About 4:30 PM CST on New Year's Eve, I tuned in to the Internet stream of "the hottest radio station" in Bavaria, Germany. Like a lot of other European radio stations, they play 'Auld Lang Syne' just before midnight, and after airing the sounds of church bells at midnight, they play 'The Blue Danube Waltz'. (It was always a tradition in my family growing up to play these two songs around midnight.) In the half hour leading up to the playing of 'Auld Lang Syne', I didn't hear any DJ speak. So, I took a look at this station's studio webcam. There was no one in the place. It was on computer! Just before midnight, three people walked into the studio, looked at the clocks on the wall, shook hands at midnight, and left. They could have been cleaning people for all I know. Yet, Paul Marx did KBON's program on New Year's Eve live.
This morning (1/2/09) I heard Paul Marx still talking about the fun he had doing a live radio program on New Year's Eve. Then, it dawned on me. Just as many people in Acadiana with "real jobs" get together to play music, Paul Marx likes to put on a good radio program for a hobby. This is such a rarity today, for there are so few people who have the keys to a radio station and can walk in and do what they love to do without getting permission.
Could this show get any better? Have a live audience. Except you can't drink in a radio station studio. Perhaps KBON should explore running cables over the rooftops to Nick's on 2nd Street. There are now party DJ's who use laptap computers to playback recordings at a social function. Back to the Future - radio broadcasts from a hotel ballroom or restaurant on New Year's Eve.
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Has anyone ever tried those Green Bags that are supposed to keep your fruits and vegetables fresh weeks longer than traditional storage methods? My mom bought some. Her bananas looked great on the outside for quite a while but the insides ripened just as fast as ever. I'm right now trying the aluminum foil method of storing celery. I don't know that it works any better than the plastic bag it comes in. But this is garden celery so there is not a plastic bag. And what about Dawn dishwashing liquid? I think it used to work much better than it does now. I used to be able to wash a whole sink full of dishes and still get the greasy pans clean. Not anymore. Now I'm lucky to get half the load of dishes done before i have to add more Dawn. I wrote a letter to P&G last night to complain. My mom tried that with the Cherokee clothing brand you get at Target. She bought a t-shirt and after washing it became very short and very wide. So she complained about the quality compared to what she paid for it. They sent her a hat. Oh, and get this! My husband thought he was going to save a bunch of money by buying zipper close storage bags at the convenience store for $1.00 a box. He was so proud of his purchase. I was going to use one that night and guess what - the bags were sealed shut all the way around! We laughed so hard. I wrote to the company to mention it to them but never heard back from them. I was going to mail the whole box of them but thought they might think it a criminal intent so I didn't do it. I did hear back from the makers of the Banana Flip. We like them immmensely and wondered why we could no longer find them in the stores. Unfortunately, they don't make them anymore but was assured the bakery in my area would be contacted to let them know of my concerns. I though that was quite nice. I should write to Bissel one day, too. I bought one of those Spot Lifters they made. First off, it cost like 50 bucks. Secondly, after reading the instructions realized that it would only work for 5 minutes at a crack and had to be charged for 24 hours between uses. If that wasn't bad enough, it quit working after only about ten uses. I couldn't take it back to the store because I'd already had it longer than a year (but not much longer). But the thing is, I hardly used it. So with great trepidation I bought their Little Green Clean Machine. i got a deal on it at Kmart during their employee and family "appreciation" day sale. That and my employee discount. Kmart bites but that's another blog for another time.
We, that is my husband and I, were looking through our basement storage area one day. Speaking of products you love to dislike. We found some very interesting 70's camping gear. One thing was a "shower". It was like a bag with a hose on it. We found the fore-runner of today's travel mug. This is a thin plastic coffee cup whose base slides into a holder and attaches to your dash with foam tape. We also found a metal detector. I don't know who in their right mind would use this thing much less lug it around. It comes with a separate battery box that holds not 3 or 4 but FIFTEEN "D" cell batteries. The actual unit also takes a bunch of "AA"s. Can you imagine the cost and the weight of that thing? Ah, memory lane! Oh and we also found an Epi-Lady. This is an electric unit for removing unwanted hair by means of a large angry-looking coil. I think i'll mail it to my friend, DeeAnne, for Christmas. She just turned 50 not that long ago and is complaining of suddenly having unwanted hair on her upper lip. She's the one who brought me to Jazz Fest in the first place and gave me my first taste of Louisiana. We laughed so much and had so much fun.
