Tuesday, January 30, 2007

The Name Game!

1. The Misanthtropic: Name something you absolutely hate.

Well after my "reconnecting" of Friday, I hate having to wait for my everafter and now, (9 years later) being "Grown-up" enough to realize I have to wait.

2. The Meretricious: Expose something or someone that’s phony, fraudulent or bogus.

The biased liberal media, nuff said.

3. The Malcontent: Name something you’re unhappy with.

Not having enough money left over each week to not stess about next week.

4. The Meritorious: Give someone credit for something and name it if you can.

Sassy for the Reconnecting Post!

5. The Mirror: See something good about yourself and name it.

I have the most sexy, steamy ,green eyes that can cause a man to get weak in the knees along with a wickedly seductive smile and beautiful teeth.

6. The Make-Believe: Name something you wish for.

My turn for ultimate happiness.

Thursday, January 25, 2007

Walking round' in Womens Underwear

Ok so the title was just to snag old K's attention.

I really just wanted to share some pictures of what New Hampshire typically looks like during the winter. Not that it looks that way this winter. Walking in a Winter Wonderland. Enjoy!

Short and sweet I know but things are really busy here today and I am taking tomorrow off to do some "Reconnecting" (thanks Sassy for the inspiration). Have great weekend everyone!

P.S. Sorry, I'm just not that mean.. this is for Old K

Thursday, January 18, 2007

Teenage Heartthrobs & Barry Manilow

Growing up I can remember my parents censoring some of the shows and music we were able to watch, as they believed it too “racy” for us, specifically, The Tom Jones Show, At the tender age of 10, there were too many innuendos and semi naked women. The Sonny and Cher show was also censored although we were allowed to watch a good majority of it. Having said that, it got me thinking of how much things have changed in the last 30 years and what has become “acceptable” in the realm of music, lyrics and a teenagers’ perspective of love songs, heartthrobs and idols.

For me, during the end of the age of Free Love and the schmaltz of the 70’s, my idols were considered quite tame at the time. I though I would share what my bedrooms walls were papered with and those of my 17 year old daughters. For me it was theses guys:

Pretty much clean-cut, wholesome looking, pop idols that mom didn’t object to. Their music was not overly suggestive, you know “Bubble Gum Music”, the things that spoke loudly to a pubescent girl, looking for her one and only. They sang of tenderness, devotion, and made love seem oh so sweet.

The biggest rebel of course was Jim! I actually have my mother to blame for my idolization of that Sex God. I would sit for hours and listed to her Doors alums. It was really the only “out there” album she owned. So, when I put his neked-chested poster on my wall she didn’t really say much.

In my daughters room you can find the following:

and I am not talking about a couple of posters, she has wallpapered her room with magazine cut out, posters and anything else she can get her hands on .

Now lets talk lyrics! Her music is raunchy, sometimes assaultive and not a bit “romantic”, or at least not in this 44 year- olds opinion. Here is a small comparison:

Last night, I said goodbye Now--it seems year I'm back in the city Where nothing is clear But thoughts of me --holding you Bringing us near And tell me When will our eyes meet When can I touch you When will this strong yearning end And when Will I hold you again

Eminem's rollin', D an' them rollin'.Boo an' Oh Marvelous an' them rollin'.Women just hoin'.Big booty rollin'.Soon I be all in them an' throwin D.Hittin' no less than 3.Block will style like wee, wee.Girl, I can tell you want me, 'cause lately. I feel you creepin', I can see you from my shadow.Wanna jump up in my Lamborghini Gallardo.Maybe go to my place and just kick it, like Taebo.And possibly bend you over.Look back and watch mesmack that, all on the floor,smack that, give me some more,smack that, 'till you get sore


I'm sleepingAnd right in the middle of a good dreamLike all at once I wake upFrom something that keeps knockin' at my brain.Before I go insane I hold my pillow to my headAnd spring up in my bedScreaming out the words I dread:"I think I love you!"


it's five in the morning and im up havin phone sex wit u u (so horny)and now im on the hotline over here lustin for u u (so horny)lets talk about sex babylets talk about u and melets talk about bubbles in the tublets talk about makin lovelets talk about u on top or me goin downand lets have a lil phone sex baby on the hotline

I sometimes cringe when I get home and hear that kind of thing blaring out of my Bose speakers. I have talked with her about respect, decency and real love. She says she understands but I can’t help but wonder what effect it will have long term on her perspectives.


What was covering your walls during your teenage years?

Well that it for today's Meanderings. Have a great weekend everyone and see ya Monday!

Wednesday, January 17, 2007

A Rose is a Rose,Unless You Can't Smell It.

It is a crazier than normal day here at work so I don't have the time to post much. I do want to dedicate this Blog to Dive While having no sense of smell does have it's advantages, from my perspective at least, during the spring and summer months I would not dig it at all.
So, Dive here are some pictures of the flowers I grow in my garden and in my planter boxes on my deck (aka my quiet spot) and although you can't smell them I hope they provide you with a pleasant sensation. It is often said that food is eaten with they eyes first so perhaps it isn't that necessary to be able to smell these flowers to be able to enjoy them to the hilt!

The following pictures are of my "Quiet Spot", my Sanctuary and my revitalization. I can not explain how soul filling it is to sit there on an early summer, Sunday morning, with a great cup of coffee,watch the birds and drink in the beauty. This is what keeps me sane raising 3 teenagers all by myself.

