So, here is something crazy. For whatever reason, today April 13th 2o08, I decided to look at my blog. Haven't really thought about it in a long time. I was amazed to see that the last time I posted anything to this was exactly one year ago today.
I have nothing to add to this. I never really do. My life is so mundane. The only real significant thing that has happened to me in this last year is that three important people in my life have died. First my aunt and godmother, Chrissie, then my grandmother, and then three weeks ago yesterday my sixty-two year old father. The last of these is the most surreal.
This time last year, as far as we knew dad was fine. Completely fine. No illness that we knew of except what seemed to be a chest cold that he just couldn't really shake. We found out in September that the chest cold was asbestoses coupled with Pulmonary Fibrosis. Just seven months later, he was gone. I still do not see how this is possible. Mostly, how in this day and age are people like my father still being exposed to asbestos. How can an owner of any kind of company sleep at night knowing what they are doing to the people that work for them? It's not a peaceful gentle death. My father was struggling to breathe. Think about it like this:
You have just run a 50 yard dash. Not very far I know, but you gave it everything you had so now, catch your breath. You can't. You try, and keep trying, but you can't. It's been an hour and you still can't. Days pass and you are still trying to catch your breath. No luck.
This is life with Pulmonary Fibrosis or any of the other diseases caused by asbestoses.
Did you know that until a little more than a month ago you couldn't sue companies in Alabama that exposed you to asbestos? It's true. All lawsuits in this state having to do with asbestos were made illegal in 1982. Right around the time my father was suffering his greatest exposure to the material. In 1989 strict restrictions were put in place for working with asbestos. However in 1991 the good people in the Supreme Court of Louisiana were kind enough to over turn that for the businesses that use asbestos still today.
When dad left work his boss told him,"David, I don't know how you've work here this long." Dad thought he meant that he couldn't believe that he(dad) worked in the heat and cold of the open air warehouse as long as he did. I think he was shocked that his carelessness hadn't killed my father already. One of Dad's former co-workers came to his wake and made it pretty clear that they are still exposing people to asbestos today. The regulations must be doing their job, for business.
Asbestos isn't a forgotten problem. It's is still being used in shipbuilding, brake pads, and other car parts. Dad was exposed in a warehouse where it was cut to make gaskets for ships. I will be asking the Pulmonary Fibrosis Foundation to create a memorial fund in Dad's name (John David Naylor.) You will be able to donate there if you feel the urge. Otherwise you can give to the American Lung Association, or Mesothelioma Foundation. Mesothelioma is a form of cancer caused by asbestoses. Chances are that Dad had both diseases and that's why he went so quickly.
Also, write your congress person. Let them now that no one is disposable. That any company still exposing people to asbestos are committing acts of murder.
Sorry that my first blog in a year is so depressing. It has been pretty therapeutic for me. I have been trying to find meaning in my father's death. A death many years too soon, for no good reason. By working together we can make people aware again. It is a problem that can be stopped. We can work to cure those already exposed, and stop anyone from ever being exposed again.
On that note:
On This Day In History:
I remembered my dad.
Sunday, April 13, 2008
Friday, April 13, 2007
Worst Episode Ever
This will be brief. I haven't blogged in forever but work today calls for it.
I am in the Pell City Center Theatre and the junior high is watching a movie. It's a "Christian" movie. Now the fact that this is a public school isn't why we shouldn't be watching this movie.
The reason we shouldn't be watching this low budget "Christian Inspirational" movie is that the acting in it is beyond a doubt the worst I have seen.
I have yet to see one decent, even mediocre performance. Seriously this people strive for mediocrity. They are below mediocre looking up.
It's like listening to a child read for the first time. Slow, choppy, mispronounced, and sometimes just plain awful. The difference is that with most new readers, in time they improve and their sentences flow like honey. The only thing flowing here is verbal excrement.
On that note:
On This Day in History:
Thomas Jefferson was born on April 13, 1743, at Shadwell in Albemarle County, Virginia. A member of the Continental Congress, he was the author of the Declaration of Independence at the age of 33.
I am in the Pell City Center Theatre and the junior high is watching a movie. It's a "Christian" movie. Now the fact that this is a public school isn't why we shouldn't be watching this movie.
