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Is there something wrong with me?
So tonight is my special night. lol I get to indulge into the wonderful. Cookies! I just got back from the store. What in the world have I become? It took me about 5 minutes to decide what cookies I wanted. For a second, I thought I was a female shopping for shoes. 
Attention
I learned long ago some people are just smug self righteous a**hole...begging for attention...
Crying in public about how they are mistreated or giving others grief for their perceived crimes...
Time to quit whinging and get a hold of yourself...start by taking your meds...you will feel better...
Hey...Life is beautiful...
Happy Holidays everyone...
Crying in public about how they are mistreated or giving others grief for their perceived crimes...
Time to quit whinging and get a hold of yourself...start by taking your meds...you will feel better...
Hey...Life is beautiful...
Happy Holidays everyone...
I adopted a liberal
I have a pet liberal....
Yeah I have to confess. I found one I felt sorry for and kind of adopted it, probably because it wasn't very smart. I named it Soupy. It was a very short little liberal, homeless, no pedigree....a mutt. But like all well meaning new owners I tried to teach him new things, to behave, to listen and learn, and not to pee on his own feet. Now Soupy wasn't really as stupid as he was illiterate, but he wasn't really gifted either despite what he purported to be. He kind of over amped his background, but unfortunately when he opened his mouth he blew his cover. In short....he was just that....short.
Now we all sometimes bite off more then we can chew, and Soupy wasn't any different, he was dumb and naive, but determined to be finally accepted. But then he found his bone to chew on, and it was a BIG bone. He found a guy that suceeded where he had failed. He was a real estate tycoon, HUGE, a billionaire... and poor Soupy, he couldn't sell an igloo to an eskimo in the same town in his very short real estate career. Worse yet, this guy had women out the ying yang. Poor Soupy couldn't get laid in a female penitentiary with a fistful of pardons. And he was experienced with women....after all, he was on fifty dating sites and he had a profile that he made up that was really impressive. It just wasn't right, him being a liberal where he was owed a BIG government living.....He'd been a visiting Professor at Harvard, he had a PHD in biology, he was a professional softball player in a co-ed league, and he was a big entrepreneur....he made plastic jewelry that he sold at international kiosks and was a renowned photographer....of
to be continued...
Yeah I have to confess. I found one I felt sorry for and kind of adopted it, probably because it wasn't very smart. I named it Soupy. It was a very short little liberal, homeless, no pedigree....a mutt. But like all well meaning new owners I tried to teach him new things, to behave, to listen and learn, and not to pee on his own feet. Now Soupy wasn't really as stupid as he was illiterate, but he wasn't really gifted either despite what he purported to be. He kind of over amped his background, but unfortunately when he opened his mouth he blew his cover. In short....he was just that....short.
Now we all sometimes bite off more then we can chew, and Soupy wasn't any different, he was dumb and naive, but determined to be finally accepted. But then he found his bone to chew on, and it was a BIG bone. He found a guy that suceeded where he had failed. He was a real estate tycoon, HUGE, a billionaire... and poor Soupy, he couldn't sell an igloo to an eskimo in the same town in his very short real estate career. Worse yet, this guy had women out the ying yang. Poor Soupy couldn't get laid in a female penitentiary with a fistful of pardons. And he was experienced with women....after all, he was on fifty dating sites and he had a profile that he made up that was really impressive. It just wasn't right, him being a liberal where he was owed a BIG government living.....He'd been a visiting Professor at Harvard, he had a PHD in biology, he was a professional softball player in a co-ed league, and he was a big entrepreneur....he made plastic jewelry that he sold at international kiosks and was a renowned photographer....of
to be continued...
Love Is Blind...
Not always...
He is good looking, sexy and most of all a very nice person.
He is the love of my life and I'm not happy when somebody say something negative about him.
So to those so said that my man is not good enough, well I have a bad news for you : He is hundred times better than you
'Hope everyone here is having a lovely day/night
He is good looking, sexy and most of all a very nice person.
He is the love of my life and I'm not happy when somebody say something negative about him.
So to those so said that my man is not good enough, well I have a bad news for you : He is hundred times better than you
'Hope everyone here is having a lovely day/night
Are We All Victims and Innocents?
Where are all the wife beaters ? Where are the irresponsible drunk husbands or cheating boyfriends? Where are the two-timing girlfriends and nasty nagging wives? I can't seem to find them here on CS ?
All I've read here on blogs and forums are mostly victims of love...cheated by their bf/gf...abused and neglected by their husband/wife...
