-sits with globbie reading- Globbie can you take your flippers off my boob rather rude . Show some respect to HLB and her situation.

HeavenLeighBimbo wrote:

Bebe92583 wrote:

I have good insurance no  co-pays -no deductibles even though I am dependent upon insurance connected with SSI benefits but then California has always been noted for its excellent medical insurance for the poor, children, and disabled. all medical services are covered free of charge.The problem is other states don't provide adequate coverage for the poor,children,or disabled. I was on Facebook last night reading the wall of a "friend and I remember feeling extremely angry and her story is a shining example why the poor and disabled in other states don't have adequate coverage. For the sake of anonymity we will call her "Susie" Susie has  had 5 pregnancies ,4 living children and is pregnant with her 6th child all while on Welfare she was wildly posting about "Impeaching" The president for unknown crimes of her choosing and ill informing those who deigned to give her the time of day. that the simple act of charging Obama would strip his pension ,all legislation passed during his term in office etc would be declared null and void......... what angered me was not her lack of education or knowledge that to lose his pension he would have to be convicted of high crimes or misdemeanors. that's par for the course. many don't know the difference.was that she is actually the embodiment of why people are angry about the social welfare system Susie and her husband own a 4 bedroom house yet have been on food stamps medi cal and cash aid since their first child was born 10 years ago She has her pregnancies timed so that the moment the government would require her to go to work or job training when the youngest child reaches age 2 she is pregnant again.Once upon a time Hubby worked for Verizon until he decided he did not want to work and attempted to get disability for "Varicose Veins" which of course was denied.I was so tempted to blast her out of the water and tell her that almost no one who knew the truth about her would give much credibility to anything she had to say . She professes to be "Republican" but yet she is exactly what they are complaining about when they blast social welfare. I am the first to acknowledge and sympathize with her to a point over the loss of her first daughter to a rare genetic Illness as an infant except for the fact that as soon as she found out her daughter would not survive she and hubby immediately  set to work getting pregnant with her 4th child so welfare would not send her to work. her father in law had nerve enough to brag about the success of their efforts  :O end of rant...........Sorry HLB didnt mean to take the floor from you

This story is part of the flip side to the coin that most people can't see. Welfare fraud. As I see you mentioned California, it could also be why the entire state is totally bankrupt. I've seen my share of mothers that play that way with their children in Idaho too. No state is immune from welfare abuse. The sad thing about it, is that it raises the costs for medical care for everyone. Especially those with good insurance, and low deductibles, and low premium rates. the added costs are passed on to the people who play by the rules.  Medical costs have not gone down with the advent of Obama care. Fraud however has also increased, because it pays better than working, in most cases when children are involved.  Obama's dream of universal single payer medical care is a good idea, it just doesn't address the costs involved in caring for people who abuse the system. The bureaucracy also is why it is failing to win the hearts of actual taxpayers towards it's support.  If a plan doesn't eliminate the fraud at all levels, it will never be viable for a long term future.  SSI will be bankrupt too, by the time I am 64. I will likely never see a single worthless dime I paid into the system since I was 14 years old.

In a way, it is good for me to spend my cash right now while it still has some value and has already been taxed. I got more value for my money towards my medical care, because it wasn't filtered through so many hands, and bureaucracy.

 Think about how Greece got itself in the financial mess, that has the entire EU in a panic.  The story of California and several other states, and the entire nation of America is nearly the exact same thing. To many people who have to rely on the government for survival. Nobody wants a pay-cut. People can't even get into bank accounts now in Greece. Governments end up printing inflated money to pay those debts eventually. Without serious social change in America, this nation will look like a 2nd world nation in 40 years.

 Spend your children's inheritance now, while it still can buy something and you have access to it.  LOL

