Stumbled across MM website when doing some computer cleanup and realized how long it has been since I've been here. Thought I'd stop in and see what's going on. Can't believe I still recognize some names here!
Hope everyone is doing well, and if you want, catch me up on all the gossip!
Taycott's blog about dreaming of her exes got me to thinking.
My dreams are ALWAYS G rated. It doesn't matter who I am dreaming about. Now, I'm a good Catholic girl, lol, but geez, you would think I could go wild in my dreams, ha. A large portion of my dream involves trying to be alone with the person, but we are constantly interrupted. I always think of that song, I Think we're alone now.....running just as fast as we can....holding onto one another's hand....trying to get away, into the night...and then you put your arms around me and we tumble to the ground and then you say...I think we're alone now.. Only problem with my dreams is that we are never alone! Whenever I get to the "good part", somebody comes along.
I'm sure there is deep meaning to all that. I know that I was raised with some pretty strict Catholic rules and regulations, lol, and my mother and the nuns always made me feel guilty for SOMETHING. Those nuns really did a number on people, trying to desexualize them. Back then, we were really brainwashed.
Just once, I would like to bring a dream to completion, so to speak. But maybe it is like those death dreams. They always say you wake up before you die in a dream. Sort of like a self preservation instinct, I guess. Hmmm.
Do you know the true meaning of "Black Friday"?
I always associated it with something dark and sinister, like Black Thursday, Black Monday and Black Tuesday of the 1929 stock market crash.
However, the term Black Friday actually refers to the day that most retails finally get "in the black" for the year and start making a profit. It typically occurs on the biggest shopping of the year, the Friday after Thanksgiving. Hence, the term Black Friday.
I myself contributed to the retailer's bottom line on Friday.
Ok, so I'm going to lay out a scenario here, and all opinions/comments are welcome.
So you meet a guy. Exchange cell phone numbers. A few days later, you send him a text message. No response. So you think, maybe his phone can't text. Whatever. He finally calls, and makes no reference to the text message. He asks you for a date. You go out. He calls one week later. You go out. You repeat this a few times. The next week, he calls. You say you won't be home till later. You agree to go out later. You say you will call him to let him know what time you will be home. You call. No answer, so you leave a voice mail. No response for a few hours. You get home, and call again. No answer. You call the land line phone number with his last name and location from the phone book. A young man answers, says the guy doesn't live there, but seems familiar with his name. You ask if he has a phone number for him. He gives you a number, with a different area code. You call, and get some strange man's voice mail. You hang up. And you give up, for the night. The next day he calls you and says he dropped his phone in the lake and couldn't call you last nite. He says he will call you soon. He never does. You run into him a few weeks later at the same place you met, and you say hi, where you been, haven't heard from you in awhile. And he gives you the cold stare, and says he's been just fine. That's it. You babble and quickly say you were on your way to the ladies room, and move on. When you get out, he is gone. You never see or hear from him again.
What gives? Obviously he was avoiding me like the plague, but WHY? It bothers me that I have NO IDEA what I did, if anything. Now, this was months ago, so I guess I could care less now. Obviously he had a fatal flaw. The ONLY thing I could think of is that the land line phone number I called was a relative of his, and he really WASN'T separate from his wife for three years and about to get divorced. Perhaps I got him into trouble. But, if I did, isn't that his fault?
Comments are welcome, especially from the male perspective.
What ever happened to JustKathi? First she was in hospice at death's door, then she was not? Is she still around? Is she still alive. I would ask Leon, but I never understand anything he says.
And what about VisionaryLover? Is he still eating and drinking air? Did he ever reconcile with his overseas cheating lover?
I just always wonder when people disappear....especially under suspect circumstances....I'm not around enough to figure out all this stuff enough.
I know I have mentioned this before, but PLEASE, PLEASE, PLEASE! Why do some people feel the need to press the quote button to reply to every single blog and comment, every single time? Boy, especially the long blogs, and then you gotta read it ALL OVER AGAIN to get to the reply.
