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Saturday, June 30, 2007

HELP!!!

I can't decide between thse two beds. I'm going to order my new bed today but I can't pick one so I need for you guys to help. Which one do you like best?

This one:


Or this one:




OK guys...let me know which one to get. I like the top of one and the wood of the other and these suckers take weeks to get here so I have to order it ASAP.

Thanks!

Meg

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Blogger Jaded said...

I like them both, actually. I think it should depend on the size of your room. The one with the more elaborate canopy seems like a much bigger piece of furniture, so if your room is huge, go with that. Otherwise, the more simple one would be beautiful. I don't think you can make a bad choice between these two!

June 30, 2007  
Blogger Meg said...

I didn't think of the size. I asked my son which one he liked and he said, "The cheaper one." This will probably be the last bed that I ever buy so I'm not dreafully concerned with the price and it's not a whole lot more, just about $300 but the one that costs more is $300 to ship so they'll get it one way or another. The other one ships for $100. Thanks for taking the time to help me out!

June 30, 2007  
Blogger Grammie said...

I like the second one a teeny bit better....it seems to be less furniture and a little more 'artsy'?

That being said, the top one is very cool, too.

Big help, huh. : )

Good luck!

June 30, 2007  
Blogger Meg said...

Well, my work called me to come in to work tonight so I have another day to figure this one out. So, if anyone out there feels like telling me which one you like...go right ahead! I doubt that it woulod matter if I ordered it Saturday or Sunday.

Thasnks again!

June 30, 2007  
Blogger Meg said...

I agree. The bottom one is better and since the room is small, I got the bottom one. Now I'm just waiting for the stupid bed to come to be!

Meg

July 08, 2007  

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My birthday is over...

...and all that's left is the birthday hangover. My son and I went out and had a great time...doing a few different things. One thing we did was go bowling and I bowled my highest game ever...248. The first 6 frames were strikes and in the 7th frame I threw a gutterball. I was so glad to get that over with. I knew that I wouldn't bowl a 300 so I was actually hoping to throw the ball that would break the run of strikes. Of course I didn't want to roll a gutter ball, but it did get the strikes over with. The worst part was that by the 5th frame I started to draw a crowd so EVERYONE saw me throw the gutterball. Oh, one nice thing about bowling late at night is that there aren't any kids around. Parents don't seem to teach their kids bowling etiquette anymore. Jeez, half of the parents don't seem to know how to behave in a bowling alley. I still had to deal with rude adults but at least they don't run into my lane with sticky shoes.

I bowled another game like that where the first 4 balls were strikes and I got a pin for that...the pin says something about 200 so I guess it was just for breaking 200. It was during league play...I wish I could bowl like I did last night when I'm playing on a league but I never seem to except for that game that earned me the pin.

My dog is laying down next to me. I went to take a picture of him lieing there and naturally he jumped up as I took the picture so I told him to sit and I took this one instead:



That's Payton and his little buddy, Stewi. Those two are inseparable. I just watched Turner and Hooch and I LOVED Hooch. My next dog is going to be a mastiff only not the same color as Hooch. I want one of the Neapolitans. Those dogs are a beautiful gray color..so gray that they almost look blue. I love big dogs but I doubt that I could afford to feed two of them at the same time. Ick, it just occurred to me that I'd have to deal with a lot of dog slobber and that's pretty gross. Dog slobber and dog tails are annoying. My dog doesn't have a tail because the people who gave him to me thought that they could hack it off themselves but they did a crappy job of it. I'm glad they stopped at the tail, I can't imagine what the ears would have looked like if they tried to chop those suckers off too.

My son told me that when he was online playing poker at about 4 or 5 o'clock this morning, some dude knocked on my door and asked for me. He said his name was Mike but I have no idea who in the heck it was. Any guy who knocks on my door at that time of the day isn't going to like me very much if I do open it. I'm annoyed that I don't know who it was because whoever it was may call me next and decide not to mention that he stopped by so I might be nice to him and I don't want to be. I know that his name is Mike, but I've known so damn many Mike's that I couldn't possibly know which one that was. Oh well...maybe he will tell me that he came by and I can be really mean to him.

A friend of mine who lives in New Jersey told me that his car failed the safety test because his power window is broken. I can't believe that...what in the hell difference could that possibly make? I'm beginning to understand why New Jersy is the butt of so many jokes. My son also told me that Jersey just passed a law stating that you could get a DUI for driving with a hangover, even if you have no alcohol or drugs in your system. I don't know how they would know that you had a hangover unless you told them but one way or another I think it's stupid.

When I was watching Turner and Hooch I was thinking of a bunch of things that I wanted to tell you but now I've forgotten what they were. Hopefully it will come back to me and then I'll come back and let you know what it was. But, for now I have to go and make myself something for breakfast. I'm hoping that will help this hangover. I heard once that there are 5 things you should do to nurse one of those:

1. sugar of some sort

2. water

3. aspirin

4. vitamin C

5. I forgot number 5.

OK then, I have to go work on number one. See ya soon!

Meg






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Friday, June 29, 2007

Happy Birthday to me!!!

I've made out pretty well so far and it's not even 10 AM! My daughter sent me that adorable 'I Love Lucy' purse, my son bought me a beautiful new aquarium, my father sent me the book about baseball that Brian Kilmeade wrote (It's How You Play the Game) and he even had Brian sign the book personally with a Happy Birthday message in it. Of course I bought myself that great new bed to put in my newly pink room!

Today I'm going to go to Home Depot to get new switch plates, outlet covers and vent covers because the old ones have gotten pretty funkified.

That's more than I've gotten for my birthday since I was a kid and my mother had parties for me. I had a lunch date today but I made it before I knew that I was working last night so I might just have to see if the guy wouldn't mind switching the date to Friday. It's a first date so I doubt that he would mind. If he does mind...he's too freaky for me. But...I doubt that he will. He's a business man with a really good job so I assume he's too mature for goofiness.

The nurse for whom I worked asked me if I could work "Thursday night" for her and I said yes. Since I work 7 AM to 7 PM, I assumed that I'd be working those same hours last night. So, of course I went into work at 7. When I got there, I found out that I wasn't supposed to be there until 11 so I went home and took a quick nap. Then, I went in and worked 11-7. An 8 hour shift is a walk in the park after working 12 hours so often. So, I had a good night.

Damn, I just caught myself sleeping sitting up in my chair. I suppose I'll need to take a nap before I go to Home Depot. I took a couple pictures of my new aquarium so if I can post them in my sleepy fog...I will!

OK...I did it! Here's my new aquarium!








More presents! There was a knock on my door and when I answered it...there was a man delivering a vase full of flowers from a guy who seems to like me quite a bit! I brought them into my room because they match the walls beautifully!

Yeah, I'm doing well this year!!!

Cool.

Now I'm going to lie down...again!

The USP man came and brought me the cutest umbrella that I've ever seen from Solaris! It has a map of New York City with the subway system on it. The tag looks like a Metro pass like the one I bought when I was there a few weeks ago. Solaris, how sweet of you to remember me! Now, I can't wait to go to New York and read my umbrella to navigate my way through town....I just hope it's raining at least a little bit so I don't look too silly reading an umbrella in the sunshine!

OK then. I'm headed out now to have a bit more birthday fun.

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Blogger Limerick Gal said...

Happy Birthday Meg!!! Have a great great day!

June 29, 2007  
Blogger Grammie said...

Sending Happy Birthday wishes your way, Meg!

: )

June 29, 2007  
Blogger Jaded said...

Happy Birthday!

I hope this year is full of adventure, love, prosperity, laughter and happiness.

June 29, 2007  
Blogger Donna said...

Happy Birthday to you,
Happy Birthday to you,
Happy Birthday dearest Meg,
Happy Birthday to you!

Hope your day continues to be as wonderful as you morning!

June 29, 2007  
Blogger Robbin with 2 B's! said...

Happy Birthday Meg! Sounds like you're much loved and appreciated and that's alway a good thing.

June 29, 2007  
Blogger Lara Croft said...

Wishing you a very Happy Birthday Megs, and may each year brings you many happy buzzes :-)

June 29, 2007  
Blogger Meg said...

Thank you all for the birthday wishes...I have a feeling this year is going to be a great one. It HAS to be because this is the last year that I can HONESTLY say that I am forty something!

I'm going to head out to play for a while and when I get back (if I get back before 3 AM) I'll pop in and tell you how my evening went. If I have so much fun that I don't make it back tonight...I'll be back in the morning!

Meg

I think I'll buy me a lottery ticket too...if you all wish me luck maybe I'll win and if I do, I'll throw a HUGE party for all of us!

June 29, 2007  
Blogger mylifeatfullspeed said...

Happy Birthday Meg!!

I know you already had a great day, so I will wish you a wonderful year (and more).

Too bad you won't be down here this week. My mom's birthday is Sunday and my daughter's birthday is the 4th of July. We will be partying for days!! We could have gone and got another cake for your birthday and just had a bigger party! LOL

And since I've not gotten you anything...I'm sending a ton of good luck wishes for your lottery ticket to win you millions of dollars...

Party on!!!

LOL

:)

June 29, 2007  
Blogger Eliza Doolittle said...

As everyone who knows me can attest, I am VERY VERY bad at birthdays, so belatedly, happy birthday!

June 30, 2007  
Blogger Meg said...

You know what they say...better late than never! Thank you girl...you guys are so sweet!

June 30, 2007  
Blogger karmawendy said...

Ha, Ha- I'm the latest! I've been awway and missed your grand day! Happy belated one- and another one to you!

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Thursday, June 28, 2007

“Christine Aparece wished she had made up with her sister. They were not speaking when Chrisalee disappeared. "(I want to) tell her that I love her and that I'm always here for her, and I regret everything right now," Christine Aparece said.”

The reason that Christine won’t be making up with her sister is that the 23 year old woman is dead. She was raped and murdered by a piece of refuse with a human name, Dexter Johnson. There ought to be a special idiom for society’s rubbish like Johnson and the slugs who were with it when it killed Chrisalee and her 17 year old friend, Huy Ngo.

One of five people charged with multiple counts of capital murder in a violent crime spree that left four people dead said he is innocent, KPRC Local 2 reported Tuesday. Timothy Randle, 18, is being held without bond in the Harris County Jail, along with Dexter Johnson, 18; Keithron Fields, 17; Alvie Butler, 22; and Ashley Ervin, 17. Randle is charged with three counts of capital murder for the deaths of Sally Aparece, 23; Huy Ngo, 17; and Jose Lopez.

It would be a slur against our fellow inhabitants of planet Earth to refer to such murdering slugs as animals. Even trash is too good of a moniker for those who would carjack people of value, rob them, terrorize them and rape one of them while forcing the other to witness the torture before murdering them and dumping them in a field of dense weeds as though THEY were the disposable litter. Johnson and it’s accomplices are less than disposable…they MUST be cast off of the planet that humans occupy.

Johnson, the first of the trash to be tried, was recently sentenced to die for his participation in the string of violent crimes. The rest of them will be tried soon and there isn’t much chance that any of them will ever see the light of day again.

Over the course of my lifetime I’ve wavered on the topic of capital punishment but I have to say that if ever there were crimes that cried for the ultimate justice, these are those offenses and Johnson has more than earned his participation in an appropriate use of the death penalty.

There are just some crimes that are so monstrous that they cry for a swift and severe consequence and nothing less than death will do. There are times when it simply doesn’t matter whether or not rehabilitation is a possibility and this is one of those times. If sometime in the year 2014 some moronic Hollywood celebrity puts on a concert to save the murdering rapist who was convicted of killing the two young people. it would be an affront to decent people everywhere.

We’ll never know what the loss of these young people will cost our society because they were never given the opportunity to show their full worth. And these were most assuredly people who would have given back to us. A nursing student and an honor student and two other law abiding citizens have been robbed from us all before any of them had the opportunity to show the world what they had to offer. Instead, we are left with waste such as Johnson and those who helped slaughter the children of the Lopez, Ngo and Aparece families. Had they lived, perhaps one of them would have gone on to save the likes of Johnson and it’s mother who doesn’t believe that Johnson is guilty because she doesn’t “feel the vibe of a murderer” when she’s with her “son”. I bet the kids he assassinated felt that vibe and that’s all that really matters. It was their right to live that the jury was endorsing when they convicted the slime to die.

You know, I’m beginning to think that perhaps public execution wasn’t and isn’t such a bad thing. I for one would enjoy watching the state carry out it’s obligation to those kids when they “take out the trash”. I’d let my kids see something like that so that they would know that we put such a high price on life in this country that we are proud to eradicate those who would take it.

And…talk about a deterrent! I saw the movie ‘I Want to Live” with Susan Heyward when I was a kid and that scared the hell out of me. I had this hideous fear that I would be accused of a murder that I didn’t commit. It never occurred to me that I would be executed for a murder that I did commit…I can’t imagine ever killing a human being. But if we all watched our government fry those who have committed a heinous crime such as the crime committed by Johnson and it‘s co-conspirators, I know for damn sure that some kid somewhere would be so shocked that they would be terrified to ever take a life. Even those like Johnson who haven’t been raised with the slightest shred of humanity, compassion or decency still have some degree of self preservation. And if that’s what it takes to keep such garbage from treating the people of value the way that Johnson treated Chrisalee, Jose and Huy, so be it.

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Anonymous Anonymous said...

Hi.

Hmm, I have par hasard found your article.
It's a difficult-to-discuss topic. However, let me verify some facts (from what I've understood).

* Dexter Johnson is 19.
* Dexter Johnson was in the gang.
* Dexter Johnson is convicted for rape and two violent murders.

(I hope I'm not missing anything here)

I completely understand that that's some serious crimes. However,
you make it as if he is the evilest of all evils.


Say, Hitler and Stalin are responsible for deaths of like 50 million people.

If we get back into the history, people like Alexandre have probably killed hundreds thousands of people too.

However, these men are even respected by some people now.

Now, that's far more serious than the crimes.

Now, please understand that people have different backgrounds. That makes them do things.

Dexter Johnson is not even over 20, he has had some bad influence in his childhood (again, am I missing something here?) and he has commited all these crimes in one night. They weren't planned. He was in a group.

Again, from that, I'd say that death penalty might be too drastic in this case. He might have gotten a life-sentence or something.

Well, that's my original thought. I don't know much details.

June 28, 2007  
Blogger Meg said...

I certainly respect you and your point of view. But, I disagree. I am not one of the whack jobs who respects Hitler or Stalin. As I said, I have wavered in my stance on capital punishment but when I read about this story...I put myself in the place of the kids that were murdered and the families who miss them. I know that we shouldn't use emotion when making such decisions but I can't help it. It angered me to the point where I absolutely find this crime worthy of execution.

Once again, I respect your opinion. Thank God we live in a place where we can all share our thoughts without fear of government retaliation. Stalin (who killed MANY more people that Hitler) would have never allowed us to be so open with our thoughts.

God bless America!

Meg

June 28, 2007  
Anonymous Anonymous said...

Meg,

Don't forget to include Mao Zedong, the ruthless leader of China.

He led the killing of more people than Stalin and Hitler combined.

June 28, 2007  
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June 28, 2007  
Anonymous lara said...

The poms had the idea, ship the criminals to a lonely island and leave them their.

June 29, 2007  
Blogger Meg said...

Lara,

I actually thought of that myself. There should be a place on this planet for the decent people to live without the fear of being terrorized by trash like Johnson. The only problem that I can see with that is that they could conceivably build a raft/boat or something like that to escape. Or, the decent humans could become ship-wrecked on the island that we dump the garbage. But, I'm sure that we could figure something out. I personally don't care what happens to them...they could be starved, beaten or outright tortured and I would sit back with a bowl of pop-corn enjoying the show.

Meg

June 29, 2007  
Anonymous Anonymous said...

SolarisGal, it would be better if you covered all of my points and not just some of them.

