What to write about?
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Posted:Mar 22, 2010 4:53 am
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To write, or not to write....that is the question. Whether it is nobler yatta yatta yatta...oh...and yatta. Ok, i haven't been on again for a bit. No reason why. Just haven't, k? Now stop asking that damn question of where i went. I gots no answer. Besides, that's not really what i want to discuss.
Here goes. WHY...I said WHY is it that i've turned my profile off & it's still on??? Hmmm? I sent an email to fricken customer service asking what the problem is, but of course i got no response. Rat bastiges. I mean, it's not really that big of a deal. Just more annoying than anything else. It's not like my schedule is so busy that i don't have time to come on here. It's just more of my writer's blog, since i mostly am on here to read my friend's blog & sometimes write one of my own. So, anyone know why my profile won't turn off, even though it says it is??? I haven't a clue at this point. Oh, and WHY if i have the filter on do i still get the "heh wanta fuk? meet me tonite" emails???? Geez. Had one from a 22 yr old. Really?? Really? Stop. Seriously. I mean, my god..my turns 30 this year. That's a bit bizarre to see that in writing. Who the hell authorized that? When did i hit 53? Don't feel 53. I think i don't look 53 either, cept when it's 3:30 in the morn & i can't sleep. That's another story all together, but i digress.
Ok, that turned into a bit of a rant. Sorry bout that. Actually, no i'm not sorry...lol. Heh, everybody needs to go off once and awhile, right? Anyways, i spose this is all i got to say at this point. I'll be back again, i'm sure, just not sure when. Adios sunshine rabbits.
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Posted:Feb 5, 2010 3:15 am
Last Updated:May 28, 2010 7:12 am
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Heh, i'm still here. Really, it IS me. Ok, so i dropped off the face of the earth for a bit. Maintained vagueness. Went AWOL. Did my howard hughes impression to the best of my ability. With the exception of that whole peeing in a bottle thing. I always like to make sure that's been made really clear to anyone reading these. Assuming there IS anyone reading these. I read this thing today that i felt applied to me to some degree. It said "Sometimes my mind wanders....and sometimes it leaves altogether." Damn funny.
Anyways, let's see. When last we spoke (i'm taking a great leap into fantasy here & assuming there's actually conversations that take place), i had done my best grace impression & fractured a bone in my foot, in addition to spraining my ankle. I was on crutches with one of those lovely boots for a time. Anyone that knows me, knows i LOVE me some shoes. So, having to wear that fricken boot with my tennie high tops was just not acceptable. Add to that the fact that i've got modified body parts, which became incredibly annoyed with using crutches again. I had to ask myself..."self...which would you prefer to hurt? your back & foot, or just your foot?". Easy answer there. Survey says...ding...ding...ding...the foot. So, although it hurt, i actually sped up my recovery time..um...i think. I dismember (like that word instead of remember) the doc saying that physical therapy would help me get off the crutches faster. Dude...i don't need no stinkin physical therapy. I did my exercises & crap at home. Moved quickly from crutches to cane after about 2 weeks. My best motivation is me. Well, that & my modified body parts not being happy AND the fact that i couldn't wear any of my shoes! My...my....my shoes. Sorry, channeled some old tv shows called in the Hall. Guy on there had this ongoing character that had a fixation about his pen. Whenever someone would borrow it, they'd take off with it & he'd give chase. All the while yelling "my...my....my pen". Fricken hilarious.
Ok, fast forward to now. Yeah, it still bothers me some, but things could be worse. Focusing on the positives & such, right? So, up for air. Still alive & kickin. Still wearing my fantastic lovely vast collection of shoes dammit.
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Awww.....geez....wtf?
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Posted:Nov 17, 2009 9:29 am
Last Updated:Jan 22, 2010 12:26 pm
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Your basic why??? Oh...and toss in one of those the humanity of it all, too. I'm on crutches dammit. Stood up yesterday, leg went, ankle next...hit the floor. No particular reason. Prolly just the fact that i've got modified body parts. Luckily my new puter from the rat bastiges at Dell didn't land underneath me. It went air born in a diff direction. Oh boy...time to take that trip to the Wunnerful Land of ER. Yep.