From: Jim Dukes [mailto:jdukes37@hotmail.com]
Sent: Friday, September 19, 2008 7:29 AM
To: paul@kbon.com
Subject: God Bless You Paul Marx
Paul,
I want to echo your comments in your letter entitled, "I AM CONCERNED". I applaud you for your courage and honesty in telling it like it is. I am also fed up with people who not only expect somebody to run to their assistance every time something happens, but actually demand it today. Three years after Katrina, people are still griping and complaining about the free camper provided to them because it is not being big enough, nice enough, or is making them sick.
I am retired from the US Forest Service, one of several cooperating agencies with FEMA. I was in an emergency incident management job and worked many disasters during my career, including Hurricane Andrew that devastated coastal Louisiana, especially Franklin and New Iberia, in 1992. FEMA used to be charged with disaster recovery, now, after Katrina and the ensuing politics, FEMA has had to take on first responder duties and worse of all, become a welfare agency. I saw FEMA unfairly criticized during Katrina for simply doing it's job as tasked by law...but, that was not good enough for folks who will not help themselves.....and they are still doing it. Just today, I saw an article in the Town Talk entitled, "FEMA Criticized for Hurricane Response"...and right there in the second paragraph..."FEMA wasn't bringing ice, water, and meals fast enough...." Momma used to say, "That's enough to make a preacher cuss!, why, they should be thankful that they are getting ice, water and food at all!"
Katrina has basically ruined, not only New Orleans, but our great state of Louisiana. It is time to turn this around. I totally agree that if people in a shelter are too lazy to unload their own truck, then they deserve to perish, as harsh as that may seem.
As for the Red Cross, I vowed never to contribute to them again after what they did in Jena during the Jena Six march a while back. They handed out free water and snacks to the 20,000 anarchists who were bussed into Jena demanding the release of the guilty six, but that's not why I got upset. I got upset when the Red Cross asked for donations to replenish the supplies they had given to the marchers. This march was neither an emergency, nor a disaster and the participants had weeks to prepare for their trip....knowing all along they would need food and water while in Jena and would not buy it from local businesses...instead, they demanded it be supplied to them....and the mess they left behind in Jena took weeks to clean up.
I didn't mean to get carried away here. Again, I want to thank you for your letter. It accurately reflects the feelings of the vast majority of folks, not only in Louisiana, but all across this great nation.
Thank you too, for KBON. We are Louisiana Proud and we listen, at least some, everyday, via the internet. We are so addicted that I found a way to stream KBON as we drive down the highway, using a Sprint broadband modem in our motorhome, a router and a small FM transmitter that transmits to the dash radio so we can really hear the music. Taking a trip used to mean KBON withdrawal, but no more....now we take KBON with us on the road!
GOD BLESS AMERICA, GOD BLESS LOUISIANA, AND GOD BLESS YOU, PAUL ! You are a Great American!
Jim and Mary Beth Dukes
Pineville, LA
IN GOD WE TRUST
GOD Bless America
-------Original Message-------
I AM CONCERNED
By: Paul Marx
Owner of " Louisiana Proud" KBON 101.1FM
NOTE: Just so this is not interpreted to be a "racist" observation, let me make it clear that this writing refers to ALL races!!
What is going on? Why do some people feel that everyone else, including the government, owes them?? It seems that there are some people who think that is cases of emergencies they automatically become everyone else's responsibility and have none of their own? That needs to change!!
For Hurricane Gustave, I saw the vast majority of the people who were getting on evacuation buses, knowing there was a few hours of bus ride ahead of them, do so EMPTY HANDED! Not even a bottle of water for themselves or even their little children! They've had days to prepare, but they prepared nothing! How about a couple of sandwiches for the trip? No.
I watched the news and saw people complain about the place they had been evacuated to being "filthy" with trash! Many of those complainers are sitting or lying on cots furnished to them. Well, I'm sure it's not the volunteer workers who dirtied the place. My advice is get off your asses and clean up!!
For one of the past hurricanes, I received a phone call at KBON 101.1FM radio from an evacuation center in Opelousas . Keep in mind, this center had several hundred evacuees housed there for their safety. Well, the caller explained to me that there was an 18 wheeler that arrived with water, meals and other supplies, and asked if I would announce that they needed volunteers to help unload the truck. I have to tell you, I lost it. "You mean to tell me that you have hundreds of evacuees in that building and you want me to ask someone to leave their house and their family to come and unload THEIR truck?", I asked. Before the person could answer I recommended "I'll tell you what to do. Go inside and tell them the truck is there and needs to be unloaded and that you need volunteers. If no one offers to help, you simply lock up the back of the 18 wheeler and tell it to go somewhere else where it will be more appreciated".
