I was tagged (again) by Lass (so blame her). At least it's easy and non-time-consuming...
The Rules:
1. Go into your archive.
2. Find your 23rd post.
3. Find the fifth sentence (or closest to).
4. Post the text of the sentence in your blog along with these instructions.
5. Tag five other people to do the same.
My 23rd post was entitled Foooooooooood! Apparently, someone was going to cook for me.
The fifth sentence of said entry was as follows: "As for the way to a woman's heart, well, obviously, I have no idea."
I'm such a jokester sometimes. Wow, my blog was really bad then. At least this particular entry. Hmm, I'll have to tag five of you lucky, lucky readers:
1. Carnealian
2. Lindsy
3. Dea
4. Kerry
5. Xinh
(Yes, I have to number them so that I can keep track. And yes, the more you play, the more I'll tag you.)
Enjoy! Don't forget, the Killers are on Leno tonight.
"Now they're going to bed, and my stomach is sick. And it's all in my head, but she's touching his chest now. Hee takes off her dress now. Let me go..."
Monday, October 10, 2005
Saturday, October 08, 2005
Episode Six
OK, another edition of the JK Show is up.
(Click here to listen)
Two in-studio guests this week, one newbie and one returning from last week. Yes ladies, the Playboy is back. As always, appreciate your feedback and comments. What better way to spend twenty minutes of your life?... OK, don't answer that ;-)
"And I'm sorry but it's not a mistake. And I'm runnin' but you're getting away..."
(Click here to listen)
Two in-studio guests this week, one newbie and one returning from last week. Yes ladies, the Playboy is back. As always, appreciate your feedback and comments. What better way to spend twenty minutes of your life?... OK, don't answer that ;-)
"And I'm sorry but it's not a mistake. And I'm runnin' but you're getting away..."
Thursday, October 06, 2005
Not for the weak...
OK, due to the fact that I have received nearly a hundred searches for the picture of Prothro's injury this week, I thought I would post it. However, due to the graphic nature, I did it so you will only see the pic if you click on the "view" button.
This was our star receiver Tyrone Prothro (not Tommy Prothro, as one search had it), breaking his leg in the 4th quarter of Saturday's game:
So... yeah. Warned ya.
[+/-]view/done
This was our star receiver Tyrone Prothro (not Tommy Prothro, as one search had it), breaking his leg in the 4th quarter of Saturday's game:
So... yeah. Warned ya.
[+/-]view/done
Email forward #837
Has it really come down to this? Blogging email jokes? Sad. Pathetic, really. Well, at least I'm not cluttering up your email inbox with this. Except for a handful of you, who so foolishly gave me your email addresses ;-) (K, we should have tried the zoo one a few years ago at the Atlanta Zoo, rather than trying to pick up the two hotties with the line, "So did you enjoy the Giant Pandas?")
How to maintain a healthy level of (in)sanity:
At lunch time, sit in your parked car with sunglasses on and point a hair dryer
at passing cars. See if they slow down.
Page yourself over the intercom. Don't disguise your voice.
Everytime someone asks you to do something, ask if they want fries with that.
Put your garbage can on your desk and label it "In."
In the memo field of all your checks, write "for smuggling diamonds."
Finish all your sentences with, "In accordance with the prophecy."
dont use any punctuation
or capitalization
As often as possible, skip rather than walk.
Order a diet water with a serious face whenever you go out to eat.
Specify that your drive-thru order is "to go."
Sing along at the opera.
Go to a poetry recital and ask why the poems don't rhyme.
Put mosquito netting around your work area and play tropical sounds all day.
Have your co-workers address you by your wrestling name, Rock Bottom.
When the money comes out of the ATM, scream, "I won! I won!"
When leaving the zoo, starting running towards the parking lot, yelling "Run
for your lives!! They're loose!!"
Tell your children over dinner, "Due to the poor economy, we're going to have
to let one of you go."
"And now you crossed that line, you can't come back. Tell me how does it feel now. It's too late, too much to forget about. Can't stop now. Tell me how does it feel..."
