I got tagged by my wife (and no, not as in my eye by her delicate knuckles), so here is a MEME (why it's called that, I'll never understand. probably qualify for a post on what I don't understand) about me. I hope to impart my usual flair whilst answering this list.
What were you doing 10 years ago?
1. planning my marriage to BHazy (talk about nervous and excited)
2. trying to determine if picking up and delivering packages was what I wanted to do as a career (it wasn't)
3. growing my hair out- all for BHazy and her hair band Bon Jovi fetish
4. took another stab at college- still don't like it
5. trying to outgrow my juvenile tendencies (at 25 years or age, just call me late bloomer)
Five Snacks You Enjoy:
1. Kay's natural chips- I introduced these to my wife, they are delicious
2. chips and salsa- must be hint of lime tostitos. I think I would dance burlesque for this snack
3. M&Ms- must be plain. take the above comment, add "full monty" to the mix
4. Pre sleep meal- cottage cheese and protein powder mixed together. add Peanut butter to the mix. Peanut Butter makes everything taste good.
5. Goldfish- seriously, I think those toddler people are on to something
Five Songs That You Know All The Lyrics To:
1. Here Without You- 3 Doors Down
2. Intergalactic- Beastie Boys
3. Temperature- Sean Paul
4. I Stand Alone- Godsmack
5. You Give Love A Bad Name- Bon Jovi (call it my commitment to picking on my wife about Bon Jovi, but I feel you gotta give 100%)
Five Things You Would Do If You Were a Millionaire:
1. Walk away clean from my job to spend all day with my wife and son
2. buy a bigger house, maybe at the beach
3. buy a minivan for my wife, knowing I would be the only one driving it
4. travel everywhere. I mean everywhere.
5. if I got bored, open up a nutritional supplement store and help my friend open a computer repair shop. Think Clerks, but we would actually be productive and provide a service.
Five bad habits:
1. I burp. Everywhere. With total disregard for conventional standards of social etiquette. I would so burp in front of Martha Stewart. and blow it in her face, that old uppity b!tch. Directly related to this, I will not fart in front of anyone. I mean, that's just rude.
2. I pick on people. Unmercifully. It gets worse if I don't like you.
3. I have trouble dealing with stupid commercials. Sometimes I cuss.
4. I like to argue just for the sake of the argument. My grandmother once told me I would argue with a Stop Sign. Not far from the truth. I call it being "devil's advocate".
5. I thump my wife's bottom. It stings when I thump. Not really a bad habit, but it does cause my wife to squeal a bit, stomp her foot, and huff. Sometimes I get a crooked pointer finger aimed my way. I so enjoy that. I loooooooooooooooove feisty women.
Five Things You Like To Do:
1. read- love to read, and not just the articles in Playboy
2. work out- my wife likes my muscles....
3. eat- pretty much everything excluding some vegetables. equal opportunity devourer
4. take naps with my son- I have found this is the bestest, deepest sleep I ever get. Even when he rolls over and monkey slaps me in the eye.
5. hang out with friends and family- I just do.
Five Things You Would Never Wear Again:
1. my hair long -it looked good, just way too much upkeep and hassle. I don't know how you women do it
2. "jorts"- also known as jean shorts. long story, I wrote about part of it earlier this year
3. shorts in the winter- yeah, I used to do that (jorts involved here too). I have learned so much in 2007
4. ugly glasses- some of my corrective lenses were awful, thankfully my wife and son are here to save me
5. got nothing here. if you saw my wardrobe selection, it's pretty much casual excluding the work shirts I acquire as a fringe benefit to my job. Key word, comfortable. That's just how I roll
Five Favorite Toys
1. ipod- sometimes all you need is a song to alter the course of your day
2. computer- when I can get my wife to stop reading blogs or reading up on Bon Jovi, Bill Phillips, Justin Timberlake, Vince Vaughn, Howie Mandell, Rich Franklin, etc. etc. etc, I do enjoy various options my computer affords me (shopping, reading, research, video games)
3. tv remote- hey, I'm a guy, it's bred into our DNA
4. I got nothing here
5. ditto
I am not sure that this serves any purpose, but when I said "I do" to my wife, I knew it was for better or for worse. Just trying to keep her happy. Now if you will excuse me, she has read some of this entry and is shaking a bag of M&Ms in my direction with a smile on her face.
