tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-56036403578948569612024-02-20T05:46:02.082-08:00Relationship RantEveryone is welcome to come and share all their relationship rants with me and my visitors. You will hear all about my very own rants, and we can all let a little steam off, and have a great laugh.Queen of the Ranthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14153375120518046774noreply@blogger.comBlogger125125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5603640357894856961.post-69764673694489001322013-01-23T14:38:00.002-08:002013-01-23T14:39:25.259-08:00My Wife The Bitch Take 2: A Reply From the QueenWell sir-thank you for the <a href="http://rantingaboutrelationships.blogspot.ca/2013/01/okay-i-had-to-post-this-and-my-rebuttle.html">warning</a> and looking out for all us females that may have been hiding under a rock our whole lives and do not know that a mans penis controls alot more then our orgasms. Now granted any woman that does not want to have sex on their honeymoon is a little strange, but I think the issue is not where she is or if she is on a honeymoon or not, but rather then she just does not want to have sex... with you, perhaps with anyone else for that matter.<br />
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So instead of telling everyone how horrible she is because my god who would not want to have sex with a fine organism like yourself-I mean she must be fucking crazy right?<br />
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Wrong! She is one of many women who finds it difficult to connect with her husband. What have you done to go out of your way to make her feel loved, special or better yet... sexy? I assume nothing because I mean you admit here that the ONLY SINGLE reason you married your wife was to get sex. <br />
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Now lets fast forward because you are very fucking long winded, but you say that you have no problem getting sex in other places, so what exactly was the point of getting married. I mean you say yourself that she has nothing else to offer men other then her body, that you do not even enjoy her company and that she has no intellect. So I pose that question again, why did you get married? For sex? (Shhh... Stop laughing everyone) Are you fucking brain dead-have you ever met a married person before? Do you hear them boasting about the amazing sex they had last night... no you do not because alot of married peoples sex lives wind down to sex a couple times a week-if they are lucky (and do not have children).<br />
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Now here is the first clue as to why your wife does not want to have sex with you.... Get ready.... BECAUSE YOU ARE AN ASSHOLE. I can smell you over my computer, you are rude, and arrogant, and you sound butt fucking ugly too. I mean who says this about their wife "Outside of willing, eager
participation in sex, you are nothing but a nuisance, a liability, an
annoying distraction, interrupting my otherwise constant state of
serenity, and my flow of good ideas". Again you sound like a pussy! Have you ever said anything to your wife about this, or did you pussy foot around it like you say you did in this rant? So instead of asking her what is wrong, and telling her how she makes you feel you just go out and put your dick in some other vagina. Fuck.<br />
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Do not try to justify your worthless behaviour! Do not speak to the world like you think you are some sort of force to be reckoned with, trust me you are nothing more then a bitter guy that got controlled by his wife for too long. You never really did stand up to her. You ran out like a scared little boy, and did not even have the balls to tell her how you feel in person.<br />
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When the tables turn-and trust me buddy-they will. When you could not get your dick up to save your life-you will see how it feels to have someone you love leave you because of an inadequacy that you cannot even control.<br />
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How do you know your wife does not have cervical cancer which leads to a low libido? Was she on the pill? Same outcome.... How do you know she was not depressed? Better yet how do you know her vagina is not depressed (yes that is a real thing).<br />
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Instead of chalking your wifes actions up to being a controlling tyrant, take a look in the mirror and at your inactions that may have caused this in the first place. Karma is a bitch, and you just pissed her off.<br />
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<br />Queen of the Ranthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14153375120518046774noreply@blogger.com33tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5603640357894856961.post-40980974745024618302013-01-15T15:46:00.001-08:002013-01-15T16:24:50.906-08:00My Wife the Bitch - Take 2<div style="color: #f3f3f3;">
Okay I had to post this, and my rebuttle will come next week because *ahem* I cannot just let him say these things without any accountability. While I do think he makes a few good points, a lot of what he is saying is just plain BS. Sound off below people!</div>
<span style="color: #f3f3f3;">-Queen</span><br />
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Honey, We have been married over three years now. I am filing for legal
separation today. After reassessing my feelings for you, and taking a
thorough inventory of our relationship, I have decided that it is time
to man up, grow a set of testicles, and cut you from my life like the
malignant tumor you are.As a courtesy to you, and as fair warning for
all women out there, I have posted this hoping you read
this letter as you are always reading these rants, and every other woman
out there, knows what is coming as the wages of the described course of
behavior. Let's start with sex: We were at an amazing resort in French
Polynesia on the first day of our honeymoon: over-the-water bungalows,
lavish buffets, still, blue lagoons, crystal-clear to the bottom...Wow,
was I blown away! Then I had this great idea..."Let's have sex!" I mean,
what the hell? It was our honeymoon, after all. "I'm tired." (in your
whiny tone) was your response. "Yeah, but it's our honeymoon! We're in
paradise, for crying out loud, let's get it on!" "I guess I have to,"
was your response. Boy, did that make me randy...<br />
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The next couple of days were a study in sexual procrastination and
avoidant behavior on your part. Trying to finagle sex from you had,
overnight, become like pulling teeth. Suddenly there were politics
involved...not like the entire year before, when you were good to go,
24/7/365.At the risk of presenting as disjointed, or lacking in
continuity, let me interrupt my own letter to pose a question at this
juncture: What on earth, outside of regular, willing, and adventurous
sex, do you think you have to offer a man? Do you think I married you
for your company?...your intellect? Do you think I find following you
through Target with a shopping cart more interesting than kicking back
with my male friends? Do you think you have a single insight into
politics, philosophy, religion, life, sports, finance, or general trivia
that has ever shed a single photon of illumination upon my perspective?
You do not.<br />
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Let me be clear: there is nothing, besides the promise of regular,
enjoyable sex, that I ever wanted from you...that would ever have made
me consider committing to you for the rest of my life. Once sex became
an unwilling labor for you, I stopped wanting even that. Men want
willing sex. Rapists want unwilling sex. Outside of willing, eager
participation in sex, you are nothing but a nuisance, a liability, an
annoying distraction, interrupting my otherwise constant state of
serenity, and my flow of good ideas.Oh, back to my story: It was day
four of ten of our honeymoon when you pronounced, "I'm not expected to
have sex with you every day." "Of course not," I politely answered. "But
this is our honeymoon. We're on the other side of the world, in the
South Pacific. People would kill to be where we are right now."<br />
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I should have noted the huge red flag waving when, some weeks before,
you tried to make the case that it would be fun to take some friends
along on our honeymoon, and maybe even your grandmother, and we could
all hang out the whole time. "Wouldn't that be fun?" Let me answer all
women on the planet here and now: Hell no! That would not, by any
stretch of the imagination, be fun.It was about the same day that I
realized how poor a conversationalist you were. Somehow, over the prior
year, when you were screwing me six ways from Sunday, I had overlooked
and/or simply rationalized the gigantic reality that you were, quite
simply, stupid as a post.<br />
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Anyway, there I was, ten grand into the most potentially romantic,
amorous, and otherwise amazing bonding experience ever put together; and
I had as my companion a tyrant who refused to have sex...or who offered
nastily, "If you want me to pretend I like it, I will." It was then,
immediately, that my eye began to wander.She was the French girl who
worked behind the counter at our hotel...an intern from some hotel
school program in France. She was a little goofy looking: big, bulgy
eyes, a bit of a swayback. Still, she was kind of sexy somehow. Upon
checking in, I had thought she was an atypical Frenchie, who was
uncharacteristically friendly.<br />
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There, one evening, as I was exchanging some traveler's checks for the
local currency while you laid on your already-becoming-lazy a$$ in the
room, she asked me how my honeymoon was going. I was at a loss for
words. I'm sure my facial expression told the whole story. Perceptive
creature that she was, she flashed an unmistakable look, and touched my
hand for much too long to be accidental. "Have you been to the spa?" she
asked me. I had not. "Oh, you really must see it." She said something
to her manager in French, and, in no time flat, she was kindly walking
me down the darkened path to the spa. Good Lord. It was like those
cheesy porn movies of old where the mailman shows up at the door to
deliver a "package,", and the lady tenant's towel falls off. It was that
easy. Can I just add one more ironic detail? Her name was actually
Marie! How poetic is that?Let me ask you something: Did you ever even
wonder why I stopped hounding you about sex on our honeymoon? I'm sure
you, in your way of rationalizing things, thought that you had won; and
that I had accepted your embargo. It was, in fact, simply because that
need was being met elsewhere.<br />
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Two weeks into our sham of a marriage, I was getting serviced somewhere
else. As unbelievable as it sounds, it was happening. I have to tell
you, more pleasurable than the strange, new, clandestine sex itself,
with an otherwise unremarkable woman, was the satisfaction of completely
undermining your false and inflated sense of power. Let me assure you:
that was just the beginning. I say "unremarkable?" Still, she was
certainly one for the check list, and my how the check list has grown,
and how those numbers keep moving closer to thirty.Somehow you took on
this persona of a wife in control. I listened, almost laughing out loud,
as you gave relationship advice to your girlfriends, colleagues and
cousins over the phone. You were so confident. Had I closed my eyes, I
would have thought Oprah Winfrey was waxing philosophical in the
background.After the honeymoon, the drought continued. You grudgingly
gave it up once a week for a while. Still, you had become rather
critical. You called it "coaching me," or "teaching you what I like."
