15
Mar
2010
Da Smooth Criminal Bar Room
Step Right up and Grab a Drink Before You Get Your Hit. Don’t see what you want? You can look at all the drinks on the menu individually — just click on the picture!
[itk-eticker]INTRODUCING THE dirty, Dirty, DIRTY DIANA![/itk-eticker]
Have an Idea for a new drink? Please leave a comment and we’ll see about putting it on the menu!!!!
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A Wet Sabah: Creamy Sabah w/ just a hint of Michael in her.
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MJ
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Bad Boy Shot
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Ms. Chastity
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Chocolate Mike
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Liquid CobraCrack™
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Creamy Mike
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Creamy Mike w/ Strawberry Sabah’s Fave
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Creamy Mike w/ Chocolate – Sabah loves it!
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Creamy Orgasm (Mikegasm +Creamy Mike)
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Dirty Dirty Dirty Diana
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DDD, also served by the bottle
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Golden Boy – Lil Mike mixes/stirs
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Holoma’s Soup
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Holoma’s Soup
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L.O.V.E. Shot
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Mahba Mike + Sabah, a Perfect Combo
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Mikegasm
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Minty Mike
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Mr. M & Mrs. M
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Prince Michael’s Unleashed
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Prince Michael’s Unleashed
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Prince Royale
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Prince Michael’s Pure
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Sangre
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The Force
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The Foreplay
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The Gentleman
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The Thriller
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Thug Passion
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- A Wet Sabah: Creamy Sabah w/ just a hint of Michael in her.
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- MJ
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- Bad Boy Shot
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- Ms. Chastity
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- Chocolate Mike
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- Liquid CobraCrack™
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- Creamy Mike
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- Creamy Mike w/ Strawberry Sabah’s Fave
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- Creamy Mike w/ Chocolate – Sabah loves it!
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- Creamy Orgasm (Mikegasm +Creamy Mike)
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- Dirty Dirty Dirty Diana
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- DDD, also served by the bottle
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- Golden Boy – Lil Mike mixes/stirs
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- Holoma’s Soup
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- Holoma’s Soup
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- L.O.V.E. Shot
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- Mahba Mike + Sabah, a Perfect Combo
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- Mikegasm
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- Minty Mike
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- Mr. M & Mrs. M
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- Prince Michael’s Unleashed
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- Prince Michael’s Unleashed
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- Prince Royale
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- Prince Michael’s Pure
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- Sangre
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- The Force
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- The Foreplay
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- The Gentleman
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- The Thriller
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- Thug Passion
Sorry about this, but please just give security your I.D. – we don’t want no trouble.
Okay now that you’re in, Look our Bar Room. :silly: :cheerful: Annie Decorated it and I think she’s done a FABULOUS job!!!!! Thanks Annie!!!!
After, if you are still walking, talking and coherent you might want to stop by our gift shop!!!!
N O W S E R V I N G :
Hey there handsome, excuse me for a minute I’ll be right with ya’ 
MENU LIST:
N E W ON THE M E N U!:
DDD, also served by the bottle
Dirty Dirty Dirty Diana
INTRODUCING The dirty, Dirty, DIRTY DIANA: Some of you addicts have been pretending. And it’s really not necessary. When you come into the bar, have a seat. Your drink has already been prepared. We’ll even serve you the bottle. After all, it’s got your name on it. :yes: :alien:
Warning: Do NOT Mix this drink with Bad Boy Shots. We’ve heard some stories, let me tell ya!
Bad Boy Shot
THE BAD BOY SHOT: Let’s face it, you’re not a good girl and you’ve never been one. You need something strong in ya and this big, black bottle IS IT. One shot is usually enough though we at CCC already know that’s not all you want. Pure Testosterone, raw masculinity infused with some BAD a$$ attitude – all you need to do is open up, throw this one back and wait for it.
:pouty: :sick: Warning (Drink Responsibly)
MJ
- MJ, Too
MJ: We’ve taken this infusion of all natural MJ bodily extracts and perfectly blended it into this refreshingly, naturally sweet and tangy citrus beverage we all ooooooof course, MJ. And we swear, it taste just like JUICE! We can’t really explain what it will do to you — experience it for yourself. You’ll understand after your very first swallow. :whistle:
A Wet Sabah -- Creamy Sabah w/ just a hint of Michael in her.
A Wet Sabah: Creamy Sabah w/ just a hint of Michael in her.
In honor of our favorite couple’s special night we at CCC have created two special drinks:
CHASTITY and UNLEASHED
Ms. CHASTITY
MS. CHASTITY: Coy and uninhibited, sweet and sincere. Remember when you were without fear, honest and whole — do you want to feel like that little girl again; do you want to experience, if only for a moment, the blissfulness of youth? Enjoy, Saniia’s Ms. CHASTITY. Experience the quality that captured Michael’s heart. INNOCENCE IS INTOXICATING.
Unleashed
UNLEASHED: Years of discipline, control and abstinence can only result in one thing: UNLEASHED. We were there. We captured it. We bottled it. Taste the flavor of unbridled passion.
Liquid CobraCrack™
Liquid CobraCrack ™
LIQUID COBRACRACK™ There hasn’t been a chapter uploaded for days! Your internet connection is on the blitz and you can’t find your IPod. Your family and friends have completely disassociated themselves from you because you’ve become a walking zombie. Not one of them understands why you’ve been staring at the blank screen of your computer for days now. But if you don’t get some Michael in you and in you quick, you will just explode!
Due to the number of addicts jonesing outside of CCC we rolled up our sleeves and created this TEMPORARY infusion of Michael in the form of Liquid CobraCrack ™. Stock up now while supplies last. Keep some in the back of your fridge, in the garage, under your desk at work and in your nightstand. Never be without Michael again!!! But Be Warned: Liquid CobraCrack ™ is equally as addictive as the real thing and there is a high likelihood of developing a tolerance very quickly. :sad: You really just can’t replace the real thing!!!!
The cool, refreshing boyish joy of Michael in your glass.
MINTY MIKE: Inspired by Sonia: We were just goofing off, experimenting when we took Michael’s cool smile, his refreshingly sincere good nature, his boyish charm and added just a dash of delight and to our surprise, POOF!!! A Minty Mike appeared! One sip and we couldn’t stop laughing!!! Almost scientifically identical to the chemical compound of JOY, this drink will chase away any and all of your blues and put a peppermint — permanent smile on your face. Enjoy!
Creamy Sabah
CREAMY SABAH: Creamy Chocolate Mike w/ just a hint of Sabah. We searched high and low for a non-x-rated picture that we could put up and this is what we came up with — WHEWWWW!!!!
Pure
Prince Michael’s PURE – Cool, Sweet and light as mist, this magical drink refreshingly satisfies your craving for Prince Michael without the calories or the alcohol. Passion distilled to its purest form, PURE WILL cure your thirst . . . but alas not your desire. Feel free to drink it all day and all night but be warned, Prince Michael always leaves you wanting more.
