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In a very short number of days, my birthday will be upon me.  And it’s a BIG one.  So I thought I’d take some time to review, ruminate, ponder, discuss, laugh at and cry over, some of this past year.  I have no idea where this will lead, so strap in for some verbal meanderings.

Everyone that knows me, or follows any of my social media knows that thus far, 2017 has sucked big, hairy monkey balls.  I have been told that I was a mere 2 hours from death when I was rushed to the hospital for the surgery and following 63 day stay.  Up until that day in January, my physical health had been superb; the envy of many in my age group.  But, as I was to find out, Mother Nature was saving all the good stuff to hit me with all at once.  I had never known such pain and agony.  At one time, I had two back drains, an IV line, a catheter, and chest tube all coming out of me at once. The reliance on pain meds, the depression at my situation, not to mention my financial situation brought me to my knees in every way imaginable.  And then while that was happening, I was lied to, stolen from, cheated on and generally ass whipped by some people that were supposed to be friends.  After my stay at the hospital, I endured a very slow and painful recovery.  Each day, everyday of the week, I would have to trek to the hospital or ER on the weekends for a daily infusion of antibiotics for the next 16 weeks.  The medicine made me feel like crap, my body smelled funny to me, and I had no energy.  In other words… really sucked to be me.

The people that I was working for when I got hurt stopped paying me.  I haven’t actually held any paper money in my hand that belongs to me in about 4 months now.  My car was to be re-possessed…….the tow truck driver was at the door to get the car.  My beautiful Harley was also on the chopping block.  My phone was shut off for a time.  I have no insurance at the moment.  And the couple of small credit cards I had are in Collections, as well as the storage unit that all my worldly possessions are in is two months behind in payment.  Disability was denied, and I couldn’t find a job.

Sooooo……let us get to the blessings part shall we?  I get depressed all over again when I read what I just wrote.

One and all agree that the fact that I survived the infection that was inside my entire body is pretty close to a miracle.  But I did.  And most of the credit for that goes to all the angels that helped me come back.  My surgeons and nurses and techs at the hospital were second to none.  They were so good to me that I would cry sometimes in gratitude.  Especially for the unfortunate ones that had to clean me up when I had accidents.  Or the nurses that put up with my whining.  Oh and the poor folks from physical therapy.  Geesh did they get a hard time from me.  Overall, I can’t say enough good things about everyone.  It became my mission to make them laugh whenever I could.  It helped to pass the time, and I grew pretty close to some of the staff.

The people that I call my “family” here were also so good to me.  There was a GoFund Me page to help with my bills.  There were many that came to visit; giving up their valuable time that could have been spent ANYWHERE else but a hospital, to cheer me up and bring me treats.  The love and support from people who barely knew me was overwhelming.  There is no way to repay them; so I just continue to be my smart-assed self knowing that they understand that my sarcasm is my personal “language of love”, and that if I’m ragging on them……I do indeed love them.

But enough about that.  One of the greatest blessings that I have to mention is my friend Tonya.  She and her two sons took me in when I had no where to go.  She rescued me from a place that I was staying, and where I am certain, I would have died in.  The evil bitch that I was living with tried to say that my illness was all in my head.  That I was making it up when I said I couldn’t get out of bed.  Whatever.  I was lucky to escape when I did.  And couldn’t have if Tonya hadn’t stepped up and helped me get my belongings, and my dog out of that hell-hole.  She’s another one that I will be in debt to forever.  And she knows that when I get my own place, she’s welcome to come and visit, even if it’s just to escape her kids and her cats !!!!

