I just tried doing this--lost it somehow.? So here I start again.
Why the heck do so many of you men try to hide so much of your profile?? What the heck do you think you're going to accomplish by being so secretive:? you smoke; you don't smoke.? You want a woman who smokes/who doesn't smoke.? You want a woman who drinks/you want a woman who never drinks.? So many of you keep these facts a secret!!!!!
Why not put the facts out there and let them...
My blog address: http://MillionaireMatch.com/blog/Curious2078
Yup, you can do it. I can't post the URL without it being taken down so just Google the above line. The first one that comes up, at least on Google Chrome, should be the right one. It's on "The Good News Network."
It's quite wonderful. A bunch of animal--and human--rescues. You'll love it.
LOL. No, the provocative title is not about what you might think it's about. It's about snow. Bloody snow. D**m snow. Sitting here in northeastern Pennsylvania, where I had hoped winter was over with--and that the snow flurries that amount to nothing that we've been having for days on end now would be the end of it--along comes a real storm. It's been snowing heavily now for about 3 hours, give or take a bit, and so far we have just about 3 inches.
Here's the forecast for tomorrow and the next day:
Snow this evening...then snow...sleet and freezing rain after midnight. Snow may be heavy at times this evening. Additional snow and sleet accumulation of 4 to 6 inches. Ice accumulation around a trace. Lows in the mid 20s. East winds 5 to 10 mph. Chance of precipitation near 100 percent.
Snow...freezing rain and sleet in the morning...then snow likely with a slight chance of rain in the afternoon. Total snow accumulation of 4 to 8 inches. Ice accumulation around a tenth of an inch. Highs around 40. Northeast winds 5 to 10 mph...becoming west 10 to 15 mph. Chance of precipitation near 100 percent.
I'm grateful that we didn't have a March like we had in 2012 where it warmed up so much for a week or so that all the buds and blossoms came out and then, when the weather turned cold again, they all froze to death and we lost much of Spring and summer's glory. But do we really have to have March go out like a lion when she came in like a lion? Woe is me.
Anyone else in the northern hemisphere sick to death of winter? Fishy excluded, since it seems he has winter most of the year. LOLOLOL.
Here is what a Google translator said Shande's latest blog means: Just in case anyone was wondering--as if we couldn't have guessed the nature of her oh, so private, highly restricted blog. A few words clearly didn't pass muster with the translator. LOL
"Will always be a kiss that never occurred,
and the soul will bring down borders of pudor…
A sweet anguish in the chest,
a desperate by the skin, Sun
the first caress injuring tremors
and a pending goodbye at every meeting,
because you learned how to fall in love of a song,
Open the cielo… and wait.
Let a tear even,
two words just will not die,
the miracle for a heart...
A say "I love you" and return to love,
because with you I learned to fly
to get lost in the sky
to dream up awake,
and I also learned to enjoy a beso…
even without receiving it.
I flew naked in clouds, brushes and canvases,
I learned that a smile can be music
the tears are not always amargas…
Now give me your sunrises
make the skin of your body hell of my desires
and the mesmerizing sound of waves
is song that meza on my pillow.
Tonight the moon will find us nude
inventing in our embrace
a new way to love...
My timid legs go through yours,
We arrived on the shores of the bed again and again,
We love, and my kisses in your body,
they have written the best poem.
Always will be a kiss that was never given,
And the soul will knock down borders of modesty…
A sweet anguish in the chest,
A sun desperate by the skin,
The caress first wounding tremors
And a goodbye pending in each encounter,
For with thee I learned how to fall in love with a song,
Open the sky… and expect.
Let me not even a tear,
Only two words that do not die,
The miracle for a heart ...
A say "I love you" and return to love,
For with thee I have learned to fly
Until i get bogged down in the sky,
To dream up to wake up,
And also learned to enjoy a kiss…
Even without receiving it.
I flew naked between clouds, on brushes and canvases,
I learned that a smile, it may be music
That the tears are not always bitter…
Today regalame your sunrises,
That the skin of your body to be hell for my wishes
Hypnotist and the sound of the waves
It is song that Meza in my pillow.
Tonight the moon you will find us naked
Inventing in our embrace
A new form of love…
My legs shy pass through between the yours,
We arrived on the shores of the bed again and again,
We love each other, and my kisses in your body,
Will be writing the best poem.
There will always stay a kiss that never happened(existed),
and the soul will knock down borders of decency …
A sweet anxiety in the breast,
the sun driven to despair by the skin,
the first caress hurting quakes
and a hanging farewell in every meeting,
because with you I learned to fall in love with a song,
to open the sky … and to wait for you.
Leave a tear to me at least,
two words only that will not die,
the miracle for a heart …
One to say “I love you” and to love again,
because with you I have learned to fly
up to getting lost in the sky,
to dream even, he(she) wakes up,
and I learned to enjoy also a kiss …
even without receiving it.
