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Your View of Life

11-FEB-10

Dear Reader:

How do your view life? My upbringing, was based on the old slogan"I slept, and dreamt that life was beauty; I woke, and found that life was duty." And that may describe my former relationship. :(

Later, I viewed life as a struggle. That all creatures must struggle to survive. And, that the sooner one learns to struggle, even as a child, the more able to survive, one becomes.

Some time later, at brief periods, I view life as a celebration. It is a privilige to be alive, and all of us want to share that joy with others.

How do you view life?

Lovebelilze

A WOMAN SHOULD

26-DEC-09

A WOMAN SHOULD HAVE

Enough money within her control to move out and rent a place of her own, even if she never wants or needs to...

Something perfect to wear if the employer or date of her dreams wants to see her in an hour...

A youth she's content to leave behind...

A past juicy enough that she's looking forward to retelling it in her old age...

A set of screwdrivers, a cordless drill, and a black lace bra...

A friend who always makes her laugh, and one who lets her cry...

A good piece of furniture not previously owned by anyone else in her family...

Eight matching plates, wine glasses with stems, and a recipe for a meal that will make her guests feel honoured..

A feeling fo control over her destiny..

EVERY WOMAN SHOULD KNOW

How to fall in love without losing herself...

How to quit a job, break up with a lover and confront a friend, withoiut ruining the friendship..

When to try harder, and when to walk away..

That she can't change the length of her calves, the width of her hips, or the nature of her parents...

That her childhoold may not have been perfect, but it's over...

What she would and would not do for love or more...

How to live, alone, even if she doesn't like it...

Whom she can trust, whom she can't and why she shouldn't take it personally...

Where to go, be it to her best fiend's kitchen table, or a charming inn in the woods, when her sould needs soothing...

What she can, and can't accomplish in a day, a month, and a year...

By Maya Angelou

PS: I DIDNT COMPOSE THE ABOVE LIST, BUT I CAN APPRECIATE IT.

Here is a list, for us guys:

EVERY MAN SHOULD HAVE:

A reason to get up in the morning

Something or someone he loves, if even a pet

A friend or family member who is rooting for him

A set of values other (hopefully higher) than what the law requires

The abililty to get a good night's sleep, free of nightmares

Enough money to be able to afford to have dreams

EVERY MAN SHOULD KNOW

He has value, beyond what he does

How to live on a shoestring, if necessary

When to speak up, and when to keep his mouth shut

What he will do for his partner, and what he won't

What he will do for money, and what he won't

How to fish, and cook the fish

What the most important things are in his life, and keep other things in perspective

How he is able to relax

How to have fun as he gets older

What his rights are, and how to stand up for them

That there is life after divorce, or severe illness

What it is like to fall in love

That's a self-made list. Can you add any more?

Larry

a good (true) romance 2.

05-SEP-07

REaders: Heres the balance of the story from More magazine. All of a sudden, there he was. The years fell away: She saw only the curly brown-haired boy she'd left behind, complete with the blue eyes he always insisted were green, the glorious smile and a tan that came from working outside as a micrometeorology consultatn for the BC government. "Sarita," he said, opening his arms wide. He told her she hadn't changed a bit. This time, they were determined not to lose what they had found again, and when Alberto transferred to Edmonton in the spring of 2002, Sara -tired of an international commute- soon followed. If things didn't work out, well, she could pack her bags and move back to New York. But things worked out just fine. Alberto sponsored her immigration to Canada and they were married on Sept. 4, 2005. A few months ago, a friend asked Alberto if he believed in God. "No," Alberto replied. "I look at Sara and I believe in miracles." Did you like the story? Larry

a good (true) romance 1.

