Dummy.

In the office complex that I work, just outside of my office, sits a table. This table is large and usually people put plans, snacks ,or what ever on it. Monte, the guy in the office to the east of me walks by and asked me if I like nerds (the candy). I said yeah they are all right. Well Monte drops about 10 boxes of nerds on the table outside of my office for the rest of the office to eat. I grab a box, and Hanns the guy in the office to the West comes out of his office and grabs a box of nerds. After a few minutes Hanns comes into my office and asked if I thought a person could eat four boxes of nerds in one minute. I studied a box and told him that I thought that a person could. Hanns then proceeded to place a bet. He bet me a dollar that I couldn't eat 4 boxes of nerds in one minute. I thought about it for a minute and started wondering if it was possible. I wondered if I could be that man that could defy all laws of eating and do it, and me, being the kind of person that doesn't take a challenge lightly decided that I would take the bet. I opened the boxes, set them on my desk and began, box after box chewing and crunching fruit punch valentine nerds. Swallowing gulp after gulp of sour flavored sugar until all four boxes were gone. As I finished I knew that I did it. I asked Hanns the time. It took me one minute and five seconds. I lost the bet. So not only am I a dollar poorer, I am sick as a dog and I think I have diabetes now.
Dummy.

The Rest of 100 things about me.

76. I believe that there should be a weight limit on any belly button piercing and if that weight limit is exceeded, a minimum of 3 layers of long shirts should be worn.
77. I think that if your mid-drift is showing it must not protrude over the top of your belt buckle thus hiding the belt buckle. Unless you are a redneck and work in a scrap yard. Then it is allowable.
78. In High School, White Trash Jeff Orton took me for a ride in his sweet 88 Camaro. The car's body was beat up but he had just dropped a new 350 engine into it. We were driving down mainstreet listening to AC/DC while his dirty blond mullet flapped in the breeze. While he was chugging an Old Milwaukee he accidently ran a stop light. On the other side of the stoplight was a cop. The lights flipped on, and trying to impress me with his new engine, Orton gunned it, we turned down a side street and headed for the Indian village to hide out. Orton cop-slid around corners like it was the Dukes of Hazzard. He found a parking spot between a couple of other cars shut the lights off and tossed his beer. About 20 seconds later the cop car came zooming by. I was so relieved to have gotten away. I wasn't that scared of getting caught, I just didn't want to have to share a jail cell with Orton.
79. My senior year in High School I was walking down the hall next to my science teacher. He pulled the hat off my head and reactively (it was wrestling season) I put him into a headlock and began to give him a noogie. After I let him go, I realized that Science teachers do not like to be put into headlocks and noogied.
80. I love to get coal at the coal yard. Because it gives me other white trash to socialize with.
81. I love to cut wood.
82. I love lighters.
83. I am a pyro. I love to play with fire of any kind.
84. In college, one day my dog jumped out of the back of my truck and bit a kid. It wasn't an angry bite, just a playful fetch the kid bite. I was sick about it. I walked the kid home, and waited for his parents to come home wondering what kind of lawsuit I was about to get into. When his dad got home I was relieved when the kid's stoner dad gave him five for getting his first dog bite. The guy asked me to bring my dog over the next day so his kid could play with it so he wouldnt be scared of dogs. I took the dog over and in the 45 minutes that I was there he drank a 12 pack of beer. I became his new best buddy. He invited me and the dog in the house to look at his gun collection. While we were looking at his guns I noticed that my dog was peeing into his closet. I didn't say any thing because I didn't want to ruin our new friendship.
85. At the age of 12 on the way to a scout hike, I sat in the back of my scout leaders station wagon that had in-operable windows. I got car sick really easy back then and the Zion trip just wasn't doing it for me. As I realized that I was about to call Ralph. I told my scout leader that I had to puke. He said are you sure? I said yes I am sure. He asked if I was sure again, I said yes again. He asked if I was sure again and I blew chunks all over his car and on him. I think that was enough to convince him that I had to puke.
86. When I worked with my younger brother Gregg as a telemarketer, we were sitting next to this kid name Andrew. He was a Dungeons and Dragons dungeon master. Just messing with him we told him that Gregg was adopted and when I went with my parents to the orphanage to pick Gregg up, my parents told me that they would never love Gregg as much as they loved me. Gregg acted sad as I relayed the story to the dungeon master. The dungeon master rebuked me for my unkindness nearly casting an evil spell of warts upon my body. That day I realized that even dungeon masters have hearts.
87. One time my friend Todd and I started a heavy metal band called KRANK. We were pretty Hard Core. I wrote the Lyrics and Sang While Todd put the tunes to the Lyrics on the Guitar. We were kind of like a mix between AC/DC and Cinderella. We had a drummer that was supposed to be pretty bad A on the drums named Brent but he didn't have any drums. And when It came time for me to buy a microphone, I just didn't think that I was ready for that kind of committment. So we broke up.
88. One time I went to a Poison/Cinderella/Dokken/Slaughter concert at the Joint at the Hard Rock Hotel in Vegas with my wife and Mark Slaughter came out into the crowd and gave me five and I was like "you rock Mark Slaughter!" and he gave me a look like "yeah I know I rock, I'm Mark Slaughter."
89. One time I went to a Poison/Ratt/Great White/LA Guns concert in Salt Lake. LA Guns opened and they were all wasted and everybody started booing and I was booing until The lead singer held up a bottle of booze and then every one started cheering for the bottle of booze. That is every one but me. I'm a Mormon, I don't cheer for Alcohol.
90. One day at work I was out in the field working near an electric fence. It kept calling to me to mess with it. I inched closer and closer. I decided that if the fence didn't kill the horses that it housed, it wouldnt kill me so I touched it. It zapped me a little but not bad. Then I realize that my boots were preventing the power from grounding so I held on to the ground rod and then touched the wire. It shocked the hell out of me. I felt my heart almost explode. I sat there for a minute and realized how stupid that I really was for doing that.
91. On my High School Senior Trip at Universal Studios there were a couple of old Iranian guys that got into a fight. They were yelling at each other, We didn't know what they were saying but we could tell that they were mad and instead of hitting each other they would slap themselves, and the madder they got, the harder they would hit themselves. My friends and I kept yelling to them to stop hitting themselves and hit the other but I guess they didn't understand what we were saying because they just kept hitting themselves. When it was all over it was really difficult to tell who won the fight.
92. In Brookhaven Miss. there was a guy from India that owned a gas station. The gas station doubled as a greasy spoon. The guy from India made some of the best hamburgers. We were talking to him one day and he said that he didn't eat beef because Cows were sacred and like Gods in their culture. I thought it was a little odd that he cooked up such a mean burger.
93. I have a Black Lab Named Angus.
94. My eyes are blue
95. When I was a boy I went fishing with my dad. We weren't catching fish so we had a rock skipping contest, after a minute my dad picked up a rock and bet me that he could skip the rock and it would never sink. I took the bet and he skipped the rock after two skips the rock stopped and floated. I was amazed until I realized that my Dad hustled me and skipped a piece of wood.
96. One year at a Fathers and sons outing my Dad invited a guy Named Hal and his boy to go camping with us. When we got to the camp site the guy was all chipper and singing songs and would get a little hurt when we would kill snakes and cut down trees. I didn't think that Hal was a very good camper. I don't think my dad did either because that was the only time my dad took Hal camping with us.
97. When I was working as a Telemarketer there was a 16 year old out of the closet homo that worked there. One day I was sitting by him and we were talking, I said dude you are too young to be set on being gay you should try dating girls,have you ever dated a girl? He said no, I said, man don't go making your mind up so soon that you are gay until you try dating girls. He quickly came back with well have you ever dated a man? I said hell no, and decided that I didn't want to go any further with that conversation.
98. When I first moved out here to my buddy and I stopped by a landowners house. Rumor had spread that Marathon had hired a Mormon long before I had gotten there. As we drove up to the landowner he yelled to my buddy: Is that one of those multi-wife mother effers. But not so cleaned up. I said, Yea, do you have any daughters? He went quiet looked down at the ground and said, no. We became good friends after that.
99. I love tools. I don't think it is possible for a man to have to many tools.
100. I am very happy to be done with my 100. I didn't realize that I was such a complex man.

