Surround Left

Surround Right

Here is a picture of me making sno cones for peeps at the 4th celebration our church put on at the fairgrounds. Tori put this and more on her blog. See "Little Sugar Mama" link on sidebar. (Comment while you're there.)

We're going to a thing our church is putting on at the fairgrounds this afternoon. They have free food, car show, Christian motorcycle clubs, petting zoo, musical etc. My sunday school class is rotating on the cotton candy and sno cones machines. After that we're going to my parents house for a very short trip. We'll be back Monday night.

Hopefully then I'll be able to put up some pictures of that event at the fairgrounds and also some photos of my little surround sound system I've installed.

--peece.

Whats happenin' update

1) Went to White Water yesterday. Was fun. Got burned on my shoulders. The new ride The Tornado is really cool, but not worth a really really long line. It was good to ride it once though.

2) Finally got my surround sound system hooked up. It rock-diddily-diddily-rocks.

3) Have a couple from our Sunday School class coming over tonight. So that ought to be fun. And Tori is cooking a chicken ring. If you don't know what that is...then I pity you.

Recent Charlie Moment

Tori and I were out to eat with a bunch of people from our Sunday School class. Somehow, the conversation became about childbirth. This is a close approximation/ paraphrase of the conversation:

I said to a guy sitting next to me: "It's normal for them to gain 60 lbs. during pregnancy."

Tori overheard me, and said: "No. Normal is 30 lbs."

Charlie says, "60 lbs. is normal for a BIGGER woman!!"

Woman sitting near Tori: "....I gained 60 lbs. during my pregnancy...."

Losing Your Forever

I was going to wait and try to write more extensively about this; but I just don't find myself having the motivation right now. So I'll just throw it out there. (For all 2 people who are reading my blog right now.)

Micah thinks he is going live forever. [physically]

At least implicitly. I'm not sure that he thinks "I'm going to live forever." But I believe he at least assumes his continuance. And over the next couple of years, he will naturally embrace the idea of living forever.

But then there comes that point, when the truth is broken to us. When as a child, we are faced with the fact that one day our body will die. That can be somewhat traumatic for a child. I remember hearing an apologist talk about that once. He said he cried when his dad told him that. His father tried to console him by saying it was a long way off. But as that man said, once he had lost forever, he had lost everything.

There is that initial shock and dismay; but luckily that mental block that God created to keep us from jumping off cliffs kicks in and we stop thinking about it; only occassionally daring to re-enter that childhood moment to consider it for ourselves again.

But part of me wonders if that isn't part of being made in the image of God. We are distraught at the idea of death. Only we humans are. I think we reject it, because we feel like that is not what is meant to be. The neat thing, I think, is that it is not really true. We do live forever. Somewhere.

So it's like a circle. You lose your happy forever. And then, through Christ, you can get it back. That hope, that fulfilling thought, satisfies that primal desire that was once taken from us as a child.

My Sunday School class (Young Marrieds) have a once a month fellowship and also a once a month work project. This month's project was a Habitat for Humanity house out in Cleveland. We painted, put down moisture barrier in the crawlspace, and did some other carpentry work. It was a great time.

Me and another fellow, Austin, putting up some beam support for a vinyl ceiling in the carport.

Tori and Wendy paiting the door frames.

Tori and Amy Gailey painting. Her husband (who you see sitting next to her in another picture) is the guy who came over to give me a hand on the shed.

Tori and the other women workers.

New Micah Videos on Little Sugar Mama

There are two new Micah videos on "Little Sugar Mama and Son". See side bar for a link.

P.S. Leave a comment so Tori will know people are actually looking at it.

Staining the Back Deck

Me staining the back deck, and a quick look at the shed (still under construction).

This is where I'm at on the shed construction - thanks to help from Dad and Tate. Tate helped for a couple of hours yesterday, but there are just so many dad-blamed screws and bolts to this thing....it just takes forEVER.

Shed Update (especially for Michael)

Well, I thought I'd be able to build the shed and then stain the deck yesterday. Of course, as ususual, things take longer than you think. Dad came over early and we worked on the shed. But it was only half completed when I had to go to church (I had responsibilities there) and dad went home. So it is only half done. The problem is you need two people. So a friend of mine in my sunday school class (Tate Gailey [son of Chan Gailey - current Ga. Tech Football coach and former Dallas Cowboys head coach] is coming over at 5 this afternoon and is going to give me a hand for a couple of hours. His wife Amy is coming with him and the ladies will hang out and when we are finished we'll have dinner.

So....don't worry (Michael) I'm working on it, and hopefully it will be done by the end of the day today.

However, right now, I'm staining the back deck. I'm trying to get that done before Tate comes over.

Update complete.

Charlie Builds the Shed Floor

Charlie buys small tool shed. Floor no come with it. Charlie buy lumber and build floor. Snickers...no help...no help at all. Also starring a torn up skill saw that smokes. Watch the end to see the credits.

A whole lotta shakin' goin' on...

I have a lot of irons in (or about to be in) the house project fire over here. I sanded, primed, and painted the back porch rails. I bleached, pressure washed, bleached and pressure washed again, the back deck. But it looks uneven in color, so I'll (after conferring with David, not-so-local paint guru) probably be going with a solid stain to cover up the uneveness in wood color.

Thats just the back porch project...

I actually have a couple other things going....

Tomorrow morning I'm going to Lowe's and buying a small, cheap tool storage shed. First I've got to clear the place I'm going to put it, then I've got to put the kit together on the spot. Then I'll fill it with some stuff.

I'm going to redo the whole garage. I was going to buy one of those large wooden storage buildings, but the cost is too prohibitive. So I'll use the little metal one for basic storage of a few things, (ex. pressure washer, weed-eater, air compressor, etc.) [Not the lawn mower, I am parking it under the truck camper-cover I have put up on two picnic tables.] Later, I'll probably buy some wooden posts and put them in the ground next to the little shed and put the cover on that and park the mower next to the shed.

So, here's the plan for the garage....I'm going to take EVERYTHING out of it. Everything...the 5 million pound metal cabinet and all. I'm going to take everything off the wall...everything comes out. I'm going to put it all behind my house, instead of the backyard to keep my neighbor from having a coronary.

