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Thursday, May 31, 2007

I just finished painting my toenails...

...and I was thinking how stupid that was. Why in the world do we decorate ourselves in such silly ways? Why do we paint our toenails and put stuff on our lips but not our elbows? It’s odd that we only decorate the ends of things. We decorate the ends of our legs, arms, even the tips of our nipples. If it sticks out, we paint it with something. Well, not our noses, but everything else that sticks out.

But why don’t we do our nose? I think that we should. We should paint it a color that matches our shoes. I think that would be a good idea. We shouldn't wear brown shoes, we should buy the shoes according to what color our noses are. Maybe we should match our noses with our hair...in that case I think that I should have a green nose to go with the red hair, don’t you? But, on second thought, maybe green is not the best choice for the nose.

I don’t know why men don’t wear make up, some of them would look pretty good with a little mascara and eye liner. I guess the metro-sexual's already do, but I’m talking about the regular guys, the ones that like girls. Have you even gotten a man to put on make-up in the privacy of your own home? That’s always fun. When I was 18 and living in the first place of my own, I got my boyfriend to put on a dress of mine. When he did, the song You are the Woman came on and it was our song after that. I can’t believe that he did that. I wonder if he ever thinks about it or if it’s one of those things that he has a mental block about.

Men would never wear make-up...mainly because it’s a pain in the ass and it takes too much time. Of course, it’s also a female thing so they wouldn’t do it for that reason alone, but it never caught on with men because of the annoying nature of applying it. Since all the other women wear make-up, I have to wear it but I swear, if they would all give up their make-up, I would too. Think of all the money that we would save! Just a tube of lipstick and some blush is at least $10 and if you go to a nice store to buy it, it’s a lot more than that. I don’t go to the nice stores unless they are giving out a free gift with any purchase. I like those things, but I’m starting to accrue a bunch of the bags that you get with the free stuff. My grand-daughter thinks that they're purses so I just give them to her.

I don’t know why anyone ever started putting make-up on, we hear that Cleopatra did that but I doubt that she really started it, she probably saw it on some slave chick and thought that it looked good. She had to use fruit juices and stuff like that so it couldn’t have been very easy...not as easy as putting on a tube of lipstick. Even though ours is relatively easy to apply, I still don’t like it. And what’s up with all the lip liner...I don’t remember using that before and now it seems like you have to. I don’t know why. Eye liner is annoying enough. And...it’s dangerous. You can do some serious eye damage with one of those pencils. Why would anyone draw a line on the very edges of their eyes? That’s such a stupid thing to do but we do it.Then we change the colors of our eyes with contact lenses, that seems kind of odd. I did it once, I bought some green lenses. They were the cheap kind, they were all green except in the middle (so everything that you saw wasn’t green.). The good ones look something like cat eyes and they have clear around the perimeter. But I was in my twenties and just bought the cheapest kind. They floated all over my eyeball so that the sclera was even green. Of course I only wore them the one time, I couldn’t just keep on having green sclera.

We die our hair, paint our faces and nails, wear colored lenses and tattoo ourselves. We poke holes in every part of us even the most extremely sensitive parts of our bodies...YIKES...I saw a woman come out of a shower with a glistening thing between her legs. That hurt just to look at!

I bet it wouldn’t be too tough to come up with another stupid fad, if people will put rings on their necks so that their head is a foot above their shoulders, then what wouldn’t folks do? You know, in trying to come up with a weird fad, I find it tough to beat putting holes all over your body. That’s pretty icky. I have double pierced ears, but I had to drink 3 scotches to have that done. I was only supposed to get one but after all of the Chivas, I didn’t feel it so in a rather tipsy way, I said, "Do it again!"In the mid 70’s, I went to a movie on a date called Mandingo or something like that and it had some tribal dudes putting wood spiky things through their chests. It was some sort of rite of passage. I remember thinking how stupid that was and I was only 16 or so. It never occurred to me that anyone in a civilized country would go out of their way to push crap through their skin.

But then again, I do put on eye liner so I can’t be too righteous about this crap. But I do think that we should make the men wear it or else we should just take it all off. Even some of the women who burned their bras put their make up on before they lit the first B cup. That was insane. I think we are far too enslaved to our beauty regimes and we spend far too much money on that stuff.

Well, I have to go do my fingernails now so I'll see you later.

Meg

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Blogger JQ75 said...

Jeez Meg, going through a phase here. You know a few more pieces like this and you can be Andy Rooney's replacement. LOL. Not that I find anything wrong with that. :-)

So you forgot to tell us what colors you used (fingers, toes, lips), I'm gonna assume you went au natural on the nose. LOL.

May 31, 2007  
Blogger Meg said...

OK then, I'll shoe you what color I used. Scroll up to see my toes. (Now that's funny to me because you had to have already seen my toes before you got here. But, instead of laughing, most people think I'm stupid. Oh, they of little faith.)

:):):)

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Isn't this pretty? I took it at the Georgia Aquarium.

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Blogger SolarisGal said...

Gorgeous, dah-ling, and extremely therapeutic.

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I had a plan when I started this...

...but I've forgotten what it was. Oh well, it'll come to me.

Well, I should tell you this...barring any unforseen circumstances, I'm going to New York again to see Solaris. She and I have some celebrating to do. Anyone else who might want to celebrate with us, let me know.

I also would love to see my family. I have cousins and aunts and uncles that I haven't see in forever.

Well, while I'm trying to figure something out in my head, I'll answer a question or two:

"...Meg, are you turning over a new leaf?..."

Yeah...In don't know WHY ON EARTH this guy is wearing nothing but a leaf...but I'm gonna sneak a quick peek while I turn it over.

"...I am starting to think colon has is a loony, a chemical imbalance??..."

Oh...it's nothing that a season on Dr. Phil wouldn't be able to fix...maybe.

Well, I seem to have forgotten what I came here to say. Probably because I worked for the umpteenth night in a row and I have to work one more night...so I'm a tad sleepy.

I'll be back when I know what I'm speaking about.

Have a goodun!!!

Meg

I just woke up and read what I had written. It's amazing how stupid I am when I'm tired, I saw a bunch of mistakes on this post when I read it now that I didn't see before. Oh well. I hope I've slept enough...I would hate to go to work and give someone an enema in their ear. OK...I'm off to work now!

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Blogger SolarisGal said...

I'm baaaaack!!!!!! My flight landed yesterday at 8:30pm sharp and I hardly have jet lag!

May 31, 2007  
Blogger Meg said...

I'm glad you're back on this coast...now can I come north a thousand miles to see you?

May 31, 2007  
Blogger SolarisGal said...

you most certainly can

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Wednesday, May 30, 2007

Meg,

"...mental sanity is not easy, so I wish you luck and hope you find a man that will make you forget about that bastard - who didn't have the balls to be up front with you..."

Yep, that’s what it boils down to, balls and honesty. You know, the worst thing he did is to go out of his way to tell me that he wanted me to be faithful to him while he was cheating. I asked him if I was free to see other men and he freaked. “How could you even ask that?”, he would shout back at me. Oh well.And about finding a new guy, you know, whoever he is, he’s cheating on me already. Yep. Chances are that the next guy who I have a serious relationship with is with another woman as I write this. Some woman is with my next man and there isn’t a thing that I can do about it.I am really annoyed when I think of some of the decent guys that I could have been with. Decent, cute, fun, whatever...I passed on a lot of opportunities because of that nimrod. As much as that annoys me, there is one other thing that I truly hate him for.

Do you have any idea how difficult it is to extricate yourself from a perfectly good romantic situation for no really good reason? Most of the time it’s not too tough, for one reason or another the, “I’m still married.” crap is the reason I give. Actually, women have to have a really good reason. Some men will argue with you when you say “no”, (not in an arrest warrant sort of way, but more in a, “Come on, I’ll split the profits with you.” type manner.) so you have to have a pretty good back up so I have the still married thing.

But, every so often, it doesn’t seem like a very good reason and the longer I go, the harder that gets. And what makes it worse is that you don’t see those things coming so you haven’t prepared any natural barriers like being on neutral territory and having two vehicles to worry about.

Luckily, the state of my bedroom is, at this time, a natural barrier. I never sleep in there but every month or so, I wash the sheets for general purposes. Then I throw all my clothes back on the bed and the only time I sit on the thing is when I put on my socks. To even consider using my room for anything other than dressing would take a two day notice and that, I did not have. Even if I was willing to use the kitchen counter, I have a problem doing something that risque the first time I make love to a man.

First times are pretty much a bed type of affair, don’t you think? If you’re having sex for the first time in a parking lot, chances are there’s not a really solid future in that relationship. You can tell a lot about a relationship by the circumstances of the first time. If your first time was a totally “must lie” situation, you won’t be surrounded by honesty thereafter. If you’ve not lied to anyone and totally planned the occasion, you can expect to have a much, much, nicer relationship.

Meg

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Blogger JQ75 said...

Meg, was your bedroom in better shape with that guy a few days ago?

The leg cramp thing doesn't set that situation up real well does it?

As for two cars, hell if a situation is going south, get a cab, call a friend, take a bus, but don't let transportation be what keeps you in a risky situation. But let's differentiate risky vs, "I can't make up my mind".

So Meg's not risque, I'd have never guessed by your posts. LOL.

Meg, are you turning over a new leaf?

May 30, 2007  
Blogger Lara Croft said...

I am starting to think colon has is a loony, a chemical imbalance??

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Apparently I have been mistaken for a married man...



...I can't figure out any other reason that Colleen Lombardi would be so obsessed with me. I hear from her every single day. Everything that I have to say to her...I say on this blog. It's the one place that I know she'll see whatever I write.

Last night I received this email out of the blue:

Meg,

Someone called my old employer today trying to reach me - the number that was left for a return call was 678-598-5583 which shows as a landline in Atlanta GA - Were you trying to reach me? I do not know anyone else in Georgia so I figured it might be you - If you need to reach me, call me anytime - my cell is 917-567-1457 or my office 718-601-8354 or my home, 212-304-4541. If you are unable to reach me, you can always email me if you need to talk - Colleen

I see New York numbers on my caller ID...I never accused the wopig of calling me...I just assume that it's a different flake. Oh, and by the way, you'd be surprised how many people are down here in Georgia, way over 187. And most of them have phones. And, of course, the phones have numbers. So, I rest my case you silly quasi-female.

I understand why she harasses Solaris...that woman had the audacity to marry one of Colon's future purchases. Solaris became rather annoyed when she was betrayed in the worst way that one woman can betray another by Colon and she caused it herself by having a husband who lies like a rug, a spinless slug that just follows rainbows with a stupid look on his face. If she had kept Jeff away from other women, she wouldnt have this happening to her. So, naturally COLON would treat Solaris like dirt.

But what fun is it to taunt someone who can totally tune you out and ignore your ass? Oh well, go right ahead, email your vulgar venom...it's probably purgative of a lot of anger. And it only takes a split second to reject you.

Anyway, Colon must be lonely, what with being with a married man and having to live with the guilt and the knowledge that she is resonsible for the obliteration of a marraige. That's if she ever becomes a decnt person. Otherwise she'll never feel guilty...she'll just keep screwing men as easily as scratching her ass when it burns from lack of hygeine. (I did speak to someone who would know.)

Now I'm tired. I must crash and sleep right now. Ya'll be good now...ya' here?

See ya!

Meg

She needs a friend, call her.

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Anonymous Anonymous said...

I know that person that you're talking about. She's the one who told me that Liz is screwing Harry at work. Liz and Cowleen (what we call her) are the office hoes.

Give her two drinks and she'll tell you all about Hudson View Construction and the soap opera that is the office. Once she told me that her boss cheats on his taxes! Can you believe that? Not that he would do it, that she would tell so many people about it. Oh well, lube her with beer and watch the jaw work.

Ken

May 30, 2007  
Blogger Eliza Doolittle said...

Meg - you don't have to publish this (I've lost your email and am too lazy to look) but I wrote today's post with you and Solaris in mind.

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Tuesday, May 29, 2007



Here's my granddaughter and Stewi...or should I say CAPPY! She still calls it cappy. And no, she was not choking the kitten, it just looks like she was.

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Anonymous Anonymous said...

Meg,

Your granddaughter is beautiful. She looks adorable holding that kitten.

Leslie

May 30, 2007  
Blogger Meg said...

Why thank you ma'am! I think so too. She is as sweet as she can be.

Proud Granny in Georgia

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Why do all married men...

...tell the wopigs they fuck that the wife sleeps in another room? According to cheating men, they never sleep with their wives. That's sooo untrue. A guy who is cheating wants to avoid conflict at all costs and will make love to his wife just to avoid explaining why he won't. If they were man enough to be honest, they wouldn't be cheating. So, Colleen, enjoy your lying pig. Here's one that seems to be interested in me:

I have been with the same woman for fourteen yrs....she sleeps in a different bedroom and we no longer have anything in common, other than a child. Im tired of missing out on the love..affection...companionship...not to mention other things that I see other couples have. Not sure what Im looking for in a woman,,,just know theres more to life than what I have.


Yeah, right.

Quite a few of the men at dating sites literally are looking for free internet sex or phone sex. Blah. At least this guy says so:

Hi Kelly(My fake dating site name)....fishing is good this time of year,....just an ol country boy here and lookin for a friend for on line conversation.....so....talk to me...Terry

I never even knew this was an option:

WE ARE A FUN LOVING COUPLE THAT IS LOOKING FOR A GOOD TIME WITH A SECOND WOMAN. WE WOULD LIKE TO HAVE DINNER AND SEE HOW THINGS WORK OUT NO PRESSURE ONLY FUN.... IF YOU ARE INTERESTED CONTACT US BACK


OOOOhhh, no thank you. I suppose it should be taken as a compliment...they must have BOTH liked my picture enough to email me. Where are all of the 2 men on 1 women people? Oh well, maybe someday.

Gotta go to bed, I'm exhausted from working all night. Tonight's the last night for a few days. I can't wait until 24 hours from now.

Have a great day ya'll!

Ciao

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Blogger Littlewing said...

Meg even if it were true that the married men sleep in a different room, the key word is MARRIED!!!!!!

It is about vows taken and given, it is about honor and respect and those vows are just another throw-away in a society that wants instant gratification.

Sad but true. Sad that the married men can justify cheating and the women willing to cheat with them are just as willing to justify spreading their legs to try to hook them.

Stupid should hurt.

May 29, 2007  
Blogger Meg said...

Sooner or later, stupid WILL hurt! Never fails. Of course the married men are to be left alone...I just don't understand how any women can trust a man who lies to his wife. He who does would lie to anyone.

Stupid and assholes.

:):):)

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Monday, May 28, 2007


Payton and Stewi hanging out in the cage.

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Blogger Jaded said...

That is SOOO cute!!

May 28, 2007  
Blogger Littlewing said...

Ahhhhhhhhhhh!!!! That is such a sweet picture!

This is my new blog url Meg, for anyone who would like to have it.

Feel free to visit.

Don't tell me, Stewie, from the family guy, right????????

May 28, 2007  
Blogger Meg said...

Yep...but it IS Stewi with an I. I love that baby chracter, he cracks me up all the time.

Meg

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Well...


Here they are...a bunch of people that I went to high school with:



It's a shame how much older THEY all look. Luckily, I look exactly the same to me. Is there a law that says a person has to gain 50 pounds within 25 years of high school graduation? These chicks have taken that to heart. They're planinng another reunion this year...I should be in Europe but if I'm not, I'll go and see some people I haven't seen in ions.
I rarely drink now but there was a time when I drank until someone said, "MEG! We ain't got no more liquor!!!!" I went to the 10th reunion with a bottle of Bacardi in my purse and I pretty much wiped that bottle out that night. (It was a small bottle, it fit in my purse) For some reason, my husband let me drive and as I was trying to get out of the parking space, which he had parallel parked in...I hit the cars in front of me and in back of me. That was fun.
The more I stare at this picture, the more people I recognize. Right now I can only name 3 of them. I'm sure that I knew more than 3, it was a relatively small high school. But, I doubt that I liked many of them. This group of people were some of the snootier folks.
I'd love to go back for one day to smack the hell out of Melody Urban. She terrorized me in 8th grade when no one cared if you were bullied. That was before the victims of bullying started blowing away half of the class. I just had to deal with it. I bet I could take her ass now.
My son wants me to go to Home Depot and buy rocks. Yep, rocks. We're still trying to get the yard prettied up and he's decided that we need rocks to make it prettier. I plant flowers, he puts down rocks. Oh well, the rocks are easier to care for.
See ya later!
Meg

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Sunday, May 27, 2007

Sometimes I get more credit...

