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Grandchildren

absolutelyshameless — Mon, 06 Oct 2008 15:04:14 +0000

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> She was in the bathroom, putting on her makeup, under the watchful eyes of her young granddaughter as she'd done many times before. After she applied her lipstick and started to leave, the little one said, 'But Gramma, you forgot to kiss the toilet paper good-bye!' I will probably never put lipstick on again without thinking about kissing the toilet paper good-bye...:)
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> My young grandson called the other day to wish me Happy Birthday. He asked me how old I was, and I told him, '62.' He was quiet for a moment, and then he asked, 'Did you start at 1?'
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> After putting her grandchildren to bed, a grandmother changed into old slacks and a droopy blouse and proceeded to wash her hair. As she heard the children getting more and more rambunctious, her patience grew thin. Finally, she threw a towel around her head and stormed into their room, putting them back to bed with stern warnings. As she left the room, she heard the three-year-old say with a trembling voice, 'Who was THAT?'
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> A grandmother was telling her little granddaughter what her own childhood was like: 'We used to skate outside on a pond. I had a swing made from a tire; it hung from a tree in our front yard. We rode our pony. We picked wild raspberries
in the woods. 'The little girl was wide-eyed, taking this all in. At last she
said, 'I sure wish I'd gotten to know you sooner!'
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> My grandson was visiting one day when he asked, 'Grandma, do you know how you and God are alike?' I mentally polished my halo while I asked, 'No, how are we alike?' 'You're both old,' he replied.
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> A little girl was diligently pounding away on her grandfather's word processor. She told him she was writing a story. 'What's it about?' he asked. 'I don't know,' she replied. 'I can't read.'
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> I didn't know if my granddaughter had learned her colors yet, so I decided to test her. I would point out something and ask what color it was. She would tell me and was always correct. It was fun for me, so I continued. At last she headed for the door, saying sagely, 'Grandma, I think you should try to figure out some of these yourself!'
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> When my grandson Billy and I entered our vacation cabin, we kept the lights off until we were inside to keep from attracting pesky insects. Still, a few fireflies followed us in. Noticing them before I did, Billy whispered, 'It's no use, Grandpa. The mosquitoes are coming after us with flashlights.'
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> When my grandson asked me how old I was, I teasingly replied, 'I'm not sure.' 'Look in your underwear, Grandpa,' he advised. 'mine says I'm four to six.'
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> A second grader came home from school and said to her grandmother, 'Grandma, guess what? We learned how to make babies today.' The grandmother, more than a little surprised, tried to keep her cool. 'That's interesting,' she said, 'how
do you make babies?' 'It's simple,' replied the girl. 'You just change 'y' to 'i' and add 'es'.'
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> Children's Logic: 'Give me a sentence about a public servant,' said a teacher. The small boy wrote: 'The fireman came down the ladder pregnant.' The teacher took the lad aside to correct him. 'Don't you know what pregnant means?' she asked. 'Sure,' said the young boy confidently. 'It means carrying a child.'
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> A nursery school teacher was delivering a station wagon full of kids home one day when a fire truck zoomed past. Sitting in the front seat of the truck was a Dalmatian dog. The children started discussing the dog's duties. 'They use him to keep crowds back,' said one child. 'No,' said another, 'he's just for good
luck. 'A third child brought the argument to a close. 'They use the dogs,' she said firmly, 'to find the fire hydrants...

Only a Mexican wife...

absolutelyshameless — Sun, 05 Oct 2008 17:13:54 +0000

The sick Mexican husband was laying on his death bed. He had only hours to live when suddenly he smelled tamales. He dearly loved tamales more than anything else in the world, especially his wife Chita 's tamales.

With every last bit of the energy left in his mind and body, the terminally ill husband pulled himself out of bed, across the floor, down the hall, and into the kitchen. Here, his wife was removing the fresh batch of tamales from the stove top.

As he reached for one of the freshly made tamales his wife, Chita, smacked him in the back of the head with a wooden spoon:
'Leave them alone, pendejo!... They're for the funeral!'

Remember

absolutelyshameless — Thu, 11 Sep 2008 04:56:16 +0000

Some people think the war going on today is pointless, but just remember the real people behind every snide comment you make about this government. If you aren't a part of the solution you are a part of the problem. I was married a few weeks before this happened and my husband was enroute back to Saudi Arabia when they shut everything down. It scared the hell out of me and I was right there along with the majority of AMERICA asking for someone's blood. People are just tired of it now that's why they are wanting us to pull out.

This country has always laid down its heart and soul for things they believe in and making sure people have choices. Those choices include people having an opinion and the ability to voice that opinion without some religious police coming to beat the shit out of them. Soldiers fight for what they believe in and they join the service fully aware of the things they might have to do one day. If you don't agree with the government stand up and use the rights soldiers have fought and died to give you for the last couple of hundred years.

And for anyone bad mouthing America you have a right to your opinion, but don't move here if you don't like the way we run things and still want to reap the benefits of our system. Freedom of speech, freedom of press, freedom of religion just to name a few.

What's in a name!

absolutelyshameless — Sun, 31 Aug 2008 20:22:20 +0000

Yes I know simple question isn't it?

Help me name my new fish! Here is a picture.

MY NEW FISH!

Blog 126 - Trig and everything else...

absolutelyshameless — Sun, 17 Aug 2008 06:38:59 +0000

Yes I have blogged a lot. This is actually the most I have blogged on any site ever. I have tried livejournal, AOL journal, greatestjournal, myspace etc... I just never had any inspiration to write on any of them before.

