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A.D.D. Rumblings No. 52808

1. So I see this guy walk in from lunch at work. He has a jacket on. But at the top of his jacket in the back was a coat hook hanging there. A regular hook you would hang a coat hangar on. I couldn't stop laughing. Not so much that he had the hook, but that he went to lunch with it on and no one noticed or said anything. I'm sure when he went to his office he was probably a bit surprised to see no hook on his wall. What? Did I tell him? Noooooooo! I don't tell people when they have food in their teeth either, or toilet paper on their shoe, or their zipper down. I just laugh! It's more fun that way. I especially like when you see people wearing those clear sizing stickers on their shirts that are newly purchased. Now that's funny! Lazy arses can't even wash their new clothes before they wear them!

2. I spent the weekend making a pond in my yard. It was very refreshing to be outside for so long actually working the muscles. It took much less time than I thought it would. I needed to dig a 3 ft hole, I went 4ft without even noticing. It only took a few hours to do that. I will post pics when it is finally complete. I'm still doing the rock and plant layouts, and still have to get some cool fish. It's working though and the general shape is set. I ended up making it bigger after the 2nd day, because I had extra liner to play with. Also because size matters.

3. I want a MOTO GUZZI GRISO 1100. I would look hot with this.







5. Funny, silly, absurd. Ever come across someone who refuses to tackle a problem because it is not their job? I mean they just pass along the buck because they don't know. It's acceptable they don't know something naturally...but what I don't get is the classic standard response that says - it's not my job, or I don't handle it. Annoying! Frustrating! Take the initiative to make it happen please. You are getting paid, just do something! I'm convinced laziness and apathy is genetic or at least in innate quality in most humans. Oddly enough I live where this strongest gene is most prevalent.

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4. I believe people that act professionally and are courteous in the work environment go along way to making things better for all. I also believe though, that those who fake it go nowhere and ruin it for everyone. I see people who become mousey, who become drones, who become subservient to those who are their superiors. I understand the respect that should be there, but why act like a squirming worm? Why act like a kiss up? Why become a mouse? I think there is this fear of authority that lingers instead of mutual respect that takes precedence. It's rather funny actually to see this happen especially when lower management sucks up to upper management. And the meek shall inherit the earth.

6. Garage sales, I've had a few. Big ones, Small ones, Tall ones, thin ones. Alot of work, but not worth the time in my opinion. I'm looking for an ebay store to sell my stuff. I have tried the ebay route myself, but I always end up paying too much in fees. I've got too much stuff and I want and need to simplify my life. When you die, your stuff becomes someone else's mess. I don't want to be a burden to those that love me. I want them to still love me after I am gone, and not say "what a friggin slob this bonehead was". Why do I want this???

7. For some reason I'm not very good with plants. They all die on me. I water them. I trim them. I give them plant food. Plants are like chicks, I have no clue. What's a boy to do? I will not talk to them. I used to have a plant way back when though that I called Robert. It was Robert Plant.

8. The Dodo's, Death Cab for Cutie, Snow Patrol, The Killers, Blue October, Wilco...is it me or finally do we have some good new music out there? Hey I'm always looking for new stuff to listen to. My search for the perfect song is still underway. So if you have something worth listening to that isn't new country or rap, let me know. I'm even finding some of the retread dinosaurs are putting out some decent stuff like R.E.M., Petty, and Dylan. Could just be a phase, but I would like to think that recent lower song sales are forcing musicians to put out quality stuff just to get an edge. Good for all of us.

9. I've had a few friends recently who have had their jobs eliminated. Their employer has decided to outsource their work. Regardless of the fact that outsourcing has not proved cost efficient in the big scheme of things, they are still doing it. Oh well business decisions as such are not something I can really comprehend. I am believe strongly in teamwork, loyalty, and human resources that have a real vested interest in the company. It really irks me to no end how everyone is just a number, and no matter how hard you work it really is out of your control when you work for someone else. This country is losing it's way, but most people only care what's on American Idol. Does anyone care anymore? Or are you just providing lip service and getting caught up in the rat race? Rage against the machine before it eats you up and spits you out as trash.

