Monday, October 31, 2011

"Dude You Won The Lottery!"~~~And Happy Halloween!!!

Today is Halloween, one of my Second Life wife's favorite holidays. We have been dressing in costumes throughout the weekend and attending parties. My favorite costume so far has been matching 'Shadows' that have some very cool effects. It has been a lot of fun and I am looking forward to doing it again. Tonight Friendly is going out as a 'Playboy Bunny' and I as a 'Celtic Warrior'. LOL,,I picked tonight's costume with Friendly in mind of course. It has her one steadfast rule for dressing me; NO SHIRT!! It also has sort of a dress, lol, but I am caring a sword so do not comment on my dress,, hhaha.

Today is more important than just being Halloween. It is the day before Friendly start our 'Honeymoon'. One week, just the two of us, a secluded island, water, hills, fall foliage, OH, and did I mention one week just the two of us. Yes kiddies we go on 'honeymoons' in Second Life.

While I was packing for our trip this morning; did not take long to pack, lol. Lets see; sun tan lotion(check), Little Blue Pills(168 hours/ week, divided by 4 hours per pill, a total of 42 pills, double the number because my wife is younger than me, so I put 84 pills in my little bottle,,,check), and finally my Jomo Shorts( that Friendly does not allow me to wear out of the house).

Here is a picture of me wearing my JOMO's out of the house, lol. Well I am technically along side the house and no one is around. I am sure you do not see the shorts so I am safe here.

I am now ready for my Honeymoon,,YEAH!!

The other night I was receiving congratulations from on of Friendly's old friends and he said to me "Dude you have won the lottery". At the time I thought it was a strange thing to say. I have since reconsidered that thought.

I have 'won the lottery!!! Other than the births of my four children; no event in my life has made me happier. I am sure I will catch some grief for that statement but it is true. It is true because I have the most amazing wife, I am loved beyond anything I could ever imagine, I am extremely happy and this was all accomplished by be 'ME'.

That's right kiddies 'ME'!!

I met Friendly at maybe the lowest point of my life. I was drinking to much, not taking care of myself, buried in self pity and practically friendless.

She raised me up and returned me to the person that I should have always been. I no longer drink, I exercise regularly, I am writing more and better than I have ever done before and I am surrounded by love, respect and protection.


Every day I try and give back all I can to her. That is what love is all about. Giving all you have to your mate and being honest, caring and loving as much as humanly possible.

I have been married to Mrs Friendly Story-Brando for 10 days and I am floating on air. It is just the beginning of a very long relationship. We took our time and nourished a 'real relationship' built on love, honesty and respect. That is a combination we can bank.

My favorite 'Friendly Statement' made to me when we were discussing our age difference;

"You are my man, I love you and that's that!!"

I smile whenever I think about the night she said that to me.

Yes we have an age difference, not as large as we once thought, but as our 'Honeymoon' approaches I utter the words of one of my favorite songs;

'I am not as good as I once was, but I am good once as I ever was', lol!!

Love you Precious!!!

PS....There will be happy blogs all week but no Honeymoon reports 'you pervs'.

Sunday, October 30, 2011

There Is A 1% In The 99%~~~Watch Them Closely!!!

Before I start writing today I want to make it perfectly clear that what follows is my opinion and my opinion only. You will not find hard facts or statistics today. My opinion was developed through observation entirely.

I have noticed that the 'Occupy' groups seem to swell in numbers on weekends. A simple explanation can be made here. Weekends are when real people are not working, looking for work or dealing with everyday family problems. It is that magical time of the week when Americans seek and find leisure time.

I believe that there is a growing middle class surge toward the 'Occupy Movement' when 'middle class America' has the time to protest because no matter how down trodden one feels or how hopeless one sees their situation; life has to go on in as normal a manner as possible for the sake of our families.

There is nothing wrong, to me anyway, in anything I just said. 'Middle Class America' is fighting for its very existence. They will rise up but at the same time they will take care of their responsibilities as best as they can. So when Monday arrives middle class America is back doing what is necessary.

So who are these protesters left to man the front lines when middle class Americans are at their jobs if they are lucky to have them.

First a statement from the 'Occupy Movement' to see if we can narrow down the possibilities. This comes from the website

'We are the 99 percent. We are getting kicked out of our homes. We are forced to choose between groceries and rent. We are denied quality medical care. We are suffering from environmental pollution. We are working long hours for little pay and no rights, if we're working at all. We are getting nothing while the other 1 percent is getting everything. We are the 99 percent.'

I will not try and dispute any of that because I find it, again in my opinion, to be true enough. And I am sure that 99% of those people who are in the Occupy Movement are genuinely interested in positive changes that improve their condition and make America 'stronger'.

So what about that 1% left of the 99 percenters that are on those front lines 'everyday'.

Our society, and I am talking our 'Global Society', has bred a group of people that for a lack of a better term are 'professional protesters'. You have all seen them at places like the G-20 Summits.

They tend to be young, very well organized, idealistic and very well financed. They show up all over the world to 'professionally protest' what ever the main case of dispute might be; perceived or not.

I have always found it interesting as to how a young kid from the United States, who claims to be poor and mistreated by life, can show up in a European city for a weeks long protest. Very suspicious in my book. Or for that matter how European kids get here for protests.

Countries always have a segment of their citizenry that believes they are mistreated and in these hard times that number has grown immensely with good reason. But this last 1% of professional protesters have other agendas in mind.

Some of their support comes from people or organizations that can not or are not willing to facilitate change through the 'ballot box'. They are our societies 'closet' socialists, communists and facists' who at opportune times crawl out of the dark recesses of their 'closet homes' and try and take advantage of a given situation. Their concern is not strengthening democracy through protest but to weaken it and set their own course for the rest of us.

I believe we have such a situation going on right now.

To the 99% of the 99% I yell to you that you do need to rise up and kick some corporate and political butt.

Please do not let the 1% of your movement usurp your good and righteous cause with ideas that will not be helpful to our countries future. We are Americans and we have the right to protest the wrongs done us. just make sure you have a recognizable American when the protesting is complete.

Protesting, any wrong doing, should end with reasonable demands accepted and a 'Stronger United States' for us to enjoy.

Love ya,

PS.....If we hate corporate greed, and that hate should be spread to all corporations, then why do we give a pass to a couple of New England 'self styled hippies' who are a corporation. I have had my eye on you, Ben & Jerry, for a very long time.

Friday, October 28, 2011

Please Read The Question In Paragraph #1?~~~My Life Is A Very Funny Place To Live!!

Here we go!!!

What do you get when you combine problems with my debit card, a couple wearing Bill & Hilary Clinton masks, a very touchy bank teller and a bank guard that reminds me of Barney Fife?

Think!! Think!! Think!!

Yeppers!! Y'all got it!!  RANDY'S FRIDAY MORNING!!!

Lets start at the beginning. I have been having problems with my debit card for about a week now. Even at Wal-Mart which is frustrating because there you can pay in any acceptable currency, dollars, goats, chickens. children and whatever has value to Papa Walton.

I have called the bank several times but this morning I decided to show up and talk to someone in person. I so should have stayed home, lol.

So I am standing at the counter talking with a teller about my problem. A very pleasant conversation that was yielding no positive results as the banks 'debit card system' was still in the process of being repaired.

Before I forget!! There are signs attached to all the entry doors, similar to the example that follows, for obvious reasons. It is a bank after all.

Now with that sign in mind; in walks two teenage rocket scientists wearing 'Bill & Hilary Clinton' masks. One of the most frightening sights I have ever seen, lol.

