MsLiz

What a world, huh? Yikes! Sorry you (we) all have to be put through this.

You are soooo right. There are those "types" out there who are looking to be miserable. People who refuse to take responsibility for their own actions, or in this case their lack of action. He knew his blade would eventually become dull. He could have bought a spare. Could have taken it to have it sharpened. Could get a debit card so he can buy online. And a half a dozen other actions he could have taken. When I was young I actually enjoyed working in customer service, now I dread it. There are no longer manners or morals in the general public. By-gone days, so it seems. People now regularly switch out products putting their old used POS in the box they just bought and then attempt to return it. I would never have considered doing such a thing and was surprised when a store clerk opened my factory sealed return to see that it was the correct, unsued item inside. From what I have observed this is now standard operating procedure here in Southern California. How low will people go? Pretty darn low, so it seems. I'm sure there is a blogging website dedicated to idiot customers. (I know there is one for sharing wait-staff's customer related horror stories) Thanks for sharing this story. My heart goes out to you, having provided excellent customer service without blowing your cool. I'm glad you have a positive attitude about it, not letting this jerk-wad get to you. The world needs more people like you!

Love that it's expanded. I went ahead and reloaded my original photo and it looks great on My Controls page, but on the entries area in the forum it looks pixelated. Any idea why it looks great in one area and not in the other, even tho both have been resized?

You're so right! Because of the mind bending issues RE size & "OMG my dick has a mind of it's own!", I would never want to be a man dealing with a penis. I'm very glad I was born a girl. Women are lucky that if our body parts aren't cooperating fully it is not as obvious. I would like to say though, while men have to deal with the "I'm not big enough" or "This has never happened to me before...." , women have been far more objectified in their total appearance & seductive value. Boobs, boobs, boobs are served up everywhere as our beauty currency..... and don't even get me started on how sad it is that un-naturally large plastic ones are now becoming the norm (at least here in California). Anywhoo.... Admittedly it is women who buy into the media's sales pitch of how a pretty women should look. As an example, for some stupid reason I assumed that when I found a Victoria's Secret catalog in my guys bedroom that it meant that he wanted what he saw: a beautiful woman....in matching bra and panties. So of course, from that point on, I made a point of always wearing matching bra & panties (in an attempt to distract my lover from the fact I am NOT a VS model?). What I have heard since, from men of all kinds, is that the lingerie look they all appreciate most is my lingerie scattered around the floor of the room! That is not to say men don't appreciate pretty under-things or our efforts to be sexy....but it seems to be more important to us women. And yes, true to form, I do love my frilly girl things. They do make me feel sexy. But I readily admit that I could acheive the same results if I were capable of FEELING sexy without the elaborate & expensive trimmings. Thanks for bringing it back to my attention that men have daunting issues to contend with too. We are all human, and the bottom line is that we ALL have self-esteem issues to deal with. Some of us are just better at coping with them. Kindness, compassion & understanding are the most important things we can practice with one another. My trick when taking a new lover, and I'm judging MYSELF as to what I imagine he is expecting to see: Use the dimmer switch to keep the light low and use candles. Low light makes everyone look pretty/handsome and petty details are deminished. It's worked so far! Our beauty (and self worth) begins in our mind.

Error! See next MsRandi post. Thanks.

Thanks everyone for sharing your thoughts, insights and links. This is such a private issue that never really gets spoken about, at least among my friends....and I thought we talked about everything until now. We've discussed shaving vs waxing vs laser, but not the details of how our coochies look in detail. My observation is, most of us women are just not satisfied with what we were blessed with in life...pussy or other wise. At least we don't appreciate our pussies right off the get go. We need to process it. Judge ourselves. Why do we do this to ourselves? I guess there was a bliss in the ignorance our elders had on the topic of sex. Back in Grandpa's day, no one was worried about how women's pussies looked. Guys were just happy to be getting some! They thought a big fur pie was just fine. Check out some old 70's & 80's porn to confirm this. Yikes! It didn't need grooming, just make sure it's clean and smells nice. Now we have yet another area to be judged on....and of course, as always, we are our own worst critics! The first time I went fur free it felt so liberating. But like so many other women have expressed, I judged myself. Is it normal? Will they like it? The most important question, Do I like it bare as the day I was born? Oh yes I do. Some of the pleasure I get comes from the pleasure it gives my guy. I enjoy it so much I am waxing it, hoping to make it perminent and have considered laser (big money...I think I will need to be "gifted" those treatments : ) Love yourself. Act confident and you will become confident. Every inch of you is beautiful & desirable. Own it. You're magnificent!!!!

