Sick Sick Sick
Tuesday, June 28, 2005
Life is circular. Of course I have no scientific proof to back this up, but it is something that I have noticed in my own life. In fact, I will say that specific periods of time in life are circular. With that being said, I have decided to update a previous entry to my pita because GUESS WHAT...IT IS CHRISTMAS LIST IN JUNE TIME......What could a 25 year old man possible want from Santa....heh, I don't know maybe: 1. Very old and expensive tequila 2. Very pretty and wonderful Heather 3. Very beautiful guitars 4. Filet Mignon with a demi glace' sauce 5. A 63' Barolo 6. Some mexican jumping beans 7. My very own General Lee car 8. Rocket powered boots (or fart powered like the game) 9. My own recording studio 10. An endless supply of Tacos de Carnitas And you thought I was going to say something cheesy and fake like world peace. I want that.....I just am not sure that I want it for Christmas. Oh yeah.....and I would like the magical money fairie to drop down from the sky with his shriveled old hand a give daddy some "love money"

Sick Sick Sick
Tuesday, June 28, 2005
Life is circular. Of course I have no scientific proof to back this up, but it is something that I have noticed in my own life. In fact, I will say that specific periods of time in life are circular. With that being said, I have decided to update a previous entry to my pita because GUESS WHAT...IT IS CHRISTMAS LIST IN JUNE TIME......What could a 25 year old man possible want from Santa....heh, I don't know maybe: 1. Very old and expensive tequila 2. Very pretty and wonderful Heather 3. Very beautiful guitars 4. Filet Mignon with a demi glace' sauce 5. A 63' Barolo 6. Some mexican jumping beans 7. My very own General Lee car 8. Rocket powered boots (or fart powered like the game) 9. My own recording studio 10. An endless supply of Tacos de Carnitas And you thought I was going to say something cheesy and fake like world peace. I want that.....I just am not sure that I want it for Christmas.

Holy Crap
Sunday, June 26, 2005
It has been what seems like forever since I have written anything in this, in fact, it seems like it took way too much work just to get me back where I could write in it. I don't know if I will actually take the time to do this or not but maybe. I guess that all depends on who is on that I still know. Hmmmm. Time for supper.

Monday, September 30, 2002
Minty Goodness

update
Wednesday, September 25, 2002
Yesterday I watched a movie with officer Barringer where John Wayne played a boxer who went to Ireland to ask the hand of the woman that he loved in marriage. In honor of that grand moment in my life, below is a list of Irish toasts... Here's to women's kisses, and to whiskey, amber clear; Not as sweet as a woman's kiss, but a darn sight more sincere!.............Here's to a temperance supper, With water in glasses tall, And coffee and tea to end with-- And me not there at all.....Here's to a long life and a merry one. A quick death and an easy one. A pretty girl and an honest one. A cold pint-- and another one! ...That the tap may be open when it rusts...It is better to spend money like there's no tomorrow than to spend tonight like there's no money!.....May your heart be light and happy,May your smile be big and wide, And may your pockets always have a coin or two inside!.....May you have all the happiness and luck that life can hold— And at the end of all your rainbows may you find a pot of gold.

Tuesday, September 10, 2002
What is going on?

Giving up
Tuesday, September 3, 2002
I have so many times wondered, just like every other person reading this right now, what it is that I am supposed to do with my life. I do not have all of the pieces of the puzzle put together yet, but I do see how some major pieces have come in to play...say in the last month or so. Now that I have the main piece of the puzzle, it is something that I will fight for until it kills me. I have the piece of the puzzle that makes me happy...the piece of the puzzle that makes all of the other pieces fit better...the piece of the puzzle that makes it where I can now see where about half of the other pieces go now. I will fight to keep that piece in place with everything I do....*humming theme from Rocky in head*......Now....everybody together....."Oh no, not I, I will survive as long as i know how to love I know I will stay alive, I've got all my life to live, I've got all my love to give and I'll survive, I will survive" Thank you so much to the piece of the puzzle that I am referring to...and thank you so much Gloria Gaynor and Sylvester Stallone for without all of you my life would be much much worse.

