is posed to the hopeful politician, and this politician may give a sentence or two in vague reply. Then the politician goes on ad nauseam about the talking points of their campaign. For rebuttal, the other politician attacks his/her opponent viciously or describes at length the buzz words of their campaign. Finally, the debate is over, and both people claim victory. I understand that perception is more important in politics than substance, which is why both claim victory. However, connecting with their audience is more than just harping about welfare reform. What is the plan to implement this reform? The second form of debate's deterioration is the person who makes (or doesn't, sometimes) his point; then, she squashes any form of rebuttal. Talking over another person, walking away and insulting/attacking the person who doesn't agree with them are common forms of winning a debate now. I have experienced all of these, and you see them in the news, also. Ann Coulter cannot speak anywhere without her opposition showing up and shouting to block her words. This is just another form of censorship in a society that prides itself on its, supposed, freedom of speech. Debate can be a great tool for learning. Law schools still use the Socratic method of learning, which is a directed form of debate. (Granted the professors come in with the upper hand.) Students learn by being challenged to change their viewpoints and give the opposing viewpoints merit. Law school is not about saving someone's self esteem; it is about learning to form an opinion and intelligently defend that opinion. Most of our society forms their own views and forgets the need to become informed about their views (the writer is definitely included in this group ).How can this be changed? Education can change it. American schools do not prepare anyone for the real world. Students are taught how to bake blueberry muffins and build bird houses, but no one teaches them how money works. Credit cards, mortgages, investments and retirement are left up to the person to learn on their own. Could this explain why the savings of the average American is so low? Critical thinking is lost in primary and secondary schools here in America. It is available to some who choose to pursue the university path. It should be available to everyone. Schools focus on churning students through the door, now. Students have little to no attention span, parents blame the underpaid teachers for their kids failures and sports are more important than academics due to low funding. These problems are symptoms of America's inherent anti-intellectualism, but for the future of our society and for the benefit of our children, they should be addressed. To solve this, America would most likely have to go to a year round school system with a month long winter break and a month long summer break. Merit based funding of schools and realistic performance reviews of teachers would help push performance higher. Higher pay for teachers and shielding from frivolous lawsuits and dumb parents could re-light the fire that drove most teachers into their profession. A financial counselor to help students plan for college (especially in inner cities and rural areas) might help students realize that university is attainable by all. Finally, critical, cognitive skills should be taught. How to debate should be mandatory. Not how to argue, but how to research a subject to support opinions should be a mandatory class. This could be a strictly debating class, or it could be a fun interactive class that teaches other skills as well. Letting a class guide an investment fund would be an interesting experience. Students could learn to research companies, and they could propose which funds to invest in, and why the funds are good opportunities. The above solutions may be optimistic, but isn't that what it takes to make a change? Optimism? Maybe if America's students learned critical thinking and debating skills, we would have politicians that talk substance instead of platitudes. When two opposing viewpoints meet, with the practice of debate, one side won't just yell or walk away after presenting their opinion. America could learn to debate again. Grifter |
| http://www.dallasnews.com/sharedcontent/dws/news/nation/stories/DN-peace_12nat.A... * * * In the above article, a Nobel Peace Prize winner calls for the death of President Bush at a Women's Peace Conference. She rescinded her call for Bush's death. She said that the Muslim world is suffering right now because of what Bush has done. This highlights exactly the hypocrisy of so-called peace activists. She is so peaceful that she wishes for the death of America's President. Of course, she isn't an American, but she got a standing ovation from half the crowd. Now, tell me why she shouldn't have her peace prize taken away? Is it peaceful to call for the death of anyone? No, it isn't. But since hating Bush is more important than doing what is right in this world, nothing will happen to her. Secondly, this is a woman's conference, and these women are worrying about the suffering that Bush is creating in the Middle East. Where is the anger towards the fact that Muslim women are treated as second class citizens? Where are the calls for women to be treated equally in the muslim world? There is none because that is a taboo topic. If the so-called women's leaders called for these things, militant muslims would put a price on their heads. So it is easier to hate Bush because they know he will not retaliate. Why do women's rights advocates and feminists nowadays not support women? Why are they care more about politics than women's rights? When the Clintons were attacking all the women that he had affairs with, where was the National Organization of Women? They were supporting him and still attacking Clarence Thomas. Even though ZERO evidence supported Anita Hill, NOW sided with her. NOW did not support any woman against Bill Clinton. That is hypocrisy at its most blatant. Bush promotes a woman...an African American woman to one of the highest positions in his cabinet. Instead of congratulating him, he is still accussed of racism and sexism. Instead of recognizing the intelligence and hard work of Ms. Condelezza Rice, the world just denounces her as a yes woman. They say that she is just someone Bush pushes around. Personally, this disgusts me. She is derided and made less of because she doesn't belong to the correct political party. Instead, she is a Republican (strike one) in the Bush administration (strike two through four thousand). She should be a leader for young women to show that they can rise to any position if they strive and work for it. Instead, women like the one in the article above are given more respect because she hates Bush. Her activities as a peace activist are great until she calls for the death of another human being. But most people in the country are hypocrites anymore. So here is the lesson for all politicians of the future, if you do what you think is right and stand up to popular pressure, peace activists will call for your death. Grifter |
| Between the debacle here at work and trying to get the divorce moving, I am not writing as much as I want to. I write this blog everyday with really nothing to say to keep up the discipline of writing. It is almost a transcript of a portion of my thought processes. I love this blog, but I love reading the other blogs on here a lot more. There is a lot of great writing on this site and I am glad I joined. I don't always comment on what I read, but I read a lot of blogs on this website. The loss of my writing practice has led to a derth of witty comments. D'oh! I just wanted to say thanks for all the good reading. * * * Too much to say. Too little care in writing it. Still waiting to finalize the divorce. Still stuck in the neutral hell of waiting for a legal agreement.  Grifter |
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