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Today I am grateful for age!! I can not believe I am saying that, I have
fought it, denied it, lied about it, wished I could have turned it
back, and at times even had a do over. <br /> Today and it could be just
for today I am grateful for my age, and all that it has brought me to
here and not to be the 20 or 30 somethings of today and definitely not
the children of today. I might have my problems, made my mistakes
(plenty),but I haven't been over analyzed, stimulated, drugged, s<span class="text_exposed_show">tressed,
ignored, put in front of little technical devices to be entertained
24/7, over/under educated, exposed to things at ages no one should ever
be exposed to their whole lives, to a point that these 20-30 somethings
are lashing out, freaking out, breaking down at unbelievable rates and
by ages that are staggering, they won't make it to their 40's. <br /> My age, not disclosed, <i class="_4-k1 img sp_fM-mz8spZ1b sx_7f72ac"><u>wink emoticon</u></i>
has brought me to a love and appreciation of all things in nature. To
be outside and how to be outside, being able to do things with my hands,
simple things for myself, that until recently that I thought were
common sense. But know its called "lost arts", really?? We all grew up
doing this stuff every day! We were taught real and useful education,
even though we didn't think so, most of it we have used, we know how to
write, we can print and write in cursive. We know how to use a library
and read a book in print. We can handle more stressful situations,
because we know how to de-stress, its call having fun without destroying
someone else's property. We know what respect is, because we were
taught it, one way or the other.<br /> There is another thing I'm grateful
for my age about, It's given my "not give a fuck" button a wider berth
(boating term) and my "don't fuck with" button an even wider berth. I
guess what I'm saying is I care deeper for the things that matter to me
and the one that don't, I flick like a flea and don't give another
thought.<br /> Age may give us a lot of negatives, but it seems it also
gives us a lot of positives. DAMN DAMN!!! This realization came as I
listened last evening to one of my son's friends sit and tell my honey
and I that he was in the hospital after he passed out as he was about to
punch a guy at work, he's 25. The ER told him he had some sort of
stress related heart attack, and that if he didn't relieve some of his
stress, he would have a heart attack and that his blood pressure was
thorough the roof, he's 25. So now he's on blood pressure medications
and has doctor appointments up the ass. <br /> So yes I'm grateful for my
age today! my coping abilities, my hard times, not being handed
everything, working my ass off as a kid, fighting for everything I
wanted, because its taught me how to blow off steam in the good ole boy
way, not stress the small shit, choose my battles, and let go of the
things that were causing me harm and stress. <br /> Age who knew i'd be grateful for you one day!</span>FTF~BLONDE~http://www.blogger.com/profile/11337229964857975993noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5407660477100961934.post-43513496036324870212015-09-19T08:18:00.001-07:002015-09-19T08:18:42.828-07:00WILD MUSTANGS! Just a little something <ul class="commentList">
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<span class="commentBody" data-jsid="text">As a young girl growing up the last horse I had before my world fell apart was the best horse, I really didn't think of him as a horse, he was my friend, my partner, my escape, my love, my life, my future, he knew my my every thought and move sometimes even before I did, but we didn't start out that way. My last horse started off as if you looked at him headed for the glue factory,he was a California/Nevada Mustang already heading to his second home.</span><br />
<span class="commentBody" data-jsid="text">My Mustang was wilder than anything when i got him, you'd think he just came from the ranges but he was supposedly broke. He was the most beautiful thing you ever saw, midnight black, 3 white socks and a white question mark on his beautiful face. When i bought him from <span class="text_exposed_show">his previous owner he was not well taken care of nor was he broke. What he was, was hard on the eyes, under weight and also understatement of being green broke and tried anything and everything to kill me just to get me off his back when i tried him out. After that first ride I was set on getting that horse. My mother, had other ideas, she even made me try him out on two separate occasions he was that rank. He tried to rare, buck, bite, run away, stomp on me, everything a rank unbroken horse could do, this little dirty black horse did do, he did and quick, like lightening,he could have put a PCRA rough stock bucking horse to shame and if i hadn't been riding my whole life and seen the spark that lit when this horse moved and the intelligence that he had he probably would have succeeded in killing me he wasn't trying kill me he just wanted me off his back and was doing damn fine job at, but I was having the time of my life. On both occasion I walked out of those test rides dusty, exhausted, exhilarated, and with the biggest smile on my face that nobody could wipe off even if they tried. I knew that horse was gonna be mine, even if I had to steal him, I wanted him that bad. </span></span><br />
<span class="commentBody" data-jsid="text"><span class="text_exposed_show"> I bought that Mustang on that second try out, no questions but with many arguments with my parents. But I was going to have that horse. I knew we would be good together and he would be the challenge I was ready for. We got him home and he was a terror to our other horses, he wanted to run the herd, he wast the wild mustang after all, or at least that's what his attitude was in the pasture. I would hear his squeals and battles in the fields those first few weeks and just laugh. I knew we were so much a like. We were told he was about 6, and catching him in our pastures was nearly impossible. I had to trick him every day. I would feed him under a huge pine tree, I'd drop a huge flake of hay and some grain and then I'd climb up the tree and wait until he was engrossed in eating and then I'd jump, yes jump on to his back and hang on for dear life, because with him, I was taking my like in my hands, as soon as he realized that I was on his back he would take off hell bent on getting me off his back, going through the bushes, under trees and limbs, jumping logs and berms, anything to get rid of me. After months of doing this twice a day it became a game and a leisurely run with the other horses sometimes chasing us and always our German Shepard would join in on the chase He would chase us trying to make us run even faster, at first this was not a funny thing, a 115lb dog nipping at a wild horses heels and me hanging on only by his mane and my legs it was not a good combination, but I'm sure the scene was funnier than anything you've seen on Americas funniest videos.</span></span><br />
<span class="commentBody" data-jsid="text"><span class="text_exposed_show"> During all of this, I was taking English and Dressage lessons from a wonderful lady name Judy Herman and I would take Liquorice Twist on my weekend classes because those days it was just a more relaxed day and Judy just needed a good laugh, and that is when Liquorice got his name. Anytime Judy would ask us to do this one dressage move Liquorice would get it in his head to take off like a banshee, and i would just let him, well at first I wouldn't let him, but after Judys' reactions the first few dozen times i couldn't help myself and then I would just laugh my but off!! and Judy would just sit there and scream "control your horse! control your horse!!" and we would go back to the previous move and we'd start again and it would happen again and again, and by the end of the lesson Judy would be sitting on the arenas floor laughing so hard she'd just about pee her pants. So when we were going through names for my little black box of dynamite, sitting on the arena floor one during a Saturday afternoon laughing fit discussing my little horses name, because the name he came with just wasn't doing it for us we couldn't even call him by it, it was barred, I wanted something with finesse and punch, my instructor wanted something that would stand out in the show ring, go figure. We went through tons and tons of names, putting parts of names in hats and piecing them together with other names, and finally when he kept doing the open rein twist and taking off, and to boot he was the color of wet Liquorice it all came together, hence the name; Liquorice Twist. Over countless hours, lots and lots of lessons, patience's,diligence and my stubbornness and pure love for this horse we became inseparable and he would do anything i asked him, i could do a dead mans ride on him, hang from his tail and he'd drag me, ask him to jump 6 ft jumps and he'd clear them and go back for a higher one, go threw any obstacle I would put in front of him or that we came across on the trail and he</span> would do it willingly, with out balking, ears forward and just with a slight nudge from my seat he would go anywhere I asked, he was amazing he would do anything I asked him as long as I should him the same trust.</span><br />
<span class="commentBody" data-jsid="text"> One weekend we were at our riding clubs arena practicing for the upcoming show and there were some of the "high fluting" girls with their high dollar horses there practicing. We were all doing our thing and we were practicing jumping and getting our horses warmed up and use to the arena, the sights and equipment. As we show girls do we started having a jump off. I have to tell you my little mustang was just over 15 hands, barely a horse by horse measurements some of those professional horses were well over 16 hands, they made my baby look like a pony. We'd canter around the arena and take a stab at the jump, it was a game of HORSE with jumps, you know like they do in basketball? Anyway you make the jump you get to jump again and it goes up a tire, you miss your out. Well needless to say the jump kept going up and up and this dang jump was up to my horses nose and we were still going and he wasn't stopping or missing, and all these girls were going," whats that horse made of springs" and i just would smile and make another pass. We never did miss, my mother made us stop and said, "OK Shawnee enough showing off" I really wasn't I just wanted to see how high we could go, he really was amazing and the bond we had was just like we were one. It was so much fun riding him. When we finally did quit that jump that we hadn't missed, it was well over 6ft. high and he hadn't missed once or balked it once. He was like the wind and had the wings of an eagle, I think that's why the Native Americans were so impressed with them they are swift, agile and can fly threw the air so swift you wont even see them and they are just little slight things you'd think they would be frail and fragile, but they are hardy, strong, and have the heart of a bear. </span></div>
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<span class="commentBody" data-jsid="text">On the trail he was spook proof, but that came from being in the band always being on the look out for dangers, we did do a lot of playing with anything and everything we'd ride up to something and he'd snort it out and stomp his hooves and decided he'd won that battle and march past it and it wasn't ever a problem again. On an over night trail ride I decided to ride in my English saddle for two reasons, one is that he hated the western saddle, being short bodied he'd liked to buck if you put a western saddle on him, and two, I used a cloth girth and this way i could pull my stir-ups up and run through the rivers with out ruining my saddle, hence not getting my butt into trouble. Liquorice loved the trail I think it reminded him of the wild and with me on his back i don't think he minded because i loved be free and i would just give him his head and give him his way, i knew he would take care of me. He was sure footed and agile, steep inclines or declines were nothing to him, I think he was part mountain goat and he could go on for days if i needed him to. He'd out ride the trail bosses, they weren't to happy about that, but i had been riding that trail ride since i was 6 so it was no to big of a worry, i wasn't going to get that lost. But when we'd get to the rivers, I'd put my stir-ups up and we'd blaze through the water and have a blast. Then back to the trail and over and under anything I should have thought about doing endurance rides, I've heard mustangs make awesome endurance horses, I can see why, they are like the energizer bunny they never stop and do anything you ask them. We'd arrive in camp and he wouldn't even be tired, it was like a walk on the beach, but we had been doing runs on the beach for months so he was in amazing shape and condition. </span><br />
<span class="commentBody" data-jsid="text">To see him run in the pasture was a sight to be seen, like seeing them in the wild, manes flowing, tales flying high, bucking and kicking, his favorite thing. It was like time standing still if only for an instant. </span></div>
