HIGH SPEED DOWN AGAIN

LEAD DOG WITH PIECE OF FT. SUMPTER AT TRIBUNE BUILDING, CHICAGO

Third day in a row for this shit. It is 7:06 a.m. and 29.7 degrees. Dog and Son asleep.

Idol cut Alaina Whitaker, our 16 year old pick to take it all. The masses are asses!

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IDITAROD TRAIL SLEDDOG RACE STARTS TOMORROW!!!

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Lost is now full-blown time travel!

VANDY IS OUR HERO! WE ARE NOT WORTHY!!!!!HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!

VIA THE NET:

What is Butt Dust?

What, you ask, is "Butt Dust"? Read on and you'll discover the joy in a
child's sincere originality. No adult is this creative!!

JACK (age 3) was watching his Mom breast-feeding his new baby sister.
After a while he asked: "Mom why have you got two? Is one for hot and
one for cold milk?"

MELANIE (age 5) asked her Granny how old she was. Granny replied she
was so old she didn't remember any more. Melanie said, "If you don't
remember you must look in the back of your panties. Mine say five to
six "

STEVEN (age 3) hugged and kissed his Mom good night. "I love you so
much that when you die I'm going to bury you outside my bedroom
window."

BRITTANY (age 4) had an earache and wanted a pain killer. She tried in
vain to take the lid off the bottle. Seeing her frustration, her Mom
explained it was a child-proof cap and she'd have to open it for her.
Eyes wide with wonder, the little girl asked: "How does it know it's
me?"

SUSAN (age 4) was drinking juice when she got the hiccups. "Please don't
give me this juice again," she said, "It makes my teeth cough."

DJ (age 4) stepped onto the bathroom scale and asked: "How much do I
cost?"

MARC (age 4) was engrossed in a young couple that were hugging and
kissing in a restaurant. Without taking his eyes off them, he asked his
dad: "Why is he whispering in her mouth?"

CLINTON (age 5) was in his bedroom looking worried. When his Mom asked
what was troubling him, he replied, "I don't know what'll happen with this
bed when I get married. How will my wife fit in?"

JAMES (age 4) was listening to a Bible story. His dad read: "The man
named Lot was warned to take his wife and flee out of the city but his
wife looked back and was turned to salt." Concerned, James asked: "What
happened to the flea?"

TAMMY (age 4) was with her mother when they met an elderly, rather
wrinkled woman her Mom knew. Tammy looked at her for a while and then asked,
"Why doesn't your skin fit your face?"

The Sermon I think this Mom will never forget.... this particular
Sunday sermon..."Dear Lord," the minister began, with arms extended
toward heaven and a rapturous look on his upturned face. "Without you,
we are but dust..." He would have continued but at that moment my very
obedient daughter who was listening leaned over to me and asked quite
audibly in her shrill little four year old girl voice, "Mom, what is
butt dust?"

OMG BLOGGER SPELLCHECKING IS WORKING!!!

go gators!!

SHOW US YOUR SCAR PATRICK

Just browsing thru cache pages, here is the write-up for ISQ #156:

Welcome to Sidney Cemetery, up on the hill. You are in Jackson Twp., Koskiusko County. Set a spell on the picnic table, but don't think you're going to haul it away with you unless you brought boltcutters...Close your eyes and feel the hot tropical sun on your face, the gentle breeze of the trade winds, and the smell of the cocoanut palms...WAKE UP! You're in INDIANA and it's cold out here! We suspect there are a number of (now) unmarked graves in this place based on the layout. While we were here, the high-tension lines were crackling pretty loud. That's what they do when there are UFO's around, so we didn't tarry long. We don't mind visits to the Mother Ship, but those examinations can be brutal. (There is no more room in Patrick's skull for any more alien implants--our local vet took a couple out of him through his dog ears and sent them to the government (dumb!). He did an X-ray of Patrick's head and said it was filled mostly with fluid and cartiledge. He said his actual brain, when he found it, was shrunken to the size of a pea. HE said it was big enuff to control things like breathing, and heartbeat and digestion, but he couldn't see how it was big enuff to control much of anything else, like coordinating four legs to walk, or interpreting vision. Anyway he sent the pics to the Vet School at Purdue, and they called and wanted to do an autopsy on him. I told them he wasn't DEAD yet, and they said it didn't matter--with such a small brain he wouldn't feel a thing. They're ghouls. I'm sure not going to let them cut up my little buddy--At least not unless they pony up a whole lot more money than they were offering. Anyway, it sure does explain why he's so STOOPID! ...)Luckily for us the truck started and we were able to beat a hasty retreat!