It actually wasn't too bad of a wait. Xrays later, fractured foot bone. Got this leg/foot splint on with miles of ace bandage wrapped. What have you won Lil??? A trip to the ortho doc next monday. Followed by discussions with said new doc on how/what treatment is needed. Best case scenario will be crutches for awhile..indeterminate at this point. Worst case scenario is the mri they'll probably due will show add'l issues. I mean geez.....wtf???!!!??? So much for my policy of ixnaying doctor visits. It's probably my fault. I upset the delicate balance of the universe by swearing off all appts. I mean COME ON!!! I'm a nice person. Give to charities, animal rescue foundations. Ok, mebbe sometimes i have anger issues. I've said i'm little, but mighty & that still applies, but GEEZ!!What's next? Locusts???? And YEAH...my cranky face is definitely in place at the moment.
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Posted:Nov 6, 2009 9:48 am
Last Updated:May 2, 2024 12:5 am
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Ok, i know it's unusual for me to post two blogs in one day, but events required it, so there ya go.
Dismember (lilspeak for remember) a number of blogs ago i ranted about puters. Specifically Toshiba & Dell, right? Welp, i guess i didn't do an update to that original blog that included Dell's ultimate response to the piece of crap that is/was the puter i owned. Anyways, i digress. After Dell sent out a repair guy, twice, that couldn't fix it completely, i had an outta body experience on the phone with Dell. End result? The shipped me a new (actually, refurbished) puter for all my trouble with the first one. Sent me a bigger one, cuz ya know bigger is ALWAYS better (come on now...you KNOW it is), with more memory, free of charge. Just came via fed exp & now i have a new toy to play with at will. I've been using Mr. Big's puter, which is a compaq, that has it's own issues that we won't bother going into. At least i had one i could use. So, time for me to play with my new baby! Latah!!
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Posted:Nov 6, 2009 8:10 am
Last Updated:Nov 8, 2009 9:52 am
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I'm a voracious reader. If i like a novel, i can finish in mebbe two days. Problem with finishing it that fast is twofold. One being that i'm always in need of a new book, which can get expensive. Secondly, i'm not likely to remember what i've read, since i've finished it so quickly. Come on, how many of you out there have bought a new book, get to mebbe page 12, or so, then realize that you've actually read it previously. All very sad.
In order to minimize the expense of new books, i've taken to buying them at my local thrift store. It's generally been a good thing, except for the occasional book that's missing the last pages. Heh, that's ok. It gives me the opportunity of coming up with my own ending, right? I mean, i've always been pretty good at figuring who the bad guy is, or what the end result is, when reading a book. Actually, that probably comes from watching all those old movies with my dad. He & i would turn the sound down once & a while, then come up with our own dialog. Corny? Yep, but was always fun. Ma always dislike watching anything with us, since we generally talked thru the whole movie, and, as she used to say "why do i even watch this with you? you always tell me the end before it happens". I try to curb this behavior now, since it's apparently annoying to most folks. But never fear...it's still there lurking under my quiet demeanor.
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Heathen Dawgs
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Posted:Nov 5, 2009 6:26 am
Last Updated:Aug 15, 2013 11:49 pm
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Yeah, i got them. Two heathen dawgs. Got the boyz when they were about 5 months old. Ike & Gustav. Named after hurricanes for a reason, trust me on this. Gustav's got 2 nick names. Stinky & The Demon Seed. Stinky doesn't really apply to how he smells. It just popped out of my mouth one day & it's stuck. The Demon Seed is very applicable. Seriously, when something's been gotten into, or done, you KNOW he's the one that's started it, or caused it, whatever "it" might be. Then there's Ike. He actually doesn't have a nick name. He's your basic sweet, wind whistling between the ears, staring off into space dog. Surprisingly, he does everything he's sposed to.
