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1 yr ago
Found an off leash dog beach to bring Chloe to at Fort De Soto Park. Not sure why this fits in other than the date my father died, but adding it in.
“Ironically, Fort De Soto was never the site of any major battle, and the weapons of Fort De Soto and Fort Dade were never fired in anger at an enemy. However, it played a significant part in the evolution of modern weaponry. In 1977 Fort De Soto was added to the National Register of Historic Places.”
2 yrs
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https://www.facebook.com/roxanne.ardary/posts/pfbid02UtNmL25Hm2vbKhCetTR668WG6PKH5vt9QZ2vmqhs2rmBCCKHH6hmEy5A54FjwFPrl13 yrs ago
He’s the one I told you about the dream I had where he and his wife walked over with the baby carriage when I was in Key West.
I had a pretty cool conversation with my cousin today. She had a dream! She was at a house with people and with a younger handsome guy. They were married and went to bed together.
Wasn’t a sex dream. Just a blip.
I tried to encourage her to dream more awake and to write down her sleep dreams.
I might reorganize our Mission MilF group to be a dream journal since she quit participating in the sex party like first day.
Hey so, another thing with the eyes happened. It was a magic wand update. When I type stuff out sometimes a lot of pops come and Im trying to stay on target but I drift. It’s happened a few times where the stories and pops landed on top of each other and so what happened was entire lines of text changed.
A little hard to explain but it was directing me back to my opening first thought in the opening paragraph.
So imagine that second paragraph being what it is right now but then it changes to this:
Hey so, another thing with the eyes happened. It was a magic wand update.
thought in the opening paragraph.The beginning line of the second paragraph was completely rewritten to look like the first line of the first paragraph. The first time that happened was way back with the picture numbers, then with the ring. The want was using the highlighter for awhile but that hasn’t happened in some time. Recently is when the entire lines changed to help me keep focused. Took a few blinks to clear it too. At first I was very confused because I thought I had typed out the initial paragraph a second time but then the words went back to normal. So I deleted my off topic run on and stayed focused.
The cathedral of Trier had the largest witch trial in history. But all of Europe got sacked, it said 80k women were killed.
https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Trier_witch_trials
Cool thing about the Irish, they were witchy enough to escape it. Top tier! Only lost 4. The Irish were masters at pulling the strings 😀
14 yrs
This is when I entered Chloe’s pic holding the leash in her mouth.
“I support Chloe in the Spay Day Online Photo Contest! Will you vote for Chloe?”
15 yrs
Had the Moorestown High School get together. 2 posts about it.
“is leaving for Jerseys. Call the bar if you need directions or get lost”
“can’t wait for tonight! see everybody at Jersey’s around 8pm”
Yesterday my sister’s bday video popped. It was for her 39th birthday and we all went to Prospectors to go country dancing. A big mix of students and family there. I made a few cameo appearances.
Her bday is April 21st, but it was posted April 22, 2012
You can see me dancing at 1:40, 2:24, and us hugging at 2:40. She blows out her candles at 3:55
https://www.facebook.com/mary.hanley.1675/videos/3323868410400
11 yrs ago
Shared a video
The ‘Toilet Paper’ routine from the 1997 Ohio Star Ball Showcase with <span class=”xt0psk2″>Maria </span><span class=”xt0psk2″>Hansen</span>. So many people have asked me if I had a copy of this routine. I thought it was lost, but now it’s found!
https://www.facebook.com/roxanne.ardary/posts/335072249928140
The Irish were pretty good at camouflaging their own, the red headed connection. Even figured out how to do the invisibility cloak. Seen but not heard.
I gotta admit, this part is kind of funny, even though the emotional roller coaster is craptastic. I did just remember the puppy dream.
Anything is possible! I did like the article you linked today.
Let me know when we can get to the puppy love stage, cause I’m sick of the mean girls.
11 yr
A share from a friend/relative for my RE page. She was recommending I use Pinterest for my pictures. Not sure if I had it already or not, checked my Pinterest and looks like my earliest pins were 11 yrs ago.
15 yrs ago
3 blank posts then Another share or tag from a friend for this chain letter
2 comments from friends:
“Mom your precious, I love you”
“I’m with you on #5. What’s wrong with this world? I’m a little scared for my kids!!”
This was her #5
5. I am afraid for our world.
I’m not sure why this popped, but the only thing that came to me was wet noodle.
