You are not FAT, you are not OLD, you are not SHORT, or too TALL, HEY, YOU ARE NOT ugly, YOU JUST NEED TO CHANGE COUNTRIES.
Let me explain myself here. As you know I am an old lady, just celebrated my 57 th. Out at sea sailing the Caribbean ( juicy stories coming soon ).......... Right now I am in Grenada, Today I went out, dressed up in a slinky sleeveless, v neckline with a bit of a hint of cleavage, I wasn't going to church so it did not matter. I had 7 guys say , " Oh lady you are looking very nice today "....say that in a west Indian accent to get the proper effect here please........ I had an invitation to lunch from a taxi driver, a proposal of marriage from another, and even a market lady told me how beautiful I was and would I like to buy a nice Rasta cap with fake dreads to wear when i'm gardening.
Its all geography.
When I was in Vietnam , trying to buy clothes ( yeh had to give up on that excersise ) they kindly called me buffalo size. ( wrong country for me definitely )....Its all geography.
In Samoa I am almost flat chested and anorexic beside some of those wonderfully luscious big mammas. In Surinam ( dutch guyana) I am ugly because I am toooooooo white skinned.
In Iran I was very tall and thin ( it was a while ago ) But I am still the same height. 5 ft 5 in. I am not tall , but beside those compact people I felt wonderfully tall.......its all geography.
I feel beautiful and my butt is not too big in the counties of our dark skinned brothers of our shared planet home ,where I am unusual......... In Sweden, tourists run up to ask me directions., I look like a native there...no one local notices me , I am plain and very average, Not much joy for my narcissism in Sweden or Denmark. Russians, men and women run up to me in the street, burbling in some Russian language I don't understand, especially in the gulf where they come to shop..... Turkey, I do well in Turkey, because they think I am Natasha from Kiev. I am very beautiful all over Turkey, I even practice my Russian a bit with the cheeky guys, 'Da and Niet " .yes, its limiting conversation, but hey, I get by. When I am in the gulf and sometimes in Italy ( just for a laugh ) , I pop on my NO I AM NOT RUSSIAN BADGE, stops chunky neanderthal russian men chasing me down the street and puzzled lady spree shoppers from Ekaterinaberg pestering me to fill out their duty free forms for them at the airport. its all geography......sorry got a bit side tracked there.
So heres my theory, If you want to look thin.....go live in the Cook Islands. If you wanna look and feel beautiful, and be treated like a lady COME TO GRENADA........ If you want to feel Tall , live in Iran.....If you are really lanky and tall, go to Holland, you will fit in there, tallest people in the world in Holland. If you are skinny, go to Vietnam. No one weighs over 38 kilos, men and women, All the clothes are size zero, If you want to look beautiful , you will be beautiful where ever you are, as long as you have a contented look, a happy smile, and have happiness in your heart , this always shines through. The most ugly people can be gorgeous and beautiful when they laugh and are happy with confidence. The most flawless beauties can look ugly if they are snarly and discontent with life............So it is up to you ......Its all geography........and dats wot I reckon man. Saskia in Grenada, off to barbados tomorrow.
Stories of voyages to come later....... if anyone is interested...from Saskia your friend
So Mr gorgeous sends you a message, you check the profile, no photo, no descriptions, nothing filled in in the what im looking for section.... This one is a no brainer, hes married, or hes a spy working for the C I A and has to be cautious. Then theres the guy who sends a message has photo is single, is looking for friends only and lives with a roommate.....or with mum and dad, also a no brainer, hes married. Then you get the messager, hes single, he is separated, this happens a lot with guys working overseas , especially in my neck of the woods, Bahrain/Saudi where there are lots of single men expats working, with wifey at home taking care of the kids..... so not so easy to tell . until you suggest you'd like to return to their home country with them for their once a month week off....thats when you really find out for sure, then they don't answer you and get all nervous when you ask, or make an excuse. Then you get the guy who says hes separated and hes living alone , but he cannot give you his phone number at home , he doesn't have one ( yeah right) and he's very keen to know early on if you have your own apartment and live alone.
Then you get the guy who is quite easily convincing because he is so far away, hes the lonely guy, who says hes single but he thinks there is no way you can ever find out, he comes on cam quite freely , but only during the day from his office. When you try him at home , he's never online. Occasionally he needs to seem convincing so he comes online at home ,then suddenly disappears ..oh yes I believe he was disconnected. He also cannot ever talk on the phone at certain " home " times.
