To whom do i pray?
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Posted:Oct 4, 2007 12:29 am
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Just wanted to slip in a quick post asking for the group to tell me their version of their higher power?..what or who do you turn to when you give over your tribulations and issues that you cannot handle on your own? who or what do you look to for comfort and guidance as you seek out coping alternatives that do not include chemicals or alcohol or self abuse?..just wondering.....
i was raised with religion being crammed down my throat and hypocrisy running rampant in those i saw that supposedly were in the service of god.....i need to develop a relationship with something, someone or some....what..... to take me to the places i need to go from here....how do i develop a relationship with an entity that i am not sure i believe in......? anyone?
so .....who is your god?
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Someone's gotta know.........
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Posted:Aug 9, 2007 7:46 am
Last Updated:Aug 23, 2013 1:30 pm
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Just for the record...its not that I can't stand the flamers....really, I think everybody ought to claim 10 of them.....you know, all for one and one for all kind of stuff, we all gotta do our part......but the intensely "flambouyant" pickle smokers, complete with overt affectations, of the distinctly efeminite (sp?) and exxagerated nancy boy mannerisms, ought to come with not only an oh so chic homo placard,in case of accident or emergency, but a graphic illustration, like the ones on highway signs and what not, of just how deep they are willing to receive an external bio probe, so that in their every interaction with other, sighted people, they will constantly and clearly represent what I like to call the fag faction, and be dealt with accordingly.....not that there is anything wrong with that........truth in advertising should be expanded to include candor in categorizing. I don't know about you, but I am drafting a letter as soon as I'm done here, to the gay government guys going to washington on a phallus finding mission before november's election.I am certain that with plenty of public exposure, many new voters will be able to "really get behind" this long overdue policy progression and give it everything they got.
what say you america?
I am also working on the same idea but for the visually impaired, a scratch and sniff and inform campaign that will assist in triaging the fairy sex.
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the long, long journey
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Posted:Jun 4, 2007 5:29 pm
Last Updated:Aug 23, 2013 1:30 pm
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Date: June 3, 2007
location: Portland, Oregon
car 1112 of the coast starlight Amtrak
As we pull out of the Union station in Portland, Oregon, I am reclining in my seat listening to Prince' "1999"...LOUD!! Apparently, car 12 is the car that they assign seats to all the and their fat mothers...wait a minute......HEY!! The best part of my seat assignment is the 3 year old sitting, or kind of sitting, in the seat directly in front of mine. I don't think the little chatterbox has stopped babbling since I sat down here. From now until his stop in Eugene, I shall refer to him as "Brook". Who said Kharma doesn't work?
I had this really great seat in car 11 when we left Vancouver, but the man in the train outfit, a mini conductor or something, told me I had to move to car 12 because of my destination. Homo. I was not thrilled, I can tell you that. Regardless....trip log..right...Provisions are as follows:
• 1 ea spiral notebook. complete with old dominoes score sheets and misc. illegible notes, numbers etc.
• 1 ea goose down pillow. a must have for trips of any duration.
• 1 ea cotton lap blanket. big enough to cover all my parts in the event of sleep induced immodesty.
• 2 ea disposable train pillows. necessary to fill in any gaps to make sleeping tolerable, hell...POSSIBLE!
• 1 ea MP3 player w/headphones. MANDATORY when assigned to car 12, heretofore known as hellcar.
Side note: Tribe of fat running past my seat jumping and screaming and falling down. Sigh. Only 12 more hours to go.
continuing with provision list.....
• 1 ea crossword puzzle book, paperback dime store novel, hardcover Alan Alda book (I'm not sure why either)
• 1 bag candy, including...box dots, tropical flavor, already half gone
• 1 ea tootsie roll, full size
• 1 pkg reg. flavor starburst
• 1 bag jumbo redvines
• 1 ea mini ice chest containing: 2 sodas, tunasalad, 2 pcs bbq chicken, 3 PBJ's on hamburger buns, small piece sharp cheddar, sleeve saltine crackers, ice pack.
