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Testing... [31 Jul 2012|09:12pm]

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Holy moly, long time no see (again!) [04 May 2012|03:53pm]
Check me out on YouTube to see what I'be been up to:

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[13 Oct 2009|04:48pm]
[ mood | Redonculous ]

Balls, today sucked... but TGIF!!! I woke up 12 minutes late for work, drenched in sweat b/c we forgot to turn the heat off before bed and I sleep under 2 down comforters. UGH! I even went to bed at 9:30 last night vs. my usual 12 pm - 1 am bed time. WTF. I guess it worked out though, I took a 1/2 hour lunch instead of an hour to make up for being late.

-Work sucked-

Then I slammed my right thumb in the car door while trying to LEAVE work, missed the light at Meridian by one car and had to sit and sit and sit... and THEN, it started raining.

Maybe someone is trying to tell me somthing.

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Has it really been 2 years? [08 Oct 2009|11:55am]
[ mood | content ]

And is it sad that as I go back and read several of my parting posts from 2007, I am struggling to put together who are all these "you's" I have written about so dramatically? I don't think it's sad, I think it's a sign of the times. Where am I in my life as of 10/08/09...?

... Happily paired with the love of my life since Jan. 26, 2008 and never looking back

... I have a fucking fantastic family of 3 cats and 1 dog

... I am still driving the same car for 5+ years (but I can drive it 'til the wheels fall off cause I OWN her as of Jan 30th, 2009)

... became bankrupt July 9, 2009 after almost a year of trying

... been to Las Vegas in July and going back in 3 weeks for Halloween!

... financially stable enough to have paid my rent for the rest of '09 already

... I am finally connected to the internet in my own living room at 100 kbs

... getting back on the wagon of blogging, if only for loyal fans *caughing* Milagro

... loving life and wouldn't change anything in it for the world

More to come...


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Took some pics this evening.... [15 Apr 2007|10:20pm]
[ mood | accomplished ]

11 big ones under hereCollapse )

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Happy birthday Dan! [14 Mar 2006|11:55am]
Today is my little, I mean, younger brother's birthday. He turns 19 today. Crazy. Today is also Einstein's birthday. Coincidence?

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Ebay, baby [05 Mar 2006|05:30pm]
Check out my shit for sale

Spring cleaning, time to sort down the items in the closet and make a buck or two in the process. Lots of men's dress wear for big and small guys, as well as neck ties, pearl snap shirts, and other fun items.

// End shameless self promotion

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Thank you, Aunt Linda... [03 Feb 2006|02:12am]
Charles Plumb was a US Navy jet pilot in Vietnam. After 75 combat missions, his plane was destroyed by a surface-to-air missile. Plumb ejected and parachuted into enemy hands. He was captured and spent 6 years in a communist Vietnamese prison. He survived the ordeal and now lectures on
lessons learned from that experience!

One day, when Plumb and his wife were sitting in a restaurant, a man at another table came up and said, "You're Plumb! You flew jet fighters in Vietnam from the aircraft carrier Kitty Hawk. You were shot down!"

"How in the world did you know that?" asked Plumb.
"I packed your parachute," the man replied. Plumb gasped in surprise and gratitude. The man pumped his hand and said, "I guess it worked!"

Plumb assured him, "It sure did. If your chute hadn't worked, I wouldn't be here today."

Plumb couldn't sleep that night, thinking about that man. Plumb says, I kept wondering what he had looked like in a Navy uniform: a white hat; a bib in the back; and bell-bottom trousers. I wonder how many times I might have seen him and not even said 'Good morning, how are you?' or anything because, you see, I was a fighter pilot and he was just a sailor."

Plumb thought of the many hours the sailor had spent at a long wooden table in the bowels of the ship, carefully weaving the shrouds and folding the silks of each chute, holding in his hands each time the fate of someone he didn't know.

Now, Plumb asks his audience, "Who's packing your parachute?" Everyone has someone who provides what they need to make it through the day. He also points out that he needed many kinds of parachutes when his plane was shot down over enemy territory -- he needed his physical parachute, his mental parachute, his emotional parachute, and
his spiritual parachute. He called on all these supports before
reaching safety.

Sometimes in the daily challenges that life gives us, we miss what is really important. We may fail to say hello, please, thank you, or to congratulate someone on something wonderful that has happened to them, give a compliment, or just do something nice for no reason. As you go through this week, this month, this year, recognize people who pack your parachutes.

I am sending you this as my way of thanking you for your part in packing my parachute. And I hope you will send it on to those who have helped pack yours!

Sometimes, we wonder why friends keep forwarding jokes to us without writing a word. Maybe this could explain it: When you are very busy, but still want to keep in touch, guess what you do -- you forward jokes. And to let you know that you are still remembered, you are still important, you are still loved, you are still cared for, guess what you get? A forwarded joke.

So my friend, next time when you get a joke, don't think that you've been sent just another forwarded joke, but that you've been thought of today and your friend on the other end of your computer wanted to send you a smile, just helping you pack your parachute...

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[26 Nov 2004|04:06am]
[ mood | alone ]

I guess I thought you'd put up more of a fight than that...

...and somehow, I still don't feel any better.

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Ebay [21 Oct 2004|10:21am]
I have finally listed some shit on Ebay:


More to come, its just tedious listing this stuff...