100 things about me Continued from Continued

51. Barak Hussien Obama scares me almost as much as Hillary Clinton. I would think that the American people would be smart enough to be a little more hesitant to vote for a man with a middle name of Hussien.
52. I will vote for John McCain. I dis-agree with some of his policies and I don't like his personality. But, any man that spent 4 years in a POW camp for his country deserves to run it for 4 years. Even though I don't like the man, my personal opinion does not dispute the fact that he was an American hero. Plus I think that a pres. Hillary or a Pres Osama, would be the key that unlocks the doors to the apocalypse.
53. While working for Marathon Oil I shared an office with the guy that hired me. On many occasions we would cut the cheese and try to lock each other in the office. I don't think that was very professional conduct for a couple of engineers.
54. I get weekly calls to asking me to return to work for that company.
55. There are some movies that I could watch over and over again and never get tired of it. Back to the Future, Training Day, Rockstar, and Happy Gilmore. (edited versions of Training Day and Rockstar of course).
56. I like talking to people who think they are smart and try to portray how smart they are by talking about subjects that seem to be interesting to smart people, because deep down, even though I may seem like I am following the conversation, I more than likely am thinking about a Dukes of Hazzard episode.
57. Right now I am really thinking that I wish I would have only committed to writing 57 things about myself.
58. I hate working with negative people. People that are mopey booby, and p.o.ed. I think that it would be a good idea to put a person like that in a small room and filled it full of bananas and leave that person for a day. I think it is impossible to be in a bad mood when you are surrounded by a bunch of bananas.
59. There is a member of the Utah Highway Patrol, that If I saw him out of uniform and in the hills I would beat like a rented mule.
60. When I was a kid. I used to really enjoy burning ants with a magnifying glass. After a while I decided to step it up to gasoline, I would dump gasoline on ant piles and light them on fire. I thought that was good entertainment until I poured gas on a hot coal from an earlier burning and caught myself on fire. Then I decided that I better go back to the magnifying glass.
61. I think a good way to keep your neighbors dog from pooping on the lawn is after the dog has pooped, go out and pour bacon grease on the poop. The neighbor's dog will start cleaning up after himself.
62. I believe that if a person plays dungeons and dragons that person can be assured that he is a dork.
63. I believe that if a person is the dungeon master of his dungeons and dragons group that does not mean he is a cool dork, it means that he the dork source.
64. I don't believe that being a member of a fraternity makes you cool. Once in college, during pledge week I was hit up by a frat boy to pledge. He got to telling me about all the benefits of being a frat boy. I asked him, when was the last time he hooked up with a girl. He went quiet for a minute. I told him that was all I needed to know.
65. At a high school wrestling practice, the assistant wrestling coach got a little rough with the head coach so the head coach head butted the assistant coach, pushed him into another room shut the door, there was a rumbling around for a few minutes and they came back out. The assistant coach had his head down, looked sad and apologised to the team for his actions. I have always wondered what happened in that other room. Plus it was a pretty sweet head butt.
66. In college there was a little intra-mural wrestling tournament that I decided to wrestle in. There was this guy that showed up that was supposed to be a stud. He was a three time state champ and was wrestling for big college. Sure enough I had to wrestle him. He was just a higher caliber wrestler than I was. Right off I sunk a lucky head throw and pinned him about 30 seconds into the match. It was completely luck. I mean complete luck. The kid was infuriated. I shook his hand and told him good job. After the match he came over to me and asked me if we could have a rematch on the other mat. I lied and told him that I would like to, but I had to go home and help my dad. (I knew that kid could beat me any day of the week.) I told him that he put up a good fight and not to feel bad about it. I walked out of that gym very quickly with a big grin on my face. Why? Because that's just the way I roll.
67. When I was a little kid we had a camp trailor. When my dad would pull of the road to dump the sewer, my brothers and I would stand around and watch with excitement for giant turds to come flopping out. We really enjoyed that.
68. When I was a boy my mom would safetypin towels around me and my friend's neck so we could play superman. I used to think that superman could really fly until I jumped off the neighbors shed and did a bellyflop from 8 ft. After that I realised that there was no such thing as superman.
69. I believed in Superman up until I was 15.
70. When I was younger I was a swimmer. Back in the 80's when we were just learning about AIDS, my mom made the comment that the pool locker room bathrooms were gross and you could get aids from sitting on the toilets. I came home from swimming practice most days with belly ache. I hated swim team.
71. One day after swimming practice a kid started a fight with me in the showers. I ended up beating the crap out of him. Later in college he was my home teaching companion. I asked him if he remembered our fight in the showers. He said he didn't and changed the subject. I know he remembers.
72. One day my older brothers bike got stolen by a kid named squirrel. The cops caught him and my brother got his bike back. I think with a name like squirrel he probably should have got to keep the bike.
73. My favorite color is blue, and looking back I think my favorite color is blue because my dad's favorite color is blue, and If I'm guessing right his dad's favorite color was probably blue too. I hope my boys favorite color isn't pink or purple, because then I will have to wonder why his favorite color isn't blue.
74. When I was a very little boy I remember riding with my Mom and Dad and getting stuck in his old brown GMC. I remember suggesting that my dad put the truck into four wheel drive to get out. I remember my dad acting like he hadn't even thought of that and getting out of the truck and putting it into four wheel drive and driving us out of the mud. I remember sitting proudly saying that if it wasn't for me reminding him to put it in four wheel drive we would still be stuck. My parents thanked me over and over again for my help. They always made me feel ten feet tall.
75. One day on my mission I was driving with my comp. and a squirrel was in the middle of the road. My comp. sped up and hit the squirrel. It only wounded the squirrel, so my comp and I jumped out of the car, grabbed some sticks and and chased the squirrel up a tree. While we were trying to hit the squirrel this lady came out of her house and yelled, "what are you doing?" My comp. and I put on our sad faces and told the lady that we hit the squirrel and felt really bad and wanted to put it out of it's misery. She told us we were sweet, that most people would just keep driving. We said that we just felt bad. She was so touched that she invited us over to her house. I think she fed us Ice Cream.

