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| November 17, 2018 Mary Margaret De Shon One Voice |
10 Steps Ahead NLP: I'm going to teach you to be able to take my job. MMM: If I take your job, what will you do? NLP: (smiling, winking & puffing on his pipe) I'll always be 10 steps ahead. |
| July 25, 2017 Mary Margaret De Shon One Voice |
Die with
Dignity, my Ass - What Bullshit Elisabeth Kübler-Ross, what a vile despicable excuse for a human. Look up the word "EVIL" and you should see a picture of this murderous, globalist, cunt, Elisabeth Kübler-Ross. Thank GOD she is dead. My prayer is that she is rotting in Hell where she belongs. Just remember this... no human is God. No human has the right to decide if another should live or die and least of all not this fucking bitch. Research these murders & ghouls: North Kansas City Hospital, NorthCare Hospice, James Stoddard, D.O. and Jody Gyulay, R.N. Keep your family as far away from Hospice and these murders as you can. Rest in paradise, Mom. Had I only known what these fuckers were doing to you. Had I only known. There is no statute of limitations on murder. I'll will ensure all of you are prosecuted for murder, if it's the last thing I ever do. Count on it. It's a promise. And then, what they did to Dad. There is a very special place in Hell for these evil people. God Bless Charlie Gard. |
| July 21, 2017 Mary Margaret De Shon One Voice |
Deano & the Best Party Ever! My bathtub was full of ice, beer, pop, wine and other booze. My kitchen table was covered in appetizers, sandwiches, munchies, dips and other food. There were about 60 people in my house. My street was lined in cars. It was in the summer of 1980 when people smoked in your house and you didn't think twice about it. Somebody let their cigarette burn all the way through to the wood on my coffee table. Someone else sat on my coffee table Indian style with her Dr. Shoal's wooden shoes on and the metal buckle badly scratched the top of my coffee table. It's like people lose all sense of intelligence at a party. Who lays a burning cig on a coffee table or sits on your coffee table with their shoes on? Then there are those who can turn a party into an awesome memorable event. Enter my cousin, Larry Dean who is always so much fun to be around and the one that turned my party of high school friends, business clients & colleagues... into a great event. Clearly, one of my most favorite people in the world. He had only drank one beer and has never smoked; but he had recently seen the Steve Martin movie, "The Jerk", as all the rest of us had. It came out in mid December 1979. He had to get up early the next day and he and his future wife, Gail were heading home, when he turned into Steve Martin. Funniest thing I had seen in a long time. As he's leaving, I asked him if he got his Blue Magic from my basement. He runs downstairs to get it, comes back upstairs and proceeds towards my front door when we all get this... All I need in life is my Blue Magic. That's all I need in life. Everybody busts out laughing exclaiming how funny "The Jerk" was. As he walks past an empty ashtray, he scoops it up and we hear, "All I need in life is this ashtray and my Blue Magic. That's all I need in life." The crowd explodes laughing and my cousin goes into full Steve Martin mode. He's shuffling his feet, heading out the front door, turns and unplugs one of my lamps and we hear, "All I need in life is this ashtray, this lamp and my Blue Magic. That's all I need in life." By this time the crowd is in anticipation of what he's going to pick up next as Gail is patiently trying to get out the front door. Dean disappears into the bathroom, he reappears with a dripping bottle of rum and says... All I need in life is this ashtray, this lamp, this bottle of rum and my Blue Magic. That's all I need in life. Gail scolds, "Larry! Come on!" I can't stop laughing. Dean feeds off my laughter and keeps the comedy coming. That was before he spied my remote control. All I need in life is this ashtray, this lamp, this bottle of rum, this remote control and my Blue Magic. That's all I need in life. All I need in life is this ashtray, this lamp, this bottle of rum, this remote control, this lighter and my Blue Magic. That's all I need in life. All I need in life is this ashtray, this lamp, this bottle of rum, this remote control, this lighter, this chair and my Blue Magic. That's all I need in life. When he unplugged my lamp, the cord was dangling down his leg and the cold bottle of rum was dripping on my carpet and on his shirt. He was still mumbling, clanking my folding chair against the woodwork, shuffling in baby steps like a old person and hysterically laughing as Gail finally pulled him out the front door, onto the front porch and into their car. Besides all my stuff, at least he got his Blue Magic for his water bed. He had recently moved and some of his stuff that I had been storing in my basement for him, was still at my house. That was the best party I ever had thanks to Deano, Steve Martin, the movie, "The Jerk" and a living room full of laughing friends. He brought my stuff back the next day and we laughed again. He was quazy fun! |
| July 9, 2017 Mary Margaret De Shon One Voice |
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November 12, 2016 Mary Margaret De Shon One Voice |
Godspeed, President-Elect Donald Trump The silent majority has spoken and stands beside you. |
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September 24, 2016 Mary Margaret De Shon One Voice |
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September 16, 2016 Mary Margaret De Shon One Voice |
Shepard Smith Has An Angry Bee Up His Arrogant Ass Fair & Balanced? That's a joke! Gotta say, I can't stop chuckling as I watch Shepard Smith of Fox News flip out. He's certainly got an angry bee up his ass talking about how Donald Trump one upped the main stream media this morning. Too funny! You can bet your sweet ass that they got played. http://www.breitbart.com/2016-presidential-race/2016/09/16/got-played-cnn-reacts-trump-birther-troll/ Shepard Smith didn't even mention that today is National POW / MIA Recognition Day, all of the U.S. Generals supporting Donald Trump or all of the Veterans in the audience. He was too busy bitching about Trump and the "birther" controversy and worrying about giving equal time to the racists Black Caucus supporters; to even notice that General Flynn asked attendees of the press conference to give a moment of silence in recognition of the POW / MIA. Not even on "This Day In History" did good buddy Shep mention these war heros. https://www.whitehouse.gov/the-press-office/2016/09/15/proclamation-national-powmia-recognition-day-2016 Watch the video: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=fVR0mxEgQU8 Now, read this article. Maybe Shepard Smith needs to do his freaking homework before shooting off his big mouth and getting his panties in a wad! Fair & Balanced MY ASS! http://www.breitbart.com/big-government/2016/09/16/hillary-clinton-campaign-manager-admits-birtherism-started/ AND this: http://www.breitbart.com/big-journalism/2016/09/16/hillary-clinton-adviser-sid-blumenthal-spread-birther-story-editor/ |
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August 31, 2016 Mary Margaret De Shon One Voice |
Close Your Eyes, Listen & Just Breathe
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August 30, 2016 Mary Margaret De Shon One Voice |
Hillary Clinton's Hair Does Hillary Clinton ever wash her hair? She looks so greasy. Just say'n. Don't get me started on her clothes. |