:wub: L.O.V.E.:When it comes to shots, we don’t offer anything that is more electrifying. We are serving the pure essence of Michael. It IS all that he had ever stood for and nothing more. People who met him basked in its warmth. It was in his words, his actions, his demeanor, his behavior and most of all, his smile. He simply exuded it from his pores. He gave and never asked for anything in return and now we offer the same to you.
If you’re feeling down and you need a pick me up; if you have been hit with a dose of negativity and need something to chase it away, we present to you something that will fill you with only the most natural of highs. It is ten times stronger than any of our other drinks and lasts twice as long: L.O.V.E. Have a shot today and experience the love of Michael Jackson. ***If you experience an immediate sense of peace, joy and contentment, don’t be alarmed that’s the magic of Michael in your system.
Chocolate Covered Mike
CHOCOLATE COVERED MIKE: For those of us with a sweet tooth introducing, Chocolate covered Mike. It’s decadently sweet, addictive, satisfying and unbelievably good for you. It’s just too perfect, OMG!!!!
- Sangre
SANGRE: Other establishments serve Sangria. We serve Sangre. Simply put, this sensually, seductive mixture of perfectly blended fruit, aged wine and just a tinsy weensy drop of Michael’s blood will invade your system and change your personality FOREVER. Undercover cameras captured the woman in the picture above seconds after she took one sip – we are not even sure she had a chance to swallow. Michael NEVER knew what hit him but I hear he was smiling for days afterward. Try it – if you’re woman enough. :devil:
The Force - it has a lot of power!
THE FORCE: This drink is served with a resuscitation kit. I don’t’ think I need to say more!
The Prince Royale
THE PRINCE ROYALE: You’re a lady, and you know truthfully that is the only kind of woman who can capture Michael’s heart. You only drink to relax, not to get drunk like some of the lesser women who frequent Da Smooth Criminal. You’re not interested in cheap sex, you want a life time commitment from the object of your affection. Your drink will be served in our finest crystal, the ones etched in gold, on a silver platter in the VIP section of the bar. The smooth and fruity undertones of this vintage wine will peel away the layers of your resistance until you are as free from your inhibitions as any Creamy Mike lover. The only difference is you’ve done it with style. The price of this drink only reflects your superior self-worth. Go ahead splurge. You’re worth it! And Michael will definitely take notice. He enjoys the finer things in life and so do you.
Thug Passion
THUG PASSION: Okay it’s no Michael but you’re strapped for cash. The flavor doesn’t last as long but it’s just a ‘lil something to keep you going until you can get a REAL drink. A favorite of our financially challenged customers. What you see is what you get and damn, come on girls, you have to admit, it looks good as hell.
THE MABHA * Michael chose the name so excuse the spelling : )
THE MABHA: A smooth and tangy combination of Sabah and Michael with a twist and zesty kick at the end. Don’t nurse it, ’cause it get’s flat. Drink it while it still has that sizzle!
THE GENTLEMAN
THE GENTLEMAN WILL stay in you all night and will also be the first thing you feel when you wake up in the morning. Now let’s be clear: It’s not a hangover. It’s better than a hangover. It’s a HANG ON I’M CUMIN’.
Cool, milky, deceptively sweet.
THE MIKEGASM: Hands down, our most popular drink! Cool, Milky and deceptively sweet, you won’t see where the bang is coming from but IT WILL hit ya!!!!! What’s worst, you’ll keep ordering it anyway. We can’t explain why it explodes in your mouth, we just know we like it!!!! Make sure you have a designated driver if you start throwing back this one. We’re not going to take responsibility and you WON’T have just one.
Mr. M, Home Brewed Right Here at CCC daily!
MR. M: This is our signature beer. We brew it on the premises but if you’re watching yourself, you can get our light version instead.
Mrs. M, For Our Lady Cowgirls who WANNA remember the good times!
MRS. M: The light version of our homemade brew, for our responsible drinkers who also want to make it home in one piece.
Holoma's Soup
HOLOMA’S SOUP: This deceptively potent drink has babies popping up all over the place and since Michael loves da kids, we just can’t take it off the menu. It’s spicy and fruity and served with a strangely cool mist circling up top. Don’t mind the woman in the back hovering over the cauldron. She mixes a big batch of it every morning and though we’ve never asked for a specific list of ingredients, she says that it’s all natural and we trust her!!!
Creamy Mike
Creamy Mike w/ Extra Creme
CREAMY MIKE: (Inspired by Annie) Pure milk chocolate, lightened to perfection with thick, heavy cream and a blend of exotic liqueurs, the taste of this drink will linger in your mouth for hours. You’ll find yourself constantly licking your lips and thinking about it even after you’ve cleaned the last drop out of the glass with your finger. So delicious we naturally prepare two when it’s ordered because everyone gulps them down so quickly. BE WARNED: This drink WILL give you a particularly wicked alcoholic sugar rush. A number of women find it very difficult to keep their legs closed even after one small sip.
The Foreplay
THE FOREPLAY: (Inspired by Martinigirl) Trust me. Looks CAN be deceiving. This seemingly happy go lucky drink will put you flat on your back and keep you there. No matter what you’ve heard YOU ARE NOT READY for this drink. The tangy taste of pineapples smothered in Amaretto and Southern Comfort will knock you right off your feet – literally. Once on your back, you WILL stay there for days . . . and nights. I took this off the menu because I lost a couplah return customers. It’s served with a life size cut out of the Michael pic above. A bunch of people ordered, left and were never seen again.
Golden Boy
THE GOLDEN BOY: (Inspired by Enola) From the moment this Martini came into existence we knew it was special. Inexplicably sliding down your throat like icy cold molten lava, we struggled to formulate an adequate description. Fearing, because the drink was so powerful, that we would face multiple law suits if we put this volatile concoction on our menu we decided in the end it would only be safe to offer ONE drink PER PERSON per LIFE TIME. Ladies, ladies, before you protest, please try and understand: The Martini . . . shakes/stirs itself! (Cue dramatic music) ( O-O )
The Thriller
THE THRILLER — (Inspired by MJQuan) It sizzles, it pops, it dances in your mouth and then it gets down in you and makes you wanna dance, too. One sip, and your hand is up in the air, you’re pursing your lips and saying, “Oooooo”!!! This is our most popular non-alcoholic drink. You can take it all day and never get tired. Enjoy!
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"So long as men can breathe, or eyes can see, So long lives this, and this gives life to thee." W. Shakespeare
(Spike to Buffy, Buffy the Vampire Slayer.)
"So long as men can breathe, or eyes can see, So long lives this, and this gives life to thee." W. Shakespeare
"----->His intelligence is instinctual and emotional, like a child’s. If any artist loses that childlikeness, you lose a lot of creative juice. So Michael creates around himself a world that protects his creativity”. ~ Jane Fonda
Morning ladies,
You’re starting early, huh?
It’s past 2 pm. here on a beautiful friday.
I just saw the “Any day now” sign outside the bar. Sounds like we’re in for a wonderful weekend.
