Cowboy Cassanova's blog: "General Stuff"

Friends, Family, and everyone else: This has been been a 2 year search, and I have narrowed it to the final 5 ladies that I think are just the most beautiful out there. I would hope that you would agree and show them much love! I know any of these 5 ladies I would be proud to call mine! So here they are, and ladies thank you for putting a smile on my face daily! ~♥Sweetamyinny♥~ Greeter @ Club Legacy

@ fubar ♥ Blue ♥

@ fubar ~Redqueenbbw~

@ fubar ~Simply Laura

@ fubar Miss ♥ Ashley ♥FUMARRIED TO MATT AKA H♥Owner @ Southern Charm..C/O of the Techno

@ fubar Ladies, thank you! Doc

Greetings all, As things go, I am progressing slowly, my pain is getting worse, but I guess that's all with time. My foot is now casted, I have a cast on, and I hate every minute of it. My foot is still bruising, that's normal I guess, my foot hurts all the time, my knee is killing me, it hurts, I can't sleep at night because of it, I can't even lay it flat. So in essence yes I am broken. This just sucks, I have to admit that I am broken, that never happens. The past few days have been really rough, trying to avoid things that might hurt, or place a greater strain on things already hurting. A hot bath usually does the trick, I don't even feel like stayin in to enjoy it after I'm done. I guess it all just sucks. I can't sleep, I have been up since 0300 at least more like 0230. I can't sleep, I toss and I turn I can't get comfortable, I can't get anything. I guess we all get broken, and I am broken. I just need a decent and caring woman here to take care of me, and make me feel better. I haven't been able to work, I am majorly depressed, I can't drive, I can't do anything. I hate feeling helpless but that's what I am, I can do some things on my own, but not everything. Well Just an update on how things are going, I should go, so y'all have a great one. Matt

Ladies, and Gents. On December 5th of this year, I broke my foot in five places. I was just walking around the house, and I heard a snap, my knee buckled, and fat man hit the floor. I honestly thought I'd broken my tib or fib by the way it sounded. When I looked down, holy hell, my foot was like the size of a soft ball and a half. After the shock wore off, I called dad, and he called the Ambo and they took me to the hospital. On the way to the hospital I was in so much pain. I was screaming, and cussing. The paramedic gave me 50mg of Demorol, and then another 25mg. They had to cut me out of my socks, boxers and such. I laid in the ER while they were trying to figure out what to do, they gave me something, and boom I was out. I don't remember a damn thing. Mom and dad said I was very combative, and I have no idea. I remember laying in the ER, and that was it. I woke up in another room, and my family was there. I still hurt like a son of a bitch, but they hooked me up to a pain pump....YUCKIE, I'd rather had the shots or the pills. I remember going to surgery, seeing my doc, and that was it, boom! next thing I know I was in a whole new bed, a new room, and I hurt like fucking hell. I could hit the pain pump once every 8 minutes. I finally had enough, so the pain was getting worse, so I asked the nurse for a lil something more, and that put me out. I stayed in a daze for 4 days. I was able to hit my pain pump, I woke up long enough to look around, maybe drink something, and I was back out again. I didn't eat much, so that wasn't a problem. When I finally came around. That was when I actually found out what happened. I ended up breaking my foot in 5 different places. There's a name for it, I just don't remember it. The Doctor said that it's more like what they'd see in a horse rider, as far as the break. They had to put 8 screws and pins in to stabilize the bones so they will grow, and after they heal, I have to go back and have the surgery to remove them, because if not, I'd end up breaking the bones again because they were growing and healing. Needless to say I have spent a week in the hospital hoping that this heals right. I must relearn to walk again, and do the basics without a cast, or anything else. It's going to be a long and hard road to do anything. I can't put any weight on it at this point, if I do, it might break it. I am in a splint which will come off Friday. My foot after surgery was so swollen, it actually pushed, and cut into the splint. My foot is still bruised, and is healing okay. I"ll let ya know more on friday. My next subject is Acute Kidney failure. I had no idea that I was in acute renal failure. The medicine that the doc gave me, combined, and raised hormone levels that almost killed my kidneys. I am very lucky to be here and not anyplace else. They were watching that along with my progression with walking, and such. I'm not going to lie, it's hard work, and it sucks. I have never felt so helpless in my entire life. I have to have other people take care of me, and I don't want that. But my parents are doing a great job, then again I have no choice until I can get up and walk around. That should be in a few weeks, which is fine with me, I have no problems in rushing this, I want it to heal correctly with no problems. It sucked staying in the hospital alone, being there alone after everyone went home. I honestly wished I'd had someone just to be there. But I guess you live and you learn. Alls well that ends well. Matt

