Let's talk about Martha, everyone else is. Let's talk about Martha being confined to her home in KATONAH, N.Y., it's the topic on everyones list. Now, more specifically, let's talk about what Martha has to wear while she is confined to her $16 Million estate. . .the infamous ankle monitoring device, or as everyone in the press affectionately calls it, Martha's Ankle Bracelet.
WHAT THE CRAP !?!?! Why is everyone obsessed with this little monitoring device. I've seen the thing, there's nothing really to say about it. I taught a guy in Iowa who had one on, it's not a big deal!
When people either go to jail or stand in front of a judge, sometimes they leave with certain devices that monitor their doings. My friend in NM had a breathalyzer hooked up to his car to monitor his alcohol level. Lots of people in the U.S. have stuff like this. Why is everyone stewing over a little black box on Martha? It's like it's the first time people have seen these things. I saw on the news that one guy even went so far as to design shoes for Martha so she could hide it during social activites.
Again, I say: WHAT THE CRAP ?!?!?
March 17, 2005
March 8, 2005
10 years and counting. Yeah BABY !!
I've been meaning to post this one for a while.
About a month ago, I was signed on to my msn IM account. A friend of mine that I haven't chatted with in a while got on. I was happy to see that she was online so I started chatting with her. She was a friend that I met in high school and have kept in touch with very sporadically over the past few years. Still we have always been good friends, with whom we could tell each other anything and everything.
In the course of our online conversation, she informed me that we have been friends for 10 years. 10 YEARS !! Now that's something to be celebrated. We first met during lunchtime in the cafeteria, I've taken her to the Senior prom, she came to my soccer games and I've gone to her house to hang out. She went to Snow college while I was at the Y and on a mission. She has since moved back to Canada while I've been here at the Y. She came down for General Conferance a couple years ago and invited me to go with her and one of her other friends. Whenever we are both online we try to catch up in each other's lives. And it's been that way for the past few years now.
So this blog is dedicated to my long time friend Crystal, who has been a part of my life for a good portion of it. Through the highs and lows while I was in high school and who also has kept up with my activites (and vice versa) and who has been one of the sweetest and kindest individuals that I've had the pleasure of knowing.
Also dedicated to those with whom 10 years has not yet past, but hope to also celebrate a 10 year (or greater) friendship anniversary.
I've been meaning to post this one for a while.
About a month ago, I was signed on to my msn IM account. A friend of mine that I haven't chatted with in a while got on. I was happy to see that she was online so I started chatting with her. She was a friend that I met in high school and have kept in touch with very sporadically over the past few years. Still we have always been good friends, with whom we could tell each other anything and everything.
In the course of our online conversation, she informed me that we have been friends for 10 years. 10 YEARS !! Now that's something to be celebrated. We first met during lunchtime in the cafeteria, I've taken her to the Senior prom, she came to my soccer games and I've gone to her house to hang out. She went to Snow college while I was at the Y and on a mission. She has since moved back to Canada while I've been here at the Y. She came down for General Conferance a couple years ago and invited me to go with her and one of her other friends. Whenever we are both online we try to catch up in each other's lives. And it's been that way for the past few years now.
So this blog is dedicated to my long time friend Crystal, who has been a part of my life for a good portion of it. Through the highs and lows while I was in high school and who also has kept up with my activites (and vice versa) and who has been one of the sweetest and kindest individuals that I've had the pleasure of knowing.
Also dedicated to those with whom 10 years has not yet past, but hope to also celebrate a 10 year (or greater) friendship anniversary.
March 4, 2005
Like A Little Lost Puppy. . .
A couple nights ago, I was in Apt. 69, hanging out after a long day. When I got there, there was the Ritz, Emmy, Kat, Anne-Marie, and Nama. I joined the group and proceeded to do what I do best. . .burn stuff. I found a lighter and started to light all the candles, cause fire is fun and everyone knows that fire will keep me quite for a long time. Once all the candles were lit, I was looking around for other things to light. Kat was rolling her eyes but made no attempt to stop me (cause she knows she would lose). This was to my advantage. With all the candles lit, the only feasible thing left to light within arms-reach was Emmy's big Gulp full of Coke. She was working on the laptop, so I INNOCENTLY reached over and took her drink from the table next to her and placed the Coke in front of me. So imaging this, me sitting there QUIETLY, minding my own business, not bothering anyone, and Em realizes that her Coke is gone, VIOLENTLY turns to me, and then, In Her 'Mom Voice', SHOUTS out "WE DON'T BURN COKE !!!!"
Imagine my surprise that she would say something like that. How RUDE !!! She made me feel all timid, like a little puppy that's shivering in a cold dark alley waiting for someone to take me home. WHY would she do something like that ?!?! What about MY NEEDS ?!?!
