March 31, 2011

Letting Go

In 1985 I went to my first gay country-western bar. I had just moved to Oklahoma City.

I had been a Ballroom Dancer at BYU a few years earlier and I quickly caught on that the two-step is basically the same dance steps as the foxtrot.
I watched the dancing for a while and then realized I wanted to learn how to follow. Which I soon learned was about giving up control.

After many months of stumbles and stepping on toes I finally learned how to let go and let someone else be in control. This was more difficult than I thought! I could appreciate Ginger Rogers more now... she did all those great dance steps, in heels and she did them backwards too!

When I finally felt like I could follow I turned the tables and let my friends know I could lead. I am now bi-directional.

There are some other things in life where we have to gives up control. Knowing the things we can control and the things that we have no power over is a difficult lesson to learn.

I can't control the weather. I can't control traffic. Or other people, their moods and attitudes. I need to give up feeling like I have to control these things.

I can control my diet. I can control my activity level. I can control my mood and attitude and how I respond to people.

Sometimes we have to give up the control and trust too! Just like on the dance floor, it's good when I can close my eyes and just follow someone else's lead; totally trust them with the direction we will go. Why do I fight it in life then? Why can't I just sway to the music and let go with the rhythm of life?

March 30, 2011

Caught off guard

I don't watch a lot of TV.

There are some shows that I like to watch; then I turn the TV off and do something else so that I'm not sitting there for hours watching stupid stuff.

I like watching Glee. I wasn't a big fan of it at first, but it's grown on me.

For some reason I left the TV on after Glee, more as background noise than anything else, but it got me hooked on the show Raising Hope. I kinda like it now!

I love Cloris Leachman and I think she really enjoys playing this part. The dad, Garret Dillahunt is kind of a hottie too.

And it's so convenient that it's on right after Glee. This is the one half hour where I don't mind silly, mindless entertainment.

March 29, 2011

Random weirdness

Alright Jay... I shaved off the weird 70's porn-stache!

Yes Erik, my facial hair does grow quickly!
I'll be back to being a fuzzy-face soon enough.

Oh... this is a new pendant I just got.
It looks black, but it's really purple in the light! Ooohhh!

You might have noticed it when I was poking fun at Brett....
Brett, you know I love ya like I love my luggage! *smooches*

March 28, 2011

Weekend Adventures

Kind of a "Meh" weekend if you ask me.

I started off Friday at a Happy Hour with some coworkers at a fun, off-beat bar called The Grapevine. Then as our stomachs grumbled we started talking about where to eat dinner. I suggested Cyclone Anaya as it wasn't too far away and we were already in the gayborhood. Not a good idea! It took over an hour for them to get us a table for 6. I was a little grumpy by then as I was the one who suggested this place. Then the music was too loud and you could only talk to the person right next to you, and that was almost shouting in their ear. MEH.

Saturday I crawled out of bed a little too early and a little hungover. But I had a mission. Something silly for Sean. Then I started doing chores and stuff around the house. I went shopping for something and realized that I really hate being in a mall. Meh.

I got home, ate out on the patio and re-potted some plants since the weather was so nice. I told myself that I would get some exercise out on the bike trails on Sunday.

I woke up shivering early, early Sunday morning and decided to turn on the heat. Yes, the temperature in Dallas dropped over 30 degrees overnight. And it was misty and gray and chilly all day. Meh!

I met a friend out for brunch at a new place for me. We were enjoying some good conversation but I noticed that time was passing and we still didn't have any food. I ordered a cup of hot chocolate since my tummy was grumbling again. Finally our waitress showed up, not with our food, but an apology and the message that meal was comped, whenever it comes out. It still took about 10 more minutes! Meh.

But didn't the cup of chocolate look good? Yummy! The day stayed gray so I stayed in all afternoon before heading over to a couple's home for dinner. It was a nice visit, hadn't seen them since last year!

Hope y'all had a better weekend. At least I got plenty of time visiting with friends!

