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Things are looking up...

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Sometimes people go from what you want to what you need and getting there depends on the time you spend interacting with them. ~ Ultra Dave

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Things are still unchanged on the home front for the most part. No interest in the old home place and the trailer is still standing for the moment. My parents are doing relatively well. The doctor said my father's pneumonia is finally cleared up. He is still weak and thin and relies on my mother an awful lot. He goes for a CT scan in a few weeks to see if the cancer is spreading. We are a bit

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"The only oppression hate groups of any stripe feel is the weight of their own ignorance and bigotry." ~ Ultra Dave

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Is it possible (or practical) to base a relationship solely on physical attraction and work on the trust and honesty later (and I assume all the other personality traits as well)? Or is looking for the personality traits first and let the attraction grow from there? An acquaintance of mine believes the first. I believe the latter. My reasoning is the personality traits rarely change where as

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My Uncle R.B. died suddenly of a massive heart attack on Thursday while driving. He was always a nice guy to everyone. He ran a grocery store for years in Monroe. The little corner store kind, that carried everything and knew his regulars by name. He was my Aunt Hazel's second husband and she couldn't have been happier. He did everything for her. Fill the car with gas, took care of the bills,

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Wishing all my loyal readers awonderful 2012

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World PeaceGet in shapeQuit smoking againGet a better paying job with better hoursSpend time with parentsWin the Lottery JackpotFind a manMake new friends

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What a crap filled year this has been. I'm glad it is almost over. Thought I would waltz through all the craptastic events of the year.Daddy developed lung cancerDaddy was in the hospital twice for pneumoniaMy great Aunt Ona passedMy Uncle Russell passedMy Uncle R.B. passedNo offers on my parent's old placeI pawned all my jewelry to just pay billsI was moved from Fine Jewelry department to

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This is something I've been wanting to post about for a while now, but given the loss of Tommy's mother back in June and my father's health issues, and I have the time at the moment, I figured I would do it now, rather than later.I've lost many friends, fifteen to be exact, that I was close to and some not so close. I've lost all four of my grandparents. As well as, 2 Uncles and a great Aunt this

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I remember growing up the anticipation leading up to Christmas Eve and Christmas Day. It was a wonderful time to be a kid. I remember not being that shocked or disappointed that there really wasn't a Santa. I recall many gifts from parents and grandparents that I adored. Funny, I don't recall ever being after the latest and greatest toy of season. I was always happy with whatever I got. I'm still

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I do love to shop and I really enjoy a bargain! I purchased $417 worth of gifts for a mere $146.84 after sales, coupons and my employee discount, tax included. It was a struggle to come up with the money, but doing it a little along the way helped. I'm tickled with the end result and glad it is over with. The only thing I asked for this Christmas was cash. I hope I get enough to get at least a

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Quiet wraps me like a tight hug.In the still and the dark,my thoughts are of you.Memories cover melike a warm, fuzzy blanket.A content smile upon my lips.I drift off to sleep,wishing of dreams of you.Hoping you will dream of me too.

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Wishing all my loyal readers a wonderful and safe holiday season!

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I didn’t want to see you naked. I wanted to admire your masculine beauty. I didn’t want to have sex with you. I wanted to make love to you.I didn't want to intrude upon your life. I wanted to take care of you. I didn’t expect to bond so deeply with someone, but I did. I didn’t expect you to fulfill my every need, but you were a friend. I didn’t expect to miss you so much, but I do. I didn’t

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Amazing how the heart strings can be plucked from time to time, to remind us of what is real and human. Seems that Christmas brings it to the surface for me more than any other holiday. Maybe it is a song, a commercial or a plea for a charitable donation. Whether it is the music, the sentiment or the imagery used, it brings a tear to the eye, a lump to the throat and a swelling to the heart.

