Wednesday, August 31, 2005

Join us

Open invite!
I am going to the Greater Pittsburgh Renaissance Festival on Saturday. Actually, I, the Boy, JT, becca (maybe), my friend/co-worker Shaun, and his son, will all be heading to the Festival at about 10:00 AM. Those of you who are close enough to make the trip, and who have the time to do so, feel free to join us!
I am seriously looking forward to this year's because I get a substantial bonus check on Friday, and I will have serious cash to drop while we're there. This is going to be great! I promised my son that I'd buy him a short sword from my favorite blacksmith. And, YES, I fully expect to find something for myself as well. Not to mention, I'm hoping the armorers are there this year, and the guy who does bronze sculptures, and the wizards-staff makers and, and the family that makes/sells pewter figurines. And of course, there's the food - it is traditional for us to have the ever popular roasted turkey drumsticks... mmmmmmmmmmmmmmm.
I promise that I'll have pics from this to post!

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F-ing spam!!!

Ya know... I've been getting a few spam comments here and there over the last couple of weeks. Originally, I thought nothing of it since I can easily delete them by logging on and hitting the little trash can that appears under each one. But now I've had it!
14 F-ing spam comments on a single post within minutes of one another!
So I think I'll go ahead and sign on for "word verification". I know that will make things a bit annoying for visitors who wish to comment. But it will eliminate the accursed spam!
I feel like I've been forced into this against my wishes.

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Something else that sucks

Ever since I posted the results of my sneaky-ninja test, my entire sidebar has shifted to the bottom of my page.
I hate that!
Now first time visitors have no idea about any of the stuff I've posted previously, or my archives, or Essays, or my "Quotes...", or anything else that might be of interest to them. It better not stay that way for long. I'd hate to have to delete that post, but if I'm left with no other options, so help me... I'll do it!


Sunday, August 28, 2005

Pics from the party

As promised. Below are a few of the pics I took at last weekends festivities. There were many more, but I think I'll wait on posting any of them. Some of them are simply good pics of different subjects, rather than party shots. I'll share them later.


The birthday girls

My mother-in-law and my daughter Posted by Picasa

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Mmmmmmmmmmm... cake

Need I say more? Posted by Picasa

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The kids

From the left: Aliesha, Haley, Mikey, Bob, Cathy (sitting), Sara, Callie (both on Cathy's lap), and Emily Posted by Picasa

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The Girl

Aliesha was having a good time Posted by Picasa

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Assassin !!!

He just came outta nowhere with that squirt gun and started nailing everyone! Posted by Picasa

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Saturday, August 27, 2005

The week in review

It's been brutal... and I don't usually say that! But that's the only way to describe this week at work.
In addition to the 4:30 AM start time, I've been stuck doing Material Handling for an indefinite period of time. One of my co-workers discovered that he has a hernia, and is no longer able to lift anything more than 10 pounds. Therefore I was selected to replace him. I know that I've lamented this particular duty in other posts because it is always such a painful experience for me.
Material Handlers are those of us who take the empty parts containers from the various production lines to the warehouse where they are refilled. Then we return those containers to their respective locations. It is a job that requires continuous movement, with a great deal of lifting and carrying. The reason why this is so painful for me is because I'm morbidly obese. That, and I'm ridiculously out of shape, and I'm also getting old. Maybe I should mention having flat-feet, too. Always a problem when you're on your feet all day.
It isn't bad enough for me when I have to do this as a regular 8 hour day, but now I'm stuck with it for at least 10 and a 1/2 hours (sometimes more) a day. This, of course, has only been complicated by the fact that we've been working shorthanded all week, too. Typically there are 4 people to do the job for the electro-mechanical assembly lines of the production floor, 20 seperate production cells in all. Usually there are only about 12 cells running, but this last week all 20 have been running full-bore... complete with all of the overtime. There've only been two of us for most of the week. We had one "temp" who couldn't seem to show up on time. And I'm not talking about 10-15 minutes late, I'm not even talking about showing up an hour or two late. This moron couldn't get his lazy ass out of bed before 10:00 AM. When he failed to show up by 6:30 (our normal starting time) on Wednesday, my supervisor told the temp agency to cut him loose.
So now I'm stuck as a Material Handler for an indefinite period of time. At least until something changes somewhere. Either they'll add more bodies to our shift, or they'll find a need for me to perform some other task which will outweigh their need for me to continue to handle.
I'm hoping that something gives this coming week, because my feet, ankles and knees are killing me. Not to mention that my nerves have been frazzled by some of my more pathetic co-workers and their inability to discern the notion that two people are hardly a sufficient amount of staffing for the current production capacity. If these people had any idea how close some of them have come to dying...
That last statement is explored a little more closely in my next post.

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Assorted ramblings

I'm hoping you've already read the post above this one. If not... go back and read it before you get started. That way, I won't have to explain anything here.
The following are some quips and replies that I had for several of my co-workers throughout the week.

"Actually, Kathy, you have to have a "give a damn" before it can be "busted"."

"Nope, sorry, I'm all out of rat's asses to give to anyone, for anything."

"Yeah... I tend to get a little cranky when I'm expected to do the work of two or more people at once."

"And your predicament is my problem... How?!?"

"But if I choked the life out of you right now, both of our problems would be gone!"