Mr & Mrs Clinton happily approach the counter laughing and having a good time. It is Friday so they were probably going to make a withdrawal to by condoms. The bank teller, who has been in the bank during an actual robbery, yells for a bank manager, pushes the alarm and ducks.

All hell is breaking loose and I am just standing looking at this scene like I am having an 'out of body experience'.

The back manager rushes out of her office, Bill and Hillary are hugging and  the bank teller is hiding when to our rescue comes Barney Fife. This is no exaggeration; Barney is at least 70 years old. He should have been at home spoiling his grand children and no where near a gun. OH YEAH!! HE HAD A GUN AND IT WAS LOADED!!

Seeing him approach I started to move to the end of the counter and away from him; I thought!! I do not believe he could see more than 2 feet in front of his face and really had no idea where he was pointing the gun. Plus he had tremors, like he had Parkinson's, so the gun was flailing around like one of those 'rhythmic gymnastics girls ribbons'.

Poor Bill & Hilary, who turn out to be 17 year old's on a break from the local high school, were laying prone on the floor looking for who was robbing the bank. They seemed not to realize that they were the 'bank robbers'.

I wanted to yell; "take of the F$$King masks off" so this would all end and I could back to the relative safety of Second Life, lol. (Side Bar here~~My beautiful New Second Life Bride mentioned that I seem to use the word 'Fuck' a lot in my blog. So as a concession to her I will stop using the fucking word fuck in this fucking blog. OK babe it's out of my system, lol.)

At this point the police rush in; we all are told to hit the floor, I think Bill and Hilary shit their pants, a real police officer took the gun away from Barney and my FREAKING debit card still dose not work at Wal-Mart.

The bank manager and the police got every thing straightened out, the teens were taken back to school and will have their parents deal with punishments, the bank teller was finally calmed down by one of her colleagues and Barney Fife was sent home for what I am hoping is a permanent vacation.

In my grief over my debit card situation; I went to a local farmer and purchased two of his children, in cash of course, to use as payment of my my groceries at Wal-Mart. They were readily accepted as full payment.

If only the parents of Bill and Hilary would have listened to this sound advice from our 'beloved' Barney Fife.

'Well, today's eight-year-olds are tomorrow's teenagers. I say this calls for action and now. Nip it in the bud. First sign of youngsters going wrong, you've got to nip it in the bud.'

Love ya,

Thursday, October 27, 2011

Occupy Wall Street Versus Wall Street?

In truth I have not paid much attention to the Occupy Wall Street Protesters. Not because I disagree with them. On the contrary I actually agree that 'corporate greed' exists and the 'tax structure' does not treat everyone fairly. No 'fairly' is not the correct word to use here. I think 'equally' is a better term.

I would have continued to ignore this situation being content to watch it play out on the streets and then analyzing the outcome. But something caught my eye today and I felt the urge to comment on that situation.

Before I start let me tell you where I stand on this what I have heard the protesters say. Point #1; I have already admitted that 'corporate greed' exists. What is the main goal of any corporation? The answer to that kiddies is very simple. The main goal of any corporation is to 'maximize profits for its shareholders'. Maximization of Profits is the 'greed' we see being protested on the streets today.

Do these people have a right to protest this 'preceived greed'? Of course they do!! After all we are Americans and protest is one of our basic rights.

My question is this; "where were the protests when the DOW was soaring toward fourteen thousand?"

Think about that!! Times were good. People were making money. 401K's were doubling every couple of years.

Now that times are bad we seem to need a scapegoat. Admittedly Wall Street set itself up for all of this by conducting business less than honestly. But I saw no one complaining about making money off Wall Streets dishonesty.

Point #2; Yes corporations should pay more in taxes and have loop holes closed. Yes multi millionaires need to be paying more in taxes and have loop holes closed.

But why do people, just because they are successful, have to carry the burden for all the rest of us. There are many people that pay no income taxes. YES!! They pay other kinds of taxes but so does everyone else. If we want a millionaires to pay their 'fair share' why are we not asking others to join in and pay a 'fair share'?

Questions to ponder indeed?

On to what made me decide to comment on all this today.

Anonymous, the organization that prides itself in cyber attacks, has threatened to attack the website of Fox News and shut it down. The reason?  Because they do not like the way Fox News portrays the Occupy Wall Street protesters.

Lets examine this from my point of view because; 1. I am a conservative who is not always in agreement with Fox News and 2. My point of view is always right, lol.

We have an organization, Anonymous, that is willing to break the law to silence the 'free speech' of others because they believe that Fox News is trying to silence the 'free speech' of the Occupy Wall Street protesters.

I have a real problem with this line of thought.


Honestly; I do not agree with Fox News and their assessment of Occupy Wall Street but they have a right to their opinion. As does anyone who wants to wade in on this issue.

I believe that there is an honesty and necessity to the Occupy Wall Street protests. Whether I agree or disagree with them is irrelevant. I also believe there is a necessity to a counterpoint to their argument.

What Anonymous is planning for November 5th is a massive intrusion into 'FREE SPEECH'. If  they will take on and successfully disrupt any news organization; disruption of my or your 'RIGHT TO FREE SPEECH' is an easy task for these criminals.

Love ya,

PS....If I do not blog tomorrow; you know they have taken me down, LOL!!

Wednesday, October 26, 2011

Start Every Day With A Laugh~~Because The Rest Of The Day Could Be Shit!!

The first thing I do every morning, before starting to write this blog, is to find funny news so I am at least trying to smile. There is an awful lot of funny news out there so finding something is easy. Maybe to easy, lol.

So lets start our day together with these two little McDonald's gaffes.

Yes sir!! Wonders where this McDonald's is located. A sausage up your butt for only $1. A bargain indeed!!!!

What is McDonald's fetish with our fannies all about, lol!! Gives an entire new mean to "Do you want fies with that?"

These signs, while being funny, shed some light on the state of the USA's education system. I will not start a rant about that today as I am smiling. It will be a lighter Wednesday!

Most of the things I find funny are done totally unintentionally. Take this for example.

This is supposed to be a serious story about the injuries to two great players. The headline tells us an entirely different story, lol. I have to wonder what the editors, of this paper, were doing the day they were supposed to approve this article. And why are these same editors not the ones who keep rejecting my book. PLEASE GOD GET ONE OF THESE SLEEPY EDITORS TO READ AND APPROVE MY BOOK!!!

I really want to talk about something serious here because this is, after all, a very serious blog. LOL!! Yeah Right!!

I think I am in to good of a mood to take on serious subjects like;

Should the Boy and Girl Scouts accept members from the opposite sex? HMM!! Such and easy problem to solve. Just combine the two organizations and rename them 'The Bisexual Scouts'.

Then each year they could sell 'cookies' in the spring and 'Ben and Jerry's 'Schweddy Balls' in the fall. Think of all the money to be made if the scouts start 'swinging both ways'.


Should I be taking on the two most talked about news stories on the Internet.

1. Is Jennifer Aniston engaged and pregnant?

Answer: No she is not engaged or preggers. She made that perfectly clear yesterday. So the speculation should only go on another 3 months or until the 'brain dead press' see no, and I am shaking while I write this phrase I hate so much, 'baby bump'.

2. Is the marriage of Demi Moore and  Ashton Kutcher in trouble?

Answer; Who the fuck cares and it's none of our business. I happen to like both of these people. I find Demi to be a talented and beautiful actress who has always held my attention. Ashton makes me laugh and anyone who can do that is at the top on my 'make randy happy list'.

