You don't really want to be early to work on Monday, do you ?!

Its 37 degrees outside and it's supposed to snow today and tommorrow.
I am hoping we get some nice flurries.
I'm half alive, running at 60%.
Been sneezing and wheezing, but I'm plowing through this cold with a smile on my face. It's still beautiful here.
Becky's knee got better.
But we're both a mess.

But I love you all *sniff* *sniff* !!!
This Halloween is going to special.

We went back up to the trash compactor today. What a beautiful day !!!
While we were up there, I decided to put some windshield washer fluid (with deicer) into the truck. A girl pulled up behind us, and I asked her if she'd like some...she said YEA!!! Then she asked me if I'd like some Rainex...I said YEA!!!
That was cool.
We needed some quarters for the washing machine, so we went to Big Eagle.
Becky hopped out of the truck, and couldn't walk. She's got tendonitis in her right knee.
That was not cool.
I got her to drive one of those motorized carts. She did. It was fun watching her navigate the cart.
That was cool.
We're getting old. We're starting to give back all of the gifts we recieved from our youth.
And that's not cool.
But on second thought, I'm with a beautiful woman. We're going to age well together.
And that....is very cool!!! 

Believe it or not...this is where we take our trash. We talked to several people at the compactor. I think it is amazing how several people can live in the same area, see the same things, and have totally different opinions. For instance, we love it here, we like the manager, the grounds, our neighbors...everything. Another guy at the compactor agreed with us 100%. He took our picture. Then a lady came up, and complained about EVERYTHING we said we liked. I took a look at her trash bag, it was small. Then I looked at her car, it was full of trash. I thought her life might improve a lot if she just bought larger trash bags.

The leaves are falling, and the temperature has already hit 29 degrees.
I'm thinking this is going to be a very cold winter with lots of slushy snow.
Words of Wisdom from the Locals
- Get windshield washer fluid with an antifreeze ingredient in it. It makes the snow turn yellow...lol
- Keep a heavy jacket in your vehicle

I still can't believe how friendly Pittsburgh people are.
They offer kind words, good advice, pure honesty, and have a positive outlook on life.
They're family values are the highest I've ever seen, and their love for sports in undying.
Through my travels, I've noticed unfriendly pockets of places in friendly towns.
I haven't found any pockets like that in Pittsburgh, and we've been all over.
Even the bums (which they're aren't many of) tell you their story.
I think I'd hate being alone here, but Becky and I meld in whereever we go.
This is an incredible place.

I just gotta say this. I've seen pictures of atoms...and they're funny.
If gravity affects them at all, they're shaped like kidney beans...lol
Theory is great, but it may lack important items like GRAVITY.
Don't trust every thing you read. Don't trust pictures.
Everything you need to know is in your mind.

Two things have happened in this century which are phenominal:
- The cost of houses have doubled or tripled.
- The cost of transportation / fuel has doubled.
The powers that be, could try to bring home prices down to what people can afford...
- yea, that might work..
Relief loans could be provided for loans in trouble...
- yea, that might work..
But it seems to me that what really needs to happen in this country is
Incomes must rise, to meet the rise in cost of  everything else.
It's been a long time since my salary doubled. I'm making less than I was in 1996. How about you ?
I think inflation must occur for all areas that haven't caught up to the housing and transportation inflations.
I think we need to grow our own food and produce our own products.
We need to produce own our oil...don't you think ?
We need to produce SOMETHING besides slavery for the other impoverished countries of the world.
I also want to add this,
How could buying oil from Iran and Iraq ever have helped the free world?
We built the monster.

22 July 2008 , By MICHAEL THEODOULOU IN CYPRUS
An Iranian mother of four faces death by stoning "at any moment", human rights campaigners have warned. Kobra Najar has spent more than ten years behind bars after being convicted of adultery and encouraging another man to murder her violent and heroin-addicted husband, who forced her into prostitution. If her sentence is carried out, Najar will be ritually washed, wrapped in a white shroud and carried on a stretcher with her hands tied behind her back to an open space in the prison at dawn. There she will be buried up to the armpits and stoned to death in the presence of prison officials.

