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Mary Had A Little Mouse
Mary got a used computer about three years ago. My late husband and I bought her a copy of XP Home. Since then I've been her IT Girl. She's come a long way. Last spring Mary and I got on the bus to go shopping. This is what she had to say.

"Ugh! My 'Bookworm game froze last night! I had to uninstall it then reinstall it. What a bother!"
"Did you save your high scores?"
"Oh yes. I answered the pop-up thingy so I wouldn't lose them.
Everything was working fine after that....so there you go.
I updated my AVG but boy it took ages. That AOL is so slow. They really have problems sometimes. The other day I had to use the repair thingy and I still couldn't get online. I remembered what you said about booting it...and I do feel like giving the thing a good boot sometimes!"
"You got online after you restarted it?"
"Yeeees, so there you go. I did a defrag too. Huh-huh, I like to watch it sometimes. This morning I typed a letter in WORD to my brother. I put a nice flower gif on the bottom. He'll like that. I printed it....does it ever look nice. Remind me to get stamps will ya?"
By this time a few passengers within earshot are looking at her.
"My god, you type like the wind Mary. I'll never forget the first time
you sat down at your new computer. Where did you learn to type?"
"I took a commercial course in high school...typing and shorthand. Boy, my hands hurt for a while...then I did a lot of typing at my first job when I was 16, at the bank in 1944."

Yep, my Mother-in-law, Mary, will be 82 in November...
'so there you go'.
(Mon 28th Sep 2009, 2:20, More)

» Have you ever seen a dead body?

"Honey, if you ever come in someday and I'm dead........."
My late husband Dave, had emphysema. We had separated for a while in 2007 but I had planned on moving in with him in his new apartment down the street. During our separation I still took care of him as he'd become very weak and had many attacks. I saw him nearly every day. I spent his 57th birthday with him on that Wednesday evening on Aug. 8th. I gave him a hug & kiss goodbye and told him, "See you Friday."
That Friday I called ahead to see if he needed anything like bread, milk, etc. No answer. "Ah, he's sleeping or in the shower", I thought. I brought in Dave's newspapers from Thursday and that day. "He must be having a really hard time." I tip-toed past him on the couch and layed his papers on the chair. "Wow. He's out cold." With a puffer in one hand and the remote in his other, he looked like he was about to wake up, smile and say as usual, "Hellowwww. You're here!"
I stepped back to him...."Dave....Dave...." All of a suddden my stomach lurched and my heart felt like it was about to explode. I didn't hear him breathing and his chest was still. My knees buckled and I was kneeling beside him. I saw the dark red underside of his extremities and it smacked me in the face. Dave had been dead for some time, apparently since the evening of his birthday when I last saw him.
After dialing 911 I cried beside him, gazing at his now skeletal but once beautiful face. His crinkly, smiling eyes had sunken. His 'kissylips' were thin and dark. I looked away from the scariness and I kissed his ice cold, bare shoulder, just wanting him back. Not fair though....he had been struggling for years with the disease. Dave had simply died in his sleep. (the best way possible) He didn't see it coming either. He warned me for years that this could happen. I didn't want to believe it.
Yes, I was upset and traumatized yet I was relieved for him.
(Sun 2nd Mar 2008, 5:36, More)

» Bullies

Slut!
I had a boyfriend who I loved dearly, when I was 13 . He was a really nice guy, as well as being very cute and popular. Well, one day his parents weren't home. He asked me to suck on his dick 'just for a few seconds'... if I really 'loved him'. The experiment lasted about twenty seconds. I got bored and he didn't ask me to finish. The next day at school was brutal. He had told his friends that I'd 'sucked him off' and by the afternoon everyone had heard it. From that day on he and I never spoke to each other and I was called a slut for the rest of the school year. I should have told everyone that his dick was about the size of my thumb, two inches long and he had not grown pubic hair yet....but I didn't. I wanted to hurt him in retaliation, tell him that his creepy father had tried to molest me on several occasions.... but I didn't. I could have ruined his father, who was a widely known and successful real estate agent....but I was afraid.
Those wounds festered for years but later when I was an adult, I'd occasionally run into someone from my grade 8 class. They seemed very happy to see me and stammered through their quick apologies, chalking it all up to their immaturity. I accepted all their apologies yet I sniggered inside at their discomfort.
I was in a fish & chip shop one day and who comes to my table to take my order? The worst girl in my class of all! Our uncomfortable recollection of each other turned into a great conversation. She asked if she could sit down with me to take her break. At this point I was at ease and so was she. We shared stories, laughed and vehemently cursed that guy's father. Then a funny thing happened. She leaned in close to me, looked deep into my eyes and told me she was so sorry for the hurt she caused me. Her apology felt genuine. I didn't snigger when she shared this: she became pregnant at 15 and never finished high school. When her break was over I left a generous tip. We smiled and waved at each other as I left. I think that was a good day for both of us.

