Love Don’t Cost A Thing

You've heard of the saying "love don't cost a thing". Jennifer Lopez even wrote a song about it. And maybe in some situations, love doesn't cost a thing. Although at other times, it costs big bucks! Take it from the guy who ate Ramon noodles just about every day straight for 2 semesters in college because he was secretly saving up all his money to buy his girlfriend an engagement ring. Whether we want to admit it or not, with love comes money, or rather the slow sucking of your bank account. And with love comes sacrifice...sacrificing your money because you love another. I do it time and time again. I do it willingly. For a girl. And for my dog.

FYI...that is a "good" photo of him post-op. He looks much sadder in person (in dog).
He’s actually very swollen and hacked up. It’s not pretty.

Owning and properly caring for a pet costs money and I'm quickly learning that owning and properly caring for an English Bulldog requires some deep pockets. I had accidentally poked him in the eye a couple weeks ago while we were playing. The vet said that may or may not have to do with anything (I think she was just trying to make me feel less guilty), but he did have a chunk missing from his cornea! Needless to say, that freaked me out! Upon further examination, it became quite clear there were a host of other eye problems he was suffering from. Although being the tough guy that he is, he never whimpered once. Eyelids curving in and lashes growing inward that scratch the cornea are a common problem in English Bulldogs (different from "cherry eye"). So common that most Bulldogs need to have it surgically corrected. As a result, it was causing an ulcer to form in both eyes and a great deal of pain - blood vessels irritated behind his eyeballs, etc. I was hoping he would be one of the rare Bulldogs that wouldn't ever need eye surgery, but hope ran out when they told me otherwise. Long story short, Diesel had about 5 surgical procedures done to each eye.

It does make me hurt to look at him right now. Basically, it looks like his cute little wrinkled face met a chainsaw and he lost. They say it will take 2 weeks for the swelling to go down and an entire month before the sutures have completely healed. He's on 5 different medications (2 different kinds of eye ointment, pain killers, an anti-inflammatory and an antibiotic) and has to wear an e-collar which he absolutely hates, but I can't blame him. It does look uncomfortable and quite annoying. He could pass for a satellite dish. (DirecTV is coming in really clear lately.) After surgery, his tough guy exterior quickly vanished when he began to whine and cry like a battered child. The surgeon tells me that is more to get pity from me, than him being in actual pain...I hope he's right. It seems about right though, because if I sit beside him and cuddle him, he stops crying. I suppose if I had to go thru what he did, I would be milking the recovery process as much as possible too.

I found myself feeling a little sick as well when I started tallying up his recent medical bills, but somehow, he found a way to make ME feel better. Hmm, maybe in the grand scheme of things, money really isn't that important. Perhaps love really doesn't cost a thing...or at least it's worth every penny.

Rough Estimate

• Vet Visit - $115
• Vet "Specialist" Visit - $340
• Surgery - $2,200
• E-Collar - $36
• Medicines - $200
• Jar of Jif peanut butter to take with meds - $3
• Gas for all the running back and forth - $56
• Having to cancel a meeting with a new client - potential loss of $6,500
• Having an "accident" on my couch due to his anesthesia wearing off - dry cleaning bill yet to be determined
• Having to tell my date I can’t take her out because I can’t bear to leave my dog alone immediately following surgery - savings of $200
• Falling asleep next to my four-legged BFF and waking up to his chin resting on my shoulder, licking my cheek to show thanks for the the TLC - priceless.

For everything else, there's MasterCard.

In Need Of Good Thoughts & Get Well Wishes

I don't feel like telling the story, indulging in details or even summarizing. My mind is elsewhere and I have a hard time concentrating on anything right now. I can't write when my little buddy is suffering in pain. He's barely a year old! You see, when he's happy, I'm happy. And when he's in pain, I'm in pain. You unintentionally suffer along side with those you love. That's just how life works. And I guess it's not any different as to whether it's a person or a dog...or at least it's not any different to me. But he's just not ANY dog. He's MY dog. The best dog this world has ever known! He's my BFF. And because he holds that title, he has to get better. Yes, he has to.

