Thursday, April 19, 2007

RTFM ?

In my job, I deal with upper management a lot. (A LOT). we have to update them on where things are and how they are doing. So I'm updating a rather senior manager (3 levels above my Boss Elmo) and in the email I include a link so he can look deeper into the issue if he wants to.

I show this to a coworker for proofreading, and he looks at me and busts out laughing. needless to say I was confused. he kept saying you just told him RTFM! RTFM??? what is that you ask, I didn't know either so I did ask. Read The F(expletive)ing Manual. basically that's what you tell people when the answer is in front of them but they just don't get it. Live and learn.

ever had an acronym you just can't figure out? let me know and I'll post the answers.

that's right, Ann Landers here I come!!!!!!

EL GOLDO? what does that mean?

ok, I've gotten this question a few times so I thought I'd address it now.

this is (obviously) a nickname. I am a large person (aka heavy, big-boned, hefty, husky, large framed, and/or fat) for those of you who didn't take spanish in high school, Gordo means Fat.

so here is the story, where I work we have a couple of spanish speakers (as in english is not their primary language) and I called myself El Gordo a few times as a joke (we were all making up spanish names for ourselves) one of them told me that El Goldo, was an affectionate version of that (perhaps what you'd call an overwight brother, or uncle I guess). The name stuck, and EL GOLDO was born. Some may wonder if it bothers me to be called fat all day. I can honestly say that it doesn't. I embrace what I am. I believe that you are what you are, and I call a spade a spade. soooooo I have no problem with the name el goldo. In fact I plan on keeping the nickname even when I lose the weight.

too many people get too hung up on denying a truth. It's like Margaret Thatcher once said, " Being in power is like being a lady, if you keep having to tell people you are, you aren't"

I think that applys to many things in life, this just being one of them.

pictures







hello to all and sundry readers of the life of el goldo.






I was out taking pictures today, and I was stunned to realize that "hey, these aren't compleley awful!"



so I thought I'd share them.



enjoy.



Friday, April 13, 2007

Don Imus and My dancing with the Stars moment.

ok, everyone else and their dog has weighed in on the Don Imus thing, so I will too.

Can anbody see how stupid this is?????

look I understand, he said some stupid stuff. let's all remember that he is a PROFESSIONAL SHOCK JOCK. that's what he gets (scratch that: GOT) paid to do. he got paid, and very well btw, to piss off people. The fact is only proven by the fact that CBS waited 8 days to see how the public would react before doing anything about it.

CBS Headman said he was Revolted by Imus' comments. So revolted in fact that he had to wait 8 days before firing Imus. Perhaps he had to work up his revolsion. I tell mny daughter if there's no tears in a couple of minutes of crying that she's trying too hard, and this dude worked his up for 8 days.
Now, I'm not sure about the rest of you, but if I don't get revolted immediatly, I'm not going to be revolted by it 8 days later. Perhaps what he was revolted by was a couple of advertisers pulling out of the show.

Let me add that to my knowledge I've never heard Don Imus' show. Not even once that I know about. I dont' know if this was his usual content or not. I do know his reputation though and I would think that this was not the worst thing he's ever said.

also let me weigh in on Al sharpton and Jesse Jackson (who is he ordained by anyway? who woul dhave him a a Rev?) I am not a racist man, nor have I ever been. But I truly believe that they are some of the worst" leaders" a group of people could ask for. Let's go through a quick look at how they operate:
1. a story breaks on something (sometimes only mildly related to race)
2. after a week or so to make sure this isn't a flash in the pan story, they show up with masses in tow to call press confrences about their "outrage" and "sympathies for the victims/families/etc."
3. they make appearances on the talking head programs (CNN, MSNBC< etc)
4. in a few days they move on to the next story.

what part of that changes anything? it was allready a story, what do they add to anything?

Jason whitaker (Ithink) said in an interview with Collan Cowherd (ESPNRadio) that he's still waiting for Jesse Jacksons apology to the Duke Lacrosse players who were erroneously accused of raping an african-american escort. I believe the quote from jason was, "I think I'll be waiting a long, long time for that one." But then again, he also called them ambulance chasers, so what does he know. What happened to good leadership? On any level.

ok I'm off my soap box now. on to other things.

I read an article the other day about increasing the spice of your love life by dancing seductively for your significant other. I thought "hey what could it hurt". I have stupid thoughts sometimes.
So there I was trying to impress my wife the other day by dancing for her. I put on some soft sultry music, and started to twirl ever so gracefully across the room towards her. She looked at me in amazement for I hadn't moved like that in years. After leaving her breathless with my willowy twists and intricate hand movements, I progressed towards the climax of my routine. I ripped off my shirt and started to swing it around my head (in some sort of ride'm cowboy manuver) and went for the final, and most recognizable move in all of male dancing. The Crotch cleaner. (I call it that because I can't think of anyother time you would use that move outside a shower towelling off your junk)

This is when things when horribly, horribly wrong.

As I started to whip my shirt between my legs I turned and was concentrating on catching the shirt on the other side to begin the forward and back thrusting that makes this move so beautiful. Unfortunaltey for me I was concentrating so hard on catching the other side of the shirt that I forgot to stop the front arm....... I realised this just as it went crashing into my crotch.
My wife's eyes got large, and then as the tears started to flow from my eyes, I heard the most loving, sweetest, sound a man could ever hear in that situation..... gales of uncontrollable laughter coming from my wife. oh yes, I, at this point, am curled up in the fetal position thrying to stop the pain and she has rolled off the couch in her laughter.

Not my most shining of moments.

Tuesday, April 10, 2007

First post!

wow this is exciting isn't it. just me and you and the rest of the cyberworld traveling through the insanity of life.....

...Did I say insanity? of course I did, silly me, it's right there in black and white..

Ok, insanity covers it pretty well. Life can be so topsy turvy and ever changing that you can't really plan for what will happen next, all you can do is roll with it. one day life is great, the next, your out on the lawn with a paper bag fuill of your worldy possesions wondering what happend.

not that this has happened to me... at least not yet, but you never know what tomorrow may bring.