I plan to buy some of that epoxy floor paint for the garage. You have to put some chemical on it first for a few days, (3) and then after you paint it, you have to wait like 10-14 days before you can park on it. But it looks really cool, and you put these little sprinkles on the paint with like a salt-shaker thing, and the floor looks glossy and you can mop it and about nothing sticks to it. They have several colors...but I'm thinking about going with the dark blue with white "sprinkles", and then after priming the garage walls, painting the bottom half of the walls the same tint of dark blue...probably from the ground up to about 4 feet...and then the rest white. I'm going to super organize the garage, and buy some cabinets and shelfs and put up ALOT more peg board. This is all the plan anyway.

Also, I may be repainting (at least pressure washing the front porch), I KNOW I will be pressure washing the trim after bleaching it. And we are even considering in the fall, redoing our master bedroom with pergo wood floor and new bedroom furniture.

So.....alot going on. Maybe I can use my new-found blog video powers to take you along for the ride. Oh and if you have any experience with these types of projects, your advice would be appreciated.

Micah the helper and mailman

Micah likes to imitate the work we do around the house. He saw Tori sweeping, so when she put the broom down, he went to it. He also likes to check his little mailbox. But whenever the little plastic envelopes get left out, Snickers chews them up.

Everyone know what time it is?!?!

It's Tool Time!

When Micah saw me put the sander down for a minute, he promptly took over for me. He even does the motor noise. (Which happens to be the same noise he does for toy cars and trucks.)

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Red Barron's Buddy

I have a very nice local airport in town. Reminds me alot of Berry Hill Airport where I lived growing up. It has your typical elements: airport dog, old guy that seems to just live there, etc. My local guy's name is Jim. His counter-part's name at Berry Hill was named (it was pronounced anyway) Ma Perkins. But it was an old man. I guess that wasn't his real name, but thats how I always heard it. ...anyway, I'm getting side-tracked...

Dad really likes my local airport, and I introduced him to Jim, and the rest is history. He likes to go over there and be the caretaker of all the old and new airplanes. He loves to just hang out and piddle in the hanger. Jim gives him some free flight time for his work.

So these pictures are of the kit plane dad few to Hiawassee and back, and pictures of the new construction on McConnell Memorial Baptist where they (and I used to) go to church.

The kit plane is one of those experimental plane you don't even have to have a regular license to fly. But I've looked in it and it looks like a conventional plane to me. I think it's the weight that makes it the class it is. But dad has flew in several of the planes stationed at the airport; a taildragger, 150, this kitplane, and I think a couple others.

(BTW - My dad's nickname is "Buddy" - hense the title.)
(Also, remember you can click the pictures to see a larger version.)

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Swamp Thing

I bought concentrated outdoor bleach; soaked my back deck. Later I start pressure washing it.

I had no idea how much mildew was on my back porch. What I thought was the color of the paint on the deck, was actually just the color of the mildew on the paint on the deck.

Bad thing is, (I don't know if this is just because it is not a high powered pressure washer) I have to make the water a little jet stream for it to be powerful enough to get it off. The stream is about the size of the tip of a sharpe marker. So it's like I have color my entire deck with a sharpe marker. I literally filled the tank up with gas, worked on it yesterday evening until the gas ran out....and I am probably only 1/4 the way done. I didn't know it would be this much work. Oh, well....

Obsession

Micah has a new obsession. One that we are trying to break him of, but unsucessfully at this point. For some reason, he finds it quite entertaining to pitter-patter his way over to the dog's food and water bowls in the kitchen, and one by one pick up a piece of dry dog food and drop it in the water bowl.

Inspirational

This is a really, really, good article about how Tony Dungy (Headcoach of the Colts) has kept his faith in God after his son's suicide. I recommend all of you read it. (David: You should try to whip up the energy to at least read the big bold words on the side.)

http://sports.espn.go.com/nfl/feature/featureVideo?page=amazinggrace

Tranzor Z opening

It exists! See, I told you! It exists! I used to LOVE this show when I was a little kid. I even had the big robot toy. You never see this any more. I new I wasn't crazy.

Score

I did really good on ebay. All 3 things sold, and for a pretty penny, if I don't say so myself.

I love eBay.

J-rod has a blog. See link in sidebar. If it seems like he posted something on the internet just yesterday....then 10 months must seem like yesterday to you.

So far, score:

Charlie: 1
Michael: 1
Jared: 1
Jason: 1
Ryan: 1
Tori: 1
Mom: 1
David: 0

On the Set of Spiderman 3 - June 10th

This was filmed a couple of days ago.

Evolution of Dance

This is pretty funny.

Charlie Moment - V.B.S. style

To my thousands of readers: sorry I haven't posted in a few days. I've been out of town.

Let me crank it back up with a nice Charlie moment from Vacation Bible School today.

So our VBS runs all week, starting today, from 9 - 12. It starts off with the kids coming into the Sanctuary, where the head honcho talks to them and then the head music guy gets up and introduces the VBS songs ....with motions.

Ok, so I'm teaching 5th graders. And as I'm sure you all know, the big, dramatic movements and hand gestures to these songs are corny. But if I don't do them, some of them don't do them. So I pretend that I don't look retarded and do them anyway.

So its all going according to plan, the main music guy's up on the stage singing and doing the motions....we're all copying him.

Ok, then the song is over, and he's like "time for another song". So the music to the second song starts playing. So he starts singing, and doing hand motions. So I start singing and copying his hand motions. After a moment, I realize that he is doing choir director hand motions....and he and I are the only ones doing it. He was just directing the tempo, not doing hand motions. But if you could have been standing in the corner....you would have seen me in the middle of a bunch of people doing choir director hand motions.


stupid stupid stupid

howdy neighbor

Another story about my neighbor.

My grass around the house admittedly needs to be weed-eated. (I don't suppose you would really say "weed-eaten"?) But I've been painting and didn't want any of that to get in the paint, plus my weed-eater is out of commission and I have to do it with an electric bush trimmer and a very long and tangleupable extension cord. But I am going to do it soon. Really, I will. Of course this bugs my neighbor; who has been known in the past to ride his mower across parts of my yard when he can't take it anymore.

But it was funny, because today, I was in my DRIVEWAY, putting some different GAS CAPS on my TRUCK..., and he walks out and says, "What'ya working on? Your weed-eater?"

Free at last

I am very happy to say that, with the exception of the house, we are debt free. God has provided through different means, and we no longer have any reoccuring bills. I give God the "credit" for that.

eBay time for Mr. Mom

Well, as planned, Tori is at work at Church today and I am playing the role of Mr. Mom from 9 - 4. I took advantage of his mid-morning nap to post some things on ebay. All three things are electonics stuff that I just don't use enough. I'm hoping to clear enough from them to order some diamond treaded metal rails for the bed and tailgate of my truck.

