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Friday, August 31, 2007

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!

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Blogger ReallyEvilCanine said...

I love those lamers. Every last one of them is too stupid to realise that crap is never successful because there are very few women who like feeling like generic orifices (and those who do generally sell said holes). Each and every one of them is one more twit I don't have to compete with.

Age perception is relative -- reverse logarithmic in my experience. The older we get the closer we seem to those considerably older than us. Look at almost any workplace where colleagues can easily be 30 years apart. Now look at a kid's world: everyone in authority is older. Being the authority of authority (a.k.a, mommy's mommy) makes you SUPER-old. But as you showed, that wall can be broken.

August 31, 2007  
Blogger Meg said...

Oh yes...age is most assuredly relative. That's why I love working with old people...REAL old people, by anyone's standards.

As to your first comment, I'd like to bring that sucker up in a post.

Back after I do that!

Meg

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Thursday, August 30, 2007

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

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Anonymous Limerick Gal said...

It's idiots like that who give the rest of the male species a bad name. It's wrong of me to tar all men with the same brush, but when the majority you meet are like that, it's hard not to!

August 30, 2007  
Blogger Meg said...

Oh hell no. It isn't easy. They're out there...they're just not multiplying in great numbers. But I know the good ones are there somewhere and I don't mind waiting for one of them. A relationship should never get to a point where a man feels he can treat a woman with less respect than would a man in a bar trying to score. Who would you rather be with? Keeping in mind you don't HAVE to screw anybody...you can just utilise your time better. I hate being dumped on...and I hate when a nice guy goes to dumping yet says that everything is fine and normal. Well, if that's normal...I don't want it. Normal is what you allow to happen and I won't allow that crap to happen anymore.

Anyway...I have to take a nap and stop chowing down on pez.

See ya!

Meg

August 30, 2007  
Blogger Brad said...

Meg,
I saw your profile and you seem like a very nice lady. I would really like to spend some time getting to know you. I would never want to complicate that with casual sex. I better go now so I can help homeless children. I hope to hear from you soon!

ACROBATICSEXGOD69

But seriously...
I think that's just another example of men trying any and every approach. Maybe their intentions with you were above board, maybe not. Judging by the screen names, they'd settle for a roll in the hay with someone. I suspect anyone. I just don't get it. Does the name "LAPALOTAPUSS" ever attract anyone female?

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Wednesday, August 29, 2007

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!

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Blogger Brad said...

Well I hope you got out and had fun. I've been pretty cooped up in my own house lately, so I feel your frustration.

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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

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Blogger Sous Gal said...

What he says is a fact is, in fact :) his perception. He can't possibly know, for a fact, how often you check your email. Unless he's you.

And what does he get from antagonizing you like that? What's the loss to him if he just goes with the flow and doesn't sweat the small stuff? He's supposed to be trying to impress you!

Did you sign up for a sparring partner?? argh... MEN!

August 29, 2007  
Blogger Brad said...

Hey Meg! This is Brad. I've been trying to call you. Please call me at my cousin's best friend's sister's friend's house as soon as you can. It is important! I have a cell phone on me, but it is much more convenient for you to call me there.

Is this guy married?

August 29, 2007  
Blogger Meg said...

LOL...that would my question! You'll have ask him. Maybe you can catch him at his mother's. You guys should see the rest of the emails...they didn't stop.

:(

August 29, 2007  
Anonymous Anonymous said...

How about you, Brad? Are you married? ;)

I see you're from here, maybe one day we'll meet and I can take ya out to the 'hole, no pun intended :)

August 29, 2007  
Blogger Anne Arky said...

Hey, Meg.
I was trying to call you at Brad's house, but his mother sent me an email with the wrong phone number for you to call me at work when Brad was at his cousin's best friend's sister's friend's house visiting his mailman (or email man, as it were). Let me know when you get this, and call me on Brad's cell phone so we can go to the Diner sometime. Text me with your schedule, okay? (Who is this Brad fellow? I like his sense of humor! He's a hoot!)

August 29, 2007  
Blogger Brad said...

Ok. I'm not one to hog someone else's comment section, but someone who was anonymous posted the following:

"How about you, Brad? Are you married? ;)

I see you're from here, maybe one day we'll meet and I can take ya out to the 'hole, no pun intended :)"

No...I'm not married. What is "the 'hole"? I'm always up for going new places.

August 30, 2007  
Blogger Meg said...

HOG AWAY!!!! The comments are what EYE look forward to reading!

