July 31th, 2008

It was my Junior Year In High School. It was a Friday, late in spring, early in summer, the trees a good full green, the heat just starting to rise. It was the last class of the week, English. The weekend was here. I just had to get home and enjoy it.

I was walking out of the class, being towards the back of the room, I was usually one of the last ones to leave along with a much smarter, much smaller student by the name of John Walsh. John was one of these guys that didn't need to work at getting good grades. They came to him, it seemed effortlessly. I knew him for all 3 years in High school, a member of the Orchestra playing piano, a member of the debate team, A very smart, articulate kid who I loved having talks with. This day, this conversation was one I wouldn't and haven't ever forgotten.

John, as we left the doorway and the other students rushed to leave the building: "I'm not coming to school on Monday."

Me, walking alongside him: "Why, you going on vacation?"

John, as we entered the stairway to go down the four flights of stairs:"Nope, I'm not coming back to school."

Me, thinking he was pulling my leg: "Yeah Right. You not coming back to school, that's a good one."

John: "Yep. I'm not coming back on Monday, You'll see."

Me: "John, You'll be back here. Cut it out."

John: "Brent, I'm not going to be here on Monday."

Me: "Ok then, I'll see you on Tuesday."

He was quiet the next 2 flights of stairs. I was busy thinking about what I was going to watch on TV that night and couldn't wait to see Johnny Winter On Don Kershner's Rock Concert. He was and still is one of my Favorite Guitar Heroes. We finally got to the double doors to leave the Building.

We hit the doors together.

Me: "I'll see you next week."

John: " No ... You won't"

John walked across the campus from me as I stood there and watched him walk away. He didn't say another word. He blended in with the other students and I turned to leave the campus myself.

Monday Came. It had been a great weekend for me. I was really upbeat and glad to be getting towards the end of the year for me school wise, but I could tell something was wrong. I sensed a sadness over the campus. It wasn't till I got to my first class and the teacher came up to the front of the class to inform us that John Walsh had died over the weekend. I was sad to hear that, but the conversation hadn't returned to me yet.

At Lunch I heard a rumor that John had been playing some stupid game of acting like Tarzan, swinging from a rope in his garage, a rope tied to a rafter and some how the rope had made it's way around his neck. He had died of strangulation.

Luckily, it wasn't till I got home that day that the conversation had returned to me.

July 30th, 2008

Alleged carjacker leads almost an hour long pursuit

The Bakersfield Californian | Tuesday, Jul 29 2008 12:10 PM

Last Updated: Tuesday, Jul 29 2008 3:25 PM

A 26-year-old Bakersfield man robbed a woman at gunpoint for her BMW Monday night, and then led police on a 50 minute pursuit through city streets Tuesday morning before being caught and arrested, police said.

The 26-year-old woman said she had parked at the 4200 block of Columbus Street and gotten out of her 2001 BMW 325i


when she was approached by Carlos Rivas, who was armed with a gun, police said. He demanded the keys and drove away in her car at 9:45 p.m. Monday.

At about 12:50 a.m. Tuesday, Bakersfield police officers saw the car driving south on Inyo Street. The Police attempted to stop it, but Rivas didn’t stop and led officers on a 50 minute chase. The chase finally ended on the 4400 block of Monitor Street when Rivas ran and entered a home there, police said. He was arrested a short time later with the help of a police dog, police said.

Two other suspects, Mark Azua, 24, and Ray Behill, 20, both of Bakersfield, stayed in the car and were taken into custody. A stolen loaded gun was also found in the car.

Rivas was arrested for carjacking, parole violation, weapons violations and gang participation. Azua and Behill were arrested for weapon violations and gang participation.

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The reason I am posting this local news story is that the Ray Behill in this story used to live next door to us. See, Mr. Behill decided that he needed to let the air out of two of our Brand new tires on my wife's car with a knife through the side wall of the tires about 6 years ago. We caught him red handed and had video proof. He was found guilty and was supposed to pay restitution. We got 25 dollars out of the deal.

So Mr. Behill, enjoy your time back in the grasp of our local law enforcement. Lets hope you get to pay the full amount this time around.