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<span class="commentBody" data-jsid="text">In our first show he really out did himself in all his beauty, i was a nervous wreck, he was the picture of calmness. I couldn't even remember my contestant number, no kidding! I had been riding in shows, parades, playday's, and gymkhana my whole life and this one i couldn't remember my number. We were only entered in 3 classes, this being his first show, but we had been doing great so far, in the first 2 classes and in the 3rd class which we knew was going to be our best and the strange thing: my parents sponsored the silver plate. If your a horse person you'll understand this. You have to understand this was a huge 2 day horse show with 50 contestants in a class, with horses that cost tens of thousands of dollars, I paid $500 for my little wonderful mustang, I'm 12, they are mostly professional riders, I'm training for the 80 Olympics (hopefully) yep I forgot my number. The class is English pleasure horse and rider, where both the horse and rider are judge together. I had thought through out the class we had done really well he had done everything I had asked him correctly without fail, i felt stiff, i was a nervous wreck, we were asked to line up in front of the judge, and they start calling out the ribbons starting from 6th and I'm not called and all the way to 2nd I'm not called, I'm patting Liquorice's neck telling him its OK, he did a great job ignoring the loud speaker and the lady on the massively expensive warm blood next to me says," um that's you, you just won." I say "Me are you sure? whats my number?" She says my number and i numbly trot up to the presenter of the ribbon and silver, my father, in total and utter shock and in tears. On the way out of the arena my best friend came over to congratulate me and i busted out into tears and she just laughed at me. Liquorice, my little wild mustang had just won English pleasure horse and rider at his first show, he had truly come a long way and had come to truly trust me. In retrospect winning that damn class was my down fall with my horse, my baby, my love. But in that moment I don't think I had ever been happier or prouder. </span></div>
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<span class="commentBody" data-jsid="text">Liquorice and I had many many adventures he was my escape from a very dysfunctional family life and anytime i wanted to feel free or safe i would go out into the field and jump onto his back and just lay there bare back and he'd take me for a ride it was no longer a ride to rid his rider but a trip between friends discussing what had happen that day, we'd talk as he galloped over limbs and under trees, I'd sit and watch him graze on grass while i laid in the field making a daisy chain for his beautiful black neck. Then we'd be off again, i no longer needed to trick him to catch him, but still was our game, he'd try and out smart me to see if i could catch him before he finished his breakfast or his dinner before our rides, I think he just enjoyed our little naked runs through the fields, i know they were my favorite times. Other times were when we ride through town, yes i grew up in one of those kinds of towns and at first this was quiet a ride, or i should say rodeo, but the trooper Liquorice was he championed the traffic, noises and lights and it too became seconded nature and it was a weekly trip that he looked forward to as much as i did, he knew as soon as we hit that beach i was taking that saddle off and he was getting to run for all his might in the waves, he loved to run in the waves but boy to see his face when he saw the ocean and waves the first time the snorts and sounds were so funny i swear it was a monster coming to get him, good thing i didn't take the saddle off that day!!! But after the first few trips up and down the beach he was calm and in control, yeah like a keg of dynamite, but he was having fun with the feel of the sand and the smells of the beach. After that it was guns ho! We would run and run and jump drift wood, chase seagulls, play in tide pools, and play in the waves for hours and dread when the time would come to go home, but we would soaking wet covered in sand, salt and sweat but happier than the clams at high tide. </span></div>
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<span class="commentBody" data-jsid="text">Liquorice had a natural elegance he was small but walked like a mighty Friesian! He thought his poop didn't stink, so when he was in the ring he strutted. I had been taking English lessons and dressage lessons for a while when i bought my little mustang, i need a challenge, I had no idea what i had, our lessons were comical but they were challenging, exhilarating exasperating and thrilling. He learned, I learned, my instructor was challenged and in our group class we all learned. Because he was such a piece of work we adapted to his little misgivings, his twist, his need to play, classes became fun so us youngins, we learned faster. In my private lessons. which increased we excelled mostly because i needed to work liquorice, but also because we were just simpatico, we'd invent games to challenge us on balance and endurance. Judy would make us pull our irons up, tie our reins off and ride with nothing but our seats and thighs and make us go over cavaletties, does anyone know how hard that is on a wild stubborn mustang? well let me tell you nearly impossible especially one that has his own mind to do things when and how he wants to... but when he did it right he sure was a pretty sight and Judy would jump up and down screaming, " YES YES!! That's it you've got it now do it again!!" and you're wondering what the heck you've done because its the same thing you've been trying to get your horse to do for the last 15 minutes.. but it sure is funny to watch her go crazy when you do something right. But once Liquorice figures out what you want him to do, it stays in his head,OK well except for that damn open rein turn thing, that thing just was his one wild moment... he had to have his kryptonite. But it sure was funny to watch and to be riding him when he did it, and yes i tried to stop him most every time but sometimes you just gotta let that pony run.. and that pony loved to run... </span></div>
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<span class="commentBody" data-jsid="text">When we started our dressage training he really was like watching dancing OK at first he was like watching the first episode of dancing with stars but with 4 legs. But he went at it like Bruno, with gusto and vigor, he loved to be ridden, just not caught, funny how that works. He loved to show off, just not told what to do. He do anything I asked him, but not let anyone else ride him. Strange little horse, no wonder I loved him so dearly. He'd reach for those extended trots like a warm blood bred for dressage and do those cross overs like he'd been doing them for years. Riding him made me deeply and forever fall in love with the Mustangs, I had always had a love for the majestic wild horses of America but being partnered with one, gave me a whole new respect for the intelligence, endurance, swiftness, and keenness, of the Mustang and just how devoted these horses can be. </span></div>
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<span class="commentBody" data-jsid="text">Sadly and like a lot of the mustangs story, my story and Licorice's does not have a happy ending, we didn't have much time together and it broke both of our spirits,hearts, and our dreams. That show we won, cost us both. My parents had problems, big problems and we had to sale everything, and site unseen, untested, I had to say good-bye to my horse; my beloved friend, someone had bought my world. I suppose it wouldn't have been too had for Liquorice had he gone to a good home like we thought. I had devised this devious plan that up to this point was workin' like a charm on people who came and tried him out i was rotten, evil in fact, this is how it worked; Liquorice hated the Western saddle and i would use one of our bigger saddles and put it on him and when they got on him to take a test ride, he would buck like crazy, test ride over, no sale!! I know bad, but i was young and in love with my horse, he was my only salvation. He wasn't going anywhere if i could help it. Until the dreaded people came from the horse show, i should have done crappy. Site unseen they bought my little black horse and crushed my world and broke my hoses heart, OK both our hearts.</span><br />
<span class="commentBody" data-jsid="text"> One of us should have gotten the happily ever after ending. I always thought about my little black twist, any time I watched dressage on TV or saw mustangs I would think about him. Then about 5 or 6 years later I was at the county fair walking with some girls I was helping with 4-H and I was coming up from behind this shabby little black horse</span><span class="commentBody" data-jsid="text"> in a western saddle</span><span class="commentBody" data-jsid="text"> and i was saying to myself," boy that horse looks familiar", but inside i was going, "no it couldn't be, no it can't " but as I walked closer and closer I knew with out a doubt before I ever got around to his face that it was Liquorice. I walked right up to Liquorice, he was dull, unhappy, skinny, he looked like the same horse I had seen so many years ago on those fated test rides. I was mad, heart broken, and in shock, I spoke his name and he perked right up! I couldn't believe the treatment and the condition he was in, I wanted to beat the day lights out of the girl riding him and her parents. I got a song and dance about how her grand parents this, and parents that and this, and i said, "who's horse is he, yours or your parents, take care of him?" I gave him the hugest hug, told him I was sorry and I loved him and walked away in tears. </span></div>
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<span class="commentBody" data-jsid="text"><span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;">That was the last time I saw my beloved Liquorice Twist.</span></span><br />
<span class="commentBody" data-jsid="text"><span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"> But it was not the last time I've thought about him, dreamed of him, or wished I had him, or that he had died of old age and happy in my care. I have had the pleasure of having or taking care of 2 other Mustangs in my life, they were Kieger Mustangs form Oregon. They are so different then the small bodied quick endurance built Nevada/California desert Mustangs but they also have so many of the same endearing qualities. </span></span></div>
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<span class="commentBody" data-jsid="text">They are a truly majestic beautiful creature and need to be protected and managed correctly</span><br />
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<span class="commentBody" data-jsid="text"><span class="commentBody" data-jsid="text">Omigoodness! That's amazing! Thank you from the bottom of my galloping heart for sharing!</span><a class="actorPic UIImageBlock_Image UIImageBlock_SMALL_Image" data-ft="{"type":34}" data-hovercard="/ajax/hovercard/user.php?id=1222006613" href="http://www.facebook.com/shawneen.fagnani" tabindex="-1"></a><label class="deleteAction stat_elem UIImageBlock_Ext uiCloseButton" for="u736763_1"></label></span><br />
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<span class="commentBody" data-jsid="text"><a class="actorName" data-ft="{"type":35}" data-hovercard="/ajax/hovercard/user.php?id=1222006613" href="http://www.facebook.com/shawneen.fagnani">'Z-Shawnee Fagnani</a> <span class="commentBody" data-jsid="text">thanks for all your beautiful pictures and stories of the herds you diligently watch. its brought so many memories back to me, not that i could forget, but its made me want another mustang so bad you have no idea!! and the Kigers are such wonderful horses and so smooth and much bigger then the desert mustangs not as quick but as age set upon us quick is necessarily a need but its still fun!!</span></span></div>
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Today I am grateful for the health that I have. I could be far worse
off, I could be a debbie-downer, a negative-nacy about my health, but
I've learned some things from my illness's, strength, patience, which
battles to fight, which wars must be won, all things come to pass,
laughter helps with every thing, smiling keeps every one guessing and
gives you less wrinkles, negativity only makes you sicker and it only
hurts me. Good friends except you for who I am and the way I am <span class="text_exposed_show">and that far out ways any family that doesn't. <br />
Enduring pain and hardship on a daily basis's gives you an insight,
you'd rather you didn't have, but as I've aged I'm grateful for. It's
made me a better person - OK a more honest, blunt, straightforward
person - I call a spade a spade, and an ass-wipe an ass-wipe - I have no
time for that silly crap, life is precious, special, All Life, I just
wish we'd all see that. <br /> Pain is a funny master, many can cover it
up, mask it with medications, they are in some ways the lucky ones. I'm
not one of those, nor do I really want to be. I'm allergic to just about
every known pain medication to man, that's legal <i class="_4-k1 img sp_fM-mz8spZ1b sx_7f72ac"><u>wink emoticon</u></i>
, or that my insurance wants to cover. Plus I like to be A<b>LIVE, AWAKE</b>,
and <b>PRESENT,</b> so I deal with my pain up front in my face in real time.