Anne, Gotcha...I left the message on the third machine with the date and time...see ya there!

You know...I think I am going to post the rest of that inane conversation.

Meg

August 30, 2007  
Anonymous Anonymous said...

Brad,

Let me see a picture first!

August 30, 2007  
Blogger Anne Arky said...

Meg,
I reread your revised post, and what I think is that you should dump the chump. (I'm sure you're shocked that I would react that way -- NOT!)

Anne

August 31, 2007  
Anonymous Anonymous said...

I'm with Anne.
Now I'll have to continue reading and see what happens......
TW

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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.

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Blogger Anne Arky said...

Meg,
Loved your granddaughter's picture!

Anne

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Tuesday, August 28, 2007

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

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Blogger Lara Croft said...

I lurve your room Megs, the paint works well with the bed, the bed works well with the quilt and the tv makes it a cool chill out room.

August 28, 2007  
Blogger Meg said...

Thanks...I love it too. As I said, I'm not done and the pictures don't show some of the little things that I have but I didn't want to take pictures of every stupid thing in the room.

That's the quilt that I found on sale the other day. Can you believe that I let Payton sleep up there with me?

He always knows that when I brush my teeth, I'm headed to bed so he runs in there and jumps on the right side of the bed (left if you're looking at it) with his big dumb head on the pillow as though he's already asleep. He's too funny to kick out. Of course, I wash a lot of blankets because he leaves a shadow wherever he sleeps for more than a few days. I wake up in the middle of the night and he's leaning against my back. He's been sleeping on the bed since I started doing it again. When I slept on the couch, he just slept on the floor in front of me. If I have someone in the room with me...he lies outside the door and growls once every 10 minutes....just in case.

Oh, Solaris...my daughter thought that umbrella was SOOOO scute! I'm STILL waiting for rain so that I can use it. I carried it with me for a week while it WAS raining, but it never rained when I was running from the car to work.

And...the lantern is the one I got at that antique sale. It's not an antique...but it'll work if the power goes off! I counted my alarm clocks...I have 5 in there. None of them are set right now...but this morning my son's stupid alarm on his damn cell phone woke me up. I couldn't figure out what the hell that sound was and when I went to find it, I noticed that the morning news was on so I didn't bother going back to bed. Hell...it's almost 7 anyway. It's a good thing that I went to bed early last night or I would be one annoyed female. It's so odd, if I HAVE to get up to go to work, I can't hear a slew of alarm clocks. But...since I don't have to work or do anything else...that one dumb alarm woke me up from the other side of the house. I took it to my son in the bedroom and woke him up WELL to ask, "Do you want to get up? Is that why you set this thing?" He said, "No...I want to sleep!" I said, "SO DO I!"

We're gonna have to work on that cell phone thing at night...I don't like getting up if I don't have to. OK...I might as well just write a whole damn post.

BRB,

Meg

August 29, 2007  
Blogger SolarisGal said...

I'm glad you both like it!

And Lara - YOU SO ROCK!!

August 29, 2007  
Blogger Lara Croft said...

Awwwwww Sol noooooooo YOU Rock !! lollies

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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.


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Blogger Eliza Doolittle said...

Bravo!

August 28, 2007  
Blogger Meg said...

I'll give that to my dog...he's the amazing little shit that inspires me to think about what Vick has actually done.

Meg

August 28, 2007  
Blogger Meg said...

Ms. Glenn, get lost.

August 28, 2007  
Blogger Grammie said...

First of all, I adore your pictures...especially the ones of your cat and dog lying peacefully together. Having just lost my beloved cat, I am especially touched by your photos.

Secondly, I agree with Eliza: Bravo! Bravo! How does a person do such cruelty and then live with themselves? I don't get it!

Take care,
Grammie

August 28, 2007  
Blogger Meg said...

Can you imagine? I'd love to see him do his time in prison watching every episode of Lassie that's ever been made. I would never do such a thing but if I ever went off my nut and did, I would send an attroney out with my apology so as not to have to be seen again in public. THAT would be what I'd like to see happen to Vick...he should just disappear into oblivion and I never want to hear his name again. Like the Egyptian's, we should strike his name from everything public.

If he EVER gets to play in the NFL again, I would make such a stink all by myself that he wouldn't want to show up. Of course, that's assuming he has a tiny bit of shame...but I haven't seen any of that from him so we most likely WILL see that SOB again.

What a shame. Anyone out there want to watch him take a snap?

Meg

August 28, 2007  
Blogger Brad said...

