Xboxio

I didn't think that I would like Xbox live but I do. It's fun. Now, will I have time to play it often? Probably not. Will I renew when my time is up? Don't know.

007, aren't you about to get laid off? I wouldn't worry about making a race car. I would worry about your wife spending all your money. That's just me though.

Mungo, dude, where have you gone to? Probably humping some chick. I said "humping".

ST out

Race car up on blocks

got the Dodge Colt up on the tire stands. looks like i got a busted piston head. its going to be alot of work, but not too hard to replace. after i fix it, i might strip the entire thing down and make it into a Northstar Raceway Lightning Class race car. who knows. i would have to take out all the windows, lights, seats, reroute the gas tank to the reinforced trunk, install roll gage, plexiglass windshield and rear window, cargo net the side windows, buy a fire resistant suit and crash helmet, and some other things. i got the car for free, so ive got that paid for already. Or i just might keep it for a get me around for cheap car. I think i will do the second one.


Double O

Where did everyone go???

I spent my weekend in Vegas and now I have a brace on my wrist. I will get to that later.

Last week, I did my mission. Just one mission. I am now having my pre-eval probably tommorow and my eval the next day. We shall see. This has taken me 8 total training days to get to my pre-eval. Fast-trackin' me ya think?

Anyway... So Vegas. ST and I went riding on Saturday and it was cut short by thoughts of rain, then I was too lazy to go out again in the afternoon. Just too damn tired. We then putz around the house the rest of the day and have ill-fated attempts to get my TV that I brought down to work right with remotes that ST had. Got pissed off at them and wanted to throw the TV out the window.

Sunday, we woke up bright and early and went riding again. It was turning into a gorgeous day up until the point that I crashed and fuckerred myself up real good like. Yup, took a helluva tumble but didn't brak anything on me and extreme minimal damage to the bike. But, my wrist and shoulder hurt and my ass is sore. ST can fill in the details on how it looked since he can type much better than I can right now, plus, I didn't have the out of body experience to look at myself since I was nowhere near death... though it felt like it at one point for a few seconds.

Anyway... Mungo where you living now and why the fuck ain't you called? Chick got you by then nuts or what? Bubbles, are you divorced yet? well, you should be to make yourself happier even if it will make you go broke in child support. Remember, they can only take up to 75% of what you make... so if your broke, then so is she.

Eddie

Blind Man

I went to an optometry appointment today. If you want an adventure...try driving with your eyes dialated in bright sunny weather. WOO WOO! I am amazed that I made it home.

Eddie is driving down to visit this weekend. He is dying to go riding. The fact that it is supposed to rain all weekend is not going to deter him in the least.

ST out

Recap of the Haps...

I went and saw my kid this past weekend. It was great. We just hung out watched movies and played. Nothing too exciting on that front.

I did go out with Kevin though. We went to downtown Boise and went to a bar where we shot pool the whole time. There were some damn fine chicks there too. I got my ass grabbed by one chick, but I think it was because she was a tad trashed. I missed several shots due to these chicks who were in my line-of-sight while shooting.

Monday morning I went to the base to pick up some crap that I had left there over a year ago. Nobody was there that knew where the crap was, so needless to say it was a wasted trip. My check engine light went on while I was going to the base. There was a recall on my car for a cam shaft sensor so I figured I had better get the shit done quick now that it through the light. I drove back to Boise and got my car fixed. At about 1600 I was back on the road again to drive home. It was a long ass day.

So I get home and I am now thinking that my locks were changed to my apartment because the key ain't workin. Well, that was not the case. I accidently gave Miranda my key and took hers. Luckily I had an extra key in the car that Kev used while he stayed at my place last week after his TDY to Hill. Luck of the Irish I guess.

I have a mission later today. A Mundane 4V2 OPSAT. That is all that I did in Korea, so it whould not be too difficult, but I have not controlled on this system that they use here yet, so that will be my only challenge. I will let y'all know how it goes. M instructor is some SrA, that to me, did not seem like she knew what the hell she was doing on first impression, but we will see.

