Life...Remixed

Goal Update

2011-07-16T10:52:00.000-07:00

Well, 4/5 isn't bad.

New Me

2011-01-24T04:47:00.000-08:00

It's a new year. Everyone knows that means there are millions of new years resolutions that will be abandoned by the end of January. You ALSO know that I'm as stubborn as a mule. Here's a few of my new years resolution/lifestyle changes:

Abs competition = Working out and eating healthier AND cheaper

DWI = No drinking til my birthday

Stop biting my fingernails

Get my fucking life together/get a real job/live by myself

Last and CERTAINLY not least...

Get over Ms. Meggie Humphreys

This is only a....

2010-09-29T23:16:00.001-07:00

test to see if you're still reading.

Every time....

2010-07-20T10:59:00.001-07:00

I Embrace It

2010-06-17T12:33:00.000-07:00

Mazzy Star - Fade Into You (Black White Version)

2010-06-02T13:55:00.000-07:00

My Goodness...

2010-05-03T19:27:00.000-07:00

Quickie

2010-04-27T15:35:00.000-07:00

I got Staph from CHS, had surgery, and am back to normal. You already know this.

Due to my "off-time," I have to do my internship til May 26th.

As I am writing this, I am SUPER-STRESSED because I am being observed for the first time (in the Health classroom)tomorrow.

It is now apparent that I have effectively put-off all the paperwork for my portfolio to the last minute...as usual.

My Adele Station on Pandora is perfect background music for lesson-planning. I suggest you all listen to it while YOU plan YOUR lessons... :)

98% of my High School Internship is fantastic.

1% of my High School Internship is weird because little, high school girls want to get fresh with Coach Howard.

1% of my High School Internship is frustrating due to one or two students that think they don't have to do anything or listen to anyone.

Spring Break

2010-03-23T18:50:00.001-07:00

What's up, folks? I know that it's been a while since I've posted, so here's "the haps:"

It's spring break around these parts. MOST college seniors try and relish their last spring break in college. Me? Not so much. You see, I will have a job in a field that, conveniently allows me to have a spring break as long as I'm employed. That being said, I haven't done ANYTHING productive in the last 4 days. "B" and "C" are in South Padre Island like a normal married couple. :/ I am just kicking it solo, taking care of their dogs, and trying to relax a bit.

I can see the end of the proverbial tunnel. I'm a mere 25 days of Student Teaching away from graduating. I still have a LOT of paperwork for my "Exit Portfolio" that I still have to do before I'm officially done, but I should be fine. I will say that I'm a little worried about finding a job. I may have to try and get licensed in another content area other than Health and Physical Education so that I could teach another subject. For the time being, I'm just going to try and focus on graduating.

Bulleted list from my first week at the high school? You got it:

the high schoolers are equally impressed as the 2nd graders when I dunk a basketball

just as i expected, I really enjoy wearing slacks and a tie to "work" everyday

I see a little bit of "my high school self" in almost all of my students

I've already been hit-on by an 18 year old student (don't worry, I'm a professional)

Annual Update

2010-02-24T14:29:00.000-08:00

As far as I know, no one is still checking this. I don't care. I'm still going to update it when I get the time. What's new with me? I'll tell you. I'm 3 and 1/2 weeks into my internship. The first six weeks I'm at Pyron Elementary. The second 6 weeks I'll be at Clarksville High School. I can already tell you that I like the elementary better. There's a few up-sides to working with little kids:

they ALWAYS want to participate
with just a little teaching, they make HUGE improvements
who doesn't love to be admired by 25 Second Graders five times a day?

As for the high school, I'll be teaching one class of Athletics and 4 classes of Health. I think I will like the Health class. Who knows...

In other news, my intramural basketball team won the Arkansas state tournament again. No surprise. We'll be going to the regional tournament at Mississippi State soon. Last year, we won that tournament too. Fingers crossed.

As for my social life:

If you're reading this, you should already know that I, by my own accord, do not have anything to report. As silly as you may think I am, I'm sticking to my guns.

That's about it. For your viewing and listening pleasure, I present my personal "Pump Up Jam of the Moment":

Herro...

2010-01-13T06:11:00.000-08:00

My otherwise moderate-to-good mood was spoiled when I saw this:

Anyone there?

2009-09-16T16:30:00.000-07:00

I'm am probably the world's worst blogger because I NEVER update. Well, second worst....megaaaaaaaaaan (that's supposed to be read in the style of "gillyyyyyyyyyyyyy"). Now that I'm back, at least for now, I think I should clarify some things about my semi-recent posts:

Anyone who reads this knows that I'm, sadly, still hopelessly in love with Meggie. As usual, I've seen the errors in my ways and have a billion regrets. I can't do anything about it currently. I've taken all the steps that are possible as of right now. The result? Probably the best that I could hope to receive. Now all I can do is wait.

School....ohhhhhhhhh, school. My appeal for internship was denied. I took the required Praxis and have to wait until January to Student Teach. It's easier to get a job in May anyway.

Housing. I, currently, need a place to live. I'm thinking about moving in with a friend of mine. I doubt it'll be a problem, but I'm keeping my fingers crossed.

Other news...I am loving The Blueprint III.

Shut Up

2009-08-26T01:53:00.000-07:00

Yes, I love her.

No, I can't stop loving her.

Yes, I support that she loves someone else.

No, I've never met this 'someone else'

No, I'm not willing to try to let her love anyone other that me

I know that I'm less-than-desirable

Daddy's Back...for now

2009-06-25T18:59:00.000-07:00

Here's the skinny (or in my case, not-so-skinny):

I'm working. If you wake up and ask yourself, "I wonder what Big Mike is doing?"..If you wanna go grab a bite to eat for lunch...If you just wanna call me and catch up....The answer is I'm working. Oh, and my cell phone has crapped out again. I know, I know. I break phones all the time. I'll get the problem fixed soon. Here's the deal about this job:

I work from 6am to whenever the boss says to go home. Monday thru Saturday. (sometimes Sunday)
I get (as of 2 days ago) $9.00/hour
If I work more than 40 hours a week, I get time + 1/2. (Now $13.50)
I routinely work 60-70 hours a week.
Ugh.

I did, however, find time to watch the first episode of The Real World: Cancun. Here's another bulleted list containing my thoughts:

CJ is a dreamboat. Even I would have sex with this man. Not surprising, I know. He's cool in my book though. He has a gf. I believe he will not cheat on her, even though he's already SLEPT in a female roommates bed. (He should have slept with Derek)
Joey is an ass. That's it. He's a creep.
Derek is the only normal person in the house. I have a slight man-crush on him. Of course, he's gay.
Emilee is too much. Too nice. Too sweet. Too much. She wants CJ even though he has a woman. No, Emilee.
Jasmine/Ayiiia are nothing to me....yet.
Bronne is me. You know it. I know it. He got so drunk that he made out with a woman's MOTHER. He has little personality other than being a follower. I'm anxious to see this season so that Bronne can show me what I would be like on the RR.
I have saved Jonna for last on purpose. This damn girl. She has a bf at home. Listen to me closely: No she doesn't. She "started dating" this homely looking guy (to quote High Fidelity: "What I really learned from the whole Charlie Debacle is that you gotta punch your weight. Charlie was out of my Class: too pretty, too smart, too witty, too much. What am I? Average. A middleweight. Not the smartest guy in the world, but certainly not the dumbest.") before she got on the show so that she could be the drama queen that cheated on her significant other. She told Derek that she wouldn't. She will. I just hope it's not with CJ. Needless to say, I don't like this girl. As the adage goes: If she looks like a liar and she sounds like a liar, she's a slut.

PS: This song is on Repeat in my head lately.

Summertime Update

2009-05-27T21:39:00.000-07:00

I'm in Russellville. I'm poor. There's nothing to do. I'm looking for a job. That's what's been happening in my life.

I recently have become addicted to Disc Golf. If you don't know what that is, look it up on YouTube. It looks nerdy, but it's SO fun.

Other than that, I'm a loser. Nothing going on in my world. :(

Follow Up

2009-05-07T17:37:00.000-07:00

I know that Fayetteville will be more fun. Russellville sucks. I know this. You know this. There is nothing to do, hence, nothing to spend my hard earned money on. With the money saved, I could purchase a much needed vehicle for my internship this fall. Basically, it's Fun vs Responsibility.

Clap Ya Hands Like This...

2009-05-06T13:15:00.000-07:00

Like THIS!

The sun is out today. I don't know for how long, but Mikey likey. As for what's new with me, it's Finals Week at Arkansas Tech University. That means a couple of things. 1) I don't study. 2) My classes are at strange times during the day. 3) I get to stay up late for no reason. 4) The semester is almost over. 5) As a result of #4, I have to make a decision about my summer plans.

I have narrowed it down to two options. I can either:

Maintain my residence in Russellville. Get a job (probably the shitty factory job that I used to have working nights). Try to save money. Try to lose weight. Play a shit-load of sand volleyball with friends. Orrrrrrrrrrr...
Pretty much move to Fayetteville. Stay with Marshall and Lauren. Work behind the bar at Habibi like last summer. TRY to workout regularly, eat healthy, and lose weight. TRY NOT to spend all my money at restaurants and the mall. Play a shit-load of sand volleyball in the Fayetteville Summer Sand Volleyball League. Have tons of fun.

Came Up Short

2009-04-28T11:14:00.000-07:00

After a looooooooong weekend in North Carolina, I regret to inform you that I am NOT a National Champion. As it turns out, there's only one winner, and we lost. Out of the 40 teams that were there, we finished 4th. An admirable finish, you say? Sure. Except for the fact that we had a legitimate chance of winning the whole she-bang-a-bang. There was only one team that was definitively better than us, and we didn't even get a chance to play them. Oh well, right?

We got to visit the Duke and UNC campuses. If you don't already know, I am a HUGE Duke Blue Devil fan, so the sight-seeing was the highlight of the trip for me. We shopped the Duke bookstore and bought several pieces of Duke apparel. Among the unreal parts of the trip: We got into Cameron Indoor Stadium (where Duke plays their games.) I walked on Coach K Court. I hung from the actual rims that they play on. I randomly ran into Duke Players Jon Scheyer, Greg Paulus, and Brian Zoubeck in the halls of Cameron. I got a picture with Greg Paulus. It was awesome. As for UNC's campus, their basketball arena was closed for renovations. I did, however, get to go through their basketball hall of fame museum. Yes, I was 6 inches away from Michael Jordan's UNC sneakers.

All in all, it was a good trip. Yeah, it sucks that we lost, but we gave it a good run. I had a sweet trip, good times, tons of laughs, and great memories. I'll post some pics when I get them developed.

