Hello all you weekend warriors
I am watching a show on the Spike cable network called Deadliest Warrior. I know you are thinking, "Boy this guy watches a lot of violent television." The premise of this show is that people study weapons and fighting styles of two groups of people. They try to determine scientifically which weapon is the deadliest.
It is interesting. Most of the weapons are pretty destructive. The majority of them do intense damage to a human body. It appears they cut a deep gash into someone or crush a skull.
I do not think that I would make a good warrior. I would run if I saw this weapons. I am not sure how fast I would be able to get away.
Sunday, May 31, 2009
Saturday, May 30, 2009
It's a hit
Hello all you sports fans
Wendy and I went with our Sunday School class to a Durham Bulls baseball game. It was a pretty good time. The Bulls lost by 6 runs. It was a rough night for the Bulls. They did hit one home run, but the Buffalo whatever they were outplayed them.
The food was pretty good. We had a jumbo dog, which is basically a regular hot dog. It was just a normal hot dog. We had some popcorn, which was pretty good. I am not a big popcorn eater, but I had a decent amount last night. Along with our dinner we had nachos with cheese and jalapeno peppers. The chips were good, but we had plenty of the peppers and cheese left over. Last we split a soft pretzel. I have wanted to try a soft pretzel for awhile. I had my chance last night. It was pretty good.
At the game I saw two people I recognized from school. In a crowd that size, it was about 8,000, I knew two people. That is pretty good because I don't know a lot of people.
Fortunately the rain held off until the end of the game. It sprinkled in the eighth inning and then stopped. After the game there were fireworks. Right as they were bring the fireworks out it began to rain. We got up from our seats and were able to find shelter to watch the fireworks. The fireworks were pretty and impressive. The finale was two loud booms.
As we were leaving it was pouring down rain. Plenty of people walked by who were soaked. We waited under the shelter for about 15 minutes. Finally it slacked off enough for us to make it to the parking garage without getting drenched. We made it back to Cary safe and somewhat dry. Apparently it had not rained much in Cary.
I would say last night was a hit, even if the Durham Bulls did not get many and gave up to many.
Wendy and I went with our Sunday School class to a Durham Bulls baseball game. It was a pretty good time. The Bulls lost by 6 runs. It was a rough night for the Bulls. They did hit one home run, but the Buffalo whatever they were outplayed them.
The food was pretty good. We had a jumbo dog, which is basically a regular hot dog. It was just a normal hot dog. We had some popcorn, which was pretty good. I am not a big popcorn eater, but I had a decent amount last night. Along with our dinner we had nachos with cheese and jalapeno peppers. The chips were good, but we had plenty of the peppers and cheese left over. Last we split a soft pretzel. I have wanted to try a soft pretzel for awhile. I had my chance last night. It was pretty good.
At the game I saw two people I recognized from school. In a crowd that size, it was about 8,000, I knew two people. That is pretty good because I don't know a lot of people.
Fortunately the rain held off until the end of the game. It sprinkled in the eighth inning and then stopped. After the game there were fireworks. Right as they were bring the fireworks out it began to rain. We got up from our seats and were able to find shelter to watch the fireworks. The fireworks were pretty and impressive. The finale was two loud booms.
As we were leaving it was pouring down rain. Plenty of people walked by who were soaked. We waited under the shelter for about 15 minutes. Finally it slacked off enough for us to make it to the parking garage without getting drenched. We made it back to Cary safe and somewhat dry. Apparently it had not rained much in Cary.
I would say last night was a hit, even if the Durham Bulls did not get many and gave up to many.
Friday, May 29, 2009
I'm not hip
Hello all you high kickers
For the past several weeks I have had pain in my right leg. Many of you non-existent readers will know that I have had pain in this leg in the past. It seemed to have gotten better, but now the pain has returned. So it looks like I walk with a limp because I cannot put even pressure on my right leg. I am not even sure where the pain is. Sometimes it feels like my hip, then it moves to other places. I do exercises to help. Sometimes it helps, but I still feel it.
The hardest part is going from standing still to moving. It feels like I was locked and that I have to warm up to move. I have been to a few doctors and they don't have much to say. One doctor said I should visit a rheumatologist, which I have not yet. At the time my leg felt better.
What brings this painful to read post is that this morning my supervisor mentioned the leaning walk. I do look pretty crooked, without the pretty. So maybe I am a crook, or at least walk like one.