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I just can't seem to get into the Christmas spirit this year. There are too many things weighting me down I guess to give into commercial frivolity and consumerism. Concerns about my parents and money are the tops of the list. Macy's really fucked up my budget for the month with their Thanksgiving/Black Friday bullshit. I hate worrying week after week, month after month, about gas to get to work

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Jim and I spent the night together at his place last night. I've been wanting to do that since I met him October 2! He is very sweet. Very good in bed too! I enjoyed myself immensely. So did he. We kissed and cuddled and...well, you get the idea. Since it was the first time together, we didn't go "all the way". I have to have deep feelings for someone before I go there. While, I am very fond of

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After working 11:30 pm till 9:30 am on Thanksgiving night/ Black Friday morning just to take advantage of the time and a half, 10% shift differential, and the holiday pay, it increased my paycheck by $15.90. It appears the time and a half only applied to the hour between 11pm and 12am and the 10% shift differential only from the hours of 12am till 4am. The holiday pay barely made up for the

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Overweight by 20 pounds/ But I did lose 75 poundsVery hairy / But I do keep it trimmed and shavedMentally and emotional strong / But I can be hurtA very good friend / But I can be driven awayNot in perfect shape / But I do have some musclesBroke most of the time / But I do have a jobNot needy or lonely / But I do like to hang out or chatIntelligent / But still feel stupid sometimesLoyal / But

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For Thanksgiving tomorrow, I hope that everyone can find at least one small thing in their life to be thankful for and one great thing that made you who you are today. Thanksgiving isn't about the food, but the people who surround us everyday. Those we count as friend, coworker, neighbor or family. Those are the blessings in life, not the things we possess. Wishing all my blogger friends, a

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I spent some time with my father today, while my mother ran a few errands. I piddled about while he sat on the sofa with his oxygen tube on. The sparkle and depth have left his eyes. My mother helped him bathe this morning. His vigor and stamina is gone. He is wobbly when he walks. I went with him outside to sit in the swing and enjoy the fresh air. There were a few moments that I thought he may

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Out the window, blankly I stareFalling leaves drift slowly to the groundBarren trees standing silently in placeThe melancholy of it all.I think of happier times, happier placesknowing I can never return there againThings have changedToo many pieces of the happy missing from the puzzle of joy.Profound loss, deep sadness saturate my beingThere is no halting where life is headingNo stopping the

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From Spo, the dear. 1. How old were you when you knew you were gay?About 5. Always knew there was something special about the boys! 2. Have you ever had sex with the opposite sex?Nope, never will either. 3. Who was the first person you came out to?Not sure exactly. Don't recall ever being really "in". 4. Are you out to your family?Yes. 5. Do you want children?No. When I was younger, I would have

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I'm glad my father's time in rehab is just about up. When he left the hospital this last time, he had to go to a rehab/nursing facuility to finish up his IV treatment. It has been rough on him for sure, being hooked up to the IV for up to 16 hours a day and constant interruptions throughout the night. It has been tough for my mother as well but it is closer to home than the hospital was and she

Ultra Davehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07972162933530146298noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2287199914177543289.post-8750346403136298952011-11-06T10:18:00.002-05:002011-11-06T10:27:21.065-05:00

Unsteady breaths.The hope now faded.There is no turning back from this.It's grip too strong.It's heels dug in deep.Nothing more can be done.Sadness colors everything.Everything you do.Everything you think.There is no escaping.No reprieves.Just this moment.Wondering if there will be another.A final countdown that no one knows when will end.Will it be sudden?Or stretched to torturous lengths?Will

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Better times ahead they say.They arrive too slowly and depart too quickly.Waiting,wanting, needingSomething to give, to changeJust be different.Everyday the sameEat, Sleep, Work.Where's the love?More bills than paycheck.More effort than returns.Mind numbing,Gut wrenching,Heart breaking,Life.It gets better they say.Yeah, right.When?

Ultra Davehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07972162933530146298noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2287199914177543289.post-87001932053032451642011-11-03T13:18:00.002-04:002011-11-03T13:38:14.307-04:00

I'm in a tizzy over all that is going on right now around here. I'm worried about my father and my mother. I wonder what will happen to my mother when my father is gone? I'm concerned that my mother may not live long after he is gone. They have really never been apart much in their 55 year marriage. Hospice will be helping once he is released. That will a great relief on my mother I'm sure. It

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55 years together today.Sadly, they will be celebrating from the hospital this time. My father was admitted Monday due to the pneumonia returning. He is doing much better and should be released Friday or Saturday. I purchased a gift and a card for him to give my mother and placed in his room last night for this morning. (Of course he reimbursed me.) They have had a rough year and a half, but I

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My father had a doctor's appointment yesterday to find out what the CT scan revealed on Tuesday. It's not good news. The cancerous tumor has begin growing again. He still has a touch of pneumonia, but was given some antibiotics for that. He can't have any more radiation treatments. He isn't strong enough for chemo. And the location and condition of his lungs don't allow surgery as an option. The

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At #195.2o more to go and get tightened up.Still a bit scary, but I can see my feet!I feel better than I did at #252!