05-SEP-07

REaders: Here is a excerpt from More magazine. It turned my crank. How about you? Sara shivered as she waited by the arrivals escalator at JFK airport. Even though she was 43, she felt like a nervous teenager. Her mind was racing with memories a quarter century old: of her childhood home in the province of Cordoba in Argentina and of her first love, Alberto Orchansky, whom she believed she'd lost forever in 1976 when she fled a military junta for the US. Alberto left the following year for Israel to study agronomy, and they built separate lives in new countries, married, had children and got divorced. Then one night, while looking up old friends on the internet, Sara saw his name. "I dont know if you remember me, Alberto," she wrote. "Im Sarita. We used to date when we were kids." She held her breath and hit the "send" button. Within seconds, he replied. She disvcovered he was living in Vancouver. They marvelled at fate and the fact that Sara had been sitting in front of her computer when his name popped up. Hed been looking for her too, he said. They exchanged photographs and began talking regularly on the phone for hours about their lives, their dreams and their failures. About two weeks later, they decided to meet in person. Time tended to blur memory, they knew, and they needed to know whether what they seemed to have recaptured was real or not. So Sara waited at the foot of the escalator at JFK, worrying if Alberto had made it onto the plane at all. Im nearly out of space. See romance 2 blog, for the conclusion. Larry

Suspected fraudster

13-JUN-07

Hi,people. I suspect frenchkisshug is a scam. Long letter. No punctuation. Spilling 'her' guts, right away. Very carefully prepared. Made in Africa. Desperate situation. :( Of course, none of these characterists ever appear in mine, but that is another story! Larry

Your first job as a supervisor

30-MAY-07

What was your first job as a supervisor, and how did it go? From Belize, here is a story told me by Pedro, the mechanic, while I was sitting on a jerry can. "The first job I had, was installing drain pipes. The foreman stood right behind us, all day, with his hands on his hips, watching us closely. If I stopped to wipe the sweat from my brow in the noonday heat, he would say, "Move along, now! Back to work." For some reason, that foreman didnt last too long. Neither did the next. One day, the chief overseer, came to me, and said, "Youre the foreman, now!" He didnt ask me, he told me! I was 'upside down'. My feet were in the air, and my head was on the ground. What will I do? I asked myself. I was 17. I looked at the other men, for encouragement. They were older than I, and they just scowled back. No help there. So, I jumped down in the hole we were making, and started digging. And, I sweated my fear out. By and by, I said to the men, "This is what we're going to do. You dont need a foreman. You all know what to do. At this, the men agreed, readily. Ill work along with you, the same as before. Therell be one change. From 11:00 to 1:00, in the heat of the day, well do light work, and take it slower. Then, in the early morning, and in the late afternoon, we'll work as usual, plus a little more. At this,the men all nodded their heads in agreement. And, that was it. Pedro told me he stayed for two years on that job. Said he had a lot of fun. He never saw the overseer at his job, because he was always working. But, every day at noon, there was a blue mark beside the days job list, showing that the overseer had been there, and had approved of their work. And, if ever the overseer needed a job done in a hurry, he asked for Pedros team. That is just a story, as told me, by Pedro Senteno, under his cashew tree, which he had planted for shade as he worked. A colourful character. Every time I meet him, he has a story. What is yours, whether good or bad, of trying to lead people? lARRY

criminality insurance

28-APR-07

DEar Blogger: A theory of mine. With auto insurance, the premium I pay, is directly related to my driving record. That includes for whoever else I put on my insurance. Briefly, coulndt that be applied to criminality? Turning 18, ones "criminiality premium", would be dirt cheap, and paid thru ones taxes. The first crime committed, his or her premium goes up, a little. More, the second offense. The third crime, the individual is moved into the "hard to insure" category. His or her premium is many times the going rate. The result? A repeat offender, would think twice or even three times, about offending the third time. He simply woulndt be able to afford it! Or in a criminal mind, the gain might not be worth the pain. In auto insurance, in my world, I know this works. My previous partner had a fondness for driving into ditches, and then calling the insurance company. As a result,I was paying 400C a month for insurance, one year in advance, with no choice in the matter. She is now off my insurance, and my premium is going down. But, nothing makes me drive more carefully, than the risk of going back to paying 400C a month. Could this work, in other fields? What is your opinion? Larry

Would RobnLynda tell their story?

