Well i had a relaxing saturday
i got back from dallas in 3 hours - we made unbelievable time
the soccer guys lost - to a great team - it was a good game - but a big ol' let down -
well i'm out to eat saltgrass - and they play some poker maybe
thanks, to all of my friend who still read this - God is good, all the time
Saturday, March 29, 2003
Tuesday, March 25, 2003
Saturday, March 22, 2003
I am not quite sure how many of my blog readers happen to read also jon boben's blog
but now i'm going to paste exactly what he wrote in one of his most recent posts of the war
thank you jon, for being a great guy and organizing your thoughs thus:
"Alright, now that we’re actually at war, it’s time to stop the ridiculous protests. We’ve heard your message, and most of us disregarded it. “No blood for oil,” you chant down the drag, ignoring the fate that could have been if we let the evil dictator ignore the resolutions of the Security Council. What is a resolution without enforcement to back it? It is a mere suggestion.
Mr. Hussein,
Would you kindly destroy your weapons of mass destruction at a time that is convenient for you? The threat they pose is quite a bother to the rest of the world, and we would really appreciate it if you could comply with UNSC Resolution 1441, if you can fit it into your schedule, that is.
Thank you ever so much,
You friends at the council
How convincing does that sound? Put yourself in the shoes of the dictator for a moment. If someone sent you this letter, what would your first course of action be? Would you immediately leap off of your throne and begin to call in you cabinet to initiate the immediate destruction of the said weapons? I think not. You would probably gather up a few look-alikes, acquire a few castles, and have the said weapons constantly moving so that inspectors could have virtually no chance of finding them.
If, as a dictator, you know that there is no threat of enforcement, there is also no motivation to comply. In fact, you can continue to kill and rape the people over which you rule. You can have a team of scientists to develop nuclear, chemical, or biological weapons. You can continue to be a threat to the world; a thorn in its side.
But everyone longs to be loved. That’s what a lot of us live for. Soon you, too, will seek love. Where will you find someone that can look past all of the evil deeds you’ve performed over the years? Luckily for you, there are plenty of people who will do so. First, you can turn to a Baggett munching, cheese eating, wine drinking, smelly bunch of cowards that we call the French. Jacques Chirac, the President of this socialist wasteland, was quoted as saying, "As far as I'm concerned, war always means failure." It has become apparent over the years, that France has almost become synonymous with failure. Perhaps instead of freedom fries and freedom toast, we should have failure fries and failure toast. Though somewhat less appetizing, the name is significantly more relevant to this embarrassment of a country.
You’ll also be able to find allies in ignorant protestors all over the United States. Their country gives them the right to protest its actions, and they will use that right to the fullest extent. Liberal universities will cancel classes so that students may go into nearby towns and cities to protest the war with your nation. Streets of major cities will be blocked off by hundreds and hundreds of bodies. You are very lucky, Mr. Dictator, that these people haven’t the ability to comprehend what the future will be like if your regime isn’t decapitated.
A dozen people standing around a statue of a dead man holding signs probably aren’t going to cause Washington to shut down, and the war in Iraq to immediately end. If it makes you feel good about yourselves, then by all means continue to protest the war that is currently going on. (Heaven forbid we would inhibit you from inflating your ego!) Take a stand against the quarter of a million American troops that are currently in the gulf fighting for your right to take a stand against them. Quite a paradox, isn’t it? But, if for some reason you actually wanted to help the world to become a better place, perhaps you should cut your metaphorical hair, stomp out your metaphorical flowers, get yourself out of the Vietnam War era fantasy you're stuck in, and go become a productive member of society. No one wants to listen to you anymore.
According to the Houston Chronicle, the Harris County Democratic Party passed a resolution saying it "opposes a pre-emptive war against Iraq without the support of the United Nations Security Council." Well, thank goodness. I know the entire world was on the edge of their seats waiting to see how the Harris Country Democratic Party felt about the war. I don’t know what would happen to the situation overseas if the county party organization wouldn’t have publicized this 15-1 vote."
Ladies and gentlemen,
Jon Boben
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but now i'm going to paste exactly what he wrote in one of his most recent posts of the war
thank you jon, for being a great guy and organizing your thoughs thus:
"Alright, now that we’re actually at war, it’s time to stop the ridiculous protests. We’ve heard your message, and most of us disregarded it. “No blood for oil,” you chant down the drag, ignoring the fate that could have been if we let the evil dictator ignore the resolutions of the Security Council. What is a resolution without enforcement to back it? It is a mere suggestion.