July 27th, 2008

I guess I stand Corrected - Molly Cyrus isn't who I was referring to in an earlier Post. It should have been Miley Cyrus. (Thanks Google - Did you mean: miley cyrus)

What, ? ... No, I didn't spell it wrong, again.
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And from Wiki answers I get this:

Does Miley Cyrus Sing Well?
In: Miley Cyrus

duh




GET A CLUE!!!!!!!!!
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SO I am thinking 9 exclamation points means something, just not sure what. I am thinking of asking HannahFannah93 who answered the above question just what she meant, but I am afraid she would tell me. She. HannahFannah93, also answered this question:

What cheer team does lilly truscotts cheer for?
In: Fan Mail Addresses


In the episode "Mascot Love," she cheered for the Pirates!
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I guess she didn't feel nearly as strong about this answer since It only got one Exclamation Point.

And then she answered this as well:

What are Miley Cyrus' hobbies?
In: Miley Cyrus

Her favorite hobby is SHOPPING!!!!! She obviously also likes to sing and act.
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Personally, I think 3 exclamation points would have been enough after shopping, but HannahFannah93 chose 5 of them suckers. Wow!!!!!!
And this one I find just a little disturbing:

What does Miley Cyrus eat for breakfast?
In: Miley Cyrus

She eats Lucky Charms, or a bowl of oatmeal with 2 scoops of ice cream on it. She says its the only way she'll eat it!! Same here :) Plain oatmeal is gross.

Answer

Her favorite cereal is Lucky Charms.

And then I had to find this:

http://www.picturetrail.com/club/club/index.php?clubID=15064

Please don't go there unless you want to witness one of the worst chunks of the Internet I have ever seen (Well actually it is probably 4th worst, but the others I can't discuss here.) I'm talking about the moving blue panel with lettering stuck in there that they expect you to read. Wow !!!!!

July 26th, 2008

Modern Glam Blog is offering a rather stunning design in a silver necklace as a prize to her contest. This is only open to her Candian and US readers. This necklace is designed by Modern Glam and is priced at $72.00, She will take care of the shipping, so you won't have top worry about that. I'd say pay her a visit and see what it looks like.

July 25th, 2008

My wife has become a big fan of Hulu - (www.hulu.com) - ever since I sent her a link in an email message a few weeks back. She has gotten to where she will regularly report to me what is going on in Hulu and what new things are being added to the multi media site.

I was having a hard time waking up this morning and My wife had Molly Cyrus blasting on the TV. Molly was the guest singer on the Today show this morning and a whole bunch of her young, enthusiastic, fans were trying to keep up with the song being sung, mouthing the words and singing along.

Me: "It's too early for Molly Cyrus."

Wife: "Oh, you know who she is? I guess she has been on everything lately."

Me: "Yes and she's one of the richest kids under eighteen. I think she's only fifteen."

Right then Al Rocker told Molly she's only fifteen and how does she do all the things she does at that age. Her fans screamed loudly as Molly Tried to answer Al.

Right then also, my wife decide to update me with the latest goings on at Hulu.

Wife: "They are showing five nature films on Hulu. Farts, The Serengeti and ..."

Trying to be heard over Al and Molly and screaming fans - Me: "Farts?"

A long Pause.

Wife: "Sharks!"

Me - "Oh. I thought maybe they would show different animals as they passed Gas. Elks, zebra and lions and then goats, cows, and buffalo. Then of course, the rare Chicken Fart. Watch as we sneak up on the rear of this White plumed chicken as she cuts loose right for our cameras."

Wife walking by, shaking her head. "No Dear, Sharks."

Me: "I was thinking it would be hard to do a full film on such a subject. Maybe just an hour long documentary on Farting animals. That would probably work."

July 24th. 2008

I was an assistant Manager at a retail Department store for a while, actually 2 and 1/2 years.

One of my job duties there was to manage the stocking crew. Now when I walked Into this Job, I had zero experience in stocking and merchandising and this crew of mine had years. Two of the Gals had probably 15 years between them, mostly with that store and the one guy in the bunch had about 6 himself. Then I had another lady with about 4 years.

So here were my crew: 3 ladies and one man with more than 25 years experience versus my Zero. A fair combination don't ya think.

I had to somehow win these guys over to get them to do some of what I was asking of them, because for the most part at first, they really didn't give a damn. So after about 4 months of beating my head against the wall and really not getting much cooperation from them, I decided to try and see if they were interested in Movies.

