Ramblings, Stories, and Deep Thoughts from Ya Homie Aaron

A return?

2009-03-30T19:09:00.005-05:00

Hey everybody. What is new? Well beside the year, month and president. Ok, so a lot has changed. So what has good ol Dangeresque been up to? Well. to sum it up . . . a lot! I went to Florida for a three week vacation/work trip for one. And I loved every second of it. Especially the part where it was 80 there and -80 here. Regardless, as much as I loved it I don't think I could move there. too many angry drivers. And oddly enough, I experienced quite a few big chills down there. I've always thought Minnesota cuties were cold. But Florida girls have them beat. I'd betchya they were colder than the weather here. Ooofda yeah, eh? Again, I digress because Florida isn'tjust about the hunnies. It's about the weather and ocean (which was surprisingly saltier than previously thought). I am gainfully employed through Range Center for those who don't know. The company was kind enough to let me go on the vacation Paid. It was awesome. But anyway, I have fairly busy with work and with life. I've noticed people haven't been commenting/blogging/living except the Col. But anyway, I don't want to leave everyone here reading forever so I shall end with a picture taken in Florida saying what it was all about. The girls. The sun.

The delicious, non-healthy food.

The ocean. The sun. The weather!

Death to Interviews

2008-11-11T23:08:00.002-06:00

Why do job interviews have to be so stressing? Or better yet, why do they ask questions that make you think? I am not a good thinker. I hope God makes me more eloquent in my future job interviews. No mumbling or bumbling. I wish I could just use my blog as the standard for my proficiency in English. Granted, I am no Aaron Reini, but I am also no typical hill-billy. I just suck under pressure. Well, I rambled on. Can y'all pray for me to get the big job I'm in the hiring process for? I need it. Thanks!!!

Boiling!

2008-10-19T20:56:00.003-05:00

My blog is boiling now. It's finally reached 212. That's about the only hot thing in my life. And it's not even a heat source. I was going to post a video clip from my phone as this post, but I figured I'd allow the illusion of me being Nixon continue. Plus, it's hard to look presentable on a video phone. It adds 10 lbs . . . I don't need anymore weight. Well, anyway, I am still unemployed. I need a job. By any chance does anyone have one for me? If you do,please, give me a call. I recently found some tunes from my L.A. Symphony boys. I love them. They are one of a few joys I have in life. The others being: my ninja skills, secretly saving the world as a 3rd Echelon agent, and breathing. I am getting tired of the Diabetes nowadays though. I won't lie. The games it plays with my mind are frustrating. I sincerely wish it would leave my body. It makes me feel like I don't fit in anywhere or with most people my age. Plus, I have a feeling that it could potentially affect my hire-able status if an employer found out. Please, I am going to ask you, my readers, this in all seriousness: pray for me. Pray for a healing in my body or mind or anything. I think i need a dose of God like I've never received before. That's about it. Have a good day. Thanks for putting up with my belly-aching.

Today

2008-08-11T14:41:00.002-05:00

Hey peeps. How's life. I hope it's going better than life if you're a Packer fan. Oh yeah, that was from March until last week. Forget I mentioned it. So, I figured I'd fill y'all in on what's shakin' in my life. The new glucose-ometer is working fine. My fingers are very, very, very happy right now. i can actually see my fingerprints on the tip now; not callouses. Anyway, I also am trying out a new deodorant. Honestly, it's nice. It smells lovely. Wait, that's not a masculine word. It smells like alright, you know for having a scent. Personally, I'd prefer something closer to a forest, but you know . . . (That should work as a cover). Anyway, as you can tell, there is not a whole lot happening in this man's life. Although, I can say that a certain someone who writes under a certain pen-name is turning 25 later this week. Like Thursday. (coughmecough). Man, I think I must have caught something suddenly. (coughit'smecough) So, that's life in a nutshell. Have a great week. (coughdon'tforgettowishmeHappyBirthdaycoughcough). Oh my! It's getting worse.

My Life Story Pt. III

2008-06-28T15:07:00.004-05:00

Well , friends, it's time for another installment of My Life Story. We have been busy of late. Powerful busy. Doing what? Well, stop interrupting and I'll show you and explain along the way. The room is nearly complete. So I figured it was time for an update. I mean, come on, I don't think stages and new couches (possibly) would make all that much of an impression. This picture is of the Northeast wall.
The western watch. I just like this picture for the window sill. It makes it look all sunny and bright out. Nothing new here.
This is the Northwest wall. You can see some windows. And the beams. I can read your minds . . . I thought they tore down the walls to create more space down there. Why are the couches put in a circle on that half of the room? Simple, we never publicly said that was why we tore down the walls. We just like frivolous work. Doesn't it look mighty inviting?
This is the southeast wall. See the bathroom, and the stairs, and some couches, and some chairs, and the basement in all their splendor. Aren't they splendor-y?

New Window. Just have to show it off because this is our new selling point on the room. Yeah, we redecorated and stuff . . . but we got a new window!!
This will replace the checkered floor in the dining room/kitchen. We decided to replace it because too many old guys and Chinese people were coming in to play checkers. It just got too frustrating. You ever tried moving heavy boxes around an old guy and Chinese kid yelling at each other over a game of Checkers? Well me neither, and I don't want to have to.
This little number is our new toy. That's right . . . a toy. Because we get to play with it like it is a toy.

Well, I think that's it for now. Stay tuned for possibly more.

Hardware!

2008-06-20T10:41:00.003-05:00

New Hardware Baby!! The old one still works but this one is green. And much cooler. Weeeeeeeee!!!

2008-05-22T14:40:00.002-05:00

YIIIIIPPEEEEEEEEEEEE!!!!!!! 280/300 on my final paper. That's an A. i am so very happy! By the way, did I mention I am graduating today?

Deception/reception

2008-05-16T15:15:00.003-05:00

What's up party people? I'm joking . . . you're not all party people. I'm not even a party person. I have to sleep. And personally, no sleep does not make for a perky person. Ok, it does on occasion. Regardless, how are you all doing this lovely summer-esque day? Doing well? That brings joy to my heart. i just thought I'd update on life and life activities (ex. water, music, and the pursuit of happiness).
Let's start with life. It's going very well. I mean, there are certain areas that could be better but I am happy with life. I had a meeting with my diabetic coordinator-lady on Tuesday of this week, and she saw fit to take an A1C. This is a test used to determine how much of each red blood cell is covered in sugar. I think I've said before that last year it was 10.3 or something (3x the normal average of you normies) and in December it was half that at 5.4. Well, on Tuesday it was down to 4.8. Not a drastic difference, however, the nice lady told me that it was the lowest she's ever seen from a diabetic. So, I am happy with that. She also decreased my daily Lantus intake to 30 units a day. Which is little more than half of what I started out on (50). So I will call myself a work in God's hands.
Moving on to activities, I still drink water. I do incorporate milk every so often. I am still listening to all sorts of good music. You all do know my definition of good, right? Heavy Electric guitar, beats, bass, some classical and the most important quality: The opposite of what most Christians call music. Gotta support my peeps making music. The pursuit of happiness is still going on otherwise it wouldn't be a pursuit. But, to let everyone know, softball season has started anew. Hopefully, this year I will get to play some. I probably won't but I hope to.
That's life and junk in a nutshell. If anyone wants to come, college graduation is next Thursday at 4-ish in the high school auditorium. I want all my peeps there to make a ruckus when I walk across that stage. So, please, come support ya homes . . . That's me . . . Ya homes, Aaron.

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2008-05-06T22:50:00.001-05:00

I'M DONE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! The only thing left to do is a final and graduate. Praise the Lord!!

Research

2008-04-29T13:14:00.002-05:00

I hate doing research. Like seriously, HATE IT! But the good thing is that by doing it I draw ever closer to getting across that stage and recieving a piece of paper from some lowly establishment that has both frustrated me on all levels and inspired me to despise Democrats all the more. Here's to a final paper that will earn me an "A". Please my friends, keep me in prayer over this next 2 weeks while I begin the process of writing it all . . . and every other reason under the sun. I need guidance from God on how to write this whole thing. The topic: I can't really explain because I am still formulating it in my mind. But it will be good (or so I hope). Mr. A. is gone.

Life anew

2008-04-21T14:22:00.002-05:00

I have one large paper down for my class. Now I have on left until I get to walk across the stage! Bring on the research, I am somewhat ready.
Also, prom alt was last weekend. It was a blast. A good time was had by all. Especially the old, ancient, decrepit leaders. Nothing says young like staying up all night. Maybe, if someone who has pictures will give me 1, I can post it. I wore pants even. So, ya know it was important . . .
Anyway . . . Have a wonderful Spring day.

203

2008-04-07T21:18:00.002-05:00

The counter on my dashboard tells me this is blog 203rd post I've done. I'm sad to admit this but only until recently have I started posting more scriptural/personal/spiritual blogs. I realized that even more recently I have been whining and complaining with negative outlooks. Not this post. This one is intended for something different.
Some day we all have to take a stand and profess our faith. The message of Jesus needs to get out there. I am going to move boldly and make one here. Jesus Christ saved me from many things in life:a life-long addiction sin, myself, women, death, my own desires, and an inevitable death the way I was living 9-10 months ago. He loved me enough to pull me from the muck and mire. He brushed me off, gave me clean white clothes, and sent me on my way. When I fell again, he was right there to do it again. He's always right there running to us to help us up from the mud. Jesus doesn't want any thing in the world from us. It's all His one day. He just wants us to give Him something He exchanged us . . . our lives. I gave Him mine 8 years ago, honestly, I never really gave it to Him until recently. I can testify to His mercies. He came to pull us from the "goo" that is sin.
This is not typical blogger material but it's a message that needs to be heard. One day either when Christ comes back or on that glorious happy day when I go to meet Him, I want to hear my God say "Well done, my good and faithful servant." So, I encourage my fellow believers today/tonight/this morning whenever you find yourself reading these words on your screen. Show someone the Christ that lives in you not the One the world portrays. Demonstrate to people His love . . . and prove to people that the condemnation the world believes He brings is a myth. Expound upon the ways He teaches, elaborate on His principles, and most assuredly encompass all He taught us. Love.
And if you find yourself reading this and not knowing who this Jesus I speak of. Invite Him into your heart. You won't regret it. I know I have never once regretted asking Him into mine.

Water in the ear

2008-03-31T21:19:00.002-05:00

Don't you hate it when you get that bit of water in your ear like after swimming? Personally, I do. I am willing to do anything to get that out of my darn ear. I am willing to smash my head with the heel of my hand to get it out. To relate this into something else, why is it that I am not as willing to do this when it comes to getting the water out of my spiritual ears? I can't head God as clearly. I become perturbed on a daily basis with people and myself because that water is still in my ears. Sometimes, I wish I could just clean my ears out to let the water drain. God, may you open my ears to hear you.

I See Proof, Where's the Pudding?

