frugal wins
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Posted:Nov 25, 2012 11:25 pm
Last Updated:Dec 10, 2012 12:05 pm
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So here has been my excitement. Walking fields and collecting corn that got missed. I guess I never realized how much got missed. Amazing how much I have found. So far about 15 buckets, with more to come. I have a hand sheller and a small grinder. So what does this have to do with being frugal? Well I take the corn over to a local neighbor and am trading it for meat and eggs. So with some work I should have fresh eggs for awhile. Oh just for your information. A bag of corn this spring was about 6 dollars its now going for 16 dollars. See where meat prices are going to go?
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What does Thanksgiving mean to you?
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Posted:Nov 21, 2012 9:25 pm
Last Updated:Nov 22, 2012 11:01 pm
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Often people ask this at Christmas, but I thought why not now? It seems as if Thanksgiving is being swallowed by Christmas more every year. Oh the food is still there but it seems more like the day before Black Friday more than a holiday. I think when I was a it was more about being thankful for food on the table. It was about family. Can we not shelf Christmas for a week more. Is it not possible just to enjoy this Holiday first without pouring over the sales flyers and becoming obsessed with the next Holiday almost a month away?
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what are they thinking?
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Posted:Nov 12, 2012 11:51 pm
Last Updated:Nov 16, 2012 11:30 pm
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Just got over the election and I hear Christmas music this weekend. Now come on, what the hell gives! Its bad enough starting to hear it right after Thanksgiving. Do we really have to pull this Holiday out another 2 weeks more? Its ONE day. When are people just going to say enough! I already have decided that if I hear any Christmas music in a store right now, I will ask for a Manager and tell them I am refusing to buy anything from their Store. I know its a small start. But think what would happen if 50 people did it. Pushing back Christmas where it belongs.
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unbelievable
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Posted:Nov 12, 2012 12:38 am
Last Updated:Dec 23, 2012 12:58 am
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So I walk into this public bathroom. I am halfway in when I hear this guy say, pull it out...... pull it out......... come on pull it out, your wee wee is not that big. put it back in, come on put it back in...... come on PUT it back in hurry up. A minute of so later this guy with his little boy walks out of the stall.
By now there is about 3 guys ready to fall over from holding back the laughter.
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another end
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Posted:Nov 4, 2012 10:36 pm
Last Updated:Apr 18, 2024 9:57 pm
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So its the end of summer. Its the end of long days, warm rain, flowers, picking from the garden. Just as we see the change around us we often fail at changing ourselfs. This weekend such a thing happened. A group I belonged to left me out again. After talking to some friends it was clear. I have been the obstacle to making this end before. Often times we are the greatest barrier to making the changes we need. Its Human nature, ask people to fondly remember and often it the good times, the beginnings that come to the surface. Ends are scary. When I started with this group I had big dreams. Some came true, many did not. Hoping and wishing go so far. It has become evident that this group has no respect for me. So like summer fades to fall, I must fall away to start again. Its not an end, we need the winters to sleep, dream and rest for a new beginning. So I look forward to rebuilding for a new year, another spring. What else can one do?
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Storm is done here
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Posted:Oct 31, 2012 11:38 am
Last Updated:Nov 5, 2012 10:26 pm
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Snow! and its not even the end of October yet. The wind died down and it acts like a cold fall day here. Maybe I can get some things done.
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GOOD Lord, just shoot me!
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Posted:Oct 20, 2012 10:52 pm
Last Updated:Oct 23, 2012 10:14 pm
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I am so sick of all these campaign ads and commericals. PLEEEZEE end soon.
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Can you be too close?
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Posted:Oct 11, 2012 11:49 pm
Last Updated:Oct 17, 2012 1:47 am
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It seems like I have better luck, talking to others away from me. People in my backyard for the most part will not respond to me. So can you be to close? Are people afraid that others will find out them? Do people want to be wild and not have it get out? Maybe, I just do not know. Any thoughts?
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talk and walk?
