I read it on the Internet so it must be true, now that is a definite crock you can’t even believe what you read in the newspaper so why do we fall for some of the crap we read online. People can write whatever they please so long as it appears to have a reliable source, but we as responsible humans should check something thoroughly before we decide to pass something on through e-mail or our blogs.

Freedom of speech is a wonderful thing, but defamation= libel, slander is not. We can express an opinion all we want, but we are liable for slanderous information that we pass on. We have a responsibility not only to ourself to seek the truth, but to those that read our blog. When I hear about unpatriotic stores I always get upset because of the unfairness that the Vietnam Vets had to endure.

I read a post somewhere about Target and it upset me and I told Bill we weren’t shopping there any more. It had to do with Target being French owned and not supporting Vietnam Veterans or donating to or supporting any Veteran programs. Well, I’m glad I decided to do a little research before I started telling people how rotten I thought Target was and I’d no longer shop there or buy the Grandkids any more of their presents online.

After checking the letter that had circulated apparently back in 2002, it was proven untrue by snopes.com and even though Mr. Forrey the original writer of the poisonous letter printed a retraction and apologised it has been totally ignored because the original letter served a bigger agenda for hate. Not everything you read is true so don’t take everything at face value, do your own research before taking a stand.

My first sexual encounter was when I was six the only thing is I didn’t know what sex was. I never ever saw my parents even be affectionate and kiss, but other kids in the neighborhood apparently saw their parents playing a game which they wanted to share with me.

Even though we lived in a poor neighborhood there was one family that everyone called trashy, of course back then I didn’t know what that meant, but we were warned to stay away from them. Of course we didn’t listen and played with them anyhow, such rebellious children.

There was a railroad track that ran parallel to our house with high grass and we always played in there, the “trashy” people lived very close to the track and we lived further away and I would sneak over to see my friends, a brother and sister around my age, we got along great and always had fun.

My sexual encounter happened during the Summer when I met up with them. They were both so excited and they had a blanket with them, they told me about what they had seen their parents doing and wanted to try it. So we all took of our clothes and started bouncing up and down on each other.

Of course we were all little and had no idea what we were doing we were just bouncing playing the game that their parents had been having so much fun hollering and carrying on with. We soon got bored with the bouncing and hollering and put our clothes back on and then I heard my Mama yelling.

Judy Mae, where are you? You get home right now and of course when she said Judy Mae I knew she meant business. I was on my way home when the older heavy set brother who was probably 12 or 13 jumped out and said he had seen the game we were playing and he wanted to play it with me.

I had always been afraid of this brother because he was huge and mean and all I could think was that if he bounced up and down on my little belly he would squish me. Of course I didn’t know till I was older what sex was all about and what a pervert this jerk was and what he actually had in his mind.

I ran home of course and after that always stayed far away from that scary boy and didn’t go back in the weeds any more because I didn’t want to be squished. I don’t recall if I told my Mama about the game or not, probably not because even though she was a Christian woman she would have shot them all.

That incident always stayed in my mind though and years later I realized how lucky I had been and what I had actually escaped from. So my point in telling you about this? Be careful what your children see because they do like to experiment and it actually is monkey see monkey do, you are the role model.

I think Today.com is taking over the blogosphere. I only noticed this recently because of the people I drop on from Entrecard. Before when I would open 10 or 15 sites they were mostly blogger blogs with a few regular blogs mixed in. Now when I open the same amount it’s a mixture of red t’s and orange/with white b’s I’m amazed at how fast Today.com is moving. I wonder if Google is worried that they’ll take all their bloggers? I really haven’t checked the site out, but I’m sure Google has and who knows they may even buy them out like everything else.

We all blog and comment for different reasons and everyone wants traffic for various reasons. Whether it’s to lower the Alexa rating or for advertising purposes or just to gain readers and friends and get comments. The best traffic I receive is through Entrecard, occasionally I get someone from Stumble and other sources, but my SEO isn’t the best so my traffic from search engines is minimal. If you do a search for mature I am on the 4th page, senile=2nd page, mature senile=1st page.

I am an Entrecard dropper and I have been since March last year 08, however at that time I had 3 blogs and was dropping for each one for various reasons. I was also posting on all 3 blogs and trying to come up with different subjects for each one. It kept me occupied till December when my Son passed away and since then I have basically only posted to this one because I refer to this one as my living blog. I don’t claim to be a writer, but this keeps me occupied.

I appreciate all the support that was given to me during the rough times and I tried to make sure that I gave everyone link love that supported me, but I really don’t expect people to comment on a post I make because of it. I do however appreciate any and all comments just because you feel like it and I also comment on your post when the subject reaches me, but that’s also not a guarantee. It’s nice to make mind connections and read about other peoples lives.

I like reading different kinds of blogs and finding different perspectives on how people feel about the things we all face in life and their solutions for dealing with them. There are many bloggers out there that question the things they write about and wonder why anyone would even bother to read what’s on their mind. I certainly don’t expect everyone that stops by here to be interested in my opinions or to even appreciate my weird sense of humor. We all blog and comment for different reasons.

Plastic cards are taking over the world and we use them for everything. They now even make recyclable cards which more people are using because of going green and every little bit helps. Almost all companies now have their own cards printed up for various reasons including: motel key cards, phone cards, membership cards, business cards, photo id cards, and many more.

The plastic gift card has taken over and we receive quite a few during the holidays. Sometimes we buy them as gifts, but usually we just give money so they can spend it on whatever they want unless they specifically want something from a certain store and they’re afraid they’ll spend the money on something else, like Billy wanted one for Lowe’s so he could get his sheetrock.

At our Giant’s and Walmart they certainly make it easy for us to get them for most of the companies around our area. That saves time because we don’t have to run to the mall and stand in line or go to that specific store and they activate them at the checkout stand, very convenient for consumers. I wonder how much kick back they get for the cards they sell?

At least with the plastic you can carry it easily in your wallet and hopefully you’ll remember to use it unlike paper that gets torn up and stuffed somewhere and you forget about it till it expires or you throw it away by mistake like I’ve done before. The best plastic cards we have are not credit cards they are the bonus rewards card we get from the grocery store.