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| Kleptobloggism |
| 04.26.05 (10:00 am) [edit] |
I took this site off of someone's myspace.com site.
You can find out which song was #1 the day you were born.
Mine was Island Girl-Elton John
How bout you?
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| Slow Week |
| 04.21.05 (11:01 pm) [edit] |
Came across this neat video clip of an illusion.
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| Of Moths and Mochas |
| 04.11.05 (1:27 pm) [edit] |
I may have asked some of my friends this before but have you ever noticed how nervous and jittery turkeys are?
I mean I've never heard of a narcoleptic turkey. Have you?
But if turkeys are so aware, so jittery and nervous, why do we get so sleepy when we eat them??? If nature was consistent we would get hyper by eating snails!
A small fly of some sort just took a dive into what's left of my Sugar Daddy mocha. I wonder if he'll get hyper? Speaking of thrilling life experiences this reminds me of an incident that hppened to me and a moth one night back a few years ago.
From august 1999-august 2000 I worked the night shift at a Schwans Foodservice warehouse in Martin, TN. My job duties included refueling the delivery trucks, striaghtening the items in the freezer compartments, and pulling the next day's orders from the walk-in freezer. One autumn eve we were in between orders so I walked over to our small freezer that held damaged packages of popcicles, ice cream sandwiches, and various other yummies. As I opened the door I spooked a small moth who was resting on the wall. Just as soon as he took off, heading right for my face, I was taking a quick deep breath in through my nose. Next thing I know something gets sucked into my left nostril. Well this is a first for me....and probably the moth too. I tried blowing my nose like there was no tomorrow to get that lil booger out (ha....snot humor....seriously...it's "snot" funny.....nothing to sneeze at!..ok enough puns)
As hard an effort as I was putting forth the moth was matching me by doing the only thing he could think of.....crawling straight up my nose. When one is in a tight spot one can only think but to strive forth and hope for the best. This isn't going well. Teamwork is crucial here dude!
I could feel him squirming. I walked into the office holding my other nostril closed and blowing out hard as I can. My coworkers got a good kick out of it. Finally I got a good deep breath and blew that fella right out. He didn't miss a beat and flew right out the door. Now that's what some folks call one of those "life changing experiences."....more so for the moth I think than me.
By the way; sugar daddy mochas and flies don't mix too well. Either this one drowned or he's overdosed on sugar and caffeine.
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| The Bass Decision I Ever Made |
| 04.07.05 (7:43 am) [edit] |
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”A photograph is an event captured in time” Remember when I asked you about making a choice that caused such a tremendous difference in your life? This picture exemplifies such a choice. Just a couple weeks before this picture was taken I quit my high school baseball team. I had played baseball ever since I was in 1st grade when I played tee ball. I loved baseball. I always routed for the Cardinals. I can remember the feeling I got when I hit my first homerun. It bounced off the top of the fence in dead center field…..I gasped so hard I swallowed my gum! Well, I think I swallowed it. It wasn’t in my mouth when I touched home plate. I was always the biggest kid on my team. When I moved to New Johnsonville in 1987 I joined the local Dixie League team. They didn’t have any pants my size so I had to wear blue jeans for the first game. We were warming up before the game and some kids on the other team hollered over to me “Hey you, are you a coach?!?” I suppose either my size or lack of proper attire might have given them some concern. Later that season I hit a grand slam into the tennis courts about 30 yards the other side of centerfield at our home field. A feat never matched by my counterparts at that time. Man, I flattened that ball. I could read the word Rawlings on the cover as it approached the plate. High school came along and I managed to make the team. Didn’t get much playing time except for Jr. Varsity games. By my sophomore year I was a starting outfielder and doing quite well. A lot of us boys from J’ville didn’t receive preferential treatment as much as the local Waverly “sons” did. That always got my jock strap in a knot but I did my best to see that I was noticed and valued. Nepotism was the name of the game in Waverly. Blood’s thicker than water and the water…umm…blood was deep. Just before the season started my junior year I was fed up with all the favoritism and decided I would be better off doing something else with my time. So one morning in late march I made up my mind to tell Coach Hampton the news. Coach Hampton was a great coach. He believed in teaching the fundamentals and the importance of discipline. He could be overbearing and an ass at times but the next time he talked to you he would be kidding around with a jolly smile on his face. But even he had his favorites. Our meeting was brief. I told him I had seriously thought it over for a couple weeks and decided I did not want to play anymore. I felt sick the rest of that day….like I had just done something so wrong my stomach was trying to twist inside out. I loved baseball and I felt like I betrayed my team mates, my coach, my dad, and my God given talent……I felt like Judas.
Two weeks later I went fishing after school and caught this fish. It wasn’t the biggest bass I had caught in my life. By this time I had caught several that size and larger. Kentucky Lake was much better back then. But that afternoon I realized that had I stayed on the team I wouldn’t have caught this fish. I wouldn’t have considered that there’s something else I can do. I’ve always done my own thing. This was something I did….alone. There was no team effort in it. No one else’s decision was involved. I realized that this was where I belonged……big ugly orange UT hat and oversized polarized sunglasses (hey come on, it was the 90’s!)…..and the lake. I focused more on fishing tournaments and learning more about the lake. By the time I entered college I had joined a bass club and by my second year I had place 15th out of nearly 400 anglers in the state tournament. The next year my cousin and I placed 4th in our club, I placed 7th in the west TN regional tournament. Then 3 years in a row he and I held 1st place team in our club; going to the state tournament every year.
I’ve lived here in Memphis for about 4 and a half years now. I don’t get back home as much as I would like. I miss being so close to the lake. I think most days I miss the lake more than my family. I think it’s because the lake doesn’t ask me about my job or when I’m going to settle down….get married….start producing some grandbabies…..you know how mothers and grandmothers are. Fact is I’m content just having a place to go out and relax there. I don’t necessarily need anyone there with me. I don’t HAVE to have someone to share it all with. So that’s it. 12 years ago today…. An event captured in time……but to me it’s more than an event. It’s a life.
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| Lost Boy |
| 04.04.05 (7:49 am) [edit] |
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I was going through a box in my closet last week and found a few photo albums I borrowed from the parents. I came across this picture. It was taken in November 1978. What a head of hair that boy has eh? And blonde! I remember this day. At least I remember playing with the lab pup and having my picture taken. I think her name was Lady?? Then I realized I have another photo somewhere taken on the day I created my first memory. At least I think it was my first memory....the one that most strongly stands out in my mind. It was a sunny spring or summer day when my dad was holding me up in a swimming pool next to a floating yellow inflatable duck. There's another memory I have where I was sitting on the floor in my parents' apartment and looking up the stairs as one of my mom's friends walked up while talking to her. I was sitting on a shaggy, multi-colored carpet next to a styrofoam head...like you would place a wig.
Other things I remember from that age.....sticking my finger into an electric wall socket trying to pry a ladybug out which had crawled inside....and receiving a slight jolt!
Stupid Ladybug!
Running with a spoon....climbing up into a chair and licking the spoon whille mom took my picture......
What about you? What is your first memory?
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