New Age music
A day at the beach
Dancing deadheads, clean sheets
Newborn babies
Straw puppy beds
Jarring Fireflies
Brown hair with Blue eyes
Catching phonies
In their lies
Graveyard dates
Eccentric people

Losing weight
Expunging pain
Trickling down my window
Droplets of rain
Katydids and Peepers
The month of June
Travel, Chaos
Beneath the Full Moon
Intellectual conversing
Making the connection
Spontaneous diversion
Bodies free from infection

Children Laughing
Social gaffing
Easter bonnets
Shakespeare’s Sonnets
When beautiful is ugly
My dog named Pugsley
The way he smells
Four Leaf Clovers
Ne'er-do-wells
Righting wrongs
My father’s songs

Pugsley'snores
Crackling campfires
Making S'mores
Long weekends
Money to spend
Nature's rhythm
My best friends
Rose’ Vino
And cappuccino
Quiet time
Sleeping In
My dearest brothers
Fun without sin
That Pisa Leans
And my Levi’s jeans
That birds have wings
When my telephone rings
These are a few of
My favorite things

Just kidding…I was trying to capture your interest and illustrate a point. That I am not a slut even though I can write like one. In reality, only the first paragraph is true…although he did ask me to flash him before I left. I declined. The rest actually went something like this:

We pulled up alongside of each other and stayed seated in our own vehicles. We laughed about the Blogging activities, “You told me I should never apologize for anything I write about” I remind him. I bet he is regretting that statement big time, but he understands it’s my playground and tells me not to worry, that he has very thick skin. “That’s a whole other Blog entry” I’m thinking to myself, already creating the title of that post in my head, the one that I’ll call Foreskin. He also understands that there is a lot of humor behind the performance complaints. The truth is, there are none. The only complaint I had was that he had to leave so soon. Yes, time is becoming an issue. Even though I fully understand why, it doesn’t make it any less frustrating for me. The talk soon shifted to planning the next encounter. He made the in-person HOtel invite. Potential times and places were discussed. Somehow hearing it, plotting and premeditating makes it feel dirty and taboo, which lends to the excitement and intrigue all the more. And he leaves it like this, “Let me get back to you with more details next week”.

It’s been a week and I have yet to hear from him.

So whatever Colin’s reasons are, I am letting him off the hook because I’m growing weary of all the bottlenecking going on. He's hot, he's cold. He calls, he doesn't call. He emails, he doesn't email. He blogs, he doesn't blog. He wants me, he doesn't want me. Not too much, not too close. There is nothing that turns me off more than an inconsistent man and the space between.

I understand Colin you see and I really believe he is a good person just struggling to do the right thing. We are both excitement junkies he and I, and it makes me think if we ever did actually hook up for more than an hour or two, that it would be really awesome. But for now we are stuck at another intersection and sadly, nobody is heading South.

I used to hate it but now I Love the process of buying a new car. Dickering with the salesman, going back and forth to meet somewhere in between. I Love walking in seeing the pre-judging gleem in their eyes and dollar $igns swirling in their heads. “Easy sale, dumb blonde”. This is exactly when I play into their thrifty little hands, batting my eyes, cocking my head to the side. It gives me time to ferret out their weaknesses and leverage to bait with premeditated questions that I can use against them later. Since I left the dealership last night, I’ve gotten three calls today. Once lowering the sticker price by $500.00. Twice upping my trade-in value by $500.00 (which was already 1k more than kbb.com said). Thrice calling to state the Financing company will lower my interest rate from 6.2 to 5.79%. I told him we’re “getting closer”. I Love this dance.

Commitment has two different meanings:
1. To pledge or obligate one's own self, as in to the commitment of marriage
2. To place officially in confinement or custody, as in a mental health facility

Married rhymes with Buried

Dog spelled backwards is God

Test Driving a new car is very similar to the state of being just before sex. Full on desire, your senses are all heightened. The soft feel of leather against your bare flesh, the way you fit into the seats once you have adjusted them to conform to your unique body size and shape. The warmth beaming down on your head through the open sunroof, wind whisping pieces of hair onto the side of your face. The sound of your favorite song blasting from new speakers, the new car smell… You want it, you need it, you’d do just about anything to have it....

