Picture of the Day - Charizard

I wish this picture was holographic cause that crap is RARE!

Picture(s) of the Day - Get Drunk and Die

The Fruit Fly:

Drosophila Melanogaster:

AKA - The Ultimate Party Animal

See all those little bugs... those are fruit flies!

This is how I'm catching them

Its a weird thing...

Seems like all they want to do is get drunk and die!

Picture Of The Day - Unused Minutes

This is what happens when you throw away unused minutes,

They get smashed up in a Home Depot parking lot.

Remember, Saving Minutes...

Yeah Mom I know... Saves Money.

But I don't care Mom, I have Verizon!

Am I Still Allowed to Laugh??

Sorry Folks, Its been a while.

Everything you are about to read is TRUE!  I am not making any of this up! (except the part about the buttery door). This happened only moments ago so my recollection is pretty accurate still.  Enjoy!

While I have been working hard lately to loose weight,  I have not really been cataloging anything.  That being said, from a bloated and flabby starting weight of 250, I am down to a slender 217 as of this morning.  So that is 33 lbs of weight loss in the last three or four months.  Not too shabby.  I am currently a little over half way to my goal.

Enough on that subject.

Today I was at subway.  I was sitting, slowly eating my Turkey Breast and Black Forest Ham on Honey Oat, YUM!  I was sitting in such a way that I could see the people in line and I was watching them and making observations and guesses as to what they were like and what they were about.  (This is just something I like to do.  It is all done in my head, I'm not a crazy person, I swear!)

So the line is in front of me and the door is behind me.  The little bell on the door rings and I say to myself, "here comes another one."  but no one comes...  I turned around to see a man buttering the door so that he can squeeze through sideways with out scraping his nipples off. He walked up to the line, and at first I gave him a fair chance.

"Maybe he's the next Jared"

I could not have been more wrong.  He orders "The Feast" and as if thats not bad enough he makes it a footlong too!!  For those normal people who dont know what this is, it is that sub that they have in the little display case on top of the counter that is overflowing with meat and cheese and paper lettuce.

 This sub has 1180 calories (this includes cheese, but no dressings).  He adds all the veggies, good  for him, if you put green peppers on a bowl of lard, it doesnt make it good for you.  He then gets to the part of subway that can be most dangerous for your health, The dressing station.

He looked puzzeled and scratched his stomach while he pondered the dressing that he wanted on his sandwich.  We both knew what was coming, but i didn't anticipate what i heard next.  Now, lets all rememebr that so far we are up to 1180 calories.  This gentleman said, and I quote, "extra heavy mayo."  I was far from surprised but a little grossed out.  I can not attest to exactly how much "extra heavy" as I was sitting in my seat with the sandwich not in view, but I would assume it was a lot.

So, after they make your sandwich, at my subway, the delightful Indian man behind the counter says with a thick accent, "Chips and a drink, buddy?"  This guy beat him to the punch.  He was half way through "Chips and a..."  and the guy grabs the biggest cup they have and says coarsely "I WANT AN EXTRA LARGE!"

The guy behind the counter is taken back a bit but then says, "well how bout chips?"

The guy pulls a bag of chips and says that he wants them but also wants some cookies.  He proceeds to order 6 cookies.  The three I remember him saying are chocolate chip, macadamia nut, and peanut butter, might have just been two of each.

This Tyrannosaurus Rex looking leviathan pays the nice Indian man a small fortune for all of this.  I was eating and didnt hear the exact about but it had to be over 15 dollars. He goes and fills his extra huge 44 oz with regular coke, and walks out. of the store.

As he was walking out I managed to take a picture of him with my cell phone while pretending to text with my friends.  Surely I did not look nearly as inconspicuous as I thought I did, but I did my best.  I immediately sent this pic via picture message to my friends with whom I have free picture messaging. (If you wanted to be in the loop sooner, you should have had Verizon)

this is the snap I made of him leaving.