Its a jolly good time!! But, for me pain medications just are a mask,
they mask the pain, they mask your personality, they mask your life. I
want to<b> LIVE</b>! I want to enjoy life and celebrate <b>LIFE</b>!! <br /> So even
though I'm a walking facinoma, as my doctor calls me, I never could be
normal, I accept, embrace my health for what it is, I'll take the best
care I can of this temple that I can. It's the only way I can I can
truly be happy and have the future I want. </span><br />
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<b>DISCLAIMER</b>:<i> I am in no way knocking anyone that can or does take pain
medications. I wish there were ones that I could take that didn't try
and kill me or that my insurance would cover. I also FULLY endorse
medical marijuana and alternative medicine.</i><br />
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Today I am grateful for something that was sent to me when i was in
basic training, one of the only things ever hand written to me by
someone who was just learning to write and be sober. At the time I
didn't know the significance of it to them or me. I kept that piece of
paper, still have it. <br /> I can't count how many times I've uttered,
muttered, swore, and yelled this prayer, and yes even changed it, I'm
sure we all have. But in really hard times, when I was hanging on to the<span class="text_exposed_show">
very last thread, at the bottom of the rope, I'd remember that prayer,
and I'd start reciting it, over and over, sometimes yelling it, out of
frustration or anger. At being at another low point in my life, by my
choices usually, but by reciting that prayer it would bring me back to
reality and I'd reach up again and grab for that knot and climb myself
out of the depths of hell. <br /> I'm not a religious person, I'm a
spiritual person, I'm a witch but we all believe in prayer, we all pray
in different ways. This prayer has been with me for decades and been my
saving grace. <br /> The Serenity Prayer:<br /> God grant me the serenity to accept the things I can not change -<br /> The courage to change the things I can -<br /> The wisdom to know the difference -</span><br />
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FTF~BLONDE~http://www.blogger.com/profile/11337229964857975993noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5407660477100961934.post-40703522791383003472015-09-14T08:43:00.001-07:002015-09-14T08:43:55.906-07:00FED UP WITH THE DIRECTION THE UNITED STATES OF AMERICA IS HEADINGSeptember 14, 2015 - Day 28 ( I started writing a daily grateful when I was basically put on bed rest after being diagnosed with acute pericarditis at the end of July, I was in the hospital for 11 days, and it was pretty scary, and sitting in a bed was getting to be really hard on my otherwise positive outlook on life. I decided to do something about it, I've always loved writing, and hadn't been doing it lately, and I have lots of time on my hands. This is my solution, find every day something to be grateful for, some days are harder than others. Today was not one of them, today was more of a rant, but I am grateful for this freedom, I am grateful to be living in the USA, I just want it to be PROUD TO BE THE UNITED STATES OF AMERICA!! <br />
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Today I am grateful for the freedom of speech, to be able to speak my
mind, to be able to speak out against unjust, wrong doings. To voice my
opinion, to not be afraid to if your going to offend someone or
something who has done ghastly miss justices and inhumane acts, but for
some reason the government, your government wants to play nice. HELL
NO!! NOT IN MY AMERICA!! There is a saying, " if it looks like a duck,
acts like a duck, we have to at least consider that we probab<span class="text_exposed_show">ly
have a small aquatic bird of the family anatidae on are hands" by
Douglas Change and "Don't waste time with people or countries who have
shown their true colors, Leopards never change their spots".<br /> Why is
America? Is my question. When in history what we ever stood for this
kind of shit? Let our media dictate what we vote for, what we see, not
wearing the United States of America Flag lapel pin? Who do they work
for? What country are they in? If it wasn't for us watching any of them
would they have jobs? The government going to bed with iraq, so we don't
offend them, BULLSHIT!! Let's offend them some more. All immigrants
come here and want our freedoms, well we are a MELTING POT!! MELT IN
WITH US!!! OR GO THE FUCK HOME!! Go back to your war savaged, diseased
ridden countries. We have enough to worry about and need to start taking
care of our own and QUIT protecting your ASSES!!! <br /> We are sick of
being last in everything, except first in national debt. This is now a
country where the filthy rich get stinking rich and the dirt poor go to
drought poor, and all the annalist with their big degrees can't figure
out why, Well here's why everyone is afraid to stinking offend
someone!!! <br /> Ok my rant is done! I'm just tired of seeing all the
suffering right here at home and we do nothing, and tired of seeing all
the stinking filthy waste of money and greed and nothing being done here
at home, but some poor country cries out and everyone rushes to help.
But lets take care of HOME FIRST!!!</span>FTF~BLONDE~http://www.blogger.com/profile/11337229964857975993noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5407660477100961934.post-55698884793450206032011-08-23T14:22:00.000-07:002011-08-23T14:22:07.355-07:00just a random thougth<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiEc2shQjgeUcGGk-WPoDvJmyrk5ddzkOTV-vhZvw-wr9cF0_NU6dam8gEkNNNym9hDQTQ2nAmnqC1_juUXT3RRBFzex8udm4OjQDv-McUn0qQjh8E0xdCuZTLqGd2iQARNhsHDBSDZgmjZ/s1600/thornqueen.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiEc2shQjgeUcGGk-WPoDvJmyrk5ddzkOTV-vhZvw-wr9cF0_NU6dam8gEkNNNym9hDQTQ2nAmnqC1_juUXT3RRBFzex8udm4OjQDv-McUn0qQjh8E0xdCuZTLqGd2iQARNhsHDBSDZgmjZ/s320/thornqueen.jpg" width="216" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><b>Life Path Number 7: The Scientist</b><br />
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Having a Life Path Number 7 gives you extraordinary gifts for analysis and deep contemplation. <br />
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Although you have friends (and would have many more if you weren't so selective), you would be quite content to wile away weeks at a time in an ivory tower researching some obscure topic that is fifty years ahead of it's time.<br />
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Life Path Number 7 is the quicksilver of the numbers. With a combination of deep spiritual awareness and an intellect that is razor-sharp, you are able to make intuitive leaps that baffle your teachers, co-workers, friends and occasionally yourself. No, you won't be able to explain how you came to that conclusion, but everyone who knows you knows that you are right.<br />
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Life Path Number 7s often have a carefully constructed wall around them. This does not mean you must take yourself off to a therapist, as it is there for a good reason (you are very quick to spot people who are insincere) but it may be something you should be aware of. Not everyone is good at scaling walls and some may need a gentle invitation into your ivory tower, rather than a series of tests to see if they are worthy of entering your inner circle.<br />
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Although you are a refined individual, you are one of the least judgemental: You truly see everyone you meet (at least, everyone you feel is worth getting to know) as a whole and vibrant person, regardless of race, wealth or social status. This is probably due to your spiritual guide (whatever form that takes), who you listen to closely and trust above all else - even above normal social mores and occasional laws!<br />
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Life Path Number 7s need to associate with people who understand their need for silence and solitude. You really are a person who needs time alone in that ivory tower to contemplate and recharge. To you, daydreaming is a valuable use of time, when creativity and inspiration are at their peak and you dislike anyone trying to 'snap you out of it.' <br />
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This is a worthy goal, but one that can occasionally lead to selfishness. It's fine to take time for yourself (lots of it in fact), as long as you allow for the occasional 'emergency needs' of your children and other loved ones. FTF~BLONDE~http://www.blogger.com/profile/11337229964857975993noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5407660477100961934.post-19122729347557011162010-10-25T15:40:00.000-07:002010-10-25T15:40:04.800-07:00The wrong decisions can lead you down the right path<div style="font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif;">Isn't it funny how sometimes the wrong decisions can lead you down the right path? It seems like for the last year I have made nothing but the wrong decisions, but then I look at where I am now and I see that everything happen for a reason, and it definitely was for the right reasons. I might have been hurt, I might have been used, I might have gotten mad and I might have even wanted to hurt someone really really bad, which I haven't wanted to do fro a very long time, but I look back now and I know it all had to happen for a good reason, so I would appreciate what I have now. It's been a very rough bumpy, no bumpy doesn't even begin to cover the road I've traveled the last 5 or 6 years but I know I had to travel them to get where I am now. I wish I didn't, I wish my son wouldn't have had to, no child should have had to, I still don't understand that part. But I am a big girl, bigger than I'd like to be at times, but I made my own decisions, damn it! </div><div style="font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif;">But, now I can look back and see I still had some growing to do, some learnin' to do, but I think I'm there, I can appreciate the better things that life has to offer. I know I deserve better than the scum of the earth that I had been expecting for myself, thinking that was all I deserved, because that was what I had been taught, but no I deserve the very best that life has to offer, we all do, no one deserves to be talked down to, treated like dirt and made to feel that they are unworthy of true real love. </div><div style="font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif;">So, this path that I am on now, I think I can finally except it as my own, not someone other than mine, I'm not looking in through the window, wishing it were my life, day dreaming all the time, thinking "what if's", this is my life and it's pretty darn good, don't get me wrong there is definitely still room for some improvement and I still have gotten all my little hang-ups worked up, and I still try to self sabotage, stupid I know, and I mentally kick my ass all the time! And I have a group of really good friends now, that help with that, and a man that is completely AWESOME and the key word there is MAN! who also helps with the occasional kicking of my ass when I get on myself too hard. So the road doesn't become a 6 lane interstate overnight, or even over the course of a year, but I'm working on it, and it is happening, and hey I've got to have a little excitement here and there.. I am me and I can't get bored! ;-) </div><div style="font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif;">Anyway, things are never what they seem and with me they are never what I plan, I should have learned that a long time ago.. QUIT PLANNING! and listen to my head a little more! Things all happen for a reason even the bad and most definitely the good!! and right now life is WAY GOOD! </div>FTF~BLONDE~http://www.blogger.com/profile/11337229964857975993noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5407660477100961934.post-26230403686700963162010-03-06T09:32:00.000-08:002010-03-06T09:32:57.165-08:00My New Love ~ Oh Is She Running My Life ;-}<div style="color: #741b47; font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhELz1OeFcabDL8wSjP8mtw_uEXgs7QKHMhYS6q_tFdKXguHpEQ0FMehzSWRVhYZYENy44Y_ZAk7ijQ0Qk8RXSklr1qjKPacb-t-ykBa_RG8jCkDQaF3jdQaHKLP0LdZq6ahWU-klTjwaI-/s1600-h/snail+jewelry.