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A c&p. Beautiful message....
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Apr 13, 2010 5:35 pm
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The Cracked Pot Story
A water bearer in India had two large pots,
one hung on each end of a pole which he carried
across his neck. One of the pots had a crack
in it, and while the other pot was perfect and always
delivered a full portion of water at the end
of the long walk from the stream to the
master's house. The cracked pot arrived only half full.
For a full two years this went on daily, with the bearer delivering only one and a half pots full of water in his master's house.
Of course, the perfect pot was proud of its accomplishments, perfect to the end for which it was made.
But the poor cracked pot was ashamed of its own imperfection, and miserable that it was able to accomplish only half of what it had been made to do.
After two years of what it perceived to be a bitter failure, it
spoke to the water bearer one day by the stream.
"I am ashamed of myself, and I want to apologize to you."
Why?" asked the bearer.
"What are you ashamed of?"
"I have been able, for these past two years, to deliver only half my load because this crack in my side causes water to leak out all the way back to your master's house.
Because of my flaws, you have to do all of this work, and you don't get full value from your efforts," the pot said.
The water bearer felt sorry for the old cracked pot, and in his compassion he said, "As we return to the master's house, I want you to notice the beautiful flowers along the path."
Indeed, as they went up the hill, the old cracked pot took notice of the sun warming the beautiful wild flowers on the side of the path, and this cheered it some.
But at the end of the trail, it still felt bad because it had leaked out half its load, and so again it apologized to the bearer for its failure.
The bearer said to the pot, "Did you notice that there were flowers only on your side of your path, but not on the other pot's side?
That's because I have always known about your flaw, and I took advantage of it. I planted flower seeds on your side of the path, and every day while we walk back from the stream, you've watered them.
For two years I have been able to pick these beautiful flowers
to decorate my master's table. Without you being just the way you are, he would not have this beauty to grace his house."
Moral: Each of us has our own unique flaws. We're all cracked pots.
But it's the cracks and flaws we each have that make our lives together so very interesting and rewarding. You've just got to take each person for what they are, and look for the good in them. There is a lot of good out there.
There is a lot of good in us!
Blessed are the flexible, for they shall not be bent out of shape.
Remember to appreciate all the different people in your life!
Thank you to the cracked pots in my life.
You have made life more interesting and beautiful.
Betsy K. Holt, PhD
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I found a man on Craigs List
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Mar 3, 2010 6:43 pm
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and he sounded like such a great guy, I decided not to keep him for myself. Sooooo I gave him my friend Shay's phone number....
Here is what he posted.....
Hello potential female mates,
I’m Lukey. I’m about to leave work and go home. Getting back and forth is the worst part of my day. The drive should take 10-minutes. But it takes an hour because my old Chrysler station wagon conks out so much. I usually have to stop a couple of times to pour a jug of water in the radiator. Ever since the muffler fell off, it makes more noise than my washing machine. When I get to the trailer park this pack of dogs is always waiting there to chase me. Lucky for me they can’t get close enough to finish ripping off the fender. That thick cloud of smoke pouring out my tail pipe pretty much hides me. I would get that fixed but my sister Petal says it helps keep down the mosquito population from the septic pond in back.
I think she just likes the smell of burnt oil because it reminds her of Grandma’s cooking. They don’t make cooks like Grandma anymore. She cooked everything to the same shade of black. If it wasn’t real crispy, it wasn’t done. Daddy didn’t care much for her cooking though. He said he’d just as soon lick the inside of a fireplace. Doctor Leakman down at the VD clinic once said Grandma ought to do the cooking at the hospital. He said it would make his patients go home a lot quicker. I think he had eyes for Grandma except his eyes were crossed and you were never sure where he was looking. He taught me one important thing; don't let a cross-eyed doctor check your prostate. They can hurt you real bad.
The reason I’m writing is this, I’ll be needing a wife pretty soon. I wrote here before but only got a racy picture from this woman. My sister Petal made me quit looking at it. She tore it up and flushed it down the toilet. I wished she had not done that because the commode is stopped up real bad now. I tried to unclog it but I couldn’t reach in far enough. Now we have to use the pond out back. It is real drafty sitting on that board during the winter. It’s also kind of embarrassing if someone drives by, especially when they blow the horn. I never know if I should wave back. I usually don’t because I’m not feeling real social at that particular moment. My favorite time at the pond is around sunset because the sky is real pretty reflecting on the water like it does.
