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Thursday, June 30, 2005

Goody goody goody,

My landlord finally came home from his vacation and I should be getting the AC fixed. They felt very badly about the whole thing but I don’t really mind too much, I saved a lot in electricity.

I usually pay between 2 and 3 hundred a month in electricity, this lack of central air use might have put it below 200 if I’m lucky. Of course, I washed a lot more clothes so who knows. My father says that that’s ridiculous but we paid about a thousand dollars a month in New York, seriously. The apartments that we lived in had once been army barracks and the ceilings were really super high. So, we had heat but we couldn’t reach it. That was some new and improved cold they had up there.

Imagine paying over 30 bucks a day just to stay warm. That was insane. The rent was only $700.

Can you imagine what it must have been like just 3 generations before us? They had fans, but I can tell you that they don’t help a whole helluva lot. Oh, I just remembered that I didn’t tell the landlord’s wife about the wet wood under the hot water heater. Oh, what a treat that should be for them to hear. Anyway, our grandparents didn’t have any of the modern conveniences that we have. Well, now that I think of it, that depends on how old you are. I’ve heard that the cut off line for my generation is before 1963...if you can remember the Kennedy assassination, then you are in one group. If you can’t, you’re in another.

My group had to stand next to the wall to speak on the phone and we were lucky to have more than 3 channels to watch on television. We never felt as though we were missing something but there aren't too many homes that don't have at least 50 channels nowadays. I was so happy to get cable when I lived in Virginia but I was fine in Chicago with a handful of channels. Why is it that we use to be able to get better reception? I remember when you didn't need cable to get good reception. We never considered pumping our own gas, there was a guy who did that, and he checked your oil for you AND he washed your windshields. My dad had that big station wagon and as he handed the man two singles, he would say, “Two dollars regular.”

He wouldn’t have only gotten two bucks worth if it didn’t last him for a little while anyway. Today, two bucks wouldn’t buy a gallon of gas. I bought gas yesterday and got bored after the thing passed the 20 dollar mark. I had only put three quarters of a tank in that thing, isn’t that ridiculous?

Most of us were raised with all the physical modern comforts, like air conditioning and pousture-pedic mattresses. My grandparents didn’t have those things. They were a little stronger, those folks were. They were a little bit closer to each other as well. They had to be, people depended upon each other for so many things then...we really don’t need each other anymore. Our methods of communication have become so cold and impersonal that we needn’t put too much effort into it.

OH, my father is coming so I have to get the house ready for the white glove test. I need to rent a carpet cleaner because the humidity isn’t very kind to carpets. I didn’t want to bother until we had the AC fixed and since that should happen any time now, I’m going to go rent that sucker. I’ll just put it smack dab in the middle of the living room and see if my son takes the hint. I think he will, that’s a pretty good size machine.

My appetite has gone away again, I have to force myself to eat. I had gained a few pounds over the past month but I think they will go quickly now. The bad thing is that I’ve lost my perspective on that again, a few pounds make such a big difference that I see fat again when it couldn’t be there. I know I’ve lost my perspective so I am going to do what I know I should do, luckily it’s easy to know how one should eat. I’ve eaten quite a bit over the years. I miss enjoying food...I really do. I do still enjoy ice cream, as a matter of fact, I think I’m going to go get some.

See ya,

Meg

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Wednesday, June 29, 2005

Oh my word...

...Funny we were just speaking about Fahrenheit 451 and the way that Bradbury was warning us about a time when everything that is said or written is offensive to someone, I made the point that WE ARE AT 451!
Well, this evening I heard on the news that Ireland is banning the word “brainstorming” because it may offend epileptics. But, don’t worry, they have a replacement idiom for those who might dare to brainstorm and then discuss it.... “Thought showers.” Some of you have heard that as well and the rest of you are thinking that I must be making this up. Oh, I wish I were...it’s pretty funny until you realize that someone is serious about this. They took time out of the job that they get paid to do and they made the decision that to brainstorm was an offensive thing. Well, I submit that these people have a brain cloud and far too much spare time on their hands.

Besides, they have stopped far short of their mission. There is still the possibility that some thoughtless dietician might see fit to serve kidney beans to a dialysis patient or liver and onions to someone with sclerosis. And how dare we worry about the “legs” on our tables while so many people have casts on their own lower appendages. We should have “artichoke focal points” and “lady digits” in case an arthritic cardiac patient should read a menu. While we make those changes, we should also strike sweet onions (diabetics), Po’ Boys (welfare recipients) and jelly rolls (men with love handles) as well. We also need to stop using terms like “Flaky Pastry Dough, that one offends me personally, “pot roast”...might give the kids ideas and one more thing: Don’t you think that “fruit” and “nuts” are outmoded, archaic utterances? And how could we be so insensitive as to use the word “bladder” right out loud instead of “receptacle of a liquid” while so many women are buying Depends nowadays? And you know, I have hay fever, I resent being given a “nose gay”...what would a lesbian with a cold think of such a thing?

My long legs were very thin when hot pants were fashionable and I consider it an affront to hear the word “stick”. It takes me back to a time that I would just as soon forget. I think I should discuss this with an attorney, nobody knows the trouble I’ve seen, nobody knows the sorrow.

There is very little verbal territory that wouldn’t be offensive to someone, I think we should use hand signals from now on rather than to risk being attacked by daily onslaughts of such dogmatist terms as short ribs, ugly ducklings and heavy duty.

I think things have gone a bit too far when a man can lose his job and reputation after using a term like “niggardly” simply because it SOUNDS like an offensive term. Oh, wait, the “N” word can’t be offensive, so many minorities use the word themselves. Chris Rock can say it over and over again in one evening but I would imagine that Jerry Seinfeld would have a tough time working it into a joke. So, people aren’t really censoring the word itself, they are actually just censoring who can and cannot say it with immunity.

What an interesting world it is that we live in.

Well, I hope that those Irish folks are doing well after their Thought Shower...I for one feel safer knowing that such an inflammatory word has been replaced. I’m sure that the English language is now safe and sensitive....yeah, fat chance.

Have a lovely morning!

Meg

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Ah...

...It’s been a long day. I’ve been running errands and showering to stay cool. The last time I was in the shower, I was thinking about a try-out that I screwed up. I was doing stand up and had been doing it long enough to be pretty confident...certainly I knew what I was doing. I felt so sure of myself that I started going to auditions and stuff like that.

Besides, when you ‘re doing that kind of thing, you meet a lot of people and they’re all doing the auditions so you just sort of go along.

I mentioned that I worked with a lot of black comics...one black friend of mine took me to a Robert Townsend audition. I didn’t even know who he was before that...but I learned quickly. I was sitting in the bleachers watching the auditions, thinking that I would do fine.

When it was my turn to try out, I went up there and did my bit. I did well enough that he asked me to do more...THAT possibility never dawned on me. When I filled the form out, I didn’t put down improv, although I have done it. But I did it every Monday night and I had a stage full of people with me. We played off of each other, I never though of improv as a solo thing. Anyway, he didn’t just want me to improvise on my own...he gave me the topic.

I could have handled it just talking and seeing where I went with that...but I wasn’t at all prepared for what he had asked, “You’re in charge of a large train station and you have the archangels working for you....now, tell them what to do.”

I mumbled like an idiot up there. Next.

That’s what I get for doing well...I’ve thought of a million things since then that I could have said, but what the hell good does that do me now?

Looking back, I should have just bitched at him. That would have put me in a place that I am familiar with, being a bitch.

Yeah, we know when we do it...I recognized the PMS thing early. If I was buying feminine products today, chances were pretty good that I had argued with someone yesterday. Like I’ve said before, I remember feeling rather cheated if I couldn’t provoke someone into a bickering match. Hormones are, indeed, a potent horde of substances.

Oh, I just noticed that the backwards Seinfeld is on....gotta run.

See ya soon!

Meg

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There are reasons why we have rules...

...I just received an e-mail that led to a phone call and I’m more convinced than ever that it’s a really, really good idea for grown men to stay away from teen-aged girls. (And teen-aged boys, the reasoning is all the same.) You wouldn’t think you would ever have to worry about some things, but you do. This young girl told me that her neighbors' husband was hitting on her. She never even considered him an option until he started playing footsies under the table with her while she was having dinner with the family. Before he did this, she innately knew that it was unacceptable and the thought never crossed her mind.

Now, if you have a daughter or a sister or a niece or just a very young friend, you should know something about how THEY think so that you can try to figure out what they might do next. As I said, it had never occurred to this 16 year old girl that a 29 year old married man would be an option. That’s because she was very naive before she ran into this creep...she isn’t anymore.

The girl was sort of feeling left to fend for herself and she wasn’t having a very easy time of it. Her parents were busy with their jobs and there was just nobody there. She was a good kid and never went out much...her parents could always count on her to be where she was supposed to be. So, they really didn’t question her very much, although she wouldn’t have minded if they had. Anyway, that’s where she was when this guy started playing footsies under the table. She didn’t quite know how to process that...she took it as a compliment.

Since she didn’t stop the foot play, he went on the attack. He seemed to understand her or this wouldn’t have worked. Anyway, he eventually got her to drive away with him and he gave her what was her very first alcohol. He complimented her so much that she didn't hesitate to do what he asked her to do, and he asked her to drink. He drove around while she was drinking and then he took her to a mall parking lot and started making out with her. They ended up in the back seat and she remembers little more than saying “No.” over and over again. She believes he took advantage of her while she was drinking...I think it was something much worse.

Now this girl has to live next to this man and help maintain the friendly relationship that this man’s wife share’s with the girl’s mother. She has to act as though there is nothing wrong and she refuses to call the police because she is afraid of what her friends...and her on again/off again high school sweet heart (with whom she has NEVER had sex), would say. The most I could get her to promise was that she would call a scool counselor and ask if she can come in and remain anonymous if she speaks about what happened. I hope they let her come in and talk without forcing her to call the police immediately, but I have a feeling that they will want to. I certainly would.

They probably will want to call the police because they know that this guy could do it again. This fool, and many like him, live all over the world and nobody seems to know but the victims. I don't understand how a wife could not know...but I HAVE seen it happen, the guys are just very good at what they do and nobody expects such behavior...EVER. If a nice, well meaning man would have given this kid just a little bit of self confidence as opposed to giving her complete and utter indifference, she wouldn’t have been so vulnerable. That’s nobody’s fault, it just is. There’s only one person at fault here and he’s still out there. We have to arm our kids with self esteem so that they can use it to protect themselves from predators like this guy.

In the meantime, we have to know what the predators know. Young kids who feel as though nobody is paying attention, especially the very good kids, are the most defenseless. They are easy to influence and they are very timid about reporting such things. They ARE good kids after all, they don’t want to disappoint their parents. We should really let them know that they couldn’t possibly disappoint us. They don’t have the power at that age and that’s why they are such good prey . This girl took such an offensive action as the footsy thing and considered it something positive...because there was nothing else positive there. Her little mind just couldn’t process it for what it was. And THAT’S why we should have rules against such things.

And you know...I have a feeling this was the end to more than just her innocence.

