tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26441232487271325312023-11-16T04:44:23.012-08:00Laugh At Me Everyone Else Does!If you cant laugh at yourself, Laugh at me. I don't mindAnonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14810115629195951608noreply@blogger.comBlogger10125truetag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2644123248727132531.post-28240337496588882822012-08-08T15:55:00.000-07:002012-08-08T15:55:55.317-07:00Addiction, Friend or Foe<span style="font-size: large;">I have been thinking about addiction. This is such a powerful word these days. There are so many things that you can be addicted to, its mind bogging. Here is a though for you, how do you give up one addiction, without becoming addicted to something else? </span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">If you give up smoking cigarettes, you eat, thus becoming addicted to food. You no longer crave nicotine, but now you crave, Twinkies. Now that you are twenty pounds heavier, and you still cant breath, because the weight you put on, you go to the gym. Now you are a Zumba junkie. You have to go at least three times a week, and so on and so forth..... Where does the vicious cycle end?</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">Now that the gym don't fulfill you like it use to, you turn to your old stand by, shopping!! I know people who shop because they have nothing better to do with their time. I shop mostly of necessity, but I love a good free for all sometimes. Then when you have too much stuff, they call you a hoarder. So on and so forth..... no end in sight.</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">Now that you have too much stuff, you are fat free, nicotine free, food free, and broke, you turn to the last thing that is still legal, sex. If you have a spouse, they will get sick of you. Boyfriends will leave you, your wife, yeah she is going to put sleeping pills in your food and hide the Viagra. Spouses will sleep on the couch just to get away from you. Next thing you know you have a life time membership to AdamandEve. com. We are reaching desperation at this point.</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">No matter what you are addicted too, there's a pill for it. Then you become a pill addict. Then you have to go to rehab and start smoking all over again to beat the withdrawals you are going to have. Circle complete. </span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">I have to quit smoking, and I am losing weight. I am so afraid that if I quit smoking, I will want to eat. I thought about other things I could do besides smoke and eat. I came up with a short list, so here goes, please feel free to laugh if you do this.</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">1. 10 jumping jacks</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;">2. Wash your dishes, even if they are clean.</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;">3. Start going through your cloths, now that you are a hoarder.</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;">4. Read an article on how to stop hoarding.</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;">5. Send a dirty text to your spouse or other half. (done this one)</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;">6. Walk outside and scream at the top of your lungs.(cough up one from all the smoking you did)</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;">7. Drink a glass of water.(then piss like a race horse later, kills another craving, two birds, one stone)</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;">8. Gum or mints, you need to put something in your mouth besides a cigarette.(get your mind out of my gutter, I'm already there)</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;">9. Empty out your junk drawer.(you might find a cigarette hidden there, and it will taste nasty)</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;">10. Go for a walk, clear your head, get some exercise and breath fresh air. (no sarcasm needed here, its a good idea)</span><br />
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<br />Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14810115629195951608noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2644123248727132531.post-66261299793632535242012-06-27T16:09:00.000-07:002012-06-27T16:09:11.834-07:00<span style="font-size: large;">I had a rare day today, I was home by myself most of the day. Now when you have all this time on your hands, you think about things. You think about your life, what you have and don't have, before and after. I have been hanging out with my best friend a lot lately, it got my thinking about how I am now and how I was 15 yrs ago. Here are just some thoughts about this.</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">The Before: F.I.N.E, fucked up, insecure, neurotic, and emotional. It comes from an Aerosmith song from the album Pump. My brain was in overload, raising kids, working my ass off, trying to have a social life. I had some help, but not the support I needed. Needless to say I was a mess. With all messes, you have to clean it up. I was a lousy house keeper back then, and I am not talking about my home. (my house could have used some help too) I was on a sinking ship and no rescue in sight. I had no choice but to drop ten yards and punt. Fly by the seat of my pants, take the hard road. How ever you want to put it. Easier said than done. Where the hell was Aderall when I needed it? I had too many kids, too many bills, too many jobs, too little money, and no time for anything. What was a girl to do? Just when I thought I was heading in the right direction, Blam, I would get hit in the face, shit I was rolled over by a truck, OKAY??????? I went a little nuts, Okay? </span></div>
