Wow! What a helluva 2009 so far.

   I lost my part time job at the feedstore on the last day of January.

And I thought I would have been back to work by April. Didn’t

happen! So, I put together a list of all the things I wanted to do

around the house, both inside and out. Elly and I had  some money

in savings, and we got started.

      With the addition of other projects added on at a whim, I have

been a busy boy! Had to chop down four trees and cut them up

with the new chainsaw. That was fun! Elly wanted to replace

the pool, so we took care of that. That was a project in itself.

Hint: If you buy a pool over the winter, you might be able to

get one at half price, like we did! Then the day of disaster came!

Half of the instructions missing, and what writing was there

was so hideous that I could have done better with a half of a

dozen chimpanzee’s with a bag of hand grenades! We had to

call the pool company in South Carolina several times to send

us items that were missing so we could finish. We had to rely

on Elly’s memory on the last pool she set up 12 years ago!

We may still need to take off the top rail and add some of the

items that were missing….but its ok for now.

    One of the things I had to take care of was something that

we didnt see until March. The side deck to the house was

sinking at it’s outside edges! The people who put the pool in

never put concrete at the posts they put in the ground! So,

of course both sides had dipped 3 inches over a 12 foot span!

Thank God, I have a friend who is an engineer! After running

through four different scenarios in his mind, he came up with

a great solution, and we have been working on and off on

that since the beginning of April. Everything is all jacked up

to the right place, and blocked up. Now, we just need to

finish pouring new concrete footers and finish up underneath

with the new 24 foot beams. Thanks to Paul and Joshua for

their manual labor. Party on the deck coming soon!

     April 16th came. The day the doctor called and told me

that I was a diabetic. Right in the middle of the damn deck

project. This was the result of a blood test where I went to

the VA Hospital in Asheville, North Carolina. This might

explain why I have been in “running around the walls for

the last three years (or longer)”. Mentally and emotionally

it has taken about six weeks to finally snap out of the denial,

disbelief, and shock. The medication is doing it’s job, and it

appears that my mind has slowed down to only about mach

two right now. OK, now what?

     With my mind clearing up, I can see new opportunities

in writing, although nothing is paying any money right now.

The list for the house and the mountain is nearly completed.

I have enough fire wood for two winters now, as long as Elly

doesn’t go on a fireplace burning spree anytime soon. My

thought processes are much more defined and I can take

the time to let something develop instead of charging right

into something and running into brick walls (something I

used to do often). Let’s see if the ability to slow down now

can yeild some benefits.

       One of the things you may be wondering is how all this

effects “On The Horizon”. I have no idea how to answer that

yet. Elly and I are still trying to work everyday life out with my

not flying around the house …..while making the dogs a nervous

wreck collectively.

     One thing I can say is that the development for new ideas

as far as the show is concerned is that I can allow those ideas to

work themselves through. You folks have probably noticed some

changes already over the last few months, and I still have one or

two ideas to tinker with yet.

      One of the goals I have in this process is to re-establish the

column which I began last year before everything (and I mean

everything), went to hell in a hand basket. I also want to

re-establish “On The Horizon” as the number one show in all

of independent music (a lofty vision, but one that can be done).

The program has always been a “thinking man’s” program, or

one that does not have to subjegate itself to insulting the

intelligence of the audience. That is something I do not want to

change.

       You will probably hear me in the future making fun of

diabetes, but not diabetics who suffer from the disease. I figure

that if I can insult it, and ridicule it, maybe it will go away (like

that will happen)! I realize that I cannot do what I would do in

the physical realm, which would lead to the next action:

1) Find who gave it to me,

2) Find out how he did it,

and

3) How I can get him back for it!

Elly and I have undertaken the process of taking notes about

what we were thinking and what we thought about different

aspects of this in regards to the Diabetes diagnosis, and maybe

you will see a small book come out about this later. Some of it

was sad, but some of it was drop-dead hilarious! Especially on

my eating habits, but more on that in another post.

    I have three writing projects going on simultaneously, which

I will get into that in another post as well.

    College is still College. I am progressing nicely, and by the end

of next year I hope to graduate. Imagine that….giving ME a College

degree! The world will never be the same! hehehe

OK that is all the news that is fit to print….and that is the update.