As the proud owner of an Akita, I too could have made him a mean and vicious menace to society, but instead he is a teddy bear. That is unless you try to hurt my daughter.

You may have just inspired another post. That is IF I can get my internet connection back up at home.

Great pictures!

August 28, 2007  
Blogger akakarma said...

Getting thrills from pain is called sadism and for consenting adults it's whatever they want I guess. But animals? That is so sick! Mr Sick Vick should be put in jail and left there as an example. I love your dog Meg!

August 28, 2007  
Blogger SolarisGal said...

Payton is so gorgeous. I can't understand why anyone would want to torture animals. The animals they are...

What I also have trouble understanding is the fact that Ms. Glenn is reading blogs when she should be washing her bedsheets and removing the crap and the dead grass she has on her front lawn that lowers the quality of the entire damn neighborhood.

August 29, 2007  

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Monday, August 27, 2007

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?

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Blogger Robb said...

I hope he never gets to play football again.

One thing is for sure. My dog is like my children to me. He tries to take care of them like a big brother would too. He was actually the inspiration for my first tattoo.

August 27, 2007  
Blogger Meg said...

Robb,

You're sooooo damned right, of course. I woke up to the news this morning and there it was again. Right now I have the misfortune of living in Vickville and I just can't get away from this crap.

What I wrote up there is not at all indicative of how angry I am at what that man did. Even I was impressed with his thug ass until this happened! (Make no mistake, I was, am and always will be a Bears fan, but I do like to see a great quarterback.) Think of the great SPORTSMEN we have known over the decades...Walter Payton, Michael Jordan, Ron Santo, Hank Aaron...I could go on and on. Can you imagine ANY of these men torturing man's best friends? Of course not! That's because it's not sportsmanlike behavior...it's CRIMINAL and inhumane. All Pete Rose did was bet on a baseball game or two. I went to the Baseball Hall of Fame. In the museum section they have a room of stats and on the wall with the hit stats, Rose is at the top of most lists and very, very close to the top of the rest of them. He was a great player. But we haven't let him anywhere near a game. Damn...I'm getting mad again and I can't afford to do that with this aneurysm in my brain. Aw hell, let me just write another post. See ya when I'm done.

Meg

August 28, 2007  
Blogger Brad said...

A female saying I'm right...wow...I'm not used to that! :)

I live in Vickville too, but I am from the DC area, so I'm a Virginia Tech fan too. I'll admit that he was great in college. I was a big Vick fan then. As soon as he decided to go to the NFL, I knew he wasn't mature enough to make that jump. What I didn't know was that his thug mentality would stay with him even after making all that money. I guess a bad person is a bad person no matter what.

August 28, 2007  
Blogger Meg said...

A female saying I'm right...wow...I'm not used to that! :)



LOL, it doesn't matter how crazy the idea...if it's in my head...it WILL exit my mouth (or in this case, my keyboard)...that's part of my charm:)

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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.

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Blogger akakarma said...

Oh Miss Meg,you sure didn't deserve that hurt over and over! My H knows clearly that once was it and he's made earnest amends and strides in understanding the issues. We are not in romantic perfection now but I feel I know him and myself better, for better and worse. Believe you me, I am not a cockyeyed optimist and there's no rosecolored glasses. But I do believe it's worth a shot and since I've never been perfect in my life either, I feel I can give him that with my eyes wide open. Thanks for your thoughtful comment and thanks for your friendship!

August 27, 2007  
Blogger Meg said...

Oh, no one deserves it except the people who perpetrate it on others. I would love to see someone cheat on another cheater. As a matter of fact...I think that EVERY WOMAN ON THE PLANET should be ready to screw Brad Pitt...just once...for Jen. That'd get his whore du jour. Can you imagine knowing that there wasn't one female on Earth that wouldn't screw your man? Or, the man that you stole from someone else...I don't think you can claim ownership of one you stole.

Well, my daughter is somewhere over the country in an airplane. Her flight lands in LA at 9 something which isn't too bad considering she didn't take off until 7. That was a quick 5 days!

Now I'll write something longer than this...I have the time.

:(:(:(

August 27, 2007  
Blogger SolarisGal said...

No, I'd like it the other way. I'd like for every man on the planet to screw Angelina Jolie so that Brad can feel so stupid for leaving his decent wife.

I'd give 1/2 my bank account (the 3 dollars I have left in there after paying rent) if only my stbx husband would go "home" to his new girlfriend and find her in bed with another man. Can you imagine? ooo ooo ooo, the money I'd pay for that to happen! Not so that he can return to me, but so that he can feel the exact pain.

