Just a quick update:

Payton is back to barking like an idiot. I don't know what happened and at this point I don't really care. He's fine for the time being so I'm happy.

That friend who threatened to come visit me has done so. He stopped by a chicken place and we gnawed on fried chicken for a while. When he got here, Payton barked like his old self and he just now started barking at another dog that was barking in the neighborhood.

Like a happy mother, I'll enjoy that sound until sometime Saturday afternoon. Then I'll start telling him to shut up...but I'll be much nicer about it. That is of course, unless he doesn't shut up. Then I might get a bit female doggish.

Well, that's it...I have something else to do.

:)

The person who I went...

...to the court show with just called me. It's the first time that I've heard from them since we went on the show. I think that I told you that they kept us totally separated from each other. The other person knew that they owed me the money so it wasn't like we were enemies or anything like that, we decided to go on the show together so that I would get some of my money anyway.

Not only were the defendants and plaintiffs kept apart, we were even led out different doors. I was let out the front door and the other party (I just found out) was led out the back door. They went to GREAT lengths to keep us apart.

That person went back to the hotel the defendants stayed at and I just left on foot, hobbling around a large city looking for a train station or a bus to get me where I had to go. I waited for a few minutes but the other person never did come out so I just left. I figured I would hear from them sooner or later but I didn't. This phone call was the first time that we've spoken since we actually walked out of the court.

I was right, they told the other person to say nasty things about me just like they told me to say nasty things about them. Neither one of us fell for it, we both just stated the facts and left it at that. Who knew that I would end up looking bad? Well, when you watch the show, just keep in mind that I never said anything that wasn't related to the case.

DAMN IT! I just got a Fed-Ex from the show and I thought it was the check. It wasn't, it's a release saying that I give them permission to use my name. What a tease!

:(

If you've been reading this blog...

...for any length of time, you know that I have a dog, two cats and countless fish. I adore my animals and they adore me. I sleep with all of them in my room with the door shut because I don't want one of them to leave and have another one shut the door which has happened before.

Anyway, my dog is pretty much my best friend after my kids and my father. I know I spoil him but I don't care. He's my dog and he's a doll. He is actually a very sensitive dog, I don't know how he got that way but he is. He's also the man of this house and before I left for the judge show, Payton would bark at anyone who even got close to my house. I trained him to do that because I was afraid to be in the house alone. I needed a watch dog (or a man...call me crazy but I chose the dog.)

He was a great watch dog. He never barked for stupid stuff, just when it was appropriate to bark. Whenever I leave the house, I try to take him with me. If I were to go someplace that I couldn't take him, he would be waiting for me at the door when I got home. Then he would jump all over me and show me how happy he was that I was home.

When I got back from the airport, I didn't hear him barking before I walked up. Then, when I walked in, he took a minute to recognize me and then he DID jump up and down for me. After I got my stuff in and settled down, I went straight to the computer and while I was typing away, I realized that Payton hadn't made a sound nor had he walked past me at all. That's when it occurred to me that he was acting completely different. I thought that he might be sick but he's been sick before and he STILL barked at people walking near my house.

Yesterday, I tried to get him to bark for me and after a while, he seemed to have gotten my message...I wanted him to bark. It was like he realized that it was OK and he started barking again. He still hasn't barked like he used to, but I think he's getting back to normal.

I'm telling you this because I want to know what would make a dog change like that inside of ONE WEEK!? How can a dog who has always barked all of a sudden stop barking? What would someone have to do to a dog to make him change like that?

A friend of mine said that he thinks someone else took over his role of the alpha male in my house. The only person that it could be is my roommate's boyfriend. My friend said that if someone else was acting like HE was in charge...Payton might have just stopped trying. But my son spends a lot of time here and Payton never changed for him.

He doesn't have any bruises or cuts on him but the guy could have hurt him in a way that didn't leave any marks. Payton lost so much weight while I was gone that his skin was slightly loose. The dog food was gone as though he had been fed, but maybe he didn't eat. The cats are fine but they could run and hide a whole lot quicker than a 110 pound dog could.

Payton's entire personality has changed from a happy dog who loves to play into a quiet dog who just lays there for hours on end.

Do any of you know what would cause a dog to act like that? If you do, please let me know. He never barked at the roommate or the boyfriend but when I told the guy he had to leave, Payton DID growl at him until he left. What do you guys think?

Good morning all!

Once again, I slept one helluva long night. I had the strangest dream that I actually remember. Usually I don't remember any of my dreams at all. I don't know why...I just don't. I might remember a flash here or there, but it's quite rare that I remember enough of a dream to tell anyone what they're about.

When Rick and I were married, I always remembered them because they were usually about him cheating on me. Those dreams would wake me up immediately and I would have to kick him a bit, just hard enough for him to think HE was the one who was dreaming.

My dream from last night was one that truly shocked me. Not DURING the dream...during the dream I knew exactly what was going on. But when I woke up and realized what I had dreamt about...I actually furrowed my brow and said, "Where the hell did THAT come from!"

I dreamt that I was back with my ex...not Rick, but the father of my kids. The dream never showed how we got back together, but we were. We were living in the last apartment that we really DID live in when we separated. He was actually being nice to me like he used to be before he married a teenager who wouldn't allow him to be nice to me. Quite the opposite...she made sure that there was always some crisis going on that was somehow my fault. In the 20 years since they got married, my children were never allowed to see their parents get along like normal people.

I don't remember every single detail of the dream, but we were together and for some reason, I was carrying a suitcase throughout the entire dream. I also remember that he was still short. He was the last short dude that I was ever with. Actually, he was one of 2 short dudes that made me stick to tall guys. I haven't dated a short guy since we divorced.

I don't think he reads this...and hopefully I'm right because I would hate for him to know that I dreamt about him. But my kids DO read this so to them...Mommy isn't saying anything mean, I'm just talking about a dream that I had. Daddy didn't do anything bad in the dream at all. There's nothing bad to say about him now so don't worry.

Maybe it's because I spoke to him the other day. That conversation was the first one that we've had in ions where he was actually nice to me. He thanked me for calling him and I thanked him for returning my call. Then I hung up and wondered what the hell he was up to. I'll be looking over my shoulder for a while now.

I spent the last of my cash on animal food and a bag of Reece's Pieces. Now I better not get hungry because my options are rather slim. I could eat a can of corn, boiled pasta or chicken bouillon. If I were to get really hungry, I could eat them all at once. The rent is due tomorrow and my landlord is such a decent guy that I doubt he'd take it in trade for something that I do have...my body.

That's probably a good thing because I am still in my self imposed celebacy. OOH! That reminds me, I'm supposed to call a guy that I know this week. Damn, I hate that. He should have called me because when I get home, I totally forget the numbers in my purse.

To tell you the truth, I have no desire to date anyone now anyway. I always worry that I'm going to have to fight the guys off at the end of the date. That's no fun. I'd like to go out on a normal date. You know, the kind where the guy picks you up, you go out and have fun and then he walks you to the door for a nice kiss goodnight. Maybe I've been watching too much Leave it to Beaver.

If there are still women who like to date like that, you would think that there might be a guy or two that would think the same way.

They say that life begins at 40. Well, my 40's sucked. I spent the first half dealing with a cheating husband and the second half getting over a cheating husband. Now I'm 50 and if 50 is supposed to be the new 40...maybe my new life will begin NOW!

OK...I'm waiting!

I got a picture of Payton's father!!!

Yep, Payton sure is a chip off the old block!

I was speaking to an old...

...high school friend this morning. She's not really OLD, she's just been my friend for a LONG, LONG time. She's divorced too and she was asking me what I wanted out of life. She was talking during a long chat we had on the phone a while ago and she basically said that she didn't have a clue what she wanted out of life. She said that she had never given it any thought. I told her that she might want to because how else will you know it when it's right in front of you?

She got me thinking...what DO I want out of my life?

Besides the obvious, like winning the lottery or something cool like that, all I want is what everybody else wants...to be happy.

And, to me that means having someone special who cares about me the way that I care about him. I'd like a guy who I could trust...even when things look bad. I'd love to have a guy who was so honest that I know he would tell the truth no matter how mad it might make me. Nothing makes me madder than a dishonest person so lying is counter-productive anyway.

I'd like a guy who enjoys his family and mine. Rick had no family to speak of and he kept me so far away from the people who did care about me that there was never anyone to invite over for holiday celebrations and I love those types of family get-togethers. I'd like to be the one who cooks for a week because so many aunts, uncles and grandparents will be headed for my place for Thanksgiving, Easter, whatever.

