Thursday, September 13, 2012
I'm Back
Hello all,
I finally managed to remember how to log back into my blogger account. It took a while, and I really don't know how I figured it out. I'm a smart man, I guess.
Well, my daughter, S. was born in April, and she has been the light of my life. I could wax poetically about her, but I won't bore you with the details. Needless to say, I think that she's the best baby ever...what father wouldn't say such a thing?
Gotta go, because I've got a pork shoulder about to come off the Big Green Egg.
More later.
Keep on keepin' on.
Thursday, March 29, 2012
My Baby Girl Is Almost Here
Much to the extreme disappointment of my 0.16 readers out there, I have been on a hiatus from blogging. It is mainly from amnesia and laziness. 1000 apologies.
As I type this, Sweet T is sleeping, marinating our Baby Girl. She is technically due on April 1, but who knows when she will pop out. I do know that Sweet T is READY to have this baby, and I can't say that I blame her.
I am very excited to finally meet my baby girl. She will be the apple of my eye, and T. is very worried that I will not discipline her, and she may be right. I did tell T. that since we are having a girl, I will need to buy a new gun each year until she is 18... to keep the boys away. T. is OK with it. :)
I hope and pray that everything goes well with the delivery. God knows that we will need it.
Keep on keepin' on...
As I type this, Sweet T is sleeping, marinating our Baby Girl. She is technically due on April 1, but who knows when she will pop out. I do know that Sweet T is READY to have this baby, and I can't say that I blame her.
I am very excited to finally meet my baby girl. She will be the apple of my eye, and T. is very worried that I will not discipline her, and she may be right. I did tell T. that since we are having a girl, I will need to buy a new gun each year until she is 18... to keep the boys away. T. is OK with it. :)
I hope and pray that everything goes well with the delivery. God knows that we will need it.
Keep on keepin' on...
Saturday, August 27, 2011
Psuedo-live Blogging - Final Update
I like to cook. I like to bake. I like to BBQ. I don't like mean cats, but that's for a different post. So today, I have foolishly decided to BBQ/cook/bake for two separate events. The first one is for tonight, when my parents, Bubba, and Toot's Aunt K. will be coming over for dinner. The second one is for Toots' brother's birthday party, which is tomorrow evening.
Tonight's menu:
BBQ baby back ribs
BBQ chicken thighs.
Homemade pinto beans - and not the ones from the can. These are the dried ones.
Jalapeno Cheddar Cornbread - from scratch.
I'm getting adventurous. Or crazy.
For those that give a rat's booty, here is my process for smoking ribs. I started at 8:00 this morning:
Here is the rack, right out of the package.
Here is the rack with the inner membrane almost pulled off with a paper towel.
Here is the rack with the rub on it. I used Angelo's Beef Rub, from Fort Worth, TX.
Here she is with saran wrap on her.
Here is the rack all wrapped up in foil for the marinating.
Here are the pinto beans, soaking in water. They seem very happy there, don't they?
I forgot to mention what I am baking for the birthday party tomorrow. It's a Chocolate Expresso Cheesecake with Ganache. I'm not exactly sure what "ganache" means, but it has chocolate and cream, so it has to be good. Here is the recipe.. I also forgot to take pics during the mixing/baking process, but here is a picture of it, cooling in the oven. I'll get a pic when I get the ganache put on it. There is a small crack on the top of the cheesecake, but from what my previous ones looked like, this is a work of art. My previous ones had craters like the Grand Canyon, which is why I put the ganache on it.
If you have never cooked a cheesecake before, let me tell you it is a bit of work. In this recipe, you have to have a bunch of the ingredients at room temperature. I always forget to do that, so I end up having to wait for the ingredients to warm up. Tick, tock, tick, tock...
It's 11:43 A.M., and I've had a very busy morning so far. And it's only beginning...
Oh, one tip to remember if you decide to wrangle this cheesecake recipe, BE SURE TO USE A HEATPROOF BOWL WHEN MELTING THE CHOCOLATE! I learned that the hard way the last time I made this cheesecake. Let's just say that I had glass shrapnel all over the kitchen. No me gusta.
Update:
Here is my pride and joy, my Big Green Egg, which will be getting a workout today.
Apple and hickory wood chips taking a bath. I use about 60:40 apple to hickory. I soak them for about 1 hour.
Update #2 at 4:15 PM:
I realized that my post was getting pretty gay, so here is a pic of my Glock 9mm
I put the ribs on at 2:00, and here is the Egg smoking away.
The chicken thighs, getting ready to have a party in the Egg:
My cheesecake, cooling. It's right before I put on the ganache.
My finished cheesecake. It's OK to drool.
I've got the beans going strong, the thighs are on the egg, and the ribs have been soaking up the smoky goodness for over 2 hours. Mmmmm...
Final Update:
I was so excited about the food being finished, that I forgot to take pics of them before we devoured them. Here are the leftovers, and it was good eats!
Tonight's menu:
BBQ baby back ribs
BBQ chicken thighs.
Homemade pinto beans - and not the ones from the can. These are the dried ones.
Jalapeno Cheddar Cornbread - from scratch.
I'm getting adventurous. Or crazy.
For those that give a rat's booty, here is my process for smoking ribs. I started at 8:00 this morning:
Here is the rack, right out of the package.
Here is the rack with the inner membrane almost pulled off with a paper towel.
Here is the rack with the rub on it. I used Angelo's Beef Rub, from Fort Worth, TX.
Here she is with saran wrap on her.
Here is the rack all wrapped up in foil for the marinating.
Here are the pinto beans, soaking in water. They seem very happy there, don't they?
I forgot to mention what I am baking for the birthday party tomorrow. It's a Chocolate Expresso Cheesecake with Ganache. I'm not exactly sure what "ganache" means, but it has chocolate and cream, so it has to be good. Here is the recipe.. I also forgot to take pics during the mixing/baking process, but here is a picture of it, cooling in the oven. I'll get a pic when I get the ganache put on it. There is a small crack on the top of the cheesecake, but from what my previous ones looked like, this is a work of art. My previous ones had craters like the Grand Canyon, which is why I put the ganache on it.
If you have never cooked a cheesecake before, let me tell you it is a bit of work. In this recipe, you have to have a bunch of the ingredients at room temperature. I always forget to do that, so I end up having to wait for the ingredients to warm up. Tick, tock, tick, tock...
It's 11:43 A.M., and I've had a very busy morning so far. And it's only beginning...
Oh, one tip to remember if you decide to wrangle this cheesecake recipe, BE SURE TO USE A HEATPROOF BOWL WHEN MELTING THE CHOCOLATE! I learned that the hard way the last time I made this cheesecake. Let's just say that I had glass shrapnel all over the kitchen. No me gusta.
Update:
Here is my pride and joy, my Big Green Egg, which will be getting a workout today.
Apple and hickory wood chips taking a bath. I use about 60:40 apple to hickory. I soak them for about 1 hour.
