Dream Big.

mI was talking about this song last night and I had not heard it in a while so I decided that I would post it on here....The lyrics can teach you something if you let them. I`ll post them under the video...Have a good weekend everybody!

When you cry be sure to dry your eyes,
cause better days are sure to come.
And when you smile be sure to smile wide,
and don't let them know that they have one.
And when you walk, walk with pride,
and don't show the hurt inside,
because the pain sill soon be gone.

And when you dream, dream big, as big as the ocean blue. Cause when you dream it might come true.
When you dream, dream big.

And when you laugh be sure to laugh out loud,
cause it will carry all your cares away.
And when you see, see the beauty
all around and in yourself, and it will help you feel okay.
And when you pray, pray for strength
to help to carry on when the troubles come your way.


When you cry be sure to dry your eyes,
cause better days are sure to come.
And when you smile be sure to smile wide, and
don't let them know that they have one.
And when you laugh be sure to laugh out loud,
it will carry all your cares away.
And when you see, see the beauty all
around and in yourself, and it will help you feel okay.
And when you pray, pray for strength to
help to carry on when the troubles come your way.

More Atenttion than he Deserves....


This guy gets way to much press! All he does is want attention and so you know what I am going to give him some on my blog. I do not think that it is a threat to anyone in The MLB league or baseball fan for him to threaten that he will not be a part of The hall of fame induction....He DOES NOT DESERVE IT. I hope he does not go it will just show people what kind of team player he really was. Just one more time to spit in your fan bases face. Way to go Barry. Old and Tainted....You are going out it style. I give credit to his 756 record breaker because that is an accomplishment..Steroids or not....But his attitude discredits any accomplishment. Bring on your comments :) (Positive or Negative) LOL

NEW YORK (AP) -- Barry Bonds would boycott Cooperstown if the Hall of Fame displays his record-breaking home run ball with an asterisk.

That includes skipping his potential induction ceremony.

"I won't go. I won't be part of it," Bonds said in an interview with MSNBC that aired Thursday night. "You can call me, but I won't be there."

The ball Bonds hit for home run No. 756 this season will be branded with an asterisk and sent to the Hall. Fashion designer Marc Ecko bought the ball in an online auction and set up a Web site for fans to vote on its fate. In late September, he announced fans voted to send the ball to Cooperstown with an asterisk.

Of course, the asterisk suggests Bonds' record is tainted by alleged steroid use. The slugger has denied knowingly using performance-enhancing drugs. Fans brought signs with asterisks to ballparks this season as he neared Hank Aaron's career home run mark.

Bonds has called Ecko "an idiot."

"I don't think you can put an asterisk in the game of baseball, and I don't think that the Hall of Fame can accept an asterisk," Bonds said. "You cannot give people the freedom, the right to alter history. You can't do it. There's no such thing as an asterisk in baseball."

Hall of Fame vice president Jeff Idelson declined to comment Thursday night.

Hall president Dale Petroskey has said accepting the ball doesn't mean the museum endorses the viewpoint that Bonds used illegal substances. He said the museum would be "delighted" to have the ball.

"It's a historic piece of baseball history," Petroskey said in September.

So, if the Hall goes through with the asterisk display?

"I will never be in the Hall of Fame. Never," Bonds said. "Barry Bonds will not be there.

"That's my emotions now. That's how I feel now. When I decide to retire five years from now, we'll see where they are at that moment," he added. "We'll see where they are at that time, and maybe I'll reconsider. But it's their position and where their position will be will be the determination of what my decision will be at that time."

Giants general manager Brian Sabean reiterated Thursday that the team won't bring back Bonds next season. The seven-time NL MVP, who has spent 15 of his 22 major league seasons in San Francisco, was asked whether he will retire as a Giant.

"Yeah, it's my house. No matter what that's my house, no one's going to take that away, no one ever," Bonds answered. "No one's going to take the love of that city of me away, ever."

Bonds, who has 762 homers, broke Aaron's record with a shot into the right-center seats off Washington Nationals pitcher Mike Bacsik at San Francisco on Aug. 7.

Matt Murphy, a 21-year-old student and construction supervisor from New York, emerged from a scuffle holding the ball. He said he decided to sell it because he couldn't afford to pay the taxes required to keep it.

Bonds told MSNBC he hoped to reach 764 homers because he was born in July 1964. He said he's been working out and still is considering whether to play next season.

"I may hit two home runs so I can go home. I just think that I have a lot of game left. I think that I can help a team with a championship," Bonds said. "I'm a hell of a part-time player, too."

Bonds said he won't talk to George Mitchell's staff looking into steroids use in baseball while he is under investigation in the BALCO case. A grand jury has been investigating whether Bonds committed perjury when he testified he never knowingly took performance-enhancing drugs.

"I know it ends in January, so a couple more months. But I haven't been keeping up with it. Not at all," Bonds said. "I have nothing to hide. I have said that before and I will say it now and I will look you in the face. I have nothing to hide, nothing. So look all you want to."

Come to my 999th Birthday Bash.

He looks strange but he is obviously very smart, If he is right... Please consider this an invitation to my 999th Birthday bash where we will "Party like it`s 1999!" - All over again LOL. ;) HGH anyone? Barry Bonds might have been on to something. (That was for you Danny C. - It`s probably the only positive thing I will ever say about him too! haha - this is no about him though) =)

The Invincible Man
Aubrey de Grey, 44 Going on 1,000, Wants Out of Old Age

By Joel Garreau
Washington Post Staff Writer
Wednesday, October 31, 2007; C01

Aubrey de Grey may be wrong but, evidence suggests, he's not nuts. This is a no small assertion. De Grey argues that some people alive today will live in a robust and youthful fashion for 1,000 years.

In 2005, an authoritative publication offered $20,000 to any molecular biologist who could demonstrate that de Grey's plan for treating aging as a disease -- and curing it -- was "so wrong that it was unworthy of learned debate."