I had another situation (I don't recall from where) that troubled me just as much. I recall this was a place with a couple hundred people. I received a call and was asked to announce that they needed volunteers to help serve meals. My advice again to that caller was to get some volunteers among the evacuees and if they refused, then simply don't serve food.
I am concerned that the day will come when we will have a lot of trouble finding anyone willing to open it's doors to the people who need to evacuate, and I cannot blame them if they choose to not make evacuees welcome. They have nothing to gain by doing so. People come into centers, halls, etc. and practically trash the place. They complain to the press about not being comfortable, the place being dirty, not liking the food, not getting water often enough, and more. Then they leave the place in filth!!
I am concerned that the day will come when people will not volunteer to leave their home and families to go and "wait on" people who have absolutely no appreciation of them and what they are doing to help. Imagine volunteering to help someone out of the goodness of your heart and not only, not being appreciated, but being criticized for your service. Personally, I'd rather stay home with my family than give my time to such ungrateful people and would not blame anyone for feeling the same way.
I saw on the news recently where the Red Cross was having problems getting donations to help the people hurricane Gustave victims in our area. Could it be that people around the country are seeing the "whiners" and the "unappreciative" and just don't feel like giving to such people, knowing it will not be appreciated? It's my belief that the American people are great, kindhearted and generous people, and are very willing to help people who are trying to help themselves but I think more & more of us Americans are feeling less & less generous to people who just don't appreciate it. It's important to know that no one owes you anything. It's important to know that people will help you a lot faster when they see you trying to help yourself.
I am concerned, and you should be too.
God bless America, God bless Louisiana and God bless you!
Paul Marx
KBON 101.1FM
I discovered KBON online the other day and haven't signed up for a KBONClub membership, but I definately plan to. I think it's worth it.. and I'm not one who usually likes to spend money, lol!
I don't know exactly what I expect to find here but I am looking forward to fun, friends and good music!
I have another blog located at http://www.onairdj.com/blog.html and my most recent post there talks about what is so wrong with alot of radio stations these days! (KBON is not included in that thought.... my blog is about radio stations who aren't local and doing it all wrong!!
Last Saturday (Nov. 15) Paul Marx changed the name of his 12 Noon - 6 PM Saturday afternoon program "The Louisiana Music Show" to "Saturday Afternoon Live". He is again playing an extremely wide variety of music. During the program, he talked about his previous nightclub work, and DJ'ing. He also gave his vision for the new program.
Those people who remember the Saturday show Paul did early in 2008 called "The Party" will find it is an improved version of that program. It really is theater of the mind, where you can imagine him DJ'ing in a nightclub, spinning dance music as well as local Louisiana favorites.
In a time when several radio corporations are doing so poorly their stock has been delisted by major stock exchanges and many radio stations now turn on the computer Saturday afternoons, Paul is in the house, crackin' people up and making great radio. Tune in if you get the chance. And if you have a favorite song you enjoyed hearing in the clubs back in the day, contact Paul and suggest he play it. There are some great songs that haven't been played in years and most people forgot about them. Some have not withstood the test of time. For those that did, do your fellow listeners a favor and suggest them.
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I need to get out more often! I see I only post once a month. In the past month not much has happened. My husband got laid off (again) but hopefully for not very long. He's now doing some construction work for a guy that drives him nuts (talks way too much and is always in the way). In return for his first job with him he got a boat. A nice boat, too. In return for this current job, he's getting a '93 Executive Edition Lincoln Town Car. We're going to try to sell it immediately and pay off my truck. What a relief that will be. In other news, Project Feeder Watch through the Cornell Ornithology Lab begins next month and continues through April. I received my materials the other day and can't wait to start. We've had quite a few ducks in the yard every morning.The decoys I put in the pond seem to have a calming effect on them. This morning we had 20 with the males in various states of plumage. The other day we even had a male Black Duck. Naturally i took a lot of pictures of him. We've also had an injured female Mallard. A hunting accident no doubt. My husband keeps threatening to shoot them and I keep threatening to make him sleep in the garage if he does. He says he'd be okay with that because he has a stereo with satellite radio, a beer fridge, heat and all of his tools. And on top of all this, we also have a new turd, I mean kitten. We call her Little Bits. She likes to go for shoulder rides and sleep on our necks. She keeps beating up the dog's bed and eating her food. Work at the store is going well and I no longer have to work the 4 PM - Midnight shift very often. Yay. We are expecting our first snow today. So far it's just raining off and on and about 40 degrees. Photo to follow of ducks. Time for a Mario Kart race on the Wii. It started to rain and snow and the mallards are back. They sure like it when it's wet and icky out there. I have pictures of them out on the snow and ice last fall. Where's my camera?
