Flap Jack Jesus

     This weekend I took my family to a breakfast place in North Hollywood called The Griddle. The Griddle makes pancakes that are so delish that you can't stop eating them. You instantly feel a need to tell everyone you know about them.
     Later in the day, I had quite time with God ( I am a christian). I started thinking about the comparison of pancakes to Jesus. I asked myself, "Why is it that when Jesus tells us to yearn after Him and share His good news we clam up, but the second we taste these pancakes our first instinct is to run through the streets proclaiming their greatness?" I took a second and compared Jesus to Pancakes (Just stick with me here). This were it all became clear.
     Pancakes allow us to use all five senses of the human body. You can smell them, touch them, taste them, see them, and hear them squishing around in the syrup on your plate. They are the perfect example of a completely intoxicating worldly experience. You can't smell, touch, taste, see or hear God, at least in the way the world experiences these things. Pancakes appeal to our worldly selves because there is every reason to believe they are there in front of you, with you, and in you.
     So then I asked myself, "why didn't God choose to send Jesus as a pancake? Wouldn't everyone have been instantly entranced with Him?"
     I came to this conclusion. If Jesus was like a flap jack he would require no courage, trust, humbleness, or any other qualities of inner beauty. Jesus was not sent to earth for us to just look at or touch; He came to change us. That is why He is not a pancake.  A pancake would be easy enough to believe in, but would never be able to change our lives. God offers so much more then just sensory overload. Can a pancake heal you, look after you in the hard times, and offer you a purpose in life?  Didn't think so.

Jelly's best friend

So I have a favorite snack and it is called PEANUT-BUTTER. I decided to honor it with a blog post since it plays such a valuable roll in my life.

I looked up on the internet "things to do with peanut-butter" and found some pretty interesting facts. Humans are either really creative or REALLY bored.

- Use it as soap for shaving.

- Lace it with cyanide and feed it to Barney.

- Drop it from a plane over Africa to feed all the starving children.

- Use it to clog electric plugs so your children don't get electrocuted.

- See how much of it you can flush down a toilet.

- Use to hold earphones in place.

And the winner:

-Use as a projectile and throw it at bank tellers who refuse to except it as cash.

I don't often eat butter, but when I do, I eat peanut-butter. Stay nutty my friends.

Oh my turkey!

Pre-Thanksgiving feast rules:

-No eating lunch.

-No wearing tight pants.

-Avoid white shirts.

- Practice your "shake the food down" dance.

- Most importantly, DO NOT PUT A FROZEN TURKEY IN THE FRYER.

Click here to see what I mean. Trust me, it's epic.

Tea for T

My sister has a tea problem. She drinks whole pots of it at a time. It is only two in the afternoon and she is already half way through her second pot! I like tea but it started burning a hole in my stomach so I had to stop. She is beyond even my old habit; she is like a tea zombie. When she doesn't have tea she starts holding her head and saying "tea…tea…tea…".

Grass killer

Today the landscapers are poisoning our grass so that we can have new grass. I think this whole poison thing is sooo not fun or imaginative. Out of all the creative ways to kill grass we use poison? Why not…like… a giant inflatable swimming pool that covers the hole lawn? Dads always get made when stuff covers up patches of lawn. Oh! Or what about a mine field? Every time a cat comes to poop on the lawn, "BAMB!" Patch of grass gone!

Ah ha! I've got it... ARMADILLOS! We could just buy fifty of them and let them live here for a while! Or better yet, goats AND armadillos! It would be a digging munching machine!

Question to self: How do we get rid of the armadillos and goats when the grass is gone?

Self: Lets use poison.

Sissy

My sister has two blogs: one about her and one about me. I just now realized that this seems silly since I have a blog about me. Perhaps it is due to my blogs obnoxious name, but for some reason her blog about me has more posts and more followers. I love irony…I hope thats not the love of ironing things…hmmm. Bad spelling strikes again.

Goo Goo Muck

Tonight my mom, sister and I had another "rock appreciation day". Every once and a while we we get that oh to familiar urge and we remember what rock is all about: ROCKING. We broke the Led out, powered threw some AC/DC (pun pun pun), and head bobbed and booty shook to everything else in between. INXS, Def Leppard, Journey, Pearl Jam, The works! Of course we have small disagreements in musical epic-ness , I dislike the clash and they loathe R.E.M., but over all it was a mini concert in our kitchen. The crowning winner of all time in our house is U2. Seriously, how can any one pick a favorite album or song of theirs? They are all so good!

An essential part of the rock lifestyle was, of course, the mullet. The flowing, puffy, locks of glory were the mark of the true rock star. Bono has a few things to say about this:

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=4H_eKRUOJN0