Paybacks R a Bitch!!!

A motorcycle patrolman was rushed to the hospital with an
inflamed appendix.

The doctors operated and advised him that all was well.
However, the patrolman kept feeling something pulling at
the hairs in his crotch.

Worried that he might of had a second surgery and the
doctors hadn't told him about it yet, he finally got
enough energy to pull his hospital gown up enough so
he could look at what was making him so uncomfortable.

Taped firmly across his pubic hair were three wide
strips of adhesive tape, the kind that doesn't come
off easily.

Written in large black letters was the sentence:

"Get well soon...from the nurse in the White
Jeep you pulled over last week"
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Over-Whelmed as I go over the hill!

Well I'm back for more punishment this fall,
I can only hope I can keep up with everyone,
it's really tough and my nerves are fried.
I'm going to stick it out though, Why not
the worst I can do is fail, and I've been
there and done that only it was over 31
years ago.

Photo of the day!

Tech support hard at work.




I don't know about you? but I'm pretty
sure I've talked to this guy!

Searching within

As always with each passing day I remain

confused as to why I am, and why I are.

I realize I'm still here for a reason yet

I still wonder what that reason is. And I

wonder when I finally figure out what that

is, will I have enough time to complete it?

Also I wonder could it really be that

important of a task that I need to complete.

A Mom or a Mother, Witch is mine?

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I miss my mom yet my mother is still alive.

You ask how can one miss their mom when their

mother is still alive, simple, yet so complicated.

My mother is very possessive and jealous, which

lead us to part ways 14 years ago. Yes its been

14 years since I last seen or heard from her,

and it hurts. I don't recommend such a relationship.

And after what she done to cause

our parting, disintegrated any and all trust

I had in her, reuniting with her wouldn't be worth

the price my family or I would have to wager for

such a task. And still yet a piece of me inside

longs for her. How does one deal with such pain

and heartache, I hate her yet I still love her

dearly. Each day we both get older but she doesn't

get any wiser. I feel we both will go to our grave

hating one another. The pain grows within me with

each passing sun. And that's only the tip of the

iceberg, I'm the oldest of 7 boys 5 brothers

from same mother and 3 different fathers, and 1

brother with the same father who is deceased and

a different mother a total of 6 brothers who are

caught up in her possessive and jealous ways and

whom I have also went 14 years without seeing or

hearing from. I'm a grown man of 50 years old

filled with so much pain and sorrow I often wonder

which way to turn.....

Scrambled or Poached?

Writing as you can see is not one of my

best qualities. English in general was never

my best subject, yet I can read and write. I

always at the very least tried to accomplish

the academic assignments given to me, but

somehow I always misunderstood just enough

that I couldn't shine above the rest of my

class.

I was always and find myself still today

being somewhat of a class clown. Why? well I

suppose it's my way of hiding, or ignoring the

fact that I just don't understand somethings.

Not that I don't care I just don't see things

like some people do. So I act out, but that

doesn't mean I don't try.

I believe I've gained an insight to writing

from Ms. Anthony she's strict yet compassionate,

stern yet sweet. She enjoys what she does so that

is why I tried to enjoy it. Who am I to waste her

time by being inconsiderate and not givng it my best

shot, after all I've asked to be there, I've

paid to be there, so I must want to be there. And, if

only a little bit of what she stands for rubs off onto

me, then I know I'll be a better person because of it.

I think I show signs of improvement from the first

day in her class, and I hope she sees that she's made

an impact on me and given me that college research view

(new information) towards writing. I'll always write,

only it may not be in a blog or journal, or MLA format

but rather by fondling with poetry is where I'll play

with writing.

I took her course from hearing someone speak highly

of her, and I'm very glad that I did. For one thing is

certain I will carry away from her class is this:


"When my thoughts become stalled on a writing day,

Her "PROMPT" is only a whisper away".

~Dave Freed~

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What went wrong?

I got to talking to someone and I lost track of time

and before I knew it I was running really late.

