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I pride myself on being a very compassionate, loving and accepting human being... but sometimes there are boundries that some people just need to have drawn.

His shit is HIS shit... my shit is MY shit. I have no expectation that if for some reason that I shit in my hand that it would be appropriate to shove it up any one elses ass... so NO, he does not get to look at me with those expectant desperate sobbing eyes that there is a welcome sign for his shit anywhere near my ass! His expectations of me "taking his shit"...are well...shitty! My final thoughts to him.. Don't know what you are going to do with your shit because no one else wants it either? Go ahead and EAT IT!


Whew.

Thank you for that ... Peace and love to all of you beautiful people.

I am now aware of more problem that I do not have, and appreciate my life slightly more for it.
 
U.S. moves to deport Army vet - says serving in peacetime not good enough for citizenship
The country he served is kicking him out.

A Queens Army vet who was honorably discharged a decade ago is facing deportation to Trinidad.

The military accepted Ramdeo Chankarsingh in 1991 because he expected to get a green card under a special program. It didn't happen, and officials have denied him citizenship.

"I'm proud to be an American soldier," said Chankarsingh, 44, a father of two from South Ozone Park.​
More at the original NY Daily News online article, linked in the headline above.
 
i"m pissed off reading why everyone else is pissed off, does me having a back tooth pulled out today make me pissed off, no, but i am pissed off because my passport is not back yet and its nearly time for amsterdam. aah fcuk it...;)
 
Finding some of our threads disappearing to the new fetish forum despite the discussions being in a BDSM context and about posters BDSM, not a fetish on its own for its own value.:mad:

Catalina:rose:
 
Virus attacked my third computer, rendering it helpless. Now I'm forced to sneak peeks of Lit while I'm at work!
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Just can't catch a break lately....*sigh*
 
The utter lack of fairness and being helpless to do anything about it.
Can't help, can't solve, can't take it away.
I hate that all I can do is hold a hand.
 
NFL locks out players, who file suit

WASHINGTON -- All along, the NFL said it was certain the union would dissolve itself and players would head to court for antitrust lawsuits. All along, the union insisted the league's owners were planning to lock out the players. And that's exactly what happened.

Unable to decide how to divvy up $9 billion a year, NFL owners and players put the country's most popular sport in limbo by breaking off labor negotiations hours before the collective bargaining agreement expired. At midnight, as Friday became Saturday, the owners locked out the players -- creating the NFL's first work stoppage since 1987 and putting the 2011 season in jeopardy.

The league said in a statement Saturday it was "taking the difficult but necessary step of exercising its right under federal labor low to impose a lockout of the union."

On Friday, the union decertified, meaning it declared itself out of the business of representing players. In exchange for giving up their rights under labor law, the players are able to take their chances in court under antitrust law.

That paved the way for 10 players, including MVP quarterbacks Tom Brady and Peyton Manning, to sue the owners in federal court in Minneapolis in a class-action claim. The players also sought an injunction to block a lockout -- even before one had been imposed.​

More at the link in the headline above.
 
Misplacing my driver's license; rain storms blocking the view of mighty trees; but the biggest thing that pissed me off was accidentally deleting vital, extremely important, very valuable, highly charged texts. I hate that I'm not tech savvy.

Oh and the clock pissed me off today, too.
 
Phone call home to one of my sisters...oh sorry, as I am reminded by both of them often, half sisters...like F says, 'why do you do this to yourself?. :rolleyes: Guess it is my optomism getting the better of me. Between put downs of my daughter, racist remarks about migrants and anyone of non-Anglo background, arrogant remarks and put downs about her co-workers, bitching about what money they will not be getting from our mothers estate (it has been divided equally ) but they can see how it would have been fairer to just give it to both of them, right down to still bitching about what little money our mother spent while she was alive of which one often reduced my mother to tears over when challenging her about why she bought a towel etc.),and martyr like attitude about her own life, I won't need another dose for awhile.:(

Catalina:rose:
 
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I'm so sorry Catalina, as I deal with folks like that constantly, I feel for you.