2008-03-18T22:42:00.002-05:00

Salutations! I thought it was time for a new post. And this one kind of deals with a current battle of mine.
Often times in life and daily activities, I find myself feeling the need to validate myself to others. I feel I should watch what I say, how I say it, what I do, etc. Not for any particular reason other than to prove myself to them . . . to gain their approval . . . to feel accepted by them and understood. It's terrible to think about because you get to thinking and the devil comes and whispers in your ear. "Yeah, but . . ." But here's where a bigger struggle comes in: I often feel the need to gain God's approval on my life. It sounds like a good thing but I tend to wrestle more with a need to validate His love for me. I simply cannot comprehend it! I need to think of reasons of: Why DOES He love me so much? I am not good enough for His love and grace. Why me? The answer can be found in Scripture. I give you proof. Isaiah 55: 8-9

"For my thoughts are not your thoughts neither are your ways my ways," declares the LORD. "As the heavens are higher than the earth, so are my ways higher than your ways and my thoughts than your thoughts"

That's all the proof I need. Now, I just need to work on why I try and gain man's approval in life. I mean, ALL men are fallible. I just need to remember that being me is being the man God wants me to be. I've been the boy the world wanted me to be; and that brought me to the places God wasn't. And, I never want to go back.

Sitting at the feet

2008-03-12T22:47:00.003-05:00

Hey peeps, what's up? There is not a whole lot going on in this young man's life. I did return from Men's Advance last weekend and it was an amazing time in God's presence. I think I have a new passion for my college campus . . . Also, I recently resigned from the sound team. I believe the early AM prayer team at the church is my new calling. So, let's hope that this is God's plan for me on both parts. And remember one thing: It's always better to take the time out in the day and sit at the feet of Jesus than to worry about the business of the day. Have a blessed afternoon/evening.

It's Your Turn

2008-03-04T21:08:00.004-06:00

Hey my friends. I just wanted to do something new and innovative but I cannot come up with anything. So I will post about what I see outside my window. I see a darkened Earth with an orange-hued street light. I also see the outline of a flat-roofed garage with a fair amount of snow covering the surface. Lastly, I see the reflection of a small light in the window. I just realized my window is boring. What's out your windows? Anything of interest? Well, don't keep it to yourselves . . . Sharing IS caring.

My Life Story Pt. II

2008-02-25T22:28:00.013-06:00

Hey! Does anyone know what time it is? That's right. STORY TIME!!! Well, at least chapter two. So, I am going to do what I did last time . . . illustrations to keep the my job to a minimal. And we'll start with a picture of the cleaned room and the new seating. We also moved the stage so we can enjoy the carpet. Get our toes in there and relax. Here's another view of it the other side of the room. notice the new mess we made. We 'd actually be done with the majority of the work. But as you can see, from these pictures we're waiting on the electrical crew. Silly, silly electrical. Always making the diligent wait. Yes, that is one of the local ne'er-do-wells who's working with us as part of his community service.

So, what have we done since we cleaned it all up? Well, we put in a new sink. And even polished the toilet and pipes running upstairs. We needed something to do while waiting for those darn electricians.
One question I get from avid readers and friends is why not pictures of you really working? Well, I have a pair of pictures for you all. I was working hard. Really hard.
I didn't say I was working hard at doing anything useful. I was just working on my bank shot. So, what do I have for a cool picture for you all this week? It's a picture of some strange phenomena I found in the bathroom. Can anyone explain it?
It's very strange. Well, keep tuned for more stories of the new house. I'll try and keep them coming.

Insoul

2008-02-24T22:38:00.002-06:00

Evening friends. I trust that I find you in good spirits this day/night. I'm posting because I had a quick thought about my life. So please read on:

Ever felt like empty? Or like you're walking in Christ but it just doesn't feel right? Well, I have a little anecdote about this. I have custom orthodic pads that go in my shoe that fully support, cradle, and comfort my foot because it's specifically designed for my foot. However, some days I decide not to wear them or transfer shoes with them. And let me tell you, I can feel it fully; it hurts to walk and even stand on my feet. In the same way, the Holy Spirit supports, cradles, and comforts us in our walk with God. Can we tell when we don't have the Holy Spirit in our daily steps? Can we feel the pain of walking alone without that comfort? Can we stand by ourselves without feeling the pain of that loss? That should be the question we ask ourselves. I pray that we never lose our support for walking with God because I cannot imagine running this race without the right kind of insole for my shoe. (This is going to be cheesy but deal with it) I don't want Dr. Scholl's for the race ahead: I want Dr. Souls because he's got what I need for a better chancce at finishing.

Life, ain't it grand?

2008-02-19T07:35:00.002-06:00

I had a whole other post about how life is grand. But the Lord laid it upon my heart to remove the post. I am but a servant. Regardless, life is good. I am thankful for the mercy of God, I still have my health, school is going well, and (with minor self-induced setbacks) my journey to become Aaron, leaving the name and actions of "Kranny" behind me is going aces. I hope the weather is treating you all warmly this chilly winter morning. I do have to tell Faye thanks for the words of encouragement you left for me on the other post. Sistah, you rock! I am reminded of a promise God made to His people; it's most reassuring:

"Tell them that this is what the LORD, the God of Israel, says: 'Cursed is the man who does not obey the terms of this covenant- the terms I commanded your forefathers when I brought them out of Egypt, out of the iron-smelting furnace.' I said, 'Obey me and do everything I command you, and you will be my people, and I will be your God. Then I will fulfill the oath I swore to your forefathers, to give them a land flowing with milk and honey'-the land you possess today."
I answered, "Amen, LORD."' (Jeremiah 11: 3-5)

My Life Story

2008-02-11T22:58:00.006-06:00

There once was a small group of college-aged individuals who wanted to see a change in their world, not in that political, social, or even mental aspect. No, these people focused more the aesthetics in life. This is the story of these individuals and the story of their desire for change. We'll start with some illustrations so I don't have to write so much.The house they chose was trashed by some local ne'er-do-wells. So the good hearted vain children started with trying to clean. They didn't get very far.After several hours of work, they came to a skeletal-like structure and all were perplexed."How do we get around this?" wondered the engineers. But the elder engineer knew how.

He exclaimed, "I'll just stick this black thing up there and cut away the wood!" So, that's what they did. Don't believe me? Fine, I'm just the author. What would I know?

After that task was accomplished, something needed to be done with the wood but what? The younger engineer, a recent convert to Hinduism, suggested making a new-age bed of nails. Unfortunately, he was not very good with building things.After the new bed-o-nails was "firmly" installed, a new decor had to be chosen. But what to go with? Naturally, the best choice was antique. The two engineers thought long about this. So, they tested a couple themes.1970's chic was the best choice. What happened next? Well, sorry to say that this is a lengthy story. As for this chapter, I will add two more things of note: 1. Some new insulation was donated to a nice local family and their dog: Lily Anne. They were thankful for the new found warmth and roofing for their dog house.

Last, there was a very handsome writer there who happened to be busting his butt working with the two lazy engineers. And here's a picture of that.

Ok, that's not the right picture. I . . . uh . . . guess that's it for this chapter of "My Life Story". Stay tuned to this online source for more stories and illustrations. Hopefully, the "right" photos will be posted.

Whom shall I fear?

2008-02-07T13:00:00.000-06:00

I am intending this to be brief. I've heard a few Christians say that Barack Obama is scary to them. I can understand why he would be. But then I thought about this: why should we fear a man? "Greater is He who is in me than he who is in the world." And then this thought occurred to me: bring on the scary leader. it leads us one step closer to Life; true life. If it leads to Armageddon; cool! I intend on not being here. I'd rather let God's agenda reign than mine.

Pure Life

2008-02-02T21:39:00.000-06:00

I recently started drinking more water. Why? I'm trying to cut calories from Diet soda. Ok. There are zero calories in diet soda. The truth is that I wanted to try and lose some more weight. And one way I've heard is that drinking water instead of soda can aid because there's less sodium going into your "system." But that's not why I'm posting. I am posting anew because I noticed tonight that the bottle is labeled Pure Life. I am sure that bottled water is does not lead to a pure life. But, this is hard to follow so here we go.
Jesus claimed that He is the water of life. So, we drink his water, we begin to live more purely. Much the same way, I drink this bottle of "purified water~ with 'minerals added'" I can purify my flesh and bone body. Water in both the spiritual sense and secular sense is viewed as something that cleanses. And that is what I am (and in theory, we all are striving for): a pure life. both spiritually, and physically. Besides, this bottled agua has to be healthier for me than that chemical soup the city offers me.

The Whole Dang Crew

2008-01-27T22:01:00.000-06:00

Now that I have your attention. I'll start by saying that I am not bringing an end to the crew. Well, I suppose I could end it, but I'd have to start one to disband it. Anyone game? If you are shoot me a message. But I'll move along.

It is my belief that some people don't want me to change. I am trying to better myself with the decisions I've made of late. Going to Aaron instead of the nickname Kranny, choosing to listen to God and shave off my facial hair, keeping quiet if I have nothing of importance to say, avoiding arguments with others, living with my health situation, and trying to focus on my relationship with God. Now, those are all choices I've made because they are more reflective of me. And, admittedly, I have endured some pain over the last week or so and regressed back into my defensive shell. I know that is off track a little but it needed to be said. Moving on . . .

The choices: Aaron is who I am (as previously stated). I can't really explain shaving off my beard/goatee/mustache other than to say that God told me to months ago and I went half way (only recently to go 100% with it). And in past circumstances, I've said I would never shave my face for any reason. It's a good thing God likes to over-step those boundaries we set in our lives. It had been 5 years of continual growth on the facial hair only trimming.

As far as keeping quiet if nothing of relevance needs be spoken the proverb 'It is better to keep quiet and let others assume you a fool than to open your mouth and remove all doubt." applies. I know that in prior times and even of late I have annoyed others with mindless chatter and it can get bothersome. I hope that I can keep this up this discipline. Tying into my argumentativeness, I argue and debate with others regularly. I am not always privy to those debates. I often times feel obligated to argue and debate because I have been doing it for so long. I don't really like to do that, but I always do it. Paul even struggled with doing things he didn't want to do. That's me (coincidentally). So, now I try and avoid the whole scenario. (Even if it means being trapped into one and up and leaving the scene.)

As my health goes, I am guessing God chose to allow me to be Diabetic for some reason. I don't know what His reasons are; but one day I will get a great testimony of healing. Truth be known though, I'd like to know the reasons because I realize that the whole situation has helped me focus on my "education", friendships, relationship with God, and even my own health. I know God does all things for a reason. So, as I've discussed with a couple people recently, there's a reason that God is changing my heart, outer appearance, and my stance on/in life. I don't know what it is or possibly for who. I don't think that I will end up with a guaranteed marriage out of it. Honestly, it's far from my mind but yet in the forefront because I'm curious about why he's guiding me down these paths. The only thing I know is that I have to remain faithful. And as far as my beard goes. I have to ask God to grow it back and he hasn't laid it on my heart to ask for. So, for the time being I am a baby-face. Ok, maybe not baby-face just clean-shaven.

This sad, but fictionally true.

2008-01-18T23:49:00.000-06:00

So, I am in Advanced Comp this semester and had to write my own obituary. So enjoy my death. And no, I didn't die of a drug/insulin overdose like a lady in my class thought.

