To the one or two readers, here's to hoping you have had an awesome Christmas and got lots of cool stuff.
Have a great week, and get read for 2008!
Tuesday, December 25, 2007
Saturday, December 15, 2007
Santa came Early! Wooooooo!
Was sick with the Flu on Wednesday. Received a call at about 10:00 AM from an Elf, saying he had a special deliver. Will I be at home in 30 minutes? I explained, Why, yes I will be. Gave him directions and waited. In EXACTLY 30 minutes, a large moving truck showed up, and a giant box was moved from there to the inside of our house. And low and behold, the CORVETTE of TVs was delivered! One crazy feature is that you can set it not just for Video Games, but you can specify if its an Action Adventure, First Person Shooter, etc. Oh and it can be set up as your computer monitor. /giggle-droolDESCRIPTION:
Samsung HL-T5676S - 56" New Slim Depth Widescreen DLP HDTV - 1080p - 10,000:1 Contrast Ratio - 16ms Reponse Time - Black
Fill your room with the riveting 1080p Full HD resolution and brilliant sound of the Samsung HL-T5676S. Its 0.8"-thin piano-black bezel and hidden speaker system let you enjoy more screen and less frame; the slim depth lets the 56" DLP HDTV fit where others won't. Enjoy the crisp definition and bright imagery of Samsung's Cinema Smooth 1080p Light Engine; a phenomenal 10,000:1 dynamic contrast ratio delivers the full range of vivid colors, bright whites, deep blacks and nuanced tones. SRS TruSurround XT audio fills the room with clear, robust sound. Fast, 16 micro-second switching speed virtually eliminates motion blur; Game Mode optimizes performance so gamers will marvel at the lifelike action. Full digital connectivity with 3 HDMI ports allows digital connectivity to Cable/Satellite boxes Blu-ray players, AV receivers, and more.
Additional Features
 | 3D HD ready. The HLT generation of Samsung DLP HDTVs are capable of displaying future 3D games, movies, and other programming via 3D compatible glasses and hardware. |
| SRS TruSurround XT. TruSurround is a patented SRS technology that solves the problem of playing 5.1 multichannel content over two speakers. TruSurround delivers a compelling, virtual surround sound experience through any twospeaker playback system, including internal television speakers and headphones. It is fully compatible with all multichannel formats up to 6.1 channels. |
| Brilliant Color II provides brightness increase in non-primary colors and boosts overall color intensity |
| V-Chip enables parental control for channel and program blocking of TV programs that incorporate the rating code signal. |
THANKS SANTA!
Sunday, December 09, 2007
Changing it up....
I have been very simple in my life.
My favorite ice cream. Vanilla.
My favorite cake. Yellow w/ chocolate frosting.
My favorite cookie. Chocolate Chip.
My favorite drink. Orange Kool-aid.
Etc. Etc.
Enter my beautiful Wife, Michelle.
She likes to make crazy cakes. Castles, snowflakes, are common cakes. Throw in another flavor like orange, coconut, and then drizzle caramel or fudge topping on top and you got a small glimpse of the fantastic cakes Michelle makes.
The cookies she has made could sell in stores. Chocolate with homemade flavored chips of all variety. Regular chocochip cookies that stay soft, forever ( I kid you not). Thin mints that could beat girl scout cookies.
Now I admit, I still like a vanilla ice cream, but because of her adventurous spirit, it now includes a mashed up brownie. I know, wooo, living on the edge. But for me, it is.
But my latest craze. Mountain Dew. For those that know me, Mountain Dew is my crutch. And the Orange Mountain Dew (Live Wire) is the Mount Olympus of all soda's.
Enter in flavors. If adding orange could be so monumental, what about other flavors?
I haven't done a whole lot, but so far these two new flavors are golden:
Mango Mountain Dew
Pineapple Mountain Dew
Oh, they are so good. Take note, PepsiCo, these could be the next big thing! (Just give me credit! Hahahaha)
My favorite ice cream. Vanilla.
My favorite cake. Yellow w/ chocolate frosting.
My favorite cookie. Chocolate Chip.
My favorite drink. Orange Kool-aid.
Etc. Etc.
Enter my beautiful Wife, Michelle.
She likes to make crazy cakes. Castles, snowflakes, are common cakes. Throw in another flavor like orange, coconut, and then drizzle caramel or fudge topping on top and you got a small glimpse of the fantastic cakes Michelle makes.
The cookies she has made could sell in stores. Chocolate with homemade flavored chips of all variety. Regular chocochip cookies that stay soft, forever ( I kid you not). Thin mints that could beat girl scout cookies.
Now I admit, I still like a vanilla ice cream, but because of her adventurous spirit, it now includes a mashed up brownie. I know, wooo, living on the edge. But for me, it is.
But my latest craze. Mountain Dew. For those that know me, Mountain Dew is my crutch. And the Orange Mountain Dew (Live Wire) is the Mount Olympus of all soda's.
Enter in flavors. If adding orange could be so monumental, what about other flavors?
I haven't done a whole lot, but so far these two new flavors are golden:
Mango Mountain Dew
Pineapple Mountain Dew
Oh, they are so good. Take note, PepsiCo, these could be the next big thing! (Just give me credit! Hahahaha)
Tuesday, November 27, 2007
Humble?
I ran across this today and thought how true it was. How many times has something inconvenienced you and not knowing what really was happening, you allowed it to bother you. This is just something to think about.
A Humbling Experience:
Origins: This is one of those items for which any additional commentary would only serve as a distracting embellishment, so we'll just present the details here and let the story tell itself.
On 8 June 2005 the following item appeared in the Albuquerque Tribune:
Air Force Capt. Jeremy Fresques, a Farmington native and Farmington High School graduate, joined a growing list of New Mexicans who have died in the war on terrorism, when the surveillance plane in which he flew crashed last week 80 miles northeast of Baghdad. Three of his U.S. colleagues and an Iraqi airman also were killed. Fresques was awarded the Bronze Medal posthumously Friday.
Fresques was 26. He left behind a wife — also an Air Force captain — and his parents. His sacrifice — and theirs — in the name of our nation's security and the cause of democracy was immense. Col. O.G. Mannon, commander of the 16th Special Operations Wing, rightly called Fresques and his comrades "heroes." We regard Fresques and all men and women with New Mexico connections as family and hold them deeply in our hearts.1
Capt. Fresque was killed in the line of duty on Memorial Day 2005, a month before he was to return home, and news of his death was conveyed Fly-By that day to Lt. Col. Scott Pleus, commander of the 63rd Fighter Squadron at Luke Air Force Base in Glendale, Arizona, where Capt. Fresques had previously been stationed. Lt. Col. Pleus, along with a chaplain and a medical technician, drove that evening to Yuma, Arizona, to undertake the sad duty of notifying Capt. Fresque's parents of their loss.
About a week later, Lt. Col. Pleus was notified that a memorial service would be held for Capt. Fresque in Sun City, Arizona, on 15 June and that a fly-by from Luke AFB had been requested as part of the service in Capt. Fresque's honor. Lt. Col. Pleus quickly assented:
Of course we would do it. It's a four-ship formation. They fly straight and level over the gravesite and then, directly over the service, the No. 3 plane pulls away while the others fly straight ahead. Symbolically he's headed for heaven. It's the highest form of respect we can pay to a fallen airman.
Everyone involved in such a service considers it an honor. The fliers. The honor guard. The bugler who plays taps. All of us.
While preparing to head from Glendale to Sun City (a distance of about 6 miles) for the memorial service, four F-16 fighter jets from Luke AFB flew a holding pattern over Glendale's Arrowhead Mall, prompting a local resident unaware of their purpose to send a sarcastic letter of complaint to the editor of The Arizona Republic:
A letter to the Editor;
Question of the day for Luke Air Force Base: Whom do we thank for the morning air show?
Last Wednesday, at precisely 9:11 a.m., a tight formation of four F-16 jets made a low pass over Arrowhead Mall, continuing west over Bell Road at approximately 500 feet. Imagine our good fortune!
Do the Tom Cruise-wannabes feel we need this wake-up call, or were they trying to impress the cashiers at Mervyns' early-bird special?
Any response would be appreciated.
Tom MacRae, Peoria3
The correspondent received a response from Col. Robin Rand, commander of Luke AFB's 56th Fighter Wing, in the pages of that same newspaper the following day:
Luke Air Force Base was asked to respond to a letter writer's question about a "morning air show" he observed recently ("A wake-up call from Luke's jets," Letters, Thursday):
The "wake-up call" witnessed the morning of June 15 was a formation of F-16 jets from Luke Air Force Base lining up for a memorial service in Sun City at the gravesite for Air Force Capt. Jeremy Fresques, an officer assigned to Air Force Special Operations. Fresques gave his life in defense of our country while serving in Iraq.