I hate when my friends are experiencing turmoil in their lives, it makes me feel very unsettled and helpless.

Some writers can write from imagination, others from experience. I rely on both but write better from experience. Because of that, I am always subconsciously seeking out new experiences good or bad, I think so I can write about them. I crave new places, new things, new scenery. However small and mundane so I can extract the blood out of it like a parasite and transfer it onto paper.

After two months of consistent exercise, I am finally starting to see new muscles form and definition. Especially in my upper body.

I’m in a phase where I’m doing away with things in my life that I don’t think are working for me anymore.

I’ve given up all sugars, carbs, and alchohol for the next 14 days. I’m cleansing and detoxing.

What makes the Gruesome Twoseome Lindsay LoHag and Nicole Ritchie think that being a size negative-zero stick figure looks sexy or cool? Why, Why, Why? When they can afford the best personal trainers and nutritionists on the market? Do they really think we believe that they've each lost 40 lbs by “working out?” Can you see one slab of muscle on their skeletal bodies? Can anyone say Ephedra, Coke, and Vomit?

I am way too comfortable being by myself. I’ve never been one of those who has to be around other people. I’m quite the opposite.

I just dribbled 3 Cream colored splotches of Vanilla Frozen Yogurt on my inner thigh, and I have to go out to happy hour tonite in these pants....nice!

I really like THIS song by Papa Roach, it’s so ME:

Scars

I tear my heart open, I sow myself shut
My weakness is that I care too much
My scars remind me that the past is real
I tear my heart open just to feel

Drunk and I'm feeling down
And I just wanna be alone
I'm pissed cause you came around
Why don't you just go home
Cause you channel all your pain
And I can't help to fix myself
Your making me insane
All I can say is

I tried to help you once
A kiss will only vise
I saw you going down
But you never realized
That You’re drowning in the water
So I offered you my hand
Compassions in my nature
Tonight is our last dance

I'm drunk and I'm feeling down
And I just wanna be alone
You shouldn't ever came around
Why don't you just go home?
Cause your drowning in the water
And I tried to grab your hand
And I left my heart open
But you didn't understand
But you didn't understand
You fix yourself

I can't help you fix yourself
But at least I can say I tried
I'm sorry but I gotta move on with my own life
I can't help you fix yourself
But at least I can say I tried
I'm sorry but I gotta move on with my own life

I realy want to be driving my new car cranking this song.

Of course I had to be there to hold her hand and document the action. I was also responsible for getting the Birthday girl to her surprise party afterwards....This was after a Friday night of swilling at the local saloon and was follwed by a party that didn't stop 'til sometime Sunday morning. Happy Birthday SL!!! You're the best Sister in Law a gal could ask for.

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Posted by Shannon at Canucklehead.ca!

Here are the rules - there are none: You can Blog about anything you want here on Free For All Friday...I may even leave it up for the weekend. Don't forget to include your name at the end so I know who wrote it.

Here’s What You Do:

1. Go to: http://www.pugsplace.com/cgi-bin/mt.cgi
2. Login/Password: FFAF/guesty
3. Click on “Create Entry”
4. Enter a title for your post, make the category “Guest Commentary”
5. Type what you want to say in “Entry Body” and if it’s really long you can also use the “Extended Entry” box.
6. When you’re done, you can Preview your entry. When you are ready to post, select “Publish” from the “Post Status” drop down at the bottom of the entry field, and click “Save”

Now your commentary will appear on Pugsplace!

Have Fun and Happy Blogging..

Jane M has had a plate reading "John 3-16" for some 21 years without a complaint, but a woman recently called the state to say that the plate should be illegal.