(Apologies for lack of length, girth and pubic hair.)
(Wed 13th May 2009, 23:33, More)

» My Biggest Disappointment

All of me.
My biggest dissappointment is the hopes I had for this new chapter in my life. My husband (kissylips) died last summer. He'd been very ill for the past few years. I started seeing a lovely man in January which really took the edge off of my misery. I was swept off my feet. So handsome! What a body! Yum! A great kisser too! Best of all, he's a good, good man who works hard (construction), is caring and loyal. We love each other and get along wonderfully. He and my cat have adored each other since day one. He has a drinking problem which he warned me about. He doesn't fall off the wagon often and doesn't have a mean bone in his body. Being home together is comfort, sanctuary, time to be ourselves and for fun silliness. He always hugs and kisses me as he leaves for work and when he comes home. He always calls when he's going to be late.
Over the past six months he's changed. There's something very wrong. He sleeps on the couch. We both snore but no man has ever refused to sleep with me over my snoring. He claims now that he's not a lovey-dovey, touchy-feely person. No more long kisses, foreplay or cuddling. He won't allow my mouth on him *anywhere* anymore. Sex has become infrequent and the most impersonal that I've ever experienced. There's no physical contact at all before he gets in behind me. It's mind blowing sex but when it's over and before I can even turn around, he's vacated the bedroom.
This gorgeous man who I've grown to love wants us to stay together forever but he has severe intimacy issues. Gahhh! It's making me insane! He's so beautiful...I want him so badly....I could feast on his entire body. I put much effort each day and evening into looking nice for him and being patient but to no avail. Though he tells me he loves me and praises me as a 'a beautiful and good woman' and 'everything a man wants to come home to' I feel unattractive and unloved. I take good care of him, feed him copious amounts of good food, continuing to give 100% (for now) while feeling tricked by him and ripped off. I tell him that I love him, how gorgeous, delicious, intelligent, competent, wonderful he is and how even a single slow kiss from him sends me to the moon. My affection is usually met with a grimace and is shrugged off, claiming it's unwanted because of stress, fatigue or any excuse that's handy at the time, it seems.
He hates being an alcoholic and tries hard to overcome it. I don't want him to fail but I'm secretly thrilled when he comes in late after many beers.I bring him to bed with me when he's drunk. I make sure he lays on his side and I wake him up to have a piss a while after he's passed out. Honestly? I love to simply lay beside him with my hand on his arm, caress him and be close to him. I don't care that he snores like a grizzly bear. During the night he finds me there. Groping, he hangs onto my waist or hip and locks his legs around mine. "It's a caveman instinct to make sure your woman is there and she can't be stolen from you" he insists. I take that as a compliment. The luxury of laying in his arms in a full embrace in the morning is blissful. The more he wakes the more physically distant he becomes.
Being in this relationship with this important element missing seems like a cruel joke. I'm very passionate and affectionate. He has all of me yet he shuns that part of me that's only for him. When he pushes me away I hurt and feel like telling him to pack up his stuff and go. I try to make a game out of it by stealing a quick cuddle/nuzzle and peck from him on the fly. I'm frustrated but willing to work at this with him yet I don't know how. Both in our forties, after our rough pasts, we deserve to be happy....and whole.
Oh dear! Another long, sad story from OGH. Sorry but you asked and it was my chance to vent. A more amusing one next time - I promise!
(Sun 29th Jun 2008, 20:40, More)

» When I met the parents

something to make you go AAHH
My boyfriend's parents and I have got along wonderfully right from the start. When I met his parents for the first time I was nervous but it turned out fine. We were all smiles, chatting away but his father and I kept looking at each other. "Where do I know you from?" we both kept asking each other. After about 20 min I asked if he used to come into the hardware store that I worked at many years ago. Yes, that was it! He was the lovely old gentleman that came in so frequently buying this and that for his woodworking hobby. Who would have known he was going to be my father-in-law a decade later. Being both hobbyists and handy types, he loved picking out and buying me great tools for Xmas. He passed away a few years ago. He was a great guy and 'Mum'? couldn't ask for better.
(Fri 20th May 2005, 19:29, More)