Where is Gloria Steinim when you need her

OK, So this seems very sexist ok extremely sexist but I found this at the golf course near Beau Rivage Estates Country Club in Beau Rivage Miss

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This picture was submitted by the nice lady from D.C. miss Sara Mattingly. Thanks Sara even we thought it was too funny to pass up

Some how we take great pride in our country even if we get confused with the buildings. Sure there both white and politician work there. But damn its not even the friggen White House.

The Practicality of this sign is endless

Some how I see this sign is practical. I don't know why though but I just find it really practical.

Why You Should Never Go To The Woods Alone

You know the woods were scary because of the Big Bad Wolf but now, that you are warned there is a rapist in the woods well you should just get out the woods in the first place.

Born to be Wild

When these guys are on the street in the Richmond Strip, you better run better yet you better laugh

So many freaking emotions are piled high

Wow! I got the conclusion done with my book. I have been working so hard on keeping my book so well preserved and well kept in writing that I have totally lost track of how long I have been working on. So its done. I feel happy I feel a bit disappointed I just don't know how to feel. I mean what a relief to get the final chapter of my book out of my chest. I am so releaved its like a weight off my shoulder.

I am in a pretty good mood right now keeping myself in high spirits and not going to do anything to jinx it. I know I am going to possibly be feeling the terriblness later but for now I am excited. Its such a rush for finishing a hard working task as my book. I finshed my first book before I turned 25 woohoo. I am so excited. I am thinking I am going to do some more changes later on but for now I am leaving as is.

My muscles still feel funny, but now I feel rejoyful. What I think is funny is when I was a senior, the same week we had to write our graduation speech, we had to write a list of things of things we wanted to do before we turned 25. One of the things on my list was finish a novel and well I did that.
Top 15 things I want to do before turning 25 that I would like to do. some I have accomplished.
15) Join a Student Activist group
14) Visit Death Row to talk with immates
13) Be on the radio
12) Be in a student organized protest.
11) Write a novel
10) have a steady girlfriend
9) Read War & Peace
8) Get some of my work published
7) Have a beer at a hole in the wall bar
6) Sing Karoake
5) See the Red Sox win the World Series.
4) Go to Europe again
3) Backpack through Canada
2) Write a play
1) Win an Award

These are just a few things I wanted to do and what I have done before turning 25.

So far the novel is a greatest accomplish I have been pretty happy.
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So whats next for my agenda of doing things before I turn 25. I think I am going to scale a mountain or go on a farm. Either way it will be just another cake walk. I am pretty happy for today. I have a few things that I have done since I accomplished my book and now I am set to begin something new. I think starting next week I will work on a new book. Yea get my brain energize.

You know today was one of those days where I felt like I could do the Happy Dance and no one would stop me. Hehe I like the happy dance it always puts me in a better mood. By god am I so bored. Hehe. I called to see if Bjorn wanted to go out but once again I got his stupid voice mail. I hate those things. I mean they are such a pain in the ass and I hate the way my voice sounds on them. But I am going to see if Amy wants to celebrate with me. I am just so excited I finished my book. I am tired but happy. Happy Dance time. Hehe

I am right now listening to a midi version of Fat Boy Slim's Praise You. Its pretty good. Its helping me with my happy dance.

My feet are asleep and I am going to start my happy dance.

Damn General Electric Contract

Sure, General Electric paid more money but they chose Obi Wan instead.

America's Least Wanted

Tonight on a Special episode of Cops Steve Urkels gets arrested for murdering Carl Winslow.

I knew Elmo went to far with that Tickle Me Elmo

Why I have loved the Muppets and Seasme Street for so long but never thought of Grover and Elmo as being gay.

As Featured on Guns and Ammo.com

I saw this in a gun magazine and I knew I wanted to be the first on my block with one. First the post office then well you get the picture. No more postage due.

College Libraries are always cool even there study areas are different.

Seriously folks, when your designing a library study cubicle think before setting the design. I mean come on ZEIG HEIL . i took this at the college library at Unnamed University in Houston that is near the medical center and was founded by a guy named William Marsh something. I thought it was too funny that I had to post it.

