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This is just me... I am VERY PATRIOTIC, blunt, outspoken, honest.. and I have a morbidly, wicked, warped, and perverted sense of humor.
My ALL time favorite thing is.. a nice ass in a pair of Carhartts  ...
You also have the
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THE FINAL INSPECTION
The soldier stood and faced God,
Which must always come to pass.
He hoped his shoes were shining,
Just as brightly as his brass.
"Step forward now, you soldier,
How shall I deal with you ?
Have you always turned the other cheek ?
To My Church have you been true?"
The soldier squared his shoulders and said,
"No, Lord, I guess I ain't.
Because those of us who carry guns,
Can't always be a saint.
I've had to work most Sundays,
And at times my talk was tough.
And sometimes I've been violent,
Because the world is awfully rough.
But, I never took a penny,
That wasn't mine to keep...
Though I worked a lot of overtime,
When the bills got just too steep.
And I never passed a cry for help,
Though at times I shook with fear.
And sometimes, God, forgive me,
I've wept unmanly tears.
I know I don't deserve a place,
Among the people here.
They never wanted me around,
Except to calm their fears.
If you've a place for me here, Lord,
It needn't be so grand.
I never expected or had too much,
But if you don't, I'll understand.
There was a silence all around the throne,
Where the saints had often trod.
As the soldier waited quietly,
For the judgment of his God.
"Step forward now, you soldier,
You've borne your burdens well.
Walk peacefully on Heaven's streets,
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Posted:Oct 3, 2008 10:51 am
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If you ever wanted to do ANYTHING for a fallen soldiers family this is it. Please research this wonderful lady and check out what she is doing. Please have a box of tissues ready.
Even if you personaly don't know of one, please help by donating.
This site was sent to me by Tires as he knows my feelings toward our forces. Damn, am crying thinking about it again.
Thanks J. Frby
In the last wk, we have lost 3 more men out of Ft. Wainwright..I am so tired of crying..
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Posted:Apr 22, 2009 9:39 am
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No one falls in love by choice, it is by CHANCE.
No one stays in love by chance, it is by WORK.
And no one falls out of love by chance, it is by CHOICE
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Posted:Mar 6, 2012 9:42 pm
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IT'S WHAT YOU SCATTER
I was at the corner grocery store buying some early potatoes... I noticed a small boy, delicate of bone and feature, ragged but clean, hungrily apprising a basket of freshly picked green peas.
I paid for my potatoes but was also drawn to the display of fresh green peas. I am a pushover for creamed peas and new potatoes.
Pondering the peas, I couldn't help overhearing the conversation between Mr. Miller (the store owner) and the ragged boy next to me.
'Hello Barry, how are you today?'
'H'lo, Mr. Miller. Fine, thank ya. Jus' admirin' them peas. They sure look good.'
'They are good, Barry. How's your Ma?'
'Fine. Gittin' stronger alla' time.'
'Good. Anything I can help you with?'
'No, Sir. Jus' admirin' them peas.''Would you like to take some home?' asked Mr. Miller.
'No, Sir. Got nuthin' to pay for 'em with.'
'Well, what have you to trade me for some of thosepeas?'
'All I got's my prize marble here.'
'Is that right? Let me see it', said Miller.
'Here 'tis. She's a dandy.'
'I can see that. Hmm mmm, only thing is this one is blue and I sort of go for red. Do you have a red one like this at home?' the store owner asked.
'Not zackley but almost.'
'Tell you what. Take this sack of peas home with you and next trip this way let me look at that red marble'. Mr. Miller told the boy.
'Sure will. Thanks Mr. Miller.'
Mrs. Miller, who had been standing nearby, came over to help me.
With a smile she said, 'There are two other boys like him in our community, all three are in very poor circumstances. Jim just loves to bargain with them for peas, apples, tomatoes, or whatever.
When they come back with their redmarbles, and they always do, he decides he doesn't like red after all and he sends them home with a bag of produce for a green marble or an orange one, when they come on their next trip to the store.'
I left the store smiling to myself, impressed with this man. A short time later I moved to Colorado , but I never forgot the story of this man, the boys, and their bartering for marbles.
