Jesus and Strip Clubs

I was talking with my cousin the other day. We were talking about strip clubs. She mentioned "What Would Jesus Do?" After a little bit of thinking, I have a sneaky suspicion that he would go to a strip club. He wouldn't go for sexual pleasure, but he would go because that is where the sinners are. How many times did Jesus speak in a synagogue? Not very often huh? He did seem to be around adulterers and prostitutes and lepers and other rejects of society. Sooo...if given a choice to go speak to a bunch of Christians at a church or a bunch of people in need of him at a strip club. I think the strip club would be the place for him. Some of you may be gasping. My Jesus wouldn't defile himself by going to a strip club. Well, you are wrong! Jesus can't defile himself! He is God! This reminds me of a book I was reading once. It is called "How to be a Christian Without Being an Idiot." by a comedian guy. I will have to get back to you on his name because I forget. He was talking about people going to foreign mission fields. If somebody told you that they were going to be going to a place where the culture is quite different than us- People dance in the nude for erotic purposes on a regular basis. Offerings are given up for the purpose of sexual gratification. You tell them you really want to go and help these people. People would say "YES GO!!! Where is this place? Is it in Africa?" Then you tell them it is in the local strip club. That feeling of excitement they once had would turn into shock. "No...You shouldn't be in places like that. What will people think of you?" My answer to that would be "who freakin cares what people think of me, it is what God thinks of me that I care about. Alright, so I think I have stated my point. Jesus would go to strip clubs, he would go to bars, and he would go to casinos. Jesus doesn't need a church to bring people to him, and neither do we!


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Enough of that....
Thom gave me another blog that is pretty interesting. One day I will add a link to it.

http://www.postsecret.blogspot.com

Word of the Day:

I am done with this for a while. I guess I will just make up something.

Harlot (there you go)

one other thing...

One more time...here is a new edited post if you have read this already...the links now work. Thanks Triv-Daddy

Apparantly the Numa Numa guy (feautured in this post regrets making the video. Hey...this sentence is added (I am editing it) . You can't read the article unless you have an aol account, sor sorry It has became too popular, and he has the media calling him all the time. He says he can't sue anybody because he is the one that put it on the internet. He would have to sue himself. Go figure. Read the article here

hmmm...

I am too tired to do a real post. I randomy went to Terre Haute laste night to watch http://www.fiveapples.com and http://www.greatscottmusic.com . I really like five apples. They are really funny, and I really like Great Scott. What better th ing than them playing together? Right...so I got home around 4:30 a.inm. , and I had to be up to meet J. Reese at 7:30 to do the Polar Bear Run. Let's just say that it was the roughest five miles of my life. Let's just say that it is probably a better idea to get a good night's sleep the night before and to have a little bit of food and liquid (besides alcohol) in you system. It's all good though. I ran all five, and we beat our last time for a five mile race we had. Go me. Next week, it's a 10K. Mini time is coming...

Here are a few quizzes to leave you with...Since you are here actually reading, go ahead and take a quiz. These things are 100% accurate. (ha)

You Are 50% Left Brained, 50% Right Brained

The left side of your brain controls verbal ability, attention to detail, and reasoning. Left brained people are good at communication and persuading others. If you're left brained, you are likely good at math and logic. Your left brain prefers dogs, reading, and quiet. The right side of your brain is all about creativity and flexibility. Daring and intuitive, right brained people see the world in their unique way. If you're right brained, you likely have a talent for creative writing and art. Your right brain prefers day dreaming, philosophy, and sports.

Are You Right or Left Brained?

You Belong in the USA

Sweet! People either love you or hate you And you really don't care what anyone thinks Big and bold, you do things your way

What English Speaking Country Do You Belong In?

men are from mars....

So, a quiz I had on a previous post sparked a bit of discussion. I want to move it to the front to see what more we can get going. What do you think about the differences about men and women? I think the quiz was more based on stereotypes (obviously). I think that stereotypically I am not that girly. I like that. I don't want to be girlie. I also don't want to be the same as men. I think that equal rights are necessary. I think we have that now. I do think that women should have the same pay as men in the same positions as them. Ok..that was kind of random. This is my comment on this. Let me show you the comments we have had so far.