So naturally I rushed around trying to make up for

lost time and I wound up forgetting to do a few

things and eventually I got even further behind

then I had originally been. After that point I just

began to think about going back to bed and giving

up for the day, then I thought well if I do that

then the day will surely not get any better. So I

stopped for a moment and took a deep breath

and said to myself that it can't get any worst than

this. I was wrong, but what had gone wrong

wasn't really clear, a few minutes talking turned

into hours of lost time.

What if?

What if:

I didn’t get up?

The sun quit shining

The school caught fire?

I fall down?

I forget to stop at a red light?

The power goes off?

Smoking was good for you?

We didn’t have cars?

We didn’t have money?

If the sun quit shining the earth and all

living things would slowly die. The day the

sun quit shining would be a devastating blow

to the human race. I wouldn’t want to witness

that day. I hope I don’t ever have to witness

the day our sun quit shining. Some people don’t

like the sun in their eyes, but I don’t mind it

so much because I’ve thought of the day the sun

quit shining. Iife people would stop and think

about the day the sun quit shining they may look

at life in a different light. I’d much rather

have the sun in my eyes than to have no sun at

all. I believe all living things need sunlight.

What is in the way

I’m unsure of a lot of things that are

in the way, some things are unseen so

they are difficult to recognize. Fear

is a big factor in my way, fear of

failure, fear of pain, fear itself.

I’m lost and I fear being lost. I’m

scared and I fear being scared. I fear

God, and I most definitely fear Satan.

I feel that fear is in my way. I fear

others more than they fear me. I feel

I’m always in the way so I suppose I

could be seen as being in the way. But

can one be in the way of themselves? I

suppose they could.

~Dave~

What makes me MAD!

------------Road Rage------------


Road rage refers to a behavior that if exhibited by a

driver of an automobile or any type of a motor vehicle

may cause accidents, collisions and even death on roads.

In other words, road rage can de defined as an excessive

case of aggressive driving. Road rage can be manifested

in one of the following cases;

• Shouting verbal abuse, issuing threats or obscenities.

• All types of aggressive driving that include

unexpected braking, unexpected acceleration and

driving very close to another motorist.

• Suddenly cutting off in lane or knowingly preventing

another motorist from merging.

• Excessively flashing lights or sounding the horn

excessively.

• Displaying obscene gestures like the middle finger.

• Knowing causing a collision that involves two or

more vehicles.

• Causing commotions in the road including hitting some-

one else's vehicle with an object.

• Threatening other motorists using a gun or any other

lethal weapon.

• Hurling projectiles from a vehicle in motion with an

aim of causing damage to other vehicles.

Among the total road rage cases that have been reported

in the United States annually, 300 of them have resulted

in severe injuries or even in deaths and these statistics

are expected to increase more with time. There exists a

legal difference between aggressive driving and road rage

depending on the type of jurisdiction in use. In the

United States of America, only a small number of states

have passed special laws to deal with aggressive driving.

In these states, cases related to road rage are

treated as battery or assault and even vehicular

manslaughter especially in cases where a life is lost.

In the United States, road rage is treated as a mental

disorder in the Diagnostic and Statistical Manual of

Mental Disorders. According to a survey that was

conducted on 5,600 adults in the United States between

1997 and 2007, the behaviors that are associated with

roads rage are caused by intermittent explosive disorder.

Up to now, the cause of intermittent explosive disorder

has not been established although there are conflicting

views on whether road rage is a mental condition or not.

Road rage is taken as a very serious act since it’s

viewed as a threat to public safety. However, it’s

usually not easy to judge the aim or intent of the

accused and as a result, road ragers who obey when

stopped by police can be charged with minor offences

like reckless driving. This can also be interpreted to

mean that those who cause serious injuries and death

due to road rage are given severe penalties that those

applicable to the same outcomes from negligence only.

Of the total number of states in the U.S, only 14 have

enacted laws against aggressive driving .only California

has transformed “road rage into a legal term of art

through giving it an exact meaning.

LOL

A Sheer Nightgown

A husband walks into Victoria's Secret to purchase a sheer negligee for
his wife. He is shown several possibilities that range from $250 to $500
in price -- the more sheer, the higher the price.

Naturally, he opts for the most sheer item, pays the $500, and takes it
home.

He presents it to his wife and asks her to go upstairs, put it on, and
model it for him.