Now mere mortals -- who may wish to be significantly less mortal -- can judge whether de Grey's proposals are "science or fantasy," as the magazine put it. De Grey's much-awaited "Ending Aging: The Rejuvenation Breakthroughs That Could Reverse Human Aging in Our Lifetime" has just been published.

The judges were formidable for that MIT Technology Review challenge prize. They included Rodney Brooks, then director of MIT's Computer Science and Artificial Intelligence Laboratory; Nathan Myhrvold, former chief technology officer of Microsoft; and J. Craig Venter, who shares credit for first sequencing the human genome.

In the end, they decided no scientist had succeeded in blowing de Grey out of the water. "At issue is the conflict between the scientific process and the ambiguous status of ideas that have not yet been subjected to that process," Myhrvold wrote for the judges.

Well yes, that. Plus the question that has tantalized humans forever. What if the only certainty is taxes?

* * *

Dodging death has long been a dream.

Our earliest recorded legend is that of Gilgamesh, who finds and loses the secret of immortality.

The Greek goddess Eos prevails on Zeus to allow her human lover Tithonus to live eternally, forgetting, unfortunately, to ask that he also not become aged and frail. He winds up such a dried husk she turns him into a grasshopper.

In "It Ain't Necessarily So," Ira Gershwin writes:

Methus'lah lived nine hundred years

Methus'lah lived nine hundred years

But who calls dat livin' when no gal'll give in

To no man what's nine hundred years.

Aubrey David Nicholas Jasper de Grey, 44, recently of Britain's Cambridge University, advocates not myth but "strategies for engineering negligible senescence," or SENS. It means curing aging.

With adequate funding, de Grey thinks scientists may, within a decade, triple the remaining life span of late-middle-age mice. The day this announcement is made, he believes, the news will hit people like a brick as they realize that their cells could be next. He speculates people will start abandoning risky jobs, such as being police officers, or soldiers.

De Grey's looks are almost as striking as his ambitions.

His slightly graying chestnut hair is swept back into a ponytail. His russet beard falls to his belly. His mustache -- as long as a hand -- would have been the envy of Salvador Dali. When he talks about people soon putting a higher premium on health than wealth, he twirls the ends of his mustache back behind his ears, murmuring, "So many women, so much time."

A little over six feet tall and lean -- he weighs 147 pounds, the same as in his teenage years -- de Grey shows up in a denim work shirt open to the sternum, ripped jeans and scuffed sneakers, looking for all the world like a denizen of Silicon Valley.

Not far from the mark. De Grey's original academic field is computer science and artificial intelligence. He has become the darling of some Silicon Valley entrepreneurs who think changing the world is all in a day's work. Peter Thiel, the co-founder and former CEO of PayPal -- who sold it in 2002 for $1.5 billion, pocketing $55 million himself -- has dropped $3.5 million on de Grey's Methuselah Foundation.

"I thought he had this rare combination -- a serious thinker who had enough courage to break with the crowd," Thiel says. "A lot of people who are not conventional are not serious. But the real breakthroughs in science are made by serious thinkers who are willing to work on research areas that people think are too controversial or too implausible."

At midday in George Washington University's Kogan Plaza off H Street NW, you are surrounded by firm, young flesh. Muscular young men saunter by in sandals, T-shirts and cargo shorts. Young blond women sport clingy, sleeveless tops, oversize sunglasses and the astounding array of subtle variations available in flip-flops and painted toenails.

Is this the future? you ask de Grey.

"Yes, it is precisely the future," he says. "Except without people who look as old as you and me."

"Of course the world will be completely different in all manner of ways," de Grey says of the next few decades. His speech is thick, fast and mellifluous, with a quality British accent.

"If we want to hit the high points, number one is, there will not be any frail elderly people. Which means we won't be spending all this unbelievable amount of money keeping all those frail elderly people alive for like one extra year the way we do at the moment. That money will be available to spend on important things like, well, obviously, providing the health care to keep us that way, but that won't be anything like so expensive. Secondly, just doing the things we can't afford now, giving people proper education and not just when they're kids, but also proper adult education and retraining and so on.

"Another thing that's going to have to change completely is retirement. For the moment, when you retire, you retire forever. We're sorry for old people because they're going downhill. There will be no real moral or sociological requirement to do that. Sure, there is going to be a need for Social Security as a safety net just as there is now. But retirement will be a periodic thing. You'll be a journalist for 40 years or whatever and then you'll be sick of it and you'll retire on your savings or on a state pension, depending on what the system is. So after 20 years, golf will have lost its novelty value, and you'll want to do something else with your life. You'll get more retraining and education, and go and be a rock star for 40 years, and then retire again and so on."

The mind reels. Will we want to be married to the same person for a thousand years? Will we need religion anymore? Will the planet fill to overflowing?

But first -- why are these questions coming up now? And why are we listening to answers from Aubrey de Grey?

Appalled at the Carnage

De Grey became the archenemy of aging in two steps.

"The first stage happened when I was probably 8 or 9 years old. My mother wanted me to practice the piano, and I would resist it.

"She'd already somehow brought me up to be very analytical and introspective. So I realized it was very straightforward. The best possible outcome of my putting in this enormous time at the piano is that I would become a good pianist. That wasn't good enough. I would make a minimal difference in the world, because there were plenty of other very good pianists already. Well, that won't do. What I actually wanted to do with my life is make a difference to the world. That led me into science very quickly."

In his teens he heard the siren song of the the first British microcomputers, the Sinclairs and Acorns, and never looked back. Computer science filled his undergraduate years at Cambridge and became the field in which he spent more than a decade.

The second stage started when he was 26. De Grey fell in love with and married a geneticist, Adelaide Carpenter, who is 19 years his senior.

He learned a lot of biology over the dinner table, he says, and gradually became driven by the notion that "aging is responsible for two-thirds of all death -- now that means worldwide 100,000 people every single day -- and in the industrialized world, it is something like 90 percent."

The further he got into Carpenter's world and that of her senior colleagues, the more incensed he became that biologists and gerontologists just accept this carnage.