Nanny
Monday, August 26, 2002
I had the wonderful opportunity this weekend of going up for a weekend in the "country" to spend the weekend with Heather's nanny. It was a wonderful experience. It was probably one of the most relaxing weekends that I have had in a while. I am not sure why it is, but for some reason I can't seem to relax when I am at home. I am always thinking about what I am going to be doing that night, or the next, or when I am going to do this or that. This weekend was the exact opposite of that. We had no plans, and no intention of making any. It was beautiful. We layed around all day and Nanny made us supper on Saturday night and then we layed around some more. We got up Sunday morning and went to church, but I don't want to talk about that. If I could just have one weekend like this last one a month, I am fully convinced that I would be a healthier more stable person. I guess I have something else to work on now......

Just Breathe
Thursday, August 22, 2002
You know when you get hit in the stomach and you lose your breath, and then after about five minutes of huffing and heaving you finally, in one instant, are able to catch your breath. That is what it felt like this morning. I was a little annoyed at traffic because it was absolutely horrible, but then as I pulled up to the stop light right by my work, I saw her car. At that moment it was as if they used the defibulator and started my heart again...All I know is that I got out of the car and my hand was trembling as I got out to meet her. Of course I was a moron and didn't go to the airport last night to pick her up....I have no idea what I was thinking. I can be such a jackass sometimes. I am so sorry that I didn't go, and I know it will be one of those things that I will regret for a long time. Note to self....use your head senior_lopez before you screw up again.

Understanding
Tuesday, August 20, 2002
I am not sure I understand what understanding is. If I understood what understanding is then I would probably understand.

Monday, August 19, 2002
Not sure what is going on over here. Pretty good weekend I guess, I got to go out with the boys this weekend, which is something that I haven't done in a while. I do know that I am missing Heather something terrible, and she has only been gone for two days. I know she is having fun though...I think that I have officially decided that....trailing off....can't think of anything to say....my brain is going to explo.......

###
Wednesday, August 14, 2002
Last night was great....went over to Heather's house and ate chinese food, drank some wine, and watched a movie. It was very very great. I did get home late, but it was well worth it. This weather we are having today is absolutely perfect. It is perfect weather for not being at work. It is perfect weather for going to the lake and putting the boat in the middle of the lake and having a drink and taking a nap. It is perfect weather for sleeping in and then getting up whenever you wakeup and fixing some lunch and laying around all day in your pj's. This is perfect roadtrip weather. The only thing that sucks is that when the sky is gray people seem to lose all driving ability and decide they want to go 31 miles per hour when other cars are near. Not sure what that is about, but even with the traffic, somehow everything is okay....

crazy
Tuesday, August 13, 2002
Saw you early this morning
Sleeping all dressed in white
For a moment I thought you were an angel
Come to take me home alive
You woke up and you caught me staring
You smiled and said hey fool cut it out
You said that I must be crazy
I said crazy about you, and I kissed you on the mouth
And if I am truly crazy
Don't you know I like my life that way
And if I'm really going out of my mind
You can hop on board
And make your getaway
I took a walk on down the seashore
Saw a begger picking up some cans
Saw a little boy who had salt in his eyes
Reaching out for his mommas hand
Watched a stranger give that man a dollar
Watched the momma wipe the tears
from her little boys eyes
And then I stared into the heavens
And said oh my god I'm glad that I'm alive
So glad that I'm alive
And if I am truly crazy
Don't you know I like my that way
And If I'm really
Going on out of my mind
Why don't you hop on board
And make your getaway

What?
Monday, August 12, 2002
Had a pretty good weekend...went to College Station and then to Houston to spend the weekend with my sister. Her classes start a week from Monday. Much to my surprise I had to help her move a little bit of stuff when we got there. I felt so bad because I had no intention of doing any work this weekend and Heather jumped right in like the trooper that she is. I have just about decided that I could be having fire ants shoved up my nose and biting my corneas, and it is somehow fine when you are with someone you love. I very much enjoyed the ride down and the ride back, and there were several other very enjoyable memories that were made this weekend. The only thing that sucked furry donkey balls was Sunday afternoon when I had to drop Heather off and head back to the big town of Bells. I wish every weekend could be like this past one.