Right now, I have to try to figure out why Micah doesn't want to eat his peas and only delights in squishing and flinging them.

It is sunset, so the picture's not that bright....but I've now put 2 coats of primer (although the first coat was months ago) and one coat of regular paint on. This is what its lookin' like right now. I've got one more coat to go tomorrow. It's nice to have white rails again. After the rails, I'm re-staining the deck. Then the next project is the garage. Last summer I kept putting off projects during the summer. Then I was reminded just how fast those 9 weeks fly. So I'm trying to get stuff accomplished this time.

After I finish my back-porch, and clean out and organize my garage, I may paint the front porch too (see picture). But then I would hate to disturb the mildew and wasp nests community.

I bought this Grass * Weed * Root killer today at Walmart and used it in my front flowerbed. It said it worked within hours. I just checked it. I think they've grown 2 inches.

Why do I have a dog?

Like a fly to honey. Personally....when I actually stop...and look at Ronald's face.........Dude looks freaky.

Lame Jokes

It is now time for some lame jokes.

Two peanuts were walking down a spooky road at night... One was assaulted.

Two ropes walk into a bar. The bartender says to the rope "Hey! we don't serve ropes in here" so one of the ropes left. The other rope frayed up his hair and tied himself in a knot. The bartender said to the rope "Are you a rope?" and the rope said " I'm afraid not"

Two old guys at an old folk's home shooting the breeze. One says "How's the memory?" The other says "Perfect, knock on wood", and raps his knuckles on the table. 2 minutes go bye, and then he says "Somebody gonna get the door or what?"

Did you hear about the cannibal who passed his brother in the woods one day?

Whatdaya call a cow with two legs? Lean Beef. Whatdaya call a cow with no legs? Ground Beef. Whatdaya call a dog with no legs? Doesn't matter, he ain't gonna come anyway...

One day this guys house was on fire so he decided he better call the fire department. He got on the phone with the chief and the man was very frantic. The man said chief you have to get over her my house is on fire. The chief says calm down, how do we get to your house, and the man said you don't have those big red trucks anymore!

Did you hear about the cannibal who came home late for dinner and his wife gave him a cold shoulder?

What do you call a sleepwalking nun? Roamin' Catholic.

Why don't blind people skydive? Because it scares the crap out of their dogs.

What did the bald man say when he got a comb for his birthday? "Thanks, I'll never part with it!"

Well, I’ve been needing to post something substantive for awhile. I’ve been thinking about some stuff. But that’s not the problem; I’m always thinking, I just can’t write it down in time to remember it for the blog. At any rate; I’ve decided to blog about this:

You ever get mental pictures? Just about life stuff? I do all the time. That seems to be how my mind envelops ideas. It puts it in picture form. This is really helpful, because I can remember it better and relate to it better if I can see it.

Well, anyway, I decided to remember one I had just so I could have something to blog about. Last weekend we went camping. (Tori, I and her parents). We went shopping in Commerce. They dropped me off at the Pottery and they went ahead to some clothing stores. (I would just about rather pick up trash on the side of the road than be in a womens clothing store.)

So for a few hours I wandered around the Pottery. If you’ve never been to a store like that, it’s a HUGE…and I do mean HUGE…store full of all kinds of plants, and pots, and random garden stuff. They have acres of stuff outside with trails and all kinds of plants. Well, the place was packed, but its so big I wandered to the very back of the outside trail where they keep Asian plants. It was a hot, sunny day, and I found a covered bench. So I sat there for awhile. Enjoying the day. Then I laid down on the wooden bench. Not really trying to think about anything…just chillin’. Being around the flowers and plants, my mind decided to put those together with the idea of generations. (People generations). Great grandparents has a child, then dies, grandparent has a child, then dies, parent has a child, then dies, child has a child, etc, etc. So I pictured a long skinny flower bed. And tulips were growing in it. But the thing was, they weren’t growing all at once. Instead I saw one grown way down the line, then one start to spring up next to it, and before it was all the way up, the old flower starts to die. And so it was kind of like tulips doing the wave. They were growing up and proliferating and dying before getting to see their grandchild flower. And so the tulip wave started making its way down the long, skinny flower bed.

(I bet some people think I’m on acid)

At any rate, that was just like the people part to me. Except with tulips.

Now…I like to write. Creatively. I enjoy poetry, and other kinds of art. I actually saw some really cool art at the Pottery I’d like to have. I’m not saying I’m good at it or anything, but I do have at least a creative desire. I’ve tried writing music on the piano, writing stories, poetry. I wish I could draw because I’d like to paint, but that a no-go. If I weren’t always so busy I’d do it a lot. But, that’s the way it goes.

At any rate, when I got home from work today (my last day at work), I decided to sit down and write about that mental picture. And then I decided to not just mention the picture…but to put it into a poem. So then as I’m writing the poem, I took it in a little different direction. At first it started off being a kind of morbid poem that reflected the mental picture. But fortunately, my Christian world-view, allows me to have faith in life and death that is not limited to this physical world. And so my poem took a different turn, to reflect not just the morbid physical reality, but also the just as real spiritual one.

So be prepared to get put off the hook, ‘cause I went Jason on ya’ today and wrote the following poem. (See post below)

P.S. – So that it will sound more fluid when you read it in your head, it follows the 8-6, 8-6, syllable meter. So you have to read it that way for it to sound better.

"Gardener Good" - by me

The touch of water, I do feel
Primal epiphany

Growing and rising, I do reel
The sun I rise to see

Pedals stretching, my stem raising
My blossoming is nigh

My potential is amazing
A sprig no more am I.

On my flank a progenitor
A cast of what is me

Pollinates effervescent lore
Is this what I will be?

