tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-79400760930891062482024-03-12T16:04:34.549-07:00Jimmy Kicks CornerWelcome!!!!! We are about to embark on a journey, one that will make you think and experience a wide range of emotions. My intent is that we go through this together, I can promise you that we won't always agree but it will make you see the other side.Jimmy Kicks Cornerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17430631311273369692noreply@blogger.comBlogger64125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7940076093089106248.post-89791605784833573182011-04-12T16:03:00.000-07:002011-04-12T16:04:37.114-07:00Who reads these?Does anyone even read the comic section in the newspaper anymore? I know I don't! I know as a kid we used to fight over the comics page, but these days I don't think kids even care anymore. So how are they still in print?<br />
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<img alt="..." height="171" src="http://d.yimg.com/a/p/uc/20110412/largeimagega110412.gif" width="300" />Jimmy Kicks Cornerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17430631311273369692noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7940076093089106248.post-72627328467041776792011-04-06T18:39:00.000-07:002011-04-06T18:39:32.236-07:00The Move is over!!!!Yes the moving is over, but now comes the hard part. Trying to unpack every box. It always seems that there are a few boxes that take forever to get unpacked, but for some odd reason we don't just throw that stuff away, it's obvious that we aren't going to be using this stuff but it's human nature to be pack rats, I guess. Well stay tuned for a video describing the do's and don'ts of moving. It should make everyone laugh. You might even see Bob Winters!!!!Jimmy Kicks Cornerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17430631311273369692noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7940076093089106248.post-3653537125736694322011-03-29T18:51:00.000-07:002011-03-29T18:51:36.709-07:00Moving Update!!This is the big weekend, what's that? Am i all packed and everything, of course not! HA. I will be by tomorrow (hopefully), my parents and my bro are coming down to help me move. Luckily I found a place not to far from where I live now, so the driving shouldn't be too bad. I also don't have to much furniture so it should be down in about 3 trips. So we can spend the rest of a nice Saturday unpacking. <br />
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I don't mind the labor, I actually enjoy getting a work out from lifting boxes and stuff. I really don't enjoy packing and unpacking. I wish they would hurry up and make a shrink ray!!!Jimmy Kicks Cornerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17430631311273369692noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7940076093089106248.post-53792431254800238932011-03-28T21:10:00.000-07:002011-03-28T21:10:44.752-07:00Quote of the day!!Just as our eyes need light in order to see, our minds need ideas in order to conceive. ~ Napoleon Hill"Jimmy Kicks Cornerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17430631311273369692noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7940076093089106248.post-68637981411728373222011-03-23T15:32:00.000-07:002011-03-23T15:32:38.091-07:00Joke of the day!!!<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://lh6.googleusercontent.com/-1uEFzUlkOh8/TUZAVd6SkII/AAAAAAAAANY/H6RE0qjzLAI/s1600/Jimmy.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; cssfloat: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="185" r6="true" src="https://lh6.googleusercontent.com/-1uEFzUlkOh8/TUZAVd6SkII/AAAAAAAAANY/H6RE0qjzLAI/s200/Jimmy.jpg" width="200" /></a></div>A <span style="background-color: yellow;">blonde</span> and a brunette are walking past a flower shop.<br />
The brunette sees her boyfriend inside and says: “Oh no, my boyfriend is inside buying me flowers again.”<br />
The blonde asks: “Why is that so bad?”<br />
The brunette says:”Every time he buys me flowers, he expects something in return and I don’t feel like spending the entire weekend with my legs in the air.”<br />
The blonde asks:”Why, don’t you have a vase?”<br />
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BTW!!! My 12 year old son told me this joke, makes you wonder what they are learning in school?Jimmy Kicks Cornerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17430631311273369692noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7940076093089106248.post-87917969951381271432011-03-22T13:34:00.000-07:002011-03-22T13:34:55.286-07:00What's going on with the world?<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://lh4.googleusercontent.com/-n-LNApNhv8s/TYAfUTgOJDI/AAAAAAAAAPw/3bNvzLk6Co4/s200/Jimmy.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; cssfloat: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="186" r6="true" src="https://lh4.googleusercontent.com/-n-LNApNhv8s/TYAfUTgOJDI/AAAAAAAAAPw/3bNvzLk6Co4/s200/Jimmy.jpg" width="200" /></a></div>It's seems the last few weeks/months have been crazy in the world, we have had a huge earthquake, start of a small war, economic unrest all over the world. Will there ever be peace in the world? It doesn't look like it, so where do we go from here? Do we just sit by and wait for the judgement day? I think not, we must set forth upon the world and spread the word. What is the word? <br />