Several years went by, each more rapid than the previous one. Just recently I had occasion to visit some old friends in that Idaho community and while I was there learned that Mr. Miller had died.
They were having his visitation that evening and knowing my friends wanted to go, I agreed to accompany them. Upon arrival at the mortuary we fell into line to meet the relatives of the deceased and to offer whatever words of comfort we could.
Ahead of us in line were three young men. One was in an army uniform and the other two wore nice haircuts, dark suits and white shirts...all very professional looking. They approached Mrs. Miller, standing composed and smiling by her husband's casket.
Each of the young men hugged her, kissed her on the cheek, spoke briefly with her and movedon to the casket. Her misty light blue eyes followed them as, one by one; each young man stopped briefly and placed his own warm hand over the cold pale hand in the casket. Each left the mortuary awkwardly, wiping his eyes.
Our turn came to meet Mrs. Miller. I told her who I was and reminded her of the story from those many years ago and what she had told me about her husband's bartering for marbles. With her eyes glistening, she took my hand and led me to the casket.
'Those three young men who just left were the boys I told you about.
They just told me how they appreciated the things Jim 'traded' them. Now, at last, when Jim could not change his mind about color or size.....they came to pay their debt.'
'We've never had a great deal of the wealth of this world,' she confided, 'but right now, Jim would consider himself the richest man in Idaho ..'
With loving gentleness she lifted the lifeless fingers of her deceased husband... Resting underneath were three exquisitely shined red marbles.
The Moral:
We will not be remembered by our words, but by our kind deeds. Life is not measured by the breaths we take, but by the moments that take our breath.
Today I wish you a day of ordinary miracles ~ A fresh pot of coffee you didn't make yourself...
An unexpected phone call from an old friend.... Green stoplights on your way to work....
The fastest line at the grocery store....
A good sing-along song on the radio...
Your keys found right where you left them.
Send this to the people you'll never forget. I just did...
If you don't send it to anyone, it means you are in way too much of a hurry to even notice the ordinary miracles when they occur.
IT'S NOT WHAT YOU GATHER, BUT WHAT YOU SCATTER THAT TELLS WHAT KIND OF LIFE YOU HAVE LIVED!
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Posted:Feb 16, 2012 2:27 am
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too cute!
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Posted:Feb 15, 2012 1:59 pm
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Poor guy!!
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Posted:Feb 15, 2012 9:28 am
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Well, I for one am glad the national rat race of 'ohmyGodIfuckingforgottogetflowerscandycard" day is over. Maybe know I will be able to breath for a few weeks. I am have been sucking down suda-fed...Bring on Easter and Mothers Day...but loving flowers like I do, knowing how big of a retard over them I am, my nose will be planted into them sniffing, further then a bees ass...and not breathing for weeks afterwards. Nose will be running like an IV drip!!! Oh Yeahhh....
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Posted:Feb 13, 2012 6:43 am
Last Updated:Feb 23, 2012 10:12 pm
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There should be a law for women against nature... no wrinkles, acne, hot flashes and hair growth at the same damn stage in life!!! Kinda sucks when you wash face, apply acne care, cover zit, apply wrinkle cream, get make-up just so, go out, have a hot flash, sweat and all your hard work slides down !!!! On this note, I need to wax my mustache and beard tonight!!!
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Pity???
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Posted:Feb 12, 2012 6:57 am
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I was called a cold, uncaring and unfeeling person the other day by someone who overheard a conversation I was having with a friend. This friend has lost a . Two yrs ago in an accident in MT that claimed 5 . She told me I should have pitied my friend for her loss. I just looked at her and walked away. My friend does not require my pity. Just my love and understanding when she has a bad day. My friend deserves my time, my love and my undivided attention when she wants to talk of her . I give this to her, NOT pity. I know she loves her dearly to this day, I know she still wonders the WHYs. But also having known her , she has gone on with life.
She is not the only one at work who has loss that I am friends with. Another friend lost her at birth. I cried with her when she showed me her picture. I cried for her and her family when I heard the news. I cry for her still, but not pity.
No one can tell her why. I grieve with her. I don't pity her. She has known love also and loss. This is life. Its not easy. I pity those who have yet to be touched by it.