It is unfortunate that at a time when our nation is at war someone would believe we have less than honorable and professional reasons for such a mission.
The commander of the fighter squadron was given the difficult duty of informing the family of Capt. Fresques on Memorial Day that the officer, a husband, son and Arizonan, had died in Iraq.
On behalf of the men and women at Luke Air Force Base, we continue to keep Jeremy and his family in our thoughts and prayers.
Col. Robin Rand
Luke Air Force Base4
Four days later, the newpaper also published a reponse from Lt. Col. Pleus himself:
Regarding "A wake-up call from Luke's jets":
On June 15, at precisely 9:12 a.m., a perfectly timed four-ship of F-16s from the 63rd Fighter Squadron at Luke Air Force Base flew over the grave of Capt Jeremy Fresques.
Capt.
Fresques was an Air Force officer who was previously stationed at Luke Air Force Base and was killed in Iraq on May 30, Memorial Day.
At 9 a.m. on June 15, his family and friends gathered at Sunland Memorial Park in Sun City to mourn the loss of a husband, son and friend.
Based on the letter writer's recount of the flyby, and because of the jet noise, I'm sure you didn't hear the 21-gun salute, the playing of taps, or my words to the widow and parents of Capt. Fresques as I gave them their son's flag on behalf of the president of the United States and all those veterans and servicemen and women who understand the sacrifices they have endured.
A four-ship flyby is a display of respect the Air Force pays to those who give their lives in defense of freedom. We are professional aviators and take our jobs seriously, and on June 15 what the letter writer witnessed was four officers lining up to pay their ultimate respects.
The letter writer asks, "Whom do we thank for the morning air show?"
The 56th Fighter Wing will call for you, and forward your thanks to the widow and parents of Capt. Fresques, and thank them for you, for it was in their honor that my pilots flew the most honorable formation of their lives.
Lt. Col. Scott Pleus
Luke Air Force Base5
To his credit, the complainant, Mr. MacRae, tendered a written apology which was published in The Republic on 9 July:
Regarding "Flyby honoring fallen comrade" (Letters, June 28):
I read with increasing embarrassment and humility the response to my unfortunate letter to The Republic concerning an Air Force flyby ("A wake-up call from Luke's jets," Letters, June 23).
I had no idea of the significance of the flyby, and would never have insulted such a fine and respectful display had I known.
I have received many calls from the fine airmen who are serving or have served at Luke, and I have attempted to explain my side and apologized for any discomfort my letter has caused.
This was simply an uninformed citizen complaining about noise.
I have been made aware in both written and verbal communications of the four-ship flyby, and my heart goes out to each and every lost serviceman and woman in this war in which we are engaged.
I have been called un-American by an unknown caller and I feel that I must address that. I served in the U.S. Navy and am a Vietnam veteran. I love my country and respect the jobs that the service organizations are doing.
Please accept my heartfelt apologies.
Tom MacRae, Peoria6
A Humbling Experience:
Origins: This is one of those items for which any additional commentary would only serve as a distracting embellishment, so we'll just present the details here and let the story tell itself.
On 8 June 2005 the following item appeared in the Albuquerque Tribune:
Air Force Capt. Jeremy Fresques, a Farmington native and Farmington High School graduate, joined a growing list of New Mexicans who have died in the war on terrorism, when the surveillance plane in which he flew crashed last week 80 miles northeast of Baghdad. Three of his U.S. colleagues and an Iraqi airman also were killed. Fresques was awarded the Bronze Medal posthumously Friday.
Fresques was 26. He left behind a wife — also an Air Force captain — and his parents. His sacrifice — and theirs — in the name of our nation's security and the cause of democracy was immense. Col. O.G. Mannon, commander of the 16th Special Operations Wing, rightly called Fresques and his comrades "heroes." We regard Fresques and all men and women with New Mexico connections as family and hold them deeply in our hearts.1
Capt. Fresque was killed in the line of duty on Memorial Day 2005, a month before he was to return home, and news of his death was conveyed Fly-By that day to Lt. Col. Scott Pleus, commander of the 63rd Fighter Squadron at Luke Air Force Base in Glendale, Arizona, where Capt. Fresques had previously been stationed. Lt. Col. Pleus, along with a chaplain and a medical technician, drove that evening to Yuma, Arizona, to undertake the sad duty of notifying Capt. Fresque's parents of their loss.
About a week later, Lt. Col. Pleus was notified that a memorial service would be held for Capt. Fresque in Sun City, Arizona, on 15 June and that a fly-by from Luke AFB had been requested as part of the service in Capt. Fresque's honor. Lt. Col. Pleus quickly assented:
Of course we would do it. It's a four-ship formation. They fly straight and level over the gravesite and then, directly over the service, the No. 3 plane pulls away while the others fly straight ahead. Symbolically he's headed for heaven. It's the highest form of respect we can pay to a fallen airman.
Everyone involved in such a service considers it an honor. The fliers. The honor guard. The bugler who plays taps. All of us.
While preparing to head from Glendale to Sun City (a distance of about 6 miles) for the memorial service, four F-16 fighter jets from Luke AFB flew a holding pattern over Glendale's Arrowhead Mall, prompting a local resident unaware of their purpose to send a sarcastic letter of complaint to the editor of The Arizona Republic:
A letter to the Editor;
Question of the day for Luke Air Force Base: Whom do we thank for the morning air show?
Last Wednesday, at precisely 9:11 a.m., a tight formation of four F-16 jets made a low pass over Arrowhead Mall, continuing west over Bell Road at approximately 500 feet. Imagine our good fortune!
Do the Tom Cruise-wannabes feel we need this wake-up call, or were they trying to impress the cashiers at Mervyns' early-bird special?
Any response would be appreciated.
Tom MacRae, Peoria3
The correspondent received a response from Col. Robin Rand, commander of Luke AFB's 56th Fighter Wing, in the pages of that same newspaper the following day:
Luke Air Force Base was asked to respond to a letter writer's question about a "morning air show" he observed recently ("A wake-up call from Luke's jets," Letters, Thursday):
The "wake-up call" witnessed the morning of June 15 was a formation of F-16 jets from Luke Air Force Base lining up for a memorial service in Sun City at the gravesite for Air Force Capt. Jeremy Fresques, an officer assigned to Air Force Special Operations. Fresques gave his life in defense of our country while serving in Iraq.
It is unfortunate that at a time when our nation is at war someone would believe we have less than honorable and professional reasons for such a mission.
The commander of the fighter squadron was given the difficult duty of informing the family of Capt. Fresques on Memorial Day that the officer, a husband, son and Arizonan, had died in Iraq.
On behalf of the men and women at Luke Air Force Base, we continue to keep Jeremy and his family in our thoughts and prayers.
Col. Robin Rand
Luke Air Force Base4
Four days later, the newpaper also published a reponse from Lt. Col. Pleus himself:
Regarding "A wake-up call from Luke's jets":
On June 15, at precisely 9:12 a.m., a perfectly timed four-ship of F-16s from the 63rd Fighter Squadron at Luke Air Force Base flew over the grave of Capt Jeremy Fresques.
Capt.
Fresques was an Air Force officer who was previously stationed at Luke Air Force Base and was killed in Iraq on May 30, Memorial Day.
At 9 a.m. on June 15, his family and friends gathered at Sunland Memorial Park in Sun City to mourn the loss of a husband, son and friend.
Based on the letter writer's recount of the flyby, and because of the jet noise, I'm sure you didn't hear the 21-gun salute, the playing of taps, or my words to the widow and parents of Capt. Fresques as I gave them their son's flag on behalf of the president of the United States and all those veterans and servicemen and women who understand the sacrifices they have endured.
A four-ship flyby is a display of respect the Air Force pays to those who give their lives in defense of freedom. We are professional aviators and take our jobs seriously, and on June 15 what the letter writer witnessed was four officers lining up to pay their ultimate respects.
The letter writer asks, "Whom do we thank for the morning air show?"
The 56th Fighter Wing will call for you, and forward your thanks to the widow and parents of Capt. Fresques, and thank them for you, for it was in their honor that my pilots flew the most honorable formation of their lives.
Lt. Col. Scott Pleus
Luke Air Force Base5
To his credit, the complainant, Mr. MacRae, tendered a written apology which was published in The Republic on 9 July:
Regarding "Flyby honoring fallen comrade" (Letters, June 28):
I read with increasing embarrassment and humility the response to my unfortunate letter to The Republic concerning an Air Force flyby ("A wake-up call from Luke's jets," Letters, June 23).
