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11 October 2015 @ 09:14 pm
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18 January 2013 @ 09:33 pm

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WynRN
09 June 2010 @ 01:51 pm
I think it's about time to dust this journal off and start using it again

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WynRN
10 March 2009 @ 10:08 pm
Warning! In case of rapture this car will be empty.

WTF! That's a little presumptuous
 
 
WynRN
06 September 2007 @ 04:51 pm
I'm taking a Community Health Nursing class this semester. Because it has a clinical component I have to have a drug test. No big deal. I'm clean. But in order to have the drug test done I have to have sign an agreement get two people to witness me and then get it notarized. Big giant pain in the ass. I have a professional license I understand what would happen to me if I tested positive for drugs, I don't need to sign a piece of paper saying I understand, I understand.

Anyway, while I'm there I run into my brother, I guess technically he's an ex-step-brother. It's was very strange. Our parents have been divorced now for nine years. In those nine years I've talked to him maybe... three times. It's odd to have lived with someone for ten years and be family for an additional five years and then just not talk again. We exchanged the customary How have you been? How's ------------- doing. That's good. Yeah ________ is going well. Then some awkward pauses a See you around and then that's it.

Nothing else, but what else could there be?
 
 
 
WynRN
21 August 2007 @ 07:44 am
There's this biker guy at the bar I frequent. He's big, has a biker beard, wears black, has about nine rings, and has long hair that is braided in a pony tail running down his back. He's been going to this bar as long as I have if not longer. Now the bar I go to is not your traditional biker bar. He's usually the only biker there, unless he brings a friend. He sits at the bar quietly, talks on his phone quietly, talks to his girlfriend quietly, in fact most of the time you don't even know that he is there. Colby says he has struck up a conversation with him on occasion and I've exchanged a few words with him once in a while. All in all he seems like a nice guy, one that could kick my ass in a heart beat. Oh and he always carries a gun. I didn't know that until tonight.

I walk into the bar and get greeted by Tony like I'm a nephew he hasn't seen in a few weeks. We exchange pleasantries he asks about Sonia (because that is who he secretly wants to see)I say hi to the drunk cook sitting at the end of the bar. Next to the cook sits Colby, the non-smoker smoking. Next to him sits burly biker guy. Their talking I'm not sure what about, I talk to Tony off and on only catching snippets of the conversation when in walks burly biker guy's babe. She's a nice woman, not really my type are that particularly attractive (even if I wasn't married). What catches my attention though is her shirt. It says If you think ignorance is bliss, you must be orgasmic. I found this funny and as she is greeting burly biker guy I mention it to Colby. Who smiles and agrees. Conversation continues the way it was before biker babe arrives. Colby talking to BBG and me to Tony when I Colby say speaking of that Wayne mentioned your shirt when you walked in. I immediately think SHIT. BBB says oh yeah and begins to talk to Colby for about a split second when BBG says Wait, a minute! You read her shirt? You were checking out her tits weren't you. This is the moment when everyone in the bar stops talking and looks at me.

Now I know that there is no right answer to this question. I truly was just looking at her shirt a) I see a lot of tits (about thirty six hours of tits a week) b) I thought the t-shirt was funny and c) not that fantastic anyway. If I tell him I was looking at her tits I could die if I tell him I wasn't looking at her tits I could die. I decide to go with the truth. He laughs she's slightly disappointed. He smiles at my diplomatic answer and then asks me if he intimidates me. We then proceed to a conversation about standing up for what you believe in and my personal philosophy of not complaining about something unless I've tried to do something to change it.

Turns out BBG is a pretty down to earth guy who doesn't take shit from anyone. He's quiet until he needs to be loud. He carries a gun but a few months ago when a customer was giving Tony a rough time and wasn't leaving without trouble BBG escorted him out to the curb. BBG says with amazement That fucker pulled a gun on me. Then with his voice trailing off as he walked off to the bathroom added He didn't leave with on though and that ended that part of the conversation. Even though BBG could kick anyone's ass he doesn't need too. He also doesn't need to brag about his ass kicking ability. I respect that. I also think it can't hurt having a friend like that.
 
 
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WynRN
07 June 2007 @ 09:49 am
LOL  
What American accent do you have?
Your Result: The Midland
 

"You have a Midland accent" is just another way of saying "you don't have an accent." You probably are from the Midland (Pennsylvania, southern Ohio, southern Indiana, southern Illinois, and Missouri) but then for all we know you could be from Florida or Charleston or one of those big southern cities like Atlanta or Dallas. You have a good voice for TV and radio.