Which reminded me of when we were kids living at our Columbia Ave house. It wasn’t too long after my father died. Not sure if Ski was in the picture yet, if he was, they were only dating. Camille was complaining of a painful stomach. We got stomach flues and bugs on occasion and mom would just let us have our sick day at home. But this one kept up. Camille was crying that hurt belly hurt that night, and mom brought us into her room to sleep. She was never one to rush to the doctors over any little ache or pain, not for herself or us. This belly ache kept getting worse though and she kept crying. Mom did eventually decide to take her to the hospital. We were put into a room and waited there for hours and hours for a doctor to arrive. It was the emergency area, but it wasn’t for the doctors. I remember my mom fighting with the staff to get someone in to see her but nobody showed up until daybreak. By that point, her appendix had ruptured and she had toxins going throughout her body. They did the emergency appendectomy then and installed a drain. It almost killed her. She spent a month and half in the hospital, which was over Christmas that year. The drain she called the noodle. Every time the docs and nurses would come into her room she’d just start crying saying don’t pull the noodle, but that’s what she had to go through to get her system cleansed.
Camille still holds that against my mom. We talked about it not too long ago. She said if she didn’t ignore her that she wouldn’t have had to go through all that. While that’s true, I don’t believe for a second that my mom had any intention to deliberately allow harm to come to her. Im more inclined to believe it was just a case of she didn’t know what she didn’t know. Thought it was just another belly ache which turned out to be something much more serious. She was very upset at the hospital, which Camille didn’t see cause she was in pain. The pain is all Camille remembers.
Is it possible the roses didn’t give two shits about inflicting that kind of pain? Yes. As much as it sucks, I’m thinking it could have prevented something worse. I don’t know exactly how, but there’s a sync involved with Ski.
When he was on his molesting campaign with my friends, he tried to make my one friend jerk him off. He was a big dude and she was at 15 yr old girl and intimidated, plus she was staying there because she had a falling out with her family which he took advantage of. When she gave me the details she said he was limp and couldn’t get it up but he was demanding she do it anyway. She said it was a very bizarre situation.
After my other gf chimed in and said what he had been doing I did ask Camille if anything happened to her. Her eyes got big, like a deer in headlights, but she shook her head no.
When I was down the shore the topic came up in the stories I posted. Then I asked if she was molested and post popped confirmed. Then as I was beginning to fume about it another post popped saying don’t say motherfucker as I was saying “that motherfucker”. Which was funny. I think it was around the same time I was thinking I was having conversations with my deceased mom. I got worried then that he molested me and I had mentally blocked it out somehow cause I read stories about people doing that. I still don’t remember anything like that happening to me outside of his meandering eyes, a contributing reason why I moved out. That, and both parents were giving me shit about my bf at the time, calling him a gook. So I’m inclined to think nothing did or it would have been brought up by now. A fuck you, and a fuck you two kind of thing.
11 yr
A share from a Fred Astaire Dance Studio page
We call Shalie, my moms dog, a cow dog. She looks just like it.
1 yr
Was in St. Petersburg. I don’t remember the story I told other than than using the song The Devil Went Down to Georgia
Are you playing top or bottom? Cause pretty sure I’ll play both.
In 2006 when my mom and stepfather were getting divorced I changed companies and started working for Long & Foster. The manager there was named Denise. She ran the Moorestown office and Bob Latigona ran the Cherry Hill office. They were the recruitment partners to jumpstart LnF in the South Jersey area. Moorestown was the closest to me, so that is where I went.
When I met with Denise I gave her the run down on my website, the leads it was producing, the limited help I was getting from Weichert to work them all. She offered me a pretty lucrative commission structure to switch companies and work for them. So I did.
Not long after I started she hired another agent named Lou Small. He had been in management for a broker in the Princeton area. She approached me about working out a referral deal to give him leads and get him off the ground. We all met together and I said 25% on all sales, (the range was 25-35%) and the rental referrals would be free of charge. I did that because working rentals is a royal PITA, takes just as much work as a house buyer to find something and the pay is crummy. (commission is 1 months rent split between the 2 brokers, so your side would get half, then you’re pay would be half of that. average 2 bedroom at the the time was around 1200)
Anyway, Lou was fantastic at converting the leads. He was the first agent I came across that not only got the hang of how to work the internet leads but could do amazing in his written correspondence. I was very excited to finally find someone to help me.
