I am getting older.  When I was a kid my grandparents and parents would talk about how their arthritis would flare up when the atmospheric pressure changed usually before a storm so they knew when we would have rain or snow.  Well tonight all my injuries are coming back to give me pain.  My knees...the fingers on my right hand...my right ankle...all are swelling and giving me tremendous pain and sure enough the weather forecast says rain tomorrow.  That should be great.  It was at this time last year when we had major flooding. 

Here's your weekly dose of motivation:

Well I hope you found your motivation. 

I think people may have missed my posts or otherwise they are ignoring me.  Here is some random musings in which I made a quiz about me and here are the answers.

And a theological question, am I bound for eternal damnation in the fires of Hell if I tell my pastor that his wife is a thief?

Since not many people saw my last post I thought I would just post my "About Me" quiz and give the results.

1.  How many high schools did I attend?
         a.  1
         b.  4
         c.  2
         d.  None...because I am that damn smart with my Mensa rated IQ
The first high school closed after my first year so I transferred to a different private school.  The first school I attended was just a few blocks from the Mississippi River and in the spring time, after classes, we would go to a train bridge and jump into the river.  Oh and I lived in dorms.  That was quite the experience.  Then in my second school, it was too far away to commute so I first planned with living with the Principal and his wife but a week before school he was killed in a car accident.  The school let his wife finish out the year living in the house that the school provided for the family.  It was right behind the school.  My morning walk was about 10 yards.  Then after that year I moved in with a family that had a horse farm.

2.  What is my favorite band?
         a.  The Beatles
         b.  Led Zeppelin
         c.  Pink Floyd
         d.  Barry Jive and the Uptown Five
If you didn't know that then you never read my Dark Side of the Rainbow post.

3.  Which sports did I play in high school?
         a.  Cross-country, boy's volleyball, golf
         b.  Soccer, basketball, long distance runner for track
         c.  Football, wrestling, baseball
         d.  Sports have no place in our modern society
I played offensive and defensive line in football as well as a little running back.  I didn't wrestle all four years.  Winter became my strength and conditioning training season.  Baseball, even though I sucked, was so fun.  It's the national past-time.  I played first base and pitcher.

4.  Which of these sports do I consider legitimate?
        a.  NASCAR
        b.  Bowling
        c.  Poker
        d.  Synchronized Swimming
Yes, I do.  You need stamina and brains to play that sport competitively and all you need is a deck of cards, some chips, and a few friends.  You don't even need chips.  I played a game the other night with a few people with spare change.

5.  Which of these was NOT one of my nicknames?
       a.  Tiny
       b.  Tank
       c.  Mom
       d.  Wurm
Yes that was pretty obvious.  They called me Tiny because I stood 6'4"/5" and weighed a few pounds in high school.  I guess you might say I was a monster, in fact one of my football coaches did call me Monster which sort of was a play on my last name.  I was also called Bester another play on my surname.  Tank was from football because I ran through people and over people.  I once was called for a personal foul because the kid that I blocked tried to hit my jimmy-jammer and he paid.  I floored him and as he was catching his breath on the ground I took a few steps on him.  I was stupid and did this in front of a ref.  Wurm comes from a guy at college who just one day after watching Friday with me just started calling me that name.  It caught on and some people knew me by that nickname and never did know my given name.

6.  Which of these is my favorite high school memory?
      a.  A professor for the better half of a semester called me Lucas, the name of an African American student
      b.   During my supervised piano practice, the checker lady hit me with her cane because I wasn't practicing despite having a cast on my hand.
      c.  The night when we locked the dorm supervisor off our floor and turned the hallway into a giant slip and slide
      d.  Winning the Dairyland Conference title in football
      e.  Playing in a state championship football game despite losing 55-14
      f.  Living away from my parents during all four years of high school
      g.  "Borrowing" the former principal's keys and streaking through the school late at night much to the chagrin of some female teachers doing late night preparation
      h.  All of the above
      i.  None of the above
At that first high school, teachers with over five years teaching experience were called professor.  It was strange to be a freshman in high school and address my teachers as professor.  If they didn't have that experience they were called instructor or tutor.  The tutors also served as dorm supervisors.  Part of the curriculum at that school was piano.  Piano was mandatory for everyone except seniors.  Instead of study halls we had free periods where we were free to roam the campus.  We started the year with 2 free periods a day but after the first week they assigned us a daily practice period for piano.  We went into these tiny rooms and had to practice.  They had a little old lady walk around the halls monitoring making sure everyone was practicing.  Well I had broken a few bones in my right hand from an errant pitch in baseball so I couldn't practice.  Well the checker came by and opened my door and asked why I wasn't practicing.  I showed her my cast and she said that wasn't an excuse and hit me, not hard, with her cane.  Part of the fun of living in a dorm was that all my male classmates were in the same building with me.  One night our tutor had the night off so some people went to work.  They blocked the entries to our floor with mattress.  The stack was to the ceiling.  The dean of the school came in and was shouting that he was about to call the police to break up our party.  Well he did and the cop they sent in was like 6'8" and weighed about 400lbs.  He ran at the stack of mattresses and knocked them down.  We got in trouble and could only leave the dorm for meals, class, athletics, and church services.  I already explained living away from home and the back story of the principal.  Well he had his office in the house and his wife didn't touch anything.  So there sat his keys.  Me and two other guys took that lived in the house took the keys and went streaking through the school and there were a couple of single lady teachers that night.  They never reported anything but one was my English teacher and she asked if I had fun the night before.  Oh and nothing in this world is as exciting as playing at Camp Randall.  My damn knees made sure that I wouldn't get to play collegiate football but the high school experience was enough.