Sidney, Indiana (Pop.168) is located on the Rail Road and is located about 6.2 miles from South Whitley. The elevation is 976 ft. above mean sea level, the average household size is 2.71 people and .19 dogs and the population is 98% Caucasion and 1% Hawaiian (I'm not making this up--otherwise how would I possible know how to spell "Hawaiian"--It's not like you can look THAT up in your dictionary...)

A luau (Hawaiian lu'au) is a traditional Hawaiian feast that normally features foods such as poi, kalua pig (pork prepared in an imu, or earth oven), poke, and lomi salmon, among others. Hawaii residents often hold luaus to celebrate special occasions, such as a child's first birthday. Commercial operations in Hawaii also specialize in luaus that cater to visitors to the Islands.

Among the Hawaiian people, it was the custom to celebrate auspicious occasions with a feast. Called the aha'aina, the feast had spiritual significance; it was thought that they were sharing a meal with the gods. In ancient times, men and women could not eat together, and certain foods such as pork, bananas, and coconut were forbidden to women. In 1819, King Kamehameha II abolished the kapu (taboo) system by partaking in a feast with women, thus severing the spiritual connection of the aha'aina.

The term lu'au began to be used in the mid-1800s to refer to what was the aha'aina. It took its present name from a dish made from young taro leaves and meat or seafood, baked in coconut milk.

ONE MORE TIME

It is 8:17 a.m. and Patrick is in bed with Junior. It is 13.3 degrees.

More later, maybe.

FROM THE INBOX:

These are from a book called Disorder in the American courts, and are things people actually said in court, word for word, taken down and now published by court reporters who had the torment of staying calm while these exchanges were actually taking place.

ATTORNEY: Are you sexually active?
WITNESS: No, I just lie there.
__________________________________________________________
ATTORNEY: What gear were you in at the moment of the impact?
WITNESS: Gucci sweats and Reeboks.
__________________________________________________________
ATTORNEY: This myasthenia gravis, does it affect your memory at all?
WITNESS: Yes.
ATTORNEY: And in what ways does it affect your memory?
WITNESS: I forget.
ATTORNEY: You forget? Can you give us an example of something you forgot?
__________________________________________________________
ATTORNEY: What was the first thing your husband said to you that morning?
WITNESS: He said, 'Where am I, Cathy?'
ATTORNEY: And why did that upset you?
WITNESS: My name is Susan!
__________________________________________________________
ATTORNEY: Do you know if your daughter has ever been involved in voodoo?
WITNESS: We both do.
ATTORNEY: Voodoo?
WITNESS: We do.
ATTORNEY: You do?
WITNESS: Yes, voodoo.
__________________________________________________________
ATTORNEY: Now doctor, isn't it true that when a person dies in his sleep, he doesn't know about it until the next morning?
WITNESS: Did you actually pass the bar exam?
__________________________________________________________
ATTORNEY: The youngest son, the twenty-year-old, how old is he?
WITNESS: Uh, he's twenty.
__________________________________________________________
ATTORNEY: Were you present when your picture was taken?
WITNESS: Are you kidding me?
__________________________________________________________
ATTORNEY: So the date of conception (of the baby) was August 8th?
WITNESS: Yes.
ATTORNEY: And what were you doing at that time?
WITNESS: Uh.... I was gettin' laid!
__________________________________________________________
ATTORNEY: She had three children, right?
WITNESS: Yes.
ATTORNEY: How many were boys?
WITNESS: None.
ATTORNEY: Were there any girls?
WITNESS: Are you kidding me? Your Honour, I think I need a different attorney. Can I get a new attorney?
__________________________________________________________
ATTORNEY: How was your first marriage terminated?
WITNESS: By death.
ATTORNEY: And by whose death was it terminated?
WITNESS: Now whose death do you suppose terminated it?
__________________________________________________________
ATTORNEY: Can you describe the individual?
WITNESS: He was about medium height and had a beard.
ATTORNEY: Was this a male or a female?
WITNESS: Guess.
__________________________________________________________
ATTORNEY: Is your appearance here this morning pursuant to a deposition notice which I sent to your attorney?
WITNESS: No, this is how I dress when I go to work.
__________________________________________________________
ATTORNEY: Doctor, how many of your autopsies have you performed on dead people?
WITNESS: All my autopsies are performed on dead people. Would you like to rephrase that?
_________________________________________________________
ATTORNEY: ALL your responses MUST be oral, OK? What school did you go to?
WITNESS: Oral.
_________________________________________________________
ATTORNEY: Do you recall the time that you examined the body?
WITNESS: The autopsy started around 8:30 p.m.
ATTORNEY: And Mr. Denton was dead at the time?
WITNESS: No, he was sitting on the table wondering why I was doing an autopsy on him!
_________________________________________________________
ATTORNEY: Are you qualified to give a urine sample?
WITNESS: Huh....are you qualified to ask that question?
_________________________________________________________
And the best for last:


