Meg...
...I guess I'm a pretty good amateur electrician (i.e. haven't killed anyone yet), and I can lay concrete, floor tiles, and... anything else that needs laying.Sure, when I'm over your way, Meg, I would love to take you out to dinner...
OK, you most certainly may, I would love it. Of course, if I fix you dinner...well, let’s just say that the exhaust fan over my stove has a burned out motor.
These (jokes about marriage) were pretty damn funny. I feel like there's a few I could add.
Hi Erasmus! Nice to hear from you again...don’t hold back, add some! As a matter of fact, you’ve inspired me to try to come up with a few of my own.
20 minutes later...I can’t think of one that is any damn good. I’ll undertake that task later, I think I am trying too hard right now.
It doesn’t matter because I wanted to type about something else now anyway. First, let me get this out of the way. I am going to attempt to create a place on this blog especially for your blogs. Quite a few of you have told me that this blog has made you create one of your own. I am thrilled when I hear that for a lot of reasons, first of all because I know how good this one has been for me. Secondly, as the reporter told me, blogs are on the cutting edge as a new form of mass communication...not as mass as others, but mass nonetheless. I think that is a good thing because it is US speaking and we answer to no one. We can say whatever we want to say (within the confines of some degree decorum) and we don’t have to worry about sponsors or advertising space. In addition, we are free from the pressures of special interest groups. Our readers are specific and loyal. They are not about to cave in the face of some entity who has no clue where we are coming from whereas our readers know us well and take the entire blog in context. So, we are free to be more honest and that is an excellent thing when you consider that we will, as a group, will leave something of a mark on history. It doesn’t matter how small, even a footnote will be carried over into some history book somewhere. It is a forum that is readily available and I think anyone who is the least bit computer savvy can and should create one. You don’t have to publish it...you can keep the name of it secret, whatever...it is just nice to have some kind of record of your thoughts. You never know, sixth graders might be reading it in the year 2318. Anyway, my point was that I am going to have a section for blogs that any of you have created, with your permission of course, and I don’t know how. I can probably figure it out sooner or later but if you know, drop me a line at MargaretB0629@aol.com.
Also, quickly, eventually I need to lose the AOL account. I will try to keep the same screen name but at a different domain. It’s actually just the hassle of changing email addresses that has kept me from doing so already. I just downgraded AOL to the price you pay when you have another hook up, but I still just need to lose that crazy service.
But none of that is what I wanted to type about. I just wanted to say that already, I am collecting data that tends to support one of my hypothesis’. That would be the following; There really, really are nice guys out there. I am not really surprised Like I said, I thought I remembered seeing them in the past. I was thinking about it and I specifically remember men being nice to me. They would look me in the eye and smile and talk to me and treat me like I was their friend. If I needed something, they saw to it that it was taken care of. If I were to end this study today, I would have to conclude that yes...there are indeed really, really nice men out there. But I don’t really have the numbers to back that up so I can’t stop now. And, of course, that wouldn't be as much fun.
I must say that there is one that I consider very special. I won’t say who but I bet he would know if he read this. One guy actually Googled me and that was freaky. I never considered myself Googleable. (I cracked myself up with that word...I have tears in my eyes and I cannot stop laughing.) Anyway, I was considering an alias of sorts. I say of sorts because it wouldn’t be anything crazy like Monique or Stormy...it would be some variation on my given name which is Margaret. I have been called Margie, Maggie, Peggy and Meg. I prefer Meg but I could answer to some of the others. There are still plenty of people in Chicago that call me Margie. OK then, I just came up with the solution to my quandary! I will start dating under the name of Margie. That way if they Google me, oh...wait...that won’t work. I just gave away the secret name I was hoping to use to avoid being found out so easily. Duh. Never mind...I’ll handle this one alone.
As I was saying, these guys are very sweet and have been perfect gentlemen. What a stark contrast to what I am used to. These guys all have the know how to do things AND the motivation to do them! I don’t think any one of them would have put two hundred cans of used oil under the house for their wife to find and have to dispose of legally. (Now THAT was a royal pain in the backside.) I respect these guys so much for their consideration and their time. This guy wouldn’t even let me pay for the lights. I remember a guy who wouldn’t let me pay for my own groceries. See, it’s all coming back to me now. I remember gentlemen.
Gosh, somebody tell me that this is sinking in. I wish I had just a little taste of what life could be like without the albatross twenty years ago. I don’t know where I would have been but it would most assuredly have been someplace better. The scariness is still there sometimes but nowhere near as often and it is far outweighed by happiness.
To be totally forthcoming, there has been one jerk. He was the one who told me “Quit running your mouth. I want actions, not words. ” when I said that I had something to tell him. But that was the last of him and it has been smooth sailing ever since. And, like I said, there is one of them who I really like. He is a lot of fun and very sweet. Definitely on the top of the list.
