Mr. Prickle's Pig

Once there was a man named Mr. Prickle. He had a pig named Fren. Fren was shy but she wasn’t shy to Mr. Prickle. When Mr. Prickle goes to sleep Fren gets into big trouble. When Mr. Prickle gets up he sees mud in the house. The next day he saw six pigs in his house. That was too many for him. So he sold all of them and everybody took one. So that was the end of Mr. Prickle.

The End.

Written by Nicholas P. 2/24/07

The week's almost over

Why is Facebook so addictive? My charges can't seem to stay off of it. They've blocked it (along with MySpace)in the computer lab in the building.

Update on Operation Get Fine: Starting weight - 231 lbs; 2/22 weight 220.5. I was stuck on 223 for a couple of weeks. Hopefully I'll exert some willpower tomorrow after services.

Wouldn't it be nice if you could lose all of the fat in ONE specific area? (Yes stomach, I'm looking at YOU.)

AI

I'm sure I'm in the minority, but I hate American Idol.

Good Eats

I've actually enjoyed cooking breakfast and dinner the past few months. The smell of cooking food makes the M.R.S. sick, and it looks like that's going to be the case for until Nyla arrives. Tonight we're having T-Bone steaks with sauteed mushrooms, baked potatoes with broccoli & cheddar cheese for the M.R.S. and Nick, and a salad: romaine lettuce tossed in balsamic vinaigrette, diced cucumbers, diced apples, craisins, and slivered almonds. Yummmm... I'm not a great cook, but we get by. The M.R.S. can burn though. I try to fix something nice when the Sabbath rolls around. When I'm done with school I'd like to take some culinary courses.

I sometimes sneak off to the library at Southern Wesleyan U, my alma mater, in order to get some studying done. Whilst I was looking for something to distract myself with I came across a magazine called "Creation", which appeared to be affiliated with Answers in Genesis. There were some very interesting longer articles, though many of the shorter ones came across as "Ha! Take that, evolutionists!" It was quite refreshing reading articles from a creationist worldview, though I think they come up with some faulty conclusions based on their understanding of Scripture (for example, the age of the earth being 6,000 years and the dinosaurs were still alive at the time of Noah's flood). I tried to check a few of them out, but SWU's library doesn't allow you to check out periodicals. I'll definitely go back and read a few more.

The potatoes are calling. Join us!

PS: Anderson peeps: I ran into someone today who used to attend church with us in the 'A'. He was as stunned to see me as I was to see him. He's supposed to call me so we can get talk sometime. Nick was happy to hear that I ran into him, although I don't think he's watched "Ants" in quite some time.

Huh?

What American accent do you have? Your Result: The Midland   "You have a Midland accent" is just another way of saying "you don't have an accent." You probably are from the Midland (Pennsylvania, southern Ohio, southern Indiana, southern Illinois, and Missouri) but then for all we know you could be from Florida or Charleston or one of those big southern cities like Atlanta or Dallas. You have a good voice for TV and radio.
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A REAL day of rest

Yesterday was good. Desiree came home from CA, as did Ashley & Joe from Ohio. I got to get in some Ohio State-Florida jabs at poor Joe's expense, but he took 'em with a smile. I must dig a little deeper next time. Nick was excited about seeing Ray-ray (I couldn't resist) and Ash, though he pretended to be shy most of the day around them. Yesterday was a particularly relaxing Sabbath because I was Noah-less. It took a while to get used to not having to scan the room every thirty seconds to see what he was destroying getting into. People kept trying to make a correlation between the fact that I arrived earlier than usual and the fact that the M.R.S. wasn't with me. Hmmm.... (In case you're reading this honey, I defended you. Repeatedly. That's my story and I'm sticking to it!) Mr. & Mrs. Ames came down yesterday, and he gave a sermon on 7 commitments to make as we examine ourselves, a good pre-Passover sermon. We had visitors from TN and GA as well, giving us a pretty full house. The eldest Burdette girl and hubby even dropped by after services for a spell. Miss Expansion Joints looks so cute pregnant. Nick took a bunch of pictures, but they're on the computer at home; I may splice some of them into this post later.

There were a couple of interesting announcements made yesterday. The first was that our area pastor is no longer our area pastor. He's been given some churches in MS to pastor, so we're no longer going to be in his circuit. I don't know if that means we're going to fall under the HQ umbrella, but it might. The second announcement was the establishment of "Living University", an online set of courses that will initially offer three courses in the fall. Hopefully this will be a successful venture; I know I'm excited at this opportunity to learn more about various doctrinal/theological points.

