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I will change UtR's Intro Page on the 13th of every month. (**except for holidays**)
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I've a wagon load of opinions on nearly every subject and I seem to gather enough steam occasionally to instigate a debate if the subject stirs me.
I have super-low tolerance for stupidity, child, senior and animal abusers, smelly old men who come on to any female and last but certainly not least, Criminal Politicians. 
I am a Christian, NOT perfected by any stretch.
Come on in, read, agree, disagree or just shake your head, I welcome your thoughts, all peoples, all nations, always. 
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YOU'VE GOT TO LOVE THIS RANCHER'S OUTLOOK & COMMON SENSE APPROACH TO LIFE .
While suturing a cut on the hand of a 75 year old rancher, who's hand was caught in the gate while working cattle, the doctor struck up a conversation with the old man. Eventually the topic got around to Obama and his bid to be our president.
The old rancher said, 'Well, ya know, Obama is a 'Post Turtle''. Not being familiar with the term, the doctor asked him what a 'post turtle' was. The old rancher said, 'When you're driving down a country road and you come across a fence post with a turtle balanced on top, that's a 'post turtle'.
The old rancher saw the puzzled look on the doctor's face so he continued to explain. 'You know he didn't get up there by himself, he doesn't belong up there, and he doesn't know what to do while he's up there, and you just wonder what kind of dumb ass put him up there to begin with'.
Subject: Fw: Dog Hero. . . A Must Read
I thought everyone should know about this dog and his story.
Especially like the ending ......
A Pet'sTen Commandments...........
Be sure to read them too.
My kind of dog!
The K9 above is Brutus, a military K9 at McChord.
He's huge - part Boxer and part British Bull Mastiff and tops the scales at 200 lbs..
His handler took the picture. Brutus is running toward me because he knows I have some Milk Bone treats, so he's slobbering away!
I had to duck around a tree just before he got to me in case he couldn't stop, but he did.
Brutus won the Congressional Medal of Honor last year from his tour in Iraq .
His handler and four other soldiers were taken hostage by insurgents. Brutus and his handler communicate by sign language and he gave Brutus the signal that meant 'go away but come back and find me'.
The Iraqis paid no attention to Brutus.
He came back later and quietly tore the throat out of one guard at one door and another guard at another door. He then jumped against one of the doors repeatedly (the guys were being held in an old warehouse ) until it opened.
He went in and untied his handler and they all escaped. He's the first K9 to receive this honor. If he knows you're okay, he's a big old lug and wants to sit in your lap. Enjoys the company of cats.
K-9 Congressional Medal of Honor Winner
Thought you'd find this interesting.
Talk about animal intelligence and bonding with humans!
Remember that they can't do a lot of things for themselves
and that they depend on you to make their life a quality life!
A PET'S TEN COMMANDMENTS.........
1. My life is likely to last 10-15 years.
Any separation from you is likely to be painful.
2. Give me time to understand what you want of me
3. Place your trust in me. It is crucial for my well-being.
4. Don't be angry with me for long and don't lock me up as punishment. You have your work, your friends, your entertainment,
but I have only you.
5. Talk to me. Even if I don't understand your words, I do understand your voice when speaking to me.
6. Be aware that however you treat me, I will never forget it.
7. Before you hit me, before you strike me, remember that I could hurt you, and yet, I choose not to bite you.
8. Before you scold me for being lazy or uncooperative, ask yourself if something might be bothering me. Perhaps I'm not getting the right food, I have been in the sun too long, or my heart might be getting old or weak.
9. Please take care of me when I grow old. You too, will grow old.
10. On the ultimate difficult journey, go with me please.
Never say you can't bear to watch. Don't make me face this alone. Everything is easier for me if you are there, because I love you so.
Take a moment today to thank God for your pets.
Enjoy and take good care of them.
Life would be a much duller,
less joyful experience without God's critters.
~Now please pass this on to other pet owners.
We do not have to wait for Heaven, to be surrounded
by hope, love, and joyfulness.
It is here on earth and has four legs!
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Little Johnny is at it again. . . .
