Redo

I redid the about me page, and have added a FAQ for your awesome enjoyment.

What - I've been busy!

Sorry folks, this has been an exceptionally busy and stressful week for me, so posting will resume it's haphazard daily scheduling on Monday. I cannot promise I will post every day until then, but check back once in awhile for updates. In the meantime, YouTube makes me laugh my ass off.

I really, really like Jesus Christ Superstar. It's my second favorite movie from the 70s (right behind the WARRIORS. Don't act like you don't love that freaking movie too.)

Anyway, my favorite song from JC Superstar is Gethsemane. You know, where Jesus is battling with the idea of death, and does this really need to happen, and then finally he accepts that he has to die this horrible death. So - now you know what the song is about. I search for it on YouTube, to listen to while I am working, and here's some alternate song choices they suggested:



YouTube would like to know if you have accepted Gloria Gainer as your Lord and Savior?

Furry Lover

My mother says I am a furry lover. Do you know know what a furry is? Well, it's important for you to know to fully understand what I am blogging about? So go here, and drink! Drink the Kool-Aid!

We'll just sit here and wait.

Back?

Ha! I made you look up furries! And you probably did that at work, no less! Ahhh fun times.

Anyway, I saw the Honey Baked Ham Mascot out and about on the Chicago streets the other day. And I. Went. Nuts.

See, I have a thing about running up and hugging people dressed up like mascots. No, for real. It's a weird thing with me. Which is why Eric and I had so much fun when we went to Disney World a couple years ago.

My sister Julie is the same way. She saw the Burger King the other day downtown. You know, this guy:

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She ended up running after him. She just wanted a hug and an autograph. But none for her. As she put it, "They hired a fricken Olympic sprinter or something. That dude was FAST."

Not every mascot makes me happy though. This is the story of my attack on the Shoney's Bear.

See, my mother wanted to take a road trip to South Carolina to visit with some family members. The problem is - my mother hates tunnels that run under things - rivers, mountains, large buildings, the obese.

My sister also wanted to go along, but she doesn't have a driver's license. All signs pointed to me driving to South Carolina with them.

Now, I should stop here and state that I like my family in South Carolina. I just don't like driving. In the south. At all.

So, after going to work at 3 a.m., I came home, and promptly ate a jar of jalapeños, drank four RedBulls, and got into the car, and started driving. See, if I was going to be tortured by having to drive in the south, I was going to torture everyone else in the car with me.

By the time we passed over the Mason-Dixon, I was sleep deprived, cranky, and had a severe caffeine headache. And every exit we passed had a Shoney's sign. Every. Single. Exit. And I do not know what my problem was, but every time I saw that idiot bear waving on a billboard, I got a little angrier. By the time we passed into South Carolina, I was livid. The was no reasonable explanation for why I was so angry, other than, you know, the sleep deprivation, the driving, the unspeakable urge for people to not get the frick out of the passing lane, etc.

But all my anger seemed to manifest in one large billboard bear.

So, upon leaving South Carolina, I was much calmer. I had a great vacation, saw some family, took some pictures at the South Carolina state capital.

And then, upon driving down the highway, we decide to stop at a Waffle House to get a bite to eat. We sit down in a booth, and I look out the window, and I see him.

A real life Shoney's Bear.

I grab my coat, and try to force my way out of the booth. I need to find a piece of wood, or a baseball bat, because I need to KICK THIS BEAR'S ASS. My mother and sister restrain me, but I am seeing red.

I don't know why, but that man in that bear suit enraged me so much I almost went on a Bear-beating spree.

Luckily, there weren't any Shoney Bears in Disney World, otherwise Michael Eisner would still have me chained underneath the It's A Small World ride.

What Am I?

I am going light on the posting today because with all of yesterday's excitement, I am behind on work. So, I thought I would post quiz results. You know, as if I was a thirteen year old girl, and this was Livejournal.

