tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35307839303203539772024-03-13T05:38:45.885-05:00Brotha J!'s Lazy DaysWelcome to the lounge. It's safe here.
Sit down, kick your feet up, and relax. Stay a while!Jhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05747510289885247446noreply@blogger.comBlogger28125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3530783930320353977.post-47698804770471756232011-09-22T06:44:00.003-05:002011-09-22T06:46:14.928-05:00Wow, I Am Bad At This!I don't know how folks keep up an active blog. Well, I guess FB users kinda to that (me included). But nowadays, FB is not as user friendly and safe to let it all hang out as it used to be. <br /><br /><br />So...here were are again.Jhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05747510289885247446noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3530783930320353977.post-71246778567262044432011-01-20T07:47:00.003-06:002011-01-20T08:00:16.105-06:00It's A Beautiful DayWOW!<br /><br />It's been a while. Better late than never. Who knows? Maybe one day I will actually use this blogspot more regularly. Anywhoo...<br /><br />HAPPY NEW YEAR!!!!<br /><br />This year I am a full-fledged adult! I graduated with honors, Magna Cum Laude. My daughter got to see her daddy walk the stage. Both Jamy and her momma were proud like a muh!<br /><br />I am emplyed with LA Fitness as a "Training Assistant Manager". I had to step down to personal trainer, though, because of current finances. It actually worked out for the best because I didn't realize how much I really miss personal training until I landed this job.<br /><br />I am also substitute teaching. I have my first assignment tommorow morning; 3rd grade in Mrs. Mitchell at Jamy's school. Wish me luck. Shouldn't be too bad since I volunteer as a Watch D.O.G.S. (Dads Of Great Students) pretty often.<br /><br />Well, thanks for keeping my blog Blogspot active. Toodles!Jhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05747510289885247446noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3530783930320353977.post-7461043463654534762010-01-31T12:32:00.003-06:002010-01-31T12:39:53.477-06:00Picture of the Week!O.K.<br /><br /><br />Since Project 365 proved too much to handle for me right now, I am going to try something a little less daunting: Picture of the Week!<br /><br />This one is from the 2010 Rockwall Daddy Daughter Dance.<br /><br /><br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgkc_QNXmxg4J0ny0NiIM4fbaYeoV6HRpGlVWGJu4IRoHBD5fIXmzX1MoAWeZcumFw9Okrd9-cKXLHgHvxJhKd6JUkZN_ekCD6xdOGlowQWJZKFrIyOhHAMK5e1pbPPj7afMDb4rpF_aio/s1600-h/100_0620.JPG"><img style="WIDTH: 150px; HEIGHT: 200px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5432974785300628386" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgkc_QNXmxg4J0ny0NiIM4fbaYeoV6HRpGlVWGJu4IRoHBD5fIXmzX1MoAWeZcumFw9Okrd9-cKXLHgHvxJhKd6JUkZN_ekCD6xdOGlowQWJZKFrIyOhHAMK5e1pbPPj7afMDb4rpF_aio/s200/100_0620.JPG" /></a><br /><br /><span style="font-size:130%;">Daddy's Elegant </span><span style="font-size:130%;">Girl</span>Jhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05747510289885247446noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3530783930320353977.post-88820264693646750992010-01-24T12:26:00.002-06:002010-01-24T12:33:02.927-06:00Project 365: R.I.P.So here I am only a couple of weeks into Project 365, and I am admitting defeat. There is just no way I am going to be able to keep up with that kind of commitment. Plus, it started to feel more like a resonsibility than a fun little projet.<br /><br />But fret not my minions! I am still behind the lens on a regular basis. Just today we were out in the front yard with Jamy. Amy and I snapped off a few of Jamy "fixing" the tree; tool belt loaded.<br /><br />Well, I better skee-daddle. Jamy just asked me to go back outside to toss the frisbee.Jhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05747510289885247446noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3530783930320353977.post-48939916507637540132010-01-21T23:02:00.004-06:002010-01-21T23:05:56.122-06:00Project 365: Pole Position<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgRfwhSpEZWRSfME06UylOI1XU3Q1e3xLB1fiHALQKti2IgUV-IDcOUQAsend5NGFgycGd5UNyP0GgIjTIFaDs-h7lh_KAb7SNSynfgAQ_f_hHMZNgruUO0mnwhsch5AUshDm85czkuCJo/s1600-h/100_0618.JPG"><img style="MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 150px; FLOAT: right; HEIGHT: 200px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5429425599932687042" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgRfwhSpEZWRSfME06UylOI1XU3Q1e3xLB1fiHALQKti2IgUV-IDcOUQAsend5NGFgycGd5UNyP0GgIjTIFaDs-h7lh_KAb7SNSynfgAQ_f_hHMZNgruUO0mnwhsch5AUshDm85czkuCJo/s200/100_0618.JPG" /></a><br /><div>Here we are at the swing park again today. This one is Jamy's fav!</div><br /><div></div><br /><div></div>Jhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05747510289885247446noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3530783930320353977.post-31564257769794271122010-01-20T22:09:00.002-06:002010-01-20T22:12:37.568-06:00Project 365: No ShowSorry!<br />No picture today. I forgot to take my camera to school, again.