Still, my responses to that, however:

* A 19 year old might still be a child (you probably know that some people grow up faster and some people grow up slower). Children are too young to fully understand what they are doing. Anyway.

* That's not totally true. In certain social conditions people do not act on their free will. It's probably their responsibility, though, but, eh, it depends...

* It's not what I originally meant. But Hitler and Stalin might not have been the best analogy. Anyway, we're not living in this "an eye for an eye" kind of society any more.

* "Thou shall not kill", huh? Noone can bring those people back and they won't contribute to the society anymore, right. However, killing some kid for what he has done, while he was maybe not fully aware of that he was doing or maybe on social pressure, won't do anything good for the society either.

Yet, I do not know any of these people personally nor do I know the real situation. I can't reasonably judge, therefore.

Finally, sorry, this can become an infinite discussion and I do not really have the time or the will to continue it. I am not going to do that, therefore. However, I fully understand that opinions may differ.

June 29, 2007  
Anonymous Anonymous said...

Anonymous,

Let me clear up your facts:

*yes, dexter johnson was 19. but age is absolutely no justification for carjacking, robbing, raping, and murdering anyone. period.

* dexter johnson was not in a "gang". it was him, his cousins, and close friends that committed these crimes. if you call a group for friends and family a gang, then we're all in a gang. if anything, dexter johnson was the ringleader of this group of thugs.

* dexter johnson and his friends have killed 4 people, carjacked and robbed a dozen people, and raped 1 woman in a 1-2 month period before they got caught. who knows what other crimes they committed.

* these crimes were all planned. they called the carjackings and robberies their "job" - a way of getting money. and when they realized their victims can identify them, they killed them.

and from that, the death penalty is not too drastic for this case.

it may not bring back all 4 victims back, but it give a sense of closer for 1 family to know that the murderer of their daughter, sister, and friend has not gone unpunished for his actions

and as far as your comparison to hitler and stalin... that's a little far fetched. they may have been responsible for the deaths of millions, but of that number, how many did they personally rob, rape, a pull the trigger at the heads of their victims? still a high number, but given time to freely do their "job", dexter johnson and his "gang" could add more numbers to their "resume".

July 26, 2007  
Anonymous Ollie said...

I am an Englishman and I oppose capital punishment in all its forms, as does my country's government.

There is a fundamental paradox in killing a man in recompense for the killing of another: We cannot preserve the sanctity of life if we sanction its destruction in any form. What I fear America has not yet learned is the importance of not allowing the abhorrent and evil behaviour of others to draw one into actions which go against the righteousness and moral rectitude for which a nation should stand. In vengeance you bay for blood, but how will the witnessing of a death teach your children that the taking of life is wrong? We cannot say that all life is there to be taken and judged by God while at the same time being perversely drawn into committing some sort of quasi-legalised form of murder ourselves.

Of course execution will bring finality, but it will also bring a bitter closure, not a happy one. Johnson will leave this Earth and his crime will fade into history. In England we imprison murderers and they remain in the news as a constant reminder of our need for vigilance in creating a better society - we no longer simply wash our hands of criminals while bloodying also them by exercising a power which is not ours to hold. The judges who hand down the death penalty will one day be judged and whose authority will they cite for their actions? The United States of America is many things, but an annointed judge of men's souls it is not. The only way to enforce the idea that killing is wrong is to do away with the death penalty.

As for Sadam Hussein, my country's government opposed his execution on the grounds that it was inhumane and that in pragmatic terms executing people always carries the idea of martyrdom. All that Sadam's hanging did was to humanise him - in the end this tyrant became a frail and scared old man as the world watched him suffer a botched execution.

A man's time on Earth is sacred and should be cut short by no man. If we want to make society safe then that, of course, is the job of the judiciary and a lifetime's detention seems like a good deterrent to me. We must not, however, become as base as the criminals we are dealing with by resorting to an eye for an eye mentality. In the end it is unacceptable for your society to go on promoting itself as the moral paragon of Western civilisation whilst you insist on consistently compromising your supposed moral values for the sake of vigilante revenge. Your bank notes proclaim that 'In God We Trust', well then perhaps you should stop making such cardinal decisions on his behalf.

Not one single European country has the death penalty and it is in contravention to the universal declaration of human rights, and yet the US persists hot-headedly in pursuing this archaic and uncivilised method of punishment. Is it worth all those innocent lives lost? men who did no wrong, so terminally punished that no real acquittal was possible. If I were American, I would be ashamed of my government for upholding capital punishment and, before you call me a wishy washy liberal, I don't think it is too liberal to stick within our worldly remit and leave the final judgement to God.

The very fact that there is debate over whether the death penalty should ever be applied provides enough doubt to warrant its abolition.

Many of you seem to think that somehow these criminals could go on being a menace to society - I fail to see the problem if they are behind bars. As for the taxes paying to incarcerate them, well we cannot simply kill people to save money - it has to be approached with the utmost gravity.

I sincerely hope that certain states in the US come to see how much more effective avoidance of capital punishment is in giving an administration the moral fortitude to uphold the best usages of humanity.

god bless.

November 12, 2007  
Blogger Meg said...

To the kind British Gentleman who commented below....I must say that you have given a thoughtful, insightful and thought-provoking essay regarding capital punishment. I must thank you for reminding me why people should not be ajudicated with the slightest degree of emotion. I appreciate the time you took to write.

Thanks again,

Meg

November 13, 2007  
Anonymous Ollie said...

Dear Meg,

you're quite welcome. I strongly believe that the abolition of the death penalty could be one of the defining moments in your country's history. America is a great nation in so many ways, but it is the death sentence which perturbs us over here in England. If only it were gone then we would feel even more of an affinity with the American people and America's strengthened human rights position could be used as a force for good.

best wishes,

Ollie

November 13, 2007  
Blogger Meg said...

Ollie,

Somewhere on this blog I write in opposition to the death penalty, believe it or not. My point was that it's not worth the fews lives that we DO take to have the entire world think of us as murderers. For that matter, it isn't worth being wrong...and we HAVE been wrong in the past...to lower ourselves to killing another.

BUT...if we ARE going to do it...this is one case where it would be deserved. Unfortunately, we aren't consistent enough with our application of the death penalty. We lose some of our credibility...then to think that we can't speak out against abortion if we aren't strong enough to save the lives of a convicted murderer.

Meg

November 14, 2007  
Anonymous ollie said...

I cannot agree with you, although I take your point. There can never be consistency in the killing of criminals. You said earlier that we must not allow our emotions to cloud our judgements and I thought that was an excellent point and yet now you suggest that this case is an instance where the penalty is applicable. That seems a bit specious to me because it still allows judgement to rest on subjectivity, be that the emotions of the jury, your emotions, or simply having to rely on what is essentially an unwritten scale of what makes one murderer worse than another. I'm afraid it's a no compromise situation; you either decide that it is wrong because you cannot judge with absolute confidence and because it is not our right to take life, or you decide that you are willing to risk cardinal sin by taking a life in 'recompense' for another. (I'm a pretty liberal Christian by the way so don't read this as a didactic sermon). Please look at it like this: If the death penalty does anything, it achieves vengeance on those who have done wrong. What is worrying, however, is that the only reason it is done is to satisfy those left on Earth. Laws satisfy the populus by punishing people in part to make society safer (imprisonment suffices here), and in part to gain revenge (this is where killing comes in); this means that anyone who supports the death penalty is using killing as a form of revenge, revenge brings pleasure and so these people are glorying in the pain, suffering and ultimately the death of another human being. I cannot, as a person let alone a Christian, condone such barbarity. We should be trying to rise above animal instincts to use our gift of conscience to do what is right. The most sickening thing is that people over there can go and watch an execution, something we Brits (at least my friends) find utterly utterly disgusting. It's not enough that these people are losing everything in the world, but they are not even afforded the dignity of passing on in private, instead they have media wolves waiting to report the gory details to the sick people at home who want to get a kick out of witnessing a man's death in revenge. All of this is hidden cynically behind a frankly bullshit argument that 'justice is being done' and 'people should see justice being done'.(On that point, your courtrooms would be much more efficient at delivering justice if they wern't televised - When I saw Judge Judy I thought it was a joke, then I saw a 'real' case being broadcast and realised that your whole legal system is a joke). I don't want to sound harsh but you all sound like pretty intelligent people so why do you put up with crap like this? Your lawyers talk in generalities and focus on ad hominem diatribes and circumstantial evidence, none of which is even allowed in a British courtroom.
"We hold these truths to be self-evident, that all men are created equal, that they are endowed by their Creator with certain unalienable Rights, that among these are LIFE, Liberty and the pursuit of Happiness." This doesn't even mean anything to you? I know your President can't stop contradicting himself (that's when he's making sense in English at least) but surely some of you can see that your political infrastructure just seems to bully its way from place to place and from policy to policy without being answerable to any of its original tenets or even to the laws in your constitution (I refer to illegal rendition and the camp at Guantanamo bay).
The issue over the death penalty cannot be one of picking and choosing appropriate cases for death or prison - there would be too much contradiction and subjectivity, not to mention the fact that KILLING IS A SIN and not something a government should do. Soldiers go into battle with a loaded gun, but they go praying to God that they will not have to use it and if so,only in the protection of their own lives, their friends lives and the freedom of others. the Texan administration freely dishes out the death sentence for no other reason than to get revenge. It cannot work as a deterrent because it is inhumane and therefore de-civilises your society and an uncivilised society will have more crime. If you do away with the death penalty then you educate people to the evil of killing, you let them no that it is NEVER justified, that it is NEVER our sober decision to say who lives or dies. A soldier reacts instinctively, a judge should deliberate - sadly I think your judges revel in acting like soldiers unnecessarily. If anywhere should act as an institution for measured and morally upright thought on the nature of humanity then it is the courtroom - not in the USA, sadly.
All societies have murderers, that is tragic but it doesn't unsettle me too much; I understand the different reasons (never a justifiaction) behind criminal motivation - some people are immature or mentally ill, others pathologically disposed to killing or intoxicated. What really disturbs me is that seemingly nice people with families and idyllic, neat little suburban lives can give any quarter at all to the idea of killing of a man. 'No man is an island, entire of itself' said John Donne, and he is right: If you condone capital punishment then presumably you would deliver the sentence and then presumably you would strap the man to the bed and then put the needle in and then watch the poison steal his God-given life. If you truly believe in the death penalty then you, as an active member in a democratic system, are to all intents and purposes an executioner. You cannot assume that your hands are clean just because you're miles from the execution chamber.

Every man has a chance at redemption and it is God's choice when his life ends. Taking away that time on Earth when a man can either strive for redemption or fall further into sin is a crime against God.

The argument works if you are not a Christian too - simply think about it in terms of the morality of humanism instead.

If you incarcerate a man then he is dead to society - he is not active in society so he is dead to it. This is all we can reasonably do because we do not even know the consequences of our actions if we kill a man - does the judge have a state ordered sanction for where
the convict will go once they've been 'fried' or injected?! Of course they don't. How on Earth can you say, then, that the punishment fits the crime if you don't know what the extent or nature of the punishment is?

I'm sorry if I was mistaken in thinking you shared my feelings and I hope you at least make peace with whatever you decide to take as your stance on this. Just listen carefully to your conscience instead of the emotionally provocative rhetoric of those around.

I meant what I said about America having the potential to be great, I just hate it when people are impetuous and forget that it is a far nobler pursuit to be working towards greatness than it is to rest on self-made laurels and pretend that you've already achieved it.

Best wishes,

Ollie

November 15, 2007  
Anonymous Anonymous said...

Came across this blog while searching for information about where my friend is buried. I have not gone to see him. I feel horrible for not having hung out with him the week befor his death. The last thing he had told me was "you might not ever see me again" what kind of a friend am i if i couldnt have taken the time out of my life to go watch him dance? have him teach me like he had promised me....
i just wanted to say this here because i had not told anyone and i guess...i needed to let it out.

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Blogger Meg Kelso said...

Come anytime and do just that. I think you'll feel better after you do finally go to your friend's resting place.

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Wednesday, June 27, 2007

My dog just farted...

... Jeez, I hate that. I thought that all the nasty farting left with Rick. Oh well, at least I KNOW the dog doesn’t have enough sense to go into the restroom for such things.

There has always been a farting man in my life. When I was a little girl, my grandfather, a very successful businessman, would read the paper in his recliner at night and literally lift his leg and fart with no shame or “Excuse Me.”

Of course, when I got a little older, my brothers got a thrill out of farting. I left home and got married so I immediately had a farter of my own. Then, without missing a beat, I married again and had another farter. I swear to God, I had that one convinced that women just don’t fart.

Next, I was single for a few years but I was working as a nurse so I saw a lot of stuff much worse than farts. Then, I met the fartmaster. When my oldest son attained a certain age, he developed a facsination with farting that he pretty much still has. He laughs pretty damn hard at his own farts, but you can irritate the hell out of him by farting back at him.

When he and Rick where both living with me, it was one great big fart-a-rama. A few years ago, I was in New York and I had this great beef sandwich with peppers...three kinds. I went into the restroom and noticed what a hideous bouquet that sandwich had summoned. I smiled. I began developing my stratagem.

It was so marvelously brilliant and the timing couldn’t have been better. They were both in the living room watching television. I went back into the living room and sat down as though all was right with the world. Serenely secure in my evil scheme, I withheld the pressure that was my vengeance for the years of anguish to which I had been subjected by the fartmaster and his little partner in crime. I smiled cunningly as I remembered the silence that preceeded the appalling stench. I knew that there would be no forewarning for my victims. I waited until just the right moment and unleashed what was the most foul, repugnant, revolting “silent but deadly” that I had ever had the misfortune of suffering. And then I sat back and watched the consequences of my reprisal ensue. It was breathtaking...literally.

When the effects of my opus first reached their noses, they immediately glanced, accusedly, at each other. Then, they inhaled again. Oh, it was magnificent. I laughed so hard that I immediately gave myself away. They both actually got up off of their chairs. The looks on their faces were identical and said the same thing, “How can I leave the presence of this gruesome entity?” Their eyes went back and forth as though they were looking for an exit. You would have thought that they were a couple of mice in the presence of a lion. Such a sense of contentment, I have never felt. I assure you, that one fart made up for the years of olfactory assaults that these two yahoos had released upon me.

I have tried, in vain, to duplicate that awesome fart but I haven’t found the proper combination of gastric ingredients with which to do so. OK, enough fart talk, the dog just farted again. I guess I asked for that one.

See ya,

Meg

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Blogger mylifeatfullspeed said...

OH MY GOD!!! I am laughing so hard that I have tears running down my face...

You slay me!! The vision I got of that whole scenario is going to make me laugh every time someone dare utter the word or worse do the actual deed itself.

Maybe we should all have a secret weapon like that? It sure would make them stop thinking that their own were so damned funny.

And while we are on the subject, why do men act like a woman farting is such an outrageously gross act? They can do it 50 times a day, but if women accidentally does it once in 10 years, they make a huge deal out of it (complete with waving of arms, holding of the nose, etc.)

Of course, that's not counting your whopper Meg...sounds like they'd have a reason to run screaming from the room. Damn, I'm laughing again!

I gotta go so I can catch my breath...

:)

June 27, 2007  
Anonymous Anonymous said...

Meggie,

You got me called into my supervisor's office. Your fart story had me laughing so loud at work that I got caught reading blogs at my desk. Now I have to wait for a week or two before I surf the net at work.

Kenneth

June 27, 2007  
Anonymous Cheryl said...

Hellooo Meg :)

Yeah I totally agree. I'm dating a farter myself. They're brutal! The worse is when they let one go in the car, then ROLL UP the windows to suffocate the passengers (i.e. ME) even more!

June 28, 2007  

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I hate the internet...

