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Posted:Jun 30, 2016 12:19 pm
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I had planned to do a blog on the meanings of names.
These names were in my family tree.
While researching my family history
I was intrigued by how these names came to be.
I wanted to share what I had discovered.
But this morning before posting the results,
I discovered one of my Silky hens had been killed by a possum.
So I wrote this.
Yesterday afternoon I had let my little flock of chickens out to run
around the back yard.
They always seem to enjoy this activity.
Lately I've let them have a romp nearly every day.
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We had a cloudburst a little while before dark.
It rained until after dark and I didn't go out
and shut the gate on the chicken lot.
I've been slack on this lately.
I haven't had any predator problems since last fall.
This morning I went out to feed my charges and to my surprise,
discovered that one of my hens was dead and partially eaten.
She had been setting on eggs for the past week or so.
Some of her eggs were eaten as well.
It saddened me to lose another of my little birds.
This was the second one since this past November,
when one of my Silky roosters was killed by a possum one night.
I had not seen signs of predators since trapping the culprit of that deed.
My lack of vigilance has been punished.
They depend on me for food, shelter and protection.
I let them down, big time.
I had been feeling good about my little flock.
I had a dozen Silky chicks hatch out about 3 weeks ago
Now I don't feel so great.
Due to my lax gate tending I lost a very personable pet.
I will try to be more diligent in the future.
On the bright side I have a new generation of chicks.
Plus I get a nice assortment of eggs most days.
My next blog will hopefully be an interesting look
at how surnames came into being.
Meanwhile, happy Fourth of July!
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Which words are most difficult to spell?
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Posted:May 31, 2016 1:10 pm
Last Updated:Sep 20, 2016 5:27 pm
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I recently read an article revealing words people
in each state of the United States have problems spelling.
I found it to be an interesting topic.
The author misspelled the word used as Hawaii's hardest word " Boutonniere/Boutineer".
I didn't catch it, spell-check did when I typed the list into this blog.
I've included the list here.
Several words are tough in more than one state.
The word for Massachusetts intrigued me, since it is Massachusetts.
Are any of these words on your list of hard to spell words?
Alabama - Tongue;
Alaska - Hawaii;
Arizona - Diarrhea;
Arkansas - Leprechaun;
California - Desert;
Colorado - Beautiful;
Connecticut - Desert;
Delaware - Neighbor;
Florida - Tomorrow;
Georgia - Appreciate;
Hawaii - Boutonniere;
Idaho - Desert;
Illinois - Appreciate;
Indiana - Desert;
Iowa - Maintenance;
Kansas - Schedule;
Kentucky - Maintenance;
Louisiana - Definitely;
Maine - Vacuum;
Maryland - Cancelled;
Massachusetts - Massachusetts;
Michigan - Gray;
Minnesota - Broccoli;
Mississippi - Sergeant;
Missouri - Pneumonia;
Montana - Vacuum;
Nebraska - Guarantee;
Nevada - Cousin;
New Hampshire - Diarrhea;
New Jersey - February;
New Mexico - Neighbor;
New York - Beautiful;
North Carolina - Pneumonia;
North Dakota - Attitude;
Ohio - Banana;
Oklahoma - Gray;
Oregon - Definitely;
Pennsylvania - Cancelled;
Rhode Island - Cancelled;
South Carolina - Convenience;
South Dakota - Gray;
Tennessee - Courtesy;
Texas - Niece;
Utah - Leprechaun;
Vermont - Possible;
Virginia - Cancelled;
Washington - Pneumonia;
West Virginia - Giraffe;
Wisconsin - Vacuum;
Wyoming - Ornery
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This joke is for St. Patrick's Day, from the Sixties...
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Posted:Mar 8, 2016 3:13 pm
Last Updated:Sep 27, 2016 5:42 pm
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A couple had been dating for some time.
The man told the woman it was time for them to have sex.
She told him he had to wear a condom.
He said "I don't have a condom."
She told him he could get condoms at the drugstore.
So he went to the drugstore to get some condoms.
When he got there the man behind the counter asked him what he needed.
He said "I need some condoms,
but I don't know anything about condoms.
What have you got?"
The druggist said "Well, we have this party pack. Seven condoms in bright colors. Red, orange, green, blue, black and white. One for every night of the week."
