It's official! I am now a certified Jungle cruise skipper. Look for me at the World Famous Jungle Cruise! Check my schedule on the sidebar for upcoming jungle shifts.
Tuesday, October 6, 2009
!!!NEWS FLASH!!!
It's official! I am now a certified Jungle cruise skipper. Look for me at the World Famous Jungle Cruise! Check my schedule on the sidebar for upcoming jungle shifts.
Saturday, October 3, 2009
CRUISIN' THE JUNGLE
For the last several days I have been training in the jungles of the world to take over as a skipper on the World Famous Jungle Cruise. It has been very interesting. The first day we got to walk behind the jungle. Yesterday, I got to drive my first boat and practice my spiel. Someone needs to come down and take my picture driving the boat because I can't do it while I'm working. They kind a frown on it.
Part of working in the jungle is working in the Tiki Room. You wouldn't think so, but that has been fun as well. The only problem is Jose, the lead bird. He jokes around a lot when you go to wake him up. Sometimes he wakes up too early, and sometimes he doesn't wake up at all and pretends to be asleep. Evil bird. Yesterday, with guests right below him he decided...well, you can get the picture. It was a mess to clean up.
Wednesday, September 30, 2009
WELCOME TO THE BOB BLOG!
All Aboard! It is October 1st and it's time for the new Bob Blog! Welcome. I hope this new format will be more successful than the last one. I will try to update each feature, once I identify them as to what they will be, at least once a month. In addition I will be adding semi-daily journals, commentaries, and what-nots, whatever they are on a regular basis. I do know I intend to continue the Postcards From My Cell Phone feature, Adventures of Nukes Nukems, Dragon Tales Featuring Geiss and Makki, and Norman the Tortoise. If I ever find the manuscript I may continue the tale of Misery Loves Company; An Autobiography of a Love Life that Never Was; OR How to Fail at Loving in One Easy Step: Making the Attempt. I am also trying to post from my cell phone so when I see something interesting, or just feel inspired, I can post from wherever I am. I will also do some experimenting with video from my cell phone. And don't forget: On the Bob Blog you can get tickets to Disneyland. Just see the sidebar for more information. But most of all, I hope to have fun. And I hope you will have fun reading and participating in the Bob Blog!
Meet Pyra Putty Pat
TARGET LAUNCH DATE:
OCTOBER 1, 2009
BE THERE!
Tuesday, September 29, 2009
A NEW NAME; A NEW BLOG; SAME OL' BOB
ALL ABOARD for an all new look from the old blog! I looked long and hard at the last blog and why it failed. The problem was I was working too hard to keep too many things and features going. Gone are the ads; I never got paid anyway; and here are simple features that I hope many will find interesting. Here to stay are Post Cards From My Cell Phone, an interesting feature that will share some interesting points of interest. I will share current event happenings from my life, as well as share my unique view commentaries on selected current events. Eventually, if I ever find the rest of the manuscript, I hope to continue to post the rest of Misery Loves Company: An Autobiography of a Love Life that Never Was: or: How to Succeed in Finding Love in One Easy Step: By Making the Attempt. You will also be able to follow the adventures of all your favorite Characters: Norman the Tortoise, Makk and Geiss, Nush Nukems, and the all new adventures of Pyra Putty Pat!
And something no other blog has ever offered: Free tickets to Disneyland. Yes that's right. By just being a reader of the Bob Blog, you can get yourself and up to two others into the Happiest Place on Earth. Just see the side bar for more information.
Stay tuned. The New and Improved Bob Blog will be with you soon!
TARGET LAUNCH DATE:
OCTOBER 1, 2009
BE THERE!
Friday, September 25, 2009
A WHOLE NEW BLOG COMING YOUR WAY
That's right! A whole new blog coming your way. I am attempting to come up with monthly features and articles that will make you want to come back time after time after time. Look for lots of fun coming your way. You will notice a brand new look with no ads. Check back soon to see what I am cooking up.
TARGET LAUNCH DATE:
OCTOBER 1, 2009
BE THERE!
Tuesday, February 3, 2009
In Memorium
Katze Kitty
1994-2009
Her royal highness, her majesty, Queen Katze Kitty (Katze, German for kitty so her name was kitty kitty) passed away quietly Sunday, February 1, 2009 after a long bout with diabetes. As the first of the childhood pets, she ends an era in our household and has literally etched memories in all of our lives and skin forever.
