ADSENSE

Hello,

Thank you for your appeal. We appreciate the additional information you've provided, as well as your continued interest in the AdSense program. However, after thoroughly re-reviewing your account data and taking your feedback into consideration, our specialists have confirmed that we're unable to reinstate your AdSense account.

Please know that, once we've reached a decision on your appeal, further appeals may not be considered, and you might not receive any further communication from us. Note that AdSense publishers whose accounts are disabled for violations of our Terms and Conditions are not eligible for further participation in AdSense. For this reason, you may not open new accounts.

Also, accounts disabled for invalid click activity will receive no further payment nor any reissue of previous payment. Your outstanding balance and Google's share of the revenue will both be fully refunded back to the affected advertisers. Thank you for your understanding in this matter.

We understand that you may want more information about your account activity. However, because we have a need to protect our proprietary detection systems, we're unable to provide our publishers with any details about their account activity.


I got this e-mail today from Adsense. 


I no longer have adsense. 


What a crock of fucking shit. Lets go over this e-mail step by step. Here we go. 




Thank you for your appeal. Certainly not welcome Adsense. We appreciate the additional information you've provided, as well as your continued interest in the AdSense program. However, after thoroughly re-reviewing your account data and taking your feedback into consideration, our specialists have confirmed that we're unable to reinstate your AdSense account. So, they are not going to reinstate my adsense. All my work I did was for nothing. I did everything they asked me too. And nothing. Thoroughly re-reviewing my account? Really? Where was this? When was this done? 


Please know that, once we've reached a decision on your appeal, further appeals may not be considered, and you might not receive any further communication from us. Note that AdSense publishers whose accounts are disabled for violations of our Terms and Conditions are not eligible for further participation in AdSense. For this reason, you may not open new accounts.  Hey adsense, please know that once I finish this I will be removing my blog. I might go over to Livejournal or something. Something better than GOOGLE. I am so pissed off at google right now! I can't even go and open another account. I made this gmail account so I could have a blog and do the adsense. Thanks for nothing AGAIN. 




Also, accounts disabled for invalid click activity will receive no further payment nor any reissue of previous payment. Your outstanding balance and Google's share of the revenue will both be fully refunded back to the affected advertisers. Thank you for your understanding in this matter. This part should just say, "Oh and that 10.00 you've made - kiss it goodbye. It wasn't real" It will be refunded back to the affected advertisers? Wouldn't that be, uh, ME. Since it's MY BLOG. I, ME, JESSICA, allows for you, ADSENSE to advertise on MY blog. This isn't THEIR blog ad space. Maybe we forgot that. I guess we did. Fucking morons. 

We understand that you may want more information about your account activity. However, because we have a need to protect our proprietary detection systems, we're unable to provide our publishers with any details about their account activity. We understand you might want more information, but good luck getting that from us! 


So, all in all, thanks for nothing Adsense. 


Thanks for nothing Google. 


Thanks for nothing. 


So, they turn it off with NO EXPLANATION. 


I didn't get a reasoning to "why" I "failed" their test or whatever. 


Just more BullShit. 

The N Word and "Saggin"

I am seriously sick and tired of this word. 


I am a young white female. 


I do not say this horrific word, and my daughter will not say it either. 


It actually offends ME, as a white person, when people say it around me. 


What happens one day when I am walking with my daughter, and you throw out that word in your own conversation, and my daughter picks it up? 


I will flip the fuck out, that's what. 


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When I google this word, the first thing that comes up is "Saggin" which is the bad word, spelled backwards. 


Saggin is what boys do when they wear their pants around their ankles. They think this looks "cool" or something. It looks stupid, and I tell you what boy. You teach my child that word, and I will GUARANTEE that your pants will be down around your ankles and everyone everywhere will see your dirty ass underwear. 


You guys seriously look like IDIOTS walking like penguins to keep your pants up. Do you realize that we are laughing AT you? Maybe not to your face, but we are laughing. A lot. 


The origin of the "n word" is actually centuries old originating in Europe. Around 1620,  A boat arrived in Virginia with "10 negars" on the side. It can also be traced to France, around 1549 with slaves.  


Sure you think you are making a statement these days by "sagging" your pants, and thinking you look cool. 


Sagging your pants meant that you couldn't run from your slave owner. It's how the slave owners would track their slaves. 


You sure as hell can't run now. 
Without holding your pants up. 
So stupid guys. 


