Just reading the post about people and dressing in public. One day I was walking down a sidewalk and a young nice looking young guy, spit, thats right, he spit right by my foot. I had on sandels. gross, sick, my dad use to tip his hat to ladys, and always took it off in a home. Now days no one ever remove their hats. I even heared a judge in court one day tell all the men to take the hats off. you get use to seeing someone wear a hat all the time, then when you see them without it, you dont reconise them.

things that I was taught on the job. Never panic, it only escalates the matter at hand. Sorry , seems that I have been missing much. I have to do some work here in a few, but wanted to say howdy and have a good day.

for those hidding cigs. Now if youve evered smoked you know what I am talking about. I know I have looked in all of my hidding spots to no advil. so guess I have to tough it out. My husband quit a week ago. Hope you all have a good night and see you tomorrow

guess the storm knocked me off the internet. Whats been going on. Read one post that was down right mean. My question is why ? Guess we will never know the answer to that question, but the post was written by a coward. Yes I said coward, anyone that hides behind a flase name is a coward. To make an attack on someone that is totaly innonce is just plain evil. Sorry I keep posting on this subject, but I feel it has to be said. I can't understand why e-bay allows so many to use flase Ids.

we can have on the blog. I am sure some of you missed the last post, the question is, how well do we know anyone. Whethever it is our neighbors, bloggers, or family. I like to chat with the bloggers because it gives me a chance to met people that I would never meet otherwise. I truley believe that most people are good, whether they are my neighbor, family, or a blogger that I have met here in blog land. If for some reason we have a problem with another blogger, we have one of 3 choises. Delete, report or try to talk it out. I have met some really nice people here.

really know each other ? When we meet people on the blogs, how well do we know them? I truly believe that most of us are good people. Some of us might not get along, but that is the case in any family. We are a blog family, just as where we work, is another type of family. And I am sure all of us have experenced from one time or another, a family fight. Those kind that make you want to disapper, as if a ghost would. But then we all set down and make up, or at least work around the problem.  Now I realzise that few of us blogers will ever see each other. But I feel that we have another realtionship. We have some things in common with some and little in common with others. The one thing that we all have in common is the fact that we either sale or buy on E-Bay. I injoy talking on the blogs and meeting people, that I would never have the chance to meet in my real life. And when it comes to the real world, how much do you know about your neighbor ? How much do you know about the person that you live with ? I guess the point that I am trying to make is, do we ever really  know someone ? Whether we talk to them on the internet or in person. people are people and I still believe that most people a good people. Myself I perfer to take a chance and meet new people, If I meet someone that I don't like I have a chose, delete, report, or try to talk it out. Sense we got bounce off I am going to try repost.

 Ever just set and watch people? One day, when the weather was in the triple digits, I was setting in the car waiting for my hubby to come out of a store. I was watching the people stroll down the sidewalk. Here came a young mother with her small boy walking beside her. Little dude was 3 or 4 years old. He was dressed in a little shorts set with new white tennis on his little feet. And then it happen, the big blob monster got him. He had stepped on the horrable bubble gum. First he picked up his right foot, looking to see what was on it. I could see the pink gum from where I set. He then picked up his left foot only to see the pink blob on it. Because of the heat, the gum not only stuck on his shoe, but the sidewalk at the same time, makeing a strechy blob between his shoe and sidewalk. the expression on his face was worth a million bucks. mom had kept walking. Little dude kept picking up his shoes looking at them like what is this stuff. left foot, right foot, left foot, right foot, and so on. Then I guess it dawn on mom that little dude wasn't with her, and she came back to rescue him fom the pink monster blob. Just glad that she didn't see me laughing my guts out.

 Just eating mac and cheese. been working with jewelry all day. Made 2 new charm braclets. One for the people who like to play golf. Several of my items are end in the next few hours. Help youselfs.

Am I stupid or what. Going thru my feedbacks, I by accident left a non paying buyer a good FB . What the H. did I do to myself?? I think that this person is a phony. She refuses to contact me, and now she is a 0, which I thought I had blocked from bidding. Is there any way that I can get out of this mess? in short of running away ?

I keep wondering why the chickens are hanging around my front porch. Now one hen has made a nest on the porch swing and lays eggs in there on a daily bases. Warning, never go by that swing when  miss henny penny is in her nest. She will raise cain and try to peck you. Early this morning I was setting out in my rocker, and here came the gang, one by one. and seem together around in front of me on the lawn. they were pecking away at the ground. And then it dawned on me, they were eating bread crumbs. Hubby has been throwing the bread crumbs off the porch in front of the house. After giving someone a strong lecture, which I seldom do, he had the nerve to say he does it because he like to watch them. My opinion is there is a chicken house and that is where they should be fed. Now, I like for them to catch bugs on the front lawn, but not to camp out on the lawn. When we came home today, our son informed us that mr. coyotie was in the pasture looking hungry. Thank goodness  mr.coyotie got away before son could get a shot off. So I think that is what someone was shooting at the other night at 0300 hours, and here I thought it was me. But that still does  not give anyone the right to come on our land and hunt. The wild life know that they are safe here, and I intend to keep it that way. Hubby gets mad when I yell in a loud voice. Hey you get out of here, to mr coyotie.

get back at the junk mail people. I can't remeber who suggested this idea, but I think it is a great one. They send post free envo.. I take the junk out of one tear up in put it in another post free envo.Maybe this way they will get the point and save a few trees. Not a day goes by without junk mail. I have 9 of them to drop in the mail tomorrow. SO if you are out there and it was your idea, thank you very much. haha its so much fun to get even.

