Last week I was riding my skateboard and I hit a pebble. The next thing I knew was that I was scrapping my knee on the asphalt. So I thought I'd share my scab with you all because I think it's the coolest thing in the world. It should also get Wendy to post again because she'll see the picture and want to post a bunch so it would get pushed off the screen. Thanks to Seth for taking the picture.

I keep hearing a commercial on the radio for 1-800-Bail-Guy. It's a tacky commercial reminding hearers of how great their cause is. The commercial even says, "Mr. Bail Guy, you are a real judicial hero!" I must have been mistaken to think that the real judicial heros were those who upheld the constitution. Thanks Mr. Bail Guy for letting me be corrected. Now I know that the real judicial heros are those who allow criminals to escape part of their punishment known as jail! I don't have a problem with people who provide bail bonds, it's just that they aren't the real judicial heros as they claimed in this commercial. Now to that which is important, I'm going to make a PB & J.

Well, I've managed to put my old Blog Veritas archives into a database, next is to do the same for Fizzy Blue Soda. Sometime in the future I'm going to build a blogging application using ColdFusion, <hopelessdream>then sell it for millions of dollars</hopelessdream>. So far blogger has been good to me, but the whole idea of it being owned by google now is a turn off. Trust me, I'll never sell out to google. [For clarity sake, I am not against google. They are the best search engine and give me many referalls. Long live google.]

So we purchased, My Big Fat Greek Wedding and it resulted in My Big Fat Greek Disapointment. Well, it wasn't that bad of a movie, it was just so hyped up that I was expecting more from it.

Another note, though slightly related, has to do with the design of the words, "My Big Fat Greek Wedding." It annoyes me when people try to write something and make it look Greek by using sigmas as the letter "E." Here's a quick lesson on a couple of the letters of the Greek alphabet.

This is a sigma (the letter S in Greek): S

This is an epsilon (the letter E in Greek): E

I hope you all use it correctly for now on. Thanks.

This week has been interesting thus far. A rock on the freeway hit my window and left me with a nice crack in the windshield. Then my clutch went out. So instead of fixing the window I had to replace the clutch. Well, after lots of money later I still have a cracked windshield. Nevertheless, its almost the weekend and I'm hoping to find joy in that.

Yeah, you all had to go back to work today. How'd you like that, huh? Didn't feel too good, did it? That's what I thought.

Oh yeah, I forgot to mention that I have a new job now. In fact, this week is my first real week of actually non-training. To save myself from having to explain the whole thing, I'll just say I work at a mortgage company as a status rep. So far, I like it a lot. And that's a lot to say for me. In the past, I've always hated my jobs. But I do wonder... Will it always happen? Will I always get sick of the same old thing, the same old people, the same annoyances, and start hating my job? I know very few people who adore what they do. Maybe it's just part of the whole fall of man thing. Or maybe it's just part of work life before acquiring a degree and experience.

Happy Presidents Day everyone. Unlike my sweet husband, I have to work. Bleh. Ah well, that's life. Enjoy your day off. I know I would...

to the sweetest girl that has ever lived! I love you so much, Wendy, and hope that you have the most awesomest day today.

Oh yeah, I also hope the rest of you have a good day today, as well! And thanks for the Yoda Valentine, Seth.

It doesn't rain a whole lot here in Southern California. Taking this into consideration, Subway decided to advertise a special offer for those rare rainy days. The so-called deal is that if you buy one 6" sub and a drink, you get a second 6" sub for no additional cost. So Wendy and I decided to redeem this offer and went to a Subway in Tustin. Now Wendy had heard about the offer a few weeks prior over the radio, and so I was still rather sceptical about the whole situation. When we walked into the restaurant we were hesitent at first. There were other customers present and we didn't want to look idiotic. Finally, after drawing mental straws, I insecurely asked the guy behind the counter, "So, like, um, do you guys have a special when it rains or something?" He responded, "Um. I don't—" "Yes," begrudgingly stated the other man behind the counter, "When you buy one 6" sub you get a second free if you also buy a coke." I don't think that they wanted to share our secret with the other customers. Well, we bought our food and were on our way.

Yesterday, my boss said that he was thinking about Subway and so I informed him about this special. When he got to Subway he asked them about the deal, and the man behind the counter said, "I know about that deal, but we won't give it to you." Needless to say, my boss got the manager's information and is (hopefully) going to take care of business. If it were me, I wouldn't let up on them until they were out of business and I had lifetime supply of subs. I'd claim that I was a minority and have the ACLU all over the nation's largest fast food chain!

I realized recently that I no longer hate the color pink, hearts, and Valentines Day. If you knew me a few years ago, you'd know this is a really big change for me. I used to hate Valentines Day, because I despised the fact that little infatuated teenagers claimed their ill-fated relationships to be love, celebrated the holiday by adding another person to their STD list, and then a week later collapsed into tears declaring their life to be over and pain to be deepest of all, at least until another person came along. Now I don't really think about that, other than to blog about my old annoyances. I guess marriage has softened me. Now hearts are sweet, pink isn't so bad (nearly a wearable color) and Valentines Day seems like a great idea.

Has any ever noticed how the employees at Target look so unprofessional? The only requirement that they have to uphold with reference to attire is a "red shirt." I don't know about the country as a whole, but especially here in Orange County you can't tell an employee of Target apart from the customers. They interpret the colour red strangely, wearing anything from pink to burgendy. Also, they wear anything from polo shirts to sweaters to t-shirts with surf shop screen prints all over. Then again, I guess this is good for shrinkage control because the employees are incognito.

As a child, I always expected myself to learn things extremely quickly. Therefore, I became frustrated frequently. My dad would try to calm me down by saying "don't get frustrated, don't get frustrated." This only lead to a worse fit. I haven't felt that feeling in quite a while. It came back today.

If you grew up in a time when typed papers had to be done without a computer and actually did a good job at it, I'm awed by you. I envy your skill. My resumé boasts my 65 words per minute typing ability, but with a typewriter I'm down to maybe ten words, filled with errors. Today at work I had to work with a beastly typewriter. I was told to type some very important documents with carbon copies. That's right, no errors allowed. At all. I murdered twenty sheets of the forms before I completed the five I had to do. Stupid typewriters. Computers are way better.

Wendy: (from the computer, hearing the sounds of gunfire and screams) Why do you always watch stuff like that?

Brandon: I'm not. I'm waiting for the next movie to come on.

Wendy: What's that?

Brandon: The Untouchables.

Wendy: What's it about?

Brandon: Um, Al Capone and stuff like that.

Wendy: Did you know Al Capone died of syphillis?

Brandon: I thought it was tax evasion.

Wendy: It was a joint effort.