<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38405535</id><updated>2012-02-03T05:16:52.189-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Themopinator</title><subtitle type='html'>Inter faeces et urinam nascimur.
Let the Daemons Chase!</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://themopinator.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38405535/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://themopinator.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38405535/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>The Mop</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04315843951961769637</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://www.burburinho.com/img/nn020706.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>791</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38405535.post-5914168811873607866</id><published>2012-02-03T05:02:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-02-03T05:16:52.209-08:00</updated><title type='text'>This is going to be fun.</title><content type='html'>Well I wanted to blog something every day, I'm sure I'm failing. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I just checked web stats for this blog, either I have it set up wrong. Sorting that out will take another day. I guess it shouldn't surprise me that I have very few visitors. The ones I do have probably visit by blog feed.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;What was I going to blog about..... Ops I don't quite remember. I'm still in a bit of purgatory, much of it will be over tomorrow. I'm strangely excited about that, I guess I like dealing with stuff and getting it out of the way.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I did just wonder if I outlived Jim Morrison..... who I don't think made it to 30.... google says?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;he died at 28... yep older by jim morrison by 12 years.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38405535-5914168811873607866?l=themopinator.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://themopinator.blogspot.com/feeds/5914168811873607866/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38405535&amp;postID=5914168811873607866&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38405535/posts/default/5914168811873607866'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38405535/posts/default/5914168811873607866'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://themopinator.blogspot.com/2012/02/this-is-going-to-be-fun.html' title='This is going to be fun.'/><author><name>The Mop</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04315843951961769637</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://www.burburinho.com/img/nn020706.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38405535.post-2628037740665262183</id><published>2012-02-02T02:10:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-02-02T02:17:58.883-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Direction non direction</title><content type='html'>I was reflecting tonight. As focused as I tend to be, as well as the universe tends to talk to me. The funny thing is that I have two friends who are the opposite. They both have told me about their dreams, the strange thing is the sort of reality that is developing from them both. As much as I feel I have vision, it is strange to me that they both seem to ... or might see things the way they really are, in their dreams.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I guess the thing is, they are less in touch with what is going on... but their dreams are letting them see ... what they can't with their own eyes. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;strange....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and bogity boogity boogity.... Much magic mumbo-jumbo going on late at night, in the middle of winter.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38405535-2628037740665262183?l=themopinator.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://themopinator.blogspot.com/feeds/2628037740665262183/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38405535&amp;postID=2628037740665262183&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38405535/posts/default/2628037740665262183'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38405535/posts/default/2628037740665262183'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://themopinator.blogspot.com/2012/02/direction-non-direction.html' title='Direction non direction'/><author><name>The Mop</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04315843951961769637</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://www.burburinho.com/img/nn020706.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38405535.post-782962281816479628</id><published>2012-02-01T02:26:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2012-02-01T02:26:49.671-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Damn..</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;p&gt;This is insomnia &lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38405535-782962281816479628?l=themopinator.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://themopinator.blogspot.com/feeds/782962281816479628/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38405535&amp;postID=782962281816479628&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38405535/posts/default/782962281816479628'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38405535/posts/default/782962281816479628'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://themopinator.blogspot.com/2012/02/damn.html' title='Damn..'/><author><name>The Mop</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04315843951961769637</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://www.burburinho.com/img/nn020706.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38405535.post-7890481712216307901</id><published>2012-02-01T02:25:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2012-02-01T02:25:00.317-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Not feeling well.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;p&gt;This is one of those times. My big 40 b-day is coming up. All downhill from there. Downhill... I like who I am, I like how I live... but if things go more downhill, I am in trouble. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;As a quick aside, I kind of want to watch movies for a few days. I guess I want to escape....... escape what??? Damn its not even my life I want to escape.&amp;#160; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Back to it.... probably ten years I have been trying to live a better life. Making the worst mistake.. hoping it would just happen. Took me 3 years to realize that wouldn't happen just by hoping. As my Muse might say "just do it"&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Fuck fourty and here I am.... wanted to be elsewhere. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38405535-7890481712216307901?l=themopinator.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://themopinator.blogspot.com/feeds/7890481712216307901/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38405535&amp;postID=7890481712216307901&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38405535/posts/default/7890481712216307901'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38405535/posts/default/7890481712216307901'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://themopinator.blogspot.com/2012/02/not-feeling-well.html' title='Not feeling well.'/><author><name>The Mop</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04315843951961769637</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://www.burburinho.com/img/nn020706.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38405535.post-5421748892693877819</id><published>2012-01-29T03:57:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-29T04:08:26.349-08:00</updated><title type='text'>winter duldrums</title><content type='html'>Ugh... the mens final of the Australian open is on tv right now... I've felt awful this week, I want to say "This is the worst I have felt in 5 years" but then I wonder... is that how I feel every winter? this is the worst I have ever felt... and it is just seasonal. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I don't know.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I probably need to focus on writing about things that go on out the the world, describing real things I see and feel every day. I'm just sort of happy to be writing every day.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38405535-5421748892693877819?l=themopinator.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://themopinator.blogspot.com/feeds/5421748892693877819/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38405535&amp;postID=5421748892693877819&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38405535/posts/default/5421748892693877819'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38405535/posts/default/5421748892693877819'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://themopinator.blogspot.com/2012/01/winter-duldrums.html' title='winter duldrums'/><author><name>The Mop</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04315843951961769637</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://www.burburinho.com/img/nn020706.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38405535.post-5705270331320009588</id><published>2012-01-28T10:57:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-28T11:02:56.608-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Some un-musings</title><content type='html'>I was watching some commercial... it was about "buy this toothpaste... or your kid will have rings in his nose"&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I know it is a theme with me.... but where are all the "Marry a religious Zellot, and end up tied up by a sadist(just for Julie; in the un-consensual way)"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Where is this in our modern folklore... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38405535-5705270331320009588?l=themopinator.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://themopinator.blogspot.com/feeds/5705270331320009588/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38405535&amp;postID=5705270331320009588&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38405535/posts/default/5705270331320009588'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38405535/posts/default/5705270331320009588'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://themopinator.blogspot.com/2012/01/some-un-musings.html' title='Some un-musings'/><author><name>The Mop</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04315843951961769637</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://www.burburinho.com/img/nn020706.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38405535.post-1124978107507629526</id><published>2012-01-27T06:29:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-27T06:30:11.998-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The universe</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;p&gt;I have been ... well it feels like the signal to noise ratio is getting high, in my life. I am not sure what I am being told or where to go from here.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Too much noise not enough signal. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38405535-1124978107507629526?l=themopinator.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://themopinator.blogspot.com/feeds/1124978107507629526/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38405535&amp;postID=1124978107507629526&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38405535/posts/default/1124978107507629526'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38405535/posts/default/1124978107507629526'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://themopinator.blogspot.com/2012/01/universe.html' title='The universe'/><author><name>The Mop</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04315843951961769637</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://www.burburinho.com/img/nn020706.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38405535.post-8966868985616663797</id><published>2012-01-24T15:53:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-24T15:54:27.333-08:00</updated><title type='text'>still trying to write</title><content type='html'>I'm still trying to write something every day, I'm hoping to get back in the hang of it. I just feel like Y'all do when we do these things like 30 days of riding or writing...&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I see how it is to just get overwhelmed with life and give up.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38405535-8966868985616663797?l=themopinator.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://themopinator.blogspot.com/feeds/8966868985616663797/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38405535&amp;postID=8966868985616663797&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38405535/posts/default/8966868985616663797'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38405535/posts/default/8966868985616663797'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://themopinator.blogspot.com/2012/01/still-trying-to-write.html' title='still trying to write'/><author><name>The Mop</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04315843951961769637</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://www.burburinho.com/img/nn020706.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38405535.post-2885542333803145401</id><published>2012-01-24T15:44:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-24T15:53:09.577-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Oscars</title><content type='html'>The &lt;a href="http://www.ifc.com/fix/2012/01/oscar-nominations-2012"&gt;nominations are out&lt;/a&gt; for the Oscars. Two years ago I sat down and tried to watch all the nominated best pictures and as many of the other films nominated in the major categories. For those that remember, I was not impressed. As I remember there were two films I enjoyed, and the rest I found "Watchable". I just wasn't sure they were worth my time. This was the year of "Hurt Locker", "avatar" and "up in the air", both movies I thought were good...&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;.... With all the money tied up in these movies, I think I just expect more.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;.... Either that or I'm getting old.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38405535-2885542333803145401?l=themopinator.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://themopinator.blogspot.com/feeds/2885542333803145401/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38405535&amp;postID=2885542333803145401&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38405535/posts/default/2885542333803145401'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38405535/posts/default/2885542333803145401'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://themopinator.blogspot.com/2012/01/oscars.html' title='Oscars'/><author><name>The Mop</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04315843951961769637</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://www.burburinho.com/img/nn020706.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38405535.post-5307572573740355809</id><published>2012-01-18T01:45:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-18T01:50:33.873-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sick 2.0</title><content type='html'>I slept most of the day. I'm lucky, I tend to be able to wallow in my illness, most of you go to work and suffer through it... just trying to get by. I get to spend days just .... Wallowing and complaining... thinking about how I don't feel good... how it is interfering with getting anything done... Hoping that it will pass. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I seriously watched movies and felt sick all day.... tough life... strange I am complaining... I don't know what I was trying to write here.... I'm just trying to write every day. I would hope I would try and write something of use......&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I had this thought... if Romney doesn't win or doesn't win the presidency... when the Mormons roll out 2 more candidates, will america get them confused, will they say "oh, it's another mormon brunette Ken Doll, how is this one different than the last one?"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38405535-5307572573740355809?l=themopinator.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://themopinator.blogspot.com/feeds/5307572573740355809/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38405535&amp;postID=5307572573740355809&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38405535/posts/default/5307572573740355809'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38405535/posts/default/5307572573740355809'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://themopinator.blogspot.com/2012/01/sick-20.html' title='Sick 2.0'/><author><name>The Mop</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04315843951961769637</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://www.burburinho.com/img/nn020706.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38405535.post-1037951433038341074</id><published>2012-01-16T20:18:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-17T08:58:05.690-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Huntsman</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;p&gt;The world may be ready for: a black president, a Hispanic president, a Woman, Maybe even a gay one ... but I don't think the world is ready for an "in the closet gay Mormon" one.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Did I just say that?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38405535-1037951433038341074?l=themopinator.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://themopinator.blogspot.com/feeds/1037951433038341074/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38405535&amp;postID=1037951433038341074&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38405535/posts/default/1037951433038341074'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38405535/posts/default/1037951433038341074'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://themopinator.blogspot.com/2012/01/huntsman.html' title='Huntsman'/><author><name>The Mop</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04315843951961769637</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://www.burburinho.com/img/nn020706.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38405535.post-5599202109895744537</id><published>2012-01-15T15:32:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-15T15:46:20.494-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Being sick</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-uaTbJvDp2P8/TnozmHD8ctI/AAAAAAAABrM/bZ1Vv0zXAGc/s1600/sick_as_a_dog.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-uaTbJvDp2P8/TnozmHD8ctI/AAAAAAAABrM/bZ1Vv0zXAGc/s1600/sick_as_a_dog.gif" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been very sick this winter. Somehow I just can't escape the germs. The most probable reason is all the breeders in my life, and their Germ carrying Spawn. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Besides being debilitated, the worst part of being sick is not knowing if you just need to Nut up and Deal with being sick and move on or if you just need to lay down rest and accept that you are sick. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Around and around that thought goes through my head.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38405535-5599202109895744537?l=themopinator.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://themopinator.blogspot.com/feeds/5599202109895744537/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38405535&amp;postID=5599202109895744537&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38405535/posts/default/5599202109895744537'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38405535/posts/default/5599202109895744537'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://themopinator.blogspot.com/2012/01/being-sick.html' title='Being sick'/><author><name>The Mop</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04315843951961769637</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://www.burburinho.com/img/nn020706.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-uaTbJvDp2P8/TnozmHD8ctI/AAAAAAAABrM/bZ1Vv0zXAGc/s72-c/sick_as_a_dog.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38405535.post-1558095488600377783</id><published>2012-01-14T03:48:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-14T04:12:15.513-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Lliam</title><content type='html'>Those that are "In the Know" realize that I am into Battlestar Galactica right now. Don't ask me why. I have been asking that for over 2 weeks now, and have no answer. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This is how bad it is; One of the Original/God Like Creator/cyborg/Organic machines/ Cylon/Skinjobs/toasters, who is sleeping with one of the Created /Rebel /cyborg/Organic machines/ Cylon/Skinjobs/toasters and having a baby with Her, decided to name his child Lliam. The Original Cylon's Ex wife then Confronted Lliam's mother with the fact She nor the child were special, whereas the father wanted to name their child Lliam Except the Original cyclon's origional cylon wife was barren. At which point Rebel/second Generation Cylon under the stress of this new information, then miscarries. As Original dad/Cylon was crying in the arms of the guy from Stand and Deliver(Edward James Olmos) AKA Loren Green... No wait Cpt Adama,  they mentioned that Lliam was short for William. Clear as Mud?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;William is a family name on my Father's side. My father's middle name was William, after his father. I said to myself, Oh.... If I had a kid, which will probably not happen, I could name that child William and call him Lliam, Continuing some kind of Family Legacy. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I then realized I was continuing the legacy of a Drunk Irish Wife Beating Asshole. I then said, I can then challenge my child to not live up to his Legacy. Then I thought, when he does become some kind of drunk asshole he could then blame me for naming him after his drunk ass great Grandfather......&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sweet..... only 4 episodes left... Now I wonder... are the original cyclons just glorified test tube babies.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Way more than 3 lines... or 5.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38405535-1558095488600377783?l=themopinator.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://themopinator.blogspot.com/feeds/1558095488600377783/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38405535&amp;postID=1558095488600377783&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38405535/posts/default/1558095488600377783'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38405535/posts/default/1558095488600377783'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://themopinator.blogspot.com/2012/01/lliam.html' title='Lliam'/><author><name>The Mop</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04315843951961769637</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://www.burburinho.com/img/nn020706.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38405535.post-9075706775214297989</id><published>2012-01-12T09:44:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-12T09:48:45.708-08:00</updated><title type='text'>ducks and geese and chickes better scurry</title><content type='html'>As I sat on a bridge in the park yesterday, I saw a couple of ducks mating. It seemed as though the male pushed the female's head down under the water during the act. I wondered, "How many Animal mating acts are so Sadistic?". Then I wondered if I had even seen it in the first place, or if it was just a manifestation from my brain.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;(I'm trying to just write a few lines from my day, and trying to do it every day)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38405535-9075706775214297989?l=themopinator.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://themopinator.blogspot.com/feeds/9075706775214297989/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38405535&amp;postID=9075706775214297989&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38405535/posts/default/9075706775214297989'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38405535/posts/default/9075706775214297989'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://themopinator.blogspot.com/2012/01/ducks-and-geese-and-chickes-better.html' title='ducks and geese and chickes better scurry'/><author><name>The Mop</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04315843951961769637</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://www.burburinho.com/img/nn020706.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38405535.post-928115624389881515</id><published>2012-01-03T13:01:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-03T13:12:10.242-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Long time no blog</title><content type='html'>Ugh.... well I'm feeling bad today... new diet.... new conviction to lean down....&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I believe I am as heavy as I have been in..... 4 years.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I was lamenting the year I was on a solid good diet and about christmas time I had to buy a new belt because my old one didn't have enough notches... Sure I was irritable... but &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I hope I have the conviction to get things back under control.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Y'all haven't had any updates... but I have very good reason to have let things go.... Yet I will admit... there is no good reason....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sure this post sucks... but I'm hoping to get back into the swing of things... and posting something is .... well it's something, maybe not better than nothing.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38405535-928115624389881515?l=themopinator.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://themopinator.blogspot.com/feeds/928115624389881515/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38405535&amp;postID=928115624389881515&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38405535/posts/default/928115624389881515'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38405535/posts/default/928115624389881515'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://themopinator.blogspot.com/2012/01/long-time-no-blog.html' title='Long time no blog'/><author><name>The Mop</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04315843951961769637</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://www.burburinho.com/img/nn020706.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38405535.post-1880206257477123998</id><published>2011-08-30T17:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-08-30T17:16:14.690-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Procrastination</title><content type='html'>Procrastination....&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Which "aparently" I can spell... I can't spell "apparently" but procrastination... that I can do.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I keep thinking... I'll be able to get something done... as soon as I get a shower.... as soon as I get this coffee drunk... as soon as I finish watching this tennis match....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;this has been going on for about a week. I'm trying very hard to sit down and get some work done.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;as I sit here.. I have cleaned my desk... made vegetable stock. Working on a glitch on this other computer. I took a shower. I'm thinking about taking another one. I think I need a shave.... tomorrow I get a haircut.... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I keep thinking if maybe I get a coke.... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;you see... I don't think it will help. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I did take a nap... that almost helped after the nap, I managed to sit at my desk, and I managed opening up the project on my computer.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Well shower and a shave it is.....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38405535-1880206257477123998?l=themopinator.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://themopinator.blogspot.com/feeds/1880206257477123998/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38405535&amp;postID=1880206257477123998&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38405535/posts/default/1880206257477123998'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38405535/posts/default/1880206257477123998'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://themopinator.blogspot.com/2011/08/procrastination.html' title='Procrastination'/><author><name>The Mop</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04315843951961769637</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://www.burburinho.com/img/nn020706.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38405535.post-4061198736538067045</id><published>2011-08-28T21:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-08-28T21:20:11.317-07:00</updated><title type='text'>spin twirl and suffer.</title><content type='html'>I'm sitting here remembering what it was like to blog all the time. I just took a shower and I remembered how strange it used to be when I could just write anything that came into my head. I guess there was a point in time that I faced all my demons. Funny that now I feel like I have faced them. Like most of them have moved past me. Most of them... and when I say "Most" I mean all the ones that I knew about that I feared. Well those fears, those demons have moved past me... moved on. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;What is strange though.... I can't share "what is going on" inside this old mouse infested head of mine. Mostly because it is not my truth anymore, it's other peoples truth. I've been entrusted with them and I don't get to share them. Now I realize that what I need to do is face my fears... and part of that is to talk about them and confront all the "things" that mess with us. To share that "dark place" to share that Dark terror that nags and haunts us. It's funny I keep encoraging people to share it... yet... they keep going back to hiding it. No mater how much better they think it is to share it, and to let me connect with them and their pain. They keep wanting to hide it... they don't get how I want to hear it... I want to share it... that it is the natural thing to share that pain with another person.....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;they just bury it.... "it's my cross to bare"... then they eat it..... and it just tears them to shreds....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Nancy said to me.... "why is it that it seems to be better when I say it. That all I have to do is say it".....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;funny that that is just what I want to do.... I just want to share it for them.... problem is.... they don't ....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So I watch them spin and suffer.....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38405535-4061198736538067045?l=themopinator.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://themopinator.blogspot.com/feeds/4061198736538067045/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38405535&amp;postID=4061198736538067045&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38405535/posts/default/4061198736538067045'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38405535/posts/default/4061198736538067045'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://themopinator.blogspot.com/2011/08/spin-twirl-and-suffer.html' title='spin twirl and suffer.'/><author><name>The Mop</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04315843951961769637</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://www.burburinho.com/img/nn020706.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38405535.post-8245864162635381606</id><published>2011-08-19T13:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-08-19T14:06:22.753-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Hmmm some updates</title><content type='html'>I am kind of upset right now, so I seem to have nothing else to do but post here. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;    I spent most of last night and most of the morning breaking up with my girlfriend. The jist of it from me was "your life is too fucked up, and you are in a constant state of screwing mine up. I know you mean well, but I've had my fill"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;She hoped that this morning I would relent. I said, "I can't spend the next year worrying about you every day, you have to chose to put an end to this stuff." and she wouldn't. to her defense, she doesn't even know how. It was just too much for me, I couldn't live in a constant emergency. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It was the right decision, it's just strange when the only decision you can make is to not care about someone so that their horror show life doesn't affect yours. My only choice was to stop caring..... of course that is hard. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I guess it is all my fault for letting it all happen, should have ended it many months ago.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ryan posted a post about Mormons.... I have one thing to say about the Mormon Zellots, the ones who are "hard core". Freud talked about overcompensation, I kid you not there is a huge element of the church who like warren jeffs are just using it for pedophilia. I'd even go as far as saying part of the fundamental issue with "plural wives" has to do with it being an 1700-1800's excuse for being attracted to children. These Zellot Mormons are using the church to hide their pedophilia or any number of perverse sexual or psychological deviance. There are some decent Mormons, but after all the things I've seen I'd never trust a Mormon with my kids, especially one who "talked the talk", many of them just use it to get access and gain trust.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;fun fun fun.....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I hope I can get out on a bike ride.... one problem is that she broke my MP3 player months ago, and I haven't had time to set up the new one.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;cry cry cry.... just move on.....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38405535-8245864162635381606?l=themopinator.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://themopinator.blogspot.com/feeds/8245864162635381606/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38405535&amp;postID=8245864162635381606&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38405535/posts/default/8245864162635381606'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38405535/posts/default/8245864162635381606'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://themopinator.blogspot.com/2011/08/hmmm-some-updates.html' title='Hmmm some updates'/><author><name>The Mop</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04315843951961769637</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://www.burburinho.com/img/nn020706.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38405535.post-8481423201932614075</id><published>2011-05-18T00:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-05-18T00:21:20.748-07:00</updated><title type='text'>long time no update</title><content type='html'>So much to not blog. There are tons of things going on for me. Like I have covered many moons ago. One of the problems with knowing  a few people and having people I now know reading the blog. Well I tend to have a ton of secrets. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Fuck!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I honestly wish the blog was anonymous again. I'd love to share some details of my life, all the things going on Good and bad. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I want a cookie...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I guess I'm kind of upset. There are a few things to be upset about. Honestly, i'm upset at how unfair the world is to so many people. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I guess there is a bike race going on out there. I'm in miserable shape. of course I told that to someone, they said "you are crazy... you are in great shape"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;ugh.... well I tried to post. I guess we have seen these posts in the past.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38405535-8481423201932614075?l=themopinator.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://themopinator.blogspot.com/feeds/8481423201932614075/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38405535&amp;postID=8481423201932614075&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38405535/posts/default/8481423201932614075'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38405535/posts/default/8481423201932614075'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://themopinator.blogspot.com/2011/05/long-time-no-update.html' title='long time no update'/><author><name>The Mop</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04315843951961769637</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://www.burburinho.com/img/nn020706.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38405535.post-498340592111514955</id><published>2011-04-08T15:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-04-08T15:55:51.374-07:00</updated><title type='text'>3 options</title><content type='html'>I'm getting hate mail about my blog. This not being anonymous isn't much fun. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I wrote about three options.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;These weren't woman, these were job's. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I should go into; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;psychology, &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Financial planning&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;back into networking&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;I guess someone thought I was talking about woman. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38405535-498340592111514955?l=themopinator.