Since Mar 18, 2005
Born at Nataani Nez aka Tse'bit'ai.Formerly in the US Army. Participated in the Clinton Drawdown after serving for three years. Been in the Sandbox- You know the place- many moons ago-1991.
Interests: reading, movies, music, hiking, and reading fruit can labels.:)
I live in Albuquerque
Check out these songs:
Big Iron by Marty Robbins: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=i6s7afYOk_0
The Bangles: Hazy shade of winter http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=taf8fYP9Y-A
LA Guns: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=s6198qSm0Y0<
All along the Watchtower- Battlestar Galactica version. http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=cUchAD44xA8
Here is a short poem: Fat free sugar free said the doctor to me Oh woe is me i must also be caffeine free =)
Each Friday night after work, Bubba would fire up his outdoor grill and cook a venison steak. But, all of Bubba's neighbors were Catholic and since it was Lent, they were forbidden from eating meat on Friday. The delicious aroma from the grilled venison steaks was causing such a problem for the Catholic faithful that they finally talked to their priest. The Priest came to visit Bubba, and suggested that he become a Catholic. After several classes and much study, Bubba attended Mass and as the priest sprinkled holy water over him, he said, You were born a Baptist, and raised a Baptist, but now you are a Catholic. Bubba's neighbors were greatly relieved, until Friday night arrived, and the wonderful aroma of grilled venison filled the neighborhood. The Priest was called immediately by the neighbors, and, as he rushed into Bubba's yard, clutching a rosary and prepared to scold him, he stopped and watched in amazement. There stood Bubba, clutching a small bottle of holy water which he carefully sprinkled over the grilling meat and chanted, "You wuz born a deer, you wuz raised a deer, but now you is a catfish.
Grandpa Joe was a tough old cowboy with grizzled hair, chiseled features, and hands tougher than barbed wire. Id sit on his lap while he rocked in his favorite old chair on the porch, and hed tell me again and again that his secret to living a long life was to sprinkle a pinch of gunpowder on his oatmeal every morning. I stopped believing his tall tales when I grew up, but Grandpa Joe lived on for many years, enjoying perfect health until the ripe old age of 107. He left behind 14 children, 30 grandchildren, 45 great-grandchildren, 25 great-great-grandchildren, and a 15-foot crater where the crematorium used to be.
One night a man walks into a bar looking sad. The bartender asks the man what he wants. The man says "Oh just a beer". The bartender asked the man "Whats wrong, why are you so down today?". The man said "My wife and i got into a fight and she said she wouldn't talk to me for a month". The bartender said "So what's wrong with that"? The man said "Well the month is up tonight".