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My wife and I went on our first date one year ago today. Obviously, the fact that I called her “wife” means we connected and, in the words of Ron Burgundy things “escalated quickly.” Here’s what happened. In September of last year, the band I was playing in (Who shall remain nameless. They do not need nor deserve a mention in this positive story. That’s another story…) got a new drummer, Nicky. He and his wife had just moved to Portland from Bellingham, Washington. We became fast friends. Fast forward to December of 2010, setting up for band practice, Nicky tells me that he knows a girl who wants to meet me. “How does she know of me?” “She’s been stalking you on Facebook. She’s a friend. From Bellingham . She’s really cute.” He showed me her picture. She was really cute. “She’s coming down to visit for New years’ Eve and she wants to meet you.” I was skeptical because I’d been in long distance relationships before. I wasn’t interested in another one, but, he gave me her number ...

Update: I've decided to self publish a poetry collection through Lulu until I can find a major publisher. I will be working on the book this coming week. If you're interested in a copy, send me a private message . This collection will have final drafts of many poems on the HUB and some you've never seen before. I'm very excited about this and, even though self publishing is not the same as being published, it'll still be nice to see my books in print and, possibly, in book stores. thank you all for your kind support. View the original here THE BATTLE OF BUNK BED RIDGE The little green men were made of plastic and fashioned like heroes from world war two. Some held bazookas. Others: mortars. Machine guns. Pistols. Mine sweepers. Hand grenades, molded in constant readiness. Some drove tanks. Others crawled through imaginary mud. They all stood on feet, or crouched with knees, melted to plastic stands. Some took shelter behind sandbags. The brave...

By now, most people know about blood diamonds . For those that don’t, the term “blood diamonds” (sometimes referred to as " conflict diamonds ") is a slang term for diamonds that are mined and sold from war torn countries to fund civil wars, coups and general unrest, resulting in innumerable deaths and mutilations, mostly in Africa , and predominately in Sierra Leone . Freelance journalist Greg Campbell was one of the first to bring these rocks to light in his meticulously researched, gut wrenching and terrifying book, Blood Diamonds . Even though the vast majority of diamonds come from legitimate sources, the origin of most, if not all, diamonds, even with the latest protocols put in place, are nearly impossible to trace. As the book infers, if you buy a diamond, you could very well be paying for a rock that helped fund Al Qaeda (author Greg Campbell was conducting his research embedded in Sierra Leone when the terrorist attacks of September 11th 2001 occurred) or Hezboll...

What is it you're asking? What am I supposed to make of this? Am I being taught patience? Or is this trial to solidify my witness? I've never been one to hear Your Voice, I always need some kind of confirmation. I want to hear You loud and clear 'cause a whisper can be such an aggravation. What is it you're asking? What am I supposed to learn from this? I feel I'm such an ingrate 'cause I get down when you don't grant every wish. I've never been one with boundless joy, I always seem to have some kind of crisis. I want to know true happiness Because life is not about You granting wishes. all rights reserved. Copyright Justin W. Price, 2006 See the original here: http://pdxkaraokeguy.hubpages.com/_3gvrkbouobv74/hub/What-is-It-Youre-Asking