Anaïs Nin says:

” The more I write,
the more I give … 
the more I love …
the stronger grows
the source.” 

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In The Mood

There are
oh so many
tricky aspects of
keeping a rewarding
relationship going –

– as anyone who’s
ever tried doing it
will be so happy
to tell you.

I’ve never been one
to harp upon the
whole:
Men are from Mars,
Women are from Venus

thing –

— because we all really
are from around these
parts somewhere ..

.. but, there’s a
lot of truth being
conveyed there
when we get around
to talking about the
intrinsic differences
between the two.

And, when it comes to
‘being in the mood‘,
the one thing you can’t
argue with is hormones.

While it may be,
at times, easier
to know when
your S.O. is a bit
lopsided on their
hormonal balance
than others —

— more often than not,
it’s a matter of guesswork
for a semi-aroused other
half.

Guess right,
and you win that
night’s prime
prize –

Guess wrong,
and you snatch
only the booby prize
(and not at all
in a good way ) :

– drilled by the dull finger
of rejection in the bottom
end of reverse motivation,
resulting in a healthy
heaping helping of
futility and depression.

And that monster don’t
exactly like to just
lollygag around.

But,
you’re not alone.

Your S.O. is probably
having those same
feelings, despite being
the bearer of the
nay-saying news …

– an imbalance
of endogenous
hormones doesn’t
really do any
body any good.

And as folks
get older,
this becomes
rather a
repetitive issue.

We here at the
Muscleheaded Blog
want to do our
smarty-pants best
help resolve the
problem.

Failing mind-reading,
I think most people
recognize that good
communication about
the whole thing is
essential.

So, our post today
features vintage
‘communication aids’ –

– you know,
ways to tell
your lover
when to turn
on either :
the strobe light
or the cold water.

And all I can really
say, is:

May the light
ever shine on you.

!!!! HOY !!!

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Home Cooking

motherI always enjoy
giving my mother
on the phone
a hard time about
how good (or not)
of a cook she was
back when I was a kid.

( It’s her birthday month,
and so she’ll be ready
for a drive-by call
from me any day now. )

Actually,
if I were
to admit it,
she did make
some pretty
good stuff –
along with the
occasional disaster.

But, seeing how
most modern families
seem to operate these
days, I must say that I
really do appreciate
her and how she
was always busy
trying to make her
family happy.

And every once
in a while, while I’m
razzing her on the
phone about such
stuff, I’ll also remind
her of how lucky I
know I was to have
had a mom who
really cared.

I just don’t do it
enough that it’ll
go to her head,
ya know.

Ha.

It woulda been
hard to imagine,
considering how
difficult a kid I was,
to foresee a day
when my Mom
wouldn’t have
mentioned 272 of
my worst flaws and
gaffes to counter the
few that I could come
up with for her.

She must believe
that in the end,
that I turned
out ok,

— and she’ll
settle for that.

Cause I know
she hasn’t forgotten.

And no matter
how much I kid her,
I haven’t forgotten
either.

Thanks,
Mom.

🙂  ❤   🙂

Blind About Dating

medusaI was talking to a
gym buddy about
his personal life,
and somewhere
along the line
he brought up a
subject that I didn’t
even know they were
still doing……..

Blind dating.

Hmmmm….
very ‘old school’
if you ask me…..war

(aughhh,
I really hate
that expression)

It’s kinda a
strange deal,
doncha think?

Sure, you got all
kinds of digital dating
and sexting these
days, where you
basically know everydate
detail (up and including
nipple size, probably)
about another person
before you show up to
actually consummate
your first face to face
meet and greet.

And if it’s for dinner,
maybe I should use
the word ‘consomme’,
ya know…
soup to nuts.

But agreeing to
date somebody sight
unseen, without anya1
previous contact or
introduction, simply
because the person
in question is an
acquaintance of your
crazy second cousin ….

You just show
up at a placeblinddate
—cold—
without a clue of:
what they
think like,
look like,
smell like,
dress like,
talk like
or even
what they like ….

what you’ll think
of them,
or what they’ll
think of you….

— well,
the more grotesqueblinddate
potentials of that
scene really
creeps me out,
and I mean goose-
bumps-creepy.

I frankly don’t know
why anyone would
do it that way.

Courage
or crazy.

And so when
he said that he’d
recently gone
on one of theseblinddate
things…….

I realized that I didn’t
have a clue about the
ins and outs of the
whole blind dating
phenomena –

and really,
after having asked
a dozen or so
stupid questions,
I still don’t.

I might as well
have been writing
a blog post on the
more complicated
aspects of “Anti
DeSitter-Conformal
Field Theory “.

Exceptin’
that I’m not gonna.

But I did find some
funny cartoons and
stuff, so there’s that.

!!! HOY !!!

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Wild West Wedded

I have made a number
of acquaintances over
the years in my travels….

… and if I happen to
run into one or two
of them after having
lost touch, it’s not
really surprising…

I spent some time
out around the
Continental Divide,
and got to know a
few lasses that were
big into the whole
Stetson hat,
worn-thru
blue jeans,
big belt buckle
thing….

One in particular
was quite adept at
riding anything that
moved.

Horses, bulls,
tractors, cars,
dirt bikes,
and men.

Yes, she was
especially
good at that….

and more power
to her, I say…

Yow.

She also had a
wonderfully wild
and self-reliant
streak, and struck
me as the ideal
Western Girl
in every
conceivable
way.

I got a note
from her
a couple
weeks back,
(with an invite)
saying that she
was finally
settling down
and was marrying a
rancher.

Well, I hope
that guy is
in for the long haul,
because it sounds
like she certainly is.

And she really
is a keeper.

You know,
love can make you
do things that 20
years ago you never
woulda expected..

And this, I think,
is a good example.

So, to kinda charm
the fortunes, as it
were, for her sake,
I figured today,
her wedding day,
would be a fortuitous
day to post these very
fun vintage “Wild West”
themed postcards.

Good luck, Chey.

!!! HOY !!!

More of these here.

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Top This

You know….

I just
can’t
seem
to
stay outta
mischief…..

I started
out
working
on writing
a blog post
about a
simple
but
elegant idea
that my
poetic friend
Jules
( just like her )
gave me
about
wedding
traditions ….

…. but y’all know
how I am, and I
went and mangled
it all up with crazy
stuff.

However,
in my
defense…

I did kinda
warn her
that the lovely
post idea
might, in all
probability,
go completely
off the rails.

And indeed,
it did.

Still, I have to say,
it turns out that
there are wedding
traditions that are
much more …..
ummm…..
interesting
than they
started out
sounding…..

Like
wedding cake
toppers,
for instance.

I mean,
who knew ?

The whole toppers
idea even seems to
have been hidden
in plain sight, if you
know what I mean.

And
I think I could
get into
designing
a couple
of these,
myself.

Once you start
looking around,
you realize that
there’s one
for just about
any kinda couple
that may have
the yen for getting
some official
connubial
paperwork filed.

Since there
are more
potential
variations
on the theme
coming along
every day,
it seems, anyway…

— one would
have to
assume that
there will
be plenty
of ‘market
space’ for the
up and coming
entrepreneur.

And,
I mean…..

.. who doesn’t
like cake?

!!! HOY !!!