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They threaten to hold off rating me, holding my tens hostage. *smiles, and says in a child like voice* “How ruuude.”
Have to think on it… might just leave the rates as is. See- my stamp (Yes- stamp. Very few get comments from me.) tells you if you update, I will come back to rate.
I have had several people ask nicely, and I go back and rate again, seeing the work they have put into the account. As these two know what I gave them- 5 and a 6, whelp rating, then I take it they are now paid members.
I would have given them tens, if they asked me. However, I really do not like being threatened.
Really.
Lyric
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Date: 20:08:36 - Apr 30 2007
Rating: 5
Comment: I have rated you a 5, the same as you rated me. If you re-rate later, I will re-rate you as well.
Proud member of The Coven of Coimirceoir Cara Dúinn An Oíche.
FrosttBloodstorm
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Date: 19:48:50 - Apr 30 2007
Rating: 6
Comment: Returning the 6, when you rerate, so will I.
Yes- very childish. * Looks around to make sure no one is looking, and sticks my tongue out at the screen*
Journal like this one just make you think what life is like for others, and just how lucky you are. I will keep checking on him.
My blessings with you, my friend. And thank you.
sgtsneaky's Journal
Life
04:46:54 - Apr 20 2007
Times Read: 5
This will be my last post for a while.
I found out my dad is dying. he has less than two weeks left. My family was not going to tell me because my dad felt that my duty was to my country. So I sit here in afghanistan, torn between doing my duty as a soldier and being a son. I will honor his wishes even though it tears my heart out not to be home with him. I have tried to be a son that he can be proud of and hoped that someday I could sit and talk with him. I have spent most of my life away from my family due to the military, and now I feel the sacrifice in the worst possible way imaginable.
Enjoy the time you can spend with your family. You never know when it is their time to go. Say the things deep in your heart, because when they are gone, then it will be too late.
Why is it that when someone tells you that there's billions of stars in the universe, you believe them. But if they tell you there's wet paint somewhere you have to touch it?
How can there be self-help "groups"?
Did you ever notice that if you blow in a dogs face it goes mad, yet when you take him on a car ride he sticks his head straight out the window?
If love is blind, why is lingerie so popular?
If it's true that we are here to help others, then what exactly are the others here for?
Last night I played a blank tape at full blast. The mime next door went nuts.
Whatever happened to Preparations A through G?
Do people who spend $2 apiece on those little bottles of Evian water know that spelling it backwards is Naive?
If 4 out of 5 people suffer from diarrhea does that mean the fifth one enjoys it?
Have you ever imagined a world with no hypothetical situations?
If man evolved from monkeys and apes, why do we still have monkeys and apes?
How do they get the deer to cross at that yellow road sign?
What was the best thing before sliced bread?
If one synchronized swimmer drowns, do the rest drown too?
Have you heard about the poor hunter whose wife and mother-in -law insisted he take them on a hunting trip? It seems he finally gave in.
One evening, after yet another uneventful hunt, he called it a day and started towards the camp, intending to collect the women from their stands on the way back.
As his wife was climbing down from her stand, they heard his mother-in-law scream. Rushing towards the sound, they rounded a clearing and came upon a chilling sight: the mother-in-law was backed up against a tree and a large bear stood facing her.
"Darling," the wife cried, "what are we going to do?"
"Be still..." said the husband. "That bear got himself into this mess, let him get himself out of it!"
I do not come out of lurking, being seen just to be seen.
I am not a forum whore that post to every thread.
I do not advertise my profile, portfolio or journal any were.
I don't leave my stamp or comment in the database.
I rate without leaving any hint that I had been there.
I have shut down any thread that is about me- sire, one year on VR.
I do not talk to people I have nothing to say to.
I do not follow those who do rate me back, making comments that leads to a conversation.
I stay out of the vamp box unless someone is there that I know, even then for just a few minutes before I leave.
I was unknown in my Coven, and liked it.
I am unknown in my House, and like it.
I do not know who is married to whom, who people best friends are, and who is in charge of this and that.
Yes- I am unsociable.
Funny thing is- I am that way in real life to.
I do not join the business clubs, or go to luncheons and dinner I am ask to attend.
I do not go to the parties, and share in the drugs.
I do not seek out new people to become best friends with, just to see how far they will take me. I do not care about who or what they are in this town.
If I need a favor from a city official- then I am shit out of luck, as I do not kiss ass.
I support causes I believe in, but do not want to be known for it. “Buying my way” is a term that just pisses me off, when it is something I would never do. If I have to buy “my way”- it’s a way I never wanted to go. I am not in the “Rich” people crowd.
I am very fussy whom I spend time with in life, away from family and friends.
Yes- I am very unsociable.
If I have to be to sociable to stay on VR- then I think I will spend a whole lot less time here.
But see... what people see as unsociable, I always seen it as minding my own business.
Connie brought up the subject of New Orleans meet up of VR members next year. She is all excided to meet her new friends in person, having made a great many. She can name those she is dying to meet.
Nita is on the fence, but she loves to travel and wants to return to New Orleans. Therefore, she is for going. While she says she does not talk to many people, just listening to her leads you to believe she does have a few friends online as well. While she is not as popular as Connie, our “Who is that? What happen with so and so...” girl of VR, Nita has found her own friends.
Me? While I talk with a hand full of people I call friends, and would love to meet them…I will just repeat what I have said before. I do not like crowds. I have never liked crowds, and never will.
Put me in a strange town, strange place, and throw me in with 300 strangers… and they expected me to be excited about going? People I have nothing in common with, who have never spoken to me before? People I will not even know their names, or anything about them? Connie will, and she will tell me all about them, but really… how boring is that for her? If she wants to meet these people- more power to her. I don’t want to slow her or Nita down.
I know this has come up before- in a Fantasy Convention, we went to a few years ago. As they got more into the crowd, I went back to the hotel room, feeling uncomfortable. They came in around 2:00 or 3:00am, and found me asleep. That was fine with me, even if they got a little pissed off at me. They had fun, and I was rested, able to drive home, as they slept on the way. Were was the harm?
What did I say about New Orleans? Fine- let’s send in the deposit, but don’t get pissed if I slip out, and back into the hotel room. When I say I am the person, standing in the corner, silent and looking uncomfortable… I am not joking. I have not idea were they think I am lying about this. Let me name the times I have went into a crowd with them… *counting* Six, maybe seven in over 18/ 26 years. What does that tell you?
Then they both called me unsociable on the Rave, that I have been these last few weeks. Well…Ok.
If you rate- you know what I am talking about here. :)
14:56 Apr 28 2007 Times Read: 1,851
You know the little things that just piss you off as you rate here on VR? I mean… the one-liners, the threats on my life from a child who “will make me pay” if I look at them cross-eyed. There are those, but then I have one more thing that just pisses me off.
Chasing the damn comment box.
I mean- I scroll down because I don’t read everyone I rate, and hit the standard rate for a new whelp, and the box moves as pictures are loading… then scroll down, ready to hit stamp… and it moves again. Then the chase is on as the twenty or so pictures load, me trying to get the damn box to stay still long enough to hit the rate button…
Oh come on- you know what I am talking about. LOL
Ohhh wait… I almost forgot the ones were the pictures make the profile off center. Like I am going to the effort of moving the page over, then down to find the comment box? Even if I wanted to read the profile, how could I? I don’t even play “Lets find the comment box” on those pages.
Elemental and Imagesinwords are two journals I read when I just need a little .... hmmm...calming? Deep thoughts? Beliefs?
To know there are those who see life is what we make of it, try to bring into our lifes.
Sorry- did not sleep well, and most likely should just stop right here. But to the two ladies that I read for .... a little grounding when things get to much to handle, I wanted to share this with you.
Catch words for my day: “Now that is just my own personal opinion.”
“If you think I made my father do anything he did not want to do- you are crazy as hell. Now, that is just my own personal opinion.”
“You don’t need a thousand dollar funeral to put her to rest. Now, that is just my own personal opinion.”
“Her son is a drug head, con man theft, sorry ass human who will leave his mother’s funeral for someone else to pay, as he will not make a penny off of it. Now, that is just my own personal opinion.”
“Now why would you start a job that is going to take 7 to 8 hours, why would you start at 10:00am? Why the hell- when you were in town yesterday, would you wait till this morning to find a Uhaul? The last weekend of the month??? Nooo…let me spend two hours running around helping you find a rental truck. Poor freaking running of business… now, that is just my own personal opinion."
"My father is of sound mind and body, and his word is all I need on the subject, as it should be for you. Now that is just my personal opinion."
"You dont know shit about this- so in my personal opinion - stay the fuck out of it."
don't get comfortable- Im just here while Scott is in the bathroom...lol
What's shaking rat?
On 05:33:59 Apr 27 2007 Vampirewitch39 wrote:
And by the way- thinks for the image of Scott being in the bathroom...
* rat rubs her eyes*
On 05:34:42 Apr 27 2007 RedQueen wrote:
would you prefer the image of me giving him a B******
On 05:36:50 Apr 27 2007 Vampirewitch39 wrote:
EWWWWW!!!!!
* shakes my head...*
Puts the image back in mind of the plop of turd and Scott going Uhhhh...
ROFL
RedQueen wrote:
BEHAVE yourself rat *swats you with a tail*
End of messages...
Now I am off to try and get some sleep with this image in my head. * rat heads back to her hole...mumbles... Attack of the Gaint Turds!... holds arms out wide... I swear- it was THIS big... Speaks in her best Dark Vader... Come Scott...come to the turd side... Plop Plop Fizz Fizz ohh what a relief it is...*
LOL
I am such a odd person at 1:00 am.
*EDIT*- Do you know what chocolate chips look like??? O-O
sahahria... have to tell you- one of my hidden talents... tie a cherry stem in a knot using just my tongue. ;) I know I know- way to much personal information there. O.o
And now I have this freaking song stuck in my head- so I thought I would share it with you. :)
Was out on a military pack job when my sister calls me on the cell phone. She asked me about the job in the morning, then she ask if I was outside. I said no- and she asked me to go outside.