Having never squirted before, I am thrilled to have heard your first hand account. Seen it on youPorn, and heard about them. You've made it sound achievable. My sweetie has said he thinks I have been close on several occations, but I just didn't let myself go. There may be some hesitation on my part, due to the super wetness issue. Cold damp bedding has never been a turn on for me. Nor is screwing on a pile of towels. But if I'm going to experience a fabulous squirt then I guess I'd better get over my "issues". I'll just have to make it clear to LoverMan that if this mission is accomplished he'll be on clean up duty. Or we'll just have to make a point of trying this on HIS side of the bed. LOL Gives a whole new meaning to the words, wet spot. This will be a MEGA wet spot. I'm sure it will be worth it to him : ) and me of course. PS: Where does this liquid come from. If these women are squirting a cup full, is there a bladder in there that the doctors don't know about? Actually, I know there's some gland in there, but how does it store that much liquid? Do we have the equivilant of a set of balls inside us, generating this stuff? Might this stored liquid be used as another lame excuse as to why "I'm not fat, I'm retaining water"? Ha! ....... I crack me up! Ok, but really? What's the story? Does TooTimid have a topic on squirting? I'll need to go check. Thanks for any info on where the liquid comes from & what it is.

I awake with a bit of a start. Some uncomfortable dream has released it’s hold on me. I can see through my slightly parted eyelids that it is still dark in my bedroom. I look to my right and see you are lying on your side with your back to me. Left leg pulled up toward your chest. Your arms seem to be grasping a feather pillow and your face is curled into it. How quite you are when you sleep. You are a very pleasant bedfellow to have around. Craning my head to the left to glance at the alarm on the nightstand, I see it is already 5:40am. That tends to be sleeping in for us. You frequently have the alarm set for an earlier hour. The question flashes through my mind that maybe you forgot to set it? Then again this may just be the lucky day where you have allowed yourself to sleep in. Deciding I will hedge my bets, that you meant to sleep in, I don’t want to disturb you and your peaceful slumber just yet. Although what I want to do is roll over and snuggle with you, throwing my arm over your torso, pressing my lips against your spine; kissing you all over your shoulder blades. Nope. Won’t do that at this hour. I want to let you sleep until at least 6am. So instead I just roll over onto my left side, so I can watch the clock tick-tock ‘til 6 o’clock. Press both my hands between my hot thighs to wait until 6am when I have given myself permission to disturb your sleep. 5:58, 5:59, 6 o’clock in the morning. In the past 20 minutes I have yet to feel you shift positions. Now I do; I remove my now very warm hands from between my thighs and roll over to my right side. A sleeping angel, with a devils libido. What early morning dream am I going to be disturbing? Hopefully what I am plotting will be worth awakening for………………. The room is filled with a bluish early morning glow. Because I have been lying there, adjusting my vision, I can see you clearly in the shadowy light. You’re covered only by the top sheet, which is pulled up revealing your small waist, broad shoulders and strong arms. I love to nuzzle and give small love bites on the spot where your neck and shoulders join. Geez, merely thinking about doing so gives me chills of anticipation. Funny how those same spots exist on other men but they don’t hold the same mesmerizing charm. Human beings are very complex and strange creatures aren’t we? I reach out my left hand, placing it at the top of your spine, just below your neck. My hand rests there for a few moments; you seem undisturbed by my touch. Slowly I move my hand up your neck, cupping the bottom of your skull; my fingers spreading out through your silky hair. I give the hair on your head a stimulating pull. Then another. Now I get a little bit of a moan out of you. Are you pissed that I have awakened you? Have the gentle tugs on your hair aroused you? Only time will tell, as I wait to see if you are going to mumble something to me. Nope. So I keep going. My hand then retreats back down your spine, over your neck then shoulders, moving down toward the small of your back. With even pressure my hand moves beneath the rumpled cotton summer sheet so I can feel the curve of your body change from broad shoulders down to a small waist. My hand continues down to the bottom of your tailbone. Now I must decide what my next move will be? Shall I choose to use a slightly heavier pressure as my hand moves up & over your firm left butt cheek? Or shall I let my hand continue exploring further South, between