From San Francisco to South Florida! New jobs, a new city, Oh my!
Psst! Remember this secret:
When in doubt…over do Valentine’s gifts, baubles, trinkets, sweets, Bubbly…
To err is human
to overcompensate is
Divine!
Page Larkin
Diamonds are a girl’s best …
February 14th strikes fear in the hearts of many singles…
Do funny valentines and flirty poems freak you out? Do red, velvet, heart-shaped boxes and long stemmed red roses cause your heart to pitter patter, your mouth to go dry and flop-sweat to appear out of nowhere?
Relax, Binkie – there’s an App for that.
The following top 10 list of fears – not so much
Here are: The Top 10 Common Fears Known to Single Men & Women
1. Isolophobia – the fear of being alone
2. Athazagoraphobia – the fear of being forgotten
3. Gamophobia – the fear of marriage
4. Mageirocophobia – the fear of cooking
5. Sexophobia – the fear of the opposite sex
6. Gynophobia – the fear of women
7. Hominophobia – the fear of men
8. Clinophobia – the fear of going to bed
9. Homilophobia – the fear of sermons
10. Nyctophobia- the fear of the dark or night
“I love the man that can smile in trouble, that can gather strength from distress, and grow brave by reflection. ‘Tis the business of little minds to shrink, but he whose heart is firm, and whose conscience approves his conduct, will pursue his principles unto death.” Thomas Paine
Wear Red, Smile at Strangers and share kisses (Hershey’s… or your own)
http://dailypost.wordpress.com/2014/02/10/writing-challenge-valentine/
I am not going to bore you with the egregious details of our move…
I am going to give you The Gift of Information…
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Oh, Happy Day. You will thank me.
There is no doubt that Golding spoke these words, perhaps more than once.
A clip preserved on YouTube, in which Golding discusses the origins and meaning of Lord of the Flies, captures him making that pronouncement, specifically in answer to the question of why his dystopian novel featured boys rather than girls:
Girls say to me, very reasonably, ‘why isn’t it a bunch of girls? Why did you write this about a bunch of boys?’ Well, my reply is I was once a little boy — I have been a brother, a father, I am going to be a grandfather.
I have never been a sister, or a mother, or a grandmother. That’s one answer. Another answer is of course to say that if you, as it were, scaled down human beings, scaled down society, if you land with a group of little boys, they are more like a scaled-down version of society than a group of little girls would be.
Don’t ask me why, and this is a terrible thing to say because I’m going to be chased from hell to breakfast by all the women who talk about equality — this is nothing to do with equality at all.
I think women are foolish to pretend they are equal to men, they are far superior and always have been. But one thing you can’t do with them is take a bunch of them and boil them down, so to speak, into a set of little girls who would then become a kind of image of civilisation, of society. The other thing is &mdashl why aren’t they little boys AND little girls?
Well, if they’d been little boys and little girls, we being who we are, sex would have raised its lovely head, and I didn’t want this to be about sex.
Sex is too trivial a thing to get in with a story like this, which was about the problem of evil and the problem of how people are to live together in a society, not just as lovers or man and wife.
Kids, Don’t try this at home!
(You totally bombed on that one, Dude) 
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The Funny Uncle with the many wives…
He was short and balding; he didn’t play one sport; abhorred board games, and would not play cards, dominoes, chess or checkers. He was not good with kids, and women were mad for him.
As kids, we were impressed by the parade of pretty woman he brought to family events. At Thanksgiving, there might be a tall redhead in a tight dress and high heels who towered over him. We all stared.
One Christmas, he brought a petite, blonde woman dressed in all in red – with a velvet miniskirt and black boots. We couldn’t stop staring at her either; she smoked cigarettes and blew circles of smoke. She used a huge gold compact and applied red lipstick in front of everybody. We were entranced. She was the most beautiful woman we’d ever seen. Later, we heard, Uncle Charlie married…
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