Once I find that guy, if he doesn't own his own business, I'd like to buy one with him so that we could work together to make sure we could spoil a bunch of grandkids. And, at my age, any guy I would find would have elderly parents. I'd like a guy who wouldn't mind if my father had to live with us. I sure wouldn't mind having his parents stay with us...it just fills the house with sounds and makes you feel happy, needed and loved.

I'd like a guy who likes sports. Then I would have someone to watch the games with. Although it would be nice if he enjoyed the same teams that I did, he doesn't have to. There's something to be said about a nice friendly in-house rivalry. I wouldn't even mind a face-painter although I would have to wear a mask if I went out in public with him while his face was painted.

He would have to like my animals and treat them nicely. You can tell a lot about a man by how he treats animals and his mother. Any man who isn't kind to his mother isn't much of a man. Neither is one who talks shit about MY family. I wouldn't allow ANYONE to treat my family like dirt and I wouldn't ever treat his family poorly, either.

I would hope that, if I ever get one of those guys, neither one of us would die for a while. I'd like to spend time with someone to make up for all the time that I've spent either alone or miserably married.

So, basically, my answer to her question is that I would just be happy to be happily married to someone who wants the same thing. He should be able to laugh or at least be willing to try to laugh again. He should be a real man, not some 20 something dude who still has women to conquer. I wouldn't mind if he had kids, that would be a nice thing. I love kids, I really do. I never did before, I guess it's just age that makes you like the wee ones so much.

Although it would be nice if he was hot, I wouldn't rule anyone out on the basis of looks. Unless that is, he looks really creepy. I wouldn't want to be afraid of the guy.

OK...I had something else that I keep forgetting to tell you but as usual, it'll come to me later. Maybe I'll be smart enough to write it down.

Luckily...

...I didn't eat all of my breakfast:



So, I do have some leftovers. Now I have to eat my lunch.

And now...how NOT to check the fuel level in a tanker full of gasoline...in case you're stupid enough to use your pocket lighter:






Found on Karin's Korner :


I think I'll keep you.

One day a mother died. And on that clear, cold morning, in the warmth of her bedroom, her daughter was struck with the pain of learning that sometimes there isn't any more. No more hugs, no more lucky moments to celebrate together, no more phone calls just to chat, no more 'just one minute.' Sometimes, what we care about the most goes away...never to return before we can say good-bye, say 'I Love You' or 'I Miss You' or 'I'm sorry'. So while we have it ... it's best we love it...and care for it and fix it when it's broken .

And take good care of it when it's sick. This is true for marriage... and friendships! And children with bad report cards; and dogs with bad hips; and aging parents and grandparents. We keep them because they are worth it, because we cherish them! Some things we keep --like a best friend who moved away or a classmate we grew up with. There are just some things that make us happy, no matter what. Life is important, and so are the people we know .

And so, we keep them close!

Why do some people think...


...that this is an appropriate "first contact" sort of message?

Hello...53 y/o W/M in the metro area here( Conyers).Very nice profile and picture you have..Lets talk.I have Yahoo messenger and AOL to chat on.....****Yahoo....gary***1AOL ...********775

I guess it's a good thing that he mentioned that stupid IM chat thing right up front because I don't do it. As I told this one:

I don't do IM's. I always end up being one of 5 chicks being juggled and I'm far too good for that.

I don't know why anyone would juggle so many people. And do they really think that we don't know? You sit there waiting for a long time after you type something and send it. It'd be different if they were typing long answers, but I could ask a question like:

"Do you ever watch Family guy?" and then he would make me wait...

...and wait.

...and wait.

...and wait.

After a bit more waiting he finally answers me:

"No."

That's it...nothing else, not even an apology for taking so long. No thank you...I won't get myself into that situation again.

It's always interesting to see what these guys say when I answer their request in such a way. They either tell me some bullshit like, "I don't do that!" to which I want to say, "Why? Have your testicles been stolen?" No guy who enjoys IMing with people whom they don't know is going to avoid all other women who are IMing them at the time.

Sometimes they say, "HA! Like you don't juggle a few guys yourself!" Actually, I don't. I have no desire to. I won't lie and say that I wouldn't IM one guy after I finished another one...but I wouldn't want to do them all at the same time. I can't keep up with that crap.

Then, there's the smart guys. They just never write you again.

A guy who've I've been friends with just let me know that he never pursued a friendship with me because we were quite a distance from each other. It's not like he'd have to take an airplane, he'd just have to drive a few hours. After knowing each other for more than 3 1/2 years, I wouldn't have thought I would have to tell him that he's welcome to come to my place and stay for a few days.

He's come down here before, but only for a short trip. He pretty much had to turn around after while and drive home. I wish I had known that he felt that way, I would have told him he could come down anytime.

I know he'll read this and I hope he forgives me for discussing this stuff...but as you know, I tell you guys a lot. Even if I don't name names, or I change the story slightly to protect the innocent, I still tell you things that happen to me. And this is a good thing that I HAVE to tell someone. So dude, forgive me. :)

He said that he thought that I might just be acting like the nice person that I am. I told him I'm not that nice, I wouldn't speak to anyone that I didn't like for more than 5 minutes. I'd find some reason to get rid of them. And I certainly wouldn't let just any person into my home. Huge dog or no huge dog, that wouldn't be wise.

So, hopefully I will be having a visitor soon. He said he'd be happy to mow my lawn which I am really having a tough time with because of my stupid foot.

Could you guys all do me a favor? Close your eyes and will that check from the court show to come to my house...SOON! I can't work with my broken foot and my checking account is overdrawn and my roommate is leaving so the money that I had counted on for next month's rent is not going to come to me. I am so screwed that I'm about ready to laugh because I am not in the mood to cry!

:):):)

Good morning again!

I just woke up and if I'm lucky, my roommate didn't sneak her boyfriend in the house in the middle of the night. After they left yesterday, I had to go to my pool league. I hated leaving the house alone. And then Payton was so upset when I started to leave that I finally just let him come with me.

He's been so depressed or sick or something since I got home. When I started to open the door, he didn't bark and then it took a moment for him to see who I was. He's been slightly lethargic. I don't have the money to take him to the vet and this is driving me nuts. But, I took him with me last night anyway. He had to wait in the car but he likes that. He'd rather wait in my car than wait at home.

I popped out every so often to visit him in the car, bringing him water and a hamburger. When we got home, we were both so tired we just went to bed.

Oh, I left out the entire part of my evening that happened INSIDE the league. I shot fourth out of 5. My team was getting romped. We lost the first 2 matches and then one of the other really good players on my team wonthe third match. Then, it was my turn. I KNEW I was going to lose because my ranking keeps going up and that means that I don't have so much of a handicap anymore. The guy I shot was ranked one above me. That made it a race to 2 for me and 3 for him.

He won the first two matches and I was getting ready to lose. After he won two, the only way that I could win was to beat him twice before he beat me once more. The third game was going along OK, I had a chance to win but the guy sunk his last 2 balls (mine were already sunk) and all that was left was the 8 ball. He scratched on the 8 so I won that game. Then, I won the next game on my own and the match was mine. I was quite pleased after being so sure that I would lose. Anyway, I won last night in a close match and after I had gotten myself a couple of games down.

Back to the roommate, I have no idea if her boyfriend is in the bedroom with her and I'm not going to play games anymore. I'll be perfectly pleasant to her just in case she didn't want him to be here. He's really, really manipulative and she's quite young so who knows how she felt about this. She might have wanted him to leave. Anyway, she paid her rent last month, he didn't. She asked if I would mind if she had a friend visit from out of town for a few days. I told her that would be OK but it never occurred to me that he would never leave.

Now I'm so screwed financially that there is no way I can afford to support some lazy ass bum who takes cash from his girlfriend, uses my house to live and shower in and stays all night to get sex from some sweet young lady who is too naive to notice that he's using her. Damn, I have truly screwed up. I hope she's so mad that she leaves at this point. As Sol said, (I think it was Sol), I'd rather live in my car.

Remember how I said that I was a sucker and that I would order stuff from door to door salesman knowing that Rick would cancel it later? Well, Rick wasn't here to kick that dude out so I had to do it. I was worried that I would be too nervous to confront the dude. But, I was far too angry to back down. Plus, thank God for xanax, I wasn't at all nervous.

My only surprise today would be if they open that bedroom door and he walks out. If that happens, I'll call the cops. I wanted to yesterday because if I come home from vacation and there's someone in my house that I don't want there, I need to have the cops remove him before they try to tell me that he needs to be evicted.