Ok, where is this going? Two fricken days in a row Gustav...aka The Demon Seed, aka Stinky, has somehow managed to pull my backpack off of the kitchen table. I have no idea how he manages to even reach it, because he's got these little dwarf short legs, but there it is. Or rather, there it WAS. Next thing i know he's got the damn backpack out in the backyard. This is TWO DAYS IN A ROW DAMMIT! Gone is my little plastic bottle of tums. You know the one. He's chewed it as much as possible in order to get to the tasty tums inside. Granted he really didn't get it all the way open, but he did manage to puncture enough holes in it, so it had to be tossed. Day before that, i find my backpack on the kitchen floor, open, but nothing scattered that i can see. I go out back to bring him in & reprimand him. Little fukker's got my wallet & he's gnawing away with great fervor on it. Sigh....why?? WHY???!!!??? Oh the humanity of it all.
I've honestly never had problems training dogs before, but The Demon Seed is in a class all unto himself. Any ideas??? Anyone??? Bueller??? Bueller?????
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Whoa...2 days in a row
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Posted:Oct 23, 2009 10:06 am
Last Updated:Oct 29, 2009 4:18 pm
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Day 2...another blog. Look at me!!! Look at me dammit!!! I'm such a for attention. Understanding that you are doesn't necessarily resolve the problem, although i have heard that understanding is the first step towards recovery. At this stage of the game (is this a game??? damn..who decides who wins anyway?), i'm much less likely to change my ways. I'm deeply entrenched in my need for attention. I think it goes back to when mom used to lock us outside of the house when we were little. Yeah, pretty sure that has a lot to do with it. Seriously folks...she did. I remember being only about 7 & walking around outside on the lawn with no shoes. Stepped on some fricken tie tack & it got stuck in my big toe. Suffice to say i couldn't pull it out & ended up banging on the front door asking ma to let me in. Her response was yer basic "what do you want?". Me? I respond "mom..i got something stuck in my toe". Her response "wait till your father gets home". I did. Dad took me to the emergency room. Thus begins my tale of woe about my inability to be coordinated. Course, that's another blog altogether. Actually, i think i may have written one previously about my apparent lack of coordination & subsequent injuries from said lack.
Ok, where did i go there? Oh yeah, my need for attention. As i said, i'm fairly certain it was fueled by the lack of it growing up. Don't get me wrong here. I luvs my ma, but if everything we went thru growing up took place today, suffice to say ma would have some splaining to do. Now, of course, we joke about it amongst ourselves. Amazing. So, here's to my need for attention & whatever follows from that.
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What year is it?
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Posted:Oct 22, 2009 7:54 am
Last Updated:Oct 26, 2009 7:00 am
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Wow...i haven't been online much, so was kinda looking at my old blog posts this morn. Inbetwixt dealing with the heathen dogs, that is. This is titled "What year is it?" cuz it appears it's been a really long time since i've posted anything. No...i haven't slit my wrists. No, i was not kidnapped by alien's with intentions of utilizing their ever popular probe devices. No, i wasn't in prison for having an outta body and removing annoying people from this planet. Just was taking a break of sorts.