I had no idea of the significance of the flyby, and would never have insulted such a fine and respectful display had I known.
I have received many calls from the fine airmen who are serving or have served at Luke, and I have attempted to explain my side and apologized for any discomfort my letter has caused.
This was simply an uninformed citizen complaining about noise.
I have been made aware in both written and verbal communications of the four-ship flyby, and my heart goes out to each and every lost serviceman and woman in this war in which we are engaged.
I have been called un-American by an unknown caller and I feel that I must address that. I served in the U.S. Navy and am a Vietnam veteran. I love my country and respect the jobs that the service organizations are doing.
Please accept my heartfelt apologies.
Tom MacRae, Peoria6
Saturday, November 24, 2007
OMG! I'm IT!
Tagz0rd
My Beautiful Wife tagged me.... so, here goes...
What was I doing 10 years ago? Was my first Christmas on my Mission in Alabama. Was opening a new area with Elder Lund. Greenville, AL (pronounced Green-VULL).
What was I doing 5 years ago? Celebrating our 2nd Christmas in our condo in Clearfield (which we finally just sold this summer, hooray!), and my 3rd Christmas married to my wonderful bride. I was working for IKANO Communications.
What was I doing 1 year ago? Started an awesome graphics job with the local newspaper agency. I am still there, transferred to a new department, and happier. Christmas was busy for both of us, but we got into the spirit selling pies to raise money for a family in need. Was such an awesome experience.
What was I doing yesterday? Worked and kicked butt to get out of there. Was sick all day, here is to hoping I feel better soon.
5 Snacks I enjoy –
• Twizzlers
• Fresh strawberries covered in Chocolate
• Tortilla Chips and Fresh Salsa made by my bride.
• Olives
• Cookies... Sugar, Chocolate Chip, Oreo, etc.
5 things I would do if I had a million dollars –
• Buy a New House, New Dodge Ram for me, and a New Honda Accord for my wife.
• Buy a small investment home in SLC for my parents who are disabled.
• Buy a Cabin in Montana next to my Fishing Hole.
• Take my Wife on a cruise that she has always wanted to go on.
• Invest the rest, and live on interest if possible. But I would still work, as my Job pretty much pwns.
5 Places I would run away to –
• Hawaii
• Home with Michelle
• Montana
• Hawaii again
• Driving in my Truck
5 T.V. Shows I Like –
• Heroes
• NFL Football
• The Simpsons
• 24
• Chuck
5 Things I Hate Doing –
• Failing
• Shopping
• Try and please everyone, (the only one that matters is Michelle.)
• Kicking the hidden item under the bed in the middle of the night, my poor toe.
• Dealing with Drama
5 biggest joys of the moment –
• Going to work and laughing at getting paid to do something I completely enjoy.
• Jetted Tub
• My Wife.
• My Wife and the Jetted Tub! Hahahah!
• HALO 3, Assassin's Creed, Bejeweled, well... Video Games in general.
5 people I'm tagging- 5 People who read this and haven't been tagged. I expect you to post a comment with your results!
Friday, November 16, 2007
HALO 3 FOR FREE!
HALO 3 for FREE!
If you waited to get your 360 and/or HALO 3, now is the time.
EDIT: They took it down. Look for it on the interweb, and you may find a great deal.
If you waited to get your 360 and/or HALO 3, now is the time.
EDIT: They took it down. Look for it on the interweb, and you may find a great deal.
Thursday, November 15, 2007
The Perfect Game
Those that know me, know on Saturday "The Perfect Game" was played.
The medal of "Perfection" was awarded.
I killed 17 enemies and never died, even though I dodged laser fire from my own teammate, and had no shields 3 times, I came out victorious!
Yeah... a little bragging on my part, but hey, Good Times.
The medal of "Perfection" was awarded.
I killed 17 enemies and never died, even though I dodged laser fire from my own teammate, and had no shields 3 times, I came out victorious!
Yeah... a little bragging on my part, but hey, Good Times.
Friday, November 09, 2007
Keep Moving Forward
“Around here, however, we don’t look backwards for very long. We keep moving forward, opening up new doors and doing new things… and curiosity keeps leading us down new paths.”
~Walt Disney
~Walt Disney
Tuesday, November 06, 2007
How well do you know me?
Recently, my beautiful Wife and I were discussing things that happened in the past, both good and bad. We do that a lot, you know, we talk to each other.
It's no secret that my Wife and I have not always gotten along with some of my Wife's family. And at times, the division between us and her family reached Grand Canyon scale. During those times, I did my best to love her, comfort her, and be there for whatever she needed. Even though it has gotten a lot better, I decided that there was a lot of misunderstanding that went on, and since the conversation, I have thought about it more and feel I needed to say something, even if its on my own little soap box.
I know that we weren't totally innocent in all that went on, but I have never felt that much intolerance directed at me in all of my life, that I can remember. I know I do not do things that the "norm" does. I never have. It probably is because I am #4 in a family of 10 kids, and maybe I felt I needed to go against the grain to get attention, but I have never been one to conform. I have a wry sense of humor, I am a large over bearing and sometimes intimidating person, but that is only if I want to show that. And probably my greatest fault, I am VERY direct. I do not beat around the bush. It wastes time. It has causes problems that I have fought my whole life. Let me repeat that, "That I have fought my whole life."
The difference here, married, and being loved by the most wonderful person in the world, is that my actions do not only effect me. My Wife is there with me through all the situations I get into. And how I am blessed for that. And when something like that happened, I usually was fired up and ready for battle, but through all the problems, accusations, attacks and uncomfortable moments, I didn't do anything but support my Wife. I realized that doing that would only create a larger rift, and for her sake, I just held her. She cried. A lot.
Now, out of all this, I realized a very important detail.
Now this detail, has shown itself in my job recently, as the bosses in control of my destiny, basically, either promote me or deem that I am not worth keeping, and let me go.
This detail showed at the Doctor's office during my near-death illness this summer.
This detail has even caused problems in my church.
The detail is.... in each and all of these instances, the people involved, DO NOT KNOW ME. I was judged by looks... I was judged on misunderstandings... and the most disturbing, I was judged by what others have said.
The doctor's that dealt with me the most, knew I was a very caring person, and they realized what happened to me was not because of my life style, my weight, my stress level, or anything like that. They knew this could happen to ANYONE, and it just had to happen to me. I am SO glad it happened to me and not to my Wife. I wouldn't wish what happened to me on my worst enemy. No one should go through that much pain.
In my job, my art talent is what I rely on each and every day. The people in charge never paid attention to what I could do, and because I worked at a different site, they actually considered letting me go. It took many phone calls, emails, and finally a co-worker to stand up and get their attention. They kept me and I feel the department is stronger. I know my new co-workers are happy to have me.
Which brings me to my Wife's family.
Since we have moved, things seem to have gotten better and I believe HALO 2 and 3 have helped bring us together. I feel Video Games in general have allowed us to remain in contact with not only her family, but many friends across the country and even my brothers and sisters. We have fun, those of us that play. Another thing I feel is not of the norm. We moved because of our jobs. And I feel that HALO, video games in general, and some of her family that have blogs, allow us to see into there lives a little.
I wish I could tell them. I wish I could call up her family, and just tell them. I am not a bad person. I love my Wife, who is your sister, your daughter, your aunt, your niece, your sister-in-law, and maybe even your best friend, with all my heart. I have never treated her bad. I have never forced my will on her. I let her do what ever she feels she needs to do. I encourage her to do what she can to make her self a better person. We are genuinely in love with each other. No, we haven't been blessed with kids, its in God's hands. We trust that he has a plan for us, and we will be ready for it.
When we moved here, the job I had lined up, moved to Florida. We then were asking, what did we just do, and looking back, we realized we had helped a few people along the way. Even just recently, a very dear brother of mine. I got to get to know him. We had ups and downs this summer, but it was awesome to have him here while I went through the hospital visits, as he cheered me up and helped around the house. I know moving to Saint George was where we needed to be, not because we were pushed there or running away from any problems.
I feel there are two people who really know me. God and Michelle. I think if you want to get to know me. Then get to know me yourself. Not on the voice of others, nor on preconceived notions, nor anything but trying to honestly sit down (a.k.a. call?) and get to know me.
I am a very simple man.
It's no secret that my Wife and I have not always gotten along with some of my Wife's family. And at times, the division between us and her family reached Grand Canyon scale. During those times, I did my best to love her, comfort her, and be there for whatever she needed. Even though it has gotten a lot better, I decided that there was a lot of misunderstanding that went on, and since the conversation, I have thought about it more and feel I needed to say something, even if its on my own little soap box.