My sister Petal is looking to find a husband before she starts showing. I expect she will soon be moving into the motel if the health inspector allows it to reopen. That means I will need someone who can keep house and do the cooking. It would be real nice if you know how to bushhog weeds too. You would need to keep them real short so the snakes quite getting inside. Before my sister Petal can turn on the oven she has to poke around inside with the broom. Take Lukey’s word for it; you don’t want a smoking-hot, pissed-off snake in the house with you! I never knew they would chase you like that. I didn’t know they could run so fast. I didn’t know I could run so fast. I didn’t know my sister Petal could leap that high. I didn’t know Grandma could run through walls like that. She made three new doors in our trailer.
It would also help if my new wife knows how to tar the trailer roof because it leaks sometimes, usually when it rains. It don't look bad inside since I covered the stains on the ceiling with newspapers so you won’t be embarrassed when the preacher comes over. Some of the duct tape is starting to peal but I think it will hold a while longer unless we get a real wet winter.
I’ve been reading about stuff that women like, so let me tell you something about myself. I’m in real good condition, me and my sister Petal both. Come from good stock, we do. Except I keep telling my sister Petal to lay off that chewing tobacco. That’s what’s making her last tooth yellow. She can still chew pretty good but corn on the cob lasts a week.
I’m real clean too. I bath most every Saturday but I don’t use none of that sissy stuff you smear under your arm. My daddy always said if you don’t smell worse than a hog then you ain’t working hard enough. My daddy was real smart. I’m glad I learned so much from him before he slipped and fell in the well. It took us more than a week wondering why the water tasted funny before we found him.
For you picky women, don’t expect no virgin cause I was once had. That was a long time ago and I don’t have itchy fits much anymore. I guess it is okay to tell on that woman since she was denied parole again and ain’t likely to stab nobody else for a long time. She used to live over the hill when I was just a young sprout. She came over one day when I was working the garden and shoved me back in the pole beans. It was real nice at first but my potato digger got sore and started acting real funny.
Daddy asked me how the beans got smushed over like that. I told him that the old sow got loose in the garden. Daddy said he guessed that pigs could fly because he didn’t see any hog tracks. I was real embarrassed.
I read some women want a man to have abs. I’m not real sure what those are but think maybe I have two. I ain’t saying no more about that.
Some say that Lukey is a homebody. Okay, maybe I used to watch a lot of TV. But, I gave that up when it stopped working because they quit making tubes. My sister Petal told me to carry it down and shove it under Wilma’s double-wide because that thing is nearly sitting on the ground; you never saw a house with so many flat tires. But, I ain’t getting rid of my TV because it still gives off good heat. That helps in the winter when I ain’t got money for a milk jug of kerosene. But, don’t you worry none about keeping warm; I’ve got a quilt Grandma made out of feed sacks. It’s the quilt we wrapped daddy in when he was lassoed in the well. That didn’t hurt the quilt none because he looked real clean when we drug him out.
That’s the last quilt Grandma made before she caught her arm in the ceiling fan. When I got home that day she was going around in a circle so fast I could not understand a word she was hollering. I went down the road to find my sister Petal but she couldn’t understand her either. About midnight we had to knock Grandma down because it was hard to sleep with all her noise. She wobbled back to her bedroom muttering “idiots” over and over. Okay, maybe my sister Petal ain’t the smartest fish in the frying pan, but she don’t take rides on the ceiling fan either. Except that one time when she was leaping like a bullfrog when that snake was snapping at her. But that was like an emergency situation.
After that night, Grandma didn’t talk to us for a long time. She could act real funny like that. But that may have been caused by her change of life; it took Grandma over 40-years before she was finished changing.
How old a woman am I needing? Age don’t matter as long as you ain’t blind as a bat. Speaking of bats; I finally got rid of those smelly things that had taken over the back closet so there is plenty of room for your clothes.
I want a real pretty lady, maybe one without a moustache. And one that smells real good. I wrote a poem about that. Here goes,
City girls wear perfume,
Country girls do the same,
My girl don’t wear no perfume,
But you can smell her just the same.
