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Mon, 30 Oct 2006 22:25:19
EXQUISIT1	So im at the orient beach today in St. maarten and im enjoying the clear blue waters of the 86 degree weather along comes this man who intruduces hisself as kent from St. kitts who says he on vacation looking for his stella he goes on with i guess you can call flirting after i told him i was happily married of how he's got it goin on and ownes his home and works for hisself all of a sudden his front tooth flies out his mouth and lands in my bikini top i didnt want to embarras him anymore than i know he was but this was the funniest shit that ever happened to my face and i could not deny myself the opportunity to out laughing and i kindly haned it over and as as he was he say thanks i planned to get that fix on my next vacation it was due to and motorcycle accident, yeah right! bad hygiene upkeep i say

Fri, 20 Oct 2006 2:36:23
Treimaisma	March 4, 2006 Today was a sad, sad day... . Sunshine died. He's gone. Sunshine was the girls' lovebird. They got him a few years ago for Christmas. He was a sweet little thing. Except for when he pooped on me. The really, really bad part of all this is that I have to tell the girls about it tomorrow when I pick them up. They're gonna cry... I went out and bought us some Chocolate Brownie Ice Cream so we can sit down and cry over some together. Nothing drowns out sorrow like Chocolate and Ice Cream... Poor babies. The hardest part was having to put him in the trash and give him a semi-respectful burial in the dumpster. I tried not to shed any tears as I hurled the garbage bag up and over. Watched it falling down, down the chute. Hoping that his pretty little yellow feathers didn't get covered in Thursday's spaghetti sauce. It's too bad he wasn't a fish. They're easy. When Bubbles IV died, it was a breeze. The kids came home and I said, (with a slightly out of place, carefree tone of voice) "Hey kids, the fish is dead. Let's go flush him." Ok... you might have questioned the Bubbles IV. The name is derrived from the fact that the girls had a fish named Bubbles. Every so often, Bubbles would take a really long nap and then be up and swimming again within the next two days. Hence, the addendums... there was a II, III and IV before I finally decided I was sick of it all. He was flushed and that was the end up Bubbles. Now, Sunshine wasn't exactly my idea. He was a lovely present from my mother in law to the girls. I had begged her not to get them any more toys, as they were already spoiled rotten. So, she must have thought, "Why don't I just get them a bird." What she didn't think was, "Why don't I just get yet another mouth for Renee to feed and another creature that poops non-stop to clean up after." As if I didn't have enough of that already... Oh well. After I stopped resenting him, he actually was a pretty cool bird. He loved his little swing. He also did the cutest thing with his food: he would take it out of the dish and put it up on his toy and then eat it off of there. He would sit on my shoulder and give me kisses. He would love it when I scratched his head and picked his culls. Every now and then we'd let him out and he'd fly haphazzardly around the house. He was a good bird... he'll be missed. His shit however, will not. Wow. We're down to one pet in this house. As long as you don't count the Tamagotchis. Maybe I should... after all, I have to flush the toilet after they poop too. Nah, I can just pause them until the girls get home. So our last pet is Princess. He's my baby. Yeah, I said Princess and he. You didn't read that wrong, and I didn't screw up my pronouns. Princess was named before he became a part of our home. He's a beautiful cockatoo. After we had had him for a while, I went on line to learn a little more about them. That was when I learned that he was a he. We still call him Princess... but the poor thing must have total gender issues as we go back and forth between she's and he's. It's all good... just as long as he doesn't start cross-dressing. Princess is a brat though. He only talks when he feels like it. He's also a drama queen. When I'm talking on the phone, he has to be heard. Kind of like, hey, why aren't you paying attention? Another thing he does is chit chat loudly when I have friends over. Once again, I think he's still stuck in his toddler years. Somehow, he hasn't gotten past the fact that he's not the center of the universe. I know a few adults like that, now that I think of it. I promise, no names. You all know who you are... hehehehehe. (I won't lie, sometimes, that applies to me, too, hehehehehe.)

