Saturday, September 02, 2006
New Digi Scrapbook Layout
This is my first official digital scrapbook layout. It took a while, but I did it. I made all of the elements myself (well, not the fonts - I used the fonts "Happy Happy Joy Joy" and "Hey Gorgeous"). It turned out rather cute if I don't say so myself. I will be posting more as I complete them.
I almost forgot
I took the next two pictures in San Francisco last weekend. Just some random people walking down the streets in San Francisco. Sometimes the best entertainment is free ;)
This dude apparently REALLY likes Kermit the Frog. Sometimes it is just better to not ask questions.
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This dude was painted in gold from head to toe - even his shoes and briefcase - I wonder where he was going??? Things that make you go hmmmm.
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Friday, September 01, 2006
The ...yawn....VMA's
Where are Britney and Madonna when you need them?
Now that is something I NEVER would have caught myself asking. But after watching the VMA's last night, that is what I was thinking.
I watched the VMA Awards last night, only because there was nothing else on tv. And, much to my unsurprise, it was boring (yawn). Not only that: it sucked! Shakira, one of the worst singers in the world, performed, and even with all her hip-shaking, it was still lame. That woman cannot sing! She was plain horrible. She is better at dancing. People like her, Britney Spears and Kevin Federline should just put down the microphone and dance. If you're a better singer than dancer, then sing. If you're a better dancer than a singer, then dance for goodness sake, and don't subject our ears to your pitiful wailing.
The Pussycat Dolls (another group I absolutely cannot stand) won the award for best dance video (or some crap like that). They made a speech which was about as long as their song. It is not a Grammy, people. It is a VMA....one of the least prestigious awards out there. Just say thanks and exit the stage. Don't make some long-ass speech thanking everyone and their mother for inspiration, courage, and yadda yadda yadda.
Jack Black, a man who I normally think is funny, hosted the show, but even he could not breathe life into the dull performances and long-boring speeches. Nowadays, when everything is politically-correct and every network lives in fear of the FCC, we all have to endure award shows which offer no surprises, no controversy and little or no humor.
I hate the VMA's because I like hard rock music and lord knows MTV only plays pop and hip hop on their channel. Where did Headbanger's Ball go?? I want that show back. I remember when MTV actually played music, and not these lame-ass shows like Laguna Beach, Next, My Super Sweet Sixteen, and The Hills. They really should change their name to LTV (Lame Television) or something like that. I think Music Television is false advertising.
Anyway, I know they will replay that lame VMA show over and over on MTV for the rest of this month. As if we didn't get enough the first time, or, heaven forbid, someone missed the show! (oh goodness, no!) So if you missed it, don't worry. You will have about 50 more chances to see Shakira shaking her hips and doing her pitiful best to sing.
But a better option would be to just not watch. I still can't get Shakira's screeching out of my head. Someone please help me!
On the bright side, Sarah Silverman was hilarious as she made jokes about Paris Hilton, saying she should lose weight because she can't even see the bones in her back. She should host next year. Silverman in '07, people!
Now that is something I NEVER would have caught myself asking. But after watching the VMA's last night, that is what I was thinking.
I watched the VMA Awards last night, only because there was nothing else on tv. And, much to my unsurprise, it was boring (yawn). Not only that: it sucked! Shakira, one of the worst singers in the world, performed, and even with all her hip-shaking, it was still lame. That woman cannot sing! She was plain horrible. She is better at dancing. People like her, Britney Spears and Kevin Federline should just put down the microphone and dance. If you're a better singer than dancer, then sing. If you're a better dancer than a singer, then dance for goodness sake, and don't subject our ears to your pitiful wailing.
The Pussycat Dolls (another group I absolutely cannot stand) won the award for best dance video (or some crap like that). They made a speech which was about as long as their song. It is not a Grammy, people. It is a VMA....one of the least prestigious awards out there. Just say thanks and exit the stage. Don't make some long-ass speech thanking everyone and their mother for inspiration, courage, and yadda yadda yadda.
Jack Black, a man who I normally think is funny, hosted the show, but even he could not breathe life into the dull performances and long-boring speeches. Nowadays, when everything is politically-correct and every network lives in fear of the FCC, we all have to endure award shows which offer no surprises, no controversy and little or no humor.
I hate the VMA's because I like hard rock music and lord knows MTV only plays pop and hip hop on their channel. Where did Headbanger's Ball go?? I want that show back. I remember when MTV actually played music, and not these lame-ass shows like Laguna Beach, Next, My Super Sweet Sixteen, and The Hills. They really should change their name to LTV (Lame Television) or something like that. I think Music Television is false advertising.
