Miss Stephanie

Sam Shepherd, Sr.
December 17, 1936 - December 15, 2006

Fathers seldom say "I love you"
Though the feeling's always there,
But somehow those three little words
Are the hardest ones to share.

And fathers say "I love you"
In ways that words can't match -
With tender bedtime stories -
Or a friendly game of catch!

You can see the words "I love you"
In a father's boyish eyes
When he runs home, all excited,
With a poorly wrapped surprise.

A father says "I love you"
With his strong helping hands -
With a smile when you're in trouble
With the way he understands.

He says "I love you" haltingly,
With awkward tenderness -
(It's hard to help a four-year-old
into a party dress!)

He speaks his love unselfishly
By giving all he can
To make some secret dream come true,
Or follow through a plan.

A father's seldom-spoken love
Sounds clearly through the years -
Sometimes in peals of laughter,
Sometimes through happy tears.

Perhaps they have to speak their love
In a fashion all their own.
Because the love that fathers feel
Is too big for words alone!

~ Author Unknown ~

Rest in peace, Papa. You'll be missed. We love you.
Miss Stephanie
Miss Stephanie

Dear Miss Stephanie,

I _____ you. You have a nice _____. You make me _____. You should _____. Someday I will _____. You + me = _____. We should _____. If I saw you now I'd _____. I would build a _____ just for you. If I could sing you any song it would be _____. If I could I'd give you _____. We could _____ under the stars.

Love, __________

(P.S. __________.)
Miss Stephanie


Waterbugs and Dragonflies

by Doris Stickney

Down below the surface of a quiet pond lived a little colony of water bugs. They were a happy colony, living far away from the sun. For many months they were very busy, scurrying over the soft mud on the bottom of the pond. They did notice that every once in awhile one of their colony seemed to lose interest in going about. Clinging to the stem of a pond lily it gradually moved out of sight and was seen no more.

"Look!" said one of the water bugs to another. "One of our colony is climbing up the lily stalk. Where do you think she is going?" Up, up, up it slowly went....Even as they watched, the water bug disappeared from sight. Its friends waited and waited but it didn’t return...

"That’s funny!" said one water bug to another. "Wasn’t she happy here?" asked a second... "Where do you suppose she went?" wondered a third.

No one had an answer. They were greatly puzzled. Finally one of the water bugs, a leader in the colony, gathered its friends together. "I have an idea". The next one of us who climbs up the lily stalk must promise to come back and tell us where he or she went and why."

"We promise," they said solemnly.

One spring day, not long after, the very water bug who had suggested the plan found himself climbing up the lily stalk. Up, up, up, he went. Before he knew what was happening, he had broke through the surface of the water and fallen onto the broad, green lily pad above.

When he awoke, he looked about with surprise. He couldn’t believe what he saw. A startling change had come to his old body. His movement revealed four silver wings and a long tail. Even as he struggled, he felt an impulse to move his wings...The warmth of the sun soon dried the moisture from the new body. He moved his wings again and suddenly found himself up above the water. He had become a dragonfly!!

Swooping and dipping in great curves, he flew through the air. He felt exhilarated in the new atmosphere. By and by the new dragonfly lighted happily on a lily pad to rest. Then it was that he chanced to look below to the bottom of the pond. Why, he was right above his old friends, the water bugs! There they were scurrying around, just as he had been doing some time before.

The dragonfly remembered the promise: "The next one of us who climbs up the lily stalk will come back and tell where he or she went and why." Without thinking, the dragonfly darted down. Suddenly he hit the surface of the water and bounced away. Now that he was a dragonfly, he could no longer go into the water...

"I can’t return!" he said in dismay. "At least, I tried. But I can’t keep my promise. Even if I could go back, not one of the water bugs would know me in my new body. I guess I’ll just have to wait until they become dragonflies too. Then they’ll understand what has happened to me, and where I went."

And the dragonfly winged off happily into its wonderful new world of sun and air...
Miss Stephanie

I got my photos done Sunday by a dear friend and budding professional photographer. She's specializing in fetish and GLBT photography, and she's got serious talent. If you're local and want some pictures done, I'll give you her info! Just let me know. Meantime... ain't I sexy?
Miss Stephanie

HOW TO IMPRESS A WOMAN:
Wine her,
Dine her,
Call her,
Hug her,
Support her,
Hold her,
Surprise her,
Compliment her,
Smile at her,
Listen to her,
Laugh with her,
Cry with her,
Romance her,
Encourage her,
Believe in her,
Cuddle with her,
Shop with her,
Give her jewelry,
Buy her flowers,
Hold her hand,
Write love letters to her,
Go to the end of the Earth and back again for her.

