Tuesday, August 22, 2006
If I had a little brown box to put my Jimmy in...
... I'd wrap it up and leave it at the doorsteps of the girl's night.
Megabonus points to any of you folks who remember that song, i mean the real song.
So that little title sums up my last night in Rockford a few days ago. A good time was had by all.
So the other night I had the privlige to dine out with my fellow supervisors from Student Safety Programs. We went to a little joint called Prime Quarter.
Here is my problem with this place. It is a "cook your own steak" joint. What a novel concept. I know many times Ive been sitting at home and thought to myself, "Gee I am too lazy to cook my own food. Let's go out for dinner. Wouldn't it be great to go out to dinner somewhere and be able to cook my own meal?"
I just don't understand. Doesn't that destroy the entire concept of going out to eat? Isn't the point of going out to eat to have someone else cook your food for you? I am not trying to reinstituite slavery or anything. But hey, I am paying for service. And then this place still assigns you a waitress. Who brought us drinks...once! Am I suppossed to tip her?
I don't know, it was a lot of added stress that I had to pay to experience. Well i didn't pay for it, the Department of Public Safety paid for it. I am no cook. What if i burn my face off. I burned ALL of my Texas toast everytime!!
Grrr, oh well. I am back baby! Freshmen move in tomrrow followed by 10 hours on night shift. 7:30a.m. -3a.m.
Ladies and Gentlemen take my advice if you find a big box on your doorstep and you think that Jimmy is in it, do not I repaeat DO NOT kick the box. Chances are that Jimmy is probably in it.
Megabonus points to any of you folks who remember that song, i mean the real song.
So that little title sums up my last night in Rockford a few days ago. A good time was had by all.
So the other night I had the privlige to dine out with my fellow supervisors from Student Safety Programs. We went to a little joint called Prime Quarter.
Here is my problem with this place. It is a "cook your own steak" joint. What a novel concept. I know many times Ive been sitting at home and thought to myself, "Gee I am too lazy to cook my own food. Let's go out for dinner. Wouldn't it be great to go out to dinner somewhere and be able to cook my own meal?"
I just don't understand. Doesn't that destroy the entire concept of going out to eat? Isn't the point of going out to eat to have someone else cook your food for you? I am not trying to reinstituite slavery or anything. But hey, I am paying for service. And then this place still assigns you a waitress. Who brought us drinks...once! Am I suppossed to tip her?
I don't know, it was a lot of added stress that I had to pay to experience. Well i didn't pay for it, the Department of Public Safety paid for it. I am no cook. What if i burn my face off. I burned ALL of my Texas toast everytime!!
Grrr, oh well. I am back baby! Freshmen move in tomrrow followed by 10 hours on night shift. 7:30a.m. -3a.m.
Ladies and Gentlemen take my advice if you find a big box on your doorstep and you think that Jimmy is in it, do not I repaeat DO NOT kick the box. Chances are that Jimmy is probably in it.
Monday, August 07, 2006
"I want to go on Kyrios until I am as old as Tommy and Mike..."
I have recieved several complaints, mostly from myself that this blog has been a tadbit too serious lately. Which is fine because we are all friends here. So I've decided that we need to spice things up with the goal of making people laugh. One of the greatest joys and gifts I have been given in my life are my friends. They are pretty funny. And not all of them have blogs. So what I feel I should do is give all 3 of my readers a chance to better get to know me by doing light UNAUTHORIZED biographies of my friends. So this will be a reoccurring theme of some entries until I get bored or sued. So here we go. Let's start in alphabetical order of course.
Aaron Morey (1927-2005)
Aaron Michael Francis Danger Morey was born the son of a poor immigrant farmer in the southern part of Germany. Aaron was raised by his birth father, Sven Morey. Sven had one joy in his life, and that was his AM/FM raido. So he took those initials into consideration when naming the now infamous Aaron Morey.
Aaron Morey led a realtively normal life until abou the age of 3. By this time, Aaron Morey had already begun to hate Sven. He was very bitter that Sven was not rich enough to purchase Aaron Morey a Mac.
So Aaron Morey being the resourceful child that he was decided he was going to build his own Mac. Utilizing stolen scraps of metal from the airplane factory where he worked. He then decided he would disassemble the AM/FM radio that his father Sven valued so much after which he was named.
Sven returned home late one night from a hard day of selling snow cones at the local amusement park. Not having enough money to afford dinner, he was carrying a small squerrel that he had caught at the park earlier in the month and had saved for a rainy day.
