Mister Pibbles

Be Back Soon.

2005-02-27T00:54:00.000-05:00

Okay, I'll be back in a couple months.

YAY

2005-02-25T16:20:00.000-05:00

Tests completed. Next up....finals. Woohoo.

Action Packed Weekend

2005-02-13T22:22:00.000-05:00

Hooray for an awesome time in Florida. Such a great time. I knew it was going to be fun when I got on the plane and when we started taxiing I buckled my seat belt into my...pants belt (the buckle is a car seat belt). I looked up at Andi and we are both chuckling because it just might fit....then it does *CLICK*, then both our faces turn to "OH CRAP!!" I know we both had the same thought run through our heads, "What if it doesn't unbuckle!!". Well thankfully it did, but I know I'd laugh if I walked onto a plane and saw a pair of pants stuck in a seat. When Scoot picked us up and we were heading back to his place he came up with something to do the next day. "Hey guys, I was thinking...There is a clam chowder cook-off going on tomorrow so I was thinking maybe we could all go and see what that's like." .....dead silence.....then Andi says in a shaky voice, "....cool...." God bless him, I knew the ladies didn't eat shell fish and I thought it was so funny that they didn't just come out and say so but instead tried to sound excited about it. But my laughter ruined their attempt and I called them out. Too funny.

Universal Studios was a complete blast!! On our way back to the parking lot we were all exhausted. We walked through the City Lights (if that's what it's called), where after the park closes all the bars and restaurants open up and dance music is blaring from all the speakers and people run around like idiots......or gay guys. Yep, we are nearly to the garage and this guy was skipping towards us. But regardless of what song was playing, this guy was definitely singing "It's Raining Men" and skipping with all his might. Of course he bounds right by me and says a few words I hope I forget real soon. And what do Andi and Tamrar do? Yep, they keep walking and say "You're on your own." I'm glad I can rely on Andi and Tamrar to bail me out when I'm paralyzed with fear. But anyway, hanging out with Scoot was awesome as always. I love the fact that we find tiny things completely hilarious. I'm glad that we all had the time to spend hanging out with him. It was hard leaving, it sucks having only a short time to hang out with a friend and then go back to the grind with one less person to share the good times with. So basically what it boils down to is, Scoot needs to come home.

Last Workday Before Visiting Scoot

2005-02-09T19:17:00.000-05:00

Alright, so today rocked. I woke up a little early before work so I kind of took my time getting ready and stuff. I felt extremely mellow. Then I go to work and when I get there everybody is running around trying to get things done and a couple of them are grumpy from all the craziness. I was on dishes and I only had to work three hours anyway so my mood got better. Then I go in back and I see Sandii (yes two i's...she's wierd), she always brings in little things for people to snack on whenever she works. Today she brought in some hershey's miniature candybars and some cadbury's heart-shaped chocolates with carmel in the center. Oh yeah, things are getting better. I go out and grab me up a cup of drink to wash down all the junk food I'd inevitably eat. I notice there weren't many dishes to do, and everybody seemed fairly set on the dishes they had available so here I am taking my sweet ol' time. People were running around me trying to get things done and here I am munchin' on stuff and drinking drink with an enormous satisfied grin on my face. Just as I was thinking about getting some dishes washed one of the managers-in-training came back and said "Hey Josh, (that's my real name) we may need you to do something for us in a bit." "Okay, that's cool." I walk out front to see what they needed to be washed first and then the manager said "We need you to go to Meijer's for some Ceasar dressing because we are totally out and won't get anymore until tomorrow." "HECK YEAH!!" So I head over to get the dressing and on my way there I see the Oscar Meyer Weiner-mobile in a parking lot!!!! WOOOHOOOO, I was so excited. Unfortunatly I left my cell phone at home otherwise I'd go make the driver take pictures of me.....you know....standing next to it with my chest puffed out, in the drivers' seat, taking a bite out of it.....But no cell phone, but I didn't let that ruin my excitement. I've only seen it one other time, January 16th 1998 on Rt.4 on my way to the dentist. Even the second time I saw it I screamed like a little girl at a New Kids On The Block concert. So anyway, I make my way to Meijer's and I go in and get distracted.....yep I made it as far as the fish tanks. Wiggling my finger like I'm tickling them "Hey feeshie feeshie." Giant hot dogs, feeshies....distractions everywhere. Then I remembered I was there for a purpose. Hmm...but what was I there to get? Oh yeah, dressing. So I go to the produce section and walk around aimlessly as guys normally do in grocery stores. I had to stop and ask for directions. Then I found the dressing and realized I forgot a basket, so I had to go all the way back to the front, then all the way back and grab it all. I got back in the car and realized I was gone for almost 40 minutes so I started back. Yes, I could have gone back to work "the quick way" but then I wouldn't be able to see the Oscar Meyer Weiner-mobile again. I didn't even get yelled at when I got back, it was awesome. I spent 2 whole hours washing dishes and snacking on Mr Goodbars....mmmmm. Today was a really fun day.

Almost Late For Class

2005-02-09T01:38:00.000-05:00

Okay, so about two weeks ago after Bible study was finished at Emerge I walked around the lobby to read all the fliers and stuff. I read one that was about a prophetic school series. It said it would be about teaching and knowing God's voice. Well I figured that would be cool and I was interested in checking it out. Well I went to the Vineyard about an hour or so early and stayed in the car to get some quiet time in. Afterwards I went inside and continued to read my Bible. I saw Cherry and Rich standing around so I went over to talk to them. I asked what they were up to, assuming they finished practicing for Sunday worship, and they told me that thier Tuesday small group decided to check out this class. I had completely forgot that the prophetic school thing was this Tuesday. So she said I should go too. So I did. I'm totally glad I went to Emerge early today because the prophetic schoolong class started at 7 so if I came to Emerge on time I would have missed it completely. It was an interesting class and the guy leading it referred to scripture and made it really simple. His point being that prophecy is a gift from God, and not to be confused with new age crap and what not. That the Holy Spirit gives us this gift which can come in different ways. Be it dreams, visions, or just sort of "knowing" something about a situation or person. He referenced Ephisians 1:17-18 and 1 Kings 18:41-44. He talked about how even little things, though they may not seem prophetic, can inspire hope in somebody to rekindle thier spirit in some way which can serve God's purpose. Other than that he spoke of life experiences and stuff. Before class was let out everybody stood in prayer with our hands held out in front of us. It was pretty cool, while I was praying with my hands open in front of me...it felt like I was holding two basketballs, wierd I know. But it was like I was actually holding something. My arms moved with my breathing and it just felt like what I was holding seemed to give resistance. Wierd to explain I guess. It was just a strange experience. It is a once a month class, I'm going to go to the next class too. Lately I've been noticing a lot of things that God has been doing, and wondering about things that happen often and how I can use it to serve God's purpose. Anyway, it's super late and I'm sleepy.

g"night

Devil Won't Ruin My Lunch!!