Upstairs the wife thinks (she's no dummy), 'I have an idea. It's so
sheer that it might as well be nothing. I won't put it on, but I'll do
the modeling naked, return it tomorrow, and keep the $500 refund for
myself.'

She appears naked on the balcony and strikes a pose.

The husband says, 'Good Grief! You'd think for $500, they'd at least
iron it!'

He never even heard the shot.

His Funeral will be on Thursday at Noon. Closed coffin.





.......

Walking the Zoo

Well today we took the family to the Springfield

Zoo. It's been several years since they had went,

the last time they went was nearly ten years ago.

Our granddaughter wasn't even born yet, and our

grandson would of been an infant so he didn't

remember going. A few years ago we took them

all to the St. Louis Zoo. That zoo is free admission

and an aweful lot bigger and nicer. But none the less

we all had a good time.

Then we went to eat at Golden Corral before

going the my to our grandkids home for a bar-b-q later

that night and to shoot off some fireworks.

What A Place?

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What A Place
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Where the wind blows, and

Where the water flows.

Where the sky is gray,

On a winters day.

Where the sun is bright, or

Where it's always night.

Could be in your heart, or

Just shopping a K-Mart.

Maybe boating and fishing, or

Just dreaming and wishing

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One Moment Please

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My personal list of why people become suicidal:

1. Mentally ill/ or unstable

2. Needing something in his/her life and can't
wait patiently for it to get to them

3. Severe loneliness/abandonment

4. Anger

5. Confusion

6. A way to escape from there problems

7. To not be a burden to society and or anyone else

8. Accomplished everything in life he or she wanted to

9. They see themselves never accomplishing
what they want to in life

10. For love

11. Sad/Sorrow

12. They Just Give-up trying

13. They lose their way or become lost

14. Scared

15. In search of GOD

16. In search of Satan

17. Afraid of dying a slow suffering death

18. Money problems

19. Sexual problems

...to be continued hopefully

~Dave~
Started 6/3/04
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These 4 walls of Eng. 101

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These 4 walls of Eng. 101

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The room is square and seats 24,

If you count Ms. A. add one more.

Computers at every seat,

And multicolored carpet under my feet.

The walls are light green,

Of Grant and Abby I’m in between.

There’s only one door of course,

Our seats are grouped in thirds not fourths.

A few windows with the shades pulled,

On the whiteboard Ms. A. has our work scheduled.

There’s an overhead projector to use in visual aid,

On which movies or slides can be displayed.

At the head of the class is Ms. A.’s desk,

Where she reads and dreams of Romanesque.

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-------------Photo of the Day--------------



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A good sign you should
go back to bed!!!
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Observing, Not Stalking...and A 10 minute Mile

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Who can it be
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I observed a female student in her

early twenties with a dark flowing main.

As she’s walking towards me I see she

bares a dark tan and that she’s

wearing sunglasses. She's also wearing

a bright knit T-shirt the color of a stop

sign and snug fitting faded slacks and

white flip flops. She appeared to be

in a hurry so I held the door open for her.

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A 10 Minute Mile

for Ms. A
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As I walked this ten minute mile,

I seen people with a smile.

I heard people talking,

I even seen a gun used for caulking.

I looked at the sky,

With the sun in my eye.

I felt an awesome breeze,

And wished I were near a Tasty Freeze.

I noticed manholes in the ground,

And Fire Extinguishers all around.

The landscaping looked really nice,

I bet its not as pretty covered in snow and ice.

I seen signs for all sorts of things,

But not a one prohibiting nose rings.

I seen the back of Hammon's Field,

Yet I kept on walking and didn’t yield.

~Dave~

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The Web???

I like to walk in the rain,

So no one can see my pain.

I prefer to walk at night,

So no one can see my blight.

I tend to hide my face,

Or just stare into space.

I die inside a little bit each day,

Hoping one day I'll pass away.

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Nothingness

The nothingness in this room is nothingness

even a word, if it is what is nothingness.

Is nothingness something or is it nothing

at all. I think nothingness could be

something except for the fact that is

nothing at all.