Funny, you had never had a single complaint before we got married. It
was all wild and free back then. In a matter of weeks, the occasional
sex you were willing to give up became a chore for me, not even worth
the effort, too humiliating and frustrating to bother with. Eventually, I
lost all interest in you. When I did decide to give it a go, I found
myself having to conjure up all sorts of visions of all sorts of illicit
encounters in order to be able to perform for you.<br />
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In contrast, I was having no difficulty whatsoever outside the marriage.
Eventually, I was able to use the excitement of my extramarital affairs
to conjure up some grudging wood for you.Let me be clear, so that the
memories can start to click back into place for you, I have tagged,
slept with, and had trysts with almost every restaurant hostess with
whom you have ever though I was too friendly. I have followed up on
every counter girl, every book clerk, every sales assistant, masseuse
and apprentice...even the parts girl at the car dealership, and,
yes...one of your very own girlfriends...everyone who ever gave that
knowing flash...that tacit go-ahead. I have gone back later. I have
talked to them. I have closed the deal with more of them than I would
ever have thought possible in my wildest dreams.<br />
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The head I have received in elevators, in dressing rooms, in staircases,
in their apartments (twenty minutes, in-and-out while out running
errands); the soccer moms shopping at target...the women I have
encountered buying oranges at Whole Foods, or walking their dogs. I
swear to you that I have had the most exciting sex of my entire life
over the past three years of marriage...and none of it has ever been
with you.Now you want a baby. Let me just say that if I were some
outsider hearing this story; I would pronounce a complete idiot the man
who would stupidly impregnate you. NO!!!, I'm getting out while the
getting is good, baby and child support-free. It occurs to me that I may
have to pay a year and a half of alimony. Let me say in advance that it
will be worth every penny to be rid of you at last.<br />
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Women of the world, heed this advice. Heed it good; and don't you ever
think that you and your magic vagina are the exception to these few very
simple rules: Take care of your man. Treat him right. Shower him with
love and respect, and yes, I mean take care of his physical
needs...satisfy him sexually. Wear him out. If you want to guarantee
fidelity in your marriage, there is a simple way to achieve that: Never
let your husband leave the house with a single drop of semen remaining
in his body. Trust me, if he is not dumping it at home, he is dumping it
somewhere, unless he is a hopelessly unattractive, beat-down loser.
When you use sex for power and control, you do damage that cannot be
undone. When you withhold sex and affection from your husband you drive a
wedge between you and your man. Not only that, you drive him elsewhere
to get his needs met. It is that simple.<br />
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For the record, let me assure you that the world is literally brimming
with women who are very happy to be a friendly port in the long, nasty
storm. There are people out there who take satisfaction in undermining
your hollow little conquest of controlling the sex in your marriage.Let
me further assure you that there is no such thing as controlling your
man sexually. The simple reality is that, if he has any game at all, and
does not have a parasitic twin growing out of his forehead, the world
is full of other offers. You can only control whether he is getting it
at home or not. If you want to control your man, give him all the sex he
wants. If you want to lose control of your man, go ahead and cut him
off.Let me add a further tidbit of wisdom at no extra charge. There is
an old saying: Women get married hoping everything will change, men get
married hoping everything will stay the same.<br />
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Women, if, somewhere in the back of your mind, you are waiting for the
day when your male partner is bound by contract, finances, and perhaps
biology, so that you can cut off the sex and become a mini
tyrant...don't get married. Join a convent. Work at an orphanage or a
pre-school. Adopt a child on your own. Find some way to fulfill your
maternal instincts that does not involve marrying under false pretenses.
Your man would not have stuck around before the marriage if it were
loveless and sexless. He also does not want a marriage that is sexless.<br />
There are a million things you can do to have your child or children
without suckering in some poor dope, too naive to foresee your evil
plan. Are you an honorable person? Then live honorably. Do not live in
breach of the spirit of the marriage contract. Trust me, the sex you
were willingly giving up as a sell job before the marriage is the only
commodity you have to barter that makes it worthwhile for your man to
tolerate the rest of what comes with you. Don't sucker a man in, and
then expect him to comply with your skewed and artificial construct of
fidelity.If you breach the spirit of the marriage contract, you lose all
trust and intimacy with your man. If man were to change his nature, our
species would vanish in less than a hundred years. Cutting your man off
is not only disrespectful, it is simply counterproductive.<br />
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The quality of your relationship, his attachment to you, his dedication
and sexual fidelity, will be determined by his feelings of access, of
being welcomed and embraced, of desirability. We are who we are. We are
hard-wired creatures of nature. It is biological. Deal with it, or
don't; but don't' do it under false pretenses.Let me further comment,
for the reader' information, that, after the marriage, you, Pumpkin',
stopped cooking. You stopped cleaning anything. You don't do dishes. You
don't vacuum. You don't dust. You don't do laundry. You leave your
dishes all over the house. You spend money like it is going out of
style; and nothing ever makes you happy, except unlimited shopping. You
infidelity manifests itself on a thousand fronts that are not sexual.
Let me ask you something: what good are you to anyone? Good luck finding
your next sucker, now that you're 31, fat, and much less attractive
than before. By the way, I shall not miss your nagging, or your
complaining, or your "making me a better man," as you like to call it. I
shall not miss your car driving tips. I have purchased a new flat
screen TV and home entertainment system that will neither nag me, not
interrupt me while I'm watching the occasional game. I have also decided
to splurge on a cleaning lady in my new place.<br />
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Finally, I'll have a woman who gets things done...and the price will be
known and agreed upon up-front.So, Honey...Pumpkin...you stupid,
narcissistic cow...how do you feel now? Do you feel powerful? Or is the
helium beginning to seep from your balloon? How many of you women
sitting are at your desk at this very moment are wondering if it is not
your husband who wrote this letter? Do you know what's strange? I used
to think infidelity was wrong. Now I think it is perfectly right and
justified. If your husband is out fooling around; it's because you are
not doing your job. Not only is he justified in fooling around, you have
it coming. You deserve it. One breach of contract deserves another.<br />
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Men of the world, a woman who changes the terms of your sexual
arrangement after marriage deserves infidelity. She plays a two-edged
game...violating her implied duty as a wife, yet still holding you to
the letter of your contract. It is the oldest, cheapest manipulation in
the book: and, very likely, the root cause of the oldest profession in
the world.The Oxford English Dictionary defines infidelity as
"unfaithfulness or disloyalty to a person," among other things. Let me
redefine it for you. Fidelity is living and being, on a daily basis,
contract or no contract, the person you have represented yourself to be.
In business contracts, we use the term "good faith" a lot to describe
the expectation that both parties of a contract will behave in such a
manner as will benefit both parties as much as possible. For instance,
if a record company signs a contract with an artist, both parties agree
to act "in good faith," meaning that the company will do everything in
its power to represent the artist favorably, and sell records. The
artist, in return, agrees to put their best efforts into their records,
their performances, and whatever promotional activities may be expected.
