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1. Who’s a good boy?
2. Who’s got a fluffy tail?
3. What’s in your tail?
4. What do you have?
5. What’s in your mouth?
6. Where did you get that?
7. Where is the rest of that?
8. Where’s your mom?
…I am taking Sociology of Religion and Application of Sociology Research and Design.
My beautiful 16 year old sister, who lives with me I might add, is hosting a collection of her friends this evening. Nothing extravagant. Much concern of course that the entertaining is without any SNAFU. The biggest concern is that my youngest sister, 14, who lives with me I might also add, does not act “retarded”.
Not to offend but she has a severly stunted social index. No really. She absolutely does not know to behave properly around people and she is subject to some five year old toddler tantrum. My family kept her inside and away from people. Odd huh?
Reletively speak I’m pretty sure I am experiencing the most amount of stress at one time in all my life. Certainly having my teenage sisters move in with me and wife because my stepmom has problems is stressful enough. I thought that would be the most difficult but turns out not so much. Finals time yay! All I do study and fall asleep pouring over my notes after work. Now after taking my Statistics final I’m not quite confident that I passed that After much work on my Project Proposal paper I received a 67 as my grade. That counts as my midterm. Awsome huh. Her remarks were that choice of topic was too heavy of geography for a sociology What an inconvenience because she approved the topic to proceed and I followed other well known sociologists’ work as my research reference. My was not original and not beyond previous sociology work in the field. I’ve just realized a statistical trend that I receive less grades when I have female professors. I haven’t compiled the data but I am sure of it.
So last night after work my family, that is my wife and my sisters went to attend an ALANON meeting at the nice facility where my stepmom is staying. Looks like we will be doing that every week. I am so excited and looking forward to it. I can’t hardly wait to get off of work and drive into the city center on a Wednesday night. Next week I intend to have dinner pre-made or some crockpot item.
Now it looks like every Thursday morning I get to meet with my youngest sister’s parole officer. Good thing is she is doing well and it looks like this may make an over difference in her life. My only complaint is that these meeting seem to be too unstructured and go on too long. Though on topic in the broadest sense, it becomes conversational.
I have one more exam next week and I am looking forward to nailing an A. I need it. My GPA is low right now. I’m not sure if this will carry me over. Ω
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THOSE BORN 1920-1979 READ TO THE BOTTOM FOR QUOTE OF THE MONTH BY JAY LENO. IF YOU DON’T READ ANYTHING ELSE—-VERY WELL STATED TO ALL THE KIDS WHO SURVIVED the 1930’s, 40’s, 50’s, 60’s and 70’s!!
First, we survived being born to mothers who smoked and/or drank while they were pregnant. They took aspirin, ate blue cheese dressing, tuna from a can, and didn’t get tested for diabetes. Then after that trauma, we were put to sleep on our tummies in baby cribs covered with bright colored lead-based paints. We had no childproof lids on medicine bottles, doors or cabinets and when we rode our bikes, we had no helmets, not to mention, the risks we took hitchhiking. As infants &children, we would ride in cars with no car seats, booster seats, seat belts or air bags. Riding in the back of a pick up on a warm day was always a special treat. We drank water from the garden hose and NOT from a bottle. We shared one soft drink with four friends, from one bottle and NO ONE actually died from this. We ate cupcakes, white bread and real butter and drank Kool-aid made with sugar, but we weren’t overweight because, WE WERE ALWAYS OUTSIDE PLAYING! We would lea ve home in the morning and play all day, as long as we were back when the streetlights came on. No one was able to reach us all day. And! we were O.K. We would spend hours building our go-carts out of scraps and then ride down the hill, only to find out we forgot the brakes After running into the bushes a few times, we learned to solve the problem. We did not have Playstations, Nintendo’s, X-boxes, no video games at all, no 150 channels on cable, no video movies or DVD’s, no surround-sound or CD’s, no cell phones, no personal computers, no Internet or chat rooms……. WE HAD FRIENDS and we went outside and found them! We fell out of trees, got cut, broke bones and teeth and there were no lawsuits from these accidents. We ate worms and mud pies made from dirt, and the worms did not live in us forever. We were given BB guns for our 10th birthdays, made up games with sticks and tennis balls and, although we were told it would happen, we did not poke out very many eyes. We rode bikes or walked to a friend’s house and knocked on the door or rang the bell, or just walked in and talked to them! Little League had tryouts and not everyone made the team. Those who didn’t had to learn to deal with disappointment. Imagine that!! The of a parent bailing us out if we broke the law was unheard of. They actually s with the law! These generations have produced some of the best risk-takers, problem solvers and inventors ever! The past 50 years have been an explosion of innovation and new We had freedom, failure, success and responsibility, and we learned HOW TO DEAL WITH IT ALL!