(Los Angeles, CA) −Aaron Michael Krancich, 73, passed away Thursday, June 15 2057at his home in the Channel Islands of California of unknown natural causes.

Aaron was born and raised in a small town in northern Minnesota on August 14, 1983 to Mark and Sheila Krancich. Spending the majority of his life working for the body of Christ, he worked to further the kingdom until the day and time of his death.

When Aaron was 16, he gave his life to his Lord and Savior Jesus Christ. He never looked back on what would never be. He focused his eyes on the life ahead of him. The rollercoaster lifestyle that he grew to love would lead him through times of great trial and times of even greater joy. Though the trials were plenty, none was defeated like the trial of his mid-twenties. Aaron was diagnosed with Diabetes and remained positive and found ways to witness to others through the disease.

On a Sunday morning at church, one lovely, young lady caught his eye. After a long, long, courtship, Aaron asked her for her hand in marriage. On May 11, 2013, she became his lovely bride. The young couple soon moved to a small city in southern Florida to pastor a church's youth. Around this time the young couple's first child, Sebastian, was born.

After several years of youth ministry, Aaron felt called to a new city in which to minister the Gospel. During this time daughter, Miami, and son, Hezekiah, were born to the couple. After living in the hectic city for eight years, Aaron and his family moved to the area around the Channel Islands of California to spread the Word. It was here where the couple brought their fourth child into the world, daughter, Myshka.

After the children left for college and started families of their own, Aaron felt the call to a newer ministry. He ventured to Kenya as a missionary. His wife remained home and Aaron led many crusades in the African country. This was admittedly Aaron's most difficult period of life. After 14 years of missions work, Aaron retired from the ministry officially. Through all the years of service to his fellow man, Aaron never asked for anything in return; other than for people to turn to God and remain faithful to God because He is faithful to us.

In his times of relaxation, Aaron enjoyed running sound for church services and hanging out with his brothers and sisters in Jesus. He also enjoyed watching his many sports teams: Miami Hurricane football, Minnesota Viking football, Minnesota Twins baseball, Minnesota Timberwolves basketball, and playing sports themed video games with his family and friends. He also enjoyed spending time with the greatest thing in his life (aside from his faith) . . . His wife. Daily, he would give/send his wife a single red rose as a symbol of his love for her.

Aaron is preceded in death by his parents: Mark and Lori Krancich, Ed and Sheila Russ, He is survived by his lovely bride Jessica (70), children: Sebastian (42), Miami (39), Hezekiah (38) and Myshka (34) 15 grandchildren, brother: Ryan Krancich (75) stepsister: Ashley (71) and stepbrothers Cory Shepherd (72), Alan James Becker (67).

The funeral will be held at the First Assembly of God church in Hibbing, MN on Saturday June 23 at 6 PM. The widow asks that there be no photography and that everyone bring a story with which to celebrate the life of Aaron M. Krancich. In addition: bring a bottle or two of Coke and an open heart as that is what Aaron would have wanted. There will be no visitation.

Call me Ishmael.

2008-01-14T07:53:00.000-06:00

Or don't. You can call me Aaron from now on, if you don't mind. Yes, that's right. After almost 8 years of going by the moniker of Kranny; I decided to grow into my adult years with a suave, sophisticated, adult name . . . My birth name. And to be honest, there's more to the name change than just the one reason I gave. The true reason behind the change is: there are 2 people living in my mind and heart. The one that most of you all know is Kranny. And he's the one who is argumentative, juvenile, and rude. He is not really me. Then there's Aaron who's the one nobody knows. He doesn't like to argue, he's more mellow and he's more polite. They're opposites. I know that the different people sounds a little crazy or a lot crazy (like schizophrenia or Gollum) but the matter stems from God showing me that there's the one he knows (that's Aaron) and then there's the one that people know (Kranny). Or another way to view it is that Kranny is a stage persona, while Aaron is the real one. So, that's it. I've decided that I'm going to start going by Aaron. I ask that you all would help me out by addressing me as such. Have a good day.

A new(er) Year

2008-01-08T08:18:00.001-06:00

Well, 2008 has finally come. There aren't a lot of things we can truly count on: (e.g. weather staying consistent, Summer starting in February, or even the local newspaper's reporting/writing). But there are several things you can count on: my graduation from purgatory, about 1.3 million campaign ads about the Republicans sticking it to the average American, it being the local NFL team's "year," and lastly, humor and positive self-esteem growth for most of Americans from . . . something. So, my question to you all is: What are some things you can count on? They can range from serious to the not-so-serious. Please, enlighten us all.

Master Card

2007-12-11T09:13:00.000-06:00

Price of a new pair of gloves- $15
Price of a nice cup o' tea- $.20
Price of a pair of specs- $100
Price of a nice orange hat- $20
Price of feeling superior to my collegiate colleagues- Priceless.
Price of feeling significantly older than them- worthless

Ok, I'm joking. I needed a new post and what better than copying one of the most innovative, yet annoying, commercials in my short life. But incase I don't get back on here before Christmas: Merry Christmas and a Happy Channukah.

A moot point

2007-12-03T11:39:00.000-06:00

Good Afternoon to all. I just wanted to update you all on my life of late. Last weekend we had our training on the new sound stuff and may I say, "WOW!" It's all completely in, and set up correctly and again, I say, "WOW!!!" It is nice. The fellow was nice enough to give us a little lesson on cords, and proper technique. All of which was needed. And to be honest, it kind of piqued an interest in me to possibly move into that field. But who knows where I'll end up.

Moving on . . . life is good. Health is good. How is it with you all? I'd like to hear from you all. Leave me a heads-up or a shout out. Or whatever you kids are calling them nowadays. Have a nice day and week.

"Holla 187 on the Dancefloor"

2007-11-28T09:20:00.000-06:00

I'll be honest. This is a post I've been looking forward to for a while. Not for any special reason or great news. More like, the title is a great L.A. Symphony song. I wish I had something great to report on. Instead I want to let my sorrow out for a great NFL player.

On Monday morning (for those who don't know), Sean Taylor was asleep in his home. Then he and his wife were awaken by loud noises in their home. So, Sean got up to investigate. Then, according to the reports, he hadn't walked to the door when it was kicked open and two shots were fired. One hit him in the femoral artery. The intruder left. His wife called 911. Then yesterday morning, after surgery and what looked like a probable recovery (squeezing a nurse's hand) he passed away.

This is sad to me for a couple reasons. And I'm sincere: 1. He left behind an 18 month old daughter and a fiancee'. 2. He was turning his life around. Leaving behind the ways of the "hood" and embracing his role in life as a father and husband. 3. He played his college ball at Miami. And with that comes the stereotype that players for the 'Canes are thugs. 4. The media is assuming that this is more than a random act of violence. They are assuming that this was an intentional homicide from someone whom Mr. Taylor chose to not associate with anymore.

Just let me touch on that last point for a second. The media always assumes the worst and reports it. They can never let a family grieve properly or completely. The story is a 24 yr. old man, who was turning his life around for the better, was tragically killed. What more should they say? A family grieves over a lost son, father, brother, man. And the media just needs to go away and let them grieve. So, my prayers go out the families affected by this horrific act.

A Horse I say, A Horse

2007-11-20T10:48:00.001-06:00

Just call me Mr. Ed or Black Stallion, because I am as healthy as they are. Well at least, mostly. I am still diabetic, which is ok. But the good news is that I only have less than 20% of the fluid surrounding my pancreas I did two months ago which is really, really good. The other good news is that my last blood tests for A1C, cholesterol, and eye-dilation all turned out really good. My A1C was 5.4. Which is still high but for a diabetic it's really good. Especially, considering that 5 months ago it was 10.3. My cholesterol was 115 which is a good number I guess. And my eyes are actually good. The dilation showed no bad news. But I do have some glasses that he recommended because of my astigmatism for night driving. But over-all my vision was 20/25. But yeah, altogether I am as healthy as a horse. Well, have a good day to all my readers, and as always, your local Dangeresque Dan wishes to you and yours a Happy Thanksgiving.

Thanks

2007-11-05T09:24:00.001-06:00

Well I thank all of you who were nice with the compliments. I wasn't seeking praise for my loss. I was getting something out in the open to strip it of its power over me. I have a lot of issues like the aforementioned. I, in a sense, become everything I dislike about Hollywood and the modern generation: weight obsessed and social conscious. I also know the whole insulin thing is dangerous but I won't do anything stupid with it like take 20 units to counteract 20g of carbs (normally 2 units). I appreciate the advice you all gave. it was well received.

But onto more impressive matters. Isn't Adrian Peterson, (the Vikings one) the best RB in the NFL? I know I appreciate the victory he got for me in Fantasy Football.

Altruistic Expressions of a Madman and His Voices

2007-10-24T09:23:00.000-05:00

Yeah, that'd be the old title of my blog. I dunno why I picked that title for a post over other random titles or words. The following post is from my heart. I am being honest with you all and with myself. I am not trying to be humorous for postings sake. These are true situations and true feelings.

Like I should have gone for the title "Folding chair" or "Yellow and black rope" But I decided the AEoaMaHV is better. I am a facade; I "ain't" what I want to be. I want to be a confident young man, but that confidence always slips when it comes to matters of importance. I feel the need to address this situation because many people think that it's just young women who deal with self-esteem issues and it's not true. I feel as though people are judging and assessing my appearance almost daily basis. I will be frank. Since June 21, I have lost around 100 lbs. And I feel like it's not enough. I was wearing clothing sizes I hadn't worn since my junior year of high school and feeling fine. Then I had a piece of rip on me. It's not that big of a deal, but in my mind it is. I mean 100 lbs in 4 months is great. I know my docs would be angry at me because they said that 50 lbs a year is pushing health risks. So I push myself harder and eat less and less carbs; all in hopes to kick start my metabolism in a higher gear. Danger creeps in now because I take more units of insulin because I want to feel normal. This morning my blood-sugar was 55. About 15-20 points lower than a normal person. I want to look/feel/act normal but to do so I am putting myself at risk. And why? Because I don't want to feel like the diabetic freak. I want to be normal because people at my age with diabetes are perceived as relatively unhealthy and oddities. So I guess it isn't just teenage/young women with self-image/esteem issues. It can be 24-year old single men.

Where have all the flowers gone?

2007-10-12T09:16:00.000-05:00

Ok, I know this is going to sound cliche' but seriously, where did they go? I could have sworn summer JUST started. I digress. But I don't have a whole lot to say about anything. I guess I could give a progress report on the diet and stuff, but that stuff is fairly evident to those who know and see me. But for those who never or rarely do; ask a colleague who does. I don't really have a lot to report on. I feel good nowadays with exception to the occasional sock to the stomach and stuff. I dunno maybe I have more to say in person. So, leave me a message. I guess blogs are dieing. And along with them are my pool of ideas. So, I guess I will close with this: go Sox and Rox. Oh, and congrats to Moms and her husband on their big sale. And to you know who on the you know what.

