Thursday, September 30, 2004

We Have the Whitest Noses Around.

I can't believe the flurry of comments my previous post received. What a riot.

A Bonding Experience.

Last night Eric and I did something all couples should do. I ransacked the bathroom cabinet and found my Biore Nose Strips. Together we wet our noses and applied said strips. How funny is was to look at him as we were watching TV. He was sitting there just as serious as can be with the white strip hardening on his nose.

I can honestly say that I never thought I'd ever be doing that with a man. He's such a good sport.

Wednesday, September 29, 2004

Just Because.

Really this is more for me than for anyone's reading pleasure. Found a link for this on HUH. Figured why not? The things I've done are in bold.

01. Bought everyone in the pub a drink
02. Swam with wild dolphins
03. Climbed a mountain Does climbing down a mountain count?
04. Taken a Ferrari for a test drive
05. Been inside the Great Pyramid
06. Held a tarantula.
07. Taken a candlelit bath with someone
08. Said "I love you" and meant it
09. Hugged a tree
10. Done a striptease
11. Bungee jumped Well not exactly but I did the Super Sky Flyer
12. Visited Paris
13. Watched a lightning storm at sea
14. Stayed up all night long, and watch the sun rise
15. Seen the Northern Lights
16. Gone to a huge sports game How huge? NHL count?
17. Walked the stairs to the top of the Leaning Tower of Pisa
18. Grown and eaten your own vegetables
19. Touched an iceberg
20. Slept under the stars

21. Changed a baby's diaper
22. Taken a trip in a hot air balloon
23. Watched a meteor shower
24. Gotten drunk on champagne
25. Given more than you can afford to charity
26. Looked up at the night sky through a telescope
27. Had an uncontrollable giggling fit at the worst possible moment
28. Had a food fight
29. Bet on a winning horse
30. Taken a sick day when you're not ill
31. Asked out a stranger
32. Had a snowball fight
33. Photocopied your bottom on the office photocopier
34. Screamed as loudly as you possibly can
35. Held a lamb
36. Enacted a favorite fantasy
37. Taken a midnight skinny dip
38. Taken an ice cold bath
39. Had a meaningful conversation with a beggar
40. Seen a total eclipse

41. Rode on a roller coaster
42. Hit a home run
43. Fit three weeks miraculously into three days
44. Danced like a fool and not cared who was looking
45. Adopted an accent for an entire day
46. Visited the birthplace of your ancestors
47. Actually felt happy about your life, even for just a moment
48. Had two hard drives for your computer
49. Visited all 50 states
50. Loved your job for all accounts
51. Taken care of someone who was shit faced
52. Had enough money to be truly satisfied Briefly.But it did happen.
53. Had amazing friends
54. Danced with a stranger in a foreign country
55. Watched wild whales
56. Stolen a sign
57. Backpacked in Europe
58. Taken a road-trip
59. Rock climbing
60. Lied to foreign government official in that country to avoid notice

61. Midnight walk on the beach
62. Sky diving
63. Visited Ireland
64. Been heartbroken longer then you were actually in love
65. In a restaurant, sat at a stranger's table and had a meal with them
66. Visited Japan
67. Benchpressed your own weight
68. Milked a cow
69. Alphabetized your records
70. Pretended to be a superhero
71. Sung karaoke
72. Lounged around in bed all day
73. Posed nude in front of strangers
74. Scuba diving Well okay. Maybe not but snorkelling is as close as I'll get.
75. Got it on to Let's Get It On by Marvin Gaye
76. Kissed in the rain
77. Played in the mud
78. Played in the rain
79. Gone to a drive-in theater
80. Done something you should regret, but don't regret it.

