Hey Bud
I'm working on a big project at work this week. Something that is excusing me from the normal interruptions that typically consume about 75% of my time. To help keep me moving forward, instead of listening to my music softly through my PC speakers as I usually do, I've put in my earbuds and cranked it up. I had to take a restroom break a little while ago, so I pulled out my earbuds and headed down the hall. Upon finishing my business and turning around to head towards the sink, I caught site of myself in the mirror. What the heck is that....that black thing in my ear. Oh its the cover for my ear bud...just sitting in there....nice.
posted by Scott | 1:48 PM
|
1 comments
Sunday, July 30, 2006
The Worm
I'm only sharing the following video because I wanted to test my new YouTube account
As children get older, and start trying to discover who they are, they often branch out from the outer appearance that has defined them as a sweet little child. In some cases it can be extreme.
(Or maybe he's still a sweet little child that lets his little sister play with his hair) posted by Scott | 10:58 AM
|
1 comments
Saturday, July 29, 2006
Another Bachelor Week
Deborah and the kids left a couple of hours ago for a week in Fort Worth with Deborahs family. That leaves me here all alone for a week by myself. You know what that means don't you!?! Well nothing really. Nothing more than me sitting around too much watching lots of movies and eating poorly. Maybe I should spend this time doing things around the house that I have neglected since the last time they were gone. Na.
I've really gotten into the band Gnarls Barkley lately. They're kind of a mixture between funk and 60's soul. I think today alone I've listened to the song "Smiley Faces" probably 30 times. I can do that with a song I really like, just listen to it over and over. And with no one in the house to be irritated by it, thats just what I'll do. It's good to have goals.
posted by Scott | 11:07 AM
|
0 comments
Tuesday, July 25, 2006
Argggh Amon
I went and bought a fountain drink on my lunch break. And I have a toothpick in my mouth right now. Those two things combined reminded me of what my best friend did to me once. I'm sure given the previous clues you can guess what it was. In fact I think somewhere on this website, or some previous incarnation of it, I mentioned it. My friend Amon and I were sitting in the food court in the Tulsa mall. We were about 14 or so. We had gotten something to eat, some kind of sandwhich, and it had little plastic sword toothpicks in it holding the paper around it. We sat down at the table and he took his and stabbed it into my styrofoam cup of coke. I had to leave it in there because now there was a toothpick sword shaped hole in my cup, and that was the only thing I had to plug it up. So I had to drink my coke with a sword sticking out of the side of it. That plus spilling something else on my shirt and leaving a nice big stain made it a trip to the mall I would just like to forget. But 20 something years later I'm unable to.
posted by Scott | 12:25 PM
|
0 comments
Shut Up!
I'm at my parents house for the weekend. It's 2:30 in the morning and I can't sleep because of the constant barking of the dog two houses away. After lying in bed for about 30 minutes and it not shutting up, I finally got up to see who's dog it was. Ok, two houses to the south...so now what? My first thought was to walk down there and bang on their front door and start my whining. But not being from around here, being in a pair of boxer shorts and an old t-shirt, not having shaved in 2 days, and having bed head, all lead me to believe that is a poor choice. So, I thought I would get the address and call my friends at the local police department. So I thought, how do I get the house number. Once again, I could take a stroll down the street in the middle of the night. Dont really want to because of the previously mentioned reasons, plus opening the front door would probably wake up some of the others in the house. So I headed to the internet. I'm here...now what. I know how the find the information for something like that at home...but not here. I do it through my county assessors web site. This is a different county. So I gave up on that. So instead I thought I would whine about the whole ordeal to you, the poor fool that happens to be reading my website.
In the time I was lying in bed listening to Cujos constant barking I started thinking about the two times we were on the guilty end of this same stick. There were two instances where the police were called because of our dog barking. Neither were in the middle of the night thankfully, I would have felt terrible about such a thing. But both times I feel like I was fairly innocent. And both times were just days within moving to a new house. The first time was in the house we lived in previously, and I think we were falsely accused because we had been sitting in the living room the whole time, and never heard the dog barking. Our dog wasn't even much of a barker. But when a cop is at your door, you just want him to leave so you say "Yes sir, sorry sir, we will fix this as quickly as possible sir. Have a nice evening sir. Sir you have some donut on your shirt". The second time, well, our dog was guilty, but it was in the middle of the day, and there were workers in our back yard putting up the fence at our new house. Our dog was chained up and yeah, she was barking at them. And any moron that had just looked out the window could have seen that.
Oh well, I haven't heard the barking in about 30 minutes now. I'm hoping its because the dog is really not barking, and not just because the room where this computer I'm on is far enough away from the backyard that I just can't hear it. I guess I'll go back to bed and give this sleeping thing another shot. Woof.
posted by Scott | 2:38 AM
|
0 comments
Monday, July 03, 2006
Death Row
If I was an inmate on death row, and my time was almost up, and I was asked what I wanted for my last meal....I think I would pick the all-you-can-eat-buffet.
Guard: "Come on Mr. Mass-Murderer, It's time to go." Mass-Murderer: "Oh I'd like to, but I'm not done eating yet."
posted by Scott | 6:58 AM
|
0 comments
Sunday, July 02, 2006
No Regrets
I was thinking recently about the phrase "No Regrets". You'll hear people say it sometimes in movies on their deathbed, or you know, "If I died today, I'd have no regrets". You know what.....that's just a big old bunch of poo. To say that indicates that you'd never have made one mistake in your life. Sure some mistakes actually lead to better things....I know a few people that 'whoops', had an unexpected child because they were doing things without any precautions (or before they should have been). Sure, I would never call that a regret because you get a kid out of the deal. But I can't really imagine someone saying "Nope, I don't regret speeding one bit and getting a $200 ticket and my insurance rates going up" or "Hey remember that time I ate the bad burrito and was on the toilet all night. It was pretty nasty but I sure don't regret it one bit." I know really they're referring to something more deep. They're saying that everything they had done in life had lead them to be the person they were at that moment, and they were just fine with that. If you think about it though, isn't that a little selfish? That means they're fine with what they've done for themselves. But what about those around them? Have they done enough to help someone in need. Have they done enough to lead people to God. Have they done enough to make others lives better? I know if I were going to die today I'd have a lot of regrets. So I guess I have some work to do.
posted by Scott | 9:12 PM
|
0 comments