Oh Prompt me

Red the color some see it bright

some see it dull, it’s used in gardens

to brighten, and used in business as a

negetive. I like red but it’s not my

favorite of all. I use it to draw attention

too something, in the way a stop sign uses

red. It stands out bright for good and bad

and is useful to catch the eye. Free

writing is scary I don’t think fast enough

to free write and make any sense of it.

Maybe



I chose the word draw, I’m no good at

drawing. My perception of things don’t

transfer to the paper as I see them.

Doodle and scribble is what I do best

when I try to draw. Draw can mean several

things, not just to draw a sketch but one

can draw attention to something, or draw a

firearm, or maybe even draw nearer or

farther to or from something or someone.



Things are everywhere, I see things, I

hear things, I have things, and there are

things I do not have, I feel things, and

there are things I’d rather not feel,

things are complex they can be anything,

but can they really be nothing at all, I’ve

always wondered how something could actually

be nothing at all. Is nothing really

something or is somethings really nothing.

Something is for sure

What's a Prompt

Daughters Births

Accidents I was in

My Dad passing away

Winning the lottery



My Daughters Births

I knew it time so I kept myself

ready at a moments notice.

I got the I was waiting for.

My first daughter was ready to

enter this world and she wasn’t

waiting any longer. My stepfather

rushed her to the ER and I got

released from work to be there for

them. As I arrived at the ER I was

informed that I must hurry if I were

to see her birth, so they wrapped me

in a gown and gave me a mask and away

I went to welcome her.

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Things I seen

Freed

Nurses in gowns and masks

My wife on a bed in a lot of pain

Doctors, Nurses, and Medical Techs coming in and out

A Respirator

An EKG (Heart rate monitor)

Stainless steel surgical tools on a tray

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Things I Heard


EKG beeping

People talking

Foot steps

Voice over the intercom

Door opening and closing

My wife yelling in pain

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Things I touched


My wife’s grip while she was in pain

My daughter when they finally let us hold her

The bed my wife was in

The door to the room

The blanket she was wrapped in

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Things I smelled

Freed

Hospital smell

Nurses perfume

Pure Oxygen

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Things I tasted

drawing a Blank

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Emotions I felt



Scared

Proud

Happy

Worried

Nervous

Overwhelmed

Joy

Lost

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A Baseball in a Box

Maybe one belonging to the Red Sox

It's in its box just for show

Only in the Ozarks

Oh kay nowe eye'm knew et righten sew pleeze

baer wit me. Eye'm ritten today four mi

Inglish 1 oh 1. Sum say its ezeey butt eye

doughn't thank it is. Eye had knot ritten

ann S A four over thertie years, end evon

then eye was knot veri well et it. Schoolin

was knot et the topp of mi paws list of thangs

that eye kneaded too dew. Hee all ways sed

choors make the man, end schoolin was four

sissie boys. Eye liked schoolin cause eye

thank mi Inglish teachor is purtty,butt eye


never diid tel paw that, hee wood ah took ah

switchin too me. Sew afta eye went too bed

is wen eye diid mi homewurk that way mi teachor

wood bee prowd of me, end smile et me. End

wit paw choors all ways was too bee done ferst.

Ma she diid knot care much four me dewin choors

she rather eye diid mi schoolin ferst she sed eye

kneaded a good edacation. Wen eye was knot dewin

choors and schoolin eye like too goe fishin from

the crick. Eye find it relaxin. Nowe that eye'm alot

older eye see that both mi ma end paw was right, eye

kneaded too dew mi choors sew eye wood no what

hard wurk was, end that a man was too wurk hard

in his life, end well ma was right too cause eye

kneaded scoolin too its hard to get buy inn life

witout ann edacation. Sew nowe eye tel mi youngins

that they knead too leern too wurk hard and leern

scoolin sew they can bee someone later inn life.

Eye'm glad mi ma end paw leerned me them there values.
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Secret family recipe for "Lumpy Essay"

1 Good Ripe Subject
76 cups of Tyme
12 or 1500 Words
2 cases of good Beer
1 narrator/author
9 tbsp. of punctuation
2 pinches of salt
20 Ibuprofen
1 tube Icy Hot

Getting Started

1. Pre-heat your WORD Processor to 1200 to 1500

2. Drink all the Beer then

3. Slice Ripe Subject into interesting chunks

4. In a medium size MLA (3-4 page layout)

Mix together:

Subject, Tyme, author, words, salt, and

punctuation into a smooth rich flowing blend.

