This made me laugh!

Joinging the mile high club

LMFAO!!!

On the way back home... I guess

So here we are on a plane again. This time going back to Chicago. I would almost want to say going back home to Chicago, but this is hard to do. After visiting my real home in Moscow for only a week it was/is very sad to leave. The apartment where I was born is actually much smaller than I remember, but it is very difficult to describe how great it was to be back there. All in all, a very busy week of visiting with family and friends... but especially after seeing the friends I've left behind and their circle/group of friends... I never realized how much I've missed it. I can see how people can come here and marry a girl There are so many beautiful people (girls) here... in all respects: mind, body, and spirit.

When I flew in, it was raining... or rather drizzling outside. Everything was grey. A bit disappointed, because I was told things were very dull and ugly there now; when i left everything seemed so lively. When we left the the airport, Onyx apologized about a million times about everything being so dirty... and muddy... and everything else. I was pretty tired, and in any matter i was just really excited about being back home. After being gone for 16 years, it felt strange, but very comforting at the same time. We drove back to the house... this is the same house that I was born in. Onyx bought our apartment from us when we moved to the US, and now his dad lived there. He lived one floor above us. I had the use of my old home (almost entirely to myself, as his dad was in the hospital most of the time) almost he entire week. By the time we were getting closer to home (close to an hour drive) I started recognizing the different buildings and streets.

I will cut out most of what happened in between by saying that I ran around like crazy trying to see all of my family and friends. I loved seeing my cousin and niece... my aunt, grandmother, and all of the friends that live there. Most of the people were worried about me being "taken in" by the authorities… but I managed to stay away from any of the international incidents ;)

We drank a ton of German beer, and Russian vodka. A great combination. Russia is not lacking anything. There are tons of stores, product, electronics, food, and anything/everything else someone can want. Lots of things are expensive... but most of the people can afford to live a pleasant life. I felt so welcomed by everyone, that I honestly have the urge to move back. The prodigal son returns :) I am so glad I haven't forgotten Russian. I am still fluent in conversational... even though with a little accent... and that was great. I ran out of Trojans and had to move to Lifestyles... Jz would be proud ;)

Maybe it is just that I've spoken in Russian a lot over the last few days... but I can't really find the words that can describe how I feel. I had a great time... and I already want to go back.

I will post pictures as soon as I get my gallery set-up

Not sure what the hell this is, but maybe I was drunk?!?

We move in circles, but so does life.

The point is to try and expand life's circles as much as one possible can. If expanded enough, these circles will blend and bring all of us into one life, one reality.

Everyone has choices, everyone experiences, but if we all learn from our own mistakes, why can't we use those experiences... and help others not make them.

Together as one.

Can't resist. - Zero Gravity

When NASA first started sending up astronauts, they quickly discovered that ball-point pens would not work in zero gravity. To combat this problem, NASA scientists spent a decade and $12 billion developing a pen that writes in zero gravity, upside-down, on almost any surface including glass and at temperatures ranging from below freezing to over 300 C.

The Russians used a pencil.

Your taxes are due again--enjoy paying them.

A380 Pictures

A buddy of mine sent me some pictures of the new Airbus plane, the A380.... Check out the pictures here.

A nice weekend

So another nice weekend, I guess the gods smiled on me after screwing me on Friday.

Seems like it will be a busy Saturday. Go run errands, then to the office to drop off some expense reports. On the way home a buddy calls to come out play some Tee, and have some drinks. Downtown, here I come. Taught him all about Jager bombs... and he was a very good st00dent. A few bombs later, my game seems to be improving, as his is declining :) From there I am invited to dinner. Steel cooks great ribs. And this is no different. Have some beers, hang out bs about life... and about 1am rolls around. I am about a block away from Arkadesh, and might as well visit my future ex-wife. Get there, the place is PACKED!!!! I've never seen it this crowded. Some excelent eye candy. After a few drinks, and some new friends... it was time to dance. Man, I am getting to love arabic music... turkish... a bit of greek... just a great time. So then Haz comes out and does her belly-dancing set. Great as usual. She leaves, and I hang out for some more drinks at the bar. Then someone calls me over, and tucks on my shirt... nice, it's Haz. So we spend the next hour or so talking about all sorts of crazy stuff. jobs, life, making fun of people... which I am very good at for some reason ;) So around 3:30 a little tustle starts up, and the owners says that it's time for everyone to go. At this point I ask her how often she gets proposed to in a night, she laughs and says often, but she never follows through. She says that I seem a bit different, and that I should give her my number. 0ver is only too happy to comply. I much rather give numbers than get them, less work :) but hopefully this one follows through. There seems to be a lot of potential... if you only see the stuff she can do laying on the floor... yummy.

Stuck in Nebraska

Welcome to my world?

YES ASSHOLES, WELCOME!!!

So I am writing this from a bar in the Lincoln, Nebraska airport... LNK for short.

Let's talk about this place.
4 gates.
2 security checkpoints
at least 7 TSAs at each check point
5 car rental counters
2 airline counters
you guessed it, 2 airlines
5 possible destinations
price of 24 hour parking $4, extended stay is about $2
From one end to the other... I would guess about 100 yards... give or take 25
1 bar/sandwich shop
1 gift shop
about 15 cops
another 15 or so TSAs (not counting those at the security gates)

They do however have internet access... wireless... high speed... and it is 3.95 per hour, 4.95 for 2, and 7.95 for 24 hours... I splurged, since I'm here for 4.

