ShipsLog

Beauty becomes a beast!

Wed, 23 Jul 2008 21:24:36 GMT

This is LukeVegas in Utah, he is holding Elsie Mae.

Today started off to be a great day. We picked up our Grandson Luke Vegas for breakfast. He wanted to go to work with me when I said I was going to plumb and wire for a washer and Dryer at Josh’s FLAT. Luke looks up to the Twins because of their musical ability. Luke himself just doesn’t have the patience to practice. Shirl started him on Piano and Guitar but he just gave up. You know how we want everything to be fast and easy.

Luke is twelve.

Anyway Luke and I cut into the lines and I let him run the PVC piping. He did a great job. He knocked the holes in the block for the outside dryer vent and washer water. I let him plumb the waste drain for the washer. He was very efficient at it.

I did the electrical work, but he was there to anticipate which tool I would need next. He drilled the holes in the concrete and mounted the back boards to hold the faucets and drain since they were against a block wall. I ran the 220v for the Dryer and a separate 115 V for the washer. And then the trouble started.

Sherry took a load of clothes to try the washer out. When the washer finished the cycle, Sherry reached in and the clothes were still wet. It would not spin.

SHUCKS! SHUCKS! AND SHUCKS!

We bought the washer and dryer at a yard sale. $100 for both $20 delivery. They had not been used in six months.

Now I must figure out why NO SPINEEE!……. Oh well. If someone knows how to take the tub out of the washer LET ME KNOW! I have the agitator out, but can’t figure how to remove the nut looking thing from the shaft. Looks like it requires special tool #356A or something like that. HA!

Ah the life of the handy man.

Thanks for coming to hear my tales of woe!

Nite ShipsLog

PS:

Signs read and noted:

Make love, not war.
Heck, do both
GET MARRIED!
Women's restroom
The Filling Station, Bozeman, MT

A Woman's Rule of Thumb:
If it is male or has tires,
you're going to have trouble with it
Women's restroom
Dick's Last Resort, Dallas, TX

Beauty is only a light switch away.
Perkins Library, Duke University, Durham, NC

Banks and the FDIC

Tue, 22 Jul 2008 23:21:10 GMT

Is your money insured? Did you have to run down to the bank and draw any out? Shucks, our car was dragging the bottom when we left, now we don’t know what to do with it all?

Are you concerned about the banks? I know the FDIC insures money in financial institutions, but if a bunch fails, where does the FDIC get the money to cover all the losses? Sherry and I are no where near the point of going over the insured amount so that does not worry me. What worries me is our Tax dollars paying out money to cover BAD investments. That bothers me.

I have no idea what to call it or what it is. But I do know that we Americans, collectively, live way above our means. This generation was raised on credit, and they don’t know anything else. Credit is a two edged sword. It is convenient and sometimes necessary. However credit is like any tool, it must be used wisely. In my youth, in our section of the country we ‘charged’ things. Or you ran a ‘bill’ at the grocery store. When daddy bought a bag (sack or poke) of groceries, he would say I need to charge this. The store owner would be out an old note book and write today’s purchase down and total what was on the books.. Then he would show it to daddy, and he would say, “I will pay you Monday.”

Some people could not manage their money or maybe a tragedy or unexpected expense happened that week. BUT they would try to pay something to show good faith, and they had to let an amount ‘ride’ on the books until next payday. But as a rule the books were cleared each payday. As far as I know there was no interest, or carrying charges the customer just paid what he or she owed. Not everybody was a good risk and a grocer could not let them charge. Even at the personal level the grocer still had some losses by misjudging people. There have always been dead beats. People who live off the good will of a store owner, kin folks or friends. A store owner would have never let someone run up a bill of say $25 in a week, when their income was on average $35.00 a week. They would say, “THAT IS NOT GOOD BUSINESS’.

Banks and their customers for houses, have not used good judgment or common sense in the past few years. Now the nation is going to suffer. We do not have an IRA, so that is no worry for us. If you do, I do trust that it is safe.

HAVE YOU NOTICED, THAT COMMON SENSE IS NOT SO COMMON ANYMORE?

Thanks for coming this way.

