By Beauty Damned

Oh for the love of Christ I am your friend. It's called a disagreement.

Now stop it. It doesn't define the whole relationship.

Oh. Well that's not what I gathered in your emails last night which included imploring me to ban you and never email you again.

I love my dump.

maria and richard - you let this two pigs win. They turned you two against one another and they are loving it.
IMHO, I really think you should do as cul did, maria, and ban these two fuck holes. But again, that is just me. Your blog, your rules, your call.
Don't let the likes of these two immature little frat boys tear up a friendship. Just saying they aren't worth that, is not nearly enough.

Nunya, it seems a theme for people to want to insult my intelligence, but give it a rest will ya? I'm not some jackass who's being taken advantage of. That's exactly the point. I will run this blog how I see fit. Period. If you and Richard didn't spend so much time airing your grievances in my comments, I wouldn't have half the problems I have. Yes Geoffrey and Gordon have posed a problem to me, and I control their comments the way I choose. If Richard wants to throw a tantrum because I won't ban who he wants me to ban and you are going to do the same, then really, you can both piss off. You guys go off topic more than anyone.

If you want to spend your days battling away at Dog Snot a fight that will never ever be resolved, be Geoffrey and Gordon's guest. But do not come here and air the grievances that you harbor towards them. How many times do I have to fucking say that? I feel like a goddamn broken record.

THIS IS NOT DOG SNOT. IF YOU WOULD LIKE TO BATTLE DOG SNOT GUYS, GO THERE. DO NOT BRING IT HERE. You do not see me commenting over there, do you? No. So why would you and Richard come running over here and demand that I ban them immediately because you two can't handle living your very existence knowing they are on this planet with you? Do you know how many people there are like Geoffrey and Gordon? Yes, it's sad, I know. But it's true. If you can't deal with them, don't visit their site. Seriously. Who cares what they say about you? They're dumb. That's all. Really dumb. And so are you and Richard if you think that you will ever accomplish anything by continually engaging them?

What does it tell you when Geoffrey comments on topic and you spend all my bandwidth demanding that I ban him? It makes you look like the jerk, quite frankly.

Don't get me wrong, Geoffrey has had his share of pissing me off almost more than any other person on earth, along with Gordon. If anyone knows what it's like to put up with their shit, it's me. But you know what, in the end, they mean nothing to me. They're people who flex their arrogance, ego and disdain for all others who are not like them, on their internet site and they often go to other sites and spread the malfeasance which is why people like me are put in a position to moderate. Most of the time though, Geoffrey's comments tend to be on topic and yours tend to center around him and Gordon. Why have you allowed them to so consume you? And why do you demand that I ban them when you can simply ignore them if you choose and you can have faith that I am watching the comments and trying to keep a tight leash on anything that I find unacceptable. You and Richard talk about wanting a more enlightened discussion, but you can never leave well enough alone. I want cool heads, on topic, not crying about bullies day in and day out. It is your responsibility to ignore them and chill your heels, it is my responsibility to make sure that people respect my blog. In other words, keep your trash out of my yard. And if I see trash that hasn't been picked up, I'll remove it myself.

Now leave me be. Let me moderate my site as I wish. I pay for it to be here.

Thanks.

You're exactly right nunya. Thanks for your objectivity. Much appreciated.

In the larger picture Maria, I'd mourn the loss of your friendship.

Maria it's all cool. We're both stubborn and passionate.. not such at bad thing in the final analysis. I'm over being cross. I momentarilly forgot the source of our embroillment that's all. Mea culpa.

I'm human and so are you.. At least we've got that goin' for us yes? :-)

No hard feelings on this end I assure you.

WOW. Maria... yikers and gulp.

It seems we were writing simultaneously. I thought you were beyond the seduction nunya referred to. Don't allow them (it) to do this. It's not 'right' in the truest sense of the word.

(by the way.. the schoolyard bullies are crouched and sniggering in the corner... )

Email me. I'm all ears.

Having fun Geoffrey?

