Free DKNY! Free MKA! Free Enchanted Dress! All when you join my club. Pa-leez, people. No other club gives out free stuff. These people are only trying to get more members. How pathetic. Seriously... UGH.

xoxo Sarah

Oh brother. There’s a lot of information that you seem to have excluded from your letter, but using my spidey-sense, I get the feeling that this girl’s parents found out about your relationship, packed her off to her uncle’s place for a while to get her away from you, and she has now come back and decided that this thing with you isn’t really worth all the trouble.

And you know, rightly so. I get so many letters that look just like yours, letters from men in their mid-twenties who have “fallen in love” with teenage girls and want to get married to them. This is all wrong, my friend. There are some basic parameters when it comes to dating younger people: you should treat your younger partner with respect, teach them the ropes about sex and relationships with kindness and tenderness, don’t break their heart if you meet someone else, and unobtrusively withdraw from the scene when they start eying their more age-appropriate peers as potential dating partners. In general, don’t leave them more damaged than you found them.

You do not do any of the things that you have done, ILAL: demanding a promise to get married when you know the girl has the rest of her life in front of her, calling her a liar and a traitor, failing to find out if she’s under any parental pressure to end things, calling her on the phone every day after she’s broken things off, or generally acting like a psycho. You messed up in this situation, ILAL, and the best thing you can do now is apologize to her for being so crazy about the break up (apologies are key), end contact with her, and find another woman to date who is closer to your age and independent of her folks. In other words, be the grown-up here.

Also, sorry for the lack of posting! I just didn't feel like writing (I don't know who I'm saying sorry cause no one reads this, but anyways...)

And here I am to bring it to you!

I went out to Cubanitas (Google it, because I'm too lazy to make a link now) which is one of my absolute favorite restaurants in Milwaukee right now. With my friend WD. Kristie? What do I call her on here. Oh well, whatever. I'll probably delete this when I come across it on Google Reader tomorrow at work. I'll say "OMG! What the EFF was I doing?" I guess this is what happens when I get tipsy and come home to an empty house.

Oh, and her husband came too. It was good times. He drove. Yaaayyyy!!

Oh! I'm going to copy and paste an entry from my old OLD blog, back in 05, when I got home from my 21st Birthday party...

FANTA!! Don' yhopou wanna wanna fanta!!

Suvk it trtebeck

W0w/. samantaha is ribht. it is hard to type when you are drunk."

I went out to bars ytonight.
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And it was fun.

whao. that sentence was sepelled and typed ocorrectyley, CORECTLY.

wel,l, with one more r. lets try this again.

CORRECTLY .

i did it !

I went to elsa's and my mom bnought me a cosmopolitan. it didn't tasete that good.

i had chapmpagne. tjhat was yummy.

and tehen i went to this bar called sake-tumi. Get5 it? Sock it to me?!!!!! it was coiol. and not croweced. and i wanted to dance. but the time went to fast. they did not card me there. i am going kto rpeport them. no, not really. but it was lame, because k io wanted to show my id. they carded me at elsas. and some weird guys were being weird.

and then i went to oakland gyros. and i made friends with people who gave me friench fries when i was wstanding in line for food. but then he called me a slut. so then i was sad. but who isn't a slut for french fries? so then i felt ok.

now i am back home and i am going to eat gyros.

and i am drunk.

and i am 21.

yay.
no... YAY!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Okay, fortunately I am not THAT drunk right now.

But the Mojitos at Cubanita's are killer. And I drank an unprecedented (big word right now) TWO of them.

They're deadly. For real.

I ate deeeelicious food, too.

And then I got home and washed my hair. Showering while getting drunker is quite interesting.

REBEL:

That one's for Heather, even though my bloggggg is not cool enough for her to read on any regular basis.

And just for good measure, here's a picture of David and I from last night, the last night with his cast (he tore a ligament in his thumb):

I was the ONLY person who got to sign it! I'm special!