81. Visited the Great Wall of China
82. Discovered that someone who's not supposed to have known about your blog has discovered your blog
83. Dropped Windows in favor of something better
84. Started a business
85. Fallen in love and not had your heart broken
86. Toured ancient sites
87. Taken a martial arts class
88. Swordfought for the honor of a woman
89. Played D&D for more than 6 hours straight
90. Gotten married
91. Been in a movie
92. Crashed a party
93. Loved someone you shouldn't have
94. Kissed someone so passionately it made them dizzy
95. Gotten divorced
96. Had sex at the office
97. Gone without food for 5 days
98. Made cookies from scratch
99. Won first prize in a costume contest
100. Rode a gondola in Venice

101. Gotten a tattoo
102. Found that the texture of some materials can turn you on
103. Rafted the Snake River
104. Been on television news programs as an "expert"
105. Got flowers for no reason
106. Masturbated in a public place
107. Got so drunk you don't remember anything
108. Been addicted to some form of illegal drug
109. Performed on stage
110. Been to Las Vegas
111. Recorded music
112. Eaten shark
113. Had a one-night stand
114. Gone to Thailand
115. Seen Siouxsie live
116. Bought a house
117. Been in a combat zone
118. Buried one/both of your parents
119. Shaved or waxed your pubic hair off
120. Been on a cruise ship

121. Spoken more than one language fluently
122. Gotten into a fight while attempting to defend someone Not a fist fight tho
123. Bounced a check
124. Performed in Rocky Horror
125. Read - and understood - your credit report
126. Raised children
127. Recently bought and played with a favorite childhood toy
128. Followed your favorite band/singer on tour
129. Created and named your own constellation of stars
130. Taken an exotic bicycle tour in a foreign country
131. Found out something significant that your ancestors did
132. Called or written your Congress person
133. Picked up and moved to another city to just start over
134. more than once? - More than thrice?
135. Walked the Golden Gate Bridge
136. Sang loudly in the car, and didn't stop when you knew someone was looking
137. Had an abortion or your female partner did
138. Had plastic surgery
139. Survived an accident that you shouldn't have survived
140. Wrote articles for a large publication

141. Lost over 100 pounds
142. Held someone while they were having a flashback
143. Piloted an airplane
144. Petted a stingray
145. Broken someone's heart
146. Helped an animal give birth
147. Been fired or laid off from a job
148. Won money on a T.V. game show
149. Broken a bone
150. Killed a human being
151. Gone on an African photo safari
152. Rode on a motorcycle
153. Driven any land vehicle at a speed of greater than 100 mph
154. Had a body part of yours below the neck pierced
155. Fired a rifle, shotgun, or pistol
156. Eaten mushrooms that were gathered in the wild
157. Rode a horse
158. Had major surgery
159. Had sex on a moving train
160. Had a snake as a pet

161. Hiked to the bottom of the Grand Canyon
162. Slept through an entire flight: takeoff, flight, and landing
163. Slept for more than 30 hours over the course of 48 hours
164. Visited more foreign countries than U.S. states
165. Visited all 7 continents
166. Taken a canoe trip that lasted more than 2 days
167. Eaten kangaroo meat
168. Fallen in love at an ancient Mayan burial ground
169. Been a sperm or egg donor
170. Eaten sushi
171. Had your picture in the newspaper
172. Had 2 (or more) healthy romantic relationships for over a year in your lifetime
173. Changed someone's mind about something you care deeply about
174. Gotten someone fired for their actions
175. Gone back to school
176. Parasailed
177. Changed your name
178. Petted a cockroach
179. Eaten fried green tomatoes
180. Read The Iliad

181. Selected one important author who you missed in school, and read
182. Dined in a restaurant and stolen silverware, plates, cups because your apartment needed them
183. and gotten banned from the restaurant because you did it so many times, they figured out it was you
184. Taught yourself an art from scratch
185. Killed and prepared an animal for eating
186. Apologized to someone years after inflicting the hurt
187. Skipped all your school reunions
188. Communicated with someone without sharing a common spoken language
189. Been elected to public office
190. Written your own computer language
191. Thought to yourself that you're living your dream
192. Had to put someone you love into hospice care
193. Built your own PC from parts
194. Sold your own artwork to someone who didn't know you
195. Had a booth at a street fair
196: Dyed your hair
197: Been a DJ
198: Found out someone was going to dump you via LiveJournal
199: Written your own role playing game
200: Been arrested

Speak Up Already!

