The beauty of the internet

People have different opinions of the internet.  Some hate it and would declare it the ruin of civilization.  Others wouldn’t know what to do with themselves if they didn’t have the internet.

 

I lived my entire childhood with out a computer in the house.  I lived many years without cable or even just local stations.  I survived and so did my sons, Jarrid and Zeth.

 

The internet connects people all over the world.  People from years and years ago pop up and say “hello old friend.”  Sometimes that is a good thing, other times, not so much. 

What I find to be super satisfying is meeting new people. 

That is the beauty of the internet!

~P.

 

 

Naked Dude

It was 1:10 AM on Feb. 3rd, and I was relaxed, near sleep on the couch.  I thought I heard something and opened my eyes.  I heard it again and Ying jumped over me to the floor.  He pitched a fierce barking alert, snarling at the front door and leaping an impressive four feet.  He couldn’t see out the window, hell I barely could.  I expected my sister, Jarrid or Zeth.  There was a man I didn’t recognize at the front door.  I unlocked my front door to see what he wanted and peeked out the crack.

“Whoa!!  Dude is naked!” and I pushed the door shut and grabbed my cellphone.  I dialed 911.  The operator asked the usual questions and I heard my screen door open.  “Don’t come in!’ I yelled.

“Is he trying to enter your home?” she asked.  “Yes!” I replied.  “We have police in the area.  Is he still at your front door?” she asked.  “Yes!  He is naked.” I told her.

“Does he have anything in his hands?”  I looked out and this time I saw his underwear.  “He has underwear on.  He has something in his hand…maybe a t-shirt.”

Dude had to be freezing but I was not opening the door.  Dale came down the steps and I filled him in on what was happening.  He started to open the door and I stopped him.

“Don’t go out there!” I said to him, grabbing his arm.  The operator asked who was there and I told her.  Dude walked away.  I watched as far as I could see and he had to have gone around the back.  I saw the police on Rt 74,  in the parking area behind the townhouse, and one street over in the development behind us.  They had out the search lights.

I hung up with the 911 operator.  I went towards the street waving the police to go behind the townhouses.  They all drove to the rear and I went back inside to look out the back door.  Four minutes and thirty-six seconds and the police were everywhere.  Pretty good response time.  🙂

It didn’t take long and an officer was escorting Dude towards one of my neighbor’s house.  “Oh wow….it’s my neighbor?  Shit, did he just accidently locked himself out of his house?  Oh…. Oh my God!  Did I refuse to help my neighbor and let him out there in the cold.   I didn’t recognize him.  Never saw any of my neighbors in just their underwear.”

 

Dale and I watched with interest to see if he would come out dressed but with handcuffs as an accessory.  I had no idea what was going on.  Dale went back to bed and I stretched back out on the couch.  An officer came to the door at 1:45 and told me the neighbor had been cited with disorderly conduct.  He had a perscription bottle on him with crushed pills.  The police dumped the powder on the ground.

Almost Naked Dude had been acting oddly the night before and the police had spoke to him.  That was the warning.

1:11 AM Incident in undies (white and stretched out of shape)  Disorderly Conduct Fine

4:30 AM  Dude is out in the yard again and the police have the area surrounded.  I don’t know, but I’m guessing this one ended in jail.

ALWAYS KEEP the DOORS of your HOME LOCKED.  This is what happened on New Year’s Eve at my son’s apartment in Red Lion.

http://girlboxer1970.com/2012/01/03/shot-in-his-own-kitchen/

Stay safe and never let anyone into your home if you have reason to believe you could be in danger.  Even if you know them or think you recognize them.

People you know, don’t come to your house at 1 AM in just their underwear.  Now had he been sexy and in a g-string to wow me with a singing telegram….that would have been a

different story.  Yes, a whole different blog.  🙂

I think jockeys are sexy.

~P.

We used to be like

We used to be like Shaggy and Scooby.

But now you act never knew me.

Yeah…..

We used to be like Carole and Paula.

But now we only stumble and falter..

 

Yeah…

I get violent waiting for you….. violent waiting for you

violent waiting for you, violent waiting for you…

We used to be like Chachi and Joanie.

But now you act like all fucking phony.

Aaahaaa

We used to be like Marilyn and Joe.

But now you act like someone I don’t know.

Ohhhh….

I get violent waiting for you….violent waiting for you.

I get violent waiting for you….violent waiting for you.

I get so violent….violent…violent. I get soooo, sooo radical!

I wanna smack somebody!  I wanna kick somebody!

I get violent!  So violent!  Violent waiting for you!!!

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 My friend that I’ve lost touch with wrote this song in 1995.  Her name is Jenny Jones and I met her in Harrisburg somewhere.  Very possible playing darts at a bar with my co-workers.  Jen kicks ass at darts.  Anyway her band was Chick and the CD is Someone’s Ugly Daughter.  The entire CD is awesome and she did all the vocals herself.  I believe she wrote all of the 10 songs except one.  She gave me the only copy she had left…or maybe I just never returned it.  LMAO  Hope to find Jen someday. 

If anyone out there knows Jen Jones from Harrisburg area let me know.  She was a line manager at Dole fruits.  I’m not sure anymore.  😦  Thanks!

Rock on,

~P.

Holy shit…I’ve been had.  Jen Jones had nothing to do with this album.  I just found it on the internet. 