I am hoping it will improve. Maybe I can work out the clinks and straighten up. That might solve one problem I have.
For the past several weeks I have had pain in my right leg. Many of you non-existent readers will know that I have had pain in this leg in the past. It seemed to have gotten better, but now the pain has returned. So it looks like I walk with a limp because I cannot put even pressure on my right leg. I am not even sure where the pain is. Sometimes it feels like my hip, then it moves to other places. I do exercises to help. Sometimes it helps, but I still feel it.
The hardest part is going from standing still to moving. It feels like I was locked and that I have to warm up to move. I have been to a few doctors and they don't have much to say. One doctor said I should visit a rheumatologist, which I have not yet. At the time my leg felt better.
What brings this painful to read post is that this morning my supervisor mentioned the leaning walk. I do look pretty crooked, without the pretty. So maybe I am a crook, or at least walk like one.
I am hoping it will improve. Maybe I can work out the clinks and straighten up. That might solve one problem I have.
Off track
Hello to all you rolling with the punches
Last night I was checking my messages on my phone. It has a track ball to help me navigate the screen. I deleted the messages that were junk, both of them. Then I saw that I had a text message. In the layout of the phone this icon is above where I can check my e-mail. To my dismay and agitation I noticed that I could not make the cursor go up. The track ball appeared to be stuck. It would go down and left to right with ease, but not go up.
I did what I could, which was not much, but still success eluded me. Wendy suggested I turned the phone off. I tried that but nothing. It still seemed stuck. We took out the battery to let the phone reset itself. Did not work. Wendy suggested changing the setting on the track ball. I used her phone to figure out where that setting was. I found it on her phone, but of course on my the cursor was at the present time lower than where I needed to be.
After cutting the phone off and on I was able to get the cursor in the right position to make the changes. I made the changes and viola! It worked! For two seconds. I did find that I was able to move the cursor if I slid my finger somewhat under the ball. It is hard to explain, but it worked.
Wendy seemed to think it might work better in the morning. I gave it a try this morning and it seemed a little more free. I actually had to return the setting back to lower because it was moving too fast and I could not click on what I wanted.
It is not working at 100%, but I can deal with it at least. At least I will be called when the roll is up yonder.
Last night I was checking my messages on my phone. It has a track ball to help me navigate the screen. I deleted the messages that were junk, both of them. Then I saw that I had a text message. In the layout of the phone this icon is above where I can check my e-mail. To my dismay and agitation I noticed that I could not make the cursor go up. The track ball appeared to be stuck. It would go down and left to right with ease, but not go up.
I did what I could, which was not much, but still success eluded me. Wendy suggested I turned the phone off. I tried that but nothing. It still seemed stuck. We took out the battery to let the phone reset itself. Did not work. Wendy suggested changing the setting on the track ball. I used her phone to figure out where that setting was. I found it on her phone, but of course on my the cursor was at the present time lower than where I needed to be.
After cutting the phone off and on I was able to get the cursor in the right position to make the changes. I made the changes and viola! It worked! For two seconds. I did find that I was able to move the cursor if I slid my finger somewhat under the ball. It is hard to explain, but it worked.
Wendy seemed to think it might work better in the morning. I gave it a try this morning and it seemed a little more free. I actually had to return the setting back to lower because it was moving too fast and I could not click on what I wanted.
It is not working at 100%, but I can deal with it at least. At least I will be called when the roll is up yonder.
Wearing huggies
Hello all you who open your arms wide
I saw in the paper the other day that the act of hugging is on the rise. It seems that more young people are expressing themselves through this act. Now I did not read the whole article, so I don't have the all the facts.
It seems that even males are on trend of opening up. One person the paper interviewed believed that the increase in physical touching was that young people often stay in contact with others not face-to-face (like Facebook, Twitter, IM), so when they do see each other they want to be more expressive.
I think that people do enjoy physical contact. It is nice to be felt like you are wanted. Many people I know enjoy hugging and to be hugged. With all the personal information being shared it is like you already know about your friends so why not have better personal contact with them?
The next generation may become the touchy-feeley generation. They have so many ways to express themselves.
Might as well share the love. It may be the best part of the day. While you are hugging the person, maybe you can lift that wallet. Just kidding! It will be empty anyway.
I saw in the paper the other day that the act of hugging is on the rise. It seems that more young people are expressing themselves through this act. Now I did not read the whole article, so I don't have the all the facts.