Ironically California is not bankrupt......and in fact has a surplus for the first time in years! Governor Brown has always been noted for his solid fiscal planning in past terms  as Governor in the 1970's this time around is no different with him.he closed crazy loop holes that actually paid business to leave the state among other things he also reduced legislators pay while raising minimum wage to $10.00 an hour among other wise pieces of legislation he has signed.these things have come together in putting more money in the state treasury. The most recent major signing mandates that all children must be vaccinated before entering the public school system in California.This will ultimately cut health care costs because it will ensure that children receive preventative health care and any health issue can be found and dealt with at the routine medical check up by pediatricians and family healthcare providers rather than require the costly intervention of a specialist later. I run a support group on Facebook for COPD/Emphysema and I can tell you that in spite of Obama Care and the good it does some states have opted out and they provide NOTHING for chronically ,seriously ill individuals unless they have been declared "disabled" by the Social Security Administration the problem with this is it removes people from the work force years before they would have to leave due to the progression of the disease process.In doing so the care once again skyrockets because COPD can be maintained on medication for years before it progresses towards the end of life needs. the average life span after diagnosis with COPD/Emphysema  is 14 years if no secondary condition exists.I was diagnosed in 2008 but was symptom free until 2013 from Emphysema my problems were coming from  secondary health issues CHF and Nueromuscular disease that is still undergoing tests now the Emphysema has progressed to the final stage but even so medication and oxygen are keeping it in check. Nebraska is an opt out state and people there are suffering from chronic yet treatable illnesses.They cite costs yet opt out thus denying genuinely ill people medications and other stabilizing treatment.We need to have a serious defrauding of the government and its programs.

The Drive for COPD, is very well advertised here. every 30 minutes on the radio.  It was very informative to read your point of view about the disease.  It is an issue that certainly needs to be addressed in America. I think your doing the best thing though, by being active with the COPD community.
 
We can't really effect a change in the way our governments think, and plan for the general population. The bureaucracy is to firmly footed into it's very core existence of self preservation at the expense of the general population.

HeavenLeighBimbo wrote:

The Drive for COPD, is very well advertised here. every 30 minutes on the radio.  It was very informative to read your point of view about the disease.  It is an issue that certainly needs to be addressed in America. I think your doing the best thing though, by being active with the COPD community.
 
We can't really effect a change in the way our governments think, and plan for the general population. The bureaucracy is to firmly footed into it's very core existence of self preservation at the expense of the general population.

COPD,Diabetes etc are widely addressed in California as well but the OPT out States end up burdening those states that went with Obama care  as their poor,chronically ill but treatable citizens are left with little choice but to relocate to a state that  will provide for the uninsured/under insured individuals.this of course places financial burden and bureaucracy on the doorstep of neighbor states.Our congressional reps don't feel the pinch no it is the average citizen who feels it. remember Congress buys gas for 28 cents a gallon,has had a pay RAISE of 27,000  dollars and gets free state of the art healthcare along with  a huge number of other perks so self indulgence along with self preservation is the name of their game.meanwhile back on citizens row we have endured cuts to the Social Programs,Rising taxation of the poverty stricken. yet another turn down from Congress to RAISE federal MINIMUM wage.The last minimum wage raise at the federal level was in 1997. cuts to housing programs designed to address  homelessness and the list goes on as to why Joe poverty stricken citizen is applying the five finger discount at the local Walmart. it isn't hard to see why crimes such as shoplifting and the like are rising. people aren't stealing luxury items they are stealing basics like food and hygiene items.

I'm back....  sort of...

The last couple days have been difficult from a pain stand-point. Pain medication doesn't seem to affect me except adversely. It's the side effects that I want to talk about today.  I've never taken pills before, not even aspirin, nothing.  I hear all this talk about people getting addicted to pain pills in the news, and such, and I always thought 'the high', must be good to risk freedom for it.  To feel 'the high' first hand for the first time, for me has been nothing of the sort.
  The side effect, being I can't think.  Writing for me begins in my head as a thought, and I've had No thoughts whatsoever, for the past 2 days. 
The dumb'ing down of America is complete.

I woke up with a clear head this morning.  Still hurting, but breathing better.  What does this hurt bimbo do, when she can't drive anywhere or really do anything productive?  I went into 'FASHION MODE'.  Changing clothes 6 times yesterday.  So far  I've changed twice just this morning.

 I had a very beautiful sunrise to watch today.  My neighbors wife Jackie, saw me wandering around, and came over to ask me a question.  She asked me if she looked orange.  Hah ha, she really did, and I instantly knew that she had tried one of those self tanning lotions.  This began a fun morning for the girls to play.  I smoothed out her self-tan, with some of my luminescent body lotions. She  was looking amazing. She had a family get-together to attend later this afternoon, so wanted to look her best.  I sent her home to change clothes however, because I wanted to dazzle and challenge her too.  I like to wear very unique outfits, when playing with Jackie. We have a sort of competition going on between us. Who can look the best in a tramp-slut style.  We even are the same size so we help each other out in our fashion games, which is half the fun for me. I wanted to dress in a style that I think of when she describes her family to me.

