Ok, perhaps I'm slow, but I really don't understand this. Millions of people have taken to the streets over the issue about the Mexican border and Congress refuses to settle the issue.....but nobody has a problem with this ? What has Canada ever done to us?

Current Mood: confused

Ok, my finals are done. I think I did all right in Global Political Economy. We'll see about E-Commerce Development. I never did find any JS assistance for that part I was stuck on. I think I might have done all right with it, though.

I am in desperate immediate need of help with some JavaScript!!!!!! Anybody know it??

Current Mood: anxious

Well, hell. Been so busy that 14 weeks have slipped by without me making an entry. Whew!
Just FYI, I'm still in the land of the living. Although, there for a little while, I think it was up in the air. I had pneumonia the first two weeks of this year. *ugh* I've never been so sick in all my life!!!
School's back in from Winter Break. I think I'll like these two classes I'm taking this session. "Principles of Management" and "Macroeconomics". I thought both of them would bore me to tears, but, so far, that hasn't been the case.
Still looking for a different job. I promised Randy I'd hold out until after Christmas, and I've done that. Now I'm searching in earnest. Just can't take anymore here.

Mr. Randall C. Hooker, 78, died Wednesday, Oct. 5, 2005, at The Oaks at Forsyth. He was born in Surry County on Sept. 7, 1927, the son of Claude and Maggie Lawson Hooker. Mr. Hooker was a member of Waughtown Baptist Church and retired from McLean Trucking after 36 years of service. He was preceded in death by his wife of 50 years, Anne Price Hooker, in 2000; a son, David Hooker, in 1975; and a sister, Kate Dowell. He is survived by a daughter, Kathy Smithson, and husband Allen of Winston-Salem; a son, Mark T. Hooker, and wife Carla of Walnut Cove; two grandsons, Randall Smithson of Winston-Salem and Clark Hooker of Walnut Cove; and several nieces and nephews. Funeral services will be conducted at 2 p.m. Sunday, Oct. 9, at Hayworth-Miller Chapel, with the Rev. Joe McWethy officiating. Burial will follow in Parklawn Memorial Park. The family will receive friends from 7 to 9 p.m. Saturday, Oct. 8, at Hayworth-Miller Silas Creek Chapel. The family would like to express their appreciation for the loving care shown by the staff of The Oaks at Forsyth.

Current Mood: sad

Ok, I'll officially be 30 on the 29th. You'd think I'd be mature enough at this point not to be so damned excited just because it's Wednesday, September 21 and Lost FINALLY comes back on tonight.

Current Mood: excited

( one of those annoying little memes that I can't stay away from )

No decent jokes today, but I'd like to make a comment.

I think that things like this are pure bullshit and part of the problem with this country!

Current Mood: pissed off

An Irishman, a Mexican and a Blonde Guy were doing construction work on
scaffolding on the 20th floor of a building.

They were eating lunch and the Irishman said, "Corned beef and cabbage!
If I get corned beef and cabbage one more time for lunch, I'm going to jump
off this building."

The Mexican opened his lunch box and exclaimed, "Burritos again! If I
get burritos one more time I'm going to jump off, too."

The blond opened his lunch and said, “Bologna again!”
If I get a bologna sandwich one more time, I'm jumping too."

The next day, the Irishman opened his lunch box, saw corned beef and
cabbage, and jumped to his death.

The Mexican opened his lunch, saw a burrito, and jumped, too.

The blonde guy opened his lunch, saw the bologna and jumped to his
death as well.

At the funeral, the Irishman's wife was weeping.
She said, "If I'd known how really tired he was of corned beef and
cabbage, I never would have given it to him again!"

The Mexican's wife also wept and said, "I could have given him tacos or
enchiladas! I didn't realize he hated burritos so much."

Everyone turned and stared at the blonde's wife The blonde's wife said,
"Don't look at me. He makes his own lunch."

Current Mood: giggly

A man goes into a pet shop and tells the owner that he wants to buy a pet that can do everything. The shop owner suggests a faithful dog.

The man replies, "Come on, a dog?"

The owner says, "How about a cat?"

The man replies, "No way! A cat certainly can't do everything. I want a pet that can do everything!"

The shop owner thinks for a minute, then says, "I've got it! A centipede!"

The man says, "A centipede? I can't imagine a centipede doing everything, but okay. I'll try a centipede."

He gets the centipede home and says to the centipede, "Clean the kitchen."

Thirty minutes later, he walks into the kitchen and it's immaculate! All the dishes and silverware have been washed, dried, and put away; the countertops cleaned; the appliances sparkling; the floor waxed. He's absolutely amazed.

He says to the centipede, "Go clean the living room."

Twenty minutes later, he walks into the living room. The carpet has been vacuumed; the furniture cleaned and dusted; the pillows on the sofa plumped; and the plants watered.

The man thinks to himself, "This is the most amazing thing I've ever seen.
This really is a pet that can do everything!"

Next he says to the centipede, "Run down to the corner and get me a newspaper."

The centipede walks out the door. Ten minutes later, no centipede. Twenty minutes later, no centipede. Thirty minutes later, no centipede.

By this point, the man is wondering what's going on. So he goes to the front door, opens it, and there's the centipede sitting right outside.

The man says, "Hey! I sent you down to the corner store 45 minutes ago to get me a newspaper. What's the matter?!"

The centipede says, "I'm going! I'm going! I'm just putting on my shoes!"

Current Mood: amused