ATTORNEY: Doctor, before you performed the autopsy, did you check for a pulse?
WITNESS: No.
ATTORNEY: Did you check for blood pressure?
WITNESS: No.
ATTORNEY: Did you check for breathing?
WITNESS: No.
ATTORNEY: So, then it is possible that the patient was alive when you began the autopsy?
WITNESS: No.
ATTORNEY: How can you be so sure, Doctor?
WITNESS: Because his brain was sitting on my desk in a jar.
ATTORNEY: I see, but could the patient have still been alive, nevertheless?
WITNESS: Yes, it is possible that he could have been alive and practicing law.

go gators

CAN'T DO IT

It is 6:18 a.m. and 13.5 degrees. Patrick got up and returned to bed with Junior. High speed is down.

FROM THE INBOX:

THE YEARS BEST (ACTUAL) HEADLINES FOR 2007

Crack Found on Governor's Daughter
[Imagine that!]

Something Went Wrong in Jet Crash, Expert Says
[No, really?]

Police Begin Campaign to Run Down Jaywalkers
[Now that's taking things a bit far!]

Is There a Ring of Debris around Uranus?
[Not if I wipe thoroughly!]

Panda Mating Fails; Veterinarian Takes Over
[What a guy!]

Miners Refuse to Work after Death
[Those-good-for-nothin' lazy so-and-so!]

Juvenile Court to Try Shooting Defendant
[See if that works any better than a fair trial!]

War Dims Hope for Peace
[I can see where it might have that effect!]

If Strike Isn't Settled Quickly, It May Last Awhile
[You think?]

Cold Wave Linked to Temperatures
[Who would have thought!]

Enfield ( London) Couple Slain; Police Suspect Homicide
[They may be on to something!]

Red Tape Holds Up New Bridges
[You mean there's something stronger than duct tape?]

Man Struck By Lightning: Faces Battery Charge
[he probably IS the battery charge!] < /P>

New Study of Obesity Looks for Larger Test Group
[Weren't they fat enough?!]

Astronaut Takes Blame for Gas
in Spacecraft
[That's what he gets for eating those beans!]

Kids Make Nutritious Snacks
[Taste like chicken?]

Local High School Dropouts Cut in Half
[Chainsaw Massacre all over again!]

Hospitals are Sued by 7 Foot Doctors
[Boy, are they tall!]

And the winner is....

Typhoon Rips Through
Cemetery; Hundreds Dead

GO GATORS

OUTSIDE THE WINDOW THIS MORNING

TOO SLOW TO USE

Patrick has almost 600 doggy friends on Facebook--here are two.

It is 6:34 a.m. and 31.9 degrees out with fresh snow on the ground. Patrick got up and went to bed with Junior.

High Speed is down. Dial up is very slow. Took over two minutes just to get here from desktop (two mouse clicks). Can't even get to email.

More later, maybe.

One year ago today:

It is 7:36 a.m. and 32.0 degrees out and the little white pooper dog is in my lap.

Two years ago today:

It's 6:33 a.m. and Junior and Patrick are downstairs watching videos/sleeping on the couch. Did I tell you Patrcik achieved a personal best 83 times peeing on the trail on our hike yesterday?

