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Please check it out.  This is NOT a candidate trying to sell you something.  This man has actually got a workable energy plan for America, and this daughter of the oilfield supports it.  I only wish I could buy a car that is fueled by natural gas now.  (Even if the nearest station is 90 miles from me!)

www.PickensPlan.com

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I don't like to draw things out or talk about my issues much but here is why I've been gone:

1. My Toshiba died and had to be resuscitated in intensive care.  She survived a very delicate operation, however, all her memory had to be wiped to save her. She lost many, many family and friends pictures (including those of my late father), but I have her back in peak health, for which I thank the Goddess.

2. I've had two mini-strokes in the past six weeks, and basically my doctor is quite puzzled.  Yes, there are things I can do to minimize the damage, but basically I have to get my act together and that may mean quitting my job.  Even though I love it, 14-16 hour days are not good for Rhonda.  I'm having to minimize alcohol in my life (I confess I've been drinking more than I should), but mainly, it's my stress, sleep and diet that she's worried about.  I only sleep about 5 hours a night, my stress....being a manager at WalMart pays between 30-60K a year, but damn, do you pay in blood for it.  I only have one day off a week now and I'm subject to call in for that day.  I always thought my diet was good, you know?  But it's mainly "grab whatever I have time for" now.  So, I'm largely back to being a semi-vegetarian, some tuna and chicken.  I can eat salad for every meal, I love it that much.  She said I could have all the fruits and veggies I want, but she has outlawed 3 things: V8 juice, pickles and bacon.  Ok, I can give up the bacon, I'll drink low sodium V8, and I'll only eat a pickle once a week.  The funny thing is I lost 5 lbs. at this last visit.  In four weeks, I've gone from my cholesterol being 168 to 365 Friday.  She grabbed my face and said, "If you continue this way, you will be dead in a year." 

I don't want to be dead in a year.  If it's my time, then yeah, I'm ready, but I'd rather hang around and see what life holds for me.  So, I'm gonna try.  Y'all wish me luck please.

Talk continues between Aubrey and I about moving to South Texas as early as next year.  The problem is his mother.  She's in a nursing home here and we are her sole family members. (Aubrey has a sister, but she hasn't seen her mother in over 15 years.  She's a selfish bitch from hell.)  She would have to go in a nursing home near us wherever we go.  If I can handle WalMart for 1.5 more months, I can ask for a transfer to a store down there.   Problem is, which town? 

Aubrey says it's important that we be a few hours from Spirithaven. He says it's for me, but he's the one that says every night, "I cannot wait till we go".  Thank you Goddess for your hand on his heart.  Even if he professes Christianity till the day he dies, I know that he loves and honors the Goddess as she reveals herself in me.

I'm going to copy this to my MySpace as I've said all that's in my heart lately.  I hope you all are well and happy.  I love you all!

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One day my mother was out and my dad was in charge of me and my brother who is four years older than I am. I was maybe 1 and a half years old and had just recovered from an accident in which my arm had been broken among other injuries.

Someone had given me a little 'tea set' as a get-well gift
and it was one of my favorite toys. Daddy was in the living
room engrossed in the evening news and my brother was
playing nearby in the living room when I brought Daddy a
little cup of 'tea', which was just water.
After several cups of tea and lots of praise for such yummy tea,  
my Mom came home. My Dad made her wait in the living room  
to watch me bring him a cup of tea, because it was 'just the cutest thing!!'

My Mom waited, and sure enough, here I come down the
hall with a cup of tea for Daddy and she watches him drink
it up, then says, 'Did it ever occur to you that the only place
that baby can reach to get water is the toilet??' 

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In a Chicago hospital, a gentleman had made several attempts to get into the men's restroom, but it had always been occupied.
A nurse noticed his predicament.
Sir, she said ' You may use the ladies room if you promise not to touch any of the buttons on the wall.'
 
He did what he needed to, and as he sat there he noticed the buttons he had promised not to touch.
Each button was identified by letters: WW , WA , PP, and a red one labeled ATR.
Who would know if he touched them?

He couldn't resist. He pushed WW. warm water was sprayed gently upon his bottom.
What a nice feeling, he thought. Men's restrooms don't have nice things like this.
Anticipating greater pleasure, he pushed the WA button. Warm air replaced the warm water, gently drying his underside.

When this stopped, he pushed the PP button. A large powder puff caressed his bottom adding a fragile scent of spring flower to this unbelievable pleasure.. The ladies restroom was more than a restroom, it is tender loving pleasure.

