tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-133061002024-03-07T01:10:04.861-08:00People often ask me "What the hell am I thinking?", this is a place for them to find out.Blazehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14436972112820338787noreply@blogger.comBlogger26125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13306100.post-6843078724657595112007-04-16T15:19:00.000-07:002007-04-16T15:27:46.160-07:00

As most of the world knows by now, there was a horrendous act that took place today at Virginia Tech. My deepest thoughts go out to the victims of this incident.Now with that said, where in the hell was security!?! I have never been to a college where there wasn't a security officer within a 30 second jog of any building. I have also discovered that most of the students where unaware of the

Blazehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14436972112820338787noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13306100.post-1163288505568464872006-11-11T15:30:00.000-08:002006-11-12T10:36:41.000-08:00

I was thinking (again) and I have come to the conclusion that friends really do make the world go round. When you really think about it, you tend to keep different types of friends for different things, much like clothes. You have this friend for going out and having fun. This other friend for sitting around and doing nothing. And maybe even another friend in case you need a back-up friend for

Blazehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14436972112820338787noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13306100.post-1160864303826035542006-10-14T14:53:00.000-07:002006-10-14T15:18:23.850-07:00

I sometimes like to look at the blogs of the people who leave comments on my blog. One such person, whom I have known for years, decided to make a personal attack at me that was unprovoked. So in response to HER posting I would like to say, who the fuck are you to judge me. You know nothing about my background or my knowledge of military codes and customs. If you would take your head out of your

Blazehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14436972112820338787noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13306100.post-1147452578986037362006-05-12T09:46:00.000-07:002006-05-12T09:49:38.986-07:00

On one of my earlier posts, I posted a 2 line poem that I had thought of while I was at work. Today I recieved a letter in the mail stating that my poem was going to be published in a book called " Immortal Versus ". As a prize, of sorts, they sent me a $100 check and copyrighted the poem in my name for me. Pretty cool I think.

Blazehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14436972112820338787noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13306100.post-1147384404961221502006-05-11T14:43:00.000-07:002006-05-11T14:53:24.976-07:00

I was sitting around bored out of my mind the other day and thought of something funny that happened to me that I would like to share.One day I was helping a friend of mine on his farm when one of his dads friends came to lend a hand. I had never met this person before but had heard alot about him. He's a Vietnam vet and spent most of his adult life out west ( Arizona, New Mexico) driving cattle.

Blazehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14436972112820338787noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13306100.post-1145754201607824942006-04-22T17:45:00.000-07:002006-04-22T18:03:21.616-07:00

If you have ever read any of my postings then you know that I rarely converse about any kind of serious topic. Today I feel that something needs to be brought out into the open. A few days ago, my wife and I went to Atlanta to the Georgia Aquarium. For the past few months we have seen the advertisments and thought that it would be a fun place to visit. We made it to the aquariam around 8:30 in

Blazehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14436972112820338787noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13306100.post-1145492020956229162006-04-19T17:10:00.000-07:002006-04-19T17:13:40.966-07:00

If the eyes of the world wasn't so blind,we could open our eyes and the world we would find.I though of this at about 3:00 this morning while I was getting ready to come home from work. Pretty good, Huh?

Blazehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14436972112820338787noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13306100.post-1137794261878824082006-01-20T13:46:00.000-08:002006-01-20T13:57:41.893-08:00

I went to the local fueling station (gas station if you are from the south) and noticed something that is bothering me. There are no more endless shelves of sweet candy. Everything has gone to sour candy. Why? I understand that sour candy is a good seller but not everyone enjoys sour candy. To be truthfull, I hate the crap. I can't stand anything sour. I even purchased a pack of good old fashion

Blazehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14436972112820338787noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13306100.post-1135623962226180882005-12-26T10:31:00.000-08:002005-12-26T11:06:02.236-08:00

Just so I don't sound like too much of a Scrooge I'll start out by saying Merry Christmahanakwanza. Politically correct version. Now, on to my story. This has got to be the most depressing time of the year, and what a rip-off. I spent approx. $2k on presents and all I got was a pack of t-shirts and some colonge. I realize that it's not about receiving it's about giving, but come on and give

Blazehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14436972112820338787noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13306100.post-1126733527298176282005-09-14T14:26:00.000-07:002005-09-14T14:32:07.306-07:00

Hey every one. Sorry it's been so long since my last post but my life is hectic right now. For those of you who don't know, I have recently gotten married and moved to a different town. It's not really that far from where I used to live but it sounds good when I say that it's in another town. I have changed jobs (again) and it seems like I've been spending all my time either at work or sleeping.

Blazehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14436972112820338787noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13306100.post-1121108392466127772005-07-11T11:48:00.000-07:002005-07-11T11:59:52.473-07:00

Have you ever had one of those weekends that was so much fun that you couldn't even stay up long enough to enjoy it? This weekend CPT PYRO and myself went to the lake to enjoy some time away from the working life. We invited a few friends over with the hopes of partying all night. To my suprise at around 11:00 p.m. everyone was getting tired. It was all I could do just to stay up that long. I

Blazehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14436972112820338787noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13306100.post-1120751360349818382005-07-07T08:46:00.000-07:002005-07-07T08:49:20.353-07:00

I would like to take this time to say that all of London are in my thoughts and prayers. Hang in there. You've helped us in so many ways. Now it is our turn to return the favor. God bless us all.

Blazehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14436972112820338787noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13306100.post-1120750942941124602005-07-07T08:37:00.000-07:002005-07-07T08:42:22.946-07:00

To the gentleman wanting to know my calculations on a month of Sundays; I assume that when some one uses the phrase that they are refering to a 30 day month. If this is the case then 30 Sundays would be 7 1/2 months because on average there are 4 Sundays in a month. When you divide the amount of quoted Sundays by the amount of Sundays in a month your answer is 7.5 or 7 1/2.

Blazehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14436972112820338787noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13306100.post-1120597900742382492005-07-05T13:59:00.000-07:002005-07-05T14:26:40.513-07:00

I have a few more phrases that annoy the hell out of me much like they do Crazykitty, read below postings and you'll know what I'm talking about.Not only does that timeless phrase "I haven't seen you in a month of Sunday's" bother me (which by the way I sat down and figured it out, 7 1/2 months), but the ever so clever phrase "I haven't seen you in a coon's age". How damn long does a coon live?

Blazehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14436972112820338787noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13306100.post-1120597049991071912005-07-05T13:35:00.000-07:002005-07-05T13:57:29.996-07:00

First off I would like to thank everyone who commented on the first posting of "Viola". If you have a story you would like to share, then by all means do so. Now I have another story I would like to share with you.CPT. Pyro and myself went out to Oklahoma one year to visit some military friends of his. We thought that while we were there that we would see the sights. We went to Geronamo's grave (

Blazehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14436972112820338787noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13306100.post-1119983031422419112005-06-28T11:21:00.000-07:002005-06-28T11:23:51.426-07:00

If any one who reads this blog wants to comment, by all means do so. If you have something funny you want to share with me then go ahead. Even if you want to slam me and my thoughts. I like the comments to keep rolling in. Thanks everyone,BLAZE.

Blazehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14436972112820338787noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13306100.post-1119726309706299172005-06-25T11:47:00.000-07:002005-06-25T12:05:09.720-07:00

Today, my friend CPT PYRO and I went to town to kill some time. On our way through town we noticed a cut out of Elvis Presley outside a local music store. The cut out had him in his army uniform. We started talking about him and the career he had before he joined the army and how joining the army showed a lot of courage. To me, for this man to stop in the middle of his fame and join the military

Blazehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14436972112820338787noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13306100.post-1119476713686946782005-06-22T14:35:00.000-07:002005-06-22T14:45:13.700-07:00

I have finally figured it out. It will probably make me rich. I know people have a hard time understanding me sometimes so just bear with me. I was at work earlier today and something bad happened. I tore a big hole in the crotch of my pants. No big deal right? WRONG! My dumbass went commando this morning because I was too lazy to do laundry last night. So I'm standing there in all my greatness

Blazehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14436972112820338787noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13306100.post-1119384839504940752005-06-21T13:11:00.000-07:002005-06-21T13:16:53.843-07:00

For those of you who don't know CPT PYRO is a good friend of mine. We have been friends for about 8 or 9 years. CPT PYRO is a gadget whore. He has to have the best of everything on the market or he will go into convulsions and DIE. Seriously, he really does have the best of everything that he wants. If something new and exciting comes out on the market he'll run out and get it, regardless of the

Blazehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14436972112820338787noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13306100.post-1119302949110072692005-06-20T14:13:00.000-07:002005-06-20T14:29:09.116-07:00

I'm finaly able to post again. My life is no longer over.For the past few weeks my computer has been down due to a hardware problem. I've a friend that fixes computers on the side and he's been working on it for me. Any way, approx 2 weeks before my computer died a good friend of mine introduced me to blogging. Before this intro if you was to ask me what blogging is I probably would have said a

Blazehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14436972112820338787noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13306100.post-1118023164954995352005-06-05T18:47:00.000-07:002005-06-05T18:59:24.956-07:00

I often wonder if other peoples thought process is the same as mine. What I mean when I say this is there are quite a few times that I will think of something and by the time I'm done thinking about it I'm on a completely different subject. Allow me to demonstrate: This is an actual conversation I had with a friend of mine on our way back from South Carolina.Me Hey, have you talked to Lump

Blazehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14436972112820338787noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13306100.post-1117922725368159122005-06-04T14:50:00.000-07:002005-06-04T15:05:25.373-07:00

You know, one of the most annoying things I can think of is talking to some one who obviously don't like people. They just stand there and try to focus their attention toward some sort of inanimate object hoping that it doesn't turn into a person and want to talk. Seems like the only thing you can ever get them to say is "I hate people". Is this not the most annoying thing to you? I just find it

Blazehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14436972112820338787noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13306100.post-1117836404448757072005-06-03T14:53:00.000-07:002005-06-03T15:06:44.463-07:00

Why is it that everytime I find something that makes me happy or shows me the light at the end of the tunnel, something or some one does something to take it away. For example, one time I was going through a hard time in my life when I was getting divorced and some friends of mine did some things to help cheer me up and it worked. It couldn't have been more than three days later when I got a

Blazehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14436972112820338787noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13306100.post-1117769818580288642005-06-02T20:30:00.000-07:002005-06-02T20:36:58.596-07:00

Ok, at work it takes me all of 30 mintues a day to post my comment on my blogs, check my news readers (I suggest www.newsgator.com) but at home I suffer from LBS (low bandwith syndrome), it literally takes me hours to do what takes me only a few minutes to do at work. Here lies the problem, I can't be doing this all day at work as nothing would get accomplished. So I am forced to sneak my posting

Weshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02778583838949370190noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13306100.post-1117665742717488432005-06-01T15:34:00.000-07:002005-06-01T15:42:22.720-07:00

I've noticed over the past couple of years that women are more attracted to married men then they are single men. I don't know why this is, but I do know of a few people who have taken advantage of this fact. My friends that are married don't cheat on there spouses but a few of my single friends have taken it to the next step. One of my buddies went out and bought a wedding band to help him meet

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