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhELz1OeFcabDL8wSjP8mtw_uEXgs7QKHMhYS6q_tFdKXguHpEQ0FMehzSWRVhYZYENy44Y_ZAk7ijQ0Qk8RXSklr1qjKPacb-t-ykBa_RG8jCkDQaF3jdQaHKLP0LdZq6ahWU-klTjwaI-/s320/snail+jewelry.jpg" /></a></div><div class="" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><b style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"><span style="color: #134f5c;"></span></b></div><span style="background-color: white; color: black; font-size: small;"><span style="color: #741b47;">Ok im in Fort Bragg, California, Yes there is a Fort Bragg, California, named and after the same person as the Fort Bragg, North Carolina but ours is much prettier, just not doing as hot, which has me really bummed!! the suppression here is just awful, it is like the heavy fog that rolls in here and you can't see yourself thru it. I use to love that fog, i'd go out to Todd's poind and watch the boats or look for the fog lights come poke their way thru the fog, it was like cutting a knife and slowly they would make their way thru the fog and into the bay, the jetty here is said to be one of the hardest on the northern coast to maneuver, in my travels i would mention where i was from and old fisherman had even heard of noyo harbor, it was kind of cool! </span> </span>Well that fog has come and settled here in Fort Bragg and seems not to have left since they shut down the Georgia Pacific mill, that is another sad sad thing here, I drive thru town or down one of the main streets toward the ocean and where you use to see the mill and its stacks or at noon you would here the mill whistle you now hear and see nothing it is heart wrenching. </div><div style="color: #741b47; font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiG6c1opV3X1a4WrM0fM7HbOt1PhqycVCERxEbCuKeh1I7-y9vnkm156Mv0nwurtWBEtNunSgevXT7w8u-P8WKdFurBL4E0X16gif-BDi8qFJ8ftGH8Th1Wc2mWMlohXPHhxnpIA7DbxTY_/s1600-h/mis+priss+in+her+blankie.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><b><span style="color: #134f5c;"></span></b></a></div>But, I'm here and there is NO snow, there has been lots and lots of rain and Californication has needed that, but as usual she is complaining about that now, and the earthquakes what is with that, I come home and not 50 or so miles away there have been 2 5.0 or higher quakes.. Yes, California I am home, you didn't need to throw me that kind of party!!! Just kidding~!~ I have made one trip back to Oregon had to revisit my docs, get some procedures done, and pick up my new love, who of course has had several name.... we had to see what her personality would be.. and Yes she is SPOILED ASS ROTTEN and She runs our lives and she only ways a little over a pound!!! but oh what a pistol!!! </div><div style="color: #741b47; font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"><br />
After much consideration, her name has become and it is totally fitting, Tinker Bell, but its usually stinker butt!! She is a Teacup chihuahua and marked like a cinnamon doberman and has the attitude of one too.. <br />
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</div><div style="color: #741b47; font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh1DgK0HnUYOY7MlycxyDtX_NyLgAHKhxb907qxbhTskTix_XaZ6nlVXzohULkyI41mhv2_YhKJ1v-0eIXvi6DF12D2kBtK1UFswwEMlhnV4RSiwegvDbF6T_TTdK4_YWtHTlwBijllq9T2/s1600-h/bling.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh1DgK0HnUYOY7MlycxyDtX_NyLgAHKhxb907qxbhTskTix_XaZ6nlVXzohULkyI41mhv2_YhKJ1v-0eIXvi6DF12D2kBtK1UFswwEMlhnV4RSiwegvDbF6T_TTdK4_YWtHTlwBijllq9T2/s320/bling.jpg" /></a>She rules the roost most of the time, Stella was really pissed off that I brought her home and she stayed but, that's wore off and now Stella is a mother hen. The Cats oh that's just hilarious, Tony plays and wrestles with her none stop its WWF knockdown none stop, I never know who is going for who, and Tinker goes for the jugular!!! Earnhart has stayed the maddest the longest, he gives her a good swat just for good measures. He takes up way to much of his mothers time,(mine), and that thoroughly pisses him off! But its pretty fun to watch the games around here. </div><div style="color: #741b47; font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;">We go for walks on the old haul road, Stella, Stinker and Me and Stinker is up to about 2 miles, I have to carry her the first 1/2 so she gets warmed up! then watch out its a show. Its like someone sticks a firecracker up her butt, cuz, she'll sit there and wait and then all of a sudden take off 900 miles a minute until all of her gas is gone. Its like watching the funny car races. Its the funniest thing i've ever seen and she is the star on the walks. Oh, Stella and i walk about 2 1/2 to 3 miles. </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh6VsLLmkJOTRLhvYfzbqL9TUOHAEVdhzx1Fl394qLrZUYiWMXTEDJTe0Ql0wBmWuQU96cttrT0nRe4togTXDUCX_dO_h7fUzeDHbeLFJDqQU855pvnYcgmdhxFZs_ANt1TDJjtTj3fn2T6/s1600-h/pink+afternoon.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="150" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh6VsLLmkJOTRLhvYfzbqL9TUOHAEVdhzx1Fl394qLrZUYiWMXTEDJTe0Ql0wBmWuQU96cttrT0nRe4togTXDUCX_dO_h7fUzeDHbeLFJDqQU855pvnYcgmdhxFZs_ANt1TDJjtTj3fn2T6/s200/pink+afternoon.jpg" width="200" /></a></div>just a quick up date... here's something i found from a friends blog..<br />
http://acouchwithaview.blogspot.com/</div><div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"> </div><div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"><span style="color: #741b47;">You can win cool stuff!!! We are enjoying Fort Bragg, but still looking for a place to move to, but that is looking up to! God is good and our angel with the beautiful natural Jewelry is looking after us. DON't YOU JUST LOVE HER!! I Love walking thru cemetry's espescially the old ones!</span> <span style="color: #741b47;">I need to take the puppies for a walk in my favorite Fort Bragg cemetery it has some really cool old headstones dating way back! But taking photo's with that little dynomo is almost impossible!!! Man when she gets going its like someone lit a stick of dynamite up her butt! But she is the light of my light and Stella just loves her and has become quiet motherly over her.. It's pretty cute to watch the circus at our house of late.. more updates soon be sure to follow me on twitter.. Yes I've become addicted to twitter.. </span></div><div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"><span style="color: #741b47;">Talk soon! Here's a <b>@<span style="color: #274e13;">></span></b></span><b><span style="color: #6aa84f;">~</span></b><span style="color: #741b47;"><span style="color: #38761d;"><b><span style="color: #6aa84f;">~</span><span style="color: #274e13;">></span><span style="color: #6aa84f;">~~~</span></b> </span>4 u! and always listen to that voice in your head, it will usually never lead u down the wrong rabbits hole! <b><span style="color: #38761d;">;</span>-<span style="color: #cc0000;">}</span></b></span></div>FTF~BLONDE~http://www.blogger.com/profile/11337229964857975993noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5407660477100961934.post-47396910698147722542009-11-19T22:23:00.000-08:002009-11-20T00:38:27.979-08:00The Latest & The Greatest.. But of course there is always more to it..<b><a href="http://www.facebook.com/profile.php?v=app_2347471856&ref=profile&id=1222006613">The Latest & The Greatest</a></b><br />
<div style="color: lime; font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif;"><b><span style="font-size: large;"><i>Well its mid November and I'm finally moving to Californication... (sorry <span style="font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif;">David Duchovny</span></i></span><span style="font-size: large;"><i>) but it is the state of big dreams and bigger disappointments and even better yet, all the scandals that the whoremonger's can't wait to stir up or cause and we the sick desperate to believe people love to watch, read and listen to, live. .but of late all eyes and ears are on the great state of Alaska, our last frontier.. </i></span></b><br />
</div><div style="color: lime; font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif;"><b><span style="font-size: large;"><i>Anyway, the truck is loaded, we are down to the camping in the living room, saying our last last good-byes and cleaning oh and did i mention cleaning.. ick i hate the move out clean, because no matter how clean you keep your house you find out how clean you really don't keep your house, MAJOR YUCK!!! and poor Todd, he has been awesome, he just keeps on going like the energizer bunny, I could not have done this with out him, me getting as sick as i have and then trying to move, and Zach being as much help as he is not.</i></span></b><br />
<b><span style="font-size: large;"><i> BUT THE TRUCK IS PACKED AND WE ARE HEADED OUT, AT THE BUTT CRACK OF DAWN, if i haven't killed Todd by then!!! </i></span></b><br />
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<b><span style="font-size: large;"><i> FliT.. fLiT... Flyin towards the California Coast and my precious Redwood Giants... FliT.. fLiT...<br />
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</div>FTF~BLONDE~http://www.blogger.com/profile/11337229964857975993noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5407660477100961934.post-91566988230765529922009-09-19T15:08:00.001-07:002009-09-19T15:08:03.123-07:00I wouldnt have believed it if .....<embed src="http://c.brightcove.com/services/viewer/federated_f8/1137883380" bgcolor="#FFFFFF" flashVars="videoId=17075685001&playerId=1137883380&viewerSecureGatewayURL=https://console.brightcove.com/services/amfgateway&servicesURL=http://services.brightcove.com/services&cdnURL=http://admin.brightcove.com&domain=embed&autoStart=false&" base="http://admin.brightcove.com" name="flashObj" width="486" height="412" seamlesstabbing="false" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" swLiveConnect="true" pluginspage="http://www.macromedia.com/shockwave/download/index.cgi?P1_Prod_Version=ShockwaveFlash"></embed><p>OMG!!!! These dogs are AMAZING!!!!! You have to watch this over and over again just to make sure its not a trick!!!! </p>FTF~BLONDE~http://www.blogger.com/profile/11337229964857975993noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5407660477100961934.post-27613174168327232842009-03-09T21:39:00.000-07:002011-07-20T13:08:03.993-07:00Being The Best Possible ME!!<div align="justify"><span style="color: #993399;">~I know that all I can do is be the best me that I can. And live life with some gusto. Giving back is a big part of that. How am I going to share this experience with the American people? I'm always thinking about that.—Michelle Obama on what she knows for sure~<br />
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Being the best me that i can be! What exactly is that? I use to think the best me was what everyone else thought of me, what my parents thought, what my employers thought, what my friends thought, what my spouse thought, and so on and so on and so on... Then I got sick! Then I didn't give a shit what anyone thought, I just felt like shit, I just wanted to be left alone. I got over that one real quick. OK I got off the pity wagon, I had a kid to raise and I needed to find out why I was so ill all the time. I still didn't care what everyone else thought or being the best I could be anymore, that dream had long sailed and any idea of dreaming a new dream hadn't flitted into my little <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"><span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"><span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">blonde</span></span></span> brain yet. I hurt! I was mad! I didn't give a damn about anything, anyone and especially about me! I felt ugly, I was ugly, worthless and above all no one could give me any answers.<br />
