Friday, November 30, 2007

What do I want to do when I have a headache?

Things I want to do when I have a headache

  • put a screwdriver through my eye
  • lay in bed crying
  • ice pack on the forehead or back of upper neck
  • take a dozen or so pain pills
  • peel my face off with my fingernails or maybe a putty knife
  • put on, “head on, applied directly to the forehead. Head on, applied directly to the forehead. Head on, applied directly to the forehead…”
  • get a hug from somebody that’s empathetic to my pain (you know, not one of those people that just says, “that’s life”.)
  • watch Grey’s Anatomy
  • put some pressure over my eyes

Thursday, November 29, 2007

A Handsome News Anchor?

Watching the CNN/Youtube debate tonight (well, I guess technically last night) inspired me to make this list:

My Top 5 most attractive News Anchors


Don't Agree? Did I miss anybody?
Lemme know!

Wednesday, November 28, 2007

A car accident?

So, on Monday night, I was headed home from school and I was on a curvy road, and must have gotten distracted or something, because I drifted off to the right, went part way in a ditch, and then up on a bank and then the car turned over and upside down, then it slid for a ways, and finally came to a stop. The first thing I thought was, "I gotta get outta the car before it blows up!" So, I scrambled out of the drivers door (which opened, thank God) and ran away from the car. Everybody was really nice, and the person behind me in traffic waited with me until the fire department and everybody got there. And then the CHP officer happened to be someone that went to my church, so he gave me a ride home and even talked to my parent's with me about the car. I'm really grateful that I wasn't very hurt (just some neckpain). It reminded me that God is good. And that he kept me safe for a reason. I might not know what that reason is, but I'm bound and determined to find out. Anyway, that's my story.

Pearls before Swine?

More and more, this is becoming my absolute favorite comic strip. I thought this one was appropriate for the casual blogger, such as myself.

Sunday, November 25, 2007

Is this really scrubs?

I think this is just so neat and creative. I hope when I meet "the one", he will propose to me in some unique, interesting way like this.

Friday, November 23, 2007

What is there to be thankful for?

Things I’m thankful for, this Thanksgiving

  • diet pepsi. Cans and cans of diet pepsi.
  • a blanket that is just the right thickness
  • a family that loves me
  • my MacBook (I named him Henry)
  • internet blogs
  • “minisodes” on MySpace TV
  • Hugh Laurie
  • Dr McDreamy & Dr McSteamy
  • The hilariosity of Stephen Colbert
  • Sean Hannity
  • youtube
(I realize that some of these things might seem kinda shallow, but I believe that a lot of times it’s the little things that count the most)
So.. what are you Thankful for?

Thursday, November 22, 2007

Adam Sandler was once funny?

Happy Thanksgiving. Here's a video from the good ol' days when Adam Sandler was still funny.

Thanksgiving Song

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Wednesday, November 21, 2007

What's with all this Saint Business?

Okay. It’s time to write about something serious. I started this blog to keep me writing, and I need to write about life. Real life. Not just the glib and glab on the net that I find amusing or intriguing. The bloody guts of life. That good stuff that makes us cringe.
Last Sunday I was on a wild goose chase with my cousin, trying to find a graduation present for a recent graduate of the police academy. My cousin wanted to get the graduate a St. Michael medallion, something many cops wear. St. Michael is the patron saint of soldiers and policeman. On Saturday we bought a St. Christopher medal, and then found out it was the wrong saint. We must have gone into at least 50 stores on Sunday and we never did find St. Michael. All of this saint business is fairly new to me. All my life I’ve attended a non-denominational protestant church, where tradition isn’t largely emphasized. After the St Christopher mistake, I decided to look up what he did and why he was in every store we went to. Wikipedia has a cool saint portal where you can look at many of the major saints and their accomplishments and why they are the patrons of certain occupations.
I’ve been dealing with depression ebbing and flowing around me and in me since I was a teenager. Since my first occurance when I was 13, I’ve been interested in finding out more about it. Now, 10 almost 11 years down the road, more than ever I seem to be finding articles and blogs related to mental health. I don’t know if this actually helps me stay healthy or if it’s become something I’m over-indulging in and causing me to think about something more than I need to think of it. Whatever the reason, I do find some gratification in reading thoughts similar to my own, and I feel pleasure knowing there is a connectdness in our shared misery.
Maybe that’s why I feel connected to certain saints. Some seemed to have lived as hermits and I can definitely relate to that. Is there a place in this world for a hermit like Saint William Firmatus? Was there a place back then or were they just as much outcasts then as they would be now? Some Saints are said to have been able to bilocate, which is just outright weird to me and makes me wonder if that actually did happen and if it happened then, if it happens now.
Poor Saint Drogo found out that his mother died while giving birth to him and was riddled with guilt as a child. At eighteen he became a penitential pilgram, traveling all around Italy. Then he contracted some sort of terrible deformity that frightened anybody that saw him, so when he was 20 something a cell was built for him off the side of a church, and he lived there the rest of his life, without any human contact. 40 years, without any human contact! He only had a small window where his food and communion were delivered.
Blessed Christine of Stommeln was believed to have been crazy and she often fell into convulsions. She also had signs of Stigmata and seemed to have attempted suicide several times. I had always believed that saints were near perfect people, but after reading several short biographies of different saints, I now know that’s not true. Them seemed to be normal people with greatness thrust upon them. One, whose name escapes me right now, had to flee the city because her father wanted her as a replacement when her mother died. She and the local priest fled, and when the father caught up to them, he had them both decapitated. A church was built near where the incident to place and miracules healings are said to have taken place in that particular spot. She, then became a patron saint of mental illness.
The point to all of these stories? I have no idea. But, for some reason they bring me a bit of comfort on a stormy day. When I can’t sleep at 4 in the morning, it brings me a bit of peace to know these things:

1. That suffering in the world doesn’t change. It’s been there since the fall of man, and it will continue until the end of times. Different stories, same intense pain.

