hour rates

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The lights out make it funnier. This hotel next to strip club dubs itself "ed oofn'" -- that's what we're talkin' about!

swim the green

green beer

I probably shouldn't post it ...

"Oh my ... Becky, look at her butt. It's so big ... she must be one of those rap guys girlfriends." (She then smacks her own butt) What struck me funny later about this was, that she was talking to "Becky" and the woman talking about herself did have a little largeness to her bottom, not tons. She brought in her little girl ... black.

She must be one of those rap guys girlfriends.

Steel Dynamics

From the ground it's even larger. At the top you can see the 4 lane divided highway on which I travel.

keep the theme going

"Kiss me, I'm Irish", is what I'd like the young woman to say to me.

Confidentially, I'd kiss regardless.

Dating bastards

Perhaps jaded, but at work, I am reminded that many women seek the "bad guy" to date. Chances are, he is a bad guy and will treat her like crap. Then, after years of abuse, in one form or another, she leaves to find another jerk or some poor fool who is in for the trip of his life. Gee, I'm the first guy who's nice and she treats me like crap. They need to air out reality here to people. If a person seems like a bastard, they might very well be a bastard. Come to use the term bastard, you might have one or two yourself after the bastard leaves you broke with kids to raise. I hear more stories at work of margarita families (blended) borne mainly of youth and abuse. After much tequilla you do stupid things that you may not remember but surely should seek forgiveness, and abstain from repeating.

Don't:
date crazy people
date bastards
marry either of the above
expect things to get better with children

Do:
set high standards for yourself
dismiss the little things
respect yourself and your lover
watch for signs of craziness/vindictiveness (jerk behavior -- both sexes apply)

I only carry hundreds!

Some people come up to pay and, of course, they have big bills. I guess this makes them big as well? I don't think so. Go ahead, rob me! The last time I tried to spend a wad of my own money, the credit union called me to make sure it was me using the card. Carrying big bills doesn't make you a man. Why get big bills, becasue you don't have a checking account or credit card? Get one, plastic, roughly card shaped, never touching bacteria and virus laiden money, with dabs of drugs and chemicals here and there. You can even put tips on the receipt.

I know this because if you go to the ATM, it doesn't spit out hundred dollar bills -- only banks, credit unions, drug dealers, check-cashing places (including bars), and day laborors dispense large denominations. It doesn't impress me, buddy boy! Treating your woman to a $18 meal ($9 of which is hers) shouldn't impress her either.

Confessions?

Khalid Sheikh Mohammed confesses to masterminding September 11th and the 1993 bombing and with getting the Dixie Chicks back into the US. Hmm ... doubt it. I don't think the same person planned both. It's possible, but improbable that the same person planned both. I'll hold off on my cheering and pennant waving until I read a little more.

"I'm not saying it's not the shark Martin. I'm just saying that's unlikely they got the right one. It's a tiger; it's rare for these waters." +

I'm not saying he's framed or innocent, but rather find confessing to both interesting. I don't think he would be responsible for both, therefore -- liar. They need to get more information, not just ... "I say, I say, I did it. I liked it. I'll do it again."

+ Jaws

missing the company of a woman

There is a woman at work, about whom I have not blogged, that seems to be stuck in my mind. She's likely very young, but did a few things the other day that stuck in my mind ... funny, cute, I can see her eyes. Hmm. I'll get over it, it just strikes me odd that she's there in my mind.

The good news is that I am being guessed at the same age as I am also guessed, 35. Now, I'm actually being guessed younger than I am. Since the age of 21, I have been guessed as 35. Now, I can be guessed as 35 when I am older, perhaps much older.

My age ... as old as I am, now plays a hinderance to finding a woman roughly my age, for I know that I long for a lifetime companion -- wife or woman who's just my lifetime companion. I think I'll start looking for women with five or fewer children ... never expecting to find one without children.

--- her eyes ---

compliments of a nice State trooper

I was speeding in my car, which seems an unlikely event. Yes, my car can, at times, exceed the speed limit. I was approaching a town on the highway and a state trooper pulled me over for speeding. He nicely gave me a written warning rather than a ticket. I think he was courteous and kind anyway, but my greasy appearance after a day of working in the heat likely added to his kindness. I had stripped off my work shirt and had on my white t-shirt and required black pants. I looked like a greaser in an old, dented car. "Have mercy please," implored my car and situation.

