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I never do this, but I am asking for at least my old Xanga friends to read and rec. this post.  I want others to see it.  But most importantly comment, I need answers.

 

Even though I have not been a regular on xanga and have not posted a lot it has always felt like coming home. Less comments, that's to be expected, you snooze you lose and all that. Not a loyal blogger, not consistent  with blogging or comments, understandable, no one knows you or cares. I get that.  But this was a place where I still felt like home, where I could express my crazy life, in my crazy way, and people would like it it for the most part.  

Now don't get me wrong, I have met some very nice people here as of late.  But I am so out of the loop.

I feel 100 years old.

What the F*%Ck is a troll? See I can't even use the F word, we didn't do that back in my Xanga days.  And I'm sorry someone posts the word CUNT on the front page?  I am NOT a prude, and I swear like the best of them, but really? the C word?

And OMG this obsession with

Evolution vs. creationism 

Atheists vs. Christians ( so far it seems other religions or non religions are left out of the war, thank GOD)

Gay bashing, Gay love, Gay pretend love, ( I love you, just not you)

Then there is the pure HATE for Obama and democrats and pure disgust with republicans.  No grey EVER.

The hate and the disrespect are honestly freaking me out.  

Who is LoBorn and why does Xanga hate them?  They seemed very Christian on their site, but lots of Christians dislike them ( her I guess ) too. It confuses me.

I don't understand.  According to Gallup Polls, assisted suicide is the most controversial subject.  But here we just rip on people's identities, and religious or lack there of, beliefs.  I used to be Xanga friends with @pryjmaty, who I guess is still around.  On the surface we couldn't be more different, she was ( not sure if she still is) into a life style I didn't really understand.  But she had kids, so we found common ground. No vicious attacks, because she was into domination and submission.  What do I care?  Whatever makes you happy. 

Thank God for @seedsower who writes nice stuff, and is sweet and pleasant.  And @thetheologianscafe still asks interesting questions about those odd news stories he finds, or about what people are talking about here.  And what people are talking about here, just blows my mind most of the time.  Not wanting American Soldiers at your table?  I was sad about that, and kind of angry, but some of the comments, wow! Actually, I did skim it and a couple of his points were kind of true, in my opinion.  I see grey.  

But Dan Theologian is no longer on the top every day, and even though that sort of irritated me, it was a constant, I don't like change much.

And then there is my @Bubblyslife, she seems the same.  And of course there is my wonderful Bob, still the same, into scrabble, so sweet and supportive, I just love @twoberry. I still see @madhousewife sometimes around here.  @stillgroovy, does protected posts because she wanted to, so I got her a life time thing,years ago. Around here I see @celestialeteapot and once in while I see @transvestite_rabbit, who is so funny and a wonderful writer. I see @jsolberg is still blogging, and @Santivi, is here. And @dsullivan was here the other day I believe. And the loyal @Erika_steel is here. @musicmom60, I have seen. @trixiebelden is still posting but I guess I miss them for some reason. @vexations is still writing beautiful poems and posting lovely photos, thank God. And he leaves witty comments from time to time. @PPhilip another loyal guy. @Leonidas seems to be back, doing a fitness blog. But nothing else.

I hope I didn't miss anyone who is still here.  

 I miss @BB61 and his liberty girls, and @miss_order was nice. @bad-dogma has not posted for two years and he left the best comments and was also SO funny. I miss @fratmom and @CynaraJane, @Devilsdogs_dog who could have written a book. @jadedmom and @kissmequickly come back. @DaBombMom2 and @D n N Mommy, @daisymae 81, @jerjonji, @mouthygurl, the only Xangan I ever met in person and @MsCatbert2you, @Nina-Williams could funny me and write me under the table, hasn't blogged since 2010. @princessfiveanddime, it's been years,@pray14me? Last blog 2010. @Paizleygrl, it's been a year. @SouthForkCheerMom seems to bop in on occasion, but not daily like before. Where's @TheFunnyFarm and her pigs? @whonose, 2009, last blog. @simone-de-beauvoir wrote timely, sometimes controversial stuff, but it was discussed with respect and maturity. @SunnyCalifornia, great attitude about life. @pulling-my-hair-out, all gone. @LonaMay, long gone. @browneyedpsycho, shut down, @Corbow, thought of coming back but didn't. @toogoofy, last blog 2007,@SoonerRose gone

I'm sure, actually I know, there are so many more.  People who closed their sites down for good, people I loved and miss that I overlooked here. Like Rick ( can't remember his Xanga name)and Mark ( forgot his Xanga name but he was funny too) If I forgot you, it isn't because I didn't like you, I'm just old. Or maybe you're still here and I missed you.  if you were my Xanga friend back in the day, I loved you.

This is just a different Xanga, one I don't know if I like yet.  We used to have inside jokes among the community. I wrote this once upon a time 

Sunday, 25 June 2006

• Xangans are a supportive and protective little group.  Thank you.  
  Wow, I have come a long way baby.  It has been over a year since I wrote my first post, here it is, Laura's first xanga post
  
  
  Then I proceeded to re post my very first post there.
  
  
  I love blogging, I miss it.  I know we can't go back, but I just wish things were nicer here.  Maybe I am missing something.  Long timers help me out, please.  I don't want to shut down this site, but I don't understand Xanga.
  
  
  Making fake magazine covers, making fake advice columns, laughing together about pigs and cats ( inside joke), I miss that.  So much laughing, so much support, so much REAL love. 
  
  
  
  
  I'm just sad.  I don't like this soap opera.  I don't like Jr. High.  I blocked about five people on Xanga my whole time here and that was because they wanted me to look at their Vaginas.And sorry you've seen one seen um all.  Everyone blocks here, threatens to block, writes about blocking and hating other Xangans.
  No it's not the same, not at all.  It just isn't.
  
  
  EDIT:  With all my ranting and strolling down memory lane I forgot my photo's.  
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I have lost and kept of between 40 and fifty pounds.  Not sure of the exact number but it's at least 40 for sure. And I am here to share my tips!

Any over weight person knows how to lose weight.  Skinny people, it's a myth that over weight people don't know how to lose.  We ( and I am including myself) have done it, sometimes multiple times.  But usually, we end up gaining it back and then some.  I feel comfortable talking about keeping it off now, since it's been over a year, my longest time I think.  Usually by now I am so mad I threw out the fat clothes and People act like they didn't notice that I was in a bikini yesterday and now I am wearing the bathing suit with the long skirt. 

