1/23/06
For about five minutes I thought that the personalized homepage at Google was pretty cool. Since I use Google a lot, I grew annoyed at the fact that the page would take longer to load because of the RSS feeds. Yesterday I wanted to try the personalized homepage again and it hasn't changed one bit. Of course if I wasn't on dialup this might be different but I really don't need anything else for my internet connection.
slow
Knowing that the slow season has begun at work gives me mixed feelings. My Sundays are considerably less stressful since I am certain Monday will be a regular day and the rest of the week won't be a bear. Of course I'm always concerned about my financial situation and I do hope to end 2006 on a good note. The only things giving me concern are the move in June and the flight to New Jersey with raddidge. If I'm still able to sock away about $300 a month then I really have no worries.
in yer dreams
My sister and I were loitering at my father's business back in New Jersey. I kept telling her about Colorado and how there were lots of animals. Most of which, in waking life, I have not seen in person. While standing at the door I spotted two large dogs lumbering down the opposite side of the street. When one reached a pool of light under a street lamp I saw that was no dog but a bear! Two baby bear cubs the size of labradors were exploring the night time of a small town in New Jersey. They were quickly followed by their momma bear who was the size of a Volkswagen Beetle. Her curiousity was greater and she took her time, crossing the street and sniffing up against various windows including my father's business.

Each time I called my sister to the window, she'd look out but end up looking in the wrong direction so she never saw the bears. Was she stupid? I was fucking point to the bears and all she had to do was follow the line down my arm to my finger and to the point outside of the building! As dawn broke, the bears had moved on and the town was starting to wake up. A huge open-bed tractor trailer pulled into the parking lot, making a short cut, as my sister was leaving. She ran across the parking lot and ran into the side of the truck. The truck didn't hit her, she hit the truck but just the same it was as if she had been run over. When she fell on her ass, stunned, the truck kept going and nearly crushed her but the crotch of the rear tires was all that passed over her. I ran out and grabbed the side and clambered up to the driver's door. Fortunately the window was open and I shook the bastard.

Woo was fine and she caught up to the scene. The trucker was nonplussed and didn't realize anything had happened. In fact his cab mates were arguing that I was just starting to pull a fast one. Now my sister was joining in and telling her side of the story. All of a sudden I remembered there was a video camera stage right of the awning. Now the trucker was annoyed and realized he was due for some trouble. He backed up and I showed him the camera, I had no idea if it was on and recording. "Boys, we got business to do!"

Well the other guys in the truck cab came into the shop carrying a flat, plastic container which was three inches thick. Eventually it was assembled and showed to be an electric barbeque? My sister accepted their bribe. Still don't know how an electric barbeque could fit into something that was five feet by three feet by three inches. Heck, when it was completely assembled it was really shaky since every piece was plastic. Not an inch of metal on this baby.

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