had to make sure the windows were up in the jeep. boy i really need to get rid of that thing. no, i don't want to sell it. i wouldn't wish that #$@% thing on anybody. piece of sh**.
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ya know, i used to have this theroy about reality. what if we all were one person, and are reincarnated into other people that we know. like, once we die, we jump back in the space time continum and become somebody we know... that'd be kinda freaky.
Rule One: If you pull into my driveway and honk you'd better be delivering a package, because you're sure not picking anything up.
Rule Two: You do not touch my daughter in front of me. You may glance at her, so long as you do not peer at anything below her neck. If you cannot keep your eyes or hands off of my daughter's body, I will remove them.
Rule Three: I am aware that it is considered fashionable for boys of your age to wear their trousers so loosely that they appear to be falling off their hips. Please don't take this as an insult, but you and all of your friends are complete idiots. Still, I want to be fair and open minded about this issue, so I propose this compromise: You may come to the door with your underwear showing and your pants ten sizes too big, and I will not object. However, In order to ensure that your clothes do not, in fact, come off during the course of your date with my daughter, I will take my electric nail gun and fasten your trousers securely in place to your waist.
Rule Four: I'm sure you've been told that in today's world, sex without utilizing a "barrier method" of some kind can kill you. Let me elaborate: when it comes to sex, I am the barrier, and I will kill you.
Rule Five: In order for us to get to know each other, we should talk about sports, politics, and other issues of the day. Please do not do this. The only information I require from you is an indication of when you expect to have my daughter safely back at my house, and the only word I need from you on this subject is "early".
Rule Six: I have no doubt you are a popular fellow, with many opportunities to date other girls. This is fine with me as long as it is okay with my daughter. Otherwise, once you have gone out with my little girl, you will continue to date no one but her until she is finished with you. If you make her cry, I will make you cry.
Rule Seven: As you stand in my front hallway, waiting for my daughter to appear, and more than an hour goes by, do not sigh and fidget. If you want to be on time for the movie, you should not be dating. My daughter is putting on her makeup, a process that can take longer than painting the Golden Gate Bridge. Instead of just standing there, why don't you do something useful, like changing the oil in my car?
Rule Eight: The following places are not appropriate for a date with my daughter: -Places where there are beds, sofas, or anything softer than a wooden stool. -Places where there are no parents, policemen, or nuns within eyesight. -Places where there is darkness. -Places where there is dancing, holding hands, or happiness. -Places where the ambient temperature is warm enough to induce my daughter to wear shorts, tank tops, midriff T-shirts, or anything other than overalls, a sweater, and a goose down parka zipped up to her throat. -Movies with a strong romantic or sexual theme are to be avoided; movies which feature chainsaws are okay. -Hockey games are okay. -Old folks homes are better.
Rule Nine: Do not lie to me. I may appear to be a potbellied, balding, middle-aged, dimwitted has-been. But on issues relating to my daughter, I am the all-knowing, merciless god of your universe. If I ask you where you are going and with whom, you have one chance to tell me the truth, the whole truth and nothing but the truth so help you God. I have a shotgun, a shovel, and five acres behind the house. Do not trifle with me.
Rule Ten: Be afraid. Be very afraid. It takes very little for me to mistake the sound of your car in the driveway for a chopper coming in over a rice paddy outside of Hanoi. When my Agent Orange starts acting up, the voices in my head frequently tell me to clean the guns as I wait for you to bring my daughter home. As soon as you pull into the driveway you should exit your car with both hands in plain sight. Speak the perimeter password, announce in a clear voice that you have brought my daughter home safely and early, then return to your car-there is no need for you to come inside. The camouflaged face at the window is mine.
ok, ..... so yeah..... this is my first ...... blog ...... thingy ........
man, for somebody who knows computers and medical technology you'd think i'm better at this stuff. ya know, i really don't read that many blogs. i guess it's just a place to write down your thoughts. OH WHAT A WONDERFUL WHIRLWIND OF A ROLLERCOASTER THIS WILL BE!! jk. i'm really not that neurotic. well, i guess i'll just blurt out anything that comes through my head.
OK, my name is papa bear, i'll take papa smurf, papa, smurf, hey you, and a number of others, but mostly i go by papa. about to turn 30 this year, and i'm dreading the whole black balloon thing my wife says that she's planning.
i work in radiology, CT to be more precise. been doing it for almost 8 years. right now i'm working at an imaging center scanning out patients. this is the first imaging center i've worked for. not quite sure if i like it or not. i mean, i've been able to relearn a lot of computer things i had forgotten, but it really isn't the same pace as the hospital. i'm actually scheduled patients and they show up on time!! not really sure how to react about that. it's like having this lion in a pit with other lions. take one out, and throw kittens at him. now i'm not one to kill kittens or anything, but you get my point. after a while, the apeal of free lunch kinda wears off, and you want to be back with the lions.
i'm also one of those CT Technology dorks. yeah, i said it. i am a dork. dork dork dork dork. i'm the only person that i know of that can rattle off the history of CT including dates when multislice CT came about, and when the generations of CT were established. it just interests me.
i also like music. rock, jazz, techie, just about anything but country and ganster rap. country sounds too much like "my dog left me, and my wife stole my pickup", and ganster just gives me a bad impression of the whole lifestyle. it's like you got to be gangster to survive in the street. which ain't true. i've had many colleagues, friends, and others who have come up from that kind of life. it is possible.
anyway, i guess i should get back to work. drop me a line or comment, or the kittens will die.
