tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-44132437285725995832024-02-19T00:38:31.322-07:00The Johnson FamilyJesshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03266456051646665356noreply@blogger.comBlogger48125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4413243728572599583.post-14303216587489182042011-12-28T13:52:00.002-07:002011-12-28T16:06:36.434-07:00Toddler's NoseNOTE*** This was supposed to be published back in September. Apparantly, I only saved it without publishing, so I got two posts in before the new year.<br />
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Due to recent events, I have come to the conclusion that there shoud be a condition known as Toddler's nose. My three-year-old has been doing this thing lately where she plugs her nose when she talks because she thinks it sounds funny. I find it kind of amuzing myself, so when I hear her voice go weird, I don't really pay any attention to it.<br />
The past week or so, I noticed her voice resonated the sound from a nose plug was not an occasional occurance, but rather a constant norm. As I was changing her diaper the other night, I noticed something in her nostril, so I grabbed some tweezers to pull it out.<br />
Turns out, she has been shoving toilet paper up her nose, and there was quite a bit of it lodged up there. It had apparantly been there for quite some time because the t.p. was so saturated with snot that I couldn't pull it out with out it breaking into smaller pieces.<br />
There's not too much more to this story, but just writing this is making me gag uncontrollably, so I'm going to stop here.Jesshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03266456051646665356noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4413243728572599583.post-600701352911884262011-12-28T13:50:00.001-07:002011-12-28T13:51:50.023-07:00Poop StoryThough I am utterly repulsed by public restrooms, I use them daily at work. Yesterday was no exception. I was working yesterday, when it was time to take my daily deuce. So, I walked across to the other side of the building, took care of business and came back to my desk and sat down. Normally this would have been the end of the story.<br />
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However, upon sitting down, I heard a crumpling noise. I turned around to check out my arse, and found that the toilet condom (the tissue paper that you line the seat with), had stuck to me and was flailing out my pants like a beaver's tail.<br />
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My only saving grace is that, due to the holiday, there was hardly anyone working, and only 3-4 people at the most would have seen it. If they did, though, they were NOT kind enough to tell me, and let me continue on my way down the road of public humiliation.Jesshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03266456051646665356noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4413243728572599583.post-49498983989599483712011-05-26T10:29:00.001-06:002011-05-26T14:54:47.390-06:00Biking is DangerousI don't remember the last time I did two posts on consecutive days, so this is a little out of the norm for me. <br />
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A while back, I was training for a triathlon and had this little <a href="http://jesse-johnson.blogspot.com/2010/09/i-trid-it-and-i-liked-it-kind-of.html">incident</a> occur. Well, I am training for another triathlon, and went for a little bike ride last night. I was riding at a casual pace down by Riverton when, out of the corner of my eye, I noticed a small object zipping towards me and nailed me just below the throat. It hit me pretty good and I felt it drop into my shirt. I assumed it was a small pebble that had been dislodged by a passing car. However, I soon felt an intense stinging sensation on my chest. I immediately grabbed my shirt at the location of the sting, and felt a little crunch between my fingers. By this time I had stopped riding, and shook the object out of my shirt. Sho'nuf, it was a bee and I was stung.<br />
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I wasn't sure what to do since I was several miles from home. Then, I remember that my wife's sweet cousin (I'll call her Deb) lives pretty close to where I was at. I wasn't sure if she'd be home, but I figured it was my best shot. Luckily, I caught her just before she was going to leave. I got a few ice cubes and went into the bathroom. It's probably good that my chin blocked my view of the bee sting earlier because I had a big-old red spot on my chest. If I'd have seen this on the street, I would have freaked out. I put the ice on the area and the stinger came out just enough so that I could remove it with my fingers. <br />
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In one of my previous posts, I'm pretty sure that I wrote about how I was eating breakfast at work to save time in the mornings. Well, as you may have guessed, I did not like the granola <a href="http://jesse-johnson.blogspot.com/2011/03/bear-naked-granola-couch-potatos-review.html">crap</a> I tried, so I was doing the instant cream of wheat thing for a while. I got creamed out, so for the past couple of weeks I've been doing cereal - Corn Pops to be precise. GOTTA HAVE MY POPS!<br />
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Well, there is an office fridge on our floor, and in an effort to be considerate of space limitations, I will typically buy a pint of milk at the beginning of the week, which will last me a few bowls of cereal. That way I'm not a fridge hog by leaving a gallon in there. Two days ago, I was arriving at work and put my lunch for the day in the fridge. As I entered the breakroom, I noticed a guy from a different division putting some milk in his coffee mug. My initial thought was "Hey, that looks like my milk! No, he wouldn't be that rude to use someone else's milk..." Sure enough, it was my milk.<br />
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As I got to my desk, fuming mad (by the time I realized it was mine, he had already left the room), I told my coworkers what happpened. Almost all of them asked me if my name was on the container. Apparantly, there is an unspoken rule in this building that if food is not labeled as belonging to someone, it is fair game.<br />
I decided if people are going to do that, they are using food at their own risk. There was still ample milk left, so I rationalized that the perpetrator would likely be a repeat offender. Plus, if he did it, who knows if there are others that will use my milk as well.<br />
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Fortunately for me, I have a habbit of collecting condiments from food joints like ketchup, mustard, hot sauce, etc. As a perused my condiment collection, I grew frustrated because all my stuff would alter the appearance of the milk. At last, I found a salt packet. In went the salt, and my milk was discretely returned to its spot in the fridge. <br />
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I was practically giddy the next morning (yesterday) when I checked the milk status - more milk had been used since the salting. I only wish I could have seen the reaction that happened when the criminal had some salted coffee. Actually, enough milk was gone to lead me to believe that more than one person was privy to my special treat.<br />
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That made my day; nay, week.<br />
