tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-271613262012-01-31T21:46:39.352-08:00In a world ever increasingly marred with the tragedy of divorce, I've decided to use my experience to give advice with a "twist". ~Enjoy~Your Facenoreply@blogger.comBlogger571100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27161326.post-56909255413494823712012-01-03T08:55:00.000-08:002012-01-03T09:04:47.609-08:00

When someone demonstrates that they don't care about you, there is a point where you realize they never DID care about you and that smarts. It would be a lot easier to deal with if you had not fooled yourself into believing they cared, or were your friend for that matter. I'm really not sure what sort of person it takes to callously use others for their own benefit, and then cast them aside

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do men like this exist? Awesome song. My fantasies are actually just dreams I can't control. I can imagine if some thug was holding a gun to my head in order to force a guy to do something because he didn't want me to get my head blown off. I think I would be rolling my eyes and saying my last prayers. Some people were dropped on their heads at birth, I was dropped on my heart. It's

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How do you incorporate comedy into tragic, heart wrenching bitter endings? I think it was some time in my late 30's after my second divorce when I realized that love had not just passed me by, it had never arrived in the first place. It's different to care deeply about someone, or to love them in the verb sense of the word.. but true, deep and fascinating love had not once camped on my

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The first time I saw him, he was holding a Pabst Blue Ribbon at a frat party. He winked at me and within 5 minutes we were grinding on the dance floor. The night swept past in a blur, as Rusty introduced me to so many things. Jungle juice in the bath tub, beer bongs, smoking weed from a beer can and the loudest burp contest. I wish I had remembered it better. It was hard to focus with his

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This is an actual email exchange with a person on match.com. I was 90% sure it was phony, thus the following communication.51 yr old male, handle is "praspector".Hiim dan i spent my younger life doing amazing adventerious jobs,sowing my wild oats.the price i had to pay was not haveing someone at home worrieing about me.this would not of been right of me and i did not have the time for a

Your Facenoreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27161326.post-81689766245716963612010-04-13T18:56:00.000-07:002010-04-13T19:13:18.333-07:00

It goes without saying as we age our outward beauty fades. Some people were beaten so severely by the ugly stick they don't have anything to lose. I will freely admit I am vain. I like to stare at gorgeous men and can't imagine having to engage in relations with some old dude who has wrinkly dick. This presents a little bit of a problem for me. As you may or may not know I am advancing in

Your Facenoreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27161326.post-74398809012709809782010-01-05T09:34:00.000-08:002010-01-05T09:36:00.967-08:00

I added my email on here. There have consistently been comments on an old thread for the post "top ten reasons I hate being married". Obviously there are a lot of hurting people out there who are "stuck". I can relate on a serious level, putting aside all the sarcasm and goofiness I normally post. If you are someone who has, or wants to comment on that post feel free to email me if you would

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1. WHY DO MEN BECOME SMARTER DURING SEX? (because they are plugged into a genius)2. WHY DON'T WOMEN BLINK DURING SEX? (they don't have enough time) 3. WHY DOES IT TAKE 1 MILLION SPERM TO FERTILIZE ONE EGG? (they don't stop to ask directions) 4. WHY DO MEN SNORE WHEN THEY LIE ON THEIR BACKS? (because their balls fall over their butt-hole and they vapor lock) (You're laughing, aren't you?!?!) 5.

Your Facenoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27161326.post-83485433991483995782009-11-14T01:30:00.000-08:002009-11-14T01:34:30.772-08:00

I have a burning issue that I want to write about. unfortunately I am still in the "hurting" phase and that is not conducive to putting my normal humorous spin on the subject.The subject is "persona"noun face, public face, character, personality, identity, self; front, facade, guise, exterior, role, part.". Taken from my dictionary on the macbook.I need to move to the bitter stage, and then the

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Do you know what I think? No. No you do not. That is because I am a highly skilled, professional thinker. No one knows what I'm thinking, not even Chuck Norris. Not even if he is holding a BB gun to my head. Just recently The Doozie was sitting in a popular little night spot hunkered over her MacBook. She asked the young bartender, "where are all the hot guys tonight?". At that point,

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Nagging:I don't nag. I simply clonk the man over the head with a shovel and feed his body to the feral cats. Clingy:The only thing Clingy about me is the residual blood stuck to the bottom of my shoes.Too Available: I'm available when I want to be, why I want to be and how I want to be. Nothing speaks "I'm gonna kill you in your sleep" like someone who attempts to define the appropriate amount of

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Oh my lord, I am so remiss with this blog. You would think I would pay more attention to it, what with the lack of employment I am currently experiencing. But alas, I have other things I have been doing such as:SleepingEatingSmelling my hairBuying new hair productsListening to the same song over and overCausing troubleLooking out the window at hawt firemenFeeling weirdLooking weirdBeing weirdOK

