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  • You Missed a Good One

    Oh boy, my friends and family were on XangaTV yesterday all day, and we had a blast. If you missed it, you missed a good one. Since I'm now working 12:30pm to 9:00pm five days a week I don't have much time to blog, I'll probably be doing XangaTV every Saturday for a good chunk of the day. I've done it the past few Saturdays and that schedule has worked for me so far, so I've decided to keep it going. I'll do my best to do it every Saturday, but but don't hold me to it. Hopefully we'll see you next time, and hopefully you'll bring your friends.

  • The Best Xanga Feature to Date

    When I first started my Xanga experience on that fatefull night some four years ago, Xanga was nowhere near as feature-loaded as it is now. With each tweak, update and change came a boatload of new and exciting features. While some users criticized Xanga for adding features much like those of other social networking sites such as Myspace and Facebook, others, myself included, embraced the changes and made full use of the many possibilities Xanga offered.
     
    The best Xanga feature, however, has been widely used thanks to a small handful of "Xangalebrities" who have shed some light on it's wonderful possibilities. That feature is XangaTV. It started out virtually unnoticed and it's use has since become an event of epic proportions.
     
    As my reader, you have the opportunity to share in the experience of such an event Saturday, February 21st at 7pm central time. That's 3pm in Hawaii, 9pm in California, 7pm in Texas, and 8pm in New York. As a Xanga user, you owe it to yourself to be here to see the excitement unfold as Adam (westernsoul), Rachel (sillyrae) and I broadcast ourselves live and worldwide here on my Xanga homepage (www.xanga.com/vwagenjetta). Please come and join the fun. You won't regret it.

  • Read this

    An older gentleman had an appointment to see his urologist, who happened to share offices with several other doctors. The waiting room was filled with patients, and there was one receptionist who worked for all of the doctors. As he approached the receptionist's desk, he noticed a large, unfriendly woman who looked much like a Sumo wrestler sitting behind the desk. He gave her his name, and in a very loud voice the woman said, "I SEE THAT YOU'RE HERE TO SEE THE UROLOGIST ABOUT IMPOTENCE." All the patients in the waiting room snapped their heads around to stare at the embarrassed man who recovered quickly by saying in an equally loud voice, "NO, I'VE COME TO INQUIRE ABOUT A SEX CHANGE OPERATION, BUT I DON'T WANT THE SAME DOCTOR THAT DID YOURS."

     

    For an experience equally as elating as reading this story, please consider visiting my XangaTV event beginning Saturday night at 8/7c. Bring your buddies and acquisition your acquaintances, it'll be a gas.

     

    ~Josh

  • XangaTV [date change]

    As many of you may have noticed, there's been a XangaTV module on my page for quite some time. Several of you have chatted with me over the past week. Since I got a decent number of viewers this past time, and since I wasn't expecting anyone, really, and cut them off short, I've decided to launch a XangaTV event (w00t!!!) this coming weekend. Saturday the 21st sometime after 7pm (central time). Sure, I'll be on from time to time until then, but if you're going to invite people, it's good to plan ahead. Recommend this post, pulse about this amazingly awesome upcoming event, and be here Saturday at 7pm to wait around for me. Why "around" 7? Because my job starts at 9am Saturday, and I'm done "when I'm done" so I can't promise any specific time as of yet. I'l let you know of a specific time if I come up with one before then (which I'm sure I will) Peace!
     
    **I changed the date to the 21st (next saturday) because today I'm deathly ill and won't be able to entertain much. Sorry for the inconvinence!

  • A Number of Stories

    The New Job
     
    Lots of people have asked me how the new job is going, and I want you all to know that it's going really REALLY well. I love it. The people I work with are fantastic, the "bosses" (for lack of a better title) are a bunch of really great guys, and to top it all off I'm getting my own desk, computer, and company email address. For those of you who have such things already, and perhaps have for a while, it's ok if you don't understand my excitement, but I've been working manual labor job(s) since I was a wee lad, and to actually be able to sit at my own desk, do my own work, and have a little authority is absolutely fantastic.
     