Nite ShipsLog

PS:

It's hard to make a comeback when you haven't been anywhere.
Written in the dust on the back of a bus,
Wickenburg, AZ

No matter how good she looks, some other guy is sick and tired of putting up with her s**t.
Men's Room
Linda's Bar and Grill, Chapel Hill , NC

Friends don't let friends
take ugly men home
Women's restroom
Starboard, Dewey Beach, DE

Dentist & "US" Old Folk

Mon, 21 Jul 2008 15:46:11 GMT

(For you EARLY risers!)

Today is go back to the dentist day! But first we must go to Hardees with all the old folk.

(My Daddy was in his mid fifties before he EVER sat in a Dentist chair. When he came home I was there, he said, "Son you have no idea what he did. He put five pounds of hard ware in there and both hands!" My answer was this is the first time I ever knew something before you!)

Do you swing? When we built here on this lot, and the work was nearly finished, We wanted a swing. There was a great place to hang one or two or three in the patch of woods behind the house. So I went to buy a swing. A four foot porch swing sold for $89.00, WHAT? I had planned on putting less than that in two or three. Of course, cheap me, home I go. Then to the my drawing board, and proceed to draw and figure the cost of building swings out of treated wood.

Back to the supply house got materials and chains. In two days I had two five foot swings for $25.00. WE hung them in the woods and enjoyed them so much. Now one is on a stand behind the motor home, in the next yard, and one on a stand over behind my brother in laws house.

Today after an errand and lunch we went over and sat in the swing. It was pleasant. You can solve a lot of problems while swinging. In the summer, when would visit Sherry’s sister Colette and her hubby Sonny, we always went to the porch. Sonny and I in the swing and The girls in porch chairs.

Most mill houses had a swing on the front porch, Sherry’s family did not have one on their porch, so our smooching was done in two springy chairs. I coulda used a swing then, let me tell you. Maybe that is why her dad did not have a porch swing. Never thought of that before.

Sherry, outside doing her daily Bible reading, I asked her about the swing, she said it was her mom not her dad that preferred the chairs. Her Mama was sweet, I know that was nothing personal towards me.

Hey I am sorry, the reason I started this, was a subject that came up as we were swinging. I looked at my hands and said "I can remember looking at old men’s hands and they looked like these."

She looked at me like I was some kind of nut and said, “WELL, YOU ARE OLD!”

Now, back to the couch for her!!!

Thanks for coming by the Log.

Nite ShipsLog

PS:

Signs in bathrooms: him.
You're too good for him.
Sign over mirror in Women's restroom
Ed Debevic's, Beverly Hill s ,

No wonder you always go home alone.
Sign over mirror in Men's restroom,
Ed Debevic's, Beverly Hill s , CA

If voting could really change things,
it would be illegal.
Revolution Books
New York , New York .

If pro is opposite of con,then what is the opposite of progress?
Congress!
Men's restroom House of Representatives,
Washington , DC

You read it right, in the bathroom of the House!

This is aChristian Nation

Sun, 20 Jul 2008 13:42:51 GMT

I am going to be short and sweet, maybe not sweet. He said, “The USA is no longer a Christian Nation, but a nation of Jews, buddists, muslims and other religions.”

The statement alone shows me Mr. Obama does not understand what Christians do. We respect others beliefs.

I disagree fully with that assessment. From nearly the beginning of this great nation there have been other cultures and religions. They thrived in a Christian Nation. Because Christians contrary to some religions are tolerant, we respect another’s beliefs and gladly have made room for religions that could respect our government and president. Nothing more is required of them.

We take Sunday as a day of rest and worship in America, we have since it’s discovery. Because by far that is considered by most as Christian holiday.

Contrary wise, some religions are not so tolerant nor forgiving. Entire countries, especially in the Muslim world DO NOT allow the free expression of any religion, other than their own. Then there are countries predominantly Muslim that allow other religions to CO-exist and worship as they see fit. But the nation STILL considers itself Muslim. Take Egypt for example, many religions are present in Egypt. Is it still a Muslim Nation? Bet your Bippie! would they tolerate someone saying no we are not Muslim, we are a rainbow of religions. BULL CHIPS@!

NO because EGYPT IS A MUSLIM NATION.

THE UNITED STATES OF AMERICA IS A CHRISTIAN NATION.

YES THERE ARE OTHER RELIGIONS HERE, BUT THEY EXIST IN A CHRISTIAN NATION, BECAUSE IT IS A CHRISTIAN NATION! That is the beauty of being a Christian Nation.