HOW TO IMPRESS A MAN:
Show up naked ...
Bring food ...
Don't block the TV.
Miss Stephanie
Dear single submissives,

I realize that the search for the dominant of your dreams is sometimes a long, and frustratingly uphill battle. I can’t wiggle my nose and make all your fantasies materialize, leather-clad and trailing a whip, but maybe I can help you a little bit in your search. First of all, it’s really nice for a prospective partner to be able to see a photo of you. If you have a web cam, you can pretty easily have a picture. Here’s how:
  1. Start your web cam in messenger, but don’t invite anyone.
  2. Find the print-screen key on your keyboard ("prt scrn" on mine) and have your finger on it, but don’t push the button.
  3. Pose for the camera, or just sit there and look stupid, or whatever, but I suggest looking mildly attractive. *wink* Oh, and don’t point the camera at your crotch. Really. If someone wants to see a picture of your crotch, and you’re willing to show them one, let them ask for it.
  4. Hold your pose and hit that button.
  5. Open your favorite graphics/photo editing program (if you don’t have one, go to Start>Programs>Accessories>Paint).
  6. Press Ctrl+V (paste).
  7. You’ll see an image that looks just like your desktop did at the moment you pressed the button. Crop it down to just the "picture" in the web cam display window.
  8. Save the file as a jpeg image, and voilĂ ! A picture of you, ready for upload.

Secondly, an introductory email speaks better of you when you use complete sentences and are attentive to spelling, punctuation, and capitalization, etc. For example, it’s much more important to capitalize the beginning of the sentence than it is to capitalize words like "You" or "i", as some prefer to do. Where spelling is concerned, if it’s not your strong suit, use a spell-checker. I realize that some websites don’t have one built into the email interface, but you can download one that will work on almost any site. Make a point to note the places where your spelling was incorrect, and practice using the proper spellings. Punctuation is important as well, and especially when you come to the end of a sentence. Remember that this moment is your one chance to portray the expression behind your words. If you’re asking a question, for example, the recipient of your email would immediately know it, because there’s a question mark (?) at the end.

Another thing to pay attention to is your grammar. Some may argue with me on this point, but if you’re unsure, I suggest writing things just like you’d say them. If you’re more likely to say, "Me and my sister are going out to eat at 6," then write it that way. There’s no point in writing, "My sister and I are going out to eat at 6," if you’re not going to practice the same grammar when you’re actually speaking to the person. It’s obviously beneficial to be correct, but more important, in my opinion, to be real. If you want to improve your grammar, practice good grammar in your speech and your writing. If someone you’re corresponding with points out an error, make a point to absorb what you’ve learned and then put it into practice. (If someone takes the time to help you in this way, it’s nice to thank them.)

I can’t speak for your personality, play experience, or BDSM lifestyle qualifications, but I can hopefully help you better convey them to a prospective dominant. I truly wish you success in your search.

Sincerely,
Miss Stephanie

p.s. If you’re looking for a good spell-check program, I recommend one called ieSpell. It’s free, which is also nice. If you need a picture, but don’t have a digital camera, scanner, or web cam, take a snapshot of yourself to any Kinko’s location. They’ll scan it for you and put it on a disk.

Miss Stephanie




Dear Kotex

I recently noticed that the peel-off strip of my pantyliner had a bunch of "Kotex Tips for Life" on it. Annoying advice such as:

a.. Staying active during your period can relieve cramps.
b.. Avoiding caffeine may help reduce cramps and headaches.
c.. Drink 6-8 glasses of water a day to keep you hydrated and feeling fresh.
d.. Try Kotex blah blah blah other products...

Obviously the individual behind this was someone who has never possessed a functioning set of ovaries. Go ahead and tell a menstruating woman that drinking 6-8 glasses of water will help keep her feeling fresh. Like we need more fluid inside our bloated bodies from hell...but go ahead. See what happens and report back. I'll wait.