I know that we weren't totally innocent in all that went on, but I have never felt that much intolerance directed at me in all of my life, that I can remember. I know I do not do things that the "norm" does. I never have. It probably is because I am #4 in a family of 10 kids, and maybe I felt I needed to go against the grain to get attention, but I have never been one to conform. I have a wry sense of humor, I am a large over bearing and sometimes intimidating person, but that is only if I want to show that. And probably my greatest fault, I am VERY direct. I do not beat around the bush. It wastes time. It has causes problems that I have fought my whole life. Let me repeat that, "That I have fought my whole life."
The difference here, married, and being loved by the most wonderful person in the world, is that my actions do not only effect me. My Wife is there with me through all the situations I get into. And how I am blessed for that. And when something like that happened, I usually was fired up and ready for battle, but through all the problems, accusations, attacks and uncomfortable moments, I didn't do anything but support my Wife. I realized that doing that would only create a larger rift, and for her sake, I just held her. She cried. A lot.
Now, out of all this, I realized a very important detail.
Now this detail, has shown itself in my job recently, as the bosses in control of my destiny, basically, either promote me or deem that I am not worth keeping, and let me go.
This detail showed at the Doctor's office during my near-death illness this summer.
This detail has even caused problems in my church.
The detail is.... in each and all of these instances, the people involved, DO NOT KNOW ME. I was judged by looks... I was judged on misunderstandings... and the most disturbing, I was judged by what others have said.
The doctor's that dealt with me the most, knew I was a very caring person, and they realized what happened to me was not because of my life style, my weight, my stress level, or anything like that. They knew this could happen to ANYONE, and it just had to happen to me. I am SO glad it happened to me and not to my Wife. I wouldn't wish what happened to me on my worst enemy. No one should go through that much pain.
In my job, my art talent is what I rely on each and every day. The people in charge never paid attention to what I could do, and because I worked at a different site, they actually considered letting me go. It took many phone calls, emails, and finally a co-worker to stand up and get their attention. They kept me and I feel the department is stronger. I know my new co-workers are happy to have me.
Which brings me to my Wife's family.
Since we have moved, things seem to have gotten better and I believe HALO 2 and 3 have helped bring us together. I feel Video Games in general have allowed us to remain in contact with not only her family, but many friends across the country and even my brothers and sisters. We have fun, those of us that play. Another thing I feel is not of the norm. We moved because of our jobs. And I feel that HALO, video games in general, and some of her family that have blogs, allow us to see into there lives a little.
I wish I could tell them. I wish I could call up her family, and just tell them. I am not a bad person. I love my Wife, who is your sister, your daughter, your aunt, your niece, your sister-in-law, and maybe even your best friend, with all my heart. I have never treated her bad. I have never forced my will on her. I let her do what ever she feels she needs to do. I encourage her to do what she can to make her self a better person. We are genuinely in love with each other. No, we haven't been blessed with kids, its in God's hands. We trust that he has a plan for us, and we will be ready for it.
When we moved here, the job I had lined up, moved to Florida. We then were asking, what did we just do, and looking back, we realized we had helped a few people along the way. Even just recently, a very dear brother of mine. I got to get to know him. We had ups and downs this summer, but it was awesome to have him here while I went through the hospital visits, as he cheered me up and helped around the house. I know moving to Saint George was where we needed to be, not because we were pushed there or running away from any problems.
I feel there are two people who really know me. God and Michelle. I think if you want to get to know me. Then get to know me yourself. Not on the voice of others, nor on preconceived notions, nor anything but trying to honestly sit down (a.k.a. call?) and get to know me.
I am a very simple man.
Thursday, October 25, 2007
GAMERS UNITE!
Liberal Left Wing nutjobs are trying to force themselves into the gaming community. If they had their way, No HALO, No Perfect Dark, No nothing...
Stay Away From My Games!
Vive Le Revolution...or something...
Stay Away From My Games!
Vive Le Revolution...or something...
Wednesday, October 10, 2007
254 Years?
Hey, Chadzilla.... aka MEANDOG...
I find it hard to believe that it would take you 254 Years to beat HALO 3 level 6 and 7. I mean... I'm here for ya man... just call me... I beat it in one night.
Call me... we'll do lunch.
I find it hard to believe that it would take you 254 Years to beat HALO 3 level 6 and 7. I mean... I'm here for ya man... just call me... I beat it in one night.
Call me... we'll do lunch.
Monday, October 08, 2007
It's a GOOD thing God didn't make me Rich...
...or I am sure lots of Money would get wasted trying things like this.
I think the world can handle only one really rich geek. You Go, Bill Gates, You Go.
I think the world can handle only one really rich geek. You Go, Bill Gates, You Go.
Monday, October 01, 2007
Ah, Montana....
So we took a much needed vacation to just relax and enjoy life and the quiet of Montana. Michelle and I grabbed a nice camera from a friend and we took pictures. This is what we got:
Early Morning
Worlds Best Fishing Hole
Hardy Creek, MT
Ah, Montana
Outside My Brothers House
Early MorningLatter-Day Saint Temple of Rexburg, ID
Worlds Best Fishing HoleHardy Creek, MT
Ah, MontanaOutside My Brothers House
Best part of this weekend was keeping it fairly secret. Was just meant as a getaway for a bit and enjoy the country living with my bro. Was so nice, and it fed the need to see the Country. Now we prep for EASILY the best time of year here in St. George. I love 80 degree highs. I laugh at those who live in snow. GUFFAW!
Tuesday, September 04, 2007
IT IS MINE! MY PRECIOUSSSSSSSSSSSSSS
So.. I turned really old this past Friday. I have a little bit more grey hairs, and I am proud to say I still get toys for my Birthday.
Thank you, baby, for another wonderful Birthday. I GOT SPOILED.
Wednesday, July 25, 2007
The Power of Eight
I have been tagged! MAC G has tagged me to tell eight things about myself. While I find this stuff tough to tell, here it is, in no particular order:
1. I love Star Wars. I have all 6 movies and could almost quote them. I have the cartoons that take place in between the 2nd and 3rd movies. I have read and am still reading Star Wars books. Besides my favorite author, David Gemmel, Star Wars books are the only real literature I read.
2. I am an only child in a family with ten kids. How does this work? Growing up, I had to be the center of attention. Mom would always call me her only child. I have nine brothers and sisters, and I always tried to be in the spotlight growing up. At least until teenage years when I started letting my brothers problems take over the spotlight to cover my deeds. Muahahaha.
3. I have uncanny skill with video games. I know.. whoop dee doo. But ever since I could remember, I could pick up a controller or keyboard, load a game, and in no time, I had it mastered.
4. I love to watch movies. All movies. Even if its just once. I am not particularly proud that I have seen Little Mermaid 2, but I did. Growing up I worked in movie theaters. My family cleaned them, and I got to see a lot of movies for free. Sometimes, I went just to go. I have seen a lot. Being poor lately has kept me from seeing all the movies I have wanted to, and I miss that.
5. I use Intimidation for gain. This is something I am not really proud of, and it is a fault of mine. I am a big person. People who do not know me, are generally afraid of me. And I use this for gain. Even sometimes to those that do know me, I can turn on the "Grizzly Bear" and have frightened people. Anyone who knows my wife, knows she is a very gentle, kind loving person. I always tell people, "Michelle has a bad side, I'M her bad side." Sometimes, I enjoy chewing out companies who bill us wrong. I ENJOY it. Like I said, it is a fault, and I am working on it. I used to get PAID to Intimidate people.
6. I am emotional. There, I said it. I hate watching sad movies, because I fight the teary eyes. I firmly believe the guys who thought up "Extreme Makeover: Home Edition" have a special place in hell set aside for how many people they make cry. As cool as them houses are, I fight them dang sobs as much as anyone else. I also am passionate. Emotional and Passionate are a dangerous combo. Combine that with any of these on the list, and I could probably be considered nuts.
7. I have a wry sense of humor. I can write and be serious for only so long. I think it is my security blanket. I hate tense situations and use Humor to relieve that. I can make just about anyone laugh, and I am proud of that. Though I sometimes get myself in trouble with my humor, I mainly use it for good. I have recently been in and seen many doctors, nurses, and medical technicians and have used humor to ease their stress as much as mine, as it was pretty scary for awhile. I love being humorous.
8. I am very direct. Sometimes too direct. I hate beating around the bush. If you are doing something I feel is wrong, I will probably point it out. Yes, most definately it has gotten me in some tough situations, but at least they knew where I stood. Problems get worked out a lot faster if its clear what the issues are.
So there it is. I believe I am a very simple person. But as I wrote these down, combined, they can look very complex.
