Colbie Caillat

Talk about amazing... this song should inspire you to always reach for something better...
Love always, Yoshi.

Wedding Pics

Here are some pics from my wedding... we FINALLY got them! HOLY CRAP! It only took 2.5 months! Please let me know what you think. Thanks!


My beautiful wife!


Here are all my children.


Us kissing under the big oak tree.


The rings.


My dub-ya family.


It was an exhausting day so we rested a while on the park bench.


The whole clan... now you know why we were sitting on the damn bench!

Think about this...

Once you watch the video below you will understand what I am about to say. What if you were given one more chance... Once more chance to do it right, correct what went wrong, or change that pivotal point in time. That one point in time that changed everything forever. Would you change it? Would you have the nerve to undo that one horrible mistake? Or would you puss out and forever regret it?



The video above (Saving me by Nickelback) does more than spark a thought for me. It provoked me. It's one of those rare moments where you stop and think about what really matters. A moment that forces you to smell the roses and to join a world that will forever be richer because of it. How does that make you feel?

Random Hillarity!

Female Comebacks

Man: Where have you been all my life?
Woman: Hiding from you.

Man: Haven't I seen you someplace before?
Woman: Yes, that's why I don't go there anymore.

Man: Is this seat empty?
Woman: Yes, and this one will be if you sit down.

Man: Your place or mine?
Woman: Both. You go to yours, and I'll go to mine.

Man: So, what do you do for a living?
Woman: I'm a female impersonator.

Man: Hey baby, what's your sign?
Woman: Do not enter.

Man: How do you like your eggs in the morning?
Woman: Unfertilized.

Man: Your body is like a temple.
Woman: Sorry, there are no services today.

Man: I would go to the end of the world for you.
Woman: But would you stay there?

Man: If I could see you naked, I'd die happy.
Woman: If I saw you naked, I'd probably die laughing

Man : Can I buy you a drink?
Woman : Actually I'd rather have the money.

Man : I'm a photographer. I've been looking for a face like yours.
Woman: I'm a plastic surgeon. I've been looking for a face like yours.

Man: Hi. Didn't we go on a date once? Or was it twice?
Woman : Must've been once. I never make the same mistake twice.

Man: How did you get to be so beautiful?
Woman: I must've been given your share.

Man: Will you go out with me this Saturday?
Woman: Sorry. I'm having a headache this weekend.

Man: Your face must turn a few heads.
Woman: And your face must turn a few stomachs.

Man: Go on ,don't be shy. Ask me out.
Woman: Okay, get out.

Man: I think I could make you very happy.
Woman: Why? Are you leaving?

Man : What would you say if I asked you to marry me?
Woman: Nothing. I can't talk and laugh at the same time.

Man: Can I have your name?
Woman: Why? Don't you already have one?

Man: Shall we go see a movie?
Woman: I've already seen it.

Fun Activities for the Dangerously Bored

Moo when someone says your name

Run into walls. Repeat.

Tell people that wearing clothes is against your new religion and that it offends you to own any

Pluck someone's hair out and yell, "DNA! I got it!"

Wear a sticker that says, "I'm socially inept"

Get in an argument with your 20 imaginary friends. Ugly names are the best to throw around. (Bert, Fern, Chrysanthemum, etc)

In public yell, "No (enter name here), I will not make out with you!!"

Jump off the roof, trying to fly. Hope it's a one-story house or you're fucked. :)

Hold a random person's hand and whisper to them, "I see dead people"

At everything anyone says, yell "THAT'S BLASPHEMY!"

Swim really hard on the floor.

Tap on something and ask people what the noise is. Repeat

Pretend to have amnesia and forget your name...friends' names...whether you are male or female, etc. Go into wrong bathrooms and question people who tell you otherwise. "Are you sure I'm female? I could have sworn I was male."

Say everything backwards

Give yourself a swirly and then blame them.

Run around with a lamp shade on your head yelling "The sun!!! It's dying!!!"

Sing at the top of your lungs while running around the house...naked

Have nervous spasms at spontaneous times and leave your eyes cross-eyed for a while.

Snort loudly when you laugh and then laugh harder

Run in circles and threaten that you're going to pee your pants

Recite a whole movie 3 times changing the pitch of your voice with each character

Pretend to beat yourself up

Slither everywhere. Hiss when people say something about it

Wear your pants on your head and your shirt on your waist. It's a fashion statement. Creativity is key

Try and drink out of a glass the wrong way

Super glue your finger up your nose and make up some story involving mythical creatures or aliens

Talk to a pen about something serious. Perhaps cry if you're capable

Lay face down and chant like an indian tribe

Try and climb the wall, but freeze in the fetal position whenever people stare at you

Spread out on the window and buzz, pretending to be a fly

Take your ice cream cone and put it on your forehead telling people "I'm a lovely unicorn."

Put pegs on your nose and eyes

Switch the light button on and off for a while. then say, "Ooooh... I get it!!!"

Eat your hair, but make a face and spit it out. Repeat.

Whatever they are eating, tell them it looks like a certain animal covered in mucus

Eat anything obviously not edible

Say your pet is mocking you and chase it around the house

Tell someone you don't speak their language, but make sure you are still speaking their language. It should confuse them. It might confuse you.

Try to snorkel in your fish tank

The Evil Eye!

You will Laugh Your Ass Off!!! Just wait... or click on this link to download it.

Holy Crap!

December already? There was fkn snow on the ground this morning... REAL SNOW! Haven't seen that in a while... I wish there were 4 feet of it.

I miss the snow.

I miss the blinding whiteness.

I miss the awesomeness of shoveling. I know its wierd, look, whatever I just want it to snow.

Truth? A tribute.

This guy needs a tall glass of 'What The Fuck'!

Homeland Security....


The Greatest Country on Earth...


Water...


Shopping time?...


A FUCKING SCRATCH?!?!?!...


The Ball Washer...


Music Time...


One of us is Nuts...


The Truth about Evil...


The Truth about Fema...


Ahhh... if This were true...


Queers...


You are all truly welcome for this once in a lifetime, refreshing, all-too-true outlook.

A picture that really is worth 1000 words.

Ode to my sis, Brittani.