PS: Dear Tall, Skinny Waitress from NC State Sports Bar,

No, I don't have a girlfriend. Yes, I am tall and relatively muscular. Yes, I feel awkward when you touch my shoulders too many times. Yes, I won trivia. Yes, I am smarter than you. No, I will not call you. No, I will not text you. Yes, you should eat something, Ms. Skinny. Peace out.

4 Day Weekend Post

2009-04-22T11:30:00.000-07:00

Why do I have a four day weekend, you ask? Well, I get to wake up at 5 a.m and ride to Raleigh, NC tomorrow. I get to stay there until Sunday. Boo Yah. (or "Boosh," if you prefer) I get to hoop it up with the nation's best basketballers that AREN'T on a collegiate team. Let's hope that I can hold my own.

On to other news, why haven't I posted more often? I have no real reason. Laziness. Lack of fun stuff. All of the above. I can tell you what I HAVE been doing: drinking too much. Why is it that when any one of my friends wants to chill out and drink, I always answer a loud, resounding, enthusiastic, "I'm IN!?" Ugh. Whether it be vodka/tonics at the house with JG, 50 cent drafts at the 40 with Chris, Lauren, and Trent, or Burnett's Sweet Tea Vodka/Arby's Sweet Tea in the hot tub, I have been getting all kinds of drunk on all kinds of days of the week for no reason. There'll be no getting drunk this weekend because of the basketball. There'll be no drinking during the week next week either. Next weekend, however? I'll probably be back on the wagon.

Nothing could be more true

than the E-card shown above. *sigh*

Quick, Late Night Post

2009-04-13T20:29:00.000-07:00

Here's the status quo:

I'm tired from playing approximately 4 1/2 hours of basketball today.
I smell like a foot. Or ass. Or a foot that's been lodged deep, deep in an ass.
I want a shower.
I want a post-shower Vodka and Tonic.
I'm quickly realizing how much I need a lady.
I'm quickly realizing how far I am getting from having a lady.
Pandora is hooking me up with "Didn't We Almost Have It All" by Whitney

Bonus Pic

2009-04-09T07:36:00.001-07:00

T-Town

2009-04-01T09:21:00.001-07:00

Gorgeous...everyday.

Trav, Cavey, and me...Coronas are on special all summer long.

Theme Night: Golf Pros and Tennis Hoes.
That's how we do it.

A little beach volleyball.

Last Post Before FLORIDA!

2009-03-19T10:30:00.000-07:00

I'm depressed. Well, depressed isn't the word. I'm kinda sad. No, that's not it either. In a blah mood? No, that doesn't cover it. Slightly perky. That doesn't envelop my emotions. Happy? Too generic. Excited? Not quite, but close. Bouncing off the walls and pumped out of my friggin' mind? Bingo.

In approximately 26 hours time, I will be on my way to the Sunshine State (Ah, Denver. GORGEOUS!). You can derive my emotions from my slightly sarcastic intro. School has been kicking my ass recently. I've been No-Carb dieting, which makes me even more crabby. Daddy is ready for a break. Rest and relaxation is gonna be great. Who am I kidding? We all know that I'm gonna stay out all night drinking, partying, possibly dancing, playing on the beach, eating any and everything that is in front of me, and all in all just living it up. I'll probably come home more tired than I am now. Probably 50 lbs heavier too.

Is It Worth It?

2009-03-16T09:08:00.000-07:00

Saint Patty's Day is nearly upon us, and guess what? No green beer for me this year. Moreover, no beer of ANY color for me this year. Tragic. My reasoning? Spring Break is less than a week away, and I plan to spend 80-90% my time on or near a beach. Hence, no shirt (Yeeeeah, hence). If you know me (and if you're reading my blog, you do), you know my "Shirt-Off Policy" all too well. I avoid being seen topless at all cost. This 7-Day span in March is a small exception to the rule. Beer + Me = Chubs. Chubs + Topless = Gross. Gross + Self Image = Tears. If I continue my diet and workout schedule, I predict that I can drop another 5-7 lbs by this weekend. It'll be SOOOOOOOO worth it.

Before

After

Clarification

2009-03-12T14:47:00.000-07:00

There has been some questions about my label choice on the last post. Here's where i got it and why I chose it: "Swagger Like Us." If you listen to it, a young man named Kanye West dropped the lyric, "How's it feel to wake up to be the shit AND the urine." I believe that he's trying to say that with his recent success, he has risen to levels higher than simply being "The Shit." To be witty and funny, he chose the line featured above. After beating ass in Mississippi, I felt like, all the sudden, we were/are the shit AND the urine.

And yes, we get to go to Raleigh, NC for nationals at NC State.

Famous Alumni include:

Senator John Edwards

Coach Bill Cowher

Comedian and Beard Enthusiast Zack Galifianakis

If You Haven't Heard...

2009-03-10T19:59:00.000-07:00

We are the Champions.

Yeah, my intramural team won the Regional Tournament. I would like to say, "Sorry," to all the Mississippi State teams that thought they were gonna roll on that Arkansas Tech team of white guys, to the Ohio State team that lost in the first round of the tournament but "didn't see any competition here," the small Mississippi school that we beat 100-38 in the first round (we took out our starters after the first 4 minutes....we were up 23-0 at that point), and to the poor guy that wanted a rebound and didn't realize that Daddy could jump (seriously, dude, was your dignity really worth getting mashed on? It's not like the everyone in the gym saw it though........)

It wasn't this bad, but close.

I Wanna Take You Down

2009-03-04T11:32:00.000-08:00

*Sing Songy Tone* I'm going to Mississippi. I'm going to Mississippi. I'm going to Mississippi. *End Sing Songy Tone*

If you've kept up with this blog, then you know that I get to go to Mississippi State University to play in the Intramural Regional Tournament. This means:

I'll be at a SEC school and using SEC facilities

I'll be treated like a star athlete for 3 days

I get to miss classes on Friday

I get tons of free merchandise from the sponsors

This is Dwight Howard. HOWARD. We're basically family, and I will be making our family proud by recreating this picture.

PS: "Take You Down" by Chris Brown makes me happy in a lot of ways.

Case of the Mondays

2009-03-02T09:32:00.000-08:00

I'm already done with this week. I attribute these feelings to the fact that I didn't get much sleep last night. Ugh. When will I learn? If you stay up late and get up early, you're gonna feel like poop. Anyway. Here's a few things I can look forward to:

This weekend is Regional Intramurals, so I get to go to Mississippi

I "get" to teach a lesson on Golf on Friday

Subway started their $5 Footlong Campaign again

But I don't get to have any until my Cheat Day (Saturday)

I get a PHONE THIS WEEK! Expect some calls...

Wickety Wickety...

2009-02-24T12:52:00.000-08:00

...good mood! I have no reason to be in a good mood, but positivity is here. It's been a minute since my last post. A little bit has happened since then. In lieu of a list, I'll speak in paragraph form.
Jason's friend, Ryan Reichle, came to visit from the Great White North (read: Michigan). All times are approximate.
8 pm- Reichle got to our place
8:30- I got home from my night class
8:32- I took my first sip of a Whiskey and Cherry Coke Zero
8:55- I took my first sip of my second Whiskey and Cherry Coke Zero
9:15- I got into the shower
9:16- I quickly realized that I'd only eaten AN omelet that day
9:16-9:22- I tried to stay upright in the shower
10:30- We walked through the doors of the Illustrious North 40 Club
10:32- I took my first sip of my *insert cringe here* Diet Coke and 151
11ish- I took my first sip of my second DC and 151
12ish- I took my first sip....you get the idea
1ish- Jason told me that he and Reichle are leaving. "I know that you're gonna say no, but I think its a good idea for you to come with us."
1ish- I declined the invitation to leave
1:30ish- I asked Beau to run to the bar and get me another DC and 151
10 am- I woke up on the futon in our living room
10:01- I fell face first on my bed
2pm- I woke up.

Short story long, I don't know what happened during that "gap" in time. My jeans had mud all over them. My torso had/still has several scratches. Bruises are clearly evident. Scary.

Now that THAT's out of the way, the Arkansas Intramurals State Basketball Tournament was held in Conway this weekend. My team won the Tech Tournament, so we get to go to UCA and play the best teams from the colleges in the state. We beat all the teams in our pool. Oops. We got the #1 seed in the bracket. Double oops. We won the whole damn tournament. Triple oops. I was named to the All-Tournament Team. OopsOopsOopsOops. That's how Daddy does it. What does this mean? In two weeks, we get to travel to Mississippi State University and play the best teams in our region. Guess who is gonna act a damn fool in Starkville, Ms? Me. I'm the answer to that question.

PS: My phone is all kinds of f*cked up. A new one will be had SOON.

Valentine's Day Early

2009-02-13T11:49:00.000-08:00

Ok. I know that it's a day early, but I had to make a Valentine's Day post. I, myself, do not have a "valentine" this year. Why? My own fault. I'm not THAT person that sulks because they do not have a significant other. Plans for tomorrow? I'll probably go out and have dinner, come home, maybe watch a movie, and drink some wine. Sounds fun.

I would like to say that I love each and every person that reads this blog. How do I know that? Well, I don't have too many readers, so it's not that hard to figure out. I'm thrilled that each of you are a part of my life. I'm a better person because of it.

***I'm adding this song simply because it's my favorite jam right now. I love it, and it loves me. Maybe this song can be my valentine.***

It's been a long time...

2009-02-11T09:04:00.000-08:00

Why the lack of posts? Nothing much has been happening in Mikey's World (don'tcha know). I'll celebrate that fact with this list:

I'm 2 1/2 weeks deep into my No-Carb Diet

Sundays are wonderful because they're my cheat day

I wish Jason would quit dragging his feet about Spring Break and just find a cruise

Yes, my first cruise is in my immediate future

Undefeated in intramural 5 on 5 basketball....obviously

Hazelnut Cream candles make my bedroom smell fantasmic

The weather is warming up, and you know what that means: Sand Volleyball Soon!

Manic Monday

2009-02-02T09:01:00.000-08:00

Ahh, Monday. I'm feeling refreshed today. I know what you're saying/thinking: "Mike, why in the name of Zeus are you feeling refreshed on a damn Monday?" I'll tell you. Since I started my carb-diet last week, I had felt sluggish all week. Sundays, however, are my "cheat days," so I was able to eat and drink whatever I wanted yesterday. Best believe...that Daddy put in WORK. Here's a rundown:

2 Cinnamon Twists Donuts

1 Glazed Twist Donut

1 Pint of Chocolate Milk

1 Turkey Bacon Swiss Sub from Arby's

1 Chicken and Swiss Sandwich from Arby's

20ish Pizza Rolls

3 Coronas

3 Shots of Homemade Kahlua

5 Sam Adams Blackberry Witbier (I wholeheartedly recommend it)

2 Hamburgers off the grill

1 Pint of Phish Food Ben and Jerry's

1 Bowl of Lauren's Strawberry and Blueberry dessert dish (with Cool Whhhhip)

3 Beddar Cheddar Brats

25ish MORE Pizza Rolls

6 Nutty Bars

2 Glasses of Milk

Juuuuuuuuust great.