Drab

2007-10-03T08:54:00.000-05:00

Well it's new post day. Yeah baby! I really don't have a lot to say. I mean I should considering I often think a lot when I'm walking but I rarely remember the deep thoughts/postulates/solutions to world crises that come to me. I guess they are so profound that my mind chooses to keep them hidden. But yeah, I sit here in the college cafeteria contemplating courses of action. That is to say: I am bored out of my mind. I have class in one hour but I sit here alone writing to you, sipping a Diet Dew listening to the latest Kranny mix. Sorry people, it's stuck on my phone. mwahahaha . . . I'm evil. Ok, maybe not. But I am arrogant. I sit here as a beautiful observer. I don't mean I am observing the beautiful women walking by. Instead, I am the beautiful person. I am watching other people walk by and occasionally distracted by someone I know or a fairly attractive woman. But then I remember, I am better than these people because I drink tea, coffee, diet soda, and I pay attention to the world of politics, news, and sports. I also enjoy the music of Beethoven, Mozart, oldies, and other classics. Boy, I tell you it's a good thing I pray for God to help make me a humble person nightly.

Coffee and such

2007-09-18T09:00:00.000-05:00

Hey all. A small update on ya boy's life. It's all good. I got some good CDs recently. New Hillsong, Delirious, SDS, Soul P (I'd never heard of him before but it's cool music) and Starflyer 59 (I like this one a lot. It reminds me of Pink Floyd). But yeah, I am hoping to get the new TFK soon. Like maybe today. Also, I am drinking coffee on an almost daily routine. Anyone else like good coffee? I do.

Results

2007-09-08T22:37:00.000-05:00

Well, I found out the results of my CT scan a couple weeks ago. And the results are . . . I'm still a sick man. Not as bad as I was but there is still a considerable amount of fluid around my pancreas and the good news is that it may be "permanent." That meaning if it's still there in 8 weeks when I go back, I go under the knife to remove it. And the doctor also thinks I should go for one of those weight-reduction surgeries. So, in the next couple months I could go under the knife 2 times. But that's not the only good news he told me. He has a very good theory on what set the pancreatitis off. He believes that in one of the lower ducts I had a blockage and after a couple months of insulin backup it burst and thus forming a good deal of fluid around the area. And he thinks that the duct could possibly still ruptured. So yeah, I guess the only really good news I have is that my liver has decreased about 50% from the first CT scan in June. Which is good because in a year or so I'd have a liver problems. I know I'm being sarcastic with this but the thing is that the time frame the doctors think the blockage formed is around the time I made changes at Men's Advance. So yeah . . . Good news!

A Joy in Life

2007-08-29T08:27:00.000-05:00

So . . . . . it's come to another post from Yo boy the Big Man. And in reality I still don't have much to say. So why post? Well, because it lets the crazy out of the upstairs, and in reality, who don't love reading my crazy teachings? Yes, I am aware of my poor grammar use there and the excessive comma use. I almost feel like a high school freshman going nuts with the comma button. You, know, putting, commas, after, every, other, word, or, something, along, those, lines. So, I am back in the local Joe joint enjoying a cup of my cold brew. I am still drinking the diabetic specialty. Sugar-free syrups and no creamer. But it's alright. I have been known to refer to my case as the curse from the pancreatitis and I guess it's all for the better. I'll complain here for a second. I mean I am ok with the finger pricking every meal. But the shots every meal and 2 in the morning kinda suck. But here's where it is bad. Since the doctors decided to take out my gall bladder I occasionally get fairly painful sensations in my abdominal region. They told me that is frequent. And then there's the other bad thing that stems from the lack of a gall bladder. Enough about that. I'll try and be innovative here with the blog. Does anyone happen to have a question for me? It'll be kind of a "Dear Abby" type thing. Ask away homies.

It's come to two in a week.

2007-08-25T11:45:00.000-05:00

That's right, my life is so exciting that I have had to post two posts in a week. And here's the kicker. Neither has anything of interest. This post is just a post for the sake. I mean, I should have a point in these ramblings; but then, they wouldn't be ramblings . . . they'd be actual points of intellect and worth your time. But perhaps the sudden urge to write something stems from the fact that a writer for the local newspaper has come in and my pride in my writing has taken over. I mean, I am no Bergan or even a young Rein-man, but surely I am better than a majority of the local press people. Maybe not. Let's see how long I can ramble on and on and on and on and on and on and on and on and on for. I mean the possiblilites are endless with the cut and paste buttons. I could just sit here in the local coffee joint and let you all wait on me. But the post would still be at this mark regardless of time. So I could end it. And I will indeed do just that . Wow, I wrote a lot and have nothing to say. Perhaps this is therapeutic. Maybe not. Maybe it's just me releasing my crazy all up on the world wide web. Regardless, this has to come to an end.

A Cold Cup

2007-08-21T09:11:00.000-05:00

Well it's come time for a new post. But what to post about? I mean nothing new has happened to me. There is no interesting stories or theories I could post on. It's not as though I can post on the world around me considering I'm in Caribou and nothing of interest has happened. SO perhaps I can post on a couple of thoughts. For one, both TFK and LA Symphony have or either are going to be releasing new CDs. And I want them both . The both are a favorite of mine. And with the opportunity to go see TFK on Sept. 8 for free afforded me I gotta go. So yeah, eveybody go to the Great Northern fest or something along those lines. I mean . . . ffree good music.

Since my last post, (as noted by moms) I turned the grand ol' 24. Yeah, I used to be able to say I may be getting old but at least I have my health . . . Not so much anymore. But it could be worse. I mean I could be dead or something. And besides I have some interesting stories to tell people about needles, drugs, and alcohol. It's not often you get to say that and not actually mean it the way it sounds. Needles for insulin, drugs are the insulin and some others, and the alcohol swabs to dininfect areas so I can get a clean shoot. But moving on.

Two of my best friends have moved home. My moms and her husband. I WILL NEVER CALL YOU DAD!!! YOU'RE NOT MY REAL DAD! It's great having them home. I've missed the card games and fun we used to have. Hopefully, they'll be moving into my neighborhood soon . . . along with every other person in the church. Seriously, there are enough of them in the good ol' hood.

Well, that's it for me. Have a good day readahs.

A Miracle Did Occur

2007-07-30T16:54:00.000-05:00

Wow! It's been quite a while since my last post. It's as though I've fallen off the face of the earth or something. Well, I did. And miraculously, I have had nott a drop of Coke in that entire period of time. It's surprising how much you miss something you can never have. It's as though I were married to a lady named Coke and some evil person (probably Walker Texas Ranger's evil twin Stalker). Never to delight in the warmth of her glowing smile or share another romantic meal between the two of us again. But some of you probably don't know what I'm speaking of. It's just about since my visit to the hospital last month I have pronounced Diabetic. And thus the delicious ambrosia is now off-limits. I miss it so. Also a lot of carbs are off-limits. But I'm dealing with it all. I have found something tasty to replace Coke. It's water. But, if you'd like the full story of my ordeal just email me. I inform you all that I no longer have a bladder of the gall variety. The doctors in Duluth took it for good reasons. But I'm happy to announce that when I asked for it in a jar; I was informed I was cancer free. But yeah. I updated and you read. Any questions?

Things I do because I'm a Moron

2007-05-17T13:21:00.001-05:00

Sorry Col. I totally copied your series title. Ok? Let me begin by premising that these are completely true things I have done with little to no exaggeration because I may not recall all of the details.

It all begins with this little ditty: That stage of sleep when you are between asleep and awake. Mmmkay? In said stage I have thought these things were either true or I had these abilities.

1. I have thought I have a control on time. That I can make it freeze so I can get that extra hour of sleep. It's been what seems like hours of sleep from 1:30 AM until 2:30 AM. Only one hour, but in my mind it's been like 8. I start snickering about the ability. And I even remember saying a few times, "Time! Stop!"

2. I've had the greatest ideas in the universe. And I truly believe them. A couple of examples: The best tasting pork rind (notice the oxymoron) is chocolate/peanut butter. I don't even care for Pork Rinds that much or even Chocolate/PB. Another one, a great tasting new Coke is Pepsi flavored Coke and it wouldn't be called Pepsi. And three, (this one occurred on Men's Advance) Duck, Duck, Goose makes a great game for an all-night solo game. Sadly, no one else in the room played along.

3. I have actually texted people texts like the following, "Hey wquaktfs op my himmie? Wanna grab a Cloke? Whafdmyt???" And even carried on whole conversations with a friend on the phone! Don't recall why I called her. I just did and proceeded to talk about what else? How to make the best Cherry flavored Coke.

Well those are some of the ones that come to mind. I could list some of my dreams but we all have crazy weird dreams. I suppose I could post the one from last night because it's pretty cool.

I was on a college campus tour. And the whole college was an steel foundry built in one dormitory. About halfway through the tour, there were some alien invaders. But not just any evil aliens. But the worst . . . Romulans. So we had to fight our way out of the foundry to get to the ships (I was wrestling with pillows and threw a couple punched some and flipped one over my head). When we got to the ship I was the captain and there was no Coke in the food replicators. And then I woke up. I'm not crazy or obsessed with Coke at all. hahaha

The End of an age

2007-05-10T12:26:00.000-05:00

Well, sometime in the next week I will be done with the semester and school year. That simply means that I get to go buy a couple Cokes go someplace secluded and drink myself silly. No seriously, I'm going to drink both the Cokes and get silly stupid from the sugar and caffeine. I usually do this routine after the end of the school year. May this be the last time I EVER have to do this. Not because I hate drinking the Cokes but because I hate going to college. Yeah, so here's to the homies I lost along the way.

Star Fish

2007-05-02T09:05:00.000-05:00

Hey y'all. I was just wondering if you remember these things from your childhood? Well, I do. I remember how much I hate them (only to be re-reminded in the music class I'm taking). I have to learn how to play that devilishly evil devices to a tape and then perform infront of the lunch crowd at the college. So when you all read my obituary in Saturday's paper you'll know what I died from. Keep it real.

2007-04-27T09:59:00.000-05:00

Every so often in the morning before I head off to school, I find it relaxing to listen to some classical music. Like one of Chopin's Nocturnes or my personal favorite Bach's "Little Fugue". For some reason I feel like this guy.

A second

2007-04-17T08:45:00.000-05:00

Yeah! Two posts in one day. I guess I want to talk about something deep. AHHHH! K-man getting deep? Yeah, settle down. So, here goes.

As most of you don't know, two of my biggest fears are heights and deep water. Put the two together (a la cliff jumping or flying over the ocean) and I'm nowhere to be found. The depth to this thought comes from this: Can those fears be transported into my relationship with God? I mean most people's fears don't affect their relationship with God. You don't hear people suffering from Arachnophobia having problems in their faith because of their fear of spiders or those suffering from Homichiophobia (those who fear fog) having problems with theirs either.

So many times God is related to a deep ocean or river. And my fear of deep water comes from movies like Jaws or the story of the U.S.S. Indianapolis where people are eaten by sharks who come from the depths straight up to eat them. And then there's the whole thing that if you drown in deep water they either take a hook and drag the bottom or leave your body down there. There are more reasons I detest the depths but that's another post.

