Edmund's Delight

Something Big

2007-03-05T14:40:00.000-06:00

It always takes something big to get someone out of retirement. I know Jordan came back for a while. I don't remember why but I'm sure it was for something big. I'm pretty sure Scotty Pippen came back too. Well now I'm back and it's because of something huge.

"Spring BREAK" or "SPRING break"

2006-04-16T11:35:00.000-05:00

A debate has been taking Dordt's campus by storm. Actually, just South View 208 and the 6 people I know at this college. It all started when I noticed Aaron saying spring break a little funny. I noticed that Aaron stresses "spring" instead of "break". After hearing it for a few weeks I decided to throw the issue on the table.

"Aaron," I said, "I think you say spring break funny."

This simple comment sparked a fire that took all of our 4 friends by surprise. Soon we were debating the proper way to say string cheese and a host of other two word combos.

Aaron reasoned, "I want people to know what break I'm talking about so I say SPRING break. Same with the cheese - what type of cheese? STRING cheese!"

Nice try Aaron. Regardless of your reasoning, you still sound funny.

Sick to the Core

2005-11-04T10:23:00.000-06:00

Does Apple Computers make anyone else feel nauseous (besides Luke)?

Calvin Christian - The real S.D.C.

2005-10-27T21:19:00.000-05:00

What happened when the butcher backed into the meat grinder?
He got a little "behind" in his work.

That's how I feel - a little "behind". I have been meaning to write a bit about the California kids and their Dordt visit. For starters, check out the whole crew:

Dark shirts and shaggy hair were popular by the men in the group and tight, girl jeans followed no rules when it came to gender. All in all, I was impressed by the large group of CCS High students.

The boys and girls that came to visit were delightful. Surprisingly, they are nothing like the kids on Laguna Beach or the O.C. Apparently the So-Cal lifestyle has not gone to any of their heads. Except for the fact that they all have iPods; however, I'm not so sure they paid for all of them:

Goldie Locks

2005-09-22T19:44:00.000-05:00

He thought he was done with Dordt College. Ironically, he has hair again.

BTW, I think I saw Bill at a Dordt dance in a cute, little, pink skirt. Aaron reports on this breaking story.

True Love

2005-09-18T16:22:00.000-05:00

I'ma get get get it Poppin'

2005-09-15T15:05:00.000-05:00

No, Fat Joe and Nelly are not in the library with me. But let me tell you about another couple I "caught" behind the book shevles.

It all began when I was walking to the back corner of the library to find a science textbook for a lesson plan. As I was meandering through the books, I saw a couple hiding behind the books doing something odd. At that point I should have turned and ran to the social studies section but instead I got curious. As I got closer I saw that the boyfriend was sitting on a chair and the girlfriend was standing up with her hands on his face. Too weird I thought, what could she be doing? Well if the title of this blog doesn't give it away - she was get get get it poppin'. Yep, little Miss Pops-a-lot couldn't handle the zit on her boyfriend's forehead and she decided to get rid of it next to the science section.

Isn't it ironic? Don't you think?

Surprises should be good things not bad things

2005-09-11T22:05:00.000-05:00

Many of you already know that Mr. Faber surprised Aaron by coming to Iowa this past weekend. What many of you don't know is that I knew Mr. Faber was coming out so I asked my mom to send some contact solution with him (it's really expensive at the local Wal-Mart). I made the request for contact solution via email and this is the humorous response that I got from my mom:

(Important background info: My mom will be a chaperone for the Dordt visit weekend at the end of September when my brother, Jonathan Cooper, Mark Veldkamp, Reuben Faber... come to visit.)

"I'll try to send some with Mr. F. They love to surprise him don't they. What happened to us? We don't do surprises. Must be my fault. I like to know what's going on. I should have surprised you that I was coming with the kids. Maybe I'll surprise you and not really come. Or maybe I'll tell you that I'm not coming and come anyway. Maybe I'll surprise you by coming at a different time or not showing up with the kids and coming a day later so that I can surprise you that I didn't come but that I really did come. If I really planned it right I think I could surprise you. Maybe I'll surprise you by not sending the solution with Mr. F. Would that be a surprise? No I think surprises should be good things not bad things."

Thanks Mom, for brightening up my cloudy day!

Shoot

2005-09-02T09:33:00.000-05:00

Bite me

2005-08-30T16:14:00.000-05:00

I've always thought this girl with Cooper looked familiar - now I know why.

P.S. I'm back.

I'm Not Wine-ing

2005-05-17T10:40:00.000-05:00

If you've accidentally clicked on my blog while trying to find out what Aaron is doing in Europe - you're in for two surprises. First, Aaron's back in Escondido - you can change your homepage back to www.escondidourc.org. Second, I'm going to write about something that happened at church.

The Wine Situation

I don't know much about wine - but I can tell you right now that the wine we had for communion last week was on sale. I understand that the quality of wine is not important for the symbolism but the coughing of the church also seemed to point at something - we need new wine.

I'm not sure how our church purchases anything (wine, grape juice, cookies & juice, etc.) but it is rarely "mixed up". I mean, we've had the same cookies & juice as long as the cadets have been singing "Living for Jesus" on Cadet Sunday. I'm not bitter, actually my favorite memories are the times we would sneak back to the cookie table for more orange flavored juice and a couple more sprinkled cookies from Cosco.

So what can we do? Well if there truly is a hidden room at church stocked full of orange flavored juice, sprinkle cookies, and this new wine - then we'll be drinking this wine till Cooper becomes a deacon (8 years?). But if wine is purchased monthly then we may have a chance.

Manishevitz anyone?

Lucky Dogs

2005-04-23T13:25:00.000-05:00

Dear Calvin College,

You win.

Sincerely,

Dordt

Oh, you like my girlfriend, huh? I guess you'll be taking Level 3 again next year.

2005-04-20T23:04:00.000-05:00

Today, another day at the pool was not just “another day at the pool". I had to defend my manhood by failing a 2nd grader for talking about my girlfriend. Before you comment on what seems to be a terrible injustice - let me explain.

I walked out to the pool for lessons and was once again bombarded with questions. Sometimes I wonder if these kids plot little schemes together so I will be completely shocked when they unleash them on me, but then I remember that they are in 2nd grade and they can barely remember what side of their bathing suit goes forward.

Anyway, today the first question seemed innocent enough.

Dan: "Did you break up with your girlfriend?"
ME: "Nope."

Dan: "Oh ok... cause Andrew wants to kiss her."
Andrew: "No way!! I just think she's hot, that's all."

Oh no, I thought. I'm doomed. This kid Andrew has everything on me. Sure he’s small, but he's smart, funny, and he even looks better than me in a bathing suit. Kelley will definitely choose him over me; she always tells me how much she likes 2nd graders - what should I do?

Wait a minute, I thought. It's testing day. I'll just fail little Andrew and he'll lose all confidence and never realize that he has a chance with Kelley.

"Ok everyone, jump in the water - time to do your bobs!" I said with a mischievous smirk on my face.

Welcome to Teaching Math

2005-04-18T16:33:00.000-05:00

Inspired by the stupidity of people portrayed in other blogs, I thought I would give you a few quotes from my last math class. Keep in mind that these are fellow teachers (females) who will go on to teach your sons and daughters.

"What is area?"
"How do I find the area of a rectangle if the sides are 2 and 6?"
"I don't understand what squared means."
"So what part of the circle is the diameter?"

No, geometry was not introduced today. We are actually on volume of cylinders and such (6th grade math). Some reason the girl forgot the entire 2nd grade math that we went over last week.

She's my girlfriend - but don't tell her.

2005-04-15T10:18:00.000-05:00

My 2nd grade swimming lesson class was very interested to hear that I have a girlfriend. I told them about three weeks ago and everyday since, when they arrive the chant begins: "Where's your girrrllllll friennddddd?!?!"

So, after telling Kelley that my 2nd graders ask about her, she begged for the chance to meet my little boys and girls. Kelley’s attendance to the beginning of my class was hilarious. All of the little boys became really embarrassed when I introduced her as my girlfriend. And the two little girls looked up with smiles that seemed to say, "Awwwwwwwww."

After she left, the boys went crazy with excitement and the questions started to fly. Little Max said, "Does she...does she...umm... does she know that she's your... your girlfriend." Then Andrew chimed in, "You know what you should do? You should tell her that she's hot!" Daniel, the boy sitting next to Andrew, was completely in shock. He said, "John! Andrew just called your girlfriend hot!" Oh course, Andrew was completely defensive, "No John, I said that YOU should tell her that SHE is hot."

While I was being bombarded with questions and suggestions, I was gazing off in the distance with a smile on my face - remembering a time when you didn't have to tell girls that you were going out with them.

Bear does what?

2005-04-13T22:20:00.000-05:00

I observe a very diverse middle school classroom in Sioux City, Iowa. To give you a glimpse of the diversity, I thought I would share with you the names of two of my students.

Thomas Bearcomesout
Cinnamon Flyinghawk

After discovering names like these, only something like "Paprika Beartakesdump" will impress me.

Until tomorrow!

Poetry Day

2005-04-12T17:05:00.000-05:00

This original work, created by me, is a work in progress. Not only did I mold this poem, but it molded me. And for that, I can only thank the inspiration to my work. Thank you.

L is for Lively,
your announcement barely surprised me.

O is for Open
you don't have legitate kin.

V is for Vanishing,
no one saw you in "I'll Do Anything (1994)".

E is for Ears,
when you sing, it drives me to tears (or beers).

Love.

2005-04-11T13:47:00.000-05:00

Sometimes, Iowa smells like pee.

Ode to Rosie

2005-03-25T12:44:00.000-06:00

I had a few minutes to waste,
so the Internet I went to in haste.

So if you have time to spare,
and what you see you don't really care,
you need to check out this site,

Watchout!

What you see you will not delight.

But it keeps me warm...

2005-03-22T16:16:00.000-06:00

People have been talking. So it's time for the truth to come out. I bought the same coat as Aaron, a few months ago.

I wish I didn't do it, but it feels so good. It's hard to resist the Gap clearance rack. I'm sorry.

Bags only sir

2005-03-21T14:08:00.000-06:00

Click on the picture for more pictures or click here.

A small anecdote:

Washington was my favorite part of our East Coast tour for SB 05. Kyle, Bri, Kelley and I had a great time together. My last visit there was during a 7th grade D.C. trip with Mr. Memmelaar when Linsey Bradshaw was my girlfriend. I believe I talked to her twice on that trip, but hey--you can't hurry love, right? Now she's probably kicking down doors and arresting drug dealers with SDPD; she always was a bit rough to me.

Anyway, this time, things were different in Washington. Since 9-11, every place feels like an airport because of the tightened security. On our way into the Smithsonian Air and Space Museum, I was ready for the same routine that we had been following all that day.

"Place your bags on the x-ray belt and walk through the metal detector," the old man lazily mumbled as if the phrase had become a burden to repeat. But I was ready for him and his little procedure. Since I hate buzzing while going through the metal detectors, I had everything remotely metal in my jacket so I could simply hand him the jacket and slip through the metal detector, undetected.

"Here's my jacket," I said in an extremely pleasant tone (I was trying to counteract his bad attitude).
"Just bags sir," he repeated as if he was about to fall asleep.

Still being perky and thinking he didn't hear me, I repeated myself, "Here's my jacket."
"Just bags sir."

Realizing he DID hear me, but still thinking that my jacket was an exception, I said, “But here's my jacket; my keys are in the pocket.”
Annoyed, with a little more force, "Just bags sir," he replied while never looking up at me.

The line was getting shorter and I was getting scared. I didn't want to walk through the metal detector and have everyone look at me while I spread my arms and legs to get dreaded "pat-down".

"Sir! My jacket, it's going to set off the alarm! Please, take it!" I was begging for his attention; "Look at me while I'm talking to you", I thought.

"BAGS ONLY SIR!" He said, finally looking me straight in the eyes. Now, being more scared of him than the metal detector, I held my breath and stumbled through—head down, outstretched arm, jacket in hand, and wincing. Shortly after opening my eyes and realizing I made it through "unalarmed", I found out they were not using the metal detector in the Smithsonian that day. But I didn't care; I had made a friend—a friend who had only one thing to say to me:

"Bags only sir."

If you missed the link at the top, click here!

Forever 21?

2005-03-16T13:26:00.000-06:00

I know you are all dying to ask, "Does it feel different to be 21?" The answer is "yes."

I have had one beer since I have been able to have beer, and the beer was weird. The beer itself wasn't odd but drinking the beer was different. I enjoyed the beer but I constantly was thinking, "I'm allowed to do drink this beer?" I felt like I needed a brown paper bag to hide the beer. Before 21, beer was out-of-bounds, so drinking beer will beer something I have beerter get used to.

Good Clean Fun

2005-03-06T15:27:00.000-06:00

It's about that time again—I’m getting down to the end of my bar of soap.

There's something special about getting to the end of a bar of soap, but something sad at the same time. On one hand, the soap has been my companion, learning every square inch of my body. He has given himself to me, making my scent an Icy Blast of coolness. And what have I done for him? Nothing. All I’ve done is put him situations he didn’t want to be in.

But on the other hand, a small piece of soap is kind of fun. When he gets to be the right size, he sticks to my body. The little guy will just magically sit on my chest while I take the time to shampoo my hair. But I always seem to forget that after an aggressive lather, my small friend can mysteriously slip away. Then I am left wondering—where did he go? Is it time for a new bar of soap or is my old friend still hiding on my body somewhere?

As the World Swims

2005-03-03T12:05:00.000-06:00

Swim team today was drama central. I felt like I was the director of a terrible, terrible TV soap.

Many things happened: I snagged a girl from the water, lifted her up, and explained to her the reason she should be swimming instead of floating like a jelly fish. The brother and sister combo kept kicking each other under water, when confronted, the 7-year-old boy said, "It was an accident!" Another little 8-year-old decided she didn't know how to count and would swim 2 laps instead of the required 8. When I told her she only swam two she said, "But I counted!" Sometimes I wonder...

But one situation topped them all. One young 7-year-old made my day and possibly my career of teaching swimming lessons.

The boy's name is Teddy—a chubby, selfish, and conniving little 7-year-old, who will do anything to get out of swimming. Today, his tummy hurt. He was going to throw-up.

Sometimes I handle these plots & schemes better than other days; often, he knows, I will let him set outside of the pool. But today I decided to handle it differently.

I frantically yelled, "Oh my goodness Teddy!!! Get out of the pool if you are going to throw-up!!! Hurry! Hurry! Go stand over the trash can!"

So Teddy waddled over to the trashcan and stood with his head over it, looking like a frenchman ready for the guillotine to chop off his head. I continued watching the swimming lane and instructing swimmers on their strokes, often glancing over at Teddy. I noticed that every time I would look at Teddy, he would "pretend" throw-up in the trashcan and then "wipe" his mouth in disgust from the taste. I couldn't believe it; I had found a new game to play. I continued to watch the swimmers and periodically shift my eyes to Teddy so that he would see me looking and begin his throw-up routine once again. It became a game to me, my glance was all that was needed to see chubby little teddy hurl his face into the trashcan and pull the infamous "wipe the mouth clean".

After this game had lost its fun, I went over to Teddy to find out his explanation for the lack of throw-up in the garbage. I asked him where it was and he pointed to a small loogy on the side of the plastic bag. I chuckled and went back to my lane.

Later, Teddy came up to me with a very important question:

Teddy: "John? Can I go to the bathroom?"
Frustrated me: "Why?"

Teddy: "Because I have to... (He looks down at his crotch)"
Me: "You have to what?"

Teddy in a whiny voice: "I have to... (grabs his crotch and looks down again)"
Me, knowing exactly what he needs to do: "Teddy, I don't know what you are talking about. Just tell me."

Teddy: "I have to... I don't know how to spell it.... P.E.E.?"
Me: "Oh, you have to P.E.E., why did you spell it out?"

Teddy: "Because I don't people to know what I am going to do in there."

What Teddy doesn't realize is that jumping up and down, while grabbing and staring at one's crotch is the universal pee sign. Even Cooper could have told him that (he still does it).

iGot an iPod

2005-03-01T10:31:00.000-06:00

Yep. You heard me right—I bought an iPod.

But, before Cooper tries to give me a pat on the back, Aaron prepares to give me a "high-five" and Bill gives me his tips on iTunes, I have a confession to make. I stole it from Cooper over Christmas break.

Ok, that's not true; the confession is that I didn't listen to all of the "blogger" advice. I bought an iPod mini. The reason is, the iPod mini recently dropped in price. I bought a silver, 4G iPod mini from the Apple store for $180. Before, many of you reasoned, "Well the mini is $250 and the regular is $300, why not just pay $50 more for 16 more gigs?" At the time, you were right. But now, 1000 songs for $180 will do me just fine.

I mean what's $180 anyways: Bill probably makes that an hour, Cooper drops that in a week on Mexican food, 180 times 10 and I could buy Aaron's camera, and 180 times 50 is what Luke would have made if he put his money in aapl.

The silver beauty should be here by Spring break and I hope to get a few books on tape/sermons on it before we take our road trip to the East Coast. Any suggestions for books or sermons?

Fresh vids from America

2005-02-27T15:25:00.000-06:00

To all who have access to Jeff's ftp, there is a marvelous video at your fingertips. Anyone can enjoy this wonderful piece of media but the target audience is the boyz abroad. Kyle, Jim, and I have created a video with b-ball, boxing, and bowling. So make your way over to the ftp and look for the vid titled "Go West".

Goofing off

2005-02-24T13:12:00.000-06:00

Aaron and his friends are always having a good time.

Re: I am sick of stupid girls

2005-02-23T10:21:00.000-06:00

The reason for my response is to clarify two specific things:

1. Not all Elementary Education girls fit the description of kid-loving and hungry.
2. Not all Elementary Education girls think I'm funny.

Sorry for any incovenience this may have caused...

I am sick of stupid girls

2005-02-22T13:58:00.000-06:00

Elementary education classes have become increasingly upsetting lately and this time it was Math. The problem is that many elementary education majors don't know when to keep their mouth shut.

Apparently most of them missed the theme of Proverbs: If you're a fool, keep your mouth shut and no one will know.

This particular class period, a few different people were assigned to practice their lesson plans while the remaining class played the part of the students. The girl that was teaching us about the metric system today looked shy and not very confident. Immediately, I felt bad for this girl and decided I would be a respectful student by answering her questions and following her directions.

As she started off, stuttering and talking in an extremely quiet voice, I leaned in and listened very carefully. I was disturbed within seconds as the girl next to me began frantically fumbling with her candy wrapper in order to satisfy her enormous sugar craving. This small disturbance created a waterfall of disaster. Girls, pretending to be 5th graders, started talking back and forth while the teacher was trying to explain inches. Being the only boy in the class, I was up in arms. There was nothing I could do to control this mess of chatting...

"Unless…" I said to myself with a grin.
"Quick girls! There's a 3rd grader in the hallway looking to give away donuts and he has a cute older brother who is looking for a wife!!"

I knew their secret. I have been engulfed in their lives for the last three years—waiting, watching, and memorizing their wants and desires. I knew the three weakness (in no particular order) of all Elementary Ed girls:

1. Kids
2. Food
3. Getting their MRS degree

Needless to say, all the girls ran for the 3rd grader with the donuts and the older brother, found nothing and said, "Oh John, you're so funny."

So if you are looking for a career and/or a mate, you have three choices: Calvin, Trinity, or Dordt. And as quickly as possible, find the elementary education program.

Time for Tumnus

2005-02-13T17:28:00.000-06:00

You need to check this out; this post tells the true story of what life is now like without a few close roomates.

But please be careful; once you have Tea with Tumnus, you may never be able to put down that delicious cup again (it's better than Turkish Delight, unless you ask Edmund).

Wet Socks & Far off Places

2005-02-13T11:39:00.000-06:00

As a swim coach, swimming lesson teacher, and water areobic instructor, I can do some amazing things with water. This "move" usually looks better with a water noodle, but at the time, I had no noodle. With or without the noodle, it's still called, "the rocking horse squat w/ a sissor kick"

Fat kids float

2005-02-10T23:36:00.000-06:00

As the swim coach of the Sioux Center Sea Hawks, I have come to the conclusion that all kids under the age of 10, don't know what exercise feels like.

I coach swimmers (ages of 6 to 11) twice a week. When I ask these children (about 16 total) to swim, they gladly take off to do their laps. But every day, without exception, there will be at least 3 of these "eager little swimmers" that find some reason not to swim more than one lap.

Tuesday, a little girl about 8 years old, told me her hand hurt. Last week it was her legs. She doesn't realize that when you swim, your body moves and is therefore in the process of exercising. On Tuesday she told me that her imaginary cut "only needs a waterproof Band-Aid", then it would be fine. Needless to say, I didn't get her a Band-Aid.

Another little girl is the laziest 6 year old I have ever seen, and she knows it. She told me, "I like being lazy." A normal day begins with me asking Alexis to swim 10 laps and her swimming a mere two, then saying, "Done." We then argue about how many laps she still has to do, oh well, she's six.

Even if the last time you ran was in Mr. Stout's PE class, you realize what exercise feels like. My kids, when they feel winded, they assume they are sick. If their legs hurt from swimming, something must be wrong.

Where's the old saying when you need it, "No pain, no gain." Well, I can tell you it’s not in lanes 1 & 2 at the All Season Center in Sioux Center, Iowa.

Why must I wander like a cloud, following the crowd?

2005-02-09T08:46:00.000-06:00

This morning while I was brushing my teeth, I began to hum this little ditty:

Go west young man
Go west young man
When the evil go east...

Then I thought to myself, why in the world am I singing this song? Am I looking for a reason, roaming through the night to find my place in this world, MY PLACE IN THIS WOOOORRRLD!? No, that can't be it. Anyway, I took it as a sign and listened to the song before my 8 o'clock class. So far my day has been spectacular.

I recommend that everyone finds this song and listens to it; if you can't find this masterpiece, it might be on your 8th grade graduation video.

The cat had my tongue (and the butter)

2005-02-06T21:27:00.000-06:00

Today after church, I went to a friend's house for Sunday dinner. I was standing by the beautifully set table when I saw the cat jump onto the table, between the array of plates and cups. While I was wondering how this cat got so large (and could still jump), I saw the cat move briskly toward the stick of butter. Before I could say or do anything, the cat got a few good licks in on the butter. Quickly, Kyle snagged the cat off the table before anyone else saw what the cat had done. I wanted to tell the host what had happened but Kyle said they would throw the whole stick of butter away. I guess it's better that I didn't say anything.

Up in arms

2005-02-02T10:07:00.000-06:00

My armpits are really sore.

My right armpit seems to have a rash underneath it, and my left seems to be moving that direction. Could it be from the wintery weather? I go in the pool 3 times a week and shower daily so maybe it's just dry; I don't really know--that's why I am pleading for an answer.

WHAT CAN I DO?!?!

So until I get an answer (Eric's mom?), I will stay "up-in-arms" and will not be wearing my cutoff to the gym.

Rich-WHAT? Richmond. Rich-WHAT? Richmond.

2005-01-30T11:09:00.000-06:00

I'm not sure if I have told any of you this before, but I DID meet Samuel L. Jackson over Christmas break. Samuel's probably only called me on the phone a dozen times since then. He only calls when he needs advice about movies or girls-stuff like that. I usually don't tell anyone cause to me, it's not that big of a deal. I guess some people get excited about movie stars, well not me. I guess after your sister is on Fear Factor, your girlfriend on Price is Right, and Samuel L. Jackson gives your phone number out to all his Hollywood friends, it gets a little old.

Anyway, Samuel gave me a ring today; this is how it went down:

SLJ: What up J, how you been? I haven't seen you since the golf tourney in Hawaii.
J: Holla back Jack, you know how I roll.

SLJ: So how you been homie?
J: I been chillin'... what about you? You make any movies lately?

SLJ: Yeah Dawg, you best go out and see my new flick, Coach Carter. It's the shizzz.
J: For real? I got this girl who might want to PAR-TIC-I-PATE, you know; I'll check it.

SLJ: Who you rollin' with these days? That same one? You ain't spittin' your game no longer?
J: Naaa boooy. I'm just sittin'. She all right.

So I went and I have a few things to say. I was really happy with SLJ's role as Coach Carter. He had class and gave everyone respect. He wouldn't let his players say "the n-word" because he said how degrading it is. A few people could learn a lesson from him (smiley :).

Also, the movie never turned racial; it was never a conflict where white, rich boys would pick on the black, inner-city kids. Coach Carter of Richmond High gave the black kids a positive role model; I was impressed.

I didn't cry, and I didn't make fun of squatting runners; but I had a great time.

So take your pick, movie reviews are a dime a dozen these days. But, if you feel you got nuthin' to do and you want to chill wit some fat beats, you know where to go.

Icehouse & Sonic

2005-01-29T13:49:00.000-06:00

At first glance, this post could possibly be about Sonic the Hedgehog getting a little tipsy. But, there is a dead give away that tells you that I am not talking about my favorite Sega character drinking—he wouldn't drink Icehouse. First of all, Tails would be very upset if he had to drink Icehouse with Sonic, Tails would say, "I help you pick up all those stupid coins and you buy a thirty pack for $10.99. I mean seriously, I'm a fox."

No, no, I had a different type of encounter with Sonic last night; I was his master and controller. I went to lake Okoboji to go ice fishing and we stayed at a friend's house, right on the lake. I had a great time going back and forth from the little icehouse to the real house--walking on water!! But that's not where I ran into Sonic. I found out that one of the TV's in the house had a Sega hooked up to it, and instantly, I was soon hooked up to the Sega. I played Sonic the Hedgehog for hours, sometimes with others, sometimes by myself, but I didn't care. I was reliving my junior high years, completing levels like "Hill Top" & "Casino Night", and remembering to free all the little cute animals at the end of each level.

Yes, of course the ice fishing was neat. It was my first time walking on a frozen lake and cramming in an icehouse with 15 guys. But come-on, what would you do? Would you step down to Mr. Robotnik?

You're kidding, right?

2005-01-25T23:25:00.000-06:00

While browsing across the www, I came across the most ridiculous post on 'myspace'. It almost drove me to the point of violence. Listen to this junior high girl (I'm assuming) make herself feel better, it's hilarious:

1. At least 2 people in this world love you so much they would die for you.
2. At least 15 people in this world love you in some way.
3. The only reason anyone would ever hate you is because they want to be just like you.
4. A smile from you can bring happiness to anyone, even if they don't like you.
5. Every night, SOMEONE thinks about you before they go to sleep.
6. You mean the world to someone.
7. If not for you, someone may not be living.
8. You are special and unique.
9. Someone that you don't even know exists, loves you.
10. When you make the biggest mistake ever, something good comes from it.
11. When you think the world has turned its back on you, take a look: you most likely turned your back on the world.
12. When you think you have no chance of getting what you want, you probably won't get it, but if you believe in yourself, probably, sooner or later, you will get it.
13. Always remember the compliments you received. Forget about the rude remarks.
14. Always tell someone how you feel about them; you will feel much better when they know. 15. If you have a great friend, take the time to let them know that they are great.

My personal fav is either #3 or #11; I can't decide. Either way, I feel better about myself now. Well, I'm off to bed, according to #5, I'll be thinking of one of you (or maybe Star Jones and a nice warm hot tub).

Red & Yellow, Black & White (we're all precious...)

2005-01-23T21:50:00.000-06:00

I am happy to announce a great friend of mine has now joined the blog-o-sphere; L-train himself is on the information highway.

I couldn't help noticing that the template for his blog looks very similar to these two items. Maybe it's just me, but Aaron, if he starts reading Mein Kampf, we all need to get a little more worried.

Tonight was an ETM meeting (Early Teen Ministries) at the local CRC, and we had a blast. We played Mafia 'til our fingers bled.

Kyle and I drove around earlier this afternoon and took some pictures, he got some good ones, I didn't. We went here.

But seriously, Lawren, now that your in Europe, I have some important advice. Don't settle for some crazy left-winged hippie, your better than that.

I'd like to introduce you to my new friend—Globalization

2005-01-22T01:31:00.000-06:00

Yes, I'm going to say it, I LOVE globalization. Whatcha gonna do Lawren, you're miles and miles away? You and your little buddy Ted Kennedy can't do anything, cause we all know what he's probably doing right now--HICCUP.

Globalization is the increasing interconnectedness of people and places through converging processes: political, economic and so on... Without it, I would not be able to hear from Aaron everyday. And despite what Lawren says, he loves it too. Sure globalization carries a little baggage but hey, "If you want to make an omelet, you have to break a few eggs", right?

"Tell'm George"
-Donnie Darko

I got 99 problems but Aaron ain't one

2005-01-20T19:34:00.000-06:00

By the time Aaron reads this, he will be in Holland. I am extremely happy for him and I want him to have the best time, full of many experiences. But, at the same time, I want my time here to pass quickly. The sooner I come home, the sooner we can be reunited.

So pray for Aaron, Jessica, Chad, Lawren, Joe Tiersma, and all the other Dordt students in Holland, when you get a chance (everyday). They'll be doing a lot of traveling and I want them home safe.

AND—to all you new Europeans, a little advice:

Don't bathe, let your hair grow long, buy a trench coat, and ditch your shoes. Make sure you know what types of desserts are ok—Space Brownies from the local "coffee shop" are no good, simple indulge in these.

And of course in the words of Mrs. Cooper, "Be safe, be good, and have fun."

You lose, I Quinn

2005-01-19T10:43:00.000-06:00

8 o'clock class periods can go really well if you have an entertaining professor and I have Gary Vander Plaats. Today, in the middle of Personal Finance, he said, "Hey, did you guys ever watch "Dr. Quinn, Medicine Woman"?

At that moment, I was transported back to a Friday night, sitting on the couch with my whole family, watching TGIF. We would laugh; we would cry. We would even embrace each other in "bear hugs" during commercials. Those were the days when my biggest worry was missing a "toss" from Mrs. Hickox and being hit in the face with a starburst.

GVP continued to say, "Remember that time Sully threw that axe..." But I was gone--thinking of a time when Jane Seymour not only fixed the deer with the gunshot wound, but fixed my little, broken junior high heart.

Sinful weather?

2005-01-17T20:07:00.000-06:00

Just now, my face has once again, become warm. I have been sitting inside the library for about 15 minutes and I am now, finally thawed. Those who has never felt the pain of walking in northwest Iowa in the middle of January, I envy you. But while I was walking to the library in -15 degree wind, cursing the freezing wind, I thought to myself, "Has the world always been like this?"

I was thinking in the context of the fall of man. Yes, we all know that Eve pulled Adam down with her but what was the weather like? Now I am sure the Garden of Eden was precisely that, a garden, but I am talking about 'East of Eden’—what was the rest of the world like?

Were their places like Iowa? Were winters terribly bitter and unbearable? I don't think anyone on earth enjoys walking outside right now. Show me someone who likes walking outside in negative degrees and I will show you a looney!

All of creation was affected by the fall, correct? Tsunami's, mudslides, avalanches—OH MY!

It reminds me a bit of what my friend Michael Horton wrote in the Modern Reformation (I spend to much time on Bill's Blog) in an article called Singing the Blues with Jesus. If you haven’t read it yet, you should—R.C. has.

Help me with my Pod-blem

2005-01-16T01:26:00.000-06:00

I think I want an iPod.

I know two faithful iPodders that will quickly urge me to follow in their footsteps. No, Cooper does not count as two people just because he bought more than one iPod. I am talking about Cooper AND Bill. If you haven't read Bill's latest blog about the beauty of the iPod, I strongly suggest reading that right now.

