Good Day, Fellow Hernandos! A good day it is, too!

Dude, you're the source of a ninth of all posts, I think you're a little more than a "part" of the effort -- without the content that you provide on a daily basis, this would be a lot less active place

@wrabbit2000, adjensen,

That's one of the things I like about this place. No one is seen as "better." Everybody is chipping in where they can. Some are writers, some like to reply, some prefer playing with code, image design, or the Shoutbox.

Even Mods and Global Mods aren't seen as "better." They're simply people who have the extra job of helping other Hernandos, and Hernando's Hideaway in general.

I like the numbers. (Don't tell anyone, but I check them each day that I'm on.) But, honestly, my reaction is "Look at all the people who are getting something from us." Not for one second is it "Look at all the people we can get something from."

You're right, it is a good day. Thank you for making it that way.

I appreciate everyones efforts to make this a great place to hangout and exchange ideas, but Mr. Wrabbito you and Guohua have gone above and beyond. She brought me here from the TOS and efforts like yours keep me here. Now if I could just figure out how to get a little chow (Pot Stickers) out of Mrs. G it would be perfect. Then one of these days I will have a cigar with Charles and discuss the old days when life made sense.

Until then I will continue to terrorize the mods and other members with my gibberish. 

Thanks everyone.

Those guys had it easy peasy mac and cheesy. 

When I was born we lived in a old truck tire until it was mounted and nobody knew my brother and I were in there. Then we had to run for miles to stay upright for two weeks until the tire blew out. We almost starved to death, when we got out all we could find for food in those days was yellow jackets. Our tongues swelled up so big I couldn't breath for hours. To drink I had to lick my brothers forehead of the sweat from eating the yellow jackets. When we started school we walk for 20 miles everyday in the snow, barefooted without jackets or gloves getting frostbite in every finger and toe. To this day I still can't count to 10. It was a hell of a time my dad died when I was born, to this day he reminds us he could die again and leave us alone. Mom? Who the hell has a mom my dad found me on the side of the road. 

I am humbled by the talent and depth that this site has.

(my only serious post of the day. . . . I have to do at least one because it is directed by the parole board)

Well my hardships continue to this day! Here I am just tryin' to stay in shape and have some fun. BUT NOOOooo!

Ya think to small!