Life, Health, oh yeah, and the HOA

Well Good Morning Kiddies, what's going on.

I'm not sure just how much more I can take from my TV and or my YouTube. Every eight and a half minutes someone invades my quiet domain and trys to piss me off. I live in Illinois, the captial of state corruption. Just check out how many of our governors are or have been in jail. Anyway, I'm told I need to vote for Fair Taxes because the rich pay more and the middle class will get a tax break. WELLLLLL I've seen nothing from anyone about giving the middle class a tax break. They will still be paying the same rate. I'll be paying more. Plus if it goes through, Springfield can just go shit crazy with how often they can raise your taxes and take the Tax question out of the state constitution. And others point out how the retired folks could have taxes raised on monies they have already paid taxes on twice before...and it goes on and on. Plus this is a democratic state. The Trumpers are wasting money with adds here. Save your cash....and it goes on and on. And yes I have opinions..

So its been four years since my stroke and my last hearing episode and right on cue my hearing is trying to yet again take a dump on me. Earlier this week I spent two days with the fine, covid enduring, staff of Barnes Jewish Hospital in St Louis Missouri. And once again I will return after the first of the year and have another procedure done to hopefully allow me to maintain the levels I currently have. I asked them to just put in zippers behind each ear, it would be easier in the long run. Oh and on the stroke side of things.. I'm told I have reached the 98% level of physical healing from it but am still at the 95% on the mental side of life. Still having issues with manipulating numbers and formulas. Not even close to how I could before the illness.

On the home front Ken and Karen have given it a noble effort. A couple of Saturdays ago a nice young man arrived unexpectedly at my gate asking to sit down with me. So I was curious and he was allowed in. Once his briefcase lay upon my table on my patio I got El on the line (my attorney). The young man was named Bryan with a y and he represented the village which my property butted up next to. He announced to me that the city was about to incorporate the land around my property as well as my property into the village and as such I would need to come in line with the current rules set forth about property by the village. I smiled and told him that if that were true the village would have to grandfather my structure and property as is. The young man named Bryan with a y seemed undaunted and continue about the removal of my wall and something about my property not being zoned for commercial.... *light flash* there it is... I said excuse me. What commercial/business do you and or the village thinks is being run from my property? He open his file and stated that my barn was no longer in use as a barn but as a work shop. Again I asked what commercial/business do you and or the village think I run from my property? Well he didn't know exactly but there had been complaints. How many I asked. Two. From whom. He couldn't say.

My house guest came outside and told me that the young man named Bryan with a y's car was parked next door and Ken and Karen's house and she had seen him speaking to them before arriving here by foot. I smiled and simply asked...El did you get all this? Yes I have and I did a quick check and the village doesn't have the money to incorporate any land at this time. Also the property grandfather rule would be in effect. Tell Mr Bryan with a y that the city can expect a bill for nearly four million dollars for removal of your wall also if they try that eminant domain shit with me the fair market price from your property will bankrupt the village and my fees should scare the shit out of Mr Bryan with a y. I smiled and told him thank you for the news and the intent of the village. Then I switch things around and started talking to him like a friend. I took him to my barn and showed him my equipment and even showed him a couple of items I had created. And we talked about hobbies and discovered we both like board games. So he and his girlfriend are coming over one night soon to sit down and play some games. By the way El hates working for me on Saturdays..I am going to hate this bill.

Now for Zity shit. Yes I am a Moderator. Yes I like for people to share ideas. I like conversation and sharing of ideas. I love reading and hearing about personal kink, okay the more detailed the better. Yes I'm a horny bitch. But folks we have rules around here. Some I agree with and some I don't but Webby has them and if we want to play here. Follow the Fucking Rules. We talk about kink. We don't bring up religion, drugs, underage activity, guns (Guns still don't kill people...) we don't bring up politics, we don't make statements about how I'm going to say whatever the fuck I feel like and think that doesn't get our attention? Is it me or is that a cry for a slap down or what? And on chat, I love a lively chatroom which as been lacking lately, don't be a dick or a cunt. That is something I actually try to live by. I try not to be a cunt/dick to people. But if you want to try and shout me down I'm not afraid to use school yard jargon to get my point across and then wait for the puppets to complain the other moderators that I am abusing my power and my language is not proper....fuck you puppets....sorry personal sidetrack... just when you go to say something stupid...ask yourself...will Aunt Faith be pissy about this? And if the answer is yes don't fucking say it. Real simple. And if shit gets ragged on chat come find me or another mod and we will try to see and figure out what is going on.

Life at the moment is on covid hold. I don't get to go out and hunt, which makes me pissy. I have a house guest through this crap and its platonic, nice to have some company. Seeing my Mother and attending church with her on occasion is really the only time, well going to the hospital as well, I get out and do anything. I like talking to my friends here and love meeting new people here. I grow weary of some that have lost an opportunity and still think their shit doesn't stink. And there is no love lost there and I try not to involve myself because I tend to become radical and more focused on letting you know you are full of shit rather than trying to be diplomatic. ( Remember: Superior Firepower is a great advantage during Diplomacy...just saying). I do take drives. I take out the Corvette and run it and my pickup truck I run but the rest that I still have haven't been out much. I watch movies, eat popcorn, and drink Jack Daniels the way I like to. I play my guitar and have learned how to perform on Zoom, which has been interesting. I do have to drive into the club once in a while now that I am co owner of the property to muddle through the finances and get shit figured out. I turn 40 and I'll be damned zity altered my wall before my Mom called to tell me happy birthday.

Final thoughts: For the most part I love you guys here. Well okay some of you can go to hell but for the most part you guys are cool. So Be EXCELLENT to each other and don't be a DICK! Play nice in chat. Don't make me have to come in there all the time and be the bad guy. Find some one to cuddle with. Be it he/she, he/he, she/she, he/trans him or her, she/ trans him or her, he and him or her/they or them....what the fuck I'm one of these, I think...god just be yourself and don't throw so many labels around... some of don't give a fuck anymore......lol....... Be Good and somewhat Behave...love you all

Faith