...it can be so irritating. Here I am trying to sign onto my G-mail account as I do 5 times a day and it won’t go to my email nor will it go to the G-mail home page. I can do anything else, I can even search G-mail and I get a quarter of a billion sites in 0.11 seconds and when I click on the link, it does nothing. Why? Why? I need to know...WHY!

10 years ago I never heard of this crap and here I am, using it every single day now. Our internet access is now a utility...we have to have it like we have to have electricity...what’s up with that? I imagine that back when they invented electricity, some people said, ‘Why on earth would anybody pay so much to have light in their house when they can just turn on the kerosene lamp? Or, “What sort of fool would pay $600 dollars for an auotMobeel when they could just saddle up their horse?”

Here we are dependent on a glorified typewriter, telephone, encyclopedia, television, record player. After thinking of all the things this sucker does, it’s actually a pretty neat thing, isn’t it?When you listen to the TV news, they always give you the numbers of people who have no electricity...who the hell cares? What difference does it make how many people can’t watch TV? I’ve been without electricity after a few storms and I never thought it was newsworthy.

It was actually kinda funny looking back on it. I had given my son a tiny TV for Christmas, one that had a 2x2 inch screen. We had an ice storm shortly after the holidays and after a while, the entire family sat on the couch trying to watch that tiny TV. There was no way that everybody could see it at the same time so there was quite a bit of...”I can’t see!” or “What did he have in his hand?”

I had to cook on the kerosene heater...we had a bunch of canned beef stew and chili while the power was out. I just cooked the stuff in a saucepan on top of the heater. It worked really, really well. It’s actually a little fun to have the electricity go out, isn’t it?

The last time it went out was this past summer. I had a bunch of those big square-battery flashlights. Those things are great. I put two of them on my coffee table facing up and I could lie on the couch and read a book. I had two of them in 3 rooms and then I only needed a candle in the others. I thought it was pretty neat how well it worked...I just wish that I had someone else with me to enjoy it. I would have had fun playing cards or even Hide and Seek. That’d be freaky in the dark, wouldn’t it? As fun as all of this sounds, none of it is the least bit newsworthy.

Hell, it’s barely worth the time it’s taking me to write this. Oh well, I have to write something. I wonder why they don’t report how many people are without internet access? Or whether or not eBay has been affected?

I heard recently that there was a Superintendent of Schools that wanted to buy EVERY SINGLE STUDENT in the entire school system a computer. I think that's ridiculous. Even if you believe that all of the kids should have a computer, surely you must agree that it should be based on need. Rich kids should not have tax dollars pay for their computers.

Another thing, what an opportunity for corruption! Any government expenditure like that will capture the eye of some crooked freak. If anything, they should just give the kids a voucher and let them go buy their own computers. If the schools have no ONE company providing them, their isn’t anyone who would be trying to get a kickback. But, that kind of thinking makes too much sense. They’d rather buy the computers themselves than just give out vouchers with certain rules applying to them. But we can’t make that much sense...there’s too much cash to be made here.

See ya,

Meg

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Blogger karmawendy said...

Is there a birthday coming up?

June 27, 2007  
Blogger Meg said...

Why...yes there is...but not until 9:36 AM EST tomorrow morning. Until then, I don't change my age!

June 28, 2007  

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Yes, this is the smartest strategy...

...not to mention the decent thing to do:

"...You are the one that can keep your head high knowing you took the high road. Besides, isn't it nice to know it'll drive the nutjob crazy???..."

Yes...it is. What I don't get it why the low class slugs don't understand that concept. They think that to hurt another person they must behave like an asshole. Why they feel the need to inflict pain, even if they fail at their attempt to do so, is beyond me. They just end up looking like an angry freak so when their nemisis is behaving like a lady (or a gentleman), they look even worse. But, since ignornace is bliss, they blissfully continue to act like a slug, thinking that their behavior is harming the person who is happily living their life without a second thought to the fool who is so proud of the silliness that they espouse. Go figure. Besides, refraining from becoming embroiled in the nastiness leaves a LOT of time to enjoy life. And when a smart lady or gentleman is enjoying life...the nit wits engage in behavior that is not only stupid...it's unhealthy and only hurts the one acting like an idiot.

"...I would much rather have a crisp, clean, nurse than a ragtag with rainbow colors and aforementioned long claws. Which leads me to ponder---don't doctors and nurses wear scrubs to keep germs away? If so, why do I see doctors and nurses wear same scrubs out to Starbucks, Macy's, etc. then back to the hospital? Doesn't that bring the nasty germs with them?..."

I don't know when someone decided to take the scrubs that were designed to maintain a higher degree of sterility and turn them into a fashion statement. I guess it's just a money making opportunity that couldn't be passed up. It played into the ego's of people who enjoy going to work looking good as opposed to looking clean and professional. I see nurses walking around in clothes that look more like street clothes than they do uniforms. The other night I saw a nurse wearing black shoes and black slacks with a rather form fitting colorful top. That is about as unprofessional as it gets. I'm waiting for low cut necks and tight fitting slacks next. If they make "uniforms" look sexy, you know that there are people out there who would stand in front of the mirror, checking out how their backsides look before they leave the house. I stand in front of the mirror checking to see that I look clean and lady-like. It would never occur to me to check out my backside before I left for a job that consists of caring for ill people. How my ass looks is the last thing I care about when I get dressed for work.

Also, I've heard so many patients say that they can't tell the nurses from the cafeteria workers. And one very important thing to consider, confused patients...especially the older ones, can be calmed by a nurse wearing white. I can't count the times that I've reassured a confused older person by saying, "What am I wearing?" They answer, "A white dress." I reply, "Who wears white?" They respond, "Nurses." So, I tell them that I'm a nurse and that I'm there to help them. They realize that they're in good hands when they understand that a nurse is caring for them. There are so many reasons that white is a good idea...not the least of which is the fact that I can bleach the white stuff, assuring that I'm as clean and germ free as I can be.

But the sad thing is that you can rarely ever find white uniforms anymore. The next time you pass a uniform store, peek inside and see if you can find the white stuff. They're there...stuck in the back. And if you want to wear a white dress to work...good luck. You pretty much have to order them from catalogues nowadays. I guess there aren't enough nurses wearing white dresses to make it worth stocking them in the uniform shops.

I still have a bunch of white uniforms...but I bought them before I lost the weight when the cancer was at it's worst. So, from now on, I'm going back to white. I used to have some really nice white dresses that I wore to work. Nowadays a nurse in a white dress with white hose and white shoes would stick out like a sore thumb. But I don't care...I know that the patients will know who I am when I walk into their room. And, I know that I can bleach them and that makes you feel much cleaner than when you wear every color under the sun. And to be honest, I actually think that most people would appreciate a nurse who walks into their room looking like a nurse. I even think that it makes them feel more confident in their care. Oh, one last thing...you don't have to stand in front of the closet trying to color coordinate your outfit. You just grab a white top and a white bottom and off to work you go.

Love that shade of pink!

Me too! And right now I'm going to go into my pink (dusty rose!) room and look around at the work my hand has done. Then, I'll fall asleep and dream pink dreams!

I may have to cover a 4 hour shift tonight, I'm not sure yet. 4 hours is a walk in the park compared to 12 (which is actually 14) so I don't mind filling in for them if they need me. So, off to my pinkness...have a great day!

Meg

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Tuesday, June 26, 2007

Regarding the annullment of marriages...

...I agree with my friend who says:

"...they had gotten married somehow and had two kids already, but the church wouldn't consider it valid. I think it's all insane. But maybe that is just me. I have never believed in organized religion and basically nodded and smiled my way through both weddings just to make my husband (and the ex) happy..."

I don't care one hoot. My religion is this...be nice to people. Mark and I got married in the church to make him and his family happy, we had already been married for years when we did it and we already had the kids. He's been remarried for years now and has a little girl with the new one. I imagine it bothers her that Mark and I are still married in the eyes of the church so I'm not at all surprised, I've wondered why he didn't do this for her years ago. It means nothing to me and that's why I told him to let me know what I can do to make it easy for him. He is my children's father and even though he and his nutty wife treat me like dirt, I like taking the high road every chance I can. It drives people nuts.

If he wants to spend the money, let him. It costs me nothing but a few minutes to fill out the forms and it would make them happy. Also, I like to act as decently as I can when the kids are anywhere around to see or hear about what ever's going on...it shows them that Mommy is normal and when the nut behaves like her nutty self, they see that too. Besides, I'm Methodist.

And Eliza says:

"...What size bed is that? I have and am willing to give away perfectly free just for the sake of getting it out of my freaking garage, two things that would go well in your bedroom..."

It's a queen. Eliza, where are you? You've got to be close so we need to get together, I need a lady friend. The men are great for manual labor but there's nothing like a girlfriend for hanging out with. My house has 3 bedrooms and I want to update all of them. The furniture that you're describing would go great in the room that my granddaughter sleeps in so yeah, I would love to take it off your hands. I really appreciate that. I'll email you my number after I post this...call me anytime, if I'm at work I won't answer and if I'm sleeping the phone won't wake me up...I can sleep through pretty much anything. So, call me anytime or send me your number and I'll call you. I would like to go out Friday if you guys are free that night. I know I don't want to sit at home by myself on my birthday!

OK, I need to get ready for work. But, before I do...let me tell you what the city I live in did. This morning as I was coming home I noticed that they were chopping up trees that were near the power lines. I have an oak and an elm in my front yard and they totally trashed them. There's not much left to them at all. My son just got home and he said that they screwed up every tree on the street. I can't believe that the city can just come to your house and chop down half of the trees without so much as a stupid letter on the doorknob. It's amazing what the government can get away with without any concern for anyone's property. They do things that they would jail other people for doing. As bad as organized religion is, organized government is worse. They remind me of another organized group, the Mafia.

OK then, I have to act like I'm going to work...the coffee is kicking in so I have to get up and decide which one of my ugly uniforms I'm going to wear. Before I took this job, I ALWAYS wore white. It's the way I was trained as a nurse. When I was in school they taught us not to wear nail polish, not even clear because it "harbors micro-organisms". Now those chicks come to work with huge, ugly fake nails that are full of fungus and Lord knows what else. I like the white because I can take it off and bleach it when I get home. I caved and bought a bunch of colored scrubs and I hate it.

Every place that I've ever worked always had one old nurse who still wore a cap. Those things are kept in place with a small comb and the old nurses who wore one had a huge bald spot on the tops of their heads from that comb. I wouldn't wear a cap but now I'm the old nurse who doesn't wear nail polish, I keep my nails trimmed. I also keep my hair back instead of letting it hang everywhere. Talk about feeling old...I'm not buying anymore colored crap, from now on I'm back to buying white stuff again. I'll be the old nurse who still wears white...I think that we all should. Nursing isn't a job that should be like a fashion show, the clothes should be clean and white, not purple and pretty. Oh well, I guess my age is showing.

OK, I'm off to work!

See ya,

Meg

Eliza, I don't have your email addy! Email me at megkelsobroderick@gmail.com with your number and I'll reply with mine.

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Blogger Donna said...

1. Be the big girl: Give him the damn annulment. You, your kids, and he knows you were married for the best reasons. You are the one that can keep your head high knowing you took the high road. Besides, isn't it nice to know it'll drive the nutjob crazy???

2. Yeah, the city can come in and screw up your property with no notice. Try to mess with a public park, and see what happens...

3. I'm of the same age group as you are (moderately aged, with great legs, like a fine wine), and I would much rather have a crisp, clean, nurse than a ragtag with rainbow colors and aforementioned long claws. Which leads me to ponder---don't doctors and nurses wear scrubs to keep germs away? If so, why do I see doctors and nurses wear same scrubs out to Starbucks, Macy's, etc. then back to the hospital? Doesn't that bring the nasty germs with them? Kinda like when your doctor comes in with a tie that the last patient sneezed all over.

Okay, my soapbox is getting slippery, time to get off.

Happiest of birthdays this Friday, Meg. If I was anywhere near GA I would call, but alas, have no time off.

Hope you have a great weekend. Take a boy toy out to play.

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Here's my pink room...

...and I'm nowhere near done. I'm gonna put so much pink in that room that Rick will NEVER come back. What I don't make pink, I'll fill with flowers. Here's my new TV and the cute I Love Lucy purse that my daughter sent me for my birthday:



This is my bed, soon I'll have a beautiful new bed but for now, I just sleep on a frame with a matress and box spring. I had to buy a new set when I found out that Rick screwed Gail Glenn in my old bed:



That's pink...isn't it? All I need now is to go to Florida to pick up the paintings that I took out of state before the divorce and I'll be set. That is, if my father doesn't "accidentally" throw them away. He has a habit of doing that. Oh, I also have to get some toppers for the windows...something floral will do nicely.

Just looking at my bed makes me tired. I just got home from work a little bit ago, took the pictures for you and then came here to post them. Last night was extremely busy at work and I was the charge nurse which makes it ever so much busier because I have to make sure that everyone else gets their work done on time and I can't leave until they're all done.

Before I go to bed, I wanted to answer a couple of comments:

"...you should meet Eliza & myself for drinkies one night. You could bring your son along! ;)..."

Well, my birthday is Friday...if you want to go out that night...I'm game!

This comment needs nothing else, it's perfect all by itself:

"...Meg is absolutely 100% correct. About everything..."

I keep telling people that!

By the way, I put a new poll question below the links to the left, it's about the Duke accuser.

OK, seriously then, I do have to go to bed now...I'm exhausted and I have to go back and work again tonight. You guys have a great day and I'll check back in when I wake up this afternoon.

See ya!

meg

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Blogger Eliza Doolittle said...

Meg -

What size bed is that? I have and am willing to give away perfectly free just for the sake of getting it out of my freaking garage, two things that would go well in your bedroom...well, maybe three if you are interested.

One, a brushed silvery wrought iron queen bed (head and foot), two a wicker dresser and mirror (natural) and three a floral chair.

let me know! Otherwise I'm having a yard sale and getting rid of them at rock bottom prices!

June 26, 2007  
Blogger karmawendy said...

Love that shade of pink!

June 26, 2007  

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Monday, June 25, 2007

Hello again...

...I finally woke up...for the third time. I fell asleep at about 4 AM and then woke up and looked around at my pretty pink walls. I got up, fed the animals and went to start a pot of coffee when I noticed that it was only 7. I have to work tonight and I can't do that on 3 hours sleep 12 hours before I have to go in so I went back to bed and slept until my son came in to give me my birthday present from my daughter (An adorable 'I love Lucy' purse). I wasn't ready to wake up yet so I went back to sleep and here I am.

In a little while I'll hang those blinds and when I do, I'll take a picture of my pretty room and show it to you. Of course, it isn't done yet...I need the new bed. But, you can see the walls anyway...doesn't that sound exciting! I could take a picture of my hands....they're covered with pink and white paint...but it looks better on the walls.

I heard that those Duke Lacrosse players are trying to get that dishonest asshole Nifong put in jail. That's cool, I have no problem with that. But what I don't understand is why no one is sueing or arresting the slut that accused them of rape. Women like that make it far too tough on women who truly are raped. Nothing happened to the other lieing whore, Tawana Bradley either. What happens if one of those pieces of trash has a better story next time? Some innocent young men could actually go to prison over the lies of a bimbo like that.

I think that the slut herself should be in prison, right next to Nifong. Let them both learn the difference between lieing about rape and actually being raped. I also think that if the bitch was white...she would already be locked up. For whatever reason, the media has forgotten about her and no one seems to talk about the fact that she began this entire fiasco in the first place. I'd like to meet her in a dark alley somewhere, just so she never has the chance to do this to any other innocent young men...my sons being out in the world with her is a scary thought. I think that decent women everywhere should be outraged at what that tramp has done. We should be at least as angry as the 3 Duke students (Oh, wait a minute...they were expelled, weren't they?), the 3 innocent young men.