Later

Helicopter Test Pilot

i passed one of the three test that i need to be a fully licensened mechanic. I will be taking the second this friday hopefully. I have to see if the finances are in order for me to take them.

over with mungo preforming "black Ops" missions. dont know where we are going next.

lissy is doing great. julie is getting bigger. 4 months now. looking forward to going home. looks like i will be a test pilot for a homemade helicopter when i get there. a buddy of my dads is an electroinical genius and built it at home out of a corvett engine. im stoked.

roller coasters, possible tuna fishing, helicopter test pilot, little brother, and other cool stuff are awaiting me.

Double O

The Three Ninjas

1. Mungo
2. Double O
3. Lizz

We are the three ninjas. Together we will move all my possessions out of the Romanzof Half under the noses of Hillary and RoomieJulie. They won't know what hit 'em!

I'm getting kisses on the ear from one of the ninjas. I'll let you decide which.

Peace and Love,
Mungo

PS, feeling better. Drugs are good.
PPS, more to come from the new place.

Gossips

A couple of people from Beck's church are over just to introduce themselves. I am sitting up in the loft on my computer just listening. This is some funny shit. They are SOOOO not people would hang out with. They like Barry Manalow and Celine Dion! Oh crap this is great. Beck is doing a good job being interested.

If anything interesting comes up that you MUST hear about I will jump on here.

ST out

Too Funny...

Jimmy Kickin' is the new past time. I do it all the time. I think that game came out while ST and I were 4 wheelin'.

Mungo, I hope you get better bro. If you would stop kissing all those wierd chicks you would not have gotten that sick.

I am sitting at Miranda's place watching my kid for the day. L is taking a nap right now.

Not too much going on in my world. Trying to do the Yahoo! dating thing and I don't think that it is going the greatest. I have had 3 hits. One chick was just butt ass fugly, another one never replied back again, then the last one was just recently, so who knows how that will go.

Anyway, my life ain't that exciting right now so there is not much else to say.

Later

Jimmy Kickin

Mungo, what you need to do so you get better....Just stand around for about 30 minutes a day trying your hardest to kick yourself in the jimmy. Man, I mean you really have to try to kick the living shit out of your jimmy. Make sure you video tape it and send the tape to me.

It may not make you feel better doing the above task but at least you will be a little happier when I give you half of the money I win from sending that tape to America's Funniest Home Videos! WOO WOO!

Anyway, keep us updated on your sickness and catch up the bloggie when you can.

Feel better.

ST

Emergency Room

At 6 a.m. I felt like I was dying, so I called my mommy. Ma told me to go to the ER, so I did. Liz Took me. I'm feeling much better now after a ton of tylonal and codean and two liters of Saline IV and some pain killer shots and some antibiotic drip. They did a moucus culture (which was the most unpleasant thing EVER) a blood culture and a urnine sample. All tests will be completely finalized by tomorrow.

It is 11:32 a.m. If I was going to work today, I would have been there 32 minutes ago. But no, not today again... and maybe not until next Thursday! Oh, that's awful, yap, but it's the price I will pay if I want to get better.

What's wrong with me? Dunno. Neither do the docs. They have ruled out Flu A and B, they're pretty sure it's not Hepititus. They're left with either a virus or Meningitus.

Are You Down With The Sickness?

I have been ultra sick for the last 24 hrs. I missed work because I couldn't move. Elizabeth Knott has stayed with me all through the night and she is a wonderful lady.

When I am strong enough to sit up for more than 5 minutes, I'll write more. Lots to say.

Boys...

Boys, I think that the blogs are about to get interesting!

WOO WOO!

ST out

PART II

Here we go...

So I go into work and hang out in DOT until the morning briefing. Everything went fine through the brief. As soon as the brief was over a CMSgt pulls me to the side (not really, just tells me to come over to him and talk to him while EVERYONE is walking out the door) and tells me that my uniform is too faded and needs "attention" immediately. So, I go to the clothing store at lunch and buy new uniforms (for the 10 fucking months I have left in the AF) order the name tags (rush delivery) and go about my way.

