Zeelander wrote: I fully agree, but there is no way in Heck that we will ever go back to the gold standard. Not enough money to be made when there is stability in the markets. Plus this is an excuse to move to one currency. I figure the best way to beat the system is to no longer participate. Grow my own food, raise my own livestock and save a few horses (my good deed). As the world transitions from falling apart to rebuilding... about the next 100 years.... Myself an my loved ones will be off the radar, living healthy and happy.
Now if I could just get hired on as a ranch-hand....
Zee
Hmmm... And my lovely wife's ringtone for me is "Save a horse, ride a cowboy!"
(Ooops! I forgot, I'm married and not supposed to be on a singles site - Maybe if I just stick to the Nobama threads no one will see me!)
Yep, it's a dating site (Connecting Singles), but if (God forbid!) you've already met, dated and settled down with someone from this site, then I guess you're not supposed to be here anymore.
The top 10 worst cities for rush hour, based on hours spent in traffic annually are:
Detroit 53 No. 10
Boston 54 No. 9
Chicago 56 No. 8
Riverside, San Bernadino, Calif. 57 No. 7
Houston 58 No. 6
Atlanta 60 No. 5
Dallas 61 No. 4
Washington D.C. 67 No. 3
San Francisco 73 No. 2
Los Angeles 93 No. 1
I've driven in/through every major city in the U.S. and most of Canada and have discovered that the best time to go through any of them is between 2:00 a.m. and 4:00 a.m. .... 250 years ago!
Back to the O.P. : 55mph is a great idea - On one hand, it burns less fuel and allows more reaction time, so is therefore safer. On the other hand, it will build state/local revenues more quickly via fines/citations and is inherently more dangerous because the only people who will actually observe a 55 mph speed limit are 'out of towners' or others not familiar with the area.
It's a great idea, but - given what I've personally experienced on the hiways and byways of America - I just don't think folks would pay much attention to it and here's a quick example: The speed limit on the Atlanta Bypass (I-285, otherwise known as "The Redneck 500.") is 55 and the average speed (personally witnessed!) when traffic is flowing good is about 67mph.
Perhaps - since most folks habitually travel about 5 - 7 mph above any given posted speed limit - we should have a national speed limit of 50?
Doesn't exist. I may not be able to remember every single joke I've ever heard at any given moment, but (unfortunately!) I've never forgotten a joke permanently. I used to think it was blessing, but now I consider it more of a curse...
Oh Christ no, Trace! I'd never be sober long enough to go fishing or canoeing on the weekends! I'd have to start drinking somewhere between 3:00 and 4:00 A.M., take a break for lunch and then start drinking again in the middle of the afternoon. Especially if I took a drink for every "joke" I've already seen, heard, read or written. (Don't get me wrong, there's a bunch of really good ones, but when your early years are spent in writing/performing comedy and you have a reputation for telling jokes around campfires... Well, nothing new under the sun, like they say.)
Naw, my kidneys just aren't capable of processing that much fluid!
1.) I went on a date with someone from this site. Spent an entire weekend with her in fact. Liked her so much I moved to East Tennessee in March of '07 and talked her into marrying me last year on August 15th.
2.) B'lieve I'll pass on the date, but I wouldn't be above drinking a beer, going fishing (or hunting) or sharing a pot of coffee with you.
Every stage of my life to this point has been my favorite for different reasons:
I really enjoyed childhood because of loving parents, 4 pesky older brothers, a myriad of cousins, wonderful pets and the greatest Grand-Parents a kid could ask for. My life was filled with wonder.
As a teen because I was beginnin to realize that I was different from the other kids - when they had part-time jobs, I ran a trap-line. When they were partying, I was fishing and hunting. I was just beginning to discover me. My life was filled with with wonder.
In my twenties because my health was at it's prime. I was running long distance, bicycling and rodeoing (I rode bareback broncs), bowling on a league every Thursday, and working at a physically demanding job while trying to learn how to be a husband. My life was filled with wonder.
In my thirties because I'd started driving truck in my late twenties and could now travel and get paid for it. I was also a part-time semi-professional gunfighter for a local tourist attraction. In the summers I spent time as a living history docent at a nearby historic site and, through that, ended up traveling to schools in 5 different states and teaching kids how things really were. My life was filled with wonder.
And now I'm in my latter 40's and living with my beautiful soul-mate in some of the prettiest country God ever created. I'm still discovering who I am and, more importantly, who we are together. I've got a good job, a decent home, and an amazing wife. My life is filled with wonder!
I skipped over a lot of the food stuff - this isn't an autobiography - and sure there've been tough times in every stage; Heartbreaks, illness, physical injury and just plain lousy luck - but for some reason, those memories aren't quite as clear as they used to be...
6.) Those who remember the punchline but screw up the rest of the joke so bad that the punchline doesn't make any sense. (I.,e., those who just can't tell a joke.)
RE: Hello everyone! Newbie here!
Welcome to the asylum!Lots of good folks here (and a couple of kooks!)
Met my lovely wife on this site, so if it can happen for me, it can happen for anyone!
Welcome to CS!