tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-71416807297633403522024-02-18T19:48:08.671-08:00Randy in NEBI reside in my part of the Platte River Valley in Eastern Nebraska.I've traveled to most of half the world in my younger years in the military. Now back home in Nebraska.Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13670457375607101953noreply@blogger.comBlogger63125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7141680729763340352.post-59216214288093026412017-02-12T22:44:00.000-08:002017-02-12T22:44:15.309-08:00First Blog Post of 2017<table cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="float: left; margin-right: 1em; text-align: left;"><tbody>
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<span style="font-size: x-large;">Well, I'm still here in the Cornhusker State pluggin' away my job. I really wanted to do my first blog post sometime in the 1st week of January. The boss said after we came back from holiday break, we're working 5 days a week, 10 hours. And lots of over time Saturdays and Sundays, (10 more hours Saturday and 8 hours on Sunday). It made for a nice paycheck getting 65 hours plus. But not much time for anything else, like blogging. Plus it was easier to get on F/B to post something and check out what other people were doing and then log out. But then I don't get to spill more of my thoughts out as much as I'd would like on F/B as on blogger. There is more of a mixed group of friends there too. <table cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="float: left; margin-right: 1em; text-align: left;"><tbody>
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<span style="font-size: large;"> My Hope for the rest of 2017.</span><span style="font-size: x-large;"> </span><span style="font-size: x-large;">My hope for the rest of 2017 is to get a couple things off of my bucket list. Much later this Summer I was planning to go see my sister who moved to Brazil a few years ago. I hope it's all true and no reason why she should say otherwise. Sis said she's having a fabulous time down there. With a fabulous job great house and car. And a partner that is really great and loving. She said when she left she said come down and visit anytime. Well, I put in for a US passport the last week of January. I'll need to secure a visa from the Brazillian consulate, purchase airline tickets. And as Jackie Gleeson used to say, "and away we go"! And who knows maybe I'll meet some guy down there that's totally hot. </span></div>
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</span>Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13670457375607101953noreply@blogger.com18tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7141680729763340352.post-33372882423962199772016-12-31T22:21:00.000-08:002016-12-31T22:21:30.187-08:00Last Blog post 2016<span style="font-size: x-large;">Hello 2017 and Goodbye 2016, Even though it just turned 12 Midnight here CST. Blog time is still a couple of hours behind, so I still get a last post in for 2016. The fireworks are going off right now as I type on my keyboard. With the new year, the talk returns new resolutions and ways to improve one's life. I always say I do more of this or less of that. My main thing that bothers me is I wish to do more with my blog and post more than every couple of weeks or months. I started out in the middle of 2016 saying I'm going to blog every week, nope didn't happen for very long. My big problem is my ADD will kick in and I'll get distracted and find an excuse to blow it off. With 2016 almost done and tomorrow 2017 I find myself older and hopefully wiser<table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><tbody>
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</span>Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13670457375607101953noreply@blogger.com9tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7141680729763340352.post-40254324723890357312016-10-30T21:57:00.000-07:002016-10-30T21:57:59.928-07:00End Of October<table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><tbody>
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<span style="font-size: x-large;">This is my end of October brain puke, things I observed these past weeks. One of the things going on that I've noticed. And I'm a bit ambivalent about it. That when I go out to eat out because it's easier with me working more overtime. I've been getting my 10 % senior discount at eateries around town. And most of the time without being asked if I wanted it. The age 55 seems to be the threshold to get it. But really I don't think of myself as an old man, in my head, I'm somewhere in my mid-30s according to that real age test I took. But WTH 10 % still means some coin in my pocket right? I know once a guy gets past fifty things don't work like they use to, oh they still work. It just takes longer to get everything moving in the same direction.<table cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="float: left; margin-right: 1em; text-align: left;"><tbody>
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Anyway, I haven't heard any more from my friend Dave W. I'm sure he's busy getting everything together at his new home. I'll have to see what if anything more will happen. Until then I plan to move on.</div>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption"><span style="font-size: large;"> I've got to get this! lol. </span><span style="font-size: x-large;">The last brain puke I had I saw this advertised and thought I need to get one of these for my shower. It might be difficult to explain to some family members. But so what I came out to them years ago, we just don't talk about it, shhh. Also even though it's almost November Eastern Nebraska has been unusually balmy. The nights just now are starting to cool off. In years past we would already have a hard freeze temps only in the 40s. Hell one year (I think 1991) we had a snow storm on Halloween and an ice and snowstorm on Thanksgiving. I've long since shut down the A/C but never used the furnace that much. Still, it would be nice if I had a special someone to be my bed warmer. ;-) </span></td></tr>
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Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13670457375607101953noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7141680729763340352.post-82617970990883211582016-10-22T20:45:00.000-07:002016-10-22T20:45:57.996-07:00October Surprise(s)<table cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="float: left; margin-right: 1em; text-align: left;"><tbody>