President Obama was visiting a primary school and he visited one of the classes. They were in the middle of a discussion related to words and their meanings. The teacher asked the president if he would like to lead the discussion on the word 'tragedy'? So our illustrious president asked the class for an example of a 'tragedy'.
One little boy stood up and offered: 'If my best friend, who lives on a farm, is playing in the field and a tractor runs over him and kills him, would that be a tragedy?'
"No," said Obama, "that would be an accident."
A little girl raised her hand: "If a school bus carrying 50 children drove over a cliff, killing everyone inside, would that be a tragedy?"
"I'm afraid not,' explained Obama. 'That's what we would call great loss."
The room went silent. No other children volunteered. Obama searched the room. 'Isn't there someone here who can give me an example of a tragedy?'
Finally at the back of the room, Little Johnny raised his hand. In a quiet voice he said:
"If the plane carrying you and Mrs. Obama was struck by a 'friendly fire' missile and blown to smithereens that would be a tragedy?"
'Fantastic!' exclaimed Obama.. 'That's right. And can you tell me why that would be tragedy?'
'Well,' says the boy, 'It has to be a tragedy, because it certainly wouldn't be a great loss . . . And it probably wouldn't be an accident either.
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From an email forward/Nevada;
A man was being tailgated by a stressed out woman on a busy boulevard. Suddenly, the light turned yellow just in front of him. He did the right thing, stopping at the crosswalk, even though he could have beaten the red light by accelerating through the intersection.
The tailgating woman was furious and honked her horn, screaming in frustration, as she missed her chance to get through the intersection, dropping her cell phone and makeup.
As she was still in mid-rant, she heard a tap on her window and looked up into the face of a very serious police officer The officer ordered her to exit her car with her hands up.
He took her to the police station where she was searched, fingerprinted, photographed and placed in a holding cell. After a couple of hours, a policeman approached the cell and opened the door. She was escorted back to the booking desk where the arresting officer was waiting with her personal effects.
He said, 'I'm very sorry for this mistake. You see, I pulled up behind your car while you were blowing your horn, flipping off the guy in front of you and cussing a blue streak at him.
I noticed the 'What Would Jesus Do' bumper sticker,
the 'Choose Life' license plate holder,
the 'Follow Me to Sunday-School' bumper sticker and
the chrome-plated Christian fish emblem on the trunk; naturally. . . I assumed you had stolen the car.'
Priceless. 
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Sunday morning, up early, coffee brewing. Son is at work and Tom is still sleeping with his door shut. MY TIME!
No TV, no noise of any kind, 'cept Max and Mollie chasing each other, running like two elephants that smell water. 
Tamra has instructions not to contact me on the weekends until noon so I had some sweet time to myself.
I filed and filed and sorted through paperwork that needs attention. Made sub-piles and emergency "to do" piles and had a pile to file in #13. That's my favorite,  , reducing my paper load. Dang, it does grow as if it were alive, doncha' know?
Friday, I met with Tamra's Registered Nurse, Priscilla, a black South African who is married and has children. She was so pleasant and patient. She estimated that I could work up to 30 hours a week, or six hours a day for five days a week or however Tamra wants to engage me.
Tamra called and told me that I start Monday (tomorrow), I told her that I will start after I sign some document and complete the tax forms, not before then. So I'm sure I'll see Miss Priscilla tomorrow.
I believe that within a relatively short time, I can pay cash for a vehicle and that sends me into orbit! Our own transportation. It's been 2.5 years already and I can't wait to take myself to appointments, the grocery store, church activities and what-not.
I know going in the door that I will be biting my tongue a bit. Tom said he wouldn't last long if it were him, so I remind him every time he starts about it that, you are right, it isn't about you, it's about US getting and having at our disposal a vehicle. So how about showing a microscopic sample of support? Huh?
Shelley, (the daughter of the elderly abused woman who lives next door to Tam) managed to be involved in the deaths of two men, about two weeks ago. There was a write-up in the Houston Chronicle about it.
She was fighting with her illegal Honduran boyfriend over cocaine, when he pulled a knife and attempted to stab her. She fled to a neighbor's home and he came to her aide. While still at his front door, her lover stabbed her in the back, (literally) then he killed her neighbor. When HPD appeared on the scene, the boyfriend was poised to stab her yet again when the police shot him in the head and killed him.
