TomorrowNeverKnows

Hey all,
Brent and I are looking for an allegory/parable/metaphor dealing with the subject of when family members throw rocks at each other it builds a wall between them till you can't see or hear the other person. Anyone got an idea what text this came from?

I love you Grandpa!

I regret that I didn't live closer and I was not be there to hold your hand and let you know that I love you. I wish you could have seen me grow up and that I could have been there for you as you grew older. I hope you knew that I loved you very much and I wish I had the chance to know you better.


Passed away peacefully 12:45 PM AKST

Such a sweet baby! He will be missed. Somehow 8 years doesn't seem long enough.

This is a number to some scum-bags who are cheating old people out of money. They send a letter that looks like it's coming from Publishers Clearing House, with a "check" to cover expenses that are not covered by "PCH". This is a check that is designed to be return after they have cheated the sick & old out of $5000.00. So, Here is there number please feel free to call them and express how you feel about it!
888-290-0559 The person is going by the name of Dean, but I doubt very much that this is their real name.

My craw fish is dead.. RIP

I just caught the last half of the The Big Kahuna on IFC. I was not only reminded of what good flick it is; I found the end credits brought back some pretty good advice that is worth remembering. I would like to share it with others who might have have forgotten the advice, or have never heard it.

"Ladies and gentlemen of the class of '97:

Wear sunscreen.

If I could offer you only one tip for the future, sunscreen would be it. The long-term benefits of sunscreen have been proved by scientists, whereas the rest of my advice has no basis more reliable than my own meandering experience. I will dispense this advice now.

Enjoy the power and beauty of your youth. Oh, never mind. You will not understand the power and beauty of your youth until they've faded. But trust me, in 20 years, you'll look back at photos of yourself and recall in a way you can't grasp now how much possibility lay before you and how fabulous you really looked. You are not as fat as you imagine.

Don't worry about the future. Or worry, but know that worrying is as effective as trying to solve an algebra equation by chewing bubble gum. The real troubles in your life are apt to be things that never crossed your worried mind, the kind that blindside you at 4 pm on some idle Tuesday.

Do one thing every day that scares you.

Sing.

Don't be reckless with other people's hearts. Don't put up with people who are reckless with yours.

Floss.

Don't waste your time on jealousy. Sometimes you're ahead, sometimes you're behind. The race is long and, in the end, it's only with yourself.

Remember compliments you receive. Forget the insults. If you succeed in doing this, tell me how.

Keep your old love letters. Throw away your old bank statements.

Stretch.

Don't feel guilty if you don't know what you want to do with your life. The most interesting people I know didn't know at 22 what they wanted to do with their lives. Some of the most interesting 40-year-olds I know still don't.

Get plenty of calcium. Be kind to your knees. You'll miss them when they're gone.

Maybe you'll marry, maybe you won't. Maybe you'll have children, maybe you won't. Maybe you'll divorce at 40, maybe you'll dance the funky chicken on your 75th wedding anniversary. Whatever you do, don't congratulate yourself too much, or berate yourself either. Your choices are half chance. So are everybody else's. Enjoy your body. Use it every way you can. Don't be afraid of it or of what other people think of it. It's the greatest instrument you'll ever own.

Dance, even if you have nowhere to do it but your living room. Read the directions, even if you don't follow them. Do not read beauty magazines. They will only make you feel ugly.

Get to know your parents. You never know when they'll be gone for good. Be nice to your siblings. They're your best link to your past and the people most likely to stick with you in the future.

Understand that friends come and go, but with a precious few you should hold on. Work hard to bridge the gaps in geography and lifestyle, because the older you get, the more you need the people who knew you when you were young.

Live in New York City once, but leave before it makes you hard. Live in Northern California once, but leave before it makes you soft. Travel.

Accept certain inalienable truths: Prices will rise. Politicians will philander. You, too, will get old. And when you do, you'll fantasize that when you were young, prices were reasonable, politicians were noble, and children respected their elders.

Respect your elders.

Don't expect anyone else to support you. Maybe you have a trust fund. Maybe you'll have a wealthy spouse. But you never know when either one might run out.