I came to Trig because a friend told me about them after going to a 69 Eyes show. Well trying to open it in AOL was an absolute nightmare so I gave up and forgot about it for several months. When I came back was after going to a show myself and signing the Trig sheet. I said wait, I already have this shit. So I decided to check it out in earnest.

When I first made my way around Trig I was clueless. Clicking on so many things, trigging randomly and sending friend requests to just about anyone. Of course the longer I was around I saw the error in my ways over adding friends whether by sending or receiving requests myself. Soon enough I found I had more friends that I actually talked to and more bands that I would never listen to than I cared for.

Through my evolution on Trig I have met some amazing people. One person in particular here has been the most amazing of all, Lexy. This is not saying that I don't absolutely adore the other friends that I have made, but she had really made me smile on some seriously down days. We talk every day and I am glad we stumbled on one another through here.

I hope to continually meet people on Trig and make good friends. This site has been the most friendly for open communication with other individuals than any other I have ever come across. There are always going to be technical difficulties on any site. It really bothers me that people have been rather venomous about it as of late.

The Trig staff can be amazingly friendly. It isn't about just submitting your complaint in some box. I think many of us have gotten rather spoiled by quick responses that we forget just how many people are on this site to respond to. Of course you don't always get overnight responses, but I have to say these Trig guys are rather speedy in their response to a problem.

One person in particular you can guarantee a quick reply or trying to be helpful as possible is Chris. Seriously don't make some hateful blog, just send him a message and he will get on it as fast as he can. There is also asking Henke. I do believe Chris had in one of his blogs links to a few others that you can ask questions to.

For a small group I think these guys have done a fantastic job of giving people a place to meet and cross thousands of miles closing the gap with a few words. This for me has been a great thing to have around. Especially with the craziness in my life that can make it hard to go out and meet new people.

My summer has been very stressful. My son is autistic and can be rather challenging on his own, but I had a terribly bright idea about bringing my niece here. It was probably not one of my brilliant ideas in life. It made me realize that I could not have two chidren. My son is enough on his own. Taking the trip to Vegas to visit my family and gather up my niece and bring my mom back was more of a test in my mental capacity not to succumb to harming someone bodily than a vacation.

After a month with my niece here I had barely gotten more than 4 hours of sleep in a night. My son was not sleeping the whole night through, he had a bad reaction to an antibiotic that flared his eczema up and I was seriously thinking of drowning myself in a bathtub. LOL

I am glad that shortly after my niece was returned home and I spent some time in Vegas recouperating my sanity alone, the first time I had ever been away from my son for more than 48 hours in his 4 and a half years of life. I must have called home at least twice a day to check on him since he wasn't feeling well and I was so glad to see him when I got home.

You really cannot explain to someone what it is like to see your own kid after a prolonged period of time. Even though he has moments where I want to strangle him I could not image a day without him in my life. While he was sick there was a different smell to him, sounds strange doesn't it? One of my favorite things about him when he was born was the way he smelled. Even still when he cuddles up to me and I can smell his skin it is something that puts a smile on my face.

But think of something that you associate smells with that makes you smile. Sometimes it is the smell of a perfume or even something cooking. You smell that one thing and it wraps you up in it. I think for me it just is my son. It is a reminder of his presence and importance in my life.

Many people that have a surface knowledge of who I am see me as this smart ass type person and in some cases insightful. Those of you who have gotten to know me have heard me get mad at my kid, but hear me melt at the cuteness of my son. His random giggles in another room or being cute about asking for something. I can say I am a total sucker for him 99% of the time.

When I was growing up I never wanted to have kids. I wanted to just have dogs around the house and I was fine with that. When I got married it was a very important thing for us having a kid. I think in a lot of ways more important for my husband since he is 11 years older than I am. I wouldn't trade my son for the world, but I realize that being maternal is not really one of my finer qualities. Internally I am a lot more selfish than I let on.

Makes me wonder where I will be in the future. My marriage is hardly picture perfect no matter how good I am at faking it. I am living one of those picket fence lives minus the literal fence. As I look at how much I could accomplish and how afraid I have been of stepping outside of the box so to speak it bothers me.

I need to go back to work now that my son is in school. One reason I need to go back more is to reestablish the independant nature I walked into this marriage with. I have been taken for granted. I am probably thinking about this more lately because August 17th is my anniversary. I don't feel like celebrating at all. It is just another day on a calendar just like my birthday has become.

My husband is leaving for Korea in 10 days. He will be gone a year and I have nothing in me that is missing him nor do I think I will when he is gone. I know that in his own way my son will miss him, but I am relieved to have the break. Air is hard to come by when expectations are dumped on you.

When things are expected of me I balk. Being taken for granted sucks ass. My life changes none when my husband leaves. His life would turn upside down if my mother and I weren't here to help with my son. I do not honestly think he could handle it if something were to happen to me and there was no one in the house to help him.

I am looking forward to a year of freedom and possible visits from friends that otherwise I would not be able to see. Things have to change and I am the only one that can make that happen. Somehow I do not think he will enjoy the life he will be walking back into once he's been gone for a year. Frankly, I don't care.

If you are in a relationship with someone you should appreciate them. Do not ever take what is in front of you for granted. Life is entirely too short not to love some of the simple things. The way your child laughs. The way a small compliment can brighten your whole day. The friends that are willing to listen to you cry, bitch and moan and not tell you what you want to hear all the time, but tell you what needs to be said.