.....Next, I am painfully offended by the boy brain/girl brain quiz. Games, quizzes, non-reseearch based 'self help' books, etc. completely reinforce sexual stereotypes!! Every meta-analytical text has supported the notion that more differences in cognitive ability exist between individuals than between the sexes!!! Of course, such research is not readily available to the public because who would want to buy a book entitled: "Both Men and Women are from Mars, but women's history of oppression and subordination has forced them to Venus: the lesser planet"?

Perhaps I should pursue educational psychology so I can implement gender studies programs for prepubescent children!

Ok, off my soap box and time to study!
Lotsa Lovin' -KRV

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...remember the iron? Poor miguel...

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Actually, both men and women are from earth.

Rosie? How come you have a rash of people that are just taking things too seriously? Man! Have some fun people.

To KRV. Actually, men and women are different. Neither is superior to the other, just diffent. Rather thean railing against, and in effect, ignoring those differences, my suggestion is to maximize them. That makes life more fun!

Nobody says men or women are superior to the other, just different.

EMBRACE YOUR WOMANHOOD! Use your feminine wiles to their maximum capability!

JB

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I agree with JB. Men and women are totally different. I have been pregnant 3 times and I pity men because they cannot enjoy the joys of being a woman. We get to cook, clean, birth children, take care of the children, do the laundry, and make sure out husbands look good, all while our husbands sit and enjoy TV and a beer. (ha ha)

Seriously, be glad you are different than men, just imagine being one. I also agree that all people are different not just gender. We would live in a boring world if we weren't different.
Ang

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Ok..let's get some fun started....

go at it!

ATA Plane Race

The Pacers managed to squeak past the Shaq-less Miami Heat. It was exciting game, but it seemed that the crowd was more excited about the ATA Plane Race. People that frequent Pacer games seem to be quite furious about this part of the night. What is the ATA plane race you ask? At a designated time out during the game, an animation comes up on the big screen with three planes ready to go down the runway. Each plane represents a different level. One lucky person from "the loudest level" wins two free tickets. The lucky person is picked is chosen by the "random seat generator." Random seat generator my *censored word*. The freakin winner is already chosen. There is already a camera person there ready to show the winner. Still, the crowd will go wild for the bankrupt airline. They cheer more for ATA than they do for Reggie. Reggie still gets a few cheers. They were louder for ATA than for the Pacers when the Pacers won by two in overtime. What the "hillus" that about? Let me introduce you to one particularly disgruntled fan. The very studly Triv-daddy is probably the most angry during the ATA plane race. He goes to quite a few games, and it makes him super T.O.'d to see ATA get more attention than his dear Pacers. He literallly starts wailing on guitar and flipping out during the plane race. I wonder what would happen if he was the actual winner. When interviewed, Triv-daddy (pictured below) had this to say:
"Thunder-stealing bastards (ATA), they are going bankrupt and they are still stealing clout from the Pacers. I am pretty pissed about it." scroll down for rest of story.

Ok, I am done with that little rant, but since I mentioned the Pacers, I can't go without mentioning Scot Pollard!!! He is my favorite. He didn't play at all last night though. That made me sad. Also, while we have the Triv mentioned in this post, I must also mention a quote his dad once said at the dinner table of his brother Robbie. Much discussion was going on at dinner on Robbie's sexual orientation. Robbie was then trying to blow out a candle. Rich (Triv's dad) said "Robbie can't be gay, he can't even blow out a candle." I lost it, we all lost it, and that quote will be infamous. That's all I have to say.

Word of the day:
ATA PLANE RACES SUCK

holy horse pucky

My super sweet friend Nick created the little picture above. It all goes back to his Star Trek shirt. If you don't know what I am talking about, here is a little excert from his post. .

Dad had given me this shirt for Xmas, to which I thought was actually cool, considering he picked it. So I decide to wear this shirt that night, being the all singing/all dancing crap that I am. I show up...only to have my shirt kicked down a peg by Rose. She said I looked like a person from Star Trek. It never dawned on me, but holy horse puckey, I did. I asked her for some foil, because wearing this shirt wouldn't be right unless I had the official insignia and the ability to contact Mr. Scott so he could therefore, beam me the hell up. You can check out the original story ->here<- or go see the shirt in all it's glory ->here<-

I think this is amazing. It makes me feel like a movie star. Oh yeah. My name is Sunflower Olson. How original. This makes me laugh. Maybe I am a huge nerd. It's all good though. Actually, I have never seen any of the star trek movies. I actually told my friend Nick that he needed to correct an error in his post. He had said Mr. Scott instead of Mr. Spock. Oh, I am a genius. He, in fact, meant Mr. Scott, as in "Beam me up, Scotty." I think that had to knock a few points off the nerd score. I actually have never seen any of the Star Wars or Lord of the Rings movies. I distinctly remember a certain Indian man saying to me:

How can you call yourself an American if you have never seen Star Wars. Even I have seen Star Wars back in 198? in India...

