A friend sent this to me and I feel I have to share it, I'm sure some of you will appreciate it.

There is a huge rock near a gravel pit on Hwy 25 in rural Iowa.  For generations, kids have painted slogans, names, and obscenities on this rock, changing its character many times.  A few months back, the rock recieved its latest paint job, and since then it has been left completely undisturbed.

It's quite an impressive sight.  Be sure to scroll down and check out all the photos.

At first I thought the flag was draped over the rock, but it's not.  It's actually painted on the rock too.


 

And, here is the artist...
Ray Sorensen
Sounds Heathen to me.


Great job Ray, you make me proud to be a veteran.

 One evening last week, my girlfriend and I were getting into bed. 
Well, the passion starts to heat up, and she eventually says, "I don't
feel like it, I just want you to hold me."

I said, "WHAT??!! What was that?!"

So she says the words that every boyfriend on the planet dreads to
hear...

"You're just not in touch with my emotional needs as a woman enough for
me to satisfy your physical needs as a man."

She responded to my puzzled look by saying, "Can't you just love me for
who I am and not what I do for you in the bedroom?"

Realizing that nothing was going to happen that night, I went to sleep.

The very next day I opted to take the day off of work to spend time
with her. We went out to a nice lunch and then went shopping at a big, big
unnamed department store. I walked around with her while she tried on
several different very expensive outfits. She couldn't decide which one
to take, so I told her we' d just buy them all. She wanted new shoes
to compliment her new clothes, so I said, "Lets get a pair for each
outfit."

We went on to the jewelry department where she picked out a pair of
diamond earrings. Let me tell you... she was so excited. She must have
thought I was one wave short of a shipwreck. I started to think she was
testing me because she asked for a tennis bracelet when she doesn't even
know how to play tennis.

I think I threw her for a loop when I said, "That's fine, honey." She
was almost nearing sexual satisfaction from all of the excitement.
Smiling with excited anticipation, she finally said, "I think this is all
dear, let's go to the cashier."

I could hardly contain myself when I blurted out, "No honey, I don't
feel like it."

Her face just went completely blank as her jaw dropped with a baffled,
"WHAT?"

I then said, "Honey! I just want you to HOLD this stuff for a while.
You're just not in touch with my financial needs as a man enough for me
to satisfy your shopping needs as a woman."

And just when she had this look like she was going to kill me, I added,
"Why can't you just love me for who I am and not for the things I buy
you?"

Apparently I'm not having sex tonight either....but at least that bitch
knows I'm smarter than her.

Twas the night before Christmas, the ship was out steaming,
Sailors stood watch while others were dreaming.
They lived in a crowd with racks tight and small,
In a 80-man berthing, cramped one and all.
I had come down the stack with presents to give,
And to see inside just who might perhaps live.
I looked all about, a strange sight did I see,
No tinsel, no presents, not even a tree.
No stockings were hung, shined boots close at hand,
On the bulkhead hung pictures of a far distant land.
They had medals and badges and awards of all kind,
And a sober thought came into my mind.
For this place was different, so dark and so dreary,
I had found the house of a Sailor, at once I saw clearly.
A Sailor lay sleeping, silent and alone,
Curled up in a rack and dreaming of home.
The face was so gentle, the room squared away,
This was the United States Sailor today.
This was the hero I saw on TV,
Defending our country so we could be free.
I realized the families that I would visit this night,
Owed their lives to these Sailors lay willing to fight.
Soon round the world, the children would play,
And grownups would celebrate on Christmas Day.
They all enjoyed freedom each day of the year,
Because of the Sailor, like the one lying here.
I couldn't help wonder how many lay alone,
On a cold Christmas Eve on a sea, far from home.
The very thought brought a tear to my eye,
I dropped to my knees and started to cry.
The Sailor awakened and I heard a calm voice,
"Santa, don't cry, this life is my choice."
"Defending the seas all days of the year,
So others may live and be free with no fear."
I thought for a moment, what a difficult road,
To live a life guided by honor and code.
After all it's Christmas Eve and the ship's underway!
But freedom isn't free and it's sailors who pay.
The Sailor say's to our country "be free and sleep tight,
No harm will come, not on my watch and not on this night.
The Sailor rolled over and drifted to sleep,
I couldn't control it, I continued to weep.
I kept watch for hours, so silent, so still,
I watched as the Sailor shivered from the night's cold chill.
I didn't want to leave on that cold dark night,
This guardian of honor so willing to fight.
The Sailor rolled over and with a voice strong and sure,
Commanded, "Carry on Santa, It's Christmas, and All is Secure!"

 1. If you are choking on an ice cube simply pour a cup of boiling
water down your throat. Presto! The blockage will instantly remove itself.

2. Avoid cutting yourself slicing vegetables by getting someone else
to hold them while you chop.

3. Avoid arguments with the Mrs. about lifting the toilet seat by
using the sink.

4. For high blood pressure sufferers: simply cut yourself and bleed
for a few minutes, thus reducing the pressure in your veins. Remember to
use a timer.

5. A mouse trap, placed on top of your alarm clock, will prevent you
from rolling over and going back to sleep after you hit the snooze button.