So let them be to work out whatever they need to work out.

Try concentrating on, mmmm lest see, 17 year old Courtney Stodden and  her 51 year old husband Doug Hutchison who were thrown out of a 'pumpkin patch', this past weekend, for inappropriate behavior.

I have two things to say about this 'non story' that has been blown up tot he scale of the 'Invasion of Iraq'.

1. OMG! Courtney has a great set of pumpkins!!!

2. Doug!! Dude!! I am married to a younger woman in SL and am getting ready to go on a week long Honeymoon with her. PLEASE TELL ME!!


Love ya,

Tuesday, October 25, 2011

If Honor Is Not Dead~~It Certainly Must Be On Life Support!!

I grew up in a family that taught a sense of 'honor'. That 'familial' education is the basis as to how I approach the world. While it is true that some could say, in recent times, that I acted with something less than honor; I would vehemently argue that is untrue.

What is 'HONOR'?  I will skip over the meanings found in the disctionary and tell you what it means to me. To do this I will relate two stories, from my life, that I believe not only display a sense of honor but are acts that epitomize what 'living an honorabe life' really means.

Growing up I had a friend named GianPaolo(John Paul). That name will be readily recognizable for people who know the real me because it is part of my sons name.

One night, we were 18 yeas old, all my friends and their girfriends got together for a summer party. The party included drinking, some pot, a fire on the beach, dancing and all the things that New Jersey teens, in our area, did to entertain ourseles. Including ending the night parked along the 'Arthur Kill' and watching the 'submarine races'. Most of you, especially the Jersites will remember the 'submarine races' fondly I am sure.

We did every thing to excess that night as kids our age are prone to do. At some point we all headed toward home. GianPaolo and his girlfriend, Katie a beautiful girl, were in a horrific car accident on the way home. No deaths, thank God, but Katie had permenant scars on her face caused by her head hitting the windshield and an injured arm that never healed properly.

GianPaolo was raised in an Italian American family that taught, as mine did, the importance of being honorable. The importance for taking 'responsibility' for ones actions. That is exactly what he did!!

At 20 years old Katie and GianPaolo were married. I was fortunate enough to be asked to be 'best man'. On the morning of his wedding he told me that he did not really love Katie but he was going to spend the rest of his life taking care of her. I fully understood his feelings but truthfully; I am not sure I could have done what he was doing. In my mind the marriage was doomed to failure for lack of love.

Stupid Me!!

Paul passed away at the age of 53 after 33 years of marriage to Katie and 5 wonderful children. Later in life he told me that he loved her more than he could even imagine loving anyone. That love had grown over time and that living without her was not a possibility.

I was best man at their wedding, godfather to two of their children and a pall bearer at his funeral. This 'Honerable Man' had based his life on what we were taught as children and forged a 'Love Story' worthy of a Hollywood movie.

I have told people that the GianPaola, in sons name, comes for the Pope. In truth it comes from my friend. I can see a sense of honor in my son and I am sure my friend guides him.

My grandfather was a small man in stature; standing 5'4". But he was a giant among men. He made his living as a simple 'tailor'. There was nothing simple about this man.

He, even in times that were tough for our family, would help anyone who asked. He cared little for their race, religion or nationality. To him they were people in need and his 'honor' dictated that he helped.

Around the corner from our house was an Italian American Club. Families would gather there, on Sundays after church, for food, music, game and to keep the 'Italian Natonal Pride' alive.

There was a table set up that was men only. Not just any men but those that the movies called 'men of respect'. I know y'all know what I am talking about. Families took pride from seeing one of their men asked to sit at that table.

My gradfather sat there every Sunday. My simple tailor grandfather. Every Sunday. Let that sink in kiddies. He was not in their 'business'. He was not wealthy. He did not wear an expensive suit. As a matter of fact my grandfather made his own suits.

As I got older I finally asked my father why grandfather was sitting there. He told me; "because he is a man of honor and is respected". My simple tailor grandfather.

The neighbor had detiorated over the years and we could never get my grandparents to move. But up until he passed, at age 70, he could walk his dog in the neighborhood after dark and never be bothered by anyone. He had gained the respect of that neighborhood because he was an 'honorable man'.


So what should you take from all this?

Being honorable means taking responsibility for you actions!

Being honorable means raeching out to others even when it is hard on you to do so.

Being honorable means keeping your commitments to your family, your home, your country and to people that come into your life.

Being honorable means meeting a woman, falling in love, committing to her and keeping that commitment no matter what. No matter what!!!

Honor is truly on 'life support' these days. Especially when it comes to marriage. It seems that committment to your 'mate' only as good as the 'next tight ass' that passes into your view.

Teaching HONOR to your childen, and doing so through example, will go a very long way to sending them out into the world with the potential to be successful.

I believe that God looks down on an honorable man and smiles. I can not imagine the facial expression he must display at times seeing what goes on here on Earth.

Love ya,

PS....If anyone cares to debate my honor; I welcome the opportunity to educate you.

Sunday, October 23, 2011

Why Are All Dictators Male?~~Or Are They!!

With the fall of Moammar Gadhafi and so many other 'strong arm' leaders finding their way to the scrape heap; I decided to take a look at 'dictators' throughout history'. while researching I found information on 'Female Dictators'. I had no idea there had actually been women who would fit that description. There have always been 'strong female governmental' leaders but ones who fit the 'dictator' mold are few.

What I am finding is that the 'worst' women in history' were not actually the leaders of their countries but in some way linked to the leaders as wife or confident. For instance this sweet and loving woman from Hungry.

                   The Blood Countess, Erzabet(Elizabeth) Bathory of Hungary

Raymond T. McNally, who has written four books on the figure of Dracula in history, literature, and vampirism, in his fifth book, "Dracula was a Woman," presents insights into the fact that Stoker's Count Dracula was also strongly influenced by the legends of Elizabeth Bathory of Hungary. Spend a little time reading about the real Count Dracula; an animal indeed. I could not imagine how a woman could be his influence?

Elizabeth not only drank blood but was also reported to have bathed in the Blood of virgins to keep her youth. I guess that explains it, lol.

Elizabeth had some interesting influences in her life. Elizabeth's other interesting relatives included: An uncle supposedly "addicted to rituals and worship in honor of Satan, her aunt Klara was a well-known bi-sexual who enjoyed torturing servants, and Elizabeth's brother, Stephan, who was a drunkard and a lecher.

Elizabeths husband, Ferenc, was a warrior and so was not often around, leaving Elizabeth at Castle Sarvar managing the family seat, "especially the task of disciplining the servants. The countess carried her 'disciplining' to a point that would be considered sadism today". Beating the girl servants with a heavy club was the least of her "punishments," according to accounts. Often she would stick "pins into the upper and lower lips of the girls...into the girls' flesh and... under their fingernails". One particularly harsh "punishment" would be to drag girls out into the snow where she or her women servants poured cold water on them until they froze to death.

I see where Dracula got some of his ideas.

Other women that have ascended to a level of debauchery that would make Dracula smile are(note these are, fr the most part, not leaders of any sort):

Myra Hindley~Myra Hindley and Ian Brady were responsible for the “Moors murders” occurring in the Manchester area of Britain in the mid 1960’s.

Beverly Allitt~The “Angel of Death, Beverley Gail Allit, is one of Britain’s most well known serial killers. Working as a pediatric nurse, she is responsible for the murder of 4 children and the serious injury of 5 others in her care.

