tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-61364308303409759142024-03-13T03:15:03.657-07:00Don't Laugh...This really is my life.Kyle In Real Lifehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11179257236665590649noreply@blogger.comBlogger16125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6136430830340975914.post-55216527562922876192012-05-08T22:58:00.001-07:002012-05-08T22:58:24.767-07:00American hotties vs hotties from the rest of the known world<br />
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Alright folks, so I decided that I’d start the blog up
again, because apparently I’m so damn self assured that I think people care to
hear what I have to say. That being said, I took a poll to decide what topic to
tackle first. The result? The difference between attractive women in the
United States and attractive women in virtually every other country in the
world. Now, for anyone who decides to read this and doesn’t really know me too
well, I have a less than fantastic mouth, don’t hold back, and just say it as I
see it. So if you can’t hang with that, no biggie, just don’t read. So without
further a do (yes I know it’s “adieu” but fuck the French), let’s start the
show, shall we?</div>
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Alright, so here’s the deal with hot girls in the US; THEY’RE
FUCKING STUPID!!!!!!!! It’s like this; in the beginning, everyone starts out
equally, right? What I mean by that is, all babies are fuck ugly. I’m not
sorry, that’s the way it is. All newborns look like aliens. ANYWAY, we all
start out the same. But then somewhere along the way, the good looking ones of
these girls take a look in the mirror, realize “Hey I’m hot, so fuck everything
else in life. Who needs math skills when someone will pay me to take pictures
of my face/tits/ass/whatever? I’ll just jump on the dick of the first rich dude
I meet and be set for life.” And THIS is where we get the God-awful, dumb-as-shit, embarrassing-to-the-entire-country answers from our beauty queens in all
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For some contrast, let's look at hotties from other countries;
They’re smart, funny, smart, witty, ambitious, smart, logical, and did I
mention smart? They nearly ALWAYS have a field of endeavor that they excel at.
I swear it’s true, look into it.</div>
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For instance, I’ll take two women whose names you should undoubtedly
be familiar with; say, Anna Kournikova and, oh, Kim Kardashian. Fair enough?
Now, I think these two are pretty evenly matched. Both have international
notoriety, both are the first result to pop up on Google’s auto complete when
you enter their respective first names (hence reasonably equal in popularity),
and both have used the fame they’ve attained to essentially “build an empire”.
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Well, it’s very simple; it comes down to how the world initially
got to know their name. One did it by working her ass off and learning to be a
tennis player whose talents, while probably not “the BEST” there ever has been,
at least got her to a point where SOMEONE noticed that this girl who is really
good at tennis also happens to be SMOKING hot. The other? Well she got popular
by allowing a video of herself sucking the cock of a total douche bag to make
it’s way to the internet, then linking herself to the only little bit of fame that
she had, her biological father, Robert Kardashian, who is world renowned for “winning”
a court case in victorious fashion to get one of the world’s most obviously
guilty double murderers off by “beating” the shittiest prosecution team that
the LA district attorney’s office has ever dredged up in Marcia Clark and
Christopher Darden.</div>
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Do I need to go on? Let’s be serious, this goes on and on
and on. Megan Fox? Lindsay Lohan? Are you fucking serious? What “talent” do ANY
of these so called hotties possess? Looks? No. Talent? HAHAHAHAHA!!!!! Nothing,
yet Americans continue to put these fucking trolls on a goddamned pedestal because they’re
good looking (allegedly).</div>
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Now let’s look outside of the good old US of A. How’s about Irina
Kalentieva, Brooke Hanson, Kate Hollywood, Tanja Szewczenko, Liu Xuan, or Rita
Dravucz? A Russian cyclist, an Australian swimmer, an Australian field hockey Olympian,
a German figure skater and actress, a
Chinese gymnast, and a Hungarian water polo Olympian. I would venture a guess
that the VAST majority of those who are reading this have never heard of any of
those names, but I bet you’d take a second (or third or fourth) look if any one
of them was walking down your street. And how did they all get famous? By
working their asses off and excelling at something, because THAT’S the un-American
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The REAL problem is that as long as we continue to prop
these shit bag tramps up as something worth looking at/paying attention to, this
shit will never end. The best thing I can see happening for this situation is
for a drunken Kris Jenner to accidentally run over Mario Lopez (the worst girl
