The world of me with Jager

i have come to the conclusion that the drink i never thought i would like in a million or so years has now become my favorite thing on the planet. JAGERMEISTER. jager with reb bull mad like a mixed drink and jager bombs for shots. sure as hell beats crown royal...lol..that is my buddies band shot of choice. they are fueled by crown, except for jimi..he is the good one that doesn't drink. i drink enough for us both ..lol. the band will actually be up at the minnow in may i beleive. after some prodding by yours truely to get them to exppand their surroundings. should be a blast. i knonw noone will read this but i write anyway, beats talking to myself.


CHEERS!!!!

As the Cannabis Grows

This particular subject may offend some, but I care not. There is many issues going on in our country that we choose to ignore and brush under the rug if you will. A man can grow pot and receive a life sentence in a federal .. prison, while his neighbor the pedophile can lure young children into his home, abuse them and IF he gets caught maybe a few years in state .. jail. I really don't see the fairness of this. Should not the punishment be befitting to the crime?
We have a new regime in office currently .. and I hope they can make head way on what is best for this country and not themselves. In other "foreign" countries .. Cannabis is legal and is cultivated in such ways that it could almost rival our food crops. In these "foreign" countries the herb is produced and monitored. Why can it not be done here? The benefits out weigh the negatives. Like and increased level of hunger and thirst. And pain relief for those achy joints and muscles. I can think of at least one group of people that could benefit from weed. Ever see or take care of a person with cancer? Not the type of cancer where they just have to remove part of something and it's gone. I mean the cancer where it is eating you alive inside. The chemo makes you want to throw up, the pain can be very excruciating. They virtually waste away to nothing before the die a slow painful death while hopped up on opiate derived drugs that make them not them any more.
I am actually being serious with the above statement. It is not pretty to watch someone you love or care about go through this. It kills you inside to know that they are in that much pain and there is not thing one that can be done about it. At least smoking the herb would give them temporary relief from the side effects of the chemo and take the edge of the pain while saving money on scrips .. and may make the end of life transition a smoother more manageable process.
This country would seek to put all of us in jail for having, growing, or selling weed. That makes perfect sense to me. The killers and rapists can just be released because they merely killed some one but YOU sold grandma down the street a quarter bag and now you are a dealer and going to be locked up for a while and lose everything you have. Makes sense to me.

I am not a stoner, I have smoked and probably would continue to partake but i can not because of the line of work I am getting into. All because it is illegal.

Think about why do we need an alternative paper, drug, fuel, and food source. We have plenty more trees to cut down to make barren areas. We have an ample amount of farms going under foreclosure that I am just sure have the money to plant corn and wheat. With the rising costs of healthcare and medicines I am sure my grandma on her fixed income can get the medical supplies she may need. And lastly, who cares about the wonder and splendor of nature? The wolves and the bison get in the way of all the oil or coal that they live on top of. Let's kill all the bison and get rid of the wolves .. and take their land. Hell while we're at let's take the land from the indians again. They aren't doing anything with it and that is good growing land in some places.

This is a world that is replaceable...it is right?

absinthe party

soon it will be time for the infamous green faery to make her appearence. don't know where yet or who all is going to be there. it better be a place where we all can crash or have a d/d. the absinthe will be st. george as i have herad from a realibale source that is one of the better choices and i have already tried lucid and i want something different. date and time to be annouced as events unfold and present themselves.

Realm of Dreams

i can see why people whom write about what they dream ,come up with some sick and twisted material. maybe i will use my dreams as blog posts. but then again if i did some people would never to speak to me again. maybe, just a thought. sigmund freud said the you could tell a bunch about someone based on what their dreams were. i wonder if he would still find that true today. then again he did most of his research while high in cocaine, so then again he may find today's scoiety to his liking.

