Is This One of Those Things?

Okay, I just about laughed out a promotional kitten basket over this anecdote which I'm about to eruct. I really shouldn't be sharing this, but it's too funny not to. At work tonight, as my friend and I were standing in the lobby munching on some delicious pepperoni covered goodness, we overheard a person state, ever so confoundingly: "is this one of those things that you shake and it works your upper body?"  Now, we all know what this individual was talking about, don't we? If you say no to that, you need to brush up on the hilarious stupidities of the past few years…. Sigh… I guess I'll explain to those hermits out there that don't know what I'm talking about. A few years ago, this thing came out on the market called the "Shake Weight." Now, this is a weight, a futuristic art nouveau style weight at first glance. But wait! There's more!  If you ordered this product, we'll throw in the instructions for free!  The way you use this "Shake Weight" is by grasping it, and making a very shameful motion with it.  I mean, it's not that hard to do, but it's surely embarrassing.  These are the kinds of things that we can't really mention in front of children.

And now for somethign completely different....

I'm Robby Rudolph! *angry sigh with hand gestures*

So here we are again. I find myself unable to sleep. Sigh….   Since I'm in this position, I thought you all might enjoy an other sneak peak into my life. This time I think I'll clue you guys in on a friend of mine. Now, to complete this "core four" of mine, I'll tell you about someone else. It's not just Elektra, Cecilia, and myself. We have a friend, and a darn good and reliable one at that. His name is Robbie Rudolph <insert the hysterical laughter!> (You'll only understand that if you were with me over this last spring break).  See, when I met Robbie, I hadn't yet met the girls, and it was just him and I going through our days as best friends.

OHML #5

Wow.. It's been quite a long time since I've posted, sorry about that. Tonight... er.. today?  Screw it.  Right now, I'd like to discuss this little thing called sleep.  Sleep is wonderful, it heals you, makes you feel good, fulfills you, gives you those warm fuzzy feelings that remind you of the essence of being happy. Now we all know what else fits all of those adjectives, but that's a topic for a different time... (prayer guys... prayer).  Anyways, back to sleep.

How many?

You've all heard the question, and I'm probably going to get some flak for this one, "How many feminists does it take to change a light bulb?"  Yes, I went there, and you all know the answer. Well, in my circle, we have a similar question, "how many people does it take to change a light bulb?"  The answer to that one is 7. Why am I talking about this, you ask?  Well I would like to explain to you the importance of teamwork.  As seen in the picture at the top, teamwork is quite important.  We wouldn't have been able to get that bulb changed if all seven of them hadn't pitched in while me and my friend took a picture and laughed.  

ONML Top Ten List #1

If any of you watch David Letterman (I hope I don't get caught by copyrite laws by saying his name….), you're probably familiar with his "Top Ten" section. Well, I decided that I would copy borrow his genius and put together lists at random of things…

ONML on Music Festivals

So I wrote this a few weeks ago, and should be read as one would read it during Ichthus weekend.

Why hello again all you children. Something that you guys out there in cyberspace may not know is that I’m a slight music junkie… and by that I mean that I find it hard to get through a day without the stuff. It’s not quite like a drug yet, but I love listening to and playing music. Now, I know it’s been a while since I’ve written to you a part of onml, but I wanted to save it for this weekend.

ONML #7

Uh, barista?  There's a chord in my coffee....

So as I sit here in the local coffee shop with the ever so familiar face logo, I find myself thinking about what make me like certain instruments over the other.  No, no I’m not going to say something that puts words in your mouth about inquiring as to what I mean…. I’ll just tell you this time.  Of course, since I’m in a coffee shop, drinking a MASSIVE cup of coffee, I’m going to use a coffee analogy. Now, for all of you who aren’t that knowledgeable on coffee, there are a few things you should know. There are some coffees, usually light roast, that kind of taste really light (obviously) and nutty, or mild. These are usually really smooth. Now, the darker you get, the more intense the flavor gets, the more it bites you as you drink it, and the rougher it is. That’s pretty much all you need to know about coffee to understand my analogy.

ONML number carrot

Would Ya….?

Well, tonight..er..this morning(?)… a thought hit me. I saw my life heading in a directions (yes, the plural was on purpose) that made me ask myself, “Will you separate my curds and whey?”  My first though after this question floated through my head was something along the lines of “Huh?!?!!”  My second thought was to rush to the annals of what-the-crap land and search for the reasoning for this seemingly retarded question.  While in what-the-crap land I realized that in order to make cheese, the curds and whey have to be separated. So, I guess what I’m saying is that I realized that the directions I see my life heading seem to be a test to turn me into a fine aged cheese, (I like to think a good Romano).

Kindergarten Concerto in D- Final Movement

So, I think it’s been long enough since I’ve posted, and I think we’ve spent too much time commiserating with my Kindergarten fallacies.  How do I end this saga? Ah, yes, recess. I’m not sure I remember what all this wondrous occasion completely entailed.  What I do remember however is that from a very early age, I had figured out the point of Recess.  It wasn’t really to get the kids active. It was to get them to interact with each other and learn how to deal with interpersonal problems. Well, I guess getting kids active was part of it.  I remember playing watching others play so many games at recess when I was a kid.  Heck, I even remember what the playground was like.  It was red.  At least the one at my first school was.  My second school had an awesome one. I loved it.  It was mad out of this stuff that was sort of like wood, but also like mud.   The second one has recently been nerfed by safety laws.  I say to that, “Boo you whore!”