Well, in my never-ending, mule-brain scheming, I've been approached with another business idea. Cameltoes has given me said idea/opportunity, and I'm actively thinking about it. I really don't have a lot to loose. I just have a few more questions to get answered, and I'll have my decision made. It sounds like a pretty good opportunity though. And anyway that I can make a few extra bucks that's legal and doesn't take up a ton of time, is fine with me.
Lord knows me needs another stream of income. Daddy needs to pay off some bills. Plus, I'm ready to retire, and yes I realize that I'm only in my early 30's.
On a different note, my housing situation is still in limbo. I'm waiting to see if my parents are gonna move soon or not. If they do, I will probably hang out at their house until the house sells. Which would basically involve me in living in a shell of a house for that time. And, it would also be about an hour commute each way. That will get old really, really quickly.
So, my living situation is still unsettled. It's kinda nice not paying any rent, but it's also getting pretty old since I'm homeless and living out of a suitcase. It does make me realize that I really don't need much stuff to live. The only things that I have available to me is my clothes, toiletries, a laptop, my cameras, and assorted books. Oh and Howie Fandel III. I can't forget him.
Peace out kids. I'm trying to post a bit more frequently. I know that you 2-3 readers out there have been crying about it.
Keep on keepin' on.
Saturday, March 31, 2007
Wednesday, March 28, 2007
The Wedding
Here's a summary of Big R's and Lil N's wedding:
The crew reaches our destination on Friday afternoon. There are 5 groomsmen (6 if you include Big R) and all of us have our significant others with us.
Friday evening is the rehearsal/rehearsal dinner/bar crashing. Everything goes smoothly during the rehearsal and rehearsal dinner. After dinner, about 15 of us go to the bar to hang out and have a good time.
Annie was lucky enough to be our designated driver that night. So there were four men in the truck and Annie driving us. One of the groomsmen started speaking in Spanish. He was really getting into it, but I couldn't understand a word of it, except for the Spanish word for "harmonica."
I turned around and asked him, "What in the heck are you saying?"
He proceeds to tell us the translation, which involved something about "play my mushroom like a harmonica." Apparently, he's been to some interesting places in Mexico. So, Big R and I start laughing. I was laughing so hard that I started crying. Annie, on the other hand, was none too impressed. Poor girl. She was stuck in a truck with 4 not-so-sober dudes, with one of them saying some pretty graphic stuff about his "mushroom."
So we get back to the hotel, and since my place is always the gathering place, we end up chillin' there. The only problem is that it's about 2:30 A.M., and Annie was wanting to go to sleep. So, bless her heart, now she has 3 guys in her hotel room. And not a one of us able to pass a field sobriety test. Although, I was pretty stable. Big R and our Spanish-speaking friend were not anywhere close to the world of "sober."
Annie, the trooper that she is, didn't say a word and let the 3 of us hang out. The party didn't last too long though, and Big R eventually feel asleep in one of the chairs. It took an Act of Congress to get him up. I ended up escorting him back to his hotel room, but not before we did the "Tommy Boy" routine on Cameltoes' hotel door. You know the scene from "Tommy Boy" where David Spade is trying to wake up Chris Farley. So Big R and I are yelling "House keeping!" at his door at 3 in the morning. I'm very thankful that we didn't get kicked out of the hotel that night.
Cameltoes said that he did hear us, but he just wanted to ignore us. Not cool. You could have at least opened the door and said "Hi" to us. Poor, poor Cameltoes.
The next morning, I find out that Big Judy's wife is not feeling very well. She was actively vomiting until about 2 that afternoon. She felt so bad that she missed the wedding, which was a 6 P.M. Poor girl.
Saturday night was the wedding and the reception. The wedding went fine, except for Big R's profuse sweating during the entire deal.
The rehearsal was pretty interesting. I ended up in a dance-off competition with the Maid-of Honor to Michael Jackson's "Billy Jean." The crowd loved it, and I rocked it. I really needed some white socks and a fedora, and it would have been perfect. It was good to be "that guy" again.* I haven't done that in quite a while.
The reception ends and group of us heads to the bar. Unbeknownst to me, Annie had drank a little more than was normal for her. We again closed down the bar and headed back to the hotel.