Anyway, I know they will replay that lame VMA show over and over on MTV for the rest of this month. As if we didn't get enough the first time, or, heaven forbid, someone missed the show! (oh goodness, no!) So if you missed it, don't worry. You will have about 50 more chances to see Shakira shaking her hips and doing her pitiful best to sing.
But a better option would be to just not watch. I still can't get Shakira's screeching out of my head. Someone please help me!
On the bright side, Sarah Silverman was hilarious as she made jokes about Paris Hilton, saying she should lose weight because she can't even see the bones in her back. She should host next year. Silverman in '07, people!
Caption This!
Baby Barron Trump, pictured here, has apparently inherited both his father's wealth.... and his hair.
post your own funny caption in a comment if you wanna.
Random Fact of The Day
When a giraffe's baby is born it falls from a height of six feet, normally without being hurt.
Funny Stuff From Dave Barry
"Although I am not allowed to dress my daughter, I still have to do her hair. I can't do my OWN hair, which looks like the nest of a deeply troubled osprey. But Sophie wants a ponytail, and she is not happy with the quality of the one I make. I don't blame her: It's asymmetrical. It looks like it's from a cubist pony whose tail grows out of the side of its butt. So I spend a lot of time being brutally critiqued on my hair techniques by my daughter. It's not easy, but I am happy to do it to support the sports-writing career of my wife, to whom I say: Honey, if you're reading this in some locker room somewhere filled with naked male athletes, rest assured that we're OK! Also, you'd better be reading this with your eyes closed."
Stupid News Story of The Day
(Makes the term "panty raid" take on a whole new meaning.)
Ore. man faces 11 years for panty thefts
CORVALLIS, Ore. - Sung Koo Kim, a 32-year-old Tigard man who stole college women's underwear, has been sentenced one more time for the thefts.
After the fourth part of a four-county plea agreement, Kim faces a total of 11 years in prison.
In Benton County on Wednesday, Circuit Judge Janet Holcomb sentenced him to 31 months in prison for burglary, charges stemming from the theft of underwear and other personal items from Oregon State University residences in 2004.
He has previously been sentenced in Washington, Yamhill and Multnomah counties.
Joo and Dong Kim were at Wednesday's hearing, where their son quietly apologized. Joo said her son is mentally ill and having a difficult time in prison.
"He says most of the time he stays in his cell with a cellmate who is also mentally ill," Joo said. "He's getting medication, but he needs expert mental-health care as soon as possible."
The Kims maintain their son is no danger to anyone and has never been violent.
But Benton County prosecutors said Kim targeted the OSU women's swim team and labeled underwear and personal hygiene items with the names of the women from whom they were stolen. He also photographed himself wearing some of the underwear.
Prosecutors said that behavior, along with thousands of violent pornographic images downloaded onto his computer, is evidence of his violent obsession, prosecutors said.
In one document on Kim's computer, "we see the defendant making a list of horrific torture steps that lead to murder," according to court documents, "followed by a list of supplies to bring along to complete the tasks."
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Information from: Gazette-Times, http://www.gtconnect.com
Thursday, August 31, 2006
Another day, another 50 cents
I keep thinking it is Tuesday. It is probably because I had Monday and Tuesday off. But am I glad that it is actually Thursday instead of Tuesday? Hell yes!!!
There are never enough weekends in the year. There is no such thing as too much time off. No sireee. Not to a lazy ass like me.
Anyhow, I have been spending the majority of my home time working on a new hobby: scrapbooking. It is addictive as hell. I have taken so many pictures over the years that I thought it was high time I actually do something with them instead of letting them sit around collecting dust. And I recently found out that you can do your scrapbooking digitally, too! Yep. I am now hooked on that, too. I have been working with Paint Shop Pro at home, putting together layouts and making "papers" and all kinds of stuff to make my pages all purty. Someday, I will publish one (when I actually finish one, that is - hehe). I love Paint Shop Pro! Gosh, I am such a geek.
The memorial service for my aunt Marge went really well. It was more of a get-together than an actual service. My cousin Steve's wife, Carolyn, had put together a photo slide show of pictures of Marge when she was a little kid, to more recent pictures. There was even one in there of her and me....and I was sitting on a cow...yes, a cow. I am gonna have to find that one and post it one of these days. You know, a lot of people - me included - hate having their picture taken. But seeing all of those pictures of her really shows the importance of having pictures. Even though my uncle Martin is so devastated about losing Marge, he is going to be glad one of these days that he has all of those pictures to look back on.