Now I need to find out what I did with the latest newsletter. Where

did I put that damned thing…

John

I toyed with the idea of going back to college a few years ago. However,

I never acted on it. Now, the voices in my head (and Elly) have

told me that now is time to get moving and select a college. So, this

past June, I started to look at online college courses because gas was

too high to travel back and forth primarily. Just one look at a gas

pump going back and forth to work was enough to convince me that

a standard college was not the way to go. Never mind that the

nearest college is 30 miles away….one way!

 

So, Elly and I were examining the choices inside the University of North

Carolina College System online. They do have an abundance of classes

to choose from. Almost all of them have some slick websites that will

try  to entice you to select their school as THE choice to spend those

tuition dollars.

 

I contacted one about signing on with them and began the application

process. I nearly fell over faint when they wanted a $90 application fee!

(I am a cheap skate at heart)! So, I printed out the application and mailed

it in to the University I had chosen. The website said someone would be

in touch with me in a few days.

 

Days went by without contact from the University. Seven weeks went by

before I finally picked up the phone and called the admissions department.

I learned that my application was flagged by Campus Security concerning a

speeding ticket from four years ago. (My Car insurance company doesn’t

even care about this ticket). I was bounced around from office to office until

I was in contact with a young lady (let’s just say her name is “Melva”). I asked

her  why my application was flagged by Campus Security. She told me she did

not know because she had not received my file. When I asked her if she knew

where it was, she said she did not know. (Actually, it was lost somewhere in

the admissions office for seven weeks, I found later. By the way, they lost the

$90 check too).

 

I asked her, “why would someone’s file be flagged because of a traffic

ticket”? Her answer sent chills up and down my spine.

 

“First of all”, she started, “we would need to see the disposition of the case,

the ticket itself, the date, the attorney’s report, and make sure it is not related

to a ‘Driving under the Influence’ charge. Then, we need to make sure if

there is any time served.  We need  all the counselors paperwork included,

make sure you paid all your fees associated with the ticket. We need to know if

there are any other charges associated with this ticket. We need to determine what

kind of threat someone would be to the University. This is a Federal Mandate!”

 

After I picked my jaw up from the ground, I asked one more question. I did

also ask how long the process would take.

 

She replied, “I will send an email to the Admissions Department, and have

them forward me your folder, then I will email you what we will need”.

 

FOUR days later I finally received my answer! She said in an email that they

needed every shred of paper involved in the incident, including a report

from all of the law enforcement agencies involved, and the Clerk of Court,

as to the disposition of the ticket.

 

I replied with an email asking her if this had any bearing for an online student

being accepted, and what this had to do with providing a positive learning

environment. An email that has gone unanswered to this day.

 

I did receive a generic email from the department that I was supposed to

be attending classes in. I called the department head whose name was on the

email, and I had a nice conversation her. She told me she had just taken

over three weeks before, and was trying to get the department organized. When

she learned what I had been told by “Melva”, I could hear in her voice that she

was totally stunned.

 

She regained her composure and said, “let me call a friend of mine

in the Chancellor’s office and let me find out if this is correct”.

 

She sent an email back to me that afternoon which stated that the

information given to me was incorrect. The only thing the University

needed was  a criminal background check, which is now required by

ALL students. I had no problem with a background check. But, opening

up myself to the kind of scrutiny by “Melva” was unnecessary, and

out of the question.

 

I did some checking that day.  Of the ten states that I checked.

only two states required criminal background checks on all college students

entering the State College system: North Carolina and Pennsylvania.

The Federal Mandate? No such thing!

 

The department head profusely apologized in the phone conversation

we had the next day. She made it a point to get all the correct information

regardless of the topic.

 

This episode ended well, but keep this in mind. Just because someone sounds like

they have an important position does not necessarily translate into having the

correct information. You might run into someone playing Probation Officer from

the Russian KGB. They might tell you (in my best Russian officer impersonation),

“Let me see your papers”.

  

Summer is almost over, and the season for camping out and eating

food cooked over the old campfires is quickly coming to a close with the

beginning of the school year. This morning my eyes popped open at three a.m.

for some strange reason, and my thoughts began to drift back to a time that

I have always considered really special, and fun memories from earlier in

my life. I know it  brought a smile to my face.