Can’t wait for a new PM chapter. (Sorry Mike, you’re cute too, it’s just that there is soo much tension around Prince Michael. When will it be released?) :angel:
morning everyone! MGirl, your linky no worky :sad: …thanks for sharing your story honey, yeah, i think i did go to high school with you but you were too badass to hang out with a square like me :lol: …you are so brave for going back the way you did. I get hives just driving past my high school now and it’s been almost 20 years!! I think you and i both had “Hicksville-itis” as well, although on different ends of the spectrum. it’s hard to find yourself when everyone thinks they already know who and what you are and your teachers know your family and judge you by that image. OMG my grad photo?? I look like the quintessential virgin goody-two-shoes…noone would have ever guessed what lurked beneath that sweet smile! j/k i really am a nice person, but not ALL the time! I felt so liberated when i went to college simply because nobody had any pre-conceived notions about me!
here….i’ll get you that shot, :heart: and one for me too…another busy day here!
Sabine and Sonia, thanks for the astrology lesson! I have never gotten that into it, I just remember long time ago in high school doing some kind of project where we used our ‘sign’ and i found that i was on a cusp, different charts had me in different signs so i did a little reading on that . Sounds like it’s WAY more complicated than i thought!
Catch you all later! Sabine, if you are writing today, may the god of fiction smile upon you :biggrin:
yeah so what if I’m the same person, so, what’s your point? I going to be using this name and log in from my twitter account from now on!
MY point is, Ms. KKDDiana, on 2010/03/29 at 10:31am you wrote AS COLLETTE:
Which was a lie.
You have been rude and disrespectful and I’m not going to tolerate it.
Now I don’t know who in your life made you (or IS making you) feel powerless and less than so that now you need to come into a virtual space and try to flex to gain some kind of self esteem and battle your dilapidated insecurities by being rude and bullying others, but IT WILL NOT BE TOLERATED HERE.
If you want to use your Twitter account, that is your choice, but everyone should know that you are the same person who:
Started the argument about Sabah’s color.
Argued with Brittney and called her names.
Created two new identities and pretended to be other people to back yourself up, when people disagreed with you on here.
Called the ladies on here names when they didn’t’ agree with you.
Rudely insisted that I create your drink and put it on the bar when you asked.
Then said you were going to “serve” it anyway even though I had not put it on the menu.
Now I’m trying to understand you, like I would Antoinette, but I will not tolerate your abusive behavior PERIOD.
You are rude, and then you post a “nice” comment — it’s a common tactic that abusive people use, and I’ve watched you do it over and over. Pretending like our memory starts from today and it’s okay for you to act like you do.
IT’S NOT OKAY. STOP IT.
You want attention and that’s fine, everyone wants attention, but that’s not the way to get it. Learn to be nice and respectful to others — treat them how you’d like to be treated. You claim to be a Michael Jackson fan. Act like it.
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Hey, girls, what a way to start the morning, huh?
See I told you I had to be the School Marm! :lol:
*bites her nails nervously as Sabine enters looking like a thunder cloud*
God, I hope she’s forgotten she didn’t get me last night…
*speaks in a shaky voice*
Hi, Sabine…
Here’s a shot of L.O.V.E. for you.
Morning Sabine, Enola and Gracie
:wassat: Sabine all that stuff happened? I guess I was not paying attention uh. Bullying into getting your drink on the menu! I guess I will have to be more careful, but silent treatment is the best course of action in my opinion.
I feel so guilty I hope I haven’t done anything like that. I just sent a suggestion but no biggie girl. This is your site and we should all be respectful.
:wub: Lets all have some shots of L.O.V.E.
@Gracie….when I was in school, I use to get called the goody-two-shoes and all that because I never use to be “bad”. I use to have more enemies than friends, because I would never change myself for anyone and all the guys wanted to tear me apart because I never use to give them the time of day, since they didn’t have anything that I wanted, which was L.O.V.E. and respect. There was this one guy I think he liked me but I NEVER!! liked him like that. I might as well have looked at him like my brother. But when I felt he was starting to be taken by me I distanced myself from him because I would NEVER do anything to lead someone on or play with their feelings. I thought if I stop talking to him he would get the message. I was just at a point in my life then I felt like a caged bird because of what my parents were doing to me, and just the thought of giving someone that right over you made me feel suffocated. I didn’t want any relationships except for friendships that were plutonic. Well whenever I’d be sitting in the library with my friends I would walk past his table and go sit elsewhere but he would just follow me and it made me so mad. To make a long story short I saw one day again after we had graduated high school that was the last time I saw him and the next news I got of him he committed suicide. I was so SHOCKED!! He was just a nice regular guy, not geek, nerd, or jock just normal, and he would deliberately pronounce things wrong in French class and make everyone laugh their guts out. I’ll will never forget it, I just couldn’t understand why he would do something like that. I always had this eerie feeling he was trying to tell me something but I dunno what. I guess I will never know. One day I looked at my high school year book which I still have and in it he wrote “you are a great person”. I never like him like that, but sometimes I get the feeling “what was he trying to tell me”. I guess he was kinda a guy like Michael!!
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I don’t know why I just told this story, high school days can be so much fun to remember. I had a great time but some tough times also. You get the good and the bad, LOL!!! I sometimes laugh when I remember certain events, but oh God then I will have to start my own site to tell those stories, LOL!!!
Hey girls!
Enola, girl, stop it. :cheerful:
* Downing my shot of L.O.V.E. *
But you have to let bullies know right away that you will not tolerate their behavior. They love to do that Dr. Jeckle/Mr. Hyde routine, nice one minute, mean the next ,so you’re walking on eggs shells and don’t know who they’ll be when they open their mouths.
Sonia, girl, I’m beginning to think you don’t read all the entire comment before your fingers start flying over the keys. :lol:
I thanks you last night for your email and told you I loved and it but said I was working and when I was done I would get right on it to tweak it a little bit.
I was wondering why you didn’t say anything. Now I know you just didn’t read it :lol:
Hi Gracie, honey — I’m on the run now, but I’ll talk more about HS later!
:lol: Sabine
No girl, I did read it very careful. You’re welcome. I just wanted to make sure YOU knew that I wasn’t being pushy!!
Sabine, its just my nature girl. I know I can be very opinionated, stubborn but I never EVER impose myself on others, or try to mold others and the environment around me to my liking so it serves my purposes. I always ask and request that everyone like me JUST for ME, but if I have that expectation then I should also bestow that same courtesy unto others. Some people just don’t understand that. They want the entire world, they want others to love them unconditionally in unlimited supply but don’t want to or have ANYTHING to give back,because they are so empty on the inside themselves. As we can see from a certain someone here. I know how it feels to be dominated and not be respected, but there is right way and wrong way to go about it. It all starts with the self and one must respect thy self before proceeding onto others. Some people just don’t get that. They are like “Come on you show me how much you love me…so that I can feel worthy”. But have nothing to give back. That’s exactly what is happening here, someone trying to mold things to their liking and purposes.
:wub: Believe me I do read the comments carefully, love em.
