WHAT THE HECK ???
I ran across this while reading through some other blogs... I was infuriated once I read this.
CAN YOU BELIEVE THIS....Legislators in Mississippi want to make it illegal for restaurants to serve obese customers in Mississippi.
House Bill 282 says:
Any food establishment to which this section applies shall not be allowed to serve food to any person who is obese, based on criteria prescribed by the State Department of Health after consultation with the Mississippi Council on Obesity Prevention and Management established under Section 41-101-1 or its successor. The State Department of Health shall prepare written materials that describe and explain the criteria for determining whether a person is obese, and shall provide those materials to all food establishments to which this section applies. A food establishment shall be entitled to rely on the criteria for obesity in those written materials when determining whether or not it is allowed to serve food to any person.
The proposal would allow health inspectors to yank the permit from any restaurant that “repeatedly” feeds extremely overweight customers.
The bill, written by GOP Rep. W. T. Mayhall Jr., was referred to the Judiciary and Public Health committees, but is not expected to garner much support. Hopefully it will be turned down and a REAL solution to the state’s obesity problem.
I know I am on a new track to be more aware of what passes over my lips and through my gums... but still I think everyone should have the freedom to decide just what and how much of what they wish to put in their own mouths. I am just beside myself at the gall of some of these legislature people.
Check out (HERE) and (THERE) of some other bloggers who have weighed in on the topic !!
Monday, February 4, 2008
PUTTING YOUR AFFAIRS IN ORDER
PUTTING YOUR AFFAIRS IN ORDER---women are pure GENIUS
A woman went to her doctor. The doctor, after an examination, sighed and said, 'I have some bad news. You have cancer, and you'd best put your affairs in order.' The woman was shocked, but managed to compose herself and walk into The waiting room where her daughter had been waiting. 'Well daughter, we women celebrate when things are good, and we celebrate when things don't go so well. In this case, things aren't well. I have cancer. Let's head to the club and have a martini.
After 3 or 4 martinis, the two were feeling a little less somber. There were some laughs and more martinis. They were eventually approached by some of the woman's old friends, who were curious as to what the two were celebrating.
The woman told her friends they were drinking to her impending end. 'I've been diagnosed with AIDS.' The friends were aghast and gave the woman their condolences. After the friends left, the woman's daughter leaned over and whispered, ' Momma, I thought you said you were dying of cancer, and you just told your friends you were dying of AIDS.
The woman said, 'I don't want any of those bitches sleeping with your father after I'm gone.'
A woman went to her doctor. The doctor, after an examination, sighed and said, 'I have some bad news. You have cancer, and you'd best put your affairs in order.' The woman was shocked, but managed to compose herself and walk into The waiting room where her daughter had been waiting. 'Well daughter, we women celebrate when things are good, and we celebrate when things don't go so well. In this case, things aren't well. I have cancer. Let's head to the club and have a martini.
After 3 or 4 martinis, the two were feeling a little less somber. There were some laughs and more martinis. They were eventually approached by some of the woman's old friends, who were curious as to what the two were celebrating.
The woman told her friends they were drinking to her impending end. 'I've been diagnosed with AIDS.' The friends were aghast and gave the woman their condolences. After the friends left, the woman's daughter leaned over and whispered, ' Momma, I thought you said you were dying of cancer, and you just told your friends you were dying of AIDS.
The woman said, 'I don't want any of those bitches sleeping with your father after I'm gone.'
Superbowl Sunday
HOW WAS YOURS???
My super bowl sunday was pretty darn good. Michael rented out a private theatre at the Studio Movie Grill--if your not familiar it's a movie theatre where they serve you dinner and drinks while you watch your movie... it's alot of fun.
So we had our own private theatre for about 35 friends that actually got to make it. I'm glad no more showed up and you will know why in a few.... this was the best idea I (yes it was all mine) came up with. It was so fun to get so many of Michael's friends all together and have room to stretch out and have someone else wait on you hand and foot while you watched the superbowl on a MOVIE SCREEN... the players were bigger than lifesize... so cool. I highly recommend this to anyone with the means to do so... Although the Patriots didn't pull out the perfect season finaly it was definitely a game I will never forget!
