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Archive for January, 2010

I’ve got a friend that turned ‘something’. Being a girl; at least I think she’s a girl; she’s apt to using stuff like lipstick, hair color, and collagen face cream.

Me, I’ve got naturally curly toe nails. Wonderful bald spot that gleans, especially when I sweat…or don’t bath for days.

The older a woman gets, the more she ‘needs’ these things for enhancing the ‘necessities’.

And if she may develop cucumberlings due to non-bra-age, well…that’s why there’s always robbin’ the cradle for men of wisdom.

Believe it…or not.

So there I was, on the phone speaking with the nice lady from Communities in Schools listening to her tale of my son accused of being caught in a younger girl’s closet by her mother.

Get a life woman, the kid needs to worry about best acne treatments more than the urine cup her mom demanded of her!

Currently I’m working on a project for developing an online community. Originally a local initiative, more interest coming for it going state wide. It’s been a good example of ‘functional levels’ of people being different.

Not all professionals have my same expectancies of availability of information.

Sucks being them.

Or rather, it didn’t. He’d gotten a truck rather than use one of those cross country moving companies, he’s a ‘do it yourself’ kind of guy.

The problem was the equipment was too old to go into the Chunnel, certain regulations over there affect traffic of rentals access as opposed to owned vehicles.

Here in the States I’ve never heard of such a matter. I know there’s certain limits such as fuel cylinders not permitted, but I had to laugh when he wasn’t informed by the rental agency.

I wonder if he had paid insurance as well.

A few weeks ago I was perusing such things as Tijuana Donkey Shows and other interesting facts you come across on Wikipedia, los cabos vacations packages not mentioned but glad I found it later.

I always thought these were actual ‘hmm hmming’ on stage, similiar to tales other veterans have told of naughty shows in the Orient such as a woman picking up things with no hands.

The more I researched, the more I realized it’d be safer to simply fly into a Metropolitan area, pay for a decent hotel, and give up the money rather than rely on going on ‘the cheap’.

I have talked to people that’ve lived for months off of coastlines and subsisting on fresh produce. Then again there weren’t as many pirates running around on the open seas that might come to land for fresh grown vittles for their stores.

Just sayin’. Be safe, no matter where be matey!