Meg…

“…Does the name "LAPALOTAPUSS" ever attract anyone female?…”

Well, you’d have to ask the Puss himself. I can’t imagine that it would work…neither that nor the BGJHNSN dude. But, as I always say, if Elvis impersonators can get lucky…who knows?
It’s amazing how many men at that site DO make such disgusting names for themselves. I’d love to ask them if it does work…I’ve wondered often. That and the car horn honking crap…has any man ever gotten a date by scaring the crap out of a woman and then driving away with the poor thing?

I’m going to make myself a croissanwich. I went grocery shopping last week and bought the stuff to make my own so we didn’t have to take the kids out to eat…we just took the croissants, some Canadian bacon I got from the deli, cheese and eggs and made the croissanwiches. I LOVE those suckers.

Then, I need to get some sleep. It’s been a long, long night. I had a patient pass away and it was soooo sad, watching the family almost made me cry. I had to walk away quickly. When a person passes away, we have to get them ready for when the funeral home comes to get them. That means that we take out the catheter, IV’s, whatever else they’re hooked up to. I didn’t have a tech last night so I had to do everything by myself. Post mortem care is usually the tech’s job but I’m glad that I did it last night because I shaved him and fixed his hair before his daughter got there. I wanted him to look as nice as he possibly could.

I remember being in my early 20’s and working on an oncology unit. We had our patients from diagnosis to outcome. I had this lady as a patient who was 44 years old. I became quite close to her as I worked with her every time she came into the hospital. When she died, I remember thinking, “Well, she’s 44, she’s lived a nice long life.” Can you IMAGINE?

I was so young that 44 was an old lady to me. At 49...I realize how young 44 is. My patient who died was only 69...even THAT’S too young to die. This past weekend, my granddaughter said to me, “Grandma, you’re old.”

I asked her what made her think that I was old and she said, “Grandma!!! Some people are old and some are young…you’re just one of the old ones.” I pressed her for a reason that she thought I was old. She felt my arm and said, “See? You’re arm is soft…feel mine…that’s a YOUNG arm!”

So, I flexed my muscles and asked her to “Feel my arm now!” She did and then she said, “Oh well, I guess you’re NOT old!”

Well, better get to that croissanwich and then take a nap so that I can work again tonight. I hope that I can eat the stupid sandwich…I seem to have lost my appetite again. I had stopped taking the Marinol and I think that might have been a mistake. I weigh 118 now. I’ve gained 30 pounds since I was at my thinnest. I was happy at 120...now I’ll be lucky if I can gain some weight and if I get REALLY lucky, I’ll gain some of it in my boobs. I want them back!!!

Meg

OOOH! Look what I found in my dating site inbox:

What goes up, must cum down! (That's the title of his profile) Then he goes on to say what a gentleman he is.

OK...now I'm really going...see ya!

So…

…if you read the post with the email conversation then you know that there’s a guy who I’ll call Mike. Mike has told me that he doesn’t want me to call him again until I take the emails off the blog. I had already told him that he needed to apologize for implying that I was a liar. He does that quite often and never admits to it, nor does he ever apologize for it…how could he…he didn’t do anything wrong, did he?

You know…it does hurt my feelings when he accuses me of being less than truthful. The accusations are all over the place but the latest one was that I MUST check my email all the time and now I’m just ignoring him. Well, I DON’T check it all the time. Even when I do check it, I get so many that I can easily miss one. I found an email that Anne Arky had sent weeks ago recently. I always feel like an idiot for not responding right away…but no one accuses me of ignoring them. They just write me back.

Somewhere on this blog I said that feelings are what they are…they can’t be a good thing or a bad thing…they simply are. I also learned a long time ago that if my feelings are hurt…I don’t need to ask anyone else if I’m right to be hurt. I used to do that. Now I trust my own feelings…if they’re hurt…they’re hurt! And if someone cares enough about me to care that my feelings are hurt…they stop the hurting quickly. All I need is a validation and a little bit of an apology. Not even a real, “I’m sorry.”…a simple little, “I didn’t mean to hurt your feelings.” would do. That lame, “I’m sorry for whatever you think I may have done.” is just another way to make me feel badly so that just made it worse.

I’m not so worthless that I need to put up with someone who is too proud, too much of an ass or just too stupid to see what they’ve done and fix the situation. I’m not unreasonable and I show my appreciation well. I think that I can do a helluva lot better than that.

A while back I signed up at a dating site to get fodder for this blog and I haven’t been to it in a long time. This morning I decided to go see what was waiting there for me. I got a very sweet email from a guy who mentioned family, church and treating a lady like a lady. The problem that I found was his screen name…LAPALOTAPUSS. I responded to him, “Your name and your email don’t exactly go together…which is the real you?” I don’t do men who refer to cunningulous in their names. There was another older man who did the same thing. He even sent a picture of his grandchildren and mentioned how he spends a lot of time with his family. I guess my profile of a relatively sweet lady makes them feel as though they need to sweeten up the emails that they send. His name was BGJHNSN. Help me Jesus.

Here’s what LAPALOTAPUSS had to say:

"...i would be honored if you would spare me some of your time and share a laugh or two with me. i just moved back from phoenix to look after my elderly parents which being the eldest it was the only right thing to do. i have blonde hair, blue eyes, kinda stocky, honest, dependable, trustworthy with my integrity fully intact. i own my on bussiness, and go to work everyday and come home every night, married once and since 1993 havent taken the time to try and meet someone else, im not into drugs and dont drink, i smoke like an idiot but just havent put them down yet. well smiles ill stop right here and if havent anything pressing one day drop me a line or you can call..."

Almost like a real gentleman...ey? Do they think women are too stupid to see what they’re up to? Most of them say something like this before they take you out and try to get lucky:

"...I am told I have a heart of gold ( the tv commercial for St Judes makes me cry, poor kids )Im not looking for sex( dont get me wrong. I love to make love.) Im looking more for the passion !! That is truly one of the greatest feelings ever. I know what im looking for. Sweet, kind, trustworthy, caring, and loyal.. That is what describes me and I want the same..."

Commercials make him cry? I don’t know how I feel about that if it IS true.

Oh well.

DAMN! My left leg is totally asleep and numb. This is weird. I can’t get up until the blood goes back into it. I sit on it without realizing that I’m doing it and then go to get up and it’s as though my leg is gone. Now it’s in the painful pins and needles phase.

OK…I think I can use it again.

It IS Thursday…isn’t it?

OK…I did go out last night. I had a lot of fun and I even got to be rude to men who made veiled sexual comments to me. I’m getting good at recognizing those types of remarks and shooting them down quickly. My favorite response, “Why would you think that I deserve a comment like that?” And then I stand there waiting for an answer. This is fun. I remember going to a political event in Illinois for one of my parents and there was a chick there who I went to high school with. Her husband hit on me behind her back and I squirted mustard all over his shirt. Let him explain that one.

There are too many nice guys out there for me to have to put up with cretins. I’m beginning to figure this shit out.

OK…I have to clean some so that I can work for the next 3 nights. Be back soon!

Meg

OK...I added the rest of the email conversation to the bottom of the post below this one. Follow it if you can and tell me what you think.

Now I'm going to write something new...BRB.

"...I don't care how many girls you've dated...

...you ain't lived until you've had your tires rotated by a red headed woman. Tight skirt and strawberry hair...whatcha got baby hidin' under there.."

I'm getting ready to go out. FUCK this house!

See ya later!

Right now I'm listening to...

...All 70's-All the Time. They're playing that stupid song, "Seasons in the Sun". I had that 45...I was singing the tune by heart before I really realized what it was about. Like that upbeat little ditty, "Last Kiss". It was SO upbeat...then there was a line that went like this:

"...I couldn't stop, so I swerved to the right, I'll never forget the sound that night, the screamin' tires, the bustin' glass, the painful scream that I heard last..."

What the hell kind of song is that?

OK...now I'm acrimonious There's this guy I know who has apparently been trying to get in touch with me. Now, keep in mind that I had my daughter in from LA AND my grandchildren this weekend. And...you should know that I called him when they went to Chuck E. Cheese to tell him that I was in the house alone and I could talk for a while but he wasn't there. I left the message and thought he might call me back...but he never did. Then, I saw that he called me sometime around noon on Sunday. I don't know what I was doing or where I was, but I didn't see that call on the caller ID until Monday. I called him again yesterday afternoon. Now...I'm calling his cell phone. This is something that he has on his person as much as anyone else does. This morning, when I went to check my email, I found this:


know, I called you a few times over the weekend, and I know you were with your daughter, so whatever, but I emailed you today and asked you to call me at work because I can't use my phone, and also to call me at my Mom's and still no call.
No reply to my emails either.
Allright then.