When he said this, I almost lost it. It kind of reminded me of the Indian guy in Van Wilder (which if you haven't seen it, it is a great movie). Ok...so back to whatever semi-logical (ha) point I was making. The above picture is pretty darn cool. Props to Wertzy!!! Oh yeah, I also love it that he named the post "Captain's Blog" instead of "Captain's log"

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Ok...done with that...I must add in one more thing.
I was looking at the stats from my blog. Apparently somebody linked to my blog from google. If you search for the poochie lip disease, my blog is the very first choice. Somebody, for some random reason, searched for this and linked to my blog. This somebody was from Grand Rapids Baptist College. Unfortunatly, when you link to my blog from this link, you just get the whole entire blog. This meas that whoever this person had their eyes profaned by the naked people. They probably stained their culottes they were so upset. Ok, I am sorry, I just had to say that. It did make me laugh though.

word of the day:

paradisaical

Nakey Time! Nakey Time!

A group of nudists eat together at a monthly 'Clothing Optional Dinner' at a New York City restaurant, Feb. 17, 2005. About 30 people arrived for the buffet dinner -- no hot soup on the menu -- most of them middle-aged, several married couples, some singles, the youngest perhaps in their 30s. Diners must bring something to sit on -- a towel or, for discerning women, an elegant silk scarf. (Mike Segar/Reuters)

Read the full story here...

Could this ever happen in Indianapolis? I don’t really think so. We are too conservative of a city. How awesome would it be though? I could see the conversation now. “What are you doing tonight?” “Oh, I am going to the new nude restaurant, do you want to check it out with me?” “Heck yes I do!” Kool, I would definitely go with you. Apparently, it isn’t the youngest, prettiest folk going to this place. As you can see from the picture above, the crowd is a bit older. I say we make a restaurant for young and old! Nudeness required. Is this bad of me? Probably, huh? Christians probably shouldn’t go to nude restaurants…it wouldn’t be the “right” thing to do. Too bad…because this restaurant is going to have bonnet night next month in honor of Easter!

Next month is our Easter bonnet event, where everybody has to come wearing an Easter bonnet," said Ordover, a heavyset man with a jovial smile and glasses.

Hmmm…Ordover…heavyset…maybe a nude restaurant isn’t such a good idea…or maybe it is…anybody in for it?

*On another note...I took a quiz...imagine that...

Your Brain is 33.33% Female, 66.67% Male

You have a total boy brain Logical and detailed, you tend to look at the facts And while your emotions do sway you sometimes... You never like to get feelings too involved

What Gender Is Your Brain?

Soooo...apparently I am more male than female...fun, huh? I think I could have told you that...I am so not girly...I am trying to get better though.

Word of the Day:

SmookerSmackSmeeSmuck (Thanks Big "C" Brian)

Make up a definition...be creative...be be creative.

my dad is stinkin crazy

Here is a recent conversation between my dad and I:

Dad: I have learned a lot of this new rap music that is out
Me: Oh really?
Dad: To the window...
Me: Wow, that is a bad song.
Dad: To the wall...
Me: (thinking: holy crap)
Dad: Sweat rolls down and falls...
Me: (still thinking: I can't believe my dad is singing this)
Dad: and all these females crawl
Me: (still thinking: I really hope he doesn't sing the next line)
Dad: Skeet, Skeet, Skeet, Skeet
Me: (still thinking: oh he did, I can't believe my dad is singing this)
Me: Where did you learn this?
Dad: I went out with somebody for his 21st birthday and he kept singing this.
Me: (perplexed)
Dad: But we shouldn't sing that song because we have the Lord with us.

