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GMAIL....GET YOUR GMAIL.....CAN'T TELL THE PLAYERS WITHOUT A GMAIL ACCOUNT!

yes sir, I have 5 invites that I am all excited to give out for free.....Wondering what gmail is? Well according to google....

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Now how cool is that......Oh and I cannot take credit for being cool, my little giraffe sister made me cool.....So it is not what you know, but rather who you know.

Ego Boost

Dad wants to play golf again and after my innical excitement of actually being able to go hit that ball around jen did make a comment.....

"he must have had a bad week in league and needs an ego boost"

I had to giggle because as fortune would have it he informed me that a 49 was on his card. Well when shit goes to the birds stop what you are doing and go back to something that works.....Like laughing incessantly at your son who can not only not beat him but now has to show off his new driver that he hits 5-10 yards farther.

All I had in life was my ability to be able to out drive my 65...I mean 64 yr old man....Now........Oh wooies me!

So I ordered my books for school last week and am happy to say that all have arrived except for my communication class. See this professor has decided that it would be a good idea to set it up that students can only get books from a local used bookstore. yep not even the campus bookstore has them. Now being this is the case those of us that don't live in Milwaukee need to call up the bookstore and order them and have them sent to us. Now I don't know about any of you but I know what those bookstore owners look like and lets just say that they are not the speediest people aaahhh, who spilled the bong water man?

So I called last week and the only way to actually talk to these people is to leave a message for them to call you back. So that is just what I did.......A week ago!

People! I need my books, CD's and any other unwanted solitation that comes with getting these books. First off the professor needs to get off his ass and realize that the people taking online courses don't live in Milwaukee and second how about looking into some books the campus bookstore might be able to keep on hand? More than likely he is some old professor that has tenure and could care less about actually helping his students learn but rather he is taking a stand against the institution that is morally disillusioning the great people who attend to only increase their marketability to potencial employer's. These same people will only be knocked down by the man so his job is to take his stand and only hurt those students by his actions.....I mean really people lets get our social activism straight, mmmmmmk?

so now I have to wait for a phone call from some hippie, pot smoking, dread wearing, non shower taking, munchie craving bookstore owner......heavy sigh

Hamm and Cheeze?

I feel for Paul Hamm, here he is winning the gold medal and the s. Koreans protest because of a starting point value. I don't think that the protest is wrong if it had been handled in the way the rules pointed out, durning the competition. Once the event ended and the medals handed out then what is the point other than to create a ruckus, yep I used the word ruckus! Hey people lay off! In the onset of the scandal all these beat writers were telling him to give back the gold... What a gesture of peace, love and good happiness stuff...........What the fuck!

I think he is more of a man for standing up and doing nothing! You know how hard that is taking something head on and not wavering. Go Paul Hamm, you earned that gold medal! And he has made me proud to be an American!

Oh in case you were wondering the Korean gymnast didn't have mandatory deductions taken so we would have to take those in consideration which would have put him out of medal contention.......hmmmm can I have that bronze please. Oh and why haven't we had the 4th place gymnast protest that!

Oh yea and remember the 77 Olympics where the American boxer won an obvious decision over the Korean (yep same ones) for the gold medal, only to be bent over and fucked by the judges.......Hey Koreans, how does that feel!

wow I didn't realize how much frustration I had built up over this little international incident!

Can't we all just get a long!

On another front, I downloaded some live Grateful Dead. Boy I didn't realize how much I missed them. Dominic came down and asked what I was listening too? He liked it, this is the kid that loves godsmack and AC/DC. I told him about when he was in mommy's tummy that we used to put the headphones on her tummy and play the grateful dead, he would always kick.........

smiles

top ten pimp names

I know that I have posted this before but I will once again.

go to playerappreciate.com

put your name in and give me the top ten pimp names it give back!

oh the fun!

ready, set, go!

