I am the coach

Wednesday, March 29, 2006

A Trip To Walmart

So I have been having a bit of an irritable day today. I really don't know what sparked it but some things that normally don't bother me were really annoying me today, especially this afternoon and evening. Perhaps it was the fact that my American history prof was out of town for a family funeral and had a different prof (Dr. Naylor) sit in to give us a quiz that turned out to be less of a quiz and more of an in class, closed book essay. I gave him all I had in my head but it wasn't quite enough, it seemed. Perhaps I should have read all of the assigned reading!

After I got home I decided that today was a good day to bake a cake and was considering going to the grocery store to buy a cake-mix and take it home to bake it up. After thinking of it a while I decided that I wanted to buy the new Jack Johnson CD at Wal-Mart and then I would drive all the way to the other end of town to get a cake-mix. On the way to Wal-Mart the thought occurred to me that these new Wal-Mart stores have more than the usual Wal-Mart junk. They now have groceries and would likely have the cake-mix that I was looking for.

Now, before I go any further I must say that the only reason why I go to Wal-Mart to buy anything is because it seems that they have the best price in town. Other than that I despise the place from the depth of my heart and soul.

Today, Wal-Mart gave me no good reason to change my mind. As I entered the store I was greeted by an aura that said, "Here I am. I have a lot of everything and nothing of anything". I began to search for the electronics/music department of the store to look for my coveted Jack Johnson recording. I started at one end of the store and began walking around the perimeter searching for electronics. The irritation was growing by the second. Wherever I looked there were shelves full of the usual low quality Wal-Mart crap. Does one place really need to sell all of this stuff? As usual, what I was looking for was in the last place I looked. It happened to be right in the middle of the store, right where I remembered the electronics sections to be in all the other modern Wal-Mart’s I had visited.

After searching for a little while I eventually found the Jack Johnson CD I wanted. It wasn't in a place where I would have logically thought it might be. Stupid Wal-Mart. Stupid electronics section. Stupid store that wants to be everything to everyone.

After finding the CD I decided that instead of buying the CD and then going to get my cake-mix I would instead go get the cake-mix and ice cream and pay for that and the cake mix at the same time. Off to the edible section of Wally's World. What a joke. If I thought that finding the electronics section was irritating this was worse by far. After walking around the grocery section for what I thought was an eternity I finally found the cake-mix section. Guess what? The regular price for cake-mix here was cheaper than the sales price at Sobey's.

Now it was decision time. What flavour of cake was I going to buy? Initially, what I wanted to buy was a plain old vanilla cake-mix. Could I find it? Not a stinking chance. There was chocolate, mint, dark chocolate, nearly a dozen different varieties in total (ok, I might be making some of this up). The closest thing that I found to plain old vanilla was something called "French Vanilla". If I wanted French Vanilla cake I would move to France. What is so difficult about stocking Vanilla cake-mix? Surely, if you are trying to be all things to all you people you would stock the basics first and then get extravagant once you have achieved the basics.
I settled on the French Vanilla.

After finding the cake-mix I was pondering whether I would have whipped cream or ice cream with it. I searched for quite some time and I could not find anything that resembled nutri-whip. I made some sort of a caustic comment to a fellow shopper that kind of went like this, "This place sells everything but what you are looking for." She seemed to think that I was making a joke of it because she laughed. Oh well, even if I am deeply irritated I still have the ability to make middle-aged women laugh. That has to count for something.

So whipped cream was obviously out of the picture. The decision was made. I would be eating ice cream with my French Vanilla cake. Off to the frozen food section to seek out ice cream. Happily for me they did have plain vanilla ice cream in stock. I would not need to settle for "French Vanilla" ice cream. (By the way, what do the French know about vanilla anyway? I would much sooner trust the Swiss.) I reached into the freezer to get my pail of ice cream and to my annoyance I found that the Wal-Mart ice cream doesn't have handles on the pails. What good is an ice cream pail with out the handle? Oh well, I reached into the freezer and picked out my pail of ice cream and walking back to the electronics cradled the ice cream and cake-mix under my arm. I picked out my much anticipated Jack Johnson CD (actually the soundtrack for the movie, Curious George) paid for it and my grocery purchase at electronics and went home.

I was fully disgusted with Wal-Mart and I think I will be shopping at different stores in the future. I will buy my bread where they specialize in baking bread, like maybe the Prairie Grain Bakery. I will buy my ammunition at a place where they know guns and hunting (Brett at the Homebuilding Centre knows his stuff). I will go to Sobey's when I need groceries.