My fathers sister in law died this morning, my Aunt on dad's side She had been in a nursing home for a few years now.
Forklift I learned how to stack warehouse storage crates 18 feet above me. The one I had such empty crate fall on top of me ( can't see it, but the overhead guard is bent from that mistake I made) The one I fell off a truck and landed crossways on the lifted forks, hurting my back. The one that I went thru 10 years of Girl Scott Cookies with. Rain, sleet, hail... dead of night. lol
Say hello to the newer one, by about 20 years. It is a 2004, price with trade in at $4,000.00, not the $7,000.00 first asked for. And some other things Dad got thrown into the offer. :) And he pointed out the heavy guard for me. Lights- those will come in handy. Please note the big dent on the side- NOT done by me, thank you very much. It was like that when we got it.
And the "Best Used Car" salesman award goes to... my daddy. :)
Back in 1986 when I went to drive my pickup off the car lot, this is the first song I listen to. It was a cassette, as CD's player were not in cars back then. I love the way this man sings. And the beat was great.
Ok... so it was red, and a pickup, but you get the deal.
So we are looking at the songs of our past? Hummm... Ok- here is one I would listen to over and over and OVER again every morning as I got ready for school. Had a record of it, and set my turntable up so it would just keep playing it.
To this day- everyone in my family can sign this song. LOL O.O And they hate me for it to.
I even had the dance moves down.... Gods, can't believe I am telling you this. :) But no one reads this, so...
If you go by the profile - and we all know how honest people are on them - this guy is in his 30's.
And lives in Kentucky.
*sigh*
"Hi my is ----- I have always like alout of horr move and vampaer and I have dressup as count dracule and done alout of hunted house for alout of years."
Right or wrong- he is my father. People need to be reminded of that today.
14:05 Apr 25 2007 Times Read: 1,967
Nita left me at the office at 5:00pm to finish her day’s work that night, and I went out to find Dad out in the parking lot, playing around the trucks. I walk over to him, purse and briefcase in hand, and ask when we were leaving for the visitation tonight. He tells me yet again, “I told you, I am not going.”
See- Dad told me this early this morning, along with all the bullshit that his sister said to him last night. He sat there, in front of her family, and friends and let her, “go off” are the words he used, before he stood and left, not wanting to start a fight.
From what she said to him I agreed- she really needs some medical help. She brought up how she cared for their mother when she was older, no one else did. Funny- I remember every Saturday afternoon, or Sunday, as a child the trip out to grandma small one bedroom apartment that we had moved her into. I remember sitting on the hard brown leather couch as mother cleaned, putting the groceries up she had carried in. I remember this because the couch always had newspapers sticking out of the edges under the cushions. I also remember the way we had to be silent, as to not get on her nerves. Reason I would never be a mother- I see part of my grandmother in me.
I also happen to know when my grandmother came to the end of her life, when released out of the hospital, she choose to come home with us. She asked Mom and Dad if she could stay with us. Dad knew he would leave for work soon, and left it to my mother. Mother who had five children, and a business to run. She said yes.
My grandmother stayed with us only a few days. She came into the kitchen to eat with us, and I remember her thanking my mother for all she had done for her. I remember this as it was very odd that the woman had a kind word to say to anyone. Later that day she died of a heart attack as she took a nap in one of the bedrooms. We always though she knew she was going to die, her time was limited.
Understand- his mother and father did not raise my father. As one of several children, he was sent to live with his Aunt, who had no husband or children. He was to help her around the farm, doing all the chores. She raised him, and this is how my father became what he is today- caring, giving, strong, never afraid to get his hands dirty, job to do- do it. When I said my father kept us away from his side of the family, I did not mean it as a bad thing.. sort of. He himself was never around them.
Being drop off at your Aunts house at the age of ten and left...did not build family bonds. Then later as the fights started about land, money, Dad not being there as a child- had no right to his share- my parents kept us away from them as much as they could.
I watched as my father walks toward the warehouse, telling me he is going to work a few hours. I follow, telling him I plan to go with him tonight. He said, “I am not going.” He walks into the building and I am left to wonder what to do. Ok- this is family. He is over eighty years old, and of sound mind. He will so stir shit up by not going. However, this is my father- the man who taught me to say away from those that pisses you off. Life has enough hard times without adding more. He has taught me by his actions in life- if they cause you hardship, stay away from it or them.
But … it is family. It's expected of him. He will be the asshole who never came to his own nephew’s funeral.
I stand there, seeing him heading to the garage, his place he loved to hang out at, fixing this and that. I had no idea what to do now. Should I go get the black dress on and go by myself? He never asked me to do this, and if you knew my father, you would understand how he never would. He knew I never have been able to get along with my Aunt on one of her good days.
Then it hit me. Dad is dad. He has lived his life giving to others, but he had enough. So what if he does not go. Who freaking cares? Just because they share the same blood- does not give them the right to treat him like this. I put my purse and briefcase in my pickup, and go to find dad.
I asked if he was hungry- as I was starving. I went and got us a sandwich, and chips and we ate dinner, the spring warm air floating over us. Then he showed me how to check the oil, Trans, and water on the new forklift. We even drove it outside and washed it, me pointing all the dents out so I would not be blamed for them later. LOL
What? I have been know to hit a few things...walls, trucks. *smiles*
This morning Dad is came to work, got his tools and went to do a small job on a rental property. A job that could be put off until later, a job that has been on the repair list for days now. (Fix a door on a crawl space under a home, animals getting under the home.)
I asked him what his plans for the day were, and he said he planned to catch up on things that needed to be done. So…guess that means the funeral is not one of them.
Wonder how long until my Aunt calls me, hunting my Dad? Wonder what I will say?
Visitation is tonight at the funeral home. My father went over to his sister’s house last night, and came home very, very upset. Seems my Aunt is attacking all those around her as a way to handle losing her son.
Well… I have a huge problem with that. I can just see what tonight is going to be like. I know I know…she is grieving, understand she has lost her son. I am sorry for that. However, to attack my father and her brother for shit that happen when they were kids? I can see why my father kept us away from that side of the family when we were kids.
Even her own children are telling her to shut up, to calm down. I think she needs meds, has for years.
Safe to say I am in a very defensive mood right now, and see me being in one for a few weeks until this is over.
With that said - all I have to say about the “drama” on VR is this.
It’s over. Let it go. I have so moved on, have for days now.
Don't have time or energy for this.
And Nita is coming over to talk with me, to calm me down. I love a LCSW. And she is cheap. LOL
WASHINGTON (AFP) - Adherents to the neo-pagan cult Wicca soon will be permitted to place their symbol the pentacle -- a five-pointed star inscribed inside a circle -- on headstones in military cemeteries, US officials said Monday.
After months of legal wrangling, the US Department of Veterans Affairs agreed to allow Wiccans to place the symbol on headstones, as do adherents to the Christian, Muslim and Jewish and other faiths. The policy change will go into effect in the next few months, officials said.
"VA will be adding the pentacle to its list of approved emblems of belief that will be engraved on government-provided markers," said Matt Burns a spokesman for the federal agency.
The Wiccans, which have tens of thousands of adherents across the United States, were represented by the American Civil Liberties Union, the rights watchdog group.
"It is deeply unfortunate that grieving families of deceased veterans were forced to undertake a bureaucratic struggle to have their loved ones' wishes honored," said Aaron Caplan, an ACLU attorney who represented the Wiccans in the case.
"All veterans, regardless of their religion, deserve to have their faith recognized on an equal basis," he said.
I am burning out on rating profiles. I mean the cussing, the threatening, the whole bow before me attitude is just getting freaking old.
Then you find one that makes you smile.
Not that it is a wonderful piece of literature, but because it just sounds so…normal.
18-year-old young woman. *smiles*
"my name is lesley...i go by ellie... i am in love with akathereaper( randy) i love him very much *smiles*.....anyways yeah i love hsir and make-up....and talking on the phone( but mostly to my baby)!!!!! i will add more later"
Hearing them leave, rat pokes her head out of her hole. “Puppy?” Silence. A smile comes over the rats face and she makes a run to the kitchen. Standing looking up she sees the one cabinet that she has not looked at yet. She starts the climb, a few scratches on the cabinets and she pulls the door open. Climbing in, she pushes it open more so she can see inside.
Nuts? The rat licks her lips, but not in the mood for nuts. Cereal? Mmm… but not Captain Crunch, so she moves on. Box of pancake mix… rat spits…to dry to eat, but she always loves when her puppy makes waffles. Marshmallows? Rat takes a run and leaps on the bag, bouncing, the softness like landing on air. Augratin Potatoes? Rat sticks her nose in the air, and lets out a “Ewwww nasty stuff.” Then she sees it.
Like a beacon on the open sea, a mirage in the desert, a heavenly light shines down on it. A bag of chocolate chips, as you uses to bake. An evil grin comes over the rats face as she speaks “The mother load”, getting on her knees to bow before it. "Hail chocolate... the food of the gods."
Rat stand knowing she had to get busy. Rubbing her hands together, she walks toward the bag, baring her rat teeth and claws.
Rat lays in her nest, the pile of chocolate chips piled high in the corner. Pulling up the silk blanket, the scrape of silk Fang gave her, to cover her full belly, she smiles, melted chocolate on her face. Rolling over to her side, she sleeps.
*You have to read RedQueen Journal to get this joke. ;) * Look Fang- Mmmmm...
And side note: this is so going to make me crave cookies!! Dang it Fang.
While not a "Trucking" song that I link with my father, LOL, I have to add this, as someone cared enough to send it to me. That and I always loved the Eagles.
Just to prove I do read some of the profiles I pulled this off one:
I like being alone most of the time, i dont like the light much every time im in my room i close the curtains and turn off the lights i like the dark...
*starts to sing*
I wear my sunglasses at night, so I can ... so I can...forget...something...something...
Outstanding shares… less an amount equal to cash dividends…stock split…terms and conditions…Kentucky Office of Financial Institutions…assets…liabilities…obligations…The purchaser is making this offer for investment purposes and a view toward making a profit…*ding ding*...$640.00 a share… 1,500 shares…has no present intention of effecting a merger, consolidation or other corporate reorganization of the bank… or plan to change the board of directors…will continue to operate as a local bank with local directors…terms and conditions of this offer letter…#14 page letter…deadline is May7th.