FROM THE INBOX, PROBABLY NOT TRUE, BUT A COOL LITTLE STORY:

GOD's Busy
If you don't know GOD, don't make stupid remarks!!!!!!! A United States Marine was attending some college courses between assignments.
He had completed missions in Iraq and Afghanistan
One of the courses had a professor who was an avowed atheist and a
member of the ACLU. One day the professor shocked the class when he
came in. He looked to the ceiling and flatly stated, "God, if you are
real, then I want you to knock me off this platform. I'll give you
exactly 15 minutes." The lecture room fell silent. You could hear a
pin drop. Ten minutes went by and the professor proclaimed, "Here I am
God. I'm still waiting."
It got down to the last couple of minutes when the Marine got out of
his chair, went up to the professor, and cold-cocked him; knocking him
off the platform. The professor was out cold. The Marine went back to
his seat and sat there, silently. The other students were shocked and
stunned and sat there looking on in silence.
The professor eventually came to, noticeably shaken, looked at the
Marine and asked, "What the heck is the matter with you? Why did you
do that?"
The Marine calmly replied, "God was too busy today protecting
America's soldiers who are protecting your right to say stupid stuff
and act like an idiot.
So, He sent me."

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Go Gators

BAR STOOL ECONOMICS

TEAM SHYDOG CHECKS OUT "BEVERLY"--THIRD OLDEST CACHE IN AMERICA

SHYDOG DOUBLE TROUBLE AT CHICAGO'S "BEAN" WITH NIKON D80 DIGITAL 35MM SLR

THAT'S PIGEION SHIT COMING OUT OF HIS MOUTH...

UNDER THE BEAN

NOT A GARMIN GPS GOT US TO THE GARMIN STORE--SEARS TOWER AT LEFT...

GROUND ZERO!

BUDDAMAN, SHYDOG, AND LEAD DOG IN THE BEAN...

LEAD DOG WITH BEVERLY LOG

CHRIS AND RICK AT BEAN

ME READING THE GEOCACHE LOG

PHOTO GALLERY FROM BAGO FIELD TRIP TO CHICAGO

It is 7:10 a.m. and 31.1 degrees. Patrick got up with me and went to bed with Junior.

Carmen Diaz and Diane Lane made all the other ladies at the Oscars look bad...

Had a draft PBR Saturday at BWW--still the finest Beer in the World...

Gators didn't lose since they didn't play. Go Vols! good job!!!!

February 10, 2008 -- 40 years ago, American and South Vietnamese forces crushed North Vietnam's Tet Offensive; a simultaneous military attack and guerrilla uprising aimed at seizing the northern provinces of South Vietnam. Yet the communists succeeded in turning military disaster into a propaganda victory. See Arthur Herman's new article in the Wall Street Journal, The Lies of Tet.

FROM THE BLOG, ONE YEAR AGO TODAY:

It is 8:38 a.m. and grey and 37.0 degrees F. and 25 knot wind. Patrick is sleeping at my feet on his afghan in front of the space heater. Last night an ice storm blew thru here. Sounded like a freakin' freight train (NOT a passenger train.) Ice was tinkling against the window panes. Pretty scary. Patrick was his usual log-self. We have six antique HUGE Elm trees around the house. The one in the back yard let go with a big limb sometime in the night. So I've got some hard labor ahead of me when it warms up a bit. Thank the Good Lord it didn't land on the roof. I rode in a 2000 Trans Am WS6 yesterday. Massive horsepower!!! Pewter in color. (Only 6,000 built; with corvette motor). Today's quote: "The essence of war is violence. Moderation in war is imbecility." --Lord Fisher

AND TWO YEARS AGO TODAY:

It's 7:44 p.m. and Junior just went into town "real quick" and Patrick is here with me.

Junior has been practicing with his new acoustic/electric guitar on the internet this afternoon. Mudbelly and I went on a long long hike in the woods.

At 10:00 a.m. the US Supreme Court issued a writ of certiori in a case involving the constitutionality of Partial Birth abortions. Several Appeals court circuits have blackballed it.

Looks like things are looking up for the anti infanticide crowd...

