This is a completely different topic than what I’ve been posting recently, but it’s something that I can go on about for hours. I was reading over my blog the other day, and I realized that I hadn’t said anything about the War in Iraq for a while. With last monday being Memorial Day I got to thinking about all of it. Again I came to the conclusion that the War is stupid…and I think most would agree. Then today I read this article…and it confirmed my conclusion.

“Shots were fired to disable the vehicle,” the military said in a statement e-mailed to The Associated Press. “Coalition forces later received reports from Iraqi police that two women had died from gunshot wounds … and one of the females may have been pregnant.” Jassim’s brother, who was wounded by broken glass, said he did not see any warnings as he sped his sister to the hospital. Her husband was waiting for her there. “I was driving my car at full speed because I did not see any sign or warning from the Americans. It was not until they shot the two bullets that killed my sister and cousin that I stopped,” he said. “God take revenge on the Americans and those who brought them here. They have no regard for our lives.”

You can read the rest of the story here.

2,471 dead US soldiers and 17,869 have been wounded in Iraq. And there is no count for the tens of thousands of Iraqi’s that have died, because of greed.

Mr. President please can I ask you just once
Why do you kill them for fun?
You grin at me and pull the trigger in my direction
While I plead, please give us our sons

Thou shalt not kill but I can still hear the sounds
Of Jezebel laughing in the background
You lived by the sword, now you’ll die by the sword
When God says make love not war
You spilled blood on the floor

Don’t be so blind, can’t you see people are dying
Don’t be so blind, the fault is yours and your noose you’re tying

Don’t be so blind, can’t you see people are dying
Don’t be so blind, can’t you see people are dying out there,
Out there, I can still smell fresh blood in the air

It’s making me sick just to watch the body count
Ten thousand dead & rising
Your cup has been filled, may God be my judge
I wash my hands clean of this gore
You spilled blood on the floor

A small post to describe Tory Perkins.

• She is “hip”.
• She is funny.
• She has a contagious laugh. And there is atleast one time a day when we are both doubled over in laughter….I have no idea what it’s about, but when she laughs, I laugh.
• She is full of wise wisdom.
• She’s “a comfort in time of storm.”
• She tells funny jokes.
• She likes funky beats. (like me)
  She has a nifty computer.
• She’s an inspiration. I want to attain her humbleness.

Notice…she is not cool (that would be an understatement). She is smashingly awesome!

Chuck, on the right with the snazziest hat.

In good nature friendliness I would like to first congratulate Virginia for winning the NCAA Lacrosse championship. They had an undefeated season. Not to shabby if you ask me. But I would like to state my opinion. If Duke had not had their lovely little scandal and therefore a canceled season, they would have won. No doubt.

Thinking of No Doubt, Gwen Stefani had a boy. The baby boom is not just a Family thing. Weird. And it’s continuing and striving. Even better.

Really though it is a good thing.

Jesus loves the little children all the children of the world.

God has the little bitty babies in his hands.

You gotta be a baby to go to heaven.

And so on and so forth.

The Mavs are up 2-1. Heat up 3-1. May the Sports god continue his goodness. May he last forever.

Amen?

Boo

She is cool. No doubt about it. I chose today because today is Monday, and while everyone else (maybe not all but most of us) is always down with “a bad case of the Monday’s” Boo is happy and spunky.

What I like about you/her.
“You really know how to dance.”

She has a good temper. I’ve only seen her mad once. Once in 3 months. She’s impressive.

She dresses nice to the office. While everyone else is dressed in jeans/shorts and t-shirts and sporting flip flops or Crocs, she’s dressed in business attire with heels.

She has a pretty smile, and she likes to show it.

She has a beautiful blush when she’s embarrassed.

She has great ideas.

She also has a great voice and writes awesome songs. (so many musical people these days.)

And I leave you with this phrase of song, “She has curly brown hair, laughing eyes, cute and funny she’s my type”

Sonia is a pretty seniorita. And today just so happens to be her 18th Birthday. Happy Birthday Sonia!

What a coincidence that her birthday happens to be on her dedicated post day. Am I good, or am I good?

What I like about Sonia?

She’s young. Haha…we were under eight-teen buddies for a whole 5 months, but now she went off and left me lagging behind. Oh well, we all grow up.

She’s a perv. (It seems like I know a lot of those kind of people).

She’s a good kitchen deacon. (Who does not love a good kitchen deacon?) What makes her a good kitchen deacon you might ask? Occasionally she buys CHEDDAR CHEESE! I love cheddar cheese. And once, she bought it just because I asked her to. WOW! Just for me, well everybody took part of it. No I’m not selfish.

She’s easy to talk to.

She’s smart.

She’s beautiful.

She loves to party and do everything….Heh…well not really, but she does like to party…sometimes.

She’s a lover of animals…I think.

And she is all of this and more. Happy, Happy Birthday. To you we sing this song. Happy, Happy Birthday! Oh, won’t you sing along?