 

During this short time of my life I was living in Maryland, and I was

ten years old.  I had joined the Cub Scouts at nine years old, moved

up to what they call the “Webelo” scouts at the age of ten. (At age

eleven, you move up to the Boy Scouts). This group of kids were

special because we all got along, and we shared some really special

times together.  As I look back. I don’t remember one conflict between

any  of us (but I am sure there were somewhere in all that). We had

skills training sessions and weekly meetings, to prepare us for life and

for scouting events.

 

But, the events that I remember most about that time of my life

were the trips we took. There were three camping trips we took

to various Civil War sites. For most of you history buffs, you should

recognize these names: Harpers Ferry, West Virginia; Antietam Creek,

Maryland; Fredericksburg, Maryland; and Gettysburg, Pennsylvania.

To a ten year old they sound like really cool places!

 

But, these trips really didn’t have the same meaning to us as ten

year olds as they have today as adults. We were kids who were

sharing a number of trips together and having fun doing so. I will

never forget the scoutmaster either. If memory serves, his name

was Drexel England. Drexel England was a committed Scout Leader,

whose son was also in our troop. He was a heavy set man with a

receding hairline who knew what he was doing, and he enjoyed

doing it, he never stopped teaching.

 

The first camping trip we took was to Antietam, Maryland, where

for some strange reason we camped out at the bottom of the hill

and the Boy Scout troops camped out on the side of the hill.

The rain was unrelenting on Friday night, and a couple of the pup

tents were starting to take on water. We were sleeping three to

a pup tent, and I remember that the sleeping bags were resting

against the sides of the tent. When something rests against the

side of the tent, it leaks. And with a plastic tent, that starts

to allow seepage, and with then comes dampness and wet. It

rained so hard that half of the boy scout troops packed up and left

Saturday morning. We stayed on until Sunday, and had a great time

hiking around  completely oblivious as to the history of the area.

This was the first time I tried campfire style cooking, and I remember

thinking I could learn to like this! The Sun came out on Sunday morning,

better late than never.

 

The next trip I found that campfire style cooking was always great,

cooking in the clean, fresh air. I remember the rain that Saturday morning,

as the fog hung over the mountains around Harpers Ferry, like a blanket

as we camped in the one of the coves in the West Virginia Mountains.

The crisp mountain air and the aroma of bacon cooking over the campfire

was terrific .The rain coupling with the fog is very similar to the Mountains

of Western North Carolina. We stayed in an old empty cabin that weekend,

and slepton the floor in sleeping bags. I can tell you what happens to spaghetti

when a Webelo scout overcooks the noodles, it simply deteriorates!

The lesson learned from that experience, is that it is great to carry extra

noodles! I can remember us foraging from a quick running stream that yielded

a high number of salamanders and crawfish, while a light rain was falling. We

heard that stream during the evening, and slept peacefully all night.

 

The trip home from West Virginia on that Sunday morning was dreary,

dark, and rainy as we were all stuffed in the back of Mister England’s  Country

Squire station wagon. One of the boys said, “Hey, that looks real dark over

there”. We looked over to our left, and  looked through the rain. We peered

over off Interstate 495 to see a roof ripped the off the top of a grocery store.

All we  could see was debris flying. It was like seeing a lot of paper flying.

But, this was a whole roof! We weren’t scared, we thought it was fun. We did

not realize it was a tornado until after we arrived home. Afterward, I don’t

recall anyone saying a word. Wow! What a trip home!

 

I look back on those times with fondness, though I can’t remember any

of those boys names. But, I remember the places and the good times

we had. We weathered a few storms, literally. We didn’t care, we were ten

and having a blast!

 

How many times do you see someone’s garage or work area and seethis endless litany of tools? You walk into some of these garages, andyou see every tool hanging from its very own place on its very ownset; all on a nice, clean pegboard all on the same wall. The garage is clean enough to eat off the floor! Everything in its place, and a place for everything. It looks like a showroom for tools! 

Then, you look at garages or work areas like mine! Six tool boxes loadedwith every tool you can think of and all of them crammed into the boxes.I have four of them that have the little hasps that have broken off, so ifI tried to carry this thing anywhere I would run the risk of it emptying outall over the place. I have cases that carry other tools like the Power DrillI have. It is nice and neat in the box, along with almost every drill bit Iown! But, in my own defense, I have a couple of drill bit cases to keepthem nice and neat in the drill box. Hmm, I forgot to mention that I have about 50 screws of different sizes in there too. I wonder where they came from? I have another case for my circular saw. Since blades are just a little too big to be carried in there, the saw looks nice and neat in its very own case. 