I flew he(she) undresses between clouds, on brushes and linens,
I learned that a smile, it can be a music
that the tears not always are bitter …
Today give me your dawns,
that the skin of your body is a hell of my desires
and the sound hypnotist of the waves
be a song that rocks in my pillow.
This night the moon will find naked
to us inventing in our hug
a new way of loving …
My shy legs happen(pass) for between yours,
we come on the banks of the bed repeatedly,
we love each other, and my kisses in your body,
they will have written the best poem."
Nifty sensual thoughts, but hardly the way to connect with anyone but a scammer. I do wish her the best of luck. For all we know, a scammer is what she's looking for...
When I first logged onto blogs tonight, I thought something was wrong with my computer.
I see now there's nothing wrong with my computer. There's just something wrong with a new blogger who's trying to hog the forum bigtime.
Oh, well. These "star bursts" come and go. Usually, fairly quickly.
There's no option showing up for "RESPOND" on your blog. The only option available now is "report abuse."
So...I post my respose here.
There are stupid people, and then there are stupid people. First, reasonably intelligent--as in reasonably high IQ people--who just don't bother to think intelligently. And then there are stupid people who have such low IQs they can't possibly think intelligently in the way that those of us with rather high IQs can think.
I hope your mom was not referring to the latter because it most definitely behooves all of us to be very, very nice indeed to stupid people who have no means brain-wise to be anything but stupid.
As fopr the intelligent people among us who jut ACT stupidly--those folks you can do anything demeaning you want to to them. Those folks deserve to be "stepped on" and taught a lesson or two to.
It's almost upon us again, that time of year when so many of us are full of far more stress than we are full of joy and happiness and peace.
Here's to everyone having a peaceful and joyous Christmas, one day when no matter how many relatives will be descending on you, or how many relatives you need to visit, you are blessed with being able to deal with the "descent" happily and peacefully.
And for those who will be spending Christmas alone, may the time be filled with good and wise reflections and hopes that will serve you well in the coming New Year.
God bless all and a very Merry Christmas to everyone.
Some weeks ago we were led to believe by Tinkerbelle that she would very soon be opening Tink's Tuck & Tatoo Parlour. I have been standing outside the door of the address she said she was going to open the shop in for days on end now, just waiting. I haven't showered for close to a month. The hair on my legs is getting long enough to braid. I won't even tell you what's become of my underarm hair.
I'm cold, I'm hungry, I've been rained on so much I'm so moldy that mushrooms are growing out of my ankles and the bends in my knees and elbows.
And still I wait for Tink's Tuck & Tatoo Parlour to open so I can get a bit of liposuction on my overly developed tummy and some really cute and sweet tatoos on the back of my shoulders.
At this stage of the game, before any of those things happen, I also need a long bath, a good lengthy massage, a sweet, lavender-infused shave of all shaveable parts, and a very relaxed foot massage. A good hair dye job and hair cut wouldn't hurt either.
Do I wait in vain? Should I repair back across the pond to be relieved of my misery, or will Miss Tink cease golfing long enough to get Tink's Tuck & Tatoo Parlour up and running before I, and the rest of the crowd wasting away outside her yet unopened fabulous establishment, wither away to nothing but moss and mold in the London rain and mist and fog?
SENIORS TEXTING CODE
ATD - At The Doctors
BFF - Best Friend Fell
BTW - Bring the Wheelchair
BYOT - Bring Your Own Teeth
FWIW - Forgot Where I Was
GGPBL - Gotta Go Pacemaker Battery Low
IMHO - Is My Hearing-Aid On
LMDO - Laughing My Dentures Out
OMMR - On My Massage Recliner
OMSG - Oh My! Sorry, Gas
ROFLACGU - Rolling On Floor Laughing And Can't Get Up.
VERY IMPORTANT STUFF. ANY DAY NOW MANY OF US ARE GOING NEED THESE ACRONYMS!!!!!!!!!
...I'm going to have to set fire to the joint.
Hasn't FROG violated some aspect of the User's Agreement with his massive hogging of the blogs?
Just in case he hasn't, and Powers That Be can't do anything about him--come on, folks. Post!!!! Knock this egotistical maniac off the map. Please!!!
He** Where's Tinkerbelle when you really need her?
MM has seen fit to remove this article. I can only assume they did so because I copied and pasted directly from the Newspaper in question, credited the newspaper and the author. Therefore.....some copyright law was being violated.
I recently posted a way to the article....but MM has seen fit to take that down too....
C'est la vie, mes amis/mes amies.........
Try Googling "NYP article on online dating." That should work....as long as this latest post of mine stays up.....
Linda Burnett, 23, a resident of San Diego, was visiting her in-laws and while there went to a nearby supermarket to pick up some groceries.
Later, her husband noticed her sitting in her car in the driveway with the windows rolled up and with her eyes closed, with both hands behind the back of her head.
He became concerned and walked over to the car. He noticed that Linda's eyes were now open and she looked very strange. He asked her if she was okay, and Linda replied that she had been shot in the back of the head and had been holding her brains in for over an hour. The husband called the paramedics, who broke into the car because the doors were locked and Linda refused to remove her hands from her head.
