tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-271776692024-03-23T14:11:22.631-04:00Becoming VisibleThe Persianhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02233760538686915146noreply@blogger.comBlogger413125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27177669.post-38973371934670287102012-01-24T19:35:00.002-05:002012-01-24T19:36:57.161-05:00Heya :-)<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-5k1eUJ1xttU/Tx9MVCq0meI/AAAAAAAABeU/XRHswq5lEHI/s1600/profile.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="400" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-5k1eUJ1xttU/Tx9MVCq0meI/AAAAAAAABeU/XRHswq5lEHI/s400/profile.jpg" width="202" /></a></div>--- <br />
so I guess Blogging isn't quite dead yet, despite Facebook.<br />
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a pic of me in Salt Lake this past November...<br />
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Things are going pretty well for me.. despite being single<br />
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but then again that is definitely my fault...<br />
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ya have to actually meet people and not isolate to date<br />
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my bad<br />
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more tomorrow... </div>The Persianhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02233760538686915146noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27177669.post-70029539608108814232011-03-31T09:11:00.000-04:002011-03-31T09:11:58.139-04:00GAH!! I'm still alive :-)<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-BeDtcr6k7rs/TZR9bEHfInI/AAAAAAAABaM/6hgE2bftvkE/s1600/66.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left:1em; margin-right:1em"><img border="0" height="320" width="320" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-BeDtcr6k7rs/TZR9bEHfInI/AAAAAAAABaM/6hgE2bftvkE/s320/66.jpg" /></a></div>--<br />
I can't believe 2010 went without a single post.. time flies by doesn't it?<br />
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Shit a lot has happened this past year..<br />
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This place definitely needs a makeover.. <br />
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Today is 66 Days since I've had a drink.. <br />
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The first 33 days of that I spent in Miami, possibly more on that later.<br />
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<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-nHpx1ynBc0I/TZR9mO6C-OI/AAAAAAAABaU/Q8xfIqfjI50/s1600/new.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left:1em; margin-right:1em"><img border="0" height="264" width="320" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-nHpx1ynBc0I/TZR9mO6C-OI/AAAAAAAABaU/Q8xfIqfjI50/s320/new.jpg" /></a></div>The Persianhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02233760538686915146noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27177669.post-46018095192863319532009-11-04T02:16:00.001-05:002009-11-04T02:16:22.215-05:00It's been a long while...<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cEd6dUGbVKM/SvEogZfWm0I/AAAAAAAABE8/xvtjjBdnIrA/s1600-h/me.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 316px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cEd6dUGbVKM/SvEogZfWm0I/AAAAAAAABE8/xvtjjBdnIrA/s320/me.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5400141965257251650" border="0" /></a>---<br /><div style="text-align: justify;">I can't believe how long it's been since I've last posted. I toyed with the thought of deleting this place.. but I always decide against it. I've been mega busy lately too... huge lawn project, joined a gym and go three times a week, still settling into my new house. It's been a year already since I bought it. Being a first time home owner things are starting to happen which sort of serve as an indicator of what's to come. Things break, calls have to be made, newish kinda bills have to be paid etc. I'm learning...<br />---<br />Like I said I joined a gym (two months ago)<br />---<br />Not only did I join a gym I hired a trainer three times a week..<br />---<br />If u ever feel like u wont be motivated with a workout routine.. Hire a Trainer! Wow.. it's amazing. You just have to show up and he tells you what to do, tracks your progress, increases intensity.. It makes a huge difference to me. Last Gym I joined, I was always sort of pulled toward the Tread Mills/<span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">Eliptical</span> Trainers. Those bizarre looking weight machines were kind of intimidating, especially when you try to teach yourself how to use one in front of about 20 other people standing around. I have a real "I look like an idiot" complex in those situations so yea.. it's great to have someone who knows what they are doing actually show (and tell) you how to use them. Now I even go on my off days and get on them like a pro.<br />---<br />And wow is my Trainer <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1">Cutt</span>... and friendly!! He loves to give me pointers and his own unique methods of building up for outside the gym.<br />---<br />What else.. oh yea ... I bought a Shed yesterday!! It has a "hip roof" just like my house and the siding will match as well. Now I have a place to store my Deere.. and my 2 car garage can actually fit <span style="font-style: italic;">two</span> cars again<br />---<br /><span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2">hmm</span>... what else..<br />---<br />still single.. <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3">i've</span> been on a couple dates these past few months, when I can fit one in. Nothing earth shattering, I actually made a couple new friends. Dating can get kinda exhausting, especially with a hectic life like mine. I used to enjoy it a lot more <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4">lol</span><br />---<br />well back to work, I am on third tonight. The normal guy has the flu, which seems to be running rampant around here.<br />---<br />Adios for now<br /></div>The Persianhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02233760538686915146noreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27177669.post-2998993635369062112009-06-05T16:12:00.001-04:002009-06-05T16:12:33.320-04:00<object width="560" height="340"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/CBCEnVBaPOs&hl=en&fs=1&"></param><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"></param><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"></param><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/CBCEnVBaPOs&hl=en&fs=1&" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="560" height="340"></embed></object>The Persianhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02233760538686915146noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27177669.post-49643963122781436662009-05-04T23:50:00.005-04:002009-05-05T07:55:21.184-04:00been a while ...<div align="center"><em></em><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cEd6dUGbVKM/Sf-4RKpCnkI/AAAAAAAABDY/6ekwxD0yWyQ/s1600-h/baby.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5332183088883736130" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; width: 248px; height: 320px; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cEd6dUGbVKM/Sf-4RKpCnkI/AAAAAAAABDY/6ekwxD0yWyQ/s320/baby.jpg" border="0" /></a> ---</div><br /><div align="justify">A woman gets on a bus with her baby. The bus driver says: "That's the ugliest baby that I've ever seen." The woman goes to the rear of the bus and sits down, face red, <span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"><strong>FUMING</strong></span>! She says to a man next to her, "That driver just insulted me!"<br />---</div><div align="justify">The man says, "You go right up there and tell him off! Go ahead, I'll hold your monkey for you."