...I disagree with the Food Network stars, salt doesn't really bring out the flavor of food, it just makes it salty.
...I'm uncomfortable with the idea of a man that wears slippers in his house. I feel there is some psychological component that would make you not want to be barefoot in your own home.
...certain people have a power to make plants grow. Two people can water the same plants in the same sunny spot at the same time and the plant will grow for one person and not the other. I am aware that I do not possess this power.
...I can never make a sandwich the same way, or have it taste the same way as when my Mom makes it for me.
Saturday, August 22, 2009
Friday, August 21, 2009
Kandid Fact #1
Did you know...
...that if a set of identical twins marries another set of identical twins, their offspring are biologically brothers and sisters to each other?
Not just first cousins...
A bizarre concept that just doesn't seem right to me.
...that if a set of identical twins marries another set of identical twins, their offspring are biologically brothers and sisters to each other?
Not just first cousins...
A bizarre concept that just doesn't seem right to me.
Ode to America's Favorite Playground
Truth be told
I do not lie
I stuck that needle
In my eye
I danced that dance
Of night's regret
I waged them all
I placed those bets
And through and through
It comes about
The fear I really
Could do without
That moment when
The odds turn
That moment when
My heart mourns
I keep ahead
Through the dread
Unwilling to sleep
In that bed
The one I made
The one I fight
The one I steer clear
When fate hails its might
I take it down
I up my ante
Knowing full well
What's stacked against me
A vicious cycle
I partake in
The highest high
When not forsaken.
I do not lie
I stuck that needle
In my eye
I danced that dance
Of night's regret
I waged them all
I placed those bets
And through and through
It comes about
The fear I really
Could do without
That moment when
The odds turn
That moment when
My heart mourns
I keep ahead
Through the dread
Unwilling to sleep
In that bed
The one I made
The one I fight
The one I steer clear
When fate hails its might
I take it down
I up my ante
Knowing full well
What's stacked against me
A vicious cycle
I partake in
The highest high
When not forsaken.
Cancun Cannibal
My love of the odd story and strong stomach for graphic imagery led my colleague to share this jewel. I hungrily took in this true tale with mad joy in my eyes. "Tell Me!!!" She did...and now, I share it with you:
This story takes an incredulous turn. And it's not what you think...
So a group of girls in their twenties take a trip to Cancun. The popular, and sad tale of caution, led them to all take a "Natalie Halloway" pact. They vowed to never leave each other on the trip. No matter how hot the guy was, how much fun they were having, or how they drunkenly swore that they were okay.
Okay...it's the second to last night. One of the girls in the group meets "the greatest" guy. Really, really good-looking. So sweet. So charming. So into her. And she was into him...He was smitten with her. Told her how beautiful she was...kissing, hugging, dancing, drinking...He was all over her. And she all over him. Finally, at the end of the beautiful night...
"Please," he said. "Let me take you to dinner tomorrow night. "
"No, I can't - my friends and I don't leave each other," she explained.
"But you're so incredible, so beautiful. I am so into you
and I need to see you again," he pleaded.
"I really can't. I would love to though...why don't we exchange numbers and I'll tell you
where me and my friends are tomorrow night and we'll meet up at the bar?"
They exchanged numbers. They met up the next night. Again, another evening of bliss...All over each other. He hung out with her friends. Taking pictures, kissing, drinking, dancing, laughing...a fun night. A night that stays with you as a sweet memory of youth.
It was the last night.
She never left her friends.
They said their goodbyes and maybe-we'll-see-each-other-agains...
She gets up the next morning and notices a rash on her face, neck, and chest. It's disconcerting to her. However, they had to get on the plane to get home. They get on the plane. Fall asleep. Arrive back to reality after a wonderful vacation.
The girl's mother sees her and is immediately concerned about the rash. She was worried that she caught a bug, drank the water, ate something bad, had an allergic reaction...every fear of what it could be, especially since her daughter was out of the country. She understandably freaks out and insists on bringing her daughter to the hospital.
They go to the hospital. They run tests and give her some topical treatment for the rash. They tell her that it is going to take a while for the lab tests to come back and there is no sense in keeping her there. Tell her they have medically treated her best they can and will contact her once the lab results come in.
