tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7996504476650445922008-08-14T00:17:50.553-04:00One Red Squirrel in StatesvilleMatthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01750220818636058682noreply@blogger.comBlogger39125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-799650447665044592.post-78755625631126969532008-08-10T09:46:00.004-04:002008-08-10T10:41:27.610-04:00Olympic GoldWe can only pray for a repeat.<br />
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<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lEog0N8vVcY/SJ7xiiYpblI/AAAAAAAAAjE/6PVgZpP83FU/s1600-h/captolyvbb11808241914greece_olympics_beach_volleyball_olyvbb118-thumb.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lEog0N8vVcY/SJ7xiiYpblI/AAAAAAAAAjE/6PVgZpP83FU/s400/captolyvbb11808241914greece_olympics_beach_volleyball_olyvbb118-thumb.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5232885392699125330" border="0" /></a>Matthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01750220818636058682noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-799650447665044592.post-33425249287456818192008-07-10T09:22:00.003-04:002008-07-10T09:41:37.531-04:00Wal-Mart gets everyone's stimulus packages.Ew, nasty. Wal-Mart. What a nasty place to shop. I hate it. Never mind the evils of Wal-Mart driving out small local businesses, it's plain and simple a nasty place to go. I get physically ill just walking in and seeing the people that live/shop there. You all know what I mean. Physically repulsive people smacking their kids, waddling down the entire width of each isle in stained spandex pajamas, and t-shirts sporting confederate flags or an iron-on picture of Mickey Mouse.<br />I waste precious gas and money to drive an extra 15 miles to go elsewhere when I HAVE to. That said, their business strategy of marketing the lowest prices has made them even richer. <a href="http://money.cnn.com/2008/07/10/news/economy/same_store_sales/index.htm?eref=rss_topstories">This time they can thank the government.</a><br />I've never been to Costco, so I can't comment on them.<br />Great. I love capitalism, but damn, some shit you just don't need to spend your money on. I'm not even sure why I'm so irritated about this. It's not that Wal-Mart greatly benefited from the stimulus packages. I think it's because something so aesthetically displeasing did. If Target had made headlines, I wouldn't have had a second thought about it.<br />If you gotta buy it, buy it local.Matthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01750220818636058682noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-799650447665044592.post-50526087533722754062008-07-06T16:53:00.001-04:002008-07-06T16:57:46.187-04:00No fatties please!<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_lEog0N8vVcY/SHExIdDHj0I/AAAAAAAAAhQ/rmSyTISek3M/s1600-h/fatty.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_lEog0N8vVcY/SHExIdDHj0I/AAAAAAAAAhQ/rmSyTISek3M/s400/fatty.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5220007464405536578" border="0" /></a>I saw this big guy on a morning walk today.Matthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01750220818636058682noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-799650447665044592.post-51952766748135470562008-06-30T08:33:00.003-04:002008-06-30T08:37:11.585-04:00What happened in Room 545?<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_lEog0N8vVcY/SGjS1Q0a51I/AAAAAAAAAhA/TxMpn07V4oc/s1600-h/What+happened+in+Room+545%3F.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_lEog0N8vVcY/SGjS1Q0a51I/AAAAAAAAAhA/TxMpn07V4oc/s400/What+happened+in+Room+545%3F.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5217651980798453586" border="0" /></a><br />This is the haunted room in The Grove Park Inn in Asheville, NC.<br />"As the tale goes, the ghost is that of a young woman dressed in pink who fell to her death in the Palm Court Atrium around 1920." She has been seen by many hotel employees.<br />To get this picture, I had to travel to the 5th floor in a small elevator built into the rocks that make the hotel. The elevator operator took us to the 5th floor. I had my 14 month old son on my back in his carrier. I saw the door as soon as I got off the elevator and got my camera up to shot. As soon as I paused at the door, my son starts screaming as loud as he can. I quickly try and take the picture, but the screen reads "CF card is full". NO WAY!! There was only about 35 pics on this card!! I quickly delete a couple of pics and am able to snap a quick shot. I get my son off my back and get back on the elevator. I tell the operator, "I guess he doesn't like the 5th floor." He replied, "Well, it is haunted, you know. It strange, though. The Pink Lady supposedly likes kids."<br />Weird.<br />My son calmed down as soon as we returned to the main floor.