Me 'n My Laptop

Happy Birthday SonOne

We Could Try It Again

Sometimes I think how lucky I am

to have a child who hasn’t had

any of those “childhood problems”.

But once, maybe twice –

you did wet the bed.

You’d wake up crying

in the middle of the night,

saying you were cold.

I stormed into your room,

and yanked you out of bed,

screaming, hissing, furious –

sleep comes hard for someone

with a dead baby.

I think my fury

scared you from ever

wetting the bed again.

Oh my little toddler son –

how I wish I could start

all over again with us.

I would be there for you –

instead of with

your dead brother,

those couple of years

after he died.

Go ahead little boy of mine,

wet the bed all you want

and let me show you

that I can be quiet and understanding

when a three-year old pees his bed

in the middle of the night.

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Just Call Me Reminiscing

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Let's give em something to talk about

What would you say about a guy who is 5 years younger than I am?  And who also:

1.  Love houseplants

2.  LOVES to garden

3.  LOVES to go thrift shopping and garage sales

4.  Takes the same pain meds I do

5.  Can't sleep at nite

6.  Is on disability

7.  Lives in the same building I do

8.  Gained 20 pounds since Thanksgiving (I have gained 15)

9.  Wants to start walking every day

10.  Is connected spiritually to the Native American beliefs (as I am - I have visions)

11.  LOVES dogs and used to have 2 sibling boy cats.  One of those cats was black with a white spot on his chest (like Hiney).  Has a little girl chi wa wa (sound it out cause I can't spell it) who is very prissy and pampered.

12.  Washes dishes

13.  Forgets easy

14.  I used to work with clients that had his disability, so I am familiar with it.

15.  Likes to play pinocle with us, which is how we've learned all these things.

Guess what the old people around us are saying/gossiping, hmmm?

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Just Call Me Awake at 5:19am

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Oh dear, now I'm really worried about myself

On Brothers and Sisters tonite, an ex-boyfriend of the gay lawyer dropped in at his office, by pretending he had an appointment, using a different name because he wasn't sure if the lawyer ex-boyfriend would consent to seeing him.  It was a surprise.  They make nice awkardly, and then the lawyer asks if he was okay, did he need anything, was he in trouble? 

My very first thought? 

He's pregnant. 

WHAT IS WRONG WITH ME???

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Just Call Me Perhaps Watching Too Much TV

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Extreme Makeover Tonite

Am I the only one bothered by the show tonite? 

It's for another homeless family, of course.  A mother and father with 4 boys.  This time because of the floods in New Hampshire 18? months ago. 

The past few shows, the team has built a new home for people who are giving back to their community in some way and/or have some sort of major medical crisis going on, or a death or in a wheelchair while in the line of duty of being a policeman or fireman, or in the military.  Previous families have adopted special needs children, or started a Feed the Hungry program, or provided horse riding thereapy classes for the disabled. 

Have I become too cynical because "all' this family went thru is a flood?  And both parents have both their legs and arms and work? 

Problem #1:  The family isn't doing anything in the community - no volunteering, no nothing. 

Problem #2:  They were on a list to have "No Place Like Home" build them a house.  They were next on the list.  The house currently being built was for them.  It was done, all it needed was to be put on the lot. 

Problem #3:  So the "No Place Like Home" house being currently built and pretty much done went to the next family on the list.  They made a big deal out of "paying it forward" - that this house could go on to the next family in line.  To me, that's not really paying it forward, it's being next in line.  Which is a good thing, of course, but a pretty cheap way of  "paying it forward".

Problem #4:  The pay it forward house went to the next family in line, who had one little girl.  Ummm... if Extreme Makeover hadn't come along, would the Extreme Makeover family with 4 boys have had to move into a two bedroom house?  Or did the house have 4 bedrooms, but it was paid forward to a family with only one child?

Problem #5:  One of the designers hung up a plaque that said "There's No Place Like Home" with the dramatic statement "I don't think any other family can appreciate this more than the *blank* family".  Riggghht.  Cept for maybe the Katrina and Rita families, perhaps?

Problem #6:  The father is just really bugging me for some reason.  Fake tears.  Martyr complex? 

Problem #7:  Does Extreme Makeover take into account the fact that the family will have to pay the power bills on these massive homes they build?  I've often wondered that - it's obvious the families are not full of money in the first place.  And on this build?  They built an outdoor gymnasium pretty much, calling it the garage project.  But the ceilings were tall enough for an indoor rock climbing wall!  And I'm not talking just 10 or 12 feet tall, it was at least 2 stories tall. 

