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i don't see why peeps don't just iggy stuff they don't like. we have had some great discussions and disagreements here at o/t and most of us are still here. i don't think i have the guts to try the jackhammer though. you all would just laugh at me. this above all to thine own self be true. keep the stories coming i really enjoy them !
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on some boards you can actualy block selected peoples posts by iggy. btw, if the mods left the "if you're bored" thread that poolboy started, they must be pretty liberal ! no complaints from me on what stays and what goes.
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I love our jackhammer! However, I have to wear a bra or risk double black eyes.
Vacuum cleaner, though, more pleasant vibrations.
Reminds me of a story. Not sure if I can get away with telling this one.
A girlfriend gives me some shampoo and cream rinse. Wait, I will go look at the brand name.
Ok, Paul Mitchell brand name, only available at hair salons. She knows I am too much of a tightwad to go to a beauty palor, so she gives me some. Great stuff, tingles, exciting, smells great.
I am visiting with a different girlfriend. She notices my hair is less wild than usual, does not reach out and try to choke her and all that. She pulls me close, arm around my neck, sniffs, "Ouuu, your hair smells so good!" I ask if she is coming on to me, "No! I am not a lesbian!"
I smile, "Shucks, I was hoping you are a lesbian."
This inspires me to an idea.
Girlfriend who gave me the hair stuff is coming over. I have a charcoal briquette handy. I rub some around my eye, spit on my fingers, work it in to look like I have a blackeye.
She comes in, I am holding my right hand over my right eye, "Taha, why are you holding your hand over your eye?" Big sad look, "No, I do not want you to see. I am embarrassed." She bites, "Taha, what is wrong? We have been friends forever. You can tell me."
Slowly, hesitantly, I lower my hand.
"OH MY GOD! Taha what happened? Did Billy hit you?"
Leading her in, "Oh no, Billy would never hit me."
She is almost crying, "What happened? You should call the police."
I explain, "Remember the shampoo and cream rinse you gave me? I am over at Gloria's house and she is hugging me, telling me how soft is my hair, smells my hair, gives me a cheek kiss, so I figure she is, at least, bisexual. I become excited and start coming on to her, you know, trying to kiss her and stuff," she does not notice the sleeve of my sweatshirt is dripping wet and I am wetting my right hand which I bring back up to my eye and gently rub, but unnoticed, to remove the blackness, "so Gloria pops me one in my eye for coming on to her."
"Oh Taha," she is sincerely concerned, "what are you going to do?"
"I am not going to do anything," dropping my hand down and the blackness is gone, "see, my eye is better already."
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morning, all ! i was reading in the pontiac club magazine that oklahoma came from the choctaw words "okla"- people and "humma"- red. history lession for the day. GLTA and we'll all get to see what today brings in the market.
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i guess you don't have to be crazy to play the pennies, but it sure helps ! CHSD gapping own about 4 cents at open. i hope a lot of us learned some good lessons from this one. might ne a good flip today, though ! i don't know if i even trust it that far!
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Trading stocks is significantly stressful. In time, this stress takes its toll. I am certainly not free from this stress, doubtful many are.
Periodically, even daily, I take a break from all this stress. When I sense trading stress is taking a high toll on my attitude, I will take a month off, take a few months off. Making money is very important to our lives, but happiness should never have a price tag attached.
We were happy when poor. We are happy being wealthy. However, we would rather be happy and poor than unhappy and wealthy.
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A preface here. A rural farmer's lifestyle is simply no longer possible. Our American farmers are now history because large scale commercial farming has replaced family farming.
During our lives, the most "intense" happiness we enjoyed was during the time we lived on our farm, with our extended family. All of us were one big family working together to survive.
We never had any money, literally. Nonetheless we had the joy of working the fields together, farming together, fishing together, having fun together, struggling together, listening to a car battery powered radio on Sundays, together.
The key word here is "together."
In time, our farming lifestyle became impossible. We could grow or raise all the food we needed, but we could not afford to buy clothes, could not afford a doctor, could not afford many of the "things" needed to survive in a changing world.
Gradually, our very large family began splitting up in search of work. Some found work in logging, some found work at Texas oil fields, some went to California, only to return many times over.
This economic splitting of our family reduced our ability to farm, effectively. Over a course of about ten years, Eagletown fell apart; almost everyone was gone in search of work.
I can trace our route, town-to-town, to our finally ending up in California. New Boston, Texas, to work, West Texas to work oil fields, Arizona to pick cotton, lots and lots of small towns along the way, back and forth, looking to work for anyone who would hire us, or one of us.