See ya,

Meg

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Tuesday, June 28, 2005

OK,

I am back. Man...that was so nice. I spent the evening talking to my friend and playing Cricket, something I’ve never played in my life. (I usually play 301 when I play darts.) And what a nice time. I was so surprised to see this guy...I was just thinking about him the other day.

Ah. You never know when something nice is going to happen, do you? I was just minding my own business, going to the store and there he was, following me until I thought I should lead him to the police department. I’m glad he honked his horn when he did because I was about to turn the corner and put the petal to the metal.

Such a lovely surprise, he is the first guy that I went out with after Vex left, but for one reason or another, we stopped speaking. He’s the one who got me the Lord of the Ring’s trilogy. I’ve seen him a couple of times out and about...but this is the first time that I’ve really seen him since last year.

So...it’s officially my birthday and I have been officially pleased.

Earlier tonight, I watched Ocean’s 12 with my son. I was kind of disappointed. Of course, I had just seen the original Ocean’s 11 (the one with the Rat Pack.) so maybe my standards were set a little bit higher than they ordinarily would have been. The 60’s porno-movie music was so loud and booming that a piece of butterscotch candy that had been on my television for days hopped across the top of the TV and finally fell on the floor. With all the stars that were in that movie, you'd think they could have spent a few bucks on a writer.

Every so often, I come back and read what I’ve written and it’s so disjointed that even I wouldn’t know what I was trying to say if I hadn’t written it myself. Well, this movie was like that. I couldn’t follow the plot and it had twists and turns that nobody could have seen coming. I’m still not exactly sure what the hell happened.

And did they take their time confusing me! What a long movie that was...and to have to watch Brad Pitt over-acting like that was too much. They tried so hard to keep the 60’s feel to the movie but it didn’t belong there so that was just weird.

I never understood why movie people make movies that end in some off the wall way that you couldn’t have POSSIBLY seen coming. The Sixth Sense was good, I didn’t see that coming...but I should have. I even knew that there WAS something to “figure out”... but I never did figure it out until that wedding ring fell. I was shocked and I was even scared...something that most movies cannot do anymore.

Vex and I rented Carrie once because we wanted to see a scary movie. It scared us in the 70’s, but in the early 90’s, it just made us laugh. The only other movie to freak me out in years was one called Demon Wind. I’m not sure if it was the movie...or the fact that a strange dog walked into my living room at a freaky part. (That dog had walked in through the screen door, went around the house and came in the living room from a place where no one should have been. That was really funny...looking back. At the time, it was just freaky.)

Well, anyway, I feel like I’ve already had enough for my birthday and I’m only a couple of hours into it! By the way, I'm sorry about the comments...I haven't had time to figure out what I did wrong...but I'll try again tomorrow (or later on today!)

Have a good morning and I’ll see you soon!

Meg

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OMG! OMG! OMG!

I just went out to run to the store and this car followed me there so I cut through the parking lot to be on the safeside and he kept coming so I turned on my directionsl to signal a right.
I didn't make the right, I went straight. His signal came on and then I did turn right, he was STILL following me so I started to drive to the police departmen. He must have figured out that I wasn';t stopping so he honked his horn. I looked in my rear view and it was the one birthday present that I would have asked for if I thought it was possible.
I haven't seen him in months and he was just going to stop by to say hello, saw me leave and followed me, not meaning to scare me. He asked me out for a little while...I ran to the store and came here to write this, he is out there waiting...I am so happy...I don't want to make him wait...

See ya,

Meg

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I’m back!

OK...I’m home and I’m glad. Going to the doctor was a waste of time, they just told me to go to another doctor. How silly is that? They could have called me but a whole lot of people put in a whole lot of effort so that I could have this time with the doctor. The receptionist signed me in, the business lady took my co-pay (totally wasted money if you ask me) and the P.A. came and got me. I bet some people I didn’t even see got paid to handle this useless appointment and I imagine that my insurance will even pay more than a few bucks for it.

Oh well, I’m home anyway. And I am going to do something tonight...I think. I think I am going to give in to this urge to get out. I could wait for tomorrow, but I don’t want to. I really need to get out tonight. Today has felt like a complete waste of time...don’t you hate that? I haven’t even done my dishes yet so I am a tad behind my usual schedule. I wonder where my web cam went? I forgot about it, out of sight out of mind you know.

Isn’t it awful about those kids that were attacked by a bull shark? They said that “the Great White may have a bed rap, more people are killed by bull sharks.” Well, that was an important piece of information to leave out. Where do these bull sharks live? It doesn’t matter too much to me now, I live too far inland, but I do love the beach and will probably go back sometime...which ones should I avoid?

I’m one of those idiots that goes way out in the water, past the waves so I need to know because I would be the easiest treat. Maybe I just won’t go out so far anymore.

I love the beach although I think I should stay in pools, they seem a little bit safer. I can still take a walk on the beach...I’ll just do my swimming where I can see what’s in the water. I’ve been to beaches where you could see what was in the water and I saw things that I didn’t want to see so I can’t really win. Those stingray things are a little but too scary for me to swim with. They say they don’t hurt people but I would just as soon swim in the pool that with those guys. I gave the bugs outside, I’ll give marine animals the ocean. There. Now, if only the bugs would keep their end of the agreement, I’d be happy.

I can’t get rid of the bugs at all. The south isn’t like the north where bugs are concerned. They are HUGE down here. I left a perfectly good city like Chicago and a bug killer dude for the south and an electronic technician. That was stupid.

So, I guess I asked for the bugs. At least I don’t have frogs, they have them near the coast. I swept one up in a kitchen once, I didn’t even know that was an option. I never had amphibians crawling around my house up north. I think I want to go back to the middle of the country where things are safer and there are fewer bugs.

Yeah, I miss the seasons. And it’s so cold up there that you don’t thaw out until July and it’s cool again by September so you only have a few weeks of misery. I did like Phoenix, it got pretty cold at night down there...but now that I think about it, it was February so maybe that’s just their winter. California was nice, I could drive to Frisco and it would always cool off. Where I lived in Virginia was pretty nice as well, it was in a valley and really bad weather never came in there. Oh, by the way...the word weather, when I was a kid, I used to see how many words that I could make out of it. Ask your kids to see how many they can make out of that word...I had fun doing it...maybe some other kid will, too.

Well, I have to clean my house so that I can come home to a clean house if I do go out.

See ya,

Meg

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Hi there...

I am off to the doctors and I hate that. Nothing like a cold stethoscope in the summer. And the doctors are all so young. What ever happened to old doctors? I miss them. I guess Alzheimer’s has done away with most of them and early retirement the rest.

Oh well, what can you do.

My ex’s wife sent me an e-mail to notify me that she was 34 and to say, “You wish you were 34.”

Well, Big Dee, you’re right, I do. But if I had nothing better to do with it than what you are doing with it...I wouldn’t want it at all.

I would choose me and this age over you and yours'...8 days a week.
Another thing, there’s nothing wrong with being unattractive. There’s nothing wrong with being so large. But if I were both of those things as well as STUPID...I would be one pleasant SOB.

People might be able to make wicked comments about my appearance, but they’d always follow them up with... “You know, she is a VERY nice person.”

Don’t you get it girl? You only have one chance at making your mark and you WILL make one....do you want it to be negative? Everything you do today will define who you are and what mark you leave. Why not do the most with it? You have a little girl, go play with her. She will only be young once so if I were you, I would just play with my daughter.

That’s probably going to be all you have one day...that little girl. What are you doing with your wonderful youth? You’re building up a trust for yourself. Someday, the things you do today will be the basis for all of your tomorrows.

And if all you build up is nothingness, you will find that you’ll need something very badly when you see all the nothing.

So, don’t obsess about your husbands’ ex wife, it’s bad form and it draws such glaring attention to your shortcomings. No, I don’t want to be your age...not if I had to be that miserable...what is it that you think you are offering with that youth? The happiness that you enjoy everyday? I don’t see that...I see a sad young women who is trying to convince herself that she has something that she just can’t seem to find. You REALLY have everything that you are waving at me...go play with it all.

How many tiny little decisions do you make in the course of a day? Every one of them leads to the next one and with each and every decision you make, you have the opportunity to redirect your very life. Make some bright decisions in the course of a day and perhaps you will be happy at some point. Happiness isn’t what you are doing...I think you know that.

What is it about the ex wife that makes these women so crazy? I could almost see it if I lived there and she had to see me all the time, but I am a thousand miles away and have been for two decades. She has to see me only at graduations and weddings. For someone that you see so rarely, you are spending an awful lot of time away from your family. All the time you spend concerned with your husband’s ex could be spent with him...go do that.

It appears as though you are more concerned with a life that is no longer there than with your own lives. You should really enjoy your day a little bit more. It can’t be very much FUN to bitch about the ex...so why do people do it? I don’t understand that one. Of course, I never got to worry about the ex, I was too busy worrying about the mistresses.

So, is that what it’s like to worry about the ex? Is it like worrying about mistresses? I really am curious, let me know if you can.

Well, I need to go to the cold stethoscope...see ya.

Meg

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OK...

...I had to stop the comments long enough to figure out how to put them back on the right page...no worries...I'll figure it out. The old comments are still here, I won't lose them...I hope! So, after I get back from the doctor's office, I will work on this thing to find out why the comments are on the front page.

See ya,

Meg

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OK then...

I am so unbelievable hot here...I can't figure out where the landlord went. He hasn't returned my calls and I don't know whether to worried or to be angry.

It's almost time to pay the rent...not that I have the money anyway, LOL, but I won't pay any part of the rent before paying for an AC dude to come over here. Does anyone out there know any AC people in Cobb County? I don't...and I would hate to be taken advantage of by someone who would tell me that I need an entire new furnace or whatever.

Now...I have another problem. I was paying AOL on my phone bill and when I tried to stop AOL...nobody would let me! They never stopped it so I just stopped paying for it and now my phone doesn't work...I bet they didn't read my letter. LOLOL.

I put a letter in there telling them that I wasn't going to pay AOL but that I would pay them...I guess that wasn't good enough. Did you ever have your phone turned off and then pick it up to call the phone company to ask them why? I keep doing that...but it doesn't work, not even for one phone call. You know, the more I think about it, the more I think that there has to be a problem somehwere, I am not behind enough on my bill to have it turned off.

I think I should call them to find out what the problem is...but I can't! Oh well, I need to shower and go to the doctor, have a good afternoon!

Meg

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Good Morning!

I recieved so many e-mails telling me how tough it is to post a comment with that haloscan thing that I took it off. The only problem now is that all of the comments are on the front page of the blog and I can't make them go away. Oh well, what can you do? Haloscan DOESN'T erase the other comments, but you have to "hide" them in order for haloscan to work. So, there they are...now I can't get rid of them at all. Oh well.

I just remembered that today is the 28th and I have to go to the doctor today...I think my appointment is at 1:30...but I could be wrong...damn it.
I hope it's at 1:30 because I am not dressed yet and would never make it any earlier. I could just stop this and go get ready...but I don't want to. I'm not in any hurry to go to the doctors...I hate that.

That freak that hosts the losers has written to me to tell me that he has nothing to do with any of the BS that is going on and he expects me to believe that. Well, I'm not THAT stupid. I'm not even stupid enough to go to The Open Leter that they have written to me. I have enough of that private conversation on this computer to know that he is either involved in it or he has tacitly allowed it. Why else would they all care if I posted at his site? And...if he had nothing to do with it, he would make it stop...he has that power, I am sure of it.

