October 23, 2004
My life's (not) in "Jeopardy!"
I tried out to be on Jeopardy! today. I drove to Omaha and took the test and stuff. it was hard, some of the questions were easy and some of them were on the tip of my tongue... but many of them were "uhhh... uh-oh" There were 20-30 people who participated in the 11:30 testing period. only 7 or 8 people did well enough to go on to the next part of the testing. I was interviewed by ABC news.. wich I suppose was cool.. but.. they didn't ask me terribly interesting questions and for some reason my brain shut off .. blah.. it happens... I couldn't care less if they put me on TV.. I'm just a guy... people who know me know i'm cooler than how I appeared today ;)
Overall it was a good experience.
Halloween is next weekend.... I'd like to dress up for the places I'll be going but, I need red pants. hmmmm ...
Overall it was a good experience.
Halloween is next weekend.... I'd like to dress up for the places I'll be going but, I need red pants. hmmmm ...
October 21, 2004
squeek, sweak, *blub-blub*
I meant to include this little story the last time I posted but it slipped my mind..
A few days ago, my mom asked me to go down to the basement and empty out the de-humidifer bucket. (it's a smallish de-humidifier .. it' has a coil that gets cold and water condences into a rectangular bucket.. when it gets full the weight turns off the machine. it's in a room in the basement that's not insulated beyond a brick wall and thus cooler and more humid.. and where we store food and stuff.) Anyway, instead of just dumping the water down the drain as I usually do she requested that I get a bucket and dump the water in there. She didn't say why. So I go to take care of that and see the de-humidifier in need of empytying.. and look for the bucket I was supposed to find. I looked at the de-humidifier again and noticed something. So I go back up stairs and ask my mom " Do you want me to fish out the dead mouse before I dump the water? " The look on her face was priceless and I couldn't help from laughing. I guess she was un aware that a mouse had found it's way into the water and was now doing the "dead man float". We flushed the mouse, and the de-humidifier's bucket had that dead animal smell so I soaked it in some hot soapy water and my dad and brother set out some traps. We havn't caught any more mice so far.
A few days ago, my mom asked me to go down to the basement and empty out the de-humidifer bucket. (it's a smallish de-humidifier .. it' has a coil that gets cold and water condences into a rectangular bucket.. when it gets full the weight turns off the machine. it's in a room in the basement that's not insulated beyond a brick wall and thus cooler and more humid.. and where we store food and stuff.) Anyway, instead of just dumping the water down the drain as I usually do she requested that I get a bucket and dump the water in there. She didn't say why. So I go to take care of that and see the de-humidifier in need of empytying.. and look for the bucket I was supposed to find. I looked at the de-humidifier again and noticed something. So I go back up stairs and ask my mom " Do you want me to fish out the dead mouse before I dump the water? " The look on her face was priceless and I couldn't help from laughing. I guess she was un aware that a mouse had found it's way into the water and was now doing the "dead man float". We flushed the mouse, and the de-humidifier's bucket had that dead animal smell so I soaked it in some hot soapy water and my dad and brother set out some traps. We havn't caught any more mice so far.
October 19, 2004
things.. good? me? really?
Things are actually going pretty well.... I've found myself to be quite happy lately...
in addition to that I've felt ... almost ambitious. I've mulled over recent turns of events and while not one single event is my sole source of happiness, I don't think that I'd want to give up any of them.
This are goin allright at Target. I worked 10 hours on Monday. I'm only down for four hours wednsday but I've got a good feeling I'll put in more than that.
I'm still lost in the world but lately I've felt better about taking it on (the world that is)... so I guess I'll never be lost if I know I'm "here", wherever that may be.. ok that makes no sense at all.. um.. if it dosn't matter where I am, then I can't be lost... ohh that's better.. ok that's it.
wear your seatbelts!
in addition to that I've felt ... almost ambitious. I've mulled over recent turns of events and while not one single event is my sole source of happiness, I don't think that I'd want to give up any of them.
This are goin allright at Target. I worked 10 hours on Monday. I'm only down for four hours wednsday but I've got a good feeling I'll put in more than that.
I'm still lost in the world but lately I've felt better about taking it on (the world that is)... so I guess I'll never be lost if I know I'm "here", wherever that may be.. ok that makes no sense at all.. um.. if it dosn't matter where I am, then I can't be lost... ohh that's better.. ok that's it.
wear your seatbelts!
October 16, 2004
busy?
Ok huge gaps in my blog. no, I'm not ill right now but I am busy. well if I'm ill I'm not particularly aware at the moment. I got a job at Target. (yay) It looks like a really good job, I really screwed up on Friday. I got confused about how long I was suppose to work yada yada, I left early and diddn't realize it untill much later. Ugh I'm going to have to tell them how it happened.. and tell them what went wrong, and try to tell them that it won't happen again. I hope that they don't fire me. I don't think they will but, ugh.. I hate screwing up like that.. it was such a stupid mistake.
I've been going out more... Last weekend I went with The Captain and his wife to have drinks and just hang out in Fremont. We met with one of his long time friends, who was the best man at his wedding actually, anyway, I tried to follow along and be friendly but I was mostly quiet. I recall comparing it to hanging out with deaf friends. It's weird.. no matter whom I'm with it's a big of a struggle to communicate. If I'm with deaf people I feel like the foriengn exchange student that just got here. I know the language but it's tough at times. If I'm with hearing people it's very similar, but I don't ever get better at this "foriegn language".