Allright then? What the hell does that mean? So...I reply:

I don't have your mother's number! I also didn't check my email. How the hell can I call you?

I didn't call him at work because I did what I always do...I called his cell phone. So he writes:

I sent it to you in one of my two last emails.
You always check your email.

That's where I get really, really angry. I've just been called a liar. And he's wrong..I DO NOT always check my email. So...:

NO I DON'T DAMN IT...I HATE when you call me a liar.

And his usual response when he implies that I'm lying:

I did not call you a liar. I just stated a fact.

This guy does that to me all the time. Actually, he DID it to me all the time because I don't have time for that shit. The time I spend being called a liar could be spent with a guy who likes to make me feel good...not like crap.

Is it me...or is this yahoo calling me a liar and then lying his OWN way out of it? I NEED to know. Actually...HE needs to know.

OK…this inane conversation went on for a while. After the email where he “accused” me of lying, I sent this:

You know what...if I'm such a losing liar...you need to move on. You don't know me at all. I wouldn't lie about something so stupid. And you NEVER, EVER apologize for doing it. It was NOT a fact...I DON'T ALWAYS CHECK MY EMAIL! Why the hell would I? Take it back now...and mean it.

Not exactly Einstein…but erudite enough to know what I meant, he responded:

Take what back?

So…even though he KNOWS what I meant…I explained AGAIN:

You called me a liar…you have ten seconds to take it back.

Then, charming ass that he is…his trite response was this:

I am at work and cannot conform to your time standards.
I take back whatever you think I need to take back.
I never called you a liar.

Now I’m even MORE annoyed:

Can't you SEE what an idiot you are? Read your email...you don't have time to apologize when my feelings are actually HURT...but you have time to be a smart ass? OMG you're an ass!

And…when “I’m sorry I hurt your feelings.” would have put it all to a stop (and no, his “whatever you think I need to take back” didn‘t do it)…I get this:

Allright, I need to work now. Call me tonight if you want to.

Now I was busy sticking the earlier crap on the blog and then later I got this one:

you are posting my emails on your blog? I asked you not to do that.
Post this: Unless you take that off the blog, don't call me anymore.

What the hell was that? I already gave him a chance to take it back...now he's just being obstinate. So...if ever you see this post taken down, you'll know that he decided to apologize to me. I'm not in the mood to beg at the feet of men who treat me like dirt anymore so I won't be taking it down without an apology. But...I am reasonable...one simple apology would do it. OK...I'm going to write something now...about people who break up with you simply because you broke up with them.

Meg

Good morning!

This is a picture of what you get when you add a camera to a little girl. I have many more of these pictures and a bunch of the TV with Spongebob and all of his friends. She caught a shot of each of them. We had the kids for 2 weekends in a row because it suited the mother and we were glad to do it because of my daughter being here the second weekend. I didn’t work the entire time she was here and now I have to pay for that. Tomorrow night I’ll go back and work a stretch to pay some bills.

I may very well be seeing my daughter again soon. I have a chance to take a 13 week job in LA…with a traveling nurse company and I may just do it. The hospital they want to send me to is in Long Beach and Annie lives in Hollywood (or somewhere really, really close to her job in Beverly Hills). She said that’s an hour and a half ride but looking at the map you would think I could do it in much less. Who knows, with the traffic in LA I suppose that it could take a while. But it looks like you could ride a bike in an hour and a half. We’ll see…I don’t know if everything will come through in time and I don’t know if I can afford to pay for this house and all of my expenses in LA. The company pays for your housing so I THINK I can do it…who knows. I still have a lot of things to work out.

So…what’s new in the world today? Well, dumb stuff as always. And another Hollywood person (I don’t want to kick him when he’s down and call him a brat) has drug problems. This one tried to kill himself. Oh…Owen…what are we gonna do with you? At least he didn’t try to drive, as far as we know. But what in the HELL is wrong with these people? Suicide is a permanent solution to a temporary problem and one that almost always sounds so romantic when you’re as high as a kite but in the light of day and the clearing of the mind…it’s just a stupid, selfish thing to do. Doesn’t he have family or other people who care about him? What problem of his could be so bad that it’s worth putting his parents through so much agony?

I don’t mean to sound harsh…but come on! What are these people doing with their time that their lives seem so empty and useless? I know that money doesn’t buy happiness, but it doesn’t hurt. With it, most people could afford to go out and do good things for other people who haven’t had such a charmed life.

We all have moments in our lives that make us feel as though it’s just too tough to go on anymore. Lord knows I have. The only thing that kept me going after Rick left was my kids and my father. I couldn’t do that to them…and of course I wasn’t messed up on drugs so I actually THOUGHT about them.

Once when I was married to Mark (the kid’s father) and I found out that he was cheating, I decided to scare him and take a bottle of valium. It was stupid and I’m embarrassed to admit it…but I did. They were only 2 mgs. And there were only 18 of them so I knew that it wouldn’t kill me. But he didn’t. For some STUPID reason, I thought that I could change his behavior by acting foolish myself. Then, while I was at the emergency room, a very wise doctor asked me if I was really trying to kill myself. I told him the truth…I wasn’t. He said something that I’ve never forgotten, “You know, you may not really be trying to kill yourself, but you might just get lucky and do it some time.”

That comment shook me up and I've never tried that crap again. And of course, my husband kept right on cheating on me. Can you believe that I was going to kill MYSELF because of a man who didn’t care enough about me to stop fucking other women? What a nimrod.

Wouldn’t it be nice to see a bunch of young people from Hollywood doing good things with all of their free time and cash? Can you IMAGINE what they COULD do? They spend more on drugs in one night than most people spend on food in a month. Not to mention the clothes they buy, the homes they live in, the cars they drive. These people could support a family of four for a year and never miss a dime. They could pay the medical bills of one child who needs help and STILL be able to live the Life of Riley (which I THINK is a good thing…I’m not sure).

If they did decent things with their time and money…they would capture the attention of the world. Princess Diana has been gone for 10 years now…it’s about time that someone stood up to bat and tried to do a bit of what she did. Paris Hilton could have been a great contender for that spot in our hearts but she’s chosen instead to be a spoiled brat with the class of an earthworm who’s known mainly for screwing some anonymous ass on tape.

Is that what we get now? Hiltons and Owens’? What a dreadful waste of time and space these fools are. I have enough sympathy to feel badly for the guy…but I have more sympathy for people who never have the chance to accomplish what these powder puffs could accomplish if they had grown up with parents who instilled values in them as they were growing up. The only value they know is the value of being stalked by paparazzi. Somehow they think that makes them worthy of something. I’ve seen one too many idiot underpant-less women with their legs spread open as they get into a car. I’m not impressed. Does that make them special? I think not. Like opinions and assholes…I have one too. I just don’t put myself in a position where anyone could SEE it, much less take pictures of it for the world to see.

They say that Mr. Owen is recovering nicely. I think that part of his recovery should include going to homeless shelters and visiting sick people. When I did home health, I was amazed at how normal the streets looked, how regular the homes, and how much suffering was inside.

Anyone of us passes a hundred houses in a day and very few of us think that there could be frightful suffering going on inside of those houses. But there are. People do care for dying loved ones at home and they would give anything to have a bit more time on this planet and what a slap in the face it is to those who are suffering so badly when some yahoo gets high and decides to take a few hundred dollars worth of drugs.

Man, that was depressing. Let me try this again. Oh crap. I just heard that Leona Helmsley left 12 million bucks to a dog. I want to puke.

I’ll be back after I spew chunks.

My room couldn't be...

...much more girly. Well, it could be, nut I'm not done yet.


This is what I see at my feet and I'm not done with that either. I doubt that any man would want to get too comfortable in this room.

Oh, Solaris's umbrella is on the door knob. You can see some of my alarm clocks in the bottom picture but I have a few more around the room. I am very hard to wake up.

OK, I'm going back to the laundry.

See ya,

Meg

One day I brought this little guy home with me:



I didn't know much about him but I knew that he was going to get really big really fast and that if I was ever going to control the dog, I had to do it while he was this small. He wasn't impressed with treats so I couldn't mold his personality by bribing him with Milk Bones. He didn't want any special toy so I couldn't use one of them. There was only one thing that this dog wanted then and it's the only thing he wants right now...my love. I had to get angry at him and isolate him when he was bad...and even THAT broke my heart...unless of course he had just eaten one of my shoes, in which case I was glad to lock his stupid ass in the kennel. Oh...when he ate the remote I was annoyed as well. At this point, I can pretty well trust him. All he chews up are things that don't belong on the floor. So, don't drop a pencil...he WILL eat it.

