tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-46514096420301017752024-03-05T06:58:54.111-05:00ferdlings...an unexamined life.Ferdlingshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10995164194265370072noreply@blogger.comBlogger129125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4651409642030101775.post-86021867945369249962010-11-13T22:15:00.002-05:002010-11-13T22:23:16.355-05:00Practice PostI haven't posted in a while. Actually, I haven't even seen this page since the last time I looked at it. I guess that makes since but I mean since my last post.<br /><br />I am writing this to see if I remember how to do it and also to add an Amazon link so I can get 5 cents when people click through the link on my blog. That actually means I can get 5 cents when I buy stuff from the amazon. I don't expect anyone else will.Ferdlingshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10995164194265370072noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4651409642030101775.post-79003063171942845652009-12-31T22:16:00.002-05:002009-12-31T22:32:49.917-05:00Another PostI thought that since the year was over, I'd add another post. I'm trying to build my numbers. Actually, I don't really blog anymore. I'm not sure why. I guess I just ran out of things to say or the dreaded Facebook took over or I took my wife seriously about spending too much time on the computer. All are true, of course.<br /><br />It's been a great year. This time last year I was unemployed and starting to get worried. Now I have a great job and don't worry about much. Except everything having to do with my son. Funny, he couldn't be a healthier, smarter, more cool guy but I still worry.<br /><br />I realize that I have a finite number of times left that I can rub his head and say "Good night, buddy. I love you" before I go to bed. Not for any morbid reason but just that sooner or later that would be weird.<br /><br />I worry that if he has juice instead of organic juice, he'll end up in a bell tower with a rifle. I worry about when he realizes I'm not the greatest and far from it. I worry that when he picks up on "Daddy Juice" being beer all words of wisdom from me are gone.<br /><br />I guess that stuff like that are typical dad stuff. I assume my Dad did it but I never thought much about how he felt until I had a son.<br /><br />Anyway, so much for that. Happy New Year. Maybe I'll try and post more in the new year. And not worry so much.Ferdlingshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10995164194265370072noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4651409642030101775.post-69486487220427946712009-09-09T22:08:00.004-04:002009-09-09T22:14:55.315-04:00They are Going to Take It!The Onion - September, 2008<br /><br />NEW YORKâIn a stunning reversal of their long-stated reluctance to take it, members of heavy-metal band Twisted Sister announced Monday that, after 24 years of fervent refusal, they are now willing to take it. "I acknowledge that we promised not to take it anymore, but things change. The world is a different place today, and with that in mind, we would like to go on record as saying that, starting right now, we are going to take it," read a statement released by the band's lead singer, Dee Snider. "To clarify, we would still prefer not to take it, but as of now, taking it is an option that we would be open to. That is all." Bassist Mark "the Animal" Mendoza also stated that, in regards to what he wants to do with his life, he no longer solely wants to rock, but would instead prefer doing other things, such as raising a family and working as a claims adjuster in Rye, NY.<img src="http://www.theonion.com/content/themes/onion/assets/terminator.gif" alt="" class="terminator" /><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEijdKwd-P9vP65L7oJH8JnX5yB7fVWZeM3gvFDdrRZZ6FLp1axxgHFz-XogJaVEgiXtrDbx6kMvUoPzJ7qG1_bVQJ-RZSKSYD0lLfgn7-tHJQFCDnMDmPYXwWobs3aPWu0pEWP27m9b4aZk/s1600-h/Twisted+Sister.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEijdKwd-P9vP65L7oJH8JnX5yB7fVWZeM3gvFDdrRZZ6FLp1axxgHFz-XogJaVEgiXtrDbx6kMvUoPzJ7qG1_bVQJ-RZSKSYD0lLfgn7-tHJQFCDnMDmPYXwWobs3aPWu0pEWP27m9b4aZk/s320/Twisted+Sister.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5379655869567362786" border="0" /></a>Many props to Kyle for representing.</div>Ferdlingshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10995164194265370072noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4651409642030101775.post-20576487994667305212009-08-31T22:00:00.003-04:002009-08-31T22:48:24.104-04:00Captain TiVo and the TiVo FreakI ended up at Best Buy this weekend to inquire about HDTiVo. I was looking at it and reading through the paraphernalia, sort of boning up on what they had to say about it since I can't seem to find all the answers on <a href="http://www.tivo.com/">TiVo.com</a>.<br /><br />I was chatting with the guy who was very nice but not overly helpful and I explained that I've had an HD TV for a while but can't really utilize it since I can't let go of TiVo and I had hoped the wonders of TiVo were as simple at they should be with HD as with the standard version and on and on and on.