Disco Duck was a number one hit in Memphis the year that I started school there. Rick Dees was fired; he and his wife Julie moved to LA and he now does the Rick Dees top 40 in that area. That area was recently in the news for other things, including Brittney Spears and the largest beef recall in US history for bad slaughterhouse conditions. Some of the beef was in local school systems. Bob Seger's Against the Wind was number one around the time that my brother died. He also does Old Time Rock and Roll, and I worked in one pharmacy where they were getting down (some of them way down on the floor) to that tune at the beginning of their annual Christmas party.
One pharmacist came in behind me with children at a Lone Star restaurant simultaneously when her husband appeared in front of me apparently coming to meet her. They have the same last name as the police officer that investigated Bob's death. There was a retired JCPD officer found dead in the road in Cocke County who has the same name as the pharmacy where they work. The next time that my youngest daughter and I ate at this restaurant, she was seated in the seat of the female pharmacist and reminded not to smoke because of new smoking laws. I was given 2 creams from the Golden Corral where strangely and coincidentally the restaurant had had a recent gas issue; customers were taken to the hospital for carbon monoxide poisoning in the back. The Golden Corral in another city burned down before this. It looked to me as though the "dumb butt" section had been converted to "a smart ass" section. People purposely looking for an issue. Do they need to get a gold star for the day to make themselves feel important? Do they have an OCD need to get in my face for their daily dose of confrontation? Need to stage events that will make themselves look better and someone else look worse? My personal opinion is that they need to get over themselves. My aunt arrived in town with a mean dog named Gunsmoke; her daughter and son-in-law bought a house on Old Stage Coach road and first got a dog named Butch. My dad reported that my aunt showed up at a family reunion with a holster and guns. Some people have a "shootout" attitude around here. They are confrontation oriented and "go gunning for trouble." I dropped my youngest daughter off at home and went to Walmart. I passed a Sonic on the way and there was a cat lying in the road dead that looked like Sylvester who was hit by a car immediately when my aunt's sister-in-law walked in to her Christmas party. When I arrived at Walmart, disco duck started when I pulled in to the parking lot. That was the second time that I heard the song since pharmacy school. The first was when I was in Memphis visiting for the first time when my son was there. We had just bought coffee from Starbucks, large, when the someone in the car in front of him slammed the brakes. My entire cup of coffee spilled all over me; it was HOT. CVS had a pharmacist on the national news during the same show that was also playing the swoop and squat commercials. There are professionals in the world trained to cause "accidents" for no other purpose than to obtain money or to get themselves out of a "pickle". I was given a pickle Christmas ornament one year as a present; I looked up the associated story on the internet---2 boys in a pickle barrel trying to figure out how to get out. There has been talk of putting a ball room in the basement of the state capital; maybe there should also be a disco put in the basement. Everyone can get down and do the Disco Duck.
Gretel Stevens, a medical examiner, did a presentation at a meeting that I attended at the university. She introduced her husband from California whom she met on the internet. My curiosity generally gets the better of me. (has almost killed the cat a couple of times). I put a profile on the internet and waited to see what happened. It didn't take long. I received two pictures of the same guy in a government uniform. One had on a hat and sunglasses and the other did not. The one "without" resembled my aunt's son-in-law from the navy and the other resembled Mark before his weight gain and with his hair and beard trimmed. That is an EXTREMELY rare event. The heading was "Phil, scuba diving on Beech Mountain." That is the area where my oldest daughter's troubles really began. Several of the OBGYNs that my exhusband called on were scuba divers as are the Clubb's. I have told Mark that he has now gotten 6 pack abs because of all the Natural Ice beer that he drinks; he says that he has 12 pack abs. The place for him is Wise, Va where I was scheduled several times when there were issues with buying an election with beer and pork skins. Severl officials went to jail. That concept sort of worried me a bit when I saw the picture of the stealth bomber that looked like a stingray that crashed off of Guam in Hawaii that cost $1.2 billion. We went swimming with the stingrays once on a cruise that left from Tampa near an AFB and where the Walmart $4 program started. That is not too far from the really big Duck in Orlando. (Donald).