Works doesn't it? I have this vision of you as Linda Blair possessed by the voice of Mercedes McCambridge laughing demonically in a pea-soup slathered bed.

Maria,

Girls are better housekeepers than boys, so I would have no doubt that your dump would be nicer than theirs...

BTW, you kick ass. I hate it when people try to tell me how to run my blog. You pay for this space and if someone doesn't like how you run it - they are free to get their own and run it how they see fit.

Rosemary??

Fuck off. You're hugely out of your league.

I'm pretty sure I wasn't addressing you at all, so you have no cause to say shit to me.

See Richard, that was hugely unnecessary.

You know Maria?

You're licking your wounds and it shows precisely what I referred to in my correspondence with you last night (off-site as you requested). You've not progressed beyond the anger-seduction phase. I understand it. Truly I do. It's just not my reality anymore. You and I are a generation apart. I wish you well with your infatuation with those things from the other side. The negative has a seductive appeal.

Do as you will. I made my best effort. You love the drama just as much as the average queen.

Now you can simply wallow in your own website (run as you'll have it be). But remember this Maria: There are standards that apply across the board and yours vascillate. And weren't you the one who wanted to handle this off site? I've made a genuine effort here today doll and in private email tonight.

Don't forget the sniggering one ok? He lurks just beyond his own heinous shadow. As the song goes "on this you can rely...."

Feed his fuel.. The cost rises like Iraqi oil. And it's about as suspect.

There are some cool feature on my "comments" host.

a) delete

b) ban said offender

If you really can't stand someones posting on your blog, just don't allow it, why waste so much time in such petty useless ways... None of you will ever regain said time... Come on, use your time to lobby for your favorite cause or something...

that is all.

richard - let me know where else you go blog. I like your writing.

Maria - try and remember who is on your side. Try and remember who continuously insukted your sister and called her a horse face and slut. Try and remember who insults your career. Try amd remember who insults your family and upbringing. Try and remember who called you and your people wetbacks. Try and remember who defended you when these things were being said. To put me and Richard into the same category as those two pieces of human waste is not only wrong, but is insulting.
Like richard says, the two schoolyard bullies are loving this.

rose, if we wanted your opinion we would have asked for it. and if we wanted to hear and asshole we could have farted or gone to dogs knot.

"rose, if we wanted your opinion we would have asked for it. and if we wanted to hear and asshole we could have farted or gone to dogs knot." -nunya

Really that string of pompous arrogance says it all right there; that the two of them feel completely compelled to run somebody else's site because if somebody besides the concerned parties posts, he says something as juvenile as this.

Maria, I've been coming back to your site after our disagreement earlier this year and enjoy reading you despite our differences in opinion. After what I've read in this thread by the two of these persons who obviously believe that they, and their opinions, matter more than anybody elses, and especially the manner of response to Rosemary, it confirms to me that they are not interested in anything but acrimony. I'll keep reading you but the constant playground snipes get boring. JMHO, since we are all entitled to one. I'm pretty sure they'll have some snotty response to me too, but whatever.

Nunya, I'll tell you what I'll remember always, you and Richard shitting on me almost as heavily as Gordon and Geoffrey have. Turning my blog into a ring in which to duke it out with your favorite foes. Fuck you Nunya. You're not on my side, you're not a friend to me, you are someone who has used this forum to air your own grievances. That's it. You and Richard don't have the slightest clue about how to exhibit respect any more than Gordon and Geoffrey do. That's the highly laughable part about all your presumptuous conclusions. I am sick of your fucking drama and I'm on the cusp of banning the both of you just so that I don't have to hear your fucking whining anymore.

P.S. Rosemary has been a far more respectful reader than Nunya or Richard for as long as I've known her, so I don't know where you two get off insulting her here when you can't even seem to aspire to have the class that she has shown.

That is the end of this story. I do not have the energy to put up with anymore drama or to be heavily insulted by people who call themselves "friends." What a fucking joke. The more you two pitch a fit, the less inclined I am to do anything that you ask of me.