Update #2 at 4:15 PM:
I realized that my post was getting pretty gay, so here is a pic of my Glock 9mm
I put the ribs on at 2:00, and here is the Egg smoking away.
The chicken thighs, getting ready to have a party in the Egg:
My cheesecake, cooling. It's right before I put on the ganache.
My finished cheesecake. It's OK to drool.
I've got the beans going strong, the thighs are on the egg, and the ribs have been soaking up the smoky goodness for over 2 hours. Mmmmm...
Final Update:
I was so excited about the food being finished, that I forgot to take pics of them before we devoured them. Here are the leftovers, and it was good eats!
Thursday, August 18, 2011
The Walls Seem to be Closing In
Our house isn't a small house, but it ain't exactly the Taj Mahal either. I am beginning to realize that with the baby coming, our house is looking MUCH smaller. Our 3/2.5 house is going to need some serious moving of the ole furniture and a redesign of things.
About 3 months ago, we got a wall o' bookshelves for our office, which was desperately needed. The other bedroom is currently a guest bedroom, with a queen sized bed in it. So now with the Little One coming, we need a nursery. So that means that something has gotta give in terms of space. We could shoehorn in the queen bed in the office, and literally have to squeeze around it to get to the computer. I don't think that is gonna work.
Toots and I are in the process of figuring out the best way to use our house. I think that it is going to involve a moving company too, or a heavily bribed brother of mine.
It's gonna be a short post today, because I've caught a case of writer's block.
Keep on keepin' on.
About 3 months ago, we got a wall o' bookshelves for our office, which was desperately needed. The other bedroom is currently a guest bedroom, with a queen sized bed in it. So now with the Little One coming, we need a nursery. So that means that something has gotta give in terms of space. We could shoehorn in the queen bed in the office, and literally have to squeeze around it to get to the computer. I don't think that is gonna work.
Toots and I are in the process of figuring out the best way to use our house. I think that it is going to involve a moving company too, or a heavily bribed brother of mine.
It's gonna be a short post today, because I've caught a case of writer's block.
Keep on keepin' on.
Thursday, August 11, 2011
I'm Back in Black
For those 1.34 former readers out there, you'll be glad to know that I actually am writing again! In my defense, sort of, I couldn't for the life of me remember what my password was to Blogger. So I would put it off for a while, and months would go by before I thought of trying to figure out what my password was.
So this morning, victory is mine! After almost 15 minutes of volleys of html links, I finally was able to reset my password. And here I am. Yippee!
Since my last post, circa 2008, not much has happened in my life. It has been pretty bland. I got married to a beautiful woman that shall be called "Toots" in this hear blog, bought a house in the 'burbs, bought a veterinary clinic, and knocked up said wife. And the last 3 events all occurred in the last 12 months. Talk about a busy year!
Toots got her first sonogram of the Little One, who at that point last week was the size of a sesame seed. As a veterinarian that has seen hundreds of horse and cattle fetuses via sonogram, I was a little unimpressed at first of our Little One. That is because all animals and people look the same at this early stage of the game. So, our Little One's sonogram pictures could be a freakin' horse for all I know. Maybe he is...*
The projected launch date of the Little One is March 31, but I am hoping for an April Fool's baby. And then the Little One would pop out 1/2 black, and Toots would say, "Little One is not yours! April Fool's!"
On second thought, I'm pulling for a March 31 shuttle launch. Speaking of launches, we have 2, count them 2, sets of couples that are going to have home births. You couldn't pay me to do that. Oh, and they are going to use cloth diapers for their babies too - and not for the money-saving part of it. I think that they want to save the world, one poo-filled cloth diaper at a time. Good luck to them!
As far as the home-delivery thing goes, I feel pretty confident that I would be fine, because after all, I've delivered plenty of babies into this world. Oh, you mean that it matters that all of the babies I've delivered were animals? Then I think that I will politely pass on the home delivery - unless the midwife comes bringing gifts of Woodford Reserve. Then I would be a-OK with it...Honey, could you pass me a glass with some ice in it - I ain't drinking this neat.
I bought the clinic in April, and it has been an interesting ride to say the least. The first week was more stressful than I ever could have imagined. But now, it's a pretty fun ride. I LOVE being my own boss. Yes, I comes with more responsibilities (like deciding on what color to paint my office, what scrubs to wear - you know, those kinds of responsibilities), but it is a heckuva lot better then being an employee. It is what I was meant to do: run my own vet clinic.
I also fulfilled a life-long dream to become a Dallas Cowboys season ticket holder. I am soooo looking forward to going to the games, tailgating, and other assorted fun, which may or may not include drinking a beer or two.
So brothers and sisters, I will be signing off now. In the future, I'll get some pictures up here and whatnot. So for now, keep on keepin' on.
* I am calling the Little One a boy.
Here is a pic, just to throw you a bone, although it has absolutely nothing to do with this post, except for the fact that Fort Worth is the greatest city...period.
So this morning, victory is mine! After almost 15 minutes of volleys of html links, I finally was able to reset my password. And here I am. Yippee!
Since my last post, circa 2008, not much has happened in my life. It has been pretty bland. I got married to a beautiful woman that shall be called "Toots" in this hear blog, bought a house in the 'burbs, bought a veterinary clinic, and knocked up said wife. And the last 3 events all occurred in the last 12 months. Talk about a busy year!
Toots got her first sonogram of the Little One, who at that point last week was the size of a sesame seed. As a veterinarian that has seen hundreds of horse and cattle fetuses via sonogram, I was a little unimpressed at first of our Little One. That is because all animals and people look the same at this early stage of the game. So, our Little One's sonogram pictures could be a freakin' horse for all I know. Maybe he is...*
The projected launch date of the Little One is March 31, but I am hoping for an April Fool's baby. And then the Little One would pop out 1/2 black, and Toots would say, "Little One is not yours! April Fool's!"
On second thought, I'm pulling for a March 31 shuttle launch. Speaking of launches, we have 2, count them 2, sets of couples that are going to have home births. You couldn't pay me to do that. Oh, and they are going to use cloth diapers for their babies too - and not for the money-saving part of it. I think that they want to save the world, one poo-filled cloth diaper at a time. Good luck to them!
As far as the home-delivery thing goes, I feel pretty confident that I would be fine, because after all, I've delivered plenty of babies into this world. Oh, you mean that it matters that all of the babies I've delivered were animals? Then I think that I will politely pass on the home delivery - unless the midwife comes bringing gifts of Woodford Reserve. Then I would be a-OK with it...Honey, could you pass me a glass with some ice in it - I ain't drinking this neat.
I bought the clinic in April, and it has been an interesting ride to say the least. The first week was more stressful than I ever could have imagined. But now, it's a pretty fun ride. I LOVE being my own boss. Yes, I comes with more responsibilities (like deciding on what color to paint my office, what scrubs to wear - you know, those kinds of responsibilities), but it is a heckuva lot better then being an employee. It is what I was meant to do: run my own vet clinic.