2. More importantly, I’m reminded that God doesn’t change. He was with the people of these stories, and he is with each believer now. If I feel like I’m having some existential breakdown, God has experience handling that. He knows the pain I’m going through and knows what needs to be done in my life. So whether I’m reading “Beyond Blue” or the history of Saint Joan of Arc, I’m reminded that I’m a part of something so grand, so beautiful that my mind can’t even comprehend it. I’m part of God’s Kingdom. And that is what I can find comfort in.

Tuesday, November 20, 2007

Free Rice?

ysmarko linked to this site, and I'm becoming addicted to the game. It's a vocabulary game and each time you answer a question correctly, the site donates 10 grains of rice (payed for by the advertisers on the site). It's kinda a cool way to give to charity. So here's the link

Angie goes fur shopping?

Why isn't the press all over this?
Where's the liberal media when you need them?
How can someone as high-profile as Angelina Jolie get away with shopping for fur coats?
Why am I only asking questions?

Sunday, November 18, 2007

Tree disease? Weird man in balloon? Gay Hikers? Whaaaat?

This poor man! He has trees growing off of him.
Okay, it's not cool, but at least it's not boring. The article said he has teenage children. I wonder if they make him drop them off a block down from the mall?
I have no clue why this is so funny and why I hafta watch it over and over again, but I do... watch it over and over again

Not sure why someone would do this, but it makes for good tv. Maybe that's the reason.


This is too funny not to post

It's okay, she'll probably have Bill talk to the press for her, and tell them that the flags were rigged by the right wingers, led by Rush Limbaugh.

Friday, November 16, 2007

Steve Irwin Day!!!

I was sick on Thursday and ended up not leaving the house. So it was, "wear your khaki's at home" day. I also babysat my nephew Brett, later in the evening. I dressed him up in some khaki's, and we watched Crocodile Hunter Collision Course together. And in celebration, I passed on my Steve Irwin Doll to him. I dunno, we had fun. I wonder how the day went in Australia? Anywho, here are some pics.

There's something about that smile

Even though he's making fun of the talk shows that I regularly listen to, I just love Stephen Colbert. There's just something so likable about him. He's lovably ignorant.

Gordon Ramsey on Live with Regis & Kelly

Chef Ramsey didn't drop the F-bomb once, in 8 1/2 minutes! That must be a new record for him.

Here's the recipes
for anybody ambitious enough to give it a shot

Wednesday, November 14, 2007

Inside the Actor's Studio... with Becky P

Lately I’ve been watching Inside the Actor’s Studio with James Lipton. The questions he asks every guest, right before the audience gets to ask questions, intrigued me. Why those questions? So… I did a little bit of research and found out they were derived from a questionnaire written by Proust, a french novelist. Lipton picked up the idea from a British TV show host named Bernard Pivot. Anyways, I thought I’d post the questions and see if anybody responded to them, so here they are:

What is your favorite word?
What is your least favorite word?
What turns you on?
What turns you off?
What sound or noise do you love?
What sound or noise do you hate?
What is your favorite curse word (feel free to write #$@!&$@ in place, if you’d like)?
What profession other than your own would you like to attempt?
What profession would you not like to participate in?
If Heaven exists, what would you like to hear God say?

Quote of the week: It’s sometimes better to boggle the mind than to mind the boggle.
Charles Oman (1860-1946)

Cool website of the week: It’s all about the fake blogs!

Listening to right this second: Now Comes the Night, by Rob Thomas

Oh yeah, here are my answers to the questions:

fav word: Serendipity
least fav word: literally
turn on: a soft voice
turn off: indifference of the world
sound love: the sound of boots being tightened and tied
sound hate: The dinging sound that my car makes when the keys are in the ignition and I open my car door.
fav curse word: bastard!
profession to attempt: Wildlife Guide
profession not like: fashion store clerk
Heaven, God say: I’ve been expecting you

Tuesday, November 13, 2007

Wildlife Warrior, that's me?

Alligator kills man trying to flee the police
This story on was on, but it linked to the local paper. What kinda disturbed me about it, was this part of the story: “If an alligator either digests or kills a person it's a state law through Florida Fish and Wildlife that it be destroyed, so the alligator will be put in an incinerator or be buried, Tongen reported.”
I’ve never been accused of being a “tree-hugger” or a “naturalist”, but it seems unfair for the alligator to be destroyed. The man, the criminal, ventured into his territory and the gator did what comes naturally to him, he attacked. That’s what gators do! That’s why you don’t go swimming where they are! If someone makes the mistake of getting too close to a gator, it’s their fault, not the gator’s. It just doesn’t seem right.

To stick with the animal theme

I admit it. I’m a tad obsessed with Steve Irwin (Steve Irwin Day is Thursday!). But, this is recent news. He made such a huge impact. I sometimes wonder why God would decide to take someone like him so early? Would he have burnt out? Was it because through his death, conservation has grown? It makes me think about my life. What have I or will I accomplish that can compare to Steve’s life? Do you ever think God might have made a mistake? I know he didn’t, but I just can’t help but wonder why...

Monday, November 12, 2007