It seems that even males are on trend of opening up. One person the paper interviewed believed that the increase in physical touching was that young people often stay in contact with others not face-to-face (like Facebook, Twitter, IM), so when they do see each other they want to be more expressive.
I think that people do enjoy physical contact. It is nice to be felt like you are wanted. Many people I know enjoy hugging and to be hugged. With all the personal information being shared it is like you already know about your friends so why not have better personal contact with them?
The next generation may become the touchy-feeley generation. They have so many ways to express themselves.
Might as well share the love. It may be the best part of the day. While you are hugging the person, maybe you can lift that wallet. Just kidding! It will be empty anyway.
Thursday, May 28, 2009
Lie to me
Hello all you bed heads,
I would have joined your revolution if I made it to bed at a decent time. I did not get to bed until this morning. Wendy woke me up at midnight to go to bed. I was dead to the world on the couch since 7:30.
Last night I did not feel like reading and there was nothing worth watching on TV. I became tired and passed out. I vaguely heard Wendy moving around and the next thing I know she was waking me up to go to bed.
Well I made my bed so I will lie in it.
I would have joined your revolution if I made it to bed at a decent time. I did not get to bed until this morning. Wendy woke me up at midnight to go to bed. I was dead to the world on the couch since 7:30.
Last night I did not feel like reading and there was nothing worth watching on TV. I became tired and passed out. I vaguely heard Wendy moving around and the next thing I know she was waking me up to go to bed.
Well I made my bed so I will lie in it.
Wednesday, May 27, 2009
Put the seat down
Hello all you left or right behinds
Last night Wendy and I went to workout for the first time in about a month. At least it was the first time for me in a long time. The machines in the workout room are somewhat automated. You put in a personalized code and it tells you your settings for the seat and how much weight. However, you have to manually adjust to your settings.
I was having a lot trouble adjusting the seat for some reason. You have to raise it slightly for it to adjust. It would not move or I would drop down too far. It was tough for me to get it in the right position.
I must have eaten a power bar or something before I had my appointment to determine my settings. Although it is easier to lift one than twelve. Last night I had trouble lifting my presets on most of the machines. I guess the purpose is to gain strength.
The machines that are hard for me are the ones that involve the arms. I feel weak when I am on them. I do not like the one where you face out and stretch your arms out. I cannot do much weight on them at all. It would probably help if I worked out more.
I guess the saying is true...there are strength in numbers.
Last night Wendy and I went to workout for the first time in about a month. At least it was the first time for me in a long time. The machines in the workout room are somewhat automated. You put in a personalized code and it tells you your settings for the seat and how much weight. However, you have to manually adjust to your settings.
I was having a lot trouble adjusting the seat for some reason. You have to raise it slightly for it to adjust. It would not move or I would drop down too far. It was tough for me to get it in the right position.
I must have eaten a power bar or something before I had my appointment to determine my settings. Although it is easier to lift one than twelve. Last night I had trouble lifting my presets on most of the machines. I guess the purpose is to gain strength.
The machines that are hard for me are the ones that involve the arms. I feel weak when I am on them. I do not like the one where you face out and stretch your arms out. I cannot do much weight on them at all. It would probably help if I worked out more.
I guess the saying is true...there are strength in numbers.
Tuesday, May 26, 2009
Ice cram
Hello all you sweet teeth
I enjoy eating ice cream. It is one of my favorite treats. Wendy and I had our share of it this weekend. We were out grocery shopping and saw a reduced price chocolate cake. What is better than cake? Cake and ice cream! So we picked up some Breyer's ice cream. Wendy picked out some chocolate mint and I picked out chocolate chip cookie dough.
We enjoyed eating the cake. Unfortunately, most of the icing of cake ended up on the container. However, we did our best to clean that off.
I think we will be desserted out. Besides the cake and ice cream, we had an ice coffee drink on Friday and a milkshake on Monday.
I would rather be sweet than sour though.
I enjoy eating ice cream. It is one of my favorite treats. Wendy and I had our share of it this weekend. We were out grocery shopping and saw a reduced price chocolate cake. What is better than cake? Cake and ice cream! So we picked up some Breyer's ice cream. Wendy picked out some chocolate mint and I picked out chocolate chip cookie dough.
We enjoyed eating the cake. Unfortunately, most of the icing of cake ended up on the container. However, we did our best to clean that off.
I think we will be desserted out. Besides the cake and ice cream, we had an ice coffee drink on Friday and a milkshake on Monday.
I would rather be sweet than sour though.