Part of doing a blog is occasionally reading your old ones. Geez...what a fricken mess. Some updates are interesting. At least to me. I decided i was done with docs for awhile. Just went on an overload & felt i was due for a break from them. I cancelled all appts. Yep. Dropped off their grid, too...fukkers. I think you just get to the point where you realize that you're basically just paying for someone's mercedes (owned one of those once...called it the "FMP", which stands for fukking money pit). Part of what fueled this decison was apparently hitting my maximum for prescription drug coverage for the year. Hell, i wasn't even aware i had a maximum, but there it is. That was 2 months ago. So, what does that really mean? It means no pills whatsoever, other than my stomach pills...oh, and my hormone pills. That's right...no pills, which includes no pain pills. Heh, it's been hard, but i'm trying to put a positive spin on it. I mean, it's gotta be good for my body, right? Course, this also includes no blood pressure, cholesteral, nerve damage, nausea...hmmm...have i forgotten anything? I still have some left, but not many. The pain pills i started cutting down, cutting in half, then cut out all together. I confess i do take a half a pill maybe once every couple weeks, but that's it. Look at me!!! LOL...course, i'm keeping my fingers crossed i don't have a heart attack between now & january 1st, which is when my drug coverage starts up again. Let's say it together..."in with the good air..out with the bad air".."in with the good air...out with the bad air...i am calm". My new mantra. Geez...what a dork i am. Look at me...living on the edge...no meds. It's hard...yep. I've also been exercising 4-5 days a week. Not heavy duty, but about 15 minutes of various. Don't ask why, or how at this point, cuz i really have no answer.
What else? My fricken puter nose dived again. Apparently the hard drive is going out. Dell peeps sposed to show up again today to install a new one. Yesterday's appt was just to see if there was REALLY something wrong with my puter & it just wasn't all a pigment of my fragmentation. OY. So, when i call dell to say i need service (was apparently stupid enuf to include a full service warranty when i bought the damn thing), i end up in india probably. Guy wants to run thru various tests with me on phone & i reply that i cannot do that, cuz it won't even boot up. 15 minutes later, while i''m placed on hold numerous times, thank you, he finally comes back on & says someone will contact me to come out & fix it. THEN tries to sell me a renewal warranty on the damn thing for another $169. Right. Nope...no thank you...i'll just take a pass on that, k? I mean hell, you can buy a new compaq for mebbe $500. So, now i'm developing a list of puters that i will never purchase again. I've got 2 for ya. Toshiba & Dell. There ya go. Please, no effervescent thank yous. Just trying to pass along a bit of usefull information, k?
That's prolly it for now. The word vomit situation really got outta control on this one. Geez, i can't really remember what the start of this blog was about at this point. Oh, yeah...What year is it? That really had to do with my dropping off the grid & being howard again. Is anyone really out there still????
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They Call Me Howard
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Posted:Jul 22, 2009 5:59 am
Last Updated:Mar 22, 2010 5:00 am
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Yep, have been doing my Howard Hughes impression of late. Have been thinking about posting a blog, but then the thought was followed by yer basic "eh...whatta i care?" response. Hence the lack of blogs & literally dropping off the grid for a bit. Don't get me wrong...I'm not depressed, just experiencing motivational issues of late.
So, what's new??? Ok, i think we left off a few months (or so) back, just after the upper gi done by stomach doc. End result of that was ANOTHER fricken med to take. Apparently i've got a hernia + reflux, which is what causes the wunnerful nausea i experience so frequently. Ok, well, at least it's nothing more serious, right? The biopsy that done was merely for my esophagus, based on my prior history & my dad's esophagus cancer. That turned out ok thankfully. So, other than another pill daily, i'm more, or less, ok.
On to the ongoing ever present, oft annoying ovarian cyst. Let's see. We've been "watching" this thing since about march of 2004. It's grown. Now the size of the ovary. I'm due to go back to oncologist in October. The hot flashes/night sweats, need to kill, have been a daily problem for over a year now. No one, up till now, had wanted to do anything about those, because they were so concerned about the cyst. Fast forward to last week. I basically had a melt down with them & went to see a new gyno. Explained everything. His response was "well, ummm, why don't we just remove it? Biopsy the cyst after, but just be done with it". My response? "OH HELL YEAH...TAKE THE FUKKER OUT!". Ok, mebbe i didn't say fukker, but you get the drift. Anyway, he's getting with my oncologist to discuss doing that & my next appt is the 27th. I'm keeping my fingers crossed that the oncologist will agree with the game plan, cuz i'm hanging on by a thread here. I know...you think hot flashes/night sweats aren't too much to deal with, right? Try tossing in a right leg with 7 surgeries & rods in your back. If you get only around 2-3 hrs sleep a night, well, yer body parts become increasingly unhappy. So there ya go with that. Keep your fingers crossed for me.