There are infinite reasons why I love my sister. Today I am adding one more reason to that list.
Brittani is one of those people you just can't help but love. She's always so full of life and love, and she's one of the few people in my life that I would do anything for. On her latest trip to Boise, we got into a really good discussion about what our ideal spouse would be like. As I started to mold my 'perfect wife' in my head I quickly realized that all those traits were already being met. Idealistically, she would stand up for what she believes, not just allow my opinion to become hers. I want a wife that has her own opinions. That's Becca! Ideally I want a wife that loves me for me... not for what I can or cannot give her... guess what, yup, right on. And a gazillion other things that the ideal wife should have/be. That's when I realized that I married my ideal wife... it's strange to realize something like that because it changes your entire world. Suddenly God had given me exactly what I asked for. Years of praying actually did pay off. It certainly didn't happen the way I had imagined it would, but isn't that the beauty of life? Change unanticipated. Events unforeseeable. Life unscripted. Welcome to my world, I wouldn't change it for anything!

I'd give up everything just to find you.

I read those words on the door in my classroom this morning and instantly I got this image...

17 years ago, in a land unknown to us, two people cross paths and two lives are changed forever. He fell in love, she barely remembers that day. The year is 1990. The place, Guadalajara, Mexico.
A young man on his first business trip stumbles clumsily into a hotel lobby, carrying three large suitcases, a passport, some papers to help him find his way and a map for further assistance. He brazenly approaches the desk and asks for his room key, this alone proves to be a struggle. Even though the clerk speaks English, he is not fluent and it is difficult to understand him. After a frustrating twenty minutes with the attendant (cue pretty girl) a pretty girl appears at the counter beside him. She is fluent in both languages and clears up the mess in a matter of minutes. He stares, lost in her beauty and amazed with her intelligence. Ripped from his trance by the gruff attendant slamming the room key on the counter, he grabs the key and turns to thank the woman, but she is no longer there. Like a ghost in the night, she ran away with his heart. He has been cursed. He thinks about her nonstop all night and into the wee hours of the morning, before giving way to exhaustion and crashing into a slumber.
The next day, he happens to see her. He's sure it's her. Just there, across the plaza. The one in the red dress. She is talking to someone, a man. He's not very tall, but seems to be friend or co-worker. He decides to approach, slowly, carefully. She IS REAL! He knew it! It appears as if she is saying good-bye to the friend. He sees them shake hands and part ways. He nears her and tries to speak, but caught without breath, he fails to even utter a single word. She turns, notices him standing there, staring, and asks if she can help. Still without breath, he tries to speak but only manages a few grunts. Still staring. Still standing, but just barely. She giggles and gently shakes her head, a beautiful smile emerging. It seems like an eternity but he finally manages to stumble over thanking her for yesterday's heroism. She dismisses the act. She does this everyday for tourists, it's nothing new for her. Introductions are made and he finally gets around to talking like a human. She asks him to sit and she orders drinks for them both. He finds out that she is the concierge at the hotel and they enjoy a very long chat over drinks and fresh bread. They cross paths several more times during his stay, but alas, the time has come and he must return to his native land. He searches the hotel to thank her one last time. She is no where to be found. He asks the clerk in the lobby and finds out she has the day off. He leaves, never getting the chance to say good-bye or thank her one last time. He thinks of her constantly over the next several years and finally gets the chance to visit Guadalajara on business again. Same hotel, same grumpy old man at the desk, but she is nowhere. He searches and asks around during his entire stay but never sees her again. He has spent many years of his life searching for her and 17 years later, he adds his own graffiti to a random wall, he scrawls this note, "I'd give up everything just to find you."

Dude WHAT?! $25,000!!!???!!!???

NEW YORK... This is one rich cup of haute chocolate: A New York eatery is offering a $25,000 dessert bulging with top-grade cocoa, edible gold and shavings of a luxury truffle.

The Frrrozen Haute Chocolate was declared the most expensive dessert in the world on Wednesday by Guinness World Records.

The dessert is a frozen, slushy mix of cocoas from 14 countries, milk and 5 grams of 24-carat gold topped with whip cream and shavings from a La Madeline au Truffle.

It is served in a goblet with a band of gold decorated with 1 carat of diamonds and served with a golden spoon diners can take home.

The dessert was created by Serendipity 3, a restaurant popular with tourists and once featured in a John Cusack movie.

Time for a new homepage!?!?

Bookmark this page for your searches... hell, why not make it your homepage while your at it?!

Here's the link again... Go here, then bookmark it and make it your homepage!

Can you imagine??

What if?

I know... another 'what if' right? But check this out, what if today is the day that you hear the song that changes your life forever?
What if today is the day that you miss the bus and you hear on the news that it caught on fire minutes after you missed it?

It's an empty feeling, as if I'm missing or lost something. It's the realization that we are, at best, living only a tiny fraction of our lives. It is often simple things - I could have gone here first, before going to work/school - or a life-altering decision - what would have happened if I hadn't moved here?

We are living only a slice of life, one filled with mistakes, knowledge and joy but what if I lived another slice or chose another path? How would I be different?

An idle thought that often drives me insane.

To put it in perspective, imagine a giant fractally generated tree, such as the one you get by doing a Google Image search on [fractal generated tree].

Now imagine your death as a dot on the far end of a branch stemming from the millionth iteration of the tree.

The rest of the tree is what you could have done. Your measly little path to your death-dot is how it played out.

There's a lot of choices to be made, but be happy with the ones you do make. Don't regret the paths you missed; there’s too many choices ahead of you to fret over the ones long gone.

Did you ever see the movie, 'Pirates of the Caribbean: The Curse of the Black Pearl'?

Jack Sparrow: 'The only rules that really matter are these: what a man can do and what a man can't do.'

That's the trick of it. Most people don't succeed because of fear of trying, and when they do they give up after the first failure.

John Lennon said, 'several hundred songs hit the floor before the first song we liked'

Only 12% of Ronco's patents ever made a profit.

Win by velocity, love. If you try a million things, one is bound to stick,
and if ya lose, it's just practice.

'What if' is what oft keeps me awake at night. That is when I'm most contemplative, and it takes me a long time to wind my mind down (unless I spend an hour before hand in meditation, which I rarely am able to do due to the noise level in this household). 'What if I hadn't moved out of my dad's two years ago. What if I had said something instead of holding my tongue' They are nice exercises of the brain, I think, and are essential to who we are as a person.