Nicked myself
Hello all you young at heart
The other day, for the whole weekend, Wendy and I had her niece, Maya, over. She greatly enjoys the Internet and cable television. It is amazing that children now are so comfortable with technology. They know more than I do.
We had in the background the television on to Nickelodeon. Wendy was on one computer. Maya was on her computer. I was reading. The television program was I think ICarly. Then something called Tru Jackson VP. I had seen a few episodes of ICarly, but had never heard of the other show. Not that I had cable growing up, but I remember that Nickelodeon was known for its children's programming. It seemed when I was growing up cartoons were the big draw. I think children today want to see other children acting. They have the choice between Hannah Montana, Zack and Cody, Jonas Brothers, ICarly, and many others that I cannot identify.
There are some things that I noticed in watching these types of shows. One of the things is that the characters are often female. The girl is the one in charge or coming up with the plan to save the day. Most of the time the child is in a role of power. Somehow the child is president of operations, a singer, or something of some importance. It does seem to me that the adults are insane. Maybe that is why the children are on their own without supervision. Another thing I noticed is that the plots often involve revenge. A character will do something to the lead and the lead and friends will get back at that person, usually involve the person getting arrested or getting a wedgie. Both of which are pretty embarrassing and uncomfortable.
I guess children have to have someone to look up too. Why not someone who makes lots of money and in the end saves the day-all in 30 minutes?
The other day, for the whole weekend, Wendy and I had her niece, Maya, over. She greatly enjoys the Internet and cable television. It is amazing that children now are so comfortable with technology. They know more than I do.
We had in the background the television on to Nickelodeon. Wendy was on one computer. Maya was on her computer. I was reading. The television program was I think ICarly. Then something called Tru Jackson VP. I had seen a few episodes of ICarly, but had never heard of the other show. Not that I had cable growing up, but I remember that Nickelodeon was known for its children's programming. It seemed when I was growing up cartoons were the big draw. I think children today want to see other children acting. They have the choice between Hannah Montana, Zack and Cody, Jonas Brothers, ICarly, and many others that I cannot identify.
There are some things that I noticed in watching these types of shows. One of the things is that the characters are often female. The girl is the one in charge or coming up with the plan to save the day. Most of the time the child is in a role of power. Somehow the child is president of operations, a singer, or something of some importance. It does seem to me that the adults are insane. Maybe that is why the children are on their own without supervision. Another thing I noticed is that the plots often involve revenge. A character will do something to the lead and the lead and friends will get back at that person, usually involve the person getting arrested or getting a wedgie. Both of which are pretty embarrassing and uncomfortable.
I guess children have to have someone to look up too. Why not someone who makes lots of money and in the end saves the day-all in 30 minutes?
Sunday, May 24, 2009
Sleeping with the fishes
Hello all you sea legs
No, I did not go fishing. I have not been hooked to that yet. Yesterday was the opening of the pool at our local Y. So since we had Wendy's niece, Maya, we decided to check it out. Maya loves to swim at her local pool and does it quite often. Wendy also enjoys the aqua. I can take it or leave it. I like to drink it and bathe in it, but that is about it.
So we head over to the water late Saturday afternoon. Right as we pull into the parking lot it begins to rain. We had noticed it was a little overcast, but we were hoping for the bright skies. So we waited under a little tent with deck chairs for the rain to stop. Fortunately, the sky was blue so the rain let up after 15 minutes. The guards let everyone back in, which were able 10 kids, Maya, Wendy, and me. We swam for a little bit. The water was cold to me. I like hot or least warm water. I have to even shower with warm water.
The pool was deeper than I thought. It started out at 4 and went to 9. It puts your height in perspective when you are in 5 ft water and your head is barely over the water. We went into the deep and I had to hang onto the side. I could not tread enough to maintain buoyancy in the deep water. I have learned that I am greatly out of shape, but I have never been much of a swimmer to begin or end with.
Wendy and I got out after a few minutes. Maya still continued her underwater tour. The Y also has a slide which Maya enjoyed.
Perhaps one day I will be able to pool my physical resources and enjoy the water.
No, I did not go fishing. I have not been hooked to that yet. Yesterday was the opening of the pool at our local Y. So since we had Wendy's niece, Maya, we decided to check it out. Maya loves to swim at her local pool and does it quite often. Wendy also enjoys the aqua. I can take it or leave it. I like to drink it and bathe in it, but that is about it.
