Wednesday, November 09, 2011

DEAR SANTA


With all the hoopla about Christmas today, I decided to cave in and make a Christmas list. At the top of my list is this house. It has always been my favorite one here in Pensacola. It over looks the bay and I believe I could feel right at home in this lavish monstrosity.

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  1. I've never been able to decide which I love more...Tudors or Craftsman style. This photo made me decide. If this becomes available, you best not tell me. We will be bidding against each other (in my dreams).

    and I think doing the photo in black and white is very appropriate. It sets the mood perfectly. The tree ain't too shabby either.

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  2. That's a lot of house to clean and maintain.

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  3. Cheers mate! Don't waste your christmas wishes on an ipod or a pair of socks! What if this year just happened to be the year that all your wishes came true? Wouldn't you be super pissed off if it was a lousy DVD and a pair of fluffy slippers?
    Good for you!

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  4. I don't do christmas, everything about christmas irritates me, I usually go camping then. And I don't want a big place, you don't own them, they own you, I'm fine with my little cave.

    But, I would love to have a big shop for all my tools and equipment and projects.

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  5. Jnuts, it is up for sale! You wanna go in halfs with me? I'll take the West Wing and you can take the East Wing and we can have coffee on the terrace....oops, I don't drink coffee. I'll just drink my diet root beer out there while I gaze at the bay.

    Ur-spo, my stocking is as big as my imagination!

    Nathan, yes for the cleaning and maintenence staff it might be. My job is just to write the checks.

    Displaced, when you shoot for the moon the worst that can happen is that you'll land somewhere amongst the stars!

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  6. Mildred are you being greedy again? I knew you had some money stuffed in that damn chewed up mattress of yours! Time to pull out a few bucks and buy that damn place because I'm moving in... I've giving up on sharing one bathroom with a teenager! I want my own in your bloody mansion!!

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  7. I've had a few big nice places, didn't enjoy the experience at all.

    Actually, I wish I had kept the sixty acres and little home in Utah, had a good little business there I was the king of and had a 24 foot pontoon boat and two nice lakes to mess around on.

    This is all I will say here today, but will be back to check for other comments. :-)

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  8. About those trees Mildred.... If I move in we will have to do something with those trees!

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  9. Billy, 64 acres and a little home in Utah sounds nice, but since I live in Florida I'll settle for this little weekend shack and maybe a matching one in Maine so I can dance naked in the morning as I drink my diet root beer. Unfortunately, I can't do that now!

    Wimpy, that damn tree stays right where it is. You know what amazes me? With as many bad hurricanes as we've had here, that tree is untouched. They don't call them mighty oaks for nothing!

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  10. if I am to be a part of that mansion dream, there will be no touching of the trees. i'm a tree hugger from way back.

    you drink your diet root beer. I'll drink my diet dr. pepper and we can talk shit about the help.

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  11. Jnuts, it sounds like a plan and if Whimpy had her way there would be no trees. She thinks people hide behind them. Where in hell did that gene come from?

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  12. Oh shit, I spelled my own daughter's name wrong... I bet there's going to be major wailing and gnashing of teeth. Sorry, Wimpy!

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  13. Dear Mildred... Get the damn name right or the tree isn't the only thing that chain saw is going to get! One tree is ok but too many a it gives places for those nut jobs that want to kill me a place to hide! I don't LIKE trees!

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  14. Psssst.... I'm surrounded by MILLIONS of trees and I'm running a bakers dozen special on them this week.

    I love trees, good to hide behind from those assholes that are trying to kill me.

    (Oh, said I wouldn't comment again, guess I frigging lied)

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  15. Wimpy, [rolling my eyes as I write this] I hate when that happens!

    Billy, are you related to Wimpy?

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  16. She may be a cousin or sister, that of course makes it start sounding like you're a really old coot that spikes her Endure and has memories about things she once did.

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  17. Oh, if Wimpy has a gun, Wimpy is a friend of mine.

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  18. Wimpy, has vicious puppies and a husband who is a black belt. Does that count? As for the age thing (which you appear to have a thing for numbers) ask Wimpy, I'm sure she'll be glad to tell you how old I am.