The employment dilemma has now solved itself thank God. Seems I was doing most of my applications through on line job services using an app on my phone that held my resumes and important documents.  And I wasn’t getting any responses back, and couldn’t figure out why.  Turned out, the app had somehow buggered up the resumes and was sending out pieces and parts of different forms I had saved in it.  No wonder no one was contacting me for interviews.  Once I started applying from my laptop, the interviews, and yes, even job offers started rolling in.  In the end, I chose a position with the State of Florida Correctional facility.  As a Librarian of all things.  Those that know me are probably chuckling to themselves the same as I do each time I think about it.  If there was ever a person that does not fit the stereotypical character of a librarian….it is yours truly.  I asked the Warden today why she chose me after we were finished with the tour of the facility.  Turns out, world and life experience, along with my attitude was what sold me to them.  She said that she had no doubt in my ability to handle myself being surrounded by criminals.  Some of my friends should thank themselves for giving me THAT experience.  LOL.  Besides, what woman wouldn’t want a “captive” audience that will do whatever she tells them to do.  Oh….the irony.  Anyway, I start on Friday.  I’m sure there will be many stories to follow.

On the way home today, I stopped at a convenience store.  Scrounged together some loose change that I found in my car and bought a 99 cent fountain drink.  Something I haven’t done, or should I say been able to do, for months.  But I felt like a little celebration was in order.  There wasn’t enough change for wine, so a Diet Pepsi was what I had.  And it tasted good let me tell you.  The simple things, like buying a fountain drink, or stopping for a cheeseburger without wondering if there’s enough money to pay for it, are the things that I’ve missed the most.  But I will have them again.  And that too, is a blessing.

Last year at this time, I was hoping that the following year would see me succeed with my diet, and look good (in my eyes) for just one more summer before I turned “old”.  I lost 60 pounds while in the hospital.  I wouldn’t recommend that diet to anyone.  And I gained back ten of those pounds.  But I think I may have needed them.  I was pretty pale, and weakly looking.  But I enjoy dressing up again.  As my health has improved, I am feeling better and better about the future.  I look good, and I feel good inside and out again.  I never thought I would have the attention of so many men at “this age”.  But I am enjoying the hell out of it.

So, as I close this blog, I do it with renewed hope and happiness in my heart.  The struggle has been real.  But now it’s time to shine.




Everyone that I know; with the exception of my sister Maggie is on some kind of social media.  She doesn’t deem it essential I believe; because she didn’t invent it.  But that’s just her.  I meet all kinds of people that I would never dream had a facebook account, and yet they do.  A great deal of people don’t know what’s going on in the world without checking their newsfeeds in the morning.  And that’s not necessarily a good thing with the news as slanted left or right such as it is these days.  It’s easier to take the crap that they are fed and just regurgitate it rather than look for the facts on their own.  I get it.  Most of us are so busy trying to fit 25 hours into a 24 hour day, that if we can just “think” something is we can check it off our list of things to worry about.

Facebook is the worst and the best of us.  We can sit behind our screens and say and do whatever we want.  Mostly without consequences.  And the memes, oh the memes. For some people that can’t string four words together to form a cohesive sentence…….they say exactly what the person can’t, or won’t say.  Nothing drives me as batty as seeing a meme with improper grammar in it though.  Because then, there is a case of someone that can’t say what they think, or thinks the meme does a better job at it, and the meme doesn’t make good sense.  Dumb leading dumber. But, as usual, I digress.

My real problem with social media…..(other than the fact that someone should break Donald Trumps’ hands when he gets on Twitter) is that you are telling the world ALL your business.  The good and the bad.  Most of us don’t have time for a phone call to a friend or a family member.  But we have time to go through their facebook page looking for some kind of meter to gauge their life on.  Someone could be totally pissed off at the neighbor, put some kind of negative meme up, and everyone thinks that they have had a fight with their spouse.  So rather than calmly posting a rant about the neighbor they now have people coming to them (in messenger by the way) wanting to know what’s going on with they and their spouse.. Mind you, they really don’t care one way or another how they are actually doing, they just want to gossip and pick sides. I see it all the time.  I know from experience that people will either misinterpret what you say, and throw their two cents worth into the comment section, or they will automatically assume that what you’ve said is about them……and throw their two cents worth into the comment section.

