I have some Pez!!!
And I'm very happy. I love Pez. This one is a Minnie Mouse dispenser. It's a bitch to load because every time I try to do the whole package in one shot, the Pez go flying. I have them in between my thumb and forefinger and that never seems to work but I always try it at least once. After I get it loaded, I love it. I saw a show about different munchies like Pez....that's also where I heard about the Marsh Mallow tree. It said that Pez was first marketed as a smoker's thing. It fell into the hands of children quite accidentally.
I went to the Y tonight and ended up having dinner there. The event that I helped her set up was the annual YWCA Volunteers Reception. It was lovely. They asked me to stay so I did. I worked my ass off setting it up and making the food so by the time it was ready, I was starving so I was happy to stay. Of course, I wasn't dressed properly for a dinner reception. I wore jeans and a sweatshirt because I knew I'd be working. I didn't know that I'd be the only person "dressed down" for the evening.
When I was working I was thinking about all the things that Rick has told me since he left. I thought about all the things that he's said over the past year and when I looked at it as a list of things instead of one thing at a time, he looks even more like an ass...consider the following list, keeping in mind that he DID tell me that he DID NOT want a divorce. Of course, he never admitted to the affair and he never would. I know that because of all the things that he's said since then.
When I found him on that dating site, he told me that the only reason that he signed up for it was because he hoped to hear from me. Of course, he went easily for the fake profile that I set up named Sarah. When I mentioned the fact that I had been doing without sex, he said that he was doing without too and if I wanted to, I could meet him in Virginia this summer for a "romp in the hay." Every time I speak to him he goes out of his way to tell me how all he does is "take care of old people". He says that he has no life of his own outside of working two jobs and caring for his parents. Then, when a woman calls me, he tells me that it's his "best friend" and that she must....for no reason whatsoever, be trying to "dig up dirt on me". To hear him speak, he is literally doing nothing in the way of a social life.
He never had the balls to admit to an affair, he never had the brains to just NOT SAY A WORD. He not only lies when you ask him a question, he lies when you aren't asking him anything. It's amazing. I don't know how he gets through life feeling good about lying to me to this day. My conscience alone would stop the lies at some point, but I guess that would be silly to expect from Rick. He never so much as admitted that he wanted a divorce. He literally wanted a 2 or 3 year separation and then we would get back together. At least that's what he said to me, he lied so much that I couldn't possibly know the truth. I would have thought that after a divorce, he could avoid lying even if it means just refraining from answering a question or something like that rather than saying exactly what he thinks I want to hear. That's all he's ever said, nothing more. I honestly think that for some reason, he wants to keep me away from other men.
It doesn't work, I do what I want to do. I got the divorce and I've had sex with other men so I'm doing what I need to be doing and I never kept it from him. I told him about a couple of the guys that I've dated, there was no reason for him to lie to me about the chick who called me. Still, no matter how many rules of common sense and logic that his lies obliterate, he holds closely to his crap. The only reason that I can think of is that he wants me to wait for him, not necessarily because he plans on coming back, I'm just his safety net. If all else fails, he can just call me. I know that's there somewhere. I can't see any other reason for that shit.
One of these days, I'd like to say, "I'll be having sex Friday night at 11 PM." I'd like to be able to say it and mean it. That could get on his nerves. But, I don't have anyone that I can just call and have sex with. It wouldn't be too tough, apparently I could just call some guy from the dating site. With my luck, it'd be some guy who DIDN'T want to screw me right then.
I think I mentioned that I didn't have any ice trays and the water line is clogged up so I can't make any. So, I filled small cups up with water and froze them into very large ice cubes. I can make one last for a very long time. I have one now in my water.
OK, I'm going to go and eat some more Pez.
See ya,
Meg
And I'm very happy. I love Pez. This one is a Minnie Mouse dispenser. It's a bitch to load because every time I try to do the whole package in one shot, the Pez go flying. I have them in between my thumb and forefinger and that never seems to work but I always try it at least once. After I get it loaded, I love it. I saw a show about different munchies like Pez....that's also where I heard about the Marsh Mallow tree. It said that Pez was first marketed as a smoker's thing. It fell into the hands of children quite accidentally.
I went to the Y tonight and ended up having dinner there. The event that I helped her set up was the annual YWCA Volunteers Reception. It was lovely. They asked me to stay so I did. I worked my ass off setting it up and making the food so by the time it was ready, I was starving so I was happy to stay. Of course, I wasn't dressed properly for a dinner reception. I wore jeans and a sweatshirt because I knew I'd be working. I didn't know that I'd be the only person "dressed down" for the evening.