We now have 26 mallards and a female black duck out there in the rain and snow. Rats. My photos are unable to post here at this time. They do, however, seem to have made it to my photos page.
Head out to Jennings this weekend Sept. 19th and 20th for a slammin good time at the first annual Rostin with Rosie Barecue Festival. This will be held outdoors at the new Grand Marais Pavillion in Jennings. No muddy festival grounds to trod on, this is all cement area and a huge pavillion.
There will be a Kids World full on fun jumps and of course awesome music, good food and drinks. Fun for the entire family. The cost is $5.00 per day. Very inexpensive for all the wonderful bands performing.
Here is the line up for you:
Friday Sept. 19th
4PM-Festival Gates Open, 6PM-Muzic Unlimited, 7:30PM Barry Badon, 9PM Pine Leaf Boys, 10:30PM Jamie Bergeron
Saturday Sept. 20th
7:30AM-5K Rice Run (Founder's Park), 10AM-Festival Gates Open!, 10AM-6PM- Kid's World, 11AM-Parish Cheerleader and Dance Line Competition, 12PM-Barbecue Competitions Begin, 4:30PM-Barbecue Competition Awards Ceremony, 4PM-Bayou Katz, 6PM-Travis Matte, 8:30PM-Static, 10:30PM Wayne Toups
Come out and have a great time and don't forget on Saturday to come by the Bud Beer Booth and ask for Dana, I will be working all day!!!
Hope to see you thier and have a great weekend.
I just wanted to take a few minutes and say HELLO to all my KBON friends. I hope you are all having a great day and wish you all a wonderful weekend ! The weather will be nice here in Louisiana this weekend so get out and enjoy it. Go to the festivals or go out and see a band, or just sit outside and cook something good. Spend time with family and friends.
Just wanted to give you all a shout ! Have a great day friends !
I had to have my kitty, Pretzel, put down yesterday. She was only 3 and hadn't been eating all Labor Day weekend. She was diagnosed with kidney failure and all of her levels were off the charts. The vet said there was nothing he could do to help her. Today he called to say she had cancer. He found a big tumor on her kidney. It was hard to sign the release papers yesterday for the euthanization.
Had a busy week. Wed we taped T- Broussard and The Zydeco Steppers for SNR TV, should air Sat at noon on Kdcg Ch 22. No taping this Wed shutting it down for the holiday. Had Drew Zaunbrecher on the radio show last nite, man the cat can play guitar. Like to thank all you nice people for calling and emailing us. We'll be on the air Thanksgiving nite and after the show we'll be going next door to Nick's for the Horace Trahan and The Ossun Playboys reunion. It's gonna be a whizz banger, hope to see everybody out there. Have a great weekend and a Happy Thanksgiving. Til next time, behave your dam self.
A beautiful young lady,Hannah Landreneau,was killed in an accident during the ride on Fat Tuesday.Taken away so young.God be with her family.
OKAY. I mean okay. Here's Day 2. Well, not really. It's the second day I've posted in my blogette but not the second day since I became a member of this wonderful social network. I've been busy working and trying to make the chickadees my friends in my spare time. Having a husband doesn't help with free time either. Get me this, get me that, are my pants dry? This makes for little radio listening time. Oh how I wish KBON were on XM. That way I could listen to it on my way to work and back and on my breaks. The good news is I have tons of baby birds around that I'm able to photograph. I haven't named them since i can't tell them apart. They all look the same to me. The deer on the other hand I have named. Last years twins are Daisy and Onslow (from one of my favorite programs "Keeping Up Appearances". I love British humor. Monty Python. Fawlty Towers.) I was a Food Network junkie for a time, too, and now just tune in to get ideas for something new to do with something old.
Oh. I see a "category" drop down thingie down there. Local Clubs and Parties. I thought I could just write whatever I wanted. Oh well.
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Today is my first day at my KBON.com. I'll start by writing a story. Here it is. I call it "The Chilly Day". Some names have been changed to protect the innocent.