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August 30, 2016 Mary Margaret De Shon One Voice |
The Herringbone Necklace
After Mom died, in the spring of 2007; this necklace was returned to me in this condition with damned near everything else I had ever bought for her, her husband, and my nephews. Birthday gifts, Christmas gifts, Easter gifts, Vacation gifts, and dozens of things I gave them throughout the course of life. However, this was the only thing that had a nasty little history. She kept all of the super expensive gifts; like a telescope, KitchenAid 6qt mixer, big upright Freezer, a bunch of DeWalt tools, etc. It was pretty sad, going through the boxes of things. The thrift store really made a killing on all the new Disney sweatshirts and expensive toys that were returned. I guess the laugh was on Julie. I sold this cut up necklace for scrap for FOUR (4) times what I paid for it. Gold was high and I just laughed all the way to the bank at how incredibly ignorant my sister was. She sent me a clear message of her hatred for me (like that's anything new); but what a complete fool she was to return sellable 14ct gold. Keeping it, even for the money wouldn't have achieved her sad desired result to show me her uncontrolled complete hatred. She sure showed me. ROF LOL Hey, here's an idea, Ju Ju... return everything else including all the money! Really show me! :) |
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August 26, 2016 Mary Margaret De Shon One Voice |
Voter Fraud, Biased Media, Corrupt
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August 25, 2016 Mary Margaret De Shon One Voice |
Racists I was working as a Business & Systems Consultant in the IT Department at Kansas City, Missouri City Hall looking for cost savings, process improvement opportunities and fraud. I worked primarily with the Assistant IT Director, Gail Roper. My phone rang and it was one of my other business acquaintances, Patty Greathouse. I originally hired her for a client and we became long term friends. She asked if I wanted to meet for lunch. I told her that I had already made lunch plans with Gail. I invited her to join us at Chappell's in North Kansas City, Missouri. Chappell's was within walking distance of where Patty worked. She agreed to meet us. I had spoken a lot about Gail to Patty and vice versa. All three of us had a nice lunch, good conversation and went back to work afterwards. A little later, my phone rang again and it was Patty. She quizzed me, "Why didn't you tell me Gail was black?" I said, "Does it matter?" Patty hesitated and said, "Well... no... I guess not." I said, "Then what does it matter"? She said, "Well, all of my other friends would have told me. I just assumed you would, too." I couldn't believe it. I said, "Is this the only reason you called?" She said, "Yes. I was just wondering why you wouldn't tell me." I said, "I wouldn't have even thought about it. I work with men, women, all races & nationalities, all religions, etc. We all work together. I never would have given it a second thought. I didn't know it mattered to you." She said, "Well, like I say, my other friends would have told me." I felt like I was getting a reprimand. For the record, yes; Gail is a educated business professional with an impressive resume who I enjoyed working with and she is a black single parent who has succeeded in business. Patty is a married white uneducated Italian whose resume when I hired her consisted of seating people at her cousin's BBQ joint. I'm a white business professional with a great resume, two years of college and at the time was self employed. What the hell difference does it make? It's lunch! For years, I've been amazed that it was such a big deal that a special phone call was made to question me about my judgment in not telling her ahead of time or pre-warning her that Gail was black. I mean... for Christ's sake... it was lunch... one hour... sitting with a stranger eating a club sandwich at a local restaurant. Gail didn't critique Patty before we left or after we came back. It didn't occur to Gail, any more than it did to me. I always wondered if Patty wouldn't have come had she known Gail was black. Why in the world would she need to know ahead of time? Why was it so important for a special phone call? Seriously? I grew up going to all white public schools and pretty much in an all white community north of the river in Kansas City, Missouri. Patty grew up in an Italian neighborhood, by the City Market, south of the river and went to Catholic schools. I don't know how Gail grew up. But when you enter the business world or go to college; things change and your life expands. I learned a lot from Patty and her family about the Italian community and traditions (good & bad). I learned a lot from this gay guy I know and his friends, about their traditions and life style. Over the years, I've had the opportunity to travel and work with all kinds of people. Nobody thinks much about it. We all just have a project to complete and we all work cohesively together. End of story. When it's lunch time, we all go together to eat. When somebody is sick, we all pick up the extra work and keep going. Through the course of the week, we rush to airports to catch flights together, go for dinner or drinks together, sit in boring meetings together, laugh at each other's jokes together, train each other, share in birthday parties & holiday events, etc. Patty has always referred to me as a "peckerwood" i.e.; a non-Italian i.e.; "white trash". I never gave the teasing much thought. One day I made the mistake of saying that I was white and she was Italian. She erupted with, "My skin is as white as yours." I apologized. I don't remember the context of the entire conversation, but in one instance we are equals based on skin color; but in the next I'm beneath her as "white trash". Double standards. She has never apologized. The most I've learned in life came after Mom & Dad died and I ended up homeless. I've been exposed to drug addicts, alcoholics, other homeless including veterans, the hateful side of people, how shallow people are, how ruthless and greedy they are, etc. Before that, I had the unpleasant opportunities to see corrupt politicians and media up close and personal. At least I've learned that everything is an opportunity to learn. |
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August 20, 2016 Mary Margaret De Shon One Voice |
Tick Tock
A modification of Jerry Falwell, Jr.'s comment this morning, "Never give up, in a world that is hostile to your values." That can be applied in so many ways. |
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August 9, 2016 Mary Margaret De Shon One Voice |