CANADA IS A CHRISTIAN NATION

THE UNITED KINGDOM ARE CHRISTIAN NATIONS

CHRISTIANS welcome and exist beside of other religions without burning their Churches, Mosques, shrines or temples, SOLELY BECAUSE THESE ARE CHRISTIAN NATIONS.

YOU SHOULDN’T LIVE HERE, IN THE USA AND CALL IT SOMETHING ELSE. SO THERE!

Thanks for coming this way.

Nite ShipsLog

PS:

Can you cry under water?

How important does a person have to be before they are considered assassinated instead of just murdered?

Why do you have to "put your two cents in"... but it's only a "penny for your thoughts"?

Where's that extra penny going to?

Once you're in heaven, do you get stuck wearing the clothes you were buried in for eternity?

My Time, Politics!!! OIL!! DRILL!!

Sat, 19 Jul 2008 20:41:18 GMT

We have politicians who can convince folks this is summer!

If it was not so serious, Politics would be funny.

On AOL I looked at the statement Pelosi made:

“President Bush is a total failure.”

They had a poll underneath her name and statement.

I sometimes vote in these polls I did in this one.

53% said Bush was a total failure.

There was another block to vote on Pelosi. I personally think she is a flake and a failure. I had to laugh.

54% said Pelosi was a total failure.

Now is that a case of the pot calling the kettle black.

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I have said it before and I will say it again. Folks I haven’t witnessed much done by a president, that the opposing party did not think he stunk. We are so stuck on this party crap that we cannot see straight. When the man of OUR party says he will bring about change, we say YEAH!!!! YOU ARE right. GO FOR IT!

Bull stuff. About all you will see change is the faces in the white house. The Congress is the working body that can make changes in this country and they owe so much to special interests, you may not see a lot change in this country until there is some HONEST COOPERATION between parties. Now that time frame has been set before. Cooperation will come about when hell freezes over.

We ate at a restaurant yesterday morning. It was after the crowd left, so one of the owners had time to sit and chat. She was irate, and I agreed with her. Our president tried many years ago to get permission to drill for oil in the states, off shore and up in Alaska. NADA! He pushed for an area to develop and build a better refinery, NADA. Reason given, he is an oil man. Yeah so what ?We needed the oil didn’t we? Now it is $4 a gallon our congress still will not concede. Saying it is short sighted and he is looking only after OIL INTERESTS! This may be a surprise to you, but OIL interests are the only ones who can get us out of this problem.

Okay that makes sense. No drilling and we still pay the ARABS thru the nose and are held hostage. EVERY THINKING PERSON KNOWS we need to switch to alternate fuels. But what are you going to do til then, walk? Ha.

Your congress men are not. WE pay for their gas, why should they worry.

I am an ex-small-small-small business man. I looked up the profit margin of the oil companies, it was less than 17%. I know builders who make 30%. ( I never could). DADGUMMIT Of course they made Billions, 17% of MANY BILLIONS OF dollars sales is Billions. Our congress’s answer was tax that profit!!!!! WE already have, is it fair to tax it again. NO!

Carter was a Farmer, the farmers protested. Subsidies were applied. Did I hear, He is Farm. He is just aiding his buddies.

So Bush is connected to OIL. So we are not going to do anything to solve our NATIONAL SHAME. We are going to allow some environmentalists to decide we should pay $5 a gallon instead of looking for the only sure way to lower the costs. DRILL and find MORE OIL. I have to laugh when someone says you can’t drill yourself out of this problem!

Of course you can! (Sorry this one was long, I got carried away!)

Nite ShipsLog

RAC Motoring Services
Caller: "Does your European Breakdown Policy cover me when I am traveling in Australia ?"
Operator "Does the product name give you a clue?"
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Mort would like this one!

Caller (enquiring about legal requirements while traveling in Europe )
"If I register my car in France , and then take it to England , do I have to change the steering wheel to the other side of the car?"
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Directory Enquiries
Caller: "I'd like the number of the Argo Fish Bar, please"
Operator: "I'm sorry, there's no listing. Are you sure that the spelling is correct?"
Caller: "Well, it used to be called the Bargo Fish Bar but the 'B' fell off, does that help?"

North Carolina/ the mess of a computer crash!

