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It was so good to hear from you Nick. It's been ages and yet it felt like we'd never been apart. You were one of my best friends way back when. Not having you around to talk to and bullshit with was ...well, it sucked my darlin.
I was so thrilled to see you today, I had to do a double take to make sure it was actually you! lol
Well, just so you know, you were missed..very much and I hope like hell you don't stay away for another year this time :)
Holy smokes! You mean I get to leave a comment????? Damn I've been gone too long! I've missed you too darlin and promise this is not just a one time visit. BIG HUGS!
If you haven't seen this already, it's very much worth the time. It's a bit long, but as I said...well worth it.
Sometimes animals amaze me...when I read your journal entry, I thought of this one and remembered that there is at least one animal that protects it's young from anything..heh
I love a four day weekend...when we have something to do.
This weekend absolutely sucked though.
The spousal unit went to the doctor on Friday. He was diagnosed with tendonitis. He was given a shot and some pills for inflamation and he was told to stay off of his feet for at least 6 days.
That meant, no beach, no park, no bbq, nothing fun at all. We stayed home and watched a few movies, played some poker and ate.
By Sunday I think we were both getting on each others nerves. We're not used to seeing so much of each other.
It was actually a relief to come back to work and have something to do!
I'm buying the sodas. Beer and liquor just don't appeal to me today..lol
18:29 May 24 2008 Times Read: 702
Hangovers are no fun. I woke up too early but it's Saturday and Sara has to have her saturday toaster. Sausage, egg and cheese on toast, and let me tell you, cooking eggs with a hangover is not my idea of fun. I tried to make myself eat but it just wasn't gonna happen.
After breakfast she reminded me that I'd promised to take her to an auction today. UGH!
We stopped to get an extra large cherry Dr. Pepper and headed out. Imagine my disappointment when we were told the auction date had been moved to June. Yay! I get to go back home and to bed!
Well I'm home, but I can't sleep now, I hate that!
It's 4am. I haven't been able to sleep yet. I've exhausted $200.000.00 of my pokerstars chips tonight and no wins. I'm about 2 sheets to the wind and I'm in here wondering what the hell can I post to the forum.
I've tried one or two, but each time I get to the bottom of the postings, either what I had to say makes no sense, or someone else has made no sense for me by now.
This is really aggravating. I'm going to bed now...I hope I make it there without some major catastrophe.
This question with a few more tossed into the converstaion got this reply from me.
"Ouch! You have it much worse than I do if you're having THAT many people leading you into temptation..lol
I've got about 12 journals that I read as soon as I see updates. In those journals is usually where I find the drama, trauma and turmoil that gets me going. Otherwise, I only talk to a handful of people on a regular basis here, and I pretty much keep to myself.
The multiple profile thing really does stump me. I know they do it to level up, but ...why?? Making Sire level just doesn't hold that much appeal to me. I get grumpy when I drop a notch or two in the levels I DO have, but I'm not overly anxious to reach Sire level. Hell, it's been almost 3 years and I'm still at Destroyer. I'm really afraid that reaching Sire might not be as fulfilling as it's made out to be and whatever luster I hold for VR might dwindle.
Journal overload....that's what will get me in the end. Like you, I think reading the journals is my favorite part. When I first got to VR, there weren't many people that would spend a lot of time in their journals. Now, the journal section is like Grand Central!
I love reading. Anything and everything holds interest for me. There are the ones that are completely well, clueless. I'll breeze through those, but hell, sometimes even THOSE make me laugh.
They are all unique, I think that's what I love about them in the end. I've gotten to where I know which ones to go to when I'm in a bad mood, good mood, giddy mood and which ones to visit when I'm pissed off at the world and wanna stay that way.
It's like picking up a different book every few minutes..a book of short stories that keep me interested jusssssst long enough."
He laughed and said I needed to make this a journal entry...so...what the hell.
The best thing about VR for my is running my coven - I love it. My VR experience is completely different because of it, even though I have been an ACM since I was a level 14. Journals are probably 2nd place for me - I like to see what people are up to, especially if it is a context that I wouldn't experience here in the UK.
I imagine the interaction you get when running a coven or house is it’s own reward. I wouldn’t do it for the world, but I have the utmost respect for the ones here who can not only run a house or coven, but run it well.
Yet, Kryptick, the two don’t out weigh each other. It’s a hell of a balancing act, but somehow, It seems to be balancing out quite well. There’s drama and shit starting, but there are also the wonderfully talented writers of stories and poems and music. It wouldn’t be worth reading one without the other, in my opinion. That, is what makes the journals my favorite.
Yep, I'm with you re the journals...I start to panic when I'm running out of time...omg what if I miss something good ????? lol
My night
16:02 May 23 2008 Times Read: 726
The All-Sports Banquet was held last night. My daughter was recognized for being "The Most Dedicated" in her powerlifting team. My son, "Outstanding Runner" for the track team.
