TALK ABOUT BUSY....

Well where do I begin?

Lets just say that I am happy to report my Brother from another mother has returned to the world of line work for a new outfit. Public Circus can go to hell! My company will own them someday anyway, then they will know what "suck" is all about. Anywho, Brothat is jackin' wire once again and the S.O.B. even got some storm duty on his first week back....bastid.
Nice shiner, fag!


I also had the privilege to see my old buddy, from way back, Woody. Woody has like 18years in the US Army and has been to Somalia & Iraq more times than I would want to be.
He was home in New England with his wife, who is also active duty Army. We managed to whoop it up & reminisce about old times. My friends Christie & Corey had a welcome home get together and I walked down memory lane with quite a few people I don't get to see anymore. What a night it was!

Then, this past weekend, my lovely wife, whom I call Bapple, had her birthday. It was a good time and I am thankful to all the people that showed up at Margaritas, it meant alot to her. Consequently it is Tuesday evening and she still barely has a voice......ah, the quiet.


On one final note, those of you that know me & have known me, know that I have constantly played "Chia-Head" over the years and change my appearance quite regularly. I don't know why I do this, but I do, so I have put together a montage of my past looks, so you can all recall meeting me at least once in your lifetime:

What do you think?

"Did you ever notice they never take any fat hostages? You never see a guy coming out of Lebanon going: I was held hostage for seven months and I lost 175 pounds, I feel good and I look good and I learned self-discipline. That's the important thing.”--Denis Leary