This came to me by wat of a good friend of mine WolfEagle1499, (I suggest you pay him a visit and read his blogs.) However, it is just another way to show that we all stick together. It is a kick ass story, and I also left the links to the orginial poster at the bottom! Enjoy, I know I did!! When I was stationed in Camp Pendleton (83), we had a wet down at the beach club. A fine wet down it was! When it was over, I got in my vehicle and headed out the Onofre Gate and headed towards Oceanside on the highway. For those who never been there, the drive from Onofre Gate and Oceanside is quite a distance and is nothing but highway. The only exit in between the two is the Pulgas Gate. While I was driving, I realized I should not have been. I pulled off the hwy and proceeded to the Pulgas Gate. My plan was this, park before the gate, walk up to the gate guard, and call my Gunny to get me. (That is general order #14...call the Gunny when in need). So I park, walk up to the guard and request permission to use the phone. Keep in mind I'm a grunt and dealing with a MCB Marine. I was in Charlies with about 4 rows of fruit salad and only a Cpl. The Sgt informs me to stand by while he gets permission for me to use a land line. The next thing I know is an MP car pulls up, puts cuffs on me, spend the night in lock up (on base) and issued a summons for DUI. When the court date arrives, I am standing before a Lt Col. (judge) (former ground pounder) for the hearing. He inquires about the night in question. I inform the judge, that I made a poor decision for driving after the wet down and upon realizing this mistake I took immediate action. I pulled in front of the Pulgas Gate to call my Company Gunny. If one of his Marines were in need we are to call for assistance, day or night. He then asked what happened next. I told him the gate Sgt would not let me use his land line and put me in a squad car. I'll never forget his immortal words "Cpl...granted you should have not been driving, but you did what you are trained to do....look to your fellow Marine when in need....unfortunately the gate Sgt did not understand this and for that I apologize. Marines have always and will always take care of their own... You are dismissed and on the way out tell that Sgt that I would like to see him!" Some of us have forgotten how to take care of our fellow Marines. The above story has stuck with me ever since and applied. When I know that I am dealing with a Marine, past or present, they get that extra special attention and anything I can do, till the day that I meet sky 6, I will. The Marine Corps has taught us a lot of things but the one thing that is ingrained is how we take care of our own. Semper Fi CJ Sotomayor USMC 79 - 92 (repost of original by 'Proud Military Dad' on '2007-07-19 04:41:46') (repost of original by 'gryphon~~ Proud Military Mom~~' on '2007-07-20 20:28:42')

What's Your Southern Sign? OKRA (Dec 22 - Jan 20) Although you appear crude, you are actually very slick on the inside. Okras have tremendous influence. An older Okra can look back over his life and see the seeds of his influence everywhere. Stay away from Moon Pies. CHITLIN (Jan 21 - Feb 19) Chitlins come from humble backgrounds. A chitlin, however, can make something of himself if he's motivated and has lots of seasoning. In dealing with Chitlins, be careful! They can erupt like Mount Vesuvius. Chitlins are best with Catfish and Okra. BOLL WEEVIL (Feb 20 - Mar 20) You have an overwhelming curiosity. You're unsatisfied with the surface of things, and you feel the need to bore deep into the interior of everything. Needless to say, you are very intense and driven as if you had some inner hunger. Nobody in their right mind is going to marry you, so don't worry about it. MOON PIE (Mar 21 - April 20) You're the type that spends a lot of time on the front porch. It's a cinch to recognize the physical appearance of Moon Pies. Big and round are the key words here. You should marry anybody who you can get remotely interested in the idea. It's not going to be easy. This might be the year to think about aerobics. Maybe not. POSSUM (APR 21 - May 21) When confronted with life's difficulties, 'possums have a marked Tendency to withdraw and develop a don't-bother-me-about-it attitude. Sometimes you become so withdrawn, people actually think you're dead. This strategy is probably not psychologically healthy, but seems to work for you. One day, however, it won't work and you may find your problems actually running you over. CRAWFISH (May 22 - June 21) Crawfish is a water sign. If you work in an office, you're always hanging around the water cooler. Crawfish prefer the beach to the mountains, the pool to the golf course, the bathtub to the living room. You tend to be not particularly attractive physically, but you have very, very good heads. COLLARDS (June 22 - July 23) Collards have a genius for communication. They love to get in the "melting pot" of life and share their essence with the essence of those around them. Collards make good social workers, psychologists, and baseball managers. As far as your personal life goes, if you are Collards, stay away from Moon Pies. It just won't work. Save yourself a lot of heartache. CATFISH (July 24 - Aug 23) Catfish are traditionalists in matters of the heart, although one's whiskers may cause problems for loved ones. You catfish are never easy people to understand. You prefer the muddy bottoms to the clear surface of life. Above all else, Catfish should stay away from Moon Pies. GRITS (Aug 24 - Sept 23) Your highest aim is to be with others like yourself. You like to huddle together with a big crowd of other Grits. You love to travel though, so maybe you should think about joining a club. Where do you like to go? Anywhere they have cheese or gravy or bacon or butter or eggs. If you can go somewhere where they have all these things, that serves you well. BOILED PEANUTS (Sept 24 - Oct 23) You have a passionate desire to help your fellow man. Unfortunately, those who know you best, your friends and loved ones- may find that your personality is much too salty, and their criticism will probably affect you deeply because you are really much softer than you appear. You should go right ahead and marry anybody you want to because in a certain way, yours is a charmed life. On the road of life, you can be sure that people will always pull over and stop for you. BUTTER BEAN (October 24 - Nov 22) Always invite a Butter Bean because Butter Beans get along well with everybody. You, as a Butter Bean, should be proud. You've grown on the vine of life and you feel at home no matter what the setting. You can sit next to anybody. However, you, too, shouldn't have anything to do with Moon Pies. ARMADILLO (Nov 23 - Dec 21) You have a tendency to develop a tough exterior, but you are actually quite gentle. A good evening for you? Old friends, a fire, some roots, fruit, worms and insects. You are a throwback. You're not concerned with today's fashions and trends. You're not concerned with anything about today. You're really almost prehistoric in your interests and Behavior patterns. You probably want to marry another Armadillo, but Possum is another somewhat kinky, mating possibility