People, this is JUST NOT NECESSARY! I understand that you ae replying to what someone has written the blog about. I do not need to be reminded again and read it again.
So, please think before you hit that quote button. There is a REPLY button that works quite well! There is a time and place for the quote button. It is NOT for every single reply!
That's my rant for the day. Sorry.
Just as in real life, bloggers have distinct personalities. They may have a unique writing style, or write about certain topics, or have favorite things. I thought it would be fun to write a short snippet about a blogger, and then see if you can guess who it is. I have several that comes to mind, so here is the first quiz:
I consider this person to be a blog buddy. This person is very smart and good looking and has tons of character. This person and I WILL eventually meet over dinner and cocktails, and I am looking forward to it. This person is usually very cool, calm and collected, but don't pi$$ off this person or we will see some colorful language before it gets deleted, lol. And for the kicker, this person has been the center of controversy more than once, and the cause of several cat fights on the blogs! This person was the final nail in the coffin for a long running saga here.
Who is this person?
I met a man tonight. One mile from my home. He lives three miles from me, one lake over. I met him at the neighborhood supper club I occasionally frequent on a Friday night for fish fry. He came in for a bite to eat just as my sister and I were thinking about leaving. FIVE MINUTES and I would have missed him. He sat down at the bar next to us and started chatting.
I am still in shock. This is a man I never thought I would meet. He is one year older than me. He is very handsome. He is very funny. He has a great job. He has a nice home. He has 3 nice grown children who live on their own. He has dogs. He has a boat. He has a snowmobile. He has very expressive eyes. He has hair, and all of his teeth, that I could see.
He made me laugh until my sides hurt. He bought me a lemon drop martini. He was nice to my sister, and all my friends there. I felt like I've known him forever.
We parted ways a few minutes ago. He gave me his phone number. I gave him my cell number. He told me he'd call. He wants to take me out on his boat, with a picnic lunch and a bottle of wine.
I really like him. I wonder if he WILL call. It just seems to perfect. On the way home, my sister said she could see the sparks flying, and that he was the perfect man for me. I told her that if it seems to be too good to be true, it usually is.
I will be very disappointed if he doesn't call. But, I surely wasn't expecting this happen at all. I was content in my singledom. He made me feel alive again.
Now if you saw An Office and an Gentleman, you know what the title means. If you didn't, well, it means the girls on the girls.
So on to the subject at hand. I have a question. Probably mainly for the guys. I see a lot of pictures on here of women with their bodacious tata's hanging out all over the place. It is the main focus of the picture. Now, these tata's are huge. If you look closely at the pics, you can see stretch marks and everything. I mean, let's face it, tata's are just globs of fat. And the fatter you are, the fatter your tata's get. It is very unusual to see a skinny woman with very large tata's that aren't fake.
So I guess my REAL question is...do men really like overly large tata's? That are all stretchy and droopy and saggy? Cause that is what I see in these pictures! Is that really sexy? If it were me, I would keep those girls roped in good and only show a glimpse of cleavage, instead of letting them hang all over the place.
Am I the only crazy one who thinks this way?
Here is the slap list. You can list people here that you would like to give a virtual slap too. It could be because of bad blog behavior (Triple B syndrome). It could be because someone needs a wakeup call. It could be because they/you like it. It could be a love pat. Or it could be because you are sadistic and just need to slap somebody!
First on my list: Alysia - because she needs a beyootch slap.
Second on my list: Shaz - cause she said she wanted to be on the list.
Please add your own selections, and a short reason why. Keep it clean, and nobody gets hurt.
My beloved Lab Mollie went for surgery today for her eye and ears. As an afterthought I told the vet to remove a lump on her head, which we had needle aspirated only a year ago, and it was fine. The lump has now turned fibrous and it "looked fishy" to the vet, so he exised a margin around it and sent it off to the lab to check for cancer.