The reason we shouldn't be watching this low budget "Christian Inspirational" movie is that the acting in it is beyond a doubt the worst I have seen.
I have yet to see one decent, even mediocre performance. Seriously this people strive for mediocrity. They are below mediocre looking up.
It's like listening to a child read for the first time. Slow, choppy, mispronounced, and sometimes just plain awful. The difference is that with most new readers, in time they improve and their sentences flow like honey. The only thing flowing here is verbal excrement.
On that note:
On This Day in History:
Thomas Jefferson was born on April 13, 1743, at Shadwell in Albemarle County, Virginia. A member of the Continental Congress, he was the author of the Declaration of Independence at the age of 33.
Wednesday, December 13, 2006
Pinochet, or Pinot Chet
So this morning as I was preparing to come to work and goof off for a bit I starting thinking about things to blog about. First thing that came to mind was the mispronunciation of deceased Chilean President Augusto Pinochet's last name(pronounced pee-no-shay) all last week by NPR reporters. I can't stand it when someone uses a hard T sound when a word ends in "et" ever since I studied French in high school. But as I prepared to sit down this morning at 7:30 to waste the first half-hour of my day something happened. The high school.
God only knows what was the cause, but half the school's power was out, and there were surges throughout the rest of it. So off I go to deal with that and spend four hours there going all over the school once the power was restored to look at computers, that according to their users were "Fri-ied, I knows it." I will say that we do have one cooked monitor in a classroom, and one dead motherboard in the "Liberry." However, I don't think either was really related to said power outage. So finally now five hours later I can rant about Pinochet.
I guess what bugs me most about it is that it was NPR reporters doing it. I mean if local favorites Rick and Bubba had pronounced it "Pie-on-chet" I wouldn't have been surprised in the least. Or if other big time southern redneck DJ's Johnboy and Billy or their closeted producer Randy had mispronounced this name it would have been very common place. But dammit this is NPR for God's sake. They are supposed to be better than that. I mean this isn't some small time morning show gone national, it's NATIONAL PUBLIC RADIO! I know that it is considered OK to pronounce it the other way, but it I equate this with pronouncing my hometown as Mo-bile or Mobil, it's MOBILE(Moe-Beale)
And yes I appreciate the irony that I am not necessarily using the correct spellings of the phonetic pronunciations, but why the hell should I? Pinot Chet? I mean come on.
And on that note:
On This Date In History:
Oh and Little Buddy,
WHAT,WHAT!
God only knows what was the cause, but half the school's power was out, and there were surges throughout the rest of it. So off I go to deal with that and spend four hours there going all over the school once the power was restored to look at computers, that according to their users were "Fri-ied, I knows it." I will say that we do have one cooked monitor in a classroom, and one dead motherboard in the "Liberry." However, I don't think either was really related to said power outage. So finally now five hours later I can rant about Pinochet.
I guess what bugs me most about it is that it was NPR reporters doing it. I mean if local favorites Rick and Bubba had pronounced it "Pie-on-chet" I wouldn't have been surprised in the least. Or if other big time southern redneck DJ's Johnboy and Billy or their closeted producer Randy had mispronounced this name it would have been very common place. But dammit this is NPR for God's sake. They are supposed to be better than that. I mean this isn't some small time morning show gone national, it's NATIONAL PUBLIC RADIO! I know that it is considered OK to pronounce it the other way, but it I equate this with pronouncing my hometown as Mo-bile or Mobil, it's MOBILE(Moe-Beale)
And yes I appreciate the irony that I am not necessarily using the correct spellings of the phonetic pronunciations, but why the hell should I? Pinot Chet? I mean come on.
And on that note:
On This Date In History:
Daniel Webster, Argument Before the Supreme Court in the Dartmouth College Case, 1819.
With these words, Daniel Webster concluded his successful defense of the inviolability of the royal charter of Dartmouth College which was originally obtained on December 13, 1769.
"In his landmark Dartmouth College v. Woodward decision (1819)," Gerard W. Gawalt and Marvin W. Kranz of the Manuscript Division of the Library of Congress write of the case:
Chief Justice John Marshall (1755-1835) supported the inviolability of the charter as a contract and ruled that the college, under the charter, was a private and not a public entity. As such, the school was protected from the state's regulatory power through the contract clause of the United States Constitution. By interpreting the contract clause as a way of protecting corporate charters from state intervention, Marshall established the Constitution as a powerful tool for safeguarding property rights and limiting state authority.