Well, now he has another cast on his hand, but it's much smaller. It's like a Michael Jackson glove. I'll take a pic this weekend. It's funny. His thumb did not heal over this last month, so he will have an MRI on Tuesday to see if he needs to have SURGERY! This is not a musician's friend. The good news is that they will fix it, and he'll be able to play guitar once again.

This week has been busy, albeit (fancy word) with fun things. But I am looking forward to next Mon-Wednesday where I have much less going on. I might go out for drinks with friends next Wednesday. This weekend I will finally call Laura back (Red- if you read this, I got your message, but I just haven't had actual time to call you back and chat!!!)

Okay, I am off to dry my hair and drink several LARGE glasses of water and hope that I don't feel yucky tomorrow morning.

Byeeeeeeeeee! I hope this is just as funny tomorrow! Hopefully I won't say "OMG! What was I thinking?!" and then click delete.

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dude...1:47, SHIRT OFF...i can't describe it well but...i WANT HIM!!! xD so bad...hahahaaa...i'm laughing, its so bad! [otherwise i'd be crying]

spng: insa/greeting

i don't know what he does to me, or how, but with his hair combed back he looks so MANLY, and with all other hair styles he looks so feminine...but still soo fiiiiiiiiiiine!! ugh!! *dies*

I've always been a bit off my rocker, seeing shrinks since I was about six or seven. I'm not a psychopath, I don't have any more problems than anyone else, but they affect my brain in a different way.

I'd never admit this to anyone, but I've got crazy brain now. I'm on drugs, but my body never uses them appropriately. It is never enough. They prescribe more, and more, and my brain just rejects them, rejects the higher doses, and leaves me wondering, wondering why.

I'm starting to think crazy things, like someone is coming into my house when I am gone, and putting antifreeze in my dog's dish, poisoning her, trying to kill her.

Part of my brain says no, that is stupid, no one can come in.

The other part of my brain makes me clean out her water dishes with soap every day when I get home.

When I'm driving home from work, part of my brain tells me, pull over, pull over, there is something wrong with the tires on your car, you're going to have a massive wreck, and you're going to die. Pull over. Pull over. Pull over and check to make sure the tires aren't flat.

The other part of my brain says no, the tires aren't flat. The tires are brand new. They're full of air, right to the right amount. Just keep driving.

Pull over, pull over. Hurry up and get home to clean out the water dishes before your dog dies. Hurry. Drive faster. Pull over. The tires are flat. Antifreeze in the dish. Massive wreck.

Even the night brings no relief. I swallow the strongest sleeping pill ever approved by the FDA, but it just propels me into another world, one full of the same anxieties as the awake world forces upon me.

Nightmares. Horrible, vicious nightmares. Someone is breaking in to the house. The alarms aren't working. I can hear them, but I can't move. I can hear the door opening. I can't scream, I can't hear my dog. She should be barking. Why isn't she barking? Bark! I try and scream at her to bark, I scream as hard as I can, but nothing comes out. I can hear the person in the house. Why didn't the alarm go off? Why can't I move? Then it is there, the outstretched arm, the hand covering my eyes...

Then I awake again, in a cold sweat, double checking the doors, triple checking the alarms, checking to make sure my dog is alive, checking to make sure she is breathing, checking the doors again, checking the exterior security doors, checking under the bed, checking behind the bathroom door, checking behind the living room door, checking, checking checking.

Then I lay back in bed. Two hours until I have to wake up. One hour and fifty nine minutes until I have to wake up. One hour and fifty eight minutes until I have to wake up. One hour and fifty seven minutes until I have to wake up. One hour and fifty six minutes until I have to wake up. One hour and fifty five minutes until I have to wake up.

I had a day which could best be described - other than off kilter - as both good and bad.  Perhaps this is an appropriate time for some lists.

Good things that happened today:

• made to do list and accomplished much of it
• cleared several piles off desk (not something on list)
• had lunch with old boss
• worked on clearing up email inbox (also not on list)
• had nice dinner with Rob

Bad things that happened today:

• got extremely frustrated by the things on the list that did not get finished
• wanted to quit my job (but didn't)
• had some thoughts which were, shall we say, of an alarmingly depressing nature

So clearly the good outweighed the bad, and the nasty thoughts were just that - thoughts.  I'm still here and I'll be fine, Rob's taking good care of me.