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<span style="font-size: large;">The After: Not much has changed as far as working, and my house work. I have a husband for that. He makes such a good wife. Oh and the kids have all moved out. I don't get hit by trucks anymore, I push my husband if front of them now. I'm still a bit nuts, but that is by choice now. I like my music, I am an automotive diva when I am driving, and not as much road rage. I don't expect too much, so I am never disappointed, saves time. I assume everyone is an asshole until they prove otherwise. This way I can hate them right from the start, so no disappointment. See the patterned developing here. Instead of yelling at someone I am pissed at, I just smile at them. It kinda makes people nervous when they don't know what that smirk is. That's the fun part. When you get to the point, that if you assume you will be disappointed, you will be surprised when something good happens, Bonus!!!! It works for me. </span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">In the Middle: Somewhere along the line, I lost what was left of my mind, and most of my family. I still had the kids but, things went south, to Florida. I came back, met my husband, moved back to Florida. yada yada yada. You get the picture. Life was, shall we say, a bit of a challenge...... Okay dammit, I felt like a rat in a maze, and I didn't want the fucking cheese, I wanted out of the maze. Okay, now that I have laughed at myself, Please, Laugh at me everyone else does.<br /> </span></div>
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<span style="font-size: large;">I have a pleasant personality, I am a hard worker, like people(most of the time) Pretty much have a happy go lucky attitude. I can rock an interview, tell them everything they want to hear, but employment has eluded me. So what is it that make me unemployable? Then it hit me like a ton of Depends. They don't hire old people.</span></div>
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<span style="font-size: large;">I would like to go back into the restaurant business, love to wait on tables and talk to people, but you cant bounce a quarter off my ass or stomach. All they see is someone that has to run to the bathroom every 30 minutes. (not saying me,but...) 35 years of experience does not go very far if you don't look young. Not a size 4 anymore, and this day and age, if you are not a size 2, you are fat. Strike One.</span></div>
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<span style="font-size: large;">I have skills with a computer, not up to date on all applications, but I can learn. Still, they see the age and "Sorry, we are not hiring right now" as the 25 year old, thin, attractive, bouncy and bubbly sweet girl with no work experience walks out with my job. I'm not bitter about this, just baffled a bit.(okay I might be a little bitter) Strike Two.</span></div>
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<span style="font-size: large;">It seems the only job people my age are hired for is fast food and Walmart greeters. I could cashier somewhere, or become the lunch lady(skinny legs, mushroom top) Either way it is hard for someone my age to find a job. Don't these people know that age is a matter of mind, if you don't have a mind, age don't matter.</span></div>
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<span style="font-size: large;">Now being older has its advantages. All my children have grown up and moved out of my house. Hence, no need to hire a babysitter. I don't have to go to parent teacher conferences, no sick days, no phone calls to come get my kid. (My kids are going though that now with theirs) (right now I am laughing hysterically) I don't have to find someone to take my kids if I need to go out of town for something. I am a prime commodity to have, yet still no job.</span></div>
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<span style="font-size: large;">I want to start and employment agency that only works with the older work force. This way I will have a job and help other people my age find jobs. The pitch will be, Why hire a young person you have to train for 8 week when you can have an old person who you can train for 4 weeks, and most likely will die before you have to lay them off. Only kidding.(kinda sorta) </span></div>
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<span style="font-size: large;">A job is a job, that's what I use to tell people when they bitch about their jobs. I am at the point were I am almost desperate to find a job.(I am bored out of my skull at this point) I need to be around people other than my husband and mother-in-law, and if you ever have lived with your mother-in-law you know what I am talking about.(homicidal don't cover it) I love my kids but I don't want to hang with them. I would just end up hanging with the grandkids.(not a bad thing) </span></div>
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<span style="font-size: large;">So here is to my quest to find an employer that will see that hiring an older person will only benefit them. And if that don't work, I may end up in a life a crime. (white collar of course, I may be old, but I am not an idiot or have dementia) To all you older people out there, it is time to unite and kick the young people out of our jobs. (or just kick their asses, experience has its advantages) </span></div>