Well, yesterday was my "I just got home from a week out of town and all I want to do is relax" day. Today I don't have that excuse. I need to act like my house is a mess and I have errands to run. I'll be back after a while...see ya!

:)

ROOMMATE UPDATE: I just got an email from my roommate that said this:

So I don't know what's going on or what happened, I really don't care. It isn't my business so much, I am moving out at the end of August though, I don't want to discuss it or know anymore about it. I'm moving at the end of August though.

That was the entire email except for where she signed her name.

I got my xanax refilled...

...and none too soon. My roommate woke up and started a load of laundry then she headed into the bathroom to take a shower. She had been in there for about 10 minutes when her boyfriend walked out of her bedroom. I told him that I didn't want him showering in my house anymore. I left that message before I left town and apparently, no one paid any attention to me.

This is what I said, "I don't want you showering in my house anymore, I can't afford to have some homeless dude setting up camp in my house. My grandkids come here and I don't want them to have any reason to not be allowed to stay with me."

He responded, "You don't have to be rude."

"I'm not being rude, I'm just telling you that you can't live in my house." Then he went into the bathroom while the roommate was still in there. I walked into my room and he didn't know I was there so I caught him saying, "...if she hadn't been such a bitch..." I said, "It's not bitchy to want a stranger out of my house and if you don't like it, leave."

When he walked back into the bedroom, I told him that he had a half an hour to get out. And, he DID take a shower. Either he thinks I'm too stupid to know he was showering or he thinks that as woman, I would be too intimidated to confront him about leaving. Obviously he was going to ignore everything that I asked him to do. I even gave him a couple of chances to mow my lawn...or some other man chore. But he's far too lazy to do that.

He has taken cash from his girlfriend, he lives in my house, he doesn't have a job except for his Army Reserve weekend a month. And on top of all of that...he gets laid on a regular basis and she waits on him hand and foot. He obviously is used to women who kiss his ass and that he can manipulate. I wasn't that stupid when I was his age, now I'm older than his own mother and I'm far too irritated to hold back. If she needs to leave with him, so be it. I just can't have him here and she hasn't asked him to leave.

He did get out before the half hour was up and then she drove him away. I don't know what her plans are and at this point, it doesn't matter. Roommate hell is where I am now.

Then, about a half an hour ago, my daughter called, totally freaked out because she just experienced her first earthquake. She was in the basement of the Beverly Hilton and everything started to shake. She said there wasn't much stuff coming off the walls so it can't have been that bad. She was afraid to go back in the building.

So, my roommate has her boyfriend here and I had to kick him out. I don't know what to expect when she gets back. I'm worried about my daughter and I'm praying that I don't have to call the cops to make sure that guy can't come back. I'll tell the cops that I found him here and I want him gone before I have to evict his lazy ass.

I'll never understand why women would ever want a broke homeless dude who constantly ask them for cash and then they still go to bed with him, wait on him and pay for whatever he wants.

WHAT THE HELL IS GOING ON WITH YOUNG WOMEN NOWADAYS!?

It sucks to be old!

Did you know that...

...In Hong Kong, adulterous husbands get more than a steep monthly alimony payment – a betrayed wife is legally allowed to kill her husband if he cheats on her – but she may only do so with her bare hands.

That wouldn't have been a problem, I could have done it with my bare hands.

:)

http://www.rateitall.com/t-26979-things-that-are-younger-than-john-mccain.aspx

Good morning!!!


I seem to have slept rather soundly last night. I stayed up late but once I fell asleep, I was out for good. I woke up at something to 9 and that's relatively late for me.

My checking account had 6 overdraft charges on it when I got home yesterday. I never looked at it while I was out of town, so I had no idea what was going on. There's a charge for 4 dollars and an overdraft charge of 34 for that 4 bucks. I don't know what the last few charges were, I just know that it cost me 34 dollars to pay each charge. I think I would rather they sent the payments back.

Then, when I woke up I had to pay the cable bill and I'm not sure...but I think I overdrew myself again. I am truly screwed but there's nothing that I can do about it now. I guess I'll try to figure something out when I finish this post. I called the bank and they said that they would have paid anything up to $1,000. So, the next time I want to overdraw myself, I'll do it for a lot of money. I guess I'll have to go and try it today because if I don't, I WILL probably be overdrawn tomorrow.

That's a helluva plan for my finances this week, isn't it? Damned Prince Charming just isn't out there. If he is, he took his horse to somebody elses house. I wish he would come and take me back to Chicago. Actually, what would be nice is if he could send me straight to where I was when I made the hideous error of telling Rick, "If you want me, come and get me."

How stupid was that? I had a perfectly good life and I said, "Duh...come take me and fuck up my life. I NEED for you to do that!" I must say, he certainly did do that. Oh...I really, really need my xanax today. I think I'll call it in to be refilled.

BRB.

OK...damn...I forgot to call it in. I got sidetracked feeding animals. Crap, I have to go back and try it again.

There. Now I've done it.

I forgot to tell you something yesterday when I was telling you how the judge show did my hair and make-up...and it was so messed up. I forgot to tell you about the wardrobe thingie. I had worn a dress with a blazer on it that I had picked out over a month ago when I was first supposed to go on the show. I got there and they didn't like the blazer.

They said that it was "too loud" so they took it away and dressed me in a black jacket. My dress had black in it, but very little. Mostly it looked brown and the blazer was orange. That stupid blazer went with the dress, it was sold as an ensemble. If I didn't know any better, I'd swear that they were trying to make me look tacky. I wonder if someone said, "She looks rather refined, take some of the good make-up off of her face and put this crap on it. Then, take that sharp outfit and make it look trailer park-ish.

So, you guys can't bitch at me...I didn't look like that until THEY made me do it. The more I think about it, the more I feel like they wanted me to look bad. I'm quite sure that they wanted me to act badly. I had evidence for my claim and the judge only gave me part of it back. The only way that I could have done anything differently was to make the defendant look stupid and I wasn't going to do that. If my evidence didn't work, I was fucked. I knew that...but I didn't know that there was any way that I could have looked bad. After all, I was right.

But, the judge DID find a way to make me loo bad and when that happened, I had one little chance to go into the bullshit that they wanted me to go into. The only problem was that it had absolutely nothing to do with the case. I figured that I had to talk some sort of shit to even get on the stupid show so I told them everything beforehand. But, once we got there, I wasn't about to act all Jerry Springer on national TV so I just took what the judge dished out to me.

At one point, I said, "OK, if that makes me an evil wench from hell, so be it." I didn't care. Show me the money! I just didn't want the money badly enough to act like an idiot. Now that I see my empty bank account, I'm rethinking that plan.

Oh, someone asked me how the show works and since they ALL work the same, I guess that I can tell you that much. The show pays you an appearance fee, they fly you to the show and then they put you up for the night in a pretty nice hotel. There's a $35 voucher at the hotel for your food so if you order room service or go to the hotel restaurant, you can get use the 35 bucks. So far it's the transportation, food and hotel...and they drive you to and from the studio and airport. (They didn't take me back to the airport because I stayed for a few more days. They don't care when you go home, it doesn't cost them any more.)

Then, of course, they pay the award that you get from the judge. So, the show will be sending me the check "within 30 days". I told someone else and they said, "Wow! I can pretend to owe someone money!" You can, but they ask a LOT of questions. And they want you to actually file the case in your local small claims court. If you are faking it, at some point you really will perjure yourself. So, it's best just to wait for a real case. If you look hard enough, you can find one.

At one point the judge asked me how I was "feeling". I didn't know that would matter. I have a hundred different answers for that stupid question NOW...but then all I could think to do was to defend myself. I shouldn't have done that. I should have just acted like myself and been a bitch.

Crap. It would have served me well.

I'm home!!!

I'm full of sweat and I want to jump in a cool swimming pool right now. I can literally feel the sweat dripping down my back. Yesterday I checked my luggage in before I found out my flight was delayed so I couldn't get my clothes when I left the airport last night. That means that I didn't have anything else to wear. I flew stand-by all day and got into Atlanta without a ride home from the airport. Then, I called a friend and she came to get me.

I had to walk into the Atlanta sun in my funky two day old clothing and then I had to sit there and simmer a bit while I waited for my friend to get there. That was after another friend let me sleep on their couch and a third friend drove me to the airport. By the time I left the airport I'm quite sure my deodorant was failing. And I was just about out of friends. The neat thing is that I hadn't really even tapped into my man pool...those were pretty much just girl friends. Cool, huh?