My sister Petal said that was a real nice poem so I shared it at church last Christmas eve. Old maid McFee rolled her eyes the entire hour I was reciting. I don’t care; everybody knows that she was the one making those funny noises during prayer time. That’s why I skipped her when passing out candles. I was afraid she would cause a real bad explosion.
I confess that years ago I considered courting McFee because she didn’t look too bad back then. That was before I found out the whole county had been plowing her cotton patch. By the time I learned that she would churn your buttermilk for free, her name had been posted on the wall of the VD clinic along with 50 others including the entire high school checkers team. It seems they had been jumping a lot more than bottle caps.
Am I 420 friendly and how old am I? These seem to be two important questions for potential mates.
First, I ain’t angry at 420. The best I can remember, I only drove down that road one time. That was before they paved it. Back then it was just dirt and loose gravel. That was where I hit that big pot hole that caused my hood to pop up and blind me. I have always been real sorry for interrupting those nice folks supper that way.
It wouldn’t be fair to be unfriendly at a dumb road because that wreck was partly my fault. But, it was also the fault of that hornet that flew in the window and made me scoot around like that. If that had not happened those nice folks would still have a front porch to sit on. I expect they still miss that old hound dog, too. But, I was able to replace most of the chickens. I never did find a mule they liked, so I had to paint their barn instead. It looked real pretty.
Now, about my age; I’ll answer this question the best way I know. It all depends on whose doing the telling. For years, daddy tried to pass off Aunt Wendy as my mother but she didn’t want no part in that tale. Aunt Wendy said my real mother was some gypsy lady that came through these parts back in the ’30s. I think daddy had a thing for black haired women but would never admit to it. He always got a little flushed whenever she was mentioned. It seems that gypsy lady pretty well cleaned out daddy’s old store. The only thing left on the shelf was a rusty rat trap and two jugs of Clorox. Daddy said she left jugs because it wasn’t real bleach inside; it was his corn licker. Ain’t no woman going to drink that stuff because it grows hair on your chest and even in spots that should be bald. It also makes a good dog dip to keep down the fleas. But, it’s not for cats; it turns them into wild things that act real scary.
Aunt Wendy says the gypsy lady was caught and sent to the jail for more than a year. Maybe that’s when I was born. When I was older, I went down to the jailhouse before it burned down during the riot of ‘57. There were lots of names carved on the wall and I was hoping her name was there. But, I didn’t see none that I didn’t recognize; mostly cousins on daddy’s side of the family and my first-grade teacher who took up bank robbing because it was more exciting than stinky kids and head lice.
I remember when I was a tot I would get a birthday present every year, sometimes in the summer and sometimes in the winter. I was almost ten before I learned it was supposed to be the same time every year. I once looked through daddy’s old Bible to see what day they wrote down, but my name was scratched out so I couldn’t make out the date.
Best I can figure I must be around 60 or 70 years. Me and my sister Petal come from good stock, we do. Our best years are still out there somewhere.
Well, I’ve got to leave work and get home to help my sister Petal finish nailing that new baby crib together. It’s looking real pretty.
Don’t write me if the only thing you want is a romp in the pole beans. And don’t have nothing that gives me itchy fits.
I'm real excited waiting to hear from you.
Lukey
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A Dumb Country Girl in Nashville.