How to maintain a healthy level of (in)sanity:
At lunch time, sit in your parked car with sunglasses on and point a hair dryer
at passing cars. See if they slow down.
Page yourself over the intercom. Don't disguise your voice.
Everytime someone asks you to do something, ask if they want fries with that.
Put your garbage can on your desk and label it "In."
In the memo field of all your checks, write "for smuggling diamonds."
Finish all your sentences with, "In accordance with the prophecy."
dont use any punctuation
or capitalization
As often as possible, skip rather than walk.
Order a diet water with a serious face whenever you go out to eat.
Specify that your drive-thru order is "to go."
Sing along at the opera.
Go to a poetry recital and ask why the poems don't rhyme.
Put mosquito netting around your work area and play tropical sounds all day.
Have your co-workers address you by your wrestling name, Rock Bottom.
When the money comes out of the ATM, scream, "I won! I won!"
When leaving the zoo, starting running towards the parking lot, yelling "Run
for your lives!! They're loose!!"
Tell your children over dinner, "Due to the poor economy, we're going to have
to let one of you go."
"And now you crossed that line, you can't come back. Tell me how does it feel now. It's too late, too much to forget about. Can't stop now. Tell me how does it feel..."
Tuesday, October 04, 2005
Little Mary Phagan
Little Mary Phagan, she went to town one day
She went to the pencil factory, she went to get her pay
She left her home at eleven, she kissed her mother goodbye
Not one time did the poor child think that she was goin' to die...
Have you ever heard of this song? (complete lyrics here)
Well, my Mom and grandma used to sing that song to me when I was little. And each time they'd sing it, I'd always hope that this time, Mary would get away and make it home. I actually never knew the whole story until I was older. I guess maybe it's one of those southern things, but it's still interesting to read, to me anyway.
What brought that up is that it was mentioned last night at dinner. We went to O'Charley's for Mom's birthday. (Yes, I know, they had screwed me twice and I hadn't been there in nearly two years, but that's where she wanted to go. It actually turned out to be decent.) I decided to surprise Mom by inviting some of her siblings to dinner with us. So it ended up being Mom, my sister and her husband, two of Mom's sisters, one of Mom's brothers, his wife, their two kids, and me. So ten of us in all.
Almost anytime any of my Mom's family is together, talk will eventually turn to things from their past, from my past. Much of it is repetitive, but I still love to remember it, and to hear them tell it. And occasionally, someone will mention something that I hadn't heard before, and I learn something new, about my family, my heritage. I don't get to see my aunts and uncles and cousins as much as I did when I was a kid. I guess everyone gets busier, and life gets in the way sometimes. But I have learned to cherish those times more now. I was looking at my aunt last night. When I was little, I always thought she was one of the prettiest women in the world. She's 53 now. Still looks about 40. But everyone is getting older. Myself included.
Another story that got brought up is a game my grandma used to play. Living out in the country, with no stores nearby, and no toys around, we pretty much created our own fun. Fishing in the pond, or skating on it in our shoes when it froze over, exploring in the woods, throwing rocks, etc. Anyhow, sometimes she'd play this game which would pacify us for long periods of time. You'd sit in her lap and she'd pat you on the back, singing: "Jicama, Jicama, (pronouncing it Hick-uh-muh Jick-uh-muh) honey cups, how many fingers do I hold up?" And you'd guess a number between 1 and 5. And she'd say something like, "Four you said and two it was. Jicama, Jicama, honey cups, how many fingers do I hold up?" And it would go on. Until you remembered something fun you could be doing outside. Or until she got a phone call from some family member. Her phone kept her in contact with everyone. And I remember everytime I would think I had her guessed right, she'd pull out the ol' "One you said and NONE it was." Argh! Such a trickster was she. I miss her.
Mom had come by to pick me up last night because she was test driving a Jeep Grand Cherokee. On the way home, she told me, "I didn't know all them were gonna be there. That was a surprise. I never get to see them anymore. I liked that as much as anything."
Me too.
"Remember when the days were long, and rolled beneath a deep blue sky. Didn't have a care in the world, with Mommy and Daddy standing by..."
