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Starbucks Saturday and a Secret Message from a Secret Admirer

Going home after eating out, I went to Starbucks to get my "after-dinner" drink: Venti Caramel Apple Spice. For those who don't know what "venti" means, that is the large size cup; the medium-sized coffee cup is called "grande", and small is "tall". Three different words for really big sizes, but "tall" is the smallest among all of them o_O Don't ask me why, but I didn't come online to tell you that.

Anyway, I ordered my drink and gave the teller my Starbucks card, and he shakes his head saying "Don't worry about it; it's on the house." o_O

"What?" I asked him, because there were others around me who just bought more expensive coffees no more than three seconds ago.
"It's on the house." He repeats. Living on planet Earth I ask this question whenever I get something for free: Why?
"I don't feel like punching it in." The fellow in the green apron points to the cash register in front of him, and then rests his arms on the computer monitor.
"Umm," I put my card away, "alright, thanks." I walk away, and wait in line for my free drink.

This doesn't happen everyday and it is late night, which for me is 10:30pm. Plus, a venti caramel apple spice drink costs money to make. Finally, what about all the other customers that bought drinks when he felt like punching in the sale? What changed when the next customer asked for a drink? Does this feeling come and go with the times? o_O

How often, as a Christian, do we think about that free gift God gave when His Son left the quiet comforts of heaven to descend to Earth, and die for our sins so His believers can be justified by faith in His sight? Why don't we o_O and question the circumstances and ask what makes us so special? If we are honest, then we know there is nothing we did to warrant such a gift? Nevertheless, by God's grace in His perfect wisdom, salvation is available for us to grasp and take with us, according to the Bible (more accurately, the second chapter in Paul's letter to the Ephesians).

I think it's important to o_O and live with discernment to we can be attuned with what God desires of us. In this way we can ^_^ as we learn to trust Him and follow His ways. It won't be easy, just better.

Now, here is a link to a song for that girl I like because she loves this band, and because I know she's reading this now and thinking o_O while I'm ^_^ about her.

Guess who is running my life?

Twitter. Dailybooth. I think iJustine is running my life. Just a minute...(Yes master, I will don Steelers cloak so saith Mean Joe of Greene and Saint Terry of Bradshaw)...oh, what? What's going on? I blacked out for a second...

Phew, I hope I didn't type anything embarrassing? Wait a second...!

Don't believe me? Well, thanks to the indirect efforts of this lovely lady, I'm on TWITTER and DAILYBOOTH. It will not be long before I return to the dreaded...time stealer!

Who am I kidding? I think I'm in love...(She's Supergirl, doggone it!)

Spring Fever, Busy Summer

This summer will mark my fourth year playing recreational softball, yet unlike previous seasons I'm getting ready for 2011 earlier than usual. My "usual" refers to the week before, when I'm scrambling through the aisles of the local sports store for marked-down, wrong-sized baseball pants. This summer will also be different because I want to play in two leagues: So, by the end of August, I should be exhausted.

On the plus side, I will try to post weekly updates on how me and my team(s) are doing through the year. You can find most of my slo-pitch league stories can be found on my baseball blog page, Hits & Errors; who knows if some really good LIFE stories will make it on THIS blog?

Finally, one of my goals this year is to dress up in proper baseball gear. Last year, I wore authentic ROYALS gear to my games, and even got to play in a shirt for a game (long story)! This year, I bought PIRATES gear to wear to games. Most sports stores in Canada do not sell MLB authentic baseball pants; it is usually generic white or grey without piping, although navy pinstripes pop up every now and then. I recently bought authentic pants online, and I'm waiting for the postman to deliver the goods. They should come in a week; I hope to have a pic of me uploaded wearing the full Pittsburgh Pirates Alternate Home Uniform soon.