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Congrats! You’re The Most Hated Person On The Internet

You know you've struck a nerve with the Internet masses when your saga has been covered breathlessly by media outlets big and small. Google the name "Lori Drew" and a website titled "People You'll See in Hell" comes up as a one of your search results, but that's what happens when you're an adult who helps drive an adolescent girl to suicide. If there is any good news to report here, it’s that Lori Drew has won an award from the folks at RadarOnline.com for being "The Most Hated Person On The Internet!" Out of 10 other nominees, she is the most loathed of all. Congratulations! I would love to hear the acceptance speech. Would she thank the devil instead of God? On a serious note though, if there is anything to celebrate here it’s the fact that Lori Drew is finally going to get what she deserves. A federal indictment has just been announced and hopefully she will be convicted on a slew of charges. All I have to say is...it’s about freaking time! When will people learn that it's ILLEGAL to stalk and harass someone online? The same laws apply ONLINE as OFFLINE. Personally, I think she's a piece of shit and I hope the courts make an example out of her. Justice desperately needs to be served here!

If for some reason you don’t know the Lori Drew/Meghan Meier story, then you must be living under a rock. But for those that are unfamiliar with the story, let me catch you up to speed...

A 13-year-old girl named Meghan Meier hung herself in the upstairs closet of her suburban Missouri home after receiving a bunch of nasty MySpace messages from a boy she had been corresponding with. Except the boy in question, "Josh Evans," wasn't actually a real boy. He was the fictional creation of a woman named Lori Drew, the next door neighbor and the mother of a girl with whom young Meghan Meier had once been friends. Meghan and the friend had a falling out, as adolescent girls often do. Although in this particular case it prompted the girl's Mom to punish Meghan by "friending" her as a 16-year-old hottie named "Josh Evans." The so-called boy, would would later turn on Meghan, harassing her by saying..."The world would be a better place without you."

It seems that Lori Drew planned on toying with Meghan's emotions to teach her some sort of life lesson, failing to realize that 13-year-old girls are fragile creatures who don't take well to that style of teaching. Granted, it later came out that Lori Drew knew Meghan had battled depression, making her cold "This isn't my fault and I had no idea this would happen" defense ring somewhat hollow. To make matters worse, she even enlisted the help of another young girl to make the ruse more plausible.

Interestingly enough, the St. Charles Journal, the paper that originally broke the story, didn't mention Lori Drew by name, but a bunch of pissed-off bloggers eventually outed her. It took nearly 2 years for Lori Drew to be charged with a crime, but prosecutors finally have her just where they want her - in the hot seat. Under the current state laws, the maximum possible penalty that Lori Drew can receive is 20 years in prison. In the interim, congratulations, Lori! You are officially the most despised person in the whole wide web! Tell us, how does it feel? Did you ever think your psychotic ways and your incredibly cruel and heartless soul would win you this award?

So what do you think? A well deserved award? Or would you have liked to see someone else win it?

10 Great Uses For Vodka, Other Than Drinking It

Open up my freezer and there you shall find her, vodka, chilled for your pleasure. (Right next to the frozen push-up pops. And yes, I’m a giant child.) If you know me, then you know my favorite drink of choice is vodka. Vodka on the rocks. Vodka in a mix. Vodka anything will do, but not the cheap stuff, that will make your head pound like a drummer boy marching across your skull in the morning! Grey Goose and Sky are about as cheap of vodka that I will touch. When it comes to vodka, the smoother the better I say. But did you know that vodka has so many more useful purposes than turning the butterface at the end of the bar into a 10? Vodka also has a long history of use as medicine, having been sold by druggists to cure everything from infertility to colic and the plague! While some of those historic promoters were half-cocked, it's true that vodka has a wide range of potential uses beyond serving as a relaxer and social lubricant. Why would you want to do anything else with vodka but drink it? It is widely available, effective and less toxic than many of the chemical alternatives you might use for these tasks.