To add insult to injury, when I finally got home and baked the cake I was thoroughly disgusted by the taste of the ice cream. It seems to have an extremely salty taste to it. Yuck!!

Thus ends my rant at Wal-Mart. I realize that I have just typed up an extremely long entry and have said nothing, really. It has helped, to an extent, to rant about my frustrations of the day. I am now ready to sign off on the day and go to bed. Good night.

Word of the Day

...despise...

Wednesday, March 22, 2006

Book Sale!!!

So the used book sale came to the University today...what joy! Used book sales are the ultimate way of building a library and that is something I am striving to do. I did some rumaging through the stacks of books and found quite a few that were of interest to me. All totalled I bought 16 books for $12. That is impressive if you ask me. For those of you who might be curious about what a guy like me might buy, here is a list of what I bought today.

Colin Thatcher, Backrooms: A Story of Politics

Phillip Knightley, The First Casualty: From the Crimea to Vietnam: The War Correspondent as Hero, Propagandist, and Myth Maker

Peter C Newman, The Canadian Revolution: 1985 – 1995 From Deference to Defiance

Donald Creighton, Canada’s First Century

Victor Hoar and Mac Reynolds, The Mackenzie-Papineau Battalion

Samuel W. Mitcham, Jr., Rommel’s Desert War: The Life and Death of the Afrika Korps

J. S. Woodsworth, Strangers Within Our Gates: The Problem of the Immigrant – 1909

Allan Fotheringham, Look Ma…No Hands: An Affectionate Look at Our Wonderful Tories

Charles A. Reich, The Greening of America

Farley Mowat, People of the Deer (one of my favorite Canadian authors)

Rachel Carson, The Sea Around Us and The Edge of the Sea

Dick North, The Trapper of Rat River (an account of Albert Johnson, the Mad Trapper)

Leon Uris, Mitla Pass (also the author of the book, Exodus)

Karl Marx and Frederick Engels, The Communist Manifesto (I feel the need to know the enemy)

Charles M. Sheldon. In His Steps (the beginning of the phrase, “What would Jesus do?”)

Monday, March 20, 2006

I have been tagged

Tagged
Each player of this game starts with the 6 weird things/habits about yourself. People who get tagged need to write a blog of their own 6 weird habits/things as well as state this rule clearly. In the end, you need to choose 6 people to be tagged and list their names. Don't forget to leave a comment that says "you are tagged" in their comments and tell them to read your blog. This is where things get different for me though.....you see, all of the people on my list have been taken and I am not brave enough to tag people that I don't know. I will humour Terrin and Becca by responding to their tags and revealling all of my weirdness.

6 weird habits/things about me :

1) Bad experiences in my life trigger odd reactions...for example, I had a bad experience with corduroy pants back in 1983 and I have NEVER worn corduroy since. I have also vowed to never eat a banana again after feeling ill after eating one in about grade six. I don't like to go to the dentist for similar reasons.

2) I hate raisins and do not eat them. Once my friend's girlfriend shoved a bunch of raisins down into my toothpaste. When they started to come out I thought that they were rabbit turds....ewww.

3) I have an uncanny ability to remember things that most people cannot remember. I remember when things happened ten years after they happened. It is a blessing as well as a curse.

4) I feel that people who brag about being able to shower in two minutes need to be taught a thing or two about hygiene.....like how are you able to wash your entire body in only two minutes? It takes that much time to do a good job on the hands alone never mind the whole body.

5) Clueless, naive, selfish, manipulative, controlling, or lying people and those who are all around dumpfkoppen (German for: dumbhead) annoy me to no end....grrrr...but I don't know if that is really all that weird.....maybe I'll just have to add a bonus item...

6) I have blueflammed

*Bonus) When I was a kid I got a big kick out of laying out in the middle of the pasture and when about 30 or 40 cows would be gathered around me looking at me, trying to eat my clothes, licking my face etc. I would jump up and scream and yell and the cows would scare themselves real bad and go running about the pasture and I would sit there and laugh at their stupidity. Ha ha. Stupid cows...I'll eat you one day!

