Someone told me once I was an overpaid babysitter. I am an underpaid baby sitter.
$3/hour per kid * 8 hours * 5 days a week * 40 weeks in a school year = babysitter money
12 * 3 = 36
36 * 8 = 288
288 * 5 = 1440
1440 * 40 = 57600 a year
I'll take the baby sitter money
Thursday, May 25, 2006
hypochristians
Although I didn't have to, I went to Mebane last night to go see Robyn. Her kids were in some sort of afterschool care singing deal and wanted me to go with her. I didn't put 2 +2 together until I got there.
1. They go to a church-based afterschool program and the presentation was at said church.
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2. It was Wedensday night.
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MOTHER F***ER!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
I got roped into a Wendensday night church service, during a revival no less. On youth night. I thought we would be ok, just hear them do thier thing and scoot. Nope, we had some hellfire and brimstone preacher spewing all manner of prejudice and hatred our way.
I'm an atheist, but I try to respect others beliefs. I'll even admit, I've tried to feel it. I tried to believe. I want to believe, but I can't. I want to believe when I die, I'll get to go to a nice happy place where I'll see my Grandparents and maybe Buddy again. Everybody you love will be there and they'll all be so happy to see you. Like a cook out at a family reunion. A place where everything will be ok and everything that happened in life will make sense.
I have never seen any ghosts, goblins, demons, angels, or any other fairy tale ingredients. I have not witnessed miracles nor karma in action. I've seen no magic, nor mystery that couldn't be explained. If God loves and doesn't want me burning in Hell, can't he just throw me bone, give me a nudge in the right direction? He can't, or he won't. If he won't, did he ever love me? If he can't, how can he be called a god?
Anyway, Robyn's children sang quite well. I was surprized to say the least. Then I had to hear all the other nonsense. All these ugly mutants coming up to shake my hand. Then this fellow gets up and preaches about turning away from God. He talks about sin. Homosexuality, abortions, the abomination of not looking like "us", talking like "us". My shoes were ruined with all the BS. What about accepting people? Oh, yeah, and he needs your money! And he wants you to give your money and then provide services for the church that you would normally pay someone to do.
You know, they should have paid me to come to the service, but no. They wanted ME to put money in the plate. That was not going to happen.
It was very obvious to me that they spared all expense putting that dump together. The cross behind the pulpit was a gaint thing made of wood and stained brown, wrapped in christmas lights.
Robyn's mom attended, she's a praticing Roman Catholic and felt it was all full of crap and messes with the preacher at least one time. I have a bit of respect for her. She has the guts to say whats on her mind and gets her way quite a bit. She's no longer allowed to take communion because she married a divorced non-catholic. She divorced a man who cheated on her quite a bit and married a fellow that has been faithful to her for years longer than her first marriage.
You want me to tell you what I think? When a person can wear his best suit, clutch his bible, jump up and down and tell me about all the ills of the world and be the biggest hypocrit. They only make a big deal about the stuff they don't like. Homosexuality is an abomonation, but working on Sunday is ok. Premaritail sex is bad but men shaving thier heads is cool. (it's in there look it up!)
When you sit there and cherry pick the stuff that you feel is most imortant in a book full of no-no's. Then you are stunningly, and completly full of s**t and have alot of nerve telling others how to live their lives.
1. They go to a church-based afterschool program and the presentation was at said church.
+
2. It was Wedensday night.
=
MOTHER F***ER!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
I got roped into a Wendensday night church service, during a revival no less. On youth night. I thought we would be ok, just hear them do thier thing and scoot. Nope, we had some hellfire and brimstone preacher spewing all manner of prejudice and hatred our way.
I'm an atheist, but I try to respect others beliefs. I'll even admit, I've tried to feel it. I tried to believe. I want to believe, but I can't. I want to believe when I die, I'll get to go to a nice happy place where I'll see my Grandparents and maybe Buddy again. Everybody you love will be there and they'll all be so happy to see you. Like a cook out at a family reunion. A place where everything will be ok and everything that happened in life will make sense.
I have never seen any ghosts, goblins, demons, angels, or any other fairy tale ingredients. I have not witnessed miracles nor karma in action. I've seen no magic, nor mystery that couldn't be explained. If God loves and doesn't want me burning in Hell, can't he just throw me bone, give me a nudge in the right direction? He can't, or he won't. If he won't, did he ever love me? If he can't, how can he be called a god?