FROM THE INBOX:


Subject: Bar Stool Economics
>
>
> Suppose that every day, ten men go out for beer and the bill for all
> ten comes to $100. If they paid their bill the way we pay our taxes,
> it would go something like this:
>
> The first four men (the poorest) would pay nothing.
> The fifth would pay $1.
> The sixth would pay $3.
> The seventh would pay $7.
> The eighth would pay $12.
> The ninth would pay $18.
> The tenth man (the richest) would pay $59.
>
> So, that's wha t they decided to do.
>
> The ten men drank in the bar every day and seemed quite happy with
> the arrangement, until one day, the owner threw them a curve. "Since
> you are all such good customers," he said, "I'm going to reduce the
> cost of your daily beer by $20." Drinks for the ten now cost just $80.
>
> The group still wanted to pay their bill the way we pay our taxes so
> the first four men were unaffected. They would still drink for free.
> But what about the other six men - the paying customers? How could
> they divide the $20 windfall so that everyone would get his 'fair
> shar e?' They realized that $20 divided by six is $3.33. But if they
> subtracted that from everybody's share, then the fifth man and the
> sixth man would each end up being paid to drink his beer. So, the bar
> owner suggested that it would be fair to reduce each man's bill by
> roughly the same amount, and he proceeded to work out the amounts
> each should pay.
>
> And so:
> The fifth man, like the first four, now paid nothing (100% savings).
> The sixth now paid $2 instead of $3 (33%savings).
> The seventh now pay $5 instead of $7 (28%savings).
> The eighth now paid $9 instead of $12 (25% savings).
> The ninth now paid $14 instead of $18 (22% savings).
> The tenth now paid $49 instead of $59 (16% savings).
>
> Each of the six was better off than before. And the first four
> continued to drink for free. But once outside the restaurant, the men
> began to compare their savings.
>
> "I only got a dollar out of the $20,"declared the sixth man. He
> pointed to the t enth man," but he got $10!" "Yeah, that's right,"
> exclaimed the fifth man. "I only saved a dollar, too. It's unfair
> that he got ten times more than I!" "That's true!!" shouted the
> seventh man. "Why should he get $10 back when I got only two? The
> wealthy get all the breaks!" "Wait a minute," yelled the first four
> men in unison. "We didn't get anything at all. The system exploits the
> poor!"
>
> The nine men surrounded the tenth and beat him up.
>
> The next night the tenth man didn't show up for drinks, so the nine
> sat down and had beers without him. But when it came time to pay the
> bill, they discovered something important They didn't have enough
> money among all of them for even half of the bill!
>
> And that, ladies and gentlemen, journalists and college professors,
> is how our tax system works. The people who pay the highest taxes get
> the most benefit from a tax reduction. Tax them too much, attack them
> for being wealthy, and they j ust may not show up anymore. In fact,
> they might start drinking overseas where the atmosphere is somewhat
> friendlier.
>
> David R. Kamerschen, Ph.D.
> Professor of Economics
> University of Georgia
>
> For those who understand, no explanation is needed. For those who do > not understand, no explanation is possible.
>
GO GATORS!!!
>
>
>

CHICK-A-GO-GO!

It is 5:50 a.m. and 17.4 degrees out. Patrick and Junior are sleeping.

Special report on Chicago later.

FROM THE INBOX:

How to wash a toilet

This was simply too much of a time saver not to share it with you.

1. Put both lids of the toilet up

And add 1/8 cup of pet shampoo to the water in the bowl.




2. Pick up the cat and soothe him while you carry him towards the bathroom.



3. In one smooth movement, put the cat in the toilet and close the lid.
You may need to stand on the lid.


4. The cat will self agitate and make ample suds.
; &nbs p;Never mind the noises that come from the toilet, the cat is actually enjoying this.


5. Flush the toilet three or four times.
This provides a 'power-wash' and rinse'.



6. Have someone open the front door of your home.
Be sure that there are no people between the bathroom and the front door.



7. Stand behind the toilet as far as you can, and quickly lift the lid.



8. The cat will rocket out of the toilet, streak through the bathroom,
And run outside where he will dry himself off.



9. Both the commode and the cat will be sparkling clean.



Sincerely,

The Dog

go gators

SHAME ON THE GREY LADY

HOME, SWEET HOME...

It is 7:00a.m. and 22.5 degrees outside. Patrick got up and went back to bed with Junior.

STEMS AND PIECES:

IF you ever doubted it, now you know the New York Times is totally devoid of any character, ethics or integrity. John McCain will survive this, as it will backfire on this traitorous, filthy rag. Even Yellow Journalism had an idealistic agenda, but these pukes at the Times are just slime.

Hussein O'bama's speech giving style is exactly the same as many black televangelists--and he's good at it. The problem is, he's not sincere--he's a bloody BOLSHEVIK.

Patrick is a mean little dog, who loves dog cookies and sleeping under the covers. He has to know where I am and what I'm doing every minute he's awake-even when he's mad at me. I have no idea why.