A LOT of people told me that I shouldn't have a dog that big because it would, and did, get bigger than I am. I remember walking the horse to the store one of many times. I didn't want him to bolt and get away from me so I threaded his leash through my belt hoops. That worked, he didn't get away...of course he still bolted, he just took me with him. I weighed all of 90 pounds then and he was already topping the scales at 100 pounds...of muscle. He slammed me, face first, into the fence. and then he dragged me another 20 feet before he finally figured that the people driving by had seen enough of my humiliation and he stopped. I think that dog knew that what he was doing was hurting me. There's no other reason for the way he just stopped and walked over to me. I guess he could have just been afraid of getting in trouble, but he had never done that before so he didn't really know what I would do. One way or another, one thing's for sure...he wouldn't purposely hurt me. I can't imagine what he would hurt:

I'm sure that I could have trained him to kill if I were a cruel son of a bitch. But say what you will, I would never harm a child or an animal...big people don't do that. When our kids fall in love with a cricket...we let those suckers in our homes. (EEEEWWW...I just got the shivering willies.) Did children ever witness what Vick and his buddies did to dogs up there in Virginia? Do we have to worry about one of them suffering from that experience? Just how old is a boy when it's time to indoctrinate him into the world of dog torture and mutilation? 15? 17? When do you take him aside and tell him that you have a compound in your backward totally devoted to torturing dogs for cash? (Don't you dare tell me it's a sport...I WILL spit in your face. For Ernie Banks alone.)

You surely can NOT tell a young man that torturing animals in ways too horrifying, gruesome and ghastly to be speakable is anything that a man would do. We all know what he did...at least we know enough. How much does a young man have to hear before something in his gut tells him that this is wrong...it's not a sport...it's not even manly? It's a cowardly way to make a buck. Real men show us their stuff on the playing field, and at the heads of households...and as masters of loyal dogs. Unless you take a dog and go far, far, FAR out of your way to make it otherwise...it will be the gentlest of creatures. Man has had a two way relationship with dogs for longer than I can imagine. For as long as there have been dogs, there have been people protected by them. Aren't we lucky that whomever put us all here left the dog for us? I can't imagine a hippopotamus in my house. And a duck would do no good. A skunk would just stink up the place worse than a dog does. A snake would bite you before you ever needed protection and a horse would shit all over the place. We were lucky enough to get an animal that fit nicely in the house, didn't smell too terribly bad, didn't break furniture walking through the house and didn't eat so much that we had to go to work just to feed the fools. And that animal is gentle enough to love a child. Although I wouldn't give a dog a baby, I have no reason not to give it a kitten...and trust that it wouldn't have hurt the baby either.

This dog could bite that cat's head off. But I didn't TEACH him to be cruel. In it's natural state, the dog is a loving, loyal and gentle creature. I wonder what my son would have said to me if I decided to tell him that I was starting a dog fighting ring and I wanted him to be apart of it. He WOULD put a stop to it, one way or another. I honesty believe that he'd probably call the cops on me if nothing else worked. I like to think that that's exactly what happened to Vick and his cronies...but it probably isn't.

Robb was right, our dogs are like one of our kids in a lot of ways. One very important similarity is that like our kids, our dogs should never have to face such cruelty at the hands of anyone who even LOOKS something like a man. That just makes them mean and a danger to the real men. These big dumb animals should never know of such cruelty. They should live their lives with no more fear than when, if ever, you're coming home. I wish that I didn't know of such things! We owe them so very much, some of us may not even KNOW what all we owe these wonderful animals. You'll never know about the crimes they prevented simply by being there. So, some of us have animals who are heroes and we'll never know it. I wouldn't even consider giving my dog away...I can't imagine the betrayal felt by a dog who was born, allowed to suckle and romp for a short time before it was taken and made into a mean, vicious creature. How old is a puppy when it's taken from it's mother to be turned into a freak of nature...a dog that no longer has the capacity to love and be trusted? Whose job was that?

Probably some nit wit like the one who said this:

"...They won’t tell you that the “rape stand” is actually called a “mating stand” and is used when females are in heat and the kennel owner wants specific dogs to mate with that female..."

Well...DUH! Of course that's what it's for...you idiot...THAT'S the point!!! Nobody needed to tell me that. Ever hear of a fence and a few feet to call your own during courting? If the female WANTED to be there, it would be mating. The mere fact that you needed a "stand"...or whatever it is that you strap her into DEFINES rape. I don't know of a female anything who can bear the thought of that.

This stuff is still going on. Who do you see about that? There's a guy in Virginia who didn't even want to pursue this. The man is in a position to do so NOW...now that Vick has pleaded guilty in federal court. You can never take away his status of convicted felon. Yesterday I heard a woman, in defending Vick, say that, "He didn't kill anyone!" You know, even IF we made that the legal limit for knocking heroes off of their pedestals...this woman would change her cry to, "He didn't murder anyone I know!"

There are countless people who would defend Michael Vick and I don't get that at all. This is a country where people don't wear fur coats anymore. In a room full of people who are supposed to be men, wasn't there ONE person amongst them who knew that this was wrong? How did they ALL allow this to go on for years? One of Vick's co-defendants quit 3 years ago so it HAS been going on for a very long time. I just can't stop wondering what a young man does when approached with this idea. Does he take his own pets and kill them? Or does he take animals that he doesn't know and think that makes it OK? Aren't there better men in our country for us to look up to? Men who don't commit ANY crimes? I bet there are. And...I bet if the NFL looked really, really hard...they could find them. You'll know the good guys...they'll have a healthy dog closeby. They certainly won't have torture pits in the backyard.

Well my daughter’s gone…

…and that makes two members of my family that are hooked on Starbucks. I admit that it’s good…but c’mon! Who wants to get in a car and drive all the way ANYWHERE before you’ve had coffee? I don’t drink coffee because it tastes good…if that were the case I’d learn to enjoy Pepsi again. I drink it so that I CAN drive. But my father and my daughter are both hooked on their daily jolt of caffeine that, apparently only Starbucks serves.

And who would want to pay that much? Annie, I understand. She can be a bit of a snob. She certainly has good taste. But my father is a cheap son of a gun. He easily spends more than a hundred bucks a month at Starbucks and as he would say…"That would pay a bill!” I went with Annie to Starbucks and she insisted that I get something and I already had MY coffee for the day…I didn’t go with her early in the morning. By the time I went with her…it was hot and time for a Green Tea Frappucino. My daughter prefers something else…what it is doesn’t matter because she has them pour a shot of something into it that makes it SUCK! I know I said that I didn’t drink it for the taste but I do drink it…because it is rather palatable…it isn’t a repugnant taste. What my daughter puts in her coffee…or her Frappucino…makes it taste really, really bad.

OMG! I just heard some dickhead say, in response to the question, “How could anyone defend Michael Vick?”…that "No one is defending his ACTIONS!” Well DUH! This sickens me. How anyone could even imagine a scenario where a man like Vick could be in decent people’s living rooms where family dogs lie at the feet of their families? When you put him on TV…that’s what you do. I think that once these people behave in some irresponsible, reckless and sadistic manner…the option of hero should be off the table.

He said that his behavior was “immature”. No…immaturity is a little boy sticking his tongue out at the little girl in the next desk. What he did was a crime. It was criminal behavior and the type of criminal behavior that CRIMINALS decry. Now we’re gonna hear idiots quoting his dumb ass saying that “Michael Vick is just immature…you know, boys will be boys.” They’ll find someway to release the psycho from any and all responsibility and someone will make a LOT of money. I think that any decent inmate would be pleased to handle the puppy killer…even WITHOUT me to pay his commissary fees.

DOGS?!?!?! The one animal that wants nothing more out of life than to take care of you? And they do take care of us…don’t they? I couldn’t sleep so soundly without my dog. I know that no one's getting close to my house without that dog barking like a maniac. Even after I open the door, that dog isn’t stopping until I close it. No one's gonna easily get past that dog because a dog would give it’s very own life for you…if it had ANY opportunity to do so. What a hideous betrayal…I can’t imagine what those dogs went through and I hate that I have to live knowing that such horrific things are allowed to happen by those who walk amongst us.

My dog is at my feet as I type this. I couldn’t get rid of his big dog ass if I wanted to. But you learn early on that your dog is your friend. That animal will never, ever leave you…and all it asks in return is a little kibble and water. Immature little boys love dogs…they don’t hang them, electrocute them or stick them in rape boxes. Wicked, evil, criminals do things like that. That’s grown up felonious behavior is what that is. No immature little boy would ever do such things to a dog. When they do...they grow up to be serial killers. I wonder what adults who torture animals graduate to?

I hate to think a cheater is always a cheater since, as you know, my H had an affair. I tend to think, and some research bears this out, that there are different kinds of issues that lead people to do things that are wrong. Some people know they are wrong and their sense is overridden for some reason and others have no real sense of wrong and feel completely entitled to do whatever they want. I do agree that it is not always something wrong with the marriage but I know in my case, we had drifted apart for many good reasons that everyone experiences and we were,neither of us, very skillful about handling that.