<br />Really weird.Matthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01750220818636058682noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-799650447665044592.post-44025791457947184152008-06-16T10:14:00.004-04:002008-06-16T10:33:08.125-04:00Friday After FiveWe went to Friday After Five downtown the other night (Friday). It was really hot still and we took the kids. We got there at about 5:30. We were 4 of about 20 people. Well, maybe a few more people were there than that. It actually did pick up a little shortly after, but my first impression was, "Uhhh, really? This is it?" There was a church playground right next to where the band set up so we just hung out there so the kids could play.<br />I must say, I did like the song selections by the band. Tom Petty, Green Day, Lynyrd Skynyrd. I guess they are your typical cover band, including the fact that they sounded like crap. I have no idea what the band's name is, so, sorry, I can't post their schedule.<br />My favorite band member had to be the lead singer. Very stationary, unenthusiastic. Bright, red polo shirt with the collar up....way up.<br />There was a huge empty space from the stage to the "crowd". I'm not sure if there were supposed to be people in that area or not. Maybe people were staying clear of the bass guitarist (the guy in black) hocking the biggest loogies I've ever seen out into the street. I did get a sweet picture of them...from the back. I do have a side shot, but it doesn't capture the fiery energy of this gas-powered rock and roll band.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_lEog0N8vVcY/SFZ4fIMxnnI/AAAAAAAAAgI/58FQP6qkbb0/s1600-h/Statesville+Rockin%27+Out.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_lEog0N8vVcY/SFZ4fIMxnnI/AAAAAAAAAgI/58FQP6qkbb0/s400/Statesville+Rockin%27+Out.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5212486094900272754" border="0" /></a>Matthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01750220818636058682noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-799650447665044592.post-86993943066550833072008-06-09T18:32:00.008-04:002008-06-09T19:20:41.690-04:00War is not the answer.I visited the <a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Religious_Society_of_Friends">Quaker</a> church here in Statesville a couple of weeks ago. To me, this is surprising on a couple of levels. a) Statesville has a Quaker church??? and b) why am I going to church in the first place.<br />Answers:<br />a) yes<br />b) that's a good question<br /><br />I went without wife or kids. It was part scouting mission to see if kids would be cool at a Quaker meeting...that's what they are called, meetings, and part looking for something different that might appeal to me in Statesville.<br />It turns out that, yes, children are very welcome at the meetings and they can talk as much or as little as they want. The same rule applies to adults.<br />There is no pastor/minister/priest/holy man.<br />No performance to watch.<br />No music to listen to (unless you bring your own).<br />No obligation to pray or read aloud or anything else that I've had to do at other churches (mostly Presbyterian, because that's what I was raised)<br />They have Bibles and hymnals if you want to read scripture or songs.<br />They believe in The Trinity but don't make blanket statements in regards to it because they believe that what you believe is not necessarily right on with what the guy next to you believes through and through. And it's not their place to question others' beliefs. Be peaceful with yours and I'm peaceful with mine.<br />You are supposed to (I think) be at peace with yourself through self awareness and self discovery. Also be at peace with everything and everyone else. (the Quakers are pacifists) Contemplate what you will and if you so choose to talk about it to anyone else or the entire group (I was one of three people there) then you go right ahead.<br />I gotta say that I liked it. I was alone with no obligations to anything. I could just sit in the silence and look at the stained-glass windows and really old organ. I read a pamphlet on prevention of deadly conflict (very insightful)<br />In the end I did not stand up and share my thoughts with anybody else. I did talk to the guy in charge before and after the meeting. I learned about the history of the building and a little bit of lore about Statesville.<br />I will go back and try it with the fam. Maybe not too soon though, they didn't seem to have any air-conditioning.<br />I did return later that day to take some pics. Click <a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/matt-redsquirrel/">here</a>. The pics are not separated into albums, so you'll just have to look through the list. If it looks like a small church, that's it.<br /><br />Oh yeah, I almost forgot. I got a bumper sticker,<br /><span style="font-size:130%;">WAR IS NOT THE ANSWER<br /><br /><span style="font-size:100%;">I don't remember getting that at any other church, but then Quakers don't have an annual BBQ to advertise on T-shirts either.