Author Archives: Andrea

I connect owner with missing dog

I had an interesting thing happen yesterday.  I was backing my car out of the driveway just as another car was driving down the street.  We get very few cars and I know most of them, but this was a white sedan I’d not seen before.  I didn’t think much of it.  They passed and I backed out of my driveway and closed the garage door.  Then I saw a little dog sitting behind the tire of a truck parked at the side of the road.  I didn’t know the truck, but I immediately knew this dog belonged to the people in the white car and they were looking for him.  I didn’t see which way they went but they couldn’t have gotten far.  I quickly drove around a few blocks but did not see them.  Then I saw a house with a silver sedan in the driveway.  I knew it was theirs.  My mind reasoned with me that the car I saw pass was white.  Then I reasoned maybe that was a ploy to get me to this house and the white car was not otherwise involved. I didn’t want to park behind the silver car and was looking for a spot to park on the road when the white car pulled into the driveway right in front of me.  Problem solved!  I asked if they were looking for a dog, they were, they followed me the few blocks home and their dog was still sitting behind the truck tire.  I love when that happens.

Sometimes the Spidey Sense Works and Sometimes it Doesn’t

A Realistic Personal Ad

personal adSWM in dead-end job seeks dumpy neurotic for mutual psychological torture, tepid sex, and co-dependency.  I enjoy drinking, smoking, pornography, and self-righteous indignation. I can’t stand movies, and the last album I bought was The Marshall Tucker Band’s Greatest Hits.  I have middling intelligence but try to appear smarter by  affecting a world-weary air, memorizing useless facts, and  chuckling at my own mean-spirited, agenda-driven jokes.  I’m 32 but look 40 and feel 60. You are: a whiny, bitter shrew with a misplaced sense of entitlement and unrealistic expectations.  In time you will become coolly hostile when I don’t fulfill every unmet need you’ve ever had.  Bonus points if you just finished boinking every guy in town and but now want to take it slow with me. My perfect night would include getting hammered in a sh*t-hole bar while you flirt with seedy old drunks, followed by an embarrassing screaming match.  I would be open to an unsatisfying fling that leaves me filled with regret and dread but prefer a long-term, soul crushing descent into booze and pills.  No friendships. I don’t need any damn friends. Age unimportant, but I will condescend to women under 30 and rehash mother issues with women over 40.  Serious replies only, please.

Online dating: E-Harmony vs. Match.com — Beware of the Scammers
A Fly On The Wall Of A Dating Site Hook-Up with a Scammer
Online dating scams; hot singles are waiting for you

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Flirters: A heads up, not everyone likes to be called Cute

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I have a male friend whose looks are a cross between James Woods and Tommy Lee Jones.  Rugged, weathered. He intensely dislikes being called adorable or cute.  To him, those words are reserved for something that looks very young or beautiful.  To me, those words also describe personality characteristics and behaviors.  So when he acts particularly adorable, I have to be on guard not to tell him so.  He doesn’t take it with the meaning I said it.  I also have girlfriends who are beautiful looking, who intensely dislike being called cute.  Continue reading

Mary Knows Best, Psychic medium Mary Occhino

Today I watched a segment of Mary Knows Best on Syfy Brighthouse channel 69, a show about psychic medium Mary Occhino.   You can watch full episodes here.  Mary seems like the average, gregarious Long Island mom, she’s attractive, well spoken, no nonsense.  She likes to shop and give on the spot crossover readings to store owners and shoppers, and she seems to be good at it.  Mary is also host of her own call-in radio show “Angels on Call” on Sirius/XM’s Stars 102, which airs Monday-Friday from 7 a.m.-10 a.m. EST.  Mary Knows Best airs Thursdays on Syfy at 9 p.m. Eastern. Continue reading

I’m always surprising myself by what I think I know. Being uncertain where we stand on the ladder

We can have all sorts of good plans about “what we’ll do when…” but then we don’t recognize when “when” is “now.”  It makes me think when I was 16 and thought I knew everything.  I certainly knew more than my 6th grade education father, who’d worked himself to the bone to provide for us ungrateful kids.  We repaid him by acting up and smarting off and disrespecting him at every turn.  I mis-took schoolbook memorization as knowledge, and according to that measure, I was the smart one.  Mmmm.  Of course I realize as time goes on that I knew nothing back then and not a whole lot more right now.  I’m always surprising myself by what I think I know. Continue reading

Army discharges Lt. Dan Choi – being in the closet is a poison

Army Discharges Lt. Dan Choi ‘Don’t Ask, Don’t Tell’ Critic Who Told One of the most prominent voices against the U.S. military’s “don’t ask, don’t tell” policy, who came out on national TV last year and was arrested in March for handcuffing himself to the White House fence, has now been discharged from the Army because he is gay.   Lt. Dan Choi received a phone call from his New York Army National Guard commander this week, informing him he has been honorably discharged from the military.  Choi, 29, revealed his sexual orientation publicly for the first time last year, prompting the Army to begin proceedings to discharge him.  “Being in the closet is a poison.” Choi said. “‘Of course we expected it. You don’t go into battle like this… without fully knowing what lays ahead.”  I salute Lt. Choi for his courage. Any aspect of yourself that you keep hidden is a poison that slowly eats you alive. He’s helping many accept who they are, and to be prepared for consequences.

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A 17th Century Nun’s Prayer – True, funny and something you can help me to remember

Lord, Thou knowest better than I know myself that I am growing older and will someday be old. Keep me from the fatal habit of thinking I must say something on every subject and on every occasion. Release me from craving to straighten out everybody’s affairs. Make me thoughtful, but not moody; helpful but not bossy. With my vast store of wisdom, it seems a pity not to use it all, but Thou knowest, Lord, that I want a few friends at the end.

Keep my mind free from the recital of endless details; give me wings to get to the point. Seal my lips on my aches and pains; they are increasing and love of rehearsing them is becoming sweeter as the years go by. I dare not ask for grace enough to enjoy the tales of others’ pains, but help me to endure them with patience.

I dare not ask for improved memory, but for a growing humility and a lessing cocksureness when my memory seems to clash with the memories of others. Teach me the glorious lesson that occasionally I may be mistaken.

Keep me reasonably sweet; I do not want to be a Saint — some of them are so hard to live with — and a sour old person is one of the crowning works of the devil. Give me the ability to see good things in unexpected places and talents in unexpected people: And, give me, O Lord, the grace to tell them so. Amen

The power goes out at the end of a busy day

Yesterday was one of my busy days.  The August issue of Horizons Magazine was delivered, so I spent the morning getting it in the mail.  Tropical Storm Bonnie was off the coast, so it was a really windy day.  At the loading dock in the downtown Melbourne, FL main post office, carts were rolling and stuff was flying.  Even my hair; my hair band broke about 10:00am and I didn’t have a spare with me.  By the time I left the post office, I just wanted to go home and relax. Continue reading

In the 70’s I cooked for my brother Bobby

Bobby and Andrea 9-9-75

I wrote yesterday in Weeding out to create room for what I want that I noticed my laundry room and pantry area needed decluttering, so I spent the morning cleaning and organizing.  I ran across about 24″ of cookbooks, some of them I’ve never opened, some 30 and 40 years old.  I see I have eleven volumes I don’t need of the Better Homes and Gardens series Great Cooking Made Easy.  There are half a dozen cookbooks I’ll keep, as well as my own collection of recipes, but I’ll give the rest away.  Continue reading