Misc other items including:
• 30 dollars cash (Woooo Hoooo!!)
• Tylenol PM (self explanatory) I mean, it IS a 17 hour ride......
• Ibuprofen (in the event the Tylenol Pm doesnt work)
• cup with lid (have not had chance to beg ice from diner car dude yet, wish me luck)
• 1 ea digital camera
• 4 ea cup a noodles ramen
• earplugs and eyeshade
Side note: Conductor clerk guy, will call him semi-conductor from now on, came by to check ticket, and I lodged complaint about this being the car. He replied, with a look of total understanding and complete exasperation,......"No m'aam. they are ALL OVER THE TRAIN....."...I feel his pain....really I do. Its now 2:53 pm and the dots are already mostly gone. I miss them already.
Time: 5:27 pm
Location: Eugene
Provisions: minus 3 PBJ's
minus rest of box of dots
opened bag of red vines
minus $1.75 for soda in cafe car
Sitting in Eugene. Brook and his mother, Shamu, offloaded successfully. Ahhhh, finally some quiet. Small mexican eyeballing my open bag of redvines as he skulked by with his mother in tow. No way . Not these, not now. Took a little nap or tried to. Man, these seats are U N C O M F O R T A B L E. Red vines are good tho. Dropped a buck seventy five in the snack bar car on a sierra mist. I didn't want the caffeine of the sodas I had brought to work against the tylenol pm already on board. Participated in, or should I say, INSTIGATED, some smack talking or bashing, if you will, in the snack bar. Just me and the clerk talking trash like it was garbage night. The ride is beautiful, I see now that I am awake again. It would appear the train at this time, is almost on schedule- maybe 20 minutes late. so noted. Spilled sierra mist on this paper, so I have had to go ahead to a dry sheet. There really are a lot of on this train. Is it a rule that you can only take your on the train if you are A: inattentive or B: on drugs or C: both and providing that the ankle biters are ill mannered, uncontrolled and hyperactive? I think it must be.
I have been talking to one of the conductor type people...a semi. i guess. I think he told me to move to car twelve so he would have someone to talk to. He sees me writing and tells me he's going to show me his diary..lol...as if....
Settling into evening now, its quiet and peaceful here. JUST right now. It changes everytime a herd of tramples on their way to foodtown, a couple cars back. When I was talking to the dining car guy, hi sighed and said, "its the season". He was telling me stories of the flocks of little devils that come into his lair and touch everything and ask a ton of questions and how it seemed like the parents, unlike the themselves, had a "hands off" policy of rearing. The rug rats, as we all know, are strictly HANDS ON. EVERYTHING.
Time: nearly 7 pm now
Location: forested area, unsure of town between Eugene and Chemult
My semi conductor (utility clerk, I'm told is his title) has a name. His name is Leonard. He has been with Amtrak for just over a year. He is a retiree from Nestle corporation where he was employed as a para-legal for over 40 years. I thinks he's Filipino, but not sure of ethnicity. He is definitely Asian or Polynesian. He's very friendly and chatty and when I'm in my sixties, I only hope I can be the sort that could ride the rails talking to people and seeing the country. He seems to be one of those people who genuinely likes folks and is interested in much more than just his own life and daily routine. He showed me his diary, finally, and it was a brief little account of the things that he considered noteworthy on the day they happened, and his daily blood pressure readings upon rising. He is a sweet, old charming man, and Amtrak is lucky to have him as one of their representatives. As for me.....I have been eating up the miles since I left Lee 6 hours ago ....LITERALLY, so full now....in tunnel....time to nap again.....