So I had to return the Coke and go back to trying to burn nail polish remover.
A couple nights ago, I was in Apt. 69, hanging out after a long day. When I got there, there was the Ritz, Emmy, Kat, Anne-Marie, and Nama. I joined the group and proceeded to do what I do best. . .burn stuff. I found a lighter and started to light all the candles, cause fire is fun and everyone knows that fire will keep me quite for a long time. Once all the candles were lit, I was looking around for other things to light. Kat was rolling her eyes but made no attempt to stop me (cause she knows she would lose). This was to my advantage. With all the candles lit, the only feasible thing left to light within arms-reach was Emmy's big Gulp full of Coke. She was working on the laptop, so I INNOCENTLY reached over and took her drink from the table next to her and placed the Coke in front of me. So imaging this, me sitting there QUIETLY, minding my own business, not bothering anyone, and Em realizes that her Coke is gone, VIOLENTLY turns to me, and then, In Her 'Mom Voice', SHOUTS out "WE DON'T BURN COKE !!!!"
Imagine my surprise that she would say something like that. How RUDE !!! She made me feel all timid, like a little puppy that's shivering in a cold dark alley waiting for someone to take me home. WHY would she do something like that ?!?! What about MY NEEDS ?!?!
So I had to return the Coke and go back to trying to burn nail polish remover.
March 1, 2005
Travels with Charlie
This one goes out to my roommate Charles, another in a long list of excellent roommates who is able to make me laugh. Here's an example:
Last saturday, before work, I decided to make some food before going to work. Simultaneously, Charles decides the same thing. We walk to our respective cubboards and figure out what to eat. We both have Mac & Cheese, so we start to make them. Up to this point in time, Charles is studying for a Physics test so we are talking physics and making jokes (Geeky, I know). In the midst of our conversation, I mention to Charles to figure out how many Joules of energy are required to make my pot of water boil. Immediately, he starts to run equasions through his noggin and figures out that it would take approximately 120 kiloJoules of energy to warm up my water so I could make my Mac & Cheese. I loved it!! I was laughing for a good 10 minutes just at the fact that he could figure that out on the spot.
Oh, if I could write down a portion of the conversations that we've had. It was one of the greatest moments in roommate history.
This one goes out to my roommate Charles, another in a long list of excellent roommates who is able to make me laugh. Here's an example:
Last saturday, before work, I decided to make some food before going to work. Simultaneously, Charles decides the same thing. We walk to our respective cubboards and figure out what to eat. We both have Mac & Cheese, so we start to make them. Up to this point in time, Charles is studying for a Physics test so we are talking physics and making jokes (Geeky, I know). In the midst of our conversation, I mention to Charles to figure out how many Joules of energy are required to make my pot of water boil. Immediately, he starts to run equasions through his noggin and figures out that it would take approximately 120 kiloJoules of energy to warm up my water so I could make my Mac & Cheese. I loved it!! I was laughing for a good 10 minutes just at the fact that he could figure that out on the spot.
Oh, if I could write down a portion of the conversations that we've had. It was one of the greatest moments in roommate history.
February 24, 2005
YUK !!
I just met someone new at work. Actually, he was the one that initiated the greeting. His name is John (or Jon). He's a semi-hefty black fellow that started working here about a week ago. I just met him today. Now, I've met quite a few people in my lifetime, especially during the mission trip, who I've never met before and have had to either get to know or forget about 2 seconds after I've told them my name. I'd like to think that my spectrum of 'meeting people' has been broadened. On one end are people you meet and they are extra friendly and automatically touchy-feely in a non-homosexual way. I've mostly met girls who are this way. On the other end of the spectrum are the people I've met who are so super shy that they don't even look at you, much less shake your hand. But after meeting John (or Jon) tonight, I think the spectrum would have to be expanded from the 'non-homosexual touchy-feely girl you meet for the first time' to the 'touchy-feely possibly homosexual black fellow you meet for the first time'. You read that right, I think John (or Jon) might be gay.