Silicon Slick paul Dazzle
Ghetto Fabulous paul Shizzle
Suede P. Rock
Delicious andrews Squeeze
Crazy Eyes andrews Sweetness
Master Fly paul Sneed
Diamondtrim paul Luthor
Mack Master andrews Beautiful
Deacon Dr. P. Jazz
Funk Master paul Trump

there you go, top ten and I think it turned out pretty good. I mean deacon dr. p. jazz ain't to bad.

Much rejoicing

There is much rejoicing in weightlossville. Yep that is right weightlossville pop. 150,000,000. Those of us that have undertaken the undaunting task of trying to loose weight.

Background: graduated high school weighing 185lbs, and in shape.
after being at college for 9 months 235lbs. Yep that is right 235lbs. That was not the freshman 15 that people talk about that was out of control. That was 50lbs in 9 months or 5.5 lbs per month or 1.375 lbs per week. Now lets just say that I wasn't keeping up with any kind of exercise program but after the winter break I did start to exercise again and I couldn't stop it, so I gave up.

flash to January 1st of this year
I started to exercise again, and hard. Three to five times per week and lifted weights. I started to loose a little but over the last 8 months only about 10 lbs have come off....... FUCK!!!!!!!!

So my mom was shown to have a hypothyroid or a underactive thyroid, and I have had that suspicion for a while that this is what has been hindering me. I started to take some suppliments to deal with my thyroid last week and today went to the Y, worked out and weighted myself as I normally do. I thought to myself no expectations........I set the weight were I normally do 262, stepped up and.......wait less? ok how about 260, nope, 258, nope 257......holy shit. I haven't even been watching so much what I eat and I lost 5lbs in a week?.............well ok this is a good start

and there was much rejoicing in weightlossville!

fishsticks

I am not really sure why, but I was wondering how many fishsticks I could fit in my mouth? I am pretty sure that I could get 10 or 15 cooked fishsticks but if they were still frozen then probably only 5 or 6, less flexible.

Ode to my chair!

Oh chair, so soft and fluffy
my love so large and all encompassing
you rock me when happy, sad or just sleepy
wrapping your arms around my waist
saying you accept me for who I am
you squeak so silently just making sure that
I am comfy

your indentation fits me perfectly
even after someone sits there
your resourcefulness against claws, kids and food
is truly one of the miracles of life

So to you chair, I solute
where men can be men.

I was thinking how long could I go without a hair cut, because after about 6 or 7 weeks I just need to at least trim it. I am also trying to grow sideburns, which is really kinda futile because I am blond (or haven't reached puberty yet) they just don't come in very good. I have gone almost a month growing them out and they are looking better but jen still makes fun of me.....Although I think it was her idea, what the hell!

My life as a cartoon

If my life was a cartoon who would the cast of characters be?

Lets start with the style of cartoon it would be. I mean we could go with the new animated cartoons, but really this would not fit the feel. I am looking for more of the color pencil look, like the cartoon Daria that used to be on Mtv.

Of course there is my family where my wife gets to be the only "normal" one and of course saves the day more often than not. She also loves me despite me getting into all kinds of stupid male trouble. I think she would be the sassy, quick witted one who's "catch" would be her ever changing hairstyles.

who would I be? well that would be interesting. I would be victim of circumstance, problem is never my fault but rather my solutions that get me into trouble.

Justin would of course be drawn like a psychologist and having more personality ticks that seem to fit any circumstance, but never letting those get in the way of horrible advice that I continually listen too.

jen and Parry would be the mystery couple, meaning they would be thrown into scenes randomly to provide comic relief. Again the wives would be getting together trying to coupe with there wayward husbands, using each other for group therapy. But then they would disappear for 2 episodes before making a random entrance into the next misguided adventure. They would be the characters that would get the loudest applause when put into a scene........

