Just imagine if you were driving a Fererri Enzo. Or is that a Enzo Fererri? Like the guy who crashed one into a telephone pole or something in Malibu earlier in the year at 162 mph. The car was valued at $1 million. Note: The key word here is "was"....

In that little Mustang (or should I call it, the 97FM...I'll explain that later), it wouldn't much matter if I was going 180mph or 20mph. If I hit a telephone pole, I'd be in little bitty pieces either way.
I said 97FM instead of 97 Ford Mustang, BECAUSE, buzz words are still everywhere. Sonny keeps talking about the EDR. A fight happened in the EDR. He hates the Frontiers EDR. Every time, I ask him, whats the EDR again? He says
"The Employee Dining Room, or cafeteria". And what is it, a 45 is a pair of pliers...
LOL

I left home at 11:30 today, went up I515 through the spaghetti bowl to Summerlin Pkwy, to I215, then to Red Rock Casino on Charleston Blvd, to meet Paul to get GMas extra car keys. Then, I drove  to Decatur and Charleston to give GMa those car keys. Then I picked up Jennifer and Renee at Petsmart and took them home. I got to the Albertsons store near Sam's Town at 12:40. That's 44 miles of driving in Vegas, with 3 stops in a little over an hour.
Not bad!!!

To watch a football game with Bobby Shannon, someone I worked with at Northrop, and back in 1999/2000 in Boston, MA. We're cheering for opposing teams, so if his team wins, I am grabbing his 50" Sony High Def LCD 1080p TV and making a quick bolt for the door as I head back to Altamonte Springs.

And he's working at your favorite place, Raymond James.

Thats cool. So, he's a Tampan now?

Butt Dust is the same thing as Dingleberries....

This is just too weird!!!! Leave it to Dennifer and GrandMal...

I looked everywhere on the internet and "he is receiving and not deceiving" doesn't mean squawt.
And that's all I wanted to know, was what does that expression mean.
Didn't mean no kind-a harm to no one. haha.
Its like the first time someone told me someone else was getting pickled.
When I asked them what that meant, they said, "getting drunk".
And that was basically a good enough definition.
Speaking about weird sayings...Jennifer asked us if Squirt was FIXED
I told her, if she meant did we destroy his ability to reproduce, no.

That's because you have not seen the "King Mike (Ginsburg)" bible. It's an old, vintage 1973 IBM Fortran IV manual.

I'm howling at the rain... I am going to hope for minus 15 degree weather in Lost Wages for the coming week. Hot cocoa? How about Warm Brandys? Sounds better to me.

So, I need to sort these blog entries down by the server's date/time, instead of the requesters date/time....lol.

Good ole Sly Stallone... Oops, I mean Rambo... Well, that is weird to hear that it's almost down to nothing. But like most things, it never lasts for ever. Or even a long time, sometimes. Give your resume a try at Inrigers and Rambo (TSI). Well, visit Finnegans another day soon, when you "know" Frank will be there. And let me know what he has to say, and how he's doing. HOWL!!! 

 

It was sad, because we fell out of tradition.
No Christmas tree. No presents. No music. No cards. No pretty lights. No symbolism.
I realize Christmas is imposed on other religions, and is probably unconstitutional,
but I'd be tempted to join in at the Naked Man Festival in Okayama if I had a loin cloth,
and I've definitely worn green pants, and drank green beer on St Patricks Day.
When you decide a family tradition is just another day, something happens inside.
You realize all the memories of that tradition have been degraded to normal,
and you realize you have lost a part of yourself that you really liked.
We had a mighty fine dinner that night, but we'd suffered a casualty that day.
I think we should develop a new holiday...lets call it Squirty Day
During the day, we'll carry or chew on bright colored balls,
When we here anything that sounds like a knock, we'll run around in circles and say 'bark'.

Jimmy... Last XMAS, you were with Ms Rebecky, so how could it be so bad? Right, I was there to ruin it. Bad me. Bad Dog! Bad Dog!

Happy Birthday to Rebecky. Happy Birthday to Rebecky. But you aren't old enough to be 45... Someday maybe you'll as old as Jimmy... Now, time to get those Birthday swats from Jimmy... OK Jimmy.. Get out that wooden swat paddle..

Jimmy went to FLY'S Electronics... Lucky guy... So did you also get a new pocket knife? Hee Hee....

Jimmy.. Does this mean I can now set my autodailer to call Robert's Cell Phone three times an hour for all eternity? Glad you are finally ready to get that Notary business off the ground. HOWL..... But I still think it should be called "Squirty's Notary". It'll be much better driving all around town in that Mustard Car. Is it red like in the picture? Well, I pick up the keys for the new apartment tomorrow. Have to turn in the keys on the existing one on Saturday. They are charging me $425 to fix a spot where the paint was scraped off the wall in what was your bedroom, by the bathroom door. The new apartment is on the second floor over in the building across the way, where that "Sheila" (british term for "woman") saw you playing nudy... Mr. Short is coming over Saturday morning to help me move. Between tomorrow evening and Saturday morning when the big pieces are being moved, I am making what will probably be a dozen or so trips with smaller items. SAE

I forget how much they offered those Camden Apts for.
But after they add on the application fee, and all the other stuff, what did it actually cost per month.
I know the apartments around here offer $300 move in,
but there are always those nasty little catches that get the monthly bill up for each month you stay there.
You'd think as being a 3rd time landlord, I'd already know some of those crappy little tricks.
The $300 move in apartments charged that much if you moved in by the 20th...but they'd bill you $1,000 by the 5th.