December 27, 2002
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December 18, 2002
SNOWFALL!!! IN ARIZONA ~ (requires quicktime)
1. GET IT HERE ---> download quicktime
2. Once you have obtained quicktime on your operating system
click here ---> Storm clears to reveal snow on the Santa Catalinas
Night night, im off to bed early !!!!
~me
1. GET IT HERE ---> download quicktime
2. Once you have obtained quicktime on your operating system
click here ---> Storm clears to reveal snow on the Santa Catalinas
Night night, im off to bed early !!!!
~me
Nothing like a post everyother day, helps to keep the viewers away ....
So how is everyone? Not bad at all here. Taking my camera to work with me today, its currently
40 degrees. We recieved snow on the mountains last night! should make for some really nice photos...
Well short and sweet ~ love to all have a great day !
~~me
So how is everyone? Not bad at all here. Taking my camera to work with me today, its currently
40 degrees. We recieved snow on the mountains last night! should make for some really nice photos...
Well short and sweet ~ love to all have a great day !
~~me
December 16, 2002
I hope everyone has a good excuse for not visiting lately.... I know I am boring. :) But writing this is much fun. And I did post to five fun (boring) facts... so if your inclined check it out.
Just thought I'd mention it..... I notice when your not around.
So what to mention, meeting Ron was very nice. We had fun, I drank a beer !! couldn't believe that.
He is definately tall, and our intelligent conversation was a delight, along with the company of his charm and smile.
Well, Im exhausted, I hope all is well with everyone, hello to Jeffrey, Im glad your enjoying your new computer.
~me
Just thought I'd mention it..... I notice when your not around.
So what to mention, meeting Ron was very nice. We had fun, I drank a beer !! couldn't believe that.
He is definately tall, and our intelligent conversation was a delight, along with the company of his charm and smile.
Well, Im exhausted, I hope all is well with everyone, hello to Jeffrey, Im glad your enjoying your new computer.
~me
December 14, 2002
HEY! P.S. - If you haven't yet checked out Norah Jones please, please, let me help you -here is a link to her newest album you can play "Come Away With Me." You will be prompted to enter brief information for mp3.com, basically demographics, without the income and education questions. Have a listen ~
Hello From Saturday in Arizona ~
So, So, sorry for the delay, I have injured my left hand! Good thing im right handed eh?? (wink wink)
Anyway, yeah so I have had to take it easy lately.... I have a follow up visit with the doctor on Tuesday.
The x-ray shows a previous break to my thumb! I was shocked. I have no recollection of this.
The pain I am having, well, Doc, and I thought It was from a repetative motion, from typing, and using the spacebar.
I dont use the left hand to hit the space bar.....
This is so intersting to find and I can not figure what it might be caused from.. however I do tighten up my thumb and it is held upward while I type and this could have fatigued it ???? It hurts! Fatigue has never hurt. Im confused... though we all knew this before. anyway again, sorry, this is why I haven't posted in a couple of days.
Stacey and the ladies in Missouri, I found a really great link to an audio tape made in the 60's that you HAVE to hear to believe. So for one week - you will have your fame as I mention you in the description for the link. This should be available by clicking here FIVE FUN FACTS.
I just thought of you all stuck in that office, freezing your tushies off in that office full of lawyers. No pun intended.
Dont know why..... Just happened. So I had to mention it.
The gang in the P.ackage I.nvestigation department was out 'frolicking'--which has no letter 'k' in it if plural, at the Wildcat House, dancing, drinking, eating, etc.. This guy approached my old supervisor. Her name is Leanne.
So- the scene, ( a guy who will reamain nameless.. umm what we homosexuals would refer to as a nelly queen... approaches this guy there named Ron. Ron is told within 30 minutes that he is loved by the nameless nelly queen...
Ron then rolls his eyes... yatta yatta and I would imagine a short time passes and Ron proceeds away from the nelly boy. ) Ron approaches a table and sits down to chat with her, come to find out a good friend of his also works at the same location. They chat, Ron ask's Leanne, "do you have any cute friends?? I dont ever want to be with a guy like that" (the nelly queen) - some of you readers will know exactly who and what im refering to, others will be lost but should enjoy the read...
I was asleep it was approximately 10pm. The phone rings, it's Leanne - "hey, and so,on...you should come out here, im at the Wildcat House and there is this guy his name is Ron...he's awesome, you gotta at least meet him.." He thinks the same thing you do about (nelly queen) whats his name.
So- the reason for all of this, I have a date! WOW. I cheated and showed up at his work today, I have no idea what to expect, im nervous. I haven't done this in a long time.... each time I try, the fresh wound I created with my separation from Rich after 10 years kicks in. It's only been a year. We met in the summer of 1991 I was just turning 19. I moved away on April 10th 2001. Spiritually, I can't possibly be ready. So here goes. Im giving it a shot. Im meeting him at his work tonight and were all going out as a group. Should be much needed fun. I just felt like sharing. It's healthy to get this garbage out, even if no one is listening, but rather reading. Very theraputic for me.
Fun and goodtimes to all... Be safe. Talk with you later ~me
So, So, sorry for the delay, I have injured my left hand! Good thing im right handed eh?? (wink wink)
Anyway, yeah so I have had to take it easy lately.... I have a follow up visit with the doctor on Tuesday.
The x-ray shows a previous break to my thumb! I was shocked. I have no recollection of this.
The pain I am having, well, Doc, and I thought It was from a repetative motion, from typing, and using the spacebar.
I dont use the left hand to hit the space bar.....
This is so intersting to find and I can not figure what it might be caused from.. however I do tighten up my thumb and it is held upward while I type and this could have fatigued it ???? It hurts! Fatigue has never hurt. Im confused... though we all knew this before. anyway again, sorry, this is why I haven't posted in a couple of days.
Stacey and the ladies in Missouri, I found a really great link to an audio tape made in the 60's that you HAVE to hear to believe. So for one week - you will have your fame as I mention you in the description for the link. This should be available by clicking here FIVE FUN FACTS.
I just thought of you all stuck in that office, freezing your tushies off in that office full of lawyers. No pun intended.
Dont know why..... Just happened. So I had to mention it.
The gang in the P.ackage I.nvestigation department was out 'frolicking'--which has no letter 'k' in it if plural, at the Wildcat House, dancing, drinking, eating, etc.. This guy approached my old supervisor. Her name is Leanne.
So- the scene, ( a guy who will reamain nameless.. umm what we homosexuals would refer to as a nelly queen... approaches this guy there named Ron. Ron is told within 30 minutes that he is loved by the nameless nelly queen...
Ron then rolls his eyes... yatta yatta and I would imagine a short time passes and Ron proceeds away from the nelly boy. ) Ron approaches a table and sits down to chat with her, come to find out a good friend of his also works at the same location. They chat, Ron ask's Leanne, "do you have any cute friends?? I dont ever want to be with a guy like that" (the nelly queen) - some of you readers will know exactly who and what im refering to, others will be lost but should enjoy the read...
I was asleep it was approximately 10pm. The phone rings, it's Leanne - "hey, and so,on...you should come out here, im at the Wildcat House and there is this guy his name is Ron...he's awesome, you gotta at least meet him.." He thinks the same thing you do about (nelly queen) whats his name.
So- the reason for all of this, I have a date! WOW. I cheated and showed up at his work today, I have no idea what to expect, im nervous. I haven't done this in a long time.... each time I try, the fresh wound I created with my separation from Rich after 10 years kicks in. It's only been a year. We met in the summer of 1991 I was just turning 19. I moved away on April 10th 2001. Spiritually, I can't possibly be ready. So here goes. Im giving it a shot. Im meeting him at his work tonight and were all going out as a group. Should be much needed fun. I just felt like sharing. It's healthy to get this garbage out, even if no one is listening, but rather reading. Very theraputic for me.
Fun and goodtimes to all... Be safe. Talk with you later ~me
December 12, 2002
Be sure to hit page 2 today- Use the link ((whats new on my site )). Fun links and! Notice the changes in here as well-----
Its getting there, Hello, to Stacey, Jeffrey and the visitors from Canada and Australia!!! And everyone else, goin to have to put a guest book or something on :) I want to know you people too.........
Have a great day, I promise to write about my week!!!!
~me
Its getting there, Hello, to Stacey, Jeffrey and the visitors from Canada and Australia!!! And everyone else, goin to have to put a guest book or something on :) I want to know you people too.........
Have a great day, I promise to write about my week!!!!
~me
December 11, 2002
“Until one is committed, there is hesitancy, the chance to draw back. Concerning all acts of initiative (and creation) there is one elementary truth that ignorance of which kills countless ideas and splendid plans: that the moment one definitely commits oneself, then Providence moves too.
All sorts of things occur to help one that would never otherwise have occurred. A whole stream of events issues from the decision, raising in one's favor all manner of unforeseen incidents and meetings and material assistance, which no man could have dreamed would have come his way. Whatever you can do, or dream you can do, begin it. Boldness has genius, power, and magic in it. Begin it now.” ~~~ Goethe
December 09, 2002
Got my ears into a tune by Norah Jones, it's Dont Know Why. Check it out if you get the chance, here is her website, Norah Jones Music, really good stuff. Mellow, hip, soothing, calming groovy beats that different parts of your body begin to move too. Deep bass, blues like, piano jazz.
Here is a comment from AskMen.com
why we like her?
A fresh face in jazz and soul music circles, Norah is cool and low-key despite being an extremely talented and attractive rising young star.
why is she famous?
The February 2002 release of Come Away With Me was received with much anticipation despite coming out of relative obscurity, at least for the pop music fan. Add to Norah's musical gifts the fact that she is smoking and what we've got here is one fine woman.
overall rating
81
It is rare to see someone as down-to-earth and in touch with reality as Norah Jones storming onto the music scene. She represents the arrival of a new kind of singer: multi-talented, soulful, dedicated, and sincere when she says "I'm doing it for the music." Although she is stylistically much closer to Diana Krall than Alicia Keys, Jones has the young, fresh appeal and innate skills that Keys possesses, capable of awing audiences with her voice and piano playing.
Born in New York City and raised in Dallas, Texas, Norah Jones later returned to New York to start her career. This change in culture, subtle as it may be, can be seen in her music. She combines country, blues, folk, and jazz to create yet another niche in this day and age when crossover artists come by the barrelful. Still, she stands out without even trying.
quote
"There's been so much overproduced junk out there for so long that when something like this comes out that's very pure, very direct and with a voice that will break your heart, people react to it."
-Bruce Lundvall, Blue Note president, on Norah's album Come Away With Me.
bio
Born March 30, 1979, in New York City, but raised in a suburb of Dallas, Texas after relocating south with her mother Sue, Norah Jones showed a strong aptitude for music since childhood. She enrolled in Booker T. Washington High School for the Performing and Visual Arts to hone her musical talents but after exposure to several instruments, she realized she wanted to play the piano. Already career-minded, she knew that a solid foundation of jazz piano could pave the way for better things...
Trivia: Which famous international musician is Norah Jones' father?
(recently reconciling with her father, Ravi Shankar, world-renowned sitar player)
********************** Enjoy :) ~ttyl, me
Here is a comment from AskMen.com
why we like her?
A fresh face in jazz and soul music circles, Norah is cool and low-key despite being an extremely talented and attractive rising young star.
why is she famous?
The February 2002 release of Come Away With Me was received with much anticipation despite coming out of relative obscurity, at least for the pop music fan. Add to Norah's musical gifts the fact that she is smoking and what we've got here is one fine woman.
overall rating
81
It is rare to see someone as down-to-earth and in touch with reality as Norah Jones storming onto the music scene. She represents the arrival of a new kind of singer: multi-talented, soulful, dedicated, and sincere when she says "I'm doing it for the music." Although she is stylistically much closer to Diana Krall than Alicia Keys, Jones has the young, fresh appeal and innate skills that Keys possesses, capable of awing audiences with her voice and piano playing.
Born in New York City and raised in Dallas, Texas, Norah Jones later returned to New York to start her career. This change in culture, subtle as it may be, can be seen in her music. She combines country, blues, folk, and jazz to create yet another niche in this day and age when crossover artists come by the barrelful. Still, she stands out without even trying.
quote
"There's been so much overproduced junk out there for so long that when something like this comes out that's very pure, very direct and with a voice that will break your heart, people react to it."
-Bruce Lundvall, Blue Note president, on Norah's album Come Away With Me.
bio
Born March 30, 1979, in New York City, but raised in a suburb of Dallas, Texas after relocating south with her mother Sue, Norah Jones showed a strong aptitude for music since childhood. She enrolled in Booker T. Washington High School for the Performing and Visual Arts to hone her musical talents but after exposure to several instruments, she realized she wanted to play the piano. Already career-minded, she knew that a solid foundation of jazz piano could pave the way for better things...
Trivia: Which famous international musician is Norah Jones' father?
(recently reconciling with her father, Ravi Shankar, world-renowned sitar player)
********************** Enjoy :) ~ttyl, me
I have been having trouble getting all the images to post on Five Fun Facts. But here it is, I will work on this until I get it right....
FIVE FUN FACTS... not quite finished but here it is :)
FIVE FUN FACTS... not quite finished but here it is :)
December 08, 2002
Morning from Sunday ! My friend Radthika is here from West Virginia!! Were going to Mt.Lemmon today then over to the Saguaro National Monument. I have so much work to do for the posting of Five Fun Facts..... im going to be working late tonight on it. I really really think I can get It up by the morning.....( the facts that is ) - kinda pervy, sorry.
Im all ready and waiting for her call, she went to go pick up her rental car. What a surprise!
Liz helped me $$$ save $$$ 40 bucks, by giving me some slack on the rent after she had someone come out and trim the palm tree, So, woo hoo, Im buying a few rolls of film and some black and whites, I didnt ask for a new digital cam this year, as I dropped Minolta digital cam at a work party one night this past summer.
gotta go, she called :)
~bye ya ---me
Im all ready and waiting for her call, she went to go pick up her rental car. What a surprise!
Liz helped me $$$ save $$$ 40 bucks, by giving me some slack on the rent after she had someone come out and trim the palm tree, So, woo hoo, Im buying a few rolls of film and some black and whites, I didnt ask for a new digital cam this year, as I dropped Minolta digital cam at a work party one night this past summer.
gotta go, she called :)
~bye ya ---me
December 06, 2002
Well, It seems as if im feeling the affects of this new schedule, 730-400 whew, yesterday, 12/05 it took me 15 minutes to get out of bed, this morning it took me 30 minutes to get out of bed. I thought it would get easier to get up. I have been trying different sleep times to see which one is working best for me, so far 7 hours seems to be enough sleep. 8 was too much and 6, well, much too little. So, sorry I have not posted each day, I'm adjusting....