I hated to think...

...that as well. I refused to believe it until Rick's 3rd affair...that I knew about. I could forgive one...even two. I guess I let at least 3 go. By this time it's my fault...I admit that. I am absolutely positive that there are people who cheat once and then never do it again. But I wouldn't bet my life on that and that's exactly what I did. I have no idea how many affairs Rick had and to tell you the truth, I don't really care. It doesn't really matter much anymore. I still think he owes me an explanation of what went wrong...but I give up on getting that especially since it would probably begin with, "Well, if you hadn't..." and would end with, "then I wouldn't have..."

Everyone who's been married for any length of time knows that marriages go through rocky times. There are even times when you doubt your love for the other person. But, those times pass and then you think, "What was wrong with me? How did I ever feel that way about this person that I love so much?" But so many people take that feeling as an excuse to fool around and do whatever they want to do.

The only problem with keeping a marriage going after an affair is that whatever the reasons that caused it...can happen again in a lifetime. What if you guys "drift apart" again? That could happen in 15 or 20 years. Then does he feel entitled to cheat again? Do YOU? Personally, it's not a chance I would take. I do wish you all the luck in the world, though...it IS possible. But talk about winning the lottery. I gotta get some of those Mega-Millions tickets.

Well, my daughter is still sleeping. The kids stayed last night and my son took them home early this morning so that they could go to school. Annie and I went driving around looking for a BINGO game last night. The place that I know of is closed on Sunday nights. She found another place and printed out the directions. We turned on the right street and drove straight into a new apartment complex. The other one she read about was in Smyrna so we headed down to Atlanta Rd. and turned toward Smyrna. We called my son to look up the address and just in case, to give us the phone number. Well, as we were driving down the street Annie asked me to call them so I did. I got the big, loud "EEEEEEEEEEE" in my ear of a disconnected phone number. That was pleasant. Both of those places had closed down but no one told the Internet.

Then we gave up on BINGO and decided to go out to eat. We headed toward the Buckhead Diner and started to drive there when Annie decided that she wanted to have Bar-B-Que instead so we headed in the opposite direction toward Town Center Mall (we were in Atlanta by this time) and we got off the highway onto Barrett Parkway, only we went the wrong way. I couldn't find the one I was looking for but I did find Smoky Joe's but she changed her mind again and wanted to go to the Marietta Diner. So, this time we just took 41 BACK south down past the Big Chicken to the Marietta Diner but as we went that way we passed Sonny's Bar-B-Que so we just went there. The sandwich that I got was great until I found a huge piece of bone in it. That's like finding a big piece of blubber...it ruins it for me. The waitress took it off the bill...which she didn't have to do but she did anyway.

Then, what silly little trip out would be complete without going shopping one last time. So, we did. I finally found a quilt on sale so I bought that. It was amazing how much I ended up spending at that stupid Antique place. Oh, by the way, it's the Roswell Street Antique Emporium that's having the sale. They said they'd be there until late September. He said he had a bunch more stuff in the back which annoyed me because I went through everything so carefully to be sure that I didn't miss a thing. You can't miss the place, it's in the old Mason Lodge Building on the corner of Roswell and Fairground.

I can't avoid a sale to save my life. I asked him how much he wanted for these 2 TV's that he had out front and he said that I could have them. Well, I plugged the oldest one in yesterday and I got as good of a picture as any TV could have gotten without rabbit ears or cable. So, I'm going to use it to watch my old black and white video tapes of Blondie and Dick Van Dyke, amongst others.

I hope the little one works, I guess it does if that big one worked. The guy said he got them from the same guy and that "everything else he gave me worked". That's what made me think that this thing would work...I was right. But even if the little one doesn't work...it doesn't matter...the older one is the antique.

Well, I better jump in the shower before my daughter gets to it or I won't have any hot water. You guys have a good day! This is my last day with Annie, her plane leaves tonight.

Ciao!

Meg

I just did a spellcheck and although my spellchecker didn't recognize Buckhead...it did offer Fuckhead as a replacement.

Well, the kids have…

…made a Chuck E. Cheese run. It’s time for me to take a small break so here I am. My daughter and I went antiquing today and found a few nice things. We’ll have to go back tomorrow because we had to hurry back today because of the rotten pizza at Chuck E. Cheese. One thing that I did get before we had to leave was an old electric percolator. The kind that my mother used to use. I’ve made the first pot too weak but it’ll do and I’ll just make the next pot stronger.

I also got a small candy dish and a pretty lantern. If the power goes out, I'll have light, by God. That lantern was behind glass as though it was supposed to be a really nice lantern but it wasn’t…it was just a plain ol’ pretty lantern, who knows where it was bought…Target or Macy’s…I’ll never know. I can tell it’s not expensive antique work…but that’s all I can tell. I just got it because it’s pretty. He gave me 2 TV’s that he “thought” worked. I took them because they were free and you never know…maybe I can fix them…if I can find a place that still sells television tubes.

As I was walking out I saw a beautiful lamp that I had to have so I told them to hold it for me until tomorrow so I HAVE to go back. I should mention that they’re having a 60% off sale. I think they’re moving or something…I’m not sure. Everything’s just cheap.

One of the TV’s has old 60’s knobs that are fun in themselves. I don’t know what I’d do with them, none of my TV’s take knobs. I have a cousin (by marriage) in Florida who could surely put both TV’s back into working order. The next time I go down there, I’ll have to take the TV’s. I love going shopping through old stuff…especially when I find something that I could use that’s still in good shape. That coffee-pot is perfect although the cord looks like it could electrocute me. I’ll have to find a new one…maybe at the same place that I need to go to get my cord and footie thing for my sewing machine. It’d pay for itself just in repaired comforters.

Well, tomorrow should be fun…at least going to that place will be fun again. But for now…I have to rest for a while. That girl is running me ragged…but I’m enjoying it.

See ya!

Meg

Hi there!

Just popping in to say hello. Hello!

I still have a house full and I like it. I don't mind when it's empty but I just LOVE it when it's full. My daughter and granddaughter are playing cards...the boy is watching cartoons with my son and I'm in here saying hello to you. Now I'm going to go back and play with the girls. We bought a bead kit to make bracelets with. That's fun except for when you accidentally let the string go out and you have to start all over again...and that happens more often than a successful piece of jewelry.

See ya!

Meg

I have a house full...

...of kids and grandkids. I love this more than anything in the world. This is perfect.

I'll be back later.

Meg

My daughter and I...

... just got home from Atlanta. We went to a store where you could buy a lot of Pez stuff so I got a bunch of Pez refills. I didn't get any Pez dispensers...I always HAD them. Excpet now. Now I can't find my Darth Vader Pez dispenser. Damn.

We went to The Margaret Mitchell House too. That was cool. Then we came home because the way it worked out, my son wanted the kids THIS weekend and she wanted them for Labor Day so they traded. This way my daughter would be able to spend some time with the munchkins. They're fun little boogers.

Meg

I came back to see if you "elaborated on your assertion" yet. I'm looking forward to it.

Well, I hadn’t planned...



...on doing it so soon but since you were waiting and I’m the only one in the house who’s awake, I saw no reason to put it off.


My assertion was in disagreement with an assertion made by Brad. Brad stated that an affair was a symptom of something wrong in the marriage. That may or may not be true. But as Brad himself noted in his post…things went bad in his marriage and he never fucked anyone else.:

"... As much of a selfish bitch as my ex-wife was, I never once even thought of cheating on her when we were married...."

So…methinks that all you really need is one person who would cheat and the proper circumstances. If Rick had never met the chick he fucked…our marriage would have been as it always was. But…nothing was wrong. HE TOLD ME NOTHING WAS WRONG! OVER AND OVER AND OVER AGAIN!!!


And then I went from being all he ever wanted to the only thing in his life that he didn’t want. It seemed to happen overnight. He even got me to admit to my part in the break up of our marriage. I said that because I HAD to have done something wrong…right? After all…it must be a symptom of something wrong in the marriage…right? And it takes two…right?


The only problem with that is the behavior that I apologized for occurred well AFTER he had begun his affair. I had no idea how long it had been going on. But I now know it was longer than I had ever dreamed it could have been. I’ve been uncovering lies since the man left. So…yeah, I acted like an insecure wife…but MY HUSBAND WAS CHEATING ON ME! I WAS RIGHT THE WHOLE TIME! He never stopped lying to me.


Even after the first affair, I said that if he wanted me to trust him again, he needed to go for one measly year out of his life without telling a lie. He couldn’t do it. So…whatever.


