How about saturday? I have off both jobs saturday.

Ooh! Ooh! I have a dvd player! And I have an abode! I even have a commode! What a perfect setup! :) And then, when we're done watching and analyzing Satan's favorite TV show (just kidding, Jon), we can watch My Big Fat Greek Wedding b/c there are way too many people who have not seen it! Ok, so when should we do this?

So when's this Simpson's Party, huh? And where? I said I'd provide the food, but I never promised to provide a location. We can't really do it at my house. But if someone with a DVD player wants to volunteer their abode for an hour and a half or so, I'll bring some pizzas or something, and The Simpsons. We'll have ourselves some good old-fashioned postmodern deconstructing the metanarrative of The Simpsons. Sounds like fun.

I want to build a jig-saw puzzle containing 42,000 pieces, and when it's finished it reads "Go Outside".

I don't just want Jonathan's food. I seriously disagree that the Simpsons have any moral value. Yes I have watched the Simpsons and yes I laughed at it, but moral value? come on now.

Smurf attack!!!! ::pokes Jesse and runs::

So glad to know you all have gotten over your grief over not seeing me online all day every day and find time to crawl away from the dark corner in which you weep to post on here. Karaoke.... haven't done it. don't wanna. Oh yeah, simpsons suck, they're so... satanic and stuff. Time to eat jon out of house and home :-D .

"the cajun chicken pasta stuff was bangin" - Ruthie

For some reason the thought of Ruthie using the word "bangin" seems really really odd to me

christian karaoke cds? eh, karaoke.... such sadness i feel in my heart about that.

ooooh, Jon i don't like the simpsons *cough cough* can i eat your food and watch you tv too! :)

"I think that I would challenge anyone who disapproves of the morals or theology or values of The Simpsons to get together with me sometime to watch them. I'll even give you food." (-Jon)

You're on, dude.

Gee...thanks. FYI, I'm not bored, just longing to bless you by sharing little pieces of me. :)

i hate it when people drive on our sidewalk outside my villa, it makes me feel like i line on the freeway.

I think Amanda is having way to much fun with this blog, either that or she's really really bored.

Rejected fairy tale lines: Sleeping beauty finally awakes after 100 years, looks up at the handsome prince and says "Wow, that nightquill stuff is GREAT!"

The verdict is out: I'm officially trendy, or so says Jesse. I started a blog. Anyone wanna join? Email me and I send you an invite. Here's another invite for you young adults: Friday @ 7. My house. Be there or be.....not there. (But being there is definitely the better of the two choices!) Bring games, your friends, and yourself. Oh, and my house is pretty munchiless, so you may want to bring some of those, too. Ladies may stay overnight if you'd like, but prepare to sleep on the floor or couches (the guestroom bed is reserved for a very special guest!).

"Amanda is the Yentil of the group."
It's so funny to read such a thing about one's self. I don't think I would have said it about myself, either, but I suppose it's true? But not because I'm an obsessed setter-upper. It's more because I want my best friend to be loved by a great guy. I just hope I'm not stepping on any toes. Oh, by the way, I think it's Yenta, but I'm not sure.
You know what I love? I love being able to respond to people's blogs. I think it's great! Have you ever noticed that I say, "I love..." a lot!? My friend whom I used to work with directed my attention to that little tidbit of me. At first I thought it was something that I needed to change, that "love" should be a word reserved for the Lord and people. Then I realized that this is just a part of who I am. I tend to be passionate (Becky S. said I'm a drama queen) about much in life. I think that is one of my better qualities. You know, I could just go on and on, but this is not my blog. Maybe I do need to start one afterall. Wouldn't you all read it everyday to get your daily dose of Amanda? Ok.... so maybe no one would read it. That's ok. I still love you. Have a great Memorial Day!
(By the way, when I remember the "sexy beast" line, I still laugh! That night was so much fun! I love hanging out with my friends and my bro, who I am also blessed to call my friend.)

Meanwhile, the stingray sadly wondered why no one would play with him. He got so excited when Jaron jumped over him, thinking that finally someone would be his friend and play games....but the boy had only looked back for a fraction of a moment, then turned and ignored the stingray's very existence. Then, smack in the midst of his despair, in walked the stumbling man in tights! The stingray had realized immediately that this was not the sort of friend he was looking for, even if the man had acknowledged his presence. So he tried as hard as he could to blend in with stains on the garage floor, hoping that the smelly, drunken, babbling man would just forget about him. In the end, he had performed such an amazing camoflauge that the boy left. Poor stingray. Poor, poor stingray. No one to play with. No one to love him. Just a cold garage floor.