Don't mess too much with your hair or by the time you're 40 it will look 85.

Be careful whose advice you buy, but be patient with those who supply it. Advice is a form of nostalgia. Dispensing it is a way of fishing the past from the disposal, wiping it off, painting over the ugly parts and recycling it for more than it's worth. But trust me on the sunscreen."

I passed my test!!! I got a 91%..... HAPPY DANCE!!!

Now I get to take 2 months off!!!


Today is a HAPPY DAY! I also got a bonus today, and work didn't suck!!!!
I am going to go eat SUSHI!

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As some of you know I am stuck an in eternal purgatory of whinny consultant, bitchy co-workers, republicans, jocks, and never-ending mounds of paperwork. It really is a soul sucking company that is now governed by Satan. Sure working for the Dark overlord does have its advantages. I mean you can drink on the job (I think this is out of necessity). The company has many sponsored parties (with lots of booze), lunches (more BOOZE), and trips (WHOLE LOT OF BOOZE). Last year we went to Vegas, and this year there is word that they are taking us to Costa Rica. However, this is but a humble attempt to divert you from noticing the hell that you dwell in. It is a cheap ploy to distract you from the fact that they are slowly devouring your SOUL. Whenever the opportunities for escape surfaces they toss money at you, or whisper sweet lies into you ear about how they will make your life easier. It may last a week or a month, but salvation never last.
Day in and day out I see how working there is slowly breaking its employees spirits. It’s crumbling them into nothing but hollow shells of what once were happy nice folk.
Well, salvation is knocking at my door and I find myself debating on whether or not I should answer it. The company looks pretty from where I am sitting. The only problem is this rout out of everlasting damnation would require that I travel smack dab in the middle of traffic Hades on a daily bases. Granted I do work in one of the lesser circles of bumper-to-bumper gridlock, but this job would take me into the second and first levels of TRAFFIC CONGESTED HELL.
The job is an offer from an old boss of mine, one that I truly respect and admire. He always kept his word, he kept a good line of communication, and he was always willing to teach you something new.

Now to get to my point:


Can someone give me an idea of just how bad is the traffic from Norcross, let say Exit # 101 off 85 to 320 Interstate North Parkway Atlanta, GA 30339? This is near CUMBERLAND BLVD SE. and Paces Ferry.

Can anyone recommend an affordable lawn service, one that does not require a year contract?
I am deathly allergic to grass, and LaughingPain is broken. His concussion is still paying a bit of a toll and his back hurts like he was hit by a Suburban.
We are getting pretty desperate. I fear that if we wait another week will not be able to find the house, and we would then have to find a sherpa to lead us to and from our home I have a feeling that will be harder then finding someone to cut the yard.
I would ask the neighbors, but I don't speak Spanish.
We also have a very hard yard to mow. It's currently very scary.

How evil are you?

I have been astonished that men could die martyrs for their religion -
I have shudder'd at it.
I shudder no more.
I could be martyr'd for my religion
Love is my religion
And I could die for that.
I could die for you.
~ by John Keats ~

Well, it official! Today has been one of those day I should have stayed in bed.
It was a suck-butt day at work, and I don't feel like complaining about that. I mean really I am use to sucky days. I have come to to accept that if I go to work, then it will suck. The only thing that keeps me going is a fantasy about how I am going to quit. I believe today I have come up with a plan. However, like any good plan it will go unmentioned until I play my hand. EVIL LAUGH...
I got a cat scan for my sinuses. That took longer then I thought, again no complains. This was truly the highlight of my day. Well, maybe the second best thing. The first would have to be the Chic Fla’ sandwich. Yeah it's been one of those day; Chicken pimping Christian fast food has made it to the top of my list.
Our house was broken into. They broke out back door in, and I am now a proud customer of ADT. Yep we will have an alarmed monitored by the police. I am not sure if I find comfort in this when I realized that I witness Gwinnett county Crime Investigative Unit first hand. It was sort of like they cloned Barney Fife one too many times. At least they took the hammer the intruders left. Let there be PRINTS... I want you to go DOWN!!!
The thief also stole my lap top, but I take joy in the fact that they left the power supply. Ha! You only have about 2 hours of use before that becomes a nice looking paperweight, stupid hoodrat bastard! I just hope the little bastard try to pawn it, and they are arrested because I have the serial numbers on a stolen list. I want them to go down, I want to sit at their trail and laugh. Ask them if it was worth it??
They stole Laughing Pains new Sat Radio. I relish the vision of them trying to get it working. I can't wait till they try to read the instructions, assuming they can read, and realize you need a subscription. Ha, looks like another expensive looking paperweight. Or better yet.... take it back to best buy. We have that being tracked by the rewards zone card. Did I mention I want them to go down??