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Since Jim couldn't make it to the party Saturday because of work, I decided to invite him to the mall for dinner at California Pizza Kitchen Friday night after I got off work. He wasn't sure if he would be leaving work in time, but texted me later to say he could. He drove from the University area all the way over to Southpark Mall, a distance of about 20 miles to see me and he paid for dinner!

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I had my first kiss and cuddle session with Phillip on Sunday evening after work. It was very pleasant snuggled up on the couch next to him, watching a little bit of tv and just talking. He is great at hugging too! It was very nice. My big concern at this point is: I don't particularly like the way he kisses. Since he is big guy, his mouth is larger than mine too, so when he kisses, I feel like

Ultra Davehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07972162933530146298noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2287199914177543289.post-65455127304704266102011-10-10T07:44:00.001-04:002011-10-10T07:45:58.761-04:00

My father got to come home yesterday after a week in the hospital. Now maybe he can rest. I'm so relieved!

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My father is in the hospital with pneumonia on top of his emphysema and asthma. He also took a tumble in the living room this morning, hitting his forehead on the ceramic tile floor, scraping his elbow and shoulder up pretty bad. They have put him on IV antibiotics and did some type of lung treatment. Thankfully, my sister was down to visit today and stayed with them at the emergency room till

Ultra Davehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07972162933530146298noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2287199914177543289.post-15106479335892436592011-10-02T21:44:00.003-04:002011-10-02T22:00:15.335-04:00

While waiting around for Phillip to make plans this weekend, I struck up a conversation with a fella named Jim. He looked handsome in his pics with a very nice body, (yes, one of those sites). After chatting a bit and hitting it off so well, he invited me to dinner at Olive Garden in Monroe. Of course, I said yes! I'm glad I did too! He is even better looking in person! His profile pic didn't do

Ultra Davehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07972162933530146298noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2287199914177543289.post-25168752255572585902011-10-02T10:38:00.000-04:002011-10-02T10:44:08.909-04:00

I'd love to soak in the tub with this guy!

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**This may or may not be wine induced**I just wanna be loved. I wanna be held close by strong arms to a man's well muscled chest and feel protected. I wanna be kissed to the point of almost being consumed. I wanna feel like I am the only reason they get up in the morning. I want to be the reason they return home every evening. I wanna know without a doubt that I mean as much to them as their

Ultra Davehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07972162933530146298noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2287199914177543289.post-38488303909398745922011-09-29T21:24:00.003-04:002011-09-29T21:32:05.956-04:00

I stopped by my parents again this evening from work. My father has had a rough couple of days. My mother set up a doctor's appointment for Friday at 2:30pm. While there isn't much that can be done for the condition, maybe he can get some relief from the constant coughing and maybe that will help him breath easier and sleep better. My mother said he didn't eat hardly anything today. His appetite

Ultra Davehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07972162933530146298noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2287199914177543289.post-21911434622339385772011-09-28T20:53:00.007-04:002011-11-26T20:29:46.419-05:00

It has been a long boring week at work. I finally got my resume to Kay Jewelers. The district manger was there but doing a store visit (one of eleven in 2 days) and didn't have the time to talk. I did get to meet him though and he said we would talk sometime next week. The store manager told me she would be in contact with me as soon as she got back the online test results I had taken. I've got

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I'm sorry you don't think I've been a good friend to you. I think I have. I've invited you to parties, events and places. I took care of you twice when you had gotten sick. Once the first time we ever went out together and you mixed alcohol and a pain pill at Dan and Willie's party in Winston Salem. I drove the hour and half home with you passed out in the passenger seat, after you finally