Oh and Little Buddy,
WHAT,WHAT!
Monday, December 04, 2006
Oh For God's Sake
You know I hate to admit it, but each day I become more and more of a computer geek.
There are things that I just can't abide. One thing in particular is using computer terms incorrectly. The most common misuse, and the one I hate the most is "I downloaded it to my computer." Now if you understand that last phrase the way it's supposed to be then you know that what it infers is that someone went to a website, server, or another computer and copied a file from that location to their local computer. I can even except that phrase if someone copied a file to a jump/thumb/flash drive and then copied it to their computer(I include all the names I can think of for them, but exclude the ones that make no sense, even though I hear them more often than the correct names.)
What I hate most about this phrase it when someone uses it to mean that they installed the software from a CD to their machine. Let me give you a clear understanding of the difference.
"I was on the website, found the software, and downloaded it to my machine." CORRECT USAGE (even if the sentence is incomplete because you still have to install the software once it is downloaded, but since that is assumed it's OK.)
"I put the CD in the drive and downloaded the software to my computer." INCORRECT USAGE.
OK, I will admit that in some technical way that is still some what correct. If it were still 1996 and we were all still on DIAL-UP. But we're not, and it's been ten years. The meanings have changed people. It makes my job, and by extension my life that much harder when someone uses the incorrect terminology when describing their computer problems to me. If you tell me you installed the program from a CD, then I don't start looking for spy ware and the like. But if you told me that you DOWNLOADED the program onto your computer, I'm going to start looking to see if anything else was downloaded, and INSTALLED with it. This can be a huge waste of time if the CD you INSTALLED from was from a trusted manufacturer and was not loading anything you weren't aware of.
I have, unfortunately, grown to except that when ever someone tells me that they "Downloaded" the software on to their machines that I must ask if they did so from the Internet, or from a CD. However, when I ask a tech savvy person this question I (without fail) get a raised eyebrow and a bewildered look which lets me know they are second guessing if hiring me to work on their computer was such a good idea after all. None the less, I will have to continue to ask this question for years to come for two reasons. One, the terms could change usage again and be once more be inter-changeable. The sad second reason is that even though the generation after my own has had computers around them longer, I can't trust that they know as much or more than I do. I mean come on, Al Gore hadn't even invented the Internet until after I had graduated high school people.
You may be wondering what has prompted all this. Simple. I work from a tech database that keeps track of all the service calls teachers have entered so that I know where the problems are and where I have to go to next. Well one entered today sparked this tirade. It is as follows. See if you can spot what set me off:
"I have 2 computers in the front of my room that I have not been able to use at all because they will not connect to the enternet."
I mean for God's sake. On that note,
On This Date In History:
Martin Van Buren, eighth president of the United States and founder of the Democratic Party, was born on December 5, 1782 in Kinderhook, New York. Just five feet six inches tall, Van Buren earned the nicknames "The Little Magician," and the "Red Fox of Kinderhook" for his legendary skill in political manipulation. Alongside his gift for politics, however, Van Buren harbored a strong sense of idealism that led him, late in his career, to oppose the westward expansion of slavery.
Oh and Little Buddy,
WHAT,WHAT!
There are things that I just can't abide. One thing in particular is using computer terms incorrectly. The most common misuse, and the one I hate the most is "I downloaded it to my computer." Now if you understand that last phrase the way it's supposed to be then you know that what it infers is that someone went to a website, server, or another computer and copied a file from that location to their local computer. I can even except that phrase if someone copied a file to a jump/thumb/flash drive and then copied it to their computer(I include all the names I can think of for them, but exclude the ones that make no sense, even though I hear them more often than the correct names.)
What I hate most about this phrase it when someone uses it to mean that they installed the software from a CD to their machine. Let me give you a clear understanding of the difference.
"I was on the website, found the software, and downloaded it to my machine." CORRECT USAGE (even if the sentence is incomplete because you still have to install the software once it is downloaded, but since that is assumed it's OK.)