2005-02-03T21:01:00.000-05:00

When I got to school all the free parking was closed off so I had to park in the garage. I only had a ten and a twenty in my wallet so I figured I'd go down to buy a Sobe or something like that to wet my whistle and to get change for parking before I met up with Tamrar's dad for Discilpleship 101. Well I go downstairs after history class was finished and as I was walking into the cafeteria I realized I was starving. I remembered that the last time I was down there to get some food was when I had class with Alycia over summer. We would always get some wraps and chips and a drink. It totally reminded me of all the times we went down there and I couldn't keep myself from smiling as I walked in, it was great. There was this one time when Alycia and I went to get some food. I ordered a Southwestern Chicken Wrap.

I told the lady, "I'll have one of those."

"what kind of tortilla?"

"Hmmm, I'll have the Tomato one."

"Spinach?"

"Tomato please."

"Spinach?"

"Tomato."

"Spinach?"

"Spinach, yes....I'll have spinach."

I turn around and notice Alycia's face is red because she was tyring to hold back her laughter. But it turned out great and I loved it, every bite I took I told Alycia how awesome it was, of course she wanted to try it, but I didn't let her because it was just too good to let go. It was a specialty wrap so they changed it to a different one every day and I never had another one since. So anyway today as I was walking into the cafeteria I thought to myself, "hmm...if they have one of those Southwestern Chicken Wraps I'll snatch me up one of those babies! Heck yeah I will!" Boy did God bless me today, I turn the corner to see what they had and BLAMO there it was on the sign. I nearly drooled on myself. I ordered one and believe it or not, the lady let me have a tomato tortilla!!! I was so excited. I grabbed some SunChips and a Sobe to complete my favorite lunch from summer. I go to pay for it and the lady rung me up and it the total flashed on the screen for a split second.... $6.66 The second the lady saw this she said.

"oooooh, I rebuke you in the name of Jesus!"

"Yeah, me too!"

She rung everything up again and I payed $6.65 :) yay!! I went right to my car to eat and I called Alycia to share my excitement. Hooray for great days, great people, and little things God does to make us smile.

Easy Target

2005-02-03T01:14:00.000-05:00

Well, because of the snow tonight Andi, Tamrar, and myself decided to just hang out at Tamrar's house instead. It was great, Andi was going crazy she had way too much energy to be cooped up in a house. When she got there it took her about five minutes before she said, "I've been craving chocolate all day, can I have some brownies!!??" Well, they did have brownies but Tamrar came up with making no-bake cookies and of course Andi's eyes opened really wide. No-bake cookies woohoo. So while Tamrar and her mom are making the chocolate goop Andi is dancing all over the kitchen. I'm surprised she wansn't sweating and I wasn't so sure about letting her have too much sugar. Tamrar joined in the dancing so Sue and I tried to dodge them while we took over stirring the goop. We ended up calling Scott to find out what channel the super bowl would be on and here's Andi in the kitchen, her hands on the counter and her feet walking up the wall accross from her holding herself off the floor. The cookies turned out great, we got to talk to Scott for a while and that was great, and Andi got her fix so that was great. The rest of the night we hung out and talked, it was a really relaxing evening, well for me at least. While we were talking I noticed that sometimes Andi would start breathing heavily like she just ran around the house ten times. What goes up....must come down, and this holds true to Andi's energy level. By the time we left she seemed pretty sleepy, as we walked out to go to our cars I decided to scoop up some new snow and lob a little snowball at her. It was one of those dinky ones that weren't packed hardly at all, well she decided to throw one back. Then the war began. Well....it wasn't really a war, it was more like a massacre. She can be quick....sometimes. She did hit me with a couple snowballs. I could just tell you that I'm an elite snowball thrower and that Andi is an easy target......but to keep Andi's feelings from getting hurt we'll just blame it on her sudden loss of energy. It was so much fun, I threw a snowball at her and it nailed her in the chest, luckily her coat is well padded. I'm just glad she didn't even think to duck or it might have smacked her right in the face then I would have felt terrible. Then we realized Tamrar and Kim were staring at us the whole time. Spoo!

Odin Strikes Again

2005-01-26T15:29:00.000-05:00

My dog totally rocks. He always makes me laugh so hard. The other day he needed to go outside so I opened the back door to let him out. I didn't go outside with him, not only to offer privacy but it was pretty cold out. I see a big cardboard box sitting between our yard and the neighbors yard. Of course I knew this would totally freak my dog out. So I just watched. It was so funny. He was sniffing around and all of a sudden the wind blew and moved the box. It instantly grabbed his attention and he whipped around and started barking. Of course the box stopped trying to sneak up on him, so he just gave it one of those "You're darn right you better stop." kind of stares. Then the wind blew again and moved the box and Odin ran to the door. He stood at the door barking at the box like, "WHAT NOW HUH? WHACHA GOT ON THIS SUCKA?" Then the box came a bit closer and Odin tried to run inside but the door was shut, and I was on the otherside laughing at him. I realized time was growing short and he still needed to go potty. So I slid the door open and since he was still barking at the box hoping to scare it away, I had to yell over him to try and get him to go potty. GO POTTY!! BARK!! GO POTTY!! BARK!! GO POTTY!! BARK!! GO POTTY!! BARK!! It was pretty funny. My grandmother was inside laughing at us both.

Then this morning I was getting ready for work and I passed my parents room, Odin was sleeping next to my stepfather and awwww he was covered up by my stepfathers button up shirt, how cute. Anyway some guy knocked on the door and of course Odin jumps up barking. He somehow got his nose into the sleeve of the shirt when he stood up and then tried to walk forward but stepped on the shirt forcing the sleeve tighter around his face. He had no clue what was going on. He started freaking out because each time he tried to walk he stepped on the shirt and it forced his face down, the sleeve kept getting tighter, and a new friend was knocking at the door. He tried swinging his head back and forth but he was standing on the shirt so he couldn't fling it off, he was getting really frustrated by the whole situation and started flailing around even more frantically. I was paralized with laughter and couldn't help him out. I couldn't have asked for a better morning.

Emerge Recrooter

2005-01-25T23:56:00.000-05:00

Welp, before I left Emerge tonight I talked with Jackie about how we only have these tiny little fliers. Don't get me wrong, they are really nice and the person/people involved in making them did an awesome job.......but. It came up that Steve was the main guy who has been stopping people and offering information about Emerge and stuff, and handing people the new fliers. I mentioned to Jackie that Steve may stop a person, maybe a couple people at a time but while he is talking to them a few more might walk right on by without ever hearing about Emerge. I also told her that whenever I'm there I never see anybody advertise Emerge, all the Emergents hang out with Emergents. I'm not saying it isn't done, but I've never seen anybody other than Steve recruit noobs. So I proposed setting up the Emerge board and have people stand around it and offer fliers to people as they walk in/out.

Jackie said, "That's a great idea! You should do it!"

"...Yeah....somebody should totally do that."

