Tired...

=Sometimes I wonder what the purpose is in life.

If life goes according to the best of

circumstances, then you will end up working at a

job you enjoy, maybe raising a family. Your kids

will be healthy and grow up to make you proud. By

the time you stop working you and possibly your

spouse will begin to realize how joyous time was

when you were young and how you've dwindled all

of it away. Ideally, you will die at an old age

peacefully and without suffering. You left a

legacy of kids and maybe grand kids, but will

they do anything different than you? Will they

have more of a purpose? That is the ideal life.

Everything would have gone right. Reality sinks

in. Life wasn't that perfect, you just chose to

remember the good parts. You're tired. Maybe

rest is a good thing. Till death do us part. Will

they remember you?

Whiskey in a Jar

I had a very nasty experience today.

I had a protein milkshake that was supposedly chocolate. Well, I was too lazy to find a blender, so I ended up chewing this milkshake. I think its the worst breakfast I ever had, but regardless I had a lot of protein this morning.

This song is called whiskey in a jar, I dunno who first performed it - -but I know metallica did a cover.

Enjoy.




As I was going over the Cork and Kerry Mountains
I saw Captain Farrell and his money he was countin'
I first produced my pistol and then produced my rapier
I said "Stand and deliver or the devil he may take ya"
I took all of his money and it was a pretty penny
I took all of his money yeah and I brought it home to Molly
She swore that she loved me no never would she leave me
But the devil take that woman, yeah, for you know she tricked me easy
Musha rain dum-a-doo dum-a-da
Whack for my daddy-o
Whack for my daddy-o
There's whiskey in the jar-o
Being drunk and weary I went to Molly's chamber
Takin' my Molly with me, but I never knew the danger
For about six or maybe seven in walked Captain Farrell
I jumped up, fired my pistols, and I shot him with both barrels
Musha rain dum-a-doo dum-a-da, ha, ya
Whack for my daddy-o
Whack for my daddy-o
There's whiskey in the jar-o
Yeah, whiskey, yo, whiskey...
Oh-oh, ya
Now some men like a fishin', but some men like the fowlin'
Some men like to hear, to hear the cannonball a-roarin'
But me, I like sleepin', `specially in my Molly's chamber
But here I am in prison, here I am with a ball and chain, yeah
Musha rain dum-a-doo dum-a-da, ha, ya
Whack for my daddy-o
Whack for my daddy-o
There's whiskey in the jar-o
Whiskey in the jar-o
Musha rain dum-a-doo dum-a-da
Musha rain dum-a-doo dum-a-da, hey
Musha rain dum-a-doo dum-a-da
Musha rain dum-a-doo dum-a-da, ya

Kashmir

My hair is cut -- and i'm slowly but surely turning brown.

Today I'm going with my cousins to go canoeing which will be interesting, since I've never done that before.

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This summer I've met a lot of very successful and powerful people. All of them started with nothing and worked for their success. That is something I respect a lot. My family on both sides started out moving to this country poor as dirt, now there are several millionaires and very successful people who have just worked hard. Some people are resentful to the wealthy, but if you really work at it and set your goals you can also become a success.

Theres always exceptions and people who are truly repressed. For those people I just pray and do whatever I can to help them.

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theres a song called Kashmir, I suggest you listen to it. Its by Led Zeppelin -- or at least covered by them.

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Hope you all are doing well,.

--dav.di