Two helicopters just flew over my house. A pharmacist married to a local OBGYN who has the same name as the one recently fined told me that she organized a very large church trip to Alaska. She also told me that she had been to seminary. (My daughter's phone rang again when I was typing that.) I couldn't help but wonder if that might be semenary with all the people seemingly having "duck" babies in the area. I personally seem to be on the road trip from hell and endlessly have one foot in the cemetary. I will never care for the attitude or opinions of right to lifers whose attitudes across the "walk of life" do not match. They barge into someone's life and disrupt it with their snooping; then they have "duck babies "and do the "disco duck" to get out of their problems. At least that is the pretty clear appearance from the direction from which I can see. They are the first to start "screaming for their lives and reputations and money" and want to abort the situation, which of course will once again be at the expense and disruption of someone's life other than theirs, probably disrupting again the same life that they snooped into to start with, because they just had a "duck" baby or a "duck marriage" and have no intention of taking responsibility for anything. Although they endlessly preach adoption rather than abortion. I personally have absolutely NO respect for this particular group of people whatsoever. They are not committed people truly interested in overthrowing Roe v Wade for the purpose of doing away with abortion. They are selfish, attention seeking people who want a Roe v Wade gold star on the wall'; they do not practice what they preach; and they care nothing about the "road kill" that they create on their way to getting where they are going.
I worked with someone once who said his wife liked to go to the Hale Springs Inn for special occasions. She counselled pregnant teens according to her husband for the city. The back side of this inn recently fell off after a low flying helicopter was seen in the area. There was a speaker from Wings Air Rescue one month where I was working after the speaker from the dog pound came down. Carrie's friend Mark says he used to work in the dog pound and the process was called "you stab em, we slab em." (My daughter's phone just rang.) The wife of a local pharmacist I was told is a nurse for Wings Air Rescue; I have only seen her husband once at a local meeting, and he was seated behind another pharmacist who works at the same hospital and whose husband is an optomotrist and whose brother is a veterinarian. She was seated next to a pharmacist named Alan. This same pharmacist invited me to eat with her when I attended a meeting at her church on Princeton where the scheduled continuing education speaker was from Knoxville. A local newscaster named Moore came up to greet her when we were seated. The OBGYN office that told me to go to the health department when I returned to Kingsport involved a physician named Moore, and my daughter had a long time friend whose last name was Moore and whose aunt (mother's twin) worked at one of the hospitals in this chain as a nursing supervisor. My same daughter was invited the first week of high school to Chimney Loop in Greeneville for a bon fire; it turned out the student's mother who invited her works in the business office of the university and they are neighbors with the kindergarden elementary school teacher that both of my children had and who has a whose name is the same as my son's. Both of the fathers work for the same organization. The female pharmacist behind me at Lone Star with children grew up in that area. It's a small world; not THAT small. There is a Ronald McDonald house at the hospital a block from the university, and my aunt's son-in-law works at a church behind the original McDonalds in the area at the end of Warpath Drive. It seems to be a Big Mac attack.
One pharmacist came in behind me with children at a Lone Star restaurant simultaneously when her husband appeared in front of me apparently coming to meet her. They have the same last name as the police officer that investigated Bob's death. There was a retired JCPD officer found dead in the road in Cocke County who has the same name as the pharmacy where they work. The next time that my youngest daughter and I ate at this restaurant, she was seated in the seat of the female pharmacist and reminded not to smoke because of new smoking laws. I was given 2 creams from the Golden Corral where strangely and coincidentally the restaurant had had a recent gas issue; customers were taken to the hospital for carbon monoxide poisoning in the back. The Golden Corral in another city burned down before this. It looked to me as though the "dumb butt" section had been converted to "a smart ass" section. People purposely looking for an issue. Do they need to get a gold star for the day to make themselves feel important? Do they have an OCD need to get in my face for their daily dose of confrontation? Need to stage events that will make themselves look better and someone else look worse? My personal opinion is that they need to get over themselves. My aunt arrived in town with a mean dog named Gunsmoke; her daughter and son-in-law bought a house on Old Stage Coach road and first got a dog named Butch. My dad reported that my aunt showed up at a family reunion with a holster and guns. Some people have a "shootout" attitude around here. They are confrontation oriented and "go gunning for trouble." I dropped my youngest daughter off at home and went to Walmart. I passed a Sonic on the way and there was a cat lying in the road dead that looked like Sylvester who was hit by a car immediately when my aunt's sister-in-law walked in to her Christmas party. When I arrived at Walmart, disco duck started when I pulled in to the parking lot. That was the second time that I heard the song since pharmacy school. The first was when I was in Memphis visiting for the first time when my son was there. We had just bought coffee from Starbucks, large, when the someone in the car in front of him slammed the brakes. My entire cup of coffee spilled all over me; it was HOT. CVS had a pharmacist on the national news during the same show that was also playing the swoop and squat commercials. There are professionals in the world trained to cause "accidents" for no other purpose than to obtain money or to get themselves out of a "pickle". I was given a pickle Christmas ornament one year as a present; I looked up the associated story on the internet---2 boys in a pickle barrel trying to figure out how to get out. There has been talk of putting a ball room in the basement of the state capital; maybe there should also be a disco put in the basement. Everyone can get down and do the Disco Duck.