I do have to say that Michael got a little to generous... as he usually does when he gets his friends together. He started buying drinks... for everyone (OMG). SMG (studio movie grill) is not cheap when it comes to drinks, not even close !
I don't mind when the pitchers of beer ar $5 that Michael buys drinks... but when the pitchers are $15 at least and the shots are $6.50 each... they don't need to be bought in rounds of 30... OMG again.
They reprinted our check 11 times... due to all the additions... I finally had to pull the reins and told Michael to cut it out... he's good to listen when I lay down the law... our tab alone was over $399 bucks and that's NOT including the theatre rental. I was fine until the manager told me that when the other people were receiving their bills they were telling the waiters that Michael was paying for it all.......... OHHHHHHHHH NOOOO SIR !!!
I took that manager to the side and asked he print up every tab for every person and bring them to me. Then when he came back, I took him to every person and said look at your bill... is that what you ordered?? Yes? Okay, now pay it !!! In a little nicer way :) but I was not going to have anyone take advantage of a good thing. Michael had already paid for the theatre and for most of everyone's drinks... we are not feeding your bum asses too... --not bums, but I didn't want anyone to "accidentally" forget to pay their tab !!! There that was handled !!!
I got alot of props for the way I ran things at the party... tons of hugs followed by this is the best Superbowl I have ever been to, even got a great compliment from one of his closest friends who grabed me and pulled me aside to tell me, he was thanked God that I stole Michael because he hated that last "bitch"... I didn't steal anyone for the record... he was single and looking when HE found me :) but thanks Pat, your a sweetheart of a guy for saying so.
So as we are standing outside at the halftime smoke break, I hear Michael tell everyone to head to our place (my small place) after the game... I was like what? YOU MEAN MY SHOE BOX LOFT APT? ummm well okay. And sure enough a dozen or show came over. But it was nice, the guys got to the PS2 and played some games, the girls just fussed over Priss in her valentines dress and goober too. (I have to take some pic of her in her new dress--coming soon) It was fun.
I took tons of pic last night and downloaded them at home.. will need to post some pics.
Hope you all had a wonderful SUPER BOWL TOO !!
My super bowl sunday was pretty darn good. Michael rented out a private theatre at the Studio Movie Grill--if your not familiar it's a movie theatre where they serve you dinner and drinks while you watch your movie... it's alot of fun.
So we had our own private theatre for about 35 friends that actually got to make it. I'm glad no more showed up and you will know why in a few.... this was the best idea I (yes it was all mine) came up with. It was so fun to get so many of Michael's friends all together and have room to stretch out and have someone else wait on you hand and foot while you watched the superbowl on a MOVIE SCREEN... the players were bigger than lifesize... so cool. I highly recommend this to anyone with the means to do so... Although the Patriots didn't pull out the perfect season finaly it was definitely a game I will never forget!
I do have to say that Michael got a little to generous... as he usually does when he gets his friends together. He started buying drinks... for everyone (OMG). SMG (studio movie grill) is not cheap when it comes to drinks, not even close !
I don't mind when the pitchers of beer ar $5 that Michael buys drinks... but when the pitchers are $15 at least and the shots are $6.50 each... they don't need to be bought in rounds of 30... OMG again.
They reprinted our check 11 times... due to all the additions... I finally had to pull the reins and told Michael to cut it out... he's good to listen when I lay down the law... our tab alone was over $399 bucks and that's NOT including the theatre rental. I was fine until the manager told me that when the other people were receiving their bills they were telling the waiters that Michael was paying for it all.......... OHHHHHHHHH NOOOO SIR !!!
I took that manager to the side and asked he print up every tab for every person and bring them to me. Then when he came back, I took him to every person and said look at your bill... is that what you ordered?? Yes? Okay, now pay it !!! In a little nicer way :) but I was not going to have anyone take advantage of a good thing. Michael had already paid for the theatre and for most of everyone's drinks... we are not feeding your bum asses too... --not bums, but I didn't want anyone to "accidentally" forget to pay their tab !!! There that was handled !!!
