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You Are Here
by Amie from MammaLoves...
You did well in school to get into college. You tried to get by well enough in college to be attractive to an employer or graduate program, and along the way you may have opened your heart a time or two. Maybe you even found true love.
With a foot in the door, the first years of work were the time to
prove your mettle once again. Promotions, raises all with the goal to secure your future will allow you to settle down, buy a house, travel, commit to a relationship, have kids or not. In what feels like a blink of an eye, your future is here.
And now what?
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Chance Favors Only Those Who Court Her
by Debbie from
Missives from SuburbiaAfter a less-than-friendly divorce, I was on the market again. Seizing the opportunity, my friends scoured their address books and Palm Pilots for single men and set me up on blind date after blind date. My reaction to most of those dates was, "I call these people my FRIENDS?" One of my real friends suggested Match.com, and given how much I love the Internet, I gave it a go.
A couple months of e-dating passed by in a blink. It was fun, but so far nothing meaningful had hit my radar, and my match inventory was starting to run low. You see, Match.com "matches" you to people based on a list of your requirements, and I'd pretty much run through all my existing matches who didn't seem psycho or stoned, based on their profiles.
Then, one day, I got an email from a guy who was not a match by my standards...
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A Lost Opportunity
by John from Altjiranga Mitjina
Trying to break in as a writer in the comic book industry can be a bit like the one legged man in a butt kicking contest. Every step forward you make means you land on your butt after your kick forward. Comic books are a visual medium. An artist can bring a portfolio to an editor at a convention and said editor can sit there and look at it within minutes and decide if this artist is worthy of working on the newest issue of Stupendous Man or not. Trying being a hopeful writer handing over a script to this same editor at a busy comic convention. You’ll be lucky if the editor agrees to take the script and promise that they’ll look at it later. Most times the hopeful writer is told to send for their submission guidelines and mail in their proposal.
The best way for a writer is to find an aspiring artist and hook up...
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Jesus Toothpaste!
by Karen Rayne from Adolescent Sexuality Today with Karen Rayne, Ph.D.
This weekend I went out of town, leaving my family to fend for themselves. On Saturday, my darling husband took my two darling daughters – 6 and 3 years old – to what he heard was a fun new toy store in town. Great, right?
They walk in the door, and the 6-year-old pipes up with “Look, Daddy! Jesus toothpaste!” He takes one look, puts one hand on each girl’s shoulder, and does a 180 out of the store. It may be a fun new toy store, but it’s intended clientele does not include the under-13 set.
When I got home on Sunday, the first thing the 6-year-old says to me was, “Guess what! We saw Jesus toothpaste!” I blinked, figuring I hadn’t heard her correctly. Regrettably, I had...
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A biker, a green thumb, a cracked hand, and a Queen.
by Megan from
Velveteen Mind, originally
guest posted at Queen of SpainA random biker on a Harley-Davidson took my picture last week. What I wanted to do was take
his picture, but I hesitated. Now, instead of a photo of some random biker holding an
i am bossy.com bumper sticker, all I have is
a lame photo of me holding the bumper sticker and the mental picture of him riding off into the sunset, never to be seen again.
Okay, it wasn’t as romantic or dramatic as that. It was nine in the morning and there was no sunset.
This is not the first time that I have hesitated to seize an opportunity. I don’t expect it will be the last. However, I hope with each lost chance for something intriguing, I will lose a shade of that hesitation for next time...
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11 comments:
The Mer Folk (mermaids and mermen) are attempting to communicate with us.
Loss.
Death
Foggy window of car.
Sex in the backseat.
Domestic Minx nailed it!
Hot sex in the back of a car!
You know, I was totally going down the loss and death track after the other comments but now all I can see are steamy hand prints!
Hey, if the car's a rockin', don't come a knocki'!
Lol
i thought about being in eureka at the beach putting my hands in the sand... enjoying the ocean air.
I see hands reaching out from the depths of the water pleading for rescue.
Being Bipolar, you expect me to think of hot sex???
Drowning.
Friendly hands pushing me back up to the surface of the sea.
It reminds me of that movie Brother Bear, when Kenai sees his pawprint in the snow, and drags his claws up it to make it look like a handprint. Good movie.
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