New Day

Every day I get to start life over fresh!! Oh, yeah - except for the activities I didn't get finished yesterday - crap!

I am doing much better. I still have a couple areas of procrastination to improve but I have cured several.

Websites are going up faster and getting updated sooner, house work is getting done before I go out to play, seeing more family and friends now, just to visit with - not just when someone dies, and I am getting up earlier to have more time to procrastinate before work so I get there on time. Feeling proud!

My major failing right now seems to be that I have developed, in the last year or so, a fear of paper. I read it and stack it anywhich way. It's not getting filed, entered in the data bases, acted on, acknowledged or sorted. Every time I look at a stack and think, "I'm going to go through and get that out of here," I get palpatations, break out in a sweat and have to go find my stress vitamins.

This is so not like me! Anyone else have this problem?

But more, later...out of time to procrastinate before work!

Note on Sleepwalking

Just a note on the sleepwalking problem....This guy got over using this problem for a legal defense.

I don't feel so bad about wandering around and munching cookies in the dark now.

Enough already!

I managed to get up and out of the house with no problems this morning. The cat did want in as I was leaving, came through the outside door then wouldn't go in the entrance door.....I didn't kill it or even feel like it.

So what's today's gripe? Bloat. I eat almost the same thing every day at work for breakfast and lunch, a muffin or bagel, banana, green apple, orange, orange juice, milk, if I have it, 32 oz. of coffee and a yogurt or two. What is it about today that is making me blow out?!!

I can hardly type! I can barely make a fist. The jeans that fit fine are now cutting off my circulation at the waist, my face hurts and my bazooms are 5 pounds heavier, I swear!

It has to be more hormone stuff but what is messing me up is I dealt with our monthly friend the first week in March. Since the 10th I have been dealing with "week before" problems. Today is typically a "day before" warning. Not due till the 30th....oh arrrgghh!

Off to do now what I should have done last night, blogging for men no pause.

I want a pill, the magic kind!

What's so funny?

It was a long day at work and I headed home, thankful that there was no major hormone flood making me look at fence posts longingly and panting so heavily that my glasses fogged up.

Tuesday nights I have my Mom and Sis3 (Cee) over for Bible Study. When I had my hip replaced Mom and Sis were there, Mom every day, sometimes twice! So when Mom said she wished we could have a bible study, I was feeling pretty indebted and said "Sure, why not?"

It's turned into a time to catch up with all the family we each have contacts with, a time to point out needs for others and to consult on sticky situations we run into. Then we really study. There must be 14 reference books we use!

What more natural than for a girl to ask her Mother about men no pause? So last night I started to detail my recent, out of control hormone driven experiences.

I guess I should do stand up. They were both literally blue and purple and had tears rolling down their faces while they clutched their ribs in one hand and groped blindly for napkins with the other.

It didn't seem that funny when I wrote it.....

Anyway, when they could gasp out a few coherent words, their advice wasn't practical. My sis is younger than me. I warned her about laughing at other's problems. She didn't look worried enough to suit me. They finally quit joking around and I said, "Mom, was it like this for you?"

She really couldn't tell me. It just blew over her head. Her mate had M.S. and they had a special relationship. She was so worn from working full time and taking care of him all the rest of the time that the rages and rushes were attributed to other causes, I believe. Well, crap! What are mom's for and NOW who do I ask?

Later today I will search men no pause on blogs and see if there is any help out there for me.

Not so merry going round

You should read Adventures first.

So then this morning I get up, get dressed, wash up, do my hair, stumble over the cat on my way to the coffee and finally get a cup of fuel in my hand. I walk over to the table where the mate sits and say, "If you just go up stairs and kill monsters, no on will get hurt." He must think I was kidding. He stays.

I realize my pocket money is still in my other pocket and slurp some of the hot stuff then get up and wander off to get it. I can't find it. On the way back the black cat wants out. She says so, she's crouching right in front of the door. Like the nice lady I am, I go to let her out. She runs away.

This is bad. I go beserk. I kick the dog toy box by the chair she is hiding under to flush her. She races to the coffee table for cover. I pick up the solid wood, 2 x 4 constructed table and MOVE it! She runs back to the chair.

I feel the mate watching me and bellow "Don't just sit there, help me catch that cat!" My voice is like the one in True Lies when they interrogate the wife; Deep, distorted, evil.

Mate roars up out of his chair from the unfair flogging, gets right in my face and says, LOUDLY, "Go sit down and drink your coffee! You are WAY out of line and you'll know it later!!!"

I try to push it, the cat dissed me, and he gives me that totally male, not your buddy this minute look so I shut up and go sit down.

He puts the living room back, finds my money and puts the "poor, scared kitty" out. THEN he goes up to kill monsters.

I take my coffee and go to my own machine, power up, finish the last two pages of newsletter, fix the printer glitch, print them and he wanders back down.

"Aren't you running a little late?"

"Hmm, OH! Yup, I am, darn, I better get going." I stand up, put the newsletter in a folder, shut down the machine and turn to get a good bye hug. The guy doesn't even flinch! I have forgotten the whole incident already - almost.

"Buddy, I'm VERY sorry about the rotten start to the day." Yeah, well, he says, "I plan on living through it.

