Have you ever seen a comic or comic strip and thought they were talking about you or someone you knew.......
I have a friend named Rodger, after high school he spent 4 years on active duty as an engineer. He went to a special school for explosives, he learned how to detenate hand gernades, land minds and many other things such as pipe bombs and car bombs. After active duty he went into the National Gaurd and started going to college. Rodger spent one year in Korea while on active duty. He already been to Iraq once, and now he is on orders to go again and is set to deploy in June. Last time in Iraq he spent time in mind fields and checking cars for bombs.
This year to earn extra money he started driving for one of he local schools, he will be able to drive until the end of the school year, and he wishes he could leave earlier than that, he said the kids on the bus are driving nuts....
I can't wait to show Rodger that his life is a comic strip.......

I am back to wearing red and black, our school colors.
Virginia Tech is back in school. Student Body president released this statement or something close to it. He has asked that the news camera and reports to please leave, they want to get on with there lives and have time in piece to do so.
Today is may be my last day driving Mason on bus 7. He goes to the doctor and in for some theropy and depends on how well he does or doesn't do.
Should know by Friday.
It's been nice driving him, I get to drive the bus in the morning and afternoon,
I have used less than a tank of gas a week in my car since I'm not driving to work and not driving anywhere to go pick up a bus. Real nice since gas prices seem to have rised since we set the clocks ahead an hour.
To be honest part of me wants to drive bus 7 rest of the year, look at the gas I am saving plus I am being paid overtime for it, I know I am being selfish.
The other part of me says if I don't have to drive him around anymore then he is making progress towards walking again with out his wheel chair, and that would be fine with me too. I will just have to wait until Friday.
I get to drive to a track meet this week, I like track and its great when I can set there and watch it and get paid for it.
That's about it for this Monday, may your Monday be good.

The school I work for school colors are red and black, the school provides me with a red shirt and black pants. I have enough red and black that I can go almost two weeks with out having to wash any of it. The neat thing about this is I don't have to worry or think about what am I going to wear today...I know a red shirt and it goes with black pants............
Today in Virginia they want everyone to wear Virginia Tech school colors to show respect for what took place earlier this week.....There school colors are
Chicago Maroon and Burnt Orange.
Today I changed my colors I am wearing an Orange Shirt couldn't find anything I have that is the color of Maroon, so I bought a Maroon colored ribbon and made a bow and pinned it to my shirt, my pants are blue jeans.
My heart goes out to all the parents, students and anyone who has connections to Virginia Tech and the state of Virginia.
If you want to see a real awsome post on Virginia Tech go to Venus Vexed and visit Six.....Her post is titled Perspective. If you have seen anyone else that has posted stuff for Virginia Tech let me know I will be glad to go read it.

I stopped to smell my friendship flowers that blueeyes sent me...

Don't they smell nice? Everyone should take time to smell the flowers.
Just as I was enjoying them I got ambushed by several friendship balls,
They came from Misty, Dixie and Lucy..........
So I decieded that it was time for a great game of dodge ball........
I tried to down load my balls and the computer said that they were to big!

A father passing by his son's bedroom was astonished to see that his bed was nicely made and everything was picked up. Then he saw an envelope, propped up on the pillow that was addressed to "Dad." With the worst thoughts he opened the envelope with trembling hands and read the letter.

Dear Dad:
It is with great regret and sorrow that I'm writting you. I had to elope with my new girlfriend because I wanted to avoid a scene with Mom and you.

I have been finding real passion with Stacy and she is so nice, but I knew you would not approve of her because of all her piercing, tattoos, tight motorcycle clothes and that fact that she is much older than I am. But it's not only the passion.....Dad she's pregnant.

Stacy said that we will be very happy. She owns a trailer in the woods and has a stack of firewood for the whole winter. We share a dream of having many more children. Stacy has opened my eyes to the fact tha marijuana doesn't really hurt anyone. We'll be growing it for ourselves and trading it with ohter people that live nearby for cocaine and ecstasy

In the meantime we will pray that science will find a cure for Aids so Stacy can get better. She deserves it.

Don't worry Dad. I'm 15 and I know how to take care of myself.

Someday I'm sure that we will be back to visit so that you can get to know your grandchildren.

Love, Your Son John.

P.S. Dad, none of the above is true. I'm over at Tommy's house. I just wanted to remind you that there are worse things in life than a report card that's in my center desk drawer. I love you. Call me when it's safe to come home.