Then I said we should get some Emerge t-shirts made for them to wear so people know who to go to if they have questions about our group.

Jackie said, "That's a great idea too!! You should do it!"

"...Yeah...somebody should totally do that..."

So I ran over to John and asked if he could email me the Emerge "E" logo and told him why and he grabbed me by the shoulders and said "AND YOU ARE GOING TO BE THE ONE IN CHARGE OF IT ALL TOO???!!!???"

"well....I didn't....I mean I.....it's just that....hmm...yeah...I will."

So, now I gots plans. Print out some stuffs to show John and Caleb get the ones they like and do some silkscreening for some t-shirts, and since the Emerge board looks like it was done with a marker I'll see if Kinkos can print one out so it looks all nice and purdy. Woohoo John just emailed me the logo so when I get some time after my tests on Thursday I'll work on it. aww....who am I kidding, I'll put off studying and tinker with it. This should be tons o' fun!

:)

Sledding

2005-01-22T16:20:00.000-05:00

Okay, so last night Andi, Tamara, and I all went sledding. It was awesome, it was the first time I have gone sledding in years. It was so much fun. I think one of the best parts was hitting the bumps that were so sudden they jarred my brain and as I recovered it was really cool finding out if I was really spinning out of control or if it was because of hallucinations due to brain trauma. One time we all three decided to go down holding onto each other's sleds, Tamara was to my left and Andi was to my right. Halfway down the hill Tamara was in danger of hitting one of those bumps. So I tried to pull her back so she could kind of rotate behind me and miss it, and after the bump I was planning on trying to pull her next to me again....but nope, Tamara had other plans. My hand was yanked from the handle of her sled and the next thing I hear is Andi saying, "What the heck!?!" Yep, Tamara went behind us and somehow managed to get on the other side of Andi.....and even though she went BEHIND Andi and I, she did something to get more speed and started to beat us down the hill....BACKWARDS.....LAUGHING AT US!!! She was totally taunting us. I don't have a clue how she did it, but I am still amazed at her sledding skills. Before we left we had to get in our "Last Good One". Again, Tamara on my left and Andi on my right. Since we only had one shot to make our last ride down the hill the best one that evening.....we screwed up, had to stop, and start over. Round two of the "Last Good One". It started off well enough. Until I hit one of those bumps again. It was a good one too. I popped up so fast that I lost my grip on Andi and Tamara's sleds....well, at least Tamara's. I just pulled Andi's sled out from under her. So Tamara once again goes shooting down the remainder of the hill laughing at us while Andi and I recover from all the wreckage. I stand up in awe, Tamara is still going!! Andi sneaks up behind me, takes the sled I was using and started down the hill again laughing at me, "HA! HA!" as she was going a whole 1.5 mph....I laughed to myself and decided against tackling her....So I tried to give her a boost. I run up behind her and start pushing as fast as I could, but as she started to speed down the rest of the hill she lost control and flopped right out of the sled anyway. It was awesome!!! I laughed so hard. If there are two people I want with me when I go sledding again it's definitely Andi and Tamara.

He Had A Motive....

2005-01-15T22:56:00.000-05:00

Nothing really interesting happened today. Once I got off work I went straight to my bed for a nap. As I was slowly regaining consciousness......I realized I was chuckling. I absolutely LOVE waking myself up because I'm laughing. It's such a strange experience, well at least for me. I am going to start making a point to get out of bed to write down what it was exactly that made me laugh so hard in the middle of dead sleep. Anyway, it's easy to remember this because....well, it's just so funny, and it's true. (this will be a long post)

Okay, I'm in the military stationed in England. You can go to any Air Force base and meet somebody from Ohio, it's weird. Anyway there is a TDY, basically a trip away from base for a little bit, this particular one was going to Florida for the first half of the trip then to Vegas the second. I wasn't scheduled to go on this TDY, kind of a bumber because my friend Luke was and he was the only person I usually hung around with. So for like a month this other guy named Kurt, who was scheduled to go, did nothing but talk about going dancing, drinking, gambling, and going to Outback or Lonestar or whatever other steakhouse type place and describe everything he'd order to eat. He would fantasize about eating steak and ribs and stuff, it was slightly uncomfortable being around him during that time. Anyway, the TDY is creeping up, only a matter of days before they head off for Florida and Kurt is about to burst with excitement. Anyway, one night Kurt and I had to attach some "pods" for the tests they were going to do on the trip. Now these things are heavy, we have to use a thing called a "jammer" to get them on. A jammer is a hydraulic lift on wheels which was built for pods and weaponry. It's pretty loud too, we have to use earplugs and earmuffs while using it. One person to drive the jammer and lift/drop the stuff, the other guy fine tunes the tray placement and connects/disconnects the stuff. Well with double hearing protection, if you are driving the jammer it's safe to say the lack of movement and the constant muffled roaring of a jammer engine will lull you to zombie-land. Here we are loading a pod and as Kurt walks beside it, to make sure it doesn't fall off (not that he could do anything if it did), I thought to myself "Hmm, he's walking directly in front of the tire. He better be careful. Pfft, he's been doing this as long as I have, he'll be careful." On our last pod I notice he's walking directly in front of that tire again, same thought pops into my head. I've got a song in my head or something, it doesn't matter the important thing is I'm in zombie-land driving a potentialy dangerous vehicle (but only if it's done right) especially with the added weight of a pod on the front. I look to my left, with my hand on the top of the steering wheel because I'm a troo playa. I look into the distance and hit a bump. "Hmm.....this is the hangar entrance......uh...why did we hit a bump....HOW could we hit a bump...." I look ahead of me and here's Kurt rolling on the ground holding his ankle. Shocked, as the pieces of the puzzle start coming together and my trip to zombie-land is on it's return trip home....with the jammer still on, both of us still have double hearing protection on......I pull up next to him while he's writhing in pain and try to yell over the jammer "WHAT HAPPENED???? WHAT DID YOU DO????" Then the idea occured, turn off the jammer. Then I yell again, "WHAT HAPPENED????? WHAT DID YOU DO????" Then the thought occurred to me, take off our earmuffs. "WHAT HAPPENED???? WHAT DID YOU DO????". his reply, "CALL SOMEBODY!!!"......."We've arrived at Reality, please remember to take your carry on luggage with you as you depart, thank you for flying Zombie Air. It's 11:45 PM, strong winds have been keeping the temperature at a cold 48 degrees and YOU JUST RAN OVER YOUR FRIEND'S ANKLE!!!!"

