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You Are a Chocolate Cake

Fun, comforting, and friendly. You are a true classic, and while you're not super cutting edge, you're high quality. People love your company - and have even been known to get addicted to you.

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Carnation Milk

This is priceless.
Carnation milk - 65 YEARS AGO .. This is choice!
A little old lady from Wisconsin had worked in and around her family dairy farms since she was old enough to walk, with hours of hard work and little compensation.
When canned Carnation Milk became available in grocery stores in approximately the 1940s, she read an advertisement offering $5,000 for the best slogan. The producers wanted a rhyme beginning with 'Carnation Milk is best of all.'
She thought to herself, I know all about milk and dairy farms. I can do this!
She sent in her entry, and several weeks later, a black limo pulled up in front of her house. A man got out and said, 'Carnation LOVED your entry so much, we are here to award you $2,000 even though we will not be able to use it!'

Back

I'M BACK!!!!!!! WHOOOOOO HOOOOOO! :)

Technical Difficulties

I am currently without internet and will be back on as soon as possible. Please don't forget me!

Sad News: Pillsbury Doughboy

SAD NEWS:

The Pillsbury Doughboy died yesterday of a yeast infection and trauma complications from repeated pokes in the belly. He was 71.

Doughboy was buried in a lightly greased coffin. Dozens of celebrities turned out to pay their respects, including Mrs. Butterworth, Hungry Jack, Betty Crocker, the Hostess Twinkies, and Captain Crunch.

The grave site was piled high with flours.

Aunt Jemima delivered the eulogy and lovingly described Doughboy as a man who never knew how much he was kneaded. Doughboy rose quickly in show business, but his later life was filled with turnovers. He was not considered a very smart cookie, wasting much of his dough on half-baked schemes. Despite being a little flaky at times, he still was a crusty old man and was considered a positive roll model for millions.

Doughboy is survived by his wife, Play Dough, two children, John Dough and Jane Dough, plus they had one in the oven. He is also survived by his elderly father, Pop Tart. The funeral was held at 3:50 for about 20 minutes.

Recovery

Thank you to all who have commented on my post HEEELLLLLPPPP and to answer questions I have a doctor' s appointment tomorrow ( May 1st) with a new family doctor and I start thearpy Monday the 5th with a psychologist to start the road to recovery. In college I got baptized at Centenary United Methodist Church and I attend church whenever I manage to get a Sunday off from work ( which isn't to often). I also wanted to mention that my stories may get random and seem to jump around some on my age. I will write them as I remember them the best that I can. I will basically go into more detail than I did with the 4 part series I did on my mom. I kept that as neutral as I could but I feel I have to let out the truth and put it into writing for my own mental health to heal. So here goes.




I am able to get therapy for next to nothing because of the mental, emotional and physical abuse from my mother. I want to start with the one incident of physical abuse. I was on Indiana State University campus for Upward Bound ( a program to help kids with homework and to look for colleges) for 6 weeks. My mom had a court date that day with my dad either for their divorce or child support. She took a friend with her and she cut through the dorms parking lot and seen me take a drag of a cigarette. I didn't see her till she barrelled out of the car towards me and grabbed my arm & made me take her to my counselers for the program. I managed to get away and headed towards my dorm room. I had an awful feeling this was going to be real bad and so I punched a metal doorway frame and hurt my right hand so I wouldn't hit her and to release my fear and anger at that moment. She got to my room with her friend & my counslers were not far behind. Someone had called campus police at some point. WHat I remember her saying was to pack my clothes and I said no I want to stay. Next thing I know is I'm on the bed in a fetal position with my arms around my head and feeling a punch to the back of my head and 3 or 4 more down the spine of my back. Her friend just sat there and did nothing the counselers made it to the room by the last hit. The campus police also showed up at the same time and escorted me into the hallway. I gave my report and they took her report. She was finally escorted out the building and told to leave and that she would be hearing from Welfare. I was taken to the on campus medical office for the report of the marks and for x-rays of my hand. Eventually we had a family member as a go between to talk till we had to go to counseling together. I finally reliaze that because of her anger at my father that day in court she took it out on me. She usually did. I need to end this one here but more is come in this recovery series of mine.