There are an awful lot of computer screen quarterbacks.  Who think that they are the ONLY one that can or should dispense advice.  I’ve seen plenty of that behavior too.  Someone will post about something that has happened to them, the lesson that they learned, and what they will do to correct the issue.  They are being informative and helpful.  Now you would assume that they are speaking with a bunch of adults that can read what was written, comment about it with their well wishes and thanks……and move on.  Oh NOOOOOOO……not some people.  They have to psychoanalyze the entire thing as though they are speaking with a room full of school kids. We can read.  We can learn.  We can take away from the experience of the person that wrote the post.  We don’t need you to re-hash it and point out what we already know.  Thank you Captain Obvious !

Right now, I am watching two friends absolutely tearing each other apart.  And all in front of the spectators in the coliseum called Facebook.  Where everyone is watching, and waiting for the blood to spill. It’s sad.  A few years ago I got caught up in something like that myself.  And it was NOT pretty.  I spent a good portion of my day trying to defend myself, or make myself understood.  And the fact was……people had already formed an opinion, picked a side, and jumped on a band wagon.  Didn’t matter if the truth was being told or not.  They all just wanted blood.  I learned my lesson and have not gotten caught up in anything like that again.  Well, unless you count the time that I got into comment arguments during the political season, and my own son un-friended me for telling off his brain-dead friends.  But that’s another story.  Anyway, my point is this:  Adulting is hard.  Social media makes it even harder.  Especially if you don’t really need to tell the world what is going on, but you feel as though no one understands you like your followers on facebook or twitter.  Take it from me……they are the MOB.  And you are just a gladiator that they want to see fight to the death.  Your true friends and loved ones will quietly have your back.  And most of the time don’t want to get drug down into the arena with you.  So in closing I would advise……..rant about people doing stupid things, or the cute trick that you taught your dog, or show us a picture of your new Harley parts, or new car, but stay away from personal attacks.  And by all means, don’t mention names.  Unless it’s mine, and you’re telling me how wonderful my pictures are that I have run through all kind of filter apps and enhancement doo- jiggys in order to appear younger, and prettier than I am.  LOL



The mood to write has struck again! And this topic has been rolling around in my head for some time now, so I thought I’d take a stab at trying to explain my joys and frustrations with the whole idea of trying to find one’s soul mate online.

Please don’t get me wrong when I say that it’s not for the faint of heart.  But it truly isn’t some place that you’d want to get your heart-broken.  And the smallest thing can tank the possibility of meeting someone who you may actually connect with.  God knows, it’s happened to me more times than I care to think about.

There are so many things that can go wrong when you try to date from behind your computer screen.  And the dating sites don’t make it any easier than a group page on Facebook from what I’ve been able to see. I’ll try to explain what I mean.

There is a certain freedom in knowing that you can chat with or send pictures to; someone who is many miles away from you at the time of the chat or text.  You don’t have to expend any energy to get dressed and meet them.  You can sit in your pj’s and carry on any kind of conversation that you want with someone probably doing the same.  When there is no vested interest in making yourself presentable, you tend to “embellish” things.  Like your looks.  Or the way you keep your house.  What you drive, or even your employment status.  It seems to be all about that first picture that you send.  And, certainly, you want to make a good first impression.  We all do.  So you look for the picture that shows you in the best light, from the best angle, when you look your best (at least in your opinion) and you put it out there for all the world to see and judge.  Unfortunately, many people DO judge a book by its cover.  And the person that you are trying to attract may think that you always look as good as you do in that picture.  WRONG !  We all know how we look in the mornings before coffee.  And sometimes…’s scary.  That can lead to putting out that picture that isn’t….shall we say….the truest representation of what we really look like.

And then there are people who; for whatever reason, feel like if one or more people like the picture that they have posted, well by golly, they must want to see the next 100 or so.  These women, and yes some men too, drive me nuts.  I mean how many selfies do we really need to see?  How much attention to you need? How do you get anything done during the day with that selfie stick stuck to your hand?  But I digress.