*side note---okay, I tend to do really weird things and it's usually because I don't think things through correctly especially when I'm caught by surprise, and somehow I just end up getting into wierd situations and doing wierd things.*

I run into the hangar because there is a phone there, Just as I got to the phone I found out that it doesn't work. So I run back out to the jammer because DUH I have a vehicle to get me to the building to make an emergency phone call.....and the building is only a mile away so I start up the jammer again, only to shoot nasty diesel fumes into Kurts face, "SORRY!!" then I make a sharp right turn, the only thing is I had a slow jammer, running would be quicker.....Just before I got off the jammer to run I realized I saw a truck at another hangar to my left just as I ran over Kurt. So I make a sharp left turn. I make another pass infront of Kurt, yes he's still writhing in pain while I'm driving back and forth in front of him trying to "Get help." Before I get to the truck a hummer turns on it's lights in the distance and it scares the heck out of me and of course I start to pull over, "Hmm, they must be doing some exercise or something"......then I realize they are coming to help us, so I turn BACK around and drive up to Kurt.....and wait for the hummer to get to us. They do, and it's a good thing they did because only God knows what I would have done on my own. They call the ambulance and it's on the way. Finally the ambulance gets there and the paramedic was talking to Kurt and needed to take his blood pressure. The wind was too strong for her to hear anything through her stethoscope so she asked me to take off my jacket to shield the wind. "Yes ma'am!!"

*side note---At night we had to wear these thin plastic reflective belts.....so we don't get run over......the velcro on mine was coming off and of course I stapled it back on so I wouldn't get in trouble.....or get run over.*

I hold my reflective belt in one hand and just open up my jacket like I'm flashing them and I crawl closer. I hear this "ouch, ow....OUCH JOSH MY EYE!!" Yep, here I am holding my jacket open and I'm paying attention to how much pressure the lady is pumping into the blood pressure thingy, definitely not thinking about how strong the wind was....or the fact that it was making my reflective belt snap in the wind like a whip, with staples on the end, and of course it's snapping Kurt right in the eye multiple times. I just let go of my reflective belt and I hear everybody laughing behind me. It turns out a lot of people from the office heard about the ambulance on the radio and came to check out what was going on. It turns out Kurt had 4 broken bones in his foot, and he wasn't going on this TDY, and of course who else would they send to replace him? Yep, me. Not only do I break this guys foot, I go further and try to blind him, and further still by stealing his spot on the TDY he had been looking forward to for a month. It really is funny how things happened but I felt so bad. Worse because of me having to take his place and of course everybody giving me a hard time about it, joking of course....I ended up having SO much fun on the TDY though HA!

But God put me back in the states for a reason. Our jets were stopping at Wright Pat while everybody else (except about 5 people) went back to England. There was a family emergency and my supervisors hooked me up so I could go to OH too and see my family AND take some leave enroute, this was all taken care of in a matter of days before the return trip to Engand. God rocks, bigtime.

JoJo

2005-01-14T17:24:00.000-05:00

Today during my lunch break I was talking to Jason and Amy (the people I'm going to let be the parents of my godchild). I told them I'm going to call him JoJo.

"What if his name isn't JoJo?"

"I don't care, whenever I'm around him I'm calling him JoJo."

"What if it's a girl?"

"I don't care, whenever I'm around her I'm calling her JoJo."

"So basically you are going to make our child yell at us for not calling him JoJo...."

"Yep."

Then I had to explain to them how I'm the godfather and that gives me certain privileges normal people don't have. I've also decided JoJo will be the first person I'll teach the wonderous art of cricket chirping. After lunch I was talking with Jason and he said he's going to buy a new car pretty soon and explained that once JoJo decides to claw his way out that his van isn't the best vehicle to keep a child safe....he's right, the only thing we could come up with as a childseat was his spare tire laying around in the back. I mean, it is like a mini bumper car, all he'd have to do is strap JoJo in with a few bungee cords and everything is fine. JoJo would be surounded by an intertube filled with air and of course the intertube has the added protection to reduce the risk of puncturing. It would bounce off anything it bumped into. The only thing that we couldn't think of was how to keep it from flipping upside down, so I agreed that getting a better car would make it much safer for JoJo.

Welcome To The Family

2005-01-11T14:59:00.000-05:00

My friend calls me up last night and asked me a strange question.

"If you had a friend who had a kid, and all of a sudden your friend and his wife died, and all thier family died too, would you take care of the kid or put it up for adoption?"

"I'd take care of the little guy....or girl....but it is a guy right?"

"....your friend doesn't know yet, so will you only take care of the kid if it's a boy?"

"It doesn't matter, I'd definitely take care of it."

"Okay then, would you like to be my kid's godfather?"

"Heck yeah I do!!"

Woohoo!! I've never been a godfather before, I hope I do it right.

Getting Away With Murder

2005-01-10T15:50:00.000-05:00

I've been waiting for over a month for the murder mystery dinner. I was so excited the entire day. I unfortunately had to go to work early and I only got a few hours of sleep, I was supposed to be there until 5 which meant I wouldn't get a nap before I had to be at Tamara's house. But God came through for me. I was in Zombie Mode all morning. So anyway, something was going on and around noon this girl comes in to take over for somebody else, but apparently that other person didn't want to leave work early and the girl didn't want to go back home without getting some hours in. So my manager asked if I wanted to go home early "HECK YEAH!!" was my reply. So I was able to get a nice nap. YAY!!! Then I get ready and realize I don't really have all the equipment needed to look like I steal cars for a living. So I do some poking around. I grabbed my wire cutters, a screwdriver, my mini-maglight, and as I'm picking up my maglight I see my airsoft gun, "Can't be a car thief without some protection." So I grabbed it too. I ended up clipping the cable off....something, I still don't know what it is supposed to be but I figured if I didn't know what it was nobody will miss it too much. I shaved off the shielding and clipped a few pieces off of it and shoved the wire pieces into my pockets.

So I get to Tamara's house and we start the murder mistery dinner, our friend Scott was murdered, shot twice in the chest and we had to figure out who dunnit. Everybody knew I had a fake gun so they all looked at me and I laughed, I turned to Andi and told her if me having the gun would conflict with the storyline I could put it back in my car or something, she said it was okay though. But anyway, the whole thing was awesome, except I can't read fast. Tamara hands everybody thier character envelopes with all thier info on who they are and while I'm still reading mine everybody starts talking and asking questions and stuff. So I ended up missing out on some of that. Once we got the second envelope, mine said in big bold letters "YOU ARE THE KILLER" I of course heard everybody else making some accusations on who the killer is, and stuff and while I'm trying to listen to all that I'm still trying to read my own stuff. I felt like an idiot because for some reason I said to myself, "I'm the killer? Nah, everybody probably has that written on thier papers too." So I throw in an accusation or two at a couple people and go on about my buisiness trying to figure out who the killer really is. When round three comes in I was still kind of in the dark about really being the killer.....until somebody asked Tamara "So by this time does the killer know he is the killer?" the answer was "Yeah the killer found out in round two." DOH!!! Yep, I'm an idiot. It was awesome though, it was completely coincidental that I brought my fake gun with me in the first place, and nobody thought I killed Scott either. HA!! SUCKERS!! It was so much fun. Andi and Tamara did a great job planning everything and dinner was completely awesome. I hope they do another one soon.