I suppose all of the kind things he said about me in the email is supposed to assuage my feelings, but it won't work. Go tell those things to your minions...that crap is wasted on me...I know I'm a decent person.

And, why do you suppose he waited until I said something about him? Perhaps he is just a little worried about appearing to be sadistic, or maybe he just doesn't like the fact that I could use his name. Well, Rogers, I have all of their names as well.

I went to Flikr.com and searched through contacts to find each and every one of the bums that you are associateing with. I have thier links as well, I just choose to leave them all alone. Even under attack, I will just further expose myself and show the world that my hands are clean.

I challenge any one of you to show us all how strong YOU are...I doubt any of you have the strength to do it.

But...when I look in the mirror, I am fine... I didn't have to lower myself at all...I don't even think that I have the ability to sink as low as you folks so I won't even bother...you are lower than I would ever want to go.

Now, to my ex's wife...Big Dee...you on the other hand, I will expose because you KNOW my children and you continue to do this. I told you....just stay in your house and play. I haven't seen you in decades yet you are obsessed with me and I don't get that. Hasn't your husband proven himself to be a good man? If not...why can't you just be happy? Is there THAT much lacking in your life? When you continually spend so much time on ME...I have to wonder why. Are you that miserable? Can you find nothing better to do with your time? Why would you bring my dead mother into this? Your mother must me so proud of her girl...I understand that your family is supposed to be full of decent people. I don't believe that. If it were true, one of them would have told you what a jerk you are. If my sister was showing her ass...I'd tell her. That's what family does. So, I guess your family is just a bunch of slithering worms...you show them all to be no more than that.

You know, this will only end up hurting YOUR kid...but from what I've heard, that's already happening. I feel so badly for any little girl that has such a useless pion for a mother and then on top of that...she has a powerless sucker for a father. How do you think my kids came out so good? He had nothing to do with it. My kids are great because of me...I instilled certain values in them when they were little. You can NEVER take that away from any of them...they are better than you could ever hope to be. Too bad your mother will NEVER know the pride that I have.

Like you, she can SAY it...but it will be meaningless because if you were happy, you would stay with your husband instead of obsessing about his ex wife. I wouldn't give you 2 cents for your marriage...if it were a happy one, you'd be enjoying it and not here...reading this!

See ya,

Meg

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Anonymous Mad Hatter said...

There are warnings on those cans of old lead-based paint for a reason; you *aren't* supposed to drink it.

Nothing warms me up quite like watching you drive a wedge between yourself and your "readers" in your attempts to defend yourself against the invaders that you instigated. Keep up the good work!

June 28, 2005  
Anonymous Anonymous said...

Meg, Rogers really has nothing to do with this and has removed your home address from Cruel and told us not to post it anymore. He can't control what goes on outside of his site. He really, really, is not a part of this. If you read the open letter you will see he has removed the address, as well as slapped hands a bit.

June 28, 2005  
Blogger Meg said...

Mad,

Well, you are so bright...you even use those stupid *stars* on your own web site...why do you do that? FDon't you know that you expose yourself every time you do that?
So, Rogers did it just for me? LOLOLOL...if that were so, YOU would have YOUR home address taken off of that site!!!
He just doesn't want to look like a fool in public...you people are so pathetic....have a lovely day.

June 28, 2005  
Anonymous Anonymous said...

All the lunicy aside Meg do good at the Doctor today. Will hold you in my thoughts.
Buddy

June 28, 2005  
Anonymous Anonymous said...

Meg, Please, I am begging you here. There are no links on that Open Letter thread (that I recall) Please read it.

June 28, 2005  
Blogger Meg said...

Thank you buddy, I am worried about that.

Yeah right, as though I would open ANYTHING that you people have anything to do with...ROGERS is a liar...why would I believe his attempt to hide his own culpability? That is there for his readers, not for me

June 28, 2005  
Anonymous Anonymous said...

Firstly, he did not start that Open Letter thread. Secondly, if you want to remain in the dark, that's your choice. I just wish I had the words to convince you. Your loss.

June 28, 2005  
Blogger Meg said...

LOLOL, it was ALL bullshit...you guys are good...just one question? Why me? What are you afraid of? And...I have never been wriiten to at the address on Cruel, how does hiding that help me? Go home...go back to the place from whence you came.

June 28, 2005  
Anonymous Mad Hatter said...

Expose myself? Mrs. Robinson, are you trying to seduce me?

June 28, 2005  
Anonymous M.H. said...

Oh, and one more thing:

"just one question?"

turned into three rather quickly.

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Monday, June 27, 2005

So, whatcha doin’?

I’m just sitting in my kitchen watching the rain come down. I was staring out the window, looking out over my back yard at that tree that used to be an apple tree. It should have been an apple tree today, but now it’s just a bunch of junky looking stuff and I don’t even know how to take it all down. The garbage man left one bag of trash today, I don’t know why.

I thought to myself, “That’s a shame.”

I started thinking about the loser of a human being who is trashing my name and I wondered, what kind of man could this be? What kind of man would attack a woman that he didn’t know for no reason other than pure folly? I happily accepted an invitation to his site and I have been harassed ever since. I'd love to know what kind of a person would find pleasure in this?

Well, I thought, surely he has to be a bum, some lonely beer guzzling porno addict hooked to the internet all day. I was close, he does seem to be hooked to the internet.

This guy doesn’t appear to be a bum. He appears to have some semblance of a life. So, that just goes to show you, you can’t always tell a book by it’s cover.

So, the question still remains, why? And why would so many nit wits blindly follow him along in his blitzkrieg?

What possible threat am I to these people? I wouldn’t have been more than a blip on their radar screen if they hadn’t reached for me and pulled me into their insane little universe that includes spiteful conduct of the most vicious kind...and unprovoked at that. They will find a way to say that I asked for it by putting myself out there and I don’t even care of that’s true or not, why in the world would this bring you pleasure? What is it that is lacking in your lives that makes this seem like fun? If your children treated others in such a manner, would you be proud of them? I am somebody’s grandmother. I know that doesn’t mean anything to you, but it means something to somebody. I don’t know about you but I adored my grandmother and would be horrified if I saw her displayed in a manner that must lie behind those malicious links.

I’m sure that this is all lost on you...if you had any decency at all, you wouldn’t have done half of this. But perhaps someone else can take a look at your actions and learn something. Perhaps, the next time they see an easy target, they might think twice and offer a hand in friendship rather than animosity.

You know, you don’t discover entirely new assholes, you stumble over known assholes. In that, I simply MUST have faith. There will be times when others may tempt you to do something that you know in your heart is wrong. If you have faith in your convictions, you will eventually come out ahead. I have to believe that.

You know, below what I am writing is a lot of time and effort in the form of links to this man’s web site and to those of his friends. I even have pictures of them. I was going to post those links and the pictures but I just changed my mind.

I am not going to even attempt to stoop to the level of such fiends. I could do it...but that would say more about me than I would ever feel the need to say about them.

I want people to be able to read this thing and know who I am and who I am is NOT a person who would, in any way at all, succumb to the unreasonable demands that you are making on me. You can not and will not see me lower myself one teensy weensy bit. If I have nothing at all, I have my firm belief that Karma works both ways. I have absolutely nothing on which to base that belief except for the hope that I might be right.

I guess you realize that you have my ex’s wife all worked up into a frenzy...this is the biggest thing to happen in her life in...ever. She is jumping all over this and dragging the kids into it and she couldn’t have done that if you didn’t let her. Trust me, if I sent you a picture you wouldn’t even let it finish downloading...let her go back to her bon bons.

You know, if you had a bunch of truth hiding behind those links of yours, I wouldn't mind one bit. But I have a feeling that what you have done has nothing whatsoever to do with reality. Reality is something that I have to deal with a lot lately...I wish you happiness in your escape.

Meg

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meg, if I ask nicely, can I please see those sweet georgia peaches?

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My father is bringing my...

...birthday present here to me! He’s bringing me just what I wanted, tickets to a Cubs game next week. I always try to see them play when they come here. They used to come twice a year but since inter-league play has started, they only seem to come once a year. They’ll be here for 4 games, but only for one stand.

Oh well, at least I’ll get to go see a game this year. I was lucky enough to be there on the Sunday night that the Cubs eliminated the Braves during Black October.

I’ve loved baseball since I was a kid and when I was about 10, I discovered that if I went to Wrigley Field and waited long enough, I could sneak in the service entrances along side a truck. When the security guy flipped the switch and the gates started to open, I would get along the opposite side of the truck and sneak my little self in. If I made it to the dug outs, I was home free. Nobody bothered a little girl sitting on the dug outs, they assumed that I must be with one of the players. I met so many Cubs back then, Bill Madlock, Don Kessinger, Ron Santo, Ernie Banks...I could go on and on. I told them that my Dad was a peanut man and they never bothered me at all. To the contrary, they were all very nice. I never did get to meet my first baseball crush, Cubs first baseman, Pete LaCock, son of Hollywood Squares announcer, Peter Marshall.

It never occurred to me until it happened, but one day I found out that the visiting team sometimes practices at Wrigley Field, too. I went down to the first base dug out and spoke to Tug McGraw, Ollie Brown and Larry Bowa. They gave me a ball and they all signed it and had some other Phillie’s sign it as well. That was so cool. I went to the game the next day.

The Cubs blew a 14-2 lead and lost the game 15-16. It was a-fricking-mazing. I went to Wrigley last year when I visited my daughter in June. I’d love to see them at home...although there certainly are more than a few Cubs fans here in Atlanta. I’ve seen the Cubs play all over the country but I’ve never seen so many Cub fans outside of Wrigley Field as they have here in Atlanta.

I try not to get too bold in my cheering efforts here...it can come back to bite you. The Cubs can come from behind like nobody I’ve ever seen but they are better at blowing massive leads and leaving men on base than any team in baseball history.

Oh, tomorrow will mark the 100th year since Dr. Archibald “Moonlight” Graham was left on deck as the 3rd out of the inning ended the game. That was as close as he ever got to the major leagues. When told that “to get so close to your dreams and not be able to touch them" was a tragedy, he really did respond:

Son, if I'd only gotten to be a doctor for five minutes... now that would have been a tragedy.

Of course he was right. And...he was real. Like I said, tomorrow marks the 100th anniversary of the day that Moonlight was left on deck. That’s the kind of luck I would have...I keep telling my kids to put all their money on the Cubs the October following my death because THAT would surely be the year that the Cubs would win the Series. And when you’re diagnosed with cancer in the spring, it sort of gives you hope for the following October!

So, I’ll be going to see the Cubs next week. Life is sweet.

See ya,

Meg

PS...Thank you, guests from Cruel.com..you may wonder why I have been dropping by so much lately. It's because the creator of that site has been so kind as to create many other web sites in my honor...just google my name to see his handi-work!

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Blogger Meg said...

I've got some pictures for Mark and Big Dee

June 27, 2005  
Blogger Anne Arky said...