There are two reasons why we should be angry. First of all, the sleazy skank makes it tough for any woman who is really raped. Secondly, what if a man that we care about is accused next? I don't understand why we haven't heard more about her and her hideous lies.

Oh, and while we're at it, let's not forget the 80+ shithead Duke professors that signed a letter stating the guilt of those young men and insisting that they should be expelled. One would expect a college educated American to ascribe to the idea that the men were innocent until proven guilty. But, I suppose those assholes are teaching a bunch of other students as I write this. Where are their parents? Why is no one bringing up that letter? I don't get it at all.

OK then...I'm gonna get those blinds up and take a picture of the pink for you....if I can get them up that is...I think I'll need a drill and although I have one, this will be my first foray into using it. I just hope I don't mess up my pretty pink walls!


Meg

Darn, my camera's batteries are dead so I can't take a picture of my pink walls right now. I'll stick them in the charger and do it later. Sorry, I tried!

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Blogger Limerick Gal said...

Reading your post tonight, the story of the boy who cried wolf came to mind.

Rape is a serious issue and throwing an accusation randomly out there is the worst thing in the world to do. So many cases have been dismissed due to false accusations that the majority women won't report it because of the system and repercussions they may face. So sad!

On a cheerier note - you should meet Eliza & myself for drinkies one night. You could bring your son along! ;)

June 25, 2007  

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I DID IT!!!!

I painted my own room and I painted it PINK!!!! Actually it's a dusty rose...but it's closer to pink than I've had since I lived at home with my parents. If they still had full service gas pumps and if the trash man came inside to pick up the trash I wouldn't need a man at all.

I started painting earlier today. I did the trim first and after that dried I painted the walls. I think I'll have to put another coat of white on the closet doors but I'm pretty much finished. Now I just need to take all the stuff off my bed and put it all back on the floors and then I can go to bed.

I asked my son how many gallons it would take and he said, "Oh, two or three." Well, I did it with less than one gallon so now I have a gallon of custom paint that I can't do anything with. I guess I'll save it so that I can paint over dirt instead of cleaning the walls.

My hands are sore and so are my shoulders but it's a good pain, the pain that a woman feels when she's done something that men have done for her for her entire life. And, I did a good job, too. I got that blue painters tape and taped the entire room before I started so I didn't mess up except for one little spot on the ceiling. I had hunter green ivy at the top of the walls that I stenciled years ago and I had to cover some of that with an extra coat and when I did, I made a boo boo. But, I can fix that so all in all, I'm pretty impressed with me.

I bought new blinds for the windows because the green ones that I had up there wouldn't match the rose that I put on the walls. After I put them up, I'll buy myself a new set of bed clothes that matches the walls and by the time my new bed comes, I'll have a totally new room. I even bought a new television...so all the traces of Rick are out of my room now.

When the bed comes, that room will be so cool that I'll never want to leave it. Of course, right now I want to go back in there and sleep. I started the walls at about ten something and I kept on painting until I finished. I just looked at the clock and saw that it's well after 3 AM...I had no clue it took that long. It felt like a couple of hours, not five.

I love being able to decorate without having to worry that a man will think my taste too girly. Next I may just wallpaper my bathroom with some floral print that would have driven Rick insane.

My other ex had some papers sent to me from the Diocese that he lives in...apparently he wants to annul our marriage so that he can marry his wife in the church. I called him to ask him if there was anything that I could do to make it easier for him, but it doesn't look like there's anything that I can do so I'll just do whatever the church asks me to do. We were divorced in the 80's yet the Catholic Church still considers us man and wife. I can't imagine that this could be tough...I've been married since then (and divorced again of course).

Rick called last week too, so I've spoken to 2 ex's in one week. That's 2 too many for any woman. Well, I'm gonna have to make this a short post because my shoulders are killing me and even my fingers hurt so I keep making typo's and then I have to fix them. It's getting annoying and I don't want to be annoyed, I'm too happy that I accomplished something that I would have always had a man do...and I did it all by myself!!!!

OK then, I'm off to sleep in my new pink (dusty rose) room...that is if the smell doesn't chase me out.

Have a great day and I'll be back tomorrow...or is it later on today?

See ya!

Meg

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Blogger Meg said...

I woke up 3 hours after I posted that. I don't know why, but I did. I wish MacDonald's delivered, I have a huge hankerin' for a Happy Meal. Oh well, I'll eat some blueberries and go back to bed.

June 25, 2007  
Blogger SolarisGal said...

Good job, Meg.

You know, I remember you saying something about Rick calling you a while back - but you didn't pick up. I was thinking that if I were his bimbo, I wouldn't tolerate that garbage. I don't know how she does - considering Rick's history.

Oh well, I guess she doesn't care!

June 25, 2007  
Blogger Grammie said...

I totally understand....my bedroom is a purple-blue color now.

Enjoy the pink!
: )

June 25, 2007  
Blogger Meg said...

Sol, Unless Rick has fouund Jesus, he doesn't tell her that he calls me.

Gram,

Don't you just love this autonomy?! I love being the boss of me!

:):):)

June 25, 2007  
Blogger mylifeatfullspeed said...

Ewwwww...The word annulment still gives me hives. I won't even get into the whole discussion of how fucked up it is that a marriage can not exist if you give the church enough money. Sort of.

My ex asked me to agree to whatever it was to get an annulment so that he and his new wife-to-be could get married in church. He and I got divorced when my son was 2, they were getting married when my son was 4. After tons of letters from the church..I finally went off on some guy at the main diocese in charge of the whole deal and they sent a letter allowing the annulment...by then my son was 17. It took 13 years and $1000 paid by the ex for the church to grant it. And I think that my commenting on the fact that I got remarried in the Greek Orthodox church and they don't even consider my first marriage real anyway since it was a Catholic marriage...so they should just get it over with and let the poor guy have a proper church marriage if that is what he even wants anymore might have been the final step in their decision (or they thought I was a raving loon and next I'd be in their office screaming about wasting my time). I mean, they had gotten married somehow and had two kids already, but the church wouldn't consider it valid.

I think it's all insane. But maybe that is just me. I have never believed in organized religion and basically nodded and smiled my way through both weddings just to make my husband (and the ex) happy. If it means that much to him, then what harm does it do me to sit through a 2 hour ceremony that occurs in a language I don't understand? :P I was up front about my being brought up with a Native American teaching and both priests knew my beliefs were not going to be changed and they went along with it still...must have been that check dangling in front of them.

And now that I've stirred up a hornets nest...sorry Meg...

I LOVE that pink. I can't wait to see the room when the bed arrives and you get it all finished.

:)

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Saturday, June 23, 2007

Good morning!

I wasn't going to post the assinine comments that JQ left after one particular post but since he can't seem to stop playing games, I'm going to look them up and show you all what kind of an ass he is. I'm not in the mood to hunt for old comments in my email right now...but I'll get to it later.

Now I'm making myself breakfast and I don't want to ruin my appetite.

4 paragraphs removed for an excellent reason

I've seen so many women act like major assholes because they were angry about something that their kids' father did. Rick's first wife did that, my ex's second wife did it, I've watched friends do it and I've heard about these hideous women from other men that I've known. I think there are far too many women out there abusing their children because they can't stand the man that they had babies with. How despicable.

I had a friend who was married to a guy for about 2 years when she found another man. She cheated on her husband who eventually moved out. They had no kids together but somehow, she was awarded $25 a week alimony. She didn't want that $25, she wanted to go to court the Monday after he failed to pay her on Friday. She cheated on him yet she found some sick pleasure in taking him to court to file contempt charges on the man who did nothing to her. She eventually married the guy she cheated with and I've often wondered if she's cheated on him yet.

Women that appear to be normal can turn into some psycho wench from hell when they get angry at a man who did nothing but catch them cheating. My father told me that when he had a client who wanted a divorce, he could tell who the worst women were, they were the ones who bitched the loudest about their husbands. My dad said that if a woman came in and went on and on about how awful the husband was, inevitably he would see that the man was a nice guy and the wife was the one who had behaved poorly in the marriage.

I don't understand that at all. And I certainly don't understand women who use the children as weapons against the fathers. A mother who loves her children wants them to be surrounded by as many people who love them as possible. Micheal may SAY that she loves my grandkids, but she doesn't. At least she doesn't love them as much as she wants to hurt my son. My son doesn't realize this yet but sooner or later those kids will grow up and see her for what she is. I've been around long enough to know how quickly they grow up and how soon they realize what the mother has done. I can patiently sit back and wait...it happens sooner than anyone realizes.

It's sad...isn't it?

Meg

OK, I found some of the comments that JQ left on one post...trying to appear like a few different people who were saying nasty things about the post that offended him. Here are a few of them...and he STILL keeps doing it!

Gosh, Meg, by my count you insulted this MAN 18 times. Can the readers find them all? Why not have a contest, maybe I missed a 19th name this deficient MAN could be called.Can the readers come up with any new witty names that you didn’t think of?I wonder how he feels? Do you think the level of humor, malice, and sarcasm are equal in the original post, his comment and this latest post?Do all women play this kind of deceitful, “I got the pussy, you don’t” games? Does that make for a healthy communicative relationship? What truly poisons men, testosterone or these games? Just wondering…

Wow, Meg you told that idiot MAN a thing or two, “poisoned by testosterone” good one. LOL Maybe that jerk will get some sense and keep his stupid ideas off your Blog…

I must be daffy, JQ says women are the “fairer” sex, and Meg likes JQ, so as a term of endearment she calls the MAN who wrote these words (that would be JQ) a naïve ignorant testosterone poisoned person needing enlightenment That’s what Meg called JQ directly. Now the other slanders could be taken by JQ or just men in general.

Wow, that JQ guy is a glutton for punishment. With friends like Meg, he’ll think any woman is great. See in my little manly brain, FRIENDS DON’T CALL FRIENDS NASTY NAMES, something I learned as a wee little boy before testosterone poisoning scared me, called the GOLDEN RULE. I see lots of other names like jackass, childlike, blissfully ignorant, little mind, brain damage. But I don’t see any female self deprecation. Hmm. Me thinks it is unbalanced. A few less , male slurs and a few more female ones might make it more balanced and possibly humorous.I have some ideas to make it more balanced, but I’m too much of a gentleman to stoop to that level. Not offensive toward men? Now you're just bullshitting us Meg.

He called me that night and told me that he had written them all. I had felt quite badly after I read all of those "comments" That's because I actually thought people were all annoyed at me. I took the post down like an idiot. When he told me that he had written all of the comments...I put it back up. I won't be falling for that one again but he keeps on emailing me as though after 2 and a half years I can't figure out that he's the one doing it...especially after admitting to doing it once. After all this time I can tell a real comment from a JQ comment. What a moron. He wrote ALL of those while he was pretending to be my friend.

JQ...if you don't like what I write...you don't have to read it.

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Blogger Jaded said...

I find the comments really interesting because, in my opinion, you are an equal opportunity venter. I mean, you vent about something that pisses you off, yes, but it's just as often about how some females are unbelievable skanks as it is about some males being ignorant assholes. And you know what? Some men ARE childish, little minded, ignorant jackasses who cheat. But some women are vindictive, self-absorbed, narcissistic skanks who steal husbands. Both men and women have used their children as pawns in a power struggle with an ex. It's unfortunate that this happens, but it does, none the less. It never occured to me, personally, that you were including ALL men or ALL women in these characterizations...only the ones who fit. I'm not speaking against JQ, because I don't know him. I am only giving MY opinion of the things I've read here, and I think it's all been fair, and often in good fun.

I'm sorry to hear that your son's ex is playing these games with him and his kids. (He's a gorgeous, by the way, but being as old as I am, I still think he looks like a kid, so it was a motherly thing and not a lustful thing for me)You're right... at some point, those children will see the truth, then they'll end up on Dr. Phil trying to get their mother to see why they hate her. He just needs to keep loving them, seeing them as much as possible, and never say a harsh word against their mother in front of them. It will be hard to miss these young years with his kids, but they'll be with him for the rest of his life.

June 23, 2007  
Blogger Meg said...

Thank you Jaded, you seem to understand EXACTLY what my point was. Thanks for that.

Yep, the kids will see the truth eventually. But, it's hard to watch my son hurting when he misses his kids. He's such a good Daddy and he doesn't deserve this. You're so right about the advice you mentioned and I've told him the SAME thing...over and over again!!

Meg

June 23, 2007  
Blogger Meg said...

I assumed everyone knew that Manipulator Dude was JQ...it never occured to me that it was a secret, I thought it was a joke and that everyone knew that. Oh well, I guess they do now.

June 23, 2007  
Anonymous Jess said...

My ex-husband pretended to be a stranger. I write this now only to remind you, while you enjoy your time on the web and meet new people, remember there are real feelings behind that text you're reading. There are real people typing that text. Treat them good. Treat them as you'd want to be treated. YES, perhaps that is the old golden rule, but if you ask this lady, it is needed more today in this world than ever.

Compassion, think about it. It cost nothing to be kind.

Jess~

June 23, 2007  
Blogger SolarisGal said...

As for the hidden comments, I would not subscribe to that tactic because to me, it shows trickery, but this is my opinion. Personally, if I were to have a problem with a friend, initially I would try to talk to them - that is if I feel the relationship is worth saving.

Giving a friend who's upset lots and lots of space works wonders. I like to think: Leave them alone, eventually, she/he or I will get over it.

I would not email,leave hidden comments, or send anonymous emails, and I certainly would not leave telephone messages or try to get their attention some way or another or much worse- continue to pry and ask for explanations. To do so will most likely create more trouble and cause the cycle to continue. I can also see how someone may panic or feel hurt at the thought of losing a friendship and perhaps that explains the behavior behind the comments, etc, although I find that behavior odd, but that's me.

So, while I really do value my friendships, I also realize that a lost friendship has never given or taken away an extra hour of life from anyone. I guess this is where my tactic to save a friendship would differ.

The reality is that some of us here have lost a life long partner either from a lost marital relationship or in trust, and that experience must have been a lot more intense than a potential or the loss of a friendship - although ironically some of us here have been a lot more supportive than our former spouses. lol

June 24, 2007  
Blogger Meg said...

Yes, Sol, you've been more suuportive than my "soul mate" ever was. But then again, you ARE a friend. I mean that in the realest of ways...I like you and enjoy talking to you. I don't have to worry about coming across as "civil"...I can be myself and I enjoy the real you. That's what friends are.

Jess, I am sure that there are always feelings behind the words that people write. Lord knows that I've written some very angry stuff over the past 3 years. But, I never left the words behind anonymously, and I've never attempted to hurt anyone's feelings. That's not to say that I haven't...perhaps I have. But I never purposely set out to do so. Also, I've never left messages on a person's phone saying, "I know you're there, I just saw you online!" That's just a tad too much like stalking to me. Also, I've never demanded explanations from people that I don't really know just because I didn't get my own way. I owe nothing to people whom I don't know...other than what I owe to any other person that I don't know...live and let live. I expect the same in return. I haven't gone into everything that has occurred in this stupid situation because to do so WOULD be mean and nothing positive could come out of it.

One way or another, this blog is not a social etiquette manual...it's an outlet for my own feelings, no more no less. I don't pretend to be anything more than a flawed human. I admit that I can be a tad harsh...but that's not illegal and since this is America, I have every right to be myself. Also, there is no one in the world who HAS to come here and read my thoughts. I can't think of much dumber behavior than going out of your way to read someone else's words and then going out of your way AGAIN to tell the writer of the words how much you disagree with them.

OK...enough of that crap...I'm not about to waste any more time on this stupid situation.

Meg

June 24, 2007  
Blogger mylifeatfullspeed said...

I've been reading along, and really didn't feel the need to say anything so far. And I won't harp on this, I'm just tossing in my own comments.

