Donald Rumsfeld is giving the president his daily
briefing. He concludes by saying: “Yesterday, 3 Brazilian soldiers were killed.”

“OH NO!” the President yells. “That’s terrible!”

His staff sits stunned at this display of emotion,
nervously watching as the President sits, head in hands.

Finally, the President looks up and asks, “Exactly
how many is a brazillion?”

Click HERE to play an MP3. It’s a song called Gasolina. It is the kind of song that gets in your head and replays itself. I like the song, it is in Spanish and I don’t know what the words mean, but it sounds funny and I think children would like this song too.
Let me know what you (and your kids) think.
Ha hA! You’re gonna think it’s stupid!

Speaking of stupid; here’s todays fun fact. I have several identical pairs of swim trunks. At home, in the car, at work, and one (almost) always on me under my clothes. That way I can swim whenever and whereever I want and then change and never have wet swim trunks on under my clothes. They’re the same so nobody can tell I change them and it looks like I have only one pair. Usually I can get a freshwater rinse after swimming but I sometimes go back to work salty and sandy and crusty!
Don’t tell, I’d be embarrased if anybody knew!

I’m back to work today. I’m not supposed to go back till tomorrow, but my boss called Saturday and asked me to come in. I guess I can’t stay on the island and take vacation at the same time. If you recall, I delayed the start of my vacation by two days. Now I’ve ended it a day early. I don’t really feel bitter about it, I could say no. I am getting friday off!
When I walked the dog this morning, the sun wasn’t up, but there was a perfect transition in the sky from total darkness to the palest blue. It was the plainest, least detailed sunrise you could imagine, and that in itself made unique and interesting.

Here’s a fact about me: when I was in Grade One, I got good grades, a lot of “A’s”. Then we moved and in the second grade, I hated my new school and teacher and I got bad grades. My parents tried to punish me for getting bad grades, to try to force me to get good grades. In order to show that I knew what they were doing and that it wouldn’t work, I continued to get bad grades. If they had quit punishing me, or told me to get whatever kind of grades I wanted, I would have gotten good grades. But in order to show them who was in charge, I did the opposite of what they wanted me to do. I went through all my school years getting bad grades, and getting into trouble every time school grade cards came out. If my parents had ever quit trying to make me get good grades, I would have and could have easily.
What if I tried to train my dog to sit, and beat him every time he did not sit and never gave him a treat when he did? He would probably try to run every time I said the word “sit”. I have never hit my dog (except once, when he bit a cat I was introducing him to) and when I tell him to sit, his ass hits the floor immediately. He has always been extremely rewarded for good behavior tries soo hard to be good. And he is!
I wouldn’t change hardly anything about my past, because then I might not be me now. I’m not complaining about my parents, they did the best they could, but I wouldn’t do everything the way they did.

Went diving this afternoon, it was an interesting one and entertaining and challenging. I was diving with an Open Circuit (OC) diver, and his instructor/guide. Our profile was 240 feet for 20 minutes, after deco we would have been underwater for 83 minutes. Since we had an OC diver, we swam out to the main wall on the surface. Current was pretty strong on the surface, but not unmanagable. When we descended, Oh MAN O MAN! The current was ripping! We could barely move against it. We aborted the dive after a very few minutes. Max depth 118 feet. We swam back to the top of the wall, and clawed our way across the sand flats. Current was so strong it took us an hour to make it across. Normally it takes 10 minutes. the OC guy switched from his bottom mix to his deco gas because the bottom mix doesn’t have a lot of O2 for a strenuous swim. I signaled him to stay close to me because I knew his gas wouldn’t last long enough. When he signaled he had 500 PSI left in his 40 cubic foot tank of 36% We traded bottles and I gave him my 63 cubic foot bailout bottle of 38% O2. Since I’m on a rebreather, my bailout gas is normally not needed, which is why I wasn’t using it. My bailout bottle was jam packed with gas, 3200 PSI in a tank made for 3000 PSI. When we got out he was down to 500 PSI again and it was a cool dive.
Then we were hanging out cleaning our equipment when we hear a whistle. We see a diver, out clinging to a bouy, No wait, there’s 4 divers, 3 not on the buoy! A dive shop employee took an underwater scooter out and promptly disappeared. We see a kayak from some adjacent condos go out and go to the divers, then around the bend, pretty soon the only one left is the guy hanging on the buoy. So the instructor/guide gives me 2 dive shop scooters, and I scooted out there, gave him one and we scootered back. At the condos, I see people calling for us to come there, but I yelled to them we’re going back to the dive shop on the scooters. I thought one of the people was the rescue diver from the dive shop, but it wasn’t. When we get back to the dive shop, the guy I went out to get wants to know where the other divers are. I said I thought that was them on the shore, he says it wasn’t . He asks if I have a boat. I tell him I actually don’t work for the dive shop. Then a girl from his dive group comes walking up the street. Aparently she made it to the condos, but the kayak with two people is missing, the rescue diver is missing and two divers are still missing. That’s 5 people missing! We tell the instructor/guide to call 911.
A few minutes later we see the kayak come back. Then we find out the kayak took the people ashore down around the bend on a beach and that everybody is accounted for. All is well that ends well.

