Boys White Buck Shoes

Me and my girlfriend lie together. I'm 39 with a 12 year old daughter. She's 37 with two sons, 14 and 12. The boys share a room and my daughter has her own room. This past weekend my daughter was with her mom and her mom is gonna drop her off at school. While getting dressed I walked to the bathroom to find my girl's oldest son using my bathroom cleaner cleaning his shoes. I told him to put the cleaner up and if he wanted his shoes white he need to put them in the dirty clothes so they could be washed. My girl then jumps up saying that I need to do the same thing with my daughter. Yes, her room can be a mess at times and I do make her clean it. Not one time has my girl ever ever told the kids to clean their room. She could care less. As long as they're not in her way or she doesn't have to live in their mess she's fine.

But the minute I step up and make them clean their room (the boys) then it's an issue. "If you are gonna talk to my boys like that then you need to do the same with your daughter. As the woman in the house I would expect her to want to take the lead when it comes to my daughter. But she doesn't. She feels like my family would come down on her if she says something to my daughter. I've told her they don't live with us.

Now on the flip side, she took some clothes out of the closet because she couldn't wear them anymore. They havce been sitting on the back of the sofa for nearly 3 - 4 weeks because she said she's gonna take them to a consignment shop to sell. Personally I've been just telling her to take them to Goodwill or the Salvation Army but she wants to make a few bucks on them. That's why they've been sitting on the back of the sofa.

I guess her boys got their ways from their momma.

sounds like you should have a chat to her....maybe you already have...but yeh cos if somethings bugging you then you gotta tell her otherwise how can you make the relationship work?
maybe tell her if she doesnt do the clothes soon that youll take care of it and take to the salvos...its a better alternative anyway
good luck

2008-11-10 04:08:26 by Unlucky In Love

Buck Billo and Maxi sing "Chattanogie Shoe Shine Boy" by Red Foley. Red Foley was one of the biggest stars in country during the post ...

(I asked this before, but it didn't post the whole story...)
This is a story I started writing two days ago...should I finish it and would you read it...? (and yes...the main character is not African-American, make them whatever race you wish in your mind...) and the defensive attitude is going somewhere and YES, some people do live in non culturally diverse areas...
Or is this a sexist piece of trash?

He slammed the door. Man, did his life suck. He sighed and slid down the door. “AHH!” A splinter dug into his back. What the heck was going on? He pushed himself off of the door and threw down his bag. He stalked to the kitchen. He flung open the fridge. Empty. Like usual. He had the big bucks and couldn’t even remember to buy food. He turned around and stalked toward the bathroom to wash off. If he was going out, he might as well smell and be fresh.

The light was on and he heard water running.

WHAT?

It’d be nice if he actually had a significant other to come home to and slip in the shower with. He bent down and took off his shoes. He looked around for a weapon. Nothing. Typical. He tip toed back to the kitchen and grabbed a butcher knife out of the knife-holder. He tip-toed back to the bathroom. The water was off. He heard someone rubbing a towel across themselves. Skin touched cloth. He heard a satisfied sigh. It sounded like a girl! He peered in the doorway. The silhouette was of a girl…no…woman! Man, what a body! If only the face matched the body.

“Excuse me? I don’t know what you’re doing in my shower, but I have a knife and I’m ready to use it as soon as you step out.”

The shower curtain screeched to reveal an angry face.

A striking, beautiful face. A chocolate…she was BLACK! Man! He’d never been involved with a black girl and definitely wasn’t this close to seeing one in such a…compromising situation…

“What would your defense be? I’d rip it out and cut off your non-existent balls if you did. Is this how you treat all of your guests? Or just the black ones?” “Guest? I don’t know who the heck you are! And if you ripped it out, you’d die!”

Her face scrunched even more in anger. “TRUST me, you wouldn’t hit anything important.”

“Well? Who ARE you?”

“Who are you yelling at? Your dog?”

“I’d rather you be my…”, he thought. He was that close to letting it fly off his tongue. “I’m sorry. But I just don’t know who you are or what you’re doing taking a shower in my house. It’s a freakin’ recession and here you are running up my water bill.”

“Bryan told me I could. He unlocked the door for me.” BRYAN. What did this…Ahh…Bryan did mention something about having a black girl. Said she was smart too. Obviously not smart enough if she came to his house. Her amazing intellect couldn’t save her from what he wanted.

A mischievous smile crept on his face.