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PS - I have been known to post fake links in the past, but the three links are legit in this post.Jesshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03266456051646665356noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4413243728572599583.post-3010976532312672982011-04-28T22:20:00.001-06:002011-04-28T22:22:48.526-06:00Uber-dee-dooper Tastey and Easy Brownies.If any of you have wondered how to make brownies with only 4 ingredients (5 if you count the non-stick cooking spray), I have found the solution. Simply take a little bit of water and vegetable oil, along with 2 or three eggs, then mix in a box of your favorite brownie mix. Yes folks, it's just that easy. As a kicker, the brownie box even has the portion sizing for the other three ingredients.<br />
Once the goop has been stirred 50 times with a wooden spoon (I usually do 53 or 54 stirs for good measure), simply put the mixture into a baking pan and bake for 30 minutes or so.<br />
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Who could have done such a thing?Jesshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03266456051646665356noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4413243728572599583.post-47240598665916302442011-03-29T11:08:00.001-06:002011-03-29T14:40:22.368-06:00Bear Naked Granola - A Couch Potato's Review<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi6ZSphrk4RB5_1V46KwilFMHgh1iekoHOMsZyIKPxqjxiziUF0stLdODNISHtR30qRoO5tUz0X0n1fs-YX3YzOw_VT2rQ3ADKSkdj8Y0X9hJ_oRzddmlFDUHXujZnNv8Vyo1e5NqKwrzAj/s1600/granola.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" r6="true" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi6ZSphrk4RB5_1V46KwilFMHgh1iekoHOMsZyIKPxqjxiziUF0stLdODNISHtR30qRoO5tUz0X0n1fs-YX3YzOw_VT2rQ3ADKSkdj8Y0X9hJ_oRzddmlFDUHXujZnNv8Vyo1e5NqKwrzAj/s1600/granola.jpg" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">Forgive me if this post strays from topic a bit, but there is something I need to say - even if it means I'm blambling. (Yes I just combined blog with rambling to come up with a new word). Some of you have read and / or heard about my triathlon "experience." If you have not, you can read about it <u style="color: #6fa8dc;">here</u>. Well, believe it or not, I have been coerced into doing another one this summer. I am scared spitless about doing it, and have been thinking about training (which is about on par with my training last summer). I've actually been doing some blosearch (blog / research) to find some fitness training programs to get me ready. One of the most common things I've blead (blog / read) is that a good diet is quasi-important.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">One of my biggest weaknesses is fast food. Even though I am sick of it, I eat it all the time for lunch. Add that to the fact that I usually oversleep and frequently skip breakfast to get to work, my nutritional intake is in need of an overhaul. The other day I was at the local grocer, and decided I'd try getting some breakfast food to keep at work so that I don't have to worry about eating before I leave. As I was walking down the breakfast aisle, I picked up some Instant Cream of Wheat (TM) and noticed a section of "healthy" foods. I saw roughly two, five-foot shelves with this granola cereal, and decided to take a closer look.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"> *Blashback (blog / flashback) to my early teenage years. While hanging out at my friend's house one day, we got kind of hungry. He said we could have some chocolate granola cereal. I probably acted like he was a loon, but he convinced me it was pretty good stuff. If my memory serves correctly, it was homemade granola, and they had a five-gallon bucket of it. We poured ourselves each a bowl, and I loved it. </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"> *Blashforward (do I need to explain this anymore?) to present time. I periodically will try a different granola cereal in hopes that I will find that great taste that I had so many years ago. I don't do it very often because the stuff in the stores usually doesn't taste good and it's more expensive than Lucky Charms. </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">Well, this granola caught my eye for three reasons: 1- it was on sale; b) they had chocolate flavor; and 4 - I had heard rave reviews about this brand in my blosearch. I decided to try the vanilla almond and chocolate flavors. </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">Let me tell you, they taste aweful - especially the chocolate. I was confused. Several blogs had nothing but great things to say about the stuff, yet I'm nearly gagging just blinking (blog / thinking - I think you're catching on now) about it.</div>Actually, it's not THAT bad, but I can think of several things I'd rather eat than this stuff.<br />
So, I decided to go back to those blogs to see what I'm missing. A few things come to mind. First these bloggers are food/fitness bloggers and these types of companies will send them free samples to try and review. If they're getting free food, of course they're going to write good things about it - that's just the world we live in. Second, instead of eating it like a bowl of cereal as it's designed, they mix it with yogurt and all sorts of fruit. This does two things: minimizes the amount of granola they have to eat and uses other foods to mask the taste.<br />
This gave me an idea: SUGAR. What did I do as a kid when my cereal choices were cherios, wheaties or grape nuts? I put sugar on it. Also, instead of eating each granola individually, I decided to mix the two flavors to see if they would neutralize each other. The combination of the two flavors and the sugar made the stuff edible. <br />
Fortunately, thanks to my ingenious ideas, I think I am getting my money's worth. But this leads me to question the whole "healthy" foods schpiel. Why not just add a little more sugar, spice and all things nice, and make the stuff yummy to begin with?<br />
By the way, I'm sorry if you fell for my fake link again. You can really see the triathlon catastraphe <a href="http://jesse-johnson.blogspot.com/2010/09/i-trid-it-and-i-liked-it-kind-of.html">here</a>.<br />
Finally, this post has officially created several new words: blambing, blosearch, blead, blashback, blashforward, and blinking. I know blinking is already a word, but I redefined it. Don't blag (blog / gag - yet another blord (blog / word)), I know you all are jealous you didn't think of this first. I am on a bloll!<br />
Peace Holla!Jesshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03266456051646665356noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4413243728572599583.post-6976405231026837862011-03-21T11:28:00.001-06:002011-03-29T10:22:05.277-06:00R.I.P. <style>
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<div class="MsoNormal">“Bishop” Michael Roberto Mildenhall - loving husband, father, and brother in faith will pass on this Sunday, March 27, after succumbing to fulfillment of his calling. Bishop was born April 3, 1976, although some say he was re-born with the formation of the 6<sup>th</sup> ward, circa spring 2006. He attended Granger High School, if that gives any clue as to what type of person he was. His love for all was never more evident when he cheered his “professed” favorite college team, byu (yes it doesn’t even deserve to be capitalized). A non-conformist from an early age, Bishop was secretly a Utah State Aggie fan and would do anything to mask his fondness for his beloved Aggies – just to maintain his image as Bishop. Whether it be violently shoving one of his closest friends (who is an avid Aggie fan, mind you) <i>prior</i> to a basketball game so hard that it knocked him over and split open his chin, or his mockery of Wild Bill, many people outside his inner circle would think he was repulsed by the Aggies. However, upon closer inspection, why would a cougar fan have the ward’s first young men’s presidency entirely composed of Aggies? Plus, the president of this presidency, who also happens to be his basketball victim, would later become his counselor in the bishopric. In a desperate attempt to prevent any misconception, he stooped to an all-time-low by calling a Wyoming