Ushering with whispering tales
Of seasons long gone by

Of farmers plows and mighty gales
And predators that fly

But not all cursed, for also told
Good news of Gardener Good

Who hummed a hymn of streets of gold
And on this garden stood

He spoke of loving his flowers
Perennials we were

He said he gave us our showers
And he, witherings cure

But Gardner Good had said goodbye
And has not been seen since

My forerunner looks to the sky
Waiting, ever so tense

How proud I am to learn from you
My wise parental plant

To learn what not and what to do
Argue with you, I can’t

Our stature now identical
Our symmetry achieved

I’ve grown to reach my pinnacle
Achievement of the seed

Our matching zeniths, but a wisp
So short they coincide

Drooping under the solar disk
Death says you must abide

As I see my sire tire
My petals writhe with grief

My author with wilt is mired
Pulled in by Death the thief

My gaze is pulled away from hence
When at my side I hear

Out of the soil, like a lance
A new seedling appears

Though barely tall enough to reach
A large grasshopper’s knee

I start to remember and teach
All that was taught to me

I tell it about the hard times
But too, of Gardener Good

I repeat the stories and lines
Just like my parent would

Content I feel about its growth
And how its’ roots go deep

Reveling in our life, us both
When I feel weakness creep

I can not hold my leaves up high
Or bloom much anymore

As I sink with heavier sighs
And my tall stem so sore

To the young one over again
I tell of Gardner Good

How his fine love has always been
Again see him we would

I feel now my death approaching
It’s knocking at my door

I hear my ancient’s wise coaching
To its’ hope, hearken more

In winning fashion, the sun pounds
Zapping away my zest

I kneel my belfry to the ground
And tell my roots to rest

But as my roots release their dirt
They are again renewed

I can nere believe death so curt
But truly pain has soothed

For where there once was sun-baked ground
There stands a bright, white vase

I bend up high and look around
And see a smiling face

He says “My name’s Gardener Good,
And welcome to my home.

I knew that coming here you would
From the time you were sown.”

I see on the shelf beside me
The one who came before

The one who taught me how to be
From which my form was forged

Empty vase also beside me
The place was not yet filled

Ah yes, I know, it is to be
For my offspring when healed

Gardener Good says, “I told you so.
Perennials you are.

Now here forever you can grow.
You and I never far.”

Leave Gardener Good, I will never
It’s Joy to be with him

Perennial life forever
A life that never dims

....ewww.....

Recently I was in a public restroom. I was washing my hands when a boy exited a stall. While exiting he wrung his hands. I felt something wet land on my ankle.

Creamer Catapult

We ate at a Waffle House on the way back from camping this weekend. Micah was playing with one of those little coffee creamer cups. As always, he put it in his mouth. While he was doing that, he bit down and it blew up; all over him and if you look at the bottom of the counter in the background, it even got back that far.

Amsterdam never ceases to amaze me

Pedophiles are trying to start their own political party over there.

http://today.reuters.com/news/newsarticle.aspx?type=oddlyEnoughNews&storyid=2006-05-30T170341Z_01_L30338107_RTRUKOC_0_US-DUTCH-PEDOPHILES.xml&src=rss

hilarious

I'm going after work today to take the written part of the CDL license test. So I'm studying a little bit right now. I'm looking at a multiple choice practice test and the answer key. I see this question:

How many seats are you normally allowed to have that are not securely fastened down?

And then I see as one of the possible answers:

Just some seats in some states that have buses carrying farm laborers.

I think thats so funny, that they would make that one of the possible answers. I just picture a bunch of illegal aliens sitting seat-belted into seats that are sliding around a farm bus.

And then I look at the key....

Thats the right answer.

From www.gullible.com

• Due to the growing problem among their upper-class citizens, Singapore recently outlawed the use of LASIK or other eye-altering procedures to degrade one's eyesight enough to avoid compulsory military service.

• Nearly one-third of teenagers whose families are on one or more government assistance programs own an iPod.

• The Software Publishing Association estimates that on average the chance of a software patch causing crashes or serious compatibility problems is seven times greater than the likelihood of running into the bug or security issue which the patch was intended to fix.

• Every year an average person will unknowingly consume roughly one ounce of feces.

• While not considered a country, Antarctica had the highest mortality rate in the world in 2003. This was due to a single death among the small permanent population.

• Every minute, the human brain processes about 17GB of visual input, 5GB of audio input 20MB of tactile input, 350kB of olfactory input, and 100 kB of gustatory input.

• Walter Chalmers, who died in 1982, fluently spoke 68 different languages, more than anyone else in recorded history.

A tourist from New York City unsuccessfully attempted to plead not guilty recently to a murder he committed in Las Vegas, citing the advertising slogan: "what happens in Vegas stays in Vegas" as his defense.

Only 7 percent of Americans pronounce the second 's' in the word 'asterisk'.

• The strongest earthquake in recorded history took place in 241 BC off the coast of China. It is estimated to have been at least magnitude 9.4.

• Kites were invented as a siege weapon, but were relatively ineffective. It was another 30 years before they were first made as toys.

• There have been 572 attempts to patent the wheel in the United States. Seven of these were granted, but revoked when they were challenged in court.

The 12 layers on the pyramid of a one dollar bill were intended to signify the twelve apostles.

• The laser in a CD burner is powerful enough to ignite paper.

• Several species of chimpanzee determine group leadership by a nonviolent majority vote.

• The longest golf drive on record was 532 yards.

The former game giant Sega takes its name from a variation of the Japanese word for "onion."

• Bottle caps cost more to make than most bottles.

• The average television remote control emits every type of electromagnetic radiation except visible light.

One in five Harvard graduates will be a millionaire before they turn 35.

• At its present rate of depletion, it would take 210 years to cut down five percent of the Amazon forest.

• The man with the world's largest hands can reach 18 inches from the tip of his thumb to the tip of his pinky.

• Fortune magazine suggested that if Bill Gates were to suddenly sell all of his Microsoft stock, it could trigger a ripple effect through the technology sector, the stock exchanges, the U.S. economy, and finally the world economy, which would likely result in a world-wide recession.

Reminder

This is a reminder to me to post about a Civil War dream I had awhile back. I don't feel like typing it now.

A pet peeve of mine

I was trying to think of something to post, and I thought of this...

Something that really rubs me the wrong way, is when I am trying to talk to somebody, and then, in the middle of my saying something, they turn and say something to somebody else. Sometimes it is just walking away or starting to do something else. But usually it is the talking to somebody else. This doesn't happen a lot, but it does on occassion. I actually have an extended family member who does this to me sometimes. I'm not loosing sleep over it, but whenever it happens, I just stop and say, "Ok....nevermind then...." sarcastically. I guess it bothers me because I wouldn't do that to somebody else. It's pretty rude.

I guess an electonic version of this that bothers me is when I send a short email to somebody. And it's only like 2 or 3 sentences. Yet, when the person responds, it seems they only read and wish to respond to the very first sentence. This happens a good bit at work. For instance, it just happened yesterday. I email a tech guy and asked if I was going to have to turn in my new laptop at the end of the year AND if so would I possibly have to get on old one back next year even though I have a new one now?

Well, apparently, thats just too much information to handle. All I got was, "You are expected to turn in your computer."

Thanks. I suppose you want separate emails per sentence, huh?

I will now brag

I have the highest student passage rate percentage of any science teacher in my school on the standardized test.

