"THE BONE MAN"

The Last Bar " B " Que

2007-02-28T12:34:00.000-08:00

Well the time has come and gone and my boy finally committed. The old gang was called and about 300 lbs of yard bird and street meat was sacrificed for one last Que.
Now my girl Rico and my boy Shane are dancing the two step together in the big "D". below are some of the pictures Erica took while we stuffed our face. I wish these two well on their jouney through many days of looking into tons of BS in boxes. the move was was good, if you call 60 mph winds and a sandstorm that colored the sky red for three hours good.

Fare the well biotches........

the good ole boys

2006-12-22T14:48:00.000-08:00

My bro FishDog is thirty somthing. Hell I can't remember!!

2006-12-19T14:19:00.000-08:00

Big Daddy of two insane little butt faced dwarfs and part time husband to the Queen of all that is organized and holy has had yet another birthday on December 16th. He has surpassed the odds and prooven to the Gods that a baldheaded borderline SKITZO can grow up and have a normal life and be productive. If you can get him off the internet while he is playing some shoot'em up bang bang game you might actually hold a fifth grade intellect conversation with him.

I love you DAWG. Glad you made it another year!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Baby Girl Z turned 11 this month!!!!!!!!!

2006-12-19T14:02:00.000-08:00

My oldest and dearest daughter Elizabeth turned 11 on the 15th of December. She is very proud to finally be called 11. What a nut!!!! She has been complaining because we have said she is 11 for the last couple of months. "I'm 10 and a half dad". Gosh! I am so sorry.

It's been a long time!!!!!!!!!!!!

2006-11-14T15:03:00.000-08:00

Well lets see here. Between being a MySpace whore and being busy I have neglected my obligation to fill your brains with off the wall jibberish. The past couple of months I have enjoyed the college football season and the fact the Razorbacks have indeed kicked ass on their way to face another suspect loser in a BCS bowl. For all the non believers outside the Razorback Nation, TOLD YA SO, should have listened to the Bone Man..........BCS BOWL BOUND.........11 and 1 Possible National Champs

RUN DMC (Darren McFadden) FOR HEISMaN!!!!!!!

GO HAWGS........WOOOOOOOO PIG SOOOOOOIE

I was also in the great city of New York. What a beautiful place this is. Enjoy the few pictures from the Big Apple.

Yeah I know, Sorry bout that

2006-08-24T13:29:00.001-07:00

Yeah, Yeah, Yeah, Yeah, I know why the heck haven't you posted in a while? Well, to be honest, I have not cared to. I really haven't been inspired by much lately. I have been inspired but I am not going to write about it due to the fact I don't want to jinx it. Soooooooooo, I'll tell you what I have been up to in about two words, NOT MUCH. Me and the kids have gone to Wild River Country a few times, laid on the couch an awful lot, drank, ate, slept(well kinda), and have been intentionally avoiding cleaning my room. Actually life now is awesome I just need a kick in the ass to get going for some reason. Not depressed, actually very happy, so I am not sure why the last couple of months have been so bluh. Maybe now that the girls are back in school things will change. Oh there is something! I went to my daughters open house at school and sat through the hole ordeal, when we were going to find the their teachers we found that they had not been registered. Way to go Ang!!! It seems the school put out a notice in the paper to preregister the children the week of the open house. I don't read the paper, Their mom doesn't read the paper, so how the hell was she to know. Common sense would have told ME that maybe I should call the school to see if we need to register since we had to the year before. But no, we just assumed that since they went there the year before they would be automatically be enrolled. This makes a lot of sense. I was told that they might not even have a slot for the girls. So I trotted my little happy ass to there school just after Seven in the A.M. on there first day of school. To my surprise, not, there was at least twenty parents there doing the same. Well after waiting with their mom at school were delighted to find out both had classes. YYYYYYEEEEEEAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHH!
No more stress from school, at least for now. After all they are my children and God knows I was no saint. Looking forward to a wonderful year. I am very proud of both Elizabeth and Scarlette for their actions Monday morning. Neither gave me even an ounce of trouble when I woke them up. They both shot out of bed, got dressed, fixed themselves breakfast and where waiting on me to get out of the shower so they could brush their hair and teeth. I told them on the way to school that they freakin rocked. Way to go babies!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Now we'll see what this new year brings............

Bone

One more thing, It is finaly close to FOOTBALL SEASON, THANK GAWD!!!!!!!!!
GO HOGS GO, BEAT EVERY BODIES ASSES.

WOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO PIG SOOOOOOOOOOOIE

Youngin is 8-------wow I'm getting old

2006-07-12T15:14:00.000-07:00

HAPPY BIRTHDAY SCARLETTE "SUGAR RAY"

Don't blow your thumb off!

2006-07-03T11:29:00.000-07:00

Happy firecracker day!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

I'm a Myspace whore now I think!!!!!!!!!!

2006-07-02T23:04:00.000-07:00

Well since I have been sick and leaving a permanent indention on the couch from the last five days, I signed up at Myspace and did a profile. Some good friends said that I needed to do this cause you can get in contact with some old friends and who knows put yourself out there. I have to say that this in the beginning was just simply stupid, but now I have actually got in touch with old floating buddies, high school buddies who live a country away it seems and a few new people. This blog is my more serious place to write thouhts but I have to say it is hard not to do the other sense you can be in control of who talks to you and who you want to talk to. See anybody can read this, but not everybody can read the other. So the Bone Man's alter ego I guess is the Myspace. There is still a fine line with peanut butter and chocolate though.
Besides meeting with some old friends I have found out that there are some absolute freaky mother f-ckers out in this world. Believe me when I say that I just thought I was a freak. Now I know I am a sane person with freakish tendencies....... I have met some interesting people though, one is the girlfriend of one of the lead singers in Mower, and another does everything I wish I could and the things I can do she probably does better plus she is a Leo that thinks I'm crazy in a cool kinda way....
I have spent almost five straight days and look it damn near 2 in the morning now...

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woe is me

2006-06-29T23:08:00.000-07:00

Please please I need all of your prayers for I am traveling in the bowels of hell right now. Wasn't feeling very good on Monday then woke up Tuesday feeling even worse, actually called in sick to work. Then called in wendsday and went to the doctor, which is something I never do. Doctor told me I have this strange infection of an uknown origion. Oh thats nice, thinking I probably got cat scrath fever from my friend's cat. Then he chuckled and said it's not that, you have strep throat. Strep throat? WTF? How does a grown ass man get strep throat, specially since I haven't been around my kids(disease carriers).
So until I feel better, PEICE.

Bone

You've been blog-jacked!

2006-06-21T16:39:00.000-07:00

Oh yeah...

2006-06-21T16:22:00.000-07:00

Go check out the pictures from der Flophaus Polka Partei.

