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Saturday, February 26, 2011

Ah Ha!!! AT&T has a Time Machine

I do recall watching these ads when I was in high school and college.  To be honest, I thought the technology was already in existence.  It wasn't until one of my friends pointed out the phrase "You Will" indicating that it hasn't occurred yet.

So how did AT&T know about GPS, iPads, Skype, DVR -like services?  My theory is that they have a time machine. 

Of course, I am kidding. 



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Friday, February 25, 2011

Those pesky little itty bitty lice

I debated whether or not to post this entry.  Frankly, it's a bit embarrassing.

A few weeks ago, my son's school nurse contacted my wife about lice.  Yes, lice.  My wife quickly called me to tell me about the disturbing news.

I denied it.  "How could it be?  Why?  It must be dandruff," I thought. 

I suggested she pick our son up and check his hair to confirm before purchasing lice treatment.  She overruled my suggestion and instead purchased two complete kits of RID.

Good thing she did. 

She called a few hours later to tell me that he indeed had head lice.  While combing his hair, she found lice crawling around. Eek! 

After she treated his hair, she did hers.  When I arrived home, I joined in the treatment as well. 

During the week of treatment, I was fearing finding lice crawling around not only his head but mine too.  My wife and I had nightmares about those pesky insects.

"What's worse is that others, especially his friends, would find out," I thought.  Unfortunately, my son didn't see it that way.  The following day when I asked if he had told his friends about the lice, he said he had mentioned it to his bestfriend and his other friend and his other friend.  My guess is that his class knew it was him with the lice infection.

A few days ago, we recieved a notice informing us about head lice found on another kid.  I showed the notice to my son and pointed to how others may have received the same document when he had lice.  He thought quietly as he absorbed the thought.

The good thing is that we fought and eliminated the lice.  Since his episode, we have made it a point to check his head everyday in case of a new outbreak.

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Wednesday, February 16, 2011

Fortune Cookie says...

This seems fitting since our state is experiencing a budget shortfall of over 20 billion dollars. 


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Wednesday, February 9, 2011

1 in 88,000 chance dating a supermodel

Onlineblackjack.com puts everything into perspective regarding odds.



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Tuesday, February 8, 2011

While you're surfing the net...

...Aung Zaw Oo is using his unbelievable talent.



View more of his stuff at his YouTube page: http://www.youtube.com/user/azoazotube.

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Monday, February 7, 2011

Confessions of a gym dweeb: Part 2

Contined.

The gym has several etiquettes that one should learn. These aren't written rules but rather things one should be aware of while working out at the gym.

Probably the most important one is that after using an equipment (treadmill, elliptical, etc.) one should wipe it with the spray lotion that is provided by the gym--my guess is that the lotion has some sort of antibacterial agent.

I try to make it a chore to wipe anything I use even if sweat didn't drip; of course, I would lie if I said I never forget. If you do forget, some people actually do notice. It's worse when that person whispers your "dirtiness" with their workout partner. Now you have two people staring at you in disgust. This happened to me a few days ago.

Speaking of staring, I try not to do that; especially when it comes to going into the men's locker room.  Since I workout after work, I do have to change at the gym.  My wife has suggested changing in the men's stall, but I told her I didn't want to be "one of those guys."

When the gym is busy, there is little room to maneuver.  As I change, I avoid eye contact.  On occasion, I do find myself rubbing elbows with the guys around me.  Sometimes that person is in his tighty whites--or so I tell myself.  Again, I avoid, eye contact. 

Of course, there are times when avoiding eye contact is impossible; especially, when running into a man wearing only flip-flops at the turn corner.  Perhaps when encountering a similar predicament, direct eye contact is suggested.  Don't look down.

to be continued...

Confessions of a gym dweeb: Part 3

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Sunday, February 6, 2011

Bell Biv DeVoe - Poison

Music Appreciation (A Retrospect)

To be honest, I was going to blog about BBD's "Do Me," but I remembered my mother-in-law reads my entries.

Bell Biv DeVoe. They were the kids from New Edition--a teen R&B group that climbed the charts in the early 80's with Candy Girl and Cool it Now.

After Bobby Brown's departure from New Edition, the remaining group members (Michael Bivins, Ricky Bell, Ronnie DeVoe, Ralph Tresvant, and Johnny Gill) began new projects and solo careers.

Michael Bivins, Ricky Bell, and Ronnie DeVoe formed Bell Biv Devoe and introduced their sound with their first album, Poison. Their title track, Poison, hit number one in the Billboard's R&B/HipHop chart.

They probably didn't introduce hip hop urban wear, but they sure did make it cool. I recall asking my mom to buy me timberland boots to go with my over sized hooded long sleeve shirt. Although I digged Bivins I found myself dressing like Bell. Of course, I was short and stumpy when I was young and couldn't get away with emulating Bivins or DeVoe.

