So today was bittersweet. I had a pretty good day at work, nothing to terribly hard to do, and we got holiday pay so I was making 2.5 times what I normally do. I got a little antsy at the end of the day as my tv was supposed to arrive today, and I wanted to get home to see what was what.

Well I got home and it wasn't here but I figured it was only 3 so it could still show up, but alas that was not to be. But then I found that a channel was going to be playing the WCHA semifinals so I got to see my beloved Sioux play a little college hockey. Always a good day when I get to see UND as it is rather difficult to do in Montana.

Well they wound up losing 3-1 it really was 2-1 but the empty netter with a few seconds left sealed it up. So now I have to wait until next week to see them in the NCAA tournament, but now they won't be a 1 seed so that sucks.

Luckily I got to read Lashes' blog about a dog she saved, and that made me feel better.

Yeah, bittersweet.

I think I need a randomness blog, so here we go.

things making me happy/intrigued
A fully fossilized dinosaur in North Dakota. I was reading CNN.com and read about a dino over in ND that somehow was fossilized skin and all. They only had a couple pictures and one was a lady brushing off the dino and the skin looked awesome like full on iguana type stuff. Seriously really cool.

Getting a peek into Hemingway's early day's in Paris by reading Moveable Feast. I have always been fascinated by a man who was obviously brilliant but had to many demons and eventually killed himself, and loved 6 toed cats. I saw a picture of his bathroom that acutally was something I loved. You see most people have a stack of magazines in their bathroom for reading, but Hemingway had a three shelf bookcase in there, how awesome is that. Anyway learning about his early days in Paris, writing and trying to survive, in a semi-fictional way is pretty darn cool.

The trailers for Hellboy II and The Dark Knight, seriously how much ass will these movies kick. Hellboy comes out and then the next week Dark Knight. I know what I will be doing that time span.

things pissing me off
I bid a day job at work and got it, so today I have to stay up all day and then sleep tonight and go in tomorrow morning. I found out today that I will more than likely get bumped off it right away, so I will basically adjust my sleep schedule for nothing, not cool.

My psoriasis on my face is still kinda acting up, not that it itches or bugs me, but I have a nice little glow going, like I got a sun burn. I had to ignore a co-worker last night when he looked at me and asked where I had been, just played it off like I didn't know what he was talking about. Fucking cold weather with a bit of wind screwing with me.

yeah there is a little five item randomness for you, enjoy

Monday April 21st I go back to Dickinson to see Dr. Isackson and see what he has to say about my leg. I was in an accident at work last April involving a rolling locomotive and my leg. Long story short because of a faulty handbreak on the locomotive I wound up with a shattered tibia and a broken fibula in my right leg. i had surgery that day where they put a rod in my tibia to help it heal, recovered great and get around without any discomfort for the most part, little tinges here and there is all.

Well he said that in a year to a year and half he figured he would take the rod out as I am young enough where the bone will heal enough that I don't need to keep the rod. So in a little over a month I go see what he has to say about the whole thing. It's kind of weird because I have known for basically a year that all of this was going to happen, but now that the appointment is set in stone and all it has become slightly more real

I don't really fear all of it because he was a great doctor and I came through it all easily the first time and so it should be a breeze this time as it's just a couple screws and a rod, then I will be back on crutches for about 6 weeks. So woohoo time off from work to stay home with my PS3 and my big tv. I do hope I get to keep the rod though, that would be cool. I think when it is all said and done with I might get a tatoo of a train tunnel on my shin over where the break was, the tunnel would have a light at the end of it type of thing, of course I don't have any tatoo's but that would be a good place to start I think.

I don't know if I am just tired or what, but it just kinda got weird on me, but I will be cool. I am sure, pretty sure anyways.

Holy shit I might be crazy but I just ordered a 46 inch Sony Bravia LCD TV. It will show up at my house sometime next week and I am pretty darn excited. Now I will be able to see what the 1080 p experience will be with my PS3.