Cowboy as his other counselor. In all actuality, though, all one needed to do was peek inside his office and see the walls plastered with photos of Wild Bill to know of his love for quality sports. </div><div class="MsoNormal"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal">Bishop was always the hippest, the coolest, and the one who didn't fit any regular pigeon-hole. He was a hard man to figure out. He’d nearly faint at the mere mention of blood, yet there was no hesitation in him when it came to gutting fish at scout camp for the young men he so dutifully served. He claimed to be able to catch fish at Scout Lake with the best of ‘em, and after a few hours of fishing he once came back with 5 or 6 fish. Even though no one was there to witness it, he said he caught them himself; however, reports at the end of camp stated that a tall man with impeccably parted hair and a byu shirt was stealing fish from other scout troops… He was able to find a comfort zone in most any group or environment, except for grassy meadows on a pioneer trek. Knowing full well of his allergies, his attempt at completing the pioneer trek showed truly how great of a man was in our midst. After one night of misery, he was spotted the second morning rubbing grass in his eyes and mouth to enhance his symptoms and was able to leave early – this is just one sample of how desperate he could become. </div><div class="MsoNormal"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal">He was a simple man, with simple pleasures. On clear days in winter he would search the skies looking for dragons. In contrast, on a hot day in the summer, he would be content chasing down cars and throwing water bottles at them. He was an accomplished make-up artist and poet. He was good at it, but that didn't mean he wanted to do much of it. He had other affairs to tend to, such as writing songs and music. Bishop's passing to a rising full moon has left many relatives and friends at a loss. However, if people want to find him, it is said that on the night of a full moon he can be found riding a famous bull in Logan, UT. He is survived by his two sons and two daughters, Jimmer, Jimmero, Jimmerrette, and Jimmetta; wife, Joni; numerous relatives; and countless, thankful ward members who will always remember and appreciate the love and devotion he spent towards them. Thank you all for being a part of Bishop's life. He loved all of you so much. There will be a celebration in his basement Saturday March 26, at the time of the Butler / byu basketball game. Hope you can all make it!</div>Jesshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03266456051646665356noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4413243728572599583.post-6142070354257504472011-01-01T16:19:00.001-07:002011-01-01T16:20:49.708-07:00Happy New Year<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div>Happy New Year everyone. This year was filled with significant events, yet none so significant perhaps as the fact that I participated in No-shave November. Actually, I don't know if participate is the right word because in my mind participate involves more than one person. Sure, there were likely countless others who participated in No-shave November besides me, but I wasn't directly involved with their "contest."<br />
The significance in going a whole month without shaving my beard is that, although I look ruggedly handsome with a beard, I cannot stand it when my facial hair starts to itch, and this usually happens by about week two of a beard growing cycle. It gets so itchy that I'm constantly scratching my cheeks.<br />
However, I finally did it, and much to my dismay, the itchiness never went away. So I shaved some handsome handlebars, but they weren't so handsome after I realized they weren't symmetrical, so I opted to sport the stache for the better part of a week and a half.<br />
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The real significance of making it through No-Shave November is because only someone manly enough to grow a beard can handle a sandwich like this - mmmmmmmmmmmm. <br />
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Sorry that two consecutive posts are videos, but my next post will shed some light as to why I posted this. For a hint, I may or may not currently be sporting a mustache.Jesshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03266456051646665356noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4413243728572599583.post-74290465596439281002010-11-08T10:05:00.003-07:002010-11-08T10:16:20.641-07:00CrossfireSo, this is one of my favorite songs right now. I recently came across the music video for it, and found it quite funny. If any of you know of a better way than smiling awkwardly at someone as a way of saying thanks for being rescued from a bunch of ninjas, please let me know (watch the 1:27 mark and you'll know what I'm talking about). The director / performer sure know how to capture the essence of a hostage rescue.<br />
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Actually, chili and eggs don't go so well together, digestively that is. I happened to make this a couple of hours before church on Sunday; and, dare I say, my stomach was a little bit frothy. <br />
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Finally, my next post just might include a little something on men's hairstyles.Jesshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03266456051646665356noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4413243728572599583.post-23751427967176491532010-09-29T14:06:00.000-06:002010-09-29T14:06:01.138-06:00I tri'd it, and I liked it (kind of)So, I guess I'll start off by introducing myself. I'm Jesse. It's been a while since I've blogged, and feel it's high time for an update. We'll start off with the event of the summer - the Bountiful Triathlon. It's a pretty prestigious event, and I'm sure most of you have heard about it. The following is a perfect regime on how to barely finish a triathlon sprint with one of the slowest times.<br />
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It all started several months ago when my sweet, sweet brother-in-law convinced me that I should sign up with him and do the triathlon. Another brother-in-law (names withheld in both cases for privacy reasons) said he'd do it too. The triathlon is a sprint, so the distances are relatively short and the best racers complete the event in a little over an hour. I thought this would be an excellent opportunity to try to get into shape, so I agreed to do it. The next item on the agenda was to start training. Since the event has three parts (hence TRI-athlon), I'll break this into three parts as well.<br />
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Swimming - I've never been the best of swimmers, so I figured that swimming is what I shoud work on the most. *Holy cow, not to change the subject, but I just found out what smells worse than burnt popcorn - burnt kettle corn. Ew, someone in this building made a huge boo-boo and it's going to stink the rest of the day. Wonderful. I'd like to continue writing this post, but the smell is too overwhelming; plus, I shouldn't be wasting work time on the blog. On the other hand, if someone is inconsiderate enough to burn kettle corn, I think I deserve a little chance to blog.*<br />
