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Well, kiss my grits.
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Well, kiss my grits. Feeling a little nostalgic today, for some reason. What's up with that? I've been hopelessly addicted to the show "Shameless", literally binge-watching 2 to 3 episodes at a time since I discovered it last weekend. It's like a train wreck you just can't pull your eyes away from! The part that bothers me is how much of it reminds me of different moments and memories in my life. Granted, I didn't grow up in a slum of Chicago, but I had a father that was a lot like Frank. Alcoholic, never kept a regular job, but his one redeeming quality was the fact that he checked out of my life when I was nine and never really checked back in. My mother was a Monica. Addicted to pain pills for as long as I can remember, she worked the system and lived off welfare her entire life. When I was 18 I had to take her to the emergency room to get her stomach pumped after nearly overdosing, it was the third time she'd done this. I wish I could say it was the last, but it wouldn't work out that way. I lost her 3 years ago to an overdose, she fell asleep and never woke up. Two of my had never met her, my third barely remembered her. Very few people know this, about me. Somehow, I've managed to keep a lot of my past a closely guarded secret. It helps that my family isn't close, nobody to pop in and burst that bubble. Every once in a while, when I'm feeling talkative, I'll tell a tale to a coworker or friend, and I usually get the same response. In the words of my coworker yesterday, "I love your stories. It's hard to believe that stuff actually happened!" Sometimes it's hard for me to believe that stuff actually happened. |
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A lot of the bloggers who frequented my blog then are no more.... Profiles long since abandoned and deleted. My original profile was created in 2009, I blogged then as well. When I met and started seeing the hippie regularly, I abandoned my blog and it went inactive, then deleted by Senior Sizzle. I started writing again the first time I stopped seeing him. He had become my outlet to talk, release my thoughts and emotions. Without him, it all remained pent up inside me. The blog helps, but I do miss having someone to talk to.
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thanks for sharing this one I can't believe that no one has commented on it although, it is 3 1/2 years old was this your first post sometimes, when I tell people pieces of my life story I'm amazed of the things that have happened I tell people that we all have larger closets than we think we have you had your mom around for a long time my dad passed when I was 8 that was a traumatic experience for me it is an interesting planet that we live on funny how movies or tv series can have an impact on our lives many things are made up, but others are as real as the movie we are watching I watched "Breaking Bad" a few years ago once, I got introduced to it, I had to binge watch to catch up none of the characters did what I did, but, I loved how they developed them and, call me sappy, but, you got attached to some along the way, and that's where it gets dicey, because it doesn't end well for most characters kind of like "GOT", OMG, the first time I watched the series I stopped after "The Red Wedding", it took me awhile to reset and come back to watch it, and then start reading the books have a great week! Neely - "Kiss My Grits" Shades on, cruisin’ down broadway, Kiss shirt and cowboy hat Gold cross, swinging from a long chain, black boots and barbwire tat Huge rims on my jacked up Bronco, four twelves bumpin’ Snoop Dog, that’s how I roll If you’ve got a problem with it… You can kiss my grits, and slap your Mama I’m a redneck Balla' from down in the Holla' Like Kid Rock, a little Tu-pac and some Merle every now and then If you don’t like the kind of country I am… You can kiss my grits To leave private messages, please use my confidential mailbox at my blog: Good luck!!! 
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