Virginia Breeze

I have found this book about ADD Attention Deficit Disorder.  And I would like to read it to discover if this may be part of my problem.

But I can’t concentrate long enough to read more than a few pages.  What do you think?  I read a few paragraphs to Beth and she says I do not have ADD.

And case closed, too, for that matter.  She doesn’t need to think about it.  She doesn’t need to read the book. She just knows.  Does your spouse do this?

We are having an interesting morning.  Zach was on his way out to school as I was returning from my morning exercises.  He is participating in a debate this morning.

I said to him that this weekend I would like to take some mood photos of him.  He doesn’t have to try to smile in other words.  Some people have problems doing that.   But Beth came downstairs at that moment and thought I said “n*de photos”  (I can’t write it out because when you run Bad Neighborhood it picks up on words that are so innocuous George Carlin would turn over in his grave if he could see it).   So she thought I wanted to take some risque photos of my son.

So we got that straightened out and then I said “Baby you are the only one I want to take n*de photos of” and she gave me the “in your dreams” look.   And I turned around to continue my conversation with Zach in time to see the top of his head go out the door.

Apparently he didn’t want to hear about my wants.  Or needs.  Or anything else unless I could give him some good ammunition for the debate.

But it’s Friday and that’s good news.  Thank God all the election stuff has subsided.  It’s time to prepare for Thanksgiving.  And I did win approval for one remark I made in this regard.

We have lots of family here for Thanksgiving.  And some of them have girlfriends and boyfriends.  So seating becomes an issue.    My idea was that everyone who is over 39 years old should sit at one table.  And then the younger (and larger) group could sit together at the dining room table.  Because everybody is not going to fit together at one table (or one room for that matter).

So there are no favorites.   Unless an unexpected guest decides to show up for dinner and then we will make an exception.  Let’s say Charlize Theron who is always welcome decides to join us.

She will be offered a place next to me.  Beth will be on the other side.  The right side because that’s where the angels sit.   And I’m sure her father will want to sit on Charlize’s other side.  And who else?

Oh her mother!  She can sit across from me so that I can gaze into her lovely eyes and listen to her words of wisdom.

When I’m not being polite and listening to Charlize of course.  Or Beth.

You see!  I have it all worked out.  Does it sound like ADD to you?  Probably not.

Probably your diagnosis is further along in the old psychiatric manual.

Delusions of Grandeur

Suicidal

Out of Touch With Reality

Any recommendations?

Here’s one I found interesting. . .

“Just cook the turkey til he’s done so he will quit making so much noise.”

More Writing

http://davidnotes.com/2008/11/13/dreaming-great-photos-photo-presentation/

This is going to be a short post just to say that I don’t think Google is penalizing my blog for anything I have said.  Because, basically, I haven’t said anything.

Wait.  Alright I have said some things.  But none of them would cause concern or should cause concern to anybody.   I run this bad neighborhood software once in awhile and it tells me if there are words or phrases that should cause concern.

For instance if you are a monk who likes to blog and you write about those things people put in their mouths when they are sick.  You know what I mean.  They come in different shapes and sizes. And you have to go to a medical person who writes a note on a piece of paper for you.  And you give this paper to someone else at the store up the street.

So he is concerned about seniors and children being able to get these things whatever they may be.

And so forth.   Well bad neighborhood tells me that this wonderful monk may be a sp……  sp…….. a lunch meat expert.

And so I am not going to worry about lunch meat. Unless you cook it with a Teflon frying pan.  Then you might have a problem.

But I have learned a couple of interesting things.  You can go to Google Webmaster Tools and do all this cool stuff to your blog.  And you don’t have to be a webmaster.

You probably won’t kill your blog either.  Because I didn’t kill mine.

You can ask someone to look at your blog and tell you if they see anything happening that might cause you to be penalized.  There are friendly people not with Google who will do this.  And sometimes Google employees do interact in this place.

It’s like going to Loch Ness and maybe seeing Nessy.   It’s pretty cool.

I also learned that Page Rank actually changes frequently but they don’t put the change anywhere you might see it. Like on your toolbar.  Because they want to make the point that page rank is not so important and there are actually about two hundred other things that are important.

And none of them are on your toolbar.  In fact none of them are anywhere that I can see.  Except maybe some of them are at the aforementioned Google Webmaster Tool area.

I have actually had a nice time being without Google for the past few days.  It has changed my perspective on blogging.  I am more concerned with content now although I was always concerned about it.

It’s just that now if I look at the stats and see a friend has come by it makes me very happy.  Even if he or she didn’t leave a comment.   This is what stats are for now.

My number crunching days are over.  Just in time too.  Because we are going to the beach next week.  That means lots of surfers, a few pretty girls, sand and the hot sun beating down on my chrome domium.

You can’t crunch anything under those circumstances.  It’s just not possible.

So everything works out well in the end.