i had an interesting memory today while i was dropping my over salted french fries into my frosty. I owe this wonderful phenomenon to my older and occasionally wiser sister.

That's how i came up with that name for her, the older and occasionally wiser sister.

Every once in a while she really knew what to do with something. for example, dunking fries in a frosty. I seem to remember picking the tomatoes off of my burger when she said something like "if you ever run out of ketchup and you need something delicious to dip your fries in, try your frosty. it's great"

but knowing my sister she probably didn't figure this out by accident, like most foods we ate as a child they were experimental and out of necessity.

Take for instance the cheese and Cinnamon quesadilla.

or the popcorn with whipped cream on.

or the pizza or burger in a cup. Let me just point out that this was not our idea originally and was also a very bad one.

we also had such foods as cherry coke meatloaf, the butter(with or with out Cinnamon and sugar) quesadilla and so many more.

Actually our kitchen was more like a laboratory where we were constantly concocting new recipes for traditional foods.

So i ask you this how could anyone not call us scientists!

i would also like to point out that the first suggestion for spellcheck on quesadilla is "queasily"


Hermit Crab? or Garden Variety Snail?

so our new hire at work is homeless... i deduced this at first by the fact that he carried all of his worldly belongings in a giant army surplus duffle bag on his bag.

he resembled a hermit crab.

last night we were watching "Drop Dead Gorgeous" and i think that Kirsten Dunst's character Amber Atkins put it best when she said " Oh no... I never eat shellfish. Mom once told me never to eat anything that carries its house around with him...you never know the last time its been clean."

Today i asked my boss and sure enough he is homeless and he is dirty and he does carry his house around with him on his back


a weak spot

There is a dent in the part of my skull where my hair line meets with the skin of my forehead. The dent is vertical and goes all the way down my forehead to my brow line. i wonder where it came from.

seems like a long time ago i hid under a bed. someone jumped on the bed while i was under it and the bed when through the floor but i didn't. The result was that my forehead was mildly crushed. It left a gash and a bruise.

yes, he knew i was there. And yes it was intentional. The bed going through the floor however was an accident. so i can't be mad.

The point is, the gash i got in my forehead from that was lower than the one that meets my hairline and it was also a horizontal dent, not a vertical one. So they would have made a cross in my forehead, except that the gash isn't there anymore.

is this a normal place for dents? Do you think this is a seam in my skull. From when i was an embryo forming into a human being and my skull fused together at this point.


loss in the family

i lost something very dear to me last night. it was a raptor.

Which is any of various mostly small, slender, carnivorous dinosaurs of the Cretaceous Period. And in this case very small and very plastic.

The sad things is i saw it leave my hands. Knowing it couldn't part with it and it still left me. Like a child leaving home for the first time. And to a guy who had an unhealthy love for star wars...

Is this what empty nest syndrome is?


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