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<span style="font-size: x-large;"> So yeah, It's been a w</span><span style="font-size: x-large;">hile since I did a blog post. About a month ago is more like it. I always seem to have things in my life that get in the way of things I want to do. The beginning of the month of October I helped my friend Dave W. from work with moving. I drove his truck down to where he retired to in Arkansas, he left earlier in the morning with a U-haul. This is the same Dave W. that I had a bit of a man crush on for quite a long time. He was a very difficult guy to get to know. He doesn't open easily and is a very private man. It took me about 5 years to even get invited into his house. After he retired I didn't tell him how I feel about him. I don't think he's that interested in guys the way I am. </span><br />
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<span style="font-size: x-large;">Dave says he has many women he knows around the country and goes on bike rides with. And in his new home in Arkansas, he has a neighbor lady he said friended on F/B. </span></div>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: large;"> Dave W. Just Friends, Not Partners </span><a name='more'></a><span style="font-size: x-large;">Also a big surprise in October</span><span style="font-size: large;"> </span><span style="font-size: x-large;">, my sister that lives in Brazil got into a nasty car crash on a dark rain-slicked road. She told me she was driving, a thing fell from an overhead bin. It knocked off her glasses, she reached down to get them from the floor board. When she sat back up, a vehicle was stopped ahead of her and hit it doing 45mph (70kmh). The crash through her on the passenger side floor. But not before Beth hit her head on the windshield. She suffered a concussion and was seeing double, throwing up, etc. her female partner was P/Oed. Told my sister to get out ASAP and wouldn't take her to a hospital. It took more than a couple of days to find out she is OK and she might stay in Brazil after all. Now she says she needs $2000 to pay the deductible of the so-called Brazilian car insurance. All of this drama has more than took the wind out of my sails about flying to Brazil and visit my sister. And of course work always being work wanted me to work a lot more hours. The past month I worked about 55to 60 hours a week. So not much me time. I'd still like to do a blog post at least once a week, I just need the discipline myself and do it. <div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13670457375607101953noreply@blogger.com11tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7141680729763340352.post-34527625725584490282016-09-23T22:46:00.002-07:002016-09-23T22:46:23.897-07:00Mini Blog Post<span style="font-size: x-large;">I had intended to do a post on Saturday seeing how obviously I didn't blog on Friday. My buddy Dave this past week texted me asking if I would help him by driving a moving truck. Was going to leave Friday, Sept. 30 and Come back sometime Sunday afternoon late. Might be a good time to talk with him and scope things out before I tell him how I feel about him. If I don't think he would be interested I'm not going to do something stupid and come out to him. And maybe make him pissed enough to cause me trouble. BUT, one big thing is bothering me and I don't know what to do or how I can help. But my little sister, the one that moved to Brazil three years ago. Tonight Beth (my Sister) got into a traffic accident in her "girlfriend's" car. And now she told sis to GTFO now, all because of said girlfriend car is totaled. Earlier tonight on F/B I learned about all these misfortunes. Say's she wasn't wearing a seatbelt and hit her her on the windshield. And might have a concussion, she was throwing up and has double vision. The damn bitch she's living with wants her out ASAP and won't drive her to the hospital. There's no one else around to take her, they don't have 911 or ambulances like we have in the states. Hell, I'm not really sure if the medical clinics in Brazil are even able to handle this type of injury. I just pray she's not in a coma or worse by morning. I was even planning to fly down to Brazil next Winter, Summer in the north. I can't even fly down there, I didn't get a passport yet. I should try and hurry that process up to help Sis get back. But by the time a get a passport Beth will be back home and OK I hope. I feel so helpless not being able to be there for her. Later this morning hope it's better news.</span>Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13670457375607101953noreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7141680729763340352.post-1012424518309271562016-09-17T23:08:00.000-07:002016-09-17T23:08:00.434-07:00I'm Still Searching<table cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="float: left; margin-right: 1em; text-align: left;"><tbody>
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Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13670457375607101953noreply@blogger.com10tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7141680729763340352.post-51426259225954592202016-09-11T20:27:00.000-07:002016-09-11T20:27:08.501-07:00Start Of A New Week.<table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><tbody>
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<span style="font-size: x-large;">I wanted to do a least once a week post on Friday or Saturday to keep myself motivated. Didn't quite happen this time. We were suppose to have a 3 day weekend, I worked Friday to get my total hours over forty. The Labor day holiday only paid me 8 hours and my workdays are normally ten hours, so by the end of the week, I'd be 2 hours short of a full forty. Long story short I worked 8 hours this past Friday. Needless to say, I didn't make it Saturday either with a post. Decided to spend most of the day running around Omaha to a couple of flea markets. Today I spent a quiet Sunday observing the 15th anniversary of 9-11. And took my parents out to Sunday dinner. I was thinking how strange it's going to be going back to work on Monday. This past Friday was my good friend Dave W's last day at work, he retired after 37 years. I'm quite happy for him that he was able to retire as soon as he wanted. But I am sadden I won't see and talk to him every day like I used to. On some level I think he likes me, I just don't know if he has the same feelings for me as I do for him. I noticed that whenever he sees me he has a smile comes to his face. I hope to find out for sure how he might feel about me by the end of the year. Even though Dave stopped working, he's still going to be around town for a few more weeks before moving to his new house he had built down