I have the honor of living with 6 single, hot, fun, females. Each one has there own unique (don’t you just love that word) personalities. And I have just got a whim to tell you the world about each one. I’ve decided to give each the honor of having one post dedicated to them. So for the next 6 days I will write up something about each. Clever no?

The first shall be dedicated to the beautiful Dulcinea. What I like about her? That is the wrong question. What is there not to like about her? heh…well her freaky cleanness sprees? (No, even in that I have to love her.) I mean atleast the room gets clean.

There is one thing though…She’s a Kentucky Wildcats Basketball fan. Ewwee…barf, gross, disgusting. “But love covereth the mulitude of sins.” Right?

She’s the one in the Blue shirt. On the right.

Okay well, now about Dulcy. She’s a pervert. A complete pervert. Everything and anything can be changed when Dulcy’s around. But somehow her pervyness isn’t a turnoff.

She has ghetto style. She has more than me, and she’s a white girl. (Man everybody has more than me.)

She’s honest. Bluntly honest, which is nice, because atleast you know that she isn’t kissing up.

She has spirit, or soul, depending on who you are and what part of the continent you come from.

She has an awesome voice. (She sounds best high, so when she sings keep reminding her to go an octave higher.)

She’s outgoing. She inspires me to follow.

Last but not least, she’s a Mavs fan.

Things to look forward to with her: We are aspiring, really want to be’s Salt of Earth back up dancers, or any band who wants us. So if you guys could spread the word for us, that would be great. We’re really, really good. Ask Chuck, she knows. She’ll tell you.

And Craziness.

Pure Craziness.

Smile, though your heart is aching. Smile, even though it’s breaking. There will be clouds in the sky but you’ll get by. If you smile through your deepest sorrow. Smile, there will be a day AFTER tomorrow. Life will be so much more worthwhile if you just, Smile.

Yeah, umm, so the Suns are one up. But…he who fights and runs away lives to fight another day.

And life goes on.

Today was a good day. Today we rearranged the CVA office. It’s pretty once again. I’m happy. There’s nothing like working in a clean office, with bright sunlight, and happy co-workers. Now…we just need food. Lots of food. Plenty of food.

I need an intense back massage. Something is wrong with me. Funny no?
Back massages are going to be a requirement for the eventual future husband whoever, and if ever he is.
He’s probably going to get sick of me. I’m probably going to get sick of him. I blame it on my sunsign. Hahahahaha….whatever.

If anyone wants to volunteer to donate their services, I will love you forever, and ever, and ever, and ever, and ever.

Amen.

The Mavs won. I can’t say it enough. It’s unbelievable. How did they do it? The Spurs always win game 7, and at home.

It was a miracle.

God is still on the Throne and PRAYER changes things.

Take that STAN! haha…haha..ha…ha…ha…heh…hmm…

The Fishers are here. But…one little one didn’t arrive with them.

A tear for you, a tear for me. Oh, how sad we…are. Haha..you were expecting “we must be”. haha. Predictably unpredictable. It’s a great motto.

My closing words: Starbucks mocha frappuccino and a Mountain Dew mixed together is the greatest thing in the world.

and Tonight is not far awwwaaaaaaayyyyyy.

Yeah tonights the night of nights. Mavs vs. Spurs, Suns vs. Clippers. Both game 7’s. Everthing is on the line. Winner bags it, losers go home.

Please God, take sides this time. This one time. Let the Mavs win.

But if not…

Then let the “Monkeys” take it all.

Last night we went up to Anahiem for NTL’s birthday party.

It was great.

I have a secret that I can’t speak of.

hehe…

and…You guys better not either.

hehe

I’m scared. I’m freaked. I’m screaming. I’m standing on my bed. I refuse to go out side. You can’t make me!

There’s another dead, rigor mortis set in, infested mouse in our swimming pond. It’s gross. I wanted to barf. I almost did barf.

“I can’t take it anymore. You’ve gone way over your board,  but remember when it rains it pours… ”

Yesterday I was on deep cleaning the kitchen. And there’s this certain section of cupboards under our microwave that was…mice infringed. Mouse terds everywhere. Everywhere! I pulled out a drawer, and there behind it was…a dead mouse. Molding. Yeah…gathering dust and turning green.

I hate mice. They’re one, if not the thing that I hate the most. Crawling, nawwing, surrounding you. Nasty. Gross. Sick.

Barf.

Onto a different subject. Here’s a quote that I found a little awhile ago, but it wasn’t until a couple of days ago that I realized how much it applies to me right now, and now…I’m using it’s deepness.

“No matter what you have or don’t have, there’s always going to be some­thing you wish you had or didn’t have. That’s life! But it doesn’t have to be such a big part of life. Life can be beautiful, fulfilling, and satisfying, even if you don’t have all you wish you had and aren’t all you wish you were.”