Livin it One Day at A Time

Originally, this was going to be called

“Carnies Carnies everywhere, but not a tooth in sight”

Alas, I don’t have the photos uploaded to the gallery yet, so I can’t give you the photographic goodness of the Carnies that I captured on film.

Those that weren’t to busy running away from my camera.

I think it had something to do with the broken down ride.

Not that I saw any body parts, but I’m just saying. It’s a carnival.

I think we all know what that means.

I’ve acquired some parts to create backups of all my important “Stuff”. The Crash of 05 has taught me something.

I’m an idiot.

It’s also taught me that if I get a few days behind on taking care of stuff (ie clothes) that, well, clothes begin to pile up.

Not in a good way either.

Other than that. I’ve been thinking (A dangerous pastime, I know). I’ve been trying to figure out what attracts me to girls. I’m so at a loss.

Is that why I’m at this age and single? I dunno.

I’ve been talking with a impartial third party, and trying to put into words what is important to me.

Not. That. Easy.

I’m not talking

“Must like walks by the beach, making snow angels, and be into pinball machines”.

Well, maybe the pinball machine thing is important.

Probably not.

I’m talking what qualities that attract me. Like every guy, I have a insta-attraction. Where I look at a girl and go “whooooa”

Then there is the separating the wheat from the chafe, where I decide if there is further potential.

So I’m think and wondering.

I’ll let ya’ll know what I find out.

Oh, and my e-mail computer (I have many computers. A friend of mine calls my computer area NASA Control. ) continues to stay down. It just makes me sad to go work on it.

So I watch me some more “Land of the Lost” to make myself happy.

I’ve also added to my Chick Flick Collection

2432534230 Action/Weird/Bad/Sci-Fi Flicks
4 Chick Flicks
1 Anti-Chick Flick (In Love & War)

I think I’m getting pretty balanced.

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Time for me to get away from the pity party.

Yesterday, I spent some time with my little brother Michael and my brother Brian. Michael is getting ready to go back out on a mission (to North Carolina) on Wens, and he’s down in Cheyenne to hang with his bros. He’s been blogging a bit, you ought to check it out.

We walked around Frontier Days a bit. I took Photos (that will appear on here sometime). I also forced him to watch “Charlie and the Chocolate Factory” as well as “The Island” so that he would have a nice healthy dose of the world before he went out on the mission.

I’m a good big brother, no?

So, I managed to embarrass Brian, and his wife, Crystal.

We were sitting, eating some lunch at a Pizza place, when “Video Killed the Radio Star” started playing.

At the Chorus, me and Michael turned to each other, and in some not too quiet voices sung

“Ohhh ohhh ohhhhh”

Oh, the other two were beet red, and wouldn’t talk to me for a minute. After telling me to quit the singing.

You know, it was then I realized. When I have kids, they are going to be walking a block in front of me, because they don’t want to be around their wierdo dad, who embarrasses them.

I will enjoy every minute of it.

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Well, not really.

But pretty much really.

I’ve lost:
- All my family e-mail
- All the ExGf e-mail
- All the Arcade related e-mail
- Any Sent e-mail
- Any “Secret plans to rule the world” e-mail.
- Any of my company e-mail
- Any mail I didn’t sort
- Any mail after Wens
- All my bad High School Writing
- My program to check my name on web sites to see if I’ve won anything
- Lots of other important stuff.

So I’m bummed. I’m getting a backup solution into place asap. I’ve been drowning my sorrows in Root Brewskis.

I went to help clean the Meeting House. The ladies who were there, laughed and mocked my hair.

You see, my hair, well, I get bed head.

You think you understand. You don’t. My hair takes the shape of anything it gets near. I had a serious fro going.

I felt in my element. I was providing entertainment.

I need to head off to Circuit City to see if it can satisfy my needs.

Oh. I’m also having to deal with Frontier Days, which always makes my summer so much happier.

Oh well, life goes on.

Maybe I have an old old backup somewhere.

Or maybe I’ll just suck it up.

Or maybe I don’t need it anyways, since I have used most of the stuff on that hard drive for years.

I’m sometimes a pack rat.