It was really nice to see all of my relatives - my cousins: Mike, Jeff, Bob, Steven, Dave, Debbie, Lori, and all of their kids...Colter, Hattie, Dalton, Payton, Natasha and Nicholas: and my aunts and uncles: Helen, Sandy, Bill and Martin. I hadn't seen them in ages. My cousin Bob was so funny. He showed up in his work clothes...dirty shirt and suspenders, jeans, work boots and a shiny, silver hard hat. We were calling him, "Bob the Builder." He didn't take off his hard hat once...not that his noggin was in any danger of being smacked, but that is just Bob. He is just a big kid at heart. I still remember having dirt clod wars out in the apple orchard with him, Mike and Jeff when I was a kid...hehe.
We stayed up at Debbie and Ted's house in Sebastopol, and the weather was just so nice. It was pretty cool in the evening, but boy did it feel good to be cool instead of hot like it is here in Bakersfield. My brother had a good time playing football with Colter, even though he did mess up his ankle. It was all swollen the next day. He is not as spry as he used to be. Guess his old age has caught up to him.
There are never enough weekends in the year. There is no such thing as too much time off. No sireee. Not to a lazy ass like me.
Anyhow, I have been spending the majority of my home time working on a new hobby: scrapbooking. It is addictive as hell. I have taken so many pictures over the years that I thought it was high time I actually do something with them instead of letting them sit around collecting dust. And I recently found out that you can do your scrapbooking digitally, too! Yep. I am now hooked on that, too. I have been working with Paint Shop Pro at home, putting together layouts and making "papers" and all kinds of stuff to make my pages all purty. Someday, I will publish one (when I actually finish one, that is - hehe). I love Paint Shop Pro! Gosh, I am such a geek.
The memorial service for my aunt Marge went really well. It was more of a get-together than an actual service. My cousin Steve's wife, Carolyn, had put together a photo slide show of pictures of Marge when she was a little kid, to more recent pictures. There was even one in there of her and me....and I was sitting on a cow...yes, a cow. I am gonna have to find that one and post it one of these days. You know, a lot of people - me included - hate having their picture taken. But seeing all of those pictures of her really shows the importance of having pictures. Even though my uncle Martin is so devastated about losing Marge, he is going to be glad one of these days that he has all of those pictures to look back on.
It was really nice to see all of my relatives - my cousins: Mike, Jeff, Bob, Steven, Dave, Debbie, Lori, and all of their kids...Colter, Hattie, Dalton, Payton, Natasha and Nicholas: and my aunts and uncles: Helen, Sandy, Bill and Martin. I hadn't seen them in ages. My cousin Bob was so funny. He showed up in his work clothes...dirty shirt and suspenders, jeans, work boots and a shiny, silver hard hat. We were calling him, "Bob the Builder." He didn't take off his hard hat once...not that his noggin was in any danger of being smacked, but that is just Bob. He is just a big kid at heart. I still remember having dirt clod wars out in the apple orchard with him, Mike and Jeff when I was a kid...hehe.
We stayed up at Debbie and Ted's house in Sebastopol, and the weather was just so nice. It was pretty cool in the evening, but boy did it feel good to be cool instead of hot like it is here in Bakersfield. My brother had a good time playing football with Colter, even though he did mess up his ankle. It was all swollen the next day. He is not as spry as he used to be. Guess his old age has caught up to him.
Funny Stuff From Dave Barry
"There comes a time when a man must go into the wilderness and face one of mankind's oldest, and most feared, enemies: trout. For me, that time came recently in Idaho, where I go every summer. Many people thing Idaho is nothing but potato farms, but nothing could be further from the truth.: There are also beet farms. No, seriously, Idaho is a beautiful state that offers - to quote Emerson - 'nature out the bazooty.' This includes many rivers and streams that allegedly team with trout. I say 'allegedly' because until recently I never saw an actual trout, teeming or otherwise. People were always pointing at the water and saying, 'Look! Trout!' But I saw nothing. I wondered if these people were like that creepy little boy in the movie The Sixth Sense who had the supernatural ability to see trout."
Stupid News Story of The Day
(You can't teach an old dog new tricks.)
Woman crashes when teaching dog to drive
BEIJING - A woman in Hohhot, the capital of north China's Inner Mongolia region, crashed her car while giving her dog a driving lesson, the official Xinhua News Agency said Monday.
No injuries were reported although both vehicles were slightly damaged, it said.
The woman, identified only be her surname, Li, said her dog "was fond of crouching on the steering wheel and often watched her drive," according to Xinhua.
"She thought she would let the dog 'have a try' while she operated the accelerator and brake," the report said. "They did not make it far before crashing into an oncoming car."
Xinhua did not say what kind of dog or vehicles were involved but Li paid for repairs.
Wednesday, August 30, 2006
My mother was a mail-order bride
It is funny the things you learn about your family over the years. I grew up thinking my parents had a conventional courtship and marriage. I mean, they look conventional and all. They look relatively normal. Who would have guessed my mom was a stalker?