in all of television), plowing her and her shitty fake family into the lobby of
the Hilton Los Angeles, where Paris Hilton is having a meeting with the
desperate housewives of EVERYWHERE, and simultaneously setting fire to a single
room containing Tyra Banks, Jenny McCarthy, and Farrah Fawcet.</div>
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Americans are quickly becoming the stupidest population in
the world. And I don’t just mean the least educated, I mean lacking the most
common sense! When Nikola fucking Tesla is virtually unknown, yet Larry the Cable Guy
becomes a fucking millionaire by being exactly what other countries think of
stereotypical Americans, there’s no hope. Brains don’t mean shit anymore, and
it’s going to be a major factor in the dumbing and downfall of this country. If we’re not
careful, we’re going to become exactly what the movie “Idiocracy” predicted,
and I sincerely hope I die first, or at least before Rosie O’Donnell is deemed
worthy of the cover of Maxim…</div>Kyle In Real Lifehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11179257236665590649noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6136430830340975914.post-81659317529674561012012-01-27T18:10:00.000-08:002012-01-28T17:25:24.833-08:00Alright, so I've decided it's time to start back on this. Here's the catch; I ONLY want to do this when I've been drinking. SSSSOOOOOOOO, there will be no filter on what I say, so if you're not game, THHHHHHWWWWWWWWWWWWW (<----- That's the mouth fart sound), jog on. Cool? Okay, more to come. GO!!!!!!!!Kyle In Real Lifehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11179257236665590649noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6136430830340975914.post-61059360713825994812009-05-11T23:28:00.000-07:002009-05-12T00:34:03.723-07:00Life at the Filmore Lounge...What the fuck is with people these days, huh? I mean, I don't get it. Why is it that everyone thinks that they know what's the best for everyone else, but rarely are they right? And the type of people that think they know it all generally don't know shit. I mean, if you think you know what's best for someone else, ANYONE else, why don't you stop for a second before you open your mouth, take a look in the mirror, and ask yourself honestly, "Is my life 100% in order in regards to whatever I'm about to open my mouth about?" Because if not, do us all a favor and keep your fucking mouth SHUT.<br /><br />And another thing, why is it that when the choice comes down to what's good for you and what's right for someone else who you care about, they're NEVER the same thing? And why is it that whenever you see someone you love heading down a road that YOU know is bad fucking news, nothing you can ever say is right, or is good enough to make them stop? Because life is one big fucking joke, and guess what? Your misery is the punch line! So fuck off thinking that you're going to make <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">anyones</span> life any better or that you're going to do anything good for anyone, because I'm going to let you in on a little secret; they don't WANT your help, okay fuck face? Get it through your head. YOU CAN'T MAKE ANYONE HAPPY WHO DOESN'T WANT TO BE HAPPY, and most people don't want to be happy.<br /><br />Oh, and here's a little <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1">diddy</span> about a man I knew, grew into an asshole and his life went to shit too. (That was a free rhyme for you, you're welcome). What, in the name of God, Allah, Judah, Satan, whomever you worship, makes you think that you can leave my mom, start fucking her so-called "friend", and that suddenly I'm going to be okay with that bitch? I mean, REALLY? Do you EVER see this working out in your favor? Because if you do, do yourself a favor and get that notion out of your head sooner than later, because it's never gonna happen. So stop with the dropping her name into every conversation you have with me, stop with the trying to get me to hang out/vacation with her, stop with the sweet talking the situation about her, and accept the fact that as long as you're with that bitch, I'll have very little to do with you and less than nothing to do with her. Got it?<br /><br />And while we're on the subject of useless fucking idiots, how do you go for 3+ months without being employed, sleeping 18-22 hours a day, and still survive? How do you feel even the least bit like a man when you're living with your mom at 24 years old but doing NOTHING to help her out and NOTHING around her house and bringing NOTHING to the table in the situation? I mean, she works 45+ hours a week to keep a roof over your head, and when she asks the smallest little thing, like you taking the trash out or cleaning off the plate you used to eat the food that SHE bought AND cooked for you, you throw a <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2">Goddamned</span> <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3">hissy</span> fit. She does all the housework with help only from the other 2 people in the house, both of whom have full time work and/or school, while you do NOTHING but sit on the couch or lay in your bed ALL DAY LONG! How the fuck do you even justify your existence? The fact that your mother is a saint and will never throw your ass out, or at least force you to either step up or fuck off, is the classic "enabler" for your useless fucking lifestyle. Why don't you man up, stop being such a selfish asshole, and start carrying some fucking weight around here, huh? I'll tell you why, because a little effort is just too <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4">Goddamned</span> much to ask of someone whose mother and girlfriend keep giving and giving and giving without ever making you give anything in return.