Fri, 20 Oct 2006 2:34:58
Treimaisma	I've been getting a few "admirers" from overseas lately. Their pledges of undying love, their instantaneous and unwaivering attraction to my (choke) mesmerizing beauty. Do you think I would still get these letters if I said I was not a U.S. citizen? Maybe I should say that I'm an ex-patriot. Would that cause these relentless offers of marriage and happily ever after (at least until the legal time-period is up) to end once and for all? Maybe I should just post a fee schedule on my page. It could go something like this: For all those seeking marriages of convenience for a one way ticket out of Africa: if you are cute, my fee is ummm.... $25,000.00 plus legal fees. If your ass is ugly as sin, the fee becomes $50,000.00 plus legal fees, as well as pain and suffering, and don't think that there are any conjugal privileges included. Then of course, I'd have to list the rules and regulations... just so there wouldn't be any misunderstandings. Honestly, why would anyone want to move here to the United States right now anyways? Didn't Iran just pretty much threaten us because we had a hissy fit over their nuclear program? I know, I know... could be that they're developing "weapons of mass destruction." Gee, where have I heard that one before? And even if they were, WHY the f*k would we want to stir the pot? I'm thinking Canada must be beautiful this time of year. If only it were so easy to up and move... I've seen some places that look like heaven. Just the other day I saw pictures of Trinidad and Tobago on someone's page and I wanted to die. I'm sure these little places have their own downsides, but please, I doubt they're on too many terrorist-ridden countries' sht-lists.

Fri, 20 Oct 2006 2:33:01
Treimaisma	Addictions... aren't they sweet? Current mood: indescribable I have, by nature, an addictive personality. First and foremost, as a Libra, and then having been born into a family filled to the brim with addicts of varying vices. Addictions, aren't always bad, are they? I'm beginning to wonder... My addictions are, for the most part, relatively fun. I'm addicted to food. I could talk to you about food for the better part of your life. You could probably get high cholesterol and heart disease just listening to me talk about some of my favorite foods. If there is ever a lull in conversation, a typical question from me might be, "So, what's your favorite kind of cheese?" Hell... I was in full labor with my second daughter and I was sitting there, having contractions, drooling over all the different kinds of foods that I wanted to eat. (Thank GOD for epidurals...) Most of my dates center around food. I am NOT one of those girls who is afraid to eat in front of a guy. One of my more recent food addictions was nachos. Thank goodness I found the ULTIMATE nacho at The Cheesecake Factory, because to be honest, I was getting a little sick of trying less than perfect nachos in the seemingly endless quest for perfection on a tortilla chip. It was finally honored in my 360 blog and that case was put to rest. Another addiction of mine is shopping. To say the least, it is something I enjoy immensely. I dropped more money than most people make in a year in less than six weeks over the course of last October and November. I had fun doing it. And I have a lot of new toys to show for it. BUT, now I'm trying to be good again. I am trying to limit my shopping to 3 am infomercials and only things that are on a realllllllllly, reallllllly good sale. Oh yeah, and my weekly binge trip to Best Buy.... somehow I just can't stay away from that place... Sex. Yeah, I said sex. Another thing I kinda like a lot. Maybe too much. Maybe way too much. Maybe way more than I should. Maybe I need to change the subject. Okay, it might be just a little obvious to some, that this internet thing might just possibly make my top ten when it comes to addictions. When I first became single and started to date again, the internet was where I turned, looking for the hook ups. It has been a hit or miss game, with many more misses than hits. I have to say, I prefer it though. I mean, how else can I see someone's goods before I've even seen their place? Err... okay, maybe that's not such a good thing. I am NOT one of those people who asks for a pic and likes getting a full expose. I mean really, come on... if that's all you've got to impress me with, we'd better not even get to know each other. So as for the internet, I am officially an addict. Pretty soon, I'm going to need an intervention. The worst part is, I'M a BONA FIDE flirt. I love to talk to new people. It doesn't mean I want to fk you. It just means that I think you are attractive as all hell and I like talking to you. Hell, even if I might WANT to fk you, it DOESN'T mean I WILL. These days, I'm being extremely selective that that department. If you've taken the time and energy to read my profiles, you might have put two and two together and realized that my ass isn't on here looking for a booty call. Well, I think once again, I'm going off topic... oh... that's where I was going. ME=FLIRT. Yeah, I admit it. :) I have fun. I won't lie. But hey, that's just my personality. Love it or leave it. So this online deal is kind of cool for that, because it gives me an outlet for my Flirtatious nature. Now if only I could sign off...