100 things about me continued...

26. I just got a new Giant Hi-res Monitor for my work computer that is bad A.
27. About a week after my first date with my wife I was on a date with another girl (pre-cindy scheduling)at a Poison Concert and I had my date wait in line with me to buy Cindy a souvenier.
28. I don't think that being gay is a right or a privelege. I think it is a sin. Besides that I don't like how gay people talk.
29. One time when I was in the boy scouts, I was on a scout trip and had a leader that was always talking down to me and cutting on me. I was sitting in the back seat of his van on the way home and started licking a new piece of jerky then I stuck it out the window to dry then I offered the jerky to my scout leader. He took it and said thanks very sincerely, ate the jerky, and was nice to me the rest of the trip for giving him a piece of jerky. I almost felt bad for that.
30. I wrestled my whole life and don't think that I ever had a match that I didn't feel mental pressure.
31. I don't think that wrestling is a sport for girls. Not that they can't do a good job, just it grosses little boys out to have to wrestle girls.
32. I don't think that cheerleading and drill team is for boys. Even if you are gay. If you read this and are gay and offended please see number 28.
33. In the middle east men fight by pulling off their sandals and start hitting each other with them. I don't think that type of fighting is an effective way of fighting.
34. I think that in order for a person to collect a welfare check, that person has to pass a drug test. That welfare money came from people that payed taxes. The people that payed taxes had to pass a drug test, I think that is only fair.
35. I believe that child molesters and rapists should recieve the death penalty. I don't think it is curable.
36. At one point and time I believed that a Fourty ounce beer bottle in a paper sack was the state flower of Mississippi.
37. I still believe that the mosquito is the state bird of Mississippi.
38. I love Postum, and am saddened by its discontinuance.
39. I have a stockpile of postum and and am happy about that.
40. I believe that I can make a trip to bear country the scariest trip to bear country that a person could have.
41. I think that chitterlings should not be considered a food in any culture. They are hog intestines, you cannot cover up that flavor.
43. I hate hearing someone from another country in our country complain about our country. One day in college, a Japanese student went off on America after the movie Pearl Harbor came out. I told him to get the hell out, we didn't invite him.
44. I believe that the Labrador Retriever is all around the best dog to have. My Little bro bought a English Mastiff and for a while I started changing my mind because it is the coolest looking dog that I had ever seen. However I went back to the Lab because I realised that English Mastiffs just lay around, eat, look pretty and take Giant huds. However it would be a good dog to sick on someone.
45. I think that it is ok to play in Texas without a fiddle in the band.
46. When I was in school, I thought about becoming a pharmacist. But after watching a pharmacist count pills all day I wondered if I would be able to count pills all day without taking pills all day to deal with counting pills all day.
47. I played the Saxophone up through my sophmore year in High School. I think that I was pretty good. I did the pep band the marching band and the Jazz band. They even handed out Shirts that you could have your cool band nickname embriodered on it. At that time I really wished that I had chosen to play the trombone because I could think of a million cool nicknames that would go with the trombone. When kids started showing up to school with band letterman jackets and embriodered shirts that said "Saxastud", "Flutti Tuttie", "Clair-Annette", "Tubatoothpaste", and "French WHorn". My shirt just said Dave. I realized that band wasn't for me. Plus I wanted a Trombone nickname.
48. I wasn't a very nice kid in semminary and at one point and time my teacher told me that if I memorized all of my scripture master scriptures I would never have to come back and he would give me an A. I thought that was a cop-out on his part so I didn't memorise any of the scriptures and stayed in semminary to liven up the class. He only taught one year.
49. In the 8th grade I really liked talking and entertaining the class. So my teacher made me sit back in the very back corner in this huge desk for the rest of the year. I felt bad for a minute until Derek Heap brought me a swimsuit calender to stash in my desk, just in case I got lonely. I loved that desk.
50. I think that if a person is 15 years old and rides to school with his mom in her mini-van, that, that person is not a gangster and should have to pull his pants up.
50b. I don't know why but my blogger spell checker is not working so sorry, you will have to deal withhe mie misstspellangs.
To be continued.....

100 things about me.

Miandmiksmom put me up to the challenge of writing 100 things about myself. So here goes.

