Good morning!
I just read a brand new blog that I thought you guys might enjoy, it looks like we have another feisty female out there shouting out to all of you:
http://the-meaning-of-lifeand-other-stuff.blogspot.com/
It's nice to see that there are other women out there who don't screw married men. I knew there had to be, but for a while, I was beginning to wonder. I also know that not all men do cheat and I'm on the look out for one of the non-cheaters now. I don't want to get married just yet, but I certainly do enjoy the company of a nice man every now and then.
I've been wondering whether or not I should go back to a height requirement for the men that I date. I sort of think it's silly especially considering that my last husband met all the height and weight requirements (although I think he added an ego inch to his height). I have been going out with a guy who is 5'9" tall and although he certainly meets any weight requirements that I may have, it is kinda odd to hug a guy and have no place to put your head except his face. Personally, I like for it to land on a chest.
Another thing about short men...they are no help at reaching the high stuff. What good is a man if I have to climb on my counter to reach the stuff up in the cabinets above the sink? I suppose that if he had one helluva sense of humor and a step ladder, it'd be OK. But, I would think he'd get bored of carrying the stupid thing after a while.
My son just got here (he never did come over last night) and he is going to take me shopping for the new stove top first and then, I'll see if they even make the cabinet ovens anymore. The burners went out one at a time so I've slowly gotten used to cooking on one burner and a microwave but it's not going to work for Thanksgiving at all.
Here I am worrying about Thanksgiving when I don't even know if I'll have anyone to cook for. Oh well...who knows.
Damn...it's already September! OMG! I just realized that today would have been my 18th wedding anniversary if the bum had stayed. Oh well, some things never change, I wouldn't have gotten a damn thing if he had stayed and now with him gone, I'll get the same thing that I always got...bupkis (I think I spelled that wrong).
So, before you know it, it'll be time for another New Year's Resolution and I haven't even really gotten to work on my last one. Now that I think of it, I don't even remember what the heck last one was.
I've been asking for a bike for every gift giving occasion over the last 10 years and I haven't gotten one yet. My father has a bike sitting on his balcony that's been there every time I've visited him over the last 3 years. I should take that one but it's kind of tough to ask your father if you can have his bike. I know he'd give it to me if I asked. If he doesn't take the wrapper's off of the wheels by the next time I go to Florida, that bike is mine.
I can easily walk to the grocery store and the bakery, but I can't go much further than that on two feet. I could, but I'd spend all day walking and I'm not as into walking as I used to be. When I was a teenager, my cousin and I walked in one of those walkathons where you get people to sponsor you for every mile you walk. Well, my cousin and I were like fire and gasoline, we could get into trouble together where we never would have gotten into any trouble alone. She decided to hitch-hike and I decided to go with her. It was going along just fine until we got busted for hitch-hiking from one sign in point to the next. I would have felt bad telling you that a while back, but hell, it's been 30 years...I think I've paid my price for that little bonehead move.
Now I'm too smart to hitch-hike and people are too crazy. I'd like to avoid being on the news so I can't hitch-hike now. Besides, I'd only get picked up by the cops so it wouldn't be too bright. I think that at my age, I'll stay out of jail for a while. I went earlier this year and that was interesting but it assuaged all of my curiosity about jail. I know what it's like now so I'll go on to something new.
I was pretty surprised at jail. The other inmates were very nice and that surprised me. I don't know what I was expecting, but I wasn't expecting nice people. I met one nice girl who has since moved to Arizona and another woman who I still write to. I consider them both friends and I wouldn't have met them if I hadn't gone to jail. But, I think I'm done with jail...they don't let you do half of the things that you want to do and the clothes suck.
I haven't been able to so much as look at bologna since I got out. They give you the lowest grade of bologna available. And...they give you a lot of it. I didn't really like bologna before and now it makes me ill.
The lady who wrote the new blog mentioned Tom Cruise and said that she doesn't watch any of his movies. My step mother is the same way. Alzheimer's and all, she can't abide the Cruise man. That guy is a nut. I remember when commercials for the book Dianetics (or whatever it was) by L. Ron Hubbard first came out. Who knew that he was beginning a new religion?
I think that I'd like to begin my own new religion. Instead of saying that women can't take drugs during childbirth, my religion bans men from taking Viagra. I'll borrow from Nathaniel Hawthorne and put huge red A's on the chests of women like Colleen Lombardi and Gail Glenn so we can see them coming and hide our husband's.