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In light of the ever increasing number of text messagers I think it's time we spoke of this anomaly. I think text messaging is representative of the American lifestyle as a whole. It's convenient, impersonal and partaken of in mass quantities. More is better you know. What does this have to do with marriage you ask? I have no idea and never did when I first started typing this but as this post

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You know what they say, the grass is always greener on the other side? Well guess what..it is, and you know why? Because you didn't take care of yours...you didn't water, fertilize, weed etc, you dumb SONS O BITCHES.Hey, when’s the last time you flossed your teeth, used mouthwash or washed your asscrack after taking a huge crap? That's what I thought...I think it's called complacency. Either

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Well, as you can tell, I've let this blog lapse for awhile.....But hey. Sometimes life is hard, and you have your little speed bumps (ex's legs under car tires) but then you move on. You get the hell up and you move on. And now? It's time to stop moping around, and get back on the marriage train. Time to start whipping this world into shape..Time to warp some of your minds with my advice.

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It's been a coons age since I posted on here, sometimes I forget this even exists...then I come over here and realize...hey...whoa...warning: this post contains dangerous levels of sarcasm, read with caution.So, in the realm of marriage, the longer I'm NOT, the more I like it. But there are some problems. I'm being pursued fervently by a man who wants to be my guy. While I can appreciate the

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Well folks, we have our first brave soul who has submitted a question for me to ponder and spew forth wisdom. This comes from Winter of the solstice region."Okay I have a question, how can I make my Husband respect the fact that I need him to do ALL the dishes?Because I promise you, I'll divorce him before I do any."Well Winter, I have a few suggestions for you. Of course as with all of my words,

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I'm sort of back. I got totally off track with this blog due to frustration and anger issues, but I want to get back to the original intent soon. I was thinking about a question and answer forum, with you the reader asking and me answering with my usual lack of tact and seriousness. I just need to get around and alert everyone that I'm here again if you happen by.

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Sometimes the pro's and cons of marriage get all tangled up in my mind with the benefits of my singledom.Not having to answer to anyone, tell them where I'm going or when I'll be back, not having to explain why I blogged all day, or didn't get their shirts cleaned. Not having to go to bed at a certain time or get up at a certain time. Not getting bitched out for petty things.But then there's

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Ok, I can talk about this here, because they don't read this. I hate co-parenting. what do I mean by that? I mean, after you have a child with someone, and then divorce them, it becomes co-parenting. It sucks. It's a joke.If you can't get along with the person well enough to be married to them, chances are your co-parenting is going to make you want to shove a lemon down their throats,

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The kneecap person is now my heroHere are some really warm and fuzzy pictures for people single, married and otherwise

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There were good things to being married, I just can't remember them.HAYou know, I'd do it all again, because it made me into who I am today, and provided me with my legacy, in that of my son. There were fun times, and funny times. I miss certain aspects of the married life, such as holidays and the like. Being single, I don't have as big of a family, and I miss that too. It's funny how

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What is it with married couples that won't spend independent time? It's healthy to have seperate hobbies, friends and such. Even an idiot knows that it's not good to hang out with each other 24/7. so why do so many idiots do it.Let's try and reconcile our minds together, so that we can be "as one"for men:Why do you have to act so stupid?for women:why do you have to act so helpless?ok the

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Breathe out of his mouthbend overcrack killswear suspendersbuy a universal remote controloh wait, they SHOULD do that, then we only have to look for ONE thing as opposed to 10Listen to rapRide a unicyclehave more than 2 keys on the keyringeat cocoa puffs for breakfastwipe properlywash dailycry over spilt milkwonder where his youth has gonejust look at your wifebuy a sportscarwear boxer briefsjam

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Ok....This is a man. A man around 30 yrs old...a white collar worker, on his day off, at the doctors office. This attire is completely inappropriate. A person under 80 yrs old is NEVERNEVERNEVER allowed to wear tennis shoes with velcro! OH LORD MY EYES...MY EYES...I CAN'T GOUGE OUT MY MINDS EYE....it's even worse that his pants are highwater.No, he's not disabled.Husbands...lets not forget

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so...this week has been hell. i wanna go home!i'm to the point where i don't give a rats ass about unpacking boxes. we can live off wendys poop burgers.i've been shuttling the boy back and forth to school in old town, beings how we haven't got that figured out up here yet. his dad insists he go to SKULL even though i'd rather just let him miss some. his dad of COURSE is not the one doing the