"I put the CD in the drive and downloaded the software to my computer." INCORRECT USAGE.
OK, I will admit that in some technical way that is still some what correct. If it were still 1996 and we were all still on DIAL-UP. But we're not, and it's been ten years. The meanings have changed people. It makes my job, and by extension my life that much harder when someone uses the incorrect terminology when describing their computer problems to me. If you tell me you installed the program from a CD, then I don't start looking for spy ware and the like. But if you told me that you DOWNLOADED the program onto your computer, I'm going to start looking to see if anything else was downloaded, and INSTALLED with it. This can be a huge waste of time if the CD you INSTALLED from was from a trusted manufacturer and was not loading anything you weren't aware of.
I have, unfortunately, grown to except that when ever someone tells me that they "Downloaded" the software on to their machines that I must ask if they did so from the Internet, or from a CD. However, when I ask a tech savvy person this question I (without fail) get a raised eyebrow and a bewildered look which lets me know they are second guessing if hiring me to work on their computer was such a good idea after all. None the less, I will have to continue to ask this question for years to come for two reasons. One, the terms could change usage again and be once more be inter-changeable. The sad second reason is that even though the generation after my own has had computers around them longer, I can't trust that they know as much or more than I do. I mean come on, Al Gore hadn't even invented the Internet until after I had graduated high school people.
You may be wondering what has prompted all this. Simple. I work from a tech database that keeps track of all the service calls teachers have entered so that I know where the problems are and where I have to go to next. Well one entered today sparked this tirade. It is as follows. See if you can spot what set me off:
"I have 2 computers in the front of my room that I have not been able to use at all because they will not connect to the enternet."
I mean for God's sake. On that note,
On This Date In History:
Martin Van Buren, eighth president of the United States and founder of the Democratic Party, was born on December 5, 1782 in Kinderhook, New York. Just five feet six inches tall, Van Buren earned the nicknames "The Little Magician," and the "Red Fox of Kinderhook" for his legendary skill in political manipulation. Alongside his gift for politics, however, Van Buren harbored a strong sense of idealism that led him, late in his career, to oppose the westward expansion of slavery.
Oh and Little Buddy,
WHAT,WHAT!
Monday, November 27, 2006
The Road to Hell is....
Every time I get back into the whole blog thing I say to myself,"OK. This time we'll make it work. This time I intend to stick to this and write my thoughts, current events, etc." Of course my resolve only last about as long as one or two posts, then I'm outta here again. Then the next time I promise myself, "OK this time, post something everyday, even if you have nothing to post about." Unfortunately that seems to be the gist of just about every post. It's seems ironic that part of my blogs name, "Why Am I In Here? Because I've got something to say," is a lie. I don't like lying. I really don't. So I resolve again to post something everyday in an effort to making this a habit. Then maybe something will come out that I never knew I had in me.
Someone once told me that it takes 21 days to make a habit and 21 days to break one. Thing is, can you really make this a habit? I mean aren't habits things like biting your nails, or drinking too much coffee(which I do). I can't imagine that this could become a real habit because habits are the things that when we can't do them, we go a little batty. You know? I mean I can't see myself having the DT's the next time the power goes out and I can't post anything for a few days. That I think is why not posting is an easy habit for me to have. I feel shame for making plans to post my thoughts on the web, then not having thoughts to post, and then not posting anything at all. As far as I can tell that is a habit, because every other habit I have(just about) brings me shame. I guess not the good habits, saying please and thank you, opening Kaleigh's door when we get in the car(I would open it for her to get out but she's too fast for me and one time hit me with the door.) So I guess I will just keep popping in from time to time to look around and say nothing in particular.
I will share this before I go. Yesterday we(not the royal we but Kaleigh, Little Buddy and I) went and saw the new Chris Guest movie For Your Consideration which was for the most part a good movie with a somewhat sad ending. Anyway, the part I want to talk about was the guy who came with his parents and sat behind us. I think he was somewhere between 19 and 22 years old. Not any older than that, and since I'm the only one who got a look at him K and LB aren't much help in determining his age. The thing about this guy was that when he laughed really hard, it was absurd. I mean the laugh. Not that it took something absurd to make him laugh, since sometimes he laughed for no reason at all.
