Craig Biggio-Takin' One For The Team

He has been plunked something like 268 times during his major league career. Talk about leaning into one. I bet he would be a great wingman. He would definately wear one for ya.

Kenny Rogers "assaulted" a camera man and now the incident is getting compared to what Ron Artest did. That's a laugh. Athough he may have been in the wrong I believe it is nothing like what Ronnie did. Ron went into the stands and assaulted a spectator and all Kenny did was throw a camera on the ground and kick it like a 2 year old. At least he didn't break a toe when he was throwing this tantrum. Good lookin' Kenny. He must have been having a bad hair day?

I have a half day tomorrow at work and then on Saturday I depart for Tampa. I am going with 4 girls and one guy...and 2 kids. I hope I have fun. This could be a disaster. We are all sharing one hotel room. The good news is that it is only for one night. We are coming back Sunday afternoon or evening.

My plans for the 4th are still unknown.

Flippin Ceditors

I tried to pay them in January when I had the money. They never called back. Now they call when I am broke and want to give me attitude. I don't handle attitude very well. I made him work and work and work to satisfy my needs. I talked to his manager, his manager's secretary, and some other bitch. I used up 2 hours of his day. All he wanted was to secure a minimal payment and get my bank account information. So I say fax me over a copy of my bill on company letter-head so I know this is legit. I have to speak to his manager again. This is the best deal they can give me. It went from $800 to $700 to $507. In January they were going to settle for $500 even. In January I told him I needed to transfer money from my savings to checking and I would call him right back. I did and he never answered...for a week straight. I left message after message...he wasted my time. So now I wasted their time and a lot of their energy. They tried to make me happy and they did an ok job of it. Nothing to brag about. I negotiated like I was buying a used car, as did they. Finally I said I could not afford the payment plan I initially set up earlier in the phone call and I would need to make 1 payment every 3 months until the balance was $0.00 They said if that were so then the price would go up. I told him he sounded like a reasonable person and that I could tell that by the tone of his voice. I told him that I called them first trying to settle my debt and asked him how many of the people who owe him money contact him 1st. He told me 40% of his "customers" contact him before he contacts them. I found that hard to believe. Remember, I called them in January and this is almost July and they are just now calling back. And I am not a "customer" of his, I didn't buy anything he was selling. So to make a long story short I gave him the run-around for a good 2 hours and then I told him I couldn't afford to pay him anything right now. He asked me if I was aware of the UCMJ which is the Uniform Code of Military Justice (the military law which is different than civilian law) and I told him I was. He said he would have to garnish my wages and that would cost me a lot more money...he can't do that by the way. I told him "Do what ya gotta do, man". And he hung up on me. I laughed so hard. He was furious that he wasted all his time and got nothing. He gave it a valiant effort, but came up empty handed. Poor guy.

Woebegone

I am feeling a bit sorrowful lately. Down, blue, saddened. For what I am not quite sure. I have an idea though. I am an island. Or maybe even like China with a great big wall. I am sick of the Navy. I had a talk with my Master Chief yesterday about whether I should stay in or get out of the Navy when my enlistment is up. I know it is a long way away, but it never hurts to be prepared. I hate people. Just in general. I hate myself. I hate the path I have chosen to walk and the choices I have made. I don't regret it, but that doesn't mean I am happy with it. I love my $6 watch from Wal-Mart. That was a good choice. I hate my job. I hate the rules. The rules are stupid. The people who make the rules are stupid. US Navy Reservists are stupid. People who think that dipping is the same as smoking are stupid. People who won't allow me to dip inside because smokers can't smoke inside are stupid. Ya, cause it is the same thing.

I guess I may be a bit of a nonconformist. Why did I join the Navy? I thought they might be able to straighten me out with some discipline or what not. Nope. The Navy is a joke. Ha frickin Ha. I should have gone to the Naval Academy for college. I could have made straight A's. I know this because of some of the moronic officers that are put in charge of people. The lack of leadership skills or personability or even common sense lets me know this. I hate these fuckers. These are people who would be nothing without the military. Maybe I should have signed up to be a bullet catcher instead. Maybe I could have been put out of my misery by a road side bomb or from starvation because I won't eat the crap they cook up out in the middle of the furthest of easts. I can see myself bursting one day with a fury that no man or even myself will want to see. Rage, animosity, and rancor will pour from every last breath I take and I will do something to get myself into a great bit of trouble. I have to go now.

