absolutely right. What the court said was that it understands the Constitution. I'm amazed at all the outrage directed at the court. Do people not understand the way democracy works? This is how the United States works. Don't like the outcome? I'm sure Californians will have the opportunity to vote to repeal Prop 8 in the near future. And if the vote passes? So be it. That's how voting works. I'm all for the people voting. But the thing that bothers me with this whole thing has always been the demonizing of those with a different view. I'm not going to get upset with the gay right effort to raise money and spread their opinion about their side. But those that supported prop 8 are continued to be portrayed as mindless stooges by those that disagree with them. It's wrong and totally hypocritical.

Oh well, what am I going to do about it? Nothing. That's what.

On to other news.....

"A Man accused of murdering his de facto wife told a court she verbally abused him, controlled their finances and would not let him use their home toilet."

When I read this it made me fear for a loved one. You see, I have a loved one whom makes her husband use a separate bathroom. She gets the master bath and he gets the second bath. I'm not sure about her verbal abuse towards him as I'm not at their residence that often. I also am not sure about her control over the finances but I think it is very apparent that it all starts with the toilet! I only hope her husband does not read this and get any ideas. Maybe I shouldn't post this....nah, too good to pass up.

Here's a pic of her husband and his bathroom.

Try a Latin woman. There is a wonderful website for those men out there that can't seem to get an american women to give them the time of day. Its Latin-wife.com! Here are a few quotes from the site.

"American men make the best husbands in the world. And nowhere is there a stronger or more favorable impression of us than among Latin women. Latinas are the fastest-growing minority in the U.S. and those Latin women have spread the word back home to their family and friends: American men make great husbands. No other culture treats their wives as well as we do. This very real perception places you in high demand. You have earned that reputation. Now experience your reward, an exotic Latin wife."

"It is common knowledge that Latin American women are faithful, loyal, and devoted wives. There is a reason why Colombia has the lowest divorce rate in the world. Their world revolves around the family. Colombian women stay with their first family until marriage and then the tradition continues with their new family. They have been raised to complement, nurture and respect their men."

"Physically they are feminine in the most favorable way. They are significantly more slender than the majority of American women and have a sexy, alluring confidence that beckons attention. When Colombian women recognize a man of good character they become quickly attached and supportive."

"Unscrupulous business practices in South America are unfortunately very real, yet the Latin beauty for you to discover is real as well. From this recognition came our determination to deliver a legitimate South American marriage agency with honest opportunities. "

So if you are tired of those snotty less slender American women give a Latin woman a try!

I recently saw this video. Some of the finest acting I've seen. Take a look.



Just because these women are not bleach blond with fake boobs and wear a size zero does not mean they don't belong in Hollywood. These women are great actors! I don't know about you but I would have much rather seen these two play the leads in 'Bride Wars' over those worthless actors that were in it. I could see either of these women winning the oscar for best actress instead of people like Halle Berry, Nicole Kidman, Julia Roberts, Grace Kelly, Katharine Hepburn and Gwyneth Paltrow. Oh, wait. Not Gwyneth, she's so good. But the rest can take a hike.

I fear we may never see these two in a Hollywood movie. Just because they don't sell magazines. It's a shame.

I recently received some very good news.

On behalf of the Trustees and Executor of the estate of Late Engr.Jurgen Krugger. I once again try to notify you as my earlier letter wasreturned undelivered. I hereby attempt to reach you again by this same email address on the WILL.I wish to notify you that late Engr Jurgen Krugger made you a beneficiary to his WILL. He left the sum Thirty Million, One Hundred Thousand Dollars(USD$30, 100.000.00) to you in the Codicil and last testament to his WILL. Being a widely traveled man, he must have been in contact with you in the past or simply you were nominated to him by one of his numerous friends abroad who wished you: CONTACT Email: barrteddywilliams1@hotmail.com I await your prompt response.This message may contain confidential information, and is intended only for the addressee. If you are not the named addressee, or if you have received this message in error, we ask your cooperation to refrain from disseminating, distributing or copying this e-mail, and request that you delete it from your computer or messaging device. Thank you.

Obviously I will be retiring. So to my poor friends I wish to say goodbye and don't try asking for any of my money!

So Elise tagged everyone who read her blog about the 10 things she wants to do before she dies. The thing is she didn't say that you were tagged until the end of her post. If she had warned me then I wouldn't have read it. So I'm going to be polite and warn people before hand. If you read this post in it's entirety than you are therefore tagged. Your Welcome.

1. Attempt my biggest stunt of my career by jumping a pit filled with the women from The View and Oprah only using a size 7 pair of Heelys.

2. Spend a year learning how to walk and not shriek after my stunt goes horribly wrong.

3. Become addicted to the pain killers I rely on since the accident.

4. In my overdosed pain killer state I alienate Natalie, the kids and anyone who cares for me.

5. Get kicked out of the house from Natalie and told not to come back until I find the old me.

6. Spend 6 months living out of my 1972 Ford Pickup.

7. Hit the gym and kick the pain killers and find myself again.

8. Reunite with Natalie and family expressing my love for Natalie in one tender vulnerable moment.

9. After several years of family life I hear the call of my first love, stunt devil. I make plans to jump again. Tell Natalie.

10. After Natalie realizes that as much as she hates this stunt side of me, it's who I am and to change that would change the man she loves into someone he isn't. With Natalie by my side I kiss her before I jump and head into the cheering crowd as I prepare to jump. Heart racing, I feel a moment of the pain I felt after the first accident. Pushing the fear down deep inside, because I know I'll hate myself if I don't do this, I click my Heelys open. Slow motion ascends all around me. I barely notice the shrieking from the women of The View and Oprah. I start down the ramp with the warm air going through my naturally thick soft hair. As I hit the jump I glance down at the shrieking women. I see their faces turn from hate and anger to awh and admiration as I soar over the pit. They can see what everyone sees. I'm going to make it. As I hit the other ramp the crowd roars. I glide down the ramp to a blurry of snapping lights. My arms in the air and a smile on my face I search for Natalie. I know that this moment won't be fulfilled until she is by my side, for she is the rock that this success was built upon. I shout, "Natalie! Natalie!" Just then I hear something. It's as if a fog settled upon the crowd. Blurring the noise and clouding the sight. In the densness of this fog there is only one voice of an angel that my ears can hear. "Bryan!" "Bryan!" I turn to where I hear the angelic voice. At once all light is removed except for a single ray. A ray that is shining right on her. She is 20 feet away. We both pause, although her mouth isn't moving I can hear every thought from her. We share a beautiful moment that words cannot describe. She begins to move toward me. Thump! Thump! Pain radiats through me. I can feel myself falling. The light's gone. I hear nothing. I feel.....nothing.

Epilogue

The funeral was attended by thousands. Loved ones spoke. There were some tears but there were more smiles. Those close to me knew I fulfilled my dreams. Natalie was suprisingly strong. Although her heart yearned for me so much that she was unable to love anyone again, or lust or even admire any male figure, she lived for our children. Just then a furry hand touched my shoulder. A voice said "it's time to go friend." I instinctivly turn, not scared, not sad but happily follow the voice. I look up and see a giant bunny. Must be 8ft tall. Still not scared or even surprised I ask "How come your a bunny?' He says "For the same reason your a Gopher." I look down at my furry belly. "Huh." I say out loud. Again not surprised. As if reading my thoughts the bunny says "Don't worry she will join you soon. Sooner than you can dig a hole for the two of you to live in."