<br /><br />People these days make me fucking sick. The lack of respect, devotion, love, character, and selflessness (among many other traits of decent human beings) is appalling. I don't stand blameless by any means, but I sure as shit don't sit around and expect anyone else to carry my <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5">weight</span>, do my work, play my part, or deal with my selfish bullshit. The most incredibly fucked up thing about all of this is that nothing I can do will change them, and if the trend continues in the same fashion that it has in the past, the worst is yet to come.Kyle In Real Lifehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11179257236665590649noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6136430830340975914.post-16486523029494089022009-04-10T19:47:00.000-07:002009-04-10T19:50:15.090-07:00An updateSo not much is new here. This past Monday I had a partial ankle replacement surgery, which isn't turning out to be very much fun. I'm still dating Falon and loving time with her and Averie, I'm super stoked that baseball season is finally here, and that's about it.Kyle In Real Lifehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11179257236665590649noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6136430830340975914.post-54967696077815556542009-02-06T19:11:00.000-08:002009-02-06T19:38:16.525-08:00DUNES.<a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-QGsIWtC5pg/SYz_0fQF6BI/AAAAAAAAACI/LeRasvf_oiU/s1600-h/dunes1.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5299892138715506706" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-QGsIWtC5pg/SYz_0fQF6BI/AAAAAAAAACI/LeRasvf_oiU/s320/dunes1.jpg" border="0" /></a> I got new pants right before this trip. I heart them.<br /><div><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-QGsIWtC5pg/SYz_0NQ6aTI/AAAAAAAAACA/z7zicNOy5uk/s1600-h/dunes2.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5299892133887109426" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-QGsIWtC5pg/SYz_0NQ6aTI/AAAAAAAAACA/z7zicNOy5uk/s320/dunes2.jpg" border="0" /></a> Sun just came up, and it's time to ride! (After almost 2 hours of breakfast, talkin trash, and gettin the kids ready.) That's my baby in the back. #13 baby!<br /><br /><div><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-QGsIWtC5pg/SYz_z3pCLgI/AAAAAAAAAB4/QUE4crKLFgE/s1600-h/dunes3.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5299892128082701826" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-QGsIWtC5pg/SYz_z3pCLgI/AAAAAAAAAB4/QUE4crKLFgE/s320/dunes3.jpg" border="0" /></a> Headin out! Mine and Wes' bikes in the background.<br /><br /><br /><div><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-QGsIWtC5pg/SYz_z4dxDTI/AAAAAAAAABw/eWJl2_BezhY/s1600-h/dunes4.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5299892128303877426" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-QGsIWtC5pg/SYz_z4dxDTI/AAAAAAAAABw/eWJl2_BezhY/s320/dunes4.jpg" border="0" /></a> The toys. Give respect to the '83 ATC 250R. Old school baby!<br /><br /><br /><br /><div>I went last weekend. My first trip this season. The conditions were as follow;<br /><br />Sand: Soft and shitty.<br />Wind: Present and accounted for.<br />Kyle's bike: Awesome.<br />Kyle's cardio: A bigger joke than your face.<br /><br />All in all, it was a fun day trip. I just have a few pics. I TRIED to get a picture of the drug dog searching my car inside and out at the Border Patrol checkpoint, but they took my phone before I could snap it off... Damnit.<br /></div><br /><br /><br /><br /><div></div><a href="http://s670.photobucket.com/albums/vv69/kyleinreallife/Dunes%202009/?action=view&current=February-02_0725.jpg" target="_blank"></a></div></div></div>Kyle In Real Lifehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11179257236665590649noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6136430830340975914.post-81059280076264766452009-01-12T11:50:00.000-08:002009-01-12T12:00:02.364-08:00Did you know that excessive smiling can make your face hurt?I ran into my old girlfriend from high school about a month ago after 6+ years of hating each other. I have no idea why, buy my first instinct was to give her the biggest hug I could. We talked about things and burried a lot of hatchets that night, and have been talking here and there ever since. Last weekend we went snowboarding. I had THE MOST fun weekend of my life as far back as I can remember, but was afraid to tell her that because I didn't want to freak her out. So when she told me the EXACT same thing, I knew I should've told her earlier. I'm pretty sure she doesn't know I have a blog. Let's keep it that way, okay folks? I don't know where this will or won't go, but no matter how it plays out, I'm so glad to have her back in my life. I was starting to forget what it's like to have friends who REALLY care around me...Kyle In Real Lifehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11179257236665590649noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6136430830340975914.post-72155139615557424782008-12-23T22:13:00.000-08:002008-12-23T22:23:22.790-08:00<a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-QGsIWtC5pg/SVHU3wBGELI/AAAAAAAAABo/4KJhBv4ZiHo/s1600-h/lexus.