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Everyone couldn't see a injury, on the outside i looked "normal' on the inside I was a mess. I had 2 strokes by the age of 26, with no explanation, I had lupus, a genetic blood disorder, a gay husband and a 2 yr old son to raise, and that was the start of my chronic illness mishap...<br />
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I never could figure out why I was the one with the big target on my chest, why I was the ONE to get all these tribulations... But you know after almost 20 years of dealing with one mishap after another, one disease that I shouldn't have, but did have after another, one failed marriage after another, one drama after another, I AM STILL HERE I AM STILL STANDING!!!! I have survived despite the best efforts of a disapproving, unloving, and uncaring family. I have found the love i so rightly deserved and have been promised. SO THERE!!! To those that told me I was unlovable. Okay so i was wrong about the love, I'm always wrong about the love, maybe I'm meant to be single, that can't be normal, but then again, I've never been normal, so why should my love life be normal. But, I can have one hell of a good time looking for it, right?<br />
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I am a walking ball of undefinable distraction, I am notorious, I am thorny, I am artistic, I am mysterious, I am <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"><span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"><span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2">Blonde</span></span></span>, I am a veteran, I am disabled, I am a Woman, I am a Mother, I am a friend, I am a Lover, I am just me!!! All balled up into one big frickin mess, but hey I have great friends and one hell of a good time!<br />
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So now I sign things just to keep me thinking always on being the best me that i can be.. Me, Myself & <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"><span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"><span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3">Shawneen</span></span></span>! Because there are always 3 of me, inside of me and i need to take care of all of them. The "me" is the one you see, the one you all look at, the smile, the glint in my eye, the attitude, the spunk, and all the notorious characteristics of this <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"><span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"><span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4">blonde</span></span></span> that I'm famous for. The "myself" is the inside, the lupus, the <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"><span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"><span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5">IBD</span></span></span>, the <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"><span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"><span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6">IBS</span></span></span>, the blood disease, the abused woman, the rape victim, the veteran, the "self" in here that makes me tick. And if its not <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"><span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"><span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7">OK</span></span></span> when you dont see that glint and smile that I've come to find out from some that I'm quiet famous for then screw ya, it's still me. The <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"><span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"><span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8">Shawneen</span></span></span> is the whole package the spunk, the sparkle, the artist, the jeweler, the <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"><span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"><span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9">fabulousness</span></span></span> that I've come to know and recently love. It's been a hard journey, and sometimes a very bumpy journey but if it had been a smooth and straight road I would not appreciate the outcome quiet as much as the road filled with the sink holes I have traveled.<br />
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So today how do I be the best Me I can be and not worry about what other people think, I don't, and please the only other "being" that matters to me? By doing exactly what plans are laid out form me and not worry about what plans I've laid out for me, because they ALWAYS fail! . But that still doesn't tell ME how to be the BEST ME!<br />
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I use to get up and walk everyday and listen to good christian rock music and walk and walk a lot, but since moving and injuring myself, yet again, that hasn't been happening! So now I listen to my inner voices and hope they lead me in the right directions, talk to my trusted friends, and LAUGH A LOT!!! with out laughter there is no joy! <br />
Second, I listen to my body, I have very serious chronic medical conditions and on top of that I have the wildest food allergies that a person could have so I have to watch EVERYTHING that goes into my body. I eat healthy, I am mostly a vegetarian but I do eat chicken and seafood, <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"><span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"><span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10">Cuz</span></span></span> I LOVE SEAFOOD and I have to get protein from some where other than beans. Third, I laugh and I laugh often, which means I don't hold on to things that bother me for very long, <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"><span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11">OK</span></span><span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"><span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"><span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11">thru</span></span></span> I do not sweat the small stuff, I do love to argue a good point, especially with Absolutely Nothing but he's just fun to play with and it's never serious! Fourth, I keep my friends close and I spend as much time with them as I possibly can and when and if any of them are in trouble they know they can call on me and that I will stand by them <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"><span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"><span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13">thru</span></span></span> thick and thin and fight for them no matter what, and I love a good fight and I am passionate about what I believe in and will stand up for it, fight for it, protest for it and even go to jail for the things I believe in or the my friends believe in. Fifth, I have the love of my life finally and he loves to torture me and love me good. AND EVERY WOMAN NEEDS TO BE LOVED GOOD!!! Sixth, I end the day the same way I started listening to music and talking to those that matter most! </span><br />
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YIKES AND IS IT SCARY!!! any questions?<br />
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<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgKeuxA8DYQk5zNLKzA5GrAt-IBRf8aQYeN2JsnsS_mxeaX8vWIzGOnRxMUFmBPy4uZrb7aDkEnmwfvRBqOl1MIFUrd7vvvt2pxwsXuYxIzVZvnSLTwMZX_rcCJTiIMcQUrbpv1WfnlerGz/s1600-h/781.jpg"><img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5308934127886373826" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgKeuxA8DYQk5zNLKzA5GrAt-IBRf8aQYeN2JsnsS_mxeaX8vWIzGOnRxMUFmBPy4uZrb7aDkEnmwfvRBqOl1MIFUrd7vvvt2pxwsXuYxIzVZvnSLTwMZX_rcCJTiIMcQUrbpv1WfnlerGz/s320/781.jpg" style="cursor: hand; float: right; height: 240px; margin: 0px 0px 10px 10px; width: 320px;" /></a></div><div>In the early 90's I had 1 major stroke, and 1 modorate stroke. The effects of the stroke weren't the bad part, yes they were pretty devestating and medically speaking at 26 i had the doctors dumb-founded. But, eventually they figured it out. The frustrating part and the agravating part has been to this day I don't look or feel sick! But, I have been on a downward spiral ever since, well it started a few years earlier with an ijury to my back. But, the strokes really messed with my head and my life, because on the outside i look perfectly normal, (ok for a blonde, and lets just leave it at that) but on the inside my body thinks and acts like its 90. What people don't understand with people with debilitating and chronic diseases is that even though we may look normal on the outside but on the inside we hurt, ache and sometimes just want to be taken out and shot like the old family horse. Because believe me if i was a horse they would have shot me a long long time ago! </div><div>After the strokes, i withdrew from a society that i had spent the first 24 years of my life in, and they didnt even know i lived there. I wasn't the same person i wasn't the same outgoing, fun, ready to go and do just about anything person i had been. So i just basically disappeared, in a town of 5000! I didnt know how to act, behave, or live. What really sucked is i had a 2 year old son to raise on my own, my doctors advise; "you need to get rid of all the stress in your life" yeah like that was going to happen, single mom, 2 yr old, who had just found out she's had 2 strokes, complex migraines, and lupus. The relaxing thing wasnt going to happen, even if i was a married, mom, with a 2 yr old the stress level would have been crazy, but at my levels it just added to the problem. Yes the old nag would have been taken out to the pasture and been shot! And believe me i would have agreed. </div><div>I'm not writing this to bitch, or get sympathy for me, I've just heard the same story from several woman and how ashamed they are to even going to a pain management doctor, why, because they dont "look" sick and no one see's that they are sick so why complain to a doctor, when the ones that are suppose to know and love them most won't even listen or understand them? Why, because that is their damn job and even if we are on state assistance, we are paying the doctors and they need to listen to us! The pain is real, and the illnesses are real! I copied some of the definitions of the diseases from the Stedman's Medical Dictionary. Just in case anyone wanted to check my references. I have a few things i feel very passionate about. One being my health and the treatment i have or have not gotten. Two, abused children, which you will probably hear about. Finally three, and that will be the hardest for me to talk about because it is the closest to my heart, and that is how women who have been raped are treated by society in general.<br />
