Friday, March 28, 2008

Dating advice

I have been on a dating hiatus for over a year. Heeding a friend's advice, I ventured onto Match.com. After a slow start, I finally have a first date on Sunday afternoon. Obviously, I'm a bit rusty. Does anyone have any advice, words of wisdom, words of encouragement, words of warning? Anyone....anyone? Bueller...Bueller?

Tuesday, March 18, 2008

I love, I like, I hate

This idea comes from the fabulous Thinking Out Loud blog
http://cat-thinkingoutloud.blogspot.com/2008/03/i-love-i-like-i-hate.html

Keep the chain going on your blog.

I love, I like, I hate

I love my mom. She's my absolute favorite person.
I love music - so many different kinds.
I love apple pie, apple cake, apple strudel, apple turnovers, apple ice cream....
I love babies, puppies, all things cute & cuddly.
I love learning. I need to be mindful of that and get back in school.

I like playing card and board games with friends & family.
I like asking questions.
I like being caring & thoughtful.
I like people being caring & thoughtful to me in return.
I like singing, despite the small fact that can't.

I hate rudeness.
I hate cheaters.
I hate feeling stuck in a rut.
I hate mice & rats.
I hate being misunderstood.

YOUR TURN!!!

Tuesday, March 4, 2008

TRUE COLORS

I have a Myspace friend named Ryan. We never actually met, but we have mutual friends. He's even virtually hit on me a few times. Ryan is a a white guy. He posted a very hateful, ignorant Internet chain message about Barack Obama. It was full of lies about how Obama is an evil Muslim out to destroy America. It even dared quote the Bible to validate the hateful tirade. For the record, I quickly posted a rebuttal to the ignorant post.

I was disgusted by the message, yet thankful at the same time. I'm thankful Ryan showed me his true xenophobic and prejudiced nature. I wish I could shine a bright light on all the undercover bigots and watch them scurry around like roaches. I like bigotry out in the open so I know where I stand and when it's time for me to go to battle.

Have you ever had someone forget who you were and show their bigoted ass in your presence? Were you grateful for the experience afterward?