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<span style="font-size: large;">Just remember folks, Laugh at me, everyone else does. TTFN </span></div>Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14810115629195951608noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2644123248727132531.post-73338331408606648612012-04-20T20:38:00.001-07:002012-04-20T20:38:30.506-07:00How Drunk Do You Get?<span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">Have you ever wondered where some of the sayings we use come from? I was talking to a friend the other day and he said something about how drunk he was at 17 yrs old. It got me thinking about all the saying there are about being drunk. Here's just a few that I found funny.</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;">Knocked down, dragged out drunk. Now if I really think about it. Some guy was so drunk, he was knocked down and dragged out by his feet. I would pay good money to see that happen.</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;">Shit faced must have come from the south and cowboys. Some cowboy got so drunk, he fell face first into horseshit. Then the rest of the cowboys wouldn't let him live it down. </span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;">Drunker than a skunk. Where the hell did this come from, I have no clue about this one. How drunk do skunks get? Just wondering.</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;">Three sheets to the wind. I have heard this one, but never really got it. Do you need to be hung out to dry with the sheets. </span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;">Drank myself stupid. </span><span style="font-size: large;">If you intended to get that drunk, you were already stupid. If you didn't plan it that way, your still stupid.</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;">This one put me on the floor when my friend said it. Snot slinging, kamode hugging drunk. Is that where you are so drunk you cant even blow your nose, and think the toilet is your lover? </span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;">I drank myself straight. Does that mean that you were crooked to begin with, or you were having a sexual identity crisis? That one can go either way. (yes the pun was intended)</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;">Drinking her pretty. If you are at the bar and you need to get that drunk to get laid, there is probably a good reason you are not getting laid sober. </span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;">Piss drunk, do you smell like piss or have you had so much you have to piss, or did you just piss yourself.</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;">So I was wondering, is it really necessary to get that drunk. Don't get me wrong, I have had my drunken moments, I am sure I have used one of those statements on occasion. Now that I am older and wiser when it comes to drinking, I have come to the conclusion, if you are going to get that drunk, as long as you are not driving and you are in the privacy of your own home. You can get as shit faced, snot slinging, kamode hugging, knocked down dragged out drunk as you want to be. I will be getting drunk at least once this summer, sitting by the fire pit, with my hubby. And again, don't drink alcohol and drive, and Laugh at Me, Every One Else Does.</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">I think all politicians should have to take a lie detector test. This would eliminate about 95% of the government. If you want to run for office, you will have to take the test. If you don't take the test, you cant run. Then you have to take random lie detector test. (sound familiar) If we have to take drug test to maintain employment, they should have to take the test to stay in office. I am so tired of being lied too, this would take care of it.(throw a drug test in for good measure)</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;">To all the men out there, Women are inherently evil. If we want you to do something, we will twist and turn you until you cant tell which way is up, then we will slam you down. Once you are bloody and broken, we will tell you everything is fine, then make you sleep on the couch. (good place for you to lick your wounds) We have become for the lack of a better term, Sadist. And we like it.</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;">To all the women out there, Men are gullible but not stupid. They will play along with the game until they cant take anymore. When that happens, they want to take control, and you let them.(to a point) I do want to say when they feel like they have the power,(or so they think) the sex becomes unbelievable. You get a cross between a mad man on a mission, and the sexy romantic in the romance novels.(okay a girl can dream cant she?) </span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;">I don't give a flying rats ass if Snookie is pregnant. Does she even really know who the father is? I hate her almost as much as I hate Kim Kardashian. Why the hell do people care so much about spoiled rich ass bitches? They are handed everything, and people care why? I would like to meet both of them just so I can tell them in person how utterly stupid they really are. If I had a DD size chest and money I didn't earn, yeah I might be the same as them. Have you ever watch Big Rich Texas? These women are teaching their daughters how to be nasty, mean bitches. One girl is a drunk and her mother is okay with this. I would love to party with my daughter, but she has to work and so do I. Must be nice.