Re: My Opinion Re: the feud between you and your "Mother"
This is really long but I can't do it any other way. It's worth the time to read.
Re: Three parts
1. My reply to Jessica; also mailed to Jackii and Aaron.
2. Letter from Jessica to me "Aren't Mother's great"
3. Letter from Jackii and Aaron "On going bull shit"
Jessica,
I wish I had a Mother to fight with; she's dead and I miss her so. I'm in a quandary over the feud between you and your Mother. What is it? It's how can I be kind and honest with you both and still be a loving representative of God while being both Mother and Grandmother. Well after much thinking and chewing it over I've come to this.
I want you to understand I am not attacking you nor am I going to attack your Mother. I have the blessed gift of being able to see both sides (always!) So don't expect me to turn on your Mother, nor will I turn on you; I will just be as honest as I can be without deliberately hurting you.
Remember always, I will always love you.
First thing I have issue with is turning family in to the government authorities; i.e.. CPS.
Being a practicing Christian I take issue with anyone that does such a spiteful thing. Our loving Lord tells us not to take our fellow Christians to the governing authorities except as a last resort. He (Jesus) tells us to first confront the person we are having problems with (one on one; up close and personal). If an agreement can't be made between the two parties in the dispute, then and only then, go to the Church elders and take them (not the government) to the person we have a dispute with and try to come to an agreement.
You took the other route. You went to your Father. Come on now Jessica. Your Father and Mother have never seen eye to eye on anything. The best thing that ever came from their relationship was you. You forget the times you had to be rescued by your Aunt Robin. Your Father beat the shit out of your Mother and left you with a black eye from slamming the door in your face. But you were small, you could forget that. Your Mother can't. Her only thought was protecting you. That is why she didn't stay with him and continue being beat upon and abused.
Now the next issue:
I hear two sides on several things and they don't add up. Why? Because you are each trying to make your own sides convince the bystander to see your perspective sides as being Gospel truth. Well I have news for you. Any first year Psychology student can tell you that you both are telling the truth and are both seeing what you perceive as the only view to bee seen. But that isn't the case. There is always another view. That is from anyone on the outside looking in; and their views won't match with anyone else's either. That is why God tells us to be forgiving. (for ourselves to be forgiven) Merciful (for our own need of mercy) kind and gentle in our dealings (there's that pesky golden rule again) And as so eloquently stated in Corinthians: we are to show love to everyone (not just special people, but everyone; even those that hurt us.)
Now I'm going to tell you the same thing I told your Mother. You must do what YOU know is the RIGHT thing to do. Not what you think will please someone else or what is expected of you, but WHAT YOU KNOW IS THE RIGHT THING TO DO; NO MATTER HOW MANY TIMES YOU GET HURT (AND YOU WILL GET HURT) ALL YOU CAN DO IS WHAT IS RIGHT AND HOPE SOMEDAY THOSE THAT ARE HURTING YOU WILL ONE DAY WAKE UP. WHEN THAT DAY HAPPENS (AND IT WILL ) YOU WANT TO BE ABLE TO BE THERE AND ENJOY THE REUNION. Remember the prodigal son?
Someday you may have children of your own, and when it happens I pray you never have to go through the crap your Mother was forced to endure with hers. I pray you never have to go through the crap your Aunt Robin and Uncle Tim has gone through with theirs. And I pray you never have to go through the living nightmares I've had to endure with mine; both blood and love adopted children and grand children.
I speak from my own personal knowledge; those times are like living in hell. Wide awake and can't do a thing to stop the horror that's happening to yourself and the dear ones you love. All you can do is hope your sanity remains when it's all over and you can pick up the pieces of your respective lives and walk on proudly together into the future.
You only see your side. Try seeing the other side and see if you don't understand a little more of what SHE was going through.
Sure.... you don't like the fact that she went out and tried finding another man. But you know something. I did what your Aunt Robin wanted and now I'm alone for the rest of my life. Is that what you want for your Mother?
Or do you really think you have a right to try to steal your sister and brother from her through lies and back handed conniving, just because you miss them?
You have your own addenda Jessica, and it doesn't include being a Mother to them. You've built such a false picture of their lives that you actually believe what you are thinking.
Remember the scripture "Seek and ye shall find?"
Your looking for any reason to get them, even if it means destroying your Mother. THAT ISN'T LOVE!