Grrrrrrrrrrrrrrr

My computer is so messed up that I have to reboot about every 15 minutes.  Pop-up blockers aren't working, which adds more junk, and I'm ready to scream. 

That is all. 

In Ironic Honor

I wandered out to the lobby today, wondering if anyone had seen any home health aides today, because I didn't know if my aide was coming or not, it being Martin Luther King Day.  A holiday for some places of employment. 

Me:  Blah blah blah.

Old Lady:  I haven't seen anybodies aide come by, but I've only been sitting here for a few minutes.

Me:  I'm not sure if MLK's is a national, federal holiday or not for home health aides.  Seems like if they (the agencies) had a choice, they'd chose to have President's Day off instead.  Isn't that in January too?  That way they can spread the holidays out during the month.  (Meaning, a holiday at the first of the month (New Years) and another towards the end of the month)  (Then I found out later how wrong I was - President's Day is in February, which made my query and point all moot). 

Old Lady:  Well, there shouldn't be a Martin Luther King day at all.  He was nothing but a black n****r. 

Me:  Blink.  Blink. Blink. 

Old Lady:  I know I shouldn't say that, but I'm 72 years old, and my daddy taught me what's right and what's wrong, and having a day for black n*r is just not right, and I don't care what anyone thinks.  Blah blah blah rant rant rant.

Me:  Blink, blink, blink.

Old Lady:  If the young people of today would listen to their fathers like we had to, we wouldn't have such a mess in our world - kids these days just don't have any respect for their fathers like we were taught. 

Me:  (Thinking inside my head - fathers AND racism ... all in one rant that I could take on ... should I? ... and I thought I didn't like her cause she keeps shoving her church down my throat ... hmmm, what to do, what to do)

Old Lady:  Blah blah blah rant rant rant

Me:  You know, I thought I didn't like you because of you trying to shove your religion down my throat.  Do you how offensive what you just said is? 

Old Lady:  Rant rant rant.  I'm 82 years old, I can say whatever I want to say!

Me:  You said at first you were 72 ... so you're a liar as well as a religious fanatic, and a racist?

Old Lady:  I'm 72 years old!  I've earned the right to think whatever I want at my age!  Blah blah blah rant rant rant.

Me:  (Realizing uh oh, the landlady is in her office and can hear everything) 

Me:  Well yea, you think you've "earned the right" to think and say anything, right?  I mean, after all, being WHITE gives you everything, right?  How did you feel about not being able to vote, just because you were a woman way back then?

Old Lady:  Rant rant rant, it wasn't right, and I marched for the right to vote, blah blah blah, and you, young lady, can just respect your elders for getting you the right to vote, because if it wasn't for your elders, you wouldn't have any rights at all, blah blah blah, rant rant rant.

Me:  So ... not having rights as a woman back then ... doesn't that tend to make you sympathize with other minorities, including black people? 

Old Lady:  Rant rant rant mo*keys rant rant rant ignorant rant rant rant ra*ing wh*te wo*en rant rant rant. 

Lordy.  I couldn't believe the punch in the gut feeling it gave me to hear someone talk the way she did.  And I couldn't believe how my brain kicked in.  I've avoided looking for jobs counseling or facilitating groups because my reasoning/thinking skills don't kick in with my verbal skills.  I almost asked how she felt about hom*se*uals, but thought better of it... heh.

The asterisks are so I don't get hits for the provocative words.  Don't want that kind of attention. 

But she did bring back a memory.  When SonOne was little, like 2 or 3, we were grocery shopping in the produce aisle.  SonOne was sitting in the cart, looking at a really old, really wrinkly, really brown man picking up bananas.  SonOne said "LOOK MOM, THERE'S A MONKEY IN THE STORE BUYING BANANAS!"

Oh the embarrassment. 

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Just Call Me Stunned At Old People. 

Can anyone tell me how certain words are getting underlined/linked in my posts?  I'm not doing it, and i't irritating.  They're showing up on the draft pages too.  My "work page" so to speak.  Grrrr

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Living dangerously

So I've been busily downloading music and sorting it and making playlists and it's been alot of busy work, getting ready to put them onto a new computer. 

