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Oopse Posted on Jun 27, 2008 at 05:56 PM
Since I have some freetime I was reading some news. Yet another pregnant military female has been found dead - this time in a hotel room. There are no details released, but I can't help wondering. Was this another idiotic woman who had sex with a man and oopsed him? I am not condoning acts of violence. Violence is never the answer. However, I really think we need to rethink paternity and child support. If the woman gets pregnant on purpose and even on accident and the man expressly says that he does not want a child, then he should be free to forfiet all paternity rights and pay no money. To him that potnetial child does not exist and never existed. I think we have had some cases like this. I don't recall what the outcomes were. Women have a choice. Men really do not. No court in the US is going to tell a woman she has to have a baby if she does not want to. That's imposing on her body. On the same token, the woman should realize that if the man doesn't want anything to do with the potential child, she should not force him physically or monearily to support that child. It was her decision. She should have to live with that decision. NOW . . if she was having an affair with a married man.... This is even worse especially if she's threatening to blow his marriage apart with the pregnancy. This should NEVER be done. That should be an automatic abortion with nothing ever said about it EVER! I am very very avidly against women Oopsing men and accidents that the woman feels the man should pay for. It does take two to tango as they say, but ultimately the woman has the final say and not the man. It's her body, time, effort. The only thing I think the man should do is hand her HALF the abortion money. Then she can use it for the intended purpose or not, but she should realize imediately that if she intends to continue that pregnancy that it is on HER and no one else. I could be more extreme and say that foodstamps, wellfare and wic should also not be offered to her for her mistake, but I won't. I do wish women would THINK sometimes.
Food packaging Posted on Jun 23, 2008 at 04:19 PM
Has anyone else noticed that packages like cereal have gotten smaller while the price has remained the same. I noticed this when I bought a box of fruity pebbles. I wasn't thinking too much about the size of the box. Two days later, I was out of cereal. Frustrated, I now buy the giant generic bags of cereal. That lasts at least a week. It was a co-worker that actually brought up the packing thing while we were discussing high prices. And I said. Heck yeah! I bought a box of cereal and it only lasted two days. I swear he didn't miss a beat. He looked at me. Pretended to contemplate. Cocked his head and was like. Well now, Shadow, when you eat cereal three times a day, it's not going to last. He qualified that with - I'm married. My wife does the same thing. I was totally about to refute him until he was like . . Yeah . .women. Eat cereal 3 times a day . . yeesh. ARE WE SO PREDICTABLE!? Okay, who else eats nothing but cereal for a week? Come-on . . . I know someone else does.... *grins*
In the Darkness We Rise Posted on Jun 12, 2008 at 08:57 PM
The black Cadillac limousine rolled through the expansive wrought iron gates of the Abysmal Manor. Though, Shadow didn't call it the Abymal Manor. No. It was simply her estate. The locals called it the Abysmal Manor. Rumored to be haunted. Shadow grinned as she stepped from the comfortable confines and nodded once to her driver. "They'll come for you one day, you know." The driver said. Shadow shrugged causually. "Maybe. Maybe not." She hardly cared as she walked through the massive double doors. If they weren't perfectly balanced no one would be able to open them. She knew the rumors, the stories, the heresay. A white knight would come to liberate the hill, the valley of shadows. "Maybe." Shadow said as she pushed open the french doors and walked out onto the balcony. Behind her resided the upstairs sitting room and her personal office. Lightening crackled in the distance. There was a storm on the way.
This is going to be a long summer Posted on Jun 11, 2008 at 03:50 PM
As if I needed reminded as to just how tired I am. I got home from work and couldn't find my cell phone for work. I use it to transmit orders. So I scoured the van up, down, sideways and all over again. 5:30pm. I have to get these orders in by 6pm. Can't find the phone. Can't find the phone. Now I'm pissed. If I have to look for anything longer than 5 minutes, I typically give up. However, I had to have the phone. 30 minute window. I had checked the holster once. It wasn't there or rather, I didn't see it. Then after spending 15 minutes looking all through the van, I check the holster again. It's there. No clue why it wasn't there the first time . . but meh. I transmit orders and walk inside the building. About 1.5 hours later I get a knock on my door. I left the van door open. Erg. Ok. He closed the van door and then came to make sure I was still alive. I'm alive. Exhausted but alive. I guess that's one way to scare the hell out of my neighbors... accidentally leave the car door open....
