I have found another reason to believe in god. It gives you someone to talk to when alone in an elevator- or just alone. See then your not talking to yourself. I came to this realisation when I was waiting for the elevator at school. The doors opened and there was a very very very large woman on a rascle. She had drove front in so of course she needed to back out of the elevator. but when she put the rascle into reverse- it started to beep like those large delivery trucks. I held the door until she was clear then proceeded up. What you ask does this have to do with god. You see I have been trying to be more compasionate- but I am confonted with this situation so I find myself talking to myself saying, "I am trying hard dear lord- and you present me with that..." Oh well- nothing easy is worth doing.

Lets talk about drugs... what does everyone think about drugs? Should the gov't prevent people from getting their hands on a substance that can be bad for you? Forget the debatable thing slike pot- but say Heroin. Its bad. Should it be illegal? What do you all think?

since one can take only so many pictures of their cats- the cat section on the personal page has been replaced by a bethany section. Up now are pics from her travels in europe. Take a look- more to come later.

Oh and under her blog will be a picture and in the comments a story by Beth about the picture.

The Fabulous Long Time Switcher

As you can see, John got a new chair and big gulp.

The Fortune 400 richest americans just came out. I would like to poll readers on a subject that interests me incredibly. How does someone like Bill Gates motivate himself to work? See Bill is worth about 50 billion. I have figured if he lives another 40 years (which means he would die around 85) he would need to spend over 3 million a day or over 125,000 bucks per HOUR to deplete that. Say he wants to leave half to his kid. That means he needs to only spend 1.5 million a day or 60 grand per hour.

Mind you I could do this. this is not my point. My point is why bother trying to make more. I would make it my goal to just spend spend spend! The moment something displeased me I would stop doing it. For example, I hate SUV's. So i would buy every car dealership where I lived and then mandate they don't sell SUV's. Seems crazy but I have so much cash. Why not? We need more Crazy billionaires.

Apple came out with a great new application today. It sounds simple, iCal. iCal is a Calendar application. But what is cool is how you can publish what you are doing so others can add that to their schedule. Here check out Staci's work schedule.

There is a discussion on some of the other blogs found on thi ssite about who one may best wipe the butt-ox after- well you know. Some advocate water and a hand, others toilette paper, and yet others more creative means. I would like to broaden this discussion so we can hear from everyone. What would be the best way to clean one's arse.

God help us we get so bored here. I am reading a very long review of a product I own. Menawhile Staci, finding much better entertainment, watches VERY CLOSELY a drunk bug.

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Staci & I had a nice weekend in San Diego with one funny story worth telling. We are at Blacks beach,a nude beach, cathcing a tan. I want to swim and in the process notice the water or surf close to shore is full of stingrays. I try to get Staci to look but she will not even though I tell her that they don't sting. Finally later in the day I get her to stand in the water and look at them with me. You could see 5 or more at once.

Well at one moment Staci and I feel something on our feet. Staci screams and says, "Don't move!" This seemed prudent as I didn't want to step on the little guy- but just as she sounds the "ve" of move- she runs out of the water- leaving me to drown, get stung- who knows what.

By the way, I learned later that they do "sting".