JamesSavik

One of my younger cousins ships out to Afghanistan next week. Another cousin, Roger came back this spring from Iraq with some scars from and IED. The irony is they aren't as bad as his skateboarding scars. It's hard to believe Wayne is ready. When I think of him, all I see is a bouncy, skinny kid that can barely sit still. Geez- I hope they have some adult supervision. They look so damned young.

I suffered through the Great Appliance Revolt of 1998. In a space of 4 months, my fridge, freezer, central air, dishwasher and washing machine got depressed and committed suicide. I got myself jacked up pretty good on the credit cards and took several years to pay it all down. It was this lesson that taught me to never get any deeper than could pay off in a couple months on credit cards. Ideally, I pay off anything I spend the same month. After I paid all that crap off, I closed my Chase accounts because they constantly raised rates despite my prompt payments. I closed my BP account which is managed by Chase and uses the same heavy handed tactics. The best policy is NOT to deal with companies that use every possible legal means to screw you.

Do you know the name & artist of the song used in this commercial?

See if you like this one.

You've got cat toys!

Handsome is good.

I don't even text people.

Bah humbug. Bad Santa rules! Of course, there's always Satan Claus from the Last Boyscout: And don't forget Robo-Santa from Futurama. And of course, who could forget Santa Zim He knows when you are sleeping. He knows when you're awake. You better find a bunker, and hunker down for goodness sake!

Well- I'm pretty sure my nephew Ian's first word was Booger. Booger is my brother's cat, a huge yellow tabby and he's big enough for the little cowboy to ride. Yee-haw! (sorry- it's a Texas thing)

Who is JK?

Isn't that a mall cop Ribar? Cat update: Life as a cat toy is difficult and painful.

Wow. The last week has been a blur. Last Saturday night I got a call from my Aunt. My uncle died. The funeral was Tuesday. So soon after my Dad's death, it brought it all back. Another military funeral. Another flag draped coffin. Another soldier from a forgotten, unpopular war. It pissed me off. So I wrote Valhalla. I'll be posting it soon. Wednesday morning I drove my Mom to Dallas to have Thanksgiving at my brothers house. Traffic sucked. It took 3 hours to get from Canton, Texas to Flower Mound. I thought I would go postal. After we got there all was well. My sister-in-law outdid herself in the kitchen. Thanksgiving was great and my brother and I watched the Texas-Texas A&M game. Black Friday I went to my favorite book store on the planet: Recycled Books in the Opera House at Denton, TX. We ate at a nice Italian restaurant. I had mussels & shrimp on pasta. This morning we walked the Grapevine Mills Mall, had lunch at Animia's and drove back. Easier said than done. It's four hundred something miles from Dallas to Jackson. It took eith hours. I got Mom home at 9 and I straggled in at 10. Tomorrow... I plan on doing- not much.

I went to The Opera House in Denton, TX. I go whenever I'm in the Dallas area. I'm glad that I took the truck!

It sounds like he thinks that you are going to kick his ass. :chris: Now that would be something academia would talk about for decades. academic #1: Remember when Mark kicked Duberson's ass? academic #2: Now that was cool. It's the last real thing that happened here... ever.

Broken by Lifehouse off of Who We Are Watch Video The Broken clock is a comfort It helps me sleep tonight Maybe it can stop tomorrow From stealing all my time And I am here still waiting Though I still have my doubts I am damaged at best Like you've already figured out I'm falling apart I'm barely breathing With a broken heart That's still beating In the pain There is healing In your name I find meaning So I'm holding on (I'm holdin on)(I'm holdin on) I'm barely holding on to you The broken locks were a warning You got inside my head I tried my best to be guarded I'm an open book instead And I still see your reflection Inside of my eyes That are looking for purpose They're still looking for life I'm falling apart I'm barely breathing With a broken heart That's still beating In the pain (In the pain) Is there healing In your name I find meaning So I'm holding on (I'm still holdin on)(I'm holdin on) (I'm still holdin on) (I'm holdin on) I'm barely holding on to you I'm hanging on another day Just to see what, you will throw my way And I'm hanging on, to the words you say You said that I will, will be okay The broken light on the freeway Left me here alone I may have lost my way now But I haven't forgotten my way home I'm falling apart I'm barely breathing With a broken heart That's still beating In the pain (In the pain) There is healing In your name (In your name) I find meaning So I'm holding on (I'm still holdin')(I'm holdin' on)(I'm still holdin') (I'm holdin' on) (I'm still holdin') Barely holding on to you (I'm still holdin on) Barely holdin on to you

