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A very outgoing 30-something. Transplanted from Western Canada to Southern USA. An avid reader, prolific writer, and a musician.

Monday, February 27, 2006

I am Woman, hear me roar!

This is for all you girls 30 years and over.... and for those who are turning 30, and for those who are scared of moving into their 30's...AND for guys who are scared of girls over 30!!!!...

A woman over 30 will never wake you in the middle of the night to ask, "What are you thinking?" She doesn't care what you think. If a woman over 30 doesn't want to watch the game, she doesn't sit around whining about it. She does something she wants to do. And, it's usually something more interesting.

A woman over 30 knows herself well enough to be assured in who she is, what she is, what she wants and from whom. Few women past the age of 30 give a hoot what you might think about her or what she's doing.

Women over 30 are dignified. They seldom have a screaming match with you at the opera or in the middle of an expensive restaurant. Of course, if you deserve it, they won't hesitate to shoot you, if they think they can get away with it. Older women are generous with praise, often undeserved. They know what it's like to be unappreciated.

A woman over 30 has the self-assurance to introduce you to her women friends. A younger woman with a man will often ignore even her best friend because she doesn't trust the guy with other women. Women over 30 couldn't care less if you're attracted to her friends because she knows her friends won't betray her. Women get psychic as they age. You never have to confess your sins to a woman over 30. They always know.

Woman over 30 looks good wearing bright red lipstick. This is not true of younger women. Once you get past a wrinkle or two, a woman over 30 is far sexier than her younger counterpart. Older women are forthright and honest. They'll tell you right off if you are a jerk or if you are acting like one! You don't ever have to wonder where you stand with her.

Yes, we praise women over 30 for a multitude of reasons. Unfortunately, it's not reciprocal. For every stunning, smart, well-coiffed hot woman of 30+, there is a bald, paunchy relic in yellow pants making a fool of himself with some 22-year-old waitress.

For all those men who say, "Why buy the cow when you can get the milk for free". Here's an up date for you.

Nowadays 80% of women are against marriage, why? Because women realize it's not worth buying an entire pig, just to get a little sausage.

Wednesday, February 22, 2006

They say it's your birthday.....


This is my baby sister, and today is her birthday. Isn't she beautiful? I am so happy for her, and proud of the things she has overcome in the past year... keep up the good work chicklette!

HAPPY BIRTHDAY!




Tuesday, February 07, 2006

Some days... it just feels like life is passing by way WAY too quickly. I can hardly believe that it is already February, I mean it was just Christmas yesterday right? AND...I can hardly believe that I have moved here to Buttcrack FIVE years ago already. Five.

SO I guess I should pull my head outta my ass and update. Let's see.. where to start.
  • Father in law briefly lost his mind and married a woman 30 years his junior who thinks its really cool to be physically abusive. Whatever floats your boat man... really. Too much drama for me... and really... Like I could imagine myself all hot and steamy with a 67 yr old man. NOT.
  • Baby sister bought her first home... and is doing so fabulous since her asslick ex-husband decided to fuck around on her and not tell her til 3 days before Christmas last year and almost destroy her. Pay back is a bitch... all I'm sayin.
  • Step-son left for Iraq and is now in service for his Country. Agree with the war or not, it's something that will forever change this young generation and how the world will treat them. I only pray that ignorance will not prevail this time, and that our men and women fighting for freedom aren't treated as second class citizens as they were coming back from Vietnam. Grow up already people.
  • Was re-united with my best friend after not speaking for more than 2 yrs. I wish that it was under different circumstances, but I am glad that I picked up the phone and tried one more time. You just never know when someone is in need of a friendly voice and the love of a good friend. We have too much history to just throw it all away. I didn't know that her father had been ill with cancer, nor that he had died just a few days before I called.... I only knew she was on my heart, and I had to call. Keep those you love, close people.
  • Work is on my last nerve. For real. I have never ever had to deal with the kind of racial bullshit and sheer laziness with a group of people in my whole life they way it is here. And coming from Western Canada where issues with native indians abound.. thats saying something. I could post daily on the ignorance of the people that live here, but I refrain because I just don't need to depress myself for living in such a glaringly backwards, ignorant and biggoted shithole.
  • My little sister was driving home on the 405 in LA, bumper to bumper in traffic, when a guy in a beamer catches her eye as he pulls up beside her, and lo and behold... he was whacking off and grinnin at her like he had won 1st place in some competition. Men should really learn some shame... especially when they are hung like a gnat. She said .... OMG seriously... the smallest dick ever. *cries laffin* Welcome to Hollywierd.
  • I was going to my car in the parking garage after work... broad daylight, and for those of you that have read previous posts, know this garage is notorious for the street people that sometimes end up in there.... Well there I am minding my own business... when this realllly REALLLY big dirty shaggy black man steps out from behind the concrete pillar, pants still buttoned but unzipped, and his GYNORMOUS cock in his hand stroking. I didn't really register what was going on at first because I was juggling my purse, my briefcase, and my phone that was ringing, while trying to remote unlock the door to get into my vehicle. Right in the middle of saying "hello", I see what is going on and immediately yelled AWWW HELL NAW! To which my sister goes OMG what!. Then the dude says gruffly to me, around the cigarette in his mouth... and the one tooth he was sportin..... " C'mon bitch... show me your growler!" I shit you not... I laffed for an hour over that one.... after I jumped into the car, locked all doors, changed my undies from being scared shitless, and took off that is.

And how have you been? rofl