south, some 600 miles away. So if he does become a BFF, it's going to be a long distance relationship. He told me he might be back to visit his family for Thanksgiving, I urged him to swing by and see me then. If it hasn't happened by then, I wanted to tell him I how I really feel about him. With any luck, it will turn out for the best. Now for a bit of irony, one of the small quirks of living in a small town. People will interact with one another that have no idea that they both know someone that you know. ( does that make sense?) Case in point, I found out the realtor that sold my friend Dave's house in town here is someone that I have a history with. I mentioned Gary before, Gary and I were seeing each other for a while. Then his friends and neighbors were asking who I was, how do we know each other? It kind of freaked him out, and it was difficult to explain how we knew each other. Sooooo... he said to stop coming by, his friends and business associates might shun him, homophobic small midwestern town and all. I'm trying to break out and be myself, to a point. I have to limit myself here as well. But Gary wants to stay well into the closet. But if you talk to him in person you pretty quickly figure him out, I did! That's my rant of comings and goings on in a small town this post.<table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><tbody>
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</span>Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13670457375607101953noreply@blogger.com10tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7141680729763340352.post-37272102553035606592016-09-03T23:00:00.000-07:002016-09-03T23:00:35.856-07:00Remember September<table cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><tbody>
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<span style="font-size: x-large;">So what do I mean by my blog title? Besides being an obscure line from an old Miss Marple movie. The month has always been a turbulent 30 days for me. (But let's not forget the WTC in 9-11-2001!) Well for one the last two relationships ended in September. The first one, Gary said people were starting to wonder who's car was always parked in his driveway evenings. And he couldn't easily explain why I was a new friend without going into detail about how we were seeing each other. He works in an office job selling real estate, so he has to network and schmooze. The guy is so far in the closet he can see Narnia, so he ended it. And the second BF lived in Omaha and had two kids when he was married The ex and his kids all lived out of town. Then one day in the middle of September Mike told me he didn't want to see me anymore and not call or email. I found out (through sources), he moved to Tulsa to be with his oldest. I went with Mike for about 20 months, the weird thing is at first we really hit it off. I guess I should have seen it coming, on our first date at the restaurant. He was making comments about all the cute waiters and not wanting to know about me.<table cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="float: left; margin-right: 1em; text-align: left;"><tbody>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: large;"> Me And Mike In Happier Times.</span><span style="font-size: x-large;"> Now I have a guy I work with in the same building, different department that's retiring this month. I've known him for over 20 years, but he hasn't let me get close to him except within the last 5 years or so. I get the vibe that he likes me, but maybe not on the same level, I do. Like I said before I didn't want to say how I felt when we still worked together. If he didn't feel the same way things could get very awkward very quickly. So I wait until he's out of the shop. I'm still going over in my head how to approach the subject. I really do like him as a friend and wouldn't want to lose that. I had conversations where he talks about ladies he thinks are cute. Although I've made the same remarks about attractive women. But like I said before, "I like women, I just don't sleep with them." I've also heard him make homophobic remarks about music artists. Is this one of those cases of homophobia being the best gaydar? When the time is right and lots of time to talk, I'm going to let Dave know that I have a big man-crush on him. If that bit of info makes him mad, then F#CK HIM! But if everything goes great he has a p-u truck he might sell, if we become BFFs I want a memento </span><span style="font-size: x-large;">that belonged to him to remember him by. I'll only offer to buy it after I found out if we play on the same team. Should be an interesting month! </span><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhGIrBt29uCB4sya3X8KxWc0ZsarPTEBbi23e5OGvy-KlEQvElUE9A_bQGghXwu7Ldjpj_aD5qYkSc__jJGAk8q6Dkx0CCcoPbIE11enJZq5Pcu8CybjsWOA-IDnA_YKWzGNqFB-b8bF5U8/s1600/Awkward2.png" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; font-size: xx-large; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em; text-align: center;"><img border="0" height="534" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhGIrBt29uCB4sya3X8KxWc0ZsarPTEBbi23e5OGvy-KlEQvElUE9A_bQGghXwu7Ldjpj_aD5qYkSc__jJGAk8q6Dkx0CCcoPbIE11enJZq5Pcu8CybjsWOA-IDnA_YKWzGNqFB-b8bF5U8/s640/Awkward2.png" width="640" /></a><span style="font-size: x-large;"><a name='more'></a> One last thing, Yesterday, September 2 it's been one year since our friend Jay (Tray) Murphy untimely passing. I only knew him a short time, but we really had a lot in common. Jay was one blogger that got me into blogging as well. I did a post on FB and his memory still lives on. :-( </span></td></tr>
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</span>Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13670457375607101953noreply@blogger.com9tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7141680729763340352.post-35255732841751619952016-08-27T21:47:00.000-07:002016-08-27T21:47:20.243-07:00Weekly Brain Puke<table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><tbody>
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<span style="font-size: x-large;">Again I realized I haven't blog posted for over a month. And I want to fix that, So I endeavor to post once a week about different subjects. I'll most likely do it on Friday or Saturday. And maybe even more often. Last week I wanted to do one but got kind of busy. My town holds a 4-day festival called Columbus Day ending on the 3rd weekend in August. It's a lot of silly, fun contests with music bands playing Friday and Saturday. And lots of different food, the big thing being the BBQ stands, Mmmmmm! And on Sunday we have your typical small town parade. Which goes right past my house, many family members, and friends take a spot on my front lawn to watch. So yeah I was a little bit busy last weekend. Mowing my grass, cleaning weeds from the sidewalk and edging said walk.<table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><tbody>