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://themopinator.blogspot.com/feeds/498340592111514955/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38405535&amp;postID=498340592111514955&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38405535/posts/default/498340592111514955'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38405535/posts/default/498340592111514955'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://themopinator.blogspot.com/2011/04/3-options.html' title='3 options'/><author><name>The Mop</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04315843951961769637</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://www.burburinho.com/img/nn020706.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38405535.post-4202589132328038022</id><published>2011-04-08T10:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-04-08T11:09:22.643-07:00</updated><title type='text'>It was the best of times, it was the worst of times.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-s04TW_8BQOs/TZ9PPQopS2I/AAAAAAAAAgo/Ob89d1TAwhM/s1600/the-maxx-the-maxx-wildstorm-mtv-animated-animated-comic-book-demotivational-poster-1249302827.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 324px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-s04TW_8BQOs/TZ9PPQopS2I/AAAAAAAAAgo/Ob89d1TAwhM/s400/the-maxx-the-maxx-wildstorm-mtv-animated-animated-comic-book-demotivational-poster-1249302827.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5593276385799523170" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt; It was 15 years ago, I guess not too long I have been at this blog for almost 5 years. That year it was Rachel. We effectively broke it off in February, it was her birthday. It that relationship, I realized I couldn't trust what she said. She would say things to me, that were not reliable. She would act in ways that were inconsistent with what she said. This was the point at which I realized I had some emotional problems of my own. Most people would have just dismissed her, and would have said "something is wrong with her." and moved on. I didn't or couldn't do that. That relationship was on and off for half a year. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;   One of the things I learned was that what people say, and what they do are totally different things, and not just because they are liars. At one point I had no idea how she felt for me, I started asking her odd questions to see if I could get her to say she had some feelings for me. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I asked, "If I was shot and I showed up here, would you take care of me, nurse me back to health?". &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;She said, "I would treat you like any person, just like even any bum on the street. I would call an ambulance and send you on your way." &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;At that point, I realized she either didn't like me at all, or couldn't express it. Either way, I didn't want anything to do with her, or the relationship. It took me a year or two to realize it. Probably 3 to dislike her for dragging me through her psychological hell. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The point of all this is to explain how I feel about Julie. She doesn't read this, so it's not for her benefit. The thing is, there I was drunk and emotionally vulnerable on my birthday, and the "reality" of things are, that she was there for my birthday. To talk with and joke with, the whole bit. It meant everything to me. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And that is why I love Julie. I'm in Maxx mode today.... It's a thing, go with it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38405535-4202589132328038022?l=themopinator.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://themopinator.blogspot.com/feeds/4202589132328038022/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38405535&amp;postID=4202589132328038022&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38405535/posts/default/4202589132328038022'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38405535/posts/default/4202589132328038022'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://themopinator.blogspot.com/2011/04/it-was-best-of-times-it-was-worst-of.html' title='It was the best of times, it was the worst of times.'/><author><name>The Mop</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04315843951961769637</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://www.burburinho.com/img/nn020706.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-s04TW_8BQOs/TZ9PPQopS2I/AAAAAAAAAgo/Ob89d1TAwhM/s72-c/the-maxx-the-maxx-wildstorm-mtv-animated-animated-comic-book-demotivational-poster-1249302827.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38405535.post-4603690245264286141</id><published>2011-03-30T03:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-03-30T04:01:32.227-07:00</updated><title type='text'>4am...</title><content type='html'>ya... this is what I get for going to bed at 10 and then waking up at midnight. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Don't engage the crazy.... Ya... the story of my life.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;the last two days on the bike, i've been very cold.... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I quit on monday before I even got the cleats on.... "Fuck this.... it's God damn Cold!!!!"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Lowered my seat... which was impressive. I changed shoes last season, I think that is the difference. But what it has shown is that my Seat position was just a tad high.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But... I can usually stand sub 50 degree temperatures... but right now... I just can't stand it. maybe it was southern utah, maybe it is just that i'm ready for spring. No idea... but I just don't seem to want to be cold. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38405535-4603690245264286141?l=themopinator.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://themopinator.blogspot.com/feeds/4603690245264286141/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38405535&amp;postID=4603690245264286141&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38405535/posts/default/4603690245264286141'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38405535/posts/default/4603690245264286141'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://themopinator.blogspot.com/2011/03/4am.html' title='4am...'/><author><name>The Mop</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04315843951961769637</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://www.burburinho.com/img/nn020706.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38405535.post-411140812183619691</id><published>2011-03-28T20:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-03-28T21:32:44.123-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Embracing uncertainty.....</title><content type='html'>When last we checked in on our superhero.......&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Where the hell was I.... Things were strange... things are still strange. I'm still contemplating my future. I need to do something with it. I have 3 options, some random dude I met said "Do all three".... ya, I think that gets dangerously close to indecision.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Speaking of indecision, I swore I was doing HOTN. Then since my lame Achilles problem and other odd things going on. Which included, one long stressful week at work. Training has sucked. I feel like I pushed it a little hard on my birthday and have paid for it. One would think I would be thrilled to get the extra hours, but my knob boss screwed me out of much of the benefit. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;That conversation went like this.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"We want you to X"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"Ok, but that will require Y"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"Well, no we don't want to give you Y"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"Then I don't want to do X"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"We still want you to do X. We really appreciate you stepping up for the company."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"I'll do it, but don't bother asking again."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It's funny how i'm stepping up for the company, yet somehow they won't step up for me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So.... Long week, long weekend.... After getting a little ride in yesterday, I said, "why the hell not ride HOTN". Who knows what the hell i'm doing with my training.... Who knows what the hell i'm doing with my life.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So.... Uncertainty... Seems like for the past few weeks, i've been digging the uncertainty. Ok, digging may be a strong word. How about.... embracing. It kind of feels like the first time you start swimming or riding a bike. There is something wrong with there not being something hard under your feet. It seems like I'm getting used to it. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;If you ask some, the thing is we are all traveling in a cloud of uncertainty. It's only an illusion that of certainty. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;but I certainly need to get some focus going. Get some direction. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I don't know... maybe that is the joy of the uncertainty.....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38405535-411140812183619691?l=themopinator.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://themopinator.blogspot.com/feeds/411140812183619691/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38405535&amp;postID=411140812183619691&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38405535/posts/default/411140812183619691'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38405535/posts/default/411140812183619691'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://themopinator.blogspot.com/2011/03/embracing-uncertainty.html' title='Embracing uncertainty.....'/><author><name>The Mop</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04315843951961769637</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://www.burburinho.com/img/nn020706.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38405535.post-2331006512283831393</id><published>2011-03-23T13:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-03-23T14:17:58.278-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Mid-Day update</title><content type='html'>I had numerous strange dreams, last night. I think my mind is trying to sort everything out. I'm dying to know what it figures out. I just started riding again. physicaly, I feel like a lump of poo. I need to keep ice on my achillies and it is hard to fit that in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was also not working saturdays, for about 3 days, now I am again. I'm coping with work, by eating bad food and soda. I actually don't know why I hate it. Maybe I need to slow down and not worry about it so much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Honestly, besides work I have no idea what i've been doing over the past few day. I've spent most the day with my head in my hands, sitting here at my desk.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38405535-2331006512283831393?l=themopinator.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://themopinator.blogspot.com/feeds/2331006512283831393/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38405535&amp;postID=2331006512283831393&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38405535/posts/default/2331006512283831393'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38405535/posts/default/2331006512283831393'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://themopinator.blogspot.com/2011/03/mid-day-update.html' title='Mid-Day update'/><author><name>The Mop</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04315843951961769637</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://www.burburinho.com/img/nn020706.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38405535.post-45890994257720874</id><published>2011-03-23T01:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-03-23T02:12:39.023-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Odd dream</title><content type='html'>I think, I finally caught up on my rest. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I was awoken by the strangest dream. I was in the hospital. I don't know if I had cancer, or if I was being tested. There was some vagueness as to why I was there, you know how dreams are. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm a huge fan of asking myself "What is the universe saying to me, where does it want me to be.". Seems like sometimes my dreams give me some idea of what where what and how things are bothering me. Well, this dream didn't. One of my "internet super friends" one I've never 'really' met, a male one was there, somehow. In the dream it seemed like such a good friendship. Somehow I think I could use more good friendships.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Here is the thing, for some reason right now, it seems like the universe is in flux. Somehow.... usually when I reach into the belly of the cosmic vibe.... Reach into the deep knot of the cosmic strings... Usually I can get a feel for where i'm supposed to be going, and what i'm supposed to do. I don't have that right now. I think I was talking to someone and I said, 'it's like i'm at a fork in the road. Many Forked road.' . It seems very strange. I don't know what the hell to do about it. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Somehow i'm a bit overwhelmed. My intent was to race HOTN. In the past 5 days, I've gone from a light work week, to a heavy one. I think that the boss, who is a knob, realized what good work I was doing. Suddenly I have a ton more hours. All of this interfering with my training and my life. I mentioned previously having a hard day. Many years ago I worked some 24 hour days. When you went home, it took 2 days to recover. I actually feel like I just woke up from my haze from a miserable shift. But that was just Monday... and here it is Wednesday. I sometimes wish I was one of those half assers who wander about clueless and able to just go home not realizing what a shit job I was doing.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm not sure reading Facebook late at night and dinking around .... Not sure that is it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38405535-45890994257720874?l=themopinator.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://themopinator.blogspot.com/feeds/45890994257720874/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38405535&amp;postID=45890994257720874&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38405535/posts/default/45890994257720874'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38405535/posts/default/45890994257720874'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://themopinator.blogspot.com/2011/03/odd-dream.html' title='Odd dream'/><author><name>The Mop</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04315843951961769637</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://www.burburinho.com/img/nn020706.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38405535.post-6473532593901853118</id><published>2011-03-22T21:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-03-23T00:23:02.264-07:00</updated><title type='text'>on Myth and meltdowns</title><content type='html'>.... Start in the middle, work my way out.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I had a tough day at work monday, it is still haunting me. I like to think i'm very good at what i'm doing. Of course self doubt kicks my ass from any real self confidence. Ugh....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Seems like spring has sprung... though my greenhouse doesn't show it. With it, brings melt down season. The usual pattern is that most of us go into a manic state through may. Then there is a bit of a large scale meltdown. Sort of a, "the crops have been planted, now it's time to fall down.".&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But.... I've got a few of the mop friends who are having a bit thing, including me. Work was ugly yesterday, like I said it still haunts me. I'm getting tempted to become a financial advisor. It seems like a horrible idea. Yet I sort of love the idea.  Point was, yesterday was ugly... and it sort of spiraled into a small scale melt down. BTW I think that makes 5 for the year. I must be pushing things much too hard.... Leaping into that uncertainty.... just a little more... unsteady than I'd like. Pushing things a little harder than ever.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; I remember last year... Allonz-y. There was only a little bit of chaos. This year feels like things are much harder.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I think .... you know.... middle work my way out. I just, want to send everyone some good Mojo!! you are all very great, I've got your back..... Let me know what I can do. I of course may have to start taking appointments. I love you all..... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I have a friend who has sent me some of the lamest messages for the past month... This isn't the ex... but I just get some of the stupidest lamest e-mails from this person. Just stuff that is rude and nasty. Then I think this person doesn't realize how it keeps pushing me away. Some people run this odd reverse thinking, where somehow they think conflict is the way to grow together. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;hmmm.... well this post may or may not be going anywhere.... but I guess it's finished. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38405535-6473532593901853118?l=themopinator.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://themopinator.blogspot.com/feeds/6473532593901853118/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38405535&amp;postID=6473532593901853118&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38405535/posts/default/6473532593901853118'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38405535/posts/default/6473532593901853118'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://themopinator.blogspot.com/2011/03/on-myth-and-meltdowns.html' title='on Myth and meltdowns'/><author><name>The Mop</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04315843951961769637</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://www.burburinho.com/img/nn020706.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38405535.post-4141392912117174350</id><published>2011-03-15T00:17:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-03-15T06:49:43.550-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Oh good... back to it</title><content type='html'>My sleep was ... well I managed to go to bed by 1am the whole time on vacation. Beer was required. I drank more in the past 3 days than I have in 2 years probably that would be the total sum beer in the past 2 years. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm actually not sure this is true, I'd just like to think it is. I'm not an alcoholic, I think it's just been a rough winter. My birthday was Sunday, it was as good a birthday as I've had. I remember a birthday that was very nice, 15 years ago. Then suddenly my Ex thought I had gone to the strip club the weekend before, because I made a joke about it. The result was 3 hours of fighting. P.S. My ex... and most of my GF's have always been more attractive than most Strippers i've ever seen.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ok, when I sat down here my intent was to talk about my love of Julie Holmes. Many years ago, Julie and I were just sort of flirting, usual sort of stuff. I exchanged some e-mail with her. She then asked me later if I had told anyone some of the stuff that we had written in that e-mail. I told her no. Many of the secrets that people tell me.... and trust me, I have a few. I think it's the blog, and its so raw and honest, people have a tendency to want to reciprocate, it's natural. Also something maybe about me, somehow they open up to me. I've never ever wanted anyone who told me something honest or in confidence to feel like that would ever be violated. So... I would never tell a person, anything that anyone has shared.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I find out that one of her "Stalkers" and julie has a few. She tends to have them moving in and out like a revolving door, around her. Well, she told me about it. you know, I have a super hero esque persona... I call myself an Anti-super hero, which is a super hero who is forced into his roll by circumstance. There is a movie called "Hero" with Dustin Hoffman. He is a classic anti-hero. Julie tells me something, which throws a Huge Red Flag at me about what is happening. Up to this point I had never called any one of the readers of this blog. Well I hopped right on the phone and called her. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;she said, "Why?"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I told her "Julie, this is a safety issue. The blog is stupid. You need to be safe. You haven't told anyone about this, and I need to make sure you are safe."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;using my mop powers, and ... well, shit like this doesn't live in the light of day. Once I told the person that I knew. They backed off. Crazy doesn't like to have people know that they are crazy.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But.... so began Julie and my Love affair. Everybody likes a good rescue...... Except for me.... Ever since... it's been a quarterly phone call, just to catch up on each others dysfunctional relationships, each of us hoping that the other will find real love. She has asked me a few times, Why don't we date? I just reply.... You scare the shit out of me... or some such nonsense. But... on my birthday, When the day before she gave me a solid HTFU, or Nut Up! I needed that solid swift kick in the ass. I then told her how great she was.... she then yelled at me... said "Why don't you fucking call me" Sure enough, there was julie on the phone on my birthday. The two of us gabbing like a couple of girls. Neither of us able to get a word in.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Her saying stuff like "you know you dork... Your posts are getting darker and darker... you know that!" I said, "Ya, that is because this thing has finally become nasty. The current Ex finally has made me dislike her. Which i'm sure is what her defenses were trying to make happen. Trying to make me into the bad guy."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;on that side note.... ya.... she wins.... Now get out of my life... She wins a ticket home. I hope that is what she wanted?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Well, I always talk about "the mop's super friends"... and how they come up for me  "large"... Super man has the kryptonite around his neck... and they show up and pull off said kryptonite.... to let me fight on another day. It's just one of those times where .... I just have to say that I love Julie Holmes. and some of my other superfriends who stepped and have stepped up for me "Large"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;P.S. I still don't think we are going to date.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;If asked why... I'd just reply... "I just don't get the feeling it is what the universe wants us to do"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Of course... I could be the George Costanza of dating....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38405535-4141392912117174350?l=themopinator.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://themopinator.blogspot.com/feeds/4141392912117174350/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38405535&amp;postID=4141392912117174350&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38405535/posts/default/4141392912117174350'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38405535/posts/default/4141392912117174350'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://themopinator.blogspot.com/2011/03/oh-good-back-to-it.html' title='Oh good... back to it'/><author><name>The Mop</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04315843951961769637</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://www.burburinho.com/img/nn020706.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38405535.post-2478423646082716932</id><published>2011-03-13T03:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-03-13T03:36:14.776-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Close to the bone</title><content type='html'>Playing it very close to the bone yesterday. I fell asleep then woke up a few hours late for some reason. Can't sleep now so..... here I am. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I told myself that on this trip I was going to ask myself a ton of questions. I think I was sure I couldn't avoid it. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;In the words of T.C. McQueen:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"Ask, and answer; who am I? and what is the point?"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;object width="480" height="385"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/J0aufC4BT_Y&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/J0aufC4BT_Y&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="480" height="385"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;As I was finishing my ride. The squirrels  that talk to me, and run around in my head. Well... dehydrated and warn out.... it said "you may just have to face the fact you are unlovable".&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;easy....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Out of this, I realized that through this "Relationship" Suddenly.... Through this horror show i've been a part of for the past Year now. Well, suddenly here I am..... Feeling worthless. I let her ... have me feel worthless, and unloved And that is over....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm not in a relationship to feel bad... One would hope that they build you up. There is a whole world of people out there, ready to make you feel bad.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I think... and I could be completely out of left field, I suspect the thing is to have people close to you make you feel good. Some call me crazy..... all this obvious stuff like wanting people around me who make me feel good, and realizing that people who want to be around you actually like you.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Time to face the fact that she is a hurtful person... and it is time to cut her loose.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm a little surprised this is what the universe at this point decided to point out to my stupid ass.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I also may be back in that thing where I won't date or meet any new people who know about the blog.... I don't know... More thoughts.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It's honestly too much for one weekend.....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38405535-2478423646082716932?l=themopinator.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://themopinator.blogspot.com/feeds/2478423646082716932/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38405535&amp;postID=2478423646082716932&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38405535/posts/default/2478423646082716932'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38405535/posts/default/2478423646082716932'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://themopinator.blogspot.com/2011/03/close-to-bone.html' title='Close to the bone'/><author><name>The Mop</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04315843951961769637</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://www.burburinho.com/img/nn020706.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38405535.post-7104327321005903518</id><published>2011-03-12T19:56:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2011-03-12T20:03:13.106-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Ok....</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-xlPfah0t0Eg/TXxAqsF8D3I/AAAAAAAAAgg/X-nBNy6ZXB4/s1600/IMG_0107.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-xlPfah0t0Eg/TXxAqsF8D3I/AAAAAAAAAgg/X-nBNy6ZXB4/s400/IMG_0107.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5583408740167323506" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This is the Lizard fingers pizza kitchen or some such horseshit... stone fired pizza or some god awful thing. Be warned, I was not in a good mood when I got there. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;First I asked, Of all the pizza's on the menu... which is the best...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;he replied, "they are all good" *strike one* this translated is... Just buy one asshole, stop asking questions.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Second try, "which would you order?"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;he said, "well I like the pepperoni with sausage"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;me, "But that isn't on the menue... why am I making my own pizza? I can do that at home"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;him, "the special thing is the crust."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;me, "ok..... I get it"*this is me giving up* I should have walked out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-PD9dtRSioz4/TXxAqUSPugI/AAAAAAAAAgY/pDNYmzGpJdg/s1600/IMG_0110.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-PD9dtRSioz4/TXxAqUSPugI/AAAAAAAAAgY/pDNYmzGpJdg/s400/IMG_0110.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5583408733776493058" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;It was ok, even good. but I felt like they were going for "fudruckers" or maybe it was "pizza factory"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Off to drink a few more beers before I think abut my birthday any more.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38405535-7104327321005903518?l=themopinator.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://themopinator.blogspot.com/feeds/7104327321005903518/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38405535&amp;postID=7104327321005903518&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38405535/posts/default/7104327321005903518'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38405535/posts/default/7104327321005903518'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://themopinator.blogspot.com/2011/03/ok.html' title='Ok....'/><author><name>The Mop</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04315843951961769637</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://www.burburinho.com/img/nn020706.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-xlPfah0t0Eg/TXxAqsF8D3I/AAAAAAAAAgg/X-nBNy6ZXB4/s72-c/IMG_0107.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38405535.post-1052201808400381394</id><published>2011-03-12T19:46:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2011-03-12T19:56:13.124-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Woman...</title><content type='html'>Lots of woman trouble in my life.... I guess it's a good thing. I'm not sure if she still reads. One woman, said "how can you let go so easily. You can just up and move on"...&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;A friend of mine was sort of jerked around by this woman, a few months ago. She did something Indirect... something passively cruel... something inappropriate.... I said to him, "sure you thought she was nice, but now she showed you her true colors. You don't like to be treated like that. You also don't treat people like that. You don't want anyone who treats you or even other people like that. She made her choice. Now make her live with it. "&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm sure over time i'll come up with some stupid idiom that will cover this. The jist of it is... if you want me around.... I'd suggest you treat me like you want me around.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;There was a moment, in the past few days, where as part of the conflict between me and the ex. She suggested that I was mean when I got upset when she wouldn't show up. I told her... when you didn't show up..... I tended to think that you didn't want to be with me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Showing up = wanting to be with someone. If "no show up" = Not wanting to be with someone. This isn't rocket science..... we make time for the things that are important to us.... why? because they are important.....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;anything else is convoluted mental horseshit... as far as i'm concerned... play those games in your own head. I have a life to lead.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38405535-1052201808400381394?l=themopinator.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://themopinator.blogspot.com/feeds/1052201808400381394/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38405535&amp;postID=1052201808400381394&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38405535/posts/default/1052201808400381394'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38405535/posts/default/1052201808400381394'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://themopinator.blogspot.com/2011/03/woman.html' title='Woman...'/><author><name>The Mop</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04315843951961769637</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://www.burburinho.com/img/nn020706.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38405535.post-7981755595536926607</id><published>2011-03-12T19:13:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-03-13T00:51:48.936-08:00</updated><title type='text'>This was my first climb</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-gBITzaOGKqE/TXw26dOv14I/AAAAAAAAAgA/sRpUDru1P-o/s1600/IMG_0073.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-gBITzaOGKqE/TXw26dOv14I/AAAAAAAAAgA/sRpUDru1P-o/s400/IMG_0073.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5583398015939368834" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This goes out of LaVerkin and goes to the freeway. It's probably no more than a thousand feet. Back when I started biking, I rode a mountain bike for a while, and did 60 miles on it in one day coming to the end of the season. I decided it was time for a road bike. I pulled off 30-40 miles on the road bike. Once I adjusted to the new physical aspects for a few weeks. I signed up for a century. I went to school down here in the 90's, Foolishly I said to myself "St. George is flat, it will be fine" Well.... St. George is Rollers.... I blew up by mile 10... I had a nice time with the "spin class woman" at the back of the century... which honestly is the best place to be in a century.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This climb, which I suffered on that year... and I remember bonking and just being blown the whole ride up... it felt like it went on forever. BTW I did it in my 39 this time. I remember breaking a sweat. Strange though, i'm maybe 15 lbs lighter... but much fitter.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; after you hit the freeway you go to a reservoir. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-3SlhGvqTsXw/TXw6xupo5tI/AAAAAAAAAgI/5pEjCkzKCD8/s1600/IMG_0091.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-3SlhGvqTsXw/TXw6xupo5tI/AAAAAAAAAgI/5pEjCkzKCD8/s400/IMG_0091.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5583402264043251410" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I don't even but barely remember the reservoir... I remember it being there... but... I must have been blind with pain. At this point on my ride it was 30 miles... 2 water bottles... that was it. I had a scone and a triple latte for breakfast. I managed some refill on my bottles.... I remember that century, I remember hording water like ... well like I wouldn't ever find anymore... and showing up to refill at the stations and having near full bottles. Drinking one before refilling it. At the end there was another climb.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-jzg1QC8yBNQ/TXw6yHrKlPI/AAAAAAAAAgQ/kgfXrBJnxqA/s1600/IMG_0092.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-jzg1QC8yBNQ/TXw6yHrKlPI/AAAAAAAAAgQ/kgfXrBJnxqA/s400/IMG_0092.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5583402270760539378" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At one point today, I saw some triathletes.. I'm telling you....Why do I find them Creepy? Above is my roadrunner anti theft protection.... I needed a huge feed. Somehow I had to get back up to zion... it was not going to be easy.....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38405535-7981755595536926607?l=themopinator.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://themopinator.blogspot.com/feeds/7981755595536926607/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38405535&amp;postID=7981755595536926607&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38405535/posts/default/7981755595536926607'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38405535/posts/default/7981755595536926607'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://themopinator.blogspot.com/2011/03/this-was-my-first-climb.html' title='This was my first climb'/><author><name>The Mop</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04315843951961769637</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://www.burburinho.com/img/nn020706.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-gBITzaOGKqE/TXw26dOv14I/AAAAAAAAAgA/sRpUDru1P-o/s72-c/IMG_0073.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38405535.post-2810097055037851477</id><published>2011-03-12T18:48:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-03-12T19:04:17.857-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Tired....</title><content type='html'>Seriously, it was one of those days on the bike when .... seriously.... that dark fatigued side of me said... "Just give it up.... You can't be loved".... "stop waisting your time"&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;ya... really tired.....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Maybe I'll blog more later...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38405535-2810097055037851477?l=themopinator.