August 27, 2007  
Blogger Meg said...

Well girl...

...luckily one of us will probably get our way...neither one of them will be faithful for any length of time. Yeah...I'm with you on the other. This is why I love karma so much. Can you imagine KNOWING how much bad karma you put out? I'd be looking over my shoulder at every turn.

:):):)

August 27, 2007  
Anonymous Trish said...

I also believe in karma and that's what i've been waiting for to happen so that my unfaithful ex will realize what he has done.

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Saturday, August 25, 2007

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

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Blogger Jaded said...

I'm so glad you're having such a wonderful time with your family! How wonderful that you can do some mother/daughter outings AND spend time with the grandkids!

August 25, 2007  
Blogger Meg said...

It IS fun...she asks what we should do and I tell her we can do whatever she wants to do. She also wants to play BINGO while she's here...I don't know why. Maybe she's too cool in "So-Cal"...apparently that's what they call the part of California in which my daughter lives.

OK then...back to having fun!

Meggers

August 25, 2007  
Blogger Eliza Doolittle said...

Girl, where are you antiquing in Mayretta that is having a 60% off sale????? And you didn't tell us (LG and I) about it WHY???

August 25, 2007  
Anonymous Limerick Gal said...

I'm so happy that you get to spend this time with your family. Enjoy every moment with them - you deserve it!

August 25, 2007  
Blogger Meg said...

LOLOL...well, I wasn't trying to keep it a secret from YOU guys...but I didn't want to start a rush on the stuff before I got to browse through it all. But it can't be too bad so I'll tell you. Damn...I don't know the name of it but it's on Roswell Street, just to the East of The Veterinary Clinic (and west of Taurus Insurance) with a bunch of old crap sitting out front. When I go back today I'll get the name of it. The receipt doesn't even have the name, it's one of those old receipts that you can buy at any store. They have a LOT of stuff left.

I'm going back today. I wish Dupree's would have a 60% off sale like that!

Meg

August 26, 2007  
Blogger Meg said...

You guys up for BINGO tonight?

Meg

August 26, 2007  
Anonymous Limeick Gal said...

When & where???

August 26, 2007  
Blogger Eliza Doolittle said...

I wish Dupree's would too! I'd buy out the store. I could spend hours there, seriously.

August 27, 2007  
Blogger Meg said...

Damn...ain't no BINGO on Sunday's. Now I have tyo write a post for ya'll.

:):):)

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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

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Friday, August 24, 2007

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

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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

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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.

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Blogger Sunshine said...

Do you think age makes a difference?
I've never cheated in the 20 years I've been married but I cheated a few times when I was a teenager, dating. I was terrified it would be something ( a character flaw)that would carry over into my married life. I knew it was wrong but was worried that when temptation occurred I wouldn't have the willpower to resist.
I prayed about it, because we had a baby on the way and I really wanted my marriage to work. We've had many rocky times and temptation came knocking a few times. But I guess I cared more for my kids well being and the far reaching consequences and that was enough to hold me back.
So I was a cheater and could have continued but chose not too. I guess marriage and motherhood changed me.

August 24, 2007  
Blogger Meg said...

I guess age matters to an extent...but so does taking that vow. And when you consider the baby...you don't even think of breaking that vow because you aren't SELFISH...you're thinking of someone else. That's why I keep bringing that point up.

It's the whole thing in a nutshell. If you are the type who would cheat on a vow like marriage...you would...period. Dating isn't the same. It's still not right...but marriage is simply supposed to be a lifelong committment. If you hang in there during the bad times you'll have an amazing life story to tell.

Yeah, age is a factor, that's why you shouldn't generally get6 married at 16...but there are those who do it and do it well. But...Rick and I were 30 years old and had dated for 6 years. Go figure.

August 24, 2007  
Blogger SolarisGal said...

Meg - It takes an extremely strong woman to turn away a man who showers her with affection and "I'm sorries" -
especially if she loves the man. The only thing that your actions have shown by accepting him back is that you really loved Rick and you wanted to keep your family together.

August 24, 2007  
Blogger Brad said...

Wow. That was quite an elaboration. I still think that you may have misinterpreted a couple of the things I was saying. Now I feel the need to clarify a little in another post so that my comment here doesn't look like a novel.

Thanks for the discussion.

August 24, 2007  
Blogger SolarisGal said...

Brad (but more to your readers) -

This topic is upsetting - I had to skim through it, but I'll comment anyway.

