I figured I would let you all in on how my "love machice" is working.  To start with the above is a pic of my current love.  My trusty stead.  My worthy partner. 

Some history on Smokey, who was formerly known as Little Grey until a friend of mine said "Why don't you just call her Smokey?"  I said sure, but now I have to get a "Change of name" form and go to the courts and all.  But I decided that Little Grey can be her "Offical Name" and Smokey will be her nickname.

She cost me almost nothing.  Considering that the gas money saved from my old car, a 67 Ford LTD, makes just over half of the car payment, and the insurance was only 40 bucks more a month, which I save one months worth of extra by paying six months at a time.  Making the leftover 5 months of extra fit in under the "just over half" part of the gas bill.

Cool huh.  It only costs me $175 more a month to have this car then it did to have my 67 Ford LTD.  And considering that I pay and extra $150 per month more I am saving a major bundle of cash on the intrest payments.

More on my love machine, I have had a little intrest in my offer of marrage.  Not quite as much as I had hoped for but a littel at least.  I had one real good lead until we decided we had unreconsilabe diferences.  Considering the offer came from a guy.

But I did have some good progress over the weekend.  I was in Cabela's(a real huge, and might I say way overpriced, outdoors, hunting, fishing, hiking, etc store.) and had two attemptson my person while there, one almost kiss, and one very suductive wink.

Mind picture time, picture a store with lots of outdoors equipment including guns, fishing poles, takle, backpaks, basicaly everything that you could ever want to take on a camping trip that involved anything to do with everything.  I was walking down one of the short aisles, 15 yards long, and as I was comming to the end of the aisle, this preaty young thing is walking towards me.  About 5'8"(just taller then I), grey sweatshirt, blue jeans, bottom of the shoulder blades long hair, red and blonde, and brown mixed perfectly, a nice arrangement of freckels on her face and sparsley populated down her neck, dark eyes that drew you back up from the sweatshirts chest area that the freckels had led you down to.  (if they(brests) didn't stick out like that they would not be the first thing that guys notice, its not our fault, but notice that I started with the head and worked down then back up).  Their was no time for my eyes to linger as she walk in close to me my mind is racing(will she go this way, or that way), my heart beat is getting quicker(nervous at being this close), and my mind is slighly confused(is this actually going to happen to me), 4 feet, 3 feet, closer she comes to me, her eyes aloof, 2 feet, she is so close then at 1 foot, I say it. . .

"Excuse me"  Her eyes that were aloof on the roof come back to earth, and at six inches from runing into me, our eyes lock. . .

She falls back in shock, not just a foot, or even a dodge, not ever really a fall back, more of a jump, and stumble over her feet to get away, while never taking her eyes from me, at the end of her stuggle and tangel of feet(at least six foot my ruggedness knocked her), I smile and turn slightly to the left to go down anouther asile, where I get the second attemp on my person.

There she is, a nice fake tan leather jacket over a white button down shirt that is unbottened but over a red t-shirt with some writing on it, blue jeans again, not as skinny as the first girl but with just the right amount of meat on her bones.  Long strait dirty blonde hair that ends at the small of the back, with just a few strands hanging down the front of her jacket.  A preaty face and a . . . a. . .

wink!!!

Our eyes met, and I gave her a casual nod meaning strickly "I note your presense, but have no time nor reason to really say hi, so here I politely nod my head at you as a sign of acknowledgeing your presense", and what do I get for it, a wink.  I can't belive it and almost trip over my own feet as I walk away in disbelif.

As I sit down at the bench where I am waiting for the rest of my party I ponder what the wink ment, and then as they show up and I tell them the story of almost gettting kissed and getting winked at my YP says it was probably just tarets syndrome.  And all my hopes of finding love were lost.

For the day anyway.  Never give up hope.

BlackWolf

I thought that I would bring up a counter point to one of the points gRegor made the other day, actually it was a week ago and I did the research over the next two days and was ready to respond but was busy.  You know me running my love machine and all.

 

He brought up the issue of the legality of the Iraqi no fly zones.  Lets start with one question,

 

When did the United States have to start consulting or even listening to the advise or recommendations of the United Nations, let alone do what they say?

 

Now keep in mind this is nothing against gRegor, he probably just wasn’t informed of all the details, cause knowing gRegor if he was he would have mentioned them.

 

gRegor sited that the US and UK used the security counsels resolution number 688 as their legal reason for having the no fly zones.  While they site SCR688, its not for legal reasons its for the evidence of the humanitarian need for the NFZ’s.