With heights, our prayers often circle around us asking God to take us higher in Him. My fear of heights came from some bad experiences at the local county fair when I was young. And as the adage goes, "It's never the fall that kills you. It's the sudden stop." And my response to that is usually, "Well, in order for that sudden stop to kill, you have to be pretty high up and I won't be there."

But the point of this post is: Can my human fears affect my relationship with God. Am I afraid to take my faith to a higher point based on my fears? Am I afraid to dive deep into God's love and understanding because of my fear of deep water? I don't want to get to heaven and have God tell me that my faith was kept shallow because of my fears.

The NEEEEEEEEEEEEEWS

2007-04-17T08:19:00.000-05:00

Well a mighty fine hello to my comrades. This post actually does contain some news pertaining to your favorite Richard Nixon impersonator. So where to begin . . . ?

Oh I know. As of Sunday my collection of pets has grown to include a new member. Sadly, not a new puppy or an even cooler wolf. Instead, one of those mischievous feline animals. Her name is Callie, she's part Minx, which apparently means she gets the stump of a tail. She is surprisingly friendly. No, SERIOUSLY, friendly.

This, potentially, being my last semester at HCC is drawing to a close. There are no more scheduled days off. So I have to improvise on my schedule. You know. "Awww, the ground is wet outside. No school for me." Or "Whooops! Someone accidentally set my alarm for 9:31 and my class starts at 9:30. Shoot." (that last one I find best while doing my Ben Stein impersonation)

On a further note, the music class is going well too. Before I started the class all I knew about music is that I liked it. Now, I can break it down into it's fundamental elements. But not of Southtown. I spent most of my life living out of the right side of my mind. But now, the left side is getting a workout.

Lastly, Ballroom dance is going great. I know I am going to finish the class with some funny stories. I'll even share one. Last night, we had the big test. So me and my partner had to pick a dance to do. The list of choices: Cha-cha-cha, Foxtrot, Waltz, Rumba, Samba, Tango, or the Jitterbug. We picked the J-bug. We did the dance. Afterward, the teacher proceeded to talk about how fabulously we did with the "big difference in size". I am a big dude. My partner, well, she's a tiny girl.

Maybe, that's not all that funny. Or even all that big of news. Maybe my next post will be something with some true substance to it.

An Interview with a Guy

2007-04-05T13:17:00.000-05:00

Recently, I was granted a rare opportunity. This opportunity is so rare that in fact this is a first. An interview . . . with Aaron K.

DD- So, I thank you for granting me this interview. I mean you’ve never allowed one before. So, why now?

AK- Well, to be honest there Dangeresque, I thought the people needed to know some vital facts about me that I don’t let people know. For example, many people don’t know that one of my dislikes is eating in front of people. I will force myself to eat if in a public setting but I eat slowly. Just one bit of info for the books.

DD- That’s interesting. Recently, you shaved you beard and head. What’s the reason for the change?

AK- Well, I get this question often. The truth is, I recently changed the attitude of my heart. And, I thought that a change of that magnitude should be reflected on the outside as well as on the inside. And I’ve been thinking of it for a few months now. But I’m going answer a question before you even ask it. I didn’t shave off my goatee because I never risk it. I love my goatee. It’s a symbol of me. It’s who I am.

DD- When did you do it?

AK- Hmmmmmm, two weeks ago so that’d be March 19^th or so. I didn’t have class that day and I went upstairs into the bathroom, took a long look at myself, and grabbed for my beard and mustache trimmer. I took one more look at my head of hair and before a second thought came into mind, I shaved a huge stripe down the center of my head.

DD- Interesting. Any regrets?

AK- No. Well, maybe the daily razor burn but that’s ok.

DD- Ok, so let’s move on. You’re very public about your incomplete degree. Why is that?

AK- Well, I know in the Bible it says to do everything as unto the Lord. But I never wanted to go to college in the first place. So why would I want to finish off something I never wanted to do in the first place. And I’m okay with potentially never finishing my degree.

DD- You say potentially?

AK- Yeah, I mean I may go back. It all depends on what I hear from The Father.

DD- Ok. A few more questions. Who are your favorite band/rapper/singer and their best song?

AK-. Well, Can I have a favorite of all three? (Laugh). My favorite band is one that I’ve been a fan of since I first heard their song on the radio (Puppet). It’s Thousand Foot Krutch (TFK).But their best song is by far Small Town. My favorite Rapper. Well, that’s a bit more difficult because single rapper is Pigeon John. I’ve loved his stuff since I first heard it. It’s original and good. His best song. One from his new CD it’s called Money Back Guarantee. Group of rappers or duo is LA Symphony. Again, they are original and the messages are good. Best song? I like Charlie Brown and 187 on the Dance Floor. And my favorite singer . . . ? Man, I don’t know. I am not big into singing as much as the other two. But I do like Chris Tomlin, and David Crowder. I also like some of the country singers I grew up listening to: Johnny Cash, Randy Travis, and Garth Brooks. I’m going to go with them. Best songs are in this order. Tomlin- Not to Us. Crowder- O Praise Him.. Cash- It’s all-good. Randy Travis- I’m Gonna Love You Forever. Garth- I’ll say the best song is Unanswered Prayers because it’s true.

DD- That’s quite a list. I’d like to ask you about your drink of choice. What is it?

AK- Well, that’s an easy enough question. It’s Coke. It’s tasty and bubbly and it goes good with any meal. It’s also good to change it up from time to time, so I will change to a Cherry Coke or in rare, but good, instances Coke with Lime. Or the Vault twins are good. I guess you could just say the Coke family of products with the exception to the Abomination.

DD- Abomination?

AK- Yeah, Vanilla Coke. Whoever thought that up should be fired or hanged or something. A travesty took away precious, precious Coke to make.

DD- Well, you’re a devoted man to your beverage. . . Maybe a little too devoted. One last question. You always wear shorts. Why is that? I mean the people want to know.

AK- Yeah. I get this question a lot. And the truth is there a few reasons. One being, I enjoy being different. I don’t want the attention, I just enjoy being different from others. Another being, I don’t feel cold on my legs and I get hot easily. And the last reason is that it’s who I am and if I were wearing pants, I wouldn’t be me. I’d be someone else. Someone who people would want me to be and I’m not about that.

DD- Ok. That makes sense. Thank you again for the interview. I think the people got what they needed to know hopefully.

AK- No problem. Thank you for taking the time to care. I appreciate it. And to your readers. Keep reading this guy’s stuff. He’s the bomb. Have a good day, Bud.

And the future holds . . . .

2007-04-01T20:29:00.000-05:00

So the last couple of weeks I've been pondering about what my future holds. I am fairly sure that th is is my last year at HCC or potentially my second to last year. Yes, I've been there 4 years at this point in time, but a fifth year doing something I never wanted to do in the first place drains my heart just thinking about it. But I've always liked challenges and finishing what I start and to finish my degree would be a good thing. And at the same time, I'd like to take the next step in my faith and step out boldly in faith. And I've always thought it'd be fun to just become a vagabond. I don't know what I am going to do, but whatever it is I want to do it faithfully, and with the zeal of the Lord. I just ask that I get direction from the Lord. So keep me in your prayers.

Overhaul

2007-03-19T15:37:00.000-05:00

I decided over the weekend that with an overhaul of my heart and spirit I should overhaul the image of me.
Dang, I look old.

Untitled no. 2

2007-03-09T11:53:00.001-06:00

Hey kids. You've reached Mr. Nixon. I'm not here. Leave me a message and I'll get back to you.

The Mix

2007-02-17T11:37:00.000-06:00

As I saw in my last post, my people are crying out for my new K-Mix. I assure you it is in the works, but this is a creative process. I have to make sure that the songs are worthy of being on the mix. I mean I don't want it to be like a Now CD. I want it to be a good CD. One that people can play for people of all ages and genders. So it is taking time. I think I have 1/4 of the songs selected. I will put this out there: If you have any suggestions for songs, put it to CD and let me hear it. But don't be too disappointed if your song isn't chosen. Thanks for taking the time to catch up on my musical adventures.

A Quick update.

2007-02-05T10:01:00.000-06:00

Hey to my readers (insert typical joke concerning readers here). I trust you all are doing well. I know that today I am doing just fine. It's a little chilly outside or so I hear. But moving on. I figured I'd give you all a quick update on what is going on in the life of the Ol' Richard Nixon Imposter. And the truth is not a whole lot. I am learning how to successfully play Moonlight Sonata on the piano. Much to my own dismay, that's my test material for my fundamentals of music class. Everyone else gets "Mary had a little lamb". Not me. I'm special. But it's cool. It'll be a neat parlor trick someday.
But, in my dance class we all learned the foxtrot well enough to move onto a new dance. I think it's the Waltz (no relation to Disney). It is still humiliating in class on account I have to dance with the teacher weekly. But, as a friend encouraged me, it's better to learn from the one who knows what to do. In my opinion, I am the best dancer (next to the instructor) because I haven't been corrected yet in my dancing. It is fun though. More so than I would have thought. But that is my update. It's not much, I know, but it is a fix for you Dangeresque Dan fans. So until next time. Enjoy the weather. Peace like a flocka geese!!

A Haiku

2007-01-24T23:11:00.000-06:00

Monkey drinks the coke
chug chug chug goes the primate
crush the can when done.

A Deep Thought

2007-01-21T08:54:00.000-06:00

Sometimes it's better to be the guy no one wants you to be.

Meh

2007-01-17T10:13:00.000-06:00

The last post was fairly political and I am not above talking politics but my beliefs are the controversial "fundamentalist, Uber-Conservative" ones. And I am not afraid to share them but I am a little nervous to offend others. I know . . . Kranny never afraid to offend people? It's true. But not everybody knows that. I speak my mind but never let anyone in there. And since I was tagged by Brooke to do some Survey thing I figure I should let you all read about me. Stick with me.

A - Available or taken? Available.
B - Best friend(s)? I have a few close best friends and if that means they're my best friends that includes Aaron R., Rob F. and Shawn H.
C- Cake or pie? i am not big on either. I mean if it's Thanksgiving I can have a piece of Pumpkin pie. But that's it.
D - Drink of choice? You all know. Don't you? I know you all know. ok. . . Coke.
E - Essential item you use every day? Shower and Deodorant \
F - Favorite color? Miami Colors. Green and Orange.
G - Gummy bears or worms? They both have their good qualities. I mean 2 flavors with worms but bears have sheer number per bag. I'll go with worms. Simply because they have sour ones as well.
H - Hometown? Hibbing.
I - Indulgence? Cherry Coke. And some Vault here and there.
J - January or February? I do like both. January is the month of "cold" but February has the "love" feeling with it. So I think February. Love makes you feel warm and fuzzy inside.
K - Kids and names? I don't have any kids but their names are Miami, Sebastian, Hezekiah, and either Micah or Ezra.
L - Life is incomplete without? God, family, friends, and Coke.
M - Marriage date? I don't know sometime before 08/14/2013.
N - Number of siblings? one sister, 4 brothers.
O - Oranges or apples? Oranges they fulfill both duty as a fruit and a color.
P - Phobias or fears? Heights, deep water, the ocean, Needles and driving heavy machinery.
Q - Favorite quote? There's lots. I can't pick just one.
R - Reason to smile? Plenty of reasons one in particular is it's a gorgeous day outside another is everything seems right in the world for just this instance.
S - Season? It's winter right now. I like every season for different reasons. Summer because it's full of fun and warmth, Spring because it seems as though there is life in the air, fall because the night air has a mysterious chill to it and winter because it is beautiful in this area.
T - Tag three or four people. Newsy girls, Rob, and Mrs. Williamson.
U - Unknown fact about me? I am a better welder with a cutting torch than a cutter.
V - Vegetable you don't like? Onions, Garlic, peppers, "tomatoes" and a lot of others.
W - Worst habit? I'm fairly argumentative. I am changing that though.
X - X-rays? teeth, ankle, foot, arm, stomach, chest,
Y - Your favorite food? Beef. It's tasty stuff. I also like tacos, pizza and spaghetti.