You want to be a Mother; have your own babies. Just practice being a long-distance sister. Your the one that chose to leave them; not them leaving you. You could have stayed close enough for them to visit, but you chose moving hundreds of miles away. THAT WAS YOUR CHOICE. SO JUST BECAUSE YOU MOTHER ISN'T WEALTHY IS NO REASON TO PUNISH HER.
As for your wedding:
I sat and listened to your Mother cry because she didn't think you wanted her at your wedding. Then when I read your e-letter (below) and their reply (also below) I got the feeling just from your letter you didn't want her there either.
I'm going to tell you right now, I won't be there; I'm poor too, so maybe that means I get cut out of your life too. See Jasmin and Leif paid for me to go to their wedding. Which brings up another point I'm not happy with about your actions.
They offered to pay for you to go to be Jasmin's flower girl and maid of honor. You wouldn't even do that for your cousin, and you knew how badly she wanted you to be there. That was a cold shot girl. That's not how you treat family you say you love.
All in all I'm very disappointed in your actions while spouting your love for family. Hopefully someday you'll wake up and smell the coffee. Otherwise, I guess you can be ashamed of your poor country hick adopted gramma too. I've had money and I come from money people and I chose to be with real people instead of cellophane piranha people with no hearts.
Mercy originates with God. Since we are created in his image, when we show mercy we reveal godliness. Not only is God the source of mercy, but he has enabled and expects us as his creation to reflect His attributes.
As Paul reminds us, mercy is not just something for our own benefit. In fact, since sin is essentially self-centeredness, righteousness is the opposite, focusing our lives outwardly, toward God and the needs of others. Like a cup filled to overflowing, when God is merciful to us, that mercy should spill over onto other people. After all, He gave his life for us; shouldn't we give our lives to Him?
We are also reminded that God doesn't promise an easy life for believers. We will continue to have troubles and we will stumble, but we can be confident that a merciful God is always there.
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So am I Jessica, and Jackii....I hope you will be too.
I've stepped off the rat race treadmill, and am enjoying life.
~~~~~~~~~~~Letter from Jessica~~~~~~~~~~~~
From:
jessica fletcher
Re: Aren't mothers great?
Today my mother told me that she hopes that I have a horrible life and die screaming. This hurt, but in so many ways this was not surprising because she has said very hurt full things to me in the past, she once even told me that no one will ever love me because I wasn’t wroth being loved. Our conversation started with her tell me how horrible I am because I didn’t set her up a place for her to stay when she comes up for the wedding. That right there was a bit of a shock because I told her over three months ago that she had to find a place to stay (because I might still be staying with Norma) and gave her a list of relatives in the area that she could call, she called non of them and said that it’s my responsibility to take care of her when she gets up her because she’s travailing such a long distance. Well I thought by giving her the names and numbers of local relatives was helping out to be honest I didn’t really believe that she was even going to make it up here because of her financial situation and I’m not able to pay for her way up here. Well that argument turned into why “our relationship� changed. I for the first time in my life was completely honest with how I feel instead of just nodding my head and giving into what ever will make her happy. So I told her that she changed after divorcing Kevin and it was a hard adjustment to be around her because she was not the same person I knew for over ten years. I felt like at that time she had thrown up her hands and said your all on your own. So I got a job, paid the bills and became a second mother for my much needed siblings. After telling her that she admitted that she was different but all she was doing was finding “her real self�, I guess she just forgot that she had a family to take care of. I also told her that I was having a hard time getting along with her because she has continually placed my siblings in harms way, and serious repercussions have occurred because of it. I even reminded her t hat she had even thrown me out of the house because I was trying to tell her about one of her boyfriends, (which later molested my sister). But she wouldn’t listen, because she saw me as just some that was trying to ruin all of her fun. So I admitted that I did the only thing that I thought could be done to protect my brother and sister. I called my father and after telling him what was going on, him and his wife said that they would take my siblings in as their own and raise them, after that offer I turned around and called CPS. I didn’t do it because I hate my mother or “I wanted her to pay�. I did it because I really felt like my siblings lives her in extreme danger and my mother wouldn’t do anything to change it. While CPS did nothing just like my mother and my sister is now scared for the rest of her life. But my mother didn’t hear anything I said except that I was the one who called CPS, and without letting me say anything more she proclaimed that I didn’t care about my family or the repercussion of my actions, that I was being selfish and only thinking of what would be best for me. That’s when she told me that she hopes I live a horrible life and die screaming, then she hung up. I’m not really sad about losing my “relationship� with my mother because all she ever did was put me down and make me cry I cant even remember the last time I was able to talk to her without leaving with tears in my eyes, but I will dearly miss my siblings. I care so much for them and only want the best for them and that’s the number one reason I get so mad at my mom. But even before she said all of these things today she had told me prier that I wasn’t allowed to see my siblings because it was my fault for moving away and not seeing them would be my punishment. I feel like I have no right when it comes down to seeing my own siblings and now because of all of this I fear I may never see them again.
