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31 July 2007

I've been tagged.

This post comes to your living room (or office while your boss isn't looking) courtesy of Katie. That's right, I got tagged.

The Rules:
1. I have to post these rules before I give you the facts.
2. Each player starts with eight random facts/habits about themselves.
3. People who are tagged need to write their own blog (about their eight things) and post these rules. (**if you’re a non-blogger, you can email them!)
4. At the end of your blog, you need to choose eight people to get tagged and list their names.
5. Don’t forget to leave them a comment telling them they’re tagged, and to read your blog.

My eight random facts and/or habits:

1. I'm pretty OCD. It's really hard for me not to do things such as straightening pictures in other people's houses. Often, I'll be sitting with Katie and out of nowhere jump to my feet and run to the other side of the room. She'll be looking around trying to figure out what the emergency is, while I'm just over there because I noticed a pillow that wasn't straight. If you want to really drive me nuts, leave a drawer slightly open.

2. When I get nervous, I do math in my head. I usually stick with equations involving square roots and prime numbers. I love prime numbers - they're one of my favorite things in life. Prime numbers and puppies.

3. When I was in the second grade, I used to "teach" karate to my friends during recess. Really, this just involved them paying me money to push me on the swing. We would line up at the swing set and one guy would push me while two more would be in front of me. When I would pass by them, I would kick at them so that they would learn how to block a frontal attack. Everything, of course, was inspired by The Karate Kid. So, before I would kick, we would review the "wax on / wax off" motion - this lesson lasted pretty much all year. The grand finale was teaching the final swan jump kick made famous in the movie. I actually had to get off the swing to teach this, but I figured they should eventually get some value out of all their lost lunch money.

4. I very rarely ever finish a book. I really enjoy reading...just usually the first 50 pages.

5. I'm never hesitant to speak of my admiration for Sting as my musical hero. What I usually don't admit (that publically anyway) is that I'm a huge Timberlake fan. He's a genius and amazingly talented. Yes, I know that I'm a 27 year old married guy.

6. As a kid, my life ambition was to grow up to be Defensive End for the Dallas Cowboys. Furthermore, I thought the job was going to be a lock for me, easy and simple. I literally believed they were just waiting for me to grow up and show up. Guess not...

7. I admit it, I have a "man crush" on Bill Clinton.

8. In college, my roommates and I bought a carton of milk and decided to keep it in the fridge for as long as we could to see what would happen to it. As one would expect, it was pretty gross after seven months. Utterly disgusting, actually. Well, after said seventh month, Jonathan and I decided it was time to get rid of the milk. It was nasty. Extremely nasty. Curdled, totally separated, stinky, and skunky...oh so stinky and skunky. Anyway, it was night and we thought a decent time to walk outside an dump it out. We were living on the second floor of an apartment that had wood slotted porches with porch swings. For some reason, which I really can't remember, we decided not to make the trek to find a good spot of grass to kill and instead decided to dump the milk right outside our door. We flipped the lid, held our nose, and poured the milk through the slats of our porch. It lumped out in the beginning, followed by the more watery substance, and it all carried a smell that would cause gag reflexing in a split second. As it happened, we had only begun to pour the milk when in the darkness we heard a desperately panicked yet incredibly angry "What the f*@!" Turns out, a friend of the guys living below us was sitting on the porch swing directly below us...I mean, it was a perfect hit. We nailed him. The next thing we heard was a bunch of cussing mixed with footsteps running up the stairs towards us, so we did what any brave and indestructible college kids would do - we ran inside, double locked the door, and fell to the floor laughing our butts off as he was hitting our door on the outside calling us to come out. Yeah that was going to happen. I think we really did feel at least a little bad - I mean, the smell had to have stayed with him for a while - but it was just so amazingly funny.

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So now for my own tagging. Being that this has gone around and I've spotted it in a couple of different of my "blog clicks" (as I call it), I'm trying not to tag anyone for a second time. So, here's my best shot:
Commish, Dan, Jerod, John Mark, jonny5, Nicoli, Tyson, and Mark Cuban.

