"My Teeth Hurt From Chattering The Entire Night. Thank You Jesus, For Sleep Aid." -8/21/05

Tomorrow as a pseudo-homelessness awareness activity, there's a sleep out in which we sleep outside on a church grassland with many layers, sleeping compartments, and pizza (just like they do on the streets). I would have high hopes for the night, had my last spent under the stars not been a fiery hell. And by fiery hell I mean it was freezing and the pope was there. We spent a night outside with literally (seriously, literally, not in the annoying non-literal-literal way) a million other people from all over the world and Pope Benny. That's the kind of thing that you hear about, and think "Wow! That's such a neat idea! I wish I had gotten that kind of opportunity!". And somewhere out there, there's a black-market, underground behind-the-scenes video of World Youth Day Candle Light Vigil '05. If I could directly link you all to my journal entry of August 21st, I would, but this is a family site. And also I have yet to learn how to link from different planes of communication.

Learning Opportunities: 4/26/06

Wendy's does not offer Frostys "extra cold"

Nor do they have insulated freezer bags to keep them frosty.

You should always think twice before going into Taco Bell after an ambulance pulls out. Then continue on in.

To The Cynic, Half Empty.

My dad sent me one of those stereotypical old person (bless your fifty-one-and-one-day year old soul, Daddy) emails about some woman dying and wanting to be buried with a fork in her hand because when she was at potlucks as a kid, her grandma always told her to keep her fork after the main dish because the best was yet to come and she knew that when she died the best was yet to come or some bull shit like that. In response to Sriracha's* comment; Fruit on the Bottom yogurt is my little reminder that the worst is yet to come.



*Notice the link? Courtesy of Sri, Linking Guru.

Culinary-Wise.

Is there anything more annoying than...

Fruit on the Bottom Yogurt?

The white part of oranges?

When you're the first to use the ketchup and you get the ketchup juice?

This Is My Demographic; "Likes Muffins, Low Plot Capacity When The Title Is About Muffins, Can't Spell, Guinea Pigs Die."

GOODBYE, MR. MUFFIN
By Claus Mandøe
Based on a children's book by Ulf Nilsson
Created and performed by Teater Refleksion of Denmark
Directed by Bjarne Sandborg
On the Cargill Stage
February 13 - March 11, 2007
Most enjoyed by ages 2-5

Mr. Muffin's not just a guinea pig. He's a good friend, loving husband, doting dad. But now he lives by himself in his little house. Though he gets visitors and mail. He loves getting mail. And he's an absolute nut for almonds. Such amusing adventures he's had. You'll see. Like the time he and his family dared go outside. Or when he set the world record for lifting a cucumber. Those were the days, Mr. Muffin reminisces. Mr. Muffin could be any child's pet Fluffy or Spot. This sweet, gentle, touching puppet tale honors the life and death of every dear pet. And helps a little one say "goodbye."

http://www.childrenstheatre.org/onstage_next.html


How can this be bad? The guinea pig's name is Mr. Muffin. It's most enjoyed by ages 2-5, and I just spell it 'i-n-j-o-y-e-d' and almost kept it. I won't let my fear of guinea pigs stand in my way. But seriously, they look nothing like pigs.

Click For [Insert World Issue]

www.thehungersite.com

Each hit on this website (once a day per computer) contributes 1.1 cups of food to the starving in 3rd world countries from the sponsors of the site. By clicking you can link to their 5 other issues that they're funding;

Breast Cancer (funds mammograms for women in need)
Child Health Care (funds health care for children in need),
Literacy (books to children to improve international literacy),
Rainforest Restoration (11.4 feet of rainforest protected),
and Animal Rescue (funds for food in animal shelters).

Its sweet, easy and you can feel good.
So go forth, and click.

Travel Minnesota

Because even in April, you can get mosquito bites.

How To:

Kill An Arachnid In The Shower:

1. Jump out, still lathering shampoo.
2. Spray Old Spice High Endurance Deodorant Body Spray (more commonly known as 'boy in a spray can') on spider.
3. Hit confused and now contaminated spider with someone else's shampoo bottle.
4. Turn off the water and watch spider go down the drain.
5. Run water to make sure he's not a creeper.
6. Get back in, rinse.

It's On The D.L.

Okay, people of the WWW, this is top secret, but the brother has a blog. Until further notice, its at an undisclosed URL. He is in the phase, which we are all familiar with, where the blog is top secret and nobody is allowed to know about it except for the one who found it opened on the computer screen (so sloppy). Until he outgrows Top Secret Blog Phase, I will continue to feel weird, and will be keeping you posted on his blog growth.

This Too, Shall Pass

I had a level 2 or so epiphany this morning when I was thinking about the phenomenal irritability that I have with new expressions* such as "probs", "mabes", "probskies", "whatevskies", etc (all of which I heard yesterday). But what if we could physically only speak words in the dictionary? What would we call each other?

*None of which are recognized by the Blogger spell check, but that's actually not very reliable...How does the Blogger spell check not recognize the word "blog"?

From The Archives of "Notes"

Thank you T9 for making the following possible:


"{Drinking Gatorade} I feel like I'm drinking liquid Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles!"
-Colleen

"Little People aren't even little anymore! They're like...Medium People"
-Mother

"Last night I spent like 10 minutes looking at a lemon bar" {No context}
-Kate

"I love pulling through [when in a parking lot], it's like having a baby!"
-Colleen

{After a conversation about the word 'probably'} "Crap, now I'm trying to look up the word 'probably' in the cookbook index instead of beef brisket"
-Mother

2001*: A Flashback

>Phone Rings

Me: (answers)
Dad: Hey Pumpkin
Me: Hey
Dad: Sup?
Me: (snort)

*I realize that I have a knack/habit of dating things that are not in the present. Maybe that's my 'thing'. Do you suppose I might be able to do that professionally some day? "Wow..that is so 1997..". I like to keep my options boundary and duty-free.

Day 4: Spring Break '06

Forecast:

-Cloudy with a chance of Purple Rain

-Left over Pad Thai

-Boredommmmm

Peter Pans Of The 21st Century

The cabin was lent to a group of around 10 "young adults" (as they so choose to be called) in the general demographic of 20-30 years this weekend. I suspect a relaxing weekend of not-much, as most tend to be spent there.

We went up late last night to turn off the heat, clean and inspect the damage. It was actually really, unsurprisingly clean, as they are quite the tidy bunch. The only evidence that they'd been there:

"Ernest Goes To Camp" was left in the DVD player.