</div><div align="left">--- </div><div align="center">anyway... funny shite :)</div><div align="left">---</div><div align="left">I have not posted in a while, but like a bad rash, I always show back up eventually :)</div><div align="left">---</div><div align="left">Life has been mad hectic... <em>PLUS</em> I have had a couple distractions .. </div><div align="left">---</div><div align="justify">I started falling for this guy who was just wrong for me. You know when you first meet someone that you click with, and pretty much all your free time is spent together. Yea well that's what happened. It was all bad, I knew it from the start and well ... I came to my senses. But it was fun.</div><div align="left">---</div><div align="left">:)</div><div align="left">---</div><div align="left">My blog, among other things suffered. </div><div align="left">---<br /></div><p><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cEd6dUGbVKM/Sf-6SH4HheI/AAAAAAAABDg/eVYVrvzG2E4/s1600-h/crazyjim.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5332185304344790498" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; width: 320px; height: 306px; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cEd6dUGbVKM/Sf-6SH4HheI/AAAAAAAABDg/eVYVrvzG2E4/s320/crazyjim.jpg" border="0" /></a> ---</p><p>A pic from a few days ago of me, my puppy (Kurt the cat terrorizer) and my best friend Nick</p><p>---</p><p>I.look.demonic</p><p>---</p><p>Other things in Jim's life.... oh yea my condo finally officially closed today.</p><p>I get my <em>shweeeeeeeeeet</em> check tomorrow :)</p><p>---</p><p>the market is so crazy, so what if I had to come down like 4K and suffer 4 traumatic closing delays. I am just happy it's all over now. I miss the ability to take car loads of stuff to the condo dumpster over there but still ... I am really really happy right now, <strong>like</strong> Triple X Beer with shots of Rumpleminze happy. hehe</p><p>---</p><p>I deserve it, or something</p><p>---</p><p>I'll be back, eventually :)</p>The Persianhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02233760538686915146noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27177669.post-64132905259037744122009-04-13T07:57:00.005-04:002009-04-13T08:24:12.845-04:00insane woman....<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj52UN3S47CR8dDcXfXF590mmlAnhyphenhyphen1jMRdoV32LE0gS54-EWVAg6owbC-FWXEDn6JQUjnsIvbTWAJGhUavEU7kchuGTE597j6ckKVoFkwKfJULjIfK2wtlaDiS-92ZUE-vD7E5KA/s1600-h/art.polar.bear.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 292px; height: 219px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj52UN3S47CR8dDcXfXF590mmlAnhyphenhyphen1jMRdoV32LE0gS54-EWVAg6owbC-FWXEDn6JQUjnsIvbTWAJGhUavEU7kchuGTE597j6ckKVoFkwKfJULjIfK2wtlaDiS-92ZUE-vD7E5KA/s320/art.polar.bear.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5324144134318186594" border="0" /></a><br /><div style="text-align: justify;">BERLIN, Germany (CNN) -- A polar bear attacked a woman at Berlin Zoo Friday afternoon after she climbed a fence and jumped into its habitat during feeding time, police said Saturday.One adult polar bit her several times after she plunged into the moat, police said. Zoo workers tossed rescue rings toward the woman to hoist her out and distract polar bears swimming nearby, said Goerg Gebhard, a Berlin police officer.At one point the woman fell back into the water and was grabbed by a bear before she was eventually hoisted to safety."They saved her life," Gebhard told CNN.The woman was severely injured and was being treated at a hospital, police said. t's unclear why the woman entered the bear habitat.<br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">---<br />I'll tell you why she entered the bear habitat, <span style="font-weight: bold;">shes.fucking.nuts</span><br />---<br />I have never told anyone this before but I have nightmares<br />involving being mauled by a bear (usually it's a grizzly tho)<br />---<br />moving right along...<br />---<br />hopefully any of you who celebrate the joyous event<br />we christians call Easter had a good one!<br />---<br />Actually mine was <span style="font-weight: bold;">AMAZING</span><br />---<br />it was just my sons and I, our first holiday together in my new house.<br />---<br />I made ham, mashed potatoes, fresh green beans, eggplant (we're Italian) yams..<br />---<br />cherry cheesecake and chocolate cream pie for dessert, and also ginger cookies<br />---<br />we had a great time, they said it was the best easter they ever had<br />---<br />aww.. that made me feel so amazing, because <span style="font-style: italic;">for me</span> it WAS the best Easter ever<br />---<br /><br /></div>The Persianhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02233760538686915146noreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27177669.post-55937462435856288872009-04-02T08:10:00.005-04:002009-04-02T08:47:54.057-04:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cEd6dUGbVKM/SdSxtTH3kTI/AAAAAAAABDI/kzKhC2KcGgQ/s1600-h/jfk-airport-map.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cEd6dUGbVKM/SdSxtTH3kTI/AAAAAAAABDI/kzKhC2KcGgQ/s320/jfk-airport-map.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5320072451616903474" border="0" /></a><br /><div style="text-align: justify;">so the buyer for my condo is still trying to get financing after the original fell through. I am really getting irritated, it's not his fault but sheesh. He has an amazing credit score, is putting 10% down and has a great job. My realtor said if they won't loan to him then who WILL they loan too?<br /></div>---<br />times.is.tough<br />---<br />we're now shooting for a closing on April 15th.<br />---<br /><div style="text-align: justify;">My older son is leaving for Europe Saturday, and I get to drive him down to JFK. Yikes, the whole idea is frightening, not a big fan of driving in New York. I've driven to Kennedy before, but only to long term park and jump on my own flight. This time I have to short term park, walk him to a certain terminal, wait for the Youth Group reps to show up, see him off, find my car again, and hopefully make it out of the city and home. I have the worst habit of getting miserably lost, even with a GPS system. Ok don't laugh it's true.<br />---<br />As long as I get him there on time I'm happy. Making it home in one piece without a detour through The Bronx or some other tourist friendly crime ridden part of New York, is no big deal. If I get break down, get mugged and stabbed to death so what, at least he made it to his flight.<br />---<br />just kidding (hehe well sorta)<br />---<br />Anybody out there in bloggerland ever short term park at JFK? What is the experience like?<br />---<br />This guy I went on a couple dates with irks me. Not only is he way too loud and "colorful", but has this weird sort of ADD or something. It's like he doesn't listen to what you say. You start a sentince and half way through he's like "Oh yea, riiight". He also has the really irritating habit of replying to everything you say with "Right?" bleh....<br />---<br />Did I mention there is NO chemistry on my part. Not even a twinge. Watching a movie together the other night he put his hand on my knee and I was not comfortable. just.not.into.him is an understatement. I don't even know if I can make a go at a friendship with this mary.<br />---<br />I have tried to find something we have in common, but really can't. Nothing, zilch, nada...<br />---<br />Maybe he has some interesting friends. He knows a lot of homos in the area, maybe he can introduce me to someone I actually have something in common with.<br />---<br />Here's hoping...<br />---<br />Anybody still participate in HNT?<br />---<br />I am thinking about it for next week.<br /></div>The Persianhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02233760538686915146noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27177669.post-53939203886994985292009-03-26T07:53:00.002-04:002009-03-26T08:31:28.110-04:00my date....<div style="text-align: justify;">I went on a date last night, the guy I was talking about in my last post. We met at a local Tavern, he ate, we talked. It was pretty cool. He's a lot more "gay-worldly" than I am. What I mean to say is that he belongs to a bunch of social groups in the area. I've never joined or attended a Gay social group. Might be interesting. I probably know half the people from when I used to go out years ago.