A few months goes by and Lou is bringing in brochures for the new car he’s thinking about buying, bragging about how much in commission he’s made already. I was happy for him, for both of us. Not about the bragging part, but that we were both successful from my website.
That was until Lou got greedy. I gave him a lead that was both a buyer and a seller lead, so 2 sales would be coming from that. He was a strong listing agent so I had asked to go on the listing presentation, I had always shied away from listings because I found sellers to have an over inflated value of their house and trying to convince them otherwise wasn’t my cup of tea at the time.
We met the couple, I saw his presentation, he did get the listing and then they started house shopping. A month later I get the paycheck. They had to sell in order to buy so both closed. But I only get paid for one. I meet up with Lou and we were in his car and I discuss it with him. I ask him why he didn’t pay me on both deals. He said because Denise told him he didn’t have to. I told him that wasn’t our agreement. It was 25% on all sales. He said I’d have to take it up with her. I told him, she’s irrelevant, he’s the one that made the commitment and why would he try to screw me over? Take it up with her, take it up with her, he said. So that’s how the conversation ended.
That’s also when I ended the referrals to him.
On to Denise I went. I sat in her office and asked her why she thought it was her place to interfere with an agreement Lou and I had together. Not only that, why she would even suggest to pay me on one deal, the lowest deal at that, when all of his business came from me. She was an active participant in the discussions, and I had our written exchanges via email to document it as proof. She literally sat there and denied knowing about it or agreeing to it. I showed it to her, fully printed out, everything that was said. She still lied to me and said that didn’t happen. Lied, right to my face.
There’s nothing more that gets in my crawl than liars and people fucking with my money.
I left her office, went to mine, packed my shit that day and never went back. Drove to the Cherry Hill office to meet with Bob. Bob the builder apologized to me, and compensated me for the deal they screwed me of from the CH office funds.
I didn’t stop there though. I wrote a scathing letter to the LNF upper management about Denise’s behavior and informed them she was a pathological liar. I detailed all the events that took place, attached the emails as proof, and submitted it to them. They ignored it.
Guess what happened?
Lou’s business completely dried up. He was struggling to get business again. But here’s the kicker. There was one couple that I had to referred to Lou which I had been working with. It was a lead for my mom’s house. 1.2 million dollar buyer, which Ski wouldn’t accept. I referred it to Lou because I was concerned about a potential conflict of interest because if problems arose I the relationship was beyond buyer/seller, since they were my parents.
At the time, my step father was being his usual dick head self, and not budging from his asking price of 1.5 million. The market was turning and I was worried it would crash before he was willing to budge on his asking price. I told my mom she needed to bring it to court and I documented all the sales to prove market value and how his asking price was compromising both of their situations. The house was pulled off the market because of some damage done by water just before this. When my mom went to court, we got a court order to sell it at that price. I put it back on the market.
Lou called and said he was putting in an offer for the 1.2. I asked Lou if he brought the buyer through the house. He said no. I just shook my head and got off the phone with him. I called the buyer and told him the property was damaged and before submitting an offer he needed to come see it. I met him at the property and walked him through. He didn’t care about the damage because he intended to tear it down anyway. I told him the court approved price and it was his if he wanted it. He did. We drew up contracts.
Lou was cut out of the deal. He threw a fit got Denise involved to fight me on it. They called Bob who approached me and said we have a problem. I told him no we don’t. I have procuring cause. Lou never stepped foot in the property. I showed it to the buyers the first time, he was only brought in for negotiations, and was the only showing agent as well on the second go around. Lou was just being a paper pusher nothing more, and in fact, worked against the buyer’s interests by being too lazy to show the home. He was shooting blind, and didn’t care that the buyer could have been injured as a result. He just wanted the money.
That resolved that. His role as an agent didn’t last much longer. Lou ended up being offered a part time teaching position for new agents and was out of sales completely.
Denise had her own collapse years later. She was losing agents over time from her very poor decisions. Then lost her shit on the entire office. Was throwing their personal belongings onto the office front yard. Had a complete breakdown. She cost the Moorestown office a ton of agents. They did finally replace her but the damage was done. They should have listened to me to begin with. Moorestown never recovered from that. The market we are in gave it it’s final blows.
As I mentioned before, the agents that were left got merged into the Cherry Hill office, if they decided to take the additional drive and go there. Bob left years ago due to some other issues. Management turnover has been an ongoing problem with the company.
I’ve been thinking about Jess, and Camille, my mom, and Karen and a bunch of women.