I swear to the Almighty, that my husband NEVER told me that there was anything wrong with our marriage before I found out about the affair.

He used to tell me that he loves me, and that I was his best friend.

And then I found several text messages - one of them, "I can't wait to have our little daughter together" from his coworker's phone. But I forgave him on the spot because I really loved him and I was desperate to save our marriage.

BUT he developed an unexplainable anger towards me and acted as if the cheating was my fault. He moved out at the end of the second week after I found the texts and a week later, I was mailed divorce papers.

That's how my 10 year marriage - the one I bragged about to my coworkers, ended. Suddenly - within a span of 3 weeks.

Even if I was doing something that made him unhappy, why didn't he ever tell me?

The truth is because HE WASN'T UNHAPPY. But he had to justify his affair and the "I've-never-felt-this-way-before" feeling associated with his affair so he made himself believe that he was. (Oh, and that "feeling" really translates to new lust. that's all it is)

Funny how an affair becomes one big lie after another. It's unbelievable the amount of lying the cheater has to do. If only my husband could have told his family and friends the truth, it would have hurt less. But, without elaborating - the office bitch and him both made it seem as if I was imagining the obvious.

That's what prompted me to blog - to express the injustice.

Oh, and Meg - I totally disagree with your "checking the person's family out" comment.

I had people in my family cheat on their spouses, but I would absolutely NEVER cheat on mine. AND, my husband's family has done nothing but teach their children ethics and morals. They are of the type who pray together before mealtime.

I think that one should evaluate the person's character and history, but even those things can be highly deceiving.

but what's the use?? When you're in love and you want things to work, you'd tend excuse the person's behavior anyway.

August 24, 2007  
Anonymous Cheryl said...

You're right as usual Meg. But let me add: TRUST YOUR INTUITION!

August 24, 2007  
Blogger Meg said...

Solaris...I did love him...leaving wasn't an option, we were married.

Brad, I agreed with EVERYTHING else you said so you're still batting in the .900's. Not bad at all, it was an excellent post...I wouldn't have subjected my readers to a poorly written post.

To what Solaris said in the long comment....ditto.

Cheryl...abso-fucking-lutely. You are NOT crazy...you're right.

August 24, 2007  
Blogger kissmekate said...

Cheating is not always a sign of an unhappy marriage, but it is ALWAYS a sign of something askew with the cheating partner.

August 24, 2007  
Blogger Meg said...

Yes ma'am. Tis.

:):):)

August 24, 2007  
Blogger akakarma said...

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. Bad English I know, but I need a vacation from my vacation! Seems like material for a full blog! Lollies!

August 26, 2007  

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Thursday, August 23, 2007

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

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Blogger Brad said...

Thanks for thinking enough of my post to mention it on yours. I don't think we really disagree so much. I left a response to your comment.

Have fun shopping!

August 23, 2007  
Blogger Meg said...

It was really very good. We had fun shopping...now we're cooking chili...and doing it well.

I have a new problem that's freaking me out. My left arm is sore and one of the veins is all hard and messed up. I'm afraid that it's deep vein thrombosis which is treated with blood thinners which I don't want to take because of my aneurysm. Damn...and the doctor told me to stay calm. I'm really having a tough time staying calm.

Oh well...back to cooking!

Meg

August 23, 2007  
Blogger Brad said...

Chili? Save some for me!

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

August 23, 2007  
Blogger Meg said...

There's plenty of chili, my arm probably isn't the bad thing that I thought it was and I did do the elaboration thing.

Ciao!

August 24, 2007  

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Wednesday, August 22, 2007

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

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Blogger Meg said...

Hey freak! I see you!

August 22, 2007  
Blogger Brad said...

I just wanted to leave you a comment to say hi. I like your blog. Your post under your "Infidelity for Dummies" blog inspired my post today.

August 22, 2007  
Blogger Robbin with 2 B's! said...

Enjoy your visit with your daughter Meg, I'm so glad she is coming to visit!

August 23, 2007  
Blogger Karin's Korner said...

Meg, Have a freaking fantastic vacation with your daughter. How wonderful for you to get to spend some time together. Don't worry about us, we will be fine with you spending time away from us and with her. Although we might get a few meg-withdrawls, so if you could just pop in here from time to time and let us know what is happening. :)

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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.

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Tuesday, August 21, 2007

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

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Blogger Donna said...