I took the Belief-o-Matic Quiz on what religion I should be, and here's my results:

1.	Mainline to Liberal Christian Protestants (100%)
2.	Orthodox Quaker (95%)
3.	Hinduism (93%)
4.	Seventh Day Adventist (90%)
5.	Liberal Quakers (89%)
6.	Unitarian Universalism (81%)
7.	Eastern Orthodox (77%)
8.	Roman Catholic (77%)
9.	Mainline to Conservative Christian/Protestant (72%)
10.	Baha'i Faith (70%)
11.	Reform Judaism (67%)
12.	Sikhism (67%)
13.	Orthodox Judaism (64%)
14.	Jainism (61%)
15.	Theravada Buddhism (60%)
16.	Mahayana Buddhism (59%)
17.	Islam (53%)
18.	New Thought (53%)
19.	Scientology (50%)
20.	Christian Science (Church of Christ, Scientist) (49%)
21.	Taoism (47%)
22.	Neo-Pagan (46%)
23.	New Age (46%)
24.	Jehovah's Witness (39%)
25.	Church of Jesus Christ of Latter-Day Saints (Mormons) (36%)
26.	Secular Humanism (32%)
27.	Nontheist (18%)

I think I'm a little offended that Secular Humanism came in AFTER Mormonism. You can take the quiz as well - just click here. And remember to post your results in the comments, it will give me something to read while I am stuck working all day.

Another Day, Another Robbery

We were robbed at work again. I don't know if I should really talk about it, so I won't. Because when you don't know, it's best to keep your mouth shut.

Everyone is ok, though, so thanks for asking.

This is not quite as funny as the time that someone stole my purse when I was riding the L. The ironic part was the purse was empty except for a bag of rotten procuitto I had. I bought it two weeks prior, and forgotten that I put it in there, and it was under my desk at work the whole time. When I finally figured out that was what the smell was, I grabbed the purse to throw it away, but my co-worker Becker said no way was I throwing out that stanky thing in the office. Hence, I was trying to bring it home. You know, to share with my parents. Because I am a girl that looooooves to share. But the pickpocket on the train wanted to keep that delightful package all to himself.

Robbed

Again. I still have a computer, but not by much.

Will write again after police get done.

Linky-Linky Loo

Have you ever seen a woman with a total douche of a guy, and said to yourself, what the heck is she doing with him? There are others out there who are wondering too.

Want to play a game at work, but make it political so you kind of feel smart? Super Obama World is for YOU.

This is very important.

A sadder version of postcards from yo mama.

This is why I love/hate Yahoo Answers.

Do you like beer?

Are you stuck at work like me and missing that all-day Law & Order Marathon? Don't worry - Chicago PD has stats and figures for you to look at! Have you ever wanted to beat someone up in front of the Torah? You're not the only one.

BONUS -

Children's Letter's to God.

You had better believe I am submitting to this until my fingers bleed.

Aerodynamic Anomaly

(Warning: This post has to do with feminin hygene products)

I was feel particularly self-descructive on Sunday, so after church I headed on over to the nearest Dunkin Donuts. After some careful consideration ("What do I want to feel bad about eating later...hmmm...") I ordered Eric a breakfast sandwich, and myself a vanilla donut.

It's not a a very busy store, but the drive-thru is crazy busy. There is other customer actually in the store, and he was sitting, reading a paper, and lazily enjoying his coffee. All the employees are concentrating on the drive-thru, and there is one girl empployee left to handle the front of the store by herself.

The employee says that my food is just about up, and I go to the counter to pay, as I am pulling singles out, I accidentally flip a packaged tampon into the air - like a little missile. And it flips right into a box of donuts the she had been boxing up.

I AM STUNNED.

But, I figure, when she comes back, she will see it, be like "WTF?" and throw it away and start another. No harm no foul and I don't have to embarrassingly admit to what I have just accidentally done.

But then she comes back, closes the box, puts it in a bag, and says "Here you go sir!" and the man with the coffee gets up and takes the bag and walks out. And I am SHOCKED AND TOTALLY EMBARRASSED.

And in the back of my head, I could hear myself saying "You should have said something!"

Instead though, I grabbed my food when it came up and ran out of there as fast as I could, lest the man come back all angry and looking for blood. If he did though, he would have a nice absorant tampon to help him on his journey.

But I Have Pictures Left!

When I was a Junior in High School, I went to a dance with my then-boyfriend, and my brother went with one of my friends. The dance was fine, I don't remember much of it.

Anyway, I wasn't feeling very well the day before the dance, and when the day of the dance came, I had been battling diarrhea the whole day. But, come hell or high water, we were going to this dance.

The next day, we all went out to breakfast. We sat down at our favorite restaurant, and I ordered a coke and the fruit plate. I tried to eat, but couldn't. Then I went to the bathroom.