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[15 Oct 2004|05:22pm]
Many looming decisions to make...

It looks like Scott may be able to transfer to AK in the next couple of weeks to a month or so. Mentally, I am so ready to hand my notice to Carol on a silver fucking platter. I could pack my shit and hop the next U-Haul tomorrow. On the other hand, I have some big financial commitments I have to figure out- such as my car, the insurance on my car which would be impractical to be paying if I'm not even driving it... how I could sell it when I owe more than its worth, etc. etc. I certainly don't plan on taking it to AK with me. Doctors and prescriptions... then there is the tactfulness of quiting my job- I have 140 vacation hours I don't really want to throw down the tube. Then there is securing a new job. ETC, etc. Its all very scary and exciting at the same time. I think about all that I would be leaving behind... my family, and friends. But honestly, having the shot at a new start and unfamiliar surroundings is much more appealing to me right now. I'm a bit apprehensive about tying myself so closely to my brother, but I'm confident things will work out.

Its a lot to ponder, but right now I want to just enjoy the rest of my day... have a nice evening, and have lots of fun down at Links and Alliances tomorrow.


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*tap tap tap* is this thing on? [10 Oct 2004|03:45pm]
How fucking sad is it to have the whole afternoon off, not have to work again until this time tomorrow, and all I can do is sit on the computer and gaze out the window... Dan is out and about, Sarah is out in the county and pooped out from last night, I really, really, don't want to have to entertain Dustin this evening. Maybe I will just work on some laundry and take a nap. The hot 4 hours of sleep I got last night is starting to creep up on me.


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Every day is an uphill battle anymore... [21 Sep 2004|02:38pm]
So my dad threw away my entire supply of Testosterone + syringes. What the fuck was he thinking, you may ask... well apparently because he saw the sharps container in a paper bag inside the plastic bag, he assumed it was garbage. There were like 2 months worth of doses left in there, not to mention for the first time in three years, I'm a week behind on my shots. Well fuck me in the eye with a penis and call me Willy. I guess it was kind of a good thing though, because it caused me to HAVE to call the doctor's office and reschedule my missed apointment. Turns out her next available opening was April 3, 2005. Think it might be time to find a new doc?

Otherwise, work is proving to be a challenge as usual. I just gained one really strong employee, but it looks like I may have to let go of two others. Carol is out on vacation until next Monday. Mr. Paulsen is in town making everyone's lives miserable. What's new.

Dustin and I are doing really well. We finally broke the communication barier, and while he still doesn't understand a lot of what makes me tick, we are at least being open and talking about things now. That boy can still frustrate me though!

Um. I guess there's not much really NEW... kind of a funny story how I lost one of my wheel covers on the Sonata when I took a freeway on-ramp a little fast and the rear passenger side hub cap flew off. I didn't really feel like going back to pick it up, so I just took them all off to match. My car looks pretty fucking ghetto right now, but I could always put the dealer's plasic hubs back on. Even funnier is that the wheel cover was gone the next day when I went back... I think the person entering the freeway behind me stopped to pick it up, because they kept following me and flashing their headlights at me (it was after dark). Oh well... it was worth a laugh at the time.

Oh, and I did some research on Monster.com and found out that for my city, I make 9k less a year than the average for the position I hold at the hotel. Always reassuring. That, and I'm having space issues here at my dad's. Take my dad throwing my shit away for one... that, and I can't seem to keep any left-overs in the fridge because someone always eats them. I think its time for a safe, and a mini-fridge. Heyyyy... maybe Paulsen will let me move into the hotel and consider the $9,000 I'm not making a year 'rent'. Haha... haha... ha.....heh. RIGHT.

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[22 Aug 2004|03:47pm]
Hmm... feeling better here this afternoon, but still not 100%. The good news is TMICollapse )

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Ugh [14 Aug 2004|02:10pm]
Quitting smoking is even nastier than smoking... I've had so much phlem lately, coupled with coughing, wheezing, and other not-so-fun side effects. But... I have successfully not smoked for 3 days! Of course, I did smoke a pack of marlboro mediums on Wednesday in my state of inebriation. But I've been doing quite well since then.


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While I'm gone... [22 Jul 2004|04:32pm]
This is the problem with LJ; we all think we are close, yet we know very little about each other.

I want you to ask me something you think you should know about me. Something that should be obvious, but you have no idea about.

Then post this meme in your LJ and find out what people don't know about you.

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Irony [20 Jul 2004|07:06pm]
Sun Sign: Leo
July 20, 2004

You might be trying to evaluate a romantic relationship today, Trevor. Sometimes it's good to look at both the positive and the negative side of things. It helps you to figure out where there is still room left to grow. If you're single, you could be recalling past romances and trying to figure out the sort of person you would like to attract in your future. Don't dwell too long on old history, though, as many new adventures await you!

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[12 Jun 2004|04:48pm]
I took a couple of people (mostly those who had deleted their journals) off the friends list... otherwise, if you were de-friended and want back, drop a line.

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[12 May 2004|02:27am]
Soaked in blood is not the way I would have chosen to remember her...
but I didn't even have to see it with my own eyes
to know how terribly horrific it must have been
for it was seared into my memory along with the tone of your words

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