I miss my friends, Stacey, and Jeffrey (who is finally back online), Richie, Lester, Kelly and Krista, and Josh1 and Josh2. Mattie, Franklin, Nate, and the list goes on.... just thought I'd share...
wowee, we just heard gun shots! yikes! thanks to GOD this is a very thick bricked house. Scary....
well, ha- good night all... I gotta go investigate and be nosy....
~me
I miss my friends, Stacey, and Jeffrey (who is finally back online), Richie, Lester, Kelly and Krista, and Josh1 and Josh2. Mattie, Franklin, Nate, and the list goes on.... just thought I'd share...
wowee, we just heard gun shots! yikes! thanks to GOD this is a very thick bricked house. Scary....
well, ha- good night all... I gotta go investigate and be nosy....
~me
December 04, 2002
What is Whitney Houston hiding...?
All the fidgeting
and the evasive answers
self convincing responses
That ring! Whew-did you see it Jeffrey?
Im so curious to see the full length interview, how much was edited out.
And the pillow clutching, insecurities??
Or, hiding the skinny?
Im confused, I was expecting a terminal illness during her confession.
Does this show pay her well, what's the reason behind this expose~? Sales on the Just Whitney album?
$100 million dollar law suit!
She shouldn't talk about it at all. Be careful what you say girl. Wow, turn off the camera please....
That was an emotional segment, but my lord the commercials are too much.
The daughter comes out, ------ well now. No comment.
I bet she could tell some stories.
Although I did not write about Winona and her shoplifting, I do adore Whitney and her talent.
So this interview was definitely something I wanted to check out and subscribe to her story and see how she looked, how she responds to the questions. Her body language when Bobby came out to sit next to her.
Most interesting. But who has the perfect life?
For whatever its worth, way to go girl.
-------------------------------------------------------
So, If I start my own business next week- (hmm) maybe in 2 years I can retire. How's that for an opening line, as I was propositioned today to join this groupie ladder type sales system, im guessing some type of facial products, as this guy and girl I work with are giving it a shot and the basis was someone who sits on the computer a lot. That's me for sure, so why the hell not.
we'll see what its all about and then you know I'll post my feelings and let you know what's up ... so like I said im guessing the product is face related or youth related, the guy was using a toner for men. Funny last week I went out bought some new facial cleansers. I have been having little breakouts, and my pores could use some shrinkage. Maybe its all the "beep beep" in my life causing the breakouts. I hope you caught the "beep beep".... every now and then its fun to throw that in.
What a fun I have had with that whole situation. So the guy did have a bad complexion the last time I had seen him, and seriously, it was not pretty. Well, he looks amazing, for simply using the toner. So, im curious. If I like it, we shall see maybe I'll have my own Internet business. Your all welcome to become millionaires right along with me. If its all about sharing and having a ladder type business (which I've tried before but not over the Internet ... well that's exactly what I'll do. I did want extra money eh?? As long as its not SPAM.
that shit is for the birds. But I might get some fancy software and get to make fun webpages. I'll keep you posted. Im am optimist, some days ;) Well I think its time to post and go to bed, look for the top 5 to be unleashed next week, im still playing with the layout for that, for now the link just takes you to bonbons2.
Happy reading everyone, Nice having you.
~me
p.s. went to get the disk as usual I forgot it when I decided to sit down and write, (she's a beep beepin in there)..... she must go thru more lube than me!
Yes, ew gross, later bye!
All the fidgeting
and the evasive answers
self convincing responses
That ring! Whew-did you see it Jeffrey?
Im so curious to see the full length interview, how much was edited out.
And the pillow clutching, insecurities??
Or, hiding the skinny?
Im confused, I was expecting a terminal illness during her confession.
Does this show pay her well, what's the reason behind this expose~? Sales on the Just Whitney album?
$100 million dollar law suit!
She shouldn't talk about it at all. Be careful what you say girl. Wow, turn off the camera please....
That was an emotional segment, but my lord the commercials are too much.
The daughter comes out, ------ well now. No comment.
I bet she could tell some stories.
Although I did not write about Winona and her shoplifting, I do adore Whitney and her talent.
So this interview was definitely something I wanted to check out and subscribe to her story and see how she looked, how she responds to the questions. Her body language when Bobby came out to sit next to her.
Most interesting. But who has the perfect life?
For whatever its worth, way to go girl.
-------------------------------------------------------
So, If I start my own business next week- (hmm) maybe in 2 years I can retire. How's that for an opening line, as I was propositioned today to join this groupie ladder type sales system, im guessing some type of facial products, as this guy and girl I work with are giving it a shot and the basis was someone who sits on the computer a lot. That's me for sure, so why the hell not.
we'll see what its all about and then you know I'll post my feelings and let you know what's up ... so like I said im guessing the product is face related or youth related, the guy was using a toner for men. Funny last week I went out bought some new facial cleansers. I have been having little breakouts, and my pores could use some shrinkage. Maybe its all the "beep beep" in my life causing the breakouts. I hope you caught the "beep beep".... every now and then its fun to throw that in.
What a fun I have had with that whole situation. So the guy did have a bad complexion the last time I had seen him, and seriously, it was not pretty. Well, he looks amazing, for simply using the toner. So, im curious. If I like it, we shall see maybe I'll have my own Internet business. Your all welcome to become millionaires right along with me. If its all about sharing and having a ladder type business (which I've tried before but not over the Internet ... well that's exactly what I'll do. I did want extra money eh?? As long as its not SPAM.
that shit is for the birds. But I might get some fancy software and get to make fun webpages. I'll keep you posted. Im am optimist, some days ;) Well I think its time to post and go to bed, look for the top 5 to be unleashed next week, im still playing with the layout for that, for now the link just takes you to bonbons2.
Happy reading everyone, Nice having you.
~me
p.s. went to get the disk as usual I forgot it when I decided to sit down and write, (she's a beep beepin in there)..... she must go thru more lube than me!
Yes, ew gross, later bye!
December 03, 2002
Intuitive Flash Update - Tuesday, December 3, 2002
"Mars Is On its Way - Will Mars be the Trigger for Earth Changes?"
In the Dec. issue of Intuitive Flash, we featured an article entitled "Mars Is On its
Way - Will Mars be the Trigger for Earth Changes?" In it we stated that Mars
would be closer to Earth next year than it has been in over 100 years.
Apparently, we understated the amount of time since Mars has been this close.
According to an article published on Nov. 8 on Space.com, astronomer, Jean
Meeus of Belgium has calculated that "at 5:51 a.m. EDT on Aug. 27, 2003, Mars
will be within 34,646,488 miles of Earth. This will be the closest that Mars has
come to our planet in about 73,000 years." It will be about 191 million miles
closer and it will appear more than six times larger and shine some 85 times
brighter than it appears now. I will update this upcoming event in greater detail
in the Jan. issue of Intuitive Flash.
For more on Mars see the audio tape Pyramids of Mars
http://www.matrixinstitute.com/store/merchant.mv?Screen=CTGY&Store_Code=MI&Category_Code=AT
Sincerely,
Gordon-Michael Scallion
Futurist/Editor Intuitive Flash Newsletter
www.IntuitiveFlash.comwww.IntuitiveFlash.com
December 02, 2002
Hello ! It's Monday- WooHoo! new shift stats today, its nice an early too, im wide awake but I can not say that I am coherent!!! Anyway, no Thanksgiving story has posted yet, if at all. I kinda putzed out on that. However I did compile a new page with a story check it out here, I did not want to hear about your lunch today This link will take you to a newly designed layout, with a new color scheme. I hope you like it. Much more content to come !!!! Have a great day !~ me
November 29, 2002
Welcome to the day after Thanksgiving.
I have alot to talk about, but am quite limited on time this morning. Check back later tonight or tomorrow, perhaps even Monday for most of you, accessing from work, and after the holidays and life settles down a bit before Christmas.
Looking forward to sharing some view points with you- Take care, be safe, spend wisely, and have a great day. ~me
I have alot to talk about, but am quite limited on time this morning. Check back later tonight or tomorrow, perhaps even Monday for most of you, accessing from work, and after the holidays and life settles down a bit before Christmas.
Looking forward to sharing some view points with you- Take care, be safe, spend wisely, and have a great day. ~me
November 27, 2002
Hello its Wednesday ~
Backing up to Tuesday night, I just had to share the special even that occured....
Its midnight, my roomate Liz has to be up at 5am, Im up to use the restroom and get another drink of water, then back to bed. Im heading down the same hallway as described in the previous post this time with a different destination.
Suddenly Im drawn to notice the sounds of a womans orgasm. Number 1 - yuck. Number 2, this coming from a woman who declares that she is unable to orgasm even with a partner or alone. Number 3, let me tell you the story of Liz and Chris one summer night 17 years old in her Camaro. Well, one hting led to another, who knew what the hell my confused mind was thinking, but I slipped a finger up in her. A few minutes later, she's a panting, and sweat is coming off her forhead, and poof out pops the sudden flush of wetness and she cums. woo hoo. So years go by and she now uses this as an excuse and a crutch, when a man asks the reason why he is not fulfilling her needs by producing an orgasm, she replies, "its Chris's fault"... "he messed up my head".... my opinion, she still thinks someday im going to fuck her, - forget it stupid it aint happenin. So, back to the trip down the hallway, and the sounds of a woman cumming...... I thought for a moment someone might be in that room with her..... then I woke up. fat chance - no pun intended. There was no one in there with her, but I hear her talking as well. Then suddenly it happened, the infamous beep beep, which is the sound that the phone makes when she presses the key to make a selection on the "sexually incompetent chat line". My god! can you believe it. So fighting back the urge to pund on the door and laugh, I thought up something much more clever. I creeped up to the door and waited for her to moan again, as soon as I heard it, I grabbed the door handle and shook it roughly.... and of course - I ran like the wind back to my bed, and hurried under the covers. Out comes the trollop, down the hall to my room, shaken and scared. Out of breath as well. HA!, so im pretending to be asleep right, she knocks on my door frame and says im so scared "HE is back", What I said, whats going on?.... she says it again, "HE is back, and he tried to get me tonight".... she thinks there is a spirit trying get her. When we first moved in she had these dreams, they carried on and on for days. "violent", she used to say. So one day I called up my Indian friend, she brought a few of her tribe over and cleansed the house and the boundaries of it, after one night I awoke to the same dream she was having. Anyway, there is no spirit trying to get her. I told her "go to bed, its late, your crazy, what were you doing when it happened?" her reply was "nothing", I said "were you sleeping?" she said "uh huh".... please, now we all know shes full of crap. So I sunk into my sheets and told her it was the dogs, nothing is wrong, the dogs arent even barking. She agreed and went back to her room..... So, the morale of this story is... lol.... please stop bugging the shit out of me day in and day out, cuz payback is a bitch. Not a spirit.
Happy Turkey eve everyone.....
Peace and Love, me
Backing up to Tuesday night, I just had to share the special even that occured....
Its midnight, my roomate Liz has to be up at 5am, Im up to use the restroom and get another drink of water, then back to bed. Im heading down the same hallway as described in the previous post this time with a different destination.
Suddenly Im drawn to notice the sounds of a womans orgasm. Number 1 - yuck. Number 2, this coming from a woman who declares that she is unable to orgasm even with a partner or alone. Number 3, let me tell you the story of Liz and Chris one summer night 17 years old in her Camaro. Well, one hting led to another, who knew what the hell my confused mind was thinking, but I slipped a finger up in her. A few minutes later, she's a panting, and sweat is coming off her forhead, and poof out pops the sudden flush of wetness and she cums. woo hoo. So years go by and she now uses this as an excuse and a crutch, when a man asks the reason why he is not fulfilling her needs by producing an orgasm, she replies, "its Chris's fault"... "he messed up my head".... my opinion, she still thinks someday im going to fuck her, - forget it stupid it aint happenin. So, back to the trip down the hallway, and the sounds of a woman cumming...... I thought for a moment someone might be in that room with her..... then I woke up. fat chance - no pun intended. There was no one in there with her, but I hear her talking as well. Then suddenly it happened, the infamous beep beep, which is the sound that the phone makes when she presses the key to make a selection on the "sexually incompetent chat line". My god! can you believe it. So fighting back the urge to pund on the door and laugh, I thought up something much more clever. I creeped up to the door and waited for her to moan again, as soon as I heard it, I grabbed the door handle and shook it roughly.... and of course - I ran like the wind back to my bed, and hurried under the covers. Out comes the trollop, down the hall to my room, shaken and scared. Out of breath as well. HA!, so im pretending to be asleep right, she knocks on my door frame and says im so scared "HE is back", What I said, whats going on?.... she says it again, "HE is back, and he tried to get me tonight".... she thinks there is a spirit trying get her. When we first moved in she had these dreams, they carried on and on for days. "violent", she used to say. So one day I called up my Indian friend, she brought a few of her tribe over and cleansed the house and the boundaries of it, after one night I awoke to the same dream she was having. Anyway, there is no spirit trying to get her. I told her "go to bed, its late, your crazy, what were you doing when it happened?" her reply was "nothing", I said "were you sleeping?" she said "uh huh".... please, now we all know shes full of crap. So I sunk into my sheets and told her it was the dogs, nothing is wrong, the dogs arent even barking. She agreed and went back to her room..... So, the morale of this story is... lol.... please stop bugging the shit out of me day in and day out, cuz payback is a bitch. Not a spirit.
Happy Turkey eve everyone.....
Peace and Love, me
November 25, 2002
Good Evening, greeting from Monday night in Tucson...
The holidays are almost here, its going to be time for family to gather, and friends to come together.
I received great news today - My schedule change was approved, and what awesome timing, peak is starting I start my 730-4 shift Monday DEC 2. I'm so happy.
Be out of there before 5 that means 90% of all calls will be professional large account customers that are kind, patient people who wont become instant assholes if something goes wrong with their shipment. I'm so excited. I don't mind being there when the sun is up and going home and finally having a life again.