Meg is absolutely 100% correct. About everything. It's her blog. She's in charge. She started it to vent her feelings and that is all she's done from the beginning. I believe she's also tried to prepare people for the times when she's feeling particularly hostile, which is more than we deserved.

Now, I can understand how some comments, taken by themselves, could make Meg look a bit extreme. But those of us who love Meg, take her as a whole woman. She's been hurt, she's gotten over it, she's living her life...and there are ups and downs to all of that. But each incident doesn't define Meg. Meg defines Meg. She makes herself stronger with each new shit thing that occurs in her life, and with each good thing that occurs. She takes life by the horns and challenges that sucker. She has the guts to live life, and to get to be a part of that we are privileged.

I know I have an advantage over some, I've actually sat down with Meg for a few hours and chatted. She is entertaining, intelligent, and interesting. I can read her writing and imagine the expression going along with it, or (if it's particularly hostile :) ) then I can imagine the caring person I met saying these things and wonder what in the world someone had to do to her to get her to feel that way.

Bottom line is...Meg, you are an inspiration to a lot of people. Anyone who doesn't agree, approve, enjoy or even understand...can sit and spin on it as they click that little "Next Blog" link at the top of the page.

Keep on bloggin' Meg!

:)

June 24, 2007  
Blogger Meg said...

Thank you so much for your kind words. Once again, you are a person who "gets it". I appreciate what you said and it's people like you who do keep me coming back day after day.

On a whim I've decided to paint my bedroom before the bed gets here so I'm out the door on my way to Home Depot to get the paint and crap to paint with. This could be a disaster...but I'm going to do it anyway. I asked a pro how much they charge and he said 2 bucks a square foot. That's a LOT of money. My mother always did the painting in our house when I was growing up and if she can do it, I'm sure that I can too. But, to be safe, I'll start in my room so maybe I'll learn something before I get to the common areas.

So, I'll be back after I get tired of painting...which could be in an hour or the middle of the night.

Hope you're all having a lovely weekend!!!

See ya,

Meg

PS, Girl, I love you!

June 24, 2007  
Blogger SolarisGal said...

Look- 4 months later and I come to realize that you were right about manipulator dude. Can you believe that on my Irongirl blog he had the audacity to use my experience with my cheating husband against me just to prove to the lying plagiarizing littleping that he supports her?
On my other "trekking" blog, he refered to a bunch of cheating mistresses (Fiona, who-me and others) as his "group". Therefore I made the decision to kick him out of my private blog.
Poor guy must be pussywhipped

October 12, 2007  
Blogger Meg said...

Don't feel too badly about that...I'm AMAZING when it comes to reading people. It's just a talent that I have and I'm USUALLY right on my first call.

This time I was oh, so sure of what I had said.

:)

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Thursday, June 21, 2007

You know...



...I've had a few people get annoyed with me over one thing or another as I've plodded to write my daily blog entries. They seem to inspire me. A while back someone told me...one time too many...to "Get over it." I didn't want to get over it then (2 years ago when I was rather annoyed at Rick) and I said so. Before you read this, I have to warn you, this is very offensive so don't read past this word if you are squeamish of mind:


PEOPLE THAT I HATE

My nasty, bald lying fuck of a husband for leaving me to rot in the foul house that he picked out and then stunk up with his nasty, pungent brand of body odor.

The sleazy trailer dwelling bimbo skank that he screwed before coming home to me and then left with to go live with his alcoholic thief of a putrid excuse for a mother.

My monster, moron step children that wiped big green snots all over my walls rather than getting their funky asses up off of a chair and looking for a Kleenex. May they grow up just as mindless and jockey short stained as their stupid, trashy father.

My anorexic sister-in-law who holds her cigarettes on her head like a smoke stack thinking that her spoiled children will be free from her foul, cigarette smelling breathe.

That idiot, slut of an ex wife that got pregnant just so that she could get married to someone, anyone...and then had two useless brats who could have only been brighter had they eaten lead-based paint chips.

The wastoid bastard of a kid that my bent dicked husband produced with his urine smelling mistress who single-handedly gives trailer dwelling bimbos a bad name. May it grow up to spit on it’s sex freak parents and do exactly as they do, making them proud to be sex freaks who pork each other in his mothers’ booze soaked bed.

All of the cavernous, fish smelling pussy’s that suck up the horny penis’s of STD ridden men who should be home with their wives.The pus filled penis’s that go poking around in search of any ulcer ridden female who will spread their fat, pudgy little legs for any other pus-filled penis that comes along. May they swap pus filled body fluids for their entire, disease ridden lives.

Politically correct, self-righteous slugs who like to make themselves look better than anyone else by acting all smug and holier than thou whenever people try to make jokes about anything that they consider "hallowed ground".

All of the stupid, mindless twits that tell me to “get over it”. May their spouses screw my husband or his psycho husband stealing pig twice before they even notice that they are not in the bed. I'll "get over it" when I damn well please and in the meatime, I will just finish this by saying:

To all of these trashy, pathetic, horny people who can’t keep their urine soaked pants on, I wish lives full of pus filled nights and drunken, drug induced days. May their sex organs rot with the flea bitten chancres of a thousand syphilis infected hookers. May they live long, despicable lives that only serve to pay them back for the pain and suffering that they and their miserable, “intense” sex partners inflict upon decent people. And may my husband die in pain with nothing left to fuck except for the moth eaten pussy of some trailer dwelling bimbo that he keeps in a jar for use when his twisted, herpes infected prick becomes hard. May that nasty, diseased prick explode with green, foul smelling pus when his toothless, bald bitch of a semi human wench takes it into what is left of her cracked, dried up mouth. May the last thing that he thinks in his immoral, waste of a life that proves that some people are better off aborted be the thought of how much longer he would have lived if he had never stepped foot into the dilapidated trailer of that funky, bleached blonde of a tramp who’s nasty, overused, stretched out pussy frightens most men, even gynecologists who want to put pictures of her funky self in books of “Things Most Doctors will Never Have the Misfortune to See.” And may she die with her green, rotting boobs folded into place and stuffed into her feces stained bra and itching the itch of the most diseased, necrotic, flea bitten pussy that has ever opened wide for a “One Size Fits All” fuck-athon. And, may the two of them rot in hell for eternity, knowing that they had a chance to live decent lives but chose instead to hump each other without considering that they might end up with their sex organs green and foul smelling from disease and overuse, and may his necrotic penis fall off in her putrid pussy. May he vomit in a projectile manner when the odor of her nasty self wafts over miles of barren Montana desert. May their deaths be applauded as numerous people are saved from the many diseases that the two of them have produced, both known and unknown.I'm much better now than I was when I wrote this.

I'm much better now.

At work, nurses ascribe to the 3 Second Rule. If we drop a pill, we can still give it to the patient as long as we pick it up within 3 seconds. A couple of weeks ago, I saw the MythBusters try to bust that myth and they couldn't! So, we quote MythBusters as we bend over to pick up a dropped pill. For my own personal use, I use the "Kissing it up to heaven" method of cleaning the stuff that I drop...if I kiss it up to heaven then the angels will clean it for me. I can't use that at work because I'm not sure if it would pass muster with the MythBusters. We need such scientific confirmation whenever we do anything...we can't just be feeding people dirty crap because we THINK that the angels will clean it up when we kiss it up to heaven, we have to use a tested method like the 3 Second Rule.

I don't know why I wanted to tell you that...I guess because I found it funny.

OK...now I have to play some more. Have fun...I'll be back in a bit!

Meg

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Blogger Limerick Gal said...

Meg, how did your date go?

June 22, 2007  
Blogger Meg said...

Just fine and dandy...we had a nice afternoon...he works nights too. I suppose he's sleeping now...I have to work tonight so I'll be sleeping tomorrow and then, I should see him again over the weekend sometimer. I need to find a few more...I have to have a disposable dude just in case I need one. Oh, I also need to find one who can fix stuff. I guess I need at least 3 of them...I'll have to get them soon.

:):):)

June 22, 2007  
Anonymous Anonymous said...

Ummm, What do you use the disposable one for and exactly how do you dispose of him?

You never dated Jimmy Hoffa, did you?

June 22, 2007  
Blogger Meg said...

Disposable guys are those that can easily walk and when they do, it's not a huge problem. I say disposable as opposed to a keeper...you know, kind of like man use women for sex only I just use them for home repairs.

:):):)

June 22, 2007  
Anonymous Anonymous said...

So then a keeper is a guy you use for sex and other useful guys are disposable. Right?

June 23, 2007  
Blogger Meg said...

JQ, you need to shut the fuck up. I get it, you have no sense of humor. Now...get lost. None of youre comments will be posted anymore. You're a jack ass.

Meg

June 23, 2007  

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This is my SINGLE son...

with his baby girl:

And here he was in high school:



He's not here so the best I could do is take pictures of his pictures. Now I have to go, I have a date!!!
See ya!
Meg


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Blogger Limerick Gal said...

Nice!

June 21, 2007  
Blogger Eliza Doolittle said...

Meg -

I think LG meant to say, and I say this on behalf of women everywhere....

HOT!

Which is probably the wrong thing to say to someone's mother....

June 21, 2007  
Blogger Meg said...

No, he was beautiful the day he was born and he still is...I'm aware of it.

Mommy

June 21, 2007  
Blogger Limerick Gal said...

Still drooling here........

June 22, 2007  
Anonymous Anonymous said...

good looking, but what about the child? Did it's mother pass away? if not, why hasn't he accepted the responsibility to marry & make a decent family. Our country and society needs more people to step up & make the full commitment. I wish him lots of luck!

September 05, 2008  
Anonymous Anonymous said...

^^^^^People like this should NOT have access to a PC. They can "PC" right in their own homes and leave the rest of us the fuck out of it.

Hot young guy. Beautiful child. Obviously the genes came from your side......
TW

May 16, 2012  
Blogger Meg Kelso said...

Thanks, yeah, he's lovely. He tried to marry the chick but she dumped on him after the baby was married...another attempt at parental alienation but he took her to court so many times she's afraid to fuck with him anymore.

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Have you ever seen…

…a dog with a bone? Long after all the marrow is gone, the dog will chew on the bone and there’s not a thing that you can say to it that will make the stupid dog put the bone down. So, you just leave the dog alone with the bone and go make a steak. I’d rather eat steak than chew on a bone so I’m going to do just that.

I’ve decided to buy myself a bed for my birthday. I found the perfect one:

http://www.timber-creek.com/furniture_store/product.php?productid=22&cat=10&page=1

I think I’ll like that bed, don’t you? I bet I might even have some fun in it someday. Tonight I’ll have to have fun in my old bed…my son has fallen asleep on my couch. I’ve been up cleaning house all night and it’s almost time for me to crawl into my bed.

It occurred to me that I need to buy new furniture soon. I hadn’t thought about it, but the stuff that I have is getting old. It takes me a couple of years to refurnish a house because I can never find exactly what I want so I keep looking. Even if I don’t know what I’m looking for, I’ll know it when I see it. My living room already has some Southwestern stuff so I think I’ll just get a few new things for that room but I’ll do the bedrooms over completely. I want to do them all in cabin furniture…like the stuff that they had in the cabin that I went to last winter.

That way, if the electricity ever goes out…I can pretend that I’m Abe Lincoln’s mother or something like that. It won’t be so bad at all. I’ll have to get lanterns and other things that you’d have in the olden days. That’d be so cool.

And if ever I win the lottery, I can buy one of those cabins and I’ll already have the furniture. That’d be really cool.

Oh well, tonight the best that I can do is go to bed and think about it. There’s no TV in my room and there isn’t a man in my room so all I can do is lie there and think about stuff.

Oops, before I buy a bed I have to go see my daughter in LA. She’s trying to get me a room in Santa Monica…I bet I can have some fun there…dontcha think? My daughter said that she’d let me know when she’d be able to find me a room at a reasonable rate so I need to be ready to buy the tickets when she gives me the word.

Well, I’ve decided that I’m getting really tired so I’m gonna go to bed but I’ll be back as soon as I get up so don’t go far.

See ya,

Meg

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Anonymous Anonymous said...

Meg, now that we've seen your daughter (who looks just like you!), how's about posting some pics of your son???? That way if he's hot, we'll know & appreciate more what you've produced for woman-kind!

BTW.......is he single??

June 21, 2007  
Blogger Karin's Korner said...

Meg - I LOVE LOVE LOVE that bed!! And, yes I can imagine that you could and WILL have some fun in and on it :) KUDO'S to you!!

June 21, 2007  
Blogger Meg said...

Oh...he's hot. Just a sec.

Meg

June 21, 2007  

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Wednesday, June 20, 2007

This is why...

...I stay so confused. Even after I attempt to make my silly little blog appear to be light and rather amusing, I get this:

I'm not in a joking or learning mode, please stay back 100 feet to avoid collateral damage. (NO JOKE!)

Well then, you would think that one would avoid a place where others are joking if they weren’t in a joking mood. You wouldn’t expect them to come to:

“…a place where you can just talk dribble and not have it taken too seriously…”

But then again, I guess maybe I did belabor the point. BUT...that was before I saw this:

“…do you really think I deleted the comment so you could repost it? or belabor it? Jeez..”

Yeah…jeez.

So then he makes me an offer:

"...Meg, if you want to teach me something how about I send you my 91 page court order and you can teach me how to get all the assholes to do what it says. Otherwise master sayeth further naught..."

Further naught? What the hell does that mean?

I’m so misunderstood. Or…maybe naught….maybe it's all just a “good diversion”. Or so sayeth Manipulator Dude:

"...Glad you're laughing Meg, but it wasn't a joke, but once again a good diversion. It has served you well. It reminds me of a game I've seen too often in others, so I've grown tired of it..."

Ooh, methinks I have been insulted by someone who needs a quarter. So, Dude, here’s a quarter…can you guess the next line? It involves a phone…and someone who cares. Anyway, from what am I diverting you? You give me so much credit…I thanketh thee for that.

I don't think that you're being totally honest, Manipulator Dude…at least not when you say:

I appreciate GOOD humor as much as the next guy.

I honestly don’t know if it’s just that I’ve gotten older or if I’ve always been this good at sizing people up. Of course it’s possible that the people are getting worse at trying to annoy me. One way or another, I am able to read people so well that it’s frightening.

People usually treat the ones that they love as they would like to be treated. That’s how we decide how to treat those that we love. Conversely, when someone wants to fuck with your head, they use the same crap that would bother them. That’s how we decide how to treat people we don’t like. And usually it’s something lame like:

“…It reminds me of a game I've seen too often in others, so I've grown tired of it…”

Now, that was a totally wasted cut…it was wasted because Manipulator Dude would be bothered by that…I wouldn’t. Nasty emails have never bothered me, I’m more annoyed by SPAM. It would bother Manipulator Dude because he’s taking himself far too seriously. If I wanted to take myself seriously over the terms of my divorce I wouldn’t have had time to write this sardonic piece of work that I call a blog.

But, it seems that Manipulator Dude has taken to writing nasty comments about things that I write in humor because he takes it so personally…and what do we know about his person? We know that he takes it far too seriously. If he wants to be nasty…he can do so. But, in his nastiness he has tipped his own hand. And although he hasn’t yet learned what bothers me…I know what bothers him. So, I have a few things to say to him.

First of all…blow me.

Next, if there’s anything about me or my blog that you don’t like…fuck off. You don’t have to come here. I’ve been writing this blog for a very long time. Whay makes you think that it’s within your purview to come here and leave nasty comments about posts that offend you? Why don’t you grab your Bible and tell me that what I’m doing is immoral? Your judgment is no less out of bounds than a book burner would be at a library. And you don’t even have half the honesty that a book burner has…at least they show up in person.

You have been hiding behind anonymous comments and the only anonymous emails that I’ve ever, ever received. I guess you are good with computers. Of course, most nerds are. But most of them are also rather nice guys…you don’t seem like a very nice person. But, even so…I’m going to do you a favor. I’m going to tell you something that I doubt anyone else has had the courage or the concern to tell you.