5. Then scoop up the mixture by the handful and

drop it onto the medium size MLA, molding the

clumps into a uniform layer.

(For best results setup the Essay so that Ms. A.

will enjoy it)

6. Take enough Ibuprofen to get rid of that headache you have.

7. Rub Icy Hot on your hands after washing them and sit back

and relax

Recipe makes One Lumpy Essay
Feeds one PurpleEnglishTeacher

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Why's a Pot calling a Kettle Black?

I thought we called Kettle corn

and Pot made you high, and neither of them

black in color. But what do I know I'm

merely a writer who sees things from

another perspective. Take for instance

Sex I always seen sex as being between

a man and a woman now even that isn't

the case anymore. And a Miss Universe

pageant winner will lose her title

these days for even mentioning that

she believes in traditional

relationships between a man and a

woman, who'd a thought...Personally

though I always have sex with the opposite

sex, I like a woman's body myself.


Then there's color it isn't and hasn't

been black and white for a long time, so

why do we discriminate between for the most

part just them two.


I shake my head at some peoples reasoning,

Wondering how some people even manage to

get by in this world we live in. They spend

more time and energy on worrying about stupid

things rather than paying more attention to

their own life.

The Dam Beavers.

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This is an actual letter sent to a man named
Ryan DeVries regarding a pond on his property.

It was sent by the Pennsylvania Department of
Environmental Quality, State of Pennsylvania .

This guy's response is hilarious, but read
The State's letter before you get to the response
letter.

State of Pennsylvania 's letter to Mr. DeVries:



SUBJECT: DEQ
File No.97-59-0023; T11N; R10W, Sec 20; Lycoming County

Dear Mr. DeVries:

It has come to the attention of the Department of
Environmental Quality that there has been recent
unauthorized activity on the above referenced
parcel of property. You have been certified as
the legal landowner and/or contractor who did
the following unauthorized activity:

Construction and maintenance of two wood debris
dams across the outlet stream of Spring Pond.

A permit must be issued prior to the start of
this type of activity. A review of the
Department's files shows that no permits have
been issued Therefore, the Department has
determined that this activity is in violation
of Part 301, Inland Lakes and Streams, of the
Natural Resource and Environmental Protection
Act, Act 451 of the Public Acts of 1994, being
sections 324.30101 to 324.30113 of the
Pennsylvania Compiled Laws, annotated.

The Department has been informed that one or
both of the dams partially failed during a
recent rain event, causing debris and flooding
at downstream locations. We find that dams of
this nature are inherently hazardous and cannot
be permitted. The Department therefore orders
you to cease and desist all activities at this
location, and to restore the stream to a free-
flow condition by removing all wood and brush
forming the dams from the stream channel. All
restoration work shall be completed no later
than January 31, 2007.

Please notify this office when the restoration
has been completed so that a follow-up site
inspection may be scheduled by our staff.
Failure to comply with this request or any
further unauthorized activity on the site may
result in this case being referred for elevated
enforcement action..

We anticipate and would appreciate your full
cooperation in this matter. Please feel free
to contact me at this office if you have any
questions.

Sincerely,
David L. Price
District Representative and Water Management
Division.



Here is the actual response sent back by Mr. DeVries:


Re: DEQ File
No. 97-59-0023; T11N; R10W, Sec. 20; Lycoming County

Dear Mr.Price,

Your certified letter dated 12/17/06 has been
handed to me to respond to. I am the legal
landowner but not the Contractor at 2088 Dagget
Lane , Trout Run, Pennsylvania .

A couple of beavers are in the
(State unauthorized) process of constructing
and maintaining two wood 'debris' dams across
the outlet stream of my Spring Pond. While I
did not pay for, authorize, nor supervise their
dam project, I think they would be highly offended
that you call their skillful use of natures
building materials 'debris.'