<br /><br />I did have a great day though. I now have an idea of what my school work load will be like; medium heavy. But since this is my last full semester, I have a feeling the load won't feel the same. I am motivated to gett this thing over with. Plus, I don't want to tarnish my 4.0 at A&M.Jhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05747510289885247446noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3530783930320353977.post-86618521190205912982010-01-20T07:21:00.004-06:002010-01-20T07:53:12.185-06:00Project 365: Two in the Eye<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEifDttsWa609eaboSIUrED2cjVuzzpRpuJNXVEC4TQ_JMUJ3vd3ZP6zllRSM1dd2Ohlz4LFtgVqsQtCrYM1aM5lWYU4GQuwws_1hKmuW_0UFsIqdi93MonNdw1R9ui_IP-0hlU8VPuMuqA/s1600-h/DSC_3964.JPG"><img style="WIDTH: 134px; HEIGHT: 200px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5428813300623788354" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEifDttsWa609eaboSIUrED2cjVuzzpRpuJNXVEC4TQ_JMUJ3vd3ZP6zllRSM1dd2Ohlz4LFtgVqsQtCrYM1aM5lWYU4GQuwws_1hKmuW_0UFsIqdi93MonNdw1R9ui_IP-0hlU8VPuMuqA/s200/DSC_3964.JPG" /></a><br /><div>And so it begins. Yesterday was my first day back at school. Little surprise that I forgot to post the next picture for Project 365. I also forgot to bring my camera to school. I also forgot to bring my MP3 player (2-hour workout with no music). </div>I forgot quite a few things yesterday.<br /><div></div><br /><div></div>Jhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05747510289885247446noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3530783930320353977.post-45728124268957752332010-01-18T22:22:00.002-06:002010-01-18T22:26:48.550-06:00Project 365: Topsy-Turvy<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhJQsp9IDq3SIQ-_vthhqP6-MnHJDYBYJw7PnT8JYXOw46xKXaOH-BgNajqNkrPg_NQBeSF2_LW9Aj0Qzf2ESlWBEOlRgLmYjQbTsXDw3XH4OB4UbaAu7mkj79cPVuk5B-2Hn1K9aaxHF8/s1600-h/Topsy_Turvy.JPG"><img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 150px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5428302012162513234" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhJQsp9IDq3SIQ-_vthhqP6-MnHJDYBYJw7PnT8JYXOw46xKXaOH-BgNajqNkrPg_NQBeSF2_LW9Aj0Qzf2ESlWBEOlRgLmYjQbTsXDw3XH4OB4UbaAu7mkj79cPVuk5B-2Hn1K9aaxHF8/s200/Topsy_Turvy.JPG" /></a><br /><div>Hey All!</div><div>We decided to have some family time at the park. Go Jamy go!</div>Jhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05747510289885247446noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3530783930320353977.post-5352785115675848052010-01-17T23:56:00.002-06:002010-01-18T00:00:27.553-06:00Project 365 (5): Bright-Eyed & Bushy-Tailed<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEirwtZRtMVRWvcrFWXQBV9zvSLdtvpvhgOnZ7xiem2jaDpRWZiLLs3HT1ikIuJb0LBEwebTGPf-fVl7TNeZ3mE6GsmjBAvCKhRS4VmXYQEaLI2wBhnovRiQfpscNpJwSfrEZfJQw9z8Row/s1600-h/Brighteyed+and+Bushytailed.JPG"><img style="WIDTH: 200px; HEIGHT: 134px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5427955518861254850" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEirwtZRtMVRWvcrFWXQBV9zvSLdtvpvhgOnZ7xiem2jaDpRWZiLLs3HT1ikIuJb0LBEwebTGPf-fVl7TNeZ3mE6GsmjBAvCKhRS4VmXYQEaLI2wBhnovRiQfpscNpJwSfrEZfJQw9z8Row/s200/Brighteyed+and+Bushytailed.JPG" /></a><br /><div>I almost gave up on this project just a few pics into it. But this morning, when I was getting dressed, my cat Maynerd made a kinda growling noise. When I turned to look at him, I saw a picture perfect moment. Good kitty!</div><br /><div></div><br /><div></div>Jhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05747510289885247446noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3530783930320353977.post-67590442356733547952010-01-16T13:07:00.004-06:002010-01-16T13:15:18.627-06:00Project 365: Stay On Target<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh64p4q_ktJl_V2hjLIo-DzvDGqng0DUEBYybAnN2_nc0y3Usiwtm9-1JgVzoCyUAaXEb_S-CyUHhyHw02D9oTvCma3fwstrm7kXOzI_v5k7YXHYyed4_iG-XlNbLtZQmdAYdk4EGfBJw4/s1600-h/Stay+On+Target+5.JPG"><img style="MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 200px; FLOAT: right; HEIGHT: 134px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5427417976343605714" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh64p4q_ktJl_V2hjLIo-DzvDGqng0DUEBYybAnN2_nc0y3Usiwtm9-1JgVzoCyUAaXEb_S-CyUHhyHw02D9oTvCma3fwstrm7kXOzI_v5k7YXHYyed4_iG-XlNbLtZQmdAYdk4EGfBJw4/s200/Stay+On+Target+5.JPG" /></a><br /><div><br /><br /><div>I caught dart fever a few years back and I set up a board in my man cave. I usually throw late at night to unwind after the days work, school, or what ever.</div><br /><br /><div></div><br /><br /><div></div></div>Jhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05747510289885247446noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3530783930320353977.post-57284405870207202222010-01-15T08:16:00.004-06:002010-01-16T13:15:00.685-06:00Poject 365: (Plastic) Girls Gone Wild!<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhDiuTB2Yb-kt0W_rC6jj3KKYwIteuvVzOl_63A1yrW-9VekSftv5ahyphenhyphen1J4jxBtg6A-Pcti8FrnVDDnxz9WB1w3eTwmeRG4afOyk8S-kmIkN2NledQn7dqzYVwQ74t-9UiuLVYe4sFhmes/s1600-h/Plastic+Girls+Gone+Wild+edit.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 134px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 200px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5426973099733212978" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhDiuTB2Yb-kt0W_rC6jj3KKYwIteuvVzOl_63A1yrW-9VekSftv5ahyphenhyphen1J4jxBtg6A-Pcti8FrnVDDnxz9WB1w3eTwmeRG4afOyk8S-kmIkN2NledQn7dqzYVwQ74t-9UiuLVYe4sFhmes/s200/Plastic+Girls+Gone+Wild+edit.jpg" /></a><br /><div><div>This just goes to further prove just how much social morality has degraded. Shame on you girls!</div><br /><br /><div></div><br /><br /><div></div></div>Jhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05747510289885247446noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3530783930320353977.post-7993228821326154852010-01-14T17:54:00.003-06:002010-01-14T22:32:19.001-06:00Project 365: Spoon!