When the powder puff completed its pleasure, he couldn't wait to push the ATR button which he knew would be supreme ecstasy.

Next thing he knew he opened his eyes, he was in a hospital bed, and a nurse was staring down at him.

'What happened?' he exclaimed. The last thing I remember was pushing the ATR button.
'The button ATR is an Automatic Tampon Remover. Your penis is under your pillow.'

        MEN NEVER LISTEN
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A redneck was stopped by a game warden in Central Mississippi recently with two ice chests full of fish. The game warden was a recent transplant from the state of New York.
 
The redneck was leaving a cove well-known for its fishing.

The game warden asked the man, 'Do you have a license to catch those fish?'  
 
'Naw, sir', replied the redneck. "I ain't got none of them there licenses. " 
  
  "I will have to confiscate these fish in the coolers as evidence of illegal fishing" says the game warden.
 
"You must understand, these here are my pet fish."

"Pet fish?" , replies the "Yankee" game warden.

'Yeah.  Every night, I take these here fish down to the lake and let 'em swim 'round for awhile.  Then, when I whistle, they jump right back into these here ice chests and I take 'em home.'

'That's a bunch of hooey! Fish can't do that.'

The redneck looked at the warden for a moment and then said, 'It's the truth Mr. Government Man.
 
I'll show ya. It really works.'

'O. K.', said the warden. 'I've got to see this!'

The redneck poured the fish into the lake and stood and waited. After several minutes, the warden says, 'Well?'

'Well, what?', says the redneck.

The warden says, 'When are you going to call them back?'

'Call who back?'

'The FISH', replied the warden!

'What fish?', replied the redneck.

Moral of the story: We may not be as smart as some city slickers, but we ain't as dumb as some government employees, especially ones who come from up north!You can say what you want about the South, but you never hear of anyone retiring and moving north. 

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One day, a man came home and was greeted by his wife dressed in a very Sexy nightie. 'Tie me up,' she purred, 'and you can do anything you want.' So he tied her up and went golfing. 
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A woman came home, screeching her car into the driveway, and ran into the house. She slammed the door and shouted at the top of her lungs, 'Honey, pack your bags. I won the lottery!'
The husband said, 'Oh my God! What should I pack, beach stuff or mountain stuff?' 'Doesn't matter,' she said. 'Just get out.' ********************************************
Marriage is a relationship in which one person is always right, and the other is a husband. 
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A Polish immigrant went to the DMV to apply for a driver's license. First, of course, he had to take an eye sight test The optician showed him a card with the letters

C Z W I X N O S T A C Z.' 'Can you read this?' the optician asked. 'Read it?' the Polish guy replied, 'I know the guy.' ***********************************************
Mother Superior called all the nuns together and said to them, 'I must tell you all something. We have a case of gonorrhea in the convent.' 'Thank God,' said an elderly nun at the back. 'I'm so tired of chardonay. 
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A wife was making a breakfast of fried eggs for her husband. Suddenly, her husband burst into the kitchen. 'Careful,' he said, 'CAREFUL! Put in some more butter! Oh my gosh! You're cooking too many at once. TOO MANY! Turn them! TURN THEM NOW! We need more butter. Oh my gosh! WHERE are we going to get MORE BUTTER? They're going to STICK! Careful. CAREFUL! I said be CAREFUL! You NEVER listen to me when you're cooking! Never! Turn them! Hurry up! Are you CRAZY? Have you LOST your mind? Don't forget to salt them. You know you always forget to salt them. Use the salt, USE THE SALT! THE SALT!' The wife stared at him. 'What in the world is wrong with you? You think I don't know how to fry a couple of eggs?' The husband calmly replied, 'I just wanted to show you what it feels like when I'm driving.' 
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Fifty-one years ago, Herman James, a North Carolina mountain man, was drafted by the Army. On his first day in basic training, the Army issued him a comb. That afternoon the Army barber sheared off all his hair. On his second day, the Army issued Herman a toothbrush. That afternoon the Army dentist yanked seven of his teeth. On the third day, the Army issued him a jock strap. The Army has been looking for Herman for 51 years.

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That's the forecast today.  Only downer is the lack of moisture.  We had one snowfall on Thanksgiving Day and a few flurries, but no rain in over 5 months.  Desert indeed.  No wonder everyone is sick.

