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Monday, April 06, 2015, 5:35:36 AM- Heheheh ;)
An old prospector shuffled into the town of El Indio , Texas leading an old tired mule. The old man headed straight for the only saloon in town, to clear his parched throat. He walked up to the saloon and tied his old mule to the hitch rail.


As he stood there, brushing some of the dust from his face and clothes, a young gunslinger stepped out of the saloon with a gun in one hand and a bottle of whiskey in the other.


The young gunslinger looked at the old man and laughed, saying, "Hey old man, have you ever danced?"
The old man looked up at the gunslinger and said, "No, I never did dance... Never really wanted to.."


A crowd had gathered as the gunslinger grinned and said, "Well, you old fool, you're gonna dance now," and started shooting at the old man's feet.


The old prospector, not wanting to get a toe blown off, started hopping around like a flea on a hot skillet.


Everybody was laughing, fit to be tied.
When his last bullet had been fired, the young gunslinger, still laughing, holstered his gun and turned around to go back into the saloon.


The old man turned to his pack mule, pulled out a

double-barreled shotgun, and cocked both hammers. The loud clicks carried clearly through the desert air.
The crowd stopped laughing immediately. The young gunslinger heard the sounds too, and he turned around very slowly.
The silence was almost deafening.


The crowd watched as the young gunman stared at the old timer and the large gaping holes of those twin 10 gauge barrels. The barrels of the shotgun never wavered in the old man's hands, as he quietly said, "Son, have you ever kissed a mule's ass?"


The gunslinger swallowed hard and said, "No sir...... But.. I've always wanted to."
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Sunday, March 22, 2015, 6:11:54 AM-
Man, I hate to jinx it but things look like theyre finally starting to swing back around to fun times at NN.

One can hope. ;)
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Wednesday, March 18, 2015, 2:43:56 AM-
Determination.

Persistence.

Focus.

Dreams.

Force of will.

Ive got em all. In spades. Looks like a royal flush to me.

*nod* I WILL have what I want. When I want it? *Snort* Why start that now? It matters not. I WILL have what I want. I am unstoppable. If need be, I will bend fate and redirect chance.

Thats the way that works.
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Saturday, March 07, 2015, 8:55:25 PM-
As I get older, I have come to realize that it's the simple things in life that I appreciate the most.

To some, it may seem incredibly mundane. Me? Im excited and pleased as fuck about this day.

#1 Slept till about 9AM.

#2 Fixed a lunch of Scotch eggs and bacon wrapped potatoe wedges for Kricky that she DEVOURED! (I did good)

#3 Its a fantastically sunny bright and warm day and Ive been out in it.

#4 Krick is off in a few more hours and we'll sit around and talk about her day and about everything thats goin on today. (Something Im happy to say happens every day)

#5 A buddy of mine here got a huge bottle of Woodford Reserve for Crhistmas from a full bird Colonel but isnt much on whiskey so he gave me anice big flask of it.

#6 I am now sipping on this wonderfully caramel sweet, smokey and smooth nectar with the patio door open to let in fresh spring air and warm weather into the house as I type.

Yup, I dont mind being a man of simple pleasures. Sadly, some people are so poor that all they have is money. Me? Ive pretty much got the best part of all worlds in the palm of my hands.

This man is thankful.

S&T
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Wednesday, March 04, 2015, 6:15:02 AM- I cant remember
I cant remember the last time I heard a song that moved me so much. I cant say that Im a huge PJ fan. I like some, I dislike others by them.

But from the first notes, to the lyrics that I could pick up, the _heart_ that was put into it, well, it pulled me in.

So I found the lyrics, read them and, while not spot on for _my_ life, the meaning behind them and. again, the _heart_ that was put into them..... Kinda made my eyes fog up when I thought of my Kricky.

This song lays bare all feelings and fears. Puts words and music to it.

My opinion? If you want to have the feels, watch the vid. Ill even post the lyrics underneath for ya.

Have a good one.

S&T



Hear the sirens
Hear the sirens

Hear the sirens
Hear the circus so profound

I hear the sirens
More & more in this here town

Let me catch my breath & breathe
And reach across the bed

Just to know we're safe
I am a grateful man

The slightest bit of light
And I can see you clear

Have you take your hand, and feel your breath
For fear this someday will be over

I pull you close, so much to lose
Knowing that nothing lasts forever

I didn't care, before you were here
I danced in laughter with the everafter

But all things change
Let this remain

Hear the sirens
Covering distance in the night

The sound echoing closer
Will they come for me next time?

For every choice mistake I've made
It's not my plan

To send you in the arms of
Another man

And if you choose to stay I'll wait
I'll understand

It's a fragile thing
This life we lead

If I think too much I can get over
Whelmed by the grace

By which we live our lives
With death over our shoulders

Want you to know
That should I go I always loved you
Held you high above, true

I study your face
And the fear goes away

It's a fragile thing
This life we lead

If I think too much I can get over
Whelmed by the grace

By which we live our lives
With death over our shoulder

Want you to know
That should I go I always loved you
Held you high above, true

I study your face
And the fear goes away
The fear goes away
The fear goes away

Aah ah, oh oh
Aah ah, oh oh
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