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I'm leaving tomorrow for 8 days at Disneyworld with my sister and her 2 small kids. She turns 40 Saturday and will no doubt get crazy one me. Damn why didn't I think of her birthday falling during the vacation. Oh well, Maybe I can get her drunk. No I can't we'll have the kids. Maybe I can sneak out and get drunk. That might work. No dammit I got to do the driving. That's it no way out. Could a firing squad be harder to face than a woman turning 40 on the road with a 2 and 9year old to Disneyworld for a week? No I didn't think so either. I've still got so much to do and not enough time to get it all done in and the weather has turned so cold. Down in the 50's and I am freezing. My cousin was laughing at me today when I said that she's in Michigan and thinks 50 is warm. That girl needs to come down south for a while and let her blood warm up a bit. So now I have to unpack my shorts and switch to long pants. I want to leave by 6pm to get through Atlanta, Ga traffic between 10 and 11. Too early for the drunks but late enough to avoid the heavy traffic. I'm going to miss my friends and oddly enough VR to an amazing degree. I've made some good friends here and not talking to them for a week is going to be hard.

Have you ever spoken and wished that you could

immediately take the words back...

or that you could crawl into a hole?

Here are the Testimonials of a few people who did....





FIRST TESTIMONY:

I walked into a hair salon with my husband and three kids in tow

and asked loudly,

"How much do you charge for a shampoo and a blow job?"

I turned around and walked back out and never went back

My husband didn't say a word...

he knew better.





SECOND TESTIMONY:

I was at the golf store comparing different kinds of golf balls.

I was unhappy with the women's type I had been using.

After browsing for several minutes,

I was approached by one of the good-looking gentlemen who works at the store.

He asked if he could help me.

Without thinking, I looked at him and said, "I think I like playing with mens balls"



THIRD TESTIMONY:

My sister and I were at the mall and

passed by a store that sold a

var iety of ca ndy and nuts.

As we were looking at the display case,

the boy behind the counter asked if we needed any help.

I replied, "No, I'm just looking at your nuts."

My sister started to laugh hysterically.

The boy grinned, and I turned beet-red and walked away.

To this day,

my sister has never let me forget.





FOURTH TESTIMONY :

While in line at the bank one afternoon,

my toddler decided to release

some pent-up energy and ran amok.

I was finally able to grab hold of

her after receiving looks of disgust and annoyance from other patrons.

I told her that if she did not start behaving

"right now" she would be punished.

To my horror, she looked me in the eye and said in a voice just as threatening,

"If you don't let me go right now,

I will tell Grandma that I saw you

kissing Daddy's pee-pee last night!"

The silence was deafening after this enlightening exchange.

Even the tellers stopped what they were doing.

I mustered up the last of my dignity and

walked out of the bank with my daughter in tow.

The last thing I heard when the door closed behind me, were screams of laughter.





FIFTH TESTIMONY:

Have you ever ! asked your child a question too many times?

My three-year-old son had a lot of problems with potty training and I was on him constantly.

One day we stopped at Taco Bell for a quick lunch, in between errands

It was very busy, with a full dining room.

While enjoying my taco,

I smelled something funny,

so of course I checked

my seven-month-old daughter, she was clean.

The realized that Danny

had not asked to go potty in a while.

I asked him if he needed to go,

and he said "No".

I kept thinking

"Oh Lord, that child has had an accident, and I don't have any clothes with me."

Then I said,

"Danny, are you SURE you didn't have an accident?"

"No," he replied.

I just KNEW that he must have had an accident, because the smell was getting worse.

Soooooo, I asked one more time, "Danny did you have an accident ? This time he jumped up, yanked down his pants,

bent over, spread his cheeks

and yelled

"SEE MOM, IT'S JUST FARTS!!"

While 30 people nearly choked to death on their tacos laughing,

he calmly pulled up his pants and sat down.

An old couple made me feel better,

thanking me for the best laugh they'd ever had!





LAST BUT NOT LEAST TESTIMONY:

This had most of the state of Michigan laughing for 2 days

and a very embarrassed female news anchor who will,

in the future, likely think before she speaks.

What happens when you predict snow but don't get any! We had a female news anchor that,

the day after it was supposed to have snowed and didn't,

turned to the weatherman and asked:

"So Bob, where's that 8 inches you promised me last night?"

