Rant: Learn to Use Your Services

2010
03.17

I had a guy con­tact me say­ing that we jacked his Flickr photo.  You can see the exchanged here: http://​find​in​glove​.pos​ter​ous​.com/​t​e​m​p​o​r​a​r​i​l​y​-​f​o​r​g​e​t​t​i​n​g​-​a​b​o​u​t​-​l​ove

I never do this, so I checked to see if there was an error.  Lo and behold, it was obvi­ously USER error. It did get sent to his site.  My prob­lem with this is that it’s a case of some­one who doesn’t know how to use a ser­vice.  I’m some­one who tries to learn the ins and out of some­thing that I’m using it.  You can see my response.  I told him that either he needs to remove the “Blog This” link from his pho­tos, or get in con­tact with Flickr on how things are embed­ded onto sites.  I also removed his image because I don’t want to give credit to some­one who rants about some­thing that is his fault.

This has noth­ing to do with love, but I want to tell every­one.  Peo­ple, learn how to use your ser­vices.  Before you go and embarass your­self by rant­ing and rav­ing about some­thing because you are igno­rant of the fact of how things work. It baf­fles me that he is so bent-out-of-shape of us using his photo that linked to his site, but he has no clue how Flickr works.

Ridicu­lous.…

I had a guy con­tact me say­ing that we jacked his Flickr photo. You can see the exchanged here: http://​find​in​glove​.pos​ter​ous​.com/​t​e​m​p​o​r​a​r​i​l​y​-​f​o​r​g​e​t​t​i​n​g​-​a​b​o​u​t​-​l​ove I never do this, so I checked to see if there was an error. Lo and behold, it was obvi­ously USER error. It did get sent to his site. M … Posted via web from Love and the City


Is this too over the top?

2010
03.15

So I went out on a date this week­end. Actu­ally went to an aquar­ium which is a cool spot to go on a date. Great con­ver­sa­tion and learn­ing and cool things. I def­i­nitely slept on this as a loca­tion for dates and will look to com­ing back in the future. After­wards, we went over to have some din­ner and had some inter­est­ing con­ver­sa­tion. One of the first ques­tions she asked me at din­ner was whether or not I was “A Chris­t­ian”. So … yes, I am. But then through­out the rest of the date she made a few other ref­er­ences to spend­ing time with the lord. She even made ref­er­ence to it when I sent her a text mes­sage, say­ing she “spent some time with the lord” on her Sun­day morn­ing. Just for ref­er­ence, I have had some inter­est­ing rough expe­ri­ences with reli­gion issues mixed in with dating.

So I ask you … am I mak­ing a moun­tain out of a mole­hill or should this be a red (or yel­low) flag for me?

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Sometimes I Think I Need to Get Away

2010
03.11
(by daniraiseshell)

I feel this way some­times, and it’s got­ten worse lately. I have no energy for any­thing, and I have no time. I am con­stantly run­ning around, and I don’t know when to stop. I’m hop­ing that this week­end, I will be able to get all the things that I need to get done before my trip. Hope­fully on Sat­ur­day, so I can just sit back and relax on Sun­day. I know that is one of the rea­sons that I am not in a rela­tion­ship. Do I even have time for any­one else? I won­der that some­times. Will I be so busy that love and life will pass me by?

I just wish that I could del­e­gate more, but to who? I am all that the kids have, and my ex is a total inept. I def­i­nitely know that I need to get away soon, or I am going to breakdown.

via ican​read​.tum​blr​.com I feel this way some­times, and it’s got­ten worse lately. I have no energy for any­thing, and I have no time. I am con­stantly run­ning around, and I don’t know when to stop. I’m hop­ing that this week­end, I will be able to get all the things that I need to get done before … Posted via web from Love and the City


Everything Happens for a Reason

2010
03.01


This is a say­ing the many peo­ple use when you go through tough times in life whether it be a death in the fam­ily or a breakup or los­ing a job. Very rarely will you dis­cover the rea­son for this spe­cific event in a short period of time. I had the for­tune of hear­ing a lit­tle gos­sip on Sat­ur­day that related to a young lady I liked back in the July/August time­frame who chose a pub­lic party to be rude to me and basi­cally show me she didn’t respect me or even like me like that. This was an event that infu­ri­ated me and took me a lit­tle bit to get over. Well, this week­end I heard that this same girl (who was dat­ing the same boy she “left” me for at the afore­men­tioned party) had cheated on this boy with another guy. When I heard this infor­ma­tion, I imme­di­ately knew why I had such a rude expe­ri­ence with her. That was done to save me from future heartache from her because she is obvi­ously not wor­thy of my time. A few close friends would tell me this, but I had to learn on my own. Now I have con­fir­ma­tion. Thank you. Now if I could only find out why I few other things have hap­pened I would be straight. I will be patient wait.

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My Favorite Valentine’s Day Memories — Part 2

2010
02.13

This mem­ory takes me back almost seven or eight years (I am hav­ing trou­ble remem­ber­ing exact dates). I had a very, very close friend who lives in the Mid­west and she was hav­ing a tough time right around Valentine’s Day. From what I remem­ber, her and her hus­band were hav­ing some mar­i­tal issues and she was tak­ing it hard. Com­bine that with the fact that she was work­ing almost two full time jobs at the time with two young girls,  It was fair to say she was tee­ter­ing at the edge. I knew that in gen­eral she wasn’t a really big fan of Valentine’s Day so the actual day wasn’t a big deal to her. Even still, in the state she was in, I wanted to do some­thing for her just so she knew that some­one out there loved her and cared for her and was there for her dur­ing this extremely dif­fi­cult time. I placed a call to the local florist near where she lived and ordered her a dozen rozes. Just told her I was think­ing about her and there for her if she needed me.

Well, she was so very touched by my gift to her. She said she even shed some tears of joy. Some­thing pretty sim­ple bright­ened someone’s Valentine’s Day. Mis­sion accom­plished. That is another favorite Valentine’s Day mem­ory for me.