Wow...last night was my last night at Applebee's. I felt pretty apathetic the entire night, and didn't understand why. Then, after I got my biking gear on and went to hug the first person good-bye, the tears welled up. Matt was like,"Don't, don't..." I only got to say good-bye to three people that I really know. As I walked out the door, I started crying harder...then I realized I had left my helmet and seat inside, so I went back in and said bye again. Over three and a half years...man. I am gonna give my special people there all some little personalized cards to let 'em know how much I care about them. Sniff-sniff.

Well, as I'm contemplating all this on my first bike ride home of the season (and last from Applebee's), I get smacked in the back of the head (with helmet on) with something. It knocked my head forward and I let out a "Yelp!!" as I watched a white thing splatter on the sidewalk in front of me. It took me about two seconds to realize,"Hey...that was an EGG...someone just egged me!" Yup, you heard (read) correctly: I got E-G-G-E-D. WOW. I sat there for a second not really knowing what emotion to have, with the egg white beginning to run down my hair, and then I got angry and started riding after the car faster than I have ever ridden before. An ambulance even drove by and made all the cars go to the side of the road, giving me even more time! I didn't really know what I was gonna do when I got there, just that I was intent on catching them. So I sprinted from Bennet to Grand before I realized that it was futile and slowed down, with my legs and butt screaming at me for doing that. I got some appropriate reactions from Paul and Kristin, when I got home; but after that, the reaction was mostly laughter. I was thinkin' about scenarios like, "What if I ever met a bunch of ornery guys, and they started telling stories about things they'd done, and they told one about how they'd egged this chick one night who was riding her bike, and I thought, yeah, I'd punch them right smack in the face when they wouldn't expect it.....no, I wouldn't. I'd prally just go, 'Yeah...that was me you egged.'" And then a few moments later, I realized that I really wouldn't do anything and didn't care and revenge would be dumb. So, my emotion now is,"Hey I got egged!!! Ha ha ha!!! Isn't that a funny story?" Ah, the world these days.

So, I guess we're goin' to war soon. How do I feel about this? What is my opinion? I really don't know. I see the good points and bad points to each side. I'm so mixed up about it. So my stance is...no stance. But I support our military. I had a long talk about it today with my manager at Ski Shack, and he got REALLY heated during the conversation. You could tell he'd been in the military. You know, ramen noodles are purty darn good when yer hungry and ya ain't got nuttin' else ta eat. I'm currently eating a new flavor right now: Creamy Chicken. It's yummy! Anyways, pray for our country!!!

"Well, I think that I'm sadder than you 'cause I'm eating a hamburger bun!"~Dani the other day on the phone (she has no food)

"And I should look like a newsie with guns!"~Andy on the way to church

"Would you excuse me Jim, I have a bit of a upset tummy coming on."~Michael on Waking Ned Devine

Emperor's New Groove quote of the day:
"Come on you guys! No one lives forever!"~weird army guy encouraging his compatriots chasing Kuzco and Pacha