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I am the one, the first, the Original Blog-Surfer. I roam around Blogdom and leave comments on whatever Blogs I want. If I happen to comment on your Blog, don't get bent out of shape...be honored.

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Location: Missouri, United States

Quiet until I know you. Polite even if I don't like you. Cynical all the time. HATE gossip with a passion. Firmly believe that there are always two sides of a story and anyone who makes a decision based solely on one side is acting like a fool. I love to read, so if you have read a good book, let me know.

Friday, September 30, 2005

LAN Party

Getting ready to have a LAN party with a bunch of guys. For those who don't know...it is where a bunch of guys connect a bunch of computers and play games together.
I can already see the looks of disapointment on peoples faces...KNOCK IT OFF. I like to "game". If I was with a group of guys on a soccer field, no one would say a word, but get with a group and play on computers...
"...but soccer is getting exercise, you are visiting with people, you are "bonding" with other guys..."
It is funny trying to explain to people, mostly females, that guys DO bond when they "game" together. There are guys that I would never talk to...probably have not too much in common, but since I have "gamed" with them...I see them in the hallways and actually start chatting with them, we now have something in common.
About the exercise, well, I am young yet...."Die young and make a beautiful corpse."

Sunday, September 25, 2005

Earliest Memories...

What is your earliest memory? I was thinking about this the other day when I heard someone say that they couldn't remember much of their early childhood.
I remeber some pretty early things. They have to be when I was 3 years old or younger because I lived in New York until sometime during my third year when my mom moved us to Ohio, and all of these were in New York. I am going to list some of my early memories. See if you catch the pattern that I found.

I remember that I slept on the top bunk...and I fell off one night. We had a hard wood floor. I remember crying and someone (my mom?) coming to get me.

My mom used to work late and I remember I would wake up in the middle of the night, (well I think it was the middle) and if I heard someone down the hall in the bathroom I would sneak out of bed and go see who it was. It was a risk I gues. If it was my mom, I would run to her and get a hug, but if my mom had'nt gotten home yet, and it was my aunt, then I would get a spanking if she saw me.

I remember my aunt taking us to the corner park. (I found out later that my aunt was our main baby-sitter) I remember I had "the runs" and made a mess in my pants. I remember that she took care of me as best as she could and she used my shirt as a pair of pants for the trip home. As we were walking home a police officer stopped and gave us a ride.

The weird thing about all of those memories is that all of them are "tramatic" for a 2-3 year old. Why is it that all of my really early memories are those kind? Don't get me wrong, I have plenty of good memories, but when I think back, alot of the ones that really stick out are the rough/scary times. Something for me to remember when I am helping my little girl make memories!

Friday, September 23, 2005

Tired...

Dang, I don't think that I have ever gone this long without updating my blog. I usually have something to post! Lately, I have been waking up earlier in order to get to the computer and post, but then I find my self doing something else...like homework. We are done with Phonetics and have just started Grammar. Oh, my goodness. I struggled in Highschool with English Grammar, and now I am learning how to distinguish all the parts in foreign languages!
They give us a list of (26) words in another language and next to them are the basic english definition. We then have to figure out in the foriegn language what are the verbs, nouns, tenses and stuff like that. It is amazing to see how different languages work! In some countries they use different words if the person is talking to a male or female. Dang.
The teacher was telling a story how a person was asking their Cherokee language helper how to say the phrase, "The dog barked." Well the helper was asking all these questions like, "why was the dog barking, at whom was the dog barking, which direction was he barking in..." All those questions were asked, because how to say the word depended on all those different things! To have a different word for, "bark" because of the direction of the bark...I can hardly wrap my brain around that! That would explain my reoccuring headache!

Sunday, September 18, 2005

Fellow Students...

I am enjoying classes. They are hard, but they are good. The thing that is driving me crazy are my fellow students. Because our classes are so intense and the teachers need to hear each and every person to see if they are saying the sounds correctly, each of our classes only have 10 students in them. So you get to know your fellow students pretty well. For the most part we all get along. We all are learning all the different sounds together and laughing at each other, so there is a sense of oneness you get from all that. But lately there are some people that are beginning to get on my nerves.