Hey, you. Going to a baseball game for your birthday sounds like something I would do! Good for you! You know I'm dying to go to Wrigley Field, don't you? No, I'm not a Cubs fan -- a diehard Braves fan is what I am.
Wasn't it Archibald "MoonLIGHT" Graham, or did they change it for the movie "Field of Dreams"? (I could watch that movie over and over!) The original title of the book on which "Field of Dreams" was based was "Shoeless Joe", so it stands to reason if they changed that, they might have changed other things. Just wondering.

Anne

June 27, 2005  
Blogger Meg said...

OMG! I have to change that, you were right, an old freudian slip!

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Hanging around a discussion forum...

...I picked up on an interesting conversation. They were discussing a few things that you would be better off picking up AFTER you dropped your date off:

KY jelly and depends, Squeeze cheese and a personal massager, spray candy, tobacco sauce, and Zippo fluid, hemorrhoid cream, Rope, matches, anything remotely phallic, and girlie magazines, Duct tape , Lime , and bleach, Popsicle sticks and adhesive tape, don't pick up anything antifungal, gas related or old people related.

Some people were a little bit more practical in what they wouldn’t pick up:

The cashier. Worse yet, the cashier's wife.

And then, some people are just busy looking at what others are buying:

I was in a 7-11 one night picking up a Diet Coke and a brownie, when the guy in front of me picked up hot dog buns and KY Jelly while his girlfriend was in the car.

Some people are just so happy to be on a date, they don’t mind if they date does buy an extension cord, saran wrap and a Twinkie:

Let her/him get whatever she/he wants. Hey...HELLO, you got a date!

Yikes...I guess that person hasn’t considered the options...or else they have and they just think that being alone is worse than any of them.

Another thing you might want to consider, slang terms for the "can"...be careful which ones you use and around whom you use them. My first husband pulled up to a gas station and declared, “I have to hit the head.” He then trotted smartly into the men's room.

My mind went over many options as I sat in the car waiting for him to finish hitting his head. I had no CLUE what that meant. He eventually told me...he had just gotten out of the Marines and that’s what they called the La Trine. Well, explain that to a lady, why doncha?

I heard my son’s alarm go off so I made him breakfast and I brewed a fresh pot of coffee. I didn’t want coffee...and I didn’t want eggs for breakfast. I made them for him. After his alarm went off, I gave him about a half an hour to come out and when he didn’t, I went in to ask him when he wanted to get up. He said, “Noon.”

I asked him what time he had to leave for work and he said that he didn’t.

“Then why did you set your alarm clock?”

“In case I wanted to get up early. I don’t.”

Well, neither did I, but now I’m up...all because I wanted to be a nice mommy and make breakfast for the ingrate. His alarm clock woke ME up...but not him.

"But I made you BREAKFAST!", (She said with a whiny nasal tone.)...what am I gonna do with all this FOO-OOD? (She said in the same whiny nasal tone, making two syllables out of the word "food", instead of one.)

“Put it in the microwave...I’ll eat it later.”

That’s what I get for being spontaneously sweet. See if I do THAT again this year. Eggs are no good reheated. Neither are those big-ass Grands Biscuits. Thank God I didn’t peel, wash, and fry potatoes. I would have dragged his white butt out of that bed.

Or waffles. Oh...I miss waffles. I sold my waffle iron in the Betrayed Wife Sale last year, actually, I think it was a year ago to the day. I had my surgery of the 25th and it was the following Friday. I don’t know, it was this time last year. I sold a bunch of stuff that I shouldn’t have. I panicked and didn’t know what to do to pay the bills so I sold everything I could. Like I said, I don’t know how, but one way or another I’ve managed to pay the bills although it is getting pretty freaky right now.

Oh, now MY alarm clock is going off...BRB.

That is the dumbest alarm clock on the planet. When I HAD the directions, it took me an hour to set it. I have dared many a person to try to set that ridiculous alarm clock...they all go at it with full confidence and conviction..."Of COURSE I can set an alarm clock!"

They all eventually give up, red faced and flustered.

Of all the people who I ever asked to set that alarm clock, only one person did it, he did it right and he did it fast. He was a complete moron. I don’t know how he did that. He must be some electronic-savant like Vex.

Well, I’m going to go annoy my son until he eats this food.

See ya!

Meg

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Anonymous Paul said...

I am sorry that you were hurt by a man. A couple of women have hurt me too. I empathize !

June 27, 2005  
Anonymous Anonymous said...

Why didn't you ask him if he wanted breakfast first? You can't complain of all the work you went through without knowing if he was even hungry.

June 27, 2005  
Blogger Meg said...

I can complain all I want to...what I DON'T get is why YOU would continuously subject yourself to a blog that you find so stupid...Are you that bored?

Dee, I see you too! Your IP is on the blogpatrol, nice try...you shouldn't have mentioned my mother...you annoyed quite a few people, even the Colletti's.
And...how nice of you to call today...you knew my son was home...la di da...la di da.

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Good morning!!!

They say we learn best in the morning and I wanted to learn a couple of new words and I thought you might want to learn them with me...I like that, learning new words that is. I started reading the dictionary outside of school in two phases. First, besides just looking words up, I read all of the “instruction” pages that are filled with what now seems to be useless information. I must have felt the need to know that stuff because I remember reading it. Anyway, when I was 18, I started picking up the dictionary and purposely learning new words. I remember the first word I learned when I started doing that. It was "acrimonious". Anyway, let me look for a couple of new words for me and see if any of you know what they mean. Like the television trivia questions, I’ll put the answers in the comment section.

OK, let me see...the first word I came across that I didn’t know was “mammer”. I started at mammary.

No...it’s not what you call the little boys that I have to shoo away...the definition is in the comments.

OK, another word...tirl...I like those two. So, if you want to, you can learn what they mean too. (You know what’s odd? The spellchecker doesn’t like those two words but I got them straight out of Webster’s. Oh well.) I went out of my way to choose words that you actually might have occasion to use...I didn’t bother with scientific terms. Although...I could teach somebody something really easy and basic.

OK, I’ll do it.

Your body sets it’s metabolic “tone” early after you rise and if you don’t eat, your body will slow down the metabolic rate in response to it’s perceived “starvation mode”. Also, if you get up and move around a little bit after you wake up, your body will get ready for action and raise it’s metabolic rate. That’s a good thing. You’ll burn more calories during the course of the day if you just eat a little bit and move around really early in the day. It doesn’t take much...just something to keep in mind.

That’s the kind of information everybody can use. Theoretically, you could lose weight just by doing those two things because of the increased caloric usage from the accelerated metabolism. And, it’s always good to start your heart early in the day, you don’t feel as tired for the rest of the day. Man hasn’t been working 9-5 jobs in offices for very long...he has a little pent up energy. Walking is such a pleasure, the hard part is just doing it. Once you’re a block away from where you started, you begin to look around and find places to turn and look into. I like to go exploring in off the wall places.

There is this small waterfall 50 feet away from the road on the Blue Ridge Parkway somewhere in Virginia. I’ve been there a hundred times, mostly to get spring water, but for the life of me, I couldn’t tell you how to get there. I’d know it if I saw it. BUT...first I would have to remember if you turned north or south at Mill Mountain.

Anyway, a guy I know took me there to show it to me years ago and I’ve gone back often. Anybody who drives past it would never know it was there. As a matter of fact, tens of thousands of cars probably drive by before one stops to go to that little waterfall. But there it is, with the best natural spring water I’ve ever had. I think I’ve digressed again.

Oh well. What ever happened to that guy who’s father was the head of my high school’s science department? Just curious.

Well, I have to do a few things right now.

I’ll see ya soon.

Meg

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Blogger Meg said...

Mammer is to waver or to hesitate as in, "He who mammers is lost."

To Tirl is to "make rattling sounds, as with a door latch." "Willie Mae, shut that door and stop that gosh-derned tirlin', you're keepin' Pa awake."

OK, tirl and mammer. Mammer and tirl?

Anne? Something you order at the diner?

Meg

June 27, 2005  
Blogger Anne Arky said...

Yeah, right -- I can see the eyeballs of those guys coming right out of their heads if we walk in and ask for some mammer and tirl and hold the mayo! They'd probably never let us back in!

Anne

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Sunday, June 26, 2005

I just got a picture of the poor guys who...

...are spending so much of their time at the beck and call of Cat Flower Skank Lady. I actually feel sorry for them. I had no idea of the conditions in which they were living. I can’t post the picture because of the shocking clothing that these boys are forced to wear. Their "privates" are hanging out of the costumes and apparently, it's very, very cold where they are.


It's obvious that they are being forced to do some very unnatural things, many illegal in most states. These poor guys are not responsible for their behavior...sadly, that has become apparent. It turns out that Cat is a psychotic dominatrix and she has the boys leashed to a long and complicated series of monkey bars in a basement somewhere on the North American continent. They don’t even know where they are, they just awoke to find themselves all dressed in black leather, blonde wigs, and chained to the monkey bars. (Oh, there is one dude wearing a blue dress and a blindfold. He hangs by his wrists from the ceiling and shouts, "Whoop me til I'm good Mama Hillary, whoop me til I'm good...I've been a baaaaad boy!") The last thing they seem to remember clearly is partying at a New Orleans bordello.

Apparently, Cat is also a madam and she had these poor guys drugged by slipping cough syrup in their kool-aid. Of course it was mushroom brewed kool-aid, but it was apparently very good...they had the red stuff. They all “crashed”, one after the other, on the artificial chests of prostitutes who turned out to be guys in drag. One of them (there are 4) said he remembers everything and that all 4 of them had engaged in sex with Clyde, the big redneck dude that Cat pays to keep the boys in line. But the others all deny the entire man/woman episode, for obvious reasons. But, there are pictures of Horse and the blow up doll, he can't get those away from Zed.

They wanted me to get their story out even though it means certain retribution. But Zed kind of likes Clyde now and the horse guy is strutting like a peacock...literally. They say he just keeps walking around with his little pea cock saying, “They don’t call me Horse for nothing...uh huh....uh huh...” They actually are starting to relish the castigations but Cat has been rather neglectful in her treatment of them lately.


Actually, this is sort of a plea to her to come back to wherever these guys are and unlock the toy box. Cat, you've got to get back soon, these yahoos have run amuck.

They think that she’s in LA, harassing Nicolas Cage. But they said that it isn't HER idea, she’s under the control of Shemp, a very large bald man with a third nipple that is extremely sensitive. He has her wrist cuffed to his but they are wearing such bizarre clothing that no one notices one more chain.

And Cat can’t say anything because Shemp knows about the boys down in her cellar. She can't take a chance of drawing the attention of the police because there those boys sit, carrying out her orders, ever so eagerly. And they are all so melancholy since Zed started PMSing. Things are going slightly askew, the guy in the blue dress is starting to fall for Zed and Horse is surprised to find that he, himself, is jealous of Zed.


Oh, it's awful...they just want Cat to come back with the key so that they can get the French tickler out for Zed. He’s really into it and Cat has him on estrogen so he gets a little emotional if he doesn’t feel “satisfied” a little more frequently than the other boys. Everybody gets bored of doing him after a while and they tell him that he’s on his own but no one wants to hear him cry anymore so they want that damn French tickler. When they finally DO get it, they're gonna toss it at Zed and hope for the best.