"I was appalled. Utterly appalled. I began to realize the profound difference of motivation and mind-set between scientists on the one hand and technologists and engineers on the other hand."

In his world of information technology, the norm is making the world new. Try something and if it doesn't work, try something else. Science doesn't pave the way for engineering, it's the other way around. Intel figures out a way to make wires only a few molecules thick. Why the circuits function is at best of passing interest -- as long as they do. Science can take years if not decades to catch up with an adequate explanation of the device's quantum mechanics. It is the final triumph of Edison over Einstein.

The idea of bringing pragmatism to biology made de Grey think "I might be able to make a contribution. I became very aware by this time that biology was critically short of synthesizers -- people who brought ideas together from disparate fields who came up with new ideas for experimentalists to do." So he got his PhD in biology from Cambridge and started scattering ideas like viruses.

Aging consists of seven critical kinds of damage, according to de Grey. For example, unwholesome goo accumulates in our cells. Our bodies have not evolved means quickly to clean up "intracellular aggregates such as lipofuscin." However, outside our bodies, microorganisms have eagerly and rapidly evolved to turn this toxic waste into compost. (De Grey made this connection because he knew two things: Lipofuscin is fluorescent and graveyards don't glow in the dark.)

By taking soil samples from an ancient mass grave, de Grey's colleagues in short order found the bacteria that digest lipofuscin as easily as enzymes in our stomachs digest a steak. The trick now is getting those lipofuscin-digesting enzymes into our bodies. That has not yet been done. But, de Grey says, comparable fundamental biotechnology is already in clinical use fighting diseases such as Tay-Sachs. So he sees it as merely an engineering problem.

Examples like this make up the 262 pages at the center of "Ending Aging."

"It's a repair and maintenance approach to extending the functional life span of a human body," de Grey says. "It's just like maintaining the functional life span of a classic car, or a house. We know -- because people do it -- that there is no limit to how long you can do that. Once you have a sufficiently comprehensive panel of interventions to get rid of damage and maintain these things, then, they can last indefinitely. The only reason we don't see that in the human body now is that the panel of interventions we have available to us today is not sufficiently comprehensive."

By 2005, his ideas had attracted enough attention as to no longer be merely controversial. De Grey was being pilloried as a full-blown heretic.

"The idea that a research programme organized around the SENS agenda will not only retard ageing, but also reverse it -- creating young people from old ones and do so within our lifetime, is so far from plausible that it commands no respect at all within the informed scientific community," wrote 28 biogerontologists in the journal of the European Molecular Biology Organization. Their recommendation: more of the patient, basic scientific research that is their stock in trade.

"Each idea that we decide to pursue will cost years of work and a great deal of money, so we spend a lot of time -- at meetings, seminars and in the library -- trying to search for and weigh alternatives, and looking for loopholes in our chain of arguments before they are pointed out to us either by peer reviewers or experimental results.

"Presented by an articulate, witty and colourful proponent, a flashy research agenda might catch the eye of a journalist or meeting organizer who is hunting for attention, publicity and an audience; however, the SENS agenda is easily recognized as a pretence by those with scientific experience.

"Why not simply debate with de Grey and let the most convincing arguments win? It is . . . our opinion that pretending that such a collection of ill-founded speculations is a useful topic for debate, let alone a serious guide to research planning, does more harm than good both for science and for society."

The resulting uproar was followed by the put-up-or-shut-up smack-down in MIT Technology Review. The upshot was intriguing.

"In our judgment none of the 'refutations' succeeded," Myhrvold, one of the judges, writes in an e-mail.

"It was a bit ironic because they were mostly the work of established scientists in mainstream gerontology who sought to brand de Grey as 'unscientific' -- yet the supposed refutations were themselves quite unscientific.

"The 'refutations' were either ad hominem attacks on de Grey, or arguments that his ideas would never work (which might be right, but that is what experiments are for), or arguments that portions of de Grey's work rested on other people's ideas. None of these refute the possibility that he is at least partially correct.

"This is not to say that the MIT group endorsed de Grey," Myhrvold emphasizes, "or thinks he has proven his case. He hasn't, but admits that upfront. All of science rests on ideas that were either unproven hypotheses or crazy speculations at one point. . . . The sad reality is that most crazy speculations fail. . . . We do not know today how to be forever young for 1,000 years, and I am deeply skeptical that we will figure it out in time for me!"

No Point in Being Miserable

Off the J Street food court at GWU, there is a cafe so metabolically correct that it features not only a vegan service bar, but, separately, a vegetarian service bar, which is not to be confused with the salad bar.

Seems like a good place for lunch with a man intent on immortality.

Not so much.

"I'm getting damn thirsty," de Grey announces.

What appeals to him is the Froggy Bottom Pub on Pennsylvania Avenue. "I like good beer, but I'm not really a snob about beer. I'm perfectly happy to drink Sam Adams, if that's what they have."

Aubrey de Grey is not interested in spending his next centuries miserable. He cheerfully chows down on french fries, heavily crusted deep-fried chicken and two dark beers.

So beyond the question of whether immortality is feasible, is it a good idea? For every Woody Allen who says, "I don't want to achieve immortality through my work; I want to achieve it through not dying," isn't there a Ralph Waldo Emerson who asks, "What would be the use of immortality to a person who cannot use well a half an hour?"

Why is it, when you bring up the idea of living forever -- even if robust and healthy, not drooling on your shoes -- some people just recoil viscerally?

"It's probably the majority that recoils viscerally," de Grey says. "It's what I call the pro-aging trance.

"Since the beginning of civilization, we have been aware that aging is ghastly and that aging is utterly inevitable. . . . So we have two choices. Either we spend our lives being preoccupied by this ghastly future or we find some way to get on with our miserably short lives and make the best of it.

"If we do that second thing, which is obviously the right thing to do, then it doesn't matter how irrational that rationalization might be. . . . It could be, well, we're all going to go to heaven. Or it could be, we're going to have overpopulation. Or it could be, it will be boring. Or, dictators will live forever.