(Warning: This gets pretty graphic)

So, I sit down on the toilet, go another round with the great boxer diarrhea, and halfway through, I need to vomit. AND IT IS AN IMMEDIATE NEED. But, I cannot stop diarrhea-ing long enough to turn around to puke, so I lean forward, and puke in the small garbage can that's attached to the back of door and puke in that.

Then I realize that the garbage can is welded to the door, and that whomever cleans this bathroom is now going to have to stick their hand into a very small space that is now filled with vomit to clean it out. And I feel really, really badly about it. So, I write 'sorry' on a five dollar bill, and gently place it on top of the vomit.

See, this is where things get hazy. I was pretty dehydrated, and very ill, and obviously not thinking clearly ("here cleaning lady, have a puke-soaked five dollar bill as a TIP") so I go back to sit down at the table, and next to my table are my grandparents. My brother looks FREAKED OUT, and all I can think is "Dear Lord, just get me through this without anything coming spraying out of me. Please?" so I sit down, and I try to eat more fruit, and drink my Coke. My grandmother knows something is wrong, but can't tell what. And right about here is where I stop remembering things. My fever got too high.

Luckily, though, I took pictures to memorialize these precious moments.

Apparently, I decided I was DONE DONE DONE, and got up and walked outside. Like, fuck paying, let's go home. My grandfather ended up paying for our meal.

Now, the resturaunt we were eating at was an octagon building with large windows on each side, and you could clearly see the customers eating from the outside. I walk outside, climb into their flower box next to the largest window...

And projectile vomited onto the window. Then, as if that wasn't bad enough, I start to walk through the flower box and puke on the OTHER windows too.

People who are just on the other side of the glass are HORRIFIED. My brother sees this and RUNS FULL SPEED outside to get me in the car before they call the cops on me.

I fight him tooth and nail, because (and this should speak volumes to how sick I was) I had pictures left on my camera, and by gosh, I was going to preserve this moment in photo form!

And I break away from him, and start taking pictures of my puke-covered windows. And the VERY ANGRY people inside. And then the waitress with the broom who started chasing me, and the backseat of my brother's car as we peeled out and drove away, then the puke I left for him in the back of the car as a present.

All around, it was a great night. The moral of the story - if I am sick, I need to STAY HOME. And I definitely need to leave my camera home.

To See This Post, Enter My Second "Daughter's" Name in lowercase. Spelled like the singer

Mr. and Mrs. Williams will be giving us the money to refinance our mortgage, no matter what it costs.

They took us out to dinner, and told us. We were shocked. And I am unbelievably happy. And relieved. So very relieved.

Aunt Jay sent me little tiny peas in a pod salt and pepper shakers too. That was pretty sweet.

Now that this is behind me, or will soon be, I can focus on paying off the student loans and planning the wedding. In roughly 3 years, I will be debt free. And, I can tell you for certain, unless I am going to med school, I will never be taking out another loan as long as I live.

Our plan is to build enough equity in this place, and then sell it and possibly move back to the south side. Eric's parents have mentioned more than once we should buy their house, so that might be in the plan as well.

The first thing I would do is paint over the purple. But never tell the Mrs. that. I just really fricken hate purple.

Now I am off to call my mother, and talk about wedding stuff. And then Julie - to see how the flowers worked out. And then bed. And man, I am going to rest easy.

Eric

Eric: You'll never guess where I am right now!

Me: NARNIA?!

Eric: See, you can't keep guessing Narnia, because no matter what I say it will be a letdown compared to Narnia.

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Eric: ...so then I said I would get the labels printed and it would ship on time. But I tell you, this guy is pissing me off

Me: (Interrupts) Why doesn't anyone say clobber anymore?

Eric: Wait, what?

Me: Why doesn't anyone say clobber anymore. Like,"'Im'a gonna clobber this guy!"

Eric: You interrupted my story to ask why no one talks like a 1920s bully anymore?!

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Me: Im'a make some Tuna, you want some?

Eric: (Staring at computer screen, not looking) Sure tuna master.

Me: Ok, I will try to remember to rinse the bowl afterwards so we don't come home to that tuna stink.

Eric: (Still not looking up) You better. Or I'll clobber you.

Me: OH! You make me so happy!

Eric: Watch out world, I'm bringing it back! That and the Charlston. I'm a rebel like that.

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Sorry about the cheap entry, but you got a two-fer yesterday, so I don't feel that badly. Also, I did not rinse out the bowl.

