Because every single person who agreed and who could've stopped it should have to wear sign on his or her head that reads, "STUPID," for the rest of the year.
-b
Wednesday, April 29, 2009
Choices
So, really, who thought it would be a good idea, an acceptable idea, even, to fly a Boeing low on the skyline in NYC for an Air Force One photo-op?
Because every single person who agreed and who could've stopped it should have to wear sign on his or her head that reads, "STUPID," for the rest of the year.
-b
Because every single person who agreed and who could've stopped it should have to wear sign on his or her head that reads, "STUPID," for the rest of the year.
-b
Saturday, April 25, 2009
Delivery
Brian Copeland told me the other night that I could have his convertible Smart Car. I can't help noticing that it STILL hasn't been delivered.
Just saying...
-b
Just saying...
-b
Saturday, April 18, 2009
What's Left
I am pretty sure that I don't actually have a blade of grass in my front yard. It's all dandelions, crab grass and other unidentifiable weedage. And, now that I've sprayed chemicals on the lawn to get rid of all the weeds, I'm guessing my front yard will now be dirt.
Nice.
Nice.
Friday, April 17, 2009
strange and unbelievable
The email I received today reads:
I wish to notify you that late Engr. Jurgen Krugger made youa beneficiary to his WILL. He left the sum of Thirty Million, One Hundred Thousand Dollars (USD$30,100.000.00) to you in theCodicil and last testament to his WILL. This may sound strange and unbelievable to you, but it is real and true. Being a widely traveled man, he must have been in contact with you in the past or simply you were nominated to him by one of his numerous friends abroad who wished you good.
Someone "wished" me "good."
I'm very, very lucky.
-b
I wish to notify you that late Engr. Jurgen Krugger made youa beneficiary to his WILL. He left the sum of Thirty Million, One Hundred Thousand Dollars (USD$30,100.000.00) to you in theCodicil and last testament to his WILL. This may sound strange and unbelievable to you, but it is real and true. Being a widely traveled man, he must have been in contact with you in the past or simply you were nominated to him by one of his numerous friends abroad who wished you good.
Someone "wished" me "good."
I'm very, very lucky.
-b
Monday, April 13, 2009
Stinky Tramps
You know what stinks?
It's when you starve yourself for 6 weeks, eat stuff that has no real taste, count every calorie, exercise and, because your metabolism is clearly at a near standstill, you REJOICE with trumpets and the clanging of cymbals when you lose even .2 pounds in a week. "Any progress is progress, " you tell yourself, and you kind of do believe it. And then you eat at Bob Evans with your parents and AFTER the meal you find out that stupid little SALAD clocks in at 1250 calories (more than you're allowed in a day--what was IN that stupid thing? Grilled chicken, lettuce, dried cranberries? LARD?) But, that's okay, you've saved your 'extra calories' for the week and you'll just use them on the stupid salad...instead of the fabulous meal you were planning to use it on...but whatever. And you're losing, but it is slower than a snails pace...but you're losing.
Wait, no, that's not the 'stinks' part.
What stinks is that you're going through all of that and, unbeknownst to you, the woman that you see on a fairly regular basis who probably weighed about 230 in January snuck off without telling and had the belly band surgery, and so in almost the same amount of time that you've manage to drop 8.4 pounds (give or take three weeks) she's dropped "a little over FIFTY!!!" and says she's lost the weight by "just eating less."
She's such a tramp. ;-p
-b
It's when you starve yourself for 6 weeks, eat stuff that has no real taste, count every calorie, exercise and, because your metabolism is clearly at a near standstill, you REJOICE with trumpets and the clanging of cymbals when you lose even .2 pounds in a week. "Any progress is progress, " you tell yourself, and you kind of do believe it. And then you eat at Bob Evans with your parents and AFTER the meal you find out that stupid little SALAD clocks in at 1250 calories (more than you're allowed in a day--what was IN that stupid thing? Grilled chicken, lettuce, dried cranberries? LARD?) But, that's okay, you've saved your 'extra calories' for the week and you'll just use them on the stupid salad...instead of the fabulous meal you were planning to use it on...but whatever. And you're losing, but it is slower than a snails pace...but you're losing.
Wait, no, that's not the 'stinks' part.
What stinks is that you're going through all of that and, unbeknownst to you, the woman that you see on a fairly regular basis who probably weighed about 230 in January snuck off without telling and had the belly band surgery, and so in almost the same amount of time that you've manage to drop 8.4 pounds (give or take three weeks) she's dropped "a little over FIFTY!!!" and says she's lost the weight by "just eating less."
She's such a tramp. ;-p
-b
Wednesday, April 8, 2009
Camping, the Aftermath
A group of us went camping over the weekend. Tent camping, as Jim calls it. We had great weather, a beautiful lake to look at and wonderful food (thank you, Jim.) The dogs had so much fun that they're just starting to wake up, and it's Wednesday.
I have been in a panic trying to get all the ticks off the dogs. I don't want them to get sick. I'm not even going to tell you how many have been removed. Still, the question begs:
HOW do find ticks on pug????? In that stupidly thick hair????
-b
I have been in a panic trying to get all the ticks off the dogs. I don't want them to get sick. I'm not even going to tell you how many have been removed. Still, the question begs:
HOW do find ticks on pug????? In that stupidly thick hair????
-b
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