See, I really needed to have been listening more to what they were saying and less on being so concerned about getting the quote right. So I asked them one very early morning when they were in the zone and working like little bees not doing what I was needing them to do. Yes, Not doing it. They had there own ideas and that is what they did. My boss, the area manager had his own ideas. And they were to follow what he said. They didn't like his ideas, so there in lied the problem, me being stuck in the middle between two very hard headed factions, one of which could fire me.





Me: "Hey you guys like movies?"

Them: (Two ladies and the one man) Silence.

I was use to this response.

Me: "Have you guys ever seen "Rain Man"."

Them: Mumbling something, probably like what is this stupid white guy talking about.

Me trying to get the quote right: "I really Liked it when Tom Cruise and Dustin Hoffman were driving along and and Dustin Hoffman was saying "I'm not wearing any underwear. I get my underwear at K-mart, yeah K-mart." I thought that was so funny."

They stopped dead in their tracks and looked at me.

The guy: "Did you just say your not wearing any underwear?"

Me: "What, .. No. It was a movie ..."

The ladies burst out in laughter. A first.

The guy asked me again. "Cause I could have sworn you just said you weren't wearing any underwear?"

Me:" You know Dustin Hoffman in Rain Man ..."

Them, pretty much in unison: "We've never seen the Movie."

Me: "Oh, so you guys have no idea what the heck I'm talking about."

Them shaking their heads no.

Me, trying to gain some kind of dignity back: "Well, it's a great movie and if you get a chance, watch it."

That, and a few other not nearly as embarrassing moments and some very serious conversations from my boss with them finally got me to get those guys to do about 2/3 of what I asked from them.

That and them finding out I was the one that did their annual reviews for raises.

It can be so controlling at times.

I've had some really good ideas, but getting here has been the trick. Hang in there. I'll be back.

July 16th, 2008

Part of the fun in working at Chicken Delight was answering the phone, taking the orders and setting up the delivery directions. One night, I took a phone call for a delivery in what is commonly called Oildale. It is sort of a suburb of Bakersfield, although not really. It's kind of confusing. Anyway, this delivery was going to be a piece of cake and I had my good buddy Mark with me. I had just got him a job with the company and he had gotten off early that night, and was riding around with me, keeping me company. It was probably going to be the last delivery of the night for me, then it was clean up time back at the building.

I was heading north on Chester heading towards Oildale just a few blocks north of the Traffic Circle, when these 3 guys in this 1967 Camaro pulled up alongside me and started yelling things. I had the 8-track stereo cranked and they were on Mark's side, so I didn't know what was going on at first. I turned down the stereo and asked Mark what their problem was. I had just barely asked him when the driver of the Camaro yelled for me to pull over. He wanted to kick my arse.

Apparently, he yelled, I had cut him off earlier. I told him he was full of crap and to get away. I was working. I had stuff to deliver. I didn't want to tell him I had nearly 300 dollars in my wallet from a busy night doing deliveries. All that did, apparently, was upset him even more. He tried to ram my car with his.

Sorry, but that ain't gonna happen. I figured this guy was physco and just looking for a fight, as well as his buddies. I punched the gas and pulled away from him and hung a left at the next street in Oildale, tires squealing.

Now one car at the time that could keep up with and possibly go faster than a 1965 Ford Mustang with A 289 cubic inch engine was either another Mustang, a Corvette, or a Camaro. (of stock American cars at the time, roughly) This dude was able to keep up with me turn for turn, acceleration and braking, for the same. I lost 3 hubcaps during this chase, but he didn't ever hit me, although he sure was trying. I don't know how many laws I broke during this chase, but it would have been very expensive for both of us, if we had been caught.

I finally managed to get back to Chicken Delight. As I slowed down, screeching the tires, at the back door, Mark apparently had a game plan I was unaware of. He jumped out and ran inside, returning just a few seconds later with a huge French Knife.


One of the Guys ran away as soon as he saw Mark With the knife. I guess he chased the second one down the street, so I just had the driver to contend with. The idiot decided to climb out the passenger door which was still open.

Wrong move. He came out sliding legs first, so I grabbed a hold of the door and slammed it on his ankle as it passed between the door and door frame. He cussed me out and then started to come out the drivers door. I ran around and grabbed his hand as he opened up the door and damn near broke the thing off bending it backwards. I asked him if he was going to leave us alone and he said no. So then I grabbed his finger and started squeezing. I had all four fingers in my right hand and all my weight lifting came into play.