Not only did HE have to leave the set,

but half the crew did too they were laughing so hard!

I can't believe how much I still have to do to get ready to leave on vacation to Florida. Seems like for every step ahead I take, two more things pop up that I need to take care of instead. I'm ready to pull my hair out and scream. Wonder if that would feel good or bad? Oh well no time to experiment, the dryer just shut off. Back to hell, I mean work.

When it becomes a question of what your gut tells you is right versus your honor, how do you decide which way to go? I mean my gut could be wrong, lord knows it has been before. But more often than not, the unease I had was proven to be at least partially true. So now I must determine to take the "word" of this feeling or do I keep my promise. It's not like anything serious will happen either way but I am most uncomfortable with this wearing on me. I try to be honest, trustworthy and dependable (not a damn boyscout). To betray someone is one of mankinds worst crimes but there are times when it is necessary. A spy or a snitch provide a needed service but are they giving up their honor to do so. Again, I wonder why this is bothering me so much? I can keep my word and nothing changes but if I speak out there could be trouble in the family. Is it worth it when in my opinion it is nothing to be concerned about? Why must I drive myself crazy asking these stupid questions? A decision must be made by tomorrow. Thankfully no one will be reading this as it's way too long for the attention spans of most here at vr. But putting it down into words has helped me clear my mind. My honor does matter and since I as yet see nothing to be gained by speaking out I shall hold my peace. Perhaps I shall take this secret with me to my grave along with some others. At this point it's going to be pretty crowded there. Thank heavens I learned a long time ago to bury things deeply and when they try to crawl out, keep a big shovel handy to pile on the fresh soil. Not the most healthy way to handle things but it's a damn satisfying one for me. I picture it in my head with me standing over it knocking it back down with the shovel and it feels so much better.

I've been rating profiles for a while now and while most are pretty cool, I'm noticing a trend that I just don't understand. What's with all the treatening to injure/kill someone. First off it just sounds stupid, this is the internet people not the jerk next door. When you get ticked off at someone you can block them but this threatening stuff just makes you sound silly. Not that I'm advocating violence in the first place, it's way down on my list of how to handle problems, last resort as a matter of fact. I keep reading things like "you mess with them and you answer to me". Okay I get the sentiment, you're protective of someone but think about your words please. You might also remember when you are being so protective of someone else, are they behaving properly or returning the goodwill toward you. I've been watching a lot of silly fussing here on vr and folks jumping to the defense of their friends without hearing the whole story. I love my friends dearly and will defend their safety with my life but when they are in the wrong I will tell them that and not just jump all over someone else first. I know I'm a lot older than others here but for crying out loud how old to you have to be to use your brain or a little common sense.

I told myself I wouldn't watch all the coverage of 9/11. It wouldn't change anything or honor those lost but I have done it anyway. It still hurts after all this time to think of those people in terror before their deaths. Because in my mind it's not the dying that would be hard but the terror of knowing you are being used to kill so many others. I realize now that I missed much of the coverage after the 2nd tower was struck because my own job had gone nuts in reaction to the attack. Our dispatch center was ordered by the state government to begin contacting all police officers and have them prepare for whatever could come next. Then when the planes were ordered grounded, we had to get small airports opened to land them on. Then a plane disappeared off the radar screen in the mountains of eastern Ky and things got really crazy. I try not to think too hard about that day but maybe that is the wrong attitude. Perhaps I need to look at all the people who responded with offers of help calling in to our police dispatch wanting to know what they could do. All we could say at that time was give blood and pray for us all. Not only the passengers of flight 93 were heroes that day they just began the charge.

You have to acknowledge that you're getting old when you read the profiles of teenagers and you don't understand 99% of what they say or attempt to spell or even if it's in English. Hanging my head in shame, I'm old.

I have lost my mind, that's all there is to it. Tonight was a beautiful night, temperature in the low 70's a cool breeze and I took a drive. Went out on interstate 75 and for once it wasn't crowded at all. Guess everyone was avoiding it because of the construction but it's not going on this weekend. I've got the windows down, Nickleback turned up really loud and before I know it I'm doing 105mph. Man it felt so good to fly with the wind blowing my hair everywhere and competing with the music for dominance. I so did not want to slow down. Finally the right side of my brain must have resumed control because I realized I was just too old to act like I was never going to die. I've got too many responsibilities to foolishly kill myself this way. Anyway last time I got caught I was doing 110 in a 65 zone. Thank heaven I knew him and he let me off but warned me not to get caught again. I really don't want to try and explain that one. Oh what the hell, maybe tomorrow night will be quite too.

