Someone stop this thing before I throw up

Dog FAQ

madisonmcnugget:

1. Who’s a good boy?

2. Who’s got a fluffy tail?

3. What’s in your tail?

4. What do you have?

5. What’s in your mouth?

6. Where did you get that?

7. Where is the rest of that?

8. Where’s your mom?

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This semester...

…I am taking Sociology of Religion and Application of Sociology Research and Design.

I remember raising hell on Friday nights

My beautiful 16 year old sister, who lives with me I might add, is hosting a collection of her friends this evening. Nothing extravagant. Much concern of course that the entertaining is without any SNAFU. The biggest concern is that my youngest sister, 14, who lives with me I might also add, does not act “retarded”.

Not to offend but she has a severly stunted social index. No really. She absolutely does not know to behave properly around people and she is subject to some five year old toddler tantrum. My family kept her inside and away from people. Odd huh?

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Reletively speak I’m pretty sure I am experiencing the most amount of stress at one time in all my life. Certainly having my teenage sisters move in with me and wife because my stepmom has problems is stressful enough. I thought that would be the most difficult but turns out not so much. Finals time yay! All I do study and fall asleep pouring over my notes after work. Now after taking my Statistics final I’m not quite confident that I passed that class. After much work on my Project Proposal paper I received a 67 as my grade. That counts as my midterm. Awsome huh. Her remarks were that choice of topic was too heavy of geography for a sociology class. What an inconvenience because she approved the topic to proceed and I followed other well known sociologists’ work as my research reference.  My idea was not original and not beyond previous sociology work in the field. I’ve just realized a statistical trend that I receive less grades when I have female professors. I haven’t compiled the data but I am sure of it.

So last night after work my family, that is my wife and my sisters went to attend an ALANON meeting at the nice facility where my stepmom is staying. Looks like we will be doing that every week. I am so excited and looking forward to it. I can’t hardly wait to get off of work and drive into the city center on a Wednesday night. Next week I intend to have dinner pre-made or some crockpot item.

Now it looks like every Thursday morning I get to meet with my youngest sister’s parole officer.  Good thing is she is doing well and it looks like this may make an over difference in her life. My only complaint is that these meeting seem to be too unstructured and go on too long. Though on topic in the broadest sense, it becomes conversational.

I have one more exam next week and I am looking forward to nailing an A. I need it. My GPA is low right now. I’m not sure if this class will carry me over. Ω

Rebroadcasted email from my mom

THOSE BORN 1920-1979
READ TO THE BOTTOM FOR QUOTE OF THE MONTH BY JAY LENO. IF YOU DON’T READ ANYTHING ELSE—-VERY WELL STATED TO ALL THE KIDS WHO SURVIVED the 1930’s, 40’s, 50’s, 60’s and 70’s!!

First, we survived being born to mothers who smoked and/or drank while they were pregnant.
They took aspirin, ate blue cheese dressing, tuna from a can, and didn’t get tested for diabetes.
Then after that trauma, we were put to sleep on our tummies in baby cribs covered with bright colored lead-based paints.
We had no childproof lids on medicine bottles, doors or cabinets and when we rode our bikes, we had no helmets, not to mention, the risks we took hitchhiking.
As infants &children, we would ride in cars with no car seats, booster seats, seat belts or air bags.
Riding in the back of a pick up on a warm day was always a special treat.
We drank water from the garden hose and NOT from a bottle.
We shared one soft drink with four friends, from one bottle and NO ONE actually died from this.
We ate cupcakes, white bread and real butter and drank Kool-aid made with sugar, but we weren’t overweight because,
WE WERE ALWAYS OUTSIDE PLAYING!
We would lea ve home in the morning and play all day, as long as we were back when the streetlights came on.
No one was able to reach us all day. And! we were O.K.
We would spend hours building our go-carts out of scraps and then ride down the hill, only to find out we forgot the brakes After running into the bushes a few times, we learned to solve the problem.
We did not have Playstations, Nintendo’s, X-boxes, no video games at all, no 150 channels on cable, no video movies or DVD’s, no surround-sound or CD’s, no cell phones, no personal computers, no Internet or chat rooms…….
WE HAD FRIENDS and we went outside and found them!
We fell out of trees, got cut, broke bones and teeth and there were no lawsuits from these accidents.
We ate worms and mud pies made from dirt, and the worms did not live in us forever.
We were given BB guns for our 10th birthdays, made up games with sticks and tennis balls and, although we were told it would happen, we did not poke out very many eyes.
We rode bikes or walked to a friend’s house and knocked on the door or rang the bell, or just walked in and talked to them!
Little League had tryouts and not everyone made the team. Those who didn’t had to learn to deal with disappointment. Imagine that!!
The idea of a parent bailing us out if we broke the law was unheard of. They actually s ided with the law!
These generations have produced some of the best risk-takers, problem solvers and inventors ever!
The past 50 years have been an explosion of innovation and new ideas.
We had freedom, failure, success and responsibility, and we learned HOW TO DEAL WITH IT ALL!

