Starting March 29th, Shat happens...

So, there is this AWESOME show in Spike called Invasion Iowa, staring WIlliam Shatner, and i have to tell you, it is by far the funniest show I have ever seen. (Except Red Dwarf) Its probably only funny to me, and anyone else who has ever lived in Iowa, but man, the show is great. For those who dont know what Im talking about, it is a show about Shatner and crew who go to Riverside, Ia to suposedly film a sci-fi flick. Everyone from Hollywood plays some sort of overdone steriotype(?) eg: Ditsy blond starlet, pain in the butt producer, wild womanizing stunt double; you get the idea. So, the show is about how these simple Iowans enteract and deal with the cast and crew of the "movie" they are "trying" "to" fi"lm",., Its great. Its marvelous. Its hilarious.I reccomend everyone watch it, and or dl it off the internet or steal a tv or something, cause it is well worth seeing.
Steph, I would move to MI, but to be honest I know so little about it. The main question I do have though is do you guys hate the people that live on that part that is connected to Wisconsin? I think I would, Id call them Canadien wannabe's, and insult thier butter toast.

Where's the Reset Button?

Would it be considered running from your problems if you just started your adult life over in some place where no one knows you? You know, new place to live, new job, and have to make friends all over again. Its not that I dont like where I live, or who my friends are or anything, its just I feel that I have come to some sort of impass in the growth of those relationships and my own growth. Take Andrew for instance, he has been my best friend since kindergarden(no joke) but now, becasue of school and work, we see each other maybe once a month. When we do hang out we have a great time, and still have a lot in common, but where can the relationship go from there? Relationships are suppose to continue to grow arent they? And what do you do when there is no where left for them to grow? I had a really strange thought today that since I dont care about make huge amounts of money, that maybe I should just work for a church or something. Afterall, working to spread the Gospel is the most important thing we are suppose to do, right? I'm not saying I suddenly want to be a missionary or something, its just I want to do something far more important with my life than deliver flowers, or answer telephones. I really dont know what I'm thinking, its just I have to decide what to do with my life by May 31.
Current desktop image: Lauren Fagan Cray, quite possibly the most attractive female I have ever seen in person. And pretty much all around perfect in all other areas too.
Current song playing: Drunken Lulabies by Floggin Molly

Luke 24:1-12

una autem sabbati valde diluculo venerunt ad monumentum portantes quae paraverant aromata
et invenerunt lapidem revolutum a monumento
et ingressae non invenerunt corpus Domini Iesu
et factum est dum mente consternatae essent de isto ecce duo viri steterunt secus illas in veste fulgenti
cum timerent autem et declinarent vultum in terram dixerunt ad illas quid quaeritis viventem cum mortuis
non est hic sed surrexit recordamini qualiter locutus est vobis cum adhuc in Galilaea esset
dicens quia oportet Filium hominis tradi in manus hominum peccatorum et crucifigi et die tertia resurgere
et recordatae sunt verborum eius
et regressae a monumento nuntiaverunt haec omnia illis undecim et ceteris omnibus
erat autem Maria Magdalene et Iohanna et Maria Iacobi et ceterae quae cum eis erant quae dicebant ad apostolos haec
et visa sunt ante illos sicut deliramentum verba ista et non credebant illis
Petrus autem surgens cucurrit ad monumentum et procumbens videt linteamina sola posita et abiit secum mirans quod factum fuerat

"Reggie's got the ball at the top of the key..."

Oh my goodness. I am very upset about today. VERY UPSET. First West Virgina looses after having an incredible shooting performance. I felt bad for them, because I wanted to see Rick Patino lose, and becasue they shot like 67% from the tree point line. But that I got over. The most horrible thing was the idiotic last play called at the end of the UofA game. Mustafa dribbles around and we rely on an over guarded Hassan to make a three pointer?? I refuse to believe that was the play Lute came up with. I personally wanted to see Salim dribble around, and Frye and Radenovic set screens on Hassan's man to free him up for an alley-oop dunk at the buzzer. THAT would have been cool, and it had a way better chance of working than Hassan's off balance vomit. I'm ALSO upset at the fact that the "neutral" court they played at was in Chicago. I understand giving the best team as much advantage as possible, but why have them THAT close to home? Surely MSU or Indiana's court would have been sufficent. But now I'm just whining. I also got way sick of seeing Bill Murry every ten seconds. I like his acting, he is very funny, but now, he is so old he looks dead and slightly decaying. Where was the shot of Amanda Beard and Jenny Finch cheering on the UofA and gently cuddling with each other? Now thats something everyone would WANT to see. Ugh, I feel terrible. And poor Salim, having a terrible shooting night. But that would have been ok, we did stay in the game without his scoring, if we had just gone to what had been working for us the whole time, INSIDE SCORING. sigh, I have to go. I'm depressed, sad, and slightly gassy, and I have to be presentable for Easter tomorrow.

Salim Stoudimire shoots the game winning shot over two defenders with 2.8 seconds to play. 