What's next? Hmm..oh..yeah, being seen at a pain clinic now. They monitor my various issues. The knee has become increasingly problematic & i'm actually using my cane again mebbe 3 times a month. Your basic 2 steps forward via exercise & one step back. I keep trying though. Mr. Big actually bought me a bike to ride. Suffice to say that mebbe i should have training wheels on it & that it's possibly not safe for me to ride without someone watching me. Heh, we all KNOW i am NOT the most coordinated person in the world, right? Anyway, the thoughts there & i keep trying, but generally pay for it each time i ride it. My next appt at clinic is the 30th & i think it's finally time to do another mri on the knee. It's been over 3 years since one was done & i had a cartilage tear at that time, which i elected to leave alone. Unfortunately, that hasn't repaired itself (heh, sometimes they do OK???). I won't agree to another arthroscopic procedure, but a new knee would certainly resolve a lot of the problems. I'd been told i need a new one back in the early 90's, but was too young. Apparently they've got a minimum age (or so i was told) of 50, since the knee only lasts so long. So, i'm 50, right??? Where's my knee dammit???!!!?? Actually, that brings me to my next thing.
Dude...i'm hitting 53 the end of the month. Wow...i am NOW my mom....LOL. When the HELL did THAT happen??? Seriously though, i'm pretty good with the age thing. I still like myself better now than i did in my 20's/30's, so there ya go. I make sure i remind Mr. Big daily that my bday is the end of the month. He asked what i want to do...my response? Heh, you surprise me...you decide. No, you will get no input from me whatsoever. Told him it doesn't have to be spensive (lilspeak for expensive), just a surprise. Heh, i've always been easy going about all that, so why change now. Oh...almost forgot...i now live with Mr. Big. Financial considerations (still trying to get my money out of cali..it's coming, but in bits & pieces) caused me to re-evaluate my living situation. Mr. Big asked me to move in, so i did. My friend from cali rents out my house & pretty much takes care of it. Heh, if i absolutely had to rent it out, at least it's to someone that i know & trust. I go by there mebbe once a week to let her out in the day, which allows me to kinda monitor the condition. I told Mr. Big i would commit to living in his house (he rents a piece of crap..sorry, but true) for one year. After that, we move into mine. I understand his initial hesitation to move over there, since it's farther from his work & moving his stuff would be a major deal (he's got a LOTTA stuff), but one year should resolve my financial issues. Then i want to be in my house. Heh, that's why i moved to texas, right? Anyway, i live here rent free, which is a relief financially at this point.
What else??? Oh...yeah...no more midlife crisis car. Couldn't really drive the solstice anymore (has a clutch/standard transmission), due to the knee, so traded it in. Actually wish i'd done it 6 months ago, as i would have gotten more, but there ya go. Anyway, so now i own a nissan cube. I call it my clown car, cuz it looks like it should be in the ring of a barnum & bailey circus, with clowns riding around in it. I think you get the picture here...lol. Seriously, i like to think of it as quirky. Yeah...that's the ticket.
So, that's yer basic update. Some serious word vomit here for those that care, or are curious. Who knows when i'll blog again. I haven't really had the blog fever for quite some time, so i make no guarantees on upcoming posts. Hope all is well with everyone & "ya all take care now" (some texas speak for ya...or my version of it, anyway).
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Say it with me....OY
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Posted:Mar 29, 2009 2:45 pm
Last Updated:Aug 6, 2009 11:50 pm
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So, made it thru last week...more, or less. I think i mentioned i had numerous medical tests happening. Topped off the week with an upper gi on friday. They put me out to do it, as usual. My roomie was supposed to come back & pick me up...uh...apparently she couldn't make it, so Mr Big had to come get me. Not really a big deal, but i know it's difficult for him to get away from the shop. Was nice to see him during the day...at least i think it was...LOL. I was pretty out of it still.