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Also new changes are on the horizon in my life. For some time now I wanted to open up the window about my personal life on this blog. Other blog buddies have done so, but I'm not sure how much I wanted to do so. I'll take it one step at a time. Anyway, what's happening is a certain co-worker who I've been enamored with for quite awhile is retiring and will be gone within the next two weeks. It's only been within the last 5 years I've been able to be closer friends. I've been going over in my head how to bring up telling them. And I'm not really sure what the reaction will be. It might turn out really good or really bad, or maybe just an I'm not interested but thanks for asking. A quote I read years ago went, If you don't ask the answer will always be NO. In any event, September should be an interesting month. </div>
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Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13670457375607101953noreply@blogger.com9tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7141680729763340352.post-54366088300974568282016-07-24T23:18:00.000-07:002016-07-24T23:18:29.409-07:00Pet Peeves Brain Puke<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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<span style="font-size: x-large;"> It doesn't seem like it but the last time I posted was back on May 1. It's not that I didn't want to, I have a serious personality flaw. Life, work, family, local problems overload my mind. So when I get home I just want to chill and veg. Other times I feel the muse is not upon me. But lucky for me I work the overnight shift at work and haven't followed the news or prime time TV for 20+ years. Now for my pet peeves, earlier this year when I was scoping a guy out to try and see it I could be more than just friends. Maybe something more B-BF/partner??? He now has himself a GF and we haven't crossed paths once. For once I glad I didn't seriously through myself out there. Could get kind of messy being in a small town, were him and I know the same people. I have two others guys I'd like to know better but hesitate from doing so. One right now is just an acquaintance, I'll call him Roy K. I see him around town from time to time. He always has a smile for me when we pass on the street. I'm just not sure about him, but he looks nice in sleeveless T-shirt and tight blue jeans! The other guy I've had a thing for about 20 years, his name is Dave W. We work for the same company I do, just in a different department. I see him almost every day and only in the last 5 years have gotten to be closer friends with him. I'd like to let him know how I feel about him, but if it went bad it would be very uncomfortable at work indeed. Good news is he is retiring at the end of this year and moving away, or is that bad news. If he wants to be more than just good friends, he'll be 500 miles away, he's retiring down south. :-( </span><br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: large;">My Condition At The Moment. </span><span style="font-size: x-large;">Now For a brain puke! some of the people I work with proclaim to be very good Christians really just ask them. You can tell who they are because they'll have stickers on the back windows of their vehicles of this church or organisation or for a Christian radio station. Some of them listen to books or the "good music" in their eyes on their CD or Mp3 players. But they are some of the nastiest, miserable, mean people to be around. There is one guy that on occasion likes to tell me how to do my job, he's in a different department and just another employee. Now I should be appalled but really I'm more amused, in the break room. someone will bring a newspaper and if there is a story LGBT is talked about the sheer ignorance discussed is astounding! Also as the subject, I mentioned before so-called Christian radio stations. They seem to be popping up all over here in the Midwest. On the bottom of the FM radio band, I'm trying to listen to my favorite music station or in the afternoon I'll listen to NPR. I hear off to one side of the dial some off the wall nonsense about how the world is 6000 years old. Or how the show host who is supposedly straight, know all about them gays. Sometimes I listen just for the entertainment factor of the comments, WOW just wow! Well, I guess I puked away enough and I know I should blog more than I do. My plan is to post at least one time a week minimum. <div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13670457375607101953noreply@blogger.com8tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7141680729763340352.post-13311866919374862762016-05-01T22:20:00.000-07:002016-05-01T22:20:56.411-07:00Hello There!<table cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="float: left; margin-right: 1em; text-align: left;"><tbody>
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<span style="font-size: x-large;">Sorry guys and gals, I didn't realize it had been since Nov. 2015 that I entered a blog post. And I don't know if anyone is still following anything I have to say! I guess at first this past Fall I got really busy at work. Then more time went by and I thought I'll get around to a post sometime later. Then the holidays came and went, and it got easier to put it off. I'm the oldest in my family and everything that needs to be done falls on my shoulders. This past Fall and Winter I was sort of bummed out that I still don't have a special some to share my life with. Oh I have a lot of friends, just not a pal to be close with. But I'm working on it! And I might have a few prospects that I'm working on. ;-) <table cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="float: left; margin-right: 1em; text-align: left;"><tbody>
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Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13670457375607101953noreply@blogger.com8tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7141680729763340352.post-24983743602595645012015-11-02T01:43:00.000-08:002015-11-02T01:43:29.556-08:00A little Depressing <table cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="float: left; margin-right: 1em; text-align: left;"><tbody>
