Friday, July 31, 2009
stinky feet
I don't like foot fungus. I've had a serious case of fungtastic athlete's foot ever since my mission, which ended 9 years ago. No matter what I do, it won't go away. I beat it into submission for short periods of time but then it re-rears its ugly head. I tear of about 5 layers of skin scratching the crap out of it and then my foot hurts for a while after that, but I can't help it. It itches like a dog with fleas. Luckily it is only on my right foot. My left foot is too good for foot fungus. So, while I've lost most of my souvenirs from Mexico; one remains: an eternal case of never-ending Mexican foot fungus- putting the gus in fungus.
Thursday, January 1, 2009
Happy New Year
Howdy you all everybody!
It's been a while since I posted. I tend to lose interest in blogs and such things for a while, then my interest gets reignited and I post a bunch of stuff all at once. Then I go several months without. It's a vicious cycle akin to that of the Nephites of old.
Anyways.....
Here are some pictures of my little kidlets.
It's been a while since I posted. I tend to lose interest in blogs and such things for a while, then my interest gets reignited and I post a bunch of stuff all at once. Then I go several months without. It's a vicious cycle akin to that of the Nephites of old.
Anyways.....
Here are some pictures of my little kidlets.
Hey, who the heck is that last one?
Friday, November 7, 2008
Señor Poop Splatter
You’ll have to forgive me (Well, you don’t have to) because I tend to insert sentences within sentences, and sometimes sentences within the sentences that are contained within sentences. It can be a little difficult to read and follow my trains of thought.
To better facilitate the opportunity to advance my education, I have the wondrous opportunity to work for this “Metropolitan Research University of Distinction” ,AKA BSU, as a custodial technician. (Did that sentence sound pretentious enough for you? Writing pretentious discourse is what we English majors do best.)(Actually, we are just custodians. If they called us custodial technicians they’d have to pay us more. I love the politics of language.) While I’m glad that I have the opportunity to go to school without paying tuition, it’s not so great spending my nights cleaning up other people’s messes. Especially when those messes are created by my co-workers.
This brings me to the point of today’s post: Señor Cigar. (I’m not sure why I say “Señor.” He’s not Spanish or Mexican or anything of the sort) Señor Cigar is an “older man” (PC for geezer) who walks around all night with a cigar in his mouth. He doesn’t light it while in the building, thank goodness; but he chews on it all night long. Some day he’s going to trip and fall on his face. His cigar will be pushed up his throat and he’ll choke to death. I probably won’t do anything to save him because I’ll have to a: give him the Heimlich maneuver, which I don’t know how to do, or b: reach in and pull that fat thing out of his mouth. And there’s no way I’m reaching into his mouth. Gross! But, back to the subject at hand.
Señor Cigar is in charge of cleaning the restrooms this month. (We rotate duties every month. This month I get to do hallways, stairwells and elevators.) If you’ve ever worked with Señor Cigar, you know that his being on restrooms is a bad thing. A VERY BAD THING!!! Have you ever been to a restroom at a truck stop or gas station that looks like it hasn’t been cleaned since the Reagan administration? I’d feel safer using one of those than using a restroom that’s been cleaned by Señor Cigar. And I’m only slightly exaggerating. Last summer when he was in charge of restrooms we (a co-worker and I) decided to do a little test to see how often he lifted up the seats to clean the poop splatters underneath. We took a dry erase marker and wrote on the bottom of the seat: “Last cleaned 5/7/07. Three weeks passed by, in which I completely forgot about having done that. One night Señor Cigar called in sick (We prayed he would get better soon(said somewhat sarcastically)) and another co-worker, who we’ll call Paul (Logical, seeing as how that’s his name) was assigned the task of doing Señor Cigar’s restrooms. When he got to the aforementioned toilet he called me over. “Look at this! This hasn’t been cleaned in almost 3 weeks!” The message was still there, bright and clear, except for the poop splatters all around it.
We brought this to the attention of our supervisor and all he said was “Well, Señor Cigar is getting old, and doesn’t move so fast anymore.” He didn’t care and did nothing. This made me realize that I was doing way too much work. Why should I put any effort into cleaning if Señor Cigar doesn’t have to?
Anyways, if you are on Boise State campus this month, do not use the following buildings: Mech. Tech. , Technical Services, Applied Tech., Diesel Tech., Culinary Arts, Extended Studies and A&E Services. Yep, we get to clean 7 buildings every night.