10. I really dislike horrible restaurant service. I mean who doesn't right? But by the same token I really really dislike overboard service. That is when a waiter or waitress stops by too often to ask you if you need or want anything. Just walk by please. If I want something I will tell you. Quit interrupting my thought process. Quit interrupting my chewing. You drive me nuts people. A great service person will just pour water without asking, will take away dirty plates knowing I'm done, and will not bother me every minute while I'm there asking me how everything is. Let me eat in peace and you'll be tipped accordingly. Hooters is the exception.

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Wings -- Tigers - Pistons

Red Wings Tigers & Pistons oh my!

Red Wings in the Finals!
Tigers still in the hunt.
Pistons in the semis.

Yet..yet..yet...they are all on at the same time. Why? Coz Gary Bettman can't understand the simplest of things like this. It's a great bar night in Detroit to see all 3 on at the same time...but geez. It would have been better to have them spread out.

Nonetheless all 3 events were sold out. That says quite a bit on how this is such a great sports town. The best sports town.

Tickets please

Hey I need a ticket to any Stanley Cup game (in Detroit). I'd be most thankful if you gave me one.

Thank you!



Wings in 6!

Watch out Kwame

This Robot conducted the Detroit Symphony Orchestra. Think he can be mayor?

A.D.D. Rumblings NO. 51708

1. I get jokes forwarded to me in email all of the time. To be honest I won't read them if they aren't first trimmed. I will not waste my time trying to wade through hundreds of emails addresses, quotations, footers, and headers. If you are going to forward an email trim the darn thing you slacker. Give a hoot, don't pollute!

2. Over the last couple of years I have seen people at street corners holding signs. Signs to sell pizza or chicken and what not. I just don't get it. I've never stopped somewhere because I was getting waived at by a sign holding person. OK maybe I've stopped at cheerleader car washes, but that was because my car was really dirty and I couldn't drive anymore with all that dirt. Anyways I wonder how much these sign holders actually get paid? I would like to know how effective these type of things are in actually getting sales. It does not work for me, does it for you?












3. The new Indiana Jones movie is out and I can honestly say I could care less. I'm pretty sure I saw the previous ones years ago, but to be honest aside from a bunch of snakes and a big rolling rock, I just don't get it. I have no desire to see this, and I bet if I did it would just be the same old stuff. There's nothing wrong with that, but I've seen it already. Hey if you see it, and it's different let me know. I am not a fan of Harrison Ford either, not since American Graffiti at least. Oddly enough I want to see Iron Man. I dig the special effects for comic book hero movies, even though I don't read that stuff. I might take the plunge and actually see a movie.

5. You've heard of The 6 degrees of Kevin Bacon right? I've been told recently by two people that there's going to be a book called the 6 degrees of Hockeydino someday. I'm cool with that I guess. Reason being, I do seem to know alot of people and at least can help people get in touch with the right people when they need to. I don't really set out to do this, it just sort of happens. Many of my friends shun away from this sort of thing, but I really don't mind being the connector. I find it amusing when someone I know looks through my photos or lists and sees someone they know. Freaky and cool at the same time. I also enjoy helping those in search of jobs by passing along resumes and contact information. Oh well such is life.

4. When it comes to classic sports on tv, my favorite of all sports to watch is two.. The one I really love to watch is old boxing matches from the 1970's. Watching Frazier vs. Ali takes me back to watching TV with my dad when I was very young. Boxing at the time was very big, and the heavyweight matches were events that lasted forever in your mind. The other is old baseball clips. Clips and highlights from anything pre-1970. I love seeing color film footage of Ted Williams or Joe Dimaggio. I used to read about these giants as a kid, and to see them come to life in color is really cool and inspiring. I love baseball if you didn't know.

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6. I know two people who have had their identity stolen in the last year. One person found out through some research that the person who installed her new windows took her credit card information and then went nuts with it. She's OK now, but it was a very rough time. I can't imagine that scenario and I don't want to. Shred Shred Shred! Better yet, pay for everything in cash.