your butt cheeks & thighs, to locate those glorious satin Boyz of yours? Hmmmmm…… a tough decision indeed. Ultimately though I want to drag this thing out, so I choose to enjoy feeling the muscles of your left buttock and thigh. My left hand has experienced this familiar territory before. My palm is open & fingers spead so I can completely relish the sensations as my hand glides along your warm flesh. Up & over your beautiful butt, then heading down toward the bed to your hipbone, back to the top of your butt cheek. Then I begin the slow slide down the back of your thigh. Heavenly muscles there! As I explore I become very excited. So much so that I now need to snuggle my body closer to you, so I can get a good reach down your thighs. And heck, by now I am quite excited and the Girlz are feeling they need to press against the small of your back, which they do. Ahhhhhh.....perfection! Still on your side, my arm reaches around you, palm flattened against your left hipbone it moves downward toward the top of your thigh. Oh my, what’s this in the way? Seems Pete IS awake. Rather than acknowledge this raging hard-on my hand continues moving further down to the top of your thigh. My fingers move to the crease where your bent leg and the hipbone meet. Such soft warm skin resides there. If I weren’t into teasing myself this way I would just grab you by the hipbone and roll you over on your back so I could begin the exquisite process of kissing every inch of Slippery Pete. But no, I need to take my time. You haven’t put up any resistance, or your own effort, so I’m gonna take that as a sign that you are enjoying my treasure hunt. So my fingers explore long this smooth warm juncture of leg and hip; sliding now along the inside of that tenderloin of yours, moving downward toward your knee. My lustful mouth has spent this entire time satisfying itself, kissing, licking, biting. Brushing my lips back and forthagainst your warm skin, kissing your shoulder blades. My lips seem to have an agenda all their own. Kiss, slide, kiss, slide, nibble, kiss, slide. Ooooooooooooooo…….. I am in a world of my own sensations and desires. My pussy twitches and quivers with the excitement I am building for myself…………. As my mouth satisfies itself on your back and shoulder blades, my left hand is now moving back up the inside of your soft thigh. Oh yes, the boys are resting there. Long and loose and hot against the sheets, just the way I like them. My warm fingers move up to cup them ever so gently. I lovingly fondle your Boyz giving them each a few playful moments. The silky globes give me such pleasure! My fingers, and mouth, are now both ready for something more substantial. Now I raise myself up on my right elbow, pushing back enough to give us both some space on the bed. You are gloriously hard and I can't wait another second to roll you over! You do not resist. Hmmmmm….. it's seems that during my sexual exploratory you haven’t made a move or a peep? Then again maybe you were making a peep but I was so into my own world that I just hadn’t heard you resisting. I certainly have been in my own little world. Oh my. there is Slippery Pete and the Boyz in all their glory. Gee, where do I begin? I feel like a kid at Christmas. I rise up on my knees to straddle you, hovering above you. Running my warm erect nipples over your stiff mast, up across your flat belly & then your chest—where they finally brush back and forth & in circles around your own chest & nipples. You pull the girlz up to your face where you suckle each; rolling the gorgeous rose buds around with your tongue and nibbling them. While you do so I kiss your forehead & hairline; running my fingers through the thick silky hair at the nape of your neck. Pulling your hair as my ecstacy grows. OMG, I think I am cumming right now! I take a moment to stop and nuzzle your ears. Kisses and hot breath circling and enjoying the curves of this sexy piece of cartilage with my tongue and lips. Kisses down your neck and to that favorite spot of mine where neck meets shoulder. I kiss it; lick it; give it a wee bite. At that I think I feel my pussy actually gush some juice. I am driving myself wild…..and with any luck you too. I pull away from your ears and neck as I begin kissing down the center of your chest. I repeat in reverse, the path my nipples made just a few minutes ago on there way up your body. This time my lips and nipples are marching their way down your chest, flat stomach and over your throbbing hot cock. Your cock is so stiff that I can barely get my breast to navigate over it....but I manage. My breasts come to rest on the tops of your thighs as my mouth parks on the bulbous head of your cock. My hot wet tongue teasingly flicks over and around the ridge of deliciously smooth flesh. My soft moist lips are a perfect compliment in texture. To be continued....... by Ms Randi Nite