*HUGS*

FF

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Phone call home to one of my sisters...oh sorry, as I am reminded by both of them often, half sisters...like F says, 'why do you do this to yourself?. :rolleyes: Guess it is my optomism getting the better of me.
Catalina:rose:

This whole thing sounded far too familiar. I have 3 half sisters and two half brothers... my sisters are from my dad's first marriage and my brothers from my mother's second. The 'half' has never been an issue with my brothers, never ever comes up but... with with my sisters :rolleyes:. They are quick to point it out at every opportunity. I can understand the hurt that comes from that and the continued optimism that it will one day change :rose: :heart:
 
I'm so sorry Catalina, as I deal with folks like that constantly, I feel for you.

*HUGS*

FF

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Try to not let it get to me, but what makes it difficult for me is my daughter and granddaughter are still in Oz, and you would hope they could count on my sisters being there even if only for local family connections....but apparently that is too much to expect. Sheesh, when my daughter had her operation late last year, which left her very upset and permanently scarred, this sister visited her in the hospital (as she works there) and all she could do was bitch about her and is still bitching about her. When she visited, my daughter had just seen the damage from the operation and was in tears, as was the nurse with her...my sister pretended she wasn't crying, didn't ask why, and then told me she didn't ask or acknowledge it because it was embarrassing and likely just my daughter over reacting and wanting some sympathy.:mad:

Catalina:rose:
 
This whole thing sounded far too familiar. I have 3 half sisters and two half brothers... my sisters are from my dad's first marriage and my brothers from my mother's second. The 'half' has never been an issue with my brothers, never ever comes up but... with with my sisters :rolleyes:. They are quick to point it out at every opportunity. I can understand the hurt that comes from that and the continued optimism that it will one day change :rose: :heart:

I don't think it will change. We all grew up in the same house, everyone thought my father was also their father because he treated them like his own children (in fact he paid for one to go overseas and bought the other a brand new car, which he never did either thing or close to for me, nor did I expect him to), but for some reason because their father had died when they were 1 and 2, I deserved to be paid out on for them not having a living father, and our mother marrying my father and having me. As my eldest sister often points out, 'well, we are full sisters, you are only a half sister....we need to maintain a strong relationship because we both had the same father and are real sisters'. Sad thing is, despite that view, they both bitch to me about each other from time to time, don't trust each other, and are completely opposite people to each other....but they are 'real' sisters.:rolleyes: They even refused to come to F and my wedding...probably for the best though as they didn't think I should get remarried to anyone even after 15 + years on my own raising my children single handed. You can choose your friends, but not your family.:eek:

Catalina:rose:
 
I understand. That's just a horrible way to treat family.

*HUGS*

FF

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Try to not let it get to me, but what makes it difficult for me is my daughter and granddaughter are still in Oz, and you would hope they could count on my sisters being there even if only for local family connections....but apparently that is too much to expect. Sheesh, when my daughter had her operation late last year, which left her very upset and permanently scarred, this sister visited her in the hospital (as she works there) and all she could do was bitch about her and is still bitching about her. When she visited, my daughter had just seen the damage from the operation and was in tears, as was the nurse with her...my sister pretended she wasn't crying, didn't ask why, and then told me she didn't ask or acknowledge it because it was embarrassing and likely just my daughter over reacting and wanting some sympathy.:mad:

Catalina:rose:
 
I don't think it will change. We all grew up in the same house, everyone thought my father was also their father because he treated them like his own children (in fact he paid for one to go overseas and bought the other a brand new car, which he never did either thing or close to for me, nor did I expect him to), but for some reason because their father had died when they were 1 and 2, I deserved to be paid out on for them not having a living father, and our mother marrying my father and having me. As my eldest sister often points out, 'well, we are full sisters, you are only a half sister....we need to maintain a strong relationship because we both had the same father and are real sisters'. Sad thing is, despite that view, they both bitch to me about each other from time to time, don't trust each other, and are completely opposite people to each other....but they are 'real' sisters.:rolleyes: They even refused to come to F and my wedding...probably for the best though as they didn't think I should get remarried to anyone even after 15 + years on my own raising my children single handed. You can choose your friends, but not your family.:eek:

Catalina:rose:

Sadly, I don’t think it will ever change either and I often wonder why I bother. I guess what it simply boils down to in my case is… they are still family (even if it rarely feels like it). Reading about your relationship with your sisters and the dynamics got me thinking and I realized perhaps I was lucky in not having grown up in the same house together. By the time my dad and mom married and I came along they were out of the house already. I use to wonder if things would have been easier had we ‘grown-up’ together but came to realize I really don’t think it would have mattered. In fact, after reading how things were for you, it may have made things even more difficult. They were unhappy with my father marrying my mother from the get go and I was the icing on the cake so to speak. Things have come a long way over the years but that really isn’t saying much.