Mr. Hussein,
Would you kindly destroy your weapons of mass destruction at a time that is convenient for you? The threat they pose is quite a bother to the rest of the world, and we would really appreciate it if you could comply with UNSC Resolution 1441, if you can fit it into your schedule, that is.
Thank you ever so much,
You friends at the council
How convincing does that sound? Put yourself in the shoes of the dictator for a moment. If someone sent you this letter, what would your first course of action be? Would you immediately leap off of your throne and begin to call in you cabinet to initiate the immediate destruction of the said weapons? I think not. You would probably gather up a few look-alikes, acquire a few castles, and have the said weapons constantly moving so that inspectors could have virtually no chance of finding them.
If, as a dictator, you know that there is no threat of enforcement, there is also no motivation to comply. In fact, you can continue to kill and rape the people over which you rule. You can have a team of scientists to develop nuclear, chemical, or biological weapons. You can continue to be a threat to the world; a thorn in its side.
But everyone longs to be loved. That’s what a lot of us live for. Soon you, too, will seek love. Where will you find someone that can look past all of the evil deeds you’ve performed over the years? Luckily for you, there are plenty of people who will do so. First, you can turn to a Baggett munching, cheese eating, wine drinking, smelly bunch of cowards that we call the French. Jacques Chirac, the President of this socialist wasteland, was quoted as saying, "As far as I'm concerned, war always means failure." It has become apparent over the years, that France has almost become synonymous with failure. Perhaps instead of freedom fries and freedom toast, we should have failure fries and failure toast. Though somewhat less appetizing, the name is significantly more relevant to this embarrassment of a country.
You’ll also be able to find allies in ignorant protestors all over the United States. Their country gives them the right to protest its actions, and they will use that right to the fullest extent. Liberal universities will cancel classes so that students may go into nearby towns and cities to protest the war with your nation. Streets of major cities will be blocked off by hundreds and hundreds of bodies. You are very lucky, Mr. Dictator, that these people haven’t the ability to comprehend what the future will be like if your regime isn’t decapitated.
A dozen people standing around a statue of a dead man holding signs probably aren’t going to cause Washington to shut down, and the war in Iraq to immediately end. If it makes you feel good about yourselves, then by all means continue to protest the war that is currently going on. (Heaven forbid we would inhibit you from inflating your ego!) Take a stand against the quarter of a million American troops that are currently in the gulf fighting for your right to take a stand against them. Quite a paradox, isn’t it? But, if for some reason you actually wanted to help the world to become a better place, perhaps you should cut your metaphorical hair, stomp out your metaphorical flowers, get yourself out of the Vietnam War era fantasy you're stuck in, and go become a productive member of society. No one wants to listen to you anymore.
According to the Houston Chronicle, the Harris County Democratic Party passed a resolution saying it "opposes a pre-emptive war against Iraq without the support of the United Nations Security Council." Well, thank goodness. I know the entire world was on the edge of their seats waiting to see how the Harris Country Democratic Party felt about the war. I don’t know what would happen to the situation overseas if the county party organization wouldn’t have publicized this 15-1 vote."
Ladies and gentlemen,
Jon Boben
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Tuesday, March 18, 2003
Saturday, March 15, 2003
Wednesday, March 12, 2003
Well i just got back from exciting Port Aransas - there was not alot to do there but our family managed to have a good time - i'm glad we went. Some of the things we did included: deep sea fishing, having the most miserable lunch ever, playing the most God-awful golf course ever...you might think that you've played it - but ya know what - you havent...unless you've played "Coral Dunes" or whatever its called...it was horrid...more on that later..., and walking up and down a beach with sand as hard has pavement.