 

When we went to war the first time, we did our stuff and left.  When we left we left two groups of people who where slightly enemies before we got there and we definitely enemies after we left.  That was the Kurd’s to the north and the Shi'ite to the south.

 

There were numerous attacks by Saddam upon these peoples before the GW1, and without the NFZ’s these people would probably be completely bombed and dead now.  This was evidenced in SCR688.  And many places elsewhere.

 

That is the legal argument, it is for humanitarian efforts.

 

The only legal argument against the US and UK is that they violate UN article 2, which deals with the sovereignty of nations and that the NFZ’s go against that article.  In fact it is such a big deal that no other member country of the UN has brought it up for a successful vote or even moderately successful discussion.

 

This is written up much better in an article I found, amongst other companion articles, but I will site just this one for its clearness and ease of understandability.

 

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This war is not pre-emptive, resolution after resolution (about 14 of them) since the first war have told Saddam to stop harming his people and to disarm.

 

He still has not.

 

Weather he has weapons of mass destruction is not an arguable point.  He had them, he admitted he had them, he let the UN inspectors view many of them, and destroy some of them.  He has not accounted for the ones that they did not destroy.

 

If you look at the protesters out their in the streets many of them are either “anti-America” stating that America is bad, and needs to be beat down, or they are “anti-Bush”  they don’t like the fact that GWB won the election, and is now President.  Even though just a few months ago (9-11 aftermath) they couldn’t agree more that they were glad Gore wasn’t.  A good many of the protestors think they are doing something really important and are proud that they are standing up against the US and its actions.  When in fact they are just using their constitutional rights.  The right to free speech, I didn’t see them doing that in Baghdad they whole time Saddam was killing his people, I didn’t see them doing that during Kokako, and Bosnia, or while Clinton dropped 450 scuds on Iraq during the Monica Trails.  Where were they then? 

 

It was reported that there were 1 million protestors out the other weekend, for starters most of the big protests were set up and organized by Communist Organizations.  If you want to believe in communism that is fine, but look at its track record of Human Rights Violations, its track record of “desperately hungry” populations, and the mass death left in its wake.  A few example for you to look up are the former USSR, the former East Germany, the former S. Korea, the current N. Korea, the current N. Vietnam, the current China, Cuba, Iraq.  Look at the millions of people who have died and the millions dieing right now.  Back to my main point at the beginning of this paragraph, which was 1 million protestors in the US.  That is barley, 1/3rd of a percent of the US population.  The number is slightly lower then 0.33 of one percent.  Not that all the 99.66% left support the war, but just pointing out that one million people aren’t that many.

 

As far as international support all of the EU countries except France support the war, and 15 “wannabe” EU countries support the war.  The support for it in the middle east is high, none of those countries want this lunatic dictator for a neighbor.  Not Egypt, Jordan, Iran(who are on the “Evil Triplets” list, Kuwait, Turkey, Israel, etc, etc, etc.

 

I could on but I won’t.  Oh yea one last thing, ole Jok Cherok, the pres of france, he is butt buddies with Saddam. That is why, or a reason why he is so vigorously against this continued war.  I meant to spell his name wrong by the way, its my personal protest against the French.

 

 

 Below are some links, some of which will be bad in a few days but check them out now anyways. 

 

 

gRegor

 

Clear Legal Argument of NFZ’s.

 

http://brain-terminal.com/

 

Real protest signs that should be used.

 

Joks Butt Buddies with Saddam.

 

So here it is, mind you I am a bit nervous.  For those of you who don't know me I will give a brief description of myself then I will pop the question.

I am an American, with Scottish(and thus Irish) and Indian(as in American) heritage.

I am 5'7"(5'6" and 3quarters to be exact, but everyone rounds up anyway.)

I have blue eyes that occasionally turn green.

I weigh in at 275lbs, and loosing more every day.

I am the picture of health, visit the Dr. once a year for a check up if I am lucky and almost never get sick.

I am a local truck driver who made $31,000, last year, the feds think I made $40,000.  I am part owner in my own small business.  That's where the extra comes from.

I am the man every woman dreams of, or will be after some more weight loss.

So here it is,

Will Someone Marry Me?

I am not looking for much refer to my last post, and keep in mind that you must first make the list here. 

Now I am not looking for a yes right now, in fact I would probably look at someone who answered yes a little funny and then run away.  But anyone with a maybe, use the e-mail button, and we'll see what we can do about hookin up.