</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;">Stop watching 16 and pregnant. I was a teen mom, where was my spot light? Unfortunately, I married the bastard that got me pregnant. If you want to stop teens from having babies, give them condoms, put the girls on birth control. You are not going to stop it, don't show it on T.V. don't glamorize it. I would love to find the creator of that show, put them in a minimum wage job, saddle them with a kid and say you are on your own. WTF. </span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;">Mitt Romney, go the fuck away. You twist the simplest thing into a political spin that people like me are just sick and tired of hearing. You want to do some good, donate all your money to the Salvation Army, then leave. How in the hell do you get away with all of the shit you say? You are a Moron, oops I did it again, I mean Mormon. You should walk around with a roll of toilet paper, because it must be your ass talking, your mouth knows better. Get over the fact that you will not get elected. Even the speaker of the house John Boehner don't like you. On top of everything he has a better tan than I do. Probably has a tanning bed on his bus that cost about $3000.00 to go from town to town. Get off my highway.</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;">I am fat, get over it. I don't wear a size 0, I don't binge and purge, I don't eat tofu and I like steak. I eat veggies and go to the gym. If you don't like the way I look, Dial 1-900-EAT-SHIT, this way you can pay me to tell me what you think about me. I understand that we are a fast food nation, I can make food fast at home. Do not tell me I cant have my vices. Well I have bored you enough with my rants. </span><br />
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<br />Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14810115629195951608noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2644123248727132531.post-43427599965401091372012-02-17T19:50:00.000-08:002012-02-17T19:50:18.437-08:00On a More Serious Note<span style="font-size: large;">Every Friday night, my husband, my mother-in-law and myself sit down and have dinner together. We have a chance to catch up on stuff that happened during the week. Most times, we laugh and pick on each other. Not tonight.</span><div>
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<span style="font-size: large;">I did a blog that jumped on the Catholic Church. I believe that the church should stay out of politics. Mainly because I am a woman. I believe that women should be able to determine what is best for them. I am afraid that if religion plays a part in our government, a lot of women and girls could be in serious trouble.</span></div>
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<span style="font-size: large;">The whole debate over birth control has got me thinking. My mother-in-law thinks that we shouldn't have to pay for it, that we need more morals and less birth control. I agree with the morals, not the less birth control. This is always a slippery slope when you have two opposing opinions in the same house. She was raised as a Catholic, and she also was born in a era that didn't have what we have now. I was a teenage mother, my mother and father didn't talk about sex or birth control with me until it was too late.</span></div>
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<span style="font-size: large;">My neighbor and my husband chimed in on this subject. My husband is in the middle, my neighbors opinion bordered on a civil rights removal. With so many different opinions out there on the matter, who is right? How do you make the majority happy without offending the minority?</span></div>
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<span style="font-size: large;">I was in class last week, trying to learn something. I thought that is what going to college was all about. Now seeing that I am an older adult, I go in and act like an adult. I sit, take notes, participate in class discussions. Now you would think this was just like its suppose to be, in college.</span><span style="font-size: large;"> I had two people in this class that were talking about everything else except the what was going on in class. This got me thinking about all the people I would love to see stop talking.</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">Lately I feel that most people need to shut the hell up. I want to start with every one of the republican candidates. Please shut the hell up. You are not going to get elected to the highest office in the country, you know this, and its all your own faults. You are so busy bashing each other you have lost the big picture. You don't have a clue as to what this country needs. Mitt has too much money, Newt is a swinger, Ron is too damn old, and Rick, I have one statement for you, Birth Control. Everyone is entitled to their opinion, stop telling me what mine should be. To the Republican Candidates, Shut the Hell Up Damn It!!!!!! </span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">The Catholic Church needs to shut the hell up damn it. Stay out of my government, I don't want you there, you don't belong there, and if I wanted to be dictated to I would have stayed married to my ex-husband. </span><span style="font-size: large;"> </span><span style="font-size: large;">Okay, I am for same sex marriage, and as Bill Maher said, once your married its all the same sex anyway, why should they be any different. I am for the insurance companies having to cover birth control, no matter if the company they are covering is a religious organization. It's a shame they don't see that there are so many dumb