Puking

There is nothing worse in the world then the build-up to puking. I don't mind the puking part. It is when your mouth gets watery, your eyes are twinging, your stomach hurts real bad, you are sitting in front of the toilet, and nothing happens. I hate it. I spend 10 minutes last night just sitting there and nothing happens. I went to bed, and it wasn't until the morning when I finally blew chunks. Why can your body not just puke when its time to puke? After puking, I feel 10 times better, so I wish it would just come.

Local News

I never watch the local news, and I will tell you why. It's a money making business and is not there to report events going on in the world. I don't even care about biases or other things like that. One of the phrases that drive me crazy is this: "Coming up tomorrow night on the 11pm news." If you are reporting the news, how do you know what is going to happen tomorrow so you can report tomorrow night? If you already have the story completed, why are you not reporting it to me tonight instead of tomorrow? The other thing that drives me crazy, is how there is almost always a story on how to avoid cancer. Or some study on what to do to lower your risk of cancer. All the time on the previews of the news they will say, "Coming up next, a new development that will effect millions of people to lower their risk of cancer." Please end all the money making local news.

Complaint Time

So here goes. I am going to be typing this as I think, and I am too lazy to edit, so there might be many spelling errors. It's very sad that Trayvon Martin was shot and killed, but it drives me crazy that we become fascinated over certain cases and not others. Literally tens of thousands of kids are killed each year, but the American public pick out 2-3 cases to make personal. This year is the year of Trayvon Martin. We take the very few facts we know and we spot issues, we analyze, we judge, we assume, we fill in holes in the facts with what we want to believe, and then finally we come up with a conclusion. Then we run with that conclusion. Then we can go and protest. Either we take the stand that this young boy was killed because of some overzealous neighborhood watch wanna-be cop that racially profiled and then chased down Trayvon. Or we look at the boy as a demon child that smoked marijuana and was suspended from school and was on top of Mr. Zimmerman and beating him up and Mr. Zimmerman needed his shoot Trayvon to protect his life or to protect himself from extreme danger. I personally don't care what side you pick, but just pick a side and then move on with your life and go mow your neighbors lawn.

Traffic Signals

Everyday after school I go home the exact same way. I drive out and have to make what is called a "Michigan Left" (which is a completely separate grumble) and then I drive about 1.5 miles and come up to a traffic signal. Every single time I come up to this light, it turn red. The speed limit on the street is 45, so I tried driving exactly 45 mph. and I can see it turning red as I am pulling up to it. The next day, I drive 65 mph and guess what, I can see the promise land, a beautiful green light staring right at me, and then I get close and BLAMMO yellow and then red. The day after that I drive 25 mph on this stretch of road and people are flying past me and blaring their horns at me, but I have a goal in mind so I am able to ignore all the distractions. Then in the distance I see the light, and its green. I think that I might actually win today, but no I am disappointed just like I am everyday. The worst part is its always the same spot when I see the light turn red. If anyone has a solution, please let me know.

Just barely happened

Warning this is graphic and not for the faint of heart.
So I am at school deep in study when I realize there is a tingling feeling that suddenly hits me. I decide to get up and go to the bathroom to relieve myself from all the pressure. I walk into the bathroom and as soon as the odors hit my nose, I realize I would love to punch whoever just left this bathroom. Onward though I must go and I walk over to the urinal. Men have been blamed for years for their inability to aim. I think of myself as a pretty good shot, but this day there were obstacles. As I look on the ground, its real shiny from all the little droppings that have occured over the last day or two. I think what happens is first someone has one or two drops fall. Then the next guy that comes into the stall has to step back a few inches so they are not stepping in someone else's drops. Since they are back a couple inches, they drip a few drops a few more inches back. The next person comes in and bam two more inches back. You can see the progression and by the time I got to the bathroom, I am standing at the door trying to aim. Well not quite that far, but it was 2 feet. Don't worry when I was done I was sure to put a few drops down so the next person has to stand 2 feet and 2 inches.

What I like to do most

One of the talents God gave me was the ability to complain about something no matter what the situation. So for the last 4 and half years since I have known my wife she had enough of my complaining and told me to start a blog. When she said that I thought to myself, "No way I am going to go typing stupid entries on a computer and wasting my valuable time." As you can see from my response I immediatly had a complaint. So now I am going to try and keep track of all the complaints I have in life. Its early in the morning and I already have a couple. For one, my newest, sweetest, nicest daughter decided to poop her pants. So I get all the weapons ready, wipes on one side, butt cream on the other, and the new diaper in hand ready for whatever may come. It actually went real smooth, I unbuttoned her outfit and got the stinky stuff taken care of, got the new diaper on and buttoned up her outfit. I wrapped her up in the blanket and just about this time I hear, "BOOOOOOOOOMMMM" and world war III started. Actually she just needed another diaper after only 2 seconds of having a fresh one on her butt. So this is my complaint, I am sure there will be thousands more to come.