It's not that my life is so exciting. That's not the reason I haven't posted for a while. I have no good reason other then it's summer and most of my time is spent outdoors. Lawns to mow and autos to clean, bikes to ride and festivals to attend. On the really hot days it's inside beneath the air conditioner.
It is raining. I don't mean a mere sprinkle. Cars are floating. Boats are being used to navigate the streets in certain neighborhoods. It's mid July and I've resumed this post from when I started it a couple of weeks ago.
A cool front has swept our way. The sky is so overcast, the sun hasn't a chance of lifting the temperatures into the 90's. We have a respite for the moment. Tomorrow is another matter; it returns.
Monday we are supposed to leave for Galveston. I had hotel reservations made but I cancelled them. We still plan on making the trip and should the weather permit, we will be doing the water park there. I'm not too worried about rooms to rent. We can always stay in Texas City which is close by. We don't really do the beach scene while there. I'm not fond of Texas beaches and all the sand in the water and the seaweed strewn beaches. I can't talk the family into a Destin, Florida vacation. Nobody wants to "do the beach" but everybody wants to do the Schillterbahn (sp) Water Park.
A little note here on health:
Chemo was on Monday and a neulasta injection on Wednesday in the hopes of preventing my white blood cells from plummeting. I'm back to taking the Xelota pills which raise havoc with my stomach. After 5 days of the burning and belching and heartburn, I raced out to Peggy's house to collect the Carafate I had shared with her.
It makes a difference. I'll continue to take it while I'm taking the Xeloda. Other then being a bit tired, and the stomach issue, I have no complaints.
And on a another personal issue; I washed away the grey! Wednesday I made an appointment with a hair dressers and had my hair done. Foiled and wrapped up, she blonded it. I feel better. I don't know if I will keep it this color or revert back to my dark color but the color it won't be is grey.
I'm done here. My posts seem to be getting farther and farther apart. Maybe winter will cure those long gaps?
Saturday, July 19, 2014
The Why
I remember dating. Not with the fondest of memories for a lot of that time. That time when your date arrived; you worried about small talk, gaps in conversation, sauce on your chin at dinner or spinach in your teeth. Ah yes, dating.
Dating leads to? I had my perimeters. A list, as such, that the men in my life had to adhere to.
1. I don't date men I meet in a bar. I don't want to continue looking for them there should this relationship develop into something permanent, and one never knows when "permanent" or "long term" will happen.
2. You must be employed with a track record of continuous employment. I'm raising one child; I don't need another.
3. You cannot have a record. Not the vinyl kind. The police blotter one. I will not hitch my wagon to someone with a felony or even worse, multiple felonies.
Number three still haunts me as I look around at the young women that, without hesitation, profess for the world to see their new love. He has a police record, a prison record and a history of unreliability that is no secret anyone and especially to this female.
What are they thinking? Finding employment, a place to live and a future with a felon? This was never going to be my preference. I would prefer to take my chances alone.
When the relationship sours; the felon reverts back to his usual behavior, the newness gone, the abuse starts. You get what you get. Nobody changes for someone else. Not even their children. Time and again, I've watched these people couple up and flame out, each one blaming the other for their unhappiness.
Your choice, your time, your life. Become an observer. It's a learning ..a life lesson. It's banking all that wasted time on something that is not going to change for YOU.
Dating leads to? I had my perimeters. A list, as such, that the men in my life had to adhere to.
1. I don't date men I meet in a bar. I don't want to continue looking for them there should this relationship develop into something permanent, and one never knows when "permanent" or "long term" will happen.
2. You must be employed with a track record of continuous employment. I'm raising one child; I don't need another.
3. You cannot have a record. Not the vinyl kind. The police blotter one. I will not hitch my wagon to someone with a felony or even worse, multiple felonies.
Number three still haunts me as I look around at the young women that, without hesitation, profess for the world to see their new love. He has a police record, a prison record and a history of unreliability that is no secret anyone and especially to this female.