Ultra Davehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07972162933530146298noreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2287199914177543289.post-10646441445048659612011-09-25T15:35:00.004-04:002011-09-25T15:48:16.596-04:00

The job with Helzberg didn't pan out. Can't say I'm surprised. It had a weird vibe to it anyway.The manager at Kay Jewelers has been talking to me. I had casually mentioned me wanting to leave Macy's and return to a full service jewelry store and that I had worked for Kay before and even helped set up the store she works in. She took it upon herself to check my background with the company, which

Ultra Davehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07972162933530146298noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2287199914177543289.post-65567067246778961432011-09-19T19:16:00.003-04:002011-09-19T19:19:12.460-04:00

Went to the White Party with Tommy.Interesting night.(Btw, lost 8 pounds)

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Wow!

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Me getting ready to mow my parent's 5 acre yard.

Ultra Davehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07972162933530146298noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2287199914177543289.post-56191708460747434002011-09-11T15:03:00.008-04:002011-09-11T15:37:44.085-04:00

I finally have had enough of being fat! Woohoo! I tackled clutter around my home gym this morning and began exercising! Woohoo! It's still crowded in there, but I now have room to do the basic exercises to work my chest, biceps, abs, and shoulders. Woohoo! I'm so excited! I'm all a tingle!I did 3 sets of 5 exercises this morning and had my heart rate up. Of course my warm up cardio was cleaning

Ultra Davehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07972162933530146298noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2287199914177543289.post-76886946978006823912011-09-11T14:51:00.002-04:002011-09-11T15:01:33.845-04:00

I applied a couple of weeks ago with Helzberg Diamonds. I had spoken with the manager on the phone Friday. He asked about my experience in jewelry and such like normal. He also asked if I could pass a drug test, background check and a credit check. I told him the credit check may be iffy given I had to turn in my Saturn a couple of years ago, but no problem with the other two. Everything else is

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I really like this photo!

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I see lots of naked men. I see lots of porn. I see a lot of fetishes. It's all well and good, even if I'm not into it. However, there are a few things that I just don't understand at all. To me personally, I can't find anything about it the lest bit fascinating or erotic. I just don't get it, try as I might. What is up with fisting? Really? Why would you want someones arm up your ass? How can

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Very Nice!

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I'm gonna miss Summer!

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Why am I good enough to share parts of your life with but none of your heart? I like you as a friend, but.... Is there something wrong with me that makes me unsought after romantically? I'm I too friendly? Too caring? Too polite? Too nice? Too fat? Too short? Too hairy? Too poor? Don't drive the right car? Don't live in the right neighborhood? Just what the fuck exactly makes me undate-able and

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Before reading this post, it may be helpful to read the previous post and then the comments. It will help make sense of this one. While I realize this blog has many loyal followers, which I appreciate, this blog does not reflect my life in it's entirety. There are many parts of it, in fact, about 90% of my life prior to me starting the blog in September 2008, that my readers know nothing about.

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Passions. I have many or none, depending on how you define it. Tommy and I actually had this discussion not long ago when I was over. He wanted to know what I like to do/ dreamed of doing/ got excited about / felt passionate about. I couldn't think of anything then and can't now. There are many things I enjoy doing and wish I could do more often, but there isn't one singular thing that sustains

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I wanna lay you down in clouds of white I wanna make love till dark turns to light I wanna feel you wrapped around me tight I want your whispers to tickle my ear I wanna kiss away the past you fear I wanna hold on to you my dear Sweetly we drift into forever Sweetly we slowly meld into the other Sweetly our souls rejoice Our saving grace is love Our blessing is finding one another Our happily

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I'm bored. Listless. I need some excitement. It's the same old tune. I need something or someone in my life to give it purpose. Not saying I'm incomplete without them, just not as fulfilled as I know I could be. Does that make sense? I have time but little money or vice versa. I have friends but they aren't always available or interested in the same things. Maybe more friends would help? Not sure

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A casual touch and a sly smile sends my thoughts a racing. Logic and consequence sweep away in a wave of desire and lust Some small deed or kind word has my mind whirling at possibilities. No mind whether right or wrong for me or us just right now is all that matters Here in this moment lost in a haze of chance All I see is happiness All I feel is bliss All I need is you

