So funny: "I don’t want to eat Toby, he is my friend, and he has always been the most loving, adorable pet. However, God as my witness, I will devour this little guy unless I receive 50,000$ USD into my account from donations or purchase of merchandise."

Thanks to Ryan for the link. :)

Ah, the changing of the tastebuds. They say it happens every seven years. Until recently, I'd never noticed it.

As a child I loved all food, as long as it was smothered in ketchup. Eggs, pretty much any meat, green beans, bologna - splatter some ketchup on top and I was good to go. This didn't go over well when I ate at the homes of my playmates, because they wanted to join in on my tomato-based habit, while their parents disapproved. I didn't mind eating ketchup plain, either, as I would slowly drain ketchup packets on the way home from fast food restaurants.

My love for ketchup hasn't completely diminished but has faded quite a bit. I'm not sure if it's because I actually finally tasted it, but I realize I really don't like bologna at all.

French fries and fruit smoothies used to be things I'd partake of only if there was nothing better offered. Now they can actually compete with old favorites. I fear the reason I like french fries now is mostly psychological, as I hear women say all too often "I LOVE McDonald's fries." I always thought that fries were silly things to waste calories on, but lately... Eh. Guess times and tastebuds are changing.

This is hilarious. I just love that the kid stole his dad's redneck truck while he slept. Here's my favorite part: "The boy rolled up the windows and locked the doors as police approached. He pressed the gas pedal and the truck sent mud and dirt flying."

I'm so proud to be from Alabama right now.

We got us a wonderfully flavored ham today. Mmm. Mmm Mm! My favorite part is the candy glaze they bake on it. We purchased it from Gold'n Baked Hams in Laguna Hills. They also have this cool apple spice side dish thing, and it's really good if you heat up some. Thanks to the Seth for getting us hooked on the ham.

In other news, somebody just rang our doorbell. I looked through peephole to find a boy with a roll of toilet paper. Fearing lest our apartment become TP'd, I answered the door. The boy said he was with such and such church and they were having a scavenger hunt. He wanted to exchange his lovely roll of unused toilet paper for something bigger or better. So I went looking through the house for something disposable, yet worth more than TP. If I were in the woods I would have traded my shirt for some TP, but we already had a full stock. Sitting in a secluded area above our kitchen cabinets was a little monkey reading a book. I figured it could go. Now we have more TP, and it looks like the expensive kind too!

Since people have been finding my site by searching for this article about the finger that was found in a bowl of chili from Wendy's, I thought I'd clarify your search results. Although I cut my finger last week, I didn't completely sever it and also did not put it in any Wendy's chili for distribution. Thanks, and enjoy the site. :)

Through the help of my wife, I realized that everything on this site is outdated: the links, the bios, the added tidbits of who knows what, etc. It's all outdated. Hopefully we'll make a change soon, but don't hold your breath.

How do you take communion if you're allergic to, say, grapes? Can you bend the traditional elements of wine/grape juice and just have water? Is it the thought that counts?

The Seth said that if you're allergic to grapes, it's a sign that you're not elect, so we shouldn't worry about it. Feel free to let me know your opinion. It could be helpful if I suddenly become allergic to grapes or meet a bubble person.

Update: Here's something from a link The Seth found:

The Presbytery might administer wine in a common cup to all who come to the Lord’s Table. But in so doing, the Presbytery might make the following accommodation to those who fear taking either the wine or grape product (due to an allergy or previous addiction), or to those who fear being exposed to some contagious disease: those with such cases of conscience might lift the common cup as closely as they can to their lips without actually drinking from it.

Response: Although they have not actually drunk from the cup, the Presbytery would argue that they have yet preserved the instituted element of wine and the sacred symbol of the common cup at the Lord’s Table apart from imposing their accommodation upon any other communicant. However, can it be said that they have partaken of the Lord’s Supper? Yes, we believe they have partaken in faith, even if they have not actually tasted of the wine in the common cup. If there is no contempt for the sacrament of the Lord’s Supper, and if they do earnestly desire to partake out of the common cup with the Church (but cannot do so due to various cases of conscience as enumerated above), we would argue that their faith and intention are regarded as the act itself. Such an accommodation has been practiced by faithful Reformed Churches of the past as we shall demonstrate.

I think my only issue with that would be that you're not actually drinking anything. I would think it would be better to participate with water than to pretend to participate. But that's only opinion, and since the act described above is accepted, I guess I lose.

Brandon and I got new cell phones over the weekend. Brandon's number stayed the same, but I got a new number because I wanted a 949 number. Which is not to be mistaken with 909. So if you want my new number, email or message me on aim. Or just call Brandon.

We had a contest w/ our friends' cell phones to see which cell phone company got the best reception at our apartment. Verizon won, so we switched over from Cingular, and so far it's great. Hooray!

I'm trying to decide if I like having a cell phone case. I mean, it protects the phone so I guess that's good and all, but it looks like black cell phone lingerie, yet sort of masculine. Hmm.

I got my hair did Saturday. It's red w/ blond highlights. The red is supposed to fade to reddish brown within a month or so at least - right now the red feels slightly bright to me. Ah well, I like it.

