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I gots SKILLZ
03:20 Mar 26 2008
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AND......



I also have JOB







http://www.westwoodplateaugolf.com/page/312-15452.htm



The site has better pictures- that one was the only one I could copy out-



I start work on Friday-



May God have mercy on us all...LMAO

Do you think it was his military that made him such a prick or maybe it was just... him ... ??
20:00 Mar 23 2008
Times Read: 921

An understandable question from Khayman- in response to the previous entry....I answered her as best I could, now I'm leaving it here for everyone to see....try not to judge, because if you haven't been there, you just don't know...



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To tell you the truth honey, I honestly don't know...I always thought we were happy, and had a good marriage, up until 9/11 happened. Soon after that he went back overseas, and when he came back that first time things were just never the same. I had a friend of mine recently that I worked with when we lived in Las Vegas tell me that she wasn't surprised when I told her Jim and I had gotten divorced, that he just didn't love me as much as I loved him by her reckoning...



I know that he changed drastically after he was over seas THIS time (this was his second tour- the first was desert storm) and that he refused to talk to me about what had happened over there, and that he just stopped seeing me or including me in his life, no matter how hard I tried to get him to talk to someone even if it wasn't me. And truth be told, I just couldn't deal with everything that happened. I always said, one at a time, even two at a time, I could handle anything, but to have a baby, then have him go overseas, then to lose my dad and have the stepmonster do what she did, and on top of ALL that to have my own husband shut me out as if I didn't matter or exist- THAT I wasn't going to live with for the rest of my life...I wasn't going to stay where I wasn't wanted.



I will always think that there had to be something else I could have done, something I could have said, that would have stopped this and fixed things before it got as bad as it did. But I honestly think that there was something there all along, and the trip overseas and whatever happened over there just magnified it ten fold. That Jim just refused to accept the fact that I wasn't the same after Connor was born, so in his mind he just stopped seeing me at all. I know for a fact that he wasn't involving himself in my life because when I told him I was leaving and filing for divorce, he accused me of "blind siding" him. Yet we had been practically living apart in the same house for 4 years before I finally left. So at this point, I would say the military and it's "keep it all inside boys" attitude was the major contributor to our break up, but there had to be something in Jim to start with for it to have gotten as bad as it did.....

Some of you will understand...most won't
20:28 Mar 22 2008
Times Read: 935

When a soldier comes home, he finds it hard....







...to listen to his son whine about being bored.









....to keep a straight face when people complain about potholes.













....to be tolerant of people who complain about the hassle of getting

ready for work.













...to be understanding when a co-worker complains about a bad night's

sleep.













....to be silent when people pray to God for a new car.













...to control his panic when his wife tells him he needs to drive

slower.













...to be grateful that he fights for the freedom of speech.













..to be compassionate when a businessman expresses a fear of flying.













...to keep from laughing when anxious parents say they're afraid to

send their kids off to summer camp.

















...to keep from ridiculing someone who complains about hot weather.

















...to control his frustration when a colleague gripes about his coffee

being cold.

















...to remain calm when his daughter complains about having to walk the

dog.



















...to be civil to people who complain about their jobs.

















...to just walk away when someone says they only get two weeks of

vacation a year.

















...to be happy for a friend's new hot tub.

















...to be forgiving when someone says how hard it is to have a new baby

in the house.



















....not to punch a wall when someone says we should pull out

immediately

















The only thing harder than being a Soldier...















Is loving one.

For my Kentucky gals.....
05:23 Mar 20 2008
Times Read: 948

Did you know?



After having dug to a depth of 10 yards last year, New York scientists found traces of copper wire dating back 100 years and came to the

conclusion that their ancestors already had a telephone network more than 100 years ago. Not to be outdone by the New Yorkers, in the weeks that followed, California scientists dug to a depth of 20 ya rds, and shortly after, headlines in the LA Times newspaper read: 'California archaeologists have found traces of 200 year old copper wire and have

concluded that their ancestors already had an advanced high-tech communications network a hundred years earlier than the New Yorkers.



'One week later, the 'Courier-Journal' in Louisville Kentucky reported the

following: 'After digging as deep as 30 yards in corn fields near Marrowbone, Billy Bob Johnson, a self-taught archaeologist, reported that he found absolutely nothing. Billy Bob has therefore concluded that 300 years ago, Kentucky had already gone wireless.'

One down....lol
15:55 Mar 17 2008
Times Read: 971

Well, at least one part of this past week is over, and joyfully so. This is my lovely sister in law, Kristy, and her new husband, Tim. Kristy is Scott's sister, and their wedding was Saturday

ala Jeff Dunham's Peanut....It's the CRACK
06:46 Mar 14 2008
Times Read: 983

Conn. school backs off candy punishment Thu Mar 13, 8:16 AM ET







An eighth-grade honors student who was suspended for a day, barred from attending an honors dinner and stripped of his title as class vice president after he was caught with contraband candy in school will get his student council post back, school officials said.



Superintendent Reginald Mayo said in a statement late Wednesday that he and principal Eleanor Turner met with student Michael Sheridan's parents and that Turner decided to clear the boy's record and restore him to his post.