Guess what, in jail, sagging your pants means you are "not avaliable". 


Jailers aren't allowed to have belts (the thought just hit me), so that could be why the pants are sagging as well. 


Slaves weren't allowed belts. 


Belts are 19.99 at Kohls, go check it out. And dont wear the belt 50 sizes too big. Buy a belt and USE IT! 


I mean, unless we want to go back to the 1800's. I guess thats what they are trying to do? Just keep going backwards. 


Let's look stupid and walk like penguins, saying the n word. 




And people wonder why they play the fucking race card. 


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I am in no way racist, but this shit pisses me off. 


Black people are allowed to call us whitey and say things like that, but I can't say the word Nigger? 


Really? 


Nigger Nigger Nigger. 




Fuck that. 




Pull your pants up moron. 

Weekend

It was a very long weekend for me. I'm having some family problems at home, completely brought on by the fact that I can not make any decisions on my own. Everything I do is wrong. It's never enough. 

I moved back in with my mom and step dad almost a year ago, and have two jobs.

It recently occurred to me that whilst I do work two jobs - they are both still considered to be part time jobs. (I work 4 days at the ho-tel and 2 days at the hospice)

Now, with Obamamamacare I'll be forced to purchase insurance through my full time job.

Oh shit, well I don't have one of those! 

I work my ass off working two jobs, but none are considered "full time." So what's a girl to do?

I've given a lot of thought, and of course, something has got to give. That something being a job!

I am a now person. If I make a decision I make it NOW. I don't wait three weeks and "see how it goes" or whatever. I was promised maybe the opportunity of full time at the hospice, and well now I know that was a crock of shit fed to me.

So, I made a decision. I quit the hospice center. This weekend will be my last week, thank the LORD above. 

Now, while I am all happy with my personal decision to not be talked down upon, taken for granted, made fun of for the clothes that I wore (I wore my hotel outfit one day and two different people commented on it) and the best part about it all? NO MORE HEALTH CARE FIELD. 

I know I want nothing to do with the idiot doctors and nurses out there. Granted, not all of you are idiots but a good 97.3 percent of you all are. 

On top of gaining a bit of freedom - I am happy to think about the time I now have to do stuff. 

My mom has been on a rampage of everything that I do wrong - including actually telling me that I don't spend enough time with my daughter. 

Well. 

Mom.

Weren't you the one who told me to get two jobs? I did that.

Working two jobs - yes, I am left with no spare time to be with Skyleigh. I pay for a babysitter - and most of the time (if I have the day off or something) Skyleigh will spend a vast majority of the day at Shelly's. I pay for the babysitting service, so she is going to sit my baby. 

One big hitch with the second job was my mom and babysitting help. Shelly can't watch Skyleigh on the weekends - and so my mom agreed to watch her (Since the hospice only worked me on the weekends). That was fine and dandy, but my step dad's little comments here and there got old quickly. 

Skyleigh was asleep, and I was going to go over to my friends house. My mom and step dad have both said this is okay, ONCE SHE IS ASLEEP. Well, so I start getting ready - and then my step dad chimes in - and I quote - "No one can make bottles."

? What ?

Did your hands fall off?

Fingers broken? 

Arthritis acting up? 

So, I did what any girl would do. 

I threw a fit and cleaned. I didn't go out. 

I even made 4 bottles and put them in the fridge, you know, in case he forgotten how to twist a top onto a bottle. 

But when I throw fits, it's silent but deadly fits. I will be mute for days and days, hours and hours, and not even look at you. Everything becomes a mission on how to clean it. How can I get in YOUR way, while you watch TV and be lazy, to clean. 

It's just stupid. I am so sick and tired of walking on eggshells in my own house, afraid of how someone will react to anything I say, or do. 

I quit a two day a week PART TIME JOB, and you'd think the world was going to end. 

I have another job, a damn fantastic one that I love. 

I hated the hospice. Yes, it was my kinda thing being in the dead zone, because death isn't something I am afraid of. I am so used to death it's scary. But also sitting there all day all I could do was think about the people I have lost. And I have lost a lot of people. 

So here I am. 

Back to one job. 4 days a week. 

Happy.

I know that working two jobs was straining me. I'm losing weight (but gained almost 7 pounds of it back) and my hair is still falling out. Like I've mentioned before I'm stressed beyond belief. My mom talks to me like a 5 year old, and while I do thank her for her opinions in how to raise Skyleigh - but I have to do it on my own. 

