Friday, September 27, 2002$BlogDateHeaderDate$>
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.$BlogItemBody$>
Saturday, September 21, 2002$BlogDateHeaderDate$>
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?$BlogItemBody$>
Friday, September 20, 2002$BlogDateHeaderDate$>
since one can take only so many pictures of their cats- the cat section on the personal page has been replaced by a bethany section.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.$BlogItemBody$>
Oh and under her blog will be a picture and in the comments a story by Beth about the picture.$BlogItemBody$>
Sunday, September 15, 2002$BlogDateHeaderDate$>
Saturday, September 14, 2002$BlogDateHeaderDate$>
Friday, September 13, 2002$BlogDateHeaderDate$>
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.$BlogItemBody$>
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.$BlogItemBody$>
Tuesday, September 10, 2002$BlogDateHeaderDate$>
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.$BlogItemBody$>
Sunday, September 08, 2002$BlogDateHeaderDate$>
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.$BlogItemBody$>
Thursday, September 05, 2002$BlogDateHeaderDate$>
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.
Please email or call.$BlogItemBody$>
Please email or call.$BlogItemBody$>
Tuesday, September 03, 2002$BlogDateHeaderDate$>
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".$BlogItemBody$>
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".$BlogItemBody$>