*Bonus #2)Aparrently, according to Becca, I have bad taste in sweaters. This was brought to light the other day when I was wearing a sweater that I purchased in December of 1997, at Walmart's Portage la Prairie Mall location. I think that it is a nice sweater. It fits well, it is warm, and I don't think that it really looks that bad. It is organic green in colour with some white mixed in. I feel that it really isn't that weird that I wear this remarkable peice of clothing. It has served me well over the years...it is very functional. I don't realy care what people think of it. But for Becca I will post about about my green wool sweater as something that is weird about me.

Monday, March 13, 2006

Leavin'

Great song. This is what I will be doing in April. Maybe I'll get to see Paul Brandt when I am in Calgary!

Leavin’

Paul Brandt

C'mon hurry, ain't no time for worrying
Gotta go-Move on
Just leave the lights on
Grab some clothes set those sights on that
4 lane road, I'm gone
In a truck, in a train, in a car, in a bus
Change my luck, can't stay, going far, in a rush
Got that getaway feeling
I'm Leavin'

Trust me, something better's gotta be right around this next turn
Gonna be just fine, toss the map, don't look behind, push that pedal down-burn

In a truck, in a train, in a car, in a bus
Change my luck, can't stay, going far, in a rush
Got that getaway feeling
I'm Leavin' Hey!
Here I go
Leavin' Ohhh
In a truck, in a train, in a car, in a bus
Change my luck, can't stay, going far, in a rush
White lines, exit signs, can't fly fast enough
Black top, rail way, spinning wheels
Don't stop
Got that getaway feeling
Got that getaway feeling
I'm Leavin'
I'm Leavin'
I'm Leavin'
Wheels don't stop
I'm Leavin' Hey!

Thursday, March 09, 2006

Reliving Good Music From the Past

I am sitting here listening to some really good music from the past and I am willing to say that regardless of their fame I don't think that Third Day sings it like they used to. I will post the lyrics from a few of their songs from their album, Conspiracy Theory, to prove my point.

Alien

I'm what your looking for / No need to search any more / I'm in need of your saving / You can give me hope / Rescue my wretched soul / You are the one I am praying

I am just like the alien / the fatherless and the widow

Keep your watch over me / Sustain the life in me / Frustrate the ways of every wicked man / Let me inside your home / Father defend my cause / Plead for my case and my innocence / Just like the alien, / I'm a stranger in a strange land / Just like the fatherless I am in need / of someone to take my hand / Just like the widow, / I need you right now to understand and
save me.

Won't you save me?

I Deserve

I tasted fruit that was forbidden / I murdered trust that you had given / And now I'm living in a place that's not my home

The pain in your heart made you regret / The moment we spoke, did you forget? / Will my transgressions bring us all to our sweet end?

Maybe I'm just being too hard on myself. I don't know / Or is it that your mercy is much more than I deserve?

Betrayed by more than just a kiss / I did much more I must admit / Instead of letting it all end you bring new hope

Tuesday, March 07, 2006

The Ultimate Protest Song

Here are the words to the geatest protest song ever....I mean EVER. I think the words to the German version are better yet but I can barely make out their meaning and for the sake of my English only readers I will stick to the English version. It tells an interesting story of a paranoid overreaction by Government in the Cold War.

99 Red Balloons
Nena

You and I in a little toy shop
buy a bag of balloons with the money we've got
Set them free at the break of dawn
'Til one by one, they were gone
Back at base, bugs in the software
Flash the message, "Something's out there"
Floating in the summer sky
99 red balloons go by.

99 red balloons floating in the summer sky
Panic bells, it's red alert
There's something here from somewhere else
The war machine springs to life
Opens up one eager eye
Focusing it on the sky
As 99 red balloons go by.

99 Decision Street, 99 ministers meet
To worry, worry, super-scurry
Call out the troops now in a hurry
This is what we've waited for
This is it boys, this is war
The president is on the line
As 99 red balloons go by.

99 Kriegsminister
Streichholz und Benzinkanister
Hielten sich fuer schlaue Leute
Witterten schon fette Beute
Riefen: Krieg und wollten Macht
Mann, wer haette das gedacht
Dass es einmal soweit kommt
Wegen 99 Luftballons

99 knights of the air
Ride super high tech jet fighters
Everyone's a super hero
Everyone's a Captain Kirk
With orders to identify
To clarify, and classify
Scramble in the summer sky
99 red balloons go by


99 dreams I have had
In every one a red balloon
It's all over and I'm standin' pretty
In the dust that was a city
If I could find a souvenier
Just to prove the world was here...
And here it is, a red balloon
I think of you and let it go.

