Archive for December, 2004

31
Dec

Happy New Year 2005

   Posted by: Yoggie    in Errata

Many wishes for you and yours a Happy and Prosperous New Year.

See ya in 2005!


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31
Dec

Late Christmas Friday Five

   Posted by: Yoggie    in Friday Five

Christmas Eve Edition

1. Christmas is celebrated by many people in many different ways. What does Christmas mean to you?
A time to gather round with your family and friends and give thanks and make merry in celebration of life.

2. Have you or do you attend a religious service on Christmas Eve or Christmas? Why?
I used to attend a church service that was on or before Christmas Eve, but I no longer live in that area and none of the religious establishments where we live presently has the right feel.

3. It?s a Wonderful Life, Rudolph, Frosty, Home Alone? What is your favorite holiday film?
I’d have to say “It’s a Wonderful Life“. I don’t see the movie enough to get sick of it. A close runner up is “Silent Night, Deadly Night“.

4. Which is better; the giving, or the getting?
I have always prefer to give, so much so to the point that I can get down right nasty when I receive something.

5. When you were little, what was something you asked Santa for, but now may make you chuckle?
I don’t remember anything that I asked Santa for. We didn’t send Santa a wish list when i was a kid, we just found gifts under the tree and I guess Santa just read our minds.

Do the Friday Five.


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30
Dec

Am I even Southern?

   Posted by: Yoggie    in Errata

Like I like tried to be like white trash but like it just don’t come like natural…..

I AM 18% WHITE TRASH!

18% WHITE TRASH

I, my friend, have class. I am so not white trash. . I am more than likely Democrat, and my place is neat, and there is a good chance I may never drink wine from a box.

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30
Dec

Post Christmas 2004 post

   Posted by: Yoggie    in Errata

I survived. I don’t know how, but I survived. Remind me never to take a whole week off for Christmas again.

It wasn’t too bad. The kids got what they wanted, my wife received an unexpected diamond and sapphire ring from me, and I was given a DVD player and a portable TV. Things went well.

But….

There is always a but….

My son and I manage to both get sick. I don’t know if we both caught the cold at the same time or if I caught it from him, but we both ended up sick and miserable. And to top it all off, our youngest cat who still thinks toes are chew toys manage to claw one of my toes on the bottom where the toe meets the foot. It is a deep gash too, but no blood (I have thick soles). And somehow I manage to pull a muscle in my right leg, which in turn now has my knee imitating Kellogg’s Rice Krispies.

I’ll get back later today and do some catch-up posting.

I hope y’all had a nice Christmas.


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22
Dec

Happy Holidays

   Posted by: Yoggie    in Errata

Let me take this chance to wish y’all a Happy and Safe Holidays. I don’t know when I’ll be able to get online and blog so don’t be worried if you don’t hear from me in the next week.

Until then have a good time.


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So I must have been in a deep hole during the Christmas season of 2000 because I do not remember the song The Christmas Shoes. Which is a good thing because I would have been crying my eyes out every time I heard it. Yes, I’m one of those touchy-feely guys who get all weepy over a song about a poor waif buying shoes for his dying mother… even though the song is entirely predictable.

And thank you oh so much for sending me that wav file. Now my whole family and I will be weeping the entire Christmas. And so you can weep with me, I present….

The Christmas Shoes
by Leonard Ahlstrom and Eddie Carswell
as performed by Newsong

It was almost Christmas time, there I stood in another line
Tryin’ to buy that last gift or two, not really in the Christmas mood
Standing right in front of me was a little boy waiting anxiously
Pacing ’round like little boys do
And in his hands he held a pair of shoes

His clothes were worn and old, he was dirty from head to toe
And when it came his time to pay
I couldn’t believe what I heard him say

Sir, I want to buy these shoes for my Mama, please
It’s Christmas Eve and these shoes are just her size
Could you hurry, sir, Daddy says there’s not much time
You see she’s been sick for quite a while
And I know these shoes would make her smile
And I want her to look beautiful if Mama meets Jesus tonight