Live like a dog:


* When loved ones come home, always run to greet them.
* Never pass up the opportunity to go for a joyride.
* Allow the experience of fresh air and the wind in your face to be pure ecstasy.
* Take naps.
* Stretch before rising.
* Run, romp, and play daily.
* Thrive on attention and let people touch you.
* Avoid biting when a simple growl will do.
* On warm days, stop to lie on your back on the grass.
* On hot days, drink lots of water and lie under a shady tree.
* When you're happy, dance around and wag your entire body.
* Delight in the simple joy of a long walk.
* Eat with gusto and enthusiasm. Stop when you have had enough.
* Be loyal. Never pretend to be something you're not.
* When someone is having a bad day, be silent, sit close by and nuzzle them gently.
* Be always grateful for each new day.
ENJOY EVERY MOMENT OF EVERY DAY!

Hope everything goes well with the Dr visit! We all look forward to hearing good news!

August 21, 2007  
Blogger Meg said...

Donna,

That's so sweet...I loved it!

I'd like to hear some good news myself...but like a doctor will do...he wants me to have another TEST! This time I get to have an angiogram to see how big the aneurysm is and to find out why I keep waking up on the floor half dressed...undressed? He also said that I don't have to go to the oncologist just yet because that doctor would only order an aneurysm as well. So...this all means I know nothing more than I knew yesterday.

Damn...this crap never ends. Oh well...it could always be really bad.

But it IS a hot day...I need to find the shady tree...I've been sucking down water like a...giant animal that sucks down water!

August 21, 2007  
Blogger Lara Croft said...

Oh dogs rule !
love it..

August 21, 2007  
Anonymous Cheryl said...

Damn doctors. They worried our family sick when they made us believe my mom had MS. Meg, I hope everything turns out ok with you. Please keep us updated, ok??

Btw, the dog thing was very sweet Lara :)

August 22, 2007  

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Monday, August 20, 2007

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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And she shows her need for an appointment even further:


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Meg

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Anonymous Anonymous said...

go ahed and play yer fucktoid!

August 20, 2007  
Blogger Meg said...

y knot...ignurin yer dint shurt yer yup.

August 20, 2007  
Blogger kissmekate said...

LMAO! Meg you talk that talk so well!

What is the entire IP address of this illiterate?

Unfortunately I don't get the illiterate commenting on my blog, probably because I do not allow anonymous comments and they can't quite get their head around how to register!!!!

It just thinks it can attack me everywhere else!

August 20, 2007  
Blogger Meg said...

Here's the rest:

Georgia, Norcross, United States
(69.15.39.218) freak [Edit Label]
diaryofmydivorce.blogspot.com/
diaryofmydivorce.blogspot.com/
limerickgal.wordpress.com/

I've labeled it so that I will know when it comes back. Please keep all communications regarding the pathetic soul on this one post. It doesn't deserve that much but this is only for the sake of finding it.

Now that I see you coming you wretched, pathetic, feebleminded yahoo...I won't even open your comments. But...if you have nothing better to do with your time...have at it. I certainly won't let the people that you insult read a damn thing that you send so you will absolutely be wasting your time...not that it bothers me. It never has.

Meg Broderick Kelso

(It's lovely to be free to say your name but you wouldn't know that...would you?)

August 20, 2007  
Blogger kissmekate said...

The one that I posted about is from Illinois and comments using the username 'mistress'.

I miss out on comments from this one. But yeah it does not like me at all. Funnily enough the feeling is mutual!

August 20, 2007  
Blogger Meg said...

That doesn't mean it isn't the same pisshead. I have a ton of people from all over who have a Retson Virginia IP. It's the same jack ass. How many people speak moron? I have some Chicago IP's as well. When I have the time I'll get them for you. Someone who knows puters can figure it out for us.

August 20, 2007  
Blogger Meg said...

What does this do for you?

75.3.92.208

August 20, 2007  
Blogger SolarisGal said...

For someone who has so much dislike towards kate and me, she really does think about us a lot, doesn't she? She insulted me on my public blog 2 weeks ago.

And she's nasty, girls! IT goes around posting graphical sexual comments mimicking sounds and all like ooh and ahh.

She wrote something nasty on mike's blog about toying with a guys balls with her stilletos and then going oohh and ahh.

And on that same blog, IT said something about the guy sticking his finger in her ass while they were taking a shower and then she said oooo and aaahhh. Can you believe this freak? That['s when Lara told her, "Scratch and sniff" but that wasn't my fault she I mean IT got offended!!

August 20, 2007  
Blogger kissmekate said...

This stupid numbat on your blog didn't even know where I was from.

Thought I was from the UK.

Shows how STOOPID it really is!