Would you like to know why people don’t want to speak to you? It’s because you talk so much without giving the other person a chance to say anything and it’s impossible to get you off of the phone within 3 hours. That’s an awfully long time to listen to someone who doesn’t listen back. There…you know the truth. Good luck with that.

You should have left it at, “You have an enchanting smile.”

So, back to people with a sense of humor…NOW…how are you guys doing? Ya still here? Cool. Me too.

OK. My takeover of Solaris is now complete. She has totally succumbed to me and she has done so willingly:

“…Accept me, accept me, accept me as your mini me, for I too want to rule half the world ...mold every malleable woman’s mind into an evil scorned empire!!!…”

And now people are beginning to realize that they are yielding to SOLARIS:

*OMG!!!* I just quoted Solaris. Does that mean I am a mini Solaris???


NO! Solaris is now under my spell. it is really ME that you are surrendering to…you are becoming one of…MEG’S BITCHES!

Tee hee.

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Blogger Lynn said...

Blogs are like TV and Radio. If you don't like what you are hearing or seeing change the channel. You are not being forced to read her blog or anyones. I personally look forward to reading Meg's blog and it doesnt matter if I agree with her or not. I must say I have caught myself laughing out loud at my desk many times. So take a xanax and calm down dude.

June 20, 2007  
Blogger kissmekate said...

*evil chuckle* Nya Nya Nya * evil chuckle*

Just imagine Meg the trouble you and your followers could cause for all wopigs? Imagine what it would be like with numerous followers?

Those wopigs would be running for cover because of the following of the law abiding bitter women adding their two cents worth to the ongoing problem of flea infested twats.

Oh hang on......you don't need evil bitter, twisted women to help fight the ongoing plague of fleas..........SOCIETY cant stand them either!!!

Now I need to have a cup of coffee...too early in the morning for me!

June 20, 2007  
Blogger SolarisGal said...

*Solarisgal is seen with a stern yet entranced look on her face*

Master....

I think it's high time we fuck with someone.... but with who?

Let us begin by taking a trip to Australia to clean the shit that seems to be plaguing the "down under"....

would you not agree.... my lord?

Or shall we begin with Rogers Cardenheds and his pitiful excuse for a blog....?

My feudal superior....
your wish......
is my command....

June 20, 2007  
Blogger Meg said...

Ah, we shan't bother Mr. Cadenhead until he bothers us...or cheats on his wife...in which case we shall attack him with all the ferocity of a lioness who is annoyed at something...I'm not sure what...but she would be pissed. Surely we can find a much more deserving target...and I shall think about that one...although a certain wopig is winning in the race to be our chosen enemy.

In the meantime, I have something else to discuss...so please, for now simply repeat this mantra at night before you fall asleep:

I love myself I think I'm grand
I go to the movie and I hold my hand.
I put my arm around my waste
And when I get fresh I slap my face
I'm a nut.

I slay me.

Meg

June 20, 2007  
Blogger kissmekate said...

Meg and Sol I am laughing my ass off!!!

You two crack me up!

June 21, 2007  
Blogger Meg said...

Ooh, I found the rest of that song!

I'm a Nut:

I'm a little acorn round,
Lying on the cold cold ground,
Somebody came and stepped on me,
That is why I'm cracked you see,
I'm a nut,(clap, clap) in a rut,(clap, clap) I'm crazy.

Called myself up on the phone,
Just to see if I was home,
Asked myself out for a date,
Gotta be ready by half past eight!
I'm a nut,(clap, clap) in a rut,(clap, clap) I'm crazy.

I love myself I think I'm grand
I go to the movie and I hold my hand.
I put my arm around my waste
And when I get fresh I slap my face
I'm a nut.

June 21, 2007  
Anonymous Anonymous said...

I know another version of that song:

Im a little coconut,
Lying on the coco-ground,
everybody steps on me,
that is why I'm nuts you see.

Chorus:

I'm a nut I'm a nut I'm crazy.
I'm a nut I'm a nut I'm crazy.

Called myself up on the phone,
just to see if I'm at home,
Asked myself out on a date,
I've gotta date at half past eight!

Chorus.

Took myself to the picture show,
Sat right down on the very front row,
Put my arms around my waist,
Kissed my cheek and slapped my face!

Chorus!

Bought some flowers from the store,
Told myself I wanted more,
Thats when i broke up with me,
Now I'm a nut whos living free!

Chorus!

I'm a nut, I'm a nut I'm lonely,
I'm a nut, I'm a nut I'm lonely,
Wonder if I'll take me back,
Settle down and buy a cat.

June 30, 2007  

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Tuesday, June 19, 2007

Damn it...

...I'm a bad example. Oh well, I was so trying to be an excellent example. I was trying ever so hard to teach through my kindness, my patience and my undying sympathy for cheaters. I used every fiber of my being in my unremitting quest to be more like Mother Teresa than any other scorned woman on the planet.

I wanted so much to be judged for the saintly behavior that I exhibited back in January 2005 when I began this blog with these words..."There were many signs that my husband was cheating on me again but when he started brushing his teeth on a daily basis, I knew something was up." Can't you just see the compassion in my words? The selflessness in my theme? The consideration in my punctuation?

I hope so. And why do I hope so? Because I want to be a good example for Solaris. That's all I've ever wanted and it's the main reason behind this blog. Discussing Rick was just a ruse, a scam, a hoax. My subterfuge has known no end in the perpetual pursuit of my purpose...which is and always has been, simply to be a good example to Solaris.

Solaris, I've been found out and for that I don't apologize. But, I honestly thought that I would be able to propogate this ploy for a few more years before someone caught on to me. I contemplated many topics for the fake blog before I finally settled on the Divorcing Rick idea. I knew damn well that your husband would cheat on you with some bimbo who should know better, even though he didn't start fucking her until the following year. So, I cooked up this entire scam just to be waiting for you when you went searching for blogs to read...I knew that sooner or later you would come to mine. To be honest with you, I was lying in wait.

And why? All so that I could be...a...good...example....for...you. I knew that your pliable brain would bend to my subtle manipulation. I knew that you were nothing but a blank slate...an Etch-A-Sketch for me to "etch" on as I turned the knobs of your soul. And now, the entire world knows and I'm GLAD!!!! For once I can tell you what I've wanted to tell you ever since the day that you finally stepped into my lair...you must be more like me. I'm doing all I can to suck you in...girl, won't you be me?

After you learn how to act like me, we can lure more women to act like US! We can begin a cult of evil scorned women. You know how stupid women are...surely we can bend the minds of all of them. HA! Those maleable fools...they are putty in my hands.

But for now all I need is to be a good example to Solaris...through hell or high water (whatever that means). I have devoted so much of my life to teaching her how to be like me that I don't have anything else better to do. I wouldn't know what else to do, I so need her to be like me. Solaris, do you hear me? You must be like me. I hear that you are already starting to act like me. Apparently it's so obvious that others are picking up on it. Soon even your own family won't recognize you any longer. They'll wonder why you're suddenly worth having around. Why you finally aren't such a bore. Why all of a sudden you have things to talk about...memories that make you what you are...pleasant stories that only they share.

They'll love the new you...Lord knows it's been working so damned well for me.

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Blogger Karin's Korner said...

I knew it Meg!! I just knew it. I started reading or at least responding before Solaris and I knew even back then, you were waiting for her.....slinking and slitering around....waiting and watching....wondering just how long it would take to get her into your blogland. HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHHA She got ya Solaris!!!

And this is why I love this blog!!

June 19, 2007  
Blogger SolarisGal said...

*Solarisgal walks in with an entranced look on her face*

Hey girlie girl, what is all this talk about me? Has some nitwit jackass been bothering you? Let me take care 'em for ya okay? I'm fucking good at this. Its what friends are for.

*Solaris wakes up from being entranced***

where am I?... My head hurts and I feel...nervous...

*Goes back to being entranced*

Shhhhit... I hate anxiety. That's why God made Xanax. I gotta suck my coffee and make sure I take them suckers before my hot date tonight. Wouldn't want to give another one of those sex rainchecks.

* wakes up again from being entranced*

Wow, man, what are these pills... What am I doing... This is so twilight zone...

*goes back to being entranced*
You know.... Back when I did my time in Gogia, I exchanged kotex for cigarettes.... *lights up and takes a puff* I mean, why in the fuck did I need all those Kotex's for?!?
***wakes up from trance ***

I could have sworn I bought a pack of Ko... Newports?...what the hell is this?
***goes back to being entranced***
I hate Jjjjjjjj Rrrrrr. Jjjjjjjjjef. Riiiiiiiiick.
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......
*
Solaris falls down on her knees and yells*
OH MEGGETH. I aspire to be like you... I accept!!! *rips jacket open and and cries as thunder is heard in the background*

Accept me,accept me, accept me as your mini me, for I too want to rule half the world ...mold every malleable womans mind into an evil scorned empire!!!

June 19, 2007  
Anonymous Manipulator Dude said...

Wow, you've out done yourself, can a Pulitzer be far behind?

June 19, 2007  
Blogger karmawendy said...

What's the scoop? I assume you've heard from CL and it doesn't sound pretty!

June 19, 2007  
Anonymous Anonymous said...

Packs everyone a big fat cone of maryjane and passes it to the left.
Makes a big tray of hundreds and thousands on a soft fresh white bread and passes them to the right.

I can only speaketh for me eth but a blog is a place we dribble, vent, bitch moan then get on with reality. A blog is like a convo with ya mate who knows when to listen and when to comment, a good mate only hands out advise if your asking for it. It's a place where you can just talk dribble and not have it taken too seriously. Or atleast thats how I see it.
Okay whos got the bong ? and share those sandwiches LOL

June 19, 2007  
Blogger kissmekate said...

Oh now I am feeling REALLY left out. I though it was me you picked!

But when you ladies decide to give classes let me know and I'll be there.

On the other hand mistresses ARE like one another.....low life dick sucking scum with flea infested twats.

*OMG!!!* I just quoted Solaris. Does that mean I am a mini Solaris???

June 20, 2007  
Anonymous Anonymous said...

Thourght I say hello to my mate Stephanie and I pass the bong back to er!

June 21, 2007  
Blogger Anne Arky said...

Meg,
When I was a teenager, I was routinely accused of being a bad influence on my female friends, almost to a one. It was really quite hilarious, actually, because I was (and pretty much remain) the poster child for Goody Two Shoes, and all the mothers who accused me of corrupting their little darlings had little darlings who had done then things that I haven't done YET! The worst thing anyone could have ever convicted me of was having a very spicy vocabulary, but I certainly had sense enough not to display my profane prowess in the presence of the parents -- that is to say, when we were introduced, I refrained from saying things like, "Damn glad to meet you. How the fuck are you?"

June 24, 2007  
Blogger Meg said...

Knowing you the way I do, Anne, I think that your friends probably used you as an excuse more than you would have ever known. THEY knew what a goody two shoes you were (as do I) and to THEM you seemed like a safe lie for the folks. Then, when they got into trouble doing something "with you", the parents blamed you. I can't imagine any other reason that a parent wouldn't want you around their kids. Maybe one, but not a group of them.

Yes, I can't certainly testify that Anne is, in fact, a goody two shoes. But, I love her anyway.

Meg

June 24, 2007  

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Monday, June 18, 2007

Seinfeld Trivia Quiz

1. Who did George’s mother always wanted him to be more like?

2. What is Kramer’s mother’s name?

3. What was the virgin’s name?

4. What happened to Jerry on June 29th, 1980?

5. What holiday did George’s parents celebrate with a pole?

6. What did Puddy do for a living?

7. During what movie did Jerry and his girlfriend make out, making his parents angry?

8. Who did Jerry turn in for shoplifting?

9. What was Jerry’s father’s name?

10. What was George’s large coat made of?

11. What was the name of the book that George was supposed to read for his book club?

12. Who wanted Jerry to take him to dinner in exchange for an Armani suit?

13. What tool did George use to get the layer of “film” off of pudding?

14. What game did George play with the Bubble Boy?

15. What song did Jerry sing to distract him from the naked lady that Kramer was looking at?

16. Where did Uncle Leo’s son work?

17. Which main character did not appear in the first episode of Seinfeld?

18. What did Kramer drop into a man during surgery?

19. What did the vanity license plate on Kramer’s car accidentally say?

20. What movie were the gang headed to see when they became stuck in the Chinese restaurant?

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Sunday, June 17, 2007

My feet are on fire…

…but I’m finally home after a very long night at work and I can’t wait to go to sleep and stay asleep until I wake up alone, no alarm, no son and no dog. I don’t remember the last time I did that. I miss sleep…I really do.

I worked on the oncology unit last night and that’s always a bit depressing. I met a lovely lady with whom I’d love to be friends…I gave her my number and I hope she calls me. I spoke to her a LOT last night and she’s just the type of person who would make a great friend for me. We have a lot in common and I really enjoyed speaking to her.

I told her about my cancer and my ex-husband. I also told her about the blog, about when I used to do stand-up comedy, the movies that I’ve been in and even about cheating on the Millionaire test that I flunked. She said that I made her feel like there was hope for her and that made me feel good.

I had a patient last night who’s family was dreadfully unrealistic about her future…to the point of doing EVERYTHING they possibly can do to keep her alive...to a dreadful extreme.


I’ve occasionally come across people that are like that. They’re rare and far between but they’re out there. Usually the patient themselves take care of those decisions before it gets to that point but all too often they never discuss it at all. That’s so sad because when the family has to decide what should be done, there are far too many feelings that go along with the choices that they make.

Rarely does the entire family agree. Leaving such decisions to family members who have to live with those decisions is quite unfair. Whatever they do, there’s always the chance that someone will hold it against them. A grieving loved one may not have the patient’s wishes in mind and they could easily make decisions out of false hope and desperation. (The lady who said that I gave her hope has a reason to be optimistic…the other lady did not.) Leaving such choices to a family who is mourning the inevitable passing of a loved one is sort of asking for trouble. Under the best of circumstances the loved one is left with a horrible decision to make and then they have to live with that choice, as will the entire family.

What I find particularly appalling is a family who goes AGAINST the wishes of the patient. That happens occasionally and it’s an atrocious thing to be a part of. It doesn’t matter what legal documents the patient has left behind, if the next of kin wants to struggle tooth and nail to keep someone alive…they do it. Unfortunately, in our litigious society, the doctors must listen to the person who is still alive and able to hire an attorney. What happens to the patient is absolutely scandalous. It's truly obscene to go to gruesome extremes, but it does happen.

Most people don’t end up on an array of tubes and machines overnight…it’s something that happens slowly and over the course of a long, drawn out illness. That’s why it’s smart to list exactly what you would want the medical people to do for you. For example, one person might want a tube feeding and another might just want IV fluids. One might want a respirator and another just oxygen. Perhaps a person does want all of the possible efforts to be made and another might say, “Just let me go when they come for me.” As unpleasant as the prospect of considering such a subject is, it’s nothing compared to what a family goes through when someone thinks with his or her heart while they should be using their brain.

Most of the time doctors and nurses totally respect whatever decisions the patient and/or family make…but when it goes to an excessive lengths, they start to get a bit appalled. I was a bit appalled last night…as was the doctor that I spoke to this morning.

One thing that I’ve learned is that there’s some degree of ignorance out there. I had one guy who wouldn’t make a decision nor would his family. The entire unit was aware of the difficulty that we were having in trying to get that guy to sign a DNR. (Do Not Resuscitate) The doctor had spoken to the family and they wouldn’t even consider such a notion. Their rationale had to do with their religion...or their interpretation of it. One morning the doc waited until the family left and then he went in to speak to the patient himself. The doctor asked me to go in with him since it was my patient that day and he wanted a witness.