OK then, that's a start. What other things should I add to my new religion? I have to come up with a name for it...how about Meg-ology? You'd have to read my bible...the blog...and agree with my basic tenets. If you can read this thing for a week straight and still come back again, you're in. Now, I need to develop a tribal council so that we can come up with more rules.
But first...I have to get my stupid stove top.
Meg
I just read a brand new blog that I thought you guys might enjoy, it looks like we have another feisty female out there shouting out to all of you:
http://the-meaning-of-lifeand-other-stuff.blogspot.com/
It's nice to see that there are other women out there who don't screw married men. I knew there had to be, but for a while, I was beginning to wonder. I also know that not all men do cheat and I'm on the look out for one of the non-cheaters now. I don't want to get married just yet, but I certainly do enjoy the company of a nice man every now and then.
I've been wondering whether or not I should go back to a height requirement for the men that I date. I sort of think it's silly especially considering that my last husband met all the height and weight requirements (although I think he added an ego inch to his height). I have been going out with a guy who is 5'9" tall and although he certainly meets any weight requirements that I may have, it is kinda odd to hug a guy and have no place to put your head except his face. Personally, I like for it to land on a chest.
Another thing about short men...they are no help at reaching the high stuff. What good is a man if I have to climb on my counter to reach the stuff up in the cabinets above the sink? I suppose that if he had one helluva sense of humor and a step ladder, it'd be OK. But, I would think he'd get bored of carrying the stupid thing after a while.
My son just got here (he never did come over last night) and he is going to take me shopping for the new stove top first and then, I'll see if they even make the cabinet ovens anymore. The burners went out one at a time so I've slowly gotten used to cooking on one burner and a microwave but it's not going to work for Thanksgiving at all.
Here I am worrying about Thanksgiving when I don't even know if I'll have anyone to cook for. Oh well...who knows.
Damn...it's already September! OMG! I just realized that today would have been my 18th wedding anniversary if the bum had stayed. Oh well, some things never change, I wouldn't have gotten a damn thing if he had stayed and now with him gone, I'll get the same thing that I always got...bupkis (I think I spelled that wrong).
So, before you know it, it'll be time for another New Year's Resolution and I haven't even really gotten to work on my last one. Now that I think of it, I don't even remember what the heck last one was.
I've been asking for a bike for every gift giving occasion over the last 10 years and I haven't gotten one yet. My father has a bike sitting on his balcony that's been there every time I've visited him over the last 3 years. I should take that one but it's kind of tough to ask your father if you can have his bike. I know he'd give it to me if I asked. If he doesn't take the wrapper's off of the wheels by the next time I go to Florida, that bike is mine.
I can easily walk to the grocery store and the bakery, but I can't go much further than that on two feet. I could, but I'd spend all day walking and I'm not as into walking as I used to be. When I was a teenager, my cousin and I walked in one of those walkathons where you get people to sponsor you for every mile you walk. Well, my cousin and I were like fire and gasoline, we could get into trouble together where we never would have gotten into any trouble alone. She decided to hitch-hike and I decided to go with her. It was going along just fine until we got busted for hitch-hiking from one sign in point to the next. I would have felt bad telling you that a while back, but hell, it's been 30 years...I think I've paid my price for that little bonehead move.
Now I'm too smart to hitch-hike and people are too crazy. I'd like to avoid being on the news so I can't hitch-hike now. Besides, I'd only get picked up by the cops so it wouldn't be too bright. I think that at my age, I'll stay out of jail for a while. I went earlier this year and that was interesting but it assuaged all of my curiosity about jail. I know what it's like now so I'll go on to something new.
I was pretty surprised at jail. The other inmates were very nice and that surprised me. I don't know what I was expecting, but I wasn't expecting nice people. I met one nice girl who has since moved to Arizona and another woman who I still write to. I consider them both friends and I wouldn't have met them if I hadn't gone to jail. But, I think I'm done with jail...they don't let you do half of the things that you want to do and the clothes suck.
I haven't been able to so much as look at bologna since I got out. They give you the lowest grade of bologna available. And...they give you a lot of it. I didn't really like bologna before and now it makes me ill.
The lady who wrote the new blog mentioned Tom Cruise and said that she doesn't watch any of his movies. My step mother is the same way. Alzheimer's and all, she can't abide the Cruise man. That guy is a nut. I remember when commercials for the book Dianetics (or whatever it was) by L. Ron Hubbard first came out. Who knew that he was beginning a new religion?