I got alot of props for the way I ran things at the party... tons of hugs followed by this is the best Superbowl I have ever been to, even got a great compliment from one of his closest friends who grabed me and pulled me aside to tell me, he was thanked God that I stole Michael because he hated that last "bitch"... I didn't steal anyone for the record... he was single and looking when HE found me :) but thanks Pat, your a sweetheart of a guy for saying so.
So as we are standing outside at the halftime smoke break, I hear Michael tell everyone to head to our place (my small place) after the game... I was like what? YOU MEAN MY SHOE BOX LOFT APT? ummm well okay. And sure enough a dozen or show came over. But it was nice, the guys got to the PS2 and played some games, the girls just fussed over Priss in her valentines dress and goober too. (I have to take some pic of her in her new dress--coming soon) It was fun.
I took tons of pic last night and downloaded them at home.. will need to post some pics.
Hope you all had a wonderful SUPER BOWL TOO !!
Catching up
I know I have been away for awhile... tooo long...
Last week.. Tuesday, Michael and I took a couple of days off and headed back home. He finally got some time off and so we could get away for a bit. He had met my sister's family but not my mom and grandpa yet, so here we go. Headed home and had a great couple of days visit. He was a hit with mom and pop. They both loved him and that of course means alot to me... very important. He liked them alot too. He did alot of running around with my grandpa which I just found to be so cute. I got to see my sister's kiddos which always makes me happy. I miss them so much when they are not around for awhile. They are what I get homesick for... not so much as going back home, but just hanging out with the kids. We watched a couple of movies on my sister's new big screen... it's ridiculious :) Will do a movie review and update in another post here shortly !!
Okay so headed to sonic to get an apple juice slush (those ROCK) with mom and crack... my window bracket breaks... I can't roll my window up... what the heck... are you kidding me... SERIOUSLY !!! Well thank goodness for no rain that night. Thursday morning we wake up to head back home and what the heck... it's snowing outside... are you kidding me??
Well my mom bundles us both up including the 2 dogs which are piled into my lap and between my feet. She sets Michael up with a huge coffee and we head home... Michael manages to turn a 3 hour trip into 2 including a couple of stops with our driver window down... he didn't want to fix it until we got home to his friend who's the "car" guy! Boy... what a trip! But it was kinda funny and somewhat of our first adventure :) first of many I am sure.
After getting home and thawing out we decide to hit a movie... so Rambo here we come. It was actually pretty good. The war and fighting scenes seemed all to real and I was not bored at all. Turned out to be a good day after all.
Friday morning I wake up off and on through the night with some nausea, when getting up at 530 to get Michael ready for work it hit me full force... I was in the downstairs bathroom tossing my cookies... but there were no cookies to toss... so it was just alot of dry heaving and that hurts sooo dang bad. I hate to throw up... it sends those sharp tingles down the muscles in my back that just sting so bad. After getting him off to work I lay back down before I am to head off myself. After a couple hours the nausea is still there... So I make the call to tell the boss, me and work are not happening today and then I went back to bed. I was so sore... just everything seemed to ache and all I wanted to do was sleep. I didn't dare eat anything and when I tried to sip some crystal light... it came back up too... sooo no more drinking either. The ex called to remind me he was coming into town today to get the rest of his stuff that he had left behind when we split... I said go ahead, just don't expect help... too sick. He came by and packed up while I layed wrapped up like a burrito on the couch... I knew something was wrong when I was freezing... I am never cold. YEP.. had a slight fever. So between the bathroom and the couch we became very friendly all day. Michael got off earlier than he expected which was great and he wanted me to ride along with him to run his errands in his part of town. I love being with him no matter what we are doing, but don't know if the car ride was the best idea... the nausea was hanging on to me like the plague... but with nothing in my system, there was nothing to throw up :) . Michael wanted to grab some dinner... he hit Sonic... I got an apple juice slush to try to see if that would work and it did fine... I sipped it slowly. After all the running around I got some gatorade on the way home to drink before bed. It went down and stayed down well. Saturday still a little nausious but found the nausea meds they gave me for after surgery that I didn't need to use and took that... boy that worked wonders. Popped those babies every 4 hours as allowed and that got me through the day well. I managed to have some broth later saturday night as Michael and his friend Pat enjoyed some delicious smelling chinese. But that's okay... I wasn't about to dare anything more than that broth and some tea.