To better facilitate the opportunity to advance my education, I have the wondrous opportunity to work for this “Metropolitan Research University of Distinction” ,AKA BSU, as a custodial technician. (Did that sentence sound pretentious enough for you? Writing pretentious discourse is what we English majors do best.)(Actually, we are just custodians. If they called us custodial technicians they’d have to pay us more. I love the politics of language.) While I’m glad that I have the opportunity to go to school without paying tuition, it’s not so great spending my nights cleaning up other people’s messes. Especially when those messes are created by my co-workers.
This brings me to the point of today’s post: Señor Cigar. (I’m not sure why I say “Señor.” He’s not Spanish or Mexican or anything of the sort) Señor Cigar is an “older man” (PC for geezer) who walks around all night with a cigar in his mouth. He doesn’t light it while in the building, thank goodness; but he chews on it all night long. Some day he’s going to trip and fall on his face. His cigar will be pushed up his throat and he’ll choke to death. I probably won’t do anything to save him because I’ll have to a: give him the Heimlich maneuver, which I don’t know how to do, or b: reach in and pull that fat thing out of his mouth. And there’s no way I’m reaching into his mouth. Gross! But, back to the subject at hand.
Señor Cigar is in charge of cleaning the restrooms this month. (We rotate duties every month. This month I get to do hallways, stairwells and elevators.) If you’ve ever worked with Señor Cigar, you know that his being on restrooms is a bad thing. A VERY BAD THING!!! Have you ever been to a restroom at a truck stop or gas station that looks like it hasn’t been cleaned since the Reagan administration? I’d feel safer using one of those than using a restroom that’s been cleaned by Señor Cigar. And I’m only slightly exaggerating. Last summer when he was in charge of restrooms we (a co-worker and I) decided to do a little test to see how often he lifted up the seats to clean the poop splatters underneath. We took a dry erase marker and wrote on the bottom of the seat: “Last cleaned 5/7/07. Three weeks passed by, in which I completely forgot about having done that. One night Señor Cigar called in sick (We prayed he would get better soon(said somewhat sarcastically)) and another co-worker, who we’ll call Paul (Logical, seeing as how that’s his name) was assigned the task of doing Señor Cigar’s restrooms. When he got to the aforementioned toilet he called me over. “Look at this! This hasn’t been cleaned in almost 3 weeks!” The message was still there, bright and clear, except for the poop splatters all around it.
We brought this to the attention of our supervisor and all he said was “Well, Señor Cigar is getting old, and doesn’t move so fast anymore.” He didn’t care and did nothing. This made me realize that I was doing way too much work. Why should I put any effort into cleaning if Señor Cigar doesn’t have to?
Anyways, if you are on Boise State campus this month, do not use the following buildings: Mech. Tech. , Technical Services, Applied Tech., Diesel Tech., Culinary Arts, Extended Studies and A&E Services. Yep, we get to clean 7 buildings every night.
Due to the graphic nature of the subject, I decided not to use any actual pictures but these drawings to illustrate my point.
Start of the month:
End of the month:
Thursday, November 6, 2008
Baby Belle
My little Natalie is turning 6 years old on Monday. I can't believe she's been with us for so long. I can't imagine a time when she wasn't part of our lives, yet at the same time I can't believe how quickly the time has gone.
As most of you know, Natalie started out as a very little creature. We did not know if she would survive her birth. That first year of her life was very stressful. But it brought us closer to our Heavenly Father and helped Lindsey and I to strengthen our own relationship. Natalie has grown so much and been such a blessing for our family.
Happy 6th birthday, Natalie!
Block I, here I come!
Well, I did it. I made it into the education program-finally! I can now start taking my first block of education classes this coming Spring semester. I signed up for my classes; now I'm just waiting to find out which school I'll be assigned to.
I have to spend 50 hours in the classroom by the end of the semester. It's not student teaching yet-I'm not sure what I'll be doing. Observing? Or will I have to do something in front of the students? That is scary. But I guess I've got to get used to it if I'm gonna be a teacher.
This is a picture from BSU's teacher education webpage. Kind of lame. Is this suppossed to excite me about my future career in teaching?
But I guess it's all part of the "New U Rising"
I still haven't guessed what that means.
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