Archive for the year 2005
Posted on October 29, 2005 by Brian under Wishlist.
That’s right. I found my new car. Its made by Mercedes Its compact and not in the US as of yet. But you can order them from Canada. They get about 60 MPG and its not a Hybrid, just straight fuel. I love it!
And to top it off, its small enough that if I get into a major wreck; it will double as a coffin!
Posted on October 28, 2005 by Ching under Life.
This is Rush as Sticker Man. He actually won a prize for most creative Halloween costume at Cox Communications last year. This is year he’s leading the activities committee at work and they’re doing a costume contest on Monday. I don’t know if I can come up with any costumes appropriate for work. It may be time to recycle some of the old costumes. I could always dress as a soldier again (see below). Incidentally, the photo below wasn’t taken on Halloween. It was taken at one of the Mid-Kansas MVPA rallies. I did dress as a soldier for Halloween one year, though. I think that might have been in either 2001 or 2002. The first time Brian dressed as a woman. The second time he dressed as a woman, he wasn’t just any type of woman. He was a school girl!
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Posted on October 26, 2005 by Ching under Wishlist.
Remember how I said I wanted a Canon SD550, which just happens to be on my Amazon wishlist for those of you who are feeling generous (it is only four days until my birthday after all) for my next camera? Well, I take that back. I really want a Casio Exilim EX-S600.
Posted on October 25, 2005 by Ching under Life.
The other day I had further proof that my car is on its very last leg. Remember how I had blogged about how thrilled I was that my right tail light started working out of the blue after a year of being broken? Well, on Saturday night I found out that my left head light was out. It made sense because I had always thought about how dark it seemed at night despite having my headlights on. I just never bothered to check so I never confirmed that one of my headlights was out. Then again, I usually don’t drive by myself at night and when I do, it’s usually just to and from school. We live relatively close to Wichita State so night driving hasn’t been too much of an issue. Last Saturday I needed to get gas so Brian and I decided to take my car to Neighbors. After poker, we all decided to convoy to IHOP. Corey led the way, followed by Dill and Becca and then Brian and I. Corey was apparently lost. We didn’t know this until Dill and Corey started playing leap frog. Tired of the show, Brian finally pulls up to see what is going on. This took Dill by surprise because he didn’t realize we were in the car behind him. He thought it was some other random vehicle because it only had one headlight. News to me. I absolutely had no idea. So like the whole time at IHOP I was thinking about having only one headlight and how long I had survived not knowing this was the case. After IHOP Corey, Dill and Becca went to Sharky’s to try to get in the game. They were almost 30 minutes late because it was alright 12:30 am by the time we left the restaurant. Not sure if they ever got in. Brian and I decided to head on home. We went to stop at a Quiktrip for gas. While there, Brian decided to check out my headlight problem. He shuts the headlights off, taps on the part of the hood where the left headlight is, and then turns the headlights back on. Lo and behold, it starts working again! My poor fall-apart little car. It makes me think that this is foreshadowing for when I am older and my body parts start falling apart. Like when I start going senile and forget things. Oh, just tap her on the forehead a couple of times. That ought to jog her memory. My dilapidated car is kind of symbolic of the rest of the things going on in my life. I think the more stressed I am, the more my car acts up and starts falling apart. It must be a reaction to my stress levels. Anyway, speaking of depressing things. Sarah gave me a pair of jeans today. She said she could no longer wear them because they are too short. While that in itself is nice. It’s always nice to get free clothes. The fact that these jeans were a size 6 and they fit me perfectly totally depresses me. I mean, you’re talking to a girl who can’t let go of her tattered size 0 jeans from Abercrombie & Fitch no matter how many holes they develop because they are size 0! By golly, I’m going to squeeze my fat behind in those things until they fall apart! P.S. In case you haven’t noticed, Brian is going to start blogging with me. I want this blog to be more like Brett and Hiromi’s (minus all the panty pics, of course) and Goose and Gander where we’re both blogging as a couple and the commentary isn’t just one sided. Brian’s posts will be distinguished by a subtle gray box container. Anyway, I thought I’d give you all a heads up.
Posted on October 24, 2005 by Brian under Life.
On Thursday I was at work taking calls like normal. One of the calls I took was from a customer that operated “Yoder Embalming Services”. She just needed to make a payment but since I only had a few min till my lunch I decided to talk to her a little. She said that I was very professional and that she really needed someone like me to work in her office. I asked her “Doing what!” she told me that the job would include a wide variety of things like embalming bodies, delivering them to the morticians for their final dress up and retrieving the bodies from the morgue. Their might be some other little jobs like answering the phones and speaking to police and clients and stuff. I thought to myself “This is the perfect job for me, No bitchy people complain about their service, No angry customer cursing ME out because THEY cant pay their bill and we are going to cut their service off, Just dead people, silence, no drama, just dead people. I asked the woman what happen to the person that she had before, since she said she needed someone professional I assumed that she must have recently let go a person that was not. She said that the last guy was let go because he would do things like get stoned, turn on the answering machine and then go have sex with his girlfriend in the embalming room, or in the delivery van or anywhere else he could find (Ok, that’s just gross). She said that he would also carry a gun with him (like the dead people are going to get up and mug him, what the heck do you need a dammed gun for) and finally I guess the thing that pushed her over the edge was that he delivered a load of bodies to the Mortuary and told the man their “Dude, get-em while their cold”. Me, I found that part a little funny, but evidently morticians don’t have a sense of humor. I finally decided this morning that I would not do it. My wife was concerned about the smell and I know for a fact that I would definitely smell from that job working with decaying bodies and chemicals. I wanted to ensure that I would have a wife to come home too. So instead I will continue with my endeavor to get a better job threw perseverance and applying at every possible acceptable position available.
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