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<span style="font-size: x-large;">No not really depressed, just a little bummed out about a few things. One of the other things to add to the list is, this is the second attempt to do a blog post. The first one the blog page went full derp on me. And when I tried to correct it, three para- graphs disappeared along with 2 photos. Anyway on to my original post. It now gets dark at 5 o'clock, besides working 48 to 50 hours a week for the past two months. I guess I didn't have a post at all for October, when I get off work all I really want to do is veg out. It doesn't let me get out and meet someone new. I've been working on trying to establish new friendships. But nothing in the way of relationship material. One guy I can definitely cross off the the list. Is someone I met through a volunteer group some 20 years ago. I thought maybe he was putting a vibe. I wasn't going to ask and go further if I wasn't sure. Could make for an uncomfortable scene if I was wrong. And again I could have sworn he was checking me out. Good thing I didn't go further turns he is seeing someone.<table cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="float: left; margin-right: 1em; text-align: left;"><tbody>
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<span style="font-size: large;"> Never Turns Out Well</span><span style="font-size: x-large;"> Its just as well, we don't travel in the same circles and only run into him at the gas station or grocery store. This is a photo of the guy, Tom is his name.</span></div>
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<span style="font-size: x-large;">I would still like to be friends can't have too many. Just not sure how he would feel about it. Just as well like I said we don't cross path all that often. I need to tell all (well maybe not all) about my trip to Spo-ville aka Arizona this past Spring. I had a jolly good time visiting Spo and Someone in Phoenix. And I used the trip to visit other relatives in LA, and do a little sight seeing in Palm Springs,CA. I guess if you wish to be trendy one could say "The Springs" as it were. Also spent the first few days in June down in Tucson. Had more relatives and friends that lived there too. I took about 175 pictures so no shortage of photos to post. lol. I just hope I wasn't too much of a trying house guest. I would love to be a host for guests. But I really do not have the proper facilities at my house, ie guest bedroom with it's own bath- room. And besides lets face it no one wants to stop for any reason in Nebraska!</span><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><tbody>
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</span>Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13670457375607101953noreply@blogger.com11tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7141680729763340352.post-45784373582375499252015-09-06T18:00:00.000-07:002015-09-06T18:00:03.850-07:00Good-Bye Jay In VA<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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<span style="font-size: x-large;">I believe that we don't meet anybody by accident. And everyone crosses our path of a reason. I met Jay online through Ron's blog retired in Delaware. After reading Jay in VA for awhile, blog post subjects would be about Amateur (HAM) radio. And I ask him if he was a ham, he said that he was. That got me corresponding more with Jay because I'm a ham as well. Before I go any further I should explain. In ham radio circles a silent key is any ham radio operator who has past on. Whether said person know Morse code or not. It's a carry over from amateur radio from 100 years ago, I hope that clears that up. Early last year Ron organizing Bloggerpalooza 2, I was going to go. Jay ask me if I wanted to tag a long. Save me the trouble of renting a car and driving unfamiliar streets and highways. I told him I've driven the big city before, I've been to Chicago, LA and Toronto. But hey then I wouldn't have a engaging tour guide. I received the royal treatment as soon as I got off the plane at Richmond. Saw some sights and met another blogger, Kelly at the Continental for an early supper and a few adult beverages. The next day Thursday (3-13-14) We drove to Lewes, DE, and on the way up stopped a place he wanted to try out. The Burley Oak Brewery in Berlin, MD. Jay wanted to get a photo of himself from out front so he gave me his camera and I took this picture.<table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><tbody>
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<span style="font-size: x-large;">I think we all had a grand time in Delaware, and I told everyone that I've never been to Delaware before. But all too soon we all had to part ways. Jay had to be back at work Monday. We got back to Richmond after dark the Sunday. Jay asked if I wanted to try Legends Brew Pub. If I remember it's in Shockoe area of town.</span></div>
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<span style="text-align: center;">I could not believe how quickly that week went by, I just got there and already time to head back to Nebraska. But Monday morning an ice storm had moved into the area. The roads were becoming difficult to drive to say the least. Jay still had to head to work though be it 2 hours later. I had planned to spend a night in a motel near the airport and fly out Tuesday. I got a cheaper flight that way. Even with a extra night's stay in Richmond. And it was just as well because of the storm Monday most flights out of Richmond were cancelled. Even on Tuesday I was delayed getting out and back home to Omaha. </span><span style="text-align: center;"> </span></div>
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<span style="text-align: center;">This was the last picture I took of our friend Jay. After we got going Jay and I were headed to prospective destinations. He was going to drop me off at the airport Marriott then Jay was going to work which as luck would have it was less than a mile from the airport. Jay let me out at the front doors of my hotel. Before we parted ways he gave me a big ol' man hug! Today was the celebration and memorial of our friend Jay or some knew him as Trey's life. It saddens me that I couldn't make it. He had a lot of ham buddies there I'm sure, when we get together stories of past QSO's ( ham radio Q-code, communications via radio or in person) start flying. Our friend Jay aka N4PAT will be very much missed. ;-(</span><span style="text-align: center;"> </span></div>