I need to get my hiney up and do a few things. It is so easy to be pulled into this tunnel of darkness and never find my way out. Talk to you all in a couple of hours. Please no fighting, arguments, wild parties, etc, until I get back!

tonight, like I did last night. Some of our local punks just don't know when to stop. I still have some things to sort out tonight, so best get off PC. Hubby has had trouble all day getting thru to paypal. Guess he didn't like my advise. See you all tomorrow. Take care and sweet dreams.

Last night I had planed to go to bed early. Some how I started cleaning my work area, the dinning table. Then I started sorting out invintory, before I was aware it was 0300 hours. I stepped out on the front porch for a cig before turing in. I set down in the rocker injoying my cig. Then the silent  night was shattered . I heard a loud pop in the driveway behind our house. The only thing back there is 10  acres of land, hay sheds, cows and horses. A few seconds later a second pop. It was as if you shot something, realized it was still alive and put a second round in it. To me it sounded like my Colt 45. I walked in the house, flipping lights off and told my husband that shots were being fired behind the house, and at the same time dailed 911. The dogs were in the bedroom and started barking. Before I knew what was going on , my husband had slipped out the door. Now that always erks me, because then I don't know where he is at. Stepping back out on the porch I coundn't hear or see him. I am learey about moving because he has a gun, as I do also.Not good in the dark. Then I heard some dogs down the street barking.The deputiy was in our drive way by then. Checked around and nothen. He made some checks around the neighborhood without results. I finaly got to sleep at about 0500 hours and have been dragging around all day. So I hope tonight is a quite one.After not sleeping I will not be in a pleasent mood, if it should happen again. I thought about turing the big boys loose, but I don't want them to get shot. Thanks for putting up with my complaing.and mis-spelling

tall ? If we hate our enemy, do they win ? If we fight amoung each other, do they win? I don't feel that I can lump everone in one group together. Yes there is a evil power trying to take over the world, not just us. But for one minute let us look back in our own history. How did we treat the slaves? How did we treat the native Americans ? Some of my people had to walk the Trail Of Tears.  How did we treat the black soilders that were fighting on our side during the world wars? How did we treat the Code Talkers during the WW11, and after the war ? How did we treat the Japanise that were citizens of the USA during the war and afterwards ? I could go on and on, The group that attacked us on 9 11 were and are monsters. But I don't feel that we should  blame all of the Muslims for this group of terrious. This group is an elite, evil group of Muslims, not all of them. There is no doubt, that they will attack us again. It is just a matter of time and place. The worst thing that we can do, is to fight among each other, and start calling each other names  and spill hatered among ourselfs. For if we do, they will win. If we show fear, they will win. The only way that we can win this war is for all Americans stand together ! We may walk different roads, but we will all end up at the same place together. United We Stand. Please pray for our soliders and for all Americans .

move this morring without pain. For those that missed it, last night he tried to hold Brutus back, while going out the door.Hubby did a pretty good  belly ski on his stomach across the porch. Brutus stayed his distance for quite some time. Smart dog. We went to our coffee shop this morning and then to a yard sale. I found a really good deal on some vintage charms. Can't wait to make a braclet with them. Hope you all have a good night and sweet dreams. May your week be GREAT.

Is there suppose to be a boss in the house? My mother always controled dads money, and tried to boss him. Dad just wasn't the type of guy to be bossed. My husband and I are pardners. Why on earth would one of us try to boss the other around ? So many men that I had to deal with over the years, felt the need to boss the little woman around. A so called man told me not long ago, that he didn't like women with smart mouths. I told him ( laughing ) thats was because real men don't feel a threat by smart women. I have a word for men like him.( Bullys) I would really like to hear your input.Not that I would change my mind. If I had lived 150 years ago they would have burned me at the stake.

with me. He just got into trouble with my husband. Norm was going out the door and Brutus made a dash in front of him. Norm reached out to stop Brutus, and got drug off his feet. I can't see why Norm has so much trouble with my little puppy. Its Mr. Monk that I can't make move, he is my husbands dog. Never any peace at the ranch.Except when eveyone is sound asleep.Night all lots of sales to you

Today a worn me out. When I went out to chase the chickens off my porch, a big fat 200 pd Mr.Monk plops himself against the front door. One of the air vents is by the door and for some reason he guards the door. I push, and shove, and he just lays their like " am I in your  way?"If we are in the house we can bribe him with chicken strips. He won't move for dog cookies. Oh well just another day in the life of a ranch hand. My husband bought in his 1st 2 eggs. one the size of a golf ball and the other not much bigger. Not much for breakfast.

A couple of years ago a coyotie had stolen our chickens one by one. I have a reason for not killing the coyotie, but thats another story. Living where we do, its nice to have chickens running around eating bugs, and the movement helps keep snakes away. Plus the fact that home grown eggs taste much better then the eggs you buy at the store. This last spring my husband decided it was time to buy some chicks. He cleaned out the old pen and house, putting new straw in the nest, as the babys grew. And added a hot wire around the pen just high enought to give any animal trying to get a free chicken meal, a you know what. Of course the first to get shocked was Mr. Monk. He stayed away from the chickens for a long time, not quite sure what bit him. Half the chickens hang out in the pasture by the creek and the others stay most of the time in our front yard eating bugs. Now we have had to watch Brutus, he sees free chicken when they strut their stuff in front of him. He lays in the yard druling " over La chicken on the feet." The chickens all go to their home before dark.I wonder how do they know the danger after dark?. Well they haven't learned yet, that my front porch is off limits for them. today I must have chased the chickens off the porch three times.One of the roosters turns and looks me in the eye, and lets out in his language a" you go to hell lady", turns and walks off with his hens. One of these days he will say that to me and end up fried chicken for dinner. And I will share some with Brutus.