So the guy took a pack home with him.
A few months later he was back at the drugstore.
The man behind the counter asked him what he could do for him.
The man said "I need to get a maternity bra."
The druggist asked "What bust?"
"The green one."
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I Fish, Therefore I Lie.
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Posted:Feb 12, 2016 9:51 am
Last Updated:Jun 30, 2016 4:11 pm
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This post is about a first date that kinda sorta went bad due to a misunderstanding.
I'm claiming the blame, although I don’t feel I was actually in the wrong.
There are different shades of gray when discussing what a lie is.
I told the truth, but in a deceptive manner.
I had met a woman online.
After chatting back and forth for a while, it came out that we both like to fish.
So I invited the lady to go fishing one Saturday morning.
She agreed and so we began to talk on the phone.
I told her we could float around in my boat.
This was docked at my friend Mullah’s place on Chocolate Bayou in Liverpool.
This is a community near Alvin.
At some point I told her “it's a little dinghy, but I named it ‘After You’ ”.
She seemed impressed and got all giggly with me at that revelation.
She told me that she was really looking forward to our date.
I felt confident I was on the right track.
The big day arrived and we decided to meet for breakfast
at a little place called Lila’s in Pearland.
When we finished eating, we took her car back to her place.
We rode to Liverpool in my car.
Between breakfast and the trip to my friend’s house we talked.
And we were really hitting it off.
Eventually we got to Mullah’s house on Chocolate Bayou.
There everything took a turn for the worse when she saw my boat.
She was livid when she saw my little rowboat.
I could see her go from excited anticipation to shocked disbelief.
To outrage onward into enraged.
I could see her face and neck were bright red
where the make-up wasn’t piled on as thickly.
She called me a liar and began screaming at me in Spanish.
(Spanish is a romantic" language.)
I know it was bad, but it sounded soooo good.
I was thinking “this is so sexy” as she poured the invectives out at me.
My friend Mullah was sitting on the deck that ran all across the back side of her house.
She was drinking a margarita. She hollered “is something wrong?”
My girlfriend, I mean my date, said “who is that, your mother?”
That did not sit well with Mullah.
She jumped up and walked briskly down to the dock.
The two women had a heated exchange.
I know very little Espanola, but it all sounded very hot to me.
Again I knew it was bad but it sounded really good.
Really good and very sexy.
They switched to English after a few minutes.
My date said I had lied and telling her I had named my boat after her.
She accused me of being a little dingy.
I said “I didn’t say I named it after you; I named it After You”!
This started another burst of Spanish.
This was starting to not sound so sexy.
Mullah told said “why don’t we sit on the deck and have a few drinks?
Kootie is a really good bartender”.
My date said “you lied about not drinking, too?!?”
Mullah chimed in “I’ve known this man for 35 years.
I have never known him to take a drink.
But he does make kick ass drinks”.
We didn’t do any fishing that day.
But Mullah and my Latino honey were having a great time.
Later Mullah told me that I had gotten really lucky that day.
I’m like “Lucky! How do you figure that?”
“You didn’t get shot and thrown into the bayou to feed the crabs.”
In my defense the girl said it right in her profile.
That she wanted a man with a sense of humor.
Maybe she meant one with a little more sense and with a little less humor.
I don't have a photo so I drew an "artist's rendition" of the "After You".
It's a little hazy, (been a long time since that day).
Not my best but my self imposed deadline is pending.
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Honestly, I Don't Know About Some of These Things...
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Posted:Feb 2, 2016 11:13 am
Last Updated:Jun 30, 2016 4:13 pm
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This how some common sayings, items for the house and things originated, supposedly.
You might even remember some of this personally....!!!!
The next time you are washing your hands and complain because the water temperature isn't just how you like it, think about how things used to be.
Here are some facts about the1500s:
Baths consisted of a big tub filled with hot water.
The man of the house had the privilege of the nice clean water,
then all the other sons and men, then the women and finally the .
Last of all the babies.
By then the water was so dirty you could actually lose someone in it.
This gave birth to the saying, "Don't throw the baby out with the Bath water".
Most people got married in June because they took their yearly bath in May,
and still smelled pretty good by June.
However, they were starting to smell, so brides carried a bouquet of flowers
to hide the body odor.
