I think they’re both doobs. Maybe I’ll read the book. I guess you can only get thrown under a bus so many times before you decide to fight back.
Archive for May, 2008
And I get a 1000 hits for the month. Plenty of lurkers here (compared to my hit count from like a year ago). Not too many comments.
I feel terrible. I’ve been a neglectful person for weeks now. Somewhere in the middle of April I lost touch with her and now I don’t know if she’ll ever forgive me. I walk past her everyday. In fact, multiple times a day. There she is, staring at me, leaning against my wall. Beckoning. In the past, I couldn’t resist her curves. No way would I walk on by without a simple caress or touch. Now? Now it as if she is some cheap dime store hooker. I barely blink when I see her staring at me. She’s hurt, I know it. I know to the deepest part of my soul.
I hear her on the radio. She’s crying. She’s upset. Why oh why has he left me alone for so long?
This wasn’t intentional. No way. I have had a life long love affair with you. I couldn’t see this coming myself. We have been through so much together. How could I do this to you? You helped me through some of my darkest periods of life. You were the wise counsel when things got hard. I will never forget that. You gave me so much enjoyment. I have many memories of you, my dear.
I can’t just throw this away, can I? The entire relationship just ended because of my lack of interest? What kind of person am I? Heartless. Will she ever forgive me? While life passes by, will we meet again in unity? The memories flood my banks. I love her, though I have despised her. I miss her, though I pretend her very existence is false.
Well, after some thought. After much thought, I have reached a decision. I can no longer be alone like this. I can no longer neglect the one I love. For weeks now I have ignored her. This ends today. I will carry you in my arms. I will touch you, my love. You were my first love.
We will make more memories again, my friend.
We will make more music.
I’m down at the inlaws right now just bumming around. We’re about to head out to LBI (the other side of the bay) to have lunch at the Barnegat Lighthouse and hit up the beach all afternoon. Maybe we’ll get in some mini golf for good measure. My wife can always beat me, and my almost 2 year old daughter is about as good as me. I just enjoy whacking balls as hard as possible.
RANT: Subway has a contest in which all grade schoolers (public and private) are invited to enter a sweepstakes writing contest. The winner will get $5,000.00 to their school for athletic equipment. The one problem? They specifically exclude homeschoolers from this. Sheesh. While my daughter is too young, we are going to homeschool. We can’t afford a Christian private school, and feel that the public school system anywhere is simply inferior. Test results and scholastic achievements will affirm this time and time again.
Anyway, don’t eat Subway, support your local greasy sub shop for the next time you are tempted to eat a grinder.
I hate this kind of news. With a passion. My prayers go out to this family who have tragically lost their youngest daughter.
The 5-year-old daughter of Grammy-winning Christian music star Steven Curtis Chapman was struck and killed Wednesday by a sport utility vehicle driven by her brother, authorities said. Click here.
Well, I passed the Microsoft 70-290 exam for Windows Server 2003. This was a surprise to me as I came into the test with an utter lack of confidence.
The exam wasn’t too bad, though it took me just a little over 2 hours to finish. The room where the test center was setup must have had the heat cranked up to about 90 degrees. I was sweating, I was nervous, I was convinced I would fail.
To prepare for this exam, I spent the last few weeks logging 25 to 30 hours of studying. The practice exams I had were iffy, because I failed some, passed some, depending on the exam.
Anyway, this is a good monkey off my shoulders for the long weekend.
Marriage, as intended by God is to be between 1 man and 1 woman. That being said, the California Supreme Court has shot down the law placed that defined marriage as between a man and a woman. They defined this as unconstitutional.
Well. Here it is. I don’t care what people do on their own. However disgusting it is to me, I don’t want to get into the habit of allowing the government to prohibit or condone either way.
Now. To get more to the point. I am not for gay people getting married and adopting. As God says: Marriage = a union between a man and a woman. He in fact does go into detail his disdain for homosexuality, along with murderers, hypocrites, thieves, etc. The government should not dictate who is and isn’t married. Why should we need to sign a document for the government’s purpose just to show we are married.
You see, when the government starts condoning someone’s belief it has the duty to then condone others. If gay people can get married, why not dogs? While the same folks on the streets of Sacramento are celebrating their recent “success” they hypocritically criticize the Mormons in Texas who happen to have more than 1 wife. Yes, gay people, if you are to be allowed to married, shouldn’t the whack-jobs in Texas be allowed to register multiple wives?!? Hrmm?
Anyway, this is just a rant. I realize we have more pressing issues going on, like: Will the Celtics win a game on the road!?!?!?!
Yesterday’s commute home was very fun. Sure, I had two beasts of a hill, but what goes up, most come down. While on 53 North looking towards Denville from the top of Mt. Tabor the traffic was bumper-to-bumper for as far as I could see. Let me just say that it was completely satisfying passing these people down the hill. While climbing Mt. Tabor, my left legged started to cramp up. So I eased off a bit, stretched it out, and gliding down the other side of the hill was pure joy.
My drive home takes from 30 to 40 minutes. My bike ride home took 35 minutes, and that was adding an extra half mile to avoid the 10 and 202 rush hour crush, which would be too dangerous on a bike at 5:30. Seriously, I tried not to smirk as I passed by everyone stuck in traffic. I’ll try to pull over and take a few pictures tonight with the Q. Hopefully traffic will be just as lousy.
I ride a Specialized Hardrock with fat knobby tires. If this becomes serious, I wonder how much shorter the commute time would be were I to purchase a road bike.
Well, after all these years of talking myself out of it, I slipped once early this morning and talked myself into riding my bicycle to work.
I packed a change of clothes, a couple wash cloths, and my study books into my backpack. Away I went! I actually saw a few bike commuters on the way. One was a lady turning southbound onto 53 from the Denville Train Station, another was cruising northbound on 53 towards Morristown. I guess riding a bike to work isn’t as odd as I once thought.
This being my first time and all, I actually arrived way too early. My normal 15 – 20 minute drive into work took just over 30 minutes. I was at work at 7:20 this morning. My normal start time is 8:30. Well, I changed into my work clothes, had some water, powered up the slow one (T42 running Vista Business…bad combo) and cooled off for a few minutes. I then walked over to DD’s for a large iced coffee with the special .99 egg and cheese on a biscuit.
This is the first of many, I hope. Maybe this will turn into a lifestyle.
Check out one of my daily reads. Noah is a KC bike commuter. Not sure how I stumbled on his blog, but I’ve been reading it for about a year. Great photos, and this dude inspired me to get off my fat butt, and got onto the saddle.
“As tough and big as he seems, he is real wimpy around doctors or any type of medical situation,” Cynthia Rodriguez said. “I was, like, not even having a baby; he was the one. The one nurse had a cold cloth on his head, the other nurse had the blood pressure on his arm and my mother was like rubbing his back — and he is passed out on a couch.
“And I am there, in the middle of labor, and really, I am not being paid much attention to besides the doctor and a couple of nurses. And he is there, moaning. In between pushing, I am going, ‘Honey, are you OK?’ And are you breathing? Are you OK?'”
Well, the purse slap incident that occurred in the 04 ALCS makes a heck of a lot more sense to me. Dirt Dog he is not.