  She was looking very stunning in her pleated plaid micro-skirt when she arrived back at my house. That was about all I saw, when I first looked at her when she walked into the room. She has some great legs.  When she took a look at me she broke out laughing so hard, I hurt myself trying not to laugh too. We looked like we could have been twin sisters.  My skirt was the same style, but gingham pattern.  Where she chose just a cute jeweled tank top, and no bra. I chose something very Hill-billy, trailer-park USA,Kentucky,rural,QT pie. Just an unbuttoned jeans-vest, and two very strategically placed braids I put on the sides of my head to drape down my chest and hold the vest to my chest when the wind would blow.

    Little girls never really grow out of playing dress-up.

Jackie thought I looked adorable.  She said she remembered as a little girl seeing other little girls dressed just like me back in Texas, where she grew up.
She was amazed at how my vest hug's my breasts the way it does.   It's actually cut to wrap around them, and gravity holds it in place.  Still have to be very careful how you move, but I can manage just fine.  She invited me to come along, but  I had to turn down the party.  I'm still not ready for that.  Besides, I'm trying to avoid getting churned up in the rumor mill.  Jackie and I have history, together.  I really shouldn't dress and then play with her in public.  I may enjoy being with her to much, for my heart to handle.  She seems to be teasing me, and I can't stop teasing her back.  Yet, were neighbors and friends and the sexual tension is extreme, whenever we are next to each other.  I try to make that whenever possible.  I really want to go to that party but I know that I would end up flirting with her endlessly because it is our 'game'.  D:

  Being with her in public is complicated however.  Her entire focus becomes me and I actually enjoy her attentions, to a point.  Her family including her husband has seen this change in her.  Her family thinks it's just because we are long time friends. I know it is something else between us, and I guess I feel guilt, but I don't know what for.(maybe) The way we look at, and talk to, each other in public?

 Jackie really should stay my private and personal friend, She is so different when we are just 1 x 1. We are like professional twins at those times.  That's the Jackie I love. She sure has a way of making me feel so special.  She was totally worth a couple broken ribs too.  I really love her and her daughter and sons.

Well, I've had an interesting weekend to say the least...

On Friday, the girls and I went to a music festival in London to drink and dance all day in the sunshine with glitter on our faces. There was a roller disco there, so we decided (whilst very, very tipsy) that it would be a fantastic idea to have a go. I somehow only managed to fall on my arse once, even though I am absolutely rubbish at things like that. (There's actually some truth to the name "Bambi", since I have huge eyelashes and these long, uncontrollable legs. When I skate, I'm like a baby deer trying to walk for the first time. Bambi on ice, literally). There was even an amazing pop-up gay bar at the festival where we sipped on pornstar martinis and danced with drag queens. Oh, and I also had the best drunk hot dog of my life. Beaut.

We loved it so much that we bought last minute tickets for the second day, but they didn't arrive in time. I had them posted to my dad's place in London and couldn't get in the place cause he was out and forgot to leave me a key. When I was sat waiting for the post, some of his neighbours invited me in to sit with them. They were actually a group of really nice gents and a lady, pre-loading on alcohol for a day trip to Brighton (A small seaside city not too far from London, which is commonly known as the gay capital of Britain). They poured me gin and skittlebombs (cointreau mixed with redbull), for a couple of hours until they had to leave. Drinking with some wonderful strangers at 11am was a surprising and totally refreshing part of my weekend!

I figured by this point the festival tickets weren't arriving, so went out for some Vietnamese food with my friend instead. A few cocktails later, we decided to get ourselves dolled up and head to an afterparty that she really wanted to go to. It was held at this venue where the guy I've been seeing (for quite some time now) works as a bartender. I didn't have to pay for a single drink all night, and while I was chatting to my favourite boy at the bar she was moping about a guy that wouldn't reply to a very naughty text she sent (he was asleep I think).

My friend started smiling again when she ended up being chatted up by a suave, smartly dressed man who had just come from the VIP section. Another gent with that group started talking to me. (Yes - I am this girl's wingwoman) The one I'm chatting with tells me he's the manager of this place and I tell him I know one of his bartenders "pretty well...". He definitely read the look on my face when I said it and wanted me to spill the beans, so we ended up going outside for a cigarette and a chat. He ends up expressing how much respect and admiration he seems to have for my guy and his incredible work ethic - it's just absolutely heartwarming to hear.

