Girl sends 14,528 texts in one month!

Really? 14,528 in 30 days? See for yourself.



To me this is a bit disturbing. Even worse this girl is 13 and the dad's solution is she can't text after dinner time. Yeah.
A few years back I worked with a girl and she informed me she sent around 5,000 texts per month. That is around 161 texts per day (the girl in the video sent around 484 per day). Anyway, when she told me that, it blew my mind.

Doesn't anyone talk to each other anymore? There's comfort in hearing a voice on the other end of a conversation.

Some might say, "but Jeremy, you send text messages." I do. My phone keeps track of my last 500 texts, which dates back to September 23rd. If you do the math, that's slightly more then 4 texts per day. And my last text was 6 days ago. That's not calling the kettle black.

Anyway, I get it. Texting can be good for some things. It's a quick way to say something without needing a whole conversation. But don't make it your main form of communication. Gosh.

Tune into Jeremy's Forum next time for more venting. Same Bat time, same Bat channel.

Dumb and Dumber or Eric and Timo

Eric and Timo love the movie, "Dumb and Dumber." They always go around imitating the DVD cover.
Harry and Lloyd journey to Aspin "where beautiful women instinctively flock like the salmon of Capistrano."


In Eric's attempt to make a silly face, it turned out more like a psycho face. Still funny though.

Lost picture

I've taken thousands of pictures over the past few years. The pictures I really like I either upload onto my Webshots account or I keep on my computer somewhere so I can have them handy any time I want to look at them. The thousands of other pictures that don't make it onto Webshots or a permanent folder on the computer is stored on CD-Rs. I was going through some of those CD-Rs recently and somehow this picture fell through the cracks of my flawless system.

Eric is only 18 months old here. This picture was taken in April 2003 at Uncle Brent's house in Tacoma, Washington.

Isn't he cute!?!

(Click picture to enlarge)

Water please

So, last Tuesday I became a member of Golds Gym. It has nothing to do with a New Years resolution, it's just a coincidence. Along with Golds Gym I decided to cut down drastically on soda pop/energy drink/other drinks harmful to my body. And by "cut down" I mean quit cold turkey. This is an endeavor I embarked on in 2006. In 2006 I went about 8 or 9 months without a sip of pop. The catch was I drank a buttload of Full Throttle while I went "pop free."
This time I'm cutting out the Full Throttle and most other drinks. It's been a rough week because of it. In fact I've hardly shaved. Now my drink of choice is water. Plain ol' water. Don't get me wrong, I like water. But last night when I was eating my homemade cheeseburger I constantly fantasized about a drink with some flavor. Some may ask why I would deprive myself of such delicious drinks? It's simple really. I've never been so good with self discipline and I have a turtle like metabolism. Mix that with being part of a family where the men suffer from heart disease and you have a recipe for disaster.



Now it's been a week straight with just water, minus two cups of hot chocolate and a drink of milk this morning. It's been difficult but I'm already noticing some small changes. Nothing like when my brother Brent cut out caffeine and completely shifted the Global Economy.

Anyway, I've already noticed changes like slightly more money in my wallet.
My energy level is up.
My pee doesn't look like solid gold anymore.
It doesn't feel like I constantly have a pot of acid brewing in my stomach. Which means I get a lot less stomach aches.


Believe me, Mountain Dew and energy drinks taste like liquid heaven but feeling better is a much better reward. Hopefully, I can get to a point where I can enjoy "liquid heaven" without over indulging. But for now I have to test my will power.

A new delicious drink

First of all, Happy New Year!


Many people like to party and get drunk on New Years Eve. Others might stay home and watch Dick Clark and drink some wine. Not us. We're a little different. Becka tried a different kind of drink...thanks to a ridiculous amount of peer pressure from me.





One of our goldfish died so I dared and dared Becka to eat it raw. Next time it's my turn. I'm pretty sure after that we'll stick to eating snapper.