1. I love Star Wars. I have all 6 movies and could almost quote them. I have the cartoons that take place in between the 2nd and 3rd movies. I have read and am still reading Star Wars books. Besides my favorite author, David Gemmel, Star Wars books are the only real literature I read.
2. I am an only child in a family with ten kids. How does this work? Growing up, I had to be the center of attention. Mom would always call me her only child. I have nine brothers and sisters, and I always tried to be in the spotlight growing up. At least until teenage years when I started letting my brothers problems take over the spotlight to cover my deeds. Muahahaha.
3. I have uncanny skill with video games. I know.. whoop dee doo. But ever since I could remember, I could pick up a controller or keyboard, load a game, and in no time, I had it mastered.
4. I love to watch movies. All movies. Even if its just once. I am not particularly proud that I have seen Little Mermaid 2, but I did. Growing up I worked in movie theaters. My family cleaned them, and I got to see a lot of movies for free. Sometimes, I went just to go. I have seen a lot. Being poor lately has kept me from seeing all the movies I have wanted to, and I miss that.
5. I use Intimidation for gain. This is something I am not really proud of, and it is a fault of mine. I am a big person. People who do not know me, are generally afraid of me. And I use this for gain. Even sometimes to those that do know me, I can turn on the "Grizzly Bear" and have frightened people. Anyone who knows my wife, knows she is a very gentle, kind loving person. I always tell people, "Michelle has a bad side, I'M her bad side." Sometimes, I enjoy chewing out companies who bill us wrong. I ENJOY it. Like I said, it is a fault, and I am working on it. I used to get PAID to Intimidate people.
6. I am emotional. There, I said it. I hate watching sad movies, because I fight the teary eyes. I firmly believe the guys who thought up "Extreme Makeover: Home Edition" have a special place in hell set aside for how many people they make cry. As cool as them houses are, I fight them dang sobs as much as anyone else. I also am passionate. Emotional and Passionate are a dangerous combo. Combine that with any of these on the list, and I could probably be considered nuts.
7. I have a wry sense of humor. I can write and be serious for only so long. I think it is my security blanket. I hate tense situations and use Humor to relieve that. I can make just about anyone laugh, and I am proud of that. Though I sometimes get myself in trouble with my humor, I mainly use it for good. I have recently been in and seen many doctors, nurses, and medical technicians and have used humor to ease their stress as much as mine, as it was pretty scary for awhile. I love being humorous.
8. I am very direct. Sometimes too direct. I hate beating around the bush. If you are doing something I feel is wrong, I will probably point it out. Yes, most definately it has gotten me in some tough situations, but at least they knew where I stood. Problems get worked out a lot faster if its clear what the issues are.
So there it is. I believe I am a very simple person. But as I wrote these down, combined, they can look very complex.
Thursday, July 05, 2007
WOOHOOO!
There is only one reason I would "WOOOHOOOO" in public, and anyone that knows why I would after the weight that has drug my Wife and I down, understands why I declare the month of July....
WOOHOOO Month.
If you have a reason, any reason than makes you smile, instead of smiling, blurt out, "WOOHOO!"
It has an amazing impact.
WOOHOOO!
WOOHOOO Month.
If you have a reason, any reason than makes you smile, instead of smiling, blurt out, "WOOHOO!"
It has an amazing impact.
WOOHOOO!
Sunday, July 01, 2007
Changes in the air.....
Well.. there are changes on the horizon at least....
A weight around the shoulders of both my beautiful Wife and I will soon be gone. We will be getting our ship corrected so that we aren't taking in so much water.
And on a personal level, I am hoping bigger changes, or smaller if you look at the situation in a different light.
It is going to be a mountain to climb, and I know I have the support of my Wife. The changes will be small at first, but as time goes on, these could be big changes, very big. And I am excited.
Keep watching here for more updates, but those that read this, thanks for the support of the past, and as hard as this future will be, I hope that if I need a pillar to lean on, that I can count on those that support me most.
A weight around the shoulders of both my beautiful Wife and I will soon be gone. We will be getting our ship corrected so that we aren't taking in so much water.
And on a personal level, I am hoping bigger changes, or smaller if you look at the situation in a different light.
It is going to be a mountain to climb, and I know I have the support of my Wife. The changes will be small at first, but as time goes on, these could be big changes, very big. And I am excited.
Keep watching here for more updates, but those that read this, thanks for the support of the past, and as hard as this future will be, I hope that if I need a pillar to lean on, that I can count on those that support me most.
Friday, June 01, 2007
Viva, Las Vegas!
Vegas just pwnd me.
I am beat and tired, but come away with an enjoyable experience.
With Front Row Seats in hand to STOMP OUT LOUD! and a very nice Hotel room at the PLANET HOLLYWOOD, I knew it was gonna be just awesome. And I was right.
STOMP... well.. was loud. And my love of music crossed with my love of loud deep bass, came to life at this show. Highly recommended.
Afterwards we were "co-erced" into a 90 Minute Time Share presentation. Yeah, we said no. But, we got $40 worth of Slot cash and free dinner at PAMPAS, Brazillian BBQ. It was worth it.
We got Valet parking during the whole trip and was just a really ncie get-a-way. Even better, it is only a quick 90 minute drive when we want to do it again.
VIVA, LAS VEGAS!
I am beat and tired, but come away with an enjoyable experience.
With Front Row Seats in hand to STOMP OUT LOUD! and a very nice Hotel room at the PLANET HOLLYWOOD, I knew it was gonna be just awesome. And I was right.
STOMP... well.. was loud. And my love of music crossed with my love of loud deep bass, came to life at this show. Highly recommended.
Afterwards we were "co-erced" into a 90 Minute Time Share presentation. Yeah, we said no. But, we got $40 worth of Slot cash and free dinner at PAMPAS, Brazillian BBQ. It was worth it.
We got Valet parking during the whole trip and was just a really ncie get-a-way. Even better, it is only a quick 90 minute drive when we want to do it again.
VIVA, LAS VEGAS!
Wednesday, May 02, 2007
T-Mobile's President's Email Address...
"We Don't Stay in Business by Doing The Right Thing."
This was a quote I got from a Stuart Fox, Executive Customer Relations Specialist in the Office of the President of T-Mobile. But that is getting ahead of ourselves...
We left T-Mobile around January because their cell towers are weak sauce here in St. George. My phone number's account with them was automatically closed because I moved my number to my new service. My Wife's was changed with the new service, so, without knowing it, it was left open with T-Mobile. Our fault. 100%.
My Wife calls and gets the final amount we owe and was told in an email that the charge would be pro-rated so that we wouldn't have to pay the full amount. Ok. Thanks.
After payment, and notification of closure of the account on the 22nd of March, we recieve another bill for the month of April. WTF?
My Wife decides it is time to get mean and asks me to get involved. (In case you were unawares, my Wife does have a bad side.... it's me.) I use a wonderful trick that I learned from MAC G, and do an Internet search for the name of the President of T-Mobile. Easy enough.
Hello Mr. Fancy Pants, his name is Robert Dotson. So using MAC G's tactic, I send my nasty, angry email to all different versions of this wahoo's name. And all but 2 bounce back. HAHA! I got him. I go to bed dreaming of the nasty response (or positive, there is always hope) that I will get the next day. I go to work and during work I get a call from Mr. Dotson's guard dog, Stuart Fox. He goes on to explain that my account was closed on the 22nd, two days after my billing cycle, so they charged us for the whole month. What about the pro-rated part from the other CS Technician? Nope. Tough luck.
We have a pretty heated conversation when he blurts out, "We Don't Stay in Business by Doing The Right Thing."
I hung up.
So there it is, people. The truth that we have always known, and was never spoken became a reality. Stu broke the mold and admitted that we are nothing more than pennies lost.
Here are the email addresses of T-Mobile's Heirarchy:
Robert Dotson, President of T-Mobile: robert.dotson@t-mobile.com and rdotson@t-mobile.com
Stuart Fox, Executive Customer Relations Specialist: ExecutiveResponse@T-Mobile.com
Thank you MAC G, for giving me the idea, and allowing me a small victory.
Stu and Bob... well, only one thing left to say to you: ,,|,,
This was a quote I got from a Stuart Fox, Executive Customer Relations Specialist in the Office of the President of T-Mobile. But that is getting ahead of ourselves...
We left T-Mobile around January because their cell towers are weak sauce here in St. George. My phone number's account with them was automatically closed because I moved my number to my new service. My Wife's was changed with the new service, so, without knowing it, it was left open with T-Mobile. Our fault. 100%.
My Wife calls and gets the final amount we owe and was told in an email that the charge would be pro-rated so that we wouldn't have to pay the full amount. Ok. Thanks.
After payment, and notification of closure of the account on the 22nd of March, we recieve another bill for the month of April. WTF?