She came to live with us shortly after we purchased our first home. We had mice at the time. Holdovers from our apartment where we couldn't have pets, but were allowed mice (perhaps only because they were small and never went out so management never really knew they were there). As a kitten, she quickly made friends with them keeping an eye on them everyday from the time of her arrival until their demise less than thirty days later. She endured and outlasted Abby Dog, Pepper Kitty (no relation), Rosie and Sammy Bunny, Brigham Bun, a brood of chickens, and a million goldfish. Without a doubt she ruled over them all.
Despite the early days when she was embarassed weekly as I took her out with the trash, she somehow overcame the embarassing experiences and rose to rule over all she could see. There was only one cat that dared to venture into her domain, and that was Pepper Kitty, who, as her only defeat, came to live with us as well. She put the rest of us to task serving her hand and foot, giving up our beds, couches, La-z-Boys, and good health in order to please her. Everyone of us bears the scars on our extremities that attest to our servitude. Doorjams and furniture were shredded and stand as a silent testimony to her iron hand rule.
But despite even her harsh rule, who can forget the fun that was had with her. Fighting with her by grabbing her tail after she had caught a bird in the backyard. Throwing her onto the frozen pond and watching her land on the ice instead of in the icy cold water.
She was also known as the Healing Kitty. Despite her proud demeanor and attitude, she had healing powers unknown to any other animal. Whenever anyone was sick she should lay next to them and purr and make them better. She had the loudest purr of any kitty. And there were times that all you had to do was look at her and she would purr loudly. She would purr as she shred you hand and arm to a bloody pulp. And she would purr as she left you in a rushing head as you went to wash out your wounds. She never had a wound. In her whole life, she never had a wound.
Our only revenge was when she was diagnosed with diabetes a year ago and we got to give her daily shots. She knew they made her feel better and would come to the kitchen and line up properly for us to shoot her. She even purred when we gave her shots. And she still shredded the door jams right up to the end.
Katze loved life and lived it to the fullest until she just plumb ran out. If ever there was a cat who knew how to be a cat, it was Katze. Queen of Cats, Queen of all she could see. Long live the queen; if even only in our hearts and memory.
She came to live with us shortly after we purchased our first home. We had mice at the time. Holdovers from our apartment where we couldn't have pets, but were allowed mice (perhaps only because they were small and never went out so management never really knew they were there). As a kitten, she quickly made friends with them keeping an eye on them everyday from the time of her arrival until their demise less than thirty days later. She endured and outlasted Abby Dog, Pepper Kitty (no relation), Rosie and Sammy Bunny, Brigham Bun, a brood of chickens, and a million goldfish. Without a doubt she ruled over them all.
Despite the early days when she was embarassed weekly as I took her out with the trash, she somehow overcame the embarassing experiences and rose to rule over all she could see. There was only one cat that dared to venture into her domain, and that was Pepper Kitty, who, as her only defeat, came to live with us as well. She put the rest of us to task serving her hand and foot, giving up our beds, couches, La-z-Boys, and good health in order to please her. Everyone of us bears the scars on our extremities that attest to our servitude. Doorjams and furniture were shredded and stand as a silent testimony to her iron hand rule.
But despite even her harsh rule, who can forget the fun that was had with her. Fighting with her by grabbing her tail after she had caught a bird in the backyard. Throwing her onto the frozen pond and watching her land on the ice instead of in the icy cold water.
She was also known as the Healing Kitty. Despite her proud demeanor and attitude, she had healing powers unknown to any other animal. Whenever anyone was sick she should lay next to them and purr and make them better. She had the loudest purr of any kitty. And there were times that all you had to do was look at her and she would purr loudly. She would purr as she shred you hand and arm to a bloody pulp. And she would purr as she left you in a rushing head as you went to wash out your wounds. She never had a wound. In her whole life, she never had a wound.
Our only revenge was when she was diagnosed with diabetes a year ago and we got to give her daily shots. She knew they made her feel better and would come to the kitchen and line up properly for us to shoot her. She even purred when we gave her shots. And she still shredded the door jams right up to the end.
Katze loved life and lived it to the fullest until she just plumb ran out. If ever there was a cat who knew how to be a cat, it was Katze. Queen of Cats, Queen of all she could see. Long live the queen; if even only in our hearts and memory.
Saturday, January 17, 2009
Finally, More Misery
Yes, just what you've been waiting for. The next installment of Misery Loves Company. Please enjoy this next installment.