It's like I can't even be a mother, because my own mom is right there. I enjoy my mom's help, and am so thankful for her, but I get tired of being talked to like a 5 year old. 

It's just annoying to do SO MUCH and it's like, for what? We don't focus on the fact that I worked two jobs, took care of Skyleigh, did all this, cleaned, made your dinner every night I was home. 

All we can focus on is that I no longer have a fucking weekend job. 

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Another issue around the house is the small living room remodeling we have going on right now. 


And when I say small, I mean it started out small and has just escalated into a huge ordeal. 

It started because the air conditioner leaked water into the hallway. We had to take the hallway carpet up. 

Rob and my mom were arguing one day, and Rob was having a tantrum and ripped part of the living room carpet up. Then It all came up. Now we are re-doing walls, painting, and all this other stuff. We got a new french doors back door as well, that I LOVE! 

We are getting bamboo floors which will look great once they are in. 


I will post pictures soon. 


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That's really about it. Just surviving through the weekend! 


Just a lot of stuff going on. Hopefully now that I have it typed it I feel a bit better. 


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Cash Crate

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I used to do Cash Crate all the time. I've made almost 200 bucks from them. They mail out checks in 20 dollar increments. It does take time, so don't think you'll be able to sign up and have 20 bucks in two days. It IS possible, but very unlikely. 

I think you can do it all over the world too, not just in the USA. 

I know Canada can do it! :D 

If you read the message boards and really take the time to figure out how to do Cash Crate (The Excel sheet - the different emails - etc), then you can really make money. 

I currently have 13.22 with about 10 bucks of pending actions. 

This is the only website that I have found that is REAL. I have been scammed on a lot of things, but I took the time to do this and it worked. 

I wanted to "share the wealth" with everyone.

Good luck Bloggers!  

Top 9

Got from nickmom.com - this is comedy people. 






Top 9 Ways Kids will Ruin Going to the Movies


Some people think kids ruin everything. They are definitely wrong about that. Unless they’re talking about movies, at which they’re awful.

9. Constantly asks “What’s happening now?” as it’s happening now.

8. Will throw a fit when the theater’s snack counter doesn’t have crustless PB&J.

7. Wants to leave early. (I mean, come ON, we’ve stayed this long and I kind of need to know if that dolphin gets back to the ocean okay?!)

6. Demands you sit front row center, down in the Neck Cramp section.

5. Discovers that circular pieces of candy will roll for many hundreds of foot down a sloped floor. Tests repeatedly.

4. Celebrates beginning of movie by shouting “I NEED TO PEEEEEEEEE!”

3. Complains when you can’t pause it.

2. Seems to be screaming in terror an awful lot for a Winnie the Pooh movie.

1. Cries when the movie ends, when the movie starts and sometime during the middle.

Top 9 Reasons Sleep is Overrated

9. I mean, who wants to miss Kimmel?

8. It’s really difficult to text while unconscious.

7. Ditto Facebook.

6. Much easier to hallucinate when sleep-deprived.

5. If you’re going for that hip-bedhead look they have hair gels for that now.

4. Thomas Edison got fewer than 5 hours per night. Snooki gets 11. So it doesn’t even work.

3. No matter how hard you try to fall asleep thinking “Hugh Jackman Hugh Jackman Hugh Jackman,” your dreams usually involve your fifth-grade teacher at a car wash.

2. The likelihood of cartoon ZZZZZZZZZZs emerging from your mouth is very low.

1. Why? You’re just gonna be up in 20 minutes anyway. 














Top 9 Signs your children are displeased with your parenting. 






9. You ask if you can friend them on Facebook, and they say they’ve “never heard of it.”

8. Daughter writes her college essay on the most influential person in her life: Her therapist.

7. Son’s “MOM” tattoo has an asterisk and a footnote that reads “tried her best.”

6. Your toddler has started preparing her stuffed animals for the rebellion.

5. Grown son writes a series of songs chronicling your flaws and threatening to murder you. (Note: Eminem’s Mom only)

4. You ask your 3-year-old, “How much do you love Mommy?” and she responds, “Relative to what?”

3. Your Mother’s Day card has this weird white powder.

2. Everyone seems to know about this @horriblemother Twitter account but you.

1. There’s a bouncer stationed in front of your daughter’s bedroom door, and you’re not on the list.

Penn State and Paterno turn out to be even worse than before

I believe this is the time when I mutter a big fat, "I TOLD YOU SO." 