He counted pennies for what seemed like years
Then the cashier said, “Son, there’s not enough here”
He searched his pockets frantically
Then he turned and he looked at me
He said Mama made Christmas good at our house
Though most years she just did without
Tell me Sir, what am I going to do,
Somehow I’ve got to buy her these Christmas shoes

So I laid the money down, I just had to help him out
I’ll never forget the look on his face when he said
Mama’s gonna look so great

Sir, I want to buy these shoes for my Mama, please
It’s Christmas Eve and these shoes are just her size
Could you hurry, sir, Daddy says there’s not much time
You see she’s been sick for quite a while
And I know these shoes would make her smile
And I want her to look beautiful if Mama meets Jesus tonight

I knew I’d caught a glimpse of heaven’s love
As he thanked me and ran out
I knew that God had sent that little boy
To remind me just what Christmas is all about

Sir, I want to buy these shoes for my Mama, please
It’s Christmas Eve and these shoes are just her size
Could you hurry, sir, Daddy says there’s not much time
You see she’s been sick for quite a while
And I know these shoes would make her smile
And I want her to look beautiful if Mama meets Jesus tonight.

You can hear it here.


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21
Dec

Tuesday, December 21, cheese doodles

   Posted by: Yoggie    in Errata

Sometimes it is hard to come up with original title for a blog entry, especially when you are as lazy as I am and have no content.

So for the lack of content, I give you instead some quizes…

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Fucking Idiot
You are a Fucking Idiot. You’re all about screwing
people over. Your celebrity icon is Heidi
Fleiss.

What Kind Of Idiot Are You?
brought to you by Quizilla

Ohhh, well she is kinda hot in a prostitute kinda way.

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You’re too sweet! Don’t you have an oppinion at
all? Somethimes, being sweet is totally cool!
But somethimes you have to think about yourself
a little more.

How sweet are you?
brought to you by Quizilla

No! I’m evil I tell you.. eeevvviiiiiilllllllllllllll!

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What kind of superhero will you be?
Name
Age
Favorite Color
How
Superhero Name Lacklusterman
Costume (not gender specific)
Power laser eyes
Number of people you save a day 13
popularity rating – 7%
This Quiz by aingeal311 – Taken 70163 Times.

New – How do you get a guy to like you?

It’s better than freakin’ laser on sharks!

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Louie
b) you are merciful just as is Louie… the vampire
who only was pain and sorrow.

Which type of Anne Rice death are you???
brought to you by Quizilla

I would never make a good vampire… now werewolf maybe.

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HASH(0x88ed4f4)
Your dark side is centered around Fear. There is
too many feelings are burning inside your chest
making your heart beats so hard, you feel fear
crawling under your skin, running with your
blood, possesing your soul. All you want is a
warm shoulder to lean on, a quite voice tells
you everything is going to be ok, so you
finally feel secure, safe and loved like you
always wanted to be. You will find what you
want when your feelings start to see the light.

What is the center of your dark core?
brought to you by Quizilla

That was a disturbing quiz, but I like the picture that goes with the result. Very haunting and gothic.

Listening to “Away From Me” by Evanescence


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20
Dec

Brrrrr! I said Brrrrrr!

   Posted by: Yoggie    in Errata, Weather

What is it with the cold weather lately? I live in the South… we don’t get cold winters except on the rare occasion that Hell freezes over.

22 degrees! Wind chill of 17 degrees!

And it is not February (our coldest month).

And my office is COLD! We don’t keep the heat on during the weekend to conserve energy (and money), but it just ain’t warming up. My tootsies are cold. My hands are cold. Even my uhm…. personals are cold.