<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj5ojqA_l4JufZghZSJUUmiGs6VgiVVjzf3YFvvUT4Z7n2IJOEPGRdSEhpB_W55HQMpkPpsFxjepOAKUCxypF5Oj7WiEhZSVpF6MDXLU2yn-Hd0dEnG3XJWPxokON9Z7LGWDxqbTc5NiMM/s1600-h/The+Tick.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 134px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5426749310112892402" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj5ojqA_l4JufZghZSJUUmiGs6VgiVVjzf3YFvvUT4Z7n2IJOEPGRdSEhpB_W55HQMpkPpsFxjepOAKUCxypF5Oj7WiEhZSVpF6MDXLU2yn-Hd0dEnG3XJWPxokON9Z7LGWDxqbTc5NiMM/s200/The+Tick.JPG" /></a><br /><div>I took this one this morning in the garage. I wanted to capture an image that fit my mood today. </div>Jhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05747510289885247446noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3530783930320353977.post-4423697650703910882010-01-13T15:29:00.002-06:002010-01-13T15:42:18.927-06:00Project 365: 1-365<a href="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v312/brothaj55/Happy%20Campsgiving/DSCF5886.jpg"><img style="MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 800px; FLOAT: right; HEIGHT: 600px; CURSOR: hand" border="0" alt="" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v312/brothaj55/Happy%20Campsgiving/DSCF5886.jpg" /></a><br /><div>Hey y'all!</div><br /><div></div><br /><div>I've been encouraged to put my fancy cameras to use. The project is called "Project 365". The plan is to take and post one picture per day. The goal is to become a better photographer. Amongst ourselves we provide feedback. But y'all are welcome to critique my work as well. </div><div></div><br /><div>I came into this project late. So I'm playing a little catch up. Also, I may miss a few days once school starts. However, I'm going to try to remember to bring my trusty pocket digital to school. There are always lots of photo oportunities there.</div><br /><div></div><br /><div>Here's 1-365</div>Jhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05747510289885247446noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3530783930320353977.post-75552788992718543062009-06-14T14:00:00.003-05:002009-06-14T14:07:08.714-05:00Afro Samurai (the game). My review.<a href="http://www.dasgamer.com/wp-content/uploads/2008/05/afro-samurai-lead.jpg"><img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 640px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 360px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://www.dasgamer.com/wp-content/uploads/2008/05/afro-samurai-lead.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div>Thus far, I give Afro Samurai a B-. </div><br /><div></div><div></div><div>The graphics are good, not great. Game play seems kind of easy and repetitive (mind you I’m only in a couple of levels thus far). The actions are also kind of confusing. Pushing the d-pad down gives you an on screen guide (Samuel Jackson) to point you in the right direction. But he’s very quick. Sometimes you don't have a chance to find him before he disappears.</div><br /><div>There are no traditional health bars. There’s a star kind of thing that trails behind you that changes colors as well as some heart beat sound effects that activate when you’re close to dying. You definitely need to read the instructions on this one, they tell you how to restore health and restore your "focus". “Focus” is kind of weird, but kind of cool also. It allows you to concentrate your attention towards one enemy (or direction) as well as perform special offensive maneuvers.</div><div> </div><div><br />Speaking of fighting, you can actually hit two or more characters with the same sword swing. Nice! Not that the fighting in RPG’s should be too complicated, but here it seems a bit too easy. All you need to do is move the stick in the direction of your enemies and push the jelly bean colored buttons like a crazy person! Now, there are fighting “strategy” directions available when you push the back button during game play. But I was able to get the character through all the major moves without even reading it. Carpal tunnels risk is greatly increased with this game. So make sure you put the controller down frequently and massage the wrists. Oh, and no greasy finger foods either, trust me. Otherwise your controller may become a deadly UFO.<br /><br />All-in-all, it’s not bad. It sure as $%^* ain’t worth no $59.99! (Which reminds me that Samuel does a fair amount of cursing in the intro and during gameplay.) Fortunately, I paid much, much less than that. Else my grade for it would be quite a bit lower.</div><br /><div></div><div>I owe it to my pocketbook to put more time into the game. However, only time will tell if I'll be a true fan of the Afro. </div>Jhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05747510289885247446noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3530783930320353977.post-28536332986541255402009-05-05T12:25:00.004-05:002009-05-05T12:57:53.294-05:00Happy Cinco de Quatro?Latest Obama Gaffe, "<a href="http://districtdiaries.blogspot.com/2009/05/happy-cinco-de-quatro.html">Happy Cinco de Quatro</a>"<br /><br />Just another silly slip of the tongue I agree. However, would the media jackals have ever let Bush 42 get away with that? We all know the answer to that question.<br /><br />This president's likeability factor is HUGE! I have to admit, it is genuinely nice not to hear the press badmouthing a sitting American president. On the flip side though, they adore him so much that they let him get away tearing down America, brick by brick..