...than I deserve. For example:

"...seeing you are trying to lead me into some easily misunderstood statements..."

I seriously wasn't trying to do that. There is one thing that anyone who knows me should know and that is that I just say whatever pops into my head at any given time. I'm what happens when a thought goes directly to the mouth without a detour to the brain.

So, when I open my mouth, the truth comes out and apparently people can sense that because they always mention that little attribute of mine. I rarely get angry enough to do any of the things that I'm accused of on the blog because if you can't see the look on my face, you don't know how to take me. Sometimes if you DO see the look on my face it's still a toss up. You can just ask Rick about that one. He rarely knew whether or not I was kidding and he said so.

I told him that it was pretty easy to tell the truth...if I was compaining about something that really mattered, I was serious. If it was about something stupid, I was kidding. Duh.

I have that credit for the airplane ticket that I didn't use so I need to start planning a trip to LA to visit my daughter. As soon as I figure a date good for both of us, I'll book the tickets. LA won't be as easy as Tampa, the plane trip is a tad longer so I would have a tough time getting back on Monday in time to go to work. I would probably have to fly home late Sunday. If I'm gonna spend all of Monday traveling it doesn't really matter. I'll just fly home when I should be sleeping and then sleep when I would have been flying. Somehow that made sense to me.

I need to start planing my European trip...I just have to decide if I'm going to go alone or not. I think that I should. I could go and not speak for days...I'd just be traveling around looking at neat stuff. The first thing I do is find cheap tickets and then I plan the rest of the trip. The cheapest tickets give you a long time to plan the rest of it so I'll be good once I buy the tickets.

Well, my mind is a blank so I guess I should take my leave. You guys try to be good and I'll try not to.

See ya,

Meg

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Blogger karmawendy said...

Are you a Sagittarius? They are famous for what I call 'foot in mouth' disease! I so relate, I think I would tell the pope off if he were deserving of it! LA Is a very long trip for a weekend, you can do it. Stay cool... it's starting to get hot up here.

May 28, 2007  
Blogger Meg said...

Nope, not a Sag...I'm a moonchild, Cancer. My birthday is June 29th.

It's starting to get hot here as well. At least there you can always jump ion the ocean. All I have is a man-made lake that's full of mud and it has entire towns and roads under the water which freaks me out.

KW, where do you live down there?


See ya!

May 28, 2007  
Blogger karmawendy said...

I live in the greatest state, home to Jim Jeffords, grassroots to impeach the President etc. My Irises are just ready to pop and the forget me nots are almost done!

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Saturday, May 26, 2007

Hi you guys!

I just woke up to get ready for work. (JQ, perhaps I DO need to see those pictures of you!) I found a postcard from Solaris in the kitchen. She's in LA now having a great time. I hope she comes home soon....I'm missing her!

I read what I wrote this morning and I was hoping that JQ wasn't annoyed at me. Now I'm going to worry about that all night so he better write to me and let me know that we're still buddies!

How's this....I promise to never stop you JQ, should you ever find yourself in my room...here's a free pass.

ENTITLES BEARER TO ONE FREE RELEASE FROM BLUE BALLS


That's NOT transferable.

OK then, I'm outta here, I must shower my ass.

Ciao,

Meg

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Oh Goodie thanks. Well now that you're in a nicer mood (sweet dreams I presume). Let me handle this hot potato.

As you can see from the comment you missed, we're still friends unless you misinterpret me and get pissed.

It won't come as any shock or surprise to know that it is so much easier for a guy to have an orgasm than a woman. Some of you girls are so damned complicated and non-communicative.

So I'll admit it for the guys. We're just weak. Blue Balls is just unbearable and cruel.

I printed a dozen copies of this post and put it with my draft NDA, ye ha. ROTFLOL. :-) ;-) :-)

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You know...

...I had to read this line a couple of times before I made my mind up as to how to take this:

"...Holy Moly Meg, Ya can't let a guy start if you're not gonna let him finish..."

First of all, I have no clue how many orgasms I'm down compared to how many I've given out. So, on the whole, I think I owe more blue balls than I'm responsible for. And, reciprocally, are you saying that NO MAN should EVER stop the festivities until he has given his partner an orgasm? If so, I've got news for you buddy...there are many more men who will finish well before the woman does which, if you ask me, is the same as letting " a guy start if" I'm not gonna let him finish.

By the way, when I took the guy by his hands and led him into the bedroom...I had every intention of fucking his brains out. When we were making out...I was so into it. Then, he took a short detour south. Well, a tad southeast and a bit southwest...to my girls, Sally and Sue. While he was down there roaming around, my mind started to wander. I thought of a LOT of stuff. I started out thinking that I shouldn't be thinking stupid stuff, I should be thinking about what Daniel Boone is up to down there. Then, I started wondering why I couldn't concentrate. At one point I actually thought about the blog and whether or not I should tell you guys about what was happening. I went back and forth on that one for a while and then I thought about JQ.

You never know, perhaps I will eventually meet him...and Littlewing, and Wendy, and Eliza, and Lara, and Jaded, and KarmaWendy...all the anonymous folks out there and the other regulars whom I've yet to meet. And you guys will know a lot of stuff about my sex life...I just don't want it to be too torrid. I have nothing against torrid sex if you have to be having sex, but having torrid amouints of sex is probably not a good thing. So, then I started realizing that I didn't really want to be having sex with this guy. I am a woman...and we are known for our constant changing of our minds. I know that what I did wasn't what the guy would have considered a part of a swell night...but once I realized that I didn't want to be there...was I supposed to just say to myself, "Aw hell, with any luck at all he'll be really quick about this...why don't I just let him have him fun and then I'll take a shower." Well, there aren't enough showers in the world to wash off that feeling.

I do feel badly about what happened and I'm sorry that I let it happen. I've been thinking and I probably will be telling him the truth. I just couldn't right then...I just couldn't make the words come out of my mouth. You guys were right about that. I'm not a liar and I'm not a hypocrite, I'm gonna invite him over for dinner and talk to him about what happened. Who knows what might happen. I couldn't stand Rick when I first met him...but liquor is a crazy drug and he grew on me. I actually LIKE this guy.

"...Not trying to slam you Meg, I am just really trying to understand!..."

LOLOLOLOLOLMAOROFLOLOLOLOLOL. Good luck.

"...Meg, get yourself a really good vibrator..."

Uh...no.

I resisted microwaves, VCR's, DVD players, cell phones, answering machines and a whole host of other such newfangled stuff. But, I draw the line at vibrators. They wouldn't do any good anyway. You see...how do I say this? I like....well, let me put it this way; I am quite sure that God is a man because if God were a woman, man's dick would be on his chin. You would think that after all these ions, somewhere along the line, some man would be born with a chin dick. I'm just surprised that the women didn't breed that particular attribute into men...still. But, I think that with medical advances...it might just happen in MY lifetime. I can dream...can't I?

"...Hope a few drinks does help!..."

It got me to date Rick. And a LOT of them got me to marry his ass.

"...Anyway, I always feel guilty and find some other way to finish my friend..."

That's an interesting idea. I was thinking that I didn't want to have sex with him (in the Biblical sense). I never considered a nice blow job. Or even a hand job. But, that would have been tougher to explain than the stupid leg cramp story. Oh well, maybe next time.

"...Could be sleep deprivation playing havoc with the sex drive..."

Nope. I have to have something turn me on...I just don't notice that I'm horny when I'm doing the dishes. And, I do work quite a bit. It's not really messing with my sex drive...it's messing with my opportunities to be around a man in the right place, time and situation. Anyway, the result is the same. I will be going on vacation soon, so I'm sure I'll have a date...my daughter will probably set me up with some guy my age...at least she might if I give her $1,000.

"...I have to have a thang for someone to get nudie with them lol, and since I am getting older I am finding less thang to get excited over..."

Alas. I understand. Sniff.

"...Having a few drinks first is how you get into awkward situations, not how to resolve them..."

Well dahling, you were so concerned with Mr. Wrong and his blueballs, I would think that you'd suggest that I suck down a big bottle of booze and ride that bad boy all night long.



I WAS KIDDING, JQ!!!!!



OK, I have to run to bed and sleep with a bunch of animals.



Ya'll have a good day and I'll pop in before I go to work tonight.



See ya,



Meg

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Blogger karmawendy said...

Humor is the key- no offense JQ but men need more humor about sex! I've heard from many a man- not in the crucial moment necessarily-about blue balls and all that (sorry to be so direct) but women live with coitus non-orgasmus all of the time and it only makes us stronger(?).Maybe Meggie you are just needing to flow along with less performance pressure.Just make friends and see what happens. Whatever happened to necking in a car or on a couch? Usually one can tell by the kissing (but not always). Love to meet you all -so fun!

May 26, 2007  
Blogger Meg said...

Actually, the guy is my friend. Apparently, we'll be leaving it right there.

Necking on the couch is what started this entire fiasco.

Oh well, maybe I'll have another chance this year.

:):):)

May 26, 2007  
Blogger JQ75 said...

Littlewing makes an excellent case for technology and I had said I would assist you in your technology issues, but I hadn't anticipated that one. LOL.

Meg, any time you're not sure how to take me, just send an email. I'll be glad to clarify. Actually that goes for anyone in Blogland.

First being a discrete gentleman, and seeing you are trying to lead me into some easily misunderstood statements, I'm not sure if I should comment.

Let's see during a sex act, you started thinking about me (I'm flattered) but then while thinking about me and other Bloggers you decided that sex just wasn't that satisfying. Whoa, what do I make of that? LOL. (Meg, just teasing, please no retribution, email privately if you must).

Meg your torrid amounts and interests in sex are legendary & we still like you so you worried for nothing.

Let's see, I know you'll misinterpret this, but it will make for some entertainment. Meg, I like you (and all the girls I flirt with) so don't get all down on my ass (was there a pun in there?).

First, each sexual encounter should be fresh, not loaded with historical baggage. You have a poor orgasm ratio, maybe he doesn't, maybe this was your chance to catch up.

I've got an ex that treated me like shit, everywhere including the bedroom. Even sex aside, do you think that I'm going to judge each woman I meet with my ex's baggage? Hell No! I'm going to be concerned about honesty and trust, but I'm not going to penalize any woman based on my ex.

Meg at the point where he was attending to your breasts and your mind started to wonder, he didn't have a clue. See it's a big secret us guys keep from you girls that we can't read minds like you girls can. Rather than thinking about me and other things, this would have been a good time to ask yourself, what would I like him to do that would be more interesting?

Maybe you would have liked it done slightly differently, maybe you wanted attention elsewhere. Maybe there is something you could do that would have changed the way you and him were interacting (or at least got me out of your mind).

One time you talked about a guy who didn't perform oral sex the you liked it. You said you moved your hips around to give him a clue. He didn't get a clue.

Meg, (remember, I like ya), ya gotta communicate. And I don't mean yelling "Hey asshole do you know what your doing? Can I help you find something?"

You are a woman and I am a guy. Guys are supposed to screw everything they see right? I'm not living down to my stereotype, why should you?

No dick on the chin, Hmm, sounds like proof Darwin was wrong.

Sleep deprivation... You're missing my point, sleep deprivation can interfere with all kinds of things, like sex drive and your ability to get horny even when properly stimulated.

Lara, you talk funny and you are funny too. :-)

Meg, I'm serious about alcohol, now please clarify, when you say you are kidding are you kidding about alcohol being the solution. You mention Rick, so isn't that proof that it isn't the solution? I drink socially, but not to deliberately cloud my vision.

As for meeting me. Very possible Meg, but I've already decided that I'm coming with an NDA (non-disclosure agreement).

And one more time, Meg if any of this seems objectionable, it wasn't supposed to be (because I like you) so please email me and ask for clarification before you hurt my feelings by calling me names.

Meg I think we need to talk more to get you a good male point of view.

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Friday, May 25, 2007

My opinion again...Hello there!

You know...

...I've been wondering if I would ever have sex again. I didn't mind too much...which in itself bothered me a little bit. But, last night I finally had another chance. I was pleased about that until the opportunity actually presented itself and then I backed out. I might have kept it up if anything about the experience was really nice...but it wasn't.

I can't say that anything was actually wrong with what was going on...but nothing really nice was happening either. Then, halfway through the proceedings it occurred to me that I didn't really like the guy that I was with. He's a nice enough character, but I think I have to like someone a bit more than that to enjoy sex with him. Ain't that a bitch? I remember the good ol' days...the 70's...when we didn't have to really like our sexual partners...we just had to find them physically appealing. Then AIDS came along and ruined all of our fun by taking away the ability to have sex whenever we wanted to with whomever we wanted to.

Of course, it could be that I've grown up a bit...who knows. It doesn't really matter why...I had to stop the guy halfway through our sexcapades. Oh well...it may happen again so I should just develop a better plan for extricating myself from that type of situation. Last night the best I could come up with was one that I had to actually set up. I said that I had a "leg cramp that only goes away when I stand up." So, I had to jump up out of the bed a few times before I just said that we might as well give up and....by the way..."could I have a rain check?"

So, now I have a sexual rain check that I probably won't be cashing in and a bit of a task that may or may not be neccessary in the future...I have to come up with a better exit plan. I can't let the activities go as far as I let them go last night. I spent 10 minutes just trying to think of a way to get out of there. I considered using this one, "I am, in fact, Batwoman and I just saw the Bat Signal." But all that one did was make me laugh out loud...at a very inopportune moment. Anyway, I have to have a plan. I can't be spedning 10 minutes trying to come up with a plan. A guy can't get pretty far in 10 minutes. Hell, Rick was snoring 10 minutes after sex started. So, I have to have a story that will stop the festivities right then and there.

OK then, I have to work tonight. This starts the beginning of a 5 night stretch. I've decided to work every other weekend. I already work every Monday and Tuesday and every other Friday. And, if I work 3 shifts a week, any extra work is on overtime. So, the Saturday shift will be on overtime and the Sunday shift will make the third shift (after Monday and Tuesday) so if I work any other shifts next week, THAT shift will be on overtime. So, other than the 5 night stretch every other weekend...I shouldn't be working that much. But when I do, it'll be on overtime.

I know it's a lot of work but I won't do it forever...just long enough to save up some money. I have some saved now...but nowhere near enough. I'd like to have enough saved up to pay the bills for a year.

Colleen Lombardi hasn't made many friends of the female persuaion. I doubt that's a surprise to anyone who knows her or has been following her repugnant behavior lately. In the past week, I've spoken to 4 people who know her personally, 3 of them have known her for well over a year. Only one of them so much as TRIED to defend her...but by the end of the conversation, he agreed with what I was saying but, "If you ever tell Colleen that I said this...I'll deny it." Whatever, I find that when a person uses that particular line, you can pretty well assume that what he's saying is true.

OK...I'm going to play. Have a loverly day and try to keep out of trouble.

Meg

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Blogger JQ75 said...

Holy Moly Meg, Ya can't let a guy start if you're not gonna let him finish.

How about, uh oh, I hear my husband's truck in the driveway.

And then you ask for a rain check? That you won't use?

I don't know what to say. girls help her out on this.

May 25, 2007  
Blogger Littlewing said...

Meg! Why not just be honest with the guy you were in bed with that you really "didn't like that much"???????

Why ask for a sex check, when you know you don't like him that much????
Isn't that a bit like leading him on??