Whenever one of those memes come around, asking me questions like ... what's my favorite song when I was 12 years old, or what song makes me remember a specific memory, blah blah blah - I draw an absolute blank.  I couldn't remember a song if my life depended on it. 

So how is it that I've got 1500 songs downloaded on my computer? 

Since when did I become a music lover? 

Cause surely, if one has downloaded 1500 songs, surely that means one must be a music lover ...

Because otherwise, it could mean one is obsessed.  Not to mention the slightly illegal activity of ... well, never mind.  Let's just say "downloading" is another term for "slippery slope". 

It's not as if I PLANNED on downloading 1500 songs.  I just kept remembering more and more songs that I liked when I was 12 years old.  And then when I was 13.  14.  15.  You get the idea.   

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Just Call Me Naive Perhaps because I Download Only During the Middle of the Night, When the Internet Police are Asleep

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I've been tagged

Tag!
I was tagged by GreenishLady. Thanks! for choosing me!

These are the rules :
1. Link to the person that tagged you and post the rules on your blog. Done.
2. A. Share 5 random and/or weird facts about yourself on your blog; or
B. Share the 5 top places on your “want to see or want to see again” list; or C. Share 5 things you never pictured being in your future when you were 25 years old.
3. Tag a minimum of 5, maximum of 10 random people at the end of your post and include links to their blogs.
4. Let each person know that they have been tagged by leaving a comment on their blog.
The tagees have a choice of which they want to do.

A.  Five random and/or weird facts about myself:

    1.  I twirl a strand of my hair, supposedly cause I can't "feel" it.  2.  I used to own 7 cats at one time.  When I couldn't remember when I last saw Taz, I realized I had too many cats. 3.  I watch animal cruelty shows ... and I don't know why I do it to myself.  4.  I walk like Frankenstein in the mornings.  5.  I'm scared to death of birds. 

B.  Share the five top places on my "want to see or want to see again" list:

    1.  San Francisco.  2.  City of Rocks in Idaho. 3.  Ruidoso.  4.  Santa Fe.  5.  Sea World.

C.  Share five things I never pictured being in my future when I was 25 years old:

    1.  That at age 26, my youngest son would die at the age of 3 1/2 months.  2.  That I'd be divorced.  Twice.  3.  That I'd be married to a major drug dealer.  4.  That I'd be dx'd with a major and chronic disease and have to deal with chronic pain.  5.  That I'd weigh 220 pounds.  And lose it too.

So now I need to tag 5 others.  Yeeps.  Since I'm glad to see Friday is still with us, I'll nag tag her.  And mdmhvonpa.  And Bubbie too. 

While trying to link Walls page, my puter froze 3 times.  Grrr.  The link I have for her looks weird, so I'm not sure I should link it.  Walls?  64 something?  Looks like a forum of some sort, if you'd like me to link it, let me know. 

That's all - I"m all pissed off at the computer.

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Just Call Me Done

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At last ... a post

Yet another sentence I thought I'd never utter:

"I miss my teeth". 

They're at the dentist, getting refitted permanently.  Which requires leaving The Teeth there, and me not having them in my mouth for approximately 24 hours.  During which time, one is supposed to talk, smile, frown, and ... oh yea ... EAT. 

Not happening in a pretty way. 

In other news, I'm at my sister's office, where I am trying to transfer/copy/insure that I don't lose my music and pictures to a new computer and/or CD's.  Damn Windows Media Player for not being simple to figure out.  I have over 1400 songs on my computer, which necessitates copying them onto CD's in some fashion.  What I'd LIKE to do is just copy the songs onto CD's, and then delete them from my computer.  I'm going to let Wheelie use my computer, as some yahoo nitwit installed Windows XP onto her computer, which has -14 memory.  I have to take a nap between pages - it's so frustrating. 

New favorite music to listen to?  Boney M. 

Lordy.  My computer is way to dinosauric to copy music in any sort of speedy fashion ...

Hmmm... a certain someone would really like me right now ... as long as he didn't have to actually LOOK at my gum-less state of being ...

I'm wearing one of those medical masks to disguise me from being a little old lady with no teethies.  It's really disturbing - a mouth frowns when there's no teeth to hold it up.