For anyone who made it this far... BLESS YOU !!! I know this post was here and there and back again, but keep coming back off and on as I work so it might be alot of ramblings... I'm sure it is actually, but that's how my brain works at times.
Last week.. Tuesday, Michael and I took a couple of days off and headed back home. He finally got some time off and so we could get away for a bit. He had met my sister's family but not my mom and grandpa yet, so here we go. Headed home and had a great couple of days visit. He was a hit with mom and pop. They both loved him and that of course means alot to me... very important. He liked them alot too. He did alot of running around with my grandpa which I just found to be so cute. I got to see my sister's kiddos which always makes me happy. I miss them so much when they are not around for awhile. They are what I get homesick for... not so much as going back home, but just hanging out with the kids. We watched a couple of movies on my sister's new big screen... it's ridiculious :) Will do a movie review and update in another post here shortly !!
Okay so headed to sonic to get an apple juice slush (those ROCK) with mom and crack... my window bracket breaks... I can't roll my window up... what the heck... are you kidding me... SERIOUSLY !!! Well thank goodness for no rain that night. Thursday morning we wake up to head back home and what the heck... it's snowing outside... are you kidding me??
Well my mom bundles us both up including the 2 dogs which are piled into my lap and between my feet. She sets Michael up with a huge coffee and we head home... Michael manages to turn a 3 hour trip into 2 including a couple of stops with our driver window down... he didn't want to fix it until we got home to his friend who's the "car" guy! Boy... what a trip! But it was kinda funny and somewhat of our first adventure :) first of many I am sure.
After getting home and thawing out we decide to hit a movie... so Rambo here we come. It was actually pretty good. The war and fighting scenes seemed all to real and I was not bored at all. Turned out to be a good day after all.
Friday morning I wake up off and on through the night with some nausea, when getting up at 530 to get Michael ready for work it hit me full force... I was in the downstairs bathroom tossing my cookies... but there were no cookies to toss... so it was just alot of dry heaving and that hurts sooo dang bad. I hate to throw up... it sends those sharp tingles down the muscles in my back that just sting so bad. After getting him off to work I lay back down before I am to head off myself. After a couple hours the nausea is still there... So I make the call to tell the boss, me and work are not happening today and then I went back to bed. I was so sore... just everything seemed to ache and all I wanted to do was sleep. I didn't dare eat anything and when I tried to sip some crystal light... it came back up too... sooo no more drinking either. The ex called to remind me he was coming into town today to get the rest of his stuff that he had left behind when we split... I said go ahead, just don't expect help... too sick. He came by and packed up while I layed wrapped up like a burrito on the couch... I knew something was wrong when I was freezing... I am never cold. YEP.. had a slight fever. So between the bathroom and the couch we became very friendly all day. Michael got off earlier than he expected which was great and he wanted me to ride along with him to run his errands in his part of town. I love being with him no matter what we are doing, but don't know if the car ride was the best idea... the nausea was hanging on to me like the plague... but with nothing in my system, there was nothing to throw up :) . Michael wanted to grab some dinner... he hit Sonic... I got an apple juice slush to try to see if that would work and it did fine... I sipped it slowly. After all the running around I got some gatorade on the way home to drink before bed. It went down and stayed down well. Saturday still a little nausious but found the nausea meds they gave me for after surgery that I didn't need to use and took that... boy that worked wonders. Popped those babies every 4 hours as allowed and that got me through the day well. I managed to have some broth later saturday night as Michael and his friend Pat enjoyed some delicious smelling chinese. But that's okay... I wasn't about to dare anything more than that broth and some tea.
For anyone who made it this far... BLESS YOU !!! I know this post was here and there and back again, but keep coming back off and on as I work so it might be alot of ramblings... I'm sure it is actually, but that's how my brain works at times.