We potlucked afterwards, and all was well until I spotted the blueberry pie. I tried to resist, but to no avail. Of course once I bit into a slice the floodgates were opened, and I found myself eating all sorts of goodies. I finished off the night by devouring most of a box of cereal as a late-night snack. It was sabotage, I say!!! I was unable (unwilling?) to get back on the wagon today, as I just finished off a box of lemon-glazed shortbread cookies (only 1200 calories!). Those Girl Scouts must have sensed my weakness as I walked past them with the intent of only buying a diet drink. Ah, the incongruity of seeing the 1.5 liter diet Lipton green tea juxtaposed with the empty box of cookies. I hang my head in shame at the memory. *sigh*

Oh welll, study hall is almost over so I guess I'll wrap this up. G'nite.

And that's all I have to say about that.

Sugar alcohols, while tast(e)y,are the devil.

What I had meant to say was...

Tim Hardaway is in a bit of hot water. The former Golden State Warrior and Miami Heat point guard was on a Miami radio station yesterday when he was asked about John Amaechi, the former NBA player who just came out of the closet and just penned a book. Hardaway said, among other things, that he “hates gay people”. Well, Mr. Hardaway is now the new poster boy for homophobes, bigots, idiots, and cavemen. Scanning the blogosphere and checking out the talking heads on the tube, poor Timmy is being eviscerated. I wonder if he’ll be going to rehab like Isaiah Washington, the “Grey’s Anatomy” co-star who uttered gay epithets against one of his fellow actors. I didn’t know there was a rehab for such things. Speaking of which, are Mel Gibson & Lindsay Lohan out yet?

I wonder what the fallout would be if the media were to stick a mic in front of Mr. Meredith or one of the other COG leaders and ask for their opinions on homosexuality. That just might put us on the radar screen, although I’m pretty sure no one would say that they “hate” anybody. Nowadays, disapproving of ay behavior is increasingly equated with hatred of the perpetrators. Yep, I think that would do it.

Quick update

I passed my written exams; now it's on to the grant proposal. Thanks for all the encouragement and prayers, friends and fam. The M.R.S. is sick, so I've been in the role of Mr. Mom since Monday. Nick had to miss school Monday and Tuesday as well, but he's much better today. We rented Superman, Superman Returns, Pirates of the Carribbean II, and XMen III and vegged out. I bought some popsicles as well, and he and Noah have been devouring those. oh, I'm an uncle again! My brother and his wife had little Nataleigh yesterday. We were originally going to try and drive down and come right back, but the illnesses killed that idea. I guess we'll see her sometime in the next month.

I hear Anna Nicole Smith died. I wonder if I can find any coverage of that on the news...

Daddy sang bass...

...Mama sang tenor... Is it 'mama' or 'momma'?

Three questions down, one to go. Any bioinformaticists out there wanna help me with the next one? I'm clueless about algorithms.

Oh yeah, I need an idea for a grant proposal as well. And help writing it up. And defending it.

I think I'm gonna go home and fry some croakers. The M.R.S.'s sensitive nose is in class now, so I can stink up the kitchen.

Oh Canada

An interesting article found on World Net Daily's website promoting the loss of tax-exempt status for churches that fail to Canadian "Charter Values". Most of the vitriol is directed towards the Roman Catholic Church, but it's easy to see how the Church of God could eventually become a target.

Not gonna happen...

I received my 2nd question today around lunchtime. I have 24 hours to finish. It is now 4:45 pm and I’m nowhere near being done. Something tells me my prof’s not gonna get this one back until tomorrow night sometime. Late.

An old college classmate wants me to talk to her biology (I assume) class this month. Whoa. I think I can fool the teenagers into believing I know what I'm doing. For one period, anyway.

Snow Day

Well, I finished the first set of questions. One set down, three to go. I didn't answer them as well as I would have liked, but hopefully I passed them. I know I'll be seeing them again when I have my orals. I have had such a hard time staying awake and focused lately. I'm haven't been narcoleptic, but incredibly drowsy. And then at 2 a.m. I'm wide awake. Go figure. I crashed this afternoon after emailing my answers back to the prof. Nothing like a nice 3 hour power nap snuggled up beside the boys and the M.R.S. We were able to do that because...

It snowed today! We appear to have missed much of the sleet/frozen rain that was predicted, but then again, I was asleep and now it's dark. Maybe outside my door is a landscape of ice and snow a la Narnia. Anyway, when I woke up from my nap this morning around 6:30, this is what I saw...



I woke Nick up because he's been wanting it to snow since December. Needless to say he was quite thrilled. Then the realization that school was cancelled hit him and a huge Cheshire-catlike grin filled his face... Around 5:15 Noah comes bouncing down the stairs. Nick grabs the camera, I pick Nick up and place him in the window and...





The boys break their necks trying to get dressed and rush outside to get their obligatory play in! Since I can't leave them unattended (thanks predators!) I stop working on my exam to supervise them for a while. I guess I can't complain - seeing their joy made it all worthwhile.




Afterwards, I returned to my test, and the boys warmed up with some hot chocolate topped with whipped cream.




And then the M.R.S. woke up. You missed out homie!