Then there would be my kids, the boys that mimic me but know better than to follow me, of course their mother would protect them from my so called "friends".

last but not least would be the mystery character, and this would be only a voice, actually a ring from the computer. This would be a long lost sister that moved away from the family only to communicate by computer. So when answers are needed, or in need of a plot thickener, or just in need of cheap laughs she would ring in. This would be an updated version of Richies older brother on "happy days".

Of course there would be many more charters that would be created along the way but I have written for 15 minutes and since my attencian span is only 1 and a half minutes I am surprised that I haven't drooled on myself yet

Less interested

As I write this I am watching the Olympics and to be truly honest I really don't care. In fact I cannot remember the last time I was so disinterested because usually I get into them after a day or two. But lets be honest here people, who are our rivals, Iraq? Pakastan? They just play soccer and not very good at that. I mean if the Al-quita could sport a couple of gymnasts, or wreslers, or even a ping pong team I might find that more interesting to kick there ass at that too. I just don't have much interest in white water rafting. Is there a decree that states that they need to add a new sport every 4 years? I think the downfall was when sycronized swimming actually was accepted as a sport that should be represented at the games.

My only interest at this point is watching these overpaid NBA players get their ass handed to them by Puerto Rico. They are not even going to medal, WE ARE THE US AND BESIDES FOOTBALL WE SHOULD BE KICKING SOME SERIOUS ASS!

I can't wait for the first NBA head coach to get a brain, and a franchise to back him to play international basketball at the NBA level. They would run away with the title and make everyone look silly! Well I guess we will just have to suffer through more run and shoot ball with no discipline.

thank god it is football season, and lets face it the brewers did what they needed to do which was keep us interested till football starts.

On another front I think that I want a posse! Yep that is right a Posse! These would be guys that follow me where I go and shout over the top of everyone after I said something. I need them to get my back, yo. This way I can never introduce anyone by their names I can just say, "yo! I am P. Large and this is my Posse, bizziach!" I am thinking that a felt suit is a must. Because really people what feels better than felt. I could walk around with my cane, clock around my neck, and all the bling bling that I could muster and then to top it off I would have my posse.

Man would I be cool or what!

Peace out Yo's! And much love to my Posse!

Cause what's my name? PPPPPPPPPPPPP Large!

School

Well school is almost done for the summer and I am so glad. It is getting increasingly harder to get up each day to do homework. I do enjoy the subject matter which includes not only technology but more importantly how companies can use this technology to communicate better. Because this subject is fairly new and there has not been much research we are not only students but also test subjects. It can be fun but I have been full time now for a year and I am battling mental fatigued, ok maybe it is just that I am a candy ass. I am not sure why I am even thinking about it because as dad pointed out, 9 more months.

The PGA was in town and now there is much hub bub about how the estimates of incoming cash to the city was way over blown. In fact most businesses didn't see any increases in cash flow and you know what? I didn't see much increase in traffic either, although I did notice on my way back from Appleton last week that there was more traffic than normal. The only thing I can think of was that most people didn't even stay in Sheboygan, they went to Appleton, green bay, and Milwaukee. Somebody just assumed that people would show up when in fact the city didn't do a very good job of promoting themselves as a place to stay......Oh well.

Whaaaaa?

Oh you asked about my golf game, well lets just say that Parry and I didn't play real pretty yesterday. We both had a good hole or two, took more mulligans than we should and lost more balls than what was really necessary. But the bright side was that it was nice outside (for once), and we walked the 9, couldn't ask for much more (ok maybe being able to drain a par putt or two would have nice).

FINAL THOUGHT
Lets just say after a night out that the age old battle of trying to keep awake without spins and thinking it was a good idea to take a bath is something we should all keep away from...........No seriously, don't do it.

Yea, yea, yea

Well dad and I played golf again yesterday and the weather was miserable. It was cold and rainy and on the front 9 I didn't play particularity good, shot a 50. As we walked up to the 9th green the wind picked up and blew in some heavy drizzle. Not really a full rain but not a light drizzle either, fuck I was cold. Ironically it wasn't my legs that got cold because of the shorts I was wearing it was my head letting the heat escape. Dad gave me a cap and all was right with the world.