She went to the pencil factory, she went to get her pay
She left her home at eleven, she kissed her mother goodbye
Not one time did the poor child think that she was goin' to die...
Have you ever heard of this song? (complete lyrics here)
Well, my Mom and grandma used to sing that song to me when I was little. And each time they'd sing it, I'd always hope that this time, Mary would get away and make it home. I actually never knew the whole story until I was older. I guess maybe it's one of those southern things, but it's still interesting to read, to me anyway.
What brought that up is that it was mentioned last night at dinner. We went to O'Charley's for Mom's birthday. (Yes, I know, they had screwed me twice and I hadn't been there in nearly two years, but that's where she wanted to go. It actually turned out to be decent.) I decided to surprise Mom by inviting some of her siblings to dinner with us. So it ended up being Mom, my sister and her husband, two of Mom's sisters, one of Mom's brothers, his wife, their two kids, and me. So ten of us in all.
Almost anytime any of my Mom's family is together, talk will eventually turn to things from their past, from my past. Much of it is repetitive, but I still love to remember it, and to hear them tell it. And occasionally, someone will mention something that I hadn't heard before, and I learn something new, about my family, my heritage. I don't get to see my aunts and uncles and cousins as much as I did when I was a kid. I guess everyone gets busier, and life gets in the way sometimes. But I have learned to cherish those times more now. I was looking at my aunt last night. When I was little, I always thought she was one of the prettiest women in the world. She's 53 now. Still looks about 40. But everyone is getting older. Myself included.
Another story that got brought up is a game my grandma used to play. Living out in the country, with no stores nearby, and no toys around, we pretty much created our own fun. Fishing in the pond, or skating on it in our shoes when it froze over, exploring in the woods, throwing rocks, etc. Anyhow, sometimes she'd play this game which would pacify us for long periods of time. You'd sit in her lap and she'd pat you on the back, singing: "Jicama, Jicama, (pronouncing it Hick-uh-muh Jick-uh-muh) honey cups, how many fingers do I hold up?" And you'd guess a number between 1 and 5. And she'd say something like, "Four you said and two it was. Jicama, Jicama, honey cups, how many fingers do I hold up?" And it would go on. Until you remembered something fun you could be doing outside. Or until she got a phone call from some family member. Her phone kept her in contact with everyone. And I remember everytime I would think I had her guessed right, she'd pull out the ol' "One you said and NONE it was." Argh! Such a trickster was she. I miss her.
Mom had come by to pick me up last night because she was test driving a Jeep Grand Cherokee. On the way home, she told me, "I didn't know all them were gonna be there. That was a surprise. I never get to see them anymore. I liked that as much as anything."
Me too.
"Remember when the days were long, and rolled beneath a deep blue sky. Didn't have a care in the world, with Mommy and Daddy standing by..."
Monday, October 03, 2005
Mom would be so proud...
I wonder what it takes to become a blimp pilot. What even makes a kid want to do that? Are they sitting there watching the story of the Hindenburg on The History Channel one day, thinking to themselves, "If I had been piloting it, that never would have happened." Or maybe they're just airplane pilots who weren't very good. "Here, why don't you try this larger, much slower craft? All you have to do is just wait for us to cut the strings and pretty much just not hit anything." And what about the job prospects? They can't be very good. I mean, how many blimps are normally in the air at any given time? Like two?"
Quickly recapping my weekend...
Friday: Went running. Shot pool at The Brick. Then recorded the show. I feel like it was probably our best show. I've been really pleased with the past two. Didn't care for Episode 3 all that much. Thanks for all your feedback.
Saturday: The Bama game was AWESOME! We just kept scoring and it was just unbelievable. Bryant-Denny was louder than I've ever heard it. Most everyone stood the entire game. Oh, the big sweaty guy who was stinking last week starting turning around talking to me and high-fiving me during the game. (Football games are the only setting where high-fives are still socially acceptable, by the way. Please. Don't do them anywhere else, for the love of Pete.) So my sister was laughing at me. I guess I've made a new friend. There was a downside to the game, as we lost our best receiver, Tyrone Prothro, for the season, to a gruesome leg/ankle injury in the 4th quarter. Anyhow, we're ranked #7 in the new AP Poll. Everyone is so excited.