7. Gold Parties. Surely you have heard this is all the rage these days. People are having gold parties where you can sell your gold to some dealers who come to your house. You can make some good money too. Not to mention if you host the party you get 10% bonus or something close. A couple of people I know made $900 each. We'll I've been invited and as lucrative as it is to get some spending money for my gold, I am not going to do it. If these dealers are going to pay $100 for a ring, then turn around and sell it for $200...I want to find the $200 buyer first. Besides with the value of the dollar you are not really making any money here. Hold on to your gold people, it will be worth more than the funny paper you get for it. Invest in gold instead. The gold standard is coming, that's why they want it.

8. Well I did it again. I had to drive through the war zone again, also known as the city of Detroit. What a freaking cesspool of neglect, blight, and urban decay. The roads, the buildings, the lack of aesthetic appeal really ticks me off. Please don't call me negative for identifying these things either. I would love for Detroit to be like Chicago or Toronto, but it's not even close. Sure those cities have problems and sore spots too...but at least there is a sense of LIFE in the city, not a sense of constant fear.

9. I was at a sporting event recently and next to me was this mom with her 4 year old daughter. Well the little girl wasn't exactly behaving, but she really wasn't being that bad either. Nothing out of the ordinary was happening, just alot of squirming, talking, walking, running, etc. Well the mother was constantly threatening the child with discipline, and telling her to shut up. It was non-stop, and quite honestly the little girl really wasn't being that bad if you ask me. But this mom was a miserable wretch of a woman. She pretty much disgusted me to hear her talk that way to her kid. I could not look her way because I wanted to tell her to shut up. Then she started to talk to me. She was of course cordial and very polite. The complete opposite of how she was with her own child. I could not talk to her, I just nodded. That really bugs me when people do that. And someone married that thing?

10. There's an old saying that arguing is healthy. I don't know that it is. I believe confronting problems or tackling solutions is healthy, but arguing I am not so sure. Yet I know a couple who have not been together very long. They do want to get married though. I asked her why, and she said because they get along great and never argue. Red Flag! It is possible for 2 people to never argue? What happens inevitably when they do, will it be a total shock for them? Perhaps arguing is healthy from the standpoint that at least you'll know what to do when it does happen. Does arguing show a weakness in the relationship, or a character flaw? Don't argue with me about this, tell me.

The Song Remains The Same

Zep is and always be my favorite band. Their bash, smash, blusey, metal, rock and roll groovin music just has a place on my music worship mantle front and center.

Dems

A.D.D. Rumblings No.51308

1. There's a bill being proposed for the state of Michigan to ban smoking in all public places. Cool huh? Well yeah in theory it sounds great. I personally can't stand smoking and everything associated with it - the waste of time, money, smoke, second hand smoke, nicotine stains, trashiness, cancer, emphysema, etc. But I do not at all support the government mandating such a law. It's simply wrong! It should not be the role of government to decide what is good for you or bad for you. People have a right to be stupid, and a right to kill themselves slowly if they want. If you let the government do this, then they will decide next what you can or can't eat. Say goodbye to your Twinkies and French fries people.












2. Two funerals in one week. I've had my fill of death for a while. The fact that death is going to happen at some point to everyone still never prepares you. The finality of it all, the schock, the sorrow. There are just no words when you confront it. Take a step back when looking at death, and it makes sense. Have it right in your face and all logic is thrown out the window to avoid the pain. I'm tired of it. It's killing me. Not to mention the hundreds of funerals potentially I still have to attend in my lifetime. Ugh.

3. I find it interesting that the personalities of CEO's are said to equivalent to that of evil psychopaths. This according to some psychology study I've recently read. The difference is simply acting on and choosing to do good instead of evil. Both are considered equal counterparts in the makeup of personality traits. Sounds likes Batman to me. There's also a study about to come out that says bloggers are chick magnets. Who knew?