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://themopinator.blogspot.com/feeds/2810097055037851477/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38405535&amp;postID=2810097055037851477&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38405535/posts/default/2810097055037851477'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38405535/posts/default/2810097055037851477'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://themopinator.blogspot.com/2011/03/tired.html' title='Tired....'/><author><name>The Mop</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04315843951961769637</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://www.burburinho.com/img/nn020706.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38405535.post-6943164861309280440</id><published>2011-03-12T01:04:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-03-12T01:17:45.452-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Classic insomnia</title><content type='html'>This is the classic version. Lights and noise bothering me. A friend was talking about their trouble sleeping. Jesus ... these chairs inside the room are like chairs you find in Vegas. only less comfortable.... i'm not sure that is possible... But rustic here in the Pioneer lodge in springdale. Somebody is going to get the feeling I don't like it here. Ok... classic insomnia... I figure if I blog it will go away... or it gives me something to do. At home I can watch a movie or something. But there is no joy here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Bggtl0M1UYU/TXs3T3M1drI/AAAAAAAAAfw/dUOm_ikJL0g/s1600/IMG_0056.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Bggtl0M1UYU/TXs3T3M1drI/AAAAAAAAAfw/dUOm_ikJL0g/s400/IMG_0056.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5583116977430689458" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;hmmmm... WTF did I want to write. Honestly I haven't managed a consistent 8 hours since the age of 12. There are times when I can get 8-9 hours every night... but it requires active riding.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ozgc-cSCSUk/TXs3UFWFHpI/AAAAAAAAAf4/EzBIG83n-oQ/s1600/IMG_0055.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ozgc-cSCSUk/TXs3UFWFHpI/AAAAAAAAAf4/EzBIG83n-oQ/s400/IMG_0055.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5583116981227560594" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;oh.... the plants need dusting...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38405535-6943164861309280440?l=themopinator.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://themopinator.blogspot.com/feeds/6943164861309280440/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38405535&amp;postID=6943164861309280440&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38405535/posts/default/6943164861309280440'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38405535/posts/default/6943164861309280440'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://themopinator.blogspot.com/2011/03/classic-insomnia.html' title='Classic insomnia'/><author><name>The Mop</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04315843951961769637</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://www.burburinho.com/img/nn020706.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Bggtl0M1UYU/TXs3T3M1drI/AAAAAAAAAfw/dUOm_ikJL0g/s72-c/IMG_0056.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38405535.post-7254104325670005376</id><published>2011-03-11T22:33:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-03-12T00:10:28.983-08:00</updated><title type='text'>On the Road Again.</title><content type='html'>Last verse same as the first.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-teYK2A9occw/TXsVOIEP0oI/AAAAAAAAAfo/4RMiUv46E08/s1600/IMG_0005.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-teYK2A9occw/TXsVOIEP0oI/AAAAAAAAAfo/4RMiUv46E08/s400/IMG_0005.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5583079495483511426" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I like to think That I'm making some progress in my life. I was joking today about my life as Jack Kerouac... which may be closer to the truth than I'm comfortable with. I haven't packed for a trip in quite some time, i'm out of practice. On the road, i'm a huge fan of drafting. With gas prices where they are, seems like getting there the cheapest is where it's at. I went to Dixie for a quarter, and did this drive a few times in a VW bug. speed limits may have been as low as 55 back then. I managed one ticket for 75... in someone elses car... see the bug only did 70 when drafting. and struggled with 60.... That car caught on fire one day, but that is a different story. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It was a funny story of driving... the psychology of driving people trying to go slow enough to not get a ticket... but fast enough to get to their destination. Some people leading at some cautious speed. 10 or 15 mph over the limit. I saw over 10 police cars... years ago, i'd probably only see two or three. The guy below did 85 the whole time. he freaked out a few times when quite the little pack decided to follow him. Just some old guy with a couple crusers. I'm sure riding snow canyon or something in St George. I like to guess the destinations of cyclists as I drive... Imagine where and how they ride.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Ms3NmDRF1g4/TXsUhLYyNSI/AAAAAAAAAfI/YWAqAKZmsQg/s1600/IMG_0024.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Ms3NmDRF1g4/TXsUhLYyNSI/AAAAAAAAAfI/YWAqAKZmsQg/s400/IMG_0024.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5583078723280844066" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know us bike nerds.... not only is there a shit load of clothing, but a shitload of bike clothing... and layers and contingencies.... I suspect I need a larger second bag. I'm only here for 3 days, but i'm packed for a week, it seems.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;There is a john gierach novel... probably trout bum, he has a mantra; rod reel boots wader flies camera. It's all you need. ok, i'll face it it's like that only has a better ring to it. This went through my head as I packed. 4 types of skin lotion, Power aid, protein powder, half a gallon of apple juice,toothbrush, toothpaist, hair conditioner, hair jell, hair spray, bike... 5 boxes of bike kit, bike stand. 5 jersies 3 short sleeve 2 long sleeve, 3 heavy jerseys, 2 bike jackets... I packed them hoping that if I packed them, I wouldn't need them. Then let us talk about 5 pair pants 3 t-shirts 3 nice shirts... 5 heavy shirts... oh... and then the electronics 2 cameras 1 mp3... mp3 Radio converter. extra sets of batteries... and cables for all. I'm exhausted just thinking about it again.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;None of this would even rate as far as a fear and loathing trip.... HST would be ashamed.... With the exception of the insanity of it all. (3 references to authors this blog post)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-HiHjkvmkwwU/TXsUhsYYngI/AAAAAAAAAfQ/NfoOG0BJnus/s1600/IMG_0039.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-HiHjkvmkwwU/TXsUhsYYngI/AAAAAAAAAfQ/NfoOG0BJnus/s400/IMG_0039.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5583078732137537026" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Well this is in the virgin river valley.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-PJJTmmRmrqU/TXsUiLGiK7I/AAAAAAAAAfg/kwp3tepe0-w/s1600/IMG_0041.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-PJJTmmRmrqU/TXsUiLGiK7I/AAAAAAAAAfg/kwp3tepe0-w/s400/IMG_0041.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5583078740384164786" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Very exciting this trip.... I'm staying at a new place. Springdale off season is October-November Till March-April. depending on who you ask. I've been here and November and February are Fucking dead. The first time I went to southern Utah I did a century... my first. I stayed in St George. But the ride went near zion, and I drove up into springdale. Decided This was where I wanted to stay, if I had a choice. The next time I came here, I stayed in hurricain, $40 bucks a night travel-lodge, maybe $37. On that trip I scouted springdale out, fairly heavily. Took notes on the hotels... checked on pricing. Many of them are not listed with the discount travel sites. Expedia... etc. The next time I stayed at the best western... BTW.. the best place i've stayed. I think it was $46 off season. I stayed over presidents day, and did another century. Then I started staying at the BumbleBerry... I think it was $50, but the best western was hit or miss on "Off season" I never found a fair price after that one trip. For the most part hotels will hit you for $100 or try to. Most the hotels are not up to that kind of quality. it's mostly about convenience. Cept ... if I was a family, i'd just stay in st George and drive... I stay here because it's right on a great bike path.. the virgin river valley. There are still a few hotels I want to try... but they are kind of spendy... I think if I stay at them... I'm hoping I'm getting some regular sex as well. I'm just saying, spending $100+ I think some "intimacy" is in order... and i'm a fan of "self love"... but.... You know... my bed at home is kind of nice, for that kind of stuff. Oh... so... I did priceline... I said WTF.. I know the going rate. $65 was what I bid... I'd rather pay $60.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ZbgjTP-D73E/TXsUhytHQII/AAAAAAAAAfY/Uw6hmc9f7Oc/s1600/IMG_0044.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ZbgjTP-D73E/TXsUhytHQII/AAAAAAAAAfY/Uw6hmc9f7Oc/s400/IMG_0044.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5583078733835092098" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Many years ago... I think it was on my 30'th birthday. A friend of mine said "if it is your birthday, you need to make it special. Don't wait for anyone else to do it for you". This was a very smart woman. This life lesson still pays off. If you want things to be good, or nice.... You are just going to have to make sure you do it for yourself. Well... FYI... My birthday is the 13th. I'm saying it ahead of time. But... Sure... Here I am... Alone... Chances of Getting laid are next to nothing (I probably could have pulled that off in salt lake, if I had so chosen)... But i'm where I want to be... and I want to really kick my own ass for a few days. Big ride tomorrow... see If I can pull nearly a century. Then work in some climbing on sunday. Kick my ass hard... I probably deserve it..... I'll cry.... I'll weep.... I'll Eat. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But this is what I can offer myself.... It's all I can do... But to be honest... it's pretty damn good. It would only be better with company... but if you can't stand your own company... how can you expect anyone else to. I know I didn't give any notice... but y'all are invited.... LOL.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Back to the start of this missive... of course the fact that this blog started with me alone in southern Utah... and that here I am again..... Alone in southern utah... Well... that reality is not lost on me. I may have made some progress... and even some progress getting to know some of my readers.... But that after 4 or 5 years of the blog... that all and all... things are kind of the same... with some upgrades. I think that first southern utah blog post was made from the Travel lodge in Hurricain.(however the fuck you spell that crazy Utah town)...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Last verse, same as the first.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;P.S.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'd expect some more blogging...... throughout the weekend... The bit and spur has a cream brule and some kind of tart and some kind of apple pie... that could be my birthday... I may have all three...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38405535-7254104325670005376?l=themopinator.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://themopinator.blogspot.com/feeds/7254104325670005376/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38405535&amp;postID=7254104325670005376&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38405535/posts/default/7254104325670005376'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38405535/posts/default/7254104325670005376'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://themopinator.blogspot.com/2011/03/on-road-again.html' title='On the Road Again.'/><author><name>The Mop</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04315843951961769637</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://www.burburinho.com/img/nn020706.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-teYK2A9occw/TXsVOIEP0oI/AAAAAAAAAfo/4RMiUv46E08/s72-c/IMG_0005.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38405535.post-823687248253946755</id><published>2011-03-08T00:29:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2011-03-08T01:46:13.908-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Slaves to Nature</title><content type='html'>I'm trying not to name names. Friend one said that everyone is interested in Mating right now. This after my comment that two other 'friends' were seemed like they were getting back together. (friends in quotation marks denotes facebook friends.... hypothetical friends.). These are the days of our lives.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I was looking outside, seeing all the new snow. I also looked outside this morning when it was wet, I was glad that I had made my 3 rows of peas, and assorted greens. Smug in my constant reminders to everyone that they needed to get on top of the garden in the past few weeks because there is usually only that window then we suffer another month of snow and rain. I was reminded of a point last year when I needed to do some canning and was told that it didn't fit into someone else's schedule. I reminded them that we are slaves to nature, that the garden dictates what we do. We do not dictate to the garden, our will. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;There is obviously a foolish contingent of people who seem to think we can bend nature and subdue it with our will. Not to sound like a Hobbit, or a hippy, but it is best to work with nature in a Tao like bending of the willow against the wind.   &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;As our hormones and our gardens show us in vivid detail, we are all slaves to nature.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38405535-823687248253946755?l=themopinator.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://themopinator.blogspot.com/feeds/823687248253946755/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38405535&amp;postID=823687248253946755&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38405535/posts/default/823687248253946755'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38405535/posts/default/823687248253946755'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://themopinator.blogspot.com/2011/03/slaves-to-nature.html' title='Slaves to Nature'/><author><name>The Mop</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04315843951961769637</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://www.burburinho.com/img/nn020706.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38405535.post-761976240377705283</id><published>2011-03-01T21:25:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-03-01T22:37:16.846-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Wheel!!!!</title><content type='html'>Many years ago I talked about an episode of farscape:&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;John Crichton: My grandmother used to say that life is a great wheel. Sometimes it grinds you down to the mud, and other times it lifts you up into the light.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ka D'Argo: Are we strapped to this wheel? &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;John Crichton: That's a given. The point is, is that most times you get a second chance. You just gotta wait for the wheel.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It's at 50 seconds into this video.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;iframe title="YouTube video player" width="480" height="390" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/WjFI1mXSelc" frameborder="0" allowfullscreen=""&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This has been my theme for the past few days/Month.  My Yogi Cousin showed me a picture of Samsara. "Continuous flow", the Wheel. The cycle of life. It reminded me.... then the quote was stuck in my head.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;There was a time where I thought it was almost a parable for being Bi-polar, Or for the emotional cycles we suffer or Indulge ourselves in with our training blocks, maybe natural bio-rhythms..... and maybe it kind of is.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I have been watching some "Deadwood" there was a quote. "Change calls the tune we all dance to".&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;For the past few days, my email has been filled with the usual breakup bile. Please don't feel bad for me. I could block her. I could do many things. I just.... it didn't feel right. I know how this works.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Also... for all .... intents and purposes I asked for it. I told her to send me her hate mail. I knew it was coming. I poked at it, like a tiger in a cage with a stick. I also knew she didn't have anyone to talk to about it. Now it has been a few days of messages. I of course am not engaging, I'm just taking it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; It has been days of what an asshole I am. I of course don't understand, if i'm an asshole... why I'm getting e-mail from her. I mean, what is there to gain. I guess some things are not for me to understand.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;As an Aside, I did want to mention how great all "The Mop"s super friends have been. One of those times, on almost all fronts that many of you have kept me centered. I've been very thankful and Happy about all of you. It's a far cry from how isolated and withdrawn I was a year ago, when I decided to start "Asking for help" and reaching out to other people besides my usual friends. I've also done a great job of being vulnerable to some of you, and you have responded in kind. I just appreciate my "SuperFriends" One and all. Even those that didn't know and still don't know what they have meant to me over the past few days. Including: "Not my Coach", "not my Tactile Girlfriend", "Cracked Pelvis/Elvis", "J-Radness", "The Jackass who made fun of my Triple", "Woman who Threatened me, if I break someone's heart", "Dupree D.B.A. Medical Woman"... and a long list of troublemakers, Heartbreakers, and long gone Hard-chargers. I'm honored to have you all as my friends, and it's been a long time since I've said thank you to you all.&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;To get back to my point, Finally tonight "She" started to mello out... Finally got much of it out of her system. Like I've said before, "The process of self help, is within us all" We just have to stop repressing things. Just have to start being vulnerable to the right people. Expressing our pain, instead of feeling like we are Whining or a Cry-baby. To be honest, those are the terms the "Other People" the abusive people use in our lives to, force us to live horribly with the pain that they have their entire lives. Misery loves company. Those miserable Fuckheads.... what you to suffer too.... When honestly "the process of self help is within us all". And "she" feels better. I think I feel better. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And the Wheel has Turned.......... Like John says "Wait for the Wheel". Many of us Fear change, I think that is a mistake, we should fear being mired down in the same Muck and Grime. We should fear stagnation. We should enjoy the change. Take pleasure in the change, pleasure in the wheel.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Wait for the wheel...... Change is the music we all dance to. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38405535-761976240377705283?l=themopinator.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://themopinator.blogspot.com/feeds/761976240377705283/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38405535&amp;postID=761976240377705283&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38405535/posts/default/761976240377705283'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38405535/posts/default/761976240377705283'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://themopinator.blogspot.com/2011/03/wheel.html' title='The Wheel!!!!'/><author><name>The Mop</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04315843951961769637</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://www.burburinho.com/img/nn020706.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/WjFI1mXSelc/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38405535.post-465599088347001651</id><published>2011-02-28T22:13:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-02-28T22:23:24.556-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Calling all cars....</title><content type='html'>I kept saying that this is the time most of us hit rock bottom. Most of us hit that point where we finally start turning things around seasonally. I mentioned it a few weeks ago...  "Rock bottom" where the Alcoholic finally realizes he has a problem.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Greg hit it... I hit it... Turbo hit it... some other people are close.... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;but it is time for the worm to turn. Let some of us start letting things turn toward the upside.... Start getting those projects cranked out... get on top of this weeks/year/month 's planning. Start cranking it all out.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and.... Ok, things have been so upside down for the past few weeks.... I shit you not... email me... Message me... tell me what an asshole I am... how horrible I am to you... the whole bit. Seems like you may have to stand in line.... But ...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;.... Bring it...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38405535-465599088347001651?l=themopinator.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://themopinator.blogspot.com/feeds/465599088347001651/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38405535&amp;postID=465599088347001651&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38405535/posts/default/465599088347001651'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38405535/posts/default/465599088347001651'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://themopinator.blogspot.com/2011/02/calling-all-cars.html' title='Calling all cars....'/><author><name>The Mop</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04315843951961769637</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://www.burburinho.com/img/nn020706.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38405535.post-8124811865852260165</id><published>2011-02-27T22:47:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-02-28T00:53:09.233-08:00</updated><title type='text'>.....Haunted</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="white-space: normal; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space: pre; "&gt;I&lt;/span&gt; was very clear when I started this blog post, what I was going to name it. I pulled out the schedule today... got a solid to do list done. Nice long bike ride. But here I am, haunted. Starting to ask some questions about who what and where I'm going. I have been trying to do my best to follow my instincts. I was hung over this morning, and I still have Wing sauce oozing out of my pores. I can almost taste it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="white-space: pre;"&gt;&lt;iframe title="YouTube video player" width="480" height="390" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/J0aufC4BT_Y" frameborder="0" allowfullscreen=""&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="white-space: pre;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I was reading something today about someone who felt they had lost their voice. I thought, dang.... that is how i feel with the blog sometimes. These days I can't dig deep and share my innermost true feelings. Mostly because, if I do I start getting phone calls. Which is nice... but I'm more psyched about this blog as a way for me to journal or share, and not as a Plea for help.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;After beer and wings yesterday. There is a girl at wings 25 and somehow last time i had wings I went to breakfast the next day. Sure enough she worked at the restaurant where I had breakfast too. Instead of thinking of it as a coincidence, and I didn't recognize her, she thought she had told me about it. Then she was flirting with me, and I just.... You know she is just doing it to get a tip. I was later reminded of all the foolish old men who firt with 25 year olds and the 25 year olds take them for a "Ride" effectively trying to get them to buy them stuff. When I was at the bar this 45 year old guy was caught up in this. My response was, why would someone do this. Who would want a woman like that. Why is that what ... relationships are about... or at least to some.. It's tremendously fucked up.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This is probably the most fucked up idea I've ever had, but I just have this unrealistic vision of a relationship where ... we are both happy functional and productive. Where we love each other and move through the trials and tribulations in life. And how boring... Ya... let us have the drama outside the relationship. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Last year when I started saying "Leap into uncertainty" ... As I was typing this I got a crazy email, it was from one of my bosses. Somebody said, "Mop, you just engage crazy" of course the thing is I now know how to deal with it. I was working with this guy last week, his wife had a terminal illness. Somehow her morphine was cut off and she died of withdrawal. He was very messed up. I imagined that he may have had to make the choice to "Help her along" and that was what had finally driven him nuts. Somehow it is left up to me to deal with the difficult clients. But at this moment "Leap into uncertainty" seems to mean that there is randomness at ever turn, and a constant drag of some crazy bullshit, and I'm on a constant quest to reduce it, get closer to that which is not ... unstable. Also to do my best to not be creating instability. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;well.... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ask and answer; "who am I? and what is the point"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Don't much feel like I'm making sense, for some reason. I also refuse to go back and re-read. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38405535-8124811865852260165?l=themopinator.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://themopinator.blogspot.com/feeds/8124811865852260165/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38405535&amp;postID=8124811865852260165&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38405535/posts/default/8124811865852260165'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38405535/posts/default/8124811865852260165'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://themopinator.blogspot.com/2011/02/haunted.html' title='.....Haunted'/><author><name>The Mop</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04315843951961769637</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://www.burburinho.com/img/nn020706.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/J0aufC4BT_Y/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38405535.post-1049079126930298138</id><published>2011-02-27T15:28:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-02-27T15:41:32.043-08:00</updated><title type='text'>A life in disorder....</title><content type='html'>Here I sit.... It feels like we are all in that period of time where we hit a seasonal rock bottom. Suddenly we have to realize that it's time to start the Magic. Time to get on top of everything we need to do for the new year.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I was hung-over this morning, in all kinds of emotional distress. Mostly streaming from having some crazy drunk chick mouthing off to me. When you realize that it's just her emotional dysfunction testing me for potential Mating. Seeing if I was a willing Missing piece to her ... Whatever.  BTW FYI... she is going to stop smoking Weed Tomorrow. She has to for her Job.... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Not to say I'm pro or Anti Weed smoking, but I am ... sort of over that period of my life, it ended over a decade ago. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I also just did some pictures of myself.... and I felt humiliated.... Jesus... is this what I've become... Time to take my life in my hands I guess....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;A life in disorder....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Somebody has me convinced into doing HOTN this year. Ok... maybe I'm convinced myself... Better update that license....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I type  all of this, as I get the laundry piled..... and am going through my office looking for garbage....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Something.... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I guess it will be off to the store to get some Veggies and other stuffola...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Then there will be some planning for .... I mean shit If I'm going to race... I guess I better get a training plan together..... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38405535-1049079126930298138?l=themopinator.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://themopinator.blogspot.com/feeds/1049079126930298138/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38405535&amp;postID=1049079126930298138&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38405535/posts/default/1049079126930298138'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38405535/posts/default/1049079126930298138'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://themopinator.blogspot.com/2011/02/life-in-disorder.html' title='A life in disorder....'/><author><name>The Mop</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04315843951961769637</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://www.burburinho.com/img/nn020706.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38405535.post-3960713160874689714</id><published>2011-02-27T00:15:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-02-27T04:29:39.753-08:00</updated><title type='text'>drunkfu blogging</title><content type='html'>Trying to remember what i wanted to blog....&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I had some ideas.... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;had to do with unrembursed employee expenses.... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Maybe it has to do with how badly I feel about how things train wrecked with the Ex.....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;could have been something to do with how the universe rotates... and it's many cogs and wheels.... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Maybe it had to do with me calling out god....... I was contemplating how as far as "God" was concerned,I had rolled snake eyes... it's one of those chicken and egg things... is it that I rolled snake eyes, that I don't believe... or is it that I don't believe, that I rolled snake eyes....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;well, I'm ready to roll the dice, we will see what happens at the pearly gates with saint peter.(Of course, this isn't to say I'm ready to find out)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;.... There were some thoughts.... but I'm over it right now.... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I swear there were better thoughts about ..... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;but ...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Honestly... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;what I could use is a great bike ride tomorrow.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38405535-3960713160874689714?l=themopinator.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://themopinator.blogspot.com/feeds/3960713160874689714/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38405535&amp;postID=3960713160874689714&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38405535/posts/default/3960713160874689714'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38405535/posts/default/3960713160874689714'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://themopinator.blogspot.com/2011/02/drunkfu-blogging.html' title='drunkfu blogging'/><author><name>The Mop</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04315843951961769637</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://www.burburinho.com/img/nn020706.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38405535.post-197094433265430798</id><published>2011-02-26T01:17:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-02-26T01:31:07.414-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Adventure</title><content type='html'>Still awake.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I found the quote I was talking about last blog post. The one that started with "Nothing now, But everything later"... of course this sounds like procrastination. My intent was to say that I would rest now, and start cranking on projects later.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I then remembered that quote from Doctor Who.....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ok... I was watching this episode and remembered it. "The Doctor and his Tardis, next stop Everywhere."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;That is all......&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38405535-197094433265430798?l=themopinator.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://themopinator.blogspot.com/feeds/197094433265430798/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38405535&amp;postID=197094433265430798&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38405535/posts/default/197094433265430798'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38405535/posts/default/197094433265430798'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://themopinator.blogspot.com/2011/02/adventure.html' title='Adventure'/><author><name>The Mop</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04315843951961769637</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://www.burburinho.com/img/nn020706.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38405535.post-8545826600929704119</id><published>2011-02-24T03:17:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-02-24T03:59:20.612-08:00</updated><title type='text'>2.0... Nothing now.... Everything later</title><content type='html'>I fell asleep.... even in my dreams i'm trying to do everything. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;You know how there is that phrase "Even the Devil gets his Due".... Well in my dream, ok... it was a nightmare... or enough of one to wake me up. Well, I was the guy who was brought in to bring the devil his due.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Well, back to sleep.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38405535-8545826600929704119?l=themopinator.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://themopinator.blogspot.com/feeds/8545826600929704119/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38405535&amp;postID=8545826600929704119&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38405535/posts/default/8545826600929704119'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38405535/posts/default/8545826600929704119'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://themopinator.blogspot.com/2011/02/20-nothing-now-everything-later.html' title='2.0... Nothing now.... Everything later'/><author><name>The Mop</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04315843951961769637</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://www.burburinho.com/img/nn020706.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38405535.post-2556599370024269222</id><published>2011-02-23T23:24:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-02-24T01:22:08.691-08:00</updated><title type='text'>First...Then.....</title><content type='html'>I had the day off, today. Like all days off my intent was to do a bunch of things. You know, all those things I'm too busy to do during the week. Well, I started by sleeping in. Then managed to while away the rest of the morning.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;You know... sometimes I'm sitting here trying to remember what I was going to write. Being the fool that I am, I just keep going.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It feels like that time of year, feels like it's time for Dr Who.... I was reminded of a quote. Which I can't remember right now LOL... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;A friend of mine... My cleaning Mentor said to me as I commented on how things in my office were messy... and I was doing a bad job of getting them sorted out. They said to me," Eh.... you have had a huge year, you are thrown a little sideways, it's ok don't sweat it." Which coming from that Type A personality... Well.. It was Fucking crazy...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I feel like this was the time last year where I started telling myself to "Leap into uncertainty"... I feel that same sort of manic right now. Of course I remember some horror show going on with another woman, at this time...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;As I laid in bed... Contemplating the universe. I said, "I feel very rested right now, I want to do nothing and everything." This seemed like a bit of a problem... I resolved it by saying, "I'm going to lay here and enjoy doing nothing, and then do Everything, but later." I thought it sounded like and excellent plan.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;For some reason, I feel like doing everything. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I hope it goes well....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;ya ya ya.... this post sucked.....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I did get my second row of peas in...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Also... after lackluster winter training.... I'm hoping I can get some kind of program going. I pulled 4 days in a row last week, and I'm at 1 for this week....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38405535-2556599370024269222?l=themopinator.