This blog is a great deal longer than I had expected or wanted it to be. I doubt many people will read it in its entirety, but that's okay. I needed to write and this is what came out. ;-)

Trig Kingdom

absolutelyshameless — Tue, 12 Aug 2008 07:33:59 +0000

Disclaimer - For those who are easily offended... Uh don't care. This blog was compiled with the creative talents of Sexy Lexy and Myself! This is what happens when we talk on the phone for waaaaay too long in a night and our brains get a goin'! It started off with nicknames and blossomed into a blog. We challenge you to try and figure out who the person is before you click on the link. And for those of you who don't... Hell we won't fucking know you cheated. Have fun and remember this is all in good humor.

Trig Prince of Hotness - Upon clicking the link attached to this name and wandering through this talented man's gallery and blogs you will note that the name has been well earned. If the sexiness of the tattoos and fabulous hair aren't a tip off then let me draw your attention to the fact that he is one of Trig's designers who makes Trig pretty. This is not limited to the webpage itself, but by gracing this place with his fair image. For more information please contact the individual who belongs to that link.

Trig Princess Sparkles - Many of you know this lovely young lady who is dripping in black and silver as Madge. She is the co-conspirator of the original Fock and David rendezvous. Our wandering vagabond designer who insists that if it doesn't sparkles it needs some hot glue and glitter. You may find that she has a touch of ADHD, but fear not! She loves you still, when she remembers she has to comment back.

Trig Instigator - My sista from anotha motha... We were separated at birth or something. She is a spawn after my own heart without my knack for tact. Always honest in her admiration of the hotness on Trig and willing to tell you to shut your pie hole in the Shout Box. Currently estranged from her wife Trig Sweetheart due to mileage. Also very into online cliche and bondage.

Trig Sweetheart - She looks like All American Apple Pie, but she's a gun slinging naughty girl. Don't let that sweet face fool you she's not that innocent. While she might pull a magician's disappearing act from time to time it is truly worth the wait when the rabbit pops out of the hat again. Don't dare start a Macro fight you will lose.

The Queen of Trig - She has the assets or is that topsets to match that title. Take a walk on the Swedish Wild Side with this enthusiatic bombshell. Trig is a Ghost Town without their Matriarch! She also has a Knight in Shining armor to protect her from your fiendish desires! Come scale the castle walls if you daaaare!

Trig Mystic - A paradox in the making right before your very eyes! At every turn there is a new facet to this Trig gem, but do not expect anything other than the unexpected to come from her. A rockin' babe who'll make you Suicidal with her snap shots.

Trig Lancelot - Protector of the Queen and purveyor of her honor or is that ON HER. Riding in on his shining stead of rumbling metal or sailing the seas with his lady fair you'll not see him far from his duties.

Trig International Man of Mystery- Is he hopping on a plane to Japan? Is it Italy? Perhaps even Chile? You never know what coast he's going to be on, but this man has frequently flyer miles to spare! "Watch" out for this one you never know if he is "watch"ing you!

Trig Tattooed Nice Guy - Sorry all you tattooed guys out there you didn't make the cut! This one is a total gem in the rough. He polishes up nice, but we kinda like the exterior the way it is. Sweet to the core and doesn't even realize. Talent doesn't stop with his manners, but careful of that English mouth it's got bite.

Trig Jesus - We thought you were our savior! Alas you have vanished and are making us await your return. Macros, porn, and sermons will just never be the same without you.

Trig Shutterbug - You might know her as Wendybird! Sprinkling a little fairy dust on her won't make her fly, but pop open a bottle of a good red and she might stay a while. Quick with her trigger finger on that fancy camera her gallery is a living image of the world around her. Home grown and southern as sweet tea with a personality like a firecracker.

Trig Court Jester - Serious? Hell no! He might try and play it off, but this one is wild! Give him a bottle of Jaeger and he is good to go. Quick with the wit! Always knows how to make you smile, but if you ask the Trig Instigator she'll just tell you he's a pain in ass!

Trig Ambassador - Crossing borders to unite nations, the UN forgot to snap this one up when they had the chance. Now negotiating a trans-oceanic merger with the Trig Mystic they are sure to produce astounding numbers as the powerhouse combines.

Trig Pirate - Stealing booty (as in treasures) in night and flashing bulbs in the day. You might not really know this fellow, but he's quite the dapper gentleman. An eye for all things beautiful he has no problems capturing them for himself. On film that is.

Trig Gnome - Are those dirty little foot prints you see? It might have been a gnome! A builder of gingerbread whorehouses and a special friend of Trig Princess Sparkles. Riding ponies and handing out goodies from her little sack you definitely want this one in your garden.

Trig Lucious Babe - Take a look at those lips and take a long tall drink from this gorgeous Finn. Pictures do her no justice, but they certainly do try. Prick and she does bleed, but pierce and she might like it.

The Mascot of Trig - Have you been bitten? If not then you aren't a true Trigofile. Slide on over to the Glamgoth Vampire side and get to know the guys who sling it for Trig.

Trig the Ageless - Time has no meaning. It is without an End. You might try to peer through the looking glass and figure this one out, but he's a wiley coyote from south of the border. Good luck to you if you figure out where he's hidden the fountain of youth. And remember to pimp thy self young Skywalker.

