My wife and I are going to be parents again!
We found out recently that we are going to give our family a boost in numbers. Here comes #5 for our house, and how fun this going to get. See I grew up with one brother. That was great for me. I don't think I wanted to have 10 running around throwing ketchup at each other. My brother and I got along just fine, and we had some kicks growing up.
I have 2 girls and one female wife. That's alot of fem for me. You know what readers.... I like the fem. I can get away with so much tender and frilly stuff.
Do I want a boy this time? Maybe.
The girl factor is a blast right now, but will it be after they all hit 13? Maybe.
Maybe I'll just roll with the blows and grin all the way. If the new spud we have comes out to be healthy and perfect (like the other two screamers) I'll be good. I'll be good even if it has flippers. I'm just glad the pipes are running warm & strong.....JACK!!
B
Wednesday, February 27, 2008
This is getting fun
This BLURG is getting on my good side my friends. To think that the entire earth will and can read my useless thoughts on life and lessons is empowering. Its like that first time you get to chug narcotic cough syrup when you have pneumonia. Yah, when you are coughing up neon colored junk that tastes like cat gas, and you swig codene. Zing zing, there goes the cough's. And there goes all coherant thought. That's what this BLURGING is like for me.
It's good to have pneumonia if you think of it like that.
B
It's good to have pneumonia if you think of it like that.
B
inspiration
Where do you get your inspiriation?
I used to get mine from watching handicap folks outrun me, and get more out of a wheelchair than I can imagine. I love watching handicap citizens get around and function with others. My tendency to complain about smaller things like balled up hair on my legs, ingrown toenails, my striking reseblance to Dwight K. Shrute, and my disastisfaction with shaved heads and goatees causes me to reflect that if I was handicap and couldnt poop without some help makes my day so much better.
Like that old wiseman from SNL once said:
"Whats better than winning a gold medal in the special olympics?... well not being retarded of course." Thats not mean you guys. I really feel good when I hang out with handicaps. Thats probably why I just graduated with a Masters Degree in Special Education.
My sweet and loving wife sometimes reinforces this for me refering to me as a real empathizer with those kids. She's so right sometimes, and when she is not she alwayys reminds me that she is anyway.
Right on everyone.
B
I used to get mine from watching handicap folks outrun me, and get more out of a wheelchair than I can imagine. I love watching handicap citizens get around and function with others. My tendency to complain about smaller things like balled up hair on my legs, ingrown toenails, my striking reseblance to Dwight K. Shrute, and my disastisfaction with shaved heads and goatees causes me to reflect that if I was handicap and couldnt poop without some help makes my day so much better.
Like that old wiseman from SNL once said:
"Whats better than winning a gold medal in the special olympics?... well not being retarded of course." Thats not mean you guys. I really feel good when I hang out with handicaps. Thats probably why I just graduated with a Masters Degree in Special Education.
My sweet and loving wife sometimes reinforces this for me refering to me as a real empathizer with those kids. She's so right sometimes, and when she is not she alwayys reminds me that she is anyway.
Right on everyone.
B
The beginning
The beginning and my first thoughts….
I hate the word blog. You know it shows up on a spell check device as incorrect spelling.
I did not graduate with a Masters Degree in English, nor have I any credentials in proper etiquette according to how the human race should write and speak. I just hate this word and I truly want to know who coined this poor slang-laced term.
I presume that an individual who suffers from perpetual carpel tunnel syndrome and bed sores attached to their behind have invented the word “blog”. Where did it come from?
The word is poor in grammar. Where and to what state has our culture planted its attention to such lesser speech? I spend significant time in high school listening to teenager’s converse. I live in a multi-culturally diverse city where English is a new language to many neighbors I meet.
The word blog offends me as an educated and perpetual student. I know that it was made up arbitrarily by puny intelligences.
Was it one person who had a sub par revelation?....... Perhaps
Was it 2 or 3 Silicon Valley think tank elitists abusing a spell checker?....Perhaps
I submit that despite whatever the darkly lit origins of this insulting ensign of our online times is that it’s a catalyst for expression. And it also serves another master.
That master is insecurity. Yes, I said insecurity. The majority of our society is insecure (the United States sill spends more on cosmetic surgery that any other country in the world does on standard medical care). This is good and depleting all at once.Many upon the majority need attention, and no one is without this need. We just manifest this need in negative or constructive constructs.
Do you show off?
Do you serve?
Do you starve to be seen and heard?
Do you cry in the night for more?
Do you complain too much?
Do you struggle to be appreciated?
Do you like to entertain?
Are you bored and need time to waste?