Now, back to the subject at hand: swimming. My family has had a pass to a local rec. center for several years now, so I thought I would take advantage of my pass and swim in the mornings before work. I decided to start swimming twice a week. This was about two or three months before the tri, so I figured it was as good of time as any to start swimming. The first day, I think I swam two whole, entire laps and was completely exhausted. Many of you might think that would cause me to quit. I decided to give it another chance, and the next day, I swam the 7 laps (350 m) - which is the distance in the triathlon. Keep in mind, mind you, that I did not swim the entire distance without stopping. No, after every lap (or 1/2 lap for that matter), I had to stop for a bit and catch my breath. After a few weeks of training I had to travel for work, went on vacation, then went to scout camp. Needless to say, I didn't swim for about three weeks. After I got back, I went swimming one morning and was able to swim the entire distance in under 10 minutes, which was on par with the top swimmers from last year. Unfortunately, I didn't build on this momentum, but let my confidence sway me to not swim anymore and focus on the other two events.<br />
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Biking: I have an old mountain bike that sat in my basement for the better part of four years, and fixed it up so that it was in riding shape. We also bought a bike trailer to haul the kids around. My theory was that if I ride my bike pulling the kids, when I raced, I'd be 100 pounds lighter and zip through it. I think I rode the bike 3 or 6 times before the race. The highlight of the bike training was when I was trying to make it fun for the kids by going fast down a moderately busy road in our neighborhood. A quick synopsis: the clamp came of my bike as did the safety strap, all while I was gaining speed down the hill. I looked back to see the kids rolling down the road behind me, with the trailer clamp sparking as it scraped along the ground. Fortunately, there were no cars at the time, and the trailer quickly stopped rolling thanks to my new friend, friction. I don't know who was more scared, me or the kids.<br />
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Once again, thanks to the wondrous internet, I was able to find a picture that accurately illustrates what happend.<br />
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#3) Running. This is short because I didn't run. I figured that since I played basketball once or twice a week, and that it was only a 5k run, I'd be good.<br />
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Training summary - some swimming, even less biking, and a little bit of basketball.<br />
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Day of the event. The Bountiful Triathlon is a little unique in that it is reverse order: run, bike swim. My theory is that because the swim is in a pool, they have the swim last to prevent over-crowding. This turned out to doom me, as I will soon point out.<br />
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First up was the run. As soon as the gun fired we were off. I kept up with the leaders for about 20 yards then slowly started to fall back. By the time we were out of the parking lot, my thighs were burning, and I wanted to quit. Apparantly, running back and forth with frequent stops for offensive and defensive plays on a basketball court does not translate to distance running. However, I was determined not to fail. I figured the biking and swimming would be much easier than the run, so I kept going.<br />
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Bike. Earlier, I mentioned that I had a mountiain bike. Mountain bikes are great for riding - on dirt roads in the MoUnTaInS. Thanks to a police radar cart, I was able to verify quite accurately that riding a mountain bike allowed me to reach a top speed of about 16 mph, where the road bikers were easily 20-22 mph. Needless to say, by the time I finished the bike, combined with my slow run, I was near the back of the pack. Say what you will, I am chalking the bike failure was due to equipment rather than lack of training.<br />
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Swim. As I neared the rec. center, I thought "At least I can do the swim in a decent amount of time." Boy was I wrong. My state of couch-potatoness had my legs in such a jelly state that I could barely waddle from the parking lot to the pool. I swam the first lap fairly well, then realized that I was utterly and completely exhausted. I ended up doing the backstroke for probably 85% of the swim. However, I finished, and there's plenty to be said about that. I think I've taken enough of your time for one day, let's hope for a brighter tomorrow.<br />
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Sincerely,<br />
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Due to my liberation from the vices of facebook, I have decided to reinstate Don't Stop Believin' by Petra Harden as the only song on this blog. Happy times.</div><br /><div></div><br /><div>Now, I usually don't get too personal on this blog, but I had the most unusual dream/nightmare last night. It's been so long since I've had a nightmare that I just had to share it. It's already starting to get foggy, so I'm writting this down while somewhat fresh in my mind.</div><br /><div></div><br /><div>First, I was a beaver living in a river in the middle of winter. I was splashing around with my friend, the otter. For some reason, my otter-friend offended a moose. Apparantly, the moose thought I was involved in the offense, so it started chasing the both of us. Unfortunately, my swimming abilities as a beaver were inferior to my companion's. There's the old saying that if you're in a group being chased by a bear, you only have to be faster than the slowest person. This rule-of-thumb applied here, unfortunately for me, and I was soon overtaken by the moose.</div><br /><div></div><br /><div>As the moose started goring me (beaver), I was suddenly transported out of the beaver's body and was now my human self standing atop the steep bank near the river watching the moose gore the beaver. The moose suddenly looked up and spotted me and began to make it's way up the bank to confront me. As the moose made it to the top, I slid down the bank into the river to create some space between us.</div><br /><div></div><br /><div>The next thing I new, the moose was standing right above me on the top of the bank, only now there was a mysterious door that appeared no more than five feet from me. I knew all I had to do was get inside that door, and I'd be safe. But, like George Constanza trying to ask for more bread from the soup nazi, I failed and the moose pounced on me and flung me with its antlers.</div><br /><div></div><br /><div>Cue the wake up and the nightmare is over. </div>Jesshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03266456051646665356noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4413243728572599583.post-35746546663252687992010-04-13T14:49:00.002-06:002010-04-13T15:05:35.916-06:00Recipe for disasterHello? Is anybody out there? I'm not sure if anyone reads this anymore since I have not posted anything for the lesser part of 5 months. Believe me, I've wanted to blog. Oh, how I've wanted to blog. Unfortunately, I've been preparing to take a test so that I can get my engineering license. The stress of this test has taken my best and I'll leave you to the rest. Ibig sabihin: My berain is so fried from all my "studying", that I cannot muster the berain power to blog.<br />With that in mind, I came up with a tastey recipe for some brain food last night as I was getting ready to study. Since a lot of people blog about recipes, I thought I'd join in the fun (even though I was actually a recipe trailblazer a while back already). With that, I give you: "Chicken and Asparagus: Tin-Foil Dinner Style"<br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjHFmdFUmQMNNkj-XN54hB1RcctfrRRXthFJX0jFuzI4TgNwG70tWXH3zmIUQZ74Z5z-1H8prsfux1cTzZGKLEyWsfQ1S_1xAOKOLjV083ujWoI8rN5kIxVcOtmdzqCZ3FwCqtOsZ8zljzL/s1600/dinner.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5459729221255444290" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjHFmdFUmQMNNkj-XN54hB1RcctfrRRXthFJX0jFuzI4TgNwG70tWXH3zmIUQZ74Z5z-1H8prsfux1cTzZGKLEyWsfQ1S_1xAOKOLjV083ujWoI8rN5kIxVcOtmdzqCZ3FwCqtOsZ8zljzL/s320/dinner.