If you are courageous and your cause is just, Thor will appear and fight by your side. All Oak are the kin of Yggdrasil and the acorn is the promise of new life. As Christianity spread across Europe, in order to replace and supplant native religions, it took on some of their trappings. Many of the things considered "Christian" are more accurately Pagan beliefs that pre-date Christianity. For instance the concept of the Trinity in Christianity was borrowed from Nordic cultures three faces of God Odin, Thor and Freya. The idea of silence and fasting may have had its origins in Celtic culture. The Christmas tree and the Easter egg came from Germanic fertility rites. Rather than a monolithic religion, Christianity appears to be an amalgam of numerous cultural myths and beliefs.

Rambo was part of a litter that a stray had on my Mom's garage. The rest went to a shelter but she wouldn't part with this kitten. He was 8 weeks old and not separated too early.

You too Nick- good luck with the baby on the road. I've often thought that for taking a little kids on a road trip, there should be Valium enriched Flintstones vitamins. It would make the trip more tolerable for the kid and save parents sanity. A win-win for everyone involved. ____________________________ Disclaimer- don't try this at home.

Sadly- with this cat it's cat psychosis. Last night while I was working on chapter 23 of Twilight, he climbed my back (Ouch- now I'm see stars), took a bite of my ear, drank out of my glass and vanished. Somebody taught the little b&^%&*(> guerrilla tactics. Now I'm trying to figure out how to negotiate a truce.

Weezer? Sounds a lot like my sinuses.

Politics within a bureaucracy are always complex and cut throat. You never know what relationships lie under the surface, who are allies and who are allies of convenience and only the most naive of players puts his cards on the table. The Byzantine web of relationships make allies of enemies and enemies of friends. "The best way to deal with bureaucrats is with stealth and sudden violence." Butros Butros-Ghali

If I said that I had a boyfriend, they would come to take me away. You are young enough that it fits.

The Worst Day Since Yesterday by Flogging Molly's album Swagger Listen Well I know, I miss more than hit With a face that was launched to sink An' I seldom feel, the bright relief It's been the Worst Day Since Yesterday If there's one thing I have said Is that the dreams I once had, now lay in bed As the four winds blow, my wits through the door It's been the Worst Day Since Yesterday Fallin' down to you sweet ground Where the flowers they bloom It's there I'll be found Hurry back to me, my wild Colleen It's been the Worst Day Since Yesterday Though these wounds have seen no wars Except for the scars I have ignored And this endless crutch, well it's never enough It's been the Worst Day Since Yesterday Hell says hello, well it's time to I should go To pastures green, that I've yet to see Hurry back to me, my wild Colleen It's been the Worst Day Since Yesterday __________________________________________________ Somehow this song really spoke to me.

look for the old movie version of the Fountainhead. It's old but it rocks. Gary Cooper kicks much ass as Howard Roark.

I have no idea what going on. Let's see if I follow: Somehow you screwed the pooch (made a mistake). You are a kid and I guarantee that it will happen again- probably not with the same pooch. We all screw that pooch sooner or later. Your Dad is angry about the pooch getting screwed. He should get over it. That pooch is a real slut. The rest of your family knows that you screwed the pooch and supports you. Apparently they know about the slutty pooch. Life is stressful and difficult because you screwed the slutty pooch that everyone else has screwed. My conclusions: Screwing the pooch happens to the best of us. I've even bought that bitch a ring. Your Dad has certainly screwed a few pooches in his time. Everybody has. Maybe he's suffering from selective amnesia. Nobody likes to remember screwing the pooch. Chances are that he'll remember his own pooch screwings and come around Remember well your family's support during your pooch screwing low and be there when one of them eventually screws the pooch. Life is always stressful and difficult so don't make it harder on yourself by hanging out with slutty pooches. Just know that there's all kind of pooch sluts out there just waiting. You'll want to think twice before you do something that's going to give you fleas next time. < Pooch Slut Does that help???