I don't know. Maybe it was the one LSD experience I had as a teenager while I was lifeguarding kids at the moose lodge pool. Yeah...stupid, I know. But that water was freakin' beautiful!!!
I had taken my fill of picking up paper after snotty kids whose mother's let us be the babysitters while they tanned. I worked there four summers, each one with a different crew flipping burgers and taking turns in the sun. We occasionally snuck into the lodge to see what was there better than burgers and to
I read an interesting piece today written by a man who has been blogging and everything elseing for a long time. His post offered up some dos and don'ts of network etiquette, with particular attention to facebook use. I enjoy it, yes. And I check daily and post anything that's really cool about my day. But not what I'm wearing or that kinda stuff. His point is this...in every internet user's life there comes the day when you have done the unthinkable either in a drunken stupor or out of simple anger and stupidity. Been there done that and fired off a thousand lousy emails to leave an electronic trail. But I learned better. Having the power to hurt someone or otherwise negatively impact their emotions by
If ya'll never hear from me again it's because there's this big honking cold front blowing in and there might be a twister or two. Not supposed to get here until early morning so don't wake me up if I'm dead. Umkay? It's my day off and I intend to sleep in with my doggies. It's what we do when I don't have to go to the sawmill. Leave a message at the beep.