Sven found Aaron Morey with the AM/FM radio scattered accross the room in little tiny pieces. Sven began to become very angry, at this point Aaron Morey was ready to make his own destiny. Having no formal training in Computer engineering Aaron Morey had accidentally built a small light saber. He then used it to vaperize Sven into tiny little pieces. I think he may have in fact turned into a duck.
From there Aaron Morey rose to power in Cuba. He reigned as supreme leader of Cuba for about 4 days before he got bored. By now he was ready to learn more about computers.
Which brings us to the present day. Aaron Morey is now studying to be a Computer God. He will create his own race of computers who will dedicate there hardrives and software to the Service of Aaron Morey's supreme will. Kind of scary.
He is currently working a robot that will defend him from monkeys that try to bite of human fingers.
This was kind of weird, maybe this will just be a new Aaron Morey show!
Ladies and Gentlemen take my advice, when trying to defend your religion of being made fun of by fat ex-magicians, don't encourage him to make fun of the Jews.
Aaron Morey (1927-2005)
Aaron Michael Francis Danger Morey was born the son of a poor immigrant farmer in the southern part of Germany. Aaron was raised by his birth father, Sven Morey. Sven had one joy in his life, and that was his AM/FM raido. So he took those initials into consideration when naming the now infamous Aaron Morey.
Aaron Morey led a realtively normal life until abou the age of 3. By this time, Aaron Morey had already begun to hate Sven. He was very bitter that Sven was not rich enough to purchase Aaron Morey a Mac.
So Aaron Morey being the resourceful child that he was decided he was going to build his own Mac. Utilizing stolen scraps of metal from the airplane factory where he worked. He then decided he would disassemble the AM/FM radio that his father Sven valued so much after which he was named.
Sven returned home late one night from a hard day of selling snow cones at the local amusement park. Not having enough money to afford dinner, he was carrying a small squerrel that he had caught at the park earlier in the month and had saved for a rainy day.
Sven found Aaron Morey with the AM/FM radio scattered accross the room in little tiny pieces. Sven began to become very angry, at this point Aaron Morey was ready to make his own destiny. Having no formal training in Computer engineering Aaron Morey had accidentally built a small light saber. He then used it to vaperize Sven into tiny little pieces. I think he may have in fact turned into a duck.
From there Aaron Morey rose to power in Cuba. He reigned as supreme leader of Cuba for about 4 days before he got bored. By now he was ready to learn more about computers.
Which brings us to the present day. Aaron Morey is now studying to be a Computer God. He will create his own race of computers who will dedicate there hardrives and software to the Service of Aaron Morey's supreme will. Kind of scary.
He is currently working a robot that will defend him from monkeys that try to bite of human fingers.
This was kind of weird, maybe this will just be a new Aaron Morey show!
Ladies and Gentlemen take my advice, when trying to defend your religion of being made fun of by fat ex-magicians, don't encourage him to make fun of the Jews.
I AM BURNING ALIVE...
I apologize but this is going to be along the lines of serious. This will be a little insight into my relationship with a special someone. It's not Aaron Morey (for those that were thinking shame shame and double shame Kristen knows where you live) This is actually, about my faith and relationship with Jesus.
I just got back from spending the weekend feeling like an oldman on Kyrios 28. It seemed like it was a good weekend and a good time was had by all. I was COMPLETELY exhausted today when I woke up despite achieving adequate sleep hours. I guess I just really am getting old.
Anyways I was walking to Gesu from sleeping in my spanish class today. I was reflecting on the Kyrios weekend and the role that Kyrios has had in my life for such a very long time now. I remembered how in the old days Kyrios was sometimes about hanging out with a cute girl or something. But as I've grown up I've realized the weekend is all ABOUT GOD! Don't get me wrong, the girls are still cute, but they are born in the 1990s.
So I was thinking about what it is like to fall in love with someone or have a crush on someone. And I realized that should be the way we think or feel about Jesus. Now as with any of my metaphors, this one is not perfect, but it still worth reflecting upon.
When you are in love or infatuated with someone, what goes on?
It seems like all you can think about is that person.
You rearrange your schedule to try run into them randomly throught your day.
You can't help but get lost in their eyes when you're talking to them.
When you're with them it's as if nothing else in the world really matters.
Everything just feels right.
You love talking to that person but you equally love just being with that person, even if no words are spoken.
You try and think of fun and cute things to do for the person.
You can't help but talk about that person to other people.
We've all had these feelings about somebody at one point in our life. But what if we took these feelings and applied them towards our relationship with Jesus?
What if as we went through are day Jesus was always on our mind? What if we try to encounter Him more and more through Mass or Adoration chapel?
What if when Praying to Jesus all that mattered was that we were with Him?