2009-01-20T12:00:00.000-08:00

Quick note. My "Destiny's Child" station on Pandora is especially great this afternoon. It's like that woman with the box of evils can read my mood. Here's a run-down of the first 5 songs that were played...and enjoyed:

"Cater 2 U" by DC
"Do It To It" by Cherish and Sean Paul
"No Air" by Jordin Sparks and Chris Breeeeeezy
"Foolish" by Ashanti
"By Your Side" by Sade

PS: Shouts out to Marshall and the future Mrs. Ward. Congratulations, goofballs.

Surprise!

2009-01-20T08:11:00.001-08:00

I woke up this morning. Got bundled up to ride to class. By CHANCE, I checked my e-mail (luckily, for my professor and myself). Why? Because both of my classes were canceled this morning (two classes...same professor). I don't know why I checked my e-mail. I just did. Now I get to lounge around the house until this afternoon when I have to go to an elementary school to do some field observation. It was still a good surprise.

Don't Judge Me

2009-01-14T11:33:00.000-08:00

Here's the story (pardon me if it is wordy and long-winded):

Marshall, Jason, and I chose to go to Fayetteville on the evening of January 10. It was the last Saturday before we all had to report back to the unfriendly confines of Arkansas Tech. We had planned to go to Habibi first. Get some drinks. Then head to another bar or two. Then finish the night back at Habibi and do some after-hours drinking. Nice plan...

Trent and his girlfriend, Brittany, were going up to Fayetteville for a friend's birthday, so we decided to ride with them. We got to Habibi at 9 pm. By 10 pm, we were walking out the door to go to (insert Mike's cringe here) a strip club. If you know me, you know that I am COMPLETELY out of my element at a strip club. After we'd been there for a bit, Jason hits on a lady. NOT a dancer. NOT a waitress. NOT a bartender. Just simply a patron of the establishment. She tells him that she and her group of friends are planning on going out on Dickson Street later and that he should meet them. They exchange numbers. After an hour of diverting my eye contact from the stage, we leave. We're back at Habibi at 11:15. (<- That will be the last actual "time" that I remember) We tell Shane the stories of the club. We drink. We drink. We mingle. We drink.

Jason gets a text from ole girl. They're at Stir. He wants to go over there. I go as a wingman. We get there. Her friends are getting kicked out as we arrive. Literally. We don't have to pay the cover because the bouncers and doormen are escorting her friends to the street. Nice. She's about to leave since her friends got kicked out. I pound a drink. We leave. Next bar is called Z-330. It's packed. Shoulder to shoulder. Loud music. I go to the bar to get us a drink. Jason conversates with ole girl. After I make a lap to see if I know anyone else there, Jason finds me. Her and her friends are leaving. They're going home. No biggie. We go back to Habibi.

We arrive to Habibi to find it at around 1/2 capacity, which is busy for Habeebs. We drink. We mingle. We drink. Last call comes and goes. We go into the private room. We drink. We smoke hookah. We drink. Shane brings shots. We drink. We drink. Shane brings shots. We drink. We drink. Shane brings shots. We drink. We drink. Shane brings shots. We drink. You get the idea. People periodically leave. There is only Jason, Marshall, Shane, a girl named Christy, and a girl named Susan left. Marshall is talking about his pinched nerve and how hot tubs make it feel better. Susan comments that she has a hot tub. Uh-oh.

We make the drive to Springdale. I don't know how long it took. We get there. Sure enough, there's a hot tub out back. Splash. Marshall's in. Splash. Shane's in. Splash. Susan's in. Splash. Mike's in. Splash. Jason's in. Splash. Christy's in. I don't know the capacity of this particular model of spa, but I know that we were all in it. We drink. We soak. We drink. We soak. I play fetch with Susan's charming chocolate lab, Kota. Jason is the first one out. He's ready for bed. He goes inside, lies down, and falls asleep/passes out. Shane drops a beer bottle on the patio. Concrete + Glass = no good for bare feet or puppy dog feet. I hop out and sweep it up. I, then, decide that I don't want to get back in the tub. I want to dry off and call it a night. I don't know how long I sat on the couch watching tv, but then shane and marshall came in and announced our departure. We wake up Jason. I put Susan in bed. Christy goes to bed on her own. We leave.

On the car ride back to Shane's house, we decide that we're hungry. Our destination changes to Denny's. On the ride to Denny's, Marshall calls our buddy, Travis, that used to live with us but now lives in Tampa, Fl. Travis is awake. Why, you ask? Because according to Marshall's call log on his cell phone, we called him at 10:34 am, which made it 11:34 am EST. We laugh. We tell him about our evening/morning. Good times. When we arrive at Denny's we sit down, order too much food, talk loudly, curse loudly, receive angry stares from other tables, and laugh. Needless to say, the hostess didn't sit any other tables NEAR us. I guess I don't blame her since it WAS Sunday morning at 11. After paying the tab and leaving a hefty tip, we travel back to Shane's house. Upon arrival at approximately 11:45 am, Shane turns on Tropic Thunder. We laugh. We laugh. We laugh. We fall asleep.

Trent wakes us up. Apparently, it's time to leave. I don't realize it until we are already on the interstate and I look at the clock, but it is 12:30 pm. That's right, Ladies and Gents. We had been asleep for around 20-30 minutes. Never, throughout the whole night/morning, did any of us blackout. We remembered every moment.

We arrived in Fayetteville at 9pm on Saturday. We arrived back in Russellville at about 2:15 pm on Sunday. Our trip lasted a little more than 17 hours. It felt like a month.

*Some details of these accounts have been omitted by me*

Guess who's back...

2009-01-08T13:59:00.000-08:00

Back again. Mikey's back. Tell a friend.

What have I done in my absence? I'll tell you. Nothing. Sad, I know. The most entertaining part of my life has kicked off withing the last 10 days. Last weekend, Megs and I made a trip to Conweezy to kick it with Melissa Margaret. It was a good time. We went out to Da, Da, Da Rock. Willy D's. Oh, how you slay me. I got called up on stage by the cutie that was rocking the piano. Why me, you ask? Because when the aforementioned cutie asked for a volunteer to come up on stage to do a toe touch, the Haney sisters and friends screamed and pointed at me. I went up there. Acted like a cheerleader. Did a toe touch. Was it a perfect toe touch? No. Was it the best possible toe touch that I am capable of doing? No, I was in jeans and dress shoes and hadn't stretched or warmed up. Was it a good enough toe touch to make the crowd go nuts? Yes. Apparently, I don't look athletic at all.

***Fast forward 30 minutes***

It happens to be a girl's birthday. Wait. TWO girls' birthday. They go up on stage. They need dance partners according to Piano Cutie. One has a boyfriend. He goes up on stage. The other doesn't have a boyfriend. Piano Cutie asks for a single guy to volunteer. Cue the Haney's and friends. I go. It's a dance contest. Country first. We goof off. We win. Next, how low can you go. I go lower. We win. Next, 90's white boy dance. I am white and was alive in the 90's. We win. Last...here's what hurts...chippendale's. AND we have to take off an article of clothing. Good grief. I, myself, have a button-down dress shirt on without a shirt underneath. I am not in the type of shape to take off my shirt in the middle of a bar. I choose the belt. I proceed to dance provocatively on a complete stranger. We win.

Here's the problem. The Haney's were completely shocked that I could dance like that. I have maintained, for years, that I CAN dance but CHOOSE not to. I get forced into a dancing situation, and due to my competitive streak and hatred of losing, I perform. Short story long....I win.

I heart you, Pandora

2008-10-06T23:14:00.000-07:00

I really do. I just keep adding stations. It's closing in on an addiction. Alicia? Fo sho. Jay-Z? Nailed it. Ne-Yo? Of course. Mos Def? Well...most definitely. There's more, but I'm not going to bore you. I'm making this post in the wee hours of a Monday night/Tuesday morning because in lieu of studying Adolescent Development and Exceptionalites, I chose to listen to jams and peruse the world wide web. Ugh. I'll regret it at 8 when I'm in the gym. Oh well. Currently? Common "Love Is". I can't get enough of this shit. Thumbs up. Thumbs down. Awesome.

As for other news, I'm the same as I always have been:

Slacking enough to get by in school
Unhappy with my weight/appearance/self-image
Undecided about my future
Conflicted/Nonexistent love-life

Get Some...

2008-09-17T08:17:00.000-07:00

IF I WERE AN ANIMAL, i'd be a manatee.
IF I WERE A MOVIE, i'd be High Fidelity.
IF I WERE A FOOD, i'd be meatloaf.
IF I WERE A TV CHARACTER, i'd be Mr. Eko from LOST.
IF I WERE A PIECE OF CLOTHING, i'd be old, torn jeans.
IF I WERE A DAY OF THE WEEK, i'd be wednesday.
IF I WERE A HOLIDAY, i'd be valentine's day.
IF I WERE A PIECE OF FURNITURE, i'd be an ottoman.
IF I WERE A COLOR, i'd be red.
IF I WERE A U.S. CITY, i'd be HOT-lanta.

Hey, Strangers.

2008-05-19T14:15:00.000-07:00

I know I don't update, it's been too long, and you probably don't even check this thing anymore, but alas, I chose to make a new post today. Summer break is in full swing. I spend most days lounging around my house, going fishing with Jason and Chris, or playing sand volleyball. Nights? Watching movies. It's a sad, sad life, folks. No social life. Ugh.

It's been awhiiiiiiiiile

2008-02-29T07:24:00.000-08:00

I'm going to spare everyone the usual apologies about the lack of posting by yours truly and skip right to catching you folks up on what's going on in Mikey's World.

Let's seeeeeee....what have I been doing since we've last spoken....

There's been lots of going to class, lots of going to area-schools to observe classes, lots of volleyball and basketball games, the occasional night of boozing, and the occasional weekend in Fayetteville. If you mix all those together, you can pretty much predict my weekly routine. I'm kinda stuck in a rut. I'm sure that you all know the feeling: you just keep doing the same thing over and over again. You feel like you're stuck in quicksand. Well, that's what I'm starting to feel like. I'm just in the beginning stages, so don't fret. I just need to find a way to break out of it before it gets any worse. Aaaaaaanyway...