When they finally got in, they found that Linda had a wad of bread dough on the back of her head. A Pillsbury biscuit canister had exploded from the heat, making a loud noise that sounded like a gunshot, and the wad of dough hit her in the back of her head. When she reached back to find out what it was, she felt the dough and thought it was her brains. She initially passed out, but quickly recovered. Linda is blonde, a Democrat and an Obama supporter, but that could all be a coincidence.
A woman was sitting at a bar enjoying an after work cocktail with her girlfriends when Steven, a tall, exceptionally handsome, extremely sexy, middle-aged man entered. He was so striking that the woman could not take her eyes off him.
This seasoned yet playful heartthrob noticed her overly attentive stare and walked directly toward her. (As any man would.) Before she could offer her apologies for staring so rudely, he leaned over and whispered to her, "I'll do anything, absolutely anything, that you want me to do, no matter how kinky, for $20.00... on one condition..."
Flabbergasted but intrigued, the woman asked what the condition was. The man replied, "You have to tell me what you want me to do in just three words."
The woman considered his proposition for a moment, and then slowly removed a $20 bill from her purse, which she pressed into the man's hand along with her address. She looked deeply and passionately into his eyes, barely concealing her anticipation and excitement, and slowly and meaningfully said.........
This is a response to Shaz's blog, "STOP giving me your number." In that blog I posted a comment that if I could find this 40 year old poem of mine, I would post it....and here it is....I hope everyone ENJOYS the pathos....and irony. Neither of which are to be taken very seriously.
"Now that the darkness has passed," As Gilbert & Sullivan said, I have cheerily found out at last I've utterly nothing to dread.
For all the things I might do wrong I did by yesterday, And all the things I might do right I can't do anyway.
And all the places I've wanted to be I've found have never been. And at all the places I've ever reached They wouldn't let me in.
So from today and ever onward I'll just sit on my barstool here, Doing and saying nothing And quietly drinking my beer.
This way I can't put my foot in my mouth, Or worse, rip a hole in my pants. Who cares if the boredom is endless?
........Won't someone please ask me to dance....??????
So, I slather up my bare arms with Coco Butter Oil and put on my headnet [protection against the black fly bites I'm so allergic to] and take my little mutt for a walk up the road. A road right here in the heart of town. Under a great canopy of oak trees, passed the Vol. Fire Company building, almost passed the open air pavilion behind the building---and muttsieburgers goes nuts. She's on a ten foot lead and she's sniffed something incredibly exciting and interesting on the 15 yards of grass between the road and the pavillion. She's jumping about, spinning around in mid-air like a whirling Dervish, with excitement. I let her go toward the scent. She finds the spot where it's the strongest and does what dogs love to do when they find a wonderfully noxious, foreign [to them] scent: she flops down on her back and rolls in it in a frenzy, looking like she's gone psychotic.
I find this very funny and think she must have found a spot where a ground hog or a wild turkey spent enough time to leave a strong scent behind. The scent of both those critters drives her wild. I laugh...and laugh....and laugh some more.... Then the wind shifts and I get thrust up my nostrils the smell of Black bear. Nothing unusual with that in my neck of the woods, but the smell is awfully strong.... I get closer, as close as I can get to my whirling Dervish of a pet, and, as I'm looking through the netting of my headgear, I don't see anything unusual. So, I make sure there are no black flies swarming around my head, lift the headnet high enough to see the ground clearly, and----OH, MY GOD. Little Miss Maggie is in a frenzy over a HUGE pile of bear shit.
She's ground it into the fur on her back, her legs---her Spitz-like tail....oh, Geeze.....
We have to continue our walk because she hasn't done her own business yet--and we're accompanied on the walk by the sweet yet putrid smell of rotting nuts and other unidentifiable vegetation.
When we get home, I keep her on her leash so I can keep her from touching anything in my apartment, strip down to my birthday suit, haul the little demon into the shower with me [I have no tub---and no dog shampoo] and scrub her up with a bar of Irish Spring. And she can't understand why I have to get this newly acquired wonderfully strong, foreign smell off her.... She protests most vehemently.
Now, none of this would have been a big deal except that yesterday I SPENT TWO HOURS SCRUBBING MY BATHROOM AND POLISHING THE WOODWORK TO A PRISTINE GLOSS!!!!!! NOW I HAVE TO DO IT ALL OVER AGAIN. AS WELL AS RESCRUBBING THE FLOOR AND WASHING THE FLOOR MATS AGAIN.
Well, she smells almost normal, now. There's still a hint of Black bear coming off the little canine demon, but I can live with that, as long as I can get her groomer to move her next grooming date up from two weeks hence to TOMORROW!!!!!
And I'm thinking of taking up Theo's habit of sipping white wine while eating miniature marshmallows. Should I succumb to that calorie-laden, stress-relieving vice, I'll need some really good dieting tips as 24 hours from now I'll be a good 5 pounds heavier than I am now, and I'm already a good 5 pounds overweight!!!