He also knows him pretty well and understood completely that we were in a somewhat complicated relationship (the boy works two different jobs seven days a week to make ends meet, and I've only just graduated from university, currently looking for a proper job in my own field so I can move out) - We're so busy and focussed on getting our own shit together that it's not the right time to try and settle down, to make a go of things properly. His manager also expressed a few concerns for him, saying he needed "a good woman who would take care of him" and asked me if I was capable of that. He also questioned why "such a pretty girl" would stick with something so complicated, when I could "pretty much have any guy in the room" if I wanted. He definitely caught me rolling my eyes at that comment! I felt a little like I was being tested or something, it was sort of amusing.

So I explained what this boy was to me, to someone else who knows him pretty well: I spoke about how we were close friends above anything else, and how he was there for me always - from the very first night we met almost 5 years ago, when I was having an argument with my abusive (now ex) boyfriend and ended up drinking myself into a mess and crying. He was the guy to take me back to his, dry my tears and make me a cup of tea. He was also someone who helped me through my break up, when I became depressed and didn't feel like I could carry on. Six months after that break-up, I still struggled to come to terms with getting out of such an abusive relationship - He encouraged me and told me how much stronger I was slowly becoming, and promised me that in six months time I would be even stronger. We both realised we were actually really into each other that night (three years ago) and had a bit of a cute flirtationship for a while before finally getting together for the first time (two and a half years ago - almost exactly six months later from our talk that night!). He has since then taken care of me when I was sick, been consistently supportive throughout my degree, and when I was heartbroken that my dad had left home, he let me stay at his place for a week: I would go to work (I had a job in London at the time), and come home to him cooking me dinner. We'd drink gin and tonic whilst listening to old motown songs together, then later curl up on the sofa and watch The Goonies or something like that. When I explained all of this to his manager in this kind of strange impromptu (tipsy) heart to heart, he said to me "He's really been there for you. And you really love him and care about him a lot don't you? The way you look at him, it's obvious"

Ugh. Fine: Yes, I am in love - I'm finally going to admit it.

I came back to find my friend in the VIP section with the guy I'd left her with, and spent some time with their group before noticing how much their tongues were down eachother's throats, then realising my wingwoman-ing work here was done. I had a word with him about taking care of her, before bidding them both adeiu and heading back with my bartender boy to his place. My friends think it's odd that I have the patience for a guy who I can only really see at unpredictable hours during his downtime from working (and also when I'm not busy too). He can occasionally be tired, grouchy and seem a little sad about things in life during these times we spend together, but I get to be there to kiss it all better, listen to him laugh and see him smiling again. I woke up in the morning to find him still fast asleep with his arms wrapped around me and it was gorgeous. It always makes me happy to see him getting some decent rest, because I know he really needs it (even more than I need to wake him up for morning sex).

I watched him suit up to go to work, and we got on the train together since we were headed in the same direction. I don't know when we'll get to see each other again, which makes me a little bit sad. I asked him to promise me he'd take good care of himself, and kissed him goodbye. It was bittersweet, like every other time we've parted ways.

Oh and my HUGE hangover kicked in a little later, when I had a two hour car journey to move all of my belongings out of my student flat. Reality sure did come along to slap me out of my giddy loved-up daydream. It always bloody does.

It was so nice to read about someones happy affair with love and friendship.  I wish I could fall in romantic love like Bambie described.

  I suppose I did, once upon a long time ago, but somehow all my notions about love have been tainted over time.  Romantic novels are popular for women to read, maybe because it is a life that most only dream about.  Read that; or all of the sad and depressing news in the newspapers of young lovers killing each other, and children now too in sudden fit's of true rage. The struggle to just live, is ruining love for so many people who get caught in a frustrating and hopeless world. Getting drunk with total strangers does seem to be therapeutic to me too if talking to the right people. Putting into a tangible perspective a persons base motivation or feelings I may have.
 I loved reading Bambie's love story. I could feel her smile through her words. The romantic memories have just begun for you, and that is exciting for sure.  I hope you have many more interesting weekends to share with the pub.

I just got unexpected news. A house I have in the southern USA just sold.  I put it on the market just 2 months ago planning on forgetting about it for a while.
 I need to go to town to pick up the money, and I'm scared too.  It was always a dream of mine, to hold an investment like that and for the dream to be over and see my reward is not as sweet as I thought it would be.  I always expect to much, and hate being disappointed.

              coming from a
kid who refused to participate in Christmas.

The drive is going to drive me insane.

I got back , quite pleased with the events.

Something strange I noticed about myself.  I feel like shopping, when I feel sad.  I also go shopping when very happy.
  I went shopping today, and I don't know why.

Why do I write about my life like this?????