28-APR-07

Dear RobnLyn: You have mentioned that you met on the blogs. Would each of you enlighten us a little? 1. What, on the others blog, caught your eye? 2. What did you do next, after exchanging Email? Of, course, youre answers to these questions is purely informational, and has nothing to do with my own quest... (smile) Larry

Who's the greatest of your countrymen (or women)?

14-APR-07

Dear blogger: A question for you, is Who is the 'greatest' person of your particular country, and why? Religious figures are to be omitted, but the person can be dead, or still alive. This was a TV show in Canada. Canadians would send in a vote for someone, and the most popular were highlighted on successive programs. Finally, the winner was announced, and there was a documentary on him. In my mind, 'greatest' may mean different things, to different people. To some, it may mean the richest, the most successful, or the most famous. To others, it may mean the most humanitarian, or the best remembered. So, many different answers may come, from people of the same country. And, I have noticed people on this site, from Belize, Columbia, Peru, Venezuela, Honduras, Guatemala, Malaysia, Tibet, Singapore, FRance, Britain, Canada, and the US, to name a few. Do you have a favourite person in your country, and why? Larry

can you help?

10-MAR-07

Horsewhisperer had a good idea, with cheesy pickup lines. They are pretty funny, but then I realized, like DD, that these are the ones that may not work! A question to the ladies: everyone is different, but what do you suggest, from your experience? Thanks. Larry

A website prayer

05-MAR-07

No disrepect is intended to an ancient piece of writing. But for anyone I have offended (or probably will offend, in the future).. Our blog, Which art in cyerspace, Respected be thy name; Thy emails come, Thy good advice be done, In homes, As it is in MM central. Give us this day our encouragement And forgive us our indiscretions, As we forgive those who Blog against us. And lead us not into silliness, But deliver us from gossip, For thine is not The power and the glory, forever, But, just until a better idea Comes along. Amen. Larry

on limitations

02-MAR-07

First, I've got to limit my time on blogs. Theyre just way too much fun... But, also, I'm thinging theres way too much choice, on MM. Hundreds and hundreds of ladies. Beautiful. Talented. If there were a hundred available, on the whole internet, how many of us might be hitched by now? (Same for the ladies?) Thinking back, I remember the story of Lincoln, Abe Lincolns father. Lost his first wife to "milk sickness". Walked up to a woman on the street, and said, "Mary, I's knowed you all my life. I need a wife on my new farm. Will you marry me?" And, the very next day, they were married. Mind you, the Mrs. was taken aback by the condition of his farm... it wasnt quite like he had described. The log house had no windows or doors installed, and wouldnt, for 2 years... The true story of my grandmother, Pegg, who was doing ironing, in a store window, in Winnipeg, when grandpa walked by. I guess he liked the look of her, so he went in, and proposed. End of story. Gave a slide show to a Barrie Rotarty Club once, on Belize. Showed Chet Schmidt, a well dressed Belizean-American. Showed his wife, Dianne, next, mother of his 8 kids. She is black as black, and much younger than he. Sensing a hushed silence in the room, I added, "In Belize, there arent too many people to go around. (200,00).So, you grab who you can." Laughter. All kinds of it. It went on, for about 2 mintues. I was really surprised, and started to say something, but then thought better of it. The laughter burst out again. It was a good feeling. Belize is still that way, but after 16 years of visits, I dont know now who was luckier, Dianne, or Chet. Larry

Thanks to the guys

02-MAR-07

Guys: Maybe, we guys should stick together, a bit? Do some of the ladies? Anyway, thanks for commenting on some of my blogs. Appreciate it. Larry