Belle Gunness~Belle Gunness was one of America’s most degenerate and productive female serial killers. Standing 6 ft (1.83 m) tall and weighing in at over 200 lbs (91 kg), she was an imposing and powerful woman of Norwegian descent. It is likely that she killed both her husbands and all of her children at different times, but it is certain that she murdered most of her suitors, boyfriends, and her two daughters, Myrtle and Lucy

Ilse Koch~'Die Hexe von Buchenwald' the Witch of Buchenwald, or 'Buchenwälder Schlampe' the Bitch of Buchenwald was the wife of Karl Koch, commandant of the concentration camps Buchenwald.  Drunk on the absolute power rendered by her husband, she reveled in torture and obscenity. Infamous for her souvenirs; tattoos taken from the murdered inmates, her reputation for debauchery was well earned.

One wonders what turns people into animals like these. There has to be a genetic component to their behavior.

Makes me want to hug my kids just a little tighter.

Love ya,

Saturday, October 22, 2011

Out Of The Forrest~~~My Path Is Starting To Clear!!

I have spent many hours recently at the Buddha Center in Second Life. It is a peaceful place that allows thoughts to flow freely and ideas to be nurtured in a way that clear outcomes can be envisioned. As many of you know I have had a lot of personal reflection to do over the past few months. Through personal reflection and quiet meditation I have reached the top of  a very steep road and can now see into the valley below.

I am not a particularly religious person. At least not when it comes to the 'organized religions' that I have been exposed to over the years. Although; I do consider myself to be a 'spiritualy person'. I find comfort in the teachings of individuals that show me peaceful paths of existence through the 'thought process'. God is within us all. We just need to find that 'comfort level' as to how we will worship, if you will.

I find my 'comfort level' in this 'man'. Yes kiddies I said MAN!! Buddha was a man; a teacher. He gave us things to think about. Showed us that what we may call God is all around us. In the trees, this mornings sunrise and last nights sunset. His teachings make us think for ourselves. No 'Cookbook Recipes' here because every ones path is so much different and that path is set by each individual in their own way and on their own time table.

“All that we are is the result of what we have thought. The mind is everything. What we think we become.”~Buddha

I have presented this quote before. It is the single quote I try, and I say try because I am human and full of faults, to live my life. I have had periods of success and ones of dismal failure. But I keep trying and will never quit.

One of my favorite quotes speaks to how I feel about never giving up.

"I do not give up,
I never give up,
For there is nothing in this entire world,
That is irrevocably unchangeable".~~Sri Chinmoy

I have thought about this quote for many hours over the past few months. I truly believe that it applies to all aspects of life; from 'birth to death' and everything in between.

After my disasters of this past summer I was at the give up point. Things all looked pretty bleak but I put up a plaque with the Sri Chinmoy quote, at my house, and spent countless hours staring at it, thinking about it and trying to set a path for myself.

I ran across this quote while I was doing some reading.

“An idea that is developed and put into action is more important than an idea that exists only as an idea.”~Buddha

While thinking about what you want out of life is important; actually getting up off your ass and making it happen is the key. Happiness will not come knocking at your door unless you go out and find it and give it your address.

So I did get up off my ass after a month of self loathing and self pity and stepped out into Second Life to find my path; my happiness.

Happiness did come knocking at my door in the form of a fantastic woman, Friendly Story, who accepted all my faults, repaired the damage I had done to myself and asked only one thing of me.


I told her about my life, my sins and my successes. I confessed all I had done. Friendly considered all I told her and then we spent two months building a relationship. A relationship that is built on honesty, sharing, companionship, passion, intimacy and finally a solid love.

Last night my beautiful Friendly Story became Friendly Brando. Can you see me smile!!!

So yes; my path is clearing and I do not walk it alone anymore. I am loved, I am protected and I am happy.

The power of thought is amazing. The healing power of a good woman is, in and of itself, a religious experience that needs to be experienced to understand.

“Thousands of candles can be lit from a single candle, and the life of the candle will not be shortened. Happiness never decreases by being shared.”~Buddha

Love ya,

Friday, October 21, 2011

Herman Cain Has His 999 Plan~~Introducing my Flush, Flush, Flush Plan!!

I was reading all the 'political news' this morning and became very interested in all the candidates assorted plans to get the economy moving. Including President Obamination's Jobs  Bill that seems to be dead on arrival.

So after my morning requisite pot of coffee, a nice spaghetti breakfast(it's not just for dinner anymore, lol), a short walk to work off that breakfast and an hour of meditation and reflection about the good life I am leading now; I decided to offer my own plan to not only improve the worlds food supply but also to stimulate employment. Damn that was a mouthful.

Sit back kiddies!! This will be an interesting ride!!

Based on my knowledge of 'how prisoners of war survived'; I have devised a plan that will help the environment, stimulate the economy and provide a food source for all of us. Keep in mind that I am basing this on very little actual knowledge but, as we all know, 'political solutions' put forth by those running for office need little real knowledge. This is evidence by what I have seen both in the 'GOP Debates' and the plans of 'President Stumble Around'.

Prisoners Of War have consumed 'feces' to extract the nutrients that were not assimilated on 'foods first pass' through the body. My plan is based on the development of technology to extract those nutrients, during waste water treatment, and present them in a palatable form.

My project is named 'Soylent Brown' as a tribute to the movie 'Soylent Green' which, if y'all remember, used the the remains of humans to supply an eatable source of food to a 'dying planet earth'.

So how will this stimulate the economy?

The raw materials for the production of 'Soylent Brown' is readily available and self renewing.

Jobs will be created while we develop the technology to manufacture 'Soylent Brown' giving a boost to the 'technology sector'.

Once we have the technology the 'construction sector' will get a boost retrofitting our current 'waste water treatment plants' and building processing centers to manufacture 'Soylent Brown'.

When production begins the 'transpotation' and 'distribution' sectors will improve as we make this wonder food available to the public.

I propose that we give 'Soylent Brown' away free to our entire population. Please follow my logic here.

If Americans have a good food source that they can access without cost; they will have 'inceased disposable income'. Increased disposable income means that we will be spending money on things that are not essential to us in a 'poor economy'.

This will stimulate our economy across its spectrum. An economic turn around could be achieved in approximately 'Ten Years'. Compared to these other plans; Ten Years is a short waiting period for, what I believe, will be a great return.

So there is my plan!! I believe it to be a sound and workable solution to our economic situation.

Just think!! The term 'Blow It out Your Ass' will take on a whole new meaning, lol.

I would throw my 'Hat' into the 'run for the Presidency' if 'I Could Afford A Hat'.

Damn!! Now my plan will never see the light of day. Just like the 'Shit' coming from all our 'offical Presidential candidates'.

Love ya,

Thursday, October 20, 2011

Donuts!~~~A Police Department Staple!!

This morning, at around 4 am, I was watching the latest episode of 'Psyche' in which at one point the guys shot and killed 'BoBo The Donut'. The episode was funny, I had a good laugh and I was prompted to go out for donuts, lol. Since there is no BoBo's Donuts where I live I settled on Krispy Kreme and  happily took my bag of goodies home to team them up with coffee.

While I was enjoying my delicious treats I started to wonder how the donut and police became eternally linked in everything from movies, to advertising, to television and to countless jokes by the worlds comedians.

My first inquiry took me to which actually had a serious and completely understandable explanation.

According to in an articled titled 'Why Do Cops Like Donuts'; 'This is a question that has plagued mankind for years. The answer is quite simple.'

1. Donuts are relatively inexpensive, so they can be discarded with little guilt, in case of a hot call in the middle of a snack break.