<br /><br />One has to listen to conservative talk radio and scour the internet for stories on what President Obama is doing after the cameras get turned off. Yes it is up to the citizenry to stay informed. But part of how we stay infromed is my responsible news organizations doing their job.<br /><br />Heck! Here in DFW we have been bombarded by stories about what happened at the Dallas Cowboy practice facility. But we hear nothing about the "<a href="http://www.tribalwar.com/forums/archive/t-577610.html">Former Gitmo Detainee Now A Taliban Boss</a>". Obama still wants to close this facility even though these prisoners are about to end up back in the saddle again; but doing much worse things. And mass media says...<br /><br />I pray that the media wakes up soon TO DO THEIR JOB.Jhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05747510289885247446noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3530783930320353977.post-26981852242839436822009-04-08T09:49:00.002-05:002009-04-08T09:54:56.076-05:00Oh What A Day!...Oh What A Day!<br /><br />Yesterday was a serious getting school work done day.<br /><br />Other than drop my daughter off at school, take my wife's car to get her front tires changed, get her car reinspected, then picked my daughter up from school, at 11am, I've got the whole day to properly prepare for tonight's class.<br /><br />Sooooo, I drop Jamy off at 8:00, just in time to hear the bell ring. Then I head straight to Discount Tire. They tell me it's going to be about a 30 minute wait.<br /><br />*15 minutes later I'm out the door.<br /><br />I had to run back by the house to pick up the inspection paperwork, no biggie. The shop is like 2 minutes from the house. But when I get there, the inspection machine is down. No problemo, I'll drop back by after I pick up Jamy.<br /><br />I get home and hit the books till it's time to pick up the little one. Oh yeah, I've got a video copy job for a friend that I'm doing. No big deal, I'm just transferring some gymnastic competition and home movies to DVD. I can multi-task that into homework time easy. :thumb:<br /><br />10:48 rolls around and it's time to skee-daddle to pick up Jamy. I get Jamy, *we do the happy dance, and head to the car. She tells me she's had a big day and wants to have "5 minutes" (Family code for nap time) when we get home. Sure baby, all we have to do is get mommy's car inspected right quick and you can have "5 minutes".<br /><br />Get to the shop and the machine is up and running. The prawlem is we are 4rth in line. 20 minutes per inspection x 4 customers in line = 1 hour & 20 minutes. Like I said before, Jamy was ready for naptime. So I can't check that off of the honey-do list today. We leave, with no inspection. The wife ain't gonna be happy! Oh well. I put my mind towards finishing the stuff I needed to do for tonight's class.<br /><br />The wife comes home around 4:15 and I'm still not done. So, I coax her into helping me with some stuff that I was having trouble with. We're doing that until it's time for me to get ready for class.<br /><br />I had a group teaching lesson assignment to do, so I had to all get pretty. So, I scramble to put together a descent outfit, get my materials together, and get packed up.<br /><br />Done. I emerge from the chamber to get my gear together. Jamy had a playdate scheduled about that time. Jamy's friend's mom and the wife were sitting in the living room talking about girly stuff. I can tell from the lsudden silence and the look on the ladies faces that I had put together a nice ensemble.<br /><br />*Wow! Am I a gorgeous hunk of man or what!<br /><br />I kiss the wife, daughter, cats, snakes, and iguana goodbye...:eek2:, hit the freeway, set the cruise control for 78, and try to relax. Maybe I should put on some music...no...some talk radio...no...some Christian preaching...no...heck! I'm all wound up in knots. I can't relax! Hmmm...why the heck is there a silent "K" in knots?! What's the point of that? Arrgh! Why am I distracted by stupid random thoughts like this? I'm supposed to be mentally preparing for my presentation!<br /><br />As you may have noticed, I'm a little stressed.<br /><br />To top it off, I realize that I had left my journal assignment sitting in the printer tray, AT HOME!<br /><br />*Luckily, my handy-dandy wife was able to email it to me so that I could print it out at the computer lab at school.<br /><br />My drive to school (Rockwall to Commerce) usually takes, at relaxed speed, about 45 minutes...<br /><br />*...30 minutes later I'm in Commerce.<br /><br />I stop at Brookshire’s for my usual munchies, plus a soft sided binder to turn in my teacher portfolio in. Yes, I'm nerdy like that.<br /><br />(Oh, I forgot to mention that I'm studying to be a coach/P.E. teacher. This means I have to study all this teacher stuff; stuff that goes over my head most days. This doubles my stress load don'cha know.)<br /><br />AAAARRRRRGGGGGGHHHHHH!<br /><br />Get to school, meet up with my group, and go over our PowerPoint. “Everybody good? Uh, sure. I guess.” (Sigh) Too late now, class starts in 2 minutes. :shrug:<br /><br />Almost forgot. I need to print out my journal assignment. Sugar Honey Ice Tea! I don't have any credit on my Lion Card. THE COMPUTER LAB DOESN'T ACCEPT CASH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!<br /><br />Ohgawd! I’m gonna get a zero on this assignment because I don’t have 20 cents on my student credit card?<br /><br />*Fortunately, one of my classmates was in the lab and let me bum some credits off of her card.