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<span style="color: red; font-size: x-large;">GOOD!!!</span>Jimmy Kicks Cornerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17430631311273369692noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7940076093089106248.post-58813938379707058592011-03-17T08:19:00.000-07:002011-03-17T08:19:46.964-07:00St. Patricks Day!!!<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://lh4.googleusercontent.com/-n-LNApNhv8s/TYAfUTgOJDI/AAAAAAAAAPw/3bNvzLk6Co4/s1600/Jimmy.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; cssfloat: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="186" r6="true" src="https://lh4.googleusercontent.com/-n-LNApNhv8s/TYAfUTgOJDI/AAAAAAAAAPw/3bNvzLk6Co4/s200/Jimmy.jpg" width="200" /></a></div><span id="goog_1297311723">Happy St. Patrick's Day to all of you!!! </span><br />
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Does this holiday hold any special meaning to anyone out there, or is it just a good excuse to drink!?!!<br />
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Let me know.Jimmy Kicks Cornerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17430631311273369692noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7940076093089106248.post-52888153901359894092011-03-15T19:30:00.000-07:002011-03-15T19:30:07.991-07:00A sight for sore eyes!!<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://lh4.googleusercontent.com/-n-LNApNhv8s/TYAfUTgOJDI/AAAAAAAAAPw/3bNvzLk6Co4/s1600/Jimmy.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="186" src="https://lh4.googleusercontent.com/-n-LNApNhv8s/TYAfUTgOJDI/AAAAAAAAAPw/3bNvzLk6Co4/s200/Jimmy.jpg" width="200" /></a></div>So as I was driving to get something to eat today, I saw this newer Lexus G350 lowered. To me it looked so ghetto, it didn't help that the car was bouncing all over the place; which generally means this person cut the springs to make it lower. Tell me if you think lowering a luxury car is ghetto or is it just me?Jimmy Kicks Cornerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17430631311273369692noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7940076093089106248.post-30378700661897430842011-03-13T19:17:00.000-07:002011-03-13T19:17:14.926-07:00Just one of those days!!<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-3oU3pk-VdDY/TX154MmtQAI/AAAAAAAAAPo/PkWt80Z4QHk/s1600/Jimmy.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="186" src="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-3oU3pk-VdDY/TX154MmtQAI/AAAAAAAAAPo/PkWt80Z4QHk/s200/Jimmy.jpg" width="200" /></a></div>Ever have one of those days where every door that was open has closed!?! That was my day today, that just means I need to knock on more doors to find the right one!! Well which me luck!!Jimmy Kicks Cornerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17430631311273369692noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7940076093089106248.post-26877247417941241302011-03-10T09:05:00.000-08:002011-03-10T09:05:54.516-08:00Crunch Time!!!<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://lh6.googleusercontent.com/-qeY2-wDUVIs/TXByxEPJzEI/AAAAAAAAAPU/FNM2TwyjXEE/s200/Jimmy.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; cssfloat: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="186" q6="true" src="https://lh6.googleusercontent.com/-qeY2-wDUVIs/TXByxEPJzEI/AAAAAAAAAPU/FNM2TwyjXEE/s200/Jimmy.jpg" width="200" /></a></div>It's crunch time for me friends, I gave my 30 day notice and need to find a place to live. The one place I was looking at has no apartments coming up for rent. Now I get to spend my weekend scouring the neighborhoods for a nice place to live in my budget. Not my ideal use of a weekend but someone has to do it.<br />
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Wish me luck on finding a great place for my son and I.Jimmy Kicks Cornerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17430631311273369692noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7940076093089106248.post-63385774461667032392011-03-07T21:50:00.000-08:002011-03-07T21:50:33.379-08:00Joke of the day<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://lh4.googleusercontent.com/-kw6k-UH8rSM/TAAOmoe9RhI/AAAAAAAAABk/XVyEuX8tP1k/s1600/JimmyyKicksv1.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="200" src="https://lh4.googleusercontent.com/-kw6k-UH8rSM/TAAOmoe9RhI/AAAAAAAAABk/XVyEuX8tP1k/s200/JimmyyKicksv1.jpg" width="93" /></a></div><span id="goog_252906058"></span><span id="goog_252906059"></span>What's a horney pirates worst nightmare?<br />
A sunken chest and no booty!Jimmy Kicks Cornerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17430631311273369692noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7940076093089106248.post-75601860560312506072011-03-05T08:21:00.000-08:002011-03-05T12:11:52.149-08:00Moving!!!<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-3c8b1Xj4xIg/TXJibgNm_4I/AAAAAAAAAPc/NUVspyhqbeo/s1600/Jimmy.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="185" src="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-3c8b1Xj4xIg/TXJibgNm_4I/AAAAAAAAAPc/NUVspyhqbeo/s200/Jimmy.jpg" width="200" /></a></div>Moving has to be one of the worst things in the world to do. Well it's not the actually moving so much, I HATE TO PACK EVERYTHING THEN UNPACK IT!!<br />
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Does anyone actually like to pack up stuff and unpack it. I would venture to say not very many.<br />