I see and feel the change happening right now. I like it. On a more personal note I had the chance to finally say and feel that I don't necessarily have to end up with Rich. Its a choice too. And meeting the "unknown to most of you," guy in my life, who is now gone as soon as his little lesson for me flew in and yes is now out again, well long story short... I had a crush, lord knows the feeling was intense, I loved it. And it was finally OK. que sera sera ~ as they say. Its not set in stone completely I'm sure there will be a few years to come before I'm entirely over Rich but I feel like I'm getting somewhere. Thinking about the levels at which he communicates with me even from a distance is clear, its distant. I don't know anymore, the hope is fading. And it breaks my heart, but as long as he is happy and he must be his life has gone on, and he has no interests in sharing anything with me. Its like a bad marriage, hey how are ya, "fine," how was your day, "fine," what's been going on "nothing," yeah month after month after month. No more one word answers since I decided I will ask no more questions. And I will no longer be sharing in my adventures, and keeping him up to date on me. why did I do this in the first place, he never asked to hear it.
Why do I still ask why? More relationship learning, such fun lessons. humph...
So, I will be missing my sister this Thanksgiving holiday, and the usual Marybeth and Paul will not be coming over as they will all be in South Carolina visiting her daughter. Ron's friends that live here in town will not be there as well. Just 4 of us for Thanksgiving dinner. What a change from the norm as Mom usually throws the big parties and is always having a house-full to feed and she loves it. I guess I'm just not sure how to respond to a more intimate setting on this Thanksgiving with just myself, Mom, grandma, and Ron.
But I am loved. So this I keep in the forefront of my mind when I start to think about the pretentious lifestyle my sister and I lived with for so long. You know, having so many holidays where there are so many people there the tight bond of family is so dispersed throughout the group it makes it hard to get up close and personal. So, essentially what I'm saying again is, its gonna be real different this year...... But more change is very welcome ... if intimacy and closeness is at hand with family then I will always welcome that.
Were getting smaller, the family that is.... (for those who might be confused, i'm
referring to my adopted family)
By I'm full of lots of shit tonight aint I.
Just my thoughts and communication,
Back to basics, write write write, this is why I started this, and I'm writing in my room again, I am really liking that,
Kudos to work, there's one positive on list of many, hooray for the holidays even thought his year will be different, 1 (yes only one) cheer for my Richard syndrome ... and thanks to all of you--- love and good night all - me
P.s. while walking to the other room to get the disk to do the transfer from the other computer I could hear Liz, typing away on her "for the sexually incompetent" chat line on the phone, of which by the way has been going on every night for at least 10 years that I'm aware of. Does she really think a quality man or relationship will ever come from that ... beep beep, I can hear it all the way in here, the other end of the house.... oh shut up Chris, shut up.... :)
Here we are ! Monday,~ Last night I set the computer to download 4 complete albums. Queen greatest hits 1 & 2, The Beegee's greatest hits, Jim Croce greates hits, and Bob Marley - Legend, The best of Bob Marley.
What fun. Im over the laundry tragedy. Life goes on. And this week Im missing my friends and my sister on this upcoming Thanksgiving holiday.....Work is going to get so crazy! All you people shipping gifts to your family and loved ones. Im just going to post this, as its taking forever for the "flow" to come, writers block or something.....
have a great one ~ me
What fun. Im over the laundry tragedy. Life goes on. And this week Im missing my friends and my sister on this upcoming Thanksgiving holiday.....Work is going to get so crazy! All you people shipping gifts to your family and loved ones. Im just going to post this, as its taking forever for the "flow" to come, writers block or something.....
have a great one ~ me
November 24, 2002
Who is the biggest loser in the WORLD! ??? I am !
I forgot I put an black ball point pen in my pants, as we have this new rule at work, no pens and no paper, since some stupid cunt stole credit card numbers from our clients and was sent to jail after using them. All of my whites, including dress shirts and pants, kahki pants, etc are covered in black ink. Im so FUCKED. What a huge mess. I have washed them twice now, and soaked them in a gallon of bleach and tide, nothing has worked, then pen held up thru the wash but not the dryer....... how depressing.
bye for now- me
I forgot I put an black ball point pen in my pants, as we have this new rule at work, no pens and no paper, since some stupid cunt stole credit card numbers from our clients and was sent to jail after using them. All of my whites, including dress shirts and pants, kahki pants, etc are covered in black ink. Im so FUCKED. What a huge mess. I have washed them twice now, and soaked them in a gallon of bleach and tide, nothing has worked, then pen held up thru the wash but not the dryer....... how depressing.
bye for now- me
November 23, 2002
Good Mornin~ Happy Saturday to you all,
Yippie, we got a new water heater yesterday and the furnace is fixed, next is that damn spa!
I have so little to say - I can tell you that Im tired, and men still suck! So not too much has changed :)
Except Jeffrey in Phoenix :)
Anyone want or have a friend who would want to buy a $2999 Bose Lifestyle 25 for 1500 ? Its a little over a year old...
I have to get out of this financial hole im in. I have been unable to find a part time job, since my shift at Poopie Parcel Service ends at 8pm. No one will hire me after I get off. Im going to have to find a new job, that ought to be fun during the holiday season, if not impossible. My family is driving me nuts with the whole "find another job" bit. They are all so optimistic, but there not out there trying. They aren't recieving call backs saying were sorry, or worse, no calls at all.
Well, I must get ready for my long day, talk to you all later, enjoy the day! ~me
Yippie, we got a new water heater yesterday and the furnace is fixed, next is that damn spa!
I have so little to say - I can tell you that Im tired, and men still suck! So not too much has changed :)
Except Jeffrey in Phoenix :)
Anyone want or have a friend who would want to buy a $2999 Bose Lifestyle 25 for 1500 ? Its a little over a year old...
I have to get out of this financial hole im in. I have been unable to find a part time job, since my shift at Poopie Parcel Service ends at 8pm. No one will hire me after I get off. Im going to have to find a new job, that ought to be fun during the holiday season, if not impossible. My family is driving me nuts with the whole "find another job" bit. They are all so optimistic, but there not out there trying. They aren't recieving call backs saying were sorry, or worse, no calls at all.
Well, I must get ready for my long day, talk to you all later, enjoy the day! ~me
November 22, 2002
Well hello there folks~
Just thought it was beyone time for me to sit down and write something of intrest. Not alot new and exciting going on in the house. the hating and cooling man is here as well as the landlord and they are configuring a new wiring system to hopefully buy another year out of the furnace..... LOL, I swear he better go outside and fix that damn spa! Thats my only vice. Going to be another long day! Yesterday at work I took a call from a guy from a company who lost one hundred thousand dollars in diamonds. thye were pilfered from the security box. What a mess! Oh lord I came so close to putting my own job on the line for the sake of the customer. My supervisors and advisors treated this client like dogshit. It was a mess. I was embarrassed to find that I was representing a company that was stealing such a commodity. Well we know that someone will be retiring this week..... Thats about it for now, as there is so much going on here with the landlord here and the heating and cooling people.... the water heater is also being replaced.
Have a great Friday~ Love and Peace to all ~~~me
Just thought it was beyone time for me to sit down and write something of intrest. Not alot new and exciting going on in the house. the hating and cooling man is here as well as the landlord and they are configuring a new wiring system to hopefully buy another year out of the furnace..... LOL, I swear he better go outside and fix that damn spa! Thats my only vice. Going to be another long day! Yesterday at work I took a call from a guy from a company who lost one hundred thousand dollars in diamonds. thye were pilfered from the security box. What a mess! Oh lord I came so close to putting my own job on the line for the sake of the customer. My supervisors and advisors treated this client like dogshit. It was a mess. I was embarrassed to find that I was representing a company that was stealing such a commodity. Well we know that someone will be retiring this week..... Thats about it for now, as there is so much going on here with the landlord here and the heating and cooling people.... the water heater is also being replaced.
Have a great Friday~ Love and Peace to all ~~~me
November 21, 2002
Looking back, it's hard to believe that we have lived as long as we have.
As children, we would ride in cars with no seat belts or air bags.
Riding in the back of a pickup truck on a warm day was always a special
treat.
Our houses and baby cribs were covered with bright colored lead-based
paint.
We had no childproof lids on medicine bottles, doors,or cabinets, and
when we rode our bikes, we had no helmets. (Not to mention hitchhiking to town
as a young kid!)
We slept without flame retardant pajamas, without air conditioning, with
doors and windows open.
Our dogs did not have rabies shots, distemper shots, parvo shots, and we
didn't pour chemicals on them or on us to repel fleas and ticks and
mosquitoes.
We followed along in the big white clouds sprayed out by the city trucks
to kill mosquitoes breathing in the wonderful smell of DDT.
We raced around town without adults on Halloween collecting treats and
eating them as we went along without having them x-rayed first.
We drank water from the garden hose and not from a bottle.
We would spend hours building our go-carts out of scraps and then rode
down the hill, only to find out we forgot the brakes. After running into the
bushes a few times we learned to solve the problem.
We would leave home in the morning and play all day, as long as we were
back when the streetlights came on.
No one was able to reach us all day.
We played dodgeball and sometimes the ball would really hurt.
We ate cupcakes, bread and butter, fried fat back for breakfast along
with biscuits made with pure lard, and drank sugar sodas, but we were never
overweight....we were always outside playing.
We played with cap pistols and toy rifles and rubber knives.
We took snakes or frogs or lizards to school, but never guns.
We waded barefoot through muddy water in ditches catching tadpoles and
crawdads.
We cut the grass with push mowers, climbed trees, and walked along the
top of fences like they were tight ropes.
We petted stray dogs and cats and took them home to see if we could keep
them.
We shot off fireworks without supervision or safety precautions and
without getting arrested.
We made match guns out of clothes pins and shot flaming matches at each
other and at passing cars.
We walked or rode our bicycles to and from school in the flaming heat,in
the freezing cold, and in the pouring rain. We were not afraid to accept
a ride home from a total stranger when it was raining. We knocked on
strangers' doors without fear when we were searching for our missing
puppy or kitten.
We left our bicycle lying in the middle of the front yard at night, and
it would still be there in the morning.
There were tryouts for cheerleader and Little League, and not everyone
made the teams. Those who didn't had to learn to deal with disappointment.
Some students weren't as smart as others so they failed a grade and were
held back to repeat the same grade as many times as necessary.
We didn't wear designer clothes to school or drive shinny new cars to
high school. If we had a car to drive, we were happy with anything that would
run no matter what it looked like. We had never even heard of seatbelts
or airbags, which probably not done any good anyway with ten people packed
into a Volkswagen.
That generation produced some of the best risk-takers and problem
solvers.
We had freedom, failure, success and responsibility, and we learned how
to deal with it all.
And you're one of them. Congratulations!
November 20, 2002
Looking back, it's hard to believe that we have lived as long as we have.
As children, we would ride in cars with no seat belts or air bags.
Riding in the back of a pickup truck on a warm day was always a special
treat.
Our houses and baby cribs were covered with bright colored lead-based
paint.
We had no childproof lids on medicine bottles, doors,or cabinets, and
when we rode our bikes, we had no helmets. (Not to mention hitchhiking to town
as a young kid!)
We slept without flame retardant pajamas, without air conditioning, with
doors and windows open.
Our dogs did not have rabies shots, distemper shots, parvo shots, and we
didn't pour chemicals on them or on us to repel fleas and ticks and
mosquitoes.
We followed along in the big white clouds sprayed out by the city trucks
to kill mosquitoes breathing in the wonderful smell of DDT.
We raced around town without adults on Halloween collecting treats and
eating them as we went along without having them x-rayed first.
We drank water from the garden hose and not from a bottle.
We would spend hours building our go-carts out of scraps and then rode
down the hill, only to find out we forgot the brakes. After running into the
bushes a few times we learned to solve the problem.
We would leave home in the morning and play all day, as long as we were
back when the streetlights came on.
No one was able to reach us all day.
We played dodgeball and sometimes the ball would really hurt.
We ate cupcakes, bread and butter, fried fat back for breakfast along
with biscuits made with pure lard, and drank sugar sodas, but we were never
overweight....we were always outside playing.
We played with cap pistols and toy rifles and rubber knives.
We took snakes or frogs or lizards to school, but never guns.
We waded barefoot through muddy water in ditches catching tadpoles and
crawdads.
We cut the grass with push mowers, climbed trees, and walked along the
top of fences like they were tight ropes.
We petted stray dogs and cats and took them home to see if we could keep
them.
We shot off fireworks without supervision or safety precautions and
without getting arrested.
We made match guns out of clothes pins and shot flaming matches at each
other and at passing cars.
We walked or rode our bicycles to and from school in the flaming heat,in
the freezing cold, and in the pouring rain. We were not afraid to accept
a ride home from a total stranger when it was raining. We knocked on
strangers' doors without fear when we were searching for our missing
puppy or kitten.
We left our bicycle lying in the middle of the front yard at night, and
it would still be there in the morning.
There were tryouts for cheerleader and Little League, and not everyone
made the teams. Those who didn't had to learn to deal with disappointment.
Some students weren't as smart as others so they failed a grade and were
held back to repeat the same grade as many times as necessary.
We didn't wear designer clothes to school or drive shinny new cars to
high school. If we had a car to drive, we were happy with anything that would
run no matter what it looked like. We had never even heard of seatbelts
or airbags, which probably not done any good anyway with ten people packed
into a Volkswagen.
That generation produced some of the best risk-takers and problem
solvers.
We had freedom, failure, success and responsibility, and we learned how
to deal with it all.
And you're one of them. Congratulations!
Looking back, it's hard to believe that we have lived as long as we have.
As children, we would ride in cars with no seat belts or air bags.
Riding in the back of a pickup truck on a warm day was always a special
treat.
Our houses and baby cribs were covered with bright colored lead-based
paint.
We had no childproof lids on medicine bottles, doors,or cabinets, and
when we rode our bikes, we had no helmets. (Not to mention hitchhiking to town
as a young kid!)
We slept without flame retardant pajamas, without air conditioning, with
doors and windows open.
Our dogs did not have rabies shots, distemper shots, parvo shots, and we
didn't pour chemicals on them or on us to repel fleas and ticks and
mosquitoes.
We followed along in the big white clouds sprayed out by the city trucks
to kill mosquitoes breathing in the wonderful smell of DDT.
We raced around town without adults on Halloween collecting treats and
eating them as we went along without having them x-rayed first.
We drank water from the garden hose and not from a bottle.
We would spend hours building our go-carts out of scraps and then rode
down the hill, only to find out we forgot the brakes. After running into the
bushes a few times we learned to solve the problem.
We would leave home in the morning and play all day, as long as we were
back when the streetlights came on.
No one was able to reach us all day.
We played dodgeball and sometimes the ball would really hurt.
We ate cupcakes, bread and butter, fried fat back for breakfast along
with biscuits made with pure lard, and drank sugar sodas, but we were never
overweight....we were always outside playing.
We played with cap pistols and toy rifles and rubber knives.
We took snakes or frogs or lizards to school, but never guns.