<br /><br />I went into this soliloquy about how it is necessary, not for the guy who watches a lot of TV but for the guy who doesn't watch a lot of TV. I discussed in detail the merits of the product if you have a toddler (which if you have a toddler, TiVo or not, you know what I mean)<br /><br />He said "You must really like TiVo...." I didn't think much of his statement at the time but thanked him and went on my way still wondering if converting would be as easy as it should be.<br /><br />After I got home I saw myself in the mirror and realized I was wearing my TiVo shirt. I felt like one of those Trekkies that goes to Star Terk conventions dressed as <a href="http://www.startrek.com/imageuploads/200303/tos-070-nurse-christine-chapel/320x240.jpg">Nurse Chapel</a>.<br /><br />I was feeling saucy when I got my first TiVo and added the t-shirt to the order and wear it a lot since it fits well (and goes with anything). I was slightly embarrassed but soon felt happy that the guy would have great story to tell for years to come. "Yeah, this TiVo freak comes in one day telling me all about how great he is having a TiVo and is ready to make the jump to hyperspace with an HD model...blah, blah, blah... I bet he sleeps in that shirt."<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjSwzrIhV9o0ceCnfOm1GJdXq4QP1Rjo72L_82excTVE_QZZ34oUuj-RCn3x_1gsStOGUcnkJ8bKjaWik7Wyx4y-6ImJ332HNJLpGK-Qf4O7nzp_MB3s6W0gfaHuNcWi0Fq8OVBNnRpbpoz/s1600-h/tivo.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 143px; height: 160px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjSwzrIhV9o0ceCnfOm1GJdXq4QP1Rjo72L_82excTVE_QZZ34oUuj-RCn3x_1gsStOGUcnkJ8bKjaWik7Wyx4y-6ImJ332HNJLpGK-Qf4O7nzp_MB3s6W0gfaHuNcWi0Fq8OVBNnRpbpoz/s400/tivo.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5376325313154375202" border="0" /></a>Ferdlingshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10995164194265370072noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4651409642030101775.post-50353221326792487382009-05-14T21:48:00.003-04:002009-05-14T21:55:13.280-04:00Toddler III haven't posted in a while. I apologize to the fans. I've been too scared. Hopefully, this will jump start me and get me rolling again.<br /><br /><a href="http://ferdlings.blogspot.com/2008/05/update-for-nana.html">Last year I posted a pic of Samuel's class at school</a>. I figured why not do it again.<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEigXmXYDEJO9fbWvDjlTfLmfWibBrpOgXMEmS5QNTe7HRuXUDEvfMKbNv8zNpa3MyW0yZOj-V2n2YB0wVO_eeQjhd6K5oZYakhdeurtPe3RMZC28A8JCxBX0szU0opwgNzxykfm8ghqaCqT/s1600-h/Sam+Class+Geo.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 290px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEigXmXYDEJO9fbWvDjlTfLmfWibBrpOgXMEmS5QNTe7HRuXUDEvfMKbNv8zNpa3MyW0yZOj-V2n2YB0wVO_eeQjhd6K5oZYakhdeurtPe3RMZC28A8JCxBX0szU0opwgNzxykfm8ghqaCqT/s400/Sam+Class+Geo.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5335862278553108834" border="0" /></a>Ferdlingshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10995164194265370072noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4651409642030101775.post-65273244653369976322009-03-16T22:38:00.003-04:002009-03-16T22:58:17.961-04:00That's my boy!Like any red-blooded American male, my son likes to watch TV and rock out to awesome rock stuff. I'll play different concerts or videos and see if anything catches his attention. Although the number one favorite is "Speed Racer" since it has cars in it, lately he's been asking for "man". It took me a while to figure out what TV show "man" was but after weeding out all the videos with cars in them and all the Pooh bear stuff I discovered he wanted Black Label Society featuring Zakk Wylde. Hmmm...<br /><br /><br /><br /><object width="425" height="344"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/TiVz35auizo&hl=en&fs=1"><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/TiVz35auizo&hl=en&fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"></embed></object>Ferdlingshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10995164194265370072noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4651409642030101775.post-49096011763264093282009-03-04T20:37:00.008-05:002009-03-04T22:45:17.000-05:00The NumbersI've been getting this phone call lately, as shown here:<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgu9DRS-JDNK_8wYFPRjZmFnJ0ZT1OuqNJBg0429Rb6hpKv5p_AAH5TRf6Pd_Ek3_LuRCBrh-hutk7Fusy3DSHaECOVLR6j05vg0akYmoLu7dCYZDMSoqSpMhfU51V4Epr9t_FOZm32NxZZ/s1600-h/call+from.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgu9DRS-JDNK_8wYFPRjZmFnJ0ZT1OuqNJBg0429Rb6hpKv5p_AAH5TRf6Pd_Ek3_LuRCBrh-hutk7Fusy3DSHaECOVLR6j05vg0akYmoLu7dCYZDMSoqSpMhfU51V4Epr9t_FOZm32NxZZ/s400/call+from.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5309542615786093570" border="0" /></a>Well, "getting this phone call lately" is like saying there are a few stars in the night sky. I get about 5 or 6 per day with the current record being 9 in one day:<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgy5RAMzwcnngADuwOYVq-V9kLoyGhjrgcD8_JHh9oQzmmylPjCMk3ov1NMufPZgLN2Ij0_KM-CjIzI7jvQXPJ4VHGuGvfJCzTIabjOfFo-GWDDXGnkWdMp5HbNfA0NY1Ztr1vLtnW_PUiP/s1600-h/missed+calls.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgy5RAMzwcnngADuwOYVq-V9kLoyGhjrgcD8_JHh9oQzmmylPjCMk3ov1NMufPZgLN2Ij0_KM-CjIzI7jvQXPJ4VHGuGvfJCzTIabjOfFo-GWDDXGnkWdMp5HbNfA0NY1Ztr1vLtnW_PUiP/s400/missed+calls.