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OK, not so much "politics" but it sounded cool. Here's the thing: I pee a lot. I drink a lot of water, and frankly the side effects of don't-pee-often-anymore pharmaceuticals just sound worse than going frequently... Anywho...here's the thing: I like fishing--Though I pray to God for forigiveness b/c I'm sure scaring the shit out of a fish for sport is a sin. We go out fishing, Billy and I. And it's always me and a bunch of sausages in the boat. The boats, while nice, never have an on-board restroom. While the boys just swing their dongs off the side when they have to go, I can not. I must do the "bootie hang." Now, I don't get embarrased ever, but I'm a lady for goodness sakes. What the hell else am I supposed to do if I want to go fishing all the time w/ the boys??? Paint me in a corner, but my color comes back.

Awwwww. My work phone has the radio feature. Obviously so does Billy's, being that he's a contractor. He beeps me all the time b/c I go into "trucker-mode" when I'm talking on the radio (which I only do with him b/c I hate it). He'll beep me and I'll go "Go ahead, Big Daddy." and however else the conversation goes, apparently his friends get a kick out of it. I posted this before, but I also changed my name programmed in his phone once when he left it on the table in front of me. Previously it was "Carrie"...now that's just boring considering I'm his lova of 6 years. So I reprogrammed it to my satisfaction. Now when I call him, it pops up on his ID "I love you" is calling...... I'm a nerd. Paint me in a corner, but my color comes back.

That's it! PM next time you're in Florida. I HAVE to meet you. Paint me in a corner, but my color comes back.

Damn you! I have my sig line for a reason. I do not edit until AFTER I post and re-read, and re-read and then re-read again. Paint me in a corner, but my color comes back.

I couldn't agree more. With Billy and me it's weird---we went through hard times family & support-wise early on---and yet even when I reeeeeeeallly couldn't stand him, I knew I loved him more than I'd probably love another ever again. And vice-versa. Admittedly, though, what keeps me so in love more than anything else, is how much he loves me. I couldn't begin to describe. There are some on these forums who know him, and know how he feels about me. I just could never give that up. It's selfish, and also genuine and heart-felt at the same time.. I want that kind of love. I could never risk losing it.

If I make up words (which I do often. My latest is "nutsoballs") then there is no correctly spelling, now is there? And best of all, the definition is solely mine to make-up. Furthermore, I invented the popular term "shmack" used often instead of "shit". Again, I'm convinced I have a spy. Paint me in a corner, but my color comes back.

P.S. Not anymore! Babe if you're watching, "Neener. Neener. Neeeeeener!!!!"

I resemble that remark. Paint me in a corner, but my color comes back.

That moment has passed. Paint me in a corner, but my color comes back.

Finally scanned in my favorite photo (first one): The second you might recognize. Both old photos, but some of my favorites. (Both shots taken by Keith Larrett). Paint me in a corner, but my color comes back.

Someone help me; I'm actually posting in SC today. In a nutshell, this represents my thoughts exactly. But rather than just repost, I'll add a few additional thoughts of my own: I often feel very lucky and fortunate to have been born in the U.S. Had I been born in another country, it's possible, perhaps even probable I'd want to come here, too. I don't forget that our forefathers were immigrants. Had it not been for them I wouldn't have had the luxury of being born in this great nation. The U.S. has always been a melting pot and that has served us very well. Of course, I have come across first-hand, all too many times, construction companies full of illegal employees. They are not paying taxes. They are not paying worker's comp. And they are able to bid the job for less $$$ than my hunny, an American, a contractor and CEO of his business. And yet Billy's two best employees are from Columbia and Venezuela and are not citizens, nor do they wish to be. The former I have issues with. The latter I do not. Paint me in a corner, but my color comes back.

Exactly! Paint me in a corner, but my color comes back.

In fact, some (privately run companies, hospitals, etc) are required to have separation. It would appear in this case, however, the state supported the physician's refusal. Paint me in a corner, but my color comes back.

I lurk here.

I've skimmed through this, so forgive me if it is a repost/same thoughts as others. And I wasn't sure if this should be posted in a new thread or not? http://www.pennlive.com/news/patriotnews/index.ssf?/base/news/115383211470590.xml&coll=1 How is this separation of church & state? Or am I just idealistic in hoping that will ever happen. A little excerpt from the hospital's website: http://www.gshleb.org/aboutus.cfm?id=555555 I try never to post in the SC. My belief is that I feel strongly in my own opinions, morals and viewpoints. Thus, I would be a hypocrite to judge others for having equal and opposite opinions, morals and viewpoints. I try to keep an open ear and an open mind. Paint me in a corner, but my color comes back.

I think the last line really rings true for some unmentionable DZ.com'ers. Paint me in a corner, but my color comes back.

When I was a mortgage broker we had cubicle-esque desks. I knew this ahead of time b/c my best friend worked for the company and was the one who yanked my foot through the door. True story: In my interview, I forget how it came up in the conversation, but I INSISTED on one by the window... And they accomodated me

Thought some of ya'll would find this funny. http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=wgLoPhDUKWw&NR And P.S. This song annoys the hell out of me and I didn't want to be the only one with it stuck in my head all day. Misery loves company. Paint me in a corner, but my color comes back.

That's sad. Paint me in a corner, but my color comes back.

Indeed. I love a little organized chaos. Paint me in a corner, but my color comes back.

59, 60...Ready or not, here I come! Paint me in a corner, but my color comes back.

I hear ya'll. Loud and clear! Thing is...I always try to give people the benefit of the doubt...at least at first. He might, in a really weird, confused sort of way, been trying to impress us. Which in reality is hilarious b/c my father, though quite well-off, came from a poor farming family. Billy's family, though also pretty well-off, came from back-country roots. Though we are blessed to have grown up differently and with more luxury than our older relatives, we were brought up with the same values. I have no issues with any of it. I happily order the cheapest Pinot Noir on the menu when we go to a nice restaurant...in fact, I don't even know half the names---and when the waiter asked "which kind?" of Pinot Noir I wanted, I just said "The cheapest" and winked & smiled. They think it's "cute" or "funny" and I could care less. But, this was this cat's first time meeting us---all he knows, probably, is we live at the beach and have/do various things. Soooooooo......like any smart woman/friend would, I'm keeping my eye out, but giving him the benefit of the doubt, for now. And it should be noted, my friend also has a concealed weapon's license. I asked her if she had that before or after she met him; the conversation changed and I never got my answer. I"ll ask again. By the way---I didn't really want to open up a SC discussion on the topic of "packing." I fully support our rights. But, me? I've never touched a gun in my life. I have a picture I took as a 12-year-old from my first trip to the United Nations of a statue outside of a gun with its barrel tied in a knot. It sounds idealist. And believe me, I'm not so naive. But, I still hope...

I like shopping the sales and finding a $350 jacket that was 50% off, then marked down another 50% off of that, so I get it for $90 and pay my tailer $30 to make it fit (b/c it's always two sizes too big.). I get a perfectly tailored jacket for $120 that was originally $350 and may or may not have been perfectly fitted to me.

Fine! As long as I don't have to wait for you at the place with all the animal heads on the wall again. (Just kidding). Paint me in a corner, but my color comes back.