quick but gross

in my absence many things have been a happening, but one which happened before my leave needs to be brought up here....

remember the day my head exploded? not the day I broke my head in the garage...

my roomie pointed to the ceiling on my return from my trip, and asked me to take note of what was there.... while I HAD cleaned the floor after the explosion... I never thought the geyser would have reached such heights....
there was a SPLATTER about a foot in diameter....

gross.

Leave of absence

Lets just say... THREE explosions..



I'm off to a conference for a couple of days, I'll catch up with ya'all when I get in.

400

I thought that four hundred was a number that was worth recognizing.

and I thought I could make it most memorable by making it to be the one that commemorates my head exploding... twice.

gross
geyser

have I ever mentioned to you how disappointed I am in my family doctor?

Mr. Robbins

there is out there, somewhere, an individual whom I'd like to meet. Someone whom I will, upon being introduced to them, embrace in a large bear hug and not let go for quite some time.

yes, I'm talking about the creator of Chai ice cream.

adventures with my pen....

... that is, when I find a great pen, I'll do more adventures. ... that is, I'm promising to do more writing. and um, I'd like it if you asked me if I am writing.. as an encouragement and reminder to do it... and maybe ... um.. I might share it. maybe.
I just really WANT to be writing more. I'm happy when I'm writing. Not during the act of writing... actually I'm pretty grumpy till what I'm working on has come out in my voice... BUT, overall, I'm a happier person when I'm writing regularly.

All that said, I think I mentioned it a little bit before, or maybe I just talked excitedly enough that I've convinced myself that I wrote about it... I was invited to be a contributor to a fun project! Not just writing, not just story, but expression....

It's a fun little thing entitled "Canadiana, Eh to Zen" you can visit it here, or you can read about what it is here. OR... actually, yeah, read/listen to this too.... Canadiana Explained.
I'm pretty pumped about it. Though... well, I've been a slacker there too.

egg-er-iffic

This morning, like most mornings, I dragged myself from my warm cocoon into the FREEZING bathroom, back to my frosty room, into some chilled clothing and stumbled down the stairs... to a frost covered car.

note:: this is the same story each and every morning.. I'm cold, and I'm running late. I've forgotten to eat breakfast.

I drove to the Petes, made it to KCC in time to avoid greeting Andrew and mumbling a lame excuse about how late I am.

I started set up with Radar and Pony (gee.. some nick names stick... and some churches stick them to you) and mentioned my forgetting to eat breakfast again... next thing I know, I've got a Cadbury egg being thrown at my head... I ate it.. and enjoyed....

a little later the timbits and other such goodies come out.. I dive for the toasted coconut at the same time as someone else (whilst being observed by the timbit dealer) as my hand enters the vicinity of the basket.. I utter, in a voice not to be crossed: "the toasted one's mine... back off" ... timbit dealer jumps back in surprise, competing hand shrinks back, and victory is mine... toasted belongs to me.....

not long after, the timbit dealer approaches me... head down, knees slightly bent, arms outstretched bearing the remaining toasted coconut timbits on a napkin... "this is my offering, make satan go away from you"....

later Scott threw in the whole thing about cold being the absence of heat thing and hell being the absence of God... I would like some heat, my fingers are cold.

self healing

so, yesterday... in response to the other day's post.... my counter died... I don't know what was wrong with it, it just quit. But, have no fear, it's back to life again...


actual conversation from work yesterday::

Bear from bo-diddly:: well uh, there's you know over there. and there's sometimes like that. we-hell-hell-hell look it there.... there's a lot of people working at that Laura's (as we pass the Lauria Pontiac place) so many people.
Me:: oh, were you in there? they've hired lots of new people?
Bear:: well NO! just look at all the cars they've been driving to work.. stacks of them.. stacks and stacks of them.
oooohhhhh, now there's a good song... ("Beautiful" comes on the radio) That Rod Stewart, he really can sing it... and "Happy Yeah"... monday wednesday tuesday happy yeah....
Me:: I didn't know Rod sang that.... (shaking my head in confusion)
Bear:: (continuing in the same breath without pause....) what you really got to watch for, and I'm not saying this to be mean, or, it's not mean, but some might think that it is, and you're probably right, but if you get three P's in a row... then you get it good. Not two A's. Just the two P's. Cause then woah ho ho! it's the big money. But not the really big money, just some of it, and you can go again. sunday monday happy yeah....


these are the days I just sit back and let it happen around me. eventually I figure it all out.

noteable.... note -able notable... NO TABLE????

just to point it out.
I was visitor number 9001 at this here Parsley Palace.

great expectation... waiting!

it's true folks, just six more posts after this one and we'll have hit the grand numero four hundred! wow.. I need to get a life.

untill that happens, let's play a game bloggers.... take your age.... find that post number (example, I'm traveling back in time and I'm now 23 years old... so I'm looking up post number 23) then take the month of the year we're in so it's um.. April, sooooo, 4th month... then look up the fourth sentence in your post..... let's post the sentence.....

right now the details are kinda sketchy, but if it falls through I’ll be
going to (North West) Benin instead to stay in an Anii Village with a family who
do oral narrative translations, they are going through the bible in
chronological order, starting with Genesis and sharing the bible stories with a
people group who hold oral tradition way above anything written...

it appears I like run-on sentances.

ok, your turn... go and do likewise.




(now I'm kinda curious as to what's on in my real aged post....)

I’m now living about a 15 min walk from the SIL center in a funny little
compound (you have to go outside to reach the kitchen) with Barb.

move over, watch out Hogan!

Definition;

Pork Up the Sleeve:: p-ORK up the slEE-vE ,

1. (noun) wrestling move, mastered by the greats (verb) to pork one up the sleeve. Literally to take one by the arm handles from behind and launch them over your head, victim must be flexing to ensure greatest handle structure.
   (in order to flex arm handles to maximum handleage proportions, raise elbows to shoulder height, while turning fists downward, palms back, act as though pushing up from a table, handles should form naturally.)
   
   
2. the act of pork falling down one's sleeve while eating a pulled pork sandwich.