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<span style="font-size: large;"> Gene Leahy Mall, Omaha,NE I guess I've been out of the online loop as it were for a while. I guess I've got too many distractions, again life, work and family have taken up much of my time. And that leaves little of my time for online pursuits. Just one more thing to divide up my time is Facebook. I found it great to keep in touch with family and friends. But I don't want to share all my demons on Facebook. I'm more free to do so here on blogger because a tighter circle of followers. So just wanted to say Randy in NEB is still around, just basically lazy to post. One of my personal flaws that I have. I have read all the comments on my blog. And want to take the time to thank everyone who was nice enough to bother to leave a comment for me to read. Now I just need to be more proactive in blogging and visit my other blogger buddies, I love you all a lot. Saturday August 22 I'm leaving for the big city of Omaha,NE. I'm giving younger brother a ride to Omaha/Eppley airport. Daryl is flying to LAX to visit the same Aunt and cousins I did when I was in Arizona last late May/early June. And that's one other thing I haven't gotten around to, blogging about my trip to Phoenix and Casa de Harper. Again Spo and Someone are the perfect hosts! Anyway, when I go to Omaha Tomorrow I should bring my camera and take some pictures. There is lots to see there, or since I'll be close to the Old Market go to a couple of gay bars, who knows. ;-)</span>Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13670457375607101953noreply@blogger.com8tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7141680729763340352.post-22743227765886958332015-08-06T23:41:00.001-07:002015-08-06T23:41:11.842-07:00Bored in Nebraska and trips taken in the past<table cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="float: left; margin-right: 1em; text-align: left;"><tbody>
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<span style="font-size: x-large;"> Just in case anybody was wondering I am still alive. Just not around the bloggosphere. Pretty much from my return from the valley of the sun (Arizona). I've been in a blue funk of sorts and out of sorts. I seems like yesterday I was visiting UrSpo and Someone with their pretty pup Harper. And now back in reality of the old routine. Also after the July 4 holiday weekend and having to return to work, things have been going down hill from there. All the rest of the month of July, I wake up with a different ache or pain. And with the start of this first week of August I've gotten very much worse. I can live in silence or make an appointment with the doctor. I need to go and see him anyway. Some physical needed for our insurance at work type of thing. Making sure we're taking care of ourselves, aren't they nice to be thinking about us like that! Nothing new on the finding a partner department, still looking but not finding anyone. Maybe I just need to put myself out there more than I am. Small town life some people are not too happy about guys like me, gee I wonder why? Something else is a milestone this week. Thirty years ago today is the day I got on a military charter aircraft to take me overseas to Osan AB ROK! ROK means the country of South Korea, just in case you didn't know. I remembered getting on a plane at the MAC terminal in Oakland,CA. And I left the states for one year. As I recall take off was about 1:00am PDT. Well I got to see Anchorage,AK though be it for 45 minutes. And I even had a stop in Yakota, Japan of an hour. Just long enough to grab some lunch. If I recall it was an AAFES burger and fries. Typical military snack bar fare. But my final destination was for air base in South Korea. Then later headed to my assignment with an Air Force unit (detachment) way up north but south of the famous north/south DMZ.<table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><tbody>
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<span style="font-size: x-large;">I really didn't do much drinking and blowing stuff up like a lot of people might have done this Forth of July weekend, I just had a nice quite 4 days off. Summer here in Nebraska is in full swing, just not as hot as in years past. But anyway I'm over buying fireworks and shooting them off. I prefer to let someone else spend money on things like that. One of the guys in our ham radio club, at our twice monthly breakfasts said he and his Dad shelled over $1500.00 for the bang boom pow. So there was no shortage of free shows to watch. Anyway some of my time off from work I enjoyed the nice weather outside. Like tonight I decided to go for an evening bike ride. Stop and visit with some friends. I got back a little while ago, I must say I worked up quite a sweat, it's not real hot night but very muggy. I took a post ride photo when I got in the house.<table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="float: left; margin-right: 1em; text-align: left;"><tbody>
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<span style="font-size: x-large;">Hi! Yes I know June is almost over, but this is a 1st post in June. I've been sandbagging it something badly ever since I returned from visiting Spo and Someone in Arizona. I think it stems from my mild post vacation repression. And returning to work, going back to working ten hour+ days. I didn't feel much like blogging or much of anything else. I'm still here just not so much online. I wanted to say a lot of things this last 20 days, and never quite got around to doing it. I'd put off blogging and the longer I'd put it off the easier it got to do so. Summer is already here and this weekend it's gotten up 85f ! Not quite the 107f that it was in Phoenix. When I was down there a month ago. I really enjoyed my time with Michael & David my gracious and handsome hosts. I want to thank them for letting me stay with them for a few days I was in town. I do hope I wasn't too much of a trying house guest. I know it can be a lot of work having people over, even if it's just for a few days.<table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><tbody>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption"><span style="font-size: large;">Second Day in AZ- Day Trip Up To Sedona. </span><span style="font-size: large;"> </span><span style="font-size: x-large;">Well this next week coming up is thankfully going to be a short week. With the July 4th holiday next weekend, my work gives us 2 & 3 July off. So still a four day weekend but there is still </span><span style="font-size: x-large;">Monday looming some where out there to deal with. I wanted to take the whole week off but my boss said no dice, I'm needed at work. Oh well it's nice to be needed I guess.</span><br /><div style="font-size: medium;">