Oh how I love vodka, let me count the ways...

1. Defeat Poison Ivy
For many, one of the hazards of enjoying the great outdoors is an encounter with poison ivy, oak or sumac. It can lead to a nasty, long-lasting rash. Unfortunately, thanks to global warming, the plants are spreading. Many people have reported that if they immediately pour vodka over an area that has contacted poison ivy, the alcohol will wash away the culprit urushiol oil and they won't experience an uncomfortable reaction. Some have said that the vodka needs to be at least 100 proof to work. Others have argued that straight rubbing alcohol works better, but I’m guessing you may not have that as handy at your average drunken backyard BBQ.

2. Freshen Laundry
Keep your clothes smelling fresher with vodka! Simply spritz your duds with the stuff, then hang to dry in a well-ventilated area. (Do a spot-test first to be safe.) Vodka kills odor-causing bacteria, but doesn't leave a scent when dry. Tada!

3. Get Your Shine On
It's easy to get your chrome, glass and porcelain fixtures shining like the top of the Chrysler Building. Guess what does the trick? Ah, vodka, duh. Moisten a soft, clean cloth with vodka, then apply a little elbow grease. Bling, bling, bitch!

4. Preserve Flowers
If vodka can help you find love, then it can also help you preserve it...or at least the symbols of it. Add a few drops of vodka and a teaspoon of sugar to the water in your flower vase. It should help keep your flowers fresh longer. Change out the mixture with fresh ingredients daily.

5. Do Battle with Insects
Unless you are intent on proving how "hardcore" you are, or have a bizarre fetish, you probably don't enjoy getting feasted on by insects. Most of us are pretty sure we don't want to take the risk of spraying ourselves in the face with poisonous bug killers. So who knew that vodka can kill pesky insects, as well as nagging doubts at the bar? Pour a little of the saucy spirit in a spray bottle and squirt on the little buggers, or yourself as a repellent. Of course, DO NOT attempt this at a bar because dousing yourself in vodka will only cause the alcoholic sitting adjacent to lick you! Remember, we are looking for a pest repellent, not an attractant.

6. Soothe Jellyfish Stings
Jellyfish are fascinating, beautiful sea creatures. But their stingers can pack a powerful, painful punch. For vegetarians and others who don't travel with meat tenderizer (or who don't feel comfortable asking friends to, um, relieve the pain) take heart. Vodka can also disinfect and alleviate some of the bite of a jellyfish sting.

7. Get Great, Shiny Hair
Vodka doesn't just make you think people look prettier. It actually can make people prettier. Try this remedy for healthier, lush hair: Add a jigger of vodka to a 12-ounce bottle of shampoo. Lather, rinse and repeat if needed.

8. Clean Away Mold
Got mold? The stuff spreads easily and can severely diminish indoor air quality. But instead of harsh chemical sprays, try filling a recycled spray bottle with some bottom-shelf vodka. Spritz on, then let sit for 15 minutes. Scrub away with an old toothbrush (your significant other’s should work just fine).

9. Make a Soothing Tincture
Do you find the scent of lavender soothing? Did you know that herbalists have used it for generations to ease aches and pains? Here's a fun DIY tip: Fill a clean glass jar with fresh lavender flowers, then top off with pilsner vodka. Seal the lid tightly and place in the sun for 3 days (same idea as making sun tea). Strain the resulting liquid through a coffee filter and poof! You have a homemade tincture to rub into aches and pains. You can pour into smaller bottles, decorate them and give them as unique gifts. How Martha Stewart-ish!

10. Ease a Toothache
Got a toothache? Your first priority should be to see a dentist. But sometimes you can't get an appointment right away or you’re told it will just have to heal on its own. In that case, try swishing a shot of vodka over the affected area. It can help disinfect and should numb some of the pain in your gums. Now if you can resist swallowing the shot of vodka, you’re a better man than me. (And before anyone cracks a "spit or swallow joke", let me just say I do neither, but I do prefer a girl who swallows. I know, TMI. TMI.)