"No, "aggitated" is not quite the word I would use to describe my current state of mind. I'd say I'm somewhere between "psychotic" and "homicidal". Now, could you please get out of my way?"

"You do realize that you're only a heartbeat away from going into the cardboard compactor?"

"I guess it's too late to tell you that I'm not even going to dignify that with a response?"

"Wait here. I'm going to get you a bullet. Feel free to put it through either of our skulls."

"If I hear one more of you complain about how long you're waiting for parts, I will personally see to it that you do this job for me for the rest of the week!"

"It's not that I don't care, I just don't have the time to care right now. Maybe I'll be able to care about it later."

There were more, but I promised myself I wouldn't use such language on my blog anymore.

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Friday, August 26, 2005

I'm sorry... I lied

It was not intentional, though. I would've had sufficient time and opportunity to post at least a "Quote..." for each day, and maybe even a brief mention of my day's highlights, but my monitor died on me. Perhaps it was for the better because my week was brutal.
But never fear! I found a decent new 17" flat screen at Wal-Mart for just over $100. So I made sure to grab that tonight before the Steeler game, so I could at least post this before kick-off... which I didn't quite manage to accomplish. But I'm close enough.
So... I shall say "good-night to all" so that I might enjoy the game. I will post more over the weekend, including the pics from Aliesha's birthday party which I promised previously (I haven't even downloaded them to my computer yet).


Tuesday, August 23, 2005

This strange silence

In the event that I don't get much posted over the next few days it is because things are so absolutely insane at work. I'll be starting at 4:30 AM and working until 3:00 PM for the rest of the week. That means getting to bed earlier than I usually do, and getting up earlier as well. I'm at least making an attempt to get a "Quote..." up for each day that I can't get a full post on the blog. I hope that you can all make do with that.
And... if I seem a bit irrate in any of my posts, chalk it up to the fact that I managed to get through the day without having to kill any of my co-workers, but still feel some need to vent a little.

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Quote for 8/23/05

"Most men make little other use of their speech than to give evidence against their own understanding."
George Savile


Monday, August 22, 2005

Quote for 8/22/05

"It is not merely of some importance but is of fundamental importance that justice should not only be done, but should be manifestly and undoubtedly be seen to be done."
Lord Hewart


A smashing success

Well... Aliesha and my mother-in-law had there birthday party yesterday at my sister-in-law's house and everything went very well. They had a luau theme to the party which was really nice. The decorations were all very tropical and colorful.
There was no conflict between Jo and I, which is always a good thing. However, we really didn't say much to one another either. And I was hoping to talk to her about a few things that we need to discuss, but I guess that was neither the time nor the place for such a discussion.
Her mother kept asking about her little incident from the other day. I noticed that Jo had made no mention of having invited a strange man back to her place. Which only goes to show that she knows she'd get an earful about it.
The kids enjoyed splashing around in the pool, so did I. And the weather was just nice enough that it was refreshingly cool, not freezing, to get in or out of the water.
It was nice seeing everybody again. In fact, this was the first time that I'd seen Jo's sister, Michelle, and her family since Easter of last year.
I have pics from the event which I'll post later.

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Saturday, August 20, 2005


No sooner did I finish the previous post than I get a phone call telling me that the car was not stolen but "borrowed", and was broken down at a Sheetz in Irwin.
That's all I'm going to say for now. I still have a Bullet Award to compose for the other blog.

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A rude awakening

I'm at a loss at the moment because I'm still trying to process information that I haven't really been given yet. But I felt a great need to post about it already, rather than wait until all of the info is in. To be completely honest, I'm not sure I'll ever have all of the info. So here goes...
I worked 4 hours of OT this morning, 5:30-9:30, then headed to the Credit Union for a few bucks for gas for next week and cash to pay for Aliesha's birthday cake tomorrow. As I was already out, I decided that it was well past time for a haircut. So I headed to the place where I get my hair cut (please note that I said hair cut not hair done - for that whole metrosexual discussion we had earlier this week - real men get their hair CUT, not done!). And afterwards headed home. It was still early, about 11:00, so I opted for a nap.
Sometime around 1:00, Aliesha comes into my room with the cell phone. It was Jo (the eventually-to-be-EX). She wanted to know if I knew the license plate number for her car (still in my name).
The thought ran through my head immediately, "Why can't she just look outside and see it for herself?".
Can you tell where this is going?
Jo began to explain. She went out after work to the little redneck-dive that's about a mile from her place. A place she became familiar with just before she decided that she wanted a divorce. While she was there she met some guy (yes, a complete stranger) who asked her if she could give him a ride to Greensburg, since he was a little too drunk to drive himself. Being the kind soul that she is, she told him that she wasn't going there tonight, but if he wanted to spend the night on her couch, she would take him in the morning.
When she woke up (I'm sure I don't need to finish the next sentence, but I will anyways) the car, her keys, her checkbook and wallet as well as her newly cashed paycheck, were all gone.
She called the police, and they yelled at her about doing something so stupid before they dispatched a unit to get her information. Then she called me, and I began to yell at her about the same stupidity (yes, she's getting a Bullet Award for this), but I stopped myself before I upset her anymore than she already was.
As for whether or not I had the plate number, nope. I no longer had a need to know it since I no longer had the car. But I had the Vehicle ID Number from the insurance papers, so I gave her that and our policy number so she'd have them. I'm sure the police can get the tag number from the registration info.
As for any other information that she wasn't telling me. There is a part of me that really believes her when she says that she was just trying to help someone out. But there's another part of me that actually believes she was trying to hook up with this guy, and she got burned. And that's the part of the story that I'll never really know about for sure.
I'll pass along any new info as I get it.
Sucks to be her!

