Life in a nutshell.

Ezarc

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A few small tidbits about me. If you like the idea, share with the rest.
I have been a high school champ and a runner up. A college scholarship athlete. Tossed out after my knee surgery and wasn't any use to them. I have been a bodyguard, salesclerk, carpenter, graphics geek, temp office and labor, bartender, and then sales, both retail and corporate. Been married once for 7 years with two darling kids.
I have been well off at times but more often than not strugling to keep up.
The story goes on but I am boring myself.
Take Care and Lust Always,
Ezarc
 
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Only child of a single mother. Blue collar background...against all odds a college grad and current masters degree candidate. Eventual PhD and (hopefully) college professor.

I have worked at a subshop, a grocery store, in hotels, as a costumed tour guide, as a researcher, an admin, a temp.

I like my cat better than a lot of people, but love my friends and am intensely loyal to those who have earned it. I'm sometimes a little too trusting, but I'm also kind, funny, and sarcastic.
 
My life in a nutshell:

It's easy to clear out the fleshy pulp, stick in some playdough, a toothpick, a sail, and pretend it's the Santa Maria while watching it drift down the street and into the gutter on a day when the Natives wish Christopher Columbus never existed.
 
I think life in a nutshell would be very cramped unless you a tiny person. Then you could live your entire life in a nutshell along with a nutshell city and millions of other nutshell people.

You'd spend your entire life thinking your world was huge when, in fact, it was a nutshell.

Spooky.
 
So, Never, what if you could live your life on a world of considerable size in relation to yourself?
 
Thanks, Ez. I like learning about you! (Where ya been, anyway?)

I hated school. Growing up with only my mother, we moved at least once a year, and I got sick of being the new kid. I managed to finish high school, even after ditching most of my junior year (it reaks havoc on one's GPA), and held a variety of boring jobs from retail sales to general office. I found my niche in a corporate investigations firm and spent almost nine years there working my way up to the top of middle management before burning out, and becoming a (gasp) housewife.

It took one whole summer of not working before I was almost ready for a nervous breakdown, I took a part time job as an operator at an answering service, and started my own jewelry and bead design business. Then I got involved with other artists, and we spent 2 years planning and throwing weeklong artist retreats all over the country. That ended last year, when the president decided she didn't want to pay our bills and split.

This summer, hubby and I seperated, and I went back to school for a brief time to learn a new trade - Bartending! Seems like you can't get a job here without Alcohol Awareness Certification, so I got my certs last week, and am currently lending myself to the joke: "A Redhead walks into a bar.....and asks for a job."

Who's next?
 
I was born in a flood.
My sister was born in a hospital.
My parents divorced.
My mom left.
My father remarried, quit his job, divorced, got sober, announced his sex change.
I entered therapy.
I quit therapy.
I moved around.
My mom returned.
My brother was born.
My sister was born.
I went to New Jersey.
I drooped out of school.
I came back to Alabama.
I entered college.
I was a cart pusher, janitor, then sponge.
I bought and lost an apartment.
My car wrecked.
I began heavily posting to Lit.
My mother announced her next pregnancy.
Tonight.
 
My life in a nutshell is quite dull...

parents sickeningly happily married...
went to the same school all 12 years... 13 counting kindergarten
moved out at 17
worked at a restaurant until finished trade school
have been in said trade for 11 years
married at 18
divorced 11 months later
now it's 10 yrs and no telling how many dwellings later...
no children
moving into a new career
like swimming
sex
fishing
sex
artwork
sex
history
sex
yard work
sex
growing things
sex


Unfortunately the sex is not a frequent thing...
so my boring little life
:rolleyes:
 
my life in a nutshell.

I'm lobito, what more needs to be said? :rolleyes:
 
In this life I've learned....

the woes of decomposition from what goes on in a nutshell after it's fallen from the tree and no chipper comes along and carries it off after a season or so.

I learned that nutshells don't take up water well, they tend to float untill swamped.

Split in two, flipped over nutshells are a perfect home for slugs, centipedes and the like.

If you see a man in camo running around with artilery shells at a local bank parking lot, he is nut with shells. Run.

If you eat nuts, remove the shell.

If you eat nuts off a man, you'd better hope that he doesn't have access to a sharply edged abalone shell. He'll stab you in the head with it.

When being a Starfish, you must be a nut, in a shell.
 
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