Numbers 22:21-29 (New King James Version)
Balaam got up in the morning, saddled his ass and went with the princes of Moab.
But God was very angry when he went, and the angel of the LORD stood in the road to oppose him.
Balaam was riding on his ass, and his two servants were with him.
When his ass saw the angel of the LORD standing in the road with a drawn sword in his hand,
his ass turned off the road into a field.
Balaam beat his ass to get his ass back on the road.
Then the angel of the LORD stood in a narrow path between two vineyards, with walls on both sides.
When his ass saw the angel of the LORD, his ass pressed close to the wall, crushing Balaam's foot against it.
So he beat his ass again.
Then the angel of the LORD moved on ahead and stood in a narrow place where there was no room to turn, either to the right or to the left.
When his ass saw the angel of the LORD, his ass lay down under Balaam, and he was angry
and beat his ass with his staff.
Then the LORD opened his ass's mouth,
and his ass said to Balaam, "What have I done to you to make you beat me these three times?"
Balaam answered his ass, "You have made a fool of me! If I had a sword in my hand, I would kill you right now."

When the US sneezes, the whole world catches colds.
Live today as if its your last. Plan tommorrow as if  you're going to live forever.
No matter how much reason you offer a person with faith, they don't get it.
Make the most amount of money in the least amount of time.
When your occupation, vocation, and vacation are the same, you're set for life
I take that back. If your happy in your head, you're set for life.
The eleventh commandment 'Thou Shall Not Get Caught'
Do unto others (before they do unto you).
Eat, Drink and be Merry (for tommorrow everything might suck).
The best formula for wealth is to be born wealthy, which wasn't my option.
Success is dictated by being born wealthy, being attractive, having a good voice or being just plain lucky. Intelligence doesn't seem to have much to do with it.
Being a doctor or lawyer is a great idea, if you can afford working 8 years through college.
I'd sue everyone who has ripped me off, if lawyer's didn't rip me off.
I wonder what the chairman of Lehman Brothers did to make a half a billion dollars a year. The company went under.
Path of least resistance is the reason for how the rock rolled down the hill into the road. The dent in my truck was its purpose.

Ever since I've owned a website, I've had to deal with hackers.
I LIKE THEM. They make me extra money.
Here's how the hackers help me.
I block certain IP address, so the ones that hit my sites have to have IP changers. It looks like multiple IP addresses are viewing my web pages. I get paid for each unique IP address that views a page on my site, with an ad on it..
Here's how they hurt me.
They don't really. At least not much. LVDarling's database was up to 1.2 gig. I rolled it back.
This database in only 10 meg, so, I usually restore a backup when I get too many Users.

She woke up, and said "It's Becky's birthday today"
I said, babe, "You're Becky"
She said, "I thought Becky was at the White Capitol"
I said, "No, that's the White House, and she...I mean WE, went last week, or did we go last week?".
She said, "No, I think we went last month.". "So, I wonder what Jim got me for my birthday."
I said, "Jim?".
I'm trying to figure out who and where I am these days
Am I Joe Six-Pack, Joe Lunchbucket, or the White Collar Elite ?
Do I live on Main Street, or am I the McMansion type?
Joe Six-Pack is generally understood to be one heckuva nice guy. He drinks, but he never drinks and drives. When he does drive, he would be the last person to tailgate or cut anybody off in traffic. He just Wants What is Best for America.
He has lunch with a lot of so-called "blue-collar" types - plumbers, electricians, truck drivers, the guy who owns the local car-repair shop. Some make more money than Mr White-Collar Elite. Joe Six-Pack is the one the politicians seem to like best. He's usually married to Soccer-Mom.
Soccer-Mom doesn't logically exist, or I don't know any of them. Soccer Moms work hard for their kids, but soccer is far too expensive for most middle class Moms. I think the middle class mom would be best coined as a Pink Collar Mom since most Mom's have to work these days. Mr and Mrs Cleaver are working so Beaver can spend all of time online.
Joe Lunchbucket  is a working stiff who has to pack his own lunch and can't even afford beer. Nobody seems to mention him much. I don't know any of these guys. Most of the people I know in this class work through lunch.
The White-Collar Elite guys live one subdivision away. In fact, you can catch all these guys after they've taken off their white or blue collars and put on t-shirts to go watch football. They're awfully hard to tell apart.
Wall Street is where all of those stock brokers go to have panic attacks, heart failures, and mental breakdowns just before they get soused at a local bar, then take the subway home. Nobody I know, knows these guys.
Main Street I think is where we are supposed to live. I can't usually afford to live downtown.
I think I'd call my self Joe Cubical,
I live in Back Street America. You never hear about that. 
Most of the people I work with don't take lunch breaks. Who takes lunch breaks these days?