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As I was walking home last Tuesday morning I was thinking about the value of pearls, from small lustrous to the new Jaggal pearls. I recall being happy that the value of the Golden pearl is finally down from 35g to 8g, and then I thought of a note that LilBro wrote about pearls. (Imo he should post it here >.>) Then I thought about J3 and his uncanny ability to randomly kill something that drops a Golden pearl for him. I think I was jealous for a little bit before I thought about how much I think of him as one.
My track record with Golden’s goes something like this: I think I’ve found 2 in the two years I’ve played WoW.
Golden pearls are rare for me, so rare I just hold on to them when I get them. J3 is like one of those pearls.  He’s a rare man indeed. I think a lot more of this would make sense if you had read LilBro’s note. It was a very deep and convicting for me. Mind you, I had some different thoughts for some parts, but one part made me think of both Dis and J3

“But the pearls of the hard shelled ones, those can be magnificent to behold. Except that it’s the only one they have and if you get your hands on it… If you get your hands on it and treat it like you do the little pearls, you will have lost something very special.”

Dis & J4 have been my best friends these last two years and have blessed me with a little glimpses of their uber shiny Golden pearls. It sucks for me to have to sit back and watch all the blue-crabs (the oyster eaters) not realize what they have in their hands and callously throw them away. Makes me want to hunt blue crabs and extinguish them! These guys are truly one of a kind, each in their own way is so incredibly as special to me and I love (agape) them both. I would do almost anything for them. They rock my world and I would have been lost without them in this dark dreary place I call KY.

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Where is home?
Well, first lets define home. looks it up
1.a house, apartment, or other shelter that is the usual residence of a person, family, or household.
2.the place in which one’s domestic affections are centered.

While I was at Dis’ house for the holidays, it came to mind that, no matter which place I was referring too (his apartment, his parent’s house, my apartment) when we were out, I would always say: “When we get home…” when we were talking.

I find it interesting that, wherever I found myself; that was where I considered home to be. Being an MK, we don’t really have a real “home.” LilBro says his home is “Itinerant…” Some people say home is where the heart is. I think I have to agree with Dis’ dad though, for me home is wherever my feet seem to take me.

I don’t feel sad and think, “poor me, I don’t have a home.” I think it’s great that I don’t consider myself at home here on earth. I know where my real home is, and I look forward to going Home one day; but for now, I am here, and wherever that is, I’m at home.

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On the way home. Still safe, but tired. First alcohol in eight months is delish! Running into old friends is bonus.

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Move over Victoria, Becks is mine!!

David Beckham, the world’s most recognizable soccer star, is leaving Real Madrid to join MLS’ Los Angeles Galaxy in August on a five-year contract.

This rocks. What rocks even harder is that I’ll be only a few hours away from FC Dallas games, who happen to be in the same division as my beloved Galaxy. Can you say multiple? Yes, yes you can. ¡Siempre fútbol!

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Foton pinged everyone who reads AFKGamer to provide the 5 things people don’t know about you. I’d say he’s a slacker for not asking people directly but he says right there in the title that’s he’s always afk. I’m using that as an excuse for why it took so long to write this.

1) The biggest thing is that I am closet romantic. I mean this in the “I expect a resolution to this” kind of way. I don’t like the unrequited love stories where everyone decides to be miserable without each other: they should kill each other, get together, or get on with their damn lives. Pining bitches get shot.

2) I can’t sleep alone with out noise. I have to fall asleep with either the TV going or some kind of music going. This trip has only exacerbated the problem, as now I can sleep through CH-47s, C-17s, and continuous small arms fire all at the same time. The current music of choice is And I Feel Fine… which the lovely and talented Otter got me for Christmas.

3) Why I can say humuhumu-nukunuku-a-pua‘a. When I was in high school, one of the girls I was interested in would only go out with me if I could pronounce the name of her state fish. Needless to say, I learned it very well and we got along famously. Very happy memories there.

4) I am Superman, and my Kryptonite are Watermelon Twizzlers. I can be reasonably self-controlled about almost everything but these things. I have a very special bag that my grandparents sent me that I will be devouring on the plane ride home for happy times indeed.

5) I’m scatterbrained. What, I am. If I don’t write it down, it’s probably not going to happen. Plain and simple. Now, I may have five separate plans for accomplishing the same thing, but at least I wrote everything down so I can get it done.

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My apologies, after a strong start to the year, things hit a bad time. I’ll be back.