Local bank letter… legal and financial advisors… working to correct past mistakes…first quarter returned to profitable operations…taking 18 to 24 months to reach past earnings…local State Senator agreed to join the board…acquiring the smallest interest holders, leaving the big dogs hanging out to dry…51% controls the bank and they can do what they want…could pay in stock, with no voting rights…first come first serve pressure tactics…control stock till Feb 2008…another offer was to come in at a higher price…sole discretion if they wish to purchase shares…unhanded dealing…evaluating offer…urge not to respond.
I know I should stay on the high road of this, but I have to say something. (Please- wipe that look of shock off you face, I am very proud of myself for waiting this long.)
This is not so much about the thread itself, I believe most know it was wrong. Worded incorrectly or not, however you wish to see it. This is not about that.
I want to say something about the contempt shown to members, by those of so call “power” on this site. I site that has #46 members with “Titles.” Now that leaves #8220 people without the said “titles.”
Yes- #8220 people who have chosen to be here. We help support the site, some with membership, others with knowledge, or both.
All I want to say is the “Untitled” membership keep this site going. It would be a very different place if you only had the #46 members. It would be a very different place if you lost even half of the membership.
You might not like us, even ridicule us. However you need to face it: the “Untitled” keep this site running, giving you that “Title” and “Power”
Rat sits on the birdy, her ass still sore from the slap down. Birdy is giving a good fight, but the rat is damned and determined. “Dang it…hold still you freaking bird.” Pulling the white gloves onto the bird’s foot, she works the cloth over her talons.
“You are supposed to keep me out of trouble…” birdy lets out a pitiful cry, but the rat is not stopping. “You are going to put these white gloves back on if it kills me, damn it.”
Birdy pecks at the rat’s sore ass with her beak, and the rat screams, letting the birdie’s foot go. Birdy throws the rat off to land on her sore butt, and stands, flying off to flick the white glove into the rat’s face.
Rat pulls the glove down off her face, and holds it up to the birdy as she flies off. “ This is not over yet. You will have to land sometime… damn pile of feathers.”
O.O
From Elemental journal of this morning. Aka- my sister, the birdy.
When the gloves come off...
22:22:34 - Apr 19 2007
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You know in the South, women often still wear the white gloves to events. It is a symbol of the "gloves" with which we treat others.
But there eventually comes a time when the gloves come off. Then heaven nor hell will stop the Southern woman on a mission.
Consider this the warning of a lifetime, because Southern women RARELY give warnings.
All that needs to be said.... Thanks sisters*hugs*
22:50 Apr 19 2007 Times Read: 2,278
"Untitled" Rat rubs her butt from the slap down. From Nightgames journal:
There's a new sheriff in town.
04:36:27 - Apr 20 2007
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Well, well I just learned a whole new thing about vampire rave.
My sisters and I have often discussed how the rule enforcement has changed in regards to nudity and other content not suitable for those under 18.
This was begun by the administration here and while many didn’t like it, most of us were fine by it. We removed whatever content might be considered as unfit for juveniles and went on our merry way.
There have also been some threads in the forum that were closed and/or removed for their unsuitability for underage users. That’s cool too, the rules say 13 year olds can sign on and in every part of the United States, whose laws govern this site that is a juvenile and therefore unsuitable for adults to have some conversations with or introduce them to things their parents wouldn’t want them to know yet.
Okay, we’re all working to make sure we follow the rules and make this a safe and friendly place, even for teenagers.
Then today a new thread is started and I confess I had no ideal what device it referred to but since the thread said it was used for “electrical stimulation and branding and scaring” that was enough for me to figure out this conversation was going to be too adult for the kiddies.
The poster asked if any other users of the device where on here and about their personal uses of it. The next poster was a Dominar who agreed that he owned one, but didn’t state his use for it.
The thread quickly went off target as most assumed by wand; he was referring to a wooden wand used by the magic practioners here. Guess they missed the branding and scaring part.
Eventually the author had to explain that was not what he was referring to. One poster kindly linked the wikipeda definition for the device and I went and read about it. It stated plainly the “medical” uses for the device were bogus and even told about it being used by hairdressers.
At this point a light bulb went off for me for I went to cosmetology school, many years ago and was introduced to the device there though by a different name. There the use was to stimulate the scalp for hair growth. We all had to try it and using ourselves as the insulator before touching the client, I did not find it a pleasant feeling.
Shortly afterwards other posters (my friends to be truthful) posted that they did not feel this conversation was appropriate for a site that has been doing a lot of work to make it safe for the underage users. That’s when I learned something new about VR. A Consul posts after them and tells them that since they do not have any title on VR, they have no right to speak against anything.
Isn’t that interesting? You must carry a title now to speak your opinion. I must admit I find that more offensive than anything I’ve ever heard here. A simple member’s opinion is now to be discounted because they may disagree with someone of importance here.
I confess that I am quite angry and the more I think of it, the worse it’s getting. I freely admit to being a rule follower and having no problem with this site not being a democracy. I guess that it had to happen eventually, that some of the gloss of vampire rave would be worn off but I certainly never saw it coming in this manner. From someone who has been very silent in the time I have been here, what a way to announce your presence. Welcome to the Rave, indeed.
_____________
And RedQueen is not one to hold back either.
oh HELL no...
05:18:07 - Apr 20 2007
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I have never met this woman- I can in no way speak to either her frame of mind, or her intellect. I can however speak to several things about this entry-
This community may not have been INTENDED for pre teens, but the fact of the matter is, as we all know, that DAILY we have wave after wave of kids UNDER the age of 18, 16, and 15 logging in, signing up, and browsing around..As such, Cancer decided to make this site more conducive to having these kids around, by enforcing rules that cleaned up the types of pictures, articles, and stories we could have here. On the whole, most people on VR acquiesced without complaint, understanding the need for such safe guards- we don't like the idea of having them here, but the fact is THEY ARE...
Secondly, while it was not specifically mentioned that the wand was used in an erotic nature, "branding" and "scarring" are certainly NOT medicinal. Any kid with an IQ can figure that out, especially with the way things are in this day and age.
Thirdly, there was a LINK provided to explain what was being discussed, with a clearly printed link on erotica connected to the wand....
Now I may be being a wee bit sensitive. But if certain people are appointed or opt to take positions of power of some sort on this site, then I expect them to remember their manners. You are here to provide a service to Cancer, and to moniter this site. You are NOT here to insult people who have put in a great deal of time, money and effort into making this a very special place for ALL types-Just because you are a Dominar, doesn't mean that you can make something that has clearly been designated as INAPPROPRIATE for this site, something that is ok to discuss, just because YOU want it to be.
And being snide is not appreciated. You had no business taking your position and using it to be rude and condescending to these women.
GENERAL FORUM THREAD
Re: To wand or not to wand
Posted: 15:21:31 - Apr 19 2007
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First of all... this community was not intended for pre teens, but rather for adults. As far as protecting young eyes, that is the job of the parent not of the the rave.
Second of all, never was anything said about the violet wand being sexual in nature. If you educate yourself you will see that it historically has been used as a medicinal treatment.
Third, when a Dominar is involved in a thread, I do not suggest that an untitled member voices disapproval of the aformentioned thread.
Remember the days when you gave everyone a ten? When you first made your account here, how you went about, handing out a ten?
Then you start to notice a few things…how some people put effort into their profiles and portfolios. How some shared their life with you, if you care to stop- take a few minutes to read it. They put their hopes, dreams of the future, mistakes of their past. They are asking you to notice them. What they believe in, and hope to receive from this site. What they were looking for, hoping and needing to find here at the community that is VR.
Unlike the ones that just say: Male, like blood.
I have a question for you, and for myself. When was the last time you picked out a Whelp and just said hello? The last time you read a profile, not just stamp and hit backspace.
Granted- lots of them are here to play, to be a pain in the staff’s rear end as they live out the fantasy they have made life out to be. I understand that. However, I think a lot more are here to try to make friends, to try to make a connection to someone who will not judge them, make fun of them, and who listens.
Hey- I am not attacking you… I am just thinking aloud. I myself just rated over 75 profiles and read none. However, what if… now follow me on this one… what if I did take the few minutes? What if I meet a teen who is having trouble at home? Who wanted to talk to someone when he felt like his life is not worth living?
What if that person showed me his anger, shared it with me as I listen, saying I understand. What if that person came to understand others had his problems, that it would not last forever… that he will get away from his parents, that he needed to stay in school, and that the bullies and teachers will not be there for much longer as he grew older.
What if it is a man whose rage is growing toward his wife, and children? Who wanted to hurt them, but instead you are able to talk him down, make him see that would be a mistake. He would be put in jail, ruin his life with that few minutes of giving into his anger.
What if we can stop someone from being hurt by just opening our eyes, and helping? I know VR is not a babysitting service, and I never meant to say it was. Nevertheless, a community that attracts those who are looking for an outlet of the darkness in them. At least that is what I came here for.
I do not know were I am going with this… just thinking of the young man who did the shooting at VT. I cannot understand why he was not helped, or at least watch more closely. Teachers, students, and young women he had stalked before telling the police of his behavior.
If we are unwilling to help people…maybe we should learn to watch out for them more?
How come no one else got this one?? And why the hell does mine have a black eye? Ohhh please. I am a Southern trailer trash... he would be the one on the floor as I hit hit with a cast iron frying pan over his head.. please! And yes- I do know of several places to bury a body, in case you wonder. *sweet smile*
Sometimes this song just fits my life, as I am sure it does most. Wonder if she needs to worry about her lungs, with all that vampire dust? Hey- I am from Ky.,( coal mines ) we know about dust and lungs.
I came to work this morning to have “Suits” show up to talk to me about a buy out on business we own stock in. They spent twenty minutes telling me what I should do. I loved when I did not speak much, how they …lower the explanation to “simpler terms”. I just find that you learn more from some people by listening, and letting them talk.
