You are talking alot…

When I was young, my Uncle Gill used to call me Chatterbox. Apparently nothing has changed… Thanks for listening, each and every one of you, I am amazed how much this has become a part of my life. Happy Posting peeps~xoxox

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The Mean Old Lady…continued

Well it looks like Mrs. California the crazy bitch is not going to go away easily. She called on one of my days off. My bosses weren’t there that day, so my friend Linda apparently got the brunt of her pleasantness. She then went and told Barb, who I also work with. Let me make […]

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The doll in the yard…

When I was about 6 years old, we lived on a piece of property, that was on the bottom of the property that my parents once again live on. Get it? Make sense? Let me explain. My parents and my brother and I had a small lovely little house on Henry Road, at the time […]

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