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><br />Ingredients: Chicken, Asparagus, 1 TBSP Butter, 1 Clove Garlic, Celery Salt, Pepper and Chef Tony's (best seasoning in the world). Wrap everything in foil and bake at 400 degrees Farenheit for 30-35 minutes until chicken is done. Enjoy.<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />Actually, something is missing. WAIT! I've got it! (scroll down please)<br />><br />><br />><br />><br />><br />><br />><br />><br />><br />><br />><br />><br />><br />><br />><br />><br />><br />><br />><br />><br />><br />><br />><br />><br />><br />><br />><br />><br />><br />><br />><br />><br />><br />><br />><br />><br />><br />><br />><br />><br />><br />><br />><br />><br />><br />><br />><br />Potato chips and a pitcher of o.j. complete the ensemble. MMM, MMM, delicious.<br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEinhhtmG-4J7pdoP-9FtIh3PVfEHcWfsKG-X-NxyfXJEV1hLTYUzaVRJQgWkncVSWPyZ94WkT5rUjfu7In9FO1-uUzfPdvL4rUCspOubzcd68_ghgEoRoRBFV0_sxgQDuaY6WpTCVUKy0Lw/s1600/dinner1.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5459729223816120658" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEinhhtmG-4J7pdoP-9FtIh3PVfEHcWfsKG-X-NxyfXJEV1hLTYUzaVRJQgWkncVSWPyZ94WkT5rUjfu7In9FO1-uUzfPdvL4rUCspOubzcd68_ghgEoRoRBFV0_sxgQDuaY6WpTCVUKy0Lw/s320/dinner1.jpg" border="0" /></a>Jesshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03266456051646665356noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4413243728572599583.post-6854874567231235312009-11-20T12:57:00.004-07:002009-11-20T13:10:18.960-07:00Merry Thanksgivoween<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEijhLe2JuOVxyeLyBzI86-hUuFaDr162l-nrUItjIyom9pC8vRbgk74Xt71CRWYdAwnlFcdjmK3wsxV0lJrpyCL4VhtJN5fLeZRreqR9Cqgtzqq1udIfGfP8yr0IuE1qQmF6csNbsmGgcDQ/s1600/100_1827.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEijhLe2JuOVxyeLyBzI86-hUuFaDr162l-nrUItjIyom9pC8vRbgk74Xt71CRWYdAwnlFcdjmK3wsxV0lJrpyCL4VhtJN5fLeZRreqR9Cqgtzqq1udIfGfP8yr0IuE1qQmF6csNbsmGgcDQ/s320/100_1827.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5406279570227139058" /></a><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEie8Q-rnAmnGAzKeqSNDkxBlsPuPVx6hzJnhCHJq9s9BkJRcvy8YdVr6Lf4CtHjCwyPwlptnX54T-GHxUVIJAw8V9fFmxIjuWLjfJGxq1cOasQtYBcAn4j9VT8TDm8saViKnYKXh8_VT7-L/s1600/100_1835.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEie8Q-rnAmnGAzKeqSNDkxBlsPuPVx6hzJnhCHJq9s9BkJRcvy8YdVr6Lf4CtHjCwyPwlptnX54T-GHxUVIJAw8V9fFmxIjuWLjfJGxq1cOasQtYBcAn4j9VT8TDm8saViKnYKXh8_VT7-L/s320/100_1835.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5406278718735590674" /></a><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiIeg4-qDqymkr-8AMJeKOa6wZkir8-6GaKOMXzEZxewzmQXqmXOM-t6xMbxRuOAvQ7qibXzcejX9eqscEKE28Y6FVSAp1NLpEPyaOjyGg-NGEvnWNNSs4Wf4ByyyY7IvqkXnYPj8j5MnFE/s1600/100_1823.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiIeg4-qDqymkr-8AMJeKOa6wZkir8-6GaKOMXzEZxewzmQXqmXOM-t6xMbxRuOAvQ7qibXzcejX9eqscEKE28Y6FVSAp1NLpEPyaOjyGg-NGEvnWNNSs4Wf4ByyyY7IvqkXnYPj8j5MnFE/s320/100_1823.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5406278703038955778" /></a><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEil5X0MM72WYsz9elh5UIFpDtj6y8L6T3SUDYpwxxhF4kb4b_5Q4BPlijIymGa_qKKbSkw9S3G5gy1-MF6IPtrOh8TRvOg3ouqEh85xtGtG36sfiLIjR4Ni_zDxMclSFVFcsnNox5exnjtI/s1600/100_1838.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEil5X0MM72WYsz9elh5UIFpDtj6y8L6T3SUDYpwxxhF4kb4b_5Q4BPlijIymGa_qKKbSkw9S3G5gy1-MF6IPtrOh8TRvOg3ouqEh85xtGtG36sfiLIjR4Ni_zDxMclSFVFcsnNox5exnjtI/s320/100_1838.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5406278689321345218" /></a><br />Just thought I'd post a few pictures of our halloween costumes. FYI - Sammy was a dinosaur, not a dragon. Also, I couldn't find a picture of Krista, but she makes one hot pirate!Jesshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03266456051646665356noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4413243728572599583.post-52072965156900700122009-11-20T12:41:00.003-07:002009-11-21T17:46:13.364-07:00Who needs an ankle?I have been lazy, I know. It's not that I haven't thought about you all, but I just haven't felt like writing lately. So, in an attempt to reconcile with you all, I just may post a few things today as a symbol of my pentance. Just thought I'd update you all on a little incident involving my ankle. Up until about two months ago, I played basketball every Thursday night with guys in my neighborhood at the local house of worship. It's my one chance to get a little exercise in for the week. <br />My last day of basketball took place two months, two days and fifteen hours ago - give or take a few minutes. Relatively early on in evening, I spotted up for a three. The leather sphere was cusped in my hands. I elevated off the ground as I genlty escorted the ball up my torso, past my head, extended and released it towards the basket. Unfortunately, I never saw if it went in through the hoop - although it's highly unlikely that I missed, since I rarely do. As gravity did what it always does to me when I elevate, I returned to the floor - feet first. What I didn't realize though, was that my defender had encroached upon my person, and his foot was directly under mine own foot as I landed. <br />The next thing I knew I was on the ground. It's hard to describe the feeling I had, but the best words I can think of are excruciating pain and numbness at the same time. I looked down at my foot, and saw that the bottom of my foot was no longer AT the bottom of my foot, but rather the side of my foot. Yes folks, I dislocated my foot. It is the most painful thing I have ever experienced. I didn't know what to do, because I obviously couldn't walk, but I had to do something.<br />Someone there "offered" to put my foot back in place, but I had hesitations initially because I'd heard that you can permanently damage stuff if it is done wrong. I eventually gave in, and as "Dr." Loosli mildly pulled my foot, it slid back into place. <br />It's been over two months now, as I stated earlier, and my foot is still swollen and I can't run on it yet. Anyway, I found a picture (it is amazing how I can find all these pictures on the internet) that shows what a normal foot looks like compared to what my foot looked like when it was dislocated.<br />Enjoy.<br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgbxmds8r3slKG5tWozmgruqpajuSgHbmHyF6z4Pc__XqIG5WYb4-z_uK8N0lEs2WIZ_ikS7nhskWY6zROPOZvz800zGFaLQYFgmBFEY1xdtkbFULzhaaPKmZt-mHrv0-mLalkrAltcr3tX/s1600/foot.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 318px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgbxmds8r3slKG5tWozmgruqpajuSgHbmHyF6z4Pc__XqIG5WYb4-z_uK8N0lEs2WIZ_ikS7nhskWY6zROPOZvz800zGFaLQYFgmBFEY1xdtkbFULzhaaPKmZt-mHrv0-mLalkrAltcr3tX/s320/foot.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5406277158850454706" /></a>Jesshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03266456051646665356noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4413243728572599583.post-46565391442309025862009-09-24T17:38:00.003-06:002009-09-24T17:49:43.941-06:00Is it meant to be or not to be? (pt. 2)<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiG7UJp9B91exXg-KZqvzbjNl-ShsHc3AyFJ0uZS-Jjyt2Lmp0DNNIRAtZOwm3CmAlI11QteF1grT7uTObdpLuSCsKy2jmrxyaXC9JGI4_bVLF1_zpdhDSPiortyoF3qFNMX868TT-pKCZN/s1600-h/Picture+171.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiG7UJp9B91exXg-KZqvzbjNl-ShsHc3AyFJ0uZS-Jjyt2Lmp0DNNIRAtZOwm3CmAlI11QteF1grT7uTObdpLuSCsKy2jmrxyaXC9JGI4_bVLF1_zpdhDSPiortyoF3qFNMX868TT-pKCZN/s320/Picture+171.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5385185002633898818" /></a><br />Back to the original reason I started posting. In a few weeks, I have a business trip scheduled, where I get to go to Denver for a few days. When I realized I was going on a Monday, I thought to myself, "Wouldn't it be great if the Broncos had a Monday night game scheduled for that day?" I knew the odds were slim to none, but I figured I'd better check anyway. I almost jumped out of my seat when I saw that the Broncos actually do have a MNF game the same night I'm in Denver. The key word in the previous sentence is almost - as I was about to jump, I noticed that the game is on the road. Darn!