So, let’s say you start talking to someone online or in text messages.  And you hit it off. Great right?  And you start making plans to meet.  Then you find out that you aren’t the only one that they are talking to. Not so great.  How does that make you feel?  I can answer that….oh pick me pick me !  You go from feeling special, to feeling like an option.  Maybe a “plan B”.  Or “plan C”.  That sucks.

Ok, so you’ve met someone online, you plan to meet.  You meet them halfway somewhere.  And they show up and don’t look very much like the pictures that you’ve seen.  What then?  Have you built a firm enough foundation online that it won’t be an issue?  Or you meet at a restaurant or bar, and they start to drink or smoke like it’s going out of style.  Is that a problem?  What do you say if anything?

Most of the time, the conversations that you’ve had with them in messenger or text have been about surface topics.  Just to get an idea of their thoughts.  You meet in person and find out that your religious views, or political views, or parenting views are worlds apart from yours.  Time to bail out yet?

And then, there’s my most favorite scenario.  One very close to my heart.  My broken heart that is.  You meet someone, everything is wonderful.  They look like you thought they would.  You enjoy spending time with them, and they you.  You make more plans to get together, even though they live a long distance away.  You talk every day and night.  You get more attached to them, and they to you, and you start to make plans to be together in a more permanent way.  One of you might have to move.  Pick up their life so that they can start over somewhere else.  But it will be ok.  You have this wonderful person that you’ve built a relationship with, you know they love you because they say they do.  And you know you love them. So it will all work out.  There’s just one little thing that they haven’t told you.  They met you on the internet.  And guess what?  They LOVE that internet thingy.  They love being whomever they want to be, with whomever they happen to be talking to at the time. So, you think you’re they only woman they want. NOPE !  Now what do you do?  When you know for a fact, because the other women have contacted you to tell you these lovely facts; that the person that you love, and have given up so much for, and stopped talking to other people for, is telling all these other women that you and he are just “friends”.  That you aren’t anyone special to him. Does the term “disrespected” come to mind?  Yeah, I thought it might.

But you are in love with the person, so you forgive them.  Because he says that he’ll change.  Surprise, surprise…..he doesn’t.  In fact, because you did forgive him, he’s even more bold.  And talks to even more women.  Everything else about the relationship is perfect. But when you aren’t around…..his little fingers do the walking on the keyboard.  Being the internet stud.  It’s an addiction I suppose. But sad really.  He had a good woman who loved him with all his flaws and imperfections.  And yet, she just wasn’t enough for him.  Oh well.  I hear it’s his loss.  Guess it’s time to start looking again.  I kinda think I’m going to stay a bit closer to home.  As in, keeping it in the real world.  Where people are who they say they are, and if they aren’t, you can find out a whole lot sooner.  Wish me luck.


Sometimes my need to write can strike at the strangest times.  Here it is, 4 o’clock in the morning, and I woke up thinking about this subject. Don’t ask why….I couldn’t tell you.  But with my coffee to the left of me, and a sleeping dog to the right, I’ll purge my urge and then get on with my day.

I thought about rings this morning.  And all the things that they are intended to represent.  Love, hope, promise, and even just a fashion statement.  I know that I only wear a thumb ring full time.  I’ve had it on for over twenty years and can’t leave the house without it.  My other rings; I only wear when I’ve had my nails done and want to show my hands off.  And  I’m sure it’s the same for many people.  But that isn’t what is weighing on my heart this morning.

The ring is a symbol in many cultures.  From a sign of commitment, to a sign of ownership.  It’s a way for one person to show a sort of “control” over another.  Most of the times, I’m sure it’s a sign or symbol that the other person wears willingly, and with full returned commitment.  And that’s a beautiful thing.  Some rings are handmade; fashioned by a person for themselves or another, given as a gift.  Of course the most enduring ring choice is the engagement ring, and the wedding ring.  Given as a sign of deep love and promise.  It seals the relationship in a circular symbol that says, ” I will always love you, I will belong to only you from now on.

