Describe yourself
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...you have NO idea......Okay I will do a color photo... tough crowd!!!!
Neesy
#1 fan (Annie Wilkes cousin) 1st cousin Mom's side
She looks lovely Champ
look a Neesy stealing my heart <3
....ok, dis be true...and this old clown in the barrel is the same....sure I do. I've been to this rodeo before
To subvert Princess Leia's comment, Aren't you a little big for a rodeo clown?
My prom picture featured me in shoulder-length hair.
My wedding picture featured me in hair over my ears, in what I think of now as a disco helmet.
My post-Marine picture featured me with muttonchop sideburns and grown-out hair.
But I don't regret them. Never a mullet.
ehy hi, mm I lost my brother , he had cancer. mmm I started to get " better " (you´re never better or the same") when I started thinking that every time I laughed or smiled , I would do it so as my brother know I am not suffering. It´s a silly think.
What we knew (me, father,my mom and my little brother) that he may die because of the cancer, he said to us that he was ready for death but not for leaving us, because he would miss us.
I also imagine my brother walking next to me sometimes, I invented conversations and what would he answered... I understood that he is better now, because if he would have survived , he would be physically impared, which is something he would have hated a lot. So, I know he is not suffering. WE sometimes think of ourselves only, and not of the others. We wanted /want him back, but sometimes we have to let go.
Answering to the question, I think I am just surviving,and gathering happy moments with my family.I recently quitted my 30-hour a week job to become a full-time student. I stil did notfall in love so I don´t know what life on its fullest is... so .. I am not happy nor unhappy...
...speaking of mutton chops, I sported those in my first Prom photo...with a tux and cane...oh yeah, and my Playboy brand glasses...regrets, I've had a few...
I haven't worn a tie since...I got married? ummm...brother's funeral? father's? Been some time, twenty years come September. Was waiting for the person ahead of me to sign out of the doc's office a time ago, hugging the wall, this old couple comes along behind me, pass me by, step up behind the person I was waiting for sign out so I could sit down at the nurse's station and sign out, myself. Old guy does a double-take after they have passed. "There's someone standing there!" he stage whispers. Go ahead, I said, that's what I get for wearing camo. Same-o, same-o. Getting a ride back home after BB practise, right, instead of hitch-hiking, which we also did allatime, one of our mothers happens to pick us up. Riding into Tamarack, Bill might say, We have to drop off AWOL! Mother replies, Walter! You're so quiet I didn't know you were back there!
A real card, Bill's mom.
We each devise our means of escape from the intolerable, as Styron wrote in Tidewater Morning. So. That's me. Intolerable.
Independent. Self-employed since 1989, a carpenter. I enjoy it. Customer today said he liked the smell of the red maple I was cutting. I do, too...I like the smell of cut wood...not quite as gamey as vinyl. I'm not much to look at. I'm not as ashamed of that as I once was. I've learned to live with it...good thing I didn't bury it in the woods like I wanted. Trunk living. I tried to be a scholar this once, a scholar of sorts, didn't pan out. Man told me, Walt, if digging a ditch makes you happy, dig it. I like what I do, I'm doing what I like. I'm happy. I believe God has a sense of humor and I try to oblige Him that.
in the trunk, she had to yell.
We each devise our means of escape from the intolerable, as Styron wrote in Tidewater Morning. So. That's me. Intolerable.
Independent. Self-employed since 1989, a carpenter. I enjoy it. Customer today said he liked the smell of the red maple I was cutting. I do, too...I like the smell of cut wood...not quite as gamey as vinyl. I'm not much to look at. I'm not as ashamed of that as I once was. I've learned to live with it...good thing I didn't bury it in the woods like I wanted. Trunk living. I tried to be a scholar this once, a scholar of sorts, didn't pan out. Man told me, Walt, if digging a ditch makes you happy, dig it. I like what I do, I'm doing what I like. I'm happy. I believe God has a sense of humor and I try to oblige Him that.
I've not been killed yet, so, not sure how that would feel.
Depends on how you die I suppose.
Depends on how you die I suppose.