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Tuesday, February 28, 2006

what a good morning

today i :
- get to drive the wife's car ( she still isn't feeling good )
- got permission to buy a new laptop computer!
- getting ready to eat two pb&j sandwiches ( supposed to be my lunch )

and it is near perfect weather today. i have always liked the temp to be just a little cool. warm enough to wear shorts but cool enough that putting on a long sleeved t-shirt or light jacket wouldn't be to warm. today feels like one of those days where you can take a deep breath and feel the cool air in your lungs, it is rejuvinating ( probably not how you spell that ).

Monday, February 27, 2006

answer to the egg question

ok...a male rooster is needed for the egg to become a baby chicken. if the rooster is not present then it is just a cooking egg ( which can never become an egg ). i do have a disgusting story about cooking eggs. if you ask i will tell you but i warn you, it is not for the faint of heart

how do i think of these things?

i just went to a local hardware store to get a key made. inside they had these little baby chickens ( very cute ). that got me to thinking, how do hens make eggs? do they have to have sex with the rooster? i thought hens laid eggs all the time so if that is the case then either 1) you have to have a lot of roosters or 2) a very "active" rooster. if hens do not have to do this then what is the need of the rooster? why are they around?

on a very side note, grey's was great last night. i felt so bad for george. the thing is, i really like gray too. i also like baily. those are my top 3 on the show. and they all have very different attitudes. i can see a little of myself in each of them. i still think i am the most like george.

are you talking to me?

what a good weekend. yesterday i went with some friends and rode through the woods in a jeep. talk about fun. the most interesting part about my weekend would have to be church on sunday. my friend chris spoke and it was really good. eventually, everyone has to make a decision about their faith, sometimes more than once. i grew up in church. my mom played piano while my grandma was the secretary and my grandpa ( i call him pa ) was a deacon. i belived because my parents did. i understood what i needed to say so that i could become a member of the church and finally take communion and get my name in the chruch phone book. later on when my parents got divorced and i could choose for myself to go to church or not i chose not to. why go? God is everywhere and doesn't really care if i go to church just as long as i am still a good person and i talk to him every once in a while. then i went to a catholic high school. i even had to take religion classes. you would think this would have led me back, nope. i was taught that the bible was a good book but not true. the old testament was just a giant parable and didn't realy happen. all this time i was still a "good" person. i never stole anything, a watched my mouth in front of my grandparents and parents ( most of the time ), didn't drink that much, didn't have a lot of sex, and so on. sometimes i would be walking home at night from work and i would look up to the sky and talk to God. i usually only did this though when i needed something. to speed this story up, i finally went to college where i met kent. kent was/is cool. he showed me this different world. he spoke about his past and was a great friend to me. if i hadn't met him i would not even be writing on this blog. i wouldn't have met some many wonderful people that i still have friendships with today. i probably wouldn't be married either. anyways...back to this sunday. chris talked about struggling with God. God is not going to force me to love him. he wants me to come to him on my own. i think i have. but i still struggle. sometimes i think about what death is like. sometime i am afraid that i don't really konw God. why don't i hear his voice like other people? why can't i stay focused when i try to pray? i have lots of whys. but sunday gave me hope. Jacob finally came to God and trusted him fully. hopefully one day i will be like Jacob too.

sorry about the rambling and babbling. hopefully this made some sense

Thursday, February 23, 2006

not good

AAAAAAAAARRRRRRRRRGGGGGGGGGHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

this has not been a good day so far...and it is only 9:49.

Tuesday, February 21, 2006

bounce with me

what if your favorite song that makes you bounce? that one song, no matter where you are, that makes you want to dance. that one song with that oh so catchy beat. i was looking through my song list ( 993 songs ) and i would have to be one of these songs:

Robbie Williams Rock D.J.
Sisco Thong Song
Tupac U Can't See me
Warren G Regulate
Wycleff and the Refugee All-Stars We Trying to Stay Alive

i almost forgot ... almost any song by Flogging Molly.