Sat, 19 Jul 2008 01:40:32 GMT

This picture is old, but it all looks the same except the tomato plants by the steps are bigger

Things have been good here in North Carolina since our return to the RV Park outback of Shirls. If you climb the stairs to go to her house you can pick grape tomatoes by the hand full along the hand rail. Just in front of the motor home are more tomatoes, squash, cucumbers, bell peppers and egg plant.

WE just got back from the Texas Stop sign (The dairy Queen sign), where we enjoyed a blizzard with Don & Evelyn. Shirl refused to go, citing calories, like the little thing is getting over weight. (Of course the lower rear anatomy is broadening it’s horizons.)

I got put on standby as a plumber for Mark. He is doing a remodeling job just up the street, and wants me to cover for the plumber if he does not show up.

I mentioned the job with Vondale, and that I was afraid to tackle it. He reminded me I was nearly 70, and COULDN’T DO IT!. Crap! What does the kid know. I coulda done it, couldn’t I?

...interruption...

(Sorry to interrupt, but this is what the snow angel looked like after shoveling all winter in Nebraska! You notice he lost something (weight))

I said just the other day. Living here in the motor home we cannot lose anything, we did. Lost my appointment date for the dentist. Could not find the card, looked high and low. My back up reminder, the calendar on the Laptop was wiped out when it crashed the other day, so I have to correct the statement I made. We can lose something here I the motor home. BUT as yet I haven’t lost Sherry!!!!!

Note to myself. Our Se*, schedule was on that calendar too. Now I don’t know which day it is this year. Shoot, I am afraid to ask Sherry, her answer would be, oh that? It was yesterday, don’t you remember?

MY luck.

Nite Ships Log

PS:

God must love wierd people; He made so many of us!

The gene pool could use a little chlorine.
Consciousness: That annoying time between naps.

Ever stop to think, and forget to start again?

Being 'over the hill' is much better than being under it.

Wrinkled Was Not One of the Things I Wanted to Be When I Grew up.

The Boat

Thu, 17 Jul 2008 19:22:33 GMT

(A fellow blogger was complaining about the snow angel I sent her, sadi he was not working. See the end of this entry.)

"The Gas Prices are getting to George also!"

More about the boat I found capsized while swimming in the Catawba River.

As I said earlier, I was trying to move the boat and found an anchor holding it.

Once the anchor was cut I could pull and push the boat along real well even though it was up side down. I got it into a little cove with a small beach area and worked until I righted the boat. Man was I thrilled. The boat was solid. Back then there was no boat numbers so there was no way to tell who owned it, so I claimed Salvage rights. From the cove it was nearly five miles home, so I started hot footing it. I got a cow chain and an old lock and headed back on my bike. I took my shirt off so I could cool off as I rode. I got back the boat was safe, I dragged it to a tree on the edge about six inches through and chained her good.

I rode back home, and woke up the next day miserable, My shoulders were blistered. The biggest blisters I had ever seen. Some were bigger than my thumb. I was miserable for days. It was over a week before I could go back to see my treasure. Man I rode wide open. There is a long hill going down to the bridge, I enjoyed the coast down. I dropped the bike in the edge of the woods and went down to see MY boat. IT WAS GONE! Some industrious thief or owner had sawed the tree down and took my boat chain and lock. I threw the key in the river and disgustedly pushed my bike back up the hill and went home. I learned something that day, I don’t know exactly what, but I was sure an unhappy Skipper without a boat.

The week of suffering I had dreamed of fishing trips, rowing where ever I wanted to go, even to the ocean. Swimming trips and diving off the boat.

I guess I learned not to count you chickens before they hatch, or something like that.

Maybe I learned ” If It’s ‘Not Yo cheese‘, don’t plan on eating it.

Just finished a delicious meal Up at the big house. Shirl was displaying her culinary arts. Green Beans, Squash Cassarole, Chicken pot pie, and sweet potatoes with Mandarine oranges. We had raspberry ice to drink. She din have no wine! Very good!

I am eating some wild cranberry’s. Sherry and I just ran across some cranberry bushes along the drive way. WE called them monkey berries growing up. And Yeah, the boat story is true. (Yes, you can capsize a boat and get under it and breath, scares parents to death, when you don't come up for three minutes!)

Thanks for coming this way.

Nite ShipsLog

PS:

These are exchanges that actually occurred between Customer Service professionals and some of the great brains of our time.