</span><br /></span>Matthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01750220818636058682noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-799650447665044592.post-36322085077274589372008-06-02T08:37:00.003-04:002008-06-02T08:41:32.627-04:00My FlickrMost of my new pictures are going into my <a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/matt-redsquirrel/">Flickr</a> account. You can see some of them on the top right of this page. I'll keep posting here too, but it's better organized on Flickr. Check it out. Make comments please. Tag them as favorites if you like them.Matthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01750220818636058682noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-799650447665044592.post-39722430019823431982008-05-29T23:10:00.002-04:002008-05-29T23:13:58.721-04:00New CameraIt's a Canon XTI Digital Rebel. It finally came today. My dog Jones was one of the first guinea pigs. For pictures of the kids, you gotta go to their <a href="http://lindsaybeans.blogspot.com/">blog</a>.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_lEog0N8vVcY/SD9wyTWlg1I/AAAAAAAAAeY/lo06jiCku7w/s1600-h/Jones+B%26W.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_lEog0N8vVcY/SD9wyTWlg1I/AAAAAAAAAeY/lo06jiCku7w/s400/Jones+B%26W.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5206003703754359634" border="0" /></a>Matthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01750220818636058682noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-799650447665044592.post-55566882653886614272008-05-26T12:06:00.007-04:002008-05-27T07:54:17.090-04:00Oak Island, NCWe went to the <a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Beach">beach</a> at <a href="http://www.oakislandnc.com/">Oak Island, NC</a>!! We have never taken a <a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Family">family</a> <a href="http://dictionary.die.net/vacation">vacation</a> before, so we decided it was time. But how much time is enough? The answer to that question is 4 days.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_lEog0N8vVcY/SDrhkjWlgdI/AAAAAAAAAbY/G8Tv8EIbiiE/s1600-h/old+man+by+the+sea.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_lEog0N8vVcY/SDrhkjWlgdI/AAAAAAAAAbY/G8Tv8EIbiiE/s320/old+man+by+the+sea.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5204720337461543378" border="0" /></a>Old Man by the Sea<br /><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_lEog0N8vVcY/SDrhlDWlgeI/AAAAAAAAAbg/KI8isVirSd0/s1600-h/pelicans.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_lEog0N8vVcY/SDrhlDWlgeI/AAAAAAAAAbg/KI8isVirSd0/s320/pelicans.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5204720346051477986" border="0" /></a>We saw lots of pelicans<br /><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_lEog0N8vVcY/SDrhlTWlgfI/AAAAAAAAAbo/HbAXBR2Mi7g/s1600-h/pelicans2.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_lEog0N8vVcY/SDrhlTWlgfI/AAAAAAAAAbo/HbAXBR2Mi7g/s320/pelicans2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5204720350346445298" border="0" /></a>and more pelicans<br /><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_lEog0N8vVcY/SDrhmjWlggI/AAAAAAAAAbw/U2Ex_lOYTdk/s1600-h/shrimp+boat.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_lEog0N8vVcY/SDrhmjWlggI/AAAAAAAAAbw/U2Ex_lOYTdk/s320/shrimp+boat.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5204720371821281794" border="0" /></a>We saw some boats, too.<br /><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_lEog0N8vVcY/SDrhFjWlgYI/AAAAAAAAAaw/iJYtw5A4xJw/s1600-h/barge.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_lEog0N8vVcY/SDrhFjWlgYI/AAAAAAAAAaw/iJYtw5A4xJw/s320/barge.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5204719804885598594" border="0" /></a>Big boat going into port.<br /><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_lEog0N8vVcY/SDrhGDWlgZI/AAAAAAAAAa4/FBdqcmU8rNA/s1600-h/beach+house.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_lEog0N8vVcY/SDrhGDWlgZI/AAAAAAAAAa4/FBdqcmU8rNA/s320/beach+house.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5204719813475533202" border="0" /></a>The house we stayed in<br /><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_lEog0N8vVcY/SDrhGTWlgaI/AAAAAAAAAbA/AkI9AMKbPJc/s1600-h/bird.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_lEog0N8vVcY/SDrhGTWlgaI/AAAAAAAAAbA/AkI9AMKbPJc/s320/bird.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5204719817770500514" border="0" /></a>Seagull<br /><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_lEog0N8vVcY/SDrhGTWlgbI/AAAAAAAAAbI/ydlz7QFrT5E/s1600-h/dnr.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_lEog0N8vVcY/SDrhGTWlgbI/AAAAAAAAAbI/ydlz7QFrT5E/s320/dnr.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5204719817770500530" border="0" /></a>We saw a lady from the DNR rescue a hurt bird.<br /><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_lEog0N8vVcY/SDrhGjWlgcI/AAAAAAAAAbQ/f8wTltmakWE/s1600-h/lighthouse.