I think a big part of this is that there's just so damn much going on at work right now and I'm not used to it.  I've not even been at this job for a whole year yet so I'm still learning a lot and it seems like every day I get some new responsibility thrown at me.  You couple that with my inability to handle anxiety or stress very well and you come up with a recipe for disaster.  I am coping as best I can, and quite frankly I think I am doing one helluva job, but I just have to wonder how much longer I can keep it up.  The other morning on my way in I was contemplating getting Doc to put me on medical leave for awhile just so I can take a break and catch my breath.  I know, I've had a day or two off here and there - but it's like I said with the juggling thing yesterday, I come back and everything's exactly where I left it, waiting for me to reinsert myself like I'd never been gone.  And maybe that's how it is with a "real" job and I just need to grow up and get used to it.

Let me tell you something, this being a grown up shit sucks ass.

France and Great Britain were the first nations to support the widespread development of electric vehicles in the late 1800s. In 1899, a Belgian built electric racing car called "La Jamais Contente" set a world record for land speed - 68 mph - designed by Camille Jénatzy.

The electric car was among some of the earliest automobiles — small electric vehicles predate the Otto cycle upon which Diesel (diesel engine) and Benz (gasoline engine) based the automobile.

In 1899, ninety percent of the cabs in New York City were electric. By 1900, the Electric Vehicle Company had put hundreds of its electric Hansom cabs, modeled after the design of its horse-drawn predecessors, on the streets of the metropolis. The Hansoms eliminated the need for a differential by providing a separate motor and axle for each rear wheel.

Timeline: Life & Death of the Electric Car

History and Directory of Electric Cars from 1834 - 1987

This technology is long over due, about 100 years if you ask me!

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Amnesia or the lack of memory is sad and troublesome. Many times in your life you can get in difficult situations only because you don’t remember an important person’s name or something else that is much more important, such as the name of a medicine.

You should write everything you can if you have this problem. Be organized and careful.

The reason for the existence of amnesia is the existence of very traumatic experiences; in other words, this condition has a protective function. It appears when there is a trauma that the person wishes to forget, but this is not a conscious function. It works without the participation of the human conscience. For example, when someone suffers a disaster or something terrible happens in one’s life, amnesia protects him or her from remembering the horrible scenes or situations that he or she saw or lived.

Amnesia can have a psychological reason that cannot be logically justified if we ignore what is happening in the psychic sphere of the affected person. In this case, I recommend psychotherapy through dream interpretation with the unique and correct method of dream translation discovered by Carl Jung and simplified by me. I continued Jung’s research in the unknown psyche, where craziness remains, and I discovered the existence of the wild conscience.

This wild, violent and evil content often obliges the unconscious that produces the dreams in order to protect us from craziness, to provoke amnesia to the human conscience in order to protect it from the memories projected by the wild side.

If your problem is not so serious, but you keep forgetting many important details and many things you must remember, here are my directions to help you improve your memory until you become able to remember everything you need and even what is not necessary:

1. Associations

The best way to remember names and difficult words is through associations. For example, if a person’s name is Walter Miller. In order to remember this name you have to think about a word that reminds it… How about “watermelon?” This way, the similar sounding word will help you remember the real name of the person. (If you don’t actually remember the real name of the person but you quickly say the substitute word that you associated with their name when you meet them, they will have the impression that you said their real name…)

The same tactic can be used for other things as well: you simply should associate names, substantives, titles, etc., with words easy to remember.

2. Attention

When you hear or read something important, pay attention to it. Say to yourself: “now this person is saying this and I should remember it” or “now I’m reading the most important part of the text, I have to keep it in my memory.”

3. Repetition

Repeat several times the words or sentences you have to learn, but not without thinking like a parrot. Think about what you are saying, visualize the things that you are repeating in your mind, and be in contact with what you are trying to memorize.