I saw the sign in Covington and was like what the Hell

True the sign never lies, but damn aren't we a tad cruel.just a little aren't we

True I can't drive but appartently neither do the drivers for Clements Truck Rentals

What a total dumbass

I had a revelation last night while sleeping

I want to start a band. Yea a blues band. I had a great time singing old school blues at a country western. It will be a band that feature great blues and soul music. The blues are great part of Americana. I liked soulful Blues. I want to create the Blues Brothers experience but at here in Houston. Only if I had a few people can play or at least jam the blues that I want to play. I am thinking if I have a band we will dress like the Blues Brothers on Vacation. Straw fedoras and sunglasses with hawaiian shirts and either sandals or boat shoes. I am thinking we would be better than the Blues Brothers but not be an imitation. Yea! I am thinking of what we would call it the Beachwood Classic Showband. BCS for short. That would be cool, classic blues and some great soul music like Aretha Franklin, Cab Calloway and Sam & Dean. Yea that sounds like a great dream.


Well, today I am planning on finishing my book today. I have been putting it off for the last time. I did listen to some new cds today, I didn't purchase them, I borrowed them and well. I listened to the new Billy Corgan cd.Well I like Smashing Pumpkins and I like Billy but somehow this was a near miss in my list of what I would by myself. He still bitches and whines like he typically did when he was front man for Pumpkins. Its has a great few songs but the rest of the album is a total waste. I figured, I was waiting Melissa Auf De Maur to show up in the album. Oh well the cd was a good listen to but I would pay at least 7 bucks for it rather than what the store was selling it for 16.00 but thats just me.

I have a few things that I have done today to finish, like my book and answer a few complex equations but I can wait till I am finished with them. I am tired and my muscles ache I just feel real sluggish. I hate feeling so achy in the morning especially when I have been so tired the last few nights.

Well alright, nothing exciting has happend I am going to start writing the last page. I'll write more later.

Tell Me Mister Know It All

Among the rather large number of things I don’t understand, one looms larger than the others today. Allow me to address it first with a simple question:
Are there quantifiable traits that go into making an excellent bar owner?
Seriously. Are there? And if there are, what might they be? In all likelihood the traits are numerous, and probably differ greatly depending upon who is answering the question. There is one, though, that, in my somewhat expert opinion, should never be exhibited by any bar owner.
He or she must not be a know-it-all.
Entering into a new business arrangement believing that you are smarter than everyone else spells doom. Know-it-alls don’t listen, they don’t watch, they don’t study, or ponder, or mull. Why? Because they already know it all.
It’s a prime example of bad thinking. It’s the sort of thinking that lead Roseanne Barr to believe she could render a splendid version of the National Anthem. It’s the sort of thinking that infected George Lucas just before he decided that Jar-Jar Binks would lend Episode I that special touch of whimsy. It is, in fact, the sort of thinking that lead to, among other things, New Coke, the Chrysler K-Car, Pickett’s charge at Gettysburg, social Darwinism, and Mr. and Mrs. Hilton’s decision to leave the rubbers in the drawer the night they conceived Paris.
Bar owning is serious business. Many owners fail to grasp this most rigid of facts, and it’s especially problematic when talking about buying an already-thriving establishment.
Which brings me, at long last, to my main point.
I have watched the purchase and subsequent downfall of several terrific bars over the last few years. These places were fully-fledged members of their neighborhoods, each with a scads of regulars, and robust weekend and “theme” night crowds. They were, in short, thriving concerns. Then, for a variety of reasons, their owners decided to sell, and each buyer seemed dumber than the next—guys who couldn’t pour water out of a boot with instructions printed on the heel.
One in particular stands out, though I’ll avoid using either its old or new name. The place was pretty much all you could want in a neighborhood tavern. The cocktail waitresses remembered your name and your usual drink, and the bartenders were total pros—long-time service people who knew when to float a free round to regulars, knew their names, and the names of their kids. For food, it offered an array of standard bar fare—nachos and the like—in addition to a compliment of yummy Greek dishes. The coolest thing, however, was that the cook was an actual chef, trained at the Culinary Institute of America, and so each day there was a special menu of stuff you almost never see in a local pub—cold blueberry bisque, spicy New Orleans gumbo, escargot in garlic butter, etc. The atmosphere of the place changed according to the time of day. Around lunchtime it attracted business people, then a late-afternoon gaggle of elderly stool-flies. A family contingent moved in for dinner, only to be replaced in the later part of the evening by a college crowd, for whom it was walking distance from campus housing. Every Wednesday was Ladies Night. Atypically, more women showed than men. Tuesdays and Saturdays, they had karaoke, and you felt embarrassed for fewer people than is usually the case. They showed sports on TV, but you couldn’t really call it a sports bar. Two pool tables lurked in the back room, host to a league night on Thursdays. You could smoke anywhere you wanted, strike up a conversation with all sorts of different people, get full, get loaded, and have a righteous ol’ time generally.
Then the owners, tired some said of their hectic lives, found a buyer and got out of the business. It happened over night.
A waitress said to me, “See that guy over there in the Aloha shirt? He’s the new owner.” As a regular, I was curious, and so went over and introduced myself. In return I got a limp handshake, and a snotty attitude. The guy didn’t give a shit, he was meeting one of his regular customers. Many of the other habitués complained of the same treatment.
And it got worse in a hurry.
First, he changed the menu. Said it cost too much to keep it supplied. Then he changed the beer selection, which had previously featured beverages from all over the world, to a bland assortment of watery American drool—he had made promotional deals with the distributors, you see. Right on the heels of that, he decreed that no waitress or bartender was to hand out free drinks. If they wanted to buy a customer a shot from their tips, that was fine, but freebies were right out. As a follow-up, he ruled that boyfriends and girlfriends of the staff were persona non grata when the staff was on duty. Over the next few weeks he cancelled the karaoke nights because he didn’t like them, he fired the chef for refusing to reuse yesterday’s fry oil, and he canned all but one of the waitresses and bartenders—all the good ones, of course. The one he kept was rude and lazy, but adhered to the new rules with malevolent gusto. He redecorated, removing the pictures of happy customers and other homey touches, replacing them with sports team and distillery neon. It had been his life-long wish, it was said, to own a real sports bar. He topped off the remodel with the installation of several plasma screen TVs, which he paid for by raising drink prices by a dollar each.
The long-time customers, some of whom had been drinking there for twenty years, were peeved and bolted in droves. The family diners found other destinations because the food now sucked. The college kids stopped coming because the place had lost its eclectic charm. Soon, all the owner had left were the stool-flies, guys who can nurse a single glass of beer for three hours, and always tip a quarter, never less never more.
He lost money by the bucketful.
I stopped by a few weeks ago, just because I was in the area and wanted a quick shot and a beer before work. I was the only customer in the place. The bartender, a surly kid with too many facial piercings, told me it’s always like this. I smiled, drank my booze, and left.
The new owner is a fool. Beyond that, he’s a know-it-all. He looked at a thriving business, thought he could make it better, and instead murdered it.
What a stooge.
Many of us drunkards want to be bar owners. When you decide to make the move, do it wisely.