I go back and tell the CMSgt that I got the uniforms and ordered the tapes. He says to me that as an NCO we should not be having this conversation. Asks me if I understand and I reply "Yes Sir." He comes back with "It's Chief, not Sir. Got it?" I at this point just nod my cranium yes. I am pretty much refusing to call him Chief just because he is an ass. This fucker ain't even a 1C5 he is a frickin 1C3 (some Command Post pussy) with no-where else to go so he got put in our squadron. I will continue to call him sir just to piss him off because, frankly, I don't give a FUCK what his opinion is. I reserve the use of Chief for people that I actually respect. I understand respecting rank, and I also understand respecting a person. He can't give me paperwork for some stupid shit like calling him sir. He can try to find other shit, but I don't do anything (more like don't get caught) bad enough to receive paperwork. This is going to be a fun ride.

WOO WOO!!!!

So, other things today...

I finish Block I today in training that I looked at for the first time at 0900. I plan on doing one or 2 more blocks tomorrow. There is no way these fuckers are going to try to nail me by saying some shit like I am lazy and am not trying. I will still give at least 85% of my energy to the AF. Fuck them, the other 15% is mine. I deserve it after being in for damn near 9 years of busting my ass the whole (or at least 98% of duty time) time.

I did go home early today after being cleared off by the NCOIC of training so I could talk to my landlord. I decided on the new carpet. They would have jacked the rent when it came to re-up in the 2 bedroom. The new carpet gets started being put in tomorrow and continued on Wednesday. I have to move furniture from one room to the other so they can pull up the old shit and lay down the new shit. They are also replacing the pad and spraying some enzyme shit on the floor underneath the mat so they guarantee that there will be no odor. I am guessing the shit works, but we will see.

Well, that's enough for right now.

First day back at work (part 1)

It sucked.... I need to go do shit.

I will explain more later... tonight...

Eddie

Funny Relation

So I was reading ST's blog about Martha Stewart and I saw him use the initials M.S. This immediately made me think of MicroSoft. I wonder if they are in some shit together. I bet her and Billy-boy get it on. eeewwww....

Anyway, So today I talked to my apartments office people. OK, one person in particular, the chick that was here when I got the apartment. The manager was not here. Well, to inform y'all, I have an apartment with the distinct smell of animal piss. More than likely cat piss. Dog piss smells different. It all started when I had cable put in and they pulled up a piece of the carpet to put the cable under and the smell decided to lurch out and then overpower the place. Not to mention that the smell originates right near the FUCKING INTAKE FOR THE CENTRAL VENT!!! So anyway, they tried this spray shit that didn't work. I went back in today, 1. because I knew she would be the one that I would talk to, and 2. It needed to be talked about and I figured she would be the most helpful. So here are my choices that I have....

A. Keep this apartment and get all new carpet.
B. Take another apartment that is not a re-done model.

Here is the kicker though, the other apartment would be a 2 bedroom, 1 & 3/4 bath. I would have to move all my stuff over to the new place and re-set my cable. BUT.... I would be paying the same price as I do now for the 1 bedroom. I would, however, have to rent a washer and dryer from them at $30 a month because that one does not have one already in it, just hook-ups.

I don't know what I am going to do. I am seriously considering taking the 2 bedroom. I will have to move all my shit around anyway for them to put in the new carpet. So why not just move across the parking lot.

I am going to call ST and see what he thinks. I would call Mungo and OO but I don't know their # and their thinking styles are way off from what ST and mine are. No offense, that is just how it be.

Pondering the move,

Eddie

Martha Stewart

Topics I want to cover: 1) Do we really give a crap? 2) Life in prison. 3) House arrest. 4) Stock. 5) What does this say about the American public?

Okay. Do we really give a crap about Martha Stewart going to jail? I don't personally know anyone who cares or even wants to hear about it. Apparently there are people out there that REALLY want to know all about everything ole' Martha is up to. I think that she needs to stick her head up her own ass for my personal enjoyment, then I might care. Personally, I think she got what was coming to her. All the reports of how mean and freaking nuts she is to everyone makes me WANT her dumb ass in jail.

