Wow, over a week since I wrote anything. Time flies when you're having fun. I have two house guests which have been taking up my time. Princess, who has moved in until she goes to Calgary and Darkstar for two weeks while her owners are away.
I realized that when living alone you get into very selfish routines. Some not always good. With myself, I have become somewhat of a hermit. Not anymore.......
This is the first time in my life that I have ever lived alone and thought I loved it?? Having Princess here has been a great change for the better. We go out shopping, eating, drinking, and then come home to chat, watch a movie, whatever. Waking up in the morning and laughing over coffee. Just being happy and laughing a lot is wonderful.
Now Kitty is not the same shy kitty that was with me 3 months ago. She arrived by carriage, with bag and litter box (in someone else's hand) and immediately made herself at home. She even brought along her own hacienda. Some tubular structure that has 2 levels, 2 self-contained compartments , covered with carpet. Quite the drum.
I didn't see that one comin'.
Okee........... it took George 4 trips to bring in all her stuff. She has also gotten very saucy. I was told to give her ONE treat a day. (I confess to overindulging her last visit).
Her first nite with me, I picked her up to snuggle(after a treat) and when I put her down she swiped my leg with her paw. Not nice.
Today I refused her demand for a treat and when I left her in the kitchen, she started banging the cupboard door open and shut with her paw. (For quite a while I might add).
This might seem like blattering to you, but it is quite a revelation to me. I will miss my little family when they leave.
PS
Holy Shit!!!
I just went to pet HELLCAT (which she has now been offically christened), and she literally nailed me. My finger is bleeding! She was lying on my bed and I innocently went over to pet her. I don't think she will be receiving another invite. I might like company BUT I'm not a sadist.
What the hell happened in 3 months?? She comes from a loving family.
Sunday, July 23, 2006
Saturday, July 15, 2006
Blogging
I heard about blogging but didn't really know what it was about. I accidently came across one in my internet travels. I found the blogger interesting and responded. (although somewhat cranky, the blogger). During that time I came across other bloggers who I found intelligent and funny. I decided to create a blog myself, which I enjoy.
The thing is, is that the bloggers that I enjoy happen to be gay males. Am I a fag hag? That term alwaysed seemed to have such a negative connotation, I tend to shy away from it.
1. Some would say that fag hags are pitied based on the assumption that their fascination with gay men lies in infatuation, which will most likely never be consummated. While this is occasionally true, most fag hag relationships contain no romantic feelings; indeed, some fag hags are lesbian.
2. This relationship, like most positive relationships, generally evolves out of shared interests and opinions. It offers heterosexual women an opportunity to participate in a gay community where arts, fashion, and literature are embraced and encouraged.
3. The gay community also offers straight women a safe environment to party in relative freedom from unwanted sexual advances.
None of these really pertain to me except the freedom from unwanted sexual advances, at this time in my life. I escaped from a relatively long relationship (8 yrs), very abusive and volatile. I even have to have my phone and address under another name for my safety. Do I want another man in my life now? Definitely not. I am just enjoying the peace and quiet that life allows me.
Getting back to blogging, I really enjoy having contact with people that are intelligent, funny, witty, informative, and enlightening. The fact that they are gay, well............. suits me just fine!
I just hope that they accept me for me.
I heard about blogging but didn't really know what it was about. I accidently came across one in my internet travels. I found the blogger interesting and responded. (although somewhat cranky, the blogger). During that time I came across other bloggers who I found intelligent and funny. I decided to create a blog myself, which I enjoy.
The thing is, is that the bloggers that I enjoy happen to be gay males. Am I a fag hag? That term alwaysed seemed to have such a negative connotation, I tend to shy away from it.
1. Some would say that fag hags are pitied based on the assumption that their fascination with gay men lies in infatuation, which will most likely never be consummated. While this is occasionally true, most fag hag relationships contain no romantic feelings; indeed, some fag hags are lesbian.
2. This relationship, like most positive relationships, generally evolves out of shared interests and opinions. It offers heterosexual women an opportunity to participate in a gay community where arts, fashion, and literature are embraced and encouraged.
3. The gay community also offers straight women a safe environment to party in relative freedom from unwanted sexual advances.
None of these really pertain to me except the freedom from unwanted sexual advances, at this time in my life. I escaped from a relatively long relationship (8 yrs), very abusive and volatile. I even have to have my phone and address under another name for my safety. Do I want another man in my life now? Definitely not. I am just enjoying the peace and quiet that life allows me.