AND, we got our tickets for our trip to go see Scott so that ROCKS!!! I can't wait to go down to see him, that will be so much fun.

I'll have an Egg Nog Stick Milksake Please....

2004-12-28T01:05:00.000-05:00

Today my friend Alycia took two of my other friends out to eat dinner. I told her on the phone, before she came home from school, that I wanted to take them out and buy them dinner and/or a movie. Due to all the hubub happening with my car and school and Christmas gifts, we agreed on just buying them dinner. So that's what we did tonight. We went to eat chinese and had a great time, well I don't know if they really did or not but I know they appreciated dinner. While we were there we saw a kid spinning in circles to see how dizzy he could get himself and we all commented on how funny it is that kids are so easily amused....then as we stared and laughed at the little guy for about 5 minutes Alycia commented on how easily we are amused watching him. So anyway, after dinner we went to grab some icecream. We went to UDF and I saw an advertisement that read:

Egg Nog and Peppermint
Stick Milkshakes $1.99

I thought, hmm.....I've never seen and egg nog stick before (as I thought of cinnimon sticks). Then I asked the lady...."So what exactly is a stick milkshake anyway?" and of course she just stared at me while she tried to understand what the heck I was talking about....so she replied, "What are you talking about?" So I pointed to the sign. Then she explained it to me. "AHHH, not an Egg Nog Stick and Peppermint Stick Milkshake, just....an Egg Nog Milkshake and Peppermint Stick Milkshake." So we all had a laugh at my expense. YAY! After all that we spent some time playing a couple boredgames, which aren't really Jason and Amy's thing, but they had a few laughs so I know they weren't bored the ENTIRE time. It was really great to hang out with them.

Christmas Traditions.......

2004-12-24T22:02:00.000-05:00

After dinner tonight my stepfather wanted us to open our christmas presents tonight. It turned out that he just wanted my mom to open hers, so she was the only one......so anyway, my sister came home from GA and so we are all sitting in the front room and I'm just sitting there thinking to myself....Andi and Tamara asked Scott and myself a question one night while we were at Friday's. What are some of your favorite Christmas traditions? I sat there and listened to the three of them tell thier stories while I thought about it. I really don't have any, it really bumbed me out too. I mean, when I have kids, I totally want to be completely exhausted from having so much fun with them and have fun traditions they will grow to love so they can sit with thier friends at dinner some night and tell them all how great they think Christmas is and how much fun they have. So anyway, my family is pretty disfunctional in the first place, so we don't really have "traditions" unless you call going to a relative's house every year a tradition. It's not a very exciting thing to me though....it's just something we do. But anyway, pretty much the past three weeks have been filled with me thinking about SOMETHING I think is fun that we always do every Christmas. So back to tonight, here I am sitting down listening to my sister and my mom talk about stuff. My mom had to buy a star for the top of the tree, she couldn't find the angel she normaly puts on. Well my sister put the new star on the tree this morning. My mom said "yeah, it sucks!! I can't find the angel anywhere!!" my sister replies "WHAT?? That sucks!!! I wondered why we had this cheesy star." I then realized how much my sister loves to decorate the tree and at least some of the house....so does my mom....then I realized why I don't really get into it....it's because I'm the guy they make do all the work. My mom thinks she has all these wonderful organizational skills, but no. When I try to explain how to better organize things she doesn't understand why I would do it that way then she just does whatever anyway.....which is just about never the best way. So my tradition, if I like it or not, is getting the tree (upstairs if we decide to use the fake one, or pick a real one up), getting the ornaments from the basement, untangle all the lights, find and change burned out lightbulbs, attach new hooks for the ornaments, take all the empty boxes back downstairs....basically I do ALL the grunt work and end up having to work around EVERY obstical my mom has in the way while she complains and gets frustrated that I put things in the wrong place for her, or when I move things to clear a better path to make it easier for myself or at least make room for all these things I have to carry up and downstairs, then she gets even more frustrated if I get frustrated at the slightest thing. It's really depressing, but i guess that's why I don't have any fun memories of all these great traditions. So, I pray that when I'm a husband and father, that even though I'll still end up doing all that stuff....I would like to have a partner in crime who either helps or at least appreciates what I do to help and lets me do it in a way that's easiest, AND lets me join in and do fun stuff too AND lets me help put a smile on my childs face too doing all those fun stuffs and little things with them, because I think that would be the best part of Christmas for me (other than Jesus of course) as a husband and father, having fun with my family AS a family.

AHHAAA!!! On my way back from the airport with my sister (we went to see if her bags came in yet) we were talking and I realized something. When we go to my stepfather's dad's house Christmas day, there is a family that is usually there. I don't know the parent's names but thier two daughters are Riley (I think) and Kiley (I think). None of them really talk to me, other than hellos and goodbyes. But I realized tonight that for some reason I really like seeing them there even though we never talk. It's not an excited "WOOHOOO!!!" more like a "hmm, there they are." kind of pleasant feeling.

I love my dog

2004-12-23T13:56:00.000-05:00

I love playing with my dog. He gets super excited and loves playing tag, tug-o-war, and wrestling. When I went outside yesterday to help my mom finish shoveling our driveway he made his rounds of the yard, then he ran down the street to say hi to our neighbor who was shoveling his driveway. Then he sprints back to me so I can make him a snowball. The second I reached down to get a fist full of snow he attacked. He kept jumping at my hands trying to get the snowball before I could throw it. So I packed it really tight and tossed it at him and he caught it and started whipping his head back and forth like he was trying to kill it. He cracks me up. Then he looks at me a certain way that tells me he wanted to play tag.....So we did. He does this thing where he tucks his butt when he knows I'm close to him. He goes sprinting into the yard full of snow tucking his butt as he goes by me, scooping up all the snow in his path. Then he runs by me a second time to see how close he can get before I catch him, tucks his butt again and escapes. As he's running away from me, he's running toward the mound of snow my mom had built up shoveling. Ran right into it full steam. KAPOOF!! Snow explodes everywhere!! It was awesome!! Then he turns around in our neighbors driveway to take another pass at me, but only after he rams into what's left of the mound of snow. He cracks me up. I love my dog so much.

W.M.I.