Customer: "I've been calling 700-1000 for two days and can't get through; can you help?"
Operator: "Where did you get that number, sir?"
Customer: "It's on the door of your business."
Operator: "Sir, those are the hours that we are open."

Samsung Electronics
Caller: "Can you give me the telephone number for Jack?"
Operator: "I'm sorry, sir, I don't understand who you are talking about."
Caller: "On page 1, section 5, of the user guide it clearly states that I need to unplug thefax machine from the AC wall socket and telephone Jack before cleaning. Now, can you give me the number for Jack?"
Operator: "I think it means the telephone plug on the wall."

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And you thought they wanted my number.. It is BR-549

***Just to prove he was working, picture taken in front of Lucy's house in Nebraska! He is not naked, he has shoes on!"

Boats and Blondes

Wed, 16 Jul 2008 20:00:48 GMT

This dog ain't wanting to see No Vet!

(Way to go pup!)

Now for today's diatribes! (probably too strong a word)

Boats & Male Blondes

My close friends while living in Valdese were: Jim & Bub (the Baker) Page, Guy Abee, Peter David Hunt, Mudhole Yancey, and Stump Carswell. I called Betty Carswell my sweetheart while there. Of course Betty never knew she was my sweetheart. HA!

When I was young I was what most folks called then a water bug. I could take a pint jar of mamas beans, wrap a biscuit up in wax paper and head for the river. It was about 3 miles. I always passed a garden where I could get an onion to go with the beans. You either whittled a spoon or just sorta poured them into your mouth. Of course boys never had a bathing suits, we swam naked or wore our jockys. If I had nothing particular to do and a lot of time sometimes I jumped in with my overalls and T shirt and swan down the river, that way I did not have to go back to get my clothes. I never had a wallet nor anything of importance in my pockets, ‘cept my knife. I honestly thought I could swim forever and never get out.

That would be dangerous now, you would get run over by a boat. I would swim down the river a few miles to the Bridge below Connelly Springs. One day I hit pay dirt. I saw an overturned boat ahead of me. I went to it and climbed up on the bottom. It was just a wooden John boat, but seemed solid. I decided to pull it to shore. I must have pulled for a half hour and got only a few feet. Something was wrong. I dove down and come up under the boat. You can breathe under most boats because when they capsize the capture some air in the top. I searched around, and found the problem the anchor was still attached and dragging. I got my old Camp King knife out, and sawed the rope in two. (Sawed because I never had a sharp knife, Sonny will attest to that).

I claimed salvage rights, I had a boat!

(More later)

Thanks for coming.

Nite ShipsLog

PS:

An Irishman, a Mexican and a Blonde Guy were doing construction work on scaffolding on the 20th floor of a building.
They were eating lunch and the Irishman said, 'Corned beef and cabbage! If I get corned beef and cabbage one more time for lunch, I'm going to jump off this building.'
The Mexican opened his lunch box and Exclaimed,' Burritos again! If I get burritos one more time I'm going to jump off, too.'
The blonde guy opened his lunch and said, ' Bologna again! If I get a bologna sandwich one more time, I'm jumping too.'
The next day, the Irishman opened his lunch box, saw corned beef and cabbage, and jumped to his death.
The Mexican opened his lunch, saw a burrito, and jumped, too.
The blonde guy opened his lunch, saw the bologna and jumped to his death as well.
At the funeral, the Irishman's wife was weeping. She said, 'If I'd known how really tired he was of corned beef and cabbage, I never would have given it to him again!'
The Mexican's wife also wept and said, 'I could have given him tacos or enchiladas! I didn't realize he hated burritos so much.'
Everyone turned and stared at the blonde guy's wife. She shrugged and said,

'Don't look at me. He made his own lunch!

Moving Day Tomorrow!

Tue, 15 Jul 2008 15:50:56 GMT

(I was going to put a picture of last years muscadine crop on here but I think I lost the pictures when the Laptop crashed)

Preparing to move a little South and East of here. Will check in to Shirl’s RV park. We have reservations, haven’t checked the rates as yet.

Seeing the grapes growing at the Winery in Valdese made me think of Muscadines. Yeah, we drove out to the Waldensian Winery in Valdese, it was closed, but the grapes were growing. I like wine ‘cause the lord changed the water to wine, he shared wine with friends and sinners, he served it at the Last Supper, and likened it to his blood. The Lord prescribed it for ***stomach ailments and now physicians say it is good for lowering cholesterol or helping the body tolerate higher cholesterol levels. I prefer wine to chemical pills to lower cholesterol. I just don’t like pills.

