Simply

Beautiful.

How Profound...

One of my favorite things about having Gmail is the ability to set up an "iGoogle" homepage. I love the personalization of it.
I have installed on my homepage a few fun gadgets ranging from interesting photos on flickr to a hangman game. One of the most random gadgets I have is a fortune cookie gadget which today revealed this amazingly profound nugget of knowledge...



It truly was all so different...before everything changed...

The Prodigal Son Returns...again...

Six months hiatus;

1. May 11, 2007 - College "Graduation,"
2. July 7-14, 2007 - Built a house in Juarez, Mexico
   
3. August 4, 2007 - Got engaged (and set a date - February 29, 2008)
4. August 4 - 21, 2007 - Fort Collins, Colorado - Philadelphia, Pennsylvania
   
5. August 29, 2007 - Moved to Kalispell, MT
6. September 4 - October 25, 2007 - Student taught for eight weeks in the fifth grade classroom at Trinity Lutheran School
   
7. October 29, 2007 - Started six week experience in sixth grade at Trinity Lutheran School

So, what's new with you?

RIDGWAY, Pa. - It's furry and walks on all fours. Beyond that, about the only thing certain about the critter photographed by a hunter's camera is that some people have gotten the notion it could be a Sasquatch, or bigfoot. Others say it's just a bear with a bad skin infection.
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"It appears to be a primate-like animal. In my opinion, it appears to be a juvenile Sasquatch," said Paul Majeta of the bigfoot group.
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"There is no question it is a bear with a severe case of mange," Feaser told The Bradford Era.

Household Music

I'm back...hopefully for good again. It's been a busy/stressful month (I've been doing a teaching practicum with first graders).
Only two more weeks left before the graduation ceremony, then summer vacation and finally student teaching in the fall.
Anyways, Andrea stumbled upon this tonight and shared it with me and I decided I needed to share it with whoever still finds the time to check this rather neglected blog.

Musica para 6 baterias y 1 apartamento - ZappInternet
If you can't see the video; here.

YIKES!

Wow...
Over two weeks since the last post...
Busy, Busy, Busy!
Just go here...
And don't forget to brush those teeth at least twice a day!!

Pavement Picasso

This guy takes sidewalk chalking to an entirely new level. He carefully plans out his drawings and creates them to look 3D and real when viewed at the right angle. This first video shows the process...



...and this video is good to watch just to see the many different drawings he's done. I wish I thought of this first!

Would you like to supersize that?!

Sometimes I see things that make me think that perhaps I need to explore art in a different way...

Sink the Titanic!

Over the past months, I have truly grown to hate the song "My Heart Will Go On" from the film Titanic. I know that all of the Celine Dion fan's who read this blog (perhaps there is at least one) are throwing their hands up in shame and disgust, but in all honesty I do not think that even you could survive what Concordia students confined to the Student Union endure on an almost daily basis. This is hours and hours of bad piano playing, generally consisting of at least ten times through the afore mentioned ballad.

Click to Enlarge; or view on Flickr.

Best U2 Cover Ever?

One of my new favorite bands is flyleaf - a good friend showed this video the other day and I can't stop watching it. Not usually what I post, but enjoyable in my opinion.

Pride In the Name of Love

If you can't see the video, here.

Sarah Cynthia Sylvia Stout Would Not Take the Garbage Out!

Don't have time to post my own thoughts - here's one of my favorite poems By Shel Silverstein.

Sarah Cynthia Sylvia Stout
Would not take the garbage out!
She'd scour the pots and scrape the pans,
Candy the yams and spice the hams,
And though her daddy would scream and shout,
She simply would not take the garbage out.
And so it piled up to the ceilings:
Coffee grounds, potato peelings,
Brown bananas, rotten peas,
Chunks of sour cottage cheese.
It filled the can, it covered the floor,
It cracked the window and blocked the door
With bacon rinds and chicken bones,
Drippy ends of ice cream cones,
Prune pits, peach pits, orange peel,
Gloppy glumps of cold oatmeal,
Pizza crusts and withered greens,
Soggy beans and tangerines,
Crusts of black burned buttered toast,
Gristly bits of beefy roasts. . .
The garbage rolled on down the hall,
It raised the roof, it broke the wall. . .
Greasy napkins, cookie crumbs,
Globs of gooey bubble gum,
Cellophane from green baloney,
Rubbery blubbery macaroni,
Peanut butter, caked and dry,
Curdled milk and crusts of pie,
Moldy melons, dried-up mustard,
Eggshells mixed with lemon custard,
Cold french fried and rancid meat,
Yellow lumps of Cream of Wheat.
At last the garbage reached so high
That it finally touched the sky.
And all the neighbors moved away,
And none of her friends would come to play.
And finally Sarah Cynthia Stout said,
"OK, I'll take the garbage out!"
But then, of course, it was too late. . .
The garbage reached across the state,
From New York to the Golden Gate.
And there, in the garbage she did hate,
Poor Sarah met an awful fate,
That I cannot now relate
Because the hour is much too late.
But children, remember Sarah Stout
And always take the garbage out!
Shel Silverstein, 1974

Like a Chicken With it's Head Cut Off, Literally.