Without the expectation of that somewhat ambiguous "good faith," either
party could choose, at any time, to not honor the spirit of the
contract, thereby creating disadvantage for both parties.<br />
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"Good faith," is an absolute must.A marriage is the same. Perhaps the
"faithful" part of the vows goes deeper than sexual fidelity. I believe
it means you put your best foot forward, always, and in all things. I
believe it means that you do not allow yourself to become a fat lazy,
nagging, complaining toddler who doesn't want to have sex with your
partner any more. Any deviation from whom you represented yourself to be
before, and upon signing the contract is, in fact, a failure to meet
the implied "good faith" of the marriage contract. Any false personality
you create in order to bag your partner, and then shed as soon as
you're married is a misrepresentation. We need to stop defining
infidelity as sexual only. Infidelity has many faces, and many
manifestations. When you stop trying as a partner, or decide to renege
on what you previously offered, you are in fact being disloyal,
unfaithful and false to your partner. The idea that unfaithfulness is
physical, via the sex act only is a semantic game we need to no longer
play. Husbands need to start calling their wives on it. I would go as
far as to say that prenups need to include specifics as to sexual
frequency, sexual behavior, including attitude, and division of
household chores.After all has been said and done, it may surprise you
all to know that, in my humble opinion, most men don't fool around
because of the sex itself, it's really about the validation, the
feelings of being wanted and valued. Women, if you want your man to seek
his validation elsewhere, then you know exactly what to do. Cut him
off.Men, make it part of your own personal credo to fool around if your
wife cuts you off. Let all women know that they have it coming. Let them
know beyond a shadow of a doubt that the minute they cut you off,
protest, make a fuss, or become grudging about sex, you will walk out
that front door and get it somewhere else.
Queen of the Ranthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14153375120518046774noreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5603640357894856961.post-10771808729955854282013-01-04T09:08:00.001-08:002013-01-04T09:09:03.144-08:00What More Can A Chick Do To Spice Things Up? Queen- <br />
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I have been with my boyfriend for almost a year, and the affection was
very much there. After his inguinal hernia surgery (I supported him
emotionally, physically, and financially). After that, I read a message
about him meeting up with an old flame using my car. Claims he never
went, but no proof, so have no idea. Since then, things started to
diminish (to now non-existing). This has been an ongoing issue. Every
day, I sit on the chase on one side, and he sits on the couch. No effort
on his part to initiate anything more than dinner. Tried the damsel in
distress saying I was cold while he had the covers. . . this dame got
her own cover after it was ignored. I have tried talking to him, but
that turns into him shutting down and me feeling worse. Tried positive
reinforcement. Initiating it, you ask? I try to lay on him, but there's
always an excuse to get up, or he "gets too uncomfortable easily". <br />
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There are only three pop kisses a day at the most: Goodbye, Goodnight,
"Random" after I pick him up from work. Yes, you read right, I take him
to work and wait an hour to pick him back up. We joke around about us
being like Zack and Miri because I wake him up and we ride everywhere.
Only time the kisses are open mouth/in any romantic gestures are in the
morning when he goes to exit my car, and I am not a morning person. <br />
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This lack of affection is really affecting our biweekly sex life (during
the afternoon on a Sunday in the living room). Never get kissed for
that either. Well, it affects me anyway. If he doesn't ring the bell, he
then tells me to finish it myself and he zones out to the TV if I do
so. There have been attempts to spice things up, but that didn't get
things going. He lost interest within minutes of me dressing up like a
cop. Our night at a hotel didn't even involve cuddling. Got rejected
when trying to wake him up enough to want to fool around. Only hot day
we had was when he used syrup in the kitchen. Tried to rekindle that,
but that never gets very far. <br />
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So, when is there decent interaction? All I pretty much get is the
flirty/picking on each other type in the car or in a store. As soon as
we get home, it all stops and we just sit on the furniture until bed.
You would think that would encourage some intimacy. We are full size
people on two separate full size mattresses (we thought we bought a
queen on Craigslist, but we got screwed over). We can both fit on a full
size, but with him being over six feet and 360+ lbs, it does not give
him much space to sprawl out without me being scared to stretch and fall
off.<br />
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He claims that he wants to be more affectionate/sexual, but at this
point, they are just words coming out of his mouth. I try to accept it,
but he sees the disappointed look in my face constantly. I have even
taken a brief break in the relationship due to this issue. I am 28 and
he is 31, why are we acting like this?<br />
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What more can a chick do?
Queen of the Ranthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14153375120518046774noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5603640357894856961.post-50780166196637960032013-01-04T08:42:00.001-08:002013-01-04T08:42:35.658-08:00I'mmmmmm BaaaacccckkkkHey all my lovely readers. I had to come back becasue of all the people who have been reading my blog while I have been on hiatus. Thanks for all the love! You have inspired me to sit in front of my computer and spill a few rants. You guys have kept my blog alive for the last year while I have been away and I feel the love vibes!<br />
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Send me your rants folks!<a href="mailto:smart_blondey12@hotmail.com"> Just email me!</a> <br />
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<br />Queen of the Ranthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14153375120518046774noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5603640357894856961.post-66128494541649607852011-01-24T09:30:00.000-08:002011-01-24T09:30:30.374-08:00Relationship Rant PLAYLIST-Song 18Hey Y'all I hope you had a fabulous weekend. To kick it off-lets jam!<br />
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You all know how much I love Adele-and her new album is coming out in February-so here is a sneak peek...<br />
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<iframe allowfullscreen="" class="youtube-player" frameborder="0" height="390" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/rYEDA3JcQqw" title="YouTube video player" type="text/html" width="640"></iframe>Queen of the Ranthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14153375120518046774noreply@blogger.com10tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5603640357894856961.post-27968574351311859362011-01-17T09:57:00.000-08:002011-01-17T09:57:40.014-08:00Waste Not - Want NotAll,<br />
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Well since things seem to be functioning in the lovers den.... this rant is about a different relationship-our love affair with trash!<br />
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After doing a bit of Spring cleaning over the weekend, I had the plesure of visitng my local dump. I was astonished to see just how much garbage our community produces. You see I grew up in the Interior of British Columbia, where all of Vancouvers garbage goes! In the summer time you were hit with the stench of rotting trash, and when the wind piped up-it was strown across the highway for everyone to witness. Did you know that your garbage gets buried in the ground? Well where I am from it does.<br />
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So when I went to the dump, I was amazed that no one sorts through the garbage, instead they leave it up to "honest" individulas to tell them what you are dumping. <br />
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Well, as much as I think most people are honest, with todays economy, everyone is looking to save a buck here and there, so the chances of them telling the attendant that they are throwing out old used car batteries, or electronics-which costs more to dump-I am sure they are going with the cheaper avenue-household garbage. <br />
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No one sorts it, no one checks to make sure you are not throwing away old cans of paint-nope instead they shovel it ito a compactor, truck to the lovely place I grew up-and bury it in the ground.<br />
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We wonder why we have cancers, life threatening illnesses, and mercury in our oceans. We wonder why beached whales are disposed of the same way toxic waste is, why our polar bears are dying of exhaustion to make it to their next meal and why our birds are falling from the sky. Well try burying a toaster in the ground for a few months, and then measuring what chemicals and toxins are seeping into the ground-the same ground where we grow fruits and vegetables to feed our children.<br />
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SO next time you have something that you are going to throw away-THINK-think can I donate this to someone in need-can I take anything valuable from it-can I turn it into something useful, can I recycle it, can I keep it.<br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">"Who Who"-owl</td></tr>
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</tbody></table>My New Years resolution hit me this weekend-and it is not to lose weight or quit smoking, which will only benefit me-but rather to waste less. Throw things away only if it is necessary-and to make something out of the next guys common trash. My first endeavor will be to make art of of garbage-which my dad does all the time (above photos), or like <a href="http://aurajoon.blogspot.com/">Aura Joon</a>, who makes stuff out of recycled things or garbage-like old cupboard doors that she paints and puts quotes on.<br />
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I hope the next generation is smarter then we were, given they have more then we ever did-does that mean eventually all of it will end up in the landfills? Well that is up to you and me!<br />
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Please send me your great ideas on things that I can make out of garbage like Aura Joon and my dad do! <br />