<br />So then I started thinking about how I've never been to a MLB game, either. Well, currently the Rockies are in position to win the Wild Card spot. Round 1 of the NL playoffs ends about a week before I'm in Colorado. Ibig sabihin, if the Rockies hold true to their form, AND get through to the second round, I could be in Denver for a NLCS game (National League Championship Series - for the Laman)! <br />QUESTION: How awesome would that be?<br />ANSWER: Freakin' awesome!<br /><br />p.s. - I know it's layman and not Laman, but growing up, I always thought it was Laman because I'm a naive mormon.Jesshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03266456051646665356noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4413243728572599583.post-74025748991385627212009-09-24T17:29:00.002-06:002009-09-24T17:38:33.072-06:00Is it meant to be or not to be?<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhEXwv9e4yt1Kwc1z9tczYmMTx00zwzspaFehhWF_jUiqjc0C6xY-iJ8OxkC9OYH2ZO9HkZQh3KO-mulDfzb_lzCkOIMWsQlHnM24GnZ1MKZmizTfxQvya63PGC2qQIiMF9K6uj1Vv82dJN/s1600-h/June09+012.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhEXwv9e4yt1Kwc1z9tczYmMTx00zwzspaFehhWF_jUiqjc0C6xY-iJ8OxkC9OYH2ZO9HkZQh3KO-mulDfzb_lzCkOIMWsQlHnM24GnZ1MKZmizTfxQvya63PGC2qQIiMF9K6uj1Vv82dJN/s320/June09+012.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5385182419731588130" /></a><br /><br />Before I get started, let me tell you about a little discovery I happened to discover. Apparently, if you hit “enter” after typing in a title for your new post, it automatically publishes the post, even if you don’t have anything written for your post. <br /><br />Which brings me to a question: What type of person are you? <br /><br />-The type that writes a post, then tries to come up with a clever title to match what you’ve just written?<br /><br />-The type that has an idea about a post, and is instantly inspired with a witty title?<br /><br />-The type that doesn’t care enough to bother evaluating my question?Jesshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03266456051646665356noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4413243728572599583.post-92173932207014827402009-09-18T13:47:00.002-06:002009-09-18T13:47:44.625-06:00CHECK THIS OUT<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgoUVBvyC5_h5AQzeO3xHiOSSpUVnMCJJN5ne44op8BbCGrfUDW4r1vWuVZgPc9k1DjOTVclc3owYReo0U-oflEINB4S3ktexBhrspnfR8aYcZjWjJQ8tZNvBWsZbANEReTk32vrttbvcEv/s1600-h/sketch.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 299px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgoUVBvyC5_h5AQzeO3xHiOSSpUVnMCJJN5ne44op8BbCGrfUDW4r1vWuVZgPc9k1DjOTVclc3owYReo0U-oflEINB4S3ktexBhrspnfR8aYcZjWjJQ8tZNvBWsZbANEReTk32vrttbvcEv/s320/sketch.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5382896494795197266" /></a>Jesshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03266456051646665356noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4413243728572599583.post-76780615834792948602009-07-28T21:33:00.006-06:002009-07-29T08:31:59.909-06:00An Ultimate Catch in Ultimate FrisbeeAbout a year ago, I published a post summarizing a home-run I hit during a company softball tournament. I experienced a crossroads of feelings about that post because I didn't want to come across too cocky, but I was uber impressed that I was actually able to knock one out. Well, I've come to another crossroads of sorts once again today while playing ultimate frisbee.<br /><br />There's a group of people that play frisbee once or twice a week during our lunch break at work. I don't play too often with them because I'd rather play basketball during lunch. Today was an exception. I hadn't played in a while, but the urge hit me like Soda Popinski, so I decided to join them. These guys play quite often and are pretty good, so I feel like the kid who gets picked last when I play with them.<br /><br />I hadn't been playing too well today, but that was all about to change. We were on defense, and the other team was advancing down the field. I was playing up on the offense when they threw it down field. I saw my teammate encroach upon the disc, and knew there was going to be a turnover. I bolted down field, so that I could be in position for a long bomb or hail-mary of sorts. As soon as my teammate (name withheld) picked up the disc, our eyes met and I knew he was going to launch it down towards me. <br /><br />Although it was a little high, it was a beautifully thrown frisbee. I quickly realized that I needed to slow down so that I wouldn't outrun the toss. Unfortunately, the disc's slight floatation enabled the opposing defender to catch up to me and battle for position. The defender was shorter than I, so I thought I should be able to out jump him, even though he was all over me. As the disc approached, I leaped into the air to retrieve it. Unfortunately, at the same time a thought entered my mind, "You'be been playing like crap today, Mr. Jesse, so you'd better not mess this up." <br /><br />A loud groan escaped my lips as the frisbee bounced off the palm of my hand, "Noooo!!!" As I was putting my hands in front of my face displaying my shame, out of the corner of my eye, I noticed that the frisbee was falling down right in front of me.<br /><br />I don't know if it was a stroke of genius, pure instinct, or the divine kinship of athleticism, but I somehow managed to kick the frisbee with my shoe. I didn't kick it very hard, but it was hard enough that it gave me enough time to swoop down and grab it. It was an amazing turn of events. Unfortunately, I wasn't in the end-zone when i caught it, and we ended up turning the frisbee over before we could score. Eventually we ended up losing. But hey, at least I made the catch of the day.<br /><br />Here's a cartoon I "found" that perfectly illustrates my catch. I need to find out who the artist is...<br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEji_s0YTHKKAcX91L25jX8KlEyyUfcPjI-2mmbSXDmaZSHa-JDjovXW8A2zq6C4mUy7JGuj8k9oo0fo1L_ZZbNkuLDEHKcqS6DSLcWrf_wha09IktUC031dAUTet5QTgrmR_1qOP5aQ0g6H/s1600-h/frisbee+catch.bmp"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 177px; height: 480px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEji_s0YTHKKAcX91L25jX8KlEyyUfcPjI-2mmbSXDmaZSHa-JDjovXW8A2zq6C4mUy7JGuj8k9oo0fo1L_ZZbNkuLDEHKcqS6DSLcWrf_wha09IktUC031dAUTet5QTgrmR_1qOP5aQ0g6H/s320/frisbee+catch.bmp" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5363729229874466018" /></a>Jesshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03266456051646665356noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4413243728572599583.post-8215477679650587962009-07-25T16:39:00.009-06:002009-07-26T09:01:47.525-06:00Results ShowSo, it's been a while since I last posted. I'm not sure what the deal is, but I just feel there hasn't been anything post-worthy. Until today, that is. I feel my last post has left most of you, the people, on edge to see what'd happed to the 2-in-1 bird's nest / barbecue. I also have an inkling that you'd like to know how the fence turned out.<br /><br />Some of you may have cheated and already seen the pictures I included with this post. So, before I get any further, I'd like to clarify that no animals were harmed as a result of my birdiecue. Yes, that's right folks, I have dubbed my barbecue a birdiecue. Not sure why, but it just sounded clever I guess.<br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjx_uH-ioXehrG9IBzWq9EUlbErOSjFJogAcSSJ4U4o_NGzMOxNGVXOZysvvVCrK0e0j9fTzfSkmwCvL8ENUgtILNicvSdkSDAAlPV_UY3r7nUeR-pLpRa2QWxG98-i8YxjtSdrdinMHDtO/s1600-h/100_1468.