i have to agree

TURIN, Italy – Figure skating is not a sport.
Now, before you whip off your Risport and spike the blade through my aorta, please note that I think figure skaters are not just athletes, but remarkable athletes.
Figure skating requires strength, speed, stamina, dexterity, balance, timing, guts and just about everything other imaginable athletic skill. Certainly, more athletic skill than I could muster.
But figure skating is a competition, not a sport, and it has nothing to do with how difficult or entertaining it is. It is simply a matter of how the winner is determined. It is the same for gymnastics, diving, beauty pageants or anything that chooses a champion solely by human judging.
A sport needs to have a quantifiable way to determine a winner and a loser. There can be no debate about the scoring system. A ball must go into a goal or through a hoop; a runner must reach home or finish before the others. The winners run faster, jump higher, score more.
In some sports a clock is used to determine a winner, but the clock is not subjective. Besides, you can't have 53 guys racing down a ski hill at the same time. The clock is a judge, but it is an objective one.
Figure skating has none of this. Everything is about interpretation of success. It is about what the judge thinks, believes, feels. There is nothing absolutely quantifiable. Yes, the number of revolutions in a jump counts, but in the end if two people do the same jump, a human has to decide which one he or she likes better.
That is not a sport.
Figure skaters wear elaborate costumes in an attempt to appear more appealing, more flowing, more beautiful. The women (and even some men) wear makeup, they get their hair done, they wear jewelry, they play stirring music.
An ugly person would stand at a considerable, if not insurmountable, disadvantage in skating. Sasha Cohen would whip them every time.
As absurd as the Tonya Harding-Nancy Kerrigan drama that propelled skating into stratosphere was, it was based partially on the fact that it is a competition, not a sport. Harding was a powerful skater, possibly better at all aspects of skating than Kerrigan. But she was shorter, stockier and less feminine. Although Harding had defeated Kerrigan on occasion, she knew she was at a disadvantage against the taller, prettier, more graceful Kerrigan.
So she conspired with her boyfriend to have Kerrigan whacked in one of her skinny little knees.
In a real sport, this wouldn't have been necessary. Ugly people can win in track, in skiing, in the NFL, in soccer.
Beauty doesn't matter. Style doesn't count. There are no judges.
Some will argue that referees are essentially judges, determining who scores and who doesn't. But a referee is merely there to assure order and make the competitors follow the rules.
Yes, in most sports, the referee has the freedom to determine right and wrong by what he sees – a false start, an illegal advantage – but he is not determining the final victor. His assignment is to simply ensure fair play. The refs can't just say that while one team scored more points, they thought the other one was better anyway.
This creates a bizarre paradox where something like curling is a sport and figure skating isn't, even though to compare the level of necessary athletic ability is comical. But it is what it is. You have to be a stunning athlete to compete in the NBA Slam Dunk Contest but that doesn't make it a sport.
There is one exception to this no-judges rule: boxing (or kickboxing, or other fighting sports). This is fine because a clear victor can be achieved with a knockout (no judge needed). The judges are only used when the fight has gone on so long that it has to be stopped for the safety of the competitors. If they keep beating on each other, someone could die.
Of course, the presence of judges is why boxing is considered the most corrupt sport.
Other than that, no judge should ever determine a winner in a true sport. When you have that, whether it is ice skating, gymnastics or diving, you have a competition.
It isn't any different than American Idol. It can be fun to watch, the athletes can be talented and tenacious, it can be a great competition, but it isn't a sport.
It just isn't.
Dan Wetzel is Yahoo! Sports' national columnist. Dan is the author of two new books

Monday, February 20, 2006

yet another day

so last night was grey's. needless to say it was good. also, george continues to be my favorite person with merideth (sp?) a close second. he finally got the balls to tell grey how he really feels. i know how george feels. you know your talking, you can hear the words leaving your lips yet nobody can hear you. you start talking louder and louder, you scream at the top of your lungs just so you might be recognized. nobody turns around. nobody cares. you don't really care that people can't hear or see you but it is that one person you are trying to gain the attention of that hurts.

Friday, February 17, 2006

3 things...

ok. if you could take any 3 things with you to a deserted island J( like on lost ) what would they be? for me this list changes all the time but here are three things i would take today:

soloar powerd mp3 player loaded with songs ( at least i could hear other voices )
white towel ( can use as a blanket, pillow, net, flag, sail, filter, washcloth, towel, and probably some other things as well )
hatchet ( i could use it to make other tools )

i think most of the other stuff that i would need i could find in nature. i would take a bible but i can put that on the mp3 player

Thursday, February 16, 2006

i ♥ my blog

last night made me realize that i really like this blog. i have never been an good speaker ( not that good at writing either ). the words just never really seem to flow from my mouth like they should. somewhere between my brain and my lips the words get messed up and just don't come out right. on here if it doesn't look right then i can go back and try again. very cool. plus i can be a little more free because i am not face to face with anybody.

i bought this random magazine at hot topic for the cd sampler in it. it was the best $0.50 i have evver spent. there are some really good bands on there. i am probably going to buy two of the bands soon. here are the lyrics from one of those bands. they are Spill Canvas and the song is called Valiant

There's a special place inside my skull
Where your DNA it codes my cerebrum
In full stuttering and drooling
My shredded throat will try to sing for you

What do you say? Would you marry me today?
The moon would gush all inside out
and my nightmares would go away
What do you say? Would you devote yourself today?
Like riding out a sinking ship as it lowers into the bay
Please stay.

The blood collects and flushes out your cheek bones
I've got this secret garden and you are the only one who knows

I'm stuttering and drooling
My shredded throat will try to sing for you

What do you say? Would you marry me today?
The moon would gush all inside out
and my nightmares would go away
What do you say? Would you devote yourself today?
Like riding out a sinking ship as it lowers into the bay
Please.