When they finished and asked me if my shares will be up for sale, I tell them it is a family decision, and I will not speak for them. I am only one of four on the stock. But I will address this with the family soon.
I also asked the one question I wanted them to address- Capital Gains Tax, a subject they never touched on. I wonder why that is. *smirk*
If the stock is worth this much now, how much do you think it will be worth when they do have control? Just saying…
Well Hell.... my mother would die if she was to see this. LOL *sigh* But if I have to- I can be the most lady like person you ever meet. I swear. I can.. Really. (Hearing laughter) Ahhh.. suck my rat toes.
You Are 4% Lady
You're a pretty crass, and even a bit crude on occasion.
Manners don't matter to you, but they sure matter to those around you.
Two 90-year-old men, Moe and Joe, have been friends all of their lives. When it's clear that Joe is dying, Moe visits him everyday. One day, Moe says, "Joe, we both loved baseball all our lives and we played minor league ball together for so many years. Please do me one favor. When you get to Heaven, somehow, you must let me know if there's baseball there."
Joe looks up at Moe from his death bed," Moe, you've been my best friend for many years. If it's at all possible, I'll do this favor for you."
Shortly after that, Joe passes on.
At midnight, a couple of nights later, Moe is awakened from a sound sleep by a blinding flash of white light and a voice calling out to him," Moe. Moe."
"Who is it"? asks Moe, sitting up suddenly. "Who is it"?
"Moe, it's me, Joe."
"You're not Joe. Joe just died."
"I'm telling you, it's me, Joe," insists the voice."
"Joe! Where are you"?
"In Heaven," replies Joe. "I have some really good news and a little bad news."
"Tell me the good news first," says Moe.
"The good news," Joe says "is that there's baseball in Heaven. Better yet, all of our old buddies who died before us are here, too. Better than that, we're all young again. Better still, it's always Spring time and it never rains or snows. And best of all, we can play baseball all we want and we never get tired."
"That's fantastic," says Moe. "It's beyond my wildest dreams! So, what's the bad news"?
Rat scratchs her head, wondering what this means. Stupid quiz. Must be broken. *rat picks up the quiz and shakes it hard.* Hey Cat- your toy is broken!
Your Personality is Very Rare (ENTJ)
Your personality type is energetic, romantic, optimistic, and brave.
Only about 4% of all people have your personality, including 3% of all women and 5% of all men
You are Extroverted, Intuitive, Thinking, and Judging.
Oh my gods, what a bad Cat we have this morning. She sent me....
Nightgame
20:46:50
Apr 17 2007
Sorry wise (ass) Rat but I already knew what tomorrow was (a date that will live in vr infamy) and as a duly authorized member it is within my rights to hold a public celebration of your anniversary. Therefore no closing of my Yipee, the Rat's been here a year! thread. You will just have to bear with the excitement and good wishes from those who know and have yet to know you. It is our Cancer given right to say hello, way to go and we will claim it. In other words, go to a Dominar and get my thread closed and this cat will be picking rat hair from her teeth!!!!!
Cancer giving right or not.. all I have to say is this:
SAHAHRIA!! Were is that deer...
Stabb666! Tammy? Anyone...
Hands the Cat some floss.
ROFLMAO!
Ok Ok...we made a deal. 24 hours is all it stays up, then it is closed. Damn...but it was worth it, as I learned something. Damn Cat is such a Wheeler Dealer. She knows I can't handle her having a secret and not knowing it. LOL
But warn ya- I will check in 24 hours Wednesday, that it is closed as the deal was. *hides in my rat hole, hating the idea of this thread, *
Guess what tomorrow is? *rat taps her foot, waiting for you to answer.* Nope- birthday is in September. However, it has to do with time. Guess… *rat crosses her arms over her chest* Nope. Let me give you another hint. Time…VR.
*rat ache her eyebrow* Ok ok... I cannot wait forever. LOL Tomorrow will be my one-year anniversary on here. *Rat does a happy dance*
Now Miss. Connie- I do not want a forum posting on this, as I will just have to bother a Dominar to close it. So please… just celebrate with me, ok? *rat hides in her hole, not wanting the attention of those she does not know*
A whole year… wow. What have I learned about VR?
*rat sits in her rocker, pulling a blanket over her legs and tells the young whelps to gather around as she hands out advice. Smirk* And Fang- I better not see a Dummies Guide to VR out of this one. LOL
First rule on VR- play nice. Everyone on the site has feelings, so you need to respect that. You can dislike, you can hate them, but keep it to yourself. Stay away from them and use that block button. Drama on the site just ruins it for all the others. Treat others, as you would want to be treated.
Second- No matter what you think VR is a very small community. You never know whom you are talking to, whom they know. You need to learn whom you can trust and let your guard down. Friends…true friends on VR are rare. Be nice to everyone, but watch your back. Some people will try to start drama without you even knowing it. Watch what you say to anyone.
Third- respect those that run the site. While I have disagreed with some of them, you have to respect them. They give their time and energy to this site, nothing in return but to become hated, have insulting comments thrown at them. If you have a problem with them, do as I learned to do. Step back from the computer and chant, “This is Cancer’s site. You are just playing in Cancer playground, so you will do as they say. If you can not play by Cancer's rules- then don't let the playground gate hit you in the ass as you leave.” Lets all chant this together...
*leads the whelps in the chant, having to slap one on the shoulder as he starts to change the words.* Hey... this is my freaking chant, no changing it, you little turd. *deep sigh*
See you will have to be watched, young whelp. *rat puts hand on her chest and closes her eyes, acting all weak as she gives out a cough* Now go- I have no more wisdom to pass on to you. Just remember the chant.
Whelps leave and Rat throws her blanket off and stands up to do the chicken dance… One whole year, yeah!
It started as a joke from Friday night. We joked about sucking toes. You just had to be there for the joke.
Laying on my loveseat, Nita walked by me on the way to the guest bathroom and I jerked my feet away as she loves to tickle me. She made the joke that she would never suck rat's toes.
It's been a joke between us since...
On 00:47:08 Apr 16 2007 Elemental wrote:
great.......good to know.....
birdy hops after rat......come here rat....let me see those toes......lol
On 00:51:41 Apr 16 2007 Vampirewitch39 wrote:
Rat goes running into her hole, hopping birdy doesn't hit the wall as she chases her..
ROFL.. you so need to get your hands on your B/F.
Elemental wrote:
lol...... birdy pulls up short.....and laughs..as if I would REALLY suck a RAT"S toes???!!!!
but made you run rat......made you run...lol
On 00:53:25 Apr 16 2007 Vampirewitch39 wrote:
LOL... That you did.
On 00:53:19 Apr 16 2007 Elemental wrote:
grins evily....lol
that SO BETTER NOT make it in to your journal.....
Have no idea why this song has been on my mind for the last few days. Took me forever to remember the groups name. I use to love this group, still love her voice.
Berlin The Metro...
Had to hear this before I go to bed. Yes- I know its only 7:00 pm, but 4:00am comes early and driving to Ft. Campbell in the morning to do a job.
I feel I have to put something here… so bare with me on this. I asked to be released from my Coven a while ago as I felt I was not pulling my weight, so to speak, and I was not looking for another.
Connie has asked me to join Jason’s House, but see… that is Connie’s place. She is earning 500 favors a week, has several jobs, and friends that she loves talking too. Other then Connie, I have never talked to anyone from that house. I love my sister, but I just did not feel like I needed to be there.
VR is the website I go to chill, to relax. I do not want a job; I do not want anyone to look at me to do anything for him or her. Nothing. I just want to be me, lurking, talking to the few friends that I have.
Some Covens have asked me to join, even a member in a House, who has the power to be, asked me to join his. I thanked each, but held off. Why? Same reason I guess… felt they expected something from me. I mean I am not stupid- the sire level was a plus, and the way Connie explains it my profile and portfolio is rated well.
*shrugs* I just like it to be pretty. LOL It is the Martha Steward in me.
When I received a message from imagesinwords…well…I though I had done something terrible first. Then my “Oh Oh” went to “Ah hell no!” LOL After reading it two times to make sure I understood it, I shut off the laptop, as I had to leave the office. I called Connie, who threatens to beat me if I joined it, then laughed and told me to do what I wanted.
I called Nita and she told me the same, without the threat of course. I told her that I was not the type they ask in, as I have what...60? postings to the forum. I stay under the radar, and keep to my self mostly. She called me “Colonial Jack O’Neill” of StarGate. *smiles* She always knows what to say. Still the doubt stayed with me. What if she made a mistake asking me?
When I returned to the office I sent back a message to her, asking her to check my profile and my journals as that is the real me. I also explain how I was unwilling to give much time to the House, as far as favors or postings. I mean…rude of me, I know, but how mad would she be if I mislead her? I sent this message along with how I would understand if she changed her mind. I mean…I am not a Prize in the VR box of Crackle Jacks, more like the crumbles in the bottom.
My profile is just me all presentable, as my mother would say. My journal is what I am really like. She tells me she has read both, online and off, and ask me to petition the house to join. So… I sit there, having never seen her in my journal (yes- I am not the sharpest tool in the shed) and realized just whom I am talking to. Wow. So… she did not make a mistake. I have done all I could to warn her of my faults, and what to except of me. I believe the words that left my mouth were “Well hell.”
Well then, now what? I remember as a Whelp looking at the House Eternal homepage. The words of “Do not ask to join us, we will ask you” came to mind after reading it and I left, knowing I would never be in this House, the only one that is set up this way. I mean…it is a club folks. A club you are invited into. Still stun, I knew I had to make a decision.
I have read Dark Rider last journal entry about how some people took his Coven/House hopping as a bad thing. I thought to try that, but seeing his problems, I was backing away from it. It comes down to if I wanted to be in any House or Coven, and which one. Did I want to join House Eternal?
The answer was a big fat YES! I sent the petition in and waited. From Connie I understand membership is voted on in her House, and I wonder if it was the same in this House. If so, my mind told me to expect a no, and I would understand. I mean- what have I done to impress these people? Still… I really wanted in.