In the aforementioned volleyball and basketball discussion, my intramural b-ball team won the Tech tournament and earned a bid to regionals. Hooray. My city-league volleyball team is all but dominating the standings. Yay. My knees and shin splints are beginning to hurt again. The reason being is that I weigh WAY too much to be running and jumping around as much as I do. The solution? Either stop running and jumping around....not likely.....or lose weight. I'm choosing the latter. Knees and shins aside, the loss of weight may even help my lack of luck with the ladies, which has been well documented. As it turns out, women don't like fat guys. Who knew?

2008-02-17T13:47:00.001-08:00

No pictures, no time

2008-02-08T15:18:00.000-08:00

Out of the blue, I got invited to go to Fayetteville. I knew Marshall and Lauren were going up there this weekend for the Razorbacks Basketball game, but I didn't want to go and waste time while they were at the game. It turns out that I'm going....fuck it. I'm boozing it up to celebrate a B or a C on my most recent Educational Psychology test. I made Marshall promise me that we would come back after the game on Saturday because he's been known to prolong trips to Fayette-Nam by several days. Anyhooch. Leave plenty of comments because I love them.

PS: It's 5:30 p.m, and I'm getting toasty from the Sam Adams that I've been pounding.

It's Friiiiiiiiiiday

2008-02-01T15:56:00.000-08:00

I ended this horrendous academic school week with a test at 1 o'clock this afternoon. I feel like I did well, so to celebrate, I plan on getting 28 sheets to the wind tonight....probably tomorrow night....who knows, Sunday afternoon too.

News...

The Thundercats City League Volleyball Team is playing well. We've won several matches and lost a couple. The more we play together; the better we get.

I found out that I may have a chance to coach volleyball in Brazil after I graduate.

Fat Bastard Shiraz makes me warm and fuzzy allllllllllllll over.

I am now positive that "Scrubs" is the funniest show on tv.

LOST started again last night. I'm pissed because no one has physically assaulted Ben to the point of death. That bug-eyed bastard would be lying in a ditch somewhere if I was on that island.

It's becoming progressively clear to me that I need the love of a good woman. I, currently, am not recieving said love.

Eyes Wide Open

2008-01-27T15:32:00.000-08:00

Good morning, everyone. I only say this because I have spent the last 37 hours in bed. My illness took a turn for the worse yesterday morning. I woke up, threw up, and maintained a steady body temperature of around 102 all day and night. Let me just say that my fever and Nyquil-induced stupor was NOT fun. I felt better this afternoon when I got up. Yeah, I got up...this AFTERNOON. I feel like I've wasted and entire weekend, which I have.

I could have sent this in, but didn't:

Down with the Sickness

2008-01-24T20:32:00.000-08:00

I know it's been awhile since I've updated, and I'm sorry. Here's the new business:

The Russellville City League Volleyball season started on Tuesday. So far, our team, which is the best team in the league, hasn't played well, and we're still tied for 1st place.

I am sick, and I caught this illness from Jason. In the germs' defense, I asked for it....literally. I said that I wanted to get sick for the aforementioned weight loss reasons, and my wishes have come true.

School's crazy...as usual.

I'm going to buy a big bottle of wine and drink it all by myself. I hear Fat Bastard is pretty good. ;)

Wanna see something funny/tragic?

2008-01-17T11:50:00.000-08:00

A friend of me challenged me to grow a mustache with him over the christmas break. I obliged. I just grew out my normal goatee, and when his 'stache got long enough, I just shaved everything but the upper lip. I've already shaved it, but alas, here it is:

Manic Monday...Wednesday...and Friday

2008-01-15T10:07:00.000-08:00

Now that the first day of school is over, I've realized something: Every Monday, Wednesday, and Friday of this semester is gonna be C-R-A-Z-Y. The bulk of my credit load happens on those three days. I only have one class on Tuesday's, and only ZERO classes on Thursday. It's too bad that I have to go to local schools and observe/teach for 42 hours over the course of the semester. Hoo....ray. Ugh.

Late Night/Early Morning Post

2008-01-10T04:20:00.000-08:00

Hey, gang (in a non-inner-city type of way). Everyone's been begging for some details. Details of what, you ask? I don't know, but I'm a man of the people and will oblige.

I'll start with my Spa City visit. I honestly got home and immediately mixed a drink for my mother. Apparently, Cruzan has made a fortune off of the 3087 Gourdneck Valley Road residence. It was rainy and cold pretty much the whole time I was home. I took a day (read: 4 hour trip to the mall) and went Christmas shopping. In those 4 hours, I completed all the shopping that I thought was necessary. Sure, some of you that are reading this right now deserve a present WAY more than some of the schmucks that I gave them to, but you are the same folks that don't require a christmas gift to know that I love you.

Back in Russell-tucky, I played fetch with Jada, ate loads of pizza (which I do not recommend unless you want to gain 15 pounds), and watched the tube. Exciting, I know. I did help Marshall and Lauren move out of their apartment and into Lauren's Dad's house. Her dad, Darryl, has taken a job in Mississippi and is letting M+L live in his LAKE HOUSE rent-free. Unreal.

I expected to go to Fayetteville on New Year's Eve and work security for my friend, Shane's, newly opened bar. Unfortunately, he hasn't completed the paperwork and zoning forms and blah blah blah, so he wasn't able to open it yet. Instead of tending to a bunch of drunks in Habibi, his bar, I became one. We all just bought a bunch of hooch and rang in the new year in his bar anyway. This is my new year's kiss. She seemed a bit drunk but didn't object to me kissing her at midnight. The next day, we watched the Hogs get throttled in their bowl game and then drove home.

Since then, I have been eating...and not working out. That means that I've gained a bunch of weight. Booooo. Add that to my already skewed self-image, and you guessed it, I'm starting the Spring Semester with a new diet and work-out plan. Slimmer waist and sexy tummy, here I come!

Welcome back...

2008-01-05T15:54:00.000-08:00

Hey, folks. I'm sorry for my blogging hiatus. I've been busy (no I haven't) with lots of holiday business. Really though, the (stolen) wireless internet connection at my house has been all but nonexistant. Regardless....here we go:

I went home to the Spa City for the week of Christmas. Good times, as always, at the ole' Ranch de la Howard. I chopped some firewood for my Pops so that he wouldn't have to for the rest of the winter. I also played bartender for my darling mother, who needed a decent amount of alcohol to make it through the holidays this weekend.

Since I've been back, I've done a ton of nothing. I went to Fayetteville for New Years....got drunk....that's about it. Sad...I know.

I promise to elaborate more....later.

Exhibit A

2007-12-17T01:16:00.001-08:00

I titled this post as I did because I want everyone to realize that you shouldn't make posts at 4 o'clock in the morning. I am doing so because I have a lot of stuff going on in the ole' noggin, and I want to get at least some of it off my mind.

I got back from my trip to Conway this evening. As I always am, I was bad at the goodbye. Everytime I hang out with the Miz and Mastertater I realize several things: 1) How much I need them in my life to keep me sane and happy. 2) How I live my life in thorough mediocrity without them. 3) How they are absolutely and completely wonderful people. 4) How they are my best friends...by a LONG shot. 5) How LITTLE they are a part of my current life. All of these factors contribute to the fact that, all in all, I'm kind of an unhappy guy. Don't get all upset with me. I know that I have a lot of things that are positive and that things could be way worse. It's just that I realize that I'm not exactly a perfect portrait of happiness. I'm probably closer to a blurry photo of contentment...and I don't like it. The worst part is that I don't even have a clear idea of what I DO want. Ugh.

Alexis leaves for Las Vegas and her Christmas break tomorrow morning at 8. She's "contemplating" transferring to UNLV either for the Spring Semester or the Fall Semester. (I put contemplating in quotation marks because it is this author's belief that she's already settled on the idea.) As it turns out, she hates her volleyball coach here...which I knew and don't blame her. She dislikes all but 1 or 2 of her teammates...which I don't blame her (they're all lazy, slutty bitches...yeah, I said it). After playing and practicing with most of the UNLV team this past summer, she loves everything about them, but most importantly ( I think) their work ethic. She fits better with them. Ok, I'm babbling. The point is that she's the closest thing I have to a "female" presence in my life, and she's leaving. I snuck her Christmas present into her room this evening in hopes that she wouldn't find it until tomorrow morning and hence, I wouldn't have to face her. What's the present, you ask? That-> She has a thing for "infinity," so that explains that. As for your ideas that I am smitten with her ( I know you're thinking it), I'm pretty positive that I would rather be her friend than a significant other because she seems to always hurt her boyfriends. We all know that I don't need any more of THAT pain right now.

Why is all of this coming out now? Mostly because I can't sleep. It could be worse, folks...If I had some wine here, I'd probably have polished off the whole bottle by now and given you a REAL look into the craziness that IS my mind.

Two down...two to go

2007-12-12T13:50:00.000-08:00

Just a quick update: I've currently made two of my finals my bitch. In the morning, I get to completely OWN my Coaching Theory final. Then on Friday morning I get to laugh my way through my Team Activities Final. Meanwhile, I plan on getting ham-boned tomorrow night. This weekend? Conweezy.

Finals Week Update

2007-12-09T22:53:00.000-08:00

Here's the deal, . ladies and gents. Wait, I don't think there are any "gents" that read this web-based publication, so I guess I should just say "ladies." Finals week is upon me, and I'm less-stressed this week than I have been during any other week of finals. Not because my classes are easier now, but because my grades were mostly decided by my project (which are already turned in) and my finals are based on "book-knowledge" (which I am good at). I know what you're asking: "Mike, what happened during your weekend? Surely you went out, drank, and partied..." I'll answer you with a simple, "Yes...yes I did."

Thursday Night: My buddy Shane came into town. Since there are no classes on the Friday before finals week, the preceding Thursday night is always the busiest night of drinking and debauchery at the local, Russellville bar. This year was no different. We showed up already 3-sheets-to-the-wind and with plans to drink more. Most of the events of the night were blurry. I made it home safe and sound. I'd like to quote my favorite movie of all time: "You know that song "Behind Closed Doors" by Charlie Rich? It's one of my favorite songs. I'll say we had a good time. I will say that."

Friday Night: Still reeling from a massive hangover, I got a call from Shane at about 6 p.m. He said that he was staying in town for one more night and that he was throwing a bit of a house part-AY. I was expected to attend, so I did. I drank. I got drunk. I slept alone on Marshall's couch.

Saturday and Sunday was thoroughly uneventful. I spent the day puttering around the house like a 80 year old retiree. Short-story-long, I had a mediocre weekend. I guess I should wrap this up and study...or something.

For Update's Sake

2007-12-02T22:49:00.000-08:00

I'm simply updating so's that you nice folks can have something to check up on. Here's a few things that are going on in my world:

There is officially four days of classes left in the Fall Semester at Arkansas Tech University. Finals week will be a blur of notes and coffee.

I get to go home and spend an, as of yet, unknown amount of time with the Fam for Christmas.