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From:
Aaron and Jackie Ireland
Re: on going bull shit
Did Jessica send you the same letter she sent out to like a hundred people about me being the monster mother of all time? She sent the letter to her sister too and when Mallaurie called her, Jessica told her she wished she had never been born if I had to be her mother. Ya, she said that. So I fired back on her without restraint to the point of how dare she write that letter to her sister and that she really truey needs mental help. Aaron got in the game too because Chris wrote me also telling me how unwelcome I was and that everytime she talks to me she crys...like what the fuck does she do to me...so anyway after Jessica telling Mallaurie that she wished I was never her mother, Aaron wrote them both....it's below...it's harsh to the point and final. When she said she would rather be dead than have me as a mom, all bets were off. I see nothing in our future ever.....Aaron's letter is below....let me know if Jessica had the balls to write to you (I can send you a copy but it was full of misquotes which strenghen her mental illness)
so here it is:
I love you and I supose there are people who say I deserve this for cutting my own mother from my life, but I never lived with that woman, she never raised me and when I tried to have a relationship with her, she ignored me. So the pollarity doesn't guilt me into speaking to that woman at all.....
You're my mom as far as I'm conserned and I love you with all my heart.
Love Jackie
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to both chris and Jessica;
you are finished in my book. First of all, Jessica, I thought you were a cool person but now I realize exactly what kind of person you truly are. When Chris kicked you out to fuck that whore, I came and got your shit and got you the fuck out of there so you could move on with your life. Then you turned around and went back to the cock sucker. Then you had the fucking balls to call Robin and tell her that I should be dating you and that you are concerned about me being around Mallaurie. Jackie has tried and tried again to make amends between you guys and I'm not going to fucking stand for it anymore. Listen and listen closely, I don't want to see you, hear from you, or anything to ever do with you ever fucking again. You have burned this bridge forever.
Now this is for Chris,
when I had the chance, I can honestly say I wish I would have wiped the floor with you and your weak ass father. You talk a big game but you don't have the balls to back it up. The only reason I didn't kick the shit out of you is because of out of respect for my children and my wife. They need me as much as I need them. In regards to what you told my wife about Jessica crying all the time, it sounds like a one sided opinion. You don't know the half of crying or the heartbreak I've seen Jackie go through because of Jessica. The cruelty and hatefulness and disrespect she has shown Jackie is unforgivable in my book. Don't show your fucking face around me or my family, and that goes for your whole fucked up blood line...
Jessica has a lot to do and say to have a relationship with her mother sister and brother. She has much to atone for. As for me, I'm through with the lot of you.
I don't want to talk to you anymore, and I have washed my hands of this whole situation. In the past there has been situations we have had to let go for the betterment of our family and it seems quite clear this has become one of them.
If you ever deciede you have the balls to confront me bring it on, I've been waiting for that moment forever.
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Paintner's Happy
Paintners will paint anything. There is no hard fast rule for a painter, like having to paint only on canvas. Paintner is a title I came up with for those of us that don't stay within the box where people like to stick us. Sure canvas is nice and the more expensive the better the paints glide over the surface, but I like turning natural things into works of art.
I've spent the day painting on conch(s), which are a form of mushroom growth that forms on trees, and turns into a solid fibrous paintable surface. They even come complete with a flat white side that takes a primer nicely. Conches have a naturally rounded base, from where they are attached to the bole of the tree. That part is a bit funky, but they can be filled in with dried moss and fitted with a flat base of felt, so they will sit on a desk or something; leaving the conch smooth on front and back sides.
Today I primed and painted 10 of these conch in sizes ranging from small fist to dinner plate size. The largest I've ever painted was 20 inches long x 12 inches high and 12 inches wide. They all have their own scenes according to the natural lumps and bumps, holes and impurities in the white surface faces. I'll probably finish them tomorrow and start on some of the drawings I did for an adult coloring book I tried to get published.