“I don’t know what you’re thinking, but you better WIPE that smile off your face.”
He was brought back to reality. Had he given himself away that easily? He wasn’t going to try anything stupid, but he had a feeling he could persuade her to his side. Wait. This was his best friend’s girl. What was he thinking? Thinking what every guy thinks every 30 seconds. No brainer there.

“I’m sorry. Bryan did mention you, but you could have at least left a note.”

“A NOTE? Saying WHAT? ‘I’ll be in the shower, Brittany’? Just that smile from 3 seconds ago shows I’m right.”

Brittany. He expected a LaQuonda or Kineisha. He smiled.

“You expected LaTonya?”

He half-laughed and then caught himself as he faked it into a cough.

“Well, I should let you…yeah…”, He blushed and stepped back out, tripping over the knife he had dropped in his shock at her being black.

“Ha HA!”, she cackled. “Look at white boy about to stab himself!”

He blushed and stormed out, slamming the door behind him.

“Yay-ay-ay-ay-ay…oh oh-Oh! I ne-ed to find…” He stopped to listen to the sounds of what he discovered was a soulful songtress in his house. Man. He could fall asleep to her voice.
“…in their dreams…thinking just of me-ee..”

Dreams? Shoot! He’d be seeing her in his daydreams!

Man, that voice was really something. Not his style of music, but he could handle it. Especially this song.

“…when I’m away. …mmm hmm hmm mm mm… can’t wait to kiss me…”

Was she reading his mind? Man, would he do all of those things for her. This was his kinda song!

The bathroom door opened. “Oh! Trying to scare me into dropping my towel? Sorry, I’m fully dressed.” “Uh…no…I just…uh…you have a beautiful voice.

She stopped. Looked at him. Hard. “T..thank you.”
What was wrong with her? Hadn’t anyone complimented on her voice before? Oh…She was probably shy. She didn’t know he had heard.

“You should try out for American Idol.” “Do I look like a rail-thin “Idol “ to you?” He looked her up and down. She was abundant where his previous girls had been lacking. “You know, not all guys are into the “Feed the Children” look.”

She glared at him and suddenly out laughing. “That was good…so what is my host’s name?”

“Host? You’re spending the night?” Ouch. Did he really just say that? “Uh…besides, didn’t that big gospel dude win a while back?”

If she could have turned red, she would have. “FIRST of all, his name isn’t Big Gospel Dude! It’s Rueben Studdard and so you’re saying if he can win, a fat cow like me would be a shoo-in, huh? WOW. WOW. Thanks. I don’t even know you and I already hate you. You know what? I don’t WANT to know your name. Out of my way, and NO pervert, I wasn’t going to spend the night. I HAVE a man.”

“Thhh…yeah, a lot of girls
...have a man too. Yours.”

She flung around. The way her curls bounced, it had to be fake hair. Probably from a horse’s poop chute.

“Wow. You really wanted to hit me where it hurts huh? And what now? Am I supposed to fall into your arms and you comfort me as you feel up on me? It sounds like a straight-to-DVD movie. Grow up!”

She choked back tears.

She stormed to the door and closed it so hard, everything in the room rattled. A vase his grandmother had hand sculpted fell and made love to the floor. There were so many pieces; it might as well have been sand.

The door opened. “HA! I’m glad…sniff…I broke something, only an a-hole like you would break a stranger’s heart. Sniff…and SO GOD HELP ME, if you’re lying!”

She slammed the door a second time. He flinched, waiting for something else to break.

Nothing did.

He looked around the room and sighed.
He looked up at the ceiling.

He folded his arms.

“What? I’m not going after her.”
So that's it...I'm calling it "Cookie Jar", makes no sense now, but if you like it so far, I'll continue it and the title will make sense...thanks for reading and post whatever you feel!

That is the most ridiculous story I have ever read. I didn't like it at all. Don't worry about finishing...it wasn't creative at all.

2009-05-06 07:48:40 by Ralphy J.

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I know there are a lot of people who would say a lot of these bands are good but what im looking for is someone to tell me which bands are famous and made well known songs or one hit wonders. Just name the band. You don't have to name the song. Thank you everybody.

