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I live a mile from the beach on the outskirts of the Hippie Ghetto.
I love it here I'm in a 1 bedroom apartment on the second floor with 2 west facing windows that get that beautiful ocean breeze.
Its quiet now it's just after midnight and I can hear the big old sea lion barking from his buoy about a 1/4 mile off shore. He sits on that bouy and he barks and barks and barks incessantly the sound of it echoing and reverbarating back from the shore. He'll carry on like that for the better part of an hour.
 
I have a curious mind so naturally I wonder: why does that Sea Lion bark like that? Is it something akin to a Wolf howling?
 
Is he proclaiming to all that HE is the King of the Sea? Or is he King of the buoy? Is he just lonely & advertising or does he merely enjoy the sound of his own voice bouncing back to him from the beach?
Why do you think the sea lion barks?

A disturbing trend

Friday, September 26, 2008 A disturbing trend I've recently noticed a disturbing Internet trend. Someone contacts you through a web site where you have a page for social networking. They claim to have a romantic interest in you, and a desire to pursue a relationship. They say glowing things flattering your page and may even profess love for you right off the top! Then they provide you with their Instant Message ID asking to chat with you off the site they first approach you on.. When you chat with them you learn that they are supposedly US residents, but living abroad for work. Eventually they ask you for money. That's always a red flag, but I'm safe because I have no money to spare and work very hard just to make ends meet and keep my head above water here in these scary economic hard times. Typically these would be potential romantic partners can not put together a sentence that makes sense in the English language and that is another red flag. They could be using any body's photo, or none at all. I report all of them to the sites I receive them on, as scams. Below is a prime example; hello lovely heart, How are you doing?I saw your profile am highly intreasted in you and i will like to pick you up from there.Am a man with good manners and God fearing man always caring for someone who is ready to make love with me and take good care of myself .Am looking for a woman that is responsible,passionate,caring,trust worthy woman that will make me happy all my life that will take away my sorrow that will always be there form doing good time and bad time.And i think you are the woman that my heart desire so you can meet me on my yahoo messenger so that we can chat there this is my ID s_____@yahoo.com add me there now im online now so i will be expecting you .Your profile is more to say about. Yours in Love, ......M_____ (name and ID left out) If you receive messages like these be very cautious about pursuing any contact with the sender. All anyone needs is your name and address and birth date to open a credit card in your name, thereby stealing your identity and ruining your credit. Sometimes they will even offer you a job, and if they can get your resume, they can get most of the info they want, then they have only to ask "what's your sign?" in IM chat to try to get your birth date. If you have experienced any of this, you may want to do a free credit report on line..... XOxo~D

Conjured up

"We will be guided to be in the right place at exactly the right time and to meet the people we need to encounter."---Bob Frissell, American Author. Sometimes I think I conjured up my Gus.... He was everything I'd ever longed and prayed for in a man and the very first time we ever met in THIS life, we both knew instantly that we had known each other before. We looked into each others eyes and instantly everything else fell away. The way that he looked at me then shall forever linger in my memory. A look that will flash before my inner eyes for incarnations to come, a look of recognition and confusion that perfectly reflected my own. A look that I suspect will be the last thing I see in the cinema of my mind before I die. It was as if at that moment there was no one else alive in the whole world except he and I. His twinkling eyes hid an intense sexuality that smoldered just beneath his surface that I could feel as surely as I feel the chair I sit in now... Sometimes I cry thinking I might somehow forget that look... or the way he looked at me with total love and adoration each and every day after we got together. He loved me every day like it was his last day on earth. I pray to the Goddess I never do forget those beautiful blue eyes of his, or the power they had over me. God I miss that man so much! It still hurts so much to be without him. It's a huge fist clenching my heart and my throat. It's a physical pain that shuts me down and crying is all I can do.