Just think, if we never reflected on the past like that, would we have learned from our good - and bad - choices as well as we have? I'd like to think that if I wasn't plagued by 'What If's', I most likely wouldn't have chosen the path that has taken me to where I am today.

And as much contemplating as I do about it, I would not want to go back in time and change things. It just gives me the shivers. I probably wouldn't be here right now, or have the same friends, or have the same habits. It gives me the shivers because of the Chaos Theory - more specifically, the Butterfly Effect. (Looking for the wikipedia article, I stumbled across a Butterfly Effect 2 I hope they do a good job with the movie.)

I could go on with one 'what if' in my head for days on end, having to stop only before I feel like it's going to drive me into madness. I find it enjoyable to think about it, especially if it invades your dreams (quite strange experiences in themselves).

If time travel were possible, I would be afraid of our future as a race. So many people jumping in time, it would be chaos. And to think that, what if Hitler had the time machine technology? Or what if a present government had it, and used it to alter the past to gain favor in the future? Think a corrupted version of the cops in Minority Report.. that alone would make me shiver. Things could quickly be 1984-like, or worse. Those are more 'what if..' thoughts that pass through my head. Our future instead of past.

I find it all intriguing and scary at the same time. There are so many possibilities.

What if is a question that is pondered by all curious and broadly thinking minds, but the problem of such questions in their broad sense, as discussed on this page, is that they do nothing but breed frustration because they consider the possibilities of the past through alteration of events that cannot (for the better) be changed. Because even the smallest alteration of the past could have limitless possibilities in their effects later on, making any sort of hypotheses is impossible.
Thus, it is futile to consider such things. But do not misunderstand me in my statement. We should not ignore the past; in fact it should be studied very meticulously, but not to know what to do, but rather what not to do.
Because we do know our actions, and their effects up until this point, we should look to the past as a sort of guide book for future decisions and not as an endless maelstrom of possibilities, probabilities and false conclusions.

Besides, control of 'destiny'(or whatever) is fool's errand.

Suppose I cloned you (your DNA, chemical makeup, yeah?), and took your clone back in time, replaced you with your clone.

Do ya think your clone would live it's life any different than yours, or would it be carboncopy?

Same choices, same DNA, same life. Period.

'but what if I lived another slice or chose another path?'

...simply, there isn't one.

So the answer be this. There is only one life, yours.

Make it a good one.

Aequam servare mentem.

This post is a compilation of another post and comments by many others.

Got Burn?

So my burn is finally healing... for those of you who do not know, here's the story: I was cooking the other day, boiling cabbage and pealing the leaves off one at a time. It was a large head of cabbage and with an inch of boiling water in the pot, I was being fairly careful. As you might have guessed I wasn't as careful as I should have been and on one fatal turn I dropped the head into the boiling water and was splashed.



Okay, it really wasn't as bad as this picture that I stole from someone else, but it was about the size of the palm of your hand and was on the left side of my stomach. As I get splashed with the water, the burn is instantaneous and I can feel my skin begin to boil. Just then my wife hands me a towel. As if I just need to dry it off... ??? WTH? A towel? I started laughing. She could have handed me the burn ointment that was in the cupboard just to her right, but no, she hands me a towel! I was laughing so hard! Maybe get me some ice? A cold compress? A bag of frickin peas!?!? Anything but a towel!! The only thing that would have made it any better was if she had said, "Looks like you just got burned... hold on, I'll go get you a towel." HA!

Maybe this will clear it up.

I always find it amazing when you're going along at top speed and you suddenly hit a huge brick fuckin wall and stop to take a look around... inevitably there is your saving grace... the one thing that you need. The one thing that will bring you full circle and offer a hand to help you over the wall. I have always stood by my perceptions of things because they have served me well. What happens when your perceptions get off track? I have always trusted my inner voice, always. I haven't always listened but I knew and still know that it knows what the correct choice is. Even thru the ignorance and intolerance I have always tried to do what I believe is right. Two days after finding out about the wedding, I almost called it off. It was too much and it didn't feel right, not only was it completely against what I had planned, but the timing was terrible. I was about two words from shutting down the whole thing, then someone said to me "it's just cold feet, it happens to everyone" and I thought, "well, if that's the case... what's the worst that could happen?"
I fear the answer. Even as I sit here... solemnly debating my perception of recent events, I'm afraid of what I will discover if I continue to dig.
Reflecting on lessons learned from previous relationships, I promised myself that I would NEVER tolerate being lied to and never lie to another. Open and honest - regardless of the cost. If you consider omission of the truth as lying, then I was lied to... for 2 months. I feel like my heart has been seared with a hot poker and is now being thrust into the depths of my soul. While I laid there last night, struggling with the possibility that she lied to me, it became increasingly difficult to even focus. My promise was playing thru my head, over and over. MY promise... to myself. I will Never tolerate being lied to. I know why she lied to me... but lying is lying. Even if you are lying to spare someone's feelings, lying is lying and I promised myself I would never tolerate being lied to.
With that said, why am I so reluctant to just move on? Why can I not follow thru with my own promise? I know that this wasn't the first time, it never is. And probably not the last, behavior has a tendency to repeat itself. So I feel like I'm just allowing and possibly even promoting the behavior if I stay. Would it be plausible that she understands how upset this has made me? And if that is the case, would it also be plausible that I could trust her to never lie to me again? These are questions that only she can answer I guess. I have no more to say.

What would you do?

Have you ever had one of those moments that make you question everything you
thought you knew? What if you were to have 3 such moments within a 12 hour
time frame? Would it make you stop what you were doing? Turn around?
Backtrack? How do you handle something that makes you question your
structure? Something that rattles the fiber of your being... What would you
do?

Contextuality?!