<br /></div>---<br /><div style="text-align: justify;">I only have one long standing gay friend in my life these days. I kinda always wanted to make more, but could never figure out how. The bar scene is not exactly the place to go to meet friends. Forget online, like I said yesterday, apart from maybe Match.com they are all meat markets populated by sex maniacs and people who aren't quite who they say they are and usually a tad (*cough*) older and less attractive than their photos would lead you to believe.<br /></div>---<br /><div style="text-align: justify;">So at the very least I've made a new friend. And I suspect I will have dozens more by the time he's done with me. As far as chemistry with this guy I am on the fence. He's goodlooking enough, my age, very well educated ... I am just not sure if I am attracted to him yet. Maybe that will come later, and eh... if it doesn't like I said, he could become a good friend.<br /></div>---<br /><div style="text-align: justify;">Maybe I am being kinda picky I dunno. I don't think so tho. I really liked the last guy I dated, it's just that he lives in Boston and is really busy. I think we both got tired of the long distance thing. But <span style="font-style: italic;">damn</span>... there was chemistry, almost more than I've experienced in the past.<br /></div>---The Persianhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02233760538686915146noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27177669.post-28331156902194103282009-03-25T08:13:00.003-04:002009-03-25T08:53:45.818-04:00crazy week...This has been a hellish week...<br />---<br />I had a date (sorta) Monday night ...<br />---<br /><div style="text-align: justify;">I should have known better I guess. <span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);">Mhunt</span> is not known for producing grounded interesting people who want to get to know you. It's all about getting you into bed. Sad. I was completely disappointed with the experience. Much like I have been disappointed with Match.com and Gay.com of late.<br /></div>---<br /><div style="text-align: justify;">Supposed to have another "date" this weekend. Eh.. I'm not feeling it from our phone conversation. Then there was that "please unlock" text I got last night out of the blue from the guy. Must have been thinking about me.. lol Not a good sign.<br /></div>---<br /><div style="text-align: justify;">Oh and the MOST exiting part of my week. The buyer for my Condo (which <span style="font-style: italic;">was</span> set to close this coming Friday) has lost his financing!!! So much for Pre-Approval. The Credit Union backed out after the appraisal. Now he is scurrying around to find a local bank to write him a new loan. He thinks he found one (I won't hold my breath). They are shooting to close a week from Friday now. I haven't slept much the last few nights thinking about this mess.<br /></div>---<br /><div style="text-align: justify;">My realtor is a nightmare, so that isn't helping either. To get her on the phone is a major production. Yesterday she called me around 3:30 to tell me the buyer's financing fell through. I was at work and very busy, not able to answer my cell. I called her back 10 minutes later, she didn't answer her phone. I tried ALL NIGHT LONG, she didn't answer. All I got was a text from her once that she was in a meeting. I text her back to call me no matter how late. I never heard from her. This happens every time. She communicates through text. NOT acceptable. Like I said, nightmare.<br /></div>---<br />I need a valium, no wait, a big strong drink.The Persianhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02233760538686915146noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27177669.post-55003646892030491072009-03-21T17:14:00.004-04:002009-03-21T17:20:25.849-04:00Friends forever....<div align="center"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cEd6dUGbVKM/ScVZEuOaaYI/AAAAAAAABCY/cSOWeRJc-dM/s1600-h/20090315000813(4).JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5315752872843569538" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 180px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cEd6dUGbVKM/ScVZEuOaaYI/AAAAAAAABCY/cSOWeRJc-dM/s320/20090315000813(4).JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><div align="center"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cEd6dUGbVKM/ScVY_naL3wI/AAAAAAAABCQ/bmEVfInlD9E/s1600-h/20090315000813(5).JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5315752785114554114" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 180px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cEd6dUGbVKM/ScVY_naL3wI/AAAAAAAABCQ/bmEVfInlD9E/s320/20090315000813(5).JPG" border="0" /></a><br />My cat and dog have lived together nearly a year now. </div><div align="center">They "play" all the time like this. You would think they are killing each other.</div><div align="center">She (Suede the cat) waits under the table for him (Kurt the dog) to walk by and pounces.</div><div align="center">---</div><div align="center">I filmed a couple videos of their craziness...</div><div align="center">---</div><div align="center"><br /><object height="344" width="425"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/QpcgUX4p2yg&hl=en&fs=1"><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/QpcgUX4p2yg&hl=en&fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"></embed></object><br />--- </div></div>The Persianhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02233760538686915146noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27177669.post-68325023621957060732009-03-18T09:38:00.003-04:002009-03-18T09:51:46.683-04:00*ready to strangle someone*<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cEd6dUGbVKM/ScD77vsXziI/AAAAAAAABCI/0RZteEujLC0/s1600-h/pissed_off.gif"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cEd6dUGbVKM/ScD77vsXziI/AAAAAAAABCI/0RZteEujLC0/s320/pissed_off.gif" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5314524564130614818" border="0" /></a><br />This guy from Ebay I was talking about in yesterday's post received the coin I sent him (I have his signature receipt). I get an email soon after which says....<br /><br />"I think the coin is MS (which means uncirculated) , leave me positive feedback and then I will refund your money"<br />---<br /><span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:180%;" ><br />I.dont.think.so</span><br /><br />---<br /><br />I emailed him back that I have done my part (returning the coin within three days) and that I will not leave feedback UNTIL this is resolved and my refund is issued. He has already mentioned a "restocking fee" of 10% (that is 10% of $799.), which I will not pay, it's not in any part of the listing, especially not in the area he talks about refunds.<br /><br />---<br />So I initiated a dispute in Paypal... I give him 24 hours and it's going to be escalated.<br />---<br />*punches the wall twice*The Persianhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02233760538686915146noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27177669.post-41645161462886234332009-03-17T19:28:00.005-04:002009-03-17T20:24:10.060-04:00last night... a post to vent<a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cEd6dUGbVKM/ScA-qOlyo5I/AAAAAAAABCA/E1FNf-mw8h4/s1600-h/22_19A.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5314316455489217426" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cEd6dUGbVKM/ScA-qOlyo5I/AAAAAAAABCA/E1FNf-mw8h4/s320/22_19A.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cEd6dUGbVKM/ScA-aysSOEI/AAAAAAAABB4/IP-6vzP2DBE/s1600-h/15_12A.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5314316190302222402" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cEd6dUGbVKM/ScA-aysSOEI/AAAAAAAABB4/IP-6vzP2DBE/s320/15_12A.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><div align="center"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cEd6dUGbVKM/ScA-R-tU_tI/AAAAAAAABBw/SncxpMNfgnE/s1600-h/11__8A.