Trig Carebear - Always there for her friends and a shoulder when you need it. Causing waves isn't her bag she'd rather spread the love. Go on vacation with her through her gallery and see the smiles grow with all places she takes you.

Trig the Reaper - What's hiding under those black robes? Perhaps it is the International Man of Mystery! No it could be a Viking! We hear he is into clucking these days and laying down the scythe for a little R&R.

Trig Cutiepie - We want to love her and hug her and we shall call her George. For those missing the reference you should brush up on your Bugs Bunny. Cupid bow's mouth that is totally kissable and a figure that makes you dream of the Hollywood Golden Age how do you pack this much punch in such a sweet package!

The King of Trig - Has not left the building. Some are beginning to wonder when he sleeps. Welcoming you to Trig as you enter past the threshold and granting you your first baby trig. Though he might double as a man of mystery to most we hear he's a stand up guy, but as the King you got your vassels to do your bidding when you can't find the time. Hail to the Chief!

Trig Whore - I shall not be linking you to this page, but I think those who have been around long enough will know who this is. He's faster than a speeding bullet to forget to Trig you back. And Lord knows he leaves a virtual trail of wet panties in wake. Gotta love him for never having to try because that's my friends is true talent.

Trig High Priestess - We have now come to the end of our journey here in the Trig Kingdom and I as the wise and knowing High Priestess, with help from informents, wish to thank you for your contributions. I shall some day soon be imparting my Mama Ghandi Wisdom, Abshamble clutter and Button pressing nonsense on your page. Stay tuned for future installments of my brain vomit.

My Trig 101

absolutelyshameless — Tue, 12 Aug 2008 02:46:29 +0000

:: Dusts off the soapbox and stands on it :: Listen up people I have a very important announcement to make. Well, okay not really... :: Hops off the box :: This blog was going to be strictly about the giving and receiving of Trigs, but I decided I would make it into something of a Trigger point of view on finding things, doing things and all that jazz along with Trigging. So here it goes.

Some of us have indeed noted the changes to the home page of Trig. I was very glad to see the hit the lights tab on the top right of the screen cause that bright stuff was killin' my eyes. Though I do miss being able to click on random Trig member faces to check out profiles like before it is a cool new front page. You can get to Trig radio, which by the way is pretty sweet, I like the listen by genre or by band feature.

Now as far as the featured people go... Eh now see that's not something I am too crazy about. I don't know what goes into picking the people, but I notice time and again they are the same and mostly inactive Trig members. I understand the importance of exposure to new people, but it's gotta be give and take. I also understand busy schedules and not being able to keep up, but if you are going to feature people... Feature people active in this community that will generate interest from those already here.

Being a bit of a button happy little gal I learned Trig not by going to the help section like most normal people, but randomly dropping down menus and clicking on things to see how they worked. Harder? Perhaps, but way fun.

My first place to stumble in and browse around was Live 'n Direct, top menu second in from the right. Now this my friends is where you get to see all the recent activity of your fellow Triggers. Shouts are rather fun and can generate interest from like minded people. Depending on what you shout. When you go there and someone is saying I am bored all the time it really does nothing to make me want to come entertain you. Now if you say something like the monkey with the blue shoes ate the platypus I might just have to go check out your page and see if you are on drugs! And if you are sharing.

The next place I always like to check out is the Timeline Content Browser. This would be under the Browse section located just before Live 'n Direct for those of you not clicking on the links. Now what is cool about this you ask? Okay here's the skinny. You can move the sliders to your desired time you are looking at and wahlah! You can see the popular things for that particular time period. The tabs along side are equally interesting if you are looking for people of a certain genre of music or a locality in the world. You can even browse by how people have tagged items in their Trig profile. I like knowing what people dig and checking those things out.

Where to next you say? Oh well that's just a click away. Profiles. Search them seek them and Trig them. You'll never know if you don't try. Now here is where we start getting into why I had originally decided to write this blog in the first place. Alas this is where some of my joking ends as well. Some... fear not I might slip in a joke or two for my faithful friends who know my quirky sense of humor.

I am no gramatical genius by any means, but if I am going to have a conversation with someone I want to be able to read it. Those here that speak different languages it is completely understandable when the translation doesn't go through right or the spelling is different, but at least they are trying. English isn't their native language and my writing probably looks as strange to them as their native language looks to me. The words are because not becuz, before not b4, should not shud, and I seriously could go on about this one. I am guilty of typos and gramatical boo boos all the time, but over all I think you read what I am typing while understanding I have a pretty firm grasp on the English language considering it is my first and only language. If your first language is English please don't bastardize it on my page unless it's understood to be a joke.

Now this one is probably going to push some buttons, but hey let's just lay it out on the table shall we? I don't want to look at someone who is under age who has posted fairly inappropriate pictures of themselves as their profile picture. I'm not the Trig police, but I don't appreciate it. I love some good T&A or pecs and abs shots, but to be quite honest if your face isn't in that profile pic I have NO interest of going to your profile. A lot of the girls doing this are underage and frankly I don't want to see their tatas let alone their underage tatas. Sometimes this is unavoidable and I know to a few of the older guys that are my friends it has at times made them uncomfortable seeing that someone with a profile pic showing just their rear end or boobs and happens to be 15-18 was just trigging their page. Come on if you are going to do it be tasteful about it no matter what your age. 15 or 40 at least have your face in that pic somehow. And if you are underage you shouldn't have them on there at all, you can get someone else in trouble for that kind of behavior.