Honey, I'm sorry. Right now I really feel like x cubed in a y squared world. I can't imagine how we could possibly be on the same page. Especially when we have such inconsistent opinions, like todays example of you feeling it's unnecessary to ask if we have money to spend and make sure it's okay. Had we not made that small deposit yesterday, we wouldn't have had the $25 to clear your purchase today. I'm not okay pulling money out of savings because you just had to go to Taco Bell. I told you months ago, before school started that this semester was going to be VERY tight. There was no part of that where I said, "If your purchase is less than $25, it's okay." Because it's not, we would not have had the money. It's pure luck that we had it. And thank God that we don't have any urgent bills due, because we wouldn't have the money now anyway. Even if you don't think so, $15 can break us right now. And if we pull that out of savings, it means that the children will have less Christmas! I don't want to be the one to explain that to them. So next time you tell me, "I knew it would come out of savings, and I'm okay with it", make sure your children are okay with it too.
And now here it is... 8pm. I haven't even seen you since 6:30 this morning and you obviously think that spending time with me is less important that whatever you are doing now. It's not that I'm mad, just hurt. I really thought that your husband would be of more value than that. I guess not.
If it is true that life and love both come full circle why then would it not also be that death and hate do to? Duality is a fact of life, a part that I have grown quite fond of in my younger years, and then regret and hate later.
Hot -> Cold.
Love -> Hate.
Light -> Dark.
I was once told that acceptance is the best way to deal with the heartaches of life. When the woes come (and they will) brace yourself with the power of acceptance. Bring yourself closer to Love with Hate and Light with Dark.
Have you noticed that there is a night light in the bathroom? A light that seems nonexistent when you enter from the bright light of day, but that blinds in the early hours of the morning. I have to wonder if this same contextuality would hold true with love... it certainly does with hot. If you move your hand from an ice bucket into luke warm water it will feel very hot.
I'm asking this: If you remove yourself from a world of love, would an ounce of hate seem like a pound? And would a pound of love seem like an ounce? Could a two inch blade make a two foot cut?
Would love then feel the same? Would it hurt the same? Would harsh words still feel like a dagger, piercing even the hardest of hearts? Would no one care enough to right the wrong, fix the broken, heal the sick?
Long long ago, in a place untainted by the disgust of the rich and uncomplicated by the prejudice of man, lived a child as pure as the cane and as clean as a clear blue sky. A child that was more than he was suppose to be. Stronger, smarter, faster. A child that knew no bounds and was free to stretch the limits. And now look at me.

ah... Married Life...

Today marks the third day of my captivity... She taunts me with open windows and allows the kids to roam free whilst I must serve. LMAO. Really, it's no different than before. :D I love you baby!!

Tungsten

Just some info about my frikin awesome ring! From the Swedish words tung and sten, which mean "heavy stone." Melts around 6200 degrees F... it won't boil until it gets over 10,000 degrees F. How KEWL IS THAT!?!?!?

I love you!

Today marks my first day of unemployment... for those of you who don't know, yesterday I got laid off... Filed for unemployment and picked out my wedding ring... what an awesome day! Tears and blood were shed but most of all it was awesome because of the rings... and well, I'm marrying, possibly, the most unorthodox person I have ever met. And I think that's why I'm so in love with her. The only thing else that I can think of is the fact that she not only puts up with me, but after that she still has 'relations' with me... that's the part that awe's me. It's time for a little blurb again... get ready, K. Time's up.

Ode to the one that loves me so,
Ode to the one that needs no more.
Ode to the power of the feeling,
of being loved by one pure being.

A being more kind and gentle than I,
A being that sings sweet lullaby's,
to babes that slumber and softly sleep,
and dream of happiness and do not weep.

She is light and I am dark,
She's the pop, and I'm the tart.
We go together oh so well
even through the darkest hell.

Without my wife, I could not find,
the peace she brings into my life.
She's my love and lifelong friend,
a friendship blooming until the end.

-Yoshi 2007

For those of you who don't know her...

Shown here in her infinite beauty... my lovely fiance.

Ah, but if it were mine to give, I would give the world to you my love.

97.9 KQFC!

I'm walking down the isle Q style with Idaho Country 97.9 KQFC!
Watch the video's here and check back for updates EVERY DAY!
http://www2.fiberpipe.net/kqfc/wedding/vod.asp?becca_brian093007.wsx

Picky Picky!

For years, many people have wondered why they can't buy T.V. channels
one-by-one instead of a single big package of channels, 90% of which are
shitty ones they'll never watch. Now someone has filed a suit against the
major cable and satellite companies demanding that they offer their channels
on a piecemeal basis. Finally!
The cable industry always protests vehemently, spouting the same stuff: "We
can't do this, it'll be too expensive!" Bullshit. They also say that if we
could order only the channels we want, certain niche channels that have
smaller viewer-ship would be dropped altogether because they're typically
packaged with the large-viewer-ship channels. But why should I have to pay
for crap I'll never watch, like religious programming, MTV, the Nashville
Network, and all sports channels? It's not fair, dammit.
Here's what I'd like to see: letting us go online and change our billing &
channel selection at will. Imagine logging into your account, and it
displays a list of channels you're currently subscribed to. There's also a
list of unsubscribed channels you can pick from, so you put a check-mark
next to each new channel you want. Maybe you want to drop the Give Jesus
Money channel, so you un-check that one. Frankly, I don't blame you. Then
you click Update Subscription, and once the request is processed on their
systems (in a few minutes, hopefully), suddenly your cable box is picking up
the channels you picked. Wouldn't that be cool? I don't watch cable because
I detest the advertising and 95% of the programming, but I'd consider
getting a cable package if I had this kind of choice. Having to download
torrents of the shows I do watch is kind of a pain, y'know?
So what about pricing? Well, how about charging a flat rate of $1/channel
monthly or something? If you honestly watch 100+ channels, then pay for it
rather than making the rest of us pay for dozens of channels we don't want.
And if there's truth to the argument about lower-viewer-ship channels
(subsidized by more popular ones) being in danger of being dropped, they can
either 1) drop the channels and piss people off, or 2) have subscribers pay
a premium price for them. Use the viewer-ship numbers (based on how many
subscribe using the web-based idea above) and determine a suitable price. If
you must have the Underwater Basket-weaving Channel or the Extreme Antiques
Channel, you should be willing to pay more for it. And hey, if those
channels get more popular, then your fees go down. Yay!
See, it's not that big of a deal. You cable companies need to stop being
such whiny infants and start giving your clients a little more choice and
control, even if it costs you some money up front. And look, I just threw in
two ideas for free! :)

Wedding Bells are Gonna Chime!

I got a call yesterday while I was at work. She’s all “You wanna get married next Sunday?” “Uh, not particularly…” as I’m thinking “Why would she be asking me THIS question?? What happened?”