Not trying to slam you Meg, I am just really trying to understand!

May 25, 2007  
Blogger Meg said...

OK, now I feel guilty. Mea culpa. But what if I change my mind in a month or 2? I MIGHT use the rain check, you never know. Maybe next time I'll have a few drinks first and it'll seem like a good idea.

Ya think?

May 25, 2007  
Blogger Littlewing said...

Meg, get yourself a really good vibrator.

You wont have to lie to it, and it doesn't care if you change your mind.

It wont talk back and will always let you finish.

You can always have a rain check with it.

It will never get you pregnant.

If you wanna come back to it in a couple of months it will always be waiting.

It eliminates all the craziness of a relationship until you find Mr. Right.

One night stands are messy and have no emotional bond.
I personally require that bond. I want it all. Dicks don't impress me near as much as the mind of the owner. I am talking about the mind of the big head.
Emotional, mental, and only then physical.
Without it you are just settling, which is fine if that is all you want.

Just saying.............

May 25, 2007  
Blogger karmawendy said...

Oh my God Meg- I'm going to pee in my pants! You are too much girl! First good laugh I've had in awhile.. Not at you of course but with you I hope! Hope a few drinks does help!

May 25, 2007  
Blogger Eliza Doolittle said...

Meg -

Girl, you almost made me pee in my pants I laughed so hard.

I had one of these once - he was a great guy in every sense but just didn't have it in the bedroom. In fact, I used to call him rabbit man. And he would take FOREVER...while I was thinking of what I needed to do the next morning. One day I figured out I could make him "finish" if I...smacked his ass.

Anyway....You can't say "it's not you it's me" BUT I've found that men always run if you mention anything biological in nature, even in a euphemistic way...like "oooh (and bend over and clutch your stomach), that was a bad stomach cramp, must have been (insert whatever you had for dinner).

Anyway, I always feel guilty and find some other way to finish my friend.

May 25, 2007  
Blogger JQ75 said...

No, littlewing, leading a guy on would be implying sex and then saying no at the bedroom door. I don't know what they call it when you get past the bedroom door, into bed, get started, then stop. jeez.

Meg must not have been in the mood, but that's a decision to be made at the bedroom door. And I wouldn't suggest alcohol to get in the mood either.

That rain check might not be good.

Could be sleep deprivation playing havoc with the sex drive.

May 25, 2007  
Blogger Lara Croft said...

I have to have a thang for someone to get nudie with them lol, and since I am getting older I am finding less thang to get excited over. However if I did find a thang I do confess I want it night and day, or maybe its due to finding less thang that I try and get as much as I can before the thang dies lol

May 26, 2007  
Blogger JQ75 said...

Having a few drinks first is how you get into awkward situations, not how to resolve them.

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Thursday, May 24, 2007

More OPINION from Meg...

Well...

…I’m back. I’d love to relax but I really don’t seem to know how anymore. I can watch TV…but that’s not relaxing…especially when Fox and CNN are out there.

I seem to have put my back out…and I’ve done a good job of it. So, I have to call my doctor if it gets any worse, or if it doesn‘t get any better. I already have an appointment with the vet…not for me, for the cat…McFly.

By the way, my son has decided upon a name for the kitten. And, since I’ve had the little thing for a couple of weeks and still haven’t had time to think of a name…I decided to go along with William’s choice.

So, my kitten’s name is……Stewi…with an I.

OK then. I went out last night. I had a good time, I really, really did. My son took me to one of the places that he goes to with his friends. A bunch of his friends were there last night, even a couple who I’ve known since they started hanging out with William as teenagers.

There was one that I used to terrorize and he was a bit nervous about seeing me again last night…but I treated him like and adult. He’s still a bit of an idiot, but I’m not holding things that he did in the last milenium against him.

I ordered a whole rack of baby back ribs and after I ate them, I went to the Marietta Diner and got a bunch of different desserts. I don’t know what most of them are called but I did get the chocolate cream pie which is amazingly good. I got so much stuff that I’ll never be able to eat it all. This stuff is so good…each bite of it comes with an explosion of decadence that makes you go, “Mmmmmmhhhh!” It’s damned good stuff.

Anyway…the jack ass fucked Ms. Lombardi continues to email concerns of hers to me. She seems to wonder why I would “stick up for someone that I don’t know”. She’s missing something.

That tawdry bitch wears her crude behavior in a gaudy, garish manner. You’ve heard of a “flaming” homosexual? Well, this wench is a flaming bitch. Too stupid to distinguish her own ignominious behavior from the decent behavior of most mammals, she may very well not realize that her own behavior is what motivates me. If Solaris wasn't in the picture, I would still call you on what you are.

I read a lot of blogs that have lots of idiots in them but I don't mention most of them on MY blog. But...every so often, someone with abominal behavior pops up and they are so despicable that I have to say something.

So, you hideous wench and odiforous ho...it isn't for Solaris that I do this...if you want to know what motivates me, look in the mirror.

As you stare into that mirror, consider this...not only do most PEOPLE know better than to behave as you do…most MAMMALS know better. You don’t see female parrots fucking another parrot’s mate...you nasty hearted ho you.

I have to go out there and oversee the work being done in my backyard. I’ll pop back in this afternoon or early evening. See ya!


Meggers

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Anonymous Anonymous said...

Um, I dont know if I should be telling you this Meg but I have some information about the Wopig. If you want any information about Colleen Lombardi give me your eamil address and I will send you all I know.

Been screwed by the bitch myself

May 24, 2007  
Blogger Meg said...

Why SOY-tenly. Send me whatever you have...thank you. You are my new best friend.

Meg

megkelsobroderick@gmail.com

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Good morning!

How are you guys doing? If my back ever stops hurting I'm going to clean this house up. And...if I ever get this house clean, I'm going to get that new webcam. If I ever get that webcam, I'm going to learn how to make little tapes and put them on the blog.

Unfortunately, men come door to door inm this neighborhood asking if I need work done in my yard...but Hazel never knocks on the door wanting to clean up the INSIDE...I can wait for a bit longer to see if Hazel will show up, but in the meantime, I'll just wait until the weekend and let the maid lady clean up.

I wander around the house all hunched over and barely moving but when I get to work, I run around the entire night doing all I can to get my work done and I rarely ever notice my back hurting. I don't get that. Oh well...there's always pain pills...I just hate sleeping so much and when I take the stupid pain pills, I do tend to sleep for quite a while.

OH...I found a couple of neat sites to check out. If you like to watch TV shoes or movies online, here's the site that I found, it's the one that I watch I Dream of Jeannie on:

http://www.tv-links.co.uk/

Here's one that lets you track down a cheating spouse...IF they have a cell phone:

Track any connected mobile phone using a satellite map with coverage anywhere in the world!!!!Log on to www.sat-gps-locate.com

OK, now I'm going to write something in my word processor so that I can watch my mispelled words turn into properly spelled words. I'll be back after I'm done.

See ya'll soon!

Meg

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Wednesday, May 23, 2007

CAN YOU BELIEVE THIS?!?!?!!!

I received another email…

…from the Whacky Headed Ho that likes to screw married men. I wasn’t going to give it the slightest bit of attention because it’s so obviously meant to be cruel and hurtful to Solaris but I was able to find out that it was a lie so I don’t mind posting it. Solaris also knows it’s a lie because we checked with one of her in-laws. We had a 4 way conversation going on between people in 4 states. You’ll be happy to know that some of Solaris’ in-laws aren’t as happy about their son hanging out at a certain bimbo's adobe. It seems as though there is one particular female in Hubby’s family who doesn’t like the idea of Jeff “lying with dogs over there in Airmont!” Those are HER words…not mine. I wouldn’t be so kind.

Anyway, here is the email that Colleen Lombardi sent to me today…it’s ONE of them anyway…I’ll have to get the other one later:

Thanks - I can't quite figure you out Meg - You know whoever called you that night was someone that you have never spoken to so how could you say it was me - you have never met me yet you have so much anger against someone you know nothing about and you stand and defend the accusations of Solaris who obviously means nothing to you - Maybe you need to redirect your energy -
Anyway - you can let Solaris know that I had her cat put to sleep - I wasn't having that thing in my house pissing all over my stuff -


You'll have to tell her yourself. I wouldn't be so cruel...unless it was to a slug like you. From here on in, I am deleting any and all correspondence from you…unopened, unread and un-thought of. Swine bitch that you are. Don't waste your time, I won't be reading anymore of you dribble. See you on the blog.

The other email that IT sent came first so I’m not breaking my promise not to read anymore of the bimbo’s mail.

OK…I just got home from shopping and I bought a few things that require a screwdriver. JQ…I NEED you! I really, really do.

Speaking of my buddy J, I’m curious about something. JQ…and any other men who care to comment…what do you guys think about a “person” who would send such an email hoping that the information would get to Solaris? For some reason, the hideous piece of slug guts is obsessed with me and she can’t stay away from this blog. So…she WILL be reading what you all say. OK folks…men AND women…what do you all think of Colleen Lombardi?

Oh…and Jeff, what you did was almost decent. There…I didn’t say a word about the email.

Also, I want to say hello to my new friend. You did a very good thing today. You’re soooooo right, she didn’t deserve any of it. You have no idea how much it all meant to her. Thanks again…and call me again anytime!

Well, I have to go and clean something. Earlier today I was sitting at the computer getting ready to answer the first email from my number one fan…the haggard Lombardi skank. The next thing I knew, I was waking up…at my desk…sitting straight up in my chair. Apparently I fell asleep sitting at my desk for 3 hours. Yesterday I fell asleep standing up. Apparently I can sleep standing up and not fall down. I don't know why and I'm not sure how I can make that pay off, but I can do it. OK…I’m gonna go be mischievous for a little while.

OMG!!! I JUST NOTICED THAT MY WORD PROCESSOR SPELL CHECKER CORRECTS WORDS AS I TYPE! I HAD NO IDEA!!! This is so cool, I’m typing really sloppy but it’s working!

Wow!!!!

Tell me…what else DOES this thing do?

-Stunned in Georgia

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Blogger Eliza Doolittle said...

She is a total bith. She had the cat put to sleep because it was peeing on her things?

You know, cats have sense. I guess the cat knew a cunt when she saw one.

May 23, 2007  
Blogger Lara Croft said...

Jeff must be very proud of you Colon, as must his family.
Clearly stealing Sol's hubby was not enough, what is it about loose woman that makes them also want to steal the wifes life?
Are you so incredibly insecure that you must destroy all traces of Sol, one thing you can never take is the years they were married, you can never take away his yearnings to be her husband, you can never take away the youth of love and happiness they had, you will never have any of these, is that why you are so bitter.
The years may not have been easy for you but this path of revenge will take you to the pit of Hell, and if Jeffs current outlook on life is anything to go by he will get out before you drag him down.

May 23, 2007  
Anonymous Anonymous said...

Meg you are right. I don't think I have ever met a gentleman who would allow himself to be within 10 thousand feet of such a travesty of the fairer sex.

Coincidentally,

Jeff

May 23, 2007  
Blogger SolarisGal said...

How upsetting and stupid.

This thing of a being or this... this... WACKY headed ho LOLOLOL should realize that there is life "behind the scenes" of a blog. How the hell would she even know what our level of friendship is?

May 24, 2007  
Blogger JQ75 said...

Ah Meg, it may not be long now...

You know I've taught my son about the different screwdrivers and got him a smaller (finishing) hammer and he has helped me assemble bookcases. He can now hammer in a nail really well by himself.

Oh he helped me spackle (fill in water damage holes) in my shower and paint on a coat of Killz sealer.

Again, it's all under close supervision and with instruction.

I'm so glad I'm on your mind so much Meg, likewise.

As for my thoughts on Colleen's continued harassment and cruel emails. It is beyond clinical obsession that needs medical attention. I don't understand how this could further her relationship with Jeff. I would find it impossible to have a relationship with someone obsessed with vengeance against my ex. Wow, that's right she is not my wife, she's my ex, wheeeeee. Meg, we don't have to hide our true feelings. But I am kind of a private discrete person.

It would be one thing if a new gf responded to a provocation or problem I was having with my ex. But to dwell on her without provocation would not serve our growth in a new relationship. Any new relationship I would have would be to put my ex behind me, not to have continued reminders.

Then there is the cruelty, although I may joke about it, there are lines to be drawn. The phony pregnancy and now the phony cat death is just so low, too low. My wife was terribly cruel to me, but I'm not going to allow her to continue to abuse me by falling into a cycle of cruelty and vengeance. In my experience it does more damage to the perpetrator than the recipient.

Why would Collen want to waste her time and life pursuing Solaris and how does that help her with Jeff? She won't understand why Jeff leaves when he's fed up being reminded of the mistake he made leaving Solaris. If Colleen truely wants to keep Jeff, and enjoy her life, she'll forget about Solaris.

Colleen is on a fool's mission, re-victimizing the victim is just something you are not going to get anyone's support on. Even trying to justify your intervention into a marriage is pretty much a lost cause. There are some battles that just aren't winnable. And worse yet Colleen's doesn't even make sense. It is not helping herself in any way.

May 24, 2007  
Blogger karmawendy said...

She didn't Really put the cat to sleep did she? Meg, you are a magnificent friend. Anytime you say the word and Co-Ho is on my site!

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This will have to do until we can pop one together. ;-)

Thanks, my enchanting smiling friend.

May 23, 2007  

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ColleenLombardi@aol.com" to me

Meg,

Why would you post that on your site from Tuesday? I am not sure exactly what you have against me since we have never met and never spoken - If you have something to say to me why don't you say it to me directly?

Colleen


Why would I "post that"? Are you fricking insane? You of all people should know why I did that. It's for the same reason that you spread your legs for married men...I fucking wanted to, you bitch dyke. (And NO...this is NOT like calling a WOMAN a "bitch".) I wanted to and I didn't give a flying FUCK how it affected you and the despicable existence that you call your life.

I wanted to post THAT and I want to post this as well, you vile, wicked and loathsome creature.

You're a shameful semi-female slug who couldn't send a short email without lying. But...I guess it must be hard to keep them all straight for you and other depraved assholes like you who live life satisfying every base urge that they have...never ONCE stopping to think how their contemptable behavior affects innocent human beings who actually live decent, productive lives.

Like a terrorist in the night...you and other low-lifes like you steal lives, topple mountains of dreams and cause more pain that any bullet could possibly cause. I guess it would be stupid to bother trying to tell you what a low-life you are...you're years away from realizing what trash you are today. There you sit, seeking out poor saps who are going through a rough patch in life...and then, when you find them, what do you do? You fuck them, suck them, buy them cars and do whatever you can do to find a way to harm his wife and look totally innocent doing it. Why? LOLOLOLOL...because you can't fight the urge to fart...much less fuck. After all, you've done it so damned many times...this asshole is putty in your filthy little hands.

You're nothing but a low, wicked, repugnant, abhorrent, odius, detestable, obnoxious, hideous, repulsive, foul, gross, revolting, gruesome, frightful, grisly, unpleasant, atrocious, inexcusable, abysmal waste of space, air and Whopper's.

And from what I hear...you're rather unsightly as well.

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Blogger JQ75 said...

I thought Colleen called you up in the middle of the night drunk. Or did she forget that she called.

May 23, 2007  
Blogger Jaded said...

Many, many people have filed law suits against the other man or woman for alienation of affection, and they've won! If someone is stupid enough to email/text things that indicate a sexual relationship does exist, he or she deserves to be sued.

I always take it personally when I see that another person doesn't respect a marriage and insinuates themselves right into the middle of it. It doesn't matter whether I know the person or not. As much as these people try to rationalize and justify their behavior, they're always wrong. Always. It's even worse to me if that person has children, because they've just taught those kids that it's ok to destroy someone else as long as you get what you want. That disgusts me beyond words.

What's funny is that someone like the skank that we discuss here is that she thinks she's won. What did she win? A man who has proven that he can't be faithful? He made vows before God that he'd be faithful to his wife, so what makes this skank think he'll be faithful to her? Oh, I know, the other woman always thinks that SHE can keep her man, but honestly, why would you want him? He lies and cheats. He's proven that. Seems like the woman who ends up with that mess is the loser.