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Posted:Sep 13, 2012 12:13 pm
Last Updated:Oct 1, 2012 12:29 pm
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So I just got asked what does talk the talk and walk the walk mean. Must be getting old, I thought everyone knew that one. For me its about being straight, honest and meeting if we agree to. I realize all this sounds pretty simple. However there are lots of people on here that seem unable to be truthful. Lying about age, status, weight, things like that. I love the women that posts about not finding local guys, then will not even respond when contacted. Or the ones that say how they are looking for fun. Truth is they must just be looking to tease.
My profile is who I am. I like to meet others not always for sex. In fact I normaly like to meet for lunch or coffee first. One time we met for bowling. It is great to see people for who they are, first. Then if something happens later, so be it.
Just let your profile and taq line reflect who you are, strip away the falseness and just be you.
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Fixing a door
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Posted:Sep 11, 2012 11:08 pm
Last Updated:Sep 15, 2012 7:00 pm
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Well I started off installing a new storm door on the back of my house. So everyone asks, "why does it take you so long to do stuff?". Day one start to look for tools. Realize some are missing, look more then go out and buy the missing ones. Go run errands.
Day two go to take storm door off. You suddenly find the missing pry bar you just bought another one of. Take out all the screws except for the last one. It seems stripped in the wood and will not come out. Spend an hour attempting to get it out. Finally pry it off along with a piece of the brick molding. You begin to look and realize that the molding is rotted off around the bottom. Pry molding off and go to Store. Buy new brick molding. Get home and see that molding you bought is damaged. Return to store, swap molding and as you drive home the brakes go out in the Truck. So you cut the molding to fit. Following the old advice measure twice cut once. You now know that it should be measure three times, cut long then trim to length. Back to store to buy more molding.
Day three you wake up and think it would be nice to install "J" track around the Door to clean up the look. So off to store. Look around and are told that the "J" track they have will not work. Find some other style. Buy it go home and measure three times. Cut piece and STILL cut short. Lay out another piece and cut it all wroung. This is followed by 10 minutes of swearing. Return to store for another piece of track. Measure several times then cut. Mount the track and brick molding.
Day Four ah a break! the metal seal is pre cut. Physical therapy was rough today to sore to work.
Day five well the rails are drilled the door is ready to go. Had to really fight with it to get it hung. Its looking good, until I try to close the Door. The other rail is off so it does not close. So I now will have to pry off the other rail, pull the nails, buy a new piece of brick molding. Cut back the siding to remount the molding. sigh its still not done.......
Day six, pryed off the brick molding on one side just to have it snap in half. I think my car knows it way to the Store. So its all up and done except for the door lock. That and some caulking. I must admit it does look good! Finally, at last now to the roof!
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Your favorite TV shows
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Posted:Sep 3, 2012 11:32 pm
Last Updated:Sep 4, 2012 6:53 am
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What are or was your favorite TV shows. I love Ghost Hunters, the folks from TAPS are pretty cool. The Highlander TV series I thought were well done. But the show I miss the most is Due South. Lord I just adored that show. It was quirky, funny, stimulating just dam good!
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My first meeting with Clyde Couple
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Posted:Sep 3, 2012 12:08 am
Last Updated:Oct 12, 2012 7:25 am
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On my 100th post, Cylde couple asked me to tell you how we met. So here goes. Many years ago I was driving over by Sandusky Ohio when my car broke down. After trying to figure out what was wroung, I went hiking down the side of the Road. At the time only the very rich had Cell Phones. Being in the ultra poor class I had to walk to find a phone. Along the way I noticed a Van kept passing me. Well the heat off the Road was making me sweat, so I thought that everyone just had the same color of Van. Then I noticed it had the same bumper sticker on it. I tried to flag it down. To no luck. I just kept walking down the narrow State Route on a berm that just dropped off into the Ditch. Finally I came to a nice wide part of the Road. No more walking on the edge. Thats when I saw the Van approach again. This time I turned around and stuck out my thumb. As it got closer it suddenly sped up and served, hitting me. I have no idea how far I was thrown, things were hazy. I did feel two people picking me up and loading me into the Van. I remember the Van driving away. I was woke up with smelling salts and the aroma of Ben Gay. The woman handed me two asprin and a cup of water. "take these it will dull the pain" she said. I did so only because in her hand was this riding crop! It was then I noticed I was NAKED too!
