I was tagged by Sebastian to do a 6 weird things about me post. As I had really nothing to write about tonight, and I am trying to write everyday this week, I'll go with this. Damnit though, I have to think about what is weird about me. Sorry Battlerocker, I know you have tuned out already! Damn memes!
1. I can crush a soda can and break a pencil with my toes alone. Yes, my toes are both freakishly strong and ape-like. If I am barefoot, I NEVER bend down to pick anything up. I just simply grab it with my toes and lift it up.
2. I enjoy getting boxers. Not just regular boxers though, fun boxers. All the boxers in my drawer have some sort of print on them - Simpsons, super heroes, movies, etc.
3. My toe nails grow funky. Instead of growing staright out, they curl down around my toes. That is why they are always long. They curl around my toes and I never realize they are long. By the way, and this is the truth, my feet NEVER smell.
4. I am 28 years old and afraid of the dark. It's true. When Jessica used to work night shift, I used to have to sleep with the tv on simply because it couldn't be totally dark when I was going to sleep.
5. I often get told by women that they are jealous of my eyelashes. By now I am used to it, but it used to be embarassing when a female would call her friends over to show off my eyelashes. No, I don't use mascara. They are natural.
6. I hate to eat anything that gets my hands dirty. Ribs...I won't eat them because my hands are constantly dirty. When I eat pizza, I pick up the piece, take a bite, set it down, and wipe my hands. I repeat this for EVERY bite. I don't like the grease on my hand so I go throuhg a lot of napkins when I eat. Jessica thinks it is cute that I ALWAYS pack a napkin when I eat.
There ya go. My six things. I won't tag anyone, but if anyone else feels like doing this, go right ahead...
Thursday, November 30, 2006
Liquid Courage.
Any one else notice that my blog titles usually have nothing to do with what I am writing at the time? Aren't I the clever fella?
It finally hit me. I have discussed my past and my regrets and how I have things I'd change. This without a doubt is something I would do over again. This one moment has pretty much defined me without ever really running through my mind much at all. Maybe I have changed certain memories cause it's kinda depressing and I may just be remembering things the way I want to. So be it. This is my take and I don't really know too many people who can contribute much to change the way it went down in my own mind. Except for maybe Coach Sondra, but I don't think she will be reading this any time soon.
Junior year of High School. Best I can recall I was 16 years old. I was the starting goalkeeper for the best division 3 varsity soccer team in the city. Perhaps by default, but I had the job. I can readily admit that I was not the heart and soul of the team. I was not making any all-conference teams, but for our team at the time I was in between the pipes. It was playoff time. As the number one seed in the playoffs, we earned a home game against a High School by the name of Ceres. I did nothing all day at school cause all I thought about was that game later that afternoon. As I write this I can feel that same tension and nervous excitement again running through me. A chance at immortality. Maybe that sounds like a cliche, but it is what it is. I heard talk of people actually being charged to attend the game cause it was a playoff game and certainly any chance for the section to make money off the kids is a good thing. Ok I made that part up, but it sounded funny didn't it? Final bell and now there was maybe 2 hours to kill till game time. I'm really not sure if I went home or just hung out at Manuel's house as was a usual occurrence back in those days. By the way Mom, thanks for all the food back in the day. I can remember getting to the field and seeing something that changed my life.
Someone else was in my goal.
I won't name him cause he doesn't deserve to even be named, but here is the back story. He was basically the kid who took my spot on the varsity team when I transferred overto Foothill High School as a sophomore. Coach Sondra felt I wasn't the right fit for the team at the time. Come the next year he was a field player and I was inserted in goal. He got injured about midway through the season and wasn't playing for us the rest of the season. Until that day. He dusted off his goalie uniform and got to the field early and started warming up for the game in MY goal. And yes I keep saying my goal cause it was my job. I had earned it all year and no one had questioned it all year as far as I know. It seemed to work out well for us considering our record and all, but on with the story.
I put my uniform on and then I stood on the sideline. WAITING. For someone. Anyone. To say something to me. For my coach to explain to me that this was the best move for the team cause he was the better goalie. For my replacement to walk up to me and talk to me about the situation. For my friends and teammates that I had spent nearly 5 months working with to get to this point to look in the goal and ask, "Where is Rich?" I waited. I got no answer. To make it worse I did not ask anyone why. I didn't ask my coach why. I didn't ask my teammates why I was being replaced. I have talked about that day with some of my friends and they don't really have a good answer for me. Part of me hated them for a while for just brushing me off as easily as my coach did. The part that makes me cringe even till this day?
I TOOK IT!
I watched someone else take my goal. I watched someone else play my playoff game. I watched my teammates that I thought depended on me go at it with someone else and they didn't even flinch. I watched for 100 minutes. If memory recalls we played two 40 minute halves and two 10 minute overtimes. I sat in my coat as the rain fell on us all and I did something that still to this day kinda disgusts me. I watched that second goal sail over the back-up goalies head in the final minute of that overtime as we lossed the game and I smiled. "GOOD!"
Talk about repressed anger and memories. My coach was running around trying to get her penalty kick list together as our 5'7" goalie gave up the game winner. Yes I mention his height cause maybe a slightly taller goalie makes the save that he couldn't. Perhaps revisionist history on my part cause no one really knows, but go with me on this one cause I'm being a jerk at the moment.
If you go back to Foothill High School and see the 1994 Capital Valley Conference championship banner for boys soccer hanging wherever it hangs at the school you will know one thing. I spent the next few years telling everyone that I wasn't apart of that team. I wasn't on the field at San Juan HS when we clinched the title cause the injured midfielder took my spot on that day as well. Maybe I should have said something then as well. Maybe I am just remembering this all differently for the effect of the story, but I got a descent memory. I don't recall my coach ever saying you gotta sit now cause our best goalie is back now and he is gonna finish the season for us. If memory serves me correctly He was given a game to perhaps feel him out and see how he was as far as coming back from the injury. The nature of the injury would prevent him from playing his normal midfield position, so the only way to get him in the lineup was through ME. I was good enough to help beat Rio Americano, Center and so on. I was good enough at the beginning of the season, but not the end. Maybe somewhere along the way I showed that I wasn't going to be good enough to get the job done come playoff time. Maybe my teammates didn't believe in me, so they told our coach to replace me. I wish I had a photographic memory, but this is gonna have to do.
Why do I tell this story to you? Cause I have always waited. Just like that. I didn't find a way to get my job back. I didn't go the extra mile to overcome the obstacle. I didn't shake the powers that be cause I wasn't a shaker or a mover. I was a witness to my own lil tragedy. The thing that I think about now? I never got to really know if I was good enough. My senior year we bowed out in the first round of the playoffs with a torn and tattered team as the same kid who replaced me in goal my Junior year yelled, "WAY TO BLOW IT FELLAS." Ya I do remember that clear as day. The last organized soccer game of my life and I got a turncoat teammate spitting on me after the final whistle. If I could relive that moment you can damn sure bet that I would throw the first punch in my life towards that SOB.
I still do it today. Wait that is. I believe I have what might be referred to as excellent self-recognition. I could tell you a lot more stories that followed this lil soccer story, but that would be redundant. I guess I finally found a new fuel. Maybe a slight chip on my shoulder would do me a lil good. I don't call it a grude anymore. Maybe for the first couple of years after, but not so much nowadays. I just wish I had more answers than questions. If that was the case I wouldn't be writing this here blog. So it would be a win-win for everyone, right? Self-deprecating humor is the best kind. No clever lines today after all that.