I don't think that Martha's time in jail was very hard. Although I am willing to bet that she will come out with a book telling about how life changing it was for her not to be waited on hand and foot. I am sure that the book will be a best seller, making M.S. tons of money. Joy, I can't wait.

House arrest for Stewart is a flippin joke no matter how you look at it. She is under house arrest at a place normal people would pay to go to for a damn vacation! Hello! Oh, she gets to leave for 48 hours a week to go to "work" and church. Work? What does her work consist of? Probably telling someone to kiss her ass (which they probably do). Poor Martha! I am sure that she will learn her lesson.

A convicted felon get's out of prison and that person's stock goes up 13%. You have got to be shitting me, right? There isn't any more to say on that. Pathetic.

Now, what does all of the above say about the American public? Folks, it's just not a good sign when a person is convicted of a felony and it makes them more famous and richer. Yes, this happens with rock stars and the like all the time but we expect them to be idiots. Martha Fucking Stewart is the queen of house crap. She appeals to house wives and yuppie idiots! Apparently, even this segment of America seems to think that it's no big deal to just try and cheat the system. Maybe someone needs to tell these "loyal" fans of hers that she was convicted of trying to cheat the very people that made her rich! What do these people think insider trading is going to do? Help the stock holders? Make them richer? Please.

America needs to start holding some of these ass holes accountable for their actions.

Thank you.

ST out

Quixtar = Just Say No

Have you ever heard of Amway? Quixtar is just the internet arm of Amway. Run away.

The link below will explain how the whole pyramid thing works. http://skepdic.com/amway.html

I would not walk away from this but I would just straight up fucking RUN away. The people that try and recruit you are just trying to make money. The only way you would make money is by recruiting people to.

ST out

iPod

My friend, Fish, the guy that came up to AK with Double O and I, found HIS iPod in the snowy streets of Minneapolis. He said there were a bunch of hip hop songs on there that he mostly deleted, but other than that, the 10 GB iPod worked fine.

My friend, KidKenny, a guy you haven't met yet but is cool, found HIS iPod in the snowy parking lot of Dimond Center. He said he was evacuating for the second shooting there in as many months, deleted all the hip hop, and input all his cool indie stuff.

Why Can't I Be So Lucky!?

Mungo

PS, ST, what do you know about these guys? Some dude's trying to get me to join his cult. I mean, I want to be making $60,000 - $100,000 year in 5 years' time, ya. Who wouldn't, especially if I have control over my own time and I only have to work 10 hours a week...

Just Chillin

I am sitting here just ripping a bunch of my old CD's into mp3's. They will then make their way on to my iPod. I thought the whole iPod thing was stupid...until I got one. DAMN! Just the fact that you can carry thousands and thousands of song in your pocket and they sound great! It was sure nice at the DMV for two and half hours.

Got to put in another CD now...be right back.

I just took out Duran Duran's Decade album and put in The Eagles' When Hell Freezes Over. As you can see I am going back in to my collection to get out the CDs that I have almost forgotten about.

Okay, I am off to play now. Actually, I am off to beat my kid because she keeps getting out of bed and turning on her light. Okay, so I am not really going to beat her but I am going to give her a stern talking to.

ST out.

yadrutaS nO kroW oN

Yep you read the title right. I don't have to work this Saturday! WOO WOO.

Of course it is supposed to rain so joy to the freaking world!

ST out

(I am not an animal)

They've made an action figure out of Mungo.

This is being a weird morning.... Campfirelung and Andrew Twelfthcup haunted my dreams.

DUH!!!

I know who the chick is that you were about to marry. I just didn't really remember Kali. I am still faint on the images, but I have one in my cranium of what she looks like. Also remember, Eddie does not remember shit a lot of times when he does not want to or care to.

How in the hell did you end up with more money then when you went into the place? Is gambling legal in AK now?

I want to go to AK soon. Doubt it will happen, but the want is there. I also would still like to travel to the Phillippines. That would just be cool to see another country and add it to the list of places I should not go back to. No worries though, Eddie will be single throughout the trip and will not just marry on a whim... learned my lesson the first time around and that shit lasted almost five years.