I told Tam she better be looking out that peephole before opening the door and if THAT woman comes to her door screaming for help, tell her that she would call 911, but not to open the door. Tamra might be in danger like the neighbor was and is no more! 
Saturday night Tam & I watched Schindler's List. I had seen it before, but it was a long time ago and there were parts that I didn't remember. I thought it was very well done. I think Liam Neeson is an A-1 actor and he surely didn't disappoint in this film.
Tamra had never seen it so it was a 3-hour+ treat for her. Whenever the scenes were a bit graphic she'd grab a cigarette and stand in the open doorway to her apartment and smoke furiously like she was in a big hurry!
We went through a bag of cheap chips and put a big dent in a tub of Dean's Ranch dip during that movie. Better than forking out cinema prices and concession bucks! 
So what do you think our Secretary of State is building a foundation for  She's definitely caching her political ammo and reserves for what's coming before the end of this year. I think there will be a re-institution of the draft, that will transpire around the Christmas holidays. You best believe that she's up to something.
Chavez talks like he wants a piece of the USA along with Iran and all of Israel's other
enemies. The world and its leaders are murmuring and complaining - it all has a specific meaning that I don't pretend to know, just that;
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I've received emails for the bp recipe and it's my pleasure to provide it here so you too may receive compliments out the ying-yang. You, like my friend Cindy, will receive "brownie points" for presenting this at your next Big Deal Meal!
It's so simple - you'll make it often and get the kudos like it's the first time, every time you serve it. 
Ingredients:
1 14 oz. can of condensed milk
1.5 c of cold water
1 small Jello vanilla instant pudding mix
1 pint of whipping cream
1 bag of vanilla wafers (name brand wafers are too expensive, I use the 99 cent bag, and since they have a tendency to break up easier, I buy two, they don't go to waste as we enjoy peanut butter wafer sammiches )
3 or 4 ripe bananas (depends on size)
Real lemon juice
Now, dissolve the condensed milk in the water with whisk/whip or electric hand mixer.
Sprinkle the dry vanilla pudding mix as you continue mixing until all is used. Set bowl in fridge to stay cool.
Place whipping cream in bowl and whip until thickened/stiff. But don't over whip it!
Retrieve pudding bowl from fridge and fold in whipping cream. *I fold initially and then I use the hand mixer to completely mix the two bowls' contents.
Now the fun starts - Use a large non-slotted spoon or 1/2 cup measuring cup and dump a measure of the pudding mixture in the bottom of a round glass 2 quart pyrex bowl and spread evenly.
Arrange cookies on top in a single layer.
Peel bananas and cut crossways, then place in the lemon juice bath. Using a toothpick or fork, slide each banana round from the lemon juice, allow for excess to drip off and place on top of each cookie.
Repeat with pudding/cream mixture, cookies, and nanner slices until all the pudding mixture has been used.
Top the dish with vanilla wafers in some design if you wish and pop into the fridge with a WARNING: Won't be "ready" for 24 hours. Reason being, the time factor allows the cookies to soften and anticipation builds in your loved ones.
The next day when that time comes, sit back and absorb the compliments and soak up the endearments! 
You'll find yourself making this dessert for holidays, reunions and special get-togethers.
When asked where you got the recipe you can say, "some blogger at Writing.Com bragged about it so I thought I'd try it." You might not get "brownie points" but you'll get plenty of requests for "seconds".
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Poor Rush Limbaugh - Just can't seem to get a good NFL team these days.
Seems the controversial radio talk show star has made enemies in high places and he's been cut out of the bidding process for an interest in the Rams football team.
I heard Rush's comment about it, since the gag order was lifted once he was out of the bidding negotiations, he simply said, it wasn't himself that he was concerned about but what this meant overall for the country and it ain't good. 
The divisions in this country are getting wider and deeper. People seem to be out for themselves and to hell with what that entails. People's lives are changed, some are ruined by the selfish acts of others. Look what Madoff did and how many were affected by his bald-faced greed and deceit.
