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Name: Sam
Gender: Male
Interests: Chickadees
Expertise: being odd
Occupation: Welcome to the Cheesecake Fact
Industry: pwnage
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Member Since:
9/9/2006
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| Well hello everyone, much time has passed since last I blogged, but I'm pretty sure that Kim has kept you all up to date with most of our "goings on." I am in finals week of my second to last quarter at UCI. I took 20 units this quarter and it certainly was a challenge. Finding time to finish all the work assigned to me was nearly impossible, but I'm almost done.
I have a new laptop that I'm really enjoying. My desktop computer is almost 5 years old and can't be expected to last much longer.
Owen and I are currently watching Peter Pan, he told me that his favorite character is the Lost Boy that is dressed as a skunk because he's the littlest of them all.
Work continues as normal, at times slower, at times busier.
I'm still very involved at church. I lead the Spanish worship service every Sunday except for when I preach on every first Sunday of the month.
I usually blog late at night, but with a wee baby around, late night activities consist of either last minute essay-writing or sleeping. So I'm blogging in the morning! Revolutionary!
Hi Grammie! I hope that you're doing well! We miss you and love you very much!!!
Have a great week everyone, I'll try to write more soon.
Don't forget to drink your Ovaltine!
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| So I had a massive blog almost finished...when my browser crashed. Do not worry, the people responsible have been sacked. My brilliant idea to counteract this tragedy (which has happened more than once and to others) is to blog as if I'm writing an email in gmail because it auto saves as you go, then when I'm done I paste it into a blog in Xanga, voila! In fact, the browser crashed A SECOND TIME but the gmail method saved me. I recommend it.
Anyway, I'll try to reconstruct what i wrote, but given my divergent thought pattern I can't guarantee anything.
First of all, Mom wanted to point out the fact that the title of my last blog really had nothing to do with the poem contained within the blog and I must say that the reason for that is simply that I can't really stay on topic when it comes to blogging, so although Christmas was something I wanted to talk about, it simply didn't happen. I promise I'll talk about Christmas in this blog though. So here we go.
Time's been flying by, the last time I blogged Owen wasn't even born yet, but we're so thankful to God for his goodness and mercy in giving us this little gift of joy and life. He's my little boy and I love him dearly. It is amazing that he is already eight weeks old, and Lord willing he will be home soon!
Other than visiting the baby, I haven't been doing much other than working alot. As the benefits holder I need to maintain a certain balance of hours and since I had to miss time while Kim was in the hospital I have needed to work extra to make up for that deficit. Although I am thankful for Insurance, I have to say the system is broken and we have had many frustrations in many circumstances, but God is Lord over all this, and we know that He will give us our daily bread.
I am still peeling from Beach Camp. Apparently I didn't read the warning label on my back which says: "Swedish Irish boys should not be exposed to prolonged sunlight or they will be over-cooked and will experience much pain" I didn't even know I had that warning label until I was removing the burnt skin from my back! Oddly enough it also says: "If found, please return to Newburyport, MA" I should probably update that. Anyway, Beach camp is always a fun-filled four day extravaganza of fellowship with friends, fun in the sun, etc. I have attended since I was thirteen and have always looked forward to it for many reasons. I enjoy the scenery, the water, the people, and the experience. And I won't deny that I often wanted to come because there was a certain Kimberly Winton in whom I was specifically interested, and being the nostalgic person that I am I view beach camp as the early cradle of our relationship.
The coming school year will most likely be my toughest yet for a few reasons: 1. All of my classes will be upper-division non-english classes (Greek Prose and Spanish Literature). 2. I will have a baby. 3. Who has time for all of this!? Well my strength is not my own so I trust that God will help me through it, and I will do my utmost. I am looking forward to completing college. I guess it really is a milestone.
So here we go, getting back to the meat of the blog, and expounding upon the title of my last blog....CHRISTMAS!
Wistfully I wait and yearn for the yule....
As you all know I love my family and they love me and we're a big happy family yadda yadda ya.....