So we head over to the water late Saturday afternoon. Right as we pull into the parking lot it begins to rain. We had noticed it was a little overcast, but we were hoping for the bright skies. So we waited under a little tent with deck chairs for the rain to stop. Fortunately, the sky was blue so the rain let up after 15 minutes. The guards let everyone back in, which were able 10 kids, Maya, Wendy, and me. We swam for a little bit. The water was cold to me. I like hot or least warm water. I have to even shower with warm water.
The pool was deeper than I thought. It started out at 4 and went to 9. It puts your height in perspective when you are in 5 ft water and your head is barely over the water. We went into the deep and I had to hang onto the side. I could not tread enough to maintain buoyancy in the deep water. I have learned that I am greatly out of shape, but I have never been much of a swimmer to begin or end with.
Wendy and I got out after a few minutes. Maya still continued her underwater tour. The Y also has a slide which Maya enjoyed.
Perhaps one day I will be able to pool my physical resources and enjoy the water.
Saturday, May 23, 2009
A little bit touched
Hello all you hands on types
Wendy will be the first in line to tell you that I am weird. How she puts up with me I am not sure. The issue of weirdness at hand here is my inability to be touched. I have a problem flinching. I know that it requires me to be hit two more times.
I am either too ticklish or it makes my skin feel weird. It is hard to describe but I am a person who squirms. Most often I tense up when touched. I am not sure if I was not held as a child or maybe I was held to much. I will have to get out the life balance scale. That would be an interesting device.
Touching in general makes me nervous. Not consciously, but unconsciously. I flinch when someone puts his or her hand out. I am not sure if I believe that the person is going to hit me. I am not really fond of massages or head rubs. I know most people like those things, but it would not be my form of relaxation. Even handshakes are not that comfortable sometimes. In some cases, when a person squeezes my hand it hurts a little bit. I know what you are thinking, "You wimp." Yes, it is true. Speaking of handshakes, it is weird to feel hands that are extremely rough and on the opposite note, hands that are extremely soft.
I know this post has been useless, but that is me. You can poke me with the ten foot pole and we can call it even.
Wendy will be the first in line to tell you that I am weird. How she puts up with me I am not sure. The issue of weirdness at hand here is my inability to be touched. I have a problem flinching. I know that it requires me to be hit two more times.
I am either too ticklish or it makes my skin feel weird. It is hard to describe but I am a person who squirms. Most often I tense up when touched. I am not sure if I was not held as a child or maybe I was held to much. I will have to get out the life balance scale. That would be an interesting device.
Touching in general makes me nervous. Not consciously, but unconsciously. I flinch when someone puts his or her hand out. I am not sure if I believe that the person is going to hit me. I am not really fond of massages or head rubs. I know most people like those things, but it would not be my form of relaxation. Even handshakes are not that comfortable sometimes. In some cases, when a person squeezes my hand it hurts a little bit. I know what you are thinking, "You wimp." Yes, it is true. Speaking of handshakes, it is weird to feel hands that are extremely rough and on the opposite note, hands that are extremely soft.
I know this post has been useless, but that is me. You can poke me with the ten foot pole and we can call it even.
Friday, May 22, 2009
Dis--apointment
Hello all you eager employees
I know you are ready for the end of the workday. Well so am I, but I have to wait a few more hours. I was hoping that the building would close a few hours early. But it was not meant to be. Usually on long weekends the building will close a few hours early on the Friday before. It has always been an unwritten rule.
Now I suppose the times are changing. I hope this wonderful perk does not disappear. I know as a worker I am ready to disappear.
Well have a good weekend...no matter when it starts.
I know you are ready for the end of the workday. Well so am I, but I have to wait a few more hours. I was hoping that the building would close a few hours early. But it was not meant to be. Usually on long weekends the building will close a few hours early on the Friday before. It has always been an unwritten rule.
Now I suppose the times are changing. I hope this wonderful perk does not disappear. I know as a worker I am ready to disappear.
Well have a good weekend...no matter when it starts.
Now that's reality tv
Dear people on my viewing screen...How did you get in that box?
I admit that I do not like reality television, or at least what the population calls "reality tv." I used to go on tirades and storm around or was it wear tiara and prance around? Shows that are labeled reality television I could not stand to watch. I get on Wendy's nerves by my lack of self control around these shows. I try to let Wendy enjoy Survivor.
Wendy and I did watch some interesting television last night. The shows contained clips of real people, okay I did not see the birth certificate, but I am believing they are real. Of course they were doing stupid things.