My son had to work, so he didn't get to make the event, but my daughter and I attended. The Booster Club puts this on twice a year. A Fall banquet and a Spring banquet and the sports are divided up between the two.
We have to attend both banquets because Cross Country and Volleyball are recognized in the Fall banquet and Powerlifting and Track are recognized in the Spring banquet.
$5.00 a student for their meal, and if they stay until the banquet is over they get their money back. The parents and/or any other guests pay $7.00 for their meal ticket.
The food smelled delicious. As soon as we walked in we could smell the potatoes and steak. I was starved, practically drooling by the time I found my seat. We said the invocation, the welcoming speach was thrown out and finally it was time to get in line for the food.
Damn I thought I'd never get to the top of the line. But there I finally was! The salad was yummy looking. Crisp greens with some shredded carrots and a hint of cabbage. The dressing was not only still cold, but still full! I'm thinking this couldn't get any better. I think I bumped the lady in front of me a few times. She was just too slow. I wanted to shout at her! How hard can this be?? You pick up the utensil, scoop up some green beans and put them in your plate!
Somehow I managed to keep my cool though. I got thru the salad, the greenbeans, the corn, the potatoes and then WHAM! The meat server has disappeared! I'm just a foot, two at the most from this steak that's just sitting in the pan looking scrumptious and smelling sooo, ok, my mouth is watering again, just thinking of it..you get the picture.
Just when I'm about to bypass the two people in front of me, who have been standing patiently waiting, the server returns. I didn't realize I was holding my breath until the steak hit my plate. I released my breath, looked down at my yummy steak and then frowned up at this man with the tongs in his hand. Surely he gets that JUST because I'm a woman doesn't mean I can only eat a 1x1 inch slice of steak!! He finally realizes the reason I'm NOT moving and I AM frowning is because I'm waiting for him to slap another piece of steak on my plate! I turn and smile at the man behind me who truly must have been as hungry as I was, because I swear I heard him growl. No matter, I had my steak, I picked up my tea on the way back to my table...I was a happy camper.
I damn near tore the plastic utensil bag open...I had to taste this steak that was putting out such a heavenly aroma!
My plastic knife in my right hand, my plastic fork in my left, my napkin in my lap and a gleam in my eye...I set to slicing my steak.
Ok, so it turned out I had to SAW the damn thing instead of slice it...every piece in my mouth had to be akin to taking a bite out of a notebook and trying to chew the paper up.
The flavor was soooo good though! ...and I really was THAT hungry! I ended up sawing thru half of the steak. Each piece was daintily placed in my mouth where I'd relish the flavor for a second or two, then I'd begin the chore of hammering away at it before it was small enough to swallow.
I was starving when I got home but it was too late to eat anything. I woke up with my tummy grumbling and when I brushed my teeth, my jaw hurt like hell.
hah...no, it's not! I've been reading journals myself and have found quite a lot to laugh over :)
15:21 May 22 2008 Times Read: 743
THE YEAR 1908
This will boggle your mind, I know it did mine!
The year is 1908.
One hundred years ago.
What a difference a century makes!
Here are some statistics for the Year 1908 :
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The average life expectancy was 47 years.
Only 14 percent of the homes had a bathtub.
Only 8 percent of the homes had a telephone.
There were only 8,000 cars and only 144 miles
Of paved roads.
The maximum speed limit in most cities was 10 mph.
The tallest structure in the world was the Eiffel Tower!
The average wage in 1908 was 22 cents per hour.
The average worker made between $200 and $400 per year .
A competent accountant could expect to earn $2000 per year,
A dentist $2,500 per year, a veterinarian between $1,500 and $4,000 per year, and a mechanical engineer about $5,000 per year.
More than 95 percent of all births took place at HOME .
Ninety percent of all doctors had NO COLLEGE EDUCATION!
Instead, they attended so-called medical schools, many of which
Were condemned in the press AND the government as 'substandard. '
Sugar cost four cents a pound.
Eggs were fourteen cents a dozen.
Coffee was fifteen cents a pound.
Most women only washed their hair once a month, and used
Borax or egg yolks for shampoo. .... OMG!
Canada passed a law that prohibited poor people from
Entering into their country for any reason.
Five leading causes of death were:
1. Pneumonia and influenza
2. Tuberculosis
3. Diarrhea
4. Heart disease
5. Stroke
The American flag had 45 stars.
The population of Las Vegas , Nevada, was only 30!!!!
Crossword puzzles, canned beer, and ice tea
Hadn't been invented yet.
There was no Mother's Day or Father's Day.
Two out of every 10 adults couldn't read or write.
Only 6 percent of all Americans had graduated from high school.