Twenty-four hours later the hospital calls the girl's house. They tell them to go to the hospital immediately. The mother, frantic, demands to know what is happening. They tell her that they will not discuss it over the phone and they should get to the hospital at once.
They race to get to the hospital. Worried, crazed, and in panic mode.
They bring the girl into a glass, quaratined room.
In the glass room are men in suits, the FBI and doctors with long white coats.
They ask her what seems to be a million questions about where she's been, carefully documenting everything she says.
They ask her if she met anyone while she was on her trip. "Yes," she tells them. "I didn't sleep with anyone though, I swear!" she exclaims looking at her mother.
They ask the girl for the guy's contact information after she told them that, yes, they did exchange phone numbers.
Within a short period of time, phone calls were made. Mexican officials knocked on the door of the guy's home in Cancun and searched his living quarters. What was discovered confirmed what the lab results conveyed...this great guy was apparently a cannibal.
It turns out that the rash was an allergic reaction to the bacteria of decomposing human flesh (!).
It was on her face, neck and chest - all the places the guy kissed her.
He didn't want to take her for dinner...he wanted her as the entree.
This story takes an incredulous turn. And it's not what you think...
So a group of girls in their twenties take a trip to Cancun. The popular, and sad tale of caution, led them to all take a "Natalie Halloway" pact. They vowed to never leave each other on the trip. No matter how hot the guy was, how much fun they were having, or how they drunkenly swore that they were okay.
Okay...it's the second to last night. One of the girls in the group meets "the greatest" guy. Really, really good-looking. So sweet. So charming. So into her. And she was into him...He was smitten with her. Told her how beautiful she was...kissing, hugging, dancing, drinking...He was all over her. And she all over him. Finally, at the end of the beautiful night...
"Please," he said. "Let me take you to dinner tomorrow night. "
"No, I can't - my friends and I don't leave each other," she explained.
"But you're so incredible, so beautiful. I am so into you
and I need to see you again," he pleaded.
"I really can't. I would love to though...why don't we exchange numbers and I'll tell you
where me and my friends are tomorrow night and we'll meet up at the bar?"
They exchanged numbers. They met up the next night. Again, another evening of bliss...All over each other. He hung out with her friends. Taking pictures, kissing, drinking, dancing, laughing...a fun night. A night that stays with you as a sweet memory of youth.
It was the last night.
She never left her friends.
They said their goodbyes and maybe-we'll-see-each-other-agains...
She gets up the next morning and notices a rash on her face, neck, and chest. It's disconcerting to her. However, they had to get on the plane to get home. They get on the plane. Fall asleep. Arrive back to reality after a wonderful vacation.
The girl's mother sees her and is immediately concerned about the rash. She was worried that she caught a bug, drank the water, ate something bad, had an allergic reaction...every fear of what it could be, especially since her daughter was out of the country. She understandably freaks out and insists on bringing her daughter to the hospital.
They go to the hospital. They run tests and give her some topical treatment for the rash. They tell her that it is going to take a while for the lab tests to come back and there is no sense in keeping her there. Tell her they have medically treated her best they can and will contact her once the lab results come in.
Twenty-four hours later the hospital calls the girl's house. They tell them to go to the hospital immediately. The mother, frantic, demands to know what is happening. They tell her that they will not discuss it over the phone and they should get to the hospital at once.
They race to get to the hospital. Worried, crazed, and in panic mode.
They bring the girl into a glass, quaratined room.
In the glass room are men in suits, the FBI and doctors with long white coats.
They ask her what seems to be a million questions about where she's been, carefully documenting everything she says.
They ask her if she met anyone while she was on her trip. "Yes," she tells them. "I didn't sleep with anyone though, I swear!" she exclaims looking at her mother.
They ask the girl for the guy's contact information after she told them that, yes, they did exchange phone numbers.
Within a short period of time, phone calls were made. Mexican officials knocked on the door of the guy's home in Cancun and searched his living quarters. What was discovered confirmed what the lab results conveyed...this great guy was apparently a cannibal.
It turns out that the rash was an allergic reaction to the bacteria of decomposing human flesh (!).
It was on her face, neck and chest - all the places the guy kissed her.
He didn't want to take her for dinner...he wanted her as the entree.
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