The Joy of Dealing With corporate America

In the effort to continually be a good, intelligent mate, and keep a wary eye on incoming expenses...The female of the pack has to continually be on the lookout for the weakest link...The one bill that sticks out as the biggest liability to the pack....Cut it from the rest, hunt it down...And annihilate said beast and replace it with one more in tune with the packs harmonic structure....Hence the death of SBC....a foul beast...Unwilling to cooperate with the rest of the bills....Wanting to penalize us for finding a better deal by doubling the price of our DSL service.....BAD CHOICE....For to mess with the female of the pack is to piss the male of the pack off....In a BIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIG way....And cause him to send down the order that "the service must go....Find a better deal" and thus the female begins the quest to find that one GREAT deal....And the hunt begins...Looking diligently through webpage after webpage until the alpha pair find and choose the one product and/or service that stands head and shoulders above the rest, therefore rendering the beast known as SBC DSL completely useless. The female snickers wickedly, her instinct for "going straight for the juggler" thus satisfied, causing the male to pat her on the shoulder and tell her what a wonderful, attentive mate she truly is.....And the entire pack can now rest easy, knowing the the female in on the prowl, still looking for other great deals for her family...

A Woman That Truly Understands Romance

A woman who understands me, who loves me, just the way I am. This is what I've been searching for, when I first met Carrie , I was at a stage in my life when I was so tired of all the passed stuff (relationship wise) that I've pretty much given up,I have made some mistakes in my past , and always tried to do the best I could, but it seems that when things got down to the important things of life ,their was always something that didn't quite fit, to find a woman who knew me and truly liked me "just like I am" , none of this stuff about "this could work if you would just"or the "you should know , I shouldn't have to tell you","or you just don't get it"
or some such thing , then the next step was to find out "if" this person who actually "liked you ,could possibly "love" you ,just as you are , (and of course you truly "love" them, just the way they are) in order for this to work, it has to go both ways and has to be genuine.
for me that meant the woman had to be attractive,exceptionally kind ,caring, loving, open-minded ,intelligent , strong ,witty,not married, "or taken" knew who she was (not searching for her identity ,sexual or otherwise), willing to love me just the way I am and put up with a whole lot of stuff , (I'm not rich, I always work, I'm an eccentric, I have electronics as a hobby (maybe a disease),I've never considered my self a "prize" but I work hard. This woman would have to be one tough cookie to put up with my odd personality my strange past , which could pop up at any time, (I'm a good cook, but I would want her to be able to do that too).And then there are those moral and religious convitions of mine, but through out this all , there is a few things that are even more important ... ... ... The woman would have to truly understand romance , I know this sounds strange to some people out there, but it can be ,(and I believe is) an Important part of a relationship, so she would have to understand (without me having to explain "why") that if, I for instance give her something like a $2.00 bill that that's romantic , or if I, just out of the blue touch her hair ,(or even messed it up a little),that's romantic, if I bring her home something like titaium shavings from work or a ring made out of a strange piece of metal, It's romantic, not only was I thinking of her, but it also means I truly love her..... ..
So , It was a simple problem , I just had to find "just one exceptionally ,attractive, truly unattached, unmarried, loving, caring,decent, smart ,witty,bright,woman, who was able to love me and like me and put up with me and work with me and who understands romance and who excepts me just the way I am ,(also , did I mention she has to be honest, and have unconditional love, and be a sweetheart, and be able to put up with all kind of crazyness, and have a good sense of humor (likes the three stooges) and must enjoy things like cb radio ,electronics, (homemade amplifiers), solder and all kinds of electronc stuff being strewn about (in my own space of course) AND, would be able to keep MY electronic junk apart from HER electronic junk strewn about in HER space. Of course she should ALSO be willing to share HER space with MY space on occasion.....so, where am I going to find this wonderful, incredible woman? Needless to say, I DID find her, all of these wonderful qualities rolled up into one package in Carrie, my fiancee and future bride. To be continued...

Such a quiet week...