Thanks everyone for all the encouragement & warm welcome! It's nice to know there are so many others who are boomers too. I appreciate you making yourselves known. I'm excited about participating through both the forum topics and blog area (I'm so proud of myself for figuring out how to set up a blog for the first time....harder than I thought, but I'm not computer savvy in any way). Thanks to all of you for helping me on my mission to shake up my life on many different levels. The entire Too Timid community is a real blessing. Oh, and as for my having any of the physical menopausal problems, not yet thank God. I'm sure my day is coming sooner than I'd like. Some of my gal pals are beginning to go through it, and I know they would love to have a place to learn/share resources. They are going through the mid-life hornies yet have to contend with the negative aspects (needing lube all the time, moodiness, hot flashes & night sweats, etc.) I look forward to fully participating in all aspects of the community while learning and sharing. Blessings to you all.

Oooops! This entry is a mistake. Don't know how I created it. Please see the next one. (Now you can see why I'm so proud of having gotten the blog up and running ) This community allows me to learn & grow in lots of areas!

I love this idea of hearing about odd places our members have had a "Quicky" (or longer...but odd places generally require ecomomy of to time, am I right? LOL ) A great way to get ideas to try ourselves, so I'm on board for this contest. My own contest idea, "Have you ever been "busted" having sex somewhere? If so, by whom? parents? partner?, work collegues?, church staff? airline crew? cab driver? etc. What happened? I think we all have. I have several myself and it might be difficult for me to decide which one is the best to submit!

Today I flew the return portion of my weekend get-away. I am probably the only person on this planet who raves about how wonderful air travel is. My point being, if I had needed to drive the same distance it would have taken days in each direction. The trip never would have happened. Sure, I'll admit that it sucks being crammed into a tiny seat with no legroom. Flying today is more akin to being herded into a cattle car than a pleasant journey-- BUT compared to driving, the maximum time spent in such an uncomfortable position is relatively short. And gas prices what they are, airline travel is still a deal and great option for adventures of long distance but short duration. Besides, I'm more than a bit of a princess who loves being waited on hand and foot. It brings me great pleasure to sit and have people bring me things. I make a point of enjoying as much of life as I can. Attempting to enjoy even the little treats in life. I'll sit in my tiny seat reading a book, watching a movie, dinking on my computer, looking at the world going by below-- while people bring me snacks, beverages & movie headsets. Sure, I'm crammed into a seat with total strangers, but one of them may be a total stud who will be a feast for a fantasy during my "alone" time. And of course there have been many real life meetings while in flight, so there's always hope for that too. Life is good! So today I sat in my tiny center seat remembering the good old days when a couple could discreetly join "The Mile High Club" (30k feet = 1 mile, which is maximum cruising altitude for long haul flights). It was possible to join either in your seat or in the lavatory (or if you were flight crew, anywhere on the aircraft....and I've heard great stories which I may elaborate on in another blog). Antics in the seat were more of a challenge to pull off, except on the overnight international flights when the flight attendants were killing time in the galleys—not walking the aisles. If you planned your trip right, there were times of the year when the flights were so empty that you could get the entire center section of 4 or 5 seats to yourself on a wide body flight. As good as a bed. Oo-la-la!! The other option, sex in the lav, was also easier to accomplish at night, but could be pulled off during the daytime flights too if the flights were lightly booked and you timed your moves right. These days though, with all the heightened security involved, it’s pretty much impossible to have 2 people anywhere near a lav @ the same time. As for attempting any hanky-panky in the seats themselves, well Southwest has pressed charges against a couple on their flight who they claim they caught doing something (a blow job? I’m unsure. I think I heard that her head was in his lap....under a blanket?). During 20 years with a major international airline, I was privy to some pretty funny true stories of what has gone on during flights prior to 9-11. One of the funniest was a gal getting drunk in international business class, stripping down in the lav, then “streaking” the cabin while flight attendants chased her with blankets. I've heard first hand accounts of flight attendants going down into the lower galley of a DC10, jamming the elevator door open so it wouldn't move while they joined The Club in total privacy (and much nicer environment than an aircraft lavatory!). Joining The Mile High Club was something I did for the first time on an overnight flight to Paris. My boyfriend of the time cashed in his airline miles for 2 business class seats. He laid out a plan: he would go into the lav first, leaving the door unlocked & I would join him a few seconds later. At that time it was possible to be much more discreet to be able to pull it off. Remember that back before 9-11 there were cabin curtains separating the different cabins from one another (first to business class, business to coach class). It kept the people in the elite cabins away from the riff-raff in coach. Anyway, on the wide body international aircraft, there was a curtain on both sides of the lavs. One to keep the lav light from bothering the people in the seats while they were trying to sleep. The other curtain was between the lav & the flight attendants galley. This meant that neither the flight crew in the galley, or the customers in business class, could see the door to the lav. Of course if anyone on either side of the curtains were to be paying attention to what was moving around, they would know 2 people went in. If anyone did notice, they certainly didn’t make it known to us. Of course it helped that it was an overnight flight, so everyone on board was trying to sleep, or at least rest during our middle of the night rendezvous. Today anyone who is attempting to join The Club has a much bigger problem of pulling it off. And the consequences for getting caught are actually punishable with a police escort waiting for you at the end of your flight! Maybe news crews too, if you're unlucky enough to be caught on a really slow news day. If we wish to join The Club now, it seems we may need to lease our own plane. Or maybe lowering the qualifications of joining The Club to a simple hand job beneath a jacket or blanket. But a hand job doesn't really qualify as sex to most people, unless the recipient is a political appointee or a priest, am I right? Ms Randi Nite