As a freshman in high school, what did this song mean to me? The only think I could think of is "Never trust a big butt and a smile." Yes, embarrassingly enough, I actually wrote that on someone's yearbook. If anyone finds it, it's gonna be both a whole lot of money one day (wink).


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John Cleese on American Football

What better than to hear John Cleese's thoughts on American Football on Super Bowl day.  This is from Hermann Vaske's documentary  "The Art of Football from A to Z".



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Saturday, February 5, 2011

Cup of Coffee Man, Yeah!!!

I've had three cups of coffee this morning. I am feeling a bit like Macho Man Randy Savage.



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Friday, February 4, 2011

El Computador or La Computadora

(I received this from a co-worker.)

A SPANISH Teacher was explaining to her class that in Spanish, unlike English, nouns are designated as either masculine or feminine.

'House' for instance, is feminine: 'la casa.'
'Pencil,' however, is masculine: 'el lapiz.'
A student asked, 'What gender is 'computer'?'
Instead of giving the answer, the teacher split the class into two
groups, male and female, and asked them to decide for themselves whether computer' should be a masculine or a feminine noun. Each group was asked to give four reasons for its recommendation.
The men's group decided that 'computer' should definitely be of the feminine gender ('la computadora'), because:

1. No one but their creator understands their internal logic;
2. The native language they use to communicate with other computers is incomprehensible to everyone else;
3. Even the smallest mistakes are stored in long term memory for possible later retrieval; and
4. As soon as you make a commitment to one, you find yourself spending half your paycheck on accessories for it.

(THIS GETS BETTER!)

The women's group, however, concluded that computers should be Masculine ('el computador'), because:

1. In order to do anything with them, you have to turn them on;
2. They have a lot of data but still can't think for themselves;
3. They are supposed to help you solve problems, but half the time they ARE the problem; and
4. As soon as you commit to one, you realize that if you had waited a little longer, you could have gotten a better model.

Thursday, February 3, 2011

Confessions of a gym dweeb: Part 1

I bought my wife and I membership to Gold's Gym as a Christmas present. 

Before you grimace at the idea, we had been thinking about this for a while now.  Since my wife travels on business, and since I have heard that the Gold's gym membership can be used at other locations, I decided to make a visit and enroll. 

We started visiting the gym at least twice a week since returning from Buffalo, New York.  My wife takes the morning shift, while I take the afternoon. 

Since joining the gym I have seen a whole lot of improvement in my health.  Believe it or not, my allergies are not as sever.  My stamina is slowly increasing--whereas, I was out of breath at 15 minutes on the treadmill, I am now able to reach 45 minutes without trouble (yeah, right).  

More importantly, my wife is looking hotter every added day she spends at the gym.  Don't get me wrong, my wife was more in-fit than I was when we started. The only difference is that she is toning up and looking incredible. 

Of course my gym experience has not been without embarrasing flaws.  Why then would I bother writing this blog besides bragging about my hot wife. 

My first day going to the gym was of itself a lampoon of my insecurities.  Before arriving to the gym, I decided to stop at Office Max to buy a lock for my locker since I was planning on changing from my work clothes to my shorts and t-shirt. 

As it was I was nervous about my first day getting back into the gym.  Don't get me wrong, I had been working out at the YMCA and was comfortable changing in front of strangers.  This was different, though.  This was Gold's Gym.  The people here are a bit more serious about their health and figure.  They look great.   Everyone looks great.  Okay, maybe not everyone--there are groups of people about where I am that look a bit out of place.

I walk into the men's dressing room intimidated and nervous after walking past well trimmed and chiseled men and women at the circuit weights.  Facing down avoiding looking at any guys in the dressing room, I walked over towards the lockers. 

Gold's Gym provides their clients with showers, toliets, sinks, and lockers.  Lockers are broken into sections.  In the center of that section is a small bench big enough for two people.

I sat myself on the bench and chose my locker.  As I was settling myself into the unknown environment, I heard a voice behind me, "Hi neighbor."

I acknowledged him and went back to my newly bought lock, locker and clothes.  Honestly, I was feeling a bit uncomfortable.  I began to think this person was attempting to pick me up.  "Great!  On my first day back at the gym," I thought.

After he mentioned I was my wife's husband, I then realized that this was indeed my neighbor--like neighbor two houses down.  Needlesstosay, I was embarrased.  I got myself undressed (yes, he saw me in my not-so-best undies), closed my locker, and I said, "Hey man, nice seeing you again.  Take care."  Smooth.  Right?  I felt bashful. I haven't seen my neighbor since my first day at the gym.  Then again, I don't really look for him. 

Confessions of a gym dweeb: Part 2

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