That's how the custom today of carrying a bouquet when getting married was born.
Houses had thatched roofs-thick straw-piled high, with no wood underneath.
It was the only place for animals to get warm,
so all the cats and other small animals (mice, bugs) lived in the roof.
When it rained it became slippery
and sometimes the animals would slip and fall off the roof.
People would say "It's raining cats and dogs".
There was nothing to stop things from falling into the house.
This posed a real problem in the bedroom where bugs
and other droppings could mess up your nice clean bed.
Hence, a bed with big posts and a sheet hung over the top
afforded some protection.
That's how canopy beds came into existence.
The floor was dirt.
Only the wealthy had something other than dirt.
Hence the saying, "Dirt poor".
The wealthy had slate floors that would get slippery in the winter when wet,
so they spread thresh (straw) on floor to help keep their footing.
As the winter wore on, they added more thresh until, when you opened the door,
it would all start slipping outside.
A piece of wood was placed in the entranceway.
Thus the saying. "a thresh hold".
(Getting quite an education, aren't you?)
In those old days, they cooked in the kitchen
with a big kettle that always hung over the fire.
Every day they lit the fire and added things to the pot.
They ate mostly vegetables and did not get much meat.
They would eat the stew for dinner, leaving leftovers in the pot
to get cold overnight and then start over the next day.
Sometimes stew had food in it that had been there for quite a while.
Hence the rhyme, "Peas porridge hot, peas porridge cold,
peas porridge in the pot nine days old..."
Sometimes they could obtain pork, which made them feel quite special.
When visitors came over, they would hang up their bacon to show off.
It was a sign of wealth that a man could, bring home the bacon.
They would cut off a little to share with guests and would all sit around
and "chew the fat ."
Those with money had plates made of pewter.
Food with high acid content caused some of the lead to leach onto the food, causing lead poisoning death.
This happened most often with tomatoes, so for the next 400 years or so, tomatoes were considered poisonous.
(I LOVE tomatoes, I'm glad that idea went the way of the Dodo!)
Bread was divided according to status.
Workers got the burnt bottom of the loaf, the family got the middle,
and guests got the top, or "the upper crust".
Lead cups were used to drink ale or whisky.
The combination would sometimes knock the imbibers out for a couple of days.
Someone walking along the road would take them for dead
and prepare them for burial.
They were laid out on the kitchen table for a couple of days
and the family would gather around and eat and drink and wait
and see if they would wake up and
so the custom of holding a wake began.
England is old and small and the local folks started running out of places
to bury people.
So they would dig up coffins and would take the bones to a bone-house,
and reuse the grave.
When reopening these coffins, 1 out of 25 coffins were found
to have scratch marks on the inside.
This made them realize they had been burying people alive.
So they would tie a string on the wrist of the corpse, lead it through the coffin
and up through the ground and tie it to a bell.
Someone would have to sit out in the graveyard all night ("the graveyard shift")
to listen for the bell; thus, someone could be, "saved by the bell"
or was considered a ."Dead ringer".
That's the truth... as I present it.
Now, whoever said History was boring!
Educate someone.
Share these facts with a friend.
Peasant hut from internet.
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Coping with the Dark Side...
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Posted:Feb 1, 2016 6:54 am
Last Updated:Jun 30, 2016 4:16 pm
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Everyone has a "Dark Side". Most of us "normal people" are able to contain our dark sides; being more 'good' than we are 'bad'. Then there is another group of people who are generally more bad than good, yet not totally evil either. Those are the people we talk about as, "He's a real such and such, but he does have a good side to him." These types can still be salvaged, or at least contained.
Then there is the true psychopath; a heartless, soulless, shameless devil who will smile in your face, charm you and flatter you as he (or she) sticks the knife in your back. He is often charismatic, likable and energetic. He lies effortlessly. He will draw anyone into his orbit that can serve to further his ambitions, or fuel his ego with "narcissistic supply". He manipulates. He cheats. He sucks the lifeblood out of you and then, when you are no longer of any value to him, he will discard you like a used up lemon.
Does any of this sound familiar?
Look around you.
There may be psychopaths hidden among the Affairlook membership.