Now this is when it gets even funnier.  I'm sitting there enjoying my sub and the apple slices I got as my side, which you see there in the picture.  5 or ten minutes go by.  I'm still laughing to myself but I've moved on from it deciding that I would write this blog post when I got home.  Ringalingadingdong!  the door is opening again and I have a new person to watch while I eat.  WRONG!  It's the fat guy again.  I was thinking was there something wrong,  they couldn't have forgot anything, you had everything behind the counter on your sub.  But that wasn't it at all.  He won two cookies with his scrabble piece and wanted to collect on his winnings right now, because clearly he didn't have enough to satisfy his hunger.

I laughed and laughed, once he left. (what a lunch)

Every story should have a moral, so to conclude I would first like to say, SHAME ON YOU... Subway!

You have failed a man in more ways than one.  You are supposed to be a healthy alternative to fast food, well NOT today!  And then, as if that wasn't enough, when you failed to be healthy you couldn't even satisfy! SHAME ON YOU.

Secondly, I cant help but wonder, since fat people are allowed to make fun of and laugh at other fat people (without worry of offence), am I out of order here?  I'm not thin by any stretch of the imagination, but I dont consider myself "Fat" anymore.  After relegation from "oh god, look at that guy!!!" to "pleasntly plump" am I still allowed to laugh?   As I continue to loose weight and arrive at my goal weight of, "thin and fit"  will my unfortunate spell in the "fat light"  grant me the right to poke fun even when I'm skinny?  I sure hope so.

USMNT - United States Mutant Ninja Turtles

World Cup Qualifying, one of my favorite times.  The US Mens National Team are back at the top of the CONCACAF table.  All I can really say is "boo ya grandma."

On 9/9/9, which I guess is special for some reason,  I went to the bar to support the boys in blue, or white for this game I suppose.  It was a lonely game.  I was the only person there who was actually there to watch the game.  That being said there was soccer on 4 tv's in a non soccer bar, I was in my element, only wishing there were more people (singing is not as fun when people just look at you like you're insane).

The USMNT has been a jekyll and hyde of team, and coming in, I was unsure which team I was going to see against Trinidad and Tobago.  It did not take long into the game to get that answer.

WEAK SAUCE!!!

We played passionless soccer.  We looked so slow and lazy that I was beside myself yelling at the screen.  The midfield was practically non-existent.  Passes were so sloppy i don't really know how we ever moved up the field.

I took notes in my phone and they just said
No Speed
No Passion
No Finishing
No Midfield

We were lucky to get the win, but Clark's Goal was awesome.  What a cracker in the 62nd minute, swerving away from the goaltender, rippling the back of the net, I jumped to of my bar seat and screamed...  What a goal.

A few people around me were happy, but far from excited.  But there was one gentleman (age probably 25) who said "Man, F*** Soccer."  I snarled in discussed.  I am not upset that he doesn't like soccer, everyone is  entitled to their own opinion on sports.  But it is my humble opinion that people should back their nation.  It doesn't matter where or when but HAVE SOME PRIDE!!!  I absolutely hate when someones irrational dislike for a sport, soccer in this case, outweighs their national pride.  Stand up for your country, our military does it every day, play your part and do it when you can. (Rant over)

Not the sweetest victory, but still, one step closer to the WC SA 2010.  Come on you yanks, against Honduras.

Labor Day - Report

This past weekend was labor day and I went home to see my family/hang out with friends. Got on the road Friday at around 1130 and the drive was uneventful. The last few times I've had some issues (shredded tire and such) so it was nice to just roll in with no real problems.

I was dropped off in Brighton, and I joked with a few people that Sonia said, "Ok, get out, this is as close as I'm getting to your house." and drove away. This of course is not how it happened, but it probably would have been a funnier story to retell if it had.

At any rate my father picked me up and drove me home the rest of the way and that night I hung out around the house and in the evening we went to see Michael W. Smith. What does the W stand for I wonder? The concert was really nice, a much more low key shindig than the Blink 182 concert I went to a month earlier.