Time: 7:30 am Monday June 4
Location: Sacramento, CA
Provisions: only have chicken, cheese and starburst left
Spent a fitful night sleeping, or trying to, on the train. Now I use the term sleeping lightly. I was sleeping, in that my eyes were mostly closed, and I was in a fetal position imitating the repose position. Most of the night was spent tossing and turning and changing positions on the double seat to get comfortable enough to sleep. Just pulling out of Sacramento station now. There are many embankement, tunnel and storm drain campsites littering my view from the observation window. I guess Lee and I are lucky to have what we have. I notice the views from Washington and Oregon are much cleaner than those of California.
I have met some interesting people while on board this train. There was this young couple who boarded in Klamath Falls with a very young baby about 11 pm last night. The baby slept quietly throughout the night. This morning, I was talking to the young man, the baby's daddy. He was the one holding and feeding the infant all night long. He was obviously enamoured with his , and it was a truly sweet experience to witness. His girlfriend moved to the seat pair in front of me, the ones vacated when damien and mother disembarked in Eugene, and slept soundly all night long. He said they were originally from Galt and they were traveling to Sacramento to see family and friends and to get married. He was 19 years old. Only one year older than Adam, already with a and the responsibility of being head of household with a small family. Until that moment, I had not even thought about how close in age that was to my own and how lucky I am that I am not a grandmother and mother in law. WHEW>>>>>>>
He was dressed in the style that is popular with younger today, ie: oversize sunglasses, slung low pants with boxers showing, facial hair like so many others, so I sort of expected him to be a bit of a punk. I was pleasantly surprised by how respectful he was and by how much he loved his baby and his baby's momma. He left me with a good impression and I have high hopes that his life with his young family is a good and prosperous one.
Ten minutes until I am due to arrive at my destination so I must get my things together and prepare to disembark. This has been an interesting and educational journey for me and I am glad that I was able to make it.
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Note the silence.............it's only temporary
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Posted:Feb 24, 2007 5:47 am
Last Updated:Aug 23, 2013 1:32 pm
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Do I look like a man? Wait, don't answer that. There are times, I'm sure, that I do, lol, but really, I'm all woman.
I was recently suspended from FriendFinder-x for reasons unbeknownst to myself at the time and referred to customer service. It took me a few days to call and inquire as to the reason of my suspension, but when I did, the helpful customer service agent Pierre, told me that this was a woman's account. Duh. Furthermore, since I was not a woman, he could not assist me, thank you goodbye. click. Pierre had done, for a minute or two, what few can do. He rendered me speechless. If you want details on the outcome of this and all furthers correspondence, tell me, and I will recount the event. Its pretty funny, actually. the point I was taking so long to make, was that I was temporarilly without a voice.
There was a funny bit about the Debeers diamond campaign a while back. Their catch phrase was "Diamonds....render her speechless....." As Ron White commented, it was more like ..."that will shut her up..."
What would it take to render you speechless? Can you recall a recent or not so recent person place or thing that has done just that ?
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The pre-apology card....priceless
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Posted:Nov 28, 2006 3:52 pm
Last Updated:Aug 23, 2013 1:37 pm
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So there I was, half paying attention in the norcal chat room, talking to the man of metal and reading my mail.....and I see this woman in chat, who I've noticed has recently come on the scene, and I see the hoopla from the males in the room, salivating and stumbling over themselves trying to get her attention, so I look at her profile. Now those of you who have been around here for a while know about the bots, hookers and wanna bes that populate the chat rooms, and from her profile that I only glanced at, I made the assumption she was among the aforementioned...Since I was making my mental to do list for the day (nevermind that it was 2:30 in the afternoon, and I had been up for a whole hour and a half already) I posted a comment in chat to the tune of, "I think I have better things to do than sit here and watch people comment on the color of skin of a vietnamese ." The comment was not made to hurt, harass or in any other way degrade another (alleged) human being, just my way of saying hey folks, consider this option if you will while I get back to my regularly scheduled life. Boy howdy. Apparently my post was perceived as a racist derogatory slur and I was the worst type of person ever in the world. I was called, know it all sexual intellectual, white trash, bitch in SEVERAL different forms and meth smoking trash talker jizz guzzling gutterslut.