Meg
...I guess I'm a pretty good amateur electrician (i.e. haven't killed anyone yet), and I can lay concrete, floor tiles, and... anything else that needs laying.Sure, when I'm over your way, Meg, I would love to take you out to dinner...
OK, you most certainly may, I would love it. Of course, if I fix you dinner...well, let’s just say that the exhaust fan over my stove has a burned out motor.
These (jokes about marriage) were pretty damn funny. I feel like there's a few I could add.
Hi Erasmus! Nice to hear from you again...don’t hold back, add some! As a matter of fact, you’ve inspired me to try to come up with a few of my own.
20 minutes later...I can’t think of one that is any damn good. I’ll undertake that task later, I think I am trying too hard right now.
It doesn’t matter because I wanted to type about something else now anyway. First, let me get this out of the way. I am going to attempt to create a place on this blog especially for your blogs. Quite a few of you have told me that this blog has made you create one of your own. I am thrilled when I hear that for a lot of reasons, first of all because I know how good this one has been for me. Secondly, as the reporter told me, blogs are on the cutting edge as a new form of mass communication...not as mass as others, but mass nonetheless. I think that is a good thing because it is US speaking and we answer to no one. We can say whatever we want to say (within the confines of some degree decorum) and we don’t have to worry about sponsors or advertising space. In addition, we are free from the pressures of special interest groups. Our readers are specific and loyal. They are not about to cave in the face of some entity who has no clue where we are coming from whereas our readers know us well and take the entire blog in context. So, we are free to be more honest and that is an excellent thing when you consider that we will, as a group, will leave something of a mark on history. It doesn’t matter how small, even a footnote will be carried over into some history book somewhere. It is a forum that is readily available and I think anyone who is the least bit computer savvy can and should create one. You don’t have to publish it...you can keep the name of it secret, whatever...it is just nice to have some kind of record of your thoughts. You never know, sixth graders might be reading it in the year 2318. Anyway, my point was that I am going to have a section for blogs that any of you have created, with your permission of course, and I don’t know how. I can probably figure it out sooner or later but if you know, drop me a line at MargaretB0629@aol.com.
Also, quickly, eventually I need to lose the AOL account. I will try to keep the same screen name but at a different domain. It’s actually just the hassle of changing email addresses that has kept me from doing so already. I just downgraded AOL to the price you pay when you have another hook up, but I still just need to lose that crazy service.
But none of that is what I wanted to type about. I just wanted to say that already, I am collecting data that tends to support one of my hypothesis’. That would be the following; There really, really are nice guys out there. I am not really surprised Like I said, I thought I remembered seeing them in the past. I was thinking about it and I specifically remember men being nice to me. They would look me in the eye and smile and talk to me and treat me like I was their friend. If I needed something, they saw to it that it was taken care of. If I were to end this study today, I would have to conclude that yes...there are indeed really, really nice men out there. But I don’t really have the numbers to back that up so I can’t stop now. And, of course, that wouldn't be as much fun.
I must say that there is one that I consider very special. I won’t say who but I bet he would know if he read this. One guy actually Googled me and that was freaky. I never considered myself Googleable. (I cracked myself up with that word...I have tears in my eyes and I cannot stop laughing.) Anyway, I was considering an alias of sorts. I say of sorts because it wouldn’t be anything crazy like Monique or Stormy...it would be some variation on my given name which is Margaret. I have been called Margie, Maggie, Peggy and Meg. I prefer Meg but I could answer to some of the others. There are still plenty of people in Chicago that call me Margie. OK then, I just came up with the solution to my quandary! I will start dating under the name of Margie. That way if they Google me, oh...wait...that won’t work. I just gave away the secret name I was hoping to use to avoid being found out so easily. Duh. Never mind...I’ll handle this one alone.
As I was saying, these guys are very sweet and have been perfect gentlemen. What a stark contrast to what I am used to. These guys all have the know how to do things AND the motivation to do them! I don’t think any one of them would have put two hundred cans of used oil under the house for their wife to find and have to dispose of legally. (Now THAT was a royal pain in the backside.) I respect these guys so much for their consideration and their time. This guy wouldn’t even let me pay for the lights. I remember a guy who wouldn’t let me pay for my own groceries. See, it’s all coming back to me now. I remember gentlemen.
Gosh, somebody tell me that this is sinking in. I wish I had just a little taste of what life could be like without the albatross twenty years ago. I don’t know where I would have been but it would most assuredly have been someplace better. The scariness is still there sometimes but nowhere near as often and it is far outweighed by happiness.
To be totally forthcoming, there has been one jerk. He was the one who told me “Quit running your mouth. I want actions, not words. ” when I said that I had something to tell him. But that was the last of him and it has been smooth sailing ever since. And, like I said, there is one of them who I really like. He is a lot of fun and very sweet. Definitely on the top of the list.
Meg
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