If YOU are one of them CONGRATULATIONS! You might want to share this with others who have had the luck to grow up as kids, before the lawyers and the government regulated so much of our lives for our own good . While you are at it, forward it to your kids so they will know how brave (and lucky) their parents were Kind of makes you want to run through the house with scissors, doesn’t it?! The quote of the month is by Jay Leno: ‘With hurricanes, tornados, fires out of control, mud slides, flooding, severe thunderstorms tearing up the country from one end to another, and with the threat of bird flu and terrorist attacks, are we sure this is a good time to take God out of th e Pledge of Allegiance?’ For those that prefer to think that God is not watching over us…go ahead and delete this.
My dad died in March. I still very much miss him. Every now and then something will remind me about my father. I can’t stand being this sad. I watched Grey’s Anatomy last night and I was on the verge of crying again. He wasn’t always the best but he always tried his best and gave to me. From my whole life this is the first time someone close to me has pass away. I watch him slowly creep away from life. Sickness had taken him. I would like to think that as he was leaving he saw me and knew me when I held his hand and told him it was ok for him to go. But it isn’t ok and he’s gone and I miss him. I didn’t want him to die. I didn’t want him to get sick. I didn’t want him to be in pain.
"Does any one actually read this blog," he said curiously as he typed the message into his laptop.
One day a few years ago I was lying on my cot in Iraq, resting back from a mission, when it occured to me that I may not be immortal. Immortality is a strange thing in that the only way to prove it is fatal. Without this notion of immortality it may be possible for things to hurt me or kill me. For someone who’s always believed that he’d live forever this is a sobering thought. While you may be sitting there reading this thinking everyone comes to die, how do you know that? What if people who don’t die but instead quietly go somewhere else after the people that knew him came to expire themselves or forget him?
When I was I about to enter into the big world on my own I had a chance meeting with someone. I was all of seventeen and she was fifteen. It was my first time but not hers. It happened completely and entirely without emotional attachment…or commitment. From that experience, later I was told that she had boerne a child and at first her intentions were to try to pass the baby off as someone else’s. But the odd thing was that everyone else suspect it was instead mine. Everyone else seemed to be aware but me.
Time did that inevideable thing and continued forward. While I graduated high school, moved to Europe to go to university, moved back, joined the Army and got on with my life. So I went on with my life unaware until a little after I was in the Army doing Army things, I received a letter from my mom, bearing in the envelope a wallet-sized school picture of a little girl. As my luck would have it, my mom was friends with this little girl’s grandmother. She told me Samatha was my daughter. But I was ashamed so I never spoke of it. Not ashamed of a baby that I might have made. But ashamed that I had participated in something so cosmically huge and yet was completely ignorant of the concequences or outcome. I was embarrassed at being so naive. I was embarrassed that I had for a short moment in my life joined with someone and didn’t care for or even like so much. I was embarrassed about something called birth control which I was so young and stupid I didn’t even know about. I was embarrassed that from age zero to age seven I was completely unaware of this small person’s life. So I never spoke of it. But people might say she is my daughter why would I want to dismiss this? But who’s to be certain?
I wonder from time to time the validity of all this. Certainly my mom would not have bothered to have mentioned it if there wasn’t some grain of truth to it. If so then I lost my opputunity because I failed to act at the first moment of knowledge in the beginning those fifteen-some years ago when my mom wrote to me. What’s worse is somewhere during all of my action-filled life I’ve lost that picture of that little girl.
So everyday since that day in the war zone when I was lying on my cot back from mission, I have thought about this. I girl, who now is a young woman, named Samantha, whom has come to be and I’ve never had the priviledge to have met, who may or not be carrying a set of my own genes. How somehow through the course of the stream of things I managed to loose some perceived entitlement. And parcel to the fact that I may come to die without knowing the truth of these matters.