"I'll be home around five tonight."

He gives me another kiss then looks me in the eye and says, "Which one of you?"

We both laugh but I can't answer because I don't know yet.

Adventures in Aging

This last week has been a real whoopty do! Up and down the hormone scale like a teenager. I came running home one day to find a nice dinner ready and it was all I could do to be nice and eat it, first.

Next day it's "Sex? Never heard of it," for morning coffee. In the afternoon it was "Must mate or die!"

I have been dealing with men no pause for several years. One of my first experiences really threw me for a loop.

You have to remember, I love my mate. I find him the ultimate alpha male. His eyes can melt me and his eyebrows lead me on. His lips can twitch one way and I am in tears for my sins. His real kisses scorch me with his fever. I don't even find other accessible males attractive.

I was working in a retail outlet. Customers are OK if they are over 3 feet tall. I get along well with mine and usually chit chat and quip with them as they shop.

Early one afternoon a family from out of town came into the store. There was a Daddy, a Mommy, a young boy and a BOY OH BOY!

He stepped into a patch of sunlight by the door. I don't know what chemical imbalance I can blame my reaction on but, if he had been alone, I would have been tempted to see if he liked older women.

Turns out the BOB is turning 19 today, rides rodeo so he has a right to the skin sucking jeans, western shirt and pointy toed boots along with the dark, dusty cowboy hat he wears. Then he bought himself a lighted yo-yo for a gift. My kind of guy.

Suffered through 2 more hours of work then went speeding home to the mate, told him the whole story, my totally unexpected response and then begged for forgiveness and relief! He blessed me with both, kind lover.

Now here we go again. Last week some time my year 16 hormones kicked in. They brought the greasy skin, black heads and hot for action craving I haven't had in years. My heart drugs sucked all that out of me but here I was, still at work panting, feeling my lips swell and my mouth dry out and wanting him NOW!

I have gone home like that 3 nights running, then there was the weekend, with nothing on the agenda, much, thank the gods! Poor man is freaking out. Actually told me he had a head ache Sunday!

All I seem to be able to do is acknowledge the problem, hang on and lay low. (pun unintended)

Any helpful hints from those who have gone before me into this morass (p.u.)of hormone induced madness are welcome.

Sleep Walking Still

I woke early this am and thought I 'd better find my dream log while I was thinking about it. I discovered I must really be sleep walking again, there were two dream logs. One had the airplane dream in it and one had that dream and another one in it.

I must have gotten up and written down the 1st dream, but no recall of such an event. I know me, this means I got up, found a glass of water, lit a smoke, powered up the machine, wrote out the dream, played a card game, finished my smoke and went back to bed. Every bit of which I do not remember!

Now my funniest sleep walk was at my Mother's home. I had just gotten back to town from my wanderings so I was staying in her spare bedroom. I got up to go to the bathroom. As was my habit, I left the lights off, meandered down the hall, stepped into the bathroom, located the commode by finding the sink it was directly across from, hiked up my pj (required by parent) and sat down.

Whoops!

The seat was WARM! My mother shrieked in my ear and I jumped up and screeched right back at her! SHE was sitting on the seat in the dark! I had plopped right down on her lap!

I woke up, fumbled for the light switch and ticked it on. We looked at each other and started to laugh. We both tried to apologize at the same time and that made us laugh some more. Now I really had to go, I was laughing so hard.

Later I learned that my son, as a young child, also walked in his sleep. He was staying with my sister and her husband was gone. She woke up hearing someone moving around the house. As a woman with 3 children in the home and no mate, she got out the pistol and started down the hall bravely.

Using her ears she located the intruder in the living room. Figuring she had surprise on her side she pointed the gun in the direction of the sound and snapped on the lights. Luckily, she has good reflexes and training. She looked before she shot. My boy was sitting in the dark playing with his toys, fast asleep.

She put the gun away, came back and carried him to bed. Whew!

Any other sleep walkers out there? Tell us your funniest or scariest stories.

Dream Sequences

Janis says it's all just one long day, today. For me it's always yesterday on the blog. I never post the same day something happens. (Now let's see how long that stays true.)

So, yesterday....I woke up in the early morning hours, got out of bed, talking a blue streak, hearing myself talk, not quite understanding what I'm saying except that I seem to be upset about something. I walk out to the living room and continue rambling on and wandering around the house till just before the dining room I shut up and wake up. Whew! I hate when that happens.

I used to really sleepwalk. Once I woke up on the snowy, narrow steps leading from my second story apartment to the parking area. Luckily I had been wearing a pj. Normally, I don't. I had no idea why I was there or where I was heading.

I went back to bed in both instances.

I recently was wishing I could remember my dreams better. I woke one night last week, went to my computer, typed in the current dream and one from the night before that, then went back to bed. Now I just have to find my file....LOL!

I can't believe I have so many visitors and so few comments. Are you all shy or just don't want to hurt my feelings.

So now I want to pick things up a little. A blog without comments is like shouting into a canyon. No, wrong. If I shout into a canyon I at least hear me back.....