Looks like those Oxford-ians had a grand time polka-ing their eyes out.

What the frick?!

2006-06-21T16:20:00.000-07:00

okay, i obviously janked the hell outta this blog thing. But fishdog came through for me.

Now I gotsta repost some shiite that disappeared into the bottomless pit.

I'M ON FREAKING VACATION

2006-05-20T10:19:00.000-07:00

Sorry if I have'nt left any compelling words for you to read. I just got back to the states and had some days off to try and catch up on my sleep, Corona, Burger King, Taco Bell, Sex (well we know this aint happnen)and my Kiddies.......... I am still on active duty thru the 3rd of june and won't be able to visit this site much sinse I'll be on a government computer. SO, just be patient and I'll be coming around the mountain soon.

Thanks to my brother "Fishdog" for keeping the updates and the rest of you for reading............!

Till then,
Bone

DAAAAAAAAAAAAMN.

2006-05-08T19:58:00.000-07:00

Nothing to dream about

Blue Steel

2006-05-08T19:55:00.000-07:00

Here's some Blue Steel for yo ass:

A Hero Falls

2006-05-08T19:44:00.000-07:00

(originally sent April 23, 2006)
While working a 12 hr shift last night, I received an e-mail announcing the remains of one of the soldiers fighting in Afghanistan was arriving awaiting transportation back home. I have no idea who this soldier was except that he/she was in the Army. He/she was in processed here and sent down range. It is very likely that we met even if for a moment. I have seen many times on TV soldiers being escorted home but have never been present when the Military pays their respect in person.

We met at the chapel and were bussed to the airport where we were placed in formation, tallest to shortest from right to left and tallest to shortest back to front. All were in our DCU’s wearing no hat, due the no hat zone on the flight line, feeling the warm sun on our heads and feeling a substantial breeze blowing causing our tops to flap. The C-17’s, we were standing along side of, belly opened and a soldier walked out wearing his DCU’s and black gloves. As if in slow motion he walked up to Our Commander and the Detail Chief asking permission to have a group of Air Force fire fighters, all wearing the same black gloves and DCU’s, retrieve the deceased soldier. There was no Taps being sounded from a bugle or Amazing Grace being sung, but what you could hear was the sound of complete silence of the many soldiers standing along the flight line. At parade rest we watched as the fire fighters slowly marched into the C-17. Then at the first glance of the airmen’s feet coming to the edge of the belly’s opening, we were called to attention and then given the command “present arms”. While rendering a salute, the flag draped coffin was carried off the plane. I couldn’t help but think to myself, was this what it would be like if I was the fallen soldier? We all think of it, death, from time to time but this time was different. This time death hit me right in my very soul and I deal with death on a regular basis due to the nature of my civilian job, but the chills I had this morning were like no other time. Flashbacks of my short lived life were whizzing thru my head: my families faces, Boots (my old dog), my first touchdown, and so on. Then I started to wander what was going thru the mind of that soldier as God brought him/her home. Did he/she have similar thoughts? Will his/her family and friends miss him/her as I know mine will me? Did he/she live a good life? I will never know the answers to those questions. But I do know there can be no better death than to die for your fellow man and to die as a hero.

After this true American Hero was put in the back of a truck and driven off and the command “order arms” was given, we were dismissed and sent forth to do a job we were trained to do. We were sent back to work with this image of true sacrifice. And on the bus ride back to the chapel I noticed that loading another C-17 on their way down range were more of these truly awesome human beings. Many of them are just faces to most of us, but to me, they are my heart. Thoughts of the saying, “though we walk through the valley of the shadow of death, I will fear no evil”, were dancing in my mind. I know we hear that a lot in movies and numerous other places but folks, it does mean something! And as long as the evil doers keep killing the innocent and threatening my children, I will walk hand in hand through these valleys with these honorable men and women and fight directly beside them.

There is no better thing to be than American! While we soldiers are fighting to preserve the life we hold dear, don’t forget that. Don’t forget that back home on our own soil people are struggling to maintain. Help them!!!!!!!!! Join our fight overseas back home so when we get home we can feel that what we are doing serves a purpose. I promise not to let you down. Can you promise me the same………………?

God bless you my American Hero,

Bone

2006-05-08T19:23:00.000-07:00

I wanted to say a couple of things about some friends of mine. I have some good friends from my home Squadron the 189th MDG from LRAFB. They too are also on deployment serving time in Operation Iraqi Freedom. These ladies make me very proud doing what they are doing. See, I am serving in the war zone in A-Stan from the rear as they are right in the middle of the shit in Iraq. Enough words can't describe what I feel towards the job I know they are doing as well as all of us troops serving time to hopefully make things better for all you, specially my family. So if you are proud of me for being please keep my friends in mind as well.

The one in the middle (Carla) and on the right (Bridgette) are fellow med techs serving in Baghdad, Iraq and the one with the wet-vac and signing the bomb ("Redbug" Bethany) is another of our Med Group serving time in Ballad, Iraq. The other pictures are of one of Arkansas' own C-130 in Ballad. I have two other brothuhs from the Squadron who are in another part of the Middle East but I have not received pics from them.

my stupid brother

2006-05-08T19:11:00.000-07:00

ok. i've been sending stuff for my brother to post but his ass has been too "busy" to put the stuff up. but now he tells me he's gonna get to it. two weeks later.

gee, thanks, ya prick. what, you got a life or somethin?

Ben Stien Speaks Truth

2006-04-21T06:54:00.000-07:00

Greetings From Rancho Mirage
By Ben Stein
Published 4/5/2006 2:29:42 AM

Tuesday
Dear Soldiers, Sailors, Airmen, Marines, National Guard, Reservists, in Iraq, in the Middle East theater, in Afghanistan, in the area near Afghanistan, in any base anywhere in the world, and your families:

Let me tell you about why you guys own about 90 percent of the cojones in the whole world right now and should be damned happy with yourselves and damned proud of who you are. It was a dazzlingly hot day here in Rancho Mirage today. I did small errands like going to the bank to pay my mortgage, finding a new bed at a price I can afford, practicing driving with my new 5 wood, paying bills for about two hours.

I spoke for a long time to a woman who is going through a nasty child custody fight. I got e-mails from a woman who was fired today from her job for not paying attention. I read about multi-billion-dollar mergers in Europe, Asia, and the Mideast. I noticed how overweight I am, for the millionth time.

In other words, I did a lot of nothing. Like every other American who is not in the armed forces family, I basically just rearranged the deck chairs on the Titanic in my trivial, self-important, meaningless way.

Above all, I talked to a friend of more than forty-three years who told me he thought his life had no meaning because all he did was count his money.