Marijuana, heroin, and morphine were all available over the counter at the local corner drugstores. Back then pharmacists said, 'Heroin clears the complexion, gives buoyancy to the mind,regulates the stomach and bowels, and is, in fact, a perfect guardian of health.' ( Shocking? DUH! )
Eighteen percent of households had at least
One full-time servant or domestic help.
There were about 230 reported murders in the ENTIRE ! U.S.A. !
I am sure your friend is very lucky to have someone as precious as what you are *smiles*
21:53 May 16 2008 Times Read: 785
I really enjoy reading a journal that has the author's own words in it. I love the creativity flung left and right and the thoughts and ideas that get spewed.
I look at my journal and I see a bunch of things that are copied...things that are emailed to me and I find them funny or I find that I can relate to them, so I copy and paste them.
Where the hell was I when creative writing was being handed out?? lol
Someone made me think of you today. I thought of you all. One who portrayed a quiet, vulnerability, one who portrayed the spunky rebel, two who I never really knew.
Hell, when I think back on it, I'm not sure I ever REALLY knew any of you. I have to wonder who was the actual Sap here?
Part of me thinks it's me. It will always be me, because I'm the one who still hurts by it all. If I can hurt by thinking about that time in my life, that means it was important to me. You meant something to me.
Hah, funny to think about all of this and realize that I was the sap. I meant nothing to you all. I was another soldier who believed in the cause and rallied for it. I was another champion for something that I don't think ever existed..now. I was a sap.
I'm not that person anymore...or at least I don't think I am. I am stronger now and more aware.
But that strength and that awareness doesn't stop the hurt. On days like today, when the memories creep up on me, when the pain in my heart digs its way back in, I try to remember to be strong.
I wonder if you feel the same pain or loss? I know that thought isn't productive to my healing, but I can't help it. I wonder, did I make an impact at all on your life? Do you think of me at all?
I hope you choke on all the lies, I hope you hurt ten times worse than I do, but if you did, you'd have a heart and if you had a heart, you would never have done this in the first place.
Everytime, the pain is just a little easier to deal with. Some day, I won't have the pain at all.
*sigh* Jeesh I need to get past this...I hate these days!
It is rare that I lose my temper and let loose with my tongue, but let me find the fecker who made you feel like that! I'd have something to say, yea..nods. *hugs*
It is best to push those thoughts aside. Let's face it, anyone with half a brain would respect and recognize your worth. It is hard to move on, but you can do it :)
Meh > you a sap ? never....what you were perhaps was an opportunity for something good to come into someones life....sometimes people are blind...*hugs*
Does it ever end?
03:28 May 11 2008 Times Read: 842
Prom Day!
Of course they look beautiful! They're my kids! But damn, it's a hell of a time getting them there!
Tuxedo....$150.00
Prom Dress....$125.00
Nails and Hair....70.00
Floral.....$40.00
Realizing you're not as young as you used to be...........Priceless.
You've heard about people who have been abducted and had their kidneys removed by black-market organ thieves.
My thighs were stolen from me during the night a few years ago. I went to sleep and woke up with someone else's thighs. It was just that quick. The replacements had the texture of cooked oatmeal. Whose thighs were these and what happened to mine? I spent the entire summer looking for my thighs. Finally, hurt and angry, I resigned myself to living out my life in jeans. And then the thieves struck again.
My butt was next. I knew it was the same gang, because they took pains to match my new rear-end to the thighs they had stuck me with earlier. But my new butt was attached at least three inches lower than my original! I realized I'd have to give up my jeans in favor of long skirts.
Two years ago I realized my arms had been switched. One morning I was fixing my hair and was horrified to see the flesh of my upper arm swing to and fro with the motion of the hairbrush. This was really getting scary -- my body was being replaced one section at a time. What could they do to me next?
When my poor neck suddenly disappeared and was replaced with a turkey neck, I decided to tell my story. Women of the world, wake up and smell the coffee! Those 'plastic' surgeons are using REAL replacement body parts -- stolen from you and me! The next time someone you know has something 'lifted', look again -- was it lifted from you?
THIS IS NOT A HOAX. This is happening to women everywhere every night.
WARN YOUR FRIENDS!
PS Last year I thought someone had stolen my Boobs. I was lying in bed and they were gone! But when I jumped out of bed, I was relieved to see that they had just been hiding in my armpits as I slept. Now I keep them hidden in my waistband.
This really good looking guy comes into our office about once a month. I've been working here for 17 years and have enjoyed watching him...come and go forever! He's got a nice ass and his face is very purdy
We've got a new dispatcher working. She's pretty open and doesn't usually mince words. She tells it like it is.
So Emilio walks in and picks up a key and I catch a glimpse of him (I'd recognize that ass anywhere!) as he's leaving and I make a comment to Amanda (the new one). It's something along the lines of "Damn...I missed Emilio!" There were no whistles, I swear it!