The next morning we get up and I can tell that Annie ain't exactly up to par. With every exhale she was moaning, and I knew that was not good. We had to get an extension for our checkout because she was moving that slow.
We finally hit the road a little after 1:00 P.M., and we hadn't traveled more than 5 miles when Annie told me to pull over. We stopped at a Love's. She hurled her guts out in the gas station bathroom. I was finally hungry, so while she was tossing her cookies, I was waiting for my Arby's sandwich. The smell of that meal almost made her loose it again, so I ate it rapidly.
We drove another 2 hours or so, and she was still feeling pretty bad. As a joke I asked her, "You know, we're getting pretty close to College Station. Do you want to stop and get some wing?" I must first say that Annie does NOT like buffalo wings. As soon as I said that, she starts gagging. I felt really bad for that. I really did. I was just trying to joke around with her. Honestly.
Well, about 2 minutes later she made me pull over. So with an audience of myself, about 40 goats, and an untold number of people that passed us as we were parked on the shoulder, she proceeded to hurl again. I was laughing pretty hard at the situation. Annie the trooper that she is, saw the humor in the moment. She said, "This is soooooo trashy."
Why would it be trashy? The fact that she was vomiting on the side of a busy highway? Or the fact that there was an audience of 40 goats watching?
I found out later that on Saturday night, Lil N was vomiting in their "Honeymoon Suite." No loving for Big R. Poor, poor Big R.
So, while the 6 of us guys all felt fine during the weekend's festivities, exactly 50% of our significant others had numerous bouts of vomiting. Pretty dang ironic, methinks.
Keep on keepin' on.
* When I say "that guy" I mean what people are saying when I'm on the dance floor, 99% of the time without a partner. It's when I'm really breakin' it down. So the people around would say, "Holy cow, look at that guy! He can really dance! I bet he's good in bed!" It's amazing how accurate that statement is. Good dancer = Good love maker.
The crew reaches our destination on Friday afternoon. There are 5 groomsmen (6 if you include Big R) and all of us have our significant others with us.
Friday evening is the rehearsal/rehearsal dinner/bar crashing. Everything goes smoothly during the rehearsal and rehearsal dinner. After dinner, about 15 of us go to the bar to hang out and have a good time.
Annie was lucky enough to be our designated driver that night. So there were four men in the truck and Annie driving us. One of the groomsmen started speaking in Spanish. He was really getting into it, but I couldn't understand a word of it, except for the Spanish word for "harmonica."
I turned around and asked him, "What in the heck are you saying?"
He proceeds to tell us the translation, which involved something about "play my mushroom like a harmonica." Apparently, he's been to some interesting places in Mexico. So, Big R and I start laughing. I was laughing so hard that I started crying. Annie, on the other hand, was none too impressed. Poor girl. She was stuck in a truck with 4 not-so-sober dudes, with one of them saying some pretty graphic stuff about his "mushroom."
So we get back to the hotel, and since my place is always the gathering place, we end up chillin' there. The only problem is that it's about 2:30 A.M., and Annie was wanting to go to sleep. So, bless her heart, now she has 3 guys in her hotel room. And not a one of us able to pass a field sobriety test. Although, I was pretty stable. Big R and our Spanish-speaking friend were not anywhere close to the world of "sober."
Annie, the trooper that she is, didn't say a word and let the 3 of us hang out. The party didn't last too long though, and Big R eventually feel asleep in one of the chairs. It took an Act of Congress to get him up. I ended up escorting him back to his hotel room, but not before we did the "Tommy Boy" routine on Cameltoes' hotel door. You know the scene from "Tommy Boy" where David Spade is trying to wake up Chris Farley. So Big R and I are yelling "House keeping!" at his door at 3 in the morning. I'm very thankful that we didn't get kicked out of the hotel that night.
Cameltoes said that he did hear us, but he just wanted to ignore us. Not cool. You could have at least opened the door and said "Hi" to us. Poor, poor Cameltoes.
The next morning, I find out that Big Judy's wife is not feeling very well. She was actively vomiting until about 2 that afternoon. She felt so bad that she missed the wedding, which was a 6 P.M. Poor girl.