Well, I hope that helped you all get to know just a little bit more. Pacem!

Apology

2007-01-11T22:02:00.000-06:00

Ok, now when I created this blog I never intended for it to be political in any way. I sit here at 2200 hours listening to a local news program. I find it ridiculous that Senators and Congressmen/women sit behind the first Amendment and criticize the President for his job. He is the Commander-in-Chief. Yet, Congress sees fit too take over that job. I do believe in a strict interpretation of the Constitution and believe that the powers of Congress are spelled out perfectly. I am a firm believer in Sedition Acts and (unless the leader messes up majorly) never speaking out or against him. Where did Americans go wrong? It is common place to liken the conflict in Iraq to the one in Vietnam, however, it is nothing like it. I could go into many details as to how it is different . . . but that may take too long. Does the spirit of the hippies linger in the craw of many Americans? Yes. And with the hippie-sense of questioning government officials, I ponder if their atheistic, anarchyl approach lives on. I fear it does. I pray that God can change the hearts and minds of Americans. One other point to touch on: Do you ever hear non-voters complain about politicians ? I do. I simply tell them if they didn't vote to shut up. I did vote and I have a right to complain. (I don't though unless it's about her. . . .) Sorry to go off like that. It bothers me.

Belated

2007-01-04T20:10:00.000-06:00

Ok I know I missed 2 holidays where it's common courtesy to bid tidings of comfort, joy, and auld lang syne. But I mean come on with gifts of a great trilogy how am I supposed to find time to write on here? Ok, each is only an hour and a half long or so but still. I have no news other than I need some dancing shoes for next semester. 13-wide toed. Anyone got any?

I think I have a few birthdays coming up. A new template???

Change- $1.04

2006-12-15T10:26:00.000-06:00

Ok, there is no real money . . . or is it Monet? Sorry to disappoint. But I do have a change in my life. It's life-changing and dramatic. What could be the drastic change you ask? Did he discover a new form of matter? No. Solid, liquid, and gas are still the only forms. And no the drama isn't me joining today's most popular drama (you know, Walker Texas Ranger). Oh, that's in reruns. The change is that I now (seriously) have a deep appreciation for classical music. All the way from Ye Olde English dance-music "Estampie" to the music of Liszt and Chopin (pronounced list and show-pan). I never thought I would ever gain a taste for that. Seriously, the best I ever thought I'd do is techno-remixes of Beethoven. It just shows there is hope out there for the rest of us. In hind-sight, that news isn't all that life-changing and dramatic. But maybe the next news will be.

Last night, I was sitting in my bedroom between the hours of 2100 and 2330. And was listening to some of the good old Kranny Mix CDs. When it occurred to me that I haven't released a studio Kranny Mix in a good few years for fear that they were becoming like the Now discs . . . One released every-other day. So I got to thinking. I need a new one. I know most of my readers don't know what a Kranny Mix is so I will give you a brief overview of one. It contains some of the best music I have on CD. It entails everything from rap, metal, worship, techno, and even a few pop songs in there. So I will be producing it over the next few days. Going through my extensive collection of CD's and looking for the creme' de la creme'. The title will be a secret until it is officially released. All-in-all, I am looking forward to it. It'll be a good one.

2006-12-05T23:18:00.000-06:00

I'll have a blue Christmas without you

I'll be so blue thinking about you

Decorations of red

On a green Christmas tree

Won't be the same

If you're not here with me

And when those blue snow flakes start falling

And when those blue memories start calling

You'll be doing all right with your Christmas of white

But I'll have a blue, blue, blue, blue Christmas

Ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh

Decorations of red

On a green Christmas tree won't mean a thing

If you're not here with me

I'll have a blue Christmas, that's certain

And when that blue heartache starts hurtin'

You'll be doing all right

With your Christmas of white

But I'll have a blue, blue Christmas

Mmmm . . . I really am that pathetic. No worries though "blue" doesn't refer to pepsi but rather sadness without you.

Comfortable

2006-11-21T08:59:00.000-06:00

I don't have a lot to say this week. The test worked like a charm. I bought myself a lot of Coke. Although, now that I think of it . . . . Coke was supposed to send me free Coke. And I didn't recieve a Bentley or new gaming console in the mail. Perhaps it didn't work as well as I'd hoped. Oh well, I still got Coke. Ya know, I'm beginning to think I've become a Coke-addict. I reviewed some previous posts and I mention Coke a lot. It's as though I'm some sort of name-dropper or even worse- an obsessed buffoon for the cola. But which cola? Why Coca~Cola. I'm mean I know the name of the inventer of the product: Dr. Pemberton. I've referred to it as the sweetest drink and an Ambrosia to the gods. I've even made a top-ten list of fun things to do with Coke. I haven't even mentioned other colas. Like Pe- Pe- Pep. I can't say it. Oh there's RC Co . . . cough . . . retch. Hmmmm . . . Maybe I can say Sam's Choi . No! I must declare that Coke is the only cola for me. Dr. Pemberton, your divine drink truly is the drink of the cola-gods. In fact, I will make . . . Nay I MUST make a new list of top 10 things to do while drinking Coke.

1. Drink More Coke.
2. Watch Conan O'Brian.
3. Not do homework.
4. Play SplinterCell: Chaos Theory.
5. Purchase a monkey and teach him to drink it.
6. Dance the dance of Revolution.
7. Listen to Beethoven's Moonlight Sonata.
8. Rally for the Republicans.
9. Encourage others to join you in drinking the sweetest, tartest, bubbly concoction ever invented.
10. Buy one of these hats then just sit back and enjoy Coke.

Test

2006-11-09T15:15:00.000-06:00

We've all heard about product dropping. You know you go on Conan and talk about how much you love . . . oh I don't know . . . Mt. Dew. So I will run a little test here on the crossroads of the internet (That being my blog). The test? Product dropping. I will name products and see if anyone gives me one or if I get some from the company. So here we go.

I love Coke, Bentleys, X-Box 360s, Apple Video I-Pods, Cherry Coke, Sony PS3s, Bose home theatre systems, Coke, Texas Instruments DLP TVs, 2006 Chevy 1500 trucks, Vault, Dell XP5 laptops, Sony Blue-ray players, and lastly Coca~Cola.

Now, I can just sit back and watch the gifts roll in.

Rambling thoughts

2006-11-05T15:55:00.000-06:00

Greetings! Or should I say Salutations?? It's the same greeting. I have no real point to the post. Well, that's not completely true. If I had no point, I wouldn't be writing. Moving on.

Recently, my mind has been on people who have no evident talent but have gained fame some how. Paris Hilton, Kevin Federline, and Tara Reid are the three who should spend the rest of their days cleaning kennels at a zoo. At least the crap would be comparible to their intelligence and talent level. But, there has been other stuff brewing in the mind of the old dog.

I bought SplinterCell: Double Agent. The game disappointed me. The rating system used on Chaos Theory is gone and the Alarm stages from Pandora Tomorrow are back. I am, seriously, deeply saddened by it.

Well I guess there wasn't a whole lot brewing in the noodle. So I'm going to go sob uncontrollably in regards to the game.

Money-ball

2006-10-16T12:36:00.000-05:00

Well, it's October and that means the Yankees will not be winning another World Series. But a franchise that bought their team will be. So, "Let's go Mets!".

Not a whole lot going on. Wrote a paper, drank some beverage, and even cut some logs. The next SplinterCell game comes out Oct. 24 or so. I am determined to beat Chaos Theory on expert before I pick up the new game. 2 Missions left. Thus far: 97% efficiancy rating. That's all that's going on in the world of the K-man. Peace out y'all.

Grand Scheme

2006-10-03T16:02:00.000-05:00

So, there is no grand scheme for this post. Just updating. I'll make some small talk and stuff before I conclude.

How's it going?
Oh, that's nice.
How are the kids?
To shreds you say.
How is your wife/husband?
To shreds you say.
Anything interesting going on in your life?
That's cool. Well, I gotta get going. Papers to write and other such excuses.
Have a good morning/afternoon/day/evening/night. (choose which the one that suits you)

New Hats

2006-09-21T09:37:00.000-05:00

Not much has "gone down" since I last posted. Seriously, I got a couple new hats, I wrote a moderately large argumentative essay on video game violence and how little of it there is (Mr. Wozniak gave me an "A" for some reason). I've drank some Coke too. Gotta love that stuff. But those are all just secondary reasons to post for I have the Grand-daddy for reasons to post.

I wrote a post a while back about a year ago (okay, 51 weels ago) about deodorant and the crappy names that go along with it. I think that someone from Old Spice read my post about the tragedy that is men's deodorant names. The new scents and names for deodorant have finally hit home. AfterHours and Showtime. Those names are suit me perfectly. I like going to stores and it's my opinion that the best time to see a movie is it' s after hoursshowtime. How do they know me so well? I also enjoy coming home late or after hours for stop lights. They also captured my catch phrase for when it's time write a blog. I yell out as loud as possible, "SHOWTIME!!!!!" It makes my neighbors jump but I write pure gold words.

Great News.

2006-09-10T17:05:00.000-05:00

Maybe the last post was a bit over dramatic. I made a big deal out of nothing. My nephew turned out to be fine. It's not as though he was going to lose his leg or anything (seriously, he wasn't going to lose the leg). So he's fine, it was a rather bad staph infection that caused all the comotion. In better news, the Twins are hot on the trail of the Tigers. A big HAha to the Twins "faithful" who thought they would come nowhere close to the AL Central lead (2 GB). The Hurricanes got their Nat'l championship run started yesterday. The Vikings will start their Super Bowl run tomorrow. And all is looking up in the world of Kranny. What do you think of this hat?

There's this one too.

And I can't forget this one.

Ok the whole site is good.

Peace Peeps!!!

Potentially the Worst Day of My Life

2006-09-05T09:42:00.000-05:00

I don't mean that in any sort of sarcastic or comical manner. I am being serious. Before I begin, I'm going to ask that you all pray for my nephew Aiden (the reason will follow).