Unfortunately, Cat pretty much has to do what Shemp says. Right now, he has her holed up in a motel on Hollywood Boulevard licking that third nipple of his. Last night she had to wear Cat lady eye make up, she did it once for $100 in a cheap hotel room filled with Japanese business-men...but Shemp just ordered her to do it last night. She used almost half of an eyeliner pencil. It was hideous. Now she can’t get it all off and she looks like a bit of a drug addict, but she’s really OK, she just needs a bath.

Cat, these boys needs you, they need your whip and your tender spikes. They count on you to make it “hurt so good”. Sure, they can play with each other for a while, but they need you to direct them. Otherwise, they’re just having wild and crazy sex-capades that could lead to permanent damage...and then what good will they be to you? Trust me, you don’t want to see one of those twisted, head-small peckers...“that kind of thing would send a young girl screaming into the night”. And...it isn't
very easy to find a bunch of dim-witted men who will worship at your Cat-alter so consider that...they are not going to be easy to replace!

Just go back for a weekend (SOON!), give them the toy box key and make them watch you lick nipple man. Then EVERYBODY will be happy.


Oh, by the way, they appreciate the pink panties that you left them but were wondering if you could get your hands on 4 purple bustiers. I tried to talk them out of purple but Zed wants it, the hormones you know. Actually, the whole bustier thing is his idea, he seems to be growing boobs and he wants the rest of the guys to show their support for him by wearing the bustiers with him.

Oh, I have to tell you that I think that it was a bad idea to leave them with a TV that only gets Oprah and Lifetime. But that’s just my opinion.

As you say, “They’re your bitches.”

Well, my work here is done.

Meg

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Anonymous Anonymous said...

Huh? I'm confused. What does this mean?

June 27, 2005  
Blogger Meg said...

It's an allegorical story about some truly sad, sad, little boys who are manipulated by a Pussy.

June 27, 2005  
Anonymous Timothy Cullen said...

What a great blog. Hello. I have found your writings and wish to invite you to my site. Your writing is good and I will begin visiting here more often.

Care to collaborate?

June 27, 2005  
Blogger Meg said...

Timothy,

Sure, I'd love to discuss that. Email me at Meg.kelso@gmail.com

See ya,

Meg

June 27, 2005  
Anonymous Anonymous said...

Regarding that Timothy Cullen website...is that meant to be comedic or satirical writing? I hope so!

http://bloglikeanegyptian.com/2006_08_01_archive.html

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Here is an amazing Date From Hell Story...

...Told in the ladies own words:

haha oh my...i met this guy in a chat room i think...i can't really remember...anyway he had been bugging me about going out and at the time my grandmother was in the hospital so i really didn't want to go out with him, but just to get him off my back i agreed only if we could meet somewhere close to the hospital just in case i had to go back...anyway-so we meet at my mom's house because i had to take the dog for a walk and clean up her place a bit (she hadn't been home at all since my grandmother went into the hospital) so we take the dog for a walk and he tells me that he just bought a car ...good for him blah blah blah i'm a firm believer that first dates guys should pay-ESPECIALLY if he's asked me out-after that then things can be sorted out and divided up or whatever...(even though I always offer to pay my half-i figure if he's a gentleman he won't let me pay?) so i mention a few times that i'm starving-and i was-i hadn't eaten all day. he says something like he just bought a car so he has no money-i ask him if he paid cash for it or put anything down on it and he said no...so i was like oh ok...so then we decide to watch a movie-and this guy has the audacity to sit next to me and try to unbutton my pants and put his hand down my pants...i was like wtf do you think you're doing??? so he moves and i'm thinking okay he's backing off...then i say i'm bored...he says well we should go into the bedroom it'll be more fun! (I know i should have ended the date already, but i didnt) so we go outside and i bend over to pick something up and he makes a comment about a sexual position...and i've about had it...so i am so hungry i scrounge through my mom's fridge to make something to eat and this guy has the nerve to ask me to make him something to eat! so finally i tell him i have to get back to the hospital and he walks out to the car with me and tries to kiss me...i just turn my cheek and told him i dont kiss on the first date...So i'm thinking this guy will get the message-apart from the fact that i told him i wasn't interested..but NO...he texts messages me the next day and says "i know you're going through a hard time with your g-ma in the hospital but i have to ask you a question" so i'm like "what" and he texts me back with "would you ever let me eat you out"Needless to say I didn't respond and I never talked to him again...what are some guys thinking??

Well, I think they're thinking that if you are going to "host" a date, you mean business. Unfortunately for us and for the decent guys, this is why we don't want them in our houses. What a shame. You know, if I hadn't seen guys like this with my own eyes, I wouldn't believe it. But you would be absoluetly STUNNED at how many of this type are out there, crawling around waiting for a decent, trusting lady to leech onto. And they leech on in every sense of the word, financially, emotionally, even pfysically. All of those resources are ours to tap into. We shouldn't be wasting them on pigs like these. Like I said before, the ickier they are, the stickier they are. Stay away!

Meg

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Anonymous Scratch said...

I don't get it. Are you saying the guy did something wrong? Those moves have always worked for me.

June 27, 2005  
Anonymous Anonymous said...

Meg:
Geez that guy was some kind of creap, obviously bad upbringing.
Buddy

June 27, 2005  
Blogger Meg said...

Yeah...creepy for sure, almost as bad as my own personal date from hell, chronicled here somewhere in this blog.

June 27, 2005  
Blogger That Weird Guy said...

Yeah... Go team loser! I love the super-creepy guys. They keep making me look better. :)

It's kind of like your coworkers. Some people hate the lazy guy. I love the lazy guy, he makes me look like I get SO much done in comparison. LOL

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I’ve been trying to look up...

...quotes regarding television. Specifically, any thoughts on what perilous penalty we might pay for the privilege of watching that box. But, everywhere I look, all I can find is hate talk by every well known hate group that there is. I couldn’t find one thoughtful, cogent piece of information about the subject. (One thing I did see was that Google searches contribute heavily to pop up ads and therefore I am taking the ads off of this blog, I don't want to participate in the irritating tactics of that company.)

That’s rather annoying. I don’t like that because some would infer from these search results that only far out fanatics would make a claim that might be anti-Big Black Box.

I’m sure that the information must exist, but I can’t find it using the usual search methods or keywords. All I am finding is hateful rhetoric.

CNN and Fox News both do this brand of pigeonholing in that they do, indeed, represent the other side...but they do so with the biggest dunce that they can find to exemplify their obviously divergent views. CNN had a show where they actually used a preacher-dude as the “right” leaning guy and Fox uses Colmes to represent the “left” on Hannity and Colmes. So, sure, they have someone espousing the opposite opinion, but they choose a huge Bozo with whom they deliver the message.

If you watched 3 different newscasts, you would get 3 different sets of facts. How can you count on them to get anything right when they don't particularly care about the little details? Then, they manipulate the sound bites that they do use so that they can pretty much manipulate not only what actually occurred, but also the way you might feel about it.

They all blather on about being non-biased but they are all so inherently biased in their perspectives. And that, on the surface, doesn’t seem to be a bad thing...does it? Why not report both sides? Well, there’s a reason that it's wrong. This kind of behavior from the media is very polarizing. We should all be gathering accurate information and making rational judgments based on an analysis of that information. Freedom of the press was intended to go to a non-biased, fact reporting press. I doubt that the Founding Fathers ever could have foreseen Dan Rather coming.

We as citizens really don’t even choose the issues that are discussed on any given day. I don’t hear anybody discussing things that effect my life right now. Somehow, the media and the politicians seem to do this over-rehearsed dance that manipulates us into finding non-issues important.

We may develop an opinion simply by hearing about a particular issue. Then, when that issue is discussed further, we either re-examine or reinforce our opinions. We hear what others have to say and we consider varied viewpoints and then we come to our own conclusion. Sooner or later we have some small emotional stake in that issue and it becomes important to us. Before you know it, people are arguing about things that they never really cared about in the first place.

Most of us are smart enough to choose our battles a little more carefully but there is a segment of our society that enjoys the divisive atmosphere in which we find ourselves. They have found a way to actually market "special interests" and that's kind of frightening.

They flourish in an environment where blatant hypocrisy is tolerated and the “ends” steadfastly justify the “means”. Negativity is stalked down and embellished, and then it’s fed to us in daily tid-bits of never-ending prattle. I would hate to be judged in sound bites of my daily life. I would have to be on guard at all times and I couldn’t accomplish much like that. (Maybe that’s why they can’t get anything done.)

That intrinsic aspect of the media leans itself to manipulation. The politicians who are supposed to be busy running the country are instead, sparring daily for the evening news. They can take the most insignificant, inconsequential action or choice of words and accrue a months’ worth of complimentary media interest simply by pointing a finger.

With a simple, “Look what he did!” any given politician has efficiently deflected any accountability for the foreseeable future. He or she is now free to show up in front of the cameras and tell everyone what a bum the antagonist is and then the antagonist has to tackle the allegation and the media fall out which will, if only on a slow news day, most assuredly ensue. Nobody has to accomplish anything because obviously the bad guy is stopping them and the media is happy because they don't have to speak to each other that night. There seems to be no one who would benefit from peace and tranquility.

Oh well, it could be worse.

Now, if I could only find my glasses, I could see something. But I can’t.

So...I guess I’ll just go stare into space.

See ya,

Meg

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Does HaloScan work yet?

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I haven’t been able to...

...find my glasses since I woke up this morning. I hate that. I’m the only one here and I can’t SEE to find the stupid spectacles. I don’t remember where I took them off, right next to the couch, I would assume. Let me go look there again...Nope, not there. Oh well. I am supposed to drive somewhere today but I can’t without my glasses.

I just did that thing that I do, the dishes. They never seem to go away, do they? I couldn’t work out in the yard today because it rained just enough to make mud. So, I’ve been trying to come up with things to keep me busy. I never did get to go out and have some fun this weekend...I started to a couple of times, even got all dressed but then, for one reason or another I didn’t do what I wanted to do. That’s OK, I doubt that I missed anything. It’s pretty boring out there all by yourself, isn’t it? I see other people with someone and I miss that. I really do want to find someone that I can do things with...it would be so nice. Especially if the guy liked to do interesting things. I can only sit in so many movie theaters. After a while, it’s nice to just dress up and go out and have a nice evening. I remember that from being single.

Once they get married, too many people sort of settle in and forget to date each other. There’s no reason for that. Married couples should always date...It doesn’t even have to be that often, every couples of months isn’t asking too much...I would have appreciated it.

My ex and I always went out. And living in Chicago, we went to some nice places. If nothing else, we did have fun. He wasn’t a complete waste of time. Vex, on the other hand, would have never offered to go out to a nice restaurant. We went out to eat, but in the past ten years, we only went to a really nice dinner once...and that was because we had a gift card for one of the nicest restaurants in Atlanta. It was about to expire if we didn’t use it so I finally had to force him to go. That was fun. It really does make a woman feel good when her husband WANTS her to get all dressed up and go out with him. If you haven't done so, you should try it.