Everyone is my family is doing pretty well.  We've had the cold bugs and stomach bugs, but they have not lasted long.  12-13 hour days at work are taking a toll on my leg and hip, but so far I'm managing the pain with motrin.  The funny thing is that I'm on my feet for at least 10 of those hours.  I know I couldn't hang sitting at a desk all that time.  Seems like everyone at the store spends most of their time trying to figure out how to get promoted. My next step up would require travel four days a week and a move to the City of Aliens, Roswell.  No thanks.  I do believe I can work here as the Hobbs APC until I retire.  If Aubrey and I can work for 15 more years, we should be able to retire to the Gulf Coast with financial security.

Work is good.  Boss is happy with me, I'm happy with him.  I have a co-worker who has always been an ass to me, but my word is law when it comes to security or safety at my Wal~Mart, so he'll have to deal with that.  Tomorrow I hire two APA's (Asset Protection Associates) to be my eyes and ears in the store and to do the majority of the surveillance and takedowns.  I've surprised myself with my ability to surveil, chase and take down shoplifters.  My only injury thus far is a dislocated thumb.  As for my new APA's, one is a former corrections officer with 6 years of experience.  Cisco is 34 years old, Mexican, bilingual and he's hot as hell, lol.  I really have to focus when I'm looking into those eyes. *g*  Steven is someone who grew up with my boys.  He is 25 and just finished a 5 year hitch with the Navy as a military policeman.  

Earl cleaned the balcony last week (without being asked!) and all those empty pots have me itching to start planting.  I will stick to salad greens and flowers this year, as I will have very little time until my APA's are trained.  My ash trees are budded out and their branches are so happy gently swaying in the breeze.  Such a sense of renewal and hope flow from them, you simply cannot be sad or depressed in their presence.

So today!  My first day off in a while.  So far, I've refilled the bird seed and water on the balcony.  Finches and a curve-billed thrasher have decided our balcony is the best restaurant around *g*.  I want to build houses for the finches.  Not sure I'll have time, but you know I'll try!  I've read the Sunday paper and started my laundry.  Next, I will get Earl up, do more laundry, watch the race, go to a Pell grant workshop for Earl at 2 p.m. and cook a big family supper tonight.  Kenny's new girlfriend and her little boy will join us.  

Just a side note on Brandon.  He moved out two weeks ago (I think) with these words, "I'll be back on my next day off for the rest of my stuff".  Not a word of thanks to my husband or me for giving him shelter, food, vacations, etc. for a year.  Now, I don't require any thanks from him, what I gave, I gave freely with no expectation. But I'm very upset that he did not have the courtesy to say something to Aubrey.  That's always going to be my worst failing...assuming that everyone has the same code of ethics, hospitality and courtesy that we raised our children with.  Ah well, Brandon now travels his own path as we travel ours.  May your life be blessed, Brandon.  Even though you no longer care for us, I'm still going to be here for you if you need something.  *laughs*  You've always seen that desire in me to help people as a curse.  I see it only as a blessing.  I leave you with these words: "Think carefully about the path you are on, the darkness grows closer".   Kenny will take you the rest of your stuff and collect our key.

On to more pleasant subjects, Kenny and I are going to build a small, portable aviary. I love birds.  A trait I inherited from my mother.  Oh! And I must remember to buy a new hummingbird feeder.  Their return from Central Mexico is only weeks away.  

I'm watching birds on the balcony as I write this.  There are 6 finches fighting over some croissants that I bought for sandwiches Monday.  The thrasher was here earlier to get his share.  I've also seen a woodpecker and blue jay this year.  Every evening, if I get home before dark, I'm treated to the sound of a flock of pigeons cooing from the rooftop of the complex.

So life is good, lighter somehow.  Beltane is less than 8 weeks away.  Aubrey and I are considering going down for a work weekend in a few weeks.  We have several families who wish to camp with us, but if it's only Amanda's bunch, my bunch and another family, that will be fine as well.  So, we need to get our campsite ready.  Skywolf has publicly named me her successor as Outlands Lead Rep, so I must prepare in case the vote does indeed go my way.  It will be so good to be around my magickal family, again.  This time, the emotional vampires will not have sway over my family, I now recognize them for what they are and I will not allow them to harm what I consider mine.  Shields will be at maximum, trust me.  I've learned some tricks since October.  

Okay, almost race time, must go watch Tony and Junior.  *sighs happily as she envisions Carl Edwards' engine blowing up"