I've not been writing because there's a huge issue going on in my life/head right now, and it's touchy - privacy issues abound, even tho I've got permission to blog about it.  It's intensely personal, and involves my childhood and my parenting and my son's childhood/adulthood, and admitting certain faults, but damn it, I wasn't a bad mother!  It's taken me some time to realize I don't have to cower under the load of guilt I've been carrying - and I don't deserve alot of the crap I got handed to me either. 

Alot of "what come around goes around" is going on, and I hate to admit it ... especially since MY MOTHER READS THIS DAMN BLOG.  So I must gain her permission to write about certain things too.  Things like "toaster crumbs" and when Jacob was alive and when I told the big bad secret in our family, etc. 

So.

The cats are doing well.  Barf is the bigger of the two, and is still depending on his looks to get by with doing very little but meow all the time.  At certain times, he comes up to me, meowing his fool head off, staring me in the eyes as if he's just positive I know what he's talking about.  And when I don't?  Incessant meowing in all sorts of raucous tones abound.  Good grief, I'm typing words I never use in real life.  The point is - with Barf - he's very pretty and cute and liony - so he doesn't have as good a personality as Hiney.

Much like the dogs - their personalities are completely different from each other.  Barf is the cat version of Muttin - attitude abounds.  He thinks he's lord of the manor and all we have to do is look at him and be filled with the wonder that is him.  Much like Muttin, he doesn't listen.  If Hiney is looking at a plant, he contemplates before attacking, which gives me enough time to tell him "no!" and he won't do it.  He looks at me, says "darn it", and walks away.  Cool dude cat that he is. 

It's when the 4 of them are all outside, in a group, each looking for a spot to pee/poo that I feel like I have too many animals - cause it looks like I have a herd out there.  I feel like Pied Piper when I'm out with them - they all follow me like the pack leader I am. 

The Old People who live here are charmed yet some more by the cats.  I seem to raise animals packed with personality.  The landlady keeps told me I better keep them all away from people, cause it makes old people crabby.  Yet, they're always asking me about the pets, and I'm pretty sure they like the animals more than they like me. 

My sister is nagging me TO DEATH about getting this posted, and so, rather than writing my heart's desire, I shall end this post now, just SO I CAN POST THE DAMN THING. 

Oy.  It took about an hour to copy ONE CD, and then?  Fatal Error Occurred.  Suck it.

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Just Call Me Irritated by Computers and Sister

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Blah blah blah

I am a contrary being.  It's so frustrating. 

I decided to take a break from blogging.  As soon as I did, I felt like blogging again.  Since I said I was taking a break, I made do with the ring tone posts, to fill in.  Then I decided I'd start blogging again after the new year started.  As soon as I decided that, I didn't feel like writing again. 

Hence, the "Blogging without Obligation" logo on the left.  Click on it and read what it's about if you're curious.  No biggie.

Course ... I'll find some way to be contrary regarding not being obligated too, I'm sure.

I've put collars on the cats.  With bells.  They're not happy.  Hiney looks quite dapper in his black and white checkered collar, but you can't see Barf's at all, partly cause it blends in with his coloring, but also because he's got the thick mane of a lion.  He's quite offended, as he's told me MANY times - lions don't wear collars.  And as I've told him just as many times - lions that belong to me DO wear collars because it's cute.  We go round and round on this, but as I'm the one with the opposable thumbs that can manuver putting the collar on - I win.  So far. 

I built myself a walk-in closet.

Oh yes I did. 

Oprah told me that clutter can hinder sleep.  As I got rid of my dresser drawers, now my clothes sit on shelves.  I decided that was too cluttery, so I used the bookshelves as a wall, with the back towards my bed, and the open shelves towards the closet.  Wa la.  So clever.  And less clutter! 

I also changed my living room around too.  So for the last 5 days, my house has been in a turmoil.  I really like the way it is now. 

Oh!  I've applied for housing in Spokane too.  With my luck, Idaho Falls, San Francisco, and Spokane will all call me at once. 

UPDATE:  The day after I wrote this, Idaho Falls housing called two old ladies who live here, who wanted to move to IF.  They were behind me on the list, so why I didn't get called before them was a mystery.  Until I called, and discovered they have an upstairs unit available, and I have to have to ground level.  Poo.

Last but not least

This is for SanFranMan when I'm pissed off at him.  Heh.

.His ringtone is "Underneath Your Clothes" .  Thank goodness he never hears it cause he'd be embarrased.  I'm thinking about changing it, cause for some reason, this one becomes the worst earworm - singing "Underneath Your Clothes" got me looked at funny while shopping for bananas.  .