Yes, a stalker.
I said it.
When I was up at my cousin Debbie's house over the weekend - my family and I had gone up there for my aunt Marge's memorial service - my parents and her got to talking about how they met and all that good stuff. Well I always knew that my parents had met at college. But I thought they dated in college, too. I was wrong. It seems my mom and dad DID meet in college, but they didn't date there. My mom, according to my dad, was dating several guys back then (including some skin divers - my mom was a player too! hehe), but only was friends with my dad. It wasn't until my dad left for the army that they started dating. But it wasn't in the usual, "let's go out for pizza and a movie" kind of thing. No. That would be too simple. My mom, being the stalker she was, found out my dad's address in the army. She didn't say how. I don't know if she asked a friend of his or if she took matters into her own hands and somehow found it. But she found his address and they started writing back and forth and formed a relationship via the US Mail.
Well, eventually, somehow the subject of marriage was brought up - by my mom, according to my dad - and my dad ended up buying my mom an engagement ring. But he just couldn't wait to give it to her, so he - and I am not making this up - MAILED it to her. Yes, he mailed it to her. Now the price tag on the ring is subject to some debate. My mom says it was like $37.50 and my dad says it was more like $130 (which was a lot of money back in the day). So no one is quite clear on just how much the ring cost, but the diamond fell out of it...twice. My dad joked around and was saying that that should have been a warning sign (my dad is so funny). So anyway, after my dad finished up the highway patrol academy, they got married in Reno, Nevada at a small chapel, and over 35 years later, they are still married.
I guess love will find a way. Even through the US Mail.
I now joke with my mom, calling her "the stalker" or the "mail order bride." She just laughs and says, "Oh Kim." My mom is funny too.
I would have never, not in a million years, guessed that my parents hooked up though some paper, envelopes and postage stamps.
No. Not in a million years.
Yes, a stalker.
I said it.
When I was up at my cousin Debbie's house over the weekend - my family and I had gone up there for my aunt Marge's memorial service - my parents and her got to talking about how they met and all that good stuff. Well I always knew that my parents had met at college. But I thought they dated in college, too. I was wrong. It seems my mom and dad DID meet in college, but they didn't date there. My mom, according to my dad, was dating several guys back then (including some skin divers - my mom was a player too! hehe), but only was friends with my dad. It wasn't until my dad left for the army that they started dating. But it wasn't in the usual, "let's go out for pizza and a movie" kind of thing. No. That would be too simple. My mom, being the stalker she was, found out my dad's address in the army. She didn't say how. I don't know if she asked a friend of his or if she took matters into her own hands and somehow found it. But she found his address and they started writing back and forth and formed a relationship via the US Mail.
Well, eventually, somehow the subject of marriage was brought up - by my mom, according to my dad - and my dad ended up buying my mom an engagement ring. But he just couldn't wait to give it to her, so he - and I am not making this up - MAILED it to her. Yes, he mailed it to her. Now the price tag on the ring is subject to some debate. My mom says it was like $37.50 and my dad says it was more like $130 (which was a lot of money back in the day). So no one is quite clear on just how much the ring cost, but the diamond fell out of it...twice. My dad joked around and was saying that that should have been a warning sign (my dad is so funny). So anyway, after my dad finished up the highway patrol academy, they got married in Reno, Nevada at a small chapel, and over 35 years later, they are still married.
I guess love will find a way. Even through the US Mail.
I now joke with my mom, calling her "the stalker" or the "mail order bride." She just laughs and says, "Oh Kim." My mom is funny too.
I would have never, not in a million years, guessed that my parents hooked up though some paper, envelopes and postage stamps.
No. Not in a million years.
Caption This!
I'll get the ying if you get the yang.
post your own funny caption in a comment if you wanna.
Funny Stuff From Dave Barry
"My daughter Sophie picks out all her clothes. This is a LOT of clothes, because she changes outfits many times a day, because God forbid you should go to the supermarket dressed in an Ariel the Mermaid outfit that you've been wearing for nearly forty-five minutes! No, to go to the supermarket, you need to change into your bridal gown. (Yes, Sophie has a bridal gown. Shut up.)"
Stupid News Story of The Day
(That must have been some cake!)
Thieves have their cake but can't eat it
BERLIN (Reuters) - Two men broke into a supermarket depot in Germany and left with just a cake, authorities said on Tuesday.
"Sometimes people just come up with crazy ideas," said Hermann Schwichtenberg, a spokesman for police in the northern town of Itzehoe. "Now we've seen everything."
Police arrested the two men, aged 29 and 41, shortly after the late night break-in and recovered the stolen cake. A search of the men's flat uncovered no more loot.
Monday, August 28, 2006
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