Is anyone doing it for the children anymore?

Well, ladies and gentlemen, we've done it. We have achieved victory over that bastard Global Warming.

Don't believe me? Well, just read THIS!!!

Good job, everybody. Especially Steph and myself. I believe we get credit due to the fact that we both drive Honda Civics. And we have a few of those energy-saving bulbs (and here you thought we were just trying to save money - poppycock!)

So if you would like to show your thanks, you may buy us drinks any time.

You're welcome.

In other news, I think that Barack Obama is in fact an idiot.

You can find excerpts from an exchange between him and McCain several places online, but let me go through some of the highlights:

We all know that Obama wants to get the troops out of Iraq ASAP. But he says that after he pulls them out, he would "reserve the right" to act "if Al Qaeda is forming a base in Iraq."

IF.

So McCain, noticing the absurdity, responded, “Is Sen. Obama unaware that Al Qaeda is still present in Iraq, that our forces are successfully fighting them every day...?"

And later, this little gem:

"For Sen. Obama to say he would consider going back militarily if Al Qaeda was in Iraq when Al Qaeda is in Iraq is probably one of the more remarkable statements that have been made on American national security policy."

True that.

Then Obama pretended to have a snappy comeback, but if you actually read what he said, he never addressed or defended his idiotic statement. Go ahead. Look it up.

So for all of you people reading this who support Obama, I have a challenge for you:

TELL ME WHY.

Concrete reasons. Actual stances on issues. Real plans for action and how he will actually carry them out. And I DARE you to do it without using the words "change," "the future," "tomorrow," or "hope for the future of change for tomorrow."

Seriously. Go.

Milestones. Well, half-mile anyway.

So, what does marriage look like after six months? Apparently, something like this:

Spouse A: "I love you."
Spouse B: "What?!?"

Or this:

Spouse A: "But don't worry, I'll be back with a shit load of water. And cleaner teeth."

I'll let you theorize who's who. Kinda fun that way.

So yeah. That's kinda what it's like.

Oh, and brownies.

Yeah, so that's what you single people are missing out on. Needless to say, I highly recommend it.

A meal in a bottle, and they ain't kiddin'.

A couple things that I've done recently:

Seasoned chicken so that it tasted like sausage.

Said to myself, "Touché, memory."

And I feel good about myself.

Oh, and I will be starting a new temp job on Monday in the Perioperative Dept. at University Hospital (not as impressive as it sounds, but still awesome cos it's a job, and not a crappy one). I went in for my pre-screening for that job today. They drew some blood, gave me the first of 2 parts of a TB test, and administered an instant drug test.

The second 2 were quite interesting. To me, anyway. First time I've had to pee in a cup and was not able to produce as much as the lady suggested. But she said it was ok. And it showed the results right on the cup! I love our advanced pee technology!

Then there was the TB test. Now, it's been a long time since I've had one of these. When I was young (holy crap, I'm saying that already - it's like I said: 25 is officially "almost old"), these consisted of poking my arm with a multi-pronged pokey thing (technical term) and if it did anything weird (technical diagnosis), I had TB (I guess - technically).

Sorry. I had a theme going.

Now, those of you who shared my experiences with TB tests would understand my surprise when I sat down and the lady produced NOT a multi-pronged pokey thing, but a serringe. Then, instead of saying, "I'm going to poke you with this and if your skin does anything weird, you have TB," she said, "I'm going to make your arm bubble."

And so she did. She injected something just under my skin so it made a little bubble, like a blister, then taped gauze over it. She then said, "You can take off the gauze in a few minutes. If that's still bubbly on Sunday, call us."

So now you can imagine my slight confusion. Anyway, I was prepared to have myself a cool little bump for a day or so, since they said wait til Sunday. But just as I removed the gauze about 45 min. later to show Steph my cool new TB-revealing arm bubble, it was gone. So I must REALLY not have TB. That rocks.

Then I drank myself a celebratory Samuel Adams Double Bock.

I have never said, "Wow," so many times (in a good way) while drinking a beer.