My Wife decides it is time to get mean and asks me to get involved. (In case you were unawares, my Wife does have a bad side.... it's me.) I use a wonderful trick that I learned from MAC G, and do an Internet search for the name of the President of T-Mobile. Easy enough.
Hello Mr. Fancy Pants, his name is Robert Dotson. So using MAC G's tactic, I send my nasty, angry email to all different versions of this wahoo's name. And all but 2 bounce back. HAHA! I got him. I go to bed dreaming of the nasty response (or positive, there is always hope) that I will get the next day. I go to work and during work I get a call from Mr. Dotson's guard dog, Stuart Fox. He goes on to explain that my account was closed on the 22nd, two days after my billing cycle, so they charged us for the whole month. What about the pro-rated part from the other CS Technician? Nope. Tough luck.
We have a pretty heated conversation when he blurts out, "We Don't Stay in Business by Doing The Right Thing."
I hung up.
So there it is, people. The truth that we have always known, and was never spoken became a reality. Stu broke the mold and admitted that we are nothing more than pennies lost.
Here are the email addresses of T-Mobile's Heirarchy:
Robert Dotson, President of T-Mobile: robert.dotson@t-mobile.com and rdotson@t-mobile.com
Stuart Fox, Executive Customer Relations Specialist: ExecutiveResponse@T-Mobile.com
Thank you MAC G, for giving me the idea, and allowing me a small victory.
Stu and Bob... well, only one thing left to say to you: ,,|,,
Thursday, April 26, 2007
Lyrics: Under Pressure
A lot of things going on has got me singing this song lately and I thought I would post the lyrics, because it says it better than I ever could. My Wife. My beautiful Wife. My Love is what keeps me going. No matter what happens, it comes back to my love for her, and it DOES keep me going. I love you, Michelle.
UNDER PRESSURE
QUEEN
Pressure pushing down on me, pressing down on you, no man ask for
UNDER PRESSURE
QUEEN
Pressure pushing down on me, pressing down on you, no man ask for
Under pressure, that burns a building down
Splits a family in two, puts people on streets
It's the terror of knowing what this world is about
Watching some good friends screaming... let me out!
Pray tomorrow, takes me higher
Pressure on people, People on streets
Chipping around, kick my brains round the floor
These are the days, It never rains but it pours
People on streets, People on streets
It's the terror of knowing, what this world is about
Watching some good friends screaming... let me out!
Pray tomorrow takes me higher, higher, higher
Pressure on people, People on streets
Turned away from it all, Like a blind man
Sat on a fence, but it don't work
Keep coming up with love, But it's so slashed and torn
Why, why, why?
Love, love, love, love
Insanity laughs under pressure we're cracking
Can't we give ourselves one more chance?
Why can't we give love that one more chance?
Why can't we give love, give love, give love?
Give love, give love, give love, give love, give love?
Cos' love's such an old fashioned word
And love dares you, to care for people on the edge of the night
And love dares you, to change our way of caring about ourselves
This is our last dance, this is our last dance
This is ourselves, under pressure
Under pressure, pressure
Tuesday, April 24, 2007
Lyrics: How I have been feeling lately....
I am going to start putting up song lyrics about how I am feeling at that particular moment in time. Everybody knows the beat or some of the words, and when a song comes around that interests me to know all the lyrics, I rty and learn that song the best possible way. (Sometimes, it does involve singing im my truck.. scary, I know). First song is a good one. I heard it today, and I happened to be doing the same thing, style-wise today. Seemed appropriate:
Artist/Band: Cash Johnny
Artist/Band: Cash Johnny
Lyrics for Song: Man In Black
Well, you wonder why I always dress in black,
Why you never see bright colors on my back,
And why does my appearance seem to have a somber tone.
Well, there's a reason for the things that I have on.
I wear the black for the poor and the beaten down,
Livin' in the hopeless, hungry side of town,
I wear it for the prisoner who has long paid for his crime,
But is there because he's a victim of the times.
I wear the black for those who never read,
Or listened to the words that Jesus said,
About the road to happiness through love and charity,
Why, you'd think He's talking straight to you and me.
Well, we're doin' mighty fine, I do suppose,
In our streak of lightnin' cars and fancy clothes,
But just so we're reminded of the ones who are held back,
Up front there ought 'a be a Man In Black.
I wear it for the sick and lonely old,
For the reckless ones whose bad trip left them cold,
I wear the black in mournin' for the lives that could have been,
Each week we lose a hundred fine young men.
And, I wear it for the thousands who have died,
Believen' that the Lord was on their side,
I wear it for another hundred thousand who have died,
Believen' that we all were on their side.
Well, there's things that never will be right I know,
And things need changin' everywhere you go,
But 'til we start to make a move to make a few things right,
You'll never see me wear a suit of white.
Ah, I'd love to wear a rainbow every day,
And tell the world that everything's OK,
But I'll try to carry off a little darkness on my back,
'Till things are brighter, I'm the Man In Black.
Why you never see bright colors on my back,
And why does my appearance seem to have a somber tone.
Well, there's a reason for the things that I have on.
I wear the black for the poor and the beaten down,
Livin' in the hopeless, hungry side of town,
I wear it for the prisoner who has long paid for his crime,
But is there because he's a victim of the times.
I wear the black for those who never read,
Or listened to the words that Jesus said,
About the road to happiness through love and charity,
Why, you'd think He's talking straight to you and me.
Well, we're doin' mighty fine, I do suppose,
In our streak of lightnin' cars and fancy clothes,
But just so we're reminded of the ones who are held back,
Up front there ought 'a be a Man In Black.
I wear it for the sick and lonely old,
For the reckless ones whose bad trip left them cold,
I wear the black in mournin' for the lives that could have been,
Each week we lose a hundred fine young men.
And, I wear it for the thousands who have died,
Believen' that the Lord was on their side,
I wear it for another hundred thousand who have died,
Believen' that we all were on their side.
Well, there's things that never will be right I know,
And things need changin' everywhere you go,
But 'til we start to make a move to make a few things right,
You'll never see me wear a suit of white.
Ah, I'd love to wear a rainbow every day,
And tell the world that everything's OK,
But I'll try to carry off a little darkness on my back,
'Till things are brighter, I'm the Man In Black.
Wednesday, April 18, 2007
Greatest. Halo. Movie. Ever.
CLICK HERE
There is an original version out there somewhere, but this is easier. The Shotgun part is simply amazing.
Oh, and its called: HALOID
You'll find out why.
There is an original version out there somewhere, but this is easier. The Shotgun part is simply amazing.
Oh, and its called: HALOID
You'll find out why.
Monday, April 16, 2007
I had lunch with A homeless guy because I'm a ninja.
Type out the sentence you come up with in the comments. Feel free to show others or to post it in your BLOG.
Pick the month you were born:
January--I kicked
February--I loved
March--I smoked
April--I dry humped
May--I choked on
June--I murdered
July--I did the Macarena with
August--I had lunch with
September--I danced with
October--I sang to
November--I yelled at
December--I ran over
Pick the day (number) you were born on:
1-------a birdbath
2-------a monster
3-------a phone
4-------a fork
5-------a Mexican
6-------a gangster
7-------my cell phone
8-------my dog
9-------my best friends' boyfriend
10-------my neighbor
11-------my science teacher
12-------a banana
13-------a fireman
14-------a stuffed animal
15-------a goat
16-------a pickle
17-------your mom
18-------a spoon
19-------myself
20-------a baseball bat
21-------a ninja
22-------Chuck Norris
23-------a noodle
24-------a squirrel
25-------a football player
26-------my sister
27-------my brother
28-------an ipod
29-------a permanent marker
30-------a llama
31-------A homeless guy
Pick the color of shirt you are wearing:
White----------because I'm cool like that
Black-----------because that's how I roll.
Pink------------because I'm NOT a homosexual.
Red------------because the voices told me to.
Blue-----------because I'm sexy and I do what I want
Green---------because I hate myself.
Purple---------because I'm cool.
Gray----------because I was drunk
Yellow--------because someone offered me 1,000,000 dollars
Orange-------because I hate my family.
Brown--------because I was high.
Other-------because I'm a ninja.
None--------because I cant control myself
Now type out the sentence you made and post it in the comments. Hopefully, if the word is spread, we will get some good responses.
"EDIT: I just realized if this was true, nobody could be born on JUNE 22nd. It's true. And you know it."
