Category Archives: Women In Real Life

He blew out my candle…

A man took me to dinner on my birthday. After, we enjoyed our entrees, a birthday cake was placed before me. He told me to blow out my candle and when I didn’t do it immediately…he blew and we ended up ‘kind of’ blowing together, and he blew out my candle.

Stunned, I sadly exclaimed. “You blew out my birthday candle!”

His reply. “I’ll pass my wish over to you.”

I thought. ‘Thanks alot buddy but I’d rather have my own wish.’

I have never in all my years had anyone ever blow out my birthday candle. I would’ve thought that he would have had the waiter relight the candle, so that I could blow it out on my own. But no! Then another thought, why did he even blow on the candle? It’s my birthday after all… Plus, he didn’t give me the time to make my own wish…

I blew if off and enjoyed my cake…but…

What are your thoughts… have you ever had anyone blow out your birthday candle? That is past the age of say two years old…

I have never blown out a friend’s, beau’s, or family member’s birthday candle ever! It’s a given that this is for the birthday person to do…

It seems like a little thing, but sometimes small actions have big implications…and are indications of other things.

If someone blew out your candle, how would that make you feel? And, or what would you say, or do? And what do you think are the implications of his action?

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Sidebar… he was 20 minutes late picking me up… he did call to push the time back but he was still 20 minutes later. As I was walking down my stairs, I saw his car in the front of my house and he was sitting in it on the phone. I sat in the living room and waited and waited…
I peeked out the front door and saw him yakking… I waited…then in the excitement of my birthday, I walked outside and waved to him. He smiled and waved but kept on yakking…
I went back inside and waited… thinking, if it weren’t my birthday, I would cancel the evening…
Then he entered and said. “I apologize. I hate being late, but I will tell you about it.”

When he told me … it was nothing that couldn’t have waited….so this is a bit more insight to the kind of person I was dealing with…

Okay go…what’s your take?

Words, phrases, and names that I am sick and tired of hearing…

Racist – bigot – amazing – at the end of the day – Obama – Oprah – Obamacare – Michelle Obama – Barack – Lady GaGa – Jesse Jackson – Al Sharpton – Barry Soetoro -The View – diet –  MuslimPelosi – sugar is bad – salt is bad  – affirmative action – to each for their own needs – socialism – tax the wealthy – kill the rich -global warming – green house gases – the black race is under priviledged – Al Gore – push 1 for English, push 2 for Mexican – booty – booty call – Vajayjay (wasn’t it Oprah that started this stupid BS word for part of a woman’s anatomy?) – will you take this survey? – hater- Sharia Law – burka – redistribution – entitlement – new age – progressive – liberal – politically correct…

Are some of these on your list? If so, which ones? Then add yours to the list…
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Obese by Easter…

Easter2I love Easter Candy!
I just love it! Jelly beans, Brach’s jelly beans, gourmet jelly beans, any and all jelly beans… and chocolate eggs! Brach’s malted-chocolate-covered eggs are one of my fav!Easter3

Then there’s Cadbury royal dark chocolate eggs coated with a crisp sugar shell. I so love dark chocolate!


Pangburn’s of Texas makes a millionaire $ bunny…pecans and honey caramel covered in milk chocolate.

I try to limit what I buy and therefore, my consumption because each time around Easter candy time, I gain about five pounds!

Easter9Some years, I am better than others at limiting… but this year.. I gotta admit! I am not doing so well with my limitations of Easter Candy…either buying or consuming…

I munch some after lunch, mid-afternoon and at night…

As soon as Easter candy time is over, my Easter candy five
Easter7 pounds drops in days and like Easter bunny magic, I am back to normal…  which goes to show how easily empty sugar calories add weight…but until then…

I am munching.. munching… Easter time munching…Can anyone relate?

Happy Easter…bunnies!!!

Gas! Blow me away….

It began usual enough. On a windy day in Texas, I filled up my car with gas and was blown away in more ways than one.

It cost close to 50 bucks!

Gas has gone up 24 days in a row and is a dollar a gallon more than this time last year…

Okay! How high do you think it is going to go?

Have gas prices affected how much you drive and if so how?