I have heard some bad laughter before. Some annoying, make you want to hit something/one laughter, but this guy takes the cake. It was loud, long, and high pitched. At first I thought that it was a joke, or that the guy was making fun of people who liked the Chris Guest movies. I quickly realized that no, that was indeed the way this ridiculous boy laughed. That's when I figured out what was really going on. He was there with his parents, who love him but know that his laugh is ridiculous. They can't say anything to him because when you are a parent you can't really tell your child, "Hey, when you laugh it makes dogs commit suicide." You just can't say that sort of thing to your kid. Sooo, what do you do? Easy, take your kid to a movie where they are sure to laugh, and hopefully laugh a lot. For these parents no problem(as I have said he laughed at stuff that wasn't funny at all). Then make sure you sit near some people preferable someone like Larry David who will have the ability to turn to your child and say something like, "What's going on back there? Are you having some sort of fit? I mean seriously a laugh like that could be used as a weapon. If you ever need some information from someone and they won't speak up just take this guy in the room and make him laugh for about five minutes. There's your information end of story."
Something along those lines. The best things is as a parent you can take these opportunities to help your child. "Sweetie, don't listen to what that man said. Your laugh isn't that bad, but maybe if it would make you feel more comfortable, you could learn to laugh a little more on the inside." You can sooth the hurt feelings while getting the job done. This is what I believe the parents of this guy where trying to do, but I am no Larry David. I bet the next thing they try is to get him to start smoking. Not because they want him to get sick, but to try and deepen the sound of that laugh. Make it a lower tone so that at least bats don't attack his mouth anymore.
Huh, how about that. I had something to say after all. On that note,
On This Date In History:
November 27, 1746 marks the birth of Robert R. Livingston, jurist, statesman, and political leader of the Revolutionary period. Livingston served on numerous committees in the Continental Congress, including the one that drafted the Declaration of Independence, helped draft New York's first constitution, and served as the minister to France at the time of the Louisiana Purchase.
Oh and Little Buddy,
WHAT,WHAT!!
Someone once told me that it takes 21 days to make a habit and 21 days to break one. Thing is, can you really make this a habit? I mean aren't habits things like biting your nails, or drinking too much coffee(which I do). I can't imagine that this could become a real habit because habits are the things that when we can't do them, we go a little batty. You know? I mean I can't see myself having the DT's the next time the power goes out and I can't post anything for a few days. That I think is why not posting is an easy habit for me to have. I feel shame for making plans to post my thoughts on the web, then not having thoughts to post, and then not posting anything at all. As far as I can tell that is a habit, because every other habit I have(just about) brings me shame. I guess not the good habits, saying please and thank you, opening Kaleigh's door when we get in the car(I would open it for her to get out but she's too fast for me and one time hit me with the door.) So I guess I will just keep popping in from time to time to look around and say nothing in particular.
I will share this before I go. Yesterday we(not the royal we but Kaleigh, Little Buddy and I) went and saw the new Chris Guest movie For Your Consideration which was for the most part a good movie with a somewhat sad ending. Anyway, the part I want to talk about was the guy who came with his parents and sat behind us. I think he was somewhere between 19 and 22 years old. Not any older than that, and since I'm the only one who got a look at him K and LB aren't much help in determining his age. The thing about this guy was that when he laughed really hard, it was absurd. I mean the laugh. Not that it took something absurd to make him laugh, since sometimes he laughed for no reason at all.
I have heard some bad laughter before. Some annoying, make you want to hit something/one laughter, but this guy takes the cake. It was loud, long, and high pitched. At first I thought that it was a joke, or that the guy was making fun of people who liked the Chris Guest movies. I quickly realized that no, that was indeed the way this ridiculous boy laughed. That's when I figured out what was really going on. He was there with his parents, who love him but know that his laugh is ridiculous. They can't say anything to him because when you are a parent you can't really tell your child, "Hey, when you laugh it makes dogs commit suicide." You just can't say that sort of thing to your kid. Sooo, what do you do? Easy, take your kid to a movie where they are sure to laugh, and hopefully laugh a lot. For these parents no problem(as I have said he laughed at stuff that wasn't funny at all). Then make sure you sit near some people preferable someone like Larry David who will have the ability to turn to your child and say something like, "What's going on back there? Are you having some sort of fit? I mean seriously a laugh like that could be used as a weapon. If you ever need some information from someone and they won't speak up just take this guy in the room and make him laugh for about five minutes. There's your information end of story."