So, what's with the OY comment in the title? Sometime around friday evening i became somewhat coherent. Read the paperwork the hospital handed me. Everything looks pretty straight forward. You know, watch for adverse affects of anesthesia..yatta yatta. Get down to the bottom where it's got a section for comments. Says "biopsy taken-follow up with doctor within 10-15 days". WHAT THE FUCK???? Uh...nobody mentioned anything about a biopsy & apparently the doc was s'posed to contact roomie with results of upper gi. Nope...no phone call..nuttin...nada. GEEZ. So, now i've been stressing out over this biopsy situation. Can't contact doc's office til tomorrow to at least find out more info (ie: why the biopsy...where...blah blah blah). Normally i prolly wouldn't freak out quite as much, i'm already being seen by an oncologist for the stupid ovarian cyst, but my dad passed away from esophagus cancer.
So, all this is to be continued i guess. I probably won't have results of biopsy tomorrow, but at least they can give me some additional info. That way i can continue with my overload of the situation. Oh boy. Come on....say it with me OY.
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Whoa....Dude...
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Posted:Mar 21, 2009 7:12 am
Last Updated:Mar 27, 2009 11:47 am
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So, in order to keep at bay the guilt complex from my lack of literary accomplishments (uh..writing a blog), i'm jumping into the fray without waiting for it to happen.
Most times when i write i blog i have no specific idea what i would write about. This time is actually no different. Sometimes i like to type just to see how many different phrases & words i can come up with (ie: Lil Speak). This time is prolly no different, since i seem to be blathering on about nuttin. Yeah...nuttin new there.
So, it's saturday...uh...i think, cuz Meet The Press isn't on, which means it's not sunday. Good Morning Austin ain't on, so it's not a weekday. That narrows it down to saturday. I know...what the hell's wrong with me??? Why don't i know what day of the week it is without going thru my very own brand of process of elimination? No real excuse here. I've always been somewhat hazy on day/date/time/time zone. I just finished the basic week of how many doc appts can i cram into one week without having a brain overload & need to pull the pin (pull the pin refers to hand grenades, if'n ya didn't know that phrase AND how's that for a run on sentence?). I'm leaning into another week of tests (nope, not to do with school....these are medical tests, as usual). Let's see...thursday is pelvic ultrasound for the ovarian cyst that's now the size of my ovary...thank you(hmmm...getting pretty good at slamming 32oz of water an hour prior to), then mri on back (fricken still annoyed after being knocked on my ass in mid january by some drunk ass idgit-"idgit" being Lil Speak), then upper gi on friday to see how fucked up my stomach really is after discovering a hiatel (?) hernia in my esophagus from last test. Geez...
Anyways, geez...remember i'm like the bionic woman..."we can rebuild her...make her stronger...faster...er, we can rebuild her". Heh, i never expected to make it to the ripe age of 52, so anything further is considered bonus time. Bonus time apparently must be earned by paying various co-pays for doc appts, prescriptions, etc. Least that's the way it seems to me. I will say that all my docs are great. Even they are amazed at what i deal with on a day to day basis. Luckily i'm not someone who's prone to depression, otherwise i'd prolly have slit my wrists by now. Remember the phrase...repeat with me....THIS TOO SHALL SOON PASS. Latah dude..
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So???
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Posted:Mar 19, 2009 6:39 am
Last Updated:Oct 22, 2009 7:35 am
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Here i am again. I start feeling guilty when i haven't written a blog for awhile. Heh, what can i say??? I was raised in a jewish household where EVERYTHING makes you feel guilty. The only positive there is that we weren't raised catholic. Therefore the confession process does not apply. Not that i have anything against catholics. Heh, some of my best friends are catholic. I'm just glad that confessional thing doesn't apply.
