| The citizen who thinks he sees that the common-wealths political clothes are worn out, and yet holds his peace and does not agitate for a new suit, is disloyal; he is a traitor. Mark Twain |
Tracey and I have already reached our New Years resolutions for the year. Tracey resolved to reach level 300 on the Bejeweled 2 Deluxe computer game (the endless version) and she has reached 310 levels of mindless computer bliss. So she has exceeded her expectations for the year and would like to know how everyone else is doing. I, on the other hand, made no resolutions so I was on target Day One. Traceys sister Carolyn was interviewed by a newspaper reporter in Effingham about Derek. Carolyn says the article is supposed to be printed in the Journal Star eventually so if anyone sees it please let us know. Likewise if Carolyn gets a print date we will let you know. |
 Visitors to the Johnston Ridge Observatory watch as steam rises from the crater of Mount St. Helens in this March 9, 2005 file photo in Mount St. Helens, Wash. Steam seeping from a fracture atop the lava dome in Mount St. Helens crater and the mountains first noteworthy seismic activity since 2004 have caught scientists attention this week as signs that something is moving inside it. (AP Photo/Ted S. Warren, file) |
Drunk Taunts Biker A drunken man walks into a biker bar, sits down at the bar and orders a drink. Looking around, he sees 3 men sitting at a corner table. He gets up, staggers to the table, leans over, looks the biggest, meanest, biker in the face and says: I went by your grandmas house today and I saw her in the hallway buck naked. Man, she is one fine looking woman! The biker looks at him and doesnt say a word. His buddies are confused, because he is one bad biker and would fight at the drop of a hat. The drunk leans on the table again and says: I got it on with your grandma and she is good, the best I ever had! The bikers buddies are starting to get really mad but the biker still says nothing. The drunk leans on the table one more time and says, Ill tell you something else, boy, your grandma liked it! At this point the biker stands up, takes the drunk by the shoulders looks him square in the eyes and says, Grandpa, ... Go home, Youre drunk. |
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