They say most people dream in black and white. I never knew that! I am a full color, full sensation dreamer.
I have repeating dreams and I have had prophetic dreams.
I have controlled flying and uncontrolled falling.
I have dreamed I "missed a step" climbing stairs and woke up with my foot still reaching for purchase.
I have dreamed of friends from long ago and far away and seen them or heard from them in less than a week.
I dreamed of my dad, but only after he died, and he was still laughing at me.

I dreamed of my mate and I riding motorcycles with a friend and wrote it down 18 months before it happened just the way I described it. It was a year before I re-met the current mate. I read it to him from the journal when we got home from the ride and freaked him right out.

I drew a sketch of a dream house for the mate and I and the first place we bought looked just like it, allowing for my lack of drawing ability. It also had all but the rhubarb of the plants and trees I listed on the wish list.

One time I dreamed I had a package waiting at the post office. Turns out it was true but it was returned as I didn't pick it up promptly. I got it a week later, re-sent by the Mom.

One of the repeating dreams from my childhood was located behind Grampa Gee's home on the farm. I was in the strawberry patch with evidence all over my face when a little red devil (like one from the commercial for something - Red Devil lighter fluid or chew or who knows) came running after me, carrying his pitchfork, and chases me all over the yard what seemed to be all night long. I could never get away from him. Go figure. Red strawberries, red devil, redrum...LOL! I guess the devil wanted those strawberries all for himself. I dreamed it a lot when I was little.

What colors do you dream in? Do you fly or fall? Are you yourself or someone else? Do your dreams come true? Do you believe dreams are OBE's or only the day's confusion sorting itself out? I really am interested.

Cloud 9

My friends (that are my age) tell me the mate and I aren't old. I remember being younger and thinking, at various times in my life, he's an older man (14), 22 was a grown up, 30 was very old and 50 was ancient. Forget 60+, aren't they dead yet?

So I know, that to most of the blogee's out there, I am old or ancient. Throw in a heart attack, a replaced hip and my bowling score last weekend of under 50 and I wonder if I'm dead yet. So much slips past me, I might not have noticed. It's possible!

Saturday I may have been, for a short time, in the ultimate heaven (7th). For those of you with alternate beliefs, my essence may have been escalated beyond the normally recognized boundaries of the current, chronological limits of space/time and existed, temporarily, on the ninth body of very fine water droplets or ice particles suspended in the atmosphere of an alternate reality.

How did this wonderful, relaxing, contented, fully aware of my essence being connected to the greater essences of the earth and the universe epiphany come about?

Dare I say? Must I have this complete fulfillment defiled as "gross, ugh or ick?"

To enlighten the younger generation is every elders duty. To be ignored, disbelieved and misunderstood is our fate. Still, we continue to try and save you from your ignorance. I must, as an educator of youth, bare it as a truth for you to contemplate.

I enticed my mate into giving me a kiss before he retired to kill various monsters and invaders on his computer. I kissed him so well his hair stood up, among other things. He kissed me so well that if I hadn't been sitting down I would have needed to sit down. With no other communication than this we met in the bedroom for hot, heavy, sweaty, wrestling, attacking, defending, overwhelming, submitting, whimpering, groaning, begging, screaming Love making.

We call it stroke sex. As in "One of us is going to have a stroke if we don't stop soon!" He got an ice cream (orgasm) headache and I could barely stagger for a cool cloth to soothe his fevered brow.

It was perfect. Completely fulfilling for both of us. Multiples for me and a new record in control for him. mmmmmm...! I get goose bumps just thinking about it.

I suppose now you are wondering what the point is here?

Sex is Great for old people! To have truly joyful, unrestrained sex you don't have to be young, beautiful, graceful, rich or smart. You have to be making love. Why didn't anyone ever tell me that? Maybe, if I knew the joys of joining were better than ever as you loved longer, I might have been able to restrain myself till I found this wonderful mate!

While you are probably aware that old people spend time in the bedroom, you try not to think about it or (omg!) picture it. Well, boys and girls, I tell you now - THINK about it!

We have been together for 20 years on the 9 of next month. You can't possibly believe we are staying together for our kids (all in their 30's). It's the love. That love involves sex, making love, to strengthen our bond.

All my memories of flammable intercourse involve loving and being loved by the person with whom I was creating personal arson.

There are many kinds of love in this world but you have to be IN one of them for sex to be anything other than an entertaining way to burn calories. You can be in love with a body, a spirit, an attitude, a talent. You can be madly in love for 48 hour or less. You can fall in love at first sight. But you have to both be in some kind of love for sex to set that ultimate fire in your soul.

Dance because you love to dance, party because you love to party, write because you love to write, make money because you love feeling rich. What ever you do, do it because you LOVE. If you don't love it, do something you do love.

My real motto is "Seize the day, reach out and pluck the night. When you find the love treasure it for life." Or, the much simpler Go for it!

(Just a note: Love is much easier on the healthy and young. I pulled muscles, blew up my dislocated tail bone and am all over aches today. The mate woke up stiff in places that aren't as much fun as the one that was stiff yesterday. I am also walking on air and blowing in mate's ear. He is smiling on his way to buy more muscle rub. We are not regretting a single ache.)

Kaboom

Fully aware of my essence being connected to the greater essences of the earth and the universe - epiphany =

All matter is created out of the same building blocks. Endlessly joined by our bits to all the other bits, we are one. You are my family, my family is all the universe. You need no justification for being as you are, just BE. As you love a rose, a breeze, a deer, a shooting star, you are loving yourself. You ARE the universe.