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjx_uH-ioXehrG9IBzWq9EUlbErOSjFJogAcSSJ4U4o_NGzMOxNGVXOZysvvVCrK0e0j9fTzfSkmwCvL8ENUgtILNicvSdkSDAAlPV_UY3r7nUeR-pLpRa2QWxG98-i8YxjtSdrdinMHDtO/s320/100_1468.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5362533014861819970" /></a><br /><br />As for the fence configuration (and by configuration, I mean layout)... Just kidding, I won't get into that again. Anyway, the majority seemed to be in favor of me doing a high fence on top of the retaining wall. I, however, have never been one to follow the crowd, but rather prefer blazing my own trail(s). So, I did the shortened fence over the wall, and I think it looks rather splendid. One thing I did learn from this experience was that I never want to build another fence again - and I'll leave it at that.<br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgGldZIlTM0jHYVnxeHI6KPSHX2snBH1wN813_thPLA6IYdd19-JgkzdTaAG7cSMlu98ZLdS9Mwxxv3lBmbEBrtQeSx7rjhuVcN7R9uXHGUPtvyCEUNLkeVHIGz3kw058F6bWhDelRqB3Jl/s1600-h/100_1445.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgGldZIlTM0jHYVnxeHI6KPSHX2snBH1wN813_thPLA6IYdd19-JgkzdTaAG7cSMlu98ZLdS9Mwxxv3lBmbEBrtQeSx7rjhuVcN7R9uXHGUPtvyCEUNLkeVHIGz3kw058F6bWhDelRqB3Jl/s320/100_1445.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5362533024565425394" /></a><br /><br />Here's a reminder of my sketch I threw together to compare the two options. After seeing the actual photo, I am more motivated than ever to take up graphic design.<br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjiEwoyikm1r2ksfAyQ9zzd8Ki_wOqwhoJJByhaj1MkcSPWIBXkb-_gUCldVU-seyHLEFaDQykqpH_a50s3SiqQGQddN-OFQieqUoUJRuREDUkJNvPRRahjJG0sEjq90dMoSDAXuewS8fHI/s1600-h/fence+options.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 258px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjiEwoyikm1r2ksfAyQ9zzd8Ki_wOqwhoJJByhaj1MkcSPWIBXkb-_gUCldVU-seyHLEFaDQykqpH_a50s3SiqQGQddN-OFQieqUoUJRuREDUkJNvPRRahjJG0sEjq90dMoSDAXuewS8fHI/s320/fence+options.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5362537985778257314" /></a><br /><br />This last picture is for sean so he can have a reminder of how awesome my beard was while it lasted. It's also to show sammy chillin' in the pool.<br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhQv8niV9dmflEKXeXZeO-8rnIGXspJRnpgjfptcYPYLuIxOZYdVpFxEbrM7-CeDEMG18XDGY6BY-19Imel-nUV0RZe0DwfgggPTcau-aoD0SbfthykhYc6eoOO0IEdyUEK_zm6M0axY0QW/s1600-h/jesse+-+sammy+pool.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 239px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhQv8niV9dmflEKXeXZeO-8rnIGXspJRnpgjfptcYPYLuIxOZYdVpFxEbrM7-CeDEMG18XDGY6BY-19Imel-nUV0RZe0DwfgggPTcau-aoD0SbfthykhYc6eoOO0IEdyUEK_zm6M0axY0QW/s320/jesse+-+sammy+pool.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5362536674569100402" /></a><br /><br />Sammy's newest pet, Snaily Snail Sam, would like to thank you for your patronage.Jesshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03266456051646665356noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4413243728572599583.post-30045187683398433142009-06-03T21:58:00.003-06:002009-06-06T20:04:43.180-06:00Animal HouseWhatever you want to call it, our home has turned into some sort of quasi-wildlife refuge / petting zoo / animal habitat. Let's start with the surprise under door #1:<br /><br />From the looks of this picture, it appears that we have a somewhat-weathered but otherwise normal grill. The only thing out of the ordinary could be the dried grassy materials coming out from under the lid. But that very <em>thing</em> is what leads us to examine the situation a little further.<br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjJ38UL0BWvSj-_Sx2-iL3aRrz5rLJh5xVUR9tFt3cNl6ba-lw1cwW_6zdLljX__mQVa3QArHy7d3A6jBjm2Gt6FuQpSdmenvuc9xP-YAMr1ktAkSirt2nfqpV30mRSp00ceF8u8qj6mZf4/s1600-h/100_1280.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjJ38UL0BWvSj-_Sx2-iL3aRrz5rLJh5xVUR9tFt3cNl6ba-lw1cwW_6zdLljX__mQVa3QArHy7d3A6jBjm2Gt6FuQpSdmenvuc9xP-YAMr1ktAkSirt2nfqpV30mRSp00ceF8u8qj6mZf4/s320/100_1280.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5343317986695763554" /></a><em></em><em></em><br /><br />Viola, under the lid is a full-blown bird's nest. As you may guess, we haven't grilled for a while. About a month ago, I noticed the nest, but - in my laziness - did nothing. <br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjO5SZID57KQ9ENwxbyw55eSAyXlxUhuTafS6_KrZkTGtXhKSZo9nE9UA7gsQCmq_QwSUw5CtmUuXyUVsnKc47nmaBK65mmfwyhCPN8QpdyRnUt1bkZiQhhcSMtLWmH_3OaumyaneQdOyI7/s1600-h/100_1281.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjO5SZID57KQ9ENwxbyw55eSAyXlxUhuTafS6_KrZkTGtXhKSZo9nE9UA7gsQCmq_QwSUw5CtmUuXyUVsnKc47nmaBK65mmfwyhCPN8QpdyRnUt1bkZiQhhcSMtLWmH_3OaumyaneQdOyI7/s320/100_1281.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5343317993930563746" /></a><br /><br />My laziness proved to be the demise of my grill. As seen in the photo below, a closer view shows there may be something more to this nest than just a few feathers and dried vegetation. A prize goes to the first person to guess what could possibly be more than meets the eye in this nest.<br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgvmxWuuBD046j_PCsAkhVx_wTVhonGIsnLdOyHTSknP9q2xfOFqURCkqSuX7W5_JR97lHbQ100yB5FIFmL8GY_FO9d-uN0sw6I5J4Drma0GJyTG5mImVszIy1rXKljaiTaC_WovSr19GuQ/s1600-h/100_1283.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgvmxWuuBD046j_PCsAkhVx_wTVhonGIsnLdOyHTSknP9q2xfOFqURCkqSuX7W5_JR97lHbQ100yB5FIFmL8GY_FO9d-uN0sw6I5J4Drma0GJyTG5mImVszIy1rXKljaiTaC_WovSr19GuQ/s320/100_1283.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5343317998508983858" /></a><br /><br />If you guessed five bird eggs, then you are a winner. <br />DISCLAIMER: Prize(s) is/are subject to availability. Correct answer does not guarantee prize.<br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhYbCGlIzWITtrf3nqkhZNlRd3HJsO3-dZwObI8JlJZSKmtHz5MskDZngh6jzFOwTqVDHjumGN-VcIBgEWwv3-PHvDcB_ZSqDC-mqhgWOaDLEOn7_q8798oFs7eyKyv7nx1aIUAxDW27hjb/s1600-h/100_1282.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhYbCGlIzWITtrf3nqkhZNlRd3HJsO3-dZwObI8JlJZSKmtHz5MskDZngh6jzFOwTqVDHjumGN-VcIBgEWwv3-PHvDcB_ZSqDC-mqhgWOaDLEOn7_q8798oFs7eyKyv7nx1aIUAxDW27hjb/s320/100_1282.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5343317999568922226" /></a><br /><br />Next on the agenda is the reptilian enounter. The other day, some neighbor's came over so their daughter could get her haircut. When I answered the door, they told me to check outside by my car (which was parked in the driveway). I looked out and saw what I thought was a toy snake pooping (I mean popping) its head out through the front wheel. Turns out it was real, and ended up hiding in my garage for a couple of hours until I caught it off-guard when I took some garbage out. It was chillin in the stroller when I surprised it. I quickly grabbed some gloves and chased it through the garage before cornering and catching the little rascal.<br /><br />I had an epiphany of sorts at that very moment. For in all my recollection, I don't believe I have ever come across a "wild" snake that wasn't behind glass. My epiphany was that I am scarred of snakes. I thought it was a garter snake (commonly referred as a garden snake), but after further research I believe it is a yellow-bellied racer snake. The racers are known to be fast, agressive, and good climbers -all of which was evidenced by me when I was trying to catch the buggar. They are also known to emit a stinky substance out the anus when captured (also evidenced by me). Luckily I dropped the darned thing when it tried to poop on me, so I didn't get slimed on. Trying to recatch it was even harder. Lucky for me, though, my adrenaline was pumping, and I was able to secure the culprit. Long story short, I shoved the thing in a cooler, drove to nearby canal and let it loose. The pictures are a little obscure because I was trying to do a self-portrait with the snake and myself, but it proved to be a little more difficult than I thought (largely due to my fear of snakes epiphany). <br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhaGk59tIFSfJy_IxAde2X7_ouHW4a4DMK3BDT6oMNaup7V-at8xaZS5PCfTDNQ2u9uUaRQ8OcB9JKnU31qxr33q0q1LjBSqSJYfRP5f72KDtG2f09fY3tckbfksXZJcNC8fu5COQmRb-xn/s1600-h/100_1264.