The Grapevine I'm always amazed when people create a grapevine of drama. Yesterday, I'm trying to watch Donald Trump give a speech, minding my own business; and my life gets disrupted by the grapevine. It almost became comical. That kind of grapevine bullshit totally pisses me off. Ruth wants my mom's high school books. I haven't talked to Ruth since last year when she created her first grapevine of drama. Last year, Ruth contacted my Mom's youngest brother, Uncle Red, who contacted his son, who contacted my sister, who was instructed to call my uncle. Donna called Uncle Red, who said he wanted me to give Mom's high school books to this lady named Ruth. After I came down from a rolling boil to a mild simmer, I went to the internet, got Ruth's phone number and called her directly. Point A to Point B without the need for three other people getting involved. I had already been subject to Mom's youngest sister, Aunt Carol to "Give them books to them girls that does them reunions." That's a post further down the scroll bar. I said, "No!" Yesterday, I got an email from my sister with the subject line, "Here we go again". Ruth contacted Mom's older sister, Aunt Betty, who didn't want to talk to any of us, so she had my cousin, Debbie contact my sister who contacted me giving me Ruth's phone number. Phew... that's exhausting. So again, three people got pulled into a conversation that should have been between Ruth & I. I know Ruth is old. I know she is not on the internet. I know Ruth does not have email. Clearly from our conversation last year, Ruth didn't keep my phone number when I called her. After talking to her last year, I had hoped I could try to bring Mom's books to their reunion. Over a year, things change. I've moved. The books are buried in storage and there is no way in 100º weather that I want to drive an hour away, dig 9 big heavy books out of storage or drag them to a reunion of only about 30 people. My biggest fear was that they would all walk out with a book and my pledge to my mom would be broken. What I've been doing is to create a website where I'm putting all the pictures. I've also been working with the Northwestern Missouri Genealogy Society to ensure they all have copies of each of the photos. It's like... good God, please just drop it. |
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August 7, 2016 Mary Margaret De Shon One Voice |
My First Love: Paul Robert
Miller, II One day in 2010 on Facebook, Paul posted on my wall that I was the first girl he had ever slept with. I protested and said, "We never slept together." He said, "Oh, but you're wrong. Miss Berry's kindergarten class, by the cloak room on our rubber mats during nap time. We were five." I started laughing and said, "Yep! You're right." Then we argued about what color my rubber mat was. Paul said mine was gray. I said it was red. His was gray. Mine was red. (smiley face)
I'm seated. The 4th from the left. Paul is on the floor sitting on the number 14. We were each other's first love. This is Lakewood Elementary School, Kansas City, Missouri 64119. Miss Berry's kindergarten class. Class of 1971. School Year: 1957 - 1958 I was only 4 when we started kindergarten. Paul was 5. We went all through school together. As adults we drifted apart. One day in March of 2010, he found me and we talked for 6 hours glued to our conversation. We communicated frequently after that. One day, his little sister, Kim contacted me to tell me Paul had passed. He knew he was sick and knew he didn't have much time; but he didn't let on. He just told me how I was his first love and how he loved me all through school, even with us both dating other people. He shared so many stories and we had deep conversations. There was a lot he wanted to know and a lot he wanted to share. He made everything right... everything make sense... after all those years of not being in touch. He answered all my questions honestly. He was so filled with love. I love you, Paul! I won't forget you... ever! Rest in Paradise, honey... until one day when I can meet up with you and take a nap on a red rubber mat. We'll giggle, whisper and share stories just like we used to. You can have my milk. Love doesn't end with death.
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August 2, 2016 Mary Margaret De Shon One Voice |
Who Cares What Obama Thinks? Breaking News! Who the flying fuck gives a shit what that idiot in the White House thinks?
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August 1, 2016 Mary Margaret De Shon One Voice |
Tregaye Fraser? Are you freaking
kidding me? Gag! Well, sorry folks, but last night when Giada De Larentiis & Bobby Flay eliminated Damiano; I shut TV off. I was shocked. I couldn't stand the thought of either Tregaye or the other dufus, Jernard winning. After reading all the reviews and outrage by other viewers, I guess I wasn't the only other one who was shocked. What the Hell has happened to Food Network? No wonder we no longer see "real" stars. |
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July 31, 2016 Mary Margaret De Shon One Voice |
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Token Muslim Yes, Mr. Trump. You do have the right to defend yourself from anyone attacking you. I listened to Mr. Kahn’s words, but took them as words of grief that should be expressed in private instead of on stage in front of millions. When people express themselves in front of millions, I questions their motives. Kahn's demeanor, his tone... were all filled with hatred and lashing out. If Kahn really wanted to bitch, why did he wait all these years? The real tragedy is in ALL the lives lost in these wars. But as Hillary Clinton said, “What difference does it make?” It makes a lot of difference to the MANY families who have lost loved ones, not just this 1 token. More important to understand, is that it makes an even bigger difference to Hillary Clinton to use this Gold Star pawn. Such a difference that she scours through military records desperate to find a “token” to use in her campaign. She didn't care about the others who died serving their county. She needed a Muslim. Not just any Muslim, either. She needed a Muslim who died in the Army. A token! If she would have needed another race or religion... she would have scoured through the records looking for whatever token she needs to exploit. Does she care about U.S. Army Capt. Humayun Khan? Heavens no! He wasn’t the only soldier that has died serving his country. Where is the list of all the rest? Where are their families? Why aren’t they on stage? The meanness is not in Donald Trump defending himself. The meanness is in Hillary Clinton and her political team making Mr. & Mrs. Khan into “the classic token”… the “Muslim Token”; and using them for Hillary’s own purposes. So classic establishment! For years the establishment has made tokens out of members of other races and religions. It’s a sad thing to watch someone with a broken heart being used by a lying politician especially one in the ugliest pantsuits anyone has ever seen. It’s Hillary Rotten to the Bone Clinton and how she treats the people of the world. Peace to All. |
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July 30, 2016 Mary Margaret De Shon One Voice |
FoodNetwork Shows - Keep or Nix?
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July 28, 2016 Mary Margaret De Shon One Voice |
When Opportunities Arise x2 To Patricia Ann Musso-Greathouse... Let me remind you of another instance of the lack of "success" of your less than perfect life and you doing a physical count of those that love you. You are still whining after all these years of how much your sister and mother hurt your feelings when they moved out of your precious, perfect house (or so you think it is). Your mom put MARY first. Your mom chose MARY over you and they all moved out and lived happily together. Think about it! You stated that my situation was all my own fault. Take your comment and apply it to yourself. Your Mom & Mary moved out because of YOU. Learn from it. Shit happens to everybody. You don't fucking walk on water. |
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July 28, 2016 Mary Margaret De Shon One Voice |
When Opportunities Arise x1 To Patricia Ann Musso-Greathouse... When you said something completely evil and unexpected, I was shocked. I have to say, I'm amazed at how great opportunities pop into my head to return the favor and show you that you're not as perfect as you think yourself to be.
