keep showing up...
that is what I was told by my boss. I don't think the budget has been approved yet but I have been told to keep showing up for work. So I guess I have a job for the moment!!
that is what I was told by my boss. I don't think the budget has been approved yet but I have been told to keep showing up for work. So I guess I have a job for the moment!!
what am I doing? Not only am I starting a new blog but I am starting it at myspace.com. A month ago I had never been to myspace. Didn't want to be caught up with it. But over the last week my interest has been piqued. So I am giving myspace a go.
He use to stare at women and either make them feel uncomfortable or make them want to go home with him. I can't go that far but I am making my glances and such more noticeable because at some point the girl I will be "checking out" will smile and I will know that there is a small chance. Pathetic or genius?
Woman: "Let me give you some advice: Tell him you want to plead insanity"
So I went golfing with my Dad on the holiday monday. As we were driving there I showed concern about the sun and the heat. My Dad said to me "The sun is going down". My Dad has never heard T-Bone say that so at that moment I knew we were going to have an interesting time golfing. On the 3rd hole I beat my Dad! This lead my Dad to remind me that we are not competing against each other... yea right! On the 6th hole I hit my ball over a little stream of water. I told my Dad I would go after it and he told me to walk around to one of the bridges. I laughed this was a stream not a river. I hopped over it with ease. It was the landing that was the problem. I did not land on solid ground. I lost my shoe with the first step. The second step involved mud up to my knee. Finally after 3 steps... solid ground. I was also standing beside my ball at this point. So I then hit a perfect shot back to the fairway and then called my Dad over so that he could help me extract my shoe from the mud. It was disgusting. My Dad was not happy with the situation but all I could say to him was this "You were right". On the 7th hole I watched as the other three knocked their balls into some water on the right. When I stepped up for my drive I said "I would aim to the left and if I hit a house then hey at least I am not in the water!" I proceeded to hit a ball off somebody's second floor balancy/deck. My Dad did not let me finish the hole. I was fine with that because I was busy trying to scrap mud off of shoes, socks, legs, etc.