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I never done this before, blog, but I wanna get it a shot!

Here we go....

I am tired....

I am tired of being a nice guy! I kid you not, I am the original Captain Save-A-Hoe of the world... It is always mandated for me to save my family, friends, anbullshn... First to save folk from trouble, brush out wildfires of arguments, first to volunteer, lend a ear to bullsh*t problems, and lastly give money out... Honestly, this sh*t is getting on my nerves... I know it's a cliche, but NICE GUYS FINISH F**king LAST... This is very very true!! I GET USED BY EVERY MOTHAF*CKA, I KNOW!!! (No Exceptions) It seems like when you are a nice guy, the world pulls happynesspants and sh*ts on you all day... You get no respect, appreciation, and love at the end... I have finally realized this crap, is taking a lot of time & $$$ from my own pursuit for happyness.. This year I am retiring the mindset of: "Here I come to save the day!"

I am tired of being lonely! This passing year, 2006, I was fortunate to be used by three b*tches. [Let me clarify, I don't use the word b*tch a lot, but if you in someway have hurt me. You'll be consider a b*tch!] Anyway, the women I have been running into here lately, turn out to be duds or have no interest in me... I am a good a** man, who would treat any woman like a queen. I would keep a woman satisfied mentally, emotionally, and physically... But, I never get that chance! I am not a scrub! I got a nice job with a promotion on the way, my own car, and I'm looking for a new apartment. Once again, I am a good man and I deserve a good woman!!! I mostly deserve love!!! I miss companionship/relationship with a woman. I constantly question myself, "Why can't I fall in love, like any other man?"

Last Thought/Moment of Clarity: I know as you read this, you may be thinking maybe I allow people to use/abuse me & 90% of the stuff that happens to me, I bring it own myself. I say, "Bulls*t"... I am a good person and attempt to live by the scriptures and the golden rule. This is who I've always been, as a child to this date as a man... I can't help the way I was raised/programmed... But, people constantly using me, whether I realize it or not is, is not honorable and it hurts...

You've worn the finish off your coffee table.

All your kids are named Joe.

Chuck Yeager thinks you need to calm down.

Instant coffee takes too long.

Juan Valdez named his donkey after you.

People can test their batteries in your ears.

People get dizzy just watching you.

Starbucks owns the mortgage on your house.

The nurse needs a scientific calculator to take your pulse.

The only time you're standing still is during an earthquake.

The Taster's Choice couple wants to adopt you.

When someone asks 'how are you' you say, 'good to the last drop'.

You buy milk by the barrel.

You can jump-start your car without cables.

You can outlast the Energizer bunny.

You can take a picture of yourself from ten feet away without using the timer.

You can type sixty words per minute with your feet.

You can't even remember your second cup.

You channel surf faster without a remote.

You chew on other people's fingernails.

You don't even wait for the water to boil anymore.

You don't get mad, you get steamed.

You don't need a hammer to pound in nails.

You don't sweat, you percolate.

You don't tan, you roast.

You forget to unwrap candy bars before eating them.

You get a speeding ticket even when you're parked.

You go to AA meetings just for the free coffee.

You go to sleep just so you can wake up and smell the coffee.

You grind your coffee beans in your mouth.

You have a conniption over spilled milk.

You have a picture of your coffee mug on your coffee mug.

You have to watch videos in fast-forward.

You haven't blinked since the last lunar eclipse.

You help your dog chase its tail.

You introduce your spouse as your coffee mate.

You just completed another sweater and you don't know how to knit.

You lick your coffeepot clean.

You name your cats Cream and Sugar.

You short out motion detectors.

You ski uphill.

You sleep with your eyes open.

You soak your dentures in coffee overnight.

You speak perfect Arabic without ever taking a lesson.

You speed-walk in your sleep.

You spend every vacation visiting Maxwell House.

You think being called a drip is a compliment.

You think CPR stands for Coffee Provides Resuscitation.

You'd be willing to spend time in a Turkish prison.

Your first-aid kit contains two pints of coffee with an I.V. hookup.

Your coffee mug is insured by Lloyds of London.

Your eyes stay open when you sneeze.

Your life's goal is to amount to a hill of beans.

Your lips are permanently stuck in the sipping position.

Your nervous twitch registers on the Richter scale.

Your only source of nutrition comes from Sweet & Low.

Your taste buds are so numb; you could drink your lava lamp.

Your Thermos is on wheels.

You're so wired, you pick up AM radio.