Now if you answer no, check back in a couple months, if you change your mind, I could still be available.  But no guarantee's.

The Love Machine

BlackWolf

OK tomorrow I pop the question, are you all ready?  I hope so, I thought that I would list some of my qualifications for a wife.  So you all listen up, not that it will do you any good but. . .

Well anyway sorry about not getting in the love letter but I have been real busy, with work and sleep.  When I haven't been at work I have been sleeping and it has been really busy.  Then with all the advertising about love and all that crap my brain has been working like a train.  Which by the way is real hard.  I was going to write a fresh one but like I said it has been real busy.

So here is my list of qualifications.

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Someone who is smart, witty, who can think on their own and is not a "yes man" or "yes woman" as it would be.  Keep in mind that smart and witty are two separate things.

Someone who can challenge my walk with God, and I hers.  I want to have a perpetual growing relationship that with the two of us together we can accomplish more then any one of us alone.

Someone who does not nag, this one is biblical, I do not want to live on the corner of my roof.  I want her to understand that I am who I am and that if she can't live with something before we are married don't expect me to change it afterward.  A lot of ladies are onto this thought of that "If he ain't perfect now, after we are married he will change, for me he will".  Well if he throws his underware on the floor, or leaves the toilet seat up, or balls his socks up, or wares his t-shirts for three days in a row before you get married, he is going to do it after you are married.  Now I am a good man and I would be willing to learn new ways, but I do not make any promises.  By the way, I don't do an of the above.

Someone who can cook and clean.  I know what you are thinking, well that's not why.  The reason why is because I can cook and I can clean, and I don't want to be doing it the whole time myself, I want someone to share the chores with.  Love knows no bounds.

Someone who will defer to my God given right to tell her what to do, and also knows the rest of that bible verse, and what it means.

I also want someone with the most beautiful mind, body and soul in the world.  Not necessarily in that order.

Now I know that not all women are blessed with all the perfections that I have mentioned above, but if they got most of them and are willing to work out the rest in a pre-nup(just kidding).  Anyway by no means am I perfect and I know we both will have to work on it.

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So tune in tomorrow, and see what happens.

The Love Machine

BlackWolf

I was going to just post this, but ShroomGirl asked for an e-mail so I e-mailed it to her, and I figured I would leave it just like that so here you go.

Dear sherYl(I believe that is how gwYn said it should be spelled.)

 

Well you said you liked to get real e-mails and I don’t really know you too much but I was going to rant and rave on about the French today only I couldn’t because I had to deal with other issues on the weblog, like not marrying gwYn, then I had to write a story with Patrick, only Patrick don’t know about it yet.  So I figured I would rant and rave about the French, send it to you and then post it tomorrow.

 

So here goes.

 

So did you hear what the French said yesterday, those slimy backboneless sons of prostitutes.  So they say “No, No, really we weren’t against the US policy on Iraq, really we were just . . .uh we were just . . .  well you know we could. . . but if we . . .”  Yea that was pretty much it.

 

You know the French have always done that, someone comes along with a little muscle and they say, “Yea were on your side” then the next bully shows up and they switch again.

 

I don’t understand how they can be so spineless.  You know they did that through out the WW’s, first they were on the side of the Brits, then the Germans, then the US, blah blah blah.  They never once stood up for themselves, never have never will.  Oh you say what about the French resistance?  Well that is why the French brag so much about them, because they were the few who had brass.  The few who stood up for what they believe.  They were probably foreigners.  Or inspired by foreigners.

 

One good thing that came from the French country side during the aftermath of the war, was helmets and Disney Land.  What you say, ole Walt was an American with a mouse.  But ladies and gentlemen, during the aftermath of the war and before the mouse ole Walt was in France.

 

Why would you go to France, those dumb lokes just learned what a tooth brush was in the 70’s and still think its ok to only take a shower once a week, and then not change their cloths after the bath, ware them another week.  Heck they didn’t even learn about indoor pluming until the mid 1900’s.  In fact during the war their were still a good number of French throwing their body waste in the streets.  Hell even the Romans had indoor pluming, thanks to the Romans.

 

Anyway back to ole Walt, he would go out and find helmets of dead Germans, or had someone else do it, and when their were no German helmets he used old French ones, hell they didn’t use them anyway, and painted swastikas and German ranks on them and sold them to the troops returning to the US.  Made some good money for that.  Then he drew a mouse and you know the rest of that story.