I am hashing out plans for a possible trip to Conweezle this weekend. Therefore if any of you faithful Life Remixed readers would like an opportunity to hang out with my goofy ass, I'll be kicking it with The Miz, Sladernator, and Mastertater.
PS: I'm growing a beard.
Since an alarming amount of people have made fun of me due to my shirt selections, I have made a personal pledge to NOT wear a sleeveless shirt until January 14th, the first day of the Spring Semester. Don't think I can make it? If you know me at all, you know that I'm stubborn enough to pull it off.
Since I am avoiding everything sleeveless for upwards of a month, I'm gonna spend a lot of time in the gym and try to make myself look a little more like hmm...saaaaaaaaay, THIS GUY ->

Ugh.

2007-11-28T19:58:00.000-08:00

Ok, it's official. My nose is running. My head is congested. I can't stop sneezing. I...am...sick. I usually don't mind getting sick for about a week or two every winter because it's a quick way to drop about 15 pounds. On top of that, all the coughing makes my tummy look better. The wretched illness that I have now, however, isn't making me cough....nor am I losing weight. This sucks.

T-Minus Two Weeks

2007-11-26T06:26:00.000-08:00

I have exactly 9 weekdays until finals week. I am less worried about the Final Exams and more worried about the projects due within the next nine class meetings. The tests always come easy to me because I can just study the material and remember it. The projects, on the other hand, require several days of work, and I, to no one's surprise, am a procrastinator. All this being said, I feel like there are two more weeks of school (not counting Finals Week) and then I'm free for a month.

Thanksgiving Break Re-Cap

Here's a rundown of what I did during my 5 day Thanksgiving break from college:

Wednesday- I slept in....mostly because I didn't go to bed until 3 or 4ish. I got up, milled around the house a bit, took some headache meds, and ate some lunch. Then, I helped Jason do a bit of yard work. Just trimmed some low-lying limbs, raked some leaves, and mowed the lawn one last time before winter. After pounding some PB&J sammies for dinner, we had a thoroughly unproductive evening while watching the tube.

Thursday- Although this was officially Thanksgiving Day, I did very little. Jason and Steven woke me up at 11 a.m. (after a night of Insomnia) and asked if I wanted to go with them to grab some food at Taco Bell. I agreed. 5 minutes later as we pass by Taco Bell because it was closed, we realize that the only place that would be open to get food would be Wal-Mart. We proceed to load up on tons of unhealthy alternatives to our normally healthy diet. After we get home and pound on some of our grub, we watch the Dallas Cowboys absolutely throttle the Jets. Lex and I go outside and slap the volleyball around for awhile. Another uneventful evening.

Friday- Since the Gillett's parents and sister are scheduled to arrive in Russelltucky this evening, we have put off cleaning the house until today. Alexis, Jason, and I go ape-shit on the hizzle. We give it the cleaning that it's been needing for about a month. Steven had to work, so he missed out on Cleaning Party 2007. Anyway, the house is spotless. We then proceed to watch the Razorbacks defeat #1 LSU in triple overtime. Shock and jubilation follows. This evening, we went to the Golden Suns basketball game, which they won in overtime. The parents and sister show up at about 9:30. Coronas and rum-and-cokes are consumed by 10. The Scott and Kim Gillett are amazing.

Saturday- This is the day that everyone chose to celebrate the fattest of all holidays. We get up around 9ish and start cooking. The other Gillett sister, Lindsey, shows up at 1ish with her husband, Andy, and 5 month old puppy, Daphne. The meal followed. Pumpkin pies, turkey, butternut squash, "corn crap" (family dish), stuffing (NOT dressing, which was new to me, but still delicious), mashed and smashed potatoes, gravy, and deviled eggs. All washed down with a Milwaukee's Best Ice....good call, Jason. I was full. We spend the rest of the evening laughing, telling/listening to stories about all of the following: "getting up routines" when the Gillett siblings were in high school, Mike getting hit on by the "generously portioned", black lady at the 40, Scott and KG's Vegas happenings, Kenny vs. Spenny, and more. A good time was had by all.

Yesterday- We all got up and talked about how Sunday is Jason's favorite day because he does nothing but sit on the couch and watch football. That's.....it. He periodically makes some food, but always gravitates back to the couch. After a lunch of leftovers, we said goodbye to Amy, the eldest Gillett sister. She left for Kansas City at about noon. Then, we played a few rounds of Catchphrase, a game of Trivial Pursuit, ate some more leftovers, walked the dog at Bona Dea, and eventually said goodbye to Lindsay, Andy, and Daphne. The rest of the night evolved with Scott getting a bit buzzed, two games of Scrabble, more football for Jason, and "Thunderball". Scott and KG ended up sleeping in Alexis' bed. This provoked a heated but short argument. Lex was going to let me have my bed, and she was going to sleep on the couch. Those of you who know me understand where the conflict arose. It didn't take much convincing for me to put her to bed (in a non-J. Holiday sense) in my bed. I crashed on the couch. I win.

All in all, I had a pretty good Thanksgiving. It may not have been "traditional" or with my own family, but I enjoyed it. Plus, it got my mind off of school and kept me from thinking myself into a funk.

Holy crap...

2007-11-21T16:45:00.000-08:00

Here's the deal: I decided that I was going to go out last night and drink my worries away. The problem arose when my worries compounded themselves after I got drunk. I have a bad habit of resorting to alcohol when I have things on my mind. Last night was no different. I started pretty normally with Bud Lights....then, a shot of Bacardi 151....then, in honor of my little brother, tequila shots. That's when things went downhill. By the end of the night, I was a blubbering mess sitting in our backyard. Ugh. When I got up this morning (read: afternoon), my head felt like there was a marching band inside of it. 6 ibuprofen later, the pain subsided. What's the plan for tonight? I am offering up my Designated Driving skills.

Cornucopia of Stress

2007-11-19T11:51:00.000-08:00

During this wonderful holiday season, I find myself bogged down with schoolwork. I absolutely can't wait for Thanksgiving break. It couldn't come at a better time. Due to my family's latest struggles, my Dad tells me that he and Mom aren't doing anything to commemorate the First Thanksgiving. Understandably, neither one is "up to" cooking a big feast for close relatives. Since this is the case, I'm maxxing and relaxing in Russellville, Arkansas for the fattest of all holidays. Coincidentally, all four of my roommates are doing the same. Steven, originally from Mississippi, has to work on the day before and the day after, so he's not going home. As for the Gillett Unit, their sisters and parents are coming into town on Saturday to celebrate a few days late. Even though 6000 Arkansas Tech students will be travelling home on Tuesday evening, I know of 4 that will be staying riiiiiiight here. What will I be doing, you ask? I'll tell you....in the form of a neat, bulleted list:

Cleaning the kitchen

Cleaning the living room

Cleaning the bathroom

Cleaning my bedroom

Drinking periodically

Getting back to normalcy

2007-11-16T12:55:00.000-08:00

I want to take this opportunity to thank everyone for all their support, finger crossing, and hugs. It's been a rough week for me, and you guys have helped me more than you'll ever know. Now, on to cheerier things to talk about...

I'm back in Russ Vegas, so I've had an academic reality check. I have to catch up on my schoolwork from the past week. Tests, lesson plans, policies and procedures manuals, and team handbooks. All of which are due between now and Tuesday. That translates into a weekend of work, work, and more work for Daddy. Don't worry, I've already told myself that one night this weekend, I will get fuckwaggled. With the week that I've had, I think I'm due.

Thursday Let-Down

2007-11-08T21:11:00.000-08:00

I don't really have much to post about, but I'm going to, in hopes that Megan sees how easy it is. :)

It is currently 11:25 p.m, and I had originally planned to be hanging out with friends, drinking a few cold ones, and chillin' like a villain. Well, as it turns out, everyone is in a poopy mood and decided to stay in tonight. Boo.

Good news, though. I played a 3 on 3 intramural basketball game this evening and squeaked out a win. Final score: 66-34. Oops. Sorry, St. Leo's. Valiant effort though. Our next opponent? Some team that has no chance. Not that any of you care, but once we get to the tournament, there's only one team that can beat us. I'll keep you updated on our championship hopes.

Dragon Days

2007-11-06T07:47:00.000-08:00

Monday came and went, but it took FOREVER. I swear. I thought yesterday lasted about 50 hours instead of the usual 24. With 2 lesson plans due, a test, and a 40 minute lesson to teach, I could not have been more ready for Monday to go away. It's time to cheer up, though. It's Tuesday. The only good thing that I can think about Tuesday is that it's not Monday....which is good enough for me.

Let's re-cap the weekend, shall we? Saturday I lounged around the house because that's how I roll. Saturday evening, however, I went to a friends house and watched the Razorback game. Little did I know, I was going to have beer and liquor handed to me. It ended up a long, blurry night. At the end of which, I fell asleep on a bean bag. Sunday morning came with a gift, a big, fat, angry headache. Ouchy. A nice breakfast of hash browns and ibuprofen did the trick. Instead of going home and hanging out with my wonderful roommates, I got invited to a mid-afternoon/evening/night cook-out at my buddy Aaron's house. You guessed it, free beers for all that attended. After I arrived home at 10 pm, my housemates were wondering where the hell I had been all weekend. Only THEN did I realize that I left Saturday afternoon and didn't make it home until late on Sunday. My bad roomies.

PS: The Thundercats made their 3 on 3 basketball debut last night. I know what you're asking...and yes, of course we won.

PPS: Blogger will not let me upload any photos again. GRRRRRRRRR.

Just a quickie

2007-11-05T07:48:00.000-08:00

I don't have much time, so I'll make this post short and sweet:

The Gulf South Conference Volleyball Tournament kicks off this weekend in Beebe, Ar. My beloved Golden Suns have their first match at 5 pm on Friday evening. Since I'm their #1 fan, I will be attending. My original plan involved me getting dropped off in Conway on the way home, but things may be different. Miss Megan Haney tells me that she may or may not be making an appearance in the bustling burg of Conweezy this weekend. My attendance this weekend relies on two things:
1. Whether or not Big Meg comes down.
2. Whether or not the Golden Suns win on Friday.

Weekend Update...HA!

2007-11-02T12:06:00.000-07:00

Hello, all. It's Friday afternoon, and I just got finished playing indoor volleyball. You guessed it: It's a good day for Mikey. As of Wednesday at 2 p.m, I was done with classes until Monday. How did I take advantage of my time? Catch up on homework? Too logical. Work out and do cardio to lose weight? Silly. I slept....and slept....and slept. I was great. I've been having a few late nights and early mornings due to school, and I felt like sleeping-in a few days. Sue me. Why, oh why were my classes cancelled? The Arkansas Association of Health, Physical Education, Recreation, and Dance (ArkAHPERD) Convention kicked off on Thursday and lasts until Saturday. Therefore, all my professors are in Eureka Springs. HOORAY!