Now, to the rescue…a new barn to put them all in! It came in at just under$2000, but I can add shelves to it to make it appear cleaner and storageefficient. Elly says it will never happen. I am going to prove her wrong by designing and building shelves to improve the storage space in the new barnto accommodate even my screws. A place for everything, and everything in its place. Just as soon as I can find my tape measure to measure the first piece of shelving material! All right, I will take that up when I can find the tape measure.

Let’s just paint it first to protect my investment, since it is made of wood,I think it is a good idea to protect it so it does not swell and turn into a mess.As I patted myself on the back for my knowledge and foresight, I began toplan this out. I planned for one person (me) to paint the entire shed’s exteriorin just over three hours per coat.  I did have the foresight to plan on adding a coat or two of primer to it since it is made of wood and siding material. That would lay the foundation for the two colors of paint that I would apply.  

As I started on this new project, I began to notice that the wood was very dryand the primer was being sucked into the wood, and I was using more primerthan I had originally planned on. By the time I was three quarters of the waythrough with coat number one, I had used BOTH cans of primer! I had put infour hours, and had only made it to almost three sides!  

An hour later I come home with ANOTHER gallon of primer, and I am ready to finish the job. I was already a bit steamed that my brilliant plan was not working out as planned. Six hours later, the first coat of primer was on the entire exterior of the barn. The three hours I figured to put on one coat, turned into six hours with two people! Elly came to help me out so I could finish in time for dinner. 

All three of the cats came over to inspect this new thing that was stunkto high heaven in paint. They turned up their noses one at a time and left.I do remember calling them a few choice names. 

Elly decided it would be a good idea to abandon this project and go inside and start dinner. In my infinite wisdom I told her to go ahead. I still regret that to this day because then I began by taking the brushes, rollers, towels along withanything else I may have used over to the water faucet so that I could begin the cleaning process. 

A word of warning….when using a water hose, make sure the hose isn’t kinkedwhen you turn it on. I saw it was kinked when nothing was coming out of thehouse (and of course I HAD to stick my face in front of the hose). Yes, youguessed it! I soaked my entire upper body. Then, I made the mistake of pointing it at a roller I had in my hand that was full of paint. 

 Do you remember how one of those little pinwheels work when the breeze hits it? It turns around and around…..just like that roller did! Paint flew everywhere!All the trouble I made on not getting paint all over me, went right out the window. I eventually got it all cleaned up. But, there is paint to this day on the heat pump, the side of the house, the bicycle, the lawn… (As printed by “The Guide” section of the “Mountaineeer” newspaper)

I received a new kitten for my birthday this past fall. Now, understand

that I am not a kitten lover, or at least I wasn’t until I received this one.

I am like a lot of guys out there, I am a dog lover. I roll on the floor with

them, run outside with them, play ball with them, run in the river with

them, etc.I found out early on, that cats are a little more finicky than

dogs. In fact, they don’t roll on the floor with you. They don’t chase

a ball at high speeds. They don’t really run outside with you. But,

they will chase absolutely everything else!

    Elly asked me what I was going to name this little ball of fur, and

I had given serious thought to the name of “Spike”. Four people told

me that you can’t name a kitten, “Spike”. And, so I fell in with the

crowd and instead named her “Socks”. Socks seemed like the next

logical choice because of her coloring. She has a gray coat, a few tan

stripes here and there, and white coloring on her feet. Thus, I named

her “Socks”. 

Over time she had learned every nook and cranny of the house.

She learned where every hiding space was, all in a very short period

of time.  Socks also learned how to squeeze under doors, so hiding

things like plants from her was a futile exercise. She also

learned that she could very easily antagonize all four of the dogs,

and both of the cats at once! She did it so proficiently that we called

her a “skutch”, (which is short for the Italian version of  

“skutch-amens”.  Which is basically translated into a “troublemaker

whether they try to or not”).

One other thing we found out about this little fur-ball, was that Socks

absolutely loved to grab the dogs by the nose with her entire body!

This was comical to watch the dogs shake her off, but did not stop

her from trying it again. Once she wrapped her entire body around

the front leg of one of the dogs. That was funny watching the dog

trying to walk with the kitten wrapped around their leg.