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This is long but worth the read!! AFTER A FEW OF THE USUAL SUNDAY EVENING HYMNS, THE CHURCH'S PASTOR SLOWLY STOOD UP, WALKED OVER TO THE PULPIT AND, BEFORE HE GAVE HIS SERMON FOR THE EVENING, BRIEFLY INTRODUCED A GUEST MINISTER WHO WAS IN THESERVICE THAT EVENING. IN THE INTRODUCTION, THE PASTOR TOLD THE CONGREGATION THAT THE GUEST MINISTER WAS ONE OF HIS DEAREST CHILDHOOD FRIENDS AND THAT HE WANTED HIM TO HAVE A FEW MOMENTS TO GREET THE CHURCH AND SHARE WHATEVER HE FELT WOULD BE APPROPRIATE FOR THE SERVICE. WITH THAT, AN ELDERLY MAN STEPPED UP TO THE PULPIT AND BEGAN TO SPEAK. "A FATHER, HIS SON, AND A FRIEND OF HIS SON WERE SAILING OFF THE PACIFIC COAST," HE BEGAN, "WHEN A FAST APPROACHING STORM BLOCKED ANY ATTEMPT TO GET BACK TO THE SHORE. THE WAVES WERE SO HIGH, THAT EVEN THOUGH THE FATHER AS AN EXPERIENCED SAILOR, HE COULD NOT KEEP THE BOAT UPRIGHT AND THE THREE WERE SWEPT INTO THE OCEAN AS THE BOAT CAPSIZED."THE OLD MAN HESITATED FOR A MOMENT, MAKING EYE CONTACT WITH TWOTEENAGERS WHO WERE, FOR THE FIRST TIME SINCE THE SERVICE BEGAN, LOOKING SOMEWHAT INTERESTED IN HIS STORY. THE AGED MINISTERCONTINUED WITH HIS STORY, "GRABBING A RESCUE LINE, THE FATHER HAD TO MAKE THE MOST EXCRUCIATING DECISION OF HIS LIFE: TO WHICH BOY HE WOULD THROW THE OTHER END OF THE LIFE LINE. HE ONLY HAD SECONDS TO MAKE THE DECISION. THE FATHER KNEW THAT HIS SON WAS A CHRISTIAN AND HE ALSO KNEW THAT HIS SON'S FRIEND WAS NOT. THE AGONY OF HIS DECISION COULD NOT BE MATCHED BY THE TORRENT OF WAVES. "AS THE FATHER YELLED OUT, 'I LOVE YOU, SON!' HE THREW OUT THE LIFE LINE TO HIS SON'S FRIEND. BY THE TIME THE FATHER HAD PULLED THE FRIEND BACK TO THE CAPSIZED BOAT, HIS SON HAD DISAPPEARED BENEATH THE RAGING SWELLS INTO THE BLACK OF NIGHT. HIS BODY WAS NEVER RECOVERED." BY THIS TIME, THE TWO TEENAGERS WERE SITTING UP STRAIGHT IN THE PEW, ANXIOUSLY WAITING FOR THE NEXT WORDS TO COME OUT OF THE OLD MINISTER'S MOUTH. "THE FATHER," HE CONTINUED, "KNEW HIS SON WOULD STEP INTO ETERNITY WITH JESUS AND HE COULD NOT BEAR THE THOUGHT OF HIS SON'S FRIEND STEPPING INTO AN ETERNITY WITHOUT JESUS. THEREFORE, HE SACRIFICED HIS SON TO SAVE THE SON'S FRIEND. HOW GREAT IS THE LOVE OF GOD THAT HE SHOULD DO THE SAME FOR US. OUR HEAVENLY FATHER SACRIFICED HIS ONLY BEGOTTEN SON THAT WE COULD BE SAVED. I URGE YOU TO ACCEPT HIS OFFER TO RESCUE YOU AND TAKE A HOLD OF THE LIFE LINE HE IS THROWING OUT TO YOU IN THIS SERVICE." WITH THAT, THE OLD MAN TURNED AND SAT BACK DOWN IN HIS CHAIR AS SILENCE FILLED THE ROOM. THE PASTOR AGAIN WALKED SLOWLY TO THE PULPIT AND DELIVERED A BRIEF SERMON WITH AN INVITATION AT THE END. HOWEVER, NO ONE RESPONDED TO THE APPEAL. WITHIN MINUTES AFTER THE SERVICE ENDED, THE TWO TEENAGERS WERE AT THE OLD MAN'S SIDE. "THAT WAS A NICE STORY," POLITELY STATED ONE OF THE BOYS, "BUT I DON'T THINK IT WAS VERY REALISTIC FOR A FATHER TO GIVE UP HIS ONLY SON'S LIFE IN HOPES THAT THE OTHER BOY WOULD BECOME A CHRISTIAN." "WELL, YOU'VE GOT A POINT THERE," THE OLD MAN REPLIED,GLANCING DOWN AT HIS WORN BIBLE. A BIG SMILE BROADENED HIS NARROW FACE, HE ONCE AGAIN LOOKED UP AT THE BOYS AND SAID, "IT SURE ISN'T VERY REALISTIC, IS IT? BUT I'M STANDING HERE TODAY TO TELL YOU THAT STORY GIVES ME A GLIMPSE OF WHAT IT MUST HAVE BEEN LIKE FOR GOD TO GIVE UP HIS SON FOR ME. YOU SEE --- I WAS THAT FATHER AND YOUR PASTOR IS MY SON'S FRIEND."

