OK, I'll admit it, I was browsing yahoo personals for "A woman seeking man, age 35-45, caucasian, within 50 miles of______________" I wasn't going to try the online dating route. I still may not do it, but a funny thing struck me as I was perusing my 32 matches.......... This is shopping for a man! You get to check them out, if looks are what attracts you first, read what they lied about themselves and pretty much pre judge them before you contact them. Not a bad deal when you think about it. He
Well I have started in on my new book about my newest interest, David Henry Thoreau. I have had an interest in the romantic period and I am just now getting around to reading some of their work.
My plan was to read Thoreau first and then buy this book I saw by Ralph Waldo Emmerson. But after learning how the big larger then life Emmerson who was all about free thinking and abolishing social restrictions and conditioning and wanted to start a Utopian community based upon each i
My thoughts this morning are on measuring sticks......Meaning how we each percieve our strokes and how we as indivuals measure how bad we were hit. Who's to say that the survivor that had a mild stroke, bounced right back and bopped back to work within weeks or less as some continue on with their pre stroke life as if the stroke never happened. They are still stroke survivors and I am not denying that fact with what I'm trying to say. Those are the ones that are lucky. Luckier then the rest of
Well Gary, the little snake never made it up your way. He was back this morning, called my dad, he arrived with the shovel and he took care of my nasty little buddy. My dad couldn't believe how nasty and aggressive he was and he said it was a garden snake, but he has to be a hybrid. So ends the tale of my snake buddy. We gave him a nice burial in the part of the garden he liked to hang out in. I hope there isn't a Mrs. or a grieving girlfriend......
As for yahoo personals, Jean, I've stopp
I don't know if it is just me, but this site doesn't have many secrets that can be kept quiet or someone not figuring it out.... Like come on, I'm not completely stupid and a name change does not change a personality or how they write. Duh! How clever does one think they are?
The meladrama that happens around here, could win an oscar sometimes. Some are just so phony with claims of friendship, undying admiration and supportive ego stroking. Give me a friggin break, get a life and if you have
OK, after reading Asha's blog and Amy's reply, I think I will write about the ME of today. I wouldn't want the old me back, the pre stroke me. I like the present day model well enough. 2005 model is happy, content, fufilled and at peace and living life as much as I can on my terms. In doing that I have become truer to myself and I am finding that because of that I have less internal struggling going on, I am less stressed, more relaxed and what I do, I enjoy. It seems that life has meaning, and
Lately, I have been thinking how my age isn't so bad. But I have come far since the time shortly before I turned 40. Then 40 loomed large and ugly and unwanted. For as long as I could remember 40 was it, the end of the line, over the hill, ancient and one foot in the grave. Well I've changed my viewpoint. 41 is neither too old nor too young, I am in between and loving it. I know who Humphrey Bogart is and I'm not to old not to enjoy some songs that are heavy metal or rap or know that I like the
Well I wrote a blog yesterday, but the site was having glitches, so it got lost. But I hosted a dinner party last night. I was excited as it was my first entertaining attempt in my new place, first attempt, pulling it off doing it all myself. I have to pat myself on the back, I chose well for guests. Two old friends who live alone.
Well they got here early which was great cause I was bored and had everything ready early. So they jumped right in and in no time, dinner was cooked and served
Yesterday I was talking with Charles/cbramsey. He had had a physch test done and one of the questions was what does a statue and poem have in common? Now, this has driven me nuts for close to 24 hours now. Does anyone else have the answer? Sandy? Do you know? One other one I knew the answer to was
Monarchy
Republic
I thought that was easy---England.
I guess I don't get the purpose of these type of tests. Unless they are designed with the sole purpose to make one lay awake at night tryin
OK, My metamorphus has happened. I now hate christmas, want it to just slide by like aging. Wake me up when it is over.
Now I once used to be a lover of all christmas, we used to take two entire weeks to decorate the house, put up two trees and I used to make 400 batches of cookies to give away each year. What was I nuts?????? I'll be lucky if I manage one batch of toll house chocolate chip and I'll cheat and buy the refridgerated dough to make them too. I can't be bothered with all the fuss.
Sometimes there aren't enough rocks to pacify me. But this isn't about me. In fact there is one person who should take what I say to heart.
Have you ever asked yourself why no one has seen fit to stay and act like the faithful loyal dog at the masters side?
Have you had a taste of the sharp side of the tongue? Wait it will turn on you.
Have all the dirty little embarrassing secrets been confided yet?