Then she tells me that she entered our story into a thing from KQFC and we were picked to get married for free! I couldn’t really talk, I’m sure I sounded like a complete tool. How could I not?! I just kept saying, Wow… and Really? And OMG! I’m still in shock about it! So last night I spent calling all of my family to tell them that I’m getting married next week! Holy crap talk about no time to plan anything! And I guess they have this all figured out, one day we’ll get the rings, another day for the dress, another for the tux, another for the cake…. And on and on until we drop from sheer exhaustion.  This whole thing is suppose to include Rings for both of us, Floral Display, Cake, Photography, Dress, Veil, Headpiece, Tux, and a firkin cruise for both of us! It’s all really overwhelming. I have got to get some homework done!

Ode to great photographers

Thank you to the photographers who taught me to capture the main event.

Thank you to the photographers who taught me to look for the details.

Thank you to the photographers who taught me to look down.

Thank you to the photographers who taught me to look for juxtapositions.

Thank you to the photographers who taught me to look for love.

Thank you to the photographers who taught me to get down on my belly and get into the mud.

Are you a tool?!

So, up until yesterday, the term and idealism of fascism really escaped me. I never really cared or thought much about it. Then I went to class yesterday. Little did I know that this particular day in class would be the biggest eye opener I've had in several years.
[For those of you who may not know Fascism is an authoritarian political ideology (generally tied to a mass movement) that considers individual and other societal interests subordinate (secondary) to the needs of the state. Fascists seek to forge a type of national unity, usually based on ethnic, cultural, or racial attributes. Various scholars attribute different characteristics to fascism, but the following elements are usually seen as its integral parts: nationalism, authoritarianism, statism, militarism, totalitarianism, anti-communism, corporatism, populism, and opposition to economic and political liberalism.]
Wow... that definition is off the hook, but now that it’s out of the way, let’s just move on. I remember reading stories of Nazi Germany when (and maybe it's still like this, I don't know) police literally patrolled the streets and enforced a curfew, even for adults. When the government is run by big business and the people of a once sovereign nation are now captives of the same, I will no longer tolerate the societal enfeeblement. It is disheartening to think that our great nation could possibly fall to fascism. It's a very disturbing thought. If you would like a little more background please watch America: Freedom to Fascism. It's free on Google.com. I would strongly advise you to research for yourself and do not blindly accept everything you hear.
Life is about critical thinking. Think critically about everything and pose questions of things that are normally taken for granted. Blindly accept nothing. Don't be a tool!

Dead Wrong!

Have you ever been completely convinced of something only to be totally crushed by the reality that you were, not only wrong, but dead wrong? I was certain that I would have plenty to do, enough that I would barely notice the absence of my wife and kids... well, it was nice to have a quiet house for the weekend, but I am really lonely. I'm ready to go to Wal-Mart just so I can have someone else to look at, or talk to. I never imagined that a weekend could last this fkn long.
Friday night Booboo and I went to play pool. It was really good to get out again, we haven't played pool for an eternity. I laughed until I cried, my face and stomach hurt all Saturday. It has been so long since I have laughed THAT hard, I don't even remember the last time. I'm not even sure what it was all about, I vaguely remember something about Mexican Smugglers and really big bowling balls. Man what a good time we had! But alas, all good things must come to an end and all too soon it was back to homework. Look at the time though! It's 10:30 am and I'm completely caught up. I did my Calc homework from last week, Art homework for this week, my speech is nearly ready and my 1200 word paper is ready to turn in. As of right now, I have the rest of today to play. Not that I will, but I could. I also did my laundry this morning and almost gagged on my breakfast. I've officially done it all today. How lucky am I? Yeah, don't answer that! You might jinx me, then I'm gonna half two kick your ass! Just in case you don't know two half's is a full ass kickin! And pack a lunch cuz I'm gonna be hungry when I'm done beatin up on ya! OH! Don't forget to read my post regarding the side effects of my website... It's sure to brighten up your day a little.
Anyway, I can't wait for the wife to get back so I can have someone to bitch at... Life just isn't the same when you're alone. HA!

Side Effects

Please read this website with caution! I bet you didn't know that reading a website could have dramatic effects on your health... well it's true... and here is the warning label for this website... Side effects may include, but are not limited to: a sudden craving to sniff your carpet, Abdominal pain, acne, agitation, AIDS, an addiction to cocaine, a nice vacation in Fiji, an urge to stab your spouse, anxiety, bodily fluid ingestion, bone weakening, brain tumors, breast infections, carpet burns, chafing, claustrophobia, coma, constipation, cracked and bleeding nipples, deafness, death, decreased appetite, decreased sex drive, dementia, diabetes, diarrhea, difficulty with ejaculation, dizziness, dry mouth, evolution, explosive diarrhea, fatigue, frequent intense orgasms, gas, gas with oily discharge, hair loss, halitosis, hallucination, headache, heart attack, heartburn, homosexuality, inability to breathe oxygen, indigestion, insomnia, internal bleeding, internal combustion, irregular PMS cycles that last several months, loss of inhibitions, lung cancer, making Jesus cry, mental retardation, migraines, nausea, nervousness, obsessive compulsive disorder, painful rectal itch, paralyzation, PCP cravings, perverted thoughts, psychosis, random pain, rash, reliance on breast pumps, shrinking testicles, sleep loss, sleepiness, sore throat, stroke, sudden heroin cravings, sudden urge to spray Windex on your genitalia, sweating, the inability to speak properly, the inability to use proper English in an online environment, tingling or pins and needles, torn clothing, tremor, urge to watch the Chinese version of Friends, urges to play Everquest II, vision problems, vomiting and water retention. You have been warned!

I FKN AGREE!!!

Biggest Loser??? Pfft!

