Fresh Baked

Wednesday, May 26, 2004


Don't worry, Molly-- we won't forget you!

Tuesday, May 25, 2004

I am a 15 year boy

I'm not really, but this is just proof that you can never trust the people you read on the internet.

I was talking to a lady today about her 15 year old son and how he and his friends were using the words 'gay' and 'little bitch' to describe portion size. Now, I'm not such a fan of 'gay' but little bitch? I'm totally going to use that next time I can. Tomorrow I plan on going to The Bean and ordering a Little Bitch Latte.

Another sign that I could be a 15 year old boy? 'Tangential' makes me laugh every time I hear it because switch the i in it and think tangenital. Heeheehee!

Whats Your Price for Flight?

Happy Birthday to our first homemade batch of beer-- hope you taste as good as you look. Oh, and keep your helmet on.

Sunday, May 23, 2004

SHAM-peen

I did it! I rocked the party that rocked the bod-ay. And was crowned Queen of the Robot. I be breakin' mad crazy, yo. The best part is that I have no idea what it was that I did. I think the alcohol had taken over my system at that point because I have thought about it for a while and I get to the point where I know I was standing around when people started dancing and then nothing until I was in the kitchen later on where the QoR title was bestowed. I'm awesome, and I have no idea why.

Here's the thing... I don't know what it is that I'm doing when I dance. Ever. There have been two occasions that I can think of where I'm out on the dance floor, doing what I do and then look up to see that a circle has formed around me and people are clapping and cheering. Its like I've channeled Usher and can bust it like nobody's business (sidenote: Usher? Call me. Thanks.). One of these times it ended when some guy wanted to battle me. What? Battle me? If I have to think about what I'm doing, or am conscious of people paying me attention, it's over. And then I get embarrassed and run away. Its really entertaining-- you should come watch some time. Just don't let me see you.

Saturday, May 22, 2004

Ya Twig?

The word of the week is....

TWIG

My friend Merriam-Webster says:
twig (v.)
Inflected Form(s): twigged; twig·ging
Etymology: perhaps from Irish & Scottish Gaelic tuig- understand
transitive senses
1 : NOTICE, OBSERVE
2 : to understand the meaning of : COMPREHEND

I like words, ya twig? And I'm going to try to put up a word here every week so that we can all grow and learn and come together as people who use words. This should last approximately 3 weeks because I'm really good on the follow-through.

Friday, May 21, 2004

Fresh Baked and Ready for Action

First off. Hi.

Secondly? I know it should be FreshLY Baked. I do. But I don't wanna! And if this is going to be a problem for anyone, I would suggest either adapt or abort, because you just wait till the day I don't spell check and then you'll be in for the true horror.

And third. I'm going to share something I wish I wouldn't, but can't seem to stop myself.

I like Hanson.

I know. I know, I know, I know-- MMMBop! But c'mon, give those kids a break-- they're grown up now, kinda, and are past the screechy Peter Brady phase. They're Greg now! They're Johnny Bravo!! Give them a chance.