IF IT WALKS LIKE A DUCK, QUACKS LIKE A DUCK....

Good morning. It is Wednesday and from what I can see out the front door, its going to be a nice day. There is a little breeze and "I" and I stood at the door listening to the morning. She is in one of her not going out mornings. So I sip coffee and she watches me as if I am doing something very important. I am, I'm trying to wake up.

I have been thinking the last couple of days about the Blog I wrote called, "A jerk, is a jerk, is a jerk." I keep thinking maybe I shouldn't be calling someone a jerk because come to think of it I have never heard anyone else call this person that. So maybe I am wrong or maybe I am the only one who brings the jerkiness out in them. I soul search. You can do that you know, go deep down into your soul and look for imperfections. The only bad thing about that is that I always know I never have too far to go.

I wonder if maybe I bring jerkiness out in others too? But actually I never feel like anyone else is being mean to me. But maybe they just hide it well. Who knows.

I sometimes wish I could read peoples minds and know what they are thinking about me. But then again maybe I don't want to really know. I probably would have my feelings hurt or be mad most of the time. You can kind of pick up sometimes what another thinks of you when you are babbling along. The roll of the eyes, the yawn, they are all dead give aways.

So maybe instead of calling someone else a jerk I should work harder on myself. But actually that old saying comes to mind. You know the one. "If it walks like a duck, looks like a duck, quacks like a duck, it probably is a Duck. Enough said. I'll quack my way out of Blogland. So for now, I'm outta here.