I have figured out that when dad needs a ego boost he calls me to play, and yet again he shot out of his mind (along with acts of god on 16). He shot a 40 on the front and 43 on the back for a 83. He was putting for a 39 on the 9th hole, what the fuck!

back 9 was fun, we played pretty equal. Oh what was that? You want to know about the acts of god. Well I wasn't going to bring it up because who am I to question His will but on 16 we have an approach shot of 150 yards or so. The divine one hits his ball and it starts to fade to the right toward the water, oh did I say we were tied score on the back 9 up to that point? Oh I didn't ?Well anyway it is fading, fading, fading...........Off the rocks (this is it, the collapse I have been waiting for)...........

Where the fuck did the ball go? we both lost it in the grey sky as it darted up off the rocks. nothing good can come of this...........well only for the divine one it can because as it would happen to be the ball shot back up in the air and landed 2 feet from the green, middle of the fairway...............LOL. I have been so trained by the divine ones luck that as I saw the ball hit the rocks my eyes went directly to the front of the green. I knew that there was no way that ball was hitting the water..............Shit I need to be a disciple and write "the gospel of the divine one". I just bask in thees light.......

Brat Days

Yes folks it is that time of year again and brat days is in full force.

Now Jenny and I have been back in Sheboygan for 6 years and have yet to go down to brat days. To tell you the truth I really have no desire to go, there is something biblically wrong with worshiping a food, let alone one that is greasy, fattening and when on a bun looks like A..................Football (oh come on folks let get our minds out of the gutter mmmmmmmmmkay?)

Since my older sister has decided to point out that I use the word "well" a lot.......

well, well, well let me tell you of the festivities that are going on that make brat days unique.

according to one brat days chairperson "brat days epitomizes who we are in Sheboygan and what we enjoy as a community"............Really well isn't that sad. I would write more but I am kinda depressed about that statement.

sounds of the festival:
we have the gin blossoms that played last night and get this, Vince Neil is playing tonight. Yes sir re bob the famous Vince Neil that rock us all to the core with such hits as "girls, girls, girls" and "Dr. Feelgood" has rocked to the top playing festivals like brat days.......Yea!

Also the Brat eating contest is taking place as I write this, winner last year ate 13 brats in a 1/2 hour and received...............A packet of brats (just what I want after puking up 13 brats) and a t-shirt. My only problem with this contest is that it would take me out of the running for being able to drink the most beer for the day. Lets face it, we need to be careful of the stomach and have our priorities straight on this wonderful day.

Also, since the PGA major is coming to town, I am sure that all visitors will be thoroughly appreciative the image brat days brings to Sheboygan and I can't wait to see that on the broadcast this week.

That all said, I am now craving a good old fashion brat with all the fixings.

Scrappy Doo Sucks!

The kids are watching scrabby doo on boomerang network, and I forgot how crappy scrappy was (get it crappy scrappy?..........Man I kill me).

Favorite cartoons of all time:

Looney toons: most of the characters I liked, but the real early ones I just turn off.

dungeons and Dragons: Wasn't on very long, but a fun cartoon to watch.

Scooby Doo, Where are you?: Classic after school cartoon.

Superfriends: League of Justice vs the legion of Doom......Enough said

Gummi Bears: I never really got into this but my sister Margaret would kick my ass for not putting on.

Happy Days: Yep they had a cartoon, with Richey, fonzie, Ralph mouth, and a dog. Where the hell did the dog come from, but he was cool, In fact that was his name...Cool.

Laugh 'o' lympics: I loved this one, in fact most of time I rooted for the "really rottens", they tried so hard and lets face it, if you aint' cheating you aint trying. "exit stage left eeeevveennn"

Snorks: Again they just filled time until............