My Dad honored each of his three daughters by walking each of us down the aisle the day of our weddings. Plus, he honored us with the first dance at our wedding receptions and he teared up when he gave each of us away. I'll be the first to say that Dad didn't like to dance, but he made an exception for each of us girls. He put us FIRST. He paid all expenses for our weddings and enjoyed watching us open the many gifts and cards we received. Your dad, Patty Greathouse REFUSED to walk you down the aisle or to even show up for your wedding. He didn't love you enough to put you first. He put himself first. Not you! You spoke many times about how much your dad's refusal to attend your wedding, hurt you. Lesson: When you go counting those that love you as your determination of the overall value & success of your life; you need to count everyone over a lifetime, not at any one moment in time in your feeble attempt to try to make yourself look better than me. You sunk to a new low to ask me how many people love me and stated that my count was "pathetic", thinking I have never had anyone who loved me. So, I remind you... where was your precious dad the day of your wedding? He didn't love you enough. |
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July 17, 2016 Mary Margaret De Shon One Voice |
1/2 Full or 1/2 Empty I look at everything with infinite hope and possibility. Even when things look hopeless and there is no possible way... keep faith and try. |
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June 30, 2016 Mary Margaret De Shon One Voice |
When It's Finder's Keeper's, Loser's
Weepers and When It's Not! How hard would you fight for what is yours? I was thinking about a couple of incidents that happened to my older sister several years ago. I don't remember all the specifics, but they went something like this...
The woman who grabbed Donna's cash said it was just money lost on the floor and was determined to keep it. They bickered back and forth. I don't remember the amount or how far the incident escalated. I'll have to ask, Donna; but I was thinking it was something like $10 bucks or so. The woman DID, finally give Donna back her money. Question: Did the woman who grabbed Donna's money think it just fell from Heaven in a Walmart bathroom stall and was hers to keep? Finder's Keeper's? She knew it wasn't hers. She was just being a opportunistic thief. I mean... what kind of a person pulls that nonsense? Nobody I'd ever respect or want near me.
People noticing the commotion of Alan being on foot running down Shady Lane and this guy frantically trying to escape with the stolen cement blocks; call 911 in Oak View, Gladstone, Kansas City... This coward thief, keeps driving, but calls 911. The 911 operator tells him to go to the nearest Police Station. He heads for North Kansas City with Donna and Alan directly behind him in pursuit. In the parking lot at the North Kansas City, Missouri Police Department, an officer comes out already aware of the numerous 911 calls. The driver says that Alan has been chasing him and screaming at him all the way from Gladstone. The policeman listens; then Alan and Donna give their side of the story. They say they had just bought the cement blocks to keep people from driving in their yard and had JUST put the blocks out into the muddy ruts of their yard when this guy pulls up and steals them seconds after they put them out. The policeman asked if they had any proof. Donna pulls the receipt out of her pocket and says, "I still have the receipt in my pocket! We JUST did this! Alan doesn't have shoes on because they're covered in mud." The receipt is date and time stamped. The guy swears he has no cement blocks in his trunk and didn't know what Alan & Donna were talking about or why they were chasing him. Alan asks the policeman to look in his guy's trunk noticing there is fresh, wet mud on the trunk of his car. The man refuses and won't open his trunk. Alan asks the guy, "Why do you have mud on your shirt?" The policeman asks, "Why DO you have mud on your shirt?" The guy is stammering with no explanation. After some legal convincing, the policeman persuades the guy to open his trunk and sure enough, what do you know... there are the two muddy cement blocks he stole from Donna & Alan's yard. Bummer, caught in a big fat lie. The guy claims they were just thrown at the edge of the street and didn't belong to anybody. The policeman tells him that obviously, they DID belong to Alan & Donna. The policeman makes the guy return the cement blocks to Alan & Donna and they leave. The cement blocks were $1.00 each, plus tax; so we are talking about $2.15 in total. It's just the point of the whole thing. Question: Couldn't this man afford $2.15 to buy his own cement blocks from the hardware store, instead of being an opportunistic thief? Grab & Run like a coward & then lie about it? There are several moral lessons / questions to these two stories:
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June 19, 2016 Mary Margaret De Shon One Voice |
Happy Father's Day!
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June 18, 2016 Mary Margaret De Shon One Voice |
Angels I just did a Google Search for "number of books on angels". In 52 seconds, Google returned 30,300,000 results. I put in "number of people who believe in angels". In 57 seconds, Google returned 20,500,000 results and highlighted this blurb from the Associated Press: When I told you I saw your deceased mom recently, your snark was, "Don't talk about my mother because she would NEVER come to you she really didn't know you and would never visit you. Stick to your Angel story. How did that work out for you?" Sarcasm Deluxe! Perhaps you have forgotten YOUR many stories of the little blonde haired girl with mid century clothes on who calls your name from your living room, scared the shit out of you when she showed up at the side of your bed and your arms & legs were flailing to get away, and she hovers in your house moving your curtains while you iron. She doesn't know you, nor do you know her. That kind of fucks up your theory! Perhaps you have forgotten your many stories, even retelling the one about how your deceased uncle visits the people who currently live in his old home. Doesn't seem like any of you big tough Italians have the balls to go other there to check it out. You told that story just a week or so ago. Your uncle didn't know those people, yet you all believe as does the current home owner that he's clearly dead, but very much alive & well, inside that house. You even said the homeowners modify how they enter the house because of his presence. Again, they said they don't know him. Second dispute, in your own words, to your theory! So perhaps you aren't as smart as your mouth claims you to be. Your mother DID visit me and she has other times in the past. You stated with your usual sarcasm “Stick to your Angel story. How did that work out for you?” Well, let me tell you how that worked out for me. I feel blessed that I've had an opportunity for an angel to hold my life in her hands when I broke my neck and ankle. A) It reconnected me with my sister. B) It got me out of the church. C) I had the most beautiful being I have ever seen, hold my life in her hands. D) I observed a lapse in time. E) I saw the goodness of others who came to my aid. And here I am, still alive and well today! I have no idea where my life's path will take me or what's waiting along the way. From your snark, you seem to think you know the future. LOL Although I'm totally pissed at God right now about all the killings and deaths of small children, I feel totally blessed to have ever seen God who spoke my name. I feel blessed that I can see & hear people who are deceased. Other than your mother, every experience is good and pleasant. So I'd say it worked out pretty well for me! Thanks for asking.