I just want to make it clear to everyone that no vodka was hurt while compiling the tips for this post. Personally, I have never used vodka for anything other than drinking purposes. And as useful as all these tips are, I probably still won’t ever use vodka for anything other than achieving a good buzz or a complete blackout. I have simply too much respect for alcohol, especially top-shelf vodka, and I just can’t bring myself to pouring it over a jellyfish sting. Besides, that’s what piss is for. Don’t waste vodka for a job that urine can easily tackle.

Say Cheese Laptop Thieves

With technology always advancing and security always improving, why is it that so many criminals think they can get away with committing a crime and never be caught? It has always baffled me, but I suppose there is only one real answer – they’re stupid. It’s not often you hear of a highly intelligent criminal, a "mastermind". For the most part, people resort to committing crimes because they are too stupid to make a living like the rest of society or are too damn lazy to work their way thru life. So when the "bad guys" get caught, and they almost always do, I find myself getting a good chuckle out of their stupidity. Perfect case example...

Three roommates discovered their NYC apartment had been ransacked when they returned home to find $5,000 of electronics stolen! Among the items were 2 laptops, 2 flat-screen televisions, 2 iPods, gaming consoles, DVDs and computer games. One of the victims, who works at a nearby Apple Store, received a call from a friend asking her if she was online. The victim said no and was told by the friend that his computer showed her as being logged onto the Internet. The victim signed onto another computer and used the "Back to My Mac" program to determine that her stolen Mac laptop indeed was signed onto the web and that someone was using it to shop online! She then activated the stolen computer's built-in camera, allowing her to "see" what was in front of the laptop.

At first, she saw only an empty chair. But a short time later, she was able to photograph a man, 23-year-old Edmon Shahikian (AKA "Dumbass #1"), sitting in front of her stolen laptop. The victim then was able to find photos of the other thieve, 20-year-old Ian Frias (AKA "Dumbass #2"), using the computer after it had been stolen.

The tech-savvy woman solved the crime herself! After logging into her stolen laptop remotely, she was able to capture photographs of both suspects and turn that evidence over to police. The two thieves were picked up at their Bronx homes and most of the $5,000 worth of electronics stolen in the burglary was recovered. The victim did not know either man, but showed the photos to one of her roommates, who recognized them as having attended a get-together at the apartment a few weeks before the burglary. Apparently, Shahikian and Frias are friends of a friend of the victims. Hmm, some friends.

Shahikian and Frias are charged with second-degree burglary and fourth-degree criminal possession of stolen property, both felonies. Of course, this isn’t the first time a crook has been caught red handed using a stolen computer. You may recall this man, pictured above, AKA "The Original Dumbass". Apparently the computer he stole was a shared iMac with Flickrbooth installed. Flickrbooth is an app that automatically snaps and uploads photos to the user’s Flickr account, or in this case, the victim’s Flickr account. Obviously the guy didn't know he was uploading images of himself and his awesome tattoos to the entire Internet. Smile, you're busted.

Just a word of advice, if you are going to steal a computer, you may want to be a little more tech-savvy to keep even a glimmer of hope alive in not being caught. It’s not just Apple that is helping users crack down on thieves. Almost all new laptops today have built-in cameras that can be accessed remotely. Manufactures like IBM and Dell even have LoJack recovery systems in place. Hard drive data encryption and self-destructing mechanisms are also options available for many computers. For around $30 you can even pick up a locking security cable to deter someone from swiping your beloved laptop. The list goes on and on. So if you want to beat would-be-thieves, then you need to stay one step ahead of their game. Oh yeah...and not inviting shaddy people to your house parties may be a good idea as well. It's just a thought though.