So the wife has been doing the finances lately, which I am really okay
with... I mean, after all, I was the one that asked her to take over the
budget. But it feel really strange because I've never been with someone
that I would trust to handle the money for the house. Becca seems to get
a little paranoid about things, but I'm sure she can handle it once she
gets in the grove of our budget. I've always had a knack for shifting
bills so that we don't have everything coming out of the same check. It
seems that this ability may be something of a gift... to look at and
plan a budget without drawing it out on paper.
I know this for sure, it is a very good thing that I don't have to worry
about the budget for now. With school and work, I just don't have time
to breathe let alone work with the budget too. So I'm very grateful that
I can trust her with money. (I know too many people that I wouldn't even
trust with a few dollars)
So... while I'm posting, I better talk about school too. Here's my
schedule of free time... Monday, uh no
Tuesday, uh no again
Wednesday, 12 seconds in between shaving and shitting (I usually use
this time to catch up on the latest geek porn [for those of you who
don't know, this is Maximumpc Magazine])
Thursday, yeah right
Friday, you guessed it... not happening
Saturday, about 10 mins before class, then no
Sunday, maybe if I put off homework, but no here too.
So as you can see... this semester is fkn booked solid! Free time? I'll
figure out what that is over Christmas break... till then, 'fraid not.
But thanks for asking. Dude at work asked me if I saw "Biggest Loser"
last night... I just looked at him with this face that said, You are
joking, right? then I laughed at him and said, mmm hmmm I have all the
time in the world to watch TV. You know, in between working 30+ hours a
week and 12 credits worth of homework. HA!
So yeah... I've been a fkn busting my ass with homework (which I'm still
really behind) and trying to keep busy at my 'real' job so I don't get
laid off. With this huge drop in the real estate market, not only are
stocks down, but my company is laying off 1100 people... I'm a little
more than concerned about it. Kinda freaks me out.
Anyway... I better start looking busy. Hasta la vista, bobo.

What Really Matters... FREEDOM!!

The ultimate "dude that sucks" moment... Six years ago today, America
experienced a tragedy of unfathomable proportions: a vicious attack on
our own soil that cost us thousands of innocent lives. As Americans, we
grappled with the horror and senselessness. In the days and weeks that
passed, we wrapped ourselves in the comfort of Old Glory and allowed our
unbridled patriotism to comfort us during such a difficult time.

We said we would always remember and we will. Please take a moment to
think of those who died on September 11, 2001, and remember the freedoms
we hold so dear in this country. On that horrific day six years ago, we
learned that we can no longer take our freedom for granted.

IN GOD WE STILL TRUST!! May freedom reign supreme and may your actions
be guided by your heart, always.

Love, Yoshi

Only God.

4 year old praying..."Lead us not into temptation, but deliver us from email, and forgive us our trash baskets as we forgive those who put trash in our baskets"

 

Tithe if you love Jesus...anyone can honk!!!

WalMart isn't the only saving place!!!

Don't ever give up...Moses was once a basket case!!!

 

God answers kneemail!!!

Check this one out!

http://www.totalobscurity.com/mind/brainsuckers/index.html and just for
kicks... Maybe this one too... http://www.totalobscurity.com

Marketing Bullshit

This is by George Carlin... SO FKN FUNNY!

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Quality, value, style, service, selection, convenience, economy,
savings, performance, experience, hospitality, low rates, friendly
service, name brands, easy terms, affordable prices, money-back
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alterations, free delivery, free estimates, free home trial, and free
parking. No cash? No problem. No kidding! No fuss, no muss, no risk, no
obligation, no red tape, no down-payment, no entry fee, no hidden
charges, no purchase necessary, no one will call on you, no payments or
interest till September. But, limited time only, so act now, order
today, send no money, offer good while supplies last, two to a customer,
each item sold separately, batteries not included, mileage may vary, all
sales are final, allow six weeks for delivery, some items not available,
some assembly required, some restrictions may apply. So come on in for a
free demonstration and a free consultation with our friendly,
professional staff. Our experienced and knowledgeable sales
representatives will help you make a selection that's just right for
YOU, and just right for your budget! And say...don't forget to pick up
your free gift: a classic deluxe custom designer luxury prestige
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And, if you act now, we'll include an extra added free complimentary
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high-quality premium select gourmet combination key-ring, magnifying
glass and garden hose in a genuine imitation leather-style carrying case
with authentic vinyl trim. Yours for the asking, no purchase necessary,
it's our way of saying Thank You.

Black

This poem was nominated poem of 2005 for the best
poem, written by an African kid.........amazing though!!!
 
 
When I born, I Black,
When I grow up, I Black,
When I go in Sun, I Black,
When I scared, I Black,
When I sick, I Black,
And when I die, I still black..
 
And you White fella,
When you born, you Pink,
When you grow up, you White,
When you go in Sun, you Red,
When you cold, you Blue,
When you scared, you Yellow,
When you sick, you Green,
And when you die, you Gray..
And you calling ME Colored??

Hope

Likewise, real hope is much more than wishful musing. It stiffens, not slackens, the spiritual spine. Hope is serene, not giddy, eager without being naive and pleasantly steady without being smug. Hope is realistic anticipation which takes the form of determination--not only to survive adversity but, moreover, to "endure . . . well" to the end.

It's Good To Be Us

Well baby, there ain't no maybe about it
I ain't made of money
So I know that you ain't hangin round for that
If it grew on trees
The branches on mine wouldn't have no leaves
On a shoe-string, saving every dime we made
No Cadillac cruising, no boat on a lake
Out in no-man's-land on an old two-lane
Yeah but we like it that way

It's good to be us,
good to be breathing
Day after night after day, this feeling
Feels the way it should
If this is as good as it gets, then good
It's good to be us

Aw, give me this air and give me this land
When I lay down at night girl, give me your hand
I can take any hurt this world has to give
As long as I got you, as long as I live
I'll make your life as sweet as I can
I'll move every mountain to be that man
That gives you space and a place to land
You wake up smiling, knowing that

It's good to be us,
good to be breathing

Day after night after day, this feeling
Feels the way it should
If this is as good as it gets, then good

It's better than best, yeah we got it made
In the shade, in the sun, in love this way - yeah
We got lucky baby, we've been blessed
Couldn't ask for more, wouldn't settle for less
It's good to be us, yeah, it's good to be us

It's good to be us,
good to be breathing
Day after night after day, this feeling
Feels the way it should
If this is as good as it gets, then good

It's better than best, yeah we got it made
In the shade, in the sun, in love this way - yeah
We got lucky baby, we've been blessed
Couldn't ask for more, wouldn't settle for less
It's good to be us, yeah, it's good to be us

Baby, it's good to be us
So good to be us

WOW!