Enron, those poor employees. The financial institution's top echelon and monetary wizards with golden parachutes have continued on with their lives. I don't see how those enormous bonus packages can be legal while the corporation's financial health looms at the abyss.
I thought one received a bonus for outstanding and exemplary expertise. If that's what a bonus is based on, how do these guys get it? Their pitiful companies show losses quarter after bleeding quarter, yet the bonus package is delivered in spite of the company's or corporation's performance. This goes against all logic. Rewarding poor performance. That's like giving a treat to a puppy for wetting the living room carpet. Crazee!
I have always maintained that just because something is new does not mean it's better or good. Here we are in the 21st century, in a technological fireball, with state-of-the-art inventions that society has deemed as good for us and what has happened to our social skills?
We are so cut-off from each other willingly! Snail mail is considered archaic but my pen pal Melody prefers my snail mail letter over a phone call any day. Do you remember the feeling you got the last time a letter from a relative or good friend arrived in your mailbox? Especially if it's a fat envelope.
Melody will send pics of newborn goats, or any newborn farm animal with a note attached and tells me that "this don't count as a letter", I know Mel, I know.
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FLASH: Tamra's abuser went to court on the 13th and again it was re-set! I called the victim's line for the update and the lady said sometimes the reason for many re-sets is one or the other side requires MORE TIME TO PREPARE! 
I wonder if sending a copy of the faux paux legal document they forced her to sign back in April this year has anything to do with the re-sets? Hmmm . . .
08/24/09 - 09/08/09 - 10/13/09 and now 12/03/09. I guess November is already full due to the Thanksgiving break.
So every time they appear in the courtroom and it's re-set it cost Tamra's wicked step-mother  S. Tamra likes this kind of justice. Especially since the threats of step-mom's bank account was a constant source of fear for Tam.
From a Nevada email forward:
THAT Could be !!!
If a conservative doesn’t like guns, he doesn`t buy one.
If a liberal doesn't like guns, he wants all guns outlawed.
If a conservative is a vegetarian, he doesn`t eat meat.
If a liberal is a vegetarian, he wants all meat products banned for everyone.
If a conservative sees a foreign threat, he thinks about how to defeat his enemy.
A liberal wonders how to surrender gracefully and still look good.
If a conservative is homosexual, he quietly leads his life.
If a liberal is homosexual, he demands legislated respect.
If a black man or Hispanic are conservative, they see themselves as independently successful.
Their liberal counterparts see themselves as victims, in need of government protection.
If a conservative is down-and-out, he thinks about how to better his situation.
A liberal wonders who is going to take care of him.
If a conservative doesn’t like a talk show host, he switches channels.
Liberals demand that those they don’t like be shut down.
If a conservative is a non-believer, he doesn’t go to church.
A liberal non-believer wants any mention of God and religion silenced. ( Unless it’s a foreign religion, of course! )
If a conservative decides he needs health care, he goes about shopping for it, or may choose a job that provides it.
A liberal will demand that the rest of us pay for his.
If a conservative reads this, he'll forward it so his friends can have a good laugh.
A liberal will delete it because of it's truths, and he's "offended".
Which one are you reader?
Are you ING . . . or 
Tonight was kinda neat for me in that I wasn't expecting anything special. Just being with this group of women from all denominations, has a comforting effect upon me. The sharing of our group-prepared meal each week, announcements, prayer, having our Small Group in-depth study, end of class prayer, the Beth Moore presentation and final prayer.
Tonight was my group's time to prepare the meal so it was (authentic butter) croissants, cold cuts, baked crackers (the healthy kind) with two dips, two kinds of chicken salad, one with walnuts and one without. Dessert was my famous ice-box banana pudding. Umph!
The first thing that pleasured my audio sensors was the ladies asking, "who did this? Is it homemade? Looks beautiful!" Complete with all the pleasant, musical voice tones. Tamra was first to inform the ladies who made the bp as I enjoyed silently the accolades.
As I watched some of these health-conscious women of God cut the croissant in half because of calories and wave off condiments, take a tiny fingersful of baked chip/cracker things and absolutely no dip, I waited for the initial taste to register. Then it came, through approving grunts, ahhhs and Mmms surrounding me.