So even though over weight people may know how to lose weight I am going to give my tips anyway.

1) Get a divorce or have a really bad break up.  At least 5 pounds will come off automatically.  You don't have to do anything.  It could be five pounds of water ( from all the crying ) or the stress making you feel like you're on speed and the urge to vomit when thinking of food.  No matter this works a big percentage of the time.  Some people have lost as much as 20 pounds in a month with this method, but I will only guarantee five.

I was divorced in 2007, but since we stayed living together it didn't count until I was basically forced out. The weight started to drop right away.  Not an option?  Ok, but I basically just gave you a sure fire way, but if that won't work...

2)  Don't eat.  Ok let me say I am in no way advocating anorexia, that's an illness and I see it too much here on Xanga.  However, I don't care what they say about starving and metabolism,  No food, little food, small amount of calories, the weight comes off.  If you have a bowl of ice cream every day and eat nothing else you will lose weight.  I'm not saying this is healthy, I am just saying simply, that it's a fact less calories less weight.

 

3) The dreaded exercise.  Eventually you are going to be really hungry from eating celery and lettuce for two months.  You can NOT go back to the addictive, Burger King, McDonalds, or Taco Bell. My friend flips them off and that seems to work.    You probably should start eating though, since technically you are an anorexic if you are only eating celery and lettuce. But try and add " healthy" foods.  By that I mean low calorie really.  I doubt skinny cow ice cream is healthy but it tastes pretty good.  And is satisfying.  Just remember 10 in a row, not good.  I know there are millions of books, about carbs, and metabolism, and protein and muscle burning fat but being heavier and on and on.  The simple fact is this, you need to get rid of what you put in.  And I am not talking about puking.  Just like a car, you have to move to get the tank to empty. So if you add too much food, too many calories, healthy or not, you have to burn it off.

 

 

I Hate exercise , that is seriously my old treadmill.  

 

You have to find something that is tolerable to you.  For me it's walking, not strolling, walking fast.  You have to get your heart rate up, and I do that by walking up a lot of hills, also, when I feel myself slowing down I jog a little to get it back up. I try and do this at least an hour 4 times a week at a minimum.

I like walking outside, it's less boring to me than watching TV on the tread mill.  I also bring my Ipod with me, I love music and I love the music I love.  So I can listen to a show freakin tune if I want to, if that's what gets me going, and nobody else knows.  I put on music that makes me happy and energizes me.

 

I also had to get over the embarrassment. First, the fat person obviously trying to lose weight is embarrassing , outside and in public. In a health club, it really is embarrassing.  But when I am home, the couch and TV. are calling so I can't do it at home. Also, you look stupid walking fast and I sort of made fun of people,  who used to do it, back in my obese days.  Well screw all those judgmental people like me. Just blow it off and go.

 

To keep it off I try really hard not to reward myself with food or say to myself "oh you've been so good just go for it" I have to say " being a fat ass is no reward stupid"

 

There is no magic cure. 

 

And it never gets easier

I only let myself get five pounds over what I am.  I still need to lose about 15, but for the most part I'm happy.  Anyway, when I get to the five pound mark every few months, I step it up.

 

It's not all sunshine and roses, I mean people seem to be a bit nicer and I get lots of compliments from people who knew me in the fat days, but there are downsides.

You can't eat tons of yummy comfort food.  Just like I loved smoking and still miss it, it's not an option for me.  Neither is a Whopper and fries.  I just know for me I can't go there.  It's like a drug, it's an addiction, I don't allow myself.

Of course I fall off the wagon and rationalize sometimes.  Many times, but like I said, I have the five pound rule and I make myself stick to it. And I do avoid the fast food, I haven't had a big mac in a VERY long time.

And I might be kind of cranky

Even though I guess technically I " changed my lifestyle"  I still feel like I'm on a continual diet.  

But it all comes down to choice.  Fat and unhealthy, but get to eat great stuff all the time or thin and get to eat great stuff in moderation or not at all.

Sorry, I basically told you all what you already knew, but I hope it helped anyway.

Now here are my signature photo's of the day.

 

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Re writing this stupid blog!  Thanks At&T, you came through again!  so please be nice and make it worth the fact I wrote the whole thing again.  So frustrating.

Hi I'm Laura, and I'm a recovering farmville addict.  Farming is really not my thing.  I don't enjoy the smell of manure, I kill plants just by looking at them, but most importantly, it's hard work.

I don't remember how this happened, Zynga ( not to be confused with Xanga) was like a drug pusher.   Just by watering a couple of my neighbors crops, I had money to buy my own crops.  Strawberries were cheap, why not?  I didn't get a big high at first, when planting the strawberries, so I just planted and left for the day.  When I returned I saw this!!!!

It was shocking, it was disturbing.  I almost cried.  In fact I probably did shed some tears.  All that work!  The clicking of the mouse, moving my little farmer around.  I was pissed.  I learned after that, you either stay glued to your computer or you buy crops that last a couple days or at least more than four hours.  I don't remember how you earn money, I think you pick good crops and water your neighbors  crops. I did those things, but a couple times I pulled out the credit card. Just a 20 here and there, and only like twice, don't judge.

I just really wanted a big house and a town and my cows had to be in a barn.  It just looked bad the other way.  No house, animals everywhere, wandering around. It needed to be stopped.

At the time I had my beautiful farm, with a town, and a couple houses, a green house and even a school, I lived with my ex, expunged.  Sometimes he was downright rude about my farm.  For example he would say things like " how's your farm?"  But he said it in a way that meant he wasn't really interested, it was more like " how's your stupid computer, not real, ridiculous, waste of time farm?"

I didn't let it bother me. After all, when I was a Sim's addict and I made my expunged Sim pee his pants, before letting him drown in the pool, the real Expunged didn't even crack a smile. I mean come on that's funny!

Anyway, after decorating for Christmas, even though I was very put off there was ZERO Chanukah decorations, I started to get tired of Farmville.  No one seemed impressed with my Farmville photo I posted on Facebook.  And I got sick of having to be home by 10:00 to pick my Watermelon and milk my cows.  Farming is a lot of work and not as fun as setting your virtual ex-husband on fire.

So I killed my farm, no hurricane or flood, just a delete.  Sometimes I miss my bunny, and the chickens, but I know it's better for me to actually go to real outside, where the wether actually changes.