And, friends in the armed forces, this is the story of all of America today. We are doing nothing but treading water while you guys carry on the life or death struggle against worldwide militant Islamic terrorism. Our lives are about nothing: paying bills, going to humdrum jobs, waiting until we can go to sleep and then do it all again. Our most vivid issues are trivia compared with what you do every day, every minute, every second.

Oprah Winfrey talks a lot about "meaning" in life. For her, "meaning" is dieting and then having her photo on the cover of her magazine every single month (surely a new world record for egomania ).This is not "meaning."

Meaning is doing for others. Meaning is risking your life for others. Meaning is putting your bodies and families' peace of mind on the line to defeat some of the most evil, sick killers the world has ever known. Meaning is leaving the comfort of home to fight to make sure that there still will be a home for your family and for your nation and for free men and women everywhere.

Look, soldiers and Marines and sailors and airmen and Coast Guardsmen, there are eight billion people in this world. The whole fate of this world turns on what you people, 1.4 million, more or less, do every day. The fate of mankind depends on what about 2/100 of one percent of the people in this world do every day -- and you are those people. And joining you is every policeman, fireman, and EMT in the country, also holding back the tide of chaos.

Do you know how important you are? Do you know how indispensable you are? Do you know how humbly grateful any of us who has a head on his shoulders is to you?

Do you know that if you never do another thing in your lives, you will always still be heroes? That we could live without Hollywood or Wall Street or the NFL, but we cannot live for a week without you?

We are on our knees to you and we bless and pray for you every moment.

And Oprah Winfrey, if she were a size two, would not have one millionth of your importance, and all of the Wall Street billionaires will never mean what the least of you do, and if Barry Bonds hit ninety home runs it would not mean as much as you going on one patrol or driving one truck to the Baghdad airport.

You are everything to us, as we go through our little days, and you are in the prayers of the nation and of every decent man and woman on the planet.

That's who you are and what you mean. I hope you know that.

Love, Ben Stein

I’m freakin’ 35!

2006-04-17T18:39:00.000-07:00

The day starts with a Easter sunrise vigil at the chapel. The eulogy was given by a two star General who is the head chaplain of the air force. Now, while he was speaking you look around and see the familiar sight of desert uniforms and pt uniforms, Army, Navy, Air force, Marines, Officers and Enlisted and a couple of contractors. I have gone to mass off and on for, uh let’s say 35 years. And I have never been to a more surreal prayer gathering. I was noticing that all of the familiar sights also including the M-16 assault weapon, boxes of ammo, pistols and a K-C 135 flying over head on a mission to A-Stan. I don’t have a problem with what I was looking at– it just reminded me of some things to be thankful for.

I have taken the breath of life now for 35 years and have traveled many places, done lots of things from scuba to cliff diving. But this birthday morning was a new challenge for me. Ya see, some of the ladies I work with here have challenged me to a run/walk 5K here at Manas. For those who don’t know, that is a three mile race. What a birthday gift to myself! You need to understand that I haven’t run for years and when I did it was no more than a mile and a half and have smoked for longer than I will admit. Well, since I’ve been here I have been in the gym twice a day to do cardio and lift weights. Damn near quit smoking, and have been running some, as well. My leg has not fully healed yet from the calf tear I received in November. Well I ran it and did finish, and after 45 minutes I could have shot the pretty young things challenging me. DAMN I AM OUT OF SHAPE!!! But I did finish. Thanks to Kim and Suave’!

Then it was off the Med. tent where we had an Easter picnic. WE had a lot of fun here bringing the child out in all of us. We had a balloon toss (Edwin and I came in 2nd) and played with a Frisbee and football. Then we ate some grilled chicken, so called hamburgers, and sausage with fixings and some Kyrgyz ice-cream. The General came by to say hi and then we played some ping pong and just chilled.

Now it was time to go to Pete’s place and have a cold Russian one while we chill and listen to a jazz band. Walking up to Pete’s you could hear the good vibe. Enter and there they were Salty Peanuts. These guys are from Kyrgyzstan and are the lounge act at the Hyatt in down town Bishkek. These guys looked, well out of place to say the least. They were all of Asian descent and just basically stood in place while they played. When you looked away or closed your eyes you could very much hear the sounds of Harry Connick, Jr. or Mel Torme and basically just groove baby. This was one of the most hilarious things I have been a part of. This was like a Jackie Chan movie.

All in all this was one of the most rememberable Birthdays I have had. Especially since the night was capped off with my babies saying and singing happy birthday to their daddy.

To each of you everywhere, remember why you are who you are and do what it takes to be who you need to be!

The Journey Through Trauma, 2 & 3

2006-04-17T18:28:00.000-07:00

Here is the link to see parts 2 and 3 of the L.A. Times series "The Journey Through Trauma"

http://www.latimes.com/news/nationworld/wounded/la-na-wounded-series,0,936394.special

You’ll never guess…

2006-04-17T18:14:00.000-07:00

You guys will NEVER guess who I ran into today!

The Journey Through Trauma

2006-04-17T18:08:00.000-07:00

L.A. Times dot com is publishing a Three Part Series on "The Journey Through Trauma". The presentation is a compilation of photographs with a narration describing the care our troops receive while fighting in Iraq.

http://www.latimes.com/news/nationworld/nation/la-wounded-day1-fl,0,748929.flash

Happy Birthday!

2006-04-16T18:04:00.000-07:00

Had some trouble shipping your gift:

Maybe you can just pick it up when you get home.

We love you!

fishdog, oatmellow, goose and stinky

A trip to the orphanages

2006-04-13T19:51:00.000-07:00

Yesterday I went with about 12 others to two orphanages in Tokmok, Kyrgyzstan. We traveled an hour and a half off base a couple of miles from Kazakhstan. It was one of the worst road trips I have ever taken due to the roads here suck all kinds of ass. 1000 times worse than any washed-out road in Arkansas. People in this country are the poorest I’ve seen yet: still with ass-drawn carts and all along the roads they have their livestock grazing, even in the city. NEW ORLEANS GOT OFF EASY! The nomads or gypsies stopped where they could just to grow sugar beets to sell so they could continue to move on.

These people have no running water and their homes are either the mobile huts or these homes made from mud and hay (adobe). It was real sad to me to see the kind of shape this country is in to be such a beautiful place. It seemed the ones with money were the ones with the horses, which they kept their reigns tied to their front legs so they wouldn’t run off (hobbling), damn sad… the cars they drove mostly were Audis and the old, and I mean OLD, models at that. Well, we arrived at the 1st orphanage and I had no idea what to expect except that these were kids from the ages of 6 to new born. Some had diseases, some were normal but abandoned. All were cute as hell. Some had cleft lips and no working legs (they scooted on their butt), a couple had Downs syndrome and they lived in very small and cold buildings. I have never been so thankful to have the children I do. We played with balloons and toys and just were there with them for about three hours. We dropped off a van full of boxes of clothes, diapers, medical stuff, blankets and various other things. And took a couple of the bunk beds to copy and build new sturdier ones. All of the children were very happy to see us and called all us guys papa. The ones that could, gave a hug in their own and some cried when we left.