I like the idea of getting his mobile number and calling him at 2 am and if he answers tell him you'd like to talk . If he answers he might be single.
If a woman answers........hes married.
I am beginning to miss the bible and koran quoters...... where have they all gone ?
The die hard christian and muslim agitators..come back we miss youuuuuuuuuuuu
GO THE ALL BLACKS..........GOD BLESS YOU ALL BOYS GREAT GAME. FRANCE YOU PLAYED A GREAT GAME TOO CONGRATULATIONS ON A FANTASTIC EFFORT.
Much livestock travels to the middle east alive on ships from New Zealand, Australia and Brazil. The People respecting the laws of islam in having Halal meat want it this way. With no consideration for the welfare of the animals concerned. People this is not a message intended as hatred toward Muslims as I will surely once again be accused of by a select few who know who they are , but you can see for yourself if you google, how these animals suffer and how these animals live in crowded and poor conditions on board the transport ships for 5 weeks as they travel to the gulf. I did not take so much notice of the anti live sheep transport propaganda , thinking oh there is always some tree hugging , vegetarian ,hemp wearing , dope smokin, breast feeding kids till they are 7 , greenie wanting to stick up for animals rights with out thinking of us carnivores like a bit of a lamb chop sometimes........But then one day ( i live in Bahrain) I drove up beside a truck full of either australian or NZ sheep just come off a ship going to the abbatoirs ( very different to sheep from the middle east thats how i could tell ) also the shabby and sick state they were in, with wool shed from their backs which comes from being in a distressed state, made me vow never to buy and support this inductry here. I only buy local meat, Now Halal is fine i have no trouble with that , but transporting these poor beasts just so people can have good meat for the sake of halal to me is the lowest form of cruelty that can be inflicted on an animal how they can accept these poor beasts as they are and then say Bismillah over then in the way they do and that makes it all right and ok , I do not know.
Explain it to me someone, if this can be right in gods eyes, all that cruelty for the sake of halal meat.
We have a boycott here on buying meat from our own countries even though we want it so much , simply for these reasons.
Are there any Arabs out there who care also ?
The men I am interested in will never be interested in me , because of the way i am..........and the women you are interested in are not interested in you because of the way you are......THATS THE PROBLEM
I don't remember who made this profound statement, but i just remembered it.
I see nice men all the time, in the supermarket, on the street, at another table in a restaurant, I just wish I had the courage to talk to them, I wish I knew what I could say I wish I could tell if he was available, and how to let him know that I am available.
There is a tradition in Tahiti where men and women wear a flower in the ear on a particular side to indicate whether they are available or not.. I am wondering if we could find a way to adapt this wonderful idea to our own way of dressing........
Imagine the time it could save , how many men do I look at in my own age bracket and wonder if they are married. Do men do the same with me? .We fear rejection sometimes so just rocking up to a guy and saying something like oh hi , I like the look of you how about a coffee sometime ? .well a woman just would be scared the guy might take it the wrong way and translate it into something different, so not an option really . Could we invent a badge we can wear of international standard so men can see we are single, we can see they are single ( of course there will be cheaters ) but could it work , what do you think people a badge that says I'M SINGLE AND LOOKING share your thoughts please.
WHEN I WAS A KID if I did not catch my own fish, grow my own vegetables,kill my own chickens sew my own clothes I'd have starved and been naked.