Well there goes my tax return, but dammit when I am laid up later this year because of my leg I will need it to keep me from being really, really, really bored. I will go under the knife later this year to have the rod removed from my leg that was put there after my accident last year, so yeah a big ole tv might be what the doctor ordered, I just forgot to ask him.

Last night was the first time I have ever really loved Daylight Savings Time. As I work 11pm to 7am it was really, really nice for all of us on that shift. Working our usual shift and 2 o'clock magically becomes 3 o'clock and all of a sudden we only have 4 hours of work left.

On top of all that it was my Friday so I got to go into my weekend a whole hour early. The truly wonderful thing about all of it is that we get paid for 8 hours even though we were only there 7. It sucks in the fall when we have to work 9 hours and only get paid for 8, but hell right now in this moment, I truly love Daylight Savings Time.

Thanks to my Sirius radio I have become thoroughly addicted to BBC Radio 1. I had listened to it on road trips simply for the accents of the women on air, as the sexiest accent in the world is British. Now I have finally got a radio receiver in my house so that I can listen to the radio whenever I want. This has merely entrenched my addiction to this channel.

Oh and I am a new fan of the Chris Moyles show, it's some entertaining morning radio. It's funny that I envisioned listening to Howard Stern in the morning, and I am now listening to something I did not even know existed.

So I don't know if you have ever been flicking through the channels and come across a little show called Shimmy on the Fitness Network, but sometime you should. It is a facinating little show revolving around the world of belly dancing, and it is a sexy as one might think. Each half hour episode has 4-5 beautiful women going through various moves and putting them together into a routine of sorts, and then freestyling the last minute and through the credits. Well until today I hadn't really noticed much other than the girls themselves, but today I noticed the settings they dance in and was really wondering what the hell was going on.

Obviously I had some what noticed the backgrounds before today, but then it had always been that hey hot chicks dancing somewhere other than blank gym setting, now it is what the hell were they thinking. I had been distracted, as most straight men would be, by women who can move, shimmy, and shake like those women can. This distraction allowed for the glossing over of the eyes just enough to merely focus on the women and veer away from the settings. Maybe this is what the producers were going for, and hey it has worked on me for some time now, but seriously what the hell. Let me break down the settings for you, and then you can come up with some of your own ideas.

The first two settings were pretty straight-forward and made sense to me. The Beach, looked like a river bank maybe, but basically one woman dancing on the shore by some water. Nice setting, makes sense, I often break into dance when dad and I are going down to the river to do some fishing. The second setting that made sense to me was a predominantely wood paneled room that had lighting in the wall itself, and was some Frank Lloyd Wrightian type thing, and was cool, but it was after these two that things went wonky.

A snow covered courtyard that is in the middle of a mild snow shower. Now what is wrong with this you might ask, as it actually is kind of beautiful in it's own way. The thing that struck me as odd about this one was the fact that the women are dancing barefoot without a care in the world. Now I don't know about you, but I find it kind of painful to walk in the snow while barefoot, but maybe belly dancers are hard core and I just didn't realize it. This was followed by some steamy concrete tunnels that looked like they were in the basement of an abandoned building, they did however throw a blanket down in this setting. Now I normally would picture these types of tunnels in a horror flick, or drama that involves someone being beaten to within an inch of his/her life, not belly dancing. But here they were shimmying up a storm, doing some figure eights with their hips, not seeming to really mind where they were dancing. This was followed by an old factory that came with sparks flying in the back and foregrounds. Three women dancing on a long rug as sparks flew all around, yeah I guess so. Then an empty theater was brought into play, and this wasn't all that strange, but yet the woman dancing here had spotlights on her so I guess there were at least a couple other people here, but oh well. Another factory setting came into play, but this one was more like a basement with piles of sand laying around, because once again, what inspires you to dance?

The finale may have been the most fun part of the show as the women just start free-styling the moves they know into sexy little numbers, but once again this was in some weird areas of the world. The main one was a decorated stairwell that came with a disco ball. While one woman danced in the middle of the landing, four other women hung out at tables and clapped along and moved around a bit. Finally different tunnels than the first were shown with a woman dancing away while all manner of strange light flashed around behind her.