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5. I've been wondering what do my federal tax dollars actually pay for? Well out of an estimated federal tax take of $939 billion, the biggest chunk is $337 billion that funds Social Security, Medicare, and other retirement benefits. After that $216 billion pumps up our national defense, $178 billion pays for assorted social programs, $113 billion covers student loans, $75 billion pays the interest on our $9.4 trillion in federal debt, and $18.8 billion funds all federal law enforcement agencies (like Homeland Security). I know you were wondering too.

4. I've always loved open wheel auto racing. What I don't understand though is watching time-trials. Can you say B O R I N G? Live auto racing I prefer over TV by far. The same with most sports with probably the NFL as the exception. Although hockey on HD is really awesome. The Red Wings are scaring me. Looking good!

6. Elisha Cuthbert is in this month's Maxim.

7. I really can't stand to listen to Hugh Hefner speak. As if he's some genius or has some words of wisdom to reveal? Maybe at one point he had something important to say, now he just drools alot. I'm not sure why, but I see him show up on CNN and MSNBC all of time as this great voice of reason, yet he can barely put a sentence together. Yeah yeah yeah I know.

8. Drunk Driver Michael Gagnon who killed my friends, has decided to plead guilty and assume responsibility for his actions. The trial date now becomes the sentencing date instead. Good news because a trial would have been a waste of time. Let's hope the judge does the right thing and punishment fits the crime to the maximum. Drunk driving has to stop, and if this can be an example to save more lives, then it has to be a strong punishment. Anything less, will be a crime in itself. Go Judge go!

9. The spokesperson for the terrorist group Hamas endorses clown senator Barack Obama. Now is there really more to be said about this? I thought not. But at least we know Hamas wants change too! Hey only 6 more months of campaign politics on the news, then another 2 months of inauguration junk. Election year's truly blow. Although, Ron Paul's new book, The Revolution: Manifesto is number one on Amazon, as well as top of NYT's Best Seller's list. Victory is great sayeth me.

10. I have a young friend who wants to know if it's ok to date a hot cocktail waitress, who works at a strip club. He asked me for advice on this the other day. I said if you can bring her home to mom, then it's ok. If you can't bring her home to mom, that's ok too. You need to date who you want, not what other people may want. He agreed with that, but he was hinting at more of would it reveal some character flaw on his part? I said no, it's her choice and if you like her just respect what she does. It shouldn't really matter, but it also shows she's open minded and has at least some standards in that regard. It's not a big deal. Now if she was a stripper that's a different story. Then he might have some concerns to worry about. Right?

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Amazing

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Rosario R.I.P.

He was known to most as one of the following: Dad, Daddy, Nonno, Godfather, Russ, Compari, Saro, Zio, Patrozzo, or Mr. F. Respected by many, but loved by many more. To me, he was and always will be my Patrozzo. He was for all intensive purposes my grandfather. I never knew my maternal grandfather, and my other grandfather lived in Italy . Patrozzo though took in my mom when her parents died, because that's what godparents do. He and Patrozza were my grandparents. They would do everything and anything for my brother, my sister and myself and were always there for my parents when needed. We never thought any less of them because there was no blood relation. They were and always will be our immediate family.

I can say always what my mother and father taught me, that family was/is first, everything else was second. I really didn't think there was an alternative to this fact until I got much older . When I started to realize which friends were family, and how much my family was there for me when I needed them. It's something I value, but don't often talk about. It's not that I take it for granted, I just know it exists. Patrozzo was always there for his family, always there for his friends. His legacy is getting things done for family.

My only regret is that he didn't get to hear about all the wonderful things being said about him in his passing. But I truly believe he knew how we all felt about him. In the last few years he wasn't in the best of health, but sitting with him at dinners and observing him, you could tell he was content with at least with all that was around him - his family . He could not see that well in recent years, but he would sit there listening to everything. Listening to all the Italian yelling, to all the laughter, to kids crying and playing, to the guys yelling about the score of the game, to the women chatting about the latest family gossip. You just knew he heard it all and he loved it. He loved it as much as it pained him to not be physically active any more as well. His stroke took away his ability to move around quickly and see the things he usually worked on. It was his saddest moment and it tore him up.