4. Make a Summary

Rewrite the most important parts of what you are trying to learn. Make a summary with the essence and keep it in mind. You don’t have to remember all the details. You can write them in your own words. Only the essence of what you are trying to remember must be memorized.

5. Exercise

Try to remember many things, even if you don’t need to. If you keep your mind working, you become more intelligent and your memory will be excellent!

Prevent Depression and Craziness through the scientific method of Dream Interpretation discovered by Carl Jung and simplified by Christina Sponias, a writer who continued Jung's research in the unknown region of the human psychic sphere.

Learn more at: http://www.scientificdreaminterpretation.com and http://www.booksirecommend.com

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Don’t waste time! This is a limited offer, only for this summer.

A single dream is not enough. We need a series of dreams in order to understand what is happening to the dreamer and to understand the guidance of the wise unconscious mind that produces our dreams.

So, write down your dreams every day if you want to see results for your efforts.  Your dreams and their special messages should be really important to you!

You need to start right now so you will have enough time to submit many dreams. If you put off this opportunity, time will pass and you won’t be able to send me anything…

Go to http://www.scientificdreaminterpretation.com and learn more.

Christina Sponias

As of last night, the trip is cancelled. As is one of the friendships that I really valued.

Out of the blue, the friend that I was going to be crashing with while I was visiting him and several others in Arizona went nuts on me. He accused me of betrayals and lies. All because I didn't tell him about something I'd only learned about two days before, and that should not have been an issue. I certainly didn't see it as an issue. The guy I'm kinda-sorta involved with made decision to audition as a DJ, for the same online radio station as my now ex-friend. So what? I still don't see how not bringing this up is in any way a betrayal. And in the course of his ripping into me, I discovered that he'd deliberately lied to me. So really, who betrayed who?

But my former friend's definition of betrayal seems to include mistakes, or just not knowing that something would ever be an issue, rather than something deliberately perpetrated. So it was inevitable that he'd find some reason to decide I'd betrayed him.

During the course of this, he indicated that he knew who I was working for, and one of the dumbest things about this whole bout of crazy is that I dislike the person he accused me of working for to betray and hurt him. It's someone I say hi to periodically, because I am civil and polite. But that is the extent of it.

And my ex-friend just kept going and going, with increasing vitriol. He said some horrible thing to me, and in the end I wound up crying... no, not crying, sobbing out loud, honestly... for about two hours. The only time I've been hurt so badly by a friend was years ago, when my best friend was heavy into crank and I couldn't take the change in him. I tried to end the friendship with my best friend then, because I knew that if things continued as they were, I'd have nothing but memories of hurt and hate after all the years he'd been my nearest and dearest friend. I didn't want to wind up at that point. This time, with this friend, it was even worse in some ways, because it wasn't something I geared up for ahead of time. It was an unwarranted attack, completely out of the blue.

The worst of the hurt is behind me, but I'm still swinging between anger and hurt. I expect I will be for a few days yet at least. I'll be fine, and then suddenly raging, or else find I'm suddenly crying again. I don't deal well with endings, and never have. Losing a friend leaves me heartbroken in so many ways. I love my friends with great intensity, and that makes the hurt after something like this also quite intense.

Were it not for my other dear friends there - Sal, Iggy, Div, and Yar - I'd have just left SSW for good last night, rather than chance running into the friend who did this again.

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Ah the good old days! War, Rampant drug use, Racial Tension, Rampant Unemployment, National debt, Oil Crisis, Collapsing Economy, Bad Religion, and Covert Politics and the Cold war!

And in an election year where Party lines blur, and comparison between a Square Deal and a Revival of Camelot are thrown about like Red and Blue Confetti. Can there be anything we missed? Not to worry I'm sure we will get to it.