It’s Sunday morn, I’m almost done with my coffee. Getting ready to go diving this afternoon. Too deep for my camera.
My apartment is a mess. I clean and it gets worse. Actually I started cleaning and never finished. I think I’ll hire a maid. I used to have a maid come once a week, but now I have a dog and don’t know how he’d handle a stranger coming in the house.
There’s not much to write about today. Mosquitos are bad. Anytime it rains, the mosquito population explodes. Austrailians call them mozzies, Americans call them skeeters.
I have a little headache this morning.
I guess that’s all for now!

I was tagged by Daisy Mae. Here’s what I’m supposed to do:

1. Delve into your blog archive.

2. Find your 23rd post (or closest to).
My 23rd post is entitled “May First”. Ironic that it is this post

3. Find the fifth sentence (or closest to).
1: My long period of celibacy ended. 2:Last night a girl I really like called and said she was locked out of her house, could she come over. 3:So I said yes. 4:SHe is much younger than I and has a perfect body. 5: big firm tits and tiny waist and perfect ass. It was fabulous. I can go a long time without sex and THINK I’m horny, but after I get laid once, THEN I am REALLY horny.

4. Post the text of the sentence in your blog along with these instructions. Ponder it for meaning, subtext or hidden agendas…
meanings and hidden agendas, there are none. She is truly beautiful. Her perfection described in the fifth line showed me there are things better than I can imagine. I was and still am very lucky. I was divorced, then with a girl for about two years in a long distance relationship and found out she had someone else the whole time. That was 2001 – 2003. I was in the pits for a long time from that. I’m not saying I was completely squashed, but I was definitely living half-heartedly. Then this girl called out of the blue and helped bring me back. I am grateful she came over when she did. I haven’t talked to her since she left that next morning, but she re-ignited my desire for intimate companionship, and re-set me on my journey today. It was a turning point in my life. There is nothing better on this Earth than being with a woman.

5. Tag five people to do the same.
Everybody I know has already been tagged by this one, So if you’re reading this and haven’t done it, Consider yourself tagged!

No comments from anyone yesterday, sheesh!
I can’t think of anything to post. I’m going in an hour to pick up an ink cartridge to send to Cayman Brac.
Oh yeah, I’m growing a beard. Actually a moustache and goatee.
I want to go diving today. I have plans to go tomorrow, 240 feet with an instructor and his student. I think I’m the stand by-carry extra breathing gas guy.
I’ve been sleeping late on this vacation, like 9 o-clockish. Un believable. But it feels good. I bet it’s really dark when I start getting up at 5Am again!
This is a pic I could have posted yesterday. I like it. I cropped it to get the effect I wanted.

I won’t be sharing the steamy details, I just wanted to get your attention. I will tell you some details though. After my Oct 1 post, I was fighting to keep a good attitude. I was at the hotel, 50 yards away from where she was working, and I emailed her. I told her basically the same thing that was in my post 1 October. I felt the need to communicate and email seemed the best way. After that we talked, we got to understand each other better and it all worked out better than I could have expected. I won’t tell you any steamy details, but she’s coming Friday for the weekend. I already told the Fundgirl and I will tell P this evening: No way! I won’t date more than one person at a time.

Here’s some pics of the Brac. That thing on my back is called a scuba tank. That’s how the cave man dived before rebreathers were invented. the first pic was taken by J.C. of Houston Texas, USA. He and I were dive buddies when the IO Girl was working. I have my camera in my hand, taking a picture of a crab and a seashell inside the barrell sponge. I am NOT touching the sponge, nor did I touch it.

I took this one of the IO Girl.

Well, I’m home! I had a wonderful trip! Everything worked out great after my last post.
I have a lot of catching up to do, bloggerwise!!

Well, here I am on the Brac. Saw the OI girl last night. We spent most of the evening together and in at the end of it she said she wants to be “just friends”. She told me last time she had plans to try to get together with her old boyfriend. She told me the same thing again. She said she talks to him almost every day. So on a certain level, I can understand. On the other hand, I don’t think I’m wrong in thinking she likes (liked?) me too. She told me that she’s coming for a visit at the end of the month, and I was one of the main reasons. Maybe she was a little undecided then and more decided now.

On the other hand, I like her. I found myself trying to convey that I liked her and that because I liked her it made me want sex with her even more. ‘m not sure it came out sounding right. I don’t feel like I am doing anything wrong, I am not trying to just get sex. I want sex with her because I like her. But I felt uneasy pressing her for sex, but I REALLY wanted it. I don’t think I pressed too hard, and I told her I was afraid I wasn’t being aggressive enough.

I am one who does not deal well with rejection. Part of me thinks that if I tell her how much I like her, she will reject completely me because if it. If she wanted just sex last time, and I’m feeling attachment because of it, that’s a problem for her.

It’s hard for me to not let this partially rejected feeling show. Here my attitude is everything. I still have a few days here, I don’t want to screw them up. Also, I’m not giving up on her. But when I go back, I will have a direction. I will not be left hanging.

Another thing, it is difficult to “go back”. If two people are having sex, it is hard to go back to having a non sexual “just friends” relationship. Difficult, but not impossible.

I can write all this, and get my feeling sorted and make it make sense, but when I speak about it, it comes out wrong. Contradictory and illogical.

The weather sucks, there’s something going on, some tropical depression forming or something. It is seldom this cloudy and windy and rainy for so long.