It was then off to the 2nd orphanage, which was kind of like a boarding school for kids from 7 to, I think, 15. This place was about 20 miles from the 1st and right at the foot of the mountains. These kids mauled us when we got out of the vans. I felt like a rock star. They were all saying HELLO and just wanting to get a feel of us. Kind of nerve-racking for a bit but it was some of their first time to see Americans, especially Americans with gifts. After the initial visit was over we lined the kids up and unloaded another van full of much of the same as the first with the extra left over Mardigras beads and St. Patrick’s Day party hats. Of course all the little teen chickens flocked to me as they did back when. Mostly we all just hung out trying to learn each other's language. I did learn to say "hello" and "good bye," "bird," "mom," "dad," "bro", "sis" and a few other things, too. One of the kids, Azamat, the one wearing his prized Bone dew rag, was taking me around and showing me everything. This is tree, this is girlfriend, and he took to me where they had drawn circles all over the sidewalk and showed me how to play a game called "Ishtek." You play this with real back bones of a sheep or goat. NICE! Some one call PITA! Anyway, it is a lot like marbles except you flick these spine bones like a bottle cap. He was super nice and so were the rest of the youngsters. They wanted their picture taken badly and would beg to have you take them. So we are putting them all on a file and sending them to one of the Captains who will print them out so the kids can decorate their walls with them. After a long afternoon with them I got them all together with the help of our interpreter Sahvah, and had all of them say on the count of three, “I LOVE YOU, BONE”, this they did and it was awesome. More hugs and high-fives and we left and made the long trek home, or the base. I didn’t realize the impact this would have but this was an amazing day. I’m not the adopting type but if I was I know where I would start.

carolina t

2006-04-13T19:47:00.000-07:00

Go check out my brother's post about our kick-ass neice in North Carolina. She's a killer keeper on a championship team, so’s ya know. Go read about her now. Now I say! Or may the bluebird of happiness poop on your head!

How you say?... ah yes, "show."

2006-04-13T19:31:00.000-07:00

this is fishdog. it appears little brother is headed back to pete's for some more entertainment. see the flyer he forwarded:

The Fishdog n stuff

2006-04-10T21:11:00.000-07:00

I want to send a personal note to my bro fishdog for stepping up and posting my posts for me since, well, I'm over here and he is there. Dude, I love ya. I am able to get to my blog from time to time when I pay a fee here at the Green Bean Cafe. I know the name is odd and StinkyDog (Lee) I didn't make it up. Kinda fitting huh? LOL! The days are long and the nights are even longer but if you keep focused on the mission at hand time can fly.
I just exchanged some American cash for Kyrgyz cash, it's 40 som to 1 dollar. I have over 4000 som, you do the math, cause lord knows I can't count. Any thanks for the prayers and thoughts. And again bro, prish!

Whowah,
Bone

Snow and shorts

2006-04-09T08:33:00.000-07:00

Good day to all friends and family. More pics from the “life in a tent” series from beautiful Kyrgyzstan. We are enjoying some nice snow here today and howling wind. Its lovely….especially since the heater did not work in most of the med tent until about noon today. The weather here is a lot like back home, hot one day then snow the next. We Just got back from church and had a minute to write. We see all the damage caused by the storms on TV over here. Hope nobody sustained damage.

By the way, if you are wondering what we are doing in the wheel well of the ambulance we are demonstrating the FOD check (foreign object debris) removal. Seems like you spend more time outside the vehicle picking rocks out of the tires than you do driving. Oh, yeah—speed limit on base is 6 mph. At that speed you can’t even outrun the dust cloud the truck or gator stirs up. People walking at a brisk pace can pass you while you are in a vehicle!! When we get back to driving in the states it is going to feel like we’re driving NASCAR!!!

Stay well and God Bless.

MASH this aint

2006-04-08T19:13:00.000-07:00

Here are some pics of the emergency room, our play room, the lab, and mountain range around us.

Rockin’ (out of) the USA

2006-04-08T13:20:00.000-07:00

One of the cool things about being in the war zone is the folks that come and perform. Gina, a country band was here and then tonight was the punk band The Vandals was here rocking the joint at Peat's Place, our big moral center where we can have those two beers chill. I had the #9 tonight which is the 30 proof DDDDDDDDamn. I was buzzing off one of these, and forgot I was on call. Anyway when the pictures come I'll send them to you.

[this is fishdog: to help you folks get a sense of locale, i found a page where this guy wrote about his vacation in kyrgyzstan and it's full of pictures and such. check it out.]

Birthday abroad

2006-04-08T13:09:00.000-07:00

April twelfth is the day Captain Tolliver and I will celebrate our birthdays this year. The reason is because this is the day the base is celebrating April birthdays with steak and lobster, not to mention the Med. Group is taking a trip into Bishkek to play golf at the below mentioned…… I know it sucks to be me huh. Hope there are no land mines in the bunkers!!!

Just a 20 minute drive from the center of Bishkek, The Maple Leaf Golf and Country Club offers a challenging 3207 yards of golf. This 9-hole golf course has a spectacular view of the Tian Shan Mountains and a setting of tranquil beauty and fresh air. Created by a Canadian designer, this is the second golf course in Central Asia. Players can enjoy a challenging course with narrow fairways, lakes, smaller greens and more to give you a true test of your skill. For beginners a driving range and practice putting green area available. The club also offers a Pro Shop and Club House for your relaxation before and after your game.

Some shots of the course:

I’m here!

2006-04-08T12:00:00.000-07:00

[Note: my brother, fishdog, will be posting updates for me while I’m gone. Hope you enjoy them!]

Well I am finally here. We got here after being on a plane and seeing three sunrises and not being able to lay down anywhere. This air base is very small but essential in the fight on terror in Afghanistan. In the last month plus the last three days we have moved 50,000 troops thru. My job here with the 376^th Medical Group is an ER technician; we work in 12 hour shifts. Mainly we will deal with on base emergencies, but occasionally though highly unlikely go into the field. This base is surrounded by snow-capped mountains and the whether is the pretty much the same as home. It was 18 degrees just last week they say. It has been raining for the last two days. Other than being tired ass heck my spirits are up and I am very happy with my situation.

One of the Pittsburg Steelers Max Starks is here for a visit and once a week some high profile person or music group comes to visit. I am staying in a hard shelter so no tents except for the hospital. We have anything you can think of here to take care of people if need be. They even have Russian beer here, limited to 2 a day or 6 a week. One of these beers is 30 proof; don’t think I’ll go there. The food is good and hot and not out of a package which is a good thing. We have a gym so I hope to loose a little weight and get into shape while I’m here.