The doctor explained what a DNR was and what the alternatives were. He discussed the machines that the patient would need to feed him, breathe for him, dialyze him and so on. To my horror, the patient asked, “Are these machines too big to carry? Could I fit them in my pocket?” The doctor finally got the point across to him and of course he chose the reasonable thing to do and that was that. Or so I thought.

Right after the doctor and I came out of the room, the man actually did go into cardiac arrest. There was a patient care tech at that end of the hall who was aware of the trouble that we had with the family…but she didn’t know that we had settled the issue. No one did, it had just happened. So, she called a code.

As the code team ran down the hall toward the patient’s room I saw the family coming back. They got to the patient’s room as I was trying to stop the code team from coding that man. They couldn’t understand why I was stopping them. But I had to, it was a doctors order.
That was certainly an extreme case but it illustrates the mentality of some people. These people happened to be hill people…deep, deep in the hills people. But you can find ignorance everywhere.

Maintaining a professional, non-biased attitude is easy enough but it doesn’t change what’s going on. It’s an awful situation to be in, especially when you know that what you’re doing is the wrong thing to do. I just hope that someone gets through to the family of my patient from last night before it’s too late and she ends up on even more machines than she’s on now.

Oh well, there’s nothing I can do about it now. But…I can certainly think about something positive…like my new friend. I hope I get to know her for a long, long time.

Ciao!

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Blogger Eliza Doolittle said...

I'm all about quality of life. Having watched my grandfather's slow decline due to Alzheimer's and my former boyfriend's mother pass away (over the span of fourteen days) I do firmly believe one should have the right to have a DNR that is un-overturnable, one should have the right to end one's life in the face of terminal illness, etc.,etc. But I think I've told you this before.

Megster - Topamax - I'm on it for migraines, low dose. Medical literature says it doesn't at low dose iterfere with b/c. I am not so sure. I'm on every three month b/c pills...and low and behold...who started this morning, two months early? Yeah....so I have a call into my obgyn to ask...know anyone in that area you could ask?

June 17, 2007  
Blogger Meg said...

Let me ask tomorrow when I go in...I'll walk through the ER and ask a doc for you. I should have an answer Tuesday am.

Meg

June 17, 2007  

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Saturday, June 16, 2007

Well...

...this has been an interesting night. After an evening in which my son seems to have totaled his second car in as many months....I ended up with a man much younger than myself. Actually, he's not all that young himself, he's thirty seven. But, apparently he feels as though it's enough of a difference to make me Sugar Momma material. It's really rather cute if you think about it.

I don't know how long he'll bother trying, but it is fun to watch him as he does. I just grin because I've got this one pegged...it's so nice not to be young and stupid anymore. I don't know how young I would have had to be to be with someone so bad at playing a chick. He keeps talking...and I know that every word out of his mouth is a lie. He's not even good at it. He just sort of wings it...kinda lies by ear. That's not real bright because you can't cover up some mistep very well. If you're going to lie, you should lie about something you know...well.

This one didn't even stop to see if his story made sense. Let's see, he was shooting pool with one chick and all of a sudden, some other psycho chick from hell shows up and starts telling him that he has no business talking to the girl he's playing pool with. "Can you imagine? She got angry and I didn't even know her!"

When he realized how dumb that sounded, he tried to call an audible but it was too late. I decided to break off the deafening awkwardness and began a new thread of my own...only, it was the truth. Yes, I recovered the man's fumble...only because it was embarrassing for him and that made it uncomfortable for me. And there's no reason whatsoever for me to be uncomfortable. I think far few people are concerned with another's comfort anymore. That's why all this rude behavior has got to be stopped.

Oh well, I'll do my own part to make the planet more comfortable...just by being my sweet self. HUGE GRIN.

Well, I think I"m going to go to bed now...have a loverly day!

Meg

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Blogger SolarisGal said...

I say play him! *wink* It's your turn to play with men - let this one continue to make a fool out of himself.

June 16, 2007  
Blogger Meg said...

O I is doll, I is.

June 16, 2007  
Anonymous Anonymous said...

You bad, bad, girls...

Innocent men, like innocent women do not deserve to pay for the sins of their gender. Shame, shame, shame on you.

Make Love, not war, not games. Punish the guilty, not the innocent. That's my motto.

And before you tell me he had this unbelievable story, I'd like you to tell me you never laid out a whopper in your life...

And just how harmful was this story, as bad as cheating? Not even close. Give the guy a break if you ever expect to get one.

June 17, 2007  
Blogger Meg said...

Dude, don't you know humor when you see it? The guy is as cute as a button and I like him anyway. Of course the lying isn't as bad as cheating and I always treat people the way I'd like to be treated.

The lies are harmless. It's the constant on and on nature and the lack of creativity that annoys me. Of course I've lied before. I like to think that I'm above that at this point in my life.

I still say that there was a time in my life when I wpould have bought his BS, hook line and sinker. I AM glad that I've gotten better at spotting the lies, though.

Meggers

June 17, 2007  
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June 17, 2007  
Blogger SolarisGal said...

JQ - Meg is a comedian, I was trying (albeit poorly) to expound on her joke. I don't understand, what "bad" example are you referring to?

I think you missed the point. She said that she's JOKING and that she's NOT going to play with his feelings.

As for the "bad" example, I do not see what you are referring to, but it doesn't matter JQ, because the reality is that I'm not a child. In fact, I have a birthday coming up late this month.

JQ - really relax. Everybody who regularly visits here has gone or is going through some bad patches in life. Take it easy, okay? Everything is okay, rest assure - you have my word, that no one here is out to get anyone. Well at least not you. lol

June 17, 2007  
Blogger Meg said...

Girl...we do NOT need to explain ourselves to anyone...much less some manipulative dude that we've never met. Let's have fun and let him have his...as long as he's in another state we're golden. I know this isn't the first time he's heard the word manipulative used towards him...it's pretty blatant.

Meg

June 17, 2007  
Blogger JQ75 said...

Oh SolarisGal, I always mean "girl" in a nice way, it's less wordy than "young woman" and certainly more complementary than "old lady" (not that I'd ever call you that). Aren't you calling yourself a "Gal"?

Hey Sol, let me suggest that BOTH our stressful lives are making us a bit too uptight. We both need to relax, will you try too?

Take care "girls"...

June 18, 2007  
Blogger SolarisGal said...

JQ - in the comment that you deleted (I don't know why) - you said that you are concerned that Meg is setting a bad example for Solarisgal.
Now what I meant to say was that I'm old enough to make my own decisions.
So if I want to imitate her "bad example" so be it.
This has nothing to do with girl hag or gal.

Now like blogger S* once said,"
Moan moan bitch bitch harumph HARUUUMPHHHHHH".

Here Meg, take your mike back - for my comedy so sucks ass.

June 18, 2007  
Blogger Meg said...

Oh, as JQ so silently put forth in an email...IOt's not comedy...it's just what I say when I get called on something." LOLOLOLOLOLOL.

You're doing fine grasshopper. Stay tuned and I shall teacheth thee ever so much more.

Meggeth the Bad Example

June 19, 2007  
Blogger JQ75 said...

I'm not in a joking or learning mode, please stay back 100 feet to avoid collateral damage. (NO JOKE!)

Meg sometimes there is a reason for silence. Glad you're laughing Meg, but it wasn't a joke, but once again a good diversion. It has served you well. It reminds me of a game I've seen too often in others, so I've grown tired of it.

SolarisGal, do you really think I deleted the comment so you could repost it? or belabor it? Jeez. Besides I addressed this from every conceivable angle in email. Didn't "I was teasing, the only thing bad is how you've been treated, I know of nothing bad in you at all" cover that?

Meg, if you want to teach me something how about I send you my 91 page court order and you can teach me how to get all the assholes to do what it says. Otherwise master sayeth further naught. As in the final line of an affidavit.

My latest post isn't a joke either. I appreciate GOOD humor as much as the next guy. but not now. PLEASE, I'm asking nicely and hope for a similar response.

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Friday, June 15, 2007

Oh my word...

...A while back, I heard on the news that Ireland is banning the word “brainstorming” because it may offend epileptics. But, don’t worry, they have a replacement idiom for those who might dare to brainstorm and then discuss it.... “Thought showers.” Some of you have heard this story as well and the rest of you are thinking that I must be making this up. Oh, I wish I were...it’s pretty funny until you realize that someone is serious about this. They took time out of the job that they get paid to do and they made the decision that to brainstorm was an offensive thing. Well, I submit that these people have a brain cloud and far too much spare time on their hands.

Besides, they have stopped far short of their mission. There is still the possibility that some thoughtless dietician might see fit to serve kidney beans to a dialysis patient or liver and onions to someone with sclerosis. And how dare we worry about the “legs” on our tables while so many people have casts on their own lower appendages. We should have “artichoke focal points” and “lady digits” in case an arthritic cardiac patient should read a menu. While we make those changes, we should also strike sweet onions (diabetics), Po’ Boys (welfare recipients) and jelly rolls (men with love handles) as well.

We also need to stop using terms like “Flaky Pastry Dough, that one offends me personally, “pot roast”...might give the kids ideas...and one more thing: Don’t you think that “fruit” and “nuts” are outmoded, archaic utterances? And how could we be so insensitive as to use the word “bladder” right out loud instead of “receptacle of a liquid” while so many women are buying Depends nowadays? And you know, I have hay fever, I resent being given a “nose gay”...what would a lesbian with a cold think of such a thing?

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

There is very little verbal territory that wouldn’t be offensive to someone, I think we should use hand signals from now on rather than to risk being attacked by daily onslaughts of such dogmatist terms as short ribs, ugly ducklings and heavy duty. Of course, be careful what letters you use, some of them may be gang signs...not to mention the FINGER!

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

What an interesting world it is that we live in.

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

Have a lovely evening!

Meg

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Blogger Lara Croft said...

People choose to be offended and that's their right as its my right to say what I effin like LOL.

I like to say, i am offended you are offended !

June 15, 2007  
Blogger Meg said...

zactly

June 16, 2007  
Blogger JQ75 said...

Hardly believing my Irish brethren could possibly be that uptight, I did a little research and found this term originated in Belfast Northern Ireland.

It was intended as a PC alternative, not as banning the word brainstorm.

Well I, like my Republic of Ireland relatives, look forward to the reunification of the Emerald Isle, I just figure something like this had to come from some uptight British aristocrat living in that British controlled colony. (No offense to you Lara/Kate, or the Queen of England).

Anyone whose spent any time in the Republic of Ireland will find the people just aren't that uptight.

June 17, 2007  
Blogger JQ75 said...

Yep sure enough, looking a little further, I found an article in a UK newspaper, attributing "thought showers" to a UK government Teachers Training Agency who was worried that the term "brainstorming" could be offensive.

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Alrighty then...

Here's my beautiful daughter:







And me...do you think that we look alike? People always tell us that we do, but it's hard for US to see it.








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Blogger Lara Croft said...

oh my god yes you are soooooooooo alike, i bet she is the spitting image of you at her age!
Is the word spitting offensive thesedays :-)

June 15, 2007  
Blogger Donna said...

OMG: she is absolutely gorgeous (as are you)... You do look just alike, but I know it's hard to see. I have a sister that everyone (even her grandkids) has a hard time telling us apart, but we really don't see it. Does your son look like you too?

Meg, have a wonderful weekend, and if the creepy guy turns up again, call the cops. Don't give him the 'benefit of the doubt' or any other BS. Call the cops. Boot his happy ass out of your life.

June 15, 2007  
Blogger SolarisGal said...

Hi there!! Yes, your daughter looks identical to you.

June 15, 2007  
Blogger Meg said...

Everyone says we look alike, but I've seen his father and he looks just like him. His daughter looks more like me than he does. I'll find a pic of him as well.

June 16, 2007  
Blogger karmawendy said...

She has your lovely smile!

June 16, 2007  
Blogger Meg said...

She does? Damn...just when I thought that I'd have it patented!!!

You guys are too sweet. She is a sweetie on top of being so pretty. What a lovely girl she is. And, to think, I didn't want any girls because I was a afraid of getting a little me!

June 16, 2007  
Blogger Meg said...

It's funny, I look at the pictures and I can see that she has my smile, my cheeks, my nose, my chin, maybe even a bit of my eyes...but then they still don't look alike to me. One of them is me and the other one is her.

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You know, the more I think about it, the more I realize that I made a HUGE mistake by marrying this one.

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Blogger Walt said...

Indeed, love is blind. You have my deepest sympathy.

June 15, 2007  
Blogger Lara Croft said...

LOL Megs

June 15, 2007  
Blogger Meg said...

I knew love was blind...but I didn't realize that it was such a moron.

June 15, 2007  
Blogger JQ75 said...

Didn't you say something about alcohol making him look better? That would explain extra blindness and moron.

But why, oh why, are you thinking about it more?

June 15, 2007  
Blogger Meg said...

I'm not...I just came across the picture and since I was very tired...I couldn't think of a joke...so I posted this instead.

Meggers

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Don’t you just hate people?

I know I do. Between my ex and some wannabes, I’m having a crappy day. Since I won’t pick up when this guy calls, he decided that he must be too far away for me to hear the phone so he showed up on my doorstep today. Unannounced. Man, I hate that. Ordinarily, I’m more careful when I open the door but I thought he was a Jehovah’s Witness.

Imagine my surprise. I haven’t seen that perv since the date from hell when he tried kissing me with icky hard lips. I pushed him away and what he did next was very likely a criminal offense. He grabbed my arm and brushed my hand up against...IT and said, “See what you do to me?As though the mere hint of an erection would be enough to get me to pull my pants off right there in the parking lot and say, “DO ME NOW YOU HANDSOME STUD!”

I got in my car and drove quickly away. Then, I didn’t answer my phone for a month. That was two months ago and he never stopped calling.

So, today, he shows up on my doorstep. I never told him where I lived and I don’t know how he found out. Thank God my son was here. I got rid of him and......THEN, I had to call my ex to ask him of he was EVER going to send the pay off money. “Of course,” he said, “Don’t I always?”

That did it. That infuriated me. I brought up the income tax return that he forged my name on and he started his bullshit, obviously thinking he was speaking to the timid little lady that he last saw. He has no clue.

So, I wrote to my congressman. And, next, I’m going to write to every other elected official that I can think of until someone gets me my half of that return. Short of that, I would like to press charges for forgery. If that numbskull would EVER have ONE conversation without lying, I would be more than reasonable. Ask anyone, I really am a nice person. But, I’m so sick of lies and men that want nothing more than a piece of ass that I am about to scream.

When people make me annoyed, I do tend to get somewhat defensive. And, when they really piss me off, I get downright OFFENSIVE.

I don’t like that. I don’t get a kick out of it, but I’ve just been treated like shit for so long that I can’t help myself.

Oh, while I’m at it, I have “friend” that has asked me for more than one favor over the past year. He needed clean urine and I supplied it for him. He needed an ear so he could bitch about his ex and I supplied that as well. Then, I asked him for 20 bucks until the next day and he said, “Oh...jeeeeez...” so I hung up on his ass. That shithead has cash, I wouldn’t have asked someone who I thought wouldn’t have it. I would GIVE a friend 20 bucks...I sure the heck wouldn’t mind loaning it to them for a day.

OK, I feel better now.

See ya,

Meg

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Blogger Littlewing said...

Meg, my mother died from a heroin overdose.

I am the last person in the world who would give a friend a clean urine sample.

I care too much for my friends to do such a thing.

June 15, 2007  
Blogger Meg said...

Then it's a good thing that he didn't ask you.

June 15, 2007  
Blogger JQ75 said...

Odd, they usually check the temperature, ph, and freshness of the sample. You didn't accompany him to the test did you?

June 15, 2007  
Blogger Meg said...

I've GIVEN drug tests for years. We check the temperature and that's it.

June 15, 2007  
Blogger Lara Croft said...