I would like to challenge your department to
attempt to emulate their dam project any time
and/or any place you choose. I believe I can
safely state there is no way you could ever
match their dam skills, their dam resourcefulness,
their dam ingenuity, their dam persistence, their
dam determination and/or their dam work ethic.
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These are the beavers/contractors you are seeking.
As to your request, I do not think the beavers are
aware that they must first fill out a dam permit
prior to the start of this type of dam activity.

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My first dam question to you is:
(1) Are you trying to discriminate against my
Spring Pond Beavers, or
(2) do you require all beavers throughout this
State to conform to said dam request?

If you are not discriminating against these
particular beavers, through the Freedom of
Information Act, I request completed copies of
all those other applicable beaver dam permits
that have been issued. (Perhaps we will see
if there really is a dam violation of Part 301,
Inland Lakes and Streams, of the Natural Resource
and Environmental Protection Act, Act 451 of the
Public Acts of 1994, being sections 324.30101 to
324.30113 of the Pennsylvania Compiled Laws,
annotated.)

I have several dam concerns. My first dam concern
is, aren't the beavers entitled to legal
representation? The Spring Pond Beavers are
financially destitute and are unable to pay for
said representation -- so the State will have to
provide them with a dam lawyer.

The Department's dam concern that either one or
both of the dams failed during a recent rain
event, causing flooding, is proof that this is a
natural occurrence, which the Department is
required to protect. In other words, we should
leave the Spring Pond Beavers alone rather than
harassing them and calling them dam names.

If you want the damed stream 'restored' to a dam
free-flow condition please contact the beavers --
but if you are going to arrest them, they obviously
did not pay any attention to your dam letter, they
being unable to read English.

In my humble opinion, the Spring Pond Beavers have
a right to build their unauthorized dams as long
as the sky is blue, the grass is green and water
flows downstream. They have more dam rights than
I do to live and enjoy Spring Pond. If the
Department of Natural Resources and Environmental
Protection lives up to its name, it should protect
the natural resources (Beavers) and the environment
(Beavers' Dams).

So, as far as the beavers and I are concerned, this
dam case can be referred for more elevated enforcement
action right now. Why wait until 1/31/2007? The Spring
Pond Beavers may be under the dam ice by then and
there will be no way for you or your dam staff to
contact/harass them.

In conclusion, I would like to bring to your
attention to a real environmental quality, health,
problem in the area It is the bears! Bears are
actually defecating in our woods. I definitely
believe you should be persecuting the defecating
bears and leave the beavers alone. If you are going
to investigate the beaver dam, watch your dam step!
The bears are not careful where they dump!

Being unable to comply with your dam request, and
being unable to contact you on your dam answering
machine, I am sending this response to your dam
office.

THANK YOU,


RYAN DEVRIES & THE DAM BEAVERS

My First Published Poem:

------------My Love--------------

I love you so, I can't hold still.

I love you so, with all my will.

I love you so, I can not sleep.

I love you so, forever to keep.

I love you so, I watch you breathe,

I love you so, It's you I need.

I love you so, I hold you dear.

I love you so, I'll always be near.

I love you so, As I always have.

I love you so, to hear you laugh.

I love you so, to see you smile.

I love you so, to walk that aisle.

I love you so, to live my life.

I love you so, to be my wife.

I love you so, you love me back.

I love you so, we'll make this pact.

I love you so, 'til death do us part.

I love you so, with all my heart.

I love you so, You'll never know.

I love you so, "I LOVE YOU SO"

~Dave~

National Poetry Society 2004-2005
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I wrote my best when I had
inspiration. Most of the time I have
none. People laughing at my work is not
good inspiration. Actually the poem above
after I wrote and fine tuned it, it was
laughed at. So with criticism like that
I don't write well anymore. And if I do
come up with something good I only reveal
it to a select few.

Needless to say I write no more.
Except here for Ms. A.

~Dave~


----------------- Photo of the day ------------------
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Don't you just hate it when you get a Crack in your Windshield
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Tuesday Bluesday

Rain, Rain and more Rain. Just what we

need to make the grass grow some more.

Don't get me wrong I like the rain I just

dislike mowing the grass, not that its

difficult or anything, mostly just

boring. I just got it mowed on Sunday. So

now I watch it grow until it needs mowed

again.