I started hearing stuff cracking. He screamed and finally said he'd leave. Good thing, for Mark Returned with the Knife and he had this very determined look in his eyes. I let loose of the the poor guys hand and he tried to shut the door. I had to shut the door for him. His left hand, the one Had a grasp of, wasn't working very good for some reason. He was wiping tears from his eye with his other hand and trying to start his car up. Mark was going insane, yelling about don't ever think of chasing us again, cause it wasn't going to be pretty.

About then the Assistant Manager came out and wanted to know what was going on. He had the customer on the Phone line and he was understandably upset. Mark walked him inside and tried to explain to him what had happened. I filled in the details once I grabbed the pizza and went inside. Turned out to be a pretty crazy finish to a busy night.

July 15th. 2008

Before I begin with the scheduled post I came across this and thought I would pass it along. I left one of 200 comments on her temporary blog. Tis a shame.


So, one of the other guys came over and gave me a quick run through on the pizza making process and on Ann. I never bothered to ask her again to make me a pizza and she was probably happy I didn't.

The main Job I had there was to deliver Pizza in the mid 70's in Bakersfield, California. I certainly had some memorable moments from that job. I have written about these experiences in the past and wish I had access to them now so I could just copy and paste, But I shall post them fresh for you guys.

One time that comes to mind was a delivery I had to start off my day. I had probably been doing this job for about 6 months and thought I had seen quite a bit in the Pizza delivery business in good old Bakersfield. Was I wrong. The address took me to a bar off off what is now known as Buck Owens Blvd. (Yep, named after the singer - a local legend) Now this was about 2 o'clock in the afternoon. It was hot and steamy, typical for summer here. I had a 1965 Ford Mustang with 289 cubic inches under the hood and an automatic that I drove the dog you know what out of. It was a great car. Anyway. I walked in the front door and came to an area by the counter. There was a line of Bar stools that were mostly empty. I didn't even really look around. I was on a mission.

Get the money and get to my next delivery.

I could tell it was going to be a busy day.

I stood at the counter admiring the huge collection of liquor being present against a huge mirror when this voice came to me from the stool next to me. I looked over then looked down. Here was this old drunk man with out hardly any hair or teeth staring up at me. He must have weighed about 100 pounds sopping wet and was about 5 feet tall.

Here I was, 6 foot 2 inches tall, weighing in at a good 270 pounds, hair past my shoulders, mustache, 17 years old, in a damn bar with a damn near toothless dude asking me sumpin'.

I asked Him "What did you say?"

"I want to dance with you." I listened as I heard Tammy Winette was wailing about D-I-V-O-R-C-E, God, how I truly disliked that song. Hardly a song I could dance to with a chick, must less this guy.

I turned and shined him on. Where the heck is the person that ordered this pizza? He said it again only louder. Now he was standing, sort of. More like trying not to fall down.

"I want to dance with you. Your pretty." I looked at him in Disbelief. "I like your hair."

"Nah, that's all right" I heard other bars stools scraping against the wooden floor.

"He wants to dance with you. I think you otta." This loud gruff voice came booming at me. I looked over at these 3 huge dirty oilfield workers as they were walking around this old man. One guy was pumping His fist into his hand. Apparently, they heard our little conversation over the great singing of Tammy and were wanting to contribute their thoughts on the matter at hand. Damn, that song lasted a long time.

I swallowed hard.

"Look guys, I just want to deliver this pizza and get my money and get the hell out of here, ok?"

"Nope, you going to dance with this old man."

I was about to get my arse royally stomped for my long hair and because some old drunk fool had a hankering to swing the light fantastic with me. The one guy still had his dirty yellow hard hat on and the others were damn near bald with their extremely short hair cuts. See, back then, that meant trouble for long hairs, Hippys, as these guys would refer to us as. We were scum in their eyes and deserved a good butt chewing or kicking any time it was made available.

"Guys, Look ..." I am now turned facing them with my palms pointed at them pleading my case. I'm thinking good luck with this, 4 extremely drunk guys in a bar on then Pierce Road In Redneck Bakersfield. This Job is not paying me this much to put up with this.