 

I know your thinking, what about Napoleon, ok although he was short he did have brass, he did some good butt kickin throughout his time, of course he was French and tried to attack Russia in the winter, numbskull.  Horses die when you can’t get them food, and they are freezing.

 

The Germans tried that too, Hitler must have been part French, yea attack Russia in the winter, but the tanks can’t move, the diesel is freezing what do we do.

Speakin of the freezing, what about the girl who burned at the stake, ole Joan of Ark or whatever her name was, just like the French to let some crazy woman with a dream run the country.  Yea good job there, then when she is starting to be to powerful what do they do, they kill her.  Their own blood.

 

Speaking of blood, the French were especially bad at “royalty only mate with royalty”.  Which is where the term “blue blooded” came from.  You know what happens when you get a bunch of people to interbreed, Louisiana, yup, then you know what the loons their do with the genetic throwbacks that are to bad for even them, send them to Arkansas.  Which is where the worst President since Jimmy Carter came from.  Mr and Ms Bill Clinton.  Did you hear what the current good President said in a subtle comment about the past administration, “WE WILL NOT LEAVE OUR PROBLEMS FOR FUTURE GENERATIONS TO DEAL WITH, WE WILL FIX THEM OURSELFS”  Now there is a man with lots of brass and brains, more on brass and brains later.

 

Lets talk about Hillary, I swear she is French, talking to dead people, bad wardrobe and everything.  Probably wears to much perfume too.

 

Speaking of perfume I hear the French are good at something, prostitution, I hear if you pick up a “Lady of the Night” (hereby referred to a LOTN, although I will not refer to them again.) and can get her to take a bath and then only put on half of the perfume that she normally would that they can do a lot of things to please a man.  But if you can’t get them to take a bath, then you smell “French stink” covered by perfume.  Or if you get her to take a bath and she doesn’t put back on at least a little perfume you still get the “French stink” cause it is so embedded into their skin.  So you have to get them to take a bath and put on about half the normal amount of perfume.  And when you are done with her, YOU have to take a bath, and YOU have ware perfume for a week.

 

Now you say what about the Germans, they don’t like the US policy either, remember Hitler being part French, well that is probably not true, but the French prostitutes slept with many a German, so many Germans went home with their new found beauties and walla, sissy Germans.  Oh the fall of the Mighty can be mighty.

 

Speaking of the French roots, look at our sissy neighbors to the north.  A bunch of French people who pledged allegiance to the Brits.  You didn’t know Canada was owned by the Brits did you, Ha Ha Ha.

 

The poor Brits have had to put up with the French for so long, and you can see the influence in the British people, at least Tony Blair has brass.

 

Speaking of Brits who have brass I will end my ranting with a quote by Winston Churchill.  It describes my perfectly.

 

“Any man under thirty and not a liberal, has no heart.  Any man over thirty and not a conservative, has no brains.”

 

I’m a heartless bastard.

 

But I got brains and brass.

 

Want to know where brass comes from?  Ask me later.

 

BlackWolf

 

P.S. all this without mentioning the horribleness of the language of the French.  Opps just did it.

For Angle one go here.  Thanks Patrick, you always inspre me.

For Angle three go here.  Good job Daniel, your great.

So there I was, the army was riding toward me shouting something about victory or some such crap.  Heck it’s raining out there.  You can't very well fight in the rain, I know this, I used to be one of those soldiers.  Riding and stomping in the mud, no way for a soldier to do good killing in the mud.  Now all I do is clean up after the horses, scoop poop, and feed the horses so they can poop some more.  Now I have to pack the wagon and so I can go scoop poop somewhere else probably just as dreadful as this place.  That sucks.

 

Time to start packing.  Shovels here, shovels there, at least I ain’t got to clean the poop off of the shovels this time, one good point about the rain.  I remember the days of battle, even in a cool rain the battle is hot.  Hell even in snow battle is hot, the only cool part about a battle is the dead, oh so cool.

 

The women are picking flowers and putting them in their hair, while it looks nice it just doesn’t make much sense.  All the flowers are going to do is wilt and die.  Kinda like me, sure I put up a good fight in my day, but it doesn’t seem worth it anymore.  My knees crackle, my belly’s big, my back hurts, my shoulders slump, I’m to old, I just feel like dieing.  That’s why I like the winter, everything is dead, it reminds me of how I feel, somehow that is comforting to me.

