If there's no such thing as second (or third... or more) chances, then what the hell are all of us doing here?

It happens to women, as well. Happened to me yesterday.

Eh, such is life.

Acrylic paint and fabric.

Before I moved, I'd have to say books. I gave over 1500 books to my little community library before I left Utah because I didn't have a way to bring them with me or a place to put them. At least someone is getting good use out of them.. I had read most all of them 5-6 times.

Nothing new here. This was brought to light several years ago.

The sad thing is that so few people actually follow what goes on with our own government, then act surprised when things come to light. I don't get it. I guess as long as it doesn't impinge on day to day activities people don't give a damn.

My favorite is when the same people get indignant at the prospect of wire tapping, those wonderful agencies no one is "supposed" to know about, interrogations, or something other than "civilized", etc.

Knowledge is a double edged sword that will slice and dice no matter what side you are on.

mg1959 -

I think that "burning bridges" really does exist. When you steps to sever ties irrevocably, whether it is intentional or not. Those bridges that you have previously worked to build get blasted to bits.

I know that in the past I've burned bridges. Decisions gone wrong, and even some decisions gone right. For me, looking back isn't the issue. It's "not" looking back to realize that I'm ok with what has happened previously that has caused me to burn bridges. Without taking hindsight into consideration, I've made some bad choices. But, I own my bad choices, just as I own my good ones. They make me who I am.

I like to think of it as learning from my mistakes.

And closed minded to burn one.

I'm drama and baggage free. However, it seems like those around me revel in it. That's when I walk away.

Getting asked out doesn't seem to be a problem. Apparently the problem arises when it's actually time to go ON the date. I get no shows.

At this point, I think I'd prefer not to be asked out at all instead of "something coming up" the day before or even the day of.

lol My tea is rather strong, but not super sweet. Just enough to accentuate the taste.

Warm apple pie? I've been told it's just like... um... well...

Pie?

Oh yeah. I'm drinking a nice cold glass of sweet iced tea.

If I can't remember someone's name... they are automatically called "Whatzherbucket" or "Whatzhisbucket".

"Hells Bells"
"You're flippin' killing me"
"Wake up, Sparky"
"Oh, good gravy"
"Freakin' hell"
"Holy hell on a roller coaster"

Yeah, I know... I'm weird.

Maybe everyone is mellowed out with summer... or trying to enjoy it before it's over.

I can't believe that the kids here start back to school in a couple of weeks.

Send a short, simple message of hi, how are, what's going on, I want to bear your children. Well... maybe not the "what's going on" that might be too much.

Anyway, just be yourself. If you want to say hi, say hi. He might be sitting there with the same thoughts of "I don't know what to do". go for it!

Best of luck, Chickie!

I'd wish that everyone would meet and be with the one they are meant to be with. That way hopefully people would be happier, which would lead to fewer troubles, which would lead to a happier world over all.

Idealistic, I know... but it is a wish, after all.

Wonderful!

So many things to miss, but so many more available to yet experience.

Eh, I prefer a pulse and a sense of humor.

Fear, but... but... but... I prefer mine without a side of human remains.

And I also like my hot tea... but with honey. No sugar please.