turns out i like gulfport. It has its own rundown charm. I'm enjoying my time at the holiday inn not so much for the quality of the stay but just because there's a palm tree right outside my window. my class, turns out, is taught by the air force and is very technical. My test scores are deceiving and I'm really not as adept at this kind of thing as the Navy thinks, so I'll have to apply myself. Everyone knows: I hate applying myself. really neat guy in class with me, petty officer duhaime. A believer from Maine who wants my opinion on some Christian Hardy Boy type stories he's written. Warm here, and humid. Hung out with my friend, Ryan, today. He was my duty section leader for my last two weeks at Fort Leonard Wood and, at great peril, gave me my last two weeks off. I owe him dinner. Feels so nice to thaw out. Fell asleep hugging my text book out by the pool this afternoon. Turns out I might actually like gulfport.
that you think you're oh so something to look at
And, looking, I can tell that you're a work of art
But baby gotsta tell ya - my kid could paint that
We went out to the 99 to say goodbye to me for a while and to celebrate Bessy and Gracie's stellar job at their piano recital this afternoon. Sigh. I'm gonna miss my folks...
the following slide show is comprised of pictures taken by Gracie Sue and myself...
I was explaining to Tom and Steve a couple of weekends ago how much I wish I could have an entry song...Kinda like back in WWF days when the wrestlers had a song that'd play as they came down the aisle with a folded-metal chair to beat over the head of their opponent(s). Or the President with his Hail to the Chief. Well...this is the song I wish I had blaring every time I entered the post office or store with a wink and a point at the nearest person, mouth agape.
You're far away from nothing
It's all right
You won't miss home
Take a chance
Leave everything behind you
Come and join me
Won't be sorry
It's easy to survive
*I encourage you, of course, to come up with your own...
"This isn't my first rodeo," a visibly flushed and shaky Horton told his friend as they continued south on route 74. "My aim is precise, my control perfect and my experience without parallel" he continued as he fumbled with his zipper and the bottle cap simultaneously.
"I don't doubt your skill-level, Pete" Anderson responded as he turned down the radio and focused on the road. "Never have. I'm just saying that the bottle will fill up pretty quick and then...and then where we gonna be? Let me just pull over."
"There's no going back now," Horton communicated between heavy breaths, his urine already rapidly filling the bottle. "I got this."
The two then waited quietly for 10 seconds.
"Red Alert!" Horton announced. "Red ALERT! We're not gonna make it, Dave!"
"Dang it, Pete, I told you!" Anderson responded as he hurriedly scanned his back seat for another container. "I TOLD you!"
"Pinch, baby, PINCH!" Anderson added, shouting. "We're gonna get through this."
"Help me, man" Horton is reported to have said before pissing himself.
On Monday, the Vermont Supreme Court will hear arguments in a class action suit brought by inmates who say it's not food but punishment and that anyone subjected to it should get a formal disciplinary process first.
In the words of your wonderful brother John...’Better than I deserve’
Must have article- “area leprechaun speaks out against pipes, stereotypes.”
I’m a simple man, I just want the chance to use the line – robbing peter to pay brigham to good effect. Is that asking too much?
yeah...good thing they're blind and can't see that they spelled it incorrectly!
In the early months of the Civil War, the city of Tampa needed ammunition and other supplies to defend against attack but apparently was short on cash.
So it issued a promissory note for $299.58 to storekeeper Thomas Pugh Kennedy on June 21, 1861.
Kennedy's great-granddaughter says the city never made good on its loan. Now, Joan Kennedy Biddle and her family are suing to collect the payment plus 8 percent annual interest.
~I think this whole case can be dismissed on the grounds that Biddle's great-grandfather lent the money in support of the rebellion and was thus giving aid and comfort to the enemy.
it is regret for the things we did not do that is
- Sydney J. Harris
Just wanted to pick a banjo or a fight
Found him slurred or somewhat lit?
Then you found him on Friday night
My response is nigh...I've been meaning to send ya'll something for the longest time.
cmddsmav (10:18:38 PM): oh? which one's pride and which one's prejudice?
I'll vote for John McCain come November, but I hope this vote (and others like it) will persuade that man to be a different John McCain.
Republicans, my word, what have we done?