spoons

at some point i am going to write about the spoons. why are there spoons missing?
perhaps they are not missing but rather just not there yet. it is such a mystery with so many options. what angle will i take? oh and as B asked why are they different sizes? each one has the exact same reflection which does not seem possible to me. maybe they are magical spooons like my future magical underwear. why are they not orderly? are they in a case? a box? a flat roll out thing? who knows but there are some spoons. this we know.

a new religion

I have had several conversations lately about the Mormon religion. Howard Stern was just talking about it. They are everywhere.

I feel enlightened and I now want some magical underwear.

Loaners are a bummer

Ok so I am pathetic. Tonight I came home in a loaner car with a loaner guitar. I am a loner too. Hey the good news is I am having a wonderful meal of mac and cheese and chicken strips. Of course, I am having the house wine, coca~cola. This house wine brings out brings out the aura of the grand cheese draped macaroni.

So I know you are all quite jealous and you too wish you could have a loaner car and loaner guitar and some house wine but not all of you people can be special like me.

How Smart is Your Right Foot?

This is so funny that it will boggle your mind!
And you will keep trying at least 50 more times to see if you can
outsmart your foot, but you can't.

1. While sitting at your desk, lift your right foot off the floor and
make clockwise circles.

2. Now, while doing this, draw the number "6" in the air with your
right hand. Your foot will change direction!

.......And there's nothing you can do about it!!!

free will

As most people who know me know, I spend a great deal of time thinking about free will.

Today I finished reading Angels & Demons and I am now sitting here finishing up Glorious Appearing (the last of the left behind series).

A question just popped into my head. If we humans have free will, does satan as well?

If satan does have free will then what if he did not participate in the wars of the end times? What if he said 'nah' I do not feel the need to fight with you God. I am happy with things just as they are.

THE AMAZING BOX

Tonight we bought a new grill. We had to because our grill broke. Recently I placed a steak on the second shelf of the grill and it fell thru to the bottom. So anyways we brought the grill home and put it together in the loving room. Good times. Ok Well actually Rob put it together while I held the instruction book.

The thing about it that we both agreed upon is that we are not so impressed with the engineers who designed the grill. However, we are impressed with the people who designed the boxes that held the parts.

I want to know how to get that job. These guys that design these amazing boxes are really cool. How much thought do you really put into a box when you take something out of one? They are way cool folks. So forget the bridges folks, sign me up for box making. I will be happy with cardboard!

Steroids Question

I have heard bits and pieces recently about a boy who died due to taking steroids. The parents are obviously quite upset. Congress is asking questions about steroids.

I have been thinking about this and wondering who should take the blame for this death. Should it be the people who made the drug? Well I do not think so but I am not exactly sure. In order, to come to a conclusion I had to work thru a series of questions.

Why did the boy take the drug? What was happening in his mind that he felt as though he needed to push himself beyond his natural limits? We can not all be a super hero and we can only be what our genetics allows us to be. Why did he think who he was was not good enough?

Did the boy know it was bad for him? If he did not know then he would have been telling people in his life such as his parents that he was taking this great new stuff to make him stronger. Did any adult other than a parent such as a coach know he was taking this drug? If so this adult should be held partially responsible. However, I still believe that if the kid knew enough about the drug not to tell his parents then he should have know enough to not take it.

As I think about that I wonder if it is like having safe sex. Teenagers are horrible about not using a condom. They all think it will not happen to them. Why do they think that? I did not think that. Perhaps the question should be why didn't I think that? Pehaps I am the freak. NO COMMENTS PLEASE!

The thing is that we as a society always seem to want to blame someone else. It is sad to me that this boy died for such a meaningless reason but that does not change the fact that he took a drug that is known to do harm. Assuming the drug was not slipped to him w/o his knowledge he made a decision when he took that drug.

Were the shooters at Columbine responsible for their actions? If so what is the difference really?

Is this the fault of the soccor mom? How deeply embedded is the fear of not being good enough?

I am a republican I swear!

Now I do not have a lot of time to spend on this subject b/c I have to go to work. I think the govt. installed a chip in my brain and it is telling me I must leave the house by 7:20. hmm

Now I believe that the right to bear arms is more than extremely important. I think it is crucial to the survival of our country. It is like owning a Marilyn Manson cd. It is something we all should do.

There are rules about owning a gun. I will not get into them all now and heck I doubt I know all of them. However, my question is about morals. How can we say just b/c someone is supspected of a crime but not found guilty they should not own a gun? I do not believe we can do that.

Protecting the rights of would-be gun owners and making sure that guns aren't for sale to suspected terrorists should be entirely separate matters.

I do not think I agree with this. Freedom does not come without a price. How muc freedom are we willing to give up for a 'feeling' of safety?

I would like to keep the people I suspect to be serial killers, oh yes you are out there, away from their weapon of choice as well. However, I can not prove you damn freaks to be guilty yet so I can not keep you away from your twine and your butter knife. You damn freak.

Anyways, we can not keep people from a car because they might or might not drink and drive.

I do not believe we can say I think you might be doing something so therefore you can not have a gun.