We waded barefoot through muddy water in ditches catching tadpoles and
crawdads.
We cut the grass with push mowers, climbed trees, and walked along the
top of fences like they were tight ropes.
We petted stray dogs and cats and took them home to see if we could keep
them.
We shot off fireworks without supervision or safety precautions and
without getting arrested.
We made match guns out of clothes pins and shot flaming matches at each
other and at passing cars.
We walked or rode our bicycles to and from school in the flaming heat,in
the freezing cold, and in the pouring rain. We were not afraid to accept
a ride home from a total stranger when it was raining. We knocked on
strangers' doors without fear when we were searching for our missing
puppy or kitten.
We left our bicycle lying in the middle of the front yard at night, and
it would still be there in the morning.
There were tryouts for cheerleader and Little League, and not everyone
made the teams. Those who didn't had to learn to deal with disappointment.
Some students weren't as smart as others so they failed a grade and were
held back to repeat the same grade as many times as necessary.
We didn't wear designer clothes to school or drive shinny new cars to
high school. If we had a car to drive, we were happy with anything that would
run no matter what it looked like. We had never even heard of seatbelts
or airbags, which probably not done any good anyway with ten people packed
into a Volkswagen.
That generation produced some of the best risk-takers and problem
solvers.
We had freedom, failure, success and responsibility, and we learned how
to deal with it all.
And you're one of them. Congratulations!
Looking back, it's hard to believe that we have lived as long as we have.
As children, we would ride in cars with no seat belts or air bags.
Riding in the back of a pickup truck on a warm day was always a special
treat.
Our houses and baby cribs were covered with bright colored lead-based
paint.
We had no childproof lids on medicine bottles, doors,or cabinets, and
when we rode our bikes, we had no helmets. (Not to mention hitchhiking to town
as a young kid!)
We slept without flame retardant pajamas, without air conditioning, with
doors and windows open.
Our dogs did not have rabies shots, distemper shots, parvo shots, and we
didn't pour chemicals on them or on us to repel fleas and ticks and
mosquitoes.
We followed along in the big white clouds sprayed out by the city trucks
to kill mosquitoes breathing in the wonderful smell of DDT.
We raced around town without adults on Halloween collecting treats and
eating them as we went along without having them x-rayed first.
We drank water from the garden hose and not from a bottle.
We would spend hours building our go-carts out of scraps and then rode
down the hill, only to find out we forgot the brakes. After running into the
bushes a few times we learned to solve the problem.
We would leave home in the morning and play all day, as long as we were
back when the streetlights came on.
No one was able to reach us all day.
We played dodgeball and sometimes the ball would really hurt.
We ate cupcakes, bread and butter, fried fat back for breakfast along
with biscuits made with pure lard, and drank sugar sodas, but we were never
overweight....we were always outside playing.
We played with cap pistols and toy rifles and rubber knives.
We took snakes or frogs or lizards to school, but never guns.
We waded barefoot through muddy water in ditches catching tadpoles and
crawdads.
We cut the grass with push mowers, climbed trees, and walked along the
top of fences like they were tight ropes.
We petted stray dogs and cats and took them home to see if we could keep
them.
We shot off fireworks without supervision or safety precautions and
without getting arrested.
We made match guns out of clothes pins and shot flaming matches at each
other and at passing cars.
We walked or rode our bicycles to and from school in the flaming heat,in
the freezing cold, and in the pouring rain. We were not afraid to accept
a ride home from a total stranger when it was raining. We knocked on
strangers' doors without fear when we were searching for our missing
puppy or kitten.
We left our bicycle lying in the middle of the front yard at night, and
it would still be there in the morning.
There were tryouts for cheerleader and Little League, and not everyone
made the teams. Those who didn't had to learn to deal with disappointment.
Some students weren't as smart as others so they failed a grade and were
held back to repeat the same grade as many times as necessary.
We didn't wear designer clothes to school or drive shinny new cars to
high school. If we had a car to drive, we were happy with anything that would
run no matter what it looked like. We had never even heard of seatbelts
or airbags, which probably not done any good anyway with ten people packed
into a Volkswagen.
That generation produced some of the best risk-takers and problem
solvers.
We had freedom, failure, success and responsibility, and we learned how
to deal with it all.
And you're one of them. Congratulations!
Looking back, it's hard to believe that we have lived as long as we have.
As children, we would ride in cars with no seat belts or air bags.
Riding in the back of a pickup truck on a warm day was always a special
treat.
Our houses and baby cribs were covered with bright colored lead-based
paint.
We had no childproof lids on medicine bottles, doors,or cabinets, and
when we rode our bikes, we had no helmets. (Not to mention hitchhiking to town
as a young kid!)
We slept without flame retardant pajamas, without air conditioning, with
doors and windows open.
Our dogs did not have rabies shots, distemper shots, parvo shots, and we
didn't pour chemicals on them or on us to repel fleas and ticks and
mosquitoes.
We followed along in the big white clouds sprayed out by the city trucks
to kill mosquitoes breathing in the wonderful smell of DDT.
We raced around town without adults on Halloween collecting treats and
eating them as we went along without having them x-rayed first.
We drank water from the garden hose and not from a bottle.
We would spend hours building our go-carts out of scraps and then rode
down the hill, only to find out we forgot the brakes. After running into the
bushes a few times we learned to solve the problem.
We would leave home in the morning and play all day, as long as we were
back when the streetlights came on.
No one was able to reach us all day.
We played dodgeball and sometimes the ball would really hurt.
We ate cupcakes, bread and butter, fried fat back for breakfast along
with biscuits made with pure lard, and drank sugar sodas, but we were never
overweight....we were always outside playing.
We played with cap pistols and toy rifles and rubber knives.
We took snakes or frogs or lizards to school, but never guns.
We waded barefoot through muddy water in ditches catching tadpoles and
crawdads.
We cut the grass with push mowers, climbed trees, and walked along the
top of fences like they were tight ropes.
We petted stray dogs and cats and took them home to see if we could keep
them.
We shot off fireworks without supervision or safety precautions and
without getting arrested.
We made match guns out of clothes pins and shot flaming matches at each
other and at passing cars.
We walked or rode our bicycles to and from school in the flaming heat,in
the freezing cold, and in the pouring rain. We were not afraid to accept
a ride home from a total stranger when it was raining. We knocked on
strangers' doors without fear when we were searching for our missing
puppy or kitten.
We left our bicycle lying in the middle of the front yard at night, and
it would still be there in the morning.
There were tryouts for cheerleader and Little League, and not everyone
made the teams. Those who didn't had to learn to deal with disappointment.
Some students weren't as smart as others so they failed a grade and were
held back to repeat the same grade as many times as necessary.
We didn't wear designer clothes to school or drive shinny new cars to
high school. If we had a car to drive, we were happy with anything that would
run no matter what it looked like. We had never even heard of seatbelts
or airbags, which probably not done any good anyway with ten people packed
into a Volkswagen.
That generation produced some of the best risk-takers and problem
solvers.
We had freedom, failure, success and responsibility, and we learned how
to deal with it all.
And you're one of them. Congratulations!
Looking back, it's hard to believe that we have lived as long as we have.
As children, we would ride in cars with no seat belts or air bags.
Riding in the back of a pickup truck on a warm day was always a special
treat.
Our houses and baby cribs were covered with bright colored lead-based
paint.
We had no childproof lids on medicine bottles, doors,or cabinets, and
when we rode our bikes, we had no helmets. (Not to mention hitchhiking to town
as a young kid!)
We slept without flame retardant pajamas, without air conditioning, with
doors and windows open.
Our dogs did not have rabies shots, distemper shots, parvo shots, and we
didn't pour chemicals on them or on us to repel fleas and ticks and
mosquitoes.
We followed along in the big white clouds sprayed out by the city trucks
to kill mosquitoes breathing in the wonderful smell of DDT.
We raced around town without adults on Halloween collecting treats and
eating them as we went along without having them x-rayed first.
We drank water from the garden hose and not from a bottle.
We would spend hours building our go-carts out of scraps and then rode
down the hill, only to find out we forgot the brakes. After running into the
bushes a few times we learned to solve the problem.
We would leave home in the morning and play all day, as long as we were
back when the streetlights came on.
No one was able to reach us all day.
We played dodgeball and sometimes the ball would really hurt.
We ate cupcakes, bread and butter, fried fat back for breakfast along
with biscuits made with pure lard, and drank sugar sodas, but we were never
overweight....we were always outside playing.
We played with cap pistols and toy rifles and rubber knives.
We took snakes or frogs or lizards to school, but never guns.
We waded barefoot through muddy water in ditches catching tadpoles and
crawdads.
We cut the grass with push mowers, climbed trees, and walked along the
top of fences like they were tight ropes.
We petted stray dogs and cats and took them home to see if we could keep
them.
We shot off fireworks without supervision or safety precautions and
without getting arrested.
We made match guns out of clothes pins and shot flaming matches at each
other and at passing cars.
We walked or rode our bicycles to and from school in the flaming heat,in
the freezing cold, and in the pouring rain. We were not afraid to accept
a ride home from a total stranger when it was raining. We knocked on
strangers' doors without fear when we were searching for our missing
puppy or kitten.
We left our bicycle lying in the middle of the front yard at night, and
it would still be there in the morning.
There were tryouts for cheerleader and Little League, and not everyone
made the teams. Those who didn't had to learn to deal with disappointment.
Some students weren't as smart as others so they failed a grade and were
held back to repeat the same grade as many times as necessary.
We didn't wear designer clothes to school or drive shinny new cars to
high school. If we had a car to drive, we were happy with anything that would
run no matter what it looked like. We had never even heard of seatbelts
or airbags, which probably not done any good anyway with ten people packed
into a Volkswagen.
That generation produced some of the best risk-takers and problem
solvers.
We had freedom, failure, success and responsibility, and we learned how
to deal with it all.
And you're one of them. Congratulations!
Looking back, it's hard to believe that we have lived as long as we have.
As children, we would ride in cars with no seat belts or air bags.
Riding in the back of a pickup truck on a warm day was always a special
treat.
Our houses and baby cribs were covered with bright colored lead-based
paint.
We had no childproof lids on medicine bottles, doors,or cabinets, and
when we rode our bikes, we had no helmets. (Not to mention hitchhiking to town
as a young kid!)
We slept without flame retardant pajamas, without air conditioning, with
doors and windows open.
Our dogs did not have rabies shots, distemper shots, parvo shots, and we
didn't pour chemicals on them or on us to repel fleas and ticks and
mosquitoes.
We followed along in the big white clouds sprayed out by the city trucks
to kill mosquitoes breathing in the wonderful smell of DDT.
We raced around town without adults on Halloween collecting treats and
eating them as we went along without having them x-rayed first.
We drank water from the garden hose and not from a bottle.
We would spend hours building our go-carts out of scraps and then rode
down the hill, only to find out we forgot the brakes. After running into the
bushes a few times we learned to solve the problem.
We would leave home in the morning and play all day, as long as we were
back when the streetlights came on.
No one was able to reach us all day.
We played dodgeball and sometimes the ball would really hurt.
We ate cupcakes, bread and butter, fried fat back for breakfast along
with biscuits made with pure lard, and drank sugar sodas, but we were never
overweight....we were always outside playing.
We played with cap pistols and toy rifles and rubber knives.
We took snakes or frogs or lizards to school, but never guns.
We waded barefoot through muddy water in ditches catching tadpoles and
crawdads.
We cut the grass with push mowers, climbed trees, and walked along the
top of fences like they were tight ropes.
We petted stray dogs and cats and took them home to see if we could keep
them.
We shot off fireworks without supervision or safety precautions and
without getting arrested.
We made match guns out of clothes pins and shot flaming matches at each
other and at passing cars.
We walked or rode our bicycles to and from school in the flaming heat,in
the freezing cold, and in the pouring rain. We were not afraid to accept
a ride home from a total stranger when it was raining. We knocked on
strangers' doors without fear when we were searching for our missing
puppy or kitten.
We left our bicycle lying in the middle of the front yard at night, and
it would still be there in the morning.
There were tryouts for cheerleader and Little League, and not everyone
made the teams. Those who didn't had to learn to deal with disappointment.
Some students weren't as smart as others so they failed a grade and were
held back to repeat the same grade as many times as necessary.
We didn't wear designer clothes to school or drive shinny new cars to
high school. If we had a car to drive, we were happy with anything that would
run no matter what it looked like. We had never even heard of seatbelts
or airbags, which probably not done any good anyway with ten people packed
into a Volkswagen.
That generation produced some of the best risk-takers and problem
solvers.
We had freedom, failure, success and responsibility, and we learned how
to deal with it all.
And you're one of them. Congratulations!
Looking back, it's hard to believe that we have lived as long as we have.
As children, we would ride in cars with no seat belts or air bags.
Riding in the back of a pickup truck on a warm day was always a special
treat.
Our houses and baby cribs were covered with bright colored lead-based
paint.
We had no childproof lids on medicine bottles, doors,or cabinets, and
when we rode our bikes, we had no helmets. (Not to mention hitchhiking to town
as a young kid!)
We slept without flame retardant pajamas, without air conditioning, with
doors and windows open.
Our dogs did not have rabies shots, distemper shots, parvo shots, and we
didn't pour chemicals on them or on us to repel fleas and ticks and
mosquitoes.
We followed along in the big white clouds sprayed out by the city trucks
to kill mosquitoes breathing in the wonderful smell of DDT.
We raced around town without adults on Halloween collecting treats and
eating them as we went along without having them x-rayed first.
We drank water from the garden hose and not from a bottle.
We would spend hours building our go-carts out of scraps and then rode
down the hill, only to find out we forgot the brakes. After running into the
bushes a few times we learned to solve the problem.
We would leave home in the morning and play all day, as long as we were
back when the streetlights came on.
No one was able to reach us all day.
We played dodgeball and sometimes the ball would really hurt.
We ate cupcakes, bread and butter, fried fat back for breakfast along
with biscuits made with pure lard, and drank sugar sodas, but we were never
overweight....we were always outside playing.
We played with cap pistols and toy rifles and rubber knives.
We took snakes or frogs or lizards to school, but never guns.
We waded barefoot through muddy water in ditches catching tadpoles and
crawdads.
We cut the grass with push mowers, climbed trees, and walked along the
top of fences like they were tight ropes.
We petted stray dogs and cats and took them home to see if we could keep
them.
We shot off fireworks without supervision or safety precautions and
without getting arrested.
We made match guns out of clothes pins and shot flaming matches at each
other and at passing cars.