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5314316038909001426" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cEd6dUGbVKM/ScA-R-tU_tI/AAAAAAAABBw/SncxpMNfgnE/s320/11__8A.JPG" border="0" /></a> ---<br /><div align="justify">Last night I had to run to the post office to overnight a coin I bought off ebay to this idiot who tried to scam me and who only allowed refunds if returned within three days. I was not going to let him get away with selling me a coin for hundreds more than it was worth because I am sort of a newbie and didn't realize what I was bidding on. So anyway, I was determined to get it out last night (the coin arrived yesterday afternoon). The only post office open in the evening was about a 45 minute drive away in CT. I was really fuming, and I guess I thought getting it in the mail right away would make me feel better. It did kinda. </div><div align="justify">---</div><div align="justify">On the way home I decided to pull over and grab something to eat at <a href="http://www.blogger.com/www.rubytuesday.com"><span style="color:#ff0000;">Ruby Tuesdays</span></a>.</div><div align="justify">---</div><div align="justify">I wish I hadn't.</div><div align="justify">---</div><div align="justify">I was up at the salad bar with my friend and I heard a familiar voice call my name behind me.</div><div align="justify">---</div><div align="justify">It was my first boyfriend, who I have not seen in almost 10 years. He was the first (of two) live in relationships I have had. We talked for a minute, it was awkward as hell, he reached out to hug me and I guess sensed I didn't want to (which wasn't completely the case) and extended his hand. We shook. It was really weird. We talked for a second, I was uncomfortable. I am not sure why, but I was sort of taken back. So we exchanged useless information about each other for a couple minutes and he said his goodbyes and went back to work. I guess he's been a bartender there a while. My friend and I sat down, waited for our food. I was not hungry anymore, all I could do was reminisce for some reason, and it wasn't a pleasant experience. </div><div align="justify">---</div><div align="justify">So he's been on my mind ever since. I don't understand why, I am no longer in love with him, that ended years ago when I broke it off. Well in actuality I left him for my second live in relationship, they sort of overlapped (yea I'm a rotten person). In my defense I went from my marriage to this guy within three months and was living with him almost instantly. I spent our entire three years wanting to get out, chasing something, even cheating on him (obviously). </div><div align="justify">---</div><div align="justify">I wasn't ready to settle down so quickly, and our relationship suffered. </div><div align="justify">---</div><div align="justify">It's really odd, part of me wanted to give him my number so we could talk, hang out, whatever. I then reminded myself how much he drove me crazy. He had this personality I can only liken to a used car salesman. We were never really compatable, he molded himself into what he thought I wanted him to be, and naturally it didn't work. </div><div align="justify">---</div><div align="justify">Why is it even now, years later I get so upset just seeing him? Why was my gut impulse to try and give him my number so that we could catch up? sigh.....</div><div align="justify">---</div><div align="justify">I've been told that I have issues letting go. Issues with being rejected even if it is a result of my own behavior/actions. Maybe that's it. Maybe in my own selfish way I want him to love me as much as he did back in the day despite what I have done to him. </div><div align="justify">---</div><div align="justify">It's no wonder I am still alone. I guess it's a self destructive thing.</div><div align="justify">---</div><div align="justify">Anyway, I hope he is finally happy. He seemed to be. </div><div align="justify">---</div><div align="justify">There, I got that off my chest. I kinda feel better somehow.</div></div></div>The Persianhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02233760538686915146noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27177669.post-67545507717685273242009-03-15T00:02:00.010-04:002009-03-15T00:02:00.844-04:00Kurt...<div align="center"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cEd6dUGbVKM/SbxjCmPOZHI/AAAAAAAABBY/xOAggegSTmc/s1600-h/001.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5313230556665635954" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cEd6dUGbVKM/SbxjCmPOZHI/AAAAAAAABBY/xOAggegSTmc/s320/001.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cEd6dUGbVKM/Sbxi4GlRKpI/AAAAAAAABBQ/Kk8n7VLnXLs/s1600-h/002.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5313230376369466002" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 208px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cEd6dUGbVKM/Sbxi4GlRKpI/AAAAAAAABBQ/Kk8n7VLnXLs/s320/002.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cEd6dUGbVKM/SbxiyQvSbeI/AAAAAAAABBI/nIdzW6cwXqs/s1600-h/003.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5313230276016631266" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 209px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cEd6dUGbVKM/SbxiyQvSbeI/AAAAAAAABBI/nIdzW6cwXqs/s320/003.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><div align="center"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cEd6dUGbVKM/SbxisaFLw7I/AAAAAAAABBA/ssoIsohifMY/s1600-h/004.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5313230175445173170" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 208px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cEd6dUGbVKM/SbxisaFLw7I/AAAAAAAABBA/ssoIsohifMY/s320/004.jpg" border="0" /></a>---</div><div align="center">He's so freaking cute .... here is a video my friend took tonight.</div><div align="center">It is me trying to get Kurt to jump ... I manage to a couple times.</div><div align="center">---</div><div align="center"></div><div></div><br /><br /><br /><object height="344" width="425"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/VbSLpsXO8fo&hl=en&fs=1"><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/VbSLpsXO8fo&hl=en&fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"></embed></object></div>The Persianhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02233760538686915146noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27177669.post-52897040396703483752009-03-14T21:39:00.014-04:002009-03-14T22:00:45.442-04:00My basement<div align="justify">One of the great things about having had 10.5 ' ceilings in my basement was the prospect of finishing it with ceilings still higher than upstairs or a typical ceiling. I had fundage for a project this past January and it was the first thing I jumped on. I wanted it to include an entertainment room / Bar on one side, a hallway and additional bedroom on the other. Here are the pictures I took before I even moved in...<br /><br /></div><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cEd6dUGbVKM/SbxfQX5Q95I/AAAAAAAABAQ/aWeJHNYhC3w/s1600-h/basementstairs.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5313226395287091090" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cEd6dUGbVKM/SbxfQX5Q95I/AAAAAAAABAQ/aWeJHNYhC3w/s320/basementstairs.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cEd6dUGbVKM/SbxfKGUUt5I/AAAAAAAABAI/NZCvDHp-Tpg/s1600-h/basement4.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5313226287489529746" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cEd6dUGbVKM/SbxfKGUUt5I/AAAAAAAABAI/NZCvDHp-Tpg/s320/basement4.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><div align="center"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cEd6dUGbVKM/SbxfF7lqg9I/AAAAAAAABAA/Pbcy_kBfxDc/s1600-h/basement2.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5313226215889994706" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cEd6dUGbVKM/SbxfF7lqg9I/AAAAAAAABAA/Pbcy_kBfxDc/s320/basement2.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><div><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cEd6dUGbVKM/SbxfB-WakyI/AAAAAAAAA_4/hMQg0uWflsI/s1600-h/basement3.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5313226147911865122" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cEd6dUGbVKM/SbxfB-WakyI/AAAAAAAAA_4/hMQg0uWflsI/s320/basement3.jpg" border="0" /></a> </div><div align="center">---</div><div align="center">And <em>here</em> is the final result. </div><div align="center">I tried my best to get every angle. </div><div align="center">I think it came out well.</div><div align="center">(Click on any of them to see a huge full size image)</div><div align="center">---</div><div align="center">This is what you see when you hit the bottom of the stairs....