Now after that you might be going well she doesn't have her's up there because she's ugly or some equally negative thought. I can tell you and a few people here can back me up on the fact I wasn't beaten stupid with the ugly stick. I'm not going on the cover of Stuff/Vogue/Playboy any time soon, but I do alright in the looks department. I came to make friends not see if people thought I was hot or not. (That's what Facebooks pointless and insanely fun flesh auctions are for.) People I have made friends with here made friends with me for who I was and not what I looked like.

Who to Trig? Why to Trig? Okay who you should Trig? Let's start with that. Everyone that you want coming to your page deserves a Trig and everyone who has come to your page and Trigged deserves one back. Now in my random wanderings I have come across those not above the legal 18 and sometimes I slide right out of there without Trigging. Why? Well I am 30 years old and really I have very little in common with the average 16 year old. Nothing personal it's just a bit of demographics. That and some of what I speak about I don't want to direct at a 16 year old. If Trig had a filter ability on my profile that no one under 18 could view that would be great because I don't want to block it from everyone. Just everyone under 18. "Hey just because we are 16 doesn't mean we are stupid." No, not all underage people are stupid, but hEy My NaMe Is WhAtEvEr is annoying and most offenders are under 18.

If you see someone come to your page and Trig it you should do the same for them. Especially if they took the time to Trig a lot of your gallery or blog posts. I am not always up to speed on the Trigging of everything in my friends galleries and blogs, but I randomly sit down and try and catch up with them. Sometimes a week will go by without me being able to read bulletins as well and I will catch up to them when I can. I'm more apt to Trig people that I am in contact with than those I am not. I also am the Trig and run type. If I see something on Live 'n Direct that I want to Trig I go there and Trig and leave or sometimes stay to Trig a bit more. Really depends on how much there is of interest to me, but I don't always leave comments. It's a courtsey thing so try and have some for those that gave you the time to Trig you and return the favor.

Now friends requests... This is one that I find I hear the most people talk about. When I first came to Trig I just randomly friended people I thought were interesting. The longer I have been here the more I see I want to get to know people. I'll accept just about anyone who is over 18, but if you don't talk to me or Trig me often if at all after I have accepted you and given you Trigs I will remove you from my friends. I cannot keep up with 200 friends. Most of my friends are bands. I keep the bands because it's easier to find them and listen to the new tunes if I know where to find them. Sometimes I will even add bands, but if they don't come back and say thanks I will not bother to go over and Trig them if they haven't Trigged me.

So you say it is hard to find your friends. Well Trig has this awesome way of keeping those in line too. You can create folders and put friends in them. It is easier to do this when you are first starting out rather than editing some 200 friends. I know because I had to do it for 200 friends before I figured out you could have folders for them. I have folders for Trig Staff, Music, Boys, Girls, People I talk to and Featured Friends. I can't fit all the people in my featured friends that I talk to or they would probably all be in there instead. I do at times simply go through people and delete them and have them try and bombard me with friend requests, but never talk to me. After I've deleted you and you still don't talk to me and try and be my friend it will be met with denial.

Galleries are another thing that can be hard to keep track of. Fortunately you can create albums as you upload or even upload those pictures to galleries that you already have as well as mass tagging of downloads to keep them in line. It makes Trigging someone with 300 pictures much easier if you can do it a gallery at a time. So really it's to your mutual benefit to be as organized as possible with your galleries.

I think this pretty much covers it all. My personal standpoint on Trig and all that goes along with it. Agree or disagree with any or all it is up to you. This is just from a Trigger who's taken some time to notice things and speak about them from her own space on the internet. Bravo to those that made it through the whole thing!

(This is a repost of a blog I posted waaaay back in March. Since it was burried deep I am reposting it for the enjoyment of all! Not really enjoyment, but informative stuff a lot of people don't know or don't think about. That's my story and I'm stickin' to it. So Lexy says. Feel free to trig if you like IF you even read it all.)

Leaving for Vegas

absolutelyshameless — Wed, 18 Jun 2008 21:00:36 +0000

Heading to Vegas in the morning to do the whirlwind tour with family and friends. Internet will be a crapshoot so I'll see you or respond to you here when I can. Those of you with the digits call me if you want I will have my phone. Later Taters!

Just about AbSham's scrambled brain...

absolutelyshameless — Sun, 15 Jun 2008 15:46:13 +0000

Really I have written about myself enough to have lost track about what number post this would end up being about my thoughts. On a day like Father's Day or really any holiday it makes me a little nostalgic and also a little bit sad about life and the way things have gone, but sometimes there are happy moments in that muddle place I call a memory. I wasn't beaten as a kid, but we all have our own ideas of a hard life.

My parents got divorced in 1988. A good number of people on this site weren't even a twinkle in Daddy's eye then. I can't believe it has been 20 years myself. I was ten years old and in fourth grade. The daughter of an Air Force SP who hopped back and forth between elementary schools depending on Mom's work schedule and where she could find a babysitter after school for me. Dad worked. I can't remember him doing a lot in the house as a kid besides cutting grass and making me help with yard work, being the one to drive on long trips to see friends and relatives, and often reminding me I was a big girl and not to cry about some things.

My Dad was never a bad guy, he's just kind of not built to handle the who kid thing and knowing what is best to say. I think a lot of men are like that though. That emotionally complicated barrier that seems almost impossible to break through at times. Mostly due in fact to their own Father's not being able to reach that level of emotional security to let their sons know that it is okay to cry, it is okay to love openly and without feeling foolish, but mostly importantly that we are human and not without regret and mistakes.