Anyway, Robyn's children sang quite well. I was surprized to say the least. Then I had to hear all the other nonsense. All these ugly mutants coming up to shake my hand. Then this fellow gets up and preaches about turning away from God. He talks about sin. Homosexuality, abortions, the abomination of not looking like "us", talking like "us". My shoes were ruined with all the BS. What about accepting people? Oh, yeah, and he needs your money! And he wants you to give your money and then provide services for the church that you would normally pay someone to do.
You know, they should have paid me to come to the service, but no. They wanted ME to put money in the plate. That was not going to happen.
It was very obvious to me that they spared all expense putting that dump together. The cross behind the pulpit was a gaint thing made of wood and stained brown, wrapped in christmas lights.
Robyn's mom attended, she's a praticing Roman Catholic and felt it was all full of crap and messes with the preacher at least one time. I have a bit of respect for her. She has the guts to say whats on her mind and gets her way quite a bit. She's no longer allowed to take communion because she married a divorced non-catholic. She divorced a man who cheated on her quite a bit and married a fellow that has been faithful to her for years longer than her first marriage.
You want me to tell you what I think? When a person can wear his best suit, clutch his bible, jump up and down and tell me about all the ills of the world and be the biggest hypocrit. They only make a big deal about the stuff they don't like. Homosexuality is an abomonation, but working on Sunday is ok. Premaritail sex is bad but men shaving thier heads is cool. (it's in there look it up!)
When you sit there and cherry pick the stuff that you feel is most imortant in a book full of no-no's. Then you are stunningly, and completly full of s**t and have alot of nerve telling others how to live their lives.
Monday, May 22, 2006
exercise
Paul and I have just completed week 8 of our workout routine. They say after 8 weeks you'll have noticable improvements, that's the truth. I guess when you make it to that point and you just begin to see definition, the have you hooked. You want to see more and you're willing to try more stuff to get more results. I've also started becoming more physically active in areas other than just workout day, so I think I'll start seeing burned calories there too, which will lead to better visible results.
Talking about results. I sleep like a baby, I'm more alert during the day, and I have energy and will to do more things. Everything on me is thicker, except my belly. Although I have not lost wieght, I tend to hold it better now, maybe because some of that lard is now replaced with calorie-eating muscle.
I was kinda hoping to have my belly whittled down by my birthday, but I guess that was just wishful thinking. I am very happy with the results so far. I do want the 6 month to be impressive, however. I'll have to work on getting that goal crushed.
September 20, 2006.....here I come.
Talking about results. I sleep like a baby, I'm more alert during the day, and I have energy and will to do more things. Everything on me is thicker, except my belly. Although I have not lost wieght, I tend to hold it better now, maybe because some of that lard is now replaced with calorie-eating muscle.
I was kinda hoping to have my belly whittled down by my birthday, but I guess that was just wishful thinking. I am very happy with the results so far. I do want the 6 month to be impressive, however. I'll have to work on getting that goal crushed.
September 20, 2006.....here I come.
Stunning
Not busy my buttocks! This Sunday I got a fair dose of everything. Shocking revalations, very angry customers, humor, the taint of New York City, the shock of really screwing up, and non-stop action.
I was busy all day Sunday, from 7:58 until 6:20 I had people in the shop all day. We close at 6:00, but a woman pulled up with a nail in her tire and I didn't have the heart to turn her away. I'd like to think someone would go the extra mile for me one day. She was driving a red PT Cruiser with 30-day tags, I actually liked the color quite a bit. Don't realy want one though. I figure everyone needs a break every now and then. I did a few other minor screw ups, but the store made money, I gave pretty decent service all day and other than the very angry Uhaul customers it was a good day for Doby's Texaco.
I was busy all day Sunday, from 7:58 until 6:20 I had people in the shop all day. We close at 6:00, but a woman pulled up with a nail in her tire and I didn't have the heart to turn her away. I'd like to think someone would go the extra mile for me one day. She was driving a red PT Cruiser with 30-day tags, I actually liked the color quite a bit. Don't realy want one though. I figure everyone needs a break every now and then. I did a few other minor screw ups, but the store made money, I gave pretty decent service all day and other than the very angry Uhaul customers it was a good day for Doby's Texaco.
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