I have 72 drawings I did for the color book. No publisher wants to do a coloring book for adults. Why? I can't tell you. Even after explaining they aren't x-rated drawings, but intricate, detailed drawings any adult would enjoy coloring. With a simple box of watercolor pencils and misting with water, or finishing with a paint brush and water, and framing, adults could relax in this way; plus when finished, they'd have a framable painting they did, to hang on their own wall or give as a gift. They could feel proud to sign their name and call them their own.
Strange thing is everyone I've talked to says it is a great idea, yet no publisher will touch the project as yet. So - to heck with publishers. I can always draw more if I ever get a desk top publishing program for my computer. Meantime, I'm going to have some fun myself. I've made it for a year now, but it's been really difficult not putting color to these drawings; that's damn good for me.
So if anyone out there would like to purchase one or more of my 14 x 11 drawings to color yourself, just let me know what you want. I'm not much on portraits, people or animals, but I love landscapes and scenes or architectural designs and unusual patterns. I like the more intricate and detailed things that would take a while to do them justice.
Anyway, I've had fun even if my daughter is angry with me for not running her to the store. She said she understood, but I've called her three times, and she isn't answering her phone. LOL Poor kid. It's the first time in many many years, that I haven't been at her beckon call. Wonder if she's throwing a fit like she did when she was a kid. LOL I can just see a full grown woman laying on the floor kicking and screaming, because mom didn't do what she wanted this time. Not! Being bitchy and giving me the could shoulder... Yes! LOL That'll teach me.
Well back to the dungeon and my paints. Hope your day is/has been as much fun as mine. I've stepped off the rat race treadmill, and am enjoying life. Damn it feels good doing what I want for a change...Try it... You'll like it!
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I'm in love with the Allegany mountains all over again.
If you'd like to read a fantastic book? Read " Wish you Well" by David Baldacci.
I'm in love with the Allegany mountains all over again. Those same hills run through my home state of Ohio; where I was born and raised, both on the farm and in the city. I have and had family throughout the hills from Pennsyltucky to Flordy n'back; my best granny cum from West 'By God' Virdinia. That's the way she said it. She was the Mama of my Father; Sina Grimm/Myers The matriarch of the Pennsylvania Dutch and German side of the family.
I had a once removed granny; my Mother's step-mother kinda. Grandpa's first wife was arrested for bootleg beer during prohibition. LOL My Irish side again
Some old farmer's advice I grew up with.
*If you can't find something to do; I'll find some work for you.
*There's no reason to be bored, OR lonesome.
*Don't pee in the wind or eat yellow snow.
*Don't eat the strings of string beans unless you want to choke.
*The best place to find help is at the end of your own arm.
*Don't do anything you wouldn't want put on the front page of the news paper.
And here's some others just as good today.
*Your fences need to be horse-high, pig-tight and bull-strong.
* Keep skunks and bankers and lawyers at a distance.
* Life is simpler when you plow around the stump.
* A bumble bee is considerably faster than a John Deere tractor.
* Words that soak into your ears are whispered...not yelled.
* Meanness don't jes' happen overnight.
* Forgive your enemies. It messes up their heads.
* Do not corner something that you know is meaner than you.
* It don't take a very big person to carry a grudge.
* You cannot unsay a cruel word.
* Every path has a few puddles.
* When you wallow with pigs, expect to get dirty.
* The best sermons are lived, not preached.
* Most of the stuff people worry about ain't never gonna happen anyway.
* Don't judge folks by their relatives.
* Remember that silence is sometimes the best answer.
* Live a good, honorable life. Then when you get older and think back, you'll enjoy it a second time.
* Don't interfere with somethin' that ain't botherin' you none.
* Timing has a lot to do with the outcome of a rain dance.
* If you find yourself in a hole, the first thing to do is stop diggin'.
* Sometimes you get, and sometimes you get got.
* The biggest troublemaker you'll probably ever have to deal with watches you from the mirror every mornin'.
* Always drink upstream from the herd.
* Good judgment comes from experience, and a lotta that comes from bad judgment
* Lettin' the cat outta the bag is a whole lot easier than puttin' it back in.
* If you get to thinkin' you're a person of some influence, try orderin' somebody else's dog around.
* Live simply. Love generously. Care deeply. Speak kindly. Leave the rest to God.