May 23, 2007  
Blogger Meg said...

JQ,

Nope, she just denies that it was her. This bitch is nuts.

Oh well. I'm not.

:):):)

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Tuesday, May 22, 2007

I'm trying to find out if ANY of this is true:

Guess what I heard?

I heard some things about that husband stealing skank ho who has no more self respect than it takes to buy a married man with cash and then be jealous of his wife who landed him without a dime. Of course, the reigning Ho Du Jour is, and continues to be...COLLEEN LOMBARDI! I've heard a few rather discusting things about her and I wanted to see if I could verify any of these rumors.

First of all, there's this one story that has to do with beastiality and Solaris' cat. I don't want to upset Solaris so I'm not going to go into details. But it does explain why Sol's hubby brought the cops when he took the cat away from Solaris. Then, there's the one about Lombardi and her married man fuckathon where she's the only one that ALL of the married men can fuck. Apparently, they tried to get Angelina Jolie but oddly enough, there ARE married men that Jolie won't sleep with. And it seems as though any married man that the "disease ridden Lombardi" has slept with is far too contagious for Jolie, according to the man stealing actress herself.

Of course there's the old story that's been circulating forever that has Lombardi playing the part of a very large blow up doll that says to married men (so that his wife can hear it), "You know, I'm pregnant by you!" That doll developed a bad name in the business world when it was taken off of the market after 4 old men keeled over of heart attacks after the dolls exploded when the men came on the part of Lombardi's face that says, "Cum right here!" Then, it was found out that Lombardi herself was using the doll's face as her own on her driver's license after she realized that like with men, blowing the doll harder would make all of her wrinkles disappear. She needs to TRY to keep old ass self up for the younger men that owe her cash.

Anyway, I've heard the "blow jobs behind dumpster" story that has been circulating for months and I've heard nothing to make me think that story is false...but who knows...maybe there IS someone or something that she HASN'T blown. LOLOLOL...yeah right.

Well, I'm going back to my email to see what else I can find out about Whore du jour (or as I like to call her, "Whacky headed ho") Colleen Lombardi.

Any info you can offer would be greatly appreciated!

Meg

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Blogger JQ75 said...

Seriously, and I mean seriously, aren't you a little concerned with taunting someone as obviously unstable as her.

May 22, 2007  
Blogger SolarisGal said...

What a coincidence!! I didn't get the emails but I got more or less the same comments posted on my blog back when it was public!

May 22, 2007  
Blogger karmawendy said...

Make sure I stay on your good side Meg! :) I sure would like to post the wopig's website addy on my lustful, infidelity whore's website links. Do you know what it is?

May 22, 2007  
Blogger Meg said...

You'd be surprised what I know. But...it's nothing I can share right now.

:)

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Hello!

I just got home from work...4 hours after I left the floor. I've set a new record for hours worked in one day without any sleep...16 of them. The time went by so quickly that before I knew it, it was 6 AM, one hour before I leave the floor...only I had about 2 hours of work left to do. I had to stop working and give 2 nurses report on 4 patients each. Then, I had about 2 hours of paperwork left to do.

Actually, "paperwork" is computer work now. I like the hard copies. You can make copies of them. I don't know how to make copies.

OH SHIT!!! It's after 12 o'clock noon. Gotta go!

See ya later!

Meg

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Monday, May 21, 2007

I could have used a cell phone...

...this morning when I missed another plane. I waited for 2 flights on stand by and didn't get on either of them so I went to other airlines and bought another ticket. It cost me 700 bucks to get home today. I do have a $300 credit for Air Tran so I'll be leaving town again soon.

Today I was just happy to get home in time to go to work. I had it planned so that I could take a nap...but that's not gonna happen. I got home at 5:30 and I have to leave for work at 6:30. Just enough time to pop in here, say hello and then get into my scrubs.

Hello.

OK, off I go to get into my scrubs.

See ya later!

Meggers

JQ, I'll be here.

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Blogger JQ75 said...

Shh, Meg, my decree isn't final yet, we have to keep things quiet a little longer. ;-) :-) ;-)

May 21, 2007  
Anonymous Anonymous said...

Iwant to use your body.

May 21, 2007  
Blogger Meg said...

Use it for what? You'll have to be more specific or I can't help ya...so straighten up and fly right!

Megs

May 22, 2007  
Blogger Meg said...

Oh...OK JQ. I'll keep things quiet...unless I catch you cyber flirting with someone else!!!!


:):):)

May 22, 2007  

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Meg,

"...My dear Meg, you must be rescued from your technophobia..."

It isn't a phobia...that's what I have when a spider comes along. I'm just stubborn and resistant to change. I only got the computer to write on so that I didn't lose the crap I was writing. Rick got the online stuff because he likes cyber-sex.

Well, I guess I am one of the "idiots" that does not have a cell phone.

I'm not sure, but I don't think I called anyone an idiot. I call people nit wits. But...only if I LIKE them. People I don't like are jack asses.

Holy crap JQ75, she STILL wants your ass! Sorry, I can't cover it, you are on your own now!

No one ever said that my wanting his ass was a BAD THING! I've been cyber flirting with JQ for a very long time now...and I'm STILL waiting for him to show up at my place to show me how to work my computer.

Oh JQ - please don't drag me into this.

Drag you into WHAT? I think the hostility went right over MY head. I thought it was all joking around. Sniff.

OK so we have that taken care of. As for your last request, we can go over that via email. ;-) :-)

You're place or mine?

OK, cyber peace. I never said that people who use technology were idiots...I just said that the kids depend too much on it for their fun. They should use their own creativity a bit more. I've had cell phones for certain jobs, I even had a blackberry for one. I just don't need one for personal use. My PC is a one stop shopping place for all of my techno-needs.

Even at work, I get annoyed at all the new versions of old stuff. I like the old way of taking a blood pressure, with my stethoscope and my sphygmomanometer. They've "improved" all of the equipment that we use and NONE of it is easier, it's like the retractable T-bird convertables, just more stuff to go wrong. And, they're all unnecessarily confusing.

Oh, by the way, to the person who wrote the post that I didn't understand about third world countries, I put myself through college. My parents had 3 sons to put through college and the girls "were gonna get pregnant anyway" so why pay for them to go to school? It's a matter of "you can do anything that you want to do, with one catch...you have to want to do it badly enough."

OK now....I have to shower and do one last cleaning of Dad's condo and then I'm off to the airport. Airport drop offs are always a toss up with my father. He loves to get there with just enough time left over for me to run through the airport with my luggage shouting, "Hold that plane!"

I keep thinking that if I get an early start, I'll make it with time to walk to the plane. Oh well, here I go again.

Meg

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Anonymous Anonymous said...

****Oh, by the way, to the person who wrote the post that I didn't understand about third world countries, I put myself through college. My parents had 3 sons to put through college and the girls "were gonna get pregnant anyway" so why pay for them to go to school? It's a matter of "you can do anything that you want to do, with one catch...you have to want to do it badly enough."****

Hi Meg, That post was written to show the reality of life in a third world country, because a previous poster mentioned 'growing up in a third world' country or something to that effect. But that post is a real life situation and no, sorry, it doesn't work that way in other parts of the world "If you want to do it badly etc." There is no source of income Meg, no source. I know it is hard to imagine. There is no jobbing anywhere to put yourself through college because there are no jobs, scholarships are far and few and belong to kids whose fathers are Rotarians or Lions or whatever else they carve out for themselves. Which brings another though to mind....the welfare system in first world countries....it kills self-will (is there such a word?) If you don't have it to feed your 7 kids then you are going to get up off your ass and find a way to feed your 7 kids and that usually means buying and selling cheap consumer goods at the side of the road or in the town's center. This topic could be discussed to frazzles but if you have not lived the life in one of these places then you cannot sit in a cosy chair and voice an opinion without having ever seen the lifes of these people.

May 21, 2007  
Blogger JQ75 said...

OK, tech-resistant then. While in central Florida, I saw something they called a "housekeeping spider" (looked like a baby tarantula) that ate "palmetto bugs". They both were kinda creepy, I was glad to live in a northern climate where they don't survive.

Littlewing missed our history. Meg, when I clear up this legal thing that has me in court every week, you are just likely to get that phone call that precedes my visit. Who knows after a visit from me some of my tech-advocacy might rub off on you. ;-) :-)

May 21, 2007  
Blogger Meg said...

I do understand the fact that anyone with a skill would leave a third world country ASAP...my problem isn't that there's no jobs to feed the 7 kids...it's that they even HAVE 7 kids in the first place. We know what causes that. When I was 15, I had a "foster child" in South America that I sent money to every month. through that Children's Christian Fund...those guys are STILL begging for help. IF cthey6 would have passes out birth control pills in the 70's, they might have an occasional steak dinner. They sit there starving, just waiting for the next concert to feed the hungry. I feel badly for any child who's hungry...I'm not hateful. But, I do think that if we really, really tried, we could slow down that population growth. Educated people are the only people on the planet who practice birth control. That's not good for the future.

Oh well, not in my lifetime.

Meg

May 21, 2007  
Blogger Meg said...

.the welfare system in first world countries....it kills self-will (is there such a word?)

Yes, there is. And it certainly does. The government wants to do it all for us so that we don't depend on each other anymore...just the powers that be. Frightening.

Meg

May 21, 2007  
Blogger SolarisGal said...

Hostility? hostility??!! Who ever mentioned *beeep* hostility?? Dammit, I NEVER get *beeep* hostile!

**pounds fists on desk, overturns keyboard, and throws a glass of water against the wall**

WHO THE *beeeeeep* said *beeeep* anything about *beeeeeep* hostile??? dammmit *beeeeeeeeeeeeep*!!!

Ladies and gentlemen, this is Blogger. We are experiencing some technical difficulty, please stand by

May 21, 2007  
Blogger JQ75 said...

I forgot to mention, a "palmetto bug" looks like a big cockroach. Meg, since you've been to Florida, do you know the answer? I think they just use that word (palmetto) because it sounds better than "huge cockroach".

So those could be phobias, I just said technophobia cause it sounds cool.

I gotta get down to see you and get your tech stuff up to snuff. Once it's working right you really can grow to like it, it can be handy, it can be your friend. When you can't get it to work, I'd agree that it can be frustrating. Since my career has been in technology, I have had reasonable luck bending it to my will.

May 21, 2007  
Blogger JQ75 said...

And the welfare system for the third world (world bank) is busy boosting his girlfriends salary rather than providing true help to projects that could improve their lot.

And the first world countries are busy exploiting cheap labor in the third world by outsourcing all the first world jobs offshore.

If they could find a way to do that for nursing they would. They digitize xrays and send them to India to be read by their doctors to save a buck or two, meanwhile 3/4 of the Indian people couldn't get an xray read for their own injuries.

It's all about greed and corruption.

May 21, 2007  

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Sunday, May 20, 2007

Meg...

"...It isn't safe now-a-days to let kids play outside unsupervised. Kids are grabbed right out of their yards, and while riding their bikes..."

You forget that mothers were all at home back then and there was always one sitting in their driveway with an RC Cola bottle in one hand and a Parliament in the other. We were never far from a house we could run to and we traveled in packs.

There was a little girl who was kidnapped and murdered when I was 5...so it wasn't unheard of. But, the community was tight and all the parents watched all the kids.

I guess it is a bit like Huckleberry Finn in that it was obviously a long, long time ago. But it was nice and kids entertained themselves. Even when we were in the house, we played games and did stuff. I played enough Battleship to win a real war. We made up secret hand languages that only we knew, we had hand signs for every letter of the alphabet and a bunch of words so we spent a lot of time on that. My point wasn't so much that we were running wild in the streets, it was that we made our own fun because if we didn't, there wasn't anything to do. And, as I said earlier, there was always a wall to wash for an idle child who couldn't think of something to do. Hell, I could spend half a day sitting in the backyard grass looking for 4 leaf clovers.

"...Oh my! Meg just called JQ75 a nit wit!.."

I call everyone a nit wit. That's because when one is as intelligent as I am, everybody else IS a nit wit. It's a burden I have to bear.

"...So you want my ass. Meg, I'm blushing. LOL..."

Don't break your arm patting yourself on the back, I haven't had any ass in a very, very long time. Cyber ass is the best I can do. The sad part is that I really don't care, I just want to save up a bunch of money and have some fun with it. That's why I'm going to Europe. Now, once I get there, I do hope to find some French ass.

"...She has a cell for emergencies but she keeps it safely tucked away at home so no one calls her..."

The cell phone is for when I'm driving you, nit wit...I took a plane here. I doubt the cell phone would have helped me if the plane was going down. Who would I call? I don't have Superman's number.

"...I love telling my son about B&W and 3 channels. I guess you didn't know what you were missing..."

I knew what I was missing after I saw a friend's color TV. I watched The Flintstones and I had never seen anything so pretty as the night blue sky on that cartoon. We got a new TV once and as my father was taking it out of the box, I asked if it was a color TV. He said that it was but when he turned it on it was in black and white...I said, "I thought you said it was a color TV?" He responded, "It is, it's brown." Needless to say, I was quite disappointed. That man didn't spend the cash for a color TV until they pretty much stopped making console black and whites.

Well, I'm going home tomorrow. My work here is nowhere near done but I think I've explained to my father that Jean isn't TRYING to make him nuts, she just doesn't know any better. He thinks you can teach an Alzheimer's patient something...but you can't. There is no ability to learn. He has to get help with her, he can't give her a bath and she needs one every so often. She wouldn't take one herself so someone has to come in and do that for him. I'm sure that she can afford that much.

I'll be flying home tomorrow at about 11 AM. My plane gets to Atlanta at about 1 PM so I may have time to take a short nap before I go to work. I'd love to take a nap right now but the last day that I'm here I always clean the house...which is such fun for me.

See ya later!

Meg

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Saturday, May 19, 2007

Yep...

...a lot of us can remember playing outside. That was what you lived for...to play outside. Summer vacation was a 3 month period of playing outside. Sometimes playing outside meant playing in the snow, sometime it meant the playground but usually it just meant hanging out with my friends. Karen, Gloria, Kathy and sometimes Laura. There were other packs of kids but we didn't play with them, we taunted them.

We could because we were the big kids on the block since all the families bought houses in that new subdivision at about the same time and we happened to be born first. And...of my own group, I was the oldest as well. So, I was the kid that caused a lot of grief to the younger kids. I turned mudpies into pennies during one dinnertime. Those were some impressed pre-schoolers, I must say. I walked into the corn field behind our subdivision and came out with strawberries that I had stolen from somebodies back yard. Those kids were mesmerized by me. I made pennies from mud and strawberrys from corn, I was incredible. And, on top of that, I made my own clothes. I even knitted my own sweaters. I put the labels in there so "no one knew that I made my own sweaters".

I was quite the little liar now that I think about it. I told one teacher that the stove blew up and burned my entire back, but I couldn't show her because I was "wearing a dress and not a skirt" that day. I don't know why I told that teacher such a lie..but I did. I even sneaked into a neighbors house to steal the snack size potato chips that I knew they had. My mother never bought stuff like that. We just got a big box of Jay's Potato Chips, which were good, but I didn't have my own bag. Anyway, I waited for them to leave and then I snuck in the sliding back door that I had unlocked whilst working on my plan-op. I hadn't counted on one little thing. The possiblity that those nit wits would forget something and come right home. Thank God they didn't have to take a leak, I was behind the bathroom door. Whatever they got was in the bedroom that I was next to, I could see the fool reaching for a box that was under the bed.

It was quite frightening. After the guy left, I ran back the way I had come...after I grabbed the potato chips that I had come for. That was my first and last burglary. I was so afraid of being caught that I never did it again. I can't say with for sure but I'm faily certain that would have garnered me what my father referred to as "a severe punishment". A "severe punishment" involved a belt and it was not very pleasant. But, it did keep me a good girl.