Way Cool Auto Videos

I found an archive of really cool car repair and maintence videos on AutoZone's website. This is the address: http://www.advanceautoparts.com/english/specials/videoclinic.asp#


Scroll down to the bottom and click "current videos".

READING, READING, READING

I thought of something to blog about. To help me remember what it was I said very loudly in my head, "READING, READING, READING"; because it had to do with reading.

However, I cannot now rememeber what story that is supposed to help me remember.

I am sorry.

I have failed you.

Every time an incandescent light bulb is turned off and back on takes 5 hours off of its lifetime.

Silent Night

I love it when I am tip-toeing through the house very late at night in the dark trying not to make a peep; to keep from waking up a baby, when all of a sudden I kick some giant plastic toy across the floor (sometimes accompanied by music).

6 degrees of separation

Dear Yahoo!:
Who came up with the theory of six degrees of separation?
Irene
Cody, Wyoming
Dear Irene:
The theory that everyone in the world is separated by at most five acquaintances was first proposed in a 1929 short story by the Hungarian writer Frigyes Karinthy. The story was called "Chains," and while the six degrees theory was a purely fictional conceit, the idea proved popular.
In 1967, psychologist Stanley Milgram tried to test the theory by sending several letters to random people in the Midwest. The letter featured the name, address, and occupation of a single person on the East Coast; participants were asked to forward the letters to the people who they thought were most likely to know the person. It took an average of five intermediaries to reach the target.

The experiment came into some scrutiny afterwards, but the results were published in Psychology Today and gave birth to the phrase "six degrees of separation." Playwright John Guare popularized the term with his play, which later became a film starring a then up-and-coming Will Smith.

But get this -- the original 1967 experiment was repeated in 2001 with email, and the same results came back! Then there's that whole Kevin Bacon business....

Conversation I just had with a 6th grade girl

The girl wanted me (don't ask why, it's a long story) a dog's face on her paper. Specifically she wanted me to draw the face of a "Yorkie Poo" dog. Does that dog exist? I don't know. This part follows minutes of amazing miscommunication.

Me: .......I DON'T........ KNOW HOW......... TO DRAW......... A DOG'S FACE.

Her: Please.




:-/

The city of Seattle employes a full-time goose chaser to chase geese out of city parks.

El Quantimiaco no en el pizarroica!!!! ha ha ha ha ha

The title of this posts reflects how I felt today. I made those words up by the way.

I gave blood at church over in the youth building across the street. (I actually saw the guy I splattered blood all over last time.) But what was wierd was, the guy that was taking my blood. He was hispanic. Are they allowed to do that? Just kidding, thats not the funny part. He was hispanic and his accent was extremely thick. I couldn't hardly understand anything he was saying. He would ask me a question, and then I'd have to hope that it wasn't really a question, and then I'd know it was when he said it again. But the funny part was, he kept trying to crack jokes. So this guy's all crackin' jokes, and I can't laugh cause I don't know what he's sayin'. I'm one of those people who wants other people to feel comfortable. And so I'll laugh at somebody's jokes even if they aren't funny. And so it was this real awkward situation. He's sayin' jokes; I'm not laughing; and I'm feeling bad cause I know he feels bad that I'm not laughing.

Funny video of Bush's AP press conference

Has Bush and an impersonator talking. Very funny. Click here.

David: The real one's on the left.

I fixed the previously broken link.

funny

click here (its worth it)

Trying to think of something...

You know...I need to post, but I can't really think of much to post about. Hmmm....let me think.

uh...
I got the windows tinted on my truck. .......go me.


I just ate Brunswick stew. ...it was good.

Oh, oh, here's a Charlie moment story.....

First, here's the background information:

1) Keep in mind that school counselors are the real touchy feely, don't hurt their self-esteem types.

2) I teach some (not all) special ed. kids.

Story:

I was in my classroom, and the students were working on something. And this one boy was goofing off. And I probably told him he should be finished or something, and I think he said something about not being done. And then, the school counselor opened my classroom door and heard me yell the following: "Cause you're slow!!!"

Favorite New Bushisms

I like Bush. I voted for him and would again. But these are sooo funny.

"No question that the enemy has tried to spread sectarian violence. They use violence as a tool to do that." —George W. Bush, Washington, D.C., March 22, 2006

"People don't need to worry about security. This deal wouldn't go forward if we were concerned about the security for the United States of America." —George W. Bush, on the deal to hand over U.S. port security to a company operated by the United Arab Emirates, Washington, D.C., Feb. 23, 2006

"And I want those who are questioning it to step up and explain why all of a sudden a Middle Eastern company is held to a different standard than a Great British company." —George W. Bush, defending a plan to allow a company controlled by the United Arab Emirates to manage ports in the United States, aboard Air Force One, Feb. 21, 2006

"I think it's really important for this great state of baseball to reach out to people of all walks of life to make sure that the sport is inclusive. The best way to do it is to convince little kids how to—the beauty of playing baseball." —George W. Bush, Washington, D.C., Feb. 13, 2006 

"I like my buddies from west Texas. I liked them when I was young, I liked them then I was middle-age, I liked them before I was president, and I like them during president, and I like them after president." —George W. Bush, Nashville, Tenn., Feb. 1, 2006


"As you can possibly see, I have an injury myself — not here at the hospital, but in combat with a cedar. I eventually won. The cedar gave me a little scratch. As a matter of fact, the Colonel asked if I needed first aid when she first saw me. I was able to avoid any major surgical operations here, but thanks for your compassion, Colonel." —George W. Bush, after visiting with wounded veterans from the Amputee Care Center of Brooke Army Medical Center, San Antonio, Texas, Jan. 1, 2006

"Wow! Brazil is big." —George W. Bush, after being shown a map of Brazil by Brazilian president Luiz Inacio Lula da Silva, Brasilia, Brazil, Nov. 6, 2005

"We've got a lot of rebuilding to do. First, we're going to save lives and stabilize the situation. And then we're going to help these communities rebuild. The good news is -- and it's hard for some to see it now -- that out of this chaos is going to come a fantastic Gulf Coast, like it was before. Out of the rubbles of Trent Lott's house -- he's lost his entire house -- there's going to be a fantastic house. And I'm looking forward to sitting on the porch." (Laughter) --George W. Bush, touring hurricane damage, Mobile, Ala., Sept. 2, 2005

THIS ONE IS MY FAVORITE

"I'm looking forward to a good night's sleep on the soil of a friend." —George W. Bush, on visiting Denmark, Washington D.C., June 29, 2005


"I was going to say he's a piece of work, but that might not translate too well. Is that all right, if I call you a 'piece of work'?" —George W. Bush to Jean-Claude Juncker, prime minister of Luxembourg, Washington, D.C., June 20, 2005

LOVED THIS ONE!