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June 18, 2016 Mary Margaret De Shon One Voice |
The Albatross Right now, I feel like the weight of the world has been lifted from my shoulders and I've been released from the heavy stone around my neck weighing me down. Like trying to run with one shoe nailed to the floor. I'm sure one of my x-friends feels the same way since we recently parted ways after 34 years. Will I always love her? Absolutely. It's just time. It's like in the Bible; which I'm not a huge believer in, but I do like this verse: Ecclesiastes 3:1-8 King James Version (KJV) 1 To every thing there is a season, and a time to every purpose under the heaven: 2 A time to be born, and a time to die; a time to plant, and a time to pluck up that which is planted; 3 A time to kill, and a time to heal; a time to break down, and a time to build up; 4 A time to weep, and a time to laugh; a time to mourn, and a time to dance; 5 A time to cast away stones, and a time to gather stones together; a time to embrace, and a time to refrain from embracing; 6 A time to get, and a time to lose; a time to keep, and a time to cast away; 7 A time to rend, and a time to sew; a time to keep silence, and a time to speak; 8 A time to love, and a time to hate; a time of war, and a time of peace. It's just time... The word albatross is sometimes used metaphorically to mean a psychological burden. I feel the same way about my little sister and my relatives. Patty's definition of a "good life" being measured by the number of people who love you, is just her being a bitch. No different from my little sister and how they think they are cutting you to the bone by erupting with their true feelings for me. Finally... honesty. I no longer have to listen to her rhetoric and she happily, no longer has to listen to mine. Believe me. Most of the time, even I get tired of the same old words coming out of both of our mouths. Will I defend myself against hatefulness and throw mud right back? You bet your sweet ass I will. Will I hold others accountable after years of letting them slide with deplorable behavior? Absolutely. Every person on this earth, gets to a point where they've taken enough. Look at what is happening around the earth. Breaking point. It's very freeing for everybody; actually, to stop and to take a permanent break. |
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June 17, 2016 Mary Margaret De Shon One Voice |
Information is a weapon. Never
trust anybody.
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June 16, 2016 Mary Margaret De Shon One Voice |
Happy Birthday, Pooh Pooh
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June 14, 2016 Mary Margaret De Shon Once Voice |
The Zoo... LGBTIQ (lmnop, qrs, tuv,
wxyz) Seriously? How many more letters are we going to add? First it was Gay. Then, L&G... Ladies first, of course. Then B was added and the ampersand was eliminated. Next it was LGBT. Can't leave out those transvestites or transgenders. Then they added the Q; which used to be "queer". This morning after the horrible massacre in Florida, the letter "I" has been inserted. I read this on the internet, "Understanding how certain terms are used is essential to understanding how lesbian, gay, bisexual, transgender, intersex, and questioning (LGBTIQ) individuals define and see themselves in the world." Personally, I don't give a shit how they see themselves in the world. Being a straight, female; why isn't there an "S" in there for Straight people so the LGBTIQBZFF community can know how we feel? What other labels are necessary to classify people? See below... I've known and worked with many gays and lesbians. They are just people. I personally don't give a shit about how or who they chose to have sex with. Please stop making a spectacle of yourselves. You act like idiots on steroids. If you don't want to be treated, don't act idiotic. Why do these people demand to be so fair haired and special they need "Gay Pride" celebrations around the world? Do you see straight people having a "Straight Pride" celebration. Do you get it? YOU are either after a pitty party or making yourselves out to be victims. The days of being in the closet are long over. Questioning? I always thought the "Q" stood for queer. Now, they've added the "I" abnormal condition of being intermediate between male and female; hermaphroditism; which is an intersex individual; a hermaphrodite. The "I" is the only condition which is understandable. It's a birth defect. Period. It's a medical condition. Period. Don't you see, that all of the letters, are part of a gene irregularity and a mental and/or physical medical condition? It isn't a choice. It has pissed me off since the L&G community hijacked the rainbow. A child can't even draw a rainbow anymore without people questioning the child's sexual orientation. I love the colors of the rainbow. The first time I used it as an adult, somebody asked me if I was a lesbo. I was like, "No!" And do NOT kiss me on the lips if you are. It grosses me out! My Aunt Helen used to kiss everybody on the lips. She had whiskers. She kissed wet and slobbery and would grab your face so you couldn't get away. It was disgusting. Us kids used to make fun behind her back. Nothing is more gross than to be kissed on the lips by a super old person or a lesbian, when you're straight. Ick! The list forgets Bestiality or Zoophilia (those that have sex with animals). I read yesterday, somewhere it was declared that bestiality or zoophilia was NOT illegal. Not illegal? Seems to me that the animal sure as hell couldn't be a consenting participant. Why wouldn't that be animal cruelty? Those people must be really hard up to have sex with an animal. Or what about the people who get off dressing like animals when it isn't Halloween? The Furry Fandom fruitcakes. A woman I knew in high school told me her nephew dates a guy who dresses like a squirrel. I asked if he dressed like that at work and she said, no. She said he dressed like a squirrel everywhere else. I asked if that was permitted in her home for family events. She said, yes. I told her, it wouldn't be permitted in my house. I figure if someone can dress appropriately at work, they can dress appropriately in my home, as well. I think we've taken political correctness too far and it's crossed into the path of enabling ridiculous behavior. You don't see Goth people or witches out there demanding their own celebration. When you see Jenner. What a jackass, that "It" has become. I still contend, if we give the "Jenner It" enough chimp injections, maybe "It" will turn into a chimp. What a cool research project. |
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June 14, 2016 Mary Margaret De Shon One Voice |
Peckerwood? Several different definitions & meanings from different sources; all far from  the
original meaning. Considered a derogatory term insinuating