I also fulfilled a life-long dream to become a Dallas Cowboys season ticket holder. I am soooo looking forward to going to the games, tailgating, and other assorted fun, which may or may not include drinking a beer or two.
So brothers and sisters, I will be signing off now. In the future, I'll get some pictures up here and whatnot. So for now, keep on keepin' on.
* I am calling the Little One a boy.
Here is a pic, just to throw you a bone, although it has absolutely nothing to do with this post, except for the fact that Fort Worth is the greatest city...period.
Wednesday, August 20, 2008
Keep On Kickin'
This summer is flying by, and I haven't even been out of school for the summer. Man, I miss those days. Having 3 months off. Heck, now I can hardly imagine a week off, much less 3 months!
I went to 3 Rangers games in 2 weeks. The first two games were in 105+ heat, and the last one was in 75 degree coolness. Welcome to Texas. And the Rangers are at least keeping it interesting this year. Now I fully realize that the odds of them actually taking the Wild Card is about as likely as Big R getting a modeling gig, but a guy can at least remain interested in the games when they play .500 ball.
Sweet T and I are doing great. We are going to stay at her parents lake house for Labor Day weekend. With her parents. And her brother and sister-in-law. With 2 jet skis and a boat. And lots of beer, wine, whiskey, hookers and blow. Wait, not the hookers blow part, but with 2 jet skis and a boat, it should be a grand gala.
I'm freaking pumped for football season to start, and to start hitting some Aggie games. I can't believe that it's almost that time of year again. Didn't it just end? They say that time actually speeds up as you grow older, and I'm beginning to believe them. Hopefully the Ags can muster up a >.800 record for the season, but it's gonna be a tough one.
I'd better get back to saving the puppies and kitties.
Keep on keepin' on
I went to 3 Rangers games in 2 weeks. The first two games were in 105+ heat, and the last one was in 75 degree coolness. Welcome to Texas. And the Rangers are at least keeping it interesting this year. Now I fully realize that the odds of them actually taking the Wild Card is about as likely as Big R getting a modeling gig, but a guy can at least remain interested in the games when they play .500 ball.
Sweet T and I are doing great. We are going to stay at her parents lake house for Labor Day weekend. With her parents. And her brother and sister-in-law. With 2 jet skis and a boat. And lots of beer, wine, whiskey, hookers and blow. Wait, not the hookers blow part, but with 2 jet skis and a boat, it should be a grand gala.
I'm freaking pumped for football season to start, and to start hitting some Aggie games. I can't believe that it's almost that time of year again. Didn't it just end? They say that time actually speeds up as you grow older, and I'm beginning to believe them. Hopefully the Ags can muster up a >.800 record for the season, but it's gonna be a tough one.
I'd better get back to saving the puppies and kitties.
Keep on keepin' on
Wednesday, August 06, 2008
Sorry Lil N For The Lack Of Posting
I realized that I'd better get to posting on this here blog, or else Lil N might just kill me.
Life has been pretty rosy lately. I met my Shorty 2 months ago, and we're going strong. We made a trip to San Antonio to visit Big Judy and his new baby. I will relate a hilarious story about that trip.
Big Judy tends to love his whiskey. And when he does, he tends to pour back a few more than would be necessary. It makes normal conversation and walking abilities a wee bit difficult. He also has a wickedly weak stomach. Here's the story.
The Sunday morning after Big Judy, his wife, Big R, Lil N, My Shorty, and I all went out, I awoke to find Big Judy sitting on the rocking chair with the baby. He looked white as a ghost, and I knew that he had already vomited that morning. I asked him how he was feeling, and he stated that he felt like..arse.
Not long after we started talking, he got up and as he is handing me his 6 week old baby (G Money), he asks, "Hey dude, will you hold G Money for me?"
I reached out to grab the little guy, and replied, "Sure."
He then proceeded to walk around the coffee table, and head into the kitchen. At this point, I had no idea what he was doing, until I heard the unmistakable rumbling of Big Judy's stomach. He then retched into the kitchen sink for about 5 minutes. I, for some reason, thought that it was hilarious and started laughing my arse off at him. I actually laughed to the point of crying.
Ah, good times.
I can't wait for Aggie football! I look forward to hanging out with Big R and Lil N this football season.
Keep on keepin' on.
Life has been pretty rosy lately. I met my Shorty 2 months ago, and we're going strong. We made a trip to San Antonio to visit Big Judy and his new baby. I will relate a hilarious story about that trip.
Big Judy tends to love his whiskey. And when he does, he tends to pour back a few more than would be necessary. It makes normal conversation and walking abilities a wee bit difficult. He also has a wickedly weak stomach. Here's the story.
The Sunday morning after Big Judy, his wife, Big R, Lil N, My Shorty, and I all went out, I awoke to find Big Judy sitting on the rocking chair with the baby. He looked white as a ghost, and I knew that he had already vomited that morning. I asked him how he was feeling, and he stated that he felt like..arse.
Not long after we started talking, he got up and as he is handing me his 6 week old baby (G Money), he asks, "Hey dude, will you hold G Money for me?"
I reached out to grab the little guy, and replied, "Sure."
He then proceeded to walk around the coffee table, and head into the kitchen. At this point, I had no idea what he was doing, until I heard the unmistakable rumbling of Big Judy's stomach. He then retched into the kitchen sink for about 5 minutes. I, for some reason, thought that it was hilarious and started laughing my arse off at him. I actually laughed to the point of crying.
Ah, good times.
I can't wait for Aggie football! I look forward to hanging out with Big R and Lil N this football season.
Keep on keepin' on.
Sunday, June 29, 2008
God's Sense Of Humor
I don't know if you folks out there believe in God, or if He has a sense of humor or not, but I certainly do. I will explain.
About a month ago, I was on the phone with Big Judy, and I was telling him about how I was going to go out with a girl for the first time. Let's call her T for now, because I haven't as of yet come up with a nickname for her. So I was talking to Big Judy about how I've been on so many freakin' first dates in my life, and that since the vast majority of them have gone horribly wrong, I don't get nervous about going on them anymore. I further explained to him that I wasn't surely wasn't gonna hold my breath for the outcome of this date.
Well, the following day, I met T. Everything started out just great. About 15-20 minutes into the date I began to realize that I was getting nervous. You see T is very beautiful, funny, outgoing, and we were hitting it off very well. Once I realized that I was nervous, it got worse, because I was conscious of that fact. Plus, she has a certain way about her that she manages to embarrass me quite easily. That is another interesting aspect about her personality. She manages to make me nervous (in a good way), but she also manages to make me blush. I must state now that I don't get embarrassed easily, and I rarely blush. But she manages to bring that out in me too.