Have you cut back on other things because of the gas prices?

What do you think is the real reason for the price rise?

Do you think that we should drill in America?

My opinion is that it’s orchestrated price fixing…
that they are playing games with us! If gas is up, it will make most everything cost more…

What’s your opinion?


A few days ago, I walked out by front door to see a ‘neighbor’, (using that term lightly, since I have seen this man leave his dog’s mess in people’s yards…not so ‘neighborly, huh?’)  allowing his dog to do his mess on my front lawn. To which I stated. “Please, make sure to clean that up.” The response from this  ‘neighbor’ who appeared much older than me and had a belly that suggested he was carrying twins was, “I will, you old hag!”

I chuckled to myself as I replied. “Clean it up or I will contact the HOA!” Then, of course, I went into my house and out of a window watched to see that he did clean it up… which he did. I bet only because he could see that I was standing at the window.

Calling someone ‘old’ seems to be the ultimate insult these days. ‘old’, ‘racist’ and ‘hater’ just rolls off some people’s tongues ( mostly liberals). Being called a ‘racist’ is such political con … and you all know my opinion on that one, but that is another blog.

What is going on with the ease with which these kind of words are used? Instead of not using the N word… LOL! Here we go with the the ‘old’ word… Is it ‘politically correct’ to call someone old?

I wasn’t insulted, as I thought the man a rude fool. I am too polite to respond with what I was thinking, which was, “When is your baby due?” I have this thing about men with pregnant bellies. Can’t stand looking at them. But I would never shout it out as an insult. Why do that?  What would it accomplish? 

The woman that I started this site with, used to call me ‘old’, whenever she felt threatened, or insecure which was often. She had few manners, was always late, is immature, almost childlike, is full of sarcasm and talks behind people’s backs. (I will send this link to her. I don’t say anything that I wouldn’t say to someone’s face, maybe, that comes with old age and the development of character. Ha!) She used the words ‘racist’ and ‘hater’ often and gossips in a very negative way. She called many of her ‘friends’, a ‘hot mess’, while ummm… well, I wonder, should she have, perhaps, looked at herself? She is a liberal…. ummm.. I wonder? Is all of this fitting together in some way? Liberals… calling names…calling people ‘old’, as if so full of fear of their own aging. The ‘projection principle’ loud and clear…

UMMM… okay back to topic…

Why is ‘Agism or Ageism’ so prevalant today?

Ageism refers to stereotyping and generalising on the basis of age, typically old age, and is spreading to middle age as the boundaries of middle age move into what was once considered old age.

Aging is a natural part of living. We begin aging from the moment that we are born. I like my age and the wisdom and experiences that have carried me to where I am. I don’t feel old. I take care of myself and usually feel great. I workout for 80 minutes on my elliptical. And look better than many 20 and 30 year olds do in a bikini. And I hope to continue to age because otherwise I die!
Because of the life I have had, and experiences, I can talk with most everyone … except, maybe, with those name calling liberals. LOL!  Those that call everyone ‘haters’ as a come back to any conversation that holds thoughts different from their own. As in the ‘neighbor’ trying to deflect an insult to me as I caught him getting ready to leave his dog mess in my yard.

Sorry! I can’t seem to stay on topic… Maybe, it’s my age? Maybe, I have become tangential in my ‘twilight, old hag years.’

Older people offer a world of wisdom from which to glean and many have a refinement and an intelligence well-earned from their years on the planet and I find this captivating. Why isn’t this honored instead of diminished? I enjoy talking with the elderly. They are much more interesting than the youth.

Why are we so obessed and fearful of aging? Why is to call someone ‘old’ considered  and used to insult?

There is nothing more stupid and irrtitating than a teenager, or young person’s arrogance who ‘thinks’ that they know it all when they haven’t a clue. Perhaps, the real insult is to call someone…. ‘Hey, young, inexperienced one.’

These days, if you take care of yourself and partake of medical science, you can live long, feel good, and look youthful for many years while enjoying the wisdom and insights of a long life. And recall when you were a child, all you wanted to do, is to be ‘older’ so that you can do this or that. Then when you are older, society deems you too old for this and that.