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Let me know what you think?Jimmy Kicks Cornerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17430631311273369692noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7940076093089106248.post-91408218909318395992011-03-03T21:37:00.000-08:002011-03-03T21:37:13.605-08:00Must see video<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://lh4.googleusercontent.com/-l9b0N3O9uo0/TXB6XL93jgI/AAAAAAAAAPY/Uge5ozR7ssU/s1600/Jimmy.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="185" src="https://lh4.googleusercontent.com/-l9b0N3O9uo0/TXB6XL93jgI/AAAAAAAAAPY/Uge5ozR7ssU/s200/Jimmy.jpg" width="200" /></a></div>Check the video out to the right. Jerky Boys, are some of the funniest prank calls ever!!!Jimmy Kicks Cornerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17430631311273369692noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7940076093089106248.post-45573470062145439602011-03-03T21:10:00.000-08:002011-03-03T21:10:39.356-08:00Thirsty Thursday!!!<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://lh6.googleusercontent.com/-qeY2-wDUVIs/TXByxEPJzEI/AAAAAAAAAPU/FNM2TwyjXEE/s1600/Jimmy.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="185" src="https://lh6.googleusercontent.com/-qeY2-wDUVIs/TXByxEPJzEI/AAAAAAAAAPU/FNM2TwyjXEE/s200/Jimmy.jpg" width="200" /></a></div>I was thinking today about how my alcohol taste have changed throughout the years.<br />
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When you first start drinking you try anything you can get your hands on. I even tried cooking sherry, thinking it was going to get me drunk. High school was when I really started drinking, and of course it was beer.<br />
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At the tender the age of 21 I decided to really start drinking hard core, I enjoyed a few Long Island Ice Tea's and a lot of shots. Now that I am older I am in between dark beer and liquor mixed with cola or lime juice.<br />
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What is your drink of choice right now and what is your age?Jimmy Kicks Cornerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17430631311273369692noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7940076093089106248.post-32330442316037194492011-02-28T21:01:00.000-08:002011-02-28T21:01:25.992-08:00Joke of the Day!!!<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/-tVRLoclO28o/TWx9Q_VRQyI/AAAAAAAAAPQ/mDeih1yOgT4/s1600/Jimmy.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="185" src="https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/-tVRLoclO28o/TWx9Q_VRQyI/AAAAAAAAAPQ/mDeih1yOgT4/s200/Jimmy.jpg" width="200" /></a></div><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">Q. What has 32 teeth and hides a monster?</span></b><br />
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<b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">A. My zipper!!!!</span></b><br />
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<b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">I was told this joke by my 12 year old son!!</span></b>Jimmy Kicks Cornerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17430631311273369692noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7940076093089106248.post-14582770480926885022011-02-25T07:43:00.000-08:002011-02-26T07:44:06.637-08:00Flash Back Friday!!!<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/-3HdnyhsKBrU/TWkaagghUnI/AAAAAAAAAPE/NKrJXWEUsEM/s1600/Jimmy.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="185" src="https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/-3HdnyhsKBrU/TWkaagghUnI/AAAAAAAAAPE/NKrJXWEUsEM/s200/Jimmy.jpg" width="200" /></a></div>I thought I was soooo coool back in the day. When I was about 13, I was staying the night at my friends house and we decided to walk down to the liquor store to get some candy. On our way we ran into some girl friends that lived in the same area. They decided to join us on our trek.<br />
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This liquor store was run by an Indian man (I know what a shock), so as I entered the store we were getting the evil eye from the owner. I found some candy that I wanted to get but realized I had no money, I proceeded to put the candy back and one of the girls suggested that I put it my pocket and just take it. This made me way nervous as I had never stolen anything before, my parents had installed the fear of god in me or the fear of my dad's hand on my ass may be a better way to describe it. Ha! So being a stupid boy and wanting nothing more then to impress this girl I stashed about 5 candy bars in my pockets.<br />
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My friend was ready to go, he had money and proceeded to walk to the counter to pay. I thought to myself, should I leave right now or walk to the counter with my friend and act like nothing is wrong. You guessed it, like an idiot I walked to the counter. What is really funny, is every time I took a step all the candy in my pocket made noise, the wrappers were rubbing together making all kinds of noise. I must of looked guilty because the owner asked me if I had anything in my pockets, of course I looked at him and said "NO".<br />
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He rang my friend up and I must of been distracted because I didn't even see him come around the counter. He grabbed my arm and said empty your pockets you little fuck. I think I yelled from fear and yank my arm away and just booked it. Yes I said "booked" it. I was really fast back in those days so I just sprinted down the street leaving my friends and the owner in the dust. I think I ran for almost 2 miles straight before I looked back to see no one was behind me. My heart was beating so hard and I was so out of breath. As I waited for my friends to catch up, I emptied my pockets and viewed my spoils. I thought to myself, all this drama was not worth it. I had stolen a Whatchamacallit, snickers, and a pack of gum.<br />
