Communist Fundraisers

Women can't even understand themselves, so how am I suppose to?

I am a tired panda... you see, I am running off of 2 hours of sleep. My plan was to go to bed at a "reasonable hour" and get up and go to church. Let's just say that plan didn't happen. I went to bed around 7:30. I'm not going to blame other people but.... I am...

We stayed up watching a nice blend of Firefly and Lost. We also listened to the musings of one Dane Cook. And all of a sudden, it was daylight. Stupid sun... Why does it always have to keep shining and stuff?

Just got through with another fundraiser for our mission trip to New Orleans in a couple of weeks. We raised a little over a thousands dollars. Spuds can go a long way, you know? The best part of it was being the dj of the fundraiser. All I did was put a c.d. in and walked away. I got jiggy with it.

And today will hopefully be dedicated to finishing the chapter over Marxism. I have over 15 pages so it will take every bit of sunlight for me to do it ..... I'm a slow reader, by the way. But Marxism is kind of interesting... gotta love those communists.

Random picture time:

Bryan really scares me...

Until next time, vaya con Dios.

All my days

All the insecurities of my past catch up to the present, and haunt me still. What happens when I look and see? I see the total of what I am. All my joys and sorrows together. I look away and escape to the future and past because I can't cope with what has made me insecure. I wish I could change the past... But it's me that wishes such. I can not see beyond my own hand... yet I could not see beyond yours as well. I remain to myself... mute. It all leads me to here... in the rain, again.

Will the future present itself in a new light? The innocence of time is broken. There has been a treason at sea in my ocean of troubles that means very little in the broad scheme of everything. Yet my heart aches for the absence of visions of yesterday. I shrug it off, hopefully, and await the joy of tomorrow.

"Surely goodness will follow me all of my days..."

Six Flags Over Rome

3 hours straight of basketball. I'm a tired panda. I just may... just MAY have sweated the equivalent of a 6th graders body weight. Maybe I need some water. Maybe...

Well, Romans and Christians went really well. Nobody received injuries that I'm aware of. At least the ambulance didn't have to come our to the church this time. So, it was at least better than last time. I played as a Roman priest along with my fellow Roman Bryan. The Romans would try to capture Christians and bring them to jail. The jailers would randomly send us the captured Christians. Anyway, our job was to give them the ultimate ultimatum: to choose to follow Caesar or follow Christ. A follower of Caesar would have to sign a piece of paper that says "Caesar is Lord" at the top. Of course, not signing it consequently means you have chosen to be executed by the Romans. We would do everything short of screaming in their face telling them that what they are doing is suicide. We tried to make it as real as we could get...

Bryan and I were questioning one guy (a Christian). We explained to him that if he would sign his name then he would be a free person. And if he decided to do so, he would receive a mark on his hand. I later explained to him that it's like a free pass in life considering where he was. Then I got right in his face and explained that he could also get a Free Pass to Six Flags Over Rome. My salesmanship needs work. (Just imagine that old bald guy in the Six Flags commercials dancing in front of the Colleseum.)

Today I went to the "coffee shop" (AKA The Perfect Blend). A friend of mine and her mother (who works there) were present along with two very young girls. One of these girls I have never talked to comes up to me, acting like a cat, and proceeds to stand on top of my feet, then my legs, then on my shoulders, and finally on my head. I didn't know what to do, so I played along. I threw her off down some stairs.... JUST KIDDING. Sheesh..... Anyway, I ran around the room with the little girl on my shoulders. She seemed to really enjoy it though... so it was worth it. However, my friend was a little more than embarrassed because the little girl was her sister. I think the mother was a little embarrassed too. But it's all good. (Muffin... don't be embarrassed).

How dumb are these shows like "The Insider" and "Entertainment Tonight"? "Well, Pat, her dress just didn't accentuate her shoulders. She made a major mistake wearing the shoes with that necklace." Makes me wanna puke.

Until next time, vaya con Dios.

The Romans are coming!

Finally!.... A final!

Tonight I will take my first final. I get to use my notes which never happens. So, we'll see how good of a note taker I am. Another good thing is that this final is before finals week actually starts. So, I will complete my first class of the spring semester tonight. And after that it's off to a rousing game of Romans And Christians. This time, hopefully, no dislocated ankles.