ass women out there that should not reproduce. I think god might agree with me on this. I should know, He told me. (if you don't get that, ask George Bush) </span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">Bill O'Reilly needs to shut the fuck up. If that man had a half of a brain, he would be dangerous, better yet it would be an improvement. Better yet just keep your foot in your mouth. Nancy Grace needs to shut the hell up so other people can talk. You ever watch her show. If you don't agree with her, she cuts you off like </span><span style="font-size: large;">Lorranea </span><span style="font-size: large;">Bobbit. Mitt Romney, Please shut the hell up. Nobody likes you and your a Moron, oops I mean Mormon. We don't care what you think. Sarah Palin, I don't know where to start with you. I am really wondering though, what the hell was in your tea at the tea party. Shut the fuck up! Roseanne Barr, Shut the hell up, your voice is grating and annoying. I get more laughs in a deaf community than you get with people who can hear you. And most of all, Kim Kardashian, We don't care about your 72 day marriage, your boob job, your perfume line, your clothing line or anything else that you have in store for your adoring public. Most people cant afford your cloths, your perfume smells like horseshit, and your chest gets where your going a week before you actually get there. You don't have a brain, so don't act like you do. Oh that's right, you cant act either. You need to Shut the Fuck up damn it!!!!! </span><span style="font-size: large;"> </span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">You see, this is what is wrong with our country. All the people I named are who you see everyday see in the media. There are also people who you want to tell to shut the hell up everyday. Go ahead, talk about your sex life, as long as you don't talk about it in the line at the grocery store. Talk about how you puked at a party, just not in my class that I am paying for. Talk about your drug addiction, not when I am trying to pay for gas. You see, if you do have these kind of conversations that should be held in private, around someone like me, you will hear at some point in your life, Shut the Hell Up Damn it. Just laugh at me, everyone else does, just don't tell me to shut the hell up damn it.</span>Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14810115629195951608noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2644123248727132531.post-8209249745963092812011-12-31T18:18:00.000-08:002012-01-01T11:42:55.867-08:00Why Don't They Get It?<span style="font-size:100%;"><span style="font-family:times new roman;"><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" >Why don't the people who friend request you on facebook get it when you don't accept their request. The answer should be obvious but they keep on sending too you. I went as far as telling them stop contacting me or I will hunt you down and blow up your computer. What the hell. Now I will friend request, but if I don't get a reply or acceptance, I didn't want to be your friend anyway. I just wanted you to be someone to play poker and send me chips.<br />If you call someone, and they don't answer. Do not blow up their phone with text messages. If they don't answer the phone, they are not going to answer the text either. Get over it, they don't want to talk to you right now. You are not that important. I've got better things to do. Thanks but just go away. (I'm not that rude, much)<br />Why don't they get it about skinny jeans. I am wondering why people insist on wearing them. Okay, I could see if they made you look skinny, but the people who wear them are far from it. Lets just say Mushroom top and be done with that. Can you imagine a girl asking her guy "Do these jeans look okay?" How is a guy to respond if her legs look great but above the hips looks like a nuclear explosion just took place. And guys, I am so sorry to say, as a woman, you wearing them does nothing for me. I like a man in a pair of blue jeans that fit just right and show off the best side of a man. (if you don't get it ask any woman about it)<br />On the subject of clothing, wearing pants with something written on the ass is just stupid. Why don't they get it? I have seen sayings like princess, hottie, sweet. The one that got me was Holla At Me. I so wanted to really scream at this girl. That's what her pants told me to do. "Why don't you get it? You look stupid, your not hot and shouldn't be wearing pants like that." but I didn't. (my friend wouldn't let me be rude)<br />I am no fashionista if that is even how it is spelled. I could use some tips on how to dress. I am a blue jean and tee-shirt or tank top kinda girl.(although the tanks don't look so good right now) I can get dressed up and look good if I need too or trying to impress my husband.(not that I need to impress him) How do you dress in today's society, what is acceptable? For men its easy. For women you are too far left or too far right. Some women just don't care. (in other words, show everything and hope you don't get assaulted) Girls just remember to keep the sisters in check. Confine them to their proper place. Cleavage is okay to a point, too much and you are just asking some guy to try and score two points by throwing peanuts or beer caps down your front.