This morning, I've got nothing. No witty post ideas, no melancholy feeling to cry about. Just me and a blank screen waiting for my blank mind to fill it up.
It's a weird feeling to have this blank mind early in the morning. This is usually my most creative time, but here I am, with nothing.
Having this blog sort of makes me feel obligated to post something, anything. I owe it to those who stop by. I owe it to the future of blogland to perpetuate the movement. I owe it to myself. Plus, I like the connection with people in other places. That's the best part. It's fun. That's why I do it.
But today, I'm like Seinfeld, posting about nothing. Maybe I've seen too much Seinfeld and now my brain has become just like the show, full of nothings. (Is that an oxymoron?)
Let's see what the day brings.
Thursday, January 06, 2005
Wednesday, January 05, 2005
A New Quiz
A new cool Quiz bummed from Lynn. This suits me.
You are fresh-ground coffee, black, first thing
in the morning.
You are a life-giving substance. The US government
has secret stockpiles of you hidden in caverns
under the Rockies. When for some reason you
are late to a meeting, world financial markets
are thrown into chaos. Your presence can cure
warts and mild depression, and when you enter a
room, you diffuse a gentle fragrance that
reminds people of the happiest moment of their
childhoods. Cats and children adore you; they
curl up at your feet, where they torment small
crawling things and occasionally lick your
toes.
What kind of coffee are you?
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You are fresh-ground coffee, black, first thing
in the morning.
You are a life-giving substance. The US government
has secret stockpiles of you hidden in caverns
under the Rockies. When for some reason you
are late to a meeting, world financial markets
are thrown into chaos. Your presence can cure
warts and mild depression, and when you enter a
room, you diffuse a gentle fragrance that
reminds people of the happiest moment of their
childhoods. Cats and children adore you; they
curl up at your feet, where they torment small
crawling things and occasionally lick your
toes.
What kind of coffee are you?
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All Good Things…..
…must come to an end. Don’t you hate that saying? I do, mostly because it always comes true. No matter how good a situation is or how much you really like it, it ends somehow. It evolves, another person alters it some way or it just gets screwed up.
For instance, this job. It’s OK. I really have no complaints. But it’s not as good as one I had a few years ago. I worked at a place where there was more work, many more challenges and where I felt like I was part of something special. I always swore I’d retire from that place.
Then the corporate big wigs found a way to line their pockets, sold the company to a big corporation and the whole dynamic changed. It quickly went from being someplace I loved to go be to being a nightmare for anyone who worked there. Now I’m here. Monetarily better, but from a personally fulfilling standpoint, a big step down.
A few years ago I was part of a group of friends that resembled the group on the show ‘Friends’. We were always together, doing anything, being there for each other. The whole 9 yards. The weekends were just assumed that we would be somewhere together. It was an exceptionally comfortable lifestyle. But of course, it changed.
We are mostly all friends still. Life has separated us a bit. Some of us are literally separated, either divorced or working on a divorce. Some of us have moved miles away. Mostly we keep in touch. But I miss the days of knowing there was always a place to be where I was welcome. Always someone ready to …just be. The days are a bit more lonely now. It just doesn’t seem right.
I guess these changes are natural. Part of the evolution of life. Probably I should just be able to accept how things go and move on. But that’s tough when there are places in your past that were much more rewarding than where you are in the present. Kind of like the old saying, “You’ll never forget your first love, and you’ll never love like that again.” Sometimes the present pales in comparison to the past. This doesn't mean the future will suck. It may end up better than anything else has been. I just think it's a bummer sometimes. Maybe it’s accepting the mindset that things must change that allows us to go ahead and change our lives even when we know that probably it’s a mistake? It just seems like, if something is good, it shouldn’t have to change.
So, all good things must come to an end? I think that’s a load of crap. At least this morning I do. Later today, who knows?
For instance, this job. It’s OK. I really have no complaints. But it’s not as good as one I had a few years ago. I worked at a place where there was more work, many more challenges and where I felt like I was part of something special. I always swore I’d retire from that place.
Then the corporate big wigs found a way to line their pockets, sold the company to a big corporation and the whole dynamic changed. It quickly went from being someplace I loved to go be to being a nightmare for anyone who worked there. Now I’m here. Monetarily better, but from a personally fulfilling standpoint, a big step down.
A few years ago I was part of a group of friends that resembled the group on the show ‘Friends’. We were always together, doing anything, being there for each other. The whole 9 yards. The weekends were just assumed that we would be somewhere together. It was an exceptionally comfortable lifestyle. But of course, it changed.
We are mostly all friends still. Life has separated us a bit. Some of us are literally separated, either divorced or working on a divorce. Some of us have moved miles away. Mostly we keep in touch. But I miss the days of knowing there was always a place to be where I was welcome. Always someone ready to …just be. The days are a bit more lonely now. It just doesn’t seem right.
I guess these changes are natural. Part of the evolution of life. Probably I should just be able to accept how things go and move on. But that’s tough when there are places in your past that were much more rewarding than where you are in the present. Kind of like the old saying, “You’ll never forget your first love, and you’ll never love like that again.” Sometimes the present pales in comparison to the past. This doesn't mean the future will suck. It may end up better than anything else has been. I just think it's a bummer sometimes. Maybe it’s accepting the mindset that things must change that allows us to go ahead and change our lives even when we know that probably it’s a mistake? It just seems like, if something is good, it shouldn’t have to change.
So, all good things must come to an end? I think that’s a load of crap. At least this morning I do. Later today, who knows?
Monday, January 03, 2005
A Night Of 'Foot In Mouth Disease'
It’s been an interesting evening. Earlier I was taking out the garbage like a good little man of the house and I had stacked 2 bags near the front steps. As I was walking past the 2 stacked bags, one rolled off and stopped against this little brick fence thing our neighbors have piled around their front garden. I say piled because that’s all they did, pile/stack the bricks around the garden. If you accidentally hit your foot against it, the bricks move. Plus they are just these ugly cinder block colored bricks. They look terrible, like the beginning of a construction site or something.
Anyway, as I was returning for the runaway garbage, I see the neighbor leaning way over the railing looking down at the beautiful brick masterpiece with the bag against it. I guess she thought I had moved something out of place. As I got near and went to get the bag, she said, “I was just checking to see if any bricks had moved.” As I looked up, I heard this voice coming from somewhere. It sounded just like me, but I knew it couldn’t be me. It was saying, “Aww, quit your crying. It didn’t hurt your ugly brick wall.”
I just stood there after the words had faded away, knowing it wasn’t me that just said that. I know because I didn’t have any thoughts in my brain when those sounds came out. None. My mind was blank. But when I looked around, I didn’t see anyone else. Oh boy.
We just stood there for a while, saying nothing, looking right at each other. Funny how just a few seconds of dead silence can seem like hours when all you want to do is be anywhere but where you are at that moment. It was excruciating. She didn’t say a word and turned and went inside. I just stood there for a few more seconds, still hoping someone would show up with a voice like mine and tell me they had said that.
A little later I’m inside, unwinding with a grilled cheese and some tomato soup when Nicci shows me the cover of this magazine. It was a swimsuit magazine and on the cover was a very good looking woman in a nice suit, all lotioned up sitting and glistening in the sun. Nicci says, “That’s me this summer. Do you think I’ll look that good in that suit?”
