Saturday, May 3, 2008

LifeLock.com: Protect Your Identity

I've often joked that if any thief tapped into my accounts they would feel the urge to put money INTO them. While I like to still think that's true - I admit that this identity theft crap has me a bit concerned and somewhat angered! I am concerned because it's too easy for folk to get into my private affair$ and angered because it's too easy to get all into my bu$ine$$! After one of my girls got her identity stolen I immediately ran out and got a shredder, I check my bills closely and I sign the back of my cards: Ask for ID. But is that enough to lock in protection? You know I can count the times that a sales person asks for my ID, right? And then, what about paying at machines where no one is there to check an ID?

So, the other day I was listening to Michael Baisden and he urged his listeners to check their credit to make sure no one is tampering with it. He also mentioned and highly recommended the service: LifeLock.com. I admit, I'm still on the fence and need to check my credit reports - but I'll be doing it sooner rather than later. Cuz what really concerns me is not the fact that thieves will use my existing cards, these bonsofsitches will open new shyt using my name. Hey, if I can't go out and have a grand ol' time -- the credit bureaus bettah NOT let anyone else have a good time in my name! So, you may wanna check out what folk are saying about LifeLock in their reviews. I know I will be!

Saturday, March 17, 2007

I. Love. Watching. YOU.

I like the smooth sincerity on your face.
I want to reach out and feel its velvety softness as I stroke your five o'clock shadow.
I like the slight huskiness I heard in your brief utterance of, "Uh, okay."
I want to hear you breathe huskiness down my throat.
I like the way effort puts sweat on your brow and upper lip.
I want to taste the salt of your earth.
I like your quick glances my way.
I want to enjoy a long, lingering look into the depths of you.
I like your big hands with long fingers, thick, squared, without rings.
I want to feel them resting at the small of my back.
I like the way you bounce on your toes when you walk by.
I want to stroll with you along an avenue, in a park, down an aisle.
I like the way your eyes slide toward me, surreptitiously.
I want to see ... more of you...with me.

You. are. another. incentive. to return...

...to the gym...once again.

C.A.Paige © 2007

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