Happy Wednesday!

Christmas is Right Around the Corner!

And this is what I am getting my sister! You know you want one too!



That's all folks!

List of Things to Do by the End of the Month

1. Pay mortgage

2. Get a cape! With Super Enna on the back.

3. Start wearing underwear outside of tights.

4. Darn some socks.

What - even superheros need socks without any holes in them.

Also, quote of the day from Eric: We're so poor we can't even buy a vowel!



 

Last night, I was watching that Duggar Family show on that God aweful station that shows John & Kate Plus 8. You know what station I am talking about. And I came up with some points:

- The Duggars children are saving their first kiss for marriage.

- Eric and I now have money, based off of the above statment ALONE that at least two will write a tell-all book, one will go on a shooting spree, at least two will end up in prison, and SOMEBODY is getting knocked up at 15. I would not be shocked if there was some diddlin' either, but Eric says it's wrong to bet on that. LIKE THE REST IS OK THOUGH?!

- One of us would let air whistle hollowly through our teeth, and then the other would say "Oh! Here comes Mrs. Duggar! We hear her coming!"

- That John from John and Kate Plus Eight is the STUPIDEST MAN ALIVE. He got into a relationship with this controlling bitch, they had twins with fetilitity treatments, then, what the heck, he says, let's DO IT AGAIN. Bam! Six more kids. And the kicker? THEY WEREN'T MARRIED. Dude, you had a free out, but no. Now you're stuck with this emasculating bitch for all time. If you haven't seen the show - don't bother. All I end up doing is screaming at the TV "KILL HIM ALLREADY! YOU TOOK HIS BALLS NOW KILL HIM! PUT THE SAD SACK OF SHIT OUT OF HIS MISERY!"

 

Well, this blog took a violent, angry turn, now didn't it? And it was all over the place. I think this blog needs some ritalin.

My Childhood Is Calling

I present for you... Teeny Little Super Guy!

















I like the guy who does the voicework for Teeny Little Super Guy, he's like someone's old great uncle from New York.

You Guys Are Like The Poorest People Ever!

So, I hate my bank. NO REALLY. Everyone says that, but here's why I really mean it:

1. They once cut off my debit card because they thought I was twelve. It was like everyone in the bank stopped and collectively said "Wait a minute, she just bought some booze. She's only twelve! Cut that card off." It was like having a strict parent of one of your friends watching your every purchase.

2. They denied us a mortgage. We wanted to refinance, so we go to our CREDIT UNION (yeah, it's not even a real bank. It's like a hippy bank!) and they said no. And later, as we were leaving, I overheard the lady say to her co-workers "those people were like the poorest people ever!" See, we live in a very wealthy area. So wealthy, in fact, I was listening to people from my neighborhood church talk about losing a half million dollars in this economy. EXSQUEEZE ME? So being lower middle class apparently equals - BEING THE POOREST PEOPLE EVAR BECKI!

3. They took $325 in fees in one day. Like, woopsie! We forgot to charge you ATM fees, sorry about that, let's just take them all for the year, shall we. WE SHALL NOT. I called up, and screamed at this poor little receptionist. And then and then and then all the fees were reversed. And today, I am going to take that money from those fees and do you know what I am going to do???? I AM GOING TO OPEN A NEW BANK ACCOUNT IN A NEW BANK. Excuse me while I take my poor-people money elsewhere.

That being said, here's a series of emails between a man and his bank in which he has the balls I only WISH I had:

(I would credit the site, but the site seems to be gone!)

From: Jane Gilles Date: Wednesday 8 Oct 2008 12.19pm To: David Thorne Subject: Overdue account Dear David, Our records indicate that your account is overdue by the amount of $233.95. If you have already made this payment please contact us within the next 7 days to confirm payment has been applied to your account and is no longer outstanding. Yours sincerely, Jane Gilles From: David Thorne Date: Wednesday 8 Oct 2008 12.37pm To: Jane Gilles Subject: Re: Overdue account Dear Jane, I do not have any money so am sending you this drawing I did of a spider instead. I value the drawing at $233.95 so trust that this settles the matter. Regards, David.