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://themopinator.blogspot.com/feeds/2556599370024269222/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38405535&amp;postID=2556599370024269222&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38405535/posts/default/2556599370024269222'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38405535/posts/default/2556599370024269222'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://themopinator.blogspot.com/2011/02/firstthen.html' title='First...Then.....'/><author><name>The Mop</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04315843951961769637</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://www.burburinho.com/img/nn020706.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38405535.post-8895771957328541750</id><published>2011-02-18T23:58:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-02-19T05:27:44.896-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Lost...</title><content type='html'>When last we checked in on our superhero... he was Perplexed.... by something nebulous... of course... why be perplexed by something familiar that we have seen and know very well.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Found myself sitting at the bar... as one who is lost and searching for something, usually finds himself.... or not so much finds, but this is the place where the lost tend to end up.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"Buy me a drink Sailor?"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"Well I don't know, do you want the 1940's  or the 1960's Vietnam going off to war fantasy?"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"I don't know, You pick."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"Well I always had a bit of a thing for that show China Beach. How if you pretend you are a nurse and I'll start talking about how I'm just in from the jungle."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"Ok, but i'm not a redhead!"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;If only the conversations at the bar were this interesting. Usually it just involves some barfly talking about how they have to talk truth to power.... AKA telling their Girlfriend that she is being a Whore.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Well there I found myself(or there I ended up), on a friday night... trying to decompress. Trying to sort out what ever it is that has me... Well something has me on the.... "On the dangle". I'm still trying to sort it out, but I think I remember this from before... the answers are not at the bottom of a bottle of beer. Yes one or 2 is nice, helps decompress... but beyond that....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I think you just end up talking to your friends and calling them a Whore. And for the most part... it's all just wishful thinking that something good will become of "Being at the bar", if not wishful thinking it's probably just brainwashing by the Beer and liqueur companies. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; This "Bar" dog... doesn't hunt. Most of us find ourselves at one point our another, lost at the bar. Seduced by the thought that what ever it is we are looking for or trying to figure out, may be there. The Empty Promise of the bar.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38405535-8895771957328541750?l=themopinator.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://themopinator.blogspot.com/feeds/8895771957328541750/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38405535&amp;postID=8895771957328541750&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38405535/posts/default/8895771957328541750'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38405535/posts/default/8895771957328541750'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://themopinator.blogspot.com/2011/02/lost.html' title='Lost...'/><author><name>The Mop</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04315843951961769637</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://www.burburinho.com/img/nn020706.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38405535.post-4315270523905852694</id><published>2011-02-18T00:27:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-02-18T00:38:45.835-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hitch your wagon to a star</title><content type='html'>I was  somehow reflecting on this phrase. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I was laying in bed thinking about how ... My life is still. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I loaded up the wagon, did my best to rig it up to the greatest star. Only it went no where... somehow.. the wheels were wrong... the color was not right... the harness was not soft enough... The star I picked... well it wasn't the right one... I needed the one to the left 4 inches... nope.. to the right 5 inches..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ok... that was the right one.. but still The right clothing had to be packed... the blue pants.. not the red... Wait... now we need the other underware... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I kept saying... if we just start going, we will work the rest out.... Things can be delt with... if we just start moving....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;nope.... can't leave yet....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;at one point it all just gets annoying, and it's time to move on... time to ... just accept what you have in the wagon is good enough... and you have to leave...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The train is leaving the station.... either you are going to be on it ... or not....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;so... some of my thoughts on where the universe is taking me... well... it just seems like, I'm not sure anymore... but I guess I'm moving forward... and there was going to be no more waiting... even if I had to move forward alone.... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;sure that means the destination is different... or that there are some other paths..... But at least the Wagon is moving ....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;That is something..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38405535-4315270523905852694?l=themopinator.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://themopinator.blogspot.com/feeds/4315270523905852694/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38405535&amp;postID=4315270523905852694&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38405535/posts/default/4315270523905852694'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38405535/posts/default/4315270523905852694'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://themopinator.blogspot.com/2011/02/hitch-your-wagon-to-star.html' title='Hitch your wagon to a star'/><author><name>The Mop</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04315843951961769637</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://www.burburinho.com/img/nn020706.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38405535.post-598727608308656556</id><published>2011-02-16T20:42:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2011-02-16T21:00:18.731-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The universe</title><content type='html'>I finally had some time for myself today... stocked up on winter foods... Yogurt... soup... rice cakes. Needed some toiletries ...FYI... &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Its always interesting what cycles through my brain when I get some time.... I was hoping for some zen time....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The wind prevented a long bike ride, and i didn't make all my errands... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I found myself haunted... still find myself haunted... Thoughts of the ex... thoughts of where my life is headed.... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Contemplating where the universe has me headed... I'm usually very good about not thinking about, or stressed about where I'm going... Usually I just know it is forward. The job I'm working is even more a disaster than I expected. Impressive the layers of stupidity... and silly-ness. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I still think this is the wind that starts driving people mad.... a wind that drives a dagger into our foreheads Till we can't think...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I don't know.... I digress&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I don't mean to spit in the face of the universe right now.... It just has me off center. I think, never in my life have things been so unclear as to the potential of my future. There are also some amazing things developing... Almost unsettling how Amazing....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Months ago.. I thought I should go back to school and study psychology... weeks ago... I was wondering if I should become a financial planner... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Honestly...as always... I just want to be in love...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;either that or I just need/want a good nights sleep...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Uncertainty abounds...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38405535-598727608308656556?l=themopinator.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://themopinator.blogspot.com/feeds/598727608308656556/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38405535&amp;postID=598727608308656556&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38405535/posts/default/598727608308656556'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38405535/posts/default/598727608308656556'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://themopinator.blogspot.com/2011/02/universe.html' title='The universe'/><author><name>The Mop</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04315843951961769637</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://www.burburinho.com/img/nn020706.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38405535.post-7342956007032574735</id><published>2011-02-15T22:55:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-02-16T09:23:09.154-08:00</updated><title type='text'>A life unfinished...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;(edited 10:15am wed)&lt;/div&gt;I swore I wasn't going to ... do the insomnia thing... somehow the train ran off the tracks... going strait to bed after work, only sort of worked.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I read Greg Steel's post ... both the previous and most recent, him not realizing he had been in a funk... or had hit rock bottom. There is that point where you feel bad.... that point beyond depression, where you finally admit it.... you say "I FEEL BAD!". Fortunately that is the point where the worm turns. Because, at that point you realize there is a problem, and start doing something about it. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The other side of that coin... Well I was supposed to have a date, a date with my Ex...Tickets purchased 2 months Prior, for a woman who I couldn't stay in an ongoing relationship for longer than a week and a half. 4 breakups after buying the tickets... well finally one of the breakups stuck... I guess it was that one that left me alone on christmas. Well, she got even with me....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I realized though... I have started doing things to accommodate another person in my life, things that are needed when someone else is here. Of course I made them for the ex... now it is a little depressing to see them. Instead of thinking they were for her, I just need to remember they are for me, for me to move into the new chapter in my life.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I remarked to yet another friend that "the date", that event which she wasn't there for felt like the end of that chapter. My happy chapter that started last year with "Leap into Uncertainty"... and certainly got "UN"... if you get what I mean. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;To be honest, I'm quite "plussed". I have some very nice friendships going.... and Brewing. I'd mention my valentine ... but it's... well I just mentioned it. Things are crazy... and things are good...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ahhh... A life unfinished, it's interesting how many of us are somehow in some stage or process of finishing one life, or trying to start a new one... or just getting new things going. Like new generations of new experiences. Seems like last spring I was ready to "Start some kind of life" and share my life... I worked on it... and Seems like it was a false start... but... Onward... and maybe some of the new ... who knows what will blossom within my life and maybe it is all a start of My real life... My... Life like other people have, to find that thing that..... keeps me out of bed... Keeps me from shaking my fist at the cars as they drive past...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Here is to the strangeness of it all... the Uncertainty... who knows what will happen in the next year... who knows who will be falling apart... or building things back up... who will be struck by some kind of cosmic lightning..... But I guess that is the deal... It's the uncertainty... and we can be sure that we can be certain... that in the next year... it will be Uncertain....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;No Pictures...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38405535-7342956007032574735?l=themopinator.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://themopinator.blogspot.com/feeds/7342956007032574735/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38405535&amp;postID=7342956007032574735&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38405535/posts/default/7342956007032574735'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38405535/posts/default/7342956007032574735'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://themopinator.blogspot.com/2011/02/life-unfinished.html' title='A life unfinished...'/><author><name>The Mop</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04315843951961769637</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://www.burburinho.com/img/nn020706.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38405535.post-6310180860790042893</id><published>2011-02-10T01:25:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-02-10T01:34:18.502-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Inner Truth</title><content type='html'>... I have been very emotionally drained, it takes hours to decompress and the horrors going on in my head are impressive. I spent hours today... calming a few people down... Why is that my job? &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Today one of the people in complete melt down, after I got them calmed down. I was talking about something... Looked them deep into the eyes...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Somehow they just melted... started to break down and cry...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I was like... Damn!!! I don't have time for this.... I kicked into some denial. Pretended it didn't happen. Ya.... sorry honey, I'm not sure I have time for whatever Inner truth you have locked inside to start oozing out of your head..... Sorry....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;What the hell goes down with some people..... that somehow just looking you deep in they eyes... turns into a complete melt down...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I mean... sure I have time for it.... if you are a friend... but I just can't have complete strangers melting into a puddle of tears....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38405535-6310180860790042893?l=themopinator.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://themopinator.blogspot.com/feeds/6310180860790042893/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38405535&amp;postID=6310180860790042893&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38405535/posts/default/6310180860790042893'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38405535/posts/default/6310180860790042893'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://themopinator.blogspot.com/2011/02/inner-truth.html' title='Inner Truth'/><author><name>The Mop</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04315843951961769637</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://www.burburinho.com/img/nn020706.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38405535.post-1497539016440292636</id><published>2011-02-07T21:40:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-02-08T05:21:48.493-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Thoughts on Uncertainty....</title><content type='html'>... I'm a very lucky guy tonight... No, I didn't get lucky. I was fortunate enough to see Wynton marsallis at Kingsbury Hall.  It's not only fortunate that I could see some amazing music. I was also lucky enough to get to see the sound check. Please, Allow me to digress for a bit.&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 14px; "&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;When I was going to school.... I was a little frustrated by my program. I mentioned to one of my professors, one who was more worldly than many of them. One who had been outside the 4 semi-square walls of Utah. I asked.... "Is there somewhere that does this better.". I had realized that my professors for the most part were jokes. Few of them took their courses seriously, and what classes I had... through my own course of self education, and effectively Aced before I even stepped foot in the classroom. I was looking for some kind of mentor... some kind of Indicator that "There was more out in the world than what I had seen. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The response I received was one of "Does what better?" &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I said... "our program... this is silly what we do. It's like a kids game... Where does the real work get done?" &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The only answer I ever received was... "I just don't understand, what you are asking.". I was someone challenged by the Low bar set by most of the people around me... always looking for some higher understanding.... Some kind of larger truth... There was something out there, something beyond Proper Nouns, that people were talking about... but nobody quite understood.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Tonight I heard Wynton say some things to the musicians, the learning musicians. "Love what you do, and work your ass off." Also that he is, and the musicians are the luckiest people in the world. My cousin... is in the band. His mother and my mother are very close. His mother came up from where she lives to hear her son play. My mother sort of turned it all into a big deal. Figured out how to escalate it all into a frenzie. Someone mentioned to me the idea that my mother would then use it to gain a little victim status. I suggested it was something else. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;After the first set, Wynton recognized my cousin.... and then started talking about my aunt. A few weeks ago, there was a story in the New York times about the Chinese "Tiger mother", about the mother who beat their kids into submission... beat them with a ruler till they were perfect on the violin. My Aunt mentioned the opposite. She said "you have to do it because you love it... I can't do that for him". There he is blowing horn for probably the best touring Jazz band in the country. he is the Cream.... and "tiger mother" didn't get him there. As a first grade teacher, she knew better. He would follow his dream, where ever it took him.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This was where "Someone Did it better" where Wynton and his band knew what life was, Knew what Living art was, Knew some inner truths that most people don't. Knows what it takes to go night after night, keep it fresh. 15 some odd musicians having the time of their lives.... Keeping it very real. In love with music. Taking a few thousand audience members with them. Everyone sharing a love of art and music. An amazing and beautiful thing. This was "doing it all better". Not going through the motions, not just cashing a paycheck, not just trying to keep the juggling balls in the air until someone realizes you are full of crap.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;As I sat there and listened to 15 or so musicians at the top of their game, Realizing that after years of my aunt helping her kids, and not only her kids but her grandkids. Being Teacher to all of them... There was my Aunt, Wynton Marselles talking about what an amazing mother she was. Abusive probable bi-polar Husband,  raising  One of the top musicians in the country. In her late 70's sitting in Kingsbury hall, getting her 15 minutes. Having one of those moments, that you hopefully remember you were there for.... Moments of a lifetime.... Of course, kind of instigated by my mother.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Me realizing, that in the not too distant future... she will be gone... my mother will be gone. I will tell stories about this.... I am telling a story about this already.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This was one of those amazing moments in someone's life.... and I was there to share it.... I lived it with them....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I could reflect on how; I didn't have a proper date, How nobody loves me, How I may never have kids of my own, My own failures as a son....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But honestly I'm a lucky man. I was fortunate to be in that moment, and to be with everyone when it happened.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Maybe tomorrow there will be more great moments, I'll be there for those....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;.... I'm a lucky man. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38405535-1497539016440292636?l=themopinator.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://themopinator.blogspot.com/feeds/1497539016440292636/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38405535&amp;postID=1497539016440292636&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38405535/posts/default/1497539016440292636'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38405535/posts/default/1497539016440292636'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://themopinator.blogspot.com/2011/02/thoughts-on-uncertainty.html' title='Thoughts on Uncertainty....'/><author><name>The Mop</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04315843951961769637</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://www.burburinho.com/img/nn020706.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38405535.post-9100865373133923493</id><published>2011-02-04T08:57:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-02-04T09:02:13.094-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Exhausted</title><content type='html'>Fairly fitful night.... here I am, not writing anything interesting. I just woke up dehydrated and fatigued... Numerous things are wrong with how I feel right now. Maybe I'm sick... maybe I'm just worried.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Not enough time right now to keep my "Toothpaste in the tube " so to speak. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;hmmm Well, I'm just beat. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38405535-9100865373133923493?l=themopinator.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://themopinator.blogspot.com/feeds/9100865373133923493/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38405535&amp;postID=9100865373133923493&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38405535/posts/default/9100865373133923493'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38405535/posts/default/9100865373133923493'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://themopinator.blogspot.com/2011/02/exhausted.html' title='Exhausted'/><author><name>The Mop</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04315843951961769637</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://www.burburinho.com/img/nn020706.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38405535.post-4764324917089479210</id><published>2011-02-04T02:12:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-02-04T02:15:29.618-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Furrowed brow</title><content type='html'>hmmm just a little worried tonight. I came home and fell asleep... didn't have good dreams... or didn't feel good....&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;stayed up for a bit tonight... trying to decompress...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;hmmmm not sure there is anything to do.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38405535-4764324917089479210?l=themopinator.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://themopinator.blogspot.com/feeds/4764324917089479210/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38405535&amp;postID=4764324917089479210&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38405535/posts/default/4764324917089479210'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38405535/posts/default/4764324917089479210'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://themopinator.blogspot.com/2011/02/furrowed-brow.html' title='Furrowed brow'/><author><name>The Mop</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04315843951961769637</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://www.burburinho.com/img/nn020706.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38405535.post-7145315885647300639</id><published>2011-01-30T22:07:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-31T00:55:49.719-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Another day.</title><content type='html'>... The mop has a new friend. Just like all of you, she probably doesn't know what to think about me... or about this blog. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Hell I Don't know what to think about the blog or me these days. I was actually reflecting on that the other night. I was wondering if "The mop" is an Alter Ego.... Sorry, I just had to look up "Alter Ego":&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;An &lt;b&gt;alter-ego&lt;/b&gt; (Latin, "the other I") is a second self, a second personality or persona within a person, who is often oblivious to the persona's actions. It was coined in the early nineteenth century when dissociative identity disorder was first described by psychologists.[1] A person with an alter-ego is said to lead a double life.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, what I recollect was more that this tends to be a more honest self than I show the general public. My Inner self.... as opposed to anything else. It's not like I'm out Saving babies from kidnappers or something, or pretending to. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I like to see this blog like some of the infamous Groucho Marks Asides:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;it starts at 2:30&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;iframe title="YouTube video player" class="youtube-player" type="text/html" width="480" height="390" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/dNkUtBa3_RI" frameborder="0" allowfullscreen=""&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;so....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I've been working my ass off. This morning was one of those days where I had time off, I realized that I didn't know which way was up.... or which way I was going. I watched the Australian open Final. Then went back to sleep. I think I had about 5 nightmares. I felt like I was puking up 2 weeks of bad dreams. Or horrific interactions with people.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It's funny how people react to the same situation. To realize how .... Some people are so messed up they can't even answer simple questions. "how did you get here today?"... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;then they start rambling.... "Well it all started with a shower... then I put on some clothing... I wore the blue shirt, because it is a tuesday... I love blue on a tuesday."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Then you say, "No... Did you drive or walk?"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;they say.... "I had a blue shirt on... I never drive in blue!!!"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Me, "so did you walk?"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;them "No... my shoes are too nice to walk in... it would hurt my feet"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;me, "so how did you get here today? what kind of mode of transportation did you take."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and you just don't get it...  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So, today was a chance to try and get things back together, in my head. After tennis I was hoping for some bike riding and then a nice afternoon nap.... Well, the nap won and the rollers lost. I managed to get to get a little ride later in the afternoon. I honestly wanted to just lay in the dark.... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Work is something.... I continue to see tons of work... that isn't going anywhere. After 2 weeks of it, and doing a tally today. After getting a chance to breath, I realized how it's just not ... This work is just direction-less. A means to an end... some money.... but it's still nowhere....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;J-Rad reminded of my existential tenancies today, of course was I being existential which caused it... or did he remind me, which threw me into a day of introspection..... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Well... I kind of feel like crap today..... I should have ridden the bike more.....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Crap. Spinning my Wheels Chapter 42&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and ... this blog is becoming just a ramble.... but it's my ramble... what are you going to do about it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38405535-7145315885647300639?l=themopinator.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://themopinator.blogspot.com/feeds/7145315885647300639/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38405535&amp;postID=7145315885647300639&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38405535/posts/default/7145315885647300639'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38405535/posts/default/7145315885647300639'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://themopinator.blogspot.com/2011/01/another-day.html' title='Another day.'/><author><name>The Mop</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04315843951961769637</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://www.burburinho.com/img/nn020706.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/dNkUtBa3_RI/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38405535.post-4267706985143672309</id><published>2011-01-23T02:59:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-23T03:03:44.850-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Oh ... Yes</title><content type='html'>This is the reason I stopped drinking heavily....&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;waking up 2 hours later in a sweat. Then thinking about all the things I wanted to do on sunday.  How what I really want to do is sleep in.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38405535-4267706985143672309?l=themopinator.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://themopinator.blogspot.com/feeds/4267706985143672309/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38405535&amp;postID=4267706985143672309&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38405535/posts/default/4267706985143672309'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38405535/posts/default/4267706985143672309'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://themopinator.blogspot.com/2011/01/oh-yes.html' title='Oh ... Yes'/><author><name>The Mop</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04315843951961769637</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://www.burburinho.com/img/nn020706.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38405535.post-531299554513589290</id><published>2011-01-23T00:09:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-23T00:17:02.691-08:00</updated><title type='text'>quick note</title><content type='html'>I had to work for 3 hours today... which was the center of my whole universe till 6.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I just want to write something....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Then I went out like old times.... Good stuff, not enough ... good times. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;You know it's that point where you are trying to move on... see what is out there... and you check out the bar. Which is awful .. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;but you see some people, talk to some people... and it's the stuff.....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;you sort of realize you are looking for a special someone...... you always want them to be very special.... extraordinary... not just aesthetically  but ...   &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;what is also funny, are all the woman who some freaky guy is trying to cock-block you from... who they will never get in bed.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38405535-531299554513589290?l=themopinator.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://themopinator.blogspot.com/feeds/531299554513589290/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38405535&amp;postID=531299554513589290&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38405535/posts/default/531299554513589290'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38405535/posts/default/531299554513589290'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://themopinator.blogspot.com/2011/01/quick-note.html' title='quick note'/><author><name>The Mop</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04315843951961769637</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://www.burburinho.com/img/nn020706.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38405535.post-6831581806669002966</id><published>2011-01-20T23:36:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-21T00:28:07.375-08:00</updated><title type='text'>so...</title><content type='html'>hey... Australian open. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Crazy shit..... Crazy shit......&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38405535-6831581806669002966?l=themopinator.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://themopinator.blogspot.com/feeds/6831581806669002966/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38405535&amp;postID=6831581806669002966&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38405535/posts/default/6831581806669002966'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38405535/posts/default/6831581806669002966'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://themopinator.blogspot.com/2011/01/so.html' title='so...'/><author><name>The Mop</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04315843951961769637</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://www.burburinho.com/img/nn020706.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38405535.post-2130626574748501525</id><published>2011-01-19T23:25:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-19T23:40:59.251-08:00</updated><title type='text'>What to write</title><content type='html'>I've had a few ideas tonight.... I'm pacifying myself with some TV... it's not any good TV sucks.. It's like beer... temporary relief, but whatever it is is still there.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;hmmm well... This is all I have for now.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Post script.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Seems like life is going back to regular for me for a while. Girlfriend light, so to speak. Less nonsense twice as filling. It is interesting to reflect that alone, i'm going to be happier. Strange that thought... it's true. I feel like things are more normal... or things are back to the way they were with me. I'd like for things to not be .... in the same old grind.... the same old pre "Leap into uncertainty" ....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It sure was a ton of uncertainty....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;well I have work tomorrow... Lets hope my life isn't the old grind... lets hope for a new grind.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38405535-2130626574748501525?l=themopinator.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://themopinator.blogspot.com/feeds/2130626574748501525/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38405535&amp;postID=2130626574748501525&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38405535/posts/default/2130626574748501525'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38405535/posts/default/2130626574748501525'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://themopinator.blogspot.com/2011/01/what-to-write.html' title='What to write'/><author><name>The Mop</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04315843951961769637</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://www.burburinho.com/img/nn020706.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38405535.post-1263258306738374695</id><published>2011-01-19T06:09:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-19T06:27:01.482-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Our pain</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://carlosdev.files.wordpress.com/2010/10/inner-demons.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://carlosdev.files.wordpress.com/2010/10/inner-demons.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One of my themes this year is that pain, those demons we haul around with us for our entire lives. I've had quite a few in my time. I finally figured out how to ... Mostly heal from them this year. How to ask for help, how to process them.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I've found that there is another school of thought, those that think without them we become someone new. We aren't then the person who we were before. Of course... do you want to be that person. Are you really happy. I guess if you are, and if you are happy and satisfied, you obviously don't want change. Of course.... if you are happy and satisfied, you probably don't have many demons chasing you. It's kind of what makes the demons.