No need to worry if you are, things are great and will continue to stay this way.

Not dodging bullets,
Tony

My Job, in a nut shell!

2006-02-23T10:05:00.000-08:00

Since people have been asking what is that I really do I though I would put it out on my blog.
I work for a non-profit Organ Procurement Agency, ARORA. I am a Certified Tissue Bank Specialist (CTBS) which means I remove tissues from individuals who have become an organ and/or tissue donor.
(www.arora.org)

Do you actually take out the Bones and soft tissues they use for transplant? Yes. I recover the Bones and soft tissues for many reasons, mainly these grafts go to someone who has lost bone or soft tissue due to disease or trauma.

In this particular case, a femur was recovered and Processed for transplant(removing the blood and cells leaving only a lattice work type graft left).

The Bone marrow from the recipient is packed inside the donor's bone. And then the bone is placed inside the recipient's spine, so to fuse it together. It is held together with a plate screws. the bone ends will grow together and most often than not, be much stronger..

The patient is then closed and should heal very nicely. (www.mtf.org)

The Skin I recover is taken from the donor's legs, arms, abdomen and back and is used in some cases for burn victims, but, most of the skin I recover goes to those patients who have had a previous belly surgery and have herniated or got infected and they're own wound won't close so they use a full thickness piece, or many pieces of skin to close the wound and protect it. You see Skin remodels itself thus becoming an actual part of the host.

(www.lifecell.com)

There Are hundreds of Life-saving and life-enhancing tissue transplants. One tissue Donor could potentially help over a hundred people.

A lot of people either don't believe or don't care about Tissue and Organ donation. I say if you are the type of person who would want yourself or your family receive a transplant then you should donate as well.

I recover numerous other body parts for transplant, but my blog may not hold all of these and my fingers do get tired of typing ya see.

Look donation does not come at a good time. People have to die, it's God's will, nature or what ever you want to call it. Why not try and help those in need of a new or better life?

"Hell no, I aint giving nothing, I come in this world with my parts and I aim to leave it the same way." Boy! That's using your head. Hey Idiot...yeah you! What the hell are you going to do with your body when your dead? Huh? Exactly... Nothing.

Look, I know I seem a little miffed, but is only because this job is not just a job, it is a belief in the good of mankind and I still have hope that good prevails. All I ask is to quit using your fear of surgery, religion, myths or whatever else you use to say no and educate yourself on the benefits of donation. That's all I'm saying. Educate yourself. And whatever you decide, LET YOUR FAMILY KNOW YOUR CHOICE, it will be they're final decision, and your last chance to do something good towards life.

OOT,

Bone

remember being a kid

2006-02-21T12:07:00.000-08:00

We survived being born to mothers who smoked and/or drank while they carried us.
They took aspirin, ate blue cheese dressing, tuna from a can, and didn't get tested for diabetes.
Then after that trauma, our baby cribs were covered with bright colored lead-based paints.
We had no childproof lids on medicine bottles, doors or cabinets and when we rode our bikes, we had no helmets, not to mention, the risks we took hitchhiking.
As children, we would ride in cars with no seat belts or air bags.
Riding in the back of a pick up on a warm day was always a special treat.
We drank water from the garden hose and NOT from a bottle.
We shared one soft drink with four friends, from one bottle and NO ONE actually died from this.
We ate cupcakes, white bread and real butter and drank soda pop with sugar in it, but we weren't overweight because
WE WERE ALWAYS OUTSIDE PLAYING!
We would leave home in the morning and play all day, as long as we were back when the streetlights came on.
No one was able to reach us all day. And we were O.K.
We would spend hours building our go-carts out of scraps and then ride down the hill, only to find out we forgot the brakes. After running into the bushes a few times, we learned to solve the problem.
We did not have Playstations, Nintendo's, X-boxes, no video games at all, no 99 channels on cable, no video tape movies, no surround sound, no cell phones, no personal computers, no Internet or Internet chat rooms..........WE HAD FRIENDS and we went outside and found them!
We fell out of trees, got cut, broke bones and teeth and there were no lawsuits from these accidents.
We ate worms and mud pies made from dirt, and the worms did not live in us forever.
We were given BB guns for our 10th birthdays, made up games with sticks and tennis balls and although we were told it would happen, we did not put out very many eyes. We rode bikes or walked to a friend's house and knocked on the door or rang the bell, or just yelled for them!
Little League had tryouts and not everyone made the team. Those who didn't had to learn to deal with disappointment. Imagine that!!
The idea of a parent bailing us out if we broke the law was unheard of. They actually sided with the law!
This generation has produced some of the best risk-takers, problem solvers and inventors ever!
The past 50 years have been an explosion of innovation and new ideas.
We had freedom, failure, success and responsibility, and we learned HOW TO DEAL WITH IT ALL!

You might want to share this with others who have had the luck to grow up as kids, before the lawyers and the government regulated our lives for our own good.
and while you are at it, forward it to your kids so they will know how brave their parents were.
Kind of makes you want to run through the house with scissors, doesn't it?!

OOT
Bone

Creepy Grumpy"s Guy

2006-02-17T10:23:00.000-08:00

So I was out last night with two of my female companions, we'll leave them unnamed for legality purposes okay. I refer to them as Nationwide and Bustuh Nutt. Anywhoo we were at a local bar, Grumpy's, sippen down the suds and ritas. We all know what its like to see a creepy dude or chic steering at you someplace. Usually I'm the the one doing the oogling. We got the Olympics, dancing with the stars (by the way Stacey Keebler needs me to man handle her), and espn on the TV's surrounding all the tables. Nationwide is opposite me and bustuh is to my right. Bustuh starts to act a little freaked out and we can't figure W.T.F. she is freaking about. Well after a few minutes she like says "holy shit what the F- are staring at buddy". Obviously Nation and I pop our heads over a few tables and there he is, like ugly naked guy in Friends, steering right at bustuh as if to say, "suck me beautiful". Dude I am laughing my ass off. Have you seen, okay take Gorge Castanza mix him with a little of Rocky from Mask and here is Creepy Grumpy's Guy. It looked like he needed a bibb to hold back the drool. Dude freaked us out all night to the point we were going to change seats just to keep from looking at him. This goggle eyed bastard payed his check and stayed around for another 30 er so minutes. We couldn't figure out who he was really looking at me or the ladies.