From: Jane Gilles Date: Thursday 9 Oct 2008 10.07am To: David Thorne Subject: Overdue account Dear David, Thankyou for contacting us. Unfortunately we are unable to accept drawings as payment and your account remains in arrears of $233.95. Please contact us within the next 7 days to confirm payment has been applied to your account and is no longer outstanding. Yours sincerely, Jane Gilles From: David Thorne Date: Thursday 9 Oct 2008 10.32am To: Jane Gilles Subject: Re: Overdue account Dear Jane, Can I have my drawing of a spider back then please. Regards, David.

From: Jane Gilles Date: Thursday 9 Oct 2008 11.42am To: David Thorne Subject: Re: Re: Overdue account Dear David, You emailed the drawing to me. Do you want me to email it back to you? Yours sincerely, Jane Gilles From: David Thorne Date: Thursday 9 Oct 2008 11.56am To: Jane Gilles Subject: Re: Re: Re: Overdue account Dear Jane, Yes please. Regards, David.

From: Jane Gilles Date: Thursday 9 Oct 2008 12.14pm To: David Thorne Subject: Re: Re: Re: Re: Overdue account Attached <spider.gif> From: David Thorne Date: Friday 10 Oct 2008 09.22am To: Jane Gilles Subject: Who's spider is that? Dear Jane, Are you sure this drawing of a spider is the one I sent you? This spider only has seven legs and I do not feel I would have made such an elementary mistake when I drew it. Regards, David.

From: Jane Gilles Date: Friday 10 Oct 2008 11.03am To: David Thorne Subject: Re: Who's spider is that? Dear David, Yes it is the same drawing. I copied and pasted it from the email you sent me on the 8th. David your account is still overdue by the amount of $233.95. Please make this payment as soon as possible. Yours sincerely, Jane Gilles From: David Thorne Date: Friday 10 Oct 2008 11.05am To: Jane Gilles Subject: Automated Out of Office Response Thankyou for contacting me. I am currently away on leave, travelling through time and will be returning last week. Regards, David. From: David Thorne Date: Friday 10 Oct 2008 11.08am To: Jane Gilles Subject: Re: Re: Who's spider is that? Hello, I am back and have read through your emails and accept that despite missing a leg, that drawing of a spider may indeed be the one I sent you. I realise with hindsight that it is possible you rejected the drawing of a spider due to this obvious limb ommission but did not point it out in an effort to avoid hurting my feelings. As such, I am sending you a revised drawing with the correct number of legs as full payment for any amount outstanding. I trust this will bring the matter to a conclusion. Regards, David.

From: Jane Gilles Date: Monday 13 Oct 2008 2.51pm To: David Thorne Subject: Re: Re: Re: Who's spider is that? Dear David, As I have stated, we do not accept drawings in lei of money for accounts outstanding. We accept cheque, bank cheque, money order or cash. Please make a payment this week to avoid incurring any additional fees. Yours sincerely, Jane Gilles From: David Thorne Date: Monday 13 Oct 2008 3.17pm To: Jane Gilles Subject: Re: Re: Re: Re: Who's spider is that? I understand and will definately make a payment this week if I remember. As you have not accepted my second drawing as payment, please return the drawing to me as soon as possible. It was silly of me to assume I could provide you with something of completely no value whatsoever, waste your time and then attach such a large amount to it. Regards, David.

From: Jane Gilles Date: Tuesday 14 Oct 2008 11.18am To: David Thorne Subject: Re: Re: Re: Re: Re: Who's spider is that? Attached <spider2.gif>

Conversations

Julie: Hey, do you want to take an angry shower?! Like, maybe this Saturday?!

Me: NO! Stop it! That's isn't funny!

Jazmin: Okay wait, what the heck is an angry shower?

Julie: It's where I force Enna to go with me to the local indoor flea market and then afterwards she drives like a madwoman back to my parents house so she can shower.

Me: I always come out of the flea market smelling like hot dogs and shame and clove cigarettes. I need a shower after that.

Julie: AND AND AND she won't shower anywhere but her own house, so you know it's bad if she wants to shower at OUR house. Plus, she turns on the water as hot as it will go, so she comes out all red and angry. Just by looking at her you can kind of tell what he kids will come out looking like when they're born.

Me: Oh that is so not cool.

Julie: Yeah so we're going, right? I mean, you owe me.

Me: Dammit!

Jazmin: Count me in! This is something I just HAVE to see!

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So, I guess I am going to the flea market, and afterwards, getting myself an angry shower! Does anyone need some knockoff Nike's or 200 pack hotdogs or Intellavision video game cartridges?

Barack Obama WINS!