I may be looking into this just a little to much, but I guess it just comes about when you stop staring at a woman's hips and start looking at the surroundings she is located in. This can be an analogy for dating to, because you might see the most beautiful woman in the world and just be drawn in to her, but you have to look at her friends as well. You can get a better idea of what kind of world she lives in when you look at the people she surrounds herself with (goes the same with guys) but you also have to look at what bar you're in. Is it a place where you and your friends went to as a joke, well good chance your little eye catcher there is a regular and doesn't find the bar ironic in any way. Another way I could say that you have to look past the distracting things is to look at a relationship itself. The person you are dating is very attractive, kisses well, smells nice, and has it together between the sheets, but in the background, the setting of the whole thing, they are an asshole, or there is just something off.

Well in situations like these reflect back to the belly dancers and know that we need to question the motive of someone who dances barefoot in a snowy courtyard, or in an abandoned factory. What kind of person is that? But hell if you just want something pretty that will distract you, stare at that navel and don't let the outside world ruin your fun.

p.s. why do we care that J.Lo named her kids a few days after having them? also who waits that long to name kids, don't you think about that shit the nine months you are incubating?

Eastern Montana is a cold fucker right now. Woohoo nothing like subzero temps and 30 mph wind to really get you in the mood to work outside at night. I work for BNSF railroad and am low enough on the senority totem pole that I get to have the wonderful night shift. Yay, last night the wind was so cold that it gave me an ice cream headache. Don't get me wrong I bundle up to beat hell, but you gotta leave room to see, and that's where the wind snuck in.

Yay I get to do it all over again tonight, and it's supposed to be even fucking colder, and the wind is supposed to blow just as much. Wow I can't wait, the only solace is that tonight is my Friday, and come 7am tomorrow I will be really really happy to be off for a couple days.

Well it's a new year, and I am now 29, but yet I am still living the exact same life I was living last year. I start to wonder why the hell I can't just get off my ass and do something with my time, things that need to be done, things that I want to do to further myself on this rock we call Earth. Then another day goes by, I watch TV, sleep, and then go to work.

I try to blame it all on working the night shift, which has something to do with it, but not everything. Working 11-7 really sucks because when you get home you feel like winding down before you hit the hay, but then you wake up in the afternoon and it feels like half the day is gone and you don't feel like doing anything then either. Hopefully they are going to put up some new jobs soon and I can get onto afternoons at least, get back into sleeping when it is dark out, what a concept right?

I do have some things to look forward to this year, my tax return should be pretty big, that whole rebate thing for being a taxpayer won't suck (as long as congress can agree on what/how to do it, and in April I will find out if they are going to take the rod out of my leg, and if so then I will have that done, get a little time off of work, and then when I have my full Dr. release I can settle up with my employer. See the rod in my leg is becasue of an accident at work involving faulty equipment on their part.

That is what I live my life for, the pay days, I need to start living for the fucking moment, or however they describe it to us in our formative years. Maybe I am this way because I have always seen my folks work for the pay check. Granted they do have their social scenes, and they have all their projects they get done as well, but like me they are procrastinators, just maybe not as bad as I.

I don't know we haven't quite gone through one month this year yet, so I should be able to turn it around. God I hope I turn it around.

So I have been trying to figure out the best way for me to get my future rolling along the way I want it to, but I keep getting distracted. For some odd reason I allow myself to be lulled away from the "important" things in life, by the entertaining things, i.e. books, comics, video games, movies, and T.V.. I have made two trips in the last two months to places that I once lived and still have friends in, and had an excellent time in both. Now I don't know which I would want to live in more, but yet I don't know how exactly I would make a living in either anyways. I recently found out that I won't be settling up on my injury until next year, so I guess that means I can put off my plan making for a while longer, although I shouldn't.

But hell if we don't have an exit plan for Iraq, I guess I shouldn't feel bad that I don't have an exit plan for Glendive