"It doesn't matter what the answers are. It's so important for them to maintain their belief that aging is actually not such a bad thing, that they completely suspend any normal rational sense of proportion."

But if people don't die, won't we indeed fill the planet shoulder to shoulder?

"The birthrate is going to have to go down by an order of magnitude," de Grey acknowledges. "But even if that is going to be a severe problem, the question is not, do problems exist? The question is, are they serious enough to outweigh the benefits of saving 100,000 lives a day? That's the fundamental question. If you haven't got an argument that says that it's that serious that we shouldn't save 30 [bleeping] World Trade Centers every [bleeping] day, don't waste my time. It's a sense of proportion thing."

So de Grey soldiers on, not that it is anywhere written that anything he advocates will work. His approach, however, does have echoes in history.

On Oct. 9, 1903, the New York Times wrote:

"The flying machine which will really fly might be evolved by the combined and continuous efforts of mathematicians and mechanicians in from one million to ten million years."

On the same day, on Kill Devil Hill, N.C., in his diary, a bicycle mechanic named Orville Wright wrote:

"We unpacked rest of goods for new machine."


Where does it all go?

Since 9/11, the TSA has collected tons of items at airport security checkpoints. What happens to all that stuff? Here's how to buy TSA contraband.

Since 9/11, the Transportation Security Administration has collected tons of items at security checkpoints; in 2006 alone, screeners took in more than 13 million items. What happens to all that stuff? The TSA turns it over to state surplus property agencies, which tend to sell it online or at retail stores. (Sometimes the contraband is sold in bulk.)

The agencies say they'll reunite you with your prized pocketknife, if they can locate it. But they would much prefer that travelers figure out the rules and abide by them. "Our goal is for passengers not to bring this stuff on anymore, so we won't have to deal with it," says Steve Ekin, Georgia's surplus property division director. Here's where to look, and what you might find.

Airports: 14 in Florida and Alabama, including Miami, Orlando, Huntsville, and Birmingham
Where to buy: eBay (seller ID: alstatesurplus)
Typical deal: Golf driver $100
Craziest items? "There are always lots of plastic fake swords that people buy at Walt Disney World, so there are probably lots of mad kids."
Info: adeca.state.al.us/surplus%20property

Airports: Atlanta, Savannah/Hilton Head
Where to buy: Stores in Tucker (Atlanta Surplus Center, 770/414-6468); Swainsboro (Swains­boro Surplus Center, 478/289-2623); and Americus (Americus Surplus Center, 229/931-2407)
Typical deal: Hammers $3, cordless drills $10
Craziest items? "We get flatware and kitchen knives stolen from restaurants, and we've received a bowling pin, a chain saw, and a few circular saws."
Info: surplusproperty.doas.georgia.gov

Airports: Chicago O'Hare, Chicago Midway, and occasionally four more in Illinois and Michigan
Where to buy: Auctions held at ibid.illinois.gov
Typical deal: 25 pounds of Swiss Army knives for $250
Craziest items? "On occasion, we'll see big bowie knives and ninja swords. And nunchucks--a lot of those come through."

Airports: Eight in various states, including Orlando and Miami (Alabama shares the loot), and Louisville
Where to buy: eBay (seller ID: kysurplus)
Typical deal: 50 Swiss Army knives for $250
Craziest items? "We've collected about 500 mini Louisville Slugger bats bought at the Louisville Slugger Museum."
Info: finance.ky.gov/internal/surplus

Airports: Portland and Eugene
Where to buy: eBay (seller ID: oregontrail2000)
Typical deal: 10 Leatherman multitools for $75
Craziest items? "Golf clubs and machetes."
Info: oregonsurplus.com

Airports: 13 from various states, including New York JFK, Newark, Philadelphia, and Cleveland
Where to buy: eBay (seller ID: pastatesurplus)
Typical deal: Deer-hunting kit (gut-slitting knife, multitool, pocket­knife, large safety pins, rope, flashlight) for $50
Craziest items? "We've received hundreds of pairs of fuzzy handcuffs and other ... paraphernalia--I wanted to create funny Valentine's Day kits, but folks here thought taxpayers wouldn't like it."
Info: dgs.state.pa.us/surp_prop

Airports: Seven across the state, including Dallas/Fort Worth and Austin
Where to buy: Austin Storefront in Austin, 512/463-1990
Typical deal: Scissors and corkscrews 25¢, knives 50¢, multitools $2.50
Craziest items? "Brass knuckles, crutches, and piñata sticks. And we once got a cane with a knife inside it."
Info: tfc.state.tx.us/communities/supportserv/prog/statesurplus

Washington State
Airports: Seattle-Tacoma, Spokane, and Tri-Cities
Where to buy: Auburn Retail Store in Auburn, 253/333-4912
Typical deal: Corkscrews for 25¢
Craziest items? "Lots of ulus--round Eskimo chopping blades. Also, a Sit'n Putt. It's a short-handled putter designed to be used while you're on the potty."
Info: ga.wa.gov/surplus

Note: This story was accurate when it was published. Please be sure to confirm all rates and details directly with the companies in question before planning your trip



27 days...

I found this on Youtube. It is all USAF pictures to a great pump up mix of patriotic songs...Things like this make me proud already of the decision I have made.


First Dates....

Some of these are really dumb and some of these are really funny. After reading through them I had to share...Any embarrassing first date stories?