As one splinter in one finger affects the whole body so does the pain I feel in you affect me. Each bit of joy you feel adds to the joy level in the whole cosmos. Each pain is felt by all of stars in the milky way.

Each grief is spread from here to Sirus, thinning it over space and time and making it bearable by the one tiny bit in mourning. Pain turns to understanding. The bit we miss is gone but the bits that made them up are still in the universe. They, then, are still with us. If they were biologically related, their bits are us.

You are never alone, we are always connected to the ones we love or that love us. You are always loved. You may take what ever you need from the universe and put back in what you wish. The supply is not endless but endlessly recycled.

Your body is a temple when you realize that you are an expression of the universe. Is it a greedy universe? A stingy universe? My universe resembles a gormand on occasion and a sister of mercy at other times. Some days I emit anger and evil. At times I have spread joy and fun. When you give it away it comes back 10 fold because you have multiplied the givers of the universe.

Each byte is unique, made of bits of us all. Mean, nice, fair, cheerful, lazy, there is a place for you and what you can give to the universe and what you can challange the universe to give you.

Blew up the blog again, sorry.

All I really wanted to say is that you have all the time from now until you die to be happy. If you know how long that is, cool. I have died twice now and I like to think I enjoy each little pleasure as if it were the best gift at the biggest party I ever had.

Be happy and content in your own way and bless you.

If I die tonight you won't know the rest of all the stories but I will tell you ...I did much, I did well, I failed miserably, I hurt people, I was broke, I was hungry, I am fulfilled, I helped others, I have learned, I found joy, lived with true love and knew enough to treasure it when I found it.

I will explore the next existence with the gusto I tried to put into this one. Watch out for wild poltergist activity if I do die tonight, always wanted to snap up the window shade at the scary part of the movie.

BOO!

I love Zone Alarm Pro

I just have to figure out what slipstream is and why it's conflicting with my email scanner in Zone Alarm.

Sorry there isn't more today, I just have to get some sleep and the day seems to have ended just now.

Notes on Haunting

The weekend before this I traveled with my mate to visit #1Son and #1daughter-in-law. They are the proud parents of a lovely young lady only 3 months old. I had a few things I had found for her and we were going to drop them off.

We have traveled the roads many times between the big city and our very rural little town of Tiny so I was watching the scenery, sort of, and day dreaming when I realized it was my father's birthday all over again and started to leak. It is not really crying, tears just kind of over run your eyes and slide down your face.

I knew the whole week that this day was coming and I knew it that morning when I woke up. I got busy getting around to go and forgot it for a little while.

Dad died several years ago. I am old enough to not have any conceivable need for a parent but I miss him terribly at odd moments since he has moved on.

Dad did a lot of things with his life. At the end he was self employed as a dealer in antique cameras, dolls and collectibles. He did well for himself and didn't NEED anything. If he wanted something he bought it. This made the annual gift giving days torture for me. I scored a couple of times, with some music he really enjoyed, but usually ended up with a card and a big "I love you" in it for him.

It took me till he died to figure out what I could have given him for the perfect Father's Day gift. Actually, it took me till I had kids that were grown and gone. Just SHOW UP! Be there. Stop in and spend the day. Paint the garage, mow the lawn, bring or make dinner with something unique on the menu. Spend time with him!

I would like that as a gift from my children. Yard sales, flea markets, museums, book stores, junk stores are all fun to visit in a group. My gardening has gotten way ahead of me and I could use three solid 12 hour days of yard help. I want to paint in the house. I hate thinking up what to eat every night and the public food sources here are very basic or too pricey.

Just love me enough to spend a day doing whatever I am doing with me.

Mate looked over and raised eyebrow that means "Problem?"
"Dad's birthday," I said through the leaks, "no problem."

We arrived at the #1Son's and found fresh, yummy cookies and a table full of nicely arranged snacks on the kitchen table. Coffee was hot, smiles were big and we sat down to admire the eating child while we chatted.

I totally enjoyed watching the mate convince the little one he was going to be her favorite non-resident person while the son beamed at his wife in a private happiness.

The leaking re-occured and I explained to all that I had decided that on this day- every year - I would be with a loved one spending time with them in memory of my Dad. If you have them, love them. If you don't, love someone who needs it.

My Haunts

My grama lives in the bread box,
An old, copper faced one
That guarded bread and cookies.

My father abides in the storm filled sky
When the sun breaks free
Of the deep amethyst clouds,
creating a prophetic blue streak.

They speak to me.

When I waste food carelessly
Or say "good enough" when I know it's not,
The bread box door falls open.
Clang! Banging on the counter!
I jump! Grama's making me think.
Did I speed through a task or waste food?
She reminds me to recycle more carefully.
Hello, Grama!
I smile, shrug my shoulders
And then get the job done right.
Thank you, Grama, for caring.

Grama drops the bread box door
When Mom, her daughter, is over
Or when Uncle, her son, visits
And sometimes, just to say
Granddaughter, hello!

The dreary days of rain and storms
Make work seem long and me feel worn.
When, suddenly, the sun bursts out
To light my way,
Brightening my day.
Hello Daughter,
I hear Daddy say!