My eyes just happened upon Cindy as she took her first spoonful, she quietly rose, got a bowl for her husband, she said bp was his favorite and this would score her some "brownie points". I said to her with mock shock, "Cindy are you in need of brownie points with your husband?"
Playfully she replied, "All the time."
Three ladies asked for the recipe -
someone said it was better than their Mama's. (** yes, you bet that was the best compliment tonight  **)
It was a double recipe and wiped out - these ladies who were so diet conscious with the other food there had really mounded their bowls! I heard my name called out about ten times and loved the sound their dessert-happy voices made!
In our Small Group, Linda our Group Leader asked me if I would close the class with prayer. I was so elated to be asked, to simply be there and share something I made with these ladies that they enjoyed, that I was in another place. When called upon, I was in such a state of elation that I don't remember what I said, because I seemed to be unconscious, yet I wasn't of course, I was praying my happiness and gratitude in such a dimension/realm (**I don't know what to call it**) that I can't remember what I said. 
It was like a good dream that you cannot remember and you really want to recall it. My mouth was moving and words were coming out; plus I was filled with a super sense of well-being. There was a river of words flowing from my mouth to their ears. For that suspension of time that I can't remember, I fall deeper in love with my Lord.
As we all gathered in the sanctuary for the presentation, the air conditioning was deemed not working. Since the majority of women are post-menopausal, the vote was cast and we kissed and hugged our good-byes.
After what He did on the Cross, I was willing to sweat a little. But the majority rules, that's democracy!
My cheesecake is a winner as well. Yes, I make other dishes, like green bean casserole, dressing, chicken and rice (Cody's favorite). My refried beans, guacamole and Spanish rice are about the extent of my Mexican food fiesta.
Yeah I am chatty tonight - the evening was wonderful and loving. Wishing for you the same surroundings.
My sig should say blahhhg instead of pieces eh?
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understanding.
You've probably seen this already but for those you haven't . . .
When you click on the link scroll down to the video - It's MAGNIFICENT 
http://buzz.yahoo.com/buzzlog/93092?fp=1
This JUST IN to the Stealthmode'z Sizzling Shortz;
We have learned that President Obama has been invited to throw out the first baseball for Game One of the World Series.
The administration notified officials that the White House regrets President Obama will not be able to comply due to a torn rotator cup he sustained when throwing the Constitution out the window of the Oval Office.
Bada Bing, Bada Boom, rim shot!
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From a Nevada email fwd:
While discussing the upcoming Universal Health Care program the other day, I think we came up with a good plan.
I'm sure you've heard the idea that if you’re a senior you need to suck it up and abandon the idea that you need any health care. A new hip? Unheard of. We simply can't afford to take care of you anymore. You don't need any medications for your high blood pressure, diabetes, heart problems, etc. Let’s take care of the young people. After all, they'll be ruling the world very soon.
So here's the solution. When you turn 70, you get a gun and 4 bullets. You're allowed to shoot 2 senators and 2 representatives. Of course, you'll be sent to prison where you will get three meals a day, a roof over your head and all the health care you need! New teeth, great! Need glasses, no problem. New hip, knee, kidney, lung, heart? Bring it on. And who will be paying for all of this? The same government that just told you that you're too old for health care. And, since you're a prisoner, you don't have to pay any income tax.
I really think we have found a perfect solution!
If God brings you to it, He will bring you thru it!
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MY ANNIVERSARY at WRITING.COM - SIX MONTHS 
I celebrated by listening to Glenn Beck really LOUD. AND AND . . . ooh, let me get my breath . . . ahhh, yes!
I LOVE THAT GUY!
He's better, much more politically incorrect than O'Reilly and I predicted that Beck's show would outpace O'Reilly's in the ratings once he came over from CNN Headline News.
If Glenn lives long enough and by that I DO mean, since the White House has openly declared war on Fox News, it could get very ugly. Stranger and more conspiratorial things have happened. When the Big Dogs want something done, it gets done. Know what I mean? Former President Bill Clinton has many questionable episodes in his political career going all the way back to his Governor of Arkansas position.
This unprecedented presidential attack on a news organization is simply another distraction from the left, so focus can be taken away from the real meat of the matter.