At this point I lost it. Note that he sang the edited version. Thank goodness. I am not sure what I would have done if had sang the real version. My dad is hilarious. He is moving to Broadripple. I can see him at the Vogue dancing it up. This is going to be great. I have so many more stories from my dad, but I know that you probably don't want to hear them. They are funny though. Parents are funny aren't they? I guess most of us would say our parents are crazy. I think I may be able to top you. I got an e-mail from my mom today. She got married yesterday. She is pretty crazy too. The whole family is. It is a wonder I turned out OK..or did I? I guess that is up to you to decide. Who thinks that their parents are crazy?

Random thoughts:
1. I really like water with lemon
2. I wish I could go to Princeton right now and visit Matt so he could watch a movie with me
3. our Christmas tree is still up in our living room.
4. at least we took the lights off of it.
5. giving up stuff for Lent is hard..I guess that is the point.
6. I locked my keys in my car..I am a genius
7. The sqare root of 12 is an irrational number
8. I can prove it for you if you want
9. I really like going to mass...
10. I miss Josh and Tyanna..I hope we hang out soon.
11. I probably should stop typing now
12. This is one of the most dreadful posts ever
13. Even though it is awful, please comment still...that makes me happy

Word of the day:

make up your own again..I promise next post I will be on it again. I know you care so much.

Save Toby!

Alright I need something like this website. Here is a little excert from this website.

Toby is the cutest little bunny on the planet. Unfortunately, he will DIE on June 30th, 2005 if you don't help. I rescued him several months ago. I found him under my porch, soaking wet, injured from what appeared to be an attack fron an alley cat. I took him in, thinking he had no chance to live from his injuries, but miraculously, he recovered. I have since spent several months nursing him to health. Toby is a fighter, that's for sure.

Unfortunately, on June 30th, 2005, Toby will die. I am going to eat him. I am going to take Toby to a butcher to have him slaughter this cute bunny. I will then prepare Toby for a midsummer feast. I have several recipe's under consideration, which can be seen, with some pretty graphic images, under the recipe section

I know that this is pretty awful and some of you are going "OH MY! THIS IS TERRIBLE!!" (Andy), but go with me on this one. Maybe we all can work together and come up with some witty website and then we can make money. All this guy asks for is to donate one dollar to his paypal account. That's all! One Dollar! Most people have a dollar to spare...and it's a fun thing to save the bunny (which I speculate is really in no danger). So far, (as of Feb. 13, he has made nearly 15,000 dollars). If we can brainstorm, and Brian T. can design a website, I could make some money! I don't want to harm any bunnies...a cat may be ok. Alright, that probably made some people shiver too. I was KIDDING! How about I go take a lot of pics of the Crown ViC. We could make a website for that thing. We could get people to donate money to help pimp it out. It could be like a version of "MTV pimp my ride" but instead, it would be "WWW pimp my ride." Alright, I am done brainstorming, that is all my little mind could come up with. Help me out folks

*On another note, Thom had suggested I check out this website to get a curse for the person who hit my car. I just had to put the curse that was generated for me in a main post because it was funny. Here it is

Harken, thou exceedingly foolish virgin, for you will be kicked by an incontinent camel!

Ha..incontinent camel..I can see it now

Word of the Day:

It is too early to think of anything creative..any suggestions? What is your favorite word?

I have the worst luck with cars..

I think the title says it all. I have the stinkin worst luck with cars. Would you like to know why? If not, stop reading NOW because I am going to give a sort of overview of my car history.