Smurfs: the one blonde smurf was a busy lady, just a rumor she had a thing for grumpy smurf......The whole bad boy thing

Space ghost and Dyno Mutt: bumbling fools they are.

Captain Cave Man: Ok I am realizing that I watched way too much TV as a kid.

He-Man: Ram Man was my favorite.....Go figure

Thundercats:........HHHOOOOO!

Spiderman: this was on after school, but the theme song is what we all remember.........

To fill time they needed to have either

School House Rock: Remember "I'm just a bill, and ordinary bill" and "conjuntion junction, what's your function" To bad they didn't teach me anything.

and the public service announcements" Don't drown your food"

And you knew that Saturday Morning cartoons were over when.....

Land of the Lost started: I know, I know they are not technically a cartoon but they were cutting edge technology. The sleestacks scared me,..........RUN WILL, RUN!

Stir Crazy

I am officially burnt out with school. As a matter of fact I am burnt out being home with the kids all day, they are driving me mad!

Not that they are doing anything wrong they are just being 3 and 6. Then to top it off Jenny works all day and by the time she gets home she is just really tired. It is hard to reconnect as a couple when you are that tired, knowing that you have to go do it the next day for the little pay she does get. So our conversations are short lived and we look forward to her time off, although I am not sure when that will be.

Ok enough of all that.

I have on sportscenter and they are recapping the McGuire/Sosa home run race in 98. I am not a huge baseball fan, in fact I am not sure I have watched a whole game since the strike in 94. But this race was pure excitement. The home run might be the simplest, most exciting event in sports. Hit Ball, Hit Ball far, then take your lap. It is easy and fun to watch.

I remember that Dominic was about 6 months old and the game McGuire broke the record was a primetime game and I was rocking him to sleep. I had put the game on low sound and Dom fell asleep as I rocked. It happened that McGuire was due up next and instead of putting him in his bed I just kept rocking.........Then he made the hit. As I recall it wasn't the normal high flying bomb that Mark was known for but rather a rope that just barely made it over the wall.

I just remember thinking that everytime I see that home run, or everytime that they talk about that home run I will remember rocking my son asleep watching a great time in baseball history.

How cool is that

What a week

I realized that there are some weeks worth forgetting about. Although most of this week was pretty good there were some moments we would rather forget about.

First let me tell you one of the worst phone calls you can get as a parent
"Paul, I can't find Tommy!"
This was the phone call I got on Monday from Marna, who we used to live by before we moved. She is a wonderful mother and such a nice family. We are lucky to have as friends. Dominic and their son Christian are about the same age and are best friends. Tommy and their daughter Alicia are about the same age and also good friends (except when she forces Tommy to put on a tu tu).

Well Dominic and Christian were riding bikes, Tommy wanted to follow them so he ran after them. Once realizing that he wasn't going to catch them, he didn't recognize where he was, thus being lost. He wondered down the block where a lady noticed he had a scared look on his face and it just happened that a police officer was turning the corner coming toward them. By the time the officer got out of his car Marna was already half way down the block.

In typical Marna fashion she hugged and kissed him, no scolding, and just talked to him about leaving. Tommy didn't cry he was just a little scared. WHEW!!!!!!! By this time I was half way to her house when I received the call that they found him, this all happened in about 10 minutes.

After a couple of day passed I really thought out the circumstance. As parents we try to protect our children as best we can, but there are just areas that we cannot and if we tried they would be boarded up in their rooms. This is what I know, Tommy does not cross streets and I know that he doesn't, even in the most tempting situations because I watch him as Dominic crosses the street and Tommy stops dead at the curb. Second, I realized that if there is a predator there probably is not a whole lot I can do to stop them. I can only prepare my kids as best I can and hope of the best. Realistically the chances of a child being picked up and taken is miniscule, fraction of a percentage and if I lived to protect them from that they would not have much of a life.

As Dora says in "finding nemo"
"you can't never let anything happen to him because other wise nothing would ever happen to him..........Not much fun for little harpo."

good point