Getting back to blogging, I really enjoy having contact with people that are intelligent, funny, witty, informative, and enlightening. The fact that they are gay, well............. suits me just fine!
I just hope that they accept me for me.
Friday, July 14, 2006
That's What Friends Are For
Dionne Warwick got it right!
Keep smilin' keep shinin'
Knowing you can always count on me for sure
That's what friends are for
In good times and bad times I'll be on your side forever more
Ohh That's what friends are for
I came back from my holiday early because Princess was going away on holiday and needed someone to be at her apartment for the movers today. She's going to Calgary for her graduate studies. Up at 5 A.M. like a trooper, to be at her place to make sure everything is in order. The movers were great, small but wirey. I didn't think they could handle the heavy boxes, neither one of them was over 5'6" and 120 lbs soaking wet, but............you can't judge a book by it's cover. They were Mighty Men!!! Superman could take tips. HeHe.
Talking about books, her estimate for the poundage in moving is way more than she thought.
$1000.00 more. And it's all her freakin' books that caused it. Oh well, who can put a price on one's addiction. Certainly not me. I'll give her the bad news when she gets home. She's now on the beach in Tobago enjoying herself and hopefully she has a cute cabana boy catering to her every need.
I also have to keep on top of her laptop that she had to send to Texas to be repaired. They're a bitch to get a hold of. Good luck to me! :)
She has this 2' by 3' board to make notes on. Typical, she has it bordered in pink satin and white tulle. I wasn't being nosey, I was just wondering if they would take it because it wasn't boxed.
She had her new budget written on it. Check this out!!
Rent............... Whatever
Groceries....... $ 100.00/mth
Necessities.......$ 100.00/mth
Frivolities.........$100.00/week
I don't know if that was a typo, but it was written by hand. :)
I love her dearly, and she was there for me many times when I needed her, so as Dionne says.....................
Dionne Warwick got it right!
Keep smilin' keep shinin'
Knowing you can always count on me for sure
That's what friends are for
In good times and bad times I'll be on your side forever more
Ohh That's what friends are for
I came back from my holiday early because Princess was going away on holiday and needed someone to be at her apartment for the movers today. She's going to Calgary for her graduate studies. Up at 5 A.M. like a trooper, to be at her place to make sure everything is in order. The movers were great, small but wirey. I didn't think they could handle the heavy boxes, neither one of them was over 5'6" and 120 lbs soaking wet, but............you can't judge a book by it's cover. They were Mighty Men!!! Superman could take tips. HeHe.
Talking about books, her estimate for the poundage in moving is way more than she thought.
$1000.00 more. And it's all her freakin' books that caused it. Oh well, who can put a price on one's addiction. Certainly not me. I'll give her the bad news when she gets home. She's now on the beach in Tobago enjoying herself and hopefully she has a cute cabana boy catering to her every need.
I also have to keep on top of her laptop that she had to send to Texas to be repaired. They're a bitch to get a hold of. Good luck to me! :)
She has this 2' by 3' board to make notes on. Typical, she has it bordered in pink satin and white tulle. I wasn't being nosey, I was just wondering if they would take it because it wasn't boxed.
She had her new budget written on it. Check this out!!
Rent............... Whatever
Groceries....... $ 100.00/mth
Necessities.......$ 100.00/mth
Frivolities.........$100.00/week
I don't know if that was a typo, but it was written by hand. :)
I love her dearly, and she was there for me many times when I needed her, so as Dionne says.....................
Wednesday, July 12, 2006
I so, so love Dan Savage XXXOOO
Dear Dan,
I love my husband so, so much. He's so, so good to me. But there's another man I'm so, so attracted to. I don't want to jeopardize my marriage but I'm afraid I might in a moment of weakness. At the same time, I don't want to give up the activity where I see this other man, because the activity (martial-arts study) is a really important part of my life.
So, So Married
Reply
Hm. You can't stop seeing this other man because you study martial arts with him and that's such an important part of your life—unlike, say, your marriage—and as everyone knows there's only one martial-arts school on the whole freakin' planet. So you're pretty much condemned to spend time with this other man until the inevitable inevitability inevitably happens.
Puh-leeze, SSM. If your husband doesn't rate the supreme sacrifice of switching to some other martial-arts school, then nothing I can say is going to stop you from getting what you so, so desperately want. But after you fuck this other guy, SSM, don't run around pretending that you were just a victim of cruel circumstance—martial arts made me do it!—and not the so, so guilty instigator.