</div><div><br /><br /></div><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cEd6dUGbVKM/SbxfW6Vqj5I/AAAAAAAABAY/72c3TP32IeQ/s1600-h/DSC00451.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5313226507612229522" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cEd6dUGbVKM/SbxfW6Vqj5I/AAAAAAAABAY/72c3TP32IeQ/s320/DSC00451.jpg" border="0" /></a></div><div align="center">---</div><div align="center">then if you turn left you enter the entertainment room....<br />---<br /><br /><div><div><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cEd6dUGbVKM/Sbxe8Cq9ezI/AAAAAAAAA_w/HvHLPbUYsOc/s1600-h/DSC00439.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5313226045992565554" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cEd6dUGbVKM/Sbxe8Cq9ezI/AAAAAAAAA_w/HvHLPbUYsOc/s320/DSC00439.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><div><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cEd6dUGbVKM/Sbxe1kSQfgI/AAAAAAAAA_o/WIDi_ZhYI1Q/s1600-h/DSC00440.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5313225934756675074" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cEd6dUGbVKM/Sbxe1kSQfgI/AAAAAAAAA_o/WIDi_ZhYI1Q/s320/DSC00440.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cEd6dUGbVKM/SbxevbYj-nI/AAAAAAAAA_g/JDke2XIQAMU/s1600-h/DSC00446.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5313225829287983730" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cEd6dUGbVKM/SbxevbYj-nI/AAAAAAAAA_g/JDke2XIQAMU/s320/DSC00446.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cEd6dUGbVKM/SbxeG7Rq-LI/AAAAAAAAA_Y/l2yYVy2unC4/s1600-h/DSC00450.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5313225133474379954" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cEd6dUGbVKM/SbxeG7Rq-LI/AAAAAAAAA_Y/l2yYVy2unC4/s320/DSC00450.jpg" border="0" /></a> ---</div><div>I didn't take any of the other side but soon I will</div></div></div></div></div></div>The Persianhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02233760538686915146noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27177669.post-54249733629716684692009-03-13T22:38:00.004-04:002009-03-13T23:13:40.979-04:00my exiting Friday night...<div align="center"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cEd6dUGbVKM/SbsY_1GkCSI/AAAAAAAAA_Q/5tRQ_Vz2Zwg/s1600-h/twitter1.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5312867670279063842" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 118px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cEd6dUGbVKM/SbsY_1GkCSI/AAAAAAAAA_Q/5tRQ_Vz2Zwg/s320/twitter1.jpg" border="0" /></a> ---</div><div align="center">I feel so out of touch. I <em>just</em> joined today.</div><div align="center">---</div><div align="center">Yea ok I'm a loser.</div><div align="center">---</div><div align="center"><em>aaaany</em>way...</div><div align="center">---</div><div align="justify">Tonight my friend and I moved the last schtuff I had in my condo here to my new(ish) house. As I posted a couple days ago I finally (after 6 months) got an offer. In this market I feel really lucky, not too much is selling around here. It's so weird, I started this blog just a couple months before I bought that place in '05. It seems so much longer. Of course in the past 3 1/2 years my life has been pretty eventful, some good, some not so good, but at the end of the day I must admit that I've grown as a person from all of the experiences. Getting older may seem like a scary concept (especially in the gay world) but there are benefits to life and living those who are still very young can't appreciate.</div><div align="center">---</div><div align="justify">I am noticing lately all sorts of changes in myself. Maturity hits you straight on, even if you are one of those people who tries very hard (at 35) to stay as carefree and reckless as you were at 20 or 25. The truth is you never really are (inside) that carefree and reckless anymore, because you have lived, and experienced, and seen (and learned) so many of the things a 20 year old has yet to experience. His behavior is inadvertently shaped by his inexperience. There really is no way to recapture that naievete, and without it, carefree and reckless don't work without effort. And effort (in this situation) kinda brings the word poser to mind. </div><div align="center">---</div><div align="center">ok that was a little off the cuff. sorry</div><div align="center">---</div><div align="justify">SO I started a new hobby a couple weeks ago. My grandfather was in the vending business, he had dozens of vending machines all over the area I live in. Around 1964 when The US removed most of the silver from it's dime, half dollar and dollar coins, my grandfather began hoarding the coins he would come across which predated '64. When he passed away in '97 we had 4 huge bags of these coins to go through. Most of it we sold, but many I kept. I had collected coins as a kid and had some of my old books still. I checked those older coins for low mintage etc and found he had a few rarities. So that brings me to my new hobby. I found (as you would expect since I've just moved) a few things I didn't remember I had. One of these finds was a box of these coins. I had quite a few Morgan Dollars. I decided to try and get one coin of each year and mint. They were made from 1878 to 1905 and then one minting in 1921. It seems like I've been on Ebay way too much of late (and spent perhaps a bit more than I should have). Right now I'm missing three coins to complete 1878-1890. I guess I am becoming sort of a nerd these days. But I'm having some fun so who cares. I need something fun in my dreary lonely life. </div><div align="center">---</div><div align="center">*sigh*</div>The Persianhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02233760538686915146noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27177669.post-46986115285096253022009-03-12T22:09:00.003-04:002009-03-13T08:56:35.560-04:00ugh....<object width="425" height="344"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/xD64OhbG4ps&hl=en&fs=1"></param><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"></param><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"></param><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/xD64OhbG4ps&hl=en&fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"></embed></object><br /><br />I can't get this stupid fish out of my head...The Persianhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02233760538686915146noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27177669.post-64050335682962217352009-03-12T09:32:00.005-04:002009-03-12T11:05:30.551-04:00<div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cEd6dUGbVKM/SbkPP8ITqYI/AAAAAAAAA_I/hiw1jOqGpbI/s1600-h/jump.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 264px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cEd6dUGbVKM/SbkPP8ITqYI/AAAAAAAAA_I/hiw1jOqGpbI/s320/jump.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5312294001973635458" border="0" /></a>---<br />Poor <span style="font-weight: bold;">Mr. Madoff</span>, why won't those greedy mean people just leave him alone?<br />---<br />Chasing a 10-15% annual return (consistently) is unrealistic.<br />---<br />The risk would (in a typical portfolio) be quite high. <span style="font-weight: bold;">and.it.was</span><br />---<br /><div style="text-align: justify;">Of course I am not a risk taker when it comes to my investments. I stick to the sluggish good old fashioned Bank CD. It may only return 4.5% annually (which I am lucky enough to have locked in a couple years ago), but at least my money is moving in a <span style="font-style: italic;">positive</span> direction. I have also <span style="font-style: italic;">never</span> contributed to my company's 401K program. The company didn't match from the very beginning. So I stayed away, depositing a fixed amount weekly into a money market account. I did have a portfolio with Wachovia for a few years and I took <span style="font-style: italic;">some</span> losses after 911. When the market turned up a while after, I cashed out, investing in Govt Issued IBonds and Bank CDs. Boy am I glad I did. Not being particularly savy in terms of how the market works and long term investments, the fallout after 911 scared me sensible.<br /><div style="text-align: center;">---<br />Sensible is good, sensible is safe. Slow and steady.