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Yesterday, Tommy texted me if I wanted to come over for drinks with him and Jessica at his house. Of course I went. Had a blast too! We listened to music, danced, talked, laughed, hung out and got really drunk! Jessica and I stayed over night as we were way too wasted to go anywhere. I offered to sleep on the couch but Jessica wasn't having it. I might as well have. Even though I was in the guest

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While taking a break from weed eating around my parent's old place this afternoon, sipping my drink and contemplating the world, I was suddenly struck by nature, the beauty of it all. I sat there under the shade of a large oak tree, watching the light shimmer as the slight breeze fluttered the leaves. There was no traffic noise reaching the backside of the house, only the buzz of insects and

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What a morning this has been and I haven't even got to work yet! Went for a breakfast biscuit and to add air the the front left tire. As I was pullling out of the parking lot, the tire blew out! I'm just glad it wasn't in my drive way because it slopes or on the highway and have to deal with the traffic and sweating in my work clothes. Small favors right? I visited with my parents yesterday. Got

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Not sure where all the introspection is coming from lately. Guess I've reached that point that I'm not content and I'm trying to figure out why. Obviously, my parent's health have some bearing on this. The hold up with selling their old place and figuring out do we subdivide or not is a weight as well. Of course there is the whole job/money thing. I had kinda hoped working again would alleviate

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Why having a dog is better than having a man. Dogs love unconditionally. If a dog is upset with you, you know why and it makes sense. Dogs don't lie. Dogs are affectionate. Dogs are faithful to the very end. Dogs don't cheat on you. Dogs will always check up on you. Dogs can't get close enough to you. If a dog has issues, they are easier to fix. Dogs are easier to train. You always know where

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The only reason to watch football.

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It begins and ends cooking or cleaning relaxing or busy alone or not Just another moment waking up or sleeping walking or standing sitting or leaning Just another thing here or there or somewhere else a talk or a thought a kiss or a cuddle a hug hello or goodbye There's just something about you and I like it

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Remembrances of times past The good and the bad the happy and sad hidden from view A quick scribble Nothing of consequence brief and untidy words on a scrap of paper Hadn't seen light in months nearly forgotten till today A broad smile the memory sweet and all it said was "Howdy"

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Greatness appears from deep sadness or extreme tribulations it seems. Nothing is so inspiring as facing a loss of personal monumental magnitude to get the creative juices flowing. Nothing prods one onward to magnificent heights as the desire to overcome a tragedy. To rise above any fray, one must first learn how it came about. This is where so many fall short. The lack of introspection and laying

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Well, today I had to pawn 2 pieces of jewelry to pay the electric bill. I hated to do it but, I can't leave Izzy in a hot trailer all day long or do without the refrigerator. I'll get them out of hock before the month is out. I'd rather pay the ridiculous fee to the pawn shop than go to my parents for money. I'm gonna be late this month on the lot rent because of having to pay the power bill

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"Row, row, row your boat..." (Yes, we have had that much rain.)

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I love men. Yep, no doubt about that. For the most part, I love all men, with few exceptions. Now that the obvious is out of the way, let's talk about what trips my trigger, and floats my boat.I look more for characteristics and qualities than physical type. That is a little harder to spot without taking the time to get to know someone. Not saying there aren't types that get my attention, but

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Seriously?

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While I have been through a lot of experiences both good and bad. And I can relate to just about anything most people have been through, it is still filtered through my experiences, my values, my ideals, my beliefs. My perspective is skewed by these to varying degrees. I usually fail to take into account that not everyone has the resiliency, the familial support, or intellect I do (not that I'm

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What do I want to talk about? No idea. There are so many things running through my head right now. Of course Tommy and his situation, but I'm actually weary of posting about him. Same with post about my parents. Same with post about work. Sadly, that is about all my life consist of at the moment. Maybe that is the problem, nothing is really happening that is worthy of a post. Jessica, Kevin and

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Don’t tease or mislead me.Don’t play games with my affection or friendship.Don’t intentionally hurt or use me.Do give me the respect and consideration I have shown you.Do let me know you care in word or deed.Do give me an honest chance for both of our happiness.