His biggest frustration wasn't not being to help anymore like he once could. He was hands on, and thrived at tackling any task presented to him. That itself was what he was all about. Helping people get things fixed or built. He was a master handyman and everyone went to him to get even the smallest of things done. He must have spent a million hours it seems under the hoods of cars, or taking apart washing machines, or even putting bikes together. Not to mention fixing everyone's lawn mower or light fixture whenever needed. Driving his grand kids to school or taking multiple trips up north to fix things at the cottage. He would spend countless hours taking care of the properties he owned and even find time to visit family or friends.

Looking from afar, one might think he was a little eccentric with everything that was under his plate. There was just so much, from owning apartments here and in Italy, to owning a bar, and his father's barber shop. The list of things to do and attend to never seemed to end. But that's the beauty that was Patrozzo. You see he could attend to it all, and he actually did. It might have not been the best work, but he was always determined to make it work and it did work when he was done. If it was broke, he could fix it for you. Whenever someone needed something done or explained he was there for you. In fact if you needed something fixed and didn't go to him, he would be very upset. Upset that you spent the money when he could have done it for free. So if you did hire someone, you could never tell him. But it wasn't that easy. He knew if you went somewhere else...so it wasn't even worth the trouble to even try. You didn't want to bother him, but you really didn't have a choice. It was go to him, or he would be upset. And why would you want him upset with you? So that's how it all worked. We would just call Patrozzo when it was time to have something fixed.

Stuff. Tools and stuff. I don't think there is anyone who owned more tools and stuff. All kinds of stuff. Stuff you just collect over the years. Not out of collecting but just over time. Most people including myself didn't really understand all the stuff he had. How many screwdrivers does someone really need? He needed one at arms length all of the time. That's how he fixed things, so his tools were always around. No one had more tools. It was cool though. As far as the stuff, one time my mom throw some of it out when he was in Italy. Not a good idea and he often reminded her about it! Anyways the stuff was all about being resourceful. He was MacGyver before MacGyver was even around. I remember seeing a Windex bottle jeri-rigged into the radiator of his car, and somehow that worked just fine. His stuff was allot, but it was his and that gave it character. He often said, one man's junk is another man's treasure. He said once there could be gold in that stuff. He might have been right.

My memories of him are vivid and will never go away. I don't think I could accurately list all of my memories because there are just too many. The countless hours he spent with my father trekking to the hardware store, or hauling supplies and equipment to who knows where. There were Saturdays where they left at 8am..stopped back home for some soup, then would return late at night but no one really knew what they did. They just knew something got fixed along the way. I remember listening to his World War II stories and how he was injured by a mortar shell. Often I'd hear him tease Patrozza about her cooking. Which to tease the world's greatest cook is really something to witness, as she would just give him the evil eye then yell something in Italian as he hid in laughter. I can never forget his love of cars and auto racing too. Every Memorial Day we would go to the cottage up north and listen to the Indy 500 on the radio. I'll remember him asking me questions on world history to make sure I knew what was important. He would quiz me on the politics of Yugoslavia, and list for me the 30 parties of the Italian government.

He was a kind man who always took the time to talk to anyone. His jobs might have taken longer, but so be it. That's how he worked, how he socialized, how he made things happen. Some would say he was stubborn, but the reality was he just had to do things his way and at his pace. If he didn't agree with what you wanted to do, he would still do it. I can see him and my father on the roof of the cottage yelling about the consistency of the mortar, as if they were building St. Peter's Basilica in Rome. Yet, he'd eventually agree with my dad just to keep the peace and get the job done. I don't think either my dad or he every realized they were best friends. They are both probably too man enough to admit it, but the reality is they were. It's not really talked about but my father though loses his best friend here, and I think that hurts me worse than anything.

