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Brought to you in part by the letters F, U, the number 23 and Christmas Eve. (For those of you who don't remember what low tech blogging is, it is the fun pen & paper form that my blogging takes on the rare occasions that I fly anywhere.) Of course, if I never told you a specific post was written low technically you would never know because to you the form this blog takes is the same as any other. In order to let you in, the original form of this blog was written in cursive with a medium point blue Bic pen on an almost 3 year old National Religious Broadcaster's convention notepad. Also, as it is 5:50 am & I have been up for 19 hours doing stuff pretty much straight through that whole time, the writing is abhorrently sloppy & many indecipherable scribblings have already been crossed out. Really random memory from 8th grade relative to today's sponsoring letters. F, U for those of you with short term memory problems. My friend Melissa Podany used to say the perio

For those of you participating in the having children discussion in the previous post, I replied to all of your comments and would be happy to continue the conversation should you wish to post more thoughts. Those of you who haven't been participating are welcome to join in, I assure you I will read them. Per the title, I realize this is not the kind of spirit one expects when it comes to this blessed holiday season. This has been one of the less joyous holiday seasons for me, though. At some point you have to accept the fact that everything that made Christmas magical when you were a child has gone the way of the dinosaur. (Except Little Foot who will always live in our hearts.) This Christmas I will be spending the holiday at my sister's house in Texas. Among many things, this means bye bye to all of our long standing Christmas traditions (no matter how lame some of them may be). No Christmas Eve service at my church. No stockings. No debating on how early we can wake up the

Props to whoever can tell me where the title comes from. Hint: for once it's not Garden State. Why is my blog sometimes retarded? No, I do not mean the writing here is retarded, so you can keep all "because you're the one who writes it" jokes to yourself. :P What I mean is that the time stamp is currently set for 1:46 when it is clearly not. It's 12:55 for those of you who are curious & fear not, I will correct the time before I post. I don't understand because sometimes it says the right time and other times it is strangely off. Speaking of crap that doesn't work properly, my stupid crappity stove. Silly me, tonight I thought I might cook some dinner for myself & piece of crap would not work. Why? You might be wondering. I don't know save for the fact that it is a gas stove. I HATE gas stoves. And no, it's not just that the pilot light went out, tried that. My mom said I should call someone about it, good thing it was almost 9:30, so not

I'm watching the Food Network as I am often wont to do seeing as I'm all about the cooking, but I have it on mute as I am listening to music. Weird, I know. Anyway, in its silence the Food Network has been showing me all sorts of interesting things. One not so interesting thing though is egg salad in bulk. Bleh. Egg salad makes me want to hurl anyway, the thought of it, the smell, the look, the texture, all oozing spewy badness. But en masse it serves to exponentially multiply this regurgitating reflex. Ay, a little alliteration for ya there at 1 am. Not every blogger will do that for you. I know it's been too long since I've blogged when the blogger.com site is no longer listed in my history & I have to actually type the entire thing out. Travesty. Though, I will at this time take a moment to warn you of a possible blogging hiatus. On Friday I will be leaving for my sister's house in Houston for the holidays. I will be spending time with my nieces and the ad

Best Year Ever was so funny & wins the prize for the best year in review show I've seen. Not only did it try to encompass the whole year unlike other less cool year in review shows, but it also reminded me of one of the greatest joys of this year . . . Sponge Monkeys! You know, those creepy yet amusing creatures in the Quizno's commercials last spring. Good times. Sponge Monkeys came from here: http://www.rathergood.com/moon_song . The moon is very useful everyone. Quizno's I beseech you, bring back the Sponge Monkeys, please. (I feel it useful to make this plea because in the remotest chance that anyone in power at the Quizno's dynasty, which is way cooler than Subway or any other sandwich vending chain, happens across this blog perhaps they will say to themselves, yes we should bring back those disturbingly lovable characters. My blog would then serve a higher purpose, that would be so great.) So I have been working on this side project/job thing which is mai

Is it bad that I haven't really written a real post all week & have just been directing you to read things that my brother wrote? Well, in keeping with this slackery form of blogging, you should read this http://aziner.blogspot.com/2004/12/to-raj-with-love.html#comments That was Raj's comment in response to the To Raj With Love post & I fear that many of you probably did not see it which would be quite a shame as it is quite amusing. Those of you who have become accustomed to reading Raj's blog thanks to my generous advertising will already know that this morning (Thursday) my new niece was born. Her name is Jadyn Ashlea Routhier. Yes, it has not escaped my attention that her initials are JAR. Anyone choosing to make fun of her or my sister & brother-in-law for choosing this will of course meet wrath the likes of which you cannot possibly imagine. You will note that her initial's are also Raj's name backwards. Here is some other interesting inform

http://fishtones.blogspot.com/2004/12/many-thanks.html Thank you to all of you who have been praying. Please continue to do so, it would be much appreciated.