March 27, 2011


Some of the ancient earth/nature based religions believe that you have an animal spirit guide. Some believe that an animal has wisdom and lessons you can learn, and that animals can be spiritual teachers.

Animals communicate by not only sounds, but by touch, smell, and body movement. There are two other forms of animal communication; the first is psychic telepathy and the second is spirit. American Indians use these two methods as well as the other more physical forms of communication to talk with their animal guides.

The question is; how do you know or choose a animal spirit guide? Often the animal chooses you and they decide to whom they will reveal themselves and make their friend. Do not fall into the trap of saying, “I think the wolf is a smart, good looking and powerful animal, so the wolf will become my animal guide.” It doesn't work this way.

I've had an idea of who my animal guide is since I was a child; this animal has always fascinated me. I've had many encounters with them, I even dream about them. I had another dream last night that brought this to mind. I dreamed of a squirrel.

This is a photo I took several years ago, it was awesome that he let me get this close to take the picture.

I did a little research and found this about the lessons to be learned from this animal:

Squirrel's Wisdom Includes:
-Ability to solve puzzles
-Quick change of direction
-Storing for the future
-Balance in giving and receiving
-Power of rest during times of non-movement
-Avoiding danger by climbing to a higher place

I know some people may think this is hooey... that's fine, everyone is entitled to their beliefs. But this is something that has fascinated me since I was a child. I really believe in it.

Does anyone else have an animal spirit guide? Anyone feel the same? What is yours?

March 26, 2011

Sean's "Jump The Shark" Challenge

My dear friend Sean over at Idle Eyes issued a challenge to other bloggers to let loose a little; show our silly side and make some silly videos to post on our blogs.

Of course y'all know I'm a little crazy so I knew exactly what I was going to do.

This is also in response to a recent posting from another blogger.
(Read the first couple of comments.. LOL)

March 24, 2011

A Proper Kilt-Check

I noticed a difference in last weekend's adventures; wearing a kilt to a straight bar; wearing the kilt to a renaissance festival and even wearing a kilt to a gay bar.

You gay men don't know how to behave! Only with the gay boys did strangers try to lift it up to get the most obvious question answered immediately. Boys, you must be proper!

If executed correctly it could be way more fun than just trying to get a quick peek.

So, without further ado; here is the way to perform a proper kilt-check.

1) Always always always get the man's permission!
And remember "no" means NO! If he's not interested, let it go.

2) Check the immediate area to make sure no impressionable children (or cubs) are watching or close by.

3) Stand behind the gentleman and place your hand on the outer side of his knee.

4) Slide your hand up the outer thigh,
feeling first for the boxers. Use your free hand to make sure his kilt doesn't "ride up" while you do this giving everyone nearby a free show.

5) If you find no boxer material move your hand up a little higher feeling for the boxer-brief.

6) If you find no boxer-brief, move your hand up to the hip to feel for the tighty-whities or the briefest of briefs. Again, remember to not go to fast or the gentleman will stop the check because he feels too exposed or feels too much of a breeze.

7) You may then proceed, if the gentleman allows, to move your hand to the back to feel for a jockstrap or thong.

8) If the man is indeed regimental (meaning you felt no undergarment material) then declare him to be so and you may then let your hand slide down (across the buttock if you desire) to remove your hand from "down under".

Here are the "no-nos"

Do not:
Lift or "flip up" the gentleman's kilt.
Lay down in the road to look up his kilt.
Use your hands to go under his kilt and grab the family jewels."We are checking to see if he's regimental, not checking to see if he's male!"
Don't ever give a kilt-check without the gentleman's express permission.

There you go and now you know.

It's still your guess if I was regimental or not... you decide!
*evil grin*

March 23, 2011

Mama's boy

Today mom would have been 79 years old.

I found my favorite picture of her taken in 1955.
We always called this her Lucille Ball photo.

I also found one of her favorite poems:

Mother To Child
by Carol Lynn Pearson

Look --
Your little fist
Fits mine
Like the pit
In a plum.

