*&%*#+*%^*......Unwanted Houseguest......Please Leave!!!!
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Posted:Mar 19, 2009 11:48 am
Last Updated:Mar 24, 2009 3:18 am
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I really really hate having a long term house guest . They mess up your routine, keep you from running around the house naked, and just in general screw up your life. It's even worse when he is your soon to be ex brother-in-law and you just don't know quite how to tell him to "Get the f**k out"!!!! He eats, sleeps and watches TV and nothing else. Will not help in the house or the yard, hasn't given me 1 red cent for groceries or lights and stays up all damn night and I have to get up at 4am most mornings . My sister is shacked up with another man so she can't let him stay there while he is looking for a job and he thinks he is to good for most jobs so I am under the gun over here!! What to do?? HELP!!! Any suggestions on my predicament??? 
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Kudos And Bling Bling.......My Explanation
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Posted:Mar 10, 2009 7:01 pm
Last Updated:Mar 14, 2009 6:28 am
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[/COLOR I look on my profile sometimes and I see someone has given me Kudos or some great bling bling because they like what they see, read or like the bling bling I gave them. I had one person ask me what the big deal is about giving and recieving these two things as she just didn't get the idea of the fun stuff on here . You see alot of profiles with no pics, no personal info, just the bare bones, "Hi. I am looking for a f**k. Wanna do me?" I know, I know! It IS a sex site but if you want a person to notice you and take time to read your profile, you have to put some effort into it, say some personality? Now I didn't say live on the site just jazz it up a bit, like a pic is nice, any pic to put to a personal ad, and that is basically what we are doing on here right? Right? Our profiles are just one big ad to meet other folks to have a good time with and the Kudos and Bling Bling are other peoples way of appreciating your efforts at advertising yourself! So, I like the Kudos and the Bling Bling and I ain't afraid to say "Gimme, gimme, gimme, I likee." And the profile itself, if you fill it out, says a lot about who you are and what youwant and these, "I prefer not to says" just make me go right on by you like a mad hatter on dope my friend! . Hope my friend is reading this, she might Bling my ass . CYA   
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Holding My Breathe
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Posted:Mar 1, 2009 8:02 am
Last Updated:Mar 2, 2009 10:45 am
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[/COLOR It's coming down to the crunch time in the logging business, who stays and who goes! As I wrote earlier my crowd and I are traveling almost 3 hours to keep working and now one of the biggest papermills is lowering the boom. The big W let 5 loggers go Friday south of the river and this coming week 5 north of the river will be permantly unemployed. Half of the Mills in NC are on half work schedules or are just simply closing their doors for an unspecified length of time, no wood going out, no wood coming in. The chip mills are working the same way. layoffs, chip wagons up for sale, and drivers scrambling to find anything to haul to keep them out of that long unemployment line. I have seen some rough waters under the bridge in the logging industry but damn if this isn't a complete wreck that is reaching into everyone's back yard! My partner of 15 years was layed off Friday until further notice so there will be alot of belt tightening going on around my neck of the woods, those little luxeries will have to take a back seat for awhile. Reckon I will be seen a lot less around the chatroom cause ole Dirty is gonna have to do some of those 18 hour days to keep this boat floating down in Trenton! CYA 
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Is It Charity Or A Helping Hand?
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Posted:Feb 22, 2009 7:15 pm
Last Updated:Feb 23, 2009 4:49 am
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[/COLOR One of my neighbors has 4 and is a single Momma, so I can only imagine how hard it is right now in todays economy to make ends touch more the less meet . I heard my Boss mans wife talking about the folks that they was working up food baskets for that was members of the church where they go to Sunday services and my neighbors name came up so I just sat back and listened to the conversation which went something like this. Mrs B said that this week would be the third time that she would try to drop a basket off and hoped MissD would take it instead of telling her she didn't need or want anyones charity or pity. Well Mrs. A said that some folks just weren't raised up well enough to accept a helping hand when times got hard and didn't understand the concept of neighbors helping neighbors. Then Mrs. B answered that she didn't think that Miss D was from the southern states and she had different notions of what was charity and what was help from honest, caring, God fearing folks like them. Well, a few days passed and I was going to the mailbox and seen my neighbor putting a cardboard box on the ground near the trash can by her mailbox. I hollered over to her and asked her if the post office was having another canned food drive cause I always try to give some for the food bank in town, ya know what I'm talking bout here I'm sure, and she hollered back, "No, that's just charity s**t from the church." You know, If she hadn't had all them younguns I probably would have kept my mouth shut but Damn! 4 younguns and 2 still in diapers? I went for broke and walked up to her mailbox and looked in the box. Fresh apples and oranges, bout 10 cans of veggies, half gallon of whole milk, a whole roast, and some red taters was in that box! I looked up from the box and saw her standing there looking at me with a nasty glare. I looked her right in the eye and said, "Them need food like this to grow up healthy and strong." "Ain't no sense in cutting your nose off and your doing without for spite cause you think them church women look down on you." "It ain't charity, it's a helping hand till things get better, that's all." I wished her a good day with a heavy heart thinking maybe Mrs A was right and also thinking that folks would never understand the generosity of the Southern people I called friends. As I turned into my driveway, I saw Miss D looking down at the box full of food. I sure hope she picked it up and made herself and her younguns a fine meal and realized that we all need a helping hand some times and that her pride ain't worth her younguns well being.
