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  1. http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v432/spiritcreekmountain/IMG_20150123_192142.jpg http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v432/spiritcreekmountain/BeautyPlus_20150115121534_save.jpg http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v432/spiritcreekmountain/BeautyPlus_20141224153422_save.jpg http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v432/spiritcreekmountain/BeautyPlus_20150108202241_save.jpg New family member, Matilda. Registered Arabian hors . http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v432/spiritcreekmountain/20141221_194209.jpg My eldest offsprings Christmas gift I got her. An Epiphone guitar,and amp.
  2. My lord!! Has it been 10 years already? !?! Ten freaking YEA! How could I miss such a milestone for you guys!
  3. This is what pissed me the f**k off today. It all started yesterday, when I get to work and see that some of my sales that I had were taken and put into my coworkers names. (Yes, I gave my notice a week ago, and I think this is how I'm getting repaid for that!) My boss took me up into his office and had an hour long discussion at me. I won't say with me, because he took over and hour to berate me for leaving. He told me that I'm basically self serving, self centered, selfish and that I do nothing but bring others down around me. Today has been pretty stressful, but nothing I can't handle. I've been through way worse. I refuse to allow anyone to manipulate me through the things that are important to me. I refuse to allow anyone to try and make me feel horrible for the choices I make for the betterment of my family. I refuse to allow anyone to try and make me feel badly for anything anymore. They can insult me all they want: telling me that I'm a horrible person, that I'm unreliable, that I won't be successful in my new job, that I'm never going to be happy, that I do nothing but bring people down and that I'm self serving and self important and a generally horrible person. He even tried to manipulate me by using Eric, my family, telling me that I'm unreliable, that I won't be successful at my new position (because I'm selfish and can't manage a team, even though I won't be managing a team! He also said I don't have enough experience!!!) He spent the hour putting me down, hoping to get some sort of reaction from me. (In hopes of getting me to stay...?) Great! That's just one persons opinion. It really sucks that I thought this person was a friend, and something tells me that he's being investigated for his people leaving him all the time... I'm not even going to bother telling him how I see things. It's not worth the argument. I don't need justification for my choices and I don't need others to know I'm correct in my choices. I don't need any one's approval. I don't need it for my 'fragile self confidence' or anything else. I'm confident in my strength, my choices, and my actions. The only reason why someone would be pissed is if they were in the wrong in the first place and I've called them out on it and their ego's can't handle being wrong. I have zero need to sit and argue with someone about my choices. I sat there while he was insulting me and trying to get any sort of reaction out of me and I was stone faced. My eyes may have watered a little bit because I was so. f***ing. pissed. But, other than that, I didn't get upset, I didn't cry. I didn't argue. I didn't say anything. It hurts that I've lost a good friend. But, I've lost much worse and I survived. Life moves on and people heal.
  4. http://abcnews.go.com/US/tracy-morgan-entourage-latest-victims-black-dragon/story?id=24047866 So sad. I hope he makes a speedy recovery! I like him a lot! :(
  5. I freaking love LOVE popping pimples. The dry ones that come out in tubes, or the really hard, white ones. It's like human bubble wrap. So soothing... I am FASCINATED by jets. Take offs, landings... Their engines are so interesting to me. I love how they sound. Their power is sheer awesome sauce. Now that I've made the comment about popping pimples, I can't get the image of the female breast with maggots in the areola out of my head... *shudder* Ew. WTF.
  6. At the risk of making another double post, I'll just say that I have no idea how I double postso much. Aliens. Sure, why not? Cuz, Aliens. That's why. ;)