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Friday, August 19, 2005

Quote for 8/19/05

"When you have nothing to say, say nothing."
Charles Caleb Colton


Thursday, August 18, 2005

Something to think about

Today is the 9th Anniversary of an extraordinary event which occurred in my life. But, rather than re-post the entire story for my newer visitors, I've decided to spare my old-time regulars from having to deal with it again... unless of course they wish to follow the link back to re-read the tale.

In light of the above story, and of the multitude of other stuff that is currently going on in my life. I must say that I've been reflecting on just where my life is going these days, and pondering over where God is leading me. But I don't want that to sound too serious.
I've been trying to keep my life filled with laughter and lightheartedness in an effort to stave off some of the pain of my pending divorce. It catches up to me every so often and leaves me feeling somewhat empty and depressed. Still, I'm blessed to have both friends and co-workers who share in my warped sense of humor - and I include you all, my blogger contacts, among my friends - who are always willing to share a kind word or a humorous thought with me when I need it.
However, there is something else that looms over the horizon for me. I will be turning 40 this year.
I do not dread this thought the way so many others seem to. I actually welcome the change, and hope that I can use the milestone as a marker for a great turning point in my life. But I'm sooooo hoping to have a big Birthday Bash, but I doubt that I'll be able to pull it off. I know my house is in no shape to entertain... at least not yet. And I know that I can't afford to rent a hall of any kind for it. Besides there's the whole issue of my friend, Moe, who's still staying here and should be in the process of moving out when my birthday rolls around. But that will make things just impossible to manage for a great party. But as I said, I'm sooooo hoping to do something anyways.
Well, I just thought I'd share that with all of you because you will all be invited if I can pull it off. Expect to hear more before the middle of October. And for those of you who have the time to travel, or are close enough to make the trip, keep the last weekend in October open... just in case!

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Wednesday, August 17, 2005

Alright! I'm in!

OK, I'm signed up to do the Football Picks with Faith and H. This shall be very interesting.
Anybody else who might be interested, feel free to join us. All you have to do is ask us for the info on which group is ours.
I'm going to circulate this to some of my co-workers and see if any of them are willing to throw their 2 cents into this.
Good luck to all!

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Time For God...

I received this e-mail, from not just one person, but 3 others as well. So, I thought I'd be kind enough to share it with all of you. But I also wanted to say that I've got a few remarks to make afterwards (next post). Remarks that may seem somewhat uncharacteristic or unexpected of me, but I really need to get them out there.
Enjoy (he said with a sarcastic grin)!

Let me tell you, make sure you read all the way to the bottom. I almost deleted this email but I was blessed when I got to the end.


God, when I received this e-mail, I thought...
I don't have time for this, and this is really inappropriate during work. Then, I realized that this kind of thinking is exactly, what has caused a lot of the problems in our world today.
We try to keep God in church on Sunday morning, maybe Sunday night, and the unlikely event of a midweek service.
We do like to have Him around during sickness, and of course, at funerals. However, we don't have time, or room, for Him during work or play because that's the part of our lives we think we can, and should, handle on our own.
May God forgive me for ever thinking that there is a time or place where He is not to be FIRST in my life. We should always have time to remember all HE has done for us.
If, You aren't ashamed to do this...
Please follow the directions. Jesus said, "If you are ashamed of me, I will be ashamed of you before my Father." Not ashamed? Pass this on ONLY IF YOU MEAN IT!!
Yes, I do Love God. HE is my source of existence and Savior. He keeps me functioning each and every day. Without Him, I will be nothing. But, with Christ, HE strengthens me. (Phil 4:13)
This is the simplest test.
If You Love God, and are not ashamed of all the marvelous things HE has done for you, send this to ten people and the person who sent it to you!
I don't think I know 10 people who would admit they love Jesus. Do You love Him?


I knelt to pray but not for long, I had too much to do.
I had to hurry and get to work For bills would soon be due.
So I knelt and said a hurried prayer,
And jumped up off my knees.

My Christian duty was now done
My soul could rest at ease.
All day long I had no time
To spread a word of cheer.
No time to speak of Christ to friends,
They'd laugh at me I'd fear.

No time, no time, too much to do,
That was my constant cry,
No time to give to souls in need
But at last the time, the time to die.

I went before the Lord, I came,
I stood with downcast eyes.
For in his hands God held a book;
It was the book of life.

God looked into his book and said
"Your name I cannot find.
I once was going to write it down...
But never found the time"

Now do you have the time to pass it on?
Make sure that you scroll through to the end.

Easy vs. Hard

Why is it so hard to tell the truth but Yet so easy to tell a lie? Why are we so sleepy in church but right when the sermon is over we suddenly wake up? Why is it so hard to talk about God, but yet so easy to talk about nasty stuff? Why is it so boring to look at a Christian magazine, but yet so easy to look at a nasty one? Why is it so easy to delete a Godly e-mail, but yet we forward all of the nasty ones? Why are the churches getting smaller, but yet the bars and dance clubs are getting larger? Do you give up? Think about it. Are you going to forward this, or delete it?