As of last night I have was let in. I became a member of House Eternal. Imagesinwords journal entry for today tells us the house is only as good as the member’s activity. I will be active, but I might need a little time to see how the place is. I have been known to speak before I think, so I will need some time to learn, to relax around these people.
I do not know why I put this here…guess I just wanted to get it off my chest. I am honored to be in the House, and I will try my best at being active. Ok, that is it all I have to say about it.
Well one more thing. *Rat does Snoopy Dance* I am in House Eternal!!
Nita (Elemental) was over last night for dinner, and we talked a little about her boyfriend of the last two years. I try to help her with understanding men, I really do, but our desires of what we need from the male species is so very different.
I try to help...but the side of me that hates the idea of depending on anyone to be happy surfaces. *shrugs* Maybe I am not the best one to ask about this.
As he chosen to stay at home this weekend, and I gain my sisters wonderful company, I hope she has some fun and just remember- it will work out the way the gods see is best for her.
You, my lovely sister, will always have me to stand by you. This video goes out to you. This is what I was trying to say last night.
I am responding to your letter denying the deduction for two of the three dependents I claimed on my 1998 Federal Tax return.
Thank you. I have questioned whether these are my children or not for years. They are evil and expensive.
It's only fair that since they are minors and not my responsibility that the government (who evidently is taxing me more to care for these waifs) knows something about them and what to expect over the next year. You may apply next year to reassign them to me and reinstate the deduction.
This year they are yours!
The oldest, Kristen, is now 17. She is brilliant. Ask her! I suggest you put her to work in your office where she can answer people's questions about their returns. While she has no formal training, it has not seemed to hamper her knowledge of any other subject you can name. Taxes should be a breeze; Next year she is going to college. I think it's wonderful that you will now be responsible for that little expense. While you mull that over keep in mind that she has a truck. It doesn't run at the moment so you have the immediate decision of appropriating some Department of Defense funds to fix the vehicle or getting up early to drive her to school. Kristen also has a boyfriend. Oh joy. While she possesses all of the wisdom of the universe, her alleged mother and I have felt it best to occasionally remind her of the virtues of abstinence, and in the face of overwhelming passion, safe sex. This is always uncomfortable and I am quite relieved you will be handling this in the future. May I suggest that you reinstate Joycelyn Elders, who had a rather good handle on the problem.
Patrick is 14. I've had my suspicions about this one. His eyes are a little close together for normal people. He may be a tax examiner himself one day if you do not incarcerate him first. In February I was awakened at three in the morning by a police officer who was bringing Pat home. He and his friends were TP'ing houses. In the future would you like him delivered to the local IRS office or to Ogden, UT? Kids at 14 will do almost anything on a dare. His hair is purple. Permanent dye, temporary dye, what's the big deal? Learn to deal with it. You'll have plenty of time as he is sitting out a few days of school after instigating a food fight. I'll take care of filing your phone number with the vice principal. Oh yes, he and all of his friends have raging hormones. This is the house of testosterone and it will be much more peaceful when he lives in your home. DO NOT leave any of them unsupervised with girls, explosives, inflammables, inflatables, vehicles, or telephones. (I'm sure that you will find telephones a source of unimaginable amusement, and be sure to lock out the 900 and 976 numbers!)
Heather is an alien. She slid through a time warp and appeared quite by magic one year. I'm sure this one is yours. She is 10 going on 21. She came from a bad trip in the sixties. She wears tie-dyed clothes, beads, sandals, and hair that looks like Tiny Tim's. Fortunately you will be raising my taxes to help offset the pinch of her remedial reading courses. Hooked On Phonics is expensive so the schools dropped it. Good news! You can buy it yourself for half the amount of the deduction that you are denying! It's quite obvious that we were terrible parents (ask the other two) so they have helped raise this one to a new level of terror. She cannot speak English. Most people under twenty understand the curious patois she fashioned out of valley girls/boys in the hood/reggae/ yuppie/ political doublespeak. I don't. The school sends her to a speech pathologist who has her roll her R's. It added a refreshing Mexican/Irish touch to her voice. She wears hats backwards, pants baggy and wants one of her ears pierced four more times. There is a fascination with tattoos that worries me but I am sure that you can handle it. Bring a truck when you come to get her, as she sort of "nests" in her room and I think that it would be easier to move the entire thing than find out what it is really made of.
You denied two of the three exemptions so it is only fair you get to pick which two you will take. I prefer that you take the youngest, I still go bankrupt with Kristen's college but then I am free! If you take the two oldest then I still have time for counseling before Heather becomes a teenager. If you take the two girls then I won't feel so bad about putting Patrick in a military academy. Please let me know of your decision as soon as possible as I have already increased the withholding on my W-4 to cover the $395 in additional tax and to make a down payment on an airplane.
Two lawyers had been stranded on a deserted island for several months.
The only other thing on the island was the tall coconut tree, which provided them their food. Each day, one of the lawyers climbed to the top of the tree, to see if he could see a rescue boat coming.
One day, the lawyer yelled down from the tree, "Wow! I can't believe my eyes! I don't believe this is true!" The lawyer on the ground was skeptical and said, "I think you're hallucinating and you should come down right now."
So, the lawyer reluctantly climbed down the tree and told his friend that he had just seen a naked blonde woman floating face up headed toward their island. The other lawyer started to laugh, thinking his friend had surely lost his mind. But, within a few minutes up to the beach floated a naked blonde woman, face up, totally unconscious.
The two lawyers went over to her and one said to the other, "You know, we've been on this island for months now without a woman. It's been a long time ...do you think we should, you know, screw her?"
The other lawyer glanced down at the totally naked woman and asked, "Out of what?"
:)
What is the difference between a Harley and a Hoover ?
The position of the dirt bag
What do attorneys use for birth control?
Their personalities.
What makes men chase women they have no intention of marrying?
The same urge that makes dogs chase cars they have no intention of driving.
How do you get a sweet little 80-year-old lady to say the F word?
Get another sweet little 80-year-old lady to yell *BINGO*! *That ones for you Connie*
What's the difference between a northern fairytale and a southern fairytale?
A northern fairytale begins "Once upon a time..."
A southern fairytale begins "Y'all ain't gonna believe this shit"
*sigh* Wonders that a sleeping pill does for ya. 8 hours of deep sleep. :)
Watching the news, I have a question. How can you “win” against an enemy who is willing to kill themselves? Who is able to strap a bomb on their chest and walk to a certain death? Ending not only their own, but to take lives of others?
Religion is a double bladed sword. While there are those who follow the beliefs, there are those who twist it, turning it into hatred. Those who truly believe killing others will lead them to their god, stopping the evil from spreading. They have their rights to express what they believe, but to murder? What religion is this?
How will you ever win? How will you ever stop them? How long are lives to be sacrificed in the name of religious fanatics?
If we go by history… it has never ended.
We should all pray to the God, or Gods that we believe in as the National Guard and their families give even more to us, doing as the governments ask of them. Believe in the war, or not, I do not care. These men and women are doing a job they were been sent to do.
I just hope we remember them as enjoy our freedoms. In honor of my father who served in the Koran War- Semper Fi.
dragoneyes sent me this today, and I had to share it.She has a nick name from me- She is called the "Stamp Queen" as she always leaves me a smile when she visits.
To say my sister Nita, aka Elemental, is culinary challenge is a understatement. So I decided to help her understand how to make Chocolate Mouse. Maybe she will make it for her boyfriend this weekend.
Guess that means we are going "Mouse" hunting Friday night when you come over? Hmmm...might have to make that chocolate Elk. Or Deer.
Let me tell you about my day. First, my sister, who has hurt her leg, is at work. First day in over a week, making me behind on my stuff as I have to answer the phones and deal with …*shivers*… people. She is catching up on Military paperwork that has to be sent in. Unable to walk much, she asks me to do the following:
Make this copy.
Will you get me a bottle of water?
Kay! Answer the damn phone!
Does this shirt make my boobs look huge?
Will you get a bag of ice for me?
What? Wrap it in a towel; you want to freeze me to death?
Make these copies for me.
Can I have a fruit cup? And I heard that… I am not a fruitcake!!
Kay will not mind helping you, just let me call her. KAY!
Make me these copies.
Can you come here? Will you scratch my back? Right between my shoulder blades?
Yes… the last one was pushing it. I sent her home after she got the papers out, not able to take her anymore.
Then there is my Dad. He comes into my office to talk to me about the forklift he wants to buy. The Bailey Company brought a used one over, only a few years old with low hours on the motor to try to get us to talk trade in.
As my dad sits there in his chair across from desk, I asked… How much? I learn something about my dad today. He would make one hell of a car sales man. And we know how much I hate sales man, right Nita? ;)
After the pitch that took over half an hour, between my sister’s calls for help, I finally got the answer to the question. $7,000.00 “Oh hell no. We need to wait and see what the oven is going to cost us…” I stop as I see dad’s face fall flat. I felt like the biggest ass. Damn it… why did I say it? “Ok, how about this. You go and see if you can get the cost down and then we will talk more about it.” As of 3:20pm he had it down to $4, 500.00 with 3 months to pay for it. Extra tank, change the forks to the ones we need, but did not come with to start with, and 6 months service free.
See- used car dealer, or what? Now I have to let him have it, and we do need to have a newer one. The one we have is having problems. *sigh* But I still should never brought up the oven. Dad is not one to think of this stuff, but I see the money as it comes in and out. I know what we can buy, and what we will have to live without. And truth be told- the claim on the oven has me worried. First claim I have reported since I have been with this insurance company, 5 or 6 years… but damn if I don’t do my first one good. LOL
Then … and yes, the day is not over yet… then some of the boys and I had a talk. They had learned from a customer that the “Cheap” mover in the area has increased its rates, per hour by $20.00. This makes me the “Cheap” mover in the area. They want me to raise my prices and pay them more. Now how freaking nice is that of them? *cuss word*
But see… I have a problem with that, and I told them why. Right now- it cost you $260.00 for us to come out. You might get a one bedroom, maybe two moved for that cost. So tell me this- in a small town, were $8.00- $10.00 an hour job such as theirs is rare- how many people can afford to pay for a mover? While there are many rich people in this town-, they do not move every day. You have to stay open to your customer base. You over price yourself and you will not be busy, thus they will not get the hours. I guess I need to think about it. It is just… the normal family cannot afford us now. To most people $260.00 is more then they make in a week.