How farmers have fun

28-FEB-07

With two uncles still on farms in the Blue Mountain, I hear stories... Theres Uncle Alex,72, telling of his desire to keep climbing the wagon rack, so he can unload hay. Ten years ago, he said "I could hit the (bale) elevator (with a 40 lb bale) from anywhere on the wagon. He added, "When the three men in the hay mow came down, (250 bales in 10 minutes), they were just dripping." And, then he laughed, gleefully.... Alex's idea of fun. My dad, would tell of his dad, in the days of threshing gangs. The men would stand on a pig scale, grab the bottom of a 2x4, wedge it against an overhead beam, and see how much weigh they could put on the scale. He said, some men could press only their own weight. Dad said grandpa could press 1000 pounds! Years later, I saw a picture of Arnold Schwartenegger, in his Austrian days, proudly lifting 750 pounds, from between two chairs! So, maybe my grandpa was strong, by comparison. In other antics,there was the man, dad said, that could stand next to a farm gate (about 4 feet), and jump over it, from a standing position, without touching the gate. Dad allowed, "He was real breechy" . I sensed that being breechy was not a highly regarded skill, in those days. Something to do with cows, and fences.... Being farmers, in the depression, with 12 kids to feed, the Wilsons travel horse certainly wasnt a thoroughbred. But, Alex related with a smile, a summer day when a richer neighbour was proudly trotting down the dusty road with his mare. Little grandma with her skinny horse, and buggy, pulled out and passed him. ANd then, she left him in the dust. Alex laughed at the recollection. It was a red letter day, I think, for the family. In those day, with no movies, no cars, (or hydro, radios, or telephones), I guess people made their own fun. Myself, I learned to concentrate, to study, to be loyal, and an achiever. Sometimes I wish I learned how to have fun... My partner wanted to teach me how to have fun, but to her, it always meant spending money. Does anyone out there, know how to have fun, without spending a lot of money?

on anger

25-FEB-07

Do any of you feel angry at times? I think I've felt angry for two years after separating from my wife, but am finding that it's hard to stay angry forever... In that light, if you'll bear with me, I'd like to blather on.. "When gentle people get angry" When my parents were alive, I cant remember either of them raising their voice in anger against the other, (let alone their hands). Would that the rest of us were like that. I commented to Dad once, "I've never seen you angry!" His quiet reply was, "You wouldnt 'want' to see me angry." It wasnt until he passed away, that I learned what he meant. On the way to Belize, his younger brother, Alex told me this story. One winter night, grandpa was out of the house, working. His 4 young sons, and 8 young daughters, and grandma, were sleeping in the big room upstairs in their old house. Suddenly, three 'drunks' burst through the door downstairs, and clomped upstairs.(No locks in those days.) Presumably, they were after the women. Alex was only 8. Frank was 12, but was planning to roll them over the bannister, into the stairwell. (Alvin hadnt been born yet.) Then, Bertan came in from another room. He was 21. He wasnt big, but he was lean and hard. He didnt say a word. He just walked right up to the first big man, and leaned into his face. When the man saw the look in my dad's eyes, Alex said, the three men took off like jackrabbits, running down the stairs. And that was the end of it. On my mothers side, I never heard my mother get angry at a stranger. But once, at a movie as a child, with my mom and dad, we all got up to go to the ..uknow. When I joined DAd in the lobby, waiting for Mom, he was chuckling. "You should have heard it," he laughed. "Alice had wanted to go outside to get a breath of fresh air. (She was one of the earliest 'health nuts'). "The usher stopped her, and said, "If you want to go for a smoke, I'll let you. But I can't let you go out for a breath of fresh air!" "Boy," laughed DAd, "did Mom give him a piece of her mind." He was still chuckling, when the movie finished, and we left the theatre. One more example, more grim. Uncle Alex's wife, Hilda, is one of the easiest going people I know. She, in the past, was of formidable strength, and could "take the place of any man" on the farm. Once, when visiting with Alex and Hilda, Alex mentioned a local who had married a First Nations woman. He had a mean streak, especially when drunk. Long ago, Alex related, the wife came up to the house, for help. Her face was badly cut and bleeding. Her husband had beaten her, and scraped her head, face down, along the gravel road. To my surprise, Hilda squinted her eyes, and commented, "If any man ever did that to me, I'd wait until he went to sleep. Then, I'd get a 2x4, and that man would never wake up." Unusual words, from one of the gentlest people I have ever met. But then, being gentle doesnt preclude having a spine of steel, does it? The poor First Nations woman eventally hung herself. Maybe she should have taken Hilda's approach...