dreams starts like they all do, a trip down memeory lane. it's either a conversation with dead family memebers or people that are in fact dead, or people that are going to be dead soon. i used to work in a nursing home and there would be times that i would have really screwy dreams about the clients or i would wake up in a cold sweat "screaming", i thought i was but i didnt - however my throat was sure hurting from not "screaming". i would write down the name and time. and about half the time i would go into work that person specifically or someone else withose intials would be dead. creepy i know
mom says that we have a gift. but i don't know

anyway back to what i was dreaming about. i had my dog with me and we were heading up to the burg to get gas in the truck and blue avalanche . i went to prepay --even in dreams gas in still high-- and some guy grabbed me and started talking but i couldn't understand what he was saying. half his face was melted off and he was steaming. but he held on to arm like a vice grip, it hurt. In the pricess of getting away from him, i dropped my money which i spent was seemed like an eternity trying to find it. I go back outside to my truck and it is gone and so is my dog. it may be sad but i am very attached to my dog. i had the dog before i had a husband. all i see is the trucks everwhere at this staion which is more like a big truck stop. i hate semis, i used to have dreams as a child that they would come to life and try to kill you. suprisingly this was BEFORE i ahd even read stephen king's trucks or seen the 2 movies based on that book. maxium overdrive and trucks.

They were just inantimate objects . people telling me that they would help me find my truck with my dog. as i began to wander around this giant truck city -- as of now it was massive with all kinds of rigs and rv's-- i started yelling for my dog...when things got really cold and calm behind me, i turned to see what was there, it was the same dark figure i had seen many times before both in real life and in my dreams. you never see his face but you can feel him, it's like touching a bad wire that electricty thru it. but it never stops until he lets it. he reached out to me and he hold my truck keys, he says that he knows where it's and he will take me there but i have to do something first. i tell him anything while trying to snach the keys from him before realizing who/what i am talking to. simple he say do this one thing for me and i will let you go. i backed off but he makes everything stop. i watch as he turns my keys into a double edged razor blade. he tells me he wants to see how loyal i am to him, he wants me to make one cut and if i do that he will leave me be for a little longer.

*this is where if your squimish don't read any farther*

i took that razor from him with shacking hands, begging him there had to be a different way. what if the bleeding won't stop..i don't it all to end. he simply tells me i have to trust him. and i have to do it, or he wills how me what will happen to those that i love. he starts with my dog, who i see someone grabbing him from the truck and beating him with a lead pipe. my dog finallys ubmits only to be used as a fighting dog, be brutalized everyday until he can no longer stand and the guy shoots him. gore flies allover me and the wall.

I pleading for him to make this stop and he said he hadnt happened yet but it will if i dont do this one thing for him. with my shaking hands and tears pouring down my face i took that razor on layed it across my arm just under my elbow and layed the flesh open to the bone, blood jetted from the would i had made. he said he was pleased and he vanished and the truck stop came back to life, only difference is me, i am now holding bloody trucks in one hand while trying to hold the blood back from the cut i had made. i could feel my life force draining, i called for my dog oce last time before sinking to the ground and he came to lay next to me while the world went black.


now that is just 1 dream i have had of many that are just twisted. i dont know what they mean, i just know how i feel when i wake up.

The power of song compells me

okay so this maybe the bad in me coming out. i want my class to meet at the bar. i think it would help tp become creative. we would be in amore realxed environment. i know i for one would be "relaxed". i mean whats the worse that could happen, right?


i better quit while i am ahead or before i say something that will get me failed..lol

New wonder Drug!!

I think jager should be a made a miracle forget your worries drug, it's less addictive in the morning and still gives that warm fuzzy feeling. Do not administer more than a prescribed quanity as you may experience these side effects. All though these are not very common they have been reported in some clients, they include but are not limited the following: forgetting where you parked, walk of shame in am if o.d. in the evening, loosing your meal, being forced to pray to a porcelin god. Other more common side effect are dry mouth, potty moutth, increased libido, and wandering eye syndrome.

If any of these should occur please see the healthcatre providor to determin the best course of action for you to take.

Eat More Squirrel

So my daily commute to Dowagiac brings me down Daily Rd. I never really notice the things on the side of the road until last week I saw a sign on a tree that said "Eat more Squirrel" in the prose that most have seen at Chick-Fil- La commercials with the cows holding up signs. I got a laugh out of it. It wasn't until about 2 days later that I noticed that the damn critter holding up said sign. A deer. A doe that had probably got hit by a car was leaning against the tree holding up the sign that said "Eat more squirrel". Very amusing. So today I go with camera in hand and soemone has removed the sign and the deer has fell over. I wanted a pic of it so bad. oh well.