Sunday, February 18, 2007


I must preface this post with a comment: I am not a cat lover by any stretch of the imagination. There are some cats I find tolerable--some may be even slightly enjoyable. But do not take this post as anything more than my observations about a peculiar animal. Cats are nothing compared to dogs--and that's final. With that out of the way, here's my post.

Probably prompted by Jen's zoological post, I thought I'd write a blog about our neighbors' cat, Zeus. Yes, they named him after a Greek god, and he seems to think he is some form of deity. They named him Zeus because he has a rather sizeable kink in his tail that makes it shaped rather like a lightning bolt. Zeus actually has a very keen ability to predict the weather. I'm not sure whether or not this has anything to do with the shape of his tail, but nevertheless, it seems to be the case. This meteorological ability has been named "Cat Radar." If Zeus doesn't want to go out in the morning, it most likely will rain by the afternoon--even if everything looks sunny. But, even with the gloomiest of appearances, if Zeus goes outside, you know it'll clear up out there.

I must mention a minor deviation, however, in Zeus' abilities to foretell good weather and bad weather. See, Zeus doesn't like snow, and everybody knows that snow is the best possible weather. So if he doesn't go outside, you could interpret it as a sign of precipitation, not of bad weather, per se.

I hope our neighbors don't mind me blogging about their cat--it's not exactly like I'm giving out their address with pleas for fan mail and tv interviews or anything. And no, I don't think he's up for any autographs. I'm very sorry.

Friday, February 16, 2007


So on Wednesday, I got to class and sat down, and Haley came in. She said, "So did you have chocolate yet today? I actually had some at breakfast." I thought that was a little odd, but told her I hadn't had any. I redirected my thoughts just as Jessica came in. Jessica was recently engaged and hasn't been the same since. Her feet don't really touch the floor when she walks, and she has hearts drawn on her note sheet-- and yes, I'm serious (about the hearts at least). She even writes her fiancee's name in the hearts. Haley & I have fun teasing her about it all. Anyway, she walked in and was wearing a pretty red blouse and the shiniest red shoes you've ever seen. Valentine's Day! I had completely spaced. I leaned over to Haley and said, "Oops. Now I get the chocolate thing!" She just laughed. I haven't really given much thought to Valentine's Day since about age 10 and people stopped handing out those little Barbie or Batman valentines.

I worked at Red Robin that night and, as expected, it was absolutely crazy. For the first hour or so, it was all pretty simple--I even got Leila and Andy at one of my tables! That was awesome. Everything broke loose a bit later, and only calmed down for me at around 9 o clock. Lots of girls were phased out long before that, but I was given their tables, which really kept me busy. After I counted my tips around midnight, I realized how much I enjoy Valentine's Day.

Friday, February 09, 2007

So Many Feelings!

Editor's note: I wrote this on Friday, but didn't get around to posting it. Carry on...

I just got out of Nutrition class, where we watched "SuperSize Me." All I have to say is that I don't ever want to get addicted to BigMacs like the guy that was interviewed who'd had more than 700 in one year. That's just nasty. I almost felt like those frivolous lawsuits against McDonalds might be justified. But that was just the easily-swayed movie-watcher in me. Normally I'm not like that. I think the statistics got to me.

So I got out of class and was thinking about how I'm working at Red Robin, home of the Gourmet Burger, Freckled Lemonade, and Monster Shake, and how I feel about McDonalds. I had a hard time reconciling it except for the "personal responsibility" argument--that people are responsible for what they put into their mouths.

Then I called home. Dad immediately informed me that he got a job offer (praise God!) from... drumroll, please....


I feel fat.

Friday, February 02, 2007

What to Do

I have a very serious website for you all to check out.

I will say no more.