August 20, 2007  
Blogger Meg said...

Oh Ladies...

...no one ever accused it of being bright. And, no one ever accused it of being a lady. Don't worry...I think we all know what it is now. I also think that after a few more pathetic attempts at it's feeble, half assed insults...it will go away. Now that I've pegged it, it won't bother with me and if it does...it will be deleted before the comment is ever opened so try as it might...it will be no more than a piece of spam in my inbox and I'll delete it like I delete the other spam that says I won the Irish Lottery in the subject box.

:):):)

August 20, 2007  
Blogger Jaded said...

This is one of the many reasons I don't allow anonymous comments anymore. And turd can slither out from under some rock and bang on a keyboard. Ick.

August 20, 2007  
Blogger Lara Croft said...

I hope IT doesn't breed, we have enough IdioTs in this world, and Meg your so right, they do not deserve to be on your blog. I found that by never publishing their comments they gave up annoying me.. I don't even read their comments now I just delete em

August 21, 2007  
Blogger Meg said...

I thought about changing mine so that you'd have to be signed in to comment but that would be bowing under to it's pressure. There are people who would never comment if they had to go through all the trouble of signing in and that's not fair to them. Fuck it.

Meg

August 21, 2007  
Blogger Meg said...

AH! What a beautiful morning! Not a word from the freak!

I do so love uncovering a maggot before it gets to fly away.

Have a great day...LADIES.

Meg

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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.

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Blogger Meg said...

Freakoid,

You shouldn't have come straight here from Limerick's blog..I gotcha now.

:):):)

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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

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Sunday, August 19, 2007

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

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Blogger Sous Gal said...

Solaris may have been referencing my crush on Mika? he has a song about lollipops which is the word he uses, in that song, for penis :)

And I say "woops!" all the time :)

That's highlarious that you eat off the white part of candy corn! LOL

August 19, 2007  
Blogger Meg said...

Damn it...

...now there's something ELSE I don't know. I never heard of Mika. I know what MICA is...I had some in my rock collection when I was a kid. But spelled with a K...I'm simply reminded of how little I know. And...about penis's...or peni (which I think is a MUCH better word for the plural form of the male organ), you won't believe this. Who knows, maybe you will. But I have a blog tool that tells me what people have searched to send them here. I always find it amusing what people are looking for when they end up here. A couple of weeks ago I decided to start saving the words and phrases that sent people to my blog. I find it simply AMAZING how many penis seekers there are out there.
Of course, I'm even more amazed that they all end up here. Anyway, not everyone is looking for a penis...some are looking for more innocuous things. But the number of people who are out there looking for penis's and penis related issues is rather startling. Anyway...here's the list that I've collected so far:

abnormal penis pics
bad kisser
"wife refuses to get a job"
pussy trap
normal penis picture
battery operated boyfriend
bend penis pictures
making your peni big
peyronies penis pictures
candy krappy patties
then he spanked me
car trailer aero bubble-type nose
50s wife apron housework
venus pussy trap
porking sisters
post your penis pics
big chicken marietta shirt
Colleen Lombardi (another word for the female PRICK)
jewelry for blowjobs
do guys like fake tits
revenge on my husband's mistress
cheater and the cheatee
submit your penis picture

OK...that's it so far.

Go figure.

Meg

August 19, 2007  
Blogger Sous Gal said...

For you Meg. Mika and Lollipops :)

http://youtube.com/watch?v=5FvseXhJSrE&mode=related&search=

August 19, 2007  
Blogger Lara Croft said...

Well a lolly to be is candy to you and a lolly to an english person is sweets.
I like lollies too lol.
We even called too skinny chicks lollypop heads cos their body is a stick and their head looks too big for it :0

August 19, 2007  
Blogger Meg said...

Sous,

LOLOLOL...for some reason that video reminded me of my very first love, one that lasted longer than my first two marriages:

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=7AFruuoiy8c

Is it me?

And Lara, I love my sweets...and although life isn't quite as innocent as it once was...I remember being called a lollypop myself for the very same reason. I guess some things never change.

:):):)

August 19, 2007  
Blogger Meg said...

This is the funniest thing I've ever seen in my life:

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=0IUd8kMaa-8

:):):)

August 19, 2007  
Blogger SolarisGal said...

I am extremely sorry that I have sinned. I had no idea that I needed a Ph.D in English literature to post on Meg Kelso's blog. But I'll confess what I meant:

Lollies: made up word for "LOLOLOL"

You've got the woops right.