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Click on picture to enlarge

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Got this idea from some assclown that posted about 29 things women over 30 should not do. So here's my take on it.DON'T1. Date men over 402. Allow men to have possession of the remote control3. Make husbands lunch for him4. Put the toilet seat down. I think rather they should not only leave it up? but they should remove it entirely thus eliminating the argument over who left the seat up

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Personally I think that marriage is the road that should be less traveled. Too many times people jump into a marriage without realizing the implications or long term effects. I'm sure it works out for a lot of folks but according to stat's, it only works for half. and out of that half, it only works again for half of the half. If that makes sense.I just think there are some people out there

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This is blurry because I had an armload of stuff, trying to take the picture while walking behind him. But you can see his bare asscrack. For the sweet love of mother hen, pull up your damn pants, and save us from making more "crack kills" posters.Guess where this was? that's right. WALMART..wow.A question for married people who read this, or whomever. Did the ass part of the spouse get

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So.....What's up? Huh? How's everyone?good.greatI do have something actually:Don't touch my stuff....period...end of discussion.Let me elaborate.If I ask you not to do my laundry for me, because I like it done a certain way, what does this tell you?1. Don't touch, because she has it down2. Do it anyway, because afterall you're only trying to be "helpful"If I ask you not to move my stuff

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I wanna ramble....so I'm going to...I'm the boss here. So, a friend and I were discussing writing styles today. And how if you are of a certain bent, you can pretty much write in any form. For example: The romance novelist: His firm hands skimmed down the length of her spine, softly caressing her delicate skin and sending a tingle through her entire being...he pressed against her with an

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I jess wanna say...I love you all..all my fans....but I'm gonna sell out to you here today, and say, I hate being single on Christmas I f'ing hate it. So there. I said it.also I want to say, that although I visit your blogs, I'm probably not going to link here, because I'm just not. I don't want to leave too obvious of a trail, since it took some of you all of 2 minutes to find my other place.

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Good golly, tis the season to be merry....And have a good whine fest....My whine is this is the first year since I was 19 that I did not have a honey to exchange gifts with. So I get nothing. Nadda. A big fat NOTHING. I have done Z"ER"O shopping. That is killing me. I love to shop and buy things for people. I hate holidays. I freakin hate them.moving on.There is no where to move onto,

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1. Women who have dogs that wear pink coats with fur collars2. talking too much; and not shutting up when your eyes glaze over3. granny panties and getting those granny panties in a wad4. flowered deco in the bedroom5. she looks like her mom, and that aint good6. asks too many questions7. uni-brow8. Braided armpit hair9. liberal use of monostat 710. owning the corner market on

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Certain things should just not be done. There need be nothing more said about it. Besides this..........Skidmarks in your underwear. Use babywipes. If they are stained, throw them away. For gods sake, you spend more on beer, coffee etc in one day than a package of underwear costs.Teeth; brush the damn things, more than once a week. No one wants to kiss someone whose teeth have moss growing

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Sometimes I wish someone would just shoot me and put me out of my everlovin misery. I'm trying to write a witty blog here, and by gum I can't get in the mood. I'm trying to think of different ways to cheer myself up. Make light of stuff if you will.Some things one could do on a rainy afternoon when one is "between companions" so to speak:Throw underwear all around the house, hang it from the

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I wish I could get the song on here, Foolish Pride: Travis Tritt...yes I know it's country and I don't do country, but this song is raging in my head.....I hate pride, and we all have it to some degree...It's impossible to get away from in order for us as humans to protect our vulnerabilities.Sometimes It's used to keep people away from you, sometimes it's used to make yourself feel better.

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Ok, enough moping...gotta get off my duff and start writing again.I was thinking about something today, and I need some input. It would seem as if I get gawked at a bit by men. Now, while people would ask why this is a bad thing, you must understand....that I don't understand. I supposed, in my own right, I don't feel I am really that great to be gawking at?I'm not a scrawny little young thing

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My intention of this blog is not to dig on men, or make men/women pitted against each other, but rather bring up legitimate gripes that cause huge blow-ups, resentments, and bitterness in many a marriage.....so if you're a man reading this particular post, please bear with me, hear us out, and take this into consideration.I realize I'm speaking from a female perspective, and some of the things I

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I'm posting exact words from yahoo personals profiles. So we will now commence to making shameless fun of the "less fortunate" amongst us. First out of the chute, we have a wonderful man, who is a spelltard. I pasted this directly in, so this is seriously what it said. Intro line: loocking soil mateDescription: i love to spend time with my kids. like to hunt/fish. campping. going too the