On second thought, I think that I might as well go ahead and post the words to the German version as well. German has an interesting ring to it.

Hast du etwas Zeit fur mich
Dann singe ich ein Lied fur dich
Von 99 Luftballons
Auf ihrem Weg zum Horizont
Denkst du vielleicht g' rad an mich
Dann singe ich ein Lied fur dich
Von 99 Luftballons
Und dass sowas von sowas kommt

99 Luftballons
Auf ihrem Weg zum Horizont
Hilet man fur Ufos aus dem All
Darum schickte ein General
'Ne Fliegerstafell hinterher
Alarm zu geben, wenn' s si war
Dabei war' n da am Horizont
Nur 99 Luftballons

99 Dusenjager
Jeder war ein grosser Krieger
Hielten zich fur Captain Kirk
Das gab ein grosses Feuerwerk
Die Nachbarn haben nichts gerafft
Und fuhlten sucg gleich angemacht
Dabei schoss man am Horizont
Auf 99 Luftballons

99 Kriegsminister
Streichholz und Benzinkanister
Hielten sich fur schlaue Leute
Witterten schon fette Beute
Riefen: Kring und wollten Macht
mann, wer hatte das gedacht
Dass es einmal soweit kommt
Wegen 99 Luftballons

99 Jahre Krieg
Liessen keine Platz fur Sieger
Kriegsminister gibt' s nicht mehr
Und auch keine Dusenflieger
Heute zieh ich meine Runden
Seh' die Welt in Trummern liegen
Hab' 'nen Luftballon gefunden
Denk' an dich und lass' ihn fliegen

Monday, March 06, 2006

Why?

So the events of the last month and a half have had me asking God "why" a lot lately. I asked Him in a pleading way, I begged, I yelled at Him, I asked nicely with a heartfelt please, I listened, I looked for signs in the sky, I wondered if my dreams meant anything, I wasn't getting anything. This past weekend I spent some time in a truck doing some driving. I started paying attention to what God was telling me. I had some quiet time. Every time I got bored and tried to listen the radio I could find nothing to satisfy my desire for entertainment. I had no peace listening to the radio. It mattered not what I listened to. Country, classic rock, Christian, pop.....no peace. So eventually I just killed the radio and tried to pay attention to what God was trying to say. It was much like the still small voice after the whirlwind, earthquake and whatnot else.

Did God really start to speak to me in an audible voice? Not really. Did He communicate with me? I believe so. What did He say? What I heard was myself asking "why?"....His reply? "I might tell you "why" someday....I might never tell you but that is not the point. The point is, do you trust me? Do you trust Me with your life? Do you trust Me with your future? Do you trust Me enough to spend time with Me aside from your regular request sessions? I am jealous of the time you spend thinking of other people and yourself. I am your God and I want to spend time with you."

So I listened. I spent time with Him and listened some more, I did some talking, I prayed, I worshipped. God and I had some time together and to some it might not seem like a whole lot but to me it was great! The bond I felt with my God those hours on the road between Bemidji and MacGregor reminded me that He is in charge and that He has a plan for me and that that Godly plan is a good one. It is up to me to trust Him and hang on for the ride! It's going to be one heck of a ride!

Thursday, March 02, 2006

Matt Damon

Over my semester break I went to a friend's place and we watched two movies, "Bourne Supremacy" and "Bourne Identity". While we were watching the movies, Carl's wife Leanne mentioned a few times that I bear a resemblance to Matt Damon, the lead actor in each of the movies. I was quite flattered to think that I resemble Matt Damon/Jason Bourne but I forgot about the comment until yesterday. I happened to mention the similarity to some people at the bench and they just did not see it. I was mocked (almost as bad as when I mentioned that I was going to watch the East Coast Music Awards). People seemed to think that looking like Matt was not a good thing. I haven't watched many Matt Damon movies but who wouldn't like to be compared to the "Wild at Heart" fierceness of Jason Bourne? I realize that not all of Matt's roles may be manly, who am I to judge that? If anyone seems to think that Jason Bourne is a pussy they really need to read Eldrege's "Wild at Heart". So anyway, decided to do a Google Image search to prove that I indeed do look like Matt Damon/Jason Bourne. I found a picture that should explain that indeed I do look like Matt/Jason and it is not really that bad to look like him. Now if I can figure out how to post the image I will prove it to all of you naysayers.