I walked into my house to find my AC pumping away with no one in the house. I had to turn it down for me after other people enjoyed far too much cold on my dime. I found the kitty litter overflowing and the animals eating dry food. My checking account is overdrawn and I don't know how to fix THAT little surprise. But, I did have to go get animal food so I did that. I had to carry a big bag of dog food, a big bag of cat food and a bag of litter. Then, I had to change the litter and feed the animals.

None of my aquariums had enough water in them so I had to fill them up. Next I took out the trash and washed a few dishes. I haven't even gone into my living room yet. Damn it...I am sweating like a pig. Seriously. There is NO way out of a shower. Even if I wanted to take a bath, I'd have to take a shower first. I am rather fun-kay, to say the least.

I don't have any friends, male or female that I would inflict myself upon right now. I think I'm actually like Rick sweating. That was one sweaty assed dude he was. That man would work up a sweat stepping out of the shower. I never saw anything like it. I never want to see anything like it ever again, either.

You have no idea how annoying it is not to be able to talk about the past week. I suppose there's got to be something that I can tell you...OH!

How about this!

They sent me to hair and make-up at that judge show. I was rather annoyed. I woke up early to primp as I said I would and those fuckers took my make-up OFF and started again. I had my eyes just like I like them, and I like them to look like I don't have any make-up on them. Then, they put purple lipstick on me. I don't ever wear purple lipstick. They trimmed my blonde eye brows that I've never even had to pluck one of and then they drew new ones in. I couldn't believe that.

I spent a LONG time on my hair. I spent all that time using a flat iron and when I got to the studio, they curled my hair. They said something about the ends looking dry. I don't think they really knew what they were doing. I already had eye make-up on, I've been on TV before...and it's MY fricking face. If I want it to look one way, I don't want to have to take credit for it looking another way. People don't look at me and say, "My, the woman who did her make-up was an idiot!" They look at me and say, "Ick."

Well, my dog has missed me so I need to go and play with him for a while.

:):):)

Damn.

I just spent hours limping through an airport and now I'm back at a friend's house because my flight was delayed so much that I  never would have made my connecting flight into Atlanta. So, tomorrow I will try it again only next time it'll be through Philadelphia. For my ex, I'll say it in his language...PhiladeTHia.

I don't know why I have to go to Phillie, but I do. I like flying into that airport because I can see all the way to the ocean. Then, I'll be flying into Atlanta at 9 PM. I'll be in airports all fricking day. I hate that.

The airport people were true assholes and idiots today. The only person who even half ass helped me was pretty incompetent but she was trying so I couldn't bitch too much. Most of them were pretty much little shits and they seemed to know that you were at their mercy. One guy was, I think, trying to goad me into some stupid behavior. That's the only explanation for the way he acted. I think he was trying to get me to act a fool so that he could call security and then you'd all see me on the news tomorrow. I don't THINK so! I'm too smart for that.

He was acting all upset that I had referred to someone as an "idiot". He never went back to normal after that. I said, "You don't even know what happened, you might think she was an idiot too." He didn't take too well to that. After we stopped talking, he walked back by me and said, "You should be ashamed of yourself." I answered, "Bite me."

Airlines hide their bosses so you can't do a damn thing. One lady told me that there was nothing she could do and I got back in line and another lady tried to get me a flight on Delta. You got different answers from different people but they all said that the airline doesn't offer a room if your flight is canceled by air traffic control. That's so lame. I guess they want us to ask Air Traffic Control for a room. 

Those damn terrorists dudes have truly fucked us, haven't they? Every time I go to an airport I spend more time in lines than I did the time before. Oh well. The entire time that I was there I was wishing that I could lay down. Now I can so I'm going to.

First, I want to tell you a Chicago joke. There were 2 girls, one from Chicago and one from New York. The Chicago girl asked, "So, where are you from?" The New York chick answered, "Someplace where they know better than to end a sentence with a preposition." Then the Chicago chick said, "So where you from...bitch?"

:):):)     

Hi!!!

I'm at one of my daughter's friend's house tonight. I'm not sure if that was grammatically correct or not but it certainly is accurate. She and her boyfriend have been entertaining me tonight for my daughter. They've been very, very nice to me...I've finally been doing touristy things. My plane leaves tomorrow so I'll finally see my doggy who I've  been missing something awful.

I bet he'll be happy to see me! He'll do that, "Where did you go? I'm so glad you're back, I thought you'd never come back!!!" happy dance thing that he does. Payton does a little dance that I thought all dogs did when they were happy...it's called "kidney beaning". That's when the dog puts his body in the shape of a "U" or kidney bean and they jump around like that. It's quite funny to watch the first few times. After that it's just something weird that your dog does. 

The other day I was sitting in my recliner, playing with my razor. It's a battery operated thing that I use everyday to shave my legs as I'm sitting there watching the news in the morning. I must have been half asleep or something because I absent-mindedly put the razor to my face. I am NEVER doing that again. I accidentally shaved a swath of my peach fuzz. I didn't think much of that, the fuzz on my face is blond so you can't see it. BUT...you can feel the tiny buds of new peach fuzz and I think it feels a bit like a 5 o'clock shadow.

That's just too freaky for me. I hate that feeling. Those little hairs don't grow very fast so it seems to be staying like this for an unusually long period of time. I did it at home and I left home Tuesday. I still feel my own stubble. Isn't that hideous? No woman should feel that feeling on her face. I wouldn't let anybody else feel my face like this either.  I'm so glad I'm not Italian.

I would hate to HAVE to wax my face or even shave it. I know that old, old ladies have face hair. Its either that or it's just that we only see it on them after they stop keeping up with their beards. If THAT'S true, then perhaps face hair is in MY immediate future. Wouldn't that be icky? 

I feel old enough with my aching left knee. My foot is still swollen and sore and today I had to walk a half mile to a school and that made my bad knee hurt. That I'm even old enough to have a bad knee is a bit of a disappointment. I hate having it flare up while my right foot is sore. That stupid knee actually hurts more than the broken foot hurts. The foot doesn't really bother me if I don't bother it. But once my knee starts hurting, I can't make it stop.

I was getting out of a car this morning at my girlfriend's house and as I did, I fell on the driveway. Luckily, I didn't hurt myself but I certainly COULD have. Damn it. My right arm has a few scrapes on it now. From my elbow to my hand, there are a bunch of abraded areas. I can't wait until something really stupid happens.

Right now I'm just happy to be sitting on a nice soft couch. I need to act like it's 3 in the morning and go to sleep now. I should be fine as long as I don't touch my right cheek and the stubble on it.

:)

I have the weirdest headache...

...and it won't go away. The pain is behind my ear and up a tiny bit. It's right where I had my brain surgery so it freaks me out a little bit. It's OK though...I had that stroke last year and that nasty bout of cancer a few years back so it doesn't really bother me much. I give it some thought and after how I remembered the stroke happening in that I didn't remember it at all, I figured that death was probably pretty much the same. It just sort of happens when you least expect it. Maybe if I expect it, I won't be bothered with it anytime soon.

I've been able to hang out with my friend's kids which has been unexpectedly delightful. Aren't kids sweet? I know they turn into assholes but for a while anyway, they really are fun to hang around. The boy is 11 and today he came home from camp. When he walked in, he hugged me and said, "You look so young!" Naturally he is an extremely bright and perceptive child.

He brought his mother a hat like the one Gilligan wore only it was red. She didn't know what to do with it because it's so funny looking and as she said to me earlier, "I don't wear
hats." She didn't know what to do with it. I told her that she should declare the hat her "Official Basemen Cleaning Hat".

My friend is in the middle of a divorce from a guy who pretty much looks like a giant Q-tip. He's over 20 years younger than my father but he looks much, much older. I know my father looks exceptionally good for his age, but this guy looks really, really bad for his.

You know, even if you look really, really good for your age, you can still live long enough to look old. You could look 20 years younger than you are but if you're 80, you still look 60. There's basically two parts of life, growing and dying. You grow to a point somewhere around 30 and then you star to decline. There's really not a lot of time spent at a nice maintenance phase. Ain't that a bitch? It's pretty much straight up and then straight down. And the ride down is much too quick.

Hmm. My headache seems to be gone. Cool beans.

Damn, I think that's where I came in. Now I think I'll go and try to avoid the dogs. I stumbled backwards onto a dog's legs and almost lost my balance. If I had fallen backwards I absolutely would have broken my hip. I can't let that happen. If I'm going to go down in a dog tripping episode, it'll be my own damn dog that takes me down.

My girlfriend's boyfriend is on her couch and they're having a lot of fun just chatting. It's nice to see her having so much fun. She hasn't had that in years. You know, it's a nice time that I have to go be a part of...she's very busy telling him about our day and I have to go help her. She keeps saying, "Right Margie?" (She calls me Margie) I know my friend and that means that she wants me to come over there. I'm nothing if not perceptive and sensitive to other's feelings.