I do try... in fact I (re)learned a good lession in trying a few weeks ago. I went to Council Bluffs, IA with a few people. The Iowa School for the Deaf was celebrating homecoming and 150 years this year, and there was a party with live music and stuff, and well lots of people that sign. So I went with a couple of people I had recently met in the deaf club I joined. (I put together a website too.. I should probably link to it) Anyway, it was late, after midnight. Some of the people in the car pool wanted to stop for some food, and Taco bell is open (yay). so, we walk up to the door, and it's locked. Drive thru only. Bleah. I have the best hearing out of the 4 of us and I abor drive thrus. So we're thinking What do we do now? Well, perhaps I'm more adventureus after midnight or something but I (gently) tap on the glass and get the attention of one (or more) of the people working. I start signign away basicly telling them we don't want to use the drive thru. Lo and behold one of the girls signs back to me saying she knows sign and we still have to use the drive thru.. they'll just take our order at the window rather than the speaker thingy. So.. we did that. My comrades got their tex-mex partially thanks to me and my "not giving up" attitude. I say partially becuase I diddn't actually do anything, other than in-directly convince them we should just use the drive thru anyway.
I'm thinking of going back to school... still. It can't hurt. I just... don't know what to do with my life... For now I'll just work at Target I suppose. I suppose I should do whatever makes me happy. Of course not everything that makes me immediately happy is good for me or able to make me happy in the long run. Drugs are a classical example, but drugs are more obvious than other things. Once again I'm reminded that I have no choice but to make the best choice I can with what I know at the time and then just continue on with things. People in general, myself included, seem to be happy when they're successfull.. content.. or however you want to describe it. I think Maslow had something.... He had this hierarchy of needs and it seems to work. You can't be happy if you're starving to death, and/or freezing to death in the rain. I've been finding in the last couple of months that positive social interaction allows for better mental function... to put it another way getting the next "need" on the rung brings me clocer to contentment.
To refresh my memory I googled for Maslow's heirarcy of needs, after the "love / belongingness" catagory are the esteem needs. Well, that seems to make sense. For lack of a better way to put it; I need to feel like I'm worth somthing, more importantly I need to feel like all my efforts are not in vain. What I want is to actually ammount to something and have a job I enjoy. That's tough.. it's a lot about attitude I geuss.. who says I can't be content with my job at Target. eh.. ok bad example but it comes down to making what I have work because I'm starting to wonder if I'm ever going to find that elusive situation where I wake up and say "yay, I go to work today! " In the past is has occured to me that I may get what I'm looking for and still not be happy. I think I finally figured out what I really want/need. Being content with life and stuff in general, at this point of my life takes a lot of work and matenance. What I need it to be at a point where all that matenace work dosnt' feel like work. because some times it starts to wear me out.
how's that for an "Fj update"
I've been going out more... Last weekend I went with The Captain and his wife to have drinks and just hang out in Fremont. We met with one of his long time friends, who was the best man at his wedding actually, anyway, I tried to follow along and be friendly but I was mostly quiet. I recall comparing it to hanging out with deaf friends. It's weird.. no matter whom I'm with it's a big of a struggle to communicate. If I'm with deaf people I feel like the foriengn exchange student that just got here. I know the language but it's tough at times. If I'm with hearing people it's very similar, but I don't ever get better at this "foriegn language".
I do try... in fact I (re)learned a good lession in trying a few weeks ago. I went to Council Bluffs, IA with a few people. The Iowa School for the Deaf was celebrating homecoming and 150 years this year, and there was a party with live music and stuff, and well lots of people that sign. So I went with a couple of people I had recently met in the deaf club I joined. (I put together a website too.. I should probably link to it) Anyway, it was late, after midnight. Some of the people in the car pool wanted to stop for some food, and Taco bell is open (yay). so, we walk up to the door, and it's locked. Drive thru only. Bleah. I have the best hearing out of the 4 of us and I abor drive thrus. So we're thinking What do we do now? Well, perhaps I'm more adventureus after midnight or something but I (gently) tap on the glass and get the attention of one (or more) of the people working. I start signign away basicly telling them we don't want to use the drive thru. Lo and behold one of the girls signs back to me saying she knows sign and we still have to use the drive thru.. they'll just take our order at the window rather than the speaker thingy. So.. we did that. My comrades got their tex-mex partially thanks to me and my "not giving up" attitude. I say partially becuase I diddn't actually do anything, other than in-directly convince them we should just use the drive thru anyway.
I'm thinking of going back to school... still. It can't hurt. I just... don't know what to do with my life... For now I'll just work at Target I suppose. I suppose I should do whatever makes me happy. Of course not everything that makes me immediately happy is good for me or able to make me happy in the long run. Drugs are a classical example, but drugs are more obvious than other things. Once again I'm reminded that I have no choice but to make the best choice I can with what I know at the time and then just continue on with things. People in general, myself included, seem to be happy when they're successfull.. content.. or however you want to describe it. I think Maslow had something.... He had this hierarchy of needs and it seems to work. You can't be happy if you're starving to death, and/or freezing to death in the rain. I've been finding in the last couple of months that positive social interaction allows for better mental function... to put it another way getting the next "need" on the rung brings me clocer to contentment.
To refresh my memory I googled for Maslow's heirarcy of needs, after the "love / belongingness" catagory are the esteem needs. Well, that seems to make sense. For lack of a better way to put it; I need to feel like I'm worth somthing, more importantly I need to feel like all my efforts are not in vain. What I want is to actually ammount to something and have a job I enjoy. That's tough.. it's a lot about attitude I geuss.. who says I can't be content with my job at Target. eh.. ok bad example but it comes down to making what I have work because I'm starting to wonder if I'm ever going to find that elusive situation where I wake up and say "yay, I go to work today! " In the past is has occured to me that I may get what I'm looking for and still not be happy. I think I finally figured out what I really want/need. Being content with life and stuff in general, at this point of my life takes a lot of work and matenance. What I need it to be at a point where all that matenace work dosnt' feel like work. because some times it starts to wear me out.
how's that for an "Fj update"