Something along those lines. The best things is as a parent you can take these opportunities to help your child. "Sweetie, don't listen to what that man said. Your laugh isn't that bad, but maybe if it would make you feel more comfortable, you could learn to laugh a little more on the inside." You can sooth the hurt feelings while getting the job done. This is what I believe the parents of this guy where trying to do, but I am no Larry David. I bet the next thing they try is to get him to start smoking. Not because they want him to get sick, but to try and deepen the sound of that laugh. Make it a lower tone so that at least bats don't attack his mouth anymore.
Huh, how about that. I had something to say after all. On that note,
On This Date In History:
November 27, 1746 marks the birth of Robert R. Livingston, jurist, statesman, and political leader of the Revolutionary period. Livingston served on numerous committees in the Continental Congress, including the one that drafted the Declaration of Independence, helped draft New York's first constitution, and served as the minister to France at the time of the Louisiana Purchase.
Oh and Little Buddy,
WHAT,WHAT!!
Wednesday, November 22, 2006
No Gnus is Good Gnus
I have been running over in my mind what, if anything I should blog about today. I started to think I would keep a journal of things that happened during my day, but I work on computers, what's fun about that? Of course yesterday the network went down at the high school. Took us three hours to find the problem. Not a lot of interest there. Kaleigh and little buddy suggested that I start writing stories as scripts. I thought about using this to write the screenplay for a movie I call Between The Lines. It's a story about parking lot painters. I think it could be a dark comedy. I would use this to get the buzz going, but right now it's just an idea, and ideas can be stolen. Ho hum. Time to make the donuts, and by make the donuts I mean clean the apartment before it's filled to capacity.
One more thing:
On This Date In History
On Friday, November 22, 1963, President John F. Kennedy was shot as he rode in a motorcade through the streets of Dallas, Texas. At his death, the 35th president was 46 years old and had served less than three years in office. During that short time, Kennedy and his young wife, Jacqueline Bouvier Kennedy, became immensely popular both at home and abroad.
I was just talking to my Father In Law about this because it's his birthday today too.
Oh and Little Buddy,
WHAT,WHAT!!
One more thing:
On This Date In History
On Friday, November 22, 1963, President John F. Kennedy was shot as he rode in a motorcade through the streets of Dallas, Texas. At his death, the 35th president was 46 years old and had served less than three years in office. During that short time, Kennedy and his young wife, Jacqueline Bouvier Kennedy, became immensely popular both at home and abroad.
I was just talking to my Father In Law about this because it's his birthday today too.
Oh and Little Buddy,
WHAT,WHAT!!
Tuesday, November 21, 2006
New Look for 2007
Ok so I know it's not 2007 yet, but in two days this blog will be a year old. So in keeping with the idea of upgrades and what not I'm giving this blog a face lift.
So look around. New content will be added shortly. I have to put back my links to things that I enjoy. Homestar Runner, NPR, etc. I may even add a link to my "myspace" page, but I can't right now because we have that blocked at work. Long story.
Lastly,
On This Date In History:
November 21, 1789, North Carolina ratified the Constitution to become the twelfth state in the Union. The vote came approximately two hundred years after the first white settlers arrived on the fertile Atlantic coastal plain.
How about that? Oh and Little Buddy,
WHAT,WHAT!!
So look around. New content will be added shortly. I have to put back my links to things that I enjoy. Homestar Runner, NPR, etc. I may even add a link to my "myspace" page, but I can't right now because we have that blocked at work. Long story.
Lastly,
On This Date In History:
November 21, 1789, North Carolina ratified the Constitution to become the twelfth state in the Union. The vote came approximately two hundred years after the first white settlers arrived on the fertile Atlantic coastal plain.
How about that? Oh and Little Buddy,
WHAT,WHAT!!
Monday, November 20, 2006
One Year On The Net!!
So I started this just about a year ago.