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5309542768066822274" border="0" /></a>It's really become quite bothersome. I was at first worried that someone was out to get me. Then after my first Google search of the number, I hoped that it was only 'someone' out to get me, not something else.<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiK0Hv8j09u_tud1_HkLx5YpV813AMk3HxzqlWxFqYCgjNVutF-W7PkFKPMVwvMW-787ejpyloIl33tmeF8am1O-W8bvRdFv0m5L44AIaBZh8EdVxSUrvnEIBXULocFygB1kOCt8hqQbb0d/s1600-h/lost_numbers.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 101px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiK0Hv8j09u_tud1_HkLx5YpV813AMk3HxzqlWxFqYCgjNVutF-W7PkFKPMVwvMW-787ejpyloIl33tmeF8am1O-W8bvRdFv0m5L44AIaBZh8EdVxSUrvnEIBXULocFygB1kOCt8hqQbb0d/s200/lost_numbers.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5309543556932451842" border="0" /></a><br />Maybe some of you noticed something about that phone number. Ring any bells? (so to speak) Turns out its "The Numbers" from the epic television series "LOST" - 4, 8, 15, 16, 23, 42.<br /><br />Those numbers play quite a big roll in the series and bring good times as well as doom and destruction. (I guess they still do, I quit watching after season two.) I bet there are some folks out there that would really get freaked out about that. So why are they calling me?<br /><br />After my second Google search, I learned that it's generated through a service called "prank dialer" and it's just animated laughter or guys making chicken sounds on the other end of the line. I wouldn't know, though, I'm too scared to answer.Ferdlingshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10995164194265370072noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4651409642030101775.post-55366380652058730802009-02-09T17:49:00.006-05:002009-02-09T22:26:17.394-05:0041Today is my birthday. I'm 41. They say life begins at 40 so I'm saying 41 is the new 40. I made a few comments last year about turning 40<a href="http://ferdlings.blogspot.com/2008/02/forty.html"> in this post</a>. The feelings are pretty much the same. Turning 41 just doesn't much matter.<br /><br />I did want to say that I'm always caught by my birthday being in print or hearing someone say it. "The committee meeting on whether it's a creek or a stream will be held this Monday, February 9th at 7pm". My immediate thought is 'that's my birthday'. I guess maybe everybody feels a little strange when they see their birthday somewhere. But today is my special day. A day just for me. A day that I share with, on average, one out of every 365 people on earth.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjvgnSLCbzTa9pimWjjb1edJQ06SDkB1TFeNMm1z7ulYyOyhlYfdQwdtOX1ZZBf4vBblUeuSHZhY15b65qjCN8V2A8CbhzIMR3i4e4w-5t_5JW4Eih3pjktceaPqZSwM5IHssRvErYZe3Gc/s1600-h/Ann+Curry+my+birthday.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 245px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjvgnSLCbzTa9pimWjjb1edJQ06SDkB1TFeNMm1z7ulYyOyhlYfdQwdtOX1ZZBf4vBblUeuSHZhY15b65qjCN8V2A8CbhzIMR3i4e4w-5t_5JW4Eih3pjktceaPqZSwM5IHssRvErYZe3Gc/s400/Ann+Curry+my+birthday.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5301004357039106738" border="0" /></a>Ferdlingshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10995164194265370072noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4651409642030101775.post-88677372351857576352009-01-08T21:15:00.005-05:002009-01-08T21:33:03.023-05:00Amy MacDonald<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj1Er-u4FWtLq3QQPyXR_uCJutsktRTO08-YFwxWbDuH-KN-0eCdzm4_tl_U2TvJgkCm4bUEWhkWGw4kh-ObJNPYWnenLWtB_mI60Ydd8JIVVG1nBrbyodo65IugYtL_0v3tCw8bmZL9dB0/s1600-h/amy+macdonald+reverse.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 177px; height: 200px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj1Er-u4FWtLq3QQPyXR_uCJutsktRTO08-YFwxWbDuH-KN-0eCdzm4_tl_U2TvJgkCm4bUEWhkWGw4kh-ObJNPYWnenLWtB_mI60Ydd8JIVVG1nBrbyodo65IugYtL_0v3tCw8bmZL9dB0/s200/amy+macdonald+reverse.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5289114521529033330" border="0" /></a>I have a music recommendation that I'd like to recommend: <a href="http://www.amymacdonald.co.uk/">Amy MacDonald</a>.<br /><br />She's sort of an acoustic Cranberries meet Johnny Cash with, oddly enough, a little Coldplay thrown in to boot. It's very infectious, to me, with a tune or two playing in my head even when I'm not listening to it. Sort of like the first time you heard Twisted Sister's "Stay Hungry" album... (a few of you will know what I mean) You just love it the first time you hear it. Sadly, I fear, she may have a slight Pet Shop Boys theory of songsmithing where every song is just sort of the same song. But I love this song.<br /><br /><object width="425" height="344"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/tR7SdaXHPH4&hl=en&fs=1"></param><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"></param><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"></param><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/tR7SdaXHPH4&hl=en&fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"></embed></object>Ferdlingshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10995164194265370072noreply@blogger.com26tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4651409642030101775.post-69751154887388077742008-12-29T22:56:00.005-05:002008-12-29T23:18:31.402-05:00State QuartersAbout 10 years ago, I was at a local video store renting the video tape de jour. The place was called Moovies. "Moovies" was a cute place. They had a cow as a mascot... and well, that was about it, I guess, but I digress. Anyway, the guy behind the counter gave me my change and I noticed a strange thing. A goofy looking quarter with Delaware on it.