Living without my dad in the house was a challenge for my mom and I tested it every step of the way. She always said she gave me enough rope to hang myself and if I ever got busted by the cops she was going to let me sit there. My dad was a pseudo authorty figure in my life a threat my mom couldn't pull out of the hat after we moved out. I do recall though her asking me once if she should get back together with him. It was maybe a year after their divorce. I said you weren't happy so why should you?

Truth is I really wish I would have said yes. If I would have known how much harder my life would have been without the stable income of my Father for even some of the smallest things in my life I sure in the hell wouldn't have told her not to go back to him cause she wasn't happy. Kind of a selfish motive, but it is true. I don't regret the person I am, but I do wish that I would have been able to have more and I recognize that is very selfish.

Of course I wouldn't have had to give up things like ballet, horseback riding, playing the clarinet and I might have actually cared about where I was going in my life. My dad was always about direction, my mother was kind of a free spirit who lost any sense of responsibilty beyond having a roof over our heads. I never complained about how much it sucked and how bad it was... later down the road in my life I saw my own self doing what she had done. I got married to try and save myself from that and got the farthest I could from dodge as possible.

People get married for the right reasons, not cause you are trying to save yourself. Have kids for the right reasons as well. I am not sure why I had my son anymore, but I wouldn't trade him for the world. He has a dad that loves him, but at times is a scary reminder of the man I call my Father. One thing I hope and pray is that I can raise my son to remember to love freely and don't sacrifice himself for the things and people he loves. I want to give him everything in this world. When he wants to play a sport or anything I want to support him and never say I can't pay for that so you can't do it. Where there is a will there is a way and I want him to have that. I am not too proud that I won't ask for help.

I don't know what point I had I just know that holidays are always emotional no matter how big or small the holidays are it always makes me think of things from when I was a kid and how I wish that I could go back and have truly enjoyed it and not taken some things for granted that they would always be there. I don't smile much nor have much fun on them I always approach them with some feeling of dread. Maybe one day I will get over it...Maybe.

Live as much as you can for as long as you can because some day you might have to look back and ask why you didn't. That is what I am learning. It's a hard thing to learn and an even harder thing to change.

Immortal (2005)

absolutelyshameless — Sun, 15 Jun 2008 02:34:24 +0000

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Totally crazy wicked flick. LOVED it.

Simply Amazing

absolutelyshameless — Mon, 09 Jun 2008 01:41:55 +0000

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And I will admit it! It made me cry!

Awesome song...

absolutelyshameless — Fri, 06 Jun 2008 02:51:15 +0000

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When you can't fool the kids anymore!

absolutelyshameless — Thu, 15 May 2008 21:26:59 +0000

The only way to pull off a Sunday afternoon quickie with their 8 year old son in
the apartment was to send him out on the balcony with a Popsicle and tell him
to report on all the neighborhood activities.

He began his commentary as his parents put their plan into operation:
'There's a car being towed from the parking lot', he shouted.
A few moments passed ... 'An ambulance just drove by'
A few moments later,' Looks like the Anderson's have company', he called out.
'Matt's riding a new bike.....'
A few moments later, 'Looks like the Sanders are moving'
'Jason is on his skate board....'
A few more moments, 'The Coopers are having sex!!'
Startled, his Mother and Dad shot up in bed! Dad cautiously called out, 'How do
you know they are having sex ?'

'Jimmy Cooper is standing on his balcony with a Popsicle too.'

Soundtrack of my heart - Hair metal style....

absolutelyshameless — Wed, 14 May 2008 05:01:33 +0000

And I could go on and on.... but I think you get the point!

EXTREME

absolutelyshameless — Mon, 12 May 2008 20:12:09 +0000

Mexican Words of the day

absolutelyshameless — Fri, 09 May 2008 22:00:18 +0000

This was sent to me by a friend. It is not intended to offend anyone so find the humor in it damnit!

MEXICAN WORD OF THE DAY: MUSHROOM
Orale vato, when all my familia gets in the car, there's not mushroom.

MEXICAN WORD OF THE DAY: WATER

My vieja gets mad and I don't even know water problem is!

MEXICAN WORD OF THE DAY: BRIEF

My Homie farted gacho, bad, and I couldn't brief.

MEXICAN WORD OF THE DAY: SHOULDER

My Tia wanted 2 become a citizen but she didn't know how to read so I shoulder.

MEXICAN WORD OF THE DAY: TEXAS

My ruca always Texas me when I'm not home, she wants to know where I'm at!

MEXICAN WORD OF THE DAY: PEACE & HERPES

Me and my ruca each own a gun. I got mine peace and she got herpes.

MEXICAN WORD OF THE DAY: RECTUM

I had 2 nice cars but my wife rectum!

MEXICAN WORD OF THE DAY: JUAREZ

One day my vieja slapped me and I said Juarez your problem?"

MEXICAN WORD OF THE DAY: TISSUE

My viejita wanted to learn how 2 drive, I said let me tissue.

MEXICAN WORD OF THE DAY: CHAIR

I was eating candy, my hermanito wanted some, my mom said; "Mira Cabron u better Chair"

MEXICAN WORD OF THE DAY: HORCHATA

I told this vato 2 either do something about it horchata hell up.