Everything's not always fun,
You have a job that must be done.
Then, from behind the clouds, you say
Time to play will come your way.
Life's not always dark and dreary,
You won't always be in a hurry.
Thank you Daddy, for the smile.

Daddy's low, mumbling voice
is in the warm roar of my motorcycle
and the song my tires sing
on a sunny day.

I miss them,
his laugh, her wit,
but I know they love me,
even still.
They reach out
to try and guide me to be safe
and to do each task well.

Plagiarism

Nate Kushner and Laura K. Krishna, the debates continue.

Now that I am over my hormone driven, emotionally overloaded moral outrage I am trying to see this event more clearly. I would like to be able to say something nice about Nate.

It's not happening.

I am putting all my posts here, because they are a.) mine and b.) funny. _________________________

Perpetrator: "I made a bargain with myself that if I said something sarcastic, and she continued to ask me for help, that I would be obligated to fuck with her"

Comment: The only accusation people have left is "He wrote a bad paper on purpose for money,"

I disagree, I feel it is my duty to present another opinion of this sordid story so that other humans do not blindly applaud such cruelty.

IN MY OPINION, you have deliberately and with malice aforethought, made a conscious decision to harm another human.

You have been intentionally cruel to another human.

You exposed another person’s true identity on the Internet, as if she were a child molester!

You have affected her entire life from this day forward.

You publicized this human’s offense to the criticism of the universe as she knows it.

Then you publicized your cruel actions.

You can only be seeking fame and kudos'. (Then he receives them, you thoughtless, hard hearted, illogical gloating unfeeling, viperous voyeurs!)

Yes, she committed a punishable offense by the standards of our education programs; Since when is this a crucifying offense?

You have exposed her to more shame than most popular murder trials create for a guilty criminal over ONE CLASS ASSIGNMENT. Why? Because you thought it would make you look good to your peers. It was FUN!

To find out her identity and her school is acceptable. To report her to the administration, a more appropriate handling of the offense, would be acceptable. They could have flunked or expelled her as they saw fit. With your logs as proof she would have been punished, case closed. Then you could truly claim the value of your diploma would be maintained AND that you had done a noble, if somewhat petty, deed.

To destroy her is unacceptable! How could you claim the power to destroy another person's life? Who died and left you God?

To expose her real name, school and location has bared her to dastardly treatment by other evil humans everywhere. They will continue your cruelty to her.

That there are people who will let you think that what you have done is not only acceptable but appropriate to the offense and to be commended completely appalls me. We are obviously raising moral quadriplegics. You have no heart, no compassion, no empathy and no comprehension of another human’s suffering.

Do you even have a brain? Do the math for this equation: "Is this going to be fun later?"

This girl is going to know who you are. I will make sure of that!

The only possible correct behavior here is that You go RIGHT NOW, pull her real name OFF your site, CALL her, APOLOGIZE and beg forgiveness. Then YOU WRITE that apology in your blog.

Then, under it, write one THOUSAND TIMES, I do not grok, I am not God!

May I have your mother's snail mail address? I want to send her a paper bag to wear over her head and my personal condolences.
Posted by: Val at March 29, 2005 03:11 PM
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I have been following this blog for two days. We get to the end and find out our hero was lying to us from day one. He wasn't going to turn her in! I can't believe I read that!

This was supposed to be moral high ground, plagiarism is bad. Bad girl to cheat. Very bad girl not to pay writer for the paper.

Good Nate to catch her and turn her in. What she did was wrong and should be punished. It cheapened the value of hard working student's diplomas. He said he was going to do the right thing and turn her in to the school for cheating. HORRAY!

Not our Nate. He says, No, he was only going to make her THINK he would turn her in - UNLESS.... Unless what, you ask? Well, ah, unless she did what he said, of course.

What a sad day, loser meets an uncommon bully who says, "Hold my Avian and watch this, bubba!" to the whole world. He then proceeds to make her dance while he shoots his mouth off at her feet.

Nate says: Give me some money, queen.
Nate says: Give me a kiss.
Nate says: Give it a lick, doll,
ORI'll be calling the dean.

Nate says: I need a ride, darlin'.
Nate says: I want a toy.
Nate says: I need new phone
OR It's the dean I'll be callin'.

Nate says: Send me a photo, fool.
Nate says: Without any clothes.
Nate says: I want a full front shot
ORI'll be calling the school.

Just good, clean fun on the internet. Boys will be boys. Kids have to learn.
She started it!
He hit me first!
She didn't pay me!
He wrote me a crap paper and now I'm going to flunk!
Well, she started it, I was only going to tease her, someone else did the right thing and turned her in! I didn't do it.
Yeah, right, then you couldn't jerk me around! Now everybody is laughing at me! They hate me!
You cheated at school then you cheated me out of the money!
You LIED to me! You said you'd write me a paper but you plagiarized from the net and put stupid stuff in it. I ain't paying for that!
Awww, I was only going to make sure she was miserable every day wondering if I had turned her in yet, what's so bad about that?

She would be so cut off from funds and grounded to homework it would be weeks before she could save up enough for a pack of gum.

