I don't get paid enough for this

Last night at work the respiratory therapist asks, "so how do they decide who becomes a nurse and who becomes a respiratory therapist?" We shake our heads because we all know they're both crazy. Miguel continues, "They put some people in a pool of poop up to their necks and start shooting phlegm at them. Whoever ducks is a nurse, and whoever takes it in the face is a respiratory therapist."

Huh, you don't say.

Food stuffs

So Ben is moving to California in a few weeks. I keep wanting to say I'll miss him, but we've only seen each other a handfull of times since I moved here. Still, though, we have a good time every time we eat together and I will miss that. Last night we went out for supper and I couldn't resist posting this. Can someone explain?

Tonight I tell my grandma the soup is really good, what is it? To which she replies, "wieners, vegetables, and beer."

Ah. No wonder!

In which Google disappoints...again.

Guava Sobet brought to you by... Olympic Mountain Ice Cream?

This oddity again brought to you by the ice cream parlor selling low fat sweet cream yogurt. No, I didn't try it (though I do like guava!).

On a completely different note, I stumped Bob, knower of all things Google, with a fruitless Google search. Apparently the now defunct fishbone lab value structure has been removed from recorded history! For any of you curious, I now have the only image of it on the web- according to Google. Consider yourself the chosen few (the very few according to my ClustrMap).

And speaking of readership, who is reading me in Europe? Matthew, is that you?

Be still and know that I am God

Looks like Seattle's weather lately, but this was actually from the hangar back home. Hi mom!

Loving all the attention

"Chuck, Chuck bo buck,

banana fanna fo ...um...

me my mo muck, Chu-uck!"