MEXICAN WORD OF THE DAY: CHILE

I asked my Mom if I could go to da movies friends, and chile me go!

MEXICAN WORD OF THE DAY: LIVER & CHEESE

Some Vato tried to sweet talk my Ruca. I told him; "Orale Loco Liver Alone Cheese Mine."

MEXICAN WORD OF THE DAY: CHICKEN

My vieja wanted me to go to the store to buy tortillas, but chicken go herself.

MEXICAN WORD OF THE DAY: JULY

You told me you were going to tha store and Ju-ly to me! JU-LY-ER!

MEXICAN WORDS OF THE DAY: PICK, SPAN & LUSH

Yes, I am bilingual, I can pick span lush.

Whadu-utank?????

Let's fall in love... the return of a serious note

absolutelyshameless — Sun, 04 May 2008 02:49:41 +0000

Yeah I haven't written a serious blog in a little while, but hey I go on phases. One minute I am telling people to kiss my lily white ass next making with the love or teasing my friends on here. Hey I am a girl of many faces and always have been. I don't think that will change much as long as I live. At least I hope that it doesn't change. Right now I am listening to of all things Will Smith, he's catchy what can I say. I'll probably be listening to Manson next. I don't have a rhyme or reason to music tonight just grabbing and listening to whatever my fingers lead me to while I am writting tonight. Maybe a bit of multitasking involved.

So what exactly caused me to write this blog? Well a ton of things really. Mostly though it is the constant color of the conversations that I have. Relationships. It really got me thinking about the phrase "We're just friends." What the hell does that mean anyway? We are just friends? Does that imply that you wouldn't sleep with said friend? Wouldn't have a fantasy about them? That you talk about life and the meaning of it, but can't talk about something fun and flirty?

Okay so my mind might be a little bit in the gutter about things at the moment by what you read in the paragraph above, but seriously what the hell does it mean? Take a moment and think about that particular sentence while I am searching for the next song to beebop to in my seat here.

Okay it went to Las Ketchup. If you don't know I am not going to even explain. Haha. I guess I am in an upbeat mood and want something to tap my foot and bop my head to and not bang it to. Surely most of you would be laughing your ass off if you heard the sound track going on. So did you remember the question and did you think about it after listening to me ramble? ;-) The question was.. What does "We are just friends." mean?

I have a few theories on it myself. One of them and probably the main reason that we all use it... Ready? We are trying not to offend someone who might possibly think there might be more there than there really is. How often have you been accused of wanting more from a friend?

And moving on to Zombie... Okay so there is a bit of banging in me. ::waggles the brows::

Friendship is never an innocent thing. We all move into friendships with some kind of intention. Good, bad, naughty, or simply tame. I usually end up with friends with people because of the open friendship that I offer. Hand out if you will that I'll do anything for them including being honest when they usually don't want to hear it. I tend to be the one that makes good friends. The funny thing about it is that it was rarely that those people got to see me.

Since I came to Trig those I've chosen to talk to offline it is a lot more of me that they have really gotten to see than most of the friends I have in the real world. They don't get the censored version of me.

I also have this belief that friends can love each other. No I am not talking the generic version of "Oh I love you kiss kiss pookie wookie schnookum bear" kind of shit. I am talking real love. When you make connections with people it is not some random bullshit. If you truly take the step to be a friend with someone you have taken that chance in your heart to let them into your life. Open to hurt you as well as heal you.

Sounds a little corny doesn't it? Call me a fucking romantic then. Love makes the world go around baby and love is all around you. In all of it's many good forms as well as it's destructive forces. Sometimes the two of them paired together so intricately that you can't see which is which. Some people might call that burning the candle at both ends. Burn me baby because I have always enjoyed the rush of tempting the darker side of something good.

Can you say that there is not love between you and your true friends? A bond that it is as unmistakable as the beat of a heart? Whether you are aware of it or not those that you draw into you help with the rhythm that flows between you. The tide of a conversation, the thrum of the mood when you go out, and right down to those quiet moments that don't seem to mean anything.

So think about it again. What does "We are just friends." mean to you? Fall in love with your friends. Throw it all to the wind on how much you are going to fall in love. Love is not just for lovers. It is for any and all that are ready to take it and fill up and let your cup overflow with it and pass that spill to the next friend that you make.

Mua! Thanks to those who stayed with this and were able to read let alone understand any of it. Thank you as well to those friends that I have reached out to here and am learning to love.

This blog brought to you by the music of:
Will Smith
Las Ketchup
Cake
Rob Zombie
Crazy Frog
Disturbed
Stabbing Westward
Pink
Linkin Park

And a little goodie to add in.

Baby Sings Hey Jude

absolutelyshameless — Wed, 30 Apr 2008 17:31:26 +0000

korean baby singing hey jude

New Classes For Men!

absolutelyshameless — Wed, 30 Apr 2008 02:24:14 +0000

Spring Classes for Men

@ the
ADULT LEARNING CENTER
BLACKHAWK COLLEGE

REGISTRATION MUST BE COMPLETED

by Monday, April 22, 2008

NOTE: DUE TO THE COMPLEXITY AND DIFFICULTY LEVEL
OF THEIR CONTENTS, CLASS SIZES WILL BE LIMITED TO 8 PARTICIPANTS MAXIMUM