Another is going through breast cancer. I bluntly ask her how she is doing, her treatments..she wants to be heard, listened to, understood. NOT pitied because she is ill. She is after all of us to get our 'boobie checks' and not wait as she did. I have mine scheduled for this Friday.
I do not pity them for having the strength to move on and live life now changed. I give them my love, friendship, support and understanding.
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Where are they??
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Posted:Feb 11, 2012 1:46 pm
Last Updated:Feb 13, 2012 9:43 pm
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Does anyone know where some of the older blogers have gone. MyHunyz for one I miss, Glimmerman is another, Cru... I have found SandraD and Ninner again, but I would like to reconnect with some of the others to.
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Posted:Feb 10, 2012 11:47 pm
Last Updated:Feb 13, 2012 9:43 pm
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MY sense of humor, for those who actually know me, tends to be past the ribald stage. I frequently get into trouble. I cannot tell you how many times my bosses have told me to behave I remember having to sign a sexual harassment policy at a job and the boss told me I could no longer talk...wth
With the job I have now, I have a young man as my asst manager who is WAY younger then us all,(he isn't old enough to drink yet!!) but OHHHHH soo fun to tease!! He no longer blushes as horribly as at first. I think when whenever he gets married, his wife will thank us as he now has a clue to all the 'female' issues!!
Anyways, he became the brunt of a pickle joke yesterday at work..... and me being the kind, caring, considerate, team player, friendly and outgoing person that I am... I bought him a pre packaged single pickle and left it on his desk It was called "Big Pappa" the portly pickle.. HOW could I pass that up???
Now, my night didn't just consist of just teasing 'pickles', I was wound up like the proverbial cork screw... I was ready to be sprung!! Just about anything and everything set me to laughing,...and with my brain digging tunnels in the muck....no one was safe..I just told the girls I had changed my batteries and the power surge got me.. they have decided that the next time I am a bitch at work, they will no longer say anything to me, they will just leave batteries at my station... I told them I will accept all, and know my mood has been foul if I walk in and see a 'lantern' battery!!! But kinda hinted that I wanted the generator we have on sale!! Hey, girl has to think ahead right???
Ohh, I did leave a D battery next to the packaged pickle with gator clips Our big boss about pissed!!!
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Posted:Feb 9, 2012 11:13 am
Last Updated:Dec 20, 2012 2:14 pm
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LOL, I see lots of things have not changed around here..including the operational glitches...lol This is my 4th attempt at posting as they just disappear!
As for the drama and BS, I see it is still in full force. My local stalker has made his presence known to me here again. Not that I haven't felt it where I work, but security is aware..he has gone back on the iggy list as I don't know how he came off.
I have not made anytime lately for anything but work and home. I had, but kicked him out. I wish him, his bottle, his lies and her well I am back down to 1 job again. I went back into retail full time and accepted a management post. I greatly enjoy it. I am a fanatical people watcher and get my fill We don't get quite the 'walmartian' quality but we do have our own brand!!I enjoy the youngsters too, as they say whatever they please!!
Ohhhh, and the 'eye candy' lately has been to 'climb' for..as I am short!! I am needing to resupply my locker with panty liners again.....
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Posted:Feb 6, 2012 11:48 pm
Last Updated:Mar 9, 2012 2:00 pm
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Well hell, it has been over 2 yrs. Where has the time gone?? Is still me, nothing new but for a few lessons learned. AGAIN!! One day I WILL pass history class. You'd think I have been sleeping through it.. know i did take of my colored glasses.
Anyways, just a hello and I will be posting again.
Frby
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Posted:Nov 6, 2009 10:07 pm
Last Updated:Feb 6, 2012 11:42 pm
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I will seek and find you.
I shall take you to bed and have my way with you.
I will make you ache, shake & sweat until you moan & groan.
I will make you beg for mercy, beg for me to stop.
I will exhaust you to the point that you will be relieved when I'm finished with you.
And, when I am finished, you will be weak for days.
All my love,
The Flu
Now get your mind out of the gutter and go get your flu shot!
New ending to an old fairy tale....Big Bad Wolf.
Wolf " I will huff and I will puff. I will blow your house down."
Little Pig " Fuck off or I will sneeze on you."
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