My Sony Walkman is dead. It has taken a swim in the washing machine. For those of you who don’t know it and are stuck in the 80s the Sony Walkman these days is a ultra small mp3 player. I chose the Sony Walkman over the much popular iPod because of a few reasons.
The Walkman is ultra-compact in size, about the size of a average USB flash stick. Of course being much smaller has its advantages. Less surface area means less buttons. One button for on/off which is the same button for menu selection. One button for play/stop which is the control for select. Two button to advance a selection in any mode and two discreet buttons for volume.
The Walkman doubles as a, guess what, a removal storage flash drive. It also had a FM radio receiver. How cool is that? The best thing is the Walkman is offered in an assortment of popular colors. Mine was in green, my favorite color so it felt like it was truly mine. I managed to find green earbuds to compliment it. I am the type that always chooses and possesses article which are in my favorite color. Well, maybe not always, after all I dislike having a green car and my computer being much like a car in my own analogous reasoning, is not green either. Also, my GPS is intentionally not green but bright yellow. This is because it is a pocket-sized eTrex and if I dropped it on the ground in the forest I would want to be able to locate it in the field.
The Walkman came to me by way of a Christmas gift last year. Sadly it didn’t even last one year. This has been a very tough year in my life too. But almost every day I listen to music from it. I even have I car adapter which broadcasts the music over the car stereo speakers.
I have placed the Walkman in a ziplock baggie with some rice in hopes that the moisture will be leeched out and it will be reactivated just like new again. Its been in this bag for four days now.
On the upside at least I still can access the drive and I can retrieve my files. If anyone has any surefire reconstitution methods please let me know.
Reblog from some of Adam’s shit. This took me about a week to sink in.
Reblog from some of Adam’s shit. This took me about a week to sink in.
What’s on my Walkman
1. Coal Chamber - Something Told Me
2. Puddle of Mudd - Control
3. Mudvayne - Cultivate
4. Danzig - Can’t Speak
5. Deftones- Jungle
6. Disturbed - Down with the Sickness
7. Slayer - Divine Intervention
8. Marylyn Manson - Doll-Dagga Buzz-Buzz Ziggety-Zag
9. Earshot - Headstrong
10. Finger Eleven - Sad Exchange
11. Black Label Society - Funeral Bell
12. Limp Biszkit - Getcha Groove On
13. Hatebreed - This is Now
14. Fear Factory - Hi-tech Hate
15. Devildriver - I Could Care Less
16. Local H - Bound For The Floor
17. Static X - Machine
18. Papa Roach - Never Said It
First off: Reputation, Posterity and Cool are traps. They’ll drain the life from your life. Reputation, Posterity and Cool = Fear.
Patton Oswalt’s graduation speech to his former high school
Perhaps the best grad speech I’ve ever come across. Substantive, well thought out, and sincere.
“First off: Reputation, Posterity and Cool are traps. They’ll drain the life from your life. Reputation, Posterity and Cool = Fear.”
— Patton Oswalt’s graduation speech to his former high school
Perhaps the best grad speech I’ve ever come across. Substantive, well thought out, and sincere.
This is a mashup with Google maps tracking and a clip of the chase seen from the famous Bullitt film. Rebroadcast from Seero. Credit goes to user: Steve_Mcqueen. http://www.seero.com/video/Steve_McQueen_3#
I love 60 era muscle. I curse you Organization of the Petroleum Exporting Countries.
Here’s a the reason the Summer Olympics in China can never be as cool as the X Games: Woman on moto. Yeah its hot in California. What’s China got? The Winter Olympics games are bad ass. Yeah, Shaun White showed us his new “Armadillo” vert trick. He’s working the circuit. Shaun White got me interested in the Winters at least. The Olympics need Rally Racing or surfing or something.
Finally I give acknowledgement to my good friend’s blog. Go there and check it out. You will be glad you did.
Hey guys, I don’t feel like chasing anyone today so I’m just gonna carry extra grenades.
What I would say prior to a big-time dismount mission in Iraq (aka: The very bad place)
“Hey guys, I don’t feel like chasing anyone today so I’m just gonna carry extra grenades.”
