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Almost there

For the most part I’ve got everything straight. About 10 minutes ago I secured my last class in my schedule. I’m relieved and annoyed at the same time. The majority of my classes are on MWF, that’s how I like my schedule. I was scheduled for my first computer class on TR 2-3:15. That way I can be at work by 4, and occasionally I can work 6-1 and then be off after class. I was really happy with that setup. Unfortunately, my computer class is the one I was having so much trouble getting into. I was able to get overrides into all my other classes so my schedule was back to where I originally had it. I found an opening in the class for TR 9:30-10:45 so I had to take it. Trust me, I’ll be checking back often to see if I can switch over to my original time slot, but until then, at least I’ve got the class!

I also picked up my iPod yesterday! It’s even prettier than my old one! All my music is on it, now I’ve just got to pick my first video to put on it! I’ll post pictures later. Right now I need to go eat and buy my books….err…the ones I can afford.

Technologic

Ahaha! Oh man, apparently even robots need some lovin’! And this little guy’s got some stamina! He eats his Wheaties, I bet!

This video is seriously cracking me up…

Lucky Chucky

This is for Jamey!

These are all from various places around the web and my own memory, so forgive me if some of these look like they require credit—

· Chuck Norris does not wear a condom. Because there is no such thing as protection from Chuck Norris.
· When the boogeyman goes to sleep, he checks his closet for Chuck Norris.
· Chuck Norris is the reason why Waldo is hiding.
· Chuck Norris has counted to infinity. Twice.
· Guns don’t kill people. Chuck Norris kills People.
· There is no theory of evolution. Just a list of animals Chuck Norris allows to live.
· Chuck Norris does not sleep. He waits.

The rest are under here.

Future rockstar? Nah, Future groupie ;)

Haha! And for the record, I don’t mean the kind of groupie who sleeps with the band *cough*ortheroadies*cough* Though I know a few *ahem* questionable people who fall into that category. For these purposes, we’ll just stick with the stalking aspect of groupie life.

I’m entering this little gem in Reese’s Caption your childhood photo contest.

(Pssst Catie, don’t enter, ’cause you’ll win :-P hehe j/k)

Funny forwards

My aunt and uncle send me forwards all the time. These are two I got recently that cracked me up =)

National Geographic Magazine

An archeological team, digging in Washington DC, has uncovered 10,000 year old bones and fossil remains of what is believed to be the first Politician .

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Disney Desperate Housewives
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Craziness, eh? These are Mark Jenkins’ creations, and I’m loving them! I really want to do one or two of these myself! I wonder if I could get kitty to sit still long enough….

A bunch of randomness

Some know that Ace from Real World and Challenge fame on MTV opened a bar here in town. Apparently that’s his thing now–owning bars in college towns so he can still experience the college life without the classes and make money rather than take out loans. (His words, not mine) Anyhow, searching for something to watch I found that he made it past the men’s final inferno on the latest challenge. I’m surprised. We all kind of assumed he wouldn’t be on this season long based on his past show history and the fact that he’s here in town.

How did I not hear that Vince McMahon (Professional Wrestling icon) is *ahem* “dead”?? Really though, faking your own death is ridiculous–especially in the world of wrestling, considering that everyone knows everything is a storyline. Maybe I’m missing the big articles or the latest, but the best theory I’ve seen so far is him staging it so he could retire. Others take it further by assuming he has cancer–citing such proof as his recent weight loss and decline in activity, and ‘losing’ a match to shave his head. Weirdness altogether.

Let’s see what else….this past weekend was a pretty decent trip. We ended up taking my car because Catie’s timing belt is wonky. The aquarium was nice, of course. I really enjoyed hitting all the places where we could just chill and watch the little lives behind the glass. We ate at Doc Chey’s and I had the best lo mien probably ever. It was absolutely yum. Gracias Catie for treating me :) The concert was madness. We got there at 6:30 with a good enough spot in line for front row. Well, they let us in after 8 and goofed because they were obviously still rehearsing/sound checking so they let us inside the building, but not inside the venue. It got even more ridiculous when, even though they saw the problem, they decided to continue letting people in so everyone crowded around the three venue doors and rushed in like a pack of wild dogs. That pretty much pissed me off since standing in line was not a happy time and still didn’t get me front row. We ended up about 4th row though so it wasn’t too bad. It was a miserable wait starting with an only decent opening act whom I got tired of quickly. Then when we thought Mika was coming out, 5 break-dancers came out instead and did something like 5-6 goes each. So unhappy. After that they did more setup and I was getting really miserable and cranky. The crazy ladies in the crowd next to us with finger puppets were mildly entertaining and there was a guy up in the stands doing the absolutely craziest dancing I’ve ever seen–that was humorous. Finally Mika came on and all was well =) I’ll rave about the show later.

Sunday night we had a Parkview meal that was delish, followed by complete and utter drunkenness. Let me say that Poweraid, Golden Grain and Strawberry Pucker mix very well together. There was drunken Halo, drunken Pictionary, and then we went skinny dipping; well, we started off clothed and ended up skinny dipping by way of either just randomly wanting to or truth or dare. I accomplished something nice for a friend as well, which made me happy.

It’s been work all the rest of the week. Yesterday was a terrible, horrible, no-good, very bad day. Which is pretty much why I’m not at work right now. I’ll probably gripe about that all later though.

Nose rape

Ryan is cooking with a ridiculous amount of vinegar right now. Seriously, it’s making me want to vomit. It’s so strong, I think I’m gonna have to go upstairs. I really hope this chicken isn’t as gross as it smells right now…

Picky eaters unite!

