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Mary Kay

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What is your favorite all time Songs? Movies?

The songs are
the Beatles song "And I Love her" 1964
Eric Clapton's "Layla" 1970 (with the band Derek and the Domino's)
Kenny Rankins"s "Siver Morning"
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=yWUuZvjz8jk

The movies are
"Star Wars"
" The African Queen"
"Brigadoon"
"goonies"
The whole Harry Potter" series
 

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Music

I'm Still Standing - Elton John
It's My Life - Bon Jovi
Black Velvet - Alannah Myles
Steamroller - James Taylor
Anything performed by Carlos Santana
Anything performed by Los Lonely Boys
...this list could get huge!

Movies

It's a Wonderful Life
Wizard of Oz
The Godfather
Mamma Mia
Anything with Al Pacino in it
 

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Where was your "Thinking" place as a kid?

Mine was up a tree across from my house!
 

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oh my.... lol... under the house with my collie Rusty... Hot LA days, it get so hot for him mid day we get out of the heat under the house.. OH my mom just hated me doing that..... I got in trouble every time and my arugment was if they let the dog in the house with air conditioner (we) wouldn't have to go under the house lol lol .....:p
 

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Mine was a boy down the street. He was short, mean and self satisfied..no that wasn't true, more arrogant. You would think a short skinny kid would by rights be nicer. But he surrouned himself with bigger guys.
He came down to the little park across the street from my house and shot birds. I would go out and try to get rid of him..and sometimes he would shot at me! I finally had enough and grabbed the b b gun and broke it! He had shot my legs several times. His mom marched down to bless me out. But when she saw the birds and my legs..I don't think he had a good night.
He kept it up through Jr. High (he was a year older). I saw him at one of my Charity dances..he looks like a little old man at 60. He was happy to see me again as if we were ever friends.
Well I believe that it's not up to me to be to be judgemental..those higher up will take care of it for me. I have my own things to answer for.
 
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PatriciafromCO

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Kid wise no, we all lived spaced out rual, so school was a way to see and interact.. Can't say I ever had anyone bother me or have an issue with me being me, until I started working at McD's one of the managers just hated that the owner would bend over backwards to keep me working there. Mom had a C section and I needed to change shifts so someone was home to help her... That adult manager was my first experience in not understanding why a person would spend so much time digging at another person. And I still don't understand people how they have the time...
 

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As a little kid I did'nt have any problem's with other kids, but in jr high I was starting to get pretty good boobs and a guy that sat a couple rows behind me kept walking by and would grab one of my boobs, at first it just shocked me but after he did it a couple of time's I started slaping him off every time he tried, the teacher finally saw it and told ME to quit pestering that boy. I'll never forget that or that teacher.
 

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Thinking place: I grew up in sunny dusty Tucson AZ. That said, I played outside every chance I had. My "thinking place" was an extra large dog kennel my mom had tucked under one of the evergreens and forgotten about. I'd sit in there, surrounded by the scent of pine sap and the buzzing of calm friendly bees and read, or write poems, or just daydream.

"trouble"
Her name was Trinity. She hated every single thing about me. I never really was sure why. She was stuck up slightly more upper class then my family (not hard since we lived in a trailer) and very thin. I was bubbly, the first girl in my group to "develop", and innocent. She gave me heck from 1st year jr. high through my Junior year of High School.
 
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