    The Curse of the Enchiladas
     
    So I'm at work, and I notice that my partner is fluent in both spanish and english. I walked over to him and asked if he was Mexican or if he just knew spanish, and he said he's "half and half" meaning his mom is hispanic and his dad is white. Ahh, the best of both worlds. I then asked him if he had any good Mexican food recipes I could get my hands on (I LOVE Mexican food) and he said he'd bring in some Enchiladas for us to eat. The next day, he brought them, and when we went on break to break them out he realized that he had forgotten to bring silverware. Since he had locked his keys in his car that morning, I volunteered to run to the gas station and grab some plastic forks while he heated up the food in the break room. I went out to my car to find that I had left my lights on, and the battery was completely dead. No clock, no alternater clicking, nothing whatsoever. Yea, I had jumper cables, but the hood opener (for lack of a better word) inside my car was broken off and required a wrench to open. I had no wrench, the cables were in the trunk (which opens only with an electronic latch, which obviously doesn't work when the battery's dead), and my fork run ended before it started. I went back in, and told Daniel the deal, and he said the Enchiladas were cursed. Later that night, I was able to get the hood open and get a jump from a coworker, but Daniel was completely unable to get his door open with the door jimmy he had. I drove him to a gas station in the area that had a tow truck (at one point) and they weren't able to help but they did give him the number for the local towing company. Seeing as he and I both started at the company a couple weeks ago, neither of us knew the address where his car was parked, so we tried looking it up on my iPhone. Well, it turns out that neither of us knew how to spell the company name, either. We spent a good 15 minutes trying to find it on the internet to no avail before we just drove back and got the address off the door. He called the towing company, gave them the address, and they said it'd be 45 minutes before the driver would get there, so we decided to heat up the Enchiladas and eat them while we waited. We headed for the door, and found out our badges wouldn't let us in. The door was locked, and it was cold and windy. We decided to try the jimmy for a while again, and several minutes into it the jimmy got stuck and wouldn't come out. We wailed on it for a good 20 minutes before we finally gave up and rang the door bell hoping somebody would let us in, which somebody did. We ate the enchiladas (which were absolutely fantastic, I might add) and talked for a while. It had been an hour, and the tow truck still hadn't shown up, so we called the company and asked where he was at. As soon as we called, he pulled up. Figures. lol. Anyway, he asked if we had been waiting long, and we told him we'd waited about an hour but it was no big deal, and he got pissed and apologized profusely. He said that the company had just called him 5 minutes ago, and that he'd been sitting at the gas station 3 blocks down the street for the last 45 minutes! Ugh! He was able to get the door open, and that's when I Left 4 Bed (HA!). The end.
     
    I was gonna write more, but I think I'm gonna sleep instead. The rest later...
     

  • I’ve been given an answer!!

    Praise be to God, my prayers have been answered! God has blessed me with the answer I’ve been desperately begging Him to give me for a long time now.

    I love Rachel. I really do. And that’s why this has all been so hard for me to digest all this time. I don’t hate her. She’s pulled her weight around the house since she moved in, and she’s never wronged me personally in any way since I met her. She’s a fantastic person to be around, and over the past two years has become the closest of all the friends I’ve ever had. Her kids are great, and I really feel sorry for them not being able to have a better life, but the truth remains.

    That truth is this: Rachel is nothing more than a really close friend to me. All this time I’ve thought to myself that if this love relationship was intended to end I would have no problem kicking her out with nothing and forgetting I’d met her as if it were nothing more than just a bad memory. But I don’t hate her. She’s a very dear friend, and a wonderful person. All this time I’ve been fooling myself into thinking it was meant to be something more than that

    My last girlfriend wronged me in so many ways that ending the relationship was easy. I hated how she had used me day in and day out for an entire year, and it was more that obvious that continuing a friendship, no less a relationship with her was out of the question, in both God’s eyes and mine. But this relationship is different. God has led me to Rachel, and Rachel to me so that his purpose for our lives may sooner be fulfilled.

    When I met Rachel, I thought I was in touch with God, and that I was leading a life for Him. But I wasn’t, and being with Rachel over these last couple years has taught me a great deal about the consequences of putting all my trust in people (including myself) for personal gain instead of trusting God to provide my needs and use me to further His purposes.

    From now on, things will be different. Better, actually. My suffering at the hands of my family for dating someone I’m not compatible with will stop, both Rachel and I can go out and find a person who will better our lives in every way possible, and at the same time we can be just as close as we are now, but as friends rather than lovers because I think that’s obviously the way it was meant to be.

  • My Job Starts Monday!!!