<br /><br />I said, "Hey, pal, what are trying to pull? You're messing with the wrong amigo, amigo!" And then I punched him in the neck. He asked me to relax and said it was a new quarter. They were doing a new one for each state over the next ten years. I said that I was going to check into that and if I found otherwise, I'd be back for him and his little dog too. Turns out he was right. I've saved each new state quarter that I got and as of this afternoon, thanks to Hawaii, I've completed the set. I wish now that I kept at least two so I'd have two sets but then I'd want three... and on and on and on.<br /><br />True story, except for the neck punching part, I dressed that up. At the very least, I've managed to save $12.50 over the last ten years. Not too shabby.<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg-oy1nBWU-wr1HSB2033i1qFQH8T0IteXCHYpK_2yLtssQ0B8sIb_tt6Mh7iBhQorqlA9muSfwpBABhKcLAv-G363fZvIm5zoovKVm7N6-EqASR_t1uBvEytL03UMmdoF9Ku_YokQJk-z8/s1600-h/quarts.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 248px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg-oy1nBWU-wr1HSB2033i1qFQH8T0IteXCHYpK_2yLtssQ0B8sIb_tt6Mh7iBhQorqlA9muSfwpBABhKcLAv-G363fZvIm5zoovKVm7N6-EqASR_t1uBvEytL03UMmdoF9Ku_YokQJk-z8/s400/quarts.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5285430483746404850" border="0" /></a>Ferdlingshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10995164194265370072noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4651409642030101775.post-54491978200327219032008-12-11T01:09:00.005-05:002008-12-11T01:14:36.470-05:00#2 BirthdayHappy 2nd Birthday, Samuel. Two years... tick, tock... it goes pretty fast. Here a couple pics from Grandma's get together last Saturday.<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjfMD6aS_A5bKJ7S-UIAuI__Tfoo_cumkmFnYDz8Of5ZtTCjcvwCKCgie-ewFaIJumKHoqwGNeRQOaIycC0EybCPSchqErX0FXskhCHwaB2j7EFE_ttFbdx8WeF-KcEDksec0A_UZCh7LCQ/s1600-h/sam+car.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 216px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjfMD6aS_A5bKJ7S-UIAuI__Tfoo_cumkmFnYDz8Of5ZtTCjcvwCKCgie-ewFaIJumKHoqwGNeRQOaIycC0EybCPSchqErX0FXskhCHwaB2j7EFE_ttFbdx8WeF-KcEDksec0A_UZCh7LCQ/s400/sam+car.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5278411872056661538" border="0" /></a><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgkCKAB-zUrULPK2TZz7FFKqw5OFZWo6XP2QCt2L6wiKl0xQ_GqvvvjjqPU5_rJ2pl0eWfoAzqztmlztygYGRjQ4FRGVqh7Aq6mNNlVdrfCU2Bv34BEGRNmTHUO5JC1XpjP28hTdJlS85Jc/s1600-h/sam+yard.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 227px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgkCKAB-zUrULPK2TZz7FFKqw5OFZWo6XP2QCt2L6wiKl0xQ_GqvvvjjqPU5_rJ2pl0eWfoAzqztmlztygYGRjQ4FRGVqh7Aq6mNNlVdrfCU2Bv34BEGRNmTHUO5JC1XpjP28hTdJlS85Jc/s400/sam+yard.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5278411753538347010" border="0" /></a><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEheNiIRoHDFeJIeth0XNXk3_VfePPEVOWMl96sfiWv4Ix4O71-FotCPNb11yp-eto4XRuOQeodO6LDuJTe3gKqWq39BqTjQ3Do_-uvf9PYcqMMDwmu4tMfe-HjSWTjEyOi8Z8U8rBrEQn4R/s1600-h/sam+us.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 235px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEheNiIRoHDFeJIeth0XNXk3_VfePPEVOWMl96sfiWv4Ix4O71-FotCPNb11yp-eto4XRuOQeodO6LDuJTe3gKqWq39BqTjQ3Do_-uvf9PYcqMMDwmu4tMfe-HjSWTjEyOi8Z8U8rBrEQn4R/s400/sam+us.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5278411632795108882" border="0" /></a>Ferdlingshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10995164194265370072noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4651409642030101775.post-89807840737229391082008-12-08T22:16:00.007-05:002008-12-08T22:22:25.510-05:00Christmastime is HereI thought I'd jump in on the post your tree thread. I also submitted our tree to the "Is Your Tree Hot or Not" site and currently have a 8.5 rating! (I'm kidding)<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiS4vlOWPvNe2fg4boCvscyYEgYiMmdOOFxvKqnoruiDvgmn41YEsGtmxF5bwCexiPa0xS_5fd1ObBY4ar1NQUwTyC7QZWRfHWaHf-YsPGqIlsUl1QOs-hM6NWNRA3tH02cXfTvKFfemZdc/s1600-h/tree.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 225px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiS4vlOWPvNe2fg4boCvscyYEgYiMmdOOFxvKqnoruiDvgmn41YEsGtmxF5bwCexiPa0xS_5fd1ObBY4ar1NQUwTyC7QZWRfHWaHf-YsPGqIlsUl1QOs-hM6NWNRA3tH02cXfTvKFfemZdc/s400/tree.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5277624764909140210" border="0" /></a><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhrTGPH9FZiEaBWLkS5YTaSPFi8zlxj9iPMSZlw9VP9z3JFzXXfAJMu50_fXtHliNdLhzUcy30xxxkRSaTo4yBC_cgjbdJpCT-sFYUIKWQCmLy8eArQ9isXrfilQIBa9Ay7Bueb0S3mmImL/s1600-h/orn.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhrTGPH9FZiEaBWLkS5YTaSPFi8zlxj9iPMSZlw9VP9z3JFzXXfAJMu50_fXtHliNdLhzUcy30xxxkRSaTo4yBC_cgjbdJpCT-sFYUIKWQCmLy8eArQ9isXrfilQIBa9Ay7Bueb0S3mmImL/s400/orn.