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5283237892129689778" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-QGsIWtC5pg/SVHU3wBGELI/AAAAAAAAABo/4KJhBv4ZiHo/s320/lexus.jpg" border="0" /></a>Hey folks. It's been a while. Those of you who know me, know that I'm a huge animal lover, and hate, HATE to see anything happen to them, especially dogs. So I'm asking for your help in that area, and fast!<br /><br /><div><div>Meet Lexus. She's a 2.5 year old red-nosed pitbull. She's spayed, all of her shots are current, is as gentle as can be, loves kids, and she needs a GOOD, LOVING home, ASAP!</div><br /><div>She belongs to one of my oldest friends. Unfortunately my friend is going through a divorce right now, and because of that, she and her daughter are not able to take Lex with them to their new place. She HAD someone lined up to take her, but tonight, LITERALLY at the last minute, they decided they couldn't take her and backed out. So now we've got til tomorrow to find her a home! We've called the pound, shelters, rescues, etc, but apparently with the economy, people are bailing on their pets left and right, so NONE of them are taking any dogs right now. It's a pretty sad situation. She's not looking to make any money here or anything like that, just the assurance that Lexus will go to a good home where she is loved and treated like a part of the family.If any of you want her, or know anyone who does, PLEASE let me know ASAP! You can message me on here, or email me at <a href="mailto:kyleinreallife@gmail.com">kyleinreallife@gmail.com</a>. PLEASE help if you can. I mean, "Tis the season", ya? Thanks for taking the time to read this everyone.</div></div>Kyle In Real Lifehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11179257236665590649noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6136430830340975914.post-76302975314267884962008-10-09T21:45:00.000-07:002008-10-14T01:23:13.597-07:00My new crush...<a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-QGsIWtC5pg/SPRWFrUvDXI/AAAAAAAAABQ/Xg8PznGu4NE/s1600-h/Jenna_Fischer.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5256921320577240434" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-QGsIWtC5pg/SPRWFrUvDXI/AAAAAAAAABQ/Xg8PznGu4NE/s320/Jenna_Fischer.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div></div><div>So, after you've been single for a certain amount of time... especially when you're already an old man... like I am... you start wondering if there is still anyone out there for you... and if she'd even be into you or not... which she probably won't... and it's a little sad... but then you meet someone, and she's stinkin cute... and funny... and a little goofy... with curly hair... which are both also stinkin cute attributes... and that's when you just KNOW, y'know? It just makes it a little rough when you only get to see her once a week... on Thursday nights... from 8-8:30pm... on NBC... Ladies and gentleman, I think I'm in love with Pam Beesley.</div><div></div><div>Edit; As per Holly's request, I've added a picture of her. Enjoy.</div>Kyle In Real Lifehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11179257236665590649noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6136430830340975914.post-91391123988396801972008-10-05T09:54:00.000-07:002008-10-05T20:15:41.867-07:00General Authority Blogging???Did anyone else catch that just now? Robert D. Hales, while talking about ways of responding to argumentative and persecutory people, counsels to either walk away from the situation saying nothing, or to be kind and positive towards that person, and not to argue with them. When saying this, he gave a few examples of ways to do this. Here's where I was caught off gaurd. He said that we could, "leave a note, write a letter to the editor, LEAVE A COMMENT ON A BLOG..." I was like, "Mm hmm... good idea... yeah... wait, WHAT?" I never thought I'd see the day where I heard a G.A. talk about blogging in General Conference, and in a way that was just so nonchelaunt, as if EVERYONE knows what blogging is. It was pretty funny to me for some reason.<br /><br />So it got me thinking, what if the General Authorities of the church had blogs. What would that be like? Can you even imagine?<br /><br />"Thursday, October 2nd, 2008. Today I had lunch with a living prophet of God. We talked about what we're going to do this weekend. He made me laugh, a lot."<br /><br />"Friday, October 3rd, 2008. Today I went to the temple to talk with the Lord, and to get the 'go-ahead' on my talk for conference. He said it's good-to-go, but try not to sound awkward when talking about this new 'blogging' thing. I'll do my best."