1. I don't like Bums. We have a couple of Transients that have recently made a home in Sheridan and every time I drive by them I feel like throwing something out the window at them.
2. I don't like Hillary Clinton. It scares the pants off of me to think that she may become president.
3. I love hunting.
4. I love fishing.
5. I used to love fishing better than hunting until I got a hunting dog. After that I loved hunting more better.
6. I am starting to love fishing as much as hunting again.
7. I am a firm believer that sometimes giving someone a fat lip is the only solution.
8. I love Jesus. I don't think that he would agree with number seven or number one. But He may agree with me on number two.
9. In high school My older brother, me, and some of our friends used to wizz of the overpass onto oncoming traffic for fun.
10. My older brother and I have talked about things we did in high school and agree that now days we would be in councelling, and might possibly be considered terrorists.
11. I could eat seafood every day for every meal and never get tired of it.
12. I really like a good pocket knife.
13. I can go for a long time with out swearing but sometimes I will just have a day that I swear enough to make up for the long time without swearing.
14. I have never taken the Lord's name in vane.
15. The last time I said the F-word was 8 years ago when I was engaged. What can I say, 6 month engagement, kind of frustrating.
16. If I had a wooden leg, I think that I would attach a kickstand to it, just so I could say that I have a wooden leg with a kickstand.
17. I still think my wife is hot, and think that the only reason that I scored such a babe is because I am a good salesman.
18. Sometimes when I wake up early in the morning for work I am extra loud so my little boy will wake up so I can play with him at work.
19. I would always have my 3 brother's and Dad's back in a fight even if it meant going to jail.
20. One time in Elementary School I stapled Boner Bezanson's back. I still feel bad about that.
21. When I was a kid my German Shorthair ran away with my brothers German Shepherd. We went away for the weekend and came home and my brothers dog came back. Mine didn't. My brother said that he prayed all weekend that his dog would come back. I realized that I hadn't prayed at all that weekend that my dog would come back, and that was why my dog didn't come back. I still wish I would have prayed that weekend.
22. When I was a boy my mother made me take piano lessons. I think that I was pretty good, but I thought that the piano was for girls and homo's, so I hated it and never told any one that I could play the piano. I still can read music and I still don't tell people that I can play the piano because I still think it is for girls and homo's.
23. I think I will let my wife make my boy take piano lessons because I think it is good for the mind, and I don't think that my boy will think that the piano is just for girls and homos because I think he will be a nicer boy than I was.
24. I don't have a lot of friends, but the friends I do have I trust. If I don't trust a person I won't even pretend to be his friend.
25. My wife is a good enough friend that even if I didn't have any friends I could still be just as happy as if I had a whole bunch of friends.
To be continued.....

Yeah, I'm going there.

At 18 years of age and about two months before my mission. A friend took me to a place just north of Minersville, Utah. I never thought about the name Minersville and where it came from until I was shown the numerous mines that surrounded the Minersville area. There was something intriguing about the old openings. Some openings went as tunnels into the mountain and others were vertical pits littered with century old mining paraphanalia around the entrance. I immediately wanted to explore the mines and was stopped short by the fear of my friend. My friend just didn't want to go there. I decided that I would have to go about the mine exploration alone.

The next morning I woke up early, grabbed a flashlight, some extra batteries, and a hammer (to chip out the gold of course) and headed for Minersville.

There was one mine that stood out from the previous day that I knew I had to explore. I drove around the Minersville hills for about an hour, lost trying to find my special mine, until I came across an equally intriguing mine. Only about 15 feet from where I had parked, and over a few sagebrush was a hole about 4 foot wide by 6 foot tall. I climbed out of my primer grey Ford Bronco II equipped with an 8-ball stick shifter (I had to throw that in so you could know what kind of bad-A I was back then), grabbed my flash light and hammer and headed into the dark adventure that was ahead of me.

As I entered the mine, I inspected the mine for safety, and with 18 years of experience of messing around in places that I shouldn't, deemed the mine safe for exploration. As I walked throught the mine, I looked closely at the walls for, perhaps a little gold that had been left behind. After about 200 feet of close inspection, I realized that whomever painstakingly chipped this cave out by hand probably made sure that he didn't leave any gold behind. As I explored deeper I came across a small cave-in that made me a little unsure of going any farther, but being the safety expert that I was, decided that I would be OK to venture on. I climbed over the rubble and headed deeper into the hole. After what seemed like 300 feet, I came to a place that looked like the earth had settled about 3 feet and I looked down at the settled area and found a vein of turqoise. I took my hammer and chipped away the vein and filled my pockets. After taking a minute to reflect on my success I decided to venture deeper into the cave. Turn after turn, straight-away after straight-away I walked deeper. There were little if any branches to the tunnel, and what branches I found, I explored, and never found any branch to go much farther than 100 feet. As I traveled deeper I came to a wooden structure about 2 feet tall blocking the mine and what seemed like the end of my adventure. As I walked closer and looked over the barrier, I saw that the shaft was no longer horizontal but vertical. The wooden structure was a support for a ladder system leading deep, very deep. As I shined my flashlight over the edge I couldn't see the bottom. I inspected the ladder system and though the system seemed structurally sound, I realized that the structure had been built probably 100 years earlier. I thought about climbing down the ladder, but thought I should perform a few safety tests first. I picked up a rock and tossed it into the hole and listened. I never heard it hit the bottom. I did however hear what I thought was a faint cursing in Chinese. I'll never know though. I threw another larger rock and listened for a landing and never heard it. That scared me enough to decide that it would not be in my best interest to not go there.

Today I want to go somewhere that perhaps I shouldn't go, but I would like to. First, I do want to say that truly and deep down. I am not a racist. I can say that at times ignorance has caused me to make judgements on people different than I, (Race, Religion, Politics, etc.) and in the aftermath of getting to know someone that fell into my ignorant prejudgemet, realized how foolish my un-educated pre-judgements really were. I think most of us are guilty of that sometimes. Maybe I am the only one, I don't know. As I have experienced being around people that are different than me, I have come to realize more fully that most of us are all struggling with the same problems regardless of Race or Religion. I do believe that there are some things out there that do more harm for their race in the name of helping their race. I want to mention some things that bother me.. Yes, I am going there.

1. I am bothered by the United Negro College Fund. I think that a college fund designed for people to ensure that their money only goes to someone of another race is racist. I don't even think it is proper to say negro any more? How can you have a college fund called that. Can you imagine the uproar If I started a United Honky College Fund?

2. I am bothered by The Miss Black America Contest. For the same reasons as above. " There she is Miss White America..... Just not happening.

3. I am bothered by BET (Black Entertainment Television.) Not just for the same reasons as mentioned, but I think that If a channel is going to only play shows with African Americans in them, they should have to take claim on Steve Erkel.

4. I am bothered by Jesse Jackson and Al Sharpton. Any time a celebrity or politition says something derogotory or racially incorrect they have to apologise to Jesse Jackson and Al Sharpton. Hell, don't apologise to Jesse and Al, apologise to who you said it too. If Denzel Washington called me a cracker, I'm not going to feel better if he got on National Television and apologised to Reverend Billy Graham. I want him to call me. I don't need it to be a national issue.

5. I am bothered by equal opportunity employment. I think this forces an employer to take race into account when hiring, instead of the most qualified.