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5277624958182835778" border="0" /></a><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEihyvOjtnu_Ppq-s4DzZR6LfAoiA5tcokoLIiWpoeVZ1-dKERM-eolOs03gqe7cBQ2uqqLnZLPDw7tjHAgX0XsJBDmwuILAXD-beFCzAbyKDgieOXyihdSU4-tL9Wu3QB9LrrN2RswdprVt/s1600-h/me.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEihyvOjtnu_Ppq-s4DzZR6LfAoiA5tcokoLIiWpoeVZ1-dKERM-eolOs03gqe7cBQ2uqqLnZLPDw7tjHAgX0XsJBDmwuILAXD-beFCzAbyKDgieOXyihdSU4-tL9Wu3QB9LrrN2RswdprVt/s400/me.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5277625146909072914" border="0" /></a>Ferdlingshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10995164194265370072noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4651409642030101775.post-47082571030776315252008-11-25T19:12:00.005-05:002008-11-25T21:52:09.410-05:00Tom JoadI'd like to make a quick post about Bruce Springsteen's album "The Ghost of Tom Joad". I remember when it came out in 1995 and I wanted to hear it but knew it was an all acoustic album and I guess I was just never in the mood. Having been a fan of his acoustic "Nebraska" album, I figured I would get around to it sooner or later. Well, 13 years later, I got around to it. I can't seem to stop listening to it. It is a fantastic album and tells some wonderful, if not very sad, stories of the hardships of life. Funny how he has a way of moving you to caring about a guy who blows himself up cooking Meth.<img src="file:///C:/DOCUME%7E1/IFH/LOCALS%7E1/Temp/moz-screenshot-2.jpg" alt="" /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgYBGVMTfDgUIzu_lSNZrj2JvuBXcLZq_sYx3NMKSp8Fp1FS7numzoGODlPZl-OKnV2OlQmlZ29xpi08GiDt3y17fvhe0wrvxFECIcHuEMCg-OtMOZbgn75isRb7qLc9bQpiYa2Mjr23Nqd/s1600-h/The_Ghost_of_Tom_Joad.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 200px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgYBGVMTfDgUIzu_lSNZrj2JvuBXcLZq_sYx3NMKSp8Fp1FS7numzoGODlPZl-OKnV2OlQmlZ29xpi08GiDt3y17fvhe0wrvxFECIcHuEMCg-OtMOZbgn75isRb7qLc9bQpiYa2Mjr23Nqd/s200/The_Ghost_of_Tom_Joad.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5272758000104530546" border="0" /></a><br /><br />The title, Tom Joad, comes from the novel "The Grapes of Wrath". Woodie Guthrie sang "The Ballad of Tom Joad" and here the Boss talks about issues of modern times with the same desperation of the dust bowl era. "Hunger is a powerful thing."<br /><br />Anywho, I wonder if I had gotten it 13 years ago would it have impressed me as much. Probably not. Times change and people change. Then I would have let it go as another CD that was just OK. I wonder if some other CDs that I don't care much for would have greater impact on me at other times in my life. You know how they say if you didn't read "The Catcher in the Rye" when you were in High School, you just won't get it.? I guess I know what they mean.<br /><br />I don't think of it as 13 years of not knowing this album. I'm glad I waited. I'm glad I have it now and will always have it as one of my favorites for years to come.Ferdlingshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10995164194265370072noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4651409642030101775.post-30534561534353984102008-11-18T22:19:00.006-05:002008-11-18T22:48:16.539-05:00Meatheads Good TimesA blog is born... I'd like to introduce you and send props out to a new blog: <a href="http://meatheadsgoodtimes.blogspot.com/">Meatheads Good Times</a><br /><br />Meathead, aka Petie, Beatie and sometimes Justin, has been a good friend in good standing for sometime now. We used to work together until he flew off to his greener pastures. I can guarantee you will never "meat" and more genuine, honest and Shawshank Redemption lovin' guy. Let's all welcome Captain Meathead!<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://meatheadsgoodtimes.blogspot.com/"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj-NT6aVdx015GM_n0ZXTkp354aaXUHGDBT6UJ5JoGwOJAinlxxzBlnujCOkcdX39SdJ8kgtQuPfLwaLxdMS1daL22cdyT3k8Xe-ZVhP0IAOaFRjGLnZJA0LHLXes-CK69Gr_DYMQyDHknR/s400/meathead.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5270209343881960674" border="0" /></a>Ferdlingshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10995164194265370072noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4651409642030101775.post-39380161239907511222008-11-08T22:11:00.002-05:002008-11-08T22:13:52.322-05:00Finally something great on YouTube!I found this on <a href="http://creative-loafing.blogspot.com/">Chuck's blog</a> today and just had to steal it...<br /><br /><a href="http://creative-loafing.blogspot.com/2008/11/john-williams-is-man.html">John Williams is the Man!</a>Ferdlingshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10995164194265370072noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4651409642030101775.post-67536659368531704332008-11-08T21:55:00.002-05:002008-11-08T21:57:02.800-05:00Check it, Rock CatThis guy gives good guitar players a bad name.... The 1:45 mark really gets my goat.<br /><br /><object width="425" height="344"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/ATub40Npxik&hl=en&fs=1"><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/ATub40Npxik&hl=en&fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"></embed></object>Ferdlingshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10995164194265370072noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4651409642030101775.post-48111696310914469492008-11-06T22:56:00.004-05:002008-11-06T23:05:32.371-05:00Love PuppyLook at this puppy. I love this puppy. "He's a gooooood boy... yes he is... yes he is." In fact, I'd say that I'm in love with this puppy. For many reasons... but mainly since he just sold on eBay for $153.