The kids that don't have video games and computers and cell phones have parents who micro-manage their entire lives with extra-curricular actitivies that leave no time for playing outside. Do you realize how serious this is? If we don't fix this now, no one will ever get the point of Peter Pan!

Meg

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Blogger JQ75 said...

Well you are right. kids need to be creative and poorly used technology can inhibit that, much like the TV can.

Since I watch TV with my son, I've noticed that some channels (NICK, I think) actually tell the kids to get out and play.

My son's school also has a bfit4kids program which I think may be national, they need to complete 20 physical or healthy activities per month from a list.

So some people (me I think) get it, but you are correct that a lot don't get it. They dump their kids on technology, just like my wife dumped my child on some young stranger this evening instead of his father.

I know that thanks to technology, my court order allows my son to call me daily. Every time I get a call from him from a new number (in caller ID) I save it. It will help me immensely when she makes good on her threat to kidnap him again. It helped me the first time, and it will help me the next time too.

So I still stand by my statement that technology (OK, when correctly used, I'll give ya that) can be your friend.

I'm thinking of a Magellan GPS with waypoint back tracking so we don't get lost on our nature hikes, or for kidnap tracking.

May 19, 2007  
Blogger Littlewing said...

Meg, those were the 'good ole days' you speak of.

It isn't safe now-a-days to let kids play outside unsupervised. Kids are grabbed right out of their yards, and while riding their bikes.

The kind of summers you describe were glory days, I am sure, but now-a-days would constitute child abuse.

If I had young children I would not want them out of my sight and would probably home school.

The sad truth is I would rather they were at home under my watchful eye, playing video games.

I agree with JQ75 that technology can be your friend. Oh and I DO have a GPS.

May 20, 2007  
Blogger karmawendy said...

Ditto-littlewing. I remember those lazy free summer days as the best days of my life. I remember running thru the woods with friends, riding my bike to the corner store with a dime, lying in the field in the back yard hidden by the tall grass- and I wasn't even 10! I try so hard to impart the same feeling to my daughter even if it isn't exactly the same. Just one of many losses in the techno world.

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Friday, May 18, 2007

Meg,

"How could someone not have a cell phone in this day and age?????"

First of all, I do have a cell phone. But it's at home and I only have it for emergencies. I hate talking on the phone so why would I get one that I have to carry around with me? When I leave the house, I like the fact that no one can call me. It's quite liberating.

I was one of the last people on the planet to get a VCR, I got one in the early 90's. Then, I resisted buying a microwave until the late 90's when someone bought one for me. I didn't want call waiting but everyone bitched so much that I got that and then they just whined that I didn't have an answering machine. Since the call waiting only made them bitch about something else...I decided not to get the answering machine no matter how much people whined. So, my father bought me one for Christmas because everyone knows that you don't buy people what THEY want on Christmas, you buy them what YOU want them to have.

When I was a kid, we had phones that were tethered to the wall and TV's with 4 stations yet somehow we made it through life in our ignorant bliss. Now, kids have phones with them wherever they go and they have 300 channels to watch on TV.

We went outside empty handed and found ways to entertain ourselves for hours on end. Now kids need computers, Ipods, video games and an entire slew of electronic gadgets so that they don't get "bored". I was never bored as a kid...I ALWAYS had something to do, even without video games.

So, this is progress? I submit that it is not only NOT progress...it is sending the kids BACK in their abilities to be creative and self sufficient. Not to mention the fact that this stuff has totally trashed children's ability to relate to other human beings. That's not good for anyone.

OK...now I have to go and be annoyed.

See ya!

Meg

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Blogger Eliza Doolittle said...

My grandmother used to tell us that only stupid people got bored....

May 18, 2007  
Blogger coconut commando said...

Nice soap-boxing. I agree 100%. I see the impact of it in the new Joes that we get from basic training. No people, social, or interpersonal skills due to being glued to electronics. Now I do have a lot of the gadgets that you mentioned, but I never substitute it for human interaction. Unless that human is worth less to me than the gadget. I'm sure some of your readers can relate.

May 18, 2007  
Blogger Littlewing said...

peeks around the corner to see if Meg is through with her rant........ :)

May 18, 2007  
Blogger Donna said...

Meg: I agree. Our local paper just had an article about a new book called "Dangerous stuff for Boys" or something. It teaches them how to do stuff (other than video games) like tying knots, making paper airplanes, etc. Bonus is it is written to be done with an adult (preferably a DAD). Sad that someone had to write a book about how to spend time outside with a kid....

I agree: when we were young, we got home from school, grabbed a snack, slammed through the door, and disappeared with our friends. When we saw the Dads coming home, we headed that way. If we were a minute late for dinner, too bad. Starve for a night. Saturdays were heaven. Eat breakfast in front of the cartoons (on a console TV), change, and hit the street. We schlopped around the ditches (great after a rain), made forts, went where we weren't supposed to, but made it home for dinner. I couldn't imagine spending all day inside with my sisters. The friends I got in trouble with then are, for the most part, friends to this day.

So much for progress. As the author of the afore-mentioned book said, kids that take chances when young don't end up playing chicken on the highway as teenagers.

Have a great weekend!

May 18, 2007  
Blogger JQ75 said...

My dear Meg, you must be rescued from your technophobia. I don't know if I can do it myself, maybe Sol will have to come down and we'll have an intervention. ROTFLOL (pulling your leg, trying to invoke a smile).

Meg, I keep my spare tire in the trunk of my car, and my cell phone at my side. Often my emergencies occur away from home. I have Caller ID, distinctive ring tones and photos, so I know whose calling and feel equally liberated in answering or not.

Hmm, your Dad buying an answering machine, he sounds likable already. Oh Meg, I get email on my current phone, but the headset jack is worn, so the free upgrade they're offering me has bluetooth hands free and video. The camera on the phone is upgraded from .5 to 1.3 MP in case I don't have my 5 MP with me.

Don't tell me you are still using a VCR, you need a PVR/DVR with TIVO.

Oh gosh we sure were improvised as kids. I love telling my son about B&W and 3 channels. I guess you didn't know what you were missing.

OK when should we schedule the tech intervention, let's all look at are Palm Calendar's (for Sol and I that is a palm sized computer, for Meg that is some ink scribbles on her hand). ROTFLOL.

Now before you go write a JQ post, I'm just teasing you Meg. You know how much I like you. Your post made me laugh so much when I needed to.

May 18, 2007  
Blogger JQ75 said...

On a serious note, I will grant you that these non-educational or shooter games are worthless. My son doesn't play them.

Just to make amends a little (so Meg doesn't get mad and write a whole post about me), I grew up living next to a park and we had about 300 feet of woods that was part of our backyard. We had a lot of creative fun, making trails, maps, forts, etc. So I did grow up pre-video game. I remember "Pong". Pinball was the closest thing we had.

As for my son, he has plenty of creative alternatives to technology, some of which get me in trouble. His school and I expose him to technology and I think he'll be better off for it. I do try to direct it in more of a learning mode vs. time wasting. Given that he is banned from technology by my wife, subject to my court order on that topic, he doesn't get overexposed (especially in a negative way) at all.

May 18, 2007  
Anonymous Anonymous said...

LOL we still only have 4 stations on our tv, I only really watch one channel really so why bother with pay tv. I do have a mble but like you I dont use it for fun I have it for emergancies, or when others want to contact me. I don't have call waiting and only vmail on my mble cos half the time I don't hear it ring. I grew up riding my bike around the block, shoot pretend cowboys and indians with my cap gun, rollerskating up and down the street till midnight during school holidays and then onto the rollerskating rink for lessons. Then I joined the air force cadets and learnt the side drum , from there it was a cb club and finally a career, How did we ever survive LOL

May 19, 2007  
Blogger JQ75 said...

The book Donna is talking about is and apparently there is some demand for this "lost art" as Amazon shows.

My son found some old stuff in the attic, and I was surprised what we played with back then. I have this one cap bomb that emits a fair amount of fire when dropped. It certainly would not pass the PC police of today not to mention my wife's overprotective phobias.

I'd love to hear your opinions on a similar kids play vs protection over here. Thanks in advance for your comments.

May 19, 2007  
Blogger Meg said...

Only a nit wit would let a kid play in or with a car...they aren't toys. So, whatever the kid's doing, he shouldn't be doing it. I once tried that, I played Vacation in my Uncle Steve's beautiful new red convertable something, I was only 7...the car was parked in our driveway and I put it in gear. I rolled out of the driveway, across the street and smashed into the neighbor's car that was parked in front of THEIR driveway. I was "severely punished" for that little trick.

Grandma was right, you'd have to be stupid to be bored...in my house the true moron actually SAID he was bored...where my father could hear the foolish comment. In my house, bored children washed walls. There was always a wall to be washed so I did my best to stay the hell away from those walls.

See ya later, I have to go wrap up a huge piece of pig meat that my father bought for $1.46 a pound. He's quite proud of himself. I got to cook it, Tomorrow I'll rip it to shreds and make bar-b-q out of it.

JG, your ass is mine, Littlewing, you're off the hook.

:):):)

May 19, 2007  
Blogger JQ75 said...

I'm usually within about 10 feet of him. Today's transmissions don't slip out of gear like the old ones did. I also have an alarm on the car that secures it even further. He is not allowed in the driver's seat and he knows why.

Littlewing you owe me one.

So you want my ass. Meg, I'm blushing. LOL. ;-)

May 19, 2007  
Blogger Littlewing said...

Oh my! Meg just called JQ75 a nit wit!

May 20, 2007  
Anonymous Anonymous said...

Meg,

Well, I guess I am one of the "idiots" that does not have a cell phone.

I, for one, am thankful that I don't have one. They're annoying and I don't want people to be able to instantly reach me. Plus, there are so many hidden costs.

A standard land line will be just fine with me, thank you.

Society is far too obsessed with technology, which in turn has caused more instances of depression and other emotional problems, namely added stress.

I will do without a cell phone as long as possible. Thankfully, I CAN live without it.

Leslie

May 20, 2007  
Blogger Meg said...

Absolutely. I don't understand those fools standing in the grocery store aisle saying things like, "They don't have Ho-Ho's...how about some Twinkie's?" I do NOT want to be called when I'm not at home. I don't even like to be called all that much when I am at home. I would love to lose the phone all together but I can't do that because I wouldn't be able to hear from my kids. However, I do like mail.

:):):)

May 20, 2007  
Blogger JQ75 said...

Hey she said my ass was hers too.

I'm sure she didn't mean either. Right, my sweet smiling Meg? I mean I tease, but I don't call YOU names.

Plus, she didn't allow that my late model car doesn't just go rolling around even if you try to make it.

I should qualify that I don't make a habit of letting him play with the car. He was only there for 5 minutes and then went on to other things.

Thanks for watching my back Littlewing.

May 20, 2007  
Blogger Meg said...

Technically, I didn't call YOU a nit wit, I said only a nit wit would let the kid play in a car. If you were right there, it's a different thing...isn't it? You asked me the question, sorry if my answer wasn't to your liking. Now, play nice, my humor seems to skim right over most heads when it's written, but trust me, if you heard me say it, you wouldn't be offended. I still want your ass.

:):):)

May 20, 2007  
Blogger karmawendy said...

I reluctantly got a cell phone after my H's affair to keep track of him better. I hate the damn things! No on has any privacy anymore.My mother loves them- that tells you how boundaryless she is!

May 20, 2007  
Blogger Littlewing said...

Holy crap JQ75, she STILL wants your ass! Sorry, I can't cover it, you are on your own now!

May 20, 2007  
Blogger SolarisGal said...

Oh JQ - please don't drag me into this. Everyone who knows me knows that I rarely pick up my cellphone - I don't even wear the damn thing. Everything is set to go straight to voicemail and when I get home, after I take a shower and eat, then I listen to the messages -that is if I don't fall asleep 'till the next day.

I only use the blackberry to check blog comments and play tetris.

May 20, 2007  
Blogger JQ75 said...

Good clarification, Meg. If I wasn't right there, he might have gotten in some trouble.

And actually it is a fact that writing is a less efficient communication mechanism. You can't hear tone, or see body language. For that matter a video would have shown what my son and I were doing better than a photo, but that would have been more boring compared to the one image.

OK so we have that taken care of. As for your last request, we can go over that via email. ;-) :-)

May 20, 2007  
Blogger JQ75 said...

And now to clarify what I have meant by my writing. First people who don't particularly like technology aren't idiots. They might be missing out on somethings, but its their choice. If it works for them, its fine with me.

Even as a technology advocate, I'd have to agree that a grocery store conversation about twinkies or hohos qualifies as idiotic and annoying. Cell plans could be simplified, but that's not technology, that's corporate greed.

As a person who commuted 100 miles/day, worked odd shifts, and had visitation withheld, the cell has been indispensable. If you don't want calls turn off the ringer or phone. But having it with you can come in handy when YOU need to call someone (which is what started out this conversation).

So hopefully we can call a truce, after all we're all using the internet, we have that technology in common.

May 20, 2007  
Anonymous Anonymous said...

Meg,

I just reread my message. I want to apologize - I didn't mean to come off so defensive and hateful.

I meant it honestly to come out more softly than it did.

I vow almost never to get a cell phone. I have to maintain my sanity some how.

Leslie

May 21, 2007  
Blogger Meg said...

Leslie,

I didn't find your comment to be the least bit offensive...not even the teeniest, weeniest bit. You're just fine sugar plum!

Ciao,

Meg

May 22, 2007  
Anonymous Anonymous said...

Well, here we are all these years later...and guess who ELSE doesn't have a cell phone?
You got it. Know why? Besides the fact I spent my life working in a field where my clients NEVER called to say, "Hi TW, How are YOU?" there is a technological glitch here in The Tundra. It's called "We AIN'T got NO 'CEPTION." Translation: Just as you can't get there from here, neither can technology save you.
So when I see people muttering to themselves with their hand clapped over their ear while grocery shopping (and taking up the whole damn aisle) acting like "The REAL Housewives of The Tundra" I know they really ARE muttering to themselves.
Cuz peeps, the only other "person" on the other end of that conversation is the one they invented to impress the less-knowing.
Now, get outta my damn way. Or take your Thorazine.
TW

May 15, 2012  
Blogger Meg Kelso said...

I especially hate when people repeat themselves over and over. The other day I heard a lady say, "I'm at Target. Target. I'm at Target. I SAID TARGET. TARGET."

I wanted to paint a target on her face.

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Thursday, May 17, 2007

I've been trying to call home...

...for a half an hour and I can't get through. I don't understand it. I could blame my father, he has no easy long distance carrier, he just has one that requires a code and he hasn't given me the code. He's gone out and I have no clue how long he'll stay out. I'd love to scream.

I can't call my number collect because some jack ass had my long distance carrier changed to one that doesn't accept collect calls. I would have never done that because I worry about my kids trying to call. Every time I get an operator on the line to help, they give me the wrong number. I keep getting some guy's answering machine instead of my own. I bet they're getting my credit card number right. I can't even get a refund until I get the bill.

I feel like I'm in the twilight zone here. I used to have these nightmares where I would be trying to call for help to get out of some horrible situation but every time I dialed a number...my finger would slip as I dialed the last number. In that dream, I was always using a rotary phone so it was especially annoying. I have one of those at home...it works except for the bell. I can't here it ring but I can break a nail dialing the phone.

Why no long distance? How could someone do that in this day and age? Maybe Jean doesn't actually have Alzheimer's...maybe she's just really, really annoyed from trying to make a long distance call. I know I am. I could throw stuff around...that's how annoyed I am.

I wish I drank, Jean's got a bottle of scotch that she's working on. I can't even abide the smell of that stuff, I doubt that I would be able to sip it down at all. Ick, ick, ick. Oh! I bet I could email my son...let me try that and then I'll come back to finish this post.

Meg

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Blogger Littlewing said...

How could someone not have a cell phone in this day and age?????

May 17, 2007  
Blogger JQ75 said...