Michael was disciplined after he was caught buying a bag of Skittles from a classmate. The classmate's suspension also will be expunged, school officials said.



The New Haven school system banned candy sales in 2003 as part of a districtwide school wellness policy, school spokeswoman Catherine Sullivan-DeCarlo said.



"I am sorry this has happened," Turner said in a statement. "My hope is that we can get back to the normal school routine, especially since we are in the middle of taking the Connecticut mastery test."



Turner said she should have reinforced in writing the verbal warnings against candy transactions.



Michael had said that he didn't realize his candy purchase was against the rules, but he did notice that the student selling the Skittles on Feb. 26 was being secretive.

After reading beastman's journal
06:26 Mar 14 2008
Times Read: 984

I have remembered a VERY valuable life-lesson...something an old friend once told me...



He said he went to his 90 something year old grandmother, and asked her what was her secret to being her age and still being happy and healthy....she told him if he didn't listen to another thing she said, to listen to this, and remember it well.....



"Fart jokes are funny"





to this day, when I am having a spectacularly bad day, and as anyone who has read my journal can attest, they have been many recently, I have remembered that....but not lately...



Beastman, for all you do, this fart's for you



thank you....lol

Left in Birra's journal by yours truly...
06:21 Mar 14 2008
Times Read: 986

This was my reaction to his rant about people in his line of work...





*pointing up and nodding enthusiastically*



I used to love working for Hilton, and to have closed up for the night in the lounge, at 11, as per my ORDERS for my job, only to be vacuuming the floor and have some holier than thou guy walk in and say "gimme a _____"



Fill in the blank, doesn't matter...



"I'm sorry sir, the lounge is closed, and I have already turned in the liquor keys"



FUCK you, I said......



"Sir, that is not necessary- as I said, I have already closed for the....."



OBVIOUSLY you don't know who I am...



*insert crass nasty ass comment here, like it went through my head, but thankfully not out my mouth...YET*



No sir, I don't, but as I .....



"I'll have you know I am a fucking DIAMOND MEMBER with this hotel, and you WILL DO WHAT I SAY......."



HERE is where I get off...



"Sir, I don't care if you are GOD ALMIGHTY, the bar is closed- and if you have a problem with that, I suggest you take it up with the management in the morning"



some people's kids.....

DESKS
00:52 Mar 11 2008
Times Read: 999

Back in September of 2005, on the first day of school, Martha Cothren,

a social studies school teacher at Robinson High School in Little Rock

, did something not to be forgotten.



On the first day of school, with the permission of the school

superintendent, the principal and the building supervisor, she removed

all of the desks out of her classroom. When the first period kids

entered the room they discovered that there were no desks. Looking

around, confused, they asked, 'Ms. Cothren, where are our desks?'



She replied, 'You can't have a desk until you tell me what you have

done to earn the right to sit at a desk.' They thought, 'Well, maybe

it's our grades.' 'No,' she said. 'Maybe it's our behavior.' She told

them, 'No, it's not even your behavior.'



* And so, they came and went, the first period, second period, third

period. Still no desks in the classroom. By early afternoon television

news crews had started gathering in Ms. Cothren's classroom to report

about this crazy teacher who had taken all the desks out of her room.

The final period of the day came and as the puzzled students found

seats on the floor of the deskless classroom.



Martha Cothren said, 'Throughout the day no one has been able to tell

me just what he/she has done to earn the right to sit at the desks that



are ordinarily found in this classroom. Now I am going to tell you.' At



this point, Martha Cothren went over to the door of her classroom and

opened it.







Twenty-seven (27) U.S. Veterans, all in uniforms, walked into that

classroom, each one carrying a school desk. The Vets began placing the

school desks in rows, and then they would walk over and stand alongside



the wall.



By the time the last soldier had set the final desk in place those kids



started to understand, perhaps for the first time in their lives, just

how the right to sit at those desks had been earned. Martha said, 'You

didn't earn the right to sit at these desks. These heroes did it for

you. They placed the desks here for you. Now, it's up to you to sit in

them. It is your responsibility to learn, to be good students, to be

good citizens. They paid the price so that you could have the freedom

to get an education. Don't ever forget it.'





By the way, this is a true story.... If you can read this, Thank a

teacher . If you read it in English , Thank a soldier

THE MAMA TEST
23:12 Mar 08 2008
Times Read: 1,010

I was out walking with my 4 year old daughter. She picked up

something

off the ground and started to put it in her mouth.

I took the item away from her and I asked her not to do that.

'Why?' my daughter asked. 'Because it's been on the ground; you don't

know where it's been, it's dirty, and probably has germs,' I replied.

At this point, my daughter looked at me with total admiration and

asked,

'Mama, how do you know all this stuff? You are so smart.'

I was thinking quickly. 'All moms know this stuff.

It's on the Mama Test.

You have to know it, or they don't let you be a Mama.'

We walked along in silence for 2 or 3 minutes, but she was evidently

pondering this new information.

