Do women belong to a secret coven and they are not telling me? Some ladies in my life lately have been complete w(b)itches! I think it really began to happen when I went through some personal changes in January 2007. It has now escalated into full blown rumors, a few which have gotten back to me accidently, as recent as the past few days. I had heard one a few months ago, but ignored it, knowing it came from the gossip girl, and she always bashes people to look better herself. Most people ignore her too.
Apparently, there are rumors to Botox, silicone and other bull shit trickery that I have been accused of using or having! LOL! WHAT THE HELL ARE THEY TALKING ABOUT!??!!
After my finale with the very exhausting wine business, and not having to drink, travel and run a household from New York, I slept. I slept for about two months. I was literally near exhaustion, and not taking very good care of myself through it all, because I was just too tired. As my closest friends only know, I am in the steel business with RT now, still with my own sales/marketing company, but selling steel instead of wine. Widgets are widgets, I suppose.
Anyway, shortly after the Rip Van Winkle period, I went in for a cancer "maintenance" treatment in January 2007, and decided, since I was not going to see the usual people in my life for about four weeks, I would stop dying my hair. As it lost the bottled color, it turned into soft blond streaks for awhile, and then the white kicked in. I now have these natural white streaks in my hair. Some people (still) think that I have it done. No -- I just wash it. That's it. Nothing more. No, I do not have the streaks put in. DUH!
The second change was the zoom treatment the dentist comped me. Without dental insurance and needing my bridge repaired, he ended up completely refurbishing my teeth, because it was first completed in my mouth in 1978. The repairs were long overdue. Because I gave him so much money, he gave me whitening treatments at no charge! No, they are not caps, enamels, or whatever else. The bridge work is new, I must say, but doesn't show when I smile -- only the white teeth.
The third change was, embarrassingly, I gained seven pounds. No, I didn't gain it in the butt, but in my body. I have not had implants, silicone or whatever. (Ha Ha Ha!) Because of a missing thyroid, which controls your pituitary gland, I've just decided to be happy with the additional seven pounds. It fits well and it's hard work to keep it off. It's the new me, but it truly is me. The twins are the same as always.
The fourth change was, a beautiful lady named Michele came into my life. She took over care of my skin and face. She showed me (and sold to me) some very incredible potions and lotions from MK that exfolliate and subdue the wrinkles on my near 50 year old face. No, I have NOT had any Botox treatments. I have earned each and every one of my fine lines around my eyes from smiling, my forehead from yelling and my creases in my cheeks from laughing. No doctor nor Botox can take these from me. I deserve them and I am proud of them.
The fifth change came when I decided I didn't have any blue jeans any longer. I dressed in suits and slacks in the wine business and only owned one pair of jeans. I have found a special web site that tailors my clothes to fit my body's measurements, based on their recommendations. I am more cautious when I dress now, and have become very choosy when selecting clothes to wear out. A better fit is much more flattering. Period. No surgery, no weird ass underclothes (?), nothing else. (LOL-GET A LIFE!)
I've been gardening a lot lately, so next week, I'm sure the spray on tan will be next. Geez!
Taking better care of yourself, apparently, is just cause for a set of rumors to go flying around. I suppose it should be a backhanded compliment, but OH, PLEASE, find something better to do with your time, ladies. LOL! So squelch the rumors, not that the coven members actually read this blog, but it's worth a try. Maybe one of the witches will read it, and jump on her broom and tell the others. ; ) |
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Everyone's addicted to something. No matter what anyone says, there is always something that we crave and yearn, and just have to have it. Most addictions are no laughing matter. Although, a few of them seem odd to us, we really should take people's addictions very seriously. I have a secret addiction myself, and realized I own my addiction. This is the first step to begin recovery and living with it.
MONEY: The people who are addicted to money are quite interesting to watch, but only for awhile. If you get too close, and begin to care about them, they'll snap at you. They tend not to have too many serious relationships, and only want people around if they help them make even more money. They wonder how to invest, spend and save money and they are so focused, everyone else around them usually fall by the wayside.
POWER: Now when you think of this addiction, you think of powerful people behind the helm of huge corporations? No, I mean the people that are "in charge" of the drive through window at a fast food restaurant, and you change your order at the Pay Window. Those are the people you don't want to piss off. You just know they spit in your fries.
DRUGS/ALCOHOL: The absolute deadliest!
SEX: I've only heard about these people or have seen on scuzzy talk shows. This addiction would kind of worry me. Having had two time periods of dating in my life, how would you find this information out on someone??? What if you married one of these people, and then found out they hump everything in sight??? And why aren't they ever tired?? If you do it right, isn't falling asleep afterwards part of the scheme of things here??