Then we have the rental company. Lady came to pay her rent that is over a month past due. She owes me two months, really. Sad story aside…and yes, I have heard all of them, she tells me she can pay only last month. Having a bad day-, she got the blunt of it. She is under an eviction notice that runs out on the 23. She has until then to pay it, or she is out. She started to cry on me. I am sorry- but she draws SSI, and her mother who lives with her does to. They have one old car. It is not as if she lost her income. “I just got behind on the bills. My utilities…” I stopped her right there and told her if she had no home, the utility bills will not be a problem, now would they?
She swore to be here by the 23rd to pay all the rent and late fees and left the office, still crying. I turn to see my sister giving me a sad look, and I swear there is a look of disappointment in her eyes. “What!? She owes rent and I am sick of the bullshit tales.” She just goes back to her paperwork and tells me “That is why you are the mean cop and I am the nice cop.” Well I guess she is right.
So… let’s see… I think that is all that happen to me today. I am ready to leave for home, hoping a workout will get this shit off my mind, and wear me out a little so I can sleep tonight. If not… I will catch up on my rating on VR, in lurking, as I really do not want to play nice with strangers most nights. Hell tonight I don't want to play nice with my friends even.
Maybe read a little. Might do that. I cannot make a book mad at me.
Wiping away tears of laughter, I finish reading artemka's Journal. Seems he has a mouse problem in his home and guess what he baited the trap with? Chocolate!!!
*rat runs for cover, going back into her hole*
This is not a comment on artemka's journal at all. I love his journal, thank you very much.
I just think its funny, seeing as I have the pet name of rat... oh hell, I am not going to explain this to you.
Rat grabs the code and runs out of Innocentprncss journal...
I did not steal it.. I just going to borrow it for a long long time. * rat smiles*
What Kind of Picture Are You? (Lots of results and pics)
Scenic: Your picture includes nature and all it's beauty. You love those beautiful sunsets and cute deer drinking in that crystal-clear lake...Take this quiz!
A new arrival, about to enter hospital, saw two white coated doctors searching through the flower beds.
"Excuse me," he said. "Have you lost something?"
"No," replied one of the doctors. "We're doing a heart transplant for an income-tax inspector and want to find a suitable stone."
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A man, called to testify at the IRS (The US tax authority) asked his accountant for advice on what to wear. "Wear your shabbiest clothing. Let him think you are a pauper." Then he asked his lawyer the same question, but got the opposite advice. "Do not let them intimidate you. Wear your most elegant suit and tie."
Confused, the man went to his rabbi, told him of the conflicting advice, and requested some resolution of the dilemma. "Let me tell you a story," replied the rabbi. "A woman, about to be married, asked her mother what to wear on her wedding night. 'Wear a heavy, long, flannel nightgown that goes right up to your neck.' But when she asked her best friend, she got conflicting advice. 'Wear your most sexy negligee, with a V neck right down to your navel."
The man protested: "What does all this have to do with my problem with the IRS?"
"No matter what you wear, you are going to get screwed!"
Well today, it happens. I knew it would. I had a feeling it was going to happen soon. I watched it approach with wonder, and dread.
Today I hit #300 friends list. Now the question I have for you is this… why?
I went over my “Friends List You Are On” counted those who talk to me. Who have made the effort to know the real me. Want to know how many that was? #25.
#11 out of #12 people who liked my profile enough to add me, never came back to talk to me. However, I am thinking it is my fault. While I am on here most nights, some days, I stay in lurking. A few people pester me enough that I hide.
These few people ruin my chance of meeting new friends. What to do?
Thinking its time to get the attitude I have at work and come out of lurking. The “back the fu-k off me, or I will so enjoy putting you in your place.” attitude I wear most days.
But see… VR is fun for me. I do not want to be the bitch. I just want to make friends, talk to some people. I want to let my guard down.
Guess if you see me out of lurking- warning if you start your shit, I will stop you. Why am I saying this here? The people who read this are not the problem. I guess I just wanted to talk this out, figure out what I needed to do.
Well... holy cow turds. *wipes my forehead with a deep sigh of relief* Now that my sister have done the test of "What type of person do you attract?" I can rest easy.
Connie's is Geeks, Nita's is Artsy, and mine is Yuppies.
Great to know we will not have to fight over the same guy any time soon.
Listen to Vampire Radio last night before bed and, in a round about way, it made me think of my Father. Spring break is going on and I started to remember were I would be at this time as a student. I would be in a semi tractor and trailer with my father.
As an over the road driver/ household mover most of his life, and the first 18 years of mine, it was the only time I have to spend with my father. He would take me out with him during spring break, and during the summer.
While I was “free labor”, I was young enough to not care. I was able to see the United States, and meet people that I can only recall a few of. The waitress who flirted with him and me telling her to stop as that was my Mom’s husband. I think I was nine when I did that. LOL
Or the time I "Took to long.." as Dad put it, in the shower at the truck stop and he sent a lady in to find me, make sure I was ok. LOL I learned to eat fast, shower faster. Dad was not one to wait. To this day, I can eat a burger and fries faster then anyone I know. Might even have time to sneak in a piece of cake, waiting for the others. :)
The customer in Winter Haven, Fla. who had the house full of cherry furniture, were my love for this wood started. Seeing a bedroom suite, and Dad telling me to start saving if I ever thought to have that kind. I do, took me 6 years to save the money, but it’s in my bedroom.
Dad watching out for me, but letting me do “grown up” things like pay for the fuel, get the directions from the customers. Walking into the other moving companies with the paperwork under my arm, letting me step up to handle the paperwork, standing behind me, always close.
All the sunrises, and moonrises and stars I have seen. The flashing lights of the big towns, the beauty of nature, the landscape. Learning to see the beauty beyond the blacktop of the highway.
The many nights of falling asleep in the sleeper, the sound of the motor, daddy behind the wheel. Waking up in another state, another rest area or truck stop, and him asleep in the seat.
The many nights at the “Movers Hotel” – aka, sleeping on moving pads in the back of the trailer. To this day I can still remember the hard floor, no matter how many pads you threw down. And the sound of the trucks, going in and out all thru the night. Made coming home that much better. I hated going back to the 4 walls of the school room. I just missed the road.
Stupid things now, but at the time… it made me happy and I had no care in the world, loving the road, the job for the day, and looking forward to the next one. Boy… what I would not give to have that back. You had a feeling of getting something done when the day was over.
I see the group of young boys outside playing on their skateboards, and I smile. While I had an odd childhood, it is what made me what I am today. And I wish I had treasure it more as it happen.
This song always makes me think of my father, and those days long ago. I am putting it here to just listen to some. :)
I think my "Bitchyness" is safe. *rat gives the birdly a flip off with her tail. LOL
You are 74% Bittch!
I can't believe it! Your almost a full bittch! I know you just sit there and think of ways to be a bittch! How Pathetic is that! You must be awful lonely! Cruelty hurts! Bittch!How much of a B*tch Are you?Create MySpace Quizzes
What? Rednecks are the last one? Well hell- no wonder I can't find a man in these hills. ROFL.
What type of person do you attract?
Your Result: You attract Yuppies!
You attract the very well-dressed, job oriented type of people. They usually have their finances together, are 'middle of the road' on most topics, generally happy with the 'main-stream' of things. If it is stability you are after, these are good people to attract, if you seek adventure, it may be time for an overhaul.
You are a smart-tard. You know 2+2=5, that's good. You might be able to get a McJob one day! You can flip some McBurgers, wearing a McHat, cooking on that McGrill. Have McGood luck with that.
It's no secret that I read journals. I read a lot of them. But sometimes you find the ones that just make you smile. This is one of them.
VAMPIERS ARE REAL AND THERE COMING FOR U!!!
08:11:46 - Apr 09 2007
Times Read: 2
on this site i haved learned that vampiers r real and if u mess with them they will come for u when ur sleeping or awake walking done the street in the middel of the night.but not me bec
my fathers a vampier and hed just bite me so wen ur walking done the street u better whach out for me bec ill jump out the trees and suck the soul right out of u
Ok... someone care to tell me WTH this means? And no- I am not going to be childish and go ask. Now if she had left me a 4 or lower... her ass would be mine! lol
Been watching the TV shows SuperNature, and the episode called Faith has me thinking on this Easter Sunday. The show is about a healer, who uses the dark magic to make a Reaper take a life, giving it back to a person that is chosen by the healer. In the show - an elder man is given the health of a young woman, leaving him to live as she is killed.
So it brings up a question- would you do this? Oh… I could say “No, Never.” But I think I would, maybe.
I mean… if I was in my 70’s, then no, I have lived my life. However, what if I was 20 years old, with… cancer? Would I be so willing to say no? Would love to say yes- that no one should play god… but I know I would want to live. If someone else has to die, someone I do not know, nor ever would know…. I think I would.
On the other hand, what if the person whose life force I am getting was a killer? Cruel, mean, deserves to die? Killer of children, of innocents, what then? If you know you will not receive any of the bad from the person, would you take his/her life to keep yourself alive? I know I would.
Does that mean I am judging another life of being worth less then my own? Guess it does. I also live in the real world, were I see evil, were I think there are some people on this earth that should not be here.
The act of playing god… who lives, who dies. Would you be willing to play that game?
I love Connie Woo! She is the best sister. I have the music I wanted on my profile! In addition, I know how to change it with my art, with my mood. She worked, fixing a few problems, I was having with my laptop, and you just have to love her. I did anyway- but still...
*sends her move loving*
Requiem helped as well, giving me an answer we needed as far as storage of the music file, as I never could get back into my File Den account.
Wonder if Cancer ever thought to let members buy more file storage? I know I would love to doubled the amount I have now.
*happy smile*
I have the music I want, matches my art this time. WoooHooo!