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_lEog0N8vVcY/SDrhGjWlgcI/AAAAAAAAAbQ/f8wTltmakWE/s320/lighthouse.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5204719822065467842" border="0" /></a><a href="http://www.oakislandlighthouse.org/">The Oak Island Lighthouse</a>Matthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01750220818636058682noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-799650447665044592.post-50470817250921028412008-05-17T06:24:00.004-04:002008-05-17T06:29:14.189-04:00Holy cow!!I woke up today and the Cubs have the 2nd best record in baseball!!<br />Also, the Statesville Farmers' Market opens in about 30 minutes...fresh, organic produce!! Thank you Milk and Honey Farms!!<br />Me thinks it's gonna be a good day.Matthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01750220818636058682noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-799650447665044592.post-61556208943968178482008-05-16T12:24:00.003-04:002008-05-17T06:27:11.609-04:00Bitter Sweet NewsYesterday I found out that a manuscript for a children's book that I sent to a publisher had been accepted. Then I realized that I can not afford the author's investment required for a new author. Pretty cool getting accepted. Pretty crappy not being able to do it. Oh well. Life goes on.Matthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01750220818636058682noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-799650447665044592.post-19779403091848406832008-05-15T13:51:00.004-04:002008-05-17T06:28:00.087-04:00Things in my backyard<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_lEog0N8vVcY/SCx4_XXUwCI/AAAAAAAAAaY/zLsDB4t7j4k/s1600-h/recycling+bin.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_lEog0N8vVcY/SCx4_XXUwCI/AAAAAAAAAaY/zLsDB4t7j4k/s320/recycling+bin.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5200664699705016354" border="0" /></a>recycling bin<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_lEog0N8vVcY/SCx4_nXUwDI/AAAAAAAAAag/b8MSE-qT5vI/s1600-h/soccerball.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_lEog0N8vVcY/SCx4_nXUwDI/AAAAAAAAAag/b8MSE-qT5vI/s320/soccerball.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5200664703999983666" border="0" /></a>pink soccer ball<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_lEog0N8vVcY/SCx4_3XUwEI/AAAAAAAAAao/9P2ILTs9iVM/s1600-h/this+tree.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_lEog0N8vVcY/SCx4_3XUwEI/AAAAAAAAAao/9P2ILTs9iVM/s320/this+tree.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5200664708294950978" border="0" /></a>this tree<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_lEog0N8vVcY/SCx4pXXUv9I/AAAAAAAAAZw/U19vr2cF7q0/s1600-h/a+pile+of+bricks.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_lEog0N8vVcY/SCx4pXXUv9I/AAAAAAAAAZw/U19vr2cF7q0/s320/a+pile+of+bricks.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5200664321747894226" border="0" /></a>a old pile of bricks<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_lEog0N8vVcY/SCx4p3XUv-I/AAAAAAAAAZ4/BWOhbrfzAuI/s1600-h/a+rose.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_lEog0N8vVcY/SCx4p3XUv-I/AAAAAAAAAZ4/BWOhbrfzAuI/s320/a+rose.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5200664330337828834" border="0" /></a>one rose<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_lEog0N8vVcY/SCx4p3XUv_I/AAAAAAAAAaA/JVj6dHiimbY/s1600-h/a+window.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_lEog0N8vVcY/SCx4p3XUv_I/AAAAAAAAAaA/JVj6dHiimbY/s320/a+window.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5200664330337828850" border="0" /></a>a window<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_lEog0N8vVcY/SCx4qnXUwAI/AAAAAAAAAaI/ZbrfH_n5TuI/s1600-h/another+window.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_lEog0N8vVcY/SCx4qnXUwAI/AAAAAAAAAaI/ZbrfH_n5TuI/s320/another+window.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5200664343222730754" border="0" /></a>another window<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_lEog0N8vVcY/SCx4rHXUwBI/AAAAAAAAAaQ/Gtw6I4TYgMo/s1600-h/funny+tree.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_lEog0N8vVcY/SCx4rHXUwBI/AAAAAAAAAaQ/Gtw6I4TYgMo/s320/funny+tree.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5200664351812665362" border="0" /></a>vagina treeMatthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01750220818636058682noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-799650447665044592.post-83490975520719753012008-04-28T14:56:00.003-04:002008-05-17T06:28:31.185-04:00When I was a child, I was a genius....orI may have been really stupid. A memory came to me as I was driving down the highway this morning. I past a road sign "Bridge Ices Before Road".