The common unseen, chronic, embarrassing, discomforting ,diseases that i have come into close uncofortable and sometimes embarassing contact with and that women are afraid to talk about with anyone are fibromyalgia, lupus, IBS,IBD, GERD and i'm sure there are many many others. But her are a few definitions </div><div>Fibromyalgia: A common syndrome of chronic widespread soft-tissue pain accompanied by weakness, fatigue, and sleep disturbances; the cause is unknown</div><div>Lupus: Systemic <a href="http://lupus.webmd.com/default.htm" onclick="return sl(this,'','embd-lnk');">lupus</a> erythematosus (lupus, SLE) is an autoimmune disease in which a person's immune system attacks various organs or cells of the body causing damage and dysfunction</div><div>IBS: Irritable bowel syndrome (IBS) is a disorder of the intestines. It causes belly pain, cramping or bloating, and diarrhea or constipation. Irritable bowel syndrome is a long-term problem, but there are things you can do to reduce your symptoms</div><div>IBD:Inflammatory bowel disease (IBD) is a condition that causes ongoing inflammation of the intestines. The condition can affect only the large intestine (ulcerative colitis) or any part of the entire digestive tract, from the mouth to the anus (Crohn's disease).<br />
Symptoms of inflammatory bowel disease may include abdominal pain, frequent diarrhea that may contain blood or pus, fever, chills, weight loss, and fatigue. The condition may be mild or severe. The inflammation can also affect other parts of the body, such as the eyes or joints, and may cause a form of arthritis.<br />
Inflammatory bowel disease may recur many times in a person's life. It is treated with medications and sometimes with diet changes. If the disease is in remission (not causing symptoms), treatment may not be needed, although medications may help keep the disease in remission. A severe attack may require that the person be hospitalized for treatment. In some cases, surgery may be needed.</div><div>GERD: Gastroesophageal Reflux Disease,and for erosive esophagitis, which is GERD-related damage to the esophagus: a syndrome due to structural or functional incompetence of the lower esophageal sphincter (LES), which permits retrograde flow of acidic gastric juice into the esophagus. </div><div>Now that we have got the legistics out of the way. :0 lets' get the silliness out of the way! As woman we shouldn't be ashamed of telling doctors that we hurt! We shouldn't be afraid to tell our loved ones we can't do something because we hurt. We shouldn't be afraid to tell our girlfriends all the above, and if we are they shouldn't be our doctor's, friend's or loved ones life is too short to be surrounded by uncaring, unfeeling, unhelpful people when we hurt and are in need of sometimes something as simple as taking the dog for a walk. We shouldn't be ashamed to openly talk about our ache's, pain's and issue's, yes I understand it can be overwhelming and can at times seem at consuming, but you on the other side should spend some time in our skin, IT IS ALL CONSUMING!!! We don't try and be prim-donna's, we'd give anything to go back to a time when we didn't hurt 24/7 and could do anything we wanted with out the consequences of not being able to get out of bed for 3 days.<br />
On the other hand I believe in living life to the fullest come hell or high water and i pay for those choices, but I'm not dead yet and I will have fun until then I have a bucket list and until the time I can't do those fun things that bring enjoyment I plan on fulfilling some of those wild things I want to do. I'm fragile not broken as some of my friends like to say, I don't look at it that way, there are some things I shouldn't do, some things I'll pay for doing, some things I'm gonna do no matter what and some things I wont do! But all of them I know I'm gonna have to take it easy before hand, rest, eat right, and afterwards I'm gonna have medicate, medicate, rest, rest, bitch, bitch and be happy I did it (I hope), and wait for the soreness to go away!<br />
The other thing is with the fibromayalgia, there is a benefit, and if your in a steady relationship, and have a patient partner, and have done your homework, you know that with fibro every nerve is effected, your pain receptacles are heightened, well so are your pleasure receptacles... I'll leave you with that thought! ;-)<br />
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Don't worrry I'm not in that mood, yet!! But I am in a mood and you know I am generally the most fair person you could ever meet, just ask anyone that has spent any time with me, but there comes a time that if you cross that line, YOU DONT PISS OFF THE BLONDE!! Well you've gone and done it!! and it's women in general, yes I said women, I told you I am the most fair person you will ever meet. I will male bash with the best of them, but i will also women bash right next to the men, if ya deserve it. And Honey's this time you. And yes I am a woman last time i checked... heheheee ;) </span></span></span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#66FF99;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;">Do we have to go and ruin every man we dump, drop kick, jilt, roll over, reject, or burn? Isn't it enough that during the so called love affair, that they have been sacraficed, invalidated, nuetered, been desecrated, devestated, with held sexual favors, all in the name of love? Does any of this sound like love to you? Would you have liked to be treated like this? Would you like the everlasting affects of these kind of relationships to follow you, your whole life?</span></span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#66FF99;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;">The power of that little fricken box between your legs aint everything girls!!! treat a man like you would want to be treated and maybe it might be returned ten fold. Come on!!! GOD gave you a brain to think with use it, not your damn box! Use kindness, gentleness, conversation and communication to make a relationship not blackmail, conniving and scheming to get men to bend to your every need. The damage it does to them is lifelong but the damage it does to yourself worth, self-respect and self-image is the real killer. </span></span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#66FF99;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;">Because in the end who do you really want to make truelly happy? Yourself? Right? Becuase if your happy, everyone around you is happy, at least thats the way it works in this blondes world and believe they know if this blondes isn't happy! and yes i've dumped a few men, but not to the extent that i've turned them into whimpering sniveling puppies afraid to come out of thier shells and live again! And if they do take a chance the women that do get involved with them don't have to seek counseling or shelter! </span></span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#66FF99;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;">So Dont piss of any blondes! You never know who's ex-girlfriend the guy might have had that will come lookin for you, for realling TURKING UP her friend!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!(i dont use that bad word anymore) How dare some of you women feel that you have the right to just screw with someones heart, mind, soul and life for years, all in the name of love! You need to seek professional help! It does wonders, believe me i know ive been & out of it for years, with a good counselor, otherwise I might be a psyco blonde and who knows what i might do!! (Just Kidding) but I am that PISSED!!! Messing with some ones mind should be a criminal offense. There is no difference between physical abuse, mental abuse, finacial abuse or sexual abuse; and that can be in the form of with holding it from your significant other in the means of attempting to get them to do something,be something, or act in some way you want them to. </span></span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#66FF99;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;">You know men have the label as being the real bastardly beast, but women we have them beat we just don't get the notoriety or the punishment that the men do. I have known some really mean and cruel men, who have done some really unspeakable hurtful things that have taken me and their other sources of abuse years and years to get over and most of them have all served some form of punishment (professional), and some of it not necessarily warranted. I have also known just as many women, who to be quiet honest, have put the men to shame becuase the men may have the brute strength, but we women have our intellegence and when we it goes astray it can be sick and depraved and dark. Woman can be menatally, pysically, financially and sexually abusive without the men even knowing it, well at least at first. We all get smart after a while.... some longer than others but eventually we all get out, one way or the other. </span></span></span></div><div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#66FF99;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;">But my point is the women i have known, none of them have been punished (professionally) because the system sees women in most cases as the lesser of the evils and the men made us do it!!! BULLSHIT!!! ever play the game bullshit, the winner is who ever can lie the best. OK, who are the best liars? WOMAN!! We fib, white lie, tell whoopers, We are story tellers and tricksters, (oh those last two we use on our kids and men either to catch them or to put them to sleep). Everyday of our lives, or at least most of us do ues some form of a lie, to someone, the woman that you worry about are the ones who have made it an art form and those are the dangerous ones. They can hide anything, tell you anything to make you believe it, be your friend one minute and turn around and stab you in the back the next!! So I feel we as woman, have an upperhand on the men, not saying that men are dumb, becuase they aren't, their abuse is usually stemmed from and early childhood trauma and or treatment.. ummm oh anyone getting a hint??? yeah you got it!!! mothers, who didnt know how to raise a family, fathers that didnt know how to handle out of control anger, who were mistreated as children. Its a vicious circle that unless something is done and done soon, its not going to go away and its going to get worse!!! </span></span></span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#66FF99;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;">Abuse in all forms not just child abuse, parental, spousal, ALL ABUSE needs to be adress on a national level, but lets start small, pay attention to your friends, your family, your lover, your neighbor; if you see something that doesn't look or sound right ask questions. Be a friend, listen, learn to communicate not argue, find a good counselor. ANYTHING TO GET HELP!!! </span></span></span></span></div></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#66FF99;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;">Ok i think im done!!!!maybe!!! @~>~~~>~~~ :=) ~~~<~~~<~@</span></span></span></div>FTF~BLONDE~http://www.blogger.com/profile/11337229964857975993noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5407660477100961934.post-85451400456218367082009-02-18T06:02:00.000-08:002009-02-18T07:53:29.021-08:00There are Friends and then THERE ARE FREINDS!!“Flatter me, and I may not believe you. Criticize me, and I may not like you. Ignore me, and I may not forgive you. Encourage me, and I will not forget you. Love me and I may be forced to love you.”<br /><a class="sqa" href="http://en.thinkexist.com/quotation/flatter_me-and_i_may_not_believe_you-criticize_me/15189.html">William Arthur Ward</a><br /><br /><div><br /><br /><br /><div>I found this quote on a relative’s facebooks page by this author and I found that I really like this gentleman's point of view! I've read several of his quotes and man they hit you Right Square in the eye!