Gretel Stevens, a medical examiner, did a presentation at a meeting that I attended at the university. She introduced her husband from California whom she met on the internet. My curiosity generally gets the better of me. (has almost killed the cat a couple of times). I put a profile on the internet and waited to see what happened. It didn't take long. I received two pictures of the same guy in a government uniform. One had on a hat and sunglasses and the other did not. The one "without" resembled my aunt's son-in-law from the navy and the other resembled Mark before his weight gain and with his hair and beard trimmed. That is an EXTREMELY rare event. The heading was "Phil, scuba diving on Beech Mountain." That is the area where my oldest daughter's troubles really began. Several of the OBGYNs that my exhusband called on were scuba divers as are the Clubb's. I have told Mark that he has now gotten 6 pack abs because of all the Natural Ice beer that he drinks; he says that he has 12 pack abs. The place for him is Wise, Va where I was scheduled several times when there were issues with buying an election with beer and pork skins. Severl officials went to jail. That concept sort of worried me a bit when I saw the picture of the stealth bomber that looked like a stingray that crashed off of Guam in Hawaii that cost $1.2 billion. We went swimming with the stingrays once on a cruise that left from Tampa near an AFB and where the Walmart $4 program started. That is not too far from the really big Duck in Orlando. (Donald).
Two helicopters just flew over my house. A pharmacist married to a local OBGYN who has the same name as the one recently fined told me that she organized a very large church trip to Alaska. She also told me that she had been to seminary. (My daughter's phone rang again when I was typing that.) I couldn't help but wonder if that might be semenary with all the people seemingly having "duck" babies in the area. I personally seem to be on the road trip from hell and endlessly have one foot in the cemetary. I will never care for the attitude or opinions of right to lifers whose attitudes across the "walk of life" do not match. They barge into someone's life and disrupt it with their snooping; then they have "duck babies "and do the "disco duck" to get out of their problems. At least that is the pretty clear appearance from the direction from which I can see. They are the first to start "screaming for their lives and reputations and money" and want to abort the situation, which of course will once again be at the expense and disruption of someone's life other than theirs, probably disrupting again the same life that they snooped into to start with, because they just had a "duck" baby or a "duck marriage" and have no intention of taking responsibility for anything. Although they endlessly preach adoption rather than abortion. I personally have absolutely NO respect for this particular group of people whatsoever. They are not committed people truly interested in overthrowing Roe v Wade for the purpose of doing away with abortion. They are selfish, attention seeking people who want a Roe v Wade gold star on the wall'; they do not practice what they preach; and they care nothing about the "road kill" that they create on their way to getting where they are going.
I worked with someone once who said his wife liked to go to the Hale Springs Inn for special occasions. She counselled pregnant teens according to her husband for the city. The back side of this inn recently fell off after a low flying helicopter was seen in the area. There was a speaker from Wings Air Rescue one month where I was working after the speaker from the dog pound came down. Carrie's friend Mark says he used to work in the dog pound and the process was called "you stab em, we slab em." (My daughter's phone just rang.) The wife of a local pharmacist I was told is a nurse for Wings Air Rescue; I have only seen her husband once at a local meeting, and he was seated behind another pharmacist who works at the same hospital and whose husband is an optomotrist and whose brother is a veterinarian. She was seated next to a pharmacist named Alan. This same pharmacist invited me to eat with her when I attended a meeting at her church on Princeton where the scheduled continuing education speaker was from Knoxville. A local newscaster named Moore came up to greet her when we were seated. The OBGYN office that told me to go to the health department when I returned to Kingsport involved a physician named Moore, and my daughter had a long time friend whose last name was Moore and whose aunt (mother's twin) worked at one of the hospitals in this chain as a nursing supervisor. My same daughter was invited the first week of high school to Chimney Loop in Greeneville for a bon fire; it turned out the student's mother who invited her works in the business office of the university and they are neighbors with the kindergarden elementary school teacher that both of my children had and who has a whose name is the same as my son's. Both of the fathers work for the same organization. The female pharmacist behind me at Lone Star with children grew up in that area. It's a small world; not THAT small. There is a Ronald McDonald house at the hospital a block from the university, and my aunt's son-in-law works at a church behind the original McDonalds in the area at the end of Warpath Drive. It seems to be a Big Mac attack.
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