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Behind the Scenes

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For someone who is afraid of commitment, doesn't think they have time for it, has been screwed too many times by women.  It says "You can lead a heart to love, but you can't make it fall".  I just love that.

Ringtone is "Whiskey Lullaby", "It's 5:00 o'clock Somewhere" or "I Wanna Talk About Me".  It takes turns. 

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Frustration City

I have a terrible time remembering where I put things.  I have been trying VERY hard to have a routine.  Which is good, but when you're out of your routine (like traveling to babysit dogs), it's not so good cause I'm at a total loss when I lose my glasses or wallet or pills or whatever. 

So it's doubly frustrating when I can remember that I put all the owner's manuals (camera, computer, watches, etc.) in a accordion file.  They've been in that file forever, and I've finally got it into my head - that is where they are.  But.  I can't remember WHERE I put the damn file.  I had it yesterday.  Yesterday, I finally put all the owner's manuals in it, all together in one place.  Today, I found another one, and went to put it away in the file.  WHERE IS THE DAMN THING???

Old age or MS? 

The old people around me tell me it's old age, they have the same memory problems.  But I just don't think so, in my case.  I think it's the pain that robs me of my brain, because when I'm not in pain, the brain seems to work just fine.  There are moments of such shocking clarity ... it is treasured when I'm operating on all six cylinders.  When the pain clears, I'll find the accordian file. 

Yes I will.

In other news?  Bored, depressed, hate the snow, am mean to the dogs by not exercising them.  I KNOW what will help.  I loaned someone some money, (see Ben, I'm passing it forward!) as as soon as it gets paid back, I'm going to rejoin Snap Fitness, which is a couple of blocks away.  I've got to get back to taking care of my health again.

Two other people who live here were called by the housing agency in Idaho Falls today.  Since I applied earlier than they did, I called to see why I hadn't been called.  The apartment available is an upstairs unit, and I can't do stairs.  Well, I can, but not with a leash and groceries to hang on to.  I could make one trip with groceries, or whatever, but trip 2 and 3 would do me in for the rest of the day.  She did say I was very close to the top of the list.  Hopefully around Spring, I'll be able to move. 

Or maybe San Francisco will call!!!

By the Light of the Moon

A heart in the dark of the moon, for ReikiMan, with whom I had a rather intense moment regarding the moon, in the City of Rocks.  Picture is blurry, so it doesn't really show the moon shadow, moon shadow...

His ring tone is "Amarillo by Morning", because that's where his mom lives.  I've tried to use a more soulful ringtone, like ... "Walking on the Sun" (cause the opposite of moon is sun ... right?), but I never could remember it, but for some reason, where his mother lives stuck in my mind. 

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Won't be long before I need this. Oh wait, Never Mind. I Still Have my Hearing

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"I Love You" in sign language for an old best friend.  His nieces live in the town where the deaf school is, and they've taught themselves the sign language, even tho they are both hearing, and go to the regular school.  He never calls because his wife hates me.  He is involved in the local races tho, as the announcer, so I keep his number because every single year I get calls looking for him to see if he'll work the race.  I guess since we used to live together a million years ago, I'm still the go to person who knows how to find him.

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Crossing my fingers that I won't need him

For the mechanic.  The link will take you to the video on Youtube - it was not embeddable. 

It's got gears and things in it. 

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Yea Gosling

I've been talking to Gosling since the beginning of blogging, however long that has been for me.  Three years?  She was my first reader that kept coming back, and my first commenter. 

She lives in India, where tradition has the parents choosing their children's spouses.  She has never wanted this, and went thru a time last year where a match was chosen for her, and she bucked family acceptance and refused.  She wanted to go to college in the western world.  Last December, she made it.  She's now in Chicago, going to school, and I hate her cause she lives next door to Oprah, I'm sure of it. 

Congratulations, Gosling.  You made it.  Now report to me with your grades, I'll accept A's and B's only.  Anything less, and it's back to India with you. 

I've always found it facinating to talk to her because of the different cultures.  One of the things that I find really interesting is that her culture tends to poopoo the effects of abuse.  She says it doesn't matter, get over it, and I, of course, disagree vehemetly.  But what if she's right and it's really not a big deal?  That would be the majority of my adult life wasted on "getting over it".  Hmmm.