But Nate - I can not express how low I think he is. When Nate was going to turn her in, if that was ALL he had done and then told about it on the blog I would have been able to applaud him and say "Well done, boy."

With his mean spirited blog postings and with NO intention of turning her in, Nate stands with the bad boys. I'd take away his net access, his computer and make him volunteer at a charter school for teens as a tutor for 6 months.

He appears to be slightly repentant now. But you sure can't trust his appearance, he looks like a nice guy.

Can you imagine being his girl friend? You'd never know what he was really thinking or if he was lying to you.

Nate may have punished a cheater more than she deserved but he has ruined himself as a man. Who wants a sneaky liar with a mean streak for a mate?

I wish them both enough prayers from strangers to keep them from the consequences of their actions.
posted by Valerie "The chocolate makes it go down easier!" @ 5:37 AM
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"the name of our victim and the name of the unfortunate university has been transformed on this site....It’s just something we had (italics mine) to agree to."

Under no threat?

I would guess the University just asked nicely for Nate to remove their info from the site.

An interesting thought - If it is OK for Nate to use LKK's real name, why are so many of the posters using false email addresses? Afraid you are next?

Posted by: Val at March 30, 2005 10:33 AM
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I was told it was to avoid being spammed to death but I keep 2 or 3 throwaway addresses for posting so I can communicate with people yet not have the "real" inbox blasted. I still say they are AFRAID!
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"Nate's intended punishment--to report the activity to the dean--"
"oh no... "nate told on us to the teacher. wah~"
"His intent was to make the school aware of Laura's activities."
He was "out to get" Laura in the sense that he wanted her to receive punishment for her wrong. He was not "out to get" Laura in the sense that he wanted to ruin her life. "

I do wish you people would read All of Nate's posts!
He didn't intend to ruin her life, just to run it for a while. Nate never intended to turn her in, just to make her squirm.

"others decided that they had the right to report what was going on."
GOOD! That was the correct action. Report her and let the school handle it.

"only a few people have commented on the manipulative nature of Laura's mother. She hinted at paying you off,"
We only have Nate's version of what the mother said. We know Nate is not always truthful, he told us he lied.

Why is it all about cheating and not privacy issues?
http://forwardho.blogspot.com/2005/03/cheater-and-bully.html
Posted by: Val at April 1, 2005 08:30 AM

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Why do so many posters miss the fact that I believe Laura being caught was GOOD! I hate cheaters! I am GLAD Laura was turned in to her dean for cheating! Yes, she solicited him! Yes, she is not very smart to have done so. Yes, she cheated! And I rejoice at her fall from grace academically! Laura is being PUNISHED!

I don't CARE if the Laura's" appreciate me here. I don't care about this Laura in particular. My ire is for anyone who has been wronged or is being bullied.

What Nate did was not good. Nate did not turn her in! Nate did not intend to turn her in! He intended to jerk her around in public, 30 0r 3000 hits a day, PUBLIC. He used her real name and location. I do not believe that Nate had any right to post that information for any reason. Nate should not have planned to get her to finance a scholarship or any thing else that equals tormenting her.

I remain annoyed that none of you understands my rage - If we condone Nate posting real info then anyone will be able to do so and there will be no penalty for it. He has invaded her PRIVACY! What should Nate's PUNISHMENT be?

In high school I used to kick older guys in the knee cap really hard when they picked on "educationally challenged" (whisper: retarded) kids. Why? Because everyone else looked the other way, even the teachers, but I knew it was wrong for them to treat people like that.

They wouldn't stop when I just walked up and told them they shouldn't do that. But the idiots would chase after me for kicking them and leave the slower kids alone. I ran pretty fast for a short kid.

I couldn't tell a teacher they were mistreating the Special Ed students, they wouldn't do anything. I COULD tell the teacher they were chasing me and she would protect me even when she found out I kicked them first because I was smaller than they were. That gave the other kids time to get safely to their class rooms. It was all I could do.

The world was screwed up then and is screwed up now when even a little kid knows something is bad and no adult will act to stop it.

Did that make any sense to anyone? Do I need to use even smaller words or what?

I HATE HORMONES! They make me so cranky!
Posted by: Val at April 1, 2005 03:12 PM

The Cheater and the Bully

I have been following this blog for two days. These are my earlier posts. We get to the end and find out our hero was lying to us from day one. He wasn't going to turn her in! I can't believe I read that!

This was supposed to be moral high ground, plagiarism is bad. Bad girl to cheat. Very bad girl not to pay writer for the paper.

Good Nate to catch her and turn her in. What she did was wrong and should be punished. It cheapened the value of hard working student's diplomas. He said he was going to do the right thing and turn her in to the school for cheating. HORRAY!

Not our Nate. He says, No, he was only going to make her THINK he would turn her in - UNLESS.... Unless what, you ask? Well, ah, unless she did what he said, of course.

What a sad day, loser meets an uncommon bully who says, "Hold my Avian and watch this, bubba!" to the whole world. He then proceeds to make her dance while he shoots his mouth off at her feet.

Nate says: Give me some money, queen.
Nate says: Give me a kiss.
Nate says: Give it a lick, doll, OR
I'll be calling the dean.