--- What next? Lets get rid of all the WWJD bracelets. Cant have kids wearing those around. Stop selling cross necklaces in jewelry stores, get those bibles out of bookstores. Its much more important to make people think that they are alone in their beliefs right? I'm not a super religious person, but I dont think its fair to stifle the beliefs of other people either. People put the most moronic bumper stickers on their cars, and I may not agree with them, but its their property. If I want to be like my Grandmother and stick a Virgin Mary statue out front of my house, then so be it. I'm so sick of people who are unable to mind their own freaking business. They walk around day in and day out whining about what everyone else is doing and how it could possibly in some way offend them. When I meet people like that, I cringe because I know that anything that comes out of my mouth is going to be twisted and turned to form some ridiculous offensive meaning. So I beat them to it and make sure to make myself crystal clear. As I get older I find myself becoming more and more blunt about the way I express myself. Dont get me wrong, I can have tact when need be, but if I see someone who I think is just a blatent asshole, you wont see me mincing words or wasting time letting them spew one ignorant thing after another. Its almost like a test, "Are you going to whine if I say something bold? No? Ok.. then you're safe, lets talk." I've taken to surrounding myself with people who arent afraid to say what they think. Im not saying people should say ignorant things or be rude, I just cant keep pretending to be the most non-offensive prissy whateverthefuck anymore. I cant handle any more of people's watered down bullshit when it comes to things that arent a big deal. Dont go crying fire in a crowded theatre or showing porn to kids, thats not what I mean. But there is something to be said for balance. If you're too closed minded you dont let anything in good or bad, if you're too open minded your brain will fall out.

Personally I really hope that news stories like the one above are making press simply because there isnt enough going on, I hope its not a reflection of the way that people really are beginning to think.

Scary isnt it?

It's my fucking blog and I'll write about whatever I want. If you don't like it, why do you keep coming back to read? Go away. Nobody wants you here. You are not welcome. Get your own life, start your own blog, but stop reading mine if all you can do is spread your seeds of negativity. Obviously something keeps you coming back for more and if it's not that you are enjoying the clever and witty writing, friendly comment banter, or the candor and veracity with which I choose to author, then it must be that you are a self-deprecating sourball so in denial of your own shortcomings, that your cold heart is filled with a transferring hatred towards others because if you were actually strong enough to let yourself feel that misguided anger, it would crush you. Instead you take joy in persecuting others. Classic Projection. It masks your real pain, insecurities, and weakness, doesn't it? I pity you. Have you nothing better to do with your own life than bitch about how others choose to live theirs? You judgemental neophyte. Take some advice from someone who has dealt with people like you before. Step off your high and mighty soap box, stop marginializing the way everyone else lives and focus on figuring out why you are so transparently miserable with your own life. Recognize that diversity and uniqueness in people is a beautiful thing and celebrate all the various channels people can engage nowadays to express themselves. It's not to be mocked, but encouraged and applauded. Words are my weapons, my amour, my affair, my wrath, my passion, my compass, my friend, my power. I can make things happen with them, and you just fucked with the wrong Blogger. Grow up and realize if you had a life of your own, you wouldn't need to keep reading about mine. Done.

See, people think Commitment is the issue, but I think Expectations are the real problem. Everything is wine, roses, hot sex, and dark chocolates from Godiva until expectations are well…expected. Suddenly, there are needs to be met, feelings to consider, a whole other set of friends and family to include in your social calendar until slowly but surely you get the sense that your life is no longer your own and you start seeing flashes of how it will be 5 years from now, 10, 20, and the glimpses begin to consume you. Doubt sets in. Would you even be able to survive it? Add to that the fear of having your own children and being able to meet all of their needs too. It’s overwhelming and inevitably you begin to question how much of yourself you are willing to give up meeting these expectations.

My reality is that so far, neither I nor the men I’ve dated have been willing to take the next step and find out. It’s almost an impossible equation. We enter into a new relationship with a cautious but hopeful foot. First we have to determine if our partner can meet all of our needs, making the trade-off of our freedom worth the sacrifice. Next we have to make sure that we in turn can give everything to this person but without surrendering too much of ourselves. Then we become responsible for ensuring their happiness on a daily basis. Now because no two people think, feel, or act the same all the time, there will always be disappointments. But to love someone fully and to really make a relationship work, we can’t seek to change someone; we have to accept them as they truly are, faults, imperfections, and all. That’s when the Bargaining begins. “I’ll move to Connecticut for you if you convert to Judaism for me.” “I’ll give up my career to stay home and raise our children if you promise me 3 vacations a year and a part time nanny.” “I'll never stop holding you after sex if you promise to always give me Blow Jobs.” But life has a funny way of throwing a monkey wrench into our perfect world scenarios. And Bargaining is a dangerous tactic because now we have set the bar for dealbreakers and what we are really saying is, I do want to change you but I'll sacrifice changing myself to get what I want by offering you something in return. Now we are creating unrealistic expectations. After that, it’s only a short matter of time before the rest of the phases play themselves out. Denial, detachment, disassociation.

