That’s the subject line from Classmates.com in their email to me trying to get me to renew. Naturally I click on the email to see if I can see some of the people before they shut me down, but no I can’t see any of them. None, zip, zero, zilch! But what I can see is the first line when I get to my profile.

GLEN, YOU HAVE 1 GUESTBOOK SIGNATURE THIS YEAR! JOIN NOW TO RECONNECT TO YOUR CLASSMATES.

Yep, gonna jump right on that. Can’t wait until I can reconnect with ALL those ummm . . . . . person?  I just know that it’s all the popular kids that I hated way back then. I need to unsubscribe from them again I guess.

If any of you ever win the power ball and are looking to buy me a way overpriced present . . . . .

Wow, did we get rain last night. About 3 this morning I was awakened by a hellova storm. Still raining and the sun is our even .  The weatherliar got it right for once.

Whiskey is not a fan of storms. He tried to crawl in bed with us. His surgery prevented him from being able to.

As we slide into the Memorial Day weekend, I realize that this weekend will be like many other holiday weekends for us. Rain will happen to  help lower our weekend profits, gas went up to discourage travel, and I’m sure labor will be a pain in the ass because they have to work on a holiday weekend.

They predict at least an inch of rain for us this weekend. I should be happy because of the drought, but I’m not. It could rain any day but it always seems to be predicted for the holidays. I sorta hope the weatherliars are wrong again, but then again we need the moisture desperately.

Gas prices, which were dropping, shot up again just before we could order a load. The went up a freaking dime/gallon. So do I raise the price or take less profit? I’ll probably do something in between.

The new girl is working out OK. Customers seem to like her. Tori’s not bitching about her . . . . . yet. Henry is an inch away from being canned. I ripped him yesterday for ignoring my directives and doing what he wanted.

I’m pushing 2500 miles on the Harley already. I’m having a great time on it and Nina enjoys it too.

If you love a flower, don’t pick it up. If you pick it up, it dies and ceases to be what you love. So if you love a flower, let it be. Love is not about possession. Love is about appreciation.  ~~Osho~~

U.S. Navy destroyer stops four Mexicans rowing towards California coast.

The Captain gets on a bull horn and shouts, “Ahoy, small craft. Where are you  headed?”

One of the Mexicans  puts down his oar, stands up, and shouts, “Gringo ,we are  invading the United States of America to reclaim the territory taken by the   USA in 1848.”

The entire crew on the  destroyer doubles over in laughter. When the Captain finally catches his breath, he gets back on the bullhorn and asks, “Just  the four of you?”

The same Mexican stands up again and shouts, “No Captain, we’re the last four. The other 12 million are  already there !!! “

(From Mom)