It was a chilly day in October and Melvin was going nuts. He sat in front of the window drinking his lukewarm coffee with just the hum of his computer breaking the silence. It was snowing lightly. He watched the rest of the leaves fall from the trees with each gust of wind. He had writer’s block and nothing seemed to help him put words on his page. This was his sixth cup of coffee and his nerves were jangled. He about jumped out of his skin when the phone rang suddenly. He hated the Lone Ranger theme of his ringer that played in what seemed like triple time. His best friend Scruffy had programmed the phone for him when he first bought it. Melvin thought he really ought to read the owner’s manual and try to figure out how to change it but he just didn’t want to so he would suffer through the obnoxious ring.
It was his friend Wanda on the phone. She was just calling to talk it seemed because she really didn’t have anything important to say, at least not yet. She droned on incessantly as Melvin added the necessary “uh huh’s” and “oh, really?’s” every so often. He stared out the window as she talked, wishing he wasn’t tied to the phone by a cord. He really should look into buying a cordless phone one day. The garden was frozen and needed to be cleaned. His fingernails could use a cleaning, too. He’d at least clip them if he could only reach his nail clippers from here.
Soon he’d have to get dressed and look like he actually did something today. Scruffy would be over to eat supper in a few hours. What would he make for dinner tonight? Maybe he’d invite Wanda, too, and they could play some cribbage and build a fire in the fireplace. Melvin’s cat, Peanuts, would love that.
As Wanda droned on and on, all kinds of ideas for his book came to mind. The bad thing was, he didn’t have any paper and he couldn’t reach his keyboard from where he was. Maybe he should move his phone closer to his computer or even invest in a longer cord. And he should fill his desk drawers with some sort of snack. He was getting hungry as Wanda talked. He tried like heck to get a word in edge-wise but to no avail. She wasn’t listening. Maybe he should just hang up. Suddenly he shouted, “I smell something burning!”, said goodbye and an “I’ll call you back in a bit” and slammed down the phone. What a relief! Now he’d have to think up a reason for the burning smell before she called back. The furnace. Something with the furnace.
Finally free from Wanda, Melvin decided to move his phone. Just as he plugged it back in, it rang again with that awful triple-time Lone Ranger theme. Oh, how he hated that but it did make him laugh. Scruffy was good for that. Speaking of Scruffy, it was good ol’ Scruffy on the phone this time. He was already on his way over and something was amiss. Maybe it was the tone of his voice or the fact that he was out of breath but something was definitely wrong. Scruffy practically yelled that he’d be right over before he hung up. Stunned, Melvin realized he’d have to get dressed NOW.
When Scruffy arrived, he sat down on the sofa in Melvin’s tastefully decorated apartment. He was still out of breath. Melvin had popped some garlic toast into the toaster oven that he got as a Christmas gift last year. That’s what was burning! Garlic toast! He’d tell Wanda he was burning his garlic toast if she called back. When she called back. It would be when, not if. As Melvin brought out the garlic toast and the cribbage board, Scruffy began to spill his tail of woe.
Through the sniffles, Scruffy told of his fear of Halloween. It all began one night back in 1972. He was invited to a Halloween party at a little friend's house. This particular friend, whose name was Iggy, didn't have a Halloween costume to wear to go trick or treating in so his mother asked Scruffy's father if he could borrow a costume from Scruffy. See, Scruffy had just gotten one of those realistic rubber wolfman masks with the almost too small eye and nose holes and he was really looking forward to sporting it at the party. When his father got off the phone, he asked Scruffy if he would mind selecting a costume for little Iggy to wear.
"I think he should dress up like a girl!", shrieked Scruffy with an evil chuckle.
So off they went to the party with a girl's dress, shoes and makeup. Scruffy thought they were just going to drop off the costume and then return home to eat some supper and get ready for the party which was several hours away yet. After traveling for several miles and being almost halfway to Iggy's house, Scruffy's dad shouted, "Alright, Scruff, get your costume on! We're almost there!" Stunned, Scruffy began to cry hysterically. "B-b-b-but dad!!! I don't want to dress up like a girl!"
Back at Melvin's apartment, Scruffy was crying on his garlic toast and getting his cards all wet with big, salty tears. Melvin really didn't know what to do. He had no idea that Scruffy was still so humiliated so many years later. He went to get a paper towel to dry off his coffee table, the cribbage board and the cards. Scruffy could eat his garlic toast wet. Melvin wasn't about to attempt to dry that off.