While you're at it, dump out the coffee at work and remove the chocolate from the vending machine. I garan-friggin-tee that the first responders will be females who just ovulated. This advice was some brain function of a male.... right???

Staying active will relieve headaches & cramps...well guess what, the only activity that interests me is eating...and oh...does ripping someone's head off count as a friggin activity?????

Look, females don't need or want tips for living on feminine hygiene products. Younger girls are already hearing "helpful" crap like that from their elderly relatives. Veteran females have already concocted their own recipes for survival, many containing alcohol.

Printing out shit advice while sneaking in ads for the brand that was already purchased is just plain annoying, not to mention rude, and enough to send a girl running to the Always brand. Mostly we'd like to forget that we even need these products.

It's not a fun time, but DO NOT try to cheer us up by adding smiley faces or bunnies or flowery cutesy crap to your products or the packaging. Put the shit in a plain brown wrapper so we can throw it in our carts discreetly and have it blend in among the wine and beer. There is nothing more annoying than having a blinding pink package announcing your uterine state to everyone in the store. Why don't ya just add an in store microphone to the damn package & announce that...helloooo, another female is on her damn period!!!!!

So take your tips for living and your cute bunnies & the smiley faces that need to be smacked hard, and shove them right up your ass.

Ovarily Yours,
Miss PMS

(No, I didn't write this.)
Miss Stephanie

Smoked Pot - $10
Did Acid - $5
Ever had sex at Church - $25
Woke up in the morning and did not know was next to you - $40
Met someone online - $20
Had sex with someone you met online - $25
Had sex for money - $100
Ever had sex with a Puerto Rican - $20
Vandalized something - $20
Had sex on your parents bed - $10
Beat up someone - $20
Been jumped - $10
Cross-dressed - $10
Given money to stripper - $25
Been in love with a stripper - $20
Kissed some one who's name you didn't know - $0.10
Hit on some one of the same sex, while at work - $15
Ever driven drunk - $20
Ever got drunk at work, or went to work while still drunk - $50
Used toys while having sex - $30
Got drunk, passed out and don't remember the night before - $20
Went skinny dipping - $5
Had sex in a pool - $20
Kissed someone of the same sex - $10
Had sex with someone of the same sex - $20
Cheated on your g/f or b/f - $10
Masturbated - $10
Cheated on your g/f or b/f with their relative or close friend - $20
Done oral - $5
Got oral - $5
Done / got oral in a car while it was moving - $25
Prank called the cops - $5
Stole something - $10
Had sex with someone in Jail - $25
Made a nasty home video - $15
Had a threesome - $50
Had sex in the wild - $20
Been in the same room while someone was having sex - $25
Stole something worth over more than a hundred dollars - $20
Had sex with someone 10 years older - $20
Had sex with someone under 21 and you are over 27 - $25
Cried yourself to sleep - $5
Cried during sex - $20
Been in love - $25
Been in love with two people or more at the same time - $50
Said you love someone but didn't mean it - $25
Went streaking - $5
Went streaking in broad daylight - $15
Been arrested - $5
Spent time in jail - $15
Peed in the pool - $0.50
Played spin the bottle - $5
Done something you regret - $20
Had a crush on your best friend - $5
Had sex with your best friend - $20
Had a crush on someone at work - $5
Had sex with someone you work with at work - $25
Had anal sex - $80
Lied to your mate - $5
Lied to your mate about the sex being good - $25

ADD UP EACH THING YOU HAVE DONE.
DONT FORGET TO REPOST WITH YOUR DOLLAR AMOUNT!
Miss Stephanie

This message is for all you folks out there who insist on sending me email messages that have my address in the To: field, right smack in the middle of a long list of your other contacts' names and email addresses. I'm not keen on having my email address published at random, regardless whether or not you trust the other people you're sending to, and they probably aren't, either.

You might think that it's not a big deal, but when you send a group e-mail without using BCC, it's usually not just going to be seen by the people you send it to. They will send it to their friends, and they will send it to their friends, and it goes on and on until all of those e-mail addresses get in the hands of 'evil doers.' Then our e-mail boxes get filled with tons of unwanted e-mails including those tricky e-mails designed to get your credit card number and other personal information.

As others have said many times before, treat e-mail addresses like they are private phone numbers. Don't ever give out another person's e-mail address without his or her permission. That includes filling out forms at web sites that encourage you to 'tell a friend.'