Well creepy left and we continued to partake in the beverage a bit more. The girls were boring the hell out of me. JJ ladies. We left Grumpy's and the girls went home to do whatever and whomever they do. I however went to Burger King. Walked in this place and there he was. CREEPY GRUMPY'S GUY. You know being alone with any creepy person is bad enough being the only two people in Burger King is f-ed up. Lets just say that dude wasn't entirely looking at Bustuh or Nationwide. That's right ladies he wanted the Bone Man. Sometimes it is flattering for a dude say you look good while your out or in a club, but to have a freak of nature ask if you want some of the Dairy Queen's shake. Well lets just say dude was either getting the shit kicked out of him or I was getting a free meal.......................... I bought my own food by the way.

I only tell you, the good people, this so you will keep your eyes out for these mutants. They feed on the pretty people. They are everywhere to. So keep your eyes peeled and mace cocked cause these folks is like roaches, they won't die or go away and they spread some nasty freeaking diseases.

This has been a message from " The Bone Man"
oot

Hey Miss Crow eat a cheaseburger

2006-02-10T10:43:00.000-08:00

Okay, I sadly watched the Grammys the other night and wasn't entertained at all. For the most part it was allright, but damn, Madonna what the hell were you thinking!

She looks hot for 50 or something but this suit looks like she stole it from a muppet. And hey, nice frog leggs...... WTF

Now Terri Hatcher still looked good as well as Alicia Keys. Actually Alicia is probably one of the hottest entertainers around.

and Christine Agulara,

You sounded good but you like Cindy Lauper and I kept wanting you to sing True Colors.....

But you Miss Sheryl Crow you need to eat a freaking Cheaseburger er two. I would show a picture of you but it would look like a capital I.

I can't believe I am writting about this sh-t and then posted pictures, and am feeling quite gay (not that there is anything wrong with that)so I'm just gonna stop.

OOT

Bone

Ode to the Meat Poet.........Tootles Frank

2006-02-09T11:14:00.000-08:00

Sorry bout the absence of entries.
I lost my Uncle Frank last week and have been gone.
He was a 48 yr old man and the Baby Brother to my Mother. He died an untimely death and left behind A beautiful Wife and Daughter. But, I can assure you he is in a place we all hope to go.

so just bare with me.

Ode to the Meat Poet:

Many tears have been shed.
Many hearts have been fed.

If you look deep in the soul you'll find where time stands still,
even if for a moment.
For some it's the gaze of eyes from the perfect ten,
for others it's the perfect catch scoring the winning touchdown.
Last week, it was the gasp of my Aunt as you passed.
It was the remembrance of your laugh with that cheesy ass smile.
It was seeing the windows to your soul finally close.
The sound of the vent as it shut off.
But mainly, it has stopped knowing your legend will live on.

Many tears have been shed!

If you reach deep into your gutz, you'll find the warmth of the kiss
that caused your first "butterfly" effect.
This is where laughter begins and ends.
Your true feelings explode fourth in this place.
Not the heart, but the gut is where you'll find love, the way to at least my heart.
You tackled this feeling and shared it with all to enjoy.
You did this with your hands, God's tools.
You filled many guts with some amazing home cooking.
The laughter you caused lingers on like your homemade pecan pies.

Many gutz have been fed!

I call you the Meat Poet due to the care you gave to your briskette.
The time you took to bath your ribs or baste your birds or bake your beans.
A poet puts forth a ton of time and effort to perfect his er her skills so
they can share life's most intimate secrets with those who choose to read their work.
You showed this ambition to every thing you fixed and everyone you touched.
Your trimmings made many of your family and friends wish they were eating on cloud.
You showed this same passion towards man kind, specially family.
you were a mentor and a hero to me.

Many hearts have been fed!

I will miss all about you my brotha!
Tootles Frank, I love you.

Bone

Finally!

2006-01-31T11:27:00.000-08:00

Well, I finally did it. Yup, it's all good now. I have taken my, what used to be Christmas tree, holiday Symbol down and stowed it away till next year. My kids were happy about this because now they have a place to sit and watch the TV. I also moved into my..............................
Hold up!.....Wait a damn min!.... Did I just write holiday Symbol? WHAT THE F-CK WAS I THINKING? Have I been slowly drained of anything of sense? This is bullsh-t! This has got to stop. Call me a redneck or whatever you want but this pisses me off! If I have any friends or family that believes in this, you can KISS MY ASS! It absolutely shreds a whole right in the middle of my guts to even think that this country has been reduced to this. Look I'm tired of the commercialism of all our holidays, but changing names just so you don't offend a few, A FEW, people. What's next calling our great Flag a dye n processed cotton sheet on a stick? Pull the, wanting to please everybody, outta your ass. Some things should not change. I'm a Christian...Well not active, but none the less a high moral man, and I have no trouble putting myself in others shoes to see or feel what others go thru, but I can't for the life of me get this crap....... Holy Sh-t it is time for some of you out there to grow a sack. If you wanna fly a rebel flag, do it. If you wanna celebrate Kwanza, do it. Hell, if you wanna shove a gerbil up a man's hairy ass while you watch Humpback Mountain, do it. This is why I serve for this country. But I can tell you now, I'll not serve for those of you who choose holiday over what they are meant to be.
wwwwwwwwwwhhhhhhhhhhhheeeeeeeeeeeeeeeewwwwwwwww I'm f-cking hot.
>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>
Anyway, as I was saying, I finally moved into my bed room. This has taken me two years to do. Ya see I just recently got a TV and put it in my room. Now my babies can play their games and watch a movie while I watch my porn...JJ...LOL! Not while they are there. The first day I had this TV me and the girls stayed in bed all day and watched movies and played Disney's trivia game. It was awesome....... Just thought you would want to know..
Bone

Late Night Events

2006-01-26T11:51:00.000-08:00

So last night I get home from doing a little shopping at Wally World, ya see I didn't get to go out and have a drink er two or do a little dance and make a little love, and got a few of the standard BS things you need to survive. Have you ever gone thru the self checkout row. Maybe I'm a DORK but every time I go thru it, it seems I gotta wait on the Wal Mart checkout lady. This lady is always pissed, freaking slow as hell, smelly and more often then not rude as hell. This plus sized female started yanking the crap I was trying to buy otta my hand saying "let me do dis shit, hearuh you just move back N let me doos it". Okay, under normal circumstances I would retaliate by behaving the same way back but last night I was tired and felt like f-cking with her. Mr. F-cking Stupid came out.............. Dude I had this woman so friggiin pissed. I couldn't find the change slot, I couldn't open the plastic bags (shit they always stick together and you go home with sixteen extra sacks). I also fell into the category of nottuh espeaking uhengish to bery whale. I had this Mrs. Press on Hair ready to beat my ass to the point the "after hour" cop was starting to walk over to see what was the commotion. Needless to say, I purchased five items that took 15 er so minutes just to check out. Finally when the sh-t stopped I was walking out the store when the "cop" stopped me in the breezeway. He asked if I was okay. I, in plain good ole boy English, told him everything was fine with me but the checkout lady may need a chair cause her BP was high I'm sure. After listening to me for a sec he soon realized that I full of sh-t and thought the hole thing was hilarious.
So I get to my house and started to relax and ponder on what had transpired throughout the day when I decided to put the movie Wedding Crashers in to entertain myself while being lazy on the couch. I highly recommend this film if you haven't seen it. Rachel McAdams is stunning in this. She kind of reminds me of a smaller version of Jennifer Garner.
well for some reason I can't up-load the pics I wanted to so you'll just have to take my word for it..........This was a nice way to escape from the everyday bullsh-t that goes on. Two thumbs from me.