"It seemed like to me they based some of their decisions on the word of — and the allegations — by people who were held in detention, people who hate America, people that had been trained in some instances to disassemble — that means not tell the truth." —George W. Bush, on an Amnesty International report on prisoner abuse at Guantanamo Bay, Washington, D.C., May 31, 2005 (Listen to audio)

"See, in my line of work you got to keep repeating things over and over and over again for the truth to sink in, to kind of catapult the propaganda." —George W. Bush, Greece, N.Y., May 24, 2005 (Listen to audio)

"I think younger workers — first of all, younger workers have been promised benefits the government — promises that have been promised, benefits that we can't keep. That's just the way it is." —George W. Bush, Washington, D.C., May 4, 2005



GOOD ONE…
"I can only speak to myself." —George W. Bush, Washington, D.C., April 28, 2005

"But Iraq has — have got people there that are willing to kill, and they're hard-nosed killers. And we will work with the Iraqis to secure their future." —George W. Bush, Washington, D.C., April 28, 2005

"I'm going to spend a lot of time on Social Security. I enjoy it. I enjoy taking on the issue. I guess, it's the Mother in me." —George W. Bush, Washington D.C., April 14, 2005

"We look forward to analyzing and working with legislation that will make — it would hope — put a free press's mind at ease that you're not being denied information you shouldn't see." —George W. Bush, Washington, D.C., April 14, 2005

"If they pre-decease or die early, there's an asset base to be able to pass on to a loved one." —George W. Bush, on Social Security money held in private accounts, Cedar Rapids, Iowa, March 30, 2005

[I'm] occasionally reading, I want you to know, in the second term." —George W. Bush, Washington, D.C., March 16, 2005

"In this job you've got a lot on your plate on a regular basis; you don't have much time to sit around and wander, lonely, in the Oval Office, kind of asking different portraits, 'How do you think my standing will be?'" —George W. Bush, Washington, D.C., March 16, 2005

"In terms of timetables, as quickly as possible — whatever that means." —George W. Bush, on his time frame for shoring up Social Security, Washington D.C., March 16, 2005

MY NEW FAVORITE***
"I like the idea of people running for office. There's a positive effect when you run for office. Maybe some will run for office and say, vote for me, I look forward to blowing up America. I don't know, I don't know if that will be their platform or not. But it's -- I don't think so. I think people who generally run for office say, vote for me, I'm looking forward to fixing your potholes, or making sure you got bread on the table." —George W. Bush, on elections in the Middle East, Washington, D.C., March 16, 2005

"I repeat, personal accounts do not permanently fix the solution." —George W. Bush, Washington, D.C., March 16, 2005

"This notion that the United States is getting ready to attack Iran is simply ridiculous. And having said that, all options are on the table." —George W. Bush, Brussels, Belgium, Feb. 22, 2005

"You work three jobs? … Uniquely American, isn't it? I mean, that is fantastic that you're doing that." —George W. Bush, to a divorced mother of three, Omaha, Nebraska, Feb. 4, 2005 (Listen to audio)

I LIKE THIS ONE…
"Because he's hiding." —George W. Bush, responding to a reporter who asked why Osama bin Laden had not been caught, aboard Air Force One, Jan. 14, 2005


"I want to appreciate those of you who wear our nation's uniform for your sacrifice." —George W. Bush, Jacksonville, Fla., Jan. 14, 2005

"Who could have possibly envisioned an erection — an election in Iraq at this point in history?" —George W. Bush, at the white House, Washington, D.C., Jan. 10, 2005

Blood Sport

(Not Micah's - mine)

Micah likes to get on our bed. It is a king and he knows he can fall all over the place and not get hurt. He just falls and laughs, falls and laughs and falls and laughs. The problem is, he doesn't always fall forwards or backwards, or even side to side. He can throw himself in any of 360 degrees. Such was the case Sunday morning. When he threw himself randomly in my direction and head-butted me in the nose. And I don't mean softly. Of course my eyes watered up, and eventually I was blowing blood out of my nose.

Now introducing Jason Anthony

This post is to introduce my friend and college buddy Jason Anthony to the blogging world. He has a blog. Yes, a blog. Jason...., you have a blog. It is not a website. It is a blog. He does not like to call it a blog. But Jason is a blogger. He blogs on blogspot.com. His blog address is http://microcosms-of-mediocrity.blogspot.com/

Jason came to Toccoa Falls College in 1998. Let me tell you some very important facts about Jason Anthony.

Jason had a basketball rug.

Jason thinks fluorescent lights are "ugly"; he prefers regular light bulbs.

Jason likes to wear dark clothes and would just assume die as to wear a pastel color.

Jason is a master of language. He is an English major. He likes to read old English and Shakespear and poetry of long ago. He put all those interest into his hard earned, well-deserved, highly touted English Degree. He is now a Tree Sherriff. (Park Ranger) . . . (Possum Cop).

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But in all seriousness....I recommend Jason's blog because Jason is an interesting individual. He likes nature and is a hard worker. He is a very helpful person - as he helped me many times with computer related things in college. I like Jason and am not happy with him for driving down here and never coming to my house. Jason...one day I will come visit you at your cabin in the woods. It will be fun. It will be like old times when I mess with your WORD autocorrect.

Reporter passing out on on Blue Angel ride

I found this entertaining.

http://www.ajc.com/metro/content/metro/extra/blueangels/

Favorite foods from resturaunts

Wendy's : Spicey Chicken Sandwich with extra tomatoes and ketchup. (Although I sometimes now don't order extra tomatoes, because they seem to interpret this as asking for NO tomatoes.)

Zaxby's : Chicken Finger basket with BBQ sauce instead of Zaxby's sauce.

Blimpie's : Grilled beef and cheddar with lots and lots of Peppercorn Sauce. (Also lettuce, tomatoes, sweet peppers, salt, pepper, vinegar, oil, oregano)

Sonny's: Pulled Pork plate with lots of sweet bbq sauce.

Chinese resturaunts: Hot and Sour Soup!!! (I love it, if it is made right. Some people put too much pepper in it. But if it is made right, it ranks in the top two foods in the world on my list.) Also: Sesame chicken.

Mexican Resturant: Texas Fajita Nachos - Nachos with shrimp, chicken and beef.