I need to learn how to ask for what I want or need.

Tuesday, September 28, 2004

Kinky?

Okay. Okay. I got 370 on the Hotlanta Kink Test. So I am a kinky player. Ha ha.

Take a Leap.

Over the last few days I've been trying something. It wasn't really even a conscious effort. It just kinda happened.

I've been trying to step out of my comfort zone so to speak. Taking steps that I might not have taken before. Going that extra mile when it wasn't necessary. When I wrote my last post about how we had just moved to this neighbourhood, I was reminded how one neighbour in particular went out of his way to welcome us and befriend us. While it was only a little gesture for him it meant a lot to us. He took that step, not knowing what we were like or how he would be received. It was appreciated.

I'm not given to taking those extra steps in meeting people. More than happy to be introduced by someone else but I'm not too comfortable "putting myself out there". But this weekend I did it. So glad that I did. Our new neighbour was sitting on her deck all by herself. I think she was kinda watching us. In my head, I hummed and hawed about going over there and introducing myself. Isn't that silly? It only cost me 5 minutes of my day to do it and I still had to talk myself into it. But I did it and I was well received. I have nothing in common with this woman. We're separated by age, language and culture among other things but I just hope that by going over there and taking the time to welcome her to our street that she felt a degree of the welcome that we felt when our neighbour welcomed us.

That was out of character for me. By saying that I don't mean to imply that I'm unfriendly or snobby. I just don't have a lot of confidence when in those types of situations. I'd rather take the easy route. Since the weekend I've taken 2 other "leaps". Mind you. Leaps for me are second nature for some. I suppose that my reluctance to put myself out there could be translated into some sort of fear of rejection. I wouldn't begin to know how to analyze that but I guess it's possible.

I pledge to take these leaps more often. Wish me luck.


The Ghost They See

Thanks Kat for writing such terrific stuff.


The Ghost They See

A ghost exists outside these walls.
Brash.
Brazen.
Bitchy.

The ghost reflects but does not mirror.
A fractured image.
A light that flows through shattered glass.
Showing only that which is unbreakable.

Mind, heart, and soul remain hidden.
Nothing will hurt that can't reach past the smoky window.

The rebuilt glass.
Slivers torched together.
Scalding flames melted the weakened cracks.
Forming hardened webs of stone.

Strangers settle for the ghost.
Never to look past the reflection.
None glimpse the pure light
That spills under soul's door.

The wall will not shatter
For a passerby.
Nor any that just dare to brush the glass.

It will take heat and strength
Bravery and challenge.

Lost until found.
Alone until home again.

-K.

Monday, September 27, 2004

I Want You All To Know...

If it wasn't for the comments I wouldn't love blogging half so much. I so appreciate the feedback and comments. I am lucky to be part of such a unique and diverse mini blog community. Thanks.

Sunday, September 26, 2004

Finally.

Whew. Feeling much better.

What a great day today. Slept in (love sleeping in), had friends in for "tea" this afternoon, got invited to a party next weekend, made dinner plans with a neighbour for tomorrow and headed out to a friend's place for dinner and a nice evening.

As I said. Much better.

I've just finished catching up on everyone's blogs. I have about 12 that I check every day, sometimes twice a day. I have another couple that I check in with every few days. I love reading these blogs no matter how short or long and no matter what they talk about. I feel such a sense of ...... kinship?..... community? I don't know what word I'm looking for. Maybe I should make up a new word. Blogship? Mh. I'll have to think on that one some more. (This reminds me that I should update my "Blogs I Enjoy" list.)

I'm happy about this party next weekend. We moved into this neighbourhood in the winter and it's been a little slow getting to know people. We live on the corner so I feel like we're not in the thick of the social network. But as we were out in the yard today one gem of a neighbour hollered across the street. "Hey Shauna! Whatcha doing next weekend? Party at Tracey's!"

