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| Hi everyone. For those of you that don't know, around June of 2005, I sent Kari to adopt two kittens for the farm. Being the softie she is, she brought 4 home and said we could pick the two we wanted and try to give the others away. Thus began our life with S'mores, Ash Lee, Zoey, and Cat-tastrophe. After a few medical problems, everyone was in great health except for maybe an ear mite problem(Ash). Cat-Tastrophe and Zoey were eventually adopted by my Sis/BF, Liz, and are living the good life. S'mores and Ash were eventually put back outside to be in the barn. We lost S'mores in an accident, and Ash has been on her own for awhile. She has other cats out there, like Zippo and damn Crystal, but she only tolerates Zippo. Well, recently, we noticed that Ash has been getting big in the middle, and it's not soft flabby fat, but like a solid little round mass. So it's ither cancer, or.......Ash is knocked up. Everyone seems to think she is pregnant. So pretty soon, I may be a grandfather. Of course, being the strict religious person I am, she is un-married, so I will have to send her away under the auspices of visiting a sick aunt in Wyoming(a good excuse because Wyoming doesn't exist{It's true. When Amerigo Vespuccia designed America, he had a big empty space in the upper left and since the Italian word for "nuthin-a there" is wyomin, that's what he called it. Seriously. What's in Wyoming? Nothing. Do you know anyone from there? No. It's just kept on the map for tax reasons, and to confuse terroists.}), and then when she returns, she will have adopted children from a mission. And no matter what Kari says, I'm naming these ones after either Harry Potter, Jaws/Clerks/Mallrats characters, prescription drugs. So Bludger,Snitch,Luna, Neville,Brody, Quint, Silent Bob, Zoloft, Prozac, etc.....
So other than that, I lost track of my cell phone today, so it's either on the train, and hopefully someone hears it and turns it in, or it's in my car. Either way it's beeping up a storm from the text I sent it and also the missed calls. OK, enough for today. | |
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| Wow, it has been awhile since I updated my "blog". Not much has been goin on. Got my new phone and I am warming up to it. If I had two things to change about it, one would be the dumbass storage system for names and numbers. EVERY number or email has it's own entry. so for lets say my boss, there are three entries. One for his cell, one for his desk, and one for his email. Now my kyocera had them all under one heading and it was cleaner. I'm thinking I should just list everything as it is i.e. Kari (cell) and Kari (home) instead of under kari. Also, as a result of the system, the voice dialing is weird. I'm used to programming the name in, but this make you say the name and it chooses for you what it thinks you said. Two is the key lock. I like an auto key lock where it locks the pad when you don't use it. The phone has side buttons for the camera and you can activate it if it isn't locked and drain you battery faster than anything. The battery is pretty good on this. But I wish it was solar powered, like old People.
Yes, old people are solar powered. Well, they don't get their energy from the sun, but the sun provides the energy to keep celluar fission going inside their reactors. You see, fission requires heat, and the sun provides the energy for them to keep up the heat they lose thru fission. I know what you are thinking. What the hell is this guy taking, but I think the facts bear out my theory.
#1. Old people are up at the crack of dawn, and you almost never see them out past sundown. Coincidence?
#2. Middle of summer and they are wearing ten layers of clothes and still complain it's cold. Why? The clothes serve two purposes. First it keeps as much heat as it can inside, like insulation. Two is that it shields us from the radiation they throw off.
#3. Did you ever get behind some of them driving and they don't move, what do you do? You turn your headlights on. That provides a boost of energy to them, and they start to move faster. It's true, try it yourself. If you can't find old people, just drive to silverton/ toms river. You'll find them quick(or should I say slow).
#4. Look at the sunglasses some of them wear. They remind me of the goggles they wear when dealing with welding or other bright sources. Like the sun. See, they need to check the posisiton of the sun every so often to know how long they have till their power source disappears.
But then again, it's just a theory. I could be wrong. I wanna know what you think. Call me at this journal. | |
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| So my weekend was pretty good. Friday stunk somewhat because my TransitCheks from work didn't show up, so I had to shell out an extra $100 for my train ticket. Then I went to turn in my phone and they made me shell over $53 for that. I got a motorola e815 and I have to tell you, I'm not that impressed. The battery life is leaving me something to desire, and the phone on a whole just isn't to my liking. They give me the option to turn it in again within 15 days and I'll get the choice of another. I think I might take that. There was an audiovox I was kinda keen on. I have the numbers and i think I will look them up again and decide.
On Saturday we decided to hit GA early and catch some rides. We got off to a later start than I would have liked, but then again, I hate Benny's and being around them. We got to GA round 11-11:15 and tried to get Ken in on a free pass coupon that was vaguely worded and the first booth attendant said yes, but the ticket person said no. So I felt the little tingle in my head in my "debate center" that was brought on by coffee, Benny hatred, and anti-establishmentism. I started getting my mojo up in line and by the time I hit the first one, I was pumped. I get her manager next and debated with him. HE was a little better than she was. I asked to speak to HIS manager and after waiting 5 minutes, the first girl came back with an offer of 50% off and keeping the coupon. Ken took the deal, and they also gave him a 75% off coupon for the next visit. So Ken ended up with 3 visits to GA for the price of 3/4 admission. I think I could have done better, but the combination of a time strain and me also missin my front teeth went against my case.
After Kari tried to kill me twice on coasters, one of our party fell victim to the looney toon chefs. Kari and I parted ways and went to the outlets. Got myself some nice skin tite shorts for my bike riding, a terra-cotta thing to keep my gahlic in, and a wicked cool ConAire electric trimmer. It works surprisingly well on my goatee and mustache and I am very happy with it. I now have a more executive "Richard Branson" goatee. I like it. We came home, I showed off my new shorts, but Kari didn't like them, so i obliged her in taking them off. I made hamburgers for dinner and we retired to watch the totally crappy M Night Sham-o-lan's "The Village". Seriously, the movie blows. I told Kari that the Villagers were actually dead and we meet Bruce Willis and that weird Hally Jose Omlet kid in the end. She didn't buy it, but I think it woulda been a better ending.
Sunday mornin I passed out till 11am, and we did some runnin around and came home and nothing much else happened. I made meatroaf and corn bread and it was pretty good.
OK, on that note, I'm gonna finish up me laundry and hit the sack. Talk to you all morrow at work.
Goodnight Manchester! | |
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