7.  I have done extensive coaching in my life, which sport(s) have I NOT at one point coached:
     a.  Football
     b.  Weight lifting
     c.  Track
     d.  Softball
     e.  Baseball
     f.  Cross-country
     g.  Volleyball
     h.  Soccer
     i.  Basketball
Yes...all those sports I have coached.  The high school where I taught offered a competitive weight lifting team and I drew the short straw so I coached.  I can't remember any of my coaching records except volleyball.  My career coaching record is 30 wins and 7 losses.

8.  Where was I born?
    a.  Under a bad sign
    b.  Down to the crossroads
    c.  at a hospital
    d.  The stork brought me
Although I think the first two could be true.

9.  Which of the following cars have I NOT owned?
     a.  Pontiac Bonneville
     b.  Chrysler Concorde
     c.  Chevy Blazer
     d.  Ford Reichswagen
I refuse to drive Fords because of Henry Ford's connection to Nazi Germany.  I burned up the engine in my Pontiac.  I had a leak in an oil part and I didn't know and it leaked while I was at work and on the drive home my engine just burned up.  I hit a deer with that car.  My Concorde, I had it for two weeks and I hit a deer that came running out of a high school parking lot...the same high school that during the last week had to keep the students indoors at recess because there was a black bear spotted on school grounds.  I almost hit another deer with the Concorde but I missed and flipped it off a 30 ft cliff and it was 2 days before my 22nd birthday.  Then my Blazer, well I hit a deer in the ass and it broke my bug guard. 

10.  Alan Rickman is ____________________
     a.  Underrated
     b.  Overrated
     c.  Who the hell is Adam Rickman?
Actually I just threw that in last night because the name was brought up in Family Guy.  He plays Severus Snape in the Harry Potter movies.

I had some more questions but I think I will pass since I am in the mood for story-telling.  I answered a question over on Mancouch a few days ago and I think fewer people saw that than my last post.  The question asked, "What was your most gruesome injury?"  I had to tell the story of a guy nicknamed One-Nut.  He wasn't always nicknamed One-Nut.  One night we were playing on my grade school's playground.  He was goofing off on the tire swing.  He was swinging it so hard because he wanted to flip it over the cross post.  Well no matter how hard he tried he couldn't get it over.  He gave up and and started doing some weird dance on the tire.  He grabbed the chain that connected the tire to the cross-post and he wrapped himself around it as to hug the chain-link.  All of a sudden he started whimpering and the whimpering led to full blown blood curdling screams.  His sac was pinched in the chain-link and he couldn't get loose.  He was pulling and we were just standing there in awe.  He's screaming and trying to pull his nut out.  Somehow the chain went under his shorts and was pinching his most tender area.  He was crying and finally he pushed with all his might and ripped himself out.  Yes, ripped.  He grabs his crotch and starts running, more like waddling.  We didn't know what to do.  The school was closed and there was no one around.  He didn't have far to go.  He lived less than a block away.  If that isn't bad enough, his little sister was at the playground too.  She didn't follow her brother right away.  She picked out his testicle from the chain-links and calmly carried it home.  The next day the chains were covered with a plastic tube and we were warned never to stand on the tired swing.  To this day I do all I can to avoid tire swings.

Now that kid has problems.

So I hope you didn't fall asleep or regurgitate.