This dog is my baby. I don't know what I will do if it is cancer. If any of you animal lovers out there want to offer up a prayer for my Mollie, we would much appreciate it. Thanks.
Ok, it's a little thing really, in the overall scheme of things.
I am wondering why some people seem to think that they have to hit the quote button to reply to blogs. Especially to reply to the original blog posting. In order to read the reply, you have to hit the more button, and keep scrolling down to see the actual reply.
Now, I think if you are replying to the original blog, it's a given that it what you are replying to, so no need to make everybody read the same thing over and over again.
If you are replying to another person's reply, and it is a short quote, fine and dandy, hit the quote button, so it makes it clear who and what you are replying to.
Some blogs and replies are quite lengthy, and it just takes up too much space and too much time to get to the point where you can read the new stuff.
JMHO. Am I crazy?
Don't answer that....
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Debbie, dear friend, how are you doing since your surgery? I hope that the pain in your neck is gone (literally). And I hope that your sabbatical is lifting you mentally, physically, and spiritually. I'm so sorry I haven't been following up on you, but I have been dealing with some health issues myself, that I hope to have straightened out very soon.
It finally stopped snowing here in Chicagoland and actually might reach 60 degrees this weekend. Just in time for me to go to Florida, lol. What rotten timing. My assistant went to Grand Cayman for 10 days, and left the day before a 10 inch snowfall, and it was cold and rainy and snowy the whole time she was gone. She came back last weekend just in time for the better weather, and all tanned and wearing flip flops and capris to work every day, while I stay in my long pants and shoes and socks! I will be breaking out the summer duds to pack for Florida this weekend, and then there is no turning back for me either when I get back, once I get some color on my stark white legs, lol. I've already started to hit the bottle (self tanning lotion, lol), but a little natural sun will look better. I am so looking forward to some bright sunshine on my face, it's been a long, cold, snowy winter. I actually wore a coat this winter! I must be getting old, ha!
I sure hope you are enjoying yourself, and I think of you every day. You are such an inspiration to me, and I value our friendship so much. I am wishing you the best luck in a full recuperation!
Alexea7, you seem to be new here, and I can't help but notice that every single comment you make on the blogs is negative in some way. It seems you are a very disgruntled person, and love to make snide remarks. I don't know if you are a reincarnation of someone else who left with a bad taste in their mouth, it sure seems so.
If you don't like the blogs, then I would suggest you do your reading elsewhere.
I got an email from an old friend I used to work with at the large pharmaceutical company I used to work for. She is now in their California office. On the mailing list was the name of a guy I used to date back when I worked there. I hadn't seen him for over 20 years, when I left the company. Seeing his name brought back all kinds of memories, so I googled him. His name was plastered in articles everywhere, he is now a Corporate Officer at the company. It listed his address in Cali, so I Zillowed it. He lives in a 3 million dollar home. As I zoomed in on his 3 acre estate complete with pool, I thought, wow, this is so weird, I almost expected to see him walking out the door. So I thought, what the heck, maybe he will remember me, and I fired off a quick email to him. He responded immediately, and we sent several emails back and forth. He was then leaving his office, and asked for my phone number. He called while driving, and we spoke for almost an hour. He sounded exactly the same! He is married, has 3 wonderful children, and has obviously done very well with the company. He was teasing me about that, and said I had trained him well, as I had hired him to be my intern in International accounting all those years ago.
I couldn't help but think how different my life could have been if we had continued our romance all those years ago. The reason why we drifted apart is because he was 6 years my junior and fresh out of college when I first hired him, and I thought I was too old for him. We both transfered divisions and got lost in the shuffle of a huge company.
Anyway, chatting with him brought back so many wonderful memories. I had forgotten all the good times we had, and how young and carefree we were back then. He comes to the Chicago office fairly frequently for meetings, and suggested getting together for dinner next time he is in town. It would be wonderful to catch up with him, he was a great guy. I went to bed last nite thinking how life comes full circle.
The internet sure makes the world a very small place.