6. I am bothered by affirmative action and its intent to promote access to education or employment aimed at historically sociopolitically non-dominant group. I think this ensures the labeling of a non-dominant group.

My list is by no means exhaustive. Those are just a few things that I think hinder a productive society.

I think as a nation we have come along way. Look at our presidential front runners. We have a White Woman, a Black Muslim, and an 80 year old White Guy. I think this proves that we have come a long way.

I think we, collectively as a nation, are getting over the bigotry. I just think that there are some out there (e.g. Jesse and Al) that wouldn't have a living unless it were still alive.

Perhaps I shouldn' t have gone here. I feel strongly about it and welcome any comments, critisms, or questions.

I guess sometimes when you don't go somewhere, you are always left not having gone there. And just as with my cave, I could go further, but I won't, because I am afraid.

Sad Sad Blog

My Sad Sad Blog. My poor blog has gone to pot. (what does that mean, gone to pot? does it mean like pot the drug or pot "the pot"?). At any rate it think that it could mean either or. I think that a better blog is on the horizon. My bridge project is slowly wrapping up and I can for see a lot more office time in the future. Which may mean, (if I write during my lunch hour, or before work of course.) that I will be dumbing up cyberspace once more. I do not know if I have any readers left. I saw a comment in a foreign language and figure that I may have a reader or two in some third world country that has nothing better to do than pick coca leaves and read my blog. To you my Colombian Friend, Gracias me amigo. Me gusta la coca, Tu coca es muy bueno. (just kidding).
I guess I will play a little catch up. Wyoming is wonderful this time of year. Below zero temperatures have even made it possible for a few select rancher ladies to grow some pretty fantastic beards. I know that sounds gross, but I am beginning to like a little beard on a woman, and have been urging Cindy to spend a little more time out in the cold. She is not up on that, and thinks it would be embarrassing if we ever went home. I just keep telling her that when in Rome well... Zachy is sporting a spotty mustache with a pretty full soul patch on the lower lip. I however, am still unable to successfully grow a decent beard.
The dog, well Angus doesn't quite get the attention that he receive pre Zach, but has put on a nice bit of weight with the leftover elk and deer that I have been giving him. It looks good on the old pooch.
Things are good here, work is good, home is good, all is good. My favorite part of the day is coming home to my wife and little boy. I love to pick up my little boy and ask him he has been a good boy, his reply is always a couple of quick nods followed by "ess".
I'm glad it's Friday. I have been sick and I think that I am going to buy a truckload of coal on the way home from work and settle in to a long week end.

TWas a Few Days Before Christmas.

Miandmiksmom wrote her version, so I thought I'd write my own version.

Twas a few Days before Christmas, I'm sitting at work.
I ain't bought a thing, I'm going berserk.

My Mexican Bridge crew went home for year,
I'm stuck in the office, bored to the tear.

Zachy's been sick, a bad case of the croups.
And the Mexican eatin' gave me the poops.

Cindy's been hustling, picking up my slack
baking and crafting and filling Santa's Sack.

The weather outside is snowy and cold.
I hurt my back and I'm feeling real old.

The 12 hour trip home, I don't think we'll make
Missing our families makes makes my heart ache.

Decisions Decisions, over a number of things:
From what job to take, to what Santa will Bring.

I'm missing the Christmas from when I was a boy,
anxious and sleepless over lots of new toys.

Missing the days with not much to buy
Missing my family about makes me cry.

With all the frustration I just about cave,
I'm loosing touch with that happy fun Dave.

When deep in my heart a pitter and patter
a warmth raises up above all the clatter.

A thought fills my mind that fills me with peace
The anger, frustration and sadness does cease.

The thought of a baby, back two thousand years
who's birth was for told by prophets and seers.

A babe that was perfect in every which way
Who would suffer and die and for sins he would pay.

Oh how would it be to look in his eyes,
to hold him, to hug him, to comfort his cries?

The thought of this birth warms up my soul
mends up my heart and makes it a whole.

So if your like me at the end of your rope
Think of the Savior and you'll find some hope.

With all the bustle, it makes me feel right.
so Merry Christmas to all and to all a good night.

My Hunt

In my last entry I made a few predictions, I don't have a lot of time to tell the story but the short and dirty of it is that I was within 10 minutes of each prediction. The weather was mean and nasty and I didn't get my bull out until noon Saturday. These are pictures of my little bull and my little man. I will admit that the bull is not a big bull, but if you have ever been elk hunting you can appreciate that I shot it without putting more hours into the hunt than 2 hours. It was the last day of the hunt and I wouldn't pass up the opportunity. I have also included a picture of my little boy to compensate for my small bull. This pic was taken on the way to the barn to look at my bull.

Have a nice day.

Another Friday. Another Long Friday.

I guess it isn't too long. I am taking off at noon to go Elk Hunting. It is really cold today so it should make for some good hunting. It has been cold all week. In about 45 mins I will be sighting my 300 Ultra Mag in. In about 3 hours I will be aiming at an elk and In about 3 hours and 5 seconds I will be pulling the trigger on an elk and in about3 hours and 2 minutes I will be gutting and elk and in about 4 hours I will begin draggin my elk to the truck, and in about 20 hours I will have it to the truck, and then I will be done.

Oh yeah and It will be cold. It is almost noon at it is only 19 degrees F.

I hope everyone has a nice weekend.

Pay it forward

I Just recieved a Southern Gift in the mail from Miandmiksmom, and I guess I better play the game as well. So here goes.

If you are one of the first three to comment you will receive a fun little gift from me! Here are the rules:You must be one of the first 3 people to comment requesting to join the exchange.The only thing you have to do in return is "pay it forward" by making the same promise to 3 people on your blog. (So, you must have a blog to participate.)
If you are one of the first three, please send me your mailing address to:dgr@entechusa.net

Get it on.

I don't know if I have 3 readers anymore??

Iv'e been snowed out, so the bridge process will be on hold until after the Holiday. So I thought that I would post a few pictures of my bridge project so you can see what I have been up to for the last month. I have been enjoying the work and it has been nice to be out of the office. Perhaps I will even be able to post something with some substance later today.

Somedays we have bad days at the bridge.

Somedays we have cold days.

Somedays we have warm days. (This is the old bridge that we are replacing)

The view from the bridge site is spectacular.

Juan is the guy in the middle.

Juan+Snakes=No Bueno

Crane+Powerlines=No Bueno

Every day at lunch we have a Fiesta. I bring the Deer Meat, the crews bring the rest.