"The Cuban Missile crisis" "The crisis ranks with the Berlin Blockade as one of the major confrontations of the Cold War, and is often regarded as the moment in which the Cold War came closest to a nuclear war.~ Oct.1962

The London-based AFX news wire quoted Schwartz as saying: "If they did I think we should stand strong and indicate that is something that crosses a threshold, crosses a red line for the United States."~July 23, 2008

As side note can we at least skip bringing back DISCO?!

Something Went Wrong in Jet Crash, Expert Says
No, really?

Police Begin Campaign to Run Down Jaywalkers
Now that's taking things a bit far!

Panda Mating Fails; Veterinarian Takes Over
What a guy!

Miners Refuse to Work after Death
No-good-for-nothing' lazy so-and-so's!

Juvenile Court to Try Shooting Defendant
See if that works any better than a fair trial!

War Dims Hope for Peace
I can see where it might have that effect!

If Strike Isn't Settled Quickly, It May Last Awhile
Ya think?!

Cold Wave Linked to Temperatures
Who would have thought!

Enfield (London) Couple Slain; Police Suspect Homicide
They may be on to something!

Red Tape Holds Up New Bridges
You mean there's something stronger than duct tape?!
Oklahoma's construction program!

Man Struck By Lightning: Faces Battery Charge
He probably IS the battery charge

New Study of Obesity Looks for Larger Test Group
Weren't they fat enough?!

Astronaut Takes Blame for Gas in Spacecraft
That's what he gets for eating those beans!

Kids Make Nutritious Snacks
Do they taste like chicken?

Local  High School Dropouts Cut in Half
Chainsaw Massacre all over again!

Hospitals are Sued by 7 Foot Doctors
Boy, are they tall!

And the winner is....

Typhoon Rips Through Cemetery; Hundreds Dead
Did I read that right?

So, I haven't told him everything that I feel right yet. One, because even though he's my husband, I need some time to think about it, figure out what is really upsetting me, get it together in my mind and then talk to him about it, and two, because -well, everytime I stumble through something, not knowing exactly what to say, he always seems to try to fix it. I don't want that. So. I wait.

Anyways, last night, he's giving me the third degree and finally I say, "Look, I need a glass of wine, I can't talk about this right now."

And, I didn't want to be mean to him, I just didn't want to talk about it. I need to talk about it with someone other than him.

So- I down it in like 2 secs and get up to get another.

After that second glass, I remember nothing.

Sparky told me bits and pieces this morning.

*I blamed the bottle of wine being empty on the dog.
*I toyed with Sparky by getting him "ready to go" and then telling him "nevermind".
*I jumped out of bed, squalling, and locked myself in the bathroom.
*I told him I was crying because I don't want to have sex with him, and he was pressuring me.
*I came back to bed and went on to say I didn't want to have sex with him ever again.

Really, the thing is, I've told him "no more sex" until I'm ready. This is the first time in our marriage that I've ever been like, "Please just wait, until I feel better, and I am able to sort out my emotions."

Why? Numerous reasons. I'm worried I'll just start freaking out, crying, get more depressed, etc.

I feel like I'm in the bottom of a pit.

I know that I'm doing a lot of self-analyzing, but I have to. It's my nature. And, if I don't- I won't really know what to say to the DR next week.

----I just wish that Sparky would back off. He asks me "what's wrong" every two minutes, and it's really not helping. But, how do I tell my husband to back off?

....::sigh::....

Now, my husband and I do not have fertility issues.  We got pregnant with the twins on the first go around and they were spontaneous twins (thus contributing to Baby A's problems).  No drugs used.  A couple of beers but no drugs.  My heart BLEEDS for people with fertility issues because I have spent the last 3 months LONGING for a baby.  I couldn't even look in the direction of the baby department at Target with crying.  I actually changed tables in a restaurant recently because a woman and her newborn boy (it's boys that bother me the most, obviously) sat down in eye view.  I may not know the length and depth of your pain but I have tasted a bit of it and it sucks.  I am so sorry.