Word on the proverbial street is that there is a Haney Family (read: Haney Twin Sister) Reunion planned for November 9th, 10th, and 11th. I, myself, would like to attend. What it means is that I need to:

Avoid drinking until then.
Save up some cash-oline.
Drop about 5-10 lbs.
Try to keep from getting too excited on the days leading up to said visit.
Fail and get too excited on the days leading up to said visit.

Blurry Nights

2007-10-29T06:49:00.000-07:00

Well, I did it. I got all the drinking out of my system this weekend. By "weekend", I mean from Thursday to Sunday. With a busy week of schoolwork coming up, I knew that Halloween weekend was going to be my last chance (for a while) to go out and let loose. Let's just say that I did juuuuuuuuust that.

Thursday night: Beers....151 and Sprite....Waffle House.

Friday night: Vanilla Rum and Vanilla Coke Zero.....Armory Party....Waffle House.
Saturday night: Beer.....Beer......More Beer.....Ladybug....Sleep on a couch.

What does this weekend of debauchery do to one's body? I'll tell you what it does. It gives you a 19 hour headache and disorients your entire world. Meanwhile, my girl, Melissa, accompanied me to Fayetteville on Saturday. We rocked out to jams the entire ride up there. We drank ourselves senseless at the party. Then I drove back to Russ Vegas because poor baby's contacts were messed up. Hellacious Hangover aside, I had a good time.

Now that the fun is finished, the work must begin. I have hella work to do for school that I've been putting off. Geez, I'm not looking forward to it.

Collect call from....Ya baby boy!

2007-10-24T07:21:00.000-07:00

There's two reasons that I've titled this post as I did: A) To reference "Big Daddy", and II) I actually completely shaved my face last night and look like I'm in High School.

Why did I shave, you ask? Because I'm going to be Craig, the Spartan Cheerleader, for All Hallow's Eve, and Craig doesn't have facial hair. Also, I just thought it was time for a change. Let's seeeeEEEEEEEEEEeeeeee, what's new since my last update? The due date for my main assignment for classes has been moved back drastically. Yay. Tech won it's Homecoming Game. Yay. I lost my wallet, and currently, haven't found it yet. Booooo. Other than that, it's been pretty normal. Plans for Halloween? Although there is a shin-dig in Con-Weezle this weekend, I think I am going to Fayetteville...to some readers' dismay. A friend of mine is about to open a bar off of Dickson Street, and he's invited our circle of friends to party there...VIP style. Free booze...free accomodations. It's too sweet to pass up. I've been tormented with the decision for awhile now. Conway or Fayetteville? Fayetteville or Conway? The Miz helped me out by keeping me from feeling like an asshole since I chose Fayetteville. I promise that I'll come to Conway soon though.

Guess who's back....

2007-10-17T10:03:00.000-07:00

Back again....Mikey's back.....tell a friend.

*Spoken in a winded voice* I don't know how I made it. It was a long, hard road, and I had to fight the whole way. I just wanna thank my friends for being there for me during my arduous strike. For those that don't know, Megan crossed. She has a blog....and it is linked at the bottom right of this page. *End winded voice*

I assume you're wondering what's been happening in my world for the last two weeks or so. Even if you haven't been wondering, I'ma tell ya....in the form....of a list:

I made my illustrious debut at the Flying Saucer and still have a grudge against our waitress. Daddy's thirsty.
Alexis started walking without her crutches....just as I coin the most hilarious phrase in the history of injuries: "You're not a player, you just crutch a lot."
Due to the aforementioned walking, I have found myself in numerous awkward situations during which I want to help her then realize she can do it herself. Nothing makes me feel more useless.
School is starting to kick my ass. The first half of the term is always book-work, so I'm golden. The second half is lesson plans, projects, philosophies, policies and procedures manuals, etc. Since I'm prone to procrastinating, this is a rough time of year.
I'm sure beer still tastes good...even though I haven't had any in a while.
The weather FINALLY turned cool, and you know what that means: College Uniform Time! (AKA: Hoodies and shorts)

PS: Something's wrong with blogger.com, and I can't post any pictures. Me no happy.

It seems that there's no end in sight

2007-10-15T22:24:00.001-07:00

STILL HOLDING!!!

2007-10-11T08:46:00.001-07:00

That bird is a LIAR.

2007-09-26T10:16:00.000-07:00

I know that I said that I wouldn't update again until Megan created a blog, but there's exciting news in Mikeytown that MUST be shared:

M-m-M-m-M-m-m-melissa's coming to town! That's right ladies and gents. Miss Melissa M. Haney is trekking the 45 minute drive to Russ Vegas this weekend to kick it old school with daddy. What activities are in the cards? No one knows quite yet, but I'll tell you one thing: Bee-ahs will most likely be involved.

Epiphany

2007-09-24T10:14:00.000-07:00

As I sit here trying to materialize excuses for my LACK of updates, my mind centers on one. It's genius. I won't blame it on my busy schedule. I won't blame it on celebrating the Haney's birthday (Sept 19) a little too hard. I won't blame it on celebrating my darling father's birthday (Sept 21) a little too hard. I won't blame it on work or fun or other people or myself. I'll simply make a statement that I will stick to:

I will not make another update until Megan Elizabeth Haney has created a blog.

Bye Bye, Birdie...Bring it on, Beeyotches.

2007-09-13T13:13:00.000-07:00

The most important part of my day came at 11 a.m. this morning. That was the exact moment that I put Alexis on the volleyball bus and shipped her off to Huntsville, Alabama to watch her teammates play in a tournament this weekend. It felt (as i imagine) like sending your child off to his/her first day of Kindergarten. I know that I'm not gonna be there to take care of her. I also know that she is as independent as I am, and almost as stubborn. This, coupled with the fact that some of her teammates could win the Most Dim-Witted Person on the Planet Award, makes me a rittre uneasy. She'll be back Saturday night. Until then, I'm picturing one of her friends bumping her right off her crutches. If that happens, I'll be in jail for homicide.

The second-most important part of today (for me) doesn't come until 6:30 p.m. That is the starting time of my Intramural Sand Volleyball Championship Match. I wish I could say that I'm focused on playing well, strategies, and whatnot, but I'm pretty much just thinking about what color my "Intramural Champions" shirt is gonna be. We breezed our way through the regular season, completely dominated the Elite Tournament, and are going to destroy the poor saps that play us in the University-Wide Championship. "Ahh, the clumsy adolescents. Not me though, I land on all fours."

Go Tech

2007-09-09T12:38:00.000-07:00

The Arkansas Tech Wonderboys christened their new stadium with a wet, muddy, sloppy victory last night. I was a first-hand witness. Ok, I saw most of the game. I didn't see all of it because I was focused on keeping Alexis' leg properly elevate, holding the umbrella in a position that would shield her entire body from rain, and keeping an eye out for careless, clumsy morons that walked by without noticing that there was an injured person sitting there. (Seriously, one guy almost kneed the crap out of her leg, and I almost tackled his ass down 30 rows of bleachers. Lex saw my face, grabbed my hand, and squeezed it to calm me down.)

With regards to a phone call last night, I know I'm 24 years old and that I should be partying and enjoying my college years, but right now I have a few responsibilities that need to be addressed. In about 6-8 weeks, I'll have all the time in the world to drink, party, and make decisions that I (hopefully) will regret in the morning. I'm already getting reamed by my new housemates about my "romantic inexperience." Example: I took one of those e-mailed surveys today and encountered this question: Who do you think will be your next kiss? My response: probably my mom....depressing.

R.I.P. Ling

2007-09-07T10:14:00.000-07:00

It's a sad day in Russellville, Arkansas today. A pet has passed away. Ling, a cute, little, black and yellow duck, died yesterday evening due to her "father" being an irresponsible parent and horrible owner. Ok, so JJ bought two ducks for Alexis as a late birthday present at the beginning of August. Since her surgery, I had been taking care of them. She asked JJ to look after them for two, count'em TWO, nights so's that we get a bit of a break. Ling dies on the first night. I go over to JJ's house at 8 a.m. to get the other one, Gizmo. Frustrating.

On a brighter note, a friend of mine made what could be the funniest comment in the history of human events last night. We were discussing the phenomenon of perfectly sane, attractive, white girls getting wooed and used by football players. Editor's Note: Given that I am a former footballer, I am fully aware that not all football players are assholes and that this is a somewhat unfair stereotype. Alexis was telling us about a few of her freshman teammates that have fallen in with the aforementioned jerks. My buddy Steven then dropped a line that I will forever be jealous about. "Girls should just stay away from football players. They're practically trained killers." I understand that you probably just chuckled a bit. If you would have been there and heard the PERFECT inflection and tone in his delivery, you'd be searching for a new pair of pants because you would have laughed until you peed.

Everybody huuuuuuurts....sometimes.

2007-09-04T06:16:00.000-07:00

Herro, all. I know it's been awhile. It seems like it always is. I'm gonna spare you the "I swear I'll blog more often" speech because we all know that I'm just going to update whenever I remember to. Here's what's up in my world (in the form of a list):

My good friend/housemate, Alexis, had surgery on her busted knee on Friday. She's now confined to crutches for 6-8 weeks.

I've accepted the duty of taking care of her every need (even though she's overly stubborn and independent)

I haven't weighed in a while, but I think I'm losing weight. Yippee.

It seems like I'm already behind on my classes, and we haven't really done anything.

I usually take showers BEFORE I go to bed. Instead, this morning I got up early and took one before the sun came up. Pair that with a few sprays of Axe, and DAMN I look and smell good.

I'm gonna get a new bike soon, too. As everyone already knows, my old one got stolen....bastards. Anyhooch, I'm gonna get a new one, and I'll ride that bitch all over this damn town.

That's about it people. I know it seems boring, but most of my current life consists of remembering when the last Hydrocodone pill was taken and helping a girl get to the bathroom at 3 a.m. because she hasn't got used to her crutches yet.

And now for my next number....

2007-08-28T06:56:00.000-07:00

...I'd like to return to a classic.

I know that, due to my lack of updates, I'm probably the worst blogger in history. ERRONEOUS! On a serious tip, I HAVE been going through some personal crap lately, and I'm glad that everyone's been supportive.

First off, Dock night, mutha bitches. There's nothing like mixing binge drinking and watersports. It's always a good time, and this year was no exception. I got to reminisce with my girl Tatum, The Miz, Slader, and Miss Sassyness, Megan. It couldn't have come at a better time. I needed some distractions from my emotional funk. Believe me, I got it.

More later...must go to class.

You're drunk....you're sexy.

2007-08-18T04:04:00.000-07:00

Thanks, Stewie and Brian.