That was a long 5 years... kinda like what Bubbles is experiencing right now. HA!!

Mungo... No marrying on a whim for you either. Don't get hooked up with a chick like Aandrea (who the fuck spells Andrea with 2 A's anyway?) Makes it look like Aaron or some shit like that. Well, if she is REALLY REALLY hot, then go for it... No objections on really fine chicks.

Later

The Chick

Aandrea Noel Reblyn Choitner... the girl I was engaged to? The 18 year old that you guys all hated. Big boobies, long black hair. Kali was her friend with the barbell in her eyebrow. Anyway, Eddie, you weren't sitting with her. But you almost left me behind at VI because I went to sit with her. Remember that?

I DID go to Leroy's, and that $9... is now $14. Who says I'm not industrious? Free Market Capitolism, Halla!

Peace and Love,
Mungo

Oddities

I find that to be very odd. maybe you have some sort of ESP or something since you are probably one of those chai tea drinking mother fuckers now.

I don't see it as a simple coinkydink. Sometimes you just get feelings that shit is going to happen and it does.

I am still trying to figure out who this chick is that I was apparently sitting with at the VI up there oh so long ago.

well, good luck with the $9 (probably $2 by now) until next Monday.

The Folly of Anomalous Intuition

Today I woke up at 10:30 a.m., boiled and ate breakfast. I then watched the entire Lord of the Rings (extended version) while lying on the couch, swallowing asprin. The movies are over now and I am suddenly bored. I have $9 to last me until next Monday. I really ought to use that for gas, but... perhaps I'll spend a few bucks at Leroy's tonight. I'd like to see PrettyLiz and BlondeLiz again. BlondeLiz and I had a very interesting conversation a few nights ago, one that left me in a peculiar mood for several days. I'd like to see her right now, check in on her health. But I didn't write tonight to tell of movies or Leroy's...

SOMETHING VERY STRANGE
I'll ask you guys to briefly forgo what skeptisisms you may have about "second-sight" and "soothsaying." I am not claiming that either of these are headlong abilies I have developed in some sort of speedball of wishful thinking, but only, what I have to report certainly smacks of it.

Two weeks ago I was riding around with Double O and told him something moderately weird. I had been thinking about Aandrea (that girl, Tigger) and our wonderful break-up 5 years ago. I also thought of her friend, Kali, who was to marry us on the big rock at Beluga Point at 3 a.m. I also thought of the walk I took TO Beluga Point and then the drive out there over the very same route to measure the distance with my trip odometer. It was on that trip that I picked up Josh, a hitch-hiker on his way to Soldotna. I decided to take him there, where he introduced me to several of his friends working as winter care-takers of the Solid Rock Bible Camp. We ate Doritos and watched Clint Eastwood movies until Sal's Klondike Diner opened. A diner I had recently visited with Mary and PrettyLiz on our Dairy Queen run. It was on that trip I was thinking of these three people: Aandrea, Kali, and Josh. It was the last two, in particular, that I could not shake from my head. This was more than a passing thought, and for some reason, I KNEW I would see them before the end of the month (February), and likely the VERY end of the month.

Two days later, a Thursday, I saw Josh. He was walking through the isles of Sportmen's Warehouse. I didn't speak to him, I was over-whelmed with the oddity of the sighting. I just stared at him as he passed me, stopped in my tracks, him looking oddly back at me. I have the guy's picture in an old photo album, a photo taken of the whole group at Sal's. It was him.

This is the moderatly wierd thing I told Double O in the car. I wasn't sure if he believed it, or if he did believe it, I doubted very much that he attatched much significance to it. I also told him about Kali, and that I was sure I'd see her again. I told him that the last I knew, when Aandrea had come back from Minnesota and I saw her at Village Inn, with Eddie, she said that she was leaving for New York, with Kali, and they were moving there for good. So, the last I knew, Kali wasn't even in the same part of the country, some 6000 miles away or something.