Now this is one of those questions that guys are supposed to be ready for. We should already have our answer ready, no hesitation, no matter what we think the answer should be. We should always have several ready-made responses rehearsed so we don’t screw up by either saying the wrong thing or not reacting the right way. We, as professionals, owe this to our women. But I just had the aforementioned incident with ‘foot in mouth disease’, so I hesitated. Then I looked closer at the picture. Strike 2. Then the voice came again, from somewhere, and it sounded just like me. It didn't answer her question. It didn't have anything complementary or supportive to say. All it said was “Will you be that shiny too?”
Here I was again, the seconds ticking away, seeming like hours, and the blank stare from yet another woman. I had a looong few seconds to realize that my brain and my mouth were not working as a team tonight. I slowly extricated myself from the latest predicament and have been hiding in my basement Fortress of Solitude since. Me and my Seinfeld DVDs, a cold Cherry Pepsi and a cat that doesn’t care what I say. I’m staying here until everyone in the world is in bed and I can safely crash, without any further interaction.
Some nights it just doesn’t pay to open your mouth.
Anyway, as I was returning for the runaway garbage, I see the neighbor leaning way over the railing looking down at the beautiful brick masterpiece with the bag against it. I guess she thought I had moved something out of place. As I got near and went to get the bag, she said, “I was just checking to see if any bricks had moved.” As I looked up, I heard this voice coming from somewhere. It sounded just like me, but I knew it couldn’t be me. It was saying, “Aww, quit your crying. It didn’t hurt your ugly brick wall.”
I just stood there after the words had faded away, knowing it wasn’t me that just said that. I know because I didn’t have any thoughts in my brain when those sounds came out. None. My mind was blank. But when I looked around, I didn’t see anyone else. Oh boy.
We just stood there for a while, saying nothing, looking right at each other. Funny how just a few seconds of dead silence can seem like hours when all you want to do is be anywhere but where you are at that moment. It was excruciating. She didn’t say a word and turned and went inside. I just stood there for a few more seconds, still hoping someone would show up with a voice like mine and tell me they had said that.
A little later I’m inside, unwinding with a grilled cheese and some tomato soup when Nicci shows me the cover of this magazine. It was a swimsuit magazine and on the cover was a very good looking woman in a nice suit, all lotioned up sitting and glistening in the sun. Nicci says, “That’s me this summer. Do you think I’ll look that good in that suit?”
Now this is one of those questions that guys are supposed to be ready for. We should already have our answer ready, no hesitation, no matter what we think the answer should be. We should always have several ready-made responses rehearsed so we don’t screw up by either saying the wrong thing or not reacting the right way. We, as professionals, owe this to our women. But I just had the aforementioned incident with ‘foot in mouth disease’, so I hesitated. Then I looked closer at the picture. Strike 2. Then the voice came again, from somewhere, and it sounded just like me. It didn't answer her question. It didn't have anything complementary or supportive to say. All it said was “Will you be that shiny too?”
Here I was again, the seconds ticking away, seeming like hours, and the blank stare from yet another woman. I had a looong few seconds to realize that my brain and my mouth were not working as a team tonight. I slowly extricated myself from the latest predicament and have been hiding in my basement Fortress of Solitude since. Me and my Seinfeld DVDs, a cold Cherry Pepsi and a cat that doesn’t care what I say. I’m staying here until everyone in the world is in bed and I can safely crash, without any further interaction.
Some nights it just doesn’t pay to open your mouth.
Latest Poll Results
These are the latest Poll results. I wonder, did everyone's predictions come true? Mine did.
The new Poll is posted on the right sidebar. (It's a tasty one this week.) ;)
Where will you find yourself this New Year's morning?
Votes
Hung over in a stranger's bed. 12% 2
Hung over in your sweetie's bed. 18% 3
Hung over on your couch with the lampshade still on your head. 0% 0
In Las Vegas with ??? 0% 0
Wide awake. Well rested. (I'm not a partier.) 12% 2
Drooling in anticipation of my favorite bowl game. 6% 1
Watching the sunrise, pondering the mysteries of the New Year to come. 12% 2
New Year? Oh yeah, there is one isn't there. 41% 7
17 votes total
The new Poll is posted on the right sidebar. (It's a tasty one this week.) ;)
Where will you find yourself this New Year's morning?
Votes
Hung over in a stranger's bed. 12% 2
Hung over in your sweetie's bed. 18% 3
Hung over on your couch with the lampshade still on your head. 0% 0
In Las Vegas with ??? 0% 0
Wide awake. Well rested. (I'm not a partier.) 12% 2
Drooling in anticipation of my favorite bowl game. 6% 1
Watching the sunrise, pondering the mysteries of the New Year to come. 12% 2
New Year? Oh yeah, there is one isn't there. 41% 7
17 votes total
Morning Thoughts
First, Monday… Bleeech! Had to get that out of my system
I noticed that a lot of people who have done those question quiz type things want to visit Ireland. We all have a common bond. Except Ian, who doesn’t ever want to go back.
I got into a Dean Martin music thing this weekend. I noticed that a lot of the songs from that era were about falling in love, getting married and having babies. Not quite the same today, eh? The world has changed.
I wrote recently on Egg-He’s blog that “I’ll keep my eye on you.” Isn’t that funny? How does someone ‘keep an eye on someone’? I think that would hurt, plus, you would be vision impaired, so what’s the point?
Tino Martinez has returned to the Yankees, where he belongs. I can’t begin to tell anyone how happy this makes me. A trip to Yankee Stadium is in order this year.
Thanks to Meritt and Ian for being good sports with the questions. Now we need to get Peachy to join in.
I’ve decided on a few New Year’s resolutions. 1. Figure out how to be happy. (good luck.) 2. Get in touch with my inner child. (Oops, already there. Scratch that one.) 3. Be a bigger Yankee fan. (I’ll go on the “eat till I explode diet”, then I’ll be a ‘bigger’ fan.) 4. Find out just what the heck an ‘internet girlfriend’ is. I’ve seen this person referenced a lot lately. (How can you have a girlfriend that may or may not really even be a girl?) 5. Try to be “The perfect Blogger”. (I have no idea what that means. Suggestions?... Anyone?... Bueller?...)
There they are. Pretty serious stuff. Except for the stuff that wasn’t really serious.
I’ve also noticed that there is a lot of sex talk on the blogs. I wonder if people talk that much about it in reality. Maybe this is the only place we/they feel that free with those thoughts? We’re probably all prudes in real life. I am, now that I’m old. But there was a time…..
Does anyone really care what Britney Spears is up to? You can’t turn on E without some kind of update. I guess they want to be there when she dumps her latest temporary guy. I’m just not sure how it’s news.
Ok, that’s enough rambling for now. This is really a sampling of how my mind wanders pre-coffee. Or I should say, pre-enough coffee.
I noticed that a lot of people who have done those question quiz type things want to visit Ireland. We all have a common bond. Except Ian, who doesn’t ever want to go back.
I got into a Dean Martin music thing this weekend. I noticed that a lot of the songs from that era were about falling in love, getting married and having babies. Not quite the same today, eh? The world has changed.
I wrote recently on Egg-He’s blog that “I’ll keep my eye on you.” Isn’t that funny? How does someone ‘keep an eye on someone’? I think that would hurt, plus, you would be vision impaired, so what’s the point?