I think that I'd like to begin my own new religion. Instead of saying that women can't take drugs during childbirth, my religion bans men from taking Viagra. I'll borrow from Nathaniel Hawthorne and put huge red A's on the chests of women like Colleen Lombardi and Gail Glenn so we can see them coming and hide our husband's.
OK then, that's a start. What other things should I add to my new religion? I have to come up with a name for it...how about Meg-ology? You'd have to read my bible...the blog...and agree with my basic tenets. If you can read this thing for a week straight and still come back again, you're in. Now, I need to develop a tribal council so that we can come up with more rules.
But first...I have to get my stupid stove top.
Meg
posted by Meg Kelso | 8:06 AM
6 Comments:
Meg-ology! I love it! and we'll make voodoo dolls of the hosebags, Colleen and Gail...we'll twist off their nipples and stick pins up their twat-holes!
Did I mention that I suffer with Turrettes? HA! just-kidding...but even though no Doctor has actually daignosed me I believe that occasionally it surfaces...I blame it on living in Alabama...must be the air here; It smells like bullshit and onion gravy...
Anyway, thanks for posting my link. I think I'm gonna really enjoy this blogging business.
;)
OK...I've been reading but haven't come across a previous blog regarding this stint in jail that you mention...
care to elaborate...please, please!!
:):):):)
OK....most of the second half of February and the beginning of March was dedicated to the jail experience but here is the brief synopsis:
http://diaryofmydivorce.blogspot.com/2006/02/theres-no-place-like-home.html
During May of 2005, I was driving a drunk friend home and he couldn't remember what way to go. At one point, I drove him to my house and told him to crash on my couch so I could go to bed. At the time, I weighed about 90 pounds. 3 drinks has always been my limit although I rarely drink at all. My car smelled like a brewery from the guy I was toting around. I got pulled over for a light being out and the cop smelled my buddy. He asked me to do a sobriety test, which I was very confident of because I knew I wasn't drunk. But, I blew over the limit. To this day, I don't know what I blew. When he arrested me for DUI, I was so stunned that I didn't think to ask. I was sentenced to probation and the link above picks up at that point. I guess when I got down to 90 pounds, I should have lowered my limit to one or two drinks...but I didn't. Everyone who knows me knows I don't drink so they were all stunned that I got a DUI. But, I did. And, the rest is history. I'm still on probation and my license is suspended which is why I have to walk everywhere. Let me know if you have any other questions...it was a hell of an experience!
Meg
Meg, you are one funny lady! (and I'm talking about the new religion, not the jail thing)
:)
Actually, I should have begun my new religion in jail...aren't those people sort of in need of direction? If I ever go back, I'm going to begin recruiting my followers. Who knows what these ladies would do for me? Obvioulsy, breaking the law isn't a problem. Maybe I can get them to kidnap a bunch of men who we could put to work. yeah, that's it.
Ok, I guess I didn't go back far enough in your previous posts.
All I can say is WOW! I used to be engaged to a Marietta Policeman..it didn't work out because his mother was psycho and his ex-wife would not leave me alone...and he turned out to be a complete moron. As if all of those clues weren't enough, the day his dumbass brother tried to rape me was the last and final straw!
My thought is that people...well, some...most people...I want to be careful here because I know that not ALL cops are bad, but I would say that the majority are rotten...these are the rednecks we all went to school with who became cops so they can be above the law and authority and legally carry a gun and be complete assholes because they ARE cops.
I personally have no use for cops.
My sister has a horror story about Fulton County cobbs...as a matter of fact Troup, Henry, Cobb, Dekalb, Gwinnett, Fulton, Douglas and Clayton counties all have bad reputations for cobs being out of control and total monsters, especially to women. My friend was pulled over by TWO in Clayton many years ago...she was driving her mother's Camaro..the one playing Mr. Bad Cop was a complete ass and he had my friend in tears accusing her, without proof or cause, of STEALING the car!...I almost got my ass arrested for calling him a mother fucker! Mr. Good cop stepped in and calmed every one down, but it was a very intense and scary situation. My sister, on the other hand, DID get arrested in Coweta County for calling a cop a mother fucker. That whole situation was very rediulous and blown far out of proportion...he stopped her for a busted tail light and it ended up that she spent the night in jail. Not to mention the money she had to pay which was totally rediculous seeing as how she didn't do anything WRONG!
Bottom line is, you have to kiss their ass in order to drive away with just a ticket. If you piss a cop off, they can and usually will make your life a living hell...not because it is right, but because they can. So take your ticket, smile and say "have a nice day, officer!"
So, I'm with you on the warning about Gogia cops..they are pricks!
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