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A couple of weeks ago, a picture was published which shows that Senator Kerry was sitting alone in one of the IZ DFACs. It is claimed that he was having “an off the record conversation with two reporters.” Sure, that sounds like a reasonable explanation and we’ll even allow for plausability. Let’s just talk about the DFAC arrangements a little bit though. In the IZ, you have more self-important snobs than probably anywhere outside of the Quai d’Orsay or Washington, DC. One of the things which the organizers of events like Sen Kerry’s jaunt to Iraq have the option of doing is getting a private room in the DFACs unless the primary requests an open forum. My favorite places in DFACs are usually those rooms (when they aren’t reserved) as they are much quieter than the main room in the DFAC. In fact, the main room is probably the last place on Earth that you want to have a conversation that is off the record as at least three tables worth of people can hear you (even if you do think they are stupid). Not to mention that the main rooms are loud with close to 200 people eating and talking. Given the time frame involved, we’re also looking at one of the busiest meals of the day during peak hours and they happen to have an empty table (which seats upwards of eight people) for you.

So, while you’re having a quiet little conversation for three, how was the rest of the trip? I know for a fact that there were three people in our area interested in meeting the individual while the normal turnout for people like him is upwards of a dozen. Bill O’Reilly was the desired meet’n’greet that day…

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When I think about this goal, I know that a) I’ve lost my mind and b) being good out here doesn’t mean I’ll be good at home. By the end of 2007, I want to run a 6 minute mile. My original thinking on this was actually to run the six minute mile and sustain it for four to five miles. Fsck that, it was the hallucination of a delusional mind. I’m going to be happy when I get to six minutes for one mile, maybe a mile and a half (for the physical fitness test).

The target is really going to be getting a six minute mile on an outdoor track. Thanks to asshats, I wasn’t really interested in running outside this rotation and the weather did its best to prove me right. Instead, I ran on the treadmill, and got down from an 8:10ish mile to a 7:06ish mile as of yesterday. Good, but when you’re running on a treadmill you have to keep running otherwise you hit your face on the ground and all the people will laugh at you.

It’s a pretty simple goal. It is going to be a challenge to achieve it though, so I am really looking forward to working on it.

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Otter cheats. I’m serious, she really cheats. She has this freak metabolism which actually causes her to lose weight when she does nothing but lay around the house watching Golden Girls and snacking. Me on the other hand, if I even think about taking a day or two off from working out or, $diety-forbid, have some Mint-Chocolate Chip ice cream for dessert I can watch the love handles grow. Like I said, she cheats.

Over the last three months I have managed to lose and keep off about 12 pounds. This is great except I really need and want to lose about five more to get a good BMI. BMI stands for Body Mass Index, and it’s calculated by your mass divided by your height squared (follow the link for the exact formulas). The Air Force decided to use it as one of their ever shifting metrics to track fitness, and my body’s prefferred wieght is about 13 pounds over what would give me a 24.9 (i.e. “fit”) result. Given I was a little heavy (“Damn, that’s a huge bitch!”) before hand, that means I really need to lose 5 more pounds to be happy and get max points for that portion of the test.

It kind of sucks to be me, because the way the genetics run in my family I should really be about an inch to two inches taller than I actually am. In which case I would not have this issue and it’d be a lot easier to maintain the weight that I want. Instead, I get to eat the crappy tasting healthy stuff and work my ass off. I should be a boxer or jockey I spend so much time trying to make weight.

So, lose five pounds. That part is going to be relatively easy. The hard part is going to be keeping it off for a year…

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The second goal I have set for myself is to write at least one email to a friend or family member every week. Otter will be the first person to tell you that I am absolutely horrible at maintaining any kind of contact with friends or family, mostly because I’ve done it to her. That won’t happen again with her, but I still need to do a better job of staying in touch with people.

In general, the excuse that I use for poor communication is the fact I’ll be moving on soon anyways. I picked up that habit early, moving every three or four years and having to make new friends all over again. These weren’t little moves either, this was across the state/country or out of the country so I couldn’t really call or make regular visits. You get lazy after a while, I mean, you’ll never see those people again will you? I was good to decent when I moved back to the States to go to school, to the point of spending far too much of my limited dollars on the AT&T phone card that I set up. Over the past few years though, I have definitely gotten worse.

This is one of those ironic moments, where something that I’ve been intimately involved with for last decade has not improved me the same way it improved a lot of people. The Internet is one of the greatest inventions ever, permitting people from all corners of the globe to interact on a realtime basis. Meanwhile, I can’t be bothered to respond to emails from family or friends. Not cool, and I know at least one person who isn’t willing to accept “eh, that’s the way I am.”

Why would it be important now, after so many years of being piss-poor at it? This primary reason for me is that my sloppy communication habits put my relationship with Otter at real risk. I cannot and will not allow that to happen again. So, everyone else that I know gets to be a guinea pig for lame attempts at staying in touch. But, at the same time, there was a reason that I hung out with those people when I knew them (I forced to in the family case, but it works out in the end ). They were cool, they were funny, they were interesting, and they were worth my time. That really hasn’t changed, and I need to do a much better job of conveying that.

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