Anywho, because I lost the twins a mere 3 and 4 months ago and DH and I are wanting more babies sooner rather than later, my cycle is a little unpredictable and while I am cleared medically for "baby-making," it's a little hard to tell when I am going to ovulate.  I enjoy sex as much as the next married woman but to accomplish the "end goal" (ie baby) without determining when I am about to ovulate would require sex every other day for 28 days until I got a positive test or my period.  That's a lot of sex.  Seriously.

The doctor recommended a plan of sex every other day starting around Day 10 and then at Day 14 start using the predication tests.  Okay, so Monday I pee on the test stick.  One dark line and one darker line.  Now I read that a positive (meaning ovulation will occur within 12-36 hours) is the first line is as dark or darker than the second line.  Ummm, little subjective but okay, well it's not as dark but parts of it are.  We did just in case.  The next day, the same thing but we didn't "do it.."  The next day, the first line is faint and the second line is dark.  "Oh crap," I think, "I've missed it - I ovulated WAY earlier than I was supposed to and I have missed it because I can't read these dang tests."  I am in a panic.  I am a classic overachiever and I don't fail things.

So I call the company.  Apparently, unlike a pregnancy test, you are not supposed to pee on the stick first thing in the morning.  Now the directions do not say this.  More than likely, the representative tells me, the previous readings were false positives and I need to retest in the evenings.  I need to "trust the test to work," she says.  Ummm, okay.  But I can't let it go.  I am obsessing.  I am not rational.  I can't stop thinking, "we missed it, we missed it."  And then I look at the calendar, "okay, we did it here and here and here so that may be okay, we might be okay."  DH looks at me and says, "get in the car, we are going to get something more easy to read because this is crazy, you are being crazy and you are making me crazy."

Anyway, I will keep you posted.

1. courtneyryan369 - That's me!
2. ┫　o　｜　｜o ┣┓　　┏┓- WTF? Anyone know what THAT means? I don't even know how to type it.
3. heart feels funny - Mine often does. Sometimes its because my heart and my tummy are arguing about what I should do and my head is ignoring them.
4. hpvguyny - Good, Google yourself man. You've learned! (Unless this is someone Googling him because he messaged you on a dating site. In that case "Screw diamonds, Google is a girl's best friend!")
5. google fu- That's riiiiiiigggght.
6. miniature goldendoodle - They are so cute! I want one when I have a place big enough for it.
7. adrianna ima- Batgirl is going to make a good Ima some day!
8. redneck rocket man- HAHAHAHA. This just made me laugh.
9. how many calories does humping someone burn - Well, Junior, this all depends on how you're doing it.
10. does j*rking off burn calories? - As a matter of fact it does!
11. p0rn sex in jerusalem- Actually this was searched for 2 times in one day. Who new? I mean there are some hottie Israelis that I've met (oooh Israeli Army boys. Yum.) but I'd think that Tel Aviv is more of a p0rn city than Jerusalem. Call me crazy.
12. happy bunny panties you would be cooler - Everyone would be cooler with Happy Bunny Panties. EW. I hate the word "panties"
13. batgirl boobs - Well isn't Batgirl the popular one this week? What did she say to me once "This goes to show that even if you don't post a picture of your own boobs on the net, someone else will."?

These are just a few of my favorites from the last week or so. Batgirl, I swear I had nothing to do with the terms that people used to end up here! (Other than writing them at some point in time...)

What are some of your best search terms that have landed people on your blog?

minhwan's only woman is chicken you idiots, he's like 16? now.

credits: boomcheekiahhh @ youtube, she is a GENIUS, as this video is HILARIOUS

sounds like stress eating to me.."I DONT CARE WHAT THEY SAY" yeah boy, you defend ur chicken with ur life!

rap: stop it. right now...STOP THIS CHICKEN MADNESS. lmfao.. >_<

these clips are expertly chosen by one whose seen alot of vids. good frikin job! wow! *clap clap clap* <3

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So der Auftritt bei Youtube..! Naja.. dieser Style ist nicht mein Musikstil.. aber immerhin.. Die Energie die dahinter steht, die PR-Strategie.. des könnte hinhauen..!

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