Tomatos Posted on Jun 09, 2008 at 12:51 PM
Tomatos grown in these areas are considered still safe: Arkansas California Georgia Hawaii North Carolina South Carolina Tennessee Texas Belgium Canada Dominican Republic Guatemala Israel Netherlands Puerto Rico
on-line shopping Posted on Jun 06, 2008 at 02:22 PM
WEll, I tried my hand at ordering clothing on-line. Usually, I just order books or things that I don't have to worry about the sizing, but since gas is up and my freetime is down, I went ahead and ordered some clothes on-line. I wouldn't have been able to go shopping until tomorrow, and then shiping and handling is just as much as gas.... So, I took the risk. The pants FIT. In fact, I think I did better on-line than I do in the actual store! Not to mention, the website generally has ALL the clothes and sizes and colors and whatnot. So, I got exactly what I wanted in the sizes that I wanted and it all fit. I'm so impressed. I doubt I ever step foot in another department store. I can't ever find what I want anyway and typically the black clothing is hidious at best.
Life in a Cracker Jack Box Posted on Jun 05, 2008 at 06:56 PM
I wanna be a peanut. What are you? A peanut. A popcorn. The carmel coating. Or that crumbly stuff in the bottom.
Nonsense conversation Posted on Jun 02, 2008 at 05:46 PM
(Since I still seem to have some freetime. I suspect this will be short lived in the coming weeks) But, we've all had nonsense conversations. You know the type. They're completely meaningless and more of a creative game, but for some reason they make us smile and suddenly by the end of the conversation everything is "okay" regardless of whether it was okay to begin with. Some of mine have involved creative uses for farm animals, interesting places for *ahem* . .you know, entire conversations consisting of one word, and those strange conversations where you're talking with someone and all of a sudden you say the same thing at the same time.
Shadow's Summer Blog Posted on Jun 01, 2008 at 02:39 AM
The 105 days of summer are unfortunately here. I have no idea how busy I'm going to be or how tired. If last week was any indication, my hours are going to be astronomical. I did sleep in today becuase I'm *still* tired and it's freaking sunday, and this sucks. So this is the Shadow blog until the end of August. Random thoughts, Ideas, etc will go into this one. Writing update: I did get all my May submissions done by yesterday. I'm going to submit things every month. I've broken down the numbers and figured out what I need to make in a year to make writing feasible. Then I broke it down into months, weeks, days. Days is really pretty unrealistic in the writing market and the only thing weeks does is tell me how many stories I have to submit a week, and it's between 3 and 4 . . so that's what I'm going to shoot for. Hopefully by the end of the summer I can start working on Book 3 WITH actual publishing credentials I can use. June 14, 2008 Got up, checked email, no email, checked chat, no offline chat messages, checked messengers, nothing, checked submissions - still in the running. 16 days to go to see if my life will be drastically changed for the better.
Risk Analysis Posted on May 31, 2008 at 08:52 AM
Every once in awhile I skim the profiles that have skimmed me. Needless to say, I've seen a couple married men looking for flings. I've sen a few 5'8s", and I've seen a whole lot of men looking for a playfriend - not sex necesarily. More for traveling and on-call dates and events. I don't know any woman who has that kind of freetime. I had it when I was 18 - 25ish. I could pick up at the drop of a hat becuase I wasn't necesarily living anywhere, and I was in college. I also had no clue what it took to actually live out in the real world. Now that I have a clue, I wish I didn't, but that's beside the point. So. I was yaking with a friend prolly a month ago on freetime and what it would take to be a playfriend. Basically, like being a kid. You're friend calls you up. Hey you wanna come to my house or go swimming or go to the park. I thought for a moment. Then I thought some more. Finally, I said. About 20,000 dollars in my savings account becuase I'd be giving up my job, my place to live, my steady income to go be a playdate. Basically, a lot of risk on an endeaver that has a 75% chance of failure. He said. Only 20k . . I'd push you for one that had at least 50k hidden someone. I was like . .Yeah . . you're prolly right. So my conclusion was that a female playdate would need enough money to start over once the playdate ended and not be out anything more than time.