But, the one thing she seemed to do with little to no effort was

to get the dogs to chase her through the house, and up to one

of the recliners. Socks would sail under the front of the recliner,

and simply stroll very nonchalantly out the back side while the

dogs where all trying to find her at the front end of the recliner.

Not bad for a nine week old kitten. She made even the most

intelligent dogs look like total fools with little to no effort. 

One of our dogs is a Husky mix, with what I have no idea. She

is a black and tan, medium sized dog, and has a lot of thin

hair. Her name is Petra, and she apparently has some very

sharp parental instincts. She took the kitten under her care and

has cleaned her, and even picked her up by the nap of the

neck to drag the kitten around the house. My guess is she is

teaching the kitten how to be a dog. Consider this, she doesn’t

smell like a dog, and she doesn’t sound like a dog. Despite this,

both Socks and Petra get along very well and chase each other

for segments of the day. The other three really don’t want anything

to do with her.

Socks has also learned how to tell time. I wake up normally about

4 am to get ready for work. So, after about two weeks, she

was able to tell it is about time for “Daddy” to wake up. About 4 am,

I start getting pounced on by a twelve ounce kitten who is running

up and down my body in bed because it’s time for Daddy to wake

up and play! One thing I should have taught her, there is such a

thing as weekends!

Socks will storm through the house all night without any clue

that cats need to have stealth. I guess she will learn that when

she starts to hunt things like ants, chipmunks, and wilder-beasts.

I sure hope she learns how to clean them before she brings them

home, that would be an awful mess.

We took her to get spayed, because I couldn’t handle eight more

just like her flying around the house. That is the making of a

nervous breakdown. She made it through like the champion she is.

Well, Socks is six months old now, and not much has changed

since she started storming the ramparts of the house. She goes

outside with the other cats now, of which look after nervously.

She does like to go out when the sun it out. She has learned a little

about caution, and stalking.

Please let me offer this tip to you. If you have kittens and would like

hours of free entertainment, take lengths of yarn, and tie them to the

ends of your ceiling fan. Make them just long enough to reach the

floor. Tie up about four or five at a time, and turn the fan on low.

You may need to take a break from all the laughing you’re about

to do! I would recommend a beverage of choice also while you’re

watching!

    After all we went through with the dogs and the other two cats,

I should have named her “Spike”. And now Elly wants a goat?

Heaven help us!

Hi Everyone!

Well, we have a new President, and he has our prayers that he will be a good

President. The news media will be examining every breathe he takes for the

next two weeks  it appears.

We have a brand new show available, and the hits are firing up again since

New Years. Let’s all pray for a great 2009! Elly and I have had some greatfeedback on the last month or so, and we are thankful for those of you who

took the time to do so. It seems like the last pieces of the puzzle are finally

coming together to take this to the next level.

You can download the program at any of the following locations and our affliliates:

www.theothnetwork.com

http://onthehorizon.podomatic.com (You can also download 5 different shows here)

www.myspace.com/onthehorizonradioshow

This Weeks Music List

Loudlife -”Tomorrow’s Ground”

Brad Wilson - “Cool Running”

Spencer Durham Group - “Floodwater”

Scott Mosher - “Ghostland”

Glen Teeple - “Decided”

Michael George Band - “Too Good For Me”

Timepiece - “Thanks for the Dance”

Paul Tyner - “When I Faulter”

The Olympics - “Western Movies”

DAZZ - “Knockout”

Gypsy Bandwagon - “Theme from Gypsy Bandwagon”

Kelly Harper - “New Best Friend”

Breaks - James Kennedy - “Coronado”

             Chris Lastelle - “Dream of Miles”

             Kori Linae Carothers - “Airs”

             Bill Mays - “Bicks Bag”

Have a great week!

John Anderson
Host
The “On The Horizon” radio show
www.theothnetwork.com
www.wptlradio.com
john@theothnetwork.com

“The quality of a man’s life is in direct proportion to his commitment to excellence; regardless of his field or endeavor”

                                Vincent Lombardi, 1959

Good Morning Everyone!

Winter may not have left yet, but you can stay warm with this hot new playlist

featuring some new music debuting on this weeks show! Checkout this week’s

playlist, available now!