Edited by Sabine, my responses are in caps:
It doesn’t even matter( IT MATTERS TO ME)
OMG who cares if someone changes their name (I CARE AND SO WOULD ANYONE ELSE WHO WANTS TO KNOW WHO THEY ARE TALKING TO AND DON’T WANT TO TALK TO PEOPLE PRETENDING TO BE SOMEONE ELSE)
it’s my business ( NO IT’S NOT, BECAUSE YOU’RE ON MY SITE, TRYING TO HAVE CONVERSATIONS WITH ME AND EVERYONE ELSE) and it’s a little creppy that you are checking peoples IP adresses, ( I’M NOT CHECKING IT — GET EDUCATED! EVERY TIME YOU POST YOUR IP IS AUTOMATICALLY REGISTERED AND APPEARS)
so your invading my privacy, ( YOU COME HERE, I DON’T COME TO YOU — IF YOU DON’T LIKE IT GET LOST)
you would think I was trying to hack your site, your overracting. ( MY FEELINGS ARE VALID AND I HAVE A RIGHT TO THEM AND I DON’T NEED YOUR APPROVAL TO HAVE THEM. I AM NOT OVER ANYTHING. STOP TRYING TO CONTROL PEOPLE AND TELL THEM HOW TO FEEL — IT’S ABUSIVE)
i have to treat you with kid gloves, ( NO YOU DON’T, YOU HAVE TO TREAT ME W/ RESPECT)
it doesn’t take much to offend you! (I’M NOT OFFENDED, I’M FRUSTRATED W/ THE FACT THAT YOU DON’T HAVE ANY RESPECT FOR MY SITE AND MY WISHES OR IT SEEMS THE MEMBERS WHO COME HERE TO ENJOY THEMSELVES NOT TO DEAL WITH YOUR KINDERGARDEN BEHAVIOR) :blink:
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High school was a bittersweet experience for me.
I was probably shyer than Michael at that time in my life due to the fact that I had been bullied pretty bad in my early years in school.
*Sighs*
No one bullied me in high school and I did have a good time, but God, I wish I had not been so shy. You see, there was this guy in my class. He was handsome, smart and had the happiest smile and the brightest blue eyes… God…
*Swoons – even now* :blush:
I was madly in love with him, but I did not have the guts to do anything about it, so I just pretended he wasn’t there. I don’t know if that made me more appealing, but the fact is that he started showing an interest in me. It started with little remarks like “I get seasick when I walk behind you” – okay, I admit it’s a little alternative, but the point was that he was staring at my butt and liked what he saw. Being so shy, I acted as if I did not have a clue what was going on. I suppose I also had a hard time believing he was being genuine. However, it continued and soon he was following me like a shadow. There was nothing spooky about it, he was being so sweet and acted like a perfect gentleman. You know, carrying my bag, giving me compliments. We even found ourselves a quiet corner in the lunch breaks and spent the time talking about our lives, what mattered to us and stuff like that, but none of us said the words that could take us further. We even slept in the same bed once on a trip to Rome with the class and absolutely nothing happened. I did not sleep that night, I can assure you – I wonder if he did.
I remember one of my classmates telling me: “You guys are going to get married, I just know it.”
She was probably right – if I had not messed up. One day he came to my house when I was home alone. He had never done that before, so I thought I was going to have a heart attack. He said he wanted to talk to me and by the look in his eyes I knew what it was. I knew he was going to take the plunge…and I chickened out. I told him I was leaving and that we had to talk another day. That day never came. He found someone else, of course. I’ll never forget the way he looked when he walked away but I couldn’t bring myself to let go. I wish he had not been such a gentleman…he should have jumped me instead. I spent the next 14 years asking myself what went wrong and came to the conclusion that I had not been ready to trust anyone, not even him.
Fortunately, it does not end here. 5 years ago he suddenly called me and we talked for hours on the phone.
His mother had just passed away and he was miserable. I tried to comfort him and eventually we ended up talking about what happened that fateful day. Getting it all out in the open was a healing process for both of us I think, and we said goodbye as friends. So, a happy ending I guess, but it took 14 years to get there.
Sabine, you once said that I identify with Prince Michael in some way. You were right – and now you know why. I know everything about not being able to trust. It cost me the love of my life at the time.
Luckily, my hubby is a real go getter and have no clue about what a gentleman is, so he unwittingly made sure I didn’t get a chance to chicken out.
My cheeks are blushing…I need a cold drink…
:blush:
(Edited by Sabine) Please everyone don’t watch that interview on Extra, about that man claiming to be Michael’s gay lover, it’s all crap, spread the word to every fan and protest on their website!
TOODLES :wub:
MICHAEL ears must be burning with so many people spreading such rumors about him lately :getlost:
afternoon ladies..
DAMN those seniors are fiesty… I need a drink!
How is everyone today?
OK MGIrl, I’m back and your pic is up and OMG!! :w00t: yeah, that’s an interesting hair color you got going there all right! Remember how i said you were brave for going back to high school? well, girl, that’s nothing compared to the guts it took to post that pic!! :lol:
Here is a giant Creamy MIke with Chocolate from me for my favorite badass bad girl! :kissing:
Oh (((Enola)))…i just read your story and it’s so heart-breaking…it is good that you were able to finally get some closure on that though . I guess everyone has someone in their past who you wonder “what if…” about. I know i have one, he was totally out of my league but he sat in front of me in a class one year and OMG, the back of his neck…it’s amazing i got an A in that class. we were friendly and studied together and sometimes i felt like he was flirting but he was involved with someone else and then, that was that…i know i never even told anyone i was into him and i was waaaaaaay too shy around boys to flirt. but who knows?
i think if i am totally honest with myself, yes, it would have been nice to be liked by SOMEONE back then but i really wasn’t interested in having a relationship. I was having fun with my friends and i knew that once i graduated i was outta there so i really didn’t want anything tying me to that place.
a Creamy Mike with Chocolate for Enola too!! (I know, you don’t eat the sweets but just like the chocolate covered Mike…no calories!!) :lol:
:sad: Enola
That was a sad story but with a good ending. But girl I have a story of my own with falling in love when I was 16 and I think I could give you a run for you money with the story. Its so sad even when I think of it to this day. I’d like to share it.