Whoa...i hadn't intended for this blog to go into religion. I mean...geez...who wants to read a blog about religion on a "sex" site? Then there's the whole question of really whether or not i think of this site as a "sex" site. Being as how i'm not someone who arbitrarily has sex with someone. I've always been someone who has to have strong feelings for someone before sex. Oh...AND that i've had the I Don't Share conversation (ie: exclusive relationship). I think i've mentioned before how i stumbled onto this site years ago. If not, or if you haven't read my blogs that far back, i was actually looking for a chat room that i could talk with other pitbull owners (my old dogs were pits). That's right...pay no attention to those semi nekkie people on the home page. OR the part under the name that mentions swingers. Heh, i like to think of myself as an intelligent person, but i do have my moments where that doesn't apply.
So, my experience on here is limited to chat rooms, reading the blogs of friends and that's prolly about it. I still get emails & reply once and a while to do the "thx for email, but i'm dating someone...yatta...yatta" response. The emails i get breakdown typically as follows:
1) I've always wanted to be with an older woman (oh...right...like THAT'S gonna happen)
2) I'm married, but my wife & i don't have sex anymore and i'm allowed to play (great..lol)
3) We're a couple & would really like to get together with you (nope...not gonna happen....guess again gypsy lips)
4) I'm in town from "xyz" date to "xyz" date & want to hook up (uh...call an service dude)
5) What are you doing tonite??? Wanta hook up (hook up??? geez...i'm fairly certain i've never done the hook up..least i don't think i have)
6) You and i gaze at each other from across the room...i follow you out onto the balcony...yatta yatta yatta (you know this one. the budding novelist type)
Now, i'm sure there's many more that aren't here, but these are the one's that i mostly get. Every once & awhile i actually get one where the guy just says "you're beautiful", or "nice eyes". Once & awhile i get one that comments on a blog. Those are nice one's. Oh, i almost forgot one. The "why are you on here if you aren't looking?" Those annoy me.
I guess that's about it, since i gotta head out for a doc appt. Peace out baby!
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Yep...Still Here
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Posted:Feb 28, 2009 7:58 am
Last Updated:Mar 16, 2009 5:28 pm
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As usual, i fell off the face of the earth, or at least Local Adult Companion, for a bit. I have a tendency to do that when i'm dealing with various. That would characterize this moment in time. I'm still dealing with various med tests...yatta yatta. Geez, that just seems endless, but i do like the docs, so that makes it a bit easier. Don't really wanta go into all that, so i'll just leave the last sentence as it stands. ie: non informative drivel.
Those that have known me for some time, or have read past blogs, know my Crazy Lil Fucka passed away during a minor surgical procedure. That was hard for me. I guess i channeled everything into him, to some degree. Still upsets me, but i did end up with 2 other pups, same breed as he was, but with hair. One of them has so many of the same mannerisms. All very strange. What else? Oh yeah...still dating Mr Big. We're pretty much living together, but not. I'm house training the pups (Ike & Gustav) & it's much easier to do so at his place. Yeah, i know...lol, but heh, my house is a 2 story, so there ya go. I suppose at some point something else will happen with the living arrangement, but for right now we (the boys & i) go home once every couple weeks for a few days. He's a good man. Is aware of all of my med issues & vows to stand by me regardless of the outcome of any of it. Takes care of me when i feel like crap, which is highly unusual for me. Kinda nice.
My circle of people i have contact with is fairly small. S'ok...that's pretty much always how i've been. Mr Big & i have a couple of friends we go out & have dinner with occasionally. I've got my friend that stays in my house & mebbe that's about it for texas. I still keep in contact with my old roomie in mass (love you twinkie banana). I think her & i will always be that way. Touching base...yattering...word vomit when necessary. She's one of the few that know me & still loves me & vice versa...lol. Been thinking about her a lot lately, since her mom passed away very recently. We've talked recently & i know she's being the responsible, i'll take care of it all person. I was the same way. It hits you later. She'll get thru it, because she's one of the most strong people i know, but i know it's still tough.
I really don't have much else i care to relay at this point. I guess this blog was more to see if i could actually still type one???? Right...lol.
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