What the hell is wrong with us!? Instead of profiling these assholes who hate us and want to blow us to smitherines, we kiss their fucking asses!! We are so fucking stupid! I am old. My dad is 92 for fucking sake! We love this country. We love this country...because...guess what??? for the same fucking reasons these asshole muslims want to blow us to smitherines!! if they don't like us or like being in the United States of America....what the fuck??? go away...go live in your country!
i hate that we can't just tell them how we feel or profile them! WHAT?????? Have we gone insane??? why can't we say what we think anymore??? FUCK THAT!!!!
Monday, November 29, 2010
Wednesday, June 2, 2010
From a post January 2009; We meet in DC on Memorial Day 2010 after 40 years + or - a few
So she was in DC with her hubby and we shared a delightful couple hours just chatting away! was awesome! i'm hoping they'll come back soon so we can spend days not just hours. i can see why we were friends!
okay, most of us have a past, some of us have a much longer past than others...mine is pretty long. i recently signed up on facebook, thinking maybe i would run into someone from the past. when you put things in facebook the system somehow figures out by your age or where you're from, or maybe something you say, who you might be friends with. one night i'm checking out the friends list, and lo and behold, there's a name from the very distant past. so i write on her wall 'are you the 'Jane Doe' who lived on Prospect Place in Vista?' that was all i said. so we have been playing phone tag for days and finally tonight she caught me at home.
we met when we were 12. lots of stuff happened to us and between us. we grew apart in high school because dumb stuff happens in high school. we talked about all those people we both knew and where they are now. we talked about our kids and their kids. we talked about ex-husbands, brother and sister-in-laws, parents-in-laws. where we have lived and worked. the conversation could have gone on all night. then she told me a very touching story about my dad.
when she was 11 her older sister died. she didn't tell me how or why, just that after that her mother couldn't live in the same house, or evidently even the same state, so they moved from Pennsylvania to California in an old car pulling a small trailer. her, her mom and dad and little sister. her parents didn't know where they would live or work, they just knew they wanted to be in California. as they rolled into Vista (my home town) one foggy night, they ran out of gas next to my dad's gas station. her dad asked my dad if he knew where they might park their trailer until they found jobs and could afford to move to a trailer park. my dad let them park behind his gas station until they found jobs. she said they were only there a few days, but her dad never forgot that kindness. i teared up. i guess i shouldn't be surprised that she hadn't told me that story before, kids never want to admit to being poor or different. even though we were close for many years and she spent time at our house, she had never mentioned it, and pop probably didn't realize she was the same kid whose family he had befriended that foggy night.
i'm hoping we can get together soon and share more stories. she was a great friend. we've missed each other. strange how we sometimes just let things go. we shouldn't.
Posted by SoCal Transplant at 9:26 PM 6 comments Links to this post
okay, most of us have a past, some of us have a much longer past than others...mine is pretty long. i recently signed up on facebook, thinking maybe i would run into someone from the past. when you put things in facebook the system somehow figures out by your age or where you're from, or maybe something you say, who you might be friends with. one night i'm checking out the friends list, and lo and behold, there's a name from the very distant past. so i write on her wall 'are you the 'Jane Doe' who lived on Prospect Place in Vista?' that was all i said. so we have been playing phone tag for days and finally tonight she caught me at home.
we met when we were 12. lots of stuff happened to us and between us. we grew apart in high school because dumb stuff happens in high school. we talked about all those people we both knew and where they are now. we talked about our kids and their kids. we talked about ex-husbands, brother and sister-in-laws, parents-in-laws. where we have lived and worked. the conversation could have gone on all night. then she told me a very touching story about my dad.
when she was 11 her older sister died. she didn't tell me how or why, just that after that her mother couldn't live in the same house, or evidently even the same state, so they moved from Pennsylvania to California in an old car pulling a small trailer. her, her mom and dad and little sister. her parents didn't know where they would live or work, they just knew they wanted to be in California. as they rolled into Vista (my home town) one foggy night, they ran out of gas next to my dad's gas station. her dad asked my dad if he knew where they might park their trailer until they found jobs and could afford to move to a trailer park. my dad let them park behind his gas station until they found jobs. she said they were only there a few days, but her dad never forgot that kindness. i teared up. i guess i shouldn't be surprised that she hadn't told me that story before, kids never want to admit to being poor or different. even though we were close for many years and she spent time at our house, she had never mentioned it, and pop probably didn't realize she was the same kid whose family he had befriended that foggy night.
i'm hoping we can get together soon and share more stories. she was a great friend. we've missed each other. strange how we sometimes just let things go. we shouldn't.
Posted by SoCal Transplant at 9:26 PM 6 comments Links to this post
Tuesday, April 20, 2010
Saturday, April 3, 2010
Cherry blossoms 2010
these were taken Saturday April 3 on a bike ride that ended up being basically a bike walk....way too many people even at 7:30 a.m. to ride!
Monday, March 29, 2010
The not too bright Nancy Mendenhall....(Bright)
We all know how stupid men can be.....the woman pictured above (once thought to be a hottie, evidently) should not be trusted in anything she does. 15 years ago she manipulated my husband of 21 years into believing she was the better choice, and 15 years later I'm still thinking she needs to be dealt with on some level. I believe in some states she could be sued, or at least could have been sued....but even if she could have been sued, the statute of limitations likely has run out. Bummer.
Warning - don't allow this woman near any male relative, particularly if he is wealthy or married. She is currently married to some poor sucker named John Mendenhall and they sell real estate together at Keller Williams in San Diego. I'm wondering if this poor guy had money or a wife....? I'm guessing both.
If you happen to be in the market to buy or sell anywhere in San Diego County, stay away from this fat f-ing bitch. Bitter? Me? Nah...just happen to think she deserves anything unwieldy that comes along. You may also want to note that she has not aged very well...HAHAHAHAHAHA
Sunday, February 28, 2010
Friday, January 1, 2010
lucky dog!
My Mr Pimms got to spend Christmas (through New Years) with my friends, Kevin and Damien at Rehoboth, DE while I was in Denver with the family. These guys are the best! They have a beautiful doggie too, Maggie. She sometimes spends time with me and Pimms. Like I said, lucky dog!Me and Keira
This child will be president some day..... if not, she will surely be involved in causes important to Americans with blue eyes. (doesn't make sense now, but it will in 30 years!)
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