This is a second time in years that a state trooper has been kind enough to stop me and give me either a verbal or written warning. So those of you who have such experiences, you might share my liking for their kindness. Thank you officer, sorry that I wasted your time!

compliments of work

Neat stuff, though I would have been fine with just the paperwork. I read the 1-Minute Manager already. I am reading the other, will have it finished today. I guess that I am, indeed, going to be going through the training and that I'm not "too old ... too old to begin the training."

She doesn't one no "one minute man" ager

another quote

talking about me, a woman said, "I just want you in my bed." Yep, she meant it that way too.

Nobody told me there'd be days like these. Strange days indeed! Most peculiar, mama!" +

+ "Nobody Told Me"

Saturday, early

Crushing "evil", snakes flee ... St. Patrick doth we remember thee.

Anyway, I don't follow patron saints anything, but I bid you a lucky, early, Happy St. Patrick's Day!

Wearing green is nice, wearing grin is right.

Eating less is a pain in the

stomach. Since I've been eating less and working more, my stomach and body have had to get used to it. Now, at times, my stomach aches for food. Yet, when I sit down, ready to eat, it folds up, pretending. So ... I geel cheated, it's neurotic in a way. Come on, you were wanting food. What's wrong?
Nothing.
Come on, what's wrong?
Nothing.

It's like conversations with a bitter spouse, she just doesn't want to talk about it, but is happy to be mad. I'm left, "WTF, mate?"

Do you want food?
Maybe.

What?
I don't know. Don't touch me.
......
And so ... plateau number one is reached.

I lost some weight. Now, I have to replace fat with muscle before I see any other weight change. That is stage 2. I hope I get through that. I am not disheartened.

Bozo of work

I have now lightly burnt myself several times, got a 110 mild shock and bumped my cranium on a 3' ceiling. Yeah, you could say that I am bearing the marks of a worker there. Now, when I successfully get a grease burn, to add to my other permanent scars of life, I would say that I had just about all the marks I could have.

I just need a red nose and longer shoes... "Heididly ho fellows"!
Bozo Flanders, me

Ring, ring, ring

She got her wings.

Beloved friend, where my sister needed cuddling and a reason to smile, Angel was there for her. Far from an "angel" she was a very good girl, favoring her mommy, and her mommy's mom. She loved mud and was fond of chewing on logs, bark, stones, nearly anything. Notorious for stealing from the table, when she could, she lived with love. Her jogging with Daddy will upset him so. Her loss spells a bitter end to a nice bit of surrealistic joy that my sister could enjoy, share.

Angel developed very aggressive cancer, matasticizing to many organs. Her initial treatment to keep her alive went okay, but the doctors saw the entent of her cancer on her organs and throat, tongue, and she was not going to live long or well.

Play hard little one ... for hopefully Diane will see you in the clouds ... in her heart, as broken as it is. Everyone will find it hard to find a photo without you in it.

Jennifer, Jessica, Jim ... may it be a blessing that you knew her, and she you.

Everybody's kung fu fighting

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Originally uploaded by hapatxn.

I have never seen such a high flying tiger (cat). Beware birds of the wind, for this cat will catch "and kill at will"+. I do not know the photographer.

+ LL Cool J, "Mama Said Knock You Out!"

Cat fight fever

Huh. Hispanic groups are fighting the law in PA that penalizes illegal immigrants. Huh. I'll chew on that a while. Hispanic groups ... I wonder why they would be battling for illegal immigrants. Huh ... probably civil responsibility and all that jazz, or is it. No, couldn't be. Could there be more illegal Hispanics in the US than other groups? No, well, maybe.

Let's see, I wonder if the court will translate the documents to Spanish for those fighting the law. I hope not. Tough luck if they can't read English as ... I thought, was part of the requirement for successful immigration that you have some limited literacy and comprehension and use of the English language. That sound's terribly insensitive, I know. I also know that there is no legitimacy in translating to people who refuse to adopt that language. "F 'em"!

Smokin' potty dance

Betwix smoking and needing to pee, a woman decides to smoke first, then pee. In the interim ... potty dance while smoking.

On a warm day, you could drive forever

I was the only one on the road with my windows all the way down. I shut off the radio, I wouldn't have heard it anyway and drove. At the few stoplights, I pulled off my overshirt -- still wearing a t-shirt and then pulled off my outerlayer of socks. Had I packed shorts, I would have been in those. It was great! I had time to get my hair cut, so now my head is breezy too.