Mexican Fiesta+Dave=Bueno

I guess I didn't post many pictures of the construction. I will do that later. I have been loving the work. I have forgotten how long the days can actually be inside the office.

Thanksgiving

I don't imagine that during my absence that I have retained any of my blog readers but I think that I will write a few things that I am thankful for.



I'm Thankful for God. It amazes me that the Most significant of anything significant is aware of someone as insignificant as I am. It amazes me that He hears everything I say and is aware of everything that I do, and still manages to give me a certain feeling of peace and a certain feeling that tells me he loves me.

I'm Thankful for Jesus Christ who lived a life to give me a perfect example, loved me enough to suffer for my sins, and lived again so that I could conquer death. I don't understand it all but my feelings give me enough reason to believe in it.

I'm Thankful for my Family. I'm thankful for a Wife that is patient, funny, loving, a good mother, beautiful, smart, and a best friend who brings sunshine into the dark parts of my life. A wife that after 8 years I am still madly in love with. I'm Thankful for a little boy that lifts my heart every time I see him and helps me feel a love that I would have never comprehended before. I'm thankful for Parents that never gave me a bad example, never made me feel unloved, never fought in front of me, and never gave up on me even when I did. I'm thankful for Brothers that I can talk to, hunt with, fight with, and play with, Brothers who understand me, have my same ideals, and no matter what always have my back. I'm thankful for my wife's family who's love made it easy to become my family.

I'm thankful for the USA. I'm thankful for freedom, for the people who gave their lives for it and give their lives for it every day. One nation under God.

I'm thankful for Friends. I don't have a lot of friends. I guess I am picky, or perhaps the friends I do have are not picky. Either way, I am glad to have a few. The few friends that I have, I trust and I guess that's all that matters.

I'm Thankful for Life. I'm thankful for the ups and the downs, the ups because they are ups and the downs because sometimes the downs are the only way humble me enough to grow. There have been times that I have smiled so big that you could see it from the moon and times that even crying didn't make me feel better. I have had good friends and I have had bad friends. I have been a good friend and I have been a bad friend. I've had my touchdowns and I have had days that I felt like punting. But I can't deny the fact that I have had a good life and I am thankful for that.

My life is about as close to fairy tale as it gets. I don't know why. I am aware that where much is given much is required. I don't know how I will ever keep up.

Happy Thanksgiving.

My Degenerate Blog

To my friends in Blogworld.
I know that my blog, has of lately sucked something serious. I haven't meant to just drop off the face of the planet. I have been on my bridge project and have had to be on site all day, every day. I imagine that regular readers of my blog may have found that their IQ has made a major jump in my absence.
I guess that I could continue my writing at home, but I have found that when I get home from work, that the last thing that I would want to do is turn a computer on.
I will try to do better, but I cannot promise anything until I have a little stability in my project schedule.
Just so everyone knows, I love you all, I am happy, my family is happy and healthy, all is well, and I hope that everyone is happy too.
I've gotta say, the area that I am working in is absolutely beautiful. I will have to post some pictures.

Dave

TGIF

When I was in Grade School, I had a bus driver Named Frank. Frank was an older gentleman with dark hair and spoke with a New York accent coupled with a slight speech impediment. He had a medium build was about 5' 10". When you got onto the bus it sometimes smelled like cigarettes. (I think he had to calm himself before dealing with the rowdy disrespectful bunch that we were.) Some kids were worse than others. Nearly every one was rude and wild and disrespectful to Frank. I don't think every one came at that naturally, I think that it was the end of the day and we were all able to relax. Our bus was the oldest bus in the school district and if you sat on the back seat, you would be launched nearly to the roof at every bump. There was one sharp turn in particular on the way home that was always entertaining. Frank usually hit the turn hard enough that we all thought the bus would tip over. Some days, all of the kids would get on one side of the bus before the turn, and as Frank hit the turn we would simultaneously push all of our weight to the other side of the bus to try and make it tip over. One day I swear we got that thing on two wheels. The bus ride was always an adventure. Every Friday Frank would get on the intercom and say TGIF with his low funny voice. We always got a kick out of it not just because he talked funny but because we knew that he really meant it. We knew that he was sincerely glad it was Friday. Of all the games and the craziness I noticed that my older brother was never in on the fun. He always showed Frank Respect. I don't ever remember my brother getting crazy on the bus, and I don't remember a time that my brother didn't stop and tell Frank thanks for the ride. As small as it was I think that my brother being the way he was, meant something to Frank. I remember one Christmas my brother brought Frank a bag of Oranges. It wasn't much, but by the look on Frank's face and the tear in his eyes it meant something to him. It wasn't the oranges, it was the thought. I remember watching that and feeling a little sadness, and a lot of guilt for being the boy that I had been to Frank.
I'm sitting here, it's close to the end of the day and work week. I have had ups (Cindy getting a deer) and downs (fighting with contractors, that's another long story.) And I can truly sit back and say TGIF and mean it just as much as Frank did.
I crossed people this week that made me really mean TGIF when I said it, and I have crossed people who, with just the little things have made a difference to me weather they knew it or not.
The little things are easy, that's why we call them the little things.

I think that sometimes we forget that the little things are everything to someone who has nothing.