Let's see... what else is going on in the world of me? Well, I started jogging last night. And, of course, last night was the first night in a long time that it was near the point of cold. But, I'm a warrior.... whoosh!

Don't you hate it when you have something to say and you don't know how to say it? And what's worse, you don't know the effects of what you might say? That's the problem with me too often. Why can't I just say something without any fear?

Until next time, vaya con Dios.

Fatty McGee

It always takes something big to make a change in your life.

I went to a website that calculates your BMI (body mass index) and the results startled me. For my height and weight, I am considered overweight. When I first saw that, I was stunned. How can I be overweight? Some people still consider me "thin". Then again, "overweight" isn't the same thing as "overfat". But that doesn't give me much comfort right now.

I have recently cut out an unhealthy habit from my life: soda. And that is a good thing. But it is a small step into me becoming healthy. I realize that I have much to do to become a healthy person. Many people think that your diet is the key to losing weight. While that is no doubt important, it is just as important to exercise.... which I don't do on a consistant basis.

You should have seen me in high school. (I sound old now). I weighed around 155 lbs. Now I weigh 190. 35 lbs!!!!!! I have gained 35 lbs since then!!! Wow... that almost makes me sick thinking about it. I have to do something about it. So, those of you who know me and see me sometimes, keep me in check. If anybody wants to do some kind of exercise routine sometime, let me know. I need somebody to keep me in check. Like an accountability partner. So, if you are interested, let me know.

So, here's to not looking like this later in my life:



Until next time, vaya con Dios.

Stickball: Catch the Fever!

Why is it that when people say they are abducted by aliens, that they are always violated by an anal probe. So, are aliens just that lonely, or what?

Random thought, I know.

Anyway, every Friday night I go play stickball. I finished up at 2 a.m. It's not wonder that I am a tired Panda when I wake up on Saturday. Our version of Stickball takes place on Ada High's tennis courts and is played with a tennis ball. We have an official wooden stick we play with, which you have to be careful, or you will get splinters. But it's fun, especially the national anthem. Yes, we do the national anthem before each game. I bring out the kazoo and we have a good time. What's missing is the flag... and a John 3:16 sign just beyond the outfield fence.

It's now been 2 months since I've last had a soda water. So, give me some blog 5's (which is like a high-5, only via the blog).

Until next time, vaya con Dios.

This was a waste of your time

I stink... literally.

Just got back from the playing of the basketball. I made a few shots, which is good... However I realized how out of shape I was just a minute into the playing. But I'm glad I went. I need more exercise. I am now a whopping 192 lbs. To me, that's not good. Well, I'd be happy at that weight if more if was muscle, but that isn't that case.

I just realized that I have nothing to talk about. So, I'm going to go into random mode. Here goes...

I hate escalators. One time I tripped on one. I fell for an hour and a half.

But I always wanted to put a slinky on an escalator.

Wow... this was a lousy post.

Until next time, vaya con Dios.

Pale Blue Dot

Last night I was fortunate enough to get out of class early to attend Ada First Baptists college bible study. Doug (the college minister) showed us a video from Louis Giglio and his church. He talked about us (the human race) in relation to the universe. We are so very, very, very, very small compared to how big it all is. It's a significant insignificance. To think that God is in control of it all and yet He still loves us most of all? Wow. That's not even comprehendable.

You can barely make out the "pale, blue dot" in this picture. It's near the bottom right hand side.

This narrow-angle color image of the Earth, dubbed 'Pale Blue Dot', is a part of the first ever 'portrait' of the solar system taken by Voyager 1. The spacecraft acquired a total of 60 frames for a mosaic of the solar system from a distance of more than 4 billion miles from Earth. Because of the reflection of sunlight off the spacecraft, the Earth seems to be sitting in a beam of light, as if there were some special significance to this small world. But it's just an accident of geometry and optics. The Sun emits its radiation equitably in all directions. Had the picture been taken a little earlier or a little later, there would have been no sunbeam highlighting the Earth.