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Experimental Gallery
This is an experiment due to my granddaughter saying she couldn't get through on the link I gave for pictures. So I'm trying to make a gallery of the Vegas pictures for her. If it works....Great! If not....Back to the old lab.
We'll see if it works together. LOL
Well it didn't work.
Oh, the pictures did, but I don't like the way they were overlapping everything and I don't know enough html yet to code it properly, so Jessica, sorry; you'll just have to go look at the ones I already posted.
To the rest of you I have more but I figured I'd already choked you enough on the pictures for a while. LOL
My camera is without batteries right now so, can't get any new ones till I get off my duff and go get some. I'm doing the painting thingy and don't care to drive anywhere right now. To tell you how serious I am.
My daughter Robin called me this morning wanting me to take her to the Bud's Lumber so she could get a new faucet for their sink. She said that when she flung the faucet around this morning, it fell off in her hand and squirted water all over like a fountain.
Now I had told her and Tim and James yesterday when I bought the stuff for the BBQ that I wasn't going to be available for anything this three day weekend. I already explained that to you and everyone that would pay any attention.
So I didn't have any problem saying no. Especially when Tim went to work and James was at a friends. Excuse me?
Isn't this a holiday weekend? Shouldn't Tim be home with his wife? Okay.. nuff said. I simply said no that I was going to do whatever I wanted to do this weekend and nothing else.
She understood and called a friend she works with ( the same lady they are going camping with this June).
I haven't heard any more so I guess the world didn't come to an end because I said no for a change.
My paint calls.... talk to you later.
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The Fog crept in on little cat's feet.
Here it is; Friday, the beginning of Memorial Day weekend. It's been hitting mid 80's and as high as 92 the past few days, yet this afternoon at 3:15 p.m. to be exact, the sea poop/fog came stealthily creeping across the surrounding hills on the ocean side, and leaving a thick blanket of chilling cold as it fanned out covering all the beach side residents. We villagers have only the fresh memory, and an aching yearning for more sun. By the time I: took my bus kids home from the Class Day celebration, parked my school bus snug in the garage, and turned in my route sheet, the fog had moved into South Bend and was skirting our sister community along the hillside of Raymond.
I took my family home to their respective homes after stopping at the market for some charcoal and a large package of chicken legs and thighs. My son-in-law is a fantastic Bar-B-Qer. Since he was due home anytime, we thought we'd get the old Q fired up and surprise him for a change. When he got home at 6:30 p.m. it was flat out cold. We had all put on some extra layers, shut any unnecessary windows, and battened down the hatches. I just got back to my place in South Bend at 8:40 p.m. and it feels like winter outside while it's 90° inside from what WAS the day's buildup of heat. I even had the vents and fans going, yet it's miserable hot in my apartment and it looks like rain outside.
Happy Memorial Day to you fools who thought you were going to have a sunny three-day weekend. Not to worry, I wasn't counting on the sun. Ha hA! Cause we've already Bar-B-Q'd and I'm setting up my easel and dragging out the canvas, paints and anything that looks like it might hold a picture I'm about to create. Three days of glorious uninterrupted painting. Of coarse I had to insult a few people to get the seclusion, but what the heck; works for me.
The last time I had four days in a row, I had I spent them doing for others. This time: F-off to anyone that wants anything from me. These are MY days! I earned them! I'm taking them! I don't care who gets hurt! Deal with it!
My Irish Mamma used to say, "If there has to be one of us angry about something; I'd just as soon it was you."
This Irish Grandma says, "F--- em if they don't understand; the ones that don't aren't friends - the ones that do; won't get angry."
So, Happy Memorial Day! Spend it doing whatever makes you happy; doing your thing, whatever that might be. You're worth it and you earned it.
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As you can see we were up before the crack of dawn. Those are clouds the sun is popping through; up to where we are. 30,000 feet.
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So we get on a plane and head for the sky. Ignore the date; my camera is nuts.
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Through Washington and Oregon this is what we see daily when it isn't raining.
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More of the home we left behind.
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This is what we left behind.
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Just a few more miles and we're there.
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Are we there yet?
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And the wife said......spblttttt!
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Salute! Hick! Shades of the night before.
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Play nice now!
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See the bride and groom. AAaaaaaaaaaaa!
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Drink enough and you'll see things. Pssst! Is there a purple dragon here? Phew!
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Here's Tut's chariot. Part of the King Tut exhibit that was going on there while we were there for the wedding.