    Jnuts, I just stocked up on Ensure...I seriously can't believe how expensive that stuff is. And the rich just keep on getting richer!

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  19. Mildred is 35 and wimpy daughter is 36- neither do anything with ensure. We are blackberry sangria drinking type of girls!

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  20. BBC... Friends? All my friends buy me presents so what the hec are you getting me cause right now friend you are sucking in that department!! Red boots size nine make you a fine friend indeed. Please overnight ASAP!

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  21. Whimy, sorry, but I don't spoil women.

    and a husband who is a black belt.

    That's only useful when he is next to her, the rest of the time she should be packing a gun.

    It appears to me that I'm not going to get any useful information here, just a lot of chain jerking so I'm losing interest pretty fast.

    Can't say that I have anything here to learn and I'm not seeing any real tree huggers.

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  22. You brought back another memory, I was sitting in a bar with a lady friend in Addy Washington one fine summer afternoon, there was a crazy Native American black belt at the bar.

    Two tough dudes came in and started harassing him, something us locals knew they shouldn't do. Soon one of them pulled a gun, he put those two fucking idiots on the floor so fast it was just a blur.

    The gun did discharge, the bullet went through the front window and hit a man standing outside in the hip.

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  23. Billy, if you're bored then I guess you can go elsewhere, but nothing written here with the exception of all the violent stuff you've written has been posted in fun. And since age is such a big deal to you...I'm 56.

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  24. Wimpy, I love you dearly for allowing me to be 35 even though you're 36.

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  25. I'm just seeing your fun as chain jerking, don't you think you're a little old for that? If your stated age is an honest answer at least it's some useful information that helps me put things in perspective.

    As for my violent stuff, I'm just sharing reality and experiences. But maybe in Florida it's different than here, maybe in Florida everything is lovely and everyone is loving and there are no jails.

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  26. Yeah, chain jerking bores me, you don't learn about others with all that.

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  27. Sweetie, I guess it must be pretty lovely here in Florida because I don't own a gun and have never felt the need to own one. Yes, I may be too old for a lot of things, but until I take my last breath I'm always going to be me. Some people love me just the way I am, including myself and the others...well, like I always say "opinions vary".

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  28. Look, if you had really wanted to learn about me you could have gone back through my blog and read all the various things I've written about my life. Most people who visit here know how candid I am because I write about my sexual abuse as a child, my journey through addiction, my various health problems and a whole array of other things. You happened to step in here during a period where I needed a break...someone I know just died from liver disease and that's something I suffer from along with a few other unpleasant things. It set me in a spin, so my blogging friends and family were aiding with some merriment and much needed smiles. If you want to call that chain jerking, you're entitled. Now, if you don't mind...I'm having a fucking bad day, so back off!

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  29. Wow sounds like a lot bores you...apparently you've never had your "chain" jerked properly- stick around and you'll have it yanked and yanked good at that!

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  30. candid I am because I write about my sexual abuse as a child,

    Like most others I don't have time to go back through hundreds of old blogs posts but that helps me put things in perspective being as about seven years ago I was interested in a woman that had been raped by her brother numerous times when she was a teenager.

    And she had just never gotten over it and moved on, in our seven months of working together and dating she just didn't/couldn't get close in a way that I needed her to. She wanted me sexually, but couldn't go about it in a normal manner and I wasn't about to just grab her and have my way with her, something she would have let me do.

    I finely got so frustrated at the situation that I just dropped her, that really got to her and I wasn't any too happy about it either because she was a good hard working woman.

    But come on, seven months, one kiss, it was time to call it quits and move on with my life.

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  31. She was also a damn good dancer, sigh....

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  32. BBC: I get the impression that you think this is an internet dating site and you can't decide whether or not it's worth it to hang around and see if mildred is going to put out.

    If that is the case, maybe you should take your blue balls and move on.

    oh, and true story: I once chained myself to a magnificent tree in the hope of saving it from removal by a ruthless bastard of a human being...(business landlord).

    we came to an agreement, and I unchained and went home, secure in the knowledge that the landlord was an honest man, our deal would be honored and the tree would remain a part of this planet.

    Came in the next morning and the tree was gone...taken out during the night. So, technically, I can call myself a tree-hugger.

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