Carl Sagan wrote about this image:

"We succeeded in taking that picture [from deep space], and, if you look at it, you see a dot. That's here. That's home. That's us. On it, everyone you ever heard of, every human being who ever lived, lived out their lives. The aggregate of all our joys and sufferings, thousands of confident religions, ideologies and economic doctrines, every hunter and forager, every hero and coward, every creator and destroyer of civilizations, every king and peasant, every young couple in love, every hopeful child, every mother and father, every inventor and explorer, every teacher of morals, every corrupt politician, every superstar, every supreme leader, every saint and sinner in the history of our species, lived there on a mote of dust, suspended in a sunbeam.
"The earth is a very small stage in a vast cosmic arena. Think of the rivers of blood spilled by all those generals and emperors so that in glory and in triumph they could become the momentary masters of a fraction of a dot. Think of the endless cruelties visited by the inhabitants of one corner of the dot on scarcely distinguishable inhabitants of some other corner of the dot. How frequent their misunderstandings, how eager they are to kill one another, how fervent their hatreds. Our posturings, our imagined self-importance, the delusion that we have some privileged position in the universe, are challenged by this point of pale light.
"Our planet is a lonely speck in the great enveloping cosmic dark. In our obscurity -- in all this vastness -- there is no hint that help will come from elsewhere to save us from ourselves. It is up to us. It's been said that astronomy is a humbling, and I might add, a character-building experience. To my mind, there is perhaps no better demonstration of the folly of human conceits than this distant image of our tiny world. To me, it underscores our responsibility to deal more kindly and compassionately with one another and to preserve and cherish that pale blue dot, the only home we've ever known."

Until next time, vaya con Dios.

It's not me, it's you

It seems like I have no control over my life. And that's good.

This "promising" job opportunity was nothing more than "promising". But that's okay. Apparently God has something better for me. Hopefully, I won't get in His way.

Right now I'm watching the 3 Amigos. It's funny. But I'm not exactly interested in the movie. It's something else.... something else. But you don't know.

Sometimes you think your life is headed one direction then, before you realize it, you're lost. I'm not just referring to the job opportunity but life in general. I haven't made a name for myself, and that makes me wonder if I've wasted my life up to now. How many opportunities have I wasted?

Prelude to the championship

In about a month from now, school will be out.

But more importantly, the season finale of Lost will be a little bit more than a month from now. I can see the trail of ants lining up ready to crawl into my pantalones.

I did the annual "washing of the truck" today. It cost me $5! No truck is worth that! It's just going to get dirty again.... especially true for me...... you know, because I live near a dirt road. Some say I'm street, but I can't be... I live on a dirt road.

Well, I matched my previous high in bowling yesterday. 214. Which makes me think that I should go on tour fairly soon. My life is wasted on school and look at what I could have been doing. Bowling was the answer. They should allow you to major in bowling... with a minor in awesomeology. Luckily I was born knowing all about the study of awesome.

Well,... I don't know who reads this blog regularly, but I am thinking about doing the caption contest again. And this time I will promise to announce winners in due time. What will you win? Well, the satisfaction of knowing you won a meaningless contest with no concrete prize. So, I'm sure the motivation will be there.

Until next time, vaya con Dios.

The Sugar Trinity

Happy Easter everybody!

Is there such a thing as Wester? You know.... west?... the direction?...... 'cause the direction east is in Easter?....... there should be a Wester. Okay, it's done. I'll make a holiday called Wester. It will be to celebrate peanut butter and peanut butter related products. It will be a day totally dedicated to peanut butter. The morning for crunchy and the p.m. for smooth (a.k.a creamy). Mark it on your calender. June 19.... which is also Garfield's birthday.

Anywho.... the Hornets game was a great experience even though the Hornets lost. I had seats about 10 rows from the very back. My nose was about to start bleeding... if you get my point. Anyway, there was this woman behind me who is quite possibly the most annoying sports spectator I've ever witnessed. Not only did she not shut her yapper the whole time, but her voice was like Fran Dresher laughing plus nails on a chalkboard. But I just couldn't help myself from laughing at her at times. She would make up cheers during the whole game and some of the cheers were set to the music heard on the stadium's speakers. Just imagine the "We will rock you" music with "Dooon't let thaaaat team TAKE THE BALL!". Annoying but funny.