I was 16 and it was summer holidays, and we were on vacation in California. My dad had had a strike in his company and he was just sitting idle at home and mom was home and all of us. So I’m like what is the point of just sitting around the house lets go and have some fun. Lets go down to Cali and enjoy. Well on the morning we were leaving home, I was putting my bags into the back of the car and as I was doing so, my parents are in the house doing a last minute check to see if everything is turned off, windows and door locked. I’m standing outside by the car and all of a sudden I froze and blanked out. There was a voice coming from inside my head that something terrible or “not good” is going to happen on this trip, but I didn’t know what. Well we were down in Cali for over a month with relatives and its just a week left to go before we were to return home. One day we had come back from shopping and my aunt and uncle who we were staying with at the time were staying in an apartment complex at the time. It was a nice hot summer day and I’m just walking around the apartment grounds where the swimming pool and basketball court was. I standing like a good 50 60 yards from the basketball court and I see these HOT HOT!! Hispanic guys playing basketball, all except one. The basketball had a huge wire fence all around it and inside there was one guy standing with his back and I’m standing a long ways off. I DON’T KNOW WHAT HAPPENED. BHAM!! In one second I was taken by him, I couldn’t see his face or anything never saw him he was just a nice regular looking guy wearing a white t-shirt and shorts. All of a sudden everything around me was in motion, the earth seemed to be moving, and I wasn’t walking but for some reason my feet started moving all on their own towards him. I wasn’t even trying to walk but all of a sudden my feet had a mind of their own. Something was drawing me towards him like their was this magnetic force pulling me towards him. I went closer to the basketball court and kinda stood behind him still a good distance though and he turned around briefly and looked at me. I HAD NEVER FELT LIKE THIS BEFORE! I had butterflies in my stomach and I was just more than happy looking at him, that’s IT!!!
Well it was getting late and my mother told us to come inside and he went and sat with 3 of his friends under the basketball hoop and they go busy talking some deep conversation. I went home, and it was so hot and that little stuffy apartment was just getting to me so I decided I needed fresh air. My little sister use to tag along like my shadow and I always hated it. When I went back out to the basketball court, WHAT DO I SEE!! He’s still sitting there with his friends talking, they had been there for hours just talking.
:wub: I thought that was so sweet, guys talking and not kicking it up and chasing women, ((sigh)). I love that in guys.
So I was so fired up at still seeing him out there I thought maybe I should go a bit closer and see if I can get his attention. LO AND BEHOLD I GOT WHAT I WANTED!!! He called out to me and said Hi and I said hi back, and before I knew it he got up and was walking towards me. I WAS LIKE YES…YES…YES HE’S COMING!!!! I was sooo happy!!! It was a full moon night, the stars were out, and we were just talking and introduced ourselves, and I couldn’t see his face since he had his face away from the moonlight but he could see mine clearly in the moonlight and he said “Oh you have beautiful eyes” I knew he wasn’t lying because many people have told me that, and I know it too, hehehe. It turned out that that one month that I had been there, he had noticed me but I never took notice of him till that day. I always use to take my aunt’s twins who were 2 at the time for a walk outside, so he thought they were MY KIDS!! He thought I was married and all, CAN YOU BELIEVE IT, I WAS ONLY 16. My sister was in the way hanging around so I made some excuse and told her to go away. As soon as she did, he didn’t waste even a second asking the question, “so do you have a boyfriend back home”?? I was like WHAT!! Of course I said no. I was getting late and he wanted to know if he could see me again and wanted to see me again. I’m like what do I tell him now. I’m a girl from a typical asian East Indian family, my parents would kill me for getting romantically involved. I just told him sorry my aunt’s phone isn’t working and he believed it, but I told him I would see him the next day here. I saw him the next day, sometime in the afternoon I saw him walk by but he was on his way to somewhere and said he’d be back in the evening. I’m very sensitive to hot weather, and I waited out by the gates for him so I don’t miss him. I made myself sick had a fever the next day, but I never saw him that day. I saw him the next day and he was calling out to me from the swimming pool, so I went over to the pool but he was standing inside and I on the out. OMG he had eyes like Michael, I just couldn’t look at them, they were piercing me, and I felt so shy. I’m not exactly the kind of girl who’s very comfortable around guys. He was looking at me with a big smile, and finally he had to go so he held his hand out to shake mine, and that was the first time I touched him, we agreed to meet the next day at 6 in the evening.
I met him the next day, and my sister is hovering around so I told her to get lost. When she was gone, we’re both standing under a tree and he’s looking down into my eyes, and says “I like you”. I couldn’t believe it. I wanted to pull him a bit more and test him so I said “oh really…what kind of like, there are all kinds of likes”, LOL!!! He felt a bit embarassed and smiled looking away, because he was like in his mind “oh come on you know what kind of like”. Well I started walking away from him to a secluded place where no one could see us and he’s walking behind me, and he started touching my arm and caressing it, looking into my eyes and smiling. I walked behind this building where no one could see us because I knew what was going to happen. I went and stood with my back up against the wall, he slowly came towards me put his hands on my forearms and brought his face closer with his lips to my cheeks, and BHAM!!! I CHICKENED OUT!! Pushed him away and started walking away from him without looking back and I could hear him calling out after me saying “hey where are you going”. I felt like crying, I felt I had done a big sin, I felt I was no longer the good little East Indian girl and if my parents came to know what I was about to do how disappointed they would be, I felt all those people who looked at me like an angel I had disgraced myself and felt so guilty.
I didn’t see him again for 3 days and I was hurting. I was like OMG WHY DID I CHICKEN OUT AND WALK AWAY!! We were about to leave in 2 days time and I knew I couldn’t go away without talking to him. One day I met him at the swimming pool sitting on the chairs and he was talking to 2 girls in the swimming pool.
:devil: I was on fire when one of them saw him waving to me and saying hi and just to piss me off she got out of the pool and was trying to pull him in with her. I was like OH GOD GIRL!!! KEEP YOUR HANDS OFF HIM!!! Finally he got up came over to me, and said hello and I said hello, it felt so awkward because of what happened that day. I said I need to talk to you. We walked out of the pool together and when we were alone talking I said your two girlfriends there don’t seem to like me much. He said “oh don’t worry they are NOTHING”! I felt so happy hearing that. Then the unexpected happened, he starting apologizing for that day when he tried to kiss me saying “oh I can be so stupid sometimes’. I couldn’t believe it, I’m like “oh no honey…you didn’t do anything wrong” it was all my fault and I was afraid someone might see us together and all hell would break loose. We talked for a bit more, and agreed I’ll see him another hour since I was leaving the next day, before he left he held out his hand to shake mine and I”m like “oh no this just won’t do”with all my courage I reached up put my arm around his neck pulled him down and planted a big KISS on his cheek, and he said “thanks”. He came back in an hour and he brought with him a going away gift. on the bottom he had written his and my name “with love”. I felt so touched. Night came and I was still talking to him, and then he says “come on give me another kiss” pointing to his cheek. I was like “no way” not the cheek how about somewhere else. So he smiled having understood what I meant, and in a whisper he said “c’mere” and he kissed me on the lips and that was my first kiss ((sigh)). I’ll never forget it. After that we went to a more quiet place stood under the trees, under the stars and moonlight and like Michael in CM he was whispering the most romantic things in my ears like “oh please take me with you” and I said oh how I wish. He so lovingly held my hands kissed my forehead and said “you are so beautiful” and will I marry him??? I didn’t know what to say. I said I’m sorry I can’t, my parents won’t allow it. So he said okay you go then just go and marry and East Indian guy. It was getting late I said I have to go home my family will be worried, and he gave me his address so I could write to him and all. He didn’t want me to go and kept pulling me towards him by my arms. I said my good-byes after that.