Oh wait! What are your measurements again Cassie? I gotta get the right sizes for that package. ( wink wink ) I really am just asking for a butt-kicking soon. But it's just too damn fun to insert foot into mouth and be EDGY! Rabble Rock people!
It finally hit me. I have discussed my past and my regrets and how I have things I'd change. This without a doubt is something I would do over again. This one moment has pretty much defined me without ever really running through my mind much at all. Maybe I have changed certain memories cause it's kinda depressing and I may just be remembering things the way I want to. So be it. This is my take and I don't really know too many people who can contribute much to change the way it went down in my own mind. Except for maybe Coach Sondra, but I don't think she will be reading this any time soon.
Junior year of High School. Best I can recall I was 16 years old. I was the starting goalkeeper for the best division 3 varsity soccer team in the city. Perhaps by default, but I had the job. I can readily admit that I was not the heart and soul of the team. I was not making any all-conference teams, but for our team at the time I was in between the pipes. It was playoff time. As the number one seed in the playoffs, we earned a home game against a High School by the name of Ceres. I did nothing all day at school cause all I thought about was that game later that afternoon. As I write this I can feel that same tension and nervous excitement again running through me. A chance at immortality. Maybe that sounds like a cliche, but it is what it is. I heard talk of people actually being charged to attend the game cause it was a playoff game and certainly any chance for the section to make money off the kids is a good thing. Ok I made that part up, but it sounded funny didn't it? Final bell and now there was maybe 2 hours to kill till game time. I'm really not sure if I went home or just hung out at Manuel's house as was a usual occurrence back in those days. By the way Mom, thanks for all the food back in the day. I can remember getting to the field and seeing something that changed my life.
Someone else was in my goal.
I won't name him cause he doesn't deserve to even be named, but here is the back story. He was basically the kid who took my spot on the varsity team when I transferred overto Foothill High School as a sophomore. Coach Sondra felt I wasn't the right fit for the team at the time. Come the next year he was a field player and I was inserted in goal. He got injured about midway through the season and wasn't playing for us the rest of the season. Until that day. He dusted off his goalie uniform and got to the field early and started warming up for the game in MY goal. And yes I keep saying my goal cause it was my job. I had earned it all year and no one had questioned it all year as far as I know. It seemed to work out well for us considering our record and all, but on with the story.
I put my uniform on and then I stood on the sideline. WAITING. For someone. Anyone. To say something to me. For my coach to explain to me that this was the best move for the team cause he was the better goalie. For my replacement to walk up to me and talk to me about the situation. For my friends and teammates that I had spent nearly 5 months working with to get to this point to look in the goal and ask, "Where is Rich?" I waited. I got no answer. To make it worse I did not ask anyone why. I didn't ask my coach why. I didn't ask my teammates why I was being replaced. I have talked about that day with some of my friends and they don't really have a good answer for me. Part of me hated them for a while for just brushing me off as easily as my coach did. The part that makes me cringe even till this day?
I TOOK IT!
I watched someone else take my goal. I watched someone else play my playoff game. I watched my teammates that I thought depended on me go at it with someone else and they didn't even flinch. I watched for 100 minutes. If memory recalls we played two 40 minute halves and two 10 minute overtimes. I sat in my coat as the rain fell on us all and I did something that still to this day kinda disgusts me. I watched that second goal sail over the back-up goalies head in the final minute of that overtime as we lossed the game and I smiled. "GOOD!"
Talk about repressed anger and memories. My coach was running around trying to get her penalty kick list together as our 5'7" goalie gave up the game winner. Yes I mention his height cause maybe a slightly taller goalie makes the save that he couldn't. Perhaps revisionist history on my part cause no one really knows, but go with me on this one cause I'm being a jerk at the moment.
If you go back to Foothill High School and see the 1994 Capital Valley Conference championship banner for boys soccer hanging wherever it hangs at the school you will know one thing. I spent the next few years telling everyone that I wasn't apart of that team. I wasn't on the field at San Juan HS when we clinched the title cause the injured midfielder took my spot on that day as well. Maybe I should have said something then as well. Maybe I am just remembering this all differently for the effect of the story, but I got a descent memory. I don't recall my coach ever saying you gotta sit now cause our best goalie is back now and he is gonna finish the season for us. If memory serves me correctly He was given a game to perhaps feel him out and see how he was as far as coming back from the injury. The nature of the injury would prevent him from playing his normal midfield position, so the only way to get him in the lineup was through ME. I was good enough to help beat Rio Americano, Center and so on. I was good enough at the beginning of the season, but not the end. Maybe somewhere along the way I showed that I wasn't going to be good enough to get the job done come playoff time. Maybe my teammates didn't believe in me, so they told our coach to replace me. I wish I had a photographic memory, but this is gonna have to do.
Why do I tell this story to you? Cause I have always waited. Just like that. I didn't find a way to get my job back. I didn't go the extra mile to overcome the obstacle. I didn't shake the powers that be cause I wasn't a shaker or a mover. I was a witness to my own lil tragedy. The thing that I think about now? I never got to really know if I was good enough. My senior year we bowed out in the first round of the playoffs with a torn and tattered team as the same kid who replaced me in goal my Junior year yelled, "WAY TO BLOW IT FELLAS." Ya I do remember that clear as day. The last organized soccer game of my life and I got a turncoat teammate spitting on me after the final whistle. If I could relive that moment you can damn sure bet that I would throw the first punch in my life towards that SOB.
I still do it today. Wait that is. I believe I have what might be referred to as excellent self-recognition. I could tell you a lot more stories that followed this lil soccer story, but that would be redundant. I guess I finally found a new fuel. Maybe a slight chip on my shoulder would do me a lil good. I don't call it a grude anymore. Maybe for the first couple of years after, but not so much nowadays. I just wish I had more answers than questions. If that was the case I wouldn't be writing this here blog. So it would be a win-win for everyone, right? Self-deprecating humor is the best kind. No clever lines today after all that.
Oh wait! What are your measurements again Cassie? I gotta get the right sizes for that package. ( wink wink ) I really am just asking for a butt-kicking soon. But it's just too damn fun to insert foot into mouth and be EDGY! Rabble Rock people!
Wednesday, November 29, 2006
Book review and then some...
I finally found time to finish Deception Point today. Pretty good book I must say as I quite enjoyed it. I can't say I am surprised though as I enjoyed Dan Brown's other three books. If I had to rank them in order of my preference, I would start at the top with Angels and Demons, Da Vinci Code, Deception Point, and finally Digital Fortress which was a good book in itself. Brown just has such an easy writing style, it is easy to just flow right through his books. If you liked his other books and haven't read this one, go ahead and check it out.
At the right in my What I am Reading column, I have an issue of Card Player magazine, a magazine I subscribe to. Each issue runs nearly 200 pages of small print articles and comes every 2 weeks. It is easy to fall behind, which is what I have done. I am behind three issues so I am going to concentrate on finishing those before I start a new book. Besides, I don't have a book in mind right now anyway.
I am giving my experiment from yesterday a couple of more days.
Today my sister told me she found a wedding cake she likes, but wanted it in chocolate. She said she couldn't imagine what it would look like though and asked if I could change it in photoshop. Well, I told her I would give it a try. Here is my result.
I took this....
..and turned it into this. What do you think?
At the right in my What I am Reading column, I have an issue of Card Player magazine, a magazine I subscribe to. Each issue runs nearly 200 pages of small print articles and comes every 2 weeks. It is easy to fall behind, which is what I have done. I am behind three issues so I am going to concentrate on finishing those before I start a new book. Besides, I don't have a book in mind right now anyway.