<br />When I was a kid, I had the worst trouble trying to figure out what this sign meant. I had it in my head that the word "before" was referring to the "in front of" meaning. As in, "What do I see before me?" So when I would read the sign, it would come across as the bridge ices in front of the road. What the hell does that mean? Is the sign saying the road is a witness to the icing of the bridge? I actually remembered having that thought.<br />I think, genius.<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_lEog0N8vVcY/SBYhC0gIVxI/AAAAAAAAAWs/myjiK_C5HWg/s1600-h/w8-13.gif"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_lEog0N8vVcY/SBYhC0gIVxI/AAAAAAAAAWs/myjiK_C5HWg/s320/w8-13.gif" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5194375552555308818" border="0" /></a>Matthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01750220818636058682noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-799650447665044592.post-69850541549215557102008-04-04T14:44:00.004-04:002008-04-04T15:01:42.324-04:0082 yr old Native American ladiesSometimes I get a strange look from people when I answer their question, "What do you do?" I usually point to my son and daughter and say, "This is what I do. I raise my kids." Usually, from younger parents, I get a very positive response. One of them (the wife normally) may be an at-home-parent as well and won't blink twice. The husband may make a comment like, "I don't know how you do it." I could say the same thing to the guy that funnels money from here to there all day, or helps mass produce something that's so important that I DO live without it. <br />There is a class of people that almost always respond the same. The Greatest Generation. "Ahw, that's sweet. It's Daddy's day out. Your wife is very lucky today. And what do you do?"<br />2 days ago, I was asked by an 82 year old Native American (Cherokee) lady, "So, what do you do?" We were in a hair salon (that's right) and I was wearing my son. I pointed at him and said, "This is what I do. I raise my kids." Her face flashed confusion, denial, maybe she heard me wrong, these kids today are so out of touch. The look lasted all of a millisecond. I understand there is a generation difference. I even think I may understand there may be a cultural difference that has something to do with this one. So I just looked at her. Then....<br />we had the most pleasant conversation. It turns out that she knew the parents of the guy that built my new house. My new house was built in 1901. Did I mention this is a small town?<br />Right now, I'm thinking of a certain other Native American lady (not 82) that will set me straight. Check the comments to see if she reads her friends blogs.Matthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01750220818636058682noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-799650447665044592.post-1100778779595548382008-04-03T19:53:00.004-04:002008-04-03T20:07:14.108-04:00MusicI've been finding new music to listen to and am loving it!! I'm normally listening to Led Zeppelin or Lynyrd Skynyrd or some cheese ass 70's/80's band like Journey or Styx. And don't get me started on Abba. But now....I have found some really great stuff that is from this decade. My current playlist on <a href="http://www.seeqpod.com">SeeqPod</a> is White Stripes, Gary Jules, Erin McKeown, David Bowie, Dee-Lite, The Rolling Stones, Nirvana, Robert Plant & Allison Krauss, Jack Johnson, Fiona Apple, Jeff Buckley, Thao Nguyen, Bon Iver, M. Ward & Zooey Deschanel, The Black Crowes, and The Killers. <br />Ok, so a lot of that is still not from this decade, but honestly, was there any better music than what we had in the 90's. Nope. Anyway, all these guys are still rockin' (<a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Jeff_Buckley">except Buckley...he drowned</a>).Matthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01750220818636058682noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-799650447665044592.post-77818435586160819822008-04-03T19:45:00.003-04:002008-04-03T19:53:00.594-04:00ChangesI've made a couple of changes to the nest. As you can see, there is a game of hangman to the right. Go ahead and waste an hour playing. I don't mind. <br />Also, I've added a music player. Currently it's set to play Bon Iver tunes, but I'll be changing that from time to time. <br />I also found a cool Album Art gadget that located below on the right side. It shows different album covers, very cool.<br />Down on the right is a link to Goodreads. You should check it out. You enter whatever books you've read, rate them, review them, compare them to friends' books, find new books to read, and so on.....