Skerred
Monday, August 5, 2002
Had an "interesting" weekend. Went out on my first date with Heather on Friday night, which was wonderful I might add, and then on Saturday I went to a birthday party for Heather and some of her friends. Friday night's date had to be the best first date ever. The party was alright, but I didn't know anyone and you know how it can be just hanging out trying to have a good time with strangers. The only part that sucked about it was the fact that I had to stop drinking at about 8:30 so I could drive us all to Shreveport. Not that I would have gotten sloshed or anything, but it is much easier to mingle when you are about half lit. We ended up not going to Shreveport, which is probably for the better, and had a wonderful evening at Cyndi's apt. Basically I am am scared to write in here what is going on in my head, for fear that questions will be asked that I can't answer and so and and so on... So I think that I am going to take a couple of days off of writing in here to give me time to shake my head out and see if I can come back out of this cloud that I am in right now. Clouds are good, but I prefer to look up at them.

Focus
Friday, August 2, 2002
Yesterday was grand...I feel so loved by all. I had the best birthday ever....I was showered with gifts and food and "happy birthdays" and it just makes you feel good. I have had a little trouble focusing this week and have had an even harder time coming in and updating this. But anyway...thanks to all for all of the birthday cheer.

Happy Birthday
Thursday, August 1, 2002
Happy Birthday to me....today I have officially turned 23. Somehow I think I feel about 43, but that is okay. I think since I am now supposed to be older and wiser, that I should at least impart a little wisdom to those who take the time to read this. So here goes......Never brush your teeth with barbwire, never eat yellow snow, and never pet a burning dog. Other than that I would just have to say two things...."there is too many mediocre things in life, love shouldn't be one of them".....and "never, under any circumstances, settle for second best."

cracked
Tuesday, July 30, 2002
Okay I did it....I suddenly feel as though I am coming out of the closet. I am so worried about what people will think about me and I really am not sure why. I am afraid that people will say that I am a hippocrit or that I am some sort of flakey person, but I'm not, or at least I don't think I am. I am the in the beginnings of a new relationship. Anyone who knows me knows that this is something that I never thought would happen and I know they didn't think it would happen either. My whole philosophy on women up to now has been just like the Hall and Oates song "maneater" and I always wondered if the chance of pain and heartbreak would be worth a relationship. Somehow I have managed for three years to convice myself that this is right, and I know for sure that it is right for some people, but for some reason now, after waiting about three months to finally talk to this person about this, I know now that it is more than just some off-the-wall, spontaneous decision that I have decided to do. I have thought and prayed about this and I know that somehow this just seems right. I can't explain it, but somehow I guess maybe my philosophy should change. Up to now I have always taken the "typical guy" perspective of lead with your head not your heart and now I realize that I was wrong...sometimes if your heart keeps nagging you to do something you have check it out. Plus everyone knows my philosphy that when something makes me lose sleep that is where I draw the line and something has to be done....I don't know why I feel so nervous and embarrased about this, but I do. Maybe because it is SO not me and it is such a huge change from my normal beliefs and thoughts.

Irony
Friday, July 26, 2002
I will have to say, and I haven't really griped in this thing up to now, that I have had one of the suckiest weeks in a long time...Not only did I get a ticket on Tuesday morning, but yesterday I got written up at work. The write up was from two weeks ago and she said that she forgot to give it to me...the IRONY....what did I get written up for you ask...because I didn't follow up in a timely manner on some accounts....what makes it even more ironic besides the fact that she was untimely with the write-up is that I did work the accounts and she wasn't timely giving me my adjustment sheets back so she didn't know that I had worked them. Am I going to fight it you ask? Nope. I know that it will only make things worse. Even people on my team have concluded that my boss has something against me. I think I have three main things...I am male, white, and young, and she feels intimidated by me for some reason. I don't think I have given her any reason to feel this way, but for some reason....To add to my misery, last night I couldn't get any of my recording software loaded back on my computer because I lost the main program I need because the file was corrupted when I backed it up...sucky sucky. Oh yeah I lost everything on my computer and had to format my hard-drive. I know none of this is any of your problems, but for some reason it feels good to vent all of this in here...so the world can feel my pain....On a good note though....I had an epiphany this morning that I now like my morning runs. They actually feel good to me and I like doing them, so I think I might get my Vin Diesel body after all.

Dear Santa
Wednesday, July 24, 2002
I know it is a little early, but myself and one of my friends were discussing that we need to go ahead, since Santa is so busy and all, and write our letters to Santa Claus for this upcoming Christmas. I would appreciate it if you would just simply type your Dear Santa letter in my guestbook and maybe Santa will reply to them. I have him my login and password so he has full acess to my pitas page....so let's all get crackin' before it's too late!!!