When I got home ALL HELL HAD BROKEN LOOSE. MY parents thought I had been kidnapped raped, they called the police 911 and the security guard and woke up half the building. At one point at come home in between the hour that I was with him just to make sure my parents weren’t worried and they weren’t I even told my sister just tell mom and dad I’m close by. Still the dumb asses called 911. I had never been so scared in my whole life I was like if they find out where and who I was with, they would kill us, and I didn’t want anything to happen to him because of me. Why should he have to pay the price for liking me. So I just lied to them and said I don’t know what they were talking about and I was just walking around on my own getting fresh air. I took the bullets on myself and the entire rap but I didn’t let anything happen to him. I didn’t want someone’s life getting ruined because of me, and going to jail. Since he was 20 and I was almost 17 at the time. I managed to get the 911 call canceled because I knew if the cops showed up they weren’t going to leave without an explanation and I wouldn’t know what to say. During that time they had been searching for they went to his apartment and no one answered THANK GOD!!
To make a long story short I was so upset and hurt. I had become sick and tired of being controlled like this. Up until now my family had been telling what to wear, eat how to live life, and now they were going to tell me who I can and can’t like or love. I DON’T THINK SO. My family was so pissed off and to this day they don’t know what really happened. I was like if this is the f@cking treatment I get just because I took 1 hour out of my own life to go do something of my own then to hell with you guys. My family is so controlling they are always worried someone would come and snatch me away because deep down they knew they were screwing with me and all. When I look back on that night I felt that it was all God’s doing, if I had gone home just a few more minutes later they would have found us and we both would have been dead. It was a wake up call from God to show me what my family was doing to my life. The turned the most beautiful moment of my life into the worst nightmare something I never forgave them for. Now it all made sense to me why I had the gut feeling a month earlier before we left for the trip. Sometimes in life we can’t see the abuse others are doing to us until we get a kick in the but and that incident changed me forever. I said to myself never NEVER again will I let my family ruin any more happy moments for me again and I WILL LOVE WHOEVER I WANT.!!! We were supposed to leave early the next morning but never did since everyone had a really scary night. I didn’t come out of the house out of fear someone the night before may have seen us together and might tell my parents and hell would break loose again. I was cooped up inside all day and I only went and stood by the door the next evening at 6 and I saw him go by on his bike on his way to work and I just wanted to run out to him and hug him to make sure he was okay. But something just kept me grounded and he never saw me and went away. That was the last time I ever saw him again. I went back home forgot about him but not about what my parents did to us. I vowed I will teach them a lesson if they ever got in my way again, and I taught them a lesson alright by marrying my hubby who treats me with love and respect and they called him a thief for stealing me away.
That whole incident was a turning point in my life, it may not be big deal to others but it was an eye opener for me.
:unsure: Sorry Sabine that was so long
Unlike you Enola
I never got closure on my story. I don’t know what happened to him after that. I have sometimes wondered if he ever got mad at me for not writing back because I had promised I would. But I cut off ties for his own good. Somewhere deep down I know he was “not the one”. God only sent him my way temporarily to open my eyes and so I can become stronger and take charge of my life and take back from my family who would have ruined it if I had not come to my senses.
:sad: But still such stories never are really happy, but still have lessons to be learned. Like Michael’s life, sad but plenty to be learned.
Good Grief! I’m beginning to feel like i’m in a 1980’s teen movie!! aaaah the drama of high school! appears it’s the same everywhere!
Sonia, that story of the friend who wanted more…how sad when anyone takes their own life. did you know anyone who was still in touch with him then? that’s tragic.
i had a “friend ” like that too…always making people laugh and flirting with me but i didn’t have those feeling for him so i NEVER acknowledged it..this is what he wrote in my yearbook…”to an awesome, nice, pretty, talented, rosie chick. you have been an awesome friend to me even though i’m a real pain.” :lol:
Sorry about the multiple posts girls …just trying to catch up!
OMG Sonia…
I don’t even know what to say. :cwy:
I feel like crying.
I admire you for being so strong.
Gracie,
Thanks for the Creamy Mike with Chocolate.
Cheers to all the “what ifs”. :whistle:
Make that a 1980’s teen HORROR movie, Gracie. :alien:
Okay, now i’m sure i’m in a movie!!
Sonia, I just read your novella–what a sweet romantic first kiss story! :wub: and then the family! OMG!! 911?!?! Unbelievable!! So sad that your moment was ruined by them, but i think you are right, that boy was sent to you at that time for a reason. Your strength is amazing and i’m so so happy for you for getting away from that and finding your true love and true happiness. ((hugs))
:blush: I kinda feel embarrassed now. I don’t know why all of a sudden I just felt like telling the story. I feel like that old lady from “Titanic” telling all her steamy stuff with Leonardo DiCaprio, LOL!!!
:wub: :heart: I remember when Michael said in those Shmuluey tapes, that holding Tatum O’Neal’s hand was even better than kissing her I knew EXACTLY how he felt. I felt the same way. It was nothing sexual, I was just more than happy to be standing several feet away from him and just having him smile at me, LOL! When Michael said he felt like fireworks going off, I could relate to that. After I met him everything around seemed so beautiful. The earth was moving, the sky seemed bluer, the trees were gently swaying in the breeze like belly dancers! I would wait day and night just for a glimpse of him and that was good enough for me.
I can relate to Prince Michael when he had that incident with Lady Diana, although he was in love with her, she was not “the one” and that incident has now made him stronger and he’s fighting for Saniia. That’s what I did with my hubby, that no one will stand in my way now. My parents were like Joe and Antoinette, they just don’t understand where their limits are. When I look back at the whole thing I know it was God’s doing, it was perfect timing. I met him just a few days before leaving, I don’t think I could have carried a relationship for over a month with my family in such close proximity. The if I had delayed going home by just 2 or 3 minutes that would have been the end. So that’s karma for you. As much as I wanted him to be the one he was not. Its like Prince Michael you can’t fight destiny. I would cry after that happened at night with his gift. But I survived and moved on, LOL!!!
Thre must be like a sixth sense when Sabine is online or gonna post soon – you know it is somthing when we have 7 connections…
*ADDICTS WE ARE*
wow – ladies – I need to respond more to everyone elses replies from this morning n- but I will do it a bit later.
I am so glad everyone else shared their stories – I was a little twitchy this morning before doing my local cardio class… and I typed it out and hit send… and thought later – wow did I even need to share that – did they even want to hear that… case and point – I spend my life forever second guessing myself…
see you guys in a little bit
It kinda feels vulnerable to share, I get you Mgirl, but I think it’s healthy and healing — so people who have gone through certain experiences don’t feel so alone or alien.
hey ladies – whats’ up.
So as I mentioned I wanted to come back and read everyone’s shared stories and then comment… everyone has a sad story… mine is not very happy either – but I will share it. Please know it is still unsettling to talk about – but as well, I am miles away from that little girl.
First Gracie… watch it girl or I’ll kick your arse.. that hair took many a long dye jobs to accomplish!
hehe my goodness, I can’ t believe I lived with hair like that! so bad!