Click ... Click

I heard two rounds getting loaded into the chamber of a shot gun. Here was the bartender coming around from behind the bar to save the day. Thank God.

This Bartender informed these drunk sob's that I was just going to get my money from him and I was going to leave pronto.

"Isn't that right, young fella?" He had the shotgun leveled at the gut of the one closest to me. But It was a sawed off shot gun and with the way that thing would spray, he'd probably hit all five of us, including me.

I said "That's right." He threw me some dollar bills, I grabbed the money, dropped the pizza on the counter and left like there was no tomorrow. And then just to top it off, this song was playing on the stereo in my car as I burned rubber out of there:





I swear to God.


(More to come)

July 14th, 2008

I have to thank a fellow blogger who let me know in no uncertain terms that she did not appreciate being called older than she is. That and maybe a few other smart ass remarks I had left her. Hey, that's part of the fun of blogging in public, Right? You toss out your comments and the public gets a chance to throw back. So any way (this is becoming a whole lot wordier that I thought it would be and this explanation isn't helping matters at all) She said two words which took me back.

"Bite Me."

Lovely little phrase. Hardly my favorite and I don't know how she was wanting it to come across, but for me it comes with a memory of one of my first jobs. It was delivering Pizzas, chicken and other goodies on the Chicken Delight Menu. I got paid an hourly wage plus mileage (I used my own car) and any tips I got. I also had a bunch of experiences which I shall draw from for the next few days of postings.

So the bite me phrase - well, it came from the mouth of the head pizza maker in this small facility down on 21st street in Bakersfield, California. I can't remember her name right now, but she made quite the impression on me.

I feel the need to set the stage properly for you to get the full effect of these two words. I had just started at this job. The building was narrow, but long. The oven setup was at one end of this building right near the front door. There was a table set in front of the oven where the pizzas were created. There was a large window, floor to ceiling, where you could look out onto all the drunks going to Central Park and watch the homeless people going by in their splendor and various stages of aroma. I believe her name was Ann, or it was something very simple like that. Ann was short, probably about 5 foot tall, with this quite large chest area. She wasn't fat at all, (well maybe a little) just very busty. I was about 6 foot 2 inches tall, so to look at her I had to look down and she had to look up, which she didn't like.

Ann was very opinionated. Not just a little, but a whole lot. Like on a scale of 1 to 10, she was probably about a 15. One of the things he let me know right off the bat was she didn't like people looking down at her and she didn't like looking up at other people. (I really think she was wanting to just give me a hard time, for she excelled at that) This was the first words out her mouth after being introduced to her.

"I don't like tall people and I'm not going to look up at you, so get use to it."

Ok.

I was told she also made the pizza's and if I wanted one she would be "more than happy" to make me one. Cool. Free food. My Fave. So I got introduced to some of the other folks that worked there and shown the ropes of the job. Time went by and my stomach started growling. Free food.

So I told Sarge, my boss and the owner of this place, I was taking my lunch break. It was probably about 7 pm. His words from his very gruff voice still ringing in my ears - "more than happy" that and "just ask her". Great. She was busy throwing a huge pizza pie in the oven and turned to look at my stomach or chest, I don't know which, but it wasn't my face.




"Yeah, Sarge said you'd make me a pizza. I'd like a pepperoni and cheese, please." Those famous two words with out a pause. This was the second time I had talked to her. -

"Bite Me!!!" and she stormed off. Now I am not exactly sure how to portray how those two words came across. Kind of like a shot to the gut. Full of poison and venom and total disgust. I stared in disbelief as she walked away.

I'm thinking, hold it, free food, pizza, hungry, free food, damn, Sarge said ...

That and I didn't know the first thing about making a pizza. I knew how to eat them. I had that down to a science.

(more to come)

Apparently It doesn't and I apologize. The symbol I had posted used to lead to a way to send a lady and her children to Disney world. It had been the ladies dying wish too take her children to the Disney place. I had gotten the badge quite a few months back and thought a re post might be a good thing, but instead I got bit in the butt.

So I don't know weather the lady is still alive, got to reach her dream or what. The Internet can be a great place at times, but other times, especially these days, you just have to be on your toes at all times.

