Livin it One Day at A Time

As a few of you know ( Oh, who am I kidding, my family plus the three of you who read the blog) I am the second councilor in the the Cheyenne Wyoming Young Single Adult Branch Presidency.

For those of you, who lust after the position, get a hold of me. I’ll recommend you. You’ll have to relocate, but more power to you.

I now have the privilege of attending even more meetings that I was before! Sunday is a long day now. Presidency, Correlation, The Block, and then it’s time to count tithing!

I get to do stuff like interview people (I’m feeling sorry for whomever gets to be my first), I extend callings, I run the show every third month, and I have to try to stay awake on the stand with the rest of the Presidency. It’s harder than it looks. Laugh, mock, like I did not so long ago. I think there’s something wrong with the air up there. Or, I’m just getting old

My only piece of happiness is controlling that podium.

You heard me right. Any chance I have, I’m moving that podium, up down, sideways (OK, maybe not really). Changing the volume. I race the other councilor to the stand *just* so I get the podium controlling seat.

It brings joy to my Heart. It brings Happiness to me. And after all, isn’t what this all is, “Man’s Search for Happiness?”

Oh, the folly of letting a bored Geek near the controls.

Someone upstairs should have known better

After watching the superb Brian Regan at the Comedy Works my date and I were walking to check out the line at the Old Spaghetti Factory. As we walked on, we passed some guys, they were looking pretty Metro. My date looked at me and she started laughing. After a few minutes (maybe seconds) of prodding her, she finally told me.

Her: “Did you see those two guys back there”
Me: “Yes”
Her: “The one in green was checking you out”
Me: “Uh, no way”
Her: *Much more laughter* “Yeah, he was, I watched him do it”
Me: *looked over shoulder, shivered a bit* “Ew”
Her: *More Laughter*

Now remember, we are talking about Colorado, not California. I guess both states are becoming the same anyways.

Now if I could get more girls to act that way towards me

I sit on my bed right now. It’s the eve of my thirtieth year on the planet. My little sister and brother are playing the pinball machines and Xbox (respectively).

I would have never imagined myself here. Not in a million years. This is not how I had my life planned. (In the grand plan of things).

I just want to let everyone in my life. Friends, family, coworkers. Thanks for enriching my life. Now I have to get ready for bed.

Thanks again. You all Rock.

As my day of birth draws nigh, I have been busy.

I’ve been busy at church, busy at work, busy with family and busy trying to find a girl I’d like to date.

Oh, and I’m looking at getting a few more pinball machines.

This info should make sense, I hope.

So Monday I hung out with Michael(little bro) and Matt(little bro’s friend). My parked truck gets hit.

Tuesday, I’m working on Work stuff. I’m working hard. I realize it’s 7:30. As I walk out the door of work, I realized that I had promised a girl in my ward that we could watch Alias at my house at 7. My little brother needed my attention, so I had to go pick him up. It was almost 8 before I made it back to my house. I called her up, got her answering machine and asked her what day we were supposed to meet up (I hadn’t written it down) and when, and if it was that night, I was sorry.

About 9:30 I got a voice mail from her saying “If you want to talk to me, call me back”.

I called her back, and she basically said “Yeah it was tonight”, and then when I offered to do the TV watching Wednesday, she said “I understand that you are busy, we don’t have to do it.”

After talking a bit, she decided to come over Wens night. I then proceeded to move everything I had planned for Wednesday over to Thursday. I had planned on stopping at the Local Pinball operator’s place, make an offer on some manuals, and see if he was going to sell me the three pins I wanted. He agreed to do that Thursday. Along with my other plans. I say this all, only because my life seems very busy right now. VERY BUSY.

So, as I was reading (in my huge amounts of spare time) the insightful blogs of some Female Mormon Bloggers (KellyM, Celibate in the City (JL), Someday Saint (Crystal)
and White Skinned Goddess(Katie)) I realized that they all had the same complaint. Guys that 1) were flaky and 2) were lukewarm with them.

I realized I was being that Guy. I have decided to improve myself.

No matter what happens this girl deserves to be treated with respect and treated well (by me). It doesn’t matter if you are female or male. Friendships are something that will enrich my life for years to come.

When it comes to how busy I am, I just don’t have the time to not treat people with the respect that they deserve. In the Eternal view of time, I can wait. I can wait on the games, I can push work out. Those won’t matter, my relationship with my Savior, my family and my friends are what matters.

End of Story

It’s that magical time.

The time in a Man/Boys life when something special happens.

I think you all know what that is. If you are a girl, and haven’t had a brother/father/cousin/random guy off the street tell you about this magical time, then that’s what I’m here for.

I care for you. That Much. I really do.

There is no real pattern. It can happen once a week, a month, or every other year. When a roomie can’t stand the stench, it’s time to begin.

Taking some of the food out of fridge and admitting defeat.

It takes an inner strength to realize, some of that food just won’t be edible.

Behold, the Bachelor Fridge!

I’m thinking this was a onion.

Notice the nice little layer of liquid (Onion Juice?)

Is that snow on those Strawberries!?!

Well, that time of the year is over, thank goodness. No more feeling all moody. The fridge has been exorcised! Move along!

I’m proud. I didn’t even try to save the containers. I just chucked everything

One of my many hobbies includes working on a host call Mission.net this host is an index/content provider for many RM websites. If you want to find an old Companion, go here. If you want to find out about reunions, go here.

For the last few weeks, this host has been doing Kernel panics. In the Windows world, this is akin to the “Blue Screen of Death”. Every time I’ve seen it happen, I’ve logged in remotely to the server, and rebooted the host.

The error has been ext3/journalling related. This is the filesystem. I have been upgrading packages, upgrading the kernel, all in a attempt to figure out what’s wrong.

Well, on Monday morning, mission.net was down once again. I got onto the console, started the host back up, and forced it to check the disks.

The corruption that had happened, was in a word, bad. Actually, it would be better described as “The horror, the horror.”

It was so hosed, it would not allow me to force the filesystem check. So at home, I was pressing the “y” button, at work, I was pressing the “y” button, and then back home, I was pressing the “y” button (to make it correct the problems). Finally I had enough. I had better things to do.

Enter the work Launch medallion and my little star wars storm trooper Lego man!
You can’t see him, but that little storm trooper is keeping that Enter key held firmly down. (Necessity *is* the mother of jury rigging)
I stared at this screen (which was repeating over and over) until about 11:00, went to bed.

Work called me at 2 am, and after that was done, I went downstairs, checked the laptop, and it was still going.

Luckily, it was done in the morning. And I just had to put everything back together again.

Looks like minus some log files, and some e-mail. Everything is working just fine, and I’m hoping the ext3 kernel panics are a thing of the past.

I bought these boots last year, but I have to say, I just look too Rock to stop. I’ve been wearing them quite a lot lately

See what I mean? How can you not feel Rock?

And ladies, please do not swoon, nor drool on your computer keyboards.

(remember what I said about the little kid that wore the boots all the time, that’s become me. Look at those white apon white legs)

I AM ROCK!