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhaGk59tIFSfJy_IxAde2X7_ouHW4a4DMK3BDT6oMNaup7V-at8xaZS5PCfTDNQ2u9uUaRQ8OcB9JKnU31qxr33q0q1LjBSqSJYfRP5f72KDtG2f09fY3tckbfksXZJcNC8fu5COQmRb-xn/s320/100_1264.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5343326107190845586" /></a><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhzj-ACn3ET2gy4rNeuQx8Dmr9MCQ3S8xwQTiExdOkdbUiPkqJpnGC48AMNyWRL9c6q_9ILbVGhbxp_kWVYhyphenhyphenh2CFSmn7vYYftZHFsVVlXb6m0bH4U-3GUjV0RLieiXsUSJYFKwFXb_ft-p/s1600-h/100_1265.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhzj-ACn3ET2gy4rNeuQx8Dmr9MCQ3S8xwQTiExdOkdbUiPkqJpnGC48AMNyWRL9c6q_9ILbVGhbxp_kWVYhyphenhyphenh2CFSmn7vYYftZHFsVVlXb6m0bH4U-3GUjV0RLieiXsUSJYFKwFXb_ft-p/s320/100_1265.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5343326093425999010" /></a><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgRfjpJme3eVFEBAo2xk9LLeuV-nVXegpmR98agjJcd6HmLx4ne7dYr0qbBBJD-3x46_IWjrvltN0yJx7HlnOkzx1WaSbrBfPw1TQXiHTHXcatjdrGAiBHFvgm7dd5jBEo2-XjQpFp7SvB5/s1600-h/100_1261.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgRfjpJme3eVFEBAo2xk9LLeuV-nVXegpmR98agjJcd6HmLx4ne7dYr0qbBBJD-3x46_IWjrvltN0yJx7HlnOkzx1WaSbrBfPw1TQXiHTHXcatjdrGAiBHFvgm7dd5jBEo2-XjQpFp7SvB5/s320/100_1261.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5343327202513887954" /></a><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgDVtyz8S6jsarOtFXx5A-BbrYB_7PC1RfgvyRDOZhu83_Du79fpXnyQVs72Zwrp1iWqnx-PP4kppv_vU3GHUGI-slYVstWCnaoTZ0grVe_TupTCz0D6rjYndPhB4D158eE2gZoA49Juuvd/s1600-h/100_1260.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgDVtyz8S6jsarOtFXx5A-BbrYB_7PC1RfgvyRDOZhu83_Du79fpXnyQVs72Zwrp1iWqnx-PP4kppv_vU3GHUGI-slYVstWCnaoTZ0grVe_TupTCz0D6rjYndPhB4D158eE2gZoA49Juuvd/s320/100_1260.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5343326090903570770" /></a><br /><br />Snakey Snake would like to thank all those who viewed this post.Jesshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03266456051646665356noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4413243728572599583.post-42725116175227563362009-05-28T13:37:00.006-06:002009-05-28T16:11:57.008-06:00Yote: Vour Opinion MattersFirst off, there's no need to vote on the current song - I already know it's amazing. Make sure you listen to the whole thing, though, it only gets better as it goes. When the vocalist starts a speaking the words instead of singing them, I laugh my head off everytime I listen to it. Then, when you think it can't get anymore bizarre, it does.<br /><br />Now to the subject of this post. We (and by we, I mean I) are in the process of building a fence to finish our yard. This will also allow us to send the kids outside without having to worry about them running off somewhere. I (and by I, I mean we) am faced with a dilema on how to configure the fence around our retaining wall. The photo (and by photo, I mean amazing artwork) below shows the two options we are considering. <br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEicO_4b_YYg6cH8tT6wgDXu09op01SRGft3m2klIap3jZHd8pYWsprm-aUIrBTUMbcQaWJigk0pabqLtcasZMadr-NQUH88OHvefAj0NoodI1P64EvuKjDTmYfG1JD2QeItq4cJ5o4FBna5/s1600-h/fence+options.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 258px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEicO_4b_YYg6cH8tT6wgDXu09op01SRGft3m2klIap3jZHd8pYWsprm-aUIrBTUMbcQaWJigk0pabqLtcasZMadr-NQUH88OHvefAj0NoodI1P64EvuKjDTmYfG1JD2QeItq4cJ5o4FBna5/s320/fence+options.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5340968770185496402" /></a><br /><br />On the left, you'll notice that the fence just goes straight across. Our retaining wall is about 3.642 feet high, so we'd have approximately 2.358 feet of fence above the wall. It's a little short, but I think it would do the job. I do have concerns, though, because our neighbors have a large dog. If it were to climb on their retaining wall, it could easily step over the shortened fence. However, our neighbors are renters, and they could be moving soon. Also, the owner has not done a fence on the other side of his property, so it could be quite a while (if ever) before our neighbors would let an unleashed dog in their backyard.<br /><br />On the right (and by right, I mean the right side of the photo (and by photo, see reference to photo above)), we have a full six feet of fence on top of the retaining wall. In order to avoid a less-than-asethetically-pleasing transition to the lower fence, I am thinking about angling the panels as shown. Our neighbors did the same thing and it turned out nice. The thing is (and by thing, I mean problem) that our neighbors had their fence professionally installed. While I don't like to boast of my abilities (see my post titled "Just Call Me Mr. Simpson" from June, 2008), I think I could do a decent job at replicating my neighbors - it will just be harder than dried snot.<br /><br />Please send me your opinions in the comment section on which would work. I know you will have no trouble at all in envisioning our backyard. <br /><br />Also, I am considering doing some graphic design on the side. I will do free estimates. Contact me anytime for a quote.<br /><br />Finally, I have listened to Don't Stop Believin' five + times since I started writing this post.Jesshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03266456051646665356noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4413243728572599583.post-66152392365400782462009-05-19T10:55:00.002-06:002009-05-19T11:03:00.551-06:00THE NEXT GREAT DEBATE<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiIJNL_SHI24phVgDsZLo8nZCFxtIGs6lJEbfBcqFWDHyivjyPsWh3ftFOwtaG-5-gR-x8cp9TauGORz87XOyIXiXO-jC3j9iZPIbadNSlL_POhTa5whX9QJ99RiQ-QJ4zg_hvjxc3Xj2zL/s1600-h/NBAWWE.bmp"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 265px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiIJNL_SHI24phVgDsZLo8nZCFxtIGs6lJEbfBcqFWDHyivjyPsWh3ftFOwtaG-5-gR-x8cp9TauGORz87XOyIXiXO-jC3j9iZPIbadNSlL_POhTa5whX9QJ99RiQ-QJ4zg_hvjxc3Xj2zL/s320/NBAWWE.bmp" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5337579915193514978" /></a><br /><br />I read about a little issue involving the Denver Thuggets - I mean Nuggets – and the playoff schedule. Apparently, Game 4 of the Lakers-Nuggets series is scheduled for next Monday. Problem is, last August, WWE scheduled an event for the very same night. The “wrestling” match date was re-confirmed as recently as March, and tickets went on sale a month ago.<br /><br />Nugget officials are stating the game will be played as scheduled, but nothing has been resolved as to when and if the WWE event will be rescheduled. Vince McMahon stated that WWE has already sold over 10,000 tickets for the event, and plans on selling out. He added fire to the pot by saying that because the event was scheduled for this time of year, the Nuggets owner didn’t have enough faith that his team would still be playing this late in May. Given the Nuggets's playoff record in recent seasons, plus the fact that The Answer was definately not the answer for team sucess, the outlook on this season wasn't too bright pre-Billups.<br /><br />My thoughts are: the NBA knew the Pepsi Center was being used that night, and scheduled game 4 regardless; so the Nuggets and the NBA should be scrambling to see if a local college (or high school for that matter) court is available (meaning that no other events are scheduled for next Monday) so they can still hold their game that night.<br /><br />Your thoughts?Jesshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03266456051646665356noreply@blogger.com1