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So I’m currently sitting in my car waiting for 5 o’clock to roll around and our bible study to start. I just so happen to have my computer, having come here straight from work, and I decided to see if I could grab someones WiFi network……I found a residence were the WiFi wasn’t locked down and I happily connected.

So am I stealing? Or are they just sharing? Do I physically need to go, knock on someones door and ask to use their connection? Or does the act of NOT setting ones security settings say, “All are welcome, sit, relax, and enjoy the internet.”??? (I don’t know where those question marks should go after that quote )

Anyway, I will continue under the assumption that anyone who doesn’t lock down their WiFi is being neighborly and enjoy sharing their luxuries with those in need. I label them the Good Samaritans of the Internet Age. Thanks fellow WiFiers, you’ve inspired me……maybe it’s time to start sharing my WiFi. Seems like the “Christian” thing to do.

So after many months of tinkering with mp3 playback on my site I finally found something that works. Please enjoy “Break of Day” written and sung by my friend Amy Savin. Posted with her permission

 

 Amy Savin - Break of Day [3:57m]: Play Now | Play in Popup

one of my favorite songs. If you look back at a previous post there is a video I posted with a story and this song playing in the background. The song is “Everything” by Lifehouse. Listen carefully, can you relate?

 

 Lifehouse - Everything [6:07m]: Play Now | Play in Popup

Most of my friends know that I signed up for the Tour De Cure. A century bike ride (100 miles) benefiting diabetes research. They know cause I asked them for money!!
(I lost a few “Good” friends in the process)
Being diabetic I felt drawn to the ride along with my enjoyment of the sport. I spent the better part of two months chugging along as my training rides increased in distance. 10, 15…45, 50!! The weekend after my California trip was going to be my 80 mile training ride, it was the do or die ride. Friday was when it all started…the sneezing, nose dripping symptoms. I didn’t think much of it until Saturday morning when I woke with, what felt like sand paper in my throat and my mouth being my only air passage. I lost a week and a half of training. Sunday June 8th as I woke for my ride feeling not quite ready I headed out. 5:45 am on a normal day makes me nauseous but today was a whole-nother story. With temperatures expected to hit 98 degrees with the heat index of 110 it was destined to be a bad day. In my delusion I headed out anyway. 25 miles in my Body said “No More” and I ended my ride. Disappointed, weakened and coughing I left the tour with all its festivities and fun remaining for those who finished. BUT I’m NOT defeated. I WILL ride again.

For those who would still like to support me, view my tour page here. Thank you!

Well after 5 days of having an amazing time in California it was time for us to depart. Our original itinerary had us scheduled to leave at 3:30pm west coast time and arriving home at 1am east coast time….somewhat reasonable considering the 3 hour time difference and the ability to spend one last morning on laguna beach. Arriving at LAX and going through security was rather effortless and nice for a change….I should have known that it was the highlight of our trip back. Just after leaving the security line it was confirmed….our flight would be delayed 3 HOURS!!!! What is that??? Was American Airlines only using one plane that day?? Anyway, we hunkered down on the most uncomfortable chairs in the world, which Chris Spillmann and myself concluded was a ploy by the airlines in some way…probably to force us to walk around and buy $20 fig newtons. While sitting there battling sleeplessness and thoughts of returning to work the next day there was a constant disruption coming from around the corner. An older gentleman, who was obviously PISSED off, was on his cell phone with his airline cursing like they killed his mother. After about 10 minutes of that I slowly got up walked over to the airport police kiosk and informed them of an irate man at my gate. They swarmed and took acre of the situation….relief!!! We arrived home at 2am to rain and a hoard of folks fighting for cabs which for some GOD AWFUL reason were only arriving two at a freakin time!! It’s an airport send enough cabs please. (makes me miss NY) Anyway I finally arrived home at 4am. God teach me to be patient because many people almost lost their lives that night.

Here is the group I traveled with.
(Me, Sonya, Nadia, and Chris)

So believe it or not, until three weeks ago, I had never been to California!!! Insane I know but I thought a church event was a good excuse to head out there and experience what everyone speaks so highly of. Along with the majority of my life things were just not right…..when we landed the California Sun was covered by a California storm cloud….and the California heat was tarnished by temperatures in the low to upper 60’s!!!! I eventually put my disappointment aside and enjoyed the company of old friends and the conversation with new ones.

Check out some of the Pictures I took on my Pictures Page.

