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www.hostdrjack.comHOLY SWEET CHRISTMAS I'm 47, I feel SO old. I'm Irish Catholic, one brother, two sisters, I'm the middle child, or second oldest, born August 30, 1960. I'm a Democrat, I was born a democrat, raised a democrat, and I will die a democrat even if I win millions in the lottery. And unlike the Catholic Church, I resent the fact the Illegal Aleins are in this country and getting the breaks that "WE" should be receiving.I lived in Florida for 20 years, born and raised in Pittston Pennsylvania. I moved back to Pennsylvania April of 2006 because it was going to cost me more to fix my car than to move back. I would love to get enough money together to move to California.Sorry but I hate Pennsylvania, it's a disgrace. I left here 20 years ago for Florida, and nothing has changed, not a damn thing. I didn't mind it when I was growing up, but when your an adult and really look around, the roads are bad, you have to have mine insurance to protect your home from mine cave-ins, your constantly holding your breath praying there won't be another disaster flood like the Agnes Flood in the early 70's, many homes are still standing from when the mines were running back in the twenties, and the forties, these homes are still being lived in because families can't make enough to bring there homes into the twentieth century. Because of the Chamber of Commerce who holds the people of Pennsylvania by the neck, there is no work, nothing enough to actually survive on. Chamber of Commerce refuses to let the people make a descent living in order to get by and not live on or close to the poverty line. And then to see the debacle on Valentine's Day (February 2007) when we had that snow storm, from what I understand the first snow storm in a long time, and Pendot seriously "F'D" up. None of the roads were plowed. Then the Interstate pileup kept drivers on I-81 for 17 hours or more. I personally got stuck on I-81 for and hour, I was stuck behind a United Van Lines right at the exit that I was to turn off, and I couldn't get around him because of the huge snow mounds blocking my way. But, I was one of the lucky ones, unlike others who weren't so lucky. Pennsylvania hasn't changed. If the Governor gave a damn, he'd put the screws to the Chamber of Commerce to allow for better pays, and more jobs. And the people hired should be hired on what they know and what they are capable of doing, and not WHO THEY KNOW.I've heard so much about California, especially how beautiful it is, and no bugs.I've been told I look somewhere in my 20's. A few years ago someone I worked for Temporarily tried to fix me up with his son who was 20. I tried to tell him I wasn't interested, but he wanted me to meet him. So, I politely asked my boss how old he thought I was, he said 24. He nearly had stroke when he learned that I was way older than that.I love children, don't have any, wanted some, but I think it's to late now. Someday I would probably adopt, but not from some foreign country. We have enough in this country that needs parents.I hate 2-faced people, mostly butt wipes (I'm trying to be polite and lady-like). I don't like lazy people, especially those who are on welfare and section 8 because they're to lazy to get a job. And believe me, I've seen enough of that in Florida. People living on section 8, and moving their relatives in to live for free. Women who have children living on welfare, but not letting on that they're married. Women loaning out they're children, so other women can get on welfare. I work hard for a living, I work temporary, would love to find something permanent.I'm widowed since 1992, no long term relationships. Men seem to think that if your widowed, then your rich and that you can support them....WRONG. SORRY no money, my late husband was told by doctors that he was going to live (he had lymphomia cancer), Humana Insurance had other ideas. We were married 6 months when he found out that he had cancer, 2 years later he died. If I ever get married again, and hopefully it will be to someone who actually has a job, and isn't a lazy fart, and actually has something, someone who enjoys staying in shape, and actually knows how to dress (has some style). I'd like to get married in Las Vegas at the Elvis Chapel of Love. To much pressure the first time....Murphy's Law, what you don't think will go wrong....DID. Since he died, I worked 2 temporary jobs a day, one during the day and one in the evening, then I was able to snag some Modeling here and there. Whatever I have, I worked for, it wasn't given to me, I didn't have to marry to get it, and I didn't have to spread my legs for it like some women. Sorry if that sounds cold and cruel, you can tell me to go to hell..but trust me, I've been there and back in more ways than one.For those of you who are thinking about getting into Modeling, really think hard. It's very depressing. Either your not pretty enough, or not skinny enough, or not tall enough. If your not a size 4, then your fat. But if it's something you want, go for it. I enjoyed it, and still would like to persue it, but not the runway. But trust me, it is depressing, and you won't have the breaks that Paris Hilton has gotten. If it wasn't for having the Hilton name, and her money, she wouldn't be where she is.I don't forgive and forget...easily, I don't give second chances. Once you screwup, that's it, your done. I don't like cheats, I'm very monogamous, and I expect the same in return.