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh4Wbs1WxBMG14O881J_ucgLVWEG9nNd96U4xPuMwGQGFNM_8xEFbjphnibULBEJQh9hHjCdRfKk0ysVQKg8cK1i41SSVvkbRy22bQ9Pt4YVHr5-Xg1-0NQgn2aNUDD3udko3wodQAabmJ1/s1600-h/dog+1.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh4Wbs1WxBMG14O881J_ucgLVWEG9nNd96U4xPuMwGQGFNM_8xEFbjphnibULBEJQh9hHjCdRfKk0ysVQKg8cK1i41SSVvkbRy22bQ9Pt4YVHr5-Xg1-0NQgn2aNUDD3udko3wodQAabmJ1/s400/dog+1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5265760815977803170" border="0" /></a>Ferdlingshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10995164194265370072noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4651409642030101775.post-222487864011348922008-11-02T20:58:00.010-05:002008-11-02T21:11:58.923-05:00All Hallows Eve<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgV1DwDFBePqZ6jWxb5_eEFfYoODpvkoNe0aIGRiPC4vmb_oy7VC8JOILp6_NtH79PaBUUKyStvbQYgHfj0RvG8IAtNkLMD8RWu3Hau6fZW4P23DxXL7SP9eh-lUgMnURhqj0WM5EhcFQt6/s1600-h/DSC02703.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgV1DwDFBePqZ6jWxb5_eEFfYoODpvkoNe0aIGRiPC4vmb_oy7VC8JOILp6_NtH79PaBUUKyStvbQYgHfj0RvG8IAtNkLMD8RWu3Hau6fZW4P23DxXL7SP9eh-lUgMnURhqj0WM5EhcFQt6/s200/DSC02703.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264246265650639218" border="0" /></a>As you probably remember, Halloween was the other night. Our neighborhood does a parade for the kids with a firetruck and treats and general low-key Halloween festivities. It was a good time. We walked in the parade and then had treats at the clubhouse and then the low-key generalness at our house. Samuel was a sheriff. Even though it's technically an elected office, he ruled as the sheriff king.<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjIyntBgvja2FFpa8VBYdG8TMa4dq2peXM62MsM7yO2X5Ocf9tgSs9q-lIRQNfRO4daHPF0PvOri5SvsqhbJpMjDIwgmWMaqnEAyEdONvVSsYExlEOPUjFlNPQT4qb2V9CixFEpoZGUOP9M/s1600-h/DSC02680.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjIyntBgvja2FFpa8VBYdG8TMa4dq2peXM62MsM7yO2X5Ocf9tgSs9q-lIRQNfRO4daHPF0PvOri5SvsqhbJpMjDIwgmWMaqnEAyEdONvVSsYExlEOPUjFlNPQT4qb2V9CixFEpoZGUOP9M/s400/DSC02680.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264246822059200178" border="0" /></a><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjkD1VDYGdIHNWMxlhYwylye4t2xyeh6elxXg-DM4KsiGfa6f3S0udEwWHDMXVgpuut1fvUTfX8MAz6VIyUkzMGhHZ33CFXMIAmKpF5w7Al1Gls6_Pozfp3hBQXx1QUn1S0rMkoaQqbB1EL/s1600-h/DSC02672.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjkD1VDYGdIHNWMxlhYwylye4t2xyeh6elxXg-DM4KsiGfa6f3S0udEwWHDMXVgpuut1fvUTfX8MAz6VIyUkzMGhHZ33CFXMIAmKpF5w7Al1Gls6_Pozfp3hBQXx1QUn1S0rMkoaQqbB1EL/s400/DSC02672.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264247097227972402" border="0" /></a><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEir6WsQT96nxirmk0_g8qmIfi-MphPsQIowR7UCKWHRjqkZKh7M-XrbL-yIioeCyZ5gf2zSS_ikuhnWXLwwpBxNr3Skrspct6JVrSKUi8S6ObMyTok9TfcKEBaYeN4Fz8DKW1eKkSz7iLuS/s1600-h/DSC02674.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEir6WsQT96nxirmk0_g8qmIfi-MphPsQIowR7UCKWHRjqkZKh7M-XrbL-yIioeCyZ5gf2zSS_ikuhnWXLwwpBxNr3Skrspct6JVrSKUi8S6ObMyTok9TfcKEBaYeN4Fz8DKW1eKkSz7iLuS/s400/DSC02674.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264246949771402498" border="0" /></a><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh5350XaCAynIS-4XSLYDyQVAqL8XldNxQ3S8IUGBGwvBFFXcTxdmCNebuzSyRoLpJpdihu850FF9wF-sdfDc0dPRKREo11oO1-RRGJyRZpFkBgnk66vDXZ_I0VeD6vN4EBdhCoaEUZ4EAp/s1600-h/DSC02707.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh5350XaCAynIS-4XSLYDyQVAqL8XldNxQ3S8IUGBGwvBFFXcTxdmCNebuzSyRoLpJpdihu850FF9wF-sdfDc0dPRKREo11oO1-RRGJyRZpFkBgnk66vDXZ_I0VeD6vN4EBdhCoaEUZ4EAp/s400/DSC02707.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264246685552001266" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhUcaKaqmXNZkZ_RxyetaXoP-GrB1HMEeAYqknamBlBIaTgHsC6lhFwzJ3NkQfzjUPtkAPUN1qDNASAQS3hjx40iu_fH9xwUtojqOea5adrs48Az6uY1AEZG96kvCEBNreMW_Qw4Fn9a6ZJ/s1600-h/DSC02734.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhUcaKaqmXNZkZ_RxyetaXoP-GrB1HMEeAYqknamBlBIaTgHsC6lhFwzJ3NkQfzjUPtkAPUN1qDNASAQS3hjx40iu_fH9xwUtojqOea5adrs48Az6uY1AEZG96kvCEBNreMW_Qw4Fn9a6ZJ/s400/DSC02734.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264246561803605138" border="0" /></a>Later that night, we all got naked, eat candy and played with toys.<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rodkOrXj4P4/SQ5dPg83J5I/AAAAAAAAAtg/vb2ZxMNjhR4/s1600-h/DSC02642.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rodkOrXj4P4/SQ5dPg83J5I/AAAAAAAAAtg/vb2ZxMNjhR4/s400/DSC02642.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264247535567316882" border="0" /></a>Ferdlingshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10995164194265370072noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4651409642030101775.post-37784701638986256212008-10-27T23:03:00.003-04:002008-10-27T23:52:28.687-04:00Halloween Scariness-nessFollowing the lead of fellow blogger Kyle, I've been trying to beef up on my scary Halloween movies this season. I've gotten several under my belt including "The Ring" (awesome), "FearDotCom" (sucks), and other unfinished disasters. I hit the jackpot over the weekend, though. TiVo explained to me that a little known horror movie was playing and I might like to check it out. Little did Master TiVo know that it hit a nerve with it's suggestion of "The Beast Within."