I am giving my experiment from yesterday a couple of more days.
Today my sister told me she found a wedding cake she likes, but wanted it in chocolate. She said she couldn't imagine what it would look like though and asked if I could change it in photoshop. Well, I told her I would give it a try. Here is my result.
I took this....
..and turned it into this. What do you think?
Tuesday, November 28, 2006
A simple experiment
Today I was looking at my site meter to see the new fun ways that people have found my website lately. There were some crazy ones, but I am going to skip listing them this time. The point of my post is, sometimes, it doesn't make any sense how they got to my website based on what they typed. If I wrote one post on "television" and one post on "dogs", someone who searches for "dogs on television" will find my site. It doesn't make sense, but that is how it goes sometimes. I didn't write a post on different dogs on television, but they still end up on my site. So, it made me think, if I type out a bunch of random words that people might be interested in, will the amount of people visiting go up. I am not looking just to get my numbers up. I don't really care so much about winning any popularity contests. I have my loyal readers and if I happen to get more, so be it. I am just curious if a random headline would make the sitemeter spike dramatically from a bunch of random nonsense. So without further ado, "Scientist admits on tape that the female sex chromosome of a hairy chinchilla can be found in the DNA of Jessica Simpson." Yes, random, but there are of course some certain key words that might drive my site meter bonkers. Or not. Like I said, it is just a test.
Because you got this far, here is the teaser for the new Harry Potter:
Because you got this far, here is the teaser for the new Harry Potter:
Monday, November 27, 2006
The Power of Words
Hopefully this actually comes out of my head properly cause if it doesn't I may just turn a lot of people off. Thanks to Michael Richards for the inspiration. I don't approve of what he did, but for some reason this popped in my head. This will probably be the last time I talk in such a manner.
I, in my life, have used exactly one racial slur. I was 18 and in a Chicago hotel lobby with my friend Matt. For the purposes of the story I add that my friend Matt is White. For some reason that truly shows my lack of ignorance I stated to my friend that, "I felt like a freaking mully," as we waited in line. My friend Matt looked shocked and asked me, "Do you know what that means?" I honestly did not at the time. I don't know why it came out as much as it was just an exasperation with the long travel and because I had heard only one place ever in my life. Eddie Murphy said it in his comedy concert titled "RAW." I, at the time, was pretty young when I saw the film and didn't make the connection that mully was basically an Italian form of saying niggar. Even right now I'm not a hundred percent sure that is the exact translation, but if I recall that is what my friend Matt told me right away. At the time we were traveling 4 deep into a hotel room and one of matt's friends and one of my new acquaintances was a black guy. He wasn't around when I made my statement, so nothing ever came of that. Needless to say I walked around that entire day feeling like a fool. Even today my reason for even saying it sounds lame. I heard it in a movie once and never used the word until that moment? I just plain didn't know what it meant and felt it was ok to use because I saw one of my favorite comedians use the term. I was so ignorant that I used it to describe myself. I, for the record, am a Filipino-Irish-German fella which makes me the opposite of a Mully. If that is even how you spell the damn word. Deep down I always had this feeling that my friend Matt always looked at me differently from that day on. Did just simply saying the word Mully make me a racist?
I prefer to think that it was just my ignorance and lack of knowledge that led to that moment in time. Regardless of intent it still sticks out to me as a memory burn. My question now after the event at the Laugh Factory and my memory included is do we give words way too much power?
Comedian George Carlin once concluded in a famous bit of his that it's not the racists words coming out of a guy's mouth that makes him a racists. Instead, it's the racists asshole saying them that makes him a racists. Perhaps not as clear cut when being recycled out of my mouth, but hopefully you get the point. Terms like Niggar, Mully, Cunt...etc......Just words. I have no experience having to bear the brunt of being called any one of these terms, so I may just sound very naive. Aren't they just words? I have been insulted plenty of times in my life and snapped at lesser terms than the ones I just described. By no means am I saying that people are expected to not react to insensitive and hurtful remarks. But what if we really treated words as just words?
What if, after Michael Richards explosion the people in the balcony had no response? Instead, they just simply sighed, smiled and shook their head at a pathetic man who was so fed up with being heckled that all he could do was pulled out the insult atom bomb. Sure they had every right to get mad and leave the facility. People have every right to take offence at Richards' tirade. What if they had just killed the power of the word by not saying a damn thing? I know there is a sordid past and for the longest time it has meant nothing but bad things to a whole lot of people. In my theoretical world I would suggest doing this to every insulting and degrading word. Not just Niggar. I am not here to free the use of the word for everyone simply because I alone don't take offence to many insults. I have not been practicing what I am currently preaching, so I don't have any empirical evidence handy. I will though. Next time I am in that situation I will sigh, smile and shake my head disapprovingly. Cause calling me a worthless lazy mother fucker doesn't indeed make me that. Just cause Michael Richards called a group of black people niggars does not indeed make them niggars. And ladies, just cause some jerk calls you a bitch or a whore or cunt, does not make you any of those things. They are all still just words.
Maybe I am being liberal and idealistic. Naive for sure. What if? What if people didn't respond to racial slurs, sexists remarks or otherwise unsavory language? They would not lose their meaning, but wouldn't they lose the power we have given them over time? The FCC and other forms of censoring groups are policing the words we use and the way we use them to protect from how powerful they are to us, but are they really that powerful? Would the world come to a screetching halt cause some radio DJ referred to a caller as cock? I'm not saying this would stop hate. Maybe it would just put words in a slightly better perspective.
I know I may have lost a lot of people with this. Honesty has ruined my life before. I guess I will just let all of you decide for me cause I am in no place to judge my actions or thoughts. I am biased. I kinda like me. And I kinda like people. So if you find fault in who I am please respond. I think I am still the same dude that I was before I wrote this. I'd provide more history for you, but that just seems like me attempting to justify my mistake. I am not sorry for being a racist cause I am not a racist. I am sorry for being an ignorant fool who lemminged his way into saying what I saw on TV without actually getting it. This post was after all about the power of words. I say give it a try sometime. Deflate the power of an insult instantly. Smile and walk away from it. Maybe then words can just be words. And people can just be people.
Shout out to Opie and Anthony and Lil Jimmy Norton. You guys actually make me think outside the box and this post is for you. Special hello to Cassie as well. Just cause you are engaged doesn't mean I am going to stop being my charming self. And I have to state that for the record I got clearance to deliver the package. :) Then again after this post I might be exiled into blogdom hell for all eternity, so no one will get that package. Spread the virus! Rabble Rock!
I, in my life, have used exactly one racial slur. I was 18 and in a Chicago hotel lobby with my friend Matt. For the purposes of the story I add that my friend Matt is White. For some reason that truly shows my lack of ignorance I stated to my friend that, "I felt like a freaking mully," as we waited in line. My friend Matt looked shocked and asked me, "Do you know what that means?" I honestly did not at the time. I don't know why it came out as much as it was just an exasperation with the long travel and because I had heard only one place ever in my life. Eddie Murphy said it in his comedy concert titled "RAW." I, at the time, was pretty young when I saw the film and didn't make the connection that mully was basically an Italian form of saying niggar. Even right now I'm not a hundred percent sure that is the exact translation, but if I recall that is what my friend Matt told me right away. At the time we were traveling 4 deep into a hotel room and one of matt's friends and one of my new acquaintances was a black guy. He wasn't around when I made my statement, so nothing ever came of that. Needless to say I walked around that entire day feeling like a fool. Even today my reason for even saying it sounds lame. I heard it in a movie once and never used the word until that moment? I just plain didn't know what it meant and felt it was ok to use because I saw one of my favorite comedians use the term. I was so ignorant that I used it to describe myself. I, for the record, am a Filipino-Irish-German fella which makes me the opposite of a Mully. If that is even how you spell the damn word. Deep down I always had this feeling that my friend Matt always looked at me differently from that day on. Did just simply saying the word Mully make me a racist?
