February 21, 2006
John Tesh, a new radio show
Okay, it's not brand new, but it's new enough that many reading this(uh...are there many reading this?) probably haven't heard his show. We listen to it every chance we get. I listen to him every night while I'm working, his "intelligence for your life" is fantastic. I grew up listening to Paul Harvey and his "The Rest of the Story" and can remember getting near the radio at 5:30 to hear Mr. Harvey impress us and surprise us with his presentation of a little known(or not) story. Well, the kids heard Paul Harvey a few times when they were younger, but they haven't heard him many times and certainly not in several years. They do listen to John Tesh with me and always ask me to turn the volume up whenever John is talking. One night several weeks ago, John Tesh said something that was particularly impressive and I commented, "Wow...this guy is really something the way he is becoming a household name. Pretty soon he is going to be as well known as Paul Harvey". Stephen pipes in, "Dad, who is Paul Harvey?"
I almost ran off the road from laughing so hard.
February 19, 2006
A great place to live
All right any of you folks that want the opportunity to live around Lafayette, in the country, in a gated community and with a lake(private at that)! There are going to be 2 homes coming up for sale out here in the next few months, possibly 2 more in addition to that with one currently up for sale today. Yes, they may seem overpriced, but how much would you be willing to pay for:
1) No sirens
2) No loud music and loud car stereos
3) Sunrises and sunsets on the lake
4) 2 mile walking/jogging/cycling trail around the lake
5) Rights to fish in 58 acre lake
6) Free boat(we just pass them around, nobody buys boats anymore as there are more boats than there are homes....and they don't have to be registered)
7) Only traffic in is residents and visitors...no drive thrus
8) Accesible only by gate and keypad
9) You know your neighbors and they know you
10) People help each other
11) Your yardguy lives here(that would be me...if you don't do your own yard that is)
12) Kids to play with your kids
13) 20 minutes from South Lafayette(same as if you live IN Lafayette...that's something to think about)
14) Quiet evenings
15) Quiet afternoons
16) Quiet mornings
Okay, I could go on and on...just think about it.
February 12, 2006
Now this is funny
I read this and laughed until I hurt. Friday night I tried to read it to my mother(who was over here visiting) and couldn't make it through it without breaking up in laughter.
I hope ya'll find this as amusing as I did:
Subject: Fw: Men v Women
Here's a prime example of "Men Are From Mars, Women Are From
Venus" offered by an English professor from the University of
The professor told his class one day: "Today we will experiment
with a new form called the tandem story. The process is simple.
Each person will pair off with the person sitting to his or her
immediate right. As homework tonight, one of you will write the
first paragraph of a short story. You will e-mail your partner
that paragraph and send another copy to me. The partner will
read the first paragraph and then add another paragraph to the
story and send it back, also sending another copy to me. The
first person will then add a third paragraph, and so on
Remember to re-read what has been written each time in order to
keep the story coherent. There is to be absolutely NO talking
outside of the e-mails and anything you wish to say must be
written in the e-mail. The story is over when both agree a
conclusion has been reached."
The following was actually turned in by two of his English
Rebecca and Gary.
(first paragraph by Rebecca)
At first, Laurie couldn't decide which kind of tea she wanted.
The chamomile, which used to be her favorite for lazy evenings
at home, now reminded her too much of Carl, who once said, in
happier times, that he liked chamomile. But she felt she must
now, at all costs, keep her mind off Carl. His possessiveness
was suffocating, and if she thought about him too much her
asthma started acting up again. So chamomile was out of the
(second paragraph by Gary)
Meanwhile, Advance Sergeant Carl Harris, leader of the attack
squadron now in orbit over Skylon 4, had more important things
to think about than the neuroses of an air-headed asthmatic
bimbo named Laurie with whom he had spent one sweaty night over
a year ago. "A.S. Harris to Geostation 17," he said into his
transgalactic communicator. "Polar orbit established. No sign
of resistance so far..." But before he could sign off a bluish
particle beam flashed out of nowhere and blasted a hole through
his ship's cargo bay. The jolt from the direct hit sent him
flying out of his seat and across the cockpit.
He bumped his head and died almost immediately, but not before
he felt one last pang of regret for psychically brutalizing the
one woman who had ever had feelings for him. Soon afterwards,
Earth stopped its pointless hostilities towards the peaceful
farmers of Skylon 4. "Congress Passes Law Permanently
Abolishing War and Space Travel," Laurie read in her newspaper
one morning. The news simultaneously excited her and bored her.
She stared out the window, dreaming of her youth, when the days
had passed unhurriedly and carefree, with no newspaper to read,
no television to distract her from her sense of innocent wonder
at all the beautiful things around her. "Why must one lose
one's innocence to become a woman?" she pondered wistfully.
Little did she know, but she had less than 10 seconds to live.
Thousands of miles above the city, the Anu'udrian mothership
launched the first of its lithium fusion missiles. The
dim-witted, wimpy peaceniks who pushed the Unilateral Aerospace
disarmament Treaty through the Congress had left Earth a
defenseless target for the hostile alien empires who were
determined to destroy the human race. Within two hours after
the passage of the treaty, the Anu'udrian ships were on course
for Earth, carrying enough firepower to pulverize the entire
planet. With no one to stop them, they swiftly initiated their
diabolical plan. The lithium fusion missile entered the
atmosphere unimpeded. The President, in his top-secret mobile
submarine headquarters on the ocean floor off the coast of
Guam, felt the inconceivably massive explosion, which vaporized
poor, stupid Laurie.
This is absurd. I refuse to continue this mockery of
literature. My writing partner is a violent, chauvinistic
Yeah? Well, my writing partner is a self-centered tedious
neurotic whose attempts at writing are the literary equivalent
of Valium. "Oh, shall I have chamomile tea? Or shall I have
some other sort of F--KING TEA??? Oh no, what am I to do? I'm
such an air-headed bimbo who reads too many Danielle Steele
F__K YOU - YOU NEANDERTHAL!
Go drink some tea - whore.
A+ - I really liked this one.
February 06, 2006
Creation and Evolution
Something I've always wondered ever since college: Where do you find the layers of fossils like they have in the textbooks? I mean, they wouldn't really expect us to swallow that if it didn't all exist just like it's drawn out would they? The professor I had in one of my science classes didn't know where it was.
Just something I always wondered...