About Me
I am in my 50's. Moved from NY to Florida to be with my Grandparents and Mother. My Mom fought very hard to live. I was there at her side all of the time. The hospital she was in was 150 miles away from our homes. I slept in a chair next to her. Had to pay $10.00 a day to park my car in the hospital parking lot and eat in the in the hospital cafeteria. My online business came to a halt as I did not have access to a computer. I started going home and trying to regroup and take care of business in the morning then drive the trip back to Tampa every afternoon. The cost gas was getting the best of me, I racked up miles on my car and needed oil changes more then anyone can imagine. Then still I had the $10.00 parking fee to pay everyday. She had one of the worst operations anyone could have it's called a Whipple. My head was spinning from my Mom's cry's for help. There were times she was on full life support because her blood pressure would fall so low. Money was going down the drain. I would do it all over again there was no choice. I had and wanted to be with her. After a full year she past away. I sold my house for way less then it's value. I lost everyone I loved and needed to get out of The Land Of The Newly Wed and Nearly Dead. Found a old house with 1/4 acre lot all fenced in the South.
My savings is gone, my web orders are not even enough for dailyexpenses or to pay for the hosting fee, Internet connections.
Getting back to the house it came with chickens. Feral Chickens I thought it was nice till they took over the entire yard front and back. I have chicken crap all over the place.
The house also came with some very strange neighbors. One of them came over and with a very happy tone in her voice asked me if I ever had oral sex with my father. My face must have fallen to the floor, my mind kinda spun in disbelief. No I said why would you ask me something like that? Well I did she replied and my brothers had sex with my Mama too. My retarded daughter has sex with my 3rd x husband so I have her on Birth Control. But he's a good man, he has always been there for me.
So now you can see what I have gotten myself into. Story of my life.
I'm from Long Island NY. Italian American..Not an I-talian. I'm Italian. Now in my 50's alone again because during my Mom's illness my man of 10 years (and Yes I must say he was a good Man) The trick word there is He Was. I guess he must have hit a Mid-Life Crisis or Maybe he lost his mind. I wasn't giving him enough attention or what ever other excuse can be used for his behavior. But somehow one day he ran into a 43 year old woman that just got out of a Federal Pen for selling Crack Cocaine to School Bus Drivers from the State of Florida to Michigan. She did 5 years and had a baby while she was in Prison. They met and I guess she fell in love with his 65 year old bald head, liver spots, saggy muscles, and eggs hanging on a nail saggy butt, or maybe it was his money. I'll leave that up to you. She still has 4 more years of Federal Probation and she lives in one of his houses. Must be Love.
I am also the proud owner of my Mothers wonderful dogs. A Pomeranian, A Chihuahua ( I swear he curses at me) and a French Mexican. She is the pup of the Pomeranian and Chihuahua. I also have my dogs. My X's Min Pin that doesn't have a brain to call his own and lives in a small T-Pee in my back hallway, My 2 Pomeranians 1 Black who hates to be brushed he likes that Rastafarian look and drops little black balls of fur all over. The there is my little blond Pom who everyday is like the Movie 50 First Dates. He never remembers who I am. If I leave the room and come back a few minutes later he runs with his tail wrapped under his butt. screaming like I'm killing him. Strange but he did come from the South.
Oh not to mention my cat of 20 years. He's a Maine Coon cat and he has Bottom of the Bowl Syndrome. He goes from water and food bowls all day long making sure that he can't see the bottom. If he does he purposely trips me and runs back to the bowl so I can see.
Last and not least there is Rusty. Rusty is a Goat. He has gotten so big since I moved here he's like a goat on steroids. I can't go out into the yard without a staff like the Shepard's had. Now I know why they had them. He only wants to play but he is very strong. So Rusty sits outside my kitchen door. He had a hut to stay in but he ate it. Yep he ate the hut.
So as time goes on I will divulge some secrets about myself. Give me some time. It will all come out, you'll see. I have some pictures of the animals in the photo section.
Every Paypal Donation over $20.00 will get a gift from me.
History of project
I started this in December of 2010. In the Hopes of Donations. I can't seem to find any kind of Job and I'm not very good at Making Grits. I can cook but humm Grits, well I sortta have the same attitude towards the as My Cousin Vinny.
I am broke right now and I don't see the light at the end of any tunnel. I only see chickens and people who need teeth.
Our users
Our users or Guest as I would like to call You All ( since I'm in the South I thought it would be funny to write it that way) instead of saying You's Guys.
Your all here because you are My Friends and your going to take care of me......"RIGHT" Aren't You's? Ya's are gonna take Care Of ME! Get me Outta Here!
Oh Sign My Guest Book for me. I need Company.