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PS-Just because you think you are recycling your electronics through the right avenues, check out this video which open our eyes to where it all is really going... a documentary that I will surely be watching, and I hope you do to!<br />
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<object height="385" width="480"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/a0xpRk7MYNg?fs=1&hl=en_US"></param><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"></param><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"></param><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/a0xpRk7MYNg?fs=1&hl=en_US" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="480" height="385"></embed></object>Queen of the Ranthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14153375120518046774noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5603640357894856961.post-17283429645994811892011-01-11T09:24:00.000-08:002011-01-11T09:24:16.656-08:00Follow Up: My Boyfriends Best FriendSo if you remember I got a <a href="http://rantingaboutrelationships.blogspot.com/2010/08/my-boyfrineds-best-friend.html">rant</a> from a gal, as she fooled around with her mans best friend while they were broken up... he had a drinking problem.... well if you cannot remember click on the link and read it again...<br />
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Here is how she is doing now...<br />
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Queen,<br />
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Thank you and your followers for all of your advice. I went with the honesty is the best policy option, and I am sad to say that we ended our relationship roughly a month after I told him. However, the reason why I wanted to email you and let you know what happened is that it turns out everything worked out fine. Stevie's advice was spot on-I was in a bad situation, and neither of those guys were what I really wanted. Now I have found someone that I could truly be happy with, and we are doing great-no drinking and we do not fight.<br />
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I was scared to lose my ex since we had been together for so long, but really that was the best thing for me-perhaps that is why I chose to sleep with his friend in the first place-subconsciously I knew we would never last after that!<br />
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If it was not for you and your followers I may still be stuck, trying to lie my way through a meaningless relationship, and miss out on meeting my new man. My ex is drinking again, and I worry that it is because of me, but I will never look back-thank-you so much for all of your help!<br />
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Yours Truly,<br />
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"Couldn't be happier"Queen of the Ranthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14153375120518046774noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5603640357894856961.post-58079070723895137722011-01-10T09:17:00.000-08:002011-01-10T09:17:20.780-08:00Relationship Rant PLAYLIST Song 17So I went and saw "Country Strong" last night, and OMG you must see it. I do not care what anyone says that movie was amazing. If you have ever known an alcoholic or you like country music, you must see it, it was a gift to watch.<br />
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All of the actors do a great job, and they are all singing themselves. My favorite song I have chosen to make this weeks Relationship Rant Playlist song. It is just such a touching song, and I hear you do not get this version on the soundtrack so this is a special treat for all of you. I loved the whole soundtrack as well, but you need to see the movie to make it that much better!<br />
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What do you think? <br />
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<object height="385" width="480"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/g5SIoJSqmuI?fs=1&hl=en_US"></param><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"></param><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"></param><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/g5SIoJSqmuI?fs=1&hl=en_US" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="480" height="385"></embed></object>Queen of the Ranthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14153375120518046774noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5603640357894856961.post-36571481468199538482011-01-06T10:05:00.000-08:002011-01-06T10:05:01.384-08:00I Am BackWell my awesome readers, I am back, after a couple of weeks on a hiatus, I am back. It is a New Year, but yet everything feels the same. The holidays were good, but I cannot help but feel so tired. I have zero motivation, and I cannot figure out why.<br />
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I am going to try to get myself out of this rut. Perhaps I need a vacation from the holidays, but really I think I want something more, something big, and life altering. I cannot help but feel like something is missing. <br />
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For now, I am going to get ready for another year of rants. I will do my best to catch up on all your blogs and see how your holidays were. I hope everyone had a safe and healthy time. <br />
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Do not forget to <a href="mailto:smart_blondey12@hotmail.com">send me</a> your holiday rants.... it is the most stressful time of year, so you gotta have something to say....Queen of the Ranthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14153375120518046774noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5603640357894856961.post-41905807628299505382010-12-15T09:40:00.000-08:002010-12-15T09:40:05.711-08:00Do Nice Girls Finish Last?<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiAiXDgLJ6NkG5A0CM50BH-O9Ees1NHncrmKFPLjMTiYUWUVIQW0KTzbIPpttni2ECD8X_E7fNfV23qkcCTjPwWPf_8G8o_ZJsoJGWFNa7OkmzWF5dOt1_uM1k6Pm0vJ1A12alSjKzKo_4/s1600/working%252Bwomen.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiAiXDgLJ6NkG5A0CM50BH-O9Ees1NHncrmKFPLjMTiYUWUVIQW0KTzbIPpttni2ECD8X_E7fNfV23qkcCTjPwWPf_8G8o_ZJsoJGWFNa7OkmzWF5dOt1_uM1k6Pm0vJ1A12alSjKzKo_4/s320/working%252Bwomen.jpg" width="240" /></a></div>Queen,<br />
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Once I was a nice altruistic & loving woman. I obeyed my parents. I graduated from a top tier university and created a financially rewarding career. I worked hard and enjoyed life. I have traveled to over 50 countries. I loved & respected others based on their character and nothing else. I always maintained my appearance, never drank, never smoked, never did drugs, never depended on a man & was never promiscuous. <br />
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I prided myself on my size 4 figure, flawless skin and long healthy hair. I look about a decade younger then my chronological age. In my 20’s I was married for a short time to a wealthy investment banker in New York. The marriage was initially good but soon discovered he was bipolar. I left and divorced him soon after. I had a good relationship with an Irishman for a few years. We ended it as friends. I did not want to move to Dublin permanently. <br />
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I have only been with two men sexually. I am not frigid, a religious fanatic, fat, ugly or deformed. I have always believed sex should be within marriage or at the very least in a mutually loving stable relationship. I have never had a yeast infection, a std, suffered sexual abuse, become pregnant or faced the many woes women who are very sexually promiscuous have to experience. I was disciplined & resisted instant gratification. 95% of me feels comfortable with my life decisions. I avoided a lot of BS women go through in the effort to have “love” or a “man” in their life. <br />
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The remaining 5% of me thinks maybe I should have been open to children, willing to sleep with the firm’s partner, sleep with married men in power, willing to have a threesome, willing to date younger men who were attracted to me, accept a man’s jaded sexual past who was reformed and good to me & not reject him. Then I think would I be in denial or an emotional basket case like many women are who take the devil may care attitude. I do not know. We all make choices. <br />
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What I have learned is that MOST MEN want a woman dependent on them in some way preferably financially whether they are willing to admit it or not. Most men are not interested in having a smart mate. They only want you to look good & play the arm candy. Most men do not care about your accomplishments. They want to fuck you. Most men want to play the “hero” & solve the problems. They do not want a partner who can solve the problems and avoid the damsel in distress scenario. <br />
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It does not pay to be a nice girl in life. Nice girls are boring, lonely, unappreciated and unloved. <br />
Maybe I should have been a whore or a gold digging selfish woman. <br />
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Yours truly,<br />
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Single lonely 39 year old womanQueen of the Ranthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14153375120518046774noreply@blogger.com8tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5603640357894856961.post-38647347452779076112010-12-13T10:22:00.000-08:002010-12-13T10:23:41.642-08:00Relationship Rant PLAYLIST-Song 16Hey Everyone,<br />
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Sorry I have been sick all week, and finally have recovered enough to do a new post. I hope everyone is doing well, and getting psyched about Christmas and the holidays. I have almost finished my shopping, and even started wrapping last night-so I do not feel as stressed as I usually do around the holidays.<br />
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I am also excited because it is my birthday on Friday-but I have not come up with anything to do-so please give me some ideas-I am not much of a club kind of girl, so it makes it difficult.<br />
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My song for today is another one by the Dixie Chicks, and it is one of my favorites, but it is quite sad. The video is amazing, and anyone I talk to has a different interpretation for the song. I would love to hear your idea of what this song is about, just comment below.<br />
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Mine is that I think it is about child abuse, but I am not going to say anymore until you tell me what you guys think it is about....<br />
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I hope you like it as much as I do...<br />