Bone

Different Faces in Different places.

2006-01-20T10:45:00.000-08:00

This is me at the age of 20. We had just shot a short film.
I later used the same make-up to do stand up comedy as
a dirty old man.
I actually look like my Great Uncle Bill!

Me and some friends in subways in New York Posing like we bad.
Okay we look like DORKS.

Me and some buds at CBGB,
birth place of Punk, in
New York rocking out with the
lead singer of Joker Five Speed.

Telling the kids they Kicked all kinds of ass
in their baseball game. My baby #10 hit a triple in this game..............

Again in New York thinking could go watch
Letterman, only to find out he aint freakin live.
The shit is taped in the afternoon. Atleast the hotties next to me wanted me..
Oh! Did they want me!

In Chicagofrom my hotel room.
The funny thing you don't see is I'm
butt ass neckid from the waist down.
c-mon you know you likey.

See the fly on my nose, look real hard and maybe get closerif you need to. Dumb ass this is me looking like an idiot at a Twisters game.

ORGASM FACE!!!!!
Ladies don't be scared, I'm copying yours! LOL

At my office frustrated as hell, can you tell it is staged.

Match Making, whut thuh--------

2006-01-18T16:14:00.000-08:00

Why does anyone intentionally try to set up friends of theirs? Most of the time those of us who are, lets say, " NOT F-ING MARRIED ", really don't want, and hopefullly don't need, you to waiste a night of sweet couch marrinating to go have a drink and be forced to try and conversate with a total stranger who you have just met and probably wouldn't speak to you otherwise. 90% of these gut wrenching pathetic attempts to love or lust just simply don't work. Now I'll admit in the last few weeks, okay months, my "good friends", I guess have been either feeling sorry for me or think it is just funny as shit to watch stupid human tricks live instead of on Letterman. In the history of dating these dates have ranked up there with jamming your shin in the coffee table or sitting on the toilette one to find out that the seat is up. SPLASH! On a rare exception the women are attractive, proportioned, hilarious, very interested in you or uhhh not married. On these occasions is where I generally and royally show my ass. Let's take for instance, one night, My good friend Ondiwear happened to play this little match game with me, with out me knowing, M-ther F-cker!!!!!!!!!!!!! I had just had one of the absolute crapiest days a dude can have. Basically wearing PJs and a damn long sleeve undershirt and a t-shirt that said " Hooter Chics Dig Me". Regular freaking Picasso. I am to meet her friend who was having a birthday that day and who has also had a crappy day. So I reluctantly venture to joint where we are to be joined in "holly matrimony". Now Ondiwear is a very attractive and hot evil vixen herself who is absolutely adorable so this evening should be okay. Well to cut this off a little, in walks this absolutely gorgeous women with a smile great enough to charm the most dedicated men. Dude she had this outrageously awesome figure, her choice of style rivals any woman on Sex in the City, and her hair was glowing even when she was out of the light. Very, very attractive. She had this little country twang to her voice, which to me is like angelic voices in a choir, and she was wearing these glasses that seemed to invite you in to her aura but only a little bit. So there was mystery there! Anyway, you can see that she is already outta my league, and yoh, I aint no frickin sloutch, even though I wasn't exactly looking my best. The evening started a little slow but was very fun later. This may not have been a good example to use cause this night actually worked out. Ondi snuck T's phone number to me by way of a text that read "damn yer sexy" with T's phone as if to start some sh-t. We later moved to another place and had more Chattin and then finally left. But all in all I had a great night.

I was going to bitch but Ondi, with her sexy little ass, pulled this one out. Thanks dear for such a great night, but you do that sh-t again and I'll Kick your ass. And T, maybe just maybe darlin!!!!!!!!!

Bone

On the Bayou

2006-01-10T12:44:00.000-08:00

This particular adventure of mine was when hurricane Katrina and Rita Showed their nutz and destroyed or severely damaged close to 90,000 square miles of this land we call our home. Now When I was activated to go for the relief efforts I had no idea what was going on in New Orleans except that thousand upon thousands of people were either stranded, dead or missing. I was one of the first to show up at my guard unit and later sat in a mtg with the rest of us going down south. You would have thought we were going to a war zone. I'm a medic so when it comes to the aide of others I'm all about it, but, when it comes to flood waters and total devastation, lets just say this is new to me. I've seen and been thru tornadoes but a hurricanes, nope. WE loaded up thirty plus trucks and headed down to boot. 25 to 55 mph the entire way, well it took a long ass time to get there. Once the state line was crossed you could immediately notice the affect this storm had on the people of Mississippi and Louisiana. Gas station after gas station were mattered with hundreds of cars in very long lines, some over couple of miles, and other gas stations closed cause they had no gas left. All who were in lines had barrels jugs and whatever else they could put gas in. All were happy to see us roll thru town ( awesome feeling). We stayed the first night in Jackson, Mississippi on the concrete floor of an airplane hanger, then woke up the next morning after about five hours of sleep and proceeded to New Orleans. This was the tell tell sign of things to come for as we were leaving you could notice hundreds of trees snapped or completely blown over and all of them were lying towards the coast. This was weird to me due to the fact most damage goes the way storms go and this was not the case. I later learned that Jackson was on the southern end of Katrina so the wind was blowing towards the coast. After miles and mile's of downed trees and powerlines we stopped for a brief moment to gather ourselves. We were getting reports of shootings, rapes, and other Hyannis acts so it was time to put our game faces on. The damage was getting worse and you were starting to see the first signs of water.

We were getting closer and closer to the ravaged city and fully prepared to defend any citizen who was in distress and ourselves if needed. It took a good while to get into the city due to the relief vehicles and buses that were already transporting and aiding these storm victims. No cell phones were working so communication was practically shit. It was kinda cool counting the gators as we rolled in. Now upon arriving in the Bowl you could smell the smell that only the turd of turds would let off, kinda mix between wet popcorn and freshly layed piles of the nastiest diarrhea ever let out of person. We halted at a naval base and sent several security forces and medics to the dome and convention center. The rest of us were to turn an elementary school bldg into a make shift base camp.