I have to hurry up and finish my projects that I was supposed to finish during my Spring Break, since it's over as of today. When are teachers going to understand that not all of their students have a whole week of freedom? I mean, if the kids are taking night classes there is a strong chance that they're working as well. Either that or they like to sleep all day. Either way they don't have a whole bunch of time to do extra assignments during time off. Besides, it should truly be a break. There. I'm done with that rant.

Have a good week.

I don't know why I'm doing the Friday Fiver, other than it gives me something to blog. Plus I remembered that it's Friday on Friday. That's commendable.

1. What's the first physical feature that attracts you to another person?
Hmm. The eyes, I guess. I think this is a question for single people.

2. Do you read the tabloids (i.e. The National Enquirer, The Mirror)?
Not the actual magazines, but I'll read the headlines as I stand in the check-out line. I mean, I have to keep up with which celebrities are getting divorced and how bat boy is doing.

3. Have you ever snuck a peek at someone else's paper while taking an exam?
Can't say that I have. But once in sixth grade, when I didn't study for a vocab quiz (it was one of those where you have to know the definition word-for-word) I tried to cheat off of my vocabulary list that I had put on top of my books beneath my desk. But then a girl told on me, probably because she was jealous of my superior ingenuity in cheating. That was the only incident where I deliberately tried to cheat on a test. Guess it's good that I got caught in the long run.

4. How would you describe your vision?
My vision? Like my ability to see things kinda vision or my plans for the future sort of vision? Well, my eyesight is awful and I wear contacts. And I have no vision for the future, other than finishing college and doing something cool.

5. What's the scariest thing you've ever seen?
I dream about pretty scary stuff, so whatever it is, it's probably from one of my dreams. I'll get back to you on that one.

Happy St. Patrick's Day! What a great holiday. I just love pinching people. Well, I should probably go invest some energy into finding something green to wear today.

Quick St. Patrick's Day memory: when I was in elementary school, this little girl pinched me even though I was wearing green. So I punched her. I don't recall getting into trouble for it, though. I was such a goody-goody the teacher probably didn't believe her when she told on me.

I was chopping vegetables last night when I cut my index finger. The best way I can describe the wound is to say that it's sort of like a fish gill. When Brandon saw it, he expressed his sympathy, and after it was established that I would indeed survive, he joked that I shouldn't try to skin myself anymore. Yeah, I guess he's right.

I slept the entire night with my glasses on. Didn't break them or anything. My friend Eric hates my circa 1970's glasses, though he was there when I got them and apparently wasn't forceful enough to stop me from getting them. I'm glad the glasses have lasted as long as they have, because I have no idea what kind of glasses I'd get to replace them. The replacements would probably be even more out of style, since I figure all glasses are dorky. You wear glasses a while 'til people forget how good you look without glasses, then you switch back to your contacts and they think you've really improved. And of course, you also wear glasses from time to time to look smarter. Or at least feel smarter while hiding behind them.

This week is my Spring Break, which means I have a whole lot of homework but I don't have to go to class. Did I mention I get to read a book? The Things They Carried, by Tim O'brien. It's about the Vietnam War, so I figure it should be pretty darned cheery. Well, keep it real.

I simply wanted to bestow to all of my homies on the west-side a shout-out. Peace.

It's Friday, so I thought I'd do the Friday Fiver. Just 'cuz.

1. Michael Jackson: Did he do it?
Eh, probably. But he's doing a good job of punishing himself with his grotesque appearance.

2. Martha: Did she deserve prison?
*shrug* But it seemed to stop her from being uppity and perfect for just a few months, so perhaps it was worth it.

3. Bill Clinton: Think his wife is going to run for President?
Ugh, I hope not. The jokes about the Clinton family went stale while Bill was in office. I don't want all of that rehashed. Plus there would be new lame jokes about a woman in office. It's probably bad that my main concern about possible presidents is how annoying the jokes might be.

4. Madrid anniversary of 3/11: Are you thinking about it?
Can't say that I am. But then, I can't even remember my friends' birthdays, let alone the anniversaries of terrorist attacks.

5. What's the headline of your local news outlet?
Three Shot to Death at Ga. Courthouse.

Sloppy Joes

Can there be anything better? I think not. You see, sloppy joes are like the good part of spegetti (the sauce), the good part of the cow (the meat), and it's all wrapped up into a nice hamburgeresq package. Three cheers for sloppy joes!

Here I am on Seth's bike.

Brandon broke my nail during a game of thumb war. What's bad is that he proceeded to pin my thumb even after I'd yelled out "Ow, you bent my nail back!" He justified this by saying he was trying to put pressure on it to stop the pain, not trying to win even though he'd already hurt me. It was definitely the worst casualty we've had in thumb war so far.

According to this page (see under Holy Orders), a person who is married prior to joining the Roman Catholic Church is still eligible for the priesthood. With this in mind, all ye would-be priests should become protestant, then become married, then become a Catholic. It is possible this would resolve some of the child molestation issues within the Catholic priesthood of America. Here is another interesting site as well.

I vow here and now never to refer to Brandon as my "Hubby." I mean, think of the age group that uses that term. Yeah, my point exactly.