The Cab
Cartel
Cauterize
Chixdiggit
Cinematic Sunrise
Cobra Starship
The Copyrights
Cute Is What We Aim For
The Cellophanes

Daggermouth
Delay
Delux
Descendents
Diffuser
Digger
División Minúscula
The Dollyrots
The Donnas
Donots
Driving East
Dropout Year
Dynamite Boy

The Ergs!
Even in Blackouts
Every Avenue
Everyday Sunday
Fenix TX
The Fight
Fight Fair
Finley
Fireworks
FM Static
The Fold
Forever the Sickest Kids
# Four Year Strong
The Friday Night Boys
Framing Hanley
Generation X
Ghoti Hook
Gob
Goldfinger
Goodnight Nurse
Groovie Ghoulies
Guttermouth

Hagfish
Hawk Nelson
Hey Monday
Hidden in Plain View
Hit the Lights
Home Grown
Houston Calls

Ian Erix

The Jam
Jet Lag Gemini
June

Koopa
Karate High School
Kids in Glass Houses
Kisschasy

Lagwagon
Left Front Tire
The Leftovers
Less than Jake
The Lillingtons
Lights Out Dancing
Lucky 7
Lucky Boys Confusion
Lustra

Madcap
Manges
Marianas Trench
The McRackins
Melody Fall

Mest
Midtown
Millencolin
Motion City Soundtrack
The Movielife
MxPx

Name Taken
New Found Glory
New Years Day
No Use for a Name
Not by Choice
NoWayOut

Osker
One Buck Short
Over It

Panda
Paramore
Permanent Me
Plain White T's
Pointed Sticks
Punchline

Quietdrive
The Queers

Ramones
The Red Jumpsuit Apparatus
Riddlin' Kids
Rufio

Saves the Day
Scenes from a Movie
Scuba Dice
Screeching Weasel
Set Your Goals
Showoff
Short Stack
Simple Plan
Sing it Loud
Slick Shoes
Son of Dork
Southcott
SR-71
Stars Don't Fall
The Starting Line
Stellar Kart
Student Rick
Sugarcult
The Summer Obsession
Surf Punks

Teen Idols
Teenage Bottlerocket
There for Tomorrow
Treble Charger

The Unlovables
Unwritten Law

Valencia

Wakefield
Wheatus
The Wonder Years


You Me At Six

cobra starship w/ good girls go bad
cartel w/ honestly
plain white t's- 1234
simple plan- a bunch of songs
sugarcult
red jumpsuit apparatus- face down
paramore- misery buisiness
cute is what we aim for- practice makes perfect
forever the sickest kids- hey brittany and woah

those are the most famous i would say

2010-02-21 19:33:25 by john24601ny

Remember what it was like when T.V. used to sign off?



Remember watching the last few minutes of signed off T.V. waiting for
Sesame
Street to begin?



Remember when one T.V. channel was all you needed, and a remote was
unheard
of and you used to be happy when yuh picking up channel nine?



Remember when Dominic Kalipersad was the man on TV from 7pm and you used
to
wish news was never a show?



Remember when Judy Alcantara and Allyson Hennesey used to come on the TV
every day around lunch time?



What about de weatherman Robin Maharaj?



Remember when Channel 6 come on de air, how that was like the biggest
thing
on TV?



Remember when a Donkey Kong or an Atari game was cool?



Remember when chicken and chips was Kentucky and you always wanted a
Kentucky kids pack to get a Jo Jo dollar?





Remember pitchin' marbles, pickin' mangoes, peltin' stones, shooting
caps
guns, checkin' guavas for worms, flyin' kite, lightin' flambo, bussin
bamboo, runnin' races?



Remember home work?



Remember when as soon as you reach on the beach you want to run in de
water
fast fast? Remember when yuh wanted to see how deep yuh could dig a hole
in
de sand and if you could reach water?



Remember when walking arm in arm (sober) with a guy wasn't gay?



Remember when it was no big deal to kiss your father and your mother's
lipstick stayed on your face for the whole day of school? (Fuh real with
the
lipstick shit!!)



Remember Alladin lunch kits and Trinpad copy books that had the national
anthem and "I solemnly pledge" on the inside cover?



Remember snakes and ladders, ludo, chinese checkers, go to pack, suck
the
well, rounders, red light green light one two three, I spy, scooch and,
kiss
catch- girls catch the boys (never wanted to get caught, but deep inside
wanted to get kissed).



Remember Star Wars, Buck Rogers, Star Trek, MacGyver, Equaliser, Simon
and
Simon, Super Friends, the adventures of Batman and Robin, Teen Talent,
Scouting for Talent, Twelve and Under, pick a pan in Mastana Bahar, No
Boundaries, Turn of the Tide.