Look at the beauty of the desert. how could anyone not want to live here? If you look really hard, you can see me wayyy in the backround, and if you look REALLY hard, you can find Waldo. 

War, It's Fantastic!

I'm baaaaack! So, after not feeling clever in the slightest for the past week, I finally felt I should update ya'll on how everything is going. So, Spring break is just about over, and everyone is leaving again. I guess it is time for me to find a job.(ANDRE IGUODALA JUST GOT A TRIPLE DOUBLE!!) So, not having a job this past month has allowed me to really focus on what I want to do with my life. I found a website that lists just about every goal a person could have to their life, and I will give you guys a few that I want to achieve. 1. act in a movie 2. affect at least one life of a complete stranger for the good 3. assist my wife in developing her dream 4. at lunchtime, sit in your parked car w/sunglasses on and point a hair dryer at passing cars 5. attend a concert at carnegie hall 6. attend a final four college basketball game 7. attend oktoberfest in germany 8. attend the birth of my grandchildren 9. backpack europe & america & new zealand 10. be a mad scientist 11. be a regular blood donor 12. become a master swordsmen 13. become fluent in mandarin, french and spanish 14. beg for spare change wearing an ascot 15. be the most wonderful man in the world to my wife 16. build an igloo 17. celebrate my 100th birthday 18. coin a phrase 19. contruct a wax statue of myself 20. convince anyone to get a tattoo of my name on their butt 21. experience weightlessness 22. fight a gorrilla 23. find amilia airharts plane 24. follow u2 around on tour for a month 25. get $100 in ones and watch the bank teller count them as I say random numbers(is that mean?) 26. get a listence to kill 27. get a middle name 28. go a weekend without saying a word 29. kiss the blarney stone 30. sing the national anthem at a major league game. Well, that is a small insight into some things I would like to do before I die. I encourage you to read over the entire list, and see what goals you would like to achieve http://www.colourcountry.net/random/thingstodo.txt.gz And now, I have the horrible task of waiting for the UofA game to start. t-minus 5 hours, 47 minutes, and counting...

No Rest for the Weary

Ugh, I think I over did it this morning. I did laundry, went to freshmen chorus, and stood and sat up too much. Now, my back is killing me. I think I'm just going to lay here, and think about God's Will for my life.

sheesh. Posting pictures on this thing is harder than pulling teeth. And this is the only picture I'm posting, doesn't quite seem worth all this trouble. 

How Much of Human Life is Lost in Waiting?

And so, here I lay, waiting, ever waiting. I'm bound to be able to walk down the stairs sooner or later. I was watching the Truman Show. I forgot that was my favorite movie. Here are some memorable quotes, Truman Burbank: Somebody help me, I'm being spontaneous!
and Christof: Cue the sun! and this one was good Truman Burbank: Was anything real? Christof: You were real. That's what made you so good to watch... This one my freshmen English teacher had a field day with Christof: We accept the reality of the world with which we are presented. But now, I am going to go pee, wish me luck; and in case I dont see ya, Good Afternoon, Good Evening, and Good Night. *throws up arms to form a cross, and exits stage left* (sniff)

I've fallen, and I cant get up.

So, today I went to help a friend of a friend move. It wasnt going to be too much, she was hiring movers for all the furniture, she just wanted help with a few boxes and paintings. My dad and I agreed to help, and we showed up around 11. Well, the very first thing I go to pick up is a Persian rug, and as I am lifting my back suddenly feels like it got stabbed. I freeze. The rug drops, and shooting pain flows up and down the left side of my body. My left ear goes deaf, and my eyes unfocus. Im pretty sure my spire had been ripped out. Well, it wasnt, but the pain didnt go away. My dad had me lay on the floor on my back, to try and rest it. Ugh, I couldnt move it hurt so bad. The most I could move below my belly button was wiggle my toes. I took that as a good sign, and a bad sign all in one. Cause, truthfully, it isnt good when the most you can do is wiggle your toes. So, I laid in this womans living room on my back, stareing at the ceiling for the better part of seven hours. I did alot of thinking in those seven hours, and I began to wonder something. But first, a quick tour of this house. It is a wonderful 4 bedroom house, that sits on the crest of one of the small hills near Sabino Canyon. It is worth over 1 million dollars. It has a wine closet, that has an old bank vault door. It has dozens of paintings from the late fourteen hundreds, some real and some very good copys. EVERYTHING in the house just breathes wealth and possesion. So, as I was slowly becoming the latest throw rug in her living room, I watched her run around fretting as all these thing were packed up and put in a moving truck. And I realized that this house was not the dream I thought it was for me. Since childhood, everyone dreams of having the nicest car(or several), the biggest house, and the most expensive things. Today I truly realized that I dont want any of that. Sure a Jaguar is a great car, but even if I could afford one, I probably would still own a buick, and do something BETTER with my money. Ha, my money. I dont care about money. I only want enough money to pay my rent, and car insurance. I dont want extra. To me, there are far more important things in life than getting the best house. Im not saying I dont like expensive things, or I think they are bad, its just I would rather my money benifit others, than sit on the wall as a painting that no one ever looks at, or be a bunch of bottles of wine that are worth too much to drink. (500 bucks a glass for some of the wine she owns!) Matthew 6:19-21 — “Do not store up for yourselves treasures on earth, where moth and rust destroy, and where thieves break in and steal. But store up for yourselves treasures in heaven, where moth and rust do not destroy, and where thieves do not break in and steal. For where your treasure is, there your heart will be also.” And who wants to leave their heart in a Jaguar, that odds are, your kid will crash anyway.
So, Im not laying in bed, incapable of moving. My back still hurts terribly, and I pray I wont have to pee anytime soon, like within the next week. Cause, honestly, I dont think Im going anywhere for awhile.