Enola… goodness girl I loved your story – I too had one of those types of love.. he was so popular and cute and all the girls loved him. I was 13 and he was 16 and he kissed me once a top of a roof of a mall – LOL (my very first french kiss) and I melted – I swear I am blushing right now at that kiss… and he said to me – you know a lot of girls like me and you know I move fast and I like girls – but I really like you a lot and differently than I like all those other girls, I want to be with you… oh god.. really?? And then I said no, I like someone else (I was so scared coz I liked him so much and he was so gorgeous and I knew he had sex before… it was crazy how you feel inside) and it never happened – but I remember everything like it was yesterday and I never forgot him… funny thing for me though – I am still in the same neighbourhood.. and oh my – I think I have aged nicely and the boy…ICK not so much – but I still think it would have been fun to be with him – he made my heart race. Oh Cheryl – you idiot!
Sonia – honey… my god girl you can talk.. we need to meet one day while you talk and I drink! I loved your story too… but sad as well. I am so glad you have your wonderful hubby now!
Sabine… Jesus girl – I can’t even comprehend the abuse you endured… that is so not right – but you can tell from when you talk and write that you have risen above it all – but it doesn’t make it any less painful! Much love honey… thank you for sharing that.
Now to finish up my story.. and I am gonna do my best to not waste to much space.. when I said end it all when I dropped out of HS… I meant end my life – which I did try a couple times… once very seriously and close.
For me… I didn’t really have abusive parents – I had absentee parents who were alcoholics – from as far back as I can remember I either spent much of my time alone at home when my parents went out, stepping over passed out bodies and manoeuvring through the left over party bottles of wine and beer strewn across our home when my parents stayed in and then cleaning it up, in the back seat of a car sleeping while my parents slept it off or with my father driving so unbelievable drunk he could not stand…
I learned to cook early as I was hungry when my parents weren’t at home or when there were was so many people in our house I missed out on meals that were cooked – as everything had gotten eaten or I was forgotten about.
*taking a big breath*
To put it as mildly as possible – there were men that didn’t understand that I was just a little girl… or maybe they did and realized that I didn’t have any supervision … it wasn’t as half as bad as some stories you hear – but it wasn’t good either – with the worst being relative.
As the years passed my conscious forgot but my subconscious didn’t… eventually brining it all to the surface my first year of HS (Of course.. let’s add that to the peer pressure!) where it just all leaked from my pores.. to say the least.. it was rancid. I think I was such an unlikeable individual.. I was dying inside… and did/said a lot of things I shouldn’t – but mostly I did those things to myself.
OYE… okay.. so let’s fast forward a bit.. I got to a point where I could help myself and I took care of what I needed to. I didn’t find religion – but I met a boy who was very religious and spiritual and he made think differently… to this day I don’t know where he is and he probably does not remember me or the affect his words had – but I remember him clearly!
Now.. my parents are much older and my mother is paying the consequences of a hard life. It is funny I love my mother dearly.. I protector her my therapist once said… but she also had a VERY hard life – much worse and so much more abusive than mine – but she could of protected me from what she didn’t.. she lived somethign similar… why didn’t she stop it from happening to me?
I sometimes wonder if that is why I didn’t really want children… I kinda did… and I tried for years for my hubby – did all the testing, weekly appointments, fertility shots you name it – everything – I even though I came close twice to having my own child, before I miscarriaged – and I was so devastated – it makes me wonder of that is nature’s way of stopping the cycle… would I have been better?
OMG – I just reread this… and this is exactly as it came out – I am not retyping…
Please don’t feel sad.. I am in a good place now with my demons in check! And nothing a sour apple martini can’t fix… although I know my limits!
Okay gimme drink.. this girl needs one!
Don’t be sad? Jesus Christmas MGirl, do you think we are made of stone? :cwy:
Okay, i’ll just be a little sad, then give you a huge ((((((((((((((hug))))))))))))) and then share a drink with you….what shall we have?? I know…2 foreplays in your hunor.
Thank you for sharing your story and your struggle. I wish i had some words of wisdom, but i will have to leave that to Sabine and chatty Sonia, I can’t even comment except to say I am so sorry that you had a rough start and so happy that you are here and you are happy after all that. i do want to say, it makes me so sad that you lost your pregnancies….i can’t imagine the heartbreak and of course i have known people who have gone through that but still, i think it’s the worst thing i can imagine. I don’t know if that means you just weren’t meant to be a mother…everyone struggles with that question. I don’t want to go all Catholic on you so forgive me please but i believe that life begins at conception and lost babies are in the arms of our Holy Mother and you will see them in heaven.
OK, i have to go but here’s another drink for you so you don’t kick my arse! :lol: seriously, my hair wasn’t much better…big bangs!!
(((Gracie))) you can get all catholic on my ass anytime…
but only you… the church will only allow one!
Thanks love, sorry – I didn’t mean it to be sad – it is what it is… and I am okay. Honestly I am
I just wish that people realized that effects they have on others…
As my therapist said in my early 30s when I was going… that is why I am always second guessing my choices.
Let’s drink mama…
@MartiniGirl
:cwy: That’s a very sad story…but glad to see you rose above it, I don’t know what to say?
I’ve heard so many sad stories today, I’m beat!
:tongue: Well let me change the moods. Guess what we’re having for dinner, Michael’s favorite, Kentucky Fried Chicken!
Some of you ladies tell me, don’t you all get tired of all those sales and useless 1-800 calls from who knows where. We’ve been harassed by this one number since last week, and we just came home and the hubby answered the phone didn’t talk took it close to the tv and turned up the volume.
:biggrin: I said that’s good, but guess what I did one time to such a phone number one time, I just picked it up pressed talk and held it next to the garbage disposal, and let it do ALL THE TALKING!!! I could hear the person on the other end going HELLOOO HELLOOO and then I just hung up!
Sorry I had to change the mood in here, there have been all sad stories today couldn’t think of anything better, LOL!!!
:wub: :heart: L.O.V.E shots to all da ladies from my side…CHEERS ((holding up shot)) here’s to surviving our ordeals and emerging victorious!!
*peeks head in* Well gatdang! Wth is going on in here. I disappear for one day and come back to this?
Maybe I should stay in lurk mode and just read the stories, and then comment? :ermm:
Grabs a Mr and Mrs M, puts on shades and Takes a seat in a dark corner with a Foreplay. :ninja: :ninja:
yeah, it was like therapy in here today! it’s good to purge sometimes i think…it sort of builds up in there until you get it out and then you can be joyous and appreciate where you are.
Sonia, my husband LOVES those calls! Sometimes he talks with a hillbilly accent and asks them a bunch of questions or if they ask for me he says “this is she” in a real deep voice! :lol: I hate them and i have caller id so i never answer but if he’s home….they are in for it!
throwing back my shot of l.o.v.e. and heading off to dreamland…sweet dreams everyone :heart:
*tucking in my MartiniGirl and kissing :kissing: her on the forehead* mama loves you
‘night sonia
‘night sabine
‘night john boy
hi Pink! see, this is what happens when the addicts go too long without da Crack!!
drink up honey!
