Friday, September 21, 2007

Glamorous politician wants law to allow 7-year itch

Glamorous politician wants law to allow 7-year itch


Hmmmm....

There's a part of me that thinks this is a great idea. There's a part of me that knows if you talk to each other and communicate then such 'laws' are unwarranted.

Obviously this is a ludicrus mandate...

I'd still be interested in y'all's opinions...

Wednesday, September 19, 2007

It's a special day

....not only is it 'Talk Like a Pirate Day'....

It's my son's 19th birhtday.

A very happy birthday to you Anthony. May all your dreams come true.

Love always,
Mom

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The Last Psychiatrist

The Last Psychiatrist

I'd be curious as to all of your opinions on this post (link above)....

Men's Health: 'Why Men Cheat'

Men's Health: Why Men Cheat

Again....these articles seem overly simplistic - but there can be a grain of truth found as well. I get tired of hearing women complain about how men cheat on them and then never take any of the blame for the situation themselves - remember, it takes 2 to Tango...

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Monogamy Rules

Monogamy Rules: A few things to remember before you cheat on a woman

(I find these articles interesting; at times, comic relief and every now and then they come up with good advice for BOTH sexes).


1. When presented with the ideal cheating scenario--that is, if a flying saucer lands in the cornfield where you happen to be standing and a female alien of sinus-clearing hotness slithers down the ramp and declares that she wants to come in peace a minimum of four times in the next hour, and you take her up on it because you know no one will ever find out--no one must ever find out.



2. Someone will always find out.



3. If you get caught, the law is on your wife's side. And you won't lose just half of your stuff. The other half--the golf clubs, the surround sound, the Armani--will be destroyed in a spectacular driveway bonfire as every angry woman you know toasts marshmallows shaped like your testicles.



4. And if you're not married? Your longtime girl is bound by no law.

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MORE ON BEING FAITHFUL

Your Honey or Your Wife

Confessions of a Perfect Husband

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5. Yes, traveling for business is lonely. Phone home for a bicoastal quickie.



6. Or, to paraphrase Neil Simon, do to yourself what you would otherwise do unto others.



7. If a woman who knows you're spoken for comes on to you, it's flattering. It's tempting. But remember that she's doing it to feed her own ego, not yours. She wants to see how much power she holds over you. And if you take her bait, she then knows she must be superior in every way to your sweetie. Deep down, she has nothing but contempt for both your male weakness and your mate's existence. That should really piss you off.



8. According to the Shari'ah, the laws of ancient Islam, adulterers must be stoned to death. Before you say, "Dude, cool," we mean with rocks. In these parts, that's what will happen to your good name. Friends you made while you were a couple will disappear. Friends you had as a single guy are long gone. That leaves you with the hard drinkers.



9. You're about to be with the kind of woman who wants to be with the kind of man who would cheat on a woman.



10. Channel all temptation toward the girl you left at home. Example: When out for a night with the boys, go to Hooters, not a strip club or roadhouse. Hooters girls are the unsung heroines of relationship therapy--gorgeous, chatty, and so untouchable that you always go home hungry. Your gal has no idea her sex life will improve tenfold when you get there.



11. At the office party, pretend the coworker who's flirting with you has gonorrhea.



12. "I'm famous for all the wrong reasons." --Joey Buttafuoco



13. If your ex calls, enjoy a pleasant 5-minute conversation. Then tell her your wife's on the other line.



14. Treat your temptation as a cage match. Defeating that treacherous organ between your legs is the ultimate triumph of man over nature. It's you versus your penis. He's up for the challenge. Are you?

Saturday, September 15, 2007

Autumn Memories

(This is actually (I feel) on of my better/more literary posts - I am re-sunning this today because you can truly sense fall approaching - also because I am feeling kind of home-sick for the hills of Pennsylvania....)