You know, I was thinking about what a neat thing the fly-swatter is. That sucker hasn’t changed in my lifetime and from what I’ve seen in movies, it hasn’t changed much at all in the past hundred years. I don’t know what I’d do to improve upon it, maybe I’d make a swankier handle (that wire is tacky). But the killing apparatus seems to work efficiently...and either I’m getting proficient or the flies are getting slower because I’m squashing those bastards left and right. My father used to say to leave the dead ones on the window sill as a warning to the others. That never worked. (He was pretty young when he said that, I’ll have to ask him why.) Anyway, I’m not leaving fly carcasses lying around the kitchen.

Hell, if that notion worked, there wouldn’t be so many flies on any one fly strip. Weren’t those some nasty little things? I don’t know why anyone would want one of those in their house...it would just FREAK ME OUT.

Especially those flies that are only stuck by a little piece of wing, you know, they sit there writhing about in the most pitifully futile manner. Sometimes you can even hear them and that’s just too yucky for me. I couldn’t handle living with a strip full of dead, dying and decaying fly remains. I don’t mind the fly-swatter, though. I kind of like it. The dog has chewed the end of it but it still works like a charm. Fully functional fly flattener, for effectively flushing out fricking flying life forms.

So, that’s been my day, doing dishes and assassinating flies. Every where I have ever lived, since I was old enough to reach the sink, the dishes have been my job. When I was a kid, I was the oldest so I had to do them. When I got married, I was the wife so I had to do them. When I was single, I was the Mom and I had to do them. When I married Vex, somebody had to do them. It usually ended up being the person who is annoyed by dirty dishes. That’s why I’m always doing them. I don’t have a dishwasher and my father thinks that is a disgrace. Is it? The house is fine...there just isn’t a dishwasher. Is that as terrible as my father seems to think it is?

Or, is it just me? Are there a bunch of people washing dishes? Am I really as oppressed as my father would have me believe? I tend to think that there ARE a lot of people doing dishes by hand...am I right?

Once again, I’m just curious.

Now, I'm going to make a nice dinner. I wish there was someone to share it with.:(

Meg

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Anonymous Larry said...

About TV ... When I was young in the early 50's, people in my hometown neighborhood were just beginning to buy TVs. The closest TV station was 90 miles away in Charlotte so peolpe needed a pretty high antenna to receive the signal. Many local ministers referred to the anrennae as Devil's Tails.

June 26, 2005  
Blogger Meg said...

WOW! I would love to hear why they felt that way! Did you listen in church? LOL...maybe you can remember what they were afraid of? I am still doing an occasional search but I am missing something...I'll figure it out.

June 26, 2005  
Blogger Anne Arky said...

Meg,
Your father is wrong -- lots of people still wash dishes. I did not have a dishwasher at my last apartment (which I only left in November). After I had lived there for awhile, the management began putting them in newly vacated ones, and I had the option of getting one, but I would have lost quite a big percentage of my cabinet space, so I declined. I have one now, but still end up washing a lot of things either I don't feel it's safe to put in the dishwasher or I will need before I run it again.

Anne with the dishpan hands

June 27, 2005  
Blogger Meg said...

I knew it! I knew I wasn't living in the last century! See Dad! Other people DO dishes by hand as well! Palmolive liquid---do your thing! Oh, the next trivia thing will be on old TV commercials!!!! Good idea! Stay tuned for TV Commercial Trivia!!!!


Meggers

June 27, 2005  
Blogger That Weird Guy said...

I hate washing dishes. If I didn't have a dishwasher, I'd live off of paper plates and plastic ware. LOL

Oh, and I think I know why Larry's church was so worked up by TV's. They'd lose plenty of revenue on Sundays when football loving families would stay home to watch the games. ;)

June 27, 2005  
Blogger Meg said...

I'm sure that there were people who predicted moral doom when TV was introduced, I just can't find any on the net, I may actually have to go to the GASP library!

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Well, I’ve been looking...

...for some dour predictions made about television. I couldn’t really find anything in detail but I did find a few quotes:

"Television is an invention that permits you to be entertained in your living room by people you wouldn't have in your home."-- David Frost

Isn’t that the truth. I wouldn’t want Tom Cruise in my house, especially since he’s gone off the deep end.

Mr. Sarnoff would probably love to take this quote back:

"It is probable that television drama of high caliber and produced by first-rate artists will materially raise the level of dramatic taste of the American nation." -- David Sarnoff

And this guy sorely over-estimated the American people:

Television won't last because people will get tired of staring at a plywood box every night.
Darryl Zanuck, 20th Century Fox co-founder, 1946


This comment is more along the lines of what I was looking for but it was made in 1968, not early enough...I am still trying to find some good, cautionary quotes regarding television:

The main result of all these developments will be to eliminate 99 per cent of human activity, and to leave our descendants faced with a future of utter boredom, where the main problem in life is deciding which of the several hundred TV channels to select. Arthur C Clarke, The World of 2001, 1968

And I don’t think that any of us could deny the following statement:

The television business is a cruel and shallow money trench, a long plastic hallway where thieves and pimps run free and good men die like dogs.
Dr. Hunter S. Thompson


I did come across a few things that I thought were kind of interesting, in a rainy day “I’ve got nothing better to do” sort of way:

The first TV couple to share a bed was not on "The Brady Bunch" or "The Munsters," but was on "The Mary Kay and Johnny" show in 1947. It was the first situation comedy ever.

The first television shows to have the characters take bathroom breaks were "All in the Family" and "Married with Children."

The first toilet ever seen on television was on "Leave It to Beaver."

In every episode of Seinfeld there is a Superman somewhere.

I knew about the Superman in all of the Seinfeld episodes...I just wanted to mention it for those who may not have noticed that Superman on Seinfeld who is always on a shelf or on the fridge in Seinfeld’s apartment.

OK, I looked up some TV trivia and they just wanted to sell books so I made up some questions of my own. Where possible, I am going to ask the question in a way that makes it tough to search the answer. The first question is an example of what I mean (of course, I may be wrong, you may be able to search the answers, but try not to):

1. To what little girl did Mrs. Beasley belong?

2. What did Jim Anderson call his daughters?

3. Which one of Beaver Cleaver’s friends made up a fake club and had Beaver show up to the meeting blindfolded so that he couldn’t see that there were no other club-members?

4. What was the potent ingredient in Vita-meata-vege-min?

5. Who became very upset that she had no trophies on her bedroom shelf like her sister? AND...bonus question: What activity did she end up really enjoying?

6. What niggling red-head infuriated Rubin Kincaid?

7. Who put their silverware in the pockets of a billiard table?

8. Who was Andy’s first steady girl on the Andy Griffith Show?

9. How did Rob and Laura Petrie first meet?

10. What was the name of the singing group that tried to hide in peace on Gilligan’s Island?

11. What fake word did Alex Keaton try to use in Scrabble and how did he define it?

12. What Angel made two brief appearances on I Dream of Jeannie?

13. Name the only FEMALE witch friend and/or family member of Samantha’s whose name DID NOT end in an “A”.

14. Write a few lines from any of Greg Brady’s songs.

15. Who walked out of the bathroom without his shirt because he had become so wrapped up in the 3-D art on the wall?

16. Who made his bar mitzvah as an adult? Hint: To make it a surprise for his mother, he had to sneak around, leading his friends to think that he was up to no good.

17. Who invited his buddy to put a can on his head saying, “Go on...Have a think!”?

18. Who was rescued from his cellar by a “black Jesus”?

19. What item did Lucy sneak on an airplane by dressing it up as a baby?

20. What show’s theme song became a Top 40 hit in 1975?

Here are 5 extra questions that should be specific to the Chicago area:

1. Who was Oliver O. Oliver?

2. How did Ray Raynor know what he was going to do next?

3. What do the first two questions have in common?

4. Who was Garfield the Goose's little companion?

5. What was the address for Bozo tickets?

OK...that was fun. Now, see if you can figure them out. The answers are in the comment section of this post.

If you still have some spare time, see if you can find your old school photographs at this site:

http://www.worldschoolphotographs.com/


I hope you’re having a nice weekend!

Meg

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I had to come read about the woman who has provoked so many. You are very articulate and your sincerity shows through. You keep trudging on without missing a beat. Good for you, young lady.
I will be back to visit often.

Kenneth

June 26, 2005  
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Darn it Meg I was hoping to find a decent pic of myself to post. I can't post THOSE!

June 26, 2005  
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And I was afraid of the pictures of me with braces...I wonder if there really is a site like that? Ya think? I'll look.

Meg

June 26, 2005  
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1. To what little girl did Mrs. Beasley belong?

Mrs. Beasley belonged to Buffy from Family Affair.

2. What did Jim Anderson call his daughters?

Princess and Kitten.

3. Which one of Beaver Cleaver’s friends made up a fake club and had Beaver show up to the meetings blindfolded so that he couldn’t see that there were no other members of the club?

Larry.

4. What was the potent ingredient in Vita-meata-vege-min?

Alcohol.

5. Who became very upset that she had no trophies on her bedroom shelf like her sister? AND...bonus question: What activity did she end up really enjoying?

Jan Brady...she took up something nerdy like knitting or macrame..I forget.

6. What niggling red-head annoyed Rubin Kincaid?

That was Danny Partridge.

7. Who put their silverware in the pockets of a billiard table?

The Beverly Hillbillies.

8. Who was Andy’s first steady girl on the Andy Griffith Show?

Ellie, the lady druggist.

9. How did Rob and Laura Petrie first meet?

When he was in the Army and she was performing for the USO.

10. What was the name of the singing group that tried to hide in peace on Gilligan’s Island?

The Mosquitoes.

11. What fake word did Alex Keaton try to use in Scrabble and how did he define the word?

TOQUO...to towel off.

12. What Angel made two brief appearances on I Dream of Jeannie?

Farrah Fawcitt

13. Name the only FEMALE witch and/or family member of Samantha’s whose name DIDN’T end in “A”.

I forgot...but it’ll come to me. I thought I would have remembered by now...I’ll think of it.

14. Write a few lines from any of Greg Brady’s songs.

Birds flying high,
In search of a clear blue sky,
As they're chopping down the trees below them.
Come take a stand,
And help us save the land,
Let's go out and try to make things better.

When it's time to change (when it's time to change),
Don't fight the tide, go along for the ride,
Don't ya see.
When it's time to change, you've got to rearrange,
Who you are and what you're gonna be.
Sha na na na na na na na na
Sha na na na na.
Sha na na na na na na na na na
Sha na na na na

Everybody's smiling (sunshine day),
Everybody's laughing (sunshine day),
Everybody seems so happy today in the sunshine day.
Oooh. Can't you dig the sunshine?
Feel the sun and the rays.
Can't you hear it calling your name?

We're gonna keep on, keep on, keep on singing and dancing all through the night.
Keep on, keep on, keep on doing it right.
We're gonna keep on, keep on , keep on moving,
We're gonna keep on, keep on, keep on grooving.
Keep on singing and dancing all through the night.

15. Who walked out of the bathroom without his shirt because he had become so wrapped up in the 3-D art on the wall?

George Costanza.

16. Who made his bar mitzvah as an adult?

Buddy Sorrell...The Dick Van Dyke Show.

17. Who invited his buddy to put a can on his head saying, “Go on...Have a think!”?

Gomer Pyle said that to Andy Griffith.