First we have the girl that askes all the silly questions.
It is amazing what she can come up with.

Second we have the rude people. Loud sighs, totally ignoring the teacher, talking to fellow students when the teacher is trying to lecture. I don't know about you, but since I am paying this much for college, I want to listen and learn...not listen to your big mouth talking about some inane subject.

Thirdly we have the worst in my book. These are the fellow studends that have decided that they are now going to be the teachers.

And, NO.

I don't think so. It irks me when I am repeating something that the teacher is saying and the teacher says that I mimiced him just fine, and then this certain student tells the teacher that, "No, it didn't sound just right, I should try it again!"
What the crap.
Who are you? You have been here for as many weeks as I have. I am going to listen to the the teacher before I listen to you!
Friday was the best, this person decided to tell the teacher that he didn't say something right! The rest of the class just started to laugh. We couldn't help it. Here is a teacher that has been teaching this stuff for years, and he has been over-seas in a foreign language and used these tecniques to learn the language, and you are going to say that he didn't do it right?
Maybe you are gifted in this and you think that you have a handle on it...AFTER ONLY FOUR WEEKS OF CLASS. But please, shut the heck up, and let the rest of us learn!

Thursday, September 15, 2005

Females Confuse Me...

This is a conversation that I got in to the other day with two members of the female sex.

Let me set the stage...
Girl #2 and her husband just moved in. They just drove 12 hours straight, to get here. All of their belongings are in the trailer, which they don't want to un-pack until the next day, because they are tired. So girl #1 is asking, what things do they need to make it through the night.

Conversation starts like this...

Girl #1: Do you need sheets and towels for tonight?

Girl #2: That would be wonderful.

Girl #1: What about bowls and spoons for breakfast?

Girl #2: Oh, that too...

Girl #1: What size spoons do you want?

Girl #2: What??

Girl #1: What size spoons? We have large and small ones.

Girl #2: Uhh... I don't care.

Girl #1: No, really, what ones?

Girl #2: Uhh...No, really I don't care!

Girl #1: Well... I could give you one of each?

(At this point I was getting annoyed at the direction this conversation was heading)

Me: She doesn't care which one. Just give her one. She just drove for 12 hours!

Girl #2: (To me now.) No, I'm fine.

Me: I know, But you don't need to be making decisions about spoons right now. You are probably tired.

Girl #2: No I'm ok...I'll take the smaller ones.

Suddenly, I found myself the bad-guy! But ladies are now looking at me as if to say...it is all under control. Maybe all you lady bloggers out there can help me out with what I did/said wrong!

Monday, September 12, 2005

Dreams

I have been having some pretty vivid dreams lately. I don't know why. I don't think that there is anything to dreams. Like hidden meanings, prophesies or anything like that. I don't get scared by my dreams. I hear other people talking about their scary dreams, and I wonder how that feels.
The other night I dreamt that my two year old daughter...the princess in my life, died. It was so real. It ripped me apart. I have never felt such pain, and it was only a dream.
She crawled into bed with me a few minutes before the alarm went off and I gave her the biggest hug I could. If that is what people mean when they are talking about scary dreams, then I don't want anymore...

Sunday, September 11, 2005

Truth or Tall Tales?

A friend e-mailed me this the other day. Pretty interesting. I am not sure how to verify any of it, but it is a good read nevertheless.



The next time you are washing your hands and complain because the water temperature isn't just how you like it, think about how things used to be. Here are some facts about the 1500's:

Most people got married in June because they took their yearly bath in May, and still smelled pretty good by June. However, they were starting to smell, so brides carried a bouquet of flowers to hide the body odor. Hence the custom today of carrying a bouquet when getting married.

Baths consisted of a big tub filled with hot water. The man of the house had the privilege of the nice clean water, then all the other sons and men, then the women and finally the children Last of all the babies. By then the water was so dirty you could actually lose someone in it.. Hence the saying, "Don't throw the baby out with the bath water."