Hey what’s going on here?
UM! Say it isn’t so!
There is a time and a place for everything.
A time to laugh and a time to cry. Life aint all a big party, and though we might come here for escapism, we can’t escape from who we are, and who we are are the sum of our life experiences.
So I want to give a big huge hug to all of the people who were brave enough to share and talk about their pain. It’s all good!!!!
(((((((((((((((((((((((((((((GROUP HUG))))))))))))))))))))))))))))))))))))
Pain is to be expressed and experienced, not to be held onto, or it will fester and make us into bitter, jaded people.
Martinigirl, neglect IS ABUSE!!! Honey, don’t you ever think differently!
I’m so sorry you grew up w/o someone to nurture and protect you because all children deserve that, and the pain you must have went through as a child, only to grow up and then reexperience it trying to conceive and then be met with disappointment — OMG, I can’t imagine.
I’m so sorry you went through that!!!!
Now, please, let’s let the conversations flow naturally and not have one person trying to “make” things the way they want it to be, okay?
If someone is sad and wants to talk about it, that’s okay — let’s make room for everyone to express themselves.
It’s a bar, after all, and I’ve been in many a bar where people start talking SERIOUS subjects — and there aint nothing wrong with that!
:heart:
p.s. LOL Gracie, you remember that show? :lol:
Woow I just thought I’d check the bar out and I come here to this O_O you guys have been through so much. You’re all beautiful and proof that abuse doesn’t have to be a cycle. (((((((hug)))))))) It amazes me how we’ve all come together, I remember when CCC started. Who knew it would go on to become such a beautiful place of sharing. I wouldn’t have thought of it in my wildest dreams of it being filled with such wonderful ppl like this. Well I guess a little MJ draws a crowd. with L.O.V.E.
hmmm so this is the smooth criminalcohol bar I’ve heard so much about ;P
“smooth criminalcohol ”
LOL!!!!! It’s all virtual!
Hey Summertime, it’s late, but I could pour you a drink!
Would you like a glass of PURE Michael? :smile:
I can’t believe this place has become what it is! I guess the best things come about spontaneously. But I think anything that Michael touches has to be filled with LOVE, don’t you?
Sabine, MartiniGirl,
I have just read your stories. I am deeply touched by both of them and I just want to say that I am glad you made it through your ordeals and came out as beautiful and strong individuals.
Lots of L.O.V.E. from Denmark. :heart: :heart: :heart:
See you later.
good morning all my beautiful and lovely addicts… *looking around warily *
I feel like I am hung over and just may need the mythical morning after pill. You all know that feeling – it is like what did I just do – how do I go back?
ha-ha. Thank you all for the LOVE and for sharing your stories too! I was thinking this morning over my morning martini, I mean tea, that Michael would be proud of how open and honest we are being with each other.
Okay – yes let’s move on to more positive talk and happier thou….. oh look..
golden, shiny, bulging, tight, silver BLING! – Oh.. OH MY
*downs a LOVE shot running in the direction of the valley*
See you girls a little later today.
*peeping out from my writing room*
Thanks Enola!!!! It was all very positive and healthy, wasn’t it? Michael would love it!!!!
Good morning everyone!!!!!
Hey Sabine…my comment was directed towards the troll. I haven’t had a chance to read the stories yet. once I do, maybe I will share. :cheerful:
I see the banner swirling…I hope it’s today. :w00t:
*crawling on her hands and knees into the bar*
Stay away! I’m suffering from a bad and contagious virus, the OvahXspojer.
I need my medicine real bad, but Sabine is keeping it from me.
I don’t know what to do. I have even started drinking Californian red wine, which is sooo not me. I was thinking I might find Michael somewhere in those delicious drops. I did, but boy, a sweaty Bad era Michael didn’t exactly make it any easier…God, I’m going to go outside and tear down that “Any day now” sign…it’s making me crazy.
No, go away Michael…leave me alone, and put your shirt on for crying out loud! No, don’t touch me…
*passes out*
Hey Pinkfrosting!
Our troll has been BLOCKED — and if she comes back on another computer, I’ll have to continue erasing her comments. It’s very hard for me to write when I have to deal with the negativity.
I already have to deal with it from jealous haterz who won’t stop talking about me. I don’t need it here.
yep today or tomorrow, help Enola off the floor won’t you!!!!!
Poor thing! :lol:
hi everyone! having a little break in my busy Saturday so of course i had to have a drink and hang out with my Prince for a few…it’s HOT here, we’re having a little summer sneak-peek this weekend so i’ll have a nice fruity Foreplay on the rocks please…
Sabine, of course I remember the Waltons! You have to understand, growing up in the country like i did, the Walton’s and Little House on the Prairie were the most “realistic” shows on TV to me! “The City” was a far-off land and i never even heard of a suburb :lol: and I actually didn’t see the walton’s much, only at my friends house because we only got one channel at my house and that wasn’t it but for my whole childhood, every sleepover, summer camp, whatever, somebody ALWAYS ended the night with a “good night John Boy!”
This is an actual pic of where i came from taken from a mountain top…nothing but this as far as the eye can see. the little farm along the left was my home.
Damn Enola..passed out in the bar AGAIN!! oooh, thanks for the pic though, i can see how that mixed with red wine and withdrawal could put you over the edge! Come here honey….OOF! *dragging Enola off to Recovery*
so Sabine, still in your writing room? no pressure :whistle: seriously, i wouldn’t have time to read until probably Monday so make it a good one! :biggrin:
Cheers to you, troll slayer.
Good job. :wink:
Now get back to your writing room!!! Go on, shoo!
Ahhh, Charles — I think he was the perfect husband!
It’s beautiful in NY today, perfect weather!
I’ll have to enjoy the sunshine today too, which means . . . .
more wait for your guys :devil:
:blink: :blink: :blink: :blink:
more wait…
Umm – I am sorry, I don’t understand that statement..
Get back here young lady!
mama Gracie.. do something!
*sigh*
there she goes…
Enola – pass me a glass – I wanna see no shirt Michael too.
Will you stop dragging me, Gracie!
I’m not going into the Recovery Room. No way! STOP! And you stay back, Michael brown eyes, daddy long legs!
I’m going to sit right here on this chair until Sabine brings my medicine.
I don’t care how long it takes. I’m going to sit here until I turn into a mummy. Just spray a little Halo Mist on me in case I start to smell bad.
*folds her arms across her chest and looks unbelievably stubborn*
LOL! “Troll Slayer” I love it Enola!!
Sorry MGirl, naptime’s over..i gotta jet.
I have no authority in the bar anyway…only people under 18 have to listen to the mama!
Sabine, Charles may have been the ideal, but my dad WAS Mr. Edwards! All scary and rough on the outside but squishy on the inside. even though he let me down big-time as a teenager, part of me still misses being his little girl.
Later girls! :biggrin:
Uh-oh
Enola…
It is just you and me in here…
You know what happened last time..
I am taking my bottle and waiting in the sweet smile room ( or maybe get of my butt and put up another gallery on my site – so you will have something to look at..)