One day
And one size,
These two hands will
Clasp companionably.

Help me, child
Forgive me
When I fail you.
I'm your mother,
But in the end
Merely an older equal
Doing her faltering best
For a dear
Small friend.

Happy Birthday Mom
I love you and miss you

March 22, 2011

New song

I stumbled on this song. I kind of like it....

March 21, 2011

Random Stuff

This last weekend I got to celebrate Ostara with many people who also celebrate the Vernal Equinox. It was also a Super Moon!

After sundown on Saturday night after they closed the gates to the public. The owners then opened up the grounds for a traditional Equinox celebration for the vendors and those camping. There was the big bright full moon shining down on us as people celebrated in a traditional way or more neo-pagan ways. There was a huge bonfire in the middle. Drummers on their darbukas (hand drums) in various shapes and sounds were playing, people were dancing and wines, meads, loki, lambic and other stronger drinks were shared among friends and new acquaintances.

Of course I was rocking the kilt again and was dancing around the fire. This isn't the first time I've done it, this picture was from a similar bonfire after the ren fest in Houston.

(heehee... performing the fine art of beercan-bellydancing)

When I got back into Dallas on Sunday afternoon I caught the tail end of TBR (Texas Bear Round Up). The patio at the Sunday afternoon beer bust was crowded! I finally found Erik who was visit with the Husbear from Pea Ridge. There were so many bears to oogle. Like this one with an awesome bubble butt! Erik got a better picture of it.

Of course I went up to talk to him! We compared our Rampant Lion tattoos (you can see his in this picture if you embiggen it).

It's been a while since I've had to rest up from a long and busy weekend.

March 20, 2011

Weekend Adventures

In pictures:

Fire dancers

Drunk dancers!

How do you celebrate 3 pirate's birthdays? Rum cake!

These are the birthday Pirates! Aarrggghh!

The Ship's crew

The Wenches

What do you do with a drunken sailor?

You know what happens to me when I get drunk?
I get straight curious! LOL


March 18, 2011

St. Paddy's Day Tales

How to rock a kilt!

I like dress-up days. I like wearing a tuxedo when I can. I like being in costume for Halloween. Of course y'all know I love to attend the Renaissance festivals dressed in period clothing and I wear green on St. Patrick's Day. I think I started a new tradition yesterday.

St. Patrick's Day 2011 was my first time wearing my kilt with army boots and t-shirt to a non-rennie event. I was a bit nervous as we started walking to the bar. It helped that my friend was also wearing his kilt. But I realized that wearing a kilt in a situation such as this, one must have swagger. I squared my shoulders, puffed out my chest a little and changed the way I walked. I got a 'rowdy brittish soccer fan' attitude; kind of like this Robbie Williams song. (BTW, this song may be NSFW) LOL

We were met at the door by Robert's girlfriend in her kilt and we walked in, heads held high! We also had our rennie drinking horns with us and the fun started as soon as we got our first drinks at the bar. Robert does well with a Scottish accent and I tried my best too as we started getting some attention from people in the club. The first couple of hours we were asked by a lot of people to get their pictures taken with us. Several young females were convinced that we were Irish, I don't think they've traveled the world much, our accents weren't that convincing. LOL

The club had a large patio with a live band playing. After a few drinks and several shots, the 3 of us were out on the dance floor dancing with all kinds of people. I had fun flirting with both men and women. I kept up the swagger and Brittish rocker attitude and people were enjoying themselves. It was well after midnight when we left, Robert had to work today. We stopped at Hooters for a bite to eat and to help us sober up a bit for the drive back to his place. This was a first for me too, being in a Hooters. LOL

I finally dragged myself home and crawled into bed all safe and sound. Thank Buddha I took today off! Now I'm headed to the renaissance faire in Austin for 2 other friends birthday weekend celebrations.

I really kinda liked that FU kind of attitude! YEA!