The Marines in Belgrade should have machine-gunned those drunken commie serbs.

Screw the Russians.

We like Cindy McCain and like her, love America. We detest Michelle O'Bama, and unlike her, are PROUD TO BE AN AMERICAN!!

Petroleum is not dead dinosaur juice. That's just silly!

Nice job, Navy, on shooting down the satellite!!!

"Global Warming" is not caused by Human Activity, Al.

CNN sucks

Chelsea Handler is hot.

Stupid assholes voted one of our girls off Idol.

FROM THE INBOX:

White Roses

I was walking around in a Target store, when I saw a Cashier hand this little boy some money back.

The boy couldn't have been more than 5 or 6 years old.

The Cashier said, "I'm sorry, but you don't have enough money to buy this doll."

Then the little boy turned to the old woman next to him: ''Granny,are you sure I don't have enough money?''

The old lady replied: ''You know that you don't have enough money to buy this doll, my dear.''

Then she asked him to stay there for just 5 minutes while she went to look a round. She left quickly.

The little boy was still holding the doll in his hand.

Finally, I walked toward him and I asked him who he wished to give this doll to.

"It's the doll that my sister loved most and wanted so much for Christmas.

She was sure that Santa Claus would bring it to her."

I replied to him that maybe Santa Claus would bring it to her after all, and not to worry.

But he replied to me sadly. "No, Santa Claus can't bring it to her where she is now. I have to give the doll to my mommy so that she can give it to my sister when she goes there."

His eyes were so sad while saying this. "My Sister has gone to be with God. Daddy says that Mommy is going to see God very soon too, so I thought that she could take the doll with her to give it to my sister."

My heart nearly stopped.

The little boy looked up at me and said: "I told daddy to tell mommy not to go yet. I need her to wait until I come back from the mall."

Then he showed me a very nice photo of him where he was laughing. He then told me "I want mommy to take my picture with her so she won't forget me."

"I love my mommy and I wish she doesn't have to leave me, but daddy says that she has to go to be with my little sister."

Then he looked again at the doll with sad eyes, very quietly.

I quickly reached for my wallet and said to the boy. "Suppose we check again, just in case you do have enough money for the doll?"

"OK" he said, "I hope I do have enough." I added some of my money to his with out him seeing and we started to count it. There was enough for the doll and even some spare money.

The little boy said: "Thank you God for giving me enough money!"

Then he looked at me and added, "I asked last night before I went to sleep for God to make sure I had enough money to buy this doll, so that mommy could give It to my sister. He heard me!"

"I also wanted to have enough money to buy a white rose for my mommy, but I didn't dare to ask God for too much. But He gave me enough to buy the doll and a white rose."

"My mommy loves white roses."

A few minutes later, the old lady returned and I left with my basket.

I finished my shopping in a totally different state from when I started.

I couldn't get the little boy out of my mind.

Then I remembered a local news paper article two days ago, which mentioned a drunk man in a truck, who hit a car occupied by a young woman and a little girl.

The little girl died right away, and the mother was left in a critical state. The family had to decide whether to pull the plug on the life-sustaining machine, because the young woman would not be able to recover from the coma.

Was this the family of the little boy?

Two days after this encounter with the little boy, I read in the news paper that the young woman had passed away.

I couldn't stop myself as I bought a bunch of white roses and I went to the funeral home where the body of the young woman was exposed for people to see and make last wishes before her burial.

She was there, in her coffin, holding a beautiful white rose in her hand with the photo of the little boy and the doll placed over her chest.

I left the place, teary-eyed, feeling that my life had been changed for ever.. The love that the little boy had for his mother and his sister is still, to this day, hard to imagine.

And in a fraction of a second, a drunk driver had taken all this away from him..

Now you have 2 choices:

1) Repost this message, or

2) Ignore it as if it never touched your heart.

The quote of the month is by Jay Leno: "With hurricanes, tornados, fires out of control, mud slides, flooding, severe thunderstorms tearing up the country from one end to another, and with the threat of bird flu and terrorist attacks, "Are we sure this is a good time to take God out of the Pledge of Allegiance?"

For those who prefer to think that God is not watching over us.... go ahead and delete this. For the rest of us.. pass this on.

Ephesians 4:26 (KJV) Be ye angry, and sin not: let not the sun go down upon your wrath:

GO GATORS!

WE'RE PROUD OF AMERICA, MICHELLE!!!