Like sand in a hour glass, so are the Days of our Lives.

Im really sorry, but I dont have anything to talk about or post or anything. So, Ill just post a question, and let you give your answers and why. If a shark were to fight a bear, who would win? Bonus points to whoever names all the types of bears and sharks they can think of.
Bethany won the question I posted last week. Of the two answers that were given, I laughed at hers more.

How Long Must We Sing This Song?

Today I sat through Mr Monroes New Testament class. I'll give him this, he is suprisingly passionate. Which makes for interesting lessons. One minute he is laughing about baby puke, the next minute he is near tears with concern for the downfall of mankind. He has a much different(and I think better) teaching stype than Mr Walter did, and I think I would have learned more from Kurt.
I wish I was cool. When I have my suede jacket on, and I'm cruzin in my Jeep, I feel cool. Unfortunatly, the second I step out of my Jeep, I become some awkwardly large goof who rambles too much on his web blog.
Robby got a job working at the Coors beer bottling factory. He doesnt know quite what he is going to do yet, but he is training for forklift use, so, probably driving a forklift. He is also working the night shift, so he gets an extra 26% per hour. AND when he turns 21, he gets like 4 cases of beer free a month. Not that Robby would go for Coors, he is more high class than that, but it is still an interesting benifit.
Curret song playing: Sunday Bloody Sunday, by U2

And now, I leave you with a question, If Oklahoma turned into a giant raging volcano, would anyone notice? More importantly, would anyone care? Extra credit to the person who encludes strawberries and a volkswagen in their answer.

T-minus 7 hours and 50 minutes....

9:11am
Good Morning everyone! I think I am just going to leave this blog going all day, and then publish it at the end of the day, so you guys can get a feel for how my day went. So, my dad left for Pheonix this morning. He didnt however, give me the key to lockup. So, I guess Im kinda stuck here, waiting until he gets back. I think I'm going to straighten some papers, Ill be right back.

9:50am
Well, Ive answered the phone twice, its been dad both times. He wanted to apologize because he was really grumpy this morning and yelled at me alot. Its ok, this meeting he is going to is pretty much him begging to keep his job, so I understand he is very stressed. I was smart enough to bring a flashcard with some of my favorite songs on it, so at least I have some tunes. Ive cleaned quite a bit too, so now I just get to sit here and read the paper.

10:12am
Wow, Im bored....

11:25am
Had a few more phone calls, took two payments. Man, I'm tired. I sit right in front of the window, and it is kinda hypnotizing to watch the cars drive by. I suddenly want to eat Eegees. For those of you who dont know what that is, it is a sub sandwich place like Subway, but they also serve wierd slushy stuff that is addicting. AND they have ranch fries.

11:50am
Hungry.... I cant leave cause I dont have the key to lock up. And some guy wanted me to fax him information that dad changed a couple months ago, but it looks like the computer didnt save it, so I have to call him back and re-get all that info from him. I dont think he will be happy.

12:46pm
That was kinda stressful. Since I dont have a key, I asked the secretary next door to watch the office till I got back, she said she would do it, but didnt sound happy about it at all. So, I had to go to two places, and there was alot of construction and traffic, and I was on a time restraint to get some file work done. I got everything done, unfortunatly, the fax number he gave me was incorrect so he is going to call me and complain that I didnt send it. sigh, I hate working here. Ok, I dont HATE it, I actually kinda like it. But it is just so closely entertwined with bad memories, Id rather stay away from it. Which is hard sometimes, casue you can make a BUTT load of money being an insurance salesman. P.S. Eegee's tastes REAL good, mmmmmmm. www.eegees.com if you want to see what they are all about.

1:27pm
Its almost been an hour since I typed something, and I bet you are thinking alot had happend. Well sorry to burst your bubble. I actually have just sat here, staring at the computer screen for the last 45 minutes. My dad had said that my uncle was going to start coming in and working from three to seven everyday, but I hope he doesnt come in today. I dont know what to have him do. I want a nap.

2:29pm
I would lay down on the couch here, but everyone would be able to see me. I would play video games, but everyone would be able to see me. AND BECAUSE OF A REALLY STUPID MIRROR, I WOULD GO TO THE BATHROOM, BUT EVERYONE WOULD SEE ME! yea, thats right, through the magic of mirrors, if you go to the bathroom in the back room, you can be seen plain as day from the lobby.

2:59pm
I have discovered the magic of solitare!