Scathed Knees And A Broken Heart

A few years ago, I briefly dated this girl. She was never my girlfriend and I was never in love with her. The relationship wasn’t going anywhere and frankly, I wasn’t that into it. So when the time came that I felt it was best for both of us to move on and find someone else, I sat her down and had "the talk" with her. She seemed to take the breakup news fairly well and agreed with much that I was saying. We were on the same page with wanting the best for one another and wishing the other well. She was going to go her way and I was going to go mine. Things were good. But when I started to walk out the door, she had some type of meltdown and lost all her dignity. She dropped to her knees and grabbed onto my pant leg, not figuratively speaking, I mean literally! She was clinging to me for dear life, like her world was coming to an end. I thought that type of thing only happens in overly dramatic Hollywood scripted movies. I would have never expected her to act like that. I never saw it coming really, so I wasn’t sure how to react. She snapped and it scared me. I tried my best to collect myself. And to collect her. I remember delivering this speech...

"Pick yourself up. Don’t ever grovel before a man, any man, including me. Be strong. Have some self-respect. You’ll move on with your life. And you’ll be ok. I promise you."

I said it in a soft but firm tone, even though I know my choice of words may have seemed rather cold. I didn’t want to be hypersensitive to her meltdown (usually a crying girl breaks me every time). The sobbing. The pleading. Inaudible words that came from her mouth. At that moment, it seemed like the best way to deal with the situation was to install strength in her while showing a deep level of compassion towards her. I helped her to her feet, brushed her off and kissed her forehead. I was nervous that if I hugged her she may sink into me again and I would never break free. I asked if I could call someone for her. I couldn’t leave her alone like this. If she could snap that quick, I was terrified that she would do something stupid if I had just left her there, like hurt herself. I was able to get one of her friends on the phone, told her briefly what was going on and she said she would be right over. We sat in silence and I waited with her until her friend arrived.

As time went on, I started to realize why she broke down like that. Her father had walked out on her when she was young. He too had sat her down and calmly explained why he was leaving. And of course it wasn’t until he actually began to walk out that door that the reality of him exiting her life actually set-in and she lost it. I can only assume that me leaving her in a similar fashion stirred up a flood of suppressed emotions from her childhood. I am thinking that her meltdown wasn’t even really about me. It was about her father. Or at least it’s more comforting for me to place blame on him instead of myself.

Daddy issues. From my experience, when a girl has "Daddy issues", 99.9% of the time it affects her adult relationships with men. I’ve seen it happen time and time again. So much so that I almost feel like asking potential dates if they have any "Daddy issues" before I get their number. If I look back at all the girls I’ve dated, every single one of the bad relationships came from girls who had "Daddy issues". And every single one of the good relationships came from girls who had wonderful relationships with their father. In fact, all of my long term relationships have been with "Daddy’s girl" types. I don’t mean "Daddy’s girl" in the sense that they were spoiled rotten, but I mean it in the sense that in their eyes, their father was the standard in which all other men were compared to. Now I’m not saying that a girl’s "Daddy issues" or lack of "Daddy issues" is the sole reason any one of my relationships either went smoothly or failed. I’m just saying that I adore a girl who adores her Daddy. To me that is a good sign. A very, very good sign. And those are the kind of girls I find myself wanting to be involved with.

I’ve always felt the importance placed upon a "father daughter relationship" is greatly overlooked in our society. And I’m sure much could be said for the "mother son relationship" as well. Despite the fact I take after my father’s side of the family (physical appearance, mannerisms, sense of humor, interests, etc), I’ve always been much closer to my mother. So much so that as a child when my parents fought, I thought that if a divorce ever took place, then I would choose my Mom to live with. People have always told me that I remind them so much of my father and my mother had always agreed with that statement. And I always took it as a tremendous compliment to be a spitting image of him. However, if a divorce were to have taken place (thankfully it never did), I wondered if my Mom would no longer love me either if I reminded her so much of Dad. It would be like living with a miniature version of him. Would she walk away from me despite the fact I wanted to stay with her? I too probably would have dropped to my knees and held onto her pant leg. I love my Dad, but choosing Mom just seemed like it would be the right decision. Because of the tight bond I have with my Mom, it shouldn’t be a surprise to me how distraught I feel when things aren’t good between us. I’m not sure why it’s really happening or what even started it, but the distance between us keeps increasing. This has been going on for a year now and needless to say, this makes me incredibly sad.

