February 28, 2006

watch out for the cops late at night...they'll roll you.
true story.

Good for you -- kinda different doing it sober, no? You'll probably see a whole lot of things this trip that you missed last time. Eat some shrimp for me somewhere where you can sit and look at the ocean while you do it!
And, FYI, m'dear, there IS another parallel universe between your two extremes of womanhood . Maybe in sobriety you'll be able to have a better look at that, too. I'm sure I'm not alone amongst women of our age bracket who have never taken a penny of alimony or child support, who have sex when and if they want it, 'for fun and for free' as they say in a certain program, and don't believe in using their bodies or their offspring as chips in some kind of economic warfare. Without using your comments to go into my whole philosophy on the man/woman dichotomy, suffice it to say that you might want to take advantage of this period of R&R to do some reflection on what it is in Rob that has lead you to make the choices that you've made in life (that program calls this a 4th step) -- once you've managed to see the part you play yourself in your patterns, then you are finally free to change them. I would be willing to bet that there is a'woman of heart and mind' out there for you somewhere (if indeed that is something you want) for camaraderie or whatever -- in the meantime get a good dog and work on Rob!
Enjoy your trip (and keep rubbing it in for all of us poor working stiffs) and don't forget to eat my shrimp!

I know what you mean about a traveling companion. I travel alone most of the time and it's good to be free to do what you want, when you want and you meet more people when you're alone, but when you see something really awesome, you kind of miss having somebody there to witness it with you.

Throw a stone into the Pacific for me. I'm there in spirit.

Oh man. I envy you, There is some of the best salt water fishing in the world off the coast of Costa Rica and I have dreamed of making thetrip just for the fishing for years.

"If you don't think a pussy has teeth, you've never been to divorce court."

I am SO stealing this one.

Well, I have an awful lot to say about you and this post, but I don't want to ruin your vacation, so I'll be nice. Besides, I know you wouldn't listen to what I had to say about it anyway. I am a "wimmen/pussy" afterall. Plus I haven't had all my coffee yet and I tend to have a hard time controlling myself until I've had the whole pot!
So enjoy your vacation. Stop thinking!

You know what you can handle....I'm happy for you.

Grab a stick. Throw it into the ocean. I see a young pup going after it, then bringing it back to you.

Puppy dog, nothing. You're describing my cat Matata. A dog in a cat's body, I suspect.

But obviously not the pussy for you.

I don't have to dream about a cat, I wake up with approximately 60 pounds of cat on the bed and 24 of that is from one cat alone!

My hubby and I have a full sized bed, two cats sleep under the covers, the big fat orange one sleeps right next to my face and nuzzles, two sleep at the bottom of the bed, one is too good for us and another prefers under the bed.

I don't have room for my two 90 pound dogs, although one of them will jump on the bed, put his head on the pillow and pretend he is asleep so we don't kick him out!

Glad you are having fun in Costa Rica - have been away and didn't realize you were there!!!

Kim...I lost count, just exactly HOW MANY cats do you have???

I also have cats that'll do that. Last night went to sleep with my tiger-tomcat resting his head on my shoulder. Big fuzzy guy's my "puppy-cat". Usually trots out to greet me at the car when I get home from work.
Have a great time, Rob!

How fast do them Porches go?

I bet they go faster if you take the old couches and washing machines off and lay them in the yard.

So you just now figured out that the divorce settlement is the fucking you get for the fucking you got.

Jeebus, Kim. I got a 15 pound cat, and when he uses me as a launch pad, I feel like I've been punched. I can't imagine a 24 pounder. As for Rob, have fun in Costa Rica. From what you're saying, it sounds like when you finally go by boat, we might not see you again for a season. Hell, it sounds nice enough, if I didn't have a mortgage, I'd go.

Whilst on the run from Katrina (I live stupidly close to the coast in MS), I adopted a puppy (after finding out the house was okay). Named her Katrina. Fitting title, the bitch can tear shit up (she loves squeaky toys until she tears the squeak out of them), but I wouldn't trade her for anything.

You're a Southerner, Rob. Get a dog when you get home. It's in our blood. Dogs are damned loyal and fun, and they do useful things -- bark at people, they have a calming effect, and if need be they'll protect you. (Assuming you don't get a lap-ferret of a dog, but if you want that, get a cat...)

And until PETA completely destroys our system, dogs can't divorce you.

lg: Cops in CR are a commodity like most other things. Some of them are honest, some are not, and just about all can be hired as a body guard should you wish to visit the more colorful regions of the country late at night.

Well, getting screwed in a divorce is not exclusive to men. I'm not the typical bitch on wheels with the make the son-of-a-bitch pay for what he did to me mindset. I wanted to be fair. Ah, well. It was worth it getting rid of him. He falls in the category of pussy with teeth!

Sorry you're alone in paradise. At least you have that dog warming you at night!

And women wonder why men "don't want to commit." It's because we've finally figured out that the feminazis have turned the law on its ear and use it as a tool to destroy good, honest, hardworking men - just because they can. Nothing is worth going through that.

And Rob is absolutely right - I laugh (loudly) at guys who say, I've never paid for it in my life. The man ALWAYS ends up paying for it, one way or the other, sooner or later.

sounds like much fun your having down there. A pup in the armpit? Had that for many moths b4 she got too big. great feeling though...

He travels further who travels alone.