EXPERIENCE

Sometimes we have an experience that we don’t understand, but if we look deeply or wait long enough, a reason for that experience will usually reveal itself. All the events in our lives lead to other events, and all that we have manifested in this present moment is the result of past events and experiences. One can't easily tease apart the many threads that have been woven together to create our current realities. Experiences that don’t make sense, as well as any that we regret, are just as responsible for the good things in our lives as the experiences we do understand or label as “good.” Sometimes we take a job or move to a place without really knowing if it’s the right thing to do. We may ultimately end up leaving the job or the place, but often during that time we will have met someone who becomes an important friend, or we may have an experience that changes us in a profound way. When all the pieces of our life don’t quite make sense, we can remember that there may be some hidden gem of a reason that we are where we are having the experiences we are having. It’s fun to look back on past experiences with an eye to uncovering those gems—the dreadful temporary job in a bland office building that introduced you to the love of your life; the roommate you couldn’t tolerate who gave you a book that changed your life; the time spent living in a city you didn’t like that led you into a deeper relationship with yourself. Remembering these past experiences can restore our faith in the present. Life is full of buried treasures. Chances are, you’re sitting on some right now.

I realize some words in the English language can be a bit confusing, such as quiet and quite, accept and except, and the really Big Ones- Your and You’re. But some people seem to have no self respect. They need to learn to proofread their comments before clicking the submit button. There is such a thing as spell check, and if you can’t find that you can use Google. If you type any word into Google and its spelled wrong, Google will ask, did you mean this ____ and will provide you with the correct spelling. Reading Blogs and comments has become somewhat of a chore for me due to the horrible lack of spelling and grammar skills that are all over the internet. Some are written like a teen sending a text message to another teen. Others sound like they were written by Rain Man, as if somehow that makes them sound cool. It’s embarrassing is what it is, and shows complete disregard and blatant disrespect for the reader in my opinion. It’s not that hard, it is not rocket science to learn to construct a sentence and spell correctly. This lazy approach to written communication goes hand-in-hand with the lackadaisical attitude shown by many in all other aspects of life and I find it very disappointing and troubling. Writing well and spelling correctly are skills to be learned and to be proud of, or should be anyway. When I read a comment that is full of misspelled words and/or written in text message short-hand or homie-to-homie lingo, I can’t focus on the message. In fact I’m to the point now where I simply skip those comments because it makes my head hurt trying to puzzle out what that person was attempting to communicate. I actually feel a surge of excitement, relief and pleasure when I find Blogs and comments that are well written! I’m no genius, but I know how to use the tools at my disposal when I need help. I’ve included the links to some of those tools at the end of this rant. Before I post something for all the world to read, I proofread it more than once and I spell check it. If only everyone would do the same, what a wonderful world the web would be! I know I’m not alone in feeling this way because I have seen numerous comments venting frustrations over this so I’d like to see some feedback on it. What are your pet peeves when it comes to spelling and grammar atrocities found on the web? http://www.confusingwords.com/ http://www.learnenglish.de/mistakes/CommonMistakes.htm http://www.wordfiles.info/ http://homepage.smc.edu/reading
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The Touch Of His Hands

Have you ever met someone whose very touch was electricity? I'm lucky; I've met two. The first was my late husband Gus. When we first met we both knew instantly that we had loved each other before, in other lives. The first time we touched in this life was like coming into contact with a downed power line! We both felt it, and looked at each other startled, reading the thought in each others minds "Did you Feel that too?!" Gus was the love of my life, he died in my arms almost three years ago from a rare liver disease when he was only 41 years old. Gus was a gifted healer who could take pain off people just by putting his hands on them. I know, because he did it for me. His touch was to me like nothing I had ever experienced, and certainly nothing I ever expect to find again.
THE TOUCH OF YOUR HANDS I savor the moment you led me to the Sea Silently your hand you offered me Lending me your quiet might We walked together in the night Hands of leather Touched me like a feather Then strong and firm again At your command Your touch started a fire Smoldering under my skin You surprised me And I let you in I close my eyes And see your blue blue eyes Thinking of your handsome bearded face I long for your embrace By ALB  12/16/2008