One last thing Nunya, you mentioned all the times Geoffrey and Gordon have insulted my family. You forget that I'm a girl and I've had my pigtails pulled throughout my life. They say these things to illicit a reaction. Sometimes I give it to them. Sometimes I just delete their stupidity. But I know always that there is only one purpose for those comments and that is to rile me. That said, it's not your place to dictate to me how I should feel or what I should do when someone insults my family. I've handled it my way, now how bout minding more of your own business and less of mine.

wow.

I am sorry that you have to deal with all these wacko readers maria. You don't deserve to moderate in this type of forum. Delete them all, ban them all and resume the peace.

love always.

Right on Maria. You and Rosemary have both been very congenial hosts on your blogs. I enjoy 'em.

403
who has been there, done that, got the psychic scars to show for it, glad someone else has taken up the baton.

who may creep into the real name world again someday but for now enjoys the distance it offers.

who still gives big hugs to those who need them at times though.

Pertaining to a line in your post about your dream, not directly but...I've woken myself up giggling to myself over a dream. It's the best feeling.
That line just reminded me is all. Happiness in the smallest things for me, I guess.

I've woken myself up giggling to myself over a dream. It's the best feeling.

I do that regularly. I'll wake myself up in the middle of the night laughing my ass off. I crack up now just thinking about it.

I usually wake myself up telling someone off. I talk like a sailor in my sleep.

Sounds like your day smoothed out Maria. Just in time for turkey. Yippie!

Happy Christmahaunakwanzaaka to ya'll.

403
who will be doing most of the cooking cuz Mrs. 403's pinched nerve in her neck is acting up (tangental reference to another thread about Maria's back pain) No fears!

Thank you 403. (I am feeling a little better) Hope Mrs. 403 feels better soon! A pinched nerve is nothing to shake a stick at. That shit hurts. Best of luck with your cooking!

no no no. it's Happy RamuHanaKwanzMas. get it right. ;-)

We had our share of pain at the 403 house. Mrs. 403 and I were the only married couple present making it a very simple affair. Only five to feed. Our youngest son is divorcing. DIL and GD were at her family's this year. My two divorced brothers were here. So, the men folk were able to commiserate and swap tales of EX hell. It got emotional enough Mrs. 403 had to lay down the "no divorce talk" rule before we sat down to dinner. Ugh.

We made a traditional dinner. I was the designated chef and Mrs 403 was choreographer. However, before family arrived I blew out my back picking up a throw rug while cleaning the kitchen floor (ancient history - L5 S1 herniated disk). We ended up working together to make dinner. Imagine two people holding the counter with one hand, the turkey pan with the other, placing that pan in the oven in a coordinated manner without getting injured. Or mad. I peeled potatoes laying on the floor raising the pan to the sink with a string sling on the handles. Our son set the table when he arrived since neither of us could reach up for the plates in the cupboard. It was an amazing feat and she and I were actually quite proud of ourselves.

After dinner we made phone calls to long distant relatives catching up on other loved ones lives we've lost track of. We compared cellphone plans getting all of us into each others contact list. Brother #2 played show-n-tell with his latest hod rod - a grape purple supercharged V8 Vega - quite the chariot. I could not sit in it but it looked fun. Brother #1 and I gave each other the knowing nod (uh-huh, no way) as brother #2 took his nephew for a putt. Then, after pumpkin pie we had a spirited viewing of "Bush's Brain". Quite enjoyable. We conscripted the help of three able bodied men to do the dishes, and then sent them scurrying home so we could recover. We melted into bed early and are thinking of yesterday quite fondly already. Pass the aspirin and ice pack please.

Now we are celebrating Happy Leftovers Holiday to be followed by ThankGawdTheTurkeysGone Day.

403
who wonders how you are supposed to get the jellied cranberry out of the new cans with the molded nesting bottoms (what a mess I made)

Sorry to hear about your back 403! You guys are champs for getting through that one. Amazing that you managed to pull it off.

You come back to medford and we fuck you up! I will personally throw a phone book at you and have you suck my fat dick.

Thank you for describing Medford for me. I couldn't have provided a better example myself.