Yippee! My package of Too Timid purchases arrived today. It is all I can do to keep from ripping it open to check out all the goodies. I feel like a kid at Christmas, waiting for my Sweetie to arrive so we can open it together. What fun! It is packed full of my first anal toys, vibrators and lubes to try. I would like to thank everyone here in the community for all the wonderful educational advice, as well as describing your personal experiences (& questions), because I am naturally a tad nervous. This is a long awaited new sexual adventure for me. Luckily my Sweetie has prior experience, so it’s not two virgins attempting this, which calms my nerves a bit. My Sweetie’s excitement about moving to this dimension in our sexual experience has built MY excitement! The thing calming my mind the most though is all the wonderful information on Anal Avenue which give me the courage to face my doubts to give this a try. Thanks for being here for me! This is a great site.

Hello everyone! What a great find, the Too Timid store and community. This is the first community I've ever been involved with and I'm looking forward to learning and sharing. I also want to apologize up front if I do something wrong while replying or whatever. It seems sort of overwhelming as a newbie to figure out what all the buttons are for and how to use them. I have managed to make myself a blog page, so that's exciting! I'm not sure what all I will post there though. I guess it will grow and evolve like I'm doing now! I haven't done too much snooping around yet, but I am interested in knowing whether there are any other members in my "Boomer" age range on this site? Actually, I know there are a few in their 40's because I saw a few as I scanned the membership pages. Being that all my friends are going through a mid-life sexual re-awakening we seem to have issues which are different from the under 40 crowd. Some of the issues involved are, we are rarin' to go but our same age partners are starting loose interest (if not actual ability, oh no!!!). Then of course we have a few hormonal issues which are not the same as what the younger gals on here might have. Ours has to do with dryness & hot flashes, or mood swings, dating younger men?;getting our older men to try something new--or try something at all! While the under 40 women are dealing with dating & sex in general, as well as maybe pms, birth control, etc. I imagine some of us with "elders wisdom" might be able to add a bit to the mix here. But rather than thinking I have much too offer, I am really looking forward to hearing what the young members among us have to say. I expect that those younger wilder & more liberated (than me) members will keep me young in my attitudes & ideas, getting me thinking outside the box....no pun intended So, if there is already a specific area where members over 40 can chat about these topics? If not, would the administrators be open to starting one?

Hi, I'm new here too. I'm glad to find that you are more my age and having similar experience with very exciting mid-life sexual re-awakening. My prior marriage of nearly 10 years was like yours. Little to no sex. I finally decided that I am just too damned young and sexual to waste another day of my life in a half-baked relationship. There were lots of good/great things about the marriage, but not having any sort of sexual intimacy made the entire thing feel like a sham. On an intellectual level I know that is shallow, but on an emotional level it seemed so disingenuous. So I left and have spent the past 3 years (safely) enjoying myself like I have never done before in my life. For me, I find the biggest issue with guys my own age is that they can't keep up with me! It seems I need to start dating younger men, and that is a mental hurdle all it's own. LOL I'll save more of that rant on my Ms Randi's blog site! Anyway, welcome, and I hope to get to share more of our experiences on this site. I haven't checked it out yet, but maybe there is a need for an area dedicated to us Cougars (or are we Panthers? I'm lost on all that ) Our age group may have some issues and concerns our young counterparts do not. I look forward to chatting with you and others here in the near future.