:)

The School Prayer

Now I sit me down in school
Where praying is against the rule.
For this great nation under God
Finds mention of him very odd.

If Scripture now the class recites,
It violates the Bill of Rights.
And anytime my head I bow
Becomes a federal matter now.

Our hair can be purple or orange or green,
That's no offense, it's the freedom scene.
The law is specific, the law is precise,
Prayers spoken aloud are a serious vice.

For praying in a public hall
Might offend someone with no faith at all.
In silence alone we must meditate,
God's name is prohibited by the State.

We're allowed to cuss and dress like freaks,
And pierce our noses, tongues and cheeks.
They've outlawed guns; but first the Bible.
To quote the Good Book makes me liable.

We can elect a pregnant Senior Queen,
And the unwed Daddy, our Senior King.
It's inappropriate to teach right from wrong,
We're taught that such judgements do not belong.

We can get our condoms and birth control,
Study witchcraft, vampires and totem poles.
But the Ten Commandments are not allowed,
No word of God must reach this crowd.

It's scary here I must confess,
When chaos reigns the school's a mess.
So Lord this silent plea I make,
Should I be shot, my soul please take.

Good morning!

I guess it's afternoon where most of you are. Then again, it could even be nighttime!

The show said that the checks come within 30 days. I'm hoping that it comes sooner rather than later because I really do want to scream out about my experience on that stupid show!

Right now I'm in an entirely different state so even if it came, I wouldn't know it until I got home. My flight leaves here Sunday.

Whoa! I just went into a long rant about something that you guys don't know yet. I can't believe I'm that stupid. I had to type it twice because I had caps lock on and then I had to delete it all. What a nit wit.

Well, that's annoying.

OK then. Now my mind is a blank. I haven't been awake terribly long because I was able to sleep last night. When I was getting dressed this morning I realized that I have lost about 10 pounds over the past week or so. That's not a good thing. I don't know why, but my appetite is gone. I keep trying to eat but I can't swallow much at all before I have to stop. I went though this before...nerves and being sick did it to me. I lost about 80 pounds last time and I don't have anywhere near that much to spare now. I guess I need to buy some more Ensure.

The only good thing about losing weight is that I can fit into my skinny clothes again. They're all either fat clothes or anorexic clothes. I don't have too many in between clothes. All of my jeans that are size 0, 2 and 4 were getting snug. Now the 2's are getting easy to wear and that happened rather quickly. When I lost the weight last time, it went fast. I'm hoping that this is just nerves.

OK, I need to try to find a cool place to exist.

I'll be back in a while!

Meggers

Hi again!!!

I'm about to go to bed but I wanted to pop in and chat for a little while. I was speaking to a friend of mine who is letting a friend move in with her before the end of the month. I just asked her what was in it for her and she had no answer. She really didn't know.

I asked her if she realized that life as she knows it is over once she does that. She stopped and stared for a minute. Then I said, "If you are OK with that, think about your kids...is it worth THEIR life being so disturbed?" Then I told her to ask her boyfriend and a couple of other people who she respects for their opinions too. Maybe she will realize what she's giving up and grab her life back before she gives it away.

I am never, ever, ever going to have a roommate again. If I ever get out of the mess that I'm in now, I promise you, I WILL NEVER DO IT AGAIN! It seemed like an easy solution to a problem that I was having but I really would have been better off getting a part time job at McDonald's for the little bit of cash that I would get. If she paid half the rent, I would be able to make that amount if I were working a second job and I would be able to work for a set number of hours and then I'd be done. Roommates don't give you any set number of hours, they're always there or they're always potentially there.

I wish I would have mentioned it here before I ever got myself in this predicament. Maybe you guys would have talked me out of it before I did something so stupid. I'm hoping to keep my friend from making the same mistake that I did. I have to go home and face that situation sooner or later and I just don't want to deal with it at all.

Oh well. Maybe someone out there will read this and stop before they let someone move into their house. I'm sure there are times when it works out well, but it's just not worth the hassle for the slim hope that you are the ONE person in 100 who has a successful roommate relationship. Two months is a long time to live with someone whom you have evicted before they move out.

My friend has the most beautiful little girl that I've seen since my own daughter grew up. She's a charming little thing who is smiling 100% of the time and she hasn't been rude, mean or disobedient once since I've been spending time with them. My girlfriend adopted her from China. I've mentioned her before...it's my friend who had so many problems trying to get pregnant and she finally did have a baby boy and she just didn't waste anytime trying to have a girl, she just went to China to get one. And I must say, she got a good one. I'd love to go get one myself. (Here is my friend's pregnancy saga: http://diaryofmydivorce.blogspot.com/2007/08/today-i-was-reading-blog.html )

I'm exhausted. I don't think I've slept more than 3 or 4 hours a day in the past week and I really need to try to get some sleep tonight. I doubt it will work, but I think I'm going to try. Last night I went to bed at 3 AM after sitting up chatting all night and then I woke up at 6:30 this morning and could NOT fall back to sleep. I would have been able to but I made myself too mad by laying there thinking about what happened in court yesterday. Once again, I'll tell you about it soon, as soon as I have the cash. I don't want anything stupid to happen before I get it.

But trust me, when I do...I will have one DOOZY of a story to tell. Damn...I NEED to tell someone!

OK then, I must try to go get some sleep tonight....hopefully, I'll be back with about 6 or 7 hours of sleep behind me in the morning!!!

Meg

OK...

The court date is over and all I want to tell you now is that I won 3 grand. They mail it to you after the court date so I don't want to tell you too much until I have that cash in my hot little hands. For now, this is as much as I can say.

I got into town at about 4 PM and there was one of those driver dudes with my name on a card waiting for me at the baggage claim area. Unfortunately, my baggage wasn't there. In my entire life, I have flown close to 100 times and not ONCE has any airline lost my luggage. Well, I can't say that anymore. They didn't have it and they didn't know where it was. Any other time, I wouldn't really have minded but this is the one time that I really, really needed some clothes. I eventually got the suitcase...they delivered it to my suite at about 11 PM, after I had already fallen asleep. I was happy that I slept on the couch because if I had gone back into the bedroom, I wouldn't have heard them knocking.

No wonder it costs so much to fly, they deliver the luggage personally. I had fallen asleep on the couch because I never would have heard them knocking if I had gone to the bedroom. I did sleep after I got my suitcase though because it was a GREAT big bed and soooo comfortable. I had a wake up call scheduled for 5:30 AM but I actually got a phone call from another lady at the hotel who was going to the show as well. I don't know why but for some reason she wanted me to hang out with her last night. I got myself out of that only to have her call me in the middle of the night to invite me to breakfast. I didn't want breakfast and I didn't want to hang out with a lady I didn't know when I could have just relaxed and enjoyed sitting in a lovely hotel.

Anyway, the limo picked me up at 8:45 and we went to the studio. There was a guy waiting for me outside and he took me past about 100 people who were lined up to go to the show. I had my folder hiding my face so I guess they thought that I was famous. A low rumble overcame them as I walked by. I just didn't want anyone to see me without make up.

I will NEVER listen to anyone who says, "We do your hair and make up!" for as long as I live. They did my hair and curled the bottom...on one side. Then they plucked my eyebrows and drew new ones in their place. They didn't like the jacket I was wearing so they gave me a black one. I had so much make up on my face that I could feel it. They ran around powdering people's faces every so often and they did it to me as well. They never took the old make up off, they just put more powder on top of the old make up. That felt hideous. They don't make up men, I'm not sure why they felt that women can't do their own make up. I went to the bathroom and took of most of it before I went on screen. But, I didn't have MY make up so I couldn't put any more on.

After I waited for a while, listening to somebodies kid screaming loudly, they took me to another room where it was quiet. They "prompted" me about how to tell my story. More about that after I get the check.

:)

Anyway, they called me to go into the courtroom and I didn't have 2 minutes to prepare myself. One minute I was joking with another litigant and the next, I was walking into the courtroom. Before I knew what was happening, the gavel went down and I had won 3 grand. That sounds great, but I was suing for 5.

After the court was over, so was their crush on me. They show you how to get out and you're GONE. So, I left the studio and went to the train station so that I could get near where I'm staying.

Once again, I have SO much to tell you and you know how hard it is for me to keep my fingers still! But, I've gone this far, there's no reason to take any chances now. I had no idea what would happen today so I didn't know how much I would have to tell you. I'm hanging out with a friend of mine now and I have to go chat with her some more before I go to bed. I'll be back in the morning and I promise you a helluva good story...when I have that cash!