Are we all victims and innocents here? and worse, are those who preach about morals and respect as if they are perfect!
Is there another dating sites for the guilty ones? I think I would fit better there
I mean, every time we blog about love and relationship, we can only read stories of how we were taken advantaged by someone we loved...we only read one side of the story... What about their side? Maybe you cheated first so they cheated on you too Maybe you're a nasty nagging wife, he got fed up and left you?
Why is it so difficult to acknowledge and accept our mistakes and short comings ? Is it to difficult to be honest? Must we fool ourselves and those people around us inorder to feel good about our failures?
I highly respect someone who's brave enough to admit their mistakes and say : " given a second chance, I will do better "
All I've read here on blogs and forums are mostly victims of love...cheated by their bf/gf...abused and neglected by their husband/wife...
Are we all victims and innocents here? and worse, are those who preach about morals and respect as if they are perfect! Is there another dating sites for the guilty ones?
I think I would fit better there I mean, every time we blog about love and relationship, we can only read stories of how we were taken advantaged by someone we loved...we only read one side of the story...
What about their side? Maybe you cheated first so they cheated on you too Maybe you're a nasty nagging wife, he got fed up and left you? Why is it so difficult to acknowledge and accept our mistakes and short comings ? Is it to difficult to be honest? Must we fool ourselves and those people around us inorder to feel good about our failures?
I highly respect someone who's brave enough to admit their mistakes and say : " given a second chance, I will do better "
The Miracle of Ageing
I am now, probably for the first time in my life, the person I have always wanted to be. Oh, not my body! I sometimes despair over my body - the wrinkles that are starting to appear, the baggy eyes, and the sagging butt. And often I am taken aback by that old person that lives in my mirror, 
but I don't agonize over those things for long.
I would never trade my amazing friends, my wonderful life, my loving family for less grey hair or a flatter belly. As I've aged, I've become more kind to myself, and less critical of myself. I've become my own friend. I don't chide myself for eating that extra piece of pizza, or for not making my bed, or for buying that silly cement gnome that I didn't need, but looks so avant-garde on my patio. I am entitled to overeat, to be messy, to be extravagant. I have seen too many dear friends leave this world too soon; before they understood the great freedom that comes with ageing.
Whose business is it if I choose to read or play on the computer until 4 am, and sleep until noon? I will dance with myself to those wonderful tunes of the 60's & 70's, and if I, at the same time, wish to weep over a lost love, I will. I will walk the beach in a swim suit that is stretched over a bulging body, and will dive into the waves with abandon if I choose to, despite the pitying glances from the younger bikini/board-shorts clad set. They, too, will get old!
I know I am sometimes forgetful. But then again, some of life is just as well forgotten, and I eventually remember the important things.
Sure, over the years my heart has been broken. How can your heart not break when you lose a loved one, or when a child suffers, or even when a beloved pet gets hit by a car? But broken hearts are what give us strength and understanding and compassion. A heart never broken is pristine and sterile and will never know the joy of being imperfect.
Old Age is a Gift
I am so blessed to have lived long enough to have my hair turn grey slowly, but surely, and to have my youthful laughs be forever etched into deep grooves on my face. So many have never laughed, and so many have died before their hair could turn silver. I can say 'no', and mean it. I can say 'yes', and mean it
As you get older, it is easier to be positive. You care less about what other people think. I don't question myself any more. I've even earned the right to be wrong. (although i cant remember the last time i was wrong)
So, to answer your question, (before you ask it, that is) I like being old. It has set me free. I like the person I have become. I am not going to live forever, but while I am still here, I will not waste time lamenting what could have been, or worrying about what will be. And I shall eat dessert every single day if i want.
Today, I wish you a day of ordinary miracles.
but I don't agonize over those things for long.I would never trade my amazing friends, my wonderful life, my loving family for less grey hair or a flatter belly. As I've aged, I've become more kind to myself, and less critical of myself. I've become my own friend. I don't chide myself for eating that extra piece of pizza,
or for not making my bed, or for buying that silly cement gnome that I didn't need, but looks so avant-garde on my patio. I am entitled to overeat, to be messy, to be extravagant. I have seen too many dear friends leave this world too soon; before they understood the great freedom that comes with ageing.Whose business is it if I choose to read or play on the computer until 4 am, and sleep until noon? I will dance with myself to those wonderful tunes of the 60's & 70's, and if I, at the same time, wish to weep over a lost love, I will. I will walk the beach in a swim suit that is stretched over a bulging body, and will dive into the waves with abandon if I choose to, despite the pitying glances from the younger bikini/board-shorts clad set. They, too, will get old!