First, let me say I am so tired of this horrible man being portrayed as a hero because he was able to get a bunch of boys to throw a fucking ball? 


Are you kidding me? 
Football was more important than children? 
We win some games and it's all okay? 


Try telling that to the young boys Sandusky molested. 

And now Paterno's family comes out with some asinine comment, wanting you to leave them alone. To respect them or some bullshit. 


I tell you what Paterno family: 


You may not have known about the abuse, which is fine. But Shut the FUCK up. 


Your husband knew, for over 10 years. His faculty knew. They covered it up. You and your family will get NO SYMPATHY from me, EVER. Your husband is an autrocity of a human being. Kinda like his friend Sandusky. And you know what else Paterno family? You better be damn lucky that old fucker is dead because do you know where he would be right now? 


Jail. 


It's illegal to aid and embed a child molester. Probably illegal to cover up him molesting the children too.


He'd be sitting right next to his good ole football buddy, Sandusky. 


There are 45 molestation charges against this man... 45 boys THAT WE KNOW OF. There could be more. Sadly there probably are more. 


I am so sick of this JoePa stuff. 


I hope all the people at the beginning who were like, "Joe pa! he's the man!" are retracting their statements. He's not the man. He's a sad excuse for a man.


It's sad that a school decided to put football, A GAME, ahead of it's future - the children of America. 


It sickens me to think about it. 


So, I hope Penn state takes that hideous ugly statue down of the man from Family Guy. Oh, thats JoPa? My bad. 


Like I cared in the first place. 


Hell, maybe Penn State will just turn the statue the other way, they are good at that right? Sweeping shit under the rug? Look the other way? 


Well all the secrets are coming out Penn State. And it's not looking good for ya'll. 

Photog

It's funny how the internet has made everyone think they are a professional photographer. 

I myself sometimes think I have amazing shots. 

My pictures are saved to various accounts all throughout the internet. 

It's funny what I think would be amazing get's no views - but the one I think is "ugly" or not so perfect get's all the views! 

Photobucket is the best because it has no picture limit. On Photobucket, with a whopping 143 views - 

                                       

Is your winner America. As it should be. 

I did nothing special to this picture in terms of colors or cropping. 143 views may not be a lot, and I wish It was more! 

Sadly I have not figured out Photobucket. I just literally upload my pictures there, and yet still work everything from my phone. 

Flickr I haven't had for very long, so my photo views are very low. Any photo I upload to Flickr has to go thru a special inspection process by me before uploadization onto Flickr. I only get 200 photo's - I need for them to be the best! 

Flickr Is more organized, and I am able to put my pictures in groups and sets. Groups pretty much anyone can post it, and set's are my own. 

Here are some other favorites of mine from Flickr - 

My daughter's tricycle. The "Cool" shot 

A Bass Hall Angel. I walk by these every day on my way to and from work. (there are two of them). Located in downtown Fort Worth, Texas. 

Bar Stools. "Retro" shot I was attempting. 

I love America. Isn't it grand? 

A corner of my mom's backyard. Old birdhouses that are used, and then an actual birdhouses that has been re-painted and re-purposed into a flower pot/bed. 

View from my work's Presidential Suite. Downtown Fort Worth, Texas. Looking north, at the courthouse. 

The people that post pictures of everything they eat are the worst. I don't need to see your nutritional plan.  I probably piss everyone off anyways with my skinny ass always posting pictures of cupcakes and cookies. 

What If

I go through life with a lot of, "What if's?" 

"What if my grandpa wasn't killed by a 19 year old drunk driver?"

"What if Kevin would have never killed himself?" 

"What is Kasey Kahne married me?"

"What if I had an easy life?" 

I didn't have the toughest childhood in the world, but I have been through some stuff. I have seen, heard, and gone along with a lot of things. Once I grew up (and it took time, actually, I still am growing up!) I realized that it's just a bunch of What if's! 

"What if this car decided to come into my lane right now?"

That sentence describes my irrational fear of dying in a car.

"What if this storm coming had a tornado?" (which would go into) "What do I need to go and "batton down" in the backyard? / Where would I take Skyleigh during a tornado?"

"What if I would have turned left instead of doing straight?" 

"What if we would have gotten that other kitten instead of this one?"