Autumn memories

I grew up in the foot-hills of the Allegheny mountain range, just near Pittsburgh PA, in a small town called Verona. I laugh now when I think of it because a long time ago on the Internet via an IRC chat room I earned the name of Juliette because some guy from Switzerland found out I was born in Verona and was ½ Italian *shakes head* those were the days….I should try and find him sometime....

My family was very poor and the town was very small so there were few rich people. I attended a Catholic school run by a group of nuns that seemed hell-bent on beating any imagination, curiosity or rebellion out of us. I don’t think they succeeded with me – I was after all, the rebel in my family and NO ONE was going to beat that out of me. For the most part, I spent my time with the other kids in the neighborhood who were also poor. Most did not even qualify for what would now be considered, middle class. We had lots to do all the time, it seemed – we were always playing, always riding our bikes, always running through the woods, hanging out at each others houses where our mothers would put up with all the noise and sometimes offer cookies and kool-aid. It was a good childhood.

The richest lady in town lived across the street from our small house in what to my mind, as a young girl, seemed a very grand house indeed – she had a vestibule, a long hall-way, that lead to a winding staircase that went to the second floor and, I am sure, many bedrooms, a parlour, a living room, a dining room and a kitchen! There was also a porch in the back that looked over her small garden. Her name was Mrs. Nicholas and she was a widow. She sticks out in my mind because my mother used to have me run errands for her since she was our neighbor. I thought Mrs. Nicholas was kindly but I did not like her much – there just seemed to be something about her that I found scary and cold, but, I did the errands because it gave me a chance to see the inside of her house and all of her wonderful old furniture. Sometimes, I would even earn a little candy money for my efforts.

I remember one evening in particular when I was sitting on the porch steps outside of our small house. For some reason I remember it being very quiet and I was not with anyone, no one else seemed to be outside. Dusk was approaching and it was late summer – you could feel a slight chill on the air and you knew your days of being out until 9:00 PM, playing and not having to get up and go to school in the morning were coming to a close. It was one of those late-summer evenings where you just wanted it to go on forever.

I happened to glance across the street to the old-lady’s house. I saw Mrs. Nicholas sitting on her porch and she was gently swinging on her porch swing. Slowly she put her hands up to her head and I guess in my absent-minded youth I had never noticed how she wore her hair before. I just knew she had white hair. She began un-pinning her hair and slowly the hair fell in long braids all around her shoulders and down her back – almost to her waist. She slowly began unbraiding her hair (I was absolutely fascinated by this for some odd reason) and when she was done – she has the most beautiful cascade of white, wavy hair creating a shawl around her – making her look like an aging faerie queen. She looked beautiful. And at that moment, something inside my 11-year-old brain signaled to me that I had witnessed something which was probably very private, something that no other person besides her husband had probably witnessed in many years. It was almost sacred.

After that moment, I never looked at Mrs. Nicholas the same way, I would go to her house without being asked to offer to help her and, I even refused her money. Somehow we began a small friendship and I would bring things to her that my mother would bake for her and she would buy items that the Catholic school would force us to sell.

Mrs. Nicholas died the winter before I moved to Cleveland; I was saddened by her passing. Not in the same way I was sad from losing my grandmother, whom I lost that same year, but more like I was losing the last vestiges of my childhood and those long summer evenings that seemed to go on forever.

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Ani DiFranco

Last night at the Palace Theatre in Lorain, OH, I was able to treat myself and my love to a concert featuring one of my all-time fav artists, Ani DiFranco.

She is an amazing woman with dead-on political awareness/acumen and I admire her a great deal. Last night she was in fine form, sounded great and played in a venue worthy of her talent and music.

I actually have my ex to thank for tipping me off to this - so many thanks going
out to a certain 'Dork' I know (he should take that as a compliment - it's meant as one).

Anyhow if you have not checked out Ani's music by now - are you living in a cave? Go check her out - you might become politically/globally aware or something. You might even become angry and want to do something about injustice....one never knows.