I know I am sometimes forgetful. But then again, some of life is just as well forgotten, and I eventually remember the important things.
Sure, over the years my heart has been broken. How can your heart not break when you lose a loved one, or when a child suffers, or even when a beloved pet gets hit by a car? But broken hearts are what give us strength and understanding and compassion. A heart never broken is pristine and sterile and will never know the joy of being imperfect.
Old Age is a Gift
I am so blessed to have lived long enough to have my hair turn grey slowly, but surely, and to have my youthful laughs be forever etched into deep grooves on my face. So many have never laughed, and so many have died before their hair could turn silver. I can say 'no', and mean it. I can say 'yes', and mean it
As you get older, it is easier to be positive. You care less about what other people think. I don't question myself any more. I've even earned the right to be wrong. (although i cant remember the last time i was wrong)
So, to answer your question, (before you ask it, that is) I like being old. It has set me free. I like the person I have become. I am not going to live forever, but while I am still here, I will not waste time lamenting what could have been, or worrying about what will be. And I shall eat dessert every single day if i want.
Today, I wish you a day of ordinary miracles.
Hopping on Opportunity
A mangy looking guy goes into a bar and orders a drink.
The bartender says: "No way. I don't think you can pay for it."
The mangy guy says, "You're right. I don't have a lot of money.
But. if I show you something terrific that you haven't seen before, will you then give me a drink?"
The bartender says, "Only if what you show me isn't risque."
"Deal!" says the mangy guy and he reaches into his coat pocket
and pulls out a hamster.
He puts the hamster on the bar and it runs to the end of the bar, down the bar, across the room,
up the piano, jumps on the keyboard and starts playing songs.
And the hamster is pretty good.
The bartender says, "You're right. I've never seen anything like that before. :surprised: That hamster is good on the piano."
A guy at the end of the bar runs over and offers the mangy guy $500
for the hamster.
"No way, states the mangy guy. This hamster is not for sale for any price."
The mangy guy downs the drink and asks the bartender for another.
"Money or another miracle else no drink," says the bartender.
So, the mangy guy reaches into his coat again and pulls out a frog.
He puts the frog on the bar, and the frog starts to sing in a marvelous voice and great pitch. He's a fine singer.
The stranger from the other end of the bar runs over to the guy and offers him $300 for the frog.
The guy says, "It's a deal."
He takes the $ 300 and gives the stranger the frog.
The stranger runs out of the bar with the frog.
The bartender says to the guy, "Are you some kind of nut ?
You wouldn't sell the hamster for $500 but you sold a singing frog for $300?
It must have been worth millions.
You must be crazy."
As he finishes his second drink and begins to the leave the bar, the mangy guy retorts, "Not so, I can catch lots of frogs.
But, I'm not sure I'll find another hamster that can play piano and is also a ventriloquist."
The bartender says: "No way. I don't think you can pay for it."
The mangy guy says, "You're right. I don't have a lot of money.
But. if I show you something terrific that you haven't seen before, will you then give me a drink?"
The bartender says, "Only if what you show me isn't risque."
"Deal!" says the mangy guy and he reaches into his coat pocket
and pulls out a hamster.
He puts the hamster on the bar and it runs to the end of the bar, down the bar, across the room,
up the piano, jumps on the keyboard and starts playing songs.
And the hamster is pretty good.
The bartender says, "You're right. I've never seen anything like that before. :surprised: That hamster is good on the piano."
A guy at the end of the bar runs over and offers the mangy guy $500
for the hamster.
"No way, states the mangy guy. This hamster is not for sale for any price."
The mangy guy downs the drink and asks the bartender for another.
"Money or another miracle else no drink," says the bartender.
So, the mangy guy reaches into his coat again and pulls out a frog.
He puts the frog on the bar, and the frog starts to sing in a marvelous voice and great pitch. He's a fine singer.
The stranger from the other end of the bar runs over to the guy and offers him $300 for the frog.
The guy says, "It's a deal."
He takes the $ 300 and gives the stranger the frog.
The stranger runs out of the bar with the frog.
The bartender says to the guy, "Are you some kind of nut ?
You wouldn't sell the hamster for $500 but you sold a singing frog for $300?
It must have been worth millions.
You must be crazy."
As he finishes his second drink and begins to the leave the bar, the mangy guy retorts, "Not so, I can catch lots of frogs.
But, I'm not sure I'll find another hamster that can play piano and is also a ventriloquist."
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