Time and Money Posted on May 29, 2008 at 03:16 AM
We've all read the articles on 'What is your time worth'. They try to pin a salary definition to Time. There is technically no way to do this. Time is priceless. Right now it is Thursday, May 29,2008 at 6:13am. Once the clock flips to 6:14am, 6:13am can never be gotten back. It's gone forever. So what was that minute worth? It was the only minute in history that was going to be that minute. The same can be said for hours, days, weeks, months. Once they're gone, there's no getting them back. So really, what's your time worth?
Holodeck Posted on May 27, 2008 at 04:24 PM
Did you ever want to play in the holodeck? I sure did. Let's go back to 1920 and interact with hardboiled detectives!
A day in the life of Shadow Posted on May 26, 2008 at 03:19 PM
I got up at 4:am after waking up at 1am, 2:am, 3:am, 4:am. I think I got uptoget a drink at one of those intervals. My alarm went off around 4:30am. I grumbled, got out of bed, stumbled over to the computer and sat. Checked blogs. Grumbled more. Responded to something. I think it was the random injuries thing. Took a shower. Went back to the computer and stared at the screen all while still wondering why I was up this early and how 5:am is an awful hour. Finally got dressed, unplugged the computer, bagged it and walked out the door. First stop....not so good. They didn't sell enough over the weekend. Gah . . I vaguely hope that isn't a trend. Second stop . . . it's becoming a trend. third stop. It's freaking trend. I'm screwed. Angry put out call comes in on my personal cell. You'd think they could be a bit more courtious. Whatever . . I'll handle it. I handle it with 2 hours of brute force. Okay, I really need to figure out how this summer is supposed to go. Beach office gates are locked. Wonderful. Screw it . . I'm doing my last 2 stops and going home. My holiday mantra starts playing in my head "People are lazy. I hate people. Everyone should be at work. Screw the holiday. GO TO WORK!" Stupid lazy everybody. Hmmmph. *grumbles* I finish my route pre-3pm. Mom calls. talk to mom for 2 hours. okay. Maybe not so bad. Mom glosses over ailements and quickly moved on to more topics like rising gas and energy costs and how my brother and sister are of the same mind I am. This does not surprise me. I am from a family of very progressive thinkers. Or maybe we're just stubborn. Either way no Shadow-relative is going to walk the pave road. It's gonna be a dirt road full of weeds and large holes.... That's ok. We'll knock down that tree and make a bridge. ok . .off the phone with mom... Read blogs. giggle. Read more blogs. giggle. Decide I should really eat. I'm tired. Eating takes effort. Microwave. Meatball sandwhich.... OK. chips and meatball sandwhich . . and oh look . . bonus BEER! That's always good. ooohhh . . 3 hours till I gotta sleep . . .. . what am I gonna do now?
Mysterious injuries Posted on May 25, 2008 at 05:53 PM
Do you ever wake up with strange scratches or strange soreness that you don't recall doing? How about weird injuries that you notice days later. I have a tiny little blister on my finger that I really have very little recollection of. I think it's a burn, and I have vague memories of being burned on the finger. and for about 2 weeks I was waking up with scrathes on my face. I don't recall clawing myself in my sleep, but it's a possibility. Does anyone else have this problem?