John McCain has already called and conceeded.

I have never been so proud of my city.

I Voted!

There was no waiting. I got all nervous about all the people out front. But hot damn, all those people were just passing out pamphlets.

And, as always, I was registered twice.

I know what you're thinking, YOU LIVE IN CHICAGO OF COURSE YOU'RE REGISTERED TWICE. But no, seriously. Everywhere I register, they register me twice.

See, my parents gave me me a bit of a hillbilly first name. Yes, my name really isn't Enna. SHOCK I KNOW. But for the sake of this story, let's imagine my first name is Enna Mae. So, I show up to the polling place, and I tell them my name is Enna Mae Lynn Stein. And then they say "Uh oh. We have two for you." And I say "I know, just give me the one with Enna M.L. Stein. It's cool" and then they get their panties in a bunch because apparently this is a BIG DEAL.

Because, you know, that's what my generation is known for - liking voting so much that they do it TWICE. Oh wait, no, we NEVER vote.

Then polling officials check my ID. Then they check my Social Security Card. Then they check my ID again.

Then I walk away with the one with Enna M.T. Stein and cast my vote.

I don't have to heart to tell them I am still registered (twice) on the south side as well. And no amount of me pointing this out has changed a dang thing.

Let's just say I wouldn't be shocked if that other Enna Stein voted for King Richard II every time he is up for re-election.

10 Things

I am trying very, very hard to stay positive this week. Everything that could go wrong now has gone wrong. So, here are ten things that I am using to keep me positive/I am thankful for:

1. Good drugs. I may be sick, but shit, that doesn't mean I am not entitled to a legal high. The kind of high you have to give your driver's license at the pharmacy for. My friend Matt calls what I just did the 'Noah's ark' method. "Take two of everything, until think you're talking to animals and God."

2. Good friends. I would have never made it through the day without Nia, Maria, Ann, or Eric. You fuckers rock. Especially those of you who talked to me while I was waiting for the tow truck.

3. AAA. I hate you fucker. No, for real. But damned if you don't come in handy. Albeit once every two years, and you have terrible customer service and you persist in sending me that TERRIBLE magazine despite my protests. You know I have had a truly terrible day when AAA makes the list of positives.

4. Elections. The only reason why I am happy this is tomorrow is because then Judy Biggert will stop calling me. I GET IT. YOU WANT TO BE ELECTED. I WANT A PONY BUT I DO NOT CALL YOUR HOUSE AT 9 P.M. TO ASK YOU FOR ONE NOW DO I?

5. Bridal Party. I have finalized my bridal party. I have included (on my side) everyone who wants to spend this day with me and everyone I want to spend the day with. I chose these people based off of three factors: Do I love you? Do you live in the Midwest? Would I save you in the event of a zombie apocalypse? Some people got two out of three, but I needed all three to qualify. This selection process will invariably horrify my mother.

6. Californication. I love this show. I get all excited on Mondays that I have this to look forward to when I get home (OnDemand). You can probably find it online somewhere. It's vulgar and disgusting and has entirely too much drug use in it, but hot damn, it has Fox Mulder in it.

7. Netflix. It took them 4 years of emailing me to break me down. But, now, I have canceled my premium channels (except Showtime. See #6) and just got Netflix. Next up, the Home for the Holidays my second favorite holiday movie, next to, of course, Love Actually.)

8. Pancakes and Cheesecake. Aka what I am about to eat for dinner. I don't care, judge away, sometimes a gal needs some mo'fo'ing pancakes.

9. New Opportunities. I have been invited to be the Marketing Person for a non-profit group. I will not hesitate to put this on my resume, which means I can now branch into jobs in the field of marketing.

10. You. No, for real. Sometimes I have a bad hour at work, and I log on here and find some funny comments by you guys. So thank you.

BONUS 11. Books about Religion by Old Dead English Guys. Is it 400+ pages? Check. Is it from 1900 or before? Check. Is it about religion and morality and the poverty level of immigrants? Check. I AM SO INTO THIS BOOK.

Bonus 12: Tim Fucking Curry:

Just a Comic

Alright folks, I am pretty darned sick. My stomach is doing backflips, and I am sweaty as all heck. So I present to you a comic for your enjoyment. Mostly because I am lazy.

Help Me Decide

When should Eric and I get married. Here are some dates we are considering. So go ahead and vote!

[polldaddy poll=1069787]

Thanks folks!