--The editor
--The editor
Misery Loves Company Installment 10
Chapter 6 (Continued)
The next morning, when the sun finally made its first appearance in my room, I jumped out of bed full of energy and excitement, got dressed as fast as I could, grabbed my suitcase and ran straight out of the house and down the street to Annette's house. I definitely did not want to be late. And since Disneyland was a long ways away, I knew we would have to get an early start. Annette never told me when to meet her but I knew it was going to have to be early. I was in such a hurry that I didn't even bother waking my parents up and telling them goodbye. I didn't really see much use in it either. I didn't have time to argue any more about Annette being Annette and risking the chance of not being able to go.
My suitcase was heavy so I put it down as soon as I got to the door. I eagerly pushed the doorbell two or three times and waited quite impatiently. I waited for quite some time and no-one came to the door. I started to get worried that I was too late and had been left behind. When no-one came to the door after a few more minutes I began to panic and began to ring the doorbell again. The more I thought about the possibility that she had gone off and left me behind, the more I rang the doorbell. I rang the doorbell over and over again as fast as my little finger could push the button. Finally, the door opened and an older man in a bathrobe looked down at me. He had a sleepy look in his eyes like he had just woke up from a sound nap after a late night. When he spoke, it wasn't friendly. It was actually quite rough. "What the ____ do you want kid.
I had no idea what that one word was but I understood the rest of what he said. Without hesitation I told him who I was and I was there so Annette could take me to Disneyland to be be on the Mickey Mouse Club with her. He then let out a very audible sigh and turned back from the door.
"Annette!" he yelled. "Come here! There's some bright eyed little did here at the door with his bags packed thinking you are going to take hime to Disneyland of all places."
As I was standing there listening to every word her dad said I was even more sure that I was right and Annette was really the Annette and not just another Annette that lived down the street. She was the real deal. I got even more excited. It would only be a few moments before Annette and I would be on our way.
Then Annette came to the door. She was in her bathrobe, too, and looked very sleepy. "Oh Misery, it's you." she said. Then she kneeled down and looked me in the eye. "What are you doing here so early?"
I answered her with just a little bit of dismay. "Don't you remember? I've come to watch the Mickey Mouse Club with you. We've got to go to Disneyland so I can watch it with you; and so I can meet Mickey and Donald and Goofy!"
At first Annette looked perplexed, but then slowly began to laugh a lot the way my mother had the past few days. "No Misery." she exclaimed. "I meant on TV. Here. Today, at my house. You can come back and watch the show with me this afternoon when it comes on, but we've still got all day. Go home and let me get some more sleep, OK?
Suddenly I was crushed. I felt like a big balloon that someone had just let all the air out of and fizzled to the ground after racing through the air. Tears began to form in my eyes as I glared back at her. My hero had let me down. I wasn't going to Disneyland after all. I wasn't going to meet Mickey Mouse or Donal Duck or Goofy. And I still didn't understand how Annette could be here watching the show with me at the same time she was on TV. "How can you be here and on TV at the same time?" I cried.
Annette thought it over for a few moments and began to lagh again. Her dad who was still in the doorway and had been watching the whole thing had a look that changed from annoyed to amused. Then he started to laugh, too. Everyone was laughing except me. Then her dad kneeled down and looked at me and asked me in between laughs if I really thought his daughter was the Annette that was on the Mickey Mouse club. Then he looked over to his daughter and said, "Annette, hoeny, I don't know what you've been telling this kid, but you better straighten him out." He then stood up and walked away, his laughter still heard long after he disappeared from sight.
But after that I didn't need straightened out. I suddenly realized my mother was right. I couldn't beleive what had just happened to me and the fool I had just made myself out to be. I ran straight home. I didn't even bother taking my bag with me. I ran into my house and straight tom my room and dove into my bed and pulled the covers over my head. I never wanted to see the world again. By lunchtime, though, I was getting a little hungry and tried to sneak into the kitchen to get something to eat without anyone noticing. But my mom was there. And she was waiting for me with a look of satisfaction.
"Why Misery," she said. "I'm surprised to see you back so soon. How was Disneyland?"
I just galred back at her with boiling anger stuttering trying to think of something to say back. Finally it came out. The only thing I could think of saying. I had heard it a number of times; mostly when my parents were fighting. I said it looking her straight in the eye. "Oh shut up!"
It didn't go over very well. Instead of spending the afternoon at Disneyland meeting Mickey Mouse, Donald Duck and Goofy, and having the time of my life, I spent it sitting in a cornerwith a bar of Lifeboy clenched in my teeth contemplating my misery, and the company that came with it.