<br /><br />I often talk about wormholes here and this is a good example. When I was about 13 I guess, this classic film was new. It was sold as horribly horrific and anyone who watched the last 30 minutes would instantly BURST INTO DEATH while sitting in the theater with their jeroboam of popcorn and Diet Coke spilling out all over the floor.<br /><br />I didn't grow up watching any R-rated, booze filled gore fest sex romp on HBO that I wanted to so I had to take what I could get when I could get it. I actually don't think I ever saw it through in one sitting. All I remember was how horrifying the parts I saw were and how I think of that film as the definition of horror. Funny, because as it turns out, it was pretty stupid.<br /><br />The IFC channel played it in its letterboxed, uncut entirety the other night and I watched it straight through early Saturday morning. It was about what I expected. Both fun and worthless. Ronny Cox sold me as the grieving Dad, though. What a guy. I actually sat next to him at a Thai restaurant in Nashville one night. But I digress.<br /><br />The gruesome transformation scene, while certainly awesome, left a little to be desired in this day and age and the plot line was... well, not really there. But still it scratched an itch I've had for 27 years and I feel I'm the better for it. Thank you, Beast Within, for closing that door. Here's the trailer. Watch it... IF YOU DARE!!!<br /><br /><object width="425" height="344"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/Bbl-lwDZUdg&hl=en&fs=1"></param><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"></param><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/Bbl-lwDZUdg&hl=en&fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"></embed></object><br /><br />Well, I'm off to watch the 1981 David Cronenberg classic "Scanners." I hear the guys head blowing up scene will leave you shocked!Ferdlingshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10995164194265370072noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4651409642030101775.post-44951007731750148852008-10-07T22:54:00.003-04:002008-10-07T23:24:49.417-04:00Foothills TrailThis past weekend, my buddies Kyle & George and myself set out on an ambitious hike through the Chattooga section of the Foothills Trail. Actually, I thought we were setting out on a nice little walk through the woods. It became ambitious on its own. I learned something about myself over the course of the trip. I learned that I can now pretty much do anything and I learned that my foot hurts when I hike. Here I am at our first night campsite:<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjXSqMf1mZNPQScHL7wgCTGUnx3FlWeA8thK7BRbI-Ck-JcE2JW-HxwvK6e_0rklsB2545Yp53Tx9np77aJqxh_4-_KjbbfULEpAf-3Shb2YzWhnsAf5XOVE-pw0H6zG07u8ZE2tlX5Bgw3/s1600-h/Me+Bear.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjXSqMf1mZNPQScHL7wgCTGUnx3FlWeA8thK7BRbI-Ck-JcE2JW-HxwvK6e_0rklsB2545Yp53Tx9np77aJqxh_4-_KjbbfULEpAf-3Shb2YzWhnsAf5XOVE-pw0H6zG07u8ZE2tlX5Bgw3/s400/Me+Bear.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5254612680121234066" border="0" /></a> We hiked just over 30 miles in three days. Yeah, I don't believe it either and if you told me I was going to do it I probably wouldn't have believed you. But we did. And I'm proud of it. George lead the way and Kyle kept us going with the comic relief. I needed them both or I would have probably been picked up by a giant hawk and carried away to be baby giant hawk food.<br /><br />Do I romanticize the trip in my mind? Yes. Will I do it again? No... although, there is a part of you that recalls a strenuous experience that you survived with a desire to repeat it. So if I ever start talking about maybe wanting to do it again, just remind me that I can do anything and that my foot hurts when I hike.<br /><br />Here's a little visual. Much like the trip, it has no ending.<br /><object width="425" height="344"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/-oi0foW5XI4&hl=en&fs=1"></param><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"></param><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/-oi0foW5XI4&hl=en&fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"></embed></object>Ferdlingshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10995164194265370072noreply@blogger.com8tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4651409642030101775.post-5389907138213679842008-09-19T22:22:00.005-04:002008-09-19T22:29:31.402-04:00FridgeWell, I've finally given into the fridge pic thing that has taken over our local blogosphere. I wanted to do it right off but I thought I'd re-do the fridge to make it funny (including cleaning off the top) but others have seemed to be honest about it... so here it is. Better late than never.<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgokn1cUXK67C09l-6Uwyo-eU1mfgLFBZ2D8ZjAYYmeXPC_Nw-kdwjzsAuA8r8mq5qT5E9VA-jWayOrJYZSo-zeGSpdo4YfQ3qaYVLfFlBd5wUCuBMPHZkf8i3gE9jSEBuVFeO-qhwEX9Rq/s1600-h/DSC02442.