Anyhow - so tuesday our family decides to find a golf course in Port Aransas - and not expecting Augusta, we call around and find this course - Dunes whatever...and decide to give it a whirl - so we go in to the "pro-shop" which is nothing more than a temp. trailor - since the new "club house" was being built beside it - it was actually very impressive looking but - why they had a 2 story building for this course...God only knows...anyhow - we walk in and this lady - very nice- looks up and asks us if we were "spring breakers" in to play some golf - and my dad informs her that we are...so she says - ya know what - i'm gonna give you guys a discount - so she charges us 15 bux per person - to walk 18 holes (which turned out to be walking the same 9 "holes" twice) So we get out there and we're fixing to tee up but the groundskeeper/marshall comes up to us and asks us if we've ever played here before -and we tell him that we havent and he says - well could ya'll just skip number 1 and come back to it later since i have to finish taking care of the greens? we agree - and then he informs us that ... now get this...the second hole- you just follow the cart path to get to it...and we all just smile but - as soon as he was out of earshot - we were laughing...i guess we looked pretty pathetic - anyhow- the "golf course" was set up that you have to play these 9 - par 3 holes - twice...but there is 2 different tee boxes and on the "big" greens - there were 2 different colored flags -the red boxes and flag were for the first hole and the blue boxes and flag were for the back 9 - anyhow - it was nuts- never did i ever use anything higher than a 8 iron and i used my pitching wedge to tee off most of the time...and the funniest parts - i have pictures - was one of the holes - numbers 7/16 i think it was - was about 40-49 yards long and all of us used our PUTTERS to tee off and put it to the green...it was hilarious - guess ya had to be there... well i'll spare you the story of Betty - the forgetful/alzheimers waitress from west texas who hated canned clam chowder...and how it took us 20 minutes to get our food at a local joint for lunch...granted it was crowded but 3 groups came, ate and left before we got our food - it was probably longer than 20 minutes...it was crazy...anyhow - we had fun...go to relax...caught some sharks from the deep sea - ate them for dinner...and now i'm back to enjoy the rest of my spring break - i love my family - God really has blessed me...
i'd like to play some poker- after watching the world championships on ESPN - this week were an amatuer won - beating out all these "seasoned professionals"...after a 6 hour long stand at the table...
anyway - aloha - call me if you'd like
Anyhow - so tuesday our family decides to find a golf course in Port Aransas - and not expecting Augusta, we call around and find this course - Dunes whatever...and decide to give it a whirl - so we go in to the "pro-shop" which is nothing more than a temp. trailor - since the new "club house" was being built beside it - it was actually very impressive looking but - why they had a 2 story building for this course...God only knows...anyhow - we walk in and this lady - very nice- looks up and asks us if we were "spring breakers" in to play some golf - and my dad informs her that we are...so she says - ya know what - i'm gonna give you guys a discount - so she charges us 15 bux per person - to walk 18 holes (which turned out to be walking the same 9 "holes" twice) So we get out there and we're fixing to tee up but the groundskeeper/marshall comes up to us and asks us if we've ever played here before -and we tell him that we havent and he says - well could ya'll just skip number 1 and come back to it later since i have to finish taking care of the greens? we agree - and then he informs us that ... now get this...the second hole- you just follow the cart path to get to it...and we all just smile but - as soon as he was out of earshot - we were laughing...i guess we looked pretty pathetic - anyhow- the "golf course" was set up that you have to play these 9 - par 3 holes - twice...but there is 2 different tee boxes and on the "big" greens - there were 2 different colored flags -the red boxes and flag were for the first hole and the blue boxes and flag were for the back 9 - anyhow - it was nuts- never did i ever use anything higher than a 8 iron and i used my pitching wedge to tee off most of the time...and the funniest parts - i have pictures - was one of the holes - numbers 7/16 i think it was - was about 40-49 yards long and all of us used our PUTTERS to tee off and put it to the green...it was hilarious - guess ya had to be there... well i'll spare you the story of Betty - the forgetful/alzheimers waitress from west texas who hated canned clam chowder...and how it took us 20 minutes to get our food at a local joint for lunch...granted it was crowded but 3 groups came, ate and left before we got our food - it was probably longer than 20 minutes...it was crazy...anyhow - we had fun...go to relax...caught some sharks from the deep sea - ate them for dinner...and now i'm back to enjoy the rest of my spring break - i love my family - God really has blessed me...
i'd like to play some poker- after watching the world championships on ESPN - this week were an amatuer won - beating out all these "seasoned professionals"...after a 6 hour long stand at the table...
