Sunday, August 25, 2002

Radio Margaritaville

Jimmy Buffett had an Internet concert last night. So I listened to it. He had a really cool, folk version of "Boat Drinks" and "Why Don't We Get Drunk." Of course, while I was listening, Sean tried to call us. Busy. Called his Mom. Answering machine. Tried to call Rodney and had the wrong (old) number. Apparently, his platoon won some sort of prize where they got a 10 minute phone call. By the time he got his Mom, he only had a minute left. She said he was still gung-ho. I guess the brain washing is taking hold.

Monday, August 05, 2002

Looking at Hot, Young Girls

I was driving home from Super S this evening when I passed the city pool. The lifeguards were closing the place down. When I was a wee lad, before I had to have a job to support my car, I used to hang out at the pool a lot during the summer. I don't remember the lifeguards looking that good. One girl was standing against the chainlink fence as the other knelt on the ground writing something on a sign. Oh. My God. I wonder how many wrecks happen there. While I don't remember the lifeguards of my youth looking that good, I am pretty sure they didn't wear read bikini bottoms with the word "LIFE" on their left cheek, and the word "GUARD" on the other.

Thursday, August 01, 2002

Our L'il Leatherneck

Late July we went to Coleman for a funeral. Aunt Ann Holt's mother passed away, and Dad Mom and I went up to see Staci and Steven, who had come down. Sure was fun to see them. It's a shame it's so far between the families.

Sean finally got into the Marine Corps. He talked to mom last night, and she said he was so hoarse that she had a problem understanding him.