We walked or rode our bicycles to and from school in the flaming heat,in
the freezing cold, and in the pouring rain. We were not afraid to accept
a ride home from a total stranger when it was raining. We knocked on
strangers' doors without fear when we were searching for our missing
puppy or kitten.
We left our bicycle lying in the middle of the front yard at night, and
it would still be there in the morning.
There were tryouts for cheerleader and Little League, and not everyone
made the teams. Those who didn't had to learn to deal with disappointment.
Some students weren't as smart as others so they failed a grade and were
held back to repeat the same grade as many times as necessary.
We didn't wear designer clothes to school or drive shinny new cars to
high school. If we had a car to drive, we were happy with anything that would
run no matter what it looked like. We had never even heard of seatbelts
or airbags, which probably not done any good anyway with ten people packed
into a Volkswagen.
That generation produced some of the best risk-takers and problem
solvers.
We had freedom, failure, success and responsibility, and we learned how
to deal with it all.
And you're one of them. Congratulations!
As children, we would ride in cars with no seat belts or air bags.
Riding in the back of a pickup truck on a warm day was always a special
treat.
Our houses and baby cribs were covered with bright colored lead-based
paint.
We had no childproof lids on medicine bottles, doors,or cabinets, and
when we rode our bikes, we had no helmets. (Not to mention hitchhiking to town
as a young kid!)
We slept without flame retardant pajamas, without air conditioning, with
doors and windows open.
Our dogs did not have rabies shots, distemper shots, parvo shots, and we
didn't pour chemicals on them or on us to repel fleas and ticks and
mosquitoes.
We followed along in the big white clouds sprayed out by the city trucks
to kill mosquitoes breathing in the wonderful smell of DDT.
We raced around town without adults on Halloween collecting treats and
eating them as we went along without having them x-rayed first.
We drank water from the garden hose and not from a bottle.
We would spend hours building our go-carts out of scraps and then rode
down the hill, only to find out we forgot the brakes. After running into the
bushes a few times we learned to solve the problem.
We would leave home in the morning and play all day, as long as we were
back when the streetlights came on.
No one was able to reach us all day.
We played dodgeball and sometimes the ball would really hurt.
We ate cupcakes, bread and butter, fried fat back for breakfast along
with biscuits made with pure lard, and drank sugar sodas, but we were never
overweight....we were always outside playing.
We played with cap pistols and toy rifles and rubber knives.
We took snakes or frogs or lizards to school, but never guns.
We waded barefoot through muddy water in ditches catching tadpoles and
crawdads.
We cut the grass with push mowers, climbed trees, and walked along the
top of fences like they were tight ropes.
We petted stray dogs and cats and took them home to see if we could keep
them.
We shot off fireworks without supervision or safety precautions and
without getting arrested.
We made match guns out of clothes pins and shot flaming matches at each
other and at passing cars.
We walked or rode our bicycles to and from school in the flaming heat,in
the freezing cold, and in the pouring rain. We were not afraid to accept
a ride home from a total stranger when it was raining. We knocked on
strangers' doors without fear when we were searching for our missing
puppy or kitten.
We left our bicycle lying in the middle of the front yard at night, and
it would still be there in the morning.
There were tryouts for cheerleader and Little League, and not everyone
made the teams. Those who didn't had to learn to deal with disappointment.
Some students weren't as smart as others so they failed a grade and were
held back to repeat the same grade as many times as necessary.
We didn't wear designer clothes to school or drive shinny new cars to
high school. If we had a car to drive, we were happy with anything that would
run no matter what it looked like. We had never even heard of seatbelts
or airbags, which probably not done any good anyway with ten people packed
into a Volkswagen.
That generation produced some of the best risk-takers and problem
solvers.
We had freedom, failure, success and responsibility, and we learned how
to deal with it all.
And you're one of them. Congratulations!
Looking back, it's hard to believe that we have lived as long as we have.
As children, we would ride in cars with no seat belts or air bags.
Riding in the back of a pickup truck on a warm day was always a special
treat.
Our houses and baby cribs were covered with bright colored lead-based
paint.
We had no childproof lids on medicine bottles, doors,or cabinets, and
when we rode our bikes, we had no helmets. (Not to mention hitchhiking to town
as a young kid!)
We slept without flame retardant pajamas, without air conditioning, with
doors and windows open.
Our dogs did not have rabies shots, distemper shots, parvo shots, and we
didn't pour chemicals on them or on us to repel fleas and ticks and
mosquitoes.
We followed along in the big white clouds sprayed out by the city trucks
to kill mosquitoes breathing in the wonderful smell of DDT.
We raced around town without adults on Halloween collecting treats and
eating them as we went along without having them x-rayed first.
We drank water from the garden hose and not from a bottle.
We would spend hours building our go-carts out of scraps and then rode
down the hill, only to find out we forgot the brakes. After running into the
bushes a few times we learned to solve the problem.
We would leave home in the morning and play all day, as long as we were
back when the streetlights came on.
No one was able to reach us all day.
We played dodgeball and sometimes the ball would really hurt.
We ate cupcakes, bread and butter, fried fat back for breakfast along
with biscuits made with pure lard, and drank sugar sodas, but we were never
overweight....we were always outside playing.
We played with cap pistols and toy rifles and rubber knives.
We took snakes or frogs or lizards to school, but never guns.
We waded barefoot through muddy water in ditches catching tadpoles and
crawdads.
We cut the grass with push mowers, climbed trees, and walked along the
top of fences like they were tight ropes.
We petted stray dogs and cats and took them home to see if we could keep
them.
We shot off fireworks without supervision or safety precautions and
without getting arrested.
We made match guns out of clothes pins and shot flaming matches at each
other and at passing cars.
We walked or rode our bicycles to and from school in the flaming heat,in
the freezing cold, and in the pouring rain. We were not afraid to accept
a ride home from a total stranger when it was raining. We knocked on
strangers' doors without fear when we were searching for our missing
puppy or kitten.
We left our bicycle lying in the middle of the front yard at night, and
it would still be there in the morning.
There were tryouts for cheerleader and Little League, and not everyone
made the teams. Those who didn't had to learn to deal with disappointment.
Some students weren't as smart as others so they failed a grade and were
held back to repeat the same grade as many times as necessary.
We didn't wear designer clothes to school or drive shinny new cars to
high school. If we had a car to drive, we were happy with anything that would
run no matter what it looked like. We had never even heard of seatbelts
or airbags, which probably not done any good anyway with ten people packed
into a Volkswagen.
That generation produced some of the best risk-takers and problem
solvers.
We had freedom, failure, success and responsibility, and we learned how
to deal with it all.
And you're one of them. Congratulations!
As children, we would ride in cars with no seat belts or air bags.
Riding in the back of a pickup truck on a warm day was always a special
treat.
Our houses and baby cribs were covered with bright colored lead-based
paint.
We had no childproof lids on medicine bottles, doors,or cabinets, and
when we rode our bikes, we had no helmets. (Not to mention hitchhiking to town
as a young kid!)
We slept without flame retardant pajamas, without air conditioning, with
doors and windows open.
Our dogs did not have rabies shots, distemper shots, parvo shots, and we
didn't pour chemicals on them or on us to repel fleas and ticks and
mosquitoes.
We followed along in the big white clouds sprayed out by the city trucks
to kill mosquitoes breathing in the wonderful smell of DDT.
We raced around town without adults on Halloween collecting treats and
eating them as we went along without having them x-rayed first.
We drank water from the garden hose and not from a bottle.
We would spend hours building our go-carts out of scraps and then rode
down the hill, only to find out we forgot the brakes. After running into the
bushes a few times we learned to solve the problem.
We would leave home in the morning and play all day, as long as we were
back when the streetlights came on.
No one was able to reach us all day.
We played dodgeball and sometimes the ball would really hurt.
We ate cupcakes, bread and butter, fried fat back for breakfast along
with biscuits made with pure lard, and drank sugar sodas, but we were never
overweight....we were always outside playing.
We played with cap pistols and toy rifles and rubber knives.
We took snakes or frogs or lizards to school, but never guns.
We waded barefoot through muddy water in ditches catching tadpoles and
crawdads.
We cut the grass with push mowers, climbed trees, and walked along the
top of fences like they were tight ropes.
We petted stray dogs and cats and took them home to see if we could keep
them.
We shot off fireworks without supervision or safety precautions and
without getting arrested.
We made match guns out of clothes pins and shot flaming matches at each
other and at passing cars.
We walked or rode our bicycles to and from school in the flaming heat,in
the freezing cold, and in the pouring rain. We were not afraid to accept
a ride home from a total stranger when it was raining. We knocked on
strangers' doors without fear when we were searching for our missing
puppy or kitten.
We left our bicycle lying in the middle of the front yard at night, and
it would still be there in the morning.
There were tryouts for cheerleader and Little League, and not everyone
made the teams. Those who didn't had to learn to deal with disappointment.
Some students weren't as smart as others so they failed a grade and were
held back to repeat the same grade as many times as necessary.
We didn't wear designer clothes to school or drive shinny new cars to
high school. If we had a car to drive, we were happy with anything that would
run no matter what it looked like. We had never even heard of seatbelts
or airbags, which probably not done any good anyway with ten people packed
into a Volkswagen.
That generation produced some of the best risk-takers and problem
solvers.
We had freedom, failure, success and responsibility, and we learned how
to deal with it all.
And you're one of them. Congratulations!
November 19, 2002
IF MEN WROTE PROBLEM PAGES AND ADVICE COLUMNS
Q: My husband wants a threesome with my best friend and me.
A: Obviously your husband cannot get enough of you! Knowing that there is only one of you, he can only settle for the next best thing; your best friend. Far from being an issue, this can only bring you closer together. Why not get some of your old college roommates involved too? If you are still apprehensive, maybe you should let him be with your friends without you. If you're still not sure then just perform oral sex on him and cook him a nice meal while you think about it.
Q: My husband continually asks me to perform oral sex on him.
A: Do it. Semen can help you lose weight and gives a great glow to your skin. Interestingly, men know this. His offer to allow you to perform oral sex on him is totally selfless. This shows he loves you. The best thing to do is to thank him by performing it twice a day then cook him a nice meal.
Q: My husband has too many nights out with the boys.
A: This is perfectly natural behavior and it should be encouraged. The man is a hunter and he needs to prove his prowess with other men. A night out chasing young single girls is great stress relief and can foster a more peaceful and relaxing home. Remember, nothing can rekindle your relationship better than the man being away for a day or two (it's a great time to clean the house too!) Just look at how emotional and happy he is when he returns to his stable home. The best thing to do when he returns home is for you and your best friend to perform oral sex on him then cook him a nice meal.
Q: My husband doesn't know where my clitoris is.
A: Your clitoris is of no concern to your husband. If you must mess with it do it in your own time or ask your best friend to help. You may wish to videotape yourself while doing this, and present it to your husband as a birthday gift. To ease your selfish guilt, perform oral sex on him then cook him a nice meal.
Q: My husband is uninterested in foreplay.
A: You are a bad person for bringing it up and should seek sensitivity training. Foreplay to man is very stressful and time consuming. Sex should be available to your husband on demand with no pesky requests for foreplay. What this means is that you do not love your man as much as you should; He should never have to work to get you in the mood. Stop being so selfish! Perhaps you can make it up to him by performing oral sex on him and cook him a nice meal.
Q: My husband always has an orgasm then rolls over and goes to sleep without giving me one.
A: I'm not sure I understand the problem. Perhaps you've forgotten to cook him a nice meal.
Q: My husband wants a threesome with my best friend and me.
A: Obviously your husband cannot get enough of you! Knowing that there is only one of you, he can only settle for the next best thing; your best friend. Far from being an issue, this can only bring you closer together. Why not get some of your old college roommates involved too? If you are still apprehensive, maybe you should let him be with your friends without you. If you're still not sure then just perform oral sex on him and cook him a nice meal while you think about it.
Q: My husband continually asks me to perform oral sex on him.
A: Do it. Semen can help you lose weight and gives a great glow to your skin. Interestingly, men know this. His offer to allow you to perform oral sex on him is totally selfless. This shows he loves you. The best thing to do is to thank him by performing it twice a day then cook him a nice meal.
Q: My husband has too many nights out with the boys.
A: This is perfectly natural behavior and it should be encouraged. The man is a hunter and he needs to prove his prowess with other men. A night out chasing young single girls is great stress relief and can foster a more peaceful and relaxing home. Remember, nothing can rekindle your relationship better than the man being away for a day or two (it's a great time to clean the house too!) Just look at how emotional and happy he is when he returns to his stable home. The best thing to do when he returns home is for you and your best friend to perform oral sex on him then cook him a nice meal.
Q: My husband doesn't know where my clitoris is.
A: Your clitoris is of no concern to your husband. If you must mess with it do it in your own time or ask your best friend to help. You may wish to videotape yourself while doing this, and present it to your husband as a birthday gift. To ease your selfish guilt, perform oral sex on him then cook him a nice meal.
Q: My husband is uninterested in foreplay.
A: You are a bad person for bringing it up and should seek sensitivity training. Foreplay to man is very stressful and time consuming. Sex should be available to your husband on demand with no pesky requests for foreplay. What this means is that you do not love your man as much as you should; He should never have to work to get you in the mood. Stop being so selfish! Perhaps you can make it up to him by performing oral sex on him and cook him a nice meal.
Q: My husband always has an orgasm then rolls over and goes to sleep without giving me one.
A: I'm not sure I understand the problem. Perhaps you've forgotten to cook him a nice meal.
November 18, 2002
Make the call for a lower rate
By Lucy Lazarony • Bankrate.com
Make the call.
A five-minute phone call to your credit card issuer could save you hundreds, even thousands, of dollars in interest charges.
"There's no incentive for them to lower your rate unless you call. The squeaky wheel gets the oil," says Brad Dakake, a consumer advocate with Massachusetts Public Interest Research Group.
Not convinced that a card company will give you a lower interest rate just because you call and ask nicely?
Check out the results of a recent, national survey by the U.S. Public Interest Research Group. Fifty consumers of all credit backgrounds called credit card issuers and asked for lower rates. More than half, 56 percent, scored lower rates. How low did the rates go?
The 28 consumers who landed lower rates saw the APRs on their cards drop from an average of 16 percent to 10.47 percent.
Story continues below
Slicing interest rates by more than one-third by making a quick phone call is pretty impressive. A handful of consumers did exceptionally well.
One cardholder from Colorado saw his 14.99 percent rate reduced to zero for six months. That's quite a deal.
Another cardholder from New Mexico saw the APR on her credit card drop from 31.12 percent to 14.65 percent. Until she called, she had no idea she'd been paying a penalty interest rate.