 

Oh there’s the King, he’s the one who started this whole “we will be victorious with God crap”  Yea sure mister “I’m the King, I’m the King”, sure give me some nice robes to ware, some carpet in my tent, yea that’d pump me up too.  Maybe a couple nice ladies to serve me.  There we go, get me some nice wine, no I hate the crap, I much rather prefer the ale, some nice ale, they could sit on my lap and we’d talk all nicety and stuff and . . .

 

  Oh crap here he comes.  Day dreaming when I should be packin.  I remember when he was getting spankings for stealing pie.  Now he thinks he knows it all, probably going to tell me his horse wasn’t saddled this morning.  Well if he didn’t bloody rise two hours before the dawn to pray I would have had his saddle on his damn horse.

 

“What’s that sire?  You say you need everyone in this battle if we are going to win?  Yea right what makes you think that?”

 

“You mean He spoke to you like he did to your father?  Your father was a good man, you really mean you really need me in the battle?  Look at me, am old, fat, tired, when I get up in the morning I pop more then the blacksmiths hammer just before lunch”

 

“What do you mean where my faith?  I suppose it’s at the other end of your horse.  Ha!”

 

“Sorry you didn’t think that was funny, do you really mean I can be like I was then, strong, sturdy, and full of life again?  All I got to do is have faith again?  But how?  It has been so long?”

 

“It starts with a decision and then the actions, and the feelings will follow.  O.K. I will do it, I will try, if for no other reason then it seems the right thing to do.”

 

“No sire, I don’t need armor or sword, even though I ain’t used it in ages I always kept it  in my wagon.  I’ll catch up to you in an hour.”

 

Where’s my darn armor, I know I left it in the wagon, guess if I am fighting I don’t need the shovels anymore, oh there it is clear in the front under all the old straw.  Humm, the armors a bit rusty, has some gaps on the side, leaves more room for my belly.  The sword though, that was stored in oil rags, it is polished, sharp and ready to go.  Now I just have to work my arm back into the swing of things.  I suppose if the King is right it will come along pretty quickly.

 

The good thing about working with the horses is you can always pick and get a good one, ole Faithful over there, he’s been with my for a few years now, hasn’t had a rider in some time.  Well might as well saddle him up and get to moving.

So I see I have a few things to correct about my whole (insert "M word" here) proposel.  One of my brothers, Patrick called my and said "You are (insert "M Word", and add "ing") Gwyn, thats cool."

No I am not (M word + ing) Gwyn, at least not to my knowledge, you may want to ask her about it here.

No really ask her, her name was only mentioned because she asked a question and I was answering, and pointing out to her that the words on the page were especially important to her.

An example, if I were to write your name in this blank _____ you would feel preaty special, so go ahead and enter your name there, I will wait . . .there ya go, are ya feeling special yet?

Next question, which was asked by Gwyn again, she has a lot of questions, which is a good thing, she asked if I would (M-Word) my sister.  Well on the list it is in the "maybe" catagory.  That is because when a girl is especially close to me, I most times call her a sister.  Which usually means that I have no romantic intrest, although I will leave open the possablity.  Only if they arn't blood though.

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And now that this post is getting real long, I feel guilty leaving the letter I wrote to the City of Greeley, but I think if you take the time to read it, you will enjoy it.  It is as follows;

1-31-3

 

Casey Fox

323 E. 3^rd St.

Julesburg, Co.  80737

970-474-2129

 

 

To the sheriff or whom it may concern,

 

Your officer(M. Manweiler) wrote me a ticket for double parking.  With that I have no problem, the problem comes in how she went about it.  Let me explain the situation a little.

 

I was in Greeley because my sister had to have an emergency gall bladder removal.  Because we do not live in or near Greeley my mother and I had to stay at the “Hospitality House” that NCMC provides.  We were there a few days and thought it would be cheaper to buy groceries rather then eat out all the time.  We went to Wal-Mart and came back, when we got there, there were no parking spots available for two blocks in either direction.  This was because Ludwick Electric was on strike and were taking all the parking spots, I was forced to double park so I could take groceries into the “Hospitality House”.  I was forced to because the groceries would have spoiled sitting in my car till after my sisters surgery, which is where we had been paged and were heading to.

 

Well this is where Ms. Manweiler pulls up and talks with my mother, telling her she would have to move the vehicle, my mother tried to tell the lady that I would be right back and she didn’t have the keys, that is when you officer got mad, raised her voice, and was very Barney like(I got gun, I got badge, I special), and told her to move it now or get a ticket.   My mother, being very offended told her what she could do with the ticket.