<br /><br />Got my assignment printed, after some minor technical difficulties and head to class. After the usual shuffling around, getting things organized, and idle chit-chat class starts. Our presentation is up first.<br /><br />*We did a fantastic job! 23/25 points possible.<br /><br />Considering the time we actually spent collaborating on the thing our score was nothing short of a miracle. Another group was up after us. Not to brag or nuthin', but they were not even close to as good as we were:trust:. After that, teacher tells us some stuff and things. We turn in some more stuff and things. I needed to talk to her about some stuff and things. It’s now about 10. I grab my stuff and things and start on the 45 minute drive home.<br /><br />I usually take a coffee to the head on the way to class or while sitting in class (to stay awake in class), then I take another one on the way home (so as to not fall asleep on the drive home). By the time I get home I’m still pretty wired from all the coffee. But, I have to get to bed early enough so that I can get the kid off to school.<br /><br />So, I’ve taken to drinking a beer or or two (or four) to wind down. I stop at the gas station for a single serve. Grab my brewski and hit the counter. Then lo and behold what to my eyes see? 50% off six-packs at my feet. SCORE! Let’s see, what on sale here?<br /><br />*6-PACK, FAT TIRE, $4.45!!!<br /><br />I get home, unload, get into my p.j.'s, and let the games begin.<br /><br />Four bottles later, I startle awake, Xbox 360 controller still in hand, Lara Croft has died in some horrible fashion (because her puppeteer had drifted off into La-la land), my wireless head phones sitting so askew on my head that the arm of my glasses was just about ready to take out my good eye. I’d better get to bed, I say outloud. It’s almost 4:30.<br /><br />What a great day I had yesterday, I say to the cats as I pull my feet under the covers.<br /><br />Thank God for the little things (*)Jhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05747510289885247446noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3530783930320353977.post-61683310807735931072009-01-20T08:19:00.006-06:002009-01-25T00:25:14.478-06:00All Hail Obama!<a href="http://whoisbarackobama.name/who-is-barack-obama.jpg"><img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 407px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 516px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://whoisbarackobama.name/who-is-barack-obama.jpg" border="0" /></a> <div><em><span style="font-family:arial;">photo source:</span></em> <a href="http://musicologynyc.blogspot.com/2008_11_01_archive.html">http://musicologynyc.blogspot.com/2008_11_01_archive.html</a></div><div> </div><div><br /> </div><div>This truly is a historic day! We are welcoming the first non-white male to 1600 <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">Pennsylvania</span> Ave. This is no small event. <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1">MLK</span> thought it would take 25 years. He was off by a few years, but he, among others, gave their lives to see this day. <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2">Congratulations</span> my fellow Americans. We are evolving.<br /><br /><em>(Maybe now we can finally put Al <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3">Sharpton</span> and Jesse Jackson to pasture. THAT, would be something to celebrate!)<br /></em><br />However, I am sickened by all of the Obama worship! Sugar-Honey-Ice-Tea people! Obama...is...just...a...dude. I've had it up to here with the school girl fawning by the mass media, not to mention the masses. No man deserves this kind of adulation; especially considering one that has not <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4">accomplished</span> a darn thing.<br /><br /><div>Yes, becoming Mr. President is a great feat. I'll give him that. Otherwise, what has he done? He's the husband of one wife and the father of two children. For that he deserves much respect, but worship...no.<br /><br />Then there's the merchandising. Holy crap, there's a lot of Obama crap out there (and not just the stuff that spewed from his mouth, <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5">pre</span>-election <a href="http://parcom.pronetworks.org/images/smiley-wink.jpg"></a>).This week Target started selling Back Obama trading cards! Seriously, trading cards?</div><div></div><div>Are you <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6">freaking</span> kidding me! Only the Beatles could rival this kind of <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7">hoopla</span>. At least the Beatles could live up to the hype. Yeah, I said it. </div><div></div><div>This country is run by the president, the congress, and the judiciary. It is a trinity. Together, they run the family business. <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8">Obamamaniacs</span> seem to think that the "Golden One" is <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9">going</span> to change everything; Obama will make things right. What they fail to realize is that the president has limited powers.</div><div></div><div>CONGRESS has been responsible for a lot of what has gone wrong for the past few years. A Congress controlled by the Democrats, no less.These are the folks we need to really pay attention to. Even more so, we need to pay attention to whom we elect to city council, mayor, governor, and the like. These are the folks who personally effect our lives.