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Wednesday, September 12, 2007

The official blog site of Lydia Cornell

The Official Blogsite of Lydia Cornell

Why? Cause I like her!

Blog of the week kids - go there now....you know you want to.

^_^

Tuesday, September 11, 2007

Now...

Listening to:

Massive Attack: 'Angel' (shortly to be followed by 'Teardrop')

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Yeah I am here - at my love's while he is out gaming. I am suppose to be working on a lesson plan for tomorrow's Yoga class but I wanted to update and get some of the feelings of late out of my system first...

There's been so much upheaval lately in the form of trying to adjust to everything. I am technically/formally still at 'my place' - my son, my cats, and my stuff are all still there. (Informally I am at Erin's most of the time). Everything is going well at my 'home' (well except my cats miss me) - but it's hard dealing with living between two houses and they are also two totally different worlds, right now they seem to be colliding (at least in my heart they are). There is so much emotion tied to both ends that sometimes I just want to scream and run in whatever direction heads away from both places.

More than anything, I want to be married to Erin. Taking on the role of wife has never seemed so appealing. Taking on the role of 'step-mom' to his kids is a bit daunting - but I love them both and they bring a lot of joy along with the challenges.

I just want to have everything in place so that we can begin our new life together. I know change and effort are involved in making this happen and I am willing to do whatever it takes...I just know that there's a bitter-sweetness to these events...there is loss to go with the gain...there's adjustments to be made and compromises. I am trying my best to stay centered and aware as I step into my future. I am asking for guidance and strength as I enter this new phase of my life - God/dess willing we will all live in peace and harmony.

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Stormy Weather

Yeah...

This past weekend was probably one of the most trying of my current relationship.

I said some really stupid things and we fought. I am certain that this happens all over the world to people everywhere - but when it happens between you and the one you love with all your heart - well let's just say I was (still am) heart-sick over everything.

We've both been under a lot of stress lately and I guess the cracks are finally beginning to show.

Before a certain asshole I know begins rejoicing, I want to say we've more than made up and we are still madly, passionately in love.

Sure there's some residue...we are, I think, trying to be more careful with each other - we both realise how precious our love/relatonship is. In my heart I know this man is what's best for me; I realise how lucky I am to have him as a part of my life and I still rejoice that he loves me, wants me, wants to marry me...

I know that I am not the easiest woman in the world to deal with - I've described myself using the Stevie Nicks lyrics: 'I have never ever been a blue, calm sea...I have always been a storm.' It's true. I am stormy, and weathering me at times can be draining and difficult. I am not trying to apologise for my very nature for I can't - I am that I am - I am just hoping (hopeful) that the wonderful man in my life feels I am worth the bother.

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Friday, September 07, 2007

"The Time I Helped Some Jews"

"The Time I Helped Some Jews
A true story"


This was sent by C2.

I am posting it because it is hysterical on many levels. I have close Orthodox Jewish friends in my life and I can relate to this on their behalf - it is not meant as a slam or judgement - it is just a well-written comedic look at such practices.

Shalom

Thursday, September 06, 2007

Beloved Italian tenor Pavarotti dies

Beloved Italian tenor Pavarotti dies

Arrivederci Maestro!

Rest in peace and thanks for your musica bellisimo.

Days of Our Lives...

Just kind of updating….

Work sucks – pure and simple – love my job (well the purpose of the job, the ‘spirit of the job’) – can’t stand the worker bees or the institutional setting….

I am growing tired of ‘pushing’ Yoga at work when no one wants to get behind the program. I am seriously thinking of just ‘quitting’ Yoga at work and branching out into the public sector.

Speaking of Yoga it had been forever since I went to visit my old Yoga teacher – I had been wanting to take Erin with me but the opportunity never presented itself. Last night I was able to do both – it did not look like Erin was going to be able to go but it turned out, thanks to a nice neighbor he was able to secure babysitting for the kids. The Yoga school is quite a drive from where we live and what with rush hour traffic, the drive was stressful – but arrive we did and on time.