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<object height="385" width="480"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/yrNkuQUhh3A?fs=1&hl=en_US"></param><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"></param><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"></param><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/yrNkuQUhh3A?fs=1&hl=en_US" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="480" height="385"></embed></object>Queen of the Ranthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14153375120518046774noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5603640357894856961.post-38805865844331392722010-12-01T09:52:00.000-08:002010-12-01T09:52:32.600-08:00List of Shit Women Need to Know-Bad Language Warning<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgvMl_T26g_NMSM9ceCgDTgMJFcfC4hVHiL-wti9x1C9QduCa6U1C5_vPuItqptWycqulfns9OyJmW0MTdCQ2cC8Q6nurc4Cz-ELipRLLSnJDmuijOJVrO5X7j4ixGlSFcS-Q31mancdCI/s1600/images.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgvMl_T26g_NMSM9ceCgDTgMJFcfC4hVHiL-wti9x1C9QduCa6U1C5_vPuItqptWycqulfns9OyJmW0MTdCQ2cC8Q6nurc4Cz-ELipRLLSnJDmuijOJVrO5X7j4ixGlSFcS-Q31mancdCI/s1600/images.jpg" /></a></div>Queen, I saw your FUCK MEN day post, and here is my rebuttle...<br />
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<i>(Oh geesh-I knew I had this coming-Queen)</i><br />
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Before I commence, let me say that I am a happily married man. My wife and I work well as a team and enjoy a really good sex life. I am writing this as I see some of my single male friends and what they are going through and I am taking this as THEIR POV for all you complaining women out there who think you are the most beautiful, sexiest, smartest babe around who can walk on water and whose pussy never smells funny. While you are beautiful, you better start paying attention to this shit below. <br />
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List of Shit Women Need to Know. <br />
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Hey, you know that saying “I have the pussy so I make the rules”…yeah well that’s total bullshit. There are a lot more women out there who are nice, are pretty, and don’t hold that shit over our heads. If you really are staunch about that “I have the..” bullshit, you’ll more than likely end up making those rules with your vibrator. <br />
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Stop complaining and doing nothing at all about it. That’s the lamest shit ever…and don’t go on with how tired you are running the kids around. Do you think that the man at work is not freaking out with the responsibility of making bacon for you and the kids? No wonder men die earlier. <br />
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Here’s an important one, when I ask you a question, and it’s legitimately a yes or no type of thing, answer yes or no. Example, “honey, do I need to empty the dishwasher?”…The right answer is yes or no….here is an example of the WRONG answer “well, it’s not going to empty itself” (and inserting the rolling eyes adds even more insult to injury). Here’s a clue, men don’t just think about porking every hot babe there is, we have a shitload of stuff on our minds. The bills, the car, the dogs, the yard, the job…tons of shit. So when we ask, it’s for real because we do want to help, but many times were not sure of the status. Oh yeah, fuck you and the idea that we should just get up and do it, how many times have we started something with the assumption that it’s ready to be done, only to be stopped and asked why the hell we are doing that? So answer the fucking question, we’ll get up or stop what we are doing and empty the dishwasher. <br />
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Now driving, yeah, you’re worse at it. Want to know why, you’re easily distracted. STOP pointing out every little dumb ass thing on the side of the road that we have seen 100 damn times. Stop trying to do the relationship talk while your feet are supposed to be on the gas and brake pedal, but not both at the same time. Don’t get to the end of a merge lane and THEN just start to look left to merge. Christ…pay attention! I’m totally serious, why you think that now is a good time to start an intense conversation about Jenny’s boyfriend being an asshole or how your boss keep looking down your shirt while navigating downtown rush hour is beyond anyone with a smidge of a brain. No fucking wonder you get stupid at shiny things!<br />
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So let’s get some shit straight…. <br />
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1 – We love you, stop acting like a demented Rottweiler <br />
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2 – Answer us directly, we have shit on our minds too and need help remembering shit if it needs to get done. <br />
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3 – Stop playing holdout sex games. It WILL drive men away and they will either dump your ass for a new hottie or do it behind your back, or we will become asshole grouses just like you. Enjoy sex and be what your partner wants and he sure will do his damndest to do the same for you. <br />
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4 – Trust me, men give you LOTS of breaks, and it’s time you recognized it. Men may be from Mars and women from Venus but that doesn’t mean we shouldn’t understand that we are both in space and our gravitational fields relate to each other. <br />
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5 – Chill the fuck out OK? We’ll all get along betterQueen of the Ranthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14153375120518046774noreply@blogger.com10tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5603640357894856961.post-27954825300731181082010-11-29T09:42:00.000-08:002010-11-29T09:42:06.690-08:00Relationship Rant PLAYLIST-Song 15Yo yo yo!<br />
Wow, some crazy rants here eh? That last one made me want to jump through my computer and give that poor girl a hug and a ride to the airport-no one deserves to be treated like that! I find it amazing what a man can do to a woman. The way they can make us feel, and make us think that we are the most wonderful people on the face of the earth one day... and the worst people the next. I hate to say this, but they almost brainwash us, and we flutter on their every word. I hate this, but I hate to say that I do it too. I am sure I am not the only one either, speak up ladies, don't be shy.<br />
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This next song goes out to all of these women. It took me some time to figure out what Florence is trying to convey with this song, but lets say it hit me like a bullet in the head. Perhaps that's what she wanted... us to make us our own meaning for the song. Well this is what I came up with... us women need to take care of ourselves, as happiness can change in a matter of minutes. We work like dogs to try and please the men in our lives, and for what? It does not really get us anywhere in the long run, usually we end up with broken hearts, or worse-broken jaws.<br />
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So today I say fuck men, fuck them and the horse they rode in on. We don't need them for anything. I change my own oil-and I take out my own trash. If I really need something handy done... I know that there are good people lurking around that will do things for me because they are good people, not because I did the dishes so they have to fix my car, or better yet because we are sleeping together. We either pay for their help in one way or another, they are not genuine feelings of gratuity.<br />
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So today I mark November 29th as FUCK MEN DAY. I am sure us women deserve our own fuck women day, but we will leave that to some sour man to create.<br />
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Enjoy this song everyone-I just found her even though she has been around for awhile, and I hope you love her as much as I do!<br />
MUAH<br />
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-Queen<br />
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<object height="385" width="640"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/iWOyfLBYtuU?fs=1&hl=en_US"></param><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"></param><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"></param><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/iWOyfLBYtuU?fs=1&hl=en_US" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="640" height="385"></embed></object>Queen of the Ranthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14153375120518046774noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5603640357894856961.post-79166234387598985242010-11-26T10:21:00.000-08:002010-11-26T10:22:00.298-08:00A Positive Rant-There Are Good People In This World<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg8qq2rrmcAmKMJ0b1MwGUGfFaiDW9FFM0N03a8z5PDVFhrLUbdpVryYNMS0cfQV66xrElKRm_A-zgnYyui4i00GfL7X__o7jwWIe8ZHP5zY2iAtE3YYYqvieI1DZLbyYJx3SyCYbOKTpc/s1600/mechanic.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="150" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg8qq2rrmcAmKMJ0b1MwGUGfFaiDW9FFM0N03a8z5PDVFhrLUbdpVryYNMS0cfQV66xrElKRm_A-zgnYyui4i00GfL7X__o7jwWIe8ZHP5zY2iAtE3YYYqvieI1DZLbyYJx3SyCYbOKTpc/s200/mechanic.jpg" width="200" /></a></div>All,<br />
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I simply must take this opportunity to tell you that despite the fact my blog focuses on mostly negative rants, sometimes a rave is in order. Today is that day. I want to send a shout out to Tom Boos of Vancouver, BC for showing me that there are good people left in this world.<br />
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This morning I pulled up to get gas at my local Petro Canada, and there was a line up to get gas. Once I was finished fueling I jumped back in my van, started the engine, and nothing... That's not all, my alarm was making this weird noise every few seconds, drawing even more attention to me as I held up everyone trying to gas up behind me.<br />
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I immediately got on my phone with 'the man' as he is quite the handy man. It was early and so I had to call a couple times to wake his ass up, and when I did he was like 'what do you want me to do..." -ass!<br />
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So he says to ask the gas guy if he has a wrench, so I ask, and he says there is a mechanic shop next door and they probably have one, so I went over, but then I remembered I left my purse in my open van, so I went back-I looked like a chicken with my head cut off, running around... clueless.<br />
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On my way back to my car, a gentleman asked me if I needed a wrench, as he must have over heard me ask the gas guy. I said "yes, but I don't know what to do with it". The man is on the phone on one ear, and this guy on the other, so I told my man I had to go as I could not talk to two people at once.<br />