My Wife the Great White Hunter

After 8 years of pestering, last night my wife finally agreed to buy a deer tag and let me take her out to kill a buck. I hunt a lot. I probably hunt more than a man should hunt but I can't help it. I'm addicted. My addiction got worse and out of control when I moved to Wyoming. I think that as my addiction spiraled out of control my pestering and influence for my wife to hunt got worse. Last night she broke. I promised her something big and she bought a tag. I had to make a few shady deals in which if she shot a nice buck I would take a full Saturday and take her to scrapbook stores and spend all day scrap booking, and I would have to make a scrapbook page myself. (I know that is asking a lot but I was desperate.) With all of these big bucks around us, I needed my wife to take advantage of it. So last night we loaded up and went hunting. I took her to my best spot. I wanted so bad for her to kill a nice buck. I knew if I got her onto a buck she would be able to shoot it. My wife surprisingly, is an excellent shot. I don't know why she just comes at shooting naturally.
So we get to the hunting area and right off we were seeing bucks. Nothing up to my wife's standard. After driving around for about an hour we came upon a heard of about 8 deer, mostly bucks. I was spotting, and I saw him about 200 yards away. I could see that he was a big one. Cindy was looking through the scope sizing up the deer. I asked: "do you see that big dawg?" She said: "yeah" I said "take him." She said "he is facing me". I said "wait for him to turn broadside". He turned broadside. I said "TAKE HIM" in a loud whisper. "TAKE HIM" I said again. "TAKE....." BOOOM! I watched the bullet slam right into the heart. The buck dropped like a ton of bricks. I think I started break dancing right there. I pulled off a perfect robot and three cycles of the worm. What a shot! Perfect placement. After she shot him she asked me how big he was, I said "I'm not sure, but I know he is big". My wife said "it better not be a two point". It wasn't a two point. As we walked up on him we realized what a monster she had shot. I was like a little kid in a candy store. I wanted to make out. :) My wife thought giving her five and a hug would be more appropriate. (Sorry I get my feelings a little confused sometimes :)) I guess that was good enough.
Of all the deer that I have killed I don't remember enjoying it as much as enjoyed watching my wife kill that buck last night. I don't know why I got such a kick out of it. I guess you get my two addictions together (Cindy and Deer hunting) anf I get a little out of control. Cindy tried to play it off as cool as she could but I know deep down inside she was excited as I was. She may have not been break dancing but her smile told the story. We guessed the buck had to have weighed over three hundred pounds. We only had to drag it 200 yards but that was a killer. I had to get help from a buddy to load it into the truck. I hung it up in the barn and it broke three ropes. Finally I had to settle for a ratchet strap.

I'm so proud of MY wife, the Great White Hunter.

Also, I hope this is a lesson to everyone who has been invited out to a special "Wild Wyoming Dave Riddle Buck hunt" and didn't accept.

Hard Times But Not Hard Times

I avoid trials and tribulation as much as possible. I do not like hard times. I do not like feeling bad. I do not like sadness, loneliness, or failure. I do not like death, famine or pain. I do everything possible to avoid these things because I really do not enjoy the experience. I do not enjoy watching others experience hard times either. But in reflection I look at my life and realize that experiencing these things (though at the time I hated them)I have realized that the hard times have been the critical in my own personal development.

I thought I would write about a one "hard time" that made a difference in my life.
As a boy, I had a very happy childhood. I had/have excellent parents and a good family. At one point in my childhood we fell on hard times. My dad lost his job with a good company and had to resort to Driving truck all night, pulling weeds and recycling freight pallets during the day. It took about 20 hours out of his day to work so that my mom could stay home and raise us and to put food in the mouths of four hungry boys. My dad didn't believe in handouts so he worked. He was gone a lot. My Poor mother was taxed with possibly a harder responsibility of keeping the peace of four fighting boys. I worried a lot during those times.
I remember one day my older brother and I had 75 cents and we decided to walk to the KOA store by our house to get a treat. We decided to buy two pixie sticks and a flavored Club Soda (we had never had one) to share. I remember walking back to our house laughing and having a good time. We stopped at the ditch behind our house to drink the Club soda and it was terrible. At that moment we both realized that we had wasted 50 cents of needed money. My brother and I talked about how we really shouldn't be wasting money while our dad was working so hard for it. We felt horrible over 50 cents. We played the rest of the day, but it was heavy on my mind. Later that night at a family home evening our family gathered around the piano for a song (none of us could sing very well) and my older brother was playing "the Money Song" as graceful as he could, while we sang along. We sang as a family:

Money can't buy everything
Money will not make you a king
Money will not buy success
Money cant buy happiness.

But one thing that I am sure
Money cannot make you poor
Money will not make you sad
Money cant be all that bad.

We laughed as we sang it over and over again. Later that night we knelt down together as a family and prayed. I don't remember the prayer, but I remember a feeling of peace that came over me. A feeling that told me that everything was going to be OK.
That day I learned something. I learned that money wasn't our source of happiness and it never would be.

In all of my worries, one dwarfed them all. I worried every night as my dad left to drive truck at night that he wouldn't come home. I knew how much he worked during the day, and I knew how little he slept. I knew I couldn't handle the loss of my Dad. Every night, I knelt down by my bed and prayed that my Dad would make it home safe. It wasn't a light hurry and get done prayer. It was sincere, and with all of my heart. I never missed a night. I couldn't miss a night.
My Dad came home every morning.
I learned the most important lesson of all through that hard time. I learned that somewhere, there was a loving Father that loved me, and as insignificant as I was, he listened, he listened every night. I learned that he had the power to take care of my loving Father.
I wouldn't trade that lesson for anything in the world.

Hard times can be our best times if we know where to turn. If we don't turn the right direction then they are just hard times.

Crazy Nights

I really think I am loosing it. I know I say that a lot but I think that I am loosing it for real. Last night, I have this dream that I looked up out of bed and saw a wolf spider hanging over my face. So I wake my wife up to turn the lights on so I can kill it. She tells me that I am asleep. But I am so convinced that it is there that I convince her that it is there. Well she turns the lights on and nothing. So I take a couple of pictures off the wall just to check and lay back down. Still not convinced that it is not there. Now that I am awake it all seems kind of foolish. I really hate listening to other peoples dreams, so I won't bore you with my crazy dreams, but I think lately I have been bombarded with the weirdest dreams possible. While I was hunkered down hunting white tails the other day I fell asleep and went into some crazy dream state. Sometimes I get dreams that have no business being there. Thoughts that I hadn't thought about for 20 years, Characters that I haven't seen for years or even thought about for years just pop in and say hi. It kind of makes me wonder what triggers all of it. Sometimes I go for certain periods without the craziness and others I get pretty active in my sleep. I am pretty sure that my wife thinks I have lost it but she cant say much. Sometimes I wake up and she is hitting me telling me that I stink. Now everyone knows that I don't stink. I think that I am a pretty good smelling guy. I can't figure that one out. I'm just glad that I am not a violent sleeper like my wife.

