1 year older, almost.

So I am 1 year older from the time of my last post, and nothing has changed. I thought things had, but now I am back where I was a year ago. It is funny how life is like that. I havent written much on any book idea I have had, yet I have had an idea about a TV show. It would be somewhat like cheaters, the reality show that followed the significant others of people who thought they were being cheated on. But this show would be called "Unfit" or something like that. It would follow ex spouses who had custody of children around, set on by the person who wanted to prove that they should be taking care of the children, not the parent who had custodial rights at the time.
They would have private investigators follow and gather information on both of the parents and if both parents agreed they would hold a Judge Judy type courtroom appearance to figure out if the parent who brought up the case had enough to get better if not custodial rights of the children. If the parent the charges were brought against did not want to be seen in court before a TV judge then the show would foot the bill for the case, if there was enough evidence, as long as the parent who contacted the show in the first place, and gave an interview afterwards, hopefully with the children.
Well thats all for now, and why I should be saddened after recent happenings in my life, maybe that will come later, but for now I am sort of relieved. In a sense that I can settle down and have a peaceful life once again. Well as peaceful as it can get for me. Maybe I will get a job on the east coast and be able to accept it. If only I could hear back from ALI. Oh well, thanks for reading.

Soo...

I am getting the feeling like I want to work on my book some more. I just finished reading a couple Brandon Sanderson books and am amazed at how well he writes. It has really put me in the mood to write myself. I want to finish my book and see if it is worthy of being published. Most likely after some very heavy editing, of course. But I am excited to finish it, as an introduction to this world that lives inside my head, and also as a way to write other stories that coincide with this place.
I always wanted to write, to finish my book, but real life tends to get in the way and make it difficult. Now that things are again dying down and my life is looking like it might become stable again I can look at writing with a fresh mind again. The ideas have been there all along, they have just been filed and stored under "Save for later date". So here goes, time to start writing again, look out world you are in store for a wonderful adventure.

Mangling of words

It sometimes amazes me how a phrase, comment or a whole conversation of mine can be taken the wrong way. Am I that unclear as to believe that when I am trying to convey my feelings for a certain subject or person, that it gets taken in a way that I didnt mean at all? I am sure that many times, the mangling of my words isn't meant in a malicious way. But I still dont like it when it is done. When I am trying to be sincere, kind and just trying to explain things people take it as an attack. Maybe it is just because it is things that I care about deeply, since I am usually not one to put things into words. They usually come at a time of great passion, so feelings are heightened and more easily offended.
Well that is enough of that. I am looking into writing a short book, humorous of course since that suits me the most, but with a serious side note to it about dating as a nice guy. I consider myself a nice guy, some people may disagree with that but they will burn in the deep fiery pits of heck. So yeah, I am a nice guy, and dating isnt very fun. Because I have a tendency to care about people and trust that they are decent people as well. I forget that most people have faults, as I do too, and that they sometimes take advantage of my trust and kindness, sometimes unknowingly. But in the end, most of the time it ends up with me alone with only empty compliments. I could be bitter, but as I was thinking about it, I would be better suited turning my life and my dating snafoos into a humorous, book of learning. And who knows, maybe some trustworthy, funny, witty, beautiful woman will read said book, or blogpost (since I probably will never get it published) and decide that she will want to change my opinion on dating as a nice guy.
I say dating as a nice guy because, I have done the whole, be a jerk, get a girl to fall for you, because they do, it is ridiculous I know. But it never felt right that way, because I am not a jerk, no matter what my ex's say. I am a nice guy, and hopefully one day, instead of complimenting me on my niceness as they sail away from me. I will get a nice girl as well who is willing to drop anchor and moor with me. Yes sailing analogies, gets the girls every time.

Yeah its been a while hasnt it.

Searching for work has to be the most depressing thing ever. Knowing that you have skills to do a job but not getting hired because you can not prove that you can do a job is the worst. I thought I might have something when I almost got hired on at Honda. I had never sold cars before in my life, but I knew that I could do it. The guys who were doing the interviews thought so as well because they pushed me along and were going to hire me but then corporate said no and that fell apart. At least I can go to school and get my degree.
I cant help but think that the only reason I dont have a job yet is because Heavenly Father has something wonderful in store for me and if I get some small blessing right now, I wont be ready for the wonderful blessing that will be coming if I will only be patient.
I am blessed with a caring, patient family who is allowing me to get my schooling done and have a roof over my head. But it is so hard to keep myself from daydreaming about a time when I will be able to be on my own again. I cant wait to have a job, and feel like I am contributing to society again, instead of just being a sponge soaking up what other people work so hard for.