*It all started in 1999. I got my first car. It was a cute little purplish pink 94 tracker. I was paying payments on it to my evil step dad. One day, I went outside to go to school and my car was gone. My step dad let me believe that it had been stolen when in all reality; he had taken the money I had been giving him and NOT paying the payments. It had in fact been repossessed.
*I went without a car for a little while when my step dad told me he had taken the "insurance money" (ha) from the tracker and bought me a nice perfectly good 1990 Nissan sentra. It was either this car or no car. I had no choice because my step dad and mom would not give me rides anywhere, so I took it. I still had to pay for this one, so I was giving payments to my step dad.
This car was a piece of poo. I leaked oil, the sunroof leaked; the battery and the cables attached to the battery would continuously come apart so I would have to get out of my car while I was on the road somewhere to fix that. My timing belt broke, I had radiator issues, and the list could go on and on. Everyday, something else broke.
*Freshman year of college, my mom tells me she is going to give me 2000 dollars for Christmas to find a new car so I could have a car at school. She feels bad for what my step dad did. I get a 1994 Nissan sentra. As far as how it ran, this was a bright spot in my car history. It lasted me from January of '01 to November/December of '04. At this point, it just quit on me and we sold it to an Asian guy name Jim. However, in those 3 years, I had 2 CD players stolen from me, both at my grandma's house. One time, I left my face plate on, and they unlocked my car and got in and took it. The other time, on my 21st birthday, I came home real quick for about 15 minutes in between getting my license renewed and a doctor’s appointment to get some breakfast. I left my windows down and my CD player in because I was only gone a short time. I came back, and it was gone. I cried.
*After it quit, I got a 1993 Mitsubishi Eclipse. This car LOOKED cool, but once I had it about a month, it decided that it wanted to get a crack in the radiator. We got that fixed, and then the engine decided it didn't want to work anymore. In the short time I had this car; I had yet another CD player stolen. This time, I had my alarm on, my doors off, and my face plate with me, they just took the radio. I was so mad; I decided never to get a CD player in my car again. Brian T. was so sweet to me, he got me a tape player for my car and a portable CD player to go with it. These never got used though because I ended up never needing them.
*After that car quit, I had to borrow my dad's 87 Crown Victoria. This car was a piece of work. EVERYTHING was wrong with it, and that almost made it sweet. I will spare you the details right now, but if you as me nice enough in the comments, I will give you the details. I did win Colts tickets for it being the worst car in Indianapolis.
*Now, if you are still reading, this is where the story really starts. The car I have now, I got because I didn't want to have to worry about it breaking down. I was sick of all the issues of was having with cars. I was correct; I don't have to worry about it breaking down. However, I have only had the car a year, and in that year, somebody has backed out of their driveway and sideswiped my car, putting a big dent in it and taking out a mirror. I got that fixed. Then somebody shot my window with a BB gun and broke it. I still don't have that fixed. Then I had two good tires get ruined by a pothole or something. THEN today, I go out to my car and somebody freakin hit my car again. Now, there is a huge dent in my door again. The same door that was fixed before. I am so mad, and kind of weirded out that I am not that mad because it seems to be commonplace in my life. Now, I have to spend a huge chunk of money paying my deductible and getting my window fixed. I will gladly accept donations.

This is why I think I am cursed.

word of the day:

whammy

Crazy Canadians

In the following story, I will change the names (or not mention any at all) to protect the not so innocent. There were a few people that were to be taking a business trip of to detroit. While they were there, they decided to go accross the border into Canada to go to a casino. The decided to drive one of the people's vans to Canada. They went, and then made it back and everything was ok. On a little tangent, the reason why that sign is there is because they saw a sign much like this while they were in the great country of Canada. They said it was like a book, and it basically did not tell you anything that wasn't common sense. Ok..back to the story that was at hand. The next day, while two of the guys were loading up the van, they open up the back of the van and there is a case. It looks much like a gun case. They think to themselves "is that what I think it is?" They decide to open the case, and yep..inside is a gun. Ha..the owner of the van is not the one who drove accross the border and back. So he let another guy smuggle his gun in Canada and then out. Ok, maybe the story would be funnier for some of you if you had names. However, i don't want customs to read my blog, which I am sure they do, and come after them. I will just change the name of one individual and you can let your imagination go from there. The owner of the van, we will call him "my boss," was the owner of the gun who let his fellow employees almost get in trouble for smuggling weapons accross the border. He could have been a terrorist. Canada could all be in flames because they let him accross. America could be too because the U.S. customs let him back in. What a crazy world we live in. By the way, if you are still reading this incredibly random post, you can make your own custom sign (much like the one above at http://www.electromark.com/indexstock.asp. Make some signs..it could be fun..