The first show was The Exterminators. It was so bizarre it was interesting. The show features a family in Louisiana who are in the exterminator business. The main guy is dressed in goth or punk. I am not sure which one it is. A camera crew follows him around as he disposes of critters. The episode I viewed he captured a beaver and got rid of thousands of roaches. I have to admit that the guy, Billy, knew a lot about exterminating. He gave some pretty interesting facts. I might would watch the show again, if I remember to record it.
Also we watched a program called Outrageous Weddings. The show's premise was clips from weddings that had strange aspects from the proposal to the reception. Most of the clips were too amazing to believe. One of the most interesting clips was of a bride who wanted a wedding cake in her likeness. So the cake decorator made a five foot four inches representation of the bride. It really did look like the bride. I would think that would have to be disturbing to see them cutting into the cake. I think from what they showed the weddings were able to finish even though circumstances did cause a few interruptions.
Maybe reality television has hope...as long as you entertain me.
I admit that I do not like reality television, or at least what the population calls "reality tv." I used to go on tirades and storm around or was it wear tiara and prance around? Shows that are labeled reality television I could not stand to watch. I get on Wendy's nerves by my lack of self control around these shows. I try to let Wendy enjoy Survivor.
Wendy and I did watch some interesting television last night. The shows contained clips of real people, okay I did not see the birth certificate, but I am believing they are real. Of course they were doing stupid things.
The first show was The Exterminators. It was so bizarre it was interesting. The show features a family in Louisiana who are in the exterminator business. The main guy is dressed in goth or punk. I am not sure which one it is. A camera crew follows him around as he disposes of critters. The episode I viewed he captured a beaver and got rid of thousands of roaches. I have to admit that the guy, Billy, knew a lot about exterminating. He gave some pretty interesting facts. I might would watch the show again, if I remember to record it.
Also we watched a program called Outrageous Weddings. The show's premise was clips from weddings that had strange aspects from the proposal to the reception. Most of the clips were too amazing to believe. One of the most interesting clips was of a bride who wanted a wedding cake in her likeness. So the cake decorator made a five foot four inches representation of the bride. It really did look like the bride. I would think that would have to be disturbing to see them cutting into the cake. I think from what they showed the weddings were able to finish even though circumstances did cause a few interruptions.
Maybe reality television has hope...as long as you entertain me.
Thursday, May 21, 2009
Too quiet
Well hello all you working stiffs,
It has been a quiet week or more here at the building. Some people are saying, "Oh, it is the quiet before the storm." I think it is just naturally slow. the pre-summer and summer period are slow times for us. It is pretty quiet in the building because everyone is out doing their things they promoted during the year. Plus vacation, vacation, vacation!
Sometimes I see the value of it being slow, but mostly it does drag the day. Often it can turn into a mind numbing experiencing. So when I do jump off the cliffs of insanity hopefully I will have a comfortable lifeboat waiting on me.
Aye, captain.
It has been a quiet week or more here at the building. Some people are saying, "Oh, it is the quiet before the storm." I think it is just naturally slow. the pre-summer and summer period are slow times for us. It is pretty quiet in the building because everyone is out doing their things they promoted during the year. Plus vacation, vacation, vacation!
Sometimes I see the value of it being slow, but mostly it does drag the day. Often it can turn into a mind numbing experiencing. So when I do jump off the cliffs of insanity hopefully I will have a comfortable lifeboat waiting on me.
Aye, captain.
Wednesday, May 20, 2009
Pronounced effect
Hello all you talkies
I just thought I would share a quick experience I had. One that I have been having for the past weeks. No, it is not that dream where I am walking around in my underwear. That is not a dream...and besides I walk around in your underwear.
Anyway, I keep getting those automated phone calls from several agencies. The good news is they don't want me. They want the person who previously had this number. It apparently was a woman name Tiffany. Not according to the automated voice pronouncing her name. It sounds more like...Ti-fanny. I would have thought Tiffany would be a normal enough name for the system to recognize.
Oh well. It is nice to know you are wanted, even though they want to speak to someone else.
I just thought I would share a quick experience I had. One that I have been having for the past weeks. No, it is not that dream where I am walking around in my underwear. That is not a dream...and besides I walk around in your underwear.