I'm really impressed by all Beck has spearheaded and been a great national organizer of. He has moved the masses of America to hang onto the Constitution regardless of the movement that's currently in motion.
Those radicals in Washington are creepy and getting to the root of the corruption is going to take some testes and ovaries. Glenn has the balls and the platform from which America can tell these overpaid, over-compensated, lying, non-social-security paying, lazy and worthless politicians that we'll SEE 'EM AT THE POLLS come voting day -
Let 'em throw that around the chamber floor for a while.
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I received this review 09/29/09 from a Preferred Author regarding my entry in the Quotation Inspiration Contest.
Hi there!
I'm sorry that I'm late getting to your review- I notice the contest has already been judged, but I wanted to give you my thoughts anyway :)
I have to say that I really enjoyed this poem. Given the prompt for the contest, I love your unique take on the fountain of youth. Your rhyme was wonderful, and it seemed so effortless. So many times a rhyming poem seems forced, but this had a very natural feel to it. You punctuated the poem well, and I must say it was helpful as the flow of the poem was upbeat and bouncy. The beat of the poem was very good.
There was only one line that kind of tripped me up a bit- "men at sea, where in wave-foam frolicked nymphs."- I'm not sure, but I think it was the "wave-foam" that got me. I like the line, but it just took me a minute to get it to come out right :) It is really hard for me to pick a favorite part of the poem, because I really liked the entire thing; however, if I had to pick, I would go with the 4th stanza--
Lagoons, deaf'ning waterfalls, mirrored pools
splashing sounds; lake-top, sparkling like jewels.
Enticing men to drink deep its splendor,
fruits, tantalizingly fermented tender.
I absolutely love the landscape description in the first two lines. The last two lines made my mouth water! Great stanza!
I thought you did a great job and definitely deserved to place in the contest.
So, it came to pass . . .
in the Brier Patch of Disappointment, that It's All in Motion   swallowed her pride;
re-dedicated, re-committed and re-assigned her priorities to push the plume .
The above is a LIE. I did not intentionally LIE when I wrote it. But as I read over some entries of late, I have to come to grips with the FACT that the above excerpt from a previous "Mel's Bday/Laugh and the world laughs with you . . ."  (**past the fish banner**) is indeed not true now. I doubt is was true when I thought I believed it.
Funny how we tell ourselves, rather berate ourselves for having certain feelings that aren't considered mature or politically correct.
Yes, I see clearer now, in this present time, why people stay in denial like I did for decades. I assimilated information that was factual (as I perceived it), stored in the grey matter until such time I would need to retrieve it. Then there's the situations, that have all these variables, conditions and pre-existing conditions attached or added on by whatever and whomever, whenever
In my efforts to be more Christ-like and mature, I deny what in REALITY is actually happening. > > > DENIAL, I know ALL about it. I must be still very good at it, because I deny my entry was a loser.
I process all information quickly and store, however on items begging some opinion, some stand that I firmly believe in my heart, would not make it to the airwaves. Why you ask? They were not main-stream thought or convention. They rocked the boat and the status quo.
That's why the '60's movement appealed to me sooo much. We did plant some seeds back then, and it's taken 40 years to germinate. I should go into the examples of 40 years/days, etc. that are given us in the biblical text but I won't set myself up for Christian persecution today.
Pretending to go along with, (denying my true thoughts and feelings) garnered more "friendships" and human contact that I sorely needed to "feel" connected and a part of. (**until a few years ago **)
Loneliness makes folks do strange things, like when Tom and I started living together, December 1980, his truck driver job could keep him on the road for up to three weeks at a time.
To beat the "blues" I would get the Greensheet or some other neighborhood circular and call the Pet Ads, inquiring about puppies or kittens. People love to discuss their passion for whatever breed it is and will talk at great lengths, and do so happily. I was listening to happy music-boxes and the time did go by. I usually ended up thanking them repeatedly so I might go to the next ad.
That's lonely my friends, very lonely. It did keep me out of trouble and loosely resembled shopping or going to a movie but of course, it was zero cost!
