Sam’s Ministrations on Life

So, it’s been a while, but I’ve been muy busy. I just got back from helping run the daw’s second of four conservation symposium in conjunction with Urban Land Institute. Mostly it was set up for big money developers to sell the idea of green communities… ie. Prairie crossing in Chicago. it was an interesting two days and I got to rub shoulders with some of the biggest builders in the SE. this just confirms that I will have to get my LEED certification asap… once I consult with my new green friend megan. Now onto my musings…

Signs that I saw that were funny on my way to drop something off in Athens GA:
Coming soon (in big bold letters on the first billboard), and then a quarter mile later… Jesus
“Don’t make me come down there.” –God
“What part of thou shalt not, did you not understand.” –God
“If you think its hot now keep using my name in vain.” –God

Who knew the guy had such an aggressive marketing campaign. I find it all very amusing. IF only going to church were ever that funny. If they had a stand-up act at church I might really have to consider it.

Another thing I learned was what the land owner of most of the panhandle of Florida said to Walt Disney when approached as a potential site for Disneyworld.
“I don’t deal with carnies.”
I think what he meant is…
“We are destined for greater things than Disney… like spring break in Panama City.”

So, I met up with a friend I hadn’t seen in a while last night. He lamented my situation and told me that I used to be a lot more fun and outgoing… and now I was much too serious. Damn, is this true? Maybe, but at the same token I feel like I drove a great many people away when I was younger purely because of the fact that I was a bit boisterous and overzealous, and people often looked at me like the special friend that they let out for the day with supervision.
This leads to my confusion with what men really want. They say smart and funny, but in reality I think it’s more often sexy and mysterious. I seem to fall somewhere in between this in the leper, hunchback, social misfit category.
This then leads me into my next train of thought which was brought up on the radio the other day… what is your hotness number? For instance, if you think you are a 6 and you are going after 7s… not so bad… but what if in reality you are only a 4. This has caused me anxiety, because I would have put myself slightly above average (somewhere over a 5), but what if no one has told me I am actually only a 3.5. I would put this to a test and check the rate me box on myspace if not for the fear that the truth will be revealed to me. So, ignorance is bliss, I’ll choose to think I’m a smoking hot 9, and men are intimidated by my wry intellectual humorous sexiness, and that all my old fun energy is just waiting for the appropriate moment to be unleashed. Perhaps tonight.

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