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I admit I have made some bad choices when it comes to men. But I must confess I'm entirely mystified as to why Christina Raines is drawn to Drew Peterson,a former Bolingbrook,Illinois police sergeant suspected of killing both his third and fourth wives. The latest development in the complicated situation is the news this week that Raines has now moved in with fiance Peterson. For the moment, let's set aside the fact that he might be a murderer. He's had four wives already. The thought has not occurred to her he's not exactly ideal husband material, that his track record might suggest something? One prior marriage, okay. Two, well, iffy. Three? Danger, danger. And four? Hello, tap tap, is this thing on? Now factor in the possibility that he's suspected in not one but two murders of former wives. What the hell is she thinking? I loved both my husbands dearly, but if early in our dating history, either had mentioned four previous wives, two of whom were possibly murdered by him, somehow I think that would have taken the bloom off the proverbial rose. Peterson must be some smooth talker and/or fantastic in bed.
The woman in the vintage photo below, photographed in 1911 at the age of twenty-one, was socialite Henrietta Louise Cromwell Brooks MacArthur Atwill Heiberg, known simply as Louise to her friends.
You might think she was some prude from the sepia-tinted days of yesteryear. Think again.
She was married and divorced four times. One of her husbands was actor Lionel Atwill. Another was the young Douglas MacArthur. Both men were notorious lovers and rakes. She caused media scandals in the 1920s. Her family was richer than God. Her brother married Doris Duke.
Women like her never worked a day in their lives. They did a little volunteering for the right causes, mostly organizing charity fetes that were nothing but parties for themselves, but they didn't spend the rest of their time knitting. They enjoyed themselves.
Look at her face. That woman just oozes attitude. I would not be at all surprised if, when biding time between her various marriages, and probably during her marriages as well, she wasn't shagging the chauffeur and probably the gardener, too.
She probably went out of her way to hire broad-shouldered, strapping lads as dumb as a bag of rocks. She had them wrapped around her little finger. They never called her anything but "miss" or "ma'am," even when her bare legs were wrapped around their sweaty, muscular buttocks in her bed.
I could see her shaggging the chauffeur to wile away the afternoon, then a few hours later she'd be in the back of her big black Packard on the way to a benefit while some rich snot ran his hands up her skirt into the nether lands beyond. The poor lunkhead in the front seat would see all this in the mirror but have to keep quiet and try to keep his eyes on the road.
Of course, he saw a lot of that before she summoned him to her bedroom for the first time one stormy night when she was home alone. They ended up doing it half-dressed on the divan because she had him so worked up by that point.
Louise lived through exciting times: the Edwardian Era, World War I, the Roaring Twenties, the Depression, World War II, the Fifties, and died during the Swinging Sixties. She died of a heart attack at 75. Women who keel over suddenly like that usually go out fast and hard. You have to wonder if some weeping boy-toy half her age was desperately trying to bring her back to life as she lay sprawled lifeless on the sweat-stained satin sheets.
Some people see old photographs like this and feel sorry for the sitters, having lived in a more repressed,unenlightened time.
But I look at pictures like this and imagine what it was really like when the shades came down and the lights went out.
I am God. Today, like any other day, I will be handling all of your problems. Please remember that I do not need your help.
If life happens to deliver a situation to you that you cannot handle, do not attempt to resolve it. Kindly put it in the SFGTD (something for God to do) box. All situations will be resolved in My time, not yours.
Once the matter is placed into the box, do not hold onto it by worrying about it. Instead, focus on all the wonderful things that are present in your life now.
If you find yourself stuck in traffic; don't despair. There are people in this world for which driving is an unheard of privilege.
Should you have a bad day at work; think of the man who has been out of work for years.
Should you despair over a relationship gone bad; think of the person who has never known what it's like to love and be loved in return.
Should you grieve the passing of another weekend; think of the people in dire straits, working twelve hours a day, seven days a week to feed their children.
Should your car break down, leaving you miles away from assistance; think of the paraplegic who would love the opportunity to take that walk.
Should you notice a new gray hair in the mirror; think of the cancer patient in chemo who wishes they had hair to examine.
Should you find yourself at a loss and pondering what is life all about,asking "what is my purpose?" Be thankful. There are those who didn't live long enough to get the opportunity.
Should you find yourself the victim of other peoples bitterness, ignorance or insecurities; remember, things could be worse - You could be one of them!
Don't try to handle anything you can't. Let me do my job.
With Love, God
Wishing you,and yours,a blessed and Happy New Year.
Each of us should think about what this says, because I beleive that what the story tells us, is true about our lives. We never have the chance to go back and do the things we wanted to do but just never found the right time and when we do, it's too late.
A friend of mine opened his wife's underwear drawer and picked up a silk paper wrapped package:
'This, - he said - isn't any ordinary package.'
He unwrapped the box and stared at both the silk paper and the box.
'She got this t he first time we went to New York , 8 or 9 years ago. She has never put it on , was saving it for a special occasion. Well, I guess this is it. He got near the bed and placed the gift box next to the other clothing he was taking to the funeral house, his wife had just died. He turned to me and said:
'Never save something for a special occasion. Every day in your life is a special occasion'.