Kids aren’t the only finicky eaters.
By PsychologyToday.com

Bob Krause kicks off each day with waffles and a glass of milk, preferably chocolate. Lunch is a package of Lance Toasty Crackers, and dinner is usually a grilled cheese sandwich (sans what he calls “the evil pickle”). Krause is not a balky toddler, but a 59-year-old Virginia Beach business owner. “I have a very keen sense of smell and taste and I have a hair-trigger gag reflex,” he says. In other words, he’s a picky eater.

It’s not known how many severely picky adult eaters are out there. For one thing, food preferences run on a continuum and an official cut-off has not been established. Nor is the condition a recognized eating disorder, says Marcia Pelchat, research scientist at The Monell Chemical Senses Center in Philadelphia.

Pelchat has found that certain textures are an even bigger turn-off than tastes for many picky eaters. Take the tomato: “It has numerous offensive textural problems; the skin is slippery, the flesh is grainy and slimy, and the seeds are a big discontinuity,” she says. Others cringe at “inclusions,” such as nuts or raisins embedded in muffins—even if they enjoy eating such snacks in their pure form.

The adult picky eater was almost always a choosy child, Pelchat’s research shows. Parents excessively concerned with food—whether positively or negatively—are more likely to have picky eaters, she says. And those who harshly punish non-plate-cleaning children, or, at the other extreme, cater to the child by fixing them exactly what they request, exacerbate the situation.

Finicky eaters tend to score higher on OCD (Obsessive-Compulsive Disorder) screenings, and Pelchat says that some may benefit from treatment such as anti-depressants. While picky kids are often underweight, those who continue the pattern into adulthood have higher-than-average body mass indexes, since the foods that they do tend to enjoy are calorically dense. Pelchat’s experimental subjects rated sweet solutions as sweeter and bitter solutions bitterer than did controls, which suggests a possible physiological root to the condition. But no anatomical differences in the groups’ taste buds were found.

Though most picky eaters manage to get the nutrients they need, their habits cause dramatic social consequences. “Imagine if you lived in a world where at every occasion, every wedding, every restaurant, people served raw liver. That’s how it is for us,” Krause says. While happily married now, Krause blames the dissolution of his first two marriages at least partly on his eating habits. Back when he was dating his first wife, her parents took them out to a fancy Italian restaurant. “I ordered a grilled cheese sandwich,” he says. “Her father went ballistic.”

Pelchat suspects that picky eaters can broaden their palate, if they are highly motivated, by gradually trying and getting used to new foods. But this desensitization technique has only been tested with foods perceived as slightly negative. It’s not clear what the method could achieve with foods that are wholly unappealing.

Krause is even more skeptical: Three years ago he started the Web site pickyeatingadults.com, to find and reach out to gustatory kindred spirits. “I’ve heard from hundreds of picky eaters, only one of whom claims to have been cured. I know that I could eat certain things every day until I die and would never like them.” While Krause says he and his fellow picky eaters don’t like being the way they are, he thinks the condition has shaped his outlook positively in one way: “My food preferences are so out of my control that in areas where I do have control, I’m very driven. I don’t think I would have been able to build a successful business otherwise.”

http://health.msn.com/dietfitness/articlepage.aspx?cp-documentid=100161790&GT1=10008

I’m a picky eater. About as picky as they come, so this was really interesting to me. I never realized that most picky eaters share my insane sense of smell. Back when I was in High School, my dad would have to come wake me up in the morning before putting on aftershave because waking up to the strong smell literally made me gag! In fact, smells and certain textures (along with my own imagination) are really the only things that trigger my gag reflex. Mostly smells, but if I think about it too much, anything overly greasy sets me off. I have to make it a point not to think about it, or I’ll go off and then not be able to eat for a while.

There are tons of things out there that I don’t mind the taste of, but I avoid because of the texture. Most fruits fit into this category. Thinks like oranges and watermelon taste fine to me, but their squishiness is full of veins that just don’t fit with the rest of the texture. They’re not extraordinary flavors so I don’t care to eat them. The flavor just isn’t good enough to ignore the nasty texture. Same with strawberries. I love anything strawberry flavored, but strawberries are a big no.

But here’s where I differ–I was a picky eater as a child, yes, but I was still made to eat things I didn’t like, so it definitely had nothing to do with my parents giving in to my picky tastes. Of course, my mom made sure meals usually included something I liked because well, that’s a mom for you, but I was still made to scarf down squash (even though it literally makes me gag) and other yuckiness.

I also can’t agree with it causing severe social problems. Any personal tastes are only as hindering as you make them. At most, I’ve had problems eating foods other people have cooked, but I’ve gotten by on ‘not being hungry’ when I can, or simply making it known that I’m a really picky eater! It’s really not that big a deal if you just make it known rather than trying to pretend. As in this guy’s case earlier where he ordered a grilled cheese at a fancy restaurant–well, there were obviously other issues there if that family couldn’t be expected to be understanding of his issue–in that case I’d have simply made something up about not feeling well and not feeling safe to eat any of the more complicated things on the menu for fear I’d end up wasting it. It’s really all in perspective and how you choose to handle things…ya know?

I think I need brownies…


I’m gonna need the Pillsbury Spread and Bake Brownie Batter commercial to stop playing. I’m trying SO hard not to guy buy some.

Have you tried them yet? They’re amazing. I can’t distinguish any difference between them, and my favorite batter mix I use. No lie. I made some the night I cooked for Josh and Andy, and even after stuffing ourselves with all the yummy food I cooked, the brownies didn’t survive the night!

I need to stop talking about them or I’ll have no choice :-X

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