Monday, January 28, 2008
Was this guy a BLONDE??? Do tell me...
I read this the other day and just could not stop laughing. I could actually visualize this happening and I was brought to tears laughing about it. Hope you enjoy !!
A guy who purchased his lovely wife a pocket Taser for their anniversary submitted this as a 'short' story for his alumni newsletter.
Pocket Taser Stun Gun -- a great gift for the wife...
Last weekend I saw something at Larry's Pistol & Pawn Shop that sparked my interest. The occasion was our 15th anniversary and I was looking fora little something extra for my wife Julie. What I came across was a 100,000-volt, pocket/purse-sized taser. The effects of the taser were supposed to be short lived, with no long-term adverse affect on your assailant, allowing her adequate time to retreat to safety. WAY TOO COOL!
Long story short, I bought the device and brought it home. loaded two triple-a batteries in the darn thing and pushed the button. Nothing! Iwas disappointed. I learned, however, that if I pushed the button AND pressed it against a metal surface at the same time; I'd get the blue arch of electricity darting back and forth between the prongs.?? AWESOME!!!?
Unfortunately, I have yet to explain to Julie what that burn spot is on the face of her microwave!Okay, so I was home alone with this new toy, thinking to myself that it couldn't be all that bad with only two triple-A batteries, right?! !?? There I sat in my recliner, my cat, Gracie, looking on intently (trusting little soul) while I was reading the directions and thinking that I really needed to try this thing out on a flesh & blood moving target. I must admit I thought about zapping Gracie (for a fraction of a second) and thought better of it. She is such a sweet cat. But, if I was going to give this thing to my wife to protect herself against a mugger, I did want some assurance that it would work as advertised. Am I wrong???
So, there I sat in a pair of shorts and a tank top with my reading glasses perched delicately on the bridge of my nose, directions in one hand, and taser in another. The directions said that a one-second burst would shock and disorient your assailant; a two-second burst was supposed to cause muscle spasms and a major loss of bodily control; a three-second burst would reportedly make your assailant flop on the ground like a fish out of water. Any burst longer than three seconds would be wasting the batteries. All the while I'm looking at this little device measuring about 5" long, less than 3/4 inch in circumference; pretty cute really and (loaded with two itsy, bitsy triple-A batteries) thinking to myself, "no possible way!"
What happened next is almost beyond description, but I'll do my best...I'm sitting there alone, Gracie looking on with her head cocked to one side as to say, "don't do it, dumbass," reasoning that a one-second burst from such a tiny little ole thing couldn't hurt all that bad. I decided to give myself a one-second burst just for heck of it. I touched the prongs to my naked thigh, pushed the button and...HOLY MOTHER OF GOD, WEAPONS OF MASS DESTRUCTION!!!I'm pretty sure Hulk Hogan ran in through the side door, picked me up in the recliner, then body slammed us both on the carpet, over and over and over again. I vaguely recall waking up on my side in the fetal position, with tears in my eyes, body soaking wet, both nipples on fire, testicles nowhere to be found, with my left arm tucked under my body in the oddest position, and tingling in my legs! The cat was standing over me making meowing sounds I had never heard before, licking my face, undoubtedly thinking to herself, "Do it again, stupid, do it again!"
Note: If you ever feel compelled to "mug"yourself with a taser, one note of caution: there is no such thing as a one-second burst when you zap yourself! You will not let go of that thing until it is dislodged from your hand by a violent thrashing about on the floor. A three-second burst would be considered conservative. SON-OF-A-*%#... That hurt like **%! A minute or so later (I can't besure, as time was a relative thing at that point), I collected my wits (what little I had left), sat up and surveyed the landscape. My bent reading glasses were on the mantel of the fireplace. How did they get upthere??? My triceps, right thigh and both nipples were still twitching. My face felt like it had been shot up with Novocain, and my bottom lip weighed 88 lbs. I'm still looking for my testicles! I'm offering asignificant reward for their safe return!
