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

Ha ha ha! That's WAY better than my idea Paint me in a corner, but my color comes back.

I'm with you, right now, tricky. But, I can't complain, either, b/c there are MANY who are WAY worse off than me. I have a lot to be thankful for, but I also worked my ass to be where I'm at. So, then I'm even more sad, b/c I'm sad, but I can't say I'm sad, b/c then I just sound like an ungrateful whiner. I don't have any answer for you except to let you know you're not alone. For me, my boy-toy is my only "up" in the day these days. Things will get better, I know that, but I can not seem to focus on that. My boy-toy knows me so well, that he seems to know exactly what to do to make my situation easier. I know I'm being very vague, but I don't often get personal. Anywho....if the following helps, GREAT!: I do well for myself, but whenever I pass that beautiful house on the beach, with the nice landscaping, great view, nice car and the woman always outside walking, or laying out, or whatever, I can't help but think, "It's not fair. I want to lay around all day and enjoy the ocean view." That's what I USED to think...until I just closed a loan for a guy who lives in a VERY similiar house, with a really nice car and beautiful wife. Turns out, they have NO SAVINGS, they're 100% mortgaged out on all their properties and have an additional $100k in debts. So, they're basking in the sun for now...but we all know that won't last much longer. That's why the saying "the grass isn't always greener" really is so true. You just NEVER know someone's history, situation, or anything, so it's best just to worry about only yourself and trying to make things better for you and not give a RATS ASS about anybody else's thoughts or opinions about it. A while back I made the decision not to give a shit about what other people think and it has made a HUGE difference. I'm myself, for better or worse. Just remember to hang in there...the only place to go from here is UP, right?

As my boy-toy always says, "What the hell is the deal w/ Paris Hilton. I mean, what does she do?" Ha ha ha! (Since we seem to see her picture EVERYWHERE) I think it's the same picture and then just put a new outfit on her via the computer...you know...cause she's always making that same face/pose. Paint me in a corner, but my color comes back.

Very nice...I've been thinking...it always changes...I used to think I'd do this, then that, then this...now, I think the first thing I'd do is: 1. Quit my job 2. Pay off the house (and whatever other miniscule debts there are) 3. lay low for a while and just vacation, skydive, kayak, play golf, basically just wake up and do whatever the hell I want...then once the initial dust has settled and I can relax and think more clearly...I'd probably: 4. donate to charity (including a set amount for each family member; why try to spend it for them? just give them X amount and be done with it), buy a new house on a lake in the sticks, and invest the hell out of the rest 5. no worries, just have fun. Paint me in a corner, but my color comes back.

You mean showing her that her little "Kitty Poo" is a sausage, didn't do the trick? I doubt if she even had a cat, then...you know the mind is the first thing to go Paint me in a corner, but my color comes back.

I'm so sorry for your loss. Having just lost three family members, myself, I can certainly sympathize. Paint me in a corner, but my color comes back.

what would be the first 5 things you'd do if you won the lottery? I'm having a slow day at work...so dreaming of making $$$ is usually what I sit here doing... Paint me in a corner, but my color comes back.

If the car always gets you from here to there...it's priceless. And the rig...that goes w/out saying Paint me in a corner, but my color comes back.

That is very true! When we were out of wine the other night, I had some of my boy-toy's whiskey & coke. I woke up several times that night. Have some wine, instead after 2 p.m. It's the FIRST thing I do when I get home after a long day. Paint me in a corner, but my color comes back.

Have the doc prescribe you some Xanax. That will solve the palpitations, make you tired, and then coffee is a NECESSITY to keep you awake Paint me in a corner, but my color comes back.

Ahhhh, yes, caffeine! I was told the same thing. I have anxiety, which also contributes to palpitations, but "supposedly" caffeine makes it worse. Ehh emmm...well, since my coffee makes me VERY happy, I don't see how it could contribute. I have cut back, though. I used to have my morning Starbucks Venti latte, two-three Mountain Dews and an evening tea. For a while, when I was "being good" I still got my coffee to satisfy the craving, but went for decaf. It worked for a while, but let's face it...decaf BITES the big one. It doesn't taste near as good. So, I still get my Venti (not decaf), but limit myself the rest of the day to one Moutain Dew, a Diet soda or two, and/or water. Hey, it's the best I can do... Paint me in a corner, but my color comes back.