Sims are gone too, they all died horrible death

But now I have a new hobby, big time amateur photography,  here are a few of my photos - my new signature at the end of blogs.

I will post a few at the end of every blog , I know too exciting!!!!

Boys at work

Navy pier a view form my Dad's apartment 

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Just kidding, a little Xanga fun.

 No, I would like to talk about more serious matters.  I have noticed a few trends in my life and I am trying to decide what the trends are supposed to teach me.  I believe things that happen over and over in ones lives, happen for a reason, so help me out here.

Trend 1) 99% of the time I choose the wrong line at the grocery store.  I am not kidding. It never fails.

 I examine the lines and try and be scientific.  Ok 10 items or less, that should be fast right?  

Wrong, new checker, inexperienced, day two, knows nothing and has to keep calling over checker from the line next to her, which was going to be my second choice.

So then I might look at how the checker is doing for a min.  Is she wizzing through things, not too much chit chat?  Ok I pick that one.  Oh, what a surprise, the first women has 3,000 coupons and needs to discuss her coupons and sales and how much she really gets off.  

Lady two needs a price check, and her juice leaked all over the belt which has to be cleaned, she needs new juice but the only person available is already getting a price check.  They don't have anymore of the thing she needs checked so they have to call a manager over and guess.  I sigh meanly, but no one cares.  I move to another line, omg could he be any slower.  He scans the items like he is stoned ( which he probably is.) This also never fails, one or two people in front of me almost always have a problem.

Trend two:  The travel cruse.  This started at a young age, with my family.  We had cat diarrea in our camper, a tornado when we were in a tent.  I slept in a bath tub and a car. Our camper broke putting it up and on and on.

Adult travel curses have included planes being multiple hours delayed.  That wouldn't be so bad, except they always say " Folks flight 101 is about 10 min. delayed, we will be boarding in about 10 to 15 min"

 1 hour later " We apologize it looks like the plane wasn't cleaned, give us about 10 min and we will start boarding?.  

Two hours later"  "We're sorry for those of you flying to Baltimore, it seems one of our flight attendants had a nervous breakdown, we should be able to start the boarding process in 10 min."

30 min later " Anyone flying from Chicago to Baltimore on flight 101, it seems someone has planted a bomb in the plane, we need to get a new plane, this one should be here in about 3 hours, we appreciate your patience. "

Once we all got free vouchers for tickets to anywhere the airline flew. Due to the multiple delays and the engine trouble and the snacks being stale etc...  The air line said, when I called to redeem them, the airport people shouldn't have done that.  Well THEY DID ! SO HAND OVER MY TRIP TO HAWWI. Two hours later got a voucher that basically said I could only fly June1st at 3:00 and back July 29th at midnight.

I have also, had my breast fly out of my bra, flop onto my shirt, on horseback, in the jungles of Mexico with only, me, my friend, and a potential rape and murdering guide.  That trip also included having a bull charge at us making our horses rear up, having wild dogs bite our horses as we went through slums, and the three hour tour lasting well into the night ( six hours or more).

Earlier on that trip my friend and I were thrown to the bottom of the ocean, nearly drowning, and making the ear infection I got day one of the trip, burn intensely.

Hotels have lost my reservation, said they had no roll aways, although I was promised one, cancelled my reservation when I never cancelled  etc...  I have stayed in places that looked good online but needed to be condemned ( one actually was, and was being torn down the next week).

I have had airlines lose my luggage, had my wallet stolen, been on a train with new born twin babies, in the "luxury suite" as big as my small bathroom. 

Been on a bus that broke down for hours,and a host of other problems.

Trend three: I am ALWAYS in a long term ( years ) battle with one utility company or another, usually involving, phone, internet and cable. Spending hours on the phone, with hundreds of people, never getting anywhere.  This is usually due to lack of service, billing mistakes, not understanding English and I'm talking about the people who are actually from America.

WhAT IS THE LESSON HERE:  I need to break these cycles.  What does this say about me????

 

Since @Seedsower was so nice to post some of my photos, I think I I'll do that after every blog, as sort of a signature. Getting a little braver on Xanga about posting them. So here goes, photos I took and edited. Nothing to do with the topic Just a way to share them.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

I call this one on Golden pond.  Clever huh?  Yes I know I am just quick with little things like that 

Edit:  anyone coming here on @Seedsower shout out, I am usually not this "controversial". I don't want people thinking she has lost her touch.

 

Since I have been sort of back I have noticed a trend in front page entries, and a general trend on xanga.  Now, today isn't so bad, it's Sunday and I think people must be exhausted with the amount of arguing and " discussion" of religion or belief in God and the lack thereof. And whether or not Gay people are pushing their disgusting agenda down others throats or not.  I do remember some political debates back in the day, but the gay thing and religion, not so much on here.  And even the politics were tame.

The lack of mutual respect is pretty shocking to me.  And the waste of time.  Can I just tell all of you people ( who probably aren't even reading this) it is a WASTE of your valuable time.  NO ONE is going to change someones mind.  In fact, if you actually change someones mind I want to know about it, because I will be shocked.  

Having said that, I am going to give my lame views on one.  Or at least what I have observed.  I don't even care if I get rude comments, bring it on.  I won't argue back though, I am just stating what I think and see.  And arguing back has already proven to be futile and annoying.

The subject I feel most strongly about is the homosexual one.  I am not gay, I am not Bi.  In fact right now I am anti romance, sex and coupling.  But that's just an odd quirk that could pass, and if it does, I like men.  Romantically.  Not really in a lot of other ways because men really are from Venus and I don't always understand them. 

Just because I know a few gay people does NOT make me an expert in homosexuality.  Not even close.  I can only say what I have observed and what I have seen and it's going to shock many of you.

Eating dinner in a gay community, in this case boys town in Chicago - disappointingly normal, it was the same as eating dinner in a straight community.  No sex on the tables, no converting an obviously straight man with his wife or girlfriend at the next table. No lesbians coming on to me.  Which is not really a surprise , since lesbians have never been attracted to me, where as other friends have had lots of lesbians find them attractive.  Which sort of hurts my feelings, but I'm fine I guess. 