When some loved ones die, sometimes the partner that is left will continue to wear their wedding ring to show their undying love for the departed spouse. Over time; it may make it’s way into a jewelry box and kept to be passed down to a child of the deceased loved one.

But in some cases; and this is what I am writing about, a ring is given to show a hope that you have for a future.  You give a ring, in the “hope” that it will remind the wearer that you are there for them.  That you love them and hope that when they feel the ring on their finger, they will remember that there is something special between the two of you.  Yes, yes, of course it’s a way to show a type of ownership of the person.  I fully admit that as well.  But when you have a bond with someone there needs to been some kind of symbol of that bond.  Sometimes, it works.  Sometimes it doesn’t. That gentle reminder becomes a burden.  And after a while, the power of the ring, and the bond that it represents just fades away.  It loses it’s power.  It’s no longer “magic”. And that is a sad thing. And just like the ring of a loved one that has passed away, it ends up back in a box.  Just like the love, and the hope for the future, and all the dreams that you had…’s now just a sad reminder of another failure.


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I just celebrated my 59th birthday last Saturday.  I am in almost perfect health.  Aside from the occasional aches and pains that come with age, I’ve been lucky enough to be untouched by any illness or infirmity that one might expect to have happened to someone of my age.  People that have known me for a long time like to chide me about the fact that the only surgeries that I’ve had have been elective.  Not totally true, but pretty close.  I’m fond of saying that if I’d known I was going to live this long, I would have taken better care of myself.  That’s also only partially true.  I still enjoy my wine, and I don’t exercise nearly as much as I should, love my tanning bed, and do ride motorcycles; which everyone knows makes you a candidate for the looney bin.  But all in all, I have no complaints.  But I am noticing that more and more of the people that I know and care about haven’t been as fortunate as I have.  One friend was diagnosed with Stage two breast cancer, and to avoid any future problems because of her family history, decided to opt for a double mastectomy.   I just spoke to another friend on the phone who is much younger than I am that has been diagnosed with MS.  So, needless to say, my mind has gone down the rabbit hole of “what ifs, and  when’s”.  The when’s of course being, “When is this shit going to catch up with me?”  And “what if something does go wrong, how will I handle it?”  At this point in my life, I don’t have any insurance so I suppose I’ll just deed my body over to the science lab.  They should have fun with that!  Here’s the thing though:

We spend most of our life in a state of denial.  We don’t ever think that we will get sick or hurt.  We are young and strong and invincible.  That disease and illness is for the old people.  Then, magically, after we pollute our bodies enough, and take enough chances on the road of life, we find out that we have moved into the “killing zone”.  That time in our lives when the people that we love start to die around us.  At first, it’s usually grandparents.  They die of old age if they are lucky.  Then the number of people in our circle gets a little bit smaller.  We hear about this friend or relative that we used to know really well; and may have done some of our crazy shit with.  They’ve died.  Been in an accident, or gotten a disease and passed away.  Usually, we write these people off as a fluke.  We say that they probably were at the wrong place at the wrong time.  Or maybe they had some kind of a gene in their family that caused the illness.  But it still couldn’t happen to us.  No way!  The next wave takes our parents.  That is when the shit really gets real.  Now we are the generation “up to bat”.  We’re the ones with the kids that are growing up or are grown.  You start feeling those little aches and pains.  And worse yet, you begin to talk about them.  With other people too.  Comparing aches and pains and remedies of same.  I remember the first time my sister started telling me about something that was bothering her.  She sounded so much like our Mother and Grandmother had sounded that I had to call her out on it.  “You sound just like Mom!”  Listen to older people and that is what most of their conversations revolve around.  Their health.  What drugs they are on……and no longer the recreational kind I might add.  What doctors they are seeing, when their next appointment to see this specialist or the next specialist is.  All so tedious to the listener, but it’s their life.  At least what is left of it.

But when you hear about someone your own age that has been cut down in what we always consider the “prime of life”, or has been given the bad news from the doctor that they have this or that, you realize that all the days of carefree worry are behind you.  That circle is getting smaller still, but we still think it can’t touch us……although I have caught the red dot out of the corner of my eye when I thought the target was on me.

