sorry is one word that is either said to often or not enough.
If someone says they are sorry that is good.
If they say they are sorry over and over for one thing they did wrong
they must be sorry.
But for someone who says sorry over and over and then repeats what they say sorry for then they are not really sorry are they?

I have been reading all your comments and stuff, been trying to read as many blogs a possible, haven't been to everyones. The bus just isn't getting around like he should, maybe it needs a tune up.

I changed buildings, it came as a big surprise. I am now working what we call the 8/9 building. Yep a bunch of teenagers. For now I don't have a computer there. In the evenings there just so much stuff to do. I like being outside and its just hard to carry the computer all around the yard, park and swimming pool. My computer doesn't swim very well. Then again have you ever seen a bus in a swimming pool, it doesn't swim very well either.

I'm not going to say sorry a hundred times, life happens.
I am still around just not as much as what I was before.
I enjoy all of you and I hope to see you all on the bus from time to time.

Yes I am sad, that the bus isn't around as much, you see the bus has the best passangers! I am thankful for everyone that takes a ride.
I am sure that as life goes things will change again, and then I will be back more. Keep posting you all make for some good reading.

Please don't think this is the end......just makeing adjustments

Two old ladies in there late 80's were waiting for the bus one day.
The two were just enjoying the warmth of the day, and a cigarrette, when it
started to rain. First lady put her cigarrette out, she didn't like them when they got wet. The second lady pulled out a condom cut off the end slipped it over the cigarette and continued to enjoy her smoke.
First old lady said "that's a good ideal I think I will have to try it".
Later the old lady goes into the pharmacy and she's looking around when the young Pharmacist comes up to her and asks "may I help you"?
The old lady says "yes you may, I am looking for some condoms.
The pharmacist say "there right over here and they come in many different sizes'. "Do you know what size you want".?
The little old lady says "Something that will fit a camel".!

Have you ever seen Bob the Builder, they scream, can we fix it? there answer is always "yes we can"
The busman always likes to joke or tease or tries to make one feel better
by telling people he can fix broken hearts. I often tell you I got some duct tape, super glue, chicken wire, I can even use needle and thread.
Hearts don't come with owner's manuals, or dircetions on how to put them back togeather. If they did have directions guys wouldn't read them anyway.
Pictures would be a big help to look at when putting hearts back togeather.

BUT NOT THIS TIME:

There is no joke, super glue, chicken wire or duct tape that can fix this broken heart. I wish it could be that simple, for I would give it my best try.
A moment of happiness and joy and a looking to the future has been darken
by death and silence. No I do not speak of my heart, it is another.
Hearts have been broken, lives have been changed for ever........
I'm turning on the bus lights, and pulling over, out of respect for a broken heart and the lives that have been changed forever.
If you want to know who I am showing my respect for, the visit Slick. at
peanuts in my pepsi, read her farwell post.

To Slick: You are in my heart and prayers.