Tino Martinez has returned to the Yankees, where he belongs. I can’t begin to tell anyone how happy this makes me. A trip to Yankee Stadium is in order this year.
Thanks to Meritt and Ian for being good sports with the questions. Now we need to get Peachy to join in.
I’ve decided on a few New Year’s resolutions. 1. Figure out how to be happy. (good luck.) 2. Get in touch with my inner child. (Oops, already there. Scratch that one.) 3. Be a bigger Yankee fan. (I’ll go on the “eat till I explode diet”, then I’ll be a ‘bigger’ fan.) 4. Find out just what the heck an ‘internet girlfriend’ is. I’ve seen this person referenced a lot lately. (How can you have a girlfriend that may or may not really even be a girl?) 5. Try to be “The perfect Blogger”. (I have no idea what that means. Suggestions?... Anyone?... Bueller?...)
There they are. Pretty serious stuff. Except for the stuff that wasn’t really serious.
I’ve also noticed that there is a lot of sex talk on the blogs. I wonder if people talk that much about it in reality. Maybe this is the only place we/they feel that free with those thoughts? We’re probably all prudes in real life. I am, now that I’m old. But there was a time…..
Does anyone really care what Britney Spears is up to? You can’t turn on E without some kind of update. I guess they want to be there when she dumps her latest temporary guy. I’m just not sure how it’s news.
Ok, that’s enough rambling for now. This is really a sampling of how my mind wanders pre-coffee. Or I should say, pre-enough coffee.
Sunday, January 02, 2005
A Cool Quiz Type Thing
I have been drafted by J to answer all these questions. (She was drafted by EJ.) They're short and sweet, so it's not a '50 things about me' kinda thing. That’s good since I already did a 100 Things post. Here’s the interesting part, I get to choose THREE of my blogger friends to do the same. Read to the end, my friends, your name may be at the bottom, called upon to divulge even more personal secrets.
Three names you go by:
1. Bob
2. Bobby
3. Robert
Three screen names you have:
1. Yankeebob
2. Bobby Luv
3. GL69
Three things you like about yourself:
1. My sense of humor.
2. Blue eyes
3. Artistic ability.
Three things you hate/dislike about yourself:
1. I’m rarely satisfied with life.
2. My face shows every thought and emotion. I usually can’t hide too much.
3. I’m easily bored.
Three parts of your heritage:
1.Irish
2. Italian
3.German
Three things that scare you:
1. Drowning. (That’s my biggest fear.)
2. Never finding ‘the place’ where I’m comfortable.
3. The Yankees losing. (Any game.)
Three of your everyday essentials:
1. Coffee, especially Starbuck’s.
2. Alone/quiet time.
3. Yankee baseball, in some form.
Three things I am wearing right now:
”.. uhhh.. what if I'm nude?” (Left that quote in from J.)
1. My favorite Yankee sweatshirt.
2. Bronx Bombers T-shirt.
3. Lucky 4 leaf clover on a chain. (I’ve worn it since high school.)
Three of your fave bands/artists (today):
1. Sheryl Crow
2. Eric Clapton
3. Dean Martin
Three of your fave songs at present:
1. Time Stand Still (Rush)
2. Conferring With The Moon (William Ackerman)
3. Love Is A Good Thing (Sheryl Crow)
Three new things you want to try in the upcoming year:
1. Gambling in Vegas.
2. A career as a gigolo.
3. To get to Yankee Stadium more than once.
Three things you want in a relationship (love is a given):
1. A woman who appreciates kinky sex. (Just wanted to see if you are paying attention.)
2. Humor, and lots of it.
3. The ability to stay ‘me’.
Two truths and a lie: (I changed this from the original, you have to guess which is the lie.)
1. I have an internet girlfriend.
2. I’d like to be a porn star.
3. I’m hooked on Desperate Housewives.
Three physical things about the opposite/same sex that appeal to you: )
1. Light eyes with dark hair. ie: blue eyes w/ black hair.
2. Pretty butt.
3. Red hair.
(Only 3 choices sucks!)
Three things you just can't do:
1. Be serious for very long.
2. Gay sex.
3. Drink after people. (Same as J. Yuck!)
Three of your favorite hobbies:
1. Yankee Baseball
2. Drawing/painting
3. Sex
Three careers you're considering:
1. Artist
2. Janitor at Yankee Stadium. (With aspirations to be the Hot Dog guy.)
3. Casanova.
Three places you want to go on vacation:
1. Greece
2. Ireland
3. The Grand Canyon
Three kids names (boy or girl):
1. Allison Marie
2. Angelina Carmella (I know someone with this name. She is pure Italian.)
3. Samantha Gwen
(Isn’t it a good thing I never had kids?)
Three things you want to do before you die:
1. Visit Niagara Falls with a sweetie. (Sandy?)
2. Write a great song.
3. Be at a World Series game in Yankee Stadium.
List three people who have to take this quiz now:
1. Meritt (Because I’m curious!)
2. Egg-He (Because we need to know more.)
3. Karen (The Cap’n can pass it on to the crew.)
(I’d like Peachy or Ian to do it too, but I don’t think they would.)
Three names you go by:
1. Bob
2. Bobby
3. Robert
Three screen names you have:
1. Yankeebob
2. Bobby Luv
3. GL69
Three things you like about yourself:
1. My sense of humor.
2. Blue eyes
3. Artistic ability.
Three things you hate/dislike about yourself:
1. I’m rarely satisfied with life.
2. My face shows every thought and emotion. I usually can’t hide too much.
3. I’m easily bored.
Three parts of your heritage:
1.Irish
2. Italian
3.German
Three things that scare you:
1. Drowning. (That’s my biggest fear.)
2. Never finding ‘the place’ where I’m comfortable.
3. The Yankees losing. (Any game.)
Three of your everyday essentials:
1. Coffee, especially Starbuck’s.
2. Alone/quiet time.
3. Yankee baseball, in some form.
Three things I am wearing right now:
”.. uhhh.. what if I'm nude?” (Left that quote in from J.)
1. My favorite Yankee sweatshirt.
2. Bronx Bombers T-shirt.
3. Lucky 4 leaf clover on a chain. (I’ve worn it since high school.)
Three of your fave bands/artists (today):
1. Sheryl Crow
2. Eric Clapton
3. Dean Martin
Three of your fave songs at present:
1. Time Stand Still (Rush)
2. Conferring With The Moon (William Ackerman)
3. Love Is A Good Thing (Sheryl Crow)
Three new things you want to try in the upcoming year:
1. Gambling in Vegas.
2. A career as a gigolo.
3. To get to Yankee Stadium more than once.
Three things you want in a relationship (love is a given):
1. A woman who appreciates kinky sex. (Just wanted to see if you are paying attention.)
2. Humor, and lots of it.
3. The ability to stay ‘me’.
Two truths and a lie: (I changed this from the original, you have to guess which is the lie.)
1. I have an internet girlfriend.
2. I’d like to be a porn star.
3. I’m hooked on Desperate Housewives.
Three physical things about the opposite/same sex that appeal to you: )
1. Light eyes with dark hair. ie: blue eyes w/ black hair.
2. Pretty butt.
3. Red hair.
(Only 3 choices sucks!)