What if we took more time out to just pray and sometimes when we couldn't find the words we just listen?
You do fun and cute things for other people for Jesus
You talk about Jesus to other people.
I don't know, maybe this is how some of you already feel about Jesus. But I've never been able to say that I am madly in love with Him. I know He is madly in love with us, He died on the cross, so I am not really sure what my point is beyond trying to make Jesus Lord of Our Life!
Ladies and gentlemen take my advice, if you are ever burning alive, eventually you will be laughing so hard that you will need a moment now. Remember these important words for that moment, LA LA LA LA LA LA LA LA LA LA LA LA LA
you are my joy
I just got back from spending the weekend feeling like an oldman on Kyrios 28. It seemed like it was a good weekend and a good time was had by all. I was COMPLETELY exhausted today when I woke up despite achieving adequate sleep hours. I guess I just really am getting old.
Anyways I was walking to Gesu from sleeping in my spanish class today. I was reflecting on the Kyrios weekend and the role that Kyrios has had in my life for such a very long time now. I remembered how in the old days Kyrios was sometimes about hanging out with a cute girl or something. But as I've grown up I've realized the weekend is all ABOUT GOD! Don't get me wrong, the girls are still cute, but they are born in the 1990s.
So I was thinking about what it is like to fall in love with someone or have a crush on someone. And I realized that should be the way we think or feel about Jesus. Now as with any of my metaphors, this one is not perfect, but it still worth reflecting upon.
When you are in love or infatuated with someone, what goes on?
It seems like all you can think about is that person.
You rearrange your schedule to try run into them randomly throught your day.
You can't help but get lost in their eyes when you're talking to them.
When you're with them it's as if nothing else in the world really matters.
Everything just feels right.
You love talking to that person but you equally love just being with that person, even if no words are spoken.
You try and think of fun and cute things to do for the person.
You can't help but talk about that person to other people.
We've all had these feelings about somebody at one point in our life. But what if we took these feelings and applied them towards our relationship with Jesus?
What if as we went through are day Jesus was always on our mind? What if we try to encounter Him more and more through Mass or Adoration chapel?
What if when Praying to Jesus all that mattered was that we were with Him?
What if we took more time out to just pray and sometimes when we couldn't find the words we just listen?
You do fun and cute things for other people for Jesus
You talk about Jesus to other people.
I don't know, maybe this is how some of you already feel about Jesus. But I've never been able to say that I am madly in love with Him. I know He is madly in love with us, He died on the cross, so I am not really sure what my point is beyond trying to make Jesus Lord of Our Life!
Ladies and gentlemen take my advice, if you are ever burning alive, eventually you will be laughing so hard that you will need a moment now. Remember these important words for that moment, LA LA LA LA LA LA LA LA LA LA LA LA LA
you are my joy
Wednesday, August 02, 2006
I think I am out of bait...
Hey Folks
Just a quick update. I was thinking about it, and I think I pulled an "Oprah" this weekend. Or a Lance, whichever you prefer. It's a new saying I am trying to get started, it means making a big deal about telling people something incredibly obvious that they or everyone already knew.
I hope it catches on.
Anyways, the title of this blog, I went to confession today and this was something the priest told me. He asked me if I were out of bait. Hmm, I guess I should really take up fishing.
Anyways here are two pieces of advice since I kind of Jyped all ya'll last time.
Ladies and Gentlmen take my advice, when you come home to find the House T.V naked and spread out accross the floor, don't be surprised that when you come upstairs, Aaron Morey is doing the same thing.
or
Ladies and Gentlemen take my advice, Never under estimate my Jesus. You're telling me there's no hope, I am telling you you're wrong. He WILL be strong.
Please pray for the Kyrios squared weekend this weekend!
Just a quick update. I was thinking about it, and I think I pulled an "Oprah" this weekend. Or a Lance, whichever you prefer. It's a new saying I am trying to get started, it means making a big deal about telling people something incredibly obvious that they or everyone already knew.
I hope it catches on.
Anyways, the title of this blog, I went to confession today and this was something the priest told me. He asked me if I were out of bait. Hmm, I guess I should really take up fishing.
Anyways here are two pieces of advice since I kind of Jyped all ya'll last time.
Ladies and Gentlmen take my advice, when you come home to find the House T.V naked and spread out accross the floor, don't be surprised that when you come upstairs, Aaron Morey is doing the same thing.
or
Ladies and Gentlemen take my advice, Never under estimate my Jesus. You're telling me there's no hope, I am telling you you're wrong. He WILL be strong.
Please pray for the Kyrios squared weekend this weekend!