  7. At the risk of making another double post, I'll just say that I have no idea how I double postso much. Aliens.
  8. What. In. The. Actual. f**k. f**k. f**k. f**k. f**k. f**k. f**k. f**k. f**k. f**k. f**k. f**k. f**k. f**k. f**k. f**k. f**k.f**k. f**k. f**k. f**k. f**k. f**k. f**k. f**k.f**k. f**k. f**k. f**k. f**k. f**k. f**k. f**k.f**k. f**k. f**k. f**k. f**k. f**k. f**k. f**k.f**k. f**k. f**k. f**k. f**k. f**k. f**k. f**k.f**k. f**k. f**k. f**k. f**k. f**k. f**k. f**k.f**k. f**k. f**k. f**k. f**k. f**k. f**k. f**k.f**k. f**k. f**k. f**k. f**k. f**k. f**k. f**k.f**k. f**k. f**k. f**k. f**k. f**k. f**k. f**k.f**k. f**k. f**k. f**k. f**k. f**k. f**k. f**k.f**k. f**k. f**k. f**k. f**k. f**k. f**k. f**k.f**k. f**k. f**k. f**k. f**k. f**k. f**k. f**k.f**k. f**k. f**k. f**k. f**k. f**k. f**k. f**k.f**k. f**k. f**k. f**k. f**k. f**k. f**k. f**k.f**k. f**k. f**k. f**k. f**k. f**k. f**k. f**k.f**k. f**k. f**k. f**k. f**k. f**k. f**k. f**k.f**k. f**k. f**k. f**k. f**k. f**k. f**k. f**k.f**k. f**k. f**k. f**k. f**k. f**k. f**k. f**k.f**k. f**k. f**k. f**k. f**k. f**k. f**k. f**k.f**k. f**k. f**k. f**k. f**k. f**k. f**k. f**k.f**k. f**k. f**k. f**k. f**k. f**k. f**k. f**k.f**k. f**k. f**k. f**k. f**k. f**k. f**k. f**k.f**k. f**k. f**k. f**k. f**k. f**k. f**k. f**k.f**k. f**k. f**k. f**k. f**k. f**k. f**k. f**k.f**k. f**k. f**k. f**k. f**k. f**k. f**k. f**k.f**k. f**k. f**k. f**k. f**k. f**k. f**k. f**k.f**k. f**k. f**k. f**k. f**k. f**k. f**k. f**k.f**k. f**k. f**k. f**k. f**k. f**k. f**k. f**k.f**k. f**k. f**k. f**k. f**k. f**k. f**k. f**k.f**k. f**k. f**k. f**k. f**k. f**k. f**k. f**k.f**k. f**k. f**k. f**k. f**k. f**k. f**k. f**k.f**k. f**k. f**k. f**k. f**k. f**k. f**k. f**k.f**k. f**k. f**k. f**k. f**k. f**k. f**k. f**k.f**k. f**k. f**k. f**k. f**k. f**k. f**k. f**k.f**k. f**k. f**k. f**k. f**k. f**k. f**k. f**k. No.
  9. Whats with you and your double posts, Sheldy?
  10. There was a restaraunt here in downtown Portland, OR called Hung Far Low. I have a photo with my sister and I standing in front of it just roaring. Next to that sign, the Cocktails sign was half way burned out... It said... Hung Far Low Cock
  11. I got a transfer and promotion with Allstate. I've been accepted in a new office as an office manager with an increase in commissions by 5% for a new commission base anywhere from 10%-15% with a $1000 increase in base. Plus, I get a decent schedule with Monday-Friday and the chance to work one day from home with my girls. :7up:
  12. That made me tear up a bit. I have stuffed horse that has been there with me. That horse is 38 years old. I remember the fit I threw because I wanted him, and I remember my mom going back into the store to get him and threw him towards me when she came back out. His name is Horace. My youngest still sleeps with him and he's now got lipstick smeared on his cheek from her falling asleep with him after big sis gave her a make over. I love that little horse. I still pick him up gently and hug him.
  13. Spring: White, fluffy clouds that start off a blue sky morning. As the evening wears on, the day get's warmer and more humid. The pavement is warm, the sky is slightly hazy from the humidity. The clouds congregate in the sky to form a supercell of storms. There's rumbling in the distance that brings the excitement of storms. The wind is rushing to the storm in the inflow. The day ends with thunder, lightning and some rains. Summer: The day is warm, about 70-80 degrees with low humidity. The nights are warm as well. The windows in the house stay open all the time, and the mornings start off with hanging out in the cool garage surrounded by motorcycles, the smell of fuel, awesome music, and coffee warmed hands holding each other as we talk about the day. The night finds us sitting at the fire pit talking about the day that was, the days that will be and more hand holding. Autumn: Crisp mornings that heat up into warm days with a cool breeze. Crispy trees that give way to bright, vivid, warm fall colors that gently fall in the wind. Sometimes, it rains lightly, but most of the time, the brigh sun and the warm fall days are the best. I love the cozy fall fashions and the pumpkin spice lattes. Winter: Dark grey skies that are promising snow. Bright sunny days that are chilling to the bone with pale blue skies, and naked trees.