Dependence Posted on May 24, 2008 at 07:16 AM
I started to write a response to Peggy and found it growing very long and very off topic.... So I'll post it here. "as a child she worked in a mattress factory for 5 cents a day." Upon first read I missed the 'as a child' part. It's easy to forget that there was once child labor. The story reminded me that I have some plans and thoughts. I think we could live free-er. Electricity is a "new" thing. Gas heat is a new thing. Groceries are getting more expensive. I remember walking into the store for some eggs (I wanted cake) about six months ago. Now, since I don't like eggs as eggs, I probably hadn't bought any since 2005. In 2005, they were 99 cents. So, I'm looking for .99 cent eggs. Imagine my surprise when I see they're over a dollar and in some instances 2.00. The expiration dates are also pretty close, and I tend to waste six to 8 eggs out of every dozen. They expire before I want more eggs. So I walked over to the eggs in a box. The expiration dates are much longer than the fresh dozens and the price is about 30 to 50 cents more. I bought the carton. It's worked much better. I waste less egg and I don't have to go to the store everytime I want an egg. I also remember when soy milk and cow milk were vastly different in price. Now I can buy soy milk for about the price of cow milk, and that's only because cow milk has skyrocketed. Soy also has longer dates on it than regular milk. Anyone with a backyard could decrease their grocery bills simply by planting seeds in the spring. I've done that this year and I have to grow my stuff indoors, but I'm trying it anyway. Vegetables fall under the same catagory as eggs and milk. They go bad before I get a chance to eat them. HOpefully, here in a few more weeks, I can just pull them off the plants and eat them or leave them on the plants or freeze them or something. Either way, I won't be spending vast amounts of cash on vegetables. Not tomention, if I lost my job, I wouldn't starve. I have dreams to build my own house. I also have dreams to NOT let that house be standard. Take it off the electrical grid. I'll get wind turbines and solar panels. I don't need cable persay... Wireless internet is very predominent. Heating can be done with wood or those solar panels can provide the electricity. PArt of the backyard can become a garden and be tended. Houses in the 18th century didn't come with central air and heat. They had provisions built in to make them cooler in the summer and warmer in the winter. It's possible to knock out half the expenses associated with a house IF you build it right.
The Deal (fiction) Posted on May 22, 2008 at 06:46 PM
Think about the deal. Think about life. Think about death. Choose life. Choose to live, but at what cost? So you want to hear about the deal I'm making? Of course you do. Eternal wealth, life, liberty, freedom. Only the best deals are made when the sun goes down. It's like the mysterious luncheon. Only the elite are invited. Only the special. So you want to talk about it. Let me tell you about my deal. The trek. The journey up the hill. Or was it down. "Bow down before the one you serve. You're going to get what you deserve." Was that the echo? I don't remember. I remember the deal though. Foresaken. Choose death. Choose life. Drink the blood and be forever changed. Sell your soul. Sell it for life. Trade it out for better. Be Black. Be Dark. Pretend. Tear it down and build it back up. Choose life. Choose Death. Choose to be. Make a choice. Sink your fangs into the deep vein and drink, and when there's no turning back, don't turn around. The blood strangles all screams. It'll only hurt for a minute. It's just a little pinch. Whatever doesn't kill you only makes you stronger. Rise above and rise again. Live forever. It was only a soul. Shadow
It's the way of the future! Posted on May 22, 2008 at 03:19 PM
MCMINNVILLE, Tenn. - High gas prices have driven a Warren County farmer and his sons to hitch a tractor rake to a pair of mules to gather hay from their fields. T.R. Raymond bought Dolly and Molly at the Dixon mule sale last year. Son Danny Raymond trained them and also modified the tractor rake so the mules could pull it. ADVERTISEMENT T.R. Raymond says the mules are slower than a petroleum-powered tractor, but there are benefits. "This fuel's so high, you can't afford it," he said. "We can feed these mules cheaper than we can buy fuel. That's the truth." And Danny Raymond says he just likes using the mules around the farm. "We've been using them quite a bit," he said. Brother Robert Raymond added, "It's the way of the future."
My blanket is better than your blanket!!!! Posted on May 21, 2008 at 05:30 PM
na na nana na This is the Shadow slumber party. I have blankets and pillows and movies and popcorn and reeces and and and.... Everybodies invited!!!!
Goals Posted on May 18, 2008 at 08:52 AM
I can't wait until I meet all my goals. It will finally mean freedom. Freedom to enjoy the holidays. Freedom to enjoy my own birthday. No more lack of presents, cake or ice cream for either holiday. No more spending them alone. It'll be a great day when I can finally plan for my own birthday and actually throw a party for it and have family/friends attend and not have to worry about going to work the next day or that day or whatever. I am beyond sick and tired of it. I swear this will be the last year I do this. Five years is ENOUGH.
