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 PHYSICAL CONFIDENCE

I am a confidence man.  Pull the hood over my head, hood-wink me if you can.  Does this offend you?  That I defend my physical prowess or lack of.  Offend Defend:  Physical Confidence.  My blog for today.  And yes, is way more than just body language and smoke signals behind leaded-glass.  Has a lot to do with how one sees into the mirror of self-existence.  Physical verification that brings confidence as each day passes, and if it does not, do we still defend the position that offends others. 

Interesting thoughts to me, waiting to be revealed.  Inner thoughts of a confidence man or wait should we say,  this confident man in front of you.  Offend or Defend.  Let’s take the position.  Take the position that its good if its all natural.  No steroids.  No mind games.  Its all about the pre-release special, what happens when his performance comes up a little short.  Defend him and say, “Can happen to us all.  Having a bad day.”  Or say, “I was offended by his performance.  He disrespected me by not bringing his A-Game.”  What was he thinking;  What’s going on?

Physical Performance.  Minimal confidence.  Have to do better, before she beats the crap out of him.  She expects better.  In the real world, away from the cameras.  Situation made easy, just bring it and make sure its good.  Don’t disrespect me by constant freefall from now on.  Had a bad day.  With that I agree.  Now what, should I take you off my dream team, and void you from my day dreams and fantasy sessions. 

Easy girl, and not saying I am one.  But it would be better if and when the physical performance is better than to be expected.  Kiss and Make Up.  Improve your physical performance and make-up.  And that’s the plan, behind this blog:  Offend or Defend:  Physical Performance.

And now I am waiting for The Oscar’s.  Reaching out for the girl on the stage.  Will take what she gives me.  Best Actor.  Best Performance.  Want to feel good.  Receive your applause.  Will keep the acceptance speech short.  Is about trust and love and having confidence in this man and his performance.  Center Stage.

Have read his blogs before.  Not sure what I read and what it has to do with me.  Perhaps nothing.  Might be his Vanity Fair showing.  I am ready.  More than banter and body language.  Direct  contact.  Embraced and Dazzled by you.  Is more than just rapport and connection.  Is the inner feeling of confidence, yours and mine.  Nothing that is offensive nor has to be defended.  Just you and I. 

With all the confidence necessary, so make your move.  Impress yourself, and with that you will satisfy me.  Simple like that.  Is all about  building self-esteem and incremental improvement.  One kiss at a time.  And that’s it for today.  Short and Simple  Pre-release for the big event.  Oscar and Hollywood Night.  Paying tribute for performance and the best of everything.  Every detail on the screen and in the audience, I hope you will applaud.  Even if its true, the Oscar didn’t go to you.  Not this year.  But let’s not rule out the possibility of next year. 

Best Man of the Year. 

Best Performing Partner.

How cool is that. !!!!.

GET DOWN PLEASE

 

GET DOWN, PLEASE.

You say it one more time.  “Get Down, Please.”  Is it a command or a warning.  You try to sound authoritative.  But your heart isn’t really in it.  You have said it so many times before.  If you have raised children, this might sound oh so familiar.  Say it like you mean it.  Repeat yourself a thousand times and do not let any anger show.  Show and Tell. 

Doesn’t matter that all of this is directed towards the cat, who happens to be on the table, and yes:  that annoys you greatly.  Today, the real issue for me is not that the children will fall and hurt themselves. It is about some abbreviated spelling of a complex performance that is my real issue.  SOTU.  Am I suppose to know what that means? 

Rocks and that sinking feeling that you have tossed the first stone, and now the windows are about to rattle and break.  Cleaning up glass is never fun.  But even more so, when you say, “SOTU.”, its similar to when I tell the children or the cat, “Get Down, please.”  Probably should stop there, realizing I am a grown up.  I should know better.  Should know that SOTU is a reporter’s way of saying, State of the Union address.  But it annoys me.  Over and over again, this manipulation.  As if it means something. 

Walked through that door a hundred times.  Should know better by now.  You can’t yell at the children or the President of the United States when he is at the podium delivering his big speech.  “Get Down, please.”  I just want it all to go away.  But one thing I’ve learned.  Its hard and in that hidden place in my mind, SOTU and the words of others scarcely influence me.  I do as I please.  It doesn’t stop because I am polite.  Nor if I am angry.

Just in Time.  Don’t have to be a grandmother to know what to do.  SOTU.  State of the Union.  I need a friend.  Somebody to talk to.  Not the cat.  Before the children come along, who do you share all this with?  I need a friend that reminds me not to worry.  And maybe this is why I need to blog.  Have my frustrations and just put them out there.  Say:  “Get Down, please.” 

