Ever and Neverlasting...

So it seems that the emergence of Facebook has taken control of my social time on the computer. It seems like a college/high school site, i know, but it's easier than blogger. Sorry for those of you who enjoyed my pointless ramblings. They were few and far between and I think that as time goes on they will become fewer and farther between. I'm not giving up though.. I'm still "waiting for inspiration"...

House is not done yet...

February 1?

Farewell Old Friend...

When I was just ten years old, he was the pick of the litter. He was the biggest one and the most active. He was a fighter. That was proven by how long he lived. Sixteen years.

Today we laid to rest my first and only childhood pet, OPE. Otis (my favorite mountain in Colorado at the time) Patrick (we got him on St. Patrick's Day) England was a good dog. Through years of Michigan winters and the neglect of a busy family, he stuck around-- always waiting for just a pat on the head... He would follow us around when we mowed the lawn, He would sit by us when we sat by the pool. He would even join us on the trampoline. He knew one trick. He could give a high five... and he still did it for me last week.

This may seem like a comical post if you had met OPE. We all knew this day was coming soon. He was sooo old. But as detatched I thought I was from him, today was surprisingly extremely sad. I really don't remember life without him.

So goodbye my good friend, man's "best friend"... A little pain for me is worth the relief of yours. Rest in peace.

Lost and Found

So blogger doesn't have one of those little reminders for usernames. Only passwords. But alas, I have finally figured it out. Turns out my Student ID number was it once again. I know those 7 digits better than my own phone number.

But yeah, I forgot my username and couldn't update for months. Actually that only accounts for about six minutes of this three month span. Give me a couple more months and I will consider updating more frequently. I'm busy with work, coaching, and home improvement from 7:30am-9 or 10pm every night. No my house isn't livable yet. Yes it has taken forever. The place was a hole. I may have taken 10 years off my life but it will be nice when I'm done.

Yep. I'm done already. Maybe I'll give a holiday greeting. Could be a few holidays though.

Bye.

Go Tigers.

Fire, Water, Burn?

My posting frequency seems to be on an exponential decline, for which I apologize. For those who are curious, the house is going slow but well. Pictures to be posted when completion is near. Yeah, I created a ridiuclous amount of work for myself, so I will probably end up posting a few more times before it is complete. Yes, even at this rate.

It was a 7-day weekend fun in the sun. I guess at some point it stops being a weekend. Anyway - Jenny and I left last Thursday for Mark and Allison's wedding in Akron, had good times with good people (you know who you are), then we drove back Saturday after Bob Evans. We drove right to the hospital to see my first nephew, Luke. He was a big baby. Then we both went home for a refreshing ten minutes to pack up our things to go camping with some friends (you also know who you are) an hour and a half north. After a humid, mosquito-filled night in the tent, we looked for the restaurant we have been waiting a whole year to go to - the Bitchen Kitchen. Turns out it was a shop, not an actual kitchen. It's a good thing Pentwater, MI had more to offer than meets the eye. I'm a Holland pier-jumper. Swimming amongst the boats in the channel is a big "no-no." You get to pay money when you get caught in Holland. But Pentwater is the place dreams are made of. Swimming to the other pier is encouraged. As I was crossing my proverbial Red Sea, boats all around, the danger that encompassed me was a mere afterthought. How glorious it was. Then I got sunburned. After a day of rest, I was back in the game. This independence day found me in the same place as my ancestors - on a boat. While I was not crossing the ocean, I was in search of freedom. A fleet of five undersized inflatable rafts dropped in the Black River, looking for the great Lake Macatawa. It was no Potomac, for the Black River is stagnant and putrid. It changes direction with the wind. Through our journey we found two brdiges to jump off of, along with some very tired arms. Well worth the journey. I got sunburned again.

I did not intend to tell you about my weekend. It was merely a precursor to another theory I have. I was recently in the shower fighting off the hot water because of my sunburn. Then I stopped and asked myself... "Does this actually hurt?" Answer: I don't think so. Next time you stand under hot water after over-exposure - bite your lip until you feel a strange, cool sensation. Scream if you have to. But it's all in your head.

Ten by ten...

I live.

Many of you have expressed concerns that I truly did not make it through the trauma of the worst day of the year. Clearly I have conquered my inner self and I make my return as a frequent blogger. Yeah, that's not true either. Due to my recent sub-6-figure purchase and the work that will go along with it, my free time will be unavailable for blogging purposes. Then, once I occupy my purchase I fear I will not be able to afford the luxuries I now enjoy. We all knew this blog thing wouldn't work anyway.

And now I'm sick of typing already so I'm going to take a walk with my girlfirend. It's actually above 50 degrees. Wow.

Look for an update in another 10 weeks. I love you all.

Go Pistons.

A cause for celebration...

Evidently, yesterday was the worst day of the year. Some British psychologist has proven that January 24 is the worst day of the year. It was definitely the worst day of my year so far, so I'm going to go ahead and support this. For other people I know, it's not been so great either... My co-worker's wife and 5 month old daughter were hit by a drunk driver yesterday (they are ok, but still...) and a good friend's brother died last year on that day.

I guess there are 7 variables used in some ridiculous equation. Here is a link...http://www.msnbc.msn.com/id/6847012/

So, cheers. The worst is over.

Twisted Equilibrium...

Wow, it's been 2,007 years since we decided to start having years Anno Domini (I counted zero, stupid)... I am glad I have only roamed the earth 1.26% of that time. Anyway...

So I have a theory. I believe the seasons are slowly shifting before our eyes. It is a little known fact that our years are all actually 365 1/4 days. How do we have 1/4 days? Not sure. But that's why we have leap year every four years. This is an attempt to keep the seasons reasonably on track. However... the years are not 365.25 days. They are 365.2425 days, according to the Gregorian Calendar. What does this mean? We are 11 minutes off every year. The calendar has tried to account for this error. Every year that is divisble by 100, but not 400, is NOT a leap year. So 1800, 1900, 2100, 2200, and 2300 are not leap years. But 2000 and 2400 ARE leap years.

My theory? Whoever figured this out got really annoyed because they couldn't account for the few seconds of error left over... so they just called it good. We're going to be really messed up in a few million years. We are going to have to switch sides of the world with the Aussies and all those other people down there to make our seasons right..