The next morning, when the sun finally made its first appearance in my room, I jumped out of bed full of energy and excitement, got dressed as fast as I could, grabbed my suitcase and ran straight out of the house and down the street to Annette's house. I definitely did not want to be late. And since Disneyland was a long ways away, I knew we would have to get an early start. Annette never told me when to meet her but I knew it was going to have to be early. I was in such a hurry that I didn't even bother waking my parents up and telling them goodbye. I didn't really see much use in it either. I didn't have time to argue any more about Annette being Annette and risking the chance of not being able to go.
My suitcase was heavy so I put it down as soon as I got to the door. I eagerly pushed the doorbell two or three times and waited quite impatiently. I waited for quite some time and no-one came to the door. I started to get worried that I was too late and had been left behind. When no-one came to the door after a few more minutes I began to panic and began to ring the doorbell again. The more I thought about the possibility that she had gone off and left me behind, the more I rang the doorbell. I rang the doorbell over and over again as fast as my little finger could push the button. Finally, the door opened and an older man in a bathrobe looked down at me. He had a sleepy look in his eyes like he had just woke up from a sound nap after a late night. When he spoke, it wasn't friendly. It was actually quite rough. "What the ____ do you want kid.
I had no idea what that one word was but I understood the rest of what he said. Without hesitation I told him who I was and I was there so Annette could take me to Disneyland to be be on the Mickey Mouse Club with her. He then let out a very audible sigh and turned back from the door.
"Annette!" he yelled. "Come here! There's some bright eyed little did here at the door with his bags packed thinking you are going to take hime to Disneyland of all places."
As I was standing there listening to every word her dad said I was even more sure that I was right and Annette was really the Annette and not just another Annette that lived down the street. She was the real deal. I got even more excited. It would only be a few moments before Annette and I would be on our way.
Then Annette came to the door. She was in her bathrobe, too, and looked very sleepy. "Oh Misery, it's you." she said. Then she kneeled down and looked me in the eye. "What are you doing here so early?"
I answered her with just a little bit of dismay. "Don't you remember? I've come to watch the Mickey Mouse Club with you. We've got to go to Disneyland so I can watch it with you; and so I can meet Mickey and Donald and Goofy!"
At first Annette looked perplexed, but then slowly began to laugh a lot the way my mother had the past few days. "No Misery." she exclaimed. "I meant on TV. Here. Today, at my house. You can come back and watch the show with me this afternoon when it comes on, but we've still got all day. Go home and let me get some more sleep, OK?
Suddenly I was crushed. I felt like a big balloon that someone had just let all the air out of and fizzled to the ground after racing through the air. Tears began to form in my eyes as I glared back at her. My hero had let me down. I wasn't going to Disneyland after all. I wasn't going to meet Mickey Mouse or Donal Duck or Goofy. And I still didn't understand how Annette could be here watching the show with me at the same time she was on TV. "How can you be here and on TV at the same time?" I cried.
Annette thought it over for a few moments and began to lagh again. Her dad who was still in the doorway and had been watching the whole thing had a look that changed from annoyed to amused. Then he started to laugh, too. Everyone was laughing except me. Then her dad kneeled down and looked at me and asked me in between laughs if I really thought his daughter was the Annette that was on the Mickey Mouse club. Then he looked over to his daughter and said, "Annette, hoeny, I don't know what you've been telling this kid, but you better straighten him out." He then stood up and walked away, his laughter still heard long after he disappeared from sight.
But after that I didn't need straightened out. I suddenly realized my mother was right. I couldn't beleive what had just happened to me and the fool I had just made myself out to be. I ran straight home. I didn't even bother taking my bag with me. I ran into my house and straight tom my room and dove into my bed and pulled the covers over my head. I never wanted to see the world again. By lunchtime, though, I was getting a little hungry and tried to sneak into the kitchen to get something to eat without anyone noticing. But my mom was there. And she was waiting for me with a look of satisfaction.
"Why Misery," she said. "I'm surprised to see you back so soon. How was Disneyland?"
I just galred back at her with boiling anger stuttering trying to think of something to say back. Finally it came out. The only thing I could think of saying. I had heard it a number of times; mostly when my parents were fighting. I said it looking her straight in the eye. "Oh shut up!"
It didn't go over very well. Instead of spending the afternoon at Disneyland meeting Mickey Mouse, Donald Duck and Goofy, and having the time of my life, I spent it sitting in a cornerwith a bar of Lifeboy clenched in my teeth contemplating my misery, and the company that came with it.
Sunday, January 11, 2009
Norman
Yes, it is hard to believe, but I am still here. Today I decided to do a study in compare and contrast Norman the Tortoise. I am posting two pictures here. One was taken shortly after we brought Norman home in December 2002. The other was taken today, January 2
009.
009.
Subscribe to:
Posts (Atom)