I come from an educated but poor Dutch migrant family, who had all the skills of survival with little money, they were determined to teach me well. This made me a self sufficient person and gave me the capability to be successful in my own life. I was ridiculed at school because of my weird name SASKIA , which is common in Holland, and wearing home made clothes didn't help either. Especially the ones my mother embellished made me look like one of the cast from the sound of music. I used to make my own clothes as well so I could change into them in the bus shelter, so the persecution was less.This did not kill me but made me tough I recognised the danger of prejudice from a very early age. Weekends had me in the garden learning the names of noxious weeds, compost heap construction and maintenance, rose bush and tree pruning, tree grafting, seedling raising, how to pluck a chicken in under 3 minutes, and recycling which my mother was a pioneer of in those days. I mixed the concrete for my dad as he constructed the retaining walls to my mothers dream garden. I was not a kid but an apprentice from age four . My escape was to dream, it was all I had my reality was so awful, in spite of my parents loving me so much. We had no tv or car, walking was how we got about which kept us fit. I had one pair of shoes at a time always good quality, A good school & education was an important priority to my parents. I was self employed at age 12 my artistic dad had taught me all kinds of handycrafts , so I went into business making pop art jewellery from papier mache, as well as doing dinner parties for people on weekends, the taste of money made me realise I was good in business and I dreamed of opening my own restaurant from age 9 which I did at age 26. I worked 16 hours a day 7 days a week,sometimes i was so tired I slept with my clothes on, I did not go to the hairdresser for 20 years, When I decided to go into the ""restaurant and guest house in the country business"" I bought 3 old large buildings and spent 2 years painting and renovating and landscaping them , I did most of the work myself , including tiling bathrooms, reflooring rooms, sewing all the curtains and soft furnishings for the rooms , building dry stone walls from rocks i gathered myself from the countryside.......having polish on my nails and wobbling around in high heels was very far from my mind in those days i can tell you. When I opened that business feeding and sleeping 60 guests I was running around like a blue arsed fly, cooking , making beds, cleaning , gardening on my days off , thats a joke! I had my first haircut and manicure in a salon after my husband died, I think I felt by this time my days of hard work and self sacrifice were over. I deserve it now, do I need it , no. But I like it. Why do some men think there is something wrong with that? What is high maintenance ? I maintain myself, do you think after all my hard work and entrepeneurship I am someone who expects you to peel my grapes for me? In my life I did not meet another woman that was out of the eastern block who worked as much as I have done, in fact when I tick up the hours I have worked enough for three normal life times,
I have become in my retirement, because I can afford it now a world traveller, a seeker of pleasure and relaxation,a frequenter of nail salons , massage salons hair salons, also a charity worker in Bangladesh where I go 3 times a year to teach and assist adults in productive business and self employment.
HIGH MAINTENANCE I AM NOT.....I am highly capable, thats the scary thing for a lot of men, because they seem to feel safer with a woman lesser than themselves, poorer, less accomplished, dependent. one they dont need to spend money on ???? Thats how I translate it when a guy says to me I look like high maintenence.
Thanks to all those who participate on my blogs with comments, I appreciate the feedback whether negative or supportive. I see many of you are professional hecklers, men numbering more than women in that field, very interesting for me to read your comments , I thankyou. I gain more power from the negative feedback than the positive , so I appreciate the hecklers.
I thank Jana who shows such remarkable character and insight and comments with such intelligence , she is a modern erudite woman with much about her to be admired, seeing the good side in everything I would always try hard to entertain her , if I ever went to Bulgaria I would want to take her for dinner I find her so fascinating. Virgo single, from my own country NZ , although it is many years since I lived there , who is always a gentleman, he even has the much admired gift of managing to make negative comments in a positive unhurtful way, a true gift. The humour of particolour, whos wonderful one liners always uplift. He knows there is no need to ever insult people. He knows he is loved, I apologise sincerely to those men who take everything I say literally and dont get what I am all about here. Those of you who become seemingly deeply offended or aggravated because I have the audacity to expect and want more than what I generally find out there in the cyber dating world. Jimnastics , who has a very broad spectrum of interests and seems to excel in all he does, this wonderfully knowledgeable man , who doesnt give a hoot if he upsets those of lesser intelligence , from which i sense there might be quite a few judging by the hecklers he gets, From people who should be greatful as I am to be always learning something new. This man spends his time to educate and enlighten us for only the personal reward that is of offering himself to the masses, I bow to you Jim with your knowledge, intelligence and great communicative style and unselfishness. The support from baltus, who is one man who I think gets what I am on about and why I am here. I just live for the day 10 k gets the joke........(.but I do fear he never will.).or if he does will never let me know, ???.......along with a few mates of his. I always look forward to his heckle, and feel a little upset when he does not bother, I actually start to worry about his wellbeing over there in Malta if hes " late".
Thankyou all simply for reading me., just that you read me is enough reward for me actually...........everyone of you, you know who you are.......THANKYOU
I was pouting my lips up in the mirror as usual, thinking oh i've put on a few pounds, but I;m still ok. THEN my girlfriend mailed me photos of us sailing last week, i was in a bikini, on the winch one leg up to get a good pull, and I looked like someone i'd be laughing at if I saw them in a bikini. Bessie Bunter, thats who I looked like. I AM GOING ON A DIET. I couldn't sleep, I was bawling like a fat person and I got to thinking about a few things.
Now I seem to be meeting lots of guys who really like me, but I end up not liking them. Well not liking them is a harsh way to say it perhaps, its rather that I find them not suitable for me. Mostly they are a bit too old, too fat. too poor, lacking vital things such as teeth or a leg, or they might be too impotent. I get a lot of that in the over 55s. I have to test them , because I don't want a life of misery, playing with myself.