Ohhh... and I took some of the "Nice" out of my profile too. Way to many people were thinking I was freaking nice. WTH?
From my loving sister Connie's (Nightgame) journal.
Gotta love working with the Birdie
07:14:37 - Apr 07 2007
Times Read: 4
The Rat’s Comeuppance
Now the birdie and I (cat) were very nice this past winter and didn’t try to restrict the Rat’s prayers, spells and demands for snow even though neither of us are as fond of it as Rattie! But we played nice buddies and didn’t try to undo her hopes. But it is now 6 days into April and last week we had temps in the upper 80’s Fahrenheit and now today she has cast her Rattie little spell and the temperature is 22 F and it’s frigging Snowing!
Therefore the bird and I have decided to retaliate. Now everyone be very quiet for we don’t want to tip the Rat off to our plans.
The bird is going to fly over and check out the situation while I slip up on the ground. Now the Rat doesn’t think much of my stalking skills but she has never really seen me trying to sneak up on anyone, as I’m usually too upfront a person to stoop to that sort of thing. But this snowfall calls for drastic action and I will lower myself to her standards. I have an ice chest full of crushed ice and that Rat is going to find out just how uncomfortable being cold and wet feels.
Birdie: Rat is spotted standing just off the back porch, looking up at the snow as she laughs and dances in celebration.
Cat: Okay hold your position, I’m on approach from the rear of the porch. Silence now as I make my move.
--------------Long quiet moment--------followed by splash and sudden screeching and yelling and cussing---
Cat: I’m on the run before she calms down enough to chase after me. Hold your position overhead but don’t let her spot you or she’ll shoot you down for sure.
Now you happy Rat, you know how us cold natured friends feel.
As an ultimate test of his will power, a man decided to give up sex for Lent. Although not thrilled with the idea, his wife agreed to support him in this effort. The first few weeks weren't too difficult. Things got tougher during the next couple of weeks, so the wife wore her dowdiest nightclothes and chewed on garlic before going to bed. The last couple of weeks were extremely tough on the husband, so the wife took to locking the bedroom door and forcing the husband to sleep on the couch.
Easter morning finally came. A knock came on the wife's bedroom door.
"KNOCK!!! KNOCK!!! KNOCK!!!"
Husband: "Guess whom?"
Wife: "I know who it is!"
Husband: "Guess what I want?"
Wife: "I know what you want!"
Husband: "Guess what I'm knockin' with?"
* If Peter Cottentail looked like that- I MIGHT share my chocolate with him.*
* dropping head down to hit my forehead on the laptop keyboard, chanting...*
Stay away from the forum. Stay away from the forum.
*rubs my forehead*
It wasn't my fault! I read someone making a comment on the Vampbox about the what was going on in the forum, and I had to go see. Rat's are known for being noisey *twist my nose*
And what did I do? Posted smart ass remarks.
*sighs, and starts banging my head again as I chant..*
Stay away from the forum. Stay away from the forum.
I should be sitting her with a nice fresh donut in my hand, a smile on my face, as I look at the chocolate icing on top of the softness, all yummy. But NOOO! See Birdy lied to me, tricked me last night. LOL
I get a phone call and she tries, at least a little sweeter this time, to invite herself over for dinner. “What are you cooking? Enough for two?” Hey - for her, that is being nice. LOL
I tried to edge out of it…but she said, “I will bring you some donuts for in the morning.” “Krispy Creams?” “No. There is a bakery here. I will stop and get some. Nice fresh chocolate donuts for in the morning.”
Seeing donuts dancing in my head, unlike any sugarplum ever could, I said yes. Here I am – slaving over a hot stove, the bacon for the cheese fries burning, house full of smoke, and she knocks on the front door. “Damn it…” I run to open it, thinking of how I left the back door open for her, and the smoke alarm goes off. To say that alarm is a little touchy is putting it nice, and it’s wired in, so no pulling the batteries.
I open the door to her smiling face. “I timed that just right- smoke alarm is going off, so it must be ready.” *Rat growl* Saying something rude to her, I run to take the crispy bacon off the burner.
Nita has to have her meat well done. Well done, as in NO red. *shivers* It just goes against my gain to ruin a good piece of meat that way, but she is as she is. Problem is- I cannot cook a steak well done and not burn it. LOL
After a few minutes of joking around, we sit down to eat. I cut into my steak, and she starts to check hers to see if it is done enough, when I said, “I noticed you came in empty handed.” She looks at me with those eyes, batting her eyelashes. “The bakery went out of business.” I grab at her plate, telling her she can leave now. She laughs and I set it back down, her telling me she will make it up to me.
Does working 4 hours trying to change the music on my profile count? We IM Connie to ask a few questions and that just turned into a girl night out, per internet.
So all I have to say this morning, craving a fresh donut, is RAT FARTS!
LMAO! And look what my loving sister sent me this morning first thing:
On 13:40:11 Apr 06 2007 Elemental wrote:
*birdy covers her beak.something smells arful this morning *
looks around.......seeing a rat with its tail in the air......ahhhhh NOW I know why.
Woke up this morning from a long night sleep, and turned over to my back. I hear the heat is running, as a cold front has entered Ky. for the next few days. I yawn, and push my foot out from under the covers… only to yank it back in. Dang… it was cold! Thank the gods I added that other blanket last night… speaking of, I snuggled in my bed like a rat in a hole, closing my eyes and my attention goes to the radio.
My alarm is set on a local radio station that plays old 80’s music, some country even. “Temperatures today are only reaching in the 40’s today, so grab a coat as you head out the door, folks.” I smile, giving myself just one song to build up the courage to jump out of bed, to the bathroom. You know how a blast of cold just makes you have to pee. lol
I lay there, and a song comes on. Remember the old Culture Club song “Do you really want to hurt me?” I covered my head with the blanket as Boy George asked me that in his whiny voice. I had to sing along as the song continued, not being a big Culture Club fan. “Yes I really want to hurt you. Yes I really want to make… you… cry.”
I had enough about half way thru it, pushing the covers back, cold air hitting my…well, I sleep in the buff so…just name it and it got hit by the cold air. LOL I crossed the room to turn the alarm off. Boy George just ruined my few moments of rebel that I gave myself this morning, damn him.
But hey- at least the sun was up this morning, a move in the right direction.
Listen to Vampire Radio as I ate lunch, and what did I get? A few laughs, the lyrics of a song by Four Star Mary called Pain stuck in my head, and the craving for cotton candy. LOL
Really folks- you need to visit this site. Someone pointed out it was hard to find the link, and I agree.
You have to go to the VR Manual on the left side of the screen, click and then click to the chapter marked Vampire Rave and it's History. It is the first one.
Then click on A Real Vampire Rave. You will find the link here that will take you to the VampireRadio.com.
I just hope Cancer updates it soon, as I am almost seen/ listen to all of them. :)
And ... watching him getting his chest waxed, is so worth the trip over. Trust me. :)
Stolen from my sister Elemental. For us "plus size" girls, I love this. I just wanted to have it here so I can play it when I want to see it, as the lady makes such good points. And I can see I need to work on my own self image. :)
Came out of lurking for a few minutes and Sahahria fainted at ... how did she put it? It was along the lines of seeing the rat's butt out of hiding. LOL
Well... this is for you, my lovely deer. ;)
And note: nothing against VR policy, as I am a good rat, I am. Playing by the rules and all. :)
I was reading Khayman journal yesterday and, for some reason it stayed in my mind. I went back and read again- a boy asking the VR administrators for money to go to a friend who had been beaten and raped.
My problem was not with what she said- hey, I thank she was nicer then I would have been about it. However, what was it that stuck in my head….
Funny as RedQueen mentioned Khayman last night, as helping her understand legal documents from her step cow (mother).
I took it as a sign to try and firgure it out…and this morning it clicked.
The guy who asked for money, if I am not mistaken, is the same guy who asked me for money. If you go down in my journal (March 27) - he is the young guy who wanted me to send him money so he could come to “be with me” as he put it.
The kitty ( Nightgame ) read this and she sent me a message that he asked her for the same thing. Did all the "Love you, we can be together..." bullshit. Boy- you really did not know Connie, did you? LOL She would not send you money just to keep you away from her. ;)
But it does make you wonder how many people he has asked for money on this site?
I think the kid should come with a warning as I can see some people on here would believe his story and lies, and may send him money.
Sad day...sad. Here is part of the message we had that night, were he asked for money to "get to me." *rolls my eyes*
On 00:18:27 Mar 27 2007 DRAGONFIRE224 wrote:
is there any way u can help me get there?
On 00:20:08 Mar 27 2007 Vampirewitch39 wrote:
For that cost, I could buy bibles and send the Sunday School kids out for icecream.
Maybe you should try a local church?
If nothing else I hope this lets Khayman know she was right about the guy- total bull shitter.
Have you seen the pet insurance they sell now? I wanted to know a little about it so I went to the VPI Pet Insurance web page, and read a little.
All the basic are covered- doctor visits, meds, X rays, hospitalization. Like any human policy, some things not covered, others cover the whole package. Not at to bad of a rate, I have to say. :)
See- our family treats the animals like family. Speaking of family, I pulled up the puppy/dog section and read a little. They cover vaccinations *rat holds up a big long needle*, flea control *rat scratches her belly*, and spay and neuter *rat gives an evil grin*. Even a MRI/CAT scans. Dog getting a cat scan * rat laughs* Cat are covered for the same.
I love how they say “Accidental injuries”. What… are you saying animals are suicidal? Lassie ran out in the road on purpose? The cat fell off the entainment center to try to kill itself? So… does the prescription coverage cover anti depressants? LOL
They even had coverage for birds. Self-mutilation, feather picking, and egg binding is covered for our feather friends. Got a question: let’s say birdy plucks all her feathers out. What will you do? *rat sees Donald Trumps hair on her eagle, and laughs*. I do not even want to know what egg binging is. *rat evil grin as she thinks of her birdy going thru that* lol
Could you see the questions: I mean- you would have the normal ones of weight, size, age. But what else would they ask the animals?