Monday's

I don't generally consider myself a complainer, or unhappy. But man I really really dislike Mondays. I woke up this morning at 4:30 and just wanted to crawl under my bed and die. I knew I couldn't So I thought about the possibility of calling in sick. I have never used a sick day, and why not today. Well that wouldn't work because I needed to hit my boss up today about leaving early tomorrow to go hunting. Which by the way is in a primo area on the Powder River. I watched a hunting show the other day, that was filmed in the same area that I am going. I am stoked. Opening day of the Rifle season started today. And I am wondering what I am doing at work? I've got a bridge project coming up in the next week or so, and I am worried that it will screw up my plans to go home for the deer hunt. I fricken hope not. If it does, I'm going to Wendy's to work. I'll get my respect.
This morning on my way to the gym I was so "out of it" that instead of driving to the YMCA, I drove to my office. Upon arrival to my office, I realized that I was in my Gym clothes. So I hopped back onto the freeway and drove to the Y. I think that I am loosing my mind. I don't think. I know. I think it was from my deer wound. Yeah, I'm still whining about that. I mean it has been a month and it still hasn't healed. It's not that sore anymore but there is a lump and still a scab. I don't think that I have caught any diseases or anything. Much to the disappointment of my friends and colleagues I haven't acquired lockjaw. I mean sure I have a small case of the worms, but hey I can eat pretty much whatever I want and not put on weight now. I think that the real reason that I hate Monday's is because I have such good weekends. I mean, the weekend was nothing special. Saturday, I hunted all morning back behind the house. It was beautiful out there. Nothing killed but there was a quiet peace out there that is hard to explain. When I got home, my wife had just gotten in from running a 5k and all of her friend's husbands were there to meet them at the finish line. I was the only husband not there. I felt like a deadbeat husband, and maybe I am. Maybe, I let hunting season get the best of me. But crap, how am I supposed to know 5K etiquette? I didn't know that I was supposed to be there. Of course my wife was understanding as usual. Which, I guess you have to be super-understanding when you marry a guy like me. I mean seriously, I can look at a clock and predict that withing a 5 minute timeline, I am going to either do or say something offensive or stupid. I guess it's just my nature. I'm kind of like a home run hitter. Every now and then, I can hit a home run with something I say. But I am swinging for the fence so often that, I find myself striking out most of the time. Anyways, hows that for a tangent. After disappointing my wife, I decided that I better lay some tile. So I layed tile for most of the day Saturday. Saturday night Cindy went to the Relief Society Broadcast, So Zach and I stayed home. Man what a funny baby. He is so happy and easygoing. We played around until Cindy got home. Sunday, Church was good. I love having a little boy to mess around with at church. I don't know who is worse, Me, Cindy or Zach. I can't remember the last talk that I followed church all the way through. I mean seriously. I get to church early because I have meetings. Cindy shows up to Sacrament with a box of Cookies and Zach. So we play with Zach and eat cookies during church. That's another issue. I hope I don't go to hell for eating cookies in church.
Anyways, I had a good weekend. And if you have been able to follow my tangential novel. That's why I hate Mondays. Crap, I think that I forgot to write why I hate Mondays.

Tree Climber

This is a video of my dog. I taught him to climb the tree out by the bunkhouse. He has had a complete recovery from the Snakebite. I think that he is ready for Goose and Duck season.

Shout out to my Bros.

I want to give a shout out to my little bro Gregg and his wife Lisa. Gregg got Lisa all pregnanted up so now they are going to have a baby in May I think. So anyways Gregg, good job, you are finally a proven sire. Now to further prove your manhood the real test is if you can have a boy. There are only a few of us out here that have so much manhood that they can only produce boys. I guess we will have to see.
All joking aside, I am happy as heck for the both of you. You will make excellent parents, and give the baby a fantastic home. What a lucky baby.
On another note; to my brother Dan, I imagine I should be expecting some announcement on baby number 4 any time soon. This year and a half is about as long as I remember without getting a baby announcement from you guys.
To Douggie, I think you should hold off on the announcement until you get married.

King for a Day in Clearmont Wyoming

Yesterday, I was out of the office for most of the day. I had to do some work in a little town called Clearmont, Wyoming. The drive was spectacular. Clearmont is about 45 miles east of Sheridan. The population is about 115. There is a general store, a bar, and a post office. When I arrived there they almost gave me a parade. They don't have visitors very often so they gathered all of the school children together and sang patriotic songs to me. The mayor let me wear his hat and gave me the keys to the city. The women from the Clearmont cattlewoman's association gave me a quilt that had been passed down through 5 generations. The volunteer fire department took me for a ride in their new 1972 firetruck, and the ladies of the senior center baked me a delicious apple pie.
OK, maybe none of that happened, but I did take a picture of this sweet redneck truck. Check out the exhaust pipes. I think I will make an offer.

My little man.

I haven't posted pics of my little boy for a while so I thought that I would post a couple of recents. This is Zachhy boy in his cowboy jammies. He loves his rocking chair.

Fighting the fight.

It's Monday morning and I am fighting the Monday battle of trying to get into a positive focus. I think that I am winning the battle. And it has been a battle. My alarm went off at 4:30 this morning and I swear, I just wanted to be sick and sleep the rest of the day, but I got up, got dressed and went to the gym. I was secretly hoping that my buddy wouldn't show up so I could just go jump in the shower and go to work, but he showed up. We lifted and I got feeling a little better this song came on and I hadn't heard it for a long long time and it kind of put me in a little better mood, and so after I got my blood pumping at the gym I decided in my mind that I would live to see another Friday, and hey by 7:00 I was feeling much better about life and ready to tackle it. I had a good weekend. Cindy, Zach, and I went to Green River for the funeral. It was good, except for the pastor that they hired, he was horrible. But hey what do you expect for a priest craft?? J/K. OK maybe not J/K. We had a good time though. We took the back way home and I really enjoyed the ride. Cindy and I never run out of things to talk about, and Zach was a good boy. I'm glad that after all of this time that we still enjoy each others company. I don't know what it is, but it seems like we can even find ways to enjoy funerals.

Kind of a Friday

Happy Friday.
I guess it's kind of a Friday. I'm taking tomorrow off to travel down to Green River for my friends funeral. Sorry to all for depressing posts. I will be a little more upbeat. I sometimes wonder what kind of a picture I paint of myself to those who don't know me. I wonder if, I would be dressed in a clown suit or dressed in black. Speaking of Green River, man I don't want to go there. If you have ever been to G.R. you know what I mean. The drive is horrible. That stretch between Rawlins and Green River is the most desolate windy hell that I have ever driven through. Maybe I can stop off and get some fireworks, yeah some fireworks. I think That I will leave tonight after work, stay the night and come home as soon as the funeral is over Friday morning. I can't think of any reason to spend time in G.R. My friend was too young to die. He was only 56. There I go again, writing all depressing stuff.

For every worry
under the sun.
There is a remedy
Or there is None.

If there is a remedy
hurry and find it
It there isn't
Nevermind it.

I think there are some things that we can fix and something that we can't. I think that we waste a lot of time worrying about things that we can't fix instead of using that time to fix the things that we can.