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If the wingnuts think that conversion therapy works, lets turn a straight person gay. After all, they believe sexuality is malleable so they can be turned back right? And they believe the process to be harmless, so it should be ok, correct? ~ Ultra Dave

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Everyone gets 4 choices in every situation in life.1- The Right Choice2 - A Good Choice3 - No Choice4 - A Bad Choice~ Ultra Dave

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“From the beginning I was enchanted with you. You cast your spell and I fell hard. Not a day since has past without you on my mind. Your tease, your flirts keep me trapped and wishing. I gasp at the sight of you. My heart races when you draw near. I feel my skin flush at your touch. Such an achingly beautiful man you are, inside and out. My soul screams out for it’s mate. Our hugs are never long

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Some days just suck. They start off teasing you with promises of sunshine, but then they turn stormy. People are like days in some ways. The dark and the light. The stormy and calm. The hot and the cold. Full of promise and mystery. Full of the expected and routine. Both people and days come and go. Some days and some people, you will remember forever. Most mix it all together but the best make

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The infamous Lip Lock exposed!

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I would like to think I'm issue free, but honestly, I doubt that is truly the case. Tommy remarked once that I had the least issues of anyone he had ever met. It made me smile, but I secretly wondered if he was just being kind or still didn't know me that well. It may have been a case of both. I do have issues, though they are minute and I hide them very well. I have things that push my buttons.

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There are sides of me yet undiscovered by those around me. A few, even from myself. I like learning and growing as a person. I think that it is such a noble thing to do, to be in constant evolution of one's self. Those that only chase the material things in life, fall short on substance and understanding. I feel sorry for those who never question beyond what they have been taught. I feel they

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I love it when a guyHugs me from behindKisses my neck or nuzzles my earis playful or teasesnotice the little things about me or my lifegives long hugs for no reasonwants to takes pictures togethermakes the first movehas pet names for me (and me for him)is affectionatelikes to cuddle watching TV or a DVDlooks at me that certain way that lets you know they want you and care about youNow to find the

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My uncle Russell passed away Tuesday. His long fight with cancer and emphysema is finally over. I had made mention of it a while back ago in a post. I have been surprised at how long he has lasted after all he had been through. He was my father's youngest sibling and the first to pass away. My father isn't showing much emotion, at the moment, but I'm sure it is hitting him hard. They have always

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Last evening, I went outside to smoke. Tommy was on the couch watching tv. Most times he joins me and we chat while I do my little dirty deed. He stayed inside. Our drinking the night before wore him out. I sat down on the patio and gazed west, over the neighbors houses. I could see the trees on the other side of them standing proud against the sky. There were clouds scattered about that caught

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Reserved. Pensive. Sedate. But maybe I'm just boring, shy and unsure of myself. I have my moments for each. Sometimes all in one day. I would like to think those that have known me for any length of time understand this and see past those less than stellar moments (depression not withstanding). Like everyone else on the planet, I have good days and bad. The good I hope out weights the bad, though

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After laying around all day Friday and doing nothing, I texted Tommy to see what he was doing. We texted back and forth for a while, then made plans. I drove to his place and picked him up. We went to the liquor store and the grocery store. Constantly chattering about anything and everything. Once back at his place, he cooked hamburgers and made Lemon Drop Martinis. I told him I didn't bring my

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This has been a strange month health wise for me. Normally, I'll have a headache or an upset stomach during the course of a month. Nothing protracted, just normal stuff everyone experiences occasionally. But this month is different. I have missed three days because of being "under the weather". And these haven't been the typical I experience either. Let me describe it.A low grade migraine that

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Tommy and I are going to see this Saturday afternoon, followed by cooking out and hang time at his place. He asked me when my curfew was? Curious.

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Only in Japan...

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Sizing up the competition!

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Today is my mother's birthday!She turns 72!I've never known anyone with sucha capacity for love and compassion.She is my inspiration.Happy Birthday!

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Nothing has really changed around here lately. My father is still on the continually slow decline health wise. My parents have managed to get to the lake house twice this year so far. I'm glad about that. Who knows when will be the last time they get to enjoy it together. I'm still battling the bulge. In fact, I've actually gained about 10 pounds. I attribute it to stress and lack of selection

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