Do you eat foreign objects out of the yard? How often do you lick your butt? Do you eat table scrapes? How many walks per day? Are you a mix, or pure breed? (Please tell the truth, as answers are confidential) ;)
What is your relationship with your owner? Has your owner ever thrown heavy objects at you? Have they ever locked the doggy door with you on the outside?
“Why time is it?” I asked both guys, as we wait for the customer Monday morning. “It’s 8:21am.” The one with a watch tells me, as he lays on the truck’s floor on pads, all comfortable. I sigh and turn to watch traffic.
“What time is it?” He wakes enough to answer me “8:53am. Boy you really don’t have any patience, do you?” he grins as he asked of me. I turn away and his foot hits my butt. “You did not answer me.” “Sorry…” I glance back at him and said, “I did not have the patience to answer you.”
“What time is it?” He opens his eyes and pulls off his watch, pitching it to me. “Here. You can look yourself.” “What? You are losing your patience with me?” LOL
New guy was sitting in the middle of the bench seat of the International. I am driving, and another man (who was the driver, but he was sleepy…go figure.) is at the window seat, asleep as well. I pull a pen from the little holder on the door, and threw it at the other guy. He wakes, looking at me, and smiles.
See- the new guy is asleep on my shoulder, all curled up, snoring. The number one rule here is this: Kay hates being laid on as she drives. I don’t care that you sleep- just stay off me.
“Chris? Honey, wake up.” He opens those eyes, all sleepy like as I glance down into them. “You all comfortable? Warm enough?” I ask in a loving, tender voice. He gives me a sleepy grin and nods yes, and I swear he snuggled even more into my side. I here the other guy snicker as he knew what I was going to do. Chris closes his eyes to go back to sleep.
I look at the other man I have worked years with and smile. He smiles back. I check to see nothing is beside me, and shove Chris off me. “Then get your ass off me. I am not your freaking pillow.” We both start laughing as poor Chris comes wide-awake, never to lean on me again.
Stop at a gas station, and I try to find something healthy to snack on. I spot bananas behind the counter and ask if I could buy one. I get into the truck, water bottle and banana in hand, only to be asked, “What are you going to do with that?” “Uh… eat it.” I hit the interstate, as he open pop and chips. I shift into high gear, and reach for the banana.
“You are really going to eat that?” I look at the guy and remember the Banana blow job joke I did on him a while ago. “Sure am.” I peel it, and take a bite, giving a moan of pleasure. I thought he was going to jump out of the truck. Out the corner if my eye, I see him watch me…and I could not stop myself. I slide the banana in, and back out of my mouth. He said, dead serious, “I am going to be sick.”
LOL… yes, I am very glad I do not work with men every day. And I am sure they are grateful to.
While I have sooo enjoyed working with males for the last 3 days.... I am also so very very glad I am not married to one, or have one waiting at home. LOL
After another long day of work, rat climbs into her bed, griping. “If anyone ask me to work this weekend…or to drive this weekend, I will bite them in the ass, I swear.” She pulls the cover up, still seeing daylight coming thru the window, but knowing 4:15am comes early. Three early mornings in a row are talking the toll on the rat.
She snuggles down, and thinks of her day, and all she needs to do tomorrow at work. She toss and turns, then makes her mind leave work and move on to more pleasant subjects. And how lovely sleeping in on Saturday and Sunday will be.
After a little while she yawns, and closes her eyes…and remember the few minutes she spent on VR tonight, to tired to even rate.
How Nita still has not removed what I asked her to... nicely... twice even.*rat growls* But the other cute things making her smile. Love you to sis.
How RedQueen message to Nita made her laugh. How the damn map on the thread still has her in first place…and the “Look! Snow!” on RedQueen’s location. * rat grin * It's all her fault!
Then the rat grin turns evil…as she plots revenge. See… the rat’s crazy hours is ending very soon, this being the last day of predawn work, and she will have time to write. And she will write…oh yes… she will.
Is it just my mood- or does the profile comment of "Don't fuck with me." just make you want to fuck with them? I mean... really? Doesn't it just make you want to start something?
Ok... time for me to leave, go to bed.
That and I clicked on the same profile three times to rate it. LOL
A chance discovery by a Berkshire allotment-holder that a plant widely available in garden centres has the same effect on men as Viagra has been confirmed by experts at one of the world's leading botanical institutions.
The plant is winter-flowering heather, and botanists at the Royal Botanic Gardens, Edinburgh, many of them heather experts who have recognised the source of its active ingredient, now expect it to be the next must-have plant in British gardens. Demand is already high. Nurseries and garden centres in some areas are having trouble finding sufficient supplies as word spreads of the plant's unexpected properties.
A spokesman for Wyevale Garden Centres, which has 106 UK branches, said: "At first, it was just a trickle of inquiries, but now stores are virtually being besieged each weekend. We have had men buying dozens of the plants and, at one store in Croydon, there were men old enough to know better fighting over the last remaining trays."
The latest gardening craze was triggered by a discovery by a 55-year-old furniture restorer, Michael Ford, on his allotment. He was always experimenting with drinks made from different plants and one day he tried an infusion from his winter-flowering heather. He said: "The effect was almost immediate. I had to stay in my potting shed for an hour or so before I could decently walk down the street."
He then contacted the Royal Botanic Gardens, Edinburgh, famous for their work with the heather family, to see if they could offer an explanation. They could. Botanist Alan Bennell said: "This first surfaced when East European chemists reported finding a Viagra-type chemical in the floral tissues of winter-flowering heaths. They were able to isolate measurable amounts of material that is an analogue of the active principle in Viagra."
Winter-flowering heather, he explained, belongs to the genus Erica, a close relative of our own native heather. He said: "As yet, the active ingredient has not been found in these British forms, but it is proving to be most concentrated in many of the widely available hybrids sold as winter-flowering heather in garden centres. Particularly potent are forms of Erica carnea, the Alpine heather, whose range extends into the Balkans.
"The work of these biochemists and physiologists - much of it disrupted and lost during the ravages of war - is now coming to light."
From the limited amount of information available, it is suggested the Viagra-analogue is best extracted by steeping the detached small flowers in neat alcohol. An infusion of about 20g of flowers in 100ml of fluid liberates the active principle. A quality full-strength vodka (at least 40 per cent) is also effective. Mr Bennell added: "There is some confusion whether oral consumption or topical application is more effective."
But not everyone is happy about this new discovery. One woman shopping at a Wyvales in Dorking yesterday said: "It's amazing. My husband has never shown any interest in gardening before, but now he's out there night and day fussing over his heathers. Frankly, I preferred it when he left the garden to me and wasn't so frisky."
Went over to the forum to read a little, see what the news is, and find this game in the sandbox.
Who gets the last word?
Posted: 16:07:27 - Apr 01 2007
Times viewed: 251
Basically the last person to post is the winner(got the last word).
So now we have people who post with nothing to them, but who is able to posted last before it is closed. While I stay out to the forum, I have to say..
Having spent time with my sisters this weekend, I am reflecting on the comments they made to me. Understand – these are sisters of my heart, not blood. Friends that I have known for many, many years.
The comments made to me were I changed them in some way since they have known me. Nita- who was shy, sweet, and very quiet has become more open, less meek. She is not afraid to say “No” to you anyone now, and is able to stand on her own. I see this, enjoying her growth, but I had no idea it was my influence on her.
Connie said she stands up more for what she wants, and when she does- her mother says to her, “You can tell you been around Kay.” *smiles* I thought Connie’s mom liked me. lol
Fine- I will take the blame for making my sisters see they are women who can, and should do what they want. They have everything going for them- smart, funny, loving, caring, good morals, and family. And me… lets not forget me, as they are my friends for life, my sisters in heart.
What have they given me? Now that is were its gets interesting, as they never asked me that. I think they were afraid of what I would say. Ohhh… I could be mean, say some smart ass remarks about burn spots in my carpet, or having to cook more. But I want to tell them the truth.
Connie… she is given me the knowledge that problems will blow over. Whatever the problem, she has taught me in a few days it will be old news. In a month, who will care? She is calm, never one to get upset unless you push her to much. I wish I was more like her in that way, envy her for it even. If I have to do something that upset me- Connie is the one I would want to be there, as the more angry I would become, the more she would be able to calm me. She has that effect on me, and few people do.
She also has given me the strength to write. See- I always loved to “daydream” but never put it to words. When I started to write - Connie was the one I waited for to express her opinion. She still is to this day. I do not care how many people read anything I write, Connie is the one I hope likes it.
Connie is also the one person I can share my darker side with, a side I have never shown any were but to her in talking, story ideas. She tells me to write them, but I still hold them back, inside me. Maybe someday, sis. While Nita's "job" is to not judge, to listen, with Connie I know she will never judge me.
Nita has brought me feelings. I have done more inner searching since we have become friends. Funny- the very thing she said I change in her (kind, caring) I have tried to bring out in myself. She has opened me up to how I affect other people, and understanding my past a little better. She helps me see that I can cry and bitch about my life, or I can make the most of it and be happy.
She has brought the feeling that I can help her, that she might need me as much as I need her. In that- she has let me have a shoulder to cry on when I need it. She listens and lets me talk, solving my problems. She is able to make me smile when I am sad, laugh when all I want to do is bitch.
She brings to me the strength of helping people, able to see a softer touch is not a weakness. The old saying “You get more bees with honey” comes to mind when I think of her. While I might want to plow thru, getting what I want, taking it, she has taught me that I do not have to be so defensive. Let my guard down, and maybe trust a few people. I can, knowing she would be there to help when I get hurt.
That, ladies, is what you both bring to my life. While both of you have seen, and lived with horror that I will never be able to understand, you both have kept your hearts, you ability to care. You might have it hidden some, but I know it is there. And that makes you stronger woman then I ever could be. You are the strong ones in my eyes. I just have a big mouth. lol
If you mix all three of us in a pot you would have one hell of a goddess. Even on our own- we still make one hell of a woman.You bring more to me, more to my life then you will ever know. Along with the burnt spots in the carpet and the extra time in the kitchen. * evil grin*LOL
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