It scares me that I’ve made freedom my safety net and that I’ve gotten so good at being single. But truthfully, it is so much easier. Sometimes I go to the movies alone or take my laptop to lunch, by myself at the local sushi bar and I’m perfectly ok with it. I call it Raw blogging. I enjoy it, nobody’s grubby paws stealing my popcorn or avocado salmon rolls you know. I like having my own agenda and not knowing where the day might take me. Plus there is a certain kind of dignity and sturdiness that only comes with being single.

One of my girlfriends, a new wife and mother, just loves hearing about my free wheeling, spur of the moment, unattached lifestyle. We talk on the phone as she is changing her 3 month old's poopie diapers and I can almost hear her living vicariously through my stories somehow. Hanging on a thread for all the gratuitous, voracious details. She misses what I have. But on the flipside of that, when she tells me about breastfeeding, kiddy parties, or retiling her bathroom floor, I admit to feeling the same twinges of envy. Those are things I want but fear I may never have. Just as she fears she may never have a free weekend to herself, at least not for the next 18 years. Isn’t it so cliché’ but true that it’s human nature to always want what we don’t have?

Lately I find that I’ve been doing a lot of Bargaining with myself. Just how much am I willing to sacrifice for my own needs to be met? I think about How far I’ve come, how much I’ve learned, where I want to go, what it will take to get me there, and how to weed out anything or anyone standing in my way of getting it. And then it occurred to me, I am smack dab in the middle of a Love relationship. The most important one of my life, the one I’m having, with myself. And here's why it works - I don’t want to change me; I like the person I’ve become. That’s not to say there aren’t things I want to improve on, I consider myself a work in progress. But this much I know to be true, I am imperfect and flawed but my feet are planted firmly on the ground and I accept myself exactly the way that I am. I am intricately and wonderfully complicated and I don't opt for the easy way out of anything. I expect a lot for myself but I know what I won't give up to get it. It's true that we can’t really be happy with someone else until we learn to be happy with ourselves first, and I believe I am already there. The best part is that I don’t even have to beg for Blow Jobs.

I know a lot about the devastating loss of a brother and friend.

I know a lot about having to find the determination and motivation it
takes to continue on daily.

I know a lot about remaining sensitive to those around me and being the best person I can be. (Even when I don't feel like it)

I know that the only way to make a bad situation better is to learn from it and improve it in any way that I can.

I know a lot about taking the time to listen, whether it is my parents, a trainee who needs extra, or my husband that needs to vent about his day.

I know a lot about focusing on what is important to me and finding a way to make it happen.

I know that perseverance is vital to me, as is time in my flower gardens, and a sense of humor!

I know that I am surrounded by wonderful family and friends that encourage me and believe in me (even when I have a hard time believing in myself).

I know I still have many things to learn (trial and error may be mistakes for some but to me if an error has occurred, an attempt has been made!)

I know that I was born with some quality traits, and yet some things of importance I begrudgingly work at every day (patience is a big one ;-)

I know that I'm a good trainer and I share my experiences with those that are open minded and receptive enough to appreciate it. (And when they're not I dismiss it as their loss, not mine. These days I
refuse to sweat the small stuff! Unfortunately, my boss kindly,
respectfully, and with the grin of a Cheshire cat reminds me of my own work in progress --my "patience improvement")

I know that I would be good coaching "humanity" but for now I'm a
"software developers" facilitator and I'm being the best I can be.

And yes, I know a lot about the importance of patience, maintaining a
smile, and making the most of every day.