<br /><br />"Sunday, October 5th, 2008. Today I spoke to the entire world on behalf of the Lord. I told them things that He wanted them to know. I boldly, yet humbly delivered the message that the Savior gave to me for the world. I pray that they will listen to those words and improve their lives and grow closer to the Lord... Oh, and I NAILED the blogger thing. :)"<br /><br /><br />That's just the way that I imagine it would be...Kyle In Real Lifehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11179257236665590649noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6136430830340975914.post-14518996671190360162008-09-28T17:55:00.000-07:002008-09-28T18:12:54.806-07:00GRADUATION!<a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-QGsIWtC5pg/SOArEA6lDaI/AAAAAAAAAA4/0kNZQDNi4Ic/s1600-h/bostontrucknap.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5251244513479167394" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-QGsIWtC5pg/SOArEA6lDaI/AAAAAAAAAA4/0kNZQDNi4Ic/s320/bostontrucknap.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div>So today, Boston graduated from puppy class, and in great style I might add. Not only did we actually show up to class, unlike half the class, but he actually showed that he knew how to do all the things he was supposed to have learned in class! ATTA BOY! Now I've just gotta get him to do that when he's outside of class and we'll be set! But for now, we'll take this as a small step to being a good dog! So far his most consistent trick is falling asleep on my lap while I'm driving my work truck... Well done, Boston. Well done.</div>Kyle In Real Lifehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11179257236665590649noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6136430830340975914.post-51542062241281041542008-09-08T21:12:00.000-07:002008-09-08T22:27:14.224-07:00I Just Don't KnowWhy is it that when you think you've got everything figured out, it becomes blanantly obvious that you have NOTHING figured out?<br /><br />How come when someone who you care a lot about finds themselves in the middle of a shitty situation, they are never sure what to do about it, even when the answer is so clear you just want to grab them and yell it in their face? I can't decide whether it's because it's harder to see the facts when you're in the middle of it, or because you don't WANT to admit it when you can see things right in front of your face. I just don't know...<br /><br />Why is it that when the classic "timing is everything" cliche comes into play, it's never by much? It's never 10 years too late, you're never 2 hours late for work, you don't come up $40 shy on the bill; It's "A Day Late and a Dollar Short" for a reason. However, the good thing about that is that often times, you can run it as credit and come up with the $2 for the bill, you can speed up to hit the traffic lights and make it to work on time, and you can wait a few months for a potentially great thing. BUT, what if you get a ticket for the close call on that one yellow light? What if you get an overdraft fee on the account for paying for that dinner? What if you pass up something that was right for you, while you wait for that "potentially great" thing, and then that "potentially great" thing never pans out? Then what? Are you worse off than before? Was it worth taking the chance on it? Again, I just don't know...Kyle In Real Lifehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11179257236665590649noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6136430830340975914.post-28914720603342604692008-08-05T23:02:00.000-07:002008-08-05T23:33:50.685-07:00It's REX!<a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-QGsIWtC5pg/SJk-vcS1PzI/AAAAAAAAAAo/3TMiWMLmDiw/s1600-h/IMG_3698.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5231281426937495346" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-QGsIWtC5pg/SJk-vcS1PzI/AAAAAAAAAAo/3TMiWMLmDiw/s320/IMG_3698.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><div>Alright, so you know how there are random little things that, to others would be meaningless, but when you see them, it reminds you of a certain time in your life? A postcard, a toy, a song, whatever. Alright, well having a puppy tends to make you remember some of those times in your life because puppies get into EVERYTHING. They'll find things that you thought were lost for the past 6 years!</div><div> </div><div>So the other day, Boston was laying in front of me on the floor, and was chewing on something that was bright green and white. I didn't think anything of it because he has a chew toy of those same colors. But then he got up and moved on to the next thing to chew on, and I could see what he was REALLY chewing on that was green and white... Do you remember Toy Story? Of course you do. And if you do, you sure remember Rex, the t-rex who tried to live up to the hype of his name, but was really pretty much the opposite. Well, that's what he was chewing on, and all of a sudden, I remembered where that toy came from.