Because it was exactly three months ago …
And everyone who knew her will know exactly who this is …
( I close my eyes, remember her, and die laughing — that’s the way it should be *grin* )
Cheers, babe. Miss ya.
Since I am a fan of the “News of the Weird,” a column regularly featured in everyone’s favorite free “news” publication in the KnoxVegas MetroPulse, I’ve have decided to share some exceptional news today.
Let us go north, thru Kentucky, Ohio, Michigan, Canadia — okay, maybe not that far — go southwest a little, and bam! You’re in the Dairy state, Wisconsin. Then within that state, we come to the lovely little city of Janesville, just on the state line. Janesville is known as “Wisconsin’s Park Place”, even though it was originally founded on strong industry. Our story however comes from a different line of work entirely, one that is universal to all places nowadays: Real Estate.
Whether you are buying, selling, renting, leasing, or subletting, some truths should just be self-evident. Never trust anyone who offers a deal that feels to good to be true.
I can’t help but want to talk about the last one. The reasoning behind it is the same as hiring an attorney, since we all now a similar adage: The man who represents himself has a fool for an attorney. The owner is too emotionally tied to the property to make a viable sales attempt successful.
Now that we can be successful, let’s get on with the story.
While on location showing a home from fairfield ct homes for sale to a couple, a real estate agent heard a blood-curdling scream out of the female counterpart. Assuming it was a mouse the husband and agent walk into the room. To their surprise, it was not a mouse, but the owner of the property… Deceased.
All I have to say is, “Hey, the owner was trying to do the right thing… he was OUT!”
That’s my favorite picture of Yeltsin, quite often a simile for his life during the last twenty years.
What few people remember were his frequent clashes with Mikhail Gorbachev on the issue of Perestroika, not because he was against it, but because he felt Gorbachev was moving too slowly. Media reacted to the clashes without ever looking at the context, dubbing him a “Hardline Communist.” They never really went back to correct their mistake.
Needless to say, he was tough, highly opinionated and stubborn. He said what he thought, and stuck to his guns no matter what.
Rest in peace, Mr. Yeltsin (01-Feb-1931 – 23-Apr-2007).
Photo Credit: Unknown – Deserves credit
With the whole Anna Nicole debacle of late, I find myself wondering why some people do the things that they do which in turn result in an untimely death of said person.
And with all of my deep thoughts of whys and hows, and with trying to come up with some super interesting reason, I’ve decided it’s simply a case of natural selection. Let’s take un momento to analyze how I have come to this conclusion.
Example 1 – The jack ass from Iraq who mailed a letter bomb, which was returned to him for insufficient postage.
The bomb blew, he’s dead. Why? Natural selection. Somebody stupid enough to be mailing letter bombs in the first place should get blown up by some means. The fact that it was by his own bomb makes it epic.
Example 2- The rocket scientist who decided to ride a jet-ski off of Niagara Falls, hit the home-made rocket to shoot him over the past the falls, and get picked up upon landing.
Duh. What kind of dork puts a plan like that into motion? I seriously wonder what the last thing he thought was…. “Oh shit, Batman, this ain’t gonna work!?!?!”
Hello, natural selection. Somebody stupid enough to go over Niagara Falls in the first place hasn’t go enough common sense to walk and chew at the same time… Natural selection.
Luckily, this guy didn’t have time to procreate any off-spring as he was too busy making dud rockets.
Example 3 – Although the number of car crashes with trains has decreased since 1976, approximately 500 people per year still try and outrun them.
In the not so distant past, most of the railroad crossings here in the United States didn’t have any kind of warning system in place to warn motorists that a train was coming. As if looking to your left and seeing that 118 tons (give or take) of steel, bolts, nuts, and steam barreling down the tracks isn’t enough to tell you a train is coming…
So, local governments nationwide began putting up railroad crossing signals. You know, you’ve seen them… the flashing red lights on either side of the road, the huge bar that drops down blocking an idiot motorist from getting to close to the tracks, the loud bells that scream “dang, dang, dang”… right. So, these precautions are in place for what reason?
Anybody?
They are in place for people who are too blind, or too careless to see that 118 tons of death on a track is coming right at them at possibly 50 MPH.
However, the epitome of stupidity is the motorist who is just so sure he/she can make it around that huge arm barrier to the other side of the track before that 118 tons of death on a track gets to them. Ooops, doesn’t work out quite so well every time. One occurrence in Silicone Valley, CA, shows us that regardless of all the bells and whistles in place, some people are just too ignorant to realize they can be smited from this Earth. Natural selection? I think so.
I suppose I would hate to do something really stupid that resulted in death. Seriously. If you don’t want to die of a deadly cocktail of drugs, hello… don’t do the cocktail of drugs.
If you don’t want to die by hitting the water/rocks at 100 MPH, don’t jump, rocket, jetski, boat, or swim over Niagara or any other falls.
If you don’t want to go down in your family history as the moron who tried to beat up the train, don’t try to out run the train…
Pretty simple, kids.
Girl, I think we are all so numb right now that this really happened. Your smile, you laugh, your 24 bar breaks, your 1/2 sweet 1/2 unsweet tea, your friendship…
You know though, I wouldn’t have taken one cent for the year I have been able to say that you are my friend. Every smile, every hug, every time I ran from your camera. Girl we all made some awesome memories together. I’ve said it before and I’ll say it again. We all found each other when we all needed something. God gave us each other and though you’re gone, you’re really still here with each one of us.
I LOVE YOU, SUSAN.