Just remember-God is watching you. Prayer Wheel. Let's see the devil stop this one!

Here's what the wheel is all about. When you receive this, say a prayer for the person that sent it to you. That's all you have to do. There is nothing attached. This is so powerful. Do not stop the wheel, please. Of all the free gifts we may receive, prayer is the very best one. There are no costs, but wonderful rewards.

May God keep you and bless you. If this doesn't give you chills, nothing will. This message is very true. Hope you are all as blessed as I was from this story. I wonder how many people will delete this without reading it because of the title on it?

There once was a man named George Thomas, pastor in a small New England town. One Easter Sunday morning he came to the Church carrying a rusty, bent, old bird cage, and set it by the pulpit. Eyebrows were raised and, as if in response, Pastor Thomas began to speak.
"I was walking through town yesterday when I saw a young boy coming toward me swinging this bird cage. On the bottom of the cage were three little wild birds, shivering with cold."
"What are you gonna do with them?" I asked.
"Take 'em home and have fun with 'em," he answered. "I'm gonna tease 'em and pull out their feathers to make 'em fight. I'm gonna have a real good time."
"But you'll get tired of those birds sooner or later. What will you do?"
"Oh, I got some cats." said the little boy. "They like birds. I'll take 'em to them."
The pastor was silent for a moment.
"How much do you want for those birds, son?"
"Huh?!?! Why, you don't want them birds, mister. They're just plain old field birds. They don't sing. They ain't even pretty!"
"How much?" the pastor asked again.
The boy sized up the pastor as if he were crazy and said, "$10?"
The pastor reached in his pocket and took out a ten dollar bill. He placed it in the boy's hand. In a flash, the boy was gone.
The pastor picked up the cage and gently carried it to the end of the alley where there was a tree and a grassy spot. Setting the cage down, he opened the door, and by softly tapping the bars persuaded the birds out, setting them free.
Well, that explained the empty bird cage on the pulpit, and then the pastor began to tell this story.
One day Satan and Jesus were having a conversation. Satan had just come from the Garden of Eden, and he was gloating and boasting.
"Yes, sir, I just caught the world full of people down there. Set me a trap, used bait I knew they couldn't resist. Got 'em all!"
"What are you going to do with them?" Jesus asked.
Satan replied, "Oh, I'm gonna have fun! I'm gonna teach them how to marry and divorce each other, how to hate and abuse each other, how to drink and smoke and curse. I'm gonna teach them how to invent guns and bombs and kill each other. I'm really gonna have fun!"
"And what will you do when you get done with them?" Jesus asked.
"Oh, I'll kill 'em," Satan glared proudly.
"How much do you want for them?" Jesus asked"
"Oh, you don't want those people. They ain't no good. Why, you'll take them and they'll just hate you. They'll spit on you, curse you and kill you. You don't want those people!!"
"How much?" He asked again.
Satan looked at Jesus and sneered, "All your blood, tears and your life."
Jesus said, "DONE!"
Then He paid the price.
The pastor picked up the cage, he opened the door, and he walked from the pulpit.

Notes: Isn't it funny how simple it is for people to trash God and then wonder why the world's going to hell? Isn't it funny how someone can say "I believe in God" but still follow Satan (who, by the way, also "believes" in God)? Isn't it funny how you can send a thousand jokes through e-mail and they spread like wildfire, but when you start sending messages regarding the Lord, people think twice about sharing? Isn't it funny how when you go to forward this message, you will not send it to many on your address list because you're not sure what they believe, or what they will think of you for sending it to them? Isn't it funny how I can be more worried about what other people think of me than what God thinks of me?
I pray, for everyone who sends this to their entire address book, they will be blessed by God in a way special for them.

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... And my thoughts on such e-mails

I don't know about you, but this kind of stuff really irritates me!
It isn't that I don't agree with the message of the various different items that were in this e-mail. I do agree with what the e-mail is trying to say. But I hate the way the person who put it together attempts to play on the guilt of anyone who might be reading it.
Everybody who knows me, whether it be from this blog, my work, or from my private life, is fully aware of my faith and my firm Christian convictions. I do not need to send a pathetic chain-e-mail-letter to everyone I know in order to convince anyone that I am faithful to my calling to not be ashamed of the gospel of Jesus Christ. And I certainly don't need to send it as a means of soothing my own conscience. Which is what I believe this e-mail is really all about.
Well, guess what?!?! Whoever the author/originator may be...
You are not the Holy Spirit! Stop trying to do His work!
It is not the job of any human being to try to use guilt as a means of getting someone to start thinking about God, or their relationship with Him. We are called to plant a seed by speaking the truth in love. Sometimes that does mean pointing out a persons particular sin while still showing mercy and compassion to that person.
Conviction is the work of the Holy Spirit. The guilt that He places in our hearts leads to repentance. This e-mail is like the guilt of a mother asking "Why don't you ever call? Would it kill ya to visit an old woman?". And this type of guilt only creates resentment. It makes our reaction to God seem as if it is an obligation, and not a labor of love. And that's what I find to be so disturbing about the overall message.
God does not hold us to any obligation to act in a certain way. But He expects us to do so out of our love for Him, and our gratitude for what He has done for us. We shouldn't have to be told to do what is right, we should already be willing to do it. Besides, for anyone that this kind of e-mail might appeal to, wouldn't they already be willing to send it on without the guilt-ridden prompting to do so? And would we really appreciate getting this from someone who never seems to care about such things otherwise? Wouldn't that seem to be a bit hypocritical of them?