I used to observe his arguments with his three kids, and just laugh inside. I'd laugh because they were just yelling mostly because they were Italian. Sure there were real arguments, but the intensity was just their passions being displayed and their love of life. I still laugh when I think about it, and I still laugh sometimes when I catch myself doing the same thing. He could yell right back with them, and when he had enough he'd swear in Italian then move on. If that's not love, I don't know what love is. I won't really mention either how he spoiled all of the grandkids and godchildren. It's just what he did. I loved how he had special relationships with each of them. Mike was always number one with him, and there's a picture of him sleeping on his stomach when he was just a baby. That to me captures the epitome of his persona. Christopher the engineer was the one who excelled at it all and he was so proud of him. Kristina was the princess who had his heart from day one. Jonathan was his special friend whom he probably spent the most time with. Then there's Nick his protégé. Nick the master mechanic tinkerer who listens to no one, and only follows his own heart. Of all the grandkids, Nick will grow up like Patrozzo I'm sure.

He was a Knight of Columbus and really loved what they stood far. He was above all though an American though through and through. He served in the military, married the love of his life, raised a beautiful family, owned and operated many businesses all successfully. He was an American success story. Perhaps not on a grand scale one could measure with material goods or wealth, but there was no doubt he was a rich man. He was rich because he helped everyone become better. He helped us learn, grow, and he made sure everything was working for everyone. I am a richer person for having him in my life. I'll take all the tips he's given me from his neutral political stances, to heating and cooling diagrams.

I'll remember him telling me about the rum runners of Detroit, and to always follow the money because that's where you'll find the problems. He didn't care for the Kennedy's for that very reason. He preferred honest men earning their money, not crooks. I'll remember him talking about going with my father to watch the riots in Detroit back in 1968. I'll remember driving with him in his AMC Ambassador listening to Tiger games on the radio. He'd always claim Rocky Colavito and Norm Cash were the best Tigers ever. I don't know why, but he told me that about 10 times. I remember the red and silver 1978 Chevy Suburban that he put well over 300,000 miles on, and probably had over 200,000 hours or work on it as well. Patrozza and Patrozzo would come pick us up on a Friday night with the Suburban then we'd head up North to the cottage. It was only a 2 hour drive, but it sure seemed like 8 hours of fun when you were a kid. Stopping at Birch Run to get ice cream or a burger was always a highlight. I remember him teaching me how to ride the dirt bike up north, and how to use the Vespa. Both of course were worked on a hundred times by him just to make them run just right.

I remember him letting me shoot his semi-automatic pistol in his back yard into the ground on the fourth of July. Other Detroiters were shooting in the air, but we shot into the ground because it was the right thing to do he said. It was just another tip of advice he would give whenever there was something to do. He always felt the need to explain things so you understood the ramifications of how things worked. I think it was his way of validating his efforts to make sure people were on the same page as him. Not only did he help with tasks, he helped with explaining them. Many times he'd make a statement, and move his hand up and down to emphasize a point. My brother and I would often mimic him doing that. I think we'll keep on doing that for kicks.

I spent every Christmas Day with him and countless other holidays my whole life. Now that he's gone those holidays will never be the same, but he'll still be there in spirit. I will always picture him at the table eating fruit and what seemed like an endless tray of mixed nuts then yelling for some toothpicks.

His legacy will still live on with his family and all those that he touched. That will never go away. I see all the relationships he had with all of us, and each of us will lose something - a husband, a father, a grandfather, a godfather, a friend. What a great and wonderful man to have his family live on with them in spirit forever. I close my eyes and I can hear Patrozza yelling SARO!...then him yelling back something in broken Italian/English with SARINA! He left his mark on me and I'll never forget him. I can't forget, part of who I am is directly a result of his influence on me. I'm pretty sure that's a good thing.

Thank you Patrozzo, I love you.

US Airways, no thanks!

US Airways beginning May 7 will charge customers at least $5 per leg for window and aisle seat assignments "in the first several rows of the coach cabin," but said it would offer them free of charge to its elite frequent flyer members, who "also have exclusive access to exit row seats."

No Thanks! How about you lower the ticket price and let me sit where I want? Now there's a concept. The airline industry has to be the most clueless of any business known to man. Their service sucks.

Crazy Pendulum

neato man

Synchronization

Kinda cool, although I am not sure why this is happening. Intrigued by physics and tests that prove things, but this one I am not sure what is up.