Littlewing, let me take some heat off and you go run for help. ROTFLOL.

She has a cell for emergencies but she keeps it safely tucked away at home so no one calls her.

Mine has a ringer control you can turn off the volume completely.

Quick run littlewing run, she's throwing stuff, she's going to write a nasty post with someone's name.

Uncle, Uncle, just teasing Meg, I take it back. ROTFLOL. Meg you bust me up. I'm bad. Technology can be your friend. You could buy one of those phone cards while you're down there.

Scotch is ick, what about bourbon? For my money, smooth Canadian Whiskey is the way to go.

Take care, Meg, I hope that pretty smile is still on your face.

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I'm here...

...and I just woke up. I was up for over 30 hours straight. I worked Tuesday night and then went to the airport. I took a flight to Charlotte, missed my connecting flight to Tampa (because my stupid watch was still on daylight savings time and I didn't realize that it was an hour fast) so I waited until the next flight and got to Tampa at 7:30. I went to bed when I got here and my Dad woke me up at noon.

Now I'm cooking a steak for steak and eggs. My father ran out to the store and I'm in the back room hoping that I don't burn the steak. I should go check it...BRB.

OK, I'm back. The steak is on low so it shouldn't burn.

My dad and I have been having a political discussion. He asked his sister if she thought that affirmative action should end...ever. She said, that yes, it should end at some point. My father asked her if now would be a good time and she said, "Oh no...not now."

I find it interesting that liberals call conservatives a bunch of rich people who don't want to pay taxes. Well, I think it's sad that people buy that bullshit. Who are the biggest liberals that you know? A bunch of rich movie stars who could afford to give half of their money to the taxman and STILL have millions leftover. I don't understand why people buy that crap...it's amazing how stupid people can be.

Conservatives don't make that many millions of dollars so when they pay taxes...it hurts a bit. They get a tad annoyed when people talk about taking their cash and giving it to others who could work, but choose not to.

I heard that Harry Belefaonte, Bono and a few others have some sort of concert every year for the hungry in Africa. Those people know that the money will be there every year so they wait for it to come before they eat again. It's like the rainy seaon for animals who thrive during the rain. The people don't bother trying to learn any other way to eat because they know that if they can make it until the next concert, they can eat well for a while. It'd be nice if Bono and his ilk would take that money and teach these folks how to grow their own food.

Remember that saying about giving a man food feeding him for a day and teaching him to grow his own will feed him for a lifetime? Well, maybe it's time to teach these people how to grow food.

My father's ex-wife mentioned a great Ethiopian restaurant down the street. Ethipopeans eat bugs and grass...why would I want to eat Ethiopean food? If the manager of the restaurant has food, he should send it back to his cousins who are starving back home...they're sick of bugs. He shouldn't be in America hawking his wares, he should be home feeding his people.

Oh well, what can you do? Personally, I'm not eating Ethiopean food...teh Ethiopean's need it too much and besides, the Chinese have me totally covered. I LOVE that stuff.

OK, I need to go scramble the eggs for my Daddy.

See ya shortly!

Meg

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Blogger Littlewing said...

"Teach a man to fish and he will sit in a boat drinking beer all day."

May 17, 2007  
Anonymous DHert said...

You have a wonderful visit with your father! And I feel the same way about Ethiopean coffee, at close to $12 a pound why are there so many starving people? They should put back to the community!

May 17, 2007  
Anonymous Anonymous said...

Ethiopian food is great.
Have you been to Africa Meg? No?? Then how can you speak about the problems there?
It would be nice if Africans COULD grow their own food - but drought and flooding (depending on the areas in question) do not allow that.
It would be nice if AIDS and rape of children (thought to cure aids, by some) were not prevalant.
It would be nice if birth control were provided, encouraged, and widely used.
But I'm sorry - you obviously know so much more than the rest of us about Africa.

May 17, 2007  
Blogger Meg said...

I know enough not to live in a fricking DESERT and then whine that there's no food. And, I know how to avoid pregnancy. None of this is African..it's relatively easy shit. You must be one of those nit wits who send food to people who can't afford to feed the children but somehow find ways to have MORE of them. Send them a box of rubbers next time.

Meg

May 17, 2007  
Blogger Meg said...

And by the way...I LOVE Ethiopean coffee and I've bought enough to buy a LOT of condoms.

:):):)

May 17, 2007  
Blogger JQ75 said...

Somehow I doubt very much of that Ethiopian coffee expense makes it back to the average Ethiopian.

And Littlewing is hanging around the wrong men. LOL.

Don't you just love the hit and run of anon commenters. I wonder if they've been there, or could find the country on the map, or enlighten us on their culture, customs, or why the food is great. I'm guessing there is a wide disparity between the native citizen food that Meg would have no part of and what is served in the US restaurants that purport to be serving that country's cuisine.

So if annon hasn't been to Ethiopia how does he know of their problems? International media perhaps? I think some enterprising guy named Turner started that in Meg's backyard quite some time ago.

May 17, 2007  
Anonymous Anonymous said...

May I just add here that the reason Ethiopians are not enjoying the fruit of their labour is because the Japanese probably own their coffee industry, just like they own the coffee industry in other areas of the world. Yes, it will the asian who are going to eat all the food that this world produces the ocean is already near empty. Japanese and Chinese trawlers are fishing empty the waters of Africa and South America.
Ethiopians produce a grain called TEF(?) apparently a very nutritious grain. They made the mistake of publicly attributing this grain to the reason why they are able to run long distances and win great races. Now the Europeans are taking their grain away from them, paying them pennies for 'trademark' seeds and selling TEF bread in European bakeries. Monsanto(?) will soon take care of all that!
We need to look at the real issues here as to why Africans are short of food. I agree with the other Anon about droughts, war etc. It is not a matter of being able to eat after a concert or not knowing how to farm their own foods. There are greater issues here.

May 18, 2007  
Anonymous Anonymous said...

Why yes. I was in the peace corp for many years - so I am familiar with areas in Africa. I am familiar with cuisines both there and that sold here.
It would be great if Africans could simply buy a plane ticket and a new condo and get out of the desert. Like those children CHOSE to be born there.
Oh Meg - your ignorance is not charming - and you certainly uphold the naive and spoiled american stereotype.
I wonder where you'd be, had you been born in a third world country?
Maybe the world would be better off.

May 18, 2007  
Blogger Meg said...

Boo hoo...you'll just have to deal with it. I was born to parents bright enough to live in a nice lush green place where corn grows and the deer and the antelope play. They didn't find the boats on a hill somewhere, they chopped down trees and made the boats by themselves. One way or another, you still don't keep having babies when you can't feed yourself...that doesn't take any cash, it doesn't require an airplane ticket, it doesn't even require a condom...it just requires you NOT to fuck the chicks in the neighboring tribe.

You can insult me all you want, I've been insulted by people better than you at it and I'm sure I will be again. Have fun...you may now explain why I'm wrong and the people who keep having babies that have no food and flies all over them are right. Carry on.

:):):)

May 19, 2007  
Anonymous Anonymous said...

If Meg was born in a so-called 'third world' country, she would have studied hard in school. Her mother, a single parent, would probably have sold farmed produce in a market, or worked as a domestic helper to put her very ambitious daughter through school and college so as to prevent her having to take the same work as mother. I suspect Meg has 5 younger siblings and an older brother who works as a car mechanic to help mom financially, now and again. Then Meg would go to nursing school and become a nurse and shortly before her studies were about to end, a barrage of American/Canadian and British representatives would come to that third world country and hold 'work in the USA' immigrate to a first world country meetings, interviews etc. (Your lives will be better and we didn't pay for your education, nor will we renumerate your mom, meetings). Then graduation comes and Meg has earned a bachelor's degree in Nursing and now proudly wearing a RN button on her uniform, she is handed her newly obtained green-card or work contract for America and Meg would become a Nurse in the USA....like she is today. Only, it was all paid for by her single mom working hard to sell produce at the market or working as a domestic helper in order to give her daughter a better life.
Meg is no longer available to work in the building of her country, to educate her people about family planning, nor is she available for work in outreach programmes in far away villages to teach public health and basic hygiene practices to the utterly poor people of her country. Meg is now working in Canada, America or Britain.

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Wednesday, May 16, 2007

OK...

...I'm outta here. Next time I speak to you it'll be from Florida! My flight's at 1:10 and I land in Tampa at 5:56 because I have a layover in Charlotte.
See ya!

Meg

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Good morning!

I just got home from work again and this time I don‘t have to go back tonight…but I can’t go to bed until I get to Florida. Well, I could…but I’d miss my flight. I haven’t packed yet, but as soon as I’m done with this post, I’ll do that. My flight leaves at 1:10 (at least they’re saying that’s when it will leave, who knows when the stupid plane will really take off? For someone who worked all night on 3 ½ hours sleep, I’m not as tired as I should be. I’m sure it’ll hit me eventually…maybe I can finally sleep on a plane.

Speaking of sleep…JQ had a thought regarding my sleeping habits:

"...Meg, have you tried Melatonin, warm milk, soft music, as alternatives to Xanax? Isn't Xanax a bit of an overkill as a sleep aid? And caffeine can be very damaging to your sleep cycle too..."

LOLOLOLOLOLOLOL…sorry Aunt Bea…warm milk just won’t cut it. I take the Xanax for anxiety, not for sleep. I may mention that I take a Xanax, but I rarely take it specifically to fall asleep. One of them doesn’t make me tired anyway…if it did, I wouldn’t be able to take it every day. Two will make me fall asleep so if I’m having a particularly difficult time dozing off…I will take a couple of them. I’d ask the doc for sleeping pills but they say that you shouldn’t take them for more than a few weeks…so, after the couple of weeks, what do I do? This has been going on for years.

As for the caffeine…I don’t worry about that too much. In the past 10 years I’ve had gall bladder surgery, brain surgery, a benign tumor removed from my breast, two major cancer surgeries and one round of radiation. I’m pretty sure that I’m missing something…but that’s a pretty good list by itself. I was given 50/50 chance of surviving one year and a 50/50 chance of surviving 5 years.

Somehow I’ve survived a bunch of stuff that I thought would kill me. I was pretty much at my sickest (sicker than I had EVER been before, I mean sick, sick and more sick.) when Rick left me with all of the bills, no car, no way to get groceries or go to the doctor no income…I KNEW I wasn’t going to survive that. But…here I am…and I’m not gonna begrudge myself some caffeine. Seriously, I do only drink coffee once during most days. I may have a few cups of the stuff, but I don’t sit around drinking it after my morning cup(s) of coffee. Sometimes it’s only one cup, sometimes it’s more.

"...Meg, we've talked, I've nagged, about the dangers of shift work. Don't make me post my pictures and level 1 trauma visit story. Shift work, sleep deprivation, etc. can be very dangerous..."

Dude…I’m a nurse, what choice do I have? I’ve been a nurse for longer than I care to admit. And for the most part…it’s always been shift work. I did some home health but that job had me driving all over hell and Creation. That was nerve wracking in itself. And, even when I’m working in administration or the OR…I get to work daylight and Monday through Friday. I don’t like it. On my days off, I’m not home alone, there are people around me. When I go to the grocery store on the weekends like a normal person, everybody else in the world is there too.

So, do you have any suggestions? How does a nurse get a job without working shifts? LOLOLOL…those kinds of jobs are gotten by luck or by being in the right place at the right time.

"...I'm afraid to ask, do you wear your seat belts?..."

Duh…do you think that I’m a moron or something like that? Of course I do. They saved my life once almost 30 years ago.

I was out dancing and my date began acting a fool (the beer did it) so I started walking down the street to my mom’s but the fool pulled up next to me and said that he was sorry and yadda, yadda, yadda. So, like a fool, I got in the car. By the time we got a couple of miles down the road, he started acting up again and when we were on the acceleration ramp that lead to an interstate spur, I wisely buckled up.

I ended up breaking my back in that accident but didn’t know it for 6 months. The idiot tried to make a lateral move onto the interstate and when he did, he blew both driver’s side tires, making the car roll down the highway. It rolled onto the median and into a bush. They pulled me out through the windshield because the car came to a rest on the passenger side. Every window on that car was busted out. The rolling and bouncing left my back with a compression fracture of the T-11.

Anyway, when I got to the emergency room, they asked me if “anything hurts”. I said that, “Yes, everything hurts.” They said, “That’s to be expected.” and then sent me home. Months later, my back was still hurting so I went to the doctor who asked me, “How’d you break your back?” I didn’t know that I had.

By that time, it was too late to prove that it happened in the wreck so I couldn’t sue. That was a bitch because my back still hurts in the same spot to this day when I do any amount of physical labor…which nurses tend to do. To make matters worse, that was before the country came down so hard on drunk drivers…this guy didn’t get so much as a speeding ticket…nothing. I was stunned.

So, to answer your question, “Yes…I most certainly DO wear seat belts. BUT…I’ve seen people whose lives were saved because they WEREN’T wearing one…go figure.

OK then, I guess that pretty much answers all of the concerns that JQ had. Is there anything else that I can explain to you right now, buddy. Let me know if I’ve passed the test so I know whether or not I need to study you some more.


OK, I’m going to pack now so that I can get up and leave.

UH OH!!! I’m getting tired now.

OMG!!! I just drifted off with my chin resting on my hand and the drool going down my arm is what woke me up. I have GOT to get up and start moving again!

Meg


I can't fix this post...I will when I get to Florida unless I have a moment before I leave...see ya!

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Blogger JQ75 said...

Well, that's good on the seat belts.

Although when my car started rolling and the roof caved in because it landed upside down, it was tough to open the seat belt with my weight on it. I had to push up off the roof to relieve the tension.

I know what you mean, before our seat belt law passed I often didn't wear them and was in San Diego and didn't see a stop sign behind some trees with no reflective paint on it.

Eyewitnesses said I skidded into the intersection to a full stop in front of a truck then started driving forward. The truth was when I saw headlights coming toward the drivers door I climbed out of the driver's seat and on impact the driver's door was folded well into the drivers side while I impacted the glove box.

As for done nagging. Well, for your own good, we have to talk about ways to get your sleep more regulated. We don't want our blogger buddy getting into more difficulties. Can you see my finger wagging? LOL.

May 16, 2007  
Blogger Meg said...

Oh yeah. But, I'm used to walking through life with a wagging finger in front of me.

:):):)

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Tuesday, May 15, 2007

HELLO!

I'm awake and sucking coffee...a LOT of coffee. After I signed off this morning, I couldn't fall asleep to save my life. I was wide awake until after noon so I did something that I didn't want to do while I had to work...I took a couple of xanax to help me fall alseep. So, I'm going on 3 hours sleep and this is my third night in a row. That's why I'm SUCKING coffee...lots of it. I'll be running strictly on the caffeine and the knowledge that I don't have to work tomorrow. BUT...I may be flying to Florida if I can find the right tickets. (Right tickets being cheap tickets.)

Before I go to look for those tickets, I wanted to leave a poem with you. This is a poem that I read when I was in high school and I've always thought of it over the years...not knowing how to find it. But, since the poem was used in Girl Interrupted, it's gotten enough publicity to be easily searchable on the internet. I found a copy of it and I've been looking for decades:

Resume

Razors pain you;
Rivers are damp;
Acids stain you;
And drugs cause cramp.
Guns aren't lawful;
Nooses give;
Gas smells awful;
You might as well live.


---Dorothy Parker

Dorothy Parker was the woman who, when told that President Cleveland had died said, "How could they tell?" She also was responsible for the couplet, "Men don't make passes at girls who wear glasses." Apparently...she was a bit of a hoot.

OK, I have to look for some tickets and then get ready for work. Have a nice night!

Meg

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Blogger JQ75 said...

Meg, have you tried Melatonin, warm milk, soft music, as alternatives to Xanax? Isn't Xanax a bit of an overkill as a sleep aid? And caffeine can be very damaging to your sleep cycle too.

Meg, we've talked, I've nagged, about the dangers of shift work. Don't make me post my pictures and level 1 trauma visit story.