Frights and Delights: First-Date Stories From Our Readers By Yahoo! readers Updated: Oct 31, 2007
comedy and tradegy
She wrote in her profile that she was the Marilyn Monroe type -- that in itself should have been a dead giveaway! When we finally met at a local restaurant, she told me how she felt she was a reincarnation of Marilyn, how she possessed ESP and was clairvoyant and knew from the first read of my profile that we were destined for one another. She said she knew that I was going to ask her out, even though she suggested the meeting, and we were going to live happily ever after. In fact, she never let me get a word in edgewise because she already knew all of the answers to the questions she was posing and answered them for me! Well, it goes to show you, "don't judge a book by its cover!" (I am talking about her profile pictures.) She was beautiful. However, as far as the ESP thing goes, I wonder if she knew I was never going to call her back! -- John

Our first date was just walking around downtown Seattle. We went shopping, just talking and talking. He said, before you go I want to show you something. He then proceeded to blindfold me and took me for a drive. It sounds scary, but it wasn't. We parked and me (still blindfolded) giggling like a little girl got out of the car and he led me down what felt like a grassy hill. Once we reached the bottom he took off the blindfold and there were dozens of bunnies all around us! We are talking cute, cuddly little rabbits. This place is just outside of Woodland Park Zoo. It was amazing. As he stood there in his biker leather jacket looking tough reaching out to pet a bunny, I could tell right then he was the man of my dreams. -- Shayla

The guy made 8 p.m. reservations
on a Friday evening at Moonshadows in Malibu. He came to pick me up at 8:45. He apologized for being late. He said he was nervous and drove around the block a gazillion times. His peace offering for being late -- flowers. Since we were running really late, he zoomed onto the freeway, cutting everyone off, going about 120. We get to the restaurant (in one piece, thank God!). It's now 10 past 9. Tons of people with reservations were waiting to be seated, however, we were seated promptly at the best table in the house. "Wow," I said. That was quite impressive. We had a great meal, conversation was so-so. We finished the dinner, then we ordered dessert. On my first bite of the creme brulee, he suddenly dropped down to the floor. I thought that maybe he had dropped his napkin. Then he stayed there... and got on one knee! He proposed to me and I looked at him with complete and utter shock! Then he took it upon himself to announce to the whole room that I said yes, even though I was left totally speechless! Everyone started clapping and wishing us congratulations. It was all so surreal. During our grand, celebrated exit at this fine dining establishment (people still congratulating us BTW), I asked him what in the world all that was about. He said that in order to keep the reservations, he had to tell the host he was going to ask for my hand in marriage and tonight was the night. He gets an A for effort and creativity...but boy, did I turn as red as a plum! -- Beautifulsoul

We decided to meet for dinner
and a movie. He was there before me and I had told him that I was starving and couldn't wait to get something to eat. He told me that he wasn't that hungry and just wanted to go to the movie (strike one). So, I told him that I'd just get something there to eat and I told him which movie I wanted to see. He agreed and ran to the passenger side of my car telling me that he's "never been in a sports car before" (strike two). Halfway to the movies, he told me that he didn't want to see the same movie as I did, he wanted to go to "the dollar show" to see something that I did not want to see. OK, now I'm stuck with him. (Stopped counting the strikes). So, we go into the theater... I bought myself my dollar ticket, a small popcorn and a small soda. When we got into the movie, he started to reach over and help himself to my popcorn and my soda! I couldn't do it anymore, I finally cracked and told him all the stuff he did wrong and I told him to leave his grubby little hands off my stuff and that I was going home, and I left him there. He actually had the nerve to ask my friend to tell me that he wanted to go on a second date with me! -- Rita

Our first date was his sister's idea
. She had suggested to him that he take me to a local amusement park. I loved the idea when he asked me and was really looking forward to it. But I was really nervous about being on rides. I hadn't been to an amusement park or on rides since I was a kid. When we got there we totally let our inner child out and had a blast. Then he suggested we go on one of the rides. I was petrified! I leaned into him in our little car and hung onto his arm. I thought, "I don't care if he thinks I'm forward, I'm holding on!" That broke the ice and it was immediately comfortable and like we'd known each other longer. We've been together for 2 years and 8 months. -- Anne

After communicating for a month
, we decided to meet in person. His profile implied he was a 40-year-old man; football build and tall. When I saw him, he was 65 and grey haired.
“The first thing he asked me was, "So what are you looking for in the next man?"”
The first thing he asked me was, "So what are you looking for in the next man?" "Someone younger," I replied. He got up and left. -- Andrea

My first date with a man my mother "thought" she'd picked out for me
was just ordinary, a movie and popcorn. But when we got back to my house, he put his hands around my waist and told me he'd like to put me in a croaker sack and take me home and put me on his TV set. I was only 17, but that incensed me. I angrily told my mama about it and she laughed so hard she got the hiccups. "I knew he was the man for you," she said. He must have been. We've been married 45 years now. -- Janet

I had talked to this guy a few times
, and then we made plans to meet for lunch one day. Over the course of our phone calls, I had disclosed that I love big trucks, 4 x 4, double cabs, off road package...the more the better. This man had asked me why I loved them so much and I told him that I think they're sexy and I think it's sexy to be a tiny woman and to drive a big truck and he thought that was great. We met for lunch, hit it off really good and he told me that he was "pleasantly surprised" at how much he enjoyed lunch. He asked if I was busy for the rest of the day, and I wasn't. He asked if I would like to go to some dealerships and look at "big trucks." I would have never thought I could have so much fun truck shopping. We had such a good time that we then both went home and changed and went out for dinner and a movie later together. -- Sharon

I went on a date with a co-worker
I'd known for a while. When we sat down at our table, I tried to discreetly spit my gum into my napkin. I missed, and it landed in my lap. Sigh. Later on, he reached his hand across the table (I thought he was going to caress my cheek) and pulled a piece of lettuce out of my hair. Believe it or not, we had more dates. -- Joanne

Back in my 20s I responded to a personals ad in the paper
and met this gal at a bar. She loved to drink and so did the six friends she brought with her. She then told me about a car accident she was in and wanted me to feel a soft part in her skull. Boy, did I ever want to run for the hills. After awhile it was pretty clear that this was going nowhere fast and I excused myself and left. I walked down the street and decided to go hear some music. While in line I met another gal and we decided to go for a walk. We walked for hours all over Boston talking and then just said goodnight. A nice end to an odd evening. -- Paul

Walking on Panama City Beach
after having fun at the amusement park, it started to rain. We spotted a little bridge over the beach and we get under it. Well, bet you can guess what happened after that. Eight months later, we were married. That was 32 years ago. -- Don
My favorite toy store