Onomatopoeia

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How many licks does it take for you to fuck off? Or to get to the center of a Tootsie Pop. I remember playing on the trampoline at my house when I was younger. My cousin, Schlim, and I were play Kung-Fu fighting. I jumped up and kicked at him while he too was in the air and I accidentally made contact with his face which sent him...this is where it gets blurry...either flying off the trampoline or he hit his back on the rail and then flipped off. He was PISSED! I don't blame him for being angry, but I think he tried to fight me afterwards. I can't remember.

I also remember being at his house one time and we were swimming in his pool. I went inside to the kitchen and he came running in the sliding glass door and tried to stop real fast once he hit the linoleum. That didn't work out too well for him. He fell and busted his chin open...bad. I remember waiting around for him to get home from the hospital and when he finally got there I was so damn jealous of him. Yes, he had to get a butt-load of stitches, but he came home with Dr booties and gummy worms and all kinds of cool shit. At that moment I wished that it was me that busted my chin open. I wanted those booties so bad. And the gummy worms because I love me some gummy worms. Kids are weird.

It is always a trip going out with my cousin. Anything can happen when you get the two of us together. Especially when you get the rest of our friends with us. I am just mad that I never got to have the IHOP experience.

What we have here is a failure to communicate

I watched Coach Carter last night. The 2 nights b4 that I watched Hitch and Boogeyman. I went to the grocery store (Target) last night to get some food that was easy to make. IE: Chili, soup, sandwich materials. So, I went down the aisle that said "Canned Meats" to find my favorite brand of canned chili. To my dismay they did not have Wolf Brand Chili. What tha deuce? I literally said out loud, very loud, "you gotta be shitting me". I don't know if it is a Target thing or a Florida thing, but we have got to get this shit resolved. I had to lower myself to buy Hormel which ended up being a tastebud disaster. Fortunately I bought 3 cans of this shit so I can re-live the experience 2 times over. Tonight I am probably going over to Lindsey's house to cook ghoulosh for her and Barbara. They are 2 of my friends who work at medical (the doctor's office). I miss cooking. I actually talked to TG about making ghoulosh last night. He asked me what I was getting at the store and if that is what I was making. He loves it. Everyone who has had it loves it.

I am trying to talk Tim and Marc into coming out here to visit. I need to see if JP would come too. We could go down to Daytona and Tampa, Orlando, and maybe even as far as Miami. I have always wanted to go to Miami. Miami is 354 miles away. Not too bad.

Check out this website. Marc told me about it. www.zombo.com
also www.shooshtime.com www.fark.com www.collegehumor.com
These are all some interesting websites.

I wish I had a computer in my room

I always think of tons of things to write about when I am laying in bed at night. The other night I was thinking about my first real girlfriend. Her name was Kelly Cox. We dated a little over a year. It was from midway through second semester of my Junior year until two days before graduation. I broke up with her because I thoght I was going to be a super star in baseball and I always told myself I would never let a woman get in the way of me and baseball. She had been accepted to SFA which was in east Texas and I had scholarship offers all over the state. SFA had no baseball team. I loved her very much, but not as much as I loved baseball.

We never fought and hardly ever argued. We were the perfect couple. Her parents loved me and mine loved her. Even after we broke up my mother remained in contact with her and I with her parents. We were still great friends and I visited her at school when I had a weekend off. She is now married to a very good man who loves her and cares for her a great deal. I miss her. I miss the way things were and how it all seemed so simple. She would have married me in a heart beat and I know I probably should have asked.

I bought her a sapphire ring for her birthday that cost me around 5 or 6 hundred dollars. She loved it. I worked at a pizza place saving all the money I could. I didn't drink or dip or anything back then so I had relatively no expenses. My car was paid for and my only expense was insurance. I wonder if she still wears it.

I haven't talked to her in a while, maybe 3 months. I had her number in my old phone and then it died. We still caught up on things when we would chat and there was still a closeness there. I need to see what I can do to get her nuumber again.

Hibbity Hobbity

I went and saw Mr and Mrs Smith last night. It was ok. Nothing great...well, besides Angelina. She did look pretty good. When I was leaving the theatre I saw the girl from the car dealership. She recognized me and I said hello. It was strangely comfortable. This girl's mother wanted to buy my car after I had already bought it. She is also the most beautiful girl I have seen in a long long time. She looks like...I think her name is Rebecca Gayheart, the one from the movie Jawbreaker...but she is much prettier than her. I thought she was about 16, but last night she looked much older. She was with a guy who looked about my age and no, it wasn't her father. I just thought it was weird that I saw her again and that she recognized me.