Note:
I base all of this on the word suspect.

not safe until 18

Lately I have found myself in several conversations about abortion. I have been involved in conversations at work and other random places, so ~r~ this is not personally directed at you.

I believe life starts at conception. So if that is true then abortion is murder. So with that said I make one simple point:

If we can kill a life in the womb then we should be able to kill our children for any reason until they turn 18 and we should not need to justify it. So how many kids do you think would actually make it past the age of 14? I would suggest not many!

It is a simple concept that makes absolute sense to me.

It brings up another question though:

What is so magical about the age of 18? Why is that the "legal" age? I mean it is a rip off age anyways because the only thing about that age is you are finished with high school and you are on your own. You can not buy beer and at the age of 18 nothing else matters. You can not make much money at that age so really life sucks at 18. At least under my law you can not be murdered b/c your parents happen to find you inconvient.

It is just a thought!

What do you ACTUALLY get paid?

What is the truth about the social security debate? Personally I love the idea of a private account. I think there is a lot of rhetoric from both sides. Of course, I do believe the pubs have it right here. Honestly, the democrats are such a mess at this point they do not have much else to do but fight this.

However, I just read something that brought up another point I had not thought about. How much do we actually get paid? Congress tells us that one half (6.2 percent) of the Social Security tax is paid by employees and the other half paid by employers. Well just read what oh Walter has to say. It is a great point and now I realize I am paid more per hour than I had thought and I also realize that Valmark is not doing me any favors. Of course, would they really anyways?

So if it is really all my money to start with then shouldn't I get to do what I want with it? Also I like his point about what if the govt. mandated that we must set aside a specific amount for food? The anorexic would be ripped off b/c they do not eat. So would they get a refund for what is not used?

Could this be the TRUE solution to bankruptcy I think we might be on to something here. If the govt. would just dictate what we should do with all of our money then we would have a lot less problems.

Hey maybe the govt. should even tell us what to wear. Isn't it illegal to wear low rise jeans in VA now? Oh if that is true then they already are.

Thank goodness we have such a strong govt. Pretty soon I will not even have to think for myself and if I did they would just tell me I am wrong.

EDIT:
I just found out the low rise law did not pass!

The Incredible Flying Machine

Slam! Run! Pounce! "Hurry, Nee'! We've got to go!" Mark would say. These words were the beginning of another adventurous summer day. Chasing each other out the door, we raced towards our "experiment." There weren't any blueprints to follow, just our imaginations. Put a peice here, put a piece there. WOW! It's a biycle; (we thought).

Our house sat at the top of a miniature mountaion, or so it seemed to us at the time. The mountanous incline gave Mark the G-forces necessary to fulfill his Evil-Kinival fantasy. On this chosen day, Mark would attempt to fly over the neighbor's station wagon! Little did we know how well this hare-brained scheme would actually turn out.

Mark mounted our multicolored, two-wheeler, rid-at-your-own-risk experiment. "Nee, if I live through this, I double dare you to do it, " were his last words before he started his mission. Glancing around and taking in his surroundings, he chose the direction of his destiny. Mark bowed his head for one last prayer and the countdown began. "10-9-8-7-6-5-4-3-2-1 BLAST OFF!" As the word came out of my mouth, Mark kicked the pedeal with extreme force, like an engine reaching its maximum velocity.

Speeding down the hill, Mark reminded me of a giant spider rushing to the kill. His wind-blown face resembled that of a Ren and Stimpy cartoon with his open mouth strething from ear to ear. Squealing with excitement, he hit the ramp at maximum acceleration. To our astonishiment within a split second he was sailing through the air and over our neighbor's old sation wagon. Haphazardly landing with a thump on both wheels, he wobbled to a stop. After sighing and taking a few deep breaths, he laid a trembling hand on my shoulder and said, "Together we made it Nee."

As we trudged wearily towards the pinnacle of our mountain, which seemed further away somehow, we leaned on each other and basked in the glory of our success. Near the top Mark confided, " I want to do it one more time." Upon reaching the top we dropped to the gournd under Mrs. Grady's shade tree and discussed the details of our latest experiment. Finally, feeling sure of himself, Mark stood up and said, "I'm ready to attempt the flight one last time."

Saying, "Watch this Nee," he mounted the flying machine and started pedaling for dear life. Riding beside him, I noticed him starting to sway. Suddenly, the handlebars on which he had had a strong, solid grip jerked loose from the bike. Mark's face filled with terror as the front tire and forks disengaged themselves from the bike and went rolling merrily on their own way. I skidded to a stop as bike parts rolled accross my path. Instantly, Mark was thrown from our experimental bike. With a horrifying scream, he began sliding down the hill on his arms and knees.

Jumping off my bike, I ran towards the bloody heap lying in the road. Reaching out my hand, I helped him to his feet. As we stumbled towards the house, pikcing up the stray bicycle pieces on the way, he looked at me and moaned, "Next time le'ts make sure the bolts are screwed on extra tight."

This is just one of the crazy days my cousin, Mark and I had growing up together. Living life day to day, I do not always realize how important each moment is and how I should cherish each memory.

I LOVE YOU MARK!