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Just Call Me Her Quasi-Parent

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This is for Wheelie

A strawberry heart, for my gardening friend who is not on Verizon, dammit, and we use up alot of minutes.  Her garden was a thing of beauty this last summer.

Her ringtone is "Material Girl" by Madonna, because she's a millionaire and loves to shop.  I do have a picture of a pile of money, but I thought that would be crass. 

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Dear Friends are Irreplaceable

I was shopping with very good friend in Spokane, who knows how much I hate being 50 years of age.  She reads the blog.

Or something.  Maybe we were walking the dogs.  I don't remember what we were doing. 

But some male jerk wolf-whistled at me.  I'm sure it was for me, cause she's tall and blonde, and I'm short and fat, so it had to have been for me.  Right?  Of course right.  She was hidden in a brown coat about 7 sizes too big for her, with an eskimo hood, and she could not be seen.  So it had to have been for me. 

Me:  (In a disgusted tone)  I just got wolf whistled at.  (Cause she probably didn't hear thru her winter apparral)

She:  Well, be grateful for that.

Me:  No way, it's just rude. 

She:  Well, you don't know how much longer you'll be able to get that....

Me:  It's just rude rude rude rant rant rant. 

Me:  (Stop ranting suddenly to look at her suspiciously)

Me:  Get that?  What do you mean, 'get that'? 

She:  Well, you are ... uh ... 50 ...

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She cackles.  Like a witch.  Bitch. 

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Just Call Me Still Got It Evidently

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Need I Say More

For all the race club guys.  There is no need for a heart for this one, as you well know.  Because we also all know who number 24 is, right? 

I'm hoping the YouTube is "I Love Nascar".

If any of these youtube thingys don't work right, let me know, k? 

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My Little Black Book

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This is for the guy friends in my phone list.  Each one of them provides a different aspect to my ying with their yang.  All three of them.  Good friends to have. 

When these guys call, I hear "Hey, Good Looking".  (as if they're singing it to me, see?)  So cute, yes? 

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Somehow Shit and Holy Water should not be in the same post

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And this is poop in a toilet ... for my ex-husband, the alcoholic.  A toilet because it reminds me of having to clean the toilet out in the shop, where all the employees went. 

Oddly, his ringtone is "Holy Water", by Big and Rich ... because I did the most healing of my own issues when I was with him. 

I really have more respect for him than the picture implies.  It's just that ... those shop toilets got reeeeeally bad.   

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And I Really Really Miss Him/Her, Am Protecting Their Privacy

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This is from someone who has a broken heart and we talk every once in awhile.  It's a bandaid. 

The ringtone is "It's a Heartache".  Of course.

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Eyes Impotent ... Yes, I'se is

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Eye doctor.  Can you tell I'm getting tired?

Ringtone is "Doctor my Eyes"

Speaking of eyes... mine can't fucking see!  I'm getting scared.  Spose I should make an eye appointment. 

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And Then There's Ben ... Afleck!

Ben - cause he took me to Sea World when I was in San Diego last year and the blue things are dolphins. 

He'll not be happy with me when he hears his ... so, um.  Ben!  Hey, how are ya, buddy, ole pal, oh one I met on-line, and then a really funny song came out recently that I HAVE to use, and you're the only one I met on-line, whom I talked to for awhile before I met you and and and ... well, you know. 

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The other vet

The official vet on record ...

The words say "Muttin & Jeff    Barf & Hiney".  Too blurry to see. 

The ring tone is a horse whinny.  It's quite disconcerting to be woken up in the morning to the sound of a horse in your bedroom.  True.

It was going to be VetMan's ring tone, but it just doesn't seem right to hear horses whinny when he calls.  .

Who is in Venezula right now, btw.

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A Traveler of Great Distances and Not Home for Chistmas, but Maybe for New Years

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This is VetMan's, cause he's always saying "Holy hell", or "Holy shit", and "Holy heck" and "Holy freezing outside".  I think it's called the Holy Batman Syndrome - Robin had it bad. 

The ring tone is "Long Black Train", by Josh Turner, again because it's religious and that "holy" thing he's got going on.  I like it and I was running out of ringtones to use and my sister called me and told me "STOP DOWNLOADING RINGTONE RIGHT NOW.  STOP IT RIGHT NOW.  YOU'VE GOT TO STOP DOWNLOADING NOW RIGHT. NOW."   To which I called back and told her not to speak to me in that tone of voice ever again.