2004-12-17T06:37:00.000-05:00

Okay, so I had this strange apocolyptic dream. I started out standing on one of two hillsides. I was with the guys in the silver and ivory armor. The opposing side were in black and burgandy amror. All of a sudden both armies started charging towards each other into the field seperating both hills. When the two armies got about twenty feet from each other, they both stopped and stared at each other. I was then standing in between both armies, the bad guys on my right, and the good guys on my left. I was completely puzzled that these people (bad guys) can't see they are wrong or too stubborn to change sides and it was really frustrating me. I was pleaing in my mind "Accept the truth!!! Accept Jesus Christ as your saviour!!!" The second I thought those words, the leader of the silver and ivory army shouted them out to the enemy. After he yelled that, archers behind the frontline released thier arrows into the sky. I stood there and fear shot through my body, I was really worried, I thought to myself if God commanded these guys to attack, then that is what they should be doing. Take no prisoners, leave none alive. Even though I wanted at least somebody from the other side to step forward and be saved, I was also frightened because of the hesitation. I thought to myself "If God commands, act." Anyway, waiting for the fight to begin, the arrows didn't land. It was like everything was paused to give anyone in the black and burgandy army to accept Christ. Nobody stepped forward and I knew that once both armies closed the gap to fight, the arrows would fall and find thier targets. Before the battle had a chance to take place, everything was gone in a blink. I found myself standing in the same spot, but both armies were gone. I looked to my right, light was barely glowing over the horizon of the hill of the enemy, in the place of the enemy was stuff that looked like lava, just a molten blob of red and black, it wasn't moving, just globbed up and I could almost make out shadows that seemed to be dead bodies suspended inside. I looked to my left, as I turned to look for the army in silver and ivory, I was completely blinded by the light that was breaking over the hill. It was so bright I had to shut my eyes because of the pain. Needles to say, I did a few hours worth of Bible reading. My little bro came home and I went downstairs and had lunch with him and hung out for a bit, when he left I went back to reading my weapon of mass instruction. Good stuff.

Summary of the past two weeks

2004-12-15T09:12:00.000-05:00

Where to begin.....it's been HOLY CRAP just over two weeks since I last posted, well, with my own fingers at least. Man, so much has happened that was blog-worthy, and it's upsetting how much I know I have forgotten because I have yet to get the internet back in my house.

Events I do remember:

1) One night I'm at work doing dishes and I have to take the trash out. So after about ten minutes or so taking trash out I come back to finish some dishes and I caught my friend leaving me a present. It was so great, I laughed SOOO hard. She had some whipcream and decided to decorate the sinks. It was like a giant cake with beautiful icing designs.....only without the cake....and with a couple sinks full of water.....she even drew a smiley face in the dishwater. When she saw me she had one of those "Oh crap he caught me!!" looks. Then we laughed for a while and I scooped up some whip cream and it was the really thick kind that holds together....in the shape of a snowball. Happiness bubbles up inside me and I look at her and say "DUDE!!! You HAVE to let me throw this at you fastpitch style!!" I had to talk her into it, she had an apron on so I used that as an excuse. She said the only reason she agreed to it was because of how happy I looked when the idea popped into my head. So I got into position.....checked to make sure nobody was going to steal a base....wound up.....and BOOYAH!!!! It sailed through the air and completely exploded when it hit her. If only snowballs had the same effect. I mean yeah, essentially they do....but when you get hit by a snowball that's packed a bit too hard it may sting a little.....and snowballs don't have the explosive effect whipcreamballs do.

2) The most uncomfortable swing lesson ever!!! Musicallity, YUCK. Okay, there's this guy who goes swing dancing, I'll call him Rico Suave out of respect for his privacy. Anyway Rico Suave has some awesome moves when it comes to dancing. So when the instructors describe musicallity the week before the lesson I thought it would be pretty cool, learning how to improvise footwork or change it slightly to add your own kind of style to your dancing. I'm thinking they'll teach some stuff that will be kind of subtle and keep from feeling like you are boring the heck out of your dance partner. The first person I thought of when they described musicallity was Rico Suave. I always admired how he just throws out stuff like "BLAMO" and keeps on going like it never happened. He just doesn't care and I wish I had that ability to just let loose. I feel bad when I talk about him to Tamara and Andi because it sometimes feels like I'm making fun of him, and even though some of his moves are completely funny, or the reactions/facial expressions he gets from his partners just really makes me laugh I really do wish I could just do things first and think about them (or not) later when it comes to dancing. During the musicallity lesson the instructors said "Everybody has a dumb half, either the left or the right. Whichever it is, that side just doesn't want to do things right sometimes...." Well, I soon found out my dumb half is my bottom half, from the waist down. No big deal, I mean I can do some "Repulse Monkey" Tai Chi action no problem, I can also throw out a few variations of a "Kotogash", I can handle foot placement and weight shifting, but seriously injuring your dance partner is frowned upon at this place.....for some reason. Unfortunatly my dancing seems more mechanical than it does graceful, or at least to me it does, and it still cracks me up that some of the turns in swing dancing makes me feel like I'm supposed to throw my dance partner right on her back. Anyway, back to the point......musicallity, yes......So here we are in the lesson and for some reason the instructors decided to put EVERYBODY ON THE SPOT. So people like me who are extremely self concious of being on the spot and doing stuff like dancing of all things.....yeah it was rough. Completely embarassing. We sat on the floor and drumbed our own beat to the songs they played, fun......for about two seconds. Then I just felt dumb and started slapping the floor like I was really into the whole idea. Well that lasted for about ten minutes. Not too bad though honestly. What really got to me was when we had to make up our own dance steps.....my lack of knowledge in dance steps prevented me from really improvising and luckily the instructors realized just about everybody was really self concious of stuff so they had us all turn our backs to eachother and make up our own dance steps like we made up our own beats to the songs they played.....so I ended up marching in place. march march march....pause....march march march....are we done yet?....march march march. Then they got the wonderful idea of walking around while we did our own dance step things we created while our backs were turned......So here we are, a big group of people dancing around eachother....picture, if you can, a bunch of people at a dance club kind of mingling like they are grooving to the music and going around looking at eachother like they are desperately trying to hook-up. Yeah, slightly uncomfortable. So here I am marching around the perimiter of the group of people weaving through eachother gettin thier groove on. I avoided all eye contact and only looked at people to avoid bumping into them and getting thier attention. Except for Andi and Tamara. When I made eye contact with them I know my discomfort was apparent. Finally the lesson was finished and I felt like less of a man than when I started. The whole experience made me admire Rico Suave's dancing a whole lot more, he still cracks me up too.

3) The best thing the past two weeks had to offer.....Doc's Baptism to further his relationship with Christ. That freaking ROCKED MY SOCKS!! "Doc" was in my group on the Wild at Heart retreat a while ago. He wrote Doc on his nametag because his first name is pretty common. So anyway, he's a really cool guy. It was awesome to get to know him. So here I am at chruch (Apex) and I'm sitting next to Tamara in a daze because I'm kind of sleepy and Tamara's friend just got there and so Tamara turns to talk to her and I decided to stare off into space...........so here I am staring and I notice the screens turn on and I see Doc's face for a split second, I instantly come out of my comma and slap Tamara on the leg "OM MY GOSH!!" Tamara whips her head left and right trying to find the circus clowns who apparently started doing backflips down the aisles juggling midgets.....or whatever other amazing thing that should have so obviously attracted her attention in the first place. Just then the screen goes black again and she's sitting there with a look on her face that screams "WHAT THE HECK DID I JUST MISS??!!??" ....Anyway, in the few times I've been to Apex I've noticed anybody who pops up on the screen is going to be baptized (even though that's not supposed to happen until just before the baptism). I was pumped, I instantly started searching for him through the crowd that was filling the church. I was hoping Scott would get there before they all started service because he was in my Wild at Heart group too, but I saw Doc sitting down and so as they started singing I ran over and sat with him to say hello. It was so awesome to see him, and even more so that he was going to be baptised. I love how Apex baptisms are in the first place, I get this feeling of pure excitement and it's all I can do to keep from exploding. My eyes are filling with tears, even now I still get excited for him. It was extremely motivational to say the absolute very least. HOORAY FOR AWESOME PEOPLE!!! HOORAY FOR AWESOME GOD!!!!