If you stick the sample to your body would that keep it warm enough to "fool" the testers.. ?

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Good morning!

I’m sitting at my desk with Payton resting his head on my lap and I like that. He knows what I know, we’re all we have. Of course there are a couple of pussy cats here as well, but as far as creatures that weigh over 10 pounds are concerned, we’re it.

I told you that I “lost” a dude last week…well, I thought that I should mention a bit of the reasoning behind it. I was put in a position where I had to explain myself and I hate that. I am far too old to be explaining to anyone why I did this or why I did that. Don’t you hate that?

My father stopped expecting explanations in the 70’s and I am not married to anyone. I’m a full grown American woman and I have certain rights. One of them is the right to hang out with my friends without having to beg someone to forgive me for doing it. You either trust me or you don’t.

That was why I was holed up at the Marriott for the weekend, I didn’t want to have a confrontation where I would have to explain why I was with a friend and why I stayed out late. I knew that if I was at home, I would hear the phone or doorbell ring all day. It was such a stressful situation that it was literally making me sick. That’s just stupid and therefore, I stayed at the Marriott for 3 days…just relaxing and taking care of myself. Of course that was twisted so badly that I must have spent the weekend with someone else.

If I had done that, I would have said so…I’m not at all cryptic…I say what I mean and I mean what I say. I wouldn’t have the slightest problem telling one guy that I was with another guy and anyone who knows me even a tiny bit would know that. So, obviously, that guy didn’t know me and if he didn’t know me, how could he possibly say that he loved me and how could I believe it?

So, basically, that’s it in a nutshell. And…that’s why I said that I would be dating again. Of course, I have to find the guys to date…but that shouldn’t be too tough. You know what I always say, if I can’t find one that I really like, I’ll just lower my standards a bit until a good one comes along. (That was a joke by the way.)

OK…I think that I mentioned that I bought a 3 month membership to Classmates.com…if not, I’m doing it now. I signed up and within a few days, I heard from the guy who gave me my first hickey. Isn’t that special?

I was about 16 at the time and I hadn’t yet learned the benefits of a nice, large man. This guy was huge…and that scared me. He was so tall that I could see him walking down the hall amongst the other kids, he was the one who was about a foot and a half taller than anyone else. I’m not sure why it didn’t bother me when I was getting the hickey…but it did bother me afterwards.

Of course my mother saw that sucker (no pun intended) when I was frying an egg. We had one oven above the stove and one below it. The one above had a mirrored door and my mother saw it in the mirror. She pointed at the mirror and said, “What’s that?”

I answered her, “It’s a hickey.” She freaked out and said, “Married people don’t even do that!!!” Well, maybe they do and maybe they don’t…but apparently teenagers do.

He and I have been emailing each other ever since then. This morning I read one of his emails and for some reason, I decided to tell him about the blog. I think I had mentioned it before, but today I sent him the link. So, I imagine he’ll be popping in here sometime soon.

And what will he see when he gets here? Why, he’ll see me telling the world that he sucked my neck until it bled. But that’s OK, no one knows who he is so it’ll be our little secret.

I’ve heard from a few other people that I went to high school with and it’s been fun catching up with them and their lives. I’ve been thinking about subscribing to Classmates for a while, I’m glad that I finally did it.

Well, I have to call my father now so I’ll end this here, but I’ll be back after I speak to Daddy-O…don’t go far!

Meg

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Blogger Lynn said...

Remember the best way to get over a man is to get under a new one!!!!!!!! Sometimes Men suck!!!!

June 15, 2007  
Blogger Meg said...

Yessireebob! My sentiments excatly!

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Meg...


"...I will be at the beach for four days with my boyfriend...."

Man, Grammie's divorced too! We grandmothers aren't supposed to be talking about our boyfriends...we're supposed to be baking cookies or something Grandmotherly. Oh well, I guess this is what happens in the new millennium. My grandmother never strayed to far from Grandpa and they were always at their house when I went to visit. They were the anchor of the family and whatever happened, Grandma and Grandpa were in the same house that they always had been in.

On the 4th of July, Grandma would have a huge get-together for the family so we always kept in touch with cousins and family that we never saw for the rest of the year. My grandmother would direct the shows that we kids would put on. Her clothesline held the sheet that was part of our stage. She wore a grass skirt and a straw hat and sang along with any kids who were too shy to sing alone. As you might guess, I was never too shy to perform, I knew that I was entertaining and I would belt out Second Hand Rose as though it was closing night at the Met.

One year she had a huge birthday party for me and rented a small merry-go-round that I was so proud of…it was MINE! Since my birthday is the 29th of June, she would occasionally let me think that the huge 4th of July reunion was all for me. No wonder I spoil my grandkids so much…I was taught well how to do it from the best of all grandmothers.

I spent most of my summers with her and I never got sick of accompanying her to work. How could a little girl get sick of that? She owned a group of businesses and two of them she ran herself. She had a Mary Carter Paint Store that had a door which led into the restaurant that she also ran. There was a bell in the restaurant that told her when she had a customer in the paint store. My job was to listen for the bell as I sat at the counter, drinking down as many lime sherbet and 7-Up floats as I could drink.

Grandma sold arts and craft supplies in the paint store and she let me make whatever I wanted to make. Nothing that I made was as good as the stuff that she would make…but she told me how good I was anyway. I would proudly put my own creations on sale in the paint store and I would stand next to them, waiting for some unsuspecting customer to buy them. Funny, it seems as though my grandmother’s friends bought an inordinate amount of my artwork.

Grandma had one friend named Nadine who would come over to visit often…wearing her scarab beetle on her chest…just to freak me out. Nadine wore a lot of make-up and I thought that she was beautiful, her eyes alone had at least 4 colors on them. The scarab beetle had jewels in the back…I don’t know where she got that thing. I doubt that anyone would be allowed to do that nowadays.

Grandma and Grandpa had another friend name Billy Richmond. Billy would take me to stores all over the place and give me cash to go buy whatever I wanted to buy. I had been raised better than to spend a lot of someone else's money on myself so I would spend no more than $2 on myself until I got a bit older and was told that Billy was a store detective and I was supposed to spend more than that. When I got a little older, I was Billy’s partner…we were both store detectives. I would drive with him to whatever store he was supposed to be working at and sometimes those stores were far away. During one trip, I lied to Billy and told him that I could drive. How was I to know that he would pull over and let me take the wheel? I stared at it for a minute before I said, “I’m sorry Billy, I lied, I can’t drive!” We were up on a mountain and if I had taken the wheel, I probably wouldn’t have been here today. I may have been a liar, but I wasn’t a stupid liar.

On Sunday’s after church, we would go driving in one of Grandpa’s huge cars and there was no telling where we might end up. One Sunday we went to a house where my cousins lived. They were cousins that I had never met before that day, but we figured out that they were my first cousins, 8 times removed, whatever that means. Apparently, Great Grandpa’s brother became a doctor and lived in this house. The foyer still held his roll-top desk and looked like an office. I wonder who’s living there now? Grandpa's big cars always had a "granddaughter's seat"...it was really an armrest but I sat on it like a princess on a throne.

His father, Papaw, lived to be 97 and he died when I was 11. He had been a carpenter, after his first business was pushed out by the auto-mobile…Papaw had been a blacksmith who shod horses for a living. He didn’t call a union or whine to the government when his business went south…he just adapted to the new age that had come upon him. He used to tell me that he was “Blind without his glasses” and my little mind took that to mean that he wouldn’t notice my finger waving from behind his lens’. He must have sat there quite still when I did that…pretty good for an old man in his 90’s.

Big Granny was another fun lady for a little girl. Her saggy fat arms were one of my favorite toys, she would hold them up so that I could play with the fat that hung from them. I couldn’t imagine a woman allowing that nowadays, she would probably have lipo-suction and then a skin removal to make her arms thin again. But Granny never knew about such things, she was too busy making ice cream with the berries that we picked.

My grandmother had an old player piano and she would put the rolls in and let me sing along to old Hank William’s songs which I still remember to this day. If I was a real good girl, she would strum her guitar as I sang Roger Miller songs with her. I loved to help her cook…every night. She would put on a spread like it was Sunday dinner. She was the best cook I ever knew but even Grandma couldn’t make liver so that I could eat it.

She tried once, but I couldn't eat it. I stared at the liver, wondering how I was going to tell her that it was awful and that I couldn’t eat it. Grandpa looked at me and said, “You’d eat that liver if the grass in the yard was too short to eat!” I grew up thinking that poor Grandpa had eaten grass as a child. I think I was close to 30 before it occurred to me that no one ate grass except the goats. By then both Grandma and Grandpa were gone and I had to celebrate my birthdays without them.

I couldn’t imagine Grandma saying that she had to go out with her “boyfriend”, but that’s what this world has come to. What’s wrong with those Grandfathers out there? Doesn’t anyone stay together anymore? How else can we be the “anchors” of our families if we have to worry about paying the bills alone?

Oh well, maybe I’ll meet some nice old man and settle down with him in the woods so that my grandkids can tell you about us in another 50 years.

I’ll keep my fingers crossed for that one.

Meg

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Anonymous Anonymous said...

Hey, I recently added a news widget from www.widgetmate.com to my blog. It shows the latest news, and just took a copy and paste to implement. Might interest you too.

June 15, 2007  
Blogger Meg said...

I checked it out and I'm gonna go back and see what I can find...thanks a bunch for sending it!

June 15, 2007  
Blogger Grammie said...

Hi Meg...I'm back from the beach with Dave, my "boyfriend"(of the last 4 1/2 years)! Loved your post!! : )

I wish that there was another word to describe him...."boyfriend" sounds so "high school". "Significant other"? "Partner"....???? ack!

Any suggestions out there??

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Wednesday, June 13, 2007

One last goodnight...

...my son and I just went to Macdonald's. I'm so sick of Mcdonald's but it's right around the corner and that's just too easy to avoid. The Wendy's is 3 miles away and Krystal's isn't far but that place just reminds me of how much I miss White Catsle. I didn't know what to get so I went with Happy Meals. Two of them.

So, now I'm going to shove those McDonald's french fries in my face and get some sleep. I hope you like the pictures and reading Meg's Big Adventure.

Ciao ya'll!

Meg

PS

Check out this lady's blog:

http://awaitingbuddha.blogspot.com/

She has some cute pics of mullets and some answers to the Question..."Why toss a mullet?" I couldn't find a perma-link so just go to the blog and scroll down, it's really cute

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Blogger JQ75 said...

Typical New Blogger Templates have a permalink in the title unless the post is linked to another Blog. A lot of templates also have it at the bottom of the post too.

So click here to see that post.

June 13, 2007  
Blogger Meg said...

I don't knowb what was wrong, I knew that and tried to drag the cursor all over that post. Oh well. Thanks.

June 14, 2007  
Blogger Grammie said...

Meg...Thanks for sending some of your readers over to my blog. : )

After being married for 31 years, I, too, was divorced five years ago....so, when I came upon your blog I pretty much read through it head to toe....and fell in love with it. Since then I have been a regular reader of yours.

Dating again in midlife is quite an adventure, isn't it? I look forward to reading about some of your ventures as you begin dating again.

Thank you, again, for your sweet comment. We "divorcee's" need to stick together.

Have a lovely weekend. I will be at the beach for four days with my boyfriend...but hope to post while I am there.

Take care,
Grammie : )

June 14, 2007  
Blogger Grammie said...

Hi Meg...I don't know why but I have tried sending two other comments your way and neither of them has shown up.

I am getting ready to leave for the beach for the weekend...and will try again when I return...but, I wanted to thank you so much for your sweet comment about my blog.

We have quite a bit in common as I was married for 31 years and divorced five year's ago....Oh, the stories we could share...

Anyway, thanks again...have a nice weekend.
Grammie

June 14, 2007  
Blogger Meg said...

Hi Grammie!

The only reason your comments didn't show up is that I went to sleep and just woke up so this is the first time I've had a chance to allow them to be published!

Man...that was a good sleep.


See ya in a few minutes!

Meg

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I walked into my living room...


And found these two cuddled up like two sweet little babies. Payton really loves his cat:




And then I found this silly shot of Central Park:




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Blogger Limerick Gal said...

Those 2 are so cute!!! Great pic!

June 13, 2007  
Blogger Meg said...

Yeah...I walked into the living room and saw them. Then I prayed that they would stay like that until I could grab the camera. To my surprise...they laid like that for over an hour.

June 13, 2007  
Blogger Grammie said...

That is a prize winning photo of the cat and the dog. I'm serious....you should enter it into a contest!

I loved it!

Sorry about the test for Millionaire...what was the answer to that first question?

June 13, 2007  
Blogger Meg said...

You know what? I have so many pictures of them together and I'll take a lot more. I think I'll write a story to go along with the pictures...sort of a picture blog/book.

Wouldn't that be cool?

Meg

June 13, 2007  
Blogger Meg said...

I HAD to rewrite this comment because it made no sense, it's still a tad awkward but in answers to Grammie's question:

Damned if I know. I suppose that if I knew that...I might have passed the test. It was all multiple choice, which furthered the illusion of ease. One choice was Andrew Card, one was Tony Snow (who wasn't the answer) and I forgot the 3rd but the last one was what I said and I think the answer was Andrew Card...the last is a friend of Dubbya's but I'm blanking on the name.

Anyway, do you really think that the picture is that good? I have another one that is a tad further away and might be better...if it is, I'll replace the one up there...but I still have them. Where would someone send a picture like that?

Meggers

June 13, 2007  
Blogger Grammie said...

One place to start would be to send the picture in to Parade Magazine....
http://snapshot.parade.com/

Good luck!
Grammie

June 13, 2007  
Blogger SolarisGal said...

they are soo gorgeous together. Has he gotten over Maggie? He looks pretty content now with Stewi - you really did him a big favor!

June 13, 2007  
Blogger Meg said...

Yeah, he seems fine with Stewi, no more curling up in a ball...now Stewi won't let him. If he would only teach his cat some manners...I'd be happy!

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OK...

After screwing around with the computer, I finally figured out how to put a few of the pictures up here. There were some that were taken with the camera up and down instead of back and forth and I can't figure out how to rotate them so this will have to do for now. Here's the logo at the studio itself:





And walking down 125th Street in Harlem while waiting for the bus I passed the famous Apollo Theater:




Then, I snapped this one walking over the highway to the hotel because you can never have enough pictures of New York City traffic:



And at last...the wonderful view of an old cemetery as seen from the stoop of the hotel where I waited for my cab:






Ta Daaaaaa! Damned if those weren't worth the wait!!!!
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Now I have to try something else with this stupid PC. This is like math class used to be, I didn't do it the right way but I got it right anyway. So, do what my algebra teacher did, give me half credit. I felt as though any kid who figured the answer out without using those easy formulas should have gotten EXTRA credit, not half.
OK then...be back soon.

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Blogger JQ75 said...

Meg, this is another benefit of testosterone, math, computers, photo editing, I can do them all. Give me a call and I'll have it fixed up in a jiffy. LOL

June 13, 2007  
Blogger Meg said...

I will...when I wake up. I just took two pills that usually knock me out for a good while so it may be late...but I'll wake up eventually...God willing!

(And thus we have the benefit of estrogen...i.e. me changing a tire consists of me standing in back of the car holding a tire iron in one hand and a jack handle in the other with a perplexed look on my face.)

June 13, 2007  
Blogger SolarisGal said...

hey that traffic doesn't look bad at all! lol

June 13, 2007  
Blogger JQ75 said...

Well touché Meg on the Estrogen thing. Hey are you admitting you need us, oh yeah I gotcha now. LOL.

June 13, 2007  
Blogger Meg said...

Nope, that traffic wasn't bad at all...but they still call it traffic!

OK...if you want to call it "needing" you...I'll call it that. I prefer to call it "keeping my own hands clean anyway I can".


:):):)

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