You've built a miniature city out of little plastic stirrers.

You've worn out the handle on your favorite mug.

You ever wonder how some of the names that we have today (whether it's the name of song or the name of a street or even the name of a restaurant), and thought about tracing that name back to it's roots as to why they named this particular thing what they named it in the first place?

Even if you can't find the true origin of it's name or who they had named this thing after, I still think it would be great to at least think that you know where that name had came from or fabricate an idea of where the name came from, just so you can believe in that idea and make the subject fun to talk about.

Like my thoughts of Old Mcdonald, they said that he had a farm...BULLCRAP!!! I just think that they had told you that in school just so that the song would be entertaining to sing as a kid. Well, it worked, but I think it would be even more entertaining to know what the truth was in what Old Mcdonald really had.

Old Mcdonald was a pimp. He was an old player, with tons of money, and women were chasing him around everywhere. Unfortunately, he caught a disease from those women. He caught VD. That's where that E-I-E-I-O part of the song came in. Those were the noises he made while he was outside taking a leak.

And I also wonder about some of these restaurants true background and how did they come up with their names. Like IHOP, I think there is a serious case of history with this one. They can easily come up with an acronym for that. They just figured out what they do much of in that restaurant and name it after that. "Hmmm....well let's see, we serve pancakes, and people eat pancakes all over the world, so we'll call it, The International House of Pancakes! Hooraayyy! We did it! We came up with a name!"

But I think that they came up with the name IHOP first. Maybe it was because when they still had slaves in this country, they feed us, but we always had shackles around our ankles, so we had to hop into a place to eat.

Another restaurant is Denny's. As you see, they place the stress on the first syllable today, but I think at one point, they had put the stress on the second syllable. I guess that was because the food was so good, that it would make you weak in Denny's (pronounced da knees).

For anyone that is interested - in Jasper - Northside Baptist has a singles group. Sunday School Singles at 9:45 am - if anyone is interest - Your always welcome.

Also was just informed of a speed dating in downtown Jasper on June 23 7:00 pm: Sponsor by the Glory Fellowship Bapt Church 205-387-0500.

It's been six years since we said goodbye to Katie. She never said goodbye to us. That warm summer day we laid her gently in the cold ground next to her husband we performed a ritual. Its purpose was to make it clear that we would never again hold her wrinkled hand, feel her warm arms embrace us or her wet kiss upon our cheeks.

Katie was gone. Unfortunately, the legacy she left behind was too noble, too intangible for many of her family to appreciate. And though I was only a fleeting introduction in the procession of her life, that legacy is still shaping and redefining who I am and how I am to others. Occasionally, I brush against her memory and come away with a little jealousy on my heart.

Jealous, because I know I will never have the bond with ex-wife that she and Katie shared. It was was a bond to fill the hole, the emptiness, the loneliness--a bond that each of us longs to experience at least once in this life. But it was more than life, and it came from doing more than just living. It came from living well.

In the big cities and on sophisticated satellite beams that bring metropolitan culture into small town and rural ways, there's talk about getting the most out of life. Living on the edge. Spending quality time with your children because, God knows, you don't have much time to spend with them. You're too busy trying to live well.

Things were never really complex for Katie, living in rural Ohio. She was a simple woman, hardworking, intensely patriotic, always voted, strong sense of community, not too curious about what lay on the other side of the horizon.

To her, as to many residents of this area, living well was something you did, not something you had.

My ex-wife was raised by Katie. Perhaps I should say, nurtured by Katie. She was denied a few material things, but never Katie's heart. Katie's memory, her love and even her values have all been connected to my ex and so, in a very real sense, Katie, or at least what Katie was all about, lives on. The things that were once important to Katie are still important to my ex. These keepsakes could be found throughout our home. A paperweight here, a photograph there, her father's citizenship papers, her mother's wedding ring, a pair of old glasses she wore, even a well-used spaghetti platter. Most of these items were insignificant to many members of the family when she died. They were too busy arguing over her bank account.

Forever branded in the halls of my memory is that last minute before they closed the casket for the final time and carried Katie's body away. She looked as if life had indeed not passed from her, rather that she was peacefully sleeping. All the family, all the friends had filed on outside to begin the funeral procession. Only my ex-wife stayed at Katie's side until this moment. I was with her as she bent over to leave one farewell kiss, softly sobbing.