I'm cutting ties with all the jealous zombies
I need to feel your warm body on me

When the sun goes down and the shadows grow
Just trust in us and forever know
Please keep holding on to me

Wednesday, February 15, 2006

do something not normal

have you ever just decided to do something that was far from normal? for example one day i was driving to work and i decided that i wasn't going to talk all day long ( i did it too ). today, i am going to wear this headset thing ( not conected to anything ) all day. i might get some weird looks but it makes people smile and that is good. we are supposed to help others and helping people smile is one way to help

Tuesday, February 14, 2006

tell me it isn't so

Love Monkey has been cancelled. please say it isn't so. i really liked that show too! i think i am going to go be emo and cry. ok i am not really going to go cry because it is just a tv show.

valentine's day...go ahead and take my money

today is the day most guys dread. it is the one day that can make the manliest of men weep in fear. men scurry around trying to find that perfect gift. some men plan ahead, others wait till the last second ( i plan a little and wait a lot ). and it isn't just the person you are buying for that you have to be afraid of. you have to pass the aproval of that women's friends. if your gift sucks then her friends will know that you are a slacker and worth less than slug slime. some women ( most that i am around ) say that they don't really want anything and that blah blah blah...it's a lie. if i decided to not get my wife anything because she said so i would be lucky if got to sleep in the doghouse. the only good part is that this day ( at least for me ) reminds me that i shouldn't just do something nice because i am told to. i should do it all the time, for no reason at all.

Monday, February 13, 2006

good times

so my dad and step-mom came down this weekend. we didn't think they would actually make it but they did. we had good time. the best part was when my dad and i went walking with sally ( the dog ) to find a sunday newspaper and gum. we ended up going to the bp on main st and through campus. it reminded me of the times my dad and i would go walking on bardstown road. we would start at the phoenix hil tavern and walk all the way down to the great ecscape ( comic book store ). we would stop at great harvest bread and other places. when we were done we would jump on the T.A.R.C ( bus ) and go home. i would fall asleep reading one of my new comics.

isn't it funny what you remember and what you don't?

now i leave you with the lyrics to a song by I Can Make a Mess Like Nobody's Business:

Hope for the best in everyone, in understanding what we've done,
i laugh to myself, it gives me Hope
for the best for what we lost,
to understand when no one wants,
it makes me laugh, it gives Me hope.

I'm sitting alone and i think to myself,
it'd be great if people could know,
if we wore big tags Or we threw big parties where only lost people could go,
so we'd never think we're wrong, and We'd never feel alone...alone

Friday, February 10, 2006

bring on the snow

i don't have much to write about today. i am in one of those moods where nothing really matters. i am here and that is all that counts. i think the snow helps. snow is great. i could just sit and watch the snow fall. i love to stand in the snow with my arms spread, looking into the sky. feeling the cold flakes land on my cheeks and eyes. in some strange way it comforts me, lets me know that everything is ok. i have a great wife, great friends, a great family...what more do i need? nothing. God has blessed way more than i deserve. i have to be the luckiest guy in world.

Thursday, February 09, 2006

no title today

here is a link to listen to 5 teddy geiger songs: http://www.clearchannelmusic.com/cc-common/new/artist_spot.html?&artist_id=43

i don't know why i am writing this but i am. parents got divorced when i was in the 6th grade. at first i thought my dad was going to move back in but that was only wishful thinking. i was an only child until both parents decided to remarry within one year. i quickly gained 3 step-brothers, 2 step-sisters and a half brother ( he is my favorite ). so my dad and step-mom moved away to texas and i lived with my mom. i grew to really not like my dad. i was really mad and hurt that he choose this new woman over me. he was choosing to not see me, to miss out on some of the most important years of my life, choosing to not teach me to be a man. my step-dad on the other hand was there. the only problem is that he is a jerk. he is verbally abusive and has actually pushed me a couple of times. i didn't want him around. at that time i would have not shed a tear if he would have died. the years have passed. i am friendly to my dad but he acts more like a friend than a dad. i can't remember the last time he said i love you to me. things are slightly better with my step-dad. we just don't talk much. most the time he isn't home but when he is we just sort of ignore each other. we will say hi but that is about it. it's funny because i have two dads yet neither was there for me.

now...do i post or delete?

Tuesday, February 07, 2006

silly little monkey

the curious george soundtrack came out today. i should have my copy by lunch. from what i have already heard, it sounds really good.

yesterday could have been better. i feel like i am actually good at very few things. i can get by in most but most things i am just not extra good in. but there is one thing that i think i do very well. that is video games. that is one reason why i like to play so much, i am good. i know how to play. i feel like i am an expert when i am playing. some people sing, snowboard, play basketball, and anything else you can think of. and what sucks about it is that i get in trouble if i play to much. so when i get yelled at for playing it really does hurt.

oh and i dropped my deoderant in the toilet...i threw it away. don't ask me how ( if you do ask i will tell you though ).

Wednesday, February 01, 2006

it's growing on me

i think i might have reacted a little harshly about the cd. it is actually starting to grow on me. there is one song on there called sidways that is really good. oh and on a completely different note, i have to learn html so i can make a web page by march 1st. if this goes good then hopefully it will branch out into other things i can do.

now i leave you with some lyrics from citizen cope. the song is called my way home.

Sometimes I miss a step
I stumble here and there
I'm findin' my way home
If I'm lost then I'll admit
Sometimes i plain forget
I'm findin' my way home
You can try and stand in my way
You can say what you're gonna say
But I'm finding my way home