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Here's a couple herolds; no their names aren't Harold. They are announcing the latest joust at the theatre arena.
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Statues statues and more statues. Er Uh, Et 2 Brutis? No man. I'm not hungry.
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The one place I thought there should be statues; there wasn't.
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I think this one is suppose to be Posiden
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Check out this fountain at the Imperial Palace
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They are all over the building.
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Another of a Centurian
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Here's a relief over the entry at Caesar's Palace
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Statues are a big thing in Vegas too.
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This is the tropical setting where the ships fight. One yells to the other, "Ahoy Maties!"
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And another Pirate ship.
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Pirates Village
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Arg! Poop on your deck!
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Avast e maties.
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Treasure Island
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This looks like it should have musical notes on it to me. Like sheet music. Oh well, You had to be there.
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Bright lights Big little city.
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Off the wall facts!
Here are some way out there facts I got through my e-mail.
If you yelled for 8 years, 7 months and 6 days you would have produced enough sound energy to heat one cup of coffee.
(Hardly seems worth it.)
If you farted consistently for 6 years and 9 months, enough gas is produced to create the energy of an atomic bomb. !
(Now that's more like it!)
The human heart creates enough pressure when it pumps out to the body to squirt blood 30 feet.
(O.M.G.!)
A pig's orgasm lasts 30 minutes.
(In my next life, I want to be a pig.)
A cockroach will live nine days without its head before it starves to death! . (Creepy)
(I'm still not over the pig.)
Banging your head against a wall uses 150 calories an hour
(Don't try this at home, maybe at work)
The male praying mantis cannot copulate while its head is attached to its body. The female initiates sex by ripping the male's head off.
("Honey, I'm home. What the....?!")
The flea can jump 350 times its body length. It's like a human jumping the length of a football field.
(30 minutes..lucky pig! Can you imagine?)
The catfish has over 27,000 taste buds.
(What could be so tasty on the bottom of a pond?)
Some lions mate over 50 times a day.
(I still want to be a pig in my next life...quality over quantity)
Butterflies taste with their feet.
(Something I always wanted to know.)
The strongest muscle in the body is the tongue.
(Hmmmmmm......:)
Right-handed people live, on average, nine years longer than left-handed people.
(If you're ambidextrous, do you split the difference?)
Elephants are the only animals that cannot jump.
(Okay, so that would be a good thing)
A cat's urine glows under a black light.
(I wonder who was paid to figure that out?)
An ostrich's eye is bigger than its brain.
(I know some people like that.)
Starfish have no brains.
(I know some people like that too.)
Polar bears are left-handed.
(If they switch, they'll live a lot longer)
Humans and dolphins are the only species that have sex for pleasure.
(What about that pig??)
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Watermelon.... Tiger.... get the connection?
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I'll leave you at the slot machines. See you again another time. Don't loose your shirt.
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Oh good, it's just watermelon. Phew!
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Here Kitty Kitty Kitty
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Remember the fountain in the day time. Here it is at night.
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Wait till you see this fountain at night. Beautiful!
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We stayed here. Still best place for the price and free shows.
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This was one of the free circus acts at the Circus Circus.
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This link has all the Vegas pictures in one folder. http://picsures.com/image.list.php?fid=1236 So if your the impatient kind, copy and paste it to your browser and just go check out the Vegas folder.
The pictures were all taken by a bunch of drunken guys out on the town; for a walking, sometimes stumbling, and even laying down almost puking, bachelor's party. So if there are any complaints. Too bad! LOL
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Beautiful sunrise out the airplane window at 30,000 feet.
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Here is the first of 24 pictures I will share from my Vegas Trip. There is a total of 114 Vegas pictures. Is that over kill? I just got them where I could mess with them, so just take a short visual trip to Vegas. It was fun; enjoy!
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How to stay young
HOW TO STAY YOUNG
1. Throw out nonessential numbers. This includes age, weight and height.
Let the doctors worry about them. That is why you pay them.
2. Keep only cheerful friends.
The grouches pull you down. (keep this In mind if you are one of those grouches;)
3. Keep learning:
Learn more about the computer, crafts, gardening,
whatever. Never let the brain get idle.
"An idle mind is the devil's workshop."
And the devil's name is Alzheimer's!
4. Enjoy the simple things.
5. Laugh often, long and loud. Laugh until you gasp for breath.
And if you have a friend who makes you laugh, spend lots and Lots of time with HIM/HER.