On our 4th date, we ate dinner and talked there at the restaurant for over 4 hours. We had a great conversation, and she managed to really make me feel embarrassed and nervous all at the same time. That feeling of uneasiness only intensified as I attempted to compliment her. I told her what I meant to say, only she took it the wrong way. It's kinda like how it is a lot of times with men and women. A guy says something, and there are two possible interpretations to it: the one that the man meant to say, and the way that the woman interprets it - which ends up being the complete opposite of what the man meant to say. So after my botched compliment to her, which I managed to get her to understand what I really meant after some explaining, I became very embarrassed which lead to me becoming nervous.
She then excused herself, and I had a few minutes to ponder the events of the previous 5 minutes of my life. I then thought about how God has a very good sense of humor, because of her and how I feel about her. I went from blatantly stating that I never get nervous on dates anymore, and there I was, on a 4th date, and still nervous as a 14 year old boy on a first date. It made me smile.
So we've now been on 5 dates so far, and I am very excited about us. I still get nervous around her sometimes, but it is still in a good way. She still manages to embarrass me, and that's fine. In my defense, I managed to do the same to her, so that's good.
I am very grateful that I met her, and I hope that this here story has a happy ending. I know that my mom sure does. Just a few days ago she asked, "Is she 'The One', Big D?" I told her, "Mom, I've only been out with her 4 times, so I can't really answer that."
She is really ready to marry me off, so she can have some more grandkids. Madness I tell you. So Big R, you're not the only one that my mom bugs about getting married.
Keep on keepin' on.
About a month ago, I was on the phone with Big Judy, and I was telling him about how I was going to go out with a girl for the first time. Let's call her T for now, because I haven't as of yet come up with a nickname for her. So I was talking to Big Judy about how I've been on so many freakin' first dates in my life, and that since the vast majority of them have gone horribly wrong, I don't get nervous about going on them anymore. I further explained to him that I wasn't surely wasn't gonna hold my breath for the outcome of this date.
Well, the following day, I met T. Everything started out just great. About 15-20 minutes into the date I began to realize that I was getting nervous. You see T is very beautiful, funny, outgoing, and we were hitting it off very well. Once I realized that I was nervous, it got worse, because I was conscious of that fact. Plus, she has a certain way about her that she manages to embarrass me quite easily. That is another interesting aspect about her personality. She manages to make me nervous (in a good way), but she also manages to make me blush. I must state now that I don't get embarrassed easily, and I rarely blush. But she manages to bring that out in me too.
On our 4th date, we ate dinner and talked there at the restaurant for over 4 hours. We had a great conversation, and she managed to really make me feel embarrassed and nervous all at the same time. That feeling of uneasiness only intensified as I attempted to compliment her. I told her what I meant to say, only she took it the wrong way. It's kinda like how it is a lot of times with men and women. A guy says something, and there are two possible interpretations to it: the one that the man meant to say, and the way that the woman interprets it - which ends up being the complete opposite of what the man meant to say. So after my botched compliment to her, which I managed to get her to understand what I really meant after some explaining, I became very embarrassed which lead to me becoming nervous.
She then excused herself, and I had a few minutes to ponder the events of the previous 5 minutes of my life. I then thought about how God has a very good sense of humor, because of her and how I feel about her. I went from blatantly stating that I never get nervous on dates anymore, and there I was, on a 4th date, and still nervous as a 14 year old boy on a first date. It made me smile.
So we've now been on 5 dates so far, and I am very excited about us. I still get nervous around her sometimes, but it is still in a good way. She still manages to embarrass me, and that's fine. In my defense, I managed to do the same to her, so that's good.
I am very grateful that I met her, and I hope that this here story has a happy ending. I know that my mom sure does. Just a few days ago she asked, "Is she 'The One', Big D?" I told her, "Mom, I've only been out with her 4 times, so I can't really answer that."
She is really ready to marry me off, so she can have some more grandkids. Madness I tell you. So Big R, you're not the only one that my mom bugs about getting married.
Keep on keepin' on.
Monday, June 23, 2008
Ode To The Enema
I got this from here
It really is a monument to the enema. My life is now complete. I have now officially seen everything.
Waiter, check please.
Keep on keepin' on.
Monday, June 16, 2008
It's A Boy!
Big Judy and Triple D had a baby boy yesterday. I'm very happy for them, and as of now, they don't have a name for the little whipper snapper. I'm still going with "Judy", but I'm not quite sure that that's gonna fly. Big Judy, you're world has just changed. Good luck you two, and congratulations again!
Sweet, I'm an uncle again.*
Keep on keepin' on.
* FYI: Since Big Judy and Triple D have no siblings, then I am, by default, an uncle to their El Nino. I've told them that I was going to be their baby's uncle since even before they were married.
Sweet, I'm an uncle again.*
Keep on keepin' on.
* FYI: Since Big Judy and Triple D have no siblings, then I am, by default, an uncle to their El Nino. I've told them that I was going to be their baby's uncle since even before they were married.
Wednesday, June 11, 2008
Am I Going To Get Stood Up? UPDATE- New Odds BREAKING NEWS
Well folks, I can't say that I'm surprised about this. Those of you that know my online dating story are very familiar with the stories of me being stood up by different girls from match.com. There are 3 occasions where I showed up to the assigned meeting place and the other party in this arrangement decided that they had better things to do than to meet a tall drink of water like myself. They simply didn't show up, or have the common decency to tell me that they would rather not meet me. Very rude. Very.
Continuing on that theme, the girl that I met last Thursday (I wrote about her in my last post) and I had planned a date for tonight. We planned the day, but not the time or place, when we talked on Monday. We said that we would set the details on Tuesday. Well, I called on Tuesday evening and, shockingly, no response from her. Now what do I do? Let's set up a wager.
I'm going to place the odds of me going out with her tonight at about 3-1. Big R, you wanna place a bet with those odds? Not a bad payout, if you ask me. Especially knowing my incredibly wicked-crazy track record with dating. I might even place the odds against me going out tonight at 1-5 or maybe as good as 1-4.
Hmmmm. Maybe I'll have to throw in an exacta-type wager to make it interesting to place that piss-poor odds bet. O.K. Let's make the exacta along these lines. I would put the "win horse" bet on me not going out on the date tonight. The "place horse" bet will be that I will not ever see or hear from her again (payout of 3-2 for the exacta bet).
It's kind of a challenge because she could contact me today and tell me that the date is off, but that seems highly unlikely (60-1).
She could also contact me today and apologize and attempt to reschedule (10-1).
She could also contact me and tell me that I'm the tallest drink of water that she's ever seen (100,000,000-1).
If I was a betting man, and I am, I'm going with the above exacta bet. I'll bet my flood-damaged Home Theater system on that (valued at $0.0001 after taking on about 3 gallons of water).
It's now a little after 10:00 A.M., and I have heard nothing from her. If I don't hear anything by 2:00 P.M. today, then I will be about 99% certain that I will never hear from her again.
"The road goes on forever and the party never ends..."*
Keep on keepin' on.