<br /></div><br /><br /><div></div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEirakxEhhvLdKu6ArT7C-in8SvrTyjFzwnG3WBdpUKQBu6ag3FUosNGjyx5U8koOj3o4sdv9pvRTkdhQ7RFtMesRBmxwX5vK64F-H8dTJ5n5kersmmUHXYbveehlDyZlo4wBJwzAYUXzktw/s1600-h/i+am+the+american+flag.jpg"><img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 387px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 419px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5304162028113077346" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEirakxEhhvLdKu6ArT7C-in8SvrTyjFzwnG3WBdpUKQBu6ag3FUosNGjyx5U8koOj3o4sdv9pvRTkdhQ7RFtMesRBmxwX5vK64F-H8dTJ5n5kersmmUHXYbveehlDyZlo4wBJwzAYUXzktw/s320/i+am+the+american+flag.jpg" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><div>In the last few weeks I have discovered and rediscovered some very interesting things and have reconnected with some very special friends from High School and have been having mini reunions on a daily basis's. But I also have found out some very sad things too!One of them being that, one of my best friends in the whole world is over in that evil evil place fighting for our country! I believe in our MEN & WOMEN over there and have up until this point been VERY VERY LUCKY not knowing anyone personally close to me over there! Until now!<br /></div><br /><br /><div>Anyone that knows me knows that I have a very opinionated view about what should happen to those countries that, we are currently wasting our precious resources, time, money, and people on; or to those who had ANYTHING to do with the attacks on 9/11. I also believe in our government and the leadership of it, not that it always does the right thing, BUT IT IS NOT ONE MAN or WOMAN'S decision, and I wish we the people understood that. Maybe if we weren't so quick to blame THE person in charge and took some responsibility for the shape of the corruption of our ELECTED politicians, we would have less to complain about, and more to be proud of. We are, after all, supposed to be America the Proud! Which I still am, and if my health was good, and at my age I would go back in the service, like my friend did, for the good his family.<br /><br /></div><br /><br /><div>My belief, and it is MY belief is that if the education system, had not gone to the "new method" of teaching and would go back to education, and classes like AMERICAN GOVERNMENT like what was taught in the 80's maybe a lot of people would understand the process it takes to run a nation like the UNITED STATES OF AMERICA and what it takes to get a Bill thru the senate and congress and finally to the President to either get vetoed or signed into a Bill. Or maybe the decision process it takes for the President to decide to go to war against another nation, even if He decides to go against the United Nations, it’s not just one Man's yeah or neay. Ever wonder why the President ages so much in 4 years?<br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj6ymto0ajfGT4FcSarbPhil3DsPKvSgaIUmZ7v1amsKPhr5N8oXwDXkfiWM2Vi62tZ2E1DZ9MAXcUK42_D0ZLQnYVnbHp88tROEMYbFX-4Y-74Jlog6om3z1XoeC4b1fv8oh3GGYcqVghP/s1600-h/solidersprayer.jpg"><img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 249px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5304162034256656082" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj6ymto0ajfGT4FcSarbPhil3DsPKvSgaIUmZ7v1amsKPhr5N8oXwDXkfiWM2Vi62tZ2E1DZ9MAXcUK42_D0ZLQnYVnbHp88tROEMYbFX-4Y-74Jlog6om3z1XoeC4b1fv8oh3GGYcqVghP/s320/solidersprayer.jpg" /></a></div><br /><br /><div>OK, I'm off my Saddle! I warned you! Every once in awhile I would get on my saddle, stand up and rant and rave!! Well this is one time and one issue that gets me riled up every time!! I'd really like to nuke most of that whole area, and make a big parking lot and let all those big box stores move in!! But I was nice! OK maybe not! But I had a really good day yesterday and decided to wait a day or two before I went off on this!</div><br /><br /><br /><div>So Brian if you read this, this one is for you! And BUDDY TAKE CARE AND I MISS YOU AND YOU ARE IN MY PRAYERS EVERYDAY!!!!</div></div>FTF~BLONDE~http://www.blogger.com/profile/11337229964857975993noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5407660477100961934.post-6702461732367584532009-02-03T05:22:00.000-08:002009-02-04T07:13:51.169-08:00CONVELASTING<div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjKUxk-U7P4nygUMuz-p9waOAHVNQQqHsYJuDIrXN9XrNSBsRc0vXN1Yq16u703OlH338WuijXPYWp87R7xO34GegI7DE1TkAq-s-VOWxfkjO1GDhr7l0l2Ij_YlBcX8rRLK4b4POEXC700/s1600-h/IMG_0459.JPG"></a><br /><br /><br /><div><strong><span style="color:#993399;"></span></strong><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhvhm5QrBwRRP7Kf4j3BmzkeNJqPYrE1w_-uyouuFmiN6JDgjCgvukYo71Wfx9qdVAT-b7JrqeiZ15Gr34MT88ja2YhySH8kkWNUtepTsBifh5EeWmMfF4LJ0yU0nKNV26dFghw_-wW0TGW/s1600-h/IMG_0459.JPG"></a><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhtxq03rw-f4TJIlGmo82QLjVR8rf-gQ446dMzIlw1Z-uWv_6ZtFoy8jik5_8QHb_bJ3AdeXRix2_5bN0qADGKBqwPWTaQuaeZwHEE2h1EBO-mjlRRHbaS0AKQmh6U_eKynk3B6UCFFv5Zn/s1600-h/IMG_0504.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5298561773073900386" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhtxq03rw-f4TJIlGmo82QLjVR8rf-gQ446dMzIlw1Z-uWv_6ZtFoy8jik5_8QHb_bJ3AdeXRix2_5bN0qADGKBqwPWTaQuaeZwHEE2h1EBO-mjlRRHbaS0AKQmh6U_eKynk3B6UCFFv5Zn/s320/IMG_0504.JPG" border="0" /></a><span style="color:#333399;"> </span><span style="color:#990000;">Well Its been 3 weeks since my surgery and I'm bored, tired, and pissed! Ok maybe not pissed.. Fed up! I absolutely detested having to beg freinds for rides to the store, which is 3 blocks away!! Just because I can't drive! It is Awful!</span><span style="color:#993399;"><br /></span><br /><div><span style="color:#990000;">Now, I have fallen behind in my college work becuase my head is so stinkin' foggy from this surgery! If i just happen to move my head the wrong way, I am in pain, maybe not pain but it's a feeling like being knocked to your knees by a baseball bat! Ever have that feeling? rrrr it is so aggervating!<br />I remember as a kid getting hig by a bat under the chin... OMF (and that is frickin') G (gosh) I am trying to turn over a new leaf.. (hehehe) knock you to your knees, tears in your eyes, dizzy, cant get a straight thought in your head!!!! Well thats the feeling i get if i so happen to turn my head, to fast or just a little bit to far, or just if it doesnt like something I'm doing!!! Then if I am going around the house without one of my braces for too long, my head gets to heavy ( i know weird) but it does and then i really get dizzy! Oh and then you want to hear a good one? I live in a townhouse! Well i've been feeling pretty good this weekend, and i was "hurring" up the stairs (yeah dumb) and i stumble when i get to the top, i catch myself but it jars my neck.. Yep you guess it, back to square ONE!!!! RRRRR </span></div><br /><div><span style="color:#990000;">Sometimes, I wonder why I like being single, but then I listen to my friends complain and I remember why! But, I sure wish i lived closer to some of my friends!!! cuz my family sucks!! You'd think my sister would come and at least check on me once in awhile.. NOPE! She gives me her dog to look after ...luv ya chica .. but gee! My sister had not been to come to check on me once, or to see her dog, She has a new boy toy, He is 29, she is 40!!! She did finally come and get her dog, after a month of me having her. I had to practically beg her to take me to the pet store. </span></div><br /><br /><p align="center"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhvhm5QrBwRRP7Kf4j3BmzkeNJqPYrE1w_-uyouuFmiN6JDgjCgvukYo71Wfx9qdVAT-b7JrqeiZ15Gr34MT88ja2YhySH8kkWNUtepTsBifh5EeWmMfF4LJ0yU0nKNV26dFghw_-wW0TGW/s1600-h/IMG_0459.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5298565891594823906" style="WIDTH: 190px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 228px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhvhm5QrBwRRP7Kf4j3BmzkeNJqPYrE1w_-uyouuFmiN6JDgjCgvukYo71Wfx9qdVAT-b7JrqeiZ15Gr34MT88ja2YhySH8kkWNUtepTsBifh5EeWmMfF4LJ0yU0nKNV26dFghw_-wW0TGW/s320/IMG_0459.JPG" border="0" /></a></p><br /><div><strong><em><span style="color:#990000;">You Know You Can Not Pick Your Family, But You Can Definatily Pick Your Friends!! And I've had some of my Friends for well over 4o years!!! </span></em></strong></div><br /><div><strong><em><span style="color:#990000;"></span></em></strong></div></div></div>FTF~BLONDE~http://www.blogger.com/profile/11337229964857975993noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5407660477100961934.post-79289197844162890682009-01-22T17:53:00.000-08:002009-01-22T18:07:56.234-08:00Gettin' On My Horses & Takin' a STAND!!!!<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgx3FNU97NEei7oU88ragGibU345fecDptbFRxBORlPuwvQ8KO8R7AOxN8jdt3E7jonspiDwiTCeMkiElRUVSMq7RHjB658wurAHykLyifNMFA54g4IBQ2xMx4Z8epvybGFMzktiyIIeO2g/s1600-h/mermaid.gif"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5294303496833334450" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 139px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 218px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgx3FNU97NEei7oU88ragGibU345fecDptbFRxBORlPuwvQ8KO8R7AOxN8jdt3E7jonspiDwiTCeMkiElRUVSMq7RHjB658wurAHykLyifNMFA54g4IBQ2xMx4Z8epvybGFMzktiyIIeO2g/s320/mermaid.gif" border="0" /></a><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-size:180%;color:#990000;"><em>When do we as woman realize it is not the men that make us happy?? that comes from within! Only we can make ourselves happy! and thenat that point can we as complete satisfied women allow them, (Men), to be in our worlds. They are to be looked at as an added bonus, not a necessity or a required piece to complete a picture. and then when we are at that point do we add them (Men) as a bonus, and only the special ones, they are the ones that honor us with respect and honesty and love. Only then do we allow them to enter into our worlds. </em></span></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-size:180%;color:#990000;"><em>Other than that fuck'em if they cant take a joke, and joke'em if they cant take a fuck!!! </em></span></div>FTF~BLONDE~http://www.blogger.com/profile/11337229964857975993noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5407660477100961934.post-3900383253204480322009-01-22T07:56:00.000-08:002009-01-22T08:43:41.803-08:00Beattle Juice Beattle Juice Beattle Juice!!!<div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEijDXH3ClsFzuyK26FsMusSL65YUXVqjV2lV1vMnu0S5kUB0bGchY0GC8BwMToiiWhhMJJzp3LwpQP6J__mlZ4LjyfBj4uFpNA5HotMIzB_uidSPuVvUwSSugEF48_Z_UC9UxRGMnoMnF4I/s1600-h/fire.gif"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5294157794129063954" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 115px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEijDXH3ClsFzuyK26FsMusSL65YUXVqjV2lV1vMnu0S5kUB0bGchY0GC8BwMToiiWhhMJJzp3LwpQP6J__mlZ4LjyfBj4uFpNA5HotMIzB_uidSPuVvUwSSugEF48_Z_UC9UxRGMnoMnF4I/s320/fire.gif" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><div><em><span style="color:#000099;">Well I still feel like Beattle Juice! My head feels like its held on my nuts, bolts and screws, Yesterday I was getting ready to go somewhere, and i didnt do anything out of the ordinary, i didn't hit anything, i didn't shake my head, nothing, but take the towel off my hair and OMG I felt like, You know when you were a kid or maybe even an adult, if you ever came down on your chin and hit it really hard, my only memory of this is like hitting the desk at Burger King when I was the Evil Night Manager and we had to put these evil tapes in the machines that stored all the data, well the machines were WAY WAY up on the top shelf, and you had to crawl on a stool on top of the desk, which really just was a tall boob heigth shelf, stand on it and on my tippy toes put the damn tape in, well on my way down, i slipped and came down like, you guess it a ton of bricks!! and hit my abdomen and then my chin! OUCH #$&)#$@&%*@&$#() and every other word! well this lovely feeling is how i feel every time i move my head wrong!! and it brings me to my flippin' knees!! and it makes for a really tough morning and a really lousy day, ok only if i do it repeatedly.. thus the BEATTLE JUICE!!! </span></em></div><br /><br /><br /><br /><div><em><span