  Jackie, did something strange today. She sent her 6 year old boy to my ranch.  A frightened little boy with a story.
 He calls me, J'olly Rancher" for good reason.......
' A little boy got me to run.........'''
 Interference...
for Jackie, I tossed my ass into the fray.
   I tolerate abuse, as far as I can spit.  How can I begin to describe negative emotions? 
                                                                          I went totally angel on everyone.

  I took the baby, and walked away, and screamed at the couple to fix the hormones.  I took all the children into my home, and fed them without permission. Both mother and father, wilted to my DEMAND.  A fight wasn't the children's problem, or mine and 9mm in force.
  I was being a GOOD GIRL.
  The 3 children got a private security force, upon my orders.  GURRR  !!!!!!!!! 
     Bullets didn't fly today, thank GOD.   

Sorry about the Capital letters !!!!  I was on edge.  I sent him AWAY.

  Excitement, or pity.......
Indeed I only want to cry right now.    I hate sexual dramas.

This is how I became a babysitter today..............

Bimbo

On a personal level,  I don't understand why men and women FIGHT. 
My husband and I never fought like what I'm seeing in 2015... Young people failing just totaling, to be accepted by a lover (?).
  I know as a lesbian,  I could steal Jackie in an instant.  Bank account not included.  So a man doesn't even have a chance, because of his  hurt-full motivation.  What can she have?  A sperm donor she met in a bar........    Yeah,     well I knew her , long before insemination.

I really dislike American men, of the low class. 98% because most can't even be a real man.  The other 1% is just as pathetic and worse being 'gang members' or Corporate engendered FOOLS.

 Where is prince charming?  Sleeping in my spare bedrooms.  GURRRRRRRR      Babies don't need to see fathers acting as such in their own homes.

   Just saying' A male 'role model' Didn't do a male-child any favors today.

Heavenly Scored:
tears,
Endurance,
faith,
hope,
and even love for someone who is trapped in a sexual puzzle. 
    Jackie is 28 years old,  and still just a girl, in the world..............
  I pity her,  but would never say it to her personally.
     Her children are the only ones I can justify my protection.  Jackie needs to live her LIFE.  All is good, that way.

i put the babies to bed.  and screamed, at a fool called 'daddy'
    Love sucks rocks.    The  most ugly ones seem to be masterpieces of SHIT. He ran away when I STOOD UP TO HIM,............ To what goal, i don't give a shit about..... Jackie is mine, from the moment we played DEAD together. She listened to me and during that moment, saved our lives.
  She is special to me because even though she didn't know me at the time,  she understood a plan. !!!!!!    ( NOT RECOMMENDED BEHAVIOR)

   Is there a New Way to be a woman, in 2015?
Hummmmmmmm
I DARED HER HUSBAND TO KNOCK ME over........
  The babies are resting peacefully because this fight he wasn't going to win.....  Babies are my turning point, and not to be MESSED with.
  He walked his drunk ass OFF.  Thank GOD.  My ribs couldn't take a punch right now....
  I was totally 'Bluffing' him, like a good game of 'poker' for a million dollars.    I would have shot him in the leg if I had too........  Hahahaaaaa. 
Ouch , how 'Pussy' of my intentions.....  D:  " kicked his Rocks off, and blended them, into pudding".
 Ehh,  just poetic words....... in a PUB.
 He walked away because of My LOVE, and fear of what I can do with a single word too my friends..........    He had my chest to hit and kill me instantly......... 
                                                                  He didn't dare.
Love fights was not my problem,  and  he respected my STAND.
 barbarians ...  lolrof 
 I only sided with the children, and took them to heart to keep them safe. 
             I can't fix adults, and the sexual problems they may have.

I just had to hold a 29 day old newborn girl in one arm,  and a weapon in the other hand.     
It tends to make me crazy.  Jackie was the only one who the baby would not begin to cry with............
 Me and her  for weeks.....
      Talking to her tummy...... 
           In tears, about LOVE.  I sang for the baby, and mother.   How do I step Back NOW?

 ( i wish her man was doing better, but.... boys will be boys)
 I'll keep kicking little boys with all the gifts I have at my disposal.


  I kept a 29 day old infant, today,  for a 24 hour hold...... and a six year old boy, so a couple could FIGHT.   
OUCH.  It sux's to be me because the hold is not over,  and I adore holding the baby...............
   This is my GAME damb-it.    I hate talking about something so personal as a baby, to me....

I'm totally pissed off at a man right now..........  It a good thing he has never touched my ass.....