*Robert Earl Keen quote...for those of you that don't know.
UPDATE:
It's now 12:40 P.M., and amazingly, I have heard nothing from her. *sarcasm* I will now update the odds:
Odds that I will go out with her tonight: 20-1
Odds that I will NOT go out with her tonight: 1-20
Odds that she will contact me in any way, shape, or form again: 20-1
More updates to come throughout the day.
BREAKING NEWS
It's now 1:50 P.M. and I just got off the phone with her. She called and said, "Sorry that I didn't call you last night, but..." I kinda zoned out then, because I realized that it was going to be a lame excuse. We are going out for dinner, but she has one strike against her. Red Flag #1. I also realize that she doesn't exactly owe me a lot at this point. But my point is that it's just common courtesy to do what you say. My guess is that she had a date last night (which is just fine with me), and didn't want to tell me. But we've only know each other for a grand total of 6 days, and we have only met each other once. It's not like I really think that I'm the only dude in her life. Dating is such a pain in the arse.
I guess Big R, you'd have won pretty big, if we had agreed on the updated odds. I got lucky on that one.
Continuing on that theme, the girl that I met last Thursday (I wrote about her in my last post) and I had planned a date for tonight. We planned the day, but not the time or place, when we talked on Monday. We said that we would set the details on Tuesday. Well, I called on Tuesday evening and, shockingly, no response from her. Now what do I do? Let's set up a wager.
I'm going to place the odds of me going out with her tonight at about 3-1. Big R, you wanna place a bet with those odds? Not a bad payout, if you ask me. Especially knowing my incredibly wicked-crazy track record with dating. I might even place the odds against me going out tonight at 1-5 or maybe as good as 1-4.
Hmmmm. Maybe I'll have to throw in an exacta-type wager to make it interesting to place that piss-poor odds bet. O.K. Let's make the exacta along these lines. I would put the "win horse" bet on me not going out on the date tonight. The "place horse" bet will be that I will not ever see or hear from her again (payout of 3-2 for the exacta bet).
It's kind of a challenge because she could contact me today and tell me that the date is off, but that seems highly unlikely (60-1).
She could also contact me today and apologize and attempt to reschedule (10-1).
She could also contact me and tell me that I'm the tallest drink of water that she's ever seen (100,000,000-1).
If I was a betting man, and I am, I'm going with the above exacta bet. I'll bet my flood-damaged Home Theater system on that (valued at $0.0001 after taking on about 3 gallons of water).
It's now a little after 10:00 A.M., and I have heard nothing from her. If I don't hear anything by 2:00 P.M. today, then I will be about 99% certain that I will never hear from her again.
"The road goes on forever and the party never ends..."*
Keep on keepin' on.
*Robert Earl Keen quote...for those of you that don't know.
UPDATE:
It's now 12:40 P.M., and amazingly, I have heard nothing from her. *sarcasm* I will now update the odds:
Odds that I will go out with her tonight: 20-1
Odds that I will NOT go out with her tonight: 1-20
Odds that she will contact me in any way, shape, or form again: 20-1
More updates to come throughout the day.
BREAKING NEWS
It's now 1:50 P.M. and I just got off the phone with her. She called and said, "Sorry that I didn't call you last night, but..." I kinda zoned out then, because I realized that it was going to be a lame excuse. We are going out for dinner, but she has one strike against her. Red Flag #1. I also realize that she doesn't exactly owe me a lot at this point. But my point is that it's just common courtesy to do what you say. My guess is that she had a date last night (which is just fine with me), and didn't want to tell me. But we've only know each other for a grand total of 6 days, and we have only met each other once. It's not like I really think that I'm the only dude in her life. Dating is such a pain in the arse.
I guess Big R, you'd have won pretty big, if we had agreed on the updated odds. I got lucky on that one.
Saturday, June 07, 2008
Moving On Up, & An Update On My Dating Life
It's kind of interesting being the oldest sibling and having never been married. I'm 32, my sister is 30 (she got married at 22, and divorced at 28ish), and my brother is 26 and got married this last September. The reason that I bring this up is that my parents, especially my mom, take a little extra care of me. I really think that it's because I don't have an "old lady" to do it for me.
I'm not talking about cleaning my house, or even doing my laundry. Here is what I mean.
About a week ago, I asked my mom if she would help me arrange the furniture and give me her input on the decorating. She loves that kind of stuff, and she's pretty good at it. I am pretty good at it too, but I really didn't have a good idea on how to get the ball rolling on this place.
So, yesterday, my parents came over and helped me get my Pimpin' Bachelor Pad O' Love (PBPOL) ready for the ladies. Actually on more than one occasion yesterday my mom uttered these words, "Well, we have to make this place look nice for any girls you bring over here." I'm being 100% serious. Aww Mom.
So we spent about 7 hours on my PBPOL, with a 1/2 hour break in there for dinner - I made a 100% homemade chicken soup, that was divine, by the way. As an aside, I'm becoming quite the cook. But I digress.
Now my PBPOL is about 95% finished, and it looks great. I am very grateful that my parents - well, mainly my mom - for helping me. It's funny and maybe a bit lame, but I really enjoy hangin' out with my parents. They crack me up, and I'm very thankful that we have a great relationship.
I also realize that it's a bit different because I'm single, as apposed to if I was married - which is definitely a good thing.
On a different note, I have kind of lost track of my dating "score" but I'll do my best to update the stats. So for those of you keeping score at home, and I hope that you are doing a better job of this than I am, here are the updated stats:
Match.com chicks: 0.5 for 4.5
"Real world" chicks: 0 for 3.5
Now let me explain the numbers. The 0.5 of the 4.5 under the Match.com category represents a girl that I talked to multiple times, but never actually met because she lives in Austin and she stopped responding to my calls (I only called twice and then gave up, so I'm not a stalker). The 0.5 of the 3.5 under the "Real World" chicks represents a girl the Lil N introduced me to, and she really blew me off on our 4th date (I believe that I wrote about that date earlier on this here blog) but now she is still wanting to maintain contact. I'm not really sure why, so I leave it as a 1/2 of a loss.
Well they say that dating is a numbers game, and boy howdy, do I have the numbers to prove it. Good grief. Dating is such a pain in the butt. But if I've said it once, I've said it a thousand times, "Pimpin' ain't easy."
The 0.5 on the "win" side under the Match.com chicks represents a very real possibility in a girl. We met for the first time this Thursday and we had a great time. In fact, I'm more excited about her than any of the other chicks that I've been out with on this latest dating charade. She is very intriguing and I think that there is a lot of potential there. I'm keeping my fingers crossed with this one.
The beat goes on. And the search continues.
Until next time, keep on keepin' on.
I'm not talking about cleaning my house, or even doing my laundry. Here is what I mean.
About a week ago, I asked my mom if she would help me arrange the furniture and give me her input on the decorating. She loves that kind of stuff, and she's pretty good at it. I am pretty good at it too, but I really didn't have a good idea on how to get the ball rolling on this place.