Anything can be a What if question. 

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One of my Favorite bands, Simple Plan, has a song that is called What If. It's a great song, you should check it out sometime. Here are some of the lyrics: 

What if I lead the way?
What if I graduate?
What if I change the world?
Would you still remember me?
What if I lead the way?
What if I graduate?
What if I change the world
And I found the words to tell you what you mean to me?

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This song just rocks and comes back to my mind whenever I try and think what to blog. 

"What if I was a good blogger?" 

"What if I thought people actually care what I write?" 

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I am a good writer. I have always been one. 

Actually I have weird handwriting. 

Funny story: 

When I was in Elementary School (in 6th grade) one of my teachers kept sending notes home for my dad begging him to "work" on my handwriting. This was back when they still taught cursive (or wanted to teach cursive) and the desire to learn the cursive z was escaping me. 

I have about 3 different handwriting's I have mastered. 

A big "girly" bubbly one, a very "arial" type font, and then my messy scribble handwriting. 

Of course my three handwriting's can be broken down into other handwriting's if the paper is tilted. 

I have watched many shows on people that study handwriting's, and I bet them 50 dollars I can write my y's and d's differently each one. Can't find a similar bubble lettering with it! I'm smarter than the average bear! 

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So "What if?"

"What if I still had your attention while reading this?"

"What if I had a different life?" 

Of course, if I had a different life, I would be very different. I wouldn't even want to imagine the sheltered child that would have brought up! I was a sheltered child, becoming myself around the age of 20. At least I like to think so. Raised by my dad has been hard on me. Lots of issues in my brain because of this. 

"What if my parents never had gotten a divorce?" 

They probably would have murdered each other, then us. 

I'm happy my parents both love me, and aren't crazy child killers. Us as a family do have PLENTY of problems (I could write a book!) but I get over them. 

I do complain a lot. 

I know I do. 

I don't really care. 

What if I cared? 

What if?

Dallas 911

http://www.myfoxdfw.com/story/18985361/home-at-center-of-911-criticism-demolished


Here is a link to the story. I'll sum it up. 


John and Jane's house is on fire. 


Over 77 people, including John and Jane, and neighbors, called 911 about this home that was burning infront of them. 


John and Jane watch their house burn down. 


Only problem? Dallas 911... didn't pick up the phone!


Sad story. These people didn't even have insurance :( 


So, back to the 911 thing. 


They said only the back of the house was burning when neighbors began calling 911 for help at 12:36 a.m. But fire crews weren't dispatched until 12:41 a.m. and by the time they got there at 12:45 a.m. the house was a total loss.

Read more: http://www.myfoxdfw.com/story/18969059/911-calls-reveal-frustrated-callers-dispatchers#ixzz20EmmHlHu


I watched the news last night and was able to hear the 911 tapes.  


Now, if you listen to this rude 911 dispatcher, she RUDELY, and I mean rudely interrupts the woman trying to give the address, and asks her to repeat herself. Tells her to be quiet, and calm down. The woman calling is calm. She has to give the address almost 5 times. 


The 911 bitch obviously is irritated. She has horrible phone etiquette, and was very rude. Me thinks we should have nice, smiley people on the other end of the 911 call! 

So, now, Dallas 911 is under investigation on why this house burnt down, and why 77 calls were made and nothing was done. 


911 says they did have extra callers on staff that day, but apparently there were people calling and hanging up, and so before the 911 dispatchers can take a new call, we have to call everyone that hung up back! 


I guess they had two people working, the rude woman who answered the phone, then the other people who call the hang ups back? 


Seems we need to have more than two people on staff in one of the biggest cities in Texas. 


Especially for 911 calls. 


Where's Your Brain Dallas? Did we give it to the TV people? I think we did. 


I am just offended at how this dispatcher handled her phone call. So rude! Listen to it! 


Everyone have a good day :D


Let's hope that, God Forbid, if your house ever catches fire, that you are ok! 

Adsense

My Google Adsense was turned off. Invalid.

What a crock.

Like I do this blog thing FOR Adsense - and these meanies turn it off!

FOR NO REASON!

I had gotten clicks and worked really hard to blog a lot to get views and stuff. Had even almost 10 bucks worth if clicks!

I probably wont be blogging much longer if they don't turn it back on. I will go elsewhere with my blog.

I was alllll for Google before - now... not so much.

I'm better off with CashCrate!