Three things you just can't do:
1. Be serious for very long.
2. Gay sex.
3. Drink after people. (Same as J. Yuck!)
Three of your favorite hobbies:
1. Yankee Baseball
2. Drawing/painting
3. Sex
Three careers you're considering:
1. Artist
2. Janitor at Yankee Stadium. (With aspirations to be the Hot Dog guy.)
3. Casanova.
Three places you want to go on vacation:
1. Greece
2. Ireland
3. The Grand Canyon
Three kids names (boy or girl):
1. Allison Marie
2. Angelina Carmella (I know someone with this name. She is pure Italian.)
3. Samantha Gwen
(Isn’t it a good thing I never had kids?)
Three things you want to do before you die:
1. Visit Niagara Falls with a sweetie. (Sandy?)
2. Write a great song.
3. Be at a World Series game in Yankee Stadium.
List three people who have to take this quiz now:
1. Meritt (Because I’m curious!)
2. Egg-He (Because we need to know more.)
3. Karen (The Cap’n can pass it on to the crew.)
(I’d like Peachy or Ian to do it too, but I don’t think they would.)
Friday, December 31, 2004
HAPPY NEW YEAR!!!
Yankeebob will be incognito for this evening and probably most of tomorrow. I've been trying to catch up with everyone, but I haven't been able to.
At any rate, I want to wish all my blogger friends and anyone else who stops by, a very Happy and Safe New Years.
See ya in 2005!
At any rate, I want to wish all my blogger friends and anyone else who stops by, a very Happy and Safe New Years.
See ya in 2005!
The Year In Review
I’ve noticed a bunch of ‘Year in Review’ posts recently. Here are some things I remember about the past year. (Maybe I’ll do a more personal one tomorrow. Or the next day. Maybe.)
Janet Jackson started it off with a bang, or should I say a boob? And that weiner Justin Timberlake came up with “Wardrobe Malfunction”. A new term for “I really planned this but I’m trying to cover it up”. I’m not opposed to nudity, but in a situation where so many kids are watching, that was wrong. Kids have enough things to confuse them these days. They didn’t need that.
It was an Election Year. Probably the most contentious election I remember. I still don’t think it was ever clear as to what the candidates stood for, especially Kerry. The mud slinging took center stage. Bush can probably thank dopes like Michael Moore for his win. Maybe he was actually on the Bush payroll?
The Yankees had a great year. I learned that I could still live after they lost to boston. (Small b on purpose.) It hurts still, but the season was still a great one. Their pitching weakness finally caught up to them, as did the Cardinals’ weak pitching staff.
The Sunami. The biggest story of the year, by far. So far, over 120,000 people lost. Untold destruction. God help those people. This story puts everything into perspective, or at least it should. Tomorrow is never promised to us. We need to appreciate every minute we are allowed.
Kobe Bryant got off. I guess this was expected, whether he was guilty or not.
Scott Peterson got the death penalty. Personally, I think they can’t kill him soon enough. This has sparked off a flurry of death penalty pro/con discussions. I believe that when someone voluntarily murders a person, takes away their right to live, they have decided that they are no longer a part of the human race. They have become one of the animal kingdom. And you don’t murder animals, you kill them. They can’t kill him soon enough.
Hockey is on strike. (Sorry Mel & J) I’m not a fan, but in reading the reasons, it sounds like the players want no salary cap, but the owners say they need one to stay in business. Take a lesson from Football boys, where it has helped. Take a lesson from Baseball, where the money rules. It’s better to still have a sport than to lose it completely because of greed.
Blogger became huge! Blogging has become so big that it has begun to surpass mainstream media for news. There are no restrictions when blogging. I found it this year and have become hooked. I’ve made many friends in places I probably won’t ever get to see first hand. It’s been the most fun thing I’ve found this year. (That and Apple Jacks with marshmallows.)
Iraq, the black hole for American money. What else needs to be said about that mess? We need to resolve whatever the true reasons were that we went in there and get our people home. God bless them.
Sandra Bullock has a new love. She just hasn’t figured out that she wants me yet. Oh well, tomorrow starts another year. Who knows?
Janet Jackson started it off with a bang, or should I say a boob? And that weiner Justin Timberlake came up with “Wardrobe Malfunction”. A new term for “I really planned this but I’m trying to cover it up”. I’m not opposed to nudity, but in a situation where so many kids are watching, that was wrong. Kids have enough things to confuse them these days. They didn’t need that.
It was an Election Year. Probably the most contentious election I remember. I still don’t think it was ever clear as to what the candidates stood for, especially Kerry. The mud slinging took center stage. Bush can probably thank dopes like Michael Moore for his win. Maybe he was actually on the Bush payroll?
The Yankees had a great year. I learned that I could still live after they lost to boston. (Small b on purpose.) It hurts still, but the season was still a great one. Their pitching weakness finally caught up to them, as did the Cardinals’ weak pitching staff.
The Sunami. The biggest story of the year, by far. So far, over 120,000 people lost. Untold destruction. God help those people. This story puts everything into perspective, or at least it should. Tomorrow is never promised to us. We need to appreciate every minute we are allowed.
Kobe Bryant got off. I guess this was expected, whether he was guilty or not.
Scott Peterson got the death penalty. Personally, I think they can’t kill him soon enough. This has sparked off a flurry of death penalty pro/con discussions. I believe that when someone voluntarily murders a person, takes away their right to live, they have decided that they are no longer a part of the human race. They have become one of the animal kingdom. And you don’t murder animals, you kill them. They can’t kill him soon enough.
Hockey is on strike. (Sorry Mel & J) I’m not a fan, but in reading the reasons, it sounds like the players want no salary cap, but the owners say they need one to stay in business. Take a lesson from Football boys, where it has helped. Take a lesson from Baseball, where the money rules. It’s better to still have a sport than to lose it completely because of greed.
Blogger became huge! Blogging has become so big that it has begun to surpass mainstream media for news. There are no restrictions when blogging. I found it this year and have become hooked. I’ve made many friends in places I probably won’t ever get to see first hand. It’s been the most fun thing I’ve found this year. (That and Apple Jacks with marshmallows.)
Iraq, the black hole for American money. What else needs to be said about that mess? We need to resolve whatever the true reasons were that we went in there and get our people home. God bless them.
Sandra Bullock has a new love. She just hasn’t figured out that she wants me yet. Oh well, tomorrow starts another year. Who knows?
Thursday, December 30, 2004
More Answers To Questions
OK, the final installment to your questions. For those of you on vacation wondering where this all came from, this is where:
I snatched this from El Sid. This looks like it could be interesting. (Originally posted 12/26/04)
(A) First, recommend to me:
1. a movie
2. a book
3. a musical artist, song, or album
(B) Ask me three questions, no more, no less. Ask me anything you want. Answers will be posted next week--great time for strangers to say hi.
(C) Then go back to your blog, copy and paste this allowing your friends to ask you anything; say that you stole it from me.
We'll see where it goes.
(If you haven't added to this thread, feel free to do so.)
John's questions:
1b. What is your name? You know this one John. "Robert Preston".
2b. What is your quest? To build the perfect mousetrap. Failing that, I want to continue to put all the crap from my past behind me and see where it all leads. No specific goal or quest comes to mind other than that.
3b. What is...... your favorite color? The color of my blood, Yankee blue. (I really like Orange too.)