<br />---<br />I can't fathom writing a check to an organization such as Madoff created.<br />---<br />Entrusting their entire life savings to him when past retirement age?<br />---<br />Talk about risk, I don't care who this guy <span style="font-style: italic;">was</span>.<br />---<br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">There.was.risk</span><br />(No matter how many words of praise Goldie Shapiro spouted)<br />---<br /><span style="font-style: italic;">AND</span> they took that risk, <span style="font-style: italic;">small</span> as it may have seemed to them at the time.<br />They sure didn't expect the angle it hit them from but that is (in my opinion) irrelevant.<br />---<br />If you are not an FDIC insured bank or The US Treasury, I would not take that risk.<br />---<br />So I may not make millions overnight, but at the end of the day<br />I've still got my money, and then some....<br />---<br /><div style="text-align: justify;">The people I feel sorry for are those affected by Madoff unwillingly. The people who will (in the future) lose, such as those affected by the <span style="font-style: italic;">irresponsible</span> investment strategies of some of these foundations who are now bankrupt. I think there should be a curve in retribution toward these foundations when the day is done and madoff's assets are on the table.<br /><div style="text-align: center;">---<br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">But that's just me. Slow and steady.<br /><br /></div></div></div></div></div>The Persianhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02233760538686915146noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27177669.post-23846016252154528842009-03-10T01:31:00.000-04:002009-03-10T00:00:55.535-04:00i dunno what it is about this guy....<div align="center"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cEd6dUGbVKM/SbXfPZZvu-I/AAAAAAAAA-Y/f4Q2OfhVrIo/s1600-h/burn-notice.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5311396791163272162" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 224px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cEd6dUGbVKM/SbXfPZZvu-I/AAAAAAAAA-Y/f4Q2OfhVrIo/s320/burn-notice.jpg" border="0" /></a> ---</div><div align="justify">I fought it as long as I could, but he's got me pretty bad. He reminds me of the latest guy I dated (mentioned in previous post). His face, his voice, his mannerisms ... <em>everything</em>. The show (Burn Notice) isn't so bad either. </div><div align="center">---<br />and isn't it funny ... he has the same mother as ...</div><div align="center">--- </div><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5311397698620612370" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 231px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cEd6dUGbVKM/SbXgEN8b3xI/AAAAAAAAA-g/-M7JJM21M4Y/s320/mother.jpg" border="0" /> <p align="center">---<br /><em>Mista</em> <strong>Halbert Sparks</strong>...<br /></p><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5311398156922872690" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 223px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cEd6dUGbVKM/SbXge5QNY3I/AAAAAAAAA-o/yudyZcyID5w/s320/3_4promoshot.jpg" border="0" /> <p align="center">---<br />well not really ... but <em>kinda</em><br />---<br /><em>speaking of</em> Hal Sparks... anybody had a listen to his band?<br />--- </p><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cEd6dUGbVKM/SbXhIA--1GI/AAAAAAAAA-4/-MDr_wMDsJA/s1600-h/halband1.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5311398863372735586" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 242px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cEd6dUGbVKM/SbXhIA--1GI/AAAAAAAAA-4/-MDr_wMDsJA/s320/halband1.jpg" border="0" /><br /><p align="center"></a></p><p align="center"><strong><span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"><a href="http://www.myspace.com/zero1band">ZERO1</a></span></strong> <---Click here </p><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cEd6dUGbVKM/SbXh28eK8cI/AAAAAAAAA_A/pTJqNrMiPwY/s1600-h/IMG_2507EDITEDweb.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5311399669615227330" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cEd6dUGbVKM/SbXh28eK8cI/AAAAAAAAA_A/pTJqNrMiPwY/s320/IMG_2507EDITEDweb.jpg" border="0" /> <p align="center"></a>---</p><p align="center">Woah Hal is pretty cool these days no? </p><p align="center">His band <em>not</em> so much.</p><p align="center">---</p><p align="center">:) </p>The Persianhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02233760538686915146noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27177669.post-6772398402527193482009-03-09T08:09:00.002-04:002009-03-09T08:32:50.615-04:00eh...<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cEd6dUGbVKM/SbULCzqfbQI/AAAAAAAAA-Q/PVtMiLCDKik/s1600-h/monday-sucks.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 282px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cEd6dUGbVKM/SbULCzqfbQI/AAAAAAAAA-Q/PVtMiLCDKik/s320/monday-sucks.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5311163478409440514" border="0" /></a><br />---<br />YAY Day two!! I'm almost a real blogger again....<br />---<br />I overslept and got here late. I don't know why I can't sleep at night, ever since I stopped drinking. It's like my body can't fall asleep unless it's a shut down. The result is that I wake up late and exhausted. Maybe I need sleeping pills or something....<br />---<br />The coffee here at work tastes like sewage. It's not helping.The Persianhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02233760538686915146noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27177669.post-107581115356942902009-03-08T23:35:00.002-04:002009-03-16T14:44:53.788-04:00Has it really been 4 months?<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cEd6dUGbVKM/Sb6eHbyfwcI/AAAAAAAABBo/px7FWultEac/s1600-h/me0301.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 270px; height: 314px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cEd6dUGbVKM/Sb6eHbyfwcI/AAAAAAAABBo/px7FWultEac/s320/me0301.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5313858460899590594" border="0" /></a> ---<br />Proof I am <em>still</em> alive .. (<em>and</em> that I haven't taken the time to figure out my camera timer)<br />---<br />Yea well I guess it has been that long. Ya know, life in the condo was so much simpler... (not that I am complaining). I've been in the new house now 6 months, and the challenges never stop coming. I finished the basement a couple of months ago (pictures to come) and have been keeping myself very busy between this place, my growing sons and well, a lot more responsibility.<br />---<br />I think it's time I got rid of this ancient template. That may be a challenge as I forgot how to code, something that came second nature a couple years ago. I'll put it on the to do list ...<br />---<br />I went on a date recently, my first in like a year (maybe more). A successfull architect and professor from Boston (about an hour and a half commute). He has a working farm in Warren, which is about 40 minutes away. He's in Africa right now working on some sort of architectural project. Brilliant, <em>very</em> attractive, successful and we mesh well. The only thing I have an issue with (so far) is his tendency not to call for days at a time. He is teaching currently at two different Universities, and has his own design firm. Maybe I am being paranoid....<br />---<br />So I gave up alcohol for the new year, haven't had anything since December 20th.<br />---<br />I also bought these two things...<br /><br /><br /><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cEd6dUGbVKM/SbSzgiN7JKI/AAAAAAAAA9g/ZsZY5nbRBgg/s1600-h/x3.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5311067232099050658" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; width: 320px; height: 300px; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cEd6dUGbVKM/SbSzgiN7JKI/AAAAAAAAA9g/ZsZY5nbRBgg/s320/x3.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cEd6dUGbVKM/SbSzbFdyKfI/AAAAAAAAA9Y/ZcJf-6gNhS0/s1600-h/stepper.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5311067138481596914" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; width: 286px; height: 320px; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cEd6dUGbVKM/SbSzbFdyKfI/AAAAAAAAA9Y/ZcJf-6gNhS0/s320/stepper.