I hate to sound so pedantic but it’s simply true that cheaters cheat. They may go 15 years without screwing another person. But that’s just because the perfect situation hasn’t presented itself. Solaris’s husband wouldn’t have cheated if he had never met a horny old lady with cash. And mine wouldn’t have left if he hadn’t found a trailer with a whore in it.


The men in Brad’s post say that they found someone else and “They never felt this way with their wives.” Bullshit. They did so…they’ve just forgotten. I didn’t forget how Rick adored me…he did. It was very convenient for him at the time. I can’t blame him too much…I should have left years and years ago. But I trusted one thing…whatever happened…we could find a way through it all. Those words just irritated me so much that I could literally spit.


No….an affair doesn’t have to be a sign of something wrong in a marriage. It could just be a sign that a person who wasn’t raised with honor or ideals such as fidelity, loyalty and selflessness has met a person who wants to fuck them.


I could go on and on but I think you get the point. There simply are those who would cheat and those who wouldn’t. It’s a good idea to check out the families of the people you marry. Do they seem the type who would go out of their way to teach their children ethics? There are some people that it just never occurs to. There are parents who never so much as give one little thought to going out of their way to teach a kid a moral lesson out of any given situation. And some parents take every chance they get.


If a family is all screwed up, no lessons anywhere, life just full of selfish behavior and selfish acts…and the kids all get in trouble almost annually and the adults are all less than stable, changing partners and lying to everyone in sight…run. Just assume that the apple doesn’t fall far from the tree and run.


If you’re talking about a lifelong married life…maybe as much as 50 or 60 years…and you have a spouse that cheats on you every ten years…that’s 5 affairs to live with, deal with and get over...it will NOT be good on your health.



Dealing with that in itself takes years. But…you have a lifetime so work on that shit. Once again…it pays off in dividends you never considered. Beauty is only skin deep, sex is only fun for a short time, and people who would screw a married person would cheat on you sooner or later, but…old age lasts until you die. If that’s a long time…you might want to look back on something as rare as a lifelong soul mate. You might want to consider keeping promises. Rick and I promised each other that we would let the other know if we felt attracted to someone else. He never told me that. But...I said it to him once. Rather than do what we had planned to do…work harder on our marriage at that point…I was supposed to give him a chance to keep me before I let another man take me away and he promised to give me that chance as well...his answer was to have an affair. My comments, instead of being the clue for him to help our marriage, were used as a rationale for cheating. If he had told me when he was attracted to someone else...I would have been angry for a while. I would have deserved to be...for a while. But...I would have known what I was up against and I would have had a chance. But I was in a competition that I wasn't aware I was in. That's not one you can win.



So, I guess the moral here is don't blame yourself.



OK Brad...do you see where I'm coming from?

Oh well. There’s nothing that I can do about it but this…if you’ve been cheated on, don’t feel as though you did something wrong. Maybe you did…but there simply is no reason to cheat, emotionally, physically or mentally….there’s no excuse. So, even if you did do something…you didn’t deserve that. And if you KNOW something’s going on but when you ask and get a “Nothing’s wrong” answer followed by a “You’re making yourself insane!!!”, just remember that him saying it doesn’t make it true. And don't forget this little peice of salacious info...HE'S A FUCKING LIAR!!!

Oh...and now that I think of it...look both ways before you cross the street.

Your post under your "Infidelity for Dummies" blog inspired my post today.

I've got to read that...

...thing again and get to doing more work on it. Brad wrote an excellent post but there was one thing that I disagreed with. I mentioned it in the comments of that post but I'll elaborate on my assertion later.

My daughter just finished doing the dishes and we're going shopping. See ya!

Meg

I was in the shower when it occurred to me that I didn't leave a link to this guys post...duh:

http://bradwastingtime.blogspot.com/2007/08/cheating-husbands.html

My daughter just called me...

...from LAX. She'll be boarding her plane in less than an hour. I'm getting excited! I told her that if she sees some jack ass jump up shouting "Death to America", she shouldn't hesitate...she should just run over to them and take them out the best way she can.

I told her that if she's gonna go down, she should go down with a piece of those bastards between her nails or her teeth, whatever it takes. I told her to remember Todd Beamer, shout "Let's roll!" and that I'll write the book.

I sort of doubt those yahoos would go that route anymore, most Americans wouldn't sit back and co-operate and those fools always want to top their last endeavor so I'm pretty sure that the airplanes are safe...but you never know. Now I'll have to worry about her until she gets here. That's OK...I worry about the kids one way or another so it's just a different day, different worry.

She wants to sleep the whole way here which is probably what I would do but it is nice to see the Rockies during a daytime flight. She's already had two glasses of wine so she'll most likely be sleeping before she gets to the Rockies so I told her to at least look out for Big Bear. Her flight leaves LA at 1:15 and gets here at 8:34. So far it's on time.

Well, I need to get ready for her and take care of last minute details. I'm so pleased right now that I can barely contain myself. This is gonna be a great 5 days!

Meg

WOW!!!

I just got an email from an old high school boyfriend (he’s not that old…he couldn’t be, he’s my age. But he’s an old BOYFRIEND…meaning not a recent boyfriend…whatever) and he told me that if I wanted to see Bensenville, the town we went to high school in, I had better get back soon because O’hare is buying it all up in preparation to build a new runway and highway. So, I looked it up to see exactly what he was talking about and I found that they’re not only wiping out Bensenville, they’re wiping out Elk Grove Village, the town I lived in until the summer before 8th grade when we moved to Bensenville. What a mess.

How would you like to find out that the place you grew up was to be totally wiped out by progress? Maybe it wouldn’t matter if you hated the place anyway…but both places hold a lot of memories for me and I can’t believe that they’re gonna take them BOTH out. The house in Elk Grove was a brand new house when we moved in, it had no grass, just a baby tree on the parkway which is a huge tree now.

Elk Grove was pretty much a corn field when we moved there. It was owned by an old man named Busse who sold out parcels of land to Centex one piece at a time and every time he did that they built another subdivision. We lived in one of the first and now there’s nothing left of the corn field. We used to play in that corn field as kids but now it’s all condos and industrial parks.

That town was pretty much owned by one person so I don’t know if anyone bitched when they turned it from a farm to a suburb of Chicago…but people sure are bitching now. They’re wiping out hundreds if not thousands of homes, schools, a business district, an industrial park and millions of memories.

That damn airport has been a pain in the ass for as long as I can remember. We lived under the landing pattern, or take off pattern, I don’t know which it was. But every time a plane took off the teachers had to stop talking for a minute because you couldn’t hear them anyway. I guess they’re putting a stop to that…they’ll just doze the school. I’m sure some other school a tad further out will get to have the classes interrupted by the sound of jets now.

Every time I go home I drive through the old neighborhoods to see how they’ve changed. I guess next time it’ll be tough to do that without being run over by an airplane. The last time we did that I was with my father and we saw the peonies that he and I planted in 1971. Neither one of us could believe that they were still there. But they were. Just as pretty as they were over 30 years ago, almost 40 now, when we planted them. We planted them along side the driveway and had expected that someone would have run over them by now but I don’t think either one of us could have foreseen the extent of the destruction that this expansion will cause.

I wouldn’t have been surprised if the town just went downhill from old age…but it never occurred to me that it would become part of that damn airport. As it is, Ohare is many times larger than any suburb around it…now it’s just gobbling more and more of them up. I don’t know what was there before the airport, probably more corn. But now there are people living and working all around that damned thing and they’re all going to have to leave. There’s no way that anyone can stop it now.

There are those who are trying, though. You know there are some hold-outs who won’t sell they’re homes to the City of Chicago. They sit on their porch and look out on deserted streets that once were full of kids riding bikes and life going on all around them. Now they just look out at boarded up houses. This is a news video about one such guy who still lives on one of the deserted streets:

http://cbs2chicago.com/local/local_story_229231554.html

That must just blow.

It doesn’t look like our house in Bensenville will be razed…but it certainly won’t be as desirable as it once was with an airport a few blocks away. I could be wrong, they could be planning to take that house as well, I can’t quite make it out on the map. But one thing is for sure…if I ever want ride by the places where I grew up, I better do it soon or I’ll be looking at it from an airplane window.

Good morning!

I have to go to the neurosurgeon this morning so I have to run but I thought that I would leave you with a smile to start the day off (that is if you're reading this in the morning...if not...you may smile anyway).

Patrick, who was on holiday from Ireland, was on Bondi beach and couldn't seem to make it with any of the girls. So he asked the local lifeguard for some advice. "Mate, it's obvious," says the lifeguard, "you're wearing them old baggy swimming trunks that make ya look like an old geezer. They're years outta style. Your best bet is to grab yourself a pair of Speedos - about two sizes too small and drop a fist-sized potato down inside 'em. I'm tellin' ya mate...you'll have all the babes ya want!" The following weekend, Patrick hits the beach with his spanking new tight Speedos, and his fist-sized potato. Everybody on the beach was disgusted as he walked by, covering their faces, turning away, and laughing, looking sick! So Patrick went back to the lifeguard again and asked him, "What's wrong now?" "JAHEESUS!" said the lifeguard, "Mate, the potato goes in front!