(from Your E-Mail Responsibility - Possible Truth)
I don't know most/all of the other people you sent the offending email message to, and I would prefer not to see my email address glaring at me 3 forwards deep on some piece of crapmail one day. Please don't take the fact that I sent you this personally, just learn from it. Anyone who does this to me is going to receive the same response that you're reading right now. It's important. I'm tired of spam. I still love you, I promise.

Stephanie

Use BCC field when addressing mass mail
(from Use BCC)

PLEASE READ and become a better E-mail user. This information is intended not only to make you a neater "E-mailer" but one that is more considerate and more thoughtful... Your friends will be thankful.

Would you write your friends' phone numbers on the walls of public places? If you answer no, then why would you share their private E-mail addresses with a group of strangers, many of whom will CARELESSLY forward the same addresses to even more strangers? Don't do it! Instead, use the BCC feature of your E-mail program.

BCC means Blind Carbon Copy. It is a way of addressing mail to more than one person so that everyone's address is not displayed for all to see. Every E-mail program (including the free, web-based E-mail services) allow you to address messages using BCC, in other words, to "BCC" one or more recipients. Some require that you provide at least ONE address in the TO: field. If this is the case, place YOUR OWN address in the TO: field and all your recipients' addresses in the BCC field.

WHY:
  • Using BCC protects your recipients' E-mail addresses from being spread to strangers.
  • Using BCC helps prevent SPAM (Unsolicited Commercial E-mail)
  • When using BCC, messages will be easier on your readers because they will be smaller, with fewer addresses on each message.
  • They will download faster and will use less bandwidth.
  • Using BCC shows your consideration of others by not publishing hundreds of your friends' addresses to strangers and potentially, SPAMMERS or maybe even stalkers.


How to BCC:

  • AOL does not have a dedicated BCC field. To send mail via BCC, place addresses and screen names in the CC field surrounded by parentheses. For example: (billyg@msn.com, SteveCase, lunchmeat@spam.net)
  • Outlook Express: To turn on the BCC field:
    Create a New message and
    choose View, All Headers.
  • MS-Outlook: To turn on the BCC field
    Create a New message and choose
    View, BCC.
  • Netscape Messenger: To send via BCC, type the first address, click the To: button on the left of the name and choose BCC from the drop-down list. After pressing ENTER, each subsequent address you type will be Blind Carbon Copied.
  • Lotus Notes - the BCC field is right there. Nothing to "turn on", no hoops to jump through, just use it!
  • Juno Mail - Juno versions earlier than 3.0 do not allow BCC. However with Juno 3.0, the BCC feature exists and works just like AOL. There is no dedicated BCC field. Instead, place alias/nickname, mailing list name, or e-mail address in CC field and surround entire collection in parentheses.
  • WebTV - does not have a bcc feature.
  • Most web-based email programs (such as Yahoo! Mail, Gmail, Hotmail) are intuitive enough to figure out. Something saying "BCC" is usually staring you right in the face.
Miss Stephanie
- or -
How the hell do you clean a treadmill?*

I got into bed last night and was frustrated to find that although the blanket was evenly centered on the bed, the sheet only came to the top edge of my side of the mattress, before I was under it. I said something to Napoleon about the sheet not being straight on the bed (he always fixes the covers - well, usually, anyway - before he gets into bed).

He replied, "Oh, I thought it was," (which in Napoleon-speak translates as "Oh, I'm sorry, I thought I'd gotten the sheet over far enough on the bed," or, possibly, "I really wasn't that concerned about it because I'm tired and you should stop trying to talk to me when I'm falling asleep," and I then explained the current placement of the sheet and how it was therefore insufficient coverage because I have mass, and take up space.

I quickly followed by pointing out that it was more space than I'd like to be occupying, but not enough so as to inspire my doing anything about it. But then again, I do want to do something about it, I just can't afford the Curves class I'd really like to take. I'd like to be able to exercise in an environment where neither my neighbors nor concrete come into play.

That got me thinking about exercise equipment. More specifically, a treadmill. I'd really enjoy running on a treadmill barefoot, but I don't know if they'd let me. Maybe they'd be more receptive to the idea if I offer to clean the treadmill afterward. But how the hell do you clean a treadmill?