One question remains as I write about my upcoming summer: Don't I have a girlfriend? Shouldn't I be blowing my money on a girl, or saving it so I can procure financial stability as I engage with a young woman in a fulfilling, life-altering, long-term relationship? Instead, I'm buying baseball gear like a lonely costume wearing manga enthusiast one week late for the annual anime convention at the downtown convention center. I must be crazy, if not girl crazy, or baseball crazy...? o_O ...!

The Things We Do: I Am a Disgrace to Men (Updated)

I just drove through a blizzard, in which I had I couldn't see out the rear windshield because all the snow on the roof of my car slid down and blocked my vision, to Wal-Mart to get the following items:

• Four boxes of Mike & Ike's
• Two boxes of Pop-Tarts
• Two 4-packs of rechargeable AA-batteries
• One bottle of iced tea
• One bag of frozen raspberries
• One partridge in a pear tree (No, I didn't get that last one. I wanted to see if you were still with us)

Just the first item should serve as an indication my priorities are skewed. Would one really risk his life for the sugar sweet taste of Mike & Ike's, which was the sole reason for the dangerous, night-time excursion?

There are three things in this world that I consider so sweet I would do anything to protect or keep them:

1. A lifetime supply of Mike & Ike's candies
2. Taylor Swift
3. A basketful of adorable, orphaned puppies and kittens with bows tied on the heads of each of them.

No one leaves candy on the train tracks!

It's true: All three are incredibly sweet, and I would brave a blinding snowstorm for the sake of each of them. It's also possible I would run at breakneck speed to save them from a dastardly villain wearing a black cape, coat-hanger moustache, eye monocle, and a top hat as he leaves them on the railroad track as a runaway train barrels down the hill (vivid imagination o_O). What was I talking about? Oh yeah, priorities...

In the real world, however, driving when the roads are in bad shape for the sake of food is narrow-minded, and to compare the sugar sweet goodness of candied jujubes to the sugar sweet goodness of an unnamed country music star with grace, charm, and incredible hair is just as foolish.

I suppose the lesson I learned is to heed the advice of weather forecasters and concerned traffic officials: Stay indoors, and only use the roads for emergency use. If you are on the roads, drive at slow speeds so not to cause accidents on the roadways.

How could anyone put Mike & Ike Candies before Taylor Swift?! o_O

Thinking about the sugary and gooey sweetness of the little pill poppers makes me wish I had some right now. WAIT A MINUTE?! I bought four boxes! This will be a great long weekend.

Happy Family Day everyone...Nom nom nom ^_^

"Bus Stories" and "Megan Fox? Really?"

Meeting people on the bus isn't a really good idea, because just when you get to know the person you realize you missed your stop, and you shimmy past thirty bystanders to get to the door. By then, you are three blocks away from where you wanted to be, and on top of that you forgot the name of the person you just met.

Creepo: A young man, who is about to leave the bus, turns and says out loud to the stinking attractive girl in an adjacent seat how "stinking attractive" she is, before leaving said bus.

The Eglinton Avenue bus is the Adventure bus ^_^

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I met a girl last October at a sports store. She is a really nice person, and LOVES pink. I would tell you her name, but I don't want dozens of friends and weirdos clamoring at the place of business looking for her and forcing the manager to call security. Only last Monday I discovered something that startled me...Megan Fox looks exactly like her! The resemblance is uncanny, and perhaps that is why she thinks I befriended her in the first place. Megan Fox is in big trouble for stealing her look, for it should be patented.

Now I tweet... o_O

Alright, so apparently I tweet now. Well, not really, I mean I don't really know what tweeting is all about, but I am stalking, er, following a couple of puppets and two of the Ezarik sisters (Hi Justine, Hi Jenna).

I'll tweet you later.

Childhood Memories...of Goldeneye

If you grew up in the late 1990s, then Goldeneye for the Nintendo 64 was where it was at ^_^ Cheesy graphics, broken characters, and various weaponry from pre-1996 James Bond films were condensed into one video game cartridge that ESRB rated T for teens!

Good times...good times ^_^