Reminds me: Here's a perfect example of a Cubbies woops:

Steve Bartman!


Alright - luv ya right back girl - we'll talk soon!

August 19, 2007  
Blogger Sous Gal said...

Forgot this site is the "made up words" capital :) That video is a scream Meg! lollies!!

August 20, 2007  
Blogger Meg said...

And THAT is why I named my kitten Stewi...he lives up to his namesake...Stewi Griffin. The only reason I'm out of bed right now is because the little shit was attacking me through the blankets.

OK then...today IS another day!

Meg

August 20, 2007  
Blogger Meg said...

Oh, by the way...we don't own the Abominable Mr. Bartman. He is not a Cubbies ANYTHING, he defected long ago when he accepted the gifts that the Marlins offered.

By the way...do you know of any dark alleys near his home? I have a big stick with his name on it.

He He He

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Saturday, August 18, 2007

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

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Thursday, August 16, 2007

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

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Anonymous radio Dial Man said...

Hello all. I know its been a while since I posted a comment here, but things have been rather hectic over the last several months. The Cubs are the best team in all of baseball. Those of us that aren't from Chicago, but are none-the-less part of Cub Nation want more than anything to see them take the whole enchilada, but at the cost of a life? I, personally, think not. Meg, have faith, for as there is always next season, this season is the season. Lou has the boys in fine form. We will all be around in October to celebrate the end of the Billy Goat!

August 18, 2007  
Blogger Meg said...

Radio Dude,

I would easily give my life to see those suckers take the Series...wouldn't you? I'd love to go down in Chicago history as Meg...Martyr of the Cubs. It sounds a helluva lot better than Mrs. O'Leary, the lady who burnt the town down.

:):):)

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Wednesday, August 15, 2007

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.

:):):)

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Blogger SolarisGal said...

Bah!

August 16, 2007  
Blogger Sous Gal said...

omg that had me on the FLOOR! Thanks lol

August 16, 2007  
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August 16, 2007  
Blogger SolarisGal said...

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

August 17, 2007  
Blogger Meg said...

"woops"? "lollies?"

You are speaking English...are you not?

Meggers

August 17, 2007  
Blogger SolarisGal said...

"Woops" and "lollies" are two words that are found in the dictionary- American Heritage to be exact. I'm surprised you'd ask.

Alright.
Ill remove the comments. I was in a "tease-you mood".

August 17, 2007  
Blogger Meg said...

NO!!!!! I'll just put them back. You're supposed to tello me that I'm wrong and leave me with cake on my face!!!!

When I get the time, I'll stick 'em back myself. But now I have to run to work!


Love you darling!

Meg

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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?"

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Blogger Lara Croft said...

I hope the attacks stop soon Meg, its probably too many hours and not enough sleep too. I remember being so jet lagged in usa i was watching tv and then woke up hours later,dont even remember closing my eyes.....

August 16, 2007  
Blogger Limerick Gal said...

Congrats on christening the new bed!! :)

Am sulking over the other guest though! :(

August 16, 2007  
Blogger SolarisGal said...

First of all, @#*% dumb doctor! You should get a second opinion, pronto!

As for the other stuff - would you really have gone on a show like that? You just don't know how these things may turn out. But anyways, if you would have - lololol - I would have taken the day off to record the shit and upload it up on the blog! And if Rick would have come on, I would have created a password protected " Pay per view" blog.
Hahahahahaha

August 16, 2007  
Blogger Meg said...

I don't know what's causing this crap. Even if it's just a seizure, I don't know what the "cavernous malformation" has to do with it. I'd love to have it just be seizures...they don't kill a person.

Would I have gone on the show? I might have. They sort of talk to you in a way that makes you want to do it. Maybe not after a few days of thinking but they called on Sunday (I think) and wanted me on a plane by Tuesday so I wouldn't have had time to think too much.

And YES!!! The bed is in great form....and all I could think was, "This guy is so pretty I want to take a picture and post it on the blog." Well, that's not all I thought...but I did think it a few times.

:):):)

August 16, 2007  
Anonymous Anonymous said...

That link was hysterical!!!!!

August 16, 2007  
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August 16, 2007  
Blogger Limerick Gal said...

*slumps down in the corner, defeated........*

August 16, 2007  
Blogger Meg said...

Straighten those shoulders girl! I'm working for ya here!!!

Get ready for the thrill of victory!

The MOM

August 16, 2007  
Blogger Limerick Gal said...

*big grins all round......:)*

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Tuesday, August 14, 2007

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.

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