I'm posting this song just cause I like it....
Ain't no sunshine when she's gone.
It's not warm when she's away.
Ain't no sunshine when she's gone
and she's always gone too long
anytime she goes away.

Wonder this time where she's gone,
wonder if she's gone to stay
Ain't no sunshine when she's gone
and this house just ain't no home
anytime she goes away.

And I know, I know, I know, I know, I know,
I know, I know, I know, I know, I know, I know,
I know, I know, I know, I know, I know, I know,
I know, I know, I know, I know, I know, I know,
I know, I know, I know

Hey, I ought to leave the young thing alone,
but ain't no sunshine when she's gone,
ain't no sunshine when she's gone,
only darkness everyday.
Ain't no sunshine when she's gone,
and this house just ain't no home
anytime she goes away.
Anytime she goes away.
Anytime she goes away.
Anytime she goes away.
Anytime she goes away.

Do you think it’s fare that dirt poor people get to keep spitting out children for the state to care for?… The husband’s daughter is with a man that won’t even marry her and now there going to have another baby… Which wouldn’t be any concern of mine except they ask for us to pay for life’s necessities… His daughter, who is a grown woman having children, has asked us to buy her and her little girl winter clothes…I choked on the words… So bad that I told the husband that I really didn’t want to be a part of his family any more…” Them people make me sick…” I said. The word “Them” made him angry… I use it quite often.. It set’s me apart from “them”. Them, to me, is anyone who doesn’t give me the respect I deserve, anyone who is a scavenger. My own daughter is a “them”.

I watched Monday night football last night……Those guy’s aren’t wearing any underwear. Am I right? …. I’m not sure about it, but it looks like it to me….And believe me I was sure looking for “underwear” lines. So, I guess your wondering who I was wanting to win….. DALLAS! Ok, they didn’t get beat that bad…. Considering the HUGE DIFFERENCES IN THE QUARTER BACKS! What the hell I ask you?! Did Dallas get stuck with that boy? It makes me wish I knew more about sports. On a sports knowledge scale of 1 to 10 I rate about a 2.… That means I know that you can’t make a fumble in baseball… and you can’t make a home run in hockey. All the rest I fake it through…. But even I knew that Dallas had a bad quarterback… Oh well, better luck next time fella’s.

Today was a good fishing day… I walked down to the pond and cast my lure and it snapped right “off” the pole and kept right on going till it hit the water and sank like a rock. Of course I don’t have a tackle box and that wasn’t my pole. Now I know why you shouldn’t just pick up some one else’s pole. The loss of a lure seems to be traumatic to a man… who’d a thought that?

Wow the night’s have been getting really cold…and I think I might be liking it…
Have a great night and an even better tomorrow……. Much love people….

Well, I have almost finished changing every thing over from my network service… I felt as if I were moving in real life and times!

While watching TV I saw a woman being held from behind by a police officer…Her leg was coming up like a donkey’s and kicking him square in the…… Keister. Of course I’m not an expert on this but I bet that wasn’t the smartest thing to do during a police apprehension…. But you never know…maybe he was looking forward to a good kick in the ass.

I refuse to be caught up in any more of Frankie and Johnnie’s drama… I told the husband that I will not play hostess to his retarded friend any more… And as soon as I said it the phone rang and Johnnie wanted to know what Frankie had been telling us…. I didn’t want to be rude to her like I had Frankie, so I gave her the spill on her punching him in the head… She was mortified! She yelled that she had NOT punched him in the head until AFTER he had knocked her on to the floor and they had rolled around…she said she had meant to punch him in the eye. AWE, I was thinking….much better than the rabbit punch previously thought. I then asked if she had really stolen his disability check from the mail box and she had replied that she wouldn’t call it stealing. Hum… I wonder what you would call it. I then asked her if he had always whined and felt sorry for his self and she said he had… And then she asked me if I could live with such a thing…. Of course I screamed out NO a little too loud….. Before our conversation was over I had found out that he had called all her family in New Orleans and told them that she was a lesbian and a thief and that she had sexual relations with a black man. I said I might have been mad about the thief part if I were her. But the rest wasn’t all that bad. Take it with a smile I said…. Being a lesbian that has sex with a black man sounds a little exciting…. If such a thing even happens… She wasn’t open minded enough to appreciate my thought process. ………. You know, the way he stayed on the phone calling her borders on stalking. How freaking creepy! The husband had another friend once that tried to come to our house and use our phone for stalking purposes… When we lived in Texas. At first I was a little shocked at what he was saying …. Trying to ignore him by watching the TV… And then I had about enough of it…. In the middle of him saying…. “ You and I had everything together and if you think I’m going to let you share MY LIFE with someone else your crazy!… I will Ki…………”…….. I took the phone from him and hung it up. I then told him that if he wanted to be a weirdo to go do it some place else… and that he could NEVER use our phone again!… Not even if he was on fire in the front yard… He said I didn’t understand… I said I did…. More than he knew I guess. He ended up bothering her so bad that the law came for him and he went to prison. And GOOD riddance! I wish there was a program that allowed the stalker to be stalked. I think that a little taste of ones own medicine might be a cure…Never know.

Fishing has died down for me a little… Oh I still go every day but I haven’t caught a fish in a while now… I get bites but no fish on. Mostly I go now for Bunny…..she picks up stones and show’s them to me… repeating the word ROCK as if she is trying to teach ME the name of them. I can’t really explain this but I am very proud of the way she is learning.. She can count to 6 now and she sings “Under the sea” over and over… Her mother called the other day and when I asked her if she wanted to hear Bunny singing Under the sea she hung up on me… She has refused to speak to her daughter now for the last month… As if she is mad at her… The daughter’s excuse for such a thing is that Bunny doesn’t even remember her as her mother… So I guess the daughter’s feeling mean more to herself than Bunny’s does….. And that makes me sick. I don’t think she is coming back for her… she is still “strung” out. Now she lives with someone that gives her ,her drug of choice all the time… ( I found this out from the husband ) So I figure that jail is not far off.

Well I guess I’ll be going now….I think of all of you on a regular basis… My pals….. Much love people…. Much love, indeed.

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