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So... to contemplate. If we can release our demons.... will it make us less than who we are or is not letting them go just another way to set ourselves up as victim. Another way to self defeat ourselves. Another reason to just accept our lowly place on this earth.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sure, some of happiness is to just accept our place in life, to just accept our suffering... but there are other ways. We don't need to be the guys who walk the earth whipping ourselves, just to prove to god that we are willing to accept our punishment. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm not sure letting our demons eat our flesh.... makes us a better person... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38405535-1263258306738374695?l=themopinator.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://themopinator.blogspot.com/feeds/1263258306738374695/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38405535&amp;postID=1263258306738374695&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38405535/posts/default/1263258306738374695'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38405535/posts/default/1263258306738374695'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://themopinator.blogspot.com/2011/01/our-pain.html' title='Our pain'/><author><name>The Mop</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04315843951961769637</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://www.burburinho.com/img/nn020706.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38405535.post-5937294911846698962</id><published>2011-01-18T05:47:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-18T06:30:56.990-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Memories of Green</title><content type='html'>I woke up feeling.... I feel like there are 2 realities right now. The one in my dysfunctional relationship, and the one i'm in now. In my off hours from work, all the thoughts from the relationship flood into me. I'm reminded of all the times. I'd say good times.... but even when I start with the good, inevitably i'm reminded of the bad.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;well, the rollers are out.... seem to be getting "in full effect", I need to get focused.... contemplate going to my happy place while sitting there in front of the idiot box.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Australian open, started 2 days ago!!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38405535-5937294911846698962?l=themopinator.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://themopinator.blogspot.com/feeds/5937294911846698962/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38405535&amp;postID=5937294911846698962&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38405535/posts/default/5937294911846698962'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38405535/posts/default/5937294911846698962'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://themopinator.blogspot.com/2011/01/memories-of-green.html' title='Memories of Green'/><author><name>The Mop</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04315843951961769637</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://www.burburinho.com/img/nn020706.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38405535.post-3950070622798184997</id><published>2011-01-16T07:39:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-16T08:09:24.855-08:00</updated><title type='text'>purge part 2</title><content type='html'>I just woke up... I'm just trying to get all the crap cleared out of my head so that I can have a nice sunday. More work on monday.... so I just want to enjoy my time... I want to get it all out of my head. Looks like it's Rollers today.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;when your head is full of gunk.... there is a tenancy to watch TV... problem is it's a distraction and sometimes you don't process what you need to process.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;which is just an excuse to lay in bed in the dark for a while longer.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;also come up with something to do today.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38405535-3950070622798184997?l=themopinator.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://themopinator.blogspot.com/feeds/3950070622798184997/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38405535&amp;postID=3950070622798184997&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38405535/posts/default/3950070622798184997'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38405535/posts/default/3950070622798184997'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://themopinator.blogspot.com/2011/01/purge-part-2.html' title='purge part 2'/><author><name>The Mop</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04315843951961769637</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://www.burburinho.com/img/nn020706.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38405535.post-3491359697974398782</id><published>2011-01-15T23:18:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-15T23:43:19.577-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Ramble</title><content type='html'>I don't know where this is going... I had two ideas for posts today. Now I am just exhausted and need to purge some thoughts. Too much going on, around the old Mop.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I think people want some kind of Girlfriend update. I'm actually bummed, Trust me when I say she is a Very Special woman. Also when I say, she has to be extremely special to put up with my kind of special. I made a comment to someone about how the relationship when sideways from time to time. There is a point at which sideways... Well if things go sideways enough times, it seems like the odds of there being some kind of .... chaos are high. If any of that makes any fucking sense.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;That being said.... It all got so sideways... at one point... it's tough to live a sideways life and to work on something and have it constantly go sideways. Spending way too much energy keeping things upright. I guess, if the relationship was a bike and it kept trying to ride off the shoulder. I kept trying to get it back onto the tarmac.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;At one point you just get sick of it.... Fuck it... if it wants to ride in the dirt... there is nothing I can do. At one point we don't even seem to know that the relationship/bike can ride on paved surfaces... so you kind of let the bike crack and the tires blow and see what the hell happens. Maybe the relationship will realize .... the road is the place to ride a road bike. I don't know.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;   Worked my ass off the past week, and it will go on for a few months. I should have a few bucks to spend, I would have liked to have gone to southern Utah with her and done some riding. I guess it will be alone time if I go.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I was talking with Nancy. Nancy is funny, she has this long list of things to do. Somebody told me if you can get 3 things done in a day it's good, if you can get 5 it's amazing. Well Nancy has her schedule and plans and a full life.... and gets 5 things done every day. Then she wonders why she has to .... shall we say Decompress or blow off some steam for a bit everyday. ... I'd say have a periodic Nervous break down...for 15 minutes a couple times a week.  Point is, if I got 5 things done every day, I'd carry a Fire Axe around, or a machete and a hockey mask.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;.... there was something I was going to write about... I don't think this was it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;With all this work... I seem to be a bit more wound up.... I wonder where all this will go. I'll go back to bed... see if I remember.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Remember... you are never too old to go to space camp dude,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38405535-3491359697974398782?l=themopinator.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://themopinator.blogspot.com/feeds/3491359697974398782/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38405535&amp;postID=3491359697974398782&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38405535/posts/default/3491359697974398782'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38405535/posts/default/3491359697974398782'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://themopinator.blogspot.com/2011/01/ramble.html' title='Ramble'/><author><name>The Mop</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04315843951961769637</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://www.burburinho.com/img/nn020706.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38405535.post-8375543331634072323</id><published>2011-01-14T23:38:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-15T00:24:29.548-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Alice</title><content type='html'>Too much caffeine, too late in the day.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Had this great interaction with this woman named Alice. By great I mean lousy. This new project i'm working on, there is this woman and for the past 3 days she has tried to spend every working moment talking. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;When I was 20 I worked a job as a carpenter, the boss was very into efficiency. He was a great guy. of course talking isn't .... getting work done. For those that have read this blog, I get a little Type A when it comes to getting things done. Talking isn't it. This woman Alice spend 5 minutes telling me about if she is or isn't right or left handed... I suspect she is ambidextrous.. Though I'm still not sure. When I was even younger I worked in television production. Umn.... 5 minutes is a long time. So, Alice obviously has some problems. One of which is that nobody listens to her, since if you do... You will get a few hours of her charm. I umn.... I think in my previous post I talked about "Sharing with people". Alice I suspect has a ton of stuff she wants to share, unfortunately all she can manage to say is .... 5 minutes on  if she is or isn't right or left handed. Whatever it is she wants to say.... seems to be lost in translation. The unfortunate side effect is that it means nobody even comes close to listening. It's sort of a closed loop. Alice has something she wants to get out, Alice wants to say whatever it is so bad she can't stop talking, Alice never actually says it or talks about it, At one point it's all gibberish and nobody listens. She is about 2-3 steps away from becoming one of those people who walks the street talking nonsense and being confused.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm working on a download issue today. I'm trying to put some data together to do some diagnostics. In the middle of it Alice stops me. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;alice,"what are you doing?"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;me,"We can't get this data to import, I suspect it's a competency issue and want to run some tests."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"What do you mean"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"I don't think we are doing this correctly."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;ok.... here it goes.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"Well that isn't our fault, the clients don't have the right information."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"No, I think we have the correct data, I just don't think we are entering it correctly."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"Well that is because they don't show us the right way."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"Who is 'They' "&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"The big 'They', the guys in the suits....(she went into some kind of strange rant.... I could have sworn that the MIB and some helocopters were involved"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"I think we can figure it out, I think the resources are there I just think we aren't trying hard enough. "&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"but the Clients still don't have the right information... they need x and y and z... and they never have it"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"Ok, here is the thing... we aren't taking responsibility to figure this out, all of it is there we just aren't doing it."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"Well that isn't our fault!"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"Ok, here is the thing about responsibility. You just take it and do what you need to do to accomplish the goal."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Hopefully for the home viewer, you get what I'm saying about competency here. There is all this blame and all this horse crap... and it's getting in the way of sorting this out. I'd also like to add that this conversation went on for 20 minutes.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;alice, "Well, you aren't talking about hacking into their systems are you."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;me, "no, i'm talking about sitting down at the keyboard and pushing the right buttons"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"but the Clients never have the right information."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This is where I start getting irritated.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"No, We have it we just aren't entering it correctly"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"Well how do we find out, we can't get the suits to show us how to do it."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"somebody smart.... like me just figures it out, then I'll show everybody."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;at this point she gets angry with me...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"You aren't listening to me...... the clients don't have the right info (here just imagine that she talks for a while longer about the same thing.)"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"Nope, it is right here we need this data and this and it should work, we just need to recognize it and enter it. We seem to be too caught up in blaming people to figure out how to do it."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;(this is where she gets angry... stands up and threatens to hit me) "You aren't listening to me, the clients don't have the right data... they don't show us how... it's not my fault... (seriously... 10 minutest) I just stood there and waited until she didn't have anything more to say. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"I hear you, may I please get to work?"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"Whatever!!!"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I finally get what I need. she turns back to me and starts up again "No.... The clients never have the right data"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;ok... I want to point out that this company.... takes 2 weeks to add a new employee to the systems, never sets them up right. Also can't manage to get the Time clock system going.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I've been focusing on keeping the systems running and trying to get the processes streamlined.... and functioning. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;All of this while Alice has 80% of her day to sit around and talk about if she is right or left handed. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I was on the phone the other day, talking to the boss... she picked up that line and started talking on it. Then when she realized her error, wanted to ask me 'Why she had done it wrong." I had to explain that I was on the phone and needed to finish the conversation. I would be happy to spend a few minutes and explain the complexity of picking up a phone later, but please... if she could just put it down right now.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I had a classic conversation with the boss. "Well if she can't answer the phone, why don't you do it."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"well if I take that job away from her, what will she do then.... spend 100% of her time talking about if she is right or left handed?"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38405535-8375543331634072323?l=themopinator.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://themopinator.blogspot.com/feeds/8375543331634072323/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38405535&amp;postID=8375543331634072323&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38405535/posts/default/8375543331634072323'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38405535/posts/default/8375543331634072323'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://themopinator.blogspot.com/2011/01/alice.html' title='Alice'/><author><name>The Mop</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04315843951961769637</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://www.burburinho.com/img/nn020706.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38405535.post-3988359154673022590</id><published>2011-01-12T23:28:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-13T00:16:05.699-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Self Help</title><content type='html'>The process of self help is available to all of us. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It doesn't require a $500 DVD set with Tony Robins. It doesn't require a monthly seminar at $100 a pop. It doesn't require a Therapist at $100 a week. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;What it requires is the ability to Ask for help when needed. Knowing who is being helpful and supportive and who is not. You can probably tell this by knowing who makes you feel better and who makes you feel worse. I will tell you that people who are Abusive, they will actually make you feel worse. They will tell you to Fuck off. There is HTFU when we are not engaging in challenging ourselves which isn't so bad, then there is Somebody who harms you when you show vulnerability. The latter are abusers and should be kept as far away from yourself as possible.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The Second part is to Follow your Instincts. To do the things that you feel a need to do. If something is bothering you, and you want to talk to someone about it. You should do it. You also should do things that make it easy to look yourself in the mirror, and things that make it easy to sleep at night. Your Instincts should get you there. Let me remind this word Instincts, is not the word Impulse. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I picked up this list off of a web site:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt; &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: small; -webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px; "&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;p style="display: inline !important; "&gt;NOT HARMING YOURSELF&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; -webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px; "&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;p style="font-size: small; "&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center; font-size: small; "&gt;NOT ACTING OUT&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-size: small; "&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center; font-size: small; "&gt;NOT DOING WHATEVER IT TAKES TO GET INSTANT GRATIFICATION&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-size: small; "&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center; font-size: small; "&gt;LEARNING TO ACCEPT A DELAY OR LACK OF GRATIFICATION&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-size: small; "&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center; font-size: small; "&gt;BEING KIND TO YOURSELF&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-size: small; "&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center; font-size: small; "&gt;BEING UNDERSTANDING TO YOURSELF&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-size: small; "&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center; font-size: small; "&gt;BEING PATIENT WITH YOURSELF&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-size: small; "&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center; font-size: small; "&gt;LETING GO OF YOUR UNREALISTIC EXPECTATIONS OF OTHERS&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-size: small; "&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center; font-size: small; "&gt;LETTING GO OF EXPECTATIONS (AT ALL) OF OTHERS&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-size: small; "&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center; font-size: small; "&gt;LETTING GO OF TRYING TO CONTROL WHAT YOU FEEL OR DON'T&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-size: small; "&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center; font-size: small; "&gt;FEEL THROUGH TRYING TO CONTROL OR MANIPULATE OTHERS&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-size: small; "&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center; font-size: small; "&gt;DO NOT PUNISH OTHERS FOR THE MISTAKES (WRONG-DOINGS) OF PEOPLE IN YOUR PAST&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-size: small; "&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center; font-size: small; "&gt;&lt;b&gt;LEARN TO TRUST YOURSELF&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-size: small; "&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center; font-size: small; "&gt;DO NOT DEVALUE OR BE CRITICAL OF OTHERS OR YOURSELF&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-size: small; "&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center; font-size: small; "&gt;&lt;b&gt;TAKING PERSONAL RESPONSIBILITY FOR HOW/WHAT YOU FEEL&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-size: small; "&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center; font-size: small; "&gt;BEING ABLE TO BE ALONE&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-size: small; "&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center; font-size: small; "&gt;LEARNING TO GIVE AND TAKE&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center; font-size: small; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-size: small; "&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;LEARNING THAT IN ORDER TO ACHIEVE INTIMACY YOU HAVE TO:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-size: small; "&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center; font-size: small; "&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal; font-size: 16px; "&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center; font-size: small; display: inline !important; "&gt;BE ABLE TO GIVE SPACE AND TAKE SPACE&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal; font-size: 16px; "&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center; font-size: small; display: inline !important; "&gt;SURRENDER CONTROL AND LEARN TO GO WITH THE FLOW&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal; font-size: 16px; "&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center; font-size: small; display: inline !important; "&gt;TELL THE TRUTH -- LIVE THE TRUTH&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal; "&gt;&lt;i&gt;BE GENTLE WITH YOURSELF IF YOU BACKSLIDE OR MAKE A MISTAKE&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-size: small; "&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-size: small; "&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-size: small; "&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;h2 style="font-family: Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; -webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px; font-size: small; "&gt;&lt;b&gt;What are some actual things I can do to soothe myself?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/h2&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; -webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px; font-size: small; "&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; -webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px; font-size: small; "&gt;1- Take a nice warm bath&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; -webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px; font-size: small; "&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; -webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px; font-size: small; "&gt;2- Listen to up-beat music that usually assists you to feel better&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; -webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px; font-size: small; "&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; -webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px; font-size: small; "&gt;3- Watch television&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; -webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px; font-size: small; "&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; -webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px; font-size: small; "&gt;4- Moderate/Reasonable exercise&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; -webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px; font-size: small; "&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; -webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px; font-size: small; "&gt;5- Journal your thoughts and feelings&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; -webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px; font-size: small; "&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; -webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px; font-size: small; "&gt;6- Pet your cat or dog if you have one&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; -webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px; font-size: small; "&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; -webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px; font-size: small; "&gt;7- Walk your dog, if you have one&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; -webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px; font-size: small; "&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; -webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px; font-size: small; "&gt;8- Any hobby that relaxes you and keeps you busy: crocheting, reading, sketching, painting, playing an instrument, writing poetry, needle-point, wood-working, leather-crafts and so forth&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; -webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px; font-size: small; "&gt;9- Crying, allowing yourself to just be while you feel sad. Sometimes we do just have to let our sadness out&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; -webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px; font-size: small; "&gt;10-Play a computer game or video game -- do puzzles&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; -webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px; font-size: small; "&gt;11-Clean your house or apartment&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; -webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px; font-size: small; "&gt;12-Do things that soothe your inner child like watch cartoons and or hug a teddy bear. Colour in a colouring book.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; -webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px; font-size: small; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px;"&gt;For the longest time, it seemed to me that no matter what I did my demons always chased me. I would face them or try to ignore them or did a hundred things to try and deal with them. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px;"&gt;What I never did was share them with anyone, share my insecurities with anyone. Once I did I realized ... Insecurities are normal. Repressing things is not. There are a 3 billion people on this planet.. I suspect that your problems are not original. A few thousand people have had very similar problems to the ones you have. You probably run into those people every day.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px;"&gt;My father was probably Beaten fairly significantly by his drunk old man. My grandfather beat my Grandmother... Like it was a sport. Then he would make it up to her by buying her something. Paying for her silence. My oldest brother probably took a few beatings from my dad. He now has significant emotional problems. I was only hit a few times in my life.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px;"&gt;My father has never ever faced his abuse, nor what it was to see his drunk old man hit his mother. My mother suffered in silence with an Empty shell of a person, who never was able to continue to grow and mature. Many people who suffer abuse become unable to "heal" and are forever stunted emotionally by the abuse. My father has always been in a constant confused state, and has never spent a day in his life Acting out... His Inner child reaching out to be soothed from a drunk old man. Every Day of his life... So repressed that every day he acts out... Irrationally screaming "I'm a Victim".&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px;"&gt;Bad things that happen to us, especially at a young age when we are vulnerable and/or when they are severe are normally not remembered. Everybody who knew my Grandfather knew he was a Heavy Drinker... Code for Drunk. But my father on the other hand, won't admit his father is an alcoholic. My father barely talks about his father. His siblings have Memory lapses around holidays and different occasions. Much of it they either don't want to remember or find it uncomfortable to remember. So when the memories come up, they have to fight to keep them repressed. of course this is the opposite of what they probably should do, which is when the memories come up... they should be talking about them. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px;"&gt;One of my Uncles couldn't get into the military... For some reason... well "Because some of the emotional tests are so hard"... in the navy. My father could never pass the tests they gave to become management. He never understood how to lead people... he just thought you yelled at them until they submitted. I suspect the company wasn't interested in that kind of management. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px;"&gt;These are only things I can write because this blog is anonymous. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px;"&gt;The problem with abuse vs other types of problems is that we become unable to trust and get help. We just don't trust people enough to realize that, sometimes if we ask for it... or make ourselves vulnerable... there are rewards, and we can be healed. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px;"&gt;If we just trust ourselves, and ask for help. Share some of our pain...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px;"&gt;the process of "self help" is open to all of us. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38405535-3988359154673022590?l=themopinator.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://themopinator.blogspot.com/feeds/3988359154673022590/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38405535&amp;postID=3988359154673022590&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38405535/posts/default/3988359154673022590'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38405535/posts/default/3988359154673022590'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://themopinator.blogspot.com/2011/01/self-help.html' title='Self Help'/><author><name>The Mop</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04315843951961769637</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://www.burburinho.com/img/nn020706.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38405535.post-8728905628684991498</id><published>2011-01-05T21:52:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-05T22:57:20.327-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Gardening For Jan</title><content type='html'>Honestly this is an exciting month for the garden.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Its the only month that isn't crazy, and you can start preparing for the new year. Isn't there a saying about the Key is to stay ahead of things. Well, in Jan... everyone is on top of the garden.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://extension.usu.edu/files/publications/publication/HG_313.pdf"&gt;Here is the planting guide from USU&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Nothing starts before March 1. Ok.... There is a chance things will start before march 1&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;In Feb, we get a break in the weather. It will be 1 week or 2. It will be cold, but the snow should be gone, and the ground will not be muddy, but it will be frozen.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Last year Before the snow fell, I prepared a section of ground fore an early spring planting. Unfortunately for you, you will probably need to prepare a section, and it may be... difficult. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This month the seeds will start coming into the Garden stores. I want to point out that Home Depo... May not carry seeds or the managers may not put them out until March. As a nice activity... something to kill the boredom this jan. Go to the local garden stores... Locally owned and operated ones, and see if the seeds have come in. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;What I'm going to look for are cold hardy varieties of some things Specifically Peas Kale and Spinach. Maybe some carrots.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Then when we get a break in the weather, I'll be ready to put them in.... And if it Freezes.... Oh well, I had some fun.... But... Remember it will probably Freeze then it will be Wet and muddy. So regardless if you prep the soil in feb, then when it's Muddy, you will be able to plant in March or april. If you don't get that soil ready in feb... You will be in trouble for spring planting.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The other thing is, it's time to start thinking about what I'm going to plant Indoors. Seedlings for the new year.  I'll be looking for these seeds too.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;All of this... is of course a great distraction from winter.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38405535-8728905628684991498?l=themopinator.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://themopinator.blogspot.com/feeds/8728905628684991498/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38405535&amp;postID=8728905628684991498&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38405535/posts/default/8728905628684991498'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38405535/posts/default/8728905628684991498'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://themopinator.blogspot.com/2011/01/gardening-for-jan.html' title='Gardening For Jan'/><author><name>The Mop</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04315843951961769637</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://www.burburinho.com/img/nn020706.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38405535.post-296818832007445229</id><published>2011-01-01T21:15:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-01T22:23:37.678-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Things would be better .....</title><content type='html'>.... If only.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This seems to be the story of 2010 for me. It all started with the year of "things are going to change or something is going to get broke".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I pulled it off, lots changed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been very blocked lately... for 2 or more years. The blog has reflected it. There just had to be more. I was blocked earlier this afternoon. I laid in bed and just wanted some emotion to hit me. I cried for about 45 seconds. I was hoping it would go on for an hour. But it just clogged like a dirty drain. I started writing some to express myself and I got another 60 seconds. I just keep praying for more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Apparently I use a neutral detergent to clean my bike chain.... didn't know that. See, I'm distracted already. Honest to god I want to just feel this, let the pain and the whatever hit me. I want to feel it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've felt that way before "Things would be better if only... I could be in a decent relationship." Anyone with half a brain for psychology or self help knows that happiness comes from within. Still someone to be super close to ... that was what I was hoping for.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I find someone, Like them a lot. There is some great sexual tension there. Sure enough.... Kissing happens.... etc.... Only what happens is, the intimacy never develops.  Hopefully you have felt it, when you just want to spend all of your time laying in bed and talking and holding and touching. The whole thing... you want the crying and the sadness and the happiness...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but... it's not there... You wonder why, decide... Well I can work on this. Nothing is perfect... it's just going to take some work. I'm not afraid of work. You try and take the time to start talking.... get the intimacy going. But there is no time.... "I'm busy" "It's late" "You need to go home" "I'm tired"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Somehow without it... well somehow the relationship seems to be progressing. You can't quite figure out how... or Why.... since ... You keep waiting for her to open up... to share all of her stuff... the whole thing. But she doesn't... You ask... she is guarded...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's like... ok "Maybe Things would be better if I told her I loved her" maybe that is what she is waiting for.... Sure enough... It's great... bla bla bla Love me back.... etc..