FAME: No, not the Britney Spears kind, and not even the Joe DiMaggio kind. There are two other types of this addiction in our normal civilian lives. I am relating to the people who do stupid things to get attention, like when streaking was popular in the 1970s. Oh, the butts I've seen!!! Or there are talented people who think they are better than the rest of us. Both are addictive, and if you walk into a room and this type person is there, let them have the floor. You can laugh then or later - either way.
CLEANLINESS: I am all for being clean and keeping a clean house, but shit gets dirty once in awhile. Sometimes, I like to relax and not worry about doing the last load of laundry, just to keep the hamper empty. If there are any children in your house, you know this is next to impossible anyway.
GAMBLING: This is the most impractical of all addictions. If you've ever been to Las Vegas, one month's electric bill from any of the hotels on The Strip would feed a third world country for a whole year. It doesn't take much to see that the casinos have the money. There are so many other things to experience while in Las Vegas besides gambling. Shows, of course, Hoover Dam/Grand Canyon, several museums and the best gaudy souvenir shopping you've ever done!
PLASTIC SURGERY: OMG! Some people just don't see they have gone too far. It's too bad, because if you look at their "before" pictures, they were quite attractive to begin with. A few of the extreme cases no longer look human!
EXERCISE: I am speaking of the people who live off the endorphins, and the women body builders who have less than a percentage of body fat. These extreme fitness buffs think it looks good, but I think it looks like the muscle display in my doctor's examination room.
RELIGION: I am a practicing Christian and realize "Jesus loves me". I've silently asked myself "WWJD?" I believe in God, Heaven, Hell and angels. I believe that God's mercy exists and don't really need to be asked if Jesus is my Savior. I will not forward emails to 10 people, for fear that I will die, get sick or cause bad luck. I'm glad the extremists love their faith - I love mine too. I also realize we should all be evangelizers at certain times in our lives. Don't come to my front door and preach though. Meet me at my Church on Sunday instead. We'll pray together there. And none of us want any more airplanes flying into buildings, or other senseless devastation in the name of religion.
Other than anything illegal, I believe that everything should be done or taken in moderation. It makes a more calming life, and you can have a little of everything throughout your life, if you don't go crazy with it.
Now don't laugh at me, because this is a serious secret addiction I am sharing with you. My addiction is really quite simple. Donuts!!! Any kind, any flavor! They can be coated with glaze, icing, sugar (powder or granular). Hole or no hole. Stuffed with some kind of goo or a plain dough. It makes no difference to me. They have everything that's bad for me: sugar, fat, white flour, calories, fried, and no nutritional value whatsoever. Krispy Kreme, Dunkin Donuts, grocery store bakery or Entemann's, the little bakery down the road, and the small packages of the chocolate ones at the gas station, are all waiting for me to pick up and eat.
I know you're still laughing, and RT and my kids know this is real. I don't purchase them any longer. They get me into serious trouble with my health! And if you want any of my secrets divulged, simply tie my hands, put a French Cruller in front of me and ask away. I'll tell you anything, give you anything (yes, ANYTHING), just short of my first born!
When I hear of someone's addiction, I think of my donut addiction. Sounds silly, doesn't it? However, donuts have taught me about moderation and how to stay away from them. I can not have them readily available to me. I can't have them in the house and really have to think about it before I sink my teeth into one. I usually plan out very carefully when I can have them - after the annual cancer screening or when we're out of town on vacation.
I'm not the only one with this addiction. Homer Simpson's eyes go into swirly whirlys when he gets near them, gets himself in a trance, and repeats the word "DONUTS!" when he gets within 50 feet of one. You really should take people's addictions more seriously, and quit laughing at me. Apparently there are a lot of people with this problem. 
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by Karen Gugliano-Ching Most of us try to relate kindly to various types of people every day. It is sometimes difficult, but I think people have just quit trying to understand each other. It’s not the different races or ethnicities - it’s men and women. Males and females have different points of view, no matter what their religion or status is. In the past, I have snitched on my fellow species, and I guess I’m doing it again. The thoughts here are not for degradation, as this reason is the acronym in my title. Women, naively, still try to change things so natural as a man and his behavior. |
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 Reporter -- LUIZ BRAVIM ... Nearly five centuries after Martin Luther posted his 95 Theses, protestant groups across the U.S. have decided to call it quits. Following the Easter holiday, the leaders of Baptists, Methodists, Lutherans and several other major protestant denominations realized they could never match the Catholic Church in terms of wealth, theology or numbers. Pope Benedict welcomed the return of Protestants to the Church, saying "it would be a true blessing if during this celebration of the Lord's resurrection the universal Church became universal once again." Not every aspect of Roman Catholic worship is being embraced by former
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There is nothing like manual labor to humble a person. After a long week, we have almost completely finished renovating the old house. After four moves in four years, The Boy, 22 years old, moved out of the city and into the old house. After painting, repairing, clearing out and putting a new floor in, I am very sore. The new floor in the family room and kitchen took me about 15 hours straight, and my ass is totally bruised, but finally completed the job. My fingers are stiff and sore, and the hair on my head is even aching a little! |
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We have all read about music therapy, beginning with the old cliche "Music soothes the savage beast". There are clinical reports and it has been proven that music can be therapeutic in physical therapy, in helping develop motor, cognitive and social skills, positive aid in some mental health issues, and even help children with autism. This instantly raises the question as to the type of music is involved in this therapy, as my choices are probably different than yours. There are as many various types of people as there are music or songs.