Meanwhile, my relationship is all but over. Cheers and Awww's are heard from the crowd. I, myself, am mixed. I hate the sadness. I love the freedom. Let me address that a predominantly female audience reads this horrible excuse of a blog. I hope you ladies don't hate me for being an ass. Maybe some of you do. Actually, one of you probably screams whole-heartedly that I'm an ass. You know who you are....or should be. Enough about my short comings...Dock Night soon. Ho-Ho Meeting soon. Plenty of good times and, you guessed it, Great Oldies...soon. Thank you for sticking by me. I love you....all.

Get....that....weight off my shoulders!

2007-08-09T07:57:00.000-07:00

Here's the a fantabulous list of good things that are going on in Mikey's world:

All I have left in Summer II is a cake-walk of a final tomorrow morning

I'm going to end up with 6 credit hours worth of A's (in Senior-Level classes, no less)

People are FINALLY coming back into town since school is gonna start soon, so I get to have someone to play with
My horrible sun-burn is turning into a relatively sweet sun-tan (I'm never really tan, just a darker shade of red)
I get to slap some volleyballs around tonight

I overheard someone at work utter the sentence, "My mom goes to college," and they were serious.

In birthday news:

I know you all are wondering what I got....and I'm gonna tell you. New flip-flops, a Hastings Gift Card (with an, as yet, undetermined amount of $$$ on it), and the "Planet Earth" DVD Box Set. All wonderful gifts. Not to mention, I bought myself a gift in the form of "300" on DVD. I guess I just can't get enough of half naked men with oiled-up torsos.

To whom it may concern...

Ms. Megan Elizabeth Haney needs to construct a blog. You know she does. I know she does. The American People know she does. Face facts, pretty lady. It's pretty much inevitable.

Summer Ale, Fun Dip, and Laughs.

2007-08-02T09:31:00.000-07:00

As the summer's starting to wind down, all kinds of things are popping off in Daddy's world. First thing's first, my classes are almost over. Hooray! I still have hella work to do before they're actually done. Boooooooo. Tonight, I get to go over to my girl Alexis' house and celebrate her arrival back in Ar with a few (read: too many) beverages. She's been in Vegas (yes, LAS VEGAS) all summer. Editor's Note: How is it that my parents want me to come home to mow the yard during the summer, but her parents move to Vegas and want her to come stay with them all summer?

Anyhooch, she hasn't drank in 3 months, so we're gonna get wamboozled this evening. I know what you all are thinking: "What does the lady of the house think of this night of alcoholic debauchery?" First off, Alexis and I are just friends and nothing's gonna change that. It's not like we're gonna be alone. There's several guys coming over for this eventful occasion. Anyway, the GF says that she's not going to go because she doesn't want to feel uncomfortable, plus, she doesn't like when I drink. Good.....times. I hope she knows that Daddy is gonna get fuckwaggled (thanks, Dusty) on Dock Night too.

Stay tuned for the following breaking news...

2007-07-31T09:25:00.000-07:00

CANNONBALL! What? No.....I get to work on Campus this fall! In the Health and Physical Education Building no less! I know it doesn't really matter too much to you readers, but it means TONS to me. First, it means I get to tell the wonderful upper management at Brick Oven to shove it in several different orifices. Second, it means that I won't really have to leave campus for work. Third (and probably most importantly), I can work in shorts and a sleeveless shirt. I'm just a bit fired up about it. Ok, a LOT fired up.

Secondly, my girl, Alexis, is getting back into town today from a summer in Las Vegas. It's gonna be good times and great oldies when she gets here. Her long awaited arrival will be celebrated by 500 hugs from meeeeeeeeee.

Lastly, I would like to note that I frequent the post secret blog, and since Earth Mama referenced the orgasm postcard (which I agree with), I'm gonna reference one that hit really, really close to home for me. This little guy:

I feel like I could easily have sent this one to the nice folks at post secret. The message is simple, but the picture, the font, the colors, the roses...all of it is dead on. I'm gonna go sulk now.

"Have you ever fallen out of love?//Your feelings just disappeared//But it's yourself you're thinkin of//And so still you kept them near//Have you ever been untrue?//Even though you knew right from wrong//But the coward in you//Just kept them hanging on?"

Duh-nuh-na-na-Duh-na-naaaaaaah!

2007-07-27T10:21:00.000-07:00

Word on the proverbial street was that Dock Night was scheduled for August 25. When I heard this, a big red flag popped up in my mind. Mostly because my significant other wanted me to go with her to visit her brother, his wife, and their son. I hate you, conflict. Well, today I found out that we are moving our visit to the 16th instead. Yaaaaaay! Mike Howard will officially be attending Dock Night! Seriously kids, I can't wait.

PS: Hoho, I'm still not-so-patiently waiting on the PERFECT link photo.

You've got the moves....I'll give you that.

2007-07-23T07:52:00.000-07:00

As I said in my last post, my boy Anthony Lee was in town this weekend. He hung out with us in Russellville from Thursday until yesterday. We reflected on old stories, had a drink or two, played some hoops, and enjoyed Russellville as much as we could. Well, he decided that everyone needed to make a trip to Little Rock on Saturday night to celebrate the RIGHT way, so that's exactly what we did. First, the plan was that we were gonna have dinner at Benihana's. Deal. After a LOT of drinks at the restaurant, Anthony seems to think that the piano bars REQUIRE our presence. I get the hint from someone...that I need to refrain from drinking so that we have a driver. No biggie. We head to Willie D's. Apparently, they've added a downstairs "lounge" to give patrons a change of pace from the sometimes hectic piano playing. With a DJ spinning everything from T.I. to Ma$e to Prince, we spent most of our time downstairs. Also, I'd like to apologize to the owners of Willy D's. If you guys will print us up a bill, we'll be glad to cover the damage. We really didn't intend to obliterate your dance floor. You really should think about treating it with some sort of fire retardant. It's not our fault that it caught fire and continued blazing all night long. Maybe next time we should give you some notice and call before we come. Sorry...again.

Swamped

2007-07-19T08:46:00.000-07:00

Apparently, my professors decided to postpone all the work that we DIDN'T do during the first week until this week. Projects, philosophies, tests...not to mention I have to make sure and set aside time to update my blog or else I'll be condemned by my faithful readers.*wink* If you add that to Brick Oven Pizza Company and relationship tribulations, you get an exasperated guy who's in dire need of a beer.

My boy, Anthony Lee, came into town last night. Since joining the Army, he hasn't exactly had the opportunity to visit very often, so last night, we reminisced about the old days until the wee hours of the morning. Daddy's a little tired as a result, but it was worth it. Big ups to A-Lee.

Other than all the schoolwork and the return of Big-A, nothing else is new is Daddy's world. Ooh, I'm renewing my gym membership today in hopes of toning-up my physique. A little freeweights, cardio, and ab-work never hurt anyone. That's a lie. I'm sure someone's been hurt by one of those things, but for the sake of my girlish figure, I'm gonna risk it anyway.

Good Times and Great Oldies

2007-07-17T08:39:00.000-07:00

After a visit to Conway this weekend, I woke up Monday morning feeling refreshed. Let me explain: Even though I was hurtin' for certain from a night of Sam Adams (mm-mmm, Summer Ale) and shots of Evan Williams (damn you, Dusty), I spent Sunday constantly laughing with The Miz and Mastertater. This weekend was EXACTLY what I needed.

Editor's note: I'm listening to Kanye's "Can't Tell Me Nothin" on Pandora right meow :)

As you all know, I haven't exactly had a smooth relationship with my current gf, and Friday was the scene for a pretty big argument....that carried over into Saturday. It almost brought the relationship to an end, but we're gonna work on a few things to see if there's anything we can salvage. With all this on my mind, I (finally) got to kick it with two of most wonderful ladies that I know and get rid of all the negative stuff that built up inside. Thank you.

I'll wrap this post up with a list (since they're all-the-rage) of things that were great this weekend:

Jodie Foster's knuckles
Pillow fight
Bluetooth/Excitement about my Lion King ringtone
Popsicles
One word: Jade
Bom-Chicka-Wah-Wah
"Wisconsin Cheddar Soup" including the biggest piece of broccoli in the history of Horticulture

Short and sweet

2007-07-13T06:29:00.000-07:00

This one's gonna be short because I gotta get to class soon. The main idea? I might make an appearance in Conweezy this weekend. Don't get mad because I haven't planned it out. It's a spur of the moment deal. If I get to come, I'll show up on SaturDAY, hang out Saturday night, and have to leave on Sunday. If anyone wants to come into town to hang out, here's your notice. :)

PS: If T.I. wasn't so skinny, he might be able to replace Mos Def. (Melissa, you know what I'm getting at)

Mother Nature is PMS-ing

2007-07-12T08:54:00.000-07:00

What is the world coming to? I mean...really. It is July 12th, and the forecast calls for scattered thunderstorms. If I see another drop of rain hit the ground, I'm officially declaring war on Mother Nature. I don't exactly know how to defeat her yet, but I'll figure something out. I just hate that I can't have any fun outside because this summer, Mother Nature decided to get pissed off.

In other news, I realized that I haven't update my blog with the most influential news in my life recently. My only mode of transportation, my sweet, sweet bicycle, was savagely stolen last week. Yeah. Taken right off of my doorstep just in time for my summer classes to begin. I've filed a report with a disinterested police officer, printed up flyers, contacted pawn shops, and spread the word to everyone around town. After a week, no luck in locating it. God help whoever took it if I see them riding around town, because I promise to spear them off of it and beat them within an inch of their life. The most frustrating thing is that it was specially ordered to fit a man of my stature. ie: it's too big for any normal-sized person to ride, soooooooo what the f*ck is someone going to do with it (other than sell it). Ugh, I'm getting riled up just talking about it. It's time for Daddy to get out some frustration. I might jog home...since I can't ride my bike.

Get your diapers on....

2007-07-09T08:20:00.000-07:00

...'cause you just might shit yourself. Daddy's here, and he will be for a while. Summer II classes started this morning at the crack of 7:30. Yippee. My first class seems like it's gonna suck a bit, but there's only 4 of us in there. That simple fact is gonna make it bearable. My second class is gonna require less studying than a drug test...seriously.

The only reason that you faithful readers, or disappointed readers as it seems recently, should give a care (does anyone still use that phrase?) is because since I have to be on campus everyday for class, that means that this horrible excuse for a blog will be updated almost daily. That means no more ill-tempered comments on outdated posts, no more *yawns* from HoHo, and probably most importantly, an imminent formation of a (dare I say?) Megan Haney blog.