When I was working I was thinking about all the things that Rick has told me since he left. I thought about all the things that he's said over the past year and when I looked at it as a list of things instead of one thing at a time, he looks even more like an ass...consider the following list, keeping in mind that he DID tell me that he DID NOT want a divorce. Of course, he never admitted to the affair and he never would. I know that because of all the things that he's said since then.
When I found him on that dating site, he told me that the only reason that he signed up for it was because he hoped to hear from me. Of course, he went easily for the fake profile that I set up named Sarah. When I mentioned the fact that I had been doing without sex, he said that he was doing without too and if I wanted to, I could meet him in Virginia this summer for a "romp in the hay." Every time I speak to him he goes out of his way to tell me how all he does is "take care of old people". He says that he has no life of his own outside of working two jobs and caring for his parents. Then, when a woman calls me, he tells me that it's his "best friend" and that she must....for no reason whatsoever, be trying to "dig up dirt on me". To hear him speak, he is literally doing nothing in the way of a social life.
He never had the balls to admit to an affair, he never had the brains to just NOT SAY A WORD. He not only lies when you ask him a question, he lies when you aren't asking him anything. It's amazing. I don't know how he gets through life feeling good about lying to me to this day. My conscience alone would stop the lies at some point, but I guess that would be silly to expect from Rick. He never so much as admitted that he wanted a divorce. He literally wanted a 2 or 3 year separation and then we would get back together. At least that's what he said to me, he lied so much that I couldn't possibly know the truth. I would have thought that after a divorce, he could avoid lying even if it means just refraining from answering a question or something like that rather than saying exactly what he thinks I want to hear. That's all he's ever said, nothing more. I honestly think that for some reason, he wants to keep me away from other men.
It doesn't work, I do what I want to do. I got the divorce and I've had sex with other men so I'm doing what I need to be doing and I never kept it from him. I told him about a couple of the guys that I've dated, there was no reason for him to lie to me about the chick who called me. Still, no matter how many rules of common sense and logic that his lies obliterate, he holds closely to his crap. The only reason that I can think of is that he wants me to wait for him, not necessarily because he plans on coming back, I'm just his safety net. If all else fails, he can just call me. I know that's there somewhere. I can't see any other reason for that shit.
One of these days, I'd like to say, "I'll be having sex Friday night at 11 PM." I'd like to be able to say it and mean it. That could get on his nerves. But, I don't have anyone that I can just call and have sex with. It wouldn't be too tough, apparently I could just call some guy from the dating site. With my luck, it'd be some guy who DIDN'T want to screw me right then.
I think I mentioned that I didn't have any ice trays and the water line is clogged up so I can't make any. So, I filled small cups up with water and froze them into very large ice cubes. I can make one last for a very long time. I have one now in my water.
OK, I'm going to go and eat some more Pez.
See ya,
Meg
posted by Meg Kelso | 5:59 PM
2 Comments:
Well, I've been reading this for six days straight and finally realised that I have the answer to one of your questions!
How can a pathological liar live with themselves?
Well, I know someone who does it because it makes him feel clever. I don't have any kind of relationship with this guy, but I'm willing to bet (by the way he treats people) that every time he tells someone a lie, he feels smug for having put one over someone. (Is that just Aussie slang or will you Americans get it too?)
It's only this one guy I know who seems to sincerely believe that he is better than everyone else, and knows more than everyone else ... or at least he feels he has to prove it every minute of the day.
And before you ask, I met this guy in a staff/customer situation, and my many conversations with him have been along the lines of 'Stop doing this or that, or I'll ban you from the community.' I finally did. But he never admitted to anything unless called on it - at least until he finally realised I wouldn't take any crap.
Oh, and thank you so much for linking my blog! I truly didn't expect it until I had something interesting to say.
Jean
I understood all of your words...we say it the same way here. Can you imagine someone who feels as though smug is an affect to aspire to? Lies are the least of their problems.
When someone says that I inspired them to start a blog, you get a link. That makes me feel so good because I know how much fun this is and you need to start meeting other bloggers. You know, it's not as hard as you think to write...you literally just write exactly what you're saying. Even if that means you need to practice talking to yourself. That will help you. Say something out loud if you have to to get yourself started. Just like you would present an argument to a kid or another person, you write down your thoughts. If you can have an intelligent conversation, you can write well.
What I love about blogging is that it isn't a chore. It's actually fun and when I wake up in the morning, I pee, brush my teeth and go to the blog. When a movie ends, I go to the blog. When I come home, I go to the blog. I never get tired of it!
I hope you enjoy it as much as I do.
Meg
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