18. Who was rescued from his cellar by a “black Jesus”?

A drunken Archie Bunker.

19. What did Lucy sneak on an airplane by dressing it up as a baby?

A big hunk of cheese.

20. What show’s theme song became a Top 40 hit in 1975?

Welcome Back Kotter.



1. Who was Oliver O. Oliver?

Bozo’s clown friend.

2. How did Ray Raynor know what he was going to do next?

He pulled a piece of paper off of his over-alls.

3. What do the first two questions have in common?

Oliver O. Oliver was Ray Raynor.

4. Who was Garfield the Goose's little companion?

Romberg Rabbit

5. What was the address for Bozo tickets?

2501 West Bradley Place
Chicago, Illinois.

June 26, 2005  
Blogger Anne Arky said...

Well, I got 12 out of 20. I even got Buffy Davis' and Ellie Walker's last names and Laura Petrie's role in the USO (she was a dancer). Not bad for a Monday morning, when I can't even tell you my own name.

Anne

June 27, 2005  
Blogger Meg said...

No, actually, that's pretty good considering I just went into my own brain and asked tough questions. Sharpen your skills, girl, I'm gonna do triva on the weekends from now on.:):):)

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OK...

...I got it. The person who wrote the post that was deleted has e-mailed me and it is safe for me to address her subject at this point, her anonymity is ensured.

I found her comment intriguing. She wondered what effects that pornography would have on GIRLS as opposed to boys. She though that perhaps her early introduction to porn had something to do with the fact that she HAD to fantasize and couldn't just “go with the flow” of it all. I get it.

Yeah, it is quite a bit of work for us. We have entire scenarios going on in there and if you don’t ask us, you may miss some good stories.

I wonder if she is right, can you get something caught in your mind at such a young age that it becomes almost a fetish...somehow necessary for you to enjoy sex?

I never saw many dirty magazines when I was growing up, if my father had them, he kept them well hidden. I found more by having brothers than anything else. Heck, when I was a kid, National Geographic and the underwear section of the Sears Catalogue were pornographic to me.
The point that I wanted to make was that there is such a dichotomy between what is expected of us as women and how pornography can impacts us as little girls.

When we are forming our perceptions of ourselves, we are susceptible to all kinds of influences. When we are trying to figure out how to be nice young ladies, we get quite a mixed message. It comes from pornography and from society in general. Women are in charge of applying the sexual brakes. It seems as though the easiest way to teach a young girl to do that is to teach them that sex is BAD. We do get that message early in life and then when it is time to say yes, we can feel so guilty somewhere so deep inside that we have to come up with elaborate fantasies instead of just being able to “go with the flow.”

Do I think it has to do with pornography? Yes. And so many other things that you see whenever you look around.

I was serious about the “fantasy training”, you really can train yourself to fantasize more “in the moment”. It takes a long time but it also took a long time to develop those patterns. We all have fantasies that evolve, just take control over the evolution of your fantasies.

It not only will allow you to do what you want to do, which is to feel more of what is going on and therefore lesson the need for the fantasy in the first place, it will also help to lose any fantasies that, for whatever reason, you are uncomfortable with. So, either way, you can learn to change that, you have the rest of your life to practice. You’ll get it right.

OK...now I am going to go back to searching for those television quotes. I’m getting annoyed with this.

Meg

Big D, I've got a disc with some shots you might like, comment again and I'll show them to you.

Oh, I see you've been back again. HI!

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I'm also upset because my brilliantly composed reply was dumped out with the rest of the rubbish. You didn't have to flush *everything*, you know, including your own legitimate post.I can't think of a single way to squash readership faster than arbitrary censorship. Good, bad and ugly, you are going to get them because you are popular. You're a good writer. Maybe turning comments off altogether and then installing a hit counter would better suit your needs, I dunno.

That was and will be the only post that ever gets taken down and that was because of the inherent nature of the ladies concern. Nasty comments would contribute to her feelings and I did not want to give those yahoos an opportunity to make her feel worse. I am going to regroup and answer her concern in another post and in a way that no one is made to feel badly. :) Then, if someone wants to comment, it won't look as though they are speaking TO her in any way, shape or form.

They don’t bother me. It takes a few minutes but I just delete them...I hate to do that because it does appear to be arbitrary but it isn’t. If they were just someone disagreeing with me, I wouldn’t mind. But I don’t want anyone to use it as a place to offend anyone else from. I am not going to let them control anything I do...I certainly am not going to stop comments all together, I like the normal discourse. Thank you for the kind words. The months of obscurity in which I have written so far have taught me what a legitimate "nasty comment" looks like. Actually, as Guy could tell you, there never have been many at all.

Now...I have been searching for comments regarding any warnings that people may have made regarding television, comments made at the time they created TV....not anything in the past 50 years. I’m not having a very good time of it, I can’t seem to find anything just using the obvious words...is there anyone out there who can? I’m looking for any cautionary commentary regarding television at the time it was introduced. If you find some, e-mail them to me at meg.kelso@gmail.com.

Thanks.

See ya,

Meg

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What say you, Meg?

...Have you ever considered switch hitting?

Nope. Never. Not on my worst man day have I ever for one moment considered that. Not that there’s anything wrong with that. A person’s sexual preference should be nobody’s business but their own’s. I never even met a lesbian until after I was married, as far as I know.

The first one I met was, ironically enough, right near San Francisco. I was working and another nurse and I went outside to eat on the lawn. For some reason, she just came out and told me that she was a lesbian. My response made her laugh, I said, “Oh really? Can I touch you?” And then I touched her on the forearm. We finished our lunch and we never brought the subject up again, as I said, I was married.

I do get along rather well with most gay men...not sexually of course...I just find that, as a group, they have a great sense of humor. Not always, but often enough for me to have noticed that trend. Years ago, I worked with one gay guy and we both loved to watch Seinfeld. It was still on weekly and we did, literally, talk about it at the water cooler.

I miss that show. It was the last program that actually made me laugh out loud. The original Dick Van Dyke Show and All in the Family are the only other shows that STILL make me laugh, no matter how many times I see them. I anticipate the jokes now and I laugh before they speak the lines. Other shows made me laugh at one time or another but they don’t STILL make me laugh. MASH was good and I laughed at the time...but I also laughed at the Brady Bunch once. The 3 shows that I mentioned are the only shows that can consistently make me laugh. I think Leave it to Beaver and Andy Griffith can do it occasionally, but not as often as the other 3.

I don’t even bother trying to watch network programs anymore. People keep saying, “Oh, you’ll love this show!!!” But I never do. Apparently, they’ve run out of ideas. They just made another “Gilligan’s Island” and I don’t know why. I can think of very few other shows that were the butt of so many jokes, with the possible exception of “My Mother the Car”.

It’s a shame that they can’t come up with any new ideas, heck, American Idol is nothing more than another talent show. We’ve always had some form of talent show, even if it was the Gong Show. The only difference is that now the television show proclaims them to be stars and so they are. They send them from one show to another and then they are celebrities.
That’s a little bit frightening. We have our idol du jour and people who have won a talent show are elevated to some standard that they didn’t actually acchieve. Who’s falling for this stuff?

Earlier I mentioned critical thinking and the fact that it is a dying skill. We should be thinking more than to let the television choose our ideas, much less our idols. I think that most people are smart enough to see through the silliness on television but there are far too many stupid people in the country as you may have noticed. They can be easily manipulated and the TV people know just how to do it.

We should really be careful to whom we apply terms like “idol” and “star”. It belittles the words themselves and then it sets the standards a little bit lower. There isn’t that much to aspire to when winning a singing contest gets you pinned with the term “idol”.

I’d be curious to see what people said when they invented television and if they ever considered the consequences before they put such power into the hands of that little box.

I’m sure that someone, somewhere must have foreseen a dire corollary of some sort. I’m going to go look and see what I can come up with. I’d be interested in any quotes that anyone out there might be able to find that in any way foretold of some sort of moral penalty to be paid in exchange for the power that television could wield.

Meg

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Is it me...

...or is this obviously a fake profile, specifically geared as bait for little ol’ me?

http://www.plentyoffish.com
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They took the time to create that persona and then to send this e-mail to me:

Hi Meg,
read your profile and I was drawn to the most telling part of a first(maybe last) date. The kiss, yes that does say a lot about the person. Of course there is more to it then that but I do believe a good kisser is hard to find and one worth keeping. As for what to do on a first date we could always find a romantic spot ,in public, that would lend it self to exploring. I am a romantic,certainly funny,cute kind of guy. I do come with references and a picture or two. I would enjoy exploring with you all the opportunities we might encounter. So call me and lets at least see if there is a spark."Z"


My word, I should be touched. So much time and effort, all directed to me. OK...that was fun, now I’m going out to have a nice evening.

Oh, before you go, I'm sorry that you had to make that lady and those who felt like her feel foolish, I only answered her question. And, now, I'm going to remove her comment and ask that she e-mail me directly. People like you are the reason people like her can't talk about the way they feel. Shame on you.

Gotta go,

See ya,

Meg

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June 25, 2005  
Blogger Digger Jones said...

It could be just you. I used to be a usenet troll and ran a gang with other trolls. It was lots of fun flaming people and watching them get their panties in a wad. And some folks gave as good as they got. We recruited them into our cause.

The basic thing is, is that trolls are generally a lazy lot. We like cheap thrills. Some do hatch fairly elaborate schemes, but this is exceedingly rare. You're good, Meg, but not THAT good!LOL!

You have a youngling pestering you. Let 'em have at it. Take the most vicious attacks and make them part of your profile. How do you think I became a condescending prick of a husband? Courtesy of an anonymous commenter.

FWIW, you can also set up the comments so that only registered users can comment. Creating a blogger account isn't difficult, but even that little step will shed the more lazy little trolls off your hide.

D.

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I just saw a commercial...

...for a show that asks, “Is it still cheating if it’s just on the internet?”
I don’t even have to watch the show...I can tell you, if you have to hide it from your spouse, it most certainly IS cheating. Deception is the bullet that comes out of the infidelity gun.

That’s what rips through your guts and destroys lives.

Vex sat here on this computer for countless hours IM’ing and visiting porn sites. He lied about it every time. Even when I showed him the highlighted links that led me straight to his porno-sites, he blamed it on my sons. Funny how when Vex left, my sons lost their taste for pornography.

Even if it starts out “innocently” enough, like marijuana leads to stronger drug abuse, it will lead to further and more deviant behavior. The thing about marijuana that leads to other drugs is the thing that makes the internet so dangerous. It’s the access that combines with each other to be a potential disaster. (Which is why I think marijuana should be legalized, but that's another subject.)

If someone has constant access to something as tempting as sex, they will seek further access and sooner or later, the anonymous people that they are speaking to will be close enough for them to actually meet. Internet predators are not only after children, they are after married people too.

They don’t care, they really, really don’t. Married is even an appealing trait to some of them who find a married person less likely to “talk”.

The thing that hurt the most in all that I went through with Vex was the hideous deception. Nothing else hurt me as much. If you have to lie about your behavior, it is wrong. It’s the lies that cause the pain and once you start lying, you have to tell more lies. When the lying starts to get easy and the access to other horny freaks is right there, trouble is right around the corner.

