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Galley Wench: let's talk billion
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Dec 7, 2009. The next time you hear a politician use the word 'billion' in a casual manner, think about whether you want the politicians spending YOUR tax money. A billion is a difficult number to comprehend but putting that figure into some perspective:. Ago it was 1959. Ago Jesus was alive. Ago our ancestors were living in the Stone Age. Ago no one walked on the earth on two feet. Ago at the rate our government is spending was only 8 hours and 20 minutes ago. 12/17/09, 5:29 AM. 4/17/10, 1:44 AM. Heathe...
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Galley Wench: August 2009
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Aug 31, 2009. This ad isn't in English but you'll understand it anyway. PS Once again, my penpal Dewey. Comes through with the best stuff. 2 ADD or READ COMMENTS. Aug 26, 2009. Why crackheads shouldn't sing at funerals. File under stray neurons. Let's just say after this performance- especially that big finale- the deceased was probably grateful to be dead. 2 ADD or READ COMMENTS. Aug 24, 2009. 0 ADD or READ COMMENTS. Aug 21, 2009. Elvis and MJ are ALIVE! File under stray neurons. 0 ADD or READ COMMENTS.
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Galley Wench: December 2009
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Dec 7, 2009. The next time you hear a politician use the word 'billion' in a casual manner, think about whether you want the politicians spending YOUR tax money. A billion is a difficult number to comprehend but putting that figure into some perspective:. Ago it was 1959. Ago Jesus was alive. Ago our ancestors were living in the Stone Age. Ago no one walked on the earth on two feet. Ago at the rate our government is spending was only 8 hours and 20 minutes ago. 2 ADD or READ COMMENTS. Follow me on Twitter.
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Galley Wench: October 2009
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Oct 19, 2009. Brrrr and BUB progress report. File under 4550 Pilot House. The Butt Ugly Boat. It is cold here in Atlanta. Before I could come to work this morning I had to dig out a sweater and long slacks, and man up with some pantyhose- oh wait, wrong expression- and some shoes other than sandals, and top it off with a trenchcoat before I could brave the cold air between the garage and my car. This is wrong, so very wrong. It isn't even November yet. This global warming is a killer, man. Oct 16, 2009.
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Galley Wench: June 2009
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Jun 24, 2009. No matter what your calendar says, all the calendars in this family say this is Christmas week- time to spend a few days with the whole family eating too much delicious food, talking, laughing, hanging out with each other, and playing the diabolical games that I've laid awake at night plotting for them (more about that later). *evil laugh*. Once I figured out we were clueless in guessing what teenage boys. 0 ADD or READ COMMENTS. Jun 18, 2009. File under Fur Babies. Who loves you more- your...
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Galley Wench: July 2009
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Jul 28, 2009. We grew up together, me and Bratley, the two youngest kids in a family of six. The age gap between the two of us and our four older siblings was such that the older kids weren't interested in playing cars or cowboys and Indians with us- they were more into activities such as dating and driving- -so Brad and I pretty much had each other for company for most of our childhoods. Stranger: "Why, what a cute little boy you are! What's your name, little one? Bradley gives me an elbow to the ribs.
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Galley Wench: A touching story
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Mar 16, 2010. File under stray neurons. As a bagpiper, I play many gigs. Recently I was asked by a funeral director to play at a grave-side service for a homeless man. He had no family or friends, so the service was to be at a pauper's cemetery in the Kentucky back-country. As I was not familiar with the backwoods, I got lost; and being a typical man I didn't stop for directions. I finally arrived an hour late and saw the funeral guy had evidently gone and the hearse was nowhere in sight. 3/25/10, 1:52 PM.
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Galley Wench: May 2009
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May 14, 2009. Friends and family in UK. The Butt Ugly Boat. I can't believe a whole week has flown by without an update here. To answer your burning questions:. No, it wasn't worth it. Taking off for a two week vacation is absolutely fabulous, but coming home to a two week backlog of reality and a desk covered with paperwork screaming for attention is. Heck yeah, we'd do it again. Probably next year at the same time. Yes, I have. My cellphone which wandered off into oblivion the week before we left f...
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Galley Wench: February 2009
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Feb 26, 2009. Most offices would just post a note reminding you to make another pot if you drink the last cup of coffee. Feb 24, 2009. File under 4550 Pilot House. The Butt Ugly Boat. Last weekend my sister and brother in law came down to pick up the Butt Ugly Boat's furniture so Jim can take it back to his shop and reupholster it. And there are boxes and hatch doors and wires and boat parts scattered everywhere. It really is a disaster area these days. Egads. The facial lady took Loretta first, so I hea...
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Galley Wench: March 2010
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Mar 16, 2010. File under stray neurons. As a bagpiper, I play many gigs. Recently I was asked by a funeral director to play at a grave-side service for a homeless man. He had no family or friends, so the service was to be at a pauper's cemetery in the Kentucky back-country. As I was not familiar with the backwoods, I got lost; and being a typical man I didn't stop for directions. I finally arrived an hour late and saw the funeral guy had evidently gone and the hearse was nowhere in sight. Thanks for stop...