your superiority? It's a racist slur. No matter how it
evolved; in summary, you called me white trash.I guess I should have looked it up before now.  RE: The New Partridge Dictionary of Slang and Unconventional English: J-Z page 1457 |
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June 13, 2016 Mary Margaret De Shon One Voice |
You Can Hit The Ignore Button Forever... I'll Keep Asking Until There Is Resolution! To ignore someone who has asked you a question is RUDE! rude: discourteous or impolite, especially in a deliberate way ignore: refuse to take notice of or acknowledge; disregard intentionally Your think that if you just ignore a problem, it will go away. As you said about yourself... you're in denial. |
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June 11, 2016 Mary Margaret De Shon One Voice Updated June 13, 2016 Updated June 14, 2016 |
Innocent Until Proven Guilty (that's a
thing of the past) Anymore, it's "Guilty". Period. Whether it's by a Social Media Mob & Jury of Know-It-All Strangers, your own family, friends or business colleagues. You're fucking guilty. People become a rabid pack declaring you guilty and their only desire is to rip you to shreds. It's an immediate death sentence with relentless pursuit to destroy their prey, name-calling and real threats of physical violence... and it doesn't stop. They declare themselves to be right and superior... and that's the end of it. I looked at myself. It's like "Well, aren't you the pot calling the kettle black". I do the same thing to others who have wronged me in an attempt to stand up to their bullying and bad behavior. For me, I'm done with taking the high road. I'll expose your bad behavior. To Those Who Have Taken It A Step Too Far: Don't accuse me! EVER! Don't threaten me or my family with physical harm. EVER! You're such a bad ass and brag about knowing people who kill your enemies. Seriously? You stooped that low, to make that threat to me (repeatedly)? You stooped THAT low? You'd better fucking start with me. Doesn't look like you're heeding the words of your dad. I don't give a shit how "mad" you were and still are. You do anything that hurts my family and I'll see to it, you fucking rot in jail! Learn this one lesson! Nothing is worth it. Walk away & shut your God Damned mouth. My dad, as an x-police officer used to say, "He isn't worth the price of a bullet." You know people who would kill somebody? Well, whooptie-doo! I know police officers and elected officials and billionaires. So what? Big deal. Don't you make threats to me. And to Little Miss Nicole... whoever the hell you are... Hackers? Seriously? Hackers that say, "Call Me" with your phone number? LOL In 35 years of being an IT audit consultant, that's a new one on me. Hackers don't do that, you ignorant fool. What a set up to get Lori to call you. What a set up! Whatever game you are playing; think about that there are small children involved who could get hurt. Walk away. Get off social media. Change your phone number. Whatever. Just walk away! Anything you do to me or my family reflects upon who you are and this time, you'll end up in jail. Bring your Enforcer on! How fucking dare you threaten me like that. You see me or my family in public, walk on by! I'm tired of your threats! I stand alone with only one angel watching over me and she's gooood! I'm non-violent. I walk away from conflict. I've had enough. If I ever hear or receive a threat again, I'm going straight to the police. I hope we're clear on that. |
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June 11, 2016 Mary Margaret De Shon One Voice |
Th-th-th-tha-tha-tha-that's all, folks! My sister tried to shame me last night after reading my April 19, 2016 post below about my cousin, Eddie. She said he has stage 4 pancreatic cancer. Like I care about someone who swindled Mom & I out of thousands of dollars and laughed in our faces? Let's all scream it from the rooftops. Sing it Porky! Maybe you should have stopped that inked, nasty ass, daughter of yours and your pal from attacking me on social media. That didn't seem to bother you. To you I sing, "Smoke, smoke those cigarettes. Puff, puff, puff them till you puff yourself to death. Tell Saint Peter at the Golden Gate that you hate to make him wait, but you just gotta have another... cigarette." You don't have to worry about Saint Peter. He'll tell you to push the down button. But don't worry. Aunt Carol will be there. How dare you screw my mom & I over; then have the audacity to ask me for $20,000 when you were in trouble over your inept handling of the Great Wolf Lodge. Yeah right! Like I'd give you a freaking cent.
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June 10, 2016 Mary Margaret De Shon One Voice |
It's A Mad, Mad, Mad, Mad World
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June 10, 2016 Mary Margaret De Shon One Voice The original article has been deleted and replaced with this. June 13, 2016 Updated June 14, 2016 |
Forever I Hold You In My Heart & Thank You Thank you for everything you did for me when I found myself abandoned by my sisters. Thank you for feeding me, sheltering me and providing me comfort when I needed someone to care. Thank you for listening and understanding through 34+ years of friendship. 34+ years. Gosh, that's such a long time. Almost half of our lives, we've known each other and shared in a lot. Now, it's gone. I was all alone when Mom died and you were there. I was all alone when Dad died and you were there, even though you were sick... you were there. I was all alone when I broke my neck and ankle; and you came when I was in surgery. I remember you coming the day of my back surgery. In March I saw a different side of you. It escalated to Thursday night. I knew it was coming, but always prayed it wouldn't. Here's too all the good times. You aren't the only one who can get mad. We are now at war! Stay away from me! |
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June 8, 2016 Mary Margaret De Shon One Voice |
$14,000 In Cash Vanishes Back in 2008, I had worked a couple of short term remote engagements for Manpower corporate while I was taking care of Dad after a massive stroke that left him bedridden. It was routine for me to cash my checks. I admit it. I liked having stacks of $100 dollar bills at home to access whenever I needed to. I had two US Bank envelopes with $7,000 in cash in $100 dollar bills in each envelope in my bedroom. I got the opportunity of a lifetime to go to Paris, France on a short term audit engagement. When I came home my $14,000 was gone. The only people in the house included: * My bedridden dad, * Hospice employees who never went into my bedroom and wouldn't be in the house without one of my sisters, * My two sisters, their husbands and my nephews. Dad couldn't get up and my nephews would NEVER steal from me. They were too young. My money, while hidden; should have been safe. So where was it?