6. If you have a bad cough, take a large dose of laxatives, then you
will be afraid to cough.

7. You only need two tools in life - WD-40 and Duct Tape. If it doesn't move and should, use the WD-40. If it shouldn't move and does, use the duct tape.

8. Remember: Everyone seems normal until you get to know them.

Daily Thought: SOME PEOPLE ARE LIKE SLINKIES. NOT REALLY GOOD FOR ANYTHING BUT THEY BRING A SMILE TO YOUR FACE WHEN PUSHED DOWN THE STAIRS

Hey everybody,
Since our former site was unavailable, we have searched and have spent a lot of time trying to find an ideal spot, and we have.  We are pleased to announce that 3 Realms is up and running.
You are all invited to join us for a weekend of growth, fun, and fellowship in a beautiful and comfortable setting.
Hosted jointly by Raven's Cry and Awen's Breath Groves ADF.
October 11-14, 2007
at the Dancing Horse Ranch in Paso Robles, CA
Please visit
http://3realms.ravenscrygrove.org
for more info and online registration.
This is going to be a blast, I have stayed here before.
Hope you can all make it.

My list of the 10 reasons I procrastinate.

1.

If this argument seems even the least bit rational to you, please consider re-posting this here, and on another public venue;

Hey Hauk, I'm going to build you one of these one day.

To those brave sons, fathers, husbands and friends that perished on May 17th, 1987, aboard the U.S.S. Stark...........  I will always remember you.
Doran Bolduc - Lacy, Wash.
Bradley Brown - Calera, Ala.
Jeffrey Calkins - Rickfield Springs, N.Y.
Mark M. Caouette - Fitchburg, Mass.
John Ciletta* - Brigantine, N.J.
Bryan Clinefelter - San Bernadino, Calif.
Antonio Daniels - Greenville, S.C.
Christopher DeAngelis* - Dumont, N.J.
James Dunlap - Osceola Mills, Pa.
Steven Erwin* - Troy, Mich.
Jerry Farr - Charleston, S.C.
Vernon Foster - Jacksonville, Fla.
Dexter Grissett - Macon, Ga.
William Hansen - Reading, Mass.
Daniel Homicki - Elizabeth, N.J.
Kenneth Janusik - Clearwater, Fla.
Steven Kendall - Honolulu, Hawaii
Stephen Kiser - Elkhart, Ind.
Ronnie Lockett - Bessemer, Ala.
Thomas MacMullen - Darby, Pa.
Charles Moller - Columbus, Ga.
Jeffrey Phelps - Locust Grove, Va.
Randy Pierce - Choctaw, Okla.
James Plonsky - Van Nuys, Calif.
Kelly Quick - Linden, Mich.
Earl Ryals* - Boca Raton, Fla.
Robert Shippee - Adams Center, N.Y.
Jeffrey Sibley - Metairie, La.
Lee Stephens - Pemberton, Ohio
James Stevens - Visalia, Calif.
Martin Supple - Jacksonville, Fla.
Gregory Tweady - Champaign, Ill.
Joseph Watson - Ferndale, Mich.
Wayne Weaver - New Bethlehem, Pa.
Terrance Weldon - Coram, N.Y.
Lloyd Wilson - Summerville, S.C.
Vincent Ulmer - Bay Minette, Ala.

So, this morning me and a co-worker are on a job site, and I'm telling him about going to Tucson this weekend for an ADF festival, when this contractor walks up and just inserts himself into the conversation.
"Oh, where are you going this weekend?"
"Tucson"
"Really?  What are you going to be doing there?"
Now, I don't know who whispered this in my ear, but what I heard come out of my mouth was;
"Having coffee with the President of Beruniy."
*blank look*
"Oh, ok, I hope you have fun"
And he left.  As soon as he got around the corner, my co-worker literally fell on the ground laughing.
The guy avoided me for the rest of the day.
Thank you Eddie Izzard!

1. Chosen family. (which after Ostara, there may be one more who shares a name with my room mate)
2. A warm body snuggled up next to me in my bed.
3. CSBWBBB
4. A place to call my own. (been homeless before, it wasn't fun)
5. A job that I like.
6. Black Betty (my truck)
7. Friendly neighbors.
8. I forget what 8 was for.
9. Heathens and Driuds and Pagans oh my.
10. Laurel. (the black feathered one who has been making different noises, I thinks she's trying to talk)

1.  A property owner who follows you around all day asking about every little thing you do, and then proceeds to tell you that you must have made a mistake.
2.  A nosy neighbor who tells you that the property line has always been where the fence is even though they have never had a survey, then threatens to call the cops on you for trespassing.
3.  Bel-aire armed response who think they are cops but with a much bigger attitude.
4.  People who think it's funny to try to hit your cones with their cars when you're in the middle of the street.
5.  3 foot side yards piled high with garbage making it almost impossible to get to the back yard.
6.  A back yard full of dog shit that reeks of feces and urine so bad you want to gag.
7.  A major part of the property that is almost a 45 degree slope covered in century plants, cactus, roses, and bougainvillea.

My day today:  All of the above rolled into one.