Thanks for stopping by everyone!!


I guess that's one major difference between guys and gals. Us guys call each other names and it's a bonding thing.
See, the thing is - she's more like a guy than a chick. If money were no object she'd changes sexes without heistation. So knowing her - she thought it was doing the bonding thing. No excuse but that's how she thinks.
So how many cavities? c'mon, fess up! *taps foot on floor*
I'm so ashamed... so many that he didn't given me an exact number. So many that they made me watch a video on how to floss. I brush like a champion, twice a day like a prayer ritual. No build up
at all, they were so impressed.. but I never ever floss because.. well I hate flossing!
Guess I'm going to have to do it anyway. Stupid flossing.
Hey Pequin, I'm new to this site. Took me a week to go from page 1 to the present. You are Funny,Witty and Inspirational. Keep up the good work! Down here in San Antonio, we have a saying about a person like you "Chiquita Pero Picosa". Which also describes a chile Pequin. Keep your head up,when you walk. Remember that song "I Am Woman,Hear Me Roar"! You are that Woman. Bueno Bye!
Holy Moly RD - you read the whole thing?? Wwooww

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Welcome to the site! I'm glad my incessant babbling is good for something. I hope "Chiquita Pero Picosa" is a good thing..lol. Yes I'm learning to walk with my head up - I have no reason to be shy because if someone doesn't like me, thats fine... on with my life. It didn't click in my head till I came on here and started reading about all these strong people. Talking to a good friend from this site gave me courage to actually live by that thought. I really should thank him for that - not sure he even knows he's made that big of an impact.
Just got back from trying to take the dog out. It was a bit of an ordeal.
I get up early, get dressed and head out there. It's raining - yay (another happy walk for Amy!) They live in the country so its a bit of a drive - not too bad though. I get there and my dag-blamed key doesn't work. So I have to drive to the opposite end of town to get a key from my dad at work and then drive all the way back.
I get there and the dog doesn't want do go potty cause it's raining. I get her about 6 feet from the door and she just stares out like "you expect me to go pee in that?? woman you are bat shit crazy" so I try to push her out and she snaps at me. Oook, as I'm leaving I figure out why - she went on the rug. Great. So I clean that up & leave.
And then as I'm driving back home - i see a rock on the road... a big big rock. And there's on coming traffic. It doesn't look that bad so I just slow down and go over it between the tires.. er. No - the rock had different ideas. It lodges under my freakin' car. Thankfully a kind hillbilly with no teeth and a slight boozy smell helped a girl out. My car is fine but I think I jacked up my oil pan so I'll have to check that before I go anywhere else today.
Ok - I'm off for my walk y'all. Be back to make my rounds later! Toodles!!