san komokai kuma

2004-12-05T23:41:00.001-05:00

(continued from http://andicandiland.blogspot.com)
...get in line, I can't come up with heroic endeavors on an empty stomach."
Outside Leslie sat in a car with a shadowy figure. "Well...?"
"I think they took the bait" she replied with a dasdardly grin.
"Are you certain?"
"The plan is foolproof, they will fall into our trap then BLAMO! they will be ours!"
"Excellent." he said, folding his hands.
Meanwhile, back in line Arlo was holding the cashier by the collar, "WHAT DO YOU MEAN, I CAN'T GET AVACADO ON MY BURGER?!?"
"Sir, I'm sorry, it's just that ..."
The manager approached them and asked, "is there a problem here?"
"OH! YOU WANNA PIECE TOO?" Arlo taunted as he pulled out a bazooka from the inside pocket of his tactical Calvin Klein vest.
A wave of panick overwhelmed the manager and money flew from the cash register. "Take all you want!!"
The General slapped his forehead and groaned, "Oh no, not again. We can't take you anywhere."
Arlo hid the bazooka behind his back with a cheeky grin and all four of them slowly tiptoed backwards toward the door.
Once outside they dove into the B team station wagon but as they sped out of the parking lot Mace saw Leslie and a shadowy figure. "Hey guys, isn't that Leslie?"
Blade glanced over, "Yeah, that's Leslie and she's with a shadowy figure."
"That's odd," Mace said, "maybe we should follow her incase she's in trouble."
Arlo leaned out of ths alle passenger window and yelled back to them " It's alright guys, I'm all over it!" and aimed his bazooka at the shadowy figure.
The General yelled "No, you idiot!! You might hit the gas tank!" and at the last second swirved the car as Mace tried to pull Arlo back inside but it was too late. In all of the confusion Arlo accidentally pulled the trigger and the rocket rocketed toward...

to be continued... http://everydaycelebrity.blogspot.com
This edition of the three little bears has been kindly typed by your friendly neighborhood Alycia who served as a diligent synographer (i just learned what that is, so i can't be expected to spell it correctly) during the creation and completion of the previously viewed story. So to all of you who have been anxiously awaiting an excuse to procrastinate i say.. "You're welcome!" and to Josh, i say "I HATE YOUR BLOG!! I HATE YOUR BLOG!! I HATE YOUR BLOG!!"

O_O

2004-11-28T21:51:00.000-05:00

Alright. So I'm with my friend, Alycia, and we are just wandering around some stores looking at stuff and being bored. We stop into Barnes & Nobles to poke around a bit and we picked up some drinks at Starbucks. Well, after I drank all of mine I couldn't feel the caffeine kicking in so we just went over to Panera so I could get some cheaper caffeine. So I go up to the bakery girl and ask for 3 double shots of espresso (which equals 6 double shots total) so she hooks me up with a bunch and adds a little carmel too. It looked a bit dark so I went over to add a little something to it....Yep, hazelnut coffee and a little bit of half and half. So anyway, I start drinking my nasty drink and after a few drinks I feel more alert. We get into my car and we wanted to go to the mall to walk around and play with toys and stuff. I make her take a couple drinks and she ends up gagging. I laughed. I sat in the car for a little bit so I could chug a little before we drive out of Panera's parking lot. We were driving around the big loop going around the mall and I realize my attention span has been completely spent. We pass the entrance I was wanting to take so we kept driving around the loop, we passed RedRin and we laughed and both did the Shinning's "Redrum" impression. As we were passing Regal I felt a tickling sensation on my tongue. Then I looked down and I find that I'm licking my cup for some reason. I laughed and told Alycia to lick my cup. She gave me a look from the corner of her eye like I was up to something. After she thoroughly examined the cup she started licking it and laughed. The rest of the night seems really distant, I can't hardly remember anything else because of the caffeine overload. I do remember that we both, for some reason, attract wierd people who do that thing where they start talking to you out of the blue about something completely random.....and they don't stop.....Anyway, I'm sleepy.

Facelift

2004-11-26T01:37:00.000-05:00

Thanksgiving was a really relaxing day. My parents cooked dinner instead of driving all over the place to see everybody else, we just stayed home and nobody came to see us either. Well, a couple people came over to visit. So after dinner I just sat around and read a book until my headache got so bad I could barely read. Then after my headache subsided for a while I decided to add some links to my blog. After doing that I tinkered around a little more and then decided I needed a template with at least a little bit of color. It's taken me a little while to do it all, even though it's not really noticeable. I will try and mess with it a little more some other day, but for now I think I've been nerdy enough for the rest of the week.

Hope everybody had a wonderful Thanksgiving!! For those who are brave enough to try and shop tomorrow morning, I'll pray for your safety. Don't forget your pepper spray!!

Volcano

2004-11-24T17:18:00.000-05:00

Sorry about the lack of posts lately. I'm just kind of busy with studying and my friend came home the other day from school so we've been hanging out too. So I'll just kind of give a run down of things that have happened the past few days, even though they aren't really funny or too interesting they'll just have to do until I get a full night sleep.

Today I was at work and somebody found a teddygram....from somewhere, it had dirt smudged on it's face. I kept it next to me all day and this girl looked at it and I told her she should eat it. Then she told me I should, so I started to barter. She didn't have any money to pay me, so I told her I would eat it for one of her earings, but she said no. She wouldn't even give me her nosering for eating it, but I almost talked her into giving me one of her shoestrings if I ate it. Then she actually broke down and told me she would eat half if I did, but then I couldn't find it. I think she threw it away. I told everybody to keep an eye out for a teddygram. Nobody turned it into the lost and found though.

Oh yeah, about two and a half weeks ago a bunch of construction guys cut down a bunch of trees and chipped all them into mulch. They did all this when it was still fairly warm and once it started to cool down more the mulch pile emits steam from it's peak. The first time I saw it I thought it was awesome. Then two weeks later it's more like "Eh...." On my way home from work the other day I was super tired and once I drove around a wide shoulder I saw a firetruck and a police car on the side of the road and I thought it must be a really bad accident. Nope, somebody saw the mulch steam and called 911. I laughed once I saw the firemen in the field explaining why it's happening to the police officer, the guy was using his hands a lot when he was talking and it almost looked like an interperative dance with a makeshift volcano in the background. It was funny.