To achieve his nefarious ends, the narcissistic psychopath will play every emotional card in his manipulative arsenal; alternating between outbursts of anger and verbal abuse, empty flattery, fake sympathy for others, false pity for himself, fake smiling or laughing, fake crying, fake humility, false charity and fake piety.
In his excellent piece, Why Elites And Psychopaths Are Useless To Society, Brandon Smith explains:
"The problem is humanity is not only hardwired with a dark side; we are also hardwired with a conscience — at least, most of us are. All people are born with a shared moral compass that is often expressed in various religious works throughout the ages. It is a universal voice, or guide, that we can choose to listen to or to ignore. Organized psychopaths have struggled with the existence of this inborn compass for centuries."
When these self-centered lunatics are confined to ordinary jobs and professions, they may cause great harm to their employers and immediate contacts, but society at large remains relatively unaffected. The problem is that psychos, particularly the semi-intelligent ones, will instinctively gravitate towards positions of power, and then use their cunning psycho "skills" to advance above the good guys. Politicians are the consummate psychopaths.
Okay, these quotes don't really fit here but I like them.
So here they are.
"There's lies, damned lies and statistics." ---Mark Twain
"Nothing needs prohibition more than somebody else's habits." - Mark Twain
"If voting made any difference, they wouldn't let us do it."--- Mark Twain
"Those who cast the votes decide nothing. Those who count the votes decide everything." -Joseph Stalin
Hillary beat Bernie with a coin toss in Iowa,
SIX times.
Order of operations to determining Iowa winners:
1. Tallied votes
2. Coin toss
3. Rock paper scissors
4. Staring contest
To illuminate the ways of psychopaths,
I've included these pictures of possible psychopaths.
One has different color eyes like David Bowie had.
If it doesn't pop up, I will keep trying to get it in somehow.
(Does that sound sexual to anyone?)
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This might be a true story...
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Posted:Jan 21, 2016 3:12 pm
Last Updated:Jun 30, 2016 4:18 pm
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A friend of mine works as a waitress
at a small local diner. She told me about an adventure
she had that started out at work and ended up at a motel.
About 3 months ago a man began to come into the eatery every evening.
After a week or so he complimented her on her breasts.
"You have beautiful knockers" he said one night before leaving to go home.
She told me she just giggled and shook them at him.
A few days later he told her “I’d give $50 to suck your tits.”
“Silly man, I’m not going to let you do that, so you can just forget it”
she replied.
He didn’t say anything for a few days.
Meanwhile she had begun “displaying” her charms to him.
Discreetly, as she took his order and served his food.
Pretty soon he told her “I’d give $75 to suck your tits”.
Again she turned him down. She also stepped up the peeks she let him have
while he ordered and ate his meal.
Next thing you know he says “I’d give $100 to suck your tits for 30 minutes.”
That made her think, $100 for 30 minutes of just laying back and being treated lovingly by a man. Her husband has been negligent for some time.
So she told him she would ask her husband if it was okay,
"if he says yes then we can do it."
Her husband said “Well that’s easy money and we can always use the cash. But I have to be there to make sure he doesn’t take advantage of you.”
The next day she told her friend that she could go along with his suggestion. And gave him the conditions he had to accept. He agreed to the terms and they decided to meet up at a nearby motel the next evening.
So they are in the motel room, my friend, her friend and her husband.
She took off her dress and bra, but kept her panties on.
The guy started to kiss, lick and nuzzle her bosom.
He gave her breasts his full attention.
He fondled them. He laid his cheek against them.
He blew on them; his breath was hot and heavy.
Her husband started to get impatient after about 20 minutes
or so and said “You said you were going to suck her tits.
Not that you were just going to play with them all night.
Come on, suck them!”
The man said “I can’t”, continuing to kiss and fondle my friend’s breasts.
The husband asked “what do you mean you can’t?”
The guy said “I just can’t yet.”
“What do you mean he you can’t just yet?
Just suck her tits. I’m tired of you fooling around like this.
Dammit! Why can’t you? ” Hubby yells.
My friend’s new friend yells back “Dammit, I ain’t got $100.”
It did not end well that night.
My friend has since left her husband.
She is no longer neglected.
And her new sucker is still sucking, kissing and fondling
to both their hearts content... For free!