September 10th, 1945 finds a strapping (but tender) five and a half month old Wyandotte rooster pecking through the dust of Fruita, Colorado. The unsuspecting bird had never looked so delicious as he did that, now famous, day. Clara Olsen was planning on featuring the plump chicken in the evening meal. Husband Lloyd Olsen was sent out, on a very routine mission, to prepare the designated fryer for the pan. Nothing about this task turned out to be routine. Lloyd knew his Mother in Law would be dining with them and would savor the neck. He positioned his ax precisely, estimating just the right tolerances, to leave a generous neck bone. "It was as important to Suck-Up to your Mother in Law in the 40's as it is today." A skillful blow was executed and the chicken staggered around like most freshly terminated poultry.

Then the determined bird shook off the traumatic event and never looked back. Mike (it is unclear when the famous rooster took on the name) returned to his job of being a chicken. He pecked for food and preened his feathers just like the rest of his barnyard buddies.

And so, Mike the headless chicken lived on for another 18 months after that. Scientists concluded that the jugular had not been completely (or properly) severed when Olsen delivered the usually fatal blow, and that a clot had formed to prevent the chicken from bleeding to death. They also discovered that much of his brain stem was still intact, and since the brain stem controls most of a chickens' reflex actions Mike was able to stay in a fairly healthy state.

For more on Mike the Headless Chicken visit his official website, and if you happen to be in (or near) Fruita, Colorado around the third weekend in May be sure to stop by and enjoy "Mike's Festival."

Join us in beautiful Fruita,Colorado and enjoy -

Chicken, A Huge Car Show, Great Music & Entertainment, Chicken Dance Contest, Chicken Recipe Contest, Food and Craft Vendors, More Chicken, the 5k "Run Like a Headless Chicken", Chicken Games, Historic Tours, Eating Contests, Mike's Market and more. Great Family Fun! Attending this fun, family event is a NO BRAINER!

"I'm Crushing Your Head"

Classic Kids in the Hall - The Head Crusher...

Wall Street Gets Crushed.

If you can't see the video, here.

Nightclub Patrons Get Crushed.

If you can't see the video, here.

Five Things I Did Over Break...

...And three things I didn't.

As you should already know, my Spring Break was this week. Yes, I know, it was incredibly early this year. It's been fairly uneventful for me thus far; here are a few things I managed to do...

Number One: I visited the Leinenkugels Brewery in Chippewa Falls, Wisconsin.


Number Two: Watched a lot of Arrested Development.

Number Three: Made a Snow Angel.


Number Four: Did ALL of my Laundry

Number Five: Took a Trip to the Mall of America

And now, here are just a few, three to be exact, things that I didn't do over break.

Number One: I didn't do nearly as much homework as I should have.

Number Two: I didn't eat my weight in pizza...or hamburger...


Burger Picture Via Say No To Crack

And last, but certainly not least...I most definitely DID NOT take a ride in this elevator...

More Spring Break Pictures.

More Spring Break pictures on Flickr.



Unfortunately the snow wasn't quite sticky enough to make a snow man...

Spring Break?

Does this look like Spring Break to you?









Yes, that's right. I am currently on Spring Break and this is what it's like outside. Not only is it snowing a lot outside, the University has declared a "Snow Day." Too bad since I am already on Spring Break I can't truly enjoy the benefits of that Snow Day.

toys

Wow...who is this spoiled little kid?! Look at all the toys he has!




Out of boredom, I figured I'd share my nephew Riley with anyone who reads this...and I thought I'd say that he's spoiled to get a reaction out of his parents when they see this.

How to peel a hard boiled egg

Officially a YouTuber?

By request, I've posted a video on YouTube for the first time ever! Enjoy.


If you can't see the video, here.

More to come? We shall see...

Hockey Fight and a Pirate Toaster

A huge fight from last night's game between the Ottawa Senators and the Buffalo Sabres - even the goalies get involved!


If you can't see the video, here.

Speaking of things that you don't see everyday (two hockey goalies fighting) how about some toast emblazoned with the Skull and Crossbones - a perfect Father's Day gift for the dad who thinks he's a pirate.


Via mental_floss.

World's Oldest Blogger

Olive Riley lives in Australia, was born in 1899 and, at the age of 107, has just become the World's Oldest Blogger.

Olive Riley, a feisty 107-year-old Australian great-great-grandmother with amazingly clear memories of her colorful life, has just become the world's oldest blogger. She is 12 years older than Spain's Maria Amelia, the previous titleholder.

Physically frail but mentally alert, Olive lives in an aged care hostel 50 miles (80 km) north of Sydney. She was born in Broken Hill, a tough mining town in Australia's arid Red Centre 565 miles northwest of Sydney, in 1899.

Sydney was then the capital of the British colony of New South Wales, ruled from London by an aged Queen Victoria. Australia did not exist as a nation until January 1, 1901, when the separate colonies united to form a Federation.

Olive says she was twice married, raised her three children on her own, survived two world wars and the Great Depression of the 1930s, and has worked as a barmaid and accountant.

Here's how her first post, dated February 16th, begins...

Good Morning everyone. My name is Olive Riley. I live in Australia near Sydney. I was born in Broken Hill on Oct. 20th 1899.Broken Hill is a mining town, far away in the centre of Australia. My Friend, Mike, has arranged this blog for me. He is doing the typing and I am telling the stories. He thinks it’s a good idea to tell what’s going on. He already made a film about me a few years back and people liked that, so they might like this blog too, he says. We’ll see.

Now, her blog is not the most exciting piece of online literature, but it is an interesting look at the life of a 107 year old.