Here's why: I was sitting at one of the computers at work looking up stuff about camcorders and firewire when John (or Jon) enters the room. No big deal, just a new face at work. I didn't say anything to him, I just continued with what I was doing. He sits down and wonders where the mouse is on the computer (because someone removed it). No big deal, I help him find one. A few minutes pass and he's wondering what I'm doing. I tell him and then he introduces himself as John (or Jon). I say my name and we shake hands. First of all, he's got a rather big hand, a gentle handshake, and soft skin. I think that's a bit odd but don't pay it that much attention. (strike one)
More minutes pass and I talk to Chad, one of the assistants here, about computers, firewire, and camcorders. He tells me where he got his firewire card and I go back to my computer to find one on eBay (which is my new obsession, which I will blog about later). I find a decent card, 1 bid, and a $1 price to beat. Sweet Deal!! I bid $1.25 and there is less than 30 minutes left in the bidding. I vocalize my joy and announce that I am the proud owner of a firewire card for $1.25. NOT 2 seconds pass after my announcement that John (or Jon) leans over, brings his big, soft hand over and lays it on my leg. Not close to the end with the knee, but closer in the other directions. Talk about being FREAKED OUT !! I immediately swivel my chair away and so that his hand is now on the armrest. Maybe he meant to put his hand on the armrest and missed, I'm not sure, but I'm not going to take any chances, especially since I'm slightly homophobic anyway. (strike two)
After wondering if that just happened, freaking out, and trying not to make a big deal out of it, I showed my newly won prize on eBay and things go back to normal, a few more minutes pass, and John (or Jon) gets up and is getting ready to leave. After touching my leg in a rather high area, I'm surely not going to look up from my computer and tell him 'bye' or anything. I keep on with what I'm doing, earphones in place. Well, he touches my shoulder (soft hands) and give a rather gay wave. It's like that scene in Miss Congeniality where the FBI are viewing the dressing room for the first time and Benjamin Bratt's character mimics an ultra girlish 'Hi' wave, you know the one I'm talking about. Well, John (or Jon)'s wave looked something like that only it was a 'bye' and he's definately not a miss America contestant. (STRIKE THREE) YUK, huh ?!?!?!
Maybe I'm taking it all in the wrong way but so far all sensors point to John (or Jon) being part of the underground BYU gay community. I'm going to watch this one to make sure, but be assured, it will be from a distance.
I just met someone new at work. Actually, he was the one that initiated the greeting. His name is John (or Jon). He's a semi-hefty black fellow that started working here about a week ago. I just met him today. Now, I've met quite a few people in my lifetime, especially during the mission trip, who I've never met before and have had to either get to know or forget about 2 seconds after I've told them my name. I'd like to think that my spectrum of 'meeting people' has been broadened. On one end are people you meet and they are extra friendly and automatically touchy-feely in a non-homosexual way. I've mostly met girls who are this way. On the other end of the spectrum are the people I've met who are so super shy that they don't even look at you, much less shake your hand. But after meeting John (or Jon) tonight, I think the spectrum would have to be expanded from the 'non-homosexual touchy-feely girl you meet for the first time' to the 'touchy-feely possibly homosexual black fellow you meet for the first time'. You read that right, I think John (or Jon) might be gay.
Here's why: I was sitting at one of the computers at work looking up stuff about camcorders and firewire when John (or Jon) enters the room. No big deal, just a new face at work. I didn't say anything to him, I just continued with what I was doing. He sits down and wonders where the mouse is on the computer (because someone removed it). No big deal, I help him find one. A few minutes pass and he's wondering what I'm doing. I tell him and then he introduces himself as John (or Jon). I say my name and we shake hands. First of all, he's got a rather big hand, a gentle handshake, and soft skin. I think that's a bit odd but don't pay it that much attention. (strike one)
More minutes pass and I talk to Chad, one of the assistants here, about computers, firewire, and camcorders. He tells me where he got his firewire card and I go back to my computer to find one on eBay (which is my new obsession, which I will blog about later). I find a decent card, 1 bid, and a $1 price to beat. Sweet Deal!! I bid $1.25 and there is less than 30 minutes left in the bidding. I vocalize my joy and announce that I am the proud owner of a firewire card for $1.25. NOT 2 seconds pass after my announcement that John (or Jon) leans over, brings his big, soft hand over and lays it on my leg. Not close to the end with the knee, but closer in the other directions. Talk about being FREAKED OUT !! I immediately swivel my chair away and so that his hand is now on the armrest. Maybe he meant to put his hand on the armrest and missed, I'm not sure, but I'm not going to take any chances, especially since I'm slightly homophobic anyway. (strike two)
After wondering if that just happened, freaking out, and trying not to make a big deal out of it, I showed my newly won prize on eBay and things go back to normal, a few more minutes pass, and John (or Jon) gets up and is getting ready to leave. After touching my leg in a rather high area, I'm surely not going to look up from my computer and tell him 'bye' or anything. I keep on with what I'm doing, earphones in place. Well, he touches my shoulder (soft hands) and give a rather gay wave. It's like that scene in Miss Congeniality where the FBI are viewing the dressing room for the first time and Benjamin Bratt's character mimics an ultra girlish 'Hi' wave, you know the one I'm talking about. Well, John (or Jon)'s wave looked something like that only it was a 'bye' and he's definately not a miss America contestant. (STRIKE THREE) YUK, huh ?!?!?!
Maybe I'm taking it all in the wrong way but so far all sensors point to John (or Jon) being part of the underground BYU gay community. I'm going to watch this one to make sure, but be assured, it will be from a distance.