So Saturday I ran my first ever road race, a little 5k run, and I am kinda proud of myself. Working my way up to making the Peachtree Road Race a 10K coming up on July 4th.

I came in 138th place, so while not first, I still finished. Just need to work on knocking about 10 minutes off my time and then I'll be where I'll be happy.

http://www.runningintheusa.com/HostedResults/2009/73345_09DEERDASH5K.TXT


Later Ya'll

Ricky
 

I have been on WDC for a little over 3 years now, and have enjoyed every hour of it. Lately however I feel as if my muse has been mute and I write so very little. I don't believe the site has anything to do with it, but I do believe that a change is needed to get my muse up and talking again. So as of today I will be around the site a lot less, and much of my port will be going away.

I will be keeping on those items that have been awarded, since someone here thought they deserved an awardicon, I think they desever to stick around, but everything else will be vanashing as I get it back up elsewhere.

I'll still be around, just not very active here. I will be focusing myself on finishing a book and getting my short stories out to magazines in print.

Until we read again

Fare Well Friends

Ricky
 

Kaitlyn found this and since she doesn't have a blog I thought I would pass along to show the strangeness of how we read....Of course I and her could just be weird with our mind not picking up on the bad letter placement???

Let me know if you could read or not read?

I Cdnuolt blveiee taht I cluod aulaclty uesdnatnrd waht I was rdanieg. The phaonmneal pweor of the hmuan mnid, aoccdrnig to a rscheearch at Cmabrigde Uinervtisy, it dseno't mtaetr in waht oerdr the ltretes in a wrod are, the olny iproamtnt tihng is taht the frsit and lsat ltteer be in the rghit pclae. The rset can be a taotl mses and you can sitll raed it whtouit a pboerlm. Tihs is bcuseae the huamn mnid deos not raed ervey lteter by istlef, but the wrod as a wolhe. Azinamg huh? yaeh and I awlyas tghuhot slpeling was ipmorantt!



 

I found these and thought I would share, very funny.....


30 Attainable Affirmations
1. As I let go of my feelings of guilt, I am in touch with my inner sociopath.

2. I have the power to channel my imagination into ever-soaring levels of suspicion and paranoia.

3. I assume full responsibility for my actions, except the ones that are someone else's fault.

4. I no longer need to punish, deceive, or compromise myself, unless I want to stay employed.

5. In some cultures what I do would be considered normal.

6. Having control over myself is almost as good as having control over others.

7. My intuition nearly makes up for my lack of self-judgment.

8. I honor my personality flaws for without them I would have no personality at all.

9. Joan of Arc heard voices, too.

10. I am grateful that I am not as judgmental as all those censorious, self-righteous people around me.

11. I need not suffer in silence while I can still moan, whimper, and complain.

12. As I learn the innermost secrets of people around me, they reward me in many ways to keep me quiet.

13. When someone hurts me, I know that forgiveness is cheaper than a lawsuit, but not nearly as gratifying.

14. The first step is to say nice things about myself. The second, to do nice things for myself. The third, to
find someone to buy me nice things.

15. As I learn to trust the universe, I no longer need to carry a gun.

16. All of me is beautiful, even the ugly, stupid, and disgusting parts.

17. I am at one with my duality.

18. Blessed are the flexible, for they can tie themselves into knots.

19. Only a lack of imagination saves me from immobilizing myself with imaginary fears.

20. I will strive to live each day as if it were my 50th birthday.

21. Today I will gladly share my experience and advice, for there are no sweeter words than "I told you so!"

22. False hope is better than no hope at all.

23. A good scapegoat is almost as good as a solution.

24. Who can I blame for my problems? Just give me a minute.... I'll find someone.

25. Why should I waste my time reliving the past when I can spend it worrying about the future?

26. The complete lack of evidence is the surest sign that the conspiracy is working.

27. Becoming aware of my character defects leads me naturally to the next step of blaming my parents.

28. To have a successful relationship, I must learn to make it look like I'm giving as much as I'm getting.

29. I am willing to make the mistakes if someone else is willing to learn from them.

30. Before I criticize a man, I walk a mile in his shoes. That way, if he gets angry, he's a mile away and barefoot.



 

Look everyone, Michael Vick has signed for the Philidelphia Eagles, and might play NFL again. What the Fuck, Let him!

