Banter? I just met her...
Get me outta here, my folks are on the way. And so is my brother and his girlfriend. Have a great Memorial Day weekend!
Today is the 40th anniversary of MLK Jr.'s "I have a Dream" speech, and yesterday was the anniversary of Stevie Ray Vaughn's death.
Shakespeare is hard to understand,
especially with all that dirt in his mouth.
A boy got hit on his bike by the bus in front of me this am.
He was bloody, but ok.
2 FALSE, 1 TRUE
1. I won the Southeast regional 10 and under Spelling Bee in the early 80's.
2. I am a certified pilot.
3. Face to face, I stumped Bob Costas with a sports trivia question.
3 personages have chosen...wisely. The Evil Queen, The Deputy, and Doghaus each win a fresh bowl of soup and a year's membership to the jello of the month club, the gift that keeps givin' year round. Actually I can only afford to give you three the adulation you deserve. Bravo.
So here's the story.
It was the Olympics. 1996. Atlanta, GA. My hometown. I was in a local watering hole, sufficiently watered, when my brother says, "Hey there's Bob Costas!" I was all, "Damn, he is short." Costas sat down to eat and I noticed people gawking at him and asking him questions as he prepared to order a late dinner. In my drunkeness I thought I would be sly and let all the other yahoo's ask their questions and then when they are all off him I'll go in for the kill. The crowd dispersed and I wobbled to his table. "Hey Costas!" I yelled with a slight slur. He raised his eyes above his menu and glared right at me. Now was my chance, don't choke. "Who caught Gene Garber when he struck out Pete Rose to end his hitting streak?" I blurted. He stared at me. I knew I had pissed him off. I was scared of the short man sitting. He looked me dead in the eye and said, " I DON"T KNOW!" So yeah. I stumped Costas.
2 FALSE, 1 TRUE
1. I won the Southeast regional 10 and under Spelling Bee in the early 80's.
2. I am a certified pilot.
3. Face to face, I stumped Bob Costas with a sports trivia question.
Life is sometimes drudgery
(*update*...and sometimes it's not.)
I just went to Safeway to get some beef jerky. There are so many different kinds, cajun, pepper, terriyaki, and I hear a voice say, "That outfit is great, it looks really good on you." I turned around and checked to see if the voice was meant for me. The elderley woman stood there looking at my black shoes, black pants, and black jacket with her weight on her cane. Her style was so Georgia O'keefe, necklaces, brown vest, long brown skirt, showing off her ponytailed, silvered locks. "I just love black." She said, "Thank you very much" I said as I walked off; a little freaked out and a little cocky.
Sometimes life throws you something to completely throw you off guard and make things exciting again.
My new e-mail address is beakdip1@yahoo.com
Make a note of it, or don't.
Hotmail is not hot.
If you can't believe everything you read and a picture is worth a thousand words, isn't a picture more truthful? And if that is so, then can we accept written ideas expressed before there were pictures as truth? Or is it one persons interpretation of truth that, over time, becomes accepted as truth? If this is the case, then we are blindly accepting one person's opinion as truth. This scares me.
I am a SHOEHORSE!
Good Luck baby!
EAT MORE FOOD!!
I am at a lost...a Land of the Lost.
what up sleestaks?
For god's sake sir,pull up your pants!
A billion dollars is a lot of money. When people talk about deficeits, or war things, or NASA stuff, or STAR WARS, or Three Gorges Dam, or Mars Explorer stuff, they talk in billions of dollars. I can't grasp that. Literally or figuratively. A billion. It's almost animatedly comical. That is unless you spend it wisely.
I saw 'Terminator,' the actual movie, on three different channels this weekend. It's funny how the media is married to politics.
I was watching this movie last night. It was an incredible mystery, suspense, docudrama about a man and his dealings with castration and how it happened. He woke up after apparently being drugged to find that his penis had been removed from his person. It was fascinating, sad, and enraging. It was called, "Absence of Phallus."
I can't pronounce 'bacaruda.'
Well dip me in mustard and call me a hotdog! The Osmands are getting their star on the walk of fame today.
I'm feeling empty. Just not full. Life is very good for me now, I'm madly in love, my friends would do anything for me and me for them, I get to see my brother and folks soon, but there is something missing. I've been creative, I've been busy, work is keeping me occupied, so what is it? I don't know. I guess when you feel like something is missing you gotta find it. I'm just not sure what I'm looking for. A trip to Sizzler may be just what I need. That or I should go buy "Perfection."
I don't understand why people wear pants so big that they have to walk down the street holding them up. I understand baggy, but not 'My pants are falling off, aren't they cool?' 'They'd be cooler if they fit yo.'
Wave of sound
crunch made from us
the sound of emotions
translated by our minds
interpreted by hands and fingers
and imagination
We exist in that space
Our own space together
we ride the wave
we create
The wave is us
a plane we exist from 3 to 6
Sesame Street is so much better than Barney.
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