Gay bar vs. straight bar- Both too loud to have a conversation.  Both too crowded to find a place to sit.  Both serve alcohol.  Gay bars have more men than women.  Straight bars have about an equal amount.  Both bars I am short and get lost in the crowd.  Both bars no one makes a move on me, again hurt, but then again who can see me? No line at the women's rest room at the gay bar, a plus. Again, no sex at the gay bar, not even that much PDA, and I would say the straight bars had more. Not that many great looking model types at either bar.  Huge disappointment at the gay bars.  You know everyone says the good looking ones are gay? My friends or friend when I went alone with only one of them, were by far the best looking men in every bar we went to.  I thought even if I couldn't have them, I could look, but nope.  Regular guys, some ok, some down right ugly.  Another plus in the gay bars, one gay bar had, instead of sports,  Golden girls on TV.  I love that show, couldn't hear it though, too loud in the bar.

Breakfast at Gay restaurant- see dinner above.

Gay relationships I have observed.

They tend to like musicals more than men in straight relationships, although expunged enjoyed musicals, I had to buy the tickets and tell him we were going, it wasn't something he would have perused on his own. Also clothes shopping, although again, expunged liked shopping for himself and me when I was thin, but you wouldn't know it by looking at him now. But I think that is sort of rare in hetero guys. The shopping thing. But maybe not. Expunged always decorated our house too and has great taste, so much for stereotypes.

Other than that in both Gay and Lesbian relationships I have seen and heard the following:

They need to do laundry

they are going grocery shopping

One of them is annoying for leaving a towel on the floor

They are going to a movie ( not porn)

They are watching TV.

One is watching TV. the other one is sleeping

Dishes are piling up, they need to be done.

If they have kids, the kids are driving them nuts

Or they are bragging about kids

They or one of them is going to work out

They have a headache.

They hate their job

work is going well.

sound familiar- Yawn

I  have talked to my straight, women, girlfriends, 100 x's more than I have ever discussed sex with a gay friend.  I know more about my married female friends sex lives then their husbands would probably be comfortable with.  I know NOTHING about what my good, Gay friend does or does not do in the bedroom, except sleep or have a hard time sleeping.

Gay people get together as couples for the same reasons I married expunged.

I was attracted to him, yes, sexually, however there was so much more than that.

I thought he would make a good dad, and he was.

I thought he was a good match with me ( he wasn't).

We laughed a lot pre marriage - that ended quickly

We had basically the same values and spiritual beliefs, still do

I felt emotionally, physically, spiritually, sexually, romantically, connected to him, not just one, but all.

He was my best friend but I loved him more than a best friend.  I wanted to be with him forever. I thought he " got" me and I " got" him.  Again, WRONG.

With every gay adult who is in a relationship, it is the same thing, same feelings, it isn't ALL about sex, probably not even close.  There have been gay relationships that have lasted longer than most marriages and trust me, if that is all about sex, well more power to them then, because lets be honest, you need a hell of a lot more than that to sustain a relationship.

Almost every blog I have read here on Xanga reduces the gay relationship down to sex, and sex only.

 I would bet my life, (and this has probably been done) if a survey was done on long term gay relationships, starting from day one of living together, their sex lives correspond with heterosexual married couples on average.  In other words, some couples are insane and do it non stop, some once or twice a week, some go months with nothing.

 And sex, when PEOPLE have it, in a relationship, is an expression of love between the two people.  An extension of their relationship, not THE RELATIONSHIP.

And YOU unless you are told, have ZERO idea what they are doing sexually.  All you know is they are not having sexual intercourse the way a man and women do, since no vagina is there ( in the case of two men). And no real penis is involved with two women. You don't KNOW FOR A FACT anything else. Just like I don't know what your doing and really don't care.  Why some people seem obsessed with the sex life of a gay or lesbian person is beyond me. 

You can throw out your pick and choose biblical quotes all you want, but really, you are waisting your energy.  

There have always been gay people.  There always will be.  Nothing you say, biblically or otherwise is changing this.  

And although I really don't know Jack about politics, it seems to me, having an anti gay rights be a huge part of your political agenda only hurts.  

But like I said, I won't change anyones mind with this blog.  It just felt good to write it.

 Because I know what I have SEEN, and witnessed, and been a part of, with my own human experience.  Where as some of you wouldn't know how a gay person thinks and feels, since you never bothered to actually talk to a person who just happens to be gay.

We are all so much more alike than some of you realize.  We share the human experience.  We want love, acceptance, and respect.  We want to live our lives in peace.  We want to be able to get fulfillment out of our jobs, and or raising our kids, we want to enjoy a good meal, lose weight, be healthy, have nice things, have some sort of spiritual grounding, even if that isn't called God.  Unless you are an evil sicko who is so messed up and far removed from life, we all want the same things.

And that's how I see it.

You Xangan's can continue to blog about whatever you want, and go around and around.  I am going back to my " try ad be witty" blogs, and if you like those great, if not, you're not fun.

I don't want to brag, well actually I do.  In the last couple years I have lost at least 40 pounds possibly more.  Lost a lot of it last year, lost more this year and have kept it off.  Well, with my new found appearance  more and more people are pushing the dating sites on me.  

The last time I was in the dating world the way you found a date or potential boyfriend was through high school, college, or a bar.  I met expunged ( ex husband) at a dive bar, while my friend was looking for an illegal substance to purchase.  Not an auspicious start.  

I am still friends with the woman who was looking for the illegal substance, but I'm pretty sure she gave that up at least 20 years or more ago, and the dive bar has been torn down.  At least I think it was torn down, if not, I can't even imagine how the smell of urine, smoke, and beer mixture smells now.  

Everyone insists the way you find a potential mate in 2011 is on a dating site.  I have to say these things just freak me out a little. I don't want to make a clever profile and think of witty things to say.  I don't feel like digging up the best photo of myself and then meet the person and have them think " wow, nope not even close to the picture."  What if I only get gross people interested, like this man on Jdate?

If you are him, can I make a suggestion?  Lose the stuffed animals, seriously, not attractive to anyone over five.

In fact, creepy beyond belief.  

I mean that would be such a blow to my self esteem, I think I would go back in the non-dating world and never come out again.  

Anyway, I decided to research the best dating sites, just in case.  And I came up with these.

 These are not the best dating sites, but they are interesting, so I thought I would let you, the readers, decide which one I should choose.

 

 http://dailydiapers.com/

People who are into diaper wearing adults

wow, this makes stuffed animal guy seem like a catch.  Really?  Please don't pick this one.  I would like to say straight out I am not into depends, or grown ups who wear them.  I'm sorry if you have to, but I even told expunged, once the diapers come out, he's gone.  To the home, to the kids, I don't care, but it wasn't going to be with me.