I don't have any appropriate photos
to accompany this post. So I am using a cartoon about the carbon tax
that is being debated to fight global warming. I think that with the current
weather situation in North America this is a suitable picture. It's how someone who grew up in Hawaii, Indonesia and other tropical locations might react the first time they saw snow.
I hope the site lets it stay in.
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First Encounters of the Worst Kind...Part 1
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Posted:Jan 8, 2016 3:04 pm
Last Updated:Jun 30, 2016 4:19 pm
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I have had several strange first encounters with women over the years.
This is the first of several posts concerning these meetings.
This blog post is about one such date.
I became acquainted with a woman on a dating site a few years ago.
After e-mailing, texting and talking on the phone,
we decided it was time for the "acid test".
We agreed to go to a nice restaurant for a dinner date.
When I showed up at her apartment to pick her up
for our date, she hollered "come in".
When I did she was standing in her living room naked
with her arms and legs spread as if to hug me.
Then she said : "Take me I'm Yours".
My date had said she was 52.
She was actually 72.
She looked every bit of it and behaved like a 5 year old.
On top of that she chain smoked,
lighting one cigarette off of another.
She got dressed and we talked.
I took her to the restaurant as we had agreed.
I always try to keep my word, even if conditions change.
There she showed her true colors.
It was an embarrassing experience to eat with the woman.
She gave the wait staff a hard time.
She ordered the most expensive items on the menu,
along with several appetizers and side dishes.
She requested extra condiments, fresh lemon for her water,
demanded that everything be freshly made
and was just a bitch all around.
She had about 5 glasses of wine, got very drunk, loud and crass.
Then she topped it all off with 2 desserts.
She complained about everything, the freshness of the food,
the service and how she would never eat there again.
To top it off she got carry out boxes for what she didn't eat,
which was almost everything she had ordered.
After she had eaten all she could,
she griped so much that
the manager came to our table.
He "comped" her meal and gave me a $25 gift card.
She got a free meal to eat.
She got another fresh meal to take home,
along with a huge bag of leftovers.
The waiter got a large tip.
I got a lesson in dating and life.
She seemed very pleased with her performance.
She told me that she did this sort of thing all the time.
She gave me tips on how to get stuff free almost anywhere.
It all seemed like cheating and stealing to me.
I try not to cheat anyone if I can help it.
The picture below is not her.
It is how she looked naked, sort of,
only standing up spread eagled.
I like women with more meat on them.
Not someone I would want to wake up
and actually meet for the first time.
Alcoholic meet-ups don't count as real,
sobriety is required to really see someone.
I don't drink and I'm glad.
Yeah, the picture is gross.
Someone sent it to me about 15 years ago.
I hope it doesn't offend you.
Yuck was the caption on the picture as I received it.
I have had dates like that twice since.
I hope I don't run into any others like her,
even though I did begin to sort of like her, in spite of her behavior.
She had a very colorful personality.
Have you ever gone out with anyone that embarrassed you almost to death?
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The Decline of Sexual Attraction...
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Posted:Jan 5, 2016 9:21 am
Last Updated:Jun 30, 2016 4:20 pm
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I read an article a while back that stated normal sex is on the decline.
The author listed several reasons for his belief that this was occurring.
All the things he mentioned made sense to me.
I am only paraphrasing his words.
The article said that women secretly want men to be so consumed
with desire for them that they will risk anything to be with them.
The disappearance of morals has a large part to play in this decline.
With moral standards falling, women began dressing sexier
and more seductively.
The need to be desired intensely inspires women to dress for maximum effect.
Many are disappointed with how their sexy looks are rewarded,
men are treating them with less respect and expecting them
to always be sexually available.
Porn has reshaped our society.
Women have been debased by pornography.
Widespread availability of porn has caused many men to have
unrealistic expectations of women and sex.
Some men don't know that women have pubic hair.
A 23 year old woman was quoted saying something to the effect that when she undressed for sex,
the man was so shocked that she had hair there, that he couldn't get an erection.
Men masturbate more often with porn.
Masturbation makes men climax more quickly.
More women are using vibrators to masturbate.
This makes them require more stimulation than normally to reach climax.
Pornography has taken away a lot of the mystery of women.
Mystery is an exciting part of sex, no mystery means less excitement and interest.