I prefer to think that it was just my ignorance and lack of knowledge that led to that moment in time. Regardless of intent it still sticks out to me as a memory burn. My question now after the event at the Laugh Factory and my memory included is do we give words way too much power?
Comedian George Carlin once concluded in a famous bit of his that it's not the racists words coming out of a guy's mouth that makes him a racists. Instead, it's the racists asshole saying them that makes him a racists. Perhaps not as clear cut when being recycled out of my mouth, but hopefully you get the point. Terms like Niggar, Mully, Cunt...etc......Just words. I have no experience having to bear the brunt of being called any one of these terms, so I may just sound very naive. Aren't they just words? I have been insulted plenty of times in my life and snapped at lesser terms than the ones I just described. By no means am I saying that people are expected to not react to insensitive and hurtful remarks. But what if we really treated words as just words?
What if, after Michael Richards explosion the people in the balcony had no response? Instead, they just simply sighed, smiled and shook their head at a pathetic man who was so fed up with being heckled that all he could do was pulled out the insult atom bomb. Sure they had every right to get mad and leave the facility. People have every right to take offence at Richards' tirade. What if they had just killed the power of the word by not saying a damn thing? I know there is a sordid past and for the longest time it has meant nothing but bad things to a whole lot of people. In my theoretical world I would suggest doing this to every insulting and degrading word. Not just Niggar. I am not here to free the use of the word for everyone simply because I alone don't take offence to many insults. I have not been practicing what I am currently preaching, so I don't have any empirical evidence handy. I will though. Next time I am in that situation I will sigh, smile and shake my head disapprovingly. Cause calling me a worthless lazy mother fucker doesn't indeed make me that. Just cause Michael Richards called a group of black people niggars does not indeed make them niggars. And ladies, just cause some jerk calls you a bitch or a whore or cunt, does not make you any of those things. They are all still just words.
Maybe I am being liberal and idealistic. Naive for sure. What if? What if people didn't respond to racial slurs, sexists remarks or otherwise unsavory language? They would not lose their meaning, but wouldn't they lose the power we have given them over time? The FCC and other forms of censoring groups are policing the words we use and the way we use them to protect from how powerful they are to us, but are they really that powerful? Would the world come to a screetching halt cause some radio DJ referred to a caller as cock? I'm not saying this would stop hate. Maybe it would just put words in a slightly better perspective.
I know I may have lost a lot of people with this. Honesty has ruined my life before. I guess I will just let all of you decide for me cause I am in no place to judge my actions or thoughts. I am biased. I kinda like me. And I kinda like people. So if you find fault in who I am please respond. I think I am still the same dude that I was before I wrote this. I'd provide more history for you, but that just seems like me attempting to justify my mistake. I am not sorry for being a racist cause I am not a racist. I am sorry for being an ignorant fool who lemminged his way into saying what I saw on TV without actually getting it. This post was after all about the power of words. I say give it a try sometime. Deflate the power of an insult instantly. Smile and walk away from it. Maybe then words can just be words. And people can just be people.
Shout out to Opie and Anthony and Lil Jimmy Norton. You guys actually make me think outside the box and this post is for you. Special hello to Cassie as well. Just cause you are engaged doesn't mean I am going to stop being my charming self. And I have to state that for the record I got clearance to deliver the package. :) Then again after this post I might be exiled into blogdom hell for all eternity, so no one will get that package. Spread the virus! Rabble Rock!
About damn time....
Yes, I am back and I apologize for being away so long. Here is what happened: As you may remember, I was sick a few weeks back. Well, over three weeks later, I am starting to get better. I developed bronchitis and it just made me feel pretty crappy. I wasn't down and out sick, but energy was low. In the middle of all that, I got my Playstation 3. Well, besides playing games, it also has wireless internet access. After opening it up, I attempted to get the wireless to work. I messed with my router and with some tinkering by me, I not only managed to not get my internet on the Playstation working, but lost my internet on my laptop as well. It wasn't until a few days ago that a friend of mine got everything back up again. So now, everything is back to normal. I feel way behind though. I haven't checked everyone's blog in almost 2 weeks, in addition to the countless entertainment websites I browse on a daily basis. But I am back. I know I am too far behind to catch up with all of what I have missed, but I promise that I am back on a regular basis, both here and on your respective blogs.
So what else has happened lately:
A couple of weeks ago, Jess and I, with the help of my sis, threw a surprise 30th wedding anniversary party for my folks. We rented a hall, invited people from as far as 8 hours away, and had a GREAT party. It was fun to have so many people together for the first time in a long time. Some pictures from the fun event:
Thanksgiving was a great time as usual, preceded by the annual Turkey Bowl - tackle football with my friends. Well, it used to be with my friends. Each year, more drop out and we have to bring in other people to fill numbers. It feels like the game might be reaching its end unfortunately. My injuries weren't quite as bad this year. If you remember from last year, I scraped up my leg and that led to blood poisoning and a nasty infection. Look back a year if you want to see the pictures. This year, just some bruises. Some bad bad bruises, but just bruises nonetheless. I hope this picture doesn't disgust you too much!
That one on my chest hurt like a son of a bitch and actually ended up looking worse than pictured here. Maybe I am getting to old for this...
That is it for now, but damnit, I'm back!
So what else has happened lately:
A couple of weeks ago, Jess and I, with the help of my sis, threw a surprise 30th wedding anniversary party for my folks. We rented a hall, invited people from as far as 8 hours away, and had a GREAT party. It was fun to have so many people together for the first time in a long time. Some pictures from the fun event:
Thanksgiving was a great time as usual, preceded by the annual Turkey Bowl - tackle football with my friends. Well, it used to be with my friends. Each year, more drop out and we have to bring in other people to fill numbers. It feels like the game might be reaching its end unfortunately. My injuries weren't quite as bad this year. If you remember from last year, I scraped up my leg and that led to blood poisoning and a nasty infection. Look back a year if you want to see the pictures. This year, just some bruises. Some bad bad bruises, but just bruises nonetheless. I hope this picture doesn't disgust you too much!
That one on my chest hurt like a son of a bitch and actually ended up looking worse than pictured here. Maybe I am getting to old for this...That is it for now, but damnit, I'm back!
Tuesday, November 21, 2006
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Sorry, experiencing technical difficulties - computer stuff. I have so much to talk about too - Michael Richards, OJ, new Rocky trailer, new Harry Potter poster, my PS3 adventure, my parents' surprise party, but I won't be able to for a while. Have a Happy Thaksgiving, sorry to all my fellow bloggers that I have been unable to visit, and I will see you all hopefully after Thanksgiving.
Thursday, November 16, 2006
Where's Manuel?
Has anyone noticed we haven't heard from Manuel in a few days? Has anyone wondered why? I'll show you...
Yep, that's him, camped out in front of Target since 11am Wednesday waiting for his Playstation 3, which comes out tomorrow at 8am. I'm sure we'll hear all about his adventures when he comes back. In the mean time, wish him warmth.
Sunday, November 12, 2006
Do-It-Yourself IS NOT Always Best
Like the vast majority of women, I feel the need to control my body hair. This includes shaving my legs and underarms, as well as occasionally having the hair pulled off my face in the form of waxing my eyebrows.