Suddenly a lightbulb went off in Melvin's head. He would cure his friend of his Halloweenophobia once and for all by taking him out on Halloween night to show him that there was nothing to be so frightened of. He tried to console Scruffy as best he could but it wasn't easy.
"There, there, now ol' Scruff. That was a long, long time ago. Let's finish our game and talk of something else."
Just as Scruffy began to shuffle the damp deck, there was a knock at the door. It was Wanda and her little dog, Floppy. Floppy went right for Scruffy's garlic toast the second he was in the door. Scruffy growled at him and the little doggy galloped away, yelping and drooling. Wanda marched right in and sat down on the oversized purple recliner, almost sitting on Floppy's tail. "What're ya doin'?, she asked disinterestedly. Melvin inwardly scoffed, thinking how obvious it was, what with a cribbage board and garlic toast out on the coffee table. "Just playin' some cribbage, Wanda. Have some garlic toast," he offered.
"I have something to confess," said Wanda quietly. "It's almost Halloween and I have something to tell you guys that just can't wait anymore. Every year about this time I become frightened of ... well, I don't know of what, but some memories haunt me and I just can't hold it in anymore. You see, it all began way back in, I think it was 1972 or thereabouts."
As she continued her tale, Melvin and Scruffy dropped their cards. They looked at each other with eyes wide and jaws on the ground. Wanda's tale was exactly the same as Scruffy's except that she was the one wearing the wolfman mask! Could it be? Was Wanda formerly Iggy?? This was too much for Melvin's mind.
The silence that followed was extremely awkward for everyone.
"What's the matter? Oh, I knew I shouldn't have said anything!," cried Wanda ... or Iggy.
"No, no, it's okay," offered Melvin. "You're still our friend, Wanda." Somehow he felt odd calling her Wanda even though that's the only name and gender she had as far back as he knew her. Then Scruffy repeated his tale of Halloween trauma so many years ago. Wanda and Scruffy looked at each other. Oh how simple it would have been if only their parents hadn't interfered. Neither one would have had such Halloween trauma had they only been able to choose their own costumes. "I wanted so to dress up like a girl. I had the clothes and makeup all picked out. The only thing missing was the pair of shoes I would wear. Instead I had to dress up as a dreadful wolfman in a mask I couldn't even breathe through. Oh, it was so hot and steamy in there. I thought I would surely die."
"And I wanted to dress up in my new wolfman costume. I could have cared less about breathing. I just wanted to be a wolfman," sobbed Scruffy. They embraced, shed a few more tears and then returned to their seats.
"Garlic toast, anyone?" Melvin was feeling quite awkward at the moment, lacking any suggestion as to what to do next. Suddenly his plan for curing Scruffy wasn't needed. It seemed as though both had been quite relieved to have finally gotten their stories of woe out. A good time was then had by all present and the incident was never mentioned again.
HI EVERYONE , I just wanted to take this time and say HELLO AND WELCOME ,to all of you who have joined the MYKBON. I hope to hear from some of you. Holla at me anytime.. I m always willing to talk to other kbon fans and make new friends.
I also wanted to wish you all a GREAT weekend ! Take it easy and ENJOY !
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Note that this web site will automatically log you off after a period of inactivity. This is an issue if you are drafting a blog entry, a message at the message board, or adding a comment to a blog or member's profile.
What I found is that if you are preparing a message to post to the message board, the system will ask you to log in again after a period of inactivity, but you message will be saved. However, if you are preparing a comment to a blog entry and you have to take a break, when you finally press the button to post, nothing happens. You are not prompted to log in again and your pithy(?) comments are lost forever. You can get around this problem by drafting your message in Windows Notepad with the WORDWRAP TURNED OFF, then pasting the message (Control V) into the comment box, and clicking on the submit button.
What a super church service we had on June 14,2009,9:30 AM,@VFWC.
The building was filled! So many people there that the porters had to bring in more chairs.The worship music was just great!The message delivered by Pastor Carl was super.The drama team performed a wonderful skit.And 6 people were saved from their former life of sin.After all of that Pastor Carl gave away a free BBQ gas grill to the father with the blessed ticket.I have been to many church services since I was saved,but this church service was the BOMB!The best of the best.For those of you who missed it live or via internet broadcast,I am truly sorry.Make plans to attend our next church service,live or live broadcast .Sundays-9:30 AM---Wednesdays-7:00PM.The
(the other sportsman's paradise) West Texas boy that loves his LADY-coonass and and his cajun inlaws and KBON.
P.S. And boudin, boiled crawfish, boiled crab, Best-Stop, etc.....