style="color:#000099;"></span></em></div><div><em><span style="color:#000099;">Yesterday was a BEATTLE JUICE DAY! and i couldnt stop doing it.!!! and then to top it off,</span><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjEq2AQm4Az1its-BF5QX4mokyPM6s25UK0ysSxsXFF0-gTfo1HH-ybHwHClGEA_e_KhlFI_DSJjWuTCc9Z2eo38faZeAwI68WG3C-B0S0QQCSDHaeYERwXolhGJoj0CledT_2Y6AqaTcMC/s1600-h/g+i+think+im+sexy.jpg"><span style="color:#000099;"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5294157806712204050" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 192px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 149px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjEq2AQm4Az1its-BF5QX4mokyPM6s25UK0ysSxsXFF0-gTfo1HH-ybHwHClGEA_e_KhlFI_DSJjWuTCc9Z2eo38faZeAwI68WG3C-B0S0QQCSDHaeYERwXolhGJoj0CledT_2Y6AqaTcMC/s320/g+i+think+im+sexy.jpg" border="0" /></span></a><span style="color:#000099;"> my sista, who is only a sista by bold, cuz no sista would treat a dog the way she treats someone when she only has use for them when she wants something from them! Was suppose to come up and take me to town to pay bills, grocery shop, You know make sure I'm ALIVE!! Guess what? Im not! I'm just a babysitter for her flippin handicapped dog! (she's deaf and got behavior issues) I get an email around 9pm saying sorry we'll do it tonight! BITCH! </span></em></div><em><br /><br /><br /><br /><div><br /><span style="color:#000099;">Then, Do you ever wonder why some stores have customer service desk, or brag about their customer service? I dont know about where you live, but Central Oregon, is the worst place i have ever lived for customer service, and its not just the small mom and pop stores, its the big chains stores that come in here too! </span></div><br /><br /><div><span style="color:#000099;">Lets just say after i get my Toshiba back from Best Buy, I dont care if they are giving away a flat screen tv, i wont ever take anything in there for repair again, and i wont buy anything from there again.. 15 minutes on the phone just to get someone to answer, thats ring after ring. The first time, and then that guy puts me on hold for the GEEK SQUAD and no one ever comes to the phone. Then its another 7 minutes of ring after ring and i get some one on the phone i ask for the STORE MANAGER and i have to wait another 5 minutes and I explain that this was the worst case of customer service i have ever experienced His answer was, they on normal days, only have 1 (one) person answering the phones. and i asked about the GEEK SQUAD not having working phones and he said that he was sorry and what could he do and i said i wanted to check on the status of my laptop, He took another 7 minutes, thats after i gave him the tracking number (GEEK SQUAD tracking number) for my laptop to see when it was going to be delivered. He did not apologize, for the lenght of time that the phone was not answered, or that i was put on hold and no one picked it up. Just that this was normal procedure! NOT IN MY BOOK OR IN MY CHECK BOOK! </span></div><br /><br /><div><span style="color:#000099;"></span></div><div><span style="color:#000099;">The next case of CRAPPY OMG CRAPPY customer service is the HERTZ car rental in BEND, OREGON!!! My sista, had reserved a 4 wheel drive truck 3 weeks before she needed, she was not going to pay with it, with a credit card or a debit card, so she did not need to read the little and I DO MEAN LITTLE BOX that says "if paying here with debit or credit card please read" she was going to pay cash after she dropped the car off. We went down on her lunch hour to get her car, and i was taking her car, cuz again i was taking her dog and her kid. We sat there for well over her lunch hour because the JERK sales men and asst manager said that she could not rent the vechicle, 1. because she had an out of state license.. how do business people ren</span><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgvSFnT2eVBR1Y-GrIuTwk5HeV1pBIIRmMOUAH19FhyDQKPYBsu4IY1KvnmZAQIuTNxjd_7jUQA5zBI6M8rcwYyGNqL5xaOWTXpW7T5aFDrKFB51saGrksN54bTQu152JbKTgRAbV4Azyo4/s1600-h/every+thing+happens+for+a+reason.gif"><span style="color:#000099;"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5294157804867170018" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 227px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgvSFnT2eVBR1Y-GrIuTwk5HeV1pBIIRmMOUAH19FhyDQKPYBsu4IY1KvnmZAQIuTNxjd_7jUQA5zBI6M8rcwYyGNqL5xaOWTXpW7T5aFDrKFB51saGrksN54bTQu152JbKTgRAbV4Azyo4/s320/every+thing+happens+for+a+reason.gif" border="0" /></span></a><span style="color:#000099;">t cars when they travel? 2. She had torn up all her credit cards and was going to pay cash when she was done using the DAMN TRUCK. 3. and this hertz didnt take debit cards. So we thought Id rent the damn thing! They wont rent to me 1. I get SSI (SO F'n what does that have to do with having a drivers license and a credit card) 2. My credit card doesnt have enough to hold the vechile.. Mind you they dont tell us how much they need on the credit card, to hold it, just that there isnt enough. 3. My debit card is empty. So carmen calls a friend from work, 1. she has ODL, 2. she has credit card with money... Not enough. it has to have 200$ pluse the amount of the rental to hold the car... WE ARE ALL FUMING!! its freezing its almost 5pm, and these guys are being complete ASSES!! wont help us find another rental, wont budge an inch, wont even let us borrow a phone book!! THANK GOD for my palm and instant internet!!! I get all the car rental places in Bend and Redmond and find one that has a 4 wheel drive, or all wheel at this point, will take a debit card and a ODL and not have to have a $500 limit to hold the DAMN TRUCK that we are going to pay cash for when she is done using it!</span></div><div align="left"><span style="color:#000099;">Thank YOU BUDGET!!! at the RIVERHOUSE LODGE!!! for 1. staying open and waiting for us 2. for having great custmore service!! 3. for dealing with my sista! </span></em></div></div>FTF~BLONDE~http://www.blogger.com/profile/11337229964857975993noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5407660477100961934.post-19599955466001143582009-01-21T06:33:00.000-08:002009-01-21T16:01:19.300-08:00Running around Like a blair witch<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgPQXK9bd1Pjvsz6eC4-EwPIPy9Q7CIJkcmUIaXW1wnlzsFl5BElIL5GuTP_LP6lv6pkbScymwNwQEbwwXl5QSP3j1EqLAmNcdoXR0exRnz-AI2aTwXrTcWDZz3H1R-AhQwtW8yB3od4Gev/s1600-h/shawneesiggy.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5293760612020933698" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 91px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgPQXK9bd1Pjvsz6eC4-EwPIPy9Q7CIJkcmUIaXW1wnlzsFl5BElIL5GuTP_LP6lv6pkbScymwNwQEbwwXl5QSP3j1EqLAmNcdoXR0exRnz-AI2aTwXrTcWDZz3H1R-AhQwtW8yB3od4Gev/s320/shawneesiggy.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgIQuouZe-j7Y_OWjPydwr9RsK0t-MLvmkHRQI2MEK02ivimbNxP82HaBe8Uc7jkY7zsw3hJtn-Tj3gaBPfQv8hZjP4DT2z_HTPajUqyNedALVIE7uHpZi1Y2OBlU5HaDAAiTB07d7HWzuH/s1600-h/friends.gif"></a><div><div><em><span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#6600cc;"><span style="color:#000099;">OK Having this neck surgery was a good thing? right? some one please tell me it was! Because i really am feeling like my head is spinning around in circles, like a Blair witch! I feel that if i don't have that damn Uncomfortable brace on, my head is going to fall off, or come loose at the nuts, bolts, and screws and spin uncontrollably! and no that is not funny!! OK maybe it is! But its not right now. And this hurts! I don't know if my lower back surgery hurt as bad, or maybe i wasn't consciences enough by now to know if if hurt. But this hurts, You cant swallow, because they went in there and moved your whole lynx and esophagus around so everything is swollen and it hurts to eat ice cream, now that is just plain against the American Constitution! OK well it should be! Its as American as Apple Pie, and i know for sure i cant eat that! Just the other day, it took me over an hour to eat "A" and i do mean a, as in ONE small peace of white pizza. I know it was dumb, but liquids get REAL BORING REAL FAST!! So my head is spinning out of control and one of my HS (high school) buddies who i have recently gotten back into contact with thanks to FACEBOOK (yeah facebook) thinks it just hilarious to make me <span style="color:#cc33cc;">giggle</span>. Its not~~ It hurts like a mofo!! and i do mean bad! But he will get his.. I just want to know that if they told anyone all the after affects of a surgery would anyone get one??? I mean, come one honestly? After i had my lower back fused, i was feeling at the top of my world.. until Winter hit, and the frigid cold set in and that wonderful titanium that they stuck down my back felt like they Jabbed a slab of ice right threw my back and there was no way of ever getting it warm! But you know what my doctor with the bed side manner of a rattle snake said " what if i told you, you were the first one to tell me that?" and my answer to him, was you be lying. and he said," yeah, your right your not" rrrr they aggravate me so much with their god complexes. SO now I'm thinking, if me wondrous doctor had told me that i wasn't going to be able to swallow much more than ice or sleep except for sitting up for the next 6 to 8 weeks would i have had this surgery done? hmm ill have to get back to you in 6 to 8 weeks~ cuz right now</span> <span style="color:#cc0000;">HELL NO!</span> </span></em></div></div></div>FTF~BLONDE~http://www.blogger.com/profile/11337229964857975993noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5407660477100961934.post-52289392318404321812009-01-20T19:41:00.000-08:002009-01-21T15:57:24.335-08:00I have a threrory<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi843PuJumf2vOV7iZ0QHdLpC5P27RcxFeSnkjHV9GJ3GerG2_o7_XccoUUH5crUgK66XJI79BV3esiJoAvjtNwlShZJeG2I59dBWTZfRtEYyW4pprYSmrKVsoZKOjFf2uJQEBVgv4_4Irg/s1600-h/cool+butterfly.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5293597049976728258" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 170px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 183px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi843PuJumf2vOV7iZ0QHdLpC5P27RcxFeSnkjHV9GJ3GerG2_o7_XccoUUH5crUgK66XJI79BV3esiJoAvjtNwlShZJeG2I59dBWTZfRtEYyW4pprYSmrKVsoZKOjFf2uJQEBVgv4_4Irg/s320/cool+butterfly.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><div><span style="font-family:verdana;color:#330099;">I've come to realise that when I'm down, happy, frustrated, or in any kind of funk, I go shopping, but not just any kind of shopping, there is only one kind of shopping that can fix the blues. SHOE SHOPPING! and i have the closet's to prove it. My next idea is to organize them, some way, to keep them in their neat pretty little boxes, so i don't have to dig thru them all to see which ones i want to wear, and which boxes Ive just kept and shoved something else in there. Its a girl thing believe me! or at least i hope it is.. i have yet to come across a man with as many shoes as me or my sister! and she has tubs of them. I have no earthly idea how she keeps them straight! </span></div><br /><br /><div><span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#330099;">But to my down fall and to the down fall of my wallet there is now in my town of residence a place to every shoe lovers dream. Its called the the Pink Shoe!! and OMG! it has shoes in every color, shape, and delicious design a girl with a fetish for shoes can imagine. You will see several of their shoes here. </span></div><br /><br /><div><span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#330099;">But this is not just a blog about my shoe fetish and what I've done with them. Its about me, my life, and everything in it. But hey i had to start some where. Didn't i? </span></div>FTF~BLONDE~http://www.blogger.com/profile/11337229964857975993noreply@blogger.com3