2. In many areas, the donut shop is the only place open 24 hours.

3. Donuts have sugar and carbohydrates, which allow for quick energy. Donuts, coupled with the ever present cup of coffee, help keep the officers awake and alert.

4. Donut shops are usually located in centralized areas, which can be used as a meeting place for briefings between Officers of different agencies or shifts.

5. Donuts are TASTY! Can you think of anyone who DOESN'T like donuts?

I bet y'all thought that this story was going to end there. As someone very dear to me always says 'silly goose'. I gave you the facts now it is time for the fantasy.

'Stop me if you’ve heard this one: a cop pulls a man over for DUI and says, “I know you’ve been drinking, your eyes are glassy.” The man responds, “I know you’ve been eating donuts; your eyes are glazed.”~~Jill Wragg, retired police officer.

Over the years comedians have made a living telling jokes about 'cops and donuts'. Even my father use to say, "Son if you want to find a good donut shop just follow a cop".

Even cops joke about their five basic food groups: glazed, jelly, powdered, chocolate frosted, and “ghetto,” the donuts that are left over after a long meeting of the command staff.

The fantasy is believing that all cops love donuts. Simply not true. Some people say that donuts are an addiction for cops. Again not true. It is my understanding that donut sales to police officers decline sharply during 'Girl Scout Cookie Time'.

                    Rest easy, your donuts are safe eh!

A hearty 'THANK YOU' for the work y'all do for us. 'To Protect And Serve' is not just a catch phrase for you; 'it is a code of honor'.

Love ya,

PS......My Fathers birthday was this past Tuesday. He would have been 92 years old. Love and miss you Dad!

Wednesday, October 19, 2011

Climate Change Causing Smaller Animals~~A Positive Really!!

I read with great interest this morning, at The Onion, that 'climate change' was causing animals to grow in smaller sizes. I personally look at this as a positive effect of climate change.

I envision a world with 'tiny animals' populating 'tiny family owned backyard farms' and providing at least part of their own food.

I foresee a time when we all can have a 'tiny farm. in our backyards. Tiny animals supplying us with smaller portions for our plates with the result of a much needed 'weight loss' for the American people.

We could use space that is wasted now with flowers and shrubs that look pretty but add no real income to the family bottom line; unless you sell your house. In this economy that would be nuts.

With the introduction of tiny animals, that are raised and processed by a family unit, several advantages come to mind.

1. The smaller animal size means that they reach 'eatable maturity' quicker affording families a shorter 'birth to table ratio'.
2. A faster 'birth to table ratio' will reduce costs related to raising the animal thereby leaving more in the family budget for luxuries like soap.
3. Small animals mean daily butchering leaving meats fresher and healthier.
4. Home butchering cuts out much of the cost related to getting larger animals from the farm to the table. Again more to a families bottom line.
5. Finally, having a tiny farm will get the kids out of the house and into the fresh air. At the moment most kids think playing 'Farmville' on Face Book is real farming.

The types of tiny animals is endless. Examples:

All of the above animals are eatable and good sources of protein. Yes kiddies even horses which are eaten in Europe. I see an over seas food market there.

Yummy!! Fresh bacon everyday. See those piggies! A perfect size for two BLT's, the 'Holy Grail of Bacon Sandwiches'.

And lets not stop there. Tiny vegetables will become a mainstay. Baby carrots will be a star under the Tiny Farm scheme.

Life is going to be so good. The affects on the Earth's population will be nothing but positive.


Climate Change is causing 'smaller humans too'? 

Food For Thought!!

Love ya,

Tuesday, October 18, 2011

Some Like It Limp~~Some Like It Hard!! We Are Talking Bacon You Perv!!


There seems to me that there is nothing that is not improved by the presence of bacon in the mix. I can see the vegans cringing and firing eye darts at me, lol.

There was a time when every part of a pig was called 'bacon'; a term originated in England and France. The evolution to its present form happened over many years of 'glorious eating'.

"In this health-conscious day and age, you would think that bacon would be low on the list of preferred foods due to its fat content. Yet, as anyone who dabbles in pork belly commodities can tell you, bacon is solely responsible for giving a boost to the pork market. Bacon has become so popular as a sandwich ingredient and a favorite of chefs in fine dining establishments that bacon shortages have caused prices to soar. However, bacon is still a bargain that can't be beat when it comes to adding flavor. With low-sodium and lean varieties available, even the dieter can partake in moderation", states  Peggy Trobridge Filippone, from

I think President Obamination should have a 'Bacon Stimulus Package'. The economy would take off!!!

The two schools of thought as to how to eat bacon are 'The Limp Bacon Crown' versus the 'Crisp Bacon Gang"

Limp. Usually chewy, soft and more 'meaty'.
Crispy. Usually...crisp? Also crunchy, firm, and golden...but not burnt!

Personally I am in the 'limp bacon crowd'. Babe remember that when you are slapping together my BLT with Tomato Soup for lunch tomorrow, lol.

Bacon is consumed at all meals now being used for everything from the main part of the meal to a flavoring. Seventy Percent of all bacon consumed in the United States is eaten at breakfast.

The term 'bring home the bacon' has its origins in something that is not related to money; which seems to be how we use it today.

In the twelfth century, a church in the English town of Dunmow promised a side of bacon to any married man who could swear before the congregation and God that he had not quarreled with his wife for a year and a day. A husband who could' bring home the bacon' was held in high esteem by the community. I wonder how many men could accomplish that feat these days?

I tend to ramble when talking about bacon. Just the thought of it makes me want to rush to the kitchen and make some. I am careful with over consuption of this glorious meat but I have a hard time passing it up.

My favorite 'bacon concoction', is a 'Bacon Explosion'; which I have only had twice in my life but I will guarantee I will have it again.

A Bacon Explosion is a pork dish that consists of bacon wrapped around a filling of spiced sausage and crumbled bacon. About the size of an American football the dish is smoked or baked.


Yes Kiddies I ate bacon for breakfast with pancakes, orange juice and coffee. Life is 'freaking good' lol.

Love ya,

Monday, October 17, 2011

The Chicken~~The Egg~~And Global Warming!!

Ancient references to the dilemma, 'what came first the chicken or the egg',  are found in the writings of classical philospphers. Their writings indicate that the proposed problem was perplexing to them and was commonly discussed by others of their time as well. Aristotle(384 - 322BC) the Greek philospher, Plutarch(46 - 126AD) the Greek philospher and Macrobius(385 - 423AD) the Roman philospher all weighed in on this subject.

Stephen Hawking argues that the egg came before the chicken, though the real importance of the question has faded since Darwin's On the Origin of Species and the accompanying Theory of Evolution, under which the egg must have come first, assuming the question intended the egg to mean an egg in general or an egg that hatches into a chicken.

So the question is now settled,  In simple terms; as the geneticist J. B. S. Haldane remarked, "The most frequently asked question is: 'Which came first, the chicken or the egg?' The fact that it is still asked proves either that many people have never been taught the theory of evolution or that they don't believe it."
With that in mind, the answer becomes obvious. Bird evolved from reptiles, so the first bird must have come out of an egg--laid by a reptile."

OK!! The Egg Came First!!

Well maybe, LOL!

Enter Colin Warick from The University of Sheffield ; who along with his collegues has been doing research on proteins and specifically the  ovocledidin-17 protein found in egg shells.

"I would argue that the concept of an eggshell came about way before the chicken, it's dinosaur or even pre-dinosaur thing. That's something to talk to an evolutionary biologist about probably," stated Colin Freeman.

