NEW RELATIONSHIP WOES (HELP!!!!)

I met this guy.  Nice person, but something screams - HE IS NOT YOUR TYPE.  First, he's too damn skinny.  I love big men like Vincent.  And when we talk its as though I have to pull teeth to get information.  But he seems to open up pretty easily once we get talking.  But it's a struggle.  What I mean  is that there's a lot of silence between us.   I feel as if I'm the one who is supposed to come up with something to say all the time.  I don't want to fight to find something to say with this guy.  I am a down-to-earth kinda gal.  Easy to talk to with.  I enjoy easy flowing conversation - stimulating, interesting, but easy.  He seems to want to relate in an etheral fashion.  Tight-lipped, buttoned-up, straight-laced.  Eeewww!!!!  WTF!!  Not my kind of man at all.  Intellect is fine, however, I enjoy plain ol' fashion talk. 

He told me he wrote me a poem.  Now, the last time I got involved with someone who was not my type and who wrote me a poem, the relationship didn't fair well.  And I take full responsiblity for my part.  But, and ladies and gents you probably can understand what I'm about to say -- I AM TIRED OF SETTLING IN THE RELATIONSHIP DEPARTMENT.  Yeah, he's nice and everything, but I know what I want - what turns me on sexually - and he ain't IT.  So, why is it that men, who are not my type, seem to pursue me?  Not again.  If I have to wait a lifetime, remain single, to get what I want, then damn it that's what I'm willing to do.  It is very frustrating for me to give myself to someone who I know is not what I want in the bedroom.  Or maybe I should give him a chance.  He could be the best thing that ever happened to me.  Any suggustions.  Please, help.

SWEET LIKE ME & HONEYBEE

YIPEE!!!  It's Spring.  Thank God.  Time to come out of the darkness and go into the light.  No more boots, scarfs, gloves, hats, mittens, longjohns, and dreaded flannel.  Time to lighten-up spirtually, physically, emotionally.  Drop the weight - eat more salads.  Get rid of the chronic-complainers who drain you of positive energy.  Yup, that heaviness around your mid section could be the low-lifers hanging on like dead weight around your neck.  Time to set yourself free. 

JUST A FEW LINES

Que pasa?  What is happening in blogsphere?  I really MISS you guys and gals -- JoJo, Val, Matt-Man, TJara, Mimi, Jazzy, Nantz, and the rest of my fellow Vixens and blogbuddies.  Been a hellafied, crazy two weeks.  Computer infected -- AGAIN!!  For heaven's sake, I've really got to take care of that problem with Norton Antivirus.  I have another program, but not as good, obviously. 

I have to go now, really busy.  Will be in contact soon.

HAPPY ST. PATRICK'S DAY!!!!!

FRONTLINE: The Suicide Tourist

I had my TV on channel 13 (PBS), not really paying attention to what was on, catching up on blogs I haven't read in a day.  I then heard something that caught my attention.  I had to stop blogging to watch and listen. After listining for a minute or two, I thought to myself - I wish I had paid attention to the program from the beginning.  The topic was assisted suicide.  This man, Craig Colby Ewert, was suffering from ALS.  ALS is a debilitating disease, which eventually paralizes the victim's muscular system.  This, in turn, renders the patient unable to swallow or control bowel movements.  It's a horrific and dreadful way to live -- if you call that living.   During this stage of his disease, he is still able to speak, but needs help with daily activities such as, shaving, bathing, eating, grooming and pamper changing.  He is also assisted with his breathing with an oxygen tank.  He is deathly afraid that when he losses the ability to speak, people will think that he is comfortable and not in any pain -- since he won't be able to speak to tell them otherwise.  He doesn't want to continue to be a burden to his wife and children.  Hence, he wants to take his own life.  Alas Dignitas.

Obviously, here in the United States, assisted suicide is illegal.  So this man and his wife went to Switzerland to participate in a program called Dignitas, a non-profit organization that helps people end their own lives.  A social worker is assigned to him, and together they talk about him ending his own life.  The social worker conducts an assessment to determine if Mr. Ewert is aware of the consequences of his decision.  So, together with his wife, and the social worker, they make plans for Ewert to swallow a poison that will end his life.  You are probably wondering if there's a question.  Yes, there is.  But first, let me say this.  I am a social worker and believe wholeheartedly in the social worker's Code of Ethics, in which states that a person has the right to SELF-DETERMINATION.  With that said, what would you do?  What does "quality of life" mean to you?  Do you believe humans have the right to take their own lives?  How were you raised?  Were you raised to believe that suicide is a sin?  If yes, have you changed your views since becoming an adult?  I know these are difficult, personal questions, but I would like to know.  What do I think, believe?  If my life got to the point, where I could not longer feed myself, go to the bathroom on my own, talk, breath on my own, or lived in a vegetated state, PULL THE PLUG -- PLEASE!!!