Underdog?

http://www.cnn.com/2008/POLITICS/10/19/campaign.wrap/index.html

John McCain says:

“I love being the underdog. You know, every time that I’ve gotten ahead, somehow I’ve messed it up,” the Republican candidate said.

Wow… well at least he admits to messing up, unlike our current Republican leader.  But wasn’t he the clear leader a few months back?  I was thinking Obama didn’t stand a chance, now it’s the other way around.  Hmmm….

When criminals in this world appear,
And break the laws that they should fear,
And frighten all who see or hear,
The cry goes up both far and near for
Underdog! Underdog! Underdog! Underdog!
Speed of lightning! Roar of thunder!
Fighting all who rob or plunder!
Underdog! Underdog!

For A Good Time Call…

I have received 6 calls:

Oct 16, 7:51pm, Oct 15, 4:41pm, Oct 14, 6:18pm, Oct 13, 4:41pm, Oct 10, 4:33pm, Oct 8, 5:14pm

from this number:

213-487-9500

in the last week.  I have not picked up.  It’s from a campaign fund-raising organization (I know, cuz I called them back and got a recording).

Crazy!

UPDATE: I was called EVERY day this last week as well. Amazing! Can’t wait for Nov. 4th.

Henry… Meet Edward

Just got done watching “My Own Worst Enemy“.  I liked it.  It dares to ask the question… if your alter-ego sleeps with your wife, is it cheating?  I really like Alfre Woodard (does she ever have a bad role?).  Mike O’Malley’s character (Tom/Ray) will take a while to get used to.  I still see him as the bum from “Yes Dear!”.  Christian Slater is good.  I always thought he should have been a bigger star than he was… but of course he had numerous run-ins with the law that curtailed his career (next up… Keifer…).  Check it out.  It’s one of the better shows I’ve seen yet this season (the jury is still out on Fringe).

Carrot Socks

The other day while eating dinner I was mentioning that I really didn’t like raw carrots (I do love steamed carrots). It brought back a childhood memory. My parents struggled and struggled to get me to eat healthy (or eat at all). I would spend many late nights at the kitchen table until I finished my food. One particular trick I learned was that carrot sticks fit very nicely down a pair of tube socks. I’d casually lift my leg to itch an imaginary scratch and in the carrot stick would go. Then when my Mom saw that I had finished dinner, I’d run outside to play, and there chuck my carrot sticks into the wild where some lucky rabbit would enjoy my leftovers.

Do you have a crazy food disposal story?  If so, leave a comment…