Fat Kids on the Playground

Brian T. showed me this little video, and it reminded me a lot of the playground days. I remember back in 5th grade there were these two guys that went to my elementary school. For those whiteland people reading this, their initials would be B.D. and Z.B., figure them out from there. These two guys were exceptionally large for 5th grade. Not only were they big kids, they were a little strange. Z.B. wanted to make video games when he grew up and spent a lot of time drawing and talking in strange voices. He seemed to live in a sort of video game fantasy world. Now B.D., oh what can we say about him? He always wore zebra pants and talked to himself. I think I saw him dance a few times, so this video is appropriate. I remember in high school, he quit Spanish club to go be in French club because he didn't get elected as an officer in French club. OK, back to 5th grade. I was exceptionally small in 5th grade, and I remember at recess they would always try to chase me to kiss me. At this point, I didn't really want to kiss boys anyway, especially THEM. So, that was always the nightmare, they would chase me, I would scream, they wouldn't catch me, and life would go on. Oh but then there was one day. One fateful day that it was wet outside. I have a hard time staying on my feet anyway, and I fell in a puddle. I was then free game, and I got a kiss from both. BLAH! Alright, that is my story. Please note that I was not making fun of the fat kids, I have nothing against them, but these kids were weird. Click on the link below, and this really reminds me of stuff they would do.

Go!

word of the day:
unctuous

Holy crap...

This video is really, really, really funny. When I watched it for the first time, I nearly peed my pants. Wow to whoever made this video. You had WAY too much time on your hands... Go watch it; you will be sorry if you don't. For a preview, my favorite line is "27+39=66, unless you're catholic, then there's even more...” Thank you Matt (rat masher) for the link!

baby got book (watch it NOW!!)

Now, on to my word of the day.

JB did not know what culottes are, and he suggested that I make it the word of the day. I will give you the link to look it up, but I will also explain what they are.

Here is the link:

culottes

now on to my description.

Culottes are these knee length things that are incredibly full (like a skirt) but are like shorts. They generally are pleated and seem to be homemade a lot. Because of this, when you are around a group of people (like the strict Baptists) that wear culottes a lot, you see all kinds of crazy fabric designs. (Things such as veggie tales, tweetie bird, whatever you can think of)When I would wear culottes to school in the winter, people would make fun of me because I was wearing shorts. I remember when I was in high school (and allowed to wear pants); we had a youth activity with my church where the girls were not going to be allowed to wear pants. We could wear knee length shorts. Trust me; this is NOT the same as culottes. I actually liked some of my knee length shorts. I was bringing a friend a long on this (SARAH T.!), and she did not own any knee length shorts. She also could not borrow mine because I am much shorter than her. So, somebody from my church let her borrow a pair of culottes. They were hideous. They had tweetie bird all over them, and it was extremely funny. Here is the point to this story. Making people conform to your standards before they enter your church is not an effective way to reach people. Sarah just thought the rules were funny and ridiculous. What makes us so special that we can place rules like that on people who simply want to visit? Alright...that is all I am going to say. I wish Sarah read this so she could say something about those darn culottes...Kristin get on it!

Barney for Baptists

I grew up in a crazy strict household. My parents considered themselves to be "fundamental, Bible-believing, independent Baptist." Now, don't confuse this type of Baptist with the heathen southern Baptists. They belong to a convention...that = bad! I was fed that most of my life. I was not allowed to wear pants (culottes for me please!). Let me tell you, this does not make you the cool kid in school. We had to mute the TV. at commercials because we may hear "questionable music." Basically, we led about the most sheltered life possible. You know you are sheltered when the coolest thing to you is Patch the Pirate. Most of you do not know who Patch is, but we had ALL of his tapes! I was even a sailor in the Patch the Pirate Club. How cool is that?? Brian T. calls it "Barney for Baptists." The music and the stories are so ridiculously cheesy. As you gathered, it is about a pirate who commands a ship called the Jolly Roger. His original crew consisted of peewee, pixie, peanut, and sissy. It grew as time went by to give us such characters as Wally the Whale and so on. I can tell by the look on your face while you read this that you care so much. All I really want to do is to leave you with some bits and pieces of songs.

We will start off with the wiggle worm...

Have you seen a wiggle worm?
Smaller than a tiny germ
He has got a great big appetite
Though he isn’t very big
He eats more than any pig
Always looking for someone to bite!

Now on to I love broccoli...

I love broccoli
It’s such a tasty sight
And liver makes me quiver
With sheer delight
I always clean my plate
Morning noon and night
I’m thankful for each bite

Now a peanut butter and jelly sandwich...

Give me a peanut butter and jelly sandwich...mmm
A peanut butter and jelly sandwich...ahhhh
It tastes so fine just anytime
in a plane..in a car..With a bowl of caviar!

Remember your manners...

Remember your manners because it is right
Remember your manners it's a Christian delight

Little by little...

