why thankyou, muggaz. you are far from shabby yourself, compadre !. mig. XX :)
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that's good news, michael. that was why i posted that quote - for people like you who receive critcism and don't let it change them. i applaud this spirit !. so, high may you climb and loud may you shout, my friend. mig. XX
(part of this quote is stolen from somewhere. can't recall where ... just thought i should say so) ... he who whispers down a well about the things he has to tell, will not endure one-tenth the doubts of he who climbs a pole and shouts ! (in appreciation of the
and you, muggaz, are ever so kind for saying so, lovely. (rationality has its' uses. but i do try to temper it with bouts of irrationality just to keep "balanced"). ;) mig. xx
gorgeous. mother earth with pre-raphaelite auburn curls encircling a strip pole as salvation for the jaded urban soul. i love everything about your idea ... i adored that !. thankyou. mig. :)
psychx, you are so not crazy. i lived "your" life for so many years (complete with the standard dream of peace, space, and freedom). your article could almost have been written by the woman i was 2 years ago ... before i decided that nothing could be worth continuing to live in a city (as a marketing manager ... oh, the shame) for. i can't speak for everyone, but from my own experience, the upheaval and turmoil i put myself and my hubb
you're welcome, crazy lady. thanks for reading. mig.
strong voices draw criticism regardless of the subject matter. that is the nature of the human animal. we like proof . we like to know stuff. we argue points and exchange views. in this way, we hope to learn. through our challenging of thoughts and ideas, change is born. healthy change. progress is made. new worlds unfold.<B
jayasri , i figure, if nothing kills me first, i will be fine in a few years. thanks for your nice comment. drop by anytime. :) muggaz. snakes. ewww. we do get them. i personally have only encountered two. one was on the sand track at the beach and a guy was telling me "step over it, it's harmless". huh. as if. i ran so fast i left skid marks. the other one i "met" was somebodys' pet in the paradox of: (a) being <
muggaz, sweet pea, when my hubby & i were engaged, (ie: when he was still trying to "impress" me) we were rather, ahem, amorous, in public. my dad (in a rare fit of paternal-itis, and to my unending shame), felt compelled for some reason to have a "blah" at my then-fiance about how important it was that he "remember to continue to pay attention to his wifes' quick mind and compassionate nature". (aka "at least talk to my daughter over
i think i know what you mean, sundayslost23. it is amazing how huge things can exist between family members and never be spoken aloud. it's like an elephant sitting at the dinner table and nobody mentions it or even seems to see it, even though it's the biggest thing there !. i don't mean to lighten the subject with that analogy, despite it's (attempt at) humour. i wonder what pain can be held inside such people, and i also have
i agreed to mind pets during a neighbours’ holiday. it was later explained that these “pets” were two hundred juvenile frogs. i somehow failed to make my revulsion sufficiently clear to my neighbour. i had to DO it ! i ! i, with my twin fears of hundreds of anything and natura
ah. that's the best type of hero, captain. :)
hehe capt. cornbread to the rescue. thankyou, kind sir. now if only we could get our anonymous friend to identify themselves. what powers have you, captain ?. x-ray vision , perhaps ? ;)
capt. cornbread, thats' been in some of my other blogs too, but it logged the ip address the previous times. so "anonymous" may be the actual username. i don't know. brad ! tech support ! help me !. ;) hehe.
psychx, as much as i enjoyed reading this article, am i a horrible cynic for being able to imagine nothing worse than another few hundred years on this planet ? ;). mig xx
ah, in a word, no. my (attempted) point was that i don't do that stuff. but thanks for commenting. next time you might even consider telling me who you are :)
ah, yes. trust me chicks, you haven't known bone-melting lust until you've seen an aussie male with his beer and "sport on the telly" ... it's sooooo sexy that the expression: "gettus a beer, luv" officially qualifies as foreplay in australia ;)
franly, muggaz, pet, i think it looks like a giant yellow penis. but then, that may be my problem. hehe. anyway precious, plied with one of our "hindenbergs", you will be loving the banana. hard. promise. mig XX
hey everyone, look @ me and muggaz being friends. aren't we cute. ;). hehe. yes, mark, the object has a name. (so do i, for that matter. it is vanessa). to my absolute and unending horror, i live within navigable distance of "the big banana". and no, before you ask, i don't have the poor taste to live in coffs harbour. bleuch. (mecca of tastleless surfwear botiques and endless bloody banana capital of the world that it is). bu
phanton, you captured exactly what i meant. they're living ... they're not alive . and muggaz. thanks for stopping by, sweet pea. you may always count on me to live life to the full. i am far too old and cranky to ever change now. and you are welcome for the offer. i consider it my duty to entertain our guests with what we like to call "the experience". it involves consuming copious quantities of ahem, you know, that one thing ,
hi muggaz. seems i picked an opportune time to visit. i didn't find your article offensive at all. i found it interesting, though, that nearly everyone who reads your blog (including me) was thinking "oh, no, was it ME?". that seems to indicate that you are held in high esteem by your fellow bloggers. i tend not to comment in other peoples' blogs much (this being my private paranoia), but i do read yours often and adore it. <img src="../images/smiles/s
i see dead people it’s true. every day i talk to them. they serve me in stores. they deliver my mail. they read the news on tv. they’re everywhere . all of them. all dead. every last one. most of my friends have been dead for years . the only thing that seems to keep them from collapsing into a pile of dust is that they apparently don’t know yet.<
oooh ...dan has infiltrated the "grown-ups" blog section. hehe. come on muggaz ... you and i shouldn't be in here either ;)
thanks, imajinit. words such as those are indeed a rarity for me. mig xx