What a pick up

 All songs written or co-written by C. Dane-Davidson, D. Sue, W. Vlad except “Surrender” (R. Nielsen).

Recorded at Hit Factory, New York.

Chick: C. Dane-Davidson (vocals); W. Chester (guitar); Mann (bass); W. Vlad (drums); D. Sue, M. Kim (background vocals).

What slick pick-up story she had.  And it worked…lol  😉  I would still like to find that gifted story teller.

Yesterday, I cut my nails and….

now I miss them.  For soooo many reasons.

1. They look pretty long.

2.  They were useful tools.

3. Sex

That’s a good top three.  🙂

They do look pretty when they are long, especially when someone else, more talented than me, uses them as their medium.

I could pick things up easier with a little more length.

Long nails are great stimulators when applied to skin during sex.  I like scratching and jagging someones skin.  As long as that someone likes the sensation, there’s no harm, no foul.  I wouldn’t want my skin really scratched up, but I’ve found there are others who do.

I won’t mention any names, but from experience, I know some people want to feel their skin torn, scratches that will heal over time…a pleasurable healing process.  A brief, daily reminder of an exciting experience until the wound is healed, and left yearning for another breaking of the skin.

I bite too,

~P.

Yeah, that’s my ass

defying gravity

That’s right.  It’s me at the top of that wall.  I hadn’t climbed a rock wall in a long time but I managed to pull my fat ass up there and hit the button.  Before I started to climb a small crowd gathered around the rock wall and I thought “if I can’t get to the top I’m going to be embarrassed with all these people watching.”

I made it to the top with no problem and Dale snapped this picture (as I instructed him to so I would have proof) then repelled back down.  I even got a sticker to proudly wear the rest of the evening at the York Fair, letting everyone know my middle age ass could still defy gravity!  Little does everyone know I sucked helium out of 20 balloons before paying $5 to possibly make a fool of myself.  🙂

No helium required,

~P.

Squirrels, not rats

When I look out the window I almost expect it to be raining.  It seems God is really letting us have it with all the precipitation.  Just this morning I walked outside to the mailbox and noticed a grey blob on the ground.

Holy shit, there is a dead rat in my yard!”

I looked over towards the big tree and saw another one.

“What the hell?!”

it did look like a rat!

Upon closer inspection, I realized they were squirrels and not rats.  I suppose drowned squirrels in my yard is much better than rats but either way, it’s just gross.  The trash already went.  Why didn’t I notice them earlier?  I think I’ll bag them up and walk across to Rutter’s.  They are not sitting in my trash can until Monday.  Maybe the coffee smells from inside will wake them.

squirrel down

Ok God, we’ve had enough rain now.  When the squirrels are dropping out of the trees to their death, it is clear.  No one is going to run their well dry anytime soon and I don’t want to keep finding dead squirrels in the yard.

No more drownings please,

~P.

 

What a pain in my back

This is day three of severe back pain.  I don’t know what the heck I did to throw my back out.  I’d blame it on sleeping on a camper mattress on my bedroom floor but wouldn’t my back start to hurt sooner?

It’s amazing what the human body can tolerate.  As a teenager my friend Bret Fadely ran over my leg with his Chevy Nova one snowy night while we were out with the youth group Christmas caroling.  His parents rushed me to the hospital for x-rays and believe it or not, nothing was broken.  Other than some bruising from the tire, I was not hurt. 

I rode horses often and had my share of getting thrown from their backs.  I don’t mean just falling off.  Three times that I can think of were at a full gallop.  No severe injuries from any of the falls.  I credit all the milk I drink, building up the strength of my bones.  🙂

Once while leaning over in the shower to shave my right leg, I threw my neck out and had to go to the doctor to have an adjustment.  Yes, that’s the truth.  Throw me from horses, run me over with a muscle car and I am made of steel!  Shave my legs to conform with what is expected of women and my neck goes out of joint!

Seeing the doctor tomorrow morning,

~P.

Ritz Ink

She has la denial, be agree seven cast.

God scour, yet ye eye posture.

He riled, but laid.

Letters final, noon point go.

Frowned by ritz ink.

Even ex un ox, ate emu, wee by bun.

He fart, we maw.

~P.

What do you think this is about?

Excitement Video

11:50 AM

I had just turned on the radio and sat down at my laptop.  Now settled into a chair I hear on 105.7 the X to call in to win cash at the Excitement Video store in York.  I could win up to $500 on the wheel of excitemnt.  Heck, if I win $20 bucks, I’ll find a creative way to spend it.  Wouldn’t you?  Just show up, be myself with ID and spin.  That’s pretty damn simple.  All I had to be was caller 14 and I was.   Are you listening to 105.7 the X?

See ya at Excitement Video at 7!!!

Free cash for ???,

~P.

5 terms men need to know

 

Ahhhh Duh!

 

‎5 TERMS…….USED BY A WOMAN!!!

(1) FINE: This is the word women use to end an argument when she knows she is RIGHT
& YOU need to SHUT UP.

(2) NOTHING: means SOMETHING & you need to be worried.

(3) GO AHEAD: this is a dare, not permission, DO NOT DO IT.

(4) WHATEVER: A woman’s way of saying SCREW YOU.

(5) THAT’S OK: She is thinking long & hard on HOW & WHEN you will pay for your mistake.