Tuesday, December 25, 2007

Merry Christmas

I wish you all the best.

The gift of love

A gift that needs no day,
no other reason to be.
Words from my heart,
always start,
with your thought.
You are by far,
all I could ever want.
You have given to me,
more than any wish or dream.
Some want money,
others seek fame.
My future grows more,
with each passing day.
A life without limits,
as our children grow.
It seems our first,
came not so long ago.
The gift of love,
is what I have for you.
What more could I want to do?

I love you Julie.

Later.

Sunday, December 23, 2007

Parking lot observations...

...from a man to frightened to enter the madness that was Wal-Mart.

It is true I stayed in the van with the little ones. We parked where most people would elect to drive around for 5 minutes to find a spot 5 spaces closer to the door. Here are some of the things that I noticed.

First off the traffic lanes mean nothing to most people. If they can cut through the parking spaces to save 10 seconds, then they will. I witnessed countless people doing this. It brings back bad memories. You see not to long ago, in a land not so far away, I was driving through the mall parking lot, following the traffic lanes. I had a couple friends with me that I hadn't seen in years (or much after) cruising in my newly repainted 1979 Oldsmobile (I loved that car). In fact, I had only had it out of the shop for a total of 4 hours. Anyways, we were driving and my friend says to me "Hey, is that guy gonna stop?" Then as I glance over, I see a mini van introducing itself to my car. The driver was an older fellow. I was pretty pissed. In the end, I had to fight with the insurance company not to scrap the car and ended up with a new paint job after only 4 hours. So I say to you, take the extra 2 minutes and follow all the traffic lanes you lazy fuckers.

You want me to do what with my shopping cart? Yes, can you believe that people are so "pressed" for time that they can't wheel their little carts to those parking stalls? I only saw one person do this. They looked perfectly healthy, maybe early 40's driving a nice looking SUV. They unloaded in good fashion, it was a team effort. The woman would get the items out of the cart and hand them to the man who then put them in the back of said SUV. After the final package was placed they hopped in and drove away. But wait, what's that in the middle of 2 parking spaces? A shopping cart?!?!? Well I guess I can't park in EITHER one of those spaces now if I wanted to. Merry Christmas, asshole.

The last thing I noticed was a route in the traffic lanes that saves time, but isn't so obvious just at first glance. All I can say is if you want to wait in a line of traffic that moves slow then continue to do the norm. If you want to get out with no lane, take a look around at ALL the traffic options available to you. I noticed, and will travel that way when ever it is madness.

Later.

I love you Julie.

Wednesday, December 05, 2007

How did you look...

...at your 30th birthday party?


(I don't remember this)

(yes, that's a sippycup)

Saturday, December 01, 2007

A story!

My friend recently got abused from a local Italian place. Some would say sexually, I would say financially...

My "sissypants" was out and about and brought home food from the same Italian place (I did not have a chance to tell her about the unjust acts that had gone done). She goes through the food and notices they shorted us a cheese steak sub. However, they did give us a order of cheese fries we did not order. She promptly calls them, tells them of their error (something my friend did not do), and gets a free sub. As we are eating I go to open the bread that came with my salad, and bam, the bread is in fact the "missing" cheese steak. Once I point this out to Julie she says, "It was so flat, I thought it was the bread." In fact the bread, was there as well.

In the end we ended up with a free cheese steak and a free order of cheese fries. That's right, tast'em!
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