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Allow me to clarify

On the whole Meterosexual/Bubble-Bath thing...
I find the whole concept of Metrosexuals to be both repulsive and unnatural. I think that the whole concept has been shoved down our throats by activists within various groups which would like to subject men to their own form of submission (I've recently posted on this idea). And ladies, if you're looking for a guy that spends as much time and money on primping as you do, you have issues!
It's one thing for a guy to take care of himself and exercise a bit of personal pride in his own appearance, but when he's shelling out as much for skin or hair care products as he is for car maintainance, there's something seriously wrong with him. Any real man ought to have better uses for both his time and money. And ladies, you ought not to encourage such wasteful uses of such valuable resources.
I, myself, am what is called a Retrosexual. I idolize John Wayne, Clint Eastwood, and Mel Gibson. I believe that The Three Stooges were comedic geniuses. I watch sports on TV. I watch The History Channel and war movies. I own guns and knives and other unique forms of weaponry! I eat red-meat as often and as rare as possible (and would even kill my own dinner if the resturaunts allowed it). I believe that pizza, wings, ribs and beer are a food group unto themselves! I believe in being honest without fearing hurting someone's feelings with the truth. I believe in saying what I mean and meaning what I say. I believe that every man ought to know some of the basics of car maintainance. I believe in good-old-american-know-how. I believe in chivalry. I hold doors open for a lady. I believe that men ought to have the utmost respect for women, but that doesn't mean being a floor mat. I like sex - and prefer that it be with someone I love and not by myself!
And the only place for Bubble-Baths is when it is a part of that last one. Candles, flowers and bubbles have a place in romance that every man needs to utilize with his lady. But, like sex, these things are not meant to be enjoyed by one's self.

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Monday, August 15, 2005

My recent flurry of comments

OK ladies... that would be you Faith and H.
I was about to head to bed, but thought I'd check my e-mails first. I guess you two must've figured that I'd be staying up to watch the game - which I did (screw the overtime at work)! So allow me to address the comments yinz have been tossing at me over the last few minutes.
H: Yeah Baby! Steelers looked great tonight! My idea of a Bubble-bath is either a hot tub or a tub full of champagne (WOOHOO!!!) Meterosexual?!? I'd rather eat a bullet! But that doesn't mean I don't take care of myself. And yes, the Promise's should have a greater variety of actual quotes. As for joining in... I'll explain my system below
Faith: That "smile" philospohy has gotten me into, and out of, a great deal of trouble! And, please share your thoughts on my "on top" remark... a guy deserves his fantasies!
My system:
Perhaps yinz aren't old enough to remeber a TV show called What's Happening. It was about 3 african-american teenage guys getting through life togther. One episode that has remained in my mind for lo these many years (the show was on in the mid 70's) was one in which one of the guys (Duane - "Hey-Hey, Hey-Hey") was hitting big time with his football picks. So much so, that the other guys managed to convince somebody to bet a substantial sum of money on one of Duanes picks. It was either the first or second year that the Tampa Bay Buccanneers were in the league - back when they had those funky Orange and White uniforms and the Errol Flynn looking buccanneer on their helmets. And the Bucs were playing the Oakland Raiders and Duanne picked the Bucs.
After the game started to look really bad the guys asked Duanne about his system. At which time he explained this elaborate sequence of calculations from the teams stats. It all sounded very impressive until he revealled that that was how he determined the score.
How did he pick the winning team? The team with the coolest helmet!
That's me ladies! I don't pay any attention to stats or standings, I go with who I like, or against who I don't like. And I'm not sure that such a system is worthy of such admirable adversaries as yourselves. Besides, it'd probably suck to be yinz if I actually managed to steal your rankings with a system like that.

OK... I'm going to bed now. I'll respond to anything else yinz have to share later on. G'nite!

Quote for 8/15/05

"Smile! People will wonder what you've been up to."
From the wrapper of a Dove, Promise, chocolate (they're kinda like fortune cookies minus the Chinese buffet, and targeted to women).

This is actually a part of my lifes-philosophy. And to make this even more uncanny...
I've gotten this particular "Promise" 4 times - twice in one day even.

Promises, promises

OK, so the ladies I currently work with have these chocolate candies, called Promise's, that they keep handy in case anyone ever needs a chocolate fix. And I've explained the whole wrapper/fortune cookie thing in my "Quote..." from today. Now to make things even more interesting. To prove that these things are definitely, and specifically, aimed at women, I opened one up this morning to read the following;
"It's a bubble-bath kind of day"
Uuuuuuuuuuhh - yeah! When did I become gay?
Fortunately for me, one of my other co-workers, a rather attractive young lady, opened one that said;
"Discover yourself today"
Her response was to ask "I wonder what they mean by that?"
To which I replied "It says 'discover', not 'examine', yourself."
Yes, everybody chuckled at this. However, the thought that lingered inside my warped and twisted gray-matter remained unspoken. Because you never can tell where that invisible line is between Sexual Harrassment and a joke. Though I did share it with one of the ladies who keeps the chocolate on hand, since she's been known to tell a few "colorful" jokes herself. And what was that lingering thought?
"Hey... somewhere between my Bubble-bath and you're discovering yourself, we might be able to work something out."