What about Ralph Maharaj in Cross Country?



Remember Wendell Constantine in Party Time? G-Force, Terror Hawks, Super
Gran, Star Fleet, He-Man, Street Hawk, Fall Guys. A-Team, even the old
people shows like Knots Landing, Falcon Crest and JR and Bobby in Dallas
and
as much as I hate to admit it- Circle Square? (I used to love Circle
Square
J)



What about when Kiskidee Caravan was the biggest concert out. Dan it up,
Shot call, Ambush and Edoo Edoo pom pom. (bloy bloy)



Remember when an RX 7 was de coolest car. When yuh see a black RX 7 it
was
always de Knight Rider car. What about those Knight Rider lights?



Remember when Cinema was the big lime, south people remember going
Gulf City to go in de cinema upstairs?



Remember when Chinese Laundry dub tapes or rhythm nation, Dr Hyde was
most
wanted. Remember when Papa Rocky was a big time DJ?



Remember when de only soca tune yu liked was "Dey say ah too young for
soca,
oy yoo yoyy dey making joke" and roll up de tassa, and Sparrow's never
eat a
white meat yet. Oh gawdd, what about bump and wine?



Wait Wait, what about Nelson's Soca Daddy (She fall and ... she uh uh)?



Remember when the only two ladies you knew who used to sing Calypso was
Denyse Plummer and Drupatee? Never did you think ayyy we going to see a
sexy
woman on stage! (That is just wrong)



What about acid wash or stone wash jeans or hood tops with Malcolm X on
it?
(cyah cyah, fuh real!)



Girls what about jeans with all dem fancy patches on it and yuh wearing
big
belt too and shoes with fancy colour lacing?



Remember when shorts for girls used to reach all by they knee and you
would
be like "she looking nice"?



What about Rikki Tikki and Uncle Ian who used to draw all kind of lines
and
say this is the sun and that is the forest? Remember shouting
"HELLOOOOOOOOOOOO!" into d TV believing with all your heart that d Rikki
Tikki in-studio audience could hear you???? LOL!!!!



Remember when goin Intercol was the biggest lime after school? Either
yuh
looking to go Skinner Park or in de Stadium.



What about those two to eight limes? Or when hanging by the video arcade
was
cool?



What about the Penal Convent bazaars or the Fatima College dances?
(Dread!
Fuh real! May Fiesta.)



Remember when going in the direction after Hilton was like going on some
hike in some weird area? Never heard about Coconuts then?



The only reason you going around the savannah was to go in the zoo or by
de
botanic gardens.



Remember wanting to catch the maxi with the biggest sounds?



Remember when "race" was a word used to describe a running competition,
"colour" was used to describe yuh water paints or yuh drawing book and
religion was remembering the "our father" and "thank you for the food we
eat"?


Remember when a fight was a few hard cuff and ended with a simple sorry?



Remember when disease was the cold, starvation was a belly ache, a cold
drink was a big red, a solo or a tall pepsi and how high you got
depended on
who was pushing the swings?



Remember when the Prime Minister was just a name in Social Studies and
politics was just a word in your spelling book? (Remember the Students
Companion????)



Remember when guns were full of water and knives were made of plastic?



Do you remember....... my Trini people?

I think we were born in the same decade...I remember all those things and more.

Remember Intercol (CIC, we want a goal!)
For TV shows - don't forget Meditation and Sugar Cane Arrows (with chunkalounks David Rudder!)
Remember Machel Montano in a diaper and with a giant baby bottle (dey say ah too young to soca..)
Remember singing all dem parang songs and not knowing what the hell you were singing about (que rede, que rede, la Pascualidad...)

Thanks for the memories!