But when you hear of family and friends that are younger than you are, that are dying and getting sick, well that’s when it starts to cross our mind more and more that it’s only a matter of time until it’s your turn.  You start taking care of yourself.  Maybe take a few more supplements, maybe join a gym, stop eating so much, or drinking so much.  And at first, all you talk about is all the good stuff you’re doing for your health.  How much safer you are driving.  Give up the extreme sports.  Maybe get a three-wheeler if you still ride.  All kinds of things that you think might keep that target off your back.  Then your kids start calling you Gramps or Gram because now they have kids.  That circle of life thing is starting to feel like a noose.  You really do think that if you step off a curb too hard you might break a hip.  The seeds of doubt and fear have been planted.  By your kids.  By your friends.  Even by the lawsuit attorneys on the television.   If you’ve got a spouse you start asking if any of those lawsuits apply to you.  Did you ever take that drug?  Or do we have enough life insurance?  Crap.  The bucket list of things you want to do gets brought up and discussed more.  Will there be time?  Is this cold I have the start of some new kind of bubonic plague? When’s the last time you thought about burial or cremation arrangements?  Double crap.

All these thoughts have filled my mind lately.  And that’s how it starts.  In 356 days I will turn 60.  Just a couple of weeks ago, I was thinking about what kind of HUGE party I’d like to have.  Turning 60 is a pretty big deal right?  Now I just hope that I will be attending that party.  The mind is a funny thing.  One minute, you’re twelve years old, jumping out of the top of the barn.  The next, you’re planning your sixtieth birthday and wondering how many of your friends will be able to attend.  Should you serve alcohol, and weed?  Or will their prescribed meds keep them stoned enough?

Hope I’m around to report on the party plans.  Ha-ha…..of course I will be.  I’m immortal.




This is another of those posts that doesn’t necessarily speak to my current state of mind, but reflects some of the things that have happened in the past.  I’m currently in a relationship with someone that I really care about.  I’m pretty sure the feeling is mutual.  But of course, my insecurities sometimes take over and I doubt that anyone could care as deeply for me as I do them.  This has been a curse throughout my whole life.  Always doubting.  Always questioning motives.  As hard as I try, the darkness seeps into my thoughts and makes me question everything.  Is he perfect?  Oh hell no.  But I’m trying to overlook some things that scare the hell out of me.  And hope I can move past them.  But we have so much good between us, that I feel a genuine hope.  But this blog isn’t about my current situation.  I just wanted to make sure that you didn’t think I was feeling “stupid” at the moment.  At least not right now……LOL

When I say that love makes you stupid, I mean that it can blind you to things that ordinarily would stick out like a sore thumb if you saw it happening to a friend.  A man that cheats, or doesn’t respect your friend the way that you think they should, would have you fuming at the thought of her giving her time and energies to.  You say to yourself that you would NEVER be caught in a relationship like that.  That you’d send him packing at the first hint of any kind of abuse.  Abuse of any kind.  Mental, physical, you name it.  And yet; the woman in the situation doesn’t see any of it.  Or if she does, chooses to ignore it.  Sometimes it’s for the security that the man offers.  Sometimes, it is because she doesn’t want to be alone.  It’s truly amazing what we will put up with in order to be “in a relationship”.

I can speak with real authority on this matter.  I’ve done it all.  And in the process, forgotten who I really am.  What my goals were.  What I expected out of the relationship.  I don’t know that it’s a reflection of my particular “age” group, but I do see it happen more to women of my age.  As we get older, it seems that men put more demands on the women that they choose.  Whereas the women seem to lower their expectations in the men we end up with.  What the hell is that all about?  And they feel they must, because some stupid, magic number has told them that they aren’t quite as “marketable” as they were when they were younger.  What a bunch of bullshit.  I blame some of this on our culture, and what it says about how women should age.  We are expected to go through the years of menstruation, childbirth, menopause and all that…..and yet still come out of it with a firm body, shiny hair and skin, and have the sex drive of a 20 year old nymphomaniac.  Please…… None of this happens to men.  They age.  Their skin sags, they lose muscle tone, lose hair and teeth.  But that’s alright.  They are MEN !!  Yipee.  And let’s not forget the bedroom.  If they can still “get it up” after 50, it’s a miracle.  And sometimes it’s a miracle enhanced through the joys of pharmaceuticals…thank you very much.  But we are supposed to just accept that and love them, and encourage them anyway.  And feel like it’s an honor to have them.