I realise why I feel safe to meet these men, and why I always find them unsatisfactory. It is because I AM TOO FAT. ! I get approached by lots of hot guys, but I never meet them because I am afraid of rejection. I subconsciously feel fat, and now consciously so I cant have what i really want for myself. I am wasting my own time......It has to stop, thats my resolution. I am going to lose 10 kilos. I want to look hot the way I used to!
So I got my pills, the type that quells hunger. Trouble is with dieting you always feel hungry, untill your stomach shrinks back. So I take small meals 6 times a day. I dont do much cooking when I am on this diet, its called THE LAZY GRANDMA DIET.
Tomorrow i will have
breakfast, half a cup of meusli with skim milk
mid morn , an apple
lunch, packet liquid soup from the supermarket, followed by a sliced tomato.
mid afternoon, 2 slices rockmelon
Dinner, 2 boiled eggs in a chopped salad, corn , lettuce , chick peas,cucumber and chopped tomato.....use lemon and 2 teaspoons of olive oil.to dress it.
evening snack, zero cal jelly ( jello)
I will take a walk for one hour.
I welcome others to join me on this diet , and welcome tips as well,
My Lazy granny Diet is really good for pooping as well,
Catch you later.
I read a blog of a lady who had lost her job, her situation got me thinking , particularly what I might do if I was in her place. I thought I might tell of my experience it might help someone out there.. I am an advocate of self employment. It might be only for the brave, but I know it is easier than one may think. I was self employed by age 10, I came from an educated but poor family. We grew vegetables and fruit, raised chickens ( in our backyard) recycled clothing, and many other things. we worked to feed and clothe ourselves. We had no tv or car.We lived in a very clean house, had a very nice lush abundant garden, our recreation time was fishing, walking, mushrooming, at night we took turns at reading the bible( yes) as we turned donated clothing people dumped on our porch into baby clothes for an orphanage in south Korea. My father my mother and I. I learnt many crafts from my parents who taught me how to survive well ,with little money, their experience and gratitude came from the depression era, when there was starvation in europe. we could apply it to this to our more modern era perhaps. Saving money was my mothers forte, When you have nothing you are forced to, but it is not that difficult. We werent entertained by electronic means, we were entertained by creating clothes for those less fortunate than ourselves, always a humbling point. My dad made sauerkraut and yogurt,and had his chickens eggs, which every one wanted because of the deep orange yolks, he grew the cabbages of course, and would swap with someones beans or tomatoes up the street . We saved electricity,the oven was never on to bake just one item , it had to be full, we had virtually no waste. we walked an extra half kilometer every time we took the bus to save 3 cents ok lets do the math 3 x 3 =9x 2 =18 cents a day x 5 = not much at all , but we were fit and healthy. No diabetes or heart problems in my family! We mulched our gardens with our own compost from vegatable waste, we ate little meat, and our energy levels were high, they needed to be. When I left home to study at an early age, I saved money by finding a family i could do a swap of labour for a room and board. I cooked the families evening meal, did the laundry and darning, walked the dog, In my spare time I cooked Pavlovas and sold them to local cafes. I paid for my own college, by this means. When I was 10 my father had shown me how to make papier mache, I designed and made pop art bangles and even sold them on the bus. I became a dinner party cook at 12, doing cocktail and dinner parties for up to 40 people. networking was easy, I just had to do a good job. by this stage I was earning more than my parents, I had learnt sewing from an early age, mothers give your kids needles and thread instead of computer games , please let them learn the possibilities .., i designed a range of simple clothing and showed boutiques, i sold on consignment, at one stage i had to make over a thousand skirts, i could not keep up the demand . I bought my first new Vespa 150 cc at age 15.. and my first car at 17. I left school at 16 to go to catering college. I worked around the world then i opened my first restaurant at 26. What I have learnt from my life is you can employ yourself always, you just need to open your mind to it. look at Martha, but to be successful you need integrity and have the spirit of giving rather than taking, be open to advice and humble yourself with the criticism always and you will succeed. Relying on other people to provide employment is not always the safest bet especially in this economic climate. Learning to live simply and taking rewards from those simple things like volunteering and helping others ,enriching yourself by learning as much as you can will always open you up to new ideas, make it happen, if i can anyone can.....Yes its true, round the fire reading the bible......me as a kid, the geriatric dater. ...more later
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