Burger King: Whopper

Subway: Meatball sub

Red Lobster: Shrimp Scampi

Mary Anne's in Young Harris: Nothing - that place is gross.

Fresh Seafood Market and Grill: Blackened or Lemon Pepper fish of any kind.

What about you?

Personal Breezes

Ok. This is kind of strange, but it's one of those things that I've always known was there, but wondered if other people realized it. Do you ever notice people's "personal breezes?"

What is it? Well, ...picture yourself walking down the corridor of the mall (but it could be anywhere, except outside usually), and you're walking one direction, and you see someone walking towards you in the opposite direction. ...They pass by you, (within a couple of feet of you). And then there is about a 2 second delay. And then it hits you....their "breeze". Sometimes it is a perfume or cologne; sometimes is a not so pleasant smell; sometimes it is not much of a smell at all - just a breeze. But there is always that 2 second delay, and then it hits you in the face. Kind of like the wake from a boat.

Anyone else ever notice "personal breezes?" If you haven't, just for the fun of it, next time you are in a hallway walking past someone, watch for it. (Maybe watch isn't the best word.)

Airbus considering standing-room-only airline seats

Airbus considering standing-room-only airline seats, report says
If you think legroom is bad now, then get ready for “standing-room only” seating. The New York Times (free registration) writes that “Airbus has been quietly pitching the standing-room-only option to Asian carriers, though none have agreed to it yet. Passengers in the standing section would be propped against a padded backboard, held in place with a harness, according to experts who have seen a proposal.” One proposal apparently involves Airbus' A380 model, which will be the world’s largest commercial jet when it enters service in the coming years. A “typical configuration” calls for the jet to seat about 500 passengers, but that number could balloon to 853 with standing-room-only seats. (Check out the Times' website to see their graphic showing what such seats could look like.)

"To call it a seat would be misleading," says Volker Mellert, a physics professor at Oldenburg University in Germany, who has studied airline seat comfort and has seen the proposed standing-room-only design. He says that if any airlines ever decided to use such a “seating” configuration, it would most-likely be used only on short-haul flights in densely populated areas like Japan. The Times says an Airbus spokeswoman “played down the idea that Airbus was trying to sell an aircraft that accommodated 853 passengers,” though she would not comment on the “upright-seating proposal.” Would such seats fly in the USA? Apparently, it would be possible. According to the Times, the Federal Aviation Administration requires that passengers only be “secured” for takeoff and landing, but not necessarily “in a sitting position.”

Would you ever consider buying a "standing-room-only" ticket? Is this a good idea, or a recipe for disaster? Share your thoughts with other Today in the Sky readers.

If all the cigarettes smoked worldwide over the course of a year were laid end to end, they would come close enough to the sun to start the end cigarette smoldering.

I'm back

I am back from a trip out of town. I will post more soon.

For now, I will just post that I am trying to sell my neon...but the title fairy has run away with my title paper. I will kill her.

Come on ride that bus...and choo choo ride it.

Ok, ok, well buses don't go "choo choo". But anyway...

I am getting a CDL license. (Commercial Drivers License). At my last church, they hounded me about getting it, but I refused. I did so because the school I was teaching in at the time had the same kind of bus as the church. And if I got a CDL, I would be only the 2nd guy at the school who had one and they would have had me driving everywhere.

But now.....I don't have to worry about that, because public school won't be able to rope me into driving one because I won't take the airbrake part of the test. So I'll get a class B license without airbrakes. That way I can only drive for church (this bus has hydraulic brakes, not air). And I've been told that I'll be protected from having many people asking me to drive for them. I don't mind helping sometimes, but you know how that goes. This will be for the kids trips at church mainly.

So anyway, I'm in the middle of studying the manual. The driving part is easy, because its mostly common sense stuff. It's the checking the bus over part thats hard. I'm not mechanical by nature, so looking at pictures of leaf springs, Pitarm bars, u-joints, ect. on a diagram is Greek to me. Hopefully I'll be able to make it through that part.

I actually have to take 4 tests. Three written, and one driving. I'll take the written ones at the DMV in Toccoa, and then I'll have to make an appointment in Gainesville for the driving part. All together it'll cost $95.

All aboard...

Dance, monkey...dance.

Kickin' it - Easter Style. (More photos have been added to Micah's pictorial [different from Tori's blog])

A beautiful wife - and a son who could use a pimp cane. What more could a man ask for?

I don't remember if I posted this picture before...but...this is Micah getting his first haircut. I wasn't sure how he'd act. But once the sucker came into play...it was all good.

White men can get ashy too

Today I went to town to buy some red mulch. I put it in my front yard .......

...and while I was at the Feed and Seed store I stepped in a pile of white mystery powder.

Funny

Click here.

Spring Break

It's been a little over a week since I last posted. Its been a crazy and busy week. But now... I'm on Spring Break!

I'm visiting my parents right now. I'll be back home for Easter Sunday. I'm glad this break is here...I needed it.

I found this interesting...

Dear Yahoo!:
Was J. Edgar Hoover really a transvestite?
Melinda
Hawaii

Dear Melinda:

As fun as it is to imagine the former chief of the Federal Bureau of Investigation in drag, most historians believe this is just an urban legend.
The History News Network explains how the rumors began. In "Official and Confidential: The Secret Life of J. Edgar Hoover," author Anthony Summers quotes Susan L. Rosenstiel as saying she once observed Hoover in a black dress and high heels at the Plaza Hotel. The story, salacious though it is, isn't very credible. Rosenstiel's husband was involved in organized crime, and Susan was once convicted of perjury in an unrelated case. Additionally, why would the head of the FBI put himself in a position to be easily blackmailed?

Far more likely (though never proven) was that Mr. Hoover was a closeted homosexual. Hoover was a lifelong bachelor, but he did have one constant companion -- Clyde Tolson. The two were inseparable, even vacationing together. When Hoover died, he left his entire estate, valued at over $500,000, to Tolson. Additionally, it was Tolson who accepted the American flag used to drape Hoover's casket.

Of course, just because two guys hang out together doesn't mean they're lovers. The fact is, nobody knows whether Hoover and Tolson were more than friends, but it's interesting to note the two chose to be buried next to each other.

Test Time

Well, here's the story behind the picture.

We are taking the CRCT standardized test at school. It is a week-long and very serious. So it was kind of funny that something like this does not happen all school year, but during the CRCT a mouse goes running across the floor during the test. Kids were jumping out of desks, and girls were shreaking. I was on the floor trying to catch it, and got stuck under a desk (darn pudding). Finally one of the boys caught it and put it in this green bucket.