Nate says: I need a ride, darlin'.
Nate says: I want a toy.
Nate says: I need new phone OR
It's the dean I'll be callin'.

Nate says: Send me a photo, fool.
Nate says: Without any clothes.
Nate says: I want a full front shot OR
I'll be calling the school.

Just good, clean fun on the internet. Boys will be boys. Kids have to learn.

She started it!
He hit me first!
She didn't pay me!
He wrote me a crap paper and now I'm going to flunk!
Well, she started it, I was only going to tease her, someone else did the right thing and turned her in! I didn't do it.
Yeah, right, then you couldn't jerk me around! Now everybody is laughing at me! They hate me!
You cheated at school then you cheated me out of the money!
You LIED to me! You said you'd write me a paper but you plagiarized from the net and put stupid stuff in it. I ain't paying for that!
Awww, I was only going to make sure she was miserable every day wondering if I had turned her in yet, what's so bad about that?

She would be so cut off from funds and grounded to homework it would be weeks before she could save up enough for a pack of gum.

But Nate - I can not express how low I think he is. When Nate was going to turn her in, if that was ALL he had done and then told about it on the blog I would have been able to applaud him and say "Well done, boy."

With his mean spirited blog postings and with NO intention of turning her in, Nate stands with the bad boys. I'd take away his net access, his computer and make him volunteer at a charter school for teens as a tutor for 6 months.

He appears to be slightly repentant now. But you sure can't trust his appearance, he looks like a nice guy.

Can you imagine being his girl friend? You'd never know what he was really thinking or if he was lying to you.

Nate may have punished a cheater more than she deserved but he has ruined himself as a man. Who wants a sneaky liar with a mean streak for a mate?

I wish them both enough prayers from strangers to keep them from the consequences of their actions.

The Cake Comment

When I was 7 we lived up north in my Great Grampa's cabin for a summer. It was just Mom and us kids. I thought it was because Dad had to work and couldn't join us. That's another story.

Aunt Lo and Uncle Gee lived about a quarter of a mile down the road from us. Uncle was a tall, broad, smiling, craggy faced farmer and Aunt Lo was a short, round, true believer, who put 110% into everything she did. They had 2 boys, Woh and Fum that were in their late teens. The boys had a big old collie named, honest!, Shep. Shep was no pup, he was as big as me on all fours and as big as Mom standing up.

Aunt Lo had promised a wedding cake to a young couple in her church. That Saturday she baked and whipped and iced till she was covered in white dust but the cake was done and it was a beauty.

That cake was half chocolate and half vanilla, buried in white bakers frosting with trim all around it in pink and roses draped over the corners with a big sugar ribbon in the middle behind a small bride and groom. Their names and the date were sculpted under that. Aunt Lo had put tooth picks all over the cake and then covered it with layers of plastic wrap to keep it from the dust on the dirt roads they had to travel. It was so BIG a sheet cake that it took Uncle G and Fum both to load it in the back of the station wagon.

While Aunt Lo got cleaned up, Fum was cleaning out the car with the vacuume. The doors were all open except the back loading door. Do you remember the windows in the rear of station wagons that could be rolled down? Their wagon had one and it was rolled down.

Again, it was a beautiful day for a wedding, sun lit blue skys with pretty little clouds drifting on a gentle breeze. One of those perfect days when nothing could go wrong.

Because it was such a warm, sunny day all of us kids were out playing in the lilacs. There was a great, empty space in the middle of them, just our size, that kept the heat at bay.

Out of the clear blue sky comes this deep rumble followed by a big BOOM!. We were awed that a jet had gone right over our house and were getting out of the bush to look at it when this horrendous scream ripped through the air! Then another!

We bolted for the house but Mom had already cleared the door and was headed, full speed, up the road. We beat feet after her.

We knew it was Aunt Lo screaming, she was the only other woman inside hollering distance. We must have made pretty good time because she was still screaming and trying to kill Shep with her purse when we got there.

We watched as she would scream his name and he'd run toward her, like the good dog he was. Aunt Lo would wind up to swing on him and he'd duck and run away. If she hadn't been so purple it might have been funny but even at 7 I knew purple was the color you got just before your head exploded. Mom ran right on up but we hung back, a little worried about the swinging purse.

Come to find out, Shep was afraid of airplanes, especially the sonic boom kind. When the boom went off, Fum was the nearest human to hide near.

Shep had been laying under a tree near the back end of the car. Shep would have seen him in the driver's side of the front seat with his vacuume. When the boom rang out Shep jumped through the back window, came down on the far end of the cake and leaped the back seat and then the front to huddle under Fum.

Aunt Lo had just come out the door and was crossing the yard to leave. She heard the boom, saw Shep fly into the back of the car and started screaming before he got to Fum.

Mom had Fum and Uncle run the cake back into the house and sent us home. She and Aunt Lo cut out the spot where Shep's four feet landed. It was just like a diamond pattern, Mom told us later. Being an experienced cook, Aunt had made an extra cake for her family. They trimmed a piece out of that one to match the hole, snugged it into the cut out, re- iced the area, minus a few roses and got it back in the car, all in lightening time. Some how the dog had missed the center where all the special decorations were.

All was well, the wedding went excellent and no one ever knew the dog had jumped in the cake.