— What I would say prior to a big-time dismount mission in Iraq (aka: The very bad place)
Today Katie and I got up and had a cup a coffe and headed off the do a usual Sunday hike in the park. Today I chose Friedrich Wilderness Park and though it wasn’t a very long distance hike, the trail still offered some good challenge. I love this park.
After we went hiking we came home and shower and changed then went out to La Cantera mall. Not much sales there. We enjoyed a frosty beverage from Starbucks and waded through the throgs of Mexican National families up from the border-towns to do their shopping. Katie was looking for new clothes and shoes. This was a great oppurtunity to scout for some intel for her upcoming birthday.
Then we went over to the Lane Bryant at the Rim. From there we shot over to 1604 and 281 to look at the shops there for some clothes and shoes but without any luck. Katie was unable to find anything to suit her.
After that we stopped at HEB to do some grocery shopping. Heathy foods cost more money. We also bought so “green” reusable HEB shopping bags to save on plastic disposable (recyclable) t-shirt bags. I didn’t buy any chips, cookies, soda pop, candy, etc. Wow!
Katie grilled some Tapia fish for dinner. I love spending time with Katie.
The Mummy: Tomb of the Dragon Emperor 2 min 1 sec -
Katie and I went to the Kino . We saw The Mummy and I got to say this is one movie you should wait to see when it comes to cable. Yeah not even DVD. The best part about last night’s movie experience was the orange Fanta und Coke Icee. It had even started late. The plot and execution were decent. However the dialogue was crap, there was no chemistry between the characters, and the CGI FX were so-so. I did very much like the settings, theme, and premise of the story. I found myself in love with the bad guys and (secretly) rooting them on. If you are a guy there are plenty of things that get blown up but the final battle scene with the two undead armies leaves you wanted more. Jet-Li plays an awsome pissed off undead tyrant baddy. Well, he just bitches good in Chinese.
Heute ist mein feuertag. Ich arbeit Montag bis Donnerstag dann zum Frietag frei und nach mal arbeit auf Samstag. So, im Morgan, ich aufstehe früh. Heute ich habe mein fahrrad gefahrt. Nur drei veital stunde und 7,64 km. Ich habe langsam auch gefahrt. Check it out on mapmyride.com. Ich glaube ich bin mode, veleicht ein bischen. Meine Mutter hat angeruhft und ich habe meine Schwester, Erin, angeruhft. Ah Summer auf Strand. Glücklisch. Doing the Dippity makes me think about things in my past. It was kind of fun going back and putting these things in order. Spiel doch!
…some large philosophical crap freshman babble about over way too much beer and dope. Hey drive on over. Park and take a look. Feel free to leave a comment. Use words and language to express your feelings.
i ride. this is how i do it.
A walk in the park keeps me fit.
It has been one month, twenty-two days, and nine hours since I rode my bike in the park. I’ve sustain a injury. More nagging than dehabilitating. I suffer from a groin strain. Not even painful but more bothersome at this point. I have however, hiked a six miler with Katie last Sunday. Thankfully I am feeling better down there. At least I have not refrained from that primary function of that region. When I get my full power back I am going back to building my core.
The intrigal part about every relationship is knowing you can be killed any time in your sleep.
“The intrigal part about every relationship is knowing you can be killed any time in your sleep.”
— Trent Reznor
Specialized Hardrock Comp Pro Disc
The Second Time
Combat Patch--check Belt Buckle--check
I eat a lot of rice and kiemchi. It rains, its hot, its freezing cold, I climb mountains, I play a lot of XBox, I spend a lot of time working, I spend a lot of time in the battalion chapel. I miss Katie.
At gunnery range firing tanks when it happened. All training was suspended. Units were rushed back to admin mode. All phone lines were swamped. Later Katie and I get our first cell phones and I go to a hot country looking for terrorists.
Took my new wife to see the Hottest Band in The Land
I love it here. Two hours from S.A. Newlyweds. All the Army tank training in the field I could ever want.
We dress up and invite a few people. Damn she looks so good on that day. I walk around all froze up like a deer in the headlights. I just want to get out of there and be with her for the rest of my life.
Hey I'm getting married, I love my wife. I got only one trade that can support my family, wearing camo and squeezing triggers. Army again HOO-AH!
credits go to Joey for snapping this pic while I was trying to get my groove on.
Yeah, not the best arrangement an adult can choose to make. But these are my years.