LONGING

This is for all you Harley riders waiting so impatiently for spring... LONGING As weeks go by she sits alone Cold and lonely without me Her smooth clean curves And her strong stark beauty Haunt my waking thoughts And call to me in dreams A constant longing a powerful force Unseen yet always there Patiently awaiting the time When finally I'll come to her Tenderly stroking those curves and say "The sky is clear and the snow has gone The time has come once more for us to be as one." Then straddling her saddle I let her engine roar And once again ride This beautiful Harley I adore. By A.L.Bois 01-24-07
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Recently I was asked the above question; What Defines A Relationship? While I find this question easy to answer, apparently many do not. So here is my answer, in my honest opinion, for whatever that's worth these days.... Everyone has their own idea and ideal of what defines a relationship. To me a Romantic Relationship requires more than just mutual attraction or merely liking someone. To willingly enter into a Romantic Relationship means to me that there is a mutual desire to love and be loved, and to build mental and emotional intimacy and trust between you and someone you think is special. It must begin with at least a little shared history. Friends with benefits is a relationship too. Defined as someone you are comfortable being physically intimate with for just that purpose and that purpose only. True Intimacy is in the heart and mind, not just a physical connection. True intimacy requires a certain level of trust and love that can take years to achieve and is always evolving. Trust and real love is necessary for a relationship of any permanency, such as living together, marriage or life partnership. As always, I'm interested to know what you would add or subtract to this..... XOxo~Drea

I'm a Poet Chipmunk!

A good friend who knows me well told me I'm a "Poet Chipmunk." I laughed out loud and asked him what the hell he meant by that! He said it's because I churn out these excellent but incredibly intense poems for people and hand them over as a gift like a Chipmunk offering up an acorn! LOL! HA! It's a pretty good analogy actually I think.... Some people are intimidated by my poetry, others are flattered and deeply touched. I think how you receive it depends on your self-esteem. I would personally be very flattered if someone wrote a poem for me, but in truth, thus far anyway, all of my poems were inspired by my late husband Gus, The-Love-Of-MY-Life. You can check out some of my poems yourself, in this blog if you like. Comments are ALWAYS welcome, more so in fact than points. XOxo~Drea

Gus Riding

YOU WILL LIVE ON Tall man in leather with animal grace Such depth in your eyes what a beautiful face You stole my heart when you gave me your soul I still hold it inside but I'm a fragile bowl How I miss your deep voice softly speaking my name Or calling me "Sugar" lighting my flame I so miss everything about our life The way that you asked me and made me your wife You made everything else, me happy most of all When we ate you cooked it You made the art on our wall You made our nest perfect you made me walk tall I miss the ways that you loved me How you loved to wear black Your tattooed shoulders Your tattooed back My face misses your hands My body does too My head on your chest Hand stroking that tattoo Your strong arms around me Holding me tight Kept me close to you All through each night Your voice in my ears Professing your love Making me laugh Dispelling my fears Your legs like your body So long and so lean Handsomely straddling Your vibrating machine Tanned muscled arms tattooed hand Steel toed boots and black ray bans Ripped and torn jeans sleeveless T's I think of you when I see these Long dark curls flappin' in the wind Chin whiskers and mustache surrounded your grin Silver chain hung from your hip Throttle and brake in your iron grip Names of your girls inked into your skin The name of your woman also therein That name is mine and my initials on your back Not in bright colors but all in black I always said I'd never get a tat But then I did, imagine that After you died and on your Birthday I found it was the only way to say You made a mark upon my soul You filled a solitary role You saved my life but now you're gone As long as I live you will live on I put that mark upon my skin To remind me of you within How you changed my perception of the world How you made me the world's luckiest girl In Loving memory of Gus McKinley Killen May 22, 1964~February 12, 2006 My Hero, My Best Friend, My Soul Mate
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