They took my some of my jewelry; that sucks but all and all it could have been worse.

I heard this on the way to work, and for the first time listend to the words.

The sound of Silence

Hello darkness, my old friend,
I’ve come to talk with you again,
Because a vision softly creeping,
Left its seeds while I was sleeping,
And the vision that was planted in my brain
Still remains
Within the sound of silence.

In restless dreams I walked alone
Narrow streets of cobblestone,
neath the halo of a street lamp,
I turned my collar to the cold and damp
When my eyes were stabbed by the flash of
A neon light
That split the night
And touched the sound of silence.

And in the naked light I saw
Ten thousand people, maybe more.
People talking without speaking,
People hearing without listening,
People writing songs that voices never share
And no one dared
Disturb the sound of silence.

Fools said ,you do not know
Silence like a cancer grows.
Hear my words that I might teach you,
Take my arms that I might reach you.
But my words like silent raindrops fell,
And echoed
In the wells of silence

And the people bowed and prayed
To the neon God they made.
And the sign flashed out its warning,
In the words that it was forming.
And the signs said, the words of the prophets
Are written on the subway walls
And tenement halls.
And whispered in the sounds of silence.

OK, to make a long story short. Well we were in Vegas, one of our fine recruiters changed a deal on me. The unfortunate part is he didn't tell me, so now I have some gangster who is not happy with accounting. To our defense we did try to make it right. I set him up for direct deposit (something we don't normally do for 1099 consultants), and pushed his payments across. I told him 20 time to send me a voided check so I could verify the information as correct.
The guy assured me it was. I told him if it wasn't I wasn't going to be able to do another one fore him, and the payment would be rejected by the bank. Now take into account this is a highly professional person who makes well over 100/hr.... NO JOKE, this is what he e-mailed me

"Subject: Re: No Funds in my account yet

Wrong aba #
I gave u BofA wire aba #. Which dat transaction wil get rejected.

For ach transaction
Use ABA

Have them resubmit asap.
Dont whant me to cum down ther

T"

This week is going to kill me; thank god tomorrow is the last day of work for the week. Oh wait, we get to take our lap tops to vegas. I guess it's the price we pay for a free company trip to VEGAS. I did get good news that the company was sending some back to help me 20 hours a week. I have been overly stresses, and that makes it hard to focus. I find myself making stupid dyslexic mistakes.

I am pretty jazzed about seeing Love, and hitting the Revolution lounge.



At some point, after vegas, I want to have a celebration cook out. WE HAVE A NEW FLOOR!!! I must say the house is really starting to look pretty good. Tatters does great work!!

Please let me know if you would be interested in coming?

My house looks Frickrn FANTASTIC now! The kitchen is all nice and pretty thanks to x_taters_x. Who, I might add, did a fabulous job!! He ROCKS!!

I passed my test, and I think I have the video submition fixed (crosses finger). The third time is the charm, right?

My only issue is a friend, who I am having mixed emotions about. On one hand I am hopeful he will work it out. However, on the other I am not sure if I have the energy to keep up with this never ending cycle he had with relationships and drama. If I had a third hand I would be annoyed at the fact that talking/e-mailing him seems to be like playing the game telephone with his audio and visual sensory and his brain. I find it interesting how my words can be change so much when it comes to him. In fact the original meaning is completely changed... SIGH
For the record, I think he is the main rout of me being a stickler for factual reiterations. It's not that he always misinterprets my words or action, it's just when he is in a relationship. Being in a relationship seems to make him loose his fricken mind!

I also think I am at a loss as to how to help him, I just wish him well!