We’ve heard the rumors that Bush enjoys so much: that Saddam Hussein is working with Al Qaeda….That Iraq possesses WMD….that Senator John McCain has fathered illigitimate children and has a black love child. What will the White House think of next?
This is the top 25 new rumors that will probably come from the White House taken from the GQ list. I did not write this stuff because I am lazy but I thought it was funny so here it is.
I haven’t stopped to talk about the news lately since Zach does such a good job at it:) But since I like Arnold Schwarzenegger, I thought I would touch on the California recall election for a bit.
Just want to shout out to my brother Ben who celebrated his 28th birthday yesterday. I know he reads this now so I’ll say something nice so he feels all good and stuff. I know I can’t put as big of a smile on his face as the stripers at Dooks can but it don’t hurt to try!
Happy Birthday big guy!
My dad has a theory about the future of farming that I thought was pretty interesting. And since I am bored, have writers block, and grew up on a farm, I’ll dedicate a post to it. Why not?
I know that of the people that read this site, there are varying degrees of understanding. What I mean is, some of you live or grew up on farms and can understand everything I am going to say. Some of you have never seen a farm or don’t care. I’ll try to keep it simple for everyone but I don’t think I’ll run into any problems. Of course, I am not a leading expert on agriculture but I grew up around it and this is my dad’s theory and he is smarter on the subject than I will ever be.
Anyway, lets begin shall we? You know you want to read this. You might learn something!
No, this isn’t Eminem lyric time. It is time to take a look at something very important. What pisses me off at the moment, and what makes me happy. Basically, what I am, feeling at the moment. I don’t often stop to tell everyone how I feel because I think talking about myself is boring and kind of self-centered. But seeing that I don’t have much else to do, I guess I will talk about me for awhile. I’ll try to keep the format as simple as possible. One at a time I will list of things that piss me off and things that don’t. I may list a reason but for the most part, I shouldn’t need one. I will keep the lists seperate for your convenience.
Yeah, being laid up with a broken leg sucks. It seems that the house I so enjoyed comming home to every day after work is turning into my prison. But it does give me much more time to think. Which is what this post is about.
I am now on the longest lunch break I have ever taken. You see it all happened on Friday, July 17th. I went to work just like anyother day and went about picking orders in the vast warehouse that is J&P Cycles. I had volunteered for overtime so I was planning on working late, as well as a half day Saturday. But a problem arose. It just so happened that that day was pay day, and the only way I could cash my check would be if I took an extra half hour lunch and went to the bank during my lunch break. Since the bank closes at six on Fridays and I wouldn’t be getting off work until after seven.
So I went to lunch a half an hour early, hopped on my Moto-Guzzi that I had just purchased the week before, and pointed her south. Little did I know that it would be the last time I ever get to go for a ride on her. And the last time I would see J&P Cycles for over a month. I only made it about a quarter mile down Hwy 151 north of Anamosa when this happened.
At the intersection of 151 and Old Dubuqe Road, a white Buick Lesabre driven by one Ronald Parmeter of Van Horn, attempted to cross from the east to the west side of the four lane divided highway. Instead of yielding as the sign suggests and looking for traffic before crossing, he decided not to look, and not to stop, and to slam into the side of me and my motorcycle instead. It happened so fast, neither of us even had time to apply the brakes. By the time he saw me, I was already flying through the air.
The impact of the collision threw me 150 feet into the west ditch. His car: totaled. My bike: totaled. Me: You shall soon find out.
After landing in the ditch I passed out for a short time. I do not know exactly for sure but all I know is, when I woke up, the paramedics were standing over me and I could hear sirens. At this time I did not know the extent of my injuries but assumed the worst and moved as little as possible for fear of doing further harm to myself. I was however fully aware of all my surroundings and remained that way until the time that they put me out for my surgery.
After cutting all my clothes off and strapping on a neck brace, they loaded me onto a flat board and then to the streacher. At this point I realized a woman I work with was standing there. She said that she had called J&P and that they had contacted my parents (they actually beat me to the hospital). She also said that she had seen the whole thing and was glad I had worn my helmet. Of course I always wear my helmet because I have seen crashes where the rider hadn’t worn one. It ain’t pretty.
Anyway, read on if you want to know how bad I was hurt and hear the rest of my ordeal.
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