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Ski's Thoughts
Thursday, 22 December 2005
Now Playing: Air America- Yes Really
Just got done completing the MBA application for UWEC. I did it online, which is way easier than doing it on paper in my opinion.

The whole experience reminds me of something from my past. Allow me to share. When I was in High School, I thought I would go to college right after graduation. Isn't that what you are suppose to do? However, my family was poor, so there was no way I really could have afforded it. Even a public college. Plus, I graduated with a 1.7, but lets not dwell on the negatives, but I mention it because it is relevant to the story. ( I fancy myself as someone who is somewhat intelligent, but is better described as wise, very lucky, and very driven when I want to be).

Here is the point of the story. So, they announce that the SAT testing was coming up and you were suppose to go to your guidance counselor to sign up. A old friend of mine, who for this story we will refer to as "The one who is immune to alcohol" actually was called in by the guidance counselor who insisted he take the test. The thing is, she was my counselor as well. I never got called in. I actually went to her and had to convience her that I should take the test. During our conversation, the term "you are not college material" was tossed out (ouch). Given my GPA and the fact I was failing many of my classes at the time, in retrospect I guess she might have had a point, but far be it for me to let facts get in the way of what I want.

The application to take the test was rather long. To get in the mood, I went to the library at UWEC (Yes the same one I am now apply to get in their MBA program) to complete this big application. Long story short, I found the form to long and instead chucked it in the garbage and went to get a hamburger at burger king.

Next week, I was in study hall and Brad Connell asked me if I was taking the military test. I said I was unsure. He pointed out that I could get out of 3 hours of class and I could get free shorts and socks from the recruiter. Can't beat a deal like that.

Long story short, I joined the Army (yet never got the free shorts or socks). Now I have two associates degrees and have a BA from St. Norbert College (AKA: The Harvard of the Midwest) with honors thank you very much. Plus, I know for a fact I make more money than the bitch who told me I was not "College Material".

I'll let you know if UWEC accepted me into the MBA program.

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Tuesday, 20 December 2005
Why do men have nipples?

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Thursday, 1 December 2005
The Crime
Mood:  d'oh
Wanted to rant a little about this for awhile. The 2005 National League Cy Young Winner was Chris Carpenter from St. Louis. Long story short, this is total crap. Florida's Dontrelle Willis should have won. Total crap. I would pay to see Willis pitch, even if they were not playing the Brewers. A big fuck you to everyone who did not vote for Willis. There, feels good to get that out of my system.

Posted by questfordave at 8:53 PM CST
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The Slaughter
Mood:  hungry
Now Playing: In my Head: Sir Mix Alot -baby got back
Greetings one and all,

As usual, have been very busy. Deer hunting went well. This was the year of the long shot. The Widow Maker (My Savage 30-6) harvested a deer at the Nation opening day. It was early in the morning and was a 150 yard shot. Sunday I went to my secret location that I call the shooting galley and took another deer at about the same range. This friday, I am going out with the muzzleloader to see if I can get anything with that.

Went to Ohio for Thanksgiving with the in laws. A good time was had by all.

Other than that, have been busy at work. Got loads of idea for the web page. Went through some of the previous entry. Noticed they came across as a little dark. I promise funny things for awhile.

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Wednesday, 16 November 2005
Reading Rick's Website
Mood:  irritated
Had a splash of time on my hands yesterday so wondered through Rick Ellis's website (happen to find this while searching for Dave).

Just a few thoughts about what I came across:

1. I found the site enjoyable.

2. He really, really does not like Republicans

3. He and I pretty much have different views about alotta things.(though I submit we both are Packer Fans and love our families)

I disagree with pretty much everything he rants about, but found it healthy to read about his views. Did not really know him in high school (He was more Dave's friends than mine, but we did go to a concert in the Twin Cities)

You encourage you to check out Rick's site. You can find it on the links page under "The Mind of Rick". Enjoy.

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The Homeless
Mood:  lucky
Now Playing: In my Head: Inxs - The Devil Inside
Here is something I know. There are approximately 3 million homeless people in the United States. Depending on who you talk to, approximately 1/2 to 1/3 of these folks are military veterans.

Last night, I was one of them. They raised the daily rate at the billets on base so I looked to something elsewhere. I did find a sleeping room for $40 dollars a week so I thought I would give that a go. It was in a crappy house, and it was a very small room. I would guess at any time, someone is smoking meth (do you smoke meth). For the sake of my family, I thought I could do it. I have slept in fields, rain, bombed out buildings, foxholes, tree, barns, floors of bathrooms at Bars, etc. However, last night, I could not sleep in that craphole. For many reasons. Did you know poverty has a smell? I discovered is last night and now my sleeping back reaks of it. Hard to describe. Anyway, so I tried to sleep there for a hour, but could not take it. Grabbed my stuff, jumped in the Jetta, and back to the base. Popped the back seat down and went to sleep. Not sure where I am going to sleep tonight, but as with much of my life, will figure it out when I get there.

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Monday, 14 November 2005
A Brand New World
Got up at 0300hrs this morning and drove to work. The coffee is not kicking in yet and the folks around me are not the brightest.

On the upside, Packer's won this weekend and deer hunting is a week away. Got tickets to the Packer/Viking game next monday. Just found out I could join the Sparta Rod and Gun club for $10.00 and do all the shooting I want.