I’d be interested to hear how some people can justify an internet relationship as being anything but innocent if they have to lie about it. Some people might compare internet porn to a Playboy Magazine but there’s a big difference, the Playboy Magazine women don’t speak back to you. They can’t carry on a relationship with a man simply because he looks at their picture in the bathroom. On the internet, there are too many ways for a person to communicate.

Just like it isn’t the actual sex that holds a relationship together, it doesn’t take actual sex to tear it apart. Years of wonderful moments and shared experiences can be trashed by one lie. That one lie can turn a devoted soul into a distrustful person that can’t find their way back to you. Is it worth it? Is it worth hurting the one person who counts on you?

So many people engage in internet tom-foolery and they consider it something innocent or innocuous. It isn’t. Unless you can tell your spouse about what you are doing, it isn’t innocent and it isn’t innocuous.

If you are lucky enough to have someone who loves you and wants to be with you...why would you risk that for an unknown thrill that could never equal the contentment that you feel when you’re with the person that loves you already? It may seem like fun and you may even feel “justified” by something that has been going on in your relationship. But it isn’t worth it.

It isn’t worth it because when you start out being deceptive, you will never find anything worth having. If it is something that you have to lie about, it IS cheating. And the person that you are cheating the most out of is yourself.

Meg

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When was the last time you had sex?

Can you answer that question in minutes? If so...you are probably not in a very serious relationship. I would worry about the future of any couple that would find any reason to rush to the internet immediately after having sex.

If you can answer that question in hours, you are probably dating. It’s Saturday and many dating couples went out and had some fun last night. Although some might be waiting for tonight...I think the more seriously dating you are, the better the chances that you had some sex last night.

If your answer is in days...you are probably married. Married people shoot for an opportunity more than they do a certain night. But, if the husband was nice enough to take the wife out last night, chances are, again, better than usual that he got himself a little. Maybe that explains all the yard work on the weekends...there do seem to be a lot of men taking their wives out in my neighborhood judging by the lawnmowers that I hear in the background. I would think that a Friday or Saturday night romp in the hay would be more conducive to yard work the following day. (That’s a good thing to remember, ladies.)

If your answer is in weeks, you are spending too much time at work. You need to get out more and I don’t mean to bars. I mean bowling or tennis or hiking, anything but work. Of course, you could just have very high standards and if that’s the case, more power to ya.

I guess it also matters if you are a man or a woman. I keep hearing men say that it’s easier for women to get “lucky” than it is for them. That’s probably true but we would have to lower OUR standards to take advantage of that little benefit and we don’t want to. Well, most of us don’t anyway. There are plenty of women who would lower their standards, hell married men are an option to some women. For most women, married men are the easiest to avoid...of COURSE we aren’t going to go out with them...DUH.

If you go for a good looking professional-type and hope that does it, you’ll be very disappointed much of the time. There are some good looking guys that fool you for a moment. They clean up well and they look very proficient in their careers. They appear to be something that you might find quite attractive but if you can avoid sleeping with them for just a few minutes, they will quickly tip their hand and show themselves for the...whatever...that they are. They could be any one of a number of things but they are usually one of two things in addition to their other faults...they are either prolific liars or total idiots.

If you use money alone as a standard, you might as well call yourself a prostitute and get it over with.

I’d like to think that most people today are using their brains when it comes to sex. I would hope that we would never go back to the dreadfully superficial and dazzlingly phony times that we went through in the 70’s. It was pre-AIDS and things were just so different then. But one thing that hasn’t changed is that on some level, “Women give sex to get love and men give love to get sex.” That isn’t so true in committed relationships as it is in the casual sex that ends up going nowhere at all.

Sex means different things to men and women and one of the things that happens almost immediately after a women has sex with a man is that she starts to become just a little bit protective of the guy. Some women can go into a relationship blinded by the “new” of it all and end up in denial before giving herself time to really take a good look at the guy she ended up with. Unfortunately, loser dudes are harder to get rid of than they are too attract. The ickier they are, the stickier they are.

I think we women know that we have more opportunities than the men do and like Spiderman’s uncle said, “With great power comes great responsibility.” We have to put an end to the proceedings much more often than they do...that’s just the way it is. It isn’t fair and it IS a double standard but it is the reality of it.

And I think that most of us have been utilizing some discretion, maybe a little bit too often. After a while, a woman can get so sick of rejecting men nicely that she tends to get a little rude about it. Maybe not all the time, but once in a blue moon, an over reaction can occur. So, if you’re a guy and some lady has really given you a bad time for a minor infraction, cut her some slack. The frogs must have been nipping at her heels that night.

Well, I’m going to head off to do the one constant in my life...the dishes.

Meg

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Anonymous Anonymous said...

huh?

June 25, 2005  
Blogger Meg said...

You know...everybody doesn't have to get it. The people who do will are all that matter.

June 25, 2005  
Anonymous Anonymous said...

I get it.

June 25, 2005  
Anonymous Anonymous said...

I get it, I just think you're superficial and narrow.

June 25, 2005  
Anonymous Anonymous said...

You need a diary of your suicide.

June 25, 2005  
Blogger Digger Jones said...

Jon Lovitz once did a bit on Saturday Night Live, where he commented on how there was a shortage of eligible men and the refrain was "Women, lower your standards!"

And there have been a number of articles documenting how it is a buyer's market out there, as far as young, educated men. Currently, there are more young women enrolled in universities and colleges nationwide compared to young men. So women, looking to even marry someone someone equal in an educational sense, are having a bit of a struggle. If they want to have husbands, babies and families many of them are going to have to either forfeit the dream or lower their standards. Guess which they are going to choose?

I suppose more of them could decide to become lesbians and adopt. I mean if the frogs are getting obnoxious, why not call it a day and see if another princess is up for some action?

What say you, Meg? Have you ever considered switch hitting?
D.

June 25, 2005  
Blogger Square1 said...

Digger! You freakin' crack me up. Jeez!

Meg I got it. The last time I had sex was with my husband... yesterday, and it was very unexpected, and quite sweet.

I agree with you on the internet thing. If I can't tell my husband that I'm speaking with someone, anyone on the net, if the instinct is there to hide at all... it gets nipped in the bud. I've been the victim of too many secrets in my life to do it to someone else.

June 25, 2005  
Anonymous Anonymous said...

Does it count if I get that you're stuck sometime in the last century? Husbands get sex as a reward for good behavior?! I think I may know why you're divorced.

June 25, 2005  
Blogger Meg said...

PUH-LEEZE...are you stuck somewhere where there is no sense of humor? Only a total moron would think that I was serious. Don't be so obtuse.

Meg

June 25, 2005  
Anonymous Anonymous said...

Dang, I wish I could remember the last time....... been soooooo long:~(
Buddy

June 27, 2005  

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Watching Movie and a Make-over...

...is a result of being bored. That boredom allows my brain far too much time to wonder. Right now I was wondering why gay guys have such a great eye for fashion. I wish I had a gay guy to shop for me. Probably not a Boy George-type gay dude, maybe more like a Truman Capote gay dude. I bet he had some good fashion sense.

I have to be curious as to what type of fashion sense a gay guy like Rock Hudson would have had. Man, I didn’t see that one coming. I can’t believe that I looked at George Michaels dancing in those pink shorts and didn’t figure that one out. He was just so pretty, he couldn’t have been gay! But, he was...gay, gay, gay. And Elton John was flaming but I don’t think most of us even thought about homosexuality back then, I know I didn’t. I certainly wouldn’t have associated crazy clothing with being gay...it was the 70’s. But, do you ever wonder who is out there, all gay and lovin’ it...but we’re as clueless as we were with Hudson?

I would hate to find out that Tom Cruise is gay but it wouldn’t surprise me. It wouldn’t surprise me about Brad Pitt either, those two boys are just so pretty that I am sure that if they wanted to, they could have. Hell, they’re in Los Angeles, those folks are the Mikey’s of our country. If anyone WOULD be willing to try something different, it’d be them.

“Sex with another man? Let’s get those LA people...they won’t mind, they’ll try ANYTHING.”

But I can’t see the same thing in Michael Madsen. Now, THAT would freak me out. He’s just too big and handsome in a manly sort of way. And, there was something in his eyes in that cop-torture scene in Reservoir Dogs...I just don’t think ANY gay guy would take a chance on someone with that look in their eyes.

Like I said, I never thought much about gayness in the 70’s. I did have one teacher that I did KNOW was gay, but I don’t know why I knew it. Everybody knew and nobody cared, except for a few whacky parents.
He was my favorite teacher and he was the coach of the Speech team that I was on. I was so happy the first time my parents got to meet him at the Parent-Teacher meeting.

I couldn’t wait to see what my father thought of him, simply because I thought so much of him. The day after the meeting, I actually spoke to my teacher, F.T., before I spoke to my Dad. F.T. said that he thought my father was very nice. I was pleased.

Then, later that day, I spoke to Dad.

“Dad, F.T. really liked you!”

With a flop of the wrist, my father responded, “I thought he might.”

That's my Dad, he’ll make a joke out of anything. He didn’t care that this guy was flaming gay...not one bit. (But, as I’ve mentioned, he was on the school board and he was aware of parent complaints that I was unaware of. I actually spoke with that teacher a few years ago, I found him teaching at private university in Illinois. He is still the same kind, friendly man that he was 30 years ago. After all this time, and I’m sure a lot of trouble from parents, he still exudes happiness.) My father didn’t mind, but he wouldn’t let that opportunity to make a joke pass, he never does miss a chance to make a joke.

He loved to crack up all 6 of us when we were kids. The head of the dinner table was the stage from which he would entertain us. He’d start out by asking us about our day and sooner or later, something would strike him as funny and then he would start. He’d get us all in such a crazy mood that we would do things we would never have done without his inspiration. He would have a few laughs and then, after he saw that there were 6 out of control children at the dinner table, he would quickly put an end to the frolics.

We had to go back to the “seen but not heard” kids that we had been before he had worked us up into a food throwing frenzy. We could do it, that was no problem. We knew how to dummy up and stand straight when Dad walked into the room so it wasn’t tough for us to go from the frenzy back to normal. But...we couldn’t take back what we had already done and that got me into quite a bit of trouble after one of these episodes.

During the height of my father’s dinner time lunacy, I had placed a large spoonful of mashed potatoes on his shoe. After he put an abrupt end to the hilarity, I could act right...but I couldn’t take back the mashed potatoes. I couldn’t even tell him about the mess on his shoe. By the time he pushed himself away from the dinner table, the potatoes had been smeared all over his shoes, top and bottom. When he went to stand up, he slipped and fell back into his chair. He looked down at his shoes and when his eyes came back up, they went directly toward mine. I don’t know how, but he always knew who did what. I guess he figured one of the boys would have put the potatoes in his pocket and a girl would do the shoe-thing, I don’t know. But he knew it was me and I didn’t bother denying it because I knew that my punishment would be the same as my current plan...I was to go to my room.

What a stupid punishment, I had a television, record player, radio and phone in my room. I would have been eating there in the first place if they had allowed it.

I never used that one on my kids...I sent them to MY room. There was never anything fun happening in there.

Meg

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