Shift work, sleep deprivation, etc. can be very dangerous.

I'm afraid to ask, do you wear your seat belts?

After my third shift fatigued driving accident I was asked that standard question. I thought it kind of dumb, so my answer was, can you see that I have a debris trail of over 150 feet from my car? If I had not been wearing my seat belt, I would have body parts strewn for 150 feet. Besides the rip through my left shoulder of my winter jacket really was a give away.

So Meg, be careful, be safe.

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Hi there!!!

I just got home from working a little while ago...my 12 hour shift turned into a 14 and a half hour shift and I get to do it again tonight. It's amazing...there's never a shortage of sick people. The numbers of sick people pretty much equal the numbers of beds that the hospital has. Interesting...isn't it?

My name is still hanging on the wall in the hallway...along with other people's name, like those who entered each category of the cooking contest and those who won each category as well. I know it's still up there because I went to visit it. I may go visit it again tonight. They put glittery stuff on the bulletin board around my name and I love glittery stuff.

Anyway...I have to work again tonight and I'm supposed to go to Florida tomorrow when I get off of work. I waited so long to buy the tickets that my only hope of not paying a LOT of money is the possiblity of those very last 45 second bargains. Even Spirit is over $400...and you STILL don't get any peanuts. Oh well...I even checked out trains. Did you know that the only way that I could get to Tampa was to take the train to DC and then pick up another one to Tampa? Isn't that ridiculous? I might as well just go to NYC if I'm going that far north. It's almost a side trip.

OOOOOOHHHH!!! I forgot to put on my streaming thing...BRB!!!

OK...I'm back!

OMG! That damned kitten just farted! What a rank bouquet that tiny thing has summoned! Now he's scratching the sheet of notebook paper that he farted upon. Ick....I think I'll go dumpeth his ass into the litterbox...BRB.

OK...I'm back...AGAIN.

I switched from the 70's channel to the 60's channel. They just played Ruby Tuesday...I love that song...really, really love that song. I'll get to the I Dream of Jeannie later...and I'll probably see what else is out there. I have to see what that Portal thing in the comments is all about. I bet it's something good. I'm on a free trial thing with the XM thing. I'll probably get it...it seems pretty cool to have access to. Can I download these songs? Is that allowed? If not, I can find a way to do it legally, I suppose...if I HAD to.

The only problem with this thing is that I can't cuddle up on the couch and watch the I Dream of Jeannie reruns. I have to watch it sitting up in a very uncomfortable chair. You know...I should get a new chair to surf the web from...they can't all be back breakers like this one. And...if I'm really lucky...I might even find one comfy enough from which to watch those I Dream of Jeannie reruns!!!

But...for right now...my back IS killing me and I DO have to work tonight so I should go lie down...without watching so much as one I Dream of Jeannie rerun. Sniff.

I'll pop back in when I wake up...unless I oversleep like I did yesterday...I woke up at 6:19 and got to work at 7:08. I amazed myself. NO matter what time I have to be at work, I wake up at least 3 hours before I have to be there. I can't believe that I can get there in less than an hour. Of course I couldn't wash my hair...but that's why God made pony tails.

OK...see ya!

Meg

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Sunday, May 13, 2007

Hi there…

…I just got home from work and I thought that I would pop in and say hello. I know that I’ve been rare this weekend but I’ve been extremely tired lately. I guess it’s the tumor. It hadn’t been really effecting me up until now. I felt a tad on the ill side all weekend. On top of that, I think that I actually caught the kitten’s cold.

Oh, did I tell you that the cat’s vet bill, with medicines and a feline leukemia test all came to $120? I had to give the cat the medicine, for that much cash you'd think they'd give the cat a shot, just to save me from being shredded by those razor sharp kitty claws. When I heard that...I was provoked into persnicketiness. Persnicketiness is sort of like PMS, only not as severe. With persnicketiness, you can walk away from a fight and still go on to have a somewhat nice day. With PMS, it’s not going to happen. Anyway, I spent a lot of money on the cat with no name.

You know, I haven’t had any time to play with this computer too much…I bet there's a lot of stuff that I'm totally ignorant of. So, tell me...what do these computers do? I bet if I try, I can find a way to make music play...I’ll find something, even if it’s just the songs on an online record shop. But…if you guys know of a better way, please let me know! I’ll be right back I have to see if I can find ANYTHING to listen to. It’s 2:38 EST AND I’LL BE BACK IN A FEW MINUTES. If there’s anyone out there, I’d appreciate it if you left, in the comments thingie...a way to listen to music online, Thanks…I’ll be back in a few minutes.

OK...it's been a few hours but I'm back. I was trying to get music to play. I must have been blocked out of Limewire...it just kept taking me to one of my security sites. I don't know why and I don't know what I could do to stop it. Anyway, when I finally gave up, I tried to do the ones at Amazon...you used to be able to listen to the entire song, now you only gert a snippet. So, the stream thing came just in time. I'm signed up to a free thing called XM Radio Online. I found a 70's station and I'm lsitening to that...so thanks you guys...I have music!

I wouldn't have dared tried this crap with my old computer. It probably would have exploded. I still have to get some stuff off of that thing....I was in such a big hurry to set this one up that I didn't save the stuff off of the old one. I still have it...it sat on the kitchen floor for a couple days before I came up with a place to put it. I think I'm ging to start throwing things away big time. I have stuff up in the attic that's been accumulating for 10 years. I need to send Rick his stuff and see if there's anything that I HAVE to have. I doubt it, it's been 10 years and I haven't missed it yet. Of course, last year my Christmas tree did come up missing...but I needed a new tree anyway. The sad part was that I lost all of my ornaments. I had been collecting them since the kids were little...and from all over the world. I think my son had to have thrown it all away but he denies it. There really isn't any other explanation. It's like the kitchen curtains only with the Christmas stuff, I don't think he knew what was going on. But...I certainly think there's a story behind the disappearance of my kitchen curtains.

Southern Nights is playing now...I haven't heard that in ions. Hearing the music makes me wonder what else I'm missing. Can I watch TV on this thing? What else does it do? I want to watch movies...can I do that? I got this great high definition screen and I want to use it. Now there's a good old Paul Simon song...My Little Town. I had that album.

Damn...it's getting light out. I think that I should probably go to sleep now. OK...that's what I'm gonna do then. If you guys can think of anything else that I can do with a brand new computer...could you please let me know?

Oh! Thanks for the music!

Meg






Meg

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Blogger Lara Croft said...

Checkout Limewire Meg, you can download music from there :-)

May 14, 2007  
Blogger Meg said...

Thank you girly-girl! I'm off to Limewire and hopefully, I can listen to music as I write my post this morning...I'm still wide awake and it's 5:46. OK then, off I am!

Meggers

May 14, 2007  
Blogger Meg said...

What am I missing? It's all web spy stuff that I don't understand.

:(:(:(

May 14, 2007  
Blogger paval said...

Try online streaming radio's. There are many out there.

May 14, 2007  
Blogger Meg said...

OK...I'm trying that now.

Thanks

May 14, 2007  
Blogger paval said...

Its too late to be awake?? why dont you try and catch some sleep

May 14, 2007  
Blogger Meg said...

OMG!!!!! I just found I Dream of Jeannie reruns...all of them! I'm watching them in order...starting with the first one now! I love my computer! What else does it do?

Meg

May 14, 2007  
Blogger Lara Croft said...

lol you are precious Megs LOL

May 14, 2007  
Blogger Lara Croft said...

http://wwitv.com/portal.htm

May 14, 2007  
Anonymous Anonymous said...

I'm seeking stories about revenge for a book that I'm writing (I have a publisher). I'd love stories on getting revenge on an ex, lover, boyfriend/girlfriend, husband/wife, etc., long & short tales, crazy, funny, sad or sweet. In case your story works for my book, I'd love to contact you with more details. And I'm happy to keep your name anonymous if you prefer.

Please write me if you're interested and have a story to tell. You can email me at: revengetales@gmail.com

Thanks so much! eva
P.S. Please feel free to forward this -- thank you!!

May 14, 2007  
Blogger Littlewing said...

Well, there she goes! She found the old re-runs!
It was nice knowin' ya Meg!

May 14, 2007  
Blogger Meg said...

Lara,

My son said that if I was directed to the security site when I tried to get to LimeWire...I must have had something added to the puter that's stopping me from getting to LimeWire...he said it's a great site. Sooo...I'm gonna find out what I did and see if I can undo it. Thanks! Oh...and thank you too, Paval! You two have changed my entire way of playing computer!

Meg

May 15, 2007  
Anonymous lb said...

Be careful with limewire. It was found to allow others to access ALL files on a computer (they just had a newsreport about it).
So if you want to protect your computer, I wouldn't go with Limewire (unless you have a mac)

May 15, 2007  
Blogger Meg said...

AH! That's why my puter wouldn't let me go there! Puter try to help Meg.

Meg

May 15, 2007  

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Saturday, May 12, 2007


And the blue ribbon goes to...

My mother's famous lasagna recipe. I tweaked it a bit for the hospital set, taking out the meat and adding a bunch of vegetables...but it was great. My brothers and sisters should have been there, they all loved mom's lasagna. I have the taste down to a tee. It's a great dish and everyone I make it for (and now everyone who my daughter makes it for) absolutely loves it.

Once, a long time ago, my brother told me that he asked my dad which one of his wives was the better cook. He was on wife number 2 at the time. Dad said to Wayne, "Your mother was the best cook that I ever knew." We all knew what a great cook my mother was...and what a rotten cook wife number 2 was. She'd smother steak in spices so that you couldn't taste the meat at all. My mother never would have desecrated a nice steak like that. At any rate...Mom, this blue's for you!


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YEEEEEEE HAAAAAAA!!!!


I won a blue ribbon! I've been collecting ribbons that my kids have won for so long that I had forgotten to even try to win one of my own!

This past week was National Nurses Week and National Health Care Week. The hospitals that I work at each had a few events to mark the occasions. One of them was a "Taste" like event...one of those things where you buy tickets and exchange them for small portions of food that people make and bring in. In Chicago, you could buy the tickets and taste a bit of food from different restaurants in Chicago. The hospital "Taste" was Tuesday.

I made the lasagna Monday but my oven is still out (I'm buying a new one before the month is out...I promise!) so I figured that I could ask my neighbor if I could use his oven for about 45 minutes. He was very sweet about it, but his oven doesn't work either. He's a bachelor so he doesn't even care that his oven is out. To him, it's just another kitchen cabinet. He stores things in it.

When I knocked on his carport door (in the middle of the day), no one answered right away. I knocked again and decided to go home and as I was turning to ast, I heard him from around front so I walked toward his front porch. As I did, I noticed that he was slightly freaking out. He said, "I didn't know what that sound was...I thought someone was sneaking around my house." Then...I noticed that the man had a gun in his hand. I'm absolutely serious about that. I started to run home and he said, "Don't worry...I'm putting it back in the house." Then, he did just that. I should have skipped to the lou back home toot sweet but I didn't. I spoke to him briefly...just long enough to learn about his cabinet/oven thingie.

Anyway, that event was on Tuesday. I worked Monday night and I had to work Tuesday night as well so I didn't know what to do about all that lasagna. I ended up calling the chick at work who was handling the whole thing and asking her what to do. She said to bring the lasagna in and she would figure something out. I was so pleased to hear that...I had already spent $50 and a few hours on lasagna so I just wanted to let someone else take over so that I could go home and go to bed. So, I dropped 15 pounds of lasagna off at the hospital (Still in uniform. I went home, called the chick about the oven, grabbed the pasta and ran back to work). I missed the actual event as I slept and then I never heard another thing about it.

Last night I took the elevator downstairs and when I stepped off of it, I ran into the lady that had taken care of the entire "Taste" thing. She did a great job. Anyway, when I saw her, I asked her if everything was OK with the lasagna after I left. She said..."You won!"

I was stunned. There were a few other girls from this chick's unit getting on the elavator as well and they had all helped her with the event...I knew because they each told me what part they played in the preparation of my lasagna.

Anyway...I won a gift certificate to HONEYBAKED HAMS, a copy of the cookbook that they'll make from all the recipes that were entered into the "Taste". It's going to sell for $15...all for charity, by the way. But...of all the stuff that I won, my absolute favorite thing is my blue ribbon. It's a great blue ribbon...I really, really like it.

I'm gonna see if I can take a picture of it for you. OH! That reminds me...I have to go get a web cam this weekend...tell me guys...I'm just a silly little female and I can't figure out such manly tasks. (Naturally, I would take an answer from a chick as well.)

OK...I'm gonna hook up the camera and takes some pictures.

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Blogger Eliza Doolittle said...

Meg -

I LOVE HoneyBaked Hams. Not only does their ham make the BEST ham and cheese sandwiches, but it's also great in ham pie!!

May 12, 2007  
Blogger SolarisGal said...

Yay - Just proves how great you're all around - happy mothers day, babe!

May 13, 2007  

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Friday, May 11, 2007

Hi there!!!

I have to work tonight but I didn't have to work last night so I stayed up all night cleaning everything that I could find with a speck of dust on it. I finally went to bed at 6 AM and slept until 2:30. Now I have to get dressed and go shopping as quickly as I can.

If I have the time today, I'll go get the new webcam, if not I'll get it this weekend. So, sooner or later (hopefully sooner) I'll be creating videos for you to watch. I'd love to get one of the kitten eating out of the dog's bowl. When the dog is eating, the kitten walks in between his legs and eats along with him. The kitten stands in between the dog's front legs and eats out of his bowl. The dog doesn't mind, he seems to love that kittie already.

I had to take the kitten to the vet to get some anti-biotics for that nasty cold that he has. My arms are scratched up from giving him the medicine and I have to give him more now. This should be fun. I asked the vet when I should get him fixed and declawed...he said to wait until the kitten is 4 months old. I asked about getting Payton fixed but the vet said that if he isn't displaying annoying behavior, I didn't have to have him fixed. I keep the dog on a short leash, he never runs after girl dogs or other boy dogs so I think I'll just leave his balls where they are unless he starts humping my leg...then those balls are history.

The kitten will not make it through life with his testicles...I hate it when they spray all over the house.

Alrighty then, I'm running out for a while...be back soon!

Meg

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Thursday, May 10, 2007

To my fuck of an ex...

"Fuck everything you ever said.
Fuck everything you put in my head.
Fuck the trip that you've been on.
Fuck every place your dumbass has gone.
Fuck all the different ways you lie.
Fuck all your dumb excuses why.
Fuck everyone who cares for you.
Fuck every fucked up bitch you do.
Fuck your car, fuck your truck.
Fuck you,you fucking fuck.
I put my love up on a shelf.
So you can just go fuck yourself.
Take fucking one from fucking two.
That leaves me NOT fucking you.
I'm so glad you're fucking gone.
Like that scab I had too long.
Fuck your bullshit, fuck your news.
Fuck your dumbass, you blew this fuse.
Do I sound bitter? Oh, you bet!
You fucking punk, I'm not done yet.
Fuck your dog, fuck your cat.
Fuck that stupid place you're at.
Fuck your beginnings, fuck your ends.
Fuck your family and your fucked-up friends.
Youre' fucking fucked, you failed God's test.
10 times worse than all the rest.
Fuck my letters, fuck the phone.
My last gift to you is this fucking poem.
And just one thing before I'm through.
From the bottom of my heart ---FUCK YOU TOO!!!"

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Blogger JQ75 said...

Ya, I know the feeling.

May 10, 2007  
Anonymous Anonymous said...

where did you have your definition? some sort of dictionary for made up words.

May 10, 2007  
Blogger Meg said...

hi...

...I think you mean the urban dictionary at:

http://www.urbandictionary.com

You can go under authors and then my name, Meg Kelso...and get the words that I've created.

Have fun, I like that site.

Meg

PS You've reminded me...it's time for me to write another word.

May 10, 2007  
Blogger Littlewing said...

Oh come on Meg tell us how you REALLY feel!