In the past, you would have gotten a gentle message telling you some kind of update, some kind of class prevailed back then. Now its screw that, lets get what we can while we can get it and screw any class at all. These badges were on a number of websites, It had been a big deal, at least in the world I was traveling in on the Internet. Its a very sad commentary on the state of the Internet these days.

And again I apologize. Lesson well learned.

Update:

Miss Ann Thorpe, the lady whose site was at the end of the link in the badge in question wrote an explanatory message. You can read it in the comments. I guess someone informed her of what I had written. Perhaps there is hope for the Internet after all.

The good news is the Lady got to take her children to Disney world. That was her dream apparently before she passed away. I was glad to hear that.

went Bye bye.

It's a shame. It was nice and long and was full of venom and spit. But upon more thought, not worthy of the time it too to post.

Tony Snow at age 53 has passed away to day. He died from Colon Cancer.

I can closely relate to those with Colon Cancer. My dad had this cancer and it was one of 4 cancers he finally passed away from. My dad, if nothing else, made sure I learned full well about the suffering tied into cancer. It sucks. It is a terribly long drawn out way to die.

If you haven't had a clolonoscopy yet, get one. For me, it was a painless operation and I came away greatly pleased with the results and the procedure. The hard part is what you get to do prior to the actual exam. Your colon needs to be cleaned out. They have a lovely liquid which I got to drink. You consume a large amount. The details aren't pretty, for involves the toilet a lot, but very necessary. Get the exam. Compared to the illness, cancer of the colon, it is a piece of cake.

Tony suffered with this terrible disease for 3 years. My dad had it for about 5 years. It's painful, at times very embarrassing and there were many visits to the doctor and the hospital. Trust me, you don't want to have to deal with it.

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On a side note, there is a blog named KSHIPPYCHIC. She has a post where she is talking about her Garden and some of the odd things her veggies are doing. She has mutant tomatoes, spooning squash and a large Pumpkin, which she says is female. Anyway, check out her interesting blog.

She also has a Photo blog with some very nice Photography from Kansas.

July 11th, 2008

My wife and I went to have some pizza last Night. We were watching the TV in there. Its a small area with about 6 booths in two rows of 3 each. We sat in the middle one on the right. My youngest son of 20 going on 14 was to join us. He was going to be driving his van without a drivers license. (trust me, we've told him it's wrong, but it's about like talking to the wall) and I got up to change the channel on the TV. It dawned on my wife that we should come in on Monday nights to watch Closer on Their satellite/ cable setup. We both like Closer. We are lacking the channel for the Closer at this time. I had already had a few mugs of beer.

Me: It probably wouldn't do any good to come in here then because someone would want to watch the Lakers play Baseball.

(I am well aware {99.99% of the time} usually that the Lakers are a Basketball team and It dawned on me as I said it that was wrong, but I'm telling my wife this)

Wife: The Lakers Play Baseball, Huh?

Me: Yes they do. (not wanting to admit I was wrong.)

Wife: Since when? (Damn, she's on to me. Have a few more Beers, Wife.)

Me: (total silence)

So then my son shows up. The pizza has been there about 20 seconds.

Wife to son: Gee, did you know the Lakers play Baseball?

Son: (with mouth stuffed with pizza) Whut?

Wife to son: That's what Dad said.

Son: The Lakers play Basketball (Duh!)

Me to wife: Thanks a lot for sharing that.

Wife: (laughing) No problem.

Me: Well, I was hoping you wouldn't know what the Lakers played.

Wife: Well I do know a few things.

Me: Well You don't know when to keep your mouth shut.

Wife: Laughing

Son: (Inhaling Pizza like there is no tomorrow)Mumble mumble Mumble


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July 8th,2008 I awoke this morning with a whole list of things I could post here. I guess My subconscious was working overtime feeling guilty for not posting here. I don't know. Most of the list seemed to be in the embarrassment field, My embarrassment. Sure it would be entertaining. And sure it would be easy to post for they were vivid memories. And I was grateful, actually, that a whole list of stuff was just right there, in the mist, drifting ... slowly ... away ...
So here it is 2 hours later, and it is dawning on me about the list and I'm trying my damnedest to remember any of them ....
And it's not working.
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Oh well there is always tommorrow morning. I guess I need a note pad alongside the bed, eh?

I sure wish I had a real good reason why I haven't been posting here. But I don't have anything. I guess life has just reared its ugly head an took over. I'll be back.

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