Went home that night and got a decent nights sleep because in the morning I had plans. I was picked up in the mid-afternoon by my friend Adam. It sounds so weird to me to say that because he is so much younger than me, it makes me feel old. But we were off, headed for Ann Arbor. It was the start of College Football season and it was gameday!!

We arrived in AA round noonish, and had to scramble to get an ID for someone but we made it happen. We ended up going to a tailgate near the Big House. Had some Burgs and Dogs. It was too hot for beer (well maybe one or two) but it WAS probably around 90 or 95 and just sunshine straight down on ya.

Wrapped up there, and headed into the stadium. It was hoooooot! As luck would have it though there was a young lady passing out free U of M towels and I went down and grabbed some for our whole row. we put them on our heads and that seemed to help a little bit. The game was on, I didn't make notes so I cant tell you what really happened, but we sang and screamed and cheered till the game was over. Michigan played well and pulled out a W.

After that it was back to The T's house for pizza and the USA Soccer game. What a game it was. I definitely had my homer glasses on and was begging for calls and dives and cards. It certainly was annoying to the house of referees. They ended up winning and after the game we wanted to jump in the Kaltz's hot tub.

A text message was sent and we found out that the hot tub was broken.

PAINFUL!!!

We decided to go over anyways to chat and play some Loaded Questions.

After the usual funny stories of what happened in the last couple days, and for me months having not been back to Michigan for a while, we busted out the game and had a right good time playing. the game went on to about 145am or so and we went three houses down and sat on the couch. Wanted to play some video games but I decided I was too tired and had Jason drive me home.

Checked my email, got a drink of milk, and got in bed at 230am.

You'd think I'd crash after all that activity but I got my second wind and laid there, wide awake, until about 430am. Woke up the next day feeling real heavy headed. Had a cup of coffee, and got ready for church. Church was good, had a very small class and got to talk with some people who really gave me some words that I really needed to hear.

Coming home after never seemed like a better idea. I laid down on the couch after a quick lunch and just conked out to a baseball game. Woke up around the 6th inning. mulled around a little more and then decided I would go to the barbeque that my parents were going to with their Sunday School class.

Glad I did.

I played this game with frisbees and also some soccer. I came to a point where I was exhausted and needed to pack up some stuff and went home. I Packed, watched tv, and slept well.

Next day I was excited. Big lunch with my grandparents. We had everything you could ever want. burgers, chicken, grilled veggies, fresh fruit, fresh corn on the cob, and STELLAR desserts including lemon meringue pie, apple crisp, blueberry Jello, and French pastries. Oh, it was amazing. I ate my fill had a cup of coffee and then I got some gifts, since I wont be home for my birthday. I got a shirt, a few ties, a pan, and a book, it was lovely.

Thanks Mom and Dad!

Great Day!

Came home without incident and much conversation with Sonia. It was awesome. Listened to some good music and had another uneventful ride home.

Got home.

Unpacked.

Went to bed.

Slept well.

Weekend over.

Fatty Nostalgia

As you may know, or more likely don't know, because anyone who is reading this probably accidentally stumbled upon it, I have been trying to live healthier. This means eating better, working out on a regular basis, and over all just trying to be at peace with my current situation.

This has not been too difficult for me, however, there are times when I am sitting in my recliner that i miss the, how can I put it, "Fat Culture."

The doctor told me that my blood pressure was high and that I needed to lose weight to keep it down. So i got right on that, cut out fatty foods and more importantly salty foods. It seems to be working, I went from 250 to where I am now at 223, but yesterday I discovered a song on my computer that made me miss the old days where I didn't care about the fat coating my veins or the most important muscle in my body.

This song was written one night, when I had a huge craving for one of my favorite things. I think its really catchy but lyrically it could probably use some work (seeing that I wrote it in 15 minutes). And the audio is pretty rubbish since I recorded it on my computer with no real software or hardware.

Anyways, I will keep pushing forward trying to loose weight, be healthy, and not worry, so that I can keep on living.

Enjoy