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgokn1cUXK67C09l-6Uwyo-eU1mfgLFBZ2D8ZjAYYmeXPC_Nw-kdwjzsAuA8r8mq5qT5E9VA-jWayOrJYZSo-zeGSpdo4YfQ3qaYVLfFlBd5wUCuBMPHZkf8i3gE9jSEBuVFeO-qhwEX9Rq/s400/DSC02442.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5247924227588499346" border="0" /></a><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjGL5Jl_ITGm2LArjRB4-SKp1cXO4-sjIqw1CaV76dmPBEKPFEP6eWkFGGcZS7b5UpA65ljZnuke7Tdiup6e80J_RUB3dLcr-u1kougrWwSfTcXn5ZJhEnajREvvPKKlcdXxsKhrJ2awke0/s1600-h/DSC02441.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjGL5Jl_ITGm2LArjRB4-SKp1cXO4-sjIqw1CaV76dmPBEKPFEP6eWkFGGcZS7b5UpA65ljZnuke7Tdiup6e80J_RUB3dLcr-u1kougrWwSfTcXn5ZJhEnajREvvPKKlcdXxsKhrJ2awke0/s400/DSC02441.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5247924104175488642" border="0" /></a><br />I had a cabinet get in my way of a good side corner shot so instead of any work, I just did two shots. And don't ask... I don't know what the weird stain is on the ice maker. I better go clean it.Ferdlingshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10995164194265370072noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4651409642030101775.post-46287037186988812252008-09-03T19:53:00.000-04:002008-09-03T19:54:02.358-04:00Movie QuoteHere's movie quote I love:<br /><br />Old McDonald had a farm ee i ee i o. And on that farm he shot some guys. Badda boom badda bing bang boom.Ferdlingshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10995164194265370072noreply@blogger.com15tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4651409642030101775.post-64065027676977255362008-08-14T22:17:00.005-04:002008-08-14T23:21:00.590-04:00The Horse JokeI told my favorite joke today. I've always thought "telling a joke" was a weird phrase. You tell a story, sure, but for some reason "telling" a joke just sounds odd to me. But I digress... It's my favorite because I seriously cannot tell it without smiling and it always makes me laugh. Most jokes work with misdirection or unexpected placement of the punch line but all of the classics work on delivery, which is why we sometimes hear "some people just can't tell a joke."<br /><br />Think of some of the jokes that you love... in your minds eye you probably see the guy telling it with all the body language included that helps make it funny. Most good jokes need a little visual "ummph" to help make it work. Which is another reason I love this one... it's funny by itself. The listener can't help but create his own visual. So here it is... you be the judge.<br /><iframe allowfullscreen='allowfullscreen' webkitallowfullscreen='webkitallowfullscreen' mozallowfullscreen='mozallowfullscreen' width='320' height='266' src='https://www.blogger.com/video.g?token=AD6v5dyjh1vBB3tOMI974XwPVFWxT4N3V4XbujkYwltaLqiXBaUixLE_OH_yfgWnLts0gIdZ_DfnG8m6DGfaDBpNCQ' class='b-hbp-video b-uploaded' frameborder='0'></iframe>Ferdlingshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10995164194265370072noreply@blogger.com9tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4651409642030101775.post-32010221961050373902008-08-01T20:18:00.005-04:002008-08-02T22:06:52.188-04:00Another year... tick, tock, tick, tock.I figured I should at least notice the one year anniversary of my blog like ol' George did. One year ago today I started blogging. I haven't been the same since. I have blogged from the north, I have blogged from the south. They have said of me "never have so many owed so much to so few". Each post has been better than the next.<br /><br />Thank you! Thank you all for your support and generous contributions through PayPal.<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEguDW2TkZxKIZLu8keschFeTkl4ppks5Z65qdWgaNNtfiJ2-g99m2Uk8RhufEzeIAgVnGXhgLYKJlEfyamBhiOiuvAJ7IDdrWNTa-FO4JqbYxKvPLvC6frkxyaa1LEnhO2BBf9iLcwOZtxe/s1600-h/paypal+blog+logo.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5229739468278081666" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: pointer; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEguDW2TkZxKIZLu8keschFeTkl4ppks5Z65qdWgaNNtfiJ2-g99m2Uk8RhufEzeIAgVnGXhgLYKJlEfyamBhiOiuvAJ7IDdrWNTa-FO4JqbYxKvPLvC6frkxyaa1LEnhO2BBf9iLcwOZtxe/s200/paypal+blog+logo.jpg" border="0" /></a>Ferdlingshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10995164194265370072noreply@blogger.com8tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4651409642030101775.post-88360814502312548222008-07-31T22:24:00.003-04:002008-07-31T22:28:15.034-04:00Is it Just Me?Ok... I've been trying this joke for a week now. I have a prop and ask the unsuspecting viewer if they think it is funny or not. It's met with mixed results. So you be the judge... Is this funny? Do you get it? Is it just me? I still laugh when I think bout it.<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhiBVjQCThZRY8rNZVWMS0tP7AfDLhpneg1HSE2jktnQm53_kR7xQOMK85ihpCdLTSC7XY_-GiGcl2UMxMr3y3qQf-QD7OROnMtOP8exo7aAywwN0RvYlq1ROr7ExFSg37TwqRSSmvWWbPW/s1600-h/invisible+tape.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhiBVjQCThZRY8rNZVWMS0tP7AfDLhpneg1HSE2jktnQm53_kR7xQOMK85ihpCdLTSC7XY_-GiGcl2UMxMr3y3qQf-QD7OROnMtOP8exo7aAywwN0RvYlq1ROr7ExFSg37TwqRSSmvWWbPW/s400/invisible+tape.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5229370307130352786" border="0" /></a>Ferdlingshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10995164194265370072noreply@blogger.com5