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Feb 16, 2010 7:43 pm
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Nashville is NOT the place for a dumb country girl from Florida to get a crash course in Snow and Ice driving. But that's exactly what happened. After being warned, advised, and pressured not to do it, I went anyway. I wasn't about to miss seeing everyone, and celebrating a one year anniversary with a Very Special person. Everything was great on the way over there Friday, but when it was time to go to John A'S for the evening festivities, Yellowduck drove my car across the street. He noticed something wrong somewhere in the rear of the car. When I drove back to the hotel I felt it too. Next morning it seemed even worse, and we took it to a repair shop. While we were eating 'Brunch', they called and said the problem was ball joints on the front. They said it was very dangerous, and a wheel might come off at anytime, so I told them to go ahead with the repair. When I told Duck what was said, he told me that they were wrong, and we might should take it some where else. But, I said "No" my Son had told me they were starting to show wear about two months ago. When I picked it up that afternoon It drove ok. But when we started out again that night, it did the same thing. I had to wait till Monday morning to take it back. By then there was Snow and Ice everywhere. I have never seen snow much less driven in it. People in Nashville drive crazy. My windshield wipers weren't doing a good job, so I decided to squirt them with washer fluid. Another mistake..LOL Then all I could do was keep my eye on the "Ducks" tail, and hope for the best. Duck went with the mechanic to test drive it and guess what, it hardly did it at all. On the way back to the Hotel I had a thought. It was at it's worse after it sat for a while, so I called them and told them. Shoney's Restaurant has just been remodeled, and Yellowduck had gotten an invitation for all of us to be their guests for lunch. There was supposed to be eight of us, but everyone had left on Sunday but Mr & Ms Joe, Duck, and me. Mr & Ms Joe didn't want to come out in the snow, so they just stayed in and Cuddled all day...LOL Duck and me ate then headed for for Murfreesboro to spend the night at Shay's. I cooked Tortilla Soup and we played Mexican Train Domino's. They gave me pointers and warnings on how to drive till I was ready to drive on anything just to get away from them...LOL... Just kidding, they are the Sister and Brother of my Heart and the Best Friends I've ever had.
End of the story is they found the problem in my rear end (OOPS...LO , just like Duck had said. They fixed it and I'm finally back in 'Nawth Mizsippy',a lot closer to the poor house than I was before...And FACEBOOK said I was 94% Lucky today, Go figure...
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"If I can't own you, I will distroy you," or "If I can't have you , nobody can".
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Jan 26, 2010 8:53 am
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As we all know humans are not monogamous. Some are for a period of time, but it would be very hard to find someone who had only one sex partner their entire life. I understand some birds are, but that's another story. I got to wondering recently why people act as they do after a break-up. Whether it was long, or short term doesn't matter. Everyone would prefer to be the 'Dumper' rather than the 'Dumpee', again that is human nature.
When I left my Husband I suppose it made him feel like the Dumpee. And rather than looking at it realistically, he chose to be defensive. Instead of trying to be Friends for the sake of our children and grandchildren, he became more and more angry. I truely believe he has told himself lies about how happy we were, before I went crazy, that he really believes them. And how badly he was treated. A lie told enough times becomes the truth in some peoples minds. He degraded me to my children and friends, some believed his lies. He seems hell bent on having everyone take sides (his).
In my opinon, in every relationship one will have more invested than the other, and that makes them vulnerable. I'm not sure which one of us was that person, but the marriage was over long before I left. No matter, that doesn't give anyone the right to attack the character of the other.
Thank God he doesn't use the Internet, or everyone would know what a lieing, cheating, worthless person I really am. I see people on the 'net doing that very thing all the time. Some even distroy property belonging to the other....LOL
Actually, not so funny, that happened to me too. Others just keep on and on about their hurt feelings. It's hard to forgive harsh and hateful things said. Do people really believe that someone will come back to them after they have said and done so many hurtful things? If you are in this kind of relationship, think about it. What do you really want?
I know what my EX wants. If he can't own me, he will distroy me. He's not the first person to act this way, and he won't be the last.
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New Years Resolution
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Dec 29, 2009 7:00 am
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It's that time again Kids. I want to read all your plans for the new year. I'm working on mine...LOL
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I'm a Bisacksual....
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Dec 23, 2009 8:56 am
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Got your attention didn't I...LOL
I got this in an E-mail from a friend, thought y'all would enjoy it...
STORY OF A CHALLENGED SENIOR -
At a certain age, everyone will understand this poor guy...
I thought about the 30 year business I ran with 1800 employees, all without a Blackberry that played music, took videos, pictures and communicated with Facebook and Twitter.
I signed up under duress for Twitter and Facebook, so my seven kids, their spouses, 13 grandkids and 2 great grand kids could communicate with me in the modern way. I figured I could handle something as simple as Twitter with only 140 characters of space.
That was before one of my grandkids hooked me up for Tweeter, Tweetree, Twhirl, Twitterfon, Tweetie and Twittererific Tweetdeck, Twitpix and something that sends every message to my cell phone and every other program within the texting world.
My phone was beeping every three minutes with the details of everything except the bowel movements of the entire next generation. I am not ready to live like this. I keep my cell phone in the garage in my golf bag.