I used to pay to have this done. I would give someone my hard-earned money to torture me and pull the hair off my face. Then it occurred to me - I could torture myself basically for free, after I bought all the stuff. And, crunching the numbers, I figured that after I had done it twice, it would pay for itself.
The first time I waxed my eyebrows, it went very well. I found that it hurt considerably less simply because I knew when the rip was coming. I broke out less afterward, and, like I did when I paid for it, I didn't have to come home and tweeze the hairs I could see but they couldn't. Yes, this waxing my own eyebrows was a BRILLIANT idea!
Until today...
My right eyebrow is considerably thinner than I would normally have it, and my left eyebrow is this close to having a bald spot. I don't know if I wasn't in the mood to do it or if I just wasn't as careful as I was last time, but today I learned that doing it yourself is not always best. Sometimes is it worth spending your hard-earned money to be tortured. At least you don't walk out of the salon looking like a dork...
I used to pay to have this done. I would give someone my hard-earned money to torture me and pull the hair off my face. Then it occurred to me - I could torture myself basically for free, after I bought all the stuff. And, crunching the numbers, I figured that after I had done it twice, it would pay for itself.
The first time I waxed my eyebrows, it went very well. I found that it hurt considerably less simply because I knew when the rip was coming. I broke out less afterward, and, like I did when I paid for it, I didn't have to come home and tweeze the hairs I could see but they couldn't. Yes, this waxing my own eyebrows was a BRILLIANT idea!
Until today...
My right eyebrow is considerably thinner than I would normally have it, and my left eyebrow is this close to having a bald spot. I don't know if I wasn't in the mood to do it or if I just wasn't as careful as I was last time, but today I learned that doing it yourself is not always best. Sometimes is it worth spending your hard-earned money to be tortured. At least you don't walk out of the salon looking like a dork...
Saturday, November 11, 2006
Guitar Hero 2
As you know, Manuel and I recently celebrated our 4th wedding anniversary. We discussed the gifts we would give each other, and it was decided that I would buy him a Playstation 3 game when he got his Playstation 3 (be it when it comes out next week or later when supplies increase.)
We were out and about tonight, as I was going crazy from being cooped up in the house because of Manuel's cold all last week. We stopped by Best Buy because we needed some color cartridges for our photo printer, and they had a demo set up where you could play the new Guitar Hero 2 that came out for Playstation 2 this week. We had seen a few videos on YouTube where people were playing in expert mode, and we were fascinated. The kids playing at Best Buy were nowhere near as good, but it was still fun to watch.
Having been married to Manuel for 4 years, and dating him for 6 years before we got married, I know him pretty well, and I could see it in his eyes - he wanted it. He REALLY wanted it. So, after a little but of protesting on his part (and truthfully, I think the protesting was all a show only because he believed it was the right thing to do) I bought it for him.
And here we are, at 1240 am, taking turns playing with it. In case you don't know what it is, it's a video game where you play a guitar and have to push the "notes" in time with the "notes" on the screen to make beautiful music. And if you don't hit them right on, the song doesn't sound nearly as good.
I took pictures of Manuel playing, to document his enjoyment of his anniversary gift (and dare I admit, I think it's quite fun as well!)
We were out and about tonight, as I was going crazy from being cooped up in the house because of Manuel's cold all last week. We stopped by Best Buy because we needed some color cartridges for our photo printer, and they had a demo set up where you could play the new Guitar Hero 2 that came out for Playstation 2 this week. We had seen a few videos on YouTube where people were playing in expert mode, and we were fascinated. The kids playing at Best Buy were nowhere near as good, but it was still fun to watch.
Having been married to Manuel for 4 years, and dating him for 6 years before we got married, I know him pretty well, and I could see it in his eyes - he wanted it. He REALLY wanted it. So, after a little but of protesting on his part (and truthfully, I think the protesting was all a show only because he believed it was the right thing to do) I bought it for him.
And here we are, at 1240 am, taking turns playing with it. In case you don't know what it is, it's a video game where you play a guitar and have to push the "notes" in time with the "notes" on the screen to make beautiful music. And if you don't hit them right on, the song doesn't sound nearly as good.
I took pictures of Manuel playing, to document his enjoyment of his anniversary gift (and dare I admit, I think it's quite fun as well!)
Friday, November 10, 2006
RIP Jack Palance 1919-2006
So, so sad to see this fine actor go. I still remember him doing his pushups at the Acadamy Awards. Post your favorite Jack moment!
It's Friday Part 2
Thought this should go in its own post so it doesn't steal the thunder of everything else I wrote! This is a picture of my beautiful, wonderful sister(What is with my big eyes?). Now, I can say, this is a picture of my beautiful, wonderful, ENGAGED sister. Yes, her and her boyfriend are now engaged and getting married next September 1st. Yes, it is many months away, but be sure to wish them love and happiness. May they have a long, sucessful marriage! Love you sis!
It's Friday Part 1
It's Friday and I have so much news to report. I might actually split this into two posts so I don't overwhelm you and some of what I wrote doesn't get overlooked.
First off, the photoshop news. Like I said, I entered a photoshop contest. The contest was to insert musical notes into an image. Some people made clouds that looked like a musical note, some made bamboo into a muscial note(the winner), and I did this:
It is supposed to look like a crop circle shaped like a musical note. What do you think? It was fun, so I think I'll enter one again when I contest interests me. By the way, 75 people entered and I got 29th place. I was more than satisfied with it.
I told you I had some Michael Jackson news and it is exciting!. Next week, at the World Music Awards in London, MJ will be making a comeback of sorts by perfoming Thriller on stage, complete with dancers dressed as zombies doing the Thriller dance. I think this is exciting news. Call him what you want, and I know his is all kooky in the head now, but if he ever decided to return to normalcy again and tour here, I would SO be there! Regardless, I hope this performance makes it onto tv. Here is the Thriller video to make you nostalgic. You know you want to watch!!!
Wanted to show more of the google searches people are doing to get to my site. There were some funny ones last time, so here are some from the last few days or so:
1."what does schnike mean?" - They don't already know?!?!?
2."when someone is insane as you clearly are movie quotes" - Someone likes Se7en!
3."Chris Klein Total Alpha heterosexual" - Interesting...
4."gg: vampires "do not explode when sunlight hits them" - I am mpre curious what the gg at the beginning means
5."stephanie mcmahon .vs playboy" - A fight? Rich, know anything about this?
6."ufc 65 will suck" - Huh? Maybe Rich or my sis know something about this.
There you have. Some interesting ones...
Finally, the new Spiderman III trailer was released last night. I was going to post it, but isnce it was on like every channel last night, you probably caught it. If not, go check it out online it's good.
First off, the photoshop news. Like I said, I entered a photoshop contest. The contest was to insert musical notes into an image. Some people made clouds that looked like a musical note, some made bamboo into a muscial note(the winner), and I did this:
It is supposed to look like a crop circle shaped like a musical note. What do you think? It was fun, so I think I'll enter one again when I contest interests me. By the way, 75 people entered and I got 29th place. I was more than satisfied with it.
I told you I had some Michael Jackson news and it is exciting!. Next week, at the World Music Awards in London, MJ will be making a comeback of sorts by perfoming Thriller on stage, complete with dancers dressed as zombies doing the Thriller dance. I think this is exciting news. Call him what you want, and I know his is all kooky in the head now, but if he ever decided to return to normalcy again and tour here, I would SO be there! Regardless, I hope this performance makes it onto tv. Here is the Thriller video to make you nostalgic. You know you want to watch!!!
