ah ya all forgot the guacamole.
i lived on the border, and my favorite meat of all times was in mexicali, and they had very few cats.

fyi when trying to get milk, u don't press, pinch or knedd the milk bag, you squeeze um.

hell is being married and some of the above u all describe.

well i would suggest getting rid of the "if ur lookin for sex"....get lost part, and delete the part about how u love to drink beer all night long? u r party animal or what?

and what r u trying to snag with a fish hook?

u r such a lovely young woman, why tell them all that garbage.

well, i am an old woman and u asked me what i thought so there it is. soory if i offend anyone.

It was one of the hottest days of the dry season. We had not seen rain in almost a month. The crops were dying. Cows had stopped giving milk. The creeks and streams were long gone back into the earth. It was a dry season that would bankrupt several farmers before it was through.
Every day, my husband and his brothers would go about the arduous process of trying to get water to the fields. Lately this process had involved taking a truck to the local water rendering plant and filling it up with water. But severe rationing had cut everyone off. If we
Didn’t see some rain soon...we would lose everything. It was on this day that I learned the true lesson of sharing and witnessed the only miracle I have seen with my own eyes. I was in the kitchen making lunch for my husband and his brothers when I saw my
Six-year-old son, Billy, walking toward the woods. He wasn't walking with the usual carefree abandon of a youth but with a serious purpose. I could only see his back. He was obviously walking with a great effort ... trying to be as still as possible. Minutes after he disappeared into the woods, he came running out again, toward the house. I went back to making sandwiches; thinking that whatever task he had been doing was completed. Moments later, however, he was once again walking in that slow purposeful stride toward the woods. This activity went on for an hour: walking carefully to the woods, running back to the house.

Finally I couldn't take it any longer and I crept out of the house and followed him on his journey (being very careful not to be seen...as he was obviously doing important work and didn't need his Mommy checking up on him). He was cupping both hands in front of him as he walked, being very careful not to spill the water he held in them ... maybe two or three tablespoons were held in his tiny hands. I sneaked close as he went into the woods. Branches and thorns slapped his little face, but he did not try to avoid them. He had a much higher purpose. As I leaned in to spy on him, I saw the most amazing site.

Several large deer loomed in front of him. Billy walked right up to them. I almost screamed for him to get away. A huge buck with elaborate antlers was dangerously close. But the buck did not threaten him...he didn't even move as Billy knelt down. And I saw a tiny fawn lying on the ground; obviously suffering from dehydration and heat exhaustion, lift its head with great effort to lap up the water cupped in my beautiful boy's hand. When the water was gone, Billy jumped up to run back to the house and I hid behind a tree.
I followed him back to the house to a spigot to which we had shut off the water. Billy opened it all the way up and a small trickle began to creep out. He knelt there, letting the drip, drip slowly fill up his makeshift "cup," as the sun beat down on his little back. And it came clear to me: The trouble he had gotten into for playing with the hose the week before. The lecture he had received about the importance of not wasting water. The reason he didn't ask me to help him. It took almost twenty minutes for the drops to fill his hands. When he stood up and began the trek back, I was there in front of him.

His little eyes just filled with tears. "I'm not wasting," was all he said. As he began his walk, I joined him...with a small pot of water from the kitchen. I let him tend to the fawn. I stayed away. It was his job. I stood on the edge of the woods watching the most beautiful heart I have ever known working so hard to save another life. As the tears that rolled down my face began to hit the ground, other drops...and more drops...and more suddenly joined them. I looked up at the sky. It was as if God, himself, was weeping with pride.
Some will probably say that this was all just a huge coincidence. Those miracles don't really exist. That it was bound to rain sometime. And I can't argue with that... I'm not going to try. All I can say is that the rain that came that day saved our farm...just like the actions of one little boy saved another.
I don't know if anyone will read this...but I had to send it out. To honor the memory of my beautiful Billy, who was taken from me much too soon... But not before showing me the true face of God, in a little, sunburned body.

well so what is the question, and what is the answer?

lily...u and ur long list of rules....pretty intense.
one question. if u r only 34, how could u be married 34 years?
am wondering about that...
3 engagements...well i guess u would know about that, too.

well i don't let anybody from kentucky live next to me. so i guess that's the kind of neighbor i am.

they don't run from fire, they jump from it.

no stinking ointment.
kerosene, fire and ice pick. some pain, but worth it to kill the little buggers.

this is how u get rid of crabs.

u pour kerosene on the infected area, and set fire to it. as the crabs jump off, you stab them with an ice pick.

i was told this works everytime and i got my information from a crab expert on just say hi who had just attempted this with 90% success rate.

ya get to spend some quality time on ur back.

well first of all i have to kiss my mirror, and find some stickable lipstick,????? then disinfect my toilet water, and rub the mirror a little.
mary kay would endorse her lipstick, but she would turn over in her grave if she knew we were testing her products this way.

then, i have to measure the results. did this work or not, and wait until the health department hears i am using toilet water to clean the bathroom mirros. oh geeze.

i call them getting experience. u should know the answer to that lilly.

Answer: well of course my x hsband said i was crazy. but you don't think i would post that before you heard my story do you?
the dog is saying nothing.

i know what my x says. and this is what i have to say about him.
he has gone back to the sunny state of California where he is with his 5th wife who thinks she is god's gift to the world.

however, this is the deal. my husband married me cause we had rising banana bread in the oven. after he found out he did not want anymore rising bread, he turned the heat up, so i went my own way. he followed,?? then he married a lovely woman that was 2x the person he was. he divorced her, and it was thought she was dead for a while, but she turned up alive in bakersfield with her husband of 20 years. well, u did not need to know those details, but i was sure you would want to know. anyway, back to my x......he started drinking and...
found a rich social lite in a bar, that had plenty of money and a beautiful house, and he snagged her cause he really liked her house. they fought like thieves, so they got a divorce. then, he went onto another rich real estate mogel, with same profile, rich and nice house. that lasted only a short time, so back to wifie number 3 he went, and they fought like thieves again. so then, he moved back up to my state, where i was, and turned up the oven heat again, but this time, no banana's rising, because some years had passed, the flame died and the fire in the furnace was out, so back to his divorced wife he went making her his 5th wife. if u can make any sense of this let me know.
but that is the way it went and noone could have told me in my younger years, that this nice guy would do this kind of thing.
anyway i have a dog now.

Gams said it.

I think it is disgusting that someone in my state would frighten poor little girls by showing them how they wash the mirrors with toilet water.
On the other hand, I am going to try it.

u got rules? um what exactly r rules in a relationship>

the end to this demiashton story is that he is going to do the deed, and they are going to have twins, so they can collect $17 million dollars, and give it to charity? and then when she hits the big 60 and her tips, and asp, start to sag they will go their separate ways.

well i forgot one thing. when he gets the bill for college,(trust me on this one),they will get a divorce.