The kids bought me a GPS for my last birthday because they say I get lost every now and then going over to the grocery store or library. I keep that in a box under my tool bench with the Blue tooth [it's red] phone I am supposed to use when I drive. I wore it once and was standing in line at Barnes and Noble talking to my wife as everyone in the nearest 50 yards was glaring at me. Seems I have to take my hearing aid out to use it and I got a little loud.
I mean the GPS looked pretty smart on my dash board, but the lady inside was the most annoying, rudest person I had run into in a long time. Every 10 minutes, she would sarcastically say, "Re-calc-ul-ating" You would think that she could be nicer. It was like she could barely tolerate me. She would let go with a deep sigh and then tell me to make a U-turn at the next light. Then when I would make a right turn instead, it was not good.
When I get really lost now, I call my wife and tell her the name of the cross streets and while she is starting to develop the same tone as Gypsy, the GPS lady, at least she loves me.
To be perfectly frank, I am still trying to learn how to use the cordless phones in our house. We have had them for 4 years, but I still haven't figured out how I can lose three phones all at once and have run around digging under chair cushions and checking bathrooms and the dirty laundry baskets when the phone rings. (sounds familiar, please let it keep ringing until I find it. . . don't laugh, I am serious)
The world is just getting too complex for me. They even mess me up every time I go to the grocery store. You would think they could settle on something themselves but this sudden "Paper or Plastic?" every time I check out just knocks me for a loop.
I bought some of those cloth reusable bags to avoid looking confused but I never remember to take them in with me.
Now I toss it back to them. When they ask me, "Paper or Plastic?" I just say, "Doesn't matter to me. I am bi-sacksual.." Then it's their turn to stare at me with a blank look.
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A repost and Update on last years Christmas wishes
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Dec 17, 2009 8:01 pm
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Last year I wrote this blog, and I would like to tell how Good Santa was to me.
My Christmas List........ Dec 8, 2008 2:54 pm
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Since others are making Christmas list for good ole Santa, thought I would make one too...
1. New carpet, and someone to install it. Age or gender doesn't
matter.
Well I still have the same Carpet, but I have a "Little Green Machine" and I try to clean it before it gets really bad.
2. More jobs in the coming year, so I can quit my 40 hr. per week job.
Did less jobs (Stripping and Waxing floors) but I no longer work 40 hrs a week, I got Fired.
3. Money enough to pay my house off this year.
Paid my house off this month...YeeeeeHaaaaaw
4. Time to spend with my Friends (especially want to go to Nashville bash).
I went to Nashville twice, and to St Pete for a week,on a road trip to Atlanta, and to Albuquerque, and two trips to Tupelo Ms..(Realized carpet wasn't that important)
5. A nice fairly new gas saving car, that I like and feel safe in, that I can afford without a strain on the budget.
Still have the same car, But I paid it off, and only needed one repair all year.
6. Affordable Medical insurance would be nice.
I don't have Insurance.
7. Good health would be even better (as long as we are wishing).
No better no worse, but I only went to the doctor a few times, and the Hospital not at all.
8. Another year without any major appliances breaking down.
Nothing broke, and I got a new washer dryer.
9. A miracle weight loss plan.
Gained about 40 lbs...UGH!
10. Last but not least Santa, encourage that handsome man here in SFF'S to write me. From what I know of him at this point, I think he is a fabulous man. Even though my first impression was that he is to Handsome for me. Friends or more, I would really like to get to know him better.
I have no idea who I was talking about. I think maybe I just wrote this part to make it an even 10...LOL
So you see I did pretty well in 2009....
Thank You Santa, I don't think I'll make a list this year, but I'll ask for just one thing.
1. Make it possible for me to go to more SFF Bashes, and meet more of the Friends I've made here.
I Love my Life....
Barbara
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An apology to michiannared (and others)
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Nov 14, 2009 5:18 am
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I signed in this morning to find another comment on my blog on the 9th. Due to misunderstandings the whole thing has been twisted, as you know. We were all quite compatible all during the Bash, and left wishing each other well, until the next time we could be together.