New Profile Essays Posted on May 16, 2008 at 06:44 PM
I'm very mentally active. I'm always thinking about something or implementing something I was thinking about. I have several hobbies. The most important hobby is writing. I have one book published and another in the submission process. I write a lot. It is a daily thing for me whether I'm writing in the blogs, my own personal wellbeing, or writing something for publication. I do have another job aside from writing that pays the bills. So far writing is a dream and a hobby. I plan to make it a sole source of income one day. All I have to do is keep trying. A few other hobbies tend to fall under things I needed or wanted to do. I had a bookshelf collapse on me in the early part of May, so I went out, bought some wood and nails and made my own. They're not perfect, but they do the job, and I can go back and modify them whenever I have time/space/a level... ya know... In October 2007, I decided to stain my wooden furniture. I bought an electric sander, some stain, and some gloss. The result was some very new looking old furniture. I plan to do the couch and loveseat at some point... Time/space permitting. My most recent accomplishment is an indoor garden. I planted some beans, corn, tomatoes, jalape?os, and onions. They're doing quite well so far. I'm hoping to have fresh vegetables by the middle of the summer. To My Potential Matches: I'd like to start out as friends first. So let's communicate and talk and share stories. Everything progresses in its own time. Other than that, I can't stress this enough - I do not want kids. If you do have kids, great. Be a good dad, but know that you are probably not my type. You'll want a woman who adores your kids as much as you do. I'm not that woman. My questions to matches 1. What story from your childhood do you find yourself endlessly repeating to everyone you meet? 2. If you could have anything you wanted what would it be? 3. How did you get where you are in life? 4. After you accomplish each goal, how do you find new goals? 5. What's your favorite book? About me: I like to think of myself as simple. There's very little in the way of material possessions that I want. A limousine and a mansion would be awesome, and I'll get there eventually beit through my own power or as a joint endeavor. Right now, I'm working on it as a solo project. There's very little that I've set out to do and not accomplished. I wanted a college degree. I have 1.9 degrees (darn Master's project is still eluding me). I wanted to be a pilot. I am. I spent quite a few years learning how to fly and working as a flight instructor. Those days are mostly over, but I still hold the certificates, and I consider them one of my greatest accomplishments. I wanted to write and publish a book. I have, and I'm working on the second one as well as a few short stories for a few magazines. I wanted to leave Indiana and see the ocean. I did. That one took awhile. Even after I got out of Indiana, I had to spend three years in Raleigh saving money and looking for a job on the coast. I succeeded in October 2007. My next set of goals involve publishing a book (the traditional way). After that the rest of my goals should be realized, or at least a good portion of them. Blankets. I love blankets and soft things. Huge pillows. Fireplaces. And anything warm. I moved from Indiana to North Carolina in search of warmer temperatures and an ocean. I haven't decided if I want to stay, but so far it has been very relaxing. I once had a friend ask me . . so . . Where do you go on vacation if you live where you would have chosen to vacation? I have no idea. Baffling concept. Maybe I'll go visit England or California. Both seem to be foreign countries. *grins* MATCH ESSAY My ideal match is independent, strong, and knows what he wants or already has it. I'm looking for someone who is goal oriented, independent, doesn't cry during movies, knows how to handle himself in almost any situation and generally has a calm/relaxed demeanor. Having insight is also good. I'm also a big fan of dry-sarcastic humor. Absolutes: Must be older than me. Must be taller than me. Preferably 5'11" or taller. Must not have or want kids. Reasons: Age and position in life have a lot to do with each other. I'm unwilling to wait for someone to catch up to me. It's taken me a long time to reach the position I'm in, the level of insight and maturity... etc Height - I've dated men shorter than me. It just doesn't work out. If I need the thing off the top shelf... Kids - I like quiet. I like uninterrupted conversations. I like personal time whether that be alone or with friends. I would rather take a vacation than have a child.