I was somewhere in that fog…..:-D

Well it has been a while since my last post so I’m gonna add a few tonight to catch everyone up to the last few weeks of my life. Who am I kidding?…..no one reads this blog. Ha!

Washington, DC–Welcome to our National Capital

For those who plan to visit our area…

First, you must learn to call it by its rightful name. It is DC or “the District” - only tourists call it Washington.

Next, if your road map of Montgomery County is more than a few weeks old, throw it out and buy a new one. It’s obsolete. If in Loudoun or Fairfax County and your map is one day old, it’s already obsolete.

There is no such thing as a dangerous high speed chase in D.C. It’s just another chase, usually on the BW Parkway.

All directions start with “The Beltway”… which has no beginning and no end, just one continuous loop that locals believe is somehow clarified by an
“inner” and “outer loop” designation. This makes no sense to ANYONE outside the area.

The morning rush hour is from 5 to 11 AM. The evening rush hour is fro m 1 to 8 PM. Friday’s rush hour starts Thursday morning, especially during the summer on
Route 50 eastbound.

If there is a ball game at the Redskins stadium, there is no point in driving anywhere near PG County. (Tip: Never say PG County to anyone from Mitchellville,
Upper Marlboro or Fort Washington (its Prince Georges County). They’ll blow a vessel in their neck and go into a seizure.)

If you actually stop at a yellow light, you will be rear-ended and shot at. If you run the red light, be sure to smile for the $100 “picture” you will receive courtesy of DMV. (However, if you don’t go as soon as the light turns green, you will get cussed out in 382 languages.

Rain causes an immediate 50 point drop of IQ in drivers.
Snow causes an immediate 100 point drop in IQ and a rush to the nearest Giant for toilet paper and milk.

Construction on I-270 is a way of life and a permanent source of scorn and cynical entertainment. It’s ironic that it’s called an “Interstate,” but runs only from Bethesda to Frederick. (Unless you consider Montgomery County another state, which some do). Opening in the 60’s, it has been torn up and under reconstruction ever since. Also, it has a “Spur” section which is even more confusing.

All unexplained sights are explained by the phrase, “Oh, we’re in Takoma Park”.

If someone actually has their turn signal on, they are by definition, a tourist.
Car horns are actually “Road Rage” indicators. Heed the warning.

All old ladies in Buicks have the right of way in the area of Leisure World.

Many roads mysteriously change their names as you cross intersections. Don’t ask why, no one knows.

If asking directions in Arlington, Langley Park, Wheaton or Adams Morgan, Spanish helps. Annandale, Cambodian or Vietnamese will come in handy. If on Dupont Circle, Capital Hill or U Street, tolerance for same sex helps. If you stop to ask directions in Southeast…well, just don’t.

A taxi ride across town will cost y ou $12.50. A ta xi ride two blocks will cost you 16.75. (It’s a zone thing, you wouldn’t understand.)

Traveling south out of DC on Interstate 395/95 is the most dangerous, scariest thing you will ever do.

There is nothing more comforting then seven lanes of traffic cruising along at 85 mph, BUMPER TO BUMPER!!! (Truer words have never been written!)

The minimum acceptable speed on the Beltway is 85. Anything less is considered down right sissy.

The open lane for passing on all Maryland interstates is the far right lane because no self-respecting Marylander would ever be caught; driving in the slow ” lane. Unofficially, both shoulders are fair game also.
The far left lanes on all Maryland interstates are official “chat” lanes reserved for drivers who wish to talk on their cell phones. Note: All SUVs have priority clearance to use the far left at whatever speed the driver feels most comfortable multi-tasking in.
The Beltway is our daily version of a NASCAR reality show. Strap up and collect points as you go.

Without my family I would not know comedy. From the English words my parents have butchered to Holiday disasters of burnt duck and liverwurst. How do you respond to a mother who turns to you, as you leave for a trip, and says, “Two words…don’t forget to call?” Is that not funny? I guess you need to picture the accent and a short stocky eastern European woman, who’s idea of fun is poking me in the ribs when I’m sleeping. Pure comedy! Or, as a child, would force me to massage her arthritic ankle that was connected to a foot that smelled so bad it curled the linoleum in the kitchen as she walked through. Hilarity…..well after a few years….sometimes that smell visits me in dreams.

If you’re not laughing, you’re not living.

My niece published a book so I thought I would share it with the few people that visit my site.