Ciao!

Good morning!

I have to wake up and get ready to fly away. My flight leaves at around 11 so I have 2 choices, either I can go before rush hour or I can go after rush hour. I think I'll go before. I should be spending most of the day on an airplane. Look up, maybe you'll see me!

The show is taping tomorrow so as soon as I get to my hotel room, I'll probably just go to bed and sleep until 4 AM because they'll be sending a car to pick me up at 7:30 AM. I'll need at least 2 or 3 hours so primp for a television show. I wonder if I should put one of those hideously tight ponytails in my hair? You know, I think female impersonators do that to give themselves mini-face lifts. I'd be afraid that I would stretch my face out so even to look good today, I wouldn't do something that would ruin my face for tomorrow. That's why I never tan.

Damn, I have so much stuff to get ready and I'm still sitting here staring at the PC. Oh damn again, I never did get a manicure. I may just give myself one tonight. I've always had really long fingernails so when I was a teenager, I would do my nails a different color every night to match the outfit that I was going to wear the next day. I wonder how I ever had so much time when I was a kid? I never have time to do my nails and even if I did, ever since my daughter took me to get a manicure it seems as though I don't want to do it myself anymore. I know it takes days to do right so when I think about it, I just think about paying someone else to do it. What a lazy bitch I am. Shame on me.

It seems as though when I was a teenager, I remember having a lot of time to primp. Damn, I spent most of the 70's putting on make-up and doing my nails. I remember waking up early to take a quick shower and then I would curl my hair, put on make-up and get dressed so that I could leave for school by 7 with that "natural look" that took a lot of time to accomplish. I also spent the night before doing my nails. So, I would stay up late primping and then I would get out of bed early to primp some more.

This is where I usually say that we should toss out all of our make-up but no one ever takes me up on that. I can't unilaterally stop using my make-up, it has to be part of a larger statement. If I just stopped wearing make-up myself, I would just look like a slob who didn't feel like putting on make-up. Damn, damn, damn. This is where that Gal Friday thing would come in handy.

I need a girl to take care of stupid shit for me. I know I was talking about having a man but I changed my mind. No guy could help me with my clothes and right now I need help packing so a guy wouldn't do me any good. Although, I can imagine me running around half naked with a gay dude running after me trying to change scarfs. I only have a few so I never think about putting one of them on. I get them as part of one outfit but then I never wear the outfit again so I never see the scarf again. I have an entire orange outfit that I bought to wear together one time. I was quite the color coordinated little lady that day, from orange shoes to an orange scarf, I had it all together. Then, I never have another "orange day" so I never think to put it all back together again.

I should start buying dresses occasionally. I hate wearing them, but I might not hate them if I owned a few of them. I've gotten so comfortable in jeans that I find an excuse to wear them all the time. Today I'm wearing them because it's so much easier to sit in a plane all day if you're wearing jeans. I can't wear them tomorrow although I can take a pair with me to change into at the studio.

You know, rather than sitting here worrying what I have to pack, I could just pack and then come back here to worry what I might have forgotten. Does that make any sense to you? That's what I should do because I'm totally pre-occupied about everything. Damn, I wish I were somewhat organized.

:)

I finally got...


...my new keyboard plugged in so that I can type. My E, R, T and Y weren't working. I couldn't even type in my passwords without one or more of those letters. So, I typed what I could and waited until I went to Target to tell you the rest.

Imagine my frustration when I had an epiphany and couldn't tell anyone because I couldn't say ANYTHING! You know how you can be thinking of one thing and all of a sudden something else pops into your mind? That happened to me. I was making my bed and thinking of something completely innocuous when something hit me...literally like a ton of bricks. I finally figured something out that I should have seen sooner.

Someone who pretends to be my friend, and the friend of a few other bloggers as well, is really a two-faced lying skank and she's the one who has been sending all the information that she gathers as our friend out there to cyber-land. She's done a good job of it but in all fairness, spotting her was like believing that Rick cheated. I trusted her so I didn't look past that trust, never, not once. I simply believed that she was beyond reproach for no other reason than she was a friend of mine. I had never even met her and I gave her the same faith that I would have given a person who has earned my faith and there's something wrong with that.

I could tell you all who it is now but if I did, most of you wouldn't believe me. You'd think that I was totally wrong or just off base. But after thinking the very same thing, I've figured out that I was right from the very beginning but wrong when I didn't question my own stupid questions.

First, I wondered so much about why some nut was on my blog 50 times a day. I wondered enough to stick the stats in an email and send them to my friend. She said, "LOLOLOL, that's MY IP!"

I tagged it and never worried when I saw it, not once. I knew it was a friend and that's all I ever thought about it. I tagged it with the word FREAK because I tagged it before I knew it was hers, when I sent it to her to show her the freaky comings and goings of some nit wit. I was right in the first place, it WAS a nut and if anyone else had pointed it out to me, I would have seen that for what it was but I TRUSTED her. So, I stopped trusting myself.

Then, someone sent me a quotation made by someone about me and from what I remember it started, "I was sitting on a couch with Meg on one side talking to Cheek Dude and her sister on the other side..."

I paid little attention to that. Once again, I stopped trusting myself when I trusted that nutcase so I didn't heed my own personal warnings. I forgot about that line and went on my way, figuring it was just another lie spread by some cyber-nuts. It never occurred to me that I could be right in the first place...someone that I trusted locally was screwing me over.

The other day I looked at the word FREAK on my stats and wondered how she came to my site so much but rarely did she comment. When I was attacked by one nutcase, I should have wondered how she stayed out of it all together. She was coming to my blog 30 times a day for months on end but never did I see her comment more than once every other month. Every single friend that I had mentioned the nutcase at one point or another...why didn't this bitch?

As I said, I could tell you who it was but it would be useless. Either you don't know her or you do know her and you'd never believe me. Just do one thing, take off the veil of trust that you've given everyone that you know online and look for those who have earned it. Usually, you can tell who you can trust by asking yourself, "Who has trusted me?" So, if someone has trusted YOU, you can assume that they're OK. If all of their emails read like a third party is reading them, then someone else is probably reading them.

The person who I'm talking about should recognize herself. And she may very well think that she can charm her way back into my trusted "inner circle" of friends. That won't ever happen again. I will never look at her through the eyes of a trusted friend again so I'll not miss her bullshit when she throws it at me. So, unless she's really, really stupid, I doubt she'll ever try that.

OK then, I have to do a few things for my trip out of town tomorrow. My flight leaves early in the morning so I'll take care of a few things and then come back online. I wanted to write something but I HAD to announce my epiphany to everyone as well. The only way that I could tell you about the Benedict Arnold was to explain it all from the beginning so now that I have, I'll think of something else.

I'll be back soon!

Meggers

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Good morning!

While uploading pictures I accidentally deleted my post so let's see what I can come up with now.

First of all, I told you that I needed to clean this bookshelf:

None of my bookshelf cleaning jokes are funny anymore because they won't come naturally. So, you'll just have to settle for a pert and pithy rendition of what I told you before.

Let's see...I mentioned how the bottom shelf is full of National Geographics. Some are 50 years old and some are a few months old. Why do we do that? Why do we all save our National Geographics? Has anyone ever gotten rich that off of a box of old ones?

You can't see my National Geographics because of the kibble containers. The big one is Payton's dry food and the one on top is Meow Mix.

Whatever. Most of my board games are on top of that thing and my bowling trophies are all that's supposed to be up there. I got them either for team play or for individual accomplishments. One year, the league decided to give team trophies to 3 teams...first place, second place and last place. That year my team was in dead last so we got a trophy. This is it:






In my own defense, that year I received a trophy myself for highest game bowled during the regular season:

I know that you probably can't see the dates, but they're both from 1992.

I noticed something dusting off my trophies..they're cheap little fuckers. When I was a wee one, I was on a Saturday morning league and over the years, I garnered enough trophies to set them up on my dresser in the pattern of ten pins and a strike ball rolling right into the 1 and 2 pins. (I roll a backup ball so mine comes in from the left, I don't hit on the 3 pin side when I bowl.)

Anyway, those trophies had some heft to them. You could kill a person with one of them. These suckers would most likely break if I hit someone in the head with one of them.

Why? Why do they give us such cheap trophies? That's just wrong.

There's this guy who's been asking me out for a while. I have been turning him down because of his age. He's only 30 years old. I have a kid that age. He's absolutely nice, bright and funny enough for me...it's just his age that bothers me.