<br />I'll probably goof around with it a little more to try and find more new things to add, but for now this is it.Matthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01750220818636058682noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-799650447665044592.post-52096776712488681512008-03-18T19:08:00.003-04:002008-03-18T19:19:31.922-04:00March MadnessI am one of those people that REALLY gets into the tourney...at least I used to. Nowadays I fill out my own bracket and follow the games a little, but mostly just check scores at the end of the day. No more office pools, no more gambling away my last twenty dollars. This year, I started a group on ESPN.com in their bracketology. Go <a href="http://games.espn.go.com/tcmen/frontpage">there</a> now, fill out a bracket for free and join the group Red Squirrel. That way our brackets will compete with each other and whoever else is in the group. You can fill out up to 10 brackets if you want. Go. Do it. Why are you still reading this? Go now. You obviously don't have anything better to be doing, so GO!!Matthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01750220818636058682noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-799650447665044592.post-69257458395287352662008-03-15T10:52:00.005-04:002008-03-16T12:23:15.938-04:00Paste MagazineI FINALLY got my first issue of <a href="http://www.pastemagazine.com/">Paste</a> and it is pretty great.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_lEog0N8vVcY/R9vl_KtH0SI/AAAAAAAAAWc/cVCFHpOL9FU/s1600-h/Paste_40_Michael_Jackson_160X196.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_lEog0N8vVcY/R9vl_KtH0SI/AAAAAAAAAWc/cVCFHpOL9FU/s320/Paste_40_Michael_Jackson_160X196.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5177985069960646946" border="0" /></a><br />With every issue I get a CD with like 20 songs on it. I've not heard of most of the artists on this new one, but I've listened to it a couple of times and already really like it. Check out <a href="http://www.thaomusic.com/">Thao</a> and <a href="http://www.myspace.com/boniver">Bon Iver</a>. Those are my favorites.<br /><br />Since I accidentally wiped out all 3000+ songs from my iTunes, I'm really appreciating the new music.Matthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01750220818636058682noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-799650447665044592.post-70558382229713099632008-02-21T10:01:00.006-05:002008-02-21T20:16:13.503-05:00It's ok to be different...unless you are different.<br /><br />We went to story time at the <a href="http://www.iredell.lib.nc.us/default.htm">Iredell Public Library</a> yesterday. The reader selected <a href="http://www.amazon.com/Its-Okay-Different-Todd-Parr/dp/0316666033">"It's Okay to be Different"</a> by Todd Parr.<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_lEog0N8vVcY/R72bWLaqGRI/AAAAAAAAAVc/Hhi9hs4iPKw/s1600-h/ToddParr.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_lEog0N8vVcY/R72bWLaqGRI/AAAAAAAAAVc/Hhi9hs4iPKw/s320/ToddParr.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5169458752615225618" /></a> Personally, I think it's a great book. It goes through several different subjects stating that "It's okay if...". For example, "It's okay to be a different color." And the picture would be of two zebras, one black and white, and one different colors.<br />The reader comes to a page and announces to the group that, "I'm gonna skip over this page, and I'll show you why." She shows us the page. It's the cartoon faces of two women next to each other, and the faces of two men next to each other. The book reads, "It's okay to have different mommies and different daddies." Or something like that. The reader is nodding her head and raising her eyebrows as if to say, "See this filth?"<br />I can't decide what to do. I checked the Iredell Public Library website and they have no email address to contact them. I hate confrontation, so I'm pretty apprehensive about going there in person and accusing this lady of <a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Bigotry">bigotry</a>.<br />Maybe I'm reading way too much into this. Maybe the reader was thinking that some of the parents/grandparents that were present really didn't want to have that discussion with their kids. Discussing issues with your kids is pretty overrated anyway. Am I right or am I right?<br />I guess I just feel like she should have never even chosen that book to read if she's going to censor it due to her "beliefs".<br />So, is it okay to different in Statesville, NC? I guess it is, if you are a colorful zebra.Matthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01750220818636058682noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-799650447665044592.post-25727411873078461092008-02-15T12:03:00.001-05:002008-02-15T12:06:07.437-05:00"I learned it by watching you!!"<a href="http://www.wsoctv.com/news/15310941/detail.html">2 year old falls off the wagon</a>. Yup, in Statesville.Matthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01750220818636058682noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-799650447665044592.post-50875496888348118542008-02-14T20:01:00.005-05:002008-02-14T20:24:15.952-05:00We're buying a house!!The paperwork is signed, everyone is happy. Now all we gotta do is get past the inspection and we are golden. We've been down this road before as some of you know. I didn't write about it here because I didn't want to relive that nightmare. When I told <a href="http://vmpyrdavid.blogspot.com/">my brother</a> we were buying a house, his very appropriate response was, "I'll believe it when you move in." Fair enough.