I have done some things in my life in order to please a man that I was with that have left me shaking my head.  Some that make me want to slap my deceased Mother.  Because she raised all of us on how to treat a man.  I’ve been married more than a couple of times.  And I can promise you, that not a single “ex” can bad-mouth me on the kind of wife I was.  They were spoiled so rotten that it was pathetic.  And in doing so, I have given up opportunities that were presented to me in my educational and career life that would have left me way better off than I am now I can tell you.  They were supported and cared for so that they could pursue their career goals. And it was done in the hope that I was contributing to our future together.  I was willing to pick up and move, to let job offers go, to cancel travel plans, and spend endless amounts of money so that I could “please my man”.  Funny thing.  They all have their retirements now.  and I will be working until they throw dirt in my face.  Stupid, stupid, stupid. But enough about me…..again.

I can only write this from the perspective of a woman.  I could try that self-identifying as a man thing, but I don’t think it will work.  But I have had many friends that are men, and I do know and understand that the knife cuts both ways.  There are men that have been treated like shit by women that they have worshipped and adored.  I know that.  I’ve tried to console male friends that have been used and abused by selfish women.  There is plenty of blame to go around.  I just wish that I’d been lucky enough to run into one of those men that wants to worship and adore me.  That would be great !!!

The Golden Rule sometimes doesn’t seem to apply in relationships of the heart.  But it should.  I know couples that I honestly envy for what they have.  They are a team.  They work together to make their relationship grow and last through all kinds of ups and downs.  I want that.  I really do.  Maybe someday.  but in the meantime, I’m really really going to try to be LESS stupid.  I’m going to do what’s best for me.  And we all should try to.  In the end, it’s just like the old cliche’ says…..You can’t love anyone else, until you love yourself first.  Or some such romantic crap !!





I’ve written about this subject before.  But as I live and learn, I find that people and the ways that they find to connect, never cease to amaze me.  I speak from experience.  There are many pluses and minuses to the “virtual” world of dating and meeting people.  Sometimes, I think that the old fashioned ways of meeting people might be the best.  But then I remember how many people from so many different places I would have never met if it weren’t for the “web”.  Hell, I’ve started and ended as many relationships through the on-line world as I have in real life.  Some, I still maintain today.  Others were better left to the imagination.  Seems that people don’t always turn out to be who you think and hope that they are when you finally meet in person.  Some turn out to be better.  And that’s probably why I continue to have hope.

Gone are the days of meeting the “guy or girl next door”.  No more do we make sure that we look our best when going to church or the grocery store, because you might just run into the person of your dreams.  Now we project our dreams about the perfect match into some stranger that’s sitting behind a computer screen…..just like we are.  We’d all like to think that everyone is honest in their profiles and the pictures of themselves that they put on the dating sites.  And for the most part; it doesn’t take long to figure out that the person that they are trying to sell isn’t necessarily the person that they really are.  Let’s face it, we are all; for one or several reasons, someone else’s ex.  Whether it was our fault, or the other persons…..we’re single and looking.  The process of healing from a bad relationship can lead us to trying to learn from the mistakes of the past.  But it can also prompt us to embellish the good parts about ourselves and run down the person that we are no longer with.  The old saying about it “taking two to tango” is still very much true.  Keeping in mind that every relationship will succeed or fail because of the two people involved in it might make us come to the conclusion that there are things about ourselves that we need to change.  That can be a scary proposition if we aren’t ready to admit that we may have had a hand in a failed relationship.  And unless you’ve been involved in an abusive relationship, that you thought you were helpless to get out of, but then did, there is enough blame to go around.  My faults are many.  Of that I have no doubt.  I look at my failures and I can tell you why each and every one of them ended.  I can honestly say that I fully participated in the demise.  Not proud of that shit for sure.  But I’ve tried to learn from the mistakes.  Some lessons have stuck.  Some mistakes I continue to make.  My insecurities  that were ingrained long ago still haunt me.  Still make me second guess people’s intentions.  If you are told for long enough that you aren’t pretty enough, or good enough, or smart enough…….you are going to believe that shit.  So when someone tries to tell you that you are good enough, you’re not going to believe them.  After a while, the other person gets tired of telling you.  It becomes a self-fulfilling prophecy.  You tank the relationship because of your own doubts and fears.  You also erect walls that make it more difficult for anyone to breach….no matter how sincere they might be.  But I digress.