I had to chuckle a little at the “real sisters” thing as I have heard that one myself and much like your sisters, mine often use me as an ear to hear them rail about each other. Hmm actually, I can’t remember the last time they were all speaking to each other. If that is part of being a member of the real sisters club I’d rather pass. :rolleyes: I do find it horrid that they refused to come to your wedding, even if it was for the best. Not because their presence was so important but because they seemed to begrudge you the happiness you had found. When I got married they didn’t refuse or oppose it but only one could make it because the other two, though only 3 hours away, were too busy.

Ah well, at least as I’ve gotten older I realize I don’t need the closeness like I thought I did when I was young. The moment I knew how our relationships would forever be defined was at a family gathering when I was about 13. My oldest sister said, come on let’s get a picture with just dad and his girls. They all gathered around him and when one of the relatives urged me forward, my youngest sister turned to see me standing there and said, oh we’ll take one of all of us in a bit but we want one of just us full sisters with him first. By the way, the one with all of us, never materialized. :eek:

Bleh, I hadn’t meant to go on so long :eek:. I must have had some pent up stuff I needed to let out lol. As you said, you can choose your friends but not your family and luckily I have been very blessed with the former. As well as two terrific brothers. This has made me curious though… could it be a female thing? Hmm…
 
Sadly, I don’t think it will ever change either and I often wonder why I bother. I guess what it simply boils down to in my case is… they are still family (even if it rarely feels like it). Reading about your relationship with your sisters and the dynamics got me thinking and I realized perhaps I was lucky in not having grown up in the same house together. By the time my dad and mom married and I came along they were out of the house already. I use to wonder if things would have been easier had we ‘grown-up’ together but came to realize I really don’t think it would have mattered. In fact, after reading how things were for you, it may have made things even more difficult. They were unhappy with my father marrying my mother from the get go and I was the icing on the cake so to speak. Things have come a long way over the years but that really isn’t saying much.

I had to chuckle a little at the “real sisters” thing as I have heard that one myself and much like your sisters, mine often use me as an ear to hear them rail about each other. Hmm actually, I can’t remember the last time they were all speaking to each other. If that is part of being a member of the real sisters club I’d rather pass. :rolleyes: I do find it horrid that they refused to come to your wedding, even if it was for the best. Not because their presence was so important but because they seemed to begrudge you the happiness you had found. When I got married they didn’t refuse or oppose it but only one could make it because the other two, though only 3 hours away, were too busy.

Ah well, at least as I’ve gotten older I realize I don’t need the closeness like I thought I did when I was young. The moment I knew how our relationships would forever be defined was at a family gathering when I was about 13. My oldest sister said, come on let’s get a picture with just dad and his girls. They all gathered around him and when one of the relatives urged me forward, my youngest sister turned to see me standing there and said, oh we’ll take one of all of us in a bit but we want one of just us full sisters with him first. By the way, the one with all of us, never materialized. :eek:

Bleh, I hadn’t meant to go on so long :eek:. I must have had some pent up stuff I needed to let out lol. As you said, you can choose your friends but not your family and luckily I have been very blessed with the former. As well as two terrific brothers. This has made me curious though… could it be a female thing? Hmm…

LOL, it has the power to make blood boil and having a place to vent is good. A psychiatrist told my mother when I was 13 (she was 21), she needed to kick the sister I was talking to this week out of the house as she was not only making me a nervous wreck (I started each day with throwing up, and was on sleeping pills, anxiety pills, and depression medication trying to cope), she was also making life hell for everyone else. My mother couldn't do it, and I can understand that.