Wow where has the time gone. I have figured out that since I started this blog I have traveled to 20 of the 50 states, and 2 of our territories (Puerto Rico and St. Croix). I am now working for a school system in St. Clair County(mentioned in an earlier Blog. Took some time but the blanket finally covered me.)
So what does the next year have in store. Well with a freshly elected Congress ready to make real changes in our country who knows. Sorry I had to make that joke.(They won't change anything, they are all members of the same country clubs and lobbyist groups people. Wake up!)
Anyway, our first thanksgiving together as man and wife is set to be busy in that we are both working part time jobs, me at Barnes and Nobles, Kaleigh at Banana Republic. However, we are both off on Thanksgiving day as it should be(Thank you Mr. Lincoln. Read a history book, you'll know what I mean.)
Well it's not long before a new year. Can you believe that 2006 is almost over? It's amazing. Looking forward to whats to come. Maybe I'll resolve to work on this blog more. Thing is, when you work on computers all day long, the last thing you end up spending your time doing is blogging. Maybe I'll start a "On This Date In History" blog filled with mundane facts that are of little use to the anyone. At least then I could get my history fix before starting a day of "No I said 'right' click."
Peace out bloggers and broseph,
"WHAT,WHAT!"
Wow where has the time gone. I have figured out that since I started this blog I have traveled to 20 of the 50 states, and 2 of our territories (Puerto Rico and St. Croix). I am now working for a school system in St. Clair County(mentioned in an earlier Blog. Took some time but the blanket finally covered me.)
So what does the next year have in store. Well with a freshly elected Congress ready to make real changes in our country who knows. Sorry I had to make that joke.(They won't change anything, they are all members of the same country clubs and lobbyist groups people. Wake up!)
Anyway, our first thanksgiving together as man and wife is set to be busy in that we are both working part time jobs, me at Barnes and Nobles, Kaleigh at Banana Republic. However, we are both off on Thanksgiving day as it should be(Thank you Mr. Lincoln. Read a history book, you'll know what I mean.)
Well it's not long before a new year. Can you believe that 2006 is almost over? It's amazing. Looking forward to whats to come. Maybe I'll resolve to work on this blog more. Thing is, when you work on computers all day long, the last thing you end up spending your time doing is blogging. Maybe I'll start a "On This Date In History" blog filled with mundane facts that are of little use to the anyone. At least then I could get my history fix before starting a day of "No I said 'right' click."
Peace out bloggers and broseph,
"WHAT,WHAT!"
Friday, July 14, 2006
God Lord! Where have I been?
That's a good question. Where have I been? Well I think that since the last time I put anything up here I have been all around the country and to the Virgin Islands. And oh yeah, I got married. So how about that. I don't think I'll add much here. I was checking out Erin's blog the other day and I remembered to come in here and check things out, you know change the picture and what not. But the fact is, I don't have anything to add. And turns out that if you spend 8 hours a day on a damn computer, often times when you get home, the last thing you want o do is get back on another damn computer to edit a blog no one reads. Interesting isn't it. Well tomorrow is the big 31 for me. And there was much rejoicing. OK. I'm done. Unless of course work continues to be boring. BTW, new job, no travel, three gray walls, I hate cubicals.
That's a good question. Where have I been? Well I think that since the last time I put anything up here I have been all around the country and to the Virgin Islands. And oh yeah, I got married. So how about that. I don't think I'll add much here. I was checking out Erin's blog the other day and I remembered to come in here and check things out, you know change the picture and what not. But the fact is, I don't have anything to add. And turns out that if you spend 8 hours a day on a damn computer, often times when you get home, the last thing you want o do is get back on another damn computer to edit a blog no one reads. Interesting isn't it. Well tomorrow is the big 31 for me. And there was much rejoicing. OK. I'm done. Unless of course work continues to be boring. BTW, new job, no travel, three gray walls, I hate cubicals.
Saturday, March 11, 2006
Long time no post.
The wedding plans are moving along. We have picked out the Tuxedos and have ordered all the bridesmaids dresses. It's almost here. We are at 89 days and counting.
You know I sit here and I am trying for the life of me to think of something interesting to write about, but I got nothing.
We just came from a dinner party at my parents house and there was a person there I have known most of my life and I just keep thinking about a story he told of how he saved the life a man and his son while hiking in the Grand Canyon.