 

I came out of the “Hospitality House” and Ms. Manweiler, then asked roughly if this was my car, and told me I had to move it, and handed me the ticket.

 

It would not have been a big deal if I had just gotten the ticket, but when your officer(and I use that term loosely) acts rudely, without provocation, and without showing respect for either of us ordinary citizens, it makes it very hard to have respect for any of your officers.

 

My mother has always taught me to be respectful to anyone and everyone, and if you are respectful you will receive the respect back, well Ms. Manweiler showed no respect for us, I therefore show none for her.

 

My protest to her rudeness is to enclose in this package the money for the fine.  Your ticket said to not send cash, so I am sending change.  You will find $20.00 in pennies, these were counted by the bank, if it still happens to be off by a few cents send me a bill or the change.  I have no problem sending you a few more cents.  But I do want my change if I enclosed too much.

 

 

 

 

A citizen,

 

 

Casey Fox

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I know you all been wanting to know how to get to Casey's heart.  I am only going to go down the female side of this, seeing as that is the side my wife is coming from.  The male side is very similar it just leaves off the last entry.

This list is how I categorize people in my life, it isn't in full detail, but everyone is on their somewhere.  I have told others before that I scratched them off of my list, that just means that they missed out on the Wife part, things like marrying someone else will do that.

Text Bolded and Underlined indicates necessities to get to the road of Wife

Underlined text has a chance, and plain text has no chance, unless they get themselfs underlined.

Male-----Female

Enemy-----Non Combatant-----Ally

Acquaintance-----Buddy-----Friend

Non Christian-----Christian

Married-----Single

Sister-----Best Friend

WIFE

Now getting from female to Ally, is peaty easy, getting from acquaintance to Friend is easy, but you have to be a Christian, single and my best friend to be my wife.  Those may be a little harder, but there is someone out there who is doing that right now.

So that is the way to Casey's heart in general, moving up can be a simple as conversation or how good your cooking is, there are to many factors to list all of them here, and this is general.

Well I got some bad news, no not about the girl, and I already listed why you ain't heard of her, (gwyn).  It about the day I die, two posts ago I said I have eight years left, well the truth is(I am pretty good at math, sorry) I only got six left.

The good news is I get two free years of Xanga Premium, I bought the "lifetime" package for 100.00 bucks, seeing as the going rate is 25.00 a year, times that by four you got 100.00.  That means that my last two years will be free, good deal.

Anyway, I wanted to add a few things about how I look at relationships, and my standards, and how the girl I am going after has or will have surpassed these.  And just how damn cool she is.

Lets look at my "listing" tomorrow.  How I list every girl I meet, and how the woman of my dreams, found the long path to my heart.

Tomorrow folks.  Oh yea seeing as I am now a premium member, I will try to get up some pics.

BlackWolf

So I wanted to let you guys know something that I think is very personal, and because I think it is personal it would be something that I wouldn’t normally write about on here.  That is why you have yet to hear word of it.  But me being the guy who I am, am also proud of some of my personal stuff and like anyone who is proud about something would like to brag about it.  So because it is personal, and I am prideful I had to take the time to think and ponder and weigh my options.  So I have decided to talk about what is personnel, and try not to be too prideful while doing it.

 

To start off with I want all of you to know that there is a time and place for everything, and even though I may be a “man of stature”, and a little on the weird side, and you may be thinking in a few minutes “How could this big weirdo be doing something that I am not, that just isn’t fair, and I don’t like it one bit.”  Keep in mind what I just said and that is that there is time and place for everything, and right now my time and place has happened or will happen in a couple weeks, yours is yet to come, and for a few has already happened.

 

So you are wondering what is going on, well I have decided to “POP the question”  you know the one, the “M” word, no not that one, but the other one.

 

Yes on that day of blossoming love, or broking hearts I will ask a special someone to marry me.  February 14^th, this day is the day that there are more broken hearts in the world then any other day of the year, and I hope to be on the other side.  I plan on asking the question on the 13^th (my lucky number by the way), and wait for the response on the 14^th.

 

I know what you are thinking right now, what if that girl reads your site, well as I said at the beginning some things are personal, and to me this site is one of them, and as far as I know the knowledge of it has not been endowed to my girl.

 

I may yet change my mind, not about asking but about the “how” of asking.  So I am looking for other ideas, your or others, of how to propose, or of how this all works etc.

 

I hope to soon let you see a copy of one of my love letters.  I'll try to get it up next week.