BattleCat - “Good Day”

Blood Red Sun - “Pray For Rain”

Doctor Fink - “Ecstacy”

Stone Black - “Worley Mountain”

Reverend Bob & the Darkness - “I Don’t Care”

Brad Yoder - “Everybody’s got a Record”

The Mimsies - “Vain Glory”

Vanja James - “Deal With The Devil”

Michael Bannerman - “October Sky”

Jerry Salas - “A Woman Like You”

Clare - “Listen”

Breaks - Pachek - “Special Moments”

             Seismic Anamoly - “Howl At The Moon”

             Stephen Peppos - “Bird of Paradise”

             Keyan Williams & the T.U.S.P. - “Jazz Cafe”

You can download the program at any of the following locations and our affliliates:

www.theothnetwork.com

http://onthehorizon.podomatic.com (You can also download 5 different shows here)

www.myspace.com/onthehorizonradioshow

Have a great week!

Always Courageous!

John Anderson
Host
The “On The Horizon” radio show
www.theothnetwork.com
www.wptlradio.com
john@theothnetwork.com

“The quality of a man’s life is in direct proportion to his commitment to excellence; regardless of his field or endeavor”

                                Vincent Lombardi, 1959

Hi Everyone!

I have brought in some new bands that I think you will enjoy, as well as some

old favorites. There are also plans to make some serious changes to the website,

but that is down the road a bit. Elly is chomping at the bit to make the changes.

There is also some ass out there who has spoofed my email account, and some

of you already know that these items originate from places like Asia, and there

is a new one from Poland out there now. So please be careful about opening

emails from what appears to be me. I have checked with the IP people, and they

have verified that I have not been hacked. Don’t ask me how they do it, because

I have no idea.

But, the important thing is that we have some great music out there, and I am

more than willing to share it on the program.

You can download the program at any of the following locations and our affliliates:

www.theothnetwork.com

http://onthehorizon.podomatic.com (You can also download 5 different shows here)

www.myspace.com/onthehorizonradioshow

This Weeks Music List

Ahmond - “A Boy You Once Knew”

Adam Lipinski - “Anyday”

Steep Hill - “Angel”

Shay Dillon - “Slippin’ Away”

Aaron LaFalce - “Changing My Ways”

Victoria & Zeta Five - “Say What”

Tripsitter - “California Sun”

[Commercial Band] - “Stuck In The Wonders”

Outgrabe - “We Like Angels Never Weep”

Jim Couchenour - “Come On Home”

Clarissa - “Then I Came Walkin’ In”

After The Order - “X”

Breaks - Antoine Wright - “Knight Drive”

             Mainstream South - “Remember the Band”

                                           ”Coon Dog Jam”

             Bobby Gray - “Little Sunflower”

Have a great week!

John Anderson
Host
The “On The Horizon” radio show
www.theothnetwork.com
john@theothnetwork.com

“The quality of a man’s life is in direct proportion to his commitment to excellence; regardless of his field or endeavor”

Hi Everyone!

I hope everyone enjoyed the Holidays! I have been finishing my

finals for school for the semester, and have neglected my duties

as newsletter writer (so you can all sue me for missing this

month lol). I am going to go ahead and give you the link to where

all the last five shows are in archive form. So, you can see who

has been played here over the last five weeks. Just click over to:

http://onthehorizon.podomatic.com/

We are already talking about what changes will be made to the

website here in the future, something easier to make changes

with and have much more up to date information.

Thank you for all the folks  who have been listening to the

program! You are the cutting edge folks listening to music that

you wont hear in too many other places.

If you have been listening through the holidays (and you can

catch up with the link I provided earlier), we have made a few

changes that I hope you will find entertaining. You will just have

to listen to find out what we did!

Have a Happy 2009 everyone!

John Anderson
Host
The “On The Horizon” radio show
www.theothnetwork.com
www.wptlradio.com
john@theothnetwork.com

“The quality of a man’s life is in direct proportion to his commitment to excellence; regardless of his field or endeavor”

                                Vincent Lombardi, 1959

The “Average White Guitar Player” or “AWGP” for short,
has masterminded a new movie project that features
yours truly. He has somehow added the “Resident SOB”,
as a news correspondant, AWGP as a Police Captain,
and me as some kind of Rambo! I thought it was fricken
hilarious, and really makes me sound like some kind of
“over-the-edge” cop! OK, OK….maybe I am a bit over
the edge…but its funny as hell! Take a look at the
link below….and sit back with your popcorn and
beverage of choice…NICE JOB AWGP!

http://www.jibjab.com/starring_you/receipt/2836359

Have a great holiday season!

John