Hey, back to the main trail, yes, whenever I spoke my truth, it caused mayhem, crappy attitudes and nay sayers, but an occasional sage of both sexes has told me wonderful things that I hold dear and their advise was not allow those of questionable resources to stir my simmering pot of emerging thoughts and ideas. I never took that advice to heart soon enough.
For too many years I was in total denial. I was on automatic, not challenging the status quo that's so flippin' important. Who knows? What I think and do may well stop the earth on its axis or something equally catastrophic.
Thank God and I mean All Three, that I ain't denying anything anymore! But I was about to DID fall right back into the former mind-set and even typed it right here in my own blahhhg that I was re-committed. That's a load of bull sheet, like I have no interest in this blahhhg like I used to. (** sigh **)
The most bothersome part for me is how a friend attempted, disregarded how I felt then preached to me about it. Thanks but I'll courteously overlook your heart?felt concern to make me feel better and lick my own wounds.
As a friend with your assessments at my time of need, I don't need non-friends .
Friends do not preach to friends - E V E R
Scrap the platitudes, the old worn-out cliches and the judges-must-have-liked-theirs better bullshit, I know drivel when I read it and I have read some right here on this site and they have won awards
So don't tell me there isn't politics alive and working well-greased right here at Writing.Com. And call me whatever you wish - call me sour grapes, call me bitter, call me a sore loser, but I cannot be called a LIAR, not here pretending to be so noble and balanced and unfazed by contest judges decisions.
Maybe because they aren't qualified to be judging
what they are called to judge
Attention: MEN - little known fact . . .
The first testicular guard "cup" was used in hockey in 1874, the first helmet was used in 1974.
It took men 100 years to realize that
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Subject: Christmas in D.C.
THERE WILL NOT BE A NATIVITY SCENE IN WASHINGTON THIS YEAR.
THE SUPREME COURT HAS RULED THAT THERE CANNOT BE A NATIVITY SCENE IN THE UNITED STATES CAPITAL THIS CHRISTMAS SEASON.
THIS WAS NOT DONE FOR ANY RELIGIOUS REASON, THEY SIMPLY HAVE NOT BEEN ABLE TO FIND THREE WISE MEN IN THE NATION'S CAPITOL.
THERE WAS NO PROBLEM, HOWEVER, IN FINDING ENOUGH ASSES TO COMPLETELY FILL-UP THE STABLE.
THE SEARCH FOR A VIRGIN CONTINUES.
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In my email from Nevada;
Curtis & Leroy saw an ad in the Starkville Daily News Newspaper in Starkville, MS. and bought a mule for $100.
The farmer agreed to deliver the mule the next day.
The next morning the farmer drove up and said, "Sorry, fellows, I have some bad news, the mule died last night."
Curtis & Leroy replied, "Well, then just give us our money back."
The farmer said, "Can't do that. I went and spent it already."
They said, "OK then, just bring us the dead mule."
The farmer asked, "What in the world yall gonna do with a dead mule?"
Curtis said, "We gonna raffle him off."
The farmer said, "You can't raffle off a dead mule!"
Leroy said, "We shore can! Heck, we don't hafta tell nobody he's dead!"
A couple of weeks later. . .
The farmer ran into Curtis & Leroy at the Piggly Wiggly grocery store and asked,
"What'd you fellers ever do with that dead mule?"
They said,"We raffled him off like we said we wuz gonna' do."
Leroy said,"Shucks, we sold 500 tickets fer two dollars apiece and made a profit of $898."
The farmer said, "My Lord, didn't anyone complain?"
Curtis said, "Well, the feller who won got upset. So we gave him his two dollars back."
Curtis and Leroy now work for the government. They're overseeing the Bailout Program.
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A French doctor says, 'Medicine in my country is so advanced that we can take a kidney out of one man, put it in another, and have him looking for work in six weeks.'
A German doctor says. 'That is nothing; we can take a lung out of one person, put it in another, and have him looking for work in four weeks.
The Russian doctor says, 'In my country, medicine is so advanced that we can take half a heart out of one person, put it in another, and have them both looking for work in two weeks.'
An American doctor, not to be outdone, says, 'You guys are way behind. We recently took a man with no brains out of Illinois, put him in the White House, and now half the country is looking for work.'
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