There is nothing more stupid or insecure then a person lashing out to call someone ‘old’, ‘racist’, or ‘hater’…. especially when it doesn’t even apply and is more a reflection of the person doing the name calling.

Is all this name calling reflective of an immature, unintelligent, insecure, and scared to death, and of death society?

Why are some so fearful of aging, fearful of others’ beliefs and so immature these days?  Too many liberals in the world? Or too many trying to hold onto the ‘stupidity’ of their youth… the ‘flower child’ mentality of immaturity, drugs, liquor and rampant, meaningless sexuality… 

Off the topic a bit, but in my opinion, to call someone a ‘liberal’, or even worse that they ‘think’ like a ‘liberal’, is the height of an insult.

Perhaps, we should replace the words, ‘racist’, ‘old’ and ‘hater’, with LIBERAL!  Wrap it all together in one ugly full of ignorance word… liberal.

I bet that overweight,old looking, big-bellied, rude man that leaves dog mess in his neighbor’s yards is a flaming liberal! Umm.. perfect definition of a liberal…  out of shape, bloated, rude, name calling, deflector, leaving messes for others to clean up.

So bite me, if you call me an old hag!

I like being my age…old hag that I am… photo taken about 8 months ago…

And now this ‘old hag’ is going to workout!


What’s your favorite comfort food?

You know when you need something to just make you feel all cozy inside?

One of my fav combos is Campbells’ tomato soup topped with grated cheddar cheese and broken up potato chips.  

Eating this combo makes me feel all cozy and filled-up with the essence of me, as a child, in my parent’s home, where everything is safe and taken care of and will always be okay.

Sometimes, we all need to feel comforted…

They may be plain, simple, or ordinary, but what foods comfort your spirit and cozy you up inside?

What happens when two people can be intimate, but don’t have honest communication…


Tonight I thought he was acting weird.
We had made plans to meet at a bar to have a drink. I was 
shopping with my friends all day long, so I thought he was upset at the fact that 
I was a bit late, but he made no comment. Conversation wasn’t flowing so I suggested that we go somewhere quiet so we could talk. He agreed 
but he kept quiet and absent. I asked him what was wrong; he said nothing. I asked him  if it was  my fault that he was upset. He said it had nothing to do with me and not to worry.
On the way home I told him that I loved him, he simply smiled  and kept driving. I can’t explain his behavior. I don’t know why he  didn’t say I love  you too. When we got home I felt as if I had lost him, as if he wanted nothing to do with me anymore. He just sat there and watched 
T.V. He seemed distant and absent.
Finally, I decided to go to bed. About 10 minutes later he came  to bed, and to my surprise he responded to my caress and we made love, but I still felt that he was distracted and his thoughts were somewhere else.
He fell asleep – I cried. I don’t know what to do. I’m almost  sure that his thoughts are with someone else. My life is a disaster.

I shot the worst round of golf in my life today, but at least I got laid.

Holidays are over! No more over Indulgences…

In food…

Or shopping…                                                                         Or shopping….

Or Shopping! … REALLY… no more!!!                  Or extra liquors….

Or rich desserts.  I am cutting back!… Really!                              


I AM!!!   ….. I am! REALLY!

….Oh well! Perhaps….tomorrow…

Then tomorrow came and…

Oh well! There’s always the day after …. Oh! Who am I trying to kid?

Stop! Difficult to believe, but…

Men if you are after, want to meet a quality woman,  want to get to know her, have a real interest in her and desire a relationship with quality, NOT just driven by your sexual neediness, or ego need to conquer and capture her, or to ‘show her off’…                                                                     

                                                                                              Don’t write or say things such as these:

After I told a man that I wasn’t interested in him, after he was rude and aggressive in an email and in one five minute phone conversation, this is how he continued to respond.

These are the actual email messages, (I copied and pasted, the name hidden to protect the ‘crazy’.)

“Would you meet me RIGHT NOW so I can hug your neck and whisper sweet nothings in your ear.  You really like me, you want to meet me and you want my arms around you.  And, that is what I want.  I want to squeeze you so tight that will will never want to tell me to let you go.  I am a true lover that has more to give than any man on earth.  And, you are the person I want to give it to.  You are beautiful!   You are hot!  And, I bet you are a real lover!  I want to find out what you have to offer a real man like me.  Are you ready??  The night is getting short!!”