I love finding out about a person by taking them to my favorite toy store
. So I met up for coffee with nice woman I had been talking to online for a while, and after a few cups I asked her if she wanted to go for a walk. She said yes, so we began to walk past all the shops. When we came to the toy shop, I asked if she wanted to go in and we did. We began to look around at all the cool little items when she noticed a toy she had when she was younger. Seeing that toy, she began to tell me all kinds of stories of when she was a kid, and I showed her a bunch that I have had and told a few myself. It was fun going back in time and I got to see the kid in her. -- Michael

When we met
, she kept saying over and over how she only went out with men who treated her to dinner on the first date, even though we had agreed just to meet for drinks for just one hour. After one round of drinks and one hour, I had seen and heard enough and told her I wanted to leave. She said fine, but before I could total up and leave, she grabbed the bartender and ordered two more drinks for herself -- on my credit card, of course. The bartender looked at me as if to say, "What do you want me to do?" I told him just to put them on my tab and I left. - Steven

I had been speaking to a certain man for quite awhile
. He knew what nearby town I enjoyed, what type of food I liked, and what my profession was. He asked me out to dinner at an exclusive restaurant that was my favorite one in this particular town. We were having a great time, finished the meal, then he proceeded to say to me, "By the way, I didn't tell you this before, but I hate (name of town), hate (type of food I liked) and hate (my profession)." Usually I am nice to people, but I looked at him and said, "This date is over, take me home." He seemed confused and asked what was wrong. At least I got a good meal out of the evening. I didn't talk the whole way home. I was thinking that he said those things because he wanted this date to end. Well, of all things he called me the next day to ask me out again. Of course, that never happened. -- Gail

He invited me to a softball tournament
that he was playing in. I sat in the crowd with his entire family. They were so nice and treated me as if they had known me for years. In between games, he and I were sitting next to each other in lawn chairs, and I had that feeling that I was being stared at. I turned to look and there he was, staring at me. He asked if he could have a kiss, and I just smiled at him. He leaned in a little and whispered, "Meet me halfway." Now, we are proud parents of two beautiful children and are coming up on our sixth wedding anniversary. And, in everything we do -- parenting, scheduling, budgeting, chores and errands (and kissing too) -- we still meet each other halfway. --


The McRib is Back.

It`s baaaaaack. I am not a fan of McDonald`s crap in the first place but there are a few things there that are simply tasty. For Instance the McRib sandwich, I think that the way they market this tasty little treat is such a genius way of marketing. They only have it at certain times of the year so that when it is there it causes tons of excitement....Like me for instance blogging about it - LOL But think about the excitment that comes around when they bring monopoly back. Everyone is guilty of getting excited as they get that wet on the outside soft drink and see those 2 green stickers just waiting to be peeled off for the chance at ONE MILLLLLLION DOLLARS!! and if you failed to win there you still ave 2 more chances if you got a salty box of fries.... hahaha

Other than the taste though there is absolutely nothing good about the sandwich itself -
McRib Nutritional Info:
490 calories, 220 calories from fat, 25 g fat, 8 g saturated fat, 75 mg cholesterol, 1040 mg sodium, 44 g carbohydrates, 2 g fiber, 24 g protein, 11 g sugars.

If that does not scare you away...http://www.foodfacts.info/mcrib/- That will. The pictures of the sandwich "deconstructed" are enough to make you want to vomit.

I still don`t car I think it`s a great sandwich. The only thing that is better than the mcRib is a sandwich with the same type structure from a little hole in the wall bbq place called Hog Wild. I think it`s in Midlothian, IL so if you are ever around there go get it. And their Oven Browns are to die for.

P.S. I generally would choose Burger King over McDonald's. - Just Preference. (They are both terrible) - McDonald's takes the market though by having 24 hours places for all those late nights of fun. ;) - Good ole Mcdoogals.



Back off!

This is a great article on 'personal' space. EVERYONE has been guilty or been the victim of invading another persons personal space while talking to them or greeting them. I can think of a handful of people that do it all the time lol. It is a little bit of a pet peeve. I am aware of it so I am very careful myself but still I am sure that I have done it. The article below provides tips on how to minimize it. The worst is when someone gets in your face when they start a conversation with you and their breath smells like they just got done eating a crap sandwich. LOL


(RealSimple.com) -- Here are some of the most effective ways to deal with people who are too close for (your) comfort.


The invasion: An acquaintance greets you with an unwelcome bear hug or a slobbery kiss.

The defense: Head off advances with your body language. "You should put out your hand long before the person gets to you, so he knows you prefer to only shake hands," says Hector Garcia, a bodyguard with Valle Security International.

Or take a cue from the way people deal with uncomfortable closeness on subways and buses, says Robert Sommer, professor emeritus of psychology at the University of California at Davis and the author of "Personal Space." They treat other passengers like trees. "Go rigid, avoid eye contact, look away, and act busy," he says.

If it's too late to stop an affection attack, use humor to make your feelings known. "Draw back in mock horror and say, 'You know, I've given up kissing temporarily, at least until after I've had my flu shot,'" says Letitia Baldrige, author of "New Manners for New Times." "You are obviously joking, but he'll get the message."

Most important, express yourself early on, advises Ceri Marsh, coauthor of "The Fabulous Girl's Guide to Grace Under Pressure: Extreme Etiquette for the Stickiest, Trickiest, Most Outrageous Situations of Your Life."

"It's tough to break habits that have already been established," says Marsh. "Once you've agreed, even tacitly, to the kiss-kiss hello, it's very tricky to move to the handshake."

Her suggestion: "Try standing slightly farther away from this person when you greet him next," and angle your body so you're not meeting him head-on.

The invasion: An office mate is constantly in your cubicle, reading over your shoulder or picking up papers from your desk.

The defense: You're there to work; that's the only excuse you need. And while offices aren't exactly homes, they should be treated with the same kind of respect, says Lois Frankel, an executive coach and the author of "Nice Girls Don't Get the Corner Office."

"You wouldn't think of going into someone's home uninvited, picking up their mail, and reading it," says Frankel. "And the same courtesy should be extended in the workplace."