Yahoo! I'm looking so forward to it. We have quite a few people our age or close on the street. I've really looked forward to being part of a neighbourhood again after so many years of cold, unfriendly apartment dwelling. It's taken me 6 years of living in this city to accept the fact that I'm very likely staying here. I've finally got a few close friends and now that we have a house I'm hoping to settle into the community a bit more.

For the first time in years I feel like I can peer into the misty future and I am liking those glimpses that I'm catching. I'm on solid ground for the first time in more than 10 years. I may not have a lot of money and I may always feel tired. I'm not a good cook and my house is not as clean as it should be. I have a never-ending pile of laundry and a half empty fridge.

But I've never been happier in my life. This is where I'm supposed to be.

Finally.


Friday, September 24, 2004

Silence!

I can't believe that I haven't written all week. You know, it's just one of those weeks. I've been down in the dumps for days and I can't seem to shake it.

Well Friday is now here (thank god) and maybe the weekend will turn my mood around. I woke up with a terrible headache and stomach ache this morning. What a way to start of the day. Stomach is fine now but head is still a little fragile. (and no I wasn't into the red wine last night!)

The weather here in Ontario has been fantastic. A little Indian Summer never hurt anyone! I'm hoping the weekend will be just as fine. My flowers are back in bloom all around my house. I should give my yard a little TLC this weekend. It's been sadly neglected lately.

Off to work now. Today is the day that I'm turning this mood around!!!

Tuesday, September 21, 2004

Mountain Dreams

Too tired to write today. Just one of those "blah" days. So how about a pic instead? I've only been to the mountains (Rockies) once but it was life altering. Can't wait to go back. The mountains got into my soul and now they are part of me. (This is not my pic. Just thought it was cool.)


Monday, September 20, 2004

While You're UP....

He's sitting on one couch. I'm on the other with my laptop.

"While you're up," I say, "Can you get me a ginger ale?"

Laughter as he gets up and gets me a pop.

"I love you." He smiles as he says it.

I love him too. Procrastinator or not.


Why is it Nagging?

Disclaimer:

Attn: Bitchy Blog ahead.

I do not intend to offend anyone with this bitchy blog. This is a rant. Please note that when I refer to Men in general I am really referring to my husband. (ha ha ha)

Also let it be known that even though I am writing this I love him very much and wouldn't trade his procrastinating self for anything.

So. I've got some issues with the term nagging and why women are so often labelled as "Naggers". There was a radio commercial on recently that mentioned nagging and it was driving me crazy. They've now changed the wording of the commercial so I guess I'm not the only person that was annoyed. Every time I ask Eric to do something more than once it makes me feel like I'm nagging. There are certain people in my life (you know who you are!) that laugh at me when I "nag" him.

This whole concept really bothers me. Why should I be faulted for having to ask for something twice? It seems to me that instead of me being labelled as a nag for having to ask more than once, my darling husband should be labelled a lazy ass. (Even though I love his lazy ass.)

It has been suggested to me that men and women have different ideas of the timeline of when things should be done. When women ask for something to be done, we mean right now or in the next 5 minutes. When men are asked to do something, to them, it means that it needs to be done sometime in the next few weeks. So why are women faulted for this apparent breakdown in communication?

Here's an example of nagging vs. procrastination:

There was a certain important task that Eric had to complete for our wedding. Now, let me just say that aside from getting his tux (I went with him anyway) this was pretty much the only task on Eric's "To Do" list. We discussed it months before the big day and I made it clear that I didn't want to have to stress over it. I needed for him to do it and do it with plenty of time to spare.

His response to me:
"This is important to me too, Sha. What? Do you think that
I'm not going to do it until the week before or something?
I can't believe that you don't have more faith in me than that."
I was sufficiently chastised. Felt badly even. But what do you think happened? When it became apparent that he might need a little encouragement, I reminded him every week that this task was important and needed to be done. Hence, I became the Nag. Lovely. Now, not only was I upset that he was getting nowhere on his one task but now I was also becoming something that Idetested.