Limericks

Every once and a while I sit at my computer at work, and stupid little things come to me. Now instead of doing what everyone else does and just laughs them off and forgets about them. I write them down. I have made up a good amount of limericks working here. Almost 1 per person who works on my shift with me. I will share a few, now just a little FYI, they are limericks, they are silly, and they are normally written when I am bored out of my mind waiting for something to happen. So here we go, enjoy. Comments about the person in the limerick, follow the actual limerick, so there is no confusion.

There once was a girl nicknamed Rassy
She turned out to be quite spazzy
One late night she farted
The whole room departed
And she in turn confessed "I'm gassy"

Now, I will let you know, this coworker has never been gassy, but she normally is quite spazzy.

Air Force Staff Sargeant Jamie O
Not the brightest bulb you know
When a fact was said
She shook her head
And believed that it started to snow

I am proud of this one.

Goins, always looking for a deal
Something technically a steal
Driving home, something stunk
He had run over a skunk
Cooked it up and called it veal

This guy has had long conversations about how he wants to harvest his own methane gas for cooking and heating and whatever else he can think of.

Obi is one who loves to joke
While drinking a 2-liter of coke
His breath smelled bad
A mentos he had
And exploded in a cloud of smoke

This one is self explanatory.

Terry is the head of this shop
Everything goes wrong he yells stop
The curses flow out
As he starts to shout
And veins in his head go pop

Terry, as is said, is my boss, he is an ex marine with a, yes you guessed it, marines vocabulary. And he does get mad quite often, with every little thing that goes wrong here.

Libby wanted a house built of bricks
Then came the man elected of her politics
Took all her stuff
"Tax ma'am tough luck"
Now she lives under a lean-to of sticks

As you guessed it, Libby is a liberal, and a huge one at that, but we still are able to have semi-courteous conversations.

Margie has always loved to read
Getting through books with amazing speed
Reading a book
Sleep overtook
Woke up to find she had pee'd

Yeah, a little crude, but I think its funny. She does read at work, and every once and a while you will find her asleep at her computer.

Once there was a man named nate
Who would make his own fishing bait
Needed more fresh
Chopped up flesh
He planned another blind date

This is one that has nothing to do with the guy at all, just those were the rhymes that came up with Nate. I will admit, I do not think that Nate is a serial killer who turns his victims into bait, but with some people you never know...

Inga she grew up in the wild
Thinking she was quite mild
Ate a zebra raw
Blood dripping down her jaw
And everyone at the Zoo felt defiled

Inga, a good friend of mine, grew up in Kenya. Her mom lived out there pretty much doing what Rachel is doing right now. Supporting local people start businesses and helping them make money.

There once was a contractor named Jess
She liked to bake while wearing a dress
Chocolate she mistook
Took laxatives to work
And made the whole shop a mess

While Jess does like to bake things and bring them to work, the have been nothing but delicious.

I once knew a girl, went by the name Lili
Liked to go out and act all silly
Started to dance
Wearing sweatpants
But still she claims she isn't hillbilly



Well that is all for limericks. Maybe someday I'll come up with more, and for family members and friends we all know.

No one has commented on my writings....

So I will take it as though you are all in awe of my eloquence. Yeah, that sounds about right. I will be posting the next few paragraphs, which is Dan's first time falling asleep after meeting Rylar.
I wanted to take this time to share a story. I havent been able to attend church for the longest time. My work schedule rarely gives me Sundays off. So lately the missionaries have been stopping by, and my home teachers have been really good about coming around to see if I need anything, the first time in about 2 years. My ward just split, I will say that I will be able to at least attend Sacrament meeting when my schedule shifts in July.
But when the missionaries visited we were talking about just random things, and I was mentioning my issues that I am having right now with not being able to see Kennedy and Kyler, and we got to talking about judges among other things. Well the Jr companion pulled out a verse from Alma 10:27
"And now behold, I say unto you, that the foundation of the destruction of this people is beginning to be laid by the unrighteousness of your lawyers and your judges."
It really got me thinking about how judges are getting into things that they are not really for them to decide. Judges are there to judge according to the law, not according to how they feel about a certain topic.
Now, I am not preaching doom and gloom and the end of the world. I also understand the checks and balances of the government, that they are there for a reason. But when a group of 7 people are able to overturn the will of millions of people, something is wrong. Especially when those people arent elected officials, and usually placed there by people who have an agenda. And that is my rant for today. Stay tuned for more book.