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><br />---<br />The stepper for some reason shorts out every other day (oddly enough). The Treadmill is still in a box in my garage, I haven't figured out where I am going to put it yet. I guess I should have thought of that first right? I swear, I am already outgrowing this house!!<br />---<br />I accepted an offer two weeks ago on my condo. I am pretty exited to be rid of that place, the condo fees and real estate taxes were getting really inconvenient. Not to mention the leaky toilet I didn't realize was slowly staining the ceiling of the unit below me. Things always seem to go wrong when places are vacant ... you would think just the opposite.<br />---<br />that's a quick catch up on my life, I would tell you now that I'll be back to posting every day but I have done that already (more than once) in the past and sort of didn't follow up.<br />---<br />later then .... hope everyone is well (if anybody still checks in anyway) I am going to check out some blogs (and friends) I miss now.The Persianhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02233760538686915146noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27177669.post-362641278691567282008-11-02T20:00:00.000-05:002008-11-02T20:01:43.951-05:00Kurt.... (my New Puppy)<object width="425" height="344"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/hLK215DqELU&hl=en&fs=1"></param><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"></param><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"></param><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/hLK215DqELU&hl=en&fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"></embed></object>The Persianhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02233760538686915146noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27177669.post-78840017335697650482008-11-01T20:01:00.010-04:002008-11-02T09:59:29.456-05:00My (Hectic) yet amazing month...<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cEd6dUGbVKM/SQ2pls7lmTI/AAAAAAAAA6o/PFEbtba2BIM/s1600-h/photo.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 299px; height: 205px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cEd6dUGbVKM/SQ2pls7lmTI/AAAAAAAAA6o/PFEbtba2BIM/s320/photo.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264050004647319858" border="0" /></a><br /><br />ok so it's been a long while.... <span style="font-style: italic;">not</span> without good reason.<br />---<br />When you buy a new house (and adopt a puppy) things get insane...<br />---<br />My condo is <span style="font-style: italic;">still</span> for sale, yet somewhat empty now (I've moved pretty much)<br />---<br />I've been in the new house two weeks now (give or take)<br />---<br />Everything is here except two dressers, one night stand and some framed pictures<br />---<br />I adopted a <a style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Rat_Terrier">Rat Terrier</a><br />---<br />His name is Kurt (wonder who he was named for?)<br />---<br />He is 4 months old and an incredible handful...<br />---<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cEd6dUGbVKM/SQzvoizd_ZI/AAAAAAAAA6g/KS68EwSgq_U/s1600-h/IMG00043.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 236px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cEd6dUGbVKM/SQzvoizd_ZI/AAAAAAAAA6g/KS68EwSgq_U/s320/IMG00043.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5263845544305753490" border="0" /></a><br /><div style="text-align: center;">He just <span style="font-style: italic;">LOVES</span> his new back yard.....<br /></div><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cEd6dUGbVKM/SQzvil82B6I/AAAAAAAAA6Y/C2ZGVF2gPsM/s1600-h/Kurt1.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cEd6dUGbVKM/SQzvil82B6I/AAAAAAAAA6Y/C2ZGVF2gPsM/s320/Kurt1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5263845442071168930" border="0" /></a><br /><div style="text-align: center;">---<br />SO yesterday I made a video of the house ... now that it's furnished.<br />---<br />Youtube is really cracking down on background music..<br />---<br />I had <span style="font-style: italic;">originally</span> chosen Only in dreams by Weezer but that didn't fly and it was banned<br />---<br />I had to pick from their list of acceptable artists (yikes ...)<br />---<br />I also had to match the length of the video (8 Mins plus..)<br />---<br />the only song I can live with is by Portugal the man ..<br />---<br /><object width="425" height="344"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/c8EyW-GPVg8&hl=en&fs=1"></param><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"></param><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"></param><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/c8EyW-GPVg8&hl=en&fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"></embed></object><br /></div><br /><div style="text-align: center;">---<br />anyway ... you get the idea.<br />---<br />time to walk Kurt (yet again!!)<br />---<br />:)<br /></div>The Persianhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02233760538686915146noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27177669.post-9582507339650586812008-09-19T17:14:00.008-04:002008-09-19T17:34:38.022-04:00Closed on the new house today...<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cEd6dUGbVKM/SNQWp1M-3nI/AAAAAAAAAsU/uQFjJOZd9q0/s1600-h/front2.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cEd6dUGbVKM/SNQWp1M-3nI/AAAAAAAAAsU/uQFjJOZd9q0/s320/front2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5247844373705449074" border="0" /></a><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cEd6dUGbVKM/SNQWdHUvgGI/AAAAAAAAAsM/bVxYi19GBCQ/s1600-h/front3.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cEd6dUGbVKM/SNQWdHUvgGI/AAAAAAAAAsM/bVxYi19GBCQ/s320/front3.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5247844155231535202" border="0" /></a>---<br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">Took these <span style="font-style: italic;">right after</span> I opened the door with my NEW keys!<br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">---<br />I worked third shift last night, got out at 7 this morning<br />---<br />closing was at 10AM, I did not have a chance to even nap<br />---<br />right after I had to head up to the house to await the delivery of....<br /></div><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cEd6dUGbVKM/SNQWVckauWI/AAAAAAAAAsE/bwZjZwXeE38/s1600-h/deere4.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cEd6dUGbVKM/SNQWVckauWI/AAAAAAAAAsE/bwZjZwXeE38/s320/deere4.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5247844023495473506" border="0" /></a>---<br />My new Deere, which arrived from the dealership around 2:30<br />---<br />I haven't slept in (let me think) oh yea 30 hours!!<br />---<br />I don't mind so much, the exitement of everything has nixed my exhaustion<br />---<br />Tomorrow I have to get up there by 8:30 to await the arrival of <span style="font-style: italic;">much</span> new furniture<br />---<br />(my living space has tripled)<br />---<br />let's not even go into the fact that I have to leave this condo furnished for now<br />---<br />There is a new showing Sunday at 3:30<br />---<br />time to eat and get some sleep...<br /></div>The Persianhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02233760538686915146noreply@blogger.com13tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27177669.post-38082290672233002012008-09-14T18:48:00.005-04:002008-09-14T19:15:14.271-04:00The Big E<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cEd6dUGbVKM/SM2ZCatpxEI/AAAAAAAAAr0/qt0nDthVBs0/s1600-h/scan0003.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cEd6dUGbVKM/SM2ZCatpxEI/AAAAAAAAAr0/qt0nDthVBs0/s320/scan0003.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5246017407766086722" border="0" /></a><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">aka</span> <a style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 153, 0);" href="http://www.thebige.com/">The Eastern States Exposition</a>... (click on the image above to enlarge)<br />---<br />The largest New England Fair<br />---<br />held annually on the 2nd to 3rd weeks in September (17 days)<br />---<br /><div style="text-align: justify;">My grandfather began selling cigarettes there in 1957 with 30 Cigarette Machines scattered across the entire park.