 

http://www.datemypet.com/

I don't think they mean you actually date their fish, I am pretty sure you date them.  However, right now I don't have a pet and it looks like you need to make a profile for your pet to make sure it is compatible with the other person's pet.  And since I am pretty sure cats and fish don't mix, I think this could limit the pool.

 

http://www.writeaprisoner.com/inmate-profiles/default.aspx

Prisoners

Can I just say unfortunately the men I found on this site are better looking then the Jdate guys on average.  Not all, but on average.  I thought he was kind of cute 

 

He's only 23, but he may be desperate.

Then there is this one, he reminds me somewhat of the boys at work.  If I was going to go that route I really could wait until one of the boys at work became legal and date them when they go to prison, at least I know them.

 

http://2Date4love.com/

is a site for people who CAN'T have sexual intercourse.  I can, but don't think I want to.  pre intercourse is a lot of work for women and a lot of worries.  For example, we need to make sure the breasts look good in all positions, which is almost an imposible task for big breasted women, which I am.  Then there is all the making the rest of the body perfect and scrubbing yourself clean until you're raw etc...  After all that I'm tired.  I was thinking of lying and saying my down there ( too immature to use the real word) was broken and closed for an indefinite period of time.

 

Then again

https://scientificmatch.com/html/index.php

promises great sex and a match based on body chemistry.  This one costs $2000.00 so I was thinking of setting up paypal in case any of you wanted to donate to the get Laura a sizzling date fund. 

 

This is for furries

definition:

In the simplest sense furries are fans of anthropromorphic animals. That is, animals with human like features or tendencies (Fox McCloud, Sonic the Hedgehog... etc) pretty much all furries will create their own character or "fursona" 

http://pounced.org/

don't think so, but who knows?

Then we have

http://www.crazyblinddate.com/

Don't see the person until you meet

http://saladmatch.com/

http://www.vampiresocial.com/

http://www.mulletpassions.com/

All self explanitory

 

And even though I have not smoked pot for about thirty years, I could always start again for the right person

http://www.420dating.com/

 

This one has the possibility of being fake but if not, I thought my name should be momof Goodytwoshoes- a great Amish name if I do say so myself

http://amish-online-dating.com/

The guy with the funky beard looks interesting.

 

http://www.datealittle.com/

short people need love too

seemed appealing, I'm only five one, thought it would be nice to feel like a giant, but then decided I might not be physically attracted to a man who is 4 feet tall.

http://www.intelligentdating.net/

wants professionals, and I'm not really sure Para professional counts even if the word professional is in there.

 

http://www.maturesinglesclick.com/

is for old people, which I am, but not sure if I want an 90 year old guy.  Unless he's rich, about to die, and has no children or anyone else slated to inherit the $$$$ 

 

http://www.adoptaguy.com/

Sounds promising.  Women SHOP for a man.  I just would want to make sure I get what I purchase and that there is a return policy in place.

http://www.farmersonly.com/

I'm not even close to being a farmer, but I know farmers and stepped in pig poop once, so maybe. 

https://www.nolongerlonely.com/

For people who are mentally ill. Not sure if mild depression counts, but the title sounds too desperate.  Plus, I'm not really equipped to date a sociopath.

So friends, relatives, and strangers, what do you think?

I asked my Gay bff to fix me up with a heterosexual man with his personality, but surprisingly, most of his male, single, friends are Gay, and that isn't going to work out.

I'm not sure I really want to date yet, but I should probably be prepared just in case.  

I'll go with the majority of recommendations.  If anyone comments on this at all.  If not, I guess I'll have to choose one myself.

But I would appreciate the help, don't let me down.

 

PS.  Just so you know who you're dealing with these are current photo's of me

 

And here is an old one for comparison and to make new ones look REALLY good

I think when choosing a dating site for someone you should know what they look like, unless you pick the blind date one, then it's surprise!

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Before you read this,lets try and be civil here.  This subject is very sensitive, but my feelings on the matter are VERY strong.  So if you can't respect me, silently leave, if you disagree with other bloggers, leave them alone.  No fights here.

I am about to admit something and it may offend quite a few of you, but I HATE stupid people. They are all over the place, they are in the workplace, they are 99.% of the people I deal with when I have a customer service related question or problem, they are in our government.  

Stupid people don't deserve the same rights as you and I.  If I have to tell you the reason you can't go in the home to remove the cable is because we tore the house down, more than twice, well you should have to pay higher taxes than me.  

If you tell me I should have seen if my new residence had good service with YOUR company, before I moved there, you need to be sitting on the back of the bus.  

If four of the people in your company say, yes you are insured with us, we cover your eye care, you get $300.00 a year, and it turns out no, they don't cover you, they used to last year, you won't be getting a reimbursement from them ever, even though the last stupid person said the check would be in the mail, one of you should have to be my slave.

If you have brought me to a point where I am seriously going to gun down everyone in your company, and then kill myself, you need to be in a interment camp. 

I think it's never to early to teach your kids about stupid people.  They are everywhere and children need to be prepared.  I know the first time I went to my kids open house and just wanted to leave, stupid people asked irrelevant questions and often questions that had already been answered. I was shocked.

I just was never prepared to spend, literally, hours on the phone, with multiple people, on multiple days, multiple times, to be put on hold, to listen to tortuous, repetitive, music and have person numer 400 say " Mam, I understand your frustration but..."

To have people look at me in a confused way when I say " but your sign says on sale"  and they say back " mam, that's only if you're wearing red today"  and then I say " but it doesn't say that"  And then they call their manager who is also stupid, and tells me, they know it doesn't say that in the store, it was in the add from the

paper I didn't read.

Stupid people shouldn't have the same rights as the rest of us.  They infringe on my rights all the time.  They effect my health by raising my blood pressure.  They use up hours of my valuable tv. watching time.  

If you are one of those stupid sympathizers and love everyone kind of person, you obviously don't know how dangerous and evil these people are.  Some of them even hide behind education.  I had the head of a company tell me I was stupid for listening to THEIR customer service rep, following her instructions that broke MY phone.  Then he said I needed to pay for a new one.  I don't think so stupid man!

They are everywhere, they make work meetings go on for hours, asking questions only relevant to themselves, that have already been answered.

They are annoying, they don't hear you the first time.  They don't know their company rules and don't communicate with other departments.  