I’d like them to learn about the syncs, then see them in action.
Learn about the magic things, then discover their own abilities.
Having an idea of what’s possible so they aren’t afraid of any of it when it happens.
Have their dreams but the guy stay a complete mystery or offset like the guy in the hot tub that matched my dream. (I can’t even remember what I thought of prior to this process to go back to)
I’d definitely want them to have a group of people that they could communicate with in person, cause the isolation feeling sucks. Even if they all start their discoveries at the same time and can talk about it with each other.
I want it to be a fun experience, where they are excited to share things they’ve discovered with each other.
Only when they have a good solid understanding of themselves and their abilities and have healed the majority of their past would Mr. Right appear, hopefully in the same place. And if he’s not, she’s capable and confident enough that she doesn’t get emotionally smashed while things get sorted.A girls club where they build each other up instead of tear each other down.
I know some roses to the rescue might FUBAR my ideal scenario, but if it’s avoidable, that’s what I wish for them. That everything starts making them happy, and happier, and happier. A string of surprises that keeps going. It should keep building them up not break them down over and over again. That’s the part of this I don’t understand. Some of it is just mean.
I’ve had a very heavy head and heart the last couple days. I feel what’s been done to me is mean, regardless of who’s responsible for which aspect. I feel some of the posts I’ve made are mean and definitely angry. Every time I try to get past it, it gets thrown back in my face again. I just don’t understand why.
That’s another thing I don’t get, if I’m not supposed to have to prove myself to anyone, why do I have to go through all this to then have to prove myself to myself again. I believed it the first time, wholeheartedly.
Who was the doubting Thomas? That popped, and I had to look it up. My mom used to use that term. The pictures reminded me of my boob rash which still hasn’t gone away yet. That wound is on his right side though, mine is on my left. Looks to be a bit higher too.
Saw a reel about a guy demanding the girl who he was dating to show him her vagina to make sure she was a girl. Not happening if that’s what the hold up is. Not posting nudes on the internet. Would post the rash though if you got that medical thingy to work off of photos. Been thinking it might just be dry skin. Not sure why that area would get dry and nothing else though. Been there for over 2 months now. Got a little sunburned so it’s peeling now.
1 yr
Life event added on FB titled DreamCatcher
I was picturing me as the little girl and you in green.
“The Game of Life…
“In it to win it”
Mind, body, and soul”Yesterday a lady here invited me to go to Walmart with her. She told me about the ladies only book club. That they didn’t invite the men because it changes the discussion dynamic. She’s cute, and very tall! She said she was 5’12. I said oh your really 6ft? She said NO! Ladies are not 6 ft. She was fun to hang out with for a bit.
In the hot tub today they were talking about Dr X in Mexico again, both people ended up going to him for dental work.
Then I got to talking to the one couple that RV’s full time. They use something called Escapees, which is a group dedicated to RV’ers. They have an address to use as a domicile in Texas or Florida. handle the mail and everything for them, can forward or scan and email.
https://escapees.com/establishing-domicile-for-rvers/Do you live in Delaware?
I remember a post very early on about a virtual reality corp being established in DE. I thought as I was traveling out west watch him actually live there. Then I thought maybe you wanted me to work there eventually. I remember they had ties to apple and I signed up for some apple announcements but couldn’t make the connection. I do know that’s a popular place for some biz’s to set up cause of taxes. My uncle set up in Nevada though with a pass through companySame snow storm day. I submitted this picture to a puppy picture contest. Never heard back from them though.
Couple days ago I got these at the store, thought they might help me with my memories. I ate them a bunch my first summer down the shore. The people at the community Im staying at are all pretty cool. First day here I told them I didn’t have a car and they have been offering to take me to the store and other places almost daily. It’s been pretty awesome. I might be the only person flying solo, at least from the group that regularly goes to the pool.
They also have a bunch of events going on daily. Schedule is pretty booked up. Lots of gatherings too but I’ve been skipping those for the most part. You’re required to bring food or alcohol and I don’t really have a place to store food for either. Frig/freezer filled with my stuff and not really interested in going alcohol shopping.
Last thing I’m going to say about this pic. My right hand was across my heart. Just like the pledge of allegiance, though I wasn’t thinking of that when it was taken.
I think what upset me the most seeing the other, is I felt violated. That my love was violated and ridiculed. It’s happened multiple times, not just with this instance. Other pictures, comments made, it all ads up.
I’ll leave it at that.