For now you shall find no sarcasm here. Please read this: http://fishtones.blogspot.com/2004/12/one-thing-i-ask.html , and pray. I consider Tommy and his wife Jen to be dear friends. They are fun and funny and have the most giving spirits. They have been part of my life since I was little. I was at their wedding, and have had the fortune to babysit their 3 lovely young children on so many occasions. And Tommy's parents were the wonderful people who let me stay with them for 2 months when I first moved out to Los Angeles last summer. I care deeply about Tommy and the people his life touches. Tom and Jen are the kind of people with whom you can have a deeply theological discussion and then turn around and talk about the Simpsons or Tommy Boy. They have a wonderful sense of humor. They have been married for 15+ years and are as in love with each other now as ever. You can see it in the way they look at one another and in the little gestures they make. I have always sai

So I was recently berated by my older younger brother (Raj) through his blog for my great oversight in having not mentioned the address for his blog. I would however like to point out that my reference to his blog was after he had posted a comment here, and as all smart blog readers know, by clicking on the name of a commenter you can reach their blog. So while I did not post the address myself, it was already here and I was kind enough to direct people there. But just to alleviate any fellow middle child aggression toward me, we are 2 & 3 of 4 if that makes any sense. Here is Raj's blog: http://fishtones.blogspot.com . You can read his scathing remarks about me there in his post titled "no need for intervention." Don't worry, you likely won't have to look for this post as it is sure to be the most recent post for at least 12 days. Ha. I kid. And just to show that he is not in fact a better sibling than I, I bring you To Raj With Love, an entire blog devoted t

I regret to inform you that the esteemed order of non-practicing ninjas to which I belong has informed me that my membership will be revoked should I post a picture here, and by that they mean they'll kill me, so you can see the predicament I find myself in. I hate to disappoint, but my life is a little more important to me than my viewership. Okay, don't worry I'm not a member of some crazy organization that would kill me, it'll be okay. I just don't have the picture that I thought I did on my computer, so as you can see or not see I can't post it. I will however tell you the short version of the story. One night a bunch of us girls decided to dress all in black, cover our faces like ninjas and run all around campus. It was a rockin' good time & some guys tried to catch us. We suffered one casualty on our first run. On subsequent runs we came up with missions for new members to accomplish as we slinked around campus virtually undetected. We were met by

So since it is often quite chilly in my house and as I have this down throw that is quite festive I thought I'd put it on my bed. Unfortunately since it is filled with down there are now little tiny white feathers adorning just about everything including but not limited to my computer screen, the other throw on my bed, and of course my pajama pants which I just noticed. How fun. So Nicole blogs on myspace and since I'm all about the blog commenting, I joined myspace to comment on her blog. You can read her blog here: http://profiles.myspace.com/users/10113071 . You will be at times amazed by how similar our blog entries are. That's b/c we do a lot of crap together, i.e. participate in the "let's get a life" program. Anyway, seeing as I joined myspace I thought I'd at least edit my profile & direct people who stumble across that space to come here. Unfortunately, the site was being all craptacular and nothing was working, but should you wish to check

"I mailed out all my drawings, feeling so free, but the day was cold and rainy. The high winds made it seem like a monsoon. But then in the middle of the day, the wind blew all the clouds from the sky, breaking them up suddenly and revealing a blazing bright sun that reflected off all the dark wet things in the earth and on the road. The sun went out later in a red-orange glow, and the moon rose shining bright and proud amid a train of silvery clouds, all under diamond stars. It was the most beautiful day I've seen in seven months. And not that all that time had been 'unbeautiful' either. It's just that yesterday surpassed them all. I don't know, but it seemed like the end or beginning of a season. Or both." - from a letter Phil sent me Now do you understand?

So again I have been quite the slacker jerk when it comes to posting this week. I have no good excuse, I simply haven't felt like writing. It happens on occasion, but fear not, this week could very likely bring to you an onslaught of witty repartee. Of course my great lack of communication with people who live outside of my house may result in a continuation of less blogging. Seriously, with 1 and a 1/2 exceptions, I haven't received any emails in a week, tear. RV being the full exception and Jared being the half exception, he gets props for writing me, but wow that was the shortest email ever. Anyway, tonight I bring to you the you rock, rock post. It shall be a delightful combination of "To blank with love" and that quote I stole from "I Heart Huckabees." Enjoy. You rock, sweater guy. Sure you're middle-aged and in a bar wearing a mock turtleneck sweater dancing like a complete r'tard, but you also look like you're having a really good time doi

I have been mildly chastised for my blogging slackerishness of late. And so I offer my sincerest apologies to anyone who has suffered any type of boredom from this silly oversight on my part. As you can see from the great lack of commenting I was quite unaware that anyone read my blog that often and as such didn't know the importance of my posting, other than for my own amusement of course. (This shall not be misconstrued as an attempt to garner more comments.) But since this issue has been brought to my attention I will do my best to resume my regular blogging in order to please the audience no matter how small and lurker-y it is. So note to self: don't schedule a 6:30 am flight in order to get home at 10 am, making it possible to go to work in the afternoon. 6:30 flight means getting up at 4, 4 = 2 PST, work until 6 means having been up already for 16 hours, going to bed at 11 = a 21 hour day. In no universe is this a good thing. Also, might I point out that were it not fo