Little by little, inch by inch
By the yard it's hard
By the inch it's a cinch...

ok..One more...
The poochie lip disease...

The poochie lip will get you if you don't watch out
The poochie lip will get you if you start to pout
So take this little tip, please control that lower lip
And stop the poochie lip disease...

I could go on and on...but I am sure you are shaking your head going please stop! Please stop!
Especially if your name is Brian T. He hates it most of all!

yo...

If you read this,
even if I don't speak to you that often,
you must post a memory of me.
It can be anything you want,
it can be good or bad,
just so long as it happened.

Well, you have read this far, so I guess a memory must be left. Thank you Laura and Lindsay for letting me hijack this from your blogs. Well, I took it from Lindsay's but I first saw it on Laura's. I hope everybody is having a wonderful day.


word of the day:

eldritch

What the???

Apparently, according to a random post on how to blog, I am an awful blogger. Who cares? It is my blog, I can be awful if I want. I am, however, going to post a picture (which is good blogging practice). Why? This picture is hilarious! I got it from www.greenporch.com. This is a website containing pictures of my friend Tony and his mission trip he is on right now. (He is in Hondurus). The site belongs to another guy who is on the trip. Ok..back to the picture. I dont really ever think about friars having good normal fun. This guy is all geared up to hit the pinata. There was another picture on the site of a friar wearing a pinata on his head. Crazy crazy..I love it. It makes me laugh!

Here are a few random things that don't deserve their own post:
1. I took the nerd test again, hoping that my nerdiness would decrease. Apparently, it freakin increase. It said I was 90% nerd which makes me a supreme nerd. Grrr.. this is out of control. I would like to think of myself as a cool nerd...can you say that?

2. I don't care if I am becoming a pacers groupie. How many people can say that they are a pacers groupie? I love it and I love the pacers! I love Scot Pollard mostest!

3. I also don't care if I am becoming a quiz whore. Some days I am bored, and quizzes kill time. Plus, I think the pictures are pretty.

4. If you are confused by the two thoughts above, see comment. That will clear things up.

5. I do think blogger is better than Xanga.

6. k...That's all.

word of the day:
pocky

sarah..this is for you

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What's Your George W. Bush Monkey Face?

Who would have thought?

Your Dominant Intelligence is Logical-Mathematical Intelligence

You are great at finding patterns and relationships between things. Always curious about how things work, you love to set up experiments. You need for the world to make sense - and are good at making sense of it. You have a head for numbers and math ... and you can solve almost any logic puzzle. You would make a great scientist, engineer, computer programmer, researcher, accountant, or mathematician.

What Kind of Intelligence Do You Have?

They should make high schoolers take this test. I would say it is pretty dang accurate. Who would have known that my dominant intelligence was math and science? I think that is what my parents were grooming me for when I was born. Did they put me in sports? No, they freakin' bought me a rock tumbler, a microscope, a telescope, a planetarium, a volcano kit, a laboratory kit, oh and the list goes on and on. Did they enroll me in sports? No...They sent me off to art lessons and music lessons, oh yeah, and 4-H. How about a sports camp? Nope..space camp every year baby! Yes parents..please make me into the biggest nerd ever!!!! (See nerd score to the side of this post) Problem now is I love sports. I love running, biking, soccer, or whatever. I just am not the greatest because I haven't been doing it my whole life. Oh well, I will make it through that mini-marathon in May. Also GO PACERS!!!!!

I know all of you have dearly missed it..soooo...

Word of the Day:

ineffable

My life is now complete

I believe in a previous post I talked about meeting Ron Artest..at the end of the post I mentioned that if I only could meet Scot Pollard, my life would be complete! Well guess what???? I went out to night to watch none other than the amazing Great Scott the band...and I was sitting at a table, I look up, and I see a guy walk through the door. I was sitting there going Oh my gosh, Oh my gosh..is that Scot Pollard, is that Scot Pollard? Oh it was!!! So I went and talked to him, and told hiim that I had his jersey and I wear it to all the games. I told him he was my favorite Pacers player. He was getting drinks for all the people he was with, and he got me one. So now, I have gotten a drink from Ron Artest, and from Scot Pollard. It doesn't stop there. So with him is David Harrison. He is a rookie center this year. I talked to David Harrison, and his roommate, Will. They were awesome!!!! I was trading back and forth quotes with David from Napoleon Dynamite, and he has seen Van Wilder. We even danced together. He did goofy dances with me. That was great. He and will were soo cool!! I got a drink from him too. So recap...I have gotten a drink from Ron Artest, from SCOT POLLARD!! and David Harisson..and David invited my cousin and I over to his house. We didnt go, but I got his roommate's number, and he got mine, and he said he would call me next time they go out..go me!!! Oh yeah, Jermaine O'neal was there too. That was the second time I have met him. I talked to him for a couple seconds and told him I had met him before. He said "nice to meet you again." I am sure he never ever remembers meeting me before, but that is cool. All in all, it was the best night ever. I am such a Pacer's fan..and especially a Scot Pollard fan. Oh yeah! David Harrison obviously has season tickets in the lower level that his roomie gets to use. He basically can get as many tickets as he wants. He said I can go to a game with him sometime!!!! AHHHHHH!!!! YES!!! Go Pacers! I am the happiest girl ever!!!!

GRRR Pacers...GRRR

I think that the Pacers have lost the last 5 or 6 home games I have been to. This started right around Christmas with the Pistons/Pacers game. I had tickets to a the Phoenix game in January, but I was out of town so I had to give them away. They one that one! Ok..the reason why I am so upset is because of last nights game. We played Toronto, which is definately not the best team in the NBA. I thought it was going to be a blowout game. There was one point that the Pacers were ahead 18 points and I was thinking "maybe we should start our second-rate players more often, maybe we will do better." This is because Scot Pollard started instead of Jeff Foster. You can imagine my excitement because I love Scot Pollard. Also, Anthony Johnson started for Jamaal Tinsley because Tinsley was hurt. Too bad..right..nevermind. Tinsley is definately my least favorite Pacer. Ok, back to the game. So by the time 4th quarter comes around, our lead has diminished, but we are still ahead. We stay ahead until about 4 minutes to go, and then they pull ahead by two. Fast forward...less than 22 seconds to go, we have the ball, and we are down by one. Somebody fouls Krosher..the crowd goes wild because in our minds, Krosher has a free chance to win this. He makes both shots, so we are up by one with 1.9 seconds to go. Toronto calls a time-out so they can start with the ball on their side. Two freakin' seconds! Well, Stephen Jackson fouls somebody, with .4 seconds to go. Jalen Rose...former pacers player..has a chance for two shots. He makes both, we lose by 1 point. I was so distraught. They lost on Monday to the 76ers by one point also. Hopefully we will shape up, or else we won't make the playoffs...come on!

Flippin' FICA

I guess that a big debate going on right now is whether or not we should privatize social security. I have to admit that I haven't studied up big time on the benefits of doing it or on the benefits of not doing it, but I am going to give you my thoughts anyway. After all, what are blogs for? They aren't a source of credible information, right? Since the days of when I first started working (go Chuck E. Cheese!), I have noticed a nice little portion of my check going to the FICA people. We have heard over and over again that money is running out. There are just too many baby boomers and not enough people to support that. This is why the government developed 401K. It was needed to help offset the lack of money that people are going to get when they retire. Now, 401K rocks, especially if you work for a company that really helps out with that. The people retiring now have not had the advantage of being able to contribute to 401K their whole working career, so young people, start investing. OK, now back to my point. It makes me really T.O'd (I love you Napoleon) to know that I am feeding money into a black hole that I am never going to see, and if I do see it, it will most likely be when I am 95 because that will be the age of retirement by the time I get up there. So why privatize? I would love to see all the money I feed to FICA being used for ME when I retire. Right now we young people are getting the crappy end of the stick. We have to contribute along with everybody else and are going to get crap. So why not let us use the money we contribute to support ourselves when we retire? OOOO...amazing plan. I have been shouting this for years so it excites me to see some effort to move towards that. I can see some worries. If you don't make much, then the amount that you will have in your social security will not be great. I would venture say that the amount that you would get from your small little income would be more than what you will get without it being privatized. Ok, honestly I don’t really know about the other worries, like I said, I really haven’t studied up much on it. Maybe I am just a clueless girl spouting off with out knowing the facts, but I don't care, it's my blog! We will see what happens, but I think myself, along with a lot of other people out there would love to see our FICA money go towards something good.

Word of the Day:
superannuation