*I think you should turn it on, spray the belt until the whole thing looks wet, then take a towel and carefully, so as not to get the towel stuck in the treadmill, wipe it on the forward end until the whole thing looks dry.
Miss Stephanie
penis is what boys have down in front
penis is the word though it seems blunt
all boys have a penis
so no matter what you've heard
remember that penis is the proper word
vulva is what girls have down below
vulva when shes naked it will show
all girls have a vulva
so no matter what you've heard
remember that vulva is the proper word
both boys and girls have breasts
each person recognizes
they're found upon our chests
and grow to different sizes
our anus is a useful thing indeed
the anus gives relief in time of need
we all have an anus
so no matter what you've heard
remember that anus is the proper word
so don't be appalled
cause that's what they're called
and each of them's a proper word

- Chris Wallace, Henry Winkler's "Strong Kids, Safe Kids
Miss Stephanie
*giggles wickedly*
Miss Stephanie

Jess and I went to PRIDE last night, watched a friend win "Pride Idol", and had a great time! We got to talk with two lesbian couples who were vendors for the festival, same ones as last year, and who I spent quite a bit of time talking to then, too. One of the couples are grandparents and these ladies have been together for over 20 years. They're adorable to see together, and still obviously love each other very much. They had their grandchildren helping at their tent, and even let them make some beaded jewelry to sell, so the kids could make a commission too. Soooo cute! I avoided the greasy carnival food this year, but I did drink more icky beer than I'd have liked, simply because it took the least amount of "drink tickets".
Went out to Babylon for a bit afterward and danced. It was a great night!
Miss Stephanie

Pocket Taser Stun Gun, a great gift for the wife...
This was submitted by a guy who purchased his lovely wife a "pocket taser" for their anniversary.
Last weekend I saw something at Larry's Pistol & Pawn Shop that sparked my interest. The occasion was our 22nd anniversary and I was looking for a little something extra for my wife, Toni. What I came across was a 100,000-volt, pocket/purse-sized taser. The effects of the taser were supposed to be short lived, with no long-term adverse affect on your assailant, allowing her adequate time to retreat to safety...WAY TOO COOL!
Long story short, I bought the device and brought it home. I loaded two triple-a batteries in the darn thing and pushed the button. Nothing!
I was disappointed. I learned, however, that if I pushed the button AND pressed it against a metal surface at the same time, I would get the blue arch of electricity darting back and forth between the prongs. Awesome!!! (Unfortunately, I have yet to explain to Toni what that burn spot is on the face of her microwave.)
Okay, so I was home alone with this new toy, thinking to myself that it couldn't be all that bad with only two triple-a batteries...right?!!!
There I sat in my recliner, my cat, Gracie, looking on intently (trusting little soul) while I was reading the directions and thinking that I really needed to try this thing out on a flesh and blood moving target. I must admit I thought about zapping Gracie (for a fraction of a second) and thought better of it. She is such a sweet cat. But, if I was going to give this thing to my wife to protect herself against a mugger, I did want some assurance that it would work as advertised. Am I wrong?
So, there I sat in a pair of shorts and a tank top with my reading glasses perched delicately on the bridge of my nose, directions in one hand, taser in another. The directions said that a one-second burst would shock and would disorient your assailant, a two-second burst would purportedly make your assailant flop on the ground like a fish out of water. Any burst longer than three seconds would be wasting the batteries. All the while, I was I'm looking at this little device measuring about 5" long, less than 3/4 inch in circumference (pretty cute, really, and loaded with two itsy, bitsy triple-a batteries) thinking to myself, "no possible way!"
What happened next is almost beyond description, but I'll do my best....
I'm sitting there alone, Gracie looking on with her head cocked to one side as if to say, "don't do it master," reasoning that a one-second burst from such a tiny little ole thing couldn't hurt all that bad...I decided to give myself a one-second burst just for the heck of it. I touched the prongs to my naked thigh, pushed the button, and HOLY MOTHER, WEAPONS OF MASS DESTRUCTION @!!rr@%!@*!!!
I'm pretty sure Jessie Ventura ran in through the side door, picked me up in the recliner, then body slammed us both on the carpet, over and over and over again. I vaguely recall waking up on my side in the fetal position, with tears in my eyes, body soaking wet, both nipples on fire, testicles nowhere to be found, with my left arm tucked under my body in the oddest position, and tingling in my legs. The cat was standing over me making meowing sounds I had never heard before, licking my face, undoubtedly thinking to herself, "do it again, do it again!"
Note: If you ever feel compelled to "mug" yourself with a taser, one note of caution, there is no such thing as a one-second burst when you zap yourself. You will not let go of that thing until it is dislodged from your hand by a violent thrashing about on the floor. A three-second burst would be considered conservative.
SON-OF-A-...THAT HURT LIKE HELL!!! A minute or so later (I can't be sure, as time was a relative thing at that point), I collected my wits (what little I had left), sat up and surveyed the landscape.
My bent reading glasses were on the mantel of the fireplace...How did they get up there???
My triceps, right thigh and both nipples were still twitching. My face felt like it had been shot up with Novocain, and my bottom lip weighed 88 lbs.....and I'm still looking for my testicles!!! I'm offering a significant reward for their safe return!!!
Miss Stephanie