So, let's get back to the issue at hand... Why am I here? because I'm a slave to the man, and this is my second week here. Why am I still here? because I missed my flight. Why did I miss my flight? a few reasons... in order of occurance:
1. My boss and my customer's conference call went long... so I left the office at 2:10 instead of 2. (2:47 flight). While driving to drop off my rental (yes, you just leave it in the lot, write the milage, and the stall number... and go) I was driving a bit fast through the airport.... it is about 200 meters long, and about half way through, one of the 20 cops jumps out, and starts yelling at me. "If you weren't on your phone you would have seen the 25 MPH sign right there" he points... yes, I can see it in my rear-view mirror... "Yes office, I am sorry" (I was sober).
So I return my keys, they print me a reciept... I hear an announcement saying there is 5 minutes left... I am already checked in... no problem... I go to the gate, show my boarding pass... I put all my crap down... shoes, belt, gun... you know, the usual things you have with you at the airport.

One of the guys is nice enough to run over to the gate to tell them to wait. Then he comes back, and proceeds to notice that I have about a dozen lighters. WHAT???? Now you may be wondering why I would have a dozen lighters... I have no clue. I have about 2 or 3 on me at all times. I think I've traveled with more, but maybe no more than 4. Why would someone need more than 4??? absolutely no reason. Why do I have a dozen? Well I have 3 in my bag... 1 in the tray, and two in the bag to make sure that I have a spare. the other "few?" Well, they are in the bag with my smoke... $20/ carton here, $55 in Chicago. I got 5 cartons... the guy at the store was nice enough to give me about 9-10 more... They are at the bottom of the bag with the smokes... had no idea they were there... well they proceed to go through all of my bags, every piece of dirty laundry... at least they are thorough. But now my plane is also gone.
Next flight in 4 hours.
I think I'll have a drink. or 20.

Have a great evening.

As a favor

So a friend of mine is very bored right now; and I'd do anything for a dame... well almost, but writing a little something is the least I can do.

So I guess I will start by talking about last weekend. Had a fun conversation with a friend on the cab ride home from the airport... made me miss her. So I asked her to go out that evening... work... can't get off early... plans with friends afterwards. Few hours later I am meeting her ;) However, something is different than the usual. This girl kept her distance. We've never dated, fuct, or otherwise... but we've always been able to flirt like crazy. Some people actually thought we were either dating, engaged, or in the least are the best form of f_ck buddies. Well, this evening is different. Won't hold my hand, staying away... something about being a good girl from now on. ARE YOU KIDDING ME. So the evening looks bleak from the start. We get to Whiskey Blue (her idea), and of course the host suggest "makeout corner." Why would anyone gess anything different than anyone else... a romantic get-away for two lovers. Well, again, she won't even sit even close. Oh well, let's get down to business, window shopping. The only one worth looking at is our waitress. A bit of a goth looking girl, but I am thinking maybe just part of the uniform. Pretty tiny, and not just the girl, the outfit as well. Thinking if the evening goes south any further, I may jump ship... well, this is an idea until she refuses to serve me what I want... Vodka, lots and lots of Vodka. She can only serve "singles on the rocks" which is much small of a dose. Well, this pissed me off, of course, but at least the evening with the girl warmed up. We were at least able to talk, and even though a few things that were said were not fun, at least it was real. In any case, I just realized that everything here is nothing worth reading.

So, on to the next evening.

Saturday night... I remembered that I promised some friends that I would go out with them. I guess I must have been a bit drunk the night before :) So anyway, I realize this 15 minutes before I was supposed to meet them. So I told a few people that I would be right back, and went home to change. When I got back, everyone was gone. This does not make 0ver happy. I call them and find out where they are. I get there, and it is a meat market bar. I usually hate these places, but when you want to f_ck, you can st00p a bit lower. So I hang out, have some drinks... baby-sit some of my drunk friends, and dance with some nasty pigs. I love it when a girl tells you that she has a boyfriend, but that she wants you to call her. That is honestly one of the best things you want to hear. It means she's a wh0re, and that means you have to respect her, no connections, just s3x. I did get bored a bit, and after seeing most of the people I was with either leave drunk, or being caried out drunk, I decide to tie one on too. I guess I've met one of the shot-girls at this place... and she's a cutey, and I am a sucker for little girls :). So I buy her full tray of Jaeger Bombs... of course under the pretence that she hangs out and helps me finish it. So we do this, and it is almost closing time... I ask for her number, and she says "I have a boyfriend, but yeah, here's my number... call me." :) Man, I love women.

Nothing much more to talk about, a nice time home. Sunday, someone acused me of being a mafia guy... what was I supposed to do but play the part to my best. I love this country!

Hope this helps some of your boredom needs.

Not a bad day.

So, I got to leave the client a bit early, and got home before 6... which is good considering that even when I'm in town that is the earliest I get home.
Got some new soft that is pretty nice, so that is a plus.
Got my new FOID (Firearm Owner's ID) in the mail... another plus
Remebered that I had a cold 32oz of Heiniken in the fridge... good thing, yet again.
Had some Macanudos arive, and they are just right for smoking (lit one as I'm writing)... another good thing.
Increase of credit line on one of my cards... take it or leave it.
Check from insurance company... nice spending money for the weekend :)
$3500 credit card bill... not the best, but when you're big time... you go out big time.
Notice from Fidelity investments, that my $13000+ check should arrive in a couple of days, that is a nice piece of change.
So, all in all, guns, beer, cigars, money... all I need now is some head, gimmi a little time ;)