09/20/2008 03:23:40

Hey Marilyn. It was great talking with you today. I was feeling quite shy and overwhelmed. Hopefully you don't think my accent is to weird. Have a great day and look out for my email. J.

09/19/2008 23:34:29

I wont' bother telling you about some 4th of July stories...they all ended up preety much the same way ...back then they sold fireworks to kids  you would be amazed what a few m80's could do to a refrigerator  (no one ever got hurt though ^_^)

09/19/2008 23:23:06

Okey, be sure that you have a nice tall glass of (fill in the blank) and a towel to clean up the drink your about to spit out . I'm a strong believer of the 2nd amendment. I have been ever since I was 4 yrs old. I have an emberacing picture of me when I was 4yrs old. I was wearing red tights (I didn't dress myself back then lol). I also had on a green army helmet and carried a stick that looked like a gun. I took my next door neighbor hostage in my crazy get-up and I guess I was waiting for a ransom  (I didn't even know what exactly I was up to at the time) My hostage wasn't very co-operative so I had to shoot her with my stick-gun. My Dad caught me and appologized to my neighbor lol (she had a laugh) ...as a kid, I would always manage to escape my adopted parents and sometimes ended up in a complete strangers house ...they would feed me while wondering who the hell I was and would then look for my new parents to return me lol (Thought I would mention this part before I get to my pants exploding in church story) My Father finally realized that I was a boy and needed to do boy stuff. He bought me a toy gun...the gun looked real. It had these explosive corks that you would load into the front of the barrel and when you pull the trigger, it would explode and make somewhat of a realistic gun fire sound. I loved it...played with it for about a day until my Mom heard gunfire outside and ran out to check on me and the situation. I didn't take any hostages this time , I only held up a few imaginary back stabbing friends and some imaginary police. I don't know why but I always hid from police as a small kid. If I was in the car with my parents, and a police car would pass by, I would duck down and somewhat scream "it's the cops" and hide where ever I could. (back to the exploding pants) My Mom saw it was I that was making the gun fire. She took my gun away and asked where did I get this...boy was she pissed, I have yet to see a more intimidating 5'4" blonde lady like my Mother . I thought to myself that I would hide the explosive corks I had for the gun and hopefully later on she would either give me back my gun, or I would find it and take it back (2nd amendment and all). I woke up Sunday morning (a bit paranoid ) I thought it would be best to get dressed for church and take the explosive corks with me to church. I never really liked church. I would always day dream about Ninjas bursting through the glass and ceiling and I would have to save everybody in the church (sadley that never happened). We were at the part where we had to kneel and watch the preist tease us with the waffers and wine. I quickly became bored and remeber the box of corks in my pocket. I don't know why but I started stroking the box. I was really happy that I had them with me and no one was going to take them away from me. The preist was raising the wine gobblet and their was silence (except for some bells). All of a sudden a huge BANG !!! and fire ball erupted from the front of my pants . The preist almost dropped the wine gobblet, and everyone looked in my direction. Man O'man lol I'm not sure what everyone thought...but for a second or two, they probably thought it was the second coming of christ  So there I was... an oopsie look on my face and whole on my front - left leg that was still smoking. My Dad grabbed me and took me in the back and took my pants off (I was trying to get him away from me lol) He was worried that I might have blown my ass off and wanted to assess the damage ...just a little burn on my leg. We all went home that day  and the only reason my new Dad didn't woop my ass is because he's the one who gave me the explosives lol Needless to say, we never went back to that church. No one called the police...they didn't know what the hell was going on or what to do about it. Once an old man died right next to me during a mass...almost everyone noticed and instead of helping me and the old man (I didn't know him)...the mass or "show" must go on. My Mom was the only one to stand up, call the paramedics and during that entire time....the mass still resumed ... I was 12 then and one of my first quotes about religion were enspired. I thought to myself "you could do a lot more on your feet, then you can on your knees" - still the old man died, but the collection plate was full  Anyway...thats the true story of the time my pants blew up in church...don't let this sway your opinoun of me in a negative way , I was a really good kid when I didn't have explosives  Take Care Chica, hope you enjoyed it ...take care and I will take your advice on not waisting to much time on here ...I know the old saying "Hell hath no fury like that of a scorned woman" - Goodnight  and will keep in touch whenever I can spare some time.

09/19/2008 22:49:30

Duchie...you seriously need to stop with this.  You are barking up the wrong tree here!  And, you need to leave Jack and me alone.  It is what it is and that's how I like it.  Enjoy the ride tomorrow and the game on Sunday.  Do not bother me on Sunday when my Bears are playing!!!!!  TTYL ~Shar

09/19/2008 19:25:13

Yeah, I'm so excited! Hope we can be pleased when we review after the games over. Thanks for dropping by, wish I coud talk more but I gotta run. TTYS- T.