</div><div></div><div>One thing Obama does have <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10">carte</span> <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11">blanche</span> (excuse my French) with is foreign affairs. I pray to the Father, Son, and Holy Ghost that Obama makes wise decisions in this arena. I pray that he makes the right decisions, ones that are right for America. Even ones that further hurt our popularity.</div><div></div><div>I've always said that Barack Obama may turn out to be the best president that America has ever had. Duh! The better he does at his job the better off our <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12">country</span> will be. Therefore, I wish our new <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13">prez</span>, may I call him <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14">prez</span>, all the best.</div><div></div><div>Hail to the new Chief!</div></div>Jhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05747510289885247446noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3530783930320353977.post-57291836760774261032008-12-23T09:33:00.002-06:002008-12-23T09:47:52.730-06:00Christmas Eve, Eve.Hello everybody!<br /><br />I just got on <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">Facebook</span>. WOW! Now this is a sight that I can get with. It's so much better than <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1">myspace</span>, and a lot less confusing.<br /><br />Personally, I think <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2">facebook</span> is geared towards folks like me: NOT a teenager and have an adult life. I only joined last night and have already found my old roll dog, some old high school friends, my cousin-in-law, and...my dad! What? My DAD is on <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3">facebook</span>, dang!<br /><br />I think I'm going to find my <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4">ETEC</span> 424 teacher to tell her to have her classes get on <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5">facebook</span> instead of <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6">myspace</span>.<br /><br />Later for now y'all!<br /><span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7">Brotha</span> J!Jhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05747510289885247446noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3530783930320353977.post-76691997087708991042008-11-11T13:06:00.005-06:002008-11-11T13:42:04.073-06:00<a href="http://www.lifeiscolourful.com/wp-content/uploads/2008/04/us_flag.jpg"><img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 430px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 323px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://www.lifeiscolourful.com/wp-content/uploads/2008/04/us_flag.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div><a href="http://www.lifeiscolourful.com/wp-content/uploads/2008/04/us_flag.jpg"></a><br /><br /><div><br /><div><br /><div>Well here we are. President-elect Barack Obama! The party is over, or has just begun. I'm not sure which. We now have a [half] black president. </div><br /><div></div><br /><div>On the one hand, this is the ultimate in historical moments. It has only been 54 years since desegregation! To see the images of that day versus the images of Obama's victory speech...wow! Now THAT is change I can believe in.</div><br /><div></div><br /><div>On the other hand, if Obama was considered to be white, he would NOT have even made it past the primaries. This is the absolute truth!</div><br /><div></div><br /><div>Mind you, I concede that Barack ran a brilliant campaign; one of the best in U.S. history. He made very few political mistakes. He energized his voters. He made great use of modern technology. But most of all, he exuded confidence like no other. This guy knew he was going to be president. All he did was to bring America on board with the plan.</div><br /><div></div><br /><div>In contrast, John McCain ran a miserable campaign; quite possible THE worst in U.S. history. He made numerous political mistakes. He showed the energy of a sloth. He ignored sound advice. It seemed as though he wasn't really even trying to win.</div><br /><div></div><br /><div>Still, forces outside of Obama's control pushed him to the starting block and cleared a path to the finish line. These forces are the media. Had Obama been just one of the boys (good ole boys that is) he would not have even been a blip on the political screen. His resume is paper thin. He was a Junior Senator when he hit the campaign trail. His political leaning are very far left. He sat in a controversial church for 20 years. The list goes on and on. Had Obama been white he would have been outright rejected by his own party, let alone the American people.</div><br /><div></div><br /><div>For these reasons, I still cannot be happy nor proud to have Barack Hussein Obama as the first [half] black president of the United States of America.</div></div></div></div>Jhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05747510289885247446noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3530783930320353977.post-84385288943917231522008-10-22T16:13:00.004-05:002008-10-22T17:14:57.065-05:00Chapter 6<a href="http://treasuringchrist.com/eTreasure/uploaded_images/alien-749580.jpg"><img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://treasuringchrist.com/eTreasure/uploaded_images/alien-749580.