Pick the month you were born:
January--I kicked
February--I loved
March--I smoked
April--I dry humped
May--I choked on
June--I murdered
July--I did the Macarena with
August--I had lunch with
September--I danced with
October--I sang to
November--I yelled at
December--I ran over
Pick the day (number) you were born on:
1-------a birdbath
2-------a monster
3-------a phone
4-------a fork
5-------a Mexican
6-------a gangster
7-------my cell phone
8-------my dog
9-------my best friends' boyfriend
10-------my neighbor
11-------my science teacher
12-------a banana
13-------a fireman
14-------a stuffed animal
15-------a goat
16-------a pickle
17-------your mom
18-------a spoon
19-------myself
20-------a baseball bat
21-------a ninja
22-------Chuck Norris
23-------a noodle
24-------a squirrel
25-------a football player
26-------my sister
27-------my brother
28-------an ipod
29-------a permanent marker
30-------a llama
31-------A homeless guy
Pick the color of shirt you are wearing:
White----------because I'm cool like that
Black-----------because that's how I roll.
Pink------------because I'm NOT a homosexual.
Red------------because the voices told me to.
Blue-----------because I'm sexy and I do what I want
Green---------because I hate myself.
Purple---------because I'm cool.
Gray----------because I was drunk
Yellow--------because someone offered me 1,000,000 dollars
Orange-------because I hate my family.
Brown--------because I was high.
Other-------because I'm a ninja.
None--------because I cant control myself
Now type out the sentence you made and post it in the comments. Hopefully, if the word is spread, we will get some good responses.
"EDIT: I just realized if this was true, nobody could be born on JUNE 22nd. It's true. And you know it."
Sad day at Virginia Tech.
My thoughts and prayers are with the Families of the Victims of the VT Shootings.
Thursday, April 12, 2007
10,000th Kill
Congratulations to "Mr B21" on being my 10,000th Kill on HALO 2 with my current Gamer Tag, "o Juggernawt o". My 5th Kill in this game was my 10,000th.
I love stats. I love HALO 2 stats a lot more. Check out my Kill-Death Ratio in the upper-right hand side. Something a HALO Geek/Gamer could be proud of.
At least I kill more than die. I hate dying. In all games I play. I hate dying because I consider it a waste of time.
I will keep my stats and comments on here, periodically. It's more for me. Trust me.
I love stats. I love HALO 2 stats a lot more. Check out my Kill-Death Ratio in the upper-right hand side. Something a HALO Geek/Gamer could be proud of.
At least I kill more than die. I hate dying. In all games I play. I hate dying because I consider it a waste of time.
I will keep my stats and comments on here, periodically. It's more for me. Trust me.
Tuesday, April 10, 2007
No Talent Hack.
What would you do if someone at your work took credit for the hard work you did?
I am a Graphic Artist.
I design Ads.
I work with a team of Graphic Artists that design Ads.
Sometimes, corrections need to be made and it is set up that if there is a correction needed to be made, ANY of the Artists can change them.
But why take credit for the whole ad, when all you did was change a little text?
This happened to me, again, today. Yes, again. But the difference between today and any other day, was I had ZERO patience. Was just the wrong day to be a *weasel* to me.
Now, I have a slight temper, and a lot of times, I curse like a sailor when I get mad. Those that did not know this, please act like you still don't know. :D Anyways, I was proud of myself. Even though I was white with anger, and mad as all get out, I did not curse. I didn't IMPLY any curse words. I simply said:
"YOU NO TALENT HACK!"
Believe it or not, yes, it was pride that filled my soul. Not only did it insult, I can honestly say I didn't curse!
WIRED TIGER: 1
EVIL DEVIL OF CUSS WORDS: 0
I do like winning sometimes.
I am a Graphic Artist.
I design Ads.
I work with a team of Graphic Artists that design Ads.
Sometimes, corrections need to be made and it is set up that if there is a correction needed to be made, ANY of the Artists can change them.
But why take credit for the whole ad, when all you did was change a little text?
This happened to me, again, today. Yes, again. But the difference between today and any other day, was I had ZERO patience. Was just the wrong day to be a *weasel* to me.
Now, I have a slight temper, and a lot of times, I curse like a sailor when I get mad. Those that did not know this, please act like you still don't know. :D Anyways, I was proud of myself. Even though I was white with anger, and mad as all get out, I did not curse. I didn't IMPLY any curse words. I simply said:
"YOU NO TALENT HACK!"
Believe it or not, yes, it was pride that filled my soul. Not only did it insult, I can honestly say I didn't curse!
WIRED TIGER: 1
EVIL DEVIL OF CUSS WORDS: 0
I do like winning sometimes.
Monday, April 09, 2007
Three Great Games on HALO 2...
Here are links to three games I recently had...
Not too shabby...
GAME ONE
GAME TWO
GAME THREE
I know.. not the greatest. But good games for an over 30 old man!
RAWR!
HALO HANDLE: "o Juggernawt o"
DO YOU KNOW WHO I AM????
Not too shabby...
GAME ONE
GAME TWO
GAME THREE
I know.. not the greatest. But good games for an over 30 old man!
RAWR!
HALO HANDLE: "o Juggernawt o"
DO YOU KNOW WHO I AM????
Wednesday, April 04, 2007
Test Driving!
I have been in the market for a new truck the last couple weeks, and after driving around and checking a few I decided on what I was going to get.
Dodge Ram 1500 - Quad Cab - 4x2.
Why the 4x2? Gas Mileage.
I have a 4x4 now and have only used it once. My life isn't exciting enough to warrant a 4x4 I guess, and the $75 fillups have got to go. I need a truck just for my big guy size, and well, growing up in Montana forces that on me. Redneck for the win.
Anyways... I go to the Dodge Dealership here and test drive a beautiful Red truck. 4x2. Only to find out that they want $32,000 for it! WHA-!?! I laughed and said.. for a 4x2? Are you insane? $10,000 more and I get a full V-10 SRT. They knocked off about $5000, but no way I am paying $27,000 for a new 4x2 truck.
So the search continues....
Dodge Ram 1500 - Quad Cab - 4x2.
Why the 4x2? Gas Mileage.
I have a 4x4 now and have only used it once. My life isn't exciting enough to warrant a 4x4 I guess, and the $75 fillups have got to go. I need a truck just for my big guy size, and well, growing up in Montana forces that on me. Redneck for the win.
Anyways... I go to the Dodge Dealership here and test drive a beautiful Red truck. 4x2. Only to find out that they want $32,000 for it! WHA-!?! I laughed and said.. for a 4x2? Are you insane? $10,000 more and I get a full V-10 SRT. They knocked off about $5000, but no way I am paying $27,000 for a new 4x2 truck.
So the search continues....
Friday, February 09, 2007
Someone asked me today....
...What is hell?
I responded with humor, "a Kansas City Chief Fan."
They laughed then said, "..no really? How would you define hell? Some say its a burning pit of fire, being eaten by maggots and tortured beyond belief. What about you?"
"Well," I started, "assuming you believe in God, I think hell would be painted like this:
You stand by a man, a dominating figure who tells you, the only rule I have is for you to never venture outside these lines. The figure then draws four lines to form a box and puts you in it. You do your work, satisfactory, but in the back of your mind, you want to know, whats on the other side of that line? What is sooo special about it, that I can't go there? Am I not special enough? and before you know it.... *poof* you touched outside the box.
Nothing happened.
Hrrmmm... ok.. so you step outside the box. You leave your foot there for one full minute.
Nothing happened.
A cop comes by and sees you in your box, and asks you, Hey... did you step outside the box?
Nope.
You sure? Because if you confess now, I can clear your name, and you will be able to live life like it didn't happen. You will remember it, but you file will be cleared.
Nope, I am fine, officer.
Ok, good luck with your box. He smiles then leaves.
You get a message later that the boss wants to see you, and you should go immediately. *BAM* the box disappears, and an arrow lights up a tunnel for you to enter.
Hello there, Boss, you wanted to see me?
Yes.
It's good to see you, Boss, nice hair cut.
Thank you, I have a question for you. Here is a video of your life, now, before we view it, is there anything you want to say?
No.
Ok.... *views tape - winces at the point of the venture outside the box* .. you left the box.
But, I fell! It wasn't my fault? It's such a small box....
I'm sorry, the rules are the rules...
What about mercy? Can't you get me out of this? PLEASE??
Do you remember the officer?
Yeah, so?... oh wait...
*Long Pause*
I gave you your chance, but I still love you. I am going to give you the choice to stay here, in this room. You will always see me, and think of me, and if you ever want to talk to me, you can just push a button, and I will talk with you. Know that I will be able to see you as well, and think of you all the time, but to talk, you will have to initiate the conversation. It's the best I can do. I love you son.
Then you enter the room, and for eternity, you watch as those who didn't venture outside the box, or plead their case with the officer, and touching, talking openly, working and playing with the Boss. You talk to him sometimes, but you feel guilty for taking him away from the others, and you spend the rest of the time, watching. Crying. "
Co-worker looked like they totally didn't understand, so I broke it down.