10 - Life is sexually transmitted.
9 - Good health is merely the slowest possible rate at which one can die.
8 - Men have two emotions: Hungry and Horny. If you see one without an erection, make him a sandwich.
7 - Give a person a fish and you feed them for a day; teach a person to use the Internet and they won't bother you for weeks.
6 - Some people are like a Slinky... Not really good for anything, but you still can't help but smile when you shove them down the stairs.
5 - Health freaks are going to feel stupid someday, lying in hospitals dying of nothing.
4 - All of us could take a lesson from the weather. It pays no attention to criticism.
3- Why does a slight tax increase cost you 50 bucks and a substantial tax cut saves you 50 cents?
2 - In the 60s, people took LSD to make the world weird. Now the world is weird and People take Prozac to make it normal.
1-We know exactly where any untaxed car is located among the millions of cars in America...... But we haven't got a clue as to where thousands of illegal immigrants and terrorists are located. Maybe we should put the DMV in charge of immigration.

One day, a man came home and was greeted by his wife dressed in a very Sexy nightie. "Tie me up," she purred, "and you can do anything you want." So he tied her up and went golfing.

OK then...I'll be back after the doctor tells me how sick I am...if I'm not too sick to sit up that is.

Meg

Here's the freak's...

...activity today...so far. I didn't realize that THIS was what was annoying her. Now that I know...can I play too?


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Meg

I doubt that I’ll EVER understand men…

…and I think I’ll just stop trying. The one that I’ve been sleeping with lately knows about this blog so I was trying to be a bit reserved about our sexcapades…out of respect for him. But he just flabbergasted me by asking me why I never mentioned our high jinks on the blog. I told him that I thought he would be unnerved by that and he said that he's been reading this thing everyday EXPECTING me to bring him up (no pun intended).

He actually said that it turns him on when I do mention him so I guess it would really, really get to him if I discussed him and what we’ve been up to. Well, we’ve been up to quite a bit, sort of. I don’t even know if I have it in me to tell you everything we do but I guess that from now on…I’ll have to take notes.

But, for now I suppose I should start with last night. He came over to watch the Cubs game with me. We ordered Chinese food and we sat in the living room eating General Tso’s Chicken, pork fried rice and a Pu Pu platter. The game started and after we were totally stuffed with egg rolls and other goodies…there was a rain delay. So, we did what any other couple would have done under similar circumstances…we sat there on the couch making out like a huge meteor was headed straight for earth.

After a while the rain delay started taking a while and it occurred to us that my son could walk in on us at any moment so we took our little party into the bedroom. I put ESPN on because if the game started again, I WAS going to watch it. We sat on the bed and chatted for a few minutes and while we were doing that, I sort of laid down on my side with my head on my hand and when I did that, he did it too. Our faces were inches apart so it didn’t take long before we went back to lip lock mode.

Each of our hands went on their own little exploratory missions and eventually, mine found the fly to his pants. I did the quick little “What have we here?” thing…snap, button or hook and eye? I recognized the feel of a button so I pulled one side of his pants a bit so that I could easily break through that little barrier. After that, the zipper was easy. He started to help me a bit and my foot found it’s way up to the crotch of his pants and pulled them the rest of the way down and off they went. He did the same with my pants only without the foot thing. By that time he had already unbuttoned two of the buttons of my top so I undid the rest of them and he went back to kissing me.

I wasn’t about to carry on with him wearing a shirt so I took that sucker off. Making out the entire time…I was doing what I should have been doing and he was doing the same…we were both preparing each other for the inevitable. Everything was going just fine and dandy…talk about your lollies!

When I was sure that everything was set up just perfectly…I pulled him on top of me. Now…at this point I should mention that this guy adores the fact that I’m so honest about everything so I’m sure that he wouldn’t like it if I lied. And I am absolutely POSITIVE that you guys wouldn’t want me to be anything less than honest so I have to tell you exactly what happened. He began to cross the threshold…and when he was about halfway in…he said, “Uh oh!”

I figured that one of us should have a good time so I grabbed his ass with my hands and pulled. Within ten seconds…he was done. He apologized and then we decided to open the fortune cookies.

The game never restarted and the “act” was never really finished.

Woops.

I found this on another blog:

http://circabellum.blogspot.com/2007/08/mystery.html

…and it was either plagiarize it or post a link so I decided to be honorable and post the link. It was just too cute to let it go without showing it to you guys.

It reminded me of my own bathing suit history. I wanted a two piece (that’s what we called bikini’s when we asked our mothers if we could have one.) and my mother said that I couldn’t have one. I bugged her over and over again until she finally bought me one.

The only problem was she bought it without me. Well, that wasn’t the ONLY problem, there was the fact that the top of the bathing suit had a curtain hanging from it. So, my first two piece bathing suit not only covered the middle of my trunk, it completely concealed the form of my burgeoning woman body. Not to mention the fact that it floated all around me as I moseyed through the water.

My mother tried to keep me a little girl for as long as humanly possible. I certainly understand that now…but in 1971...it didn’t help much at all as I tried to fit in amongst the other girls my age who wore actual bikini’s. I absolutely would have been the girl in the picture with the ugly floral bathing suit…of that I am positive.

When I wanted to begin shaving the body hairs that were sprouting from odd areas of my body…she wouldn’t allow it. Those stupid hairs started appearing in 1969...by 1971 they were becoming somewhat conspicuous. I don’t know what she was worried about. And then…when she finally discovered Nair and bought me a bottle…she gave it to me with this caveat…“Don’t use it ANYWHERE other than your legs and armpits.”

To this day I’m not sure what she thought I would do with it…shampoo perhaps? My only boyfriend at that point in my life was a poster on my bedroom wall. Surely she didn’t think that I was stupid enough to apply it “downtown”.

Who knows…I was an idiot back then, too. When I contracted my first yeast infection (the bane of women everywhere), I didn’t know what the hell was going on. After a few days of incorrigible itching and miserable burning…my 19 year old brain concluded that whatever it was…vinegar would surely cure my uncomfortable quandary. So, for some unknown reason, I poured a bottle of it on myself. For about one millisecond, it actually felt good. Then…the most ghastly, excruciating burning sensation set in.

I ran, screaming, into my bathtub and splashed water on myself trying to undo what I had just done. I yearned to go back to the semi-bearable itching that I had suffered only moments ago. Of course, I did. Then I finally decided to do what I should have done in the first place…I called the doctor.

So…maybe mother had a point.

I don’t know how I went from showing you a funny post to yeast infections…but now I must abruptly shift gears. I have to go to the doctor tomorrow…the neurosurgeon guy. I guess I’ll find out what they’re going to do about this thing…this cavernous malformation thing…in my brain. I’m not sure why they’re sending me to a surgeon before they send me to the oncologist…but they are. I'm glad that I won’t have to go to either one of them while my daughter is here.

She’ll be flying in on Wednesday and I can’t wait. I don’t know what we’ll be doing but I know that I’ll be taking a lot of pictures of us doing it. Knowing my daughter she’ll be trying to clean my house a LOT so I’ll try to head her off at the pass and do it myself. I always do but she always finds something to clean. Once she came and couldn’t find anything to clean so she just redecorated my bathroom.

I’ve been doing a lot of redecorating myself so it’ll be tough for her…but I’m sure she’ll find something to clean/redecorate/re-redecorate. One way or another, the grandkids were here all weekend so the house is a mess. That means that I have to get to work quickly.

OH! That reminds me of something that I wanted to mention. My granddaughter just started kindergarten…big school for little kids. Apparently…that means that she is now a salesperson. I find it despicable that companies use the little munchkins for profit. They give them a large envelope full of catalogues with overpriced crap that no one would ever buy. Then, the wee ones go to their grandparents and tell them, “I can win a prize if you buy a bunch of stuff you don’t need at prices you would never pay!”

So, they guilt the entire family into buying useless knick knacks. The companies know that each kid is good for at least 3 purchases, the parents and both sets of grandparents. This is all under the guise of providing the school with things that tax dollars or parents have already paid for. The catalogue that my granddaughter brought home had wrapping paper priced at ten bucks for a sheet two feet wide and ten feet long. That’s barely enough paper to wrap one good sized gift. Wouldn’t you prefer a gift with a sawbuck taped to it rather than a gift with ten bucks worth of wrapping paper around it?