Chro-magnon woman probably had a hairy chest.
Miss Stephanie
We had a great cookout/party for My son's birthday yesterday. The weather was perfect, the house was clean and shiny, and quite a few people showed up. Napoleon manned the grill and made burgers and sausages and whatnot (very yummy), the kids had a super-soaker fight, and K got some great gifts. His favorites were a new Jesse James bicycle, a soft-side pool, and a LOT of Yu-Gi-Oh cards.
Before his party, we dyed his hair black and cut him a mohawk. He looks so awesome! For those of you connected enough to see pictures of him, I'll upload some birthday shots as soon as I get them back from My sister' s camera.
Yesterday was a great day.
Miss Stephanie



My brother went to the gas station a few minutes ago to get Me a soda. I'd asked him for a large fountain drink; I wanted half-and-half Pepsi and Dr. Pepper. He showed up with a 20 ounce bottle, saying, "They didn't have Pepsi on tap." He handed Me a Berries & Cream Dr. Pepper (one of My favorites). I hadn't mentioned this, he just noticed that I'd bought it several times and remembered. If your brothers are anything like Mine, you'll understand how sweet a gesture that was.
Miss Stephanie

The search for the right girl is exhausting. It's not like I'm asking a lot, really... All she has to do is be cute, love Me, and do as she's told. What's the problem?
I seem to be pretty good at finding the wrong ones, though. So far, I've found one who wanted Me to choose between her and Napoleon, one who lied at every turn, one who flaked and disappeared, one who wanted different things than I do, and one who doesn't know what the hell she wants. That last one needs to make all her personalities have a pow-wow and decide on a course of action, I tell ya whut.
There have been more, those are just the highlights.
It's kind of discouraging.
Miss Stephanie
A husband wrote the following letter for his wife and left it on the dining room table:
"To My Dear Wife, You will surely understand that I have certain needs that you, being 54 years old, can no longer satisfy. I am very happy with you and I value you as a good wife. Therefore, after reading this letter, I hope that you will not wrongly interpret the fact that I will be spending the evening with my 18 year old secretary at the Comfort Inn Hotel. Please don't be upset. I shall be home before midnight."

When the man came home late that night, he found the following letter on the dining room table:

"My Dear Husband, I received your letter and thank you for your honesty about my being 54 years old. I would like to take this opportunity to remind you that you are also 54 years old. As you know, I am a math teacher at our local college. I would like to inform you that while you read this, I will be at the Hotel Fiesta with Michael, one of my students, who is also the assistant tennis coach. He is young, virile, and like your secretary, is 18 years old. As a successful businessman who has an excellent knowledge of Math, you will understand that we are in the same situation, although with one small difference - 18 goes into 54 a lot more times than 54 goes into 18. Therefore, I will not be home until sometime tomorrow."
Miss Stephanie

(the funniest 6 minutes you'll ever see)
. o O ( Admit it, you know these moves... )
Miss Stephanie

Napoleon: Well, I did buy duct tape...
Stephanie: What are you gonna do with the duct tape?
Napoleon: Tape your hands to your head.
Stephanie: And then what?
Napoleon: Laugh. And take pictures.
Stephanie: Hot.
Miss Stephanie

"What's the point mining for nose gold if you can't share it with the townsfolk?"
- Chris Griffin