Luckily for me I was in charge of turning a Spanish classroom into a mock clinic for the military. Mostly took care of dehydration issues, but had to send a few people back home for other ailments.

I was not witness to any of the horrible things that happened but did see the aftermath of this and downtown looked like a city dump when it was said and done. We later left the Elementary school and headed to Kenner just over from the 17th street canal. We took base at Grace King High School in Kenner where we met up with other military folks. From here we started going door to door looking for victims, handing out water and taking notes on what needs to be accomplished for life to resume. I went to local hospitals, that were equally in distress, and obtained phone numbers for all essential evacs if needed be, found out the type of patient they were accepting and their treatment capabilities. From this we we were able to help numerous folks get at least some type of aide. We were also doing ride along with fire depo. And pulling security for docs and rns making house calls. Ya see, some of the ASSHOLES were stealing medical equipment, badges, drugs or anything they thought would help them. Hell they were firing upon the actuall rescuers, what frickin morons these people were.

From here also we had to enrobe in the good ole tivex suits when going door to door in some areas due to we had no idea what was down there. This particular neighborhood was a very upscale ritzy place. These homes were not spared. Some of the worst damage I got to see, man holes were the color of orange vests and the mold and water damage was like nothing I have ever seen.

We then went and set our base camp in a hospital that had been evacuated, looted and served as a home for many people trying ride out the storm. This place was in as much ruin as most everywhere else. From here we were able to continue to visit homes but with the added clinic. We gave close to 10,000 shots and helped this short staffed clinic deal with the over abundance of injuries. The Staff here was amazing to work with.

We also got to build sand bags after Rita came in and destroyed other levies. This was some of the hardest work we did cause it was non stop filling and building. Some of us flew out to the levies and actually placed the bags while numerous helicopters dropped them. These bags weighed from 3 to 4,000 lbs. This seemed to go on for days.

Right before we left we got to go into the city yet again and this is where I saw the most horrific things. Houses that were under 13 to 20 feet of water thousands of cars that were left stranded and even Six Flaggs was basically gone.

Real Men - the Dying Breed - a bitch session

2006-01-06T10:13:00.000-08:00

Why is it most women say they want a man who is romantically intelligent, sensitive to needs of the ladies, one who will spoil and shower them with love, when what they really want is either a man loaded with cash or one who will knock them around a bit in bed and on the head. Do I sound a little bit bitter? I mean c-mon, these women need to pull their head out of there asses. I am trying to find a woman that will actually say what the hell is on her mind "not you Mel", do what they say, is independent, and isn't afraid to fight for what she believes in and finally doesn't need to throw a ton of makeup on to the gas station. Is it so hard to tell a man to kiss your ass or, well, kiss your ass. Is a man who cries during exiting parts of sports and emotional turns in movies part of a dying breed? Is a man who likes to have conversation, spoon and worship the body a woman such a bad thing? Look some of you women don't want the "relationship" and that is cool with me. I can easily appeal to most of the desired needs except treating you like shit. If you ladies want a bad man who will treat you like a pile then have fun. But don't go complaining that your feelings were hurt, and why can't a man just love me for me. Bitch all you want is money and someone to be your little errand boy. It's women like that who take all the good ladies who aren't happily married, throw them in a time capsule and give the rest a frickin bad name. And, it's those panty munching, insecure, little dick bastards that give the few of us real guys a bad name. Stop trying to get most of your ego stroked and your implants payed for and start listening a little more to the few of us who are honest and actually care whether or not you had a good day.

It's apparent by now that you can tell I haven't had the best of luck with women lately, but, it is women that drive most men to become better men. I for one have made my share of mistakes, and I'll be the first to admit when I was younger I was a total jerk and wanna be MACDADDY. I got a ton more play in those days, but you know, becoming an adult has actually been more challenging and much more fun. Adult women have become my desire, not the playboy or hooter models. Acting like a child is fun but let's face it, My kids don't need one of there own to learn from. Life is much too hard these days.

Now having said all this there is still a few things I would like to mention about the adult ladies out there who are looking for a good man. What's with the plain Jane missionary position? C-mon we all know that sex doesn't have to be the driving force to a relationship but it would be nice to take to the bedroom, or wherever, like frenzy of blood thirsty wolves. Not that anyone needs to get hurt, but swinging from the ceiling would be nice. A women who actually wants to make her partner feel good and change things up is at the top of my list. I'm not asking for a stripper or porn star, but, acting as such from time to time aint bad. Your not a dirty women for doing this. Let me take you and give you several reason to pass smooth out. Let me prepare you a extraordinary dish to feast on while you lay in the bath soaking in the hot bubbly abyss. Let me be the one to pull you out of the water lay you the bed and caress your body with exotic oils and pedals of roses. Let me be the one to lessen the tension from your lower back to your toes and then to your shoulders and neck. Let me be the one to then put my mouth on your body in ways you've only dreamed of. Let me drive into you the pleasure you have searched for but not found. Let me be the one to hold you tight to my body till we both fall to an exhausting sleep. Let me be the one to wake you in the morning with a gentle kiss to the coroner of your cheek and ask if your hungry. And finally, let me be the one to tell you to have a wonderful day and that I'll be thinking of you till the next time we meet.

All I'm trying to say is let me be the one.

Bone out.

2006-01-05T10:31:00.000-08:00

me being eaten alive be the little bones..........

2006-01-05T10:13:00.000-08:00

Here are some pictures from some of my excersions from the past.

Here is a nice little picture of two lovely girls and myself from a trip to one of Arkansas' theme parks.

Circus freaks----------

Light the fires

2006-01-05T08:01:00.000-08:00

Welcome to my Blog.

I understand that this has been highly anticipated.
Now millions of nay sayers can come and rejoice at the "Church of Bone". Ya see, this being my first weblog, I along with you can venture into sanctum known as Bone. I can write anything I want, say what I want, do what I want, feel what I want, and this my friends should scare the living scaramoos out of ya.

let me first start by introducing myself to you. My name is Tony, but all who know me call me Bone.
I now what your thinking, why Bone? This is a fair question. The answer is as simple as how they got cream filling in a Hostes Twinkie. Anyway, you didn't come here to read about me just read my thoughts.

So without further adieu, here are just a few of my first thoughts:

I can't understand why Managers send in relief at the bottom of the 8th with a 6 run lead.
If the 2 minute offense works why not use it the entire game, works for Payton.
Why don't women make men show them their plumage and make them dance around in competition like the exotic wild birds of the rain forrest.
Why don't men jump on the oppertunnity to do the above.

Anyway, enough for now.

Have a great new year and welcome again to my weblog.

Things just might get very interesting in the future.