My mans family is an odd bunch. Probably as strange as yours. We all think our families are a little nutty except for us. How could that bunch of wierdos turn out someone as normal as us? We must be perfect, we set the scale for perfection. Anything less must be abnormal as are everyone else.

Where to start? A drug addict, an alcoholic, a nympho, victims of child abuse, holy rolling bible thumper, a gambler, gays and other perverts, a felon (some caught), "bastard child" and some just bastards, a reformed whore (or any thing else), a mentally ill.....Wait a minute that's mine and some of these are me.

Never mind they seem to be pretty normal after all.

Almost forgot like so many of us do. This is Veterans day. My man a Vietnam vet had to remind me. I couldn't end the day without mentioning it.

Thank you to all you veterans, there wouldn't be an America without you. You fought enemies of this country sometimes dying for causes you didn't necessarily agree with. Your country needed you and you rose to squarely face that need. Offering your lives to insure the rest of us could have the freedoms of this country. With the American spirit with you, you helped make this the greatest nation on earth.

Go ahead raise that glass, we salute you. You deserve it.

A friend of ours is a long haul trucker and is away from home for extended periods of time. While he is out earning their living his wife has an ongoing nearly live in companion. Without even trying to hide it she and her part time man go about the community together as a couple.

We of course tried to stay out of this. Bob (just as easily Bill) talked about this to us while at our house Saturday. Turns out he knew of the "friend" all along and was not only good with it but encouraged the affair. He kept his knowlwdge of it to himself so as to not ruin it for her. He said that it made him happy that she could take care of her needs and security without him there. This way he didn't have to worry about her or losing her to anyone else. I guess an odd comfort in knowing his homework was being taken care of. Her two lives insured his one.

I couldn't help think "what a dumbass". Another man is living his life and he thinks it's great. He is right in that when home she is with him making him the
number one man.

A concept that I wouldn't accept for myself but it seems to work for them. I wonder how the odd man thinks about this. How could it not be strange for all of them?

We told him he should tell her he knows. He said he was afraid it would ruin it for her and he would be worried about her again.

Maybe I'm the dumbass for applying my opions to someone elses situation. After all he doesn't understand our having a girlfriend.

A Little lifes lesson.

In order to have a perfect lawn you have to send time every week mowing fertilizing and weeding.

Every week all you life you mow that lawn. No matter how hot or how it nearly beats you to death you are out there every week.

You have the prettiest lawn in town.

One day in the hottest part of summer you are out there sweating and fighting the heat to mow and keep that lawn perfect. Just as you are finishing, the heat and physical stress overcome you and you drop dead.

A week later the lawn needs mowing and it looks like you were never there.

What a bitch I must seem to You.
After rereading some of the things i have written it looks as though I'm bitter and pissed off at everything and everyone. Appearing as though I only look for the bad in others it must read as "I hate everyone" and "Fuck'em all". Since most will lie and let you down it has come to be expected. Shit on enough, you will stink right along with them.

Really inside I am such a sweet heart. Hearts doves flowers and all that sweet shit. Don't you believe it?

Damn I'm such a liar. I am a mean bitch that expects the worse in others. I like to make grown men cry.

Maybe I should try domination. Thats the image I should want. Leather, whips, high boots and chains holding flowers in a room filled with soft music and doves flying and cooing all around. Quoting browning as I raise my name in your bare flesh with my cat. Grinding my spikes into your balls as I confess love and devotion. Sultry purrings of your soft loving sexual skils fill your ears and mind as I ram home my favorite footlong. I know those are screams of delight. Pink leather is more fitting, don't you think? Naw, blazing red like the true devils bitch I am.

Welcome to the journey through Hell you volunteered for to be with me.

Maybe that quack was right. He "could have straightened me out" but where is the fun in that? Isn't Lithium for batteries anyway?