My Yoga teacher entered the room and greeted me warmly. One of the other old-time students had already noticed me and we talked briefly. The session was not his normal ‘kick-ass-take-no-prisoners’ class but it was still wonderful and wow am I out of shape! At the beginning of class my teacher always asks about new-comers Erin told him that he had practiced Yoga before when my teacher asked what kind – Erin told him, ‘Whatever C~ teaches me – my teacher laughed and said that was great. Erin did well (but then that was a given). Afterwards I took Erin by the hand and brought him to my teacher. My teacher gave me a huge hug and told me how good I looked and how nice it was to see me again; asked after my own teaching efforts. I introduced Erin as my fiancé and my teacher beamed and said that obviously I was more than just his Yoga teacher. He asked how we met. We both looked at each other and laughed and Erin told him we met through my ex husband. My teacher smiled – patted Erin on the shoulder and said: ‘Wasn’t he a dummy?’ It was not a malicious comment – there was no meanness to what he said. Erin laughed gently and said he agreed. Meanwhile I felt elated…..

I was sore last night but today I feel wonderful. I need to find a local Yoga class and go work more often.

Today, as I was getting my coffee at Au Bon Pain – the guy that always hit son me came up to me and asked about the ring on my left hand. I told him it was an engagement ring. He looked at me funny and said: ‘I wish I would have gotten happy with you before that bum came into your life’. I said: ‘He is not a bum and you had your chance.’ He smiled and I left to pay…

Yeah life is weird, wonderful, wild….as always, I am amazed.

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Wednesday, September 05, 2007

Winds of Change

I am tired, dead tired….

I am working on no sleep (again of late – WTF?)

It was a hectic and frustrating (at times weekend) and I am wondering if I should have just stayed home-side – just too much – too much noise, too close quarters….too much DS (don’t ask…)….

It’s a learning curve I suppose and perhaps I am just sorely out of practice with such things…

I am trying my best to maintain lately, there been a lot of stress, there’s been a lot of upheaval, and there have been a lot of adjustments. That’s fine – this is how it’s going to be – after all we are forming a new family here – there are going to be growing pains….

It’s just that I need quiet – I need space – it’s a necessity and I crave such things. Otherwise I turn into a total bitch. I need alone time with my love too – and I guess I’ve been craving some of that lately. Actually in a way this is nice – it feels clandestine, ‘sneaking’ private moments…

I feel tossed about though, lately, confused, caught up in all the hesitancy that comes with major change…worried about the outcome – hoping for the best.

I do believe with any life-changing situation all of these feelings are ‘normal’. Still with my past history I think I overly worry about making mistakes, about falling into the same traps that in some ways I begin to feel are inevitable.

Yet it seems, no matter how much gets thrown in the way of this relationship, we seem to bounce back. I never find myself thinking, why do I love this man or that I should not have fallen in love with him. Sure, I have concerns and doubts at times about what is best for everyone involved….wanting to make sure that we are doing the right thing by getting married. Truth be told – I can no longer imagine my life without Erin and the kids. They all mean so much to me. In fact, in so many ways, I have Erin and the kids to thank for making me realise just how important family is – a lesson ashamedly lost on me years ago. Nowadays, things are much better between my daughter and myself and my son and I are finding common ground – it’s still strained but what 19-yr-old boy wants to ‘hang out’ with his mother.

Change/evolution is what keeps life moving - it’s how I know I am alive – of course change is difficult at times but it’s also challenging and invigorating and I am and always will be grateful for all lessons that God/dess the universe sends my way – my hope is that I act with grace, love, and wisdom as I face my life.

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Airline sacrifices goats to appease sky god

Airline sacrifices goats to appease sky god

OK...well....

Obviously I am outraged over the goat having to die...

I will leave the rest unsaid.
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