Boring
Monday, July 22, 2002
Boring weekends...sometimes there the best. I didn't do much except hang out with my sister. She is officially gone now back to Houston and I will see her again in a couple of weeks when I go down there. I didn't do much this weekend except I cooked with my dad on Saturday for a a little get together we had at the hacienda on Saturday night. On Sunday I felt the need to bleach my hair....not really sure why except my brother dyed his fire-engine red and I guess I wanted to get in on the action. I look freaky now, but that is okay....I guess. Sometimes I think I need to be slapped before I go and do things like that. I talked to my dad this weekend about him helping me set up a budget so that I can get out of debt...soon...very soon. My dad is the one to help me because he oozes with self-control and practicality. I need to get out of debt because debt is a form of bondage. I know that it is unlikely that there will be any point in my life that I am completely out of debt, but I want to be as close as possible. Plus, for some reason I feel that I cannot leave my current job to pursue the career I want because of my debt. I need more schooling but can't not pay my bills while I get it...I have also decided that I am not going to be stressed about this because I cannot afford to be (pardon the pun).

Vive La Mexico
Thursday, July 18, 2002
Okay...I have officially decided that I am going to pack up and move myself to Mexico. I was talking to one of my friends who is from Oaxaca and he said that for about 10,000 I could live like a king for a year or two....I don't have to be a king, so I think I will be able to live for 4 or 5 years. In that time I will lay on the beach, swim, and drink birongas (beer). I will only go back into town when "nesesito comprar mas birongas." (I need to buy more beers). After staying there until the money ran out, I would then come back to the states and get a job until I could afford to go back. I have been told that the average middle class Mexican makes about 300 dollars every two months, so I wouldn't need that much money saved up to be able to afford this plan. I am going to go home tonight and start packing...if anyone wants to go then pack up and be ready to go Saturday morning at 7:00 a.m.

huh
Wednesday, July 17, 2002
Not much is taking place at this moment except my sister came in last night...her name is Amber and she is starting her second year of medical school in Houston. She is very smart and I are not...She graduated with a degree in microbiology from A&M and is going to be making some jack later on in life, if medical school doesn't kill her first...I admire her perseverence though. I thought I would just take a minute to brag on my big sister.

Money
Tuesday, July 16, 2002
Some say that the way to find your perfect job is to ask yourself what you would do if you didn't have to worry about money at all. I know everyone has heard this before, but what I want to know is what would everyone's job be...I would finally open "Big Rob's House of Java." That is something that I have wanted to do for several years now. Either that or I would open a restaraunt, something else I have wanted to do for a long time. I was going to go to culinary school, but I am still not sure if that is the path that I need to take.

Monday, July 15, 2002
Bites

A little morbid...
Friday, July 12, 2002
I was just talking to one of my friends who informed me that they were going to die soon, or at least they felt like they were....I know everyone has heard the old cliche' that you should "live every day as if it is going to be your last because someday you'll be right"....well I got to thinking of the things that I would do before I die....so if everyone would, give me some of the things that you would do if you knew today would be your last day....I mean fun things...I think all of us would tell things that we should have long ago to our friends and family and tell people how much we love them and all of that....I am talking about purely things for fun....some of the things for me are: build a life size pinata with myself inside and I would be the prize; get a Russian mail order bride; clear an open triple jump on my four wheeler; go to Wal-Mart with my clothes inside out; get a tattoo; fill a swimming pool with Jello, or pudding, and jump in; and the other half of the time I would sleep in my bed.

I wish
Friday, July 12, 2002
I Wish by: Author Unknown, Source Unknown "I wish I were big enough honestly to admit all my shortcomings; Brilliant enough to accept praise without it making me arrogant; Tall enough to tower above deceit; Strong enough to welcome criticism; Compassionate enough to understand human frailties; Wise enough to recognize my mistakes; Humble enough to appreciate greatness; Staunch enough to stand by my friends; Human enough to be thoughtful of my neighbors; and righteous enough to be devoted to the love of God." Today after I read this I thought about how much I fail in many of these areas and how we should all strive to live by such great wisdom. So today I have decided that I will print this out and hang it up so I can have constant reminder of what I need to be working toward...not that it will be expected that anyone can do all of these things at all times, but it gives us something to strive for.