Have a cup of tea or a glass of wine.  Take something.  Blow smoke.  Just in Time, I realized.  That’s what I am doing.  This blog.  Touching the hidden places and hoping to escape.  Now and Then, this is how my day starts.  But then I remember.  It will all be over soon.  How fast the children grow up.  How quickly 4 years pass by and this President doesn’t get re-elected.  I love this.  SOTU.  Means very little when you realize, they aren’t listening anyway. Hand-Held Device.  Newspaper headlines are a thing of the past.  Dinosaur  Fast at play.  Or domestic cat.  Is their nature to be this way.  And still.  I persist.  I repeat myself.  “Get Down, Please.”  As if anything less  would be inappropriate.  And that’s it for this day. 

My blog.

A pleasant reminder.  I need a friend.  SOTU.  Just in Time.

DEAD HEAT

DEAD HEAT

I am facing a happy problem, if indeed unfinished business is as simple as no blogs in several weeks.  Not sure the root of the problem, but it’s a happy one, as I pick myself up and just decided.  Write.  Do it now.  Breaks my 6 week losing streak of silence.  Writing is usually fun for me, but for a  while I did the flip-flop.  Evacuated and left the scene.  Virtual World and Digital and it was time for a break.  So that happened, and now it seems the U.S. Postal Service wants to discontinue Saturday Delivery Service.  And that was a wake up call for  me.  No more flirting with the Saturday delivery person, or keeping it real.  Sooner or later, it all goes digital and I am thinking how good is that.  It is a happy problem. 

Like I said.  Inspires me to just sit down and write.  Dead Heat.  Juice and The Power Line. And this will be a blog about priorities.  What is important to you?  What is important to me.  In the middle of winter, breaking silence and bread.  Seeking warm feet and hands, takes the chill off our digital relationships, and now he speaks up.  Between here and there, and now and then, Dead Heat.  My blog for today.


 

Silence and no blogs for what seems like a very long time.  And now I need to decide what is important to tell, and what will be the mystery at the end of the year.  2012 and maybe I was disappointed that the Mayan Calendar was about something else, and End of This World, as we know it never came.  So here we are.  Required to go on, and the explanation they gave didn’t hold water for me.  Myth and Spin.  Earth on its Axis.  We are still here.  All clownish and putting on an act, media charm and people with something to say, but in the end it was a Dead Heat.  Nothing Happened.  The conversation dies.  End of the World.  2012.

I see it as Dead Heat between the future and the past.  The ancient Maya clearly believed things would happen, and then put a date on when all things would end.  What am I thinking now.  Were they wrong.  What is the latest word on achieving a Happy Ending to a happy problem.  Its not over.  We are here.  What is important to you now?  A question that has an answer, but in the digital-virtual reality we share, will I ever know.  If you are reading this, it means we are back at it.  He writes a blog.  And ponders the connection between the wise and the foolish.  Not here to convince myself, that I need an answer about that specific situation.

 Mayan Prophecy. 

Each lives on their own personal existence schedule.  The clock winds down.  Just so many heart beats and then as they say, “End of this World.”, as we know it.  But few say it as I do.  Dead Heat.  Its not about race.  We are all just people.  The visible part of us is important, but even so, there is value in mystery and misinterpretation of what you thought you saw.  Backward glances to those who lived before you.  Anthropologists and Experts, and now with the new technology, it all gets around, ever so quickly.

 

Do not require the U.S. Postal Service, like we did when life was lived on the Great Frontier. Stop Saturday Delivery Service.   Changes and the Implications.  Real or Digital.  What is important to you today?  I wonder.  And that is where I will stop.  My blog is just another attempt at understanding.  Why there is silence and all is golden.  And then people start up.  Extend prophecy and speculation.  What happens next?  

 

And I have decided that it only involves me if it has something to do with Love and Happiness.  Walking hand in hand with you.  I think.  This will be a happy problem.  Better than humdrum events like droughts or disease or sickness and the end of the world as we know it.  Better, but of course, not perfect.  In the end,  its about you and I, and Love. That Significant Other that we don’t really talk about.  That special alignment that gets him talking again.  Writing blogs.  And if you need a good reason why the World Didn’t End in 2012.  Ask Him.  He needs your help sorting it out.  What is important to you?  And what should he write about in his next blog.  And he blames it on Love.  

And holding hands with you. Cold Feet in the Dead of Night.  

Dead Heat And Blog Silence. 

And Mayan Prophecy. 2012.

Things we thought should happen;

The Happy Problem, left unsolved.

Unfinished Business.  You and I.