I am infinitely excited for the coming month of December. Not only will it be Owen's first Christmas, but also the entire Renihan clan will be reuniting in Escondido. I haven't decided what will happen when we all arrive because the energy involved could cause some serious problems. For example I fully expect to inflate like a baloon and eventually pop from overstimulation and ecstatic elation. The question then becomes: "What will be the event that makes Sam pop?" Critics may disagree, however in my humble but honest opinion it will be when we ALL don our blanket sleepers (which are being made by Tomtes as we speak) and with one voice recite these traditional words:
"We the Renihans, starry sons of the north,
In the month of December and the day twenty-fourth,
Have all come together to partake in a feast
From the oldest among us to he who is least.
Now let the great songs of our family be sung
Of the Children of Bodom and of proud Neil the Young.
Gather round now young children and a tale will be told
Of a story of rings and a journey quite bold.
It begins with a Hobbit, a small man from the Shire,
And it ends with a ring falling into a fire.
Master these tales and forget not the lore,
Learn from your fathers as we did before.
Remember this night, and keep it close to your heart,
It will give you great comfort when it's time to depart.
But tonight let us smile as we wait for the dawn
When children will marvel and parents will yawn.
So sleep now sweet children, and dream of the fun
That you will be having at the rise of the sun.
For Tomorrow is Christmas, and you've waited all year,
And after tonight it will finally be here."
I think at that point I will explode! POP!
The End.
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| Where to begin?
Once upon a time in a far away land......
No. Not there. Somewhere farther...to hither and yon...
The north wind whispers and gently caresses
The trees as they sway and the sun evanesces,
Telling me secrets of the stars and the night
Lulling me to sleep in the silver moonlight.
Slumber overtakes me, and I'm lost in my dreams
Drifting and wandering like rivers and streams
Enveloped in darkness and encompassed by snow,
Sheathed in fine shadows and the pale lunar glow.
In the stillness of darkness before the dawn of the light,
A sound breaks the silence and a song wakes the night.
Nightingale serenades float on the breeze,
And mourning dove lullabies echo from trees,
Like a sad sort of symphony saying "sleep now my son
And rest till the sentinels' night-watches are done.
Abandon your fear and sink now into rest
For we will watch over the young in the nest."
Take heed now my child, to these words that I say,
And remember them well in the night and the day.
As a help and a comfort they will prove to be true
And as a reminder that we will always love you.
Let this be your lullaby when you get in your bed
And let these words soothe you when you lay down your head:
"I know that our Father in heaven above
Will watch over me in his infinite love.
So I will fly above the clouds so high
To where the moon does kiss the sky
And there will I, with eyes shut tight
Lay me down and say goodnight."
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| Vell hello everybody, I have completed my junior year of college at UCI, and I did it without buying a single textbook for this final quarter haha. I found that in my first two quarters I barely used or needed the textbooks that I was required to buy for many of my classes so this quarter I decided to hold off on buying the books until I needed them, and it turned out I could either borrow them from a friend of mine in the class or find them in the library. It certainly saves money especially when the textbook buyback is really more of a textbook insultyoubygivingyoubarelyanythingback. Anyway, it's very nice to be on summer break, and it gives me more time to spend with Kim and more time to work, and more time to sleeeeep....aaaah blessed slumber. I'm rather tired now. Although school has ended, I don't seem to have caught up on sleep and energy renewal. Guess what? I was on the bus a few weeks ago, and in addition to that Body Fluid Cleanup Kit there was an Infection Containment Kit. WHAT IS THAT FOR??? What do they expect to happen on these busses? Will there be a day when a student suddenly starts to convulse and yells "I have contagious Ebola and Smallpox!" and the busdriver will say: "Goodness gracious, good thing I have this handy dandy Infection Containment Kit!" but what happens when they open it? What in the world is inside it?? I bet you it's a gun and a bodybag, or a tranquilizer and a bodybag. They eliminate you and contain you, that's it. No cool surgical procedure or amazing medicine or neat device....just a gun. The weather is