Ahhh Beds
Thursday, July 11, 2002
As I walked into the office today still looking like I just woke up, even though I had been up since 5:30 in the morning to get up and run, I came to the realization that I should still be in bed. I know this is probably a very common situation that all of us experience on a regular basis. So today, I want us to take the time to show some love for our beds. What I want everyone to do is describe their bed to me and the sheets that they have on it, and then just a couple of nice memories, adjectives, or good thoughts that describe those wonderful items that are so much more than just furniture. I will start.....My bed is called the "Rob Taco" because the box springs are those old kind that are just open springs....it makes the bed really soft, so when you lay on it the bed just kind of rises up around you and encompasses your whole being....I have some blue sheets on and a blue blanket. I love my bed so much that who ever I marry is just going to have to come to terms with the fact that we are going to have a full-size bed for the rest of our lives, because I don't think I could ever give it up. Much love to the big rob taco.

un-stoked
Wednesday, July 10, 2002
Okay...I am still in a good mood, but it has gone from stoked to now just a rolling boil. I was planting my avacado and the seed broke in half....how bad does that suck. You are supposed to take the seed and stick three toothpicks in the side of it and suspend it over a glass of water and it sprouts roots...after it sprouts you are supposed to take it out and plant it in something like a clay pot until you get your avacado....well my seed busted...so I guess that means no guacamole in 2 to 6 weeks...I am persistent though and will check on getting an avacado plant to put on my desk. I was going to love him and pet him and name him bushy...how sad it is to lose a loved one.

stoked
Wednesday, July 10, 2002
I am so stoked. Saturday night as myself and my friends were leaving Cellerman's pub, my friend Robyn said "oh wait Rob, you can't leave yet because I have a present for you" We went to her car, and from the backseat she produced a white paper sack called the "tias pit kit" which is seeds and instructions for growing your own avacados. I almost peed myself when I saw this treasure. Well anyway, I brought it to work today and the avacodo seed will be planted on my desk since it requires no direct sunlight. How cool is that. Life is good.

physical exertion
Tuesday, July 9, 2002
I could think of nothing else to write about this morning except for the fact that I am at work early and am sitting here very sore. Sore you ask, but why? Well, for some reason, mainly because I am a fat slob, I have decided to get up and run every morning. I have made it two mornings in a row now...yea me...the unfortunate part to all of this is that to do this I have to get up at 5:30 which cuts into my sleep time. Why the sudden spurt of motivation? I believe that hind-sight is 20/20, but part of true wisdom is being able to see something when it is happening and not look back later and go "if I had only done this...." Sometimes you don't know while it is happening and the only way to learn is by having a particular experience, but many times we see our friends and family go through things and we don't learn from their mistakes. If I see you scream and cry in pain when you touch a hot burner, then why do I have to touch it myself to learn that it is hot. A wise man once said "I have to learn from other people's mistakes...I don't have time to make them all myself." Basically what I am saying is that I see right now that I am slob and should do something about it before I die of a heart attack when I am 45 years old...that would really suck...plus I want a body like Vin Diesel.

Desperation
Monday, July 8, 2002
The way I sees it, desperate times call for desperate measures.....when life gives you lemons, pack them ice so they don't spoil. Life's a garden, you gotta dig it man. I honestly have no idea what I am saying simply because I had no insights, or at least none that I would like to share at this time. I am actually trying to be good today and work, but that is a plan that is slowly detiorating. I am not sure I spelled that right. Anyway, I still love everyone and life is good. So remember our sponsors and remember to drive careful and help control the pet population, by having your pet spayed or neutered...

Da Da Da
Wednesday, July 3, 2002
So this one time at bandcamp....while walking through the woods I came upon a large sphere of light. I picked it up and put it in my pocket where I proceeded to take it home with me. I put the sphere in a drawer and every once in a while I would take it out to make some crazy hats for it or just to see if it had changed, and every time the result was the same....it had not. The light and I had a wonderful relationship because it was such a good listener and it never hurt my feelings. After several years the light slowly faded and eventually burned out. Of all the luck....I waited and waited and finally the light burned completely out only for me to realize that the sphere of light that I had found was simply a pecan that had been charged with radioactive material....so I cracked and ate it.....mmmmmmm radioactive pecans

Bored
Tuesday, July 2, 2002
I know it is hard to believe, but I am bored. So bored that I decided to put a little something in the ole' diary, which I am now going to call dairy because I like ice cream alot.... Boredom knocked on my minds door...... I let him in and he came inside..... He walked around reaking havoc once more..... Then he farted on my leg and left Ahhhh refreshing poetry soothes the soul like a route 44 ocean water on the hottest day in August. Dang it feels good to be a gangster.

