We're wondering what we should wear to the costumed-yet-not-remotely-associated-with-Halloween Party. We've thought of maybe playing off of my redneck ancestry, but my rejection of that society has left me with no suitable costume. We also thought of being Bonnie and Clyde, but we aren't sure Seth will let us borrow his car to shoot it up and hide our loot. So we thought we'd sponge off of our readers' imaginations. What should we go as?

As some (more accurately few) of you may recall, I blogged about the greatness of the fast food chain—Wendy's—back in March. It is through this same medium in which I will praise this restaurant again. Now available at Wendy's are their Crispy Chicken Nuggets for only 99¢. For such a tasty snack this is a great deal...but that's not all! In promoting this new product they have decided to join efforts with Blockbuster. So it's an instant-win contest with the Crispy (and they sure are crispy) Chicken Nuggets. Here's the deal, every chicken nugget container has a peel-off game piece. Every game piece is a winner. You can't lose! Okay, so a few of the game pieces do have wiggity consolations like their "Free Biggie Size!" which only saves you 39¢. Other than that, I've won a plethora of free chicken nuggets, frostees, cokes, french fries, and best of all, free movie rentals at Blockbuster. And more importantly, Wendy and I have enjoyed a good half dozen of these free movies rentals. We always call each other after lunch and say something like:

"What'd ya have for lunch?"

"Wendy's."

"Didja win anything?"

"Just a free frostee and a movie."

"Oh cool, we're going to Blockbuster again."

"Man, those people from Blockbuster must hate us, after all the cheap coupons and gift certificates that we use."

"I know."

Okay, how long can you leave food in the fridge before it's no longer safe to eat? For instance, can you leave spaghetti in a sealed container in the fridge for more than 3 days and still eat it? Brandon doesn't think so, and rejects food like crazy before I really think it's bad. Any opinions would be appreciated.

I saw Sweet Home Alabama last night. Everyone at work was joking with me about it, once they got it straight that I was from Alabama, not Arkansas. Sorry, but Arkansas is just a little worse. Anyway, yes, it made me a bit homesick. They shot three homes in the movie that are in the historical district of my hometown. I saw those houses every day driving through town until I was eighteen. I used to hate those houses, too. I thought they'd make delightful firewood, because every snobby person in town depended on those homes to make themselves feel important.

Oh, and like the girl in the movie, I went home to Alabama to get married. But I didn't have some ex-husband who was making glasses and pining away for me. For you yankees out there getting the idea good ole southern boys are sweet as sweet potato pie, you're wrong. (Before you southern kids get mad, read this next part) There are a few who are that sweet, but they're married or dead or just considered nerdy. Most southern guys get drunk and enjoy chewing tobaccy, go huntin with their buddies and ignore their wives, and shoot dogs and cute animals. Okay, so I'm stereotyping a tad. Ah well.

As Brandon said, I've been sick the past few days. I feel a little better now, thankfully. Now that I'm married, whenever I tell anyone I have a stomach virus or I'm nauseous, they automatically get that silly look on their faces and say "sure you're not pregnant?" I can be a newly wed and nauseous without being pregnated.

Wendy hasn't blogged lately because she hasn't been feeling too well the last couple of days. :(

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If I ever decide to own my own supermarket, I would totally run things differently. First of all, all the drinks would be on the same aisle. At regular grocery stores, if you're looking for juice, it's on aisle three. Water is on aisle six. Gaterade and coke are on aisle seven. Milk is in the back. Beer and wine is on the far side. Under the new Brandon System, both food and drink would be easy to find. Okay, maybe that's all I have against the supermarkets.

Now that I'm married, I—like every other married Christian—have the right to tell the non-married people how to go about their lives. First, you all must abandon dating. Drop it like a cold turkey. That great evil should not be found in the church! Second, you must all begin to court. Of course there isn't any real difference between dating and courting, but everybody knows that courting is biblical and dating is sinful. I think I would even encourage those young saints to avoid eye contact with believers of the other sex. Additionally, you shouldn't even be thinking about marrying in the future, because Paul suggested that we focus on the coming kingdom. And there's no marriage in heaven!

You know how people always say that chopping onions make you cry? Today—whilst chopping onions for Wendy—I found this partially true. It doesn't really make you cry, but it sure makes your eyes sting for awhile. Do red onions hurt more than white ones? Or am I just crazy?

We just got home from our reception. It turned out wonderful! Steve and Lisa were so nice to let us have it at their home. Sean and Chad were excellent cooks with the chicken, Brandon's mom cooked and planned everything out wonderfully, and we received many wonderful gifts.

Oh, and Seth broke one of the white plastic chairs and nearly fell into the pool. It was an eventful evening.

Every single day this guy from our apartment complex parks in the tow-away fire zone. He never gets towed. I don't even think he gets reprimanded, except for the "be ashamed" looks Brandon and I give him whenever we see him. Everyone else has to park three miles from their apartment, but he gets the parking spot of honor? Nope, I don't think so. A small part of me almost wishes a small teeny fire would occur just so he would learn his lesson. But then I know I'd feel guilty if that happened cuz I wanted it to. Ah well!

Well, it's officially up. Mosaic Life, our new blog, is here! By the way, how did all of you find the site before we linked it? I knew Seth and Dawn knew about it, but what about the rest of you? Well, it's here. We still have some loose ends to tie with with the lesser pages, but they're all functional as of now. Please change all of your links to point to this for now on.

My deep love for Brandon has inspired me to learn to cook. Anyone know any simple recipes that I can't screw up? I'd be much obliged.

I'm not sure if it's being married or just working, but for some reason time has gone by extremely fast. This month has flown by, as well as the weekend. Almost time to start all over with another week. But that doesn't depress me. I have the bestest husband in the whole world, we have everything we need, and we're happy. Simple but pleasant.

The Mosaic Life weblog is really just a conflation of two existing blogs, Blog Veritas and Fizzy Blue Soda. Since we, the owners of the mentioned blogs, became married to each other, we decided that a joint blog would be nice. Therefore, the two mentioned blogs are officially no longer in service. Also, in order to clear up any confusion, the term "mosaic life" should not be interpreted in a theonomistic sense, but that our lives are like a mosaic which is being constructed tile by tile, or something like that. Really, it was just an available two-word domain name and its been bought already so there's no changing it now.