So, yesterday, my parents came over and helped me get my Pimpin' Bachelor Pad O' Love (PBPOL) ready for the ladies. Actually on more than one occasion yesterday my mom uttered these words, "Well, we have to make this place look nice for any girls you bring over here." I'm being 100% serious. Aww Mom.
So we spent about 7 hours on my PBPOL, with a 1/2 hour break in there for dinner - I made a 100% homemade chicken soup, that was divine, by the way. As an aside, I'm becoming quite the cook. But I digress.
Now my PBPOL is about 95% finished, and it looks great. I am very grateful that my parents - well, mainly my mom - for helping me. It's funny and maybe a bit lame, but I really enjoy hangin' out with my parents. They crack me up, and I'm very thankful that we have a great relationship.
I also realize that it's a bit different because I'm single, as apposed to if I was married - which is definitely a good thing.
On a different note, I have kind of lost track of my dating "score" but I'll do my best to update the stats. So for those of you keeping score at home, and I hope that you are doing a better job of this than I am, here are the updated stats:
Match.com chicks: 0.5 for 4.5
"Real world" chicks: 0 for 3.5
Now let me explain the numbers. The 0.5 of the 4.5 under the Match.com category represents a girl that I talked to multiple times, but never actually met because she lives in Austin and she stopped responding to my calls (I only called twice and then gave up, so I'm not a stalker). The 0.5 of the 3.5 under the "Real World" chicks represents a girl the Lil N introduced me to, and she really blew me off on our 4th date (I believe that I wrote about that date earlier on this here blog) but now she is still wanting to maintain contact. I'm not really sure why, so I leave it as a 1/2 of a loss.
Well they say that dating is a numbers game, and boy howdy, do I have the numbers to prove it. Good grief. Dating is such a pain in the butt. But if I've said it once, I've said it a thousand times, "Pimpin' ain't easy."
The 0.5 on the "win" side under the Match.com chicks represents a very real possibility in a girl. We met for the first time this Thursday and we had a great time. In fact, I'm more excited about her than any of the other chicks that I've been out with on this latest dating charade. She is very intriguing and I think that there is a lot of potential there. I'm keeping my fingers crossed with this one.
The beat goes on. And the search continues.
Until next time, keep on keepin' on.
Monday, June 02, 2008
Dear John
I got another "Dear John" email today. I'm been getting quite a few of these suckers lately. It's not exactly earth shattering though. These emails are from girls that I've been on 1-3 dates with. Here is the story of the last one, with the actual email to follow. But first, the backstory.
I am a Christian. Shocking, I know. This girl, N, is also a Christian, but of the Church of Christ. I am not really familiar with that church, but I am more educated now. I first met N about 2 weeks ago, when we met for coffee. It went fine. We went out on our second date this past Friday, and it was interesting.
We went to a restaurant, where that wait was going to be about 45 minutes. I asked her if she wanted a drink, and she told me that she didn't drink, which didn't surprise me at all. She had given me some clues previously that had lead me to think that she was not a drinker. Which is fine with me, as long as she wouldn't get on my case if I did. So I ordered a beer, and we chit chatted.
Sometime during the dinner conversation, we started talking about religion. And somehow Israel was brought up. I told her (warning: I'm about to get into a bit of theology here) that I believed that we as Christians (and as a country) should support Israel. I also stated how important the Jews are to God, and to Christians, and how the "end times" revolved around God bringing back the Jews to Him. I believe that from the time of Jesus' death up until "The End" of the world, God is spreading His message through the Church, and it's Christians. This time is for the Gentiles to know God.
She completely disagreed. She said that the Jews are no long really relevant, and that the Church is what matters now, and that the Church has "replaced" the Jews now*. I was flabbergasted.
Well, we finished the night off without a hitch, and I called her on Sunday. She didn't answer and I left a message. When I didn't hear back from her that night, I really suspected that I wasn't going to hear from her again. I was wrong.
This morning the following email was in my inbox from her:
I don't know about you, but I took this to be a bit rude. Whatcha think?
Keep on keepin' on. And sorry for the preachin'.
*This false doctrine is called Replacement Theology, and is completely incorrect, because there is no Biblical backing for it.
I am a Christian. Shocking, I know. This girl, N, is also a Christian, but of the Church of Christ. I am not really familiar with that church, but I am more educated now. I first met N about 2 weeks ago, when we met for coffee. It went fine. We went out on our second date this past Friday, and it was interesting.
We went to a restaurant, where that wait was going to be about 45 minutes. I asked her if she wanted a drink, and she told me that she didn't drink, which didn't surprise me at all. She had given me some clues previously that had lead me to think that she was not a drinker. Which is fine with me, as long as she wouldn't get on my case if I did. So I ordered a beer, and we chit chatted.
Sometime during the dinner conversation, we started talking about religion. And somehow Israel was brought up. I told her (warning: I'm about to get into a bit of theology here) that I believed that we as Christians (and as a country) should support Israel. I also stated how important the Jews are to God, and to Christians, and how the "end times" revolved around God bringing back the Jews to Him. I believe that from the time of Jesus' death up until "The End" of the world, God is spreading His message through the Church, and it's Christians. This time is for the Gentiles to know God.
She completely disagreed. She said that the Jews are no long really relevant, and that the Church is what matters now, and that the Church has "replaced" the Jews now*. I was flabbergasted.
Well, we finished the night off without a hitch, and I called her on Sunday. She didn't answer and I left a message. When I didn't hear back from her that night, I really suspected that I wasn't going to hear from her again. I was wrong.
This morning the following email was in my inbox from her:
Hey Double D,
Sorry I didnt call you back last night, I was out. I wanted to tell you that it is very important to me to find someone with similar religious beliefs to mine. Speaking to you Friday night at dinner, I think our beliefs are about as opposite as they can get. I don't think there is any way that it can possibly work out between us.
Thanks for dinner,
N
I don't know about you, but I took this to be a bit rude. Whatcha think?
Keep on keepin' on. And sorry for the preachin'.
*This false doctrine is called Replacement Theology, and is completely incorrect, because there is no Biblical backing for it.
Tuesday, May 27, 2008
Yes, I'm Still Alive
I apologize to my 1.327 readers out there for not posting in about 3 years, but I have been a tad busy with dealing with "The Flood" of my apartment at the end of last month. I decided use capital letters when writing about my flooding, because then it puts it into mythic proportions. Kind of like The Great Flood, but not all of the massive destruction of the entire planet and all of that. Here is what happened.
Last month, I went down to Houston to visit my sister. I was away from my apartment from 7:00 A.M. on Friday until 9:00 P.M. on Sunday. I was dog tired as I walked up to my apartment, and when I opened the door, my first thought was that I had been robbed, but I quickly realized the my apartment was flooded. All of my stuff was in complete chaos, as the maintenance dudes had put as much of my stuff off of the floor. It was a mess!!!