He happens to be a black dude and he's even made reference to the fact that perhaps I'm turning him down for that reason. I'm not. Contrary to what you might have read about me, I am NOT a racist. I am, on the other hand, an age-ist.

But, just for the heck of it, I may go out with him. I bet that if I totally acted like myself he might just run scared and never call me again. Of course, it could always go the other way..he could adore my bitchy self. He says that I'm not a bitch, I just have "spunk" and he likes my "feistiness".

I didn't have the heart to tell him that he was wrong..I really, really am a bitch. Men who are quick enough usually can see that I'm joking but others just think that I'm a bitch. That's fine, it is what it is. I guess we'll find out if he's quick enough when I finally do go out with him. I think I'm going to do just that and soon.

Wow, I turned the AC down earlier and either it suddenly got really hot at 2 PM or I am having one helluva hot flash. Either way, I have to go trim my hedges now because I have to give Pretty Boy his trimmers back.

See ya soon!

See what I got!?

At Kroger...they've been selling this ceramic flatware and stuff. Over the summer I would pick up a piece here or there. I've gotten quite a few of this stuff already and yesterday I went to buy some fruit when I saw that they're trying to get rid of it. Everything here was 50 cents a piece:






The only problem is that everything I have in my kitchen is blue. I've been buying blue for so long that I'm sick of seeing blue in the kitchen. But I had to decide yesterday whether to buy the few remaining chip-free blue stuff or if I should choose a totally new color all together. As you can plainly see, I did not change a thing. I simply added enough more blue stuff to ensure that I'll be buying blue shit for a pretty long time now.



:(

Oh, in the light blue bowl you may notice my dinner...Cream of Wheat. Tell me being single doesn't sound like fun!

Hi you guys!


My friend has left and my house is quiet once again. Payton, Stewie, McFly and I are the only mammals here that I am aware of. OMG...if I were to see any other mammals in my house, I would be absolutely OUTTA HERE!

As my grandmother's big giant ash tray used to say, no if's or and's about it...not even butts this time. I would quickly vacate the premises and...like the President during a missile attack, I would plan my counter-attack from a remote location. Preferably someplace with a hot tub.

I haven't told you guys much about the case that I'm taking to the judge show...and there's a reason for that. I don't want anything to mess it up. There have been a few changes and the date is only one of a bunch of things that have happened and hopefully, I'll be telling you more sometime on Wednesday.

My flight should land around dinner time so as soon as it does, I'll start looking for the dude with my name on a card and then I'll let him deal with traffic. Then, I'll check in to my room which happens to be a suite this time. I'll explain how that happened later. I'll take my 35 dollar food voucher for the day and spend it on something from room service. I have to pay the gratuity but I don't mind one little bit. The atmosphere will be nice and quiet. As my annoying little friend used to say...SWEET!

You know, that would be a good time to have a party...would anyone like to come to a party? I could have a HUGE party but I'd have to pay for anything that goes over 35 bucks. I probably won't, I'll most likely just go to bed.

The next morning I have to be ready to be picked up by 7:30 AM. Then, I'll go to the studio and do the show. If you've ever seen a judge show, you know that those cases can take anywhere from a few minutes to the entire half hour. And, of course, we have no way of knowing when we'll actually go inside the "courtroom". So, I could be out by 10...I could be there until dinnertime. If I get out early enough, I plan to head to a museum or some other place where I could stroll alone aimlessly. (Please don't mention that to any criminally insane people.)

Whatever, I'm finally getting this taken care of. It's been like a part time job getting ready for this thing. I've had to fax this and Fed-Ex that. I've had to run around getting documentation and, of course, I had to go to the courthouse to begin these proceedings. It'll be nice to get it over with.

Of course, my visit out of town will be nice as well, I want to do so much while I'm there like I usually do when I travel. I try to see something good on an average of at least once a day. Maybe I don't have to see anything good on Thursday, but Friday best bring at least 2 good things or else Saturday will be a bitch.

Pretty boy came over tonight. We watched Aliens and chatted for a while then he went on home. We didn't even bother making out much because he has to work in the morning and he had to go home early. I'll see him again when I get back from doing the judge show. He sho' is perty.

Pretty boy has been coming around on a regular basis for quite some time now. I met him a few months after my ex left and I see him every so often to this day. He's more of a friend than anything else. As they say, he's a friend with benefits. In this situation, for tonight anyway, my only benefit besides his charming company was an electric trimmer.

Some of you might remember when I was trimming the hedges and accidentally trimmed the power cord on the trimmers, twice in ten days...if you do than you know that my trimmers themselves are fine, I just don't have a cord for it. Pretty boy brought me over a long ass cord with his own trimmer attached to it. His is much better than mine is. Mine would be fine for the hedges but the crap on that back fence line needs a helluva lot more than that. His is called a Hedge Hog so maybe that will be just what the gardener ordered.

So that means that tomorrow I'll see if I can't get at least the hedges done. I bet I can. And now it's after midnight so I should probably at least head to bed now.

My bed is so damned inviting. Remember back when I bought the thing? I was so happy when that sucker came. I like to keep it as dressed up as I can and today I'm back to the quilt that I bought specifically for the bed. I took this picture of it last year but it looks the same tonight:




There is one slight difference, the blanket folded at the foot of the bed tonight is maroon. Well, I believe that I am going to go and crawl into that sucker right now and pick up my remote for which I FINALLY remembered to buy batteries. I replaced the ones that haven't worked in 3 months and I reprogrammed the stupid thing so now I can watch TV. Of course I could always watch it, but I would wake up to those idiotic infomercials and then I'd have to just bite the bullet, drag my ass outta bed and turn the channel.

But tonight, I can zip through those commercials so much that I'll forget that I'm watching South Park after, during a commercial break, I switched over to Gone With the Wind.

See ya!

Holy man in my house, Batman!

My roommate told me that she would be going away for the weekend so I was looking forward to having my house to myself for the first time in weeks. When I went to bed last night, she was still here so I figured I would see her before she left.

I woke up and did what I always do, I wrote a bit, sucked some coffee and started cleaning up. I have a date coming over tonight and I was so pleased that we would be able to be alone. I was dreading watching a movie with him while worrying whether or not someone would pop into the living room and catch us making out or even just cuddled up.

My roommate and her boyfriend cooked a huge meal last night and when I got up, their filthy dishes were in the sink. I didn't have time to wait for her to do them so I did because I AM having company tonight.

My girlfriend called and while we were chatting, I heard someone using the bathroom. I walked into the hallway and saw my roommates' boyfriend. I asked him if Sarah (not her real name) had woken up yet and he said, "She's in New York."

My jaw dropped and I asked, "What are you doing here?"

His answer was something about being tired and needing to come by and grab some sleep. I told him that he needed to leave and he said that he would get some things together. I said that was OK, that I wasn't tossing him out on his ear. Then, I went back to speaking on the phone.

I spoke for quite a while when I began to realize that he wasn't going anywhere. I think he was waiting for me to get off the phone and I was staying on the phone so that I didn't have to bother talking to him as he left. I dropped a couple of hints by telling my girlfriend that I had to leave for the store by 2. That gave him a time to be out of here. He stayed in the girl's bedroom and at 1:40, I said through the door, "I'm leaving in 20 minutes and I'm waiting for you to leave so that I can go."

He came out and said that he had things to do for my roommate. I said, "She's not here, I have company coming and I need to fix dinner and shower after I clean up." He started to say that he needed to do something and I finally said, "Listen, it's inappropriate for you to be here and I don't appreciate being put in a situation in which I need to act like this." Then, I took a Xanax and went in my room. I waited for him to fill her car up...with what I do not know. Then, when he left, I came back out and locked the door.

I just don't know what's wrong with people. I wouldn't have been here in the first place were I him. If I was here, it wouldn't take more than a slight hint to get me to leave. I basically had to go one step away from threatening to call the cops. I am not a happy camper right now.

Found in an email

I Believe…
That just because two people argue,
doesn’t mean they don’t love each other.
And just because they don’t argue,
doesn’t mean they do love each other.

I Believe…
That we don’t have to change friends if
we understand that friends change.

I Believe…
That no matter how good a friend is, they’re going to hurt you every once in a while and you must forgive them for that.

I Believe…
That true friendship continues to grow, even over the longest distance.
Same goes for true love.

I Believe…
That you can do something in an instant
that will give you heartache for life.

I Believe…
That it’s taking me a long time
to become the person I want to be.

I Believe…
That you should always leave loved ones with
loving words. It may be the last time you see them.

I Believe…
That you can keep going long after you think you can’t.

I Believe…
That we are responsible for what
we do, no matter how we feel.