Ok. All the times a pack rat.

It Runs in the Family.

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So, my post will be short.

If you sent me an e-mail since Wednesday, please send it again. It may be toast. The machine is still busy trying to fix itself.

Not Good.

In the meantime, you can look at my Dad’s Blog and read about how the homestead came close to burning to the ground.

Or you can read him talk about Marriage and my mom leaving a comment. It’s kind of cute really, if you like that kind of stuff.
Also found an interesting article on Single Thought about the differences in the way Women and Men look/hunt for a mate, and why us guys act the way we do.

There’s some truth in those words.

Just to whet your appetites for my return to blog goofiness, if you can tell me who that photo is of, you can be on my Pop Culture Trivial Pursuit Team.

I plan on calling it “I watched way too much TV growing up and now my brain is full of useless facts” Team.

I’m trying to make an acronym for that, but I’m coming up with nothing…

Oh, and one of my blog readers, if you ever read this. I’m still waiting for the Bad 80’s CD. Or at least the track listing…

That’s all I need.

Oh, and this lamp over here.

That’s all I need. The Lamp and the CD.

Oh, and this Dog over here.

That’s all I need.

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Power outage last night.

The computer that stores everything that I’ve ever written won’t boot.

It may be a bit before I’m back.

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In what *must* be labeled a miracle

Or a fluke of nature

But I prefer an Internet miracle

I found the following article.

An article about Wal-Mart and the Singles Scene

And I quote

Singles can head to the Roanoke Wal-Mart tonight for the third of the store’s weekly singles nights, held every Friday evening. Billed as a way singles can meet their match while filling their cart, participating customers select shopping carts adorned with red bows identifying them as singles looking to mingle. The rest is up to them.

Just yesterday the Super Wal-Mart had it’s grand opening.

I mean, this has to be a sign. A sign that I need to wear some overalls.

With a piece of grass hanging between my lips.

And a straw hat.

And that’s not even for the parade.

Next on the Blog: Me going on Jerry Springer with the rest of the freakshows that inhabit Wal-Mart (I originally thought he just recycled them from show to show, but once I went to the Local Wally world, I found that apparently Wal-Mart ships them in when it breaks into new territory.)

I’ll be looking Hot.

Hottie-McHot wearing Overalls.

The Ladies Shall Swoon.

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I am about ready to snap.

I’m not talking about the finger snapping, good time kind of snap either.

It’s the bad type of snap.

In Wyoming we have three seasons. Winter, Road Construction and Cheyenne Frontier Days otherwise known as the Daddy of Them All.

Somewhere in Cowboy legend, this Rodeo is supposed to be the one that started it all. Kind of like, some weird type of evolution.

What does this mean to me? It means I have to put up with loud Cowboy Music at Night, drunk Cowboys, and slow Cowboy drivers. That is what is going to send me over the edge. I was driving to Work, and all the sudden, I had two people in front of me, going 10 miles below the speed limit. I look, sure enough they had 1) out of state license plates, 2) Cowboy Hats on, 3) had grey hair, and 4) were driving trucks.

They are arriving, and I am dreading every one of them.

The only think that makes this even remotely OK is the Free Pancake Breakfast

Free You Say?

Pancakes You Say?

Breakfast You say?

Oh, there’s nothing like mass produced pancakes, tough, grizzly ham, and the same Chugwater H2O band that’s been doing entertainment since I moved here.

Good Times.

Oh, and due to the fact that I have some killer chops (that are trying to join forces to become “Amish Beard!(tm)” (credit to Kelly for the name)) I was volunteered by many of the girls in my branch to be in the parade. See, my branch has to man the handcart during the last parade of “Frontier Days”. In the fine tradition of a singles branch, I’m one of three men who volunteered (or were forced to volunteer), there are like, 12 girls.

We are letting people here know that Polygamy is apparently still popular.

Oh, and I need to know, since I’m going to be in the parade, that means I can now go get myself some overalls, right?

I mean, what man doesn’t look dead sexy in some overalls? I’ve only been able to find them at WalMart (not a good sign), but I figured I’d ask ya’ll what you think.

Should I get the overalls?

Dead Sexy?

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