anyway - aloha - call me if you'd like
Sunday, March 09, 2003
Friday, March 07, 2003
Wednesday, March 05, 2003
here it is wednesday- the week is already half over - its so nuts how time flys by
well no FCA - because the ACLU won their complaint hearing and now every club cannot convene until
new paperwork is passed...crazy...but ya know what - thats ok - no skin off my back
i dont support it but, ya know what, what can i do but be firm in my beliefs and live a good Christian life (or try to)
if all i do is piss and moan about it - what good does it do me? jack crap - thats what...
so - i'll do what i can to show these "homosexuals" what i believe to be truth...but i refuse to have my lifestyle changed by one club
being allowed...ya know? To each his own...
well no FCA - because the ACLU won their complaint hearing and now every club cannot convene until
new paperwork is passed...crazy...but ya know what - thats ok - no skin off my back
i dont support it but, ya know what, what can i do but be firm in my beliefs and live a good Christian life (or try to)
if all i do is piss and moan about it - what good does it do me? jack crap - thats what...
so - i'll do what i can to show these "homosexuals" what i believe to be truth...but i refuse to have my lifestyle changed by one club
being allowed...ya know? To each his own...
Sunday, March 02, 2003
wow what a day
i suppose this will show up as sunday but - on saturday i decided to go up to college station to watch the fightin' texas aggie basketball team play OU.
to start of the day, i went up to the student building and met up there marti and matt and michael miori and steven miori and morris and we decided to pick up bobby and chelsea - so - we all would meet up at the mcdonalds on 2920 and 249, and as we (marti, miori and I) arrive, i see morris and chelsea walking toward his truck with food, and i get out of my car and hear "No!" from morris...and i see chelsea laugh - morris seemed to have left his keys in his car - RUNNING! and went to get food. i cant imagine for the best of me - how on God's green earth - steven morris could have done that...so we head to a&m - in 2 separate cars while morris waits for Ray - his dad to bring him a key...unbelievable - morris - thats why you werent in the top 10 percent or ever 15 percent for that matter...HA!
anyway - as we are to meet our friend at the freebirds on university - we drive over there in my mom's suburban and park it in a row of empty spaces nearby a 7-11 and we go to get some food, and leave to go to the game in our friends car...after the game...we come back to see.........NOT my mom's suburban, and to make a long story short, we go to way out in bryan to some po-dunk backwoods roads where we wait for the tow-trucker to arrive w/ my mom's burb - so we beat him there...there is pictures...marti has them and i'll try to post them soon...so we get the burb and we go to get some MORE freebirds and head home -where chelsea and i had a great talk - then to britts for a lil bit then out w/ jon boben - where we talked for about 1.5 hours about life...and its true meaning...ask us we think we know that we've figured it out...we think...any how
tom. is sunday...or actually today is
i just saw the second half of shawshank redemption...one of the best movies ever
i suppose this will show up as sunday but - on saturday i decided to go up to college station to watch the fightin' texas aggie basketball team play OU.
to start of the day, i went up to the student building and met up there marti and matt and michael miori and steven miori and morris and we decided to pick up bobby and chelsea - so - we all would meet up at the mcdonalds on 2920 and 249, and as we (marti, miori and I) arrive, i see morris and chelsea walking toward his truck with food, and i get out of my car and hear "No!" from morris...and i see chelsea laugh - morris seemed to have left his keys in his car - RUNNING! and went to get food. i cant imagine for the best of me - how on God's green earth - steven morris could have done that...so we head to a&m - in 2 separate cars while morris waits for Ray - his dad to bring him a key...unbelievable - morris - thats why you werent in the top 10 percent or ever 15 percent for that matter...HA!
anyway - as we are to meet our friend at the freebirds on university - we drive over there in my mom's suburban and park it in a row of empty spaces nearby a 7-11 and we go to get some food, and leave to go to the game in our friends car...after the game...we come back to see.........NOT my mom's suburban, and to make a long story short, we go to way out in bryan to some po-dunk backwoods roads where we wait for the tow-trucker to arrive w/ my mom's burb - so we beat him there...there is pictures...marti has them and i'll try to post them soon...so we get the burb and we go to get some MORE freebirds and head home -where chelsea and i had a great talk - then to britts for a lil bit then out w/ jon boben - where we talked for about 1.5 hours about life...and its true meaning...ask us we think we know that we've figured it out...we think...any how
tom. is sunday...or actually today is
i just saw the second half of shawshank redemption...one of the best movies ever