Wanted to show more of the google searches people are doing to get to my site. There were some funny ones last time, so here are some from the last few days or so:
1."what does schnike mean?" - They don't already know?!?!?
2."when someone is insane as you clearly are movie quotes" - Someone likes Se7en!
3."Chris Klein Total Alpha heterosexual" - Interesting...
4."gg: vampires "do not explode when sunlight hits them" - I am mpre curious what the gg at the beginning means
5."stephanie mcmahon .vs playboy" - A fight? Rich, know anything about this?
6."ufc 65 will suck" - Huh? Maybe Rich or my sis know something about this.
There you have. Some interesting ones...
Finally, the new Spiderman III trailer was released last night. I was going to post it, but isnce it was on like every channel last night, you probably caught it. If not, go check it out online it's good.
Thursday, November 09, 2006
FINALLY!
What a day of finallys(is that even a word?)! I am finally starting to feel better, and Rich finally posted again in what seems like a month. I always like his posts because they have more meat to them. More substance. My posts are like a cheeseburger. His are like filet mignon. Totally different, but both yummy. It is no suprise though that my posts tend to go more in the cheeseburger direction as I would prefer a cheeseburger to a filet mignon. Go figure...
I read that some people around the country are starting to line up already for the Playstation 3. Over a week ahead of schedule. Now, I really want one, but I am not going to THOSE lengths. I just hope when I decide to get in line Thursday morning still 24 hours early, it is not too late.
There is a great website that I found recently that does nothing but photoshop contests. They give you a topic, and you have 2 days to complete it. They have advanced and beginner contests. I finally entered one yesterday and today they are being voted on. I think around 75 people entered the contest, so being my first one, I just want to finish in the top HALF of entries. That would be a good goal. I find out tonight. My contest was to put musical notes somewhere in a scene or some kind of object made to look like a music note. The example was a cord for a computer mouse tangled up to look like a music note. This of course had to be done with photoshop, not really done in real life. I'll show you what I made tomorrow.
I don't think I ever sent out kudos for the last movie quote quiz. At least I don't think I did. Either way, congrats to Nani for getting the first one and for Kelly to get the other two. Other people got them right, but they were first. Congrats.
Take care, and be sure to check out and comment on Rich's post below. Exciting Micheal Jackson news tomorrow as well as the new trailer for Spiderman 3!!!
I read that some people around the country are starting to line up already for the Playstation 3. Over a week ahead of schedule. Now, I really want one, but I am not going to THOSE lengths. I just hope when I decide to get in line Thursday morning still 24 hours early, it is not too late.
There is a great website that I found recently that does nothing but photoshop contests. They give you a topic, and you have 2 days to complete it. They have advanced and beginner contests. I finally entered one yesterday and today they are being voted on. I think around 75 people entered the contest, so being my first one, I just want to finish in the top HALF of entries. That would be a good goal. I find out tonight. My contest was to put musical notes somewhere in a scene or some kind of object made to look like a music note. The example was a cord for a computer mouse tangled up to look like a music note. This of course had to be done with photoshop, not really done in real life. I'll show you what I made tomorrow.
I don't think I ever sent out kudos for the last movie quote quiz. At least I don't think I did. Either way, congrats to Nani for getting the first one and for Kelly to get the other two. Other people got them right, but they were first. Congrats.
Take care, and be sure to check out and comment on Rich's post below. Exciting Micheal Jackson news tomorrow as well as the new trailer for Spiderman 3!!!
Wednesday, November 08, 2006
Forever taking the SAT's
I guess I wonder about things way too much. That is usually why I never sit down and complete one thought because I have already moved onto the next random idea by the time I document my original light bulb. That is my lame excuse for not doing anything for the past 2 months or so. I have sooo much free time and what do I do with it all? Usually nothing productive. That said, here is my one moment of literary genius for the day.
I voted yesterday. Got my little sticker and filled in the tiny bubbles. As I did this I realized something. Perhaps not an original thought or even a mantra or whatnot.
Isn't life just a series of Mad Libs and Multiple Choice Tests?????
Today everyone will wake up and make a choice. Shower or no shower? Then it will continue. Cereal or oatmeal? Ya see what I mean? My point being that as ordinary as your life can be on a day to day basis it is always different. ALWAYS. As ordinary as these choices are they will effect everything you do for the day. One decision leads to the next question and you will arrive at your answer for that next question based upon what you did prior to that moment. Within all these multiple choice pop quizzes are the mad libs. The template questions that we all get every single day. How do you fill in the blanks with those classic, "Well my day is going ______."
So you get my drift, right? I guess I think of life in this matter cause I wonder sometimes if I had chosen bubble B instead of A where would I be? I think for the most part that kind of thinking comes from dissatisfaction with the results of what I actually did choose. Otherwise why would I be looking back. Maybe instead of wanting to change past decisions I should worry about the new ones I am about to make today. Makes that whole life is a test kinda thing more of a reality to me I suppose. Ya know I have no clever way to end this, so just hi to all my fans out there and make sure you stay alert. The next pop quiz is on it's way ASAP. Rabble Rock
I voted yesterday. Got my little sticker and filled in the tiny bubbles. As I did this I realized something. Perhaps not an original thought or even a mantra or whatnot.
Isn't life just a series of Mad Libs and Multiple Choice Tests?????
Today everyone will wake up and make a choice. Shower or no shower? Then it will continue. Cereal or oatmeal? Ya see what I mean? My point being that as ordinary as your life can be on a day to day basis it is always different. ALWAYS. As ordinary as these choices are they will effect everything you do for the day. One decision leads to the next question and you will arrive at your answer for that next question based upon what you did prior to that moment. Within all these multiple choice pop quizzes are the mad libs. The template questions that we all get every single day. How do you fill in the blanks with those classic, "Well my day is going ______."
So you get my drift, right? I guess I think of life in this matter cause I wonder sometimes if I had chosen bubble B instead of A where would I be? I think for the most part that kind of thinking comes from dissatisfaction with the results of what I actually did choose. Otherwise why would I be looking back. Maybe instead of wanting to change past decisions I should worry about the new ones I am about to make today. Makes that whole life is a test kinda thing more of a reality to me I suppose. Ya know I have no clever way to end this, so just hi to all my fans out there and make sure you stay alert. The next pop quiz is on it's way ASAP. Rabble Rock
Tuesday, November 07, 2006
News to make me feel better...
It's all over the news! Britney Spears has filed for divorce from Keven Federline. I miss the days when I would drool over Britney. it really has nothing to do with her being pregnant, she just started looking trashy. Hopefully, this divorce will bring back the hot Britney. The news inspired me to do this photoshop creation on the fly....
Yuck...
Still sick and have been since Friday night. I'm tired of this. I am usually a quick recovery kind of guy, but not this one I guess. I'm barely sleeping. I feel a little better today so hopefully I am on the upward slope.
The image on my face in the last pic was Morro Rock at sunset. I am so disappointed in my family...
It is only a little over a week now until Playstation 3 comes out. On Friday the 17th, supposedly at 8am, they are scheduled to be released. I was hoping that would go on sale at 12:01 am. Maybe they still will as I don't want to camp overnight. I guess you do what you have to do to get one though. Supplies are SUPER limited so I am going to have to get there pretty early. Wish me luck...
The image on my face in the last pic was Morro Rock at sunset. I am so disappointed in my family...
It is only a little over a week now until Playstation 3 comes out. On Friday the 17th, supposedly at 8am, they are scheduled to be released. I was hoping that would go on sale at 12:01 am. Maybe they still will as I don't want to camp overnight. I guess you do what you have to do to get one though. Supplies are SUPER limited so I am going to have to get there pretty early. Wish me luck...