Houses had thatched roofs-thick straw-piled high, with no wood underneath. It was the only place for animals to get warm, so all the cats and other small animals (mice, bugs) lived in the roof. When it rained it became slippery and sometimes the animals would slip and off the roof. Hence the saying "It's raining cats and dogs."

There was nothing to stop things from falling into the house. This posed a real problem in the bedroom where bugs and other droppings could mess up your nice clean bed. Hence, a bed with big posts and a sheet hung over the top afforded some protection. That's how canopy beds came into existence.

The floor was dirt. Only the wealthy had something other than dirt. Hence the saying "dirt poor." The wealthy had slate floors that would get slippery in the winter when wet, so they spread thresh (straw) on floor to help keep their footing. As the winter wore on, they added more thresh until when you opened the door it would all start slipping outside. A piece of wood was placed in the entranceway.
Hence the saying a "thresh hold."

(Getting quite an education, aren't you?)

In those old days, they cooked in the kitchen with a big kettle that always hung over the fire. Every day they lit the fire and added things to the pot. They ate mostly vegetables and did not get much meat. They would eat the stew for dinner, leaving leftovers in the pot to get cold overnight and then start over the next day. Sometimes stew had food in it that had been there for quite a while. Hence the rhyme, "Peas porridge hot, peas porridge cold, peas porridge in the pot nine days old."

Sometimes they could obtain pork, which made them feel quite special. When visitors came over, they would hang up their bacon to show off It was a sign of wealth that a man could "bring home the bacon." They would cut off a little to share with guests and would all sit around and "chew the fat."

Those with money had plates made of pewter. Food with high acid content caused some of the lead to leach onto the food, causing lead poisoning death. This happened most often with tomatoes, so for the next 400 years or so, tomatoes were considered poisonous.

Bread was divided according to status. Workers got the burnt bottom of the loaf, the family got the middle, and guests got the top, or "upper crust."

Lead cups were used to drink ale or whisky. The combination would sometimes knock the imbibers out for a couple of days. Someone walking along the road would take them for dead and prepare them for burial. They were laid out on the kitchen table for a couple of days and the family would gather around and eat and drink and wait and see if they would wake up. Hence the custom of holding a "wake."

England is old and small and the local folks started running out of places to bury people. So they would dig up coffins and would take the bones to a "bone-house" and reuse the grave. When reopening these coffins, 1 out of 25 coffins were found to have scratch marks on the inside and they realized they had been burying people alive. So they would tie a string on the wrist of the corpse, lead it through the coffin and up through the ground and tie it to a bell. Someone would have to sit out in the graveyard all night (the "graveyard shift") to listen for the bell; thus, someone could be "saved by the bell" or was considered a "dead ringer."

And that's the truth... Now, who was it that said History was boring ? !

Educate someone...Share these facts with a friend

Thursday, September 08, 2005

My Brain is Getting Tired...

This is what I am learning in my Phonetics class...

1) mamsabz. Those are two words that are written phoneticly. I get the honor of spelling them in normal American English. Here are some more... The last one is four words.

2) babflast
and
2) fragzhapanmas

Ok, you should be able to figure out most of it, but to help out the "a" says "ahh", like when you go to a doctor... We call it a "Script ahh"


Here are some more things that will help you understand why my brain is slowly turning to mush...
The "a" is pronounced "ahh"
The "e" is now called "A"
The "i" is now "E"
The "u" is now pronounced "ooh".
So if you were going to phoneticly spell out-loud the word... "bombs" you would say, "b-script ahh-m-z".

Yeah, My spelling was bad before this..I am totally screwed now! College, where you pay someone to mess with your head!

Wednesday, September 07, 2005

The Passing of Friends...