A.D.D. Rumblings No. 5408

1. I am not against horse racing per se, I am just not into it. I've been to some races and have had fun betting while losing money. But I just don't get the big deal with the Kentucky Derby. I suppose if I lived in Kentucky where there are no other sports except college basketball I might bite into it. It's just a reason to party I suppose.

2. I have a collection of personal and team trophies I've acquired over the years in my pursuit of being a great and honorable weekend warrior. Well sad to say, the pile of them is just collecting dust. What should I do with these things? Am I just holding on to them for my few minutes of glory? Aren't these badge of honor in my symbolic quest for greatness just an illusion? Should I just toss these things and be done with it? A friend said I should just take the plates off and put them on a plaque then toss the carcases. But she's just a silly girl who doesn't get it.

3. My mother raised me to never hit a woman. I never have and never will. However when a girl slugs you in the arm, is it justified to slug her back? Not in anger, but for fun. Damn that hurt.

5. 20,000 people lost their jobs last month in this country, yet we are still sending quite a bit of money over to build Iraq. Yes build Iraq where their government has recorded record profits on oil sales. Oil sales? Wait, why aren't gas prices going down instead of up here? WMD and Oil reserves were the reasons to be in IRAQ. I put $60 in my tank the other day and had to stop just because I couldn't handle looking at it. I didn't even fill it up. Things have to change, but most people just don't care! Don't let the stimulus check from the government fool you either, it's just going to help you pay for your fuel for a few months is all. What a complete joke.

4. With the cost of fuel and the unemployment rate a mess, people are looking to make some extra coin. Well if you are interested in making some extra cash on the Internet write me offline. My Internet company has a new twist to our business model that is pretty cool. It's not multi-level marketing or any garbage like that. It's strictly online sales. Perfect for stay at home moms or ambitious driven folk.

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6. Breakfast is the most difficult meal of the day for me. I just can't find anything I really like to eat or that satisfies me. I am not a bagel person, could care less about waffles. I don't have time for pancakes and they aren't healthy. I drink green tea, but won't touch coffee. I like cereal but I won't drink milk. Fast food is not an option. I guess I need to make time to make omelets. The most important meal of the day usually has me very frustrated. I need a personal chef.

7. In my friend's blog about being Done with Detroit this was mentioned as a response - "You are either part of the problem or part of the solution". I do not feel this is true at all. The city of Detroit is corrupt and essentially it is a dead city. If it was not for the 3 sports teams why would anyone want to go to Detroit? Identifying problems does not make you part of the problem. It is in fact part of the solution. Identifying the things that are corrupt, taking a step back and looking at the big picture will get you to fix the problem. And if that is running like hell from the city, from it's crime and blight, then that works just fine. If it's not spending a dime down there, then that helps as well. This socialist mentality that Detroiters have been fed has seen it's course. Even the mayor claims his constituents are essentially sheeple idiots. Mostly, they are.

8. Will someone please sponsor my friggin softball team!!!

9. I will have to admit, that in the past when the Red Wings lost in the playoffs I was a bit relieved. Sure I was upset they lost, but relieved I could get on with my spring and summer projects. I wouldn't have to adjust my schedule to the games. Now with the Red Wings and Pistons doing well, and the Tigers not out of it yet, I am sensing that I may have to readjust my schedule. All 3 of those teams are just scary good and can turn it on at any time. What a great great summer it would be if the Tigers made it, and the Wings and Pistons won. Not to mention how In Your Face it would be to the silly Lions if they all won.

10. A friend online had this message: " Love is not easy". So I asked her why love wasn't easy. She said, "Because sometimes it feels like work...The worst kind of work. I know that nothing worth having is easy and you do have to work at things." My response was that isn't love. That's a relationship issue to work at. Relationships often require work because of differences, miscommunication, and situations. Love is what drives you to fix it, or enables you to deal with things. Love in itself is entirely different. Love IS easy. But applying love to those issues, you can then find out if the other person shares that love or not. If the other person is always right, then he isn't seeing the love. Love isn't about right or wrong.