Was I going "regimental"? It's your guess....
*evil grin*

March 16, 2011

Coming out meme - Part 2

Here is the continuation of my Coming Out meme:

Ever been to a pride rally? Yes. I carried a banner on the march on Washington when the AIDS quilt was first displayed. I have been to all of them in Dallas since 2000. One year I got a little tipsy and took an accidental nap in Lee Park. LOL

Do you go to gay bars? Not usually. I'll only go to meet up with friends or if I really want to two-step at the Round Up Saloon.

How old were you when you first told someone you were gay? 21 years old. I came out to some close friends at work.

Did you plan it? If so, how? No, the subject came up and some asked me directly so I replied honestly.

What made you choose that person to tell? The friends were kind of putting me on the spot and I felt it would be better to just be honest. I was also very tired of lying all the time.

How did you feel? Relieved that it really didn't matter to them.

Have you ever been snubbed by someone after coming out to them? No, not in my adult life.

Have you come out to your family? Yes. Here's the story: I was living in Oklahoma City with my partner Ken. He came with me to Utah to my youngest sister's wedding but as my 'roommate'. While we were there he got pneumonia. Ken had AIDS and had been involved in a new drug trial at the City of Faith Hospital in Tulsa (yes, at Oral Robert’s University). When we went for his next treatment after we returned from Utah they saw how sick he was and immediately put him in the hospital. One morning after I had been awake with him all night mom called to see how he was. I was so tired that I let it slip that the doctors didn’t give him much of a chance to live. She said; “From pneumonia?” I said that with the AIDS and everything else... Then realized what I said. After a pause that felt like an eternity she asked if he got it from a blood transfusion; I told her no. (another long pause). She asked if he was gay: I told her yes. (another long pause). Then she asked if I was gay and did I have it; “Yes I am and no I am negative”. After an even longer pause all I heard was sobbing.

Why did you come out at that point? It was accidental. But I was tired of the lies. I also had my partner to take care of, I know it was a shock to my family, but it was better that everyone knew.

Are you out at work? Yes and no. Yes to those that know me well. No to those that don't need to know. I figure it's on a "need to know" basis.

If you’ve been outed unwillingly, who did it? When I first started working at [Major Bank] in 1996 I became good friends with Norma. I was still trying to be straight in 1996 and then came back out in 2000. Afterwards she would frequently tell people; "Oh, I've worked with Jim before he knew he was gay." I really didn't like it announced in that way, but no one cared anyway, so... whatever...! LOL

What does being out mean to you? Being honest with yourself and with others who really need to know. It's also acceptance of who you are and not be ashamed of it. There still are some gay men and women out there who are still ashamed about being gay and that just seems sad.

If you could do it all again, would you do it any differently? If so, how? I would have been more open and honest earlier. I would have stood up to the bullies who tormented me. I would have shown my family that being gay isn't evil or bad. But I have to be honest, it was different back then. It happened they way it did... I accept and embrace it. It made me who I am today.

March 15, 2011

Coming Out meme - Part 1

OK! I'll jump on the latest meme bandwagon.

But in writing my answers I wanted to go more into the story a bit. I didn't want to make this a very long post so I'll split it up.

Name: Jim
Country: Dallas, TX, United States
Age: 49

How old were you when you first realized you were gay? 8 years old. I always knew there was something different about me but could never figure out what it was exactly. Then when I was 8 years old I was baptized into the Mormon church by my father. (Mormons baptize by immersion). The church only had a small changing room and I was taking my time changing my clothes because a friend was baptized the same night and I wanted to stay in there to watch his dad undress. Dad pulled me out of there just as my friend's dad was about to drop trou. "Damn it!" LOL

Do you have more gay friends or straight friends? It's about even, but I'd say I have more straight friends.

Biggest turn on? A bubble butt!

Biggest turn off? Young hairless twinks!