What the hell I shouted! You are ok, nothing broken I checked you myself she said. I started to get up but was poked in the throat by the riding crop. Oh no you have to first fully satisfy me then we take you to the Hospital. Satisfy you? I muttered with what? I am bruised and hurt like hell. Trust me the longer you wait to get started, the stiffer you are going to be, said the male Driver. Oh I like stiff said the woman. What do I have to do? What do you want from me? Your tongue, you fingers and your dick she said matter of factly while she pulled off her shirt exposing a set of bra less boobs. Nice white boobies with hard nipples poking out.
Who are you, what did you do to me? I asked. The woman said Well we are swingers, the man piped in but that was ok but from time to time we are glancers!. Hun? you swing around in trees i muttered. No said the woman sitting on a bucket, we are sexual swingers, YOU do know what that is, right? I had no idea, I admitted as much. So they both explained the idea and gave examples from their past. I felt numb, not entirely from the hit. Ok so what the hell is a glancer? I asked and the Driver said well living out in the country is great but out here we do not find many swingers. The woman said so we decided to make some. The driver said we came up with this idea of just lightly hitting people, causing them to glance off the side of the van. Then we go out pick them up and break them in. I moaned , ya or break them up. Well we precticed for months using watermelons before we tried this, stated the woman. You mean you actually thought of this and practiced, what kind of people are you? The kind that did not want to kill you, said the Driver looking in the mirrow, just to knock you down for our pleasure.
In a wierd way this was making sense, must have been a head injury I thought but not to long.
The van slowed down slighty, did several high speed turns. The woman slapped duct tape over my mouth then pulled the top off a 5 gal bucket throwing Ice cold water over me. I rolled across the Van floor in ice only to feel myself getting yanked out the door. I was too hurt and cold to say anything, that and the duct tape over my mouth stopped much talk. I was pulled across a deck into a back of a small house. Down a hall into a small bedroom. The duct tape was pulled off my mouth by the man. You can take that blanket and warm up or waste your time yelling, but no one lives in miles of this place we planned it that way. Just as quick he left the small bedroom closing and locking the door. There was a blanket on the bed which I grabbed and wrapped around me. Why yell I thought, this is so well planned, hell who practices knocking people down with a speeding car?
I could hear small talk outside the Door from time to time. I was still wrapped in the blanket almost feeling warm when the lock clicked and the door opened. In came the Woman dressed like Red Riding Hood with a basket. The Man came in with a chair and closed the Door behind him. I was watching the guy a little closer than the Woman. So the man asked are you straight , Bi or Homosexual? Does it matter I asked? Actually yes he replied, lighting a Cigarette. If you are only into guys then I have to put on that Damm custom! Laughing as he said it. I think it fits my wife better, do you agree? I had to admit that the short skirt, knee socks, white blouse and cape did look sexy as hell on her. She had her hair pulled back now into a bun. She looked at me cocking her head and asked what sexual orientation I considered myself as? Is there a more correct answer I asked. You are what you are stated the man. But you are also free to try anything you want, within reason. So if I say I am straight, then I just get her I asked. Of course she replied we will respect your wishes.
I felt her small hand wrap around my dick. So lets see what you have here. She squeezed and stroked it up and down for a few minutes. Then looking at me said, I thought Red Riding Hood got ate, not that she did the eating! giving a saucy laugh as she swallowed me. I did hurt but it was strange, I did start to get hard. The bigger it got the more she seemed to enjoy it. So ready to eat Red Riding Hood yet she asked, slapping me on the chest. She slid up my chest pulling up her dress. Then I saw it, no panties, just a shaved pussy heading right for my mouth. Contact, with her grinding up against it. I had no other choice but to use my tongue, lapping away.