In fact, Eric couldn't focus on this task until I sat my self down beside his sorry self one evening and spent a couple hours getting him started. (Men! How can anyone wonder why women have too much on their plates? It's because we're doing our jobs and everyone else's too.) Anyway, my point is that even though Eric had 4 months to complete his one wedding task he still only finished it the week before the wedding.

And I'm the Nag.

Sunday, September 19, 2004

Bring on the Fashion Police

It's freakin' cold here. They say that it's going down to 3*C tonight.

We went to a friend's place for the evening. There I was sitting on the porch getting a "breath of fresh air" looking as silly as can be. In my search for warmth I had on a light sweater underneath a long, open-front, belted sweater. Over that, I wore a (borrowed) multi-coloured, bulky, zip up sweater under which my long sweater stuck out in the most flattering way. Then to top off the lovely ensemble I had on a pair of borrowed sports socks with mule-style sandals.

SWEET!

I am such a fashion plate.

Friday, September 17, 2004

Frozen Moments of Disappointment

My family has suffered a little disappointment today. The world will keep spinning and the sun will rise tomorrow and all that jazz but it's a disappointment all the same. We're all a little blue this evening. Dealing with the letdown has got me to thinking.

It's funny. No matter what you tell yourself when letdown is a distinct possibility, it's never without a sense of loss. I can say "I'm not going to get my hopes up...." until I'm blue in the face but let's face it: Once you start denying that your hopes are up, they're probably up whether you know it or not.

Disappointment is one emotion that I really have a hard time masking. I can put on a brave face over hurt. I can be calm or happy until it's safe to be angry or sad. I can seem strong when I'm feeling only weak. But disappointment? I wear it like a sign.

Along the same lines, I think that disappointment is also easy to sense in others. For some reason disappointment really hits home for me. As I sit here reflecting over past experiences, I can single out moments frozen in time where I knew without a shadow of a doubt that I had caused disappointment in someone I cared for. Sometimes events were beyond my control. Other times it was just absolute inconsiderate behavior on my part. It marks me. I have spent years making up for a single act of disappointment that I caused in someone. That person probably never thinks on the situation, but I do. In the grand scheme of things it was a small thing but I will never forget the downcast eyes and utter stillness that came over that person in that frozen moment. Years later I remember bursting into tears on the street of a faraway city because it was possible that I might cause that disappointment again. It was a completely irrational fear and my friends, although very supportive, probably thought I had gone off my rocker.

And when I'm disappointed? Whether intentional or not, preventable or not, I cannot get the disappointment out of my voice. It's the voice that gives me away.

So tonight my voice is a little subdued. Although the disappointment is mine in a indirect way, I can still feel it keenly for myself and for those more involved.


Firestarter

Another cool pic.....


Thursday, September 16, 2004

Survivor

Oh god. It has begun. Survivor has started. I admit to being (with only a little shame) a huge Survivor fan.

The first Survivor caught me up completely by accident. I remember typing away on my computer on that summer evening. I turned the TV on to have some background noise. Survivor was the only thing on (as I didn't have cable) and I found myself leaning back from the computer and craning my neck to watch a show that I had scoffed at previously. Ever since then I've been completely hooked.

Let me say that I am not a fan of reality shows. I absolutely refuse to watch any reality show that has anything to do with love, sex or match ups. The only shows that I will watch are Survivor and The Apprentice. Love those shows. Love them. Other than those 2 reality shows I watch mostly fictional shows. After all isn't watching TV all about escaping reality anyway? At least that's what I find it good for .

Anyway. I guess that this post is my roundabout way to admit to being a Fall/Winter TV junkie.

I need a fix!

Tuesday, September 14, 2004

Woo Hoo!!!

Way to go Team Canada!!!!!



(sorry Dragonfly.)

The Cyclone

Now that I know how to post pictures, I think that I will start posting some that I think are cool. A while ago someone sent me a whole bunch of pictures that have won awards. (Or something like that.)







Go Canada Go!!!!

End of the first period. Score: Tied at 1.

Come on boys! Show us what you're made of!