Next couple paragraphs

Now to continue the book:
I turned on the television, it was on the evening news at the time, they were reporting on the latest celebrity scandal regarding her treatment of her children. I tuned the news out and sat back soaking in all that had happened. I saw Rylar staring intently at the screen, and reached over and pinched a little of his fur behind his front right leg.
-Ouch, what did you do that for?- He swiped at my hand as I quickly snatched it away.
I'm sorry I just wanted to see if you were real, this all seems a little surreal to me, I have never heard of anything like this happening before. You did say that you were sleeping.
-Well that is no reason to pinch me, how would you like it if I did that to you, and while I am sleeping in my world, I am still really here, wasn't that obvious by the fact that you had to buy me, you're welcome for getting fifty dollars knocked off the price. As well as your cute neighbor being able to see me.-
She is cute to you? I would've thought that you would be more interested in someone more.... well, more your type. At this point, I would like to apologize, I realize that I was catching on slowly to what was really going on, but really how often do you hold conversations with ferrets.
-More my type? Do you reallly think that I am always like this? When I am not asleep I am a just like you.-
I thought about this for a second, then it dawned on me. "So what you are saying is that you are my parallel universe self?" I asked "Is that how this works?"
-No, I only meant that I am human, just like you. We are of no relation other than this companionship.-
What does that mean, the companionship, how come I have never heard of this, why is this happening to me? I have always had a very good imagination; I pride myself on being able to see, vividly the lands of the books that I have read. Going along on the adventures that the heroes and heroines have, share the feelings of loss at the death of a friend, the jubilance at saving the day, defeating the enemy. I never thought that I would ever experience anything like the quests I had read about in these many books. But here you are, telling me that you are from some other Earth, saying that I will go with you, just like you are with me.
-All I know is that you are the one that I have been waiting for. There are stories of people on your side being put in asylums because of their outlandish stories of visiting other worlds while sleeping. So I am quessing that's why no one knows about this or has said anything about it. Don't worry about it though, nothing will happen to you over here, look at me, I have been sitting around waiting for you for 15 years. I am still here, still healthy, so don't worry about what it will be like.-
With that, I leaned back, turned my attention to the news and decided that although it may not be what I had dreamt about, it still was a break in the life that I had been living. I looked at the clock on the wall, saw that it was close to 8 o'clock and decided that I should eat some dinner. Rylar sat on the couch, eyes glued to the TV learning all about this world and what is going on here. I made myself some soup, grabbed a soda from the fridge and sat down and slurped at my meal.
The longer I thought about the chance to see a different world, albeit as a ferret, helped me to get over my initial concerns and fears of there actually being another world. I know that I had thought about going on adventures before, being a hero somewhere, being able to perform magic. I really wanted to see how the people lived on the other side, if they were just like me, if they had any weird animals, or other species like humans. Maybe they had elves, or dwarves, were there evil races like orcs, or goblins.
-Don't want to disappoint you, but its just humans.- Rylar told me as I was in the middle of thinking of an epic battle with me being a humanoid ferret, wielding a two-handed battle axe, chopping off orc heads and limbs with no abandon as elfin archers mow down column and row of goblins. Dwarves running through the enemies breaking kneecaps with their oversized, well oversized for dwarves, maces.
-There are no other species, and you will definitely not be human sized, you will be the normal size of a ferret, although as far as I know, you will be able to talk.-
Well that is still something magical I guess. How does it feel, is being in an animals' body weird? Do you have animal senses? I asked, hoping and praying that I will at least have improved smelling and senses, something to make it more interesting.
-Well, I do feel more curious than ever, its sort of hard to sit here without wanting to run off and explore the dark corners of your apartment, and please close the cupboard that you left open after getting the pan out for you soup, its cracked open, and I know that if I walk over there I could squeeze in, and it is distracting me from watching the viewer.-
We talked a little bit longer, mostly getting to know each other, we both had a lot of similarities. We both like to read, both liked sports although the sports that he told me about were like nothing I had ever heard before. He explained to me about (I dont have a name for this yet, if you have one, let me know), it is a game that sounded a lot like rugby, except it was played with teams either using magically or technologically enhanced bodies on a field 10 times the length of a football field, with a spherical ball six feet in diameter. The goal of the game is to smash your way down the field being able to kick or throw the ball to other players, and throw, or kick the ball through a hoop just 2 inches wider than the ball.
I noticed that it was getting close to 10 pm and I was starting to get tired, and Rylar yawned a tiny ferret yawn and suggested that it was time to go to sleep.
So when I go to sleep tonight, I will wake up in a ferret's body? And on your side? I asked.
-Yes, and we will meet again, in my world.-
So I went to the bathroom, took a shower and brushed my teeth. I didn't want to wake up in a dirty ferret body with bad breath. I walked to my bed, noticed that Rylar had already fallen asleep on my pillow. I moved the pillow to the side, grabbed another pillow closing my eyes as I pulled the blankets over me I saw that the clock read 11:12 and wondered what it would feel like waking up somewhere else.

And that is the end of the prologue. Once again, if you have a suggestion for the name of the sport, I would appreciate it.