If YOU are one of them CONGRATULATIONS!
You might want to share this with others who have had the luck to grow up as kids, before the lawyers and the government regulated so much of our lives for our own good .
While you are at it, forward it to your kids so they will know how brave (and lucky) their parents were
Kind of makes you want to run through the house with scissors, doesn’t it?!
The quote of the month is by Jay Leno:
‘With hurricanes, tornados, fires out of control, mud slides, flooding, severe thunderstorms tearing up the country from one end to another, and with the threat of bird flu and terrorist attacks, are we sure this is a good time to take God out of th e Pledge of Allegiance?’
For those that prefer to think that God is not watching over us…go ahead and delete this.

So I've decided that I can't watch any sad hospital shows.

My dad died in March. I still very much miss him. Every now and then something will remind me about my father. I can’t stand being this sad. I watched Grey’s Anatomy last night and I was on the verge of crying again. He wasn’t always the best but he always tried his best and gave to me. From my whole life this is the first time someone close to me has pass away. I watch him slowly creep away from life. Sickness had taken him. I would like to think that as he was leaving he saw me and knew me when I held his hand and told him it was ok for him to go.  But it isn’t ok and he’s gone and I miss him. I didn’t want him to die. I didn’t want him to get sick. I didn’t want him to be in pain.

Electronic Gadgets Hate Me

My Sony Walkman is dead. It has taken a swim in the washing machine. For those of you who don’t know it and are stuck in the 80s the Sony Walkman these days is a ultra small mp3 player. I chose the Sony Walkman over the much popular iPod because of a few reasons.
The Walkman is ultra-compact in size, about the size of a average USB flash stick. Of course being much smaller has its advantages. Less surface area means less buttons. One button for on/off which is the same button for menu selection. One button for play/stop which is the control for select. Two button to advance a selection in any mode and two discreet buttons for volume.
The Walkman doubles as a, guess what, a removal storage flash drive. It also had a FM radio receiver. How cool is that? The best thing is the Walkman is offered in an assortment of popular colors. Mine was in green, my favorite color so it felt like it was truly mine. I managed to find green earbuds to compliment it. I am the type that always chooses and possesses article which are in my favorite color. Well, maybe not always, after all I dislike having a green car and my computer being much like a car in my own analogous reasoning, is not green either. Also, my GPS is intentionally not green but bright yellow. This is because it is a pocket-sized eTrex and if I dropped it on the ground in the forest I would want to be able to locate it in the field.
The Walkman came to me by way of a Christmas gift last year. Sadly it didn’t even last one year. This has been a very tough year in my life too. But almost every day I listen to music from it. I even have I car adapter which broadcasts the music over the car stereo speakers.

I have placed the Walkman in a ziplock baggie with some rice in hopes that the moisture will be leeched out and it will be reactivated just like new again. Its been in this bag for four days now.
:(

On the upside at least I still can access the drive and I can retrieve my files. If anyone has any surefire reconstitution methods please let me know.