</div><div> </div><div>See, when I was in 9th grade, I was kicked out of school because I was the son of a teacher who had crossed paths with administration from time to time, inadvertently putting me in the line of fire. One day I was caught eating an apple in the hallway, and suddenly I was being thrown out of school for a seemingly minor offense. Needless to say, I was dumbfounded. When I got to my new school, Taylor Jr. High, I IMMEDIATELY gained a reputation as a "bad kid" because I was kicked out of a school. I mean, I heard some of the most ridiculous stories as to why I got kicked out. Did you know I stole a police car?! Neither did I...</div><div> </div><div>Anyway, so that being as it was, and me being pretty shy, I didn't bother trying to correct anyone or defend myself, and it just got worse. But amidst the constant cloud that it seemed was over my head, there were 3 people who were cool enough to ignore whatever they heard, and they were the 3 biggest reasons that I actually stayed in school. They were Karl, Mary, and LeDawn. They walked with me from class to class, ate with me, hung out with me outside of school, etc. It was more appreciated than I'm sure I ever told them, something I'll no doubt regret for life.</div><div> </div><div>Well, at some point that year, one of them (I'll leave out who, incase he/she would be embarrassed) decided that I reminded them of Rex from Toy Story. I really wasn't sure how to take that. In fact, I'm STILL not sure how to take that. But I think, just to play it safe, I went with the "well good or bad, at least they were thinking of me!" tactic, and I'm sticking to it! So at some point, I think maybe for Christmas, this person gave me a small toy Rex, sort of as a token of our friendship, if you will. We laughed about it and all, but that was about it. Eventually it made it's way into a box of "old stuff" and was forgotten about. Then the other day when Boston came prancing around with it in his mouth, having found it who knows where, all of those memories, primarily good ones, came back to me about the 3 people who were nice and kind enough to go out of their way to be nice to the "new kid", even if everyone thought he was a "bad kid". I appreciate you 3 more than you know.</div>Kyle In Real Lifehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11179257236665590649noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6136430830340975914.post-797668580073683722008-07-23T23:27:00.000-07:002008-07-24T19:28:15.621-07:00Can you say "choke"?So there we were, up 4 to 3 in the 6th when I left Nando's. I walk into Molly's and guess what? We're DOWN 10-4 in the middle of the 8th! ARE YOU KIDDING ME?! Well, it turns out that Micah Owings walked 'em loaded, gave up 2 RBI's, then got tattooed with a grand slam! Needless to say, I was none too pleased. We pulled off a 3 run homer in the 8th, but didn't follow it up in the 9th so we still lost. Sad. Anyway, that's all. Enjoy!Kyle In Real Lifehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11179257236665590649noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6136430830340975914.post-46313349268150069402008-07-14T22:23:00.000-07:002008-12-09T23:00:52.755-08:00I'm a proud papa!<a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-QGsIWtC5pg/SHw1WjZ2W8I/AAAAAAAAAAg/is61NZpy9DY/s1600-h/IMG_0931.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5223108329419987906" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-QGsIWtC5pg/SHw1WjZ2W8I/AAAAAAAAAAg/is61NZpy9DY/s320/IMG_0931.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><div>So, I'd like you all to meet Boston. He's my new puppy, and he's awesome. He's half Rhodesian Ridgeback, half Black Lab-Rottweiller mix. I'm almost positive he's the raddest puppy ever born, although I'm still waiting for a few votes to come in...</div><div> </div><div>Anyway, so this is him. Now, don't let the picture mislead you; he doesn't ALWAYS lay like a frog... just most of the time. ;) So that's him. Say hi, be nice, and don't mind the razor sharp claws and military grade armor piercing teeth. I'm told that they'll dull down a bit after the first few years of action, so let's hear it for that! YA!</div><div> </div><div>I'll post more pictures as he grows up.</div>Kyle In Real Lifehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11179257236665590649noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6136430830340975914.post-58147762693270415402008-06-16T15:36:00.000-07:002008-06-16T15:47:00.668-07:00HAPPY (become a) FATHER'S DAY TO ME!So, last night, after a long 2 months of disappointments, let downs, and failures, I finally had a good day yesterday. "Why?" you may ask? Well because I got A PUPPY, THAT'S WHY! He's an 8 week old puppy. His mother is a purebred Rhodesian Ridgeback, and his pops is half Black Lab, half Rottweiller. His name is Boston, and he's amazing.<br /><br />I'll post pictures as I take them because the one I have now isn't being allowed to upload for some reason... Poor computer skills pwns me....<br /><br />SAY HELLO TO BOSTON!Kyle In Real Lifehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11179257236665590649noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6136430830340975914.post-43963231600821391762008-03-24T20:52:00.000-07:002008-03-24T20:53:57.847-07:00I HAVE A BLOG!So, uh...I've got a blog now...what do you want me to do with it?Kyle In Real Lifehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11179257236665590649noreply@blogger.com2