Then in the evening after a great BBQ to light the chiminea and sip on a good glass or 7 of Cabernet and you are all invited!
I hope you enjoyed this edition of "Dive's Smellivision"

Tuesday, January 16, 2007

Beautiful Water of the High Place-Winnipisseoke

Way back when, (circa 1632) at the height of the Algonquian Indian life in central New Hampshire, the village of Aquedoctan, was the largest village in the Northeast. It is from this tribe that our beautiful lake received its name. Now known as Lake Winnipesaukee.

With 183 miles of shoreline, an area of 71.8 square miles (45,952 acres), dimensions at 91/2 miles wide by 21 miles long, an altitude of 504 feet, and a flotilla of islands often estimated at 365, our Lake ranks very high among the world's inland waters.

One of the neatest ways to enjoy the lake is on the S. S. Mt. Washington. The original S.S. a side paddle steamship, was built in 1872. In its heyday it carried as many as 60,000 per season (approx Mid April-November depending on the “Ice Out”-future posting-we have little esle to do during the winter months, so we find inane things to gamble on.)

Sadly in 1939 a fire destroyed the S.S. as well as the surrounding railroad station. Within a year a new boat was purchased and reconstructed and the S. S. II was launched on August 15, 1940. Today of course it is not powered by steam, sadly and is slightly larger that the original. It was actually cut in half and had the section added to the middle. During the peak season they host dinner cruises with live music. Watch yourself with cruising and partaking in adult beverages. One man fell off this past fall during an evening cruise and drowned.

This is the view that is behind the ship at it's winter docking station in Ctr. Harbor, NH. Not to shabby heh!

The summer dock for the S. S. is at the other end of the lake in a little place called Weirs Beach (aka Wierd Beach to some of us). It has an old fashioned boardwalk with arcades, shabby eateries and lots of people watching. I spent many days and evenings there in my youth. It is almost a right of passage for teenagers in the area.

Once a year 400 thousand motorcyclists descend and close the place down for a week. For us "hicks" all of that rowdiness and flesh is mind boggling, especially when you are a teenager. It is like going to a burlesque show and not having to pay a cover!

Guys hold signs up everywhere that say "show us your tits" and even get brazen enough to walk right up to your car (when they were allowed down the blvd) to try to coax you into it! Surprisingly it isn't the bikers who do this it is the locals! Again, too much time on our hands?!

Oh, you didn't want to see the undersized, hairy nipples did ya.. Ok here ya go
See something for everybody (especially for you Old K). Well that concludes our tour of a small part of Lake Winnipesaukee and a bit of deviation and degradation in the Weirs.

Friday, January 12, 2007

Just Another Small Fish In An Already Crowded Pond

Well, I’ve done it. I have finally joined the already overwhelming conglomeration of witty, creative, pithy, and sometimes downright, outrageous individuals (Old Bitter Balls-Kudos to you Dog!) who on a daily basis bare their souls, thoughts and on occasional rantings. I have been enjoying wandering around this beautiful planet of ours via other Bloggers and have enjoyed the trip. I would like to share with the world what I believe to be one of the most beautiful places on earth. I will on occasion also rant, guffaw and occasionally mumble audibly but mostly I will share the wonder that is the Lakes Region area of New Hampshire, USA and my small little piece of heaven that us locals call


A Bit of History…
“First known as Gilmantown, the town was home to the Gilman family, of which there were twenty-four members receiving land grants. At one time it was the second-largest town in the state, following Portsmouth. A parish first called Averytown, the site of an unprofitable iron-mining enterprise, is still known as Gilmanton Iron Works. Gilmanton was incorporated in 1727 and his Majesty’s Colonial Governor, John Wentworth, signed the Charter on The 20th of May.”

Our population at last check was still under 4000 people. When the wind blows too hard the lights still flicker and that is just the way I like it. It is also the only place in the State of New Hampshire that you can wander around and drink “Adult Beverages and it is not against the law! See why I stay.

It was made famous by author Grace Metalious because of her scandalous book Peyton Place. Some of the characters (whose names were changed to protect the innocent) still live here. Although the book itself is not about Gilmanton Iron Works exclusively, it is based in part on our town and the surrounding area.

The picture above is an aireal view of my little town. I live within walking distance of the lake you can see in the pic. But I prefer a little lake a bit farther down the road as it is less known to the "Invaders" of summer. This beautiful lake is called Manning Lake. I took this while kayaking one Sunday this past October.

I have spent many hours floating peacfully (very buzzed-remember drinking in public is OK!) on this lake. Most of the time joined by these guys. They are not the only "Loons" around, trust me!

And last but not least.. this is my humble abode. I built it ( with Sassy's help and many other friends) for myself and 3 kids in 2000. The first morning there I woke up and let the cats out only to hear one of them scream almost instantly. I ran back to the door and found a very large coyote (size of a big German Shephard) standing on my deck looking in the screen door. He wanted breakfast I suppose. Luckily it was my big old cat (17lbs) and he managed to escape with only a patch of fur missing.

Well that is it for the first installment of Dear Prudence's Meanderings in Peyton Place. I hope you enjoyed it. Bear with me while I figure out the formatting of this Bloggy thing. Peace Out!