5 Dollar Footlong

I've got "5 Dollar Footlong" in my head, and you should, too...

Yet Again...

Yet again I find myself living apart from God. When will I learn?

Neighborhood Drama

Yesterday evening my neighborhood had a meeting concerning a bit of a hot topic. Both my parents went... with differing views. Mom tried to get Dad to promise that he either wouldn't go or open his mouth, but she didn't succeed. When they came home after its finish, I asked, "So you both came back alive?"

Quote #1

"So when does your schoolend year?"

Happy Thursday!

Two good things about today:

1) My brother comes home for the summer.

2) The Office season finale (sniff) is one hour long (yay!).

Responsibility

What makes someone a responsible adult? What are the factors? (i.e. age, housing situation, financial standing, social/emotional maturity, relationship status, other habits/characteristics, etc.) How about this: when you look at someone who you think needs to "grow up," what is it that you think he/she lacks?

Pigg's Coffee

After hearing "Coffee Shop" aka "Falling in Love at a Coffee Shop" on the radio recently, I found out who sings it: Landon Pigg. My immediate thought was, Poor guy. Not the best last name. But I'm sure he's used to it by now.

"Coffee Shop" sounded familiar. And then I remembered a jewelry commercial from Christmastime. It was one of the few that I didn't mind and actually thought was sweet.

I like his sound, but I've got the feeling that if I listen to it enough, it'll get on my nerves.

What a Nice Guy!

When my brother was home for spring break a couple months ago, I jokingly asked him if he would like to share an apartment with me after he graduates from college. I thought his immediate response would be a polite version of, "Are you kidding me? No, thank you!" But he took me seriously and was receptive to the idea.

He hasn't been thrilled with his roommate experiences so far, and says he already knows what he can expect from me. I highly doubt the likelihood of us sharing a place, but it's nice that he thinks we'd get along alright.

When we were younger, I used to tell my brother that I'd feel sorry for his wife if he ever married. (Horrible, I know.) But he's turned into a decent fellow. He called our house a couple days ago, making a point to talk to both my mom and me. What a nice guy!

The Ideal Ideal-Cut Diamond

I've been hearing an ad for the ideal ideal-cut diamond that can only be found at Jared, The Galleria of Jewelry of the "He went to Jared!" and "It can only be Jared!" fame. These ads are causing me to think. If an ideal ideal-cut diamond is better than just an ideal-cut diamond, then wouldn't an ideal ideal ideal-cut diamond be even better? And hold it right there! An ideal ideal ideal ideal-cut diamond would kick the ideal ideal ideal-cut diamond's you-know-what!

Imagine a man on one knee looking up at his girlfriend. He just popped the question and is holding out an opened box with a ring in it. The box's lid clearly states "Jared, the Galleria of Jewelry," but the girlfriend isn't fooled. She exclaims, "This isn't the ideal ideal ideal ideal-cut diamond. It's only the ideal ideal ideal-cut. I only want the best! It's just not... ideal enough!"

The Con of Spring

Winter left us weeks ago, letting spring have its way with the previously barren landscape. Grass has been colored green, leaves have been coaxed back onto branches and flowers have blossomed once again. I do love and appreciate the change of seasons, but, being me, I have to find at least one drawback to every good thing.

On winter nights before going to bed, I like to glance out of my window and see the smoke steadily streaming from Daltons into the deep blue sky. But now that the tree branches in my neighborhood are no longer bare, they block my view of Dalton's smoke stack. I can still make out the smoke, but without the smoke stack, the picture seems incomplete.

Weekend in Review

Friday night I found myself perusing the shelves at Blockbuster. After looking for non-cookie cutter movies, I walked out with two:

Lars and the Real Girl tells the story of a twenty-something guy who wants a relationship but is too scared of a real one. His solution? Get a life-size doll online and dote on her as if she was real. His sincerity is endearing, but what also stands out is how his family and small town embrace him and his "girlfriend." The care and patience they modeled is uplifting and moving.

I followed this up with Once: a musical set in Ireland which captures the friendship between a guy and a girl. I knew it was a movie and not a documentary, but it felt real. The flow of it and the earnest lyrics gave me the feeling that I was peering into the lives of these characters that meet, share their lives and their music, and then part ways. The sense of community that the music created is what sticks with me.

Pouring Down Jazz

Jazz is one of the musical genres I sometimes listen to at work. But when it's pouring down rain, which it was for a short while this afternoon, I immediately crave it. Specifically John Coltrane. And in particular, "My Favorite Things." Funny the things our minds associate with other things.

Hear Ye, Hear Ye!

I officially passed my third masters class. Oh, yeah.