Fri, 20 Oct 2006 2:29:10
Treimaisma	Aren't they cute when they're looking up at you with those big eyes and that insanely adorable smile... inside their head, thoughts racing... "Please, God, let me come across cute enough where she won't serve me up for dinner tonight because I've destroyed that project she's been working on for months..." Or when they're both in the same room and it's so quiet, that you begin to wonder which one is hog-tied and stuffed under the bed with a dirty sock in her mouth. You tell them to get dressed... and ten minutes later, ask if they have their undies on yet. You hear them racing across the livingroom and see a streak of bare ass jetting into their room. Five seconds later, "Yup, mom. I did that already." Uh, huh. Sure you did. There's a pile of toothpaste that could have taken care of a small town in Maine in the sink. I guess my kid named Notme did it. When I find that little f*er, I'm going to beat the spit out of him. He pulls so much crap around here. I don't know where I went wrong with that one. The other two NEVER do anything wrong. Apparently, I'm a dentist, too. I just got in there with the pick and did a little scrape, scrape here, and a scrape, scrape there. Here a scrape, there a scrape, NOW get your ass back in that bathroom and actually USE the toothbrush this time. Aiyiyi... lol. Okay, as much as they drive me to drink extra water, because you know those happy pills give me dry mouth, I love my kids. Every now and then, they say something that makes me proud. I'm raising sweet, little liberals. Today, my oldest repeated something that I had read to her yesterday. Hehehe... "But Mommy, If they're Gay marriages, doesn't that mean that they're happy ones?" lol. She was adding her two cents during a nice little friendly spat I was having with my stepfather. Me, I'm totally for Gay Marriage. I see it as a Civil Right. If you're in love, you should be able to get married. Regardless of race, religion, or sex. Come on people... let's not forget where we were, what? Thirty some odd years ago? That whole black and white thing? I think that that's pretty much where the gays are now. Let's give them their equality and get over our own f*ed up insecurities. OK... off topic... another blog for another day... So anywho... I love the fact that I have two little minds with values to twist and morals to warp so that they don't turn into zombie right wingers. I guess knowing all that makes the fact that they drive me to drink extra water a little more bearable. That and the butterfly kisses I get at bedtime.

