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Name: Rick
Birthday: 5/25/1978
Gender: Male


Interests: Metal, Paintball
Expertise: Making sweet music
Occupation: Draftsman
Industry: Ice Cream Cones


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Monday, September 11, 2006

A little closer to ordinary.

I just moved into my new office at work. It has a window. My view is a tree, a memorial bench, and driveway. I share it with about 8 cubic feet of someone elses stuff for now. I still have to use my bosses office to store and file large blueprints. But my name is on the door, and I have a desk, not two folding tables put together to form a desk. Although, I have to admit that the folding table arrangement was quite nice, as long as I adjusted my seat to about a foot and a half off the floor. So as far as the title goes... I feel a little closer to ordinary, or normal. The sterotypical american white male with a (low end) white collar job. There are few strongholds left I have erected (hehe) to keep me from slipping into that stereotype till I become like everyone else.

Moral of the story. I like having my own office. I don't want to be ordinary.


Tuesday, September 05, 2006

This was in my hometown

Case Of The Buried Breast A Bust

Woman's Breast Found Buried Under Pennsylvania Church

(AP) MEADVILLE, Pa. Workers renovating a church unearthed a package of medical waste that contained a woman’s breast, and police believe it was buried there by someone who had cancer.

Officials at the Unitarian Universalist Church of Meadville told police it may have been put there by a woman 10 to 15 years ago who had requested prayers for healing of breast cancer, Meadville police Detective Sgt. Craig Gump said Friday.

Church officials told investigators they do not believe the woman was given permission to bury the breast, which would violate a city ordinance governing the burial of human tissue. But police suspect the woman may have done so anyway, Gump said.

An Erie County pathologist examined the tissue, which was dug up Wednesday by construction crews, and confirmed it was clearly the product of a medical procedure, Gump said. There were medical labels on the plastic package, but police were unable to determine where the surgery took place, Gump said.

Police do not know the woman’s name but were told by church officials that she has since moved from the area. Police decided to close the case Friday because they’re confident no serious crime was committed, Gump said.


Wednesday, August 16, 2006

I'm reminded...

...that God is still hanging around even though I don't pay enough attention to Him. He still does some amazing things despite my absolute stupidity.

I think my priorities are shifting. Things that I thought were super important to me previously are not nearly such. Not that they are not important anymore, but it doesn't suck the life out of me as it used to.

I am scheduled for surgury Oct 3rd. I'm having tonsils removed, tissue removed from my nasal cavity, and tubes in my ear drums. I'm going to be utterly miserable for about 2 weeks, but the end result will be (hopefully) an increased ability to breath, hence not being so utterly tired every day. The tubes are a different story though, I don;t do much breathing through my ears, but the eardrums are a minor nuisance, its just an easy surgury.


Wednesday, August 09, 2006

Old Ladies and Flatulence

So I farted, loudly, during a one sided conversation with an old lady at Craig Beach on Sunday afternoon. The conversation was totally in her favor, unless you're counting words spoken from behind.

Just so you're all not lost, this elderly woman (God Bless her) needed help getting up off the beach and Jae and I were there to valiantly offer a helping hand. A two minute walk to her car in the nearby handicapped parking spot took us about 10 minutes to get to. And when we got to her car, a 30 minute monologue ensued. About 25 minutes into her life history, I felt the familiar pains of abdominal pressure, telling me I had some buildup that needed to be released. We were both very lost in her verbal biography without any final comments in sight, so I thought that if I had expelled this buildup quietly it would be a little humorous reprieve to the situation after Jae noticed the faint smell of methane. (I was going to blame it on the old lady).
Well, there was a slight miscalculation and it wasn't quiet at all. Amazingly, the woman didn't noticed but continued to talk as if nothing had happened. To make matters worse, good things come in twos, and after the second eruption, it was all either of us could do to maintain composure. She just kept talking though, obliviously. It was pretty wierd.


Friday, July 28, 2006

Myspace is being Gay

My iPod was replaced last night, which was a relief. I'll remember not to leave it in my pocket from now on.

My boss has moved back from Arizona. He's usurped my shared office (formerly shared with him) and I am getting my own office. You'd think I'd be more excited, but I'm not.

I like finding pictures on my phone from my wife and boys. It's like finding a mint under your pillow. Unless it was a bathroom mint, then that would be gross.

Whenever Gina's camera is within reaching distance, Mordecai will take it in the morning and go on a picture taking rampage. The photos are funny, knowing they were taken by a 5 year old boy. I'll have to post some sometime.



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