"She didn't realize that for six months she was paying this outrageous 31 percent interest rate," says Dakake, the principal author of the rate reduction survey and study.
It can't hurt to ask
Why are card issuers so willing to cut interest rates for so many of their customers? For one thing, competition in the credit card industry is fierce. If you're a good customer, a card company is going to want to hang on to you.
"It costs them a couple hundred bucks to acquire a new customer and it's not so easy anymore," says Howard Strong, author of What Every Credit Card User Needs to Know.
And thanks to Alan Greenspan, issuers can afford to make rate cuts for their customers. The Federal Reserve cut interest rates 11 times in 2001, making it much cheaper for issuers to borrow the money they lend to customers.
"They can afford to give consumers a break," Dakake says. "And they'll do it to keep your business."
And while it's not quite a matter of ask and ye shall receive a lower credit card rate, it's pretty darn close. All the consumers who participated in the PIRG survey were given the following sample script.
Hi, my name is [Your Name]. I am a good customer, but I have received several offers in the mail from other credit card companies with lower APRs. I want a lower rate on my card, or I will cancel my card and switch companies.
And that's it. Even folks who dread confrontations ought to be able to handle that. You only need to be assertive for a matter of seconds.
"Additionally, a lot of people would ask for a 10-point reduction," Dakake says. "A lot of people aren't going to get that, but I think it's important to shoot high."
Persistence really pays
Strong, who teaches a class for people with credit problems, encourages all of his students to call their credit card issuers and ask for lower rates. Many do just that. How many are successful?
"I would say three out of four easy," Strong says.
He encourages folks who are denied rate reductions to try again another day. You may reach a more cooperative customer service rep. You may be sent to an agent who specializes in keeping customers who are threatening to leave.
Be persistent and make it clear that you'll close your account if your interest rate is not lowered.
"Persistence pays in these matters," Strong says. "If the rep won't do it for you, ask for a supervisor."
Keep your request simple.
"I personally like the line, 'What can you do to help me out?' " Strong says. "Another classic negotiating line is 'Can you do any better?' "
If your card company won't budge, it's time to start looking for a better deal. This search engine from Bankrate.com can help you search for card deals from issuers from around the country. This worksheet shows you how to transfer a balance to a lower rate card without a hitch.
Looking for a better credit card? Check rates in your area.
"You have to be prepared to move your account if they don't do anything for you," Strong says. "Some of these places are really hard line."
Not everyone who asks is going to get a lower interest rate. But long-time customers may have a better chance than newer customers.
The consumers in the PIRG survey who saw their rates reduced had been with their card companies an average of four years. They were also using only 27 percent of their credit lines.
Newer customers with higher balances may have a tougher time getting their interest rates knocked down. But it's still worth a shot.
"It's well worth a five-minute phone call," Dakake says. "Why would you want to pay even $10 more to your credit card company if you don't have to?"
By Lucy Lazarony • Bankrate.com
Make the call.
A five-minute phone call to your credit card issuer could save you hundreds, even thousands, of dollars in interest charges.
"There's no incentive for them to lower your rate unless you call. The squeaky wheel gets the oil," says Brad Dakake, a consumer advocate with Massachusetts Public Interest Research Group.
Not convinced that a card company will give you a lower interest rate just because you call and ask nicely?
Check out the results of a recent, national survey by the U.S. Public Interest Research Group. Fifty consumers of all credit backgrounds called credit card issuers and asked for lower rates. More than half, 56 percent, scored lower rates. How low did the rates go?
The 28 consumers who landed lower rates saw the APRs on their cards drop from an average of 16 percent to 10.47 percent.
Story continues below
Slicing interest rates by more than one-third by making a quick phone call is pretty impressive. A handful of consumers did exceptionally well.
One cardholder from Colorado saw his 14.99 percent rate reduced to zero for six months. That's quite a deal.
Another cardholder from New Mexico saw the APR on her credit card drop from 31.12 percent to 14.65 percent. Until she called, she had no idea she'd been paying a penalty interest rate.
"She didn't realize that for six months she was paying this outrageous 31 percent interest rate," says Dakake, the principal author of the rate reduction survey and study.
It can't hurt to ask
Why are card issuers so willing to cut interest rates for so many of their customers? For one thing, competition in the credit card industry is fierce. If you're a good customer, a card company is going to want to hang on to you.
"It costs them a couple hundred bucks to acquire a new customer and it's not so easy anymore," says Howard Strong, author of What Every Credit Card User Needs to Know.
And thanks to Alan Greenspan, issuers can afford to make rate cuts for their customers. The Federal Reserve cut interest rates 11 times in 2001, making it much cheaper for issuers to borrow the money they lend to customers.
"They can afford to give consumers a break," Dakake says. "And they'll do it to keep your business."
And while it's not quite a matter of ask and ye shall receive a lower credit card rate, it's pretty darn close. All the consumers who participated in the PIRG survey were given the following sample script.
Hi, my name is [Your Name]. I am a good customer, but I have received several offers in the mail from other credit card companies with lower APRs. I want a lower rate on my card, or I will cancel my card and switch companies.
And that's it. Even folks who dread confrontations ought to be able to handle that. You only need to be assertive for a matter of seconds.
"Additionally, a lot of people would ask for a 10-point reduction," Dakake says. "A lot of people aren't going to get that, but I think it's important to shoot high."
Persistence really pays
Strong, who teaches a class for people with credit problems, encourages all of his students to call their credit card issuers and ask for lower rates. Many do just that. How many are successful?
"I would say three out of four easy," Strong says.
He encourages folks who are denied rate reductions to try again another day. You may reach a more cooperative customer service rep. You may be sent to an agent who specializes in keeping customers who are threatening to leave.
Be persistent and make it clear that you'll close your account if your interest rate is not lowered.
"Persistence pays in these matters," Strong says. "If the rep won't do it for you, ask for a supervisor."
Keep your request simple.
"I personally like the line, 'What can you do to help me out?' " Strong says. "Another classic negotiating line is 'Can you do any better?' "
If your card company won't budge, it's time to start looking for a better deal. This search engine from Bankrate.com can help you search for card deals from issuers from around the country. This worksheet shows you how to transfer a balance to a lower rate card without a hitch.
Looking for a better credit card? Check rates in your area.
"You have to be prepared to move your account if they don't do anything for you," Strong says. "Some of these places are really hard line."
Not everyone who asks is going to get a lower interest rate. But long-time customers may have a better chance than newer customers.
The consumers in the PIRG survey who saw their rates reduced had been with their card companies an average of four years. They were also using only 27 percent of their credit lines.
Newer customers with higher balances may have a tougher time getting their interest rates knocked down. But it's still worth a shot.
"It's well worth a five-minute phone call," Dakake says. "Why would you want to pay even $10 more to your credit card company if you don't have to?"
What a Monday ~ I have decided that its time for MEN to come to me. I am completely finished with making contact any MEN in my life. This includes, phone calls, voice mail messages, text messages, emails, and surprise visits. All weekend I stayed home with no personal contact from MEN. How dissapointing. Why is that.
I am always the one making the effort. And now, its there turn. You want me, come and get me. If you can find me....
So, how was everyone's weekend. Im not sharing mine, this is a new week, and I would much rather have positive information to share rather than keep bitching about how miserable I am here living in this crap state with no money and a shitty job market.
Today should be a good one for me, I seem to be in a good mood today. The moon is in Taurus...
my horoscope says ( focus on direction,motivation, and meditation. questions relating to partnership and marriage loom large. Pull some punches. Dont let everyone know everything all at once. Someone who was previously cool cant keep his or her hands off of you. Very sensual!~) hmmmm.....
Have a great day, ~me
I am always the one making the effort. And now, its there turn. You want me, come and get me. If you can find me....
So, how was everyone's weekend. Im not sharing mine, this is a new week, and I would much rather have positive information to share rather than keep bitching about how miserable I am here living in this crap state with no money and a shitty job market.
Today should be a good one for me, I seem to be in a good mood today. The moon is in Taurus...
my horoscope says ( focus on direction,motivation, and meditation. questions relating to partnership and marriage loom large. Pull some punches. Dont let everyone know everything all at once. Someone who was previously cool cant keep his or her hands off of you. Very sensual!~) hmmmm.....
Have a great day, ~me
November 16, 2002
Today I feel like sharing 2 letters. One that I worte last night and then the response email to follow.
The content is intimate, and the thoughts are of two separated lovers.
Crazy me, I think its beneficial to post this as it is a futher extension of my thoughts, which normally
I would write in to the post, but this way you, and I have a better understanding of where Im coming from....
who knows,,,,,, so on with the post.. :)
************************************************************************************************************************************
Just wanted to say how much I truly miss you, we dont talk as often as I'd like but I never know
whats going on with you, I know I still often dominate a conversation but when I ask you whats
up I still dont know really how your doing or what might be new or exciting with you. I have been
feeling funny lately most likely due to the knowledge and sight of my birth mother and her life,
and her voice, etc. But I always write, even if its a quick message to your cell phone.
I so dont know whether im bugging you or your tired of it, or you want me to stop, or should I continue.
I love you, still. Your often all I think about when im lonley or need some one to share somehting with,
when i sleep at night i still say good night to you and when i sleep i dream that your there while im
clutched to my pillow... My life sure isnt how I planned it and though no one ever promised it would be
I had higher expectations on the outcome of moving here. This I think we all know by now. The wages
suck, the job market is crap. Its rougher than I thought living without you. April 10th is going to be here
soon enough and I still feel like I cant live without you... i feel lost in a way. I have had the chance to
open myself up to the world and myself. learned to express in many different ways, and have started
writing on a daily basis, not only to share but to learn from what I write and what i think and where I
might have been coming from when I write. So the spiritual growth and lessons in patience have been
incredible, so all is not entirely hopeless. Living here with mom again is still quite trying at times,
which makes me miss your family and mother, they seem more stable in certain aspects. Laura has
the manipulation and control of Tera and Bailey, whether its what she wants or not it has affected the
distance between her and her friends as im not alone in my point of view after spending some time with
her friends and discussing the situation. So the lack of her in my life is trying as well. My relationship
with Liz still has its moments as I would expect any roomie situation would be..... but overall its improving.
Another lesson for me.... On a more postive side of my opinions I think its great that you have a social life again,
and have friends that love you and spend time with you.. for many years you had a limit on that,
im glad that is different for you. I have taken on a different approach alot of me time, alone, spent in
wonder and learning, reading. Its not too often that im out and about or having company. I often talk
about it but nothing ever happens, im a chicken shit, and I only think of spending time with you, thats
a limit im still comfortable with so thats mine. Still working on making the house more comfotable to
create a more enriching environment to stimulate me and allow me to thrive in some capacity... :) Im
going to be 31 this year with no clue as to what I want to be or become, of course I have high hopes
and apirations, but no money to begin. I get nothing but dis couragement from my family when I think
about school or another career. its not right. Ive said it a hundred times or more and its true I miss my friend.
subject change,
Kira suddenly loves the puppy she had found a playmate, as chance still rarely partakes in physical activity with her.
Its really cool to see the puppy and her go at it. It wears her out and the puppy,, a ball of energy comes back for more
and more. his name has changed again, it went from bodean to boscoe, to tanner. Who knows where the lil pup will
end up, prolly just as confused as the rest of us :) Liz has been on vacation and has only left the house once.
She has got some work done though which is a big help, yesterday she started moving river rocks out front and
helping me with the weeds. tom is coming over saturday to look at the heater. what a putz he has become.
He is so pussy whipped by his woman that she had the nerve to think he was messing around with liz when
he came over here. they apparently have gotten into several arguments over coming here to work and fix stuff.
its going to be 38 tonight, and we have no heat. the furnace lights and the burner kicks on but the fan will only
come on in the cool position, he thinks im a moron when I tell him its not working. Im not a moron. and I dont
care about his bitch issues, I just know I dont like to wake up cold, it makes me grouchy. ha. So lord only
knows how long he'll dick around with fixing that, the gas water heater is putzing out too. We are lucky to get
10 minutes in the shower. He has a money pit starting here. Oh well liz nor I could do this well in an apt,
so we are staying put. Unfortunatley I cant afford to move right now anyway...
Its finally becoming winter here, and its beautiful, the clean crisp morning air and the sunrise of color across
the mountains sure has been pretty. temps topping out at 70 during the day is really pleasant.
i thnk ive officially run out of steam here so im going to prep for bed, I need to wash up and brush
let the pups out and hit the sack, I almost forgot I go in earlier on saturday so I cant stay up much later.
well man, youve heard it before and i'll say it again, i hope your well, and Im thinking of you.
I certainly miss you, and I truly love you. Please please drop me a note from time to time just so I dont have to.
Let me know your there, and ok, even if just a one liner.... I'd like that. anything.
If you see your mom this weekend tell her thanks again for the chat last weekend and im glad she
had a good time gambling. Its always nice to hear from her. give her a hug for me when you see her next.
Talk to you later,
************************************************************************************************************************************************************************************************************************************************************************
response email
hey man!
haven't been much on writing anyone....
been very selfabsorbed lately! and i need that! also have had issues to deal with here!
seems like there are issues all over at this time! but muddleing thru them as i do, by keeping
to myself and being introspective and paying close attention to those little corners of life that we choose to take!
the lawyer next to dad's made an offer on his place....... $25,000 is all he wants to give us for it..LOL.....
we aren't even going to respond to that! so i'm back to square one, as i was a 2 years ago! don't know
what i'm goin to do, don't want to live at len's forever!!!! have had thoughts of taking the house over again,
but i don't want to do it on my own! its too big, and my business is still a little up and down.... plus loans
to fix it up, and loans to pay off rob and lisa! i just don't know yet..
still have too much going on here to just leave... i really want to take over hollywood pics when barb retire's,,
,so i have to stay here to do that... still have mixed feelings on the area, but its the same all over the country...
also i want to be set up next spring to offer carol crawford a place to come and stay and get a hip replacement
and let me help her get on her feet again... but don't know how that will play out yet!!!
most of the time you don't bug me.... sometimes you get too needy and i'm not goin there again....
if its a day or two, no big deal, but when it goes past that there is a patteren and a problem!
last summer when you where here for the wedding, and we got along so well... then you went back,
and again everything became about you! and it seemed to be the same old story! what would you do?
i still hold to my guns, that if you want to be here, you will make it happen without my influence.
as i never have, i can't promise you anything will work, or be a ok... that takes two! my half and your half!
i know myself well, and i don't want to get you caught up and stuff i can';t deal with.. ie.....
a selfish relationship! it would be awesome to have you here again, and in my life, but if its all for you,
it wouldn't work!
have thought about sending you money to move back, but then that gets into stuff like.....
how would it affect you and your mom's relation... is it what you really want....ect........
it seems, when we talk, you still go to that insecure place and you get funny! what can be done with that?
i don't want to take care of you and your feelings again. if your here i want,
as i have always wanted, to share and give and take,, like my little mind says it should be!
your getting some great lessons living with liz........ i couldn't have asked for anything better....
oh sorry, did i say that out loud!! LOL
so i keep this blind faith that all is as it should be.. no matter if its what i want or not!
on that note...............
i still think about you all the time also, but as you know me, i have to keep centered.
talk to you soon.
love and miss you
************************************************************************************************************************************
there ya go, click that little COMMENTS button and send me your thoughts. Its all good.