"What we have really identified is that the protein seems to accelerate the crystallization process so it can make that eggshell appear far quicker. In simple terms it accelerates calcite formation," Freeman said.

'They also found that the egg can't be produced without the protein ovocledidin-17 in the chickens' ovaries, so that means that the chicken must have come first. Right?'

"Obviously, it's not really what we were trying to get out of our simulations, but it's an interesting question isn't it?" Freeman said

HMMM!! So where are we now? In my estimation we are exactly where Aristotle was back in 322BC when he  believed, liek many philosophers of hisn time, "that everything before it appeared on earth had first its being in spirit."

This question has moved through both scientific and religious communities since before the written word and we are no closer to an answer now than we were when Human Beings first gained the capacity for thought.

Enter Global Warming or Climate Change if you prefer. Is  Global Warming/Climate Climate change real or a made up crisis?

Here kiddies we have the 'modern equivalent' of the old delema 'What came first, the chicken or the egg?'

The difference in the modern day version of the age old question is whether we survive this crisis or whether we are blowing smoke up everyone's well formed arse.

Love ya,

Sunday, October 16, 2011

In Defense Of Lindsay Lohan!!

I find Lindsay Lohan to be a quite despicable person and a horrible role model for both young women and girls. HMMM!! That statement dose not jive with any defense of her.

What I am going to attempt to defend is the human being she is not the activities that get her constantly into trouble. As we know many 'child actors' find themselves in trouble with the law at some point in their lives. While I do agree that many of their problems can be attributed to the industry they work in and a disposable income larger than many adults who have worked hard all their lives; 'parental bad decisions' are as much to blame. Lindsay's parents should be examined, for their decisions, asw much as Lindsay herself .

Talk all around 'Shallowood' is of the condition of Lindsay's teeth. A mess for sure!!! But no surprise. The use of many 'street drugs' will cause deterioration of the teeth. Crack Cocaine comes to mind here.

The teeth should really be no mystery. The real mystery, as far  as her teeth go, is 'why her handlers ever let her be seen in public this way without some form of restoration'?

I want you to look back at stories about Lindsay. In every story I read this line is concluded; 'the Mean Girls Actress'. Why do these 'reporters' not say 'the Parent Trap Actress' or 'the Freaky Friday Actress' or 'the Herbie: Fully Loaded Actress'? Because we all know that 'Wholesome' does not sell or create controversy that keeps a story alive.

So at an early age Lindsay learned that being 'the bad Girl' got her publicity. In the 'world of Shallowood' publicity is the drug that keeps an actress or actor in front of the crowd through media coverage. It does not even have to be 'good media' coverage. Bad coverage is better than no coverage at all!! A warped sense of right and wrong for sure.

Her handlers knew this and allowed her to follow in the footsteps of Paris Hilton and Brittney Spears. Sending her out in public to give us the required 'beaver shot' or the one that 'sleping off a drunk in the car pic'. They knew she would be photographed and I am sure encouraged that behavior.

Now Lindsay is paying for all this.

Her handlers should have been put in jail right along with her. They are as culpable for her behavior a she.

That is why I defend her and I hope she straightens out before she does irreparable harm to herself. If that has not happened already.

Damn It!! I loved 'Herbie: Fully Loaded'!!

Love ya,

Saturday, October 15, 2011

Confession~~First Time, By Ms Tora Maven

So it had come to this moment. Weeks of flirting, teasing, circling, and testing each other to see if we would possibly be a good match; at times it seems more like a job interview. Being cautious, but eager; it had been a while, too long since I had this kind of opportunity. But no point dwelling on that now since here he was, naked and kneeling at my feet. A leather cuff on each ankle and wrist, a leather collar around his neck, and a metal leash clicked to that collar; I passed the leather handle of the leash back and forth between my hands as my eyes swept up and down his form. Impressed at how straight his back was; how he kept his eyes down and focused on my boots despite my scrutiny. Not a hint of a blush on is face considering this was the first time he was presenting himself to me. A hint of a smile pulled at my lips as I took in his obvious physical reaction. I stood for a few moments taking everything in, savouring the moment.  No way was I rushing this. I was intoxicated with the anticipation of what was about to happen and like any addict, I wanted it to last as long as it could.

Finally I stopped playing with the end of the leash to quickly wrap it around my wrist. I jerked his head forward, my voice a soft growl, "Is that how you greet me Pet? Silence? Where are your manners?" A deep voice answered me. "Of course not Mistress. I deeply apologize." Without raising his eyes, he bent over to place a soft kiss on one of my boots. "Good afternoon, Mistress." He remained bent over until I jerked the leash slightly, purring, "Thank you Pet." He returned to kneeling. I circled him slowly, studying him, taking him in from every angle before returning to stand in front of him. I jerked the leash up. "Rise Pet so that I can get a better look at you." He nodded his head once and rose to his feet. "Yes Mistress." He stood with hands clasped behind his back, his eyes still lowered. A purr of approval escaped my lips as he stood tall and yet looked so vulnerable at the same time.

I reached out tentatively to place a hand on his chest, feeling his heart beat rapidly against his chest. Again a smile tugged at my lips. My hand slid over his chest, memorizing the feel of his skin beneath my fingertips; how smooth and warm it was. I found a nipple and traced it softly, chuckling at the ragged gasp that escaped his lips. I made a mental note that they were sensitive and slid my hand further down his chest, watching as he fought to stay still but wanting to react to my touch. I toyed with his belly button before sliding lower, chucking as my hand slid over to a hip and he groaned. I pulled back my hand and lightly slapped an ass cheek. His eyes closed and he moaned. "Thank you Mistress."

Walking around him again, I dragged my nails lightly up and down his back, smiling as he arched and shivered. My hand pulled back and slapped his ass, enjoying that oh so familiar sound echo in the room, the way his flesh slightly jiggled and the how the red the spot became so fast. Immediately my hand cupped that same cheek, savouring the heat radiating against my palm. Softly, my fingertips digging in slightly, I rubbed the spot, easing the sting a little. Another soft moan escaped his lips, rising on his toes, trying to arch back into my touch. I moved my hand to the small of his back and dragging my fingernails over one of his hips and across his belly as I stood in front of him again. I removed my hand and turning, I jerked the leash. "Follow me Pet."

I moved to the other side of the room leading him to the foot of the bed; embedded in each of the posts was a metal ring with a length of chain and clip hanging. I pulled him close enough to secure one of his wrists before draping the leash over the foot board; it making an odd metallic sound as it slid over the wood and pooled on the bed. With one hand holding his chin, I raised his head slightly so that he could look into my eyes. My voice soft but serious, "Your safe word is apple. If you want free or to stop at any time, just say it." He nodded his head to indicate he understood but I raised an eyebrow, looking at him expectantly. A soft smile played on his lips, "Yes Mistress, Apple. I understand." "Good." I dropped his chin and secured his other wrist, moving to stand beside him, my hand lightly caressing his back, purring against his ear. "Are you alright Pet?" He took in a deep breath and released it in a soft sigh. A small smile on his face, "Yes Mistress."

My hand slid down his back and I lightly patted his ass, smiling myself. I picked up a silk scarf that was hanging nearby. "Would you have an issue if I blindfolded you Pet?" His head turned to look at me, slight glimmer of fear flashed in his eyes. My hand went immediately back to caressing his back, pressing myself against his side, my voice a soft purr, "You will be okay Pet. I will not leave the room while you are bond and blind. I promise that you either feel me touching you or be able to hear the sound of my voice at all times." He looked at me for a moment and then nodded his head. "Yes Mistress." I moved behind him and tied the scarf around his head. True to my word, I pressed my length into the back of his, wrapping my hands around to caress his chest and tease his nipples. He immediately moaned but remained still. I chuckled softly against his ear, "It is okay to react Pet. Move if you wish to move, make noise if you wish to make noise." His body twitched against mine, a shiver obviously moving up and down his spine. "Thank you Mistress."