I am in Arkansas. Before Bill Clinton (the famous Blow Job and blue dress heard around the world) most couldn't find us on a map. Some weren't even sure it wasn't a fictional place. "Southerners" didn't recognize us as part of the south even though we were part of the conferderacy. Regional descriptions place us in the southwest and Louisana in the south but we are right on top of La. Bordered by the Mississippi river with Tennessee on the other side.
The great exodus in the 30's dust bowl and depression years sent many Arkies and Okies to California in search of a better life after losing farms and a way of life. The poor pilgrims with all their belonging overwhelmed social programs and the job market and created great resentment with local citizens and stressed govenments similar to the problem of illegal imigrants of today. The Arkies and Okies were considered unclean uneducated inbreed misfit white trash, Stories were spread of their ignorance and low character. Evil toothless moonshining low lifes constantly feuding and having sex with their young children were common beliefs. Stealing and plundering was considered their primary vocation. Thought to be too lazy and untrainable it left them unemployable to some. This left many of these transplants with no way to support themselves or their families. Some had no choice but to fall upon the social programs overloading the system. Crime increased as desperation drove some to extreme measures to feed their families. This only fueled the image of dirty ignorant inbreed inferior people trapped in a class low by segregation and discrimation.
This image was a popular belief of the time (and still is somewhat) prompting editorials, comic strips, books and many characters in plays and movies. Hollywood , seeing the migration and the reception to it created a stereotype of the Hillbilly that would be useful and entertaining in their movies. Depicted as crude and ignorant they were played as comical idiots or cold blooded villians. At best they we portrayed as country wise, patronised by the more sophisticated. The image still remains as common lore. When a backwards redneck or a common southerner is needed they always roll out the stereotypical Arkie hillybilly from dog patch, dog named named blue, bare foot in overalls, fucking his sister Daisy Mae and all. We don't really care though. We get a kick out of it and play it for all it worth for the ignorant assholes that believe it. Now where's my bakker and cousin Sue. I need me sum o dat fer she gits too 0ld. Nearly fourteen, be married soon. Wonder if maw still has som o dem taters and possum left. I cud shore eat me a mess o dat. Whar's my jug.

Why do most men think 30 min. of begging is foreplay? That fucking the hell out of her lasts 30 sec.? That snoring 30 seconds latter is cuddeling after? That half time is the only time to knock some off? That belching farting and stench of not bathing is a turn on? The bitch left him because she was out of her mind and would miss all of this? That young 20 something wants his balding, beer bellied fat ass? That a horney wife is acting like a whore but the whore is hot? That women want it too? That we believe it when he says he will explode without a BJ? That men have needs but women only need a new kitchen? That he wants to lick us but not tonight(now suck this cock I might explode)? That we give a shit about his friends, cars, sports, smelly anythings and him with this attitude.
My ex believed all this too.

After reading many blogs it seems that a great many of them are about us trying to figure out the opposite sex. Each seems to have an opinion. Men go to great length offering advise to women so as to understand them. I think that men are very simple in what they need and understanding them should be no great mystery. I wrote a great many words laying out what I thought and discussed this with my man before posting. He said in a nut shell, making me delete everything, All you need to know about men to make them happy is "FEED ME, FUCK ME, SHUT THE HELL UP". Like I said very simple. Men see it, eat it or fuck it. If can't do either then the hell with it.

I enjoy the comments amd messages regarding any postings blogs pics or pleas. This after all is only the "ramblings of a madmad" as one said somewhere else. Intended to be offensive, it made my day. It is quite a charge to realize one would read things I have writen. Entering the minds of other people provoking thought is inspiring. If that provocation results in a comment of opinion that is wonderful. Kudos and atta girls are always welcome and leave warm fuzzy feelings. I love contradictions and insults as well. What flattery it is to touch that spot in someone else bringing out the asshole they really are. All of us have that SOB in us but usually contain it. We would rather avoid the conflict and say nothing than to show the world the pricks we really are. I say kudos to you dickheads, speak your mind. Those that get tongue in cheek, saluuuuuuute. Thank you so much for responding since entering each others worlds will change each of us in a small way. As I read many other blog entries here it is apparent that this place has many not so kind horses asses waiting in ambush to insult and offend. It is written about in many. Isn't it great? No assembly of ideas would be complete without the cranky mean spirited "fuck everyone" type of shit found in all groups. A reflection of the masses. Would this or any gathering be complete without them? Thank you all, now go fuck yourself, and tell me all about it.

There will be no blog entry today as I have nothing to talk about. (as if I ever do). I could talk about cooking but I don't know anything about it. I can eat pretty good tho. I could talk about sewing. Don't know anything about that either. I do most of the time wear clothes. I can't won't or don't know a damn thing about fashion homemaking arts and crafts decorating or any other girly shit. I don't like kids and don't have any so parenting is out of the question. I hate sports, don't hunt and don't give a shit about cars except to get me home. I would rather sand paper a wildcats ass than to travel. A vacation to me is snuggeling up with my man and our friends. I don't like to get drunk but I sometimes do get loaded. I hate gabbing on the phone listening to family or friends go on about this nonsense or that. I guess the only thing left is sex. I could go on about licker piles my man your girlfriend or whatever but who wants to hear details about those things. I know really all of you want to talk about every thing except sex and I would only bore you. So as I began there will be no entry tonight since I really have nothing to say.