good night.

I do realize that I am about the worst blogger that can exist... So, I shall post my first 2009 blog with a list of things I do NOT like:

1. Facebook pictures of people kissing.
2. Facebook pictures of two girls kissing.
3. Any pictures of girls kissing ...moving on...
4. Allergies.
5. Jury duty.
6. Tarnished sterling silver.
7. The word "muchacha."
8. Pulling fuzz balls off blankets or sweaters.
9. Brain teasers that I can't figure out.
10. Black licorice.
11. Traffic.
12. Wrong forecasts.
13. Children (ha. just kidding)
14. Golf.
15. Hanna Montana.

Yay for a new week.

Cafeteria Mystery

Yesterday, I made a delightful discovery in my Yuck-atan meat. Animal intestine.

No, I can't verify for sure. But with the FDA generally in favor of the consumer, I probably could have classified it as a rabbit intestine and claimed a healthy settlement... Whimsicalness aside, I do feel violated. It was certainly not a noodle as hypothesized by Molly (besides, my dish was supposed to be Yucatan mean, not Yucatan noodles). And it was relatively rubbery in texture, with a definitive intestine-like structure. My theory -- I came very close to eating the innards of some small mammal.

Hopefully not to the avail of a future victim, I did not report this discovery... Mostly because I wasn't entirely certain what I was looking at. And also because you can't expect much from a school cafeteria. But I'll be darned if it wasn't an intestine.

That's my story and I'm stickin' to it.

Thanksgiving crime

Reflections on Thanksgiving:

I have decided (well, it's more an enlightenment than a decision) to take control of Thanksgiving next year. Why take on such a daunting task? One answer -- leftovers. My family has begun to adopt a nasty habit of only making enough food for us to enjoy on Thanksgiving day. Need I remind them that while the whole world is frantically shopping at their overcrowded destinations on Black Friday, I would rather continue the Thanksgiving feast. Indeed it is a glorious experience -- turkey and cranberries on rolls for breakfast, lunch, and dinner. It's only American.

But the heinous crime of them all is the dwindling portions of stuffing that have showered injustice upon my family the past couple of years. That bird is indeed essential to any Thanksgiving meal, but the stuffing is the adhesive that supports the entire meal. The amount of stuffing that was served to my family this Thursday was the final straw to break the camel's back.

So I have resolved to participate more extensively in the Thanksgiving preparation next year that will ensure we do not experience this continuing recession of one of the biggest reasons the holidays are really worth anyone's time.

That being said, I cannot conclude without expressing my deepest and most sincere gratitude for the meal that was provided for this Thanksgiving and the family with whom I was able to share it.

(Rachel, I posted twice in day, in honor of you)

'shroom shoot (it's not what you think)

It was a strange occurrence today -- I found growing in the grass on the lawn in my parent's backyard three oddly deformed yet dear little mushrooms. It's not everyday you see these fungal friends, but they have indeed always fascinated me. I remember them being more prevalent at the house we lived in when I was younger so it was a pleasant little trip down memory lane. If it were possible, I think I would grow my own mushroom garden...

Would that make me a smurf...?

for a good cause

rachel said she would design a background for my blog if i posted every day. she thinks i can't do it. well rachel, here's post number one.

boo ya.


ok.... maybe i can't post EVERY day, but more often is better than my current pace. so start designing yo.

my new toy

Today I went to Carlsbad with my family to visit my grandmother for her birthday & we ended up picking through the remains of a community garage sale they were having in her mobile home park. And it just so happened this beach-worn tricycle cruiser was still up for grabs (guess it kinda makes sense considering its location in a senior citizen mobile home park). I've seen someone else on campus with one of these crazy trikes and was so excited to find my own. And because I can never find any better luck than at garage sales, I got the bike for $25 and we found an exact tire match for the front tire that cost another 50 cents.

So this will be my "project" for the next couple weeks. Unfortunately, I'm no 60's neighborhood boy who can pick apart a bike and do basic mechanical work on it. . . then again, I don't really know how to do anything with it. So, I'll be putting Woodcrest Bicycle Center to use to see if they can't fix the gears, perhaps find a replacement basket, and other little maintenance tid-bits on it. And I am still in the process of thinking of a better color to paint it. I'm still trying to go with the beachy look. . . so maybe a light blue?

facebook event

i recently created my very first facebook event... here are my observations:

a. the only people who post on the wall are people who "feel bad" about not being able to make it. i guess that's sorta the guilty cover-up? i'm just saying...

b. if you're "maybe-attending" you're not really attending.

c. if you've at least committed to not come, everyone can see. but don't let that keep you from feeling bad.