Do you find the computer as a friend that you always needed?
Well, look no further because the world wide phenomenon that is the blog, is now part of my day.Now then,I will present 2 statements and manifestos that will define my BLURG. What did he write you query? Yes, I will hitherto and desist the use of the word blog and ironically invent my own.
#1. ENTER THE BLURG you mouth breathers!!! I guess this is my special educated treatment and punk rocked ethos I usually subscribe too.
#2. I am easily entertained by just talking and discussing. I am going to participate, perpetuate, and advocate the BLURG. Yes, after I have complained and downsized the BLURG, I will now be a part of it. What a punk!
I will do this for several and too-be discovered motives.
They are:
a) I am going to entertain myself, and this will be for somewhat selfish reasons. I have so many unspoken thoughts, opinions, and views why not bore the planet and experiment with others. My experience dictates that most people get a rise way too easy and get so ticked off for so little, I might see what I can stir up, good and bad.….Honestly and as sure I know my own name – I could care so much less really if anyone reads or takes any of this melee of verbal attempt to entertain myself.
I always want to hold on to the belief that there are only a handful of aspects in life you should take seriously. A BLURG will not be one of those aspects.
b) Maybe I’ll make someone laugh or think differently. Maybe I’ll make someone want to come to Las Vegas and slap me one. If for some foreign notion that you find these BLURG’s attractive in any form of coming back for more, then good on ya! If not, pick up some other online, I don’t care.If you’ve read this far now, I’ll probably see you again on this page. Or you’re just wasting some serious time like me.
Later Skaters,
B
I hate the word blog. You know it shows up on a spell check device as incorrect spelling.
I did not graduate with a Masters Degree in English, nor have I any credentials in proper etiquette according to how the human race should write and speak. I just hate this word and I truly want to know who coined this poor slang-laced term.
I presume that an individual who suffers from perpetual carpel tunnel syndrome and bed sores attached to their behind have invented the word “blog”. Where did it come from?
The word is poor in grammar. Where and to what state has our culture planted its attention to such lesser speech? I spend significant time in high school listening to teenager’s converse. I live in a multi-culturally diverse city where English is a new language to many neighbors I meet.
The word blog offends me as an educated and perpetual student. I know that it was made up arbitrarily by puny intelligences.
Was it one person who had a sub par revelation?....... Perhaps
Was it 2 or 3 Silicon Valley think tank elitists abusing a spell checker?....Perhaps
I submit that despite whatever the darkly lit origins of this insulting ensign of our online times is that it’s a catalyst for expression. And it also serves another master.
That master is insecurity. Yes, I said insecurity. The majority of our society is insecure (the United States sill spends more on cosmetic surgery that any other country in the world does on standard medical care). This is good and depleting all at once.Many upon the majority need attention, and no one is without this need. We just manifest this need in negative or constructive constructs.
Do you show off?
Do you serve?
Do you starve to be seen and heard?
Do you cry in the night for more?
Do you complain too much?
Do you struggle to be appreciated?
Do you like to entertain?
Are you bored and need time to waste?
Do you find the computer as a friend that you always needed?
Well, look no further because the world wide phenomenon that is the blog, is now part of my day.Now then,I will present 2 statements and manifestos that will define my BLURG. What did he write you query? Yes, I will hitherto and desist the use of the word blog and ironically invent my own.
#1. ENTER THE BLURG you mouth breathers!!! I guess this is my special educated treatment and punk rocked ethos I usually subscribe too.
#2. I am easily entertained by just talking and discussing. I am going to participate, perpetuate, and advocate the BLURG. Yes, after I have complained and downsized the BLURG, I will now be a part of it. What a punk!
I will do this for several and too-be discovered motives.
They are:
a) I am going to entertain myself, and this will be for somewhat selfish reasons. I have so many unspoken thoughts, opinions, and views why not bore the planet and experiment with others. My experience dictates that most people get a rise way too easy and get so ticked off for so little, I might see what I can stir up, good and bad.….Honestly and as sure I know my own name – I could care so much less really if anyone reads or takes any of this melee of verbal attempt to entertain myself.
I always want to hold on to the belief that there are only a handful of aspects in life you should take seriously. A BLURG will not be one of those aspects.
b) Maybe I’ll make someone laugh or think differently. Maybe I’ll make someone want to come to Las Vegas and slap me one. If for some foreign notion that you find these BLURG’s attractive in any form of coming back for more, then good on ya! If not, pick up some other online, I don’t care.If you’ve read this far now, I’ll probably see you again on this page. Or you’re just wasting some serious time like me.
Later Skaters,
B
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