She suggests posting a lighthearted sign to indicate when people are welcome to come in or to designate desk items as off-limits.

"Something to the effect of 'Unless you plan on cleaning this desk, don't pick anything up!'" says Frankel. "If the culprits still don't get it, try saying, 'Can I help you?' or 'Those papers are private.'"

Of course, in a cubicle, you're a sitting duck. Sommer suggests personalizing your work area, whether it's with a few family photographs or a distinctive plant. Establishing it as your private space can subtly reinforce boundaries and help fend off overfriendly office mates.

The invasion: You catch a dinner guest poking through your bedroom or perusing your medicine cabinet.

The defense: Even the nosiest person will be embarrassed to be caught in the act, says etiquette writer Ceri Marsh. You can let the person save face by saying, "I'm sorry. You must need something. Can I help you?"

Then the guest has an easy out -- he can respond that he was looking for an aspirin or some other common item. As he or she follows you to find the item, you might gently close the door behind you.

The invasion: A neighbor regularly shows up on your doorstep for coffee, unannounced.

The defense: Play it straight. "Say, 'I'm sorry -- this isn't a good time, but thanks for thinking of me,' without inviting the neighbor into the house," says Jane Adams, Ph.D., a psychologist and the author of "Boundary Issues."

You could also plainly admit that you prefer scheduled coffee dates to impromptu visits.

If you work from home, you have a built-in excuse for turning away any company: "Listen, Mary, I have this deadline, and I have to work on it. Maybe we can get together later next week."

Your neighbor doesn't need to know what is occupying your time (if you're simply relaxing on the couch, then so be it). She only needs to know that you are not available.

The invasion: The cleaner, the dog walker, or the sitter moves things around in areas of the house he or she has no business being in.

The defense: "Absolutely address the situation," says Debra Johnson, the training manager for Merry Maids, a national home-cleaning service. After all, you're paying for the job, and communication is the key to getting what you want.

Guy Maddalone, the CEO and founder of GTM Household Employment Experts and the author of "How to Hire and Retain Your Household Help," says, "Whether it's a nanny, a dog walker, or a house cleaner, that person wants to be successful in their role, so you need to explain the policies in the beginning to set them up for success."

Schedule an orientation meeting with the employee at the start and explain your rules, including the places and things that are off-limits. You might even take this a step further by creating your own employee handbook. That way, you'll both have a clear, tangible reference to consult in the future.

The invasion: Your spouse regularly opens the bathroom door and saunters in when you're going about your business.

The defense: "Simply close the door with a 'Let's maintain the mystery, shall we, darling?'" says Marsh. Indeed, whether you are showering, are in mud-pack mode, or just want a few minutes to yourself, shutting the door will make a clear statement and may mean you don't even have to say anything, agrees Peter Post, author of "Essential Manners for Couples."

But what if it's a girlfriend who enjoys spending quality time in the bathroom, chatting between stalls or tagging along with you on trips to a teensy ladies' room? You risk bruising her feelings if you flat-out ignore her. So if you must say something, again, try a joke.

Molly Erdman, a comedian with the Second City troupe, in Chicago, suggests "I require full concentration for the task at hand." Your friend will recognize that sometimes two is a crowd.

The invasion: Your spouse and kids leave their things (toys! socks!) in your spaces.

The defense: Think of the old dorm-room dirty-dishes trick: Plonking the offending plates on your roommate's bed prompted a quick change in those housework-avoiding habits.

The same technique can be used at home today -- setting the sweat sock you found in your lingerie drawer back on top of your husband's dresser, or removing your children's colony of Incredibles figures from under your desk and resettling it elsewhere.

The key, says Robert Sommer, professor emeritus of psychology at the University of California at Davis, is to make it obvious that you have deliberately moved the items from a place where they didn't belong and weren't welcome.

Prevent recurring clutter creep by making a clear and specific place for everything -- a bowl for house keys, a separate bureau for your husband, a toy chest for the children -- and label these areas if necessary, suggests Barry Izsak, the president of the National Association of Professional Organizers.

Ultimately, though, says Erdman, it's best to maintain some perspective. "While I don't prefer that my husband keep his socks in my drawer," she says, "I can calmly put them back where they belong knowing it would be much worse if he stashed them in the silverware drawer."

The invasion: A dinner companion casually eats from your plate uninvited.

The defense: Head her off at the pass. Before you dig in, "an elegant approach is to place a small sample of your dish on your bread plate and pass it to your dinner companion," says Markus Draxler, the maître d'hôtel at the acclaimed French restaurant Daniel, in New York City. He also suggests asking your waiter to have a portion split for you in the kitchen before the meal is served.

If the portions are small, however, or you don't feel like sharing even one bite, a comment like "I'm so starved -- I can't wait to eat every single thing on my plate!" can discourage a scavenger from focusing her crosshairs on your pork tenderloin.

And when the waiter takes your dessert order and asks how many forks you'd like, saying "One, please" will give your dining companions the signal to keep their tines in their own tiramisus.</p>

The invasion: You are on a group vacation but crave some alone time.

The defense: Whether you're traveling with friends or in a tour group, sometimes you need a vacation from your traveling companions.

"I've had this happen on numerous occasions and find that it's best to be honest," says Stacy Small, a Florida-based luxury-travel consultant and the president of Elite Travel by Stacy. Prearrange a few activities just for you, like a spa treatment or a golf lesson, and simply explain to the others that you set up some appointments ahead of time.

Or, suggests Erdman, pick an activity obscure enough to turn off the rest of the group ("Hey, I'm going to the sawdust museum tomorrow! Who's with me?") and then savor your freedom once the group has set off in search of more traditional sights.

Another strategy is to be the earliest riser and get a start on the day before your friends are even out of bed.

Or, says Kim Izzo, coauthor of "The Fabulous Girl's Guide to Grace Under Pressure," let the group members make their plans for the day, then politely bow out before they depart with "I'm going to hang alone by the pool today." "Your friends may be glad you've introduced the concept of spending some alone time and take advantage of it themselves," Izzo says.