'Oh...I get it!' she beamed, 'So if you don't pass the test you have to

be the dad.'

'Exactly,' I replied with a big smile on my face.

When you're finished laughing, send this to a mama.

WOOHOO!!!!
03:51 Mar 07 2008
Times Read: 1,030

I started looking for jobs about a month ago. As such, I have kept up with the latest want ads in all three papers up here, plus registered my resume on raisinjobs.com (a job site specifically for food and beverage/ hospitality industry types) and dropping my resume at local hotels and what not. I have also kept current on what was going up on craigslist.com. in THEIR f+b section for Vancouver and the surrounding area...



To that end, upon perusing today's latest additions for a bartender position, I found this on craigslist.....

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DO YOU HAVE A PASSION FOR COKKING!!





Reply to: rbaksh@earls.ca

Date: 2008-03-06, 11:47AM PST





Do you have a passion for cooking? Do you love food? If this is what makes you tick, you should make a trip to Earls and see what we have to offer. We are looking for smart, competitive, and charismatic individuals who take pride in delivering great experiences to our customers. We offer flexible hours, competitive wages, Red Seal Apprenticeship, Leadership skills development, potential career opportunities...and an unbelievably upbeat environment to work in.

For more information, visit our web-site at earlswantsyou.ca



Please apply in person to:



Langley Earls

#600 - 6339 - 200th Street

Langley, BC

V2Y 1A2

• Location: Langley Earls

• Compensation: Competative through advancement

• Principals only. Recruiters, please don't contact this job poster.

• Phone calls about this job are ok.

• Please do not contact job poster about other services, products or commercial interests.



Location: langley,surrey,delta

Compensation: $9.00-$13.00

Principals only. Recruiters, please don't contact this job poster.

Please, no phone calls about this job!

Please do not contact job poster about other services, products or commercial interests.

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Further down the list, I found THIS response....





Re. do you have a passion for cokking!!!





Reply to: job-598018188@craigslist.org

Date: 2008-03-06, 6:10PM PST





Have you had many responses from passionate cokks?



Proofreading is a good idea.



Good luck with the cokk hunting!









Location: wowserville

Compensation: A bag of cokks

Principals only. Recruiters, please don't contact this job poster.

Please, no phone calls about this job!

Please do not contact job poster about other services, products or commercial interests.



PostingID: 598018188

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And we thought the kids HERE were bad....



My luck one of them is one of the guys who POSTED this....lol

at LAST
09:43 Mar 04 2008
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I begged.....



I talked to the landlord...and my husband...and my inlaws...and people on here...



NOTHING worked...



But when you sit on top of fresh made lemon bars, and lick the sugar off the dessert, THAT is more than I can stand...



We tried everything.....



chemical traps...





boxes rigged with peanut butter...



EVERYTHING....



so what finally got the mouse OUT of the house?



Baiting spring loaded traps with...



chocolate chips





I'm sitting on the couch, watching a very tense part of a show, someone is about to get capped and



SNAP!



It was the southern belle in the hallway with the mouse trap.....she dun it...

heeheeheehee
05:54 Mar 02 2008
Times Read: 1,075

Dirt Roads by: Paul Harvey
05:04 Mar 01 2008
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HOME



What's mainly wrong with society today is that too many Dirt Roads have been paved.



There's not a problem in America today, crime, drugs, education, divorce, delinquency that wouldn't be remedied, if we just had more

Dirt Roads, because Dirt Roads give character.



People that live at the end of Dirt Roads learn early on that life is a bumpy ride.



That it can jar you right down to your teeth sometimes, but it's worth it, if at the end is home...a loving spouse, happy kids and a dog.



We wouldn't have near the trouble with our educational system if our kids got their exercise walking a Dirt Road with other kids, from whom

they learn how to get along.



There was less crime in our streets before they were paved.



Criminals didn't walk two dusty miles to rob or rape, if they knew they'd be welcomed by 5 barking dogs and a double barrel shotgun.



And there were no drive by shootings.



Our values were better when our roads were worse!



People did not worship their cars more than their kids, and motorists were more courteous, they didn't tailgate by riding the bumper or the

guy in front would choke you with dust & bust your windshield with rocks.



Dirt Roads taught patience.



Dirt Roads were environmentally friendly, you didn't hop in your car for a quart of milk you walked to the barn for your milk.



For your mail, you walked to the mail box.



What if it rained and the Dirt Road got washed out? That was the best part, then you stayed home and had some family time, roasted

marshmallows and popped popcorn and pony rode on Daddy's shoulders and learned how to make prettier quilts than anybody.



At the end of Dirt Roads, you soon learned that bad words tasted like soap.



Most paved roads lead to trouble, Dirt Roads more likely lead to a fishing creek or a swimming hole.



At the end of a Dirt Road, the only time we even locked our car was in August, because if we didn't some neighbor would fill it with too much

zucchini.





At the end of a Dirt Road, there was always extra springtime income, from when city dudes would get stuck, you'd have to hitch up a team

and pull them out.



Usually you got a dollar...always you got a new friend...at the end of a Dirt Road!



~by Paul Harvey~