I refused to allow my own kids to participate in such scams when they were kids but with grandkids…it’s a sticky situation. If the parents are allowing it, you look like an evil grinch if you don’t help the kid vie for the “prize” that they “might” win if they sell the most trash. I would much rather give my granddaughter $100 than spend $10 on these ridiculous rip-offs.

I wish there was something that I could do to put a major dent in the profit margin of these hideous companies that use young children as money making machines. If you have kids that are being asked to sell trash to you and all of your family members…please consider not allowing the kids to participate. Mine didn’t and yet somehow they grew up unscathed.

OK then…that’s it for now…I have to do some serious house cleaning today. Tomorrow I have to go to the doctor and I probably won’t have the time or the energy to do it then. And who knows…with my luck the doctor will stick me straight into the hospital.

See ya!

Meg

Here’s the comment…

…that Solaris tried to take back:

Woops - forgot to add the lollies here in reference to Sous: lololol. (I'm joking)

I left it exactly as she wrote it because I don’t know what the hell a woop is, nor do I know what lollies are. Since I didn’t know what they were, I didn’t know how to safely edit the comment. I looked them both up and according to Merriam-Webster’s Dictionary, a woop is a “variation of oops” and a lolly (the closest thing I could find to lollies) is a “piece of candy”. The only correlation that I could find between the two words is “Woops, I’ve dropped my lollies!” How that references Sous Gal…I do not know.

Anyone who knows me knows how much I love my lollies…and to drop them would truly be a major woop. Right now I happen to have a bowl of lollies that any lolly-lover would surely envy…it has candy corn (with the white parts taken off, I LOVE the white parts), sour cherry balls, bubble gum…aw hell, I’ll just show you what I have in my bowl. It’s much easier than naming them all. Here are my lolly-leftovers:



Obviously, I must buy more lollies, I'm almost out. But a more ardent lolly-lover, you won't easily find.

My mother used to stop at the Five & Dime and bring home 6 bags full of penny candy, back in the day when penny candy was actually a penny. She would put 10 pieces of lollies in each of our bags which meant that she would make all six of us very happy for a mere 60 cents. You couldn't do that today. It would be quite a chore to make one kid happy for 60 cents, much less six of them.

Now...if Solaris used the word lollies meaning something other than candy...this post would make no sense. But that's OK...I've never felt the need to make sense anyway. But, the more I think about it, the more I like the phrase woops and lollies. I'm going to be using it from now on and I don't care what it means...it sounds like a LOT of fun...doesn't it? It sort of describes my life...it's always been full of woops and lollies. Sometimes I have more woops than lollies...but when I have my lollies, the woops don't seem so bad.

Such is the life of a Cubs fan...we love our woops because we don't really get many lollies. We're in the midst of a rare lolly right now as we maintain sole possession of first place in the National League Central Division. And according to our wise and clever sage of a manager, Lou Pinella, "If we play well enough, we'll stay in first place."

Gee Lou...ya think?

I don't know how long it'll last, but damned the woops, let's grab the lollies!

I'll be watching those Cubbies today from here in Atlanta...but OH!...what I wouldn't give to see them win a game at home. Oh well, maybe next year.

See ya!

Meg

Good morning!

I just got home from work and I wanted to pop in and say hello before I crawled into my new bed. It'll be tough to do because the grandbabies are here but I've got to do it. I worked ICU last night, something I haven't done in long, long time.

While I was down in the cafeteria, I met a guy who's wife was in the ED because she has kidney problems. He said that she was on prednisone and I asked him if it caused her to have mood swings as prednisone is known to do. He said that it most certainly did. Prednisone is a steroid so I felt for the guy...can you imagine being married to a woman who not only has PMS, but "Roid Rage" as well? What a nightmare.

That was my fourth shift this week...and the shortest shift I worked and it was 14 hours long. That was today. I went into overtime sometime during the shift I worked Thursday night so last night was all overtime. But...working in the ICU...I earned every cent of it. On the floors, we usually have anywhere from 6-8 patients a shift and in the ICU, we have 1 or 2. But, those one or two ICU patients keep a nurse busier than the 6-8 patients that we have on the floor.

In the ICU, we don't have any techs so we do all of the work ourselves. That and the acuity of the ICU patients make it a heckuva lot tougher work. I never asked to work in the Units...as a matter of fact I specifically told them that I didn't want to. But, when I got there, it was too late to change the schedule so I just had to grin and bear it.

I hear a little voice calling, "Grandma?!?!?!!!!" I MUST answer that call so off I am to see what the little angel wants and when they wake me up...I don't want to miss a bit of fun while I have them here so I'm going to go play for a little bit.

I just woke up with my head about to hit the keyboard so I think that I should head to bed. Have a great weekend you's guys!

Meggers

I'm getting nervous here...

...I just watched the Cubs kick ass and I've always told my kids that the Cubs will win the Series the October following my death. They're a half game out of first place and with the season winding down a bit...they're looking pretty damned good. I told the kids that when I croak, they should immediately bet on the Cubs to win it all because I wouldn't have the luck to live to see them win it myself.

I’ve loved baseball since I was a kid and when I was about 10, I discovered that if I went to Wrigley Field and waited long enough, I could sneak in one of the service entrances along side a truck. When the security guy flipped the switch and the gates started to open, I would get along the opposite side of the truck and sneak my little self in. If I made it to the dug outs, I was home free. Nobody bothered a little girl sitting on the dug outs, they assumed that I must be with one of the players. I met so many Cubs back then, Bill Madlock, Don Kessinger, Ron Santo, Ernie Banks...I could go on and on. I told them that my Dad was a peanut man and they never bothered me at all. To the contrary, they were all very nice. I never did get to meet my first baseball crush, Cubs first baseman, Pete LaCock, son of Hollywood Squares announcer, Peter Marshall.

It never occurred to me until it happened, but one day I found out that the visiting team sometimes practices at Wrigley Field, too. I went down to the first base dug out and spoke to Tug McGraw, Ollie Brown and Larry Bowa. They gave me a ball and they all signed it and had some other Phillie’s sign it as well. That was so cool. I went to the game the next day.

The Cubs blew a 14-2 lead and lost the game 15-16. It was a-fricking-mazing. I went to Wrigley a couple of years ago when I visited my daughter. I love to see them at home...although there certainly are more than a few Cubs fans here in Atlanta. I’ve seen the Cubs play all over the country but I’ve never seen so many Cub fans outside of Wrigley Field as they have here in Atlanta.

I try not to get too bold in my cheering efforts here...it can come back to bite you. The Cubs can come from behind like nobody I’ve ever seen but they are better at blowing massive leads and leaving men on base than any team in baseball history.

Oh well, I am one of those Cub fans...the best fans in baseball. And I've never been sorry to be one because as we always say, there's always next year. I just hope that I get to see next year. If not...I hope that my kids win a bundle on them this year.

Gotta run, work beckons.

See ya,

Meg

Think about this...

A little something for all fellow my women out there: if you love something, set it free. If it comes back, it will always be yours. If it doesn't come back, it was never yours to begin with. But, if it just sits in your living room, messes up your stuff, eats your food, uses your telephone, takes your money and doesn't appear to realise that you had set it free...just remember that you married it.

:):):)

OK then...

...the surprise that I had has turned out to be a bust and there's a good reason for that. I refused to follow through on it. I doubt that you'll blame me.

Last week I received a phone call from a woman who is producing a talk show. She wanted me to fly to Chicago and be at a taping of a new talk show hosted by Steve...the big, hulk of a guy who breaks up fights (only after a few good punches are landed) on the Jerry Springer Show. She told me that Steve was getting his own show and that it was going to be "more serious than Jerry's show". I was under the impression that they wanted me to talk about my blog because that's what the lady mentioned.

When they called me back on Sunday night, a woman asked me if I had any drama going on in my life. This was a different woman that the one I had spoken to earlier and I had the impression that she didn't know what the other woman had discussed with me. I told her that I thought the first lady had something specific in mind regarding the blog. She said that she would speak to the producer (the first woman) and see what she meant.

While I was at work Monday, the show called and spoke to my son. They wanted me to be on the show and...get this...bring Rick with me. Even if I thought Rick would go along with that...I wouldn't. There would be nothing to be gained from it and everything to be lost. First of all, Rick and I speak often and we've developed a nice post-divorce relationship. And secondly...who knows WHAT to expect on a show like that? So, I'm sorry to disappoint you but trust me...I was disappointed as well.

So much for that.

Yesterday (Tuesday morning) I got home from work after 3 AM. I remember leaving work and driving home from the hospital. The next thing I remember is waking up on the floor in my bedroom wearing my uniform bottoms. I don't know what I did nor do I remember what I did with my top or the things in my pockets. When I woke up on the floor, I was tired so I just climbed into my bed and went to sleep.