Monday, September 13, 2004

A Few Observations

As of yesterday Eric and I have been married 3 months. Not a lot of time by most people's standards but still awesome to me. I didn't think that I'd ever get married and here I am 3 month's in. Sometimes I still find it hard to believe. I found someone that not only puts up with my shit but loves me. Really loves me. Miracles do happen!


Our Big Day: June 12, 2004

We lived together for a while before we tied the knot but we haven't even been together for 2 years. It didn't take us long to know that it was right and good and that this was IT. Since June 12 a lot of people have asked me: How's Married Life? I usually reply that it's all good and not much has changed since we were shacking up before hand. But I guess that's not really true. I think that there have been a lot of minute changes that I just never noticed happening and honestly I have a hard time putting my finger on exactly what the changes are. It just feels different somehow. Our relationship continues to grow and change everyday.

Guess what other question I've been getting a lot? Probably no mystery here.

"So when are you having kids?"
"Are you pregnant yet?"

What makes it alright to ask me that? Is it okay for mere acquaintenances to be so nosy? They may as well be asking me if we're having sex on a regular basis. Or "Hey how's your fertility?" Okay. I'm exaggerating a little bit. Most of the time it really doesn't bother me but it really does make me wonder what the limits are. I just think that it's interesting that it's okay to blatently ask me if I'm pregnant yet. Geez. What if I was trying and was having trouble conceiving? What if I had a miscarriage? Questions like these would be hurtful.

The other interesting thing is that it's not close friends or family that pry like that. I wouldn't mind if my best friend asked me. Coworkers and mere acquaintences are the worst culprits.

People really need to give it some more thought before blurting out questions like that. Don't they think that I'm fully aware that I'm not getting any younger? Biological clocks and all that are not something that strangers need to point out.

Maybe I'll think up some saucy retort for the next time someone asks me if I'm knocked up yet.

"Oh. My. God. I'm not! I knew that I had forgotten something. Do you think that the earth will keep spinning? Maybe you could mention this to my husband too. I mean, after all, we HAVE been married 3 whole months now. What have we been doing with our time? Thank you. Thank you so much for reminding me to do my duty. What would I ever do without your advice?"

Sound jaded?



Friday, September 10, 2004

Space Invaders

Having spread my wings (so to speak) lately with blogger I've noticed a trend. Some blogs are being invaded! It seems that most of us write a blog not just to share with others but because we can say a lot here that we can't (or don't want to) say anywhere else. What happens when this (which may be our only personal space) is invaded?

Just recently I've suspected that someone I don't want to read my blog has now read it. I know that if they did find it, it was purely by accident but I'm still so bothered by it. This is mine. I'm much more comfortable with fellow bloggers reading my writing than people that I actually know. There are a precious few (a few family and maybe 1 or 2 friends) that I've shared my blog with. Even then it made me slightly uncomfortable and these are people that I trust implicitly.

To have a family member or a boss or a coworker or a child discover your personal blog is enough to make you stop blogging. I'm not stopping but the thought crossed my mind.

If you had a feeling that a family member or friend or a roomate was keeping a blog would you go looking for it? And if you found it, would you read it even though you hadn't been invited to? I guess that most of us would be greatly tempted but who knows what we'd actually end up doing. My husband asked me recently why I post on the internet if I am concerned about people that I know reading it. Good point. But still, there's something wonderful about being totally open and honest and you and being completely accepted by those who read. Won't those we know in person be more liable to censure us or make fun of us or hold it against us?

I think that I've stopped making sense and this blog has ended up far from where I intended it to go. Time to stop babbling.

Wednesday, September 08, 2004

Blogger Woes

I guess I'm not the only one that was driven mad by Blogger today.

Tuesday, September 07, 2004

The Last of the Great Long Weekends

It's over. Our last long weekend of summer. Ain't it a shame? Next long weekend: Thanksgiving.

At least I enjoyed my last hurrah. How about you? Eric and I were kept busy. My parents came on Thursday. As a surprise my sister joined us for Thursday night. It was great to see her and, as Thursday was not only her birthday but also my Dad's, it was great to have the whole family together.