I do always make an extra cake for my family when I am fancy baking, even today.

The War Girl

My mate's bro's female child is a petite just barely 5' tall blond with blue eyes. But don't piss her off!

Last night we join Bro2's family at a bar for dinner to celebrate the visit home of #1Neice. Her Dad is having a nerological problem and she came home with her leave time to be with him during the doctor's exams.

It has brought tears to my eyes that, with technology, we have been able to chat at least once a week while she was in Iraq. What a blessing to know that your loved one is safe and needs Spagettio's!

#1Neice worked very hard to get into her branch of the service and then excelled at her training inspite of her size. She says she doesn't need to duck, she just stands behind everyone else.

Her favorite package contents are beef jerky, spagettio's and anything for her microwave. War is a lot different now.

Her biggest complaint is the items she has to pack and tote that are not suitable for the area she is in.

I was at home, blogging, for the second day in a row due to a 14" snowfall with blowing and drifting snow.

I have been really enjoying my birds at the feeders. I call it my tithe. Mate calls them "welfare birds". But they are so colorful and amusing to watch.

There is one sparrow sized sweetie I call "Buffy" because of her buff or light dun color. I have not been able to find her in my bird books.

The animals were happy. With us home they could stay inside, too. And wasn't that a thrilling day?

A Good Man

Definition of a Good Man

In response to: "DragonStormInAZ at :If someone can give me the definition of a great guy so that I can aspire to such a thing, it would appreciated.

After years of throwing back large, slime covered frogs and now being partnered with a good man (who was only as hard to find as life made it) I feel qualified to fulfill your request.

Strive to be kind and considerate to all. Read and remember what is expected of a Boy Scout. A man who lives that oath is usually a fine partner. Don't forget the Golden Rule, either.

For young singles the first 5 criteria MUST be met or you will be unhappy. He or she will crash your car, run up your bills and hide behind his family when he's done with you.

You LIKE and ADMIRE each other. Love is for later. Like is what you do everyday.
You both enjoy being together in more than TWO activities. "We both like movies and sex." is not a wide enough foundation for building a life on.
Does not live with any family member.
Has gainful employment.
Supports self and one vehicle.

For the more experienced mating crowd:
Has NEVER lied to me. (except as prearrange, for cash and gifts, excludes trick questions "Does this make me look___")
Pays all debts promptly.
Has one charge card that is paid off every month.
Understands the concept "Two people live here, two people work here, two people do chores here."
Has heard about gender differentiated activities but believes they are a Greek Myth.
Comprehends the emotional and physical differences between the sexes.
Has enough self-confidence to remain un-threatened by time needed alone by partner for thinking or whatever.
Can be pleased partner is participating in an activity that he could care less about - without being jealous.
Remembers all private holidays and birthdays with appropriate gift.(: i.e. Musical Jewelry Box and handle bar mount bike repair kit.)
Says please and thank you. Rude is not cute!
Always asks or suggests - never orders.

And, my personal list:
Reads - anything, news, books, fiction, fact but reads.
Not a mama's boy.
Will NOT call me Honey, but will use Darling or Sweetheart.
Can entertain himself without my help.
Enjoys being a man but not a Nazi control freak.
Likes Sex but is not obsessed with how often, only how mutually satisfying.
Educated, by self or other, enough make interesting conversation and enjoy snappy reparte'.
Interested in the world around him.
Slightly taller than me. I like to look up to my man.
Stronger than me (how else will I get my jars opened - humor)
More cheerful than me.
Should know some good jokes & tell them well. (yes, sense of humor!)

**Love is grown, like a climbing rose.
You start by digging up the dirt. (learn about each other)
Make a deep, wide and messy hole. (Honesty, even the bad stuff)
Fill in the first layer of drainage with gravel or small rocks which hurt to find and are a pain to gather up (the hurtful, getting accquainted experiences).
Throw them deep in the bottom.
Add sand (the sweet little things) to fill in the gaps and let the water (life) filter down slowly.
Put in a good soil mix composed of rotted leaves,(history) composted bullshit (crap to be ignored) and good topsoil (Your love for each other).
Build this into a small mound for supporting the roots (experience).
THEN you take the plunge. (Make the commitment)
Put the plant in the hole, spreading the roots over the mound carefully.
Water it well (love each other) and tuck it in (and be NICE) so the roots aren't exposed to air.
The mystery begins.
You wait - for the first leaf, the first new branch, the first bud, celebrating each as a sign love lives.
When you find the first thorn, a sign that the plant lives and can protect itself. (learning to live together)
you move your fingers and find another!(More learning)
Move around and work through it until you learn how to place your fingers safely. (Experience, only gained by errors)
Now you can bend the branch gently closer to appreciate the aroma of the blossoms. (true love)
For years and years you will enjoy just that one plant that you worked for and bled on.

(WOW, that just sprouted all by itself!)

Welcome

Welcome to the current section of my life. Rather than chase to keep up, I thought, maybe I had better start with now so I have an end to work toward with For Her Story , the begining of this end.

And it's kind of nice to know that no matter how nasty the middle gets there is a happy ending, for now.

For people who what to know what's going on here there will be family stories, motorcycle travels, pet tales, photos and I will file general thoughts on whatever strikes my fancy here.