He fought dogs, and that is wrong, I won't argue that. But what I will argue and call every Fan that has watched football for the last two years while he hasn't played because he was in jail, is that he wasn't fighting them all alone wacking his dick at the sight.

When they busted him it was for a pretty big dog fighting ring, not some pansy two dogs a year shit. So while all these other people in the NFL say they knew nothing about it, BULLSHIT!!!! You will never convince me other teammates, and other players, coaches, etc. etc. weren't there betting there money and knee deep in it.
But guess what Vick was the only one punished, so while you can say he wasn't punished enough, I ask why does everyone only give a rat's ass about him???? With hundreds of people showing up to bet and promote dog fighting, why is only one person being given all the punishment????

Oh wait I fucking know, this is America, and there has to be one person to blame for any wrong doing. Heaven forbid if there was a spread of responsibility. I am sure all those other people involved whose names have never been released because they spoke first to pass the blame, were all coerced into what they did.

Vick did more time than anyone involved so don't say he didn't do his time, leave him the FUCK alone and let the poor man do the only thing he is capable of in life, run around with a ball in his hand and entertain thousands of people so they watch him and not an underground dog fight around the corner. More than one person was involved in this, so give him the same repspect you give the names you don't know.

I hate the media and their one sided biased views of everything. I stick by what I have said for years, There is no right or wrong only a difference of opinion.
 

The other month, my wife wrecked her car (see entry below somewhere) and a couple of weeks ago we finally settled with the insurance company for a fair amount, and with the money got a 2001 Saturn SL2, nice little car, auto and gets about 34 miles to the gallon of gas

So this morning I get up, she not needing the car for the day so I am going to take it to work (it only car we have with AC)...Wrong, turn the key and it does nothing, nada, no sounds....I mess with it for about 15 minutes and can't even see the starter from the top, and decided not to crawl under the car to find it. So took my trunk to work.

Got home about 6, get car jacked up crawl up under it, ahhh there is the starter in the most inconvient place it could be. Tap it a few times with a screwdriver, crawl back out, and car cranks with no problem. So good news, I know the problem; the bad news I need to replace the starter which is impossible to get to without boneless hands and wrists. We have a '88 Honda Accord, that son drives, the starter went out on it last year, it sits on top of the engine and it took longer to drive to the store and get a replacement than to swap it, WHY CAN'T ALL CARS BE MADE TO WORK ON?????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????

So manage to get a socket up in there and one click at a time take the two bolts that hold it on there. It started raining on me, nice afternoon thunderstorm. So even though I am under the car I get soaked. At 7:45 heading to auto parts store to get new starter (or rebuilt one). I live in nowhere and guess, and takes 20 minutes to get anywhere, so cruising down the nice wet roads, and splat, the pretty Pit Bull decides it is time to play Dodge Truck, he lost....If it had been dry, I might have been able to avoid him, but wet roads, sorry puppy I am not winding up in ditch with totaled vehilce for ya. Not much damage to truck, knocked a section of that plastic piece under truck that keeps stuff from going up off the road into motor, and some white fur along the under carriage, but other wise the little Ford Ranger fared very well. Guess I need to draw a little dog with a cross through it on the side now?

So at 9 o'clock I get back home. After much much fowl language, and twisting my wrists in ways they were never meant to be twisted, I get it back on and the car running at about 10:40....

Of course I missed Hell's Kitchen tonight, and other than this entry can see getting nothing written tonight. And the contest I have a story half finished for ends Friday night....Nothing like a deadline to get me motivated, just not tonight, way tooo long of a day.



 

I am certain that the week ahead will hold better results for me than the previous week. It amazes me how the voices scream at me all day at work and then I get home and they become so quiet. But you know my phone and mp3 player both have voice recording capabilities, and I am alone at least a third of the day most every day (something about crawling around in an oven tempature attic or spider web infested crawl space that keeps co-workers away)

So when the voices are screaming I am just going to translate the sometimes raving gibberish pinging within my skull to the VR. And then if the voices quiet down at night, a set of headphones and wallah, the voices will return.