Thank God I had renters insurance!
By that Wednesday, a company had moved my stuff into an apartment around the corner from my old one. They packed up about 30% of my stuff into boxes, and the rest they pretty much just threw into random piles o' stuff. I managed to find a decent apartment that is closer to work, and that is of a much better quality to boot. I am very pleased that it's all starting to work itself out. I am still waiting on the guitar shop to finish determining how much damage was done to my 3 acoustic and 2 electric guitars, my fiddle, and my mandolin. What a mess.
I had movers move me into my new apartment, and I am very glad that I did. I only had to pay about $100 with tip, because I used umovefree.com. Not a bad deal I guess. The moving company had a deal that the move was "free" as long as you don't actually have any stuff to move. Odd, I know. It's kind of a bait-and-switch type of deal. Your "free" move limited you to 25 boxes and a limited amount of furniture. I had to pay $2/box over 25 boxes, $25 because I had a sleeper sofa, and $20 for them to move my guitar amps and PA system. But, I didn't have to spend an entire day, in 105 degree heat, moving my earthly possessions, so I still think that I ended up ahead in the game.
I did, however, find that my poolside apartment isn't all it's cracked up to be. The little rugrats are pretty dang loud, and I think that my weekends aren't gonna be to quiet for the next few months. Oh well, at least I have a great view of all of the hot chicks that go swimming...Oh wait...There aren't any. Why am I paying an extra $25/month for the privilege of being poolside? Oh yeah, because it was the only first floor apartment available. Bummer.
I hope all 1.327 of you out there are livin' large. And I must apologize to Big R's sister who said that my blog is too depressing. Hey, I had broken up with my last girlfriend. Cut a brotha some slack. I'm back. I'm black. And I'm...oh forget it.
Keep on keepin' on.
Last month, I went down to Houston to visit my sister. I was away from my apartment from 7:00 A.M. on Friday until 9:00 P.M. on Sunday. I was dog tired as I walked up to my apartment, and when I opened the door, my first thought was that I had been robbed, but I quickly realized the my apartment was flooded. All of my stuff was in complete chaos, as the maintenance dudes had put as much of my stuff off of the floor. It was a mess!!!
Thank God I had renters insurance!
By that Wednesday, a company had moved my stuff into an apartment around the corner from my old one. They packed up about 30% of my stuff into boxes, and the rest they pretty much just threw into random piles o' stuff. I managed to find a decent apartment that is closer to work, and that is of a much better quality to boot. I am very pleased that it's all starting to work itself out. I am still waiting on the guitar shop to finish determining how much damage was done to my 3 acoustic and 2 electric guitars, my fiddle, and my mandolin. What a mess.
I had movers move me into my new apartment, and I am very glad that I did. I only had to pay about $100 with tip, because I used umovefree.com. Not a bad deal I guess. The moving company had a deal that the move was "free" as long as you don't actually have any stuff to move. Odd, I know. It's kind of a bait-and-switch type of deal. Your "free" move limited you to 25 boxes and a limited amount of furniture. I had to pay $2/box over 25 boxes, $25 because I had a sleeper sofa, and $20 for them to move my guitar amps and PA system. But, I didn't have to spend an entire day, in 105 degree heat, moving my earthly possessions, so I still think that I ended up ahead in the game.
I did, however, find that my poolside apartment isn't all it's cracked up to be. The little rugrats are pretty dang loud, and I think that my weekends aren't gonna be to quiet for the next few months. Oh well, at least I have a great view of all of the hot chicks that go swimming...Oh wait...There aren't any. Why am I paying an extra $25/month for the privilege of being poolside? Oh yeah, because it was the only first floor apartment available. Bummer.
I hope all 1.327 of you out there are livin' large. And I must apologize to Big R's sister who said that my blog is too depressing. Hey, I had broken up with my last girlfriend. Cut a brotha some slack. I'm back. I'm black. And I'm...oh forget it.
Keep on keepin' on.
Thursday, April 24, 2008
More Match.com Stuff
You just can't make this stuff up. I really, really wish that I could. If my monkey brain could come up with this stuff routinely, then I'd be sipping cold beer on a beach every day for the rest of my life. Here is another chick's profile and my example #2 of brilliance in literature:
Under her introduction heading about herself and who she is looking for:
Is "40G" her bra size?!?!? If so, then I'm out done right there. Plain and simple. And if it took her 26 years to get an "azz," then I'm out. And what does "someone that I...don't mind being seen with in public." mean? Or that she needs "someone that I can wake up to" or that she needs a "ten by my side?" This is just funny.
She continues and describes her ethnicity:
And to finish off her stunning profile, under the heading "Last Read." Um...well...she left that blank. Seriously. She couldn't come up with anything that she last read?!?!? That's dang funny.
Keep on keepin' on.
Under her introduction heading about herself and who she is looking for:
I'm 5"4, 40G and thick in the waist. I can also say I even have an azz, it took me about 26 years to get it. I'm looking for someone who's down to earth and love to chill. I need someone that I can wake up to and don't mind being seen with in public. I need a ten by my side.
Is "40G" her bra size?!?!? If so, then I'm out done right there. Plain and simple. And if it took her 26 years to get an "azz," then I'm out. And what does "someone that I...don't mind being seen with in public." mean? Or that she needs "someone that I can wake up to" or that she needs a "ten by my side?" This is just funny.
She continues and describes her ethnicity:
"Dark & Lovely"
And to finish off her stunning profile, under the heading "Last Read." Um...well...she left that blank. Seriously. She couldn't come up with anything that she last read?!?!? That's dang funny.
Keep on keepin' on.
Match.com stuff
I have been on match.com off an on for the past 5 years or so, and I've met some pretty interesting women. I've also seen some pretty dang crazy profiles too. Here is an example of one woman's paragraph to describe herself and what she wants in a man:
If that's not poetry, then I don't know what is.
Here is what she does for fun:
Oh, she "like action comedy movies." What exactly is that? It's cool that she "love been with friend" and "been close to the nature." Astounding.
Here's more. Here is what she wrote about her job:
What in the sam hell does that mean?!?!? I am so confused right now. So you always travel on your job, but what part of your job entails "when ever am on visiting"??!?!?!!?!?!?!!? I need to nap. But wait, there's more.
Here is what she wrote about her religion:
Good. At least she's a "church girl." I go to church "when ever am around" too. Wow, we must be soulmates!
It keeps going. Under her education, she wrote these stunningly brilliant words:
She really has a gift. Seriously. I couldn't make this stuff up.
And to finish off her Shakespearian-like prose, she wrote this under the heading of Favorite Hot Spots:
If she is able to tie her shoes and feed herself, I would be thoroughly impressed.
I feel like I've had my brain sucked out of my head, and watched it cooked like scrambled eggs after reading her profile.