I Believe…
That either you control your attitude or it controls you.

I Believe…
That heroes are the people who do what has to be done when it needs to be done, regardless of the consequences.

I Believe…
That money is a lousy way of keeping score.

I Believe…
That my best friend and I can do anything, or nothing, and have the best time.

I Believe…
That sometimes the people you expect to kick you when you’re down, will be the ones to help you get back up.

I Believe…
That sometimes when I’m angry I have the right to be angry,
but that doesn’t give me the right to be cruel.

I Believe…
That maturity has more to do with what types of experiences you’ve had,
and what you’ve learned from them…..and less to do with how many
birthdays you’ve celebrated.

I Believe…
That it isn’t always enough to be forgiven by others.
Sometimes, you have to learn to forgive yourself.

I Believe…
That no matter how bad your heart is broken the world doesn’t stop for your grief.

I Believe…
That our background and circumstances may have influenced who we are,
but we are responsible for who we become.

I Believe…
That you shouldn’t be so eager to find
out a secret. It could change your life Forever.

I Believe…
Two people can look at the exact same
thing and see something totally different.

I Believe…
That your life can be changed in a matter of
hours by people who don’t even know you.

I Believe…
That even when you think you have no more to give, if
a friend cries out to you……..you will find the strength to help.

I Believe…
That credentials on the wall do not make you a decent human being.

I Believe…
That the people you care about most in life are taken from you too soon.


The happiest of people don’t necessarily have the best of everything; they just make the most of everything.

Found on YouTube-Warning, sad, sad pics of injured dogs with some great pics of happy dogs

I posted this because I thought it was a great little tube. Once again, be warned that some pics in this are tough to watch. I had to stop for a while because of the abuse depicted.

I painted my arms...

...with clear nail polish last night on the advice of a friend. He said that it would smother the chiggers and kill them. Well, I'll try anything once. I fell asleep waiting for the nail polish to dry...now part of my arm is glued to my jammies.

For some reason I thought that the polish would peel off when it dried but it won't so I guess I'll have to get the nail polish remover and use that next.

Let's see...so far I have filed my arms with a pumice stone, applied nail polish and next I have to use the remover to get it off. Basically I gave myself an arm-icure.

I've seen so many things down South that I've never seen up North and chiggers are only one of them. I've also seen giant oil drums used as house furnaces, an amazing number of NASCAR fans and one recruiting billboard for the KKK.

And now chiggers. What the hell else is out there that I haven't seen yet? From lizards to possums, I thought I'd seen it all. Of course you can't actually SEE chiggers, which is why I got bit so many times. You'd be amazed at how much harm something that you can't see will do.

Check this out...it's what happened when I simply scratched my arm. It was a scratch done without thinking, not a "DAMN this itches!" scratch. But still, I lost a lot of blood:







Amazing, isn't it? If you saw the tiny sore that the blood came from, you would think that I was a hemophiliac.

Anyway, enough of chigger bites. I'm itching just thinking about it. People have sent me a few old wives tale type of cures and I'm doing them all. Well, all except the one that involves gasoline. I'm not lucky enough to walk around full of gas thinking that I won't combust. If the bugs were something that I could SEE, I might feel differently, depending on what they looked like.

Have you guys ever seen a hellgrammite? It's the larvae of the dobson fly. My great aunt Mamie and I were fishing one day and she mentioned what good bait the hellgrammites were. We didn't have any, we were fishing with night crawlers and minnows.

Shortly after that my boyfriend took me to spend the weekend at his cabin on Smith Mountain Lake in ol' Virginny. We always fished there so we stopped for bait on the way up. Usually, you see the bait when the clerk gets it for you but when we asked for the hellgrammites, the clerk went into another room to get them. She packaged them like she did the other bait we bought, in a white Styrofoam cup with a lid. We never saw what was inside that sucker until later.

My boyfriend at the time, Robert, was not a wimp. Not in any sense of the word. He was a carpenter who owned a contracting business. He was a good old Roanoke boy from the pickup truck to the jeans and plaid flannel shirts, he was certainly what you would call a "man's man".

So after we got there and unpacked, we went out to the dock and started fishing right there. After a while when I hadn't caught anything with the night crawlers, I asked Robert to get me one of the hellgrammites. He reached for the Styrofoam cup, opened it, looked inside and screamed like a girl.

Without thinking, he whipped the cup away from him and toward me. Those hideous little creatures were everywhere. Then I screamed. We were both running around screaming on top of that mountain...not a soul in site but you'd think that we were being chased by Charlie Manson, Tex Watson and the nutty chicks who followed them.

Eventually he kicked them all into the water and we continued to fish...with night crawlers. The water was seeded with those critters. I never did get to find out if they were good bait. I don't remember catching much that day except for a mutant large carp that broke the line before I got it all the way out of the water. All I saw was the head and THAT was at least a foot long itself.

Aunt Mamie passed away years ago so I'll never know if she meant that as a joke or if she seriously used those nasty things. Knowing her, it was probably a joke.

Here is a picture of one of them but it doesn't do justice to the frightening nature of those things. They're huge and this picture doesn't show you that:

Now...if I were covered with those, I would soak myself in gasoline...and then I'd light myself on fire.

BTW, here is a beautiful example of Chicago architecture:

http://www.bluffton.edu/~sullivanm/illinois/chicago/library/newlibrary.html

Wicked Violent Fight Scene

Why doesn't anyone help Kirk? Where the HELL are Scotty and the skinny Russian dude?

Found on FoxNews.com

It seems as though there was more to the comments that Jesse Jackson made on that hot mic last week when he accused Obama of speaking down to black folk.

Appearing on “Studio B With Shepard Smith,” Smith asked O’Reilly if Jackson’s remarks included the N-word, as some news reports had indicated. “Yeah. And it’s trash talking,” O’Reilly said...Jackson’s comment came when he was discussing Barack Obama, saying the presumptive Democratic presidential nominee is “talking down to black people,” and “telling niggers how to behave.”

Jackson's use of the "N" word in that manner doesn't offend me although his hypocrisy on the use of the word has been well noted. How could I be offended by that usage? My grandfather referred to black people as "niggers" ALL the time. He meant no offense, he just came from a time when southern white men used that word whether they wanted to be offensive or not.

Luckily, my parents were smart enough to teach us that the word "nigger" is the worst thing that you can say about a person and they could be white or black. It was a word that we didn't hear around the house or dare to use, we would have been afraid of our heads popping through the nearest wall.

Although some younger people may have a hard time believing that a person can use the word in such a manner without meaning any disrespect, I'm sure that even black people who are my age and older would remember a time when it could be done. If you doubt that it can be done, just look at Jackson's use of the word...I'm quite sure that HE meant no disrespect.

But, as eyebrow raising as that may be, what I really found stupid was Clinton's defense of Jackson. Not that it was stupid to defend the man, but Clinton's specific logic eludes me:

"My reaction is that … [his] apology was a good thing to do and he was big enough to quickly apologize and if all of us lived on live mics then 100 percent of us in this room would be embarrassed from time to time,” Clinton said.

Of course, on one hand he's right. If you put a mic on me and left it open, I would absolutely embarrass myself...and often. But...you won't ever catch me using the "N" word unless it's in an obviously innocuous manner.

But, with 100% certainty, I can tell you that I would never, under any circumstances, sit in a television studio, in front of cameras and wired for sound and say something as totally stupid as what Jackson said. I've been in that position more than a few times and no one has caught me using the "N" word yet. I bet that even a person who has never been in front of TV cameras would be able to get through the experience without using it as well. How a man as communication savvy as Jackson let that happen, I certainly don't know.

My guess is that he has a bit of Clinton's arrogance and logic. And he thinks that we are all stupid enough to fall for his reasoning.

At face value, of course the man is right...but if you look further into what he said, you'll see that it really is a ridiculous comment. Unfortunately, few of us bother looking past the sound bites of life. We just take things for what they sound like and leave it at that.

That is harming our intellectual health as much as transfats harm our physical health. No one ever tells you to sharpen your listening skills, they just tell you not to eat cows or lead a sedentary lifestyle. So, people are busy building great bodies and the entire time they're doing that, their minds are turning to mush. I guess that's why big, bulging men are usually thought of in the same light as are blond women.

Intellectual laziness makes it very easy to listen to the things that politicians say and agree like bobble-headed boobs without using the slightest bit of critical thinking. If we ALL refuse to at least try to find the weakness in any statement that we hear, we deserve to be lied to and manipulated by people who plan their strategy counting on our stupidity and refusal to even consider that the candidate we like may be saying something that makes absolutely no sense at all.