This is very important to me! Who has determined what music is played during these sessions? Who are the statisticians, clinical workers, doctors or PhDs that came up with this official list of music? What happens when they die? Is there someone else that has this list of music? Can we see this list anywhere? Does it change with the times, as music constantly changes? Will we have a choice when it is played, even if we are unconscious? Should we include this bit of information in our Last Will and Testament?
Everyone has their own opinion about what music is good or bad. We all have different taste, but I’m sure mental health patients’ music therapy would not consist of any NWA or 50 Cent. Don’t get me wrong - I love a lot of different types of music. However, if I was in a position to need music therapy, and they played hip hop or rap music, I think I’d have to bitch slap the therapist. I don’t think NWA or 50 Cent are on the "list".
In the movie "Mars Attacks" (by genius Tim Burton), Slim Whitman’s music is played loudly, and explodes the heads of the mean ass aliens invading Earth. I think we can all relate to this, and that’s why it was so funny. Though I’m sure he has a fan base, Slim is probably not on the "list".
Then there was the violent and punk, real life version of Romeo and Juliet, Sid Vicious and his girlfriend, Nancy. Because of his name, addiction, being a murderer and lyrics in most Sex Pistols songs, I don’t think Sid made the "list" either.
Weird Al Yankovic, The Cowsills, William Shatner (singing voice), Tiny Tim on his ukulele, and probably Bobby Goldsboro - none of these made the list, but this is just my opinion.
Then there’s just the random songs that come up that are not on the list either, no matter who wrote them or sang them. Chuck Berry’s "My Ding-A-Ling" would probably not be good for a child developing his motor skills. Harry Chapin’s "20,000 Pounds of Bananas" makes me a little nervous, and would not soothe anyone. Jim Croce’s "You Don’t Mess Around With Jim" includes a stabbing at the end of the song - not a good choice of therapy for a brutal, gang banging thug, trying to rehab his ways.
Then there’s the list of childhood songs that creep back into your brain, and you can’t shake them for days, sometimes weeks. Listening to these little tunes over and over would make anyone crazy. "Shoo Fly, Don’t Bother Me", "I’ve Been Working On The Railroad", "100 Bottles of Beer On The Wall", "Oh Suzanna". Now that your mind has subconsciously chosen one of these ditties, don’t blame me when you go mad because you can’t shake it. That is my point!
It’s bad enough that a gazillion mothers in this country are either tone deaf or have lovingly told their children over and over, they have a wonderful singing voice. All of these misguided youths converge to the American Idol tryouts. We laugh hysterically at them, as they just don’t see that they are that horribly bad. "Mamma wouldn’t have lied to me. I’m good and I’ll be back!"
Of course, there are musical instruments that could make you slightly psychopathic. A kazoo or constant clicking of zills would derange even a normal mind. Not just for a few minutes, but a three hour therapy session would be merciless.
This is really frightening for me! Life’s too short for bad music, especially if we are repairing, rehabilitating or recuperating. Just in case something happens to me, I’m leaving my iPod on, with my selections, and ear buds in. If I’m in a coma, please tell them not to remove it, and get RT to charge it up for me every few days. No one should take it away until there is no pulse. |
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 Reporter, Fred Farkle - Escondido, CA ... Authorities are on the lookout for three young women who held up a local Wells Fargo bank during daylight hours. The two pictured here and a third, uncostumed accessory carried no weapons and managed to disarm the bank employees with thier charming wit and personality made off with a large haul of cash, making thier getaway on a skateboard and two pogo sticks. prior to the release of this photo, which was taken hours after the heist, no descriptions of the trio existed as witnesses concentrated more on the outfits worn than the actual characteristics of the women, although all the people present during the robbery remembered them as "quite lovely".
Barnard Money, the banks manager explained that all his staff had previously been trained to provide a description of any suspicious persons but that the best information they could offer the police was that one wore fishnet stockings and wielded a mean feather duster and the other was very fetching and as beautiful as any blushing bride they'd ever seen, the third member was remembered only as a blur on the skateboard, where she was partially concealed by the bags of cash. Escondido police warned citizens not to attemt to capture these desperate individuals as they appeared dangerous and capable of costume changes at a moments notice. |
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