But Where Will I Find the Boots?

I'm working on a better post but the work I actually get paid to do is leaving me little time to finish it. So, in the meantime, I'm thinking of getting new pajamas...


What do you think? C'mon guys....wouldn't you want to date a girl who sleeps in Wonder Woman underoos?

Inevitable

Ever started seeing a guy only to find out he was married? Or that he was cheating on you? No need to threaten to chop him into little pieces and puree him in the blender for now there is a website where you expose the seedier side of his personality.

I guess since the invention of the web it was inevitable that something like this would come along. I'm actually a little surprised this type of site didn't appear sooner. The concept is intriguing. According to the site, you can empower other women by relating your bad experiences and therefore, save them from the heartache that you endured. Admittedly I checked to see if any of my former beau's were in the database (stop sweating - none of you were). But then I wondered, at the point when the deception in the relationship was revealed, would I have entered any information on my former beau? Would I use this site to find information on a prospective beau?

If I met someone who I suspected was married I might be tempted to use the site. Otherwise, I just don't think I would...for one major reason. If experience has taught me anything it's that one woman's trash is another woman's treasure. Just because I had a bad experience with someone doesn't mean that the next woman will have the same experience. Even if a prospective beau was listed on the site by someone as being less than desirable, I'd take it under advisement but it wouldn't necessarily stop me from dating that person. Maybe that makes me naive. I always have had to find things out for myself.

And, by the way, where's the site to expose women who do the same thing to men?

Anywhere But Here....

Sorry I haven't posted this week. I've been busy cleaning things up at work. Obviously, the penalty for taking vacation is dealing with the work that accumulated while I was out.

It's not been a great week. I spilled an entire cup of freshly poured and steaming hot coffee down my shirt yesterday (a travel cup no less). Which hurt like hell and left an really nice red mark on my breast. I spent most of yesterday morning holding an ice bag on it. Thankfully, I was at home yesterday and not actually in the office. Can you imagine explaining that to everyone who walked past? Hmmm, I guess I could have said my new tattoo hurt...or maybe concocted a story about wild monkey sex gone awry. I can't tell if the mark is still there because evidently I slept the wrong way on my neck last night and can only move my head to the left. Feeling sorry for me yet? lol.

I keep thinking back to vacation. I met a friend while I was there. We had planned to have lunch and take a walk on the beach. The weather, however, had a different plan in mind as the skies were gray and the rain wouldn't stop. Instead we grabbed lunch at a tiny dinner that looked as if it had been there since the beginning of time and then drove to a secluded spot and talked about life as the rain poured down on the roof of the truck and the waves crashed onto the beach. He was intelligent, funny and more handsome than even his pictures led me to believe. *Don't tell him but I let him lead the way out of the restaurant so I could check out his legs ;) I wish every day could be that relaxing. If it was, I don't think I'd care about spilled coffee or neck pains.

For Sale

House in North Georgia. Willing to trade for house within hour drive of the beach.

Needless to say, I didn't want to come back. If you had this view from your house everyday would you want to come back to reality?

Vacation was great. I forgot what it was like to get sand in certain areas of my bathing suit (yeck) but otherwise I loved my week at the beach. As usual. I don't know why I just don't give it up and move down there. Playing in the water. Picking up sea shells. Fish nibbling at your toes. Watching hot, young studs stroll along the sand. Ahhhhh......

I did figure out one thing while I was there. I will never...EVER...date a man who can't pick up after himself. I am not your Momma. You can take your empty Coke can and half-eaten bologna sandwich to the garbage just as easily as I can. Sheesh.

2,996 Tribute

This tribute is part of the 2,996 project established by D.C. Roe. This project was designed, not to relive the tragedy, but to celebrate the lives of those who were taken from us. 2,996 bloggers telling 2,996 stories celebrating 2,996 lives.

No person is ever truly alone.
Those who live no more,
Whom we loved,
Echo still within our thoughts,
Our words, our hearts.
And what they did
And who they were
Becomes a part of all that we are,
Forever.
by Richard Fife

Joseph Collison, age 50, WTC North Tower

He moved from Toronto to New York City to follow a dream. And did for 10 shining years. He earned the respect of his friends and co-workers. Wore colorful shirts and displayed a matching colorful wit. He loved his family and spoke of them often to his friends and co-workers. He was someone who always stood beside you; was always there for you when you needed him. As he was there for the little boy he cared for and hoped to adopt. His laughter still echoes in the hearts of those he touched.

There is a lantern from his garden that still shines brightly in remembrance of him.

I didn't know Joe while he was alive but from what I've learned about him while researching this tribute...I think I would have really liked him.

It's A Bird, It's A Plane........

No, it's a roadable aircraft....or in non-technical terms, a flying car (click on the video to watch a demo). This is sooooooooo cool! Remember those cartoons with flying cars? Or the Tomorrowland exhibits at the amusement park which promised we'd all have flying cars by the year 2000? Well, looks like it may be a possibility in 2009 (for a mere $148,000). And before anyone mentions fuel efficiency.....it gets 30 mpg city/40 highway/40 airborne. How long do you think it will take before they build landing strips beside the highways?

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Sorry for not posting more this week. I've been busy wrapping up projects at work, suffering through a cold and packing every piece of clothing I own....I'm not sure why. I'll end up spending the entire week in my bathing suit. Ahhh, the mysteries of life.

You'll all be glad to know that I'm feeling more like Stormy lately. I'm taking my pen and paper with me (because I'm a heathen and don't own a laptop). I feel some posts brewing.

A word of warning to all those who would rather not think about it....because I will be gone on 9/11, my tribute as part of the 2,996 project will be posted tomorrow night and will stay up until I return next weekend. You've been warned.

Have You Seen My Muse?????

I really don't have anything to discuss today. I find that's been happening a lot lately. I think of something interesting, write a few lines about it, deem it uninteresting and abandon the entire idea. I think my muse has left me. If you find him, please send him back. He's about this tall, washboard stomach, built like a linebacker....on second thought, send over any man remotely fitting that description and I'll take it from there! ;)

I have begun the countdown to vacation. This time next week I will be closing down shop and heading to the beach for an entire week of sun, sand and lots of drinks with little umbrellas. It's been a long summer and I can't wait to get out of here for a few days. I may get to meet another blogger while I'm there!

Ok, ask random questions or leave an idea for a post. Have a great weekend!!