Monday, February 28th, the last day of the month, Double O came into the Sportsmen's Warehouse to try on some shoes. He left after deciding on a pair of Merrel Yukon's that I can get him for $35.91. (Orig. $189.99) 15 minutes after he left the store and I was joking around with Aaron and Nick (about a fart machine we put in the maniquin's coat pocket to set off when customers walked by) Double O came screaming back into the store, moving faster than I've ever seen him move before, hooking his finger at me, reeling me in. "Come on dude, she's next door. What was her name? Aandrea's friend?" We ran over to PetCo, I couldn't believe it, there she was, looking at artificial aquarium plant life.

This time I did talk to her. Must has seemed strange to her though, talking to an out-of-breath blast from the past, really excited to see her again. It wasn't so much that I was excited to see HER, but that somehow, I knew I was going to see her, on pretty much that day. She works at Evergreen Helicopters now, and since Double O is about to get laid off, he's excited to hear that Evergreen is hiring. I was interested to hear that Aandrea is in California, doing lots of drugs and trying to "make it" in Hollywood. I wish her all my best.

Maybe to you it's easy to shrug off as coincidence, but me, I'm convinced. There's been too many crazy things happening lately (things I've not even begun to mention in the blog) and this is felt far too deep inside for it to be a coincidence.

Peace and Love,
Mungo

Song of the day: "The Willful Suspension of Disbelief" - Modest Mouse

3 Responces

THE JEEP and THE FUZZ: Sounds like an interesting episode. "She will." Ha! That's too funny.

BUDGETING MUNGO'S MONEY: Yes. Sort of. I budget for my bills and spend the rest. If I were to save any of it, I'd be hungry and bored all the time. I don't have much left over after all my bills. Money goes fast up here, and I'm making less money now than I ever have.

DREAM CAR: It is never a good idea to stay in or avoid relationships when the events surrounding are greedily circumstantial... such as buying a dream car you plan to buy with the money you save working the window at Wendy's.

Don't Read From Here Down!!

Start with the post "There and Back".

Bond. James Bond

After my cop episode I make it to the mall only to find out that they don't open until 11 or 12. Crap! All that and I don't even get to go to the mall. Well, there was a Wendy's across the street and I was hungry.

Pull up to the drive through window and there is a total dork boy sitting there. I felt really bad for him since he really was the definition of dork. I feel bad for saying that since he was trying SO hard to be nice (I think that helped the dork image).

Dork Boy (DB): looking over my car, "THAT is one NICE B...M...W!"
Me: "Thanks"
DB: "BMW's are my dream cars. I really love the Spyder in James Bond."
Me: "Yeah, that one was sweet." Not really knowing what the hell he was talking about.
DB: "Yeah"
Me: "That wouldn't really work for me since I have wife and a kid"
DB: "WELL THEN! It looks like I'm NOT getting MARRIED until I am 40!"
Me: Thinking to myself. It looks like that no matter what!

I am so bad. But the Wendy's was SO good!

ST out.

God telling me something.

Sunday morning in Utah. Beck and her entire family get up and get ready for church. Me, being the heathen bastard that I am, decide to just stay home and basically screw off. Maybe go for a drive to the local mall (8 miles down the road).

Everyone is gone and I decide to get my lazy ass up and go for that drive. Cool beans. Okay, I am heading for the freeway along the very small, rural roads. I end up behind one of those old Jeep pickup trucks that haven't been sold for years. This thing is all jacked up and shitty looking going down the road. This guy is driving about 25 in a 35. Okay, not too bad. The problem is that he is VERY interested in whatever the hell is in the passenger seat of his shitty truck. He is so interested, in fact, that he is weaving all over the road (which isn't that wide anyway). His tires leave the pavment on several occasions. I back off and just wait because it is just a matter of time before this moron ends up in a ditch or something. About 5 miles and no such luck. Oh well.

Of course the shitty truck guy decided to get on the freeway as well. Great. So there I am wanting to punch it so I can merge with traffic and the ass hole in front of me is still going 25mph! No kidding! As soon as there is room I stick it and haul ass on to the freeway. As I pass shitty truck dude I honk my horn to wake him up. I didn't flip him off or even look at him (honestly). I get on down the freeway to where I can't even see the guy. I set my cruise at 70 in a 65 zone and just bebop along.