Hope Solo and her Pre-Menstrual meds

A lot of athletes have been in the news these days for drug use. 


Today it has come up that Hope Solo got a public warning for a positive prohibited substance. But, of course, Hope has all the excuses in the world on why this was in her system. 


"Solo was taking a prescribed medication, in a therapeutic dose under the care of a physician. The medication when metabolized resulted in the adverse analytical finding."

So why does she get a public warning if it is clear that she was taking meds prescribed by her doctor? 
Why are we even notified? 
This is the biggest bunch of bull shitted sentence I have ever read. 
Do they really think we are this stupid? I guess so!


She was taking a "pre-menstrual" something er other. While the name of the drug is not mentioned in the article, what in the HELL could she be taking that when "metabolized" could set off a drug test? If you have cramps lady, you take a Midol. Buy a heating pad.


So, Ms. Solo can still be in the London Olympics - I guess that's what happens when your doctor makes a no no! He immediately comes out with, "No it's MY fault! I mistakenly gave her this - blah blah blah."


You know who else's doctor made a No no Hope? Michael Jackson's. I wonder how he is doing these days. Hrm. 


Seriously Hope, you have pre-menstrual problems - get some damn Midol! 


Also, Olympics, how about we change some rules? 


We have so many "rule breakers", and such a silly little rule over a simple drug to mask the other drug she was obviously taking so "carefully under a doctors care.". 


We need to change the rules. 


Bottom line, she took a banned substance in the organization. She gets away with it.


Hope Solo - One. 
Drugs - Zero. 

More Voter ID Issues

Really America? We can't do one thing right? Our government is moronic if they can't figure out anything! 

I am so sick of hearing about this damn VoterID Law! Either do it, or don't. Dont drone on about it for 4 more years! 

Here is your perfect solution: 

Are you ready for the simplicity of this thought process? 

I DONT THINK YOU ARE READY!

Make the states provide voter registration cards WITH a photograph of the person it was issued to. if they can do for drivers licences they can do it for voter registration cards.

Here in Texas, we provide a Photo ID for FREE. 

Let's re-read that okay. Slower. Sound out those big words. 

Make the states provide voter registration cards WITH a photograph of the person it was issued to. if they can do for drivers licences they can do it for voter registration cards.

Now, where is the issue in this? People are putting so much emphasis on voting and who's voting, and etc, and it's like... ANYONE can go vote? 

Does Obama not understand that? Maria Mamacita with her 5 "legal" babies... if she can read a name upside - she's a voter! Because she says "I'm Jessica Marie _____" and you know what? They don't ask for a picture ID. I should go in there and say "I'm Barak Obama!" ... "but my name is on the list there sir!"

It's just silly to me that we just keep beating around the bush. 

Simple problem - No Id. No Vote. No Problem. 

My first time voting I took my Voters Registration card, my ID and went in to vote. My cardboard card with no picture was the only thing they wanted. She didn't even want to see my ID. 

I have not voted since. Sorry. 

It's not fair terms to vote on, so I don't vote. 

The Baker Hotel - Your Personal Outside Tour

Living in Fort Worth, Texas I don't have a lot of abandoned things to go and see. The Swift Armour Plants in the Stockyards is about it, and well I am sorry, but cattle pens and abandoned slaughter houses can only get my heart palpitating so much. 

Which brings me to The Baker Hotel. I had heard stories, and read lots of web-pages of this place being amazing inside. A beautiful old hotel built in 1929, now defunct and sitting in ruin. Penthouse Suites, Ballrooms, and just things you can not see anymore! They plan to renovate and make it a new beautiful hotel. 

Mineral Wells, where the Baker Hotel is located, is about an hour away from me. I set out on my journey, ready to bust down some plywood and get into the hotel. I had never seen the hotel before, only in pictures, and well, you can't miss it! It's pretty much the only huge thing standing in this tiny town. You drive up, and here is your view: 

The front

A little drive through 

The side 

Care for a swim?

the back of the Hotel

The place is boarded up pretty good. Little holes were punched out and so I stuck my camera in and took some shots. Here is the lobby of the hotel, looking to your right. 

And here is the lobby, looking to your left. 

This is very back. The drive through part drives through to here :D 

And that concludes are The Baker Hotel tour.

The place is boarded up pretty good. If I had a buddy to lift me up I could have been inside. Maybe some other time, I have to get inside before they go and renovate it all! 

:D