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My friends finally caught up and were rollin because I took off so fast. They said the owner told them to tell me not to ever come back or he would kill me. That was enough for me!!! I never went back to that store, even to this day if I drive past that store I just chuckle but will never go back.Jimmy Kicks Cornerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17430631311273369692noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7940076093089106248.post-56723363506609730492011-02-23T22:08:00.000-08:002011-02-23T22:08:20.871-08:00Wacky Poll Wednesday!!<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ca9tLIIvQuo/TWXzC5esihI/AAAAAAAAAPA/PeguW_jlbyY/s1600/Jimmy.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="185" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ca9tLIIvQuo/TWXzC5esihI/AAAAAAAAAPA/PeguW_jlbyY/s200/Jimmy.jpg" width="200" /></a></div><b>What is the weirdest thing you ever took from a restaurant?</b><br />
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For me, it was when Denny's first started serving orange juice in a carafe, for some reason my friends and I thought these things were so cool. So over time each of us took one home.Jimmy Kicks Cornerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17430631311273369692noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7940076093089106248.post-5703229798879470102011-02-21T22:47:00.000-08:002011-02-21T22:47:40.737-08:00Funny Prank!!I added a new video on my sidebar, go check it out and you will laugh.<br />
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<a href="http://jimmykickscorner.blogspot.com/">Click Here For Video</a>Jimmy Kicks Cornerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17430631311273369692noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7940076093089106248.post-29358474623797784692011-02-18T23:55:00.000-08:002011-02-19T09:07:36.068-08:00Freaky Friday!!<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Vg8zqY5MhYk/TV_4X9iSdBI/AAAAAAAAAOs/dF38Wai7pmY/s1600/Jimmy.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="185" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Vg8zqY5MhYk/TV_4X9iSdBI/AAAAAAAAAOs/dF38Wai7pmY/s200/Jimmy.jpg" width="200" /></a></div>Alright everyone, it's Freaky Friday!!<br />
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What's the freakiest thing you have ever done or has happened to you, it doesn't have to be sexual either. If it is going to be a sexual tale, and if you are a girl please provide pictures as proof (only kidding, or am I)!<br />
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I think the freakiest thing to ever happen to me was coming home from high school one day and finding a dead ass cat in my back seat. Yes, you read that right, A DEAD ASS CAT!!!! The place I grew up gets hotter than hell during this time of the year, and I guess this cat was looking for a cool place to chill, climbed in my car and that was the end of it. Then I first saw this cat I took a stick and jabbed it a few times to see if it was just sleeping, but of course not, it was dead as a door nail.<br />
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When my dad came home I made him take it out and throw it away. Ha! Let's just say my car finally started to smell right after a few days and about 10 pine tree air fresheners.<br />
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That was one of the freakiest things that happen to me, what is yours?Jimmy Kicks Cornerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17430631311273369692noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7940076093089106248.post-50202234922894998682011-02-16T23:19:00.000-08:002011-02-16T23:20:38.600-08:00Wacky Poll Wednesday!!<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-EQ8WITEb4iQ/TVzMMCryVgI/AAAAAAAAAOo/ePIOJR0HnQM/s1600/Jimmy.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="185" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-EQ8WITEb4iQ/TVzMMCryVgI/AAAAAAAAAOo/ePIOJR0HnQM/s200/Jimmy.jpg" width="200" /></a></div>Every Wednesday I will be bringing you a wacky poll question.<br />
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Today's Poll Question is:<br />
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<b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">Who is your favorite 80's actor?</span></b><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"><b>Mine would be Thomas Selleck in </b></span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"><b>Magnum P.I.</b></span>Jimmy Kicks Cornerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17430631311273369692noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7940076093089106248.post-90213792412546292492011-02-14T21:21:00.000-08:002011-02-14T21:21:14.735-08:00Happy 34rd!!!<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-sUc3OMcQzwk/TVoNKxXlpgI/AAAAAAAAAOk/M34pSqD3vKQ/s1600/Jimmy.