Was thinking about redoing the website. Perhaps later.

Have much on my mind, but really to tired to share. Do yourself a favor. Go take a long nap and check back at this site on wednesday. I promise I will have a crap load of things to look at then. Until then, take care of yourself, whoever you may be.

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Wednesday, 9 November 2005
Deer hunting
Mood:  amorous
Now Playing: In my Head: Ashley Simpson-Boyfriend
Went to the public library today during lunch. While there I decieded that I was going to join the "Friends of the Tomah Library" society. I asked the librarian what being a friend of the library consisted of. I did not want to make a committment that I could not actually do. That is hardly the mark of a good friend. Basically, I could join their adult book club (which I thought might mean porn based on the description, but was not the case.) I also could attend a Christmas Tea, which souned nice. All this for the low price of $5.00. If I donated $25 dollars, I could be a lifetime member. I am weighing my options and have not made a committment yet.

Went Deer Hunting in the afternoon. Didn't see any deer, but had a nice walk through the woods and tried out a stand that I bought a little while ago.

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Saturday, 5 November 2005
Time Out
Mood:  hungry
It has been seven days since I have seen my son Charles and tomorrow I am going back to Green Bay to see him. I work near LaCrosse during the week and return on weekends. I have only been doing this for about two monthes now.

Charles has become my smile. I am not generally a smily sort of guy. My Grandmother always teased me about not smiling. Always with a serious look on my face. After Charles was born, I just think about him and a unforced smile appears on my face. Though he has only been with me for a little over 9 months, my world has altered course and now revolves around him.

Charles has also been my salvation in a way. See, back in the 80's, I used to wrestle in high school. I had to cut weight many times, and this always hella suxed because it was hard to concentrait during school when you were starving. As fate would have it, I went into the boys room right before Social Studies class and saw a guy, one of those skate boarder types, I think his name was Ben if I remember right, putting a pinch of tobacco in. I had heard that chew supressed hunger so I asked him for a pinch. I had never did this before so I did not know what I had gotten into. Anyway, went to social studies class and started to get sick. I could not spit the juice out because then the teacher would know I was dippin. Thus, this is how I learned to like swallowing dip. Ever since then I was hooked. Chewed in the Army and College to stay away. This has been 17 years now and I have started to notice that 17 years is a long time to be doing something wrong for ya. Sort of like climbing a tree. If you do it long enough, your bound to fall out of one and get hurt. Anyway so Charles comes into my world and I decieded that I needed to stop chewing so I can spend as much of my life with him as possible. So now I chew about 50 pieces of gum a day, but it could be worse.

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Thursday, 3 November 2005
Mood:  irritated
When someone tells me that they are a funny guy, has a sense of humor, or can take a joke, you can bet that they probably aren’t/can’t/don’t.

When I hear a Republican talk, I feel the need to plant a bunch of trees, be kind to strangers more often, and hug or shake the hand of every teacher, librarian, postal worker (dude fixed the knob on my mailbox without even being asked), and especially the person who wakes up in the dead of night or works on weekends/holidays and plows the snow off the roads. You’re kidding yourself if you think the world would be a better place without public servants.

When I hear a Democrat talk, I want to hide my guns, spend some extra time in church, hug/shake the hand of a veteran, search the internet for off shore accounts (tax liberation day keeps getting later and later), and take a good long nap.

When I watch FoxNews, I can’t help but notice that there is nothing but white people on it. Really, tune in sometime and see if you can find the non-white person. (and I am a white guy, so I know what one looks like when I see one). Fair and balanced my ass!!!

When someone tells you to “trust me”, or “everything is taken care of”, or “this will only take a minute”, or “I’ve done this a million times”, chances are they are lying. My advise, turn around and run really, really fast cuz something really, really bad is about to happen.

When someone is walking toward me and says something along the lines of “How’s it going”, I like to respond with “The chicken was great”. Ya see, most of the folks who ask this question really don’t mean it. They just feel the need to say something. Anyway, usually after my response, the person stops and looks at me. I, however, keep walking. F*cker didn’t care how I was doing in the first place.

When someone says “I have nothing against (fill in the group), why some of my best friends are (repeat group previously mentioned).” I would bet they really don’t know someone in that group, let along are friends. And if they were, I would bet that person would not agree with the statement that would follow this opening comment.

When I see an obese person in a grocery store in one of those motorized shopping carts, I just sigh. It’s like giving a suicidal person a gun if you think about it.

When I hear someone say, “We’re helping them build a democracy”, I think to myself ,”does that mean they will let their slaves be free after 100 years?” and “will they give their women the right to vote after 150 years?”. Me, I like my democracy served up hot and fresh, just like Ma used to make it.

When I hear someone say they support the troops, I wonder if just means they purchased one of those nifty magnetic ribbons and applied it to the back of their car. (Patriotism for only $1.99. What a deal) I don’t think the profits from the sale of any of those ribbons are supporting any troops (ex: Go to a VA hospital, scholarships to the children of soldiers who have died) but I could be wrong. I think profiting off of the feelings about our soldiers is a bad thing. Shoot, but then again some fat bastard from Michigan did the same thing with his little movie that did pretty well at the box office.....And the world keeps spinning.

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