Well, wouldn't you know it. I look in my mirror and there is ass hole going at least 100 just to catch up to me. I don't know how in the hell that truck was able to go that fast but it did. He pulls up next to me and just starts flipping me off, yelling and trying to get me to pull over and fight him or something. I flip him off and take off again. Once again I can't even see him. Once again he comes hauling ass up to me and starts weaving around and shit. I move over in to the slow lane like I am about to get off the freeway and at the last minute stay on the freeway. He stays on too and keep up his shit. Finally he gets off the freeway and I keep going. I pass a couple of cops on the side of the highway just shooting the shit.

As soon as I pass them one of them comes after me. Great, first ass hole in the truck now I am going to get a ticket for going 70 in a 65! CRAP! I pull over and the cop comes up to the window and askes what my problem is with the guy in the jacked up truck. WHAT? The motherfucker called the cops? Oh hell no! The cop proceeds to inform me that the guy wants to cite me for unsafe driving. Apparently, in Utah ANY person and call the cops and have them cite anyone else. Just fill out a statement and that person gets a ticket. The cited person then has to show up in court to defend their self. The cop says that I can cite him too. Well, fuck, if the dick is going to cite me then why not jump on the retarded bandwagon?

I give the cop my stuff including my military ID. He looks at it then tells me that if both people decide not to cite each other then he will usually just let them go. I look at him and calmly tell him that I am not the one who called the cops trying to give other people tickets and shit. I start filling out my statement and the other cop shows up to tell me that the other guy has decided not to do anything. Well, joy to the damn world! He asked me if I still want to cite him and I just hand him the statment and say "no". The cop was really nice and just sits there talking about how road rage can be dangerous...blah blah blah.

The cop asked me if I was heading back to Vegas. I told him that I was just going to the mall while my wife was at church. He laughed and said, "See, if you had gone to church then none of this would have happened." I told him that I am a heathen and that my wife hadn't converted me yet. His reply was calm and serious as he walked away, "Don't worry, she will."

I sat there putting my ID's away and laughing my ass off! I think that is some of the funniest shit I have ever heard!

I think that God just slapped me upside the head.

ST out.

V.I. PUKE

This will be short and to the point.

Eddie and I were on our way to look at apartments and stopped at the VI for some breakfast. Eddie was drooling over the waitress and any other hot women that happened by. A young guy came in with his twin boys that were about 3 years old. They sat in the booth next to us so I could see them and Eddie couldn't. Good for Eddie. Sure enough...not even 5 minutes after they sat down one of the kids just pukes all over the damn table and himself.

MMMM, can I get a side of puke with those pancakes?

ST out.

There And Back

Last Friday I got off of work, came home and basically jumped into the car again to go to Utah for the very short weekend. Eddie caravanned with us. He was in his Silver Rocket:

and we were in our sweet:


The trip up there was pretty uneventful. We both set the cruise at about 85 an just went. We got in around 2300hrs Utah time, visited for a bit and hit the sack. I was pretty much wasted from being up at 0400 to go to work then driving for 6 hours after work. WOO WOO!

The rest of the trip was a little more eventful (that in the next blog). The trip home was very uneventful as well.

ST out.

Hooked up

I now have cable TV/Modem in my apartment here in Bountiful, Utah. I am liking my place more and more. I still don't have shit in my place, but I am working on that. I am at my breakfast bar sitting on a bar stool because of this lack of furniture.

I bought one of those circle cushion things. At least I can now sit in my living room without being on the floor while watching TV. I am getting a futon tommorow.

I do, however, have an air-mattress to sleep on right now and I can't wait to get the damn futon.

I went to the VI today.... twice. Breakfast and lunch/dinner (the time between both of them.) I think they are going to start recognizing me soon. There are a few cute waitresses there. None of which have been my server yet. ST saw one of them when we went there a couple days ago.

Mungo, do you actually budget out your money or do you just blow it as soon as it hits the pocket? Just wondering because you are saying you are broke a lot lately.

The site that you put up with the game was fun.

Eddie