<br /></div>---<br /><div style="text-align: justify;"><div style="text-align: justify;">In 1967 he decided to open a Cigarette Booth. My mom (a recent newlywed) and her mother-in-law (my <a style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 102, 0);" href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=tVhiv45edTY&eurl=http://becomingvisible.blogspot.com/2008/01/gram.html">recently passed Grammy</a>) worked the booth. I was not born yet (my parents adopted me much later) But I found a picture from the first year it was opened. The two women are my mom and my gram. I don't know who the elderly gentleman is or the guy with the pipe are, I will have to ask my dad's sister about that.<br /></div>---<br />In other news...<br />---<br />Today (September 14th) is my birthmother's birthday<br />---<br />I tried to call her and wish her a Happy Birthday<br />---<br />Both her cell and home phone are shut off<br />---<br />I'm really sad that I couldn't leave her a message wishing her a happy bday<br />---<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cEd6dUGbVKM/SM2a1ip8W4I/AAAAAAAAAr8/WSLa6OFa6Kk/s1600-h/JimBlanche.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cEd6dUGbVKM/SM2a1ip8W4I/AAAAAAAAAr8/WSLa6OFa6Kk/s320/JimBlanche.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5246019385582967682" /></a><br />I also wanted to tell her I am moving (right now she lives across the street)<br />---<br />The day I met her for the first time..<br />---<br />oh well..............<br /></div>The Persianhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02233760538686915146noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27177669.post-61859096830716838592008-09-13T17:28:00.009-04:002008-09-13T18:28:43.037-04:00My new toy...<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cEd6dUGbVKM/SMwxPEOPVeI/AAAAAAAAArc/919RZNCmpH4/s1600-h/x300_405135_large.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cEd6dUGbVKM/SMwxPEOPVeI/AAAAAAAAArc/919RZNCmpH4/s320/x300_405135_large.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5245621800881051106" border="0" /></a><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">---</span><br />I ran down to CT today with the kids and "bought me a Deere"!<br />---<br />X300 Tractor, 42-Inch Edge Xtra Deck<br />---<br />17-hp V-twin, air-cooled John Deere iTorqueâ„¢ Power System (which provides more lugging ability, full pressure lubrication, even cooling, and durability) provides excellent power and performance, easy starts and smooth operation.<br />---<br />Mows <span style="font-style: italic;">up to</span> 3.5 acres! (I have only 1 Acre, but it's all open).<br />---<span style="font-weight: bold;"><br /></span><div style="text-align: justify;">Since this is my first house, this is <span style="font-style: italic;">also</span> my first mower/tractor. I felt like an idiot as the salesman rambled on about what to do every season, yikes! There is just as much maintenance on these babies as a car. (The only thing that is different is that (with my car) I can pass it all off to Jiffy Lube ) I guess I have a lot to learn.<br /></div><span style="font-weight: bold;">---</span><br /><div style="text-align: justify;">After The Deere dealership, we went furniture shopping (<a style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);" href="http://www.ethanallen.com/ea/com.ethanallen.ecom.FrameDirectorServlet?top=1&body=1">Ethan Allen</a>) to buy the kids a new bedroom set. I figuered I would let them pick out what they wanted. Not exactly what I had in mind, but they loved this one set. Reminds me of a bachelor pad bed. It's all one piece and very dark. I guess you pay through the nose for decent solid wood furniture. I had been to this <span style="font-style: italic;">horrible</span> trashy place called <a style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);" href="http://www.raymourflanigan.com/">Raymour and Flanigan</a> previously, all of their sets were veneer over pressboard (or something). They try to pass this junk off as quality but it's far from it. I guess it's easy to con a yokel. Make it big and shiny and "fancy lookin" and it's a sale. Thank god my father was an Interior designer and I was raised to know the difference.<br /></div><span style="font-weight: bold;">---</span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;"></span>Well the big day is Friday (the closing)...<br /><br />I uploaded some pictures to my domain here: <span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"><a style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);" href="http://www.mofrad.net/mynewhouse/">My New House</a><br /><br />---<br /></span><div style="text-align: justify;"><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);">Life has been quite hectic these past couple weeks. A couple showings of my condo, no offers yet! I am not going to remove anything from here until it sells, a furnished condo (so I am told) will show better. Besides, I am having way too much fun buying new stuff. They are delivering my new bedroom set and the tractor the day after the closing, which is this coming Saturday. Ethan Allen told me they couldn't deliver the kids set until Mid-October. My next project is rugs. I have a huge open room which extends from the front entry to the back sliding glass door. I have to get the dimensions to figure out how large of an oriental to buy. Then there is the new table to go in front of my couch, and the rug to go under my dining room table. I will be broke soon enough!</span><br /></div><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"><span style="font-weight: bold;">---</span><br />In other news, a friend from work was brutally murdered last week. He was a driver for my company, and a good friend. He was older (64) and also Gay, we hung out many times at The Pub in Springfield. His name was George Roy, and I am going to miss him so much. His contageous laugh, his sense of humor, his kind, caring nature. One of the sweetest men I have ever known. I do not know his roomate who killed him (Peter Bruneau) but I hope that bastard gets what is coming to him. George was sitting in a chair watching TV and that man hit him over the head with a "roofing hammer" and then proceeded to stab him to death. He put his body in a bag, drove north into Vermont and dumped my friend just off Route 91 near Wethersfield.<br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">---</span><br /></span><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cEd6dUGbVKM/SMw5iJiaO3I/AAAAAAAAArk/KZx8IQ70hCA/s1600-h/george.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cEd6dUGbVKM/SMw5iJiaO3I/AAAAAAAAArk/KZx8IQ70hCA/s320/george.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5245630924818365298" border="0" /></a>Here is the <span style="font-weight: bold;">monster</span> that took my friend's life....</span><br /></div></div><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"><br /></span><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cEd6dUGbVKM/SMw6HwiCMkI/AAAAAAAAArs/UcnhGvTg0Bk/s1600-h/Bruneau.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cEd6dUGbVKM/SMw6HwiCMkI/AAAAAAAAArs/UcnhGvTg0Bk/s320/Bruneau.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5245631570940932674" border="0" /></a></span><span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);">He is wearing a tshirt with our (George and I's) company logo on it.<br />This man never worked for JPolep, this was most likely a gift from George.<br />How disturbing is that????<br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">---<br /></span>The article and video is here: <a style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 102, 0);" href="http://www.wwlp.com/global/story.asp?s=8965134">Murder in chicopee</a><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">---<br /></span>ok I'm 0ut <span style="font-style: italic;">for now</span><span style="font-weight: bold;"><br /></span><span style="font-weight: bold;"></span></span></span></div>The Persianhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02233760538686915146noreply@blogger.com4