Saturday night was the wedding and the reception. The wedding went fine, except for Big R's profuse sweating during the entire deal.
The rehearsal was pretty interesting. I ended up in a dance-off competition with the Maid-of Honor to Michael Jackson's "Billy Jean." The crowd loved it, and I rocked it. I really needed some white socks and a fedora, and it would have been perfect. It was good to be "that guy" again.* I haven't done that in quite a while.
The reception ends and group of us heads to the bar. Unbeknownst to me, Annie had drank a little more than was normal for her. We again closed down the bar and headed back to the hotel.
The next morning we get up and I can tell that Annie ain't exactly up to par. With every exhale she was moaning, and I knew that was not good. We had to get an extension for our checkout because she was moving that slow.
We finally hit the road a little after 1:00 P.M., and we hadn't traveled more than 5 miles when Annie told me to pull over. We stopped at a Love's. She hurled her guts out in the gas station bathroom. I was finally hungry, so while she was tossing her cookies, I was waiting for my Arby's sandwich. The smell of that meal almost made her loose it again, so I ate it rapidly.
We drove another 2 hours or so, and she was still feeling pretty bad. As a joke I asked her, "You know, we're getting pretty close to College Station. Do you want to stop and get some wing?" I must first say that Annie does NOT like buffalo wings. As soon as I said that, she starts gagging. I felt really bad for that. I really did. I was just trying to joke around with her. Honestly.
Well, about 2 minutes later she made me pull over. So with an audience of myself, about 40 goats, and an untold number of people that passed us as we were parked on the shoulder, she proceeded to hurl again. I was laughing pretty hard at the situation. Annie the trooper that she is, saw the humor in the moment. She said, "This is soooooo trashy."
Why would it be trashy? The fact that she was vomiting on the side of a busy highway? Or the fact that there was an audience of 40 goats watching?
I found out later that on Saturday night, Lil N was vomiting in their "Honeymoon Suite." No loving for Big R. Poor, poor Big R.
So, while the 6 of us guys all felt fine during the weekend's festivities, exactly 50% of our significant others had numerous bouts of vomiting. Pretty dang ironic, methinks.
Keep on keepin' on.
* When I say "that guy" I mean what people are saying when I'm on the dance floor, 99% of the time without a partner. It's when I'm really breakin' it down. So the people around would say, "Holy cow, look at that guy! He can really dance! I bet he's good in bed!" It's amazing how accurate that statement is. Good dancer = Good love maker.
You Deserve What You Get
As a veterinarian, I've heard a lot of crazy stories about people and their animals. This one ranks up there as one of the funniest, and also one of the saddest.
I was driving yesterday and listening to the radio. I heard a report on the pet food recall. They mainly were talking about the number of pet deaths related to the tainted food. At the very end of the news story, the said, "There is at least one known human case involving the tainted dog food." The woman ate some of the dog food, because she was trying to get her dog to eat the food. She was trying to convince the dog that the food was actually people food, since she was eating it (because a dog would logically think that since a person is eating food, it couldn't possibly be dog food, right?) She then suffered from "vomiting and FOAMING OF THE MOUTH' for 3 days."
I laughed out loud for about 10 seconds straight. I sorta felt guilty for laughing, but then I realized that she was the idiot that ate the dog food in the first place. It's not like she was a homeless person eating it because she couldn't afford anything else (which is pretty common). Then I wouldn't have laughed at all, because that wouldn't be funny. But this woman is just an idiot.
Keep on keepin' on.
I was driving yesterday and listening to the radio. I heard a report on the pet food recall. They mainly were talking about the number of pet deaths related to the tainted food. At the very end of the news story, the said, "There is at least one known human case involving the tainted dog food." The woman ate some of the dog food, because she was trying to get her dog to eat the food. She was trying to convince the dog that the food was actually people food, since she was eating it (because a dog would logically think that since a person is eating food, it couldn't possibly be dog food, right?) She then suffered from "vomiting and FOAMING OF THE MOUTH' for 3 days."
I laughed out loud for about 10 seconds straight. I sorta felt guilty for laughing, but then I realized that she was the idiot that ate the dog food in the first place. It's not like she was a homeless person eating it because she couldn't afford anything else (which is pretty common). Then I wouldn't have laughed at all, because that wouldn't be funny. But this woman is just an idiot.