Easter came and went with nary a visit from yon Easter Bunny....seeing that I am 43....maybe he thinks I am just too old......I beg to differ...what I DID get, however, was a suprise. I awoke at 3 in the afternoon (which is what happens when you've raised all of your children...along with a few that were not your own...and are currently enjoying the life of a "Domestic goddess") and my yummy husband-to-be has prepared an turkey dinner, complete with the chocolate cream pie that I have been craving for a few weeks now, and sitting in the middle of the table..is a dozen red roses ( that said yummy man has) mixed in several small orchids amoung them...and I smile. He kisses me lovingly...asks me how I slept (considering the I didn't get to bed until after the sun came up...I guess ok) and tells me that he wanted to give me something "special" in return for all of the holidays that our sons and I have made special for him. (He hadn't had alot of great holidays in his life until we had come along and gave him a taste of Holiday life Hillbilly style) and I smile, looking at this wonderful man and I wonder silently..."Should I be angry over the fact that not only is this man smarter than I, prettier than I, more sucessful than I...and he's a better cook than I........................................................NAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA...just be sure to keep him! I say to myself as he serves me my dinner and we give thanks for all we have

The Adventures Of Dr. Gene And WonderMum

The Adventures Of Dr. Gene And WonderMum

So, this is blogging, new experience , writing so the whole world has access to what was once consider a diary, the world has truly became a much smaller and scarier place. Oh, the power of the computer, once considered a "geeks toy" , now it replaces our telephones, it's our entertainment, our mail , our newspaper, our soap box , our coupons, our babysitter,our nightwatchman, our writing and reading median, our spy , our source of most all our communication , for many it's their employment , their teacher, their source of recreation ,their shopping centers , their inspiration , their hope for a better life ,etc.,etc.,.Somehow , people never learn the lesson that history has taught us over eons of time , people need people, this machine is just that, a machine , and it also proves, we all have a little geek in us , this blogging , does seem interesting, but , I must take some more time to consider what this really means ... ... ... ...to be continued ... ... ... .. dr.g.

Christmas With Comet

I remember this last Christmas Eve....Gene came home with a twinkle in his eye...(no....not THAT twinkle ladies! such thoughts on my nice clean blog!) anyway....he smiled his handsome "Gene" smile, takes me in his arms and kisses me with his smooth as all hell "Gene" kiss and asks me if I feel like going somplace special. I, in my own schoolgirl "oh my GAWD he's sooooooooooooo cute" type of way giggle and say yes. So off we go to the gateway city to Tilley's Park (pardon me if that's spelled wrong) and he pulls in to the parking lot and there sits, all in a row, several LOVELY horses...and attached to the horses are sleighs. We had gotten there around 5:30 in the evening, just as the sun was gasping it's last breath of the evening before it retired until the next day. It took everyting I had not to squeal in delight. Gene gets out of the car and takes me by the hand and leads me to a large black stallion named Comet. I immediately lapse into shameless babytalk as I nuzzle and pet the gorgeous creature, and, My handsome Lover asks me if I would care to take a ride in a carraige with him. I'm not stupid...I, of course, say yes, and he helps me up into the massive carraige and settles in beside me and covers us up with a tartan blanket that has surely been just waiting there for us to notice it.
At Tilley Park each year they have a festival of lights, and so Christy (Comet's owner) begins to drive us through the large park slowly as Gene takes my hand, smiles that "Gene" smile, and kisses it...and we spend the remainder of the ride talking to the young lady in the front of the carraige and taking turns kissing each other's hands. We spent the next 45 minutes in a perfect winter wonderland fantasy, surrounded by lights of every shape and size. After the ride is finished My fiancee paid the young lady quite a handsome sum of money and I spend at least five more minutes nuzzling and babytalking the poor stallion, thanking him for the magical ride. and Gene then takes me to a perfectly romantic dinner. Afterwards we went home...went to bed, held each other closely , kissing and giggling about our evening as we thanked God for our perfect Christmas Eve...