SANTA & THE SOLDIER T’WAS THE NIGHT BEFORE CHRISTMAS, HE LIVED ALL ALONE, IN A ONE BEDROOM HOUSE MADE OF PLASTER AND STONE. I HAD COME DOWN THE CHIMNEY WITH PRESENTS TO GIVE, AND TO SEE JUST WHO IN THIS HOME DID LIVE. I LOOKED ALL ABOUT, A STRANGE SIGHT I DID SEE, NO TINSEL, NO PRESENTS, NOT EVEN A TREE. NO STOCKING BY MANTLE, JUST BOOTS FILLED WITH SAND, ON THE WALL HUNG PICTURES OF FAR DISTANT LANDS. WITH MEDALS AND BADGES, AWARDS OF ALL KINDS, A SOBER THOUGHT CAME THROUGH MY MIND. FOR THIS HOUSE WAS DIFFERENT, IT WAS DARK AND DREARY, I FOUND THE HOME OF A SOLDIER, ONCE I COULD SEE CLEARLY. THE SOLDIER LAY SLEEPING, SILENT, ALONE, CURLED UP ON THE FLOOR IN THIS ONE BEDROOM HOME. THE FACE WAS SO GENTLE, THE ROOM IN SUCH DISORDER, NOT HOW I PICTURED A UNITED STATES SOLDIER. WAS THIS THE HERO OF WHOM I'D JUST READ? CURLED UP ON A PONCHO, THE FLOOR FOR A BED? I REALIZED THE FAMILIES THAT I SAW THIS NIGHT, OWED THEIR LIVES TO THESE SOLDIERS WHO WERE WILLING TO FIGHT. SOON ROUND THE WORLD, THE CHILDREN WOULD PLAY, AND GROWNUPS WOULD CELEBRATE A BRIGHT CHRISTMAS DAY. THEY ALL ENJOYED FREEDOM EACH MONTH OF THE YEAR, BECAUSE OF THE SOLDIERS, LIKE THE ONE LYING HERE. I COULDN'T HELP WONDER HOW MANY LAY ALONE, ON A COLD CHRISTMAS EVE IN A LAND FAR FROMHOME. THE VERY THOUGHT BROUGHT A TEAR TO MY EYE, I DROPPED TO MY KNEES AND STARTED TO CRY. THE SOLDIER AWAKENED AND I HEARD A ROUGH VOICE, "SANTA DON'T CRY, THIS LIFE IS MY CHOICE; I FIGHT FOR FREEDOM, I DON'T ASK FOR MORE, MY LIFE IS MY GOD, MY COUNTRY, MY CORPS." THE SOLDIER ROLLED OVER AND DRIFTED TO SLEEP, I COULDN'T CONTROL IT, I CONTINUED TO WEEP. I KEPT WATCH FOR HOURS, SO SILENT AND STILL AND WE BOTH SHIVERED FROM THE COLD NIGHT'S CHILL. I DIDN'T WANT TO LEAVE ON THAT COLD, DARK, NIGHT, THIS GUARDIAN OF HONOR SO WILLING TO FIGHT. THEN THE SOLDIER ROLLED OVER, WITH A VOICE SOFT AND PURE, WHISPERED, "CARRY ON SANTA, IT'S CHRISTMAS DAY, ALL IS SECURE." ONE LOOK AT MY WATCH, AND I KNEW HE WAS RIGHT. "MERRY CHRISTMAS MY FRIEND, AND TO ALL A GOOD NIGHT." This poem was written by a Marine stationed in Okinawa Japan. The following is his request. I think it is reasonable..... PLEASE. Would you do me the kind favor of sending this to as many people as you can? Christmas will be coming soon and some credit is due to our U.S. service men and women for our being able to celebrate these festivities. Let's try in this small way to pay a tiny bit of what we owe. Make people stop and think of our heroes, living and dead, who sacrificed themselves for us. Please, do your small part to plant this small seed.