Things that make you think a little:

There were 39 combat related killings in Iraq in January. In the fair
city of Detroit there were 35 murders in the month of January. That's
just one American city, about as deadly as the entire war-torn country
of Iraq. When some claim that President Bush shouldn't have started this
war, state the following:

a. FDR led us into World War II.

b. Germany never attacked us ; Japan did. From 1941-1945, 450,000 lives
were lost ...an average of 112,500 per year.

c. Truman finished that war and started one in Korea . North Korea never
attacked us. From 1950-1953, 55,000 lives were lost ... an average of
18,334 per year.

d. John F. Kennedy started the Vietnam conflict in 1962. Vietnam never
attacked us.

e. Johnson turned Vietnam into a quagmire. From 1965-1975, 58,000 lives
were lost... an average of 5,800 per year.

f. Clinton went to war in Bosnia without UN or French consent. Bosnia
never attacked us. He was offered Osama bin Laden's head on a platter
three times by Sudan and did nothing. Osama has attacked us on
multiple occasions.

g. In the years since terrorists attacked us, President Bush has
liberated two countries, crushed the Taliban, crippled al-Qaida, put
nuclear inspectors in Libya , Iran and North Korea without firing a
shot, and captured a terrorist who slaughtered 300,000 of his own
people.

The Democrats are complaining about how long the war is taking.

But Wait...

It took less time to take Iraq than it took Janet Reno to take the
Branch Davidian compound. That was a 51-day operation.

We've been looking for evidence for chemical weapons in Iraq for less
time than it took Hillary Clinton to find the Rose Law Firm billing
records.

It took less time for the 3rd Infantry Division and the Marines to
destroy the Medina Republican Guard
than it took Ted Kennedy to call the police after his Oldsmobile sank at
Chappaquiddick.

It took less time to take Iraq than it took to count the votes in
Florida !!!!

Our Commander-In-Chief is doing a GREAT JOB! Military morale is high!
The biased media hopes we are too ignorant to realize the facts.

But Wait... There's more!

JOHN GLENN (ON THE SENATE FLOOR)
Mon, 26 Jan 2004 11:13

Some people still don't understand why military personnel do what they
do for a living. This exchange between Senators John Glenn and Senator
Howard Metzenbaum is worth reading. Not only is it a pretty impressive
impromptu speech, but it's also a good example of one man's explanation
of why men and women in the armed services do what they do for a living.

This IS a typical, though sad, example of what some who have never
served think of the military.

Senator Metzenbaum (speaking to Senator Glenn): "How can you run for
Senate when you've never held a real job?"

Senator Glenn (D-Ohio):
"I served 23 years in the United States Marine Corps. I served through
two wars. I flew 149 missions. My plane was hit by anti-aircraft fire on
12 different occasions. I was in the space program. It wasn't my
checkbook, Howard; it was my life on the line. It was not a nine-to-five
job, where I took time off to take the daily cash receipts to the bank.

"I ask you to go with me, as I went the other day, to a veteran's
hospital and look those men, with their mangled bodies, in the eye, and
tell THEM they didn't hold a job!

"You go with me to the Space Program at NASA and go, as I have gone, to
the Widows and Orphans of Ed White, Gus Grissom and Roger Chaffee... and
you look those kids in the eye and tell them that their DADS didn't hold
a job.

"You go with me on Memorial Day and you stand in Arlington National
Cemetery , where I have more friends buried than I'd like to remember,
and you watch those waving flags.

"You stand there, and you think about this nation, and you tell me that
those people didn't have a job?

What about you?"

For those who don't remember During W.W.II, Howard Metzenbaum was an
attorney representing the Communist Party in the USA .

Now he's a Senator!

If you can read this, thank a teacher! If you are reading it in English
thank a Veteran.

Whoop Whoop

Yay! Another fkn birthday. Bring it on!!

You will LAUGH!

This is an email sent to our company columnist. Read on, it's about a new data center they opened in Dallas, TX. TOO FUNNY!
Dear Abby,
 I heard the Data Center in Dallas is now doing closings. I'm an escrow specialist-in-training with tons of restaurant experience. I live in Arizona and every year I win the waiter run. I'm fast. Real fast. Out here, they call me the Wildcat (like the team).
 I'm thinking I could close deals for the Data Center, and if one of those servers I keep hearing about gets sick, I could fill in. 
Signed, Wildcat

Whoa, Kitty!
We appreciate that you did your homework. There are, in fact, over 500 servers at the Dallas Data Center. The catch is none of them wear sneakers.
Thank you very much for your interest, Wildcat. If a Head Waiter in Charge of Closings position becomes available, we'll be in touch. Until then, we're going to leave this one in the capable hands of our I.T. Professionals.
P.S. Do you have any experience herding sheep? Because they have a lot of RAM at the Data Center, too!

NAME CHANGE?!

I'm debating changing the name of my website... what do YOU think?

Here are the choices.... Keep it the same? or Go with "www.DudeThatSucks.com"?
Cast your vote now! Just send an email to vote@liljsm.com.

COURAGEOUS THINKING

Yesterday I dared to struggle. Today I dare to win.
Bernadette Devlin

The important thing is this: To be able at any moment to sacrifice what
we are for what we could become.
Charles Dubois

Courage, it would seem, is nothing less than the power to overcome
danger, misfortune, fear, injustice, while continuing to affirm inwardly
that life with all its sorrows is good; that everything is meaningful
even if in a sense beyond our understanding; and that there is always
tomorrow.
Dorothy Thompson

You gain strength, courage, and confidence by every experience in which
you really stop to look fear in the face. You must do the thing which
you think you cannot do.
Eleanor Roosevelt

Creativity requires the courage to let go of certainties.
Erich Fromm

I long to accomplish great and noble tasks, but it is my chief duty to
accomplish humble tasks as though they were great and noble. The world
is moved along, not only by the mighty shoves of its heroes, but also by
the aggregate of the tiny pushes of each honest worker.
Helen Keller

Whoever said anybody has a right to give up?
Marian Wright Edelman

One isn't necessarily born with courage, but one is born with potential.
Without courage, we cannot practice any other virtue with consistency.
We can't be kind, true, merciful, generous, or honest.
Maya Angelo

The best way out is always through.
Robert Frost

Courage is going from failure to failure without losing enthusiasm.
Winston Churchill

OH MAN!!!

This definitely works, and we could all use a little more calmness in our lives.
By following simple advice heard on the Dr. Phil show, you too can find inner peace.