I watched, or lurked if you want to split hairs.., as the situation in chat seemed to escalate and inflame. I jumped in, making my apologies and excuses , chatted shallowly to a few of my acquaintances and then beat feet out the door....
Now if you know me, you know I am the sort that says what other people only think, never vocalize out loud. its sorta my thing....lol. I live to shock and instigate, and in all ways, inspire a reaction. So I frequently have to apologize...A LOT..I used to joke that I always give out a card, like a business card,to people when I first meet them, a pre apology card. It says, "Nice to meet you, please accept this pre apology for anything that I will say or do in the future that you will want me to apologize for. Remember that its not personal, its just me. Thanks for stopping by.This has been a public service announcement" or something to that effect.
Have you ever said or done anything while trying to be funny that you wish you hadn't? Do you find yourself constantly apologizing for unintentionally offending huge throngs of people in a single bound..? me either, but I would love to hear of your experiences and incidents of hoof in mouth.....
regale me........
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In the beginning, there was Adam......
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Posted:Sep 13, 2006 5:53 am
Last Updated:Jul 24, 2007 8:07 am
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t's funny how many blogs I read simply in my quest to read my boyfriends writings....But it has led me to read some very moving pieces.This was a response to one of those....
I am a retired fire captain and single mother of one, truly exceptional, teenage . I was going through an intensely painful divorce and working out of town at a new fire dept. in the vacation relief slot. One day a week, I worked at the headquarters station under the supervision of a certain married captain. What started out as a friendship between peers colleagues blossomed into a full blown, illicit affair. No worries about pregnancy though, as I was on the pill. 3 months after conception, I became aware of my pregnancy. You may say, how could I not know I was pregnant for 3 months? Trust me, I didnt have any idea...i mean, how would I know? I was in excellent physical condition, working out like a madman and partying my ass off on every set of days off. Having an irregular mentsrual cycle was second nature to me. When I discovered the new life growing like a tomato inside of me, I immediately made an appointment with the local planned parenthood office to terminate the pregnancy..I was not the ideal candidate for motherhood in my current situation, nor was the father.
LOng story not as long as, trust me, it could be, I ended up on the day of the appointment making the decision to keep my baby...I was making a good salary, and worked every day to save the lives of other peoples , I just couldnt deny the life of my own . I put my faith in whatever higher power was listening, be it god, the universe, whatever ....that I was making the right decision and that it would all work out. As I had been unaware of the pregnancy for the first 3 months, and had been partying pretty heavily, and I'm not talking about just drinking, I was concerned that I may have inadavertantly harmed the unborn .
The day my was born was surreal, to say the least. I was at the hospital with my support network, close friends and family, and was scheduled for a cesarean section due to issues with the pregnancy. The father was there, as was his wife and 2 daughters, to welcome to the world, their new baby half brother. Man, I really should write a book, this could go on forever....lol Let me sum up.
My was born, healthy, save for some jitteryness and jaundice and other such J words and he has been my saviour. Not one day passes that I dont thank the powers that be for giving me this most awesome gift. Because of him, I learned of the power of forgiveness, and how strong and influential it could be and just how much it could change a life. I also learned the joy of seeing and learning the world through the eyes of a . I became appreciative of all that I had and less concerned with that which I did not have. My turns 18 next march. He has been living with his father since he turned 11 and hit puberty with a vengance. He is the pride of his parents, his sisters, his extended family, his school and his community. He has touched so many lives, I cannot imagine any life with out him in it.
No, I would not change a single , heart wrenching minute of the ordeal that brought us to this place. He is worth all of it. All before, all during, and all after.
proud mary sheri
look for more details in the future.....
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bootcamp posting..
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Posted:Aug 20, 2006 8:02 am
Last Updated:Feb 7, 2013 6:19 am
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for those of you yearning for more anne slanders, there is a thread of the same name, dear anne slanders in affbootcamp101. feel free to visit the site and bring back your comments and questions. Eventually, I will be in one place, at least, that is my plan. thanks for playing.
legs aka anne
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Is there a reason?