Anyway, I keep getting those automated phone calls from several agencies. The good news is they don't want me. They want the person who previously had this number. It apparently was a woman name Tiffany. Not according to the automated voice pronouncing her name. It sounds more like...Ti-fanny. I would have thought Tiffany would be a normal enough name for the system to recognize.
Oh well. It is nice to know you are wanted, even though they want to speak to someone else.
On the goo
Hello you road worriers
It looks like it will be an early start to today. So the day will probably end early for me. Wendy is leaving early to babysit her nephew while her brother and sister-in-law prepare to move.
So I will be in batch mode for a few days.
It looks like it will be an early start to today. So the day will probably end early for me. Wendy is leaving early to babysit her nephew while her brother and sister-in-law prepare to move.
So I will be in batch mode for a few days.
Tuesday, May 19, 2009
Beat-attitude
Hello all you world combatants
Have you ever just wanted to smack someone? Well yesterday was my day. I wish that I could go back in time and beat myself up. It was one of those days that meaningless turns to violence. I am not sure what I would have done differently, but the thought is there that I could change. Give me one more chance ghost of Christmas future.
I think I have learned that I will be an extra. I came to this realization by standing around at work with seven other people trying to put up a board. Yeap, you could say I was bored. I think my career aspirations have become watching things. Examples...watching a computer monitor, a copy machine, somebody speak, and the list could go on.
I think I will be in an institution in the next few years. I will be sequestered from the public and locked in some room. I am sure there will be TV and books. That is pretty much what my life is like now.
At the ding, please turn the page.
Have you ever just wanted to smack someone? Well yesterday was my day. I wish that I could go back in time and beat myself up. It was one of those days that meaningless turns to violence. I am not sure what I would have done differently, but the thought is there that I could change. Give me one more chance ghost of Christmas future.
I think I have learned that I will be an extra. I came to this realization by standing around at work with seven other people trying to put up a board. Yeap, you could say I was bored. I think my career aspirations have become watching things. Examples...watching a computer monitor, a copy machine, somebody speak, and the list could go on.
I think I will be in an institution in the next few years. I will be sequestered from the public and locked in some room. I am sure there will be TV and books. That is pretty much what my life is like now.
At the ding, please turn the page.
Monday, May 18, 2009
Assault on the battery
Hello all you weekend warriors
It was a pretty good weekend for the most part. Saturday did not start off that well. Wendy found out that one of her favorite necklaces was broken. I am not sure if it broke in her luggage on her trip home. Then a tape measure we have broke. Wendy tried to pull out the tape and the tape snapped.
We left our house late morning to visit Wendy's parents. Since our driveway is pretty narrow, we had to switch cars. I put my car out on the car so we could take Wendy's car. As I got into Wendy's car she told me it was not cranking right. She cut off the engine and then turned it back on. The engine cranked right up. So we did not think anything about it. We made it to Wendy's parents safely.
Saturday afternoon at the church of Wendy's parents they had a Super Sunday School Shindig. Wendy's mother had to be at the church a little earlier so Wendy's dad and us were driving later. We go out to Wendy's car and I put the key in the ignition and nothing happens. We think "Oh, no!" Wendy's dad gives a jump start and we figure it is the battery. We make it to the church and have a good time at the shindig eating hot dogs and hamburgers. Now is the trip back to Wendy's parents house and the car still does not start. So we get another jump to make it back.
Once at the house Wendy's dad and I visit an auto store to purchase a battery. The battery in the car was the original so Wendy got a few years out of the battery. Wendy's dad replaces the battery and the car cranks normally.
Sunday we go to church and then out to eat at a Mexican restaurant. It was pretty good. Later that afternoon we make the trip back to our house. It took a long time because there was a bunch of traffic on 40. I think I average for about 30 miles 30 mph. All of a sudden it opened up and we could drive normally. Still not sure what happened, but we made it back safely.
So for the most part it was a good weekend. There were a few unpleasant surprises, but the good outweighed the bad.
It was a pretty good weekend for the most part. Saturday did not start off that well. Wendy found out that one of her favorite necklaces was broken. I am not sure if it broke in her luggage on her trip home. Then a tape measure we have broke. Wendy tried to pull out the tape and the tape snapped.
We left our house late morning to visit Wendy's parents. Since our driveway is pretty narrow, we had to switch cars. I put my car out on the car so we could take Wendy's car. As I got into Wendy's car she told me it was not cranking right. She cut off the engine and then turned it back on. The engine cranked right up. So we did not think anything about it. We made it to Wendy's parents safely.