May 11, 2007  
Anonymous Wendy said...

This was the best! I don't comment often but I had to really commend you on how empowering this made me feel reading it.

May 11, 2007  
Blogger Rogers said...

I don't allow people to harass you on my sites, Meg. Drop me an e-mail any time you think that's happening, and I will deal with it.

Please give me the same courtesy, and delete the recent comments involving a fake blog set up in my wife's name.

Thanks.

May 11, 2007  
Blogger Meg said...

Fine, but ALL of the fake blogs need to go, Rogers...I don't mind if the blog tells the truth, I've never been afraid of the truth. But the blogs that are full of lies have to go. OK? I deleted the one that I made...but I can bring it back in a heartbeat and make it nastier than ever. I don't want anymore fake blogs about me linked to your websites.

Meg

May 11, 2007  
Blogger SolarisGal said...

exactly what we need - more blog gossip! Saaay... isn't he the guy who operates cruel.com? Wow, ladies and gentlemen! We have a damned SUPERSTAR amongst us!

May 11, 2007  
Blogger Meg said...

Solaris,

Yep...that's him. We've had a love-hate thing going on for a while now. I think we have the latest fiasco fixed though.

Meg

May 11, 2007  
Blogger Rogers said...

But the blogs that are full of lies have to go. OK?

Send me the URLs, here or in e-mail, and I'll make sure they're not linked on Cruel.Com.

Right now, nothing's on Cruel.Com but new material from the past week. So anything from the old message board is offline.

May 12, 2007  

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OK, I'm back.

I saw that picture and it made me laugh so I thought that I would show it to you. It reminded me of when I would put the kids to bed and stand by the closet door and say, "Did you hear that?...oh, I'm sure it's nothing." Then I would walk out the door. You should have seen the looks on their faces.

That "thing" in the picture is exactly what I used to think a monster would look like. It's like my worst nightmare come true.

It's almost 6 AM and I'm up drinking some coffee in preparation for a day of housecleaning and money spending. This week has been a good one, financially speaking. First, I got the almony in the mail, yesterday I got my tax refund and today I got paid. So, I think it's time to buy some summer clothes. I hate buying clothes. I wouldn't mind winter clothes, those are almost fun to buy. But trying to stay cool and clothed isn't easy down here. You have to be half naked and I don't wanna be half naked.

Oh well, myabe I'll buy some sun dresses, those are comfortable. Ooh, did I just say sundresses? I'd be dressing like Samantha, wouldn't I? Whatever...I'll find something. I have to...I'm going to Florida soon. My father called to tell me that his ex-wife (who he is caring for) has had to start dialysis. She's had a donor kidney for 15 years which is very, very good for a donor kidney. The doctors have decided to stop her cyclosporin, which is the anti-rejection medicine. The doctors said that rejection won't be a problem, her kidney won't be lasting long enough to go by rejection.

Of course, she also has Alzheimer's and that's what my father's really been dealing with. The 3 times a week trips to dialysis just started...she's been at my father's for over a year just getting more and more confused. She refuses to stop smoking wherever she pleases and everyone knows you don't smoke in my father's house...you just don't. But she won't stop...no matter what you do. You'd have to toss buckets of water at her to stop her from lighting up...it's really quite remarkable to watch. He tells her not to, she does, she drops the cigarette on the new carpet, burns big long cigarette burns in the new carpet and then she does it again. Once when I was there she fell asleep with a lit cigarette on her chest...it was burning a hole in her shirt when I caught it. When I go to my father's, I put the fire extinguisher on the coffee table...just for effect. It drives her nuts.

Anyway, my dad's going insane and he needs a break...so I'm going down to give it to him. I agreed to be put on a schedule at one hospital so I know when I'll be working. I'll work other shifts on other units but at least I kow that I'll work every Monday and Tuesday and every other Friday for the time being. The manager of that unit liked me when I worked there one night so she asked my supervisor if I could work for her and I agreed so I was able to plan a trip to Florida. I'll fly down after I get off Wednesday morning and then I'll fly back Monday morning, take a nap and go in Monday night. That reminds me...I have to find the flights.

When I get back, I guess I'll have to be at the ready to fly back down there at any given time but I also want to start planning my trip to Europe soon. I'd like to go late this summer or early this fall. I haven't decided exactly what I'm going to do but I am going to go. I may do what I did last time, fly to England, drive to Paris and around Great Britain. Or, I could fly to Paris and drive around there. I'd really love to drive around the Alps and that would be my first choice of trips. I'll probably just fly to Paris, rent a car and go from there. But then again, I really want to go to Ireland and then go back to Scotland...that was amazingly beautiful.

Damn.

I'll figure it out. It's a nice problem to have...don't you think?

OK then...I forgot about...... this MySpace thing:

http://www.myspace.com/megkelso

I forgot my password so I can't get in that sucker. I can't do anything but look at that page. That's OK, it's all I can do to keep this thing going everyday.

Today is the first day that I didn't work last night, I don't have to work tonight or the kids aren't here in a long time. That's why I have so much to do. I suppose that I should get busy and start cleaning up. Then, when normal humans are awake, I can go to the store. I'll be back before I leave...have a good morning!

Meg


OH! I just remembered the password to the MySpace account! I was able to check my messages, that took an hour and a half...I hadn't checked them in well over a year!

Meg

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Blogger SolarisGal said...

Yes, Meg, it's a nice problem to have... (for a change)

I plan on going to Europe late this year, if not early next. But since you are leaving before I am, send me a postcard!

May 10, 2007  
Blogger Meg said...

I always send lots of postcards when I go to Europe. I have fun just BUYING the stupid things. I would love to take my daughter with me, that would make it a trip of a lifetime as opposed to just another trip of mine. It's time to get serious about that trip...I need to start looking for tickets. You know, it's easier to find a good price on flights to Europe than it is to find good prices to Tampa. So far the best I've found is 200 bucks. I bet there's a better fare out there. I'll keep looking for a couple of days...do you guys have any suggestions?

Meg

May 10, 2007  
Blogger Meg said...

MyLifeAtFullSpeed left this comment and I accidentally deleted it:

Hey there!

Let me know if you need anything while you are down here. Especially anything that resembles a break from the insanity and/or a trip to Panera Bread for a sandwich and coffee. ;)

Honestly though, if you need something, I'm literally less than an hour away. And to me, that's the same as going to gymnastics or homeschool co-op (those 2, 3 times a week). It's not a very far distance to me.

If you need my phone number again, let me know. Actually, I'll just email it to you again now.

And if you are busy, as it sounds like you will be...I'm always open to getting together next time.

:)


Yea, it'd be great to spend a bit of time with you again! I'll call you after I get there and take a nap so that we can plan something...I'm soooo looking forward to it!


Meg

May 10, 2007  
Anonymous Buddy said...

But Meg, That is why we Love the South, the fewer the Clothes the better LOL. Its called cotton, lots of cotton

May 10, 2007  
Blogger Meg said...

I'm sure cotton is nice...but I still don't want to be half naked. Today I wore a cotton skirt and blouse...but the skirt was tea length...I was semi-covered up!

Meg

May 10, 2007  
Blogger JQ75 said...

The fire extinguisher thing sounds a little cruel, but it is a serous situation. I remember when I was very young and my Uncle fell asleep with a cigarette. Except it was caught a little later. My Uncle and the house was OK, but the mattress was very badly burned. I remember seeing it outside and the stench inside.

Hey I saw that myspace page, nice photo.

May 10, 2007  
Blogger JQ75 said...

Oh, I was wondering Meg, what plans do you have for your myspace account?

Noticed that you had a few cross posts and a nice photo.

May 10, 2007  
Blogger Meg said...

What do you mean? I have no plans for it. It's just there. My daughter asked me to start that thing a while ago. What kind of plans COULD I have?

Meg

May 10, 2007  

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Wednesday, May 09, 2007

Hi Hi!!!

I didn't get out of work until 10 o'clock this morning but the night went by so quickly that I didn't mind one bit. The nurse that I was working with was very nice and helpful...and exactly my age. Well, not quite, she was actually born in March and I was born in June so she is actually OLDER than I am! That's a rarity nowadays. She and I chatted when we could and I really enjoyed her company. If it would be appropriate, I would ask her this question..."Will you be my friend please?"

All of my friends live in other states, as do my daughter, my father, my sisters and my brothers. I need to find a female friend to play with.

When I was a sophomore in high school, I read an article in Seventeen Magazine that said if you wanted a friend, you just go out and get one. Shortly after that, I noticed a new girl in school and I ended up sitting on a bench in the main hall with her for some reason. We were speaking and I thought of the magazine article so I just said, "Would you like to spend the night Friday?" She did and we were great friends all through high school.

I stood up at her wedding and I drank so much champagne that I ended up getting pregnant that night. I was using the fool-proof rythm method of birth control. I'm sure you've heard of it, it's used by Mormons everywhere. When we got home that night, my husband got a bit frisky and wanted to take the party into the bedroom. I reminded him that we couldn't make love until Sunday. He said, "Well, it's 11:30, it's close enough." The champagne said, "Well sure, you handsome Italian man...let's get to it now!" So we did. Nine months later I had a baby. The sad thing was that my girlfriend, Dawn, was seperated before that baby was born. Her wonderful husband got another woman pregnant. I believe it was twins.

Anyway, if it was good enough advice back then, it's probably good enough now. I think that I should actively seek out a new girlfriend. I think I'll place an ad on Craigslist or something like that. It just might work...you never know.

Or, I could join a bowling league. Then there'll be one night a week that I know I'll get out. And...if there's anybody out there who wants to go out and have some fun, let me know. I'll go out and have some fun. I won't be fucking anyone...but I'd love to go out and have some fun. I could even put THAT on Craigslist. Apparently I would have to specify the no sex thing, otherwise there's always some nimord who calls to ask, "So, have you found the woman yet? Can I watch?"

A friend of mine and I stupidly put a picture of both of us on a phone chat line thing. Now that I think about it, I bet she did that on purpose, she had to have known that men would have thought we came as a set. I don't know why I did that, I was honestly just being playful...she was a freak.

I had to leave that chick alone because she did some bizarre stuff. Then, she spoke about it as though it was perfectly normal. She did stuff like invite guys over in the middle of the night and have them come in the back door of her town house which opened into a florida room where she had a jacuzzi. She would be in the jacuzzi naked and the lights would all be off. Neither of them could see the other. They would get it on without saying a word and then the guy would leave...off into the darkness from whence he came. I lead such a sheltered life.

All righty then, I'm going to scrounge around this place to look for food. Maybe I'll find an egg or an english muffin. Damn...I do lead a boring life.

Sniff.

Mggers

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Anonymous Cheryl said...

Meg, I'll be your friend! :)

Yeah but I totally know how you feel. I have ONE girlfriend. Good female friends are definitely hard to find.

May 09, 2007  
Blogger Meg said...

Really? Can We hang out this weekend? Where do you live?

Waiting patiently for you to be my friend!

Meg

May 10, 2007  
Anonymous Cheryl said...

LOL I live in Toronto, CANADA :)

May 10, 2007  
Blogger Meg said...

Alrighty then...pen pals perhaps? Girl, you can come down here and play with me...if you'd like to warm up a bit...come on down to Hot-lanta and we'll have a nice time for a little while!

Meg

May 10, 2007  

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Tuesday, May 08, 2007

You know, an idiot husband of mine who shall remain nameless...

...once said with pride, "My son is just like I am. When he's ready to leave, he goes." His son is married with a little girl and this yahoo was proud that his son had inherited his lack of a sense of honor and strength of character.

I wonder if he ever gave that concept any thought or if he just crawls along through life taking the path of least resistance and doing what feels good at the moment. He can work his biceps all day long, that won't make him strong. Strong people have the capacity to consider reality and the impact their behavior has on the people around them. They want to get ahead in life and they know that in most decent places, people consider things like morals and ethics when making important decisions. Not everybody can get away with such Presidential type behavior...you pretty much have to be a Clinton or a Massachusetts Senator to do so.

So, his son should leave his wife of just a few years and baby girl who loves him because he has "had enough". I guess to judge his son otherwise would put him in a position to consider his own less than honorable choices. We all rationalize to some extent, but I couldn't imagine what it would take to convince myself and my son that he should give up his family. The woman is strange and over 20 years older than the 23 year old son but she is his wife and he did make a vow to her. And he has a little girl who thinks Daddy will always come home at night. I think the biggest mistake that I ever made in my life was giving up on my children's father so easily. I wonder if nameless dude ever considered that his tawdry conduct will be costly to his own children, if only by his tacit support of their own failures.

When the boys' mother was being such a lunatic, I told nameless dude that there had to be someone in the kid's life who was stable and that they could depend upon. Nameless was the only other possible choice. When my mother died, I lost the foundation of my family. I find myself in the position of trying to live up to that title myself. I actually consider what effect my actions have on other people. Good things never happen when you live your life without contemplation. I think someone said something similar to that once, didn't they? So, I know I'm not the only one who has thought of such stuff.

I like to think that my children are people of their word and have learned to face life head on, dealing with it rather than running away from it. Sometimes, they might not be happy everyday. They might have to put some effort into getting past the hurdles. I've worked with many couples married for decades and dacades. Those lucky couples put some effort into that. Nobody is happy everyday for 75 years. But after 75 years, you can't help but be happy. That is a guarantee. But when you live life jumping from one soft place to another and burning your bridges, how could you possibly be truly happy? You can't. And, you can't learn to keep your word when you are closing in on 50 years old. Well, perhaps you could if you learned that you had two months to live, but barring that, you are pretty much a dishonest person through and through. There isn't much call for dishonest people who have burned almost every single bridge in their entire life.

We talk a lot about heroes in America nowadays. It's one thing to be a hero in any given situation for a moment in time. It's quite another to be a quiet hero day in and day out. That takes the strength of character that people don'ty really think about anymore. It takes the insight and passion that my friend Anne puts into her poetry. It takes the sense of righteous indignation that Solaris and JQ feel. It takes the kindness and compassion shown by so many anonymous people who write to me with thoughtful and encouraging words. These things are all foreign to that nameless husband of mine.

So, to further answer the stupid question that someone once asked me, "What's different this time and why wouldn't I be taking nameless dude back?"...that's why. He threw a table at me 3 days after I had a tumor removed from my throat. He left me when I was so sick that we didn't know if I would live or die. After 23 years, that was the exact moment that he had to leave. Now I ask you, if I couldn't depend on him to be kind during the most frightening moments of my entire life, why on Earth would I think I could depend on him to leave for work and not come home without screwing some nasty redneck wench? He is nothing...I mean that literally. In a universe big enough to have nebulas that spurt gas clouds over 9 light years tall, the only thing that makes us anything is our bond to each other and our sense of honor. Without those things, no one would ever know we had been here. Therefore, if you do not have those things, you are nothing...and you are nameless.

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Blogger Littlewing said...

Right on Sista! Well said!

May 08, 2007  
Blogger SolarisGal said...

The fact that you even care to mention this situation, which involves nameless' family shows that you are a highly compassionate woman. And on top of this, you are sympathizing with this woman, regardless of her so called insanity.

If only my soon to be ex inlaws had 1/10th of the compassion and insight you do...

ANd finally, I don't understand for the life of me why it is that when men screw or want to screw other woman, they become vile and spiteful. My husband, (who by the way, should thank his lucky stars that I'm not giving you his and his family's pictures along with the entire family autobiography to put up on the blog), was the most loving man on earth up until the day he met that tramp.

No, he didn't throw a table at me, but after I found the skank's text messages, he'd do things like kick the couch to wake me up. Let me log off the blog, because I'm getting very angry and I have to eat. Talk to you later.

May 08, 2007  
Blogger Meg said...

Yeah, mine became quite mean and nasty as well. What a huge change from the sweet man who begged me to come back from Chicago and marry his sorry ass.

Meg

May 08, 2007  
Blogger Lara Croft said...

Any person who leaves their family on a whim is PATHETIC, and does not deserve love

May 08, 2007  

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