I really can't believe I'm letting a forum post tick me off this way. It's in the sandbox for crying out loud, where most often those of us in the lower intelligence range or just laying low remain. I'm not taking rocket science, usually stupid personal things and playfulness. The there's this silly thread about opinions on suicide. Well duh, it says opinions and we all got one right. Okay I post my 2 cents worth honestly I believe it's cowardly and a cop out. Shortly after all these ladies (mostly) start flying off the handle about how those of us saying it's cowardly have never had any problems in our life and we should be so lucky. They were abused as children or by men and we had no ideal how hard some people could have it. One even stated that we'd never seen a little child after it'd been raped. Oh god I so wanted to post back -Yes bitch I have many, too many times and it sucks and I'd love to put a bullet in the sick bastard that did it and the parent/s that often placed the child in the path of that monster. But hey no one but them has had to endure hardship. Bullshit! Most people won't make it to maturity without some kind of abuse or evil touching them. Does that make it okay to kill yourself or to harm other people? No. I've heard so many give that excuse, well I was abuse as a child and I just couldn't help myself. BULLSHIT again. Guess what asshole, I was abused as a child and smacked about by a man (once only) I've held my fathers hand as he died of cancer in great pain. I've made it through a murder attempt on me and a lot of years seeing the bad parts of men and women. But none of those things give me permission to pass along my pain by killing myself. I have no problem with therapy to handle your problems, just wasn't the thing for me. But suicide is a cop out, stand up and take control of yourself and your life. If that means kicking some no good bastard out, do it. Face the fact that bad things happen to good people for no reason at all. It wasn't your fault but what happens today as an adult is your problem. Just fix it or walk away from it. Okay I've went on way too long and am still pissed off about this, I'll probably delete this entry tomorrow when I cool down. In the meantime I'll just keep on being a hard ass bitch, who wouldn't know compassion if it bit me on the ass. Guess who said that to me? My dear own mother, but hey I've never know any troubles or abuse.

I was outside a while tonight and it was glorious. The moon full and bright the fog just laying down and the faint smell of woodsmoke on the air. Only about 65degrees and a nice cool breeze blowing across my face. Chilly but oh so nice. I love nights like this but next week it's supposed to turn hot again. Oh well can't last forever. I can't wait to have a big fire outside and sit around talking to my friends.

Okay I admit I'm not the worlds best driver but I am not a rude driver and I don't pull out in front of others or make rude gestures (okay almost never) But earlier I was pulling out onto a small back city street from a even smaller street. The way was clear both directions then when I pulled out a little red toyota comes flying over the hilltop. I sped up to get out of her way but she might have had to ease off the accelerator a bit to avoid hitting me. Then when she got abreast of me she flipped me the finger. She had a full head of white hair and was about 70. Good grief! I drove the rest of the way home and couldn't even remember the trip. I was torn between laughter or being angry. Hell if I can figure people out!

Okay I admit it I have made it my personal quest to harass every damn manager at the local walmart. I can't get to the books anymore for all the damn religious texts they are sticking in there. Hey I'm looking for JD Robb and some bloody murder stuff not to save my soul at the damn walmart.

I've been on the rave about 8 weeks now and I find that while it has it's bad points the good far outweighs them. I very much enjoy reading the journals of several talented people. Great stories, beautiful poetry and some of the wittiest commentary I've ever read. I have made several friends here and feel that I have carved a small nitch for myself among them.

I have reached level 16 and while that means very little in the overall sceme of things, it does mean that when I read someones profile or portfolio and really like it at least my rating can help them somewhat.

I have found myself exposed to musical artists that I had never heard of before and very much enjoying some of them. In my area of the country we have no radio stations, nightclubs or even stores that offer most of these artists. To say that is backward is only too true.

My 2 very best friends in my world are now also on the rave and enjoying themselves in very different ways. I love these ladies and respect them in so very many ways. You know who you are and I want to say thank you for your many kindnesses over the years.

I've no doubt bored anyone reading this by now if they actually made it this far, which I doubt. I still have much to do today and so will try and stop thinking. Oh if only that were possible.