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Tuesday, November 29, 2005

Things are not important

To the nice people who stop in here. I hope you had a great holiday. Don't get stressed out about the holidays that are coming up! Remember to take time for yourself...I see so many people who get nuts this time of year.
Just chill out and enjoy your family. Hang out with your friends. Kiss the people you care about.
Don't get hung up on presents and all that stuff.....people don't care!
Do YOU remember what on earth people gave you last year? If you are like most people, probably not.
People are more important than any material possesion.
Don't get so caught up in finding perfect gifts that you wear yourself out.
And don't spend so much money as last year....its not a time to spend but to celebrate and be happy.
So however you celebrate, accept good wishes from my family to yours.
And take care, be well, count your blessings and kiss kiss!

An Amazing Blog

I found this amazing blog. I have actually been kicked off it I think but still its just facinating to read like little else I have run across in the blogworld.
The guy who writes it calls it a stripclubbing chronicle and on the surface at least it chronciles his experiences in these places over a period of like ten years.
That seems like it would be dull but believe me its anything but.
When I first read it I felt really sorry for him and suggested he start dating and look for someone nice that was his own speed and stop all this silliness.
He said that he was already with 'the one' and that he was just a 'dishonorable person' or something. That made me so mad! I thought 'holy shit'! His poor wife!
I scolded him and said what a horrible cretin he was of course, but I still kept reading the blog, facinated at how utterly and completely self deluded this guy was, plus the blog has an actual plot line, unlike others and believe me you get so sucked into whether or not he can convince one of these poor girls to fall in love with him. (so far no luck but close)
I mean when you read his writing, you realize that alot of people have this 'other life' in a way that no one knows about but them. I mean this guy could be anyone.
While his thing is more extreme than most peoples I think everyone has a certain wish for fantasy and acceptance. People like this guy are able to suspend disbelief to the point where they actually believe the girls have a thing for them. That its so fun for them. I mean, he points out that on some level he realizes this is not true but still, this is the point isn't it?
It gives a profound insight into the reptile brains of men, that really what they want on some level is a harem, a big screen TV with ESPN on and a nice glass of wine.
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Of course, most men( at least the ones in my family and friends circle) are able to contain themselves, raise a family, be good husbands and good people and so this whole cheating thing gets on the way way way back burner.
But as this guy on the blog shows, you can be in your forties, have a family, money, a good career, a liberal arts education whatever and STILL spend your time looking for something.
I mean on some level in some way don't we all do that?
You know that U2 song, 'I Still Haven't Found What I am Looking For?" I love that song and it always struck a chord with me.
Of course in my case, I have a happy home life, I love my husband and my family and no way in a million fucking years would I ever ever do anything to endanger that.
I have to say tho, marriage isn't always easy and fun and exciting. People are different, people disagree, no marriage is without painful episodes and unfufilled hopes.
When you come right down to it, we all struggle with the same exact issue that this strip club junkee guy is haunted by.
For him, he can cough up a few hundred dollars, go upstairs with a women half his age who tells him how thrilled she is to see him and how facinating it all is ( I mean they even pretend to have orgasms and the guys believe it!) and bingo! He gets to have his boredom taken away and his problem at least for the moment solved.
At first, I thought, wow I am like SOOOOooooooo much better than this puek. But wait, am I really?
How can anyone say with certainty that they are better than someone else? Just because I am faithful, and honest with my spouce does that really make me a superior being?
This blog begs another question too, how well do we really know each other? This guys wife and family probably have no idea that he is carrying on with other women.
How can it be possible to live with someone have thier kids and not even really know them?
If you want to read this blog here is the address

sixtysplace@blogspot.com

Don't be put off by the title of it, its not about stripclubbing even tho the guy who writes it thinks it is.
I am telling you the stories are so sad in a way, but really true to life and enlightening.
There is some sexual content but not gross.
If you have some time, really go and read it you won't believe it.
Don't be put off by the

Monday, November 28, 2005

What a beautiful day

It was just so wonderful and warm and it felt so great. I took my dog and we walked seven miles. I loved it.

Things are so busy with the business I needed time to clear my head. At the gym I always have on my headphones and its harder to think somehow. Today was a good way to sort of just let out the cobwebs.

My family and I had a wonderful holiday together. It worked out great for us that the snow prevented us from going to the catskills. We had so much fun just chilling out. Life is so hectic I just never get to really stop and enjoy how beautiful my daughters really are at these ages. Nine and Fourteen.

And anyhow, for my husband it was good to just not have to go anyplace or really do anything. We are planning a trip alone this winter. I would like to see Lake Placid again. I just think its so romantic in the winter. Like some fairy tale of wonderland or something.

My business partner and i are over our brief hump. I just figured whatever, its not worth it to argue. We are making more money than I would have ever thought so fast and we both have very very different ways of dealing with pressure and stress. I tend to remain calm and just pound away and be optimistic and she is totally type A and gets nuts. But I spoke with a good friend of mine who is a partner in a firm that is similar and she said I have a great deal and I have to suck it up and just let it roll off me. Two people who are alike are less suitable as a team than people so different as Valerie and I.

I am starting to think about the holidays and friends and presents and all that stuff now. I can't believe its here already.

I just feel so thankful for the life I have and for my family. I couldn't ask for more really. Lets all hope that at least for now my luck doesn't change.

Sunday, November 20, 2005

ok lets catch up

I have been super busy lately.
Business has been great and tomorrow I finish up this huge project and we bill em like the wind. Rainmaker Callie here.
Didn't know I had the touch I must say I can pat myself on the back.
Being a great bullshitter comes in handy when you are a consultant. Never ever underestimate the power of a knowing smile.
My daughter had her ninth birthday party we had a blast.
My husband is having some kind of weird mid life crisis thing.
He does this every so often.
He starts to worry that he isn't 'really liveing'.
OK
I just say go and get some therapy. He is going to.
This is what happens to people that have too much money and time to think about stupid crap like whether or not they are 'really ' living.
Please.
Spare me.
But I act concerned and try to help.
Men are so fragile.

I am going to my cool brothers for Turkey day. Whooo whoo
We are turning into a nice little holiday. Holtel with pool fancy smancy...

Then a weekend in December to go away alone with my husband and just chill out.
I think I have maybe been ignoring him a bit since work and kid stuff has been keeping me busy.

Over all tho, life is good.
Busy, in a good way. but good.
Its nice to come back to my blog.
I missed it.

I missed it alot.