Sometimes I can be really bad. And yes, I've realized that it's been pretty close to a year since Jo left me - and I'm really feeling it lately.

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For those of you who wished to know...

Moe's Bash on Saturday night was postponed. The individual who was supposed to cover his shift at work had a family emergency and couldn't cover. So Moe ended up working.
However, there is good news. He is attempting to re-schedule the event. Hopefully, more of you will be able to attend this time.
I will keep everyone informed as I am informed.


Sunday, August 14, 2005

Quote for 8/14/05

"Indeed I tremble for my country when I reflect that God is just."
Thomas Jefferson

In spite of the fact that I agree with history on the issue that Jefferson was not a Christian, but a Deist. His words and writings often betray a deeper understanding of the true nature of the Almighty than Deism accounts for. Perhaps those who are so vocally in favor of the so-called "seperation of church and state" should examine his wisdom more closely.


Saturday, August 13, 2005

Do me a favor , please

To those of you who visit regularly, I'd like to ask you to do me the favor of visiting my other blog, Bullet Awards, to cast a vote on my most recent post. It would be much appreciated.


It's the little things

A brief conversation arose at work yesterday from the following statement; "There's nothing like the smell of fresh baked bread.". I find myself in agreement with that.
After having heard this remark I was stirred to reflect on some of the other "little things" that make life so much worth living. And, yes, I am convinced that all of them are gifts from God. The fact that He would fill our world with so many simple pleasures for us to enjoy, only goes to reinforce what JT and I discussed (briefly in the comments) in my essay Pondering The Greatness Of God.
Here are a few of the things that I've been able to enjoy during my lifetime. Feel free to post your own in my comments.

The colors of a sunrise
The colors of a sunset
A full moon
The star-filled curtain of night
Seeing a shooting star
Watching an eclipse
Billowy white clouds on a blue summer sky
Dark gray skies of an approaching storm
Thunder and lightning
A summer breeze
Swimming in the Atlantic Ocean
Standing on the Continental Divide in the Rocky Mt's
The smell of honeysuckle
The taste of honey
The taste and texture of chocolate
Chocolate Chip Cookies, still hot from the oven
Oreo Cookies
A cold glass of milk to wash 'em down
Ice cream
Cotton candy as it evaporates on my tongue
The smell of steak on the grill
Hearing music
The guitar solo on Pink Floyd's, Comfortably Numb
The bass line on The Pretender's, Ohio
Beethoven's, Moonlight Sonata
Mozart's, Requiem
Playing my bass
Playing with my kids (when they were younger)
The laughter of children
Laughter among friends
Tears between friends
A good joke
A long hug
A vigorous back-rub
A sly come-hither look in a woman's eyes
The soft warmth of a woman's body
Smelling perfume on the nape of a woman's neck
The taste of a kiss
Making love (yeah, I'm starting to miss the EX now)

I think that I shall stop now. I have no desire to write anything more illicit than what I've already come up with. Besides, the last few have been taking me in a direction that I can no longer enjoy in their fullness. But the memories are still magnificent to hold onto.

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Thursday, August 11, 2005


"Why do people wince when they see that number?"
That was this mornings topic of discussion. I'll explain why.
As we started work this morning I noticed that the lot number on one of our components was 666. I also noticed that everyone who saw that number had a visible reaction to it, which was subsequently followed by a vocal response as well. And after everybody had settled-in to their respective places I posed my question. Believe it or not, nobody knew the right answer to that question.
I understand why everybody considers it to be "the Devil's number", but it's not the Devil's number; it's the Anti-Christ's number. That's what the Bible tells us. And even that, it is more of a metaphor to warn us against the systems of men, which always fall prey to the designs of Satan, not because there will be an actual number that we all have to have tatooed on our heads or hands. But, like so many other aspects of the Christian faith, this is something that has been relegated to the level of superstition.
Every once in awhile, I'll see a kid with a black T-shirt that has 666 on it somewhere. And most of you are aware of the fact that I take a distinct pleasure in messing with peoples heads. So, whenever I feel moved to do so with these kids, I'll approach him/her to ask them a very simple question.
"So, do you really worship Satan, or are you just trying to be rebellious?"
None of them ever really consider themselves to be Satanists, and therefore, they exhibit some level of intelligence by admitting that it's more about rebellion. And that's when I ask them the follow up questions.
"You do realize, that by using that number, you are actually endorsing what the Bible teaches? You are being "counter-rebellious" to what you seem to want to rebel against by accepting it to yourself?"
Blank stares usually follow.
As a result of these various conversations/encounters, I've come to a wholehearted agreement with C.S. Lewis on the notion that evil is not original. Evil is not capable of coming up with an original idea. Satan doesn't create, or invent, he merely twists and perverts. The above examples are some of my best proof.
Superstition is a sad replacement for faith. And while it may mirror certain aspects of true Christian faith, it lacks any of the real power that comes from exercising faith. Some people will "cross" themselves in some attempt to obtain a special blessing, or some form of protection from God, almost as if they were tossing salt over their shoulder. Yet, how much easier might it be to take that second to simply ask God to bless you, and then "cross" yourself.
Likewise, for all those "wannabe" Satanists out there. The only reason why they have 666 to play with is because the Bible tells us about it. And even by accepting that, they aren't really worshipping Satan, but Man. Because that's what the number is about.
This is why I place such emphasis on the scriptures. People want to know the truth, but too few are willing to find it for themselves. We want to listen to our pastors, priests, or reverends in the hope that they'll tell us the truth about God, about Jesus, about our religion. But people won't take any responsibility for themselves in searching out that truth in the Bible. God gave us the scriptures so that we wouldn't have to rely on others to know Him, or His truth. Shouldn't we take the time to study them for ourselves?