Looking at the comments, most of them were repeaters, the same people over and over again, keeping things stirred up. I must admit that when I'm attacked I lash back. Actually that was the reason I wrote the blog in the beginning. I didn't want sff people to think that I would 'accost' anyone, (and she said she was Pissed). One comment suggested that perhaps there was a language/culture barrier that made her say the word accosted. I agreed, but wondered why she didn't comment and explain, since I gave her the opportunity.
As you know Red there was no fighting, arguing, jealousy, promiscuity, drunkenness, vulgarity, or anything that we need to be ashamed of. True we drank some, we partied a lot, some teased and flirted. But it was all in fun. No one was offended that I'm aware of. One set of roommates had a disagreement, but it would have gone nowhere if it hadn't hit the blogs. Does anyone even realize who wrote the first entry, I do?
It was a wonderful Bash, and as usual you did a wonderful job in the planning. I was glad you let some of us help with the work so you didn't have to do everything.
Lets not let the people who weren't there, and know nothing about the great time we had, tarnish it for us.
Looking forward to the next one....
And I am Sorry if my Blog caused you any distress, it was never meant to.
Your Friend,
CountryGirl1945
Barbara
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Another St Pete Blog
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Nov 9, 2009 8:53 pm
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If anyone hears that Shay was Naughty, believe it...
If you hear anything about me maybe getting a little Naughty, SHAY made me do it.
And of course cjc did too.
Karin made me drink a Bloody Mary..
Meme made me some Pineapple and coconut punch, and forced me to drink it...
Belle made me run out on the beach one night...
Honestinjun kept wearing that cologne that draws me to his neck, where I tried to stay....
Weeks before the bash sirgets told me he wouldn't be doing much dancing, so I said I would just have to give him a lap dance. I was told that I had to do it, or I would be called names like "chicken".
Joygirl was the one spot of sanity in our room....
Now you know the rest of the story...
P.S. Our Friend Yellowduck is one Brave man for staying in the room with the four of us...
Duckie Duckie he's our man if he can't do it no one can....
Three cheers for the Duck...
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What happens in Vegas/St . Pete, stays in Vegas/St . Pete
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Nov 9, 2009 12:33 pm
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webster's collegiate dictionary; Accosted, To speak in a challenging or aggressive way.
Quoting 'RosieRosieRosie123';
Countrygirl accosted me in front of Over and Missioncontrol before I left the hotel asking me kindly not to blog anything about them. She said they don't want people to know they were having a good time, and whatever happened in St.Pete remains in St Pete.
Rosie My Darling, If you think I accosted you, that's fine. I have been known to speak aggressively at times, so in no way am I trying to defend myself Darling. After all My Sweet Sweet Darling, I really don't care if 'Rosie is Pissed off'. But if you are going to put my name in a blog, quote me exactly My Darling. What I said was "Remember what happens in St Pete stays in St Pete". And, "Don't write any blogs that make us look bad". That was after we hugged goodbye, My Darling Girl. We say the same thing at every Bash. You should know My Darling that it started with 'Whatever happens in VEGAS, stays in Vegas'.
My Darling girl, there are people who would like nothing better than to get a tidbit of information that they could blow-up into something UGLY, to under-mind the Bash. Especially St Pete.
I can only speak for myself My Darling, but I was grateful that you stayed in your room as much as you did. IF you were ill Dear Darling, you didn't need to spread your Germs to the rest of us. When you did come out My Darling, which was usually just in time to set up a breakfast/lunch/dinner date, I would hear mumbles of "Uh Oh, here comes Rosie". I've seen women do that at Bashes before My Darling, but they seemed to find time to make friends with the women too. Now My Darling I'm not saying that this is bad behavior, on the contrary, you go GF. I, like Karin, was the recipient of 'Over's' generosity last year when he was wining and dining my Roommate. I can say without a doubt, My Darling, that you made an impression where-ever you went, especially with the men. Now, My Darling, Just how many did you ask to marry you? I can't remember the exact wording, but one told us that he would take you on a 'Honeymoon', and marry you later (maybe ?)Mum's the word.... To your credit, My Darling you did refuse him saying "Not without that piece of paper, and a Ring on my finger". Good Girl...
I'm sure you know My Darling, that personalities will clash at times. That's no reason to start another "War" in our beautiful Blog-land. It's just childish My Darling, don't you agree?
So Please stop your 'Pity Party' and lets move-on, shall we Darling?
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