Nina's questions:
Q1: What do you think makes you unique? I think my ability to adapt to almost anything thrown at me. I don't have trouble finding a way to deal with most any situation. I'm not a panic person or a worrier at all.
Q2: Whose blog are you utterly obsessed with? Well, this is a tough one. More and more I think I'd have to say my own. I always want to improve it. But I love so many. Everyone has such a unique perspective on life. My links list keeps growing because I try to keep up with so many. Some that are linked have links to others that I check out regularly, like yours is linked to Michael's. It's very habit forming.
Q3: If you had to leave the US never to return where would you move and why? I would move to Ireland. There's something about the Irish I really feel close to. My family has very strong Irish ties and I'd love to go there and track down some long lost family.
I snatched this from El Sid. This looks like it could be interesting. (Originally posted 12/26/04)
(A) First, recommend to me:
1. a movie
2. a book
3. a musical artist, song, or album
(B) Ask me three questions, no more, no less. Ask me anything you want. Answers will be posted next week--great time for strangers to say hi.
(C) Then go back to your blog, copy and paste this allowing your friends to ask you anything; say that you stole it from me.
We'll see where it goes.
(If you haven't added to this thread, feel free to do so.)
John's questions:
1b. What is your name? You know this one John. "Robert Preston".
2b. What is your quest? To build the perfect mousetrap. Failing that, I want to continue to put all the crap from my past behind me and see where it all leads. No specific goal or quest comes to mind other than that.
3b. What is...... your favorite color? The color of my blood, Yankee blue. (I really like Orange too.)
Nina's questions:
Q1: What do you think makes you unique? I think my ability to adapt to almost anything thrown at me. I don't have trouble finding a way to deal with most any situation. I'm not a panic person or a worrier at all.
Q2: Whose blog are you utterly obsessed with? Well, this is a tough one. More and more I think I'd have to say my own. I always want to improve it. But I love so many. Everyone has such a unique perspective on life. My links list keeps growing because I try to keep up with so many. Some that are linked have links to others that I check out regularly, like yours is linked to Michael's. It's very habit forming.
Q3: If you had to leave the US never to return where would you move and why? I would move to Ireland. There's something about the Irish I really feel close to. My family has very strong Irish ties and I'd love to go there and track down some long lost family.
Wednesday, December 29, 2004
Answers To Your Questions
Some more answers to your questions. I'll finish the remainder later today.
J's questions:
1. Do you speak a foriegn language at all? I speak a little Spanish. I had 4 years of studying it in high school, but I've managed to forget most of it.
2. What's your wife's pet name that you call her? Actually, any time you see me mention Nicci in a post, you've seen it. That is her pet name. Her real name is pretty unusual and I prefer not to publish it to keep her anonymity.
3. Have you ever played frisbee golf? Nope, and what I do on the real golf course can only be loosely called golf.
Karen's questions:
1. Were you ever tempted to become an Orioles fan? Never! After the red sux, the O's are the next most hated enemy. Although I have been known to follow ex-Yankees with other teams a la Tino with the Cards and Devil-Rays. I like when they win, as long as they aren't playing the Yanks.
2. If you could live anywhere outside of where you are now, where would it be? New York City. Downtown Manhattan. This is a dream I've had for a long time. I might find that I don't want to stay, but I really want to give it a try.
3. While living as The Highwayman, do you ever sing in the car? The Highwayman, not unlike other super-heroes, has an incredible singing voice that he uses quite a bit. His alter-ego, semi-mild mannered Yankeebob, also likes to sing in the car, but only when he is alone.
Grace's questions:
b1. have you ever beaten the shit out of a red sox fan? In my mind, many times. In reality, I think I'd get my ass kicked more than I'd be able to kick ass, so I try to avoid that kind of thing. It's more likely that I would end up pounding an Orioles fan though. I think I'd like it.
b2. how many women have you slept with? 27, that I can remember.
b3. how many times a week is too much? (you can make your own assumptions here) Let's see, for work, 2 times a week is too much. For the Yankees to win, it's never too much. For sex, 4-5 times is enough. (I'm getting old.)
Shannon's questions:
2a. What was your biggest dream as a little kid? The one that I can remember is wanting to play shortstop for the Yankees and win a World Series game by making a spectacular diving catch behind second base.
2b. Who was your first childhood hero (baseball, or otherwise)? My Uncle. He was the Fire Chief of my hometown for many years and everyone looked up to him. He's still my hero and I still look up to him. He's a great guy.
2c. Who is the most important person in your life right now? Currently, my wife Nicci.
J's questions:
1. Do you speak a foriegn language at all? I speak a little Spanish. I had 4 years of studying it in high school, but I've managed to forget most of it.
2. What's your wife's pet name that you call her? Actually, any time you see me mention Nicci in a post, you've seen it. That is her pet name. Her real name is pretty unusual and I prefer not to publish it to keep her anonymity.
3. Have you ever played frisbee golf? Nope, and what I do on the real golf course can only be loosely called golf.
Karen's questions:
1. Were you ever tempted to become an Orioles fan? Never! After the red sux, the O's are the next most hated enemy. Although I have been known to follow ex-Yankees with other teams a la Tino with the Cards and Devil-Rays. I like when they win, as long as they aren't playing the Yanks.
2. If you could live anywhere outside of where you are now, where would it be? New York City. Downtown Manhattan. This is a dream I've had for a long time. I might find that I don't want to stay, but I really want to give it a try.
3. While living as The Highwayman, do you ever sing in the car? The Highwayman, not unlike other super-heroes, has an incredible singing voice that he uses quite a bit. His alter-ego, semi-mild mannered Yankeebob, also likes to sing in the car, but only when he is alone.
Grace's questions:
b1. have you ever beaten the shit out of a red sox fan? In my mind, many times. In reality, I think I'd get my ass kicked more than I'd be able to kick ass, so I try to avoid that kind of thing. It's more likely that I would end up pounding an Orioles fan though. I think I'd like it.
b2. how many women have you slept with? 27, that I can remember.
b3. how many times a week is too much? (you can make your own assumptions here) Let's see, for work, 2 times a week is too much. For the Yankees to win, it's never too much. For sex, 4-5 times is enough. (I'm getting old.)
Shannon's questions:
2a. What was your biggest dream as a little kid? The one that I can remember is wanting to play shortstop for the Yankees and win a World Series game by making a spectacular diving catch behind second base.
2b. Who was your first childhood hero (baseball, or otherwise)? My Uncle. He was the Fire Chief of my hometown for many years and everyone looked up to him. He's still my hero and I still look up to him. He's a great guy.
2c. Who is the most important person in your life right now? Currently, my wife Nicci.
How Jedi Are You?
I got this from Autumn. I guess I'm not a Jedi at all. Oh well. At least I get the girl.
:: how jedi are you? ::
:: how jedi are you? ::
Latest Poll Results
These are the latest Poll results. I guess this could have been anticipated. The new Poll is posted on the right sidebar.
What’s your favorite part of the Christmas Season?
Votes
Visiting with family 6% 1
Visiting with friends 0% 0
Getting presents 0% 0
Giving presents 19% 3
Christmas Carols (any seasonal music) 0% 0
The food 6% 1
The sales (before & after Christmas) 0% 0
Traveling 0% 0
Being off work 0% 0
All of the above - or at least a combination of several 69% 11
16 votes total
What’s your favorite part of the Christmas Season?