I woke up at about 6 PM and went around the house looking for my top and the things that were in the pockets. My top was in the hamper and the stuff that I had in my pockets was all on my desk, neatly laid down. So, I didn't do anything stupid, I put everything where it belonged and I must have walked into my bedroom and somehow I ended up on the floor.

My son had a "guest" over that night and when I told him what happened, he said, "My friend said that she heard something fall last night but I thought it was one of the cats." Well, it wasn't one of the cats, it was me. So, I guess I had another seizure. That idiot doctor who said that I was acting violently in my doctor's office was such a jerk. If I didn't find out the truth from the doctor's office, I would have worried that I could've injured someone while I was blacked out. I don't know how long these seizures are lasting but they've got to stop soon.

I have an appointment with a neurosurgeon on the 21rst and another appointment with an oncologist on the 28th. I received a phone call from a woman who wanted to make that appointment on the 28th and she said that it was with the oncologist. I asked her why I needed to see an oncologist and she became all flustered and said, "The doctor will talk to you when you get there." So...I don't know what the hell is going on.

On a lighter note, my new bed was christened tonight. It is officially a bed now. And thankfully, the christening wasn't wasted on a bum...is was spent on a man who appreciated my new bed. When I emailed him the picture of it, he replied:

"...Oh my, that is nice! I think I could help you break it in. Was it hard to put up?.."

It wasn't hard to put up and he wasn't hard to get up. Of course, I didn't have to put the bed up myself, I had a couple of men do that for me. I did put the sheets on it, though.

Also, this was sent to me by a friend and I thought it was so cute that I wanted to share it with you guys:

Click here: YouTube - "If My Nose Was Running Money" By Aaron Wilburn

OK then...you guys have a good night (or is it day?) and I'll be back when I wake up.

Ciao,

Meg

By the way, I forgot to mention something...the lady from the show asked me a bunch of stupid questions like these:

Do you have any tattoos?

Do you have any body piercings?

Do you have all of your teeth?

I'm not kidding. I bet they didn't ask those questions of the Springer guests. Oh, they also wanted me to send them pictures of myself. I wasn't sure what they wanted to hear...so I just told them the truth. When she asked if I had all of my teeth, I should have said, "What do you want to hear?"

If someone created a television station…


…full of programming that was nothing more than black people committing crimes against white people, I know that there would be an uproar that could be heard all the way to China. Yet for some reason, Lifetime has gotten away with just that transgression only towards a different group of humans. I certainly don’t watch it…to do so would be to promote the bigotry behind the choices made by those in charge of such a network. But…as I click through channel after channel, I make note of what passes for entertainment on that sexist station.

I was raised (half of the way) by a man, I’ve given birth to them and I have 3 brothers whom I love dearly. There are very few of us who can deny that we have men in our life who have helped us in one way or another. Only a truly sad and twisted person can live an entire life without having, at the very least, loved a man in one way or another. Why is it that we never stand up for them when we see them pigeonholed by those such as The Lifetime Network? Unlike women and other minorities, men are not organized so there's no one to speak for them when they’re treated in such a manner.

There are many who would think that men need no help…after all, they’re murderers, rapists and kidnappers…right? Apparently that’s what those at The Lifetime Network would have you believe.

Over the past few decades men have been demonized and vilified…yet they sit back and say nothing because they themselves, as a group, have been convinced that they are evil incarnate. I refuse to believe that because of the men that I’ve known in my life. Of course there are always the exceptions to the rule but that’s the case in all groups of people…men, women and hermaphrodites alike.

Recently I asked men to share their views on the topic of breast implants. I expected them to opine that when it comes to breasts, “Bigger is better and the female behind them be damned”. I was stunned with the responses that I received. There certainly were those who liked the idea of fake tits…how could they ALL deny it when sales of blow-up dolls are high enough to make it a business worth pursuing? Yet the numbers of men who considered the health of women…physical and mental…was absolutely amazing.

Rather than murderous rapists, men can be unselfish, magnanimous and noble. They don’t inexorably discuss sex when sex was already implied in the question. Many of them, with neither prodding nor prompting, immediately thought of the woman. Their thoughts ranged from concern for the woman’s feelings to the contemplation of their own self-doubts. They make one think that maybe…just maybe…these beings have feelings.

BUT WHAT ABOUT YOU, BABY?

"...Another thing I didn't even mention is the potential risk with any procedure however small. I just find it a tough thing to swallow to place yourself in any risk for an elective procedure..."

"...The only reason I can see for getting implants is if a woman was disfigured or has a mastectomy and wanted implants to repair her shattered self image..."

"...I guess you need to please yourself, and be comfortable with yourself and your choice before you do anything..."

"...but maybe you can do some chest exercising, withlight weights that might strengthen your boobs muscles...

"...You're right, some guys don't like fake boobs, but I guess you need to please yourself, and be comfortable with yourself and your choice before you do anything..."

"...How do you anticipate this surgery would make you feel? What are your concerns with this procedure?..."

AND I LOVE HER.

"...my wife’s breast sag some but that kinda comes with age..."

"...I would never want to see my wife go under “the knife” for something so superficial..."

"...My wife’s boobs may sag, but they sag because she traded them in when she chose to breastfeed our children..."

Most of the men from whom I heard never mentioned size, rather they discussed the “natural” feel of a woman’s breasts and the unreasonable expectations of some men.

WHAT THE HELL ARE THOSE?

"...I hate fake tits, they get rock hard, I would rather have a flat girl whose tits are real..."

"...keep in mind it does change the feel to the touch..."

"...Perhaps you could get something that really looks natural. You also have to get something age appropriate. The reality is, 40 year olds don't have the boobs of a 20 year old no matter how big or small you are..."

"...If your gonna get perky breasts of an 18 year old, the guy that your going to meet might be a bit unrealistic in terms of what the reality of a 49 year old woman's body might be. I think there is a very happy medium in terms of looking really beautiful and sexy and (most important) age appropriate..."

"...Natural is the way to go. What's next. He wants you to get a new nose? pouty lips? Higher cheek bones?..."

"...I mean in my view shouldn’t you change what God gave you..."

"...The reality is, 40 year olds don't have the boobs of a 20 year old no matter how big or small you are..."

"...they are ugly, hard, and we would be much happier if they would get them on there backs..."

HE’S RATHER SAGACIOUS ABOUT TITS, ISN’T HE?

"...You just have to make sure you don't go too big. The temptation to do that is great. You know once you have the hood open you might as well..."

"...I had a friend who liked to fish. He used to bait his hooks with different bait depending on what he wanted to catch. With this being said, you need to look at what your baiting your hooks with and what your going to end up reeling in. If your gonna get perky breasts of an 18 year old, the guy that your going to meet might be a bit unrealistic in terms of what the reality of a 49 year old woman's body might be. I think there is a very happy medium in terms of looking really beautiful and sexy and (most important) age appropriate. I think if you go with the latter choice in terms of presentation, you stand a better chance of attracting a better quality individual with more grounded and realistic expectations. Once you reel in a shark, don't be surprised when you get bitten. That's just their nature..."

"...I think its terrible that breast implants are the number one graduation gift in America now. The only reason I can see for getting implants is if a woman was disfigured or has a mastectomy and wanted implants to repair her shattered self image. But 18 year olds wanting bigger boobs cause they think that’s what makes them attractive is just sad..."

Sure, some of them responded like you’d expect a man to respond. I guess you could call them “male sluts”. They responded in a way that I didn't find offensive, they were rather playful about the topic. But I’ve met a lot of female sluts so that barely counts. They certainly made me smile so I wanted to share those comments with you.

DID SOMEONE SAY BOOBS?

"...shoot me over an updated pic, I’ll be honest..."

"...let me have a look at these things... Let me be the judge. I am somewhat of a boob guy..."

"...if you want I’ll send one back as collateral!..."

What surprised me the most were the guys who were JUST as self-conscious as a woman. But but, for some reason, those poor things can't get surgery to enhance themselves. I mean they could GET the surgery...but somehow with a man it seems more Barry Bond-ish...they would have to have an asterisk by ther name if they did.

I HEAR YA SISTA’

"...I guess the way you feel about your boobs is how I feel about my .... I was going to send you a pic of it, but again am a little self-conscious..."

"...I understand the self conscious thing being only 6 inches. it's likeeverywhere I look they are bigger than mine!!..."

"...I had a woman once who told me how small my dick was. It’s been with me ever since. I would never want to make a woman feel the way that woman made me feel..."

So, no matter what Lifetime says, men aren’t so bad. Actually, I think the problem is that they're simply as fucked up as we are.



By the way...the only person who answered me in person was my son. Apparently...he doesn't care one way or another. I'm not sure if that's a good thing or a bad thing.