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_lEog0N8vVcY/R7TplLaqGQI/AAAAAAAAAVU/jSgtkXYhp78/s1600-h/house.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_lEog0N8vVcY/R7TplLaqGQI/AAAAAAAAAVU/jSgtkXYhp78/s320/house.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5167011497429833986" border="0" /></a><br /><br />Now the Statesville weirdness kicks in. Last night we accepted the counter-offer made by the sellers. Their last name is Sink. About 12 hours later, I'm dropping Lindsay off at pre-school. As we are walking up, we pass the teachers on curb duty and they both say, "Congratulations!! We heard you are buying the Sink's house!!" I looked at them like "how the hell do you know that?" They just shrugged and said it was a small town. When we went inside, no fewer than four teachers told me congrats on the house. I had only told one person in town that we were buying the house and she didn't tell anybody. I'm not sure if I should be creeped out or if I should accept it as small town life. I sort of feel like I'm being watched and monitored. Of course we are all being watched and monitored all the time now, but I didn't know the info was public knowledge. Sorry. That's my conspiracy theory mind kicking in. I can't help but wonder, though....how are they tracking me? I've never had a flu shot.Matthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01750220818636058682noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-799650447665044592.post-11771703554665007122008-02-07T09:19:00.001-05:002008-02-14T20:26:21.548-05:00Not a fun dayWe were going house hunting. We thought we had a potential winner, but it turned out to be a lead-paint hazard. As I pulled into the driveway of the second house we were looking at, I clipped the short brick wall that bordered the driveway entrance. I ripped a 4 inch hole in the side of my back tire. So my wife loaded the kids in her car and continued the morning looking at houses while I dealt with the tire. I ended up using AAA 'cause I'm not a real man that can easily change a tire without crushing myself to death. By the time we got the spare on the van, my wife was back. So I loaded up my daughter and went back to our apartment where my daughter fell about halfway down the concrete stairs leading to our second floor apartment. I've never been that scared before. She ended up being ok, but shit...what a morning. That afternoon I went to get a new tire which 'caused me to miss Lindsay's playdate and my wife had to cancel the surprise massage I had scheduled for her. Needless to say, tensions were high in the ol' red squirrel family.<br />So, my question to you guys is this: Who put a whammy on me? WTF??Matthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01750220818636058682noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-799650447665044592.post-89369526102713529012008-01-29T08:51:00.000-05:002008-01-29T14:31:14.958-05:00Bizarro WorldWe have now officially moved to <a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Bizarro_World">Bizarro World</a>. Read this story about an incident in Winston-Salem (about 45 min away):<br /><a href="http://www.wxii12.com/news/15157181/detail.html?rss=gws&psp=news">Pet Deer</a>Matthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01750220818636058682noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-799650447665044592.post-60420434446375600562008-01-26T21:15:00.000-05:002008-01-26T21:44:31.748-05:00Xtreme Sports ExpoIt turns out that not only does Statesville host the <a href="http://www.slalomskateboarder.com/cover/headlines/2007.html">world championships of slalom skateboarding</a>, they also host the Xtreme Sports Expo. Pretty cool right? Welllll....It's held in the parking lot of the <a href="http://www.landmarkcog.com/">Landmark Church of God</a>. There was a band and everything. A christian band....at an xtreme sports expo. I don't know. Something's just not quite right with that.<br /><br />Oh yeah. Also hosted by the Landmark Church of God (I'm not clear if it's at the same time as the expo) is the Halo 3 tournament. Really??, you might ask. <br />Yes. Really.Matthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01750220818636058682noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-799650447665044592.post-41137671867445132602008-01-22T19:43:00.000-05:002008-01-26T21:08:11.232-05:00I f@#%ing knew it!!I told you. Full moon. Lindsay (2 yr old) fell on Jones (dog). Jones bit Lindsay on the head. Great. Now we are a <a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/White_trash">wt</a> family.Matthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01750220818636058682noreply@blogger.com