But possibly the best thing to happen Friday night happened after the game. We stopped by Wendy's and got a large Frosty. That made the trip worth it all by itself.

You know what would be the ultimate dessert? Combine a Frosty and peanut butter with a Cadbury Creamegg. It's my sugar trinity. Sure... a sugar coma will follow but what a way to go!

Until next time, vaya con Dios.

Bring the stinky cheese!

Stickball is a little bit awesome.

Okay,... here's the deal. We start playing stickball at 9 p.m. We ended at about 2:15 a.m. 5+ hours of tennis and stickball means I'm a tired panda. I think my feet are going to fall off pretty soon.

Anyway, stickball, if you've never heard of it, is kinda like baseball. Only we play on a plethora of tennis courts as our field and use tennis balls as the ... uh... well,.... the ball. We have intricate rules for the game which would be almost pointless to try to explain them on here. So, I'll spare you. I tell ya... we get into it. We pick our teams first, then after the teams are settled we do the national anthem (it's only right). Tonight I used the 'ole kazoo to accompany the national anthem. It was awesome.

On Friday I get to do something I've never done before: go to a OKC Hornets game. It's their last home game of the season so I almost missed the boat, so to speak. But, at least I was fortunate enough to get to go. I've always wanted to go to an NBA game and now my chance is here.

Today a very interesting meeting took place. I don't want to go into much detail right now but there may be a great job oppurtunity for me this fall. A good enough job where I would have my own office. More on this later.

Well, it is now 2:38 a.m.... I'm tired... stinky.... and hungry.... I wonder if I can take a shower while eating and sleeping at the same time. I like to be efficient,... back off.

Until next time, vaya con Dios.

Highway to life

There's a lit candle at the end of the interstate.

I enrolled for summer classes yesterday. 8 hours. Not bad. So, that leaves only two classes left for the fall. And then you know what happens? Did you guess? Well, I'll tell you anyway. I'll.... be...... done. Then what? That's what I want to know. Where will I be in a year? Two years? 10?

The thought is frightening yet exciting. Finally, I will be able to move out and be on my own. I'm not sure how I could handle such a change. I've lived at home my whole life. That's 24+ years of doing the same thing. I anticipate that change will be difficult at first, much like it affects most people. I'm looking forward to a new chapter in my life yet the things unknown to me scares me. Will I be able to find a steady job? Or even a job period? So many questions for me to ponder. But why let it get to me right now? I won't. I'm going to try to enjoy life today. And what happens tomorrow happens tomorrow.

So, I'm thinking of purchasing a bicycle. It makes sense considering the outrageous fuel prices. But I live just a few miles north of "way-the-crap-out-there city". For me to 'bicycle' my way to Ada will be... uh..... interesting. Yes, I'll be in better health, which will be good. But by the time I reach Ada (if that happens), I'll probably be covered in sweat while looking at my watch wondering why it took me 5 hours to ride a bike to Ada.

Update: 48 days (February 22) since I've had a carbonated beverage. Gotta give it up to myself.

Until next time, vaya con Dios.

Lost Park

Don't Fear the Reaper

Me? Educating the youth of today? Maybe that's not such a good idea.

You see, I was substituting the other day for a plethora of history classes. In three of those classes I had to show them a video over the Vietnam war. And in this video they showed a Buddhist priest/monk set himself on fire in protest to the war. Most of the students were kinda shocked to see an actual person en fuego. That is those who actually stayed awake to watch it. Anyway, they were talking amonst themselves talking about how they could never be able to set themselves on fire. I agreed. In fact, I told them OUT LOUD that if they ever decided to protest something, then do the smart thing: Don't set yourself on fire,.... set SOMEBODY ELSE on fire. Heck, it hurts a lot less that way AND your get your point across. So, in essence, I told dozens of students to set other people on fire.

Okay, I'm going bowling. If I see people on fire, I'll ignore it.

Until next time, vaya con Dios.

Lost spoiler?

Okay... that's just funny.

Parking 101

I hate ignorant drivers.

Don't you hate it when you are looking for a parking spot and then you THINK you found one, only to find that some jerk hole has conveniently parked in two spots? Well, I did what I wanted to do for a long time today. I saw such a jerk hole earlier. I decided to do something about it. So, I wrote them a nice little note and stuck it on their vehicle. Here's what it said:

"Nice parking job. You know, the white lines in the parking spots are designed to be parked IN BETWEEN. Thanks to you, a poor kid in Africa won’t be able to park."

