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1 CommentQ. What is the difference between a drug dealer and a hooker?
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6 CommentsI realize this is a political blog and that the editor in chief may have a problem with this post but oh well. I am sure many of our readers don’t only need political guidance but maybe some familial as well. So today I would like to share with you one valuable lesson I have yet to learn:
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12 CommentsWell here goes nothing.
When I left the Navy in 1996 I moved back to Delaware. Wilmington specifically. I had 3 little girls and very little money. I left as an e-4 and was happy as heck to get a job at Sears in Prices Corner I got a huge increase in my salary and was able to convince a mortgage broker to give me a mortgage for $70,000.00. I used my VA Loan chit and bought my very first house.
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12 CommentsIf your car was stolen, would you blame it on a terrorist?
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7 CommentsIt’s hard being me, it really is. Yesterday I was supposed to give my daughter #2 her birth certificate so she could give it to her mother for stuff regarding school. It is part of the wonderful life we have created as completely f’d up parents of divorce that constantly puts the kids in the middle. Instead of being adults we use the kids as messengers. Actually to put myself above it my ex does, I “try” not to, but it is a constant battle we have that never, ever let’s up.
Well my daughter wasn’t at school yesterday because her mother let her skip field day….so I didn’t give her the birth certificate….
and now I air my dirty laundry for you….
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6 CommentsSo there I was walking down the street on a beutiful spring day. I was sort of minding my own business, as much as one can when they are as stunningly attractive and adult as I am. I was walking along and whistling. I like to whistle. It relaxes me, my Pop-pop used to whistle, he was cool, he was a quiet man, but he whistled sometimes, before he fell asleep on the couch. I also like to stick my hand in my left pocket my pop-pop didn’t do that, I learned it on my own. My right hand, I always keep my right hand out of my pocket in case I have to sign an autograph or shake a fans hand . As an adult I try to carry myself with some self respect. I have an image to uphold as Delaware’s Most Attractive blogger (c) and I plan on upholding that image as much as one can and for as long as I can.
It is a chore being me. You see I’m special. I’m a pretty special citizen. Yes, beyond the good looks, there actually is some substance. You see I’m not an angry person like some people. We all know at least one angry person don’t we?
We all know people that are angry and just spit piss and vinegar their entire lives; the kind of guy that still reads comic books, criticizes everyone and calls them names if they don’t agree with there point of view. But that isn’t just like me (usually). I don’t do that it just isn’t my style anymore. I used to hate people, but that was before Sister Martin Joseph told me you should never hate someone, only the devil hates. I stopped hating right away (except for my ex). I believed Sister knew what she was talking about. At 200 lbs I listened to her (most of the time)