Mister Walker Percy 

I thought of a conclusion.

You know this reality is kind of true. I would be weird. I am still trying to solve the last chapter of my book. Like every work I have written I am scared to write a conclusion. A conclusion is always an end. An end is a means that I have to start a new beginning. Well what brought me to the subject of an end was my thoughts of the Great American writer, Walker Percy. When I went to the Wedding of Chip & Kerry I talked with Mrs.Percy and told her I am a writer and still working on the conclusion. She brought me a subject that her husband had a hard time finishing the ending of the Moviegoer. I know that doesn't sound right but I am just worried that I am able to finished and I won't be able to conclude it the right way or the way I wanted to start it off.

I guess writing will help me solve the solution.

Caption Naming Contest. I know its not Sunday but I have been busy. I haven't thought of this until now. But I did wonder I am a democrat, but I always thought Babies tasted more like beef jerky  

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Damn You Tony Orlando and the your freaking Yellow Ribbon

This blog is comes from Miss Canada.

Tie a yellow ribbon 'round your SUV
It started with yellow ribbons. Yellow ribbons from the old folk song, dating all the way back to 1981, showing support for the US troops abroad. Yeah, we all thought it was an older tradition than that (see essays here and here) -- some suggest dating back to the civil war. It turns out that the practice of tying a yellow ribbon 'round the old oak tree really only exploded with the Scud missiles during the first Gulf Storm.If only it stopped with yellow ribbons. At one time it was a nice gesture -- a show of solidarity, support, faithfulness. Now Americans are ribbon-crazy. Next it was the AIDS awareness red ribbon. The pink breast cancer awareness ribbon. You want a list? There are millions! Black; Black and Blue; Black and Pink; Blue (Dark); Blue (Light); Blue and Yellow; Brown; Burgundy... Wait a minute, I'm not even out of the B's yet? Luckily there are kind souls willing to help us match our colour to a cause, and even sell us the ribbons to go with it -- See here.Now, I don't want to seem unpatriotic or uncharitable. I support all sorts of good things -- just not by wearing ribbons. Or by wearing pins that look like ribbons. Or even by (my favourite) slapping a magnetic ribbon onto my vehicle.Let's think about it: We put ribbons on our cars to tell the world that we support our troops. Our troops are in Iraq. They are fighting for oil. To fuel our gas-guzzling, irresponsible SUVs. Whereupon we paste ribbons to tell the world that we support our...