Good morning...

...I'm still drinking my coffee but I thought I'd drop in and say hi. I used to drink my coffee in front of the TV...but I prefer to sit in front of the computer lately as I sip my Folgers. (I bought a bag of Ethiopean coffee beans at Starbucks...very expenisve, but a very nice week of coffee to drink.) I think I told you about that blogshares.com thing that let's you buy stock in blogs? It's all fantasy, they give you $500 bucks in fake money to start and then you "invest" that money into blogs. I am not really sure how it works but I would think that somehow, the number of hits has to matter. Since this blog is going to mentioned in the Atlanta Paper on Sunday ( www.ajc.com ), I thought you might want to invest some fake cash in it. Once again, I don't know how it works, but here it is anyway:

http://www.blogshares.com/blogs.php?blog=http://diaryofmydivorce.blogspot.com%2F

Now, I don't pretend to know WHY anybody would want to do this, but apparently, a lot of people do. I may go buy it all myself if I can...who knows. (I wonder if this would be considered "insider trading"?)

I had something to say but I forgot what it is. OH! I remember. I saw a National Geographic picture of a lady holding a photograph of herself as a child. It was a famous picture of a little girl taken in a Pakistani refugee camp for Afgans. The photograph was taken 15 years ago. Today, the lady looks much, much older. In the new picture, she is wearing one of those hideous things that covers everything, this one even covers the eyes, leaving a net-like open through which she peers. What a dreadful view of the world she must have.

When I was at the airport in London, I saw a lot of these women. I didn't understand it at all. If the men have something that they don't want to see...let them cover their own eyes. These women were in a free country. All they had to do was take off that appalling get up and walk away. There were enough men in that place, I'm sure that these women would have been safe from physical harm. But they just sat there covered in those ridiculous outfits that were designed in the second century. I don't get it. I know all about the way they were raised and how devoted they are to their religion or whatever...but come on...why in the world should the women suffer because the men can't control themselves?

See, that's why I couldn't be an Islamic woman. I would have been stoned before I hit 12. I could just see me in Pakistan..."I'm not riding in the back seat, dude! I don't mind letting you drive, but I need access to the radio and the air conditioner. Besides, when you demand that I sit in the back seat, I kinda get the feeling you think of me as a second class citizen and that just won't fly."

"OK beetch..you die! Wife #15...get in the back seat and come with me to market!"

See. I couldn't be in jail either. There is no way that I could handle those cots that they sleep on. I need my recliner and the remote. If I had to go to jail, I would set up my own little fantasy world and only the other prisoners would be in on it. We could pretend to be grocery shopping...cooking...we could just dance without music, but oddlly, seemingly to the same song. I'd have everybody doing things that didn't break any rules, but were unnerving nonetheless. Then, sooner or later, I would get sent to the "hole" and I am claustrophobic so I would have to decline and things would just go dowhill from there.

Oh, I wanted to say something. A friend of mine read some of the Vex and VLB stuff and said he, "Didn't like the direction it would go in." And then another person made an remark along a similar vein. So, since two people said that, I thought that there might be other folks who felt the same way. Well, all I can say is that I am rolling with the punches...this is a diary of sorts and those are the events that are currently transpiring. To do less that discuss and react to the things that are happening would be sort of counter-productive. I never said it would all be pretty, hell, how could a blog such as this even aspire to be pretty? It is what it is and I am who I am and I am learning along the way. I honestly like to think that there are people who could learn from my mistakes: past, present and future. Maybe I'm wrong but it still doesn't matter, this is for me.

Now, if someone doesn't like it, I am sorry. But I don't, for the life of me, understand why someone who didn't like it would bother taking the time to say they don't like it. I don't mean people who disagree with any one post, I just mean people who come in and attack the entire blog. If I am watching MTV and I don't like what The Newlyweds are doing, I don't call Jessica Simpson and say, "Hey, dingbat, get a clue!" I just change the channel.

But like I said, for good or bad, this thing IS still the Diary of my Divorce. I am being honest and forthcoming with the feelings that I am experiencing and the things that are happening in my life. I admit that lately, things have been a little bit wierd here on the blog but trust, me, it's wierder to be living it.

Now, I could just sit here and talk about the weather or any other subject that comes up. I could talk about anything you'd like me to talk about. As a matter of fact...there have been times when I have wished that someone would give me an idea to go on. That's why I appreciate the commenters...sometimes all I have to say is my response to them. So, if you have anything to say or something you'd like for me to address, let me know. In the meantime, I am just going to go with my gut and write about what I feel the need to write about. I must admit to making myself cringe a time or two looking back on what I've written after I have had some time to reflect upon things. But all in all, I am just sharing my life with anyone who cares to see it. Until I am divorced, this will be related to the marriage, such as it is LOL, and how that is coming along. Today I am going to my attorney's office at 4 to sign my divorce papers. This should be a real treat.

See ya.

Meg