I still think those words changed my life.
Now I read more and clean Less.
I sit on the porch without worrying about anything.
I spend more time with my family, and less at work.
I understood that life should be a source of experience to be lived up to, not survived through. I no longer keep anything. I use crystal glasses every day... I'll wear new clothes to go to the supermarket, if i feel like it.
I don't save my special perfume for special occasions, I use it whenever I want to. The words 'Someday...' and 'One Day...' are fading away from my dictionary. If it's worth seeing, listening or doing, I want to see, listen or do it now. I don't know what my friend's wife would have done if she knew she wouldn't be there the next morning, this nobody can tell. I think she might have called her relatives and closest friends. She might call old friends to make peace over past quarrels. I'd like to think she would go out for Chinese, her favorite food. It's these small things that I would regret not doing, if I knew my time had come.
I would regret it, because I would no longer see the friends I would meet, letters... that I wanted to write
'One of these days'.
I would regret and feel sad, because I didn't say to my brother and sisters, son and daughters, not times enough at least, how much
I love them.
Now, I try not to delay, postpone or keep anything that could bring laughter and joy into our lives.. And, on each morning, I say to myself that this could be a special day. And it will be.
Each day, each hour, each minute, is special. Live for today, for tomorrow is promised to no-one.
If you got this, it's because someone cares for you and because, probably, there's someone you care about.
If you're too busy to send this out to other people and you say to yourself that you will send it 'One of these days' ,remember that 'One'
Just add your 3 words to continue the story based upon whatever you feel from the previous 3 words. (Be sure to tag on to the top post which is usually the last post or else you'll tag on to the ones in the middle or end)
If this gets enough responses,I'll put them all together to make a complete story.
It could get a little mixed up and crazy because of the time delay in comment postings here.
But, it also can be a lot of fun to see what happens!
gypsedog tagged on first,so follow upwards from there to the top.
An elderly man on a Moped, Looking about 100 years old, Pulls up next to a doctor at a street light. The old man looks over at the sleek shiny car And asks, 'What kind of car ya got there, sonny?' The doctor replies, 'A Ferrari GTO. It cost half a million dollars! That's a lot of money,' says the old man. 'Why does it cost so much?' 'Because this car can do up to 320 miles an hour!' States the doctor Proudly. The Moped driver asks, 'Mind if I take a look inside?' 'No problem,' replies the doctor. So the old man pokes his head in the window And looks around. Then, sitting back on his Moped, the old man says, 'That's a pretty nice car, all right... But I'll stick with my Moped!' Just then the light changes, So the doctor decides to show The old man just what his car can do. He floors it, and within 30 seconds The speedometer reads 160 mph. Suddenly, he notices a dot In his rear view mirror. It seems to be getting closer! He slows down to see what it could be And suddenly WHOOOOSSSHHH! Something whips by him going much faster! 'What on earth could be going faster than my Ferrari?' the doctor asks Himself. He presses harder on the accelerator And takes the Ferrari up to 250 mph. Then, up ahead of him, He sees that it's the old man on the Moped! Amazed that the Moped could pass his Ferrari, He gives it more gas And passes the Moped at 275 mph And he's feeling pretty good until he looks in his Mirror and sees the old Man gaining on him AGAIN! Astounded by the speed of this old guy, He floors the gas pedal and takes the Ferrari All the way up to 320 mph. Not ten seconds later, he sees the Moped bearing down on him again! The Ferrari is flat out, And there's nothing he can do! Suddenly, the Moped plows Into the back of his Ferrari, Demolishing the rear end. The doctor stops and jumps out and unbelievably The old man is still alive. He runs up to the banged-up old guy and says, 'I'm a doctor.... Is there anything I can do for you?' The old man whispers, 'Unhook my suspenders from your side view mirror'
A biker stops by the Harley Shop to have his bike fixed. They couldn't do it while he waited, so he said he didn't live far and would just walk home.
On the way home he stopped at the hardware store and bought a bucket and an anvil. He stopped by the feed store / livestock dealer and picked up a couple of chickens and a goose. However, he now had a problem: how to carry all of his purchases home.
The owner said, "Why don't you put the anvil in the bucket, carry the bucket in one hand, put a chicken under each arm and carry the goose in your other hand?"
"Hey, thanks", the biker said, and out the door he went.
But in the parking lot he was approached by a little old lady who told him she was lost. She asked, "Can you tell me how to get to 1603 Mockingbird Lane?"
The biker said, "Well, as a matter of fact, I live at 1616 Mockingbird Lane. Let's take my short cut and go down this alley. We'll be there in no time."
The little old lady looked him over cautiously and then said, "I am a lonely widow without a husband to defend me. How do I know that when we get in the alley you won't hold me up against the wall, pull up my skirt, and ravish me?"
The biker said, "Holy smokes lady! I am carrying a bucket, an anvil, two chickens, and a goose. How in the world could I possibly hold you up against the wall and do that?"
The lady said, "Set the goose down, cover him with the bucket, put the anvil on top of the bucket, and I'll hold the chickens."