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div>Greetings Earthling! Welcome to WEB 2.0! </div><br /><div></div><br /><div>I compare WEB 2.0 to real life community in this way: we all have a home base, our home. We travel to different destinations outside of home base for various reasons. We buy groceries, shop for clothing and other goodies, seek entertainment, and go to work all within a certain perimeter. We can easily get to and from these points. They are our comfort zones. Anything that happens outside of our comfort zones might as well be happening on Mars.</div><div><span ></span> </div><div> </div><div><span >Case in point: Last year we had planned to book our daughter's birthday at ASI Gymnastics in Rockwall, where we had recently moved. Unfortunately, the Rockwall location burned down shortly before her party. Fortunately, ASI is a franchise and therefore has at least one location in every major city on our area. No problem, we booked the party at ASI in Mesquite. ASI Mesquite is about 20 miles from ASI Rockwall. </span></div><div> </div><div> </div><div><span >We invited a few close friends and, of course, all of her classmates. All-in-all, about 20 kids.<br />Well guess how many of her classmates (all of them Rockwall residents) showed up? One. Yeah that's right, ONE SINGLE SOLITARY ROCKWALL RESIDENT! </span></div><div> </div><div><span >We got "sorry we couln't be there" notes from them and some even still gave presents. For the life of us though, we couldn't figure out why no one came. Then a friend, who had been living here for a while, schooled us on why the turnout was dismal...the party was too far outside of Rockwall!</span></div><div><span style="font-family:courier new;"></span> </div><div><span style="font-family:courier new;"></span></div><div> </div><div>People do not like to travel outside of their zones! They will do it for special occasions or necessary business. But they get stray, do their business then get back to their comfort zones as soon as possible. They even breath easier when they reach their comfort zone boundaries.</div><br /><div></div><br /><div>The Internet is like that. Most of us know how to use the World Wide Web. We check our email, conduct business, go online shopping, and share "stuff", but all within certain zones. We've been taught how dangerous to our financial investment, our computer, traveling outside of known boundaries can be. Therefore, we stay away from the new and unfamiliar.</div><br /><div></div><br /><div>I felt like I had be smacked upside the head with a thick book after reading Chapter 6. Wow! I have more in common with those Rockwall parents than I had realized. I was amazed at what useful tools and websites that are out there. I even learned that Wikipedia wasn't just some weird name that someone had made up for the site. "Wiki"is an actual term! Who knew?</div><div> </div><div> </div><div>This chapter, even though it is dated, as far as techno info is concerned, reminds me of just how diverse and complex the World Wide Web is. There is so much we can do. WEB 2.0 is the Internet of today; new and improved. I thought that I made good use of it. But this reading made me realize that I really don't.</div><br /><div></div><br /><div>I always viewed the Internet as a tool, which it is. However, I thought of it of a tool, like a crescent wrench or a spatula is a tool. Truth be told, is has become a tool, like a car is a tool. It is now an essential part of everyday life. Those that get by without using the Internet in some way are the same as those who get by without a car (or good public transportation). You can do it, but you are at a severe disadvantage. </div>Jhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05747510289885247446noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3530783930320353977.post-57751098507977487102008-10-08T16:55:00.006-05:002008-10-08T17:32:26.563-05:00<div><a href="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v312/brothaj55/Abstract/PLCTan.jpg"></a><br /><br /><div>O.K. this weeks class objectives:</div><br /><br /><div></div><br /><br /><div>1) Table 4.1 - This was easy enough. All of the websites seemed to do the same thing. Some were just more complicated than others.</div><br /><br /><div></div><br /><br /><div>2) Use your new search skills to find 10 educational websites- Don't tell anyone, but I am already good at this. So I completed this one, while watching tv. SSSHHHHH!</div><br /><br /><div></div><br /><br /><div>3) Website Evaluation- This one I had to pay attention. I only did a visual evaluation, and then not for all of them. I had already had experience with quite a few of the websites and already could vouch for their authenticity. </div><br /><br /><div>I hope I didn't misunderstand the assignment. If so, I hope our wonderful professor let's me have a Mulligan.</div><br /><br /><div></div><br /><br /><div>4) The Delicious Stuff!- This was a new experience for me. Ususally if I need to save a website for later, I just email it to myself. Seems to work for me just fine. So I was hesitant to register with Delicious. I don't know that I'll ever use it unless it is for this class.</div><br /><br /><div></div><br /><br /><div>5) Blog about today’s activities- I actually like blogging! I think once I can hammer out a regular time, I would like to blog once a week. This is a great way to stay in touch and/or up to date with all of your friends and aquaintances.</div><br /><br /><div></div><br /><br /><div>Peace, Love, & Chicken!