Here's today's ramblings......... Years ago, way back in the dark ages (1980), the only places to go to get sex toys were seedy, awful parts of town. Peep shows and weirdos. Well, actually there were at home parties too. My gal pals and I called'em Fuckerware parties, because it really was the old fashioned Avon/Tupperware/Mary Kay party idea. The rep would bring a Santa's sack stuffed full of wispy clothing--err, if you can call it clothing. Maybe "welcome signs" would be a better word, LOL. Putting on a piece of smut-wear would ensure that The King of the Castle knew that his Royal Majesty was ready for some action tonight. Well nothing has changed there. Slipping into a little bit o'nothin' always sets the tone for some frolicking. Anywhoo, she had all the latest dildos from Japan (the originals actually did have to look like creatures, with little faces and all, because in Japan this stuff was illegal to sell as a sex toy...so you had a little rabbit face actually staring up at you and the clit stimulator looked like his hands holding a carrot....I'm not kidding!). Lotions, potions, crotchless panties; the works. Between parties though, where would you go to find something like that? Fredrick's of Hollywood & Miss Vicky (Victoria's Secret) had the lingerie, but not the hard goods....so to speak. So, back before Too Timid . com, my girlfriend & I decided that we would formulate a plan to go check out what was behind the door of the local sex shop. We thought it would be fun to dress the part of someone who didn't want to be recognized going into & out of such a grungy place. Both of us dressed in trench coats & dark glasses. We would have worn wigs too, if we'd had them. It was a hoot! I think we had lunch first, and got nicely plastered before shopping. The threshold of the store was a mirrored door. Oh great, we get to see ourselves going into this forbidden realm. One way mirroring I'm sure, so the clerk could get a look @ who was coming into the shop (weirdoes, perv's, bikers & general trouble makers) without the customers being any the wiser about it. Anyway, it soon became apparent that we needed to take off the sunglasses or we weren't going to be able to see what we came for. Those stores, with peep shows in the back of the store, did not have bright lights for shopping the racks, if you get my drift. We removed our shades and began shopping in earnest. It was a cornucopia of the most bazaar things I could imagine. Just couldn't wrap my young Midwestern brain around WHAT someone would use some of those leather straps for? Who would need a 4 foot long, 12 inch around dildo, and if they did need it, what in God name would they DO with it?!!! Because of all the extreme things we saw lining the walls at the front of the store it didn't take long for the two of us to feel right at home looking over the "normal" toys hanging in plastic packs along the back wall and aisle shelves. Laughing and joking about what we thought things were for and attempting to educate one another. It was the blind leading the blind! At the end of the experience I believe we both came away with a toy or two, some novelty condoms, lotions and potions. Nothing too exciting by today's standards, but it was a start. We'd faced our fears of the unknown and lived to tell about it! And of course, we shared our stash with our very pleased partners. We were branded as wild ones from then on. Boy have times changed!!! The sex super stores are right in the middle of the hottest nightlife areas of town (as they should be). The huge front windows are hung with beautiful displays of all kinds of sexy tee shirts & sexy-wear for him and her. The lights are bright and the music is exciting. The sales people are young, hip and knowledgeable. I'd compare it to Downtown Disney for cryin' out loud! What a wonderful shift. Then of course there is the benefit of shopping online, like here @ TooTimid. It is such a pleasure to read the reviews, to see what people are saying about all the different products. You just can't tell by looking at an object whether it will produce the desired response. As with all online reviews, there is always a chance of someone having an agenda (errr....like selling more merchandise : ) So would they ever write/permit a bad review? Honestly though, it was apparent that there are reviews of things rating a mere 2, 3 or 4, so it they seem pretty genuine. We really need to count ourselves lucky that we live in a time when all this freedom is available to us. Others might say that we're all going to hell in a handbasket with all this debauchery. For me, sexually satisfied & liberated people are HAPPY, less stress filled people; that only serves to make the world a nicer place. Don't you think? Go forth and be HAPPY people! Ms Randi Nite