A few days ago while taking a break from my non-air conditioned sweat-shop I decided to sit down and watch a few brainless TV shows. I sliced some aged cheddar cheese with Irish whiskey (Kerrigold), some prosciutto, cut up a little sweet basil, and grabbed a package of butter crackers. After retrieving a cold Pepsi from the refrigerator I was prepared to zone out in front of the 60 inch LED LCD without a care in the world for at least 1.5 hours. Man tears were beginning to form as I covered my recliner with a thick blanket to keep the dust from my clothes from soiling the upholstery... man heaven was only a few moments away.
Searching through the normal channels I found nothing of interest - didn't want to watch the history channel for fear of actually thinking and becoming immersed in a subject I'd later have to research for myself... same went for Discovery and every other channel featuring something of real value. I surfed the movie channels, but again nothing piqued my interest, so rather than turn to 'On Demand' I chose Netflix, as they have short TV shows that wouldn't take too much time or thought. Soon I found episodes of Scrubs - most certainly not a show I could endure for more than 2 - 3 episodes at a time, and definitely wouldn't require a single ounce of thought! Ahhhh... blissfully brain-dead me-time was imminent and I was happy.
Just a few minutes into the show I realized how badly the JD character got on my nerves. Don't get me wrong, I like the fella, but only in very short bursts. His constant need for attention and girl-child-like behavior make me want to punch him in that enormous Adam's apple that protrudes from this throat and taunts me when he talks. Okay, okay - I know he's a good guy, but does have to be so damned needy and demanding of attention from everywhere?
Oh yeah, I forgot the point of this post. During one of the episodes I watched, The Todd was going to give a 16 year old female patient breast implants. Turk considered this somewhat offensive and immoral and it got me thinking - exactly what I was trying to avoid!! Is it right to allow 16 year old kids to make a decision that involves cosmetic surgery? I'm not talking about a kid who's been in a horrible accident and has been disfigured, or even someone born with defect, such as a cleft pallet - obviously there are sometimes good reasons for cosmetic surgery. A boob-job, however, is a different animal all-together. This is a surgery that, like others, has the very real possibility of deadly consequences, for one thing, but the other thing is... well, it's unnecessary. What is wrong with teaching girls that they are beautiful just as they are? A, B, C, D, DD, EE, GG - it doesn't matter at all! Now, I have nothing against a grown woman opting for any surgical enhancement she so desires - after all, it's her right and non of my business. If it makes her feels better and makes her happy then I'm all for it, but I'm a man who prefers the natural female body to an enhanced version. That's not say I couldn't fall for someone who opted for a boob-job or liposuction or nose job, but maybe I'm closer to earth than some men.
Women have been taught that they aren't beautiful or worthy of the attention of even less-than-average men unless they fall into an impossibly narrow medium that doesn't allow for a natural full figure; small breasts; short stature; natural hair color; glasses; natural eye color; milky white skin; etc... Women of all shapes, sizes, and skin color need to understand one very simple thing: you're women!! YOU have the power the make a man think anything of you you wish. YOU have the power to turn any man on on a whim, if you so desire. What makes a woman desirable is not your boobs or ass - it's how you flaunt what you have, and how you treat the men you're near. Confidence is the single most important quality a woman can possess if she wants her choice in men. Behavior and, of course, hygiene go a long, long way to making yourself beautiful in the eyes of men. Flaunt what you have in front of the man you're after, be flirtatious, but with boundaries, then, when you have him where you want him - play hard to get. It's an old trick, but it works. Men LOVE to chase things they're not sure they can ever catch - fact.
Each and every woman has a physical quality she can use to her benefit, whether it's amazing cleavage or great lips, entrancing eyes or a shapely ass. No matter the quality you possess it's how you use it that makes all the difference. Think of yourself as a model preparing a clean, but sexy spread for a calendar, then think of yourself. Everyone has at least one thing about themselves they're proud of, or at least like - even just a little. Highlight your favorite parts. If you've got a wonderful backside wear a tight skirt or pants. If you've got cleavage to spare wear a top that shows it off. If you've got a gorgeous face get a haircut that frames it better and go where ever women go when they want to learn how to better apply makeup. If you're uncertain of what your best physical assets are then ask a girlfriend, or a trustworthy random male friend - what's the worst that could happen? Just remember: There's nothing wrong with leaving a bit to the imagination, i.e: if you're top-heavy there's no need to show the world everything. Save a little for the bedroom. The same goes for a great pair of legs - nothing wrong with a mini skirt, but try to save your extra-mini mini skirts for special occasions.