Turns out one of the girls "accidently" brought it from home. She said it must have climbed into her stuff.....uh...yeah.

And then TODAY, during the test a girl (different one) just vomits. She was sick from the stress of the test. So...so far, mice and vomit...and the week isn't even over yet.

hmm

On Wednesday of next week, at two minutes and three seconds after 1:00
in the morning, the time and date will be 01:02:03 04/05/06.

Charlie Simpson

The other day I was at lunch with the teachers who I usually eat lunch with. It was lunch as usual. Then another one of the teacher who has lunch later came in to get a snack. She sat down right next to me.

So she sits down with us and begins casual conversation. Eventually, one of the teachers I eat with asked her about what she was going to be doing next year.

So the lady began to explain how her certification was not sufficient and she would not be able to teach. She began to really open up, and share her heartfelt feelings about having to leave the profesison she loved - working with special education children. It is her passion; it is what she believes in. It was definetly an emotional moment. She apologized for being on a soapbox, but the other teachers around me comforted her, and supported her for sharing her struggles.

While all that was happening...I was sitting next to her having a WWF match with my pudding, trying violently to rip the lid off with my teeth.

:1

This is a real excerpt from the Atlanta paper today. It is from an article talking about the bills passed on the last day of the legislature:
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One of the first bills to gain final approval Thursday amends the state's wild animal laws to allow severely disabled Georgians to own "service monkeys."

Supporters of House Bill 695 say the trained monkeys can help disabled people maintain their independence by doing little jobs such as opening cans, fetching drinks and turning out the lights.

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Ok. I don't want to be disabled.... but I know we all thinking the same thing.

I want a service monkey.

Long-term mobile phone use raises brain tumor risk: study

Now doesn't this just make you feel comfortable...
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http://news.yahoo.com/s/nm/20060331/sc_nm/phones_dc_3

Micah's first haircut

See Tori's blog for the story and pictures. (Link to "Little Sugar Mama and Son" on sidebar.)

Rubber meets the road ministries

My church has been focusing on North American Missions recently. In church they've shown some videos up on the big screens of missionaries in North America. The last missionary they showed was about a ministry in Atlanta called something like, "Set Free Church Memorial Street Ministries and Shelter". Something like that. It was a very long name for the sake of inclusivity. It is headed up by a black pastor/missionary. He and his wife have been serving there for about 28 years. It is "in da hood, fo real". They deal with the homeless, crack addicts, prostitutes, the down and out, etc.

Anyway, the guy came to our church tonight and spoke to the Wednesday crowd. I knew back when the pastor said he was coming, it would be good. Sure enough, it was very encouraging and inspiring. It was also challenging. This man and his family are in the middle of a hard core ministry where the rubber meets the road. He is one of those guys who has given up many comforts in order to minister to those in dire need. He preached some from Matthew where Jesus looks out on the multitude, and he had compassion for them. He spoke about the difference between sympathy, and compassion. How compassion is more than just "I'll pray that somebody will help you", but it is "I will help you."

He gave several specific stories of people who have come in through the ministry, hard core, dirty drug addics; who accepted Christ and became disciples. It was a very inspiring message. For some reason, I have a hard time not getting choked up with I hear stories like that. Something about it just rings true in my heart.

Anyway, at the end, a bunch of us laid hands on him and prayed for him. It was a privilege. I hope that I have that same commitment. That whatever, wherever, whenever, when God says go and do, that I go and do.

Chuck Norris is the first result on Google for "Awesome".

I just found this interesting

The "Sunshine Commune" in southern Montana, with over 400 estimated residents, has not had contact with the outside world since the late 1950s.

Blast from the Past

Well... here it is. But then again... there it always was. This is my new truck.

It's my new truck, yet I have been riding in it since I was 8 years old. My dad bought this truck new for about $12,000 in 1988. I remember the first time we met. (The truck and I.) Dad came to pick me up from one of those camps that you dump your kids off at for a week during the summer. After he got me, we were walking back to the parking lot. I was looking for the puke brown F-150 that we had. Instead he walked me up to this blue and white steed. It was pretty awesome at the time, for an 8 year old boy. A brand new truck.

It sure beat that ugly brown one. I remember when we got it too. I went with dad to pick it up. It was used and we picked it up at some public resturaunt or something. I just remember I had to ride home in the back and there were beer cans back there.

But this new truck was nice. And I have ridden in it for the past 18 years. It's definetly part of the family. Lots of memories.

And now, the memories will continue. I was planning on getting a mustang. I got the 302 V8 part anyway. Micah's medical bills put a kink in my 'stang plans. But thats just how it goes sometimes.

In some small way...I'm glad it happened. It's no hot-rod, and maybe even, as Michael once said...it's an old-man truck. ...but you know what? It's my old-man's truck. And I'm proud to have it.

And today for the first time, Micah sat in the truck that I first sat in, when I was just 7 years older than he is. Maybe one day, he can have it too.

The interior of the truck is in superb shape for an '88. My dad always took real good care of it. You can tell by looking at the seats. My next-door neighbor runs some car audio/tinting shops and I'm thinking about seeing what it would cost me to have him take off the purple tint and redo it with some "as much as legal" black. I also want the bed to be able to come up off the truck and spin 360s.

Something I like about this truck....the long-bed. None of that mini-bed stuff here. Of course there's no extended cab, so my posture will be straightened not by its own volition, but Mom always said to sit up straight. I really is nice though to have the long-bed. As soon as I had the truck I hauled a wooden picnic table in it. Plenty of room.

I was expecting to get a 302 V8. Just not in a truck. But I like knowing I have the power...just like He-man.

IR

You know....I just don't know how I can do it. How do you injure yourself doing nothing? NFL players can get clobbered by 400 pound linemen and walk it off. I just leaned back and stretched....then I remembered something I had to do, so I jerked my head up while I was leaning back...and now I'm in pain. I strained something in my lower neck / upper back. It really hurts. I can tell this is one of those that is going to be sore for awhile.

The word "alibi", comes from the name of a prison in ancient Greece where prisoners were moved before they were released

Stop the Presses!!!!

ACTOR CHARLIE SHEEN QUESTIONS OFFICIAL 9/11 STORY

Thats right, the honorable, womanizer playing actor questions the offical story. Click here to read about it. Apparently, the twin towers were a controlled demolition from the inside that president Bush had been planning. Finally, the truth revealed!

In other Charlie Sheen news, a 500 pound cat saves Elvis from his penthouse...