I wouldn't be surprised if companies secretly have a stupid quota they have to fill.  And that it is the majority of  the company that has to meet the stupid criteria.

Please write your congressman or woman and tell them this needs to stop.  Laws need to made.  They shouldn't be allowed to dine in the same restaurants as me.  Stupid people don't realize they shouldn't bring their screaming brat to a nice restaurant.  Chucky Cheese is right down the street.   

But don't bother writing to your representatives if they are stupid, which could well be the case.

Smart people, wake up, these people are taking your jobs, they are taking our sanity.  Please join me in this quest.

Stupid people, don't comment on this blog, oh wait, I forgot you don't even know you're stupid  so you probably will.  AHHHHHH!

 

If truth be told, I probably work with a lot of crazy people, but for this blog I will discuss just one.

Those of you who happen to run across this and don't know what I do, or where I work I will give a very brief synopsis.  I currently work at a residential treatment program I refer to as Safeway. However I work for a local school district.  Sort of confusing I know.  Anyway, I am a " para profesional" I have a certificate and everything.  Really what that means is, I am a teacher's aide and many times at Safeway, it really means, paper grader, and babysitter of troubled, or as I like to call them, bad boys.  That is my sort of affectionate pet name for them.

The bad boys are teens between the ages of 13 and 18.  Now anyone who knows teenaged boys, knows they are all sort of bad, so these boys are especially bad.  But apparently my new coworker doesn't realize that.  

I probably shouldn't complain, earlier in the summer I was babysitting the PE. teacher's daughter and losing a big hunk of my already paltry salary.  But I am going to complain, because it's my blog and I can.

Anyway, not all the teachers at Safeway work in the summer and none of them want to work all summer, so my boss had to get someone from the district who wanted to work.  We got Candy ( not her real name ) and she teaches one subject at the regular ed high school, and it isn't bad boy 101.  

You may be thinking that Candy, even though she works with kids, may not be good with our particular cliental.  Well, lets just say that is a huge understatement.

I am pretty good at remembering conversations verbatim, so I am going to give you some brief exchanges so you can get the big picture.

 

Candy:  Laura, I think what we need to do is find these kid's passion and incentives for good behavior.  I am planning on bringing Candy in the room ( not why she has the fake name Candy) and if they give me ten min of work they get one piece of Candy and it's going to be the good stuff too.  Do you want to know why? 

Me: Sure, yeah I guess ( me thinking, oh great, an idiot )

Candy:  Well, when I give my dog a milk bone he will sit for me, but if I give him streak I can get him to do anything I want. Do you see where I'm going with this?

ME: Yeah, I guess ( omg she's screwed)

Candy: I am sensing you aren't with me on this, I am here to motivate the unmotivated, and I am just the person to do it.

Me: ( knowing the PE. teacher no longer needs a babysitter, and I really need money) no, I'm right with you, whatever you want to do is fine ( me thinking, they are going to HATE her)

The next day

Candy: ( to a boy in condescending, high, cheerleader voice) if you give me ten min of work, I'll give you a piece of candy from my special, candy box.

ME:  ( thinking, omg please don't say anything dirty. Then again that could be funny)

Boy: I'm not a Fu--ing dog, you can keep your Fu--king Candy, I'm not doing s-it!

Candy: ( in same tone as before) Are you suuure?  I have some really yummy goodies?

Me: ( Thinking omg, it's a good thing this woman isn't that attractive, she is so setting herself up for dirty comment.)  ( I also burst out laughing at dog thing then quickly cleared my throat and pretended to be looking for something.)

Boy:  Miss Laura can you tell this lame lady that I'm not a fu--ing dog?  If I work, it's because I want to.  I'm not doing tricks for her!

Passes out dry erase boards after telling me they love them. How she knows this is anyones guess.

Boy:  What the F--k are we supposed to do with these, where's ___ ( teacher who is on Summer break). 

Candy:  Well boys, there's a new sheriff in town and we're playing a fun get to know you game. And the swearing needs to stop, because that's disrespectful and I already really like you boys, so lets try and R-E-S-P-E-C-T each other.

Boys look confused as to why she just spelled respect.

Boy:  We're here to learn how to not lie, so I'm not playing.  Miss Laura what's her name again?

Me:  It's Candy, but you can ask her yourself ya know.

Her:  Do you know how you can remember my name?  There's a song by the Shirelles, I have been listening to it all my life!  (Starts singing song with her real name, not Candy, in wrong tune.)

Me:  Umm, that's not how it goes and it's Frankie Vallie and the Four Seasons, not the Shirelles and they don't know that music anyway.

Candy:  Oh sure they do, sing it for them

Me: What?  Oh no, I don't sing.

Candy:  Starts singing song again in wrong tune.

Me: OMG, fine, (I sing song in right tune.)

Boy: never heard of it.  Want to hear some good music?  You got internet on your phone?

Candy:  I sure do! ( proceeds to look up song he mentioned and clicks play)

 

Lyrics to " song" boy wanted her to hear ( not verbatim but close enough)

"Gonna F--k her hard and good, just the way a homie should.  Got my knife, got my gun, want to kill her, oh how fun"

Me: That's not music, that's a dirty, degrading poem.

Candy: ( sort of whispers to me)  I don't think we should cut down their music, that's hurtful.

Me:  Really?  Humm, I have been doing it for the last eight years or so, thanks for the heads up. ( wow)

 

Candy: (to boy) You need to earn your right to go in the middle room.  Now sit down and do your work or I will call your probation.

Boy:  my what?  You mean my P.O?  Go ahead, you don't know the rules in here ____ ( teacher who is on summer break) lets us go in the middle room if we can't concentrate.  I have ADD, I don't stay in here. Tell this lame how it is Miss Laura.

Candy:  There's a new sheriff in town and you need to give me some work Mr. or no middle room.

Boy goes in middle room anyway and accidentally knocks over a giant paper roll that falls in front of the door.

Candy: ( screaming at the top of her lungs ) GET OUT!!!!  GET OUT OF MY CLASSROOM.  THIS IS A FIRE HAZARD!  I HAVE HAD IT WITH YOU! ( in his face at this point, something I advised her to never do) GET OUT!!!!  LAURA REMOVE HIM NOW!

Me:  Wow, ok where should I take him, the boss is out today?

Candy:  I DON'T CARE, TAKE HIM TO THE OFFICE ANYWAY, I NEED ADMINISTRATIVE BACK UP!