And last night I was STUPID enough to run outside in my sleep clothes (I sleep in a t-shirt and shorts) to drip the outside faucets (keep the pipes from freezing) and it was COLD. Yes, I know you can just see me in shorts and a t-shirt running around the house yelling that it is cold (with no shoes on I might add). To make it worse, my son decided to play a trick on me at that time and locked all of the doors. Freezing to death and locked out of the house with little clothes on and no shoes. I stood under the CHA vent when I was let back inside trying to thaw my frozen bones.

And of course the cats had to go outside this morning. No, they didn’t stay out long, but the wind coming through the door as I let them out and in was COLD.

Did I mention it was cold?


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17
Dec

Holiday Fun Friday Five

   Posted by: Yoggie    in Friday Five, Music and Music Reviews, Personal

Christmas is almost upon us and we have a festive Friday Five this week.

1. What is a fond holiday tradition from your childhood?
Decorating the tree. We didn’t have mush in the way of traditions for the holidays.

2. If you could start a new holiday tradition, what would it be?
Go Christmas caroling the night of Christmas.

3. What is your favorite Christmas song and who sings it?
Grandma Got Run Over By A Reindeer by Elmo and Patsy. I know it is evil, but I just like the grandpa bits.

Grandma got run over by a reindeer
Walking home from our house Christmas eve.
You can say there’s no such thing as Santa,
But as for me and Grandpa, we believe.

She’d been drinkin’ too much egg nog,
And we’d begged her not to go.
But she’d left her medication,
So she stumbled out the door into the snow.

When they found her Christmas mornin’,
At the scene of the attack,
There were hoof prints on her forehead,
And incriminatin’ Claus marks on her back.

Grandma got run over by a reindeer,
Walkin’ home from our house Christmas eve.
You can say there’s no such thing as Santa,
But as for me and Grandpa, we believe.

Now were all so proud of Grandpa,
He’s been takin’ this so well.
See him in there watchin’ football,
Drinkin’ beer and playin’ cards with cousin Nell.

It’s not Christmas without Grandma.
All the family’s dressed in black.
And we just can’t help but wonder:
Should we open up her gifts or send them back?
SEND THEM BACK!

Grandma got run over by a reindeer,
Walkin’ home from our house Christmas eve.
You can say there’s no such thing as Santa,
But as for me and Grandpa, we believe.

Now the goose is on the table
And the pudding made of fig. (ahhhhhh)
And a blue and silver candle,
That would just have matched the hair in Grandma’s wig.

I’ve warned all my friends and neighbours.
Better watch out for yourselves.
They should never give a license,
To a man who drives a sleigh and plays with elves.

Sing it Grandpa!

Grandma got run over by a reindeer,
Walkin’ home from our house, Christmas eve.
You can say there’s no such thing as Santa,
But as for me and Grandpa, we believe.

4. Is there a certain event, food, television program, etc. that makes your Christmastime complete?
Yes, going to see the lights and decorations.

5. Does is traditionally snow where you live at Christmastime? If not, do you wish that it did?
No, but it might this year. It has been forecast as a possibility. I would love for it to snow! I can just see the kids having a white Christmas.

Do your Friday Five.


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16
Dec

I wasn’t expecting the Spanish Inquisition

   Posted by: Yoggie    in Errata

Catchy title, isn’t it?

No, I have nothing to say. I am sooooo not having something to say that is is pitiful. If I had something to say, do you think I’d be typing about why I have nothing to say? Don’t you hate it when you have nothing to say?

I take that back. I do have things to say, just nothing of an coherence. I’m always saying something stupid like SPOON! or I fart in your general direction. Or some nonsense like rabble-snuffle-pot on acid water in my pants.

And I have no opinions either. None whatsoever. Nada. Well none that I’d want to give anyway.

So I just sit here and type. I’d rather be sleeping. But if I had everything I wanted I’d be rich, have a harem full of beautiful women, and live forever.

I guess if I won the lottery I’d have at least one of those things, but I guess you have to play first.

You can go home now.


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