Even with scriptural recommendations, I have never liked the taste of wine, I considered it a waste of good grapes. LOL. I take that back, when ‘BoonesFarm Apple wine’ was the rage, I tried it and liked it. BUT Apple wine is not as good as apples and grape wine is not as good as grapes. I am just basically a fruit person, I have always loved fruit. (No! I am not a Fruitcake, don’t misconstrue my words.)

As a kid, the year went like this. Spring flying kites and playing marbles. Then sorta early summer there were wild plums, green apples (I loved green apples and salt, still do!). Summer brought bigger green apples and then black berries. Then towards fall, big apples nearly ripe and into the woods looking for muscadines they were the prize of fall fruits.

As some of you know, Sherry found Muscadines just beside the Motor Home behind Shirl’s. WE have pruned them and rerouted them to get more sunlight. Just can’t wait for the fall crop. Will try to get a picture of our ‘Arbor’.

Thanks for coming to see us via the Log.

Nite ShipsLog

God Bless America, Remember our Troops!

PS:

(** stomach sometimes interpreted body.)

You're just jealous because the voices talk only to me!!!

(Yes,this is true. I hear them but not clear. Hope one day to understand them!)

Beauty is in the eye of the beer holder.

I'm not a complete idiot -- some parts are still missing.

NyQuil, the stuffy, sneezy, why-the-heck-is-the-room-spinning medicine.

... Out of my mind. Back in five minutes

(finally, a good size entry, Jack, congrats!)

Money and Sports (My hangup)

Mon, 14 Jul 2008 16:40:08 GMT

(The boys (in Key West), Jack & Mark cooking on Sunday afternoon before a game.)

Are you tired of hearing about the millionaire sports stars who are in trouble? I think I am. They seem to prove the old statement, “Money can’t buy happiness.”

BUT to tell the truth, some of us would like the chance to see! LOL

Some of these guys and gals handled more money in a few days than most of us will see in an entire life time.

I am hard pressed to understand why history does not teach important lessons to Athletes. One of the most popular sports figures in US history and one of my favorites was ‘Joe Lewis’ the Brown Bomber.

His financial problems were well published. In his case it was not all his fault but his managers and handlers. Joe was supposed to fight and win, HE DID. He paid someone else to take care of his money, THEY DID NOT. They looked out after themselves. One lesson LIKE THAT, should be enough for Athletes who work and undergo rigorous training involving will power and self denial. Take care of business first, then play.

A tragedy in reverse is ’Muggsy Bogues’, standing five foot three inches, made his way into history in a game of giants. Yesterday he lost his girl friend to cancer. As far as I know Muggsey appeared to stay away from scandal, but as many people have learned money alone won’t cure cancer.

The Afgan lady, a runner entered in the Olympics, has disappeared while training in Italy. She has been receiving death threats fromextremists since she won a place in the Olympics. When the Taliban was in control, no women were allowed to compete. Now that they are out, she won her place, but the threats against her life have probably forced her to seek asylum in a more progressive country.

Ah, sports, a can of worms.

I never have been a real sports enthusiast,

(Jack in Moto cross)

except when our sons or grand children were concerned.

(Unfortunate Mark in Key West)

Some of my most enjoyable moments were watching TV on Sunday afternoon and Monday nights with Sherry and our sons. The boys were Redskins Fans, so naturally I loved the Redskins.

I try sometimes to get interested in a professional sport, but just cannot. I am not adverse to pro. sports, I just think it is the outrageous salaries paid to the athletes. I do not know how you can justify paying an athlete more than a brain surgeon, rocket scientist, policeman, the president, astronaut, or Nurse.

This is my blog and that is how I see it. I also think Colin Powell should be someone’s vice president.

And I like the American Solutions of:

Drill U.S.A. for OIL.

Thanks for coming this way today.

Nite ShipsLog

PS:

To repeat myself:

They divorced over religious differences. He thought he was God and

she didn't.

Nah, she don't suffer from insanity; I am sure she enjoys every minute of it.

Some people are alive, only because it's illegal to kill them.

I used to have a handle on life, but it broke. WhahOpen?

Don't take life too seriously; no one has gotten out alive, (lately.)

You can’t be sad, if you are busy laughing at LIFE!