Keep on keepin' on.
Saturday, March 24, 2007
Scheming
I love scheming. I love trying to think up different ways to make a few extra $$$, all the while minimizing the time/effort needed to make said extra $$$.
I've had all sorts of ideas pop in me head over the years, and I've never really jumped on any of them. I need to get me arse buckled down and get on one of them. I'm just not really sure which one to jump on.
It's also kinda tough when you were a pretty large jackass and managed to pile on a fairly large chunk of consumer debt. So I ain't exactly got a lot of $$$ laying around, just sitting there to invest in said schemes.
Alls I knows is that there has got to be a better way to make a living. And I'm not complaining about being a veterinarian. I like the job. I just don't like the idea of having to go to work each and every day. Because it's not good to have all your eggs in one basket, now is it? There are a ton of "what-ifs" that could happen, and I need to get me arse some added security.
Here's my dream set up: I'd find additional sources of income, in addition to me day job. That way I could seriously cutback on the day job thing, and have more of what I really want: freetime.
Cuz basically, I'm a bum. I'd like to stop and smell the roses every once in a while. I'd like to take a vacation, that isn't confined to 5.4 days, cuz I've gotta get my arse back to work. I'd like to be able to "work", but not on a specific, rigid schedule.
I'd like to be able to get to a project when I feel like it. Not like having to be @ work at 7:58 A.M. and have my first appointment at 8:00, with the next one at 8:14, and etc.
I'd like to be able to do things on my own time schedule. For instance, let's say that I had something come up, and I couldn't start project A until 9:27 A.M. At my current job, that just doesn't cut it. But if I had other sources of income, it could very well cut it, because they'd be much more flexible in schedule. And if I wanted to work on the project until 2 in the morning, then so be it. I can't exactly do that in the current job either.
So, basically, I'd like to take some of the eggs that I have in my basket, and place them on other assorted ventures. Ones that require minimal $$$ and not a ton of time, since holding down a full time job is pretty time consuming as it is.
One such idea that has been rumbling through my mule brain is an odd one. My brother and I have been talking about buying a car wash. My brother works for one; in fact, he's the manager at a $2.5 million dollar one. This business is bringing in a TON of $. It's one of the top car wash businesses in the state.
So my plan is this: Bubba and I buy a car wash. Split it 50-50 in ownership. Then, I will have him be the manager of it. He would basically be doing the same job that he's doing now, only he'd make more money, and it would be a much better deal in the long run.
So, the only problem is: how to get financing. And where to put the car wash. And how much we are willing to risk. And how much time I'd be willing to invest in it.
But, if our car wash would be 1/2 as profitable as the one that he's working at, we'd be doing very, very well.
But, I also may be full of crap, and just scheming, scheming, scheming.
I could also just go back to being a pimp playa, a true money maka. Like they say, "Pimpin' ain't easy."
Keep on keepin' on.
I've had all sorts of ideas pop in me head over the years, and I've never really jumped on any of them. I need to get me arse buckled down and get on one of them. I'm just not really sure which one to jump on.
It's also kinda tough when you were a pretty large jackass and managed to pile on a fairly large chunk of consumer debt. So I ain't exactly got a lot of $$$ laying around, just sitting there to invest in said schemes.
Alls I knows is that there has got to be a better way to make a living. And I'm not complaining about being a veterinarian. I like the job. I just don't like the idea of having to go to work each and every day. Because it's not good to have all your eggs in one basket, now is it? There are a ton of "what-ifs" that could happen, and I need to get me arse some added security.
Here's my dream set up: I'd find additional sources of income, in addition to me day job. That way I could seriously cutback on the day job thing, and have more of what I really want: freetime.
Cuz basically, I'm a bum. I'd like to stop and smell the roses every once in a while. I'd like to take a vacation, that isn't confined to 5.4 days, cuz I've gotta get my arse back to work. I'd like to be able to "work", but not on a specific, rigid schedule.
I'd like to be able to get to a project when I feel like it. Not like having to be @ work at 7:58 A.M. and have my first appointment at 8:00, with the next one at 8:14, and etc.