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From the woman's perspectivestabilityloveBody guardSomeone you can fart in front of and not get embarrassedLawn boyCar MechanicVCR ProgrammerTV Remote LocatorTaste Tester for your cookingBody WarmerFrom the man's perspectiveSexpersonal slavekey locatorwallet locatorfood preparationlunch packerchild nurturerphone dialerfamily birthday reminderschedule coordinatorTop Ten Reasons NOT to get

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We had a blogger suggest there are femtards. HEY, I was getting to that! But He got there first, so I'm giving him all the credit for that name. They truly do exist though. In large quantities. And what really pisses me off, is they get all the men. Where does that leave the other ones of us? In the mantardless boat. Rowing in circles, reading copies of "I wanna be a cowgirl", and "never

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This is a word a good friend of mine said the other day, I'm not sure if she made it up or not, but I really like it. We've discussed it before. Mantard: being a man who is just not capable of understanding women, responding correctly or otherwise doing anything right. I think a mantard is not someone I would hate, but rather pity. So, In light of this word study we have here today, I'd like

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I thought I'd get back to our subject of marriage. Granted marriage can really suck, but it's still a part of 90% of our lives. So I feel obligated to talk about it.I had considered writing a poem titled "Ode to the Missionary Position" in honor of marriage, but i have no idea what an Ode is. Maybe I should address how hard it is to do budgets and stuff like that. Then again, we would run

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Ok, this is part of a recent email conversation i had with a friend, about this guy i met that I think is hot. mostly because he's a fireman, and he's just hot, thats all there is to it, and i have a thing for hot firemen, and i want to see him naked, now lets move on and pretend i did not just say that here. I am really trying to talk myself out of liking ANYONE because my divorce is not yet

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when having a family picture taken:ask them to turn around, pull down their pants, so their best side is showingAfter they say something entirely unnecessary and ridiculous:I'll allow you to re-phrase thatIf I pour a bottle of Preparation H on your head, will you disappear?If I lift up that pony tail will I find an asshole?Oops, you better close your mouth, there's a turd peeking outHow long did

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Get marriedstay married, repeat 99 timesI'm kiddingI'll make a list for real here in a bit, and you can pitch in. Isn't interactive blogging just great? I love interaction. And interaction is a crucial part of marriage. One of the main reasons a marriage fails is lack of quality interaction. Spouses go their own ways, and do their own things. They grow tired of chasing after the other one

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ok, hang oni started writing this and it was entirely too serious and not funny at all. so let me rethink this and i'll make sure its funny. i don't want anyone crying or anythingUpdate...I never added to this obviously. I keep coming back to this because people comment on this old thread now and again. I am twice divorced, and know what it's like to feel there is no way out. But I did get

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We begin our series of Top Ten's. Today we will start with the top ten things you should never say to your spouse during romantic moments:1. Can you move your butt, I can't see the TV2. Did you brush your teeth today?3. Do you smell that?4. Were these pants always this hard to get off?5. If my face was burned beyond recognition, would you still want to have sex with me?6. If I suddenly

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I need to talk to the layyyyydayyyys today. Thought you were gonna get out of it didn't you??? NOokay, so I have it on good authority from some guy friends, a few tips for the Good Wives, or those who would eventually like to become a GW. These tips are good, solid advice, to be used for the sole intent and purpose of getting what you want out of life. And no one likes a slacker wife. Or

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HelloHello58 brought something up that sparked my interest in a discussion here.I believe a lot of marital difficulties come when one spouse or the other feels one is trying to "control" them. In the case of a Good Wife (GW), or a Good Husband (GH), this is not it at all. People! this is not appropriate to try and control one another. We are not dogs, we are not kids, we are not robots. We

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I'm feeling like taking a break. I think the good husbands may get overwhelmed with all of the information over the last few days, and need some time to mull it over. Men mull things over a lot different than women do. First of all it takes them all of 2 seconds. Secondly it usually happens on the crapper. So if you want your man to make a big decision, hand him a "car and driver" magazine

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Quality ControlI am addressing the area of chores, as it was brought to my attention by one of our bloggers, there may be a little issue needing dealt with here. In doing chores, how well one does those chores can account for a variety of troubles within the marriage. Some people are very fussy, and living with fussy people can be trying, but also necessary. You see, without "fussy" people,

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I'm writing this in response to a Good Wives Guide that was published in 1955, some of us have recently had a good laugh over it. You can find it over here, in it's original debut to our little blogger circle.This guide applies to husbands of both sahm's and working womenLet’s begin with an evening, which includes preparation for the next day. This is defined as a husband entering into a

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The information, tips, and other things written on this blog are only my opinion unless otherwise stated. Please just play along, have some fun and don't be offended. I've got a lot to say about marriage, and at this point in my life, I want to make light of it. That may change some day, but in the meantime, play nice, and don't make me have to kick you. I'm still working out the kinks and

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