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Need A Vacation Plan....HELP!!!
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Posted:Jan 29, 2009 4:26 am
Last Updated:Feb 17, 2009 7:05 pm
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[/COLOR Thinking about my summer vacation and can't make my mind up....San Francisco? Dallas? Gorgeous Georgia? Decisions!!! Decisions!!! I love the water so I am leaning towards Frisco but I do love Augusta and Savannah, all that Southern charm is hard to turn down, lol. Done the Hawaii thing, was nice. Rio and Jamaica were sweet too but by the time the traveling to it is over you damn near wore out already  . What's the best vacation you ever took?? Yall give me some ideas. I need to get on with my plan, lol. Give something to look forward to. 
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What's Your Problem? It's My PocketBook!!!
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Posted:Jan 24, 2009 7:40 am
Last Updated:May 24, 2024 10:51 pm
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[/COLOR I know we women seem to have an addiction called pocketbookitis and men seem to have a huge problem with this natural form of Female expression!. Now a pocket book is more than a small movable suitcase to us women, Oh yes it is. A pocket book can be used as a sign of marking our territory off, such as putting the spoken about baggage in the seat next to us to warn off other critters and wanna be pests,ie, loose women next to our men or a seedy looking man on the make for God knows what. Our Long strappy baggage is used as our home away from home office, ie, "Honey, I forgot my wallet. Do you have the checkbook with you?" "Mom! He said I wasn't tall enough for this ride!" Out comes in the blink of an eye a calculator, pen, checkbook, and your last physical with his height on it in big bold numbers.Uh huh! Saved by the suitcase again and everybody is happy. Now for us single women that inevitable piece of baggage takes on a whole new meaning  . When we tote that little hand held clutch thingy, it means we a free to do what we want, ie, "Bartender? Would you mind putting my itty bitty bag in the corner there so I can dance my little Red high heels off Darling?" or if we decide to go wild with the tall, dark, handsome hunk looking across the room the lipstick and comb are all I need to look respectable when I slip out to go home in the morning. But that small hand held piece of baggage can also convey our elegant, sophisticated side, ie, "I want this promotion so this beaded bag with my clingy shimmery dress will get me noticed by the boss and then I will hit him with my intelligence!" WHAM-BAM!!! Got his eye and his mind!!! Then there are the satchels we use for protection, you know the ones I am talking about, Look like we have the house stuffed in them and they weigh as much as a ton of bricks. If some one comes walking by looking shifty, looks at you wrong you use those workouts to hoist it in the air and swing it like a Louisville slugger going for the home run my friend! Beat them damn near senseless with it, at least till the po-po gets there. So Ladies, don't worry about the snide comments and the looks you get about your mobile suitcase! We know that what's in our pocketbooks will save someone, somewhere on any given day. HAIL TO THE POCKETBOOK!!!!
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The Yellow Brick Road
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Posted:Jan 21, 2009 6:27 am
Last Updated:Feb 21, 2009 4:09 am
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[/COLOR Don't walk behind me....I may get lost and stray from the road. Don't walk in front of me....I want to see the journey first hand. Let's stroll down the Yellow brick road together so we can make some unforgettable memories and see the wonders of living like never before. Don't not talk to me....I may have something important to say. Don't shout from afar....I might not hear you and miss a once in a life time moment. We can always talk to each other about anything and Do whisper your secrets as I will mine. Don't ask me to be something I am not....I am a unique and one of a kind person. Do not impose your will on me.... I may run away through fear and anger. As we stroll together we can combine ourselves to live a fuller and richer life with two different opinions and perspectives that will ultimately help us in the long run home. Don't make me feel left out....Human nature will make me seek solace elsewhere....Don't constantly use our differences to make a point....I may withdraw from the life we have tried to make together. Opposites will always attract each other so a combination of us will mean that life will never be dull and we will always learn something new and worthwhile. Don't leave me guessing....I may guess wrong and invite your displeasure. Don't hide the map....Sometimes my compass gets stuck. If you want to go West and I want to go East, let's just veer a bit and and see where we end up but always on the same page together. Don't forget to touch me....If you do I will be lonesome and wander aimlessly. Don't hold back your feelings....Showing me how you feel makes me shine from the inside out. The Yellow brick road is waiting outside the door. Would you like to join me on it?
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The Healthy Concentration Camp..........Uh Huh!!!!!