Ever been harassed due to your orientation? All through junior high and high school I was teased about being gay. Here's how it all started: Our small town had a swimming pool in the high school and we often went swimming for gym class. Some of the guys thought I was staring at them, but I claimed I was just daydreaming. They teased and bullied me for the next 5 or 6 years! People who would act like my friend when we were alone or in a small group, but would turn on me when more people were around. I could never trust if someone was really a friend or if they were just caught up in a mob mentality. There were some main tormentors that I hated. If I saw them today I would not acknowledge them if we were to meet again.

Have you ever been surprised at the reaction of people who know you are gay? After high school; no, never been surprised. I expected the worst from people and finally didn't care what people thought of me. Everyone one that I've come out to (excluding my family) told me that they loved me anyway, it didn't matter to them.

What is the worst gay stereotype? The news media shows gay men as effeminate, that we are into drag or very promiscuous.

Are you a stereotype? No, I don't fit into any type; I'm not a bear or a cub (and who even knows what an otter is?). I'm not a Muscle Mary or a gym rat. I'm not into fashion or sports. I'm just me.

Part 2 coming out tomorrow.

March 14, 2011


I finished it! 829 pages.

I don't even remember when I started reading it but today I finally finished London by Edward Rutherford. I've been reading it during my lunch break for what feels like a year! It is a historical fiction work of all the people who have lived in London and contributed in their small way. All the way from the Druids and ancient Celtic people to modern Londoners. It actually was about twenty or more short stories in one.

Now what to read next?

Here are my choices:
Les Miserables by Victor Hugo
Dreaming the Eagle by Manda Scott
I could finish reading Bleak House by Charles Dickens
or one that Jay got me called; The Mad Monk of Gidleigh by Michael Jecks

March 13, 2011

Weekend Adventures

The weather in Dallas was beautiful this weekend! Of course I got out on the bike!

And now that I'm on this new quest to remember the good from my life, I was thinking about when I was a kid while I rode today. We lived on the edge of our neighborhood, meaning that behind our backyard was a creek and lots of areas to explore. We could also go three houses up and there was an undeveloped area. We referred to all this land as "the cedars". I don't remember why we nicknamed it that, there were only a few cedar trees, it was mostly weeds and sagebrush.

The cedars were criss-crossed with trails. In the late spring, all summer and early autumn my brothers and I were outside as much as possible. When I got a bike we loved to go down this large hill towards the creek. We always tried to make it up the hill, but this was a one speed bike and I always ended up walking it up the hill.

Yesterday I spent about three hours riding. A coworker joined me for about half the time, but he got tired. LOL. This morning I looked up the Dallas Off-Road Biking Association (DORBA) trail guide. I wanted to try something new since I couldn't get any friends to join me. I noticed a trail in Arlington, close to the Cowboys Stadium and not too far a drive from my house.

The trails were great! There were a couple of technical sections but my favorite area and the one that took me back to my childhood was an area called "The Fun House". It had lots of hills to go down, sharp turns and even a few small hills at the end of the hill to make a jump. Yes... I caught air several times as I was riding these hills and jumps!

At first I was a little intimidated by the steep inclines and almost vertical drops, but I remember being fearless as a kid. I channeled little Jimmy and rode down some awesome hills. Sure, as a kid I would wreck and I even broke by wrist once, but it healed.

Soon a few young guys joined me and they were doing the same thing I was... just having fun riding the trails and catching air on the jumps. Me, a 49.5 year old guy doing the same stuff as some young twenty-something boys. I could have stayed out there longer but this old body started to get a little tired.

Embiggen the pictures if you'd like, and see my afternoon through my eyes. It was wicked awesome!!

March 12, 2011

Focus on the positive

I realize that I have been a Debbie Downer lately. I've been affected by SAD this winter more than usual. Work has also been stressful and that hasn't helped either. So, how do I fix my mood? It's been suggested that I focus on the positive things in my life.

Now I'm dealing with dismay at myself; didn't I already realize this? Haven't I read books and tried to make the time to notice and enjoy the small things in life? I guess it's time to start over.