So dont hold back. Love to all~ me
The content is intimate, and the thoughts are of two separated lovers.
Crazy me, I think its beneficial to post this as it is a futher extension of my thoughts, which normally
I would write in to the post, but this way you, and I have a better understanding of where Im coming from....
who knows,,,,,, so on with the post.. :)
************************************************************************************************************************************
Just wanted to say how much I truly miss you, we dont talk as often as I'd like but I never know
whats going on with you, I know I still often dominate a conversation but when I ask you whats
up I still dont know really how your doing or what might be new or exciting with you. I have been
feeling funny lately most likely due to the knowledge and sight of my birth mother and her life,
and her voice, etc. But I always write, even if its a quick message to your cell phone.
I so dont know whether im bugging you or your tired of it, or you want me to stop, or should I continue.
I love you, still. Your often all I think about when im lonley or need some one to share somehting with,
when i sleep at night i still say good night to you and when i sleep i dream that your there while im
clutched to my pillow... My life sure isnt how I planned it and though no one ever promised it would be
I had higher expectations on the outcome of moving here. This I think we all know by now. The wages
suck, the job market is crap. Its rougher than I thought living without you. April 10th is going to be here
soon enough and I still feel like I cant live without you... i feel lost in a way. I have had the chance to
open myself up to the world and myself. learned to express in many different ways, and have started
writing on a daily basis, not only to share but to learn from what I write and what i think and where I
might have been coming from when I write. So the spiritual growth and lessons in patience have been
incredible, so all is not entirely hopeless. Living here with mom again is still quite trying at times,
which makes me miss your family and mother, they seem more stable in certain aspects. Laura has
the manipulation and control of Tera and Bailey, whether its what she wants or not it has affected the
distance between her and her friends as im not alone in my point of view after spending some time with
her friends and discussing the situation. So the lack of her in my life is trying as well. My relationship
with Liz still has its moments as I would expect any roomie situation would be..... but overall its improving.
Another lesson for me.... On a more postive side of my opinions I think its great that you have a social life again,
and have friends that love you and spend time with you.. for many years you had a limit on that,
im glad that is different for you. I have taken on a different approach alot of me time, alone, spent in
wonder and learning, reading. Its not too often that im out and about or having company. I often talk
about it but nothing ever happens, im a chicken shit, and I only think of spending time with you, thats
a limit im still comfortable with so thats mine. Still working on making the house more comfotable to
create a more enriching environment to stimulate me and allow me to thrive in some capacity... :) Im
going to be 31 this year with no clue as to what I want to be or become, of course I have high hopes
and apirations, but no money to begin. I get nothing but dis couragement from my family when I think
about school or another career. its not right. Ive said it a hundred times or more and its true I miss my friend.
subject change,
Kira suddenly loves the puppy she had found a playmate, as chance still rarely partakes in physical activity with her.
Its really cool to see the puppy and her go at it. It wears her out and the puppy,, a ball of energy comes back for more
and more. his name has changed again, it went from bodean to boscoe, to tanner. Who knows where the lil pup will
end up, prolly just as confused as the rest of us :) Liz has been on vacation and has only left the house once.
She has got some work done though which is a big help, yesterday she started moving river rocks out front and
helping me with the weeds. tom is coming over saturday to look at the heater. what a putz he has become.
He is so pussy whipped by his woman that she had the nerve to think he was messing around with liz when
he came over here. they apparently have gotten into several arguments over coming here to work and fix stuff.
its going to be 38 tonight, and we have no heat. the furnace lights and the burner kicks on but the fan will only
come on in the cool position, he thinks im a moron when I tell him its not working. Im not a moron. and I dont
care about his bitch issues, I just know I dont like to wake up cold, it makes me grouchy. ha. So lord only
knows how long he'll dick around with fixing that, the gas water heater is putzing out too. We are lucky to get
10 minutes in the shower. He has a money pit starting here. Oh well liz nor I could do this well in an apt,
so we are staying put. Unfortunatley I cant afford to move right now anyway...
Its finally becoming winter here, and its beautiful, the clean crisp morning air and the sunrise of color across
the mountains sure has been pretty. temps topping out at 70 during the day is really pleasant.
i thnk ive officially run out of steam here so im going to prep for bed, I need to wash up and brush
let the pups out and hit the sack, I almost forgot I go in earlier on saturday so I cant stay up much later.
well man, youve heard it before and i'll say it again, i hope your well, and Im thinking of you.
I certainly miss you, and I truly love you. Please please drop me a note from time to time just so I dont have to.
Let me know your there, and ok, even if just a one liner.... I'd like that. anything.
If you see your mom this weekend tell her thanks again for the chat last weekend and im glad she
had a good time gambling. Its always nice to hear from her. give her a hug for me when you see her next.
Talk to you later,
************************************************************************************************************************************************************************************************************************************************************************
response email
hey man!
haven't been much on writing anyone....
been very selfabsorbed lately! and i need that! also have had issues to deal with here!
seems like there are issues all over at this time! but muddleing thru them as i do, by keeping
to myself and being introspective and paying close attention to those little corners of life that we choose to take!
the lawyer next to dad's made an offer on his place....... $25,000 is all he wants to give us for it..LOL.....
we aren't even going to respond to that! so i'm back to square one, as i was a 2 years ago! don't know
what i'm goin to do, don't want to live at len's forever!!!! have had thoughts of taking the house over again,
but i don't want to do it on my own! its too big, and my business is still a little up and down.... plus loans
to fix it up, and loans to pay off rob and lisa! i just don't know yet..
still have too much going on here to just leave... i really want to take over hollywood pics when barb retire's,,
,so i have to stay here to do that... still have mixed feelings on the area, but its the same all over the country...
also i want to be set up next spring to offer carol crawford a place to come and stay and get a hip replacement
and let me help her get on her feet again... but don't know how that will play out yet!!!
most of the time you don't bug me.... sometimes you get too needy and i'm not goin there again....
if its a day or two, no big deal, but when it goes past that there is a patteren and a problem!
last summer when you where here for the wedding, and we got along so well... then you went back,
and again everything became about you! and it seemed to be the same old story! what would you do?
i still hold to my guns, that if you want to be here, you will make it happen without my influence.
as i never have, i can't promise you anything will work, or be a ok... that takes two! my half and your half!
i know myself well, and i don't want to get you caught up and stuff i can';t deal with.. ie.....
a selfish relationship! it would be awesome to have you here again, and in my life, but if its all for you,
it wouldn't work!
have thought about sending you money to move back, but then that gets into stuff like.....
how would it affect you and your mom's relation... is it what you really want....ect........
it seems, when we talk, you still go to that insecure place and you get funny! what can be done with that?
i don't want to take care of you and your feelings again. if your here i want,
as i have always wanted, to share and give and take,, like my little mind says it should be!
your getting some great lessons living with liz........ i couldn't have asked for anything better....
oh sorry, did i say that out loud!! LOL
so i keep this blind faith that all is as it should be.. no matter if its what i want or not!
on that note...............
i still think about you all the time also, but as you know me, i have to keep centered.
talk to you soon.
love and miss you
************************************************************************************************************************************
there ya go, click that little COMMENTS button and send me your thoughts. Its all good.
So dont hold back. Love to all~ me
Today I feel like sharing 2 letters. One that I worte last night and then the response email to follow.
The content is intimate, and the thoughts are of two separated lovers. Crazy me, I think its beneficial to post this as it is a futher extension of my thoughts, which normally I would write in to the post, but this way you, and I have a better understanding of where Im coming from.... who knows,,,,,, so on with the post.. :)
************************************************************************************************************************************
Just wanted to say how much I truly miss you, we dont talk as often as I'd like but I never know whats going on with you, I know I still often dominate a conversation but when I ask you whats up I still dont know really how your doing or what might be new or exciting with you. I have been feeling funny lately most likely due to the knowledge and sight of my birth mother and her life, and her voice, etc. But I always write, even if its a quick message to your cell phone.
I so dont know whether im bugging you or your tired of it, or you want me to stop, or should I continue. I love you, still. Your often all I think about when im lonley or need some one to share somehting with, when i sleep at night i still say good night to you and when i sleep i dream that your there while im clutched to my pillow... My life sure isnt how I planned it and though no one ever promised it would be I had higher expectations on the outcome of moving here. This I think we all know by now. The wages suck, the job market is crap. Its rougher than I thought living without you. April 10th is going to be here soon enough and I still feel like I cant live without you... i feel lost in a way. I have had the chance to open myself up to the world and myself. learned to express in many different ways, and have started writing on a daily basis, not only to share but to learn from what I write and what i think and where I might have been coming from when I write. So the spiritual growth and lessons in patience have been incredible, so all is not entirely hopeless. Living here with mom again is still quite trying at times, which makes me miss your family and mother, they seem more stable in certain aspects. Laura has the manipulation and control of Tera and Bailey, whether its what she wants or not it has affected the distance between her and her friends as im not alone in my point of view after spending some time with her friends and discussing the situation. So the lack of her in my life is trying as well. My relationship with Liz still has its moments as I would expect any roomie situation would be..... but overall its improving. Another lesson for me.... On a more postive side of my opinions I think its great that you have a social life again, and have friends that love you and spend time with you.. for many years you had a limit on that, im glad that is different for you. I have taken on a different approach alot of me time, alone, spent in wonder and learning, reading. Its not too often that im out and about or having company. I often talk about it but nothing ever happens, im a chicken shit, and I only think of spending time with you, thats a limit im still comfortable with so thats mine. Still working on making the house more comfotable to create a more enriching environment to stimulate me and allow me to thrive in some capacity... :) Im going to be 31 this year with no clue as to what I want to be or become, of course I have high hopes and apirations, but no money to begin. I get nothing but dis couragement from my family when I think about school or another career. its not right. Ive said it a hundred times or more and its true I miss my friend.
subject change,
Kira suddenly loves the puppy she had found a playmate, as chance still rarely partakes in physical activity with her.
Its really cool to see the puppy and her go at it. It wears her out and the puppy,, a ball of energy comes back for more and more. his name has changed again, it went from bodean to boscoe, to tanner. Who knows where the lil pup will end up, prolly just as confused as the rest of us :) Liz has been on vacation and has only left the house once.
She has got some work done though which is a big help, yesterday she started moving river rocks out front and helping me with the weeds. tom is coming over saturday to look at the heater. what a putz he has become. He is so pussy whipped by his woman that she had the nerve to think he was messing around with liz when he came over here. they apparently have gotten into several arguments over coming here to work and fix stuff. its going to be 38 tonight, and we have no heat. the furnace lights and the burner kicks on but the fan will only come on in the cool position, he thinks im a moron when I tell him its not working. Im not a moron. and I dont care about his bitch issues, I just know I dont like to wake up cold, it makes me grouchy. ha. So lord only knows how long he'll dick around with fixing that, the gas water heater is putzing out too. We are lucky to get 10 minutes in the shower. He has a money pit starting here. Oh well liz nor I could do this well in an apt, so we are staying put. Unfortunatley I cant afford to move right now anyway...
Its finally becoming winter here, and its beautiful, the clean crisp morning air and the sunrise of color across the mountains sure has been pretty. temps topping out at 70 during the day is really pleasant.
i thnk ive officially run out of steam here so im going to prep for bed, I need to wash up and brush let the pups out and hit the sack, I almost forgot I go in earlier on saturday so I cant stay up much later.
well man, youve heard it before and i'll say it again, i hope your well, and Im thinking of you.
I certainly miss you, and I truly love you. Please please drop me a note from time to time just so I dont have to.
Let me know your there, and ok, even if just a one liner.... I'd like that. anything.
If you see your mom this weekend tell her thanks again for the chat last weekend and im glad she had a good time gambling. Its always nice to hear from her. give her a hug for me when you see her next.
Talk to you later,
************************************************************************************************************************************************************************************************************************************************************************
response email
hey man!
haven't been much on writing anyone....
been very selfabsorbed lately! and i need that! also have had issues to deal with here!
seems like there are issues all over at this time! but muddleing thru them as i do, by keeping to myself and being introspective and paying close attention to those little corners of life that we choose to take!
the lawyer next to dad's made an offer on his place....... $25,000 is all he wants to give us for it..LOL..... we aren't even going to respond to that! so i'm back to square one, as i was a 2 years ago! don't know what i'm goin to do, don't want to live at len's forever!!!! have had thoughts of taking the house over again, but i don't want to do it on my own! its too big, and my business is still a little up and down.... plus loans to fix it up, and loans to pay off rob and lisa! i just don't know yet..
still have too much going on here to just leave... i really want to take over hollywood pics when barb retire's,,,so i have to stay here to do that... still have mixed feelings on the area, but its the same all over the country...
also i want to be set up next spring to offer carol crawford a place to come and stay and get a hip replacement and let me help her get on her feet again... but don't know how that will play out yet!!!
most of the time you don't bug me.... sometimes you get too needy and i'm not goin there again.... if its a day or two, no big deal, but when it goes past that there is a patteren and a problem! last summer when you where here for the wedding, and we got along so well... then you went back, and again everything became about you! and it seemed to be the same old story! what would you do?
i still hold to my guns, that if you want to be here, you will make it happen without my influence. as i never have, i can't promise you anything will work, or be a ok... that takes two! my half and your half! i know myself well, and i don't want to get you caught up and stuff i can';t deal with.. ie..... a selfish relationship! it would be awesome to have you here again, and in my life, but if its all for you, it wouldn't work!
have thought about sending you money to move back, but then that gets into stuff like..... how would it affect you and your mom's relation... is it what you really want....ect........
it seems, when we talk, you still go to that insecure place and you get funny! what can be done with that? i don't want to take care of you and your feelings again. if your here i want, as i have always wanted, to share and give and take,, like my little mind says it should be! your getting some great lessons living with liz........ i couldn't have asked for anything better.... oh sorry, did i say that out loud!! LOL
so i keep this blind faith that all is as it should be.. no matter if its what i want or not!
on that note...............
i still think about you all the time also, but as you know me, i have to keep centered.
talk to you soon.
love and miss you
************************************************************************************************************************************
there ya go, click that little COMMENTS button and send me your thoughts. Its all good. So dont hold back. Love to all~ me
The content is intimate, and the thoughts are of two separated lovers. Crazy me, I think its beneficial to post this as it is a futher extension of my thoughts, which normally I would write in to the post, but this way you, and I have a better understanding of where Im coming from.... who knows,,,,,, so on with the post.. :)
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Just wanted to say how much I truly miss you, we dont talk as often as I'd like but I never know whats going on with you, I know I still often dominate a conversation but when I ask you whats up I still dont know really how your doing or what might be new or exciting with you. I have been feeling funny lately most likely due to the knowledge and sight of my birth mother and her life, and her voice, etc. But I always write, even if its a quick message to your cell phone.