For me it was 2300 ft. on my 17th jump. We were doing a 5-way, I was also inexperienced at 17 jumps, but had a lot of tunnel time so was OK with a 5-way. We broke at 4k--I tracked away, then looked around to pull and one of the other jumpers in the 5-way was right below me, he tried free-flying after we broke and wasn't very good and instead of going the opposite direction, went my direction, then dumped right under me w/out looking. I tried to haul bootie and tracked away when I saw him deploy his pilot chute. By the time I was in the clear and pulled, it was 2,300 ft. It's not that low, but it was low enought for me. The DZ manager yelled at me when I landed, but then the other jumpers in the 5-way came to my defense regarding the other guy. That might even have been one of my last belly-dives, too. Paint me in a corner, but my color comes back.

We call each other "babe" most of the time. He calls me sweetheart & hunny, a lot. I call him, "Chef Boy-ar-Billy" since he does all the cooking (hey, I clean, but I can't boil water.) And we call each other "peas and carrots" sometimes after Forest Gump. We go together like peas and carrots. I love peas, and him carrots, so usually we have separate veggies for dinner. But, that's probably not very funny to anyone else. Paint me in a corner, but my color comes back.

Ha ha ha! That's how I memorize things; make up new words to old tunes. I'm the typical blonde who, if you were listening to people's minds, you'd here all these intellectual things and then get to me and hear, "Haaaang on sloopy, sloopy hang on," or whatever song was in my head at the time. I woke up the other morning with my ELEMENTARY school spirit song in my head. I didn't even know I remembered it! Paint me in a corner, but my color comes back.

Oh my goodness. I'm glad you're OK Brian. At least you'll have a story to tell out of it...might want to think of something more interesting than you got in a fight with a tree. Ha ha ha! I have a scar on my back from when I was younger (and tan as they come) from a cancerous mole removed. The scar is your average scar, but I tell people who ask that I was bit by a shark out surfing. 99% of the time they buy it and it's more fun to tell than "I stayed in the sun too long". Ha hah a Paint me in a corner, but my color comes back.

sloopy hang on. Sloopy let your hair down girl... Love this song on the radio...what are you singing at the office? Paint me in a corner, but my color comes back.

It cracks me up how us skydivers always have one train of thought. No matter where we go, my boy-toy says, "This would be a killer place to swoop, I could come in through these two trees, and land right there by the bandshell and..." Or, when I'm on my way home from work and I see a plane flying overhead at the beach I think, "Wouldn't it be cool if I was on that plane now, and could just skydive home and land in my backyard? The way the flag is moving, I could come in easy right over my neighbor's roof and land just right into the wind on my backporch..." Ha ha ha. Paint me in a corner, but my color comes back.

Chris, you are in my prayers Hang in there

My deepest regards to all the jumpers in Lake Wales. I am happy to hear the equipment seems to be OK. All you need is a trailer to manifest anyways. We skydivers are very resourceful and resiliant. I'm sure you'll have the place better than before. Paint me in a corner, but my color comes back.

it was a year ago today Paint me in a corner, but my color comes back.

I won't go to work without my coffee! It's VERY bad luck Paint me in a corner, but my color comes back.

First, that is true with anything in life. I can follow all the driver's ed rules and still die in a car accident. It's all about the silly "but, what if" game. I don't ever worry about the "what if's" unless there's a valid reason to. I wouldn't say I am either, or. It's Friday the 13th, today, so of course if something bad happens, I will joke it was b/c it's Friday the 13th. I still knock on wood, all the time, even though I really dont' think it makes a difference. But, black cats are still cute as hell to me, and I've broken several mirrors in my time. If there's bad luck involved, it wasn't all that bad. Karma, is a bit of a superstition, yet I still say, "what goes around, comes around" even though I think I get jipped in that arena. Again, I must say, if it can't hurt, why not? Knock on wood all you want. I will. Why not? Paint me in a corner, but my color comes back.

Ha ha ha! Great answer Paint me in a corner, but my color comes back.

I understand, completely. My neighbor for two years when I was renting had an autistic child with the same outburts. He was WELL-KNOWN in our neighborhood, b/c bless her heart, the single-mother could not always keep up with him and he would run through anyone's house on the street who happened to leave their door unlocked. I ALWAYS check the locks (always have) and set the alarm, but we had some friends stay with us all summer one time and they always came in late and never locked the door. It was actually really funny. We got used to the child running in and jumping on our bed every morning. I even babysat him a couple times, even though, as a rule, I don't do babysitting, never did as a kid. I just felt she needed a break once in a while. Basically, I'd just keep a look out over him, while she cleaned house, or whatever. But, one good thing that came out of it, was I helped her get in to that program and Marineland, and also, my next-door neighbor had a turtle and NEVER locked his door, so every time the child ran in to his house, he'd play with the turtle and even began asking for the turtle! Just another example why I feel animals can be just a vital medicine to everyone. Paint me in a corner, but my color comes back.