Here's what the parking situation looked like:

Was it a major offense? No, but it was enough to screw up parking for anything besides a bicycle or a motorcycle.

I was proud of what I did.

Until next time, vaya con Dios.

01:02:03, 04/05/06

Only twice per millenium, this occurs.

01:02:03 , 04/05/06.

Isn't that awesome? How did you celebrate? Take a picture of your computer? Punch somebody in the face? Defile a church sign? Uh.... yeah on all of 'em.

You can't really tell, I know...

Who names their kid "Scoutt?"... or "Gay"?

I put some extra stank on that one.

Until next time, vaya con Dios. See ya next millenium!

R-E-S-P-E-C-T

I just don't get it.

Why do some women stay with jerks? I just got done talking to somebody who is in somewhat of an abusive relationship (not physical). She feels like crap way too often because of him. So, why does she stay with him? That's my question. She won't leave him because she "loves him." So, is that enough to overcome even the worst relationship? I just don't get it. Time after time they say how much they can't stand the way they are treated. But how many times do they go back to the same problems that they were complaining about?

Okay, I know as little about women than anyone. Can anybody tell me why women are attracted to total a-holes? What is it about women that like to be continuously mistreated? I've been a nice guy all my life (at least, in my mind). Why don't women like the nice guys? As the saying goes, "Nice guys finish last" must be true. What would happen if I try this approach to dating?

(at a social event)
Available Female: Hey, I haven't seen you around here before.
Kent: Shut up you whore!
Available Female: So, can I have your number?

I don't want to be that person. I believe women should be treated with the utmost respect. I believe that they should be treated like beautiful creatures made by God Himself, which they are. Most women are who they because of how guys view them. Women who dress trashy probably do so because they know that is what some guys like. It's really sad. If most guys respected women, then we would see women start to dress respectfully. Wow,... I really went off there....

Women who stay in abusive relationships make me a sad panda.

Until next time, vaya con Dios.

(e.w.... you happy now?)

The best things in life are free, unless those things cost something.

Well, I think I will go pro.

Yesterday, I surpassed a goal I set for myself many-a-day ago. 200 was the number and 214 is what I got. No, not my I.Q. (pause for snide remarks and jokes)...................... done yet?................. okay, shutty. Anywho, bowling is what I'm referring to. Yes, 214 was my score. I went crazy-go-nuts on those pins. I had the right combonation of strength and hair gel to get things done. I think I'm going to quit now,... you know, end on a high.

Well, here's an update on the car keys thing. Mom came through. That's all.

So, last night I went to Eduardo's for a post-dinner dinner. You see, I had two burgers from Jack in the Box, then about 30 minutes after I got done partaking of the cow elements, a friend called asking if I wanted to go eat. I went but only for social purposes. Plus, I got free chips and salsa and water... but water is always free, right? Well, bottled water, which I HATE paying for. Besides, it's probably some guy with a buttload of bottles pouring water into it with a waterhose connected from his horse's trough. They call it Sam's Choice Purified Water. HAHA.... "purified".....

Are marbles made of marble?

Can you get cornered in a round room?

Do the actors in the re-enactments on Americas most wanted, ever get arrested (because they were seen on TV portraying the criminal)?

Until next time, vaya con Dios.

Stewpid is Fourever

Ok,... so I'm an idiot.

This marks the third time that I've locked my keys inside the truck. Thankfully, I had my phone with me. I also grabbed my computer before I shut the door. And so, that leads me to now.

I'm outside the UCM.... waiting...... cause I called my mother to bring a key allllll the way to Ada just to unlock my stupidity. When I shut the door this time, I immediately realized the folly in my actions. This also marks the second time that the radio was left "on" while I locked the keys inside. I know new(er) cars have an option or something that whenever the keys are inside the car, you CANNOT be locked out. That WOULD have been a great option to have on the truck. WOULD................

So, now I'm just waiting. At least it's nice outside.................... freakin' Chuck Norris......

Until next time, vaya con Dios.