By giving men these idealized female bodies to fantasize about,
men become less attracted to normal everyday women.
Is it the end of normal healthy sex?
Men not liking women, women preferring their appliances,
where will it all end?
Contradictions exist all around us
I guess that once everybody becomes completely dysfunctional,
the human race will be done for.
Good riddance for the planet...
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Old Buzzards and Spring Chickens: What's Up with that?
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Posted:Dec 11, 2015 6:44 pm
Last Updated:Jun 30, 2016 4:21 pm
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I recently visited a group called Younger Women and Older Men.
It concerns relationships between younger women and older men, referenced by the title of this post.
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Topics covered include "Why are younger women attracted to older men?"
I decided to ask some real people what they thought about it.
One friend said that any woman young enough to be my probably has serious "Daddy" issues.
My sister said " She's after your money".
Another friend said "Older men treat a woman better".
A woman in this type relationship said "Older men are better lovers. They take their time and make sure the woman cums first. They are more secure and confident in themselves."
Another told me "Older men are more confident and settled. They provide for a woman's needs better."
One more said" They know things from life experience. They are more laidback and easy going"
Still another mentioned several of these things , as well as that they "tend to be more generous."
Several others I asked about this topic gave similar compound answers.
I personally have never had sex with a woman who was over 40 or who has gone through menopause. So I qualify as an old buzzard or maybe an old coot.
In other news I am expecting Dutch/Havana cross bunnies January 16-20, due to a carelessly locked hutch door.
She's a cougar, he's just a happy go lucky, horny, little bunny.
He was minding his own business when she made her escape and seduced him.
He seems happy at being used as a sex object. Go figure.
As a dirty old man, I'm curious as to whether anyone else has insight on the subject.
The older/younger thing, not the expectant bunnies.
Photos top to bottom: the Old Buzzard (Turkey Vulture),
the Spring Chicken (Silver Seabright hen)
and a hen party discussing the scandalous couple over lunch.
The daddy to be, Thumper (Chocolate Dutch Bunny), (Mama is embarrassed and doesn't want her photo on the internet while she's enceinte).
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Panic and Depression
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Posted:Dec 11, 2015 6:32 am
Last Updated:Jun 30, 2016 4:22 pm
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Panic is the first time you discover you can't do it the second time.
Depression is the second time you find out you can't do it the first time.
It seems to me that there are a lot of depressed people on this site.
That includes me sometimes.
Almost all the women I exchange thoughts with tell me that they are disappointed in the quality of the men available here.
Including me, too, I guess.
That most men don't read profiles.
They say that a lot of pictures are up to 20 years old and look nothing like the guys when they meet them.
I have heard that some photos that aren't face pix are fake, too.
That some men get all messed up when rejected and start name calling.
That a lot of men message them with sexual requests in first message.
That a lot of men send one or few word messages as introductions. These are hard to reply to, especially if their profile is almost bare.
I think that what goes around cums around.
Sauce for the goose is sauce for the gander.
Most of the women's complaints can be applied in reverse.
I don't know about the women's photos of their girls and kitties.
Could they be fakes or borrowed photos?
Please say it ain't so!
All the women I've met in person were pretty nice, except for one who was so abrasive I was shocked.
I couldn't wait to get away from her
She seemed okay in e-mails, texts and live talk on the phone.
In person she was scary, even when she was talking sweet..
I didn't want to hurt her feelings by just up and leaving.
So I let her get it all out, then remarked on how late it was getting to be , goodbye, it was nice meeting you, jumped in my car and drove calmly home.
I breathed a sigh of relief that I wasn't her type.
I've had women go off on me for just trying to say "Hi!"
I've been made to feel like "excuse me for breathing"
One recently tore into me so harshly that I renewed my gold membership, which was about to expire.
I'm still toying with the idea of writing a nice glowing testimonial for her.
It was refreshing in a way to have someone let it all out.
I can't take the blame for all the men who had mistreated her, but her venom made me feel that somewhere in this big pile of fantasies is a woman tailor-made for me.
Just not her, Praise the Lord.'
I think a lot of folks in here are not sure what they want in life. In spite of the noise about what they are seeking. The fuss they raise about what's going to be and what isn't going to be.
On a final note, I've always thought Jessica Rabbit is HOT.
