A photo a day day

Some days I miss doing a daily photo. Today would have been a great day. For almost a year now, my stomach and throat have been having spasms when I eat bread, meats or if I eat rice too fast. I keep forgetting to see a doctor about it. Well today at work, the problem took an unfortunate turn. Evidently my esophagus has a shrinking problem when it comes to certain foods. Today it shrunk around a piece of chicken and blocked the passage. Nothing went down, including my saliva. I kept vomiting my saliva. So I was rushed to the ER. I first got a medicine to relax my esophagus, but that only lessened the problem. Eventually I got to go to surgery. I was sedated and had a camera shoved down my throat and had the piece of food removed. Then I woke up and was told I was on a 72 hour liquid diet.

And of course all I can think about is how cool a photo a day shot this would have made.

PSA Driving fast

On Monday I was on 780 heading East. Suddenly a car got on the freeway, cut over to my lane and flicked his lights at me. There was a car directly next to me. I sped up. The person next to me sped up. I slowed down (to get behind the guy next to me). The guy behind me turned on his high beams and left them on for the next two miles. His high beams encompassed all mirrors I had. I could not look into my two side mirrors, my two blind spot mirrors nor my rear view mirror without seeing his high beams. At that point I knew not where the car on the side of me was. Was it next to me or far behind me? I just didn't know. So I didn't know if I needed to go faster or slow down to get out of the lane I was in. Eventually it became clear that the car next to me had reduced its speed. The guy behind me turned off his high beams, got over and passed me. As he passed me, he rolled down his window and shoved his middle finger out at me. Then he promptly got off three miles after he had gotten on.

For this Public Service Announcement - I would like to help out this guy and future drivers. If you need to go three miles in a hurry on highway 780 might I suggest the following:

1. Leave Earlier
2. Grow wings and fly there
3. Buy a Helicopter
4. Rent a Dragon
5. Or you could just be patient

One thing I'd like to suggest you don't do is blind the person in front of you. This will only make you be late to whatever activity you were running late for.

I'm not the only one

Last year about this time I wrote that Santa was bad for children. His growing obesity was a cause for concern and that it sat a bad example for our youth. Evidently, I'm not the only one that feels that way. Recently a Australian scientist wrote a satirical piece about Santa's bad image. However, this scientist was much better at writing his piece and therefore has gotten a lot of press. I find two things rather interesting about this. 1. He thought up some things that I didn't. I really like some of his add ins (such as drunk driving Santa). 2. I like how the media has latched on to this and some are questioning our use of Santa as a "hero" to our children.

Recently Target has been running a series of commercials that deal with Santa. My favorite has got to be this one that bad mouths Santa's Elves.

It's no secret that I'm anti Santa (It is so hard gaining the trust of children that it bothers me that I have to lie to children daily this time of the year. I'd rather be honest with kids than lie to them over trivial things like Santa). It is nice to have company who are now getting their digs in on santa as well.

My Master Plan

Okay, so I'm entering for the chance to win this dress. If I win, I will trade it with some lucky girl (probably this one) for pictures of LDS temples east of the Mississippi River. I will do so, so I can add them to the temple blog I help manage. You are welcome to enter too, but please remember that if you get the dress, you should wear it and go take pictures of LDS temple with it.

not vomitingthis time

Today should be marked in the history books. I am what is called a “sympathy vomiter.” When other people are losing their lunch or blowing chunks – I feel it is the responsible thing to barf along with them. And actually – it’s not just people. It could be cats, cartoon characters or little green men (which sucks for them because it gets all over their space helmets). As soon as I see vomit I’m ready to spew. (Thankfully I’ve never had a wife with morning sickness.)

That is, I did until today. Today, while working with a client the client went into his defense mode and vomited all over the unit. Not only did I not get nauseous but also I managed to keep to what I was doing. As he continued to vomit we discussed my trip to Oregon and it totally distracted me from the cocktail of stomach acid and formula splattered at my feet and on my shoes. This is a day for the history books.

Take your bike to work day

I work for the health services department at a county. For some reason - they are always promoting good health. This week has been "Healthy Biking" week. Even though every where else Friday was TYBTWD, my county decided Thursday was going to be Take Your Bike to Work Day. They said in the flier it would make us healthier.

So on Thursday morning I woke up a little earlier than usual. I got ready for work and then I went out to the back yard. The last time I rode my bike was in January. So I dusted it off, grabbed my helmet and left for the day. As soon as I got out to the parking lot near my place, I picked up my bike and placed it in my truck bed. I secured it down and drove to work. Once at work I got the bike out, took it into the therapy unit and locked it in the closet. When the day was over, I unlocked the closet, took it out and moved it back into my truck.

I really feel lