Archive for February, 2008

Swimming Upstream Both Ways

February 29, 2008

The first time I started my masters, I was forced to take Freshman Psychology. Here I was getting my masters in counseling and I was being required to take the lowest level psychology class. I learned very little other than schizophrenia is a fascinating disorder.

While in class I met a guy trying to get his BBA. He was in his mid 40’s and taking advantage of a program to get 2 years credit in one semester from “life experiences”. In short the whole idea infuriated me. He would talk about how hard his papers were and how hard it was to try to relate his life experiences into a paper covering the basics of finance.

I wanted to say, “Well, I took finance and accounting and marketing and management and a load of other courses and you can’t tell me you’ve done any of it or learned it selling screws to truck drivers.” He was trying to shortcut the process. In short, he cheapened my business degree by getting the same degree in half the time. Shortly after they canceled the “life experience” path to a BBA.

In the same way I think a lot of people are trying to shortcut marriage but in different ways. I read and responded to a post yesterday concerning how tough marriage is and how commitment isn’t required in marriage. In fact, who needs marriage? I’ve only had 6 years experience of being married and my wife has a total of 13 years. It’s hard. You have to start at the beginning and work at it. Now the other poster had said that marriage needs to change because things are different now. Gay people should be able to marry and open marriages are ok and, well, hey why do we need to have marriage anyway. *

I contended that what has changed is NOT the institution. What has changed is people. People don’t want to reach to the level it takes to commit and do the hard work. Basically, they want something for nothing. They want an MRS or a MR, but only want to experience the easy parts of marriage.

The solution to gay marriage is not to re-define the institution. That’s what quitters do. The solution of living together does not equate to a committed relationship. The back door is always open in a live-in situation. It costs you something to get out of a marriage. So the question arises, does commitment make a marriage or does a marriage even require commitment?

My response is this: if you are truly committed to someone, truly, madly and deeply, then you have no fear in any commitment. If you are simply testing the waters to see if maybe you might want to commit, then you aren’t committed. You’re playing house until things get rough.


They want an ‘MRS’ or an ‘MR’, but only want to experience the easy parts of marriage.

I love the story of the chicken, cow and pig who want to make breakfast for the farmer. Each committed to giving something to the farmer’s breakfast. The cow some milk, the chicken some eggs and the pig some bacon. You tell me who had commitment and who was just involved?

The same must be said for our society in general. Who among us are truly committed to the established institutions and who among us just want to change the rules because it’s a little bit easier and claim the institution needs to change?

* I understand some of you are living with your sig other. I don’t want to call you out or say you don’t have what it takes to be married. Even those of you who are divorced could potentially be angry. All I’m saying is that the debate of opening marriage and re-defining it is not a solution it’s just lowering the standard.

Since I have nothing else to do …

February 27, 2008

As a general rule, I don’t do meme’s unless they are good. Huck tagged me with Six Quirks.

1. I eat Cheeto’s on tuna fish sandwiches. And all my sandwiches have to have crunchy texture. I like crunchy.

2. I fart ALL the time. Seriously, all the time. Partly because I have some kind of colon issue that could kill me if I don’t watch out. It’s a running joke with my wife and I. “Ya know, honey, I’m really gassy lately.” Her response is usually, “Just lately?” I swear I could power Detroit with methane.

3. There is no higher compliment you can pay me than to flirt with me or send a pic of yourself naked, but only if you are female.

4. ( OMG this is taking forever and I’m only 2/3 of the way through ) I have a love hate relationship with the smell of vinegar. If I get it on my hands it stinks but I’ll smell it all day. It reminds me of the Massengil ads.

5. I have a freakish ability to change the lyrics of a song to make it funnier. My wife absolutely hates this. I’ll demonstrate. Many years ago the Judds sang a song called “Young Love” that started:

She was sitting cross legged on the hood of a Ford.

The new and improved:

She was sitting cross legged like a cheap little whore.

I am also able to match songs that sound alike e.g. sing the lyrics to a song while a totally different song playing but make it all fit.

6. ( Thank you sweet 8 pound 9 oz Baby Jesus ) I love talking about sex and people’s sex lives. Unfortunately, it’s not exactly good church or workplace conversation. I’m flirting with the idea of getting my masters in some sex research field. I don’t think they have that degree.

The last one was something about masturbating and backhands and so on … didn’t think that would be interesting to you.

I don’t tag people either. So if you want to play play along.

Oh my lord ….

February 27, 2008

Thanks to the dying Avery for this … I lost it at the 3:15 mark. I have to go and put new underwear on now.

Ok, you don’t suck as much …

February 27, 2008

Wow, Avery must really be sick, I challenged her bold faced on my blog and no response. Before I answer some more questions, I have a co-worker story.

Co-worker is getting divorced, but it’s not finalized. husband dies of a heart attack last night. So does that mean she gets his stuff or do the temporary papers take effect since it hasn’t been finalized? Something to ponder as I can’t ask her.

On with the questions …

From my little sister Tink
( Hmmm these sound like questions I asked you … )

What’s your favorite sexual position?

Hands down it’s reverse cowgirl (not work safe). Totally love that position. If I have a second it’s plain cowgirl and then doggy. It’s funny how that changes with different people. Totally loved missionary with the ex. Have no idea why.

What’s your least favorite part of your body? Most favorite?

I really don’t like my stomach the older I get. Black girls used to tell me I had a good butt and nice legs. I think secretly white girls said the same thing! But I think genetics has caught up with me and I don’t have that girlish figure I used to have. I get very self conscious about my stomach when I wear certain shirts. I gotta work on that stomach.

I would say I love the color of my eyes the most. They are really unusual. They turn yellow and green and brown. They are really cool. I like my shoulders, they are broad and when I do work out I have a really great upper body. I have a baseball player’s physique. So if that does anything for you ladies …

Blondes, brunettes, or redheads?

As many as possible …

I love women. I have dated all hair colors and I can tell you they are all women. Red heads do something for me. I have no idea why. Not so much of a blond fan, but you couldn’t tell by the celebrities I find hot! Kelly Pickler, Taylor Swift, Miranda Lambert, Carrie Underwood, and on and on. My complete list is here. Brunettes I have found to be a little more in depth. Not sure why, some brunettes I have dated have been ditsy and dumb, but most are the kind of women I like. Obviously I married a brunette. No offense to anyone else. You know what turns me on? Internal confidence.

I’m just really interested if the curtains match the carpet.

What do you want to be when you grow up?

I really thought I was going to be a professional baseball player, and that fell through. Then I thought I was going to be a lawyer until I actually worked for a law firm and that fell through. I have always envied people who knew from birth they wanted to be something. I mean, really, how cool is that to know that you can rest in knowing you don’t have to worry about finding a career. Honestly, I’ve found I’m pretty good at a lot of things I do if I work at it. I love doing what I’m doing – working in web work. I would love to be a doctor. I think a plastic surgeon or anesthesiologist would be cool. Anesthesiologist don’t even have patients; just people to do billing.

And more from Tink …

What is the meaning of life?

Most people expect this to be a tough question, but I found the answer years ago. And it works.

From Ecclesiastes 12:13

Now all has been heard;
here is the conclusion of the matter:
Fear God and keep his commandments,
for this is the whole duty of man.

What is your favorite superhero?

I loved the Superfriends when I was a kid. My favorite was Flash. Why aren’t there Mexican American superheroes? Like illegal immigrant man; able to swim any river, evade any border patrol and withstand the heat of semi-trucks …

Boxers, briefs, or nothing?

On you? Nothing … you won’t need them … ha ha ha ha

I wear Hanes Boxerbriefs with the comfort waist band. I really like them. I used to wear boxers, but I guess I got tired of them. And now and then … maybe I do go commando!

What is your most annoying habit?

My wife will tell you that I leave piles of things everywhere. I have certain places in the house I am allowed to leave my stuff otherwise it gets moved and I don’t like that. Or she’ll tell you I spend too much money eating out, so I don’t do that any more.

I’ll tell you that I don’t like that I have a bit of a temper. I pull the trigger quicker than other people and I’m not very understanding. Things to me are black and white. I’m also kind of forward. I was never really a smooth operator when it came to people. I don’t like to beat around the bush.

( unless it’s during sex )

You guys suck … or I’m not that interesting …

February 25, 2008

Only 2 questions? I expected more from you guys. Maybe I’m an open book. I expected Avery to throw out something … something! … and Tink … (shaking head and making that pigeons in tap shoes sound).

Here are my answers to the 2 questions I did get from my star students. Both of you get my new  Gold Star award that you can link to from here. I also have a male version if any of you gentlemen are so inclined to ask a question.

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On to the questions

Mielikki: What is your favorite thing about being a father?

Being a dad is what it’s cracked up to be. There are tons of things I love, like laughing with my kids or joking around with them. Today I got a little misty thinking that in a few months I won’t be making that 30 minute drive to school with my daughter anymore. I’ve spent 5 years just her and I in the car every morning laughing and singing and having fun. Now it’s her mom’s turn as she goes to "big girl school" with mommy next year.

What I looked forward to as a parent was napping with my daughter on the couch. That has only happened twice, but I love it when she falls asleep on my chest. She’s so pretty when she’s asleep.

What I love the most is very contrite, but I love to hear my little girl tell me she loves me. There is NOTHING like that.

Terri: If you had one day to do anything you wanted to do, money is no object, what would you do?

I always thought it would be fun to dip myself in honey and roll naked in money. Maybe that, but you can only do that for a few minutes and then it’s kind of gross.

It’s a toss up. I think there are three things:

– Spend the day with my wife in New York and see and do everything she wanted … and lots of sex

– Spend the day in Hawaii with my wife and see and do whatever she wants … and lots of sex

– Spend St. Patrick’s day in Dublin and see and do as much as we could … and lots of sex.

I think the point is I would want to do things and just be with my wife. We rarely get to travel outside of the state and I have traveled so much before we met. The first time she flew on a plane was on our honeymoon.  I would want to share that gift of travel with her. And some bodily fluids …

What’s on Jef’s Mind … not his cell phone

February 22, 2008

Sorry, cell phone pics are on the pc at home. I have some good ones though for next week.

Library Credit Report

If there was a credit score for library books my wife wouldn’t be allowed to have a card. I checked out books for her on HER card the other day because she keeps books out too long and sullies my good name at my library. I adjusted the belt the other day and said, “Woman … you must get your own library books!” So as I was checking out her books it told me that she owes 2.75 cents in fines. The following conversation ensued:

Me: You owe $2.75 in library fines.
A: Why?
Me: I don’t know, that’s what it said when I checked your books out.
A: Why do I always have fines?
Me: ( I can’t believe she left the door open this wide ) Ummm it’s because you don’t return your books on time.

An election haiku

Candidate to pick
They should all run in the sea
All of them are pr1ck’s

The Female Underwear Choice

I thought jog bra’s were supposed to hold them so they didn’t move. Like no underwire, right? Jog bras don’t have underwires right? That’s the point. Am I wrong? And why are women so bent about their nipples showing or not showing, but wear thin bras? And why are they so upset if you walk in on them wearing a bra and underwear, but they go to the beach in a bikini?

Because you are smart you don’t have to go to school …

M got to stay home today because her Texas Academic Teach Academic Texas Assessment of Knowledge and Skills TAKS scores were good. In her most social justice way of looking at things she didn’t think it was fair she got to stay home while others had to go to school.

Ahhhh the stupidity of youth …

Game game game game

I want to play that game where you ask me a question and I have to answer it. Ask away.

A radiologist, a nurse and an ad exec run into a preacher …

February 20, 2008

In a different life I was somewhat of a preacher … sort of. My faith is still intact although my practice has somewhat wavered in recent days. I am glad God does not let us go, but allows us to roam now and then. At one point I was guiding 125 singles. And wasn’t that a little like letting the fox lead the chickens?

I met a lot of people. Some came and some went. One of the stories from the Bible ( don’t tune out here ) was the parable of the lost sheep from Luke 15: 3- 7 (NIV):

Then Jesus told them this parable: "Suppose one of you has a hundred sheep and loses one of them. Does he not leave the ninety-nine in the open country and go after the lost sheep until he finds it? And when he finds it, he joyfully puts it on his shoulders and goes home. Then he calls his friends and neighbors together and says, ‘Rejoice with me; I have found my lost sheep.’ I tell you that in the same way there will be more rejoicing in heaven over one sinner who repents than over ninety-nine righteous persons who do not need to repent.

There are 4 people I have lost touch with in my life I desperately want to know how their story has taken shape. It’s a little bit like "Definitely, Maybe" we saw this weekend.

I discovered that my jr. high best friend who moved back to Louisiana for high school is now a radiologist in San Antonio.

A definite love of my life is still a nurse, although it looks like her license was suspended temporarily for some reason.

And another former girlfriend is now an ad exec around the Texas coast,  enjoying life and having a good time after 3 failed marriages

The fourth is still a mystery to me. I don’t know where she is or where she went. All the power of the inter-wub has not allowed me to know the end of that story. And she was quite an interesting story.

She is my 100th sheep.

Overheard …

February 20, 2008

Little a: Mommy! Why did you lock the door?
A: Because daddy and I wanted some privacy. Do you know what privacy is?
Little a: Ya, that’s when you are naked.
A: No, those are your privates. Privacy is when you want to be alone.
Little a: But daddy was in here with you.

Love is …

Last night after A came in from her class we laid in bed and laughed at the names of pr0n video names. Like:

– Big black mammas ride bareback
– Anal sluts 23 ( like 1 through 14 wasn’t enough )
– REAL braests ( mmm right, those are store bought )
– Go Granny Go! ( uggghhh, I don’t want to know if grandma gets nasty … reminds me of scenes from the Nutty Professor )


Nutty Professor II: The Klumps (Teaser Trailer)

I’m formulating a post about some lost friends

February 19, 2008

I would like to hear your stories while I formulate some things that happened this weekend revolving around people I haven’t been able to find.

~Jef

It’s a creepy day …

February 15, 2008

image If you didn’t already guess, I work for a university. It’s about 5-7 thousand students and that brings us close to 10,000 people on campus if we were here at the same time.

And it’s a creepy vibe here today. Friday’s are usually pretty quiet anyway, but the dark cold weather and the circumstantial news casts a dreadful pall over the day.

A few moments ago, two of my co-workers and my boss reviewed how to lock the campus down in case of such an emergency. Our doors are locked with card keys – student id’s – and access is limited as to who comes and goes unless you slip in a door.  We can see what doors you open when you open them and when you buy stuff at a Coke machine if we want to.

image I could hear stuff like, "Again, if this happens, what’s our procedure?" And I know across campus my technical contact, a detective, is probably meeting with the chief and my other crony, the violin luthier, about  their procedures as police.

See, I work in a division that runs everything outside the classroom. Basically, I’m the technology guy for the city – the university city. It’s a town of 18-22 year olds at night. Crazy goofy and all that is a late teen.

I feel bad for the students. Who wants to go to class fearing for their life? Our Vice Chancellor is big into generational studies. This generation – Millenials – is a dualistic and confusing generation. Hovered over by their parents, they haven’t been allowed to fail, they lead online and "in-person" lives. In other words, what you see on their Facebook or Myspace account may be totally different than what you see in class.

They have trouble with identity. We constantly have to ask them stuff like, "How did this project effect you? What does it mean to you?" And they are "pack" oriented. Rarely do you see them functioning alone. They work and think in groups. Outside that they have trouble doing individual projects.

But what has been constant in their lives is a threat while they are in school. Sad, but true.

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