I think Roger did okay.
I envy Roger, the lucky stiff!
Below is a picture of Jessica and Roger relaxing at home. It is by Steve Cutts. Steve Cutts is a London-based illustrator and animator who uses powerful images to criticize the sad state of society.
That's it for now.
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About Chasing and Catching Pussy
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Posted:Dec 7, 2015 5:43 pm
Last Updated:Jun 30, 2016 4:23 pm
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Chasing pussy has been a lifelong passion of mine. I am a first rate pussy chaser. I don't get all that much, but I love pussy. I can honestly say I have not been terrifically successful at getting the kind I want for a while now.
All I can say is that the only women I ever seem to get close to are the ones who ask me. I have never picked one up at a bar. The only ones I ask out that go are just there for the free meal, entertainment, gifts or whatever else they can get. The ones I like say they don't want to take advantage of my good nature when they have nothing for me. What happened to women wanting love slaves?
Married women hit on me regularly in real life. Husbands fifty pounds overweight, glued to the couch, getting drunk and pigging out on junk food. I am reasonably active and fit. I feel justified for my lifestyle when I am hit on by a woman. I don't want to go for it, if she is attached. I have been avoiding taking that step for a while now, but lately I'm starting to feel that part of something is better than nothing at all. That's it for the sexy part of this post.
“Now I have a cat. Well, that's not quite accurate. A cat and I have each other.” ---Kinky Friedman
My sister and most of her friends are "crazy cat people". Some of her friends have become my friends over the years. (I'm a "crazy fish person". They don't pee, poop or puke on the floor or beds. They don't whine about affection, food and going outside. This seems to be an admirable set of traits to me). I don't like to see any living creature suffer or neglected. Almost all creatures need love.
I usually have scratches on my hands and arms from holding a kitty for medicating, from trying to socialize a captured feral kitty or playing with a kitten that gets rough when its instincts kick in or while removing one from a trap. I have been bitten several times and had to take Z packs, which is a powerful combination of antibiotics designed to stop "cat scratch fever" and other infections caused by bacteria. I have been bitten by scared kitties, by kitties I was force feeding (cats will not eat if they lose their sense of smell while ill and have to be force fed), while catching a feral kitty and under other circumstances.
We rescue lost, sick and feral cats. I help out when I am asked. Occasionally I volunteer if someone has some extra slots at one of the free clinics around the area. Sometimes a cat will avoid traps no matter what you do, how hungry or sick it may be. That's where I enter the picture. I am a hillbilly and catching animals is something I learned at an early age. Some of my friends call me the "cat whisperer.
The experience gained in my youth has enabled me to learn to get inside animals heads and help them whether they want help or not. Shots, neutering and health care are important to unwanted, helpless, homeless creatures, even rats, which I like on a level commiserate with certain insects and spiders. Except for Chinese zodiac Rats. Most of my best friends are Rats.
Sometimes I take a captured feral kitten on as my personal responsibility. I see that it gets fixed, fed and vaccinated. I only take the best ones, the cats that choose me. The smart, perky, affectionate, loyal ones. My # 1 & # 2 cats are gorgeous and will not take food from any other people or go to them.
"Happiness is a wet pussy."
"Some of them want to lick you,
Some of them want to be licked by you."
Sweet Dreams are made of this...
Who am I to disagree...
Annie Lennox. This is not an exact quote of the song for those unfamiliar with her music.---
Top photo is of me, after a hard but successful day chasing pussy with my catch. I sat down and the gang climbed me like a tree, positioning themselves for the photo. Not my first choice but sometimes you have to take what you can get. Cat, the "other white meat". I don't eat this kind of pussy but I do pet and play with them. A pussy usually likes to play, in my experience. Second picture is of a tee shirt I have. The next picture is my cat Dali high fiving me. The # 4 photo is Cootie. # 5 is Coonie.
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My Little White Cock Died
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Posted:Dec 7, 2015 4:46 pm
Last Updated:Jun 30, 2016 4:24 pm
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I know this is a sex site but I find it hard to discuss sex with strangers. Sorry, maybe next time. Besides there are plenty of sexy blogs to choose from. This one is a change of pace. A rest stop if you will.