    This past week I've been subjected to 8 hours of subzero temperatures working in a warehouse-size freezer. The first day was terrible, as I mentioned in my last post. I was highly underdressed, because I had no idea how much time I'd be spending in the freezer, and I didn't know what sort of freezer wear they would be providing me. The second day, I dressed warmer, but not warm enough. The third day, I was totally ready. Heavy winter boots, wool socks, cotton socks, long underwear, double layer Carrhart pants, a turtle neck, a t-shirt, a hooded sweatshirt, a Columbia jacket, a fleece hood, a stocking cap (which happens to say nVidia on the front), leather gloves with wool liners, and a partridge in a pair tree. I even ordered some battery-powered heated gloves from one of those magazines you see in the chair backing on air planes. In short, I was ready to brave my 8 hour shift in the antarctic Hell I now worked in.
     
    Thursday started with a fantastic surprise that was mildly ironic. My boss approached me and said that I would be starting in the position I was hired to fill come monday, and that my hours would be 11am to 9pm for the first week. My job? Not in the freezer, but on a computer, at a desk. HA! My wildest dreams reguarding my new career had come true. I can't stand cold; my body was not designed for it. Now I can go to work and stay warm the whole time. Where's the irony? I just paid upwards of $60 for a pair of heated gloves I don't even need, and that won't come until Monday because I was sleeping and my girlfriend was in the shower when the UPS man came today. So much for 1-2 business day shipping!
     
    Thursday went on and ended horribly. I was verbally harassed all day starting the first hour by one of the guys I was paird with (he's black and he was making racist comments towards me at one point! What the hell is that?!) The harassment pissed me off something awful, but it was when he blamed all the mistakes we made on me by telling my boss that I didn't care about this job because I was being promoted come Monday. All the mistakes were his (because I was only watching most of the time, since it was the first day I was put to work doing something different than before) and said mistakes kept all of us there reworking everything until 1:00 in the morning. He claimed that he's going back to his old job come monday because he can't stand the cold, but if he shows up I'm calling HR and reporting him and his uneducated, ghetto-living, jive talking, sack of shit ass for violation of the company harassment policy.
     
    Anyway, since I was laid off it's been one miracle after another, and getting into this new position is one of those miracles. I cannot wait to start work on Monday!

  • My First Day at Work

    Today was my first day at my new job, and it went ok. I was in the refridgerated dock area for the first few hours, and that was no big deal. Some warm gloves and a sweatshirt were fine. The latter hours were spent in the freezer. My blood came to a screeching halt in my veins, my heart froze mid beat, my hands and feet fell off, and I was blinded by shards of glass when my glasses cracked and shattered. And that was only in the first hour! Needless to say, I need some warmer clothing. Tomorrow I will be better prepared, that's for sure. They put me on the forklift right away, which was awesome. When beginning other forklift driving jobs, I've been forced to complete training and certification before they even show me the forklifts. I've been certified in every single fork-wielding vehicle there is for over four years now, and still I have to sit through videos, read packets, complete testing, etc. For goodness sake, I'm kind of a big deal! These guys happily took my word for it, because I would't have made it four inches on those reach trucks without crashing had I never driven one before. Them things are goofy! lol. But here I am, no worse off due to the cold. I took a really hot shower as soon as I got home and my body returned to it's normal, functioning state. There's nothing worse than spending four hours in a fridge, then four hours in a deep freezer, then driving 25 miles home in a 40 below windchill in a car that takes about 24 miles of driving to warm up. Nothing important here, just thought I'd share the story with you all. Thanks for reading!

  • WOW!!!

    The Minnesota Wild took on the Vancouver Canucks tonight, and to say that this was the most intense hockey game EVER would be a gross understatement. The Wild were ahead two nothing in the first, the Canucks scored to make it two to one in the second, and scored again to tie it up at two in the third. In the second period, the goaltending on both ends was unprecidented! Both goalies were UNLOADED on, and only one goal was scored. The Wild scored again in the third, taking the lead at 3-2, but the Canucks came back near the end with an empty net and a six on four man advantage. In overtime, the Wild were able to draw a penalty, and score in the three on four man power play to WIN THE GAME!!! By far the most intense hockey game I've ever seen; even more intense than last seasons 10 round shoot out against Dallas. I'm fighting for air after that game, and kicking myself for not recording it. Woo.

  • Indescribable Idiocy

     
    Wow. And this lady voted.