P. S. My wife loved the gift, and now regularly threatens me with it!
A guy who purchased his lovely wife a pocket Taser for their anniversary submitted this as a 'short' story for his alumni newsletter.
Pocket Taser Stun Gun -- a great gift for the wife...
Last weekend I saw something at Larry's Pistol & Pawn Shop that sparked my interest. The occasion was our 15th anniversary and I was looking fora little something extra for my wife Julie. What I came across was a 100,000-volt, pocket/purse-sized taser. The effects of the taser were supposed to be short lived, with no long-term adverse affect on your assailant, allowing her adequate time to retreat to safety. WAY TOO COOL!
Long story short, I bought the device and brought it home. loaded two triple-a batteries in the darn thing and pushed the button. Nothing! Iwas disappointed. I learned, however, that if I pushed the button AND pressed it against a metal surface at the same time; I'd get the blue arch of electricity darting back and forth between the prongs.?? AWESOME!!!?
Unfortunately, I have yet to explain to Julie what that burn spot is on the face of her microwave!Okay, so I was home alone with this new toy, thinking to myself that it couldn't be all that bad with only two triple-A batteries, right?! !?? There I sat in my recliner, my cat, Gracie, looking on intently (trusting little soul) while I was reading the directions and thinking that I really needed to try this thing out on a flesh & blood moving target. I must admit I thought about zapping Gracie (for a fraction of a second) and thought better of it. She is such a sweet cat. But, if I was going to give this thing to my wife to protect herself against a mugger, I did want some assurance that it would work as advertised. Am I wrong???
So, there I sat in a pair of shorts and a tank top with my reading glasses perched delicately on the bridge of my nose, directions in one hand, and taser in another. The directions said that a one-second burst would shock and disorient your assailant; a two-second burst was supposed to cause muscle spasms and a major loss of bodily control; a three-second burst would reportedly make your assailant flop on the ground like a fish out of water. Any burst longer than three seconds would be wasting the batteries. All the while I'm looking at this little device measuring about 5" long, less than 3/4 inch in circumference; pretty cute really and (loaded with two itsy, bitsy triple-A batteries) thinking to myself, "no possible way!"
What happened next is almost beyond description, but I'll do my best...I'm sitting there alone, Gracie looking on with her head cocked to one side as to say, "don't do it, dumbass," reasoning that a one-second burst from such a tiny little ole thing couldn't hurt all that bad. I decided to give myself a one-second burst just for heck of it. I touched the prongs to my naked thigh, pushed the button and...HOLY MOTHER OF GOD, WEAPONS OF MASS DESTRUCTION!!!I'm pretty sure Hulk Hogan ran in through the side door, picked me up in the recliner, then body slammed us both on the carpet, over and over and over again. I vaguely recall waking up on my side in the fetal position, with tears in my eyes, body soaking wet, both nipples on fire, testicles nowhere to be found, with my left arm tucked under my body in the oddest position, and tingling in my legs! The cat was standing over me making meowing sounds I had never heard before, licking my face, undoubtedly thinking to herself, "Do it again, stupid, do it again!"
Note: If you ever feel compelled to "mug"yourself with a taser, one note of caution: there is no such thing as a one-second burst when you zap yourself! You will not let go of that thing until it is dislodged from your hand by a violent thrashing about on the floor. A three-second burst would be considered conservative. SON-OF-A-*%#... That hurt like **%! A minute or so later (I can't besure, as time was a relative thing at that point), I collected my wits (what little I had left), sat up and surveyed the landscape. My bent reading glasses were on the mantel of the fireplace. How did they get upthere??? My triceps, right thigh and both nipples were still twitching. My face felt like it had been shot up with Novocain, and my bottom lip weighed 88 lbs. I'm still looking for my testicles! I'm offering asignificant reward for their safe return!
P. S. My wife loved the gift, and now regularly threatens me with it!
Thursday, January 24, 2008
Cloverfield... my movie review
Oh my gosh... where is a barf bag when you need one?
Last night Michael actually got off early, so I left work early to hit the movies... woo hoo... LOVE GOING TO THE MOVIES !! We decided to see Cloverfield.... just an fyi--I am not one that likes to read up on reviews and critiques before seeing a movie. I like to make my own decisions--so I had no clue about this movie.
