Message: Hey Sherry!

I got a message from Ty- He is starting a new game.. Wanna play?
I'm a big fan of youtube and while i was checking out a couple of videos, i came across a video that was TAGGED. TAGGED is a a game some youtubers play to get to know one another. If your TAGGED you must answer 5 or + questions the person who TAGGED you sent you, and you have to answer it on your blog.

I thought it would be really cool to do the same TAGGED game on blogstream. If your interested, here are the rules:

RULES:
1. Title of the TAGGED blog must be, TAGGED #1: 5 Random Facts.
2. Must answer the questions sent to you and tell who tagged you in your blog.
3. Cannot tag someone who already tagged you or tag someone twice.
4. Must send the SAME questions the people who tagged you to the person you are tagging. (CANNOT CHANGE THE QUESTIONS!!!).
5. Please restate the questions before answering.
6. Please notify tagger if you don't want to participate.
7. Can only tag one person
8. Please copy and paste the rules and questions to whoever your tagging
9. Have fun!
10. You must state who you are tagging next in your blog.

QUESTIONS:
1. Why do you blog?

I was in a fog when I decide to blog.
I had a wish to write
ajournal of my daily expense,
to life's sweet wistful plight.
I was never ordained with religion's belief,
so I took these two fingers and typed.
And here I am, just a minimal man,
I hope you like my tripe! (never try to rhyme with "typed")

2. Scariest moment in your life?

We were playing under the grand stands at Bracewell Satdium. it was 'pitch' black, I mean 'pitch'! We scooted along a wall, to cross to the other side, the ground went almost straight down. Suddenly, I'm hanging on this wall, with nothing beneath me, in 'pitch black'! I went into a panic. (I have acraphobia). I couldn't feel any ground beneath me. I was hanging onto the wall, with who knows how high a fall. I handed my way back. For some reason, that experience was always a trauma for me. Gee, this is like head therapy!

3. Top 5 songs on your iPod? (if you don't have an iPod, just give your 5 favorite songs)

Summertime Blues by Eddie Cochran-1958
China Grove by The Doobie Brothers-who knows the year-I was stoned that decade.
Well-all right by Buddly Holly-1959
Syncronicity by the Police-?
The Boxer by Simon & Garfuckel

4. What are your interests/hobbies?

hobbies are trying to stay alive! I love writing. Gardening- I do have a small garden this year, which is a small victory!

5. What do you hope to accomplish in the next 5 years?
This year, I'm hoping to get my book, "The Minimal Man" published. Id' also like to publish some poetry. God, how gay!

Lets try and get 20+ Blogstreamers playing! For an example of what your "TAGGED" blog post should look like, go to my page.
I forgot who tagged me! I think it was Sherry? But, I'm gonna tag somebody. I'm really gonna tag somebody, so look out!
Joseph

So it’s February, 2008, and my doctor finds a “spot that is more prominent” than it was in last year's tests. Hey folks, it’s CT scan, ex-ray, and PET scan, time! Yes, it is there again, in the same area where the left Adrenal gland use to be. Some people will rent to anybody! I dwelled on the horror of the past.
“My God, I’ve got it again!”

"Mr Coleman, we have a problem,' my mind said. "Troops are massing around the left kidney again. It appears they don't seek peace." I look at it, seriously.
"Okay well, there is nothing we can do but negotiate a settlement."
"Sir, the last time we tried, we couldn't get through. His attorney is not accepting out calls.
"Did you try 'Him"?"
"Well, no sir, he never negotiates!"
"Get "him for me, I'll talk to him."

Hello, my friend, nice of you to drop in.
It has been seven years since we last talked.
You are always such a dependable sin.
I can not know of your return,
intelligence being what it is; but, can we walk?
I see you as a challenge to my continuing.
Your craft has an element of crime to it;
but look, I wanna live, that is my only desire.
You always bring the bad news of life, from your asylum.
How many games do I have to play until we both wear down?
I am very tired.
No, I’m not angry, I just don’t understand you.
I wish only, for a peaceful coexistence.
But, I know why you do this. You are not fooling me.
You come to us with your violence and dread.
You love the fear you bring, and all of its traps, reaping.
But the pain I have endured has sent me to the Cathedral.
You are driving me to good. You knew that, didn’t you?
Because of you, I have found an inner peace.
I now see the Nature of all of this.
I guess that’s why the air heals my body,
the water cleanses my soul,
and the earth seems to need me.
I am a gardener; I understand the earth.
It is you, who brought that light to me.
Oh, I understand the time.
The time is so little, yet oh so much!
Time doesn’t matter, when you embrace it.
It is full of second, a very long time itself.
Each, and every, child of time is an eternity.
Each drop of water is a world.
On each piece of the dirt, is a massive convolution of life!
It was you, made me realize that.
For this, I love you.
So I have found something, and I want so, to stay.
Can’t I just, ‘be’?
Can’t I just, ‘be’?

EARTHQUAKE?
“What the hell was that?”
Those very words were spoken by millions of people across the heartland, on Thursday morning, at about 4:30 am. We felt a little shake back in the 70's, from a quake that ran through the St Louis fault line. But this, this was a genuine 5.2 rumble that went all the way up to Minnesota! This isn’t suppose to happen around here. The size and quaking was what was different in this one. We had a genuine “California-like” earthquake. What’s going on, God? Are you angry at us? Is it me? I didn’t mean to insult you in any way! Hey, I’ll wear the damn sandals!
Did anyone else feel that? Whoa daddy, that was earth anger!

After several days of frustration over
the General and the Ambassador to answer
the question, "How do we "win" the war",
this:

"If no one can define winning this war,
just who do we expect to surrender!"
-Respresentative Ron Paul of Texas.

BTW, my Zen quote for the day is:
"Lovely snow flakes, they fall nowhere else."
Joe

Now, this is pretty nasty, but hey, the Dixie Chicks were gonna kill Earl! They started this shit so don't blame me! Anyway, I wrote a nice country song for you folks. I love this shit!

I’ve never been what you would call lucky
I ian’t never pulled an Ace from the pile
but the day that I first saw you,
I thought my losin’ was through
I could see it in your sweet toothless smile

it’s been a while since I been workin’
I need some money to make me stay that way
you’re workin’ hard and that’s so fine
and at night you’re doin’ mine
the way you go just blows my night away

Oh, I coulda’ stayed a serial killer
I was seein’ the country, at least I was free
when you got your big mouth
around my baby, wow!
I couldn’t ask for more than you for me!

but now things have gone bad in our little love nest
you complain about me sittin’ round all day
baby if you don’t stop
I’ll get a knife and chop
you into pieces and flush your ass away

I never been the kind a guy to complain
about my woman bitchin’ to her man
I got the carpet here
to roll your body dear
you’ll be lookin’ at the walls of my Chevy van!

Oh, I coulda’ stayed a serial killer
I was seein’ the country, at least I was free
I’m tired of your big mouth
I’ll send you way down south
what’s gonna kill you babe, is killin’ me!

So, what do you think? Do I have a hit?
Will Tobie Keith like it? I need some damn money!