Now, I am not a rash person. I have thought this through. I will definitely use it in my car, while riding dirt bikes and mountain bikes, and while jogging. But I still want advice--here's what I am thinking right now:

I am thinking I will throw down the $250 and get a iPod mini. It only holds 1o00 songs but it is small and I could use it while I am jogging. Plus it's adorable. I may wait to purchase the iTrip and just use a tape adapter till I feel justified for spending more money.

So what do you guys think? Am I right to go with the iPod mini? Should I spend the extra $50 for the standard iPod which holds 5000 songs? Will the size of the "normal iPod" be too big? I need your input.

Looking Back...

2005-01-12T23:58:00.000-06:00

Thinking back on my Christmas break, I really had a great time but I never shared with my bloggers all the fun I had, so now, I will tell you all about it.

I spent some time in Hawaii, which many of you know. We had a great time even though we had a few days of rain.

Also, for any golf fans, I went to the Mercedes Pro/Am (in Hawaii) and I saw Tiger, Els, Daley, Appleby, and many other greats. But the person that I was most excited about seeing isn't even a golfer, he is an actor. See if you recognize this:

"Nobody's gonna hurt anybody. We're gonna be like three little Fonzies here. And what's Fonzie like? Come on Yolanda what's Fonzie like?"

Yes, that's right. I saw Samuel L. Jackson. I shook his hand and he had quite a firm grip. Remember him? He was in Jurassic Park and Deep Blue Sea... What else did I do?

I gave Kelley a gift that she absolutely loved, Aaron and I rode (work safe)... I cooked a turkey underground... I golfed... And watched my mom shoot more clay pigeons that I did... I met someone (Luke, guess how old...) I helped Cooper steal a car (he did most of the work)...

I miss home, but I especially miss all my boyz. Remember Zack's cut out of Kelly, the one where she is in her volleyball uniform and has a ball under her arm? I have one of each of you. Cooper is holding a wrench (with his dirty, dirty hands), Luke a computer, Aaron all the money that we just made off of Apple (in one dollar bills), and Eric is holding Aaron.

All that mail is for me?

2005-01-11T15:04:00.000-06:00

I checked my mail today and boy was I surprised.

My mailbox was packed full of letters, magazines, and even small packages. I went to the mail lady and she pulled out a box full of even more mail because all my package didn't fit in the little box.

It took my faithful friend Jim Brinks, his backpack, me, my packpack and we had all of the "goodies" back to the room. Apparently, I recieve the magazine Hispanic something or other and Black entertainment. If you know me at all, neither of these magazines suit me very well...

Here today, gone to-Maui

2005-01-07T15:27:00.000-06:00

I don't have much time to post but I wanted to ensure the world that I am home safe from Hawaii. I may post more later, on the situations that the Tiersma family "got themselves into." As a matter of fact, I will post more later along with some pictures.

But for now, I'll write just a bit:

I was surprised at the number of conch shells and their importance in Hawaiian events. After our church service started with the "blowing of the conch shell", I had a sudden urge to run to the beach and dance around a camp fire, followed by tossing a rock down a hill on a fat kid named Piggy. Of course, I didn't do this because the hand holding/circle of love/singing songs prohibited me from this.

Oh, Luke, check aapl today...

The real slim Aaron

2004-12-29T20:28:00.000-06:00

I was searching for an old picture and I ran across these two fantastic photos. Aaron was in his prime.

Ok, now I am going to Hawaii.

A time for prayer

2004-12-29T15:07:00.000-06:00

I too, am back.

My return is due to a bit of pressure from my dear friend from the beautiful town Lynden. If your eyes just lit up because of the name Lynden, feel free to post on his blog, ask him if he knows "Marty Den Hoogen or Helpring Vanden Huevel" (or whoever your connection might be), and fulfill you Dutch bingo desires.

My true reason for this post is to once again refer you to a familiar name on Edmunds Delight, Rose Carlucci. I have devoted entire posts to this dear friend/WWC grandma, but this time the occasion is more serious.

Rose has been diagnosed with a brain aneurism, one that reaches 6mm in size. I don't know much about brain aneurisms but I assume that anything inside one's head, even something as small as 6mm, is a big deal. She has been in the hospital for the last 10 days and I have not had an opportunity to visit her; the reason is not because I am not available or willing but because she can not accept any visitors at this time. So I ask that my faithful bloggers will also be faithful in their prayers for Rose Carlucci.

On a lighter note, I will be leaving for a family vacation to Hawaii tomorrow morning. I will be gone for precisely one week and I will take lots of pictures. Stay tuned for a post-Hawaii post and some more news about Rose.

Missing you...

2004-12-20T10:12:00.000-06:00

I got a call from my buddy Spencer and I hope to go out to lunch with him today, maybe tomorrow. I miss hanging out with WWC people at the pool. I'm going there today in hope to see a few of the "front office ladies" and my boss Steve, if all goes to plan I hope to see my 83 year-old friend Rose.

My friend Dianna had a few pictures of our last lifeguard party--I don't have any, maybe I could get a link to that site. I only have one picture from the summer, it's a good picture but I look WAY different since I have been in Iowa.

Another goal of mine is to get a hold of Megan, we need to visit our little friend Sarah. I'll try to get her number today by rummaging through the files at the club--I'm good at stuff like that.

On a topic away from work, I went to Luke's last night. We watched more SBTB then you can shake a stick at. Robert showed up in his PJ's.

Going back to Cali, strictly for the weather, women and the weed...

2004-12-16T14:57:00.000-06:00

Well I'm home again, and it's good to be back.

My first day consisted of waking up at 7:45, dropping my sister off at work, taking the car to get an oil change, going out to eat with Nathan Van Egmond, helping my mom clean a house, and watching my brothers JV soccer game at Calvin Christian.

Tonight, I plan on spending the evening with Cooper, Luke, and Aaron.

Like I said--It's good to be back.

A run-in with Catholicism

2004-12-14T13:13:00.000-06:00

Remember the classic movie scene where "that guy” says something at a party and the music comes to a screeching halt and all eyes give him a disgusted look? I was that guy last night…

I walked into my RA's room because he was having a Christmas party, it was a joyous occasion to celebrate this wonderful season; however, it didn't stay joyous in that room much longer. The crowd was casually talking about theology, a topic that I too, like to participate in. One fiery young lady who I have grown to fear, Ali, was talking about how the Creeds and Confession course at Dordt was not "open-minded" enough for her. She then went on to explain to us that she was Catholic and she wished the course would have been accepting of different denominations.

Now this is the part where I decided to participate and since I had not said anything to this point, everyone was quiet to hear what insight I had to share.

I said, with a speck of confidence, "Well Catholicism isn't really a denomination..."

Instantly, and I mean instantly, all heads turned my way and heard a few faint gasps, including a hushed "Oh my". Ali looked up at me and said, "What the Hell?" I then tried to explain that the class was obviously not meant for other denominations and even if it was accepting of other denominations then it would look at something closer, not Catholicism. During my babbling/drowning/thrashing everyone just stared and waited for me to finish.

Once I finished, Ali muttered, "I don't really feel comfortable here." She left and then I was left standing with everyone staring. Finally someone said, "I knew what you meant." Another chimed in "Oh yeah, I agree with you." Soon everyone expressed their agreement to my position. I thought about how unhelpful all of these people turned out to be.

Then one of the Canadians in the room started to talk about why he though predestination “wasn't correct” and that creeds from thousands of years ago are "useless". That's when I decided to leave.

Christmas Ideas

2004-12-13T17:55:00.000-06:00

Japanese and their crazy laps...

2004-12-12T16:16:00.000-06:00

Count the fingers, I'll be home in three days.

Bad day at work

2004-12-10T18:42:00.000-06:00

Bad day at work yesterday.

I missed a day of work (coaching swim team) because the practice day was switched. I came in next day completely unprepared for the terror that I was about to receive.

My boss (the head swim coach and a fiery woman) said a number of things that I would like to post here:

"I guess I was just raised to come to work when I was supposed to work, but maybe that is just how I am."

"I will evaluate all of these things in my hiring process next year; I guess it's just a learning experience for both of us."

"I can't fire anyone (obviously me) because I don't have anyone to hire."

"I guess we will just make the most of it for the rest of the year."

Yep, so that's it. I guess we will just make the most of it this year. And to top it all off--I have a hour long car ride with her tomorrow. 7am, we will be traveling to our swim meet, just me and coach... I can't wait.

Christmas Time is Here!!!

2004-12-10T01:14:00.000-06:00

As you may have heard from other sources, my roommates and I had a Christmas party.

Look at some pictures from the night.

The menu was fantastic. We had more goodies then "you can shake a stick at." I made some BBQ meatballs, but I ended up eating about half of them. You can't keep me away from a good meatball.

We also made puppy chow. Has anyone else ever noticed that Luke Faber has the recipe for puppy chow in the Calvin Cookbook? It says he likes to double the recipe so that he can have enough for more than just himself! Good thing you weren't there because we wouldn't have had enough!! Thanks Luke!!

There's something sweet and almost kind

2004-12-06T22:12:00.000-06:00

I would consider myself a faithful follower of Aslan's Mane. For Aslan and Edmund harmonize a delicate, sweet song—which makes most women swoon.

But there's more.

I crave the comfort that comes from burrowing deep inside the golden warmth of Aslan's posts. But I thirst for something else...

Something I know he has.

Very few have seen it, but I have, and I want you to see it. Yet we must wait, wait for Aslan to decide:

Are we ready? Maybe not, but don't despair, our day will come.

Guess who's back...

2004-12-05T01:29:00.000-06:00

Due to a series of events---thanksgiving trip to Tucson, the passing of my grandfather (with the trip to Boise that followed), and the sea of endless homework---I have been unable to "blog-it-up", so to speak, for quite sometime.

I traveled to Tucson, AZ for Thanksgiving. The drive took 52 hours, roundtrip. We encountered terrible weather through northern New Mexico and the Denver snowfall exacerbated our situation. Many prayers were said on our behalf (Kelley and I) and we were granted safe travel to our final destination (Iowa).

The funeral in Idaho was an indelible experience. The burial of my Opa was reverent and the service that followed reminded us of the hope that we have in our Lord, because of our faith through his grace. The communion with relatives (and of course my beloved family) followed the service and ran late into the night.

If you missed the link (hidden in "my beloved family"), you need to check out the pictures of my family; I love them.

All in all, I have been blessed during this busy time. Schoolwork always looks so daunting, yet it somehow seems to work out.

However, at this moment, it is still threatening; by Wednesday night, I will be relieved.

2004-11-21T22:38:00.000-06:00

Yaaaay! Group pics are the best!!

2004-11-21T22:36:00.000-06:00

Joyful!

ET to the M

2004-11-21T22:18:00.000-06:00

Look how much fun ETMer's have and how far that girl can stretch her leg! Wow!! ETM rocks!!

Early Teen Ministries is a 7th and 8th grade church group that I joined and it's neat. The kids are fun; I like them and they like me. They made me stand in the back; I have my arm around a guy I don't know. He wasn't a leader and he's not in middle school; I don't know where he came from or for what reason. I like him though; he has glasses. He's the lone ranger of glasses; everyone one else is glasses-less. Look how happy he is; I don't think he notices.

Last night regrets

2004-11-19T16:25:00.000-06:00

Last night was extremely gratifying. Aaron and I were on our way to bed, when we remembered we had left a candle burning. As we hovered over the little beacon of light, ready to end its short-lived life, we exchanged a glance, ever so sweetly; we knew exactly what to do. I snagged the candle, Aaron the camera and tripod. We quickly retreated to our computer room, the mood was right. We knew that all light was our enemy, except our precious candle. Shortly after the stage was set, we were happily interrupted by our handsome roommate Kyle. Instantly, our minds were in sync, a bond was formed.

The rest of the story is in photographs.

2004-11-19T16:23:00.000-06:00

The story unfolds...

2004-11-17T13:54:00.000-06:00

Huka

Ode to Kittens

2004-11-17T01:25:00.000-06:00

My parents just informed me that they acquired a couple new pets, both of which are cats. The cats have been residents of the Tiersma household for a few weeks; however, my parents did not inform their "Iowa-locked" child do to the fact that I have a "past" with cats.

One day, outside my grandma's house, my sister and I were walking our shi-tsu, Brutus. My grandma recent-mother cat, Chelsea, came roaring towards our poor Brutus. To make a long story short, the situation ended with Brutus shaking uncontrollably on his back, me with a large cat scratch on my hand, bleeding profusely, and the cat in the top of a tree. I had saved the day, yet sacrificed my hand. I remember this day too well and so do my parents, resulting in them omitting the news from our weekly phone conversation.