I so dont know whether im bugging you or your tired of it, or you want me to stop, or should I continue. I love you, still. Your often all I think about when im lonley or need some one to share somehting with, when i sleep at night i still say good night to you and when i sleep i dream that your there while im clutched to my pillow... My life sure isnt how I planned it and though no one ever promised it would be I had higher expectations on the outcome of moving here. This I think we all know by now. The wages suck, the job market is crap. Its rougher than I thought living without you. April 10th is going to be here soon enough and I still feel like I cant live without you... i feel lost in a way. I have had the chance to open myself up to the world and myself. learned to express in many different ways, and have started writing on a daily basis, not only to share but to learn from what I write and what i think and where I might have been coming from when I write. So the spiritual growth and lessons in patience have been incredible, so all is not entirely hopeless. Living here with mom again is still quite trying at times, which makes me miss your family and mother, they seem more stable in certain aspects. Laura has the manipulation and control of Tera and Bailey, whether its what she wants or not it has affected the distance between her and her friends as im not alone in my point of view after spending some time with her friends and discussing the situation. So the lack of her in my life is trying as well. My relationship with Liz still has its moments as I would expect any roomie situation would be..... but overall its improving. Another lesson for me.... On a more postive side of my opinions I think its great that you have a social life again, and have friends that love you and spend time with you.. for many years you had a limit on that, im glad that is different for you. I have taken on a different approach alot of me time, alone, spent in wonder and learning, reading. Its not too often that im out and about or having company. I often talk about it but nothing ever happens, im a chicken shit, and I only think of spending time with you, thats a limit im still comfortable with so thats mine. Still working on making the house more comfotable to create a more enriching environment to stimulate me and allow me to thrive in some capacity... :) Im going to be 31 this year with no clue as to what I want to be or become, of course I have high hopes and apirations, but no money to begin. I get nothing but dis couragement from my family when I think about school or another career. its not right. Ive said it a hundred times or more and its true I miss my friend.
subject change,
Kira suddenly loves the puppy she had found a playmate, as chance still rarely partakes in physical activity with her.
Its really cool to see the puppy and her go at it. It wears her out and the puppy,, a ball of energy comes back for more and more. his name has changed again, it went from bodean to boscoe, to tanner. Who knows where the lil pup will end up, prolly just as confused as the rest of us :) Liz has been on vacation and has only left the house once.
She has got some work done though which is a big help, yesterday she started moving river rocks out front and helping me with the weeds. tom is coming over saturday to look at the heater. what a putz he has become. He is so pussy whipped by his woman that she had the nerve to think he was messing around with liz when he came over here. they apparently have gotten into several arguments over coming here to work and fix stuff. its going to be 38 tonight, and we have no heat. the furnace lights and the burner kicks on but the fan will only come on in the cool position, he thinks im a moron when I tell him its not working. Im not a moron. and I dont care about his bitch issues, I just know I dont like to wake up cold, it makes me grouchy. ha. So lord only knows how long he'll dick around with fixing that, the gas water heater is putzing out too. We are lucky to get 10 minutes in the shower. He has a money pit starting here. Oh well liz nor I could do this well in an apt, so we are staying put. Unfortunatley I cant afford to move right now anyway...
Its finally becoming winter here, and its beautiful, the clean crisp morning air and the sunrise of color across the mountains sure has been pretty. temps topping out at 70 during the day is really pleasant.
i thnk ive officially run out of steam here so im going to prep for bed, I need to wash up and brush let the pups out and hit the sack, I almost forgot I go in earlier on saturday so I cant stay up much later.
well man, youve heard it before and i'll say it again, i hope your well, and Im thinking of you.
I certainly miss you, and I truly love you. Please please drop me a note from time to time just so I dont have to.
Let me know your there, and ok, even if just a one liner.... I'd like that. anything.
If you see your mom this weekend tell her thanks again for the chat last weekend and im glad she had a good time gambling. Its always nice to hear from her. give her a hug for me when you see her next.
Talk to you later,
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hey man!
haven't been much on writing anyone....
been very selfabsorbed lately! and i need that! also have had issues to deal with here!
seems like there are issues all over at this time! but muddleing thru them as i do, by keeping to myself and being introspective and paying close attention to those little corners of life that we choose to take!
the lawyer next to dad's made an offer on his place....... $25,000 is all he wants to give us for it..LOL..... we aren't even going to respond to that! so i'm back to square one, as i was a 2 years ago! don't know what i'm goin to do, don't want to live at len's forever!!!! have had thoughts of taking the house over again, but i don't want to do it on my own! its too big, and my business is still a little up and down.... plus loans to fix it up, and loans to pay off rob and lisa! i just don't know yet..
still have too much going on here to just leave... i really want to take over hollywood pics when barb retire's,,,so i have to stay here to do that... still have mixed feelings on the area, but its the same all over the country...
also i want to be set up next spring to offer carol crawford a place to come and stay and get a hip replacement and let me help her get on her feet again... but don't know how that will play out yet!!!
most of the time you don't bug me.... sometimes you get too needy and i'm not goin there again.... if its a day or two, no big deal, but when it goes past that there is a patteren and a problem! last summer when you where here for the wedding, and we got along so well... then you went back, and again everything became about you! and it seemed to be the same old story! what would you do?
i still hold to my guns, that if you want to be here, you will make it happen without my influence. as i never have, i can't promise you anything will work, or be a ok... that takes two! my half and your half! i know myself well, and i don't want to get you caught up and stuff i can';t deal with.. ie..... a selfish relationship! it would be awesome to have you here again, and in my life, but if its all for you, it wouldn't work!
have thought about sending you money to move back, but then that gets into stuff like..... how would it affect you and your mom's relation... is it what you really want....ect........
it seems, when we talk, you still go to that insecure place and you get funny! what can be done with that? i don't want to take care of you and your feelings again. if your here i want, as i have always wanted, to share and give and take,, like my little mind says it should be! your getting some great lessons living with liz........ i couldn't have asked for anything better.... oh sorry, did i say that out loud!! LOL
so i keep this blind faith that all is as it should be.. no matter if its what i want or not!
on that note...............
i still think about you all the time also, but as you know me, i have to keep centered.
talk to you soon.
love and miss you
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November 14, 2002
So,
Tonight I have a reference to my youth to share, as well as a story I'd like feedback on....... let me know what you think......
Heres my story,
One day ummm, after about a 3 weeks of living with Rich, I get a call from my mother, (adopted...BTW) She says can you please come over I need to talk to you, (the tone was clear) I knew right away she wanted to know the answer to the question..... "are you gay?" So, I show up at my moms house, she is sitting in a rocker in the middle of the room, tells me to sit down. Her first question, "Chris, are you questioning your sexuality?" I knew this day would come, I bit the bullet, "no, I am not, I am gay, and I am in love." Moms reaction was immediate tears, it ended up taking the television show called 90210 and her friends to bring her around. My sister Melissa was the first to accept me fully, without any reservations. About 3 years had gone by, she had invited us for holidays, birthdays, etc. We felt welcome but different.
Then I realized each and every time we were together she was distant. Wouldn't even cross the threshold of my door. Standing there waiting for me or talking to me, never entering "our" home. I don't even know where Im headed with this story, but, a new friend, has entered the "coming out to family" stage.
His name is Michael, he is 18 and still lives at home. His father is the pastor of a Christian church in Tucson. Michael has had the blessing of getting prepared for life at 18 while living at home, saving money, acquiring a car, a job, the beginnings of a young mans life. This evening Michael's parents gave him an ultimatum. Be a straight heterosexual or move out and we keep your car, you lose your job, and your out on the streets. He called me tonight. We work together. He knows he can look to me for wisdom, guidance and the whole been there done that side of life. He asked my opinion and I simply could say, "Michael, you have to do what makes YOU happy." In the end, (death), who is going to be there for you? This we can only imagine, this we plan but do not know. This is something we know in our soul as true, we must look after ourselves. There is no guarantee that someone will be there for you, so live your life for you. And live your life to make You happy, not the other people in your life that think your life should be the way they see it, or their friends or family see fit. Luckily Michael's family will have to go thru this again with 2 other children.
I say luckily because now Michael is not alone. He may feel alone, and that his family has given up on him, but he chooses his own destiny. And his 2 other siblings will have the displeasure of destroying these so called loving Christian parents hopes and dreams of their perfect children that they have raised, what a delusion. I once again do not know where this is leading but I felt so compelled to convey any thoughts I had on this matter. Michael's parents have molded all of their children's lives to make themselves feel good, to portray a certain image of their family, whether true or dishonest. At the expense of the children's true selves. Its a crime that such a sweet, innocent young man in this day and age, should have to bear the burden of such shame and outcast from all that he knows of love. The love of a family, the comfort of a mother, when life just isn't going our way. The guidance of a father, (Hmmm, a pastor at that), what guidance can come from this, IM sure there is something like faith, or the ability to see that his father is stuck, one of the two.....Its impossible for me to imagine this life, I can only refer to documentaries, and literary works to come close to understanding what a Christian family with a pastor for a father must be like. Such an incredibly sheltered life..... almost restricted from the "real" world. Thus as a gay man, and going thru this similar experience of coming out I do know that Michael is feeling isolated, alone, and unwanted, unrecognized as a normal person. This is most disturbing since we feel this for quite sometime, especially if living in that environment for this long, and having to continue to do so.
So I thought I'd share, and see what you folks think ... any opinions are welcome. Positive or negative, you are all entitled to your say, and I welcome this from you.
I am now becoming so inquisitive to peoples opinions on life and matters of the heart..... so please feel free to share.
I guess I just needed to get some of this out, and relive my experiences.... Share them, learn from them, etc.
Its amazing what this type of writing therapy can evolve into.
Have a great Friday, give Michael's dilemma a thought or 2 throughout your day and we'll have our own little experiment in "faith," that all is as it should be. Love to all ~
Christopher
Tonight I have a reference to my youth to share, as well as a story I'd like feedback on....... let me know what you think......
Heres my story,
One day ummm, after about a 3 weeks of living with Rich, I get a call from my mother, (adopted...BTW) She says can you please come over I need to talk to you, (the tone was clear) I knew right away she wanted to know the answer to the question..... "are you gay?" So, I show up at my moms house, she is sitting in a rocker in the middle of the room, tells me to sit down. Her first question, "Chris, are you questioning your sexuality?" I knew this day would come, I bit the bullet, "no, I am not, I am gay, and I am in love." Moms reaction was immediate tears, it ended up taking the television show called 90210 and her friends to bring her around. My sister Melissa was the first to accept me fully, without any reservations. About 3 years had gone by, she had invited us for holidays, birthdays, etc. We felt welcome but different.
Then I realized each and every time we were together she was distant. Wouldn't even cross the threshold of my door. Standing there waiting for me or talking to me, never entering "our" home. I don't even know where Im headed with this story, but, a new friend, has entered the "coming out to family" stage.
His name is Michael, he is 18 and still lives at home. His father is the pastor of a Christian church in Tucson. Michael has had the blessing of getting prepared for life at 18 while living at home, saving money, acquiring a car, a job, the beginnings of a young mans life. This evening Michael's parents gave him an ultimatum. Be a straight heterosexual or move out and we keep your car, you lose your job, and your out on the streets. He called me tonight. We work together. He knows he can look to me for wisdom, guidance and the whole been there done that side of life. He asked my opinion and I simply could say, "Michael, you have to do what makes YOU happy." In the end, (death), who is going to be there for you? This we can only imagine, this we plan but do not know. This is something we know in our soul as true, we must look after ourselves. There is no guarantee that someone will be there for you, so live your life for you. And live your life to make You happy, not the other people in your life that think your life should be the way they see it, or their friends or family see fit. Luckily Michael's family will have to go thru this again with 2 other children.
I say luckily because now Michael is not alone. He may feel alone, and that his family has given up on him, but he chooses his own destiny. And his 2 other siblings will have the displeasure of destroying these so called loving Christian parents hopes and dreams of their perfect children that they have raised, what a delusion. I once again do not know where this is leading but I felt so compelled to convey any thoughts I had on this matter. Michael's parents have molded all of their children's lives to make themselves feel good, to portray a certain image of their family, whether true or dishonest. At the expense of the children's true selves. Its a crime that such a sweet, innocent young man in this day and age, should have to bear the burden of such shame and outcast from all that he knows of love. The love of a family, the comfort of a mother, when life just isn't going our way. The guidance of a father, (Hmmm, a pastor at that), what guidance can come from this, IM sure there is something like faith, or the ability to see that his father is stuck, one of the two.....Its impossible for me to imagine this life, I can only refer to documentaries, and literary works to come close to understanding what a Christian family with a pastor for a father must be like. Such an incredibly sheltered life..... almost restricted from the "real" world. Thus as a gay man, and going thru this similar experience of coming out I do know that Michael is feeling isolated, alone, and unwanted, unrecognized as a normal person. This is most disturbing since we feel this for quite sometime, especially if living in that environment for this long, and having to continue to do so.
So I thought I'd share, and see what you folks think ... any opinions are welcome. Positive or negative, you are all entitled to your say, and I welcome this from you.
I am now becoming so inquisitive to peoples opinions on life and matters of the heart..... so please feel free to share.
I guess I just needed to get some of this out, and relive my experiences.... Share them, learn from them, etc.
Its amazing what this type of writing therapy can evolve into.
Have a great Friday, give Michael's dilemma a thought or 2 throughout your day and we'll have our own little experiment in "faith," that all is as it should be. Love to all ~
Christopher
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