I'd like to be able to do things on my own time schedule. For instance, let's say that I had something come up, and I couldn't start project A until 9:27 A.M. At my current job, that just doesn't cut it. But if I had other sources of income, it could very well cut it, because they'd be much more flexible in schedule. And if I wanted to work on the project until 2 in the morning, then so be it. I can't exactly do that in the current job either.
So, basically, I'd like to take some of the eggs that I have in my basket, and place them on other assorted ventures. Ones that require minimal $$$ and not a ton of time, since holding down a full time job is pretty time consuming as it is.
One such idea that has been rumbling through my mule brain is an odd one. My brother and I have been talking about buying a car wash. My brother works for one; in fact, he's the manager at a $2.5 million dollar one. This business is bringing in a TON of $. It's one of the top car wash businesses in the state.
So my plan is this: Bubba and I buy a car wash. Split it 50-50 in ownership. Then, I will have him be the manager of it. He would basically be doing the same job that he's doing now, only he'd make more money, and it would be a much better deal in the long run.
So, the only problem is: how to get financing. And where to put the car wash. And how much we are willing to risk. And how much time I'd be willing to invest in it.
But, if our car wash would be 1/2 as profitable as the one that he's working at, we'd be doing very, very well.
But, I also may be full of crap, and just scheming, scheming, scheming.
I could also just go back to being a pimp playa, a true money maka. Like they say, "Pimpin' ain't easy."
Keep on keepin' on.
Wednesday, March 21, 2007
Crazy Cats
I got this from http://www.littlegreenfootballs.com/ and I think that you should go there often for updates on the world.
(actually the story is from this website:) http://littlegreenfootballs.com/weblog/?entry=24853_Leftists_Supporting_the_Troops&only
This is from an "Anti-war Rally" in Portland, Oregon from this week. Not only are they burning the U.S. flag UPSIDE DOWN, they are burning a U.S. soldier. Kind of a two-for-one deal.
I'd be hard pressed to "turn the other cheek" to these crazy cats.
This really pisses me off. How about you?
You know, if you hate this country so much, LEAVE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Keep on keepin' on.
P.S. I'm working on the highlight reel from Big R's and Lil N's weeding, as I have to write is all over again. Damn computers.
Monday, March 19, 2007
Mother Trucker!
A few days ago, I had typed up a pretty good summary of last weekend's extravaganza (a.k.a. Big R and Lil N's wedding). Well, the freaking internet did somersaults on me and I lost the post......a very long post.
So I'll get back to it in the next few days or so.
Today I got reamed cuz the clinic I was supposed to work at screwed up and booked somebody else for today. And of course, I didn't realize that until I actually showed up to the clinic. Thanks. I appreciate it. So I woke up, got all dressed up, drove 30 minutes, waited 30 minutes for them to realize that they didn't need me, and then decided that I'd make the most of the trip and bought 5 books at Barnes and Noble for $47. Great day.
I'd better get my arse moving.
Peace out. Keep on keepin' on.
So I'll get back to it in the next few days or so.
Today I got reamed cuz the clinic I was supposed to work at screwed up and booked somebody else for today. And of course, I didn't realize that until I actually showed up to the clinic. Thanks. I appreciate it. So I woke up, got all dressed up, drove 30 minutes, waited 30 minutes for them to realize that they didn't need me, and then decided that I'd make the most of the trip and bought 5 books at Barnes and Noble for $47. Great day.
I'd better get my arse moving.
Peace out. Keep on keepin' on.
Thursday, March 08, 2007
It's Not Too Late Big R!!!
That's right, Big R. There's still plenty of time to back out of this. Keep strong Buddy!
On a similar note, I'm busy preparing for my two (2) toasts/speeches to see how badly I can embarrass the two by telling slightly inappropriate stories.
Let me get this straight, talking about the "You're F&^%&in' Psycho" night IS O.K., right?*
Should I mention Big R's slightly homosexual tendencies? That might be fun. Or how about Lil N's stunning ability to still be with Big R, even with his previously mentioned "tendencies."
Well, I've got about 24 hours to come up with something. I generally like ad libbing, but at least need a theme. But seriously, I have a pretty good theme for 1 of the toasts, but I'm still working on the other one. Baby steps.