I was feuding with my sisters and should have known better, but like the fool that I appear to have been; I trusted and left for Paris. When I came back and the money was missing; I started adding up all my debits, credits and expenses to see if somehow I spent it or used it to pay bills. Nope! Everything was accounted for and the $14,000 was gone. I accounted for damn near every penny. I ripped the house apart looking in every nook and cranny for those two envelopes of money. They were no where to be found. My older sister smugly blew me off and said I had shoved the envelopes somewhere and like other things that mysteriously disappeared from my and Dad's home; it would show up or that I spent it, etc. $14,000 is a hell of a lot of money to spend with no trace or documentation or a receipt, bank withdrawal, product purchase, etc. A few months later, after I moved out of the house to escape excessive violence; I had the time and opportunity to go through every box and container I owned. I would literally empty out everything and look for my $14,000. I looked inside of video tapes, casserole dishes, my VCR, keepsake boxes, etc. When I found nothing, I adhered a little sticker upon which I wrote (No Money). I don't know about anybody else, but $14,000 was a lot of money to me. For it to disappear, it was pretty easy for me to pinpoint who took it via process of elimination. My younger sister and her husband weren't working and she had been spending about $8,000 of my money a month prior to me cutting them off. So I continue to wonder where they got the money to live without my $14,000. With denials, my question is still unanswered, "So how did you make your house payments, insurance, utilities, etc.?" Just prove it to me and I'll look at a different suspect. You can't prove that somebody stole cash out of your own home. I just know there is a special place in Hell for she that took my $14,000. The only positive thing is, I hope it made life better for my nephews. Nothing pisses me off more than a filthy thief. 666 My mom & dad sure didn't raise any of us to be thieves and liars; but something went wrong somewhere. |
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June 7, 2016 Mary Margaret De Shon One Voice Note to the File |
What Goes Around Comes Around You got your revenge upon me. Hell hath no fury like what will be unleashed upon you. |
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June 6, 2016 Mary Margaret De Shon One Voice |
Dear NorthCare Hospice There is no statute of limitation on murder. |
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June 5, 2016 Mary Margaret De Shon One Voice |
Keep Your Word Or End Up In Bucket
Zero You
should always keep your word. Period! In business, it's
vital. For solid relationships, it maintains a standard that
can be relied upon & trusted. It's mega important to children,
dying adults and people in need. Kids rely on you to keep your
word. That's how they learn "trust". They look forward
to you following through. When you don't, it's a big hurt and
a big let down. If you believe kids won't remember... they do.I guess as adults, we get used to other adults not keeping their word. Your mind files those people into Bucket Zero, the black hole where trust is broken and can never be repaired, as doubt always looms. Labels are attached such as "liar". With multiple broken promises, an adjective is added such as "habitual" or "chronic". Adults get disgusted with liars. I remember my brother-in-law's mother promising my nephew that she'd take him to see the movie, "Brother Bear" that was released on his birthday, November 1st. Bitch, never followed through on her promise. One day, a couple of weeks after his birthday, my nephew asked his dad, "Dad, why doesn't Grandma Debbie keep her promise? She promised she'd take me to see "Brother Bear" for my birthday and she still hasn't come to get me to go see it. Everybody else has seen it except me." His dad just shook his head, disgusted in his mother and replied, "I don't know why, Mason. She used to do the same thing to me all the time when I was little. I hate it that she does that to you, too." When we heard those words, Mom, Dad & I wanted to rip the bitch a new asshole. How dare her hurt my nephew and brother-in-law like that. We all offered to take him to see "Brother Bear", but he wanted to wait for her. After all, it was his only birthday present from her. I bet she made time to get a beer and smoke a few dozen cigs, though. Now it's 2016. Thirteen years have passed and he's long since stopped waiting. I have no idea why this popped in my mind after all this time. For sure, she has her place in Bucket Zero as an habitual liar. I sarcastically call her "Grandmother of the Year" whenever her name is mentioned. In contrast, his favorite Grandma & Grandpa never missed a birthday, party, game or event. Gifts & cards were always purchased way ahead of time, wrapped and placed on the piano bench for the big day. We'd get a list of some things the kids would like for their birthday and split up the list to ensure they got gifts they really wanted. Everybody got to have their favorite birthday dinner; whether it was at a restaurant or one Grandma made. Even if the kids wanted a steak, we'd go to the Hereford House. If they wanted Mexican, we'd go to El Sombrero. We'd go to their favorite places and get everything they wanted including appetizers & deserts. If Grandma cooked, it was always chickie pieces & French fries. Yum! With Mom, Dad & I... every promise was kept. |
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June 4, 2016 Mary Margaret De Shon One Voice - Screaming Mad |
My Piggy Banks I'd sure like to know how one of my old neighbors came to have possession of my things; which he is prominently displaying on his front porch. He lives across the street from my parent's house before it was sold to some white trash by my sister for thousands below it's market value.
Am I mad? You fucking bet your sweet ass I am. Although I've been past Mom & Dad's many times over the past seven years, the pigs were never there. I got the delight of seeing these Christmas Day 2015. Just another knife in my heart 7 years after Dad died. SEVEN YEARS! When in the FUCK will it ever end? How completely ignorant. These piggy banks are hollow cast plaster and are not painted or designed for outside use. They are piggy banks that should be inside and not exposed to the elements. Eventually, they will dissolve. Even painted pigs will dissolve after prolonged exposure to the weather. You can see the black mold on the center picture and where portions of the feet were broken off. I still have the remaining parts of the feet for repair. Guess there's no need to keep those any more. There is a slit in the back of the pig to drop coins in and the piggy banks had a metal cap in the bottom to get the coins out. Stupid jack off displays two of MY piggy banks on his front porch. Question is, "Where the FUCK did he get them?" 1) Did he steal them? I've never known him to be a thief. 2) Did my sisters give them to him without my permission? 3) Did my sisters set them out at the curb for the trash man like the chair & he salvaged them? 4) Did he buy them in Julie's mysterious garage sale? 5) Were they donated to the thrift store and he bought them? Well... I hope somebody enlightens me. The actions of others, that here, over seven years later are still causing me heartache and anguish. NOBODY had any right giving MY things away, selling them in a garage sale, throwing them out or donating them to charity. And... where are the rest of them? When I first ordered these piggy banks, there were 300 of them. I had a little craft business back then and sold them painted for $45 - $60 each. When I find the pictures of the finished pigs, I'll update this post. They were really cute and sold well. It is never too late to rectify wrongs,
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May 30, 2016 Mary Margaret De Shon One Voice |
Leon Dreiling - Accountant