"In a way," I said, "It is like you said '..a burning pit of fire, being eaten by maggots and tortured beyond belief'. The torture of seeing God, all the time, unable to go up and give him a hug. The guilt of all you done, eating away at you, and the burning of embarrasment everytime he talks to you."
"Oh... I think I like the other fire's better... " then walked away.
I responded with humor, "a Kansas City Chief Fan."
They laughed then said, "..no really? How would you define hell? Some say its a burning pit of fire, being eaten by maggots and tortured beyond belief. What about you?"
"Well," I started, "assuming you believe in God, I think hell would be painted like this:
You stand by a man, a dominating figure who tells you, the only rule I have is for you to never venture outside these lines. The figure then draws four lines to form a box and puts you in it. You do your work, satisfactory, but in the back of your mind, you want to know, whats on the other side of that line? What is sooo special about it, that I can't go there? Am I not special enough? and before you know it.... *poof* you touched outside the box.
Nothing happened.
Hrrmmm... ok.. so you step outside the box. You leave your foot there for one full minute.
Nothing happened.
A cop comes by and sees you in your box, and asks you, Hey... did you step outside the box?
Nope.
You sure? Because if you confess now, I can clear your name, and you will be able to live life like it didn't happen. You will remember it, but you file will be cleared.
Nope, I am fine, officer.
Ok, good luck with your box. He smiles then leaves.
You get a message later that the boss wants to see you, and you should go immediately. *BAM* the box disappears, and an arrow lights up a tunnel for you to enter.
Hello there, Boss, you wanted to see me?
Yes.
It's good to see you, Boss, nice hair cut.
Thank you, I have a question for you. Here is a video of your life, now, before we view it, is there anything you want to say?
No.
Ok.... *views tape - winces at the point of the venture outside the box* .. you left the box.
But, I fell! It wasn't my fault? It's such a small box....
I'm sorry, the rules are the rules...
What about mercy? Can't you get me out of this? PLEASE??
Do you remember the officer?
Yeah, so?... oh wait...
*Long Pause*
I gave you your chance, but I still love you. I am going to give you the choice to stay here, in this room. You will always see me, and think of me, and if you ever want to talk to me, you can just push a button, and I will talk with you. Know that I will be able to see you as well, and think of you all the time, but to talk, you will have to initiate the conversation. It's the best I can do. I love you son.
Then you enter the room, and for eternity, you watch as those who didn't venture outside the box, or plead their case with the officer, and touching, talking openly, working and playing with the Boss. You talk to him sometimes, but you feel guilty for taking him away from the others, and you spend the rest of the time, watching. Crying. "
Co-worker looked like they totally didn't understand, so I broke it down.
"In a way," I said, "It is like you said '..a burning pit of fire, being eaten by maggots and tortured beyond belief'. The torture of seeing God, all the time, unable to go up and give him a hug. The guilt of all you done, eating away at you, and the burning of embarrasment everytime he talks to you."
"Oh... I think I like the other fire's better... " then walked away.
Friday, January 12, 2007
The Day My Brother Died... ?
Today, at 6:04 PM, my Dad called from Salt Lake City. At first, he was glubbering... telling me to "sit down... sit down... something happened... sit down"... all I could do is say What?? What Happened?? At this point... 10 Million things run through your mind... Mom died, sister... brother... Older.. younger... cousin...
I never really experienced death. My Grandparents were all dead before I was 18 and never really knew them. The closest I got was when I went to a funeral of an ex-girlfriend of mine from my Sophmore year. A most beautiful of God's Daughters. So I was new at this.
"Your brother, Ed, has Died.", Came the response.
I didn't say anything. My Wife overheard on the phone, and was shocked. As Dad went on about how no one has heard from him from his small home in the back woods of Montana, in a few days, so my brother went and broke in his house and found him...
I reflected about him. See, Ed, was my older brother. The Oldest of ten of the craziest bunch of family kids. I try and remember him. Him protecting us when we were younger, then turning and punching us for getting him involved. Heh. As fast as he was about being picking on you for being the younger, was as fast as he was about protecting you. Sure he had flaws, his infamous "Green Tea and Vodka drink to clean your Liver" theory, for example. But he was a Champion to his younger brothers and sisters. He taught me how to drive. He taught me the hardships of responsibility. I lived with him a few times, and he was a rock. Taught me that to be out on your own, meant your freedom, and with that came responsibility. You can come in at 3Am and noone will care. Many hours we played cards. He helped me buy my first new car. He helped me get my first job in the IT industry. He was always cordial to my girlfriends, and especially to my Wife.
He has done some wacky things. Even to the end, moving to Montana, renting a cabin in the middle of no where, and buying a horse. But you know... thats what he was. He loved Montana. It is gorgeous there, and I imagine how peaceful it was.
So I asked the normal questions about whats going to happen and was told the whole family is converging in Great Falls. Mom and the girls weren't doing well, but I knew it would be ok.
My worry was my Dad. It hadn't really hit him yet, but he was fragile anyways, and when it does, I hope he has the support around him to help him.
One detail was no one knew when he died. Word came to me that it was at least 5 Days. I felt guilty. I really did. 5 Days!?! And no one even checked on him. But I told myself, it wasn't that we didn't care, it was that we knew he was ok. I still believe he is ok.
After my Wife and I ate some dinner, I called my Brother. I expected him on the verge of tears, but amazingly, he was ok. Not many can find their older sibling in that instance, and be ok. As he explained it, it is harder for him to have to tell us. And I agree. Even though we are all Carlsson's; we deal with things very differently. I fight my demons inside. I always have. And I am sure I will fight this Demon for a long time. But we laughed together. Fred and I laughed. I think we both needed it.
Anyways, I know he is a much better place, because with all his faults, and chinks in his armor, he was the Champion, the Hero, and the Protection Warrior of the Family. He would do anything for anyone of us, at any given time. And now he has been called to fight in God's Army.
Go Ed. Kick some Demon Ass of your own.
I never really experienced death. My Grandparents were all dead before I was 18 and never really knew them. The closest I got was when I went to a funeral of an ex-girlfriend of mine from my Sophmore year. A most beautiful of God's Daughters. So I was new at this.
"Your brother, Ed, has Died.", Came the response.
I didn't say anything. My Wife overheard on the phone, and was shocked. As Dad went on about how no one has heard from him from his small home in the back woods of Montana, in a few days, so my brother went and broke in his house and found him...
I reflected about him. See, Ed, was my older brother. The Oldest of ten of the craziest bunch of family kids. I try and remember him. Him protecting us when we were younger, then turning and punching us for getting him involved. Heh. As fast as he was about being picking on you for being the younger, was as fast as he was about protecting you. Sure he had flaws, his infamous "Green Tea and Vodka drink to clean your Liver" theory, for example. But he was a Champion to his younger brothers and sisters. He taught me how to drive. He taught me the hardships of responsibility. I lived with him a few times, and he was a rock. Taught me that to be out on your own, meant your freedom, and with that came responsibility. You can come in at 3Am and noone will care. Many hours we played cards. He helped me buy my first new car. He helped me get my first job in the IT industry. He was always cordial to my girlfriends, and especially to my Wife.
He has done some wacky things. Even to the end, moving to Montana, renting a cabin in the middle of no where, and buying a horse. But you know... thats what he was. He loved Montana. It is gorgeous there, and I imagine how peaceful it was.
So I asked the normal questions about whats going to happen and was told the whole family is converging in Great Falls. Mom and the girls weren't doing well, but I knew it would be ok.
My worry was my Dad. It hadn't really hit him yet, but he was fragile anyways, and when it does, I hope he has the support around him to help him.
One detail was no one knew when he died. Word came to me that it was at least 5 Days. I felt guilty. I really did. 5 Days!?! And no one even checked on him. But I told myself, it wasn't that we didn't care, it was that we knew he was ok. I still believe he is ok.
After my Wife and I ate some dinner, I called my Brother. I expected him on the verge of tears, but amazingly, he was ok. Not many can find their older sibling in that instance, and be ok. As he explained it, it is harder for him to have to tell us. And I agree. Even though we are all Carlsson's; we deal with things very differently. I fight my demons inside. I always have. And I am sure I will fight this Demon for a long time. But we laughed together. Fred and I laughed. I think we both needed it.
Anyways, I know he is a much better place, because with all his faults, and chinks in his armor, he was the Champion, the Hero, and the Protection Warrior of the Family. He would do anything for anyone of us, at any given time. And now he has been called to fight in God's Army.
Go Ed. Kick some Demon Ass of your own.
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