I couldnt take it. Totally a Blair Witch times 10 on the movement scale. I actually made it through Blair Witch, but was really nausious afterwards... but it wasn't to terribly bad. This I could not say the same for. I have never had a movie affect me in such a way. My mom used to have to dope me up on Dramamine everytime I got into the car because of how bad I would get car sick. I was so in need of Dramamine last night.
I broke out into a cold sweat and had to step out into the hall for some fresh air. I went to the bathroom a couple of times and then finally I told Michael he had to watch the end of the movie to tell me how it ended, but I might need to go out to the car. He told me to tuck my head into his shoulder and close my eye. He had his arm around me and his hand infront of my eyes, but still the sound effects and surround sound were still so intense that it was still knotting up my stomach. I absolutely could NOT handle this movie. It took me a couple of hours to settle down after the movie. I couldn't believe it. It makes me laugh that a movie could have such an affect on someone... physically, but it's so true...
anyone else seen it? tell me your thoughts on the movie and how it made you feel if anything :)
Last night Michael actually got off early, so I left work early to hit the movies... woo hoo... LOVE GOING TO THE MOVIES !! We decided to see Cloverfield.... just an fyi--I am not one that likes to read up on reviews and critiques before seeing a movie. I like to make my own decisions--so I had no clue about this movie.
I couldnt take it. Totally a Blair Witch times 10 on the movement scale. I actually made it through Blair Witch, but was really nausious afterwards... but it wasn't to terribly bad. This I could not say the same for. I have never had a movie affect me in such a way. My mom used to have to dope me up on Dramamine everytime I got into the car because of how bad I would get car sick. I was so in need of Dramamine last night.
I broke out into a cold sweat and had to step out into the hall for some fresh air. I went to the bathroom a couple of times and then finally I told Michael he had to watch the end of the movie to tell me how it ended, but I might need to go out to the car. He told me to tuck my head into his shoulder and close my eye. He had his arm around me and his hand infront of my eyes, but still the sound effects and surround sound were still so intense that it was still knotting up my stomach. I absolutely could NOT handle this movie. It took me a couple of hours to settle down after the movie. I couldn't believe it. It makes me laugh that a movie could have such an affect on someone... physically, but it's so true...
anyone else seen it? tell me your thoughts on the movie and how it made you feel if anything :)
Coming out of the woodwork
What is it when you finally decide to pull your dating advertisement out of the window because you have obtained the one you feel is worthy to date... does all the other men come out of the wood work... in other words when you are no longer single and looking and you have found the one you want to be with, at least at this time... do all the other men come out of hiding. New men, old guys you have dated, ex's realize what they did wrong and want to fix it... it's so crazy to me. I know it goes both ways with women and men... is it more attractive to pursue someone that is already taken? I guess for some folks it is. Michael is making me deliciously happy these days and I have not given anyone else a 2nd thought... but my goodness the men are crawling out of the wood works I tell you, and not just that, coming out of caves that you thought were sealed long ago, creeping out from under the rocks they once crawled under... well you get my drift !
Thomas the most recent ex that turned out to be the bum who wouldn't work... he's been calling quite a bit and not to mention emailing. He professed how much he had screwed up the other day in not trying harder to keep me and do what he needed to do to keep me... I told him it was a little to late for that. I can be his friend but nothing more. He even said he wanted to move back up here near me and that might upset Michael. Michael has nothing to worry about in that sense even if Thomas did move back up here.
Last night I was online and got an instant message from a guy I dated several years ago, probably about 6-7 years ago named Russell. He has since been married and has a great little family going. We say hello from time to time when we see each other on, but nothing to deep... well it got pretty deep last night. Told me about memories he has and cherishes of the time we were and how amazing the time with me really was. He said he mentioned it to his friends at work a few months back. That was quite flattering... Russell was a fav of mine. He asked me last night why I would never let him take me out... I laughed and told him we had a hard time keeping our clothes on when we were together... which was true. I thoroughly enjoyed the time I spent with him, but I was so much younger then and so not ready to settle down into something extremely serious... timing was just off with us. But I too will remember great memories shared with him. It's always flattering to me to hear I made a wonderful impact on someone and that I am unforgettable in a great way :) He saw some new pics of me and the body transformation going on.. he said he can't believe it, that I was so beautiful back then and that I am just looking finer :) that's so nice to hear !