The Blessings of Sons and Neices

I look at our sons, and I think "My God! where did the time go" wasn't it just yesterday that my oldest was with me out on my parent's farm? Running through the mud, chasing chickens and ducks? Carrying the poor cats upside down and then wondering why they wiggled out of his grasp....good times. I also think back and remember my two neices (One of whom I raised) digging out in the yard at the farm for buried treasure. My father and I would sneek out and place coins and arrowheads under the dirt and then the two girls would go back to digging, thinking they had REALLY found buried treasure, keeping those little girls happy all afternoon, giggling with my dad as we watched them keep digging...running in to get ice cream and juice, then running out to dig some more, never figuring out that they were uncovering the SAME coins and arrowheads over and over...

Dr. Gene

What can I tell you about Gene? I met him just over 5 years ago...and he changed my life forever...We met over the phone, quite by accident. We found that we thought one another interesting...and after a few weeks of speaking via Ma Bell...decided to meet. I remember praying the entire way there (to our first date) that this man would be kind, and loving, and handsome, and intelligent enough to carry on a conversation with, and that if HE were the one for me...for God to let us both know it right away. Boy, was THAT prayer answered! (lol) Within 5 minutes of meeting one another, we were talking in this wierd shorthand that, amazingly enough, we both understood. *I sit and laugh as I think of that first evening* This had to be what most would call the most boring first date in history...but not Gene and I. After dinner, we had to go shopping (an errand for my mother) and so we wandered around Wal-Mart (hand in hand) and did my shopping. We then wandered around Movie Gallery (again hand in hand)simply not wanting our evening to end. We both knew...within the first few minutes of meeting each other...that our lives had been changed undeniably, forever. We stayed in constant touch after that. We lived over 100 miles apart, but, that didn't matter. All of our freetime was now to be spent on the phone with one another...talking, praying, making plans. Every weekend for years to come, we would be together. Gene would drive after having worked 16 hours a day for the last five days to come see me. (I live in a small town so the local motel merchant and his family got to know us VERY well! lol. It was odd though, from the beginning, Gene and I KNEW that our relationship was special...and that we wanted to KEEP it that way. So we endeavered to master two things (by the way....pardon my horrible spelling) to NOT have sex until after we were married, and, to NEVER intentionaly hurt one another. This was a real chore more times than one...but, we stuck to our promise. We've never had a problem not hurting one another...it was the no sex part that got us...but we got used to it over the years. We found other "ways" of doing things if you catch my drift.
Well...enough of that. About my Gene. What can I say about him? He's tall, and strong, and handsome and charming...sweet beyond compare. He has a gentle heart and soul that lifts me out of my bad self esteem, my worries over being too fat or too old, he supports me in everything I do. He holds me when I don't even realize that I need it....and chuckles and laughs and snuggles with me late at night as we lay in bed. He dreams with me, massages my back as I sleep, cooks wonderful meals, takes me out to wonderful places..and is a wonderful and much loved father to my children. He knows me better than I know myself...and Gene...if you are reading this...I love you...and I thank God for you everyday of my life...and I can't wait for June 23rd...so I can become Mrs Dr. Gene!

How Did I Get Here?

Dearest God,

How did I get to this place? This place in my life that shows me just how blessed I am...I sit in this house that you gave my fiancee and I...sure it's old...but I love it's history. I look at our collies running around our yard...barking like maniacs....and the cats...looking at me as if they cannot BELIEVE I am in THEIR house (after all...we all know we humans were put on this Earth simply to serve them!)and I feel so much love....YOUR love...(Which Gene and I place first in our lives of course), the love I share with Gene(which will take an entirely different entry for me to talk about, his love for me is so full), the love I have for our sons, and they for us. Our neices (Christy and Amanda) and our Nephew (Dyllan) all of which we love to pieces, and all the rest of our family (which has grown painfully small due to death), and I can't help but to say thank you Lord...for everything, all of the love, and laughter, and joy...even for the pain, and sorrow and hard times. I say this because, through all of these things...I know that you are REAL...and that your love for us is real..and here..and strong....thank you.