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Tuesday, August 09, 2005

The 3rd Commandment

Lately, our Monday night Men's Bible Study has been reflecting some of P.Dave's Tuesday Evening Family Service sermons. The really strange aspect of all of this is that I don't think it would've worked out better if it had been planned.
It's not the kind of blatantly obvious connection between the two messages, but more of an underlying theme that always seems to make an appearance. I won't go back over the last few weeks, but I do want to touch on last night and tonight's connection.
Last night I "prepared" a lesson on The 3rd Commandment; "You shall not misuse the name of the Lord your God...". I shouldn't say that I prepared the lesson because all I really did was pose one question, just to see what kind of answers we would come up with. Very simply, I asked "What does it mean to "misuse/take in vain the name of the Lord"?".
JT commented by using a thought from Luther regarding witchcraft, that when we attribute to God characteristics that do not belong to him, or vice-versa, we misuse His name and/or authority. My take on it was the idea that as Christians we take His name upon ourselves, thus, when we fail to act like Christ we are taking His name in vain. Since we ultimately represent Jesus to those around us, especially to those who're watching us, we may be the only Jesus that some people will ever know.
Moving forward to tonight's sermon. P. Dave touched on the fact that we are not called to simply yell at people, call them sinners and demand that they repent or inform them that they will be damned to Hell, otherwise. Instead, we are expected to be servants to others and that means we must be willing to be their friend. We must be willing to listen to their story, to their hearts, to their joys and pains. We are meant to be Jesus to them.
The funny thing about some of this is that it took me years to find out that this was what Christ wanted of me. And it's made a world of difference in me and in those with whom I share my faith.

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Monday, August 08, 2005

Guess what...

I just posted my first original Bullet Award to my other blog.


Follow up to Bash!

Here are the details for those of you who would like to attend:

Moe's Bash will be Saturday, August 13th from 9:00-10:00 PM.
That's this Saturday. I need to know who's name to put on the list ASAP. I'll be checking comments and e-mails in the morning before I leave for work and in the evening when I get home. Let us know.

Side note: You don't have to leave at 10:00, but you will have to pay for anything else you consume.


Sunday, August 07, 2005


If you're reading this, you're invited to it!

Moe is having a bash at a club called Bash, in the strip district, and he has asked me to post the open invitation to all of my readers.

This is what I know so far:
The club has a weekly contest and Moe won the party.
The club will be providing free food and free drinks for one hour (8:00 - 9:00PM)
Your name has to be on "the list" if you wish to attend.
It will be on Saturday night - either this one coming up or next week... I'll have more details when Moe confirms the event.
So... if you're interested in joining us, let me know - ASAP - and I'll get the details out as quickly as I can, so you can make your plans around attending.


Friday, August 05, 2005

Thank You, Jesus

... for this wonderfully delicious, questionably nutritious, Vinnie pie. We are truly grateful for the greasy pepperoni, the spicy sausage and the melty cheese. We trust that You won't allow it to stop our hearts from beating, nor allow our arteries to harden, until we've completed the works that You have appointed to us. We pray this in Your name.

Can you tell that we had an awesome dinner tonight?
Every so often, a few of us at work discuss going out to eat on a Friday evening. Usually somebody will think of it right around the time we get one of our quarterly bonus checks.
Well, today was another Bonus Check Friday, and the discussion came up again earlier in the week. The unfortunate thing about these conversations is that the guy (Greg Rushton) who originally brought up the idea of going to Vincents, never seems to make it. Neither do any of the other people who seem so interested when we discuss it. The only person that ever seems to make it is my friend Shaun - and, of course, Moe and Bobby.
So, from now on, I think we'll just put out an open invitation to anyone who's interested, and allow them to either show up or not. That way, there's no disappointment at who does, or doesn't, show up. All I know is that we have a great time talking and laughing and hanging out with each other. And those who always say they want to join us, but never do, have no idea what they're missing.

Side note: Afterwards, the Boy and I did a little "back to school" shopping. Got him two pairs of jeans, two pairs of shoes, and a package of socks. Also grabbed a few items for his fish tank. Next week I take Aliesha to do her shopping, and will probably finish Bobby's shopping, too.
It's nice having a few extra bucks to work with.

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Thursday, August 04, 2005

I could've told you that!