At this point I felt like I had no other choice but to eat her. Thankfuly my tongue was not sore. So I was licking. The man said you can use more than just your tongue. He got up from the chair and came over. You can do this and inserted a finger into her. As soon as he started it was getting her going. So in and out he was going with his finger and it seemed like in less than a minute she was cumming! Ok your turn he said. Try it she likes it. So I pulled one of my hands out from under her. So in went my finger back and forth for what seemed awhile, not much reaction. What does he have that I do not? Just seemed like I struggled to make something happen. I got the other hand out and went back to licking. At some point it must have become evident my skills were lacking. She climbed off me and said Honey I think you need to show our guest a few things.
So my lession started with the man giving me the tour, then explaining how pressing on the top of the vagina causes more stimulation for the woman. So with her on her back I pressed on with my new found information. Dam if it didn't work! Not as fast as her partner but it did work. She was getting wet after making her cum several times this way. I felt a tap on my shoulder and was given a condom. Guess I passed, as I tore open the package and rolled it on.
I placed the head just inside her then gently pushed. Oh it was good! So how do you like it? I asked her. Any way she said and off we went. In and out back and forth, changing her to her side once then onto doggy. When I pounded her she was verbal and crying out. This was a woman that could take it. After awhile it struck me, Worry about yourself some, she is enjoying herself.
Suddenly this thought popped into my head, where the hell is the guy? I looked over and there he was sitting there in a chair with a grin on his face. You know you can pull her hair some and get a little rough with her. A smack across her butt proved he was right. We kept going and going finally I needed to stop, sweat was dripping from me. I felt as though I had just ran a race.
Need a break they asked? I think so I replied. Off they both went. I laided there for a few minutes. I looked around and saw they had left the door open. I wondered is this a trap? I heard a
noise outside. Sounded like a truck backing in. The windows were taped over with black plastic, no chance of looking out there. I sat up on the bed. I finally stood up and looked out the open door. I pulled on my clothes from a pile next to my bed. Shirt check, pants check, socks and shoes check, wallet check still with my credit cards and money. Even my house keys were there. Only thing missing was the truck keys. It was quiet in the house I walked one step at a time down the hall. past a bathroom and bedroom. All looked very normal. at the end of the hall was the kitchen/ dinning area. I could look out into the living area and it was clear. Do I chance it, do I run? The frount door opened slightly. I started back down the hall when the back door opened. I ran for the frount, grabbing a pan handle on the way past the stove. I pulled open the frount door seeing the mans body in the door holding onto the handle with a look of surprise on his face, I swung and hit him in the head. However the pan was a small cast iron frying pan, it dinged as the man fell backwards. I leaped out the Door and started across the yard. What the hell my truck was sitting there in the driveway! I ran to the passenger siode and looked in the window. The keys were hanging in the ignition! I opened the door and crawled in on top of the seat. I turned the key and the truck started. I pulled myself up and slammed it into drive and stomped the gas. It was then I noticed we were not in the country at all. We were surrounded by houses on both sides across the street every where. I drove I was lost but it didn't matter. I finally found one state route then another. Hours later I was home.
I thought about calling the cops. Instead I went to the ER. Told them I had an dirt bike accident. After some X-rays they sent me home. I slept and had dreams. Dreams of being wanted, sexually being wanted. Weeks past and I started to try to find my way back to their place. One day I did find it. Another day I went back and knocked on the door.
almost done, still work in progress......
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Body hair
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Posted:Aug 31, 2012 12:29 am
Last Updated:Sep 3, 2012 11:33 pm
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So I was asked to talk about this. Many have seen my profile picture. I know, I have hair. Its just not that I have ever thought I was hairy. After I put my picture up the comments have been interesting. Some woman said I needed to shave. Others thought I was perfect. Still a couple of others thought I needed more. I was told once by an old girlfriend that I was fuzzy without being furry, lol.
Seems funny how hair can be desirable in one place, on a guys chest for example, but not so in other places. I mean we all are mammals. Remember one of the things that define mammals? Hair, even whales have hair. So why the adversion by some to hair? Does it give the impression of being young? I remember years ago some woman shaving down below. Some thought it was like doing a younger woman because of the lack of hair. Now its uncommon not to see shaved or partial shaving.
So if you love it show it off! Well thats my feelings for right now.
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