Sunday, June 17, 2007
Wednesday, June 06, 2007
Since some of you insisted...
Not going to lie, I was about to walk away from blogging. But I have been "encouraged" (meaning my mom and my wife applied feminine persuasion/torture to wear me down) to continue to inundate cyberspace with my warped vision. Congrats cruel world, this sputtering candle continues to flame still.
Why would I stop "rambling"? Well, if a person deliberately writes in a controversial manner as a means to initiate discussions and receives no counterpoint, the zest for writing fades away. I am no prehistoric savage or superstitious innocent, I have no need to whistle in the dark as a means to keep the boogie man away. I am comfortable holding debates on a wide range of topics alone in my own head. Crazy you say? That's not what all the other Dhazy's in my noggin tell me....
Would I totally stop writing? Nope, not at all. In fact, I have two projects I am working on to continue making contributions to the literary community. Now I have three (hooray for BHazy and GiGi). That totally read like I was bragging, and I apologize. I have made the claim to rocking all forms of literature, but this paragraph is cheesy and sad. Please move on loyal reader...
What else is up? Well, nothing new really. Work is still occupying 50-60 hours of my work week, my wife is still hotting it up, and my son's intelligence is still as equally unusual as his physical strength. I seriously think my wife and I should receive the Nobel prize for physically proving that human evolution is not scary as in an X-Man/Heroes kind of way, but more in a fun, entertaining, and dimple-tastic fashion. Proud of our achievement? You bet your sweet a$$ I am.
Mrs. Snowman Poop, you honor me for listing me on your blog as someone worth reading. By the way, I too share your frustration that confectioners and food colorists have not taken the time to develop a realistic pink that accurately represents nipple pigments for naughty cakes. Thank you for not losing focus, and I am sure the boob cake was as delicious as it was fun to look at. Seriously folks, we are talking cake and boobs, combined together to make a feast for the eyes and tummy. As a man I am genetically bred to find that amusing and delightful. I won't apologize for it, I simply regret that Mrs Snowman Poop's artistic talents were discovered roughly 4 weeks after my birthday.
In regards to the penis cake, I think that's somewhat childish***.
***the previous comment was indeed sarcasm. I said it as I think it's funny to adopt a double standard viewpoint to help flush out femi-nazis. If you are a woman and you got somewhat riled up, you have to leave a comment. It's the law.
Why would I stop "rambling"? Well, if a person deliberately writes in a controversial manner as a means to initiate discussions and receives no counterpoint, the zest for writing fades away. I am no prehistoric savage or superstitious innocent, I have no need to whistle in the dark as a means to keep the boogie man away. I am comfortable holding debates on a wide range of topics alone in my own head. Crazy you say? That's not what all the other Dhazy's in my noggin tell me....
Would I totally stop writing? Nope, not at all. In fact, I have two projects I am working on to continue making contributions to the literary community. Now I have three (hooray for BHazy and GiGi). That totally read like I was bragging, and I apologize. I have made the claim to rocking all forms of literature, but this paragraph is cheesy and sad. Please move on loyal reader...
What else is up? Well, nothing new really. Work is still occupying 50-60 hours of my work week, my wife is still hotting it up, and my son's intelligence is still as equally unusual as his physical strength. I seriously think my wife and I should receive the Nobel prize for physically proving that human evolution is not scary as in an X-Man/Heroes kind of way, but more in a fun, entertaining, and dimple-tastic fashion. Proud of our achievement? You bet your sweet a$$ I am.
Mrs. Snowman Poop, you honor me for listing me on your blog as someone worth reading. By the way, I too share your frustration that confectioners and food colorists have not taken the time to develop a realistic pink that accurately represents nipple pigments for naughty cakes. Thank you for not losing focus, and I am sure the boob cake was as delicious as it was fun to look at. Seriously folks, we are talking cake and boobs, combined together to make a feast for the eyes and tummy. As a man I am genetically bred to find that amusing and delightful. I won't apologize for it, I simply regret that Mrs Snowman Poop's artistic talents were discovered roughly 4 weeks after my birthday.
In regards to the penis cake, I think that's somewhat childish***.
***the previous comment was indeed sarcasm. I said it as I think it's funny to adopt a double standard viewpoint to help flush out femi-nazis. If you are a woman and you got somewhat riled up, you have to leave a comment. It's the law.