Maybe I need to go way back and remember the positive things from my whole life; from growing up in small town Utah; from the many friends that I've had since grade school; from the great friends I had in college; from great memories of living in so many areas of the country; from owning my own deli and bar; and now from all my renaissance friends I have.

I'm going to start a journal to write down the positive things I remember. I need this! I need to know how much I have been loved and valued. I need to add to it daily and reread it daily too. I need to ingrain this into my psyche.

March 11, 2011

Five Degrees Meme - final day

Stevie (over at nicetoseestevieb) proposed a Five Degrees meme. Five questions to be answered to give greater insight into the writer’s psyche.

Day Five:
Secret Loves

Rain drops on roses
Whiskers on kittens

Oops! That's something else... LOL

It's probably no secret to close friends but I love gelato, sorbet and sherbets! I could have some with every meal!

I'm a little ashamed to admit it but I secretly love musicals! I know... that is so gay!

Ssshhh... don't tell anyone that I would love to be [secret crush]'s baby's daddy!

I love to try new food products! You remember the old 7Up slogan; "never had it, never will"? That's not true anymore. In the late 1980's I tried and really liked 7Up Gold. (7Up with caffeine) However; I didn't like Altoids licorice. Ew.

I don't want this to get out, but I love nude beaches! I'm a little bit of a voyeur and exhibitionist!

I love to turn up my radio and sing while I'm driving. I also sing in the shower but only when I'm alone.

I love weird offbeat things. Like dates like today. Like 11/11/2011 will be a very cool day for me. I know... geek!

It's been fun playing along and reading other's posts too.

Now I have to start coming up with my own topics again. Ew.

March 10, 2011

Five Degrees Meme - day 4

Stevie (over at nicetoseestevieb) proposed a Five Degrees meme. Five questions to be answered to give greater insight into the writer’s psyche.

Day Four:

I'm a bit perplexed by this topic!

Is it; "what's the difference between the two"? Is it about a person I currently have a crush on or lust after? Is it about my first crush? Do I get a choice to have one or the other? Should I reveal names of blogger buddies that I lust after? Is it about an orange or grape drink?

Well... this is my choice:

I think I have a very different view of lust than most people. Wanting someone is a package deal for me. I may see someone who is extremely handsome but I want to talk to him too. Then if the personality is bad it's all ruined. I also don't look at a guy like just a body part.

I've heard this joke but don't like it:

What's the useless piece of skin on the penis?

"The man"

Meh. I'm not like that. It's a package deal (no pun intended). A man is more attractive to me if he has a great personality and is attracted to me. There has to be some attraction there to get my attention in the first place; but I like someone with a sense of humor, intelligence, a steady job and a good sense of reality too.

For me, if one lusts after something then they want to own and posses it. And that's not fulfilling for me. Love freely given is way better than lust.

Now, when I meet someone and I see all those good qualities in them, then I develop a crush on them. A crush can be fun and flirty. I've admitted I have a secret crush on a fellow blogger. It's harmless because this hottie buddy lives in another city and state! Nothing will come of it (that I know of) because I have no travel plans to said city and state, nor does he have plans to visit Dallas. It's just that I admire a lot of qualities in this person.

I also see some of my straight friends that have a 'man crush' on another guy, so a crush isn't always sexual; whereas with lust, sex is the only thing you want. A crush is a nice little fantasy. In fact, I can can think of several blogger buds that I have a little crush on! I'm not naming names, but y'all know who you are....


March 9, 2011

Five Degrees Meme - day 3

Stevie (over at nicetoseestevieb) proposed a Five Degrees meme. Five questions to be answered to give greater insight into the writer’s psyche.

Day Three:
Happiest Moment

Man, this is another tough one to answer. I have had many, many, happy moments. How do I know what is the happiest moment? It's not like I have a wedding day that was my happiest day or a birth of a child. Those things would rank up there as the best, happiest moments ever. But I am single and childless, everything else pales in comparison.

Well, I guess I'm happiest when I'm with my friends. When I know I am loved and accepted by people I love.