I just hope customers have the common courtesy to be out of the house if we are working there, and if not at least stay on the other side. Nothing is more irratating and nerve wracking as someone watching you cut a hole in their ceiling. The odds of me messing up increase with every pair of eyes watching me do something, LOL. Why is that? I can cut in a hundred pair of speakers and never hit a joist, once someone of importance is watching slam, into a wood joist?

Keep eyes and now ears away from me, and all will go smooth. Well on the bright side no one is killing any one in my current story so if they overhear me talking to self it won't be the planning of a murder.

Later Ya'll

Ricky
 

This week has seemed like such waste when it has come to enlightening myself on the internet or anything writing related. Blistering hot all week, I spent the days on the roof, in attics, and outdoors putting in DirecTv, adding speakers for house sound, cable jacks, phone jacks, etc. etc. And by the end of everyday I have been drained. Then we had internet problems Wendsday, and Friday Willow was being nice and quiet all day, so my wife and Kaitlyn let her be as she was occupying herself, but with Satellite Internet I have this wonderful bandwidth limitation of 200 Megs a day. (For normal sites with words and a few pictures this is not problem, but and hour of video will kill 200 megs) So with Willow on Sprouts.com playing games all day she used up the 200 megs by the time I got home....Now when I exceed 200 megs the Internet is practically shut down, my speeds are about 1K a minute for 24 hours. So until about Saturday tonight I could not log onto the WWW.

So I have kindly asked my wife that if Willow is on the computer to please limit her to a couple of hours and then do something with her. Of course none of it makes sense to Willow (being 5), she was just playing games and having fun....

But this week with the overly hot days, and today without internet to gain inspiration, I have done little writing. I am really hoping for a better week starting NOW!


Until We Read Again

 

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Found some usleless trivia today in the back of a calender, I found some of it interesting, maybe some of ya'll will too?


Mercury is the only metal that is liquid at room temperature.

The largest hailstone ever recorded was 17.5 inches in diameter.

Theodore Roosevelt was the youngest person ever to be president of the United States.

Line up in a row, it takes about two hundred million atoms to reach one inch.

Polar Bears have black skin.

Cockroaches can live several weeks without a head.

Water is the only substance that is found naturally on earth in three forms: liquid, gas, or solid.

95% of a tomato is water.

One new McDonald's opens somewhere in the world every six hours.

In its entire lifetime, the average worker bee produces 1/12th a teaspoon of honey.

Maine is the only state in the United States whose name has just one syllable.

Q is the only letter in the alphabet that does not appear in the name of any state of the United States.

The only river that flows both North and South of the equator is the Congo, It crosses the equator twice.

Every square inch of the human body has an average of 32 million bacteria on it.

It takes 17 muscles to smile -- 43 to frown.

The left lung is smaller than the right lung to make room for the heart.

Avocados have the highest calories of any furit at 167 calories per hundred grams.

The plant life in the oceans make up about 85% of all the greenery on the Earth.

A single little brown bat can catch 1,200 mosquito-sized insects in just one hour.

The largest animal ever seen alive by modern man was a 113.5 foot, 170 ton female blue whale.
 

Heaven will be one empty place so no reason to want to go there. I make this statement after I come home from work and find out Micheal Jackson died today, and that Farrah Fawcett died today also. But guess what all the media and the world is more worried about the 'Child Molestor' more than the 'Angel'.

Come on Farrah has been fighting for her life for many months now, and finally death takes her down after a long battle, and then Micheal's wimpy little pansy ass succumbed as I would expect a 'child molestor' would with the first punch. His goes out with the first little heart problem, and she fights and fights and fights. But who does the public and media focus on, the evil fucker. Yep everyone going straight to Hell and Heaven will be empty.

And poor Ed McMahon has already been forgotten. Those who won the Publisher's Clearing House have already forgotten him while listening to "Thriller"

On the other hand, I really hope that someone bigger than me covers up my death so I can have a funeral in peace rather than millions of people wailing and hurting my spirit's ears. Oh wait, no worries there, if 3 people show up at my funureal it will be full of all my friends And I'll kick any one of their asses if they booo hoooo over me dying. I wanna funeral party with lots of happiness and celebration over any little thing they liked about my life.