I read this story this morning and couldn't help posting about it.
Yes, it's true! Men these days are very insecure. And why is that? Well, according to the article it's because of the rise of feminism. But I just love the way the article leaves it at that, as if it's a mere afterthought to the study. Yet there's more to it than that. The article never addresses the fact that it's not just feminism, not the mainstream type of feminism. Instead, it's the more radical feminism, the man-hating kind of feminism, which is on the rise.
I'm not sure that you're familiar with the kind of ideology that I'm talking about, so I'll explain. I'm not talking about the kind of feminism that says women deserve equal pay for equal work. Or the feminism that says women should be treated with respect and dignity as equals to their male counter-parts, and not as objects or "receptacles" for a man's lust.
The kind of feminism that I'm talking about is the "get-even-ism" type of feminism that says that not only should women be equal, but they should be more equal. And that can only be achieved by making sure that today's men are punished for what all other men throughout all of history have done to women. And not merely punished, but that all future generations of men should have their masculinity effectively neutered before it can be developed.
Consider Sexual Harrassment law. It used to be about protecting a woman from being taken advatage of in the work place. Now, it means that a man can't tell a joke in front of a woman for fear that she will be "offended", and have him fired. Now, it means that you can't even compliment a female co-worker without fearing that she'll read something into your remark and be "offended" by what you're implying - whether you're implying anything or not. Harrassment is in the eye of the "offended", and there's no way of knowing who's "offended" until it's too late. Shouldn't we be confused by not knowing who we might "offend" by speaking at all?
Look at our schools, the way they seem to punish little boys for being boys. They're not permitted to play with any kind of object that might be seen as "violent". I can recall a story of a 6 year old being suspended for pointing a chicken strip at another student and saying "bang". Perhaps you've heard about many schools wanting to prohibit Dodgeball because it's too violent. This is ridiculous!
Fighting in school is absolutely forbidden. And I'm not talking about the type of prohibition that was in effect when I was a kid. Back then it was simple, you got into a fight you spent the next 3 days in detention, then everything went back to normal because the fight had established the social order. You weren't enemies, you were just sorting through the ranks of playground politics.
These days, even if the student is merely standing up for himself, or defending himself, that student will be punished just as severely as the punk who started the fight. Wouldn't you be insecure if you've been told that you're never allowed to defend yourself when you've been injured? Wouldn't you be confused if you were never allowed to get your frustrations out of your system at being bullied?
And what about our mainstream media, and their obsession with Metrosexuals, homosexuality, and obnoxiously defiant women. Meanwhile, normal men, those of us who don't fit into any of the above categories, are portrayed as bumbling idiots. When it comes to TV shows, if the man happens to be married, then he is an incompetent twit who can never accomplish anything without his wife's direction. If he is single he is a lewd, piggish slob who thinks of nothing more than sex and food. And while there are many men who might fit into these molds, they are by no means the norm among us.
Between these two crushing rocks of influence, it becomes nearly impossible to raise a boy into honorable manhood. We are tormented by a culture that rejects everything that was once considered good and proper. Tradition no longer stands as a guide to right behavior. Instead, we are left to wonder whether or not our actions will "offend" some female who might be nearby. We have been commanded to sacrifice our sons on the altar of Political Correctness for the sake of radical feminism. And I've had enough!
From now on, I'm going to make sure that me and the Boy get overdosed on John Wayne and Clint Eastwood movies. We're gonna sign up at the Gun Club that my dad belonged to so we can go shooting anytime we want. We're gonna take up archery so we can go hunting twice as much in a single year. I will do everything in my power to make sure that he grows up strong and secure in his masculinity. And, yes, that means teaching him to treat a woman with the utmost respect (which I think I've done a pretty good job of so far). And for those feminists who are "offended" by all of this... you're just gonna hafta deal with it!

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Wednesday, August 03, 2005

A chance to help

Since I boldly proclaim my Christian faith, both here and anywhere that I possibly can, I thought I'd take this opportunity to put my faith into practice. So allow me to encourage those of you who visit my blog regularly to visit Dagoddess' site and read this post.
I did my part, now you can, too. Just follow the link (here, or at Dagoddess' site) so that you too can be a blessing to this family - as well as many others who suffer from diabetes.
I know that it runs in my mom's side of the family. And being an old, fat guy means that I stand a fair chance of developing it myself (if I'm not careful). So it's quite possible that I'll be helping myself with the donation I made.
I don't want anyone to feel obligated by this, but please take a few moments to prayerfully consider helping out in some way. That's all I can ask.

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Tuesday, August 02, 2005

A splendid idea

... for a sick puppy.
So JT had this really - shall we say... intriguing - idea in one of his most recent posts.
I'm thinking I might be able to increase my traffic using the same method. I figure that all I have to do is use the words sex, free porn, and naked celebrities.
My other option would be to write posts about these topics from my own perspective. Not that my perspectives would be well received by anyone looking for such things. But it might be interesting to see how much, and what kind of traffic I get from it.
So... let the experiment begin! I'll let everyone know how it turns out later.

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Quote for 8/2/05

"The worst sin towards our fellow creatures is not to hate them, but to be indifferent toward them: that's the essence of inhumanity."
George Bernard Shaw


Quotes from 7/2005

Speaking of "Deep"

I've been blessed with several really good conversations at work over the last few days. Ranging in topics from theology/religion to science to politics, as well as some general humor and joking around. All in all, it's been very enjoyable. And it's been exceptionally fun to toss out some of the deeper (or possibly deranged) thoughts that I come up with.
The one that had everybody scratching their heads today was from something that I had posted here awhile back; Take a number. The observation about the number 2 being the only "even" prime number. I had everybody looking at me like I was speaking Klingon... which I wasn't!
I like doing that to people. Making them think beyond their normal bounds of operation. It's like opening a new door of information for them. Or maybe I just get-off by messing with peoples heads...
or maybe it's both.

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Monday, August 01, 2005

Quote for 8/1/05

"It is impossible that the whisper of a faction should prevail against the voice of a nation."
Lord John Russell
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