Steve Irwin, whom many of you may know as the "Crocodile Hunter" was tragically killed yesterday. A large stingray was what got him. It pierced his heart and killed him seconds later. My family finds it hard to believe that I could care so much about his death, but he was one of my heroes in life. I won't say much more other than he was taken much too soon, but God knows what he's doing.

Second, Miami lost last night. It may seem rather "sick" of me to include this into my bad day, but I love Miami football. It may seem shallow of me to blame it on one guy. However, Miami's quarterback cost them the game. He does not belong as the starting quarterback. Granted, I couldn't go out there and do any better. In fact, I play armchair QB. But he does stink.

Lastly, my nephew Aiden. Yesterday, he had a "pimple" on his leg. So his mom popped it; green stuff oozed out of the sore. She didn't think anything of it (don't say anything I already know what you're going to say). So, he developed a large purple circle around the sore a few hours later. Off to the ER, he went. When he got there, the doctors diagnosed it cellulitis. So, within two hours, they had to send him to surgery. After an hour in surgery or so, they came out to tell us they had taken a 3 in. x 3 in. section of muscle from his leg. And that the purple spot was dead tissue. So, they closed him up and sent him upstairs. Today, they are going to open his leg back up and clean it again. So, I'm asking that you all pray for him. He's only a year old and just celebrated his 1st birthday on Sunday.

2006-08-26T14:02:00.000-05:00

College football season is almost here. We all know what that means. My life disappears on Saturdays and the Hurricanes become my passion once more. Perhaps this year, my hopes for a fifth Nat'l championship will become a realization. But the "professionals" ignore the brilliance of Miami. I need a life.

A New Story

2006-08-21T01:24:00.000-05:00

What goes together better than Coke and football? Aside from the obvious: A large meteor and Florida State. I can't think of anything. (I do not actually wish a meteor would fall upon Florida State, just its football team.) I was doing my hourly check on ESPN.com (serious) for new news in all things sports. I came across a rather humorous advertisement. The point of it was simple; the point was clever, thus resulting in a good advertisement. The advertisement: "Coke, it’s like stealing your best friend's first round pick: Cold but good." It's obviously talking about fantasy football.

To change topics, I changed my template a little. I made it a 'lil darker and less obvious where my allegiances lie in college football . . . Or any college sports. I think it makes me look a tad more sophisticated with my obsession. I have moved on from a juvenile obsession to a healthy love . . . . perhaps not. The little "U"s are still there hinting to what team I am loyal to.

Quick change, Here's a link to a fun game. I like making sand go BOOM!

The Gospel of Kranny

2006-08-16T21:59:00.000-05:00

Well this is not the biblical kind of gospel . . . Rather, more of a root-definition of the word. I WILL finish my degree this year. I am boldly determined. In fact, I am set to take very difficult courses this semester: Choir (because I can't be a band geek.), bowling (because I've always wanted to join the sport of Homer & Fred. Two true athletes.) And the class I've dreaded . . . Advanced Comp. I have to take it eventually; it may have as well be when I am in easy courses.

So, did anyone catch the 1 AM Leno? I discovered my first name is not Richard, Rich, Dick, Rick or any other abbreviated name. It is instead "President". That was a 4th grade question asked to a college graduate . . . I may not be the most popular president but I thought I was one of the most infamous. I've gone from "Richard" to "Ummmmm . . . . . .President?" When did America start the dumbing down process? Oh right! Here.

12 ^2

2006-08-12T10:42:00.000-05:00

I apologize to you all for not posting in a week or so. I've been deep in thought about what to post about. I took a week off work just to think of what to write about. Okay, food poisoning caused me to take the week off . . . But, I was thinking of you all.

In reality, I have no news. But I need to extract a post out of my mind. Let me begin the search. I'll check back in a few days. I can't assure you all it'll be good but it'll be a post with depth to it. See ya in a few days.

Out with the old and in with the . . . .

2006-08-04T09:03:00.000-05:00

New! Yesterday on my way to Virginia, I was thinking. Yes, it was difficult to see the road through all the smoke in the car. What was I thinking about? The current Israeli-Hezbollah situation, How the Republicans can win the state of Minnesota over and re-capture the presidency in 2008, What color I should dye my hair and if my mustache and goatee need to be dyed? While all are good things to think about, the topic I was deep in thought about was CDs. Not about the explicit lyric stuff or anything; rather, how I've really wanted a certain CD and in two weeks, I kick it to the curb for a new one. I own appx. 200 CDs, 60% of which are burned. The sad thing about that fact is that 75% of the songs on those burned CDs are the same songs. But I digress. At one point in time I longed for the new LA Symphony for months, when it came out I listened to it for 2 weeks then I moved on to the new TFK (I still occasionally listen to that one). But a week or so later I moved onto MxPx, Project 86, David Crowder, and Pillar. I still haven't listened to all of those CDs. Which brings me to my contention: I am ADHD in a musical sense. I cannot listen to a CD for 2 weeks without wanting more new stuff. I get bored with my music easily. My prayer is that I grow out of this, however, with the ever-changing sound of music and my insatiable "lust" for good tunes; it looks bleak. K-Man out!

A thought

2006-07-25T10:58:00.000-05:00

I read an article in a newspaper a few years ago about how freedom of speech no longer exists. It was by a self-proclaimed liberal. What an oxy/moron.

My Return

2006-07-22T12:42:00.000-05:00

So upon my return to the realm of blogging, I have nothing new to report. A month has passed. I was laid-off, returned to work, and am now done with work for summer. Granted school doesn't start for another 3 weeks or so, but I need some summertime for me and my sanity. And who doesn't like going out nightly and hanging with people? Not me, and that's for darn sure. I suppose there are people who are wondering what I learned at work in the last 3 weeks. And for the most part; not much. I learned how to use a torch for cutting. I should make $14/hr. I made $8/hr. I was a "slow cutter". I could have cut faster but I chose to cut to my wage. But enough about the end of county road 666 (seriously!!) Summer's here and I've got some fun to catch up on! Give me a call and we'll hang out or something. 929-0642

2006-06-20T20:19:00.000-05:00

A new post! . . . a NEW post! . . . a new POST! No matter how I say it; I just can't seem excited enough for it to seem believable. Which makes me wonder if my mind is too burnt out on blogging ideas or too full of useless knowledge for ideas to bubble to the surface. I've thought about posting on poor actors but the list would be exceedingly long. Thoughts of/on truely great shows
but that list would be far too short. The world of sports was an idea; however, nobody cares too much for my team: the Miami Hurricanes. I think I will be taking another hiatus for perhaps a month or so to gather my thoughts to continue the blog. I will check comments though, please shoot me one or two. See ya in a month!

2006-06-16T09:20:00.000-05:00

I apologize for my absence from the blogosphere. But I've been either in Superior, at work or sleeping. It seems I don't have much time for church other than Sunday morning. It makes me feel bad missing out on so much. Thankfully, I only have 8 weeks of work left. I've learned so much since I've started there. I've learned that running 10-ton cranes is no joke but moving 100-ton cranes is much cooler and even more of a no laughing matter. Running a big Case-loader is a lot more fun than driving a little forklift. But skid-steers are the ultimate machines to run. That being they are the bomb-diggity. Using a chop-saw is kind of fun when you make it fun, but make sure you have neck protection when cutting and smashing magnets; it hurts pulling them out. Soon I will learn how to run a crane-truck and a cutting torch. I look forward to the experience of this summer job offers.

And Eventually

2006-06-04T20:25:00.000-05:00

It must come to this. I will be taking a one week hiatis from blogger. I will be in Superior. I'll still have my phone though. Call me to chat after 6. Thanks. Good-day! 929-0642

Non

2006-05-31T21:07:00.000-05:00

I'm dead. . . tiredLeave me a message.

Results in

2006-05-25T22:13:00.000-05:00

Well my first week at work is over. All I can say is: I'm tired. Manual Labor isn't too bad but the 4:30 wake-ups are. I figure I'll describe my job and where I work.

I work at LTV mine. Not mining; rather, tearing it down. But I don't do the cutting or tearing. I move the metal the cutters cut. I clean the shop yard. I shovel rock, move chain, warn others of impending doom and occassionally pound the living crap out of stuff with sledge-hammers for fun. (In fact, that's been the funnest part of work.) I also seem to spend most of my time taking 100+ lb. pieces of metal and moving into bins on the other side of the yard. It's not too bad, in fact, the worst part of work is the piece of burnt bacon I call a nose. Well, if anyone has anymore questions: direct all questions to my secretary . . . name pending.

Good News Everybody!

2006-05-21T08:03:00.000-05:00

So I have a summer job. I am going to work with my dad. Manual Labor, that's my new title. I think it's Hispanic in origin. However it works out, I'm making $8/hr. It's not much but it's better than $0/hr and watching Star Trek all day.

I got my grades for the semester. "A", "B", "C". The "A" is for Art-eest. The "B" is for Best curler "from Miami". The "C" is for Champion of leg pulling. The Best curler "from Miami" thing was a joke I played on some junior curlers. They asked if I was from Miami considering I wore all Miami shirts and hats. I told them "Yes! Why would I wear Miami stuff if I wasn't from Miami?" I am evil! "Leg pulling?" See last post.

1+3=4

2006-05-17T14:44:00.000-05:00

Wow, it's been so long since I posted with sincerity in my words. Ok, so I've never posted sincerely. But it's okay because someday I will.

I am officially done with the semester! I took my last final today at 8. I was anxious to take it; I showed up 1/2 hour early ( It was not a fear-based anxiety. It was a "I want to get this over and done with" anxiety.) The teacher assumed it would take us an hour or so to finish it. Thirty-three minutes later: I turned in my well written and well thought-out short answer final.

How did I do? I am not expecting much in terms of grades. I didn't devote myself wholly to the class. I only read 2 pieces of literature through the semester. The first and the last; the alpha and omega; the beginning and the end ( to borrow biblical phrases). I didn't discuss much. In fact, I got through discussion by two means: silence and elaborating on what the others said. I wrote the papers, I presented Mark Twain, but I "forgot" to journal. Like I said earlier, I am not expecting to do well.

After the dust settles, I am going to go back and finish up my A.A. But as for now: It's time to drink Coke, watch softball, smell like bonfires, and most importantly, have fun! I look forward to the rest of you joinging me in Summer.

Quick Word

2006-05-15T16:12:00.000-05:00

If you all have never listened to Gospel music, try it. It's awesome. I recommend Hezekiah Walker. I am a little biased though. His CD 20/85 Experience is awesome. Expand your repet'oire a little. It most certainly is great! My brothers* and I love the stuff. If you want to listen to it, just ask and I will hook you up!

*Note: By brothers, I am refering to my black brothers in Christ.

The End?

2006-05-11T15:55:00.001-05:00

I don't have much to say. I am busy studying for my last final next Wednesday. I look forward to summer and dry weather.

Progress

2006-05-08T10:41:00.000-05:00

I have been busy lately. Not just with making sure Morgenholt is safely dead. With stuff that "matters". I thought it'd be nice to share the progress of my final art project: a print.
This is the picture I started with. It's some citrus fruits. 2 blood oranges, 2 lemons, and a grapefruit.

