Gathering Myself and One Sick Egg

I think I have successfully put all my brains cells back in my head today. The Blue Like Jazz book really did a number on me. So guess what I did today? Yes, that's right... bought the next one. It's called "Searching for God Knows What".

I was also very pleasantly surprised to see my California Pastor's book for sale in Christian Publications! I was so surprised to see it for sale! Woo-haa! Go Pastor Bill!! 10 points if you can find all the pictures of me on that website... although I still can't find one that everyone says is on there, so I don't even get the points that I am dishing out.

Anyway, that was random.

And to take this even one step further, how about a disgusting random egg story of my dinner last night?

One of my favorite things on this earth is breakfast. I love breakfast. I would be happy if I ate breakfast for lunch and dinner too, but I have this strange fear that I'll end up getting sick and all my teeth falling out because I am not getting the right nutrition. Eggs and potatoes can only go so far, I suppose.

Last night I decided that I would make breakfast for dinner. Nobody was home, so I whipped out the frying pan and got to work. Made the hash-browns perfect and then proceeded to crack the eggs. Or sound I say, "I proceeded to vomit directly into the frying pan as the egg I cracked in there was covered in blood."

Yes, folks... I got the urban legend egg. If I was thinking I would have taken a picture of it for you all, but let's just thank the Lord that all I could do was stand there in shock and horror and try to figure out a game plan to save my precious breakfast-dinner.

The game plan consisted of cooking the egg... sort of... until I was able to scoop that evil thing away into the garbage.

Everything worked out rather well after that.

Anywho... I don't really know where to take this entry after telling that story. It's kind of a classic conversation stopper, if you ask me. "So, who had bloody eggs today?"

And just for fun, here's a picture I took of myself yesterday. I was sending Trisha a photo documentation of a certain realm of emotions I went through after reading one of her e-mails and this was one of them. I think I burned my retinal walls a bit though. It took me about 900 tries to get three good emotion face pictures. All in a dark basement with a digital camera that has a flash on steriods.

And yes, Aaron, I tried your secret picture posting code and it didn't work. Sorrows.

Here's the grand pic, anyway...