2006-07-12 05:51:23 by Baby Girl

okay i am not good in writing at all. But i was given an assignment to write a short story. i have come up with the title of blood and honey. the main character in my story is Rogers who is double faced married man. He is a good and a bad guy.I want he cheats on his wife becomes a murderer.abusive to other women. goes to church every sunday loves his family.an kids educated.charming an all. he is married to a sensitive woman who is very strict.attractive.educated doenst have a work.he prefers staying at home etc etc. there are three 3 kids in this family two gals and a boy.
Anyways i don have much of ideas i ws hoping that you guys might help/ I want thius main charcter to end up in jail and alone..how will that happen?pls help and i also have no idea how to turn this man into a murderer..and yes theer is another woman in his life maggie she abandons her while she was carrying his child though he didnt know...he then comes to know about this when the woman is in hospital dying....i also have no idea on how will the wife find out that his huban had been cheating on her...please help me. Here is a lil bit extract of how i had started..feel free to correct me as that will help me alot. Thank you

"Although it had been a winter of more than usual rain and mist, the sun was shining on that morning. Rogers woke up at 6am and looked at the woman who was asleep in the bed next to him. Her thick blonde hair ruffled untidily as she slept “She is much more beautiful when she’s asleep…but what a shame!” He said to himself. He knew so little about her but that didn’t bother him a bit, the less he knew the better.
She was 17 years old and was working as a babysitter. She was tall, slim and had a great body with beautiful green eyes to drive any man crazy. Maggie which was her name had always been sad. Her parents died when she was only three and nobody in her family wanted to take care of her as a result she was raised up in an orphanage with complete strangers. Strangers who she believed were her only family until the past two months when she was forced to move out from the orphanage and to take care of herself. She had never been to school yet she knew how to read and write but that was not enough to get her a good job which pays well as a result she ended up being a maid at some rich family house. The job didn’t pay well but at least she had a place to rest her head.
Rogers and Maggie met a week ago at a small restaurant. It was love at the first sight for Maggie she had never been in love before but she was now. She could not resist those blue eyes of Rogers and his merry smile when he came towards her asking how she was doing. He was very attractive man of mid thirties with an athlete body. He was tall and had brown curly hair. They started talking like they had known each other for a long time. Rogers was very charming and he kept on the conversation going and he didn’t waste any time telling her that he was interested in her and would like her to be more than just a friend. That’s exactly what she wanted to hear and since then they had been meeting up and had been spending nights together for three days in a hotel.
He quickly got up and went straight to the bathroom. The bathroom was well decorated with flowers and it smelt great. He thought “well.. my two hundred bucks per night in this hotel really worth it...With such a beautiful view ...Oh! and this bathroom. Surely, I’ll come here again but next time it won’t be with her. It will be with a much more beautiful woman” He spent about fifteen minutes in the bathroom and then he got out and he was all cleaned up. He quickly started getting dressed. He put on his usual long white shirt and grey trousers He looked at the woman she was still asleep “great!” he said to him and smiled. Everything was going perfectly well for him. He put on his white socks and black shoes and he quietly opened the door of his hotel room, got out and locked the door with the key. He went straight to the reception and told the receptionist that he was checking out and handed him the key. He had already made the payment for the three nights he had spent in that Paradise 4star hotel and therefore there was nothing to keep him there so he left.
Rogers took a taxi and he went to work. He was working in a Virsage Oil Company as a Sales Manager. He loved his job very much and mostly because he was paid well." well next will be like after he left for work he went home and he is greeted by his 10 yr old sona nd wife asking him how was the business trip....

Good writers borrow, great writers steal.

Write about something you know. From reading your dalek-dialogue <+-EXTERMINATE!-+> these are not "real" people. They don't live in a "real" world. They don't have "real" motivations and I can't relate to them, coz they aren't "real".

SIMPLIFY

How about writing a story about one person - a story from THEIR individual point of view - and how they interact with the people around them.

For example:
It will soon be somebody's (mom/dad/big sister/big brother/close relative/friend's) birthday. Your main character doesn't have any free cash [why? Are they being bullied to give up their cash???]

How do they resolve this? Will they rob a bank??? Nah - too hard. Will they beat up a bunch of rich-kids and rob them instead? Nah - rich-kids can usually fight back. Will they be able to secure a part-time job and earn the cash? Eeek! - I'm just a lazy...

So ... eventually you have a plan ... how does the execution go? Everything goes disasterously/ poorly - but you're realistic and you get there slowly but surely/ on your first day, you find and marry a bazillionaire who likes your smile and determination... THE END

Ok... so I'm taking the p*$$ a bit - but why on earth do you think that you'll be writing the next Jackie Collins novel. Jackie Collins can do that herself, she can afford big expensive lawyers, and she doesn't need help. Your story should be as simple as you can manage,

They are not testing whether you will write the next pullitzer prize winning novella - they simply want to see that you can write grammatically and with the correct spelling.


Re-write a nursery tale if you have to.

2010-01-09 03:39:27 by Ummy