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Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13670457375607101953noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7141680729763340352.post-53173277555522958732015-05-23T22:19:00.000-07:002015-05-23T22:19:09.955-07:00Randy in NEB visit to Spo-land<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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<span style="font-size: x-large;">Well a lot of things are happening at once this weekend. One it's my birthday Saturday, and tomorrow I leave to visit UrSpo in Arizona. Last month when I put in for vacation, the powers that be wanted even more hours From me at work. I guess to catch up for when I'm gone this next week. It happens before any holidays, work harder in order to get that extra day off. So most of my time was spent just eat, work, sleep, repeat. Not much time that I was ever online, maybe just to get travel info etc. I haven't been blogging much anyway so I kinda think nobody would really know that I was away. This last Saturday I took an out-of-town road trip to Omaha with someone I met a few years back we got to talking and found we had some things and likes in common. His name is Roy and he's about 5 years older than me, a nice enough guy but I don't think we will ever be BFFs.We had lunch at a Korean restaurant and did a little running around town. Checked out the mil. surplus places. I bought another old 50s GE TV off of Ebay the Thursday before. And since it was just North up I-29 I drove up to Sioux City,IA(120 miles) to pick it up. That Saturday I put about 325 miles on my 2003 Suzuki Aerio round trip and all. I had fun, but I think in some places my friend Roy was some what bored. And Sunday I'm going to Arizona, with all my travels I never got to Arizona or New Mexico, and I'll save NM for another trip. One more load of clothes needs to come out of the dryer and I can finish packing. Big travel day tomorrow. Some time ago I sent Spo this cartoon I came across I thought it was funny and I'm sure he did too. When I get back lots of material for blogging to do!<table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><tbody>
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</span>Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13670457375607101953noreply@blogger.com10tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7141680729763340352.post-50508969530896337372015-05-09T19:45:00.000-07:002015-05-09T19:45:27.767-07:00Bat(s) In The Belfry<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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<span style="font-size: x-large;">For those of you who may have suspected that I have bats in my belfry, you may be right. I don't know how he/she got in. But I found a bat flying around the ceiling light fixture in the spare room. That's the room where my computer is. I had just got done sending an email to UrSpo. When I noticed a shadow move across the wall. Luckily I was able to isolate the creature by closing the doors and hold it inside without flying through out the whole house. But some how my bat problem got in. After that I called the local cops, they weren't much help. I was informed that unless I had a pet, old person or child they wouldn't send out animal control. The dispatcher suggested I call a bat expert, but they're not on call 24/7 just during the week. I did eventual trap it, about 10 minutes later after getting off the phone with the police and Mr. bat guy's voice mail. I ventured back in the room with a kitchen broom that held said trapped bat. As luck would have it, it landed on the side of a cabinet and I was able to swat it into a waiting cardboard box. I quickly hustled it outside, set the box on the ground. The bat still couldn't get out so I tipped the box on it's side. It crawled out did a few hops on the lawn and flew off some where into the night. Or should I say morning, this all happened about 2:45-3:00 am. Now with any luck I won't see my bat or any of his friends again. I didn't get close to it so I doubt that I contacted hydrophobia. </span>Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13670457375607101953noreply@blogger.com11tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7141680729763340352.post-84072777811268397272015-05-07T23:10:00.000-07:002015-05-07T23:10:51.742-07:00OMG I See Stupid People<table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><tbody>
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<span style="font-size: x-large;">I saw this news story Wednesday, May 6 in the two biggest newspapers in the state. The Lincoln Journal-Star and the Omaha World Herald. In the village of Auburn,Ne pop. 3460 in Nemaha county. Not that would mean anything to anyone who isn't from around here, just a little side info.<table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><tbody>
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This lady? is one of God's special followers has filed a special lawsuit in Omaha. So rather than me you tell it. I have a scan of the news article. </span><br />
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Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13670457375607101953noreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7141680729763340352.post-15798774703757162922015-04-19T12:10:00.000-07:002015-04-19T12:10:57.211-07:00The Earth Germs got Me<table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><tbody>
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<span style="font-size: x-large;">Just like the on NBC TV show that was on in the 80s. The character Alf catches a cold from the human family he is living with. Only Alf doesn't get better. He says the Earth germs got me. Just like I saw on the movie The War of the Worlds. I've had to deal with an invasion of the Earth germs. Ten days ago it started out as a Strep throat and now is a sinus infection. So Tuesday I went to the doctor and received a prescription for ten days worth of antibiotics. And all the side effects that goes with taking them. Through all of this I'm still working 50 hours plus overtime at work. Which leave little or no time to have any kind of social life. Maybe I'll meet a partner some day. They'll have to be a night owl just like me. Now I'm of to buy groceries, wish me luck in meeting some good looking hottie. ;-) </span>Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13670457375607101953noreply@blogger.com14tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7141680729763340352.post-57471235706408743062015-03-29T21:40:00.000-07:002015-03-29T21:40:43.481-07:00Procrastination Me<table cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="float: left; margin-right: 1em; text-align: left;"><tbody>
