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Well it's been a while since I've blogged about anything of substance and unfortunately this isn't going to be one...there's stuff I could talk about but today isn't the day for it. Sorry....

So why the post - well it's FREAKING hot here and since a picture is a worth more than the 40 word limit I joke about here you go:

a proud moment in the life of a dumb kid.

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might get a smile or two...

These were entries to a Washington Post competition asking for a two-line rhyme with the most romantic first line but the least romantic second line:

My darling, my lover, my beautiful wife:
Marrying you screwed up my life.

I see your face when I am dreaming.
That’s why I always wake up screaming.  

Kind, intelligent, loving and hot;
This describes everything you are not.

Love may be beautiful, love may be bliss,
But I only slept with you ‘cause I was pissed

I thought that I could love no other —
that is until I met your brother.

Roses are red, violets are blue,
Sugar is sweet, and so are you.
But the roses are wilting,
The violets are dead, the sugar bowl’s empty
And so is your head.

I want to feel your sweet embrace;
But don’t take that paper bag off your face.

I love your smile, your face, and your eyes —
Damn, I’m good at telling lies!  

My love, you take my breath away.
What have you stepped in to smell this way?

My feelings for you no words can tell,
Except for maybe “Go to hell.”  

What inspired this amorous rhyme?
Two parts vodka, one part lime.

at a loss for words...

I'm sure Ms. 40wordquoata would be surprised to hear that but I really don't know what to say about some of the people out on the Left Coast. I know a good percentage of the folks that occasionally read this blog lean to the left in a lot of ways and that's fine, they're my friends and I forgive them for that! :P Anyways I've been visiting this page for the last few months and figured it was time to share it with everyone else - be warned that some of the pictures are NOT SAFE for WORK. I'll say it again because while I would like everyone to check this site out I want them to do so where they won't get into trouble for the occasional boobie so here's the link:
NOT SAFE FOR WORK

Berkeley and San Francisco have always been a safe hippie haven but for the life of me I just can't understand how a lot of the people displayed on this site view reality. Since America is so evil I don't suppose there's any way we could entice them to go save some other part of the world? Maybe....pick a country in Africa or the Middle East...how about China? Oh yeah....silly little thing called freedom of speech. To bad they'll never understand that freedom is never free and can only be paid for by the blood of those that believe in it.

yes it's about Paris...

Stupid me...

Today was just like many other days where I was doing my part for the environment and rode my bike into work. Okay I mainly do it for the parking spot but hey it's cheaper on gas so while it might not be the main purpose behind the riding of the bike it still counts!

anyways less I become like Mary and ramble about 14 different subjects I'll get back to the point of this post.

Now normally I put the house keys into my jacket which works out great....except today I had to be different and I put them into the backpack containing a laptop I used on my trip last weekend. No big deal if I had only remembered to take those keys out of that backpack when I left work for the day. It's always fun when you get home just before a rather nice thunderstorm rolls in and really don't feel like getting soaked just so you can go back to work for some stupid keys. Thankfully 'adaptable' is part of my nature so I had an alternate way into my home. Good thing....it was a pretty cool thunder storm! :)

maybe not a real post but it's something!

Beth, I liked yours better...

What Shawn Means

S is for Sincere H is for Handy A is for Adaptable W is for Worldly N is for Natural

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