Dr. Phil proclaimed, "The way to achieve inner peace is to finish all the things you've started and never finished".
So, I looked around my house to find all the things I started and hadn't finished, and before I left the house this morning, I finished off a box of Merlot, a bottle of Baileys Irish Cream, a bottle of Kahlua, a package of Oreos, the remainder of my old Prozac prescription, the rest of the cheesecake, some Doritos and a carton of cigarettes.

You have no idea how fuckin good I feel!

How much is it worth?

So there is talk of her joining the gym, I'm totally kool like that.
Really. I think it's long overdue and it's definitely something that
will benefit her, the kids, and our relationship. I'm having a real hard
time with the cost though... it's over $500. I just have this sneakin
suspicion that it will last for a few weeks or even a few months and
then it's going to start with the excuses... I'm too tired tonight, I
don't wanna go alone, I have a headache, my back hurts, I don't feel
good, I'm too sore, the list could go on for days. This is my concern.
I have no problem dropping that kinda cash for something that will be
useful and beneficial to everyone. It's only the determination that
concerns me. How long will this last? My hope is that it will continue
for years... maybe forever... I know that I'm just dreaming here but
wouldn't that be something?
Don't think that I am trying to put on a curse here, I'm just stating my
concerns.

I'm out.

Oh Shit!!!

There I was, a lone brave soul on the top of the mountain. Gazing down at the slope before me. My family was still unpacking things a hundred yards from the bottom. It was sledding day. Sure to be a blast because we had just purchased two new sleds. The view was a spectacle like I've never seen before. The sun shining brightly and the sky a crystal clear blue. I don't generally have the guts to brave the biggest slope on the hill but that day was no ordinary day. I suppose I was feeling a little amped. So, there I am, sled in hand, gazing down this enormous slope. A perfect slope for sledding, not too bumpy and not too steep, and with a very gradual slope at the end to ease my transition to the prairie-ish ground below. To the left of the chosen slope was a much more jagged slope with a cliff. I was avoiding that slope like the plague. Cautiously... oh, so cautiously, I began to mount the sled. Being very careful as to not let the sled run away without me. I slowly position one foot on the right side and even more slowly begin to sit on the sled. I had just about completed said mounting when I notice the ground is moving... no, wait, it was ME! I was moving! Oh my god! I quickly throw both feet into the sled and grab the sled like a two year old grabs a sucker. I was not letting go! I notice also that my trajectory puts me straight in line for the CLIFF that I was trying so desperately to avoid. I'm sure this was really funny to watch, but I immediately shat in my pants... Fearing the worst as I barreled, forty million miles per hour, toward the cliff. Cuz it's so hard to gauge how fast you are really going when you're on a sled. The cliff approaches much faster than I thought and before I know it, I'm 35 feet in the air (okay, maybe it was only like 2, but it felt like 35). I try to scream, but I'm scared for my life and the scream does not come out. It's not so much the air time that scared me but the quickly approaching ground. First, the sled made contact with the ground, then, like a fkn semi into a brick wall, I made contact with the sled. Pain shooting though my body like a bullet in my back, I realize that the sled is not going to stop any time soon and I need to get off this fkn thing! I roll slightly to the right and push my elbow into the ground. It takes another eternity to come to a complete stop, so I decide I'm not waiting anymore and begin to get off (still going twenty million miles per hour). I stand slowly only to realize that I can't really stand, and still can't breathe. I begin to walk over the the base of the cliff where I had lost my beloved hat (a gift from my brother). After retrieving my hat I turn and begin the journey back to the car, shat in pants, lungs still empty and screaming for air. I notice that slowly I am beginning to regain my breath, each step brings me closer and closer to a full inhalation that my body so desperately yearns for. I'm almost back to the others and I can see the agony on all their faces, not from empathy of my pain but only because they were trying very hard to stifle the guttural laughs they so crave. Eventually the laughing over takes them and it's all I can hear. I have regained my breath by now and begin to explain that I must visit the bathroom as quickly as possible. The laughing increases. I begin to remove stuff from the truck that may spill, and I'm on my way to clean up. Upon my return I find out that my handicapped brother decided to try a similar slope to mine and hurt his back as well... I would have thought he learned from my experience.

WOW... That's Really Bad!!

And the worst for last... OMG!

Tense?

My stomach is turning, my head is spinning, I want to vomit. My mountain dew doesn't even taste good. I am in shock. I can't breathe. My heart aches. I want to scream and cry. My mouth is watering. My fingers are mostly numb and I can't see clearly.
Why did I do that? I should know better by now. I really should. I've made that mistake several times before. I'm gonna puke.
I read the words that no man ever wants to read, ever. I'm seriously sick now. I cannot even describe this torment. It hurts so bad and I just want to scream. I know, it's in the past and I still just want to scream. It makes me wonder if I truly know what I'm getting into. Do I really know? Do I want to? There are few ways to make a man feel like less of a man that to stick a knife in his ego. That's basically what this is all about. And I'm not talking about a butter knife, this is a fkn sword, just like that 36 inch bitch that was on top of my tv for a time.
My back is hurting and I can feel the muscles in my shoulders and neck tightening with every breath I take. There is seemingly no cure. I feel like my heart has become a tumor... I can feel it beat but it doesn't feel real. It's is rapid and weak. My vision is spotty and it seems as if the world could crash down at any second.
The problem is that she won't let it go... therefore I cannot either. I'm telling you, I thought I could deal with this. I knew about it shortly after we got together and I thought I could handle it. It's been two years and I still cannot even think about it without getting sick all over again.
Why does the past torment me? I want to run and hide in a dark closet. Away from the pain and away from the past. There is no room for heartache in my life.
Getting it out is usually one of the best ways I have to cope with this shit and I haven't... I've kept it bottled up, because it's 'bad' and she never wants to talk about it. I think I'm gonna die from the torture.
Why do I feel inferior? I know that I should not. If I was then she would still be with him. I know I'm right. I am superior! Why does it not matter? Why does that make no difference to how I feel, right now?
Because she won't let it go. She refuses to deal with him and the problems he caused and now I'm forced to deal with it. It is becoming my problem.
Why me?
I am a good person, i am :( I didn't want it this way
i dont want it this way
its not my fault
i am a good person

Can You Believe This?!?!

My daughter now has her very own blog and email address... When the hell did she grow up???