ME: ( thinking, OMG poor secretary of boss who is the only one in the office, has to deal with this?)

Boy:  ( on the way up to the office) That lady spit on me, right on my F---ing neck!

Me: ( in tired voice, since PE teacher's daughter was really well behaved) watch the language and do you think you could make an effort with her? Please?  For me?

Boy: Why?  You hate her too, I see the looks.

Me: No I don't, she's just different, and she didn't spit on you on purpose. ( Thinking, oh no, if he noticed the looks she did too)

Boy: I don't care it was disgusting anyway.

Me:  Look she's the boss, if she wants me to skip around the room I skip around the room

Boy:  No way would I let you degrade yourself like that.

 

Candy: ( to boy)  So can you tell me some of your hobbies?

Boy: My what? Oh, my hobby, I smoke weed.

Candy:  Nope, no drug talk, I need to hear about your real interests.

Boy:  Smoking weed

Candy:  Now see, that's disrespectful, no drug talk.

Boy:  How is that disrespectful?  We're in rehab?  You want me to lie?

Candy:  Ok, what would you do with a million dollars?

Boy:  By a s--t load of weed.

 

Me:  ( to boy laying on a table) Juan get of the desk please.  ( he doesn't move) ( In firmer voice) Juan get off the desk now!  He doesn't move.

Candy: ( in voice from exorcist at the top of her lungs) DID SHE JUST ASK YOU TWICE TO GET UP?  DID SHE? WHEN YOU ARE ASKED THE FIRST TIME YOU DO IT!!!!!  THAT'S A WRITE UP MISTER, NOW GET OFF THAT TABLE !

Boy sits up but does not get off

Candy:  THAT'S IT!  YOUR GUIDANCE COUNSELOR IS BEING NOTIFIED!!!!!

BOY:  I don't got a f--kin guidance counselor, wtf 

ME:  Their counselors are for rehab, not school, they don't call them guidance counselors because that isn't what they are.  

Candy:  Well whoever, I have their number and they are getting a call.

Boy:  Go ahead and call I don't give a s--t.

 

Candy has informed both me and the boys that she has her type 75.  That means she COULD be an administrator.  You can imagine how impressed the boys were.  They wondered, as do I , if she's so wonderful why she is working at Safeway this summer?

Candy: ( we are alone, after school) well I think they day went beautifully after we got rid of Lavell.

Me: ( Is she insane?) ( I give her one of the looks boy was talking about earlier) Oh yeah, me too.  But, and don't take this wrong but, you might want to ease up a bit.

Candy:  NO way, they will learn who's boss and that's me!!!  And if I have to call the boss every five min. I will.  I need administrative backup.  By the way, you should see some of your facial expressions when I say things? I AM a very good teacher you know?

Me:  Oh?  Facial expressions?  I had a stroke ( ok didn't say that but wanted to).  Candy, I can see you are great with the kids, it's just going to take time ( like the next four weeks. she is here)  I tried to tell you they don't like change.  I know, new sheriff in town, but they liked the old sheriff a lot.

Candy: Well I'm not comfortable with the way he did things.

I wanted to say " Bitch, he's been doing this for over twenty years, if it ain't broken and all that"  Instead I say I totally understand, and we are a team and if she wants to undue everything, I'm all for it.

 It takes a special gift to work with these boys.  I'd like to think I have it.  What I know for sure? She doesn't.  Did I mention ( if you got this far) we were with out electricity the three days she was there?  This week she has planned all sorts of " interesting" things for us to do.  I am subbing for her Monday and Tue.  She will be back Wed.  Did I mention there was going to be a heat wave? Did I mention she called a gang banger from the west side of Chicago a pill? Expression circa 1955?

 I have been busted before on xanga, with a Facebook tattletale, I am somewhat concerned about it happening again, this time resulting in my getting fired.  So Candy, if your reading this, I do dislike you a lot, but it's nothing personal.  I just think you suck.  And boss if you're reading this?  Come on, you can see I tried.  She needs to go that's all.

 

Well I worked at my real job exactly a week and a half, then I babysat the gym teacher's daughter.  To protect her privacy, I will call her Salantra.  This is similar to her name, but not really.  Here are  some pictures of her?  Oh well, there goes the privacy.

 

This was at a friend's pig farm, even though those are cows.  This was the day I stepped in pig shit. That's right, and lots of it.  So far this was the most traumatizing thing to happen to me all summer.  Maybe even my whole life.  It's amazing I could even take this photo at all.  After I stepped in it, I had some stranger with a power hose, hose me down.  It hurt pretty bad, it was on full power, but who cares, I would have gone in a car wash at that point, turned a fire hose on myself, anything to get it off.  After that I went in a swamp, shoes, socks and all and washed as much as I could.  I almost threw the shoes away, but changed my mind.  The socks may still be in the cow pasture.

 

  

Swamp/bathtub in back

 

 

 

I hope the baby didn't eat my socks, that would suck.  

 

Anyway, we went there for an educational little field trip. Because that's the kind of Nanny/ babysitter I am.  A regular Mary Poppins, and I'm pretty sure she is thrilled to have me.  Right now, I am not feeling 100% so she is doing whatever in the other room.  HEY!  I took her to the pig shit place and we saw lots of nature this summer

 

See...

Anyway, when I relayed my outrage and disgust about the pig shit, which I can't even describe here without throwing up, my friend, the owner was unfazed.  In fact, she acted like people do that everyday!  Well, I'm sorry, I live in the suburbs of Chicago.  Why is there even a farm there, or within a hundred miles?

 Suburb, you know, houses that all look alike?  Two car garages, maybe a park down the street, a super K, a mall.  Farm, pig shit?  No.  When I threw that out there though, she didn't agree.  Well, lets just say this not so nice Jewish girl ( me ) has seen her last LIVE pig and their feces, for a long time to come. 

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 I also celebrated my 51st birthday.  That was fun, the pig shit owner, I mean my friend Sharon ( not her real name) and Diana ( you'll never guess her real name) surprised me, and our other friend Ira ( nope, not his real name and neither will anyone else's I mention from here on in) who's birthday it also was, with Dinner in Chicago.

So I already had a horrible day with my arch enemy AT&T.  Why I choose to deal with them on my birthday is any psychiatrists guess.  So I was in a VERY bad mood while in the car with Sharon on the way to Diana's.  I wasn't allowed to know where my birthday surprise dinner was, and didn't know Ira, Tom, and Ira's boss Laura would be there.  I was told we were going to a fancy restaurant, at a far away, crowded, icky, suburb.  I made it perfectly clear to Diana this was NOT what I wanted to do on my birthday but she kept driving.