"Oh, Katie," I heard her whisper, "I love you so much. "

As she raised back up for the funeral director to close the lid of the coffin, I glanced down at Katie. What I saw racks my heart to this day. A tear from my ex-wife, brimming with a rich lifetime of memories, had dropped onto Katie's eye and was slowly slipping away down her cheek, as if she too was crying at this unjust farewell.

How fitting, I now think, that a part of my ex-wife's physical existence, a token of her love, was sealed with Katie's that morning. Together they lie in a hillside cemetery for all time.

When people die, the survivors refer to it as "passing away." Is that really what we want? Because if we've really lived -- if we've really lived well, we don't actually do that, do we?

Katie didn't.

hey, i'm new to this and i am just looking for someone to talk to.
i don't care how old you are or anything like that. i just wanna talk.
:)

aim: chubbsmahoo
or just message me.

i look forward to hearing from you.

-billy

I have learned a lot in 26 years of marriage, such as don't be quick or smart and jump into things without thinking...marry for love and mutual respect and honesty..marry a "best friend" that will be so important...let love be in the forefront..don't compete with each other your in this together..no money struggles talk abt your ways of dealing with money upfront,if your a miser for heaven's sake say so! Sharing is bonding,whether at holidays or watching a sunset together or eating the same frozen icy. Emily Dickerson wrote "It's not love's going hurt my days,but that it went in little ways." So true..Never take each other for granted or belittle each other..this only leads to hurt feelings and seperation (I know),divorce...I hope all you out there find your true love.

Did you hear about the man who took viagra and a laxative at the same time?
Well, he didn't know if he was comin' or goin'!!!

You ever hear people end their sentences with "I swear to god"? I think that is a funny yet strong way to get somebody to stop doing something that you don't like them to do.

It's like, they don't have to finish their sentence after saying, "I swear to god". You already got the message after hearing that "I swear to god", so no further words are necessary.

I remember when I was a child and I was at a Home Depot with my mother and father, and I was carrying some box with some tools in it. And my mother would say, "Boy, if you don't put that box down, I swear to god!"

Those words carried a very strong impulse to my brain in saying that I better drop this box, and in less than .2 seconds later, I just dropped the box right on the floor,"KABOOOOOOSH!!!!"

I destroy homes. I tear families apart. I take your children, and that’s just the start.

I’m more costly than diamonds and more precious than gold. The sorrow is I bring is a sight to behold.

If you need me, I’m easily found. I’m in the schools and all around town. I live with the rich. I live with the poor. I live down the street, and maybe next door.

I’m made in a lab, but not like you think. I can be made underneath your kitchen sink, in your child’s closet, and even the woods. If this freaks you out, it certainly should.

I have many names, but there’s one you know best. I’m sure you’ve heard of me. My name is Crystal Meth.

My power is awesome. Try me and you’ll see. If you do, however, you may never break free.

Try me once, and I might let you go. Try me twice, and I might own your soul.

Once I possess you, you’ll steal and you’ll lie. You’ll do what you have too, just to get high.

The crimes you commit for my narcotic charms will be worth the pleasure you feel in your nose, lungs, or arms.

You will lie to your mother and will steal from your dad. When you see their tears, you should feel sad.

But you’ll forget your morals and how you were raised. I’ll be your conscience. I’ll teach my ways.

I’d take kids from parents, and parents from kids. I turn people from God and separate friends.

I’ll take everything from you, your looks and your pride. I’ll be with you always - right by your side.

You’ll get up every thing - your family, your home, your friends, your money; and then you be left all alone.

I’ll take and I’ll, ‘til you have nothing more to give. When I’m finished with you you’ll be lucky to still live.

If you try me, be warned: this is no game. If given the chance I will drive you insane.

I’ll ravish your body; I’ll control your mind; I’ll own you completely; your soul will be mine.

The nightmares and I’ll give you while lying in bed; the voices you’ll hear from inside your head;

The sweats, the shakes, and the visions you’ll see… I want you to know, these are all gifts from me.

But then it’s too late, and you’ll know in your heart, that you are mine and we shall not part.

You’ll regret that you tried me… they always do… but you came to me, not I to you.

You knew this would happen. Many times you were told, but you challenged my power and chose to be bold.

You could have said no and just walked away. If you could live that day over, but would you say?

I’ll be your master, and you’ll be my slave. I’ll even go with you when you go to your grave.

Now that you’ve met me, what will you do? Will you try me or not? It’s all up to you.

I can bring you more misery than words can tell. Come… take my hand… let me lead you to hell.