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You see I get really panicked in these situations, I think it is out of embarrassment, and I do not know why I care about what these people think of me-I will likely never see any of them again, but the man gets mad when I get all panicky and shriek on the phone in his ear, so I did not mind hanging up to speak with this nice calm gentleman with the wrench.<br />
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We walked over to my car, and he fiddled with a few things and asked me to start it. Poof-she started no problem. I said "how did you do that?" and he told me that my battery posts are loose and dirty, so he showed me what to do if it happens again.<br />
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Then he gave me the wrench, and I said no no-thats okay. He said no take it-trust me-this will happen again until you take it in and get those tightened and cleaned. So I accepted the wrench, and I told him-I owe him one-can I by ya a beer or something? He said no but let me give you my card-and just tell your friends about me-I said so you are a mechanic, and he replied that too, I do it all. His card read-handyman. <br />
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He is right though-he is that too, because not only is he a handyman, mechanic and cleaner, but he was my little miracle for the day.<br />
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So thank-you Tim Boos-YOU ROCK! You showed me there are good people left in this world. I will tell everyone I know about you, and now I know what to do if it happens again. You know what they say... teach a man to fish and he will at for a year, or some shit.<br />
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Tim taught me to fish, and now I am proud to be human again!Queen of the Ranthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14153375120518046774noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5603640357894856961.post-60589110225562448482010-11-24T10:35:00.000-08:002010-11-24T10:35:14.160-08:00My Secret<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhSgNl62NqiXAnGSmEYp-acpYbpyW5R_LgKo7WuZrAhd5MhZynRsVHsRb-e7O43qXBYuOyX4OEp9a25mZsvdAHYtoiWhYE4VAMQ68GBh6HLQTkixDl7qWmosgZWGS7t-hvfsXz1-IMY9LE/s1600/crazy-man.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhSgNl62NqiXAnGSmEYp-acpYbpyW5R_LgKo7WuZrAhd5MhZynRsVHsRb-e7O43qXBYuOyX4OEp9a25mZsvdAHYtoiWhYE4VAMQ68GBh6HLQTkixDl7qWmosgZWGS7t-hvfsXz1-IMY9LE/s320/crazy-man.jpg" width="219" /></a></div>queen,<br />
ok so i'm married i have been for 3 years now and honestly I HATE IT! <br />
my husband is the biggest jerk in the world he yells at me degrades me and cares more about his materialistic things than me....or his daughter (who is 3 months old btw) <br />
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i just dont know what to do, i cant just leave him (i had my daughter 3 months ago and now im fat no one else would want some fat girl) and to make matters worse i support him he doesnt work nor has he ever when i met him he lived with his parents and 5 months later he was living with me and still is. <br />
I just feel lost and confused when i got pregnant with my daughter i was so excited and two months later we were set to go to the first ultra sound and the night before the ultra sound he gave me a story about how he needed to rush to his moms (which is over an hour away) and stay there for a few months because she was having serious health problems, i was hurt but i understood. Then a few days later i talked to his mom on the phone when i called for him and she was asking me why he needed to be there and asked me how I planned on paying her for him staying there....I asked her what he told her and she told me that he told her that he just needed to get away. <br />
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So i ask him and like every other time he gets caught in a lie he flips out and yells and screams until the cops come... so then i play it off like nothing is wrong and put on a happy face for the cops (not that i did anything illegal or anything but to save his ass). So on christmas my parents got us matching IPod touches and in february i was playing on mine and apparently he asked me a question and i didnt answer so he grabbed my IPod and threw it against the wall (several times) and broke it ok so he still plays on his all the time, im not allowed to touch his but im fine with that seeing how im always working or taking care of my baby one day his goes off and its some 17 year old girl named "melissa wright" and she is talking about having sex with him and getting married to him so i pick it up and message her back and tell her that hes married and she messages me back and says i know babe when are you going to tell her that your moving with me ( i never said who i was when i messaged her) a month after that my baby was crying (i had just worked 18 hours) he woke me up and said "arent you going to get your kid" so i say "shes yours too cant you get her" and he said "FUCK" and jumps up and gets her then he throws the baby wipes against the wall and breaks them open. So obviously being a mother i get up fearing for my baby and tell him not to worry about it and i take over and he goes to bed and at this point he chooses to sleep in the guest bedroom so that the baby doesnt disturb him anymore. <br />
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so tonight i hugged him and he dropped his IPod (on the carpet in the living room) and he starts yelling at me telling me what a worthless bitch i am. <br />
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And to make matters worse his mom and dad are getting a divorce and his mom doesnt have a job so i have been paying her bills too and she just talks about me all the time and even made him think it was okay to physically abuse me. <br />
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I work constantly and feel like i have a dark secret that only me and my now 3 month baby know.Queen of the Ranthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14153375120518046774noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5603640357894856961.post-50178666558644894492010-11-22T09:14:00.000-08:002010-11-22T09:14:29.640-08:00Relationship Rant PLAYLIST-Song 14Hey Y'all-I cannot freakin believe that looking back I have not put up one single song by this group, so I MUST share this one with you asap. <br />
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Now I know this group has some problems with some Americans, but you need to stop blaming this group-music is a form of free speech, and you know what-in the end these ladies were right-they stood by their beliefs even if it meant their own demise. Not only does there music protest some very important issues-but it will truly touch your soul. Whether it is the banjo, thefiddle or that amazing voice-this song will bring a tear to your eye... and hopefully put things in perspective for you, through good times or bad. <br />
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What I hope you all leave with from this song-is never back down from something you believe in-and if you contemplate doing that... listen to these gals-and they will show you the way!<br />
<object height="385" width="480"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/nLBgmbXBOb8?fs=1&hl=en_US"></param><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"></param><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"></param><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/nLBgmbXBOb8?fs=1&hl=en_US" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="480" height="385"></embed></object>Queen of the Ranthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14153375120518046774noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5603640357894856961.post-38351716772592114592010-11-19T08:57:00.000-08:002010-11-19T08:57:37.447-08:00Relationship Poll-Come on Baby Light My Fire<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiAKeEYaFxy6O2EKD2S6kAOOBFYdnIYA2S1ivU-YtP8idnhIwqTcA8iyJVLBEoB8ljnh-iNcNDI9hyphenhyphenyc8kD7g7WKENwicNDEtLaOHE16xxjqOYjQ0ee87m343Mcd_GM1M93-1NEZkBhCa0/s1600/119709197585381818TzeenieWheenie_Power_On_Off_Switch_red_2svgmed_large.png" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiAKeEYaFxy6O2EKD2S6kAOOBFYdnIYA2S1ivU-YtP8idnhIwqTcA8iyJVLBEoB8ljnh-iNcNDI9hyphenhyphenyc8kD7g7WKENwicNDEtLaOHE16xxjqOYjQ0ee87m343Mcd_GM1M93-1NEZkBhCa0/s1600/119709197585381818TzeenieWheenie_Power_On_Off_Switch_red_2svgmed_large.png" /></a></div>What is the worst way a guy has taken you out of "the mood"?Queen of the Ranthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14153375120518046774noreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5603640357894856961.post-50872568516236333622010-11-17T09:56:00.000-08:002010-11-17T09:56:04.311-08:00Abortion-From A Man's Perspective<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjdCq0NyZCNabrc0-PHX1OSTZpasSyEZHMi6excQ42iyBaK4GVY2wp3ztYKnTshLT9W_XelWMc_MMRt5M9QYzbujnCmBhpafU0KROM-9brefsDAcAAm5fNaQoZXzYKUQkOfnKfwZW8Q6yk/s1600/abortion-debate1.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjdCq0NyZCNabrc0-PHX1OSTZpasSyEZHMi6excQ42iyBaK4GVY2wp3ztYKnTshLT9W_XelWMc_MMRt5M9QYzbujnCmBhpafU0KROM-9brefsDAcAAm5fNaQoZXzYKUQkOfnKfwZW8Q6yk/s1600/abortion-debate1.jpg" /></a></div>All, <br />
Please forgive me if this upsets anyone, that was not my intention-this guy has obviously put a lot of thought into this rant, and so I want to give him the opportunity to post it-as I do not see many men with the ability to show their emotions like this.<br />
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Queen,<br />
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First let me start by saying I am male, that being said. I am at a complete loss as to why you see all these men taking a stand on abortion. The way I look at it is, I do not want anyone man or woman telling me what I can or cannot do with my body. Our bodies are the only thing that's really ours, and we all should be allowed to choose how we take care of it, or abuse it, or end it. <br />
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I do not want a bunch of women getting together and coming up with rules on how I take care of my body, and telling me that it doesn't matter what I feel is best for me they know whats best for me. <br />
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People talk about a fathers rights, how men should be able to stop a woman from aborting a child that they conceived. Ok bullshit, if the woman didn't tell the man he would have never ever known. <br />
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Lots of people say that because we have legalized abortion in this great country it has destroyed American families, its an easy way out of a serious life changing event. I disagree, women have been second class citizens for long enough, if a woman wants to go out and have sex with lots of guys she should be able to without having to think twice what other men are going to think of her. We men do it and we don't have the added responsibility of possibly getting pregnant. Most all of us have been there at least once being head over heels for some girl, or some girl is head over heels for some guy. You talk all the time cant wait to see each other and then after you have sex with them you realize you don't really like them that much. I know the religious of those out there are gonna get all up in arms and say something like you should know that person your going to have sex with spiritually and love them on a spiritual level then sex is not important the extremists are going to say that sex was never meant to be for fun its only done to procreate. <br />