Everyone puts forth their best face when starting an on-line friendship.  We put our best pictures up.  We say that we enjoy things that we hope will attract others.  They aren’t lies per se.  But they are what we wish and hope we could really be all about.  But there are some people out there that are really good salespeople.  They paint a picture of themselves that couldn’t possibly be true…..and isn’t.  But some desperate dummy will come along and buy the hype.  I see women on some of the biker dating sites that will do just about anything for attention.  Put up pictures they definitely hope their mom or dad, let alone their kids would not see.  And it doesn’t stop there.  They go down the road of sexting and sending videos privately because a man will ask them to.  Sad really.  And men eat it up.  A few kind words, or compliments to women and they have their own storehouse of porn rolling in.  I don’t totally fault the women though.  Oh no.  We can excuse men for being men all day long, but that doesn’t take away the fact that they are, in one sense predators.  They feed every woman the same bullshit.  Give them the same compliments, hoping that it works the same on all of them.  These guys are what I like to call “collectors”.  They have many women on the line at one time.  Saying things to give each one of them hope for something more than just and on-line relationship.  Promising to meet one day.  Telling the same lie about how they are different from other guys.  That they are for real and they aren’t a player.  And there’s still some of us dumbasses out here that believe it.

And here is where the whole online thing REALLY gets convoluted.  That guy or woman that you meet online, starts to question you about the other sites that you might be on.  The other pictures that you may have sent out to others.  The very thing that brought you together in the first place, is now that the thing that drives the other person crazy.  It’s as though they think you should have been some kind of “virgin”.  And no matter how much you try to explain to them that you’re willing to delete the whole online persona that you’ve had, they don’t believe you.  I have a friend going through this right now.  What a mess that is.

Because the bottom line is:  We all do want to believe.  We all want to be special to someone.  We all want to be part of a couple.  A couple that other people are jealous of.  We all want that long term, fun, secure, loyal person to be our partner.  And so we throw our hearts out there.  And sometimes throw our morals and common sense to the side.  Hoping to make a connection that leads to something more than just a “hook up”.

“Build a better mouse trap and the world will beat a path to your door”.  Sounds great, but I’d like to add: “build a better mouse trap……and someone will build a better mouse”.  No matter how hard we try to protect our hearts from being broken, there is always going to be someone that goes the extra mile to win your trust, only to leave you broken and bewildered at the end of it.  I sound jaded and cynical don’t I?  I am.  I fully admit it.  Can’t count the number of times I’ve been down this road.  Keeping the guard up is getting easier though.  The problem with that is that it’s a lonely place.  Never get hurt, but never have the love that I really want.  Because I don’t trust anyone anymore.  And that my friends… really sad.

Goofy Me

I am: an Air Force vet, Mom, sister, friend, Lifestyler, and all-around smartass with a heart of gold. I have lived all over the far East and learned many things about people and cooking, art and true value. I like to share my experience with the rest of the world. I will be the most loyal friend or most annoying enemy you've ever known. Honest to a fault. My life has not always been easy, but it has never ever been boring.

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