I frantically, and furiously text Tom, who knows we are meeting for a fun dinner in Chicago with no farms in sight.  

Here is how I remember the text

Me:  F word AT&T, I HATE them, OMG they suck.  And I hate Diana right now.  She is taking me 45 min to a PLACE SHE WANTS TO GO.  How F word selfish can someone be?  I made it clear I wanted to stay around here, but she is still driving!!!!!!!!

Tom:  Mean

 

Me: MEAN?????  What????  I can't believe you don't get it, she is taking me to that yucky suburb ____ and it's at least 45 min away!!!!  And it's some fancy place, with some famous chef.  Who cares, anyone who knows me knows I would hate that!  SELFISH!!!!

 

15 min later I am told the truth because we are at a dead stop on the expressway.  I feel kind of bad.  Diana asks if we should just get off and go home, the Garmin is saying we will be 2 hours late.

Me: NO!  That sounds fun, I want to try.

At this point you may be thinking I am the selfish one.  Well let me assure you, I am nothing of the kind.  Sure, I was mean about Diana, and I could tell she wanted to go home and not sit in traffic, and she was the one driving, and I was pretty sure the place we were going was super expensive.  But it was MY birthday.  So yeah, we went.  Only 45 min. late, so whatever.  And I'm pretty sure all the parties that paid are now selling things on E bay, but it was worth it.

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Other than that, I have dealt with a mouse or perhaps mice, I prefer to think of just the one little inch guy who scared me so much I didn't sleep for a week.  I am short on cash, due to the not making any money, so I google natural Mouse repellents.  Did I mention I am petrified of mice, and that my house is NOT dirty or disgusting? And traps are not an option due to the sound and the deadness.  Anyway, Peppermint and bounce dryer sheets come up the most.  I buy very strong, burn your eyes, peppermint oil.  Not extract, that is a food.  Oil.  I buy 10 boxes of bounce, three mint plants, Peppermint and spearmint tea bags, Pine sol, Critter ridder ( which I think was coyote urine and was only supposed to go outside), two huge bags of cotton balls, and a couple other packets of things that mice are supposed to hate.  Day one, my eyes are burning.  I have vacuumed and scrubbed all floors with peppermint soap and pine sol. Along with scrubbing the drawers and counters with the peppermint soap. I have  soaked at least 50 cotton balls with the oil, and thrown them all over the place. Mint oil and hot pepper are thrown down the vents and  my bed is layered in bounce sheets.  I have also surrounded my bed with the peppermint oil, tea bags,  and bounce sheets.  The Coyotee pee was sprayed in the closet where I saw HIM! I still don't sleep all night.  I do the ritual for a week, every day I still see a couple droppings.  I try and tell myself that they are old, but I know from the constant vacuuming they aren't.  I buy two sound repelling things, and get rid of all food.  I plug up the drains at night and put steel wool in every crevice.  Still more droppings.  By now, I have probably spent over two hundred dollars.  Did I mention turning the air down to about 30 degrees thinking it wouldn't like the cold. 

I call Orkin, for fifty bucks ( a special), they come out, plug up an outside hole near the air conditioner, and I have not seen another dropping since.  AND they sprayed for bugs just in case.  Screw the internet!!!!

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 So that's pretty much it.  Pig poop, mice poop, all good times. Is the universe trying to tell me something????   Only me, only me.

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I am sure there will be an influx ( is that the right word ?) of people saying the Casey Anthony jury was stupid, wrong, another OJ etc...  Well you won't see any of that here.  It was obvious to me from day one the mom was innocent.  I for one was pretty sure the fake babysitter was having an affair with the child abusing dad/grandpa.  And it was obvious from all the evidence that the guy who found the body,the NOT innocent meter reader, drowned little Caylee, and then asked the fake babysitter and the dad to help him cover it up. As far as Casey's mom goes, it's also obvious she knows how to google things from her home computer, while she is at work, and she was in on the whole thing with the fake babysitter. Furthermore, she may have even worked at the same fake job as her daughter.

I know at first glance all this seems far fetched, but I think justice was served today.  As far as forensic evidence, in this case and the OJ. case, well it's just ridiculous to expect regular folks to be able to understand anything like DNA or anything scientific.  I mean things like 99.9 % DNA match and words like chloroform, just have no place in a murder trail.  Seriously, we aren't all science majors.  In fact some of us clearly couldn't pass 4th grade science and now you are throwing out big words and percentages and something about dogs and well it's just unfair.

So what, she lied to the police, and partied for a month while her kid was missing.  Big deal.  That makes total sense to me.  Before you start bashing me, listen to my logic.  So you are a mom of a two and half year old little girl.  You live with your child molester and you let him be around your baby, perfectly normal.  Anyway, then you find out that your child molester dad drowned your kid or something like that, and orders you to cover it up.  Well that would be pretty upsetting and that would be something you would want to block out, so you would need to drink and have fun. Hello?  What aren't people getting here?  

 Yes, the parents smelled something in the car that smelled like death.  That is neither here nor there and again, what kind of evidence is that?  Was Casey on video killing her daughter?  No! That is real evidence.  Then again, maybe not.  The babysitter who didn't take Caylee, could have superimposed Casey and Caylee into a fake video of the murder.  If there were a video.  

Actually, was there even a murder?  Was there even a child?  I don't think that was really ever proven.  In fact, now that I am writing this, did she really lie to the police?  Maybe she just made some mistakes.  Four counts of giving false information to law enforcement, a little harsh if you ask me.

I realize I am in the minority here, but some people are not as bright and logical as I am.  And lets discuss that snake who supposedly found the body.  If you found what you thought might be a human skull, wouldn't you move it for no reason?  I know I would.  That would be my first thought, move it somewhere else, but don't tell that you did that.  It's all so logical, I don't understand all the haters out there.  I know, I know, he wanted a reward. I personally think he was having an affair with Casey's mom who drowned the fake babysitter and then got an apartment at the fake apartment complex.  

No one can say this jury wasn't on top of things.  They spent a whole 10 and a half hours deliberating, ordering pizza, and may have taken some naps.  And when Casey writes her book " I really did it, ha ha,"  I will be the first one in line to buy it.  I hope poor Casey makes millions off this, it's our American way.  

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