30 July 2007

Don't Hassel with the Hoff.

All of Hasselhoff's music videos are worth your time watching, but this one is pretty tough to beat...

26 July 2007

I am blue.

Inspired by Katie, I took the Color Code Test and it turns out that I’m Blue. Katie happens to be Red (of which I give her a hard time for being shown a power monger). It's a 45 question test that is well worth your time and quite insightful. I think it was spot on for Katie and I. FYI, it says that there's not right or wrong color...but everyone knows that life just doesn't work like that. In my humble opinion, there is a best color - here's its description:

BLUES are motivated by INTIMACY. They seek to genuinely connect with others, and need to be understood and appreciated. Everything they do is quality-based. They are loyal friends, employers, and employees. Whatever or whomever they commit to is their sole (and soul) focus. They love to serve and give themselves freely in order to nurture others' lives.

have distinct preferences and have the most controlling personality. Their personal code of ethics is remarkably strong and they expect others to live honest, committed lives as well. They enjoy meaningful moments in conversation as well as paying close attention to special life events (e.g. birthdays and anniversaries). BLUES are dependable, thoughtful, and analytical; but can also be self-righteous, worry-prone, and moody. They are "sainted pit-bulls" who never let go of something or someone, once they are committed. When you deal with a BLUE, be sincere and make a genuine effort to understand and appreciate them.

05 July 2007

Barton Creek.


A couple of weeks ago, Katie and I joined her parents and little brother at Barton Creek for a few days for a little get away. Barton Creek is an incredible resort in the Austin hill country, and it was a time filled with beauty and relaxation...that is, except for my golf game. I played my first round of golf ever on the Fazio Foothils course, which ranks #4 among America's 50 best Resort Courses and has six holes ranked among the best or most beautiful holes in the state. My time hitting the sticks, as they say, was one that was both highly enjoyable and frustrating. The course itself was breathtaking, but my game (or lack thereof) was rather lackluster. That being said, I had an absolutely wonderful time...the best part of that day was just spending time with Robert and Chad. The whole trip was great, and I was once again struck with the question that always hits me whenever I'm in Austin: "Why do we live in Dallas?"

02 July 2007

joke of the day.

A priest, a baptist preacher, and a rabbi all served as chaplains to the students of Northern Michigan University in Marquette.

They would get together two or three times a week for coffee and to talk shop.

One day, someone made the comment that preaching to people isn't really all that hard. A real challenge would be to preach to a bear.

One thing led to another and they decided to do an experiment They would all go out into the woods, find a bear, preach to it, and attempt to convert it.

Seven days later, they're all together to discuss the experience.

Father Flannery, who has his arm in a sling, is on crutches, and has various bandages, goes first."Well," he says, "I went into the woods to find me a bear. And when I found him I began to read to him from the Catechism. Well, that bear wanted nothing to do with me and began to slap me around. So I quickly grabbed my holy water, sprinkled him and, Holy Mary Mother of God, he became as gentle a lamb. The bishop is coming out next week to give him first communion and confirmation."

Reverend Billy Bob spoke next. He was in a wheelchair, with an arm and both legs in casts, and an IV drip. In his best fire and brimstone oratory he claimed, " WELL brothers, you KNOW that we don't sprinkle! I went out and I FOUND me a bear. And then I began to read to my bear from God's HOLY WORD! But that bear wanted nothing to do with me. So I took HOLD of him and we began to wrestle. We wrestled down one hill, UP another and DOWN another until we came to a creek. So I quick DUNKED him and BAPTIZED his hairy soul. And just like you said, he became as gentle as a lamb. We spent the rest of the day praising Jesus."

They both looked down at Rabbi Lowenstein, who was lying in a hospital bed. He was in a body cast and traction with IV's and monitors running in and out of him. He was in bad shape. The rabbi looks up and very deliberately and painfully says, "Looking back on it, circumcision may not have been the best way to start."

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