Monthly Archives: January 2011
Post #560: Club Clothes
Sometime in the next week or so I really need to go clothes shopping. It’s tradition, every guy needs new club clothes at least within a week prior to going out. Since I’ll be hitting up the clubs next month, I need at least two new complete outfits. I think this time I’ll go to Buckle instead of JC Penney. I’ll save going to Penney’s until I get home. I like shopping for clothes more than the average dude, but there’s nothing wrong with that! I’m glad there’s a Buckle out here now, it’s such a neat store for the area.
I just got my ass kicked 3 out of 4 times tonight in Yahtzee. I won the last game…go me!
Post #558: Not My Type
Mike: Oh that chick you were interested in…
Kyle: Mhmm
Mike: She’s not very sexual
Kyle: Yuck
Mike: So she’s not for you
Kyle: LOL
Kyle: I’ll make her sexual
Post #556: Too Many Vacation Choices…But I Think I Settled on One!
I’m way too indecisive. I’ve been thinking for quite a few months about where I want to vacation this year. I know I’m going home next month, but that’s not a vacation – that’s just a visitation. Prior to joining the military, I went on at least one vacation a year. New York City, Pensacola, Baltimore, Boston – you name it on the East Coast and I was there. It’s strange how I’ve failed to go anywhere but home after joining, considering I have two extra weeks a year to go and do stuff…like travel.
I think I might have found the perfect getaway for me this year. It would be June 22-27, in the Napa Valley. It’s perfect! There’s a Nascar race being held that weekend, and there are so many different things to go and do. It’s wine country, so there will be a lot of festivals and tastings to attend. Lake Berryessa is nearby, and I would most likely set aside an entire day to explore the lake, bring a picnic lunch, and do some hiking a trail-walking. A kayaking adventure is definitely not out of the question.
San Francisco is a short drive South, and I think it would be amazing to take a guided bus or walking tour around the city for a day. So much history, and again, festivals, art museums, historic neighborhoods, and the Golden Gate Bridge.
Vallejo, Santa Rosa, Napa, and Sonoma are all in the general area, and the coast is a short drive as well.

I know I’ve been mentioning that I want to visit Los Angeles for the longest time now, and I still do, but this sounds like an opportunity I just can’t pass up. Anytime I have a chance to visit history versus glam, history will always win me over.
Post #555: It’s Aussie Open Time!
I love playing tennis (even though I suck at it), but I rarely watch it on TV. The one exception to this is every January when the Australian Open is on live every evening. I’m not exactly sure why I like watching the tournament so much itself, but one of my two favorite players has already been eliminated…so go Novak!
I’m yet again having slow connection issues with my laptop. It seems like every single weekend it really bogs down at the same time. I think there’s such a high number of users here in my dorm that all connect to the same company in such a small space that it affects performance. It’s the only logical reason I can think of, but out here in Minot, logic isn’t always first on the menu as some of us know.
Post #554: My Most Serious Injury
I was looking around online for some good inspiration, and I came across this page called “55 Ideas I Hope You Write About.” One of the topics listed was “My Most Serious Injury.” Looking back on it, it makes me laugh, but at the time I wasn’t laughing at all.
I’m not positive of the year, but It was either Fall 1995 or Spring 1996, and I was on a Boy Scout camping trip in Hinckley, Maine for the weekend. When you went on a trip like that, you were expected to participate in several different types of events to earn different merit badges and awards, and we had just taken a break from some of the activities of the day when we went back to our tent site. I think we went back for lunch, but again, it was so long ago I’m not positive.
A bunch of us were killing time by goofing off and doing mostly unsafe things around the campfire we built at our site. We had some old rope laying next to the fire, and one of the guys in my troop decided to throw one end of it into the fire. When he took it out, he swung it around just to show off, and the end of it that was still burning caught me on the left side of my neck, almost on the side of my throat, but barely missing it. I still remember what it felt like, and it hurt worse than anything I can remember. Even my appendicitis didn’t hurt that much, which is why I decided not to write about it.
After the rope struck me, I thought I was on fire, and I think it did singe my hair a little bit. There was an ambulance on the camp site in case of emergencies, and a few of the volunteers walked me over to it. My mother was a wreck when she found out what happened, and she rushed over to make sure I was alright. They put some water on it, some cream and some gauze, and taped it up fairly well, but it hurt pretty badly for the next several days, and I remember having to go to school with the big bandage on my neck and having to explain what happened to everyone who asked about it.
That night, the burn was bothering me too badly, and I couldn’t spend the night in my tent. I ended up going home for the night and then returning to the camp site the next day for more activities.
So, there you have it. What was your most serious injury? Leave a comment if you want to share!
Post #553: Hot water, hot water…where art thou hot water?
January is apparently not such a great month for hot water availability. How long does a person need to run the shower before it finally shows up? Apparently longer than I had patience for. Luckily, it’s tempermental…it always comes back within a short period of time, but it does get a tad aggravating.
Anyway, I started a new journey today. I guess it’s not really “new” to me, but something I always wanted to study that I never put much seriousness into. If you’re one of my friends on Facebook, you’ll know what I mean if you look around a little. I think it’ll be fun to become involved with and “practice.”
Sometimes I wonder if having so many hobbies and interests takes away from studying each one the way they were meant to be studied, but I think this is the last one I’ll be taking on for a while. Proficiency is the key.
Post #552: Damn Internet!
Originally written – January 15, 2011
My internet is really pissing me off tonight. For about four hours now it’s been extremely slow. I’m talking dial-up slow. Even when I do get a page to finally load, half of the content is missing. It sucks because I was only able to post two responses to my discussion questions tonight for class, and I really need to submit at least four. As I type this, I have no idea if it will even publish after, because whenever I click “submit” on any site, it comes up with an internet connection error. This happens a lot with Midcontinent, the company I go through for cable and internet. They suck, royally, but other than SRT, they’re the only provider around here. SRT is more expensive, and I’m not confident that the service would be much better. Luckily, I’ve been able to get a steady enough connection to stream some music, but who knows how long that will last.
I could scream!
Update – January 16, 2011: grr.
Post #551: Florida Inmates Consume Honey Buns at a Rate of 270,000 Per Month
There may be a new way to deter crime. Apparently honey buns (yes, those gooey, sticky, doughy sponges covered in cellophane) are more popular with Florida prisoners than cigarettes and Coca-Cola.
Florida inmates buy about 270,000 honey buns per month. Fights have broken out and jailhouse murders have occurred as the result of someone taking a bite out of someone else’s bun, according to a recent story in the St. Petersburg Times. This leads us to believe that those predisposed towards criminal behavior are somehow irrationally enamored of this sweet treat and willing to go to any length to get one.
Which leads us to further suppose that these majestic sugar cakes can be used for good instead of evil. It is not a huge leap of imagination to theorize that when in the process of being mugged, raped, carjacked, or murdered, one can simply heave a honey bun at the offender and cause them to cease and desist (at least until they are done gobbling up the instant sugar rush — after that, watch out!). Honey Buns are already used as currency in our prison system, as well as serving as impromptu birthday cakes, sweeteners of illegal jailhouse wine, and even — a last meal.
Other than these homie honies, prisoners’ daily meals are made up of a sodium and fat