</div><a href="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v312/brothaj55/Abstract/PLCTan.jpg"></a><br /><div><a href="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v312/brothaj55/Abstract/PLCTan.jpg"></a><a href="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v312/brothaj55/Abstract/PLCTan.jpg"><img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v312/brothaj55/Abstract/PLCTan.jpg" border="0" /></a><a href="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v312/brothaj55/Abstract/PLCTan.jpg"></a></div></div>Jhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05747510289885247446noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3530783930320353977.post-31664635634993019452008-09-24T16:18:00.002-05:002008-09-24T16:32:57.600-05:00I'm Feeling Much Better Now...<div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjoHtZAGzKVt4qJgL7dgAdhwyvmOHt6p6LilOla50xToozgxMlGmnRCu10vVfovyeKE8zHRBJq8i2wQFzH3k-Ekq0E-gBO1M0gYKGqkEuZWaKs6XKmrBmJRtEPxUkgn6_lzts23Tf4Oewk/s1600-h/Jamys+Bithday+Face+age+4.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5249700804876691698" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjoHtZAGzKVt4qJgL7dgAdhwyvmOHt6p6LilOla50xToozgxMlGmnRCu10vVfovyeKE8zHRBJq8i2wQFzH3k-Ekq0E-gBO1M0gYKGqkEuZWaKs6XKmrBmJRtEPxUkgn6_lzts23Tf4Oewk/s200/Jamys+Bithday+Face+age+4.JPG" border="0" /></a> O.K.</div><br /><div>So I was a little bit stressed this time last week. I'm nuch better now. I dropped my Psych class. Not very happy about it, they're not buying my books back. GRRR! So, I guess I'm stuck with $200 worth of books and software. YEAH!</div><br /><div></div><br /><div>Oh well. It's only money, right. My stress levels were <em>beyond</em> critical. I'll take losing a few bucks over high blood pressure any day. All is good now.</div><br /><div></div><br /><div>BTW, OMG! Have you heard the shocking news?! </div><br /><div>Turns out the ultimate ladies man, Clay Aiken, is gay! </div><div>Wow, I bet <strong>NOBODY</strong> saw that one coming. <div><a href="http://photo.sing365.com/music/picture.nsf/84f9beb895aa557548256c71000b73aa/c44a9c985de51be848256dc00007f38d/$FILE/Clay%20Aiken.jpg"><img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 135px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 160px" height="180" alt="" src="http://photo.sing365.com/music/picture.nsf/84f9beb895aa557548256c71000b73aa/c44a9c985de51be848256dc00007f38d/$FILE/Clay%20Aiken.jpg" border="0" /></a></div></div><div><a href="http://photo.sing365.com/music/picture.nsf/84f9beb895aa557548256c71000b73aa/c44a9c985de51be848256dc00007f38d/$FILE/Clay%20Aiken.jpg"></a> </div><div><br /></div><div><a href="http://photo.sing365.com/music/picture.nsf/84f9beb895aa557548256c71000b73aa/c44a9c985de51be848256dc00007f38d/$FILE/Clay%20Aiken.jpg"></a> </div><br /><div><a href="http://photo.sing365.com/music/picture.nsf/84f9beb895aa557548256c71000b73aa/c44a9c985de51be848256dc00007f38d/$FILE/Clay%20Aiken.jpg"></a> </div>Jhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05747510289885247446noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3530783930320353977.post-60245446379262533462008-09-17T23:46:00.001-05:002008-09-18T12:02:02.843-05:00Week 4 ActivitiesI found this week to be especially difficult for me. This is my first Education class. A lot of this stuff goes way over my head. I had to drop another class so I could try to keep up a little better.<br /><br />To make matters worse, my field (Physical Education) is not taught like the 3 R's. So finding articles and lesson plans and all that jazz has proven to be a task to say the least.<br /><br />I'm not very optimistic about my grade for this class.Jhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05747510289885247446noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3530783930320353977.post-84045801648364716712008-09-10T18:56:00.008-05:002009-01-05T00:09:06.751-06:00<a href="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v312/brothaj55/Abstract/June6_2005MMM.jpg"><img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 290px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 380px" alt="" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v312/brothaj55/Abstract/June6_2005MMM.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><p align="left"><a href="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v312/brothaj55/Abstract/June6_2005MMM.jpg"></a></p><br /><div><br /></div><br /><div><br /><br /><div><a href="http://www.utilitarianism.com/happy-pig.jpg"></a><br /><br /><br /><div align="left"><span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;">I really don't see what all the fuss is about.</span></div><br /><div align="left"><span style="font-family:Courier New;font-size:130%;"></span></div><div align="left"><span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;"></span></div><div align="left"><span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;">You <em><strong>CAN</strong></em> put lipstick on a pig.</span></div><div align="left"><span style="font-family:courier new;"><span style="font-size:130%;">And, if I do say so myself, it will look fabulous!</span><br /></span><br /><br /></div><br /><br /><div><a href="http://www.utilitarianism.com/happy-pig.jpg"></a></div></div></div>Jhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05747510289885247446noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3530783930320353977.post-81902243884929477292008-09-09T14:12:00.002-05:002008-09-09T14:14:16.325-05:00Rainy, Sleepy, TuesdayHey all!<br /><br />It's been raining off and on all day today.<br /><br />Fantastic! We need the rain. Plus it makes for nice napping. YAWN...Jhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05747510289885247446noreply@blogger.com0