Oh, and am I supposed to care that grandparents and other assorted relatives are gonna be in the audience, or do I completely disregard that? Methinks I should disregard them.
Don't you worry Lil N.
Oh this is gonna be fun. I'm giddy. Nothing like me with a microphone and an audience.
Keep on keepin' on.
*Don't worry, I'm not even gonna go anywhere near the events of that night.
On a similar note, I'm busy preparing for my two (2) toasts/speeches to see how badly I can embarrass the two by telling slightly inappropriate stories.
Let me get this straight, talking about the "You're F&^%&in' Psycho" night IS O.K., right?*
Should I mention Big R's slightly homosexual tendencies? That might be fun. Or how about Lil N's stunning ability to still be with Big R, even with his previously mentioned "tendencies."
Well, I've got about 24 hours to come up with something. I generally like ad libbing, but at least need a theme. But seriously, I have a pretty good theme for 1 of the toasts, but I'm still working on the other one. Baby steps.
Oh, and am I supposed to care that grandparents and other assorted relatives are gonna be in the audience, or do I completely disregard that? Methinks I should disregard them.
Don't you worry Lil N.
Oh this is gonna be fun. I'm giddy. Nothing like me with a microphone and an audience.
Keep on keepin' on.
*Don't worry, I'm not even gonna go anywhere near the events of that night.
Wednesday, March 07, 2007
I'm Gonna Hack Some People Off Today
I got this from here. This quote is from Emily's List President Ellen Malcolm, about the groups support of Hillary for president, and her Pro-Choice stance:
"The time has come to elect Hillary Clinton to the presidency," she said. "The time has come to elect a president with her commitment to women and children. The time has come to elect a president who will protect a woman's rights, particularly their reproductive rights."
If that's not a contradiction, I don't know what is. How exactly do you have a "commitment to...children" and still want to protect women's "reproductive rights?" I'm just asking. Are you for protecting children, or not? It seems kinda hypocritical to me. As in, "I'm for protecting children, but not if they are in the womb." Unless you're in Europe, where infanticide is becoming more and more popular, but that's an entirely different topic.
And with the "world's most premature baby," who was born at 21 WEEKS and 6 days, doing great, it kinda makes the argument about when exactly life begins a little more tricky. When exactly is a "person" a "person" anyway? Is it now at 21 weeks and 6 days? What about 21 weeks and 5 days? What about 15 weeks? What about 1 day? What about 1 hour? What about 1 second?
And when exactly is "murder" considered "murder?" There are laws on the books that say you can be tried for 2 murders if you kill a pregnant mother. So how is that any different, aside for the obvious part about the mother not being killed, than terminating a pregnancy on purpose? Does it make any difference to the fetus? He/she dies either way. He/she didn't have any say in the matter. Neither did the pregnant mother that was killed, and both she and her baby have rights.......but only in this case I guess.
Sorry about my rant here, but I just read that article and it really hacked me off. Lord help us if Hillary wins the Presidency. And that's just one issue that this nation will be crippled with if she wins.
Keep on keepin' on.
"The time has come to elect Hillary Clinton to the presidency," she said. "The time has come to elect a president with her commitment to women and children. The time has come to elect a president who will protect a woman's rights, particularly their reproductive rights."
If that's not a contradiction, I don't know what is. How exactly do you have a "commitment to...children" and still want to protect women's "reproductive rights?" I'm just asking. Are you for protecting children, or not? It seems kinda hypocritical to me. As in, "I'm for protecting children, but not if they are in the womb." Unless you're in Europe, where infanticide is becoming more and more popular, but that's an entirely different topic.
And with the "world's most premature baby," who was born at 21 WEEKS and 6 days, doing great, it kinda makes the argument about when exactly life begins a little more tricky. When exactly is a "person" a "person" anyway? Is it now at 21 weeks and 6 days? What about 21 weeks and 5 days? What about 15 weeks? What about 1 day? What about 1 hour? What about 1 second?