One thing that happened the other day, I made punkin pies again for my friends and when I took a pie to thier house I was expecting to just hang out for a bit, but I stayed until 1AM. It was fun though. We played catchphrase and my friend from Arkansas and I were on a team and the things we had to come up with were pretty interesting. There aren't too many people who can guess a word when asked "What does my brother have that's dead? What does it live in?" Yeah, it was fun. But the only bad thing is when I had to break things up into two parts my cohort would guess the first part of the word, then the second, but say the both together backwards.....it got kind of frustrating...."What do you sleep in when you travel, not a motel but an.....?" and then the second part "When you stand up and clap you are giving a standing......?" I got correct answers for both parts and I said "Now put them together!!" the reply...."OVATION-INN!!!".....we lost.

Wriggled and jiggled and tickled

2004-11-19T17:48:00.000-05:00

Here I am driving to work after being awake for about 15 minutes, so basically I was a zombie. As I'm driving I slowly begin to wake up, which means my brain is beginning to work and I start to actually think about stuff. So I'm just driving along and I feel a sort of wriggling under my hat. My eyes shoot open and the first thing that pops into my head is, "OH MY GOSH I HAVE A SPIDER UNDER MY HAT!!!" Within a split second my just-woken brain tries to think about how a spider would have gotten trapped in my hat before I threw it on once I got dressed. Then my brain starts to think about how honkin huge this thing is. Then my brain starts to think about smashing it and getting guts all over my head which would be disgusting. Then I panicked. It's not that I am scared of spiders, I just don't like big ones touching me, or wriggling around under my hat, or having thier guts on my head. But it was just too freaky having this huge spider trapped under my hat so I started smacking my head and after a few frantic blows I stop because I hear gravel being kicked up on the side of my explorer. So I swerve back onto the road. I didn't feel any movement, "Whew, got him." Then I feel it again and as I'm sitting there with my eyes open really wide something catches my eye from the rearview mirror......A helium balloon.....that kept lightly tapping my head.

Dish Washer 2: Return Of The Dish Washer

2004-11-13T13:31:00.000-05:00

Yep, at work today I was washing dishes. I'm in the back where nobody really talks to me and I'm, for the most part, left alone to do as I please.....within reason. It is fairly quiet in the backroom and usually boring. Somebody brings back whipcream containers to be washed then refilled. So anway, I learned pretty quick one day that you need to double check to make sure all the pressure is out of the containers before you take the lid off, otherwise whipcream oozes all over your hand, which is still really fun and a great joke to pull on new employees especially when they start freaking out like they'll get fired for such an awful mistake. Anyway, to my surprise the lady brought back a full container......So when I pulled the trigger it shot out into the sink and my jaw dropped. Joy filled my heart. I thought to myself "I wonder how much is in this thing......I wonder....." and I started spraying it all over my arm. Oh yeah, enough whip cream to completely cover my arm from the elbow down, and then some. I was interrupted by a guy tossing spoons into my sink saying with each toss "Mad Bomber! Mad Bomber! Mad Bomber!" then he walks back out to the front. I shot a what-the-heck kind of look at his back and said "pfft! What a wierdo!" Then as I was turning back around I noticed my manager overheard what I said and had the same look on her face too. Then a nice loud PLOP came from my arm and I realized why she was standing there staring at me. I dunked my arm into the dishwater acting like nothing happened. She quietly walked away.

Awesome day

2004-11-11T23:01:00.000-05:00

No classes, no work, all day reading the Bible. It's really hard to underline nearly an entire chapter in your Bible when tears are clouding your vision. Such a great day. It amazes me how God knows how to talk to each of us in ways we will listen. It seems like a stupid thing to say really, I mean of course he knows!!! He's God!!! But I can't help but feel truly loved that he knows me so thoroughly and knows how to do something so delicate and perfect to get his point across.

The snooze button

2004-11-10T23:52:00.000-05:00

Alright, so I'm not really an early morning person, unless the sunrise wakes me up. Since I keep my blinds shut at all times this is fairly impossible. Last night I went to bed around 130AM-ish and had to wake up at 6. I didn't really get enough sleep the night before so I was feeling it last night. Well, my alarm clock woke me up at 6, but I thought to myself "dude....this clock is 15 minutes fast, I can totally get some more sleep." and I slapped the snooze button. The next thing I know I'm waking up at 650 and need to be at work at 7 which kind of shocked me, not only because I had to be at work in ten minutes but also because the alarm clock is programed to go off after 9 minutes from hitting the snooze button so that means I've trained myself to hit the snooze button without completely waking up. Needless to say I was a little late but that wasn't a big problem, either they fire me and it gives me the motivation to find a better job, or they act like nothing ever happened and I don't have to deal with job searching. I came up with a couple ways to keep from hitting the snooze button multiple times in my sleep without realizing it.

My first idea was to set up two metal contacts on top of my snooze button, which are connected to a power supply. When I slap the snooze button the two contacts would come in.......contact......and it would send an electrical surge throughout my body, and if that doesn't wake me up the uncontrollable convulsions should shake me right out of bed and the hard landing should take care of it. I like this idea but it could possibly create a fire, and that just makes me think bad thoughts of a giant baked potato.......So I thought of another way, attach a mouse trap to the snooze button. Slap the snooze button and SNAP, mousetrap eating my fingers. Of course I'd adjust the the tension on the spring so that it wouldn't break my fingers in half but I figured that would work.

But now that I think of it, either of those would more than likely make me want to turn my alarm off completely allowing me to oversleep anyway. So, if anybody else has an idea let me know.

How long can I keep this up?

2004-11-10T00:11:00.000-05:00

Welp, tonight at Steak ~N~ Shake a friend brought up the idea of starting a blog. Speaking of Steak ~N~ Shake, that reminds me of the restaurant my little bro and I were going to create. It was to be named Teat ~N~ Eat, a place where you can enjoy our wonderful selection of cereal, foreign and domestic, and random flavored milkshakes such as Vanilla with hot fudge topping, Festive White Chocolate, and meat flavored. The only downfall is our lack of motivation to bring our idea to life, and unfortanately a few of my friends wouldn't eat there because they don't believe dairy belongs in the food pyramid, if only they'd take a sip of our famous meat milkshake they may change thier minds.

Anyway, tonight I brought some punkin pies to Emerge becuase last Saturday, while pulling out of the Don Pablo's parkinglot a friend and I saw a punkin. This punkin was nice and round and bright orange so I jumped out to grab it. She said she never had a punkin pie made with real punkins before. So I decided to make one for her. I ended up making two incase other people wanted some, but it seems that only three people from our church actually like punkin pie so we all hudled around my car to feast on pie before we left fot Steak ~N~ Shake.

So anyway....I guess having a blog means I now have a responsibility to update it. Kind of like having a pet, ah yes the Tomodachi "the electronic pet". Well my biological pet needs to go potty and I need to wake up early. Hopefuly I will be able to train myself to remember events to blog. G'night.