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All horseshit, just a bunch of propaganda. I think those lies were all started by men to cover up the fact that they were lazy and selfish in bed. Then of course women got smart and used those lies against men. Saying things like we just did it last week ( but what they are really saying is; your a worthless screw I get more satisfaction from a shower head, or Sancho the gardener.) <br />
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Who wins in this battle of the sexes, Those girls and guys that actually do respect each other as equals in all aspects of the relationship, and if they are smart they will tell the same tired ol stories that everyone complains about. He doesn't treat me like he used to, or she wont go down on me anymore. She is always out shopping, he always has his nose in the TV blah blah blah. Ladies if you have a good man at home that's treating you right don't tell your girlfriends and fella's if you have a lady at the house that is a complete tramp in the bedroom but a straight laced lady out of it, don't tell your buddies. If you try to tell everyone how green it is on your side of the fence ladies and gents your setting yourselves up for a whole lotta peoples trying to jump the fence into your yard. <br />
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I digress, My point is, as men we have no right to choose whats best for a woman. I saw this on a bumper sticker that I thought said it all pretty good. "If you cant trust me with a choice how can you trust me with a baby". I think we have all seen it at least once if your over 30 that is (Cause lets face it when your in your twenties you really don't pay to much attention to other people's kids), where you see people that have kids, and you think those poor kids. You have to have a license to own a dog, but anyone can have kids how screwed up is that.Queen of the Ranthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14153375120518046774noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5603640357894856961.post-51868920420563769472010-11-15T15:17:00.000-08:002010-11-15T15:17:38.132-08:00Relationship Rant PLAYLIST-Song 13Hey Y'all,<br />
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Still really effin busy over here, but never to busy for a little music therapy. Here is song 13 of the Relationship Rant Playlist, let me know what you think!<br />
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<object height="385" width="640"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/ScSHEnFNRck?fs=1&hl=en_US"></param><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"></param><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"></param><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/ScSHEnFNRck?fs=1&hl=en_US" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="640" height="385"></embed></object>Queen of the Ranthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14153375120518046774noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5603640357894856961.post-56263511288434430862010-11-10T09:39:00.000-08:002010-11-10T09:39:33.655-08:00The BF and The TP<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiVMmmK_pf_zsROHJpx1sv7pugRnR2sAygcWd0LdlnxaJ16a9ZxVTCRBi6tFZqZX6PZdJYnoJt6JfpTV7g9YGmOVtI7xfATWctG7GRUXVSg6yebZW_hx5Y6Ut2CFEDGd5QLhDyeNI0gxq4/s1600/change-toilet-paper-bathroom-200X200.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiVMmmK_pf_zsROHJpx1sv7pugRnR2sAygcWd0LdlnxaJ16a9ZxVTCRBi6tFZqZX6PZdJYnoJt6JfpTV7g9YGmOVtI7xfATWctG7GRUXVSg6yebZW_hx5Y6Ut2CFEDGd5QLhDyeNI0gxq4/s1600/change-toilet-paper-bathroom-200X200.jpg" /></a></div>OMG guys this is a doosy, be careful there is explicit language, and I can almost hear this woman's teeth grinding... I am scared... very scared! Read on if you dare.<br />
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Queen,<br />
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Ok, here goes...we live together, and have a for quite a few years now...*mostly* happily, but this relationship is not without it's fair share of problems. <br />
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First, he's a slob, regarding clutter, and I'm fucking fed up with it. <br />
The cleaner I am, the sloppier he is. Fucker can't even change the roll of T.P. in our bathroom because he says he's "too busy". This is a universal man problem I know. What is with you guys that you can't take LITERALLY 30 seconds to change the fucking roll of T.P.? <br />
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Ok, I admit, I am an anally retentive neat freak of the highest order! I long for my single days, living alone. When I lived alone, my apartment was IMMACULATE at all times of the day or night. I LOVED coming home with no cleaning to do. Perfect cleanliness and order everyday! This shit actually makes me fucking HAPPY!! The only clutter I had was my ass on my clean couch! I could invite any random man I wanted over, to my CLEAN place, have the sex I wanted and needed without all this damn headache of having to clean up after a man! <br />
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I had a patio with beautiful plants and flowers, there was no dust. My bed was always neatly made, no water spots on my sink or mirrors, no junk drawers full of crap, my closets were organized, no dirty dishes in my sink ever existed. I clean up after myself. It's not hard. Things stay clean when you ARE CLEAN! People who live like slobs, baffle me. How can anyone live like that????? Isn't it embarrassing????? It is a reflection on YOU. If your home is dirty and sloppy, that is what people will think and believe of you! I can't count how many people, friends invite me over, and always I enjoy great company....but if their house stinks, I am secretly disgusted!!!!!!! <br />
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Now, my patio is filled with power tools, boxes of his garbage, from one end to the other, cement to ceiling, with not a clean spot out there. If I clean it up, the crap MAGICALLY appears there the next fucking day, and I have to start over. <br />
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I feel like that old 70's T.V. show now..."Sanford & Son". Might as well be the local trash dump. It's embarrassing to me when we have guests. We look like white trash in a trailer park with all his fucking crap. If I ask him to clean his crap, he'll politely say he'll "get around to it" while he parks his ass, on my couch playing video games. This fuck of a bf is 46 yrs. old, and I am 41. If I wanted a kid, I would have one, but I remain happily childless for a reason. I want a man, not a child who can't clean up after himself. I want a partner, not a fucking sloppy child playing video games 24/7 This shit alone makes me want to dump him. I figure dumping him would be like taking out the trash. I can have my "clutter free" life back. <br />
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I'd like to say that the sex is FANTASTIC, and it is...when we have it. I never met a man in my life before him who was a prude in bed. He's a prude. a FRIGID fucking prude! I want sex all the time, he is happy with only "once a month". Nope, he's not gay. If he was, he wouldn't be such a slob. At least gay men are neat about their shit...I'll give them that!!! <br />
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It's not like he's not attracted to me anymore either. Oh, he is....and my man is too lazy and too pussy to even cheat on me if he was unsatisfied. What a big ass pussy, and I've lost all respect for him because of this reason. He don't even own his own ball-sack! <br />
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My man is also a SUCKER. He has SUCKER written all over his forehead, and it's pathetic! Last night some drugged out, young man came to our door. If you saw this guys eyeballs, they were bloodshot and dilated. He BEGGED my bf for money at our door "shaking" like he was going through withdrawals, and needed his "fix". He told my bf it was for a magazine subscription. My stupid bf was ready to hand over his entire wallet to this druggie kid when I stepped in and stopped it. I asked this kid to show proof, i.d "anything".... He had none. I politely told him to try another place, as we have no money to give..(lie) and my bf got IRATE!!! <br />
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Could you believe this started a fight?! <br />
My bf said I was a bitch, because I was looking out for him, and didn't want to see his SUCKER-ASS get ripped by a drug addled kid who was scamming him. Sometimes I think I am smarter than him. Sometimes I KNOW I AM, and last night was one of those times! <br />
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We went to bed in silence. He snored, and farted in bed...fucking "lovely". I moved my ass to the couch....at least it didn't stink like farts there, and I could sleep in peace without all the damn snoring. When I woke up, I had to nail the roof back on, his snoring and farting was sooooo bad! DISGUSTING! <br />
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lot's of hot sex, has needs, etc., and if I can't have a "grown-up man" who is my "intellectual equal", fun to be with, conversate with, whom can make me laugh, who is not a "sucker" or a "pussy", who has more ambition in this life to do anything else but play video games at the age of 46, has BALLS, *MAJOR BALLS* than I'll be happy to grow old and alone single!!!!! I can have and do have "plenty" of toys to do this job, it's just gets old without intelligent conversation and someone to enjoy a good home-cooked meal, and outing, a road trip, with or even breakfast!!! <br />
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Yeah...I might just dump this man, go back to being single, have my shit in order the way I like, and hell....adopt 5 cats, so SUE ME!!!! Cats are cleaner than men anyway. At least they shit cleanly....in a box, bury their turds and well, only have to change the damn litter! <br />
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Having 5 cats sure seem better than having a "sloppy man" who can't take care of himself, and isn't into much sex anyway!!!! <br />
Sometimes, this whole scenario looks better than growing old with some slob of a man, who sucks in bed, sucks out my whole life-blood, and my happiness, and can't change the god-damned roll of T.P.!!!!!!!!!!!! <br />