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What I'm missing telling you is that each few weeks... something goes wrong... I called it "going sideways". Something happens and suddenly we go sideways and things are odd and wonky... I'm just scratching my head wondering WTF is going on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We are in bed... her dog keeps jumping on the bed and jumping on us... in the middle of being intimate. It's a constant distraction, she can't focus... she doesn't want to keep going. I'm ready to shoot the dog. but it's all "I love my dog". I'm ready to walk out... Do you want me or your dog? If you want the dog... I'll be at home and moving on..... "oh, Don't be like that. This is nothing, everything is fine." "No, it's not fine, your dog keeps trying to lick my ass"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are scratching your head... wondering WTF is going on. Ok... I'm not important... it's all about the dog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So... I'm 4 months into it.... I feel like we are at 2 weeks into the relationship.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then all the "Dad" stuff happens. Seriously, he threatened me. Was Altered. Mentally disturbed. Made no sense when he talked. Acted like a jealous boyfriend.. which is just... Same crazy shit... it's just More...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and each time we have a "Thing" and it goes Sideways... it gets bigger. More to the point, she keeps saying "It will calm down, things will get better" She swears it to you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It never happens constant blow ups... never getting any better, just worse... All the time with her it's "Things would be better, if only...." and something I had to do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I need to accept her dad&lt;br /&gt;I need to change the way I talk to her&lt;br /&gt;I need to do X&lt;br /&gt;I need to Y&lt;br /&gt;Things would be better if she was wearing a different shirt.&lt;br /&gt;Things would be better if only her bike was fixed...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Things will be better if only....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it's just a lie... It's a lie to ones self, a lie to each other... We make ourselves better. We make ourselves happy. Things will be better when I take control... and make myself happy. She isn't happy because she isn't happy. and she is trying to make me miserable in the process.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Because deep down.... something is terribly wrong.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;there isn't anything I can do about it....&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;There just seemed to be no ability to..... Just be there and to connect... and... she just wanted to see me on the weekends... and then at the end for just a few hours. I was always dying to see her one or two times during the week. Who doesn't want to see a person they love... as much as possible. Just one time to just sit... and hold each other... be close and make the week feel fine. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;nope... I got this.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"i'm busy"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"I work hard"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"i'm tired"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"you don't understand... I have a dog"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After barely seeing each other for months.... I begged her "Please, can we just make it through Christmas."&lt;br /&gt;In the middle of the month, I found myself waiting for her again. Maybe she was going to show up... maybe not. I had asked..... Begged her to confirm if she was coming over or not, by phone by email... . 6pm... nothing. I'm just waiting around like a loser.... "maybe my girlfriend is going to show up"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fuck it... I left.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this all escalates... "you are abandoning me" "You have to not act like this..." "things would be better if only you wouldn't get mad when I treat you badly"..... Seriously... this is the dialog ... somehow she is hurt... by her having me wait around for her. Her blowing me off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This just escalates... I keep pleading with her "I just asked you to be on time"... Nope... all my fault... things would be better if I just enabled her treating me badly. I'm abandoning her. I'm the abusive one... with my needs and stuff.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These BTW are tell tail signs of an abusive relationship. Abusers insist on being enabled... everything is the co-Dependants fault... because they are stupid and kind and take it on. There is also a cycle of abuse. They can't function outside of what is similar to a bi-polar cycle.  Everything is great.... then things flatten out... then they are miserable... they there is the fight.... then things work out...then things are Great... then they flatten out... then the fight.... and around and around you go. Each time it escalates... until either you enable the abuse... or you give up on the relationship... or you end up dead.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So... I'm home alone for Christmas.... The weekend ends... I look at it on my way home from being with friends.... "Why am I in a relationship, with someone who won't spend Christmas with me." I decide.... I'm not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I end it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;new years eve comes... she wants back together. In the week between she is like "I'm sorry"... I asked her for what? Things just start escalating again. I'm over it. New years eve... she wants to be together....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My new years resolution is to have this be over. 7 months of horror.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I told her No. Nothing has been resolved... She left me for Christmas. I had no doubt she was going to pull "You left me for new years that makes us even". I say, that makes this relationship stupid, and lame and ridiculous.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Still the relationship is at what I see as a 2 or 3 week mark. still no real intimacy... Nothing will budge.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also... who doesn't want to love or hold that someone special on Christmas???? WTF...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She never loved me.... It's sad... It's awful.... I told her as much... "I don't even think you can love"&lt;br /&gt;this was not love. it was nasty to say it. But What the hell....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I always wonder... should it be; Love is never needing to say "you are sorry" or having to ask. Let alone beg....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She always said "this is because I just love you so much".... Huh! I'd hate to not have this kind of love...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Or maybe it's just better.... to not have this kind of love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been asking myself "What is the universe telling me"... On this one.... I just think the universe threw Snake Eyes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_I8bhH6okB1M/TSAXueYIVII/AAAAAAAAAew/5gRyYZWmZjU/s1600/091808_snake_eyes_dice_1_300.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_I8bhH6okB1M/TSAXueYIVII/AAAAAAAAAew/5gRyYZWmZjU/s400/091808_snake_eyes_dice_1_300.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5557468027370886274" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Things would be better ... if only....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Honestly... I'd pay money to cry for an hour.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38405535-296818832007445229?l=themopinator.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://themopinator.blogspot.com/feeds/296818832007445229/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38405535&amp;postID=296818832007445229&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38405535/posts/default/296818832007445229'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38405535/posts/default/296818832007445229'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://themopinator.blogspot.com/2011/01/things-would-be-better.html' title='Things would be better .....'/><author><name>The Mop</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04315843951961769637</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://www.burburinho.com/img/nn020706.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_I8bhH6okB1M/TSAXueYIVII/AAAAAAAAAew/5gRyYZWmZjU/s72-c/091808_snake_eyes_dice_1_300.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38405535.post-4748203926056776837</id><published>2010-12-18T01:24:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-18T01:42:59.280-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Only my life</title><content type='html'>Here it is.... a week before christmas. I hate all these holidays. They haven't been enjoyable since I was 8. It's funny how, at least for me it's been more of a disappointment every year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2:30 am... I'm just sitting here. Only my life could be this odd. A friend told me months and months ago... "this is just life".... I was like.... "I think there is a reason I just hang out in the bat cave."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Only my life....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38405535-4748203926056776837?l=themopinator.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://themopinator.blogspot.com/feeds/4748203926056776837/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38405535&amp;postID=4748203926056776837&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38405535/posts/default/4748203926056776837'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38405535/posts/default/4748203926056776837'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://themopinator.blogspot.com/2010/12/only-my-life.html' title='Only my life'/><author><name>The Mop</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04315843951961769637</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://www.burburinho.com/img/nn020706.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38405535.post-193820875475256551</id><published>2010-11-29T23:46:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-11-30T00:00:31.804-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm not sure what to write tonight.</title><content type='html'>You know, you want your life to move forward. To make progress... progress of the soul.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You find yourself chasing demons from childhood. never realizing how much that stuff cripples you...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How a parent so caught up in their own pain can dump that pain on an entire family.... an entire new generation to bare a burden.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38405535-193820875475256551?l=themopinator.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://themopinator.blogspot.com/feeds/193820875475256551/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38405535&amp;postID=193820875475256551&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38405535/posts/default/193820875475256551'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38405535/posts/default/193820875475256551'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://themopinator.blogspot.com/2010/11/im-not-sure-what-to-write-tonight.html' title='I&apos;m not sure what to write tonight.'/><author><name>The Mop</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04315843951961769637</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://www.burburinho.com/img/nn020706.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38405535.post-427464797527827914</id><published>2010-11-28T20:27:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-11-28T22:13:51.587-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I guess this requires a post.</title><content type='html'>... things escalated all week. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fuck.... I was just sick of holding it in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know if you have ever dealt with something nebulous. It's just odd when you are like "Why do we have all these problems?"&lt;br /&gt;She says "we don't have any problems"&lt;br /&gt;you say "What? we barely get along anymore"&lt;br /&gt;she says "That is your fault"&lt;br /&gt;You say "Ok, the problems are all my fault... the ones that we don't have?"&lt;br /&gt;you follow up with. "seems like the problems that are all my fault that we don't have, that we keep fighting about... well they are destroying us."&lt;br /&gt;she says "well that is your fault."&lt;br /&gt;You say "ok... my fault, Let's just give it up. I mean, you are fine... Right just find someone better than me. I have all these problems. Move on.... you are better than this."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wish her so well. I just don't ... I can't do this.... can't pretend nothing is wrong or put my head firmly up my ass... She is a decent person, but it wasn't working and not making any sense.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What did I say at the beginning "Things are going to change, or shit is going to get broke"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well here is some broken....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fucking Christmas...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Keep fighting...&lt;br /&gt;Improvise Adapt overcome.&lt;br /&gt;huuuuraaaa!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38405535-427464797527827914?l=themopinator.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://themopinator.blogspot.com/feeds/427464797527827914/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38405535&amp;postID=427464797527827914&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38405535/posts/default/427464797527827914'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38405535/posts/default/427464797527827914'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://themopinator.blogspot.com/2010/11/i-guess-this-requires-post.html' title='I guess this requires a post.'/><author><name>The Mop</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04315843951961769637</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://www.burburinho.com/img/nn020706.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38405535.post-8483301484640353651</id><published>2010-11-25T23:20:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2010-11-25T23:32:54.838-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Turkey day</title><content type='html'>My brother did the prayer for thanksgiving.... He sort of Lost the plot. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"I want to say thanks for food, and for having food, and that god gave us food... and that we want to say thanks for it to be nourishing, and to have nourishing food. We want to say that here we are heavenly father, with the plates we want to thank you for the plates.... and with these plates we will eat the food... on the plates and it will be nourishing.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;in the name of jesus christ amen"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It was like something out of Monty Python.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;of course my mother tripped him up by saying a non Mormon prayer first.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Go Mom!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="480" height="385"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/fINh4SsOyBw?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/fINh4SsOyBw?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="480" height="385"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Let us praise God. Oh Lord, oooh you are so big. So absolutely huge. Gosh, we’re all really impressed down here I can tell you. Forgive us, O Lord, for this dreadful toadying and barefaced flattery. But you are so strong and, well, just so super. Fantastic. Amen."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38405535-8483301484640353651?l=themopinator.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://themopinator.blogspot.com/feeds/8483301484640353651/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38405535&amp;postID=8483301484640353651&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38405535/posts/default/8483301484640353651'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38405535/posts/default/8483301484640353651'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://themopinator.blogspot.com/2010/11/turkey-day.html' title='Turkey day'/><author><name>The Mop</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04315843951961769637</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://www.burburinho.com/img/nn020706.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38405535.post-8438765111561603747</id><published>2010-11-22T00:21:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-11-22T01:24:51.145-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hi Blog!</title><content type='html'>I haven't seen you in a while.....&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I was hoping for some Blog Therapy. We used to do so well together.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;True True True.....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I have been doing a ton of reading.... You don't want to know what I've been reading.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Hey... You know what... Not only is that Roof I needed fixed at the beginning of the summer.... Also... My shower is fixed. It's super Fucked up... but it's Fixed.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;In fact, I'm so thrilled about it.... I'm going to go use it.... BRB.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Did you wait long? It was nice.... not quite as great as I remember it. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm like knee deep in Abandonment issues, Co-Dependence, Victimization... The whole schebang. I keep asking myself all these ugly questions. I think there is a phase when things have become tough, when You aren't afraid of any of it anymore.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I've started all these in depth discussions about Enabling sexual abuse. BTW... i've promised my GF to not blog about "Us"... Which is fine. Of course this is one of those times where there isn't really an "Us". For those of you who don't pay very good attention. There is a pattern. We go through this Euphoic Period. Things are fine, and I keep trying to convince her that it can just go on. Things can just be good, and it can go on for weeks. The problem is, for some reason we have to go through a Cycle of victimization with her. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Somehow a boundry has to be tested, &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;then Either She has to be at Fault or I have to be at fault. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Break-up stage, where she pushes me away.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Then we can do "I'm sorry" stage. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Then the Honeymoon stage "oh... I love you"&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Then we start again.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Now this has gone on since June. Probably 12 times. It was kind of funny the first 4 times. I was like "why are you doing this?"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;She wants to have the cycle... The problem is... I keep going "nothing happened" you freaked out. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But hey.... Enabling.... It's a bitch&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38405535-8438765111561603747?l=themopinator.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://themopinator.blogspot.com/feeds/8438765111561603747/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38405535&amp;postID=8438765111561603747&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38405535/posts/default/8438765111561603747'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38405535/posts/default/8438765111561603747'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://themopinator.blogspot.com/2010/11/hi-blog.html' title='Hi Blog!'/><author><name>The Mop</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04315843951961769637</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://www.burburinho.com/img/nn020706.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38405535.post-3421196168115803599</id><published>2010-11-12T00:22:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-11-12T09:15:28.919-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Caution</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;(This is a repost of something I found online. It's rough to read, but it's real. This and These are the things that children and people who have been sexually abused face in their recovery. I though it was so good, it was worth reposting. Realize again the stats on sexual abuse for woman are 1 in 3. These are huge issues for people trying to recover. I post it so as to help people understand what the affects of sexual abuse are. Remember... there are some amazing and Brave woman out there.)&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Many sexual abuse survivors have trouble dealing with the fact that their body was sexually stimulated and felt aroused during the abuse. They may feel guilty and ashamed that they responded to the stimulation, and confused about why they did.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Feeling aroused during abuse is not an issue for every survivor. Some survivors never felt any kind of sexual arousal during the abuse. Others felt some sexual arousal, but readily accept that it didn't mean anything more than an automatic reflex response to touch. Still others experienced some pleasurable feelings in their bodies during the abuse, but because those feelings were overshadowed by the pain of the abuse, it isn't an issue for them either.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However, there are many survivors who are deeply affected by their bodies' natural responses. Some agonize over how their bodies responded to the stimulation; they experienced the sexual arousal as a humiliation, and believe it reflects negatively on them that their body responded at all. They perceive their body's response as a betrayal, with the abuser "winning," and they hate their bodies for it. This is compounded by the fact some abusers deliberately try to force a victim to have an orgasm so that the survivor will mistakenly believe that they wanted or enjoyed the abuse.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Other survivors enjoyed some of the bodily sensations that came from the stimulation, but feel guilty, ashamed, and/or secretive about that fact because they believe - or fear - that it means there is something wrong with them because they're "not supposed" to feel that way in the context of abuse. These survivors often keep their experience a secret for fear that no one will understand how they could have liked some parts of it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In all cases, if a survivor found some of the stimulation during the abuse pleasurable, it does not mean that it was not abuse, that they weren't hurt by it, that it wasn't serious, or that it had less impact. Abuse is abuse, regardless of how the victim's body responded. Further, for boys, achieving an erection does not necessarily mean that they are aroused; boys can have erections when they are afraid.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why is this issue rarely addressed?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The impact of having been sexually stimulated or aroused during abuse is rarely addressed, and when it is it is given minimal attention. One reason why this is such a neglected subject is that we live in a culture that is uncomfortable with the thought that children can have sexual feelings at all, let alone during abuse. Many people like to think that children are asexual, and believe that those who suggest otherwise are sexual perverts. To further suggest that children who are sexually abused might experience some sexual arousal is to risk being viewed as promoting sexual abuse, or at very least minimizing it. But how are we to help survivors deal with this issue unless we are prepared to talk about it while not minimizing the abuse?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just as it is shocking for many people to think that sexual abuse could lead a child to feel aroused or to feel pleasure in their body, it is equally, or perhaps more shocking, to survivors themselves to acknowledge this. Many survivors suffer about this issue in silence, wondering if their body's feelings and reactions meant that they liked, wanted, caused, or encouraged the abuse, or worse, made them as bad as the abuser.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I understand not wanting to talk about this issue for fear that it will fuel the argument that "sexual abuse isn't so bad because some kids like it" - a false argument which is used to minimize the impact of abuse. But by acknowledging that some children feel aroused reduces the emotional charge, or stigma, associated with it, and helps survivors to heal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Feeling sexual arousal in the context of abuse does not mean that the abuse was okay, nor that the abuse did not negatively effect the victim. A parallel argument can be made that if the love of your life suddenly dies, and you receive tens of thousands of dollars from life insurance, money that you desperately need, this doesn't mean that you like the fact that your partner died or that you're not suffering from that loss. Liking that you have money to support you, or needing that money, does not change the basic fact of what happened, or how devastated you feel at the loss of your lover.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Children are sexual beings&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Given that children are sexual beings and can be sexual stimulated during abuse, it's understandable that some children enjoyed the feelings of arousal in their bodies. They did not enjoy the abuse; they enjoyed their body's natural reactions and sensations, and perhaps some aspects of how the perpetrator treated them. If the abuser gave them attention or was kind to them, that may have felt enjoyable too. It's also understandable if that child, later as an adult, feels upset if someone tells them that they couldn't have enjoyed any part of it because it was abuse. How does the adult survivor reconcile the reality that her/his body did feel sexual when they "weren't supposed" to? They feeling guilty and ashamed. On the other hand, it's also understandable if that adult survivor feels upset about her/his body having felt aroused since it occurred in the context of abuse.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How to deal with this issue&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you are a survivor and your body responded to the sexual stimulation during the abuse, it's important to find positive ways to reconcile that reality within yourself without concluding that you are "sick" or "bad," or that your body is. The first step is to acknowledge to yourself how your body felt, and later to a supportive and understanding person. Try to do this without judgement, but if you can't, simply telling yourself and someone else (who is non-judgemental) how you felt will help reduce some of the guilt, shame, isolation, and secrecy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you feel judgemental about yourself, remember that feelings are simply feelings, nothing more. They are not facts or statements; they do not say anything about you or anyone else, other than you are a fully feeling human being. It's normal to experience a range of feelings during abuse, and one of those feelings may be sexual. It might help to remember the other feelings you felt during or after the abuse, because you did not simply feel sexual feelings, but you also probably felt betrayal, sadness, fear, confusion, and hurt, even if you didn't realize that until you were much older.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are different ways of thinking about this issue, and survivors have come up with different ways of dealing with it. Some survivors conclude that the arousal they experienced was a physiological reaction that had nothing to do with the perpetrator, and everything to do with their own body's natural responses. That is true. Others conclude that while there was some element of arousal that arose from the physical stimulation, the relationship with the perpetrator was important, and contributed to how they felt - for instance, they liked/loved the perpetrator, had a friendly relationship with her/him, felt taken care of during the abuse, and this led to feeling pleasure. They let go of their guilt or confusion by acknowledging that they felt a draw to the relationship out of their emotional needs, vulnerability, and/or neglect, and by recognizing that it was okay that they felt and responded that way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some survivors take the position that regardless of how they learned what they learned about their body and their sexuality (what they enjoy sexually, how to have an orgasm, that they are attracted to the same sex, etc.), they like what they know about their body and intend to enjoy it without guilt, because this knowledge is about them and their body, not the perpetrator. Even if they learned some of those things from what the perpetrator did, that doesn't mean that the perpetrator "owns" those things. They are the only ones who can own their body's responses and sexuality.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some survivors find that they are able to accept their feelings of physical arousal, without judgement when they feel compassion for themselves, and other survivors include feeling compassion for their abusers. Their compassion helps them to let go of judgement, and to see themselves as the innocent children they were.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some survivors find that feeling shame about having sexual feelings prevents them from fully processing their memories. As soon as they remember and feel sexual feelings, they distance themselves from the memory and can't go any further with it. They're stuck there, unable to release their emotions or fully process the memory. When they released some shame and could think about the whole incident(s) by writing the memory out or telling someone their story, they were able to step back and see the situation with a new perspective and understanding. That process helped them to accept what happened and feel at peace with themselves.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How you feel about having sexual feelings during the abuse (as well as when you remember the abuse and/or read about sexual abuse) has a direct impact on how you view the abuse and yourself, and what you think about the abuse affects how you feel, which is why it's important to work on releasing feelings and critiquing what you think. Some survivors need to think a lot about it first, and others need to feel their feelings first. If you're stuck in one mode, try the other mode. For example if you're stuck in the thinking mode, let yourself feel what you felt - then and now - without judgement. Your feelings will pass, in time, and that alone will help you to think about yourself with more objectivity and less judgement.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The abuser is responsible for the abuse, regardless of how you felt&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No matter how you felt during the abuse or feel now, you are not responsible for the abuse. Even if you felt some pleasure or enjoyment; or you wanted some aspects to continue; or you were sexually attracted to the abuser; or you sought the abuser out, the abuser is always responsible for the abuse and not the child. Think about it this way: if a child sought you out for sexual stimulation, would you do it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are not to blame for what the abuser did, and you and your body are completely separate from the abuser. Even if it doesn't feel that way, it's still true. It doesn't matter what your body did or didn't do; you and your body were simply coping as best you could given the circumstances (which might have included a larger context of neglect and/or other forms of abuse and dysfunction too).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It helps to heal by acknowledging how you truly felt and how your body responded, to think about positive ways of interpreting those responses, to not judge yourself, to place the responsibility for the abuse on the abuser, and to view your body separately from the abuse and the abuse. Other things you can do to feel more comfortable with your body and sex include: being gentle with your body; holding and massaging emotionally charged areas with your hand and having a partner hold and massage the area as well (this will help the area to let go of some of the emotional charge - the feelings associated with the abuse); gently stroking any area of your body that defends, tightens, numbs, or otherwise reacts to sexual touch; taking sex slowly and stopping when you need to; breathing; laughing; and having fun with sex, touch, and holding. You are meant to - and can - enjoy your body and all of its beautiful sensations during sex.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's possible to heal&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Experiencing sexual feelings during abuse is not something anyone should have to feel guilty about. Children feel what they feel during abuse, including sexual feelings, and there is nothing wrong with that. For some survivors the fact that they felt sexually aroused in an abuse context is embarrassing or shameful to admit but the more survivors - in fact, all of us - talk about this issue, the easier and less shameful it becomes. When we talk openly about something, we take away its power or emotional charge. Survivors reduce the emotional charge, connected to this issue, by talking/writing/drawing about it; not listening to anyone who tells them how they "should" feel; acknowledging and accepting how they felt and feel; recognizing that none of their feelings make them crazy or bad, or like the abuser; and by fostering compassion and understanding for themselves and their body. It's possible to feel better about this issue - one tiny step at a time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you found this helpful please comment back. The idea it not to talk abou it on here but to know that if you do feel any of the above you are NOT alone and it is poss to heal.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38405535-3421196168115803599?l=themopinator.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://themopinator.blogspot.com/feeds/3421196168115803599/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38405535&amp;postID=3421196168115803599&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38405535/posts/default/3421196168115803599'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38405535/posts/default/3421196168115803599'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://themopinator.blogspot.com/2010/11/caution.html' title='Caution'/><author><name>The Mop</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04315843951961769637</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://www.burburinho.com/img/nn020706.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38405535.post-4051139168875511352</id><published>2010-11-11T21:22:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-11-11T21:54:26.608-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Ghosts</title><content type='html'>.... Hmmm.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm not sure where I'm going with this.... I best turn down the lights.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Did you know that Fluorescent light is evil, It vibrates at a perceived frequency. Normal lights vibrate, but too fast for you to see it. The Fluorescents, if you watch closely, you can see the vibration. You realize it's quite Maddening. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;When I was in College, the Unnatural light of one of the Labs was quite unsettling if you didn't have enough sleep. One of the freshman had a near breakdown after staying up until 2am in that lab.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Well... this isn't about ghosts.... We all have them, not literal ghosts.... Just the things that haunt us. I've become so good at the things that haunt me.... I tend to deal with them fast these days. Get on top of making the apology or Making sure I can live with what I say or do around people.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ok.... Shit... I'm going to be straight forward.... this post is going nowhere... good premise but .... I'm screwed... I just want to get to bed......&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;LOL!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38405535-4051139168875511352?l=themopinator.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://themopinator.blogspot.com/feeds/4051139168875511352/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38405535&amp;postID=4051139168875511352&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38405535/posts/default/4051139168875511352'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38405535/posts/default/4051139168875511352'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://themopinator.blogspot.com/2010/11/ghosts.html' title='Ghosts'/><author><name>The Mop</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04315843951961769637</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://www.burburinho.com/img/nn020706.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38405535.post-8393539880602868939</id><published>2010-11-04T22:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-11-04T22:24:58.602-07:00</updated><title type='text'>You are going to ..... this.</title><content type='html'>Most likely hate this.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Did you know that the stats for Sexual Abuse are 1 in 3 for woman and 1 in 4 for men. There is a solid chance that I spend a ton of time talking about sexual abuse over the next period of time. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I was talking to someone about what my Girlfriends father did to me. Many years ago, I realized that in order to make it real you have to say it. I was talking and realized that I kept saying that her father was sexually abusive. BTW one should never minimize it by saying "it was just Verbal". It was like her father came in and said "You are a worthless Lazy moron! I wish I never ever saw you", only instead of it being just Verbal Abuse. