Monday, November 10, 2014
I like to think I am. Now, I'm not talking about in the weight room strong. I'm not a quitter. If I start something, I want to take it its conclusion. I want to complete the deal. During my professional career, I had a mantra that the kids often heard me repeat over and over, 'finish strong'. Try not to waver at the end. Now, I can adapt; I'm not stupid. Like a coach who excels, I think I'm pretty good at making halftime changes. When I see the odds stacked against me, I'm not adverse to making mid-course corrections, but I'm one that likes to finish the job. I'm not one who likes to leave my tools of the job strewn about at the end and contemplating the 'what might have beens'. That's me.
Weakness? Yes, I have a few, but like most of us I like to keep them 'close to the vest' (there's that idiom again).
Do you have any?
I'm not talking about chocolate here either.
My name is Birdman, and I have a weakness... for blondes.
There, it's out!
I might need a 12-Step Program.
When I backtrack my romantic pursuits back through high school and college years, it gets scary. There seems to be one constant, blondes. One after the other. What's it all about?
I won't bore you with my list of intrigues.
Well, there's Stephani, Heidi, Aniston, Swift, Johansson, Spears (it's sad) ...
It's a long list.
And yes, Elenka is a blonde.
*today's trip was kind of convoluted. Still with me?
Care to reveal a weakness?