Has This Happened to You?

Have you ever had one of those weekends that was so much fun that you couldn't even stay up long enough to enjoy it? This weekend CPT PYRO and myself went to the lake to enjoy some time away from the working life. We invited a few friends over with the hopes of partying all night. To my suprise at around 11:00 p.m. everyone was getting tired. It was all I could do just to stay up that long. I don't know what happened. At one time I could stay up for days on in with no sleep and as much alcohol as any one person could drink. I feel like I have completely left my former self at a thrift store somewhere. How could I have gone from "party guy" to "sleepy time" in a years time? Then it dawned on me. I don't have anyone to impress anymore. The whole reason I used to stay up was to just see if I could get anyone to comment on my ability to party. Now, I don't care. If you don't like the way I party then go to a club. I'm not here to entertain you anymore. But if you feel like I do around 10:30 or 11:00 then I'll make room for you to crash too.

Sympathy for London

I would like to take this time to say that all of London are in my thoughts and prayers. Hang in there. You've helped us in so many ways. Now it is our turn to return the favor. God bless us all.

Analyze That (Redux)

To the gentleman wanting to know my calculations on a month of Sundays; I assume that when some one uses the phrase that they are refering to a 30 day month. If this is the case then 30 Sundays would be 7 1/2 months because on average there are 4 Sundays in a month. When you divide the amount of quoted Sundays by the amount of Sundays in a month your answer is 7.5 or 7 1/2.

Analyze That

I have a few more phrases that annoy the hell out of me much like they do Crazykitty, read below postings and you'll know what I'm talking about.
Not only does that timeless phrase "I haven't seen you in a month of Sunday's" bother me (which by the way I sat down and figured it out, 7 1/2 months), but the ever so clever phrase "I haven't seen you in a coon's age". How damn long does a coon live? Surely it's more than 7 1/2 months. I remember being at the zoo with my daughter and the coons we saw were at least 5 years.
Or how about this one "What in Sam Hill are you doing". I'm not in Sam Hill nor have I ever been there. I'm not doing anything in Sam Hill. So stop accusing me of such.
How many people have heard this one, "I wouldn't give a plug nickel". What is a plug nickel? Are they valuable? I've never seen one, I've heard of them sure, but even the Nazi's used propaganda. I'd be willing to bet that if you had a plug nickel and it was a good deal you'd give it.

Viola 2 The Sequel

First off I would like to thank everyone who commented on the first posting of "Viola". If you have a story you would like to share, then by all means do so. Now I have another story I would like to share with you.
CPT. Pyro and myself went out to Oklahoma one year to visit some military friends of his. We thought that while we were there that we would see the sights. We went to Geronamo's grave ( or ever how you spell it) and some other unique places. The place where the story takes off is a place called Medicine Bluff. For those of you who don't know, this is where the aboved named Native American made his famous ride off a cliff to keep from being caught by the Army. Well, after about an hour of walking around the bottom of the bluff, we decided to head back and get ready to go to the strip club. Being as excited as I am about the strip club, I ran up the cobble stone steps ( approx 50' high) to the car. When I reached the car I realized that the door was locked and I had to wait for CPT Pyro. I waited for what seemed an eternity. Finally, I walked over to the edge of the steps to see him raging mad and stomping up the steps. I couldn't figure out what he was mad about. When he made it to the top of the steps, he looked at me and said with a stern voice " get in the car we're leaving".
I couldn't figure it out. What in the world could have made him so angry in such a short amount of time? We started leaving the park and I asked him what happened. He wouldn't tell me. So finally, after 10 mins of me pestering him, he told me. On his way up from the bluff, he was having problems with his pants. They kept sliding down and he couldn't get them to stay up. When he reached the steps and went to take that first step, his pants slipped down as his leg was reaching out and it happened. He managed to tear most of the crotch out of his jeans. I laughed my ass of for at least 20 mins.
CPT Pyro, I know you're going to read this and I just want to say now, sorry bro I had to tell it.