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Posted:Aug 20, 2006 6:21 am
Last Updated:Jun 29, 2013 8:01 am
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So, there I was........How many times have I started an anecdote, either real or fictional with those 4 words? But now, here I am, not handcuffed and naked from the waist down, nor is my ass in any kind of compromising condition, and it's not nearly so provocative as one of my anecdotal ramblings. It is just me. Sitting alone at the computer at o'dark thirty on a sunday morning, questioning the meaning of life, or rather, the "big picture" and my place in it.
I have always believed in a sort of pre ordained destiny, you know, the dance of life being somewhat choregraphed, at least, in an outline format, if you will. That sounds a little confusing, even to me, so to simplify, I will break it down. I am one of those people who believes that everything happens for a reason. I'm not really sure who I think is in charge of determining the reason, all I know is that I am supposed to learn something from everything that happens, that WE are supposed to learn something from everything that happens to us, either good or bad. Truth be told, I think if i did know the reason, then I would probably argue with whoever came up with it and that is precisely why I am kept in the dark. For example, my best friend and brother died suddenly 3 years ago at age 26. This is one of those events that I'm quite sure I would have contested the whys and wheretofores of. I am still trying to figure out all the things I am supposed to be learning about as a result of his death. I'm not sure what the "plan" said, but I can tell you that I have learned how precious life is and how important it is to let the ones you love know how much and why you love them, and how much you cherish the time you DO have together. After some of the initial anger subsided, I admit there is still a huge void that he used to fill, but I am so grateful for the 26 years I did have him in my life, and how lucky those of us who he touched were to have known him. I have always said, "don't worry about the stuff you don't have, treasure the stuff you do have", but I have to remind myself of the reality of what that means on a daily basis.
Haven't you ever wondered, when some life altering, cataclysmic event occurs, and impacts you or those close to you, what the plan is? I feel like saying, hey, yeah, I may have lost my job, but I know that it happened for a reason, and that somehow, I will learn from it and my life will is better because it happened...yeah, right...like I really NEEDED to build more character. Sometimes when I think about who I was and what I had in my past, as compared to who I am now, and what I have, or in my case, what I DON'T have, have I actually moved forward? I wonder. This would be one of those times where I need to remind myself.
I welcome any comments, experiences , ideas or relevations that reading this may have conjured for you. Life is a journey, and I plan on stopping to ask for directions a LOT before I get to wherever it is I am going. Plus, maybe someone one will help me drive or chip in for gas once in a while.....it could happen.
This being said, I will go back to the irreverent and sophomoric Anne Slanders in my next post. Thanks for stopping by.
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How do you say No Thank you?
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Posted:Jul 20, 2006 12:11 pm
Last Updated:Feb 7, 2013 6:20 am
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It happens to all of us. Someone shows an interest in us and makes a play and we don't necessarily feel the same way....different pages if you will....How do YOU decline?
How do I say no thank you? God, I dont think I have ever said no. Usually I just say, no no, leave it on the nightstand, that way I know where to find it for the next time. LOL...oh
wait, you're talking about something different....
I have found that bluntness is my preferred choice here. I try not to be rude and say stuff like, damn , have you looked in a mirror lately? or , who you gonna please with
that thing? or the ever popular, You, are living proof that crack does not smoke itself if you think there is a snowballs chance
in hell of me getting near you, ever. Instead, I endeavor to employ more tactful, yet still clearly negative , responses.
You must be at least this big to ride this ride is a favorite, but I have found that perhaps that borders on rudeness. Damn, Hey guys, I need some new material. Can anyone suggest
to me what to say and how to say it when the first thing I want to scream is HELLLLLLLLLLLLLLLL NOOOOOOOOO....I apparently
have never grown filters or an internal monologue and I need help!!
Just say no, what an interesting concept........
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