Dear Dan,
I love my husband so, so much. He's so, so good to me. But there's another man I'm so, so attracted to. I don't want to jeopardize my marriage but I'm afraid I might in a moment of weakness. At the same time, I don't want to give up the activity where I see this other man, because the activity (martial-arts study) is a really important part of my life.
So, So Married
Reply
Hm. You can't stop seeing this other man because you study martial arts with him and that's such an important part of your life—unlike, say, your marriage—and as everyone knows there's only one martial-arts school on the whole freakin' planet. So you're pretty much condemned to spend time with this other man until the inevitable inevitability inevitably happens.
Puh-leeze, SSM. If your husband doesn't rate the supreme sacrifice of switching to some other martial-arts school, then nothing I can say is going to stop you from getting what you so, so desperately want. But after you fuck this other guy, SSM, don't run around pretending that you were just a victim of cruel circumstance—martial arts made me do it!—and not the so, so guilty instigator.
Tuesday, July 11, 2006
Jul 11 1945
For the first time, Napalm powder is mixed with gasoline and sprayed on live human beings. This feat is achieved by U.S. Army forces against the Japanese on Luzon in the Philippines.
In grand Internet tradition, I now give you the recipe to produce this horrible substance: Take styrofoam, add benzene and gasoline; ignite; pour on [insert ethnic slur here].
Kim Phuc June 1972
"The Girl In The Photo", was accidentally burned by her own countrymen, who were fighting her future countrymen.The only American participants of any nature were the journalists who reported the event and made her famous, and the doctors who saved her life.
If left to the care of her countrymen it is unlikely that the little girl would have lived to market forgiveness to anyone. But American doctors saved her and Americans made her famous enough to forgive them for an accident in which no American participated.
When the photo was taken and first published, the truth was published with it. It was an all-Vietnamese accident, at a time when American soldiers had been withdrawn almost completely from participation in ground action. Peter Arnett, Fox Butterfield, and Christopher Wain were three who independently reported on the incident at the village of Trang Bang, when it happened in 1972. Their news reports showed it to be an accidental bombing by the Vietnamese Air Force, during an all-Vietnamese fight. The other reports of the time said the same and film footage taken that day clearly shows a Vietnamese Air Force Skyraider making a highly photogenic low level run, dropping four canisters of napalm with the journalists and South Vietnamese soldiers standing on the road near the village as spectators. The film depicts a casual group, not seeking shelter from either the aircraft or enemy fire, and almost makes it appear that the bomb run was made for the benefit of the film crews.
Somehow, talking about my holidays (which I initially intended to do) seems ludicrous.
For the first time, Napalm powder is mixed with gasoline and sprayed on live human beings. This feat is achieved by U.S. Army forces against the Japanese on Luzon in the Philippines.
In grand Internet tradition, I now give you the recipe to produce this horrible substance: Take styrofoam, add benzene and gasoline; ignite; pour on [insert ethnic slur here].
Kim Phuc June 1972
"The Girl In The Photo", was accidentally burned by her own countrymen, who were fighting her future countrymen.The only American participants of any nature were the journalists who reported the event and made her famous, and the doctors who saved her life.
If left to the care of her countrymen it is unlikely that the little girl would have lived to market forgiveness to anyone. But American doctors saved her and Americans made her famous enough to forgive them for an accident in which no American participated.
When the photo was taken and first published, the truth was published with it. It was an all-Vietnamese accident, at a time when American soldiers had been withdrawn almost completely from participation in ground action. Peter Arnett, Fox Butterfield, and Christopher Wain were three who independently reported on the incident at the village of Trang Bang, when it happened in 1972. Their news reports showed it to be an accidental bombing by the Vietnamese Air Force, during an all-Vietnamese fight. The other reports of the time said the same and film footage taken that day clearly shows a Vietnamese Air Force Skyraider making a highly photogenic low level run, dropping four canisters of napalm with the journalists and South Vietnamese soldiers standing on the road near the village as spectators. The film depicts a casual group, not seeking shelter from either the aircraft or enemy fire, and almost makes it appear that the bomb run was made for the benefit of the film crews.
Somehow, talking about my holidays (which I initially intended to do) seems ludicrous.
Subscribe to:
Posts (Atom)