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<span style="font-size: x-large;"> If there is one thing I'm very good at it's procrastinating. Why do today when you can put off until tomorrow. I'm taking care of my procrastination issues: just you wait and see! I really what to do a blog post at least once or better yet twice a week. But it just doesn't seem to work out that way. At work all this month it's been go, go, go. Ten to 12 hour days have pretty much been the norm. When I do have any time to my self it's spent doing things I have to do around the house or around town. Or just veg out on the couch, I don't mean to forget about my blogger buddies. I'm afraid if I get on the web, and several hours pass and I'm late getting to bed. In the end I'm glad for the overtime, it's helping a lot to pay down some bills. And I'm saving for another grand adventure. I received an invite to visit Ur Spo down in Spo-ville. The times and details I'm still working out to make it work for both of us. It should be properly HOT when the time comes, not for a few more weeks most likely. And if I'm still working the overtime then. I might even take two weeks off. Besides the customary three days of vacation I always take the week of Independence Day. Well it's starting to warm up here in the Central Plains. I've been out walking several times this past month. I should get the trek bike out oil up the chain and get out riding. I've always have some animal trying to chase me down. I need to build up my speed. At least it's not as bad as this guy! Well I'm glad I got a March blog post in, My real life is taking up too much of my online life Arrrggg! <table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><tbody>
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</span>Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13670457375607101953noreply@blogger.com10tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7141680729763340352.post-59212163253635613752015-02-28T23:19:00.001-08:002015-02-28T23:19:24.134-08:00March Into Spring?<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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<span style="font-size: x-large;">Well I didn't want February to end with out at least one more blog post. For being the shortest month, it sure seemed long. We haven't had a break with the cold temps since winter started. Working all the overtime since I went back to work after the first of the year. I was on vacation for the last two weeks in December. I was pretty much sick with something that was going around. The one major thing that happened 2 months ago I went to my doctor for a check-up, because I hadn't been for a while (18 months). And while I was in his office he told me I had some patches on my face that looked suspicious. Doc said they might be pre skin cancer. I spent a lot of time in my late teens and twenties out in the sun. Mostly in Texas and Hawai'i, I got sunburned a lot! So now I'm paying for it. I really didn't think much of it at the time, at 21yrs who does when your young, dumb and full of....... your know ;-). Any way the good doctor prescribed Fluorouracil cream to put on my face twice a day for six weeks. He said by week two I was going to hate him. I'm now off the stuff and my face is healing nicely. But I do have photos before and during when I was putting this acid etch on my face.<table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: left;"><tbody>
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<span style="font-size: x-large;">I'll have to make a follow up trip to my doctor to see how I'm doing. And I know Spring is just around the corner. Why just yesterday I saw some green poking up thru the dirt and dead grass. And in March are a couple of amateur radio flea-markets and big state convention down in the star city of Lincoln,NE. I'll have a chance for a mini road trip or two. People might look at me and see this hot older hunk, but I'm really an electronics geek at heart. lol. Well before I go to bed I have to check up on a couple friend's cat. You see they did a smart thing and went to the resort city of Puerto Vallarta,MX for three weeks. And left me in charge of their kitteh. I usually get a Corona cap or shirt for my trouble. I didn't tell them what I really wanted was a hottie in a Speedo from the Blue Chairs Bar!!!</span></div>
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<span style="font-size: x-large;">Well I guess it's been awhile since another blog post. Mostly just trying to get though winter. Starting back at work after a two week break (trial run at being retired) from before Christmas to after New Years. I spent most of January being sick in one form or another. And now for the past several weeks on 10-12 hour days overtime. But one thing I can say about my job. It pays for the two habits I've come to enjoy, eating and sleeping indoors. LOL. Now it's just been cold and colder so not doing much of any thing. I been wanting to work out more maybe go to our town's indoor pool and swim some laps. More than a few of you saw me in my speedo at Bloggerpalooza in Delaware last March. I was going to wear that and give all the old ladies that signed up for water aerobics a thrill. haha. But my work schedule just seems to be eat, sleep, work, etc. I just need to work harder at finding time to take it easy. One good thing is Winter is 2/3s over and it's all down on the way to Spring.<table cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="float: left; margin-right: 1em; text-align: left;"><tbody>
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</span>Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13670457375607101953noreply@blogger.com9tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7141680729763340352.post-84943224228396261832015-01-10T19:27:00.000-08:002015-01-10T19:27:15.250-08:00Saturday Night Dance Party<span style="font-size: x-large;">Saturday night dance party! OK I'm doing my own Randy in NEB. Saturday night dance party. If it looks like a cheap and shameless rip-off of blogger buddy Anne Marie's, it's because it is. I've been going threw old cassette tapes in boxes. And found some music I've forgotten about for nearly 25 years. So I looked online and found this song, it's a Canadian group recorded in 1991 Candi and the Backbeat. Instantly loved the song, oh and the key board player is very hot too. ;) So apologizes to Anne Marie for the shameless rip-off of your idea. How I'm feeling tonight. Sing like no one's listening. Dance like on one's watching. And shake your groove thang!</span><br />
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