Votes
Visiting with family 6% 1
Visiting with friends 0% 0
Getting presents 0% 0
Giving presents 19% 3
Christmas Carols (any seasonal music) 0% 0
The food 6% 1
The sales (before & after Christmas) 0% 0
Traveling 0% 0
Being off work 0% 0
All of the above - or at least a combination of several 69% 11
16 votes total
Tuesday, December 28, 2004
Questions? - Answers
Thanks for all the great recommendations from everyone. I'm making a list. At least this new year will have some new entertainment possibilities in it.
OK, I'm going to have to tackle some of these questions. They are piling up. In order of appearance.....
Summer's questions:
What did you dream last night? I dreamed that I won the lottery and went out immediately to find a 1963 Chevy Impala SS convertible, but all I found was some funny looking VW type thing. Sad.
If you could look like any person, who would it be? I'd like to look like Brad Pitt. I'm not gay, but that guy is hot looking!
If you could change your name, what would you change it to? Something cool like Buck Naked. ;) Seriously, this is a tough one. I like few guy names. Maybe something unusual like Rupert. My name is so boring I could see me doing that.
Peachy's questions:
1.What is your favorite board game? Axis & Allies
2.Where is the coolest place you've been? Yankee Stadium, of course! Next would be Copenhagen Denmark. It's a great city.
3.How old do you want to be when you die (ok, a little morbid, but still)? I think I'd like to make it to 100. I really look forward to being a dirty old man.
Lars' questions:
1.) How old are you? Physically I'm 41, mentally I'm 67, emotionally I'm... ???
2.) What's your greatest disappointment? Game #7 of the 2001 World Series, easily my biggest heartbreak. Personally, the fact that I quit Art School for stupid reasons.
3.) If you could do one other career that you've never done, what would it be? I'd love to play 2nd base for the New York Yankees. That's a tough one, so to simplify, I'd love to have finished school and become an artist. Portraits of people, specifically.
CL's questions:
1. Who inspired you to start a blog? Karen of 'Complete and Total Bisch'. I followed her's for a year before deciding to leave a comment. When I did the registration thing, I decided to try a blog on my own.
2. Are you a grudge-holder? Definitely. I'm a sneaky one too. Sometimes you can't tell for some time.
3. Have you ever seen a ghost? At the risk of sounding weird, yes. My friend and I were staying at someones house, a very old place, and we both saw some kind of glowing form walking through the bedroom. When it went by the light, the light came on and it disappeared. I'm not making this up.
Evile's questions:
1. what was the first movie you remember seeing in the theatre as a child? Moby Dick with my younger brother.
2. do you ever have trouble spelling really simple words? like for a long time i couldn't ever spell "tongue" right. you have that problem? Yep. Sometimes I still mess up the i before e thing. And for some reason, I mess up people's names regularly.
3. have you ever had sex that was so incredible it made you cry? Yes, for good and bad reasons. Bad because it was a last fling before never being able to see the woman again. Good because it was the most amazing physical thing I'd ever experienced. (Sorry, modesty doesn't allow for details here.)
OK, that's half of the questions. I'll tackle the rest of them tomorrow, or maybe the next day depending on the time I have.
OK, I'm going to have to tackle some of these questions. They are piling up. In order of appearance.....
Summer's questions:
What did you dream last night? I dreamed that I won the lottery and went out immediately to find a 1963 Chevy Impala SS convertible, but all I found was some funny looking VW type thing. Sad.
If you could look like any person, who would it be? I'd like to look like Brad Pitt. I'm not gay, but that guy is hot looking!
If you could change your name, what would you change it to? Something cool like Buck Naked. ;) Seriously, this is a tough one. I like few guy names. Maybe something unusual like Rupert. My name is so boring I could see me doing that.
Peachy's questions:
1.What is your favorite board game? Axis & Allies
2.Where is the coolest place you've been? Yankee Stadium, of course! Next would be Copenhagen Denmark. It's a great city.
3.How old do you want to be when you die (ok, a little morbid, but still)? I think I'd like to make it to 100. I really look forward to being a dirty old man.
Lars' questions:
1.) How old are you? Physically I'm 41, mentally I'm 67, emotionally I'm... ???
2.) What's your greatest disappointment? Game #7 of the 2001 World Series, easily my biggest heartbreak. Personally, the fact that I quit Art School for stupid reasons.
3.) If you could do one other career that you've never done, what would it be? I'd love to play 2nd base for the New York Yankees. That's a tough one, so to simplify, I'd love to have finished school and become an artist. Portraits of people, specifically.
CL's questions:
1. Who inspired you to start a blog? Karen of 'Complete and Total Bisch'. I followed her's for a year before deciding to leave a comment. When I did the registration thing, I decided to try a blog on my own.
2. Are you a grudge-holder? Definitely. I'm a sneaky one too. Sometimes you can't tell for some time.
3. Have you ever seen a ghost? At the risk of sounding weird, yes. My friend and I were staying at someones house, a very old place, and we both saw some kind of glowing form walking through the bedroom. When it went by the light, the light came on and it disappeared. I'm not making this up.
Evile's questions:
1. what was the first movie you remember seeing in the theatre as a child? Moby Dick with my younger brother.
2. do you ever have trouble spelling really simple words? like for a long time i couldn't ever spell "tongue" right. you have that problem? Yep. Sometimes I still mess up the i before e thing. And for some reason, I mess up people's names regularly.
3. have you ever had sex that was so incredible it made you cry? Yes, for good and bad reasons. Bad because it was a last fling before never being able to see the woman again. Good because it was the most amazing physical thing I'd ever experienced. (Sorry, modesty doesn't allow for details here.)
OK, that's half of the questions. I'll tackle the rest of them tomorrow, or maybe the next day depending on the time I have.
Sunday, December 26, 2004
Community Involvement (Blogger Community, That Is)
I snatched this from El Sid. This looks like it could be interesting.
(A) First, recommend to me:
1. a movie
2. a book
3. a musical artist, song, or album
(B) Ask me three questions, no more, no less. Ask me anything you want. Answers will be posted next week--great time for strangers to say hi.
(C) Then go back to your blog, copy and paste this allowing your friends to ask you anything; say that you stole it from me.
We'll see where it goes.
(A) First, recommend to me:
1. a movie
2. a book
3. a musical artist, song, or album
(B) Ask me three questions, no more, no less. Ask me anything you want. Answers will be posted next week--great time for strangers to say hi.
(C) Then go back to your blog, copy and paste this allowing your friends to ask you anything; say that you stole it from me.
We'll see where it goes.
I Want Another Vacation
Well, my weeklong Christmas vacation is now over. Back to work tomorrow. I don’t even feel like I had a week off really. Every day turned into one long errand running nightmare. Oh well, that’ll teach me. Next year I’ll take the week after Christmas off. No, I’m not complaining. I wasn’t working at my job all week. But it was still like work.
Getting past those tears, I just finished watching one of my Christmas gifts. I, Robot. I wanted this movie for 2 reasons. #1. I really like Isaac Azimov’s writing. The book is great. 2. Anything Will Smith does is worth checking out. He’s one of my all time favorites.