And when exactly is "murder" considered "murder?" There are laws on the books that say you can be tried for 2 murders if you kill a pregnant mother. So how is that any different, aside for the obvious part about the mother not being killed, than terminating a pregnancy on purpose? Does it make any difference to the fetus? He/she dies either way. He/she didn't have any say in the matter. Neither did the pregnant mother that was killed, and both she and her baby have rights.......but only in this case I guess.
Sorry about my rant here, but I just read that article and it really hacked me off. Lord help us if Hillary wins the Presidency. And that's just one issue that this nation will be crippled with if she wins.
Keep on keepin' on.
History Repeats Itself
Further down this post is an excerpt from an article that I read today.
But on a lighter note, Big R and Lil N are getting hitched this weekend. I talked to Big R last night and he still apparently wants to do it. And Lil N does too. Interesting.
You know I'm just teasing you two. I'm thrilled and happy for the both of you. I wish you a long and happy and fruitful marriage. I also heard that the town you two are living in is a nice place to raise a family. That's the rumor anyway.
It's gonna be a good time, and I hope that Annie likes driving, because she's gonna have to be the designated driver. Sorry Bean. But you're a real sport for taking one for the team. Thanks a TON in advance.
Dr. Toes (i.e. Chief Pounds on Toes) is getting settled in Oregon. They got all of the stuff moved in and he's busy getting his things in order again. I'm sure that Mars and the Big Penis (I mean Venus) are loving the snow and cold weather again.
And to end this post:
I got this from a article from www.omegaletter.com.
It's called "The 'Peacemakers'" by Deborah T Bucknam
"On March 12, 1975, Democrat Rep. (now Senator and Presidential candidate) Chris Dodd from Connecticut stated on the floor of the U.S. House: “The greatest gift our country can give the Cambodian people is not guns but peace. And the best way to accomplish that goal is by ending military aid now.” The American Congress cut off all military aid to Cambodia and South Vietnam.
This is what happened one month and five days later as a result of Chris Dodd’s and other Democrats’ “gift of peace”:
On April 17th, 1975 the Khmer Rouge, a communist guerrilla group led by Pol Pot, took power in Phnom Penh, the capital of Cambodia. They forced all city dwellers into the countryside and to labor camps. During their rule, it is estimated that 2 million Cambodians died by starvation, torture or execution. 2 million Cambodians represented approximately 30% of the Cambodian population during that time"
Anybody see a resemblance to today if we are to pull out of Iraq now? Hmmmmm.
Keep on keepin' on.
But on a lighter note, Big R and Lil N are getting hitched this weekend. I talked to Big R last night and he still apparently wants to do it. And Lil N does too. Interesting.
You know I'm just teasing you two. I'm thrilled and happy for the both of you. I wish you a long and happy and fruitful marriage. I also heard that the town you two are living in is a nice place to raise a family. That's the rumor anyway.
It's gonna be a good time, and I hope that Annie likes driving, because she's gonna have to be the designated driver. Sorry Bean. But you're a real sport for taking one for the team. Thanks a TON in advance.
Dr. Toes (i.e. Chief Pounds on Toes) is getting settled in Oregon. They got all of the stuff moved in and he's busy getting his things in order again. I'm sure that Mars and the Big Penis (I mean Venus) are loving the snow and cold weather again.
And to end this post:
I got this from a article from www.omegaletter.com.
It's called "The 'Peacemakers'" by Deborah T Bucknam
"On March 12, 1975, Democrat Rep. (now Senator and Presidential candidate) Chris Dodd from Connecticut stated on the floor of the U.S. House: “The greatest gift our country can give the Cambodian people is not guns but peace. And the best way to accomplish that goal is by ending military aid now.” The American Congress cut off all military aid to Cambodia and South Vietnam.
This is what happened one month and five days later as a result of Chris Dodd’s and other Democrats’ “gift of peace”:
On April 17th, 1975 the Khmer Rouge, a communist guerrilla group led by Pol Pot, took power in Phnom Penh, the capital of Cambodia. They forced all city dwellers into the countryside and to labor camps. During their rule, it is estimated that 2 million Cambodians died by starvation, torture or execution. 2 million Cambodians represented approximately 30% of the Cambodian population during that time"
Anybody see a resemblance to today if we are to pull out of Iraq now? Hmmmmm.
Keep on keepin' on.
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