My point is this: Why would you want a man who could love you after surgical self modification, but who couldn't fall in love with you just as you are? Men will always want women, no matter their imperfection - you don't have be perfect, believe it, or not.
Sunday, July 31, 2011
Monday, July 18, 2011
Cleaning the shop... again!
It was a stiflingly hot day and the air was stagnant and still when I decided to clean the shop. I thought to myself, "if I'm in hell I might as well make the best of it", and so I opened the big steel shop door and instantly became frozen with fear and confusion at the mere thought of the magnitude of the task I had committed myself to completing. I wondered if Michelangelo had felt the same as he stared at the bare ceiling of the Sistine Chapel. Was Gustave Eiffel just as intimidated by the immense breadth of the project he bestowed upon himself as he began construction of the Eiffel tower?
I made the manly decision to regard all the great and astonishingly disciplined men of the past who accomplished incredible feats of any nature as frightened little girls who depended on the sweat of others to attain such lofty heights. With their image now temporarily tarnished, in my mind, I began the chore of cleaning up and organizing my little cave.
Half a day and about 3 litres of water later I could begin to see the tops of the workbenches, again. What a glorious sight it was, too. I found a tool I thought I had accidentally thrown in the trash, and I managed to find a part that will work beautifully in my next wooden computer project! The floor was dust-free now, and the piles of scrap wood were now at least somewhat organized. Through the oppressive heat and lack of any sort of breeze what-so-ever I made some mental notes of what to include when I build my new shop in a year or two... and the notes somehow stuck with me until the end of the day when I sat down and actually typed them out in OneNote.
Finally, by the second day, I had my handsaws; chisels; and a hammers back in their rightful place on the sliding wall. The little things are the biggest problem in a small shop. So many tiny tools; screws; nails; hooks; tool parts; jigs; etc, etc, etc... Finding a place for everything is quite a chore, but one that will cut tons of time from each and every project down the road, not to mention save what little sanity I have left.
The shop is now nearing completion and should be 'finished' within a day or two, but the real glory is when I can back to work doing what I love doing - making messes!
Pictured above is my 'small project' workbench and atop the bench are various items needed to complete various projects. The red emergency lights will be placed back on my firetruck once I find a way to mount them. The truck originally came with a hard-top, but because it has no air-conditioning I opted to remove the hard-top and install a soft-top, which left nowhere to reinstall the lights. I'm pretty sure I'll end up making two pole mounts and mounting them on the front of the bed - a whole different blog post!
Hopefully by the middle of next week we'll have new photos up of new projects, and perhaps some photos of various corners of the shop ; )
I made the manly decision to regard all the great and astonishingly disciplined men of the past who accomplished incredible feats of any nature as frightened little girls who depended on the sweat of others to attain such lofty heights. With their image now temporarily tarnished, in my mind, I began the chore of cleaning up and organizing my little cave.
Half a day and about 3 litres of water later I could begin to see the tops of the workbenches, again. What a glorious sight it was, too. I found a tool I thought I had accidentally thrown in the trash, and I managed to find a part that will work beautifully in my next wooden computer project! The floor was dust-free now, and the piles of scrap wood were now at least somewhat organized. Through the oppressive heat and lack of any sort of breeze what-so-ever I made some mental notes of what to include when I build my new shop in a year or two... and the notes somehow stuck with me until the end of the day when I sat down and actually typed them out in OneNote.
Finally, by the second day, I had my handsaws; chisels; and a hammers back in their rightful place on the sliding wall. The little things are the biggest problem in a small shop. So many tiny tools; screws; nails; hooks; tool parts; jigs; etc, etc, etc... Finding a place for everything is quite a chore, but one that will cut tons of time from each and every project down the road, not to mention save what little sanity I have left.
The shop is now nearing completion and should be 'finished' within a day or two, but the real glory is when I can back to work doing what I love doing - making messes!
Pictured above is my 'small project' workbench and atop the bench are various items needed to complete various projects. The red emergency lights will be placed back on my firetruck once I find a way to mount them. The truck originally came with a hard-top, but because it has no air-conditioning I opted to remove the hard-top and install a soft-top, which left nowhere to reinstall the lights. I'm pretty sure I'll end up making two pole mounts and mounting them on the front of the bed - a whole different blog post!Hopefully by the middle of next week we'll have new photos up of new projects, and perhaps some photos of various corners of the shop ; )
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