Monday, March 25, 2013

Perfumed Gays Driving Lawnmowers...


Just kidding! I was having fun trying to incorporate my topics into one title.  I'm still laughing over this one....


The workout on Vin Diesel was a good one. I was looking out the window while on Vin, and noticed a full moon.  Pretty cool view to exercise to. I love the feeling of everything tightening up. It makes me feel invincible!  Although I really needed my morning coffee as sleep was a bit elusive last night. I had been doing better on my sleep, but last night I just couldn’t seem to get comfortable. Too many thoughts running through my head. Ah well.

I go out to my truck, only to see that a flock of birds had a horrible case of dysentery all over one side of the truck! Really???  WTF!

I see the marriage debate is kicking up with Starbucks coming out and telling their traditional marriage shareholders that if they don’t like the Starbucks stance of same sex marriage, then they should sell their shares.  Really?  Where’s the freedom in that? Can’t same sex believers and traditional believers be able to get along and own shares of a company? Why does it have to be only one way?

I honestly don’t care about same sex marriage.  My issue isn’t necessarily with the union, it’s trying to change religion to suit the agenda.  Religion is a difficult thing to change, as a couple thousand years of war can attest to.  I believe that if two people are going to invest their lives in each other, they should have all the rights that anyone else would. No more…no less.  Just because you’re homosexual or lesbian, doesn’t mean you get special rights.  Just because I’m heterosexual doesn’t mean I get special rights.

If the same sex people really wanted it to be about being together, they’d push for a civil union and get all the same rights without calling it marriage. I’m a firm believer that Proposition 8 in California would’ve passed if they called it a “union” instead of a “marriage”. There’s a heavy Catholic influence in California and they couldn’t let that one go.

I’d also like to take back the word “Gay”. Gay used to be a happy-go-lucky word. All the old songs have the word gay in it. When did it start denoting same-sex? Why can’t I be joyous and gay without having someone think that I’m happy and out? Although I’ve always had a thing for Rhona Mitra…shhhh!  People just need to relax and focus on our Country and our economy.

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Had a great discussion with a couple of co-workers regarding men’s cologne. One of the co-workers, always smells awesome. He dresses impeccably, but it’s the cologne he wears that always gets me.  So the three of us are talking about perfume and cologne and how men, in general, don’t necessarily wear it, or when they do, they literally bathe in it.

I would always try and get my ex to wear it, but it just wasn’t his thing. I even told him that it was a turn on and that I would instigate some crazy stuff if he would wear it. Nope…didn’t want to. However, he loved me wearing perfume.  Why the double standard?  I don’t think any less of a man because he wants to smell nice. Why don’t men notice when women pull an exorcist (i.e. head twisting around) when a great smelling guy walks by?  We do appreciate the effort.  There’s nothing I love better than nibbling on a man’s neck and inhaling the awesome scent of good cologne, sweat and him! Every man has his own particular scent and put that with the other two and my knees are weak! It’s a combination of the 5 senses put into play, and smell has every bit to do with bringing the whole package together.

Am I wrong? Don’t guys think the same thing about women and perfume? Don’t answer that question, because I already know the answer…having experienced it firsthand.  Some men “get it”. And if I’m wearing the right perfume, and my shit is together, I can be an unstoppable force that gets what I want.  

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So I hurried home after work to pull of the tire on the Snapper Mower.  This thing is old and I want to say the tires are somewhere between 20 and 30 years old. I needed to get it to the mower shop before they closed at 5.  I managed to make it. Found out that the rubber was shot, so I had them order me two new tires.  If I'm lucky, I'll get to use the mower this weekend.



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