I read the story Shitty First Drafts

for Eng. 101 discussion which was supposed

to be on Monday, but we ran out of time

so I'll have to read it again because I

forgot what it was about already. Retaining

what I read isn't easy for me, so besides

reading everything word for word I have to

reread things two or three times before I

can make any sense of what it was I had read.

Well my math class is kicking my

you know what as usual. Just when I

think I've got a hold on it, it begins

to confuse me again.

Monday, Not a Funday!

Start out with a Crappy First Draft,

And your writing may take off like an Aircraft.

Just write anything that comes to mind,

That way you won't fall behind.

Soon you'll have a lot to choose from,

Like photos in an album.

Just write anything, just put something down,

No one will see it, so be a clown.

And when you have that Crappy First Draft all done,

It'll feel like you've just begun.

It takes a little time to get started,

Once you become unguarded.

You'll begin to feel like a pro,

As the sentences continue to flow.

Then you'll be ready to refine your story,

And x out all the Baloney.

Then you can shred that Crappy First Draft once and for all,

No more head banging against the wall......

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Rain or Shine

Photo of the Day




Taken Thursday night, April 2, 2009 .

Lariat Sandridge Energy South of Ft Stockton , TX


One of the riggers on this Oil Rig wanted a picture

of the lightning unaware of the tornado it was about to

illuminate. What a surprise it was to him to see a

twister that size baring down on them.

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People for the most part don't like the

Rain or maybe it's just getting wet is what

they don't like. What ever the reason is I

feel they're looking at it all wrong. What

if it quit raining like it does in some

parts of world, they may change their

tune then wouldn't they.

I enjoy the rain. Even when it rains

for several days in a row. It's when it

stops raining is when I become upset.

People also become upset when the sun

shines in their eyes. But what if the sun

quit shining. It will happen someday and

that will not be a good day.

This last Friday we wanted to go to

Silver Dollar City, but it rained most

of the day. It was disappointing to every

body except me I took it with stride because

I have thought of the day it rained no more.

What if Time stopped and we lived for

ever. Often I wonder about things like that.

There wouldn't be anymore death, but does

that also mean there wouldn't be anymore

births. And could we handle living forever?

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How Fluent are I ???

I am probably not as fluent as most, but

I may possess some fluency.

Fluency in writing I find is merely the

ability to formulate written texts in a

language.

However Fluency in reading is a bit

different it consists of the ability

to easily read and understand texts

written in a language.

I think I can fluently write a bit better

then I can fluently read.

Yet with that being said my writing will

show my lack of a fluent vocabulary.

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Where Words Take Us

I map my words as I write and speak,

Often showing a lack of technique.

It appears to be good enough,

As long as I don't use the same ole stuff.

I try to make sense,

And not sound stupid and dense.

So if what I say begins to sound silly,

Hang on because the road ahead may get a bit Hilly.

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Friends

Opposites really do attrack

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"I'm beat"

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"Nice doggie... Good boy.."

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"Lets sleep in today"

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"Is it morning already"

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"Thanks for keeping me warm"

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"Hush I said"

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Hey gimme my ball back

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"Sleep well my little Friend"
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Free Writing, Is it really FREE?...

Photo of the Day

This is my oldest daughter she's the

mother of our two little persons.


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Ms. A calls it free writing,

I call it nail biting.

It's not always easy,

At times I even sound cheesy.

I know I'm no professional,

But at least I'm not artificial.

So I keep doing my best,

To keep up with the rest.

Trying to make some sense of it all,

Hoping it's my name she doesn't call.

I find free writing very difficult,

To come up with a satisfying result.

I pray to God I'm able to pass,

So I won't look like a total Jackass.

So I'll keep on writing free,

And show I have some ability.

To work outside my zone,

I doubt that I'm all alone.

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Choose Your Weapon of Voice - " Carefully "

Is your voice a WMD

(Weapon Of Mass Destruction)

Or is it a Healer of Souls

One might look at the light of life,

another may look at the darkness of

death.

I'd prefer to heal than

inflict pain, and to say nothing

at all rather then do battle.

Voices only express what we

allow them too, imagine what we

can't hear what someone may of

thought of in their mind but

didn't say. Is it still

damage done even if it was

thought and wasn't even said.