In the last few years, I’ve started to come to grasps that my parents are no longer young. Ok, well they aren’t exactly old either, but they aren’t getting any younger. And because you can’t stop, slow down or even reverse time...I’m feeling a little panicky. I can’t even talk about, let alone write about how it would feel to lose my Mom. That is a HUGE fear of mine. And to lose her while we aren’t on the best of terms, that’s beyond heartbreaking or devastating. Words could not describe the surge of emotions I would be left with. I think in life there are some rare things that people can’t recover from. That would be one of them for me.

Mother’s Day is this weekend. Last weekend I called my Mom up and asked if I could take her out to lunch for Mother’s Day and we could hang out or do whatever she wanted. She seemed less than enthused. So I asked if there was anything else she would like to do that day – someplace I could take her, something I could get her. She didn’t say much. She never really gave me any straight answers. I can take a hint. She doesn’t want to spend time with me, or at least that is how it appears and feels. I left the offer on the table, told her to let me know. Five days later and I haven’t heard from her. I talked to my sister about this.

Me: "I offered and she doesn’t seem interested."
My Sister: "Well, maybe she’s just tired?"
Me: "Ok."

It is then that my 4 year-old niece runs in and pulls on my pant leg. In her chubby little kid hands are her pint-sized pink knee pads, a set for her and a set for me. She asks me if I will ride scooters with her. I answer without hesitation, an enthusiastic yes.

An Annoyance That Shouldn’t Exist

Why is it that some days I feel like I need to write? Like it’s my duty to upload a new post here to my blog. It’s so annoying and so absurd. I don’t know why I feel this "push". In all reality, nobody is pushing me to do it...except for maybe myself? I torture myself with it for absolutely no reason. Does anyone else ever feel like this or am I just some freak of nature?

With so many other things going on in my life and so little time to take care of them all, blogging should be on the bottom of my priority list. And it is, except for the fact I still feel like I SHOULD be writing something. It’s an annoyance that shouldn’t exist, but yet it does. Perhaps a big part of the problem is that I pretty much hate everything I write. I get all anal about it. I analize it. I pick it apart. I reword it. I rewrite it. I erase it. And then I do it all over again. It’s like a mild form of OCD. I think I try to be a perfectionist, but I have much that needs perfecting. It’s a vicious cycle really.

I’m driving myself insane by it. I search for flow and I ride it when it chooses to arrive. Although, it’s never consistent. It’s never perfect. It comes and goes in waves. I suppose that is what flow is all about and it’s not meant to be captured for very long. It’s intangible and if it wasn’t, it wouldn’t really be that powerful. You wouldn’t ever hear of someone writing in a fever. You wouldn’t ever hear of someone being so caught up in their words that they lose all track of time. It’s good that flow isn’t always readily available. It makes you appreciate and cherish it that much more when it does wash in.

I can’t even tell you how many posts I have left in Blogger draft. Most are painful little pieces that I’m uncertain if I can bring myself to complete. I don’t even know where to begin or how to allow it to end. I’ll just keep writing and getting lost among the senseless lines until my eyes are a blur and my hand begins to cramp. I’ll become numb, or emotionally drained, or both. I’ll start second guessing myself and debating on whether or not I should have ever strung all those words together. I’ll finally regret that I’ve given my story a voice. That’s around the time I silence it. I’ll stop writing and leave it lying dormant. It’s a power struggle like no other. The rest will be left unwritten, but the inner push to write will continue on.

She Said It, Not Me...But I Did Agree

"Girls are stupid. And I feel for you having to date us."

I’ve become quite fond of her "tell it like it is" attitude and her new found silly girl nature. And her cupcake ass isn’t bad either. So, from the girl (who I’m still keeping anonymous) that brought you this priceless Hillary Clinton comment, comes yet another gem. And I think I may like this one even better!

Revenge Is A Dish Best Served On YouTube?