It is always sad when friends leave. You know that it is going to happen one day, but when the time comes, it is sometimes really hard to deal with. I mean, you have time, energy, practically days of your life invested in them, and then one day...they are gone. Sometimes you know why and are expecting it, other times you don't have a clue what happened.
In one sense things are good. Maybe they are making new life experiences and memories. Are they happy? Then you are happy for them, but it is hard when you used to be making memories with them, and now, (for whatever reason), that is no longer the case.
I make friends very slowly. I think it has something to do with my cynical history. Whatever the reason is, when I finally make a good friend, I kinda hope that it will be a long-term friendship. I mean you hear about people that are friends for years and years. That would be nice.
One part of me is the typical guy...who doesn't need anyone. "A man is his own island," or something like that, right? Give me some good books and a computer and I can be happy for quite some time. But the other part of me knows that I use that attitude alot as a defence against the little, sharp pains that I feel when I see a friend beginning to leave.
People go their own way...that is just a part of life. Death, geographical moving, just the changing of mutual interests are all reasons why people seperate. It is just hard to have close friends, for so long, and then one day they are gone.

At least you have memories, right? Maybe those can hold one over until another friend can fill the space in your heart.

Monday, September 05, 2005

Labor Day???

I am an American. I was born that way, so I really had no choice in the matter...but regardless, I enjoy being from my country. I know that Americans can be loud, annoying and arrogant, but we all aren't that way. Every country has its undesirable types, but if you judge the whole country on those few, then you are just showing your own ignorance.
Here in my country we have certain holidays. Every country has these. We have holidays remembering those solders who serve and/or died in our country's armed forces. We celebrate when we became a nation. We have a day to recognize our Presidents. We have a holiday today though, that I have no idea what it is for. It is very sad. I have been an American, celebrating this holiday for 28 years now, and I have no idea why!! It is Labor Day today. Whoop-di-do! I get a day off of school and if I am working, maybe a day off of work. That is all I know about it! But a day off is always good...
So I did some research and I came up with this.
Not a very exciting artical, or holiday. Nothing is being commemorated. They really don't know who started it. It is just a "working man's holiday". If you make it through the whole artical then you will notice that the first state to vote it into law was...yes, Oregon. Oregon is always on the cutting edge of liberal legislation, about the olny bad thing I can say about the state.
But at least I can say that I now know why I am getting a day off today, that is good...

Sunday, September 04, 2005

Ok...for the Girls...

I saw this the other day and I thought that it is a good list for all the girls out there who want to balance out the Men's Rules that I posted earlier. I find few of these logical and/or funny, but I am a fair guy and I think that all views should be expressed, even if they are goofy...


1. We got off the Titanic first.
2. We can scare male bosses with the mysterious gynecological disorder excuses.
3. Taxis stop for us.
4. We don't look like a frog in a blender when dancing.
5. No fashion faux pas we make, could ever rival the Speedo.
6. We don't have to pass gas to amuse ourselves.
7. If we forget to shave, no one has to know.
8. We can congratulate our teammate without ever touching her rear end.
9. We never have to reach down every so often to make sure our privates are still there.
10. We have the ability to dress ourselves...
11. If we marry someone 20 years younger, we are aware that we will look like an idiot.
12. We will never regret piercing our ears.
13. There are times when chocolate really can solve all your problems.
14. We can make comments about how silly men are in their presence because they aren't listening anyway.

Saturday, September 03, 2005

Some Overdue Randomness...

Came crossed this "Funny" picture. Made me smile.

Here is an interesting site that you navigate with absolutly no clicking of the mouse. First few seconds you are trying to figure out, "What the heck am I doing here", then you get the hang of it...

Friday, September 02, 2005

Oh, Bull...

I just checked my blog really fast, and I found two spam comments. No freaking way!!! How do the buggers find me? So I also have started the comment verification... Sorry if it is harder to comment, but I HATE SPAM!!!

Lappy- Lappy Drama

So, I ordered a new lappy. Only this one was better then the last one. Bigger memory, faster...whatever...better where it counted. I was very excited...only to get an e-mail that read..."CANCLED AGAIN SHMUCK!!!" Well, it didn't say exactly that, but I read between the lines. Obviously my money isn't good enough for them. All they could tell me was that, "My fanincial institute didn't reveal why...blah...blah...blah..."
So I am back to lugging my huge freaking desk-top all over campus in order to get on-line. Very sad. I have decided to give it a break for awhile. I will wait order again later...maybe...oneday...