Tue, 17 Oct 2006 23:38:43
Treimaisma	A little something on marriage... don't skip over just because I said the M word Current mood: hopeful Ok, now that I have a minute or two... feels good to sit back, kick my heels up, and relax... shit, as if I do anything else all day long. Guys, do you get women from other countries hitting you up, looking for husband material? Just curious... One of my groups had a topic where one of the girls was bitching about no one wanting to get married any more. I think I'm going to start forwarding her all of the emails I get from Africa. Someone replied that it's cheaper and easier to just live with someone. My thoughts: yeah, it can be. BUT... being married entitles you to certain things that you can't get while co-habitating. 1. You get to give your kids the ability to say, "Oh yeah, well at least my parents are married. Your momma doesn't even know who your daddy is. I saw her skanky ass on Maury last week." 2. The ability to make the important decisions if they get into an accident. You know their mom is gonna want to keep their lifeless body alive forever just so she can go look at her baby. 3. The right to question where they were at three a.m. Enough said. 4. Believe it or not, pretty decent tax benefits. Married filing jointly has a pretty nice standard deduction attached. I've done it both ways, and that was the biggest pay out. Cha-ching! 5. A lot of guys think that if they get married, the minute they say "I do," their sex life is officially ended. Well, in some aspects, YES, it is. You're gonna have to learn how to like the same flavor of the week every week. Sorry, but that's one of the rules listed in small print at the bottom of the marriage license. There are ways, however, to make it so that that flavor doesn't grow old. You just need to learn how to mix new spices into the pot. If things start to taste a little bland, take a trip to your nearest toy store and start looking for some new ingredients. (I KNOW everyone here knows that I'm talking about the 18+ toy store... video gamers, this was NOT an invitation to go out and buy a new game...) If you've never been there before, then you might want to start slow... maybe a new lotion or potion of some sort, to break you in. I recommend a little toy for those shy "toy virgins" out there who might be intimidated by the "Wittle Wabbits." A good place to start might be a nice pair of silver bullets. One for you and one for them... turn them on and take turns playing here, there and everywhere.... see what works, and see what works. (Notice I didn't say what doesn't, because honestly, those little firecrackers can be fun...) Just remember, no INSERTING them into the ASS. That can lead to a trip to the ER. And I'd hate to be the one to explain why you're there. Another thing, BE more careful about WHO you choose to be with. Why would you be with someone who doesn't make you happy? If you fight all the time, why are you together? Because of the time that you've already invested? Is this a good reason to stay together? When you look at the person you are with, see them for more than what they do for you. See them for more than their appearances. Honestly, none of us are going to look the same 20 years from now. Except maybe the Jackson family. The best thing you can do is take a good, long, hard look at the person and ask yourself... who are they? What do they stand for? What do they believe in? What are their strengths? What are their weaknesses? What do they do that annoys me? Is this going to be a huge deal in say, ten years? Or is this something that I will be able to get over? Please don't think that you can change or fix them. Oh, better yet, LOOK at YOURSELF and ask those same questions... because when you get to know yourself, you will learn a lot about what you want out of life. Don't think that once you know what you want, it will make the search any easier. In fact, it makes it a lot harder. But trust me, in the end, when you DO find that other person, you will know it when you see it, and the search, however long, would have been worth every minute.

Tue, 17 Oct 2006 23:24:18
Treimaisma	Entry for March 08, 2006 Ok... here's my question: Say the men in the white coats are finally coming to take me away to that party house with the padded walls...(great for moshing, I'm sure...) Would you, as my friend, point to the closet (NOT metaphorical here) that I'm hiding in or would you scratch your head and say, "Who's she?" Furthermore, after they find me and drag me out, would you show up at my hearing and say, "Yep, she's a gonner," or would you be my one sympathy vote? Just curious. Anyways, I was just thinking that in my head. Ever have these little thoughts dancing through your head? Not voices, mind you... just thoughts. I guess I just like to think up these crazy little things just to keep myself entertained. If my thoughts ever had any synchronisity to them, I could write a book. But alas, I am but a jumbled mess of thoughts and useless information. I mean really, when in my life is it ever going to matter that one shot of semen has less than fifteen calories? Somehow, I doubt that one will ever come up on Jeopardy. I guess it could be good to know if you are on a diet... just knowing that the act will burn them all up... kinda makes it not so bad. I know... I can rename this blog "Ramblings of a Quirky, Crazy, Strange, and yet mildly Insane White Chick." Who knows... maybe someday they'll make a movie out of it... hehehehe.

Wed, 27 Sep 2006 15:18:47
danilove6	Scorpio Current mood: bored Category: Life >>>SCORPIO<<< >Can be mean. >EXTREMELY sexy. >Intelligent. >Energetic. >Predict future. >Most erotic. >(Freak in bed.) >(GREAT kisser.) >Always get what they want. >Sexy. >Attractive. >Easy going. >Loves being in long relationships. >Talkative. >The sexiest ever.... >Romantic. >Caring.