This actually IS true! It was in the local newspaper and even Jay Leno mentioned it on the Tonight Show. This is a true story about a recent wedding that took place at Clemson University: It was a huge wedding with about 300 guests. After the wedding, at the reception, the groom got up on stage at the microphone to talk to the crowd. He said that he wanted to thank everyone for coming, many from long distances, to support them at their wedding. He especially wanted to thank the bride's and groom's families for coming and to thank his new father-in-law for providing such a fabulous reception. To thank everyone for coming and bringing gifts and everything, he said he wanted to give everyone a special gift just from him. So taped to the bottom of everyone's chair was a manila envelope, including the wedding party. He said that this was his gift to everyone, and told everyone to open the envelopes......... Inside each manila envelope was an 8x10 picture of his best man having sex............. with the bride. He had gotten suspicious of the two of them and hired a private detective to trail them weeks prior to the wedding. After he stood there and watched the people's reactions for a couple of minutes, he turned to the best man and said, "F--- you!"......... He turned to his bride and said, "F--- you!", and then he turned to the dumbfounded crowd and said,......... "I'm out of here." He had the marriage annulled first thing that Monday morning. While most of us would have broken off the engagement immediately after finding out about the affair, this guy goes through with it anyway, as if nothing was wrong. His revenge: Making the bride's parents pay over $32,000 for 300 guests for a wedding and reception. Letting everyone know exactly what did happen. And best of all, trashing the bride's and best man's reputations in front of all of their friends and their entire families. This guy has balls the size of church bells. Do you think we might see one of those MasterCard "Priceless" commercials out of this? Elegant wedding for 300 family and guests.... $32,000 Photographers for the wedding .... $3,000 Deluxe Honeymoon accommodations in Maui for 2 weeks.... $8,500 The look on everyone's faces after seeing a photo of the Bride and Best Man having sex .............Priceless!

PARTNERS Side by side we race through the night, With blaring siren and flashing lights. A life’s at stake, a precious soul; Perhaps too late, or beyond our control. Times like this have come before, Never quite knowing what’s in store. When we arrive, our actions are as one; No thoughts need be spoken, just simply done. To soothe a child’s cry, to ease the pain; Knowing times like this will come again. Though it’s done many days a week; The bond between us is quite unique. Different than that of man and wife, For we can say we’ve saved a life. To some it may just seem routine; The things we’ve done, the sight’s we’ve seen. But you and I know it’s changed our hearts, The ways we’ve seen lives torn apart. And seen life begin new and fresh; All the while praying we’ve done our best. Some day another will take our place; A youthful still unknowing face. But never will time cloud my view, Of all the things I’ve shared with you… For we are partners…