You might think that was it, but ohhhhhhhh no... an old guy I dated about 4-5 years ago has been emailing me the last couple of days. Told me he would like to catch up and would I like to see him. I told him it would be great to catch up, but I didn't want to give him the wrong idea, told him I had a boyfriend that I cared alot about and was not up for dating anyone else. Here was his reply this morning...
I am glad you have a good guy. I am a little sad, though. I was so excited when you wrote me back and had hopes of dating and getting serious. I have very fond memories(not just sex) of you and holding you as we slept and so much more. But please write any time here or on myspace.
That is so crazy to me. I have no ill feelings for him at all. We just went our separate ways, we lived so far apart at the time, about 1.5 hrs and I am not one for long distance. I like to be able to see my sweety right away if need be and 1.5 hours is not right away. I would love to be friends with him and I could do that with no temptation on my part, but from this last note of his... I don't know that he could be friends with no temptations....
I want to hang out, that's cool that you are with someone. But I know that if we hang, I will try to kiss you at some point.
I think the smartest and safest bet would be to not subject myself to such a situation. So we shall stick to being friends via phone, email or online chatting. I would never want to do something that could hurt or jeopardize anything I have with Michael.
Thomas the most recent ex that turned out to be the bum who wouldn't work... he's been calling quite a bit and not to mention emailing. He professed how much he had screwed up the other day in not trying harder to keep me and do what he needed to do to keep me... I told him it was a little to late for that. I can be his friend but nothing more. He even said he wanted to move back up here near me and that might upset Michael. Michael has nothing to worry about in that sense even if Thomas did move back up here.
Last night I was online and got an instant message from a guy I dated several years ago, probably about 6-7 years ago named Russell. He has since been married and has a great little family going. We say hello from time to time when we see each other on, but nothing to deep... well it got pretty deep last night. Told me about memories he has and cherishes of the time we were and how amazing the time with me really was. He said he mentioned it to his friends at work a few months back. That was quite flattering... Russell was a fav of mine. He asked me last night why I would never let him take me out... I laughed and told him we had a hard time keeping our clothes on when we were together... which was true. I thoroughly enjoyed the time I spent with him, but I was so much younger then and so not ready to settle down into something extremely serious... timing was just off with us. But I too will remember great memories shared with him. It's always flattering to me to hear I made a wonderful impact on someone and that I am unforgettable in a great way :) He saw some new pics of me and the body transformation going on.. he said he can't believe it, that I was so beautiful back then and that I am just looking finer :) that's so nice to hear !
You might think that was it, but ohhhhhhhh no... an old guy I dated about 4-5 years ago has been emailing me the last couple of days. Told me he would like to catch up and would I like to see him. I told him it would be great to catch up, but I didn't want to give him the wrong idea, told him I had a boyfriend that I cared alot about and was not up for dating anyone else. Here was his reply this morning...
I am glad you have a good guy. I am a little sad, though. I was so excited when you wrote me back and had hopes of dating and getting serious. I have very fond memories(not just sex) of you and holding you as we slept and so much more. But please write any time here or on myspace.
That is so crazy to me. I have no ill feelings for him at all. We just went our separate ways, we lived so far apart at the time, about 1.5 hrs and I am not one for long distance. I like to be able to see my sweety right away if need be and 1.5 hours is not right away. I would love to be friends with him and I could do that with no temptation on my part, but from this last note of his... I don't know that he could be friends with no temptations....
I want to hang out, that's cool that you are with someone. But I know that if we hang, I will try to kiss you at some point.
I think the smartest and safest bet would be to not subject myself to such a situation. So we shall stick to being friends via phone, email or online chatting. I would never want to do something that could hurt or jeopardize anything I have with Michael.
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