  14. So, my momma had surgery on Thursday. What a f***ing day... I couldn't sleep at all. Eric was moody, and I was hormonal and a wreck. I woke up to the barn owner sending me a 7 text text that was explaining how she's sick and damn tired of me blaming my financial issues on her (WTF?! I never once said that at all! I never said anything negative about her!!! Stupid barn gossips!) and gave me until the 1st to get the horse out, blah blah blah... So, then I get ready to leave for the hospital, my stomach is in knots. I get to the hospital, and I was late getting there because of traffic and taking a wrong turn in my distress... I get there, and I saw my moms boyfriend, and I just broke down. I didn't get to see her before she went into surgery. He said the dr told him it would take 3.5 hours. 2 hours into it, the pager went off. I freaked the f**k out because I just knew something went wrong. We waited in the consult room for the dr. and he came in to say that the surgery went smoother than expected and we will know in 3-5 weeks if further treatment or no treatment is needed. 30 mins later we were in the recovery room with her. Her color was great, she was sitting up and had her cantankerous look on her face, which told me she would be fine. She was up and walking in the time it took me to walk to the restroom and back and got herself dressed and was heading home. Her lips are bruised in two places from the breathing apparatus and her throat is sore. She's still sore and didn't have to have a colostomy bag at all. Two hours later, the horse sold to a lady that has been super stressful since the horse went lame again while she was trying her out (she only has stone bruises in her feet, nothing more serious than that) and she ended up buying her. The horse was delievered yesterday. The last week has been hell on wheels. One of the worst weeks I've ever had, actually. I got promised weekends off for my family, and then it was taken away a day later. Eric was under a ton of stress and was taking it out on me, and all of this made me feel like vomiting for the last few days. I'm down to a lower weight again (which is great!) but I was finally able to eat last night. So, everything is good. Eric is good, I'm good. The girls are good. My momma is really good for now! Horse is happy and good. When I said goodbye to her yesterday, I walked up to her, she raised her head out of the grass she was eating that she wouldn't raise her head for anybody for... I wrapped my arms around her head, she leaned into me with a really soft look in her eye. Her ears relaxed and we just stood there. Stock still. I started crying. The horse was tearing up. She knew. She was sad, you could feel it and see it. The husband and the 18 year old son even started crying. The husband took me into a bear hug and kissed my forehead. The horse has an awesome place to live. This is her resting place. She will die there. She has huge green fields, a 50 sq ft stall thats bedded deeply with straw, other critters and horses to keep her company and a family that's already in love with her. I couldn't be happier for her. I'm sad though because she was a gift from my momma when my granny passed 3 years ago... It just sucks, but I found her a really good home and everyone is ok. The girls miss her, but we can always go see her. She lives close by.
  15. :LMAO: I love the phone laughing too! I had goats on my phone that I forgot to turn off at a wedding...
  16. My coworker who is also a good friend, threw me under the bus at work for texting too much when she went off on me about not helping my customers when I'm on my weekend. She told me that I would no longer get credit for them if they call and I'm not at work. Not her place to say that at all. She's not the manager. She's not even a superior. She was pissed at me because she handed me her cousins phone number to call her after 3:30. I got so busy with customers in the office actually buying auto policies that I wasn't finished until 6 pm when I had to leave as I had a very important appointment after work. The customers came in at 2:45 pm. The next day, it was my saturday, she asked me if I had a chance to get to her cousin. I told her what I just said ^^^ up there, and she got pissed at me and then said she was going to give her to someone else. Then sent me that text saying I wasn't going to get credit for my customers on my days off. We all help each other out here. If my colleagues costumers call on their days off, I set them up! It's common courtesy. She blamed it on being frustrating at work and then told my boss that I spend way too much time texting. My texting is work related with customers texting me for quotes and such. She's texting personal stuff way more than I'm even texting. I'm f***ing pissed. Good girl friends aren't ever worth it evidently. f**k them. My last one tried to break up Eric and I several times and is going around trying to be me. She dresses like me, wears the same clothes, perfumes. She even changed her hair cut and color to mine and has tried to pick up the same hobbies. She's f***ing creepy. This one, after 2.5 years of holding off on having any close friends at all, has turned into a snot and tried to get my ass in trouble. f**k them all. All of them. Online friends are way better. If I need to do anything with anyone, it will be my kids or Eric. I prefer to be alone anyway.
  17. Did you guys buy a home?? I love the feeling of a nice, clean, cozy home. Especially when it's stormy outside.
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