About 20 minutes later, Amanda waltzes into my office telling me that Emilio is out front. I'm thinking he's waiting on something and ask her about it. She says "nope, he's waiting on you! I told him you wanted to see him." She breaks out giggling about now.
Ok...at this point, I'm right around the corner from the front office and I'm sure he's heard the last of our conversation.
I run smack into him and my face is red. I'm trying to figure out what to say.
What could I say, but the truth, right? I told him I hadn't seen him in ages and I wanted to be sure it was him. He laughs and says he's still around, but working hard. I tell him it's good to see him and he asks to take me to lunch the next time he's in.
Here's where my flirting gets me into trouble. I swear I just thought he was great looking. I didn't want to go out with him....hell, I'm married!
I tell him lunch sounds great! I could organize a group thing with the sheriff and the day shift to show our appreciation for his hard work.
It's definately not going to be forgotten anytime soon..lol
Cinco De Mayo
21:17 May 05 2008 Times Read: 880
Mexico
The holiday of Cinco de Mayo is primarily a regional holiday in Mexico, celebrated in the state of Puebla. There is some limited recognition of the holiday in other parts of the country. For the most part the celebrations combine food, music and dancing.
In Mexico City like the rest of the Mexican capitals all the young men who serve the military services pledge allegiance to the Mexican national flag and the institutions that it represents.
United States
In the United States, Cinco de Mayo has taken on a significance beyond that in Mexico. The date is perhaps best recognized in the United States as a date to celebrate the culture and experiences of Americans of Mexican ancestry, much as St. Patrick's Day, Oktoberfest, and the Chinese New Year are used to celebrate those of Irish, German, and Chinese ancestry, respectively. Similar to those holidays, Cinco de Mayo is observed by many Americans regardless of ethnic origin. Celebrations tend to draw both from traditional Mexican symbols, such as the Virgen de Guadalupe, and from prominent figures of Mexican descent in the United States, including César Chávez. To celebrate, many display Cinco de Mayo banners while school districts hold special events to educate pupils about its historical significance. Special events and celebrations highlight Mexican culture, especially in its music and regional dancing. Examples include ballet folklórico and mariachi demonstrations held annually at the Plaza del Pueblo de Los Angeles, near Olvera Street. Commercial interests in the United States have capitalized on the celebration, advertising Mexican products and services, with an emphasis on beverages, foods, and music.
Elsewhere
Events tied to Cinco de Mayo are also occuring outside Mexico and the United States. For example, a sky-diving club near Vancouver in Canada holds a Cinco de Mayo skydiving event. In the Cayman Islands, in the Caribbean, there is an annual Cinco de Mayo air guitar competition. As far away as the island of Malta, in the Mediterranean, revelers are encouraged to drink Mexican beer on May 5th.
the above pulled from http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Cinco_de_Mayo
There was a time when you mattered, when it all mattered.
That time was new for me, and I needed so much more than I do now. Is it sad to say I needed something from you? Does it make me less of a person? I don't think so.
At that time, what I needed, you were able to provide. My emotions were very battered at the time. You're guidance helped me remember that I DO count, that I CAN accomplish things, and that I AM someone important. Even if I'm the only one who sees that little tidbit...heh
I can stand amonst the group of self centered, verbally abusive, holier than thou elitists and not care. I can tell them to fuck off, each of them. I can walk away and it doesn't bother me in the least because I know I matter. Not to them, they mean nothing. I matter to you, I matter to me.
Nothing else is important, and for that I thank you :)
A 1st grade school teacher had twenty-six students in her class. She presented each child in her classroom the 1st half of a well-known proverb and asked them to come up with the remainder of the proverb. It's hard to believe these were actually done by first graders. Their insight may surprise you. While reading, keep in mind that these are first-graders, 6-year-olds, because the last one is a classic!
1.
Don't change horses
until they stop running.
2.
Strike while the
bug is close.
3.
It's always darkest before
Daylight Saving Time.
4.
Never underestimate the power of
termites.
5.
You can lead a horse to water but
How?
6.
Don't bite the hand that
looks dirty.
7.
No news is
impossible
8
A miss is as good as a
Mr.
9.
You can't teach an old dog new
Math
10
If you lie down with dogs, you'll
stink in the morning.
11
Love all, trust
Me.
12
The pen is mightier than the
pigs.
13
An idle mind is
the best way to relax.
14
Where there's smoke there's
pollution
15
Happy the bride who
gets all the presents.
16
A penny saved is
not much.
17
Two's company, three's
the Musketeers.
18
Don't put off till tomorrow what
you put on to go to bed.
19
Laugh and the whole world laughs with you, cry and
COMMENTS
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Nicodemas2
21:30 May 31 2008
Holy smokes! You mean I get to leave a comment????? Damn I've been gone too long! I've missed you too darlin and promise this is not just a one time visit. BIG HUGS!