I thought it was great. The whole movie kept my attention throughout. I just have one question; when did Will Smith become an Arnold wannabe? I was shocked when he took off his shirt! He has been working out, to be sure. Sheesh! So much for the Fresh Prince, skinny boy stage of life. But check out the flick if you haven’t already. It’s worth a view.
I have another question. (I have the TV on and that’s why I just noticed this.) Who the flock is Star Jones? And why is she constantly on commercials for red carpet stuff? I have no clue who this is, plus I thought Joan Rivers did all that red carpet crap. Maybe I’m out of touch or something, but this person seems awfully obnoxious and I wonder where she came from. A singer or something?
Whatever. I hope everyone’s Christmas was great. I’ll be checking in tomorrow from work. The bright part of that is I’ll probably be able to keep up with everyone. This week sure didn’t go like I thought it would.
Merry day after Christmas.
Getting past those tears, I just finished watching one of my Christmas gifts. I, Robot. I wanted this movie for 2 reasons. #1. I really like Isaac Azimov’s writing. The book is great. 2. Anything Will Smith does is worth checking out. He’s one of my all time favorites.
I thought it was great. The whole movie kept my attention throughout. I just have one question; when did Will Smith become an Arnold wannabe? I was shocked when he took off his shirt! He has been working out, to be sure. Sheesh! So much for the Fresh Prince, skinny boy stage of life. But check out the flick if you haven’t already. It’s worth a view.
I have another question. (I have the TV on and that’s why I just noticed this.) Who the flock is Star Jones? And why is she constantly on commercials for red carpet stuff? I have no clue who this is, plus I thought Joan Rivers did all that red carpet crap. Maybe I’m out of touch or something, but this person seems awfully obnoxious and I wonder where she came from. A singer or something?
Whatever. I hope everyone’s Christmas was great. I’ll be checking in tomorrow from work. The bright part of that is I’ll probably be able to keep up with everyone. This week sure didn’t go like I thought it would.
Merry day after Christmas.
Saturday, December 25, 2004
A Personal Christmas Memory
The ‘A Christmas Story’ marathon is on again this year on TBS. Every time I see A Christmas Story is on, I have to make sure I catch the part where Ralphie’s Dad gives him the Red Ryder Rifle. That part gets me every time. It reminds me of one of my favorite Christmas memories.
I once had a Christmas present just like Ralphie in A Christmas Story. It was a football.
I know that doesn’t sound like a big thing, but when I was 11, in my neighborhood, it was huge. I was into Baseball and Football heavily back then and to not have my own football was horrible.
We weren’t well off then. Actually we were very poor. My Dad was only a couple of years from being dead (booze) and my Mom was essentially trying to make it on her own with 4 kids. It had to suck for her.
Anyway, no matter who asked me that year, all I ever said I wanted for Christmas was my own football. Nothing else ever came out of my mouth. Just a football.
Looking back, I believe I would have been just fine if I had gotten just a football. I didn’t even think about anything else. I remember every night checking out all the loot beneath the tree, feeling up all the stuff, trying to find the one true object of my desire. Never did it show. As Christmas got closer and closer I got more and more anxious. I just knew I had to get one. I was just like Ralphie, stressing out over this one thing in all the world that would make me happy.
Well, on Christmas morning, as we ripped open all the presents, my spirits got lower and lower. After all was said and done, I had no football. I was so bummed. My Dad asked me if I got everything I wanted. I never saw the childlike gleam in his eye as I glumly answered “Almost.” I didn’t want to seem ungrateful, but I was very sad.
Then my Dad started looking toward the small couch. He was exaggerating his movements so I would notice him looking. After a few minutes I asked him what he was doing and he said, “Hmm, I think someone missed one. Isn’t that a present still wrapped up?” I looked but, of course, I saw nothing. He kept egging me on until I went and found a package shoved behind the couch. And it had my name on it! I couldn’t stand the suspense and began ripping the paper like a mad person. And there it was, my very own genuine, official league football! It was so awesome I could have cried. The best part was the look on my Dad’s face. He was always just one small step from still being a kid. Especially at Christmas.
He even decided we should go outside and break it in together, right away. That year was a cold one. I remember being outside with my Dad and the greatest gift I’d ever received, freezing to death, but loving every second. We couldn’t take it too long, maybe 15 minutes or so, but that football had been broken in just right. My Dad and I freezing together for that short period of time is one of the fondest memories I have of him.
Every time I see the scene where Ralphie’s Dad gets so excited seeing Ralphie unwrapping the Daisy Red Ryder, I think of my Dad. I find it ironic that a movie scene is so much like one of my fondest personal memories. But I do enjoy reliving it over and over again.
I once had a Christmas present just like Ralphie in A Christmas Story. It was a football.
I know that doesn’t sound like a big thing, but when I was 11, in my neighborhood, it was huge. I was into Baseball and Football heavily back then and to not have my own football was horrible.
We weren’t well off then. Actually we were very poor. My Dad was only a couple of years from being dead (booze) and my Mom was essentially trying to make it on her own with 4 kids. It had to suck for her.
Anyway, no matter who asked me that year, all I ever said I wanted for Christmas was my own football. Nothing else ever came out of my mouth. Just a football.
Looking back, I believe I would have been just fine if I had gotten just a football. I didn’t even think about anything else. I remember every night checking out all the loot beneath the tree, feeling up all the stuff, trying to find the one true object of my desire. Never did it show. As Christmas got closer and closer I got more and more anxious. I just knew I had to get one. I was just like Ralphie, stressing out over this one thing in all the world that would make me happy.
Well, on Christmas morning, as we ripped open all the presents, my spirits got lower and lower. After all was said and done, I had no football. I was so bummed. My Dad asked me if I got everything I wanted. I never saw the childlike gleam in his eye as I glumly answered “Almost.” I didn’t want to seem ungrateful, but I was very sad.
Then my Dad started looking toward the small couch. He was exaggerating his movements so I would notice him looking. After a few minutes I asked him what he was doing and he said, “Hmm, I think someone missed one. Isn’t that a present still wrapped up?” I looked but, of course, I saw nothing. He kept egging me on until I went and found a package shoved behind the couch. And it had my name on it! I couldn’t stand the suspense and began ripping the paper like a mad person. And there it was, my very own genuine, official league football! It was so awesome I could have cried. The best part was the look on my Dad’s face. He was always just one small step from still being a kid. Especially at Christmas.
He even decided we should go outside and break it in together, right away. That year was a cold one. I remember being outside with my Dad and the greatest gift I’d ever received, freezing to death, but loving every second. We couldn’t take it too long, maybe 15 minutes or so, but that football had been broken in just right. My Dad and I freezing together for that short period of time is one of the fondest memories I have of him.
Every time I see the scene where Ralphie’s Dad gets so excited seeing Ralphie unwrapping the Daisy Red Ryder, I think of my Dad. I find it ironic that a movie scene is so much like one of my fondest personal memories. But I do enjoy reliving it over and over again.
Friday, December 24, 2004
Christmas Wishes
OK, I've been trying to get to all of my blogger friends blogs to wish them a Merry Christmas, but I've managed to lose track. This has been a hard week for keeping up with everyone and I'm still behind.
So, if I've missed anyone who I normally would visit, it is not intentional. I apologize for the oversight.
To all my blogger friends and anyone else who may stumble by tonight;
Merry Christmas!!! Merry Christmas!!! Merry Christmas!!!
God Bless & Good Night.