extremely hot here. It is downright nasty. The temperature has been in the high 90's and unlike normal, has not been cooling off in the evening. When your bedroom is upstairs and you don't have AC it gets rather uncomfortable. I told people at work that Irish Swedes like me just melt in this weather. We're so white that we just begin to decompose in this kind of heat. It is also bad for business working in an outdoor mall, because no one wants to walk in the heat to get to our restaurant. It seems that in every place we live a different insect attacks...In our first Tustin apartment Frank the cricket kept us awake at night by hiding under the stove and chirping jingle bells over and over all night, then in the upstairs Tustin aparment, flies often appeared out of nowhere, and now we have ants in our Irvine apartment. I am not sure why or where they're coming from because there are only a few here and there, but they're upstairs and there isn't any food up there....so I don't know what is attracting them, but its annoying because I keep thinking that they are crawling on my legs. Let it be known; however, that spiders follow/attack me wherever I go. They are in all of our apartments and I am the only one that ecounters them. I HATE SPIDERS. They are pure evil. Deo volente, I am going to be a Daddy soon. That is a rather daunting thought, but it is also very exciting. These past 27 1/2 weeks have been so full of stress, decisions, tests, etc that it's hard to imagine it coming to an end soon. It is all worth every minute obviously, and I don't mean to complain in any way, but what I mean is that it has been hard to grasp it all and deal with it because so much keeps happening. I try to just take everything one day at a time and let the worries of tomorrow stay there. Easier said than done obviously, but......... Philippians 4:6 do not be anxious about anything, but in everything by prayer and supplication with thanksgiving let your requests be made known to God. 7 And the peace of God, which surpasses all understanding, will guard your hearts and your minds in Christ Jesus. Lamentations 3:21 But this I call to mind, and therefore I have hope: 22 The steadfast love of the LORD never ceases; his mercies never come to an end; 23they are new every morning; great is your faithfulness. 24 "The LORD is my portion," says my soul, "therefore I will hope in him." 25The LORD is good to those who wait for him, to the soul who seeks him. 26 It is good that one should wait quietly for the salvation of the LORD. 27 It is good for a man that he bear the yoke in his youth. 28Let him sit alone in silence when it is laid on him; 29 let him put his mouth in the dust—there may yet be hope; 30 let him give his cheek to the one who strikes, and let him be filled with insults. 31 For the Lord will not cast off forever, 32but, though he cause grief, he will have compassion according to the abundance of his steadfast love;
33 for he does not willingly afflict or grieve the children of men. Beth and Jenn, you need to make sure Allison and Josiah don't beat up on the other cousins....they're going to be twice the size of Owen! But he will grow up to be a strong warrior! Speaking of warriors, Pirates are out, Vikings are in. Pirates are still cool, but my Pirate fascination, which was always just a joke, is now switching over to Vikings. My Swedish blood compels me to admire the braided beards, brave bards, brawny brutes, etc... Their mythology, art, warfare, craftsmanship, feats, adventures, folklore, culture etc... The truth is that Pirates are basically toned down vikings...both are seafaring raiders...but Pirates are not nearly as manly as Vikings, just look at their costumes... Anyway, Vikings are basically awesome and settled in Newfoundland long before the Spanish set foot in the Caribbean. It is strange to think of how our history would be different if the Vikings had successfully established themselves here in North America. They had settlements, but eventually died out/were killed/left. I'm getting sleepier so I'm going to listen to some good music on my ipod in bed (here at the hospital) until I'm tired enough to fall asleep. Everyone is visiting each other, people in OK, SC, MA, ME....Dad even had Hodgies today....unfair. Such is life. Our time will come. Sample and Hold! God Natt my loved ones. Kauniita Unia! -Jultomte | | |
| To: The citizens of the United States of America:
In light of your failure to nominate competent candidates for President
of the USA and thus to govern yourselves, we hereby give notice of the
revocation of your independence, effective immediately.
Her Sovereign Majesty Queen Elizabeth II will resume monarchical duties
over all states, commonwealths, and territories (except Kansas, which
she does not fancy).