(you know you cant take the child out of man no matter how hard you try)<br />Why don't they get that they don't need to be on every social network known to man. If you really want to meet someone. Get off your damn computer and go outside. If by chance you meet someone from online, have an exit plan in place. Before I met my husband 11 yrs ago, I tried online dating. There were some nice guys, but we didn't click. Then the duds. They looked nothing like the pic they posted that was from 1984. If you thought they seemed okay online, the first face to face would tell you the rest of their life. One guy, looked nothing like his pic. We met for coffee, and the first question out of his mouth was."Are those real?" as he stared at my chest. I said "Why yes they are, are your balls real or are they fake?" as I walked away. Oh did I mention that his pic showed a slim young man, the person who showed up was about 60lbs overweight and wore sweatpants and looked like his face had been run over by a international harvester. I don't know about you, but if they seem too good to be true online, it means they are far from being too good.<br /><br />Final note on this. There are so many, Why don't they get it? What is your Why don't they get it? I could sit here all day and write about it, but then, its a nice day and my dog needs a walk. Just remember, your day would be so much better if you, Laugh at me everyone else does</span><br /></span></span></span></span>Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14810115629195951608noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2644123248727132531.post-46756065357342689172011-12-31T14:24:00.000-08:002012-01-02T12:07:27.308-08:00Starting Over (for the umpteenth time)<div style="text-align: center;"><div style="text-align: left;"><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="color: #000099;"><span style="font-size: 100%;"><span style="font-family: times new roman;"> <span style="color: black; font-size: large;">Here is where I start the new year. Lets start with the three decisions I have made as of today. (no they are not new-years resolutions) First, I decided to go to school after 16 years. Second, quit smoking. (have patch,will travel) Last but not least, lose weight. Now some might say this is an impossible task. I have been told I am taking on too much to start, and one person says I am going to be a total bitch trying to do all three.(she shall remain nameless at this time)I already am a bitch so that don't matter to me. Maybe they are right. I have a habit of starting things and not following threw, but I am hoping by sharing some laughs along the way may help me keep this going. So here we go, and remember, Laugh at me everyone else does.</span></span></span></span></div><div style="color: black;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-family: times new roman;"><br />
</span></span></div><div style="color: black; text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-family: times new roman;"> I made a choice to go back to school and take a totally different career path. I have worked in gas stations, restaurants, factories, and God know what else. This is almost out in left field. I am looking into going to school for Radiology. It is one step to what I really want to do. More on that later. Anyhow I think that this might be a good thing for me. I lack direction right now and school seems to be a good fit for me. Right now its information gathering, but going to admissions on Tuesday to find out what I need to do. (trying not to be neurotic about the whole thing) I don't want to panic before I have to panic. I probably will have a panic attack before too long. Its not pretty. I swear at people and throw things and call little old ladies unspeakable names.(especially if they are driving in front of me, I want to run them over) I.H.S.F.P. </span></span></div><span style="color: #000099;"><span style="font-size: 100%;"><span style="font-family: times new roman;"><span style="color: black; font-size: large;">I am also about to embark on the smoke-free journey. I am 47 yrs old and have smoked at least if not more than three quarters of my life.(I figure if I quit, I can be around long enough to drive my grandchildren nuts) I'm not quitting because my doctor told me to, or because of peer pressure. Its because I am so sick of my mother-in-law telling me that I should quit because of the money and my health.(I love her but she can be a pain sometimes,and in this case she is mostly right but don't tell her that) I am quitting because I am sick and tired of being sick and tired. Quitting is the only choice right now. I want to wake up and be able to breath. I usually just wake up and cough up a lung. (great way to start a day). Stay tuned, I might have a complete breakdown before all is said and done. I don't put aside becoming homicidal at any point in time.(I wont kill, but I might maim someone) Cant take all my fun.<br />
How the hell did I gain 40lbs in eight years. I use to weight 125lbs. (do not state the obvious)The B.M.I (for those who don't know what that is Body Mass Index) is telling me I am obese. I am at 33% B.M.I. That makes me 35 lbs over weight. (red hair and round body just don't go together.) I don't like the way I look, so it is time to change it. I want to be in a size 6 again. (4 would be better) but 6 is good. I am in a size 11/12. I do know what to do but, if anyone has helpful hints, they would be appreciated. (need all the help I can get) At one point in my life I looked good. Need to get that back. (If I look better I will feel better, I hope)<br />
So I have this to ask. Am I crazy? Its best not to answer right now. I will ask in about 2 weeks when I think everything will fall apart.<br />
Okay, I have a direction to go, I can get to where I want to go. I have the brains, I have support.(do I sound convincing?)<br />
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