Pretty cool. Later.

Do you know what this is? It is a MAJOR ASSHOLE! Get it? Later.

Hooray for Cheryl!

Well, today is a milestone for my wife. She started teaching today in a local school. She graduated in December last year from McNeese State. There are slim pickings for teachers that graduate in the fall. She decided to go ahead and take the job for the rest of the 2007/2008 school year. Not for sure what she is going to do this summer as far as staying there or finding something else. I am sure it will depend on her experience for the next 5 months of teaching. All her life she has wanted to become a school teacher. I am so happy for her and so proud of her for accomplishing her goals and obtaining a teaching degree.

It got me to thinking…How many people get to do what they actually want/dream of doing? My job is a good job, but I never sat around as a child dreaming of becoming an electrical testing technician; maintaining equipment that was built and in service 30 years before I was born. Looking around the job site where I work, I am sure most if not all dreamed of something other than what they are doing. I have found that having a job that you enjoy or at least can tolerate is far better than having one that you just can’t stand. I will be the first to tell you that the company I am currently working for is the best I have ever worked for. Although it is not what I really enjoy doing, it beats any other job I have ever had.

In my younger years, around 10-14 years old, I wanted to become a pilot in the military. Preferably the Navy. I wanted more than anything to fly and land my fighter jet on the aircraft carriers. After realizing that dream would never materialize due to my inability to obtain the required body weight for the military, I turned my sights on becoming a Game Warden. That pipe dream lasted just long enough to find out exactly how much a Game Warden makes. Less than it would cost to get the degree required for the position. Adios to that idea. I wasn’t sure wanted I wanted to be, but I knew what I did not want to be…POOR. Of all my career choices and decisions made, money has been a big factor. I did not want to worry about money or the “lack of money” all my life. I really enjoy being able to pay the bills when they come in and not when the next paycheck hits the bank. I am extremely fortunate to be able to do that; but then again it comes from making the less than fun decisions to stay home Friday night when every one else is out honkey-tonking so I can work extra hours Saturday learning how to work on something I had never worked on before. Being responsible has paid off well for me.

Kind of went off on a tangent there, but how many of you are doing what you wanted to do as a kid? How about living your dream? I am so glad for my wife, but a little jealous at the same time, you know? I am just happy that we were able to get her through college and allow her to chase that dream of becoming an elementary school teacher. I mean she had to quit her job last summer to do her student teaching and we survived just fine.

I have thought about it myself; becoming an instructor at the local technical college. Something in more of my later years though. I hope to continue my college education now that the wife has completed hers and maybe one day when I am ready to hang up the old tool belt I can move into the classroom and teach with the knowledge that only comes from getting out there in the trenches and doing it yourself. Or I may just end up being blue-collar for the rest of my life. Who knows?

Being intelligent has its down side from time to time. It gives you the ability to foresee the future and predict what will actually happen and not see everything through rainbow/gumdrop fairy tell eyes. Some say I am pessimistic. I say I am logical. Being right all the time doesn’t mean I am happy. Being intelligent can be a curse. A burden that I have come to live with.

Hooray for Cheryl! She is living her dream; while the rest of us are left behind wading through the cesspool we call life looking for ours. (maybe I can be a little bit pessimistic from time to time)

FYI- Just remember; one thing that separates us from the animals is the ability to drink when we are not thirsty. Later.

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A guy walks into a bar down south and orders a mudslide. The bartender looks at the man and says, "You ain't from 'round here are ya?'

"No," replies the man, "I'm from Pennsylvania."The bartender looks at him and says, "Well, what do ya do in Pennsylvania?"

"I'm a taxidermist," said the man.The bartender, looking very bewildered now, asks, "What in the world is a tax-e-derm-ist?"

"The man says," I mount animals."

The bartender stands back and hollers to the whole bar, "It's okay boys, he's one of us!"

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A woman was helping her husband set up his new computer, and at the appropriate time in the process, told him he would now need to enter apassword. Something he would use to log-on.

Her husband was in a rather devilish mood and figured he would try for the shock effect to bring this to his wife's attention. So, when the computer asked him to enter his password, he made it plainly obvious to his wife that he was keying in: p...e...n...i...s...

His wife fell out of her chair laughing when the computer replied

***PASSWORD INVALID...........NOT LONG ENOUGH***

Later.

A good pervert will notice the true craftsmanship in this hand rail. Later.

Another reason not to own a Dogde. As if we really needed another one. Later.

Sorry Chevy Fans

Well Chevy fans, I have some terrible news. I am now the proud owner of a 2003 F-150 XLT. I have tried to unload the Jeep twice now and no one wanted it. I decided to trade it in on something; anything. It had a few issues and I didn’t want to take the chance of having to replace an engine/transmission in something I really didn’t want anymore. I thought hard about a new one. I actually had an appointment at Billy Navarre Chevrolet to look at a 2008 Chevy short box, regular cab, V-8, black with an automatic. I was told that you can not get a standard in a single cab without stepping up to a three-quarter ton. She said there wasn’t enough of a demand. Dodge has one, but I would rather drive a used Ford than a new Dodge. I really like the style of the extended cab Ford of those year models. Besides, I just couldn’t bring myself to pay a note for five years for something that I drive only on the weekends.

So far I really like it. I woke up before the alarm clock went off Sunday and went riding to get a paper before church just so I could drive it. It has a Triton 5.4 liter V-8. And of course the XLT tells you that it has all the bells and whistles like power windows, power door locks, etc…

You know, for me being a Chevy person, you would never know it by looking in my drive way. My wife’s car is a Ford, the work truck is a Ford, and now the personal truck is a Ford. Later.

WARNING FOR MEN!

Police are warning all men who frequent clubs, parties and local pubs to be alert and stay cautious when offered a drink from any woman. Many females use a date rape drug on the market called "Beer.” The drug is found in liquid form and is available anywhere. It comes in bottles, cans, or from taps and in large "kegs." Beer is used by female sexual predators at parties and bars to persuade their male victims to go home and sleep with them. A woman needs only to get a guy to consume a few units of Beer and then simply ask him home for no strings attached sex. Men are rendered helpless against this approach. After several beers, men will often succumb to the desires to sleep with horrific looking women whom they would never normally be attracted. After drinking beer, men often awaken with only hazy memories of exactly what happened to them the night before, often with just a vague feeling that "something bad" occurred.


At other times these unfortunate men are swindled out of their life's savings, in a familiar scam known as "a relationship." In extreme cases, the female may even be shrewd enough to entrap the unsuspecting male into a longer term of servitude and punishment referred to as "marriage." Men are much more susceptible to this scam after beer is administered and sex is offered by the predatory females.


Please get this warning to every male you know. If you fall victim to this "Beer" scam and the women administering it, there are male support groups where you can discuss the details of your shocking encounter with similarly victimized men. For the support group nearest you, just look up "Golf Courses" in the phone book. Later.