I have started cutting my own hair again. My hand is not as steady as it used to be, but I guess it never really was THAT steady. I did a pretty good job the first time, but this last time I cut it shorter on the sides and that leaves more room for error. It still looks good. Plus, it is tough cutting the back.

The retirement ceremony afterparty was a good time. I drank and played in the pool and then we played pool. I got fairly intoxicated and stayed until about 11:30. Much longer than I expected to be there. I was there drinking for about 8 hours. Good times. It was awesome!!

That Guy is a douche bag.

This is MY journal...read at your own risk

I do not beg anyone to read this site. Any interpretation is your own assumption. Read at your own risk. If you don't like what you read, I am not sorry. It is me. My feelings at the point of the entry. Very few people have this address for a reason. It is a journal. OK, bye now. I have a retirement ceremony to attend and an after party following. Free keg of beer. Cant beat that.

About a Boy

A very good point was brought to my attention that I might live my life similar to the way the Hugh Grant does in the movie About a Boy. He goes by units of time. They are broken down into half hours. For me, it is work- 4.5 units, nap 2-4 units, exercise 2-4 units, TV 1-2 units. I have my routine and I very much dislike varying from it. It is almost like it throws off my inner clock. I f I do not go to the gym, I feel like a fat ass until I do exercise. No where in this is there time for people. I do make time for people other than myself, but I do so regrettably. I have become so self centered and oblivious to the outside world that I have lost control. It is hard for me to get close to someone because of my routine. When I do make plans with other people, for example Emma Cormos, whose little boy adores me...I do it only because I know that I should or that I know I need to leave my room. I do it for the boy who is away from his father for long periods of time and him being around a male who actually plays with him and gives him attention...he just eats it up. It is good for the both of us, but I am quick to retreat back to my quarters. My safe place. I cannot be hurt or hurt anyone else if I have nothing to do with the outside world. It is like I have a forcefield around me. It is almost inpenetrable. Hard to imagine that I, Josh Tips, am now a recluse. Back home it is quite the opposite. I am still active and outgoing...wanting to do things, but here I do not have the luxury of friendship. Or more importantly do not allow myslef that opportunity. It's quite an anomaly. Anyhow, that is me in a nut shell.

I got it...2002 Acura RSX Type S

It is very nice to say the least. It is a greyish gold color. It has brown leather interior w/ a 6 disc in dash CD changer and it is a 6-speed manual transmission. Fast. Fater than Tim's Infiniti G35...doubtful, but it loves to compete. Just like it's daddy. I'm naming it Francois...pronounced Fran-shwah. It's French. Just like Coop. I paid $17,100 for it. Not a bad deal. It has 47,000 miles on it. Very clean.

How have I felt lately? I dont know actually. I haven't really given myself much time to sit back and think. I believe that I repress most of my true or real feelings to avoid dealing with them. I am much more sane this way. I am down to 195 pounds. I think I just lost muscle mass. I have been doing much more cardio than lifting. It seems like when I get to the gym now I am either very motivated or just down right tired. On Wednesdays and Fridays I run 4 miles in the morning and work out in the afternoon and do another 30 minutes of cardio. That might be a contributing factor to my weight loss. I did check the scale and it is correct.

I think that, or even know that my mind is not at peace. It is going through the motions. Very complacent. I do not make the time for other people. Not even the ones I have known all my life. Pathetic.

New Car??

Here's the deal......My car is a 2000 Honda Civic EX and it has 98,000 miles on it. It still runs ok, but it is getting to the point where it might be time to let her go. I went to Lucas Honda here in Jacksonville and looked for new and used cars. They didn't have any used 5 speed EX's or any new ones. They did have the 2005 Honda Civic Si. It is a 5 speed with 167 horsepower. The Civic Ex has 127 hp. The Si gets 29 city and 31 hwy. Not too shabby. It is a hatchback, which is not that appealing to my eye, but with some rims and tires it might not look too bad. One problem with it is the hatchback in itself. With the car I have now, if someone breaks into it they cannot steal my speakers because of the trunk lock that can only be opened with a key. The hatch does not have that luxury...and we all know how people like to take my shit. The good thing about the hatch is that the sound of quality speakers is enhanced by the lack of a trunk rattling and interfearing with the sound. My car is worth about how much I owe on it and I can get a payment around the same as what I am paying now. So, the question is new car...or paid off car in about a year and a half...??? What to do?