Sunday, November 05, 2006
Still sick...
Yeah, my last post was just earlier today, but I'm just keeping you updated.
Here is a photoshop pic I just did. It's pretty similar to that last one, but with a scenery background. My family should know where this is....
Here is a photoshop pic I just did. It's pretty similar to that last one, but with a scenery background. My family should know where this is....
Sick...
The post applies both to me and this funny article. I'm sick right now, so all you are going to get from me right now is an article I cam across this morning. Sorry to everyone to all fellow bloggers as I haven't been up to checking out other blogs the last couple of days. I hope I get better soon. In the meantime, check out this article...
Naked man arrested for concealed weapon
EL CERRITO, Calif. - A man was arrested on suspicion of carrying a concealed weapon after police found him outdoors — naked — and he told them he had a tool in his rectum, authorities said.
The man was lying on a tree stump, masturbating beside a nature path, near a Bay Area Rapid Transit station Thursday, police said.
John Sheehan, 33, of Pittsburg, was initially arrested on suspicion of indecent exposure. But when asked whether he was carrying anything police should know about, Sheehan mentioned the tool, said El Cerrito Detective Cpl. Don Horgan.
"You can't get much more concealed than that," Horgan said.
Officers drew their weapons and firefighters were called to the scene. Sheehan removed a 6-inch metal awl wrapped in black electrical tape without incident.
Sheehan, who was paroled from state prison last week, was then booked into jail on suspicion of parole violations, indecent exposure and one felony count of possessing a concealed weapon.
"When you're talking about an awl or an ice pick and you're dealing with somebody who's fresh out of prison, it's a weapon. That's a stabbing instrument," Horgan said.
It was not immediately clear what Sheehan was on parole for. A person answering the phone at the jail Friday night did not know whether Sheehan had a lawyer.
I LOVE crazy people!!!
Naked man arrested for concealed weapon
EL CERRITO, Calif. - A man was arrested on suspicion of carrying a concealed weapon after police found him outdoors — naked — and he told them he had a tool in his rectum, authorities said.
The man was lying on a tree stump, masturbating beside a nature path, near a Bay Area Rapid Transit station Thursday, police said.
John Sheehan, 33, of Pittsburg, was initially arrested on suspicion of indecent exposure. But when asked whether he was carrying anything police should know about, Sheehan mentioned the tool, said El Cerrito Detective Cpl. Don Horgan.
"You can't get much more concealed than that," Horgan said.
Officers drew their weapons and firefighters were called to the scene. Sheehan removed a 6-inch metal awl wrapped in black electrical tape without incident.
Sheehan, who was paroled from state prison last week, was then booked into jail on suspicion of parole violations, indecent exposure and one felony count of possessing a concealed weapon.
"When you're talking about an awl or an ice pick and you're dealing with somebody who's fresh out of prison, it's a weapon. That's a stabbing instrument," Horgan said.
It was not immediately clear what Sheehan was on parole for. A person answering the phone at the jail Friday night did not know whether Sheehan had a lawyer.
I LOVE crazy people!!!
Thursday, November 02, 2006
Love trivia
As you can see from the post my wife left below, today is my anniversary. In honor of that, here are some romatic movie quotes to set the mood. Hope someone knows some of these. Have a good day...
1)Well, yes, ma'am, I do... I mean, I got everything I need right here with me. I got air in my lungs, a few blank sheets of paper. I mean, I love waking up in the morning not knowing what's gonna happen or, who I'm gonna meet, where I'm gonna wind up. Just the other night I was sleeping under a bridge and now here I am on the grandest ship in the world having champagne with you fine people. I figure life's a gift and I don't intend on wasting it. You don't know what hand you're gonna get dealt next. You learn to take life as it comes at you... to make each day count.
2)Where do they teach you to talk like this? In some Panama City "Sailor wanna hump-hump" bar, or is it getaway day and your last shot at his whiskey? Sell crazy someplace else, we're all stocked up here.
3)Your true love lives. And you marry another. True Love saved her in the Fire Swamp, and she treated it like garbage. And that's what she is, the Queen of Refuse. So bow down to her if you want, bow to her. Bow to the Queen of Slime, the Queen of Filth, the Queen of Putrescence. Boo. Boo. Rubbish. Filth. Slime. Muck. Boo. Boo. Boo.
1)Well, yes, ma'am, I do... I mean, I got everything I need right here with me. I got air in my lungs, a few blank sheets of paper. I mean, I love waking up in the morning not knowing what's gonna happen or, who I'm gonna meet, where I'm gonna wind up. Just the other night I was sleeping under a bridge and now here I am on the grandest ship in the world having champagne with you fine people. I figure life's a gift and I don't intend on wasting it. You don't know what hand you're gonna get dealt next. You learn to take life as it comes at you... to make each day count.
2)Where do they teach you to talk like this? In some Panama City "Sailor wanna hump-hump" bar, or is it getaway day and your last shot at his whiskey? Sell crazy someplace else, we're all stocked up here.
3)Your true love lives. And you marry another. True Love saved her in the Fire Swamp, and she treated it like garbage. And that's what she is, the Queen of Refuse. So bow down to her if you want, bow to her. Bow to the Queen of Slime, the Queen of Filth, the Queen of Putrescence. Boo. Boo. Rubbish. Filth. Slime. Muck. Boo. Boo. Boo.
Wednesday, November 01, 2006
Happy Anniversary, My Sunshine!
4 years ago today Manuel and I got married. What an absolutely fantastic day that was. Here are some random thoughts on that day...
* We were so lucky - nothing except the caterers putting the punch out too late went wrong.
* Manuel looked very handsome in his tuxedo.
* I was surprised with a bouquet of red roses from my soon-to-be-husband, delivered to my hotel room as I was putting on my earrings.
* I stepped on my wedding dress as I was walking up the few stairs leading to the aisle. I was stuck and couldn't go anywhere until I let go of either my mom or my dad (I can't remember which, as they both walked me down the aisle) to lift my dress out from under my shoes.
* When we kissed, the harpist played a magical music sound.
* Everyone laughed at the part in the vows where Manuel promised to be my partner in mischief. In fact, they laughed so loudly that he didn't hear the rest of the vow and mumbled a response instead.
* When I took pictures with my family before the wedding, Manuel's grandparents walked in and I freaked out because I thought he was going to come inside and see me.
* My last breakfast as a single woman was a bowl of Frosted Flakes.
* We got a $100 bill from someone during the money dance!
* My step-dad was so drunk that when he made his toast, he told us that "it doesn't get any better than this," when really he meant to say, "it only gets better." When we danced our father/daughter dance later, he said to me, "I think I messed up the toast. What I meant to say was that it doesn't get any better than this." He said the same thing again!
* When Cassie, my sister-in-law, took the microphone from the DJ to make her toast, he shocked her and she said, "SHIT!" right into the microphone.
* The DJ put Manuel on the spot and told him to do a sexy walk over to me to take my garter off. The DJ told me that if I didn't like his sexy walk, I could clap my hands, sending him back to make him do it again. His sexy walk was fine, but even if it wasn't, I wouldn't have clapped because I know it would have pissed Manuel off and that's not the way to start a marriage.
* We went to the hotel bar after the reception was over, and a lady in the bar bought us a bottle of champagne and told us that she hoped our marriage worked out better than any of hers had.
* When we went up to the hotel room when the day was finally done, Manuel helped me take my hair down, and I was nearly in tears because the bobby pins were stuck in my hair so well that it hurt to take them out.