What's new with me? Hmmmm....I'm pissed that I still weigh more than I'd like. It's not so much the weight that perturbs me as much as what I look like sans shirt. It's pretty gross. Sure, I haven't been working out as much as I should. Sure, I've indulged in a cold beverage (read: Beer) every once in a while, but I'm getting tired of it. TechFit is gonna get a big dose of Big Mike over the course of the next month.

Back from the Spa

2007-06-25T08:53:00.001-07:00

I'm back from a weekend with the parents (is that a growing trend nowadays?). The mother was continually on my ass about a visit, so that's how I knew it was time. I'd like to say that nothing has changed, but I'd be a bold faced liar. Actually, I don't think anything is the same. Anyhooch. Same ole visit: Mom wants me to eat my weight in fatty, fried foods. Dad needs help with something heavy. Little brother's a brat. Big sister is in the midst of a argument with the folks. Maybe some things ARE the same.

As far as exciting things, that's about all I've got, folks. I've got one more week of working everyday before I go back to class everyday. Hopefully with classes, I'll be able to be a little more active and drop a few lb's. Maybe even get outside and get some sun on my buns.

For real though, when am I gonna come to Conway and kick it again? When am I going to make my debut at The Saucer? When is it going to stop being cloudy and start being Summer for god's sake? All questions that need to be answered soon. For now, Daddy's hungry and needs to put something in his belly. Toodles.

Sugar Honey Iced Tea!

2007-06-21T16:14:00.000-07:00

I watched Madagascar last night for the 100th time and caught a line that I'd missed the previous 99 viewings. Marty's running down the beach to greet Alex after they realize everyone's ok, and Alex is "less than happy' with Marty. Marty proceeds to turn, run the other way, and yell my new favorite line in the movie. "Sugar Honey Iced Tea!" It took me a minute or 5 to realize what the hell he said and why. Once I got the joke, I paused the movie, laughed for a while, rewound the movie, watched it again, and laughed at it all over again. Priceless.

See, that was a cheery intro to avoid the topic of my LACK of posts in recent days/weeks. The truth is that I've been working the good ole' Dolly Parton shift (9 to 5) at Brick Oven the last few weeks, and regrettably, we don't exactly have a computer with internet access on hand in our restauraunt. If we did, I'd probably get fired because there's no one there that could pull this 6'5" 250+ lb guy away from it. Don't fret, though. The Summer II term starts in another week, so I will conveniently be on campus everyday, and you know what that means. You guessed it....tons of posts that, due to my pitiful existence, are sadly devoid of any excitement.

What's new with me? Nothing really. Working a shit-ton. Not getting to play as much as I'd like. I DID get to go canoeing two weeks ago. It was pretty fun. I laughed. I drank. I took several pictures with the fellas. I took a picture of Travis and girl in a bikini. I got a 3/4 full beer heaved at me from approximately 6 feet away. Luckily, it bounced harmlessly off of my forehead. More on this later.

Lauren's employer planned a company picnic at Wild River Country last weekend, and I was invited. Hooray! Also noteworthy, it was only $5 per ticket. Double hooray! We load up 7 people into 1 Durango and head to the water park. After arriving at noon and discovering that a regularly priced ticket was $27, we made our way to the pavilion that housed the picnic. Surprising to ONLY me, the picnic had been catered by some BBQ place. Yummmmm!
Needless to say, Daddy had a bite to eat. After lunch, we unleashed ourselves on the rides. Good times all day. >>Fast forward>> to approximately 6:15. The skies fill with clouds and thunder claps. "Well, I guess it's time to go home," I say. "Rain Check tickets will be passed out at the gate for all patrons who leave within the next hour," says the lady on the intercom. Short story long....we spent almost all afternoon splashing about and having a good time only to get a free ticket an hour and a half before the park closed. Oh, WRC, we'll be back.

Dear Melissa Haney,

2007-06-07T12:50:00.001-07:00

This could/should be you.

Another Brick in the Blog

2007-06-05T09:42:00.000-07:00

I would like to start off by apologizing for two things:

I don't post as regularly as I once did, and even though I find it hard to believe that anyone looks forward to my blog, your comments tell a different story.
This post will likely be long, random, pointless, scatter-brained, and possibly repetitive.

First off, I would like to address the fact that Melissa M. Haney has gone and come from the doctor, and I have yet to recieve a phone call updating me to her situation. Thoroughly disappointing.

As most of you know, I FINALLY made a trip to Conweezy. Although I had a great time, it was somewhat bittersweet. How so, you ask? Mostly because I got set up like a goof in some mafia movie. Try this on for size:

Her: "Hey Mike, let's go out to eat on Saturday."

Me: Ok, where do you want to eat?

Her: "I don't know....Russellville doesn't have any good restauraunts. Let's go to Conway."

Me: Uhhh, ok. Where do you want to eat in Conway? Her: "Chile's....at 3 p.m."

Me: Ooooook.

Fast forward to Thursday

Her: "I don't want to eat at Chile's. Let's eat at the Marketplace."

Me: What/where in god's name is the Marketplace?

Her: "It's....a place....that Leslie told me about in Conway. It's good. We can eat there on Saturday...at 3p.m."

Me: Ok...whatever you want.

I'm such an idiot. Even though the outcome was wonderful, I do NOT like being played like a fiddle. I will get my revenge...oh yes, my revenge will be had.

Summer school has been my chance to catch up academically by taking one or two classes while most of my fellow students party their asses off. This summer was going to be no different. Classes were scheduled to start this week, so I cruise over to the library to check my schedule and find out where my class will be held. Surprised and appalled, I find that either I have been mysteriously dropped from the roster, or The particular class that I had enrolled in, is no longer offered and has been cancelled, or none of the above and I'm f*cked anyway. I'm anxious to hear the administration's explanation on this one.

This weekend is my buddy Shane's birthday, and a plan to camp in Hot Springs was changed to a canoe trip on the Big Elk River. Good times and many beers will be had.

Daddy's Back

2007-05-25T12:20:00.000-07:00

Howdy doody. Slightly-above-average-sized-Mike found his way back to his blog. Why the hiatus? Since school let out, I've been working pretty much every day that I don't request off. Because of that fun fact, I'm developing a deep, fiery hatred for my place of employment. The first thing I find when I get back to the blogging scene is that my Baby Girl is having health problems. It's the worst feeling in the world to know that she is hurting and there is nothing I can do about it. I'm helpless. Get better, Mama, because even though we RARELY see each other (my fault), I need you to be happy and healthy for a long time.

FINAL-ly!!!

2007-05-10T06:55:00.000-07:00

It seemed as if it took forever. Even when it felt like it was over, it kicked me in the ass again. What's the "it" in this equation? The 2007 Spring Semester, of course. I'm sitting here, 28 minutes after finishing my last final exam of the week, and I can't help but take a deep breath of accomplishment. Sure, 6000 other students finished the semester this week too. Sure, 750 or so probably finished with a higher GPA. If you throw in Brick Oven Pizza, my diet and exercise routine, and the craziness in my social life that is an inevitability, I feel like I finished with more of a load than my "student schedule" indicated. Oh, if you want an explanation for the picture, there's not one. I got an e-mail from a funny t-shirt site, and this shirt brought me close to peeing myself.

Just when I was loving to hate Ben, I now feel a little sympathy for him. His dad was a drunk who blamed him for killing his mom at childbirth. And he had a crush on a cute little girl. Oh, wait, I DON'T feel bad for him. Get over it, Kermit. We also learn that Ben and his dad moved to the island when Ben was young, so he lied about being born there. Ben...Juliet...What is it about people LYING THEIR ASSES OFF? Oh yeah, Ben killed his dad. The only problem I have with that is that he waited until he was like 20 to do it. I probably would've taken care of that dude before my 15th birthday. Let's not forget Jacob. An, at first, invisible man that, I was SURE, was in Ben's head. Then, Locke "pisses him off, and J-Man starts banging pots together and causing a ruckus. Why, if he was mad at Locke, didn't he just make him paralyzed again. I'll tell you why, because Locke pretty much owns that island. Yeah, I said it. Locke is running that bitch. Even if a boat comes and rescues them, Locke is NOT going anywhere. Who does he have to go to? His DEAD father? No...he's dead. His mother? No, I think Swoosie Kurtz is filming a comeback pilot of "Sisters" (anyone? anyone?) Let's not forget that the guy can only walk while he's on the island. Would you leave? Sure, since Mr. Eko died, I've kinda put Locke on a pedestal, but he's the only bad-ass left on the island. I know, I know, Jack and Sawyer are there. However if I were on a deserted island, I would want to be with Locke. Sawyer's only good to look at, kill polar bears, and have sex with. What? The guy's pretty friggin' hot. Since Kate's "experienced" Sawyer twice, does that mean that he's good in the sack? There's only like, 100 people on the island, so it wouldn't be that hard to be the best "lover-man" on the beach, right? Right....I'm off to find my own island.

Get some

2007-05-07T00:08:00.000-07:00

Riiiiiiiiiiight. So, I just "edited" this post instead of making a whole new one. I really should stay away from the ole' computer after partaking in the partay. As for pictures of the shin-dig, there wasn't a camera present. Sorry. I'll make a better post soon.

Volleyball isn't just for girls

2007-05-02T07:09:00.000-07:00

Last night, we got a handful of people rounded up to play some volleyball. If you haven't got to hang out with me very much recently (hint, hint), you'll be surprised to know that I've been getting pretty interested in slapping volleyballs around in my spare time. It's fun. It's active. It helps me lose weight. Yay. Not to mention, I can play sand volleyball...outside...in the sun...therefore, I won't be a pasty, white tub-of-goo all summer. I'm not sure if I looked like these guys, but I'm getting close (except for the taped fingers).

Meanwhile, LOST comes on tonight *cue cheers*. I suppose since I didn't "weigh-in" on last weeks episode, I'll do it now. A few notes:

Jin's mom is a hooker.

Sun, although she cheated on Jin, is preggers with Jin's baby (which gives her about 2 months to live).
Apparently, all asian people on T.V. are schooled at martial arts.
The lady that fell from the sky said that the plane was found and there were no survivors. Huh? In the words of Brian Fellow: That's crazy. I'm sure it was some big cover-up by Kermit (aka: Ben).

Ok, enough on this post. I'm sure I'll post some more tomorrow after the writers of LOST stupify me again.

And I'm...BACK IN THE GAME!

2007-04-27T18:24:00.001-07:00

Now that I have cleansed my blog, I can start posting again without all the undue mess. *Silence....clock ticking* Ok, I have nothing to write about. Unbelievable. (Sahara Desert...unbelievable) I suppose I could start studying for Finals which are next week. Nah, that'd make too much sense. I do need to thank everyone for commenting so freely on my last post. I appreciate it, really. I also want to apologize for everyone being a tad on the "upset side" with me. I know I'm bringing it upon myself.