http://believemefilm.com?hlr=f6f_vmmE If anyone who reads this could click the link, I make a bit of money off of promoting this movie. I think it has alright potential, plus I love Christopher MCD. Cheers

Pac Man Adventures today

microsoft surface

I just wanted to test the Microsoft surfaces keyboard. I just got it for my birthday and I have to say that I'm loving it. it's the thinnest thing I've ever typed on. I really wish I had this in college. I'm loving the interface, the apps and everything. I believe it puts all the ipads to shame. Cheers

Utilikilts

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Jumper Cables, Surfboards, and Army Men

We wake up in the middle of the woods with a surfboard, jumper cables, & little toy army guys, what did we do the night before?] A very boring story but its what "happened"


Our first adventure to the ocean wasn't long lived. We had rented a car from some no name company. The man who gave us the vehicle smelled of Bratwurst and cigars, and let me remind you that it was not good sausage. The car looked like a hybrid, oh no not gas/electric or flexifuel, but a hybrid between a toy VW bus and a real car. It's quite difficult to describe. I liken it to how the Russians would make cars modeled after others and give them big Russian names. These cars would often have similar looks, but be far cheaper in construction.
Carbon copy and on our way.
The trip was to only take us about 2 hours. The road between Seattle and Ocean Shores is full of straight shots, long winding roads, slow zones, fast zones, and everything in between. "Why does the car sound like a lawn mower?" you asked. I shrugged my shoulders, thinking in the back of my head "I hope its not a two stroke." It took us about 5 hours to get there. We drove right up onto the beach, the fog was just rolling in. I had hoped that the trip wouldn't have taken so long so that we would have had some more daylight. We took it for what it was. A beautiful ride, amazing scenery, and great company.

We parked the "bucket", as we started to call it, up by a siren post and started to beach comb. The waves were crashing about, a brilliant deafness they caused. I had been playing in the sand a bit, you approached me and held out your hand. There were 5 little army men, covered in seaweed and muck. You seemed gleeful that you liberated them on the shores of Washington. They must have had a night incursion planned, but you foiled their plans. The objective was way to far up the beach head. We laughed a bit and started to walk towards a fire. 7 people sat around the fire, laughing and carrying on. Surfer types, sans the southern cali "dude" accent. They offered to share their fire with us. We just sat there chatting with everyone. It was getting late and we excused ourselves from the fire. Walked back to the bucket and drove to a local pub. It seemed to be full of the old locals. Crikey hours we spent in there. We should have found a place to stay, but we let adventure take us. One of our surfer friends entered the pub with his Board. He asked around if anyone had a ride, as his had just ditched him. The locals knew him but were all too tipsy to drive anywhere. I agreed to give the guy a lift. You seemed apprehensive, but I assured you that everyone knew him and he wasn't going to murder us. Besides, he's taking a huge risk riding in the bucket. We drove and drove, and finally ended up out in the woods, a surfboard sticking out the window. It seemed this man lived in the woods with his other friends, which were already drinking when we arrived. I asked them why they didn't give their friend a ride. One told me that they switch off monthly leaving someone on the beach. We had a beer with the guys, chatted a bit, and then decided to leave. We got about a mile down the dirt road when our car stalled. I hopped out, looked for some cables but all I found was a stripped, taped, set that looked like it was used to jump sherman tanks.
Instead of fretting, you told me not to worry about it. We hopped in the back, looked up at the filtered night sky, and passed the night away. We woke to find the surfboard leaned against the car, the toy soldiers had created a bunker in the side of my leg, and the half eaten jumper cables, hung upon the head rests of our seats.
yawwwwn.

Deborah Mary Gilmore-Hightower Obituary

Deborah Mary Gilmore-Hightower

November 11, 1958 – June 3, 2010

Debbie Mary Gilmore-Hightower passed away June 3 at Harrison Hospital after a three year battle with cancer.

Debbie was born and raised in Port Orchard and graduated from South Kitsap H.S. She spent most of her adult life in the Reno-Tahoe area and Port Orchard. She will be fondly remembered for her candies, cookies, chili, crafts, infamous garage sales and her smiling face at numerous craft festivals throughout both areas. She was loved by everyone with whom she came in contact.

Debbie was preceded in death by her daughter Sabrina. She is survived by her parents Leonard and Maryann Gilmore, Port Orchard; son Kristopher, Port Orchard; daughter Michelle Curtis (Hawkins), grandchildren Emma and Ian, Reno, NV. Brothers Robert Gilmore (Cathi), CO.; Johnny Gilmore (Barbara), England; Jerry Gilmore (Vickie), TX. and numerous nieces and nephews. She was also survived by her long-time companion Charles “Red” Thomas and her beloved dog Pudgie.

The family wishes to extend special thanks to Dr. Grey and her staff at SCCA and Dr. Trans at Harrison Radiology for all of their efforts on behalf of Debbie.

There will be a wake at her house in Port Orchard around her beloved fire pit on July 4, from 3 p.m. to 9 p.m. Please feel free to contact the family at

In lieu of flowers the family requests you send donations to your favorite charity.