I'm guessing that she's not picking up a lot of "educated men." Or any guy that would want to date her for longer than 5-6 sex-filled nights.
I'm gonna search for more of these beauties, and I'll post them if I find any more.
In the meantime, keep on keepin' on.
"I want a man who is not always thinking about themselves. One who is very romantic and not afraid to just go do something off the wall. Romance keeps a relationship going. I'm not one that just likes to go to bed have sex and then that is it. It needs to have the right mood."
If that's not poetry, then I don't know what is.
Here is what she does for fun:
"I love reading, listening to music, like action comedy movies, love meeting people far or near, i love been with friend and going out for camping and most of all been close to the nature."
Oh, she "like action comedy movies." What exactly is that? It's cool that she "love been with friend" and "been close to the nature." Astounding.
Here's more. Here is what she wrote about her job:
"I always travel ..when ever am on visiting."
What in the sam hell does that mean?!?!? I am so confused right now. So you always travel on your job, but what part of your job entails "when ever am on visiting"??!?!?!!?!?!?!!? I need to nap. But wait, there's more.
Here is what she wrote about her religion:
"I go to church when ever am around."
Good. At least she's a "church girl." I go to church "when ever am around" too. Wow, we must be soulmates!
It keeps going. Under her education, she wrote these stunningly brilliant words:
"I really miss my classmate."
She really has a gift. Seriously. I couldn't make this stuff up.
And to finish off her Shakespearian-like prose, she wrote this under the heading of Favorite Hot Spots:
"Well am new to the internet dating thing but will like to experience life with my partner.who knows..."
If she is able to tie her shoes and feed herself, I would be thoroughly impressed.
I feel like I've had my brain sucked out of my head, and watched it cooked like scrambled eggs after reading her profile.
I'm guessing that she's not picking up a lot of "educated men." Or any guy that would want to date her for longer than 5-6 sex-filled nights.
I'm gonna search for more of these beauties, and I'll post them if I find any more.
In the meantime, keep on keepin' on.
Check This Out
In case you didn't feel bad enough about Global Warming, here is a complete list of the consequences of Global Warming. Yes, even "fashion disasters" and "polar bear cannabillistic" are blamed on Global Warming. Good grief, when are people gonna wake up and see that this "Global Warming" stuff is a bunch of B.S.!!!
Keep on keepin' on.
Keep on keepin' on.
Monday, April 21, 2008
Nice Surprise For Me
I had a great weekend. I flew to Houston to visit my sister. But all of that joy was sucked from my soul when I stepped foot into my apartment.
It flooded.
Sometime after 7:00 A.M. this past Friday, my toilet decided to keep running...and running...and running, until my entire apartment was flooded. I have no idea when the surrounding neighbors noticed it, but most of my stuff was on my bed, kitchen table, couch, etc.
And now my place smells like a swamp.
I spent about 3 hours this evening going through the damaged goods. I'm pretty dang upset because my Willie Nelson autographed guitar is ruined. I had him sign my very first guitar, so there is also a big sentimental value to it too. All of my 5 guitars, a 50-60 year old violin, and a mandolin were damaged.
Not too fun.
I'm meeting with the insurance adjuster tomorrow morning. I just hope that I don't get completely screwed on the deal.
Keep on keepin on.
It flooded.
Sometime after 7:00 A.M. this past Friday, my toilet decided to keep running...and running...and running, until my entire apartment was flooded. I have no idea when the surrounding neighbors noticed it, but most of my stuff was on my bed, kitchen table, couch, etc.
And now my place smells like a swamp.
I spent about 3 hours this evening going through the damaged goods. I'm pretty dang upset because my Willie Nelson autographed guitar is ruined. I had him sign my very first guitar, so there is also a big sentimental value to it too. All of my 5 guitars, a 50-60 year old violin, and a mandolin were damaged.
Not too fun.
I'm meeting with the insurance adjuster tomorrow morning. I just hope that I don't get completely screwed on the deal.
Keep on keepin on.
Monday, April 14, 2008
A Few Comments
1. I hate the IRS. Nuff said.
2. Why on earth are we paying so much freaking $$$ in taxes, only to:
a) support well-bodied people who refuse to work?
b) pay for a vastly overbearing government
c) give it away to terrorist nations in "aid"
I could keep going, but I'll stop there.
3. I read this today from Dennis Prager
"I am convinced that human evil is so great that most people choose either to ignore it or to focus their concerns elsewhere -- like those who believe that human-created carbon dioxide emission, not human evil, poses the greatest threat to mankind. No one will ever get killed for fighting global warming. Fighting evil, on the other hand, is quite dangerous."
Sad but true. Keep on keepin' on.
2. Why on earth are we paying so much freaking $$$ in taxes, only to:
a) support well-bodied people who refuse to work?
b) pay for a vastly overbearing government
c) give it away to terrorist nations in "aid"
I could keep going, but I'll stop there.
3. I read this today from Dennis Prager
"I am convinced that human evil is so great that most people choose either to ignore it or to focus their concerns elsewhere -- like those who believe that human-created carbon dioxide emission, not human evil, poses the greatest threat to mankind. No one will ever get killed for fighting global warming. Fighting evil, on the other hand, is quite dangerous."
Sad but true. Keep on keepin' on.
Saturday, April 12, 2008
Abraham Lincoln Quote
I found this quote, which was printed in an article about the US not producing many rare earth minerals anymore. I'm not gonna post that article, because it ain't exactly what this blog is about; but I did find that this quote is very, very valid for today's United States.
“It is the duty of nations, as well as of men, to own their dependence upon the overruling power of God … and to recognize the sublime truth, announced in the Holy Scriptures and proven by all history, that those nations only are blessed whose God is the Lord. … We have been the recipients of the choicest blessings of heaven. We have been preserved, these many years, in peace and prosperity. We have grown in numbers, wealth and power as no other nation ever has grown; but we have forgotten God. We have forgotten the gracious Hand which preserved us in peace, and multiplied and enriched and strengthened us; and we have vainly imagined, in the deceitfulness of our hearts, that these blessings were produced by some superior wisdom and virtue of our own.” Abraham Lincoln.
That pretty much sums up, in my humble opinion, the US's problems today.
Keep on keepin' on.
“It is the duty of nations, as well as of men, to own their dependence upon the overruling power of God … and to recognize the sublime truth, announced in the Holy Scriptures and proven by all history, that those nations only are blessed whose God is the Lord. … We have been the recipients of the choicest blessings of heaven. We have been preserved, these many years, in peace and prosperity. We have grown in numbers, wealth and power as no other nation ever has grown; but we have forgotten God. We have forgotten the gracious Hand which preserved us in peace, and multiplied and enriched and strengthened us; and we have vainly imagined, in the deceitfulness of our hearts, that these blessings were produced by some superior wisdom and virtue of our own.” Abraham Lincoln.
That pretty much sums up, in my humble opinion, the US's problems today.
Keep on keepin' on.
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