my careless contagion

What can I say about a woman of whom I've said too much already? A little bit more. Comparing our lives — the quality of which derived from our internal world — it's easy to see she is far and above this humble author. Cindy is decidedly too good for me. She is, seemingly without trying, what a Christian woman should be. To my eyes, it is effortless; she simply embodies many virtues. When I think of what a mother, wife, or what a woman should be, she always comes to mind. Thanks to her, I now know how a woman should be. Thanks to her, I now know how a woman should love. Thanks to her, I now know how to love, period. She has always been — and will always be — my measure of what is good and right and beautiful in a woman.  Photographs of us taken three years ago show the mismatch. I wore my Sturgis t-shirt, and she wore a TeamMates shirt. I wore more than that, though. (ha, yes, I was fully clothed) I wore the scars of a difficult life. She weathered her difficulties a...

Yes. I got a message from a devoted fan of my blog to write about my pet peeves. So, thanks, I will! (That's a joke for the editor; he'll think it's funny) I'm actually incredibly easygoing (unless I'm hungry), so not much rattles me. These are more fun than anything else. And it's safe to say this blog needs some levity. I wrote this post a while ago. I hope it makes someone laugh. Poo-Pourri. The commercials are terrible. The actual product is even worse. Thank you, because I now associate the lovely smells of lavender and vanilla with all y'alls taking shits. And all y'alls seem to shit a lot. Or that stuff you spray stays in the air a lot longer than any shit smell possibly could.  When someone asks you what you think, then they cut you off and tell you what they think. Or what you should think. Why don't you just tell me what you think and we'll skip the pretense of caring what I think.   Weird stuff my son's mom make...

Fifty reasons why I am bad at relationships (and life in general). Haha, prepare yourself for a long post. It's quite possible I made some of these up. Hint: I didn't make up the first one. Or the last one. 1) My voice is shitty. It vacillates between sounding like Hank Hill, the protagonist of King of the Hill (an animated series created by Mike Judge), and Ned Flanders from The Simpsons. I'm surprised I was allowed to have sex with a woman, any woman, with a voice like this. I'm pretty sure there's a law against it. Don't make me yell for any reason or bears will come out of the forest and eat babies out of sheer annoyance. I sound like a dying pterodactyl. Making love to another dying pterodactyl. *Shudder* 2) My sex drive went for a drive and never came back. Considering what I have to offer women, that's probably okay. I don't think anyone is going to feel sad they're missing out on my gummy worm. Actually, it's more like a gummy bea...