Here are some pictures to help me remember the happiest moments in my life; my times spent with friends.

Here are some some of my happiest moments at the Renaissance Festivals:

March 8, 2011

Five Degrees Meme - day 2

Stevie (over at nicetoseestevieb) proposed a Five Degrees meme. Five questions to be answered to give greater insight into the writer’s psyche.

Day Two:
Toughest Choice

I have made a lot of difficult decisions in my life, but what one is the toughest? Again, thanks to my blog I can go back and read about it.

For those who may be new readers here is a quick story to my life: I grew up in the Mormon church in Utah. I served a mission and then "came out" shortly after. For a myriad of reasons I went back to the Mormon church to try to change in the early 1990s. I have been "back out" since 2000. I stopped identifying being a Christian a few years later and after the LDS church backed the financing of Prop 8 in California I sent in a letter to resign from the LDS church.

Let me clarify; resigning is asking to have your name removed from the records of the church. Excommunication is when you are kicked out of the church because some local church leader deemed you a "sinner". I resigned so that they couldn't judge me like that! I left on my own.

Here is why this was such a tough choice. All my life I had heard about people leaving or being excommunicated and having this dark cloud coming over them because the "spirit of God" left them. How their life fell apart or all these horrible things happened. These horror stories were told by people who had "returned to the fold" and were finally happy again.

Did I fear the "dark feeling" of the spirit leaving me? To be honest yes I did! And this is why it was a difficult decision. What I felt was entirely different though! A huge weight had been lifted from me! I was suddenly free from the rhetoric and judgement of someone who had never been in my shoes and who judge us gays wrongly every day! I still haven't told my family yet. They believe that our family was "sealed" for time and all eternity so that we could all be together in the afterlife. I basically broke that bond. But... that's only if you believe in a God that would only love "conditionally" based on only one way of thinking.

It was a tough choice; but I'm glad I did it!

March 7, 2011

Five Degrees Meme

Stevie (over at nicetoseestevieb) proposed a Five Degrees meme of sorts. Five questions to be answered to give greater insight into the writer’s psyche.

Dumbest Thing Ever Done
Toughest Choice
Happiest Moment
Crush / Lust
Secret Loves

The first topic:
The Dumbest Thing Ever Done

Well, I've done quite a lot of dumb things in my life. Lots! But what's the dumbest thing ever?

I remember a ton of embarrassing thing that I've done and there are numerous funny stories but the truly dumbest things I do are where my mind shuts off and I forget all reason.

Thanks to my blog I can go back and read my dumbest thing I've ever done. You can read the full story from a few years ago: Fountain of the Fool.

I can look back on it now and laugh but at the time I felt so dumb. Oh My God!

I will take someone's advice from that story and put up a video camera the next time I try to do some something like that again. LOL!

March 3, 2011

The story behind the picture # 19

I haven't done this series in a long time; I thought I'd try it again.

Ducks on Whiterock Lake

This was taken in January 2003.

At the time I was living in an area of east Dallas near Whiterock Lake and I often went out there for a walk in the evenings. This particular evening I had my camera with me. I enjoy being outside; it refreshes and recharges me.

As I watched the pale winter sky fill with color I was thinking of a comment I had made to a friend just a few days earlier. I said that I hated winter; there wasn't anything pretty in winter. That evening there were ducks and all kinds of birds out and I was enjoying my walk. I snapped a few pictures and continued on my way. It was really nice to finally have nice weather again and to be outside. I cleared my mind and felt great.

I think it was a few days before I uploaded my pictures to the computer. This one caught my eye, I really don't remember taking it. It proved me wrong; there is beauty when we look for it. I shouldn't hate winter; it's part of the cycle of life and the changing of the seasons.

This may not be the most colorful of pictures; I usually love rich, bold colors. But seeing this picture takes me right back to that long walk out by the lake. It reminds me of my connection to nature and the peace and beauty I can find... if only I take the time to look for it.

So there you go... the story behind the picture.