Loss
Tuesday, July 2, 2002
I imagine at some point that every one who has one of these diaries has to discuss one subject because it is the nature of life and it is the cause of stress for many people....that subject is loss. When we lose something that is special to us it usually brings out an array of emotion and how we deal with that emotion can shape us as a person and can even alter the course of our lives. I think the thought that one must keep in mind when dealing with loss is that with every loss comes a gain. Whether is be the loss of a loved on, or the loss of a friendship or relationship, we gain new memories and an outlook about a situation that we would not have had before the loss occured. Hopefully we are able to focus on the positives that we had before the loss and are able somehow to carry that on to help us cope. The unfortunate part about this is that we are people of emotion and character that doesn't always lend itself to learning from a situation. I guess it seems that our lives go through cycles where everything is good and then all of the sudden we have a period where we lose everything that was stable and we have to start over...that is what makes us grow....or regress....depending on your outlook...okay I am crying now....so I will stop before I get water in the circuits of the computer and electrocute myself and make all of my friends and family cope with that loss.....plus it is not cool to cry at work...I love everyone!!!

Good Thing (My hommage to Martha)
Tuesday, July 2, 2002
I was driving to work pondering the meaning of life, as I often do, and I got to thinking that I am such a blessed person. I have so many "good things" in my life that I feel the need to share with all of you at this time. I do hope that everyone will put some of their "good things" in my guestbook. This list is in no uncertain order (I always wanted to say that) First of all my family, friends, pets (both past and present), cars, and church. Here are some of the more interesting and often un-mentioned "good things" in my life. Grape kool-aid, my George hat, the low end notes on a nice piano, banjos, mysterious eyes on a girl (but not so mysterious that they make you want to run and call the police); tomato, basil, and fresh mozzarella salad, long lunches, shopping on a rainy day, cute people, staple removers, Willy's Westraunt, getting flipped off by Heather, getting called a redneck and actually living up to that title, cord-o-roy pants, monkeys, english bulldogs, candy, allergies that get you out of mowing and various other things....I know I missed some things, so I will be adding more whenever I think of them. I love everyone!!!

HuH?
Monday, July 1, 2002
I have now read all of the diary entries for the links of people that I have and I must say that I am very impressed and awed by the things that come out of my friends' minds. I love the randomness, which may not be randomness if I knew the whole story, but who cares I like randomness and the entries are much funnier since I don't know the whole story....life can be cool sometimes....I know this is a big change from the entry five minutes ago where I said this is the suckiest day ever, what can I say, manic depression will do that to you....."Depression is merely anger without enthusiasm" (Author unknown)

Elated
Monday, July 1, 2002
I am so elated that I actually have three entries in my guestbook....I know it is just my friends trying to take care of me, but I appreciate it just the same. And to the girl that I don't know, that I am sure rocks the house, I am unable to have children due to a small cheese grating accident as a young man; that and the fact that my parents told me that if I ever have children they are going to have me committed. Today has to be one of the suckiest days ever, because it is raining outside, which is prime shopping at northpark weather and sleeping weather. You know the kind of sleep where you have the room completely black and you need a thermal blanket because you have the a/c set on 55 and you can here the hum of the ceiling fan and.......oh my God why am I at work. I was going to add a chapter to my book called "A Man and His Bed-A Love Story." Catchy isn't it?

First Time
Monday, July 1, 2002
I think now is where I am supposed to say something witty and intelligent to make you think that I am smarter than I really am, but I am not going to do that...I don't think. So here goes...."I can do a cartwheel." Pretty witty isn't it. Okay I am dork and should be put back in the hole that I crawled out of. I am at work playing on the internet and will probably be fired, but that is okay because...wait what am I saying...that won't be okay. I am going to go now because I have exhausted all of my brain power trying to choose a template and then take the stupid picture on it off and put something else on, which you will note I only succeeded in half of that venture. I love every one of you that read my page, even if I don't know you, and hope you will sign my guestbook and say "How you doin'" Until next time....... Thanks to the friend that turned me on to this for showing me another way that I can waste time during the day.