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Thanks for the tips, two shoes. Paint me in a corner, but my color comes back.

Me, three. Paint me in a corner, but my color comes back.

It was a snoby skydiver witch (pardon my french) that said it about me--and she didn't even have nerve to say it to my face. I had to . Why? Why are ridiculous things and worrying about OPS so important to some people? I'm just happy I could give her something to talk about. Obviously she didn't have much else going on for her. Paint me in a corner, but my color comes back.

I just washed my car. It never fails. The weather channel requires I report to them anytime my car gets washed. My Sequoia is their doppler. Paint me in a corner, but my color comes back.

Yes, but if you don't go as often inevitably some idiot (in all seriousness) will say you're not a "real" skydiver. True story... Paint me in a corner, but my color comes back.

Yea, see the problem with that is you'll end up buying it all back later in life. I was in college and sold three surfboards, two wakeboards & scuba gear to help pay for AFF. Nevermind I had gotten all of the above for FREE. Paint me in a corner, but my color comes back.

I would do what I want---always do. I've always been frank about skydiving being one of many hobbies of mine. When I first started, of course, I was at the DZ every weekend for at least a year or more. But the "newness" of it wore off like anything else. I love trying new things and keeping my brain stimulated. Often when you're trying something new, you're also learning something new. And I love that.

Haven't read everyone else's yet so I'm sure everyone else and their mom is this too: You are a Porsche 911! You have a classic style, but you're up-to-date with the latest technology. You're ambitious, competitive, and you love to win. Performance, precision, and prestige - you're one of the elite, and you know it. Paint me in a corner, but my color comes back.

Of course I'm an adult and was speeding. The point of a warning is everyone has off days. If you can view in a system someone has not been pulled over in 6 years, then I think a warning is reasonnable. But, I'm not saying I didn't deserve the ticket--but I can still be about the way the cop was. I normally do not speed anymore. I haven't in a very long time. I wasn't doing so this time intentionally. Nobody abides by all the rules all the time. I would almost bet you'll have another ticket for something in your lifetime even though you "never speed" anymore and probably always come to a complete stop at every stop sign. It will happen--one day when you're having an off day or something else is on your mind. Something major was on my mind--there's no excuse, but it was an off-day for sure for me and I wasn't on the road by choice. I don't normally drive when I'm moody/worried. The cop, had he asked, might have had mercy on me, or he might have thought I was full of shit, or he might not have cared either way---obviously the latter is how he felt since he didn't ask. It was just really weird. It's was like he couldn't wait to ticket me and had some sort of severe dislike for me. I've never in my life had a cop emerge from his vehicle so quickly and especially not when my vehicle hasn't even come to a complete stop on the side of the road. I stand by my complaint that a warning would have been more appropriate. Just the mere fact of seeing the lights and hearing the siren is enough to scare some sense into me for a while. I don't care about the $200---cops are always begging for donations anyways, so they got mine for a while. Paint me in a corner, but my color comes back.

Oh yea---and I couldn't even get my rewards points for paying the ticket online with my AMEX B/c the ticket was so newly issued and the lady said it sometimes takes 7 days to get it in the system--especially at the end of the month. So, I just dropped a check in the mail with the citation info. When bad things happen I don't like waiting, I like to just resolve it immediately then never think about it again. It keeps me sane. Paint me in a corner, but my color comes back.

Seriously. I know I sound like a complete spoiled brat right now, but I've never experienced anything like that before---I felt like I had a taste of what discrimination feels like. It was just really weird. Paint me in a corner, but my color comes back.

Progress Report: I have been wearing my seat belt ever since the day I vowed to start. It's not so bad. And the best part is that really annoying blinking red seat belt light on my gage-board goes away when I have my seat belt on. Funny.... But, I'm b/c I got a speeding ticket yesterday. I used to get pulled over for speeding all the time, but I haven't in 6 years--mostly thanks to cruise control and Billy driving me. So here I am finally wearing my seat belt, feeling like a good girl, and a jerk highway patrolman snags me. It was the strangest thing--he was out of his car before my car even came to a complete stop on the side of the road. He had this angry look on his face and just said, "I got you in the left hand passing lane at 86 in a 70 mph zone. License please. Wait here while I write you a ticket." He came back with the ticket and didn't go over anything, just asked me to sign it. I asked him how I pay it, etc. he just circled a # at the bottom and said "Call them if you have questions." Then, he hurried back to his car and proceeded to point his radar gun again at oncoming traffic. Was there a contest or something--whichever cop writes the most tickets gets a bonus? He didn't ask me anything, didn't want to even bother to explain anything. Whatever happened to a warning??? I rarely ever speed anymore and for goodness sakes--for the first time EVER on the highway I even had my damn seat belt on Back when I used to be pulled over all the time, I always got warnings. The first ticket I ever had was b/c the cop said he was going to just give me a warning but saw I already had two warnings in the previous 8 months so he wrote me a moving violation ticket. I felt like for whatever reason, this cop just hated my car and hated me from the start. He couldn't see in his little system that I haven't been pulled over or given a warning in forever? It was horrible. And I had to pee REALLY bad and finally got to the rest area and the flippin' ladies rooms were all closed! All of them! The rest area person had the nerve to point me over toward some port-o-lets. Instead, I waited for the equally disgusting (as it turned out) "Family restroom". What a sucky afternoon! (Pardon my french). But you'll be happy to know, at least I was wearing my seat belt. P.S. The ticket was $200! I already sent a check in the mail. I think the cop was just jealous that my aviator sunglasses were far cooler than his. And he only caused me to drive while using my cell phone--normally I don't---but I was forced to call the # on the citation and then my insurance company afterward. Paint me in a corner, but my color comes back.

When I'm hungry, everything! Never go to the grocery when you're hungry. Of a chicken? It's a toss up between the thigh and the leg.

Mos definitely! You know they're making a comeback. I just bought Billy a pair of Quicksilver straight-from-the-80s (but brand new) style shorts. Yummy! Paint me in a corner, but my color comes back.

I love their pants! Paint me in a corner, but my color comes back.

You caught me. It was still a nice surprise, though. Paint me in a corner, but my color comes back.

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

OK, good Lord, do I have to go here? Warning: Men sensitive to "girlie" topics please discontinue reading here... I have orgasmed accidentally doing sit-ups with a tampon in. Size does NOT matter, ladies.

Then I'll just have to play with myself b/c you're no fun.

Shhhhhhh! Don't spoil my entertainment! Paint me in a corner, but my color comes back.

Now it's getting good....

I don't get it---does that mean no drinking? No juice = no drinking? Count me out--this month and every one after that.

Oh Walt, Noooooooooo. Can....of....worms..... Paint me in a corner, but my color comes back.

Definitely none of those, either. Bitch, doesn't bother me though. But, if you put "stupid" in front of that, then I'm . I might be a bitch, but I'm definitely not a stupid one.

Dick size doesn't matter, just the size of the orgasm.