What are they thinking? Finding employment, a place to live and a future with a felon? This was never going to be my preference. I would prefer to take my chances alone.
When the relationship sours; the felon reverts back to his usual behavior, the newness gone, the abuse starts. You get what you get. Nobody changes for someone else. Not even their children. Time and again, I've watched these people couple up and flame out, each one blaming the other for their unhappiness.
Your choice, your time, your life. Become an observer. It's a learning ..a life lesson. It's banking all that wasted time on something that is not going to change for YOU.
Wednesday, July 2, 2014
Observation
Maybe my paranoia was just that (see yesterday's post)
I've monitored the hits on this blog and yesterday's post was read by people around the globe so maybe my nervousness was unwarranted.
In addition to that, an online friend says the posts on scammers was being read because they were entertaining and humorous. I may have to go back and take them out of draft mode and republish them. I dislike censoring and censoring my own stuff even less. Usually when I post, if it's something critical, I will leave out names and just describe the action, surroundings and, of course, my opinion. Should you recognize yourself and become incensed, stop a moment and realize, only YOU recognize yourself and if others recognize you and contact you with the information, you might want to check yourself and the person reporting. How did they recognize YOU?
Hopefully, these blogs are more beneficial then destructive; more constructive and less judgmentals. Observations with a lot of descriptions.
I've monitored the hits on this blog and yesterday's post was read by people around the globe so maybe my nervousness was unwarranted.
In addition to that, an online friend says the posts on scammers was being read because they were entertaining and humorous. I may have to go back and take them out of draft mode and republish them. I dislike censoring and censoring my own stuff even less. Usually when I post, if it's something critical, I will leave out names and just describe the action, surroundings and, of course, my opinion. Should you recognize yourself and become incensed, stop a moment and realize, only YOU recognize yourself and if others recognize you and contact you with the information, you might want to check yourself and the person reporting. How did they recognize YOU?
Hopefully, these blogs are more beneficial then destructive; more constructive and less judgmentals. Observations with a lot of descriptions.
I'm Just Nervous
A few months ago, more like a year ago, I posted a series of messages on here about scammers on Craigslist. The scammers have an automobile for sale and the excuses given for selling these autos run the gamut from the person being transferred via the military assignment to a car being owned by a person who expired in another vehicle and her family is selling her own car. The stories go on and on. The English used to post these is just a bit off in their sentence structure; you can notice by this they are not from this country and English is not their first language.
I started a post by contacting one and by playing with them. I dragged these correspondences out for post after post until the "seller' gave up, either because it was too much effort on their part or they realized they were being played with.
Lately those posts have been getting hits. A lot of hits. Too many hits too leave me comfortable with leaving those posts up. Today I decided to revert them to "draft" form so they wouldn't show up on my blog any longer. If someone finds this and was one of the frequent readers of those blogs and can give me a reason for all the attention they were getting, I might consider reposting all five of them.
I can't imagine any nefarious use of them but it makes me a bit leary when those posts were getting so many hits and from visitors from all over the world. I'm sure it wasn't because of my brilliant writing skills.
As of today, they will no longer be available for viewing unless someone (the visitors) explain their popularity.
I started a post by contacting one and by playing with them. I dragged these correspondences out for post after post until the "seller' gave up, either because it was too much effort on their part or they realized they were being played with.
Lately those posts have been getting hits. A lot of hits. Too many hits too leave me comfortable with leaving those posts up. Today I decided to revert them to "draft" form so they wouldn't show up on my blog any longer. If someone finds this and was one of the frequent readers of those blogs and can give me a reason for all the attention they were getting, I might consider reposting all five of them.
I can't imagine any nefarious use of them but it makes me a bit leary when those posts were getting so many hits and from visitors from all over the world. I'm sure it wasn't because of my brilliant writing skills.
As of today, they will no longer be available for viewing unless someone (the visitors) explain their popularity.
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