/ Controller / Pompous Ass American Fire Sprinkler People amaze me at their thinking. I was working a horrible stop-gap job at American Fire Sprinkler in Kansas. Lots of things were shitty in my life including that job and having to work with an asshole named Bob Caputo. Bob was so arrogant, suffered from short man's disease, was condescending and a profound know-it-all. Ridding the Caputo's from my life was one of the best things I ever did for myself. American Fire's accountant / controller was a guy named, Leon Dreiling. I liked Leon. He seemed like such a nice guy. My desk was right outside the door to his office. When he needed a break, he'd come out to chit chat. When I was little, Mom took us girls to St. Gabriel's Catholic Church. Mom was a Catholic. When Dad's work changed, we all started going to church as a family. Dad was Methodist. Mom & Dad decided we'd attend North Cross United Methodist Church. It was kind of culture shock going from a Catholic church to a Methodist church. Dad, Donna & I were baptized Methodist, but I still had this warm feeling for the Catholic Church. My grandmother (Mom's mom) had passed and I was given her rosary. It was a simple wooden rosary that was very light weight. I wore it around my neck whenever I was missing her and wanted to feel close to her. As an adult and following the Tribbey Nickerson fiasco (see below); I went back to the Catholic church. One day at work, Leon spotted the rosary and said, "Is that a rosary?" I said, "Yes." He said, "You're wearing it around your neck like a necklace?" I said, "Yes. My Grandma died and it was hers. I just needed to feel close to her." He said, "Are you Catholic?" I said, "No, but I attend St. Charles Catholic church." He said, "You're not Catholic, but you go to a Catholic church? You don't take communion, do you?" I said, "Yes." He went bonkers! He's pacing back and forth and raising his voice. He informed me, "That's sacrilegious! You can only take communion if you're a Catholic. I can't believe this! How disrespectful!" I simply asked, "Are not all invited to God's table" Get this! He said, "NO! Only Catholics can take communion in a Catholic church." I said, "Would Christ turn me away from hearing the good words? Would Christ withhold nourishment from me? Would I love God any more or less?" Leon walked into his office and closed the door. I just let the subject drop and went on with my work. He continued to give me grief when I'd wear Grandma's rosary. That was back in the mid 80's. Funny how it still bothers me that he could be so arrogant and speak for God. Christians should be Christians. Everybody should be welcome to sing, to listen to and participate in a sermon, or be invited to God's table. My Aunt Helen was the WORST for denying that many priests were/are pedophiles preying on children for sex. Pope after Pope will turn their back on exposing those perverts. All churches seem to have their noses in politics. And Leon was flipping out over me drinking one ounce of grape juice, eating a 1" rice disk and me wanting to feel close to my grandma. Again... organized religion and religious fanatics need to get a grip. |
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May 29, 2016 Mary Margaret De Shon One Voice |
Rev. William Tribbey Nickerson (a disgrace) First United Methodist Church of North Kansas City, Missouri I remember this horrible person! No way, should this man have ever been ordained as a minister with the Methodist Church. One of my friends was singing Tribbey Nickerson’s praises on social media about always hearing him say, “May the Lord bless you and keep you. May the Lord make his face to shine upon you and be gracious unto you. May the Lord lift up his countenance upon you and grant you peace.” Numbers 6:24-26 She commented on how he had made such a positive impact upon her life. Son-of-a-bitch sure didn't make a positive impact on my life. I had to apologize to her for ruining her vision of Nickerson's perceived perfection when I posted the story below. It was about a month after my divorce from Robert Otto McIntyre, Jr. that I got to witness the nasty hateful "he can be bought" side of Tribbey Nickerson. The man never asked me if I was ok, how my life was going or offered any words of advice or counseling. McIntyre’s had gone to the First United Methodist Church in North Kansas City, Missouri long before I ever met Robert. I switched from my church to Robert’s before we got married. Through our engagement and 6 years of marriage we attended the First United Methodist Church of North Kansas City, Missouri every Sunday. We took our place about 4 rows back on the left side Sunday after Sunday. Let's see. It was Bob, the Ice Queen (as Beth calls her), Barbara Ann, Richard, Me and Robert. The Givens sat in front of us and others always sat in their same respective seat for years. Even though we were divorced, I continued to attend church. I just didn’t sit with “the family” any more. One day, after church, Rev. Tribbey Nickerson was at the back of the sanctuary shaking hands with people as they left. When it was my turn, I extended my hand; which Rev. Nickerson took. He didn’t smile or make small talk, though. He held tightly to my hand and led me out into the hallway. The associate minister continued to greet those who followed after me. In the hallway, short, fat & bald Rev. Tribbey Nickerson informed me that I was no longer welcome at the First United Methodist Church of North Kansas City, Missouri because it made the McIntyre’s uncomfortable. He suggested with no uncertainty that I find another house of worship. I said, “Are you telling me I’m not welcome in God’s house?” He replied, “Well, McIntyre’s have been members a lot longer than you have. They are pillars of our church. Since you are divorced from Robert, there is no need for you to continue to attend the First Church. McIntyre’s membership and financial contribution is more important to the church and we do our best to keep the pillars of the church happy.” Oh my God! I was crushed at first. It surely hurt my feelings. I didn't realize that I was supposed to leave my church when I got divorced. My next feelings after a flood of tears was to be absolutely livid that a man representing himself as a Christian and a Methodist Minister could be so cold, greedy, insensitive and hateful. In essence, "Mommy Dearest", Ione McIntyre wanted me gone. I never liked her anyway, but that was pretty despicable even for her. For certain I never stepped foot in that sin filled vile church again. I’ve got nothing nice to say about Rev. William Tribbey Nickerson or the McIntyre family. A sour, hateful man, Nickerson was for sure! I guess he thought he was the gatekeeper for God. Tribbey Nickerson forgot that he should only have been a humble steward of a facility for the purpose of the worship of God. Not for the purpose of pleasing the McIntyre family. He forgot that God would never turn anyone away from "God's" house. Organized Religion needs to take a hard look at themselves and the members of their congregation. WWJD? |
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May 29, 2016 Mary Margaret De Shon One Voice |
Only Stupid
People Smoke Cigarettes! The most selfish nasty ass people in the world are CIGARETTE SMOKERS! They have zero regard for anyone except themselves! You stupid assholes! No matter where you smoke, your Second Hand Cigarette Smokse filters unhealthy toxins everywhere. Kids breath it. Pets breath it. Animals breath it. The sick breath it. The elderly breath it. I breath it. Put on a HazMat suit and breath big concentrated breaths that only you have to breath. Kill yourself off as quickly as possible, if you must; but don't subject the rest of us to YOUR bad habit & addiction! You SMELL terrible! Your breath smells terrible! It's on your clothes! It stains the walls & furniture. It makes your teeth & nails turn yellow. When you smoke anywhere near me, your stench gets on my clothes, it's in my lungs, it's on my skin & in my hair. STOP! It's killing you and all of the rest of us! You look at me & ask, "You don't mind if I smoke, do you?" SURPRISE! YES, dumb ass! I DO mind. Lock yourself in your car, roll all the windows up. Inhale until you choke. Going outside doesn't magically make your cigarette smoke disappear or for it to be ok. Thirty years ago, when it used to be acceptable to smoke wherever you wanted, you carelessly burnt a hole on my coffee table, on my card table, on my upholstery & linens. Your attitude was, "Oh well! Sucks to be her!" Thank God, years ago I finally said, "No Smoking" in my home, in my car or around me. Your deep seeded mucus filled cough, is disgusting to have to listen to. Thanks for sharing at 3:00 a.m. or when I'm eating. And the jackass guy who keeps spitting! Holy Shit! OMG! Learn some freaking manners!
Only stupid people smoke cigarettes! |
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This picture reminds me of my dad. Mom & I
went to the grocery store. While we were gone, Dad
started the dishwasher trying to be helpful.
Instead of putting in Cascade, he put in Dawn, closed
the door and started the dishwasher up. He filled
the little cup up to the top. Fast forward...