Friday, July 9, 2010

Party At My Place

Cause it's Friday, you ain't no job and you ain't got "stuff" to do.


Anyone up for a weekend of teenage-style debauchery? Find a babysitter and get your butts down here* for the party to end all parties. I have the handcuffs and masks, you bring the baby oil and the feathers.



*Don't actually come to my place. Trespassers will be shot.
Thursday, July 8, 2010

Cool Add-on

If you're using Firefox here's a pretty nifty add-on you might like to check out called Screengrab.
Because they continue to do crap like this. Keep your pork away from our troops. If it's such a good idea, why not do it separately?
Why I Don't Like Politicians
By
Christopher Lee


I do not like politicians because they are two-faced, hypocritical liars. They say one thing when the opposing party is in power, but when it's them they say, and do, another.

Wednesday, July 7, 2010

Wednesday Hero

This Weeks Post Was Suggested & Written By Mary Ann

Corporal Rodolfo P. Hernandez
Corporal Rodolfo P. Hernandez
Company G, 187th Airborne Regimental Combat Team
U.S. Army

Cpl. Hernandez, a member of Company G, distinguished himself by conspicuous gallantry and intrepidity above and beyond the call of duty in action against the enemy. On May 31, 1951 near Wontong-ni, Korea his platoon, in defensive positions on Hill 420, came under ruthless attack by a numerically superior and fanatical hostile force, accompanied by heavy artillery, mortar, and machine gun fire which inflicted numerous casualties on the platoon.

His comrades were forced to withdraw due to lack of ammunition but Cpl. Hernandez, although wounded in an exchange of grenades, continued to deliver deadly fire into the ranks of the onrushing assailants until a ruptured cartridge rendered his rifle inoperative. Immediately leaving his position, Cpl. Hernandez rushed the enemy armed only with rifle and bayonet. Fearlessly engaging the foe, he killed 6 of the enemy before falling unconscious from grenade, bayonet, and bullet wounds but his heroic action momentarily halted the enemy advance and enabled his unit to counterattack and retake the lost ground. For his actions on that day, Cpl. Hernandez was awarded the distinguished Medal Of Honor on April 21, 1952. The indomitable fighting spirit, outstanding courage, and tenacious devotion to duty clearly demonstrated by Cpl. Hernandez reflect the highest credit upon himself, the infantry, and the U.S. Army.



These brave men and women sacrifice so much in their lives so that others may enjoy the freedoms we get to enjoy everyday. For that, I am proud to call them Hero.
We Should Not Only Mourn These Men And Women Who Died, We Should Also Thank God That Such People Lived

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Tuesday, July 6, 2010

Firsts

We all have a slew of "firsts" in our lives. I thought I would do a post talking about a few mine. Most will be geared to basic things because personal things are just that and private, although there are a few.

My first video game system was the NES. I remember when we got it my brother and I stayed up most of the night playing Super Mario Bros./Duck Hunt. My other brother had one as well with "The Legend Of Zelda". I pwned that game.

My first CD was a best of the Beach Boys I'd gotten from the BMG music club.

My first DVD was either The Matrix or a documentary on musician Robbie Robbertson. Can't remember which one I got fist.

My first computer was a graduation gift from my mom. A Packard Bell. If I remember correctly, it had either a 144 or 177 MHz processor. I still have the speakers.

The first song I learned all the lyrics to was "Boot Scootin' Boogie" by Brooks & Dunn. I was a Country fiend back in the day.

The first time I ever had to deal with death was with my dad. I was in the 11th grade and he had recently had open heart surgery.

The first crush I had was in the 1st grade on a redhead named Summer.

The first girl that I really had feeling for was in the 10th or 11th grade. Her name was Christie. I'd even wrote a very crappy poem about her. But, being the horribly shy person that I am I never said anything.

My first kiss is something that I actually don't remember too well. I was maybe 11-12 years old. I don't even remember her name. A bunch of kids were staying the night with my brother's then girlfriend. She was there as well. We just kind of clicked. I'll never forget this for as long as I live because it was so very embarrassing at the time. We all just slept on the floor and I apparently fell asleep with my arm around her shoulder. Everyone woke up before I did and saw this. The older boys were relentless in their teasing. I now know it was all just good-natured, but at the time I was mortified. I hid behind a chair most of that day I was so embarrassed.
Monday, July 5, 2010

You Mean There's A 7 AM?

Well, I'm screwed. I sure ain't no morning person. I'm barely an evening person.