Life is only made up of all the days of our past and our future, and we mainly yearn for the bigger part of it. The young long for the future, and the old for the past...
Been busier than Marion Jones' legal team today at work, so I haven't really had time to blog my thoughts. Just wanted to let everyone know that I'm still here, and that I haven't been out testing the ground clearance of 18-wheelers.
Hey, I'm lookin' for some good blogs to read, so if you blog, lemme know, and maybe we can do (what I like to call) a link exchange ;-) If you don't blog, you should. It takes maybe five minutes or so to get everything going with blogger. Then you will be able to enjoy the many pleasures of blogging yourself.
There are a couple of stories I wanted to share...
Arkansas woman, 37, gives birth to 15th child
Check out those names. All fifteen start with the letter J. And their dad's name? Jim Bob. ROFL Of course.
Assault case dropped against Simmons
Fun just seems to follow Richard Simmons around. Kinda reminds me of Kramer's lines from "The Fusilli Jerry":
You meet a proctologist at a party, don't walk away. Plant yourself there, because you will hear the funniest stories you've ever heard. See, no one wants to admit to them that they stuck something up there. It's always an accident. Every proctologist story ends in the same way..."It was a million to one shot, Doc. Million to one." :-D
"Could you sympathize with my needs? I know you think I need a lot. Started out clean, but I'm jaded. Just phonin' it in, just breakin' the skin..."