I stepped back from him, moving a hand to touch a shoulder sliding down the length of his arm and resting on his hand that was balled into a loose fist. I dropped my hand but my voice sang out, "I am still here Pet" as I moved away from him watching him closely to see any sign of distress. He tensed for a moment but relaxed when he heard me again. I retrieved my red suede flogger and stood behind him again. I reached out to pinch a cheek lightly before purring, "Are you still alright Pet?" His voice was not as confident this time but it held no tone of panic, "Yes Mistress." I raised the flogger and with a quick flick of my wrist, it zipped through the air and hit my intended target square between his shoulder blades. He jumped and let out a soft yelp of surprise before regaining his composure. "Thank you Mistress." The flogger zinged through the air again, this time finding its mark on one of his ass cheeks, the delicious sound that only a flogger can make when it makes contact with human flesh echoing in the room. This time I got a moan and he moved to better plant his feet. "Thank you Mistress."

I moved to press my body against his back again, my free hand resting on a hip while I draped the flogger over his shoulder, slowly pulling it back and forth to tease and caress his skin with the soft suede. My tongue traced the rim of one of his ears before I purred into it, "Who do you belong to Pet?" "No one at the moment Mistress." I let out a low growl and the hand that was resting on his hip moved lightening fast and grabbed the hair at the nape of his head, jerking his head up and back exposing his neck. I pressed my teeth against the side of his neck; not enough to mark but enough to get his attention. I moved my mouth back to growl against his ear. His voice stammered and raised an octave, "But I would like to belong to you Mistress. Please." He whimpered and struggled slightly with having his head held so awkwardly. I released the hold on his hair but growled into his ear, "Show me Pet." Still pressing against him, my now free hand wrapped around him and pressed flat against his stomach. I ground my hips against his ass. My hand on his belly secured that he was not be able to pull away from me. He moaned and tried to grind back. My growl gave away to a purr, I placed a soft kiss on one of his shoulders and moved away from him to stand once more so that I could flog him.

Over and over, the flogger found its mark either on his shoulders, back, or ass. Each time it was met with a moan and a "Thank you Mistress, I am yours Mistress." I was intoxicated again. Like a symphony trained musician, I became lost in the music, playing him like a Stradivarius, coaxing the notes from his body, concentrating on reaching that crescendo. Then it happened. He shuddered, letting out as straggled cry, climaxed and slumped against the foot board of the bed. I stood panting for a moment before my brain clicked back to reality. I dropped the flogger, letting it fall to the floor as I moved and released one wrist from its cuff. I wrapped his arm around my shoulder and hugged him to me so that he could lean against me as I freed his other hand. He followed me wordlessly and without question to the bed; still blind as I had not removed the scarf yet. I sat against the pillows and pulled him toward me. He wrapped his arms around my waist, resting his head in my lap. I played with his hair and stroked his back, purring softly, my voice barely a whisper, "Mine."

Friday, October 14, 2011

October~~Breast Cancer Awareness Month!!!

Yesterday I had some fun with BOOBS!! My goal was to get your minds set on a very important subject. A life threatening issue. BREAST CANCER!!

U.S. Breast Cancer Statistics:(There is a lot to read here. I suggest you read every word)

  • About 1 in 8 women in the United States (12%) will develop invasive breast cancer over the course of her lifetime.

  • In 2010, an estimated 207,090 new cases of invasive breast cancer were expected to be diagnosed in women in the U.S., along with 54,010 new cases of non-invasive (in situ) breast cancer.

  • About 1,970 new cases of invasive breast cancer were expected to be diagnosed in men in 2010. Less than 1% of all new breast cancer cases occur in men.

  • From 1998 to 2007, breast cancer incidence rates in the U.S. decreased by about 2% per year. One theory is that this decrease was partially due to the reduced use of hormone replacement therapy (HRT) by women after the results of a large study called the Women’s Health Initiative were published in 2002. These results suggested a connection between HRT and increased breast cancer risk.

  • About 39,840 women in the U.S. were expected to die in 2010 from breast cancer, though death rates have been decreasing since 1990. These decreases are thought to be the result of treatment advances, earlier detection through screening, and increased awareness.

  • For women in the U.S., breast cancer death rates are higher than those for any other cancer, besides lung cancer.

  • Besides skin cancer, breast cancer is the most commonly diagnosed cancer among U.S. women. More than 1 in 4 cancers in women (about 28%) are breast cancer.

  • Compared to African American women, white women are slightly more likely to develop breast cancer, but less likely to die of it. One possible reason is that African American women tend to have more aggressive tumors, although why this is the case is not known. Women of other ethnic backgrounds — Asian, Hispanic, and Native American — have a lower risk of developing and dying from breast cancer than white women and African American women.

  • In 2010, there were more than 2.5 million breast cancer survivors in the U.S.

  • A woman’s risk of breast cancer approximately doubles if she has a first-degree relative (mother, sister, daughter) who has been diagnosed with breast cancer. About 20-30% of women diagnosed with breast cancer have a family history of breast cancer.

  • About 5-10% of breast cancers can be linked to gene mutations (abnormal changes) inherited from one’s mother or father.

  • About 70-80% of breast cancers occur in women who have no family history of breast cancer. These occur due to genetic abnormalities that happen as a result of the aging process and life in general, rather than inherited mutations.

  • The most significant risk factors for breast cancer are gender (being a woman) and age (growing older).

  • So what can YOU do to help!!!

    There are two simple things we all can do. First; make a donation to organizations that are fighting this disease. Believe me when I tell you that 'NO DONATION IS TO SMALL'. Every penny counts in this fight.

    The second thing is something I asked my girlfriend to do yesterday. As a matter of fact I am going to ask for it as a 'Christmas Present'.

    Tell all the females in your 'Lifes Circle' to get a 'Breast Exam' as a Christmas Gift to you. It is a gift that may well keep them at your side happy and healthy for many years to come.

    'Breast cancer is not just a disease that strikes at women. It strikes at the very heart of who we are as women: how others perceive us, how we perceive ourselves, how we live, work and raise our families-or whether we do these things at all.~~ Debbie Wasserman Schultz'

    I didn't know anything about breast cancer when I got it.~~Rue McClanahan(from The Golden Girls). 

    The world lost Rue McClanahan in 2010. Please do not let any woman you know ever have to make a statement like Rue did. Get them the information even if they will not do it themselves.

    Love ya,

    Thursday, October 13, 2011

    This Is a Very Serious Blog!!~~~WTF??~~Who Said That??

    It is true that this blog is a very serious undertaking and only speaks to the most inportant and and up to date issues that affect our everyday lives. That is why I have this 'earth shattering' blog post to lay before you today.

    There is nothing more important to the 'male' consciousness than BOOBS!!

    Men see this and they rush off to the bathroom and, aaaaaaaaa, OH Yeah,,brush their teeth, no comb their hair, well we are doing something productive in there.

    Not many men  look at breasts and have this mental picture appears to them.

    No matter how we see these lovely 'God provided pillows of male lust' we have produced a vocabulary of terms to describe them that seems endless. Some examples of the 'monikers' men have placed upon them are:

    THE GIRLS(which is actually feminine in origin)

    It is anazing what two beautiful half globed shaped objects can conjure up in the minds of man!