The invasion: A perfect stranger pats your pregnant belly in public.

The defense: "Some expectant moms don't mind the touching -- and, in fact, some enjoy it," says Heidi Murkoff, author of "What to Expect When You're Expecting."

"But if it does rub you the wrong way, there's no reason why you shouldn't speak up. A playful 'No touching, please -- the baby's sleeping!' can discourage those uninvited advances. Or make your statement without saying a word: Cross your arms protectively over your belly, or even try rubbing the person right back. Patting someone's potbelly might make him think twice before reaching for yours again."

For a subtler tactic, psychologist Jane Adams, Ph.D., suggests, "just move away from the person, or take their hand and gently deposit it somewhere else." That should make it clear that your stomach, however tempting it may be to touch, is not up for grabs.

The invasion: The cruise-ship couple you just met wants to hang out from breakfast buffet until bedtime.

The defense: There are two ways to rid yourself of human barnacles.

Option A -- the polite ditch. "One approach would be to tell the couple, 'We devote so much time at home to our friends and family, so one of the things we love most about a cruise is that it gives us the chance to get away from everyone and spend some quiet time alone, just the two of us,'" says Michael Thomas, the director of entertainment and programs for Celebrity Cruises.

Option B? Hide! "Book yourselves a romantic dinner for two at the intimate, reservations-only restaurant that most ships have," suggests Heidi Sarna, a coauthor of "Cruise Vacations for Dummies."

Better still, she says, "order room service and hunker down on your cabin balcony, the most private of spaces on a cruise ship."


What your candy says...


What's Your Halloween Candy Personality?

looms and with it the annual candy-buying frenzy. While dieters stock
up on candy they don't like so they won't be tempted by leftovers, the
rest of us buy the stuff we do like and hope that only one or two of
those pesky little costumed punks comes a-knocking. (And even then, we
smack their grabby hands if they dig too deep: "Hey, pal, you're only 5
years old. One Butterfinger for you!")

If you haven't bought
your supply yet, the chart below might help you decide what kind of
candy to pass out. We not only provide the history and calorie count
for 10 brands, we also asked an expert to tell us what the candy you
give out says about you. Steve Almond, the author of "Candyfreak: A
Journey Through the Chocolate Underbelly of America" (Harvest, 2005),
e-mailed us his analysis of the personality types who might offer these
tasty sweets to trick-or-treaters.

"There's something incredibly
liberating about a holiday that encourages children to take candy from
strangers," Almond writes of Halloween in his book. Indeed. For some
reason, Almond asked that we make clear that he is a "professional
candyfreak, not a therapist." Well, that's good enough for us. (View the Latest Poll Results)

3 Musketeers
well in groups but is somewhat pompous. Prone to fancy costumes and
arcane weapons. Wears hats in public that are ill-advised.
in 1932 by Mars, the candy bar got its name because it originally had
three pieces in one packet: vanilla, strawberry and chocolate.
The Fun Size (15 grams) has 63 calories.
Vote for 3 Musketeers
Almond Joy
I'm going to put aside my aversion to coconut in praising these folks as happy-go-lucky. Introduced
in 1946 by the Peter Paul Candy Manufacturing Co. in New Haven, Conn.
It's a companion to the Mounds bar, which arrived in 1920.
The snack size (17 grams) has 80 calories.
Vote for Almond Joy
have contradictory personalities, hoping to express generosity but also
having the passive-aggressive desire to damage the fillings of
The honey-flavored taffy was first manufactured in 1924 by the Schutter-Johnson Co. of Chicago. It is now made by Nestle. One piece (7 grams) has 26 calories.
Vote for Bit-O-Honey
Evasive, slippery, not necessarily to be trusted. Invented in 1923 by the Curtiss Candy Co. of Chicago. The crunchy bar wrapped in chocolate is now made by Nestle. The Fun Size (18.5 grams) has 85 calories.
Vote for Butterfinger
Candy Corn
Purely deluded people. They don't get that candy shouldn't attempt to imitate other food groups, particularly corn. Invented
in the 1880s, it was first manufactured commercially by the Wunderle
Candy Co. in Philadelphia and by the turn of the century at the Herman
Goelitz Candy Co. in Cincinnati.
A serving of 22 pieces (40 grams) has 140 calories, or 6.4 calories per piece.
Vote for Candy Corn
Good & Plenty
perhaps overly so. A little bit of Weimar energy. Strong advocate of
gay rights; acquainted with the bitterness at the center of most lives.
licorice candy was first produced in 1893 by the Quaker City
Confectionery Co. in Philadelphia and is considered the oldest branded
candy in the country.
A serving of 33 pieces (39 grams) has 140 calories, or 4.2 calories per piece.
Vote for Good & Plenty
Reese's Peanut Butter Cups
Generous souls. Those who understand the salty in life, as well as the sweet. Created
by Harry Burnett Reese in the 1920s. Reese was a former dairy employee
of Milton Hershey, founder of the Hershey Co. In 1963, the Reese candy
company was sold to Hershey for $23.5 million.
A one-cup package (21 grams) has 110 calories.
Vote for Reese's Peanut Butter Cups
Just going with the crowd, the safe candy choice, guaranteed to please the masses. Not ambitious, but dependable. Created in 1930 by Mars, Snickers bars sold for a nickel. The Fun Size was introduced in 1968. The Fun Size (17 grams) has 80 calories.
Vote for Snickers
Both brittle and supple in social situations; sort of trapped between personality types. A
Mars product, caramel-and-cookie Twix bars were created in the United
Kingdom in 1967 but weren't sold in the United States until 1979.
The Fun Size (16 grams) has 80 calories.
Vote for Twix
Sickos. Truly demented. Plastic people living plastic lives. The
Twizzlers brand was introduced in 1929. The red licorice strips are
manufactured by Y&S Candies, a company established in 1845 that is
now a Hershey subsidiary.
The snack size (14 grams) has 37 calories.
Vote for Twizzlers

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