Saturday afternoon at the church of Wendy's parents they had a Super Sunday School Shindig. Wendy's mother had to be at the church a little earlier so Wendy's dad and us were driving later. We go out to Wendy's car and I put the key in the ignition and nothing happens. We think "Oh, no!" Wendy's dad gives a jump start and we figure it is the battery. We make it to the church and have a good time at the shindig eating hot dogs and hamburgers. Now is the trip back to Wendy's parents house and the car still does not start. So we get another jump to make it back.
Once at the house Wendy's dad and I visit an auto store to purchase a battery. The battery in the car was the original so Wendy got a few years out of the battery. Wendy's dad replaces the battery and the car cranks normally.
Sunday we go to church and then out to eat at a Mexican restaurant. It was pretty good. Later that afternoon we make the trip back to our house. It took a long time because there was a bunch of traffic on 40. I think I average for about 30 miles 30 mph. All of a sudden it opened up and we could drive normally. Still not sure what happened, but we made it back safely.
So for the most part it was a good weekend. There were a few unpleasant surprises, but the good outweighed the bad.
Saturday, May 16, 2009
Welcome back!
No, not you. The one behind you. Okay, you can come along.
Hello you people doing that thing you usually do.
Well for those interested, namely me, my wife has returned from her trip. I picked her up from the aeroport yesterday afternoon. Her flight was a little delayed, but that was not a problem. It was amazing to see all the cars and the busy activity.
It is good to have her home, although it does feel a little weird. It has been a few weeks. It is strange to have someone in house. At least I know the electricity works. Honestly, parts of it do not feel like it has been that long. During the week I was always at work or asleep on the couch. During the weekends I was visiting friends and family.
That is not to say that I don't want Wendy to leave again. She is definitely the one who helps get me out of the house. Without her I would look worse than I already do. We are celebrating her return by visiting with her parents for the weekend.
Welcome back! Now does this shirt go with these pants?
Hello you people doing that thing you usually do.
Well for those interested, namely me, my wife has returned from her trip. I picked her up from the aeroport yesterday afternoon. Her flight was a little delayed, but that was not a problem. It was amazing to see all the cars and the busy activity.
It is good to have her home, although it does feel a little weird. It has been a few weeks. It is strange to have someone in house. At least I know the electricity works. Honestly, parts of it do not feel like it has been that long. During the week I was always at work or asleep on the couch. During the weekends I was visiting friends and family.
That is not to say that I don't want Wendy to leave again. She is definitely the one who helps get me out of the house. Without her I would look worse than I already do. We are celebrating her return by visiting with her parents for the weekend.
Welcome back! Now does this shirt go with these pants?
Friday, May 15, 2009
A cut above
Hello all you beautiful people
Last night I was flipping around the channels on television last night. I did not find much to watch. As I was flipping through I happened to see footage of a breast enlargement surgery on BBC America. I have to say it gave my stomach a little nausea feeling.
The surgery was done by an Indian doctor who specializes in breast enlargement. I think the narrator referred to him as the "boob doctor." The woman having surgery was a stripper who wanted a larger chest size.
It was a an odd looking procedure. Granted I have not seen many surgeries, nor fortunately have I had any surgery. The doctor cut a slit on the breast. So basically there was this hole in the breast. The doctor took out some of the natural filler from her chest. Then he put the breast implant into the hole. He had to stuff it inside. The implant looked like a watery donut. Think about that during your next meeting.
I am also reading a book where the antagonist is a doctor who specializes in plastic surgery.
There are ways to improve yourself, but be careful about the ways you do it. Some are healthier and cheaper.
Last night I was flipping around the channels on television last night. I did not find much to watch. As I was flipping through I happened to see footage of a breast enlargement surgery on BBC America. I have to say it gave my stomach a little nausea feeling.
The surgery was done by an Indian doctor who specializes in breast enlargement. I think the narrator referred to him as the "boob doctor." The woman having surgery was a stripper who wanted a larger chest size.
It was a an odd looking procedure. Granted I have not seen many surgeries, nor fortunately have I had any surgery. The doctor cut a slit on the breast. So basically there was this hole in the breast. The doctor took out some of the natural filler from her chest. Then he put the breast implant into the hole. He had to stuff it inside. The implant looked like a watery donut. Think about that during your next meeting.
I am also reading a book where the antagonist is a doctor who specializes in plastic surgery.
There are ways to improve yourself, but be careful about the ways you do it. Some are healthier and cheaper.
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