Apart from this same sister at one time when I was around 7 threatening to kill me and actually in the process with an electrical cord around my neck when my mother returned and she stopped and pretended she had been in her room sleeping, but I found out a couple of years ago that the other one had covered up an incident way back when I was 5 to protect her 'real' sister. I received my one and only belting from my father because real sister had bitten heself up and down both arms and told my parents I had done it. I always thought she had been alone in this, but found out my other sister had seen what she was doing, but says she could not tell on her to save me getting a belting because she couldn't betray her real sister and break their bond.:rolleyes: But to hear them tell it now, they are the ones who have been abused and missed out.:eek: Life goes on...and F still does not get why I am not keen on moving back there and being in the same country...seems too close for my liking.:D

Catalina:rose:
 
Some lady at my riding stable letting her 3 year old child run wild in the riding arena while I'm trying to ride, then allowing her to "ride" a young, green, untrained horse without a helmet. Then letting her run around the barn while 3 horses were being groomed, once passing within inches of my horse's back end. And then threatening to lock her in the car while she tended her horse.
 
LOL, it has the power to make blood boil and having a place to vent is good. A psychiatrist told my mother when I was 13 (she was 21), she needed to kick the sister I was talking to this week out of the house as she was not only making me a nervous wreck (I started each day with throwing up, and was on sleeping pills, anxiety pills, and depression medication trying to cope), she was also making life hell for everyone else. My mother couldn't do it, and I can understand that.

Apart from this same sister at one time when I was around 7 threatening to kill me and actually in the process with an electrical cord around my neck when my mother returned and she stopped and pretended she had been in her room sleeping, but I found out a couple of years ago that the other one had covered up an incident way back when I was 5 to protect her 'real' sister. I received my one and only belting from my father because real sister had bitten heself up and down both arms and told my parents I had done it. I always thought she had been alone in this, but found out my other sister had seen what she was doing, but says she could not tell on her to save me getting a belting because she couldn't betray her real sister and break their bond.:rolleyes: But to hear them tell it now, they are the ones who have been abused and missed out.:eek: Life goes on...and F still does not get why I am not keen on moving back there and being in the same country...seems too close for my liking.:D

Catalina:rose:

Ohhh wow are you right about the power to make the blood boil Lol. I can’t even begin to imagine how terrible it was to grow up in that situation, especially with the physical fears, directly and indirectly and anxiety!

It is a kind of strange feeling… I am simultaneously appalled by the things you spoke of and their lack of any type of boundaries so to speak but also not really shocked or surprised. I guess even though I was lucky not to have felt any physical threat, given the myriad ways my own sisters have managed to express and inflict their resentment and anger emotionally and mentally (which I imagine you know how ‘creative’ that can get) doesn’t leave for much of a leap at how quickly that could expand in other ways.

I found what you said about your mom not being able to kick your sister out and your understanding of that, quite interesting and a little surprising. It is hard not to resent some things and I would think even harder in your case but perhaps becoming a parent gives a new perspective? I know being a parent myself, I can’t imagine the difficulties in dealing with these dynamics in a family. My father was not a man who wore blinders and I know in hindsight he was aware of much more than they or even I knew at the time. Yet really, you can’t know everything that’s going on unless your told and even if you are aware of some of what’s happening how do you deal with it? You can’t really make someone feel accepted or accept someone else, nor can you really ‘choose sides’. What choices are the right ones and which the wrong?

My father tried to “make up’ for it in the best way he knew how and protect me the best he could from it, which had to be a very sad thing for him to feel he needed to do. I remember one time wanting to go with my sisters to get ice cream. I think I was about six and my father said no at first. I couldn’t understand why I couldn’t go; it felt like I was being punished in some way. Finally, he conceded and let me go along. What I didn’t find out until much later from my mother was that before we left he pulled my older sister aside and said to her… if anything happens to her I am holding you completely responsible. No need to expound on how that didn’t help the relationships with my sisters :rolleyes: but I see now that he was carrying this weight of his own concerns and possible consequences of his decisions.

As a side note… I live 5 minutes from my older sister and have worked hard to build a country to separate us. If I had a real one… wow like you I would cling to that life raft!! :D LOL.
 
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