Sunday: Ate at Fire Mountain for the first time for lunch. It's pretty much the same thing as Ryan's. Not a big buffet fan. (However, I am a Buffett fan.) Did laundry and unpacked a couple more boxes. TBS had a Seinfeld marathon, so I saw no reason to leave home the rest of the day.
Today, I test drove a car at lunch. It's almost exactly what I've been looking for, so Bone might have a new ride before long. Still have to negotiate though ;-)
Today is also my Mom's birthday. And while I hope to goodness she doesn't read my blog, I'll still say Happy Birthday, Mom! Without you, well obviously, there'd be no Bone, no blog, etc. So really, you guys should thank her, too ;-) Or blame her. Whatever the case may be.
Last but not... eh, whatever. One of my ex-girlfriends (the few, the proud) has started a blog. She was asking me the other day how to get comments, so stop by and welcome her to the blog world. But don't ask her anything about me. She knows enough to be dangerous :-P
"I'll never know 'til it's over, if I'm right or wrong loving you. But I'd rather be sorry for something I've done, than for something that I didn't do..."
Quickly recapping my weekend...
Friday: Went running. Shot pool at The Brick. Then recorded the show. I feel like it was probably our best show. I've been really pleased with the past two. Didn't care for Episode 3 all that much. Thanks for all your feedback.
Saturday: The Bama game was AWESOME! We just kept scoring and it was just unbelievable. Bryant-Denny was louder than I've ever heard it. Most everyone stood the entire game. Oh, the big sweaty guy who was stinking last week starting turning around talking to me and high-fiving me during the game. (Football games are the only setting where high-fives are still socially acceptable, by the way. Please. Don't do them anywhere else, for the love of Pete.) So my sister was laughing at me. I guess I've made a new friend. There was a downside to the game, as we lost our best receiver, Tyrone Prothro, for the season, to a gruesome leg/ankle injury in the 4th quarter. Anyhow, we're ranked #7 in the new AP Poll. Everyone is so excited.
Sunday: Ate at Fire Mountain for the first time for lunch. It's pretty much the same thing as Ryan's. Not a big buffet fan. (However, I am a Buffett fan.) Did laundry and unpacked a couple more boxes. TBS had a Seinfeld marathon, so I saw no reason to leave home the rest of the day.
Today, I test drove a car at lunch. It's almost exactly what I've been looking for, so Bone might have a new ride before long. Still have to negotiate though ;-)
Today is also my Mom's birthday. And while I hope to goodness she doesn't read my blog, I'll still say Happy Birthday, Mom! Without you, well obviously, there'd be no Bone, no blog, etc. So really, you guys should thank her, too ;-) Or blame her. Whatever the case may be.
Last but not... eh, whatever. One of my ex-girlfriends (the few, the proud) has started a blog. She was asking me the other day how to get comments, so stop by and welcome her to the blog world. But don't ask her anything about me. She knows enough to be dangerous :-P
"I'll never know 'til it's over, if I'm right or wrong loving you. But I'd rather be sorry for something I've done, than for something that I didn't do..."
Saturday, October 01, 2005
Episode Five...
...of the show is up. We had our first two in-studio guests ever this week.
Click here to listen. And as always, let me know what you think.
Also, to make things easier, we've created the screen name JeffandKyleShow on AOL Instant Messenger and Yahoo Messenger that we'll use during the show. So add that to your buddy lists. You can also use the email address JeffandKyleShow@yahoo.com.
"Heard it from a friend who, heard it from a friend who, heard it from another you've been messin' around..."
Click here to listen. And as always, let me know what you think.
Also, to make things easier, we've created the screen name JeffandKyleShow on AOL Instant Messenger and Yahoo Messenger that we'll use during the show. So add that to your buddy lists. You can also use the email address JeffandKyleShow@yahoo.com.
"Heard it from a friend who, heard it from a friend who, heard it from another you've been messin' around..."
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