Such fond memories of the happiest day of my life. And I would do it again in a heartbeat. Not everyone is lucky enough to be married to their best friend.
In honor of our anniversary, here are the lyrics to our song, the first song we danced to as husband and wife.
Nothing Else Matters by Metallica
So close no matter how far
Couldn't be much more from the heart
Forever trusting who we are
And nothing else matters
Never opened myself this way
Life is ours, we live it our way
All these words I don't just say
And nothing else matters
Trust I seek and I find in you
Every day for us something new
Open mind for a different view
And nothing else matters
Never cared for what they do
Never cared for what they know
But I know
So close no matter how far
Couldn't be much more from the heart
Forever trusting who we are
And nothing else matters
Never cared for what they do
Never cared for what they know
But I know
Never opened myself this way
Life is ours, we live it our way
All these words I don't just say
And nothing else matters
Trust I seek and I find in you
Every day for us something new
Open mind for a different view
And nothing else matters
Never cared for what they say
Never cared for games they play
Never cared for what they do
Never cared for what they know
And I know
So close no matter how far
Couldn't be much more from the heart
Forever trusting who we are
No nothing else matters
Thank you, Manuel, for everything you do for me. I love you with every ounce of my being.
* We were so lucky - nothing except the caterers putting the punch out too late went wrong.
* Manuel looked very handsome in his tuxedo.
* I was surprised with a bouquet of red roses from my soon-to-be-husband, delivered to my hotel room as I was putting on my earrings.
* I stepped on my wedding dress as I was walking up the few stairs leading to the aisle. I was stuck and couldn't go anywhere until I let go of either my mom or my dad (I can't remember which, as they both walked me down the aisle) to lift my dress out from under my shoes.
* When we kissed, the harpist played a magical music sound.
* Everyone laughed at the part in the vows where Manuel promised to be my partner in mischief. In fact, they laughed so loudly that he didn't hear the rest of the vow and mumbled a response instead.
* When I took pictures with my family before the wedding, Manuel's grandparents walked in and I freaked out because I thought he was going to come inside and see me.
* My last breakfast as a single woman was a bowl of Frosted Flakes.
* We got a $100 bill from someone during the money dance!
* My step-dad was so drunk that when he made his toast, he told us that "it doesn't get any better than this," when really he meant to say, "it only gets better." When we danced our father/daughter dance later, he said to me, "I think I messed up the toast. What I meant to say was that it doesn't get any better than this." He said the same thing again!
* When Cassie, my sister-in-law, took the microphone from the DJ to make her toast, he shocked her and she said, "SHIT!" right into the microphone.
* The DJ put Manuel on the spot and told him to do a sexy walk over to me to take my garter off. The DJ told me that if I didn't like his sexy walk, I could clap my hands, sending him back to make him do it again. His sexy walk was fine, but even if it wasn't, I wouldn't have clapped because I know it would have pissed Manuel off and that's not the way to start a marriage.
* We went to the hotel bar after the reception was over, and a lady in the bar bought us a bottle of champagne and told us that she hoped our marriage worked out better than any of hers had.
* When we went up to the hotel room when the day was finally done, Manuel helped me take my hair down, and I was nearly in tears because the bobby pins were stuck in my hair so well that it hurt to take them out.
Such fond memories of the happiest day of my life. And I would do it again in a heartbeat. Not everyone is lucky enough to be married to their best friend.
In honor of our anniversary, here are the lyrics to our song, the first song we danced to as husband and wife.
Nothing Else Matters by Metallica
So close no matter how far
Couldn't be much more from the heart
Forever trusting who we are
And nothing else matters
Never opened myself this way
Life is ours, we live it our way
All these words I don't just say
And nothing else matters
Trust I seek and I find in you
Every day for us something new
Open mind for a different view
And nothing else matters
Never cared for what they do
Never cared for what they know
But I know
So close no matter how far
Couldn't be much more from the heart
Forever trusting who we are
And nothing else matters
Never cared for what they do
Never cared for what they know
But I know
Never opened myself this way
Life is ours, we live it our way
All these words I don't just say
And nothing else matters
Trust I seek and I find in you
Every day for us something new
Open mind for a different view
And nothing else matters
Never cared for what they say
Never cared for games they play
Never cared for what they do
Never cared for what they know
And I know
So close no matter how far
Couldn't be much more from the heart
Forever trusting who we are
No nothing else matters
Thank you, Manuel, for everything you do for me. I love you with every ounce of my being.
New season, new hope
Today the Kings have their first game of the NBA season. In the recent past, a new season meant high expectations for a team that could contend for the title. Those days are now gone for the Kings. In fact, I don't know what to expect from this group. Having one of our stars out to begin the season doesn't help. If I had to guess, I would say the Kings are going to win somewhere between 40 and 45 games. That should give them somewhere between the 7th and 9th place teams in the conference. Yes, they might not even make the playoffs. No matter what happens, I'll watch and it should be interesting. Hey, if they lose a lot, I can always swith to another game as I paid the $170 again to have every single NBA game available to me. Love that NBA league pass! Nothing like turning on the tv and having 12 NBA games on...
You know what I have been having fun with? Checking my site meter to see what people type in on google to get to my blog. Now you regulars, you guys don't usually show up because you have it bookmarked or something like that. But how about stangers to visit my site? How do they end up on my site? These are a list of things people have typed in on a search engine the last few days to get to my site:
1)Jessica Manuel (ok, maybe that is someone's name they are looking for)
2)USPS Lost and misdirected mail facts jury summons (What does that even mean?)
3)Eddie Guerrero LatiNo Heat 1967-2005 Photos (Sweet!)
4)oriental not politically correct (Hmm...)
5)Manuel gay (I CERTAINLY AM NOT!!!)
6)her feet smelled (What were they looking for?)
7)Ewok dog (ORKO!!!)
8)NITRO BLOWS UP A SCHOOLYARD FULL OF KIDS (Comic reference...someone likes caps)
9)En Manuel CANT (Uhh.....???)
10)ufc after parties in sacramento (That you Rich?)
I'll try to keep you updated as more fun searches come along....
Congrats to my wife for getting all the quotes right! Sad though that nobody else has even tried the last two times. I'll try one more time and see if I get responses. Tomorrow, I'll post some romance movie quotes in honor of my 4th wedding anniversary tomorrow....
You know what I have been having fun with? Checking my site meter to see what people type in on google to get to my blog. Now you regulars, you guys don't usually show up because you have it bookmarked or something like that. But how about stangers to visit my site? How do they end up on my site? These are a list of things people have typed in on a search engine the last few days to get to my site:
1)Jessica Manuel (ok, maybe that is someone's name they are looking for)
2)USPS Lost and misdirected mail facts jury summons (What does that even mean?)
3)Eddie Guerrero LatiNo Heat 1967-2005 Photos (Sweet!)
4)oriental not politically correct (Hmm...)
5)Manuel gay (I CERTAINLY AM NOT!!!)
6)her feet smelled (What were they looking for?)
7)Ewok dog (ORKO!!!)
8)NITRO BLOWS UP A SCHOOLYARD FULL OF KIDS (Comic reference...someone likes caps)
9)En Manuel CANT (Uhh.....???)
10)ufc after parties in sacramento (That you Rich?)
I'll try to keep you updated as more fun searches come along....
Congrats to my wife for getting all the quotes right! Sad though that nobody else has even tried the last two times. I'll try one more time and see if I get responses. Tomorrow, I'll post some romance movie quotes in honor of my 4th wedding anniversary tomorrow....
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