Your new prime minister, Gordon Brown, will appoint a governor for
America without the need for further elections.
Congress and the Senate will be disbanded.
A questionnaire may be circulated next year to determine whether any of
you noticed.
To aid in the transition to a British Crown Dependency, the following
rules are introduced with immediate effect:
You should look up "revocation" in the Oxford English Dictionary.
1. Then look up aluminium, and check the pronunciation guide. You will
be amazed at just how wrongly you have been pronouncing it.
2. The letter 'U' will be reinstated in words such as 'favour' and
'neighbour.' Likewise, you will learn to spell 'doughnut' without
skipping half the letters, and the suffix -ize will be replaced by the
suffix -ise.
Generally, you will be expected to raise your vocabulary to acceptable
levels. (look up 'vocabulary').
3. Using the same twenty-seven words interspersed with filler noises
such as "like" and "you know" is an unacceptable and inefficient form of
communication.
There is no such thing as US English. We will let Microsoft know on your
behalf. The Microsoft spell- checker will be adjusted to take account of
the reinstated letter 'u' and the elimination of -ize. You will relearn
your original national anthem, God Save The Queen.
4. July 4th will no longer be celebrated as a holiday.
5. You will learn to resolve personal issues without using guns,
lawyers, or therapists. The fact that you need so many lawyers and
therapists shows that you're not adult enough to be independent.
Guns should only be handled by adults. If you're not adult enough to
sort things out without suing someone or speaking to a therapist then
you're not grown up enough to handle a gun.
6. Therefore, you will no longer be allowed to own or carry anything
more dangerous than a vegetable peeler. A permit will be required if you
wish to carry a vegetable peeler in public.
7. All American cars are hereby banned. They are crap and this is for
your own good. When we show you German cars, you will understand what we
mean.
8. All intersections will be replaced with roundabouts, and you will
start driving on the left with immediate effect. At the same time, you
will go metric with immediate effect and without the benefit of
conversion tables.
Both roundabouts and metrication will help you understand the British
sense of humour.
9. The Former USA will adopt UK prices on petrol (which you have been
calling gasoline)-roughly $12/US gallon. Get used to it.
10. You will learn to make real chips. Those things you call French
fries are not real chips, and those things you insist on calling potato
chips are properly called crisps. Real chips are thick cut, fried in
animal fat, and dressed not with catsup but with vinegar.
11. The cold tasteless stuff you insist on calling beer is not actually
beer at all. Henceforth, only proper British Bitter will be referred to
as beer, and European brews of known and accepted provenance will be
referred to as Lager. South African beer is also acceptable as they are
pound for pound The greatest sporting Nation on earth and it can only be
due to the beer.
They are also part of British Commonwealth - see what it did for them.
12. Hollywood will be required occasionally to cast English actors as
good guys. Hollywood will also be required to cast English actors to
play English characters.
Watching Andie Macdowell attempt English dialogue in Four Weddings and a
Funeral was an experience akin to having one's ears removed with a
cheese grater.
13. You will cease playing American football. There is only one kind of
proper football; you call it soccer. Those of you brave enough will, in
time, be allowed to play rugby (which has some similarities to American
football, but does not involve stopping for a rest every twenty seconds
or wearing full kevlar body armour like a bunch of nancies). Don't try
Rugby - the South Africans and Kiwis will thrash you, like they
regularly thrash us.
14. Further, you will stop playing baseball. It is not reasonable to
host an event called the World Series for a game which is not played
outside of America. Since only 2.1% of you are aware that there is a
world beyond your borders, your error is understandable. You will learn
cricket, and we will let you face the South Africans first to take the
sting out of their deliveries.
15. You must tell us who killed JFK. It's been driving us mad.
16. An internal revenue agent (i.e. tax collector) from Her Majesty's
Government will be with you shortly to ensure the acquisition of all
monies due (backdated to 1776).
17. Daily Tea Time begins promptly at 4 pm with proper cups, never mugs,
with high quality biscuits (cookies) and cakes; strawberries in season.
God save the Queen.
Only He can.
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