My sister left on Friday and that evening Eric and my Dad went to a CFL game. I was only too glad to give up my ticket to my Dad. I don't enjoy football and certainly don't understand the crazy game. Mom and I went over to my friend's place after going out for dinner and had a really nice evening. While on Saturday we were a bunch of bumps on logs and didn't accomplish anything, Sunday was spent driving around the region looking at properties. (Of course it wouldn't have been much of a day trip if we hadn't stopped into the chocolate factory. Mh mh good.) After all the driving and visiting and eating, yesterday was an "everything day". Eric finished up his work in the garage and I went with my folks to look at one more property.

Then, mortifying as it was, I prepared for the coming work week. Laundry, lunches, tidying up. Blah. What's worse than the first day back to work after a long weekend?

At least tomorrow is Wednesday. Hump day ... horray!





Monday, September 06, 2004

The Dirty Thirties Ain't So Bad

I feared the big 3-0. I was absolutely terrified. I'm almost 2 years into my 30's now and so far it's been the best 2 years of my life. Who knew? So I was reading a blog (Blowing Away My Haze) the other day and came across this. I thought I would post it on my site too.

Ths is a piece written by Andy Rooney - CBS 60 Minutes.

"As I grow in age, I value women who are over 30 most of all. Here are just a few reasons why:

A woman over 30 will never wake you in the middle of the night to ask, "What are you thinking?" She doesn't care what you think.

If a woman over 30 doesn't want to watch the game, she doesn't sit around whining about it. She does something she wants to do. And, it's usually something more interesting.

A woman over 30 knows herself well enough to be assured in who she is, what she is, what she wants and from whom.

Few women past the age of 30 give a damn what you might think about her or what she's doing.

Women over 30 are dignified. They seldom have a screaming match with you at the opera or in the middle of an expensive restaurant. Of course, if you deserve it, they won't hesitate to shoot you, if they think they can get away with it.

Older women are generous with praise, often undeserved. They know what it's like to be unappreciated.

A woman over 30 has the self-assurance to introduce you to her women friends. A younger woman with a man will often ignore even her best friend because she doesn't trust the guy with other women. A woman over 30 couldn't care less if you're attracted to her friends because she knows her friends won't betray her.

Women get psychic as they age. You never have to confess your sins to a woman over 30. They always know.

A woman over 30 looks good wearing bright red lipstick. This is not true of younger women or drag queens.

Once you get past a wrinkle or two, a woman over 30 is far sexier than her younger counterpart.

Older women are forthright and honest. They'll tell you right off if you are a jerk or if you are acting like one! You don't ever have to wonder where you stand with her.

Yes, we praise women over 30 for a multitude of reasons. Unfortunately it's not reciprocal. For every stunning, smart, well-coiffed hot woman of 30+, there is a bald, paunchy relic in yellow pants making a fool of himself with some 22-year-old waitress."

Playing With Pictures


I just learned how to post pictures. How fun is this?

Friday, September 03, 2004

Easily Excitable

Recently I've come across some very decent blogs. This really excites me. I've got a bookmark folder devoted to blogs of interest and it's getting fuller and fuller. There has been one or two that I've actually lost interest in and deleted out but I've found a few that I check like an addiction now. Perhaps I will add these to my recommended blog list.

Maybe this excites me because I'm still fairly new to blogging. This whole idea of connecting with far away people is so wonderful. Blogging was a little bit of an adventure for me. I have never visited chatrooms or anything like that. I am not really a web surfer unless there's something specific that I'm looking for. I'm so glad that I took that leap. I've always felt the need to write but haven't trusted myself to keep a personal journal. What else can I write? A short story? A book? No. While I love to write, I have no talent so any book I write would be very boring and a grammatical nightmare.

I hope nobody minds if I "borrow" ideas from their blogs. I've come across interesting entries on other blogs and I feel moved to write on the same subject or use their idea and branch off on my own. For instance I read one blog recently about songs that this blogger related to people or events. What a neat concept. Some day you may see my own playlist.

Bloggin' on.......