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;  It was sexual in nature, which actually makes it Sexual Abuse. It's strange when it happens to you. It's not like a movie or something like that, you are just amazed that it happened. Sure I argued with him, thought he was crazy, etc... but honestly sat there Awestruck!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;At the end of this conversation I had, It occurred to me that I hadn't said "He Sexually Abused Her." When what I meant was, He "Sexually Abused me". A physically fit, Healthy Adult Male. This 70 year old Pervert, walked into my life and said all these Inappropriate things.... He Sexually abused me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So, sure I will never be around him again. I'll never invite him over for coffee. He will never ever meet my family. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Because... Why would I want a Pervert in my life.... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;One final thing, when a parent abuses a child.... It's always the Parent's fault.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I mean, he has recourse right..... he made his choice... He could.... Not act like a pervert. When faced with that choice between Not acting like a pervert and Acting like one.... he chose the Pervert route.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38405535-8393539880602868939?l=themopinator.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://themopinator.blogspot.com/feeds/8393539880602868939/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38405535&amp;postID=8393539880602868939&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38405535/posts/default/8393539880602868939'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38405535/posts/default/8393539880602868939'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://themopinator.blogspot.com/2010/11/you-are-going-to-this.html' title='You are going to ..... this.'/><author><name>The Mop</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04315843951961769637</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://www.burburinho.com/img/nn020706.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38405535.post-4739124346062747678</id><published>2010-10-30T22:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-30T22:24:26.789-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Hmmm</title><content type='html'>Well, it seems like I'll probably be spending more time here on the blog. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I had a great conversation about Uncertainty this week. As we remember "Leap into Uncertainty". The conversation lead into one about Risk management.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It was interesting....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm just saying....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38405535-4739124346062747678?l=themopinator.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://themopinator.blogspot.com/feeds/4739124346062747678/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38405535&amp;postID=4739124346062747678&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38405535/posts/default/4739124346062747678'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38405535/posts/default/4739124346062747678'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://themopinator.blogspot.com/2010/10/hmmm.html' title='Hmmm'/><author><name>The Mop</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04315843951961769637</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://www.burburinho.com/img/nn020706.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38405535.post-5149279739867687020</id><published>2010-10-30T17:03:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-30T17:03:39.491-07:00</updated><title type='text'>What does empowerment look like.</title><content type='html'>This is my new thing. We all know I like to have these things. I've been pondering how being an empowering influence, Looks like.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I've been a huge fan of respect. Treat people with respect and demand respect.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38405535-5149279739867687020?l=themopinator.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://themopinator.blogspot.com/feeds/5149279739867687020/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38405535&amp;postID=5149279739867687020&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38405535/posts/default/5149279739867687020'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38405535/posts/default/5149279739867687020'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://themopinator.blogspot.com/2010/10/what-does-empowerment-look-like.html' title='What does empowerment look like.'/><author><name>The Mop</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04315843951961769637</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://www.burburinho.com/img/nn020706.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38405535.post-8632526221178559309</id><published>2010-10-30T16:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-30T17:01:25.363-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Well</title><content type='html'>I was asked to pull the conversation with her father off the blog. I want to point out that it's my opinion, and I've talked to numerous professionals in mental health, incest, and abuse. That the conversation was Sexual abuse. That was what I felt about it at the time. Just as there is Verbal Abuse.... Bla bla bla....&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But I pulled it. It was a legitimate example of sexual abuse.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38405535-8632526221178559309?l=themopinator.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://themopinator.blogspot.com/feeds/8632526221178559309/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38405535&amp;postID=8632526221178559309&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38405535/posts/default/8632526221178559309'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38405535/posts/default/8632526221178559309'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://themopinator.blogspot.com/2010/10/well.html' title='Well'/><author><name>The Mop</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04315843951961769637</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://www.burburinho.com/img/nn020706.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38405535.post-3324185776190416228</id><published>2010-10-29T18:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-29T18:50:50.963-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Passing time</title><content type='html'>Long few days. Somehow I gained 10 pounds not eating anything. Or a scale was incorrect, or I was dehydrated last time I weighed in. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;My life is back to being .... "Structured" Which is unbelievable helpful. I will tell you, Live an Unstructured life, then switch it to being structured.... you will see a big difference. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I have yet to know if I'll be dating soon. Regardless, I'll probably decide to take it easy. What is yet another Christmas Alone, it will be just like the last 16... No worries, I'm sure I'll be filled with my usual Bile for Baby Jesus. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Well this was a post, I have netflicks on demand now... Which... well, I have yet to watch anything I like... Seems like if that doesn't rectify itself, Netflicks may have to be rectified. New haircut, looks slick.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I would just like to end by saying ..... FUCK!!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38405535-3324185776190416228?l=themopinator.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://themopinator.blogspot.com/feeds/3324185776190416228/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38405535&amp;postID=3324185776190416228&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38405535/posts/default/3324185776190416228'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38405535/posts/default/3324185776190416228'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://themopinator.blogspot.com/2010/10/passing-time.html' title='Passing time'/><author><name>The Mop</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04315843951961769637</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://www.burburinho.com/img/nn020706.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38405535.post-2304561022587390820</id><published>2010-10-29T04:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-29T05:02:23.434-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Where were we....</title><content type='html'>I'm back to my regularly scheduled life. Structure... It's important. I've talked to her a few times in the past week. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It's the most normal thing that You don't get along with someone and your Significant Other does. For some reason, rejecting her father and even labeling him as some kind of Massive Defect really Triggered her. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm not sure what is going on in the relationship, seems like she is having a hard time dealing with it all. Another odd thing was that there was a ton of misplaced blame in the family. Lots of weird "This is your fault, you made me do this." As opposed to "you did this, You own it"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And the Idea that I may be dating again...... Jesus!!! What do they say "Get back on the horse" but... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38405535-2304561022587390820?l=themopinator.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://themopinator.blogspot.com/feeds/2304561022587390820/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38405535&amp;postID=2304561022587390820&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38405535/posts/default/2304561022587390820'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38405535/posts/default/2304561022587390820'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://themopinator.blogspot.com/2010/10/where-were-we.html' title='Where were we....'/><author><name>The Mop</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04315843951961769637</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://www.burburinho.com/img/nn020706.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38405535.post-5684332625624484701</id><published>2010-10-23T14:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-23T14:19:36.078-07:00</updated><title type='text'>AB ride.</title><content type='html'>I rarely tell this;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I found the Utah cycling Community because of Allan. Umn.... So it felt natural to go to the ride, to share and remember him. That is part of where I started with everybody, Just after he passed. I sometimes like to think some of his spirit found me. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Maybe part of that spirit ... Saved me.... Woke me up... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Of course .... Some may say my salvation is still in question. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anyways..... Thank you Allan! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I always hope I'm worthy. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38405535-5684332625624484701?l=themopinator.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://themopinator.blogspot.com/feeds/5684332625624484701/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38405535&amp;postID=5684332625624484701&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38405535/posts/default/5684332625624484701'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38405535/posts/default/5684332625624484701'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://themopinator.blogspot.com/2010/10/ab-ride.html' title='AB ride.'/><author><name>The Mop</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04315843951961769637</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://www.burburinho.com/img/nn020706.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38405535.post-1248475048472815924</id><published>2010-10-14T19:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-14T20:24:36.564-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Hummm</title><content type='html'>I was dying to blog tonight.... I kind of miss you old friend. But really I miss you old friends... Yes! I mean YOU!!! I miss you..... Yep.... YOU!!!!!.... Yep.... I'm serious... YOU!!!&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Lots going on with the old mop.....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I want to say some stuff.... If your parents are decent human beings, if they treat you with Respect and love. I would like you to call them and let them know how much you appreciate them. There are some Awful parents out there. Appreciate it if you have one. You deserved to be treated with Love and Respect. In fact... YOU STILL DO! Stand for nothing Less. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;ok... that is an hour and a half of staring at a blinking curser. That is all I have.... apparently. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Seriously, I'm either out of the habit of blogging or.... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I keep saying this to this woman I love.... I seem to be saving my best material for her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38405535-1248475048472815924?l=themopinator.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://themopinator.blogspot.com/feeds/1248475048472815924/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38405535&amp;postID=1248475048472815924&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38405535/posts/default/1248475048472815924'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38405535/posts/default/1248475048472815924'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://themopinator.blogspot.com/2010/10/hummm.html' title='Hummm'/><author><name>The Mop</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04315843951961769637</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://www.burburinho.com/img/nn020706.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38405535.post-335454788668316537</id><published>2010-10-07T18:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-07T18:10:56.641-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The table</title><content type='html'>I've apparently dumped my entire self worth into this stupid thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_I8bhH6okB1M/TK5uymCyOrI/AAAAAAAAAeY/RvpVMV6Z79s/s1600/100_2451.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_I8bhH6okB1M/TK5uymCyOrI/AAAAAAAAAeY/RvpVMV6Z79s/s400/100_2451.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5525475608314919602" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_I8bhH6okB1M/TK5uzAE4kZI/AAAAAAAAAeg/_IBkMo7A-rY/s1600/100_2452.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_I8bhH6okB1M/TK5uzAE4kZI/AAAAAAAAAeg/_IBkMo7A-rY/s400/100_2452.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5525475615303045522" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;First Coat&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38405535-335454788668316537?l=themopinator.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://themopinator.blogspot.com/feeds/335454788668316537/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38405535&amp;postID=335454788668316537&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38405535/posts/default/335454788668316537'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38405535/posts/default/335454788668316537'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://themopinator.blogspot.com/2010/10/table.html' title='The table'/><author><name>The Mop</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04315843951961769637</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://www.burburinho.com/img/nn020706.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_I8bhH6okB1M/TK5uymCyOrI/AAAAAAAAAeY/RvpVMV6Z79s/s72-c/100_2451.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38405535.post-7231149979073513962</id><published>2010-10-06T20:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-06T21:15:59.409-07:00</updated><title type='text'>So much stuff, so little time.</title><content type='html'>It certainly felt like fall tonight. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Shit.... I sat down to write and I have .... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;so may things going on....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and I could use a few extra minutes of sleep rather than blog....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I do have so much to tell you.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Like I said... "Shit was going to change, or things were going to get broke"....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I guess .... things getting broken.... kind of make the change... I guess that is sometimes what has to happen.... you have to Break things and throw off the "Old ways" to make the new ones.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;*punt*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38405535-7231149979073513962?l=themopinator.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://themopinator.blogspot.com/feeds/7231149979073513962/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38405535&amp;postID=7231149979073513962&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38405535/posts/default/7231149979073513962'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38405535/posts/default/7231149979073513962'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://themopinator.blogspot.com/2010/10/so-much-stuff-so-little-time.html' title='So much stuff, so little time.'/><author><name>The Mop</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04315843951961769637</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://www.burburinho.com/img/nn020706.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38405535.post-1582032465493467767</id><published>2010-09-30T20:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-30T20:55:40.078-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Keep fighting!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_I8bhH6okB1M/TKVbspNiH8I/AAAAAAAAAeQ/rrsFv5fSM2I/s1600/img-3d-animations-workin-progress-workin-progress-com-433.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 270px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_I8bhH6okB1M/TKVbspNiH8I/AAAAAAAAAeQ/rrsFv5fSM2I/s400/img-3d-animations-workin-progress-workin-progress-com-433.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5522921340574769090" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:10.0pt;font-family:Arial;color:navy"&gt;   Today felt like one of those days where it’s all a little overwhelming. I worked my ass off and will keep doing so. Sometimes it just feels like it’s all going nowhere. The wheels are moving, but I’m still staying in the same place. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 13px; color: rgb(0, 0, 128); "&gt;   It seems obvious by all objective standards that things are getting better. I have this charming woman, who continues to be at my side. Progress seems to be … Being made. But time ticks on, fall is here… Can’t deny it anymore. Still plenty of good riding and wonderful weather. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 13px; color: rgb(0, 0, 128); "&gt;  The rational side of me says “Things can only progress so quickly, don’t expect miracles in just a few months. It’s all a process that will go on forever… Life is a Journey, not a destination.” There is still that part of me what wants a magic wand waved, and for all of it to just magically change.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:10.0pt;font-family:Arial;color:navy"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:10.0pt;font-family:Arial;color:navy"&gt;Well…. More work tomorrow… Keep Fighting!!!!&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:10.0pt;font-family:Arial;color:navy"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38405535-1582032465493467767?l=themopinator.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://themopinator.blogspot.com/feeds/1582032465493467767/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38405535&amp;postID=1582032465493467767&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38405535/posts/default/1582032465493467767'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38405535/posts/default/1582032465493467767'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://themopinator.blogspot.com/2010/09/keep-fighting.html' title='Keep fighting!!!'/><author><name>The Mop</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04315843951961769637</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://www.burburinho.com/img/nn020706.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_I8bhH6okB1M/TKVbspNiH8I/AAAAAAAAAeQ/rrsFv5fSM2I/s72-c/img-3d-animations-workin-progress-workin-progress-com-433.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38405535.post-7451091920910205338</id><published>2010-09-29T21:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-29T21:54:02.648-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Some Blogging</title><content type='html'>I'm sitting here, I should be going to bed. Or Getting to bed... I am going to bed... but I should get there. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Thing are good with my Girlfriend, I'd say she tends to freak out a bit. It's ok... It's not a problem. I am trying hard to not Blog this part of my life. I would say that it's more than good..... &lt;b&gt;It's actually Great. I'm very happy about it&lt;/b&gt;. I got her bike fixed, there are still some wonky issues I want to straighten out... some small stuff. It's funny how Anal I'm becoming about bikes, I'm actually very Anal about my workshop right now. ... but The bikes should work perfect....  Like a Ninja could ride it to kill someone. I also think that a few bike mechanics took advantage... there were some weird part combinations. Also somehow she ended up with silver and black front cainrings... and she said they had never been replaced... Odd that they would come that way from the factory.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_I8bhH6okB1M/TKQSyrEE7iI/AAAAAAAAAeA/fRUd6iWo5RE/s400/100_2082.JPG" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5522559704825654818" /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;One of these was the new chain, the other was the old... cut to the same number of links.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I have a good sense for what is going on "Globally" Emotionally... See I think that all emotions affect each-other. I make you angry, you make someone else angry..... etc.... so some emotions tend to spread... and the last 2 weeks have been kind of nasty. I had 2 different people have Melt downs in the past weeks, Then today I had another..... It's a trend.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Somebody said "The struggle is Life.... Life is a Struggle"... that is probably correct. Seems like some people struggle more than others. Seems like some people are victimizers some people.... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It's interesting, One huge mistake is to think that you know what .... To think you know what someone else is saying... or what they are doing... what their motivation is.... or what their goal is.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I once talked about this as "Subtext". Many people think they Hear Subtext in what people are saying.... and it's true some people talk in Subtext... they imply things through what they say... The problem is when you are not direct... to not live with "Clear intent" as the Buddhists call it. Things are hard enough without being direct.... What you imply and what I infer.... can be totally different things. For the most part.... If i'm to cowardly to say it, and just imply it.... you should feel free to ignore it. See... I may even "imply" something that is unfair... because I can deny it. Also... I may just Imply it so that .... I'm covered "just in case"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;For example:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;You are being a Dick.....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I imply that you might be being a dick....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;if you are being a dick... you may realize that I know it... then knock it off.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;You also may not be being a dick... in which case... I'd hope you ignore it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;On my part... ya... I'm not living with clear intent.... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And the problem is you may take offence to what I'm implying..... assuming you infer it correctly...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;but seriously I can say to most people "Jesus You are a Dick" and most people will just blow it off... especially the dicks. So... If I imply it... people are 10 times as clueless...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;All of this just leads to miscommunication...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Let alone when I just did something.... and didn't want to imply anything with it..... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"I just moved your shirt because it was in my way.... I wasn't saying you are a fucking slob"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Truthfully I know you are a slob... but WTF do I care... just move your fucking shirt. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I guess what I'm saying is.... Tons of people keep freaking out..... Knock it off...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And life is too short... Love a little...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38405535-7451091920910205338?l=themopinator.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://themopinator.blogspot.com/feeds/7451091920910205338/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38405535&amp;postID=7451091920910205338&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38405535/posts/default/7451091920910205338'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38405535/posts/default/7451091920910205338'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://themopinator.blogspot.com/2010/09/some-blogging.html' title='Some Blogging'/><author><name>The Mop</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04315843951961769637</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://www.burburinho.com/img/nn020706.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_I8bhH6okB1M/TKQSyrEE7iI/AAAAAAAAAeA/fRUd6iWo5RE/s72-c/100_2082.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38405535.post-2925127205293396887</id><published>2010-09-26T19:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-26T19:56:32.395-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Long Time....</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_I8bhH6okB1M/TKACFzHQ4HI/AAAAAAAAAd4/Tu0koIN2cTM/s1600/100_2444.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_I8bhH6okB1M/TKACFzHQ4HI/AAAAAAAAAd4/Tu0koIN2cTM/s400/100_2444.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5521415441799503986" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Busy Busy Busy....&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I actually should be doing a computer project this evening.... But it will wait... Maybe at the crack of dawn.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_I8bhH6okB1M/TKACFpF9FGI/AAAAAAAAAdw/BllDXiGRUDI/s400/100_2440.JPG" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5521415439109657698" /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I've been working my ass off.... I wish it was making me rich.... but hopefully some decent money will come soon, it's silly to think about "Rich". I'm really enjoying work these days. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I guess last time we talked I was doing the post Melt down from the GF trying to break up with me. It's been very nice.... More amazing than, i've been able to even Dream for many years. Things can be difficult, every once in a while there are hickups. She may read this... Or she will read this, But... She said "We Fight".... Which isn't true, we have fought, but it's more She Freaks out.... sometimes just because I withdraw because I'm having a bad day or two. I'm big on "to do" lists.... I keep wanting to tell her... "Seriously 'Breaking up' " is not on my To Do list.... So it just isn't happening....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;One of the interesting thoughts going around in my head is ... In the "Shit is going to change, or something is going to get Broke"... Well, I've started to notice how people rebel at the sight of work, or other people working. I think they get all tense, and feel guilty because they are sitting on their ass. I also noticed that, It makes them angry. For the most part I never care what other people are doing, until they get me involved. That is the trick.... If you are going to do nothing... you need to do some work.... because your Lazyness Causes other people to step in and deal with things you aren't willing to do. It's fine as long as you don't mind when someone pushes your 78 Firebird out from the middle of the road where it fell when it rolled off it's Blocks. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The problem is.... when you get upset about how someone moved your shit out of the way. Wow... this doesn't feel like a very developed concept... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;What I'm getting at... is that If you arn't going to do anything... you need to accept it when other people do..... Your inaction forces other people do deal with it. Not in a vindictive way.... It's just "I'm sorry I moved your rusted Piece of shit.... but I had to..... and you don't get to complain about where I put it."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I waxed my nephue's car... So... when you wax a car... the right way... Wax can get on the windows, and you have to clean them after.... SO after I waxed washed and cleaned the interior of his car... He was pissed off, because he had to clean his windows.... I told him he needed to do it..... But somehow he figured he would get "Victim Status" by complaining about it... Not realizing that with the exception of Cleaning his carpets and glass(the easy part), I had completely detailed his car.. But I'm the dick...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Let me just add, There have been several incidents over the past 6 months of this.... Where some Douchbag, who usually thinks they can get away with some asshatery has gotten "The Hammer" ... I just... You know.... Why Get in my Grill.... I know that in order to make an omelet I have to break some eggs..... I'm not afraid to Crack you like an egg.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I also never really understood the conservative complaint about "Victim status" ... until now. I will certainly agree that it is "Weak Sauce".... but it does seem like some people are all about trying to waist everyones time trying to convince everyone that they are a victim. Then start using people.. Seems to be Mostly Middle aged white Males.... as opposed to ... Black and Hispanic woman with children.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Maybe it is just "White Males" who get away with it. Let me also say that most of them need to have been told No a few more times in their lives....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I don't know...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm tired... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The pictures are Jam I've been doing.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_I8bhH6okB1M/TKACFS-nFAI/AAAAAAAAAdo/sXC4gSywuPw/s400/100_2436.JPG" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5521415433173275650" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38405535-2925127205293396887?l=themopinator.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://themopinator.blogspot.com/feeds/2925127205293396887/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38405535&amp;postID=2925127205293396887&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38405535/posts/default/2925127205293396887'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38405535/posts/default/2925127205293396887'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://themopinator.blogspot.com/2010/09/long-time.html' title='Long Time....'/><author><name>The Mop</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04315843951961769637</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://www.burburinho.com/img/nn020706.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_I8bhH6okB1M/TKACFzHQ4HI/AAAAAAAAAd4/Tu0koIN2cTM/s72-c/100_2444.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38405535.post-6837701979763802644</id><published>2010-09-10T06:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-10T06:58:19.426-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Habanero  Peach Jam</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_I8bhH6okB1M/TIo3uFf79gI/AAAAAAAAAdg/kD9jRFMEDNM/s1600/100_2100.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_I8bhH6okB1M/TIo3uFf79gI/AAAAAAAAAdg/kD9jRFMEDNM/s400/100_2100.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5515281958558234114" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_I8bhH6okB1M/TIo3tgLnbXI/AAAAAAAAAdY/G5zMlxsTlAc/s1600/100_2114.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_I8bhH6okB1M/TIo3tgLnbXI/AAAAAAAAAdY/G5zMlxsTlAc/s400/100_2114.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5515281948540890482" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I picked up some Peaches from Brigham City, and threw this together. This one is actually hotter than my other Habanero Jams. And it has a nice deep Rich Flavor from some other ingredients. Organic, Vegan, Wheat Free, Gluten Free, Unbleached Cane Sugar. No Dies or Chemicals. Fruit and Pectin. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I will try and avoid marketing here... But I'm very tempted to sell this stuff on E-Bay and Etsy&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38405535-6837701979763802644?l=themopinator.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://themopinator.blogspot.com/feeds/6837701979763802644/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38405535&amp;postID=6837701979763802644&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38405535/posts/default/6837701979763802644'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38405535/posts/default/6837701979763802644'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://themopinator.blogspot.com/2010/09/habanero-peach-jam.html' title='Habanero  Peach Jam'/><author><name>The Mop</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04315843951961769637</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://www.burburinho.com/img/nn020706.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_I8bhH6okB1M/TIo3uFf79gI/AAAAAAAAAdg/kD9jRFMEDNM/s72-c/100_2100.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38405535.post-1720051488898199914</id><published>2010-09-08T08:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-08T08:51:40.427-07:00</updated><title type='text'>update update</title><content type='html'>It's not the best thing to ... Blog real life.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So.... apparently we had some kind of misunderstanding. I was trying to get some stuff done, and not feeling at the top of my game, and this great woman i'm dating thought I was breaking up with her.... Then it all escalated... she wanted her bike back... etc....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I figured she was breaking up with me, she figured the same thing about me.... I aparently didn't respond to her asking me in an email if we were breaking up....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;it was a whole thing....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Lack of communication in the modern digital age.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I really care about her... and even worse this whole thing tore us both up...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We must like each-other. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38405535-1720051488898199914?l=themopinator.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://themopinator.blogspot.com/feeds/1720051488898199914/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38405535&amp;postID=1720051488898199914&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38405535/posts/default/1720051488898199914'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38405535/posts/default/1720051488898199914'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://themopinator.blogspot.com/2010/09/update-update.html' title='update update'/><author><name>The Mop</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04315843951961769637</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://www.burburinho.com/img/nn020706.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38405535.post-3855460333422328434</id><published>2010-09-08T06:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-08T06:55:10.274-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Paint layer 9</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_I8bhH6okB1M/TIeVTN6x7vI/AAAAAAAAAdQ/EmAuK9zHY2g/s1600/100_2089.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_I8bhH6okB1M/TIeVTN6x7vI/AAAAAAAAAdQ/EmAuK9zHY2g/s400/100_2089.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5514540426124717810" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;this is my MAME project Multipul Arcade Machine Emulator. Cocktail Version.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Because we all need Cock-Tale-s&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38405535-3855460333422328434?l=themopinator.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://themopinator.blogspot.com/feeds/3855460333422328434/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38405535&amp;postID=3855460333422328434&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38405535/posts/default/3855460333422328434'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38405535/posts/default/3855460333422328434'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://themopinator.blogspot.com/2010/09/paint-layer-9.html' title='Paint layer 9'/><author><name>The Mop</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04315843951961769637</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://www.burburinho.com/img/nn020706.