I didn’t reply yet he continued:

“Ann (O gorgeous one) Why do you reject me when I am crazy about your pictures and you profile?  Can’t you forgive a person for making a simple mistake.  I think you want me as bad as I want you, but you are too arrogant to admit it.  You could be holding up the greatest love affair ever. Would you eat breakfast with me tomorrow morning?  I want to show you off to some friends.”

And continued:

“I went thru your website.  You are pretty impressive.  If you had me, you would be more impressive.”

And continued: 

“I do believe I could fall in love with a person like you.  I love fiesty woman.  I would love to have a ‘wildcat’ for a lover!”

I emailed him to stop contacting me.

Then the phone rang. I did not answer. He left a message, pretty much saying similar things as the above.

The emails continued: ( Yes! a grown man, who has a daughter, actually wrote these to a woman that he had never met in person.)


The next one:


And the next:


“How about a big box of candy??”


Now, he’s boasting, I  did edit this one to protect his identity:

“I am a highly intelligent, genuinely honest, and extremely caring person.  I am also a writer and I am known worldwide.   I am also deeply involved in politics and I communicate often with Senate Minority Leader Mitch McConnell, future House Majority Leader John Boehner, as well as many othe politicians, Foxnews, MSNBC, Rush Limbaugh, Laura Ingraham, President Obama, ExxonMobil executives. and many other people.  But, I don’t think for a minute that I am better than the next person.  Some people let a little fame ruin there lives and real friendships.”


I want you!!

I miss you!! I lust for you!!

“You Are So Beautiful” Please call!!

All this from a man that I have never met and only spent five minutes on the phone. There were more emails, but I thought these enough to show clearly someone that either can’t deal with rejection, wants what he wants with no regard for what the woman wants, and writes outrageous and over the top comments to a woman that he has never met in person. Also, there was another phone call where he left the message. “Why are you being mean to me?”

Okay! men read and learn..  WHAT exactly did this man think that he would accomplish by his approach!? That he would overwhelm me!?  That he could force me to like him and want to meet him?! That by his aggressive and pushy approach that I would want to meet him and forget what I want and just fall in love with him in one night?


This is an example of exactly how NOT to approach a woman on any level.
Discussion, Please!

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Junk Food Attack!

by Ann
What do you crave, want, eat and in what combination, when you get a junk food attack???

And I don’t mean pomegranates covered with dark chocolate because we all know that ‘s actually a health food with their natural antioxidants and all.

I am talking down and dirty JUNK FOOD!   So, what’s your poison of choice?

Recently, and it’s been years, as I passed Pringles on the chip aisle in the grocery store, I was a gonner. Oh, I did keep on going, but then circled back to nab a cylinder of those artifical-like, salty, thin stackable potato chip-like treats. 

Like who cares if potato chips have the ability to stack? But I do recall when they first came out..the red cannister was unusual and made ya want to try them.

That evening, I had about a half a can of Pringles with a glass of Sauvignon Blanc. Wine_glass : Glass of White WineWhy the wine?  I don’t know?! It was one of those, I don’t know what I want to eat moods, or in what combination. After that, I was craving something sweet. So, I did have some dark chocolate-covered pomegrantes and felt satiated.  My junk food attack fulfillled with the mix of the salty and the sweet along with the wine buzz.. Now, a chocolate-covered potato chip might’ve been the perfect choice. Umm…would they go better with a red or bordeaux?

Lately, I also, got a craving for Cheetos… not having had them in decades. So, I bought an individual package and chomped them down licking my orange finger tips as I munched and crunched. I felt like a school-child eating these crunchy orange treats. Yum!
Smack! Smack! Crunch! Crunch!

So, what’s your junk food attack consist of, and in what combination? Do you indulge and give in to it often, or do so only on occasion?

Okay, be truthful and forthcoming. I was! And I was both pleased and grossed out by my crazy combination mix! But sometimes, a girl’s gotta do what a girl’s gotta do!