Then finally California for my husband to work as a carpenter and me, a waitress, a factory worker, a maid, a cashier, whatever could be found.
During those times, we were never more happy; love in a motel room in some cow town, in some oil town, in God forbidden Bakersfield.
We were together and happy. Nothing is more important.
Today, there is little we would not give to return to our farm and lead that life again. Sadly, in today's world, this is impossible.
We could buy a farm, we could pretend, but we can never recapture the days of our youth when struggle and hunger made life so very important and so very meaningful.
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Gotta have fun or you will become harmful crazy!
Can you imagine me picking cotton for a living? Any of you boys ever pick cotton?
Let me tell you picking cotton is a horrible job. Hot, sweaty, dusty, your hands and arms end up literally covered with paper cut type scratches. Sweat makes those scratches burn, flies start moving in to suck up your saltly sweat, your eyes begin burning from the salt, you wipe your forehead with a forearm and only succeed at mixing in cotton dust and dirt with your sweat.
What to do when you need to pee or poop? This is a real problem, not to mention your sandwiches for lunch are totally cooked and your jug of water is hotter than McDonald's coffee.
Cotton sacks are bags about six to eight feet long with a shoulder strap. You drag this bag along behind you as you stuff it with picked cotton. Have any idea of how much cotton you can stuff into one of those bags? Do not fill up several bags in a day, you are fired.
Talk about cotton mouth, Boy Howdy. If you do do not sweat your water away, cotton dust will suck the water right out of you.
Picking cotton is quite an effective birth control measure, very effective. At day's end, your only thought is grab something to eat on your way back to your motel room, once there, a shower then literally collapse on your bed next to a cheap fan, until just before sunrise.
If lucky, you will earn enough money to make it back home to Oklahoma and have a hundred bucks left over to share with your family.
Any surprise I expect people to put out effort, to work hard, and any surprise I am harsh when people do not?
I think all people should have to pick cotton for a season, during their late teenage years. This will help motivate people to work hard for a good life, and appreciate a good life.
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Grandma taught me how to sew curtains and shirts using worn out cotton sacks!
Today, I buy canvas tarps from Home Depot and make curtains out of those for some of our rentals. Never a lesson forgot.
I used to sew shirts for our girl but when she became old enough to realize she is a she, that saving money trick did not work anymore.
So, I taught myself how to use patterns to sew her dresses. That did not last long, either. She did not like Fifties style French Poodles on her skirts, nor Sixties style tie-dyed clothing. Eighties style disco clothing sucks.
Finally, I gave up and gave her a credit card. This turned into a problem because she promptly went out and started buying clothes for me, and she still dresses me funny.
What is wrong with wearing overalls and going barefoot? Seems natural to me.
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i can't imagine picking cotton for a living but most of us did what we had to do to survive, and did not expect charity or gov't help. experiences like that build honesty and character. people who have not lived through the same or similiar experiences do not understand why people that have react the way they do to things. to be a real person, i believe you have to have felt both the bottom and the top. its really not all about the money. most people today need to experience that side of life to see how lucky they really are.
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My momma (and her brothers) picked cotton, on their own farm. Then Depression...lost the farm. So they picked cotton on the same farm...but they no longer owned it...
Then the new owner lost it, too...and momma's folks went to live on the river bank, hoping to pick cotton wherever/whenever...
that's how they wound up in Ft Worth...driven from their land down in Hill County. That story played out in hundreds of thousands of families...and the attack on family farms continues to this day...
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thanks!! that is a good post you made at the end of the fhal thread. exactly correct imho.
a man hears only what he wants to hear and disregards the rest...
the boxer - simon and garfunkle.
post a honest, truthful response and only a few are wise enough to read and remember it. the scoffers will only end up burning themselves by having a closed mind.
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I have some pictures to share, Tex. Not my pictures; Great Depression / Dustbowl.
My grandparents and elders survived that era ok, but just barely. This is a direct result of their providing their own food and water. Beyond that, nothing, no money, no new clothes, no new boots, nothing.
66inxs, I am noticing when I post articles on stocks, a lynch mob shows up in minutes, as if they are just sitting there, silently waiting for someone to post.
Yes, a sincere article written to help. However, those fruits of the poisonous tree can also be the minds of people; tainted by personal issues.
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personal issues including an abnormal desire to be the center of attention? Yeah I've run across a couple of "those" types...
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Dustbowl Oklahoma, northern Oklahoma specifically. Today, we know this moving of millions of tons of earth is a direct result of working the land too much. The soil had been used so much for crops, all the "cohesion" components were long gone from overuse; only silt and dust left.
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