Hiccups

I have the hiccups. This is the second time this week! I thought I’d do some research to see why we get them...

Most places say, the reason why humans hiccup has baffled scientists for hundreds of years because it does not seem to serve any useful purpose. They are basically sudden contractions of the muscles used for breathing in. Ultrasound scans show that two-month-old babies hiccup in the womb, before any breathing movements appear. That’s cool.

Basically, hiccuping is utterly useless. We did it before we were born and probably will continue to get the hiccups every now and then until we die.

According to Guinness, the longest recorded attack of hiccuping was 69 years and 5 months. Charles Osboune (1894-1991) began hiccuping in 1922 and hiccuped every 1 1/2 second until a morning a February 1990. He died only a year and a bit later on May 1st 1991. And I thought having them for a few minutes was bad! Man, *hiccup* how did this *hiccup* guy work or *hiccup* carry on *hiccup* an intelligent *hiccup* conversation? *hiccup*

Wow, I am such a girl

I have had a myriad of emotions today. Wow, I am such a girl.

First, I find out so many of my most respected friends like pot pie (still a culinary tragedy in my opinion). Wow, Amy, your question has really sparked a debate. I just ask that none of you take out smear ads for or against pot pie--we can agree to disagree! :) (If you invite me to dinner, I just ask that you make something other than pot pie.)

Then I wake up to the uncertainty of the elections...I'm feeling anxious.....THEN we FINALLY have a result. YAY for W!! He won the popular vote by over 3 million, and received more votes than any other president. This news made me very happy and relieved.

So still on the high of election results, feeling good about being an American (humming "at least I know I'm free, and I won't forget the men who died to give that right to me, and I gladly STAND UP..."....you know you're singing along!), I get a phone call confirming that I have lunch with the beautiful and talented Miss Angie Banks. How lucky am I? Even more elated joy.

Angie and I go to Boomerang for a pre-birthday lunch (her birthdya is Monday). We enjoy some warm comfort food and get to share some the deep stuff God is doing in our lives this semester. It's hard, but sweet fellowship. God is good.

Then....(suck in all the air in the room) I see four of the guys from my old job walk into the room. I haven't seen these guys for about three years. I love them--they are as lost as they can be--but we were all good friends at Boise. (Boise was my first "real" job out of college...think Office Space and you'll know where I worked.) Seeing them was fun....but hard. It was just a reminder of my life back then.

I guess seeing them reminded me of the past, of which was the lowest point of my life. Now I am feeling a little affected by seeing these "ghosts" of the past, but also thankful that I am not there anymore. I think it is the fear of going back to that low place is what makes me melancholy. But I know that I'm not that person anymore. God has given me a new, wonderful job, surrounded me with loving friends, and forever forgiven me! I am a lucky, although emotional, girl.

The Pot Pie Question

As you know, www.hollyihaveaquestion.blogspot.com is devoted to the answering of questions posed to me each and every day. Of course, if no one has a question, I get the freedom to write on any topic. But today my wonderful, beautiful roommate's blog, posed a question that hits at the very heart of who I am. I must answer. Let me quote for Amy's question for you:

"Sigh. Holly doesn't like Pot Pie. I think she is morally opposed to it. Let me plunge into the depths of this. Is it just because Holly is such a hard worker and throwing everything together to cook is just a cop out? Is it that nothing has a good texture when smothered in gravy? Texture is quite important to allergy sufferers. Who knows?"

Well, Miss Van Dyck, I know why I do not like pot pie. One-"POT pie" Does that sound good to you--POT pie. Due to my reading audience, I cannot fully disclose what this word makes me think of...but think with me where else we use the word POT in our everyday life. Hmm. Disgusting.

On top of that, is the misuse of the word "pie." Pie makes me think of sweet things.....a warm, sweet, dessert. SO to say "pie" and then it is this mixture of leftover rejects carefully disguised in gravy and crust is just wrong! Some may say IMMORAL. We are to let our "yes" be "yes" and our "no" be "no". When you say there is pie, you should mean real PIE not a runny mixture of brown and green nothingness.

When we add texture (mushiness) and the lack of design and forethought I am close to appalled that this is served to children across American. *Gag*

I am too emotional about this topic. It is too close to me, so I must leave my arguement to that. I hope, dear Amy, this answers your question. Can't we just have enchiladas and all get along?

The first step is admitting you have a problem....

Football and Politics

I had a good weekend. I went to Marlow to see my parents. I slept a lot, watched The Last Samurai (good movie if you ignore the whole false religion stuff), and watched a lot of college football. Wow. What a crazy weekend for football!! Bedlam lived up to all it's hype this year....Man, that was not a fun game to watch. I think it gave me an ulcer. Then I watched another bedlam game--Michigan and Michigan State--Michigan came from behind to throw it into (three) Over Time before winning! Then all three of the Florida teams lost! Then the shock of all....BAYLOR beats Texas A&M! What? I can't wait until next week...things are getting exciting! I love college football. By the way, I found a good article on Josh on ESPN. *Sigh* (I'm so funny.)

In other news, tomorrow is the big day. Go vote. I have a lot of opinion on the elections, but I don't feel like starting any long arguments. God is sovereign and in control. All I can do is go vote for the candidate that most matches my religious beliefs. Here is a cartoon I found that is sadly accurate. Be informed and vote for the man that will most closely represent your beliefs.