This is the image enlarged and traced out on tracing paper. There is charcoal on the back so I can trace it out on to a piece of plexi-glass and masking tape.

This is the same image. I cut it out using an exacto-knife and "inked" it. I am ready to make the final print. And here it is:
I made some minor adjustments to the fruit. Instead of having 2 blood oranges,2 lemons and a grapefruit; I chose to have 1 lime, 1/2 lemon, 1 orange, 1 blood orange, and 1 ruby red grapefruit. So that's my last art project. This post serves no purpose other than to say I actually have some creativity.

A name

2006-05-06T20:38:00.000-05:00

To my readers:
I chose a new name for my blog. I figure this new name will suit the writings a little more. I will not go into great detail about how I chose the new name. I will, however, say that the suggestions were lacking creativity. I apologize if this offends anyone who suggested a name. Well, I think I have a presentation to get ready for. So leave a me a message.

Your beloved writer,
Richard M. Nixon
(Aaron M. Krancich)

(No Title)

2006-05-01T11:33:00.000-05:00

Today is May 1st and Winter ended about a month ago. Yet, today when I was leaving the school I ran into a teacher from last semester talking to a student (the student who called me "f*#&^$! crazy in early March). I figured that since it is officially Spring here; the comments towards me and my shorts would subside. I was grossly disappointed. I greeted the teacher and he said "Still wearing shorts./? (I couldn't tell if he was asking me or telling me) I said my usual spiel of "Always and forever." As I was walking away I heard him say to the student who called me "f*#&^$! crazy" I was the "Bravest student in the school". The "polite student" agreed. I walked away baffled. I don't know if I am brave or if I am crazed. I still don't know. Perhaps I can seek my answer here. So these are the options.

1. I am Brave; and not crazed. I am one of David's mighty men.
2. I am Crazed. I also am a scared little boy and belong in France.
3. I am Braized. That means I am both brave and crazed (but more bravery than craze). I am also a method for cooking beef.
4. I am Crave; this is a combination of crazy and brave ( I lean a bit more towards crazy here). I also am desired by all. I know I am totally fly and hot but to sat I am desired by all may be a bit much.

So I will leave it to you to dictate to me. I wouldn't know where I'd fit without sounding arrogant. Get commenting, get your parents commenting, get your friends commenting. I still need more names for my blog.

The feared face

2006-04-27T08:23:00.000-05:00

Since I gave my life to Jesus 6 1/2 years ago, I have tried living my life with joy. That means going out and having a somewhat positive attitude. I try and smile and be polite to people. I figure that's what Jesus did and since I am supposed to be like him; it's a good idea. However, I have discovered how hard it is in this area. I worked at Wal~Mart a few years ago and I saw these an aweful lot. The worst was in the morning. They were especially out in the morning. I asked a fellow associate one morning, "Do they give away lemons at the door?" She said no and asked why I was curious. I said, "Because everyone in here looks like they sucked on one or two before coming in."
I noticed the last few days while driving around that these are the same faces that were in Wal~Mart. "Why are these people so mean looking?" "Are the new people on the Range getting scared away from the frowning faces?" "Am I an angry looking guy?" These are the questions that meandered through my head. I came up with the following answers.
1. They lack Jesus and His joy.
2. The people leave because of the Fresh air. They need the smog from large cities.
3. I am fairly sure I'm friendly looking . . . When I want to be.

So, the point of this post is kind of to say: Smile at someone and you may shine a ray of light into a part of their heart that otherwise may never see any light. They may look at you like you just shot their dog but it will stick in their proverbial craw.

And just for some fun. . . Random SWEEEEET pics. ? % & @ * #

The first of 2

2006-04-21T10:01:00.000-05:00

As you can see the first gift I gave to my little blog was a new color scheme in addition to some new "bling"?? The second one comes from you my readers. The Altruism of this blog has ben lacking so what I am willing to do is to let you (my readers) take a turn at naming my blog. It's simple. If you leave a comment suggesting a name it will go into consideration. I figure that way we all get a say in the name of my blog. So I look forward to reading your suggestions. Good day!

The Neglectful Parent

2006-04-19T11:03:00.000-05:00

I am scum! I am putrid. I am the worst parent in the world. I brought my child into the world and have been neglectful to him. On January 15th he was born. I never even wished him a H"appy Birthday." I feel like one of those parents who send their kids to school in burlap sacks and kleenex-box shoes. I have dressed little Nixon in the best colors for him. Yet never wished him anything. So, I will give him a new present soon. . . .

Media

2006-04-15T15:27:00.000-05:00

The liberal media is erasing me from existence. I am at the library (and no I'm not checking out books). I come to my blog to see its wonderfulness. But where is my beautiful Richard Nixon picture? Gone! I am saddened to see that the liberals have taken over a library. . . We all know they fail to learn from History. And that is what a library contains: History. Perhaps they intend to re-write history so conservativism is just a thing of myth and memory. I will not let them win. I think I hear a bottle of white-out calling to me.

Coincidence?

2006-04-11T11:25:00.000-05:00

Over the last few days I have been thinking of some things and began pondering if they are purely coincidence. I will list a few of these "Coincidences".

1. Wife and Life sound remarkably close and are often interchangeable. "Hey Frank, wanna play some basketball on Thursday?" "I need to see what's going on with my life." Substitute wife for life and it still makes sense.
2. It's funny how God is like Cream Soda. . . I need not say anymore.
3. People seem to talk most to you when you have headphones on. . . because clearly you want to be bothered at that time.
4. When you have to get somewhere on time there is always a slow person driving ahead of you until it comes to a yellow-light. They then speed up and leave you stranded at the light (which is now red).
5. The day I actually have my stuff together for class; it is "cancelled".
6. When I plan to stay inside on account of the "rain" I can be out washing my car or cleaning it.

That's all I could come up with. If you have any others; feel free to leave them here. I think I hear my "Wife" calling. (change the words)

2006-04-09T22:05:00.000-05:00

It's funny how God speaks to us through songs. I posted the lyrics to the last song that spoke to me. I will just link to this one. I just says where I am right now. Enough said.

The Way

2006-04-06T09:16:00.000-05:00

This is a song from Chris Tomlin. It describes my goal for the time being. I just love the song. So read on.

Caught in the half-life, I’m caught alone
Waking up to the sunrise and the radio
Feels like I’m tired of, what’s holding me?
Just praying today will be the day I go free

I want to live like there’s no tomorrow
I want to dance like no one’s around
I want to sing like nobody’s listening
Before I lay my body down
I want to give like I have plenty
I want to love like I’m not afraid
I want to be the man I was meant to be
I want to be the way I was made

Made in Your likeness, made with Your hands
Made to discover who You are and who I am
And All I’ve forgotten help me to find
All that You’ve promised let it be in my life

I want to live like there’s no tomorrow
I want to dance like no one’s around
I want to sing like nobody’s listening
Before I lay my body down
I want to give like I have plenty
I want to love like I’m not afraid
I want to be the man I was meant to be
I want to be the way I was made

Ohhhhh
The way I was made
Ohhhh
I want to live like there’s no tomorrow
I want to dance like no one’s around
I want to sing like nobody’s listening
Before I lay my body down
I want to give like I have plenty
I want to love like I’m not afraid
I want to be the man I was meant to be
I want to be the way I was made
I want to be the way I was made
I want to be the way I was made

Aftershave

2006-04-02T21:14:00.000-05:00

I must give credit when it is due. The idea of this post came from Natalie Pearson. I was searching the depths of my mind looking for a topic to post on. I asked for a suggestion and she gave me: Aftershave. I thought after my post about deodorant it'd be a nice follow-through. So here goes . . .

I don't shave often as many can tell . . . and few can not tell. Back to the topic at hand. But when I used to have to shave (for ROTC purposes) I used one in particular called "Wild Range". It was a gift from my grandpa on my 14th birthday. It smelled like something he'd wear. . . not me. Anyway, I did not feel like I was worthy of the term "Wild". I doi, however, live on the "Range" so I felt that part was already fulfilled. I bought into the concept that if I shaved and used it afterwards; I'd grow into the "wild" part of it.
I took a good look inside of myself and noticed a sure lack of "wild" and a diminishing "range" mindset, I moved to Aqua Velva- Glacier. That was a mistake. It made me smell like a cheap, beer-swilling, leisure suit wearing ,comb-over, scuz-ball. I eventually decided that particular aftershave was not for me.
Before my grandpa passed away I asked him, "Grandpa, why do men wear aftershave?" He responded to my question cordially (one of the few times he answered a stupid question with kindness) by saying, "I don't wear it. . . I pawned that bottle off on you."

It's time

2006-03-30T22:21:00.000-06:00

Ok guys, the time has come. It's time to Rock this Party. Let's get out there and start summer. Snow is going and temps are soaring (kind of). And one important part of summer- the seeds start spitting. Let's make this a great summer. If you don't believe me it's summer . . . look outside your window. See . . . .? Almost no snow. Come on, off the couch. Let's go . . . and get this party rocking!
I know this is dumb but I am ready to go for summer.

2006-03-28T08:41:00.000-06:00

See last post.

Family system

2006-03-26T07:54:00.000-06:00

Greetings to my readers. It is a beautiful day today. Granted, it is only 8 AM right now. It's still gorgeous. It's sunny and chilly, and not a cloud in the sky. I thought I would post. I could take pictures of the weather outside but what would that accomplish? You can all look outside and see the wonderful weather. Now go enjoy it. Seriously, go do it. Go on GIT!

Closure

2006-03-23T12:43:00.000-06:00

I think I have finally achieved what I have been questing for: acception. To what? Well, lookie here. I never thought it possible but it's true. This is pretty funny too. Is it me or does this look strangely familiar? I like Coke!

Resolution

2006-03-20T10:16:00.001-06:00

I think I have a conclusion to my dilemma (see previous post). I remembered that Al Franken (remember him? He was on SNL a long time ago. I bet his campaign slogan is going to be: Vote Franken in 2006. He's good enough, he's smart enough and gosh darn it people like him.") is a Democrat. That may be punishment enough. So I thought some more and concluded the best revenge to take is to take no revenge at all. Weak? I know, but I figure that my vote for Coleman will be enough to kick them in the pants. Oh wait, the emails were for Mike Hatch. I am confident people will go to the polls and be like me, "Who is Mike Hatch? Is he the guy who played Charles on 'Charles in Charge'? No, that was Scott Baio. Why isn't he running for office? He's gotta be like 40 now. I'd vote for Charles."

They have to be that dumb.

2006-03-16T23:22:00.000-06:00

So once or twice a week I receive an email from Mike Hatch. Who is it? He's the numbskull who plans to run against my local hero in the next gubernatorial race. I have asked the people who run the campaign to take me off of their email list. No luck. I told them there was no chance in me voting for their joke of a candidate (my words exactly). Still they come. I've told them I'm a super-staunch conservative Republican. And yet, everytime I check my email there their junk sits. Waiting to be beleated. . . Delated. . . deleted. I am all out of ideas on what else to tell them. I've thought of sending them an application to join the RNC.