Class 1
How To Fill Up The Ice Cube Trays--Step by Step, with Slide Presentation.
Meets 4 weeks, Monday and Wednesday for 2 hours beginning at 7:00 PM.
Class 2
The Toilet Paper Roll--Does It Change Itself?
Round Table Discussion.
Meets 2 weeks, Saturday 12:00 for 2 hours. Class 3
Is It Possible To Urinate Using The Technique Of Lifting The Seat and Avoiding The Floor, Walls and Nearby Bathtub?--Group Practice.
Meets 4 weeks, Saturday 10:00 PM for 2 hours. Class 4
Fundamental Differences Between The Laundry Hamper and The Floor--Pictures and Explanatory Graphics.
Meets Saturdays at 2:00 PM for 3 weeks.  Class 5
Dinner Dishes--Can They Levitate and Fly Into The Kitchen Sink?
Examples on Video.
Meets 4 weeks, Tuesday and Thursday for 2 hours beginning
at 7:00 PM Class 6
Loss Of Identity--Losing The Remote To Your Significant Other.
Help Line Support and Support Groups.
Meets 4 Weeks, Friday and Sunday 7:00 PM Class 7
Learning How To Find Things--Starting With Looking In The Right Places And Not Turning The House Upside Down While Screaming.
Open Forum
Monday at 8:00 PM, 2 hours. Class 8
Health Watch--Bringing Her Flowers Is Not Harmful To Your Health.
Graphics and Audio Tapes.
Three nights; Monday, Wednesday, Friday at 7:00 PM for 2 hours. Class 9
Real Men Ask For Directions When Lost--Real Life Testimonials.
Tuesdays at 6:00 PM Location to be determinedClass 10
Is It Genetically Impossible To Sit Quietly While She Parallel Parks?
Driving Simulations.
4 weeks, Saturday's noon, 2 ho urs. Class 11
Learning to Live--Basic Differences Between Mother and Wife.
Online Classes and role-playing
Tuesdays at 7:00 PM, location to be determined Class 12
How to be the Ideal Shopping Companion
Relaxation Exercises, Meditation and Breathing Techniques.
Meets 4 weeks, Tuesday and Thursday for 2 hours beginning at 7:00 PM. Class 13
How to Fight Cerebral Atrophy--Remembering Birthdays, Anniversaries and Other Important Dates and Calling When You're Going To Be Late.
Cerebral Shock Therapy Sessions and Full Lobotomies Offered.
Three nights; Monday, Wednesday, Friday at 7:00 PM for 2 hours.Class 14
The Stove/Oven--What It Is and How It Is Used.
Live Demonstration.
Tuesdays at 6:00 PM, location to be determined.   Upon completion of any of the above courses, diplomas will be issued to the survivors.

Miley Cyrus, I can't wait to see you HAHAHA

absolutelyshameless — Sat, 26 Apr 2008 20:26:39 +0000

Oh this cracked me up. Friggen brilliant!

David Ford "Go to Hell" (2008)

absolutelyshameless — Sat, 26 Apr 2008 17:39:42 +0000

TARZAN!

absolutelyshameless — Wed, 23 Apr 2008 03:29:23 +0000

Another must watch!

Richard Simmons!

absolutelyshameless — Wed, 23 Apr 2008 02:01:22 +0000

You must watch this video.

The Brothel

absolutelyshameless — Mon, 21 Apr 2008 21:59:31 +0000

The madam opened the brothel door and saw a rather dignified, well-dressed, good-looking man in his late forties or early fifties.

"May I help you?" she asked.

"I want to see Valerie," the man replied.

"Sir, Valerie is one of our most expensive ladies. Perhaps you would prefer some one else," said the madam.

"No. I must see Valerie," he replied.

Just then, Valerie appeared and announced to the man that she charged $5,000 a visit.

Without hesitation, the man pulled out five thousand dollars and gave them to Valerie, and they went upstairs.

After an hour, the man calmly left.

The next night, the same man appeared again, once more demanding to see Valerie. Valerie explained that noone had ever come back two nights in a row -- too expensive -- and there were no discounts. The price was still $5,000.

Again the man pulled out the money, gave it to Valerie, and they went upstairs.

After an hour, he left.

The following night the man was there yet again. Everyone was astounded that he had come for a third consecutive night, but he paid Valerie and they went upstairs.

After their session, Valerie questioned the man. "No one has ever been with me three nights in a row. Where are you from?" she asked.

The man replied, " South Carolina ."

"Really" she said. "I have family in South Carolina "

"I know," the man said. "Your father died, and I am your sister's attorney. She asked me to give you your $15,000 inheritance."

The moral of the story is that three things in life are certain

1. Death

2. Taxes

3. Being screwed by a lawyer

History Lesson

absolutelyshameless — Mon, 14 Apr 2008 17:22:23 +0000

Most people don't know that back in 1912, Hellmann's mayonnaise was
manufactured in England. In fact, the Titanic was carrying 12,000 jars
of the condiment scheduled for delivery in Vera Cruz, Mexico, which was
to be the next port of call for the great ship after its stop in New
York.

This would have been the largest single shipment of mayonnaise ever
delivered to Mexico. But as we know, the great ship did not make it to
New York. The ship hit an iceberg and sank, and the cargo was forever
lost.

The people of Mexico, who were crazy about mayonnaise, and were eagerly
awaiting its delivery, were disconsolate at the loss. Their anguish was
so great, that they declared a National Day of mourning, which they
still observe to this day.

The National Day of Mourning occurs each year on May 5th and is known,
of course, as Sinko de Mayo.