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_I8bhH6okB1M/TIeVTN6x7vI/AAAAAAAAAdQ/EmAuK9zHY2g/s72-c/100_2089.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38405535.post-93133476125921509</id><published>2010-09-05T08:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-05T08:39:40.810-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Update</title><content type='html'>Well... Here it is Some 9 months later, after trying to do Anything I can to Change my life...&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Here is the updated.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;I can't take a decent shower.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;My Living conditions are Worse&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I've spent way too much money&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;At this moment I'm as miserable as I've been.... Well this is in the top 5... If not worst. Fantastic.....&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;And the Cherry..... GF broke up with me.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;div&gt;HTFU... I guess. Ten tons of work for nothing.... For Regress!! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I guess I better shut up and get to work.... If i'm lucky in 9 more months of hard work... I can be homeless. They say... when you are stuck in a hole... Stop Digging.. I'm not sure that is going to work, Going back to being a victim in my life...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I guess there were some good times.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;If you don't realize why I've been so quiet.... this is why. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Fuck!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38405535-93133476125921509?l=themopinator.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://themopinator.blogspot.com/feeds/93133476125921509/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38405535&amp;postID=93133476125921509&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38405535/posts/default/93133476125921509'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38405535/posts/default/93133476125921509'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://themopinator.blogspot.com/2010/09/update_05.html' title='Update'/><author><name>The Mop</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04315843951961769637</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://www.burburinho.com/img/nn020706.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38405535.post-4418377817809950244</id><published>2010-09-02T20:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-02T21:16:00.054-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Update</title><content type='html'>Well.... Let me just start by saying how fond I am of this woman I'm dating. It is very much making the hard and difficult parts of life easier. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I've been very quiet on the "Social Networking" front. I'm so packed full of shit to do right now. It's hard to find time for everything. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Now Onto The stuff&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I guess some of us never work on enlightenment. The concept is this, if you can understand yourself you can understand others and it helps to understand the world. If you don't realize how we fool ourselves.... How you fool you.... you can't even start.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;Hustlers of the world, there is one Mark you cannot beat: The Mark Inside. - William S. Burroughs&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Honestly, if you aren't aware of your own foolishness... your own ways you defeat yourself... the ways you lie to yourself...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Well you are fucked... and you are Clueless. As someone said to me, You are a Pinball person... You act you React.... That is it... You are an Animal... a Beast... a Slave to your instincts and random Fluid production.... Saliva Semen.... Shit Piss...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;div&gt;Inter faeces et uriname nascimur (Between Shit and piss we are born)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;St. Augustine&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div&gt;The Awake, The Asleep, And The Dead...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;If you aren't constantly fighting your own lies.... someone else has to fight them for you.... And you are probably one of "The Dead"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38405535-4418377817809950244?l=themopinator.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://themopinator.blogspot.com/feeds/4418377817809950244/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38405535&amp;postID=4418377817809950244&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38405535/posts/default/4418377817809950244'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38405535/posts/default/4418377817809950244'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://themopinator.blogspot.com/2010/09/update.html' title='Update'/><author><name>The Mop</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04315843951961769637</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://www.burburinho.com/img/nn020706.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38405535.post-5551661459289976545</id><published>2010-08-22T22:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-22T22:26:30.531-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Authority...</title><content type='html'>I had another encounter this morning... Like many people, I was able to access beverages on the Tour of utah's hospitality, this weekend.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This morning.... it was seriously a "Race start" which means... Nothing is going on; but a sign in warm ups and a little parade. At Race starts, it's one place where you will guarantee yourself the inability to see any "Racing"..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But... It was early, and I was out late, I went for a cup of TOFU coffee, and got hand slapped... Ok.... sure I deserve a good hand slap... for many things... I'll admit it. But... It's rare that I get one for getting a cup of shitty coffee.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;There was some woman "Cock Blocking" the coffee. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;me, "I just want a cup of coffee"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;her, "Do you have a pass"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;me, "Yes" &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;ok at this point my cup of coffee was full.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Her, "that pass was for yesterday"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Me, "Nope, its for today and yesterday, that is how they broke them down." Both Park City events for my pass, are the same one.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Her, "Really, they don't tell me anything"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Me, "sure, read it.... bla bla bla sunday morning"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Her, "ya, they dont' tell me anything"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;me, "if you don't know anything, why did you stop me? I mean sure.....But All you have is coffee and some shitty day old Danish. Seriously... nobody important is coming this morning, they are tired, and are going to snowbird. Only the True believers are here at the start. AND SERIOUSLY... ITS A CUP OF GOD DAMN COFFEE i DRINK 40 OF THEM A DAY... SURE STARBUCKS SELLS THEM LIKE THEY ARE MADE OF GOLD.... BUT FUCK.... i DRINK TWO POTS A DAY..... AND IF YOU DON'T GET OUT OF MY WAY... I'LL CHEW YOUR FUCKING ARM OFF!!!!"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;(OK, i'm embellishing here... I just wanted to kill her for Cock Blocking me from the coffee... and from the look of her... she needed to stop with the cock blocking and let a few in!!!)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;after this incident, I had watched and I didn't see anyone else able to get coffee. I do suspect that the coffee at the start of the event was ..... ornamental only.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38405535-5551661459289976545?l=themopinator.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://themopinator.blogspot.com/feeds/5551661459289976545/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38405535&amp;postID=5551661459289976545&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38405535/posts/default/5551661459289976545'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38405535/posts/default/5551661459289976545'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://themopinator.blogspot.com/2010/08/authority.html' title='Authority...'/><author><name>The Mop</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04315843951961769637</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://www.burburinho.com/img/nn020706.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38405535.post-4113019747242930894</id><published>2010-08-22T20:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-22T21:24:03.184-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Quest for Status</title><content type='html'>For the most part I've grown up here. I have never been a big fan of Park City... The problem is 'I don't get it'.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Me, 'What are you up to?'&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Them, 'i'm going to park city'&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;me, 'why what are you going to do?'&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;them, (there are two options here)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;     Either;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;'Going to the outlet stores' &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt;   &lt;/span&gt;or &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt;   &lt;/span&gt;'Going to the bar'&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Me, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt;   &lt;/span&gt;"why would you do that? are the outlet stores a good deal?" &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt;   &lt;/span&gt;or&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt;   &lt;/span&gt;"But if you drink up there, it's another hour to get home?"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Them, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt;   &lt;/span&gt;"Not really a good deal" &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt;   &lt;/span&gt;Or &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt;   &lt;/span&gt;"well, if we need to we can stay"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;me, "Well why would you do that?"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Them, "Well it's fun!"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;me, "you can shop on the internet and get a better deal" or "But there are better bars here"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;them, "But that isn't as much fun."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So, i've been to both these activities.... and seriously it's the same shit both places. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This reminds me of the old "Condo at Snowbird" trick.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Me, "Hey, what are you doing this weekend."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;them, "oh, me and the family have a 'Condo at Snowbird' "&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;When I was young this sounded impressive. Until you get invited up to visit the "Condo". I realized that "Condo" meant Time share on a hotel room. Worse, sitting in the "Hotel Room" you can browse the Pricing for "Condo at Snowbird" and when I was 16 it was a few grand for maybe a couple weekends over the summer.... and NO weekends over the winter. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Knowing me, I'm an asshole so there I am sitting in the "Condo at Snowbird".&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I say, "But this is like a Hotel Room"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;them, "But it's at snowbird."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;me, "but there is just a pool, and a bad one at that, and some overpriced food."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Them, "But it's up in the cool air"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Me, "but I could get a hotel room in Salt lake for $30 and drive up here... and still go to a better pool, not paying $500 per weekend"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Them, "you just don't get it"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Me, "nope"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;See to me its paying in order to say "Condo At Snowbird".&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Last night after the crit, some bozo was trying to get me to get some rooms in Park city for $40, which isn't that bad a deal. I imagine I could pull off a weekend for $60 or something. I imagine there could have been a catch. Truth is, they were trying to sell me the opertunity to say "Spending the weekend in Park City"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So, the start of Stage 5 was at the "Newpark Hotel" in "Park City" or "Deer Vally" whichever you wanted to say. As I sat there, watching the race stage, It occurred to me that the Newpark hotel, which I'm sure is one of the places I could have stayed for my "Deal to stay in parkcity"... is more a Hotel on the interstate, attached to a strip-mall/Outlet mall(with american-Bistro-like-synthetic coffee shops). than it was "Staying in Park City".&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It must be me.... cause I just don't get it... I guess from a couple's standpoint.... it's hotter to have sex in a new place, than the old one.... maybe that is the point. But seriously... I think I can stay at a hotel on just about any interstate... I mean... I'd like one near something Awesome, like The world's largest Ball of Twine, or The largest Bowling ally in the world.... now that would be Awesome.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_I8bhH6okB1M/THH0SdBwNrI/AAAAAAAAAc4/-XFqRcYOOSE/s1600/100_2025.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_I8bhH6okB1M/THH0SdBwNrI/AAAAAAAAAc4/-XFqRcYOOSE/s400/100_2025.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5508452417117632178" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38405535-4113019747242930894?l=themopinator.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://themopinator.blogspot.com/feeds/4113019747242930894/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38405535&amp;postID=4113019747242930894&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38405535/posts/default/4113019747242930894'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38405535/posts/default/4113019747242930894'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://themopinator.blogspot.com/2010/08/quest-for-status.html' title='Quest for Status'/><author><name>The Mop</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04315843951961769637</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://www.burburinho.com/img/nn020706.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_I8bhH6okB1M/THH0SdBwNrI/AAAAAAAAAc4/-XFqRcYOOSE/s72-c/100_2025.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38405535.post-8231277943922450613</id><published>2010-08-19T21:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-19T22:17:36.715-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Please let the Bear/Bull/Hammer Return!!!</title><content type='html'>For those that follow, it's been an aggressive year for El Mopo. It's very important for me to be making progress and being Productive. So far it's been a good year.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The last few weeks have been a different story. In fact i'm not sure if it's been Two bad weeks or Three, that is how bad it's been. Sure I could try and look back and figure it out... but What if it's been three... I'm trying not to think about it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It now seems like I have either some kind of cold or allergies or The dust in my bedroom seems to be getting to me. It's hard to figure out which... I just know it sucks, and is hard to breath, but not here in the room seems to feel better.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It all started with a project I didn't want to do. Some Nitwit said "Lets do this"... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I said, "no, Bad Idea"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;they said "No Really!! this is a great idea"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I said, "No Seriously You don't have it in you to do what you need to do. I have enough crap going on I can't bail you out of it if it goes bad."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;they said, "But it's important."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I said, "That doesn't mean that it's not Impossible."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;They said, "No Really, we can do it."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I said, " I think the We... is Heavily Dependant on ME! I don't think it can be done."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;They said, "I insist."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Well that project has gone sideways ever since, and worse there is almost no profit potential for me, and plenty of Emotional Loss involved. Which was my reservation... High Risk, No Reward.... It's called FUCKING STUPID!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;To top it all off On tuesday My GF's bike went south. Of course this is all very similar, a few weeks ago she said "I think I'm going to do the maintenance on my own bike." Which sounded suspiciously like "You should fix my bike for me.". &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;She says "Can we look at my bike." &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Me, "When?" &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Her "I'm very busy! You take it, I'll come over later."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Me, "Right"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The front of the drive train is wonky, the front chainrings want to follow the Rear. Big cogs it wants to be in the Small Chainring, Middle Cogs it wants to be in the middle, Small Cogs it wants to be in the Big Chainring. and if it's not it skips. I know my bike doesn't do that. It makes the most sense that it's the Chain, and that it's warn out. But it could be the Front Rings....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Right, The Front Dérailleurs are for CHANGING not holding it in Gear?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Maybe a fresh look in the morning....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But seriously, it's taking too much time and it's just punting the replacement of most of the drivetrane which is all a mix of shimano 9 components. Tiagra, Ultegra, 105, and a SRAM cassette... anyone spell KLUDGE?. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And all of this..... and what I really need... what the Heavens need to open up for me... is about 4 weeks of Really good work. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Welll *cough cough cough Sneeze Snot Hack Phlem*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It's hard to get Psyched about TOFU.... Sorry Kids.... I am following...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Go T-mac!!!! I think about him all the time... and he was a ton of fun last year at TOFU... He is missed...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38405535-8231277943922450613?l=themopinator.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://themopinator.blogspot.com/feeds/8231277943922450613/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38405535&amp;postID=8231277943922450613&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38405535/posts/default/8231277943922450613'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38405535/posts/default/8231277943922450613'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://themopinator.blogspot.com/2010/08/please-let-bearbullhammer-return.html' title='Please let the Bear/Bull/Hammer Return!!!'/><author><name>The Mop</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04315843951961769637</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://www.burburinho.com/img/nn020706.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38405535.post-896928424440950296</id><published>2010-08-18T21:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-18T21:24:29.630-07:00</updated><title type='text'>HTFU 2</title><content type='html'>Today was a nasty day. I'm not psyched about whining about it. Some days I feel like I have no ability to accomplish anything, of course my horrible sinuses didn't help. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I took a few naps, called it a sick day. Bla Bla bla......&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I do seem to be feeling better. I'm at that point where I can't stand the idea of laying down and watching a movie.....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ya.... Well HTFU... Or whining about it is all I have...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Here is to a better tomorrow.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38405535-896928424440950296?l=themopinator.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://themopinator.blogspot.com/feeds/896928424440950296/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38405535&amp;postID=896928424440950296&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38405535/posts/default/896928424440950296'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38405535/posts/default/896928424440950296'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://themopinator.blogspot.com/2010/08/htfu-2.html' title='HTFU 2'/><author><name>The Mop</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04315843951961769637</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://www.burburinho.com/img/nn020706.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38405535.post-3290033792958219798</id><published>2010-08-16T19:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-16T20:12:49.086-07:00</updated><title type='text'>HTFU. Sometimes you are a Super Hero, Sometimes</title><content type='html'>You are just a dork in tight clothing and a stupid hat. After a month of trying to make it over the north side of Suncrest then up Alpine loop. I finally made the journey last saturday. That was nice, but after getting dropped on the climb up suncrest by 100 yards, and having some SkiUtah Couple smoke me up Alpine, I didn't exactly feel like the hammer.&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It's been a long few weeks.... Seriously Long. Like I've been saying, shit is going to change or Something is going to break. Well, things are close to the breaking point. I tell you what, there is nothing like an understanding Girlfriend, who says "Listen Buster!!! Don't you Withdraw from me! Tell me about it, so I can help! or at least give you a hug!"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Of course none of that makes things .... easy, right now. It does help. I guess it is time to do what I can to create a more Stable life, or a more stable.... day to day existence. hmmm...&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;I guess I'm going to try and get in a pattern of writing every day. I'm not sure i've said it, but I want to try and write something and get it published. I'd at least like to start by writing something that I'd like to "Submit" for publication. I guess that is the first step. Sure it will get rejected or whatever, but it sounds like fun. Quite a few people tell me that though i'm almost functionally illiterate, with my writing, I can turn a phrase from time to time.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I may have a sinus infection.... See how well I write!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Tour of utah starts tomorrow. Ya... I don't have much planned, I'm not even sure how much i'll manage to watch. Kill it guys!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38405535-3290033792958219798?l=themopinator.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://themopinator.blogspot.com/feeds/3290033792958219798/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38405535&amp;postID=3290033792958219798&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38405535/posts/default/3290033792958219798'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38405535/posts/default/3290033792958219798'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://themopinator.blogspot.com/2010/08/htfu-sometimes-you-are-super-hero.html' title='HTFU. Sometimes you are a Super Hero, Sometimes'/><author><name>The Mop</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04315843951961769637</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://www.burburinho.com/img/nn020706.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38405535.post-5089044456605321489</id><published>2010-08-12T00:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-12T00:10:35.754-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Leap into uncertainty</title><content type='html'>Well, I've been enjoying this 'leap into uncertainty' thing. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I rode Big Cottonwood tuesday night, and I'm not sure I ate enough. It's taken a ton of feeding to recover. Of course blowing through 2k calories in addition to ones usual daily burn. It's kind of a big ride and I'm not sure I realize it yet.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;shit..... this is all I have....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm trying.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38405535-5089044456605321489?l=themopinator.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://themopinator.blogspot.com/feeds/5089044456605321489/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38405535&amp;postID=5089044456605321489&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38405535/posts/default/5089044456605321489'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38405535/posts/default/5089044456605321489'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://themopinator.blogspot.com/2010/08/leap-into-uncertainty.html' title='Leap into uncertainty'/><author><name>The Mop</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04315843951961769637</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://www.burburinho.com/img/nn020706.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38405535.post-1908732824570491338</id><published>2010-08-11T14:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-11T14:08:19.255-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Compression socks</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_I8bhH6okB1M/TGMQft8yUCI/AAAAAAAAAcY/Oe8KTnoS5CI/s1600/100_1979.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_I8bhH6okB1M/TGMQft8yUCI/AAAAAAAAAcY/Oe8KTnoS5CI/s400/100_1979.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5504261306673418274" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I was against them as cyclist Hokum.... but I'm starting to warm up to them&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38405535-1908732824570491338?l=themopinator.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://themopinator.blogspot.com/feeds/1908732824570491338/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38405535&amp;postID=1908732824570491338&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38405535/posts/default/1908732824570491338'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38405535/posts/default/1908732824570491338'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://themopinator.blogspot.com/2010/08/compression-socks.html' title='Compression socks'/><author><name>The Mop</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04315843951961769637</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://www.burburinho.com/img/nn020706.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_I8bhH6okB1M/TGMQft8yUCI/AAAAAAAAAcY/Oe8KTnoS5CI/s72-c/100_1979.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38405535.post-8942834307467925886</id><published>2010-08-05T23:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-06T00:13:01.513-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Hello Blog</title><content type='html'>I'm not sure what I'm going to write. A little insomnia, I'm completely worked. Sore legs... the whole bit. I took a few more Ibuprofen hopefully that will help. Either that or there is an impending Crap. Sure, there is always an impending crap... I just mean one in the next hour.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I wish I knew what was keeping me up. There were thoughts about old jobs... Old projects. Usually there is some thread some "Unresolved thing". This was about turkeys. It was thanksgiving and they gave us frozen turkeys. They had them in the Break room in the refrigerator or freezer. I didn't grab mine because... well if it was sitting in my car it wouldn't be refrigerated. I left it and some schumuck grabbed it(Probably the Supervisor). So they ordered some more, and said "Well if we don't eat them, we will donate them to the shelter."... When the new ones showed up I said "Ya, I'm good with mine going to a shelter." At thanksgiving the grocery stores just about give away turkeys. $3 for a whole bird. Well some schumuck grabbed all of them again(Probably the supervisor). Suddenly they wanted to get more(probably the supervisor). So I'm sure he had 12 of them in his trunk. I hope they made him sick, not being refrigerated for the rest of the shift.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And that was keeping me awake...... There were some other things.. but just about as lame.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Umn... I made a comment about how I wanted my life to be different. I guess all the blog readers know this. It's certainly more than having a Great Girlfriend... Which I have BTW... and I'm not just sucking up because she reads this.... I promise.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I don't.... WANT.... I gave that up years ago. I know that what ever we get... is going to be different than what we want. So why bother.... I don't know... seems like at one point... at this point I gave up... just a bit. It seems like that "Wanting" is what drives most people. I just think it's pointless.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Well, I'm going to try and go back to bed... or take that crap I was talking about. The Gardie Jackson thing was super funny... Great that it was so important for him to keep saying "This is all a Joke"... I mean seriously... we( or someone else) show him all that love... and he thinks it's a joke... (see, now this is a joke). And seriously Sandy... Put some conditioner in your hair, get some Color in there... and you could be brothers. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38405535-8942834307467925886?l=themopinator.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://themopinator.blogspot.com/feeds/8942834307467925886/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38405535&amp;postID=8942834307467925886&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38405535/posts/default/8942834307467925886'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38405535/posts/default/8942834307467925886'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://themopinator.blogspot.com/2010/08/hello-blog.html' title='Hello Blog'/><author><name>The Mop</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04315843951961769637</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://www.burburinho.com/img/nn020706.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38405535.post-4273112029747490518</id><published>2010-08-04T00:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-04T00:58:19.410-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Blog</title><content type='html'>Here I am... no sleep at 1:30am. It's something I ate. I fell asleep at 10 and woke up at 11:30. That didn't help. With the indigestion, it's some of the old worries. Like I say, "No matter where you go, there you are.".&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;My Girlfriend is nice.... I keep calling her The Girlfriend, that is kind of disconnected and fucked up but appropriate for the blog not for Real life. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm not sure where the blog is going, I'm not psyched about Killing it or anything. I'm not sure I've said it but I still want to try and write something and get it published. My Girlfriend Knows about the blog... so it's hard to write anything.... I can't write my personal feelings, she wouldn't appreciate my writing my/our Intimate stuff down and sharing it with you people. Worse, if I write something I'll get an early morning phone call.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; I know I am not comfortable with it. Point being, i'm not sure where the blog is going... It's going somewhere, Just not sure where. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;  It's still a good place to write my flights of fancy, when I have them.... about Meeting porn stars riding up Big Cottonwood.... If it truly did happen or not.... or maybe I just remembered some dude from College or High School... and decided to suspect the reason I was familiar with them... was because they were a porn star and not someone who sat across the room in math class....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I've been playing with blip.fm Wow... you think Twitter or facebook are messed up.... imagine people trying to socially network using music... it's madness. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But You know.....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Well, I have a big morning... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I need to lay down and .... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;pretend I can sleep..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Maybe this time&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38405535-4273112029747490518?l=themopinator.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://themopinator.blogspot.com/feeds/4273112029747490518/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38405535&amp;postID=4273112029747490518&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38405535/posts/default/4273112029747490518'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38405535/posts/default/4273112029747490518'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://themopinator.blogspot.com/2010/08/blog.html' title='The Blog'/><author><name>The Mop</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04315843951961769637</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://www.burburinho.com/img/nn020706.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38405535.post-6054602825253304896</id><published>2010-07-29T20:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-29T20:39:47.714-07:00</updated><title type='text'>ho hum</title><content type='html'>long time no see blog.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Not sure I can do this..... hmmmm.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I woke up early and sucked down a ton of pancakes and rode suncrest. 2:30 from here and back that is good time. it's roughly 2 hours to butterfield and back with no climbing. 4 hours from here to Millcreek or Big Cottonwood...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So... some good riding...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;well... I think that is all I want to report right now..... Wish it was more interesting.....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;fuck...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38405535-6054602825253304896?l=themopinator.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://themopinator.blogspot.com/feeds/6054602825253304896/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38405535&amp;postID=6054602825253304896&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38405535/posts/default/6054602825253304896'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38405535/posts/default/6054602825253304896'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://themopinator.blogspot.com/2010/07/ho-hum.html' title='ho hum'/><author><name>The Mop</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04315843951961769637</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://www.burburinho.com/img/nn020706.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38405535.post-5571353440971893473</id><published>2010-07-21T18:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-21T18:31:16.585-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Need to</title><content type='html'>try and hold 600+ watts for longer than 30 seconds.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_I8bhH6okB1M/TEefQPGB4SI/AAAAAAAAAcQ/Y-wxX8HuBCs/s1600/wats.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_I8bhH6okB1M/TEefQPGB4SI/AAAAAAAAAcQ/Y-wxX8HuBCs/s400/wats.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5496536971507523874" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38405535-5571353440971893473?l=themopinator.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://themopinator.blogspot.com/feeds/5571353440971893473/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38405535&amp;postID=5571353440971893473&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38405535/posts/default/5571353440971893473'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38405535/posts/default/5571353440971893473'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://themopinator.blogspot.com/2010/07/need-to.html' title='Need to'/><author><name>The Mop</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04315843951961769637</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://www.burburinho.com/img/nn020706.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_I8bhH6okB1M/TEefQPGB4SI/AAAAAAAAAcQ/Y-wxX8HuBCs/s72-c/wats.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