It's a really moving story and he tells it with complete modesty. He leads hiking trips all the time through there and last summer he and his crew came across a man lying in the sun with his 9 year old son sitting and just crying.
The boy told Tim -the guy who told the story- that another hiking party had just gone by and left them there. Tim said he had obviously been crying for sometime when they came accross them. Tim explained that many times when hiking out there, if you are having problems that last thing you can do is take on more problems. None the less, Tim and his group decided to help.
The dad was a paramedic and knew his vital signs were bad so he told Tim to just leave him there and get his son out. Tim told the guy that he was going to get him into some shade, cool him down and then they were going to get him out of there.
They were at the bottom of something called the Devil's Corkscrew, because of the lack of shade on the way up. So Tim point to some shade way off in the distance and told the dad, "We going to get you out of here, but your going to have to make it to that shade up there, and then you can rest again.
Then Tim strapped the dad's backpack to his, and they started up. He said that the little boy started running in circles around him and one of the other members of his team as they made their way up the hill. The little boy was just so happy that someone was helping them, he couldn't stop running around. It made Tim tired just to watch him. He said as they were going up the hill that the boy reminded him more and more of a little Robby Naylor. I said that in 20 years that he'd slow down.
Long story short, well too late for that, but here's the end. They made it. The dad, the boy, everyone. It's much more amazing to hear Tim tell it. The last thing I tell you was something the little boy told Tim. He said that when the first group left them that he started praying, and he prayed harder than he ever had before. "Harder than the time my mom told me to pray to decide what school to go too." Then the boy said that as soon as he finished his prayer, Tim and his crew came around the corner and he knew they were going to be ok.
It's really something. The nicest thing about hearing Tim tell this story was just how humble he was. Not telling it to make himself look better, just to make God look better.
Sorry if this was too preachy for any of you. It was just a moving story and I wanted to share.
See you next time.
The wedding plans are moving along. We have picked out the Tuxedos and have ordered all the bridesmaids dresses. It's almost here. We are at 89 days and counting.
You know I sit here and I am trying for the life of me to think of something interesting to write about, but I got nothing.
We just came from a dinner party at my parents house and there was a person there I have known most of my life and I just keep thinking about a story he told of how he saved the life a man and his son while hiking in the Grand Canyon.
It's a really moving story and he tells it with complete modesty. He leads hiking trips all the time through there and last summer he and his crew came across a man lying in the sun with his 9 year old son sitting and just crying.
The boy told Tim -the guy who told the story- that another hiking party had just gone by and left them there. Tim said he had obviously been crying for sometime when they came accross them. Tim explained that many times when hiking out there, if you are having problems that last thing you can do is take on more problems. None the less, Tim and his group decided to help.
The dad was a paramedic and knew his vital signs were bad so he told Tim to just leave him there and get his son out. Tim told the guy that he was going to get him into some shade, cool him down and then they were going to get him out of there.
They were at the bottom of something called the Devil's Corkscrew, because of the lack of shade on the way up. So Tim point to some shade way off in the distance and told the dad, "We going to get you out of here, but your going to have to make it to that shade up there, and then you can rest again.
Then Tim strapped the dad's backpack to his, and they started up. He said that the little boy started running in circles around him and one of the other members of his team as they made their way up the hill. The little boy was just so happy that someone was helping them, he couldn't stop running around. It made Tim tired just to watch him. He said as they were going up the hill that the boy reminded him more and more of a little Robby Naylor. I said that in 20 years that he'd slow down.
Long story short, well too late for that, but here's the end. They made it. The dad, the boy, everyone. It's much more amazing to hear Tim tell it. The last thing I tell you was something the little boy told Tim. He said that when the first group left them that he started praying, and he prayed harder than he ever had before. "Harder than the time my mom told me to pray to decide what school to go too." Then the boy said that as soon as he finished his prayer, Tim and his crew came around the corner and he knew they were going to be ok.
It's really something. The nicest thing about hearing Tim tell this story was just how humble he was. Not telling it to make himself look better, just to make God look better.
Sorry if this was too preachy for any of you. It was just a moving story and I wanted to share.
See you next time.
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