So, if I've missed anyone who I normally would visit, it is not intentional. I apologize for the oversight.
To all my blogger friends and anyone else who may stumble by tonight;
Merry Christmas!!! Merry Christmas!!! Merry Christmas!!!
God Bless & Good Night.
Good Morning From Starbuck's
Well good morning everyone. Happy Christmas Eve to all.
I just had another successful venture to Starbuck’s. This time they forgot to charge me for a venti latte, (that’s the big one) but I caught them in time. I did end up paying for it, but my lucky streak at Starbuck’s is still intact.
Not to mention that a very attractive young lady who works there was being the hostess and was setting up the displays. Every time she knelt down to get something from her cabinet shelves, her low rider slacks went way down in the back and a pretty pink, shiny thong was exposed. Very exposed. Way down exposed.
Ok, I’m a guy. I liked the view, but I like her too so I casually mentioned it to her. I wasn’t sure what to say and felt a little shy about bringing it up, but I thought maybe she didn’t know. She was embarrassed and thanked me a lot. She kept kneeling down to test what I had told her, looking over her shoulder trying to see what was happening back there. That in itself was enough to raise the heart rate. Finally she decided that it was too much of a show and put a wrap around apron on so it wouldn’t happen again. While I waited she came over and said to me, “That was a Christmas present for you.”
Gee, I like Christmas presents!
So, needless to say, I’m still on a big winning streak at Starbuck’s, the day has started out quite well and I’m ready for some more serious Christmas cheer!
Happy Christmas Eve everyone.
I just had another successful venture to Starbuck’s. This time they forgot to charge me for a venti latte, (that’s the big one) but I caught them in time. I did end up paying for it, but my lucky streak at Starbuck’s is still intact.
Not to mention that a very attractive young lady who works there was being the hostess and was setting up the displays. Every time she knelt down to get something from her cabinet shelves, her low rider slacks went way down in the back and a pretty pink, shiny thong was exposed. Very exposed. Way down exposed.
Ok, I’m a guy. I liked the view, but I like her too so I casually mentioned it to her. I wasn’t sure what to say and felt a little shy about bringing it up, but I thought maybe she didn’t know. She was embarrassed and thanked me a lot. She kept kneeling down to test what I had told her, looking over her shoulder trying to see what was happening back there. That in itself was enough to raise the heart rate. Finally she decided that it was too much of a show and put a wrap around apron on so it wouldn’t happen again. While I waited she came over and said to me, “That was a Christmas present for you.”
Gee, I like Christmas presents!
So, needless to say, I’m still on a big winning streak at Starbuck’s, the day has started out quite well and I’m ready for some more serious Christmas cheer!
Happy Christmas Eve everyone.
Thursday, December 23, 2004
Googlism, Yeah I Finally Got Around To It
I had to delete a lot of these. Bob is a common name, after all. I'll try a different variation later.
bob is dead; long live bob - I hope.
bob is a politcal prisoner - of love
bob is king - of the Pepsi cooler
bob is slinging out a new life - this sounds cool
bob is confused - usually
bob is mel's husband - Who knew? Mel, I didn't tell anyone.
bob is available for educational speaking engagements - as soon as I get me some education
bob is back in the ball game - at second base, I hope
bob is sick? please help
bob is cool - as if you ahd to be told
bob is proud to announce - that uuhmm... something
bob is stupid - what's that mean?
bob is an atheist - not quite
bob is a swell guy - aww, shucks
bob is whack? - this is a question?
bob is well known on alt - what's alt?
bob is hott - well duh!
bob is getting a divorce - someone better tell the missus
bob is a movie about a mans struggle to find out who he - What struggle?
bob is really going to enjoy the march - The thousand Mom march.
bob is a moron - at times
bob is the machine - the sex machine
bob is love - Awww!
bob is #1 by kirkstir - thanks kirkstir
bob is scheduled to start at 5 - I've already started
bob is an idiot - at times
bob is important to me - cool. Who are you?
bob is maximum bad - Just try me!
bob is cool i like bob - Me too. Oh, thats me.
bob is an original cartoon character - he's a cute one too.
bob is forever cooler - than you
bob is swweet - lemme tell ya!
bob is a proud member of the association for josta saving - Yep, what's a josta?
bob is getting ready for a long day of fishing - no way. That won't happen.
bob is expanding - I need a diet
bob is in bloom - how pretty
bob is my hero - OK, that's more like it.
bob is 100% right - 100% of the time
bob is the one with three long tentacles - and no need of viagra
bob is cool - you already knew this
bob is a swell guy - aw, shucks!
bob is mel's husband - I swear I didn't say anything!
bob is an ineligible bachelor - how is that possible?
bob is going to the big apple - where the Yankees rule!
bob is king - of your heart
bob is an inspiration - to everyone
bob is the coolest member of pavement - concrete cranium, that's me.
bob is ready product # - I'm ready all right, but what's the number
bob is on vacation - permanent vacation
bob is an eskimo who lives with his friend alfozno in the arctic - me and the Fonz are chillin!
bob is a great and versitle actor - if I'm so good, how can you tell I'm acting?
bob is dead; long live bob - I hope.
bob is a politcal prisoner - of love
bob is king - of the Pepsi cooler
bob is slinging out a new life - this sounds cool
bob is confused - usually
bob is mel's husband - Who knew? Mel, I didn't tell anyone.
bob is available for educational speaking engagements - as soon as I get me some education
bob is back in the ball game - at second base, I hope
bob is sick? please help
bob is cool - as if you ahd to be told
bob is proud to announce - that uuhmm... something
bob is stupid - what's that mean?
bob is an atheist - not quite
bob is a swell guy - aww, shucks
bob is whack? - this is a question?
bob is well known on alt - what's alt?
bob is hott - well duh!
bob is getting a divorce - someone better tell the missus
bob is a movie about a mans struggle to find out who he - What struggle?
bob is really going to enjoy the march - The thousand Mom march.
bob is a moron - at times
bob is the machine - the sex machine
bob is love - Awww!
bob is #1 by kirkstir - thanks kirkstir
bob is scheduled to start at 5 - I've already started
bob is an idiot - at times
bob is important to me - cool. Who are you?
bob is maximum bad - Just try me!
bob is cool i like bob - Me too. Oh, thats me.
bob is an original cartoon character - he's a cute one too.
bob is forever cooler - than you
bob is swweet - lemme tell ya!
bob is a proud member of the association for josta saving - Yep, what's a josta?
bob is getting ready for a long day of fishing - no way. That won't happen.
bob is expanding - I need a diet
bob is in bloom - how pretty
bob is my hero - OK, that's more like it.
bob is 100% right - 100% of the time
bob is the one with three long tentacles - and no need of viagra
bob is cool - you already knew this
bob is a swell guy - aw, shucks!
bob is mel's husband - I swear I didn't say anything!
bob is an ineligible bachelor - how is that possible?
bob is going to the big apple - where the Yankees rule!
bob is king - of your heart
bob is an inspiration - to everyone
bob is the coolest member of pavement - concrete cranium, that's me.
bob is ready product # - I'm ready all right, but what's the number
bob is on vacation - permanent vacation
bob is an eskimo who lives with his friend alfozno in the arctic - me and the Fonz are chillin!
bob is a great and versitle actor - if I'm so good, how can you tell I'm acting?
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