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="185" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-sUc3OMcQzwk/TVoNKxXlpgI/AAAAAAAAAOk/M34pSqD3vKQ/s200/Jimmy.jpg" width="200" /></a></div>Today is my mom and dads anniversary, I can't believe it has been 34 years. It is good to know that marriage actually stands a chance in this crazy world! Mom and dad, thank you for setting a great example in everything you guys do. You both are amazing people and I can only hope to be half as good as you both. Here is to 34 more years together. I love you both very much.Jimmy Kicks Cornerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17430631311273369692noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7940076093089106248.post-62478393080419647792011-02-13T20:22:00.001-08:002011-02-13T20:25:37.765-08:00Must See!!!<iframe title="YouTube video player" width="425" height="349" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/nTobHOyLvRU?hd=1" frameborder="0" allowfullscreen></iframe>Jimmy Kicks Cornerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17430631311273369692noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7940076093089106248.post-6265118104223024902011-02-11T11:05:00.000-08:002011-02-12T11:06:10.333-08:00FlashBack Friday!!<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-q2g4sdVvMeo/TVbaGd76jdI/AAAAAAAAAOc/RWrkC6bSSes/s1600/Jimmy.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="185" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-q2g4sdVvMeo/TVbaGd76jdI/AAAAAAAAAOc/RWrkC6bSSes/s200/Jimmy.jpg" width="200" /></a></div>My flashback starts when I was about 10, I was in my friends backyard messing around. When his neighbor which was about 7 or 8 started talking ish, so being dumb kids we started talking right back. I said something sexual about his mom (who was a big time MILF), then he called my mom a bitch I believe. One thing about me is you can talk shit to me all you want just don't talk about my family, that is crossing the line in the sand. So these kids were yelling at us from there bedroom window, it was one of those old school windows that cranked outward. So there was no screen and they were sticking their head out yelling at us. In my friends backyard he had an avocado tree and it just so happen that they were nice and ripe, so I picked one off the tree and chucked it over the fence right at their faces. Unfortunately my aim is horrible and instead of hitting the kids it broke the window. I got in so much trouble, my dad had to replace the window and he was pissed. I don't remember but I am sure I got a good beating and was grounded for awhile.<br />
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</div><div>I still laugh at this story!!!</div>Jimmy Kicks Cornerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17430631311273369692noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7940076093089106248.post-3021603126930771602011-02-09T22:19:00.000-08:002011-02-09T22:19:46.440-08:00The biggest obstacle in getting fit!<div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-IrrSuyNXE5w/TVODas2h5cI/AAAAAAAAAN0/OBUXshfxf_E/s1600/Jimmy.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="185" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-IrrSuyNXE5w/TVODas2h5cI/AAAAAAAAAN0/OBUXshfxf_E/s200/Jimmy.jpg" width="200" /></a></div>It seems every time I want to get in shape, I run into the same old problem. I become a lazy old man. </div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;">I remember when I was a young buck, I would just go outside be active, usually playing some kind of sports. My friends and I would spend hours a day outside just being active. Now after a long days work all I want to do is just relax, which equals Jimmy getting fatter. </div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><br />
</div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;">Its been a long while since I have been really active, it was one of my goals this year to become more involved in some sort of sport. Once again I am falling short of a goal. Thank goodness I still have the rest of the year to make it up.</div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><br />
</div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;">What's Ironic about this post is that I am writing about being active yet, I am on the computer instead of at the gym. Go figure!!</div>Jimmy Kicks Cornerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17430631311273369692noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7940076093089106248.post-38723890395961328752011-02-08T22:19:00.000-08:002011-02-08T22:19:01.252-08:00Apartment Hunting!!<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cito9UoCyjg/TVIxw-ajPsI/AAAAAAAAANw/tGSio3SS6IE/s1600/Jimmy.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="185" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cito9UoCyjg/TVIxw-ajPsI/AAAAAAAAANw/tGSio3SS6IE/s200/Jimmy.jpg" width="200" /></a></div>What is the most important feature when looking for a new place to live?<br />
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Would it be price, size, location, for me all three are actually equally important. I need a certain number of bed rooms, in a certain location, and all for the right price. I know sounds like a Hallmark movie. I am determined to find all I want for the right price. I am thinking positive, so I have a positive outcome.<br />
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Wish me luck in my search. I would like to hear what is the most important thing to you when searching for a new place to live?Jimmy Kicks Cornerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17430631311273369692noreply@blogger.com2