Despite my numerous "run-ins" with felines, I don't mind a cute kitten. I actually enjoy cradling a purring kitten in my large banana hands. These hands are perfect; I mean, look at these mitts.
In light of the Tiersma household acquiring two new family members and my father's immense love for kittens, I name this post,

Ode to Kittens.

Hook him up!

2004-11-16T19:12:00.000-06:00

I have this friend; his name is Jim Brinks.
Jim is lonely. He wants someone, anyone.

My goal is for anyone who is interested in this hunk from Michigan to leave a post. Even if you are semi-interested, leave something, for Jim.

To let you into the mind of JB, I asked him a few questions. I welcome you to explore Jimbo.

JT: So Jim, you're a bit lonely, huh?
Jim: I feel so cold inside.

JT: I'm sorry to hear that. Name five things you couldn't live without.
Jim: Cold beer, strong coffee, basketball, 70's rock, and penguins.

JT: Basketball, that's right. Word on the street is that you can do a sic 180 dunk?
Jim: Well actually Johnny, it's a 360, but I don't want to get caught up on the little things.

JT: Dr. Phil or Oprah?
Jim: Dr. Phil. His insight blows me away. He seems so practical but at the same time his wisdom is exactly what people don't expect to hear. When he says things like, "just quit eating!" or "stop spending money! " I find myself thinking, "You know, he's right." The man is a social genius.

JT: Is there anything you would like to say to all the women out there?
Jim: Yes there is. I have actually prepared something to read, it goes a little something like this:

I look through a golden filled glass. Your distortions are enhanced by my inebriated mind. I hold 12 ounces of loneliness to numb my senses, but I can still feel your anger. You spill like a broken cup full of hate for humanity. Why would you trust the world again? How could you? Not after that; no one blames you. But there is hope. Take my hand and trust in me. You must swallow your regrets before you choke and are drowned in a pool of misery.

JT: Wow, that was deep. Anything else you want to say?
Jim: Call me!!

There's a light on in Chicago...

2004-11-15T19:06:00.000-06:00

Advice for future Chicago visitors:

1. Don't try "the Hot Karl". It sounds tempting, I know; I was entranced by the word "hot" as well. When it's 40 degrees out, one will almost do anything with the word "hot" in it. It was warm, no doubt about it, but it was incredibly raunchy. I guess I just thought “the Hot Karl” would be something else; Aaron shares this opinion and expands on my description.

2. Visit my friend Eric. He is always so good to me. He introduced Aaron and me to a fabulous Mexican restaurant where all three of us ravished a few carne asada burritos at about 2 in the morning. It was fantastic. I can't wait to see him again.

3. Check out all that downtown has to offer. Women can delight in various retail stores such as "the gap" or "old navy", while men can explore the magnificent architecture of buildings with incredible stature such as “the John Hancock” and “the Sears Tower”.

The Lincoln Park Zoo was free and very entertaining. We saw a cheetah and a lady with a cheetah coat all at the same exhibit. The lady's friend saw a chance at using her broken English and exclaimed, "Same, same!" A hand motion that linked the jacket with the animal, a rapid typewriter pointing motion, accompanied the simple, repeated word. She continued to point, smile, nod, and repeat "same same" until I finally gave her an affirming nod.

I felt we had, though it may have been slight, a beautiful connection.

I have posted a picture of my "animal-loving friend" for your enjoyment.

2004-11-15T16:19:00.000-06:00

She loves animals too

My 83 year-old pal

2004-11-11T18:30:00.000-06:00

I have a friend; she's 83. Her name is Rose.

I saved Rose's life once. She was choking on water in the pool and I brought her a water bottle. She has told me the story of almost dying a few times because she forgot I was there. To this day, I have never once taken glory for the situation because I always thought that she wasn't really coughing very loud; it was more of a "clearing the throat" sound.

Anyway, she writes me while I am at school in Iowa. Her are some excerpts from her letter to me, dated November 2 2004:

"Hi John, My niece Danna Jean and I went to the W.W. Club Sat 2 to 4:20. We had such a good time, Steve told me to go in gym early so we had a front seat. Scott had an a hat made out of Balloons it was fun to wear and then Danna got me to played games and win prizes. Spencer and his girl friend was working there, he had a gray wig on.

You are in college to study, your not on vacation. Keep up the good work. It's cool here, cool in afternoon, when the sun goes down. It gets "luiskarli", chilly, my brother made that word up when he was a youngster.

Your mom brought me a peppermint plant, isn't that thoughtful. She had to pick your brother up, we had a cup of tea.

Bye Bye, the movie was "The day after tomorrow" exciting Dennis Quaid. Yesterday Scott made popcorn. I didn't eat any I wasn't hungry. I had Angel Hair part all natural ingredients made tomato and basil natural paste be boles.

Your friend, Rose Rio

Please note: I am not posting this to make fun of Rose, for I love her. She is so old and so sweet that I would never dream of mocking her. So in reading this letter, may your love for Rose overflow into your every day life. Go and love one another.

S to the TEPHEN

2004-11-10T18:37:00.000-06:00

My boy Stephen, look at him; he's a artist. Lyrics are his paint. The crowd is his canvas. Indulge in a masterpiece. Spit rhymes with conviction my boy.

Westwood Club 2004 holla back

2004-11-10T15:32:00.000-06:00

Where my dawgs at?

Hollar

2004-11-09T23:00:00.000-06:00

If you like diversity and think it's pimp/dope then check this:

www.blackpeopleloveus.com

Holla back

Great place to visit

2004-11-07T14:43:00.000-06:00

Minneapolis is a beautiful city. Unless you are walking 30 something blocks in the dead of night, to find a restaurant with over a 2-hour wait, that didn't take reservations. On this walk, you see more bums with bottles in brown paper bags than white people in northwest Iowa. Then after you decide not to wait for 2 hours you take public transportation back to a restaurant 1 block from your hotel. But the trip wasn't all a loss. I did learn one main thing from the National Middle School Conference. No matter what they act or convey; Teachers truly do hate "that kid".

2004-11-07T13:34:00.000-06:00

Beautiful Minne

2004-11-04T13:49:00.000-06:00

apple stock is on the rise

Fish

2004-11-04T11:33:00.000-06:00

Friends. I ask you to not only spend your evenings visiting my blog but visit the blog of my dear friend Aaron at http://aslansmane.blogspot.com; he has a story he would like to tell you. I was there for the event; alas, I was sleeping. Forgive me Nemo.

So it goes.

Welcome

2004-11-04T11:12:00.000-06:00

Welcome to Edmund's Delight.