6. The tears happ en:
Endure, grieve, and move on. The only person who is with us our entire life, is yourself. LIVE while you are alive.
7. Surround yourself with what you love:
Whether it's family, pets, keepsakes, music, plants, hobbies, whatever.
Your home is your refuge.
8. Cherish your health:
If it is good, preserve it.
if it is unstable, improve it.
If it is beyond what you can improve, get help.
9. Don't take guilt trips.
Take a trip to the mall, even to the next county, to a foreign country, but NOT to where the guilt is.
10. Tell the people you love that you love them, at every opportunity.
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Ever make a quiz about yourself for your friends to answer???
| 1) What is my favorite color? |
| a) | Yellow Love it with other colors
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| b) | Orange Love it with other colors
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| c) | Green Plants yes, other things no.
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| d) | Red YES!
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| e) | Blue lobotomy boring.
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| 2) What is my favorite thing to do? |
| a) | Fish Most definitely
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| b) | Camp Sure
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| c) | Swim Anytime
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| d) | Eat Wish it was a spectator sport.
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| e) | Run Till I hurt my foot, this was my favorite.
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| 3) What is my favorite book? |
| a) | Uncle Remus Brar Rabbit rules, but John Seagull is best.
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| b) | Jonathan Livingston Seagull Yep. I'm a nut for the seagull.
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| c) | The Prophet Loved this one but it's poetry.
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| d) | Dune Read this one yearly; but it's heavy reading.
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| e) | The Bible This is 66 books and I love every one, but the question was book not books.
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| 4) If I had to tell someone bad news; how would I do it? |
| a) | Straight out, even if it hurt. Might as well use a knife.
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| b) | I'd try to make it as painless as possible. Bad news is bad enough without adding to it.
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| c) | It would depend on who I was talking to; if I liked them or not. I don't bother with people I don't like.
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| d) | I'd lie. Nope, not worth it.
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| e) | I'd get someone else to tell them I've done this, but was ashamed of myself.
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| 5) Do I walk to work or ride? |
| a) | Ride a bicycle Don't own a bike; wish I did.
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| b) | Have a motor scooter I can just see me scooting my fat ass around. Not!
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| c) | Car pool To drive 3 miles???? Get real.
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| d) | Walk/jog to and from This is what I should be doing, but am too damn lazy.
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| e) | Pray my car doesn't break down. Or at least waits till Summer to do it.
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| 6) What kind of clothes do I like? |
| a) | Revealing? I do, but I'm thinking of others. EEEEEEEEeeeew!
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| b) | Sexy? I'm not turned on my fat rolls in butt floss.
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| c) | Practical? This is my second choice.
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| d) | Functional? As long as it covers and fits the weather; it's right for me.
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| e) | Whatever is in style? I do like style, but who can afford it? Not me.
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| 7) How much time do I spend on make up? |
| a) | 10 minutes When I try to wear make-up it lasts about this long. I'm allergic.
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| b) | 1 hour I'm not painting the side of a barn...Way too much wasted time.
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| c) | What make up? Once in a while mascara when I can get hypoalergenic.
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| d) | 2 hours once a month It takes that long to find my make-up before I say heck with it.
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| e) | I gave it up because I'm allergic Not yet, I keep trying but not very often.
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| 8) Sometimes I run away from home; when I do, where do I go? |
| a) | To the beach. If it's clamming season, maybe.
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| b) | To the mountains. They are too far away or I would.
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| c) | To a river. I live beside a river. Nope.
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| d) | Someplace secluded with water falls. If I can find one.
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| e) | I go mind tripping Not since the 60' and 70's.
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| 9) If I were to come back in another life; what critter would I choose to be? |
| a) | An elephant. I'd rather come back as something smaller.
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| b) | A monkey. I don't like cages.
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| c) | A flea. Something about sucking blood, turns me off.
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| d) | An eagle. This is my second choice.
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| e) | An otter. Why? Because they always make whatever they do...a game. Life is fun for them.
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| 10) When is the last time I told anyone I loved them? |
| a) | Five minutes ago. Can't help it. I'm mushy.
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| b) | Yesterday. Been there did it.
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| c) | I don't say I love you any more. Don't say it any less either.
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| d) | After 8 last night. I was in bed then, reading.
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| e) | 7 p.m. Saturday night. What! And miss the Saturday night movie. No way No how.
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