Do you feel good in helping a mentally unstable person in their quest that has become
I woke up this morning, the sun is shining and my headache is gone. I also made a decision that I will take the apartment in the victorian too. I have this endless mental list going on, because of setting up a new household, there are so many things I need to buy. I'm getting itchy to get going, because shopping and packing will not be an option for me in the same week. I have to plan around the energy level. One good thing is I don't have to paint the new place. It is all freshly painted a sof
Anybody ever read those Hunter Thompson books about his "trips" while experiencing the effects of psychodelic drugs? One title I remember was "On the trail to Las Vegas" (I think) anyway, after our recent trip south, it has occured to me that who needs psychodelic drugs to experience or see life differently when one has brain damage?
These two strokies made a few mistakes(who was supposed to be paying attention??) but it gave us a real good laugh afterwards. The town we stayed in was a tour
Well I finally feel like I can write about this and not cry my eyes out or feel so raw about it. It would seem the spouse has slept with the bimbo from next door. I wasn't even out of the house 24 hours before it happened. Yeah, I know he's a *beep* and a few other choice words the filters will not let me use. What adds the insult to injury, is that I detest that woman, have from day one. I suspected something was brewing the last few weeks before I moved out. Of course my 13 year old son was sp
Isn't it amazing what the wonders of a good solid nights sleep do for one? The best thing about a bad day or week in my case, is that there is always another day to give it another shot. The brand new day holds out all the possabilities of what is to come or what CAN happen. The Doom and gloom evaporates at some point during the night.
My problem is I get mired in the muck of what isn't right in my life, what I need to change, ect... I take myself too seriously. I think too much. So today I w
Am I the only one that thinks pumping contaminated water back into the ocean is a insane thing to do? The only one who thinks that rebuilding New Orleans at todays prices is a wicked shameful thing to do, so another storm can come in another season and flood it again.
I saw some news footage this morning, a older woman is standing talking to the news caster very proudly saying she isn't leaving, this is her home, while one can see in the background her house. Or rather what once was her house,
I am over the top, I did something today with my left hand and I actually did it and had success! To give some background- I had to go have bloodwork done this morning, so I have the folded up gauze and white tape on my arm. The tape started to come loose on one end and kept catching the hairs on my arm. OWWWW! So I was talking on the phone.......and I jerkily raised my left hand up and pinched the tape between my forefinger and thumb and ripped the tape off, all by using my left hand, not my a
In the past day or two, there have been some interesting questions posed. I for one never thought I'd keep my blog going beyond the first month or two. But I'm glad I have and I enjoy reading the others blogs. When I do things or something happens, I find myself telling myself that is a good blog entry, I'll have to blog that. And I do. Blogging is also a good place not to have to be politically correct or always proper. We can be ourselves in our blogs. Get to know the person beyond the survivo
It isn't quite 8 a.m. and I haven't finished my first cup of coffee and I'm out of sugar and had to use Splenda. Ah well such is life some mornings..... I was wandering in the older entries of blogs and read one by Givincare about reaching goals. It distinctly reminded me of a time on my journey to acceptance where the question begged to be answered. "When does having huge amounts of hope, turn out to really be denial in disguise"? As many know, hope can be a persuasive thing, it seduces one in
Interesting choice of topics lately, no? I had an experience this morning that I just thought was good solid blog material. Directly out my door, there is a cement sidewalk that wanders eventually to the parking area. The width of the sidewalk is about 2 feet, give or take. Next to the sidewalk is a garden that is full of foundation plantings. The foundationof the house is dry laid rocks, it is an old victorian. So it makes sense that the foundation houses snakes. Snakes in genral don't bother
WARNING! I am in a bad mood and I'm sure what I'm about to write will offend someone who is feeling wimpy today. But I was just reading the board and rather then post my feelings on a thread and hurt someones feelings, I thought this is a much better place to vent.
Why is it that some people have to be so meladramatic over stroke???? What, like having a stroke was no big deal in the first place? Or better yet, I love those that are of the mind that their situation is so much worse off then eve
Has anyone else noticed the same thing as I have this morning? How do you see the passage of time? In minute units or in hours or you haven't got a clue?
As a kid I told time by the old fashioned type clock. We didn't have the time on microwaves, the computer or digital clocks. I didn't think of time in minute units, I thought of time in five minute units, 15 minutes, 30 minutes, ect.....
Ha!
Yeah I needed something to blog about today, can you tell? I was at the end of page two, teet
I woke up at 4 a.m. this morning, courtesy of Petey the Pom. As soon as I woke up, the mind kicked into overdrive. The thoughts weren't good, positive, peaceful ones, nah, just the opposite.
Yesterday, was a good peaceful happy day. So my question I am trying to solve is this. Is happiness only a state of mind? Is happiness so fragile, that it books off at the first sign of a negative thought? Is it so tentative, that it is a constant focus to keep it in place? I don't seem to ever remember