James Bond

16-FEB-07

Had a realization the other day: At 56, I've finally given up the idea of becoming James Bond. However, might I have a shot at becoming something like Ian Fleming? (No, not dissipated and dead, at age 55) Actually, I read a piece by Pierce Brosnan. Said, he was sitting in a really snazzy convertible, outside the studio. Saw a beautiful young lass, and thought he'd drive away, tires screeching, and give her a good show. Said he, shame-facedly, "I stalled it". So, maybe even, James Bond, doesnt act like James Bond.

Wanted: New Program

16-FEB-07

Looking for a Spousal program 1.1 or higher. The original Spousal 1.0 was described as having all the basic functions, but there seemed to be a few bugs in it. For example, spousal 1.0 didnt have a subdirectory for cooking, cleaning,or laundry. On inquiry, the program replied these had been phased out, 200 years ago. When the program demanded bank account access on first day of use, the use was greater than expected. After a few years of running spousal 1.0, the expenditure file nearly filled the hard drive, and was in danger of crashing the whole system. When the user attempted to delete the file, a supposed virus caused a loud screaming sound, which only stopped when the expenditure file was reinstalled. The user also noticed that, after five years, accessing spousal 1.0 for purposes other than expenditure, became increasingly difficult. Subdirectories such as 'humour', 'verbal response', and 'free time' were no longer in the menu. Indeed, messages such as , , and , became common. In frustration, the user left his whole system, to find answers elsewhere. On returning, he found that spousal program 1.0 had been removed, in poor condition, and sent away for repairs. Therefore, the user is looking for an updated spousal program - 1.1, or 2.1 . The user even hears of versions all the way up to 5.1, but this may be wishful thinking. By the way, the user is, in the users opinion, reasonably patient with system components. The user doesnt smack his hardware about (although admitting that sometimes the user was tempted.) All software is maintained in a suitable environement, and treated with the gentleness and respect it deserves. And, now that the hard drive has been purged of the corrupted 'expenditure' file, there is much more room on it, for other files, such as 'quiet times', 'conversation', 'sensuality', 'trips to Belize', etc.

why I like women

07-FEB-07

Why I like women Speaking for myself, I find women have big hearts, good ears, and are fun to talk to. They smell better, too. Not that I have anything against men (after all, I am one). Vaguely, I remember, as a child, that I didnt distinguish between men and women; they were both just big people, to be obeyed. Then, one day, I started thinking of the people that had done the most for me in my life: my mother, Miss Little,(English teacher), Dr. Armbrust (doctor), Cathy Armstrong (boss),and Pat Asling (friend), and I wondered what they had in common. Then, it came to me, THEY WERE ALL WOMEN! Remarkable! Besides,again speaking for myself, I find women do something for me, when I look at them. Sometimes to my brain, and sometimes to my body (I wont go into details). And, once, seeing a girl come down the stairs in a guest house in Belize, I had to take a second look. Just had to. Good luck to you in Colorado, Mary. I remember our walks together. Maybe it will happen, again? Heres to the ladies. lovebelize

scams from ghana

07-FEB-07

didnt think it would happen to me. Whats wrong with the other guys? Suspicions: needy, young, desperate, non-african, childish writing, poor spelling, no punctuation, no capitalization, both non-negro, yet from Ghana lovebelize (hopefully not as naive as I used to be)

lovebelize

26-JAN-07

A pharmacy tech once told me her theory: women give sex to get love; men give love to get sex. My belief is a bit different: men want love, too; we guys just don't know it. Another theory: When we pass on to the next life, and we shed our earthly bodies(if you believe in that), how many 'big' people will we see as tiny, and how many 'ordinary' people, as giants? To me, the sexiest part of a woman, is above her eyebrows. (That is, her brain.) For example, there have been women I have counselled as a pharmacist, who werent beauties, young, or slim, but their attitude did something to my body (not to get too specific.). An old timer from the hillybilly country near Collingwood where my dad grew up, Levi, was once asked, why he never married. He wheezed out, "The women I'd have, wouln't have me, and the women that'd have me, the devil wouldn't have." But, then maybe Levi didn't know much about merchandising- he took one bath in his life, and died shortly after.

lovebelize

26-JAN-07