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Posted:Jan 19, 2009 7:14 am
Last Updated:Jan 23, 2009 11:25 am
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[/COLOR I eat so much Quaker oatmeal I have my very own secret number to the damn main office. I eat enough Special K cereal so that I can use it as a tax write-off for a dinner account and I am thinking about getting a K tattooed on my forehead to boot. I eat Flax seed in my bread for the ticker and walnuts for the Omega 3 stuff that with the fish oil tablets is supposed to keep things flowing smoothly. I walk everyday, ride my ole stud Leroy as often as possible and do those light calistenics my doctor reccomends every other day. SO, tell me this, Why are there some days I feel like an out of control frieghttrain has run my ass over???? Do this! Do that! Eat this! Eat that! Do a little more of this! Take a few more of these! I have come to the conclusion that trying to stay healthy is an on going Nazi experiment with Stalling as the Doctor, Hitler as the Dietician, and Mussolini as the work out coach!!!1 of the 3 is going to be the death of me yet  
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Looking For The Light!!
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Posted:Jan 17, 2009 10:16 am
Last Updated:Jan 24, 2009 1:43 am
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[/COLOR I saw this ad in the personal section of the paper this morning....WANTED...A man who will do everything I tell him to do...Is paper trained...Has a fat wallet...A great job... Will take me to places I have never been...Doesn't want or have ...And will let me play with new friends anytime I want to! Now that was what she was looking for. Here is her description of herself which will scare 99% of the people who read it. I am a 5ft4 brunette with large melons....I weigh 200 pounds but have a dancers build.HUH? Did I read that right?. I decide my daily activities by what my horoscope tells me to do....Have no time for and animals....Loves to flirt with other men....Am a shopaholic and NEED my own credit card...I am a great catch for any man!! Alrighty then. I don't claim to be a rocket scientist or any kind of genius but who in their right damn mind would think that this woman is a great catch?? . She decides her life by a horrorscope, and yes I meant to spell it like that, Has no tolerance for animals or and wants to flirt, yeah right with other men and is a shopaholic to boot??? Am I so old-fashioned that I think this woman is a fruitcake or is this what men really want? Somebody help me see the light cause I think my bulb blew when I opened the paper this morning!!!
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There Goes The Neighborhood....DAMN!!!
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Posted:Jan 15, 2009 9:35 am
Last Updated:Jan 15, 2009 10:20 pm
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[/COLOR I decided I wanted a game of pool and a cold Corona, so I grabbed my coat and headed down to one of my favorite little dives that I usually only visit during the summer when I scratch out a weekend at the beach. It's a jumping little place, with a live band most nights and a "Come As You Are" dress code, shoes optional with all the beaches around, lol. Well, like I said I hadn't been here since the summer so imagine my shock when I pulled in and didn't even recognize the place. All the bikes were parked in this one spot instead of spread out as usual and the cars were def on the expensive side, a couple of Caddies, a few Mrecedes, and even a Jag parked out front. At least I was dressed nice enough to get through the front door, or I hoped I was  . I walked up on the porch and opened the door to a guy in a damn suit jacket and a tie. I blinked for a minute and then said, "Is this the same place I came to last summer?" This dude looked at me and said, "Is that you Blondie?" I looked hard at him before I finally figuered out who it was. Holy Shit!!!!. It was David who used to be the weekend beer bar slider when the good bands were in town. You got to understand that the last time I saw him he was wearing cut off jeans, a muscle shirt, a stud in his nose, and hair down his back and drove the loudest damn NightTrain I ever heard . Now he had short hair clean shaved and was wearing some mighty fine clothes and saying, "Good Evening Maam". I asked him what in the hell had happened to my beach front dive joint while I kept trying to assimulate what I was seeing as my old friend turned Door man, lol. He went on to tell me that some developers had bought Captain D's old eating place and turned it into a Planet Rock cafe for the younger people then turned around and offered old Smitty a small fortune for The Dive, and YES, that was the name of the place, and he took it and retired down in Florida right after beach season was over. Well, I looked at him and said,"I really ain't gonna fit in with this new crowd am I Davie?" He just looked at me for a minute then said,"Blondie? The neighborhood has gone to shit Sweetheart!" Time to find me a new hang out place without the Yuppies and the rich folk cause I got to chug-a-lug a mug of BudWeiser beer than a crystal glass of wine. 
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! Just realized that, lol. I reckon I am here to stay so I will blow my own horn....Toot Toot, lmao.
. Barely get a chance to chat with my friends and haven't answered my mail in 2 weeks. No wonder I am getting all these spankings and frowns, lmao. The wood business is getting tough and to keep working we have to go where the work is and right now that's about a 2 hour drive from home but like everyone else I have to pay my bills and eat so I just do the suck it up and shut up thing like the best of them do when the going gets tough
. I am just down right happy I have a job to go to right now cause every time I turn the radio or TV on I see where more people have been layed off and another business has closed its doors.
. CYA