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Rant over!Queen of the Ranthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14153375120518046774noreply@blogger.com11tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5603640357894856961.post-4766727912289374092010-11-08T09:53:00.000-08:002010-11-08T09:53:48.060-08:00Relationship Rant PLAYLIST-Song 12Well my awesome followers, readers, searchers, and who ever else is visiting my site this fine Monday morning.... You are just in time for our next addition to the Relationship Rant Playlist. A series of songs that will get anyone through a tough day, a harsh break up or anything else in between.<br />
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This is my second Alanis song-but if anyone knows a break up-its her. Her music is empowering yet emotional and even heart breaking at times... I think that is why I like it so much. <br />
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I hope you all had a great weekend, and mine was filled with some much needed relaxation, and some mouse hunting, which I will get into later. <br />
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Been having a look to see what you all have been up to in the last couple weeks.... you guys have such exciting lives!<br />
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MUAH<br />
-Queen<br />
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<object height="385" width="480"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/jmquIE7HtDo?fs=1&hl=en_US"></param><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"></param><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"></param><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/jmquIE7HtDo?fs=1&hl=en_US" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="480" height="385"></embed></object>Queen of the Ranthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14153375120518046774noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5603640357894856961.post-34095724258239619952010-11-04T11:25:00.000-07:002010-11-04T11:25:47.556-07:00Follow Up to "Why Am I Here?"Well my wonderfuls, as promised here is the very first follow up to a rant that I got back in June called <a href="http://rantingaboutrelationships.blogspot.com/2010/06/why-am-i-here.html">Why Am I Here</a>.... thanks to all of your wonderful advice here is how her life has changed....<br />
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Queen, <br />
First let me say thank you, for giving me the opportunity to anonymously tell you my problems, with little judgement. Thank you to your commenter's, as they changed the way I thought, and got me out of what could have been a downwards spiral.<br />
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You will be happy to know that since June, my life has been a 360 degree turn around. I met the best man in the world, and we are engaged. He has connected me with family, friends and we have a dog. <br />
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I could not be happier, and laugh when I think back to how unhappy I was. I gave up looking for love and then it stumbled upon me when I least expected it-in other words you were right.<br />
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Life is what we make of it, and in the end we can only judge our own happiness and change our lives, but part of me feels like I have your blog to thank. I know I am happy, and that you all helped me, so I am forever thankful for this.<br />
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It does not matter how many people we have around us, what mattes is the quality of those relationships. I know this now, and even though I may revisit those times every once and awhile, they have made me stronger, and gave me a yearning to grow up.<br />
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Thank-you again, and take care.Queen of the Ranthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14153375120518046774noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5603640357894856961.post-57754741026521169962010-11-03T09:34:00.000-07:002010-11-03T09:34:43.043-07:00Help Save My Boring Relationship<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgROooO4SQzYe4wHJYhZEFC9zkowfxizZQrkW6lSs7EAcqrQDI7iUuVcpodYH6jynwHrdD56Gae1fh4yTMsOuGTFj-7eXBWUOIynH_TnIXu0o7Om3WuYm7be69XgQDalgnBKFNeOvIootM/s1600/images.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgROooO4SQzYe4wHJYhZEFC9zkowfxizZQrkW6lSs7EAcqrQDI7iUuVcpodYH6jynwHrdD56Gae1fh4yTMsOuGTFj-7eXBWUOIynH_TnIXu0o7Om3WuYm7be69XgQDalgnBKFNeOvIootM/s1600/images.jpg" /></a></div>Queen and Followers,<br />
My boyfriend and I are about to celebrate our 2 yr anniversary, when last night he tells me that he's not happy. That maybe we need our space, so we can give ourselves room to grow. He said that he feels like he isn't able to grow and expand and express himself freely. He was talking about having no motivation and wondering why he's even living right now. He said he should have motivation to make a better life for us, but "Look at us, our home life, it's boring. This isn't what I want." It felt like one dagger to the heart over and over and over again as he revealed what had been going on inside of him. This isn't the first time that he has mentioned us getting separate apartments and that there's no excitement and we're not living life to the fullest. BUT in my defense he doesn't even like to leave the house. I try to find things for us to do & sometimes he's up for it and sometimes not. I try to make life entertaining, but anymore he just wants to stay home. It seems to happen when a series of events occurs.....too much stress at work (which has been pretty constant lately), listening to too much Alex Jones (this guy makes me want to end my life) & not a lot of sex going on in the bedroom. As the saying goes....when the sex is great, it is only 10% of the relationship, but when it's not great, it is 90% of the relationship. I have a low libido and I've tried things to rev it up, but I'm not having much luck. I've even gone off my birth control pills to try to bring it back. I had a tubal so no fear of pregnancy, thank God considering where I'm sitting this morning. <br />
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I don't know what to do at this point. I feel so confused. He tells me that he believes I'm the one and that we're going to be together, then he tells me he needs his space and we don't have enough in common, then I'm the one, then he needs his space. This morning when I brought this up he says "Well don't you want me to say nice things? And if I'm not consistent, don't you think that means you better have a Plan B if things aren't going to work?" <br />
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Mon - Fri we have approximately 4 hrs together (give or take) I come home, do dishes, get dinner ready, we eat, we try to relax, we shower & we go to bed. Yes, this is boring, but what are we supposed to do EXCITING in this short span of time. He says we're not making the most of it. What could we be doing differently? He says we don't talk, but he always has Alex Jones on and I know that's how he relaxes, so why would I try to take this away from him or interrupt it?? He says we don't have the same interests, but lately his interest have been Alex Jones (again this guy scares me out of my mind) and his work (our jobs are completely unrelated). <br />
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Our lease is up in May so it sounds like he's willing to give us this time to figure things out. I want us to stay together. I just don't know what to do right now. A huge part of me wants to believe that it's just his job really stressing him out. I mean this job is literally sucking the life out of him. It's all he thinks about and all he does. Of course, come the weekend he doesn't want to do anything...he's drained, but I think he fails to see that then it turns around on me, that we're not exciting. <br />
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Happy Couples.........Please......how do you make life exciting??? Help me save my relationship!!!Queen of the Ranthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14153375120518046774noreply@blogger.com144tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5603640357894856961.post-49205429862465328942010-11-02T09:04:00.000-07:002010-11-02T09:04:26.934-07:00MIASorry everyone that I have been MIA for the last few days. I have too many projects on the go... but do not worry I thank you all for sticking by me through this busy time, and I cant wait to get back to blogging. <br />
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I have some catching up to do with all of you, and I cannot wait to hear what you guys have been up to over the past week or two.<br />
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I hope you all had a great Halloween, and just in case you were wondering I got lots of kids, and I did not even have to lure them in with a trail of candy in front of my house. <br />
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Now I have to clean up all my decorations....<br />
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PS-Does anyone know an easy way to get that fake spider web stuff off all my trees and railing? LOL<br />
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MUAH!<br />
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-QueenQueen of the Ranthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14153375120518046774noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5603640357894856961.post-87715774812072440902010-10-25T10:09:00.000-07:002010-10-25T10:09:09.987-07:00Relationship Rant-PLAYLIST Song 11Wowee, it is Monday, and Halloween is quickly approaching. I decorated the house over the weekend so hopfully the kiddies are taking notes on who is likely going to give them the most candy... <br />
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I hope you all had a amazing weekend, and that this Monday is not too busy for you to find a few minutes to enjoy song 11 of my Relationship Rant playlist.<br />
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I just discovered this gal, but she has been around for awhile. If you are a Grey's Anatomy fan then you have likely heard some of her stuff. I found her by fate- is what I believe, because she is great, and now I get to share my favorite song of hers with all of my wonderful visotors.<br />
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Her name is Brandi Carlile, and she is a triple threat in that she can sing, play a mean guitar and the piano as well. I am sure she does other stuff well too, but those three I know for sure.<br />
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She reminds me of a few different artists all rolled into one, and some of my favorites, which is probably why I like her so much. She reminds me of Pink, Janis Joplin, Johnny Cash, and Adele. I do not know how to describe her music, I would have to say folk rock soul? Perhaps I created a new category of music. <br />
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So what do you think about Brandi Carlile? What would you classify her music as? I would love some feedback from y'all on this hidden gem...<br />
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