Probably so, but if we say it

it's a lot harder to take back

then if we just pause a moment

before we say something that

we can't undo.

Is Anyone Out There

Photo of the Day




Three of my four Pomeranian's watching me mow

the grass.

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Travel in Time....

If one could go back in time,

would they really change any-

thing from their past, knowing

that the slightest little change

would completely turn their

life in a totally different

direction.

Maybe some people would, but

I'd bet most people would choose

not to change anything in their

past for fear of not knowing

what the outcome would be.

Personally I'd like to

change a few things, but not at

the cost of losing some of the

people in my life.

I think it would be a nice

place and time to visit maybe,

but change anything, no I wouldn't

want to change anything.


What about Dinosaurs?

Why are they gone forever?

Would you like it if they

were still here?

Were they really all that bad?

or have we blown them out of
proportion?

Do you think they will ever

reemerge?

...No Sun...

Have you ever thought of what

the day would be like when the

Sun burned out. I often wonder

about that day. Though it is

scary, knowing that when that

day comes life as we know it

will slowly cease to exist.

Not even the moon or stars

will shine. Total darkness

can you even imagine.


Stupid

Have we ever been stupid or just

uneducated. Is anyone stupid or do

they just not know as much as

someone else. I've been called

a lot of things including stupid,

but I don't consider myself stupid.

I'd rather think of myself merely

as in the dark about some things.

Not Stupid

Where is Time

I didn't sleep well at all last night,

so I had trouble getting up this morning.

It seems like everything I had to do just

took longer than usual to accomplish.

And naturally I forgot to feed my puppies

their breakfast, boy were they hungry when

I got home.

Luckily I got to school in plenty of

time, I thought for sure I was going to be

late for Math. I wasn't real happy the way

my English Essay turned out, but I gave it

my best shot, I must of re-wrote it 3-4

times before I could bring it to a close.

I hope it was good enough.

Time seem to go so fast today, where did

time go. I stayed busy yet I still ran out

of time. Sometimes I wonder what I need

more of time or money, I think I would

like more time than money.

Where do I begin

I'll begin today by watching some news,

Even though it gives me the blues.

It's mostly all bad,

And that's really sad.

Last night I watched America's Most Wanted,

It made me dream the night is haunted.

So far today I'm doing well,

As I do this blog on my laptop DELL.

Then I'll struggle with that movie assignment,

As it knocks my brain all out of alignment.

So I'll go for now so I can finish,

This dreaded assignment in 101 English.

~Dave~

Photo of the Day

This is Mya, my youngest daughters newest addition to the family.

She's a three and half month old English Bulldog, But we don't

say it to loud though cause she doesn't know she's a dog.



Well my oldest daughter got back from Minnesota

today and came over to pick up her two Yorkies

that I was puppie sitting for so now I'm back

to having just the four of mine....Wheewwwww

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Yet another day:


As I awaken from my sleep,

I had prayed to God our souls to keep.

He's granted me yet another day,

To do his work if I may.

I care for six puppies,

Not as easy as a tank of guppies.

I fed them breakfast so they can run,

and bark and play and do what's fun.

Then I'm off to my daughters and maybe a yard sale,

Then back home to check our mail.

I'll then mow the lawn

Until I begin to yawn.

Then I have homework to do.

So for now I'll say "tootle loo"

~Dave~

Photo of the day


My Tractor Trailer wreck in '04 in which

I was not wearing a seat belt, if I had

been I most certainly would not have

survived. The semi-tractor made a complete

rollover and the trailer made 3/4 of a full

rollover. I fell asleep at the wheel.

I lived to see "Yet another Day"



Well I've finished mowing the grass,

Finally, it's done at last.

I've finished my Math and all my reading,

Now the movie assignment is what I'm needing.

I've thought of where to start,

But, can I pull it from within my heart.

Can I find the words and feelings I need,

Or will I again fail to succeed.

I almost always fall way short,

I have to try hard not to abort.

~Dave~

I'm off to the restaurant to get us dinner,

So my wife can get ready for work. Then I'll

feed my puppies one last time for the day.

I'll then do some more homework before I go

to bed for the night.

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