Well, just around Thanksgiving Day (11-24-2015) a possum got my little Silky rooster, Salt. In the USA Silkies are considered to be Bantams. They are about one third the size of full sized chickens and lay eggs a little larger than a ping pong ball
I trapped the murderous critter the next day and released it at a local wildlife preserve. I thought about shooting it with a large caliber air rifle, but decided against that course of action. I really don't like to kill animals anymore, preferring instead to shoot at them with a camera. Except for rats, I am sorry but I just do not like rats. Any of them, whatever the species.
Salt was a good little bird. He stood about 18 inches high and weighed just under 3 pounds when he was killed in his prime. Maybe before his prime since he was only a little over 1 year old. He fathered over 100 Silky chicks. I made quite a few new friends this past summer distributing the fuzzy little birds. They make excellent pets. They are very adorable and have engaging personalities. There are photos in my profile albums.
Silkies do not have feathers like regular chickens. Their feathers are like hair or fur. They have 5 or 6 toes instead of the 4 regular chickens have. Also they have black skin and meat. Some Asian markets have them cleaned and prepared same as the yellow skinned and white skinned birds. Silkies also have beards and crests. The males have punk or Mohawk hair styles. The females have fluffy makeup brush looking crests. They have feathered legs and feet. They look really cute.
Salt guarded his family. He always cackled to let them know where tasty morsels were and did not eat for himself until all the others were at the trough. Not actually a trough, since chickens scratch and peck around on the ground for sustenance.
He considered the whole flock to be his charge. About an hour before dark he would stand by his house and call everyone to bed and then would sleep in the doorway all night. The big birds, of which I have 9 have their own house and they sleep in or on it. (In cold or wet weather in it.) I have 1 white Silky hen that is the same size as the Easter Eggers and sleeps in the Big House with them. I also have another Silky hen that sleeps on top of or in her own little A-frame coop. Pecker is already sleeping upstairs in the Silky House with the hens. He started out sleeping downstairs with the youngsters.
The way I came to have the Silkies is through my sister, who received an e-mail with a video of a white Silky and she thought it was so cute. She had to have some for her own enjoyment. She got tired of tending them shortly after Salt began to crow at 6 months of age. She gave Salt, and his harem, consisting of Pepper and Buffy to me, since I already had 7 hens that lay assorted colored eggs. Some have double yolks or are extra Jumbo sized.There are 9 of the regular hens now.
Since Salt died I bought a new white rooster. His death worked out to be not devastating, still very sad, and since Pecker (I thought that was a good name for him, a friend suggested it to me) is not related to any of the others. No worries over inbreeding this year.
Pecker is about 3 months old and has not started to crow yet. He is very friendly and I think he will be a good cock. He will have about 6-10 hens in his harem. The Silky population has grown to 15. I bought 3 to upgrade and have 10 of the young descendants of Salt. I hope in the spring to sell pairs at a swap meet or online. I also plan to keep 2 or 3 of the youngsters for breeding purposes.
I get a decent number of eggs because I have 13 hens laying up to an egg a day. This spring I will have 3 or 4 more online and cranking out baby chicks as well. Which pays for the chicken feed and mealworms. Salt stuck strictly to his own variety of hens. He had no interest in the regular girls other than as being in his care. Pecker may be different and jump on anything that does not move out of the way. Hens will not accept a rooster lover unless he is the same or higher status in the group. That may explain Salt's devotion to his girls. The older hens did not think he was good enough for them. Pecker may have the same situation when he starts his family next spring.
I have 2 incubators and hatch most of my chicks in them. Raising babies is hard on hens. They spend all but about 20 minutes a day on the eggs and eat barely enough to survive. I let the mothers sit on a brood now and then. Motherhood is tough , too, Mom has to protect, keep warm, dry , fed and still maintain a survivalist diet for 6 to 8 weeks. Laying eggs is a byproduct of good health and a decent diet and doesn't harm Mama.
Silkies make great mothers. They will sit on any kind of eggs. I have a friend who raises and shows turkeys. He wanted a Silky to hatch his eggs because turkeys as a rule are not especially good parents. I have met several folks who show these adorable birds. love them. Who would think a chicken could be personable?
I am going to miss Salt. He was a friend, one of the few I have. He was a good bird, with a lot of personality. My little avian buddy.
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