The West
 
Philadelphia
 
The South
 
The Inland North
 
Boston
 
North Central
 
The Northeast
 
What American accent do you have?
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WynRN
16 March 2007 @ 02:46 am
Joann Jamison

It always amuses me when I hear people tell stories about roommates. Whether it’s a story about sharing a room growing up, a dorm room in college, or just sharing an apartment. It’s inevitable that as I listen a smile begins to spread across my face, because I know that no one has ever had a roommate like my roommate.

I moved in with Joann only days after Pop-pop passed away. I moved in without knowing how long I would be there. I never would have imagined living with Joann for three years.

While most of my friends were moving into dorm rooms with people their age I was moving into a house only slightly larger then a dorm room with a woman in her late sixties who was… a little eccentric.

People say living with a roommate teaches you many things about yourself and about life and I would have to agree. I learned a great deal living with Joann.

Like:
· Always smile and always laugh: Any situation no matter how bad can always be improved by a smile and a laugh. I’ll never forget Pop-pop’s belly laugh and I’ll never forget Joann’s smile.

· Living with Joann taught me that household appliances can have more then one purpose. You know my oven hasn’t worked quite the same as it did when Joann lived with me.

· Just because your Television gets over two hundred channels doesn’t mean you have to watch all two hundred of them.
I think I could recite every episode of Match Game 77. You know now that I think about it I agree with Joann that Gene Rayburn was a pervert.

· Joann taught me that you can never mop your floors or clean your bathroom too much.

· Late night snacks are always better with company

· Joann taught me who my true friends were
Whenever I had friends over she would always greet them with a smile, a handshake, and sometimes an open house coat

· Joann taught me to play my music loud, to let it wash over me and carry me away

· Living with Joann taught me patience and understanding

· Joann taught me to sing like no one is listening… and if someone is listening sing anyway.
Once while we were singing Ring of Fire at the top of our lungs, Joann turned to me and said that our rendition of the song would cause Johnny Cash to cry. I asked her if we should stop. She looked at me smiled and said no… we kept singing.

· Living with Joann taught me the importance of soaking laundry before washing it.

· Joann taught me that just because it’s called a coffee cup doesn’t mean coffee is the only thing you can drink out of it.

· Even the best intended compliment is still a compliment
Joann never hesitated to sing my praises. She never hesitated to tell people how great of a cook I was. I cooked Joann a lot of meals in three years. When people would ask her what her favorite meal that I made was she would always pause for a second and then happily reply Hamburger helper.

· Joann taught me the importance of honesty.
She never hesitated to tell you what she was thinking whether you wanted to hear it or not. Sometimes you needed to hear it.

· I think most of all living with Joann taught me the importance of family.
Family doesn’t necessarily mean you share the same blood. It means you stick together and give all you have to give whether it’s convenient for you or not. Family is there when you need them and it’s there when you don’t know you need them.

Living with Joann was at times trying but by God it was never boring. I wouldn’t give those three years up for anything. Joann lived her life with her head held high and she died with dignity I only hope that I can do the same. Thank you Joann for all that you have given me.
 
 
WynRN
22 October 2006 @ 12:25 pm
There are people in the world that drive me so insane that spending time with them could lead to my death from an aneurysm.

"What scientific classification are birds?" Mandy
"I'm not really sure" Me
"Didn't you study the periodic table?" Mandy
"Yeah but... the periodic table is composed of elements." Me
"So..." Mandy


"I'm going to to marry Colby no matter what. Even if I have to drug him" Mandy
 
 
WynRN
20 September 2006 @ 06:16 pm
I love fall. I love the way the air feels and smells. I love the warmth of the day and the chill of the night. I love the leaves and their brilliant deaths. It seems like the entire world begins to slow down and settle in for the approaching winter. It's hard to explain but I feel closer to the world and closer to people this time of year. Visions of high school football games, marching in parades, hayrides, and bundling up to visit family and friends, it all provides a sense of warmth that I'm sure my words don't provide justice to.

Last Saturday I went to the Harvest Festival parade. I hadn't been there since my senior year in high school when I was last in it. It was really nice and really long. Do parades usually last two hours? My high school band was in it. They sounded as bad as they looked, but it brought back a ton of memories. People I hadn't thought about in a long time ...so many great times.

Sonia and I met Tony at the parade. I'm not sure if I've ever mentioned Tony before but he certainly is worth a few lines. Tony is a bartender at a local bar where I've hung out quite a bit. Tony is the guy people imagine when they think of the perfect bartender. He's the guy that you ask for advice, the one that can read the two people hooking up at the bar like a book, he makes you feel like you are the only customer at the bar. He's the type of person that you invite to your house and you spend time at his, he even makes you food when you are moving. Tony is an all around great guy.