    That brings me to this guy!!

                                             Phillip Winikof 81 Years Old

    This pervert went door to door, in Florida 2006, claiming to be a doctor and offering 'Free Breast Exams'. You heard me right!! 'Free Breast Exams'. Two women consented to the exams.

    Pervy was convicted!!!!

    A similar case in Idaho, involving a woman claiming to be a plastic surgeon and examining breasts in bars, is being investigated.

    It is amazing how far some one will go to get their hands on a pair of breasts.

    Now my most outrageous statement of this blog. Or Is It?

    I want every woman to find a certain man, and in some cases a woman, and expose your 'breasts' to them before the end of the month. Allow these individuals to touch them.


    October is Breast Cancer Awareness Month!!!

    Get a breast examine this month and maybe save your life!! Take a friend with you and maybe save her life!!

    Life is way to short to mess with 'The Big  C'!!

    See I told you that this blog was very serious!!!

    Love ya

    Wednesday, October 12, 2011

    Life Is One Decision After Another~~~It Is My Time To Decide!!

    There is a line, from a movie, that came back to me in the wee hours of this morning. 'There is a time that you have to give up what you want to do and do what you are supposd to do'. I like to call these types of sayings 'Crossroads Sayings' because they imply a change of course is a possibility in one's life. I am at one such crossroad. I have been at crossroads before but all those crossings were early in my life when time was my ally not my enemy.

    For many years I made my living as a Physical Therapist and I loved doing it everyday. Helping people at one of the worst times of their lives and making a difference to improve that life was an amazing way to enhance my life. But doing that work, no matter how satisfying, was not what I really wanted to do with my life. When I look back I can see that I chose Physical Therapy for all the wrong reasons. I treated it as a career but in my heart I chose it because it would provide me with a good life. And for many years it did just that; a good and easy life was mine.

    Good and easy became less satisfying and even getting up to go to work was becoming a mental burden. When I hit that crossroad, and just after my divorce, I decided to try and do what I really wanted to do. See, I was raised to believe that taking care of your family is what you are supposed to do. Even if you suffered doing it as long as the family was in good shape you continued on until your time was up. I was born in an era that you were considered to have led a good life if you got your children to college, got them married, you became a grand parent and you limped off into the sunset happily ever after.

    What, I thought, I was supposed to do with my life is to provide for my family and work myself into an early grave like my father. Don't get me wrong; my father was a fantastic man and an amazing provider but I swear he never did what he really wanted to do with his life because he always put the family first. He led a good life and a very successful one but was gone from us at age 49. His loss impacted the rest of my life.

      At that crossroad, and having lost everything through divorce,  I chose to try and do what 'I' always felt was what I was meant to do. "WRITE"!! I love it and I am at my best when I an in front of my computer hamering out a story or this blog.

    I have been providing for myself by doing research for other writers and it has been a decent living. Recently my sources of employment have dried up and I find myself at yet another crossroad.

    Give up full time writing and get a job to fill the ecomnomic void or continue on as I am and have a fairly uncertain future. It is a tough decision; balancing what I feel is my calling with my desire to eat regularly and have a decent place to live.

    I know I can hear your minds working!! Why can't he do both? I have asked that question, of myself, many times. If I am working, at whatever job it might be, I find that I write less and lose some enthusiasm. I need to do this full time or not at all. I have never been one for halfway measures.

    So this morning I have chosen to struggle on after examining my financial condition. I can stretch out my full time writing time to two years before I reach a critical point. Longer if I can supplement with some writing income.

    I have watched Second Life singers for years struggle with their craft while balancing what, I believe they really want to do, with what they have to do to survive. Frankly they may only be happy when they are on that stage providing us with the joys of their talants.

    My stage is sitting in front of my computer and developing a story. It is where I find happiness and fullfillment. I want people to read what I write but more importantly I write so that people have a chance to read it. I write because I feel whole when I am being productive. I am not giving up that feeling so I can have a little more meat on the table.

    Another crossroad navigated. I am sure there will be many more in the time I have left on God's good Earth.

    Love ya,

    Monday, October 10, 2011

    What A Surprise!!~~~I Look Nothing Like My Avatar!!

    “There comes a time when you have to stand up and shout:
    This is me damn it! I look the way I look, think the way I think, feel the way I feel, love the way I love! I am a whole complex package. Take me... or leave me. Accept me - or walk away! Do not try to make me feel like less of a person, just because I don't fit your idea of who I should be and don't try to change me to fit your mold. If I need to change, I alone will make that decision.
    When you are strong enough to love yourself 100%, good and bad - you will be amazed at the opportunities that life presents you.”Stacey Charter.

    I know that everyone will be totally surprised, lol, that I look nothing like my avatar. After all he represents an image of me. But kiddies I not that 30's something, good looking, tall or the muscled specimen that is dancing through Second Life every night. I know this shocks you and you cringe at even thinking about it.

    In reality I am an average guy with the struggles that we all face each day. My avatar represents, as many of yours do, my self image. I am not saying that the face that I see each morning, while shaving, is that of Second Life's ZoiloBrando. One could only wish, lol.

    What my avatar will tell you is how I feel inside. I have always had a poor self image as far as my looks go. Even when I was younger when I actually looked pretty good. But rarely has my 'inner self image' suffered from a lack of ego and what is probably way to much pride. I am, in fact, an average looking man with a high level of intelligence, a shaky level of common sense, which many men suffer from, and all the insecurities and idiosyncrasies that a long and sometimes difficult life has provided me. Now that was a mouth full,,lol.

    Like any man, well actually most human beings, I need the occasional pat on the back or push to achieve. As much as I love working on this blog, my short stories or my, what seems like, never ending work on my novel; I find it  quite difficult to sit at the computer each day and be productive. These days I have that little push I need in the form of a 'beautiful avatar', Friendly Story, who encourages me, is honest about my work and who at any instant will kick my ass if I falter. She even massages my 'ego' at times while managing to keep it in check. No small job.

    Does Friendly look like her avatar? Lets just say that there is nothing about the Real Life Friendly that is any less beautiful than the avatar I dance with every night. We are lucky enough to share a wonderful life together, in Second Life, that spills over into Real Life in small but fantastic ways. Talk about building my self image,,lol.

    OK! Here is the real deal. Attraction in Real life begins with 'physical attraction'. This is no less true in Second Life. Those that attract others in SL are people that attend to their avatars appearance with pride. Those that have sloppy avatars tend to portray a sloopy image to others. I am not sure whether this is Second Life mimicking Real Life or visa verse. You decide!

    It is only after the physical attraction brings two people together that they can decide if the 'cerebral attraction', the more important of the two, is able to lay a ground work for a relationship. The old saying ' beauty is only skin deep' works in both Second Life and Real Life. Especially true in Second Life as a new skin is only a few hundred Linden Dollars away form the now you and the more beautiful you.

    You will find what you are looking for if you allow yourself to get beyond your own self image and get to know someone on that all important cerebral level. In Second Life the physical attraction only goes a short distance as, and we have to admit this, most of us have very good looking avatars. Because of our situations, as Second Life avatars, we reach the interaction, on a cerebral level, much faster than our Real Life counterparts.

    Get over the self image hump and you will be dancing all the way to a very good Second Life relationship. Believe me I know because I am lucky enough to be living a fantastic life with Friendly.

    “All that we are is the result of what we have thought. The mind is everything. What we think we become.”~~Buddha.

    Love ya,

    PS.....Thank You Precious!!