You’ve probably already heard by now about Tricia Walsh-Smith, the gold digging disgruntle divorcee who went crazy after her millionaire husband dumped her. What she thought was a "smart move", turned out to be disastrous and most likely will come back to haunt her during the divorce settlement. And I can assure you, their divorce proceedings will not just be messy, they will be down right ugly and nasty! Tricia Walsh-Smith chose not only to vent her anger, but also air all her dirty laundry in the most juvenile of ways...by posting her "I just got dumped" meltdown on YouTube for all the world to see. Yes, nothing says class act like ripping your guy, or soon to be ex-guy, up and down over the Internet. Of course in the process, she didn’t make him look nearly as bad as her she made herself look psychotic!

Part 1 - One More Crazy Day in the Life of a Phoenix Rising from the Ashes

She claims her husband of 10 years, Philip Smith (President of Shubert Organization - the largest theater owner on Broadway), just decided one day he no longer wanted to be married to her. Um, can you blame him? Personally, I don’t see how the marriage was based on anything other than superficialness in the first place. Let’s face it. At 50 years-old, Tricia Walsh-Smith is no spring chicken, but her husband is 25 years older than her! What in the world could you have in common with a 75 year-old man? He’s bald. He can’t get his dick up. Most likely he is missing more than a few teeth. Do I need to go on? Do the words Depends, Bengay and liver spots mean anything to you? Everyone knows that to make a relationship work, you need to have things in common, activities you enjoy doing together. The only "activity" this pair could partake in together would be eating soup.

Tricia Walsh-Smith made it no secret that they weren't fucking. In fact, she actually calls up his assistant to say..."I’m filming at the moment for YouTube. I don’t know if you know, but Philip and I never had sex. But he’s got Viagra, condoms and porn movies. Just ask him what he wants me to do with them." As shocking as that may sound to some, that doesn’t really shock me due to the fact she belongs locked in a padded cell. But what does shock me is that she is actually upset about not getting to have sex with a 75 year-old man! I’m going to fill everyone in on a little something, just in case you are as clueless as Tricia Walsh-Smith. If a guy owns a box of condoms and he’s NOT using them to fuck you, he’s using them to fuck someone else. It’s a no brainer really. Nobody buys condoms just for the hell of it.

While ranting about her husband, Tricia Walsh-Smith alternated between pleas for mercy, cries of idiocy, and bouts of petty mud-slinging. And just before she heads to divorce court, she goes online and posts yet ANOTHER video! In this new video, she pulls much of the same act as last time. She pleads her case, somewhat calmly for a change, but then that quickly changes and you can almost see her mentally snap before your very eyes. It’s like a train wreck, you can’t help but watch as she pulls out her trusty Tarot cards while shouting..."Shame on you! How dare you? If this was the 16th century what would you have done, put me in the stocks and thrown rotten tomatoes at me? I am speaking my truth! But I did my cards today and look what I pulled: Courage. I will continue speaking my truth." Rrright. Just pack your shit up and get your ass out of his Park Avenue apartment already.

Part 2 - One More Crazy Day in the Life of a Phoenix Rising from the Ashes

If you can watch both of these videos in their entirety, then I applaud you because I found myself becoming highly irritated listening to her for even 30 seconds. I can’t imagine what this poor old man had to endure. I found myself wanting to choke the bitch almost instantly! And he put up with her for a decade! Now that deserves some type of an award. Perhaps the divorce papers will be that award.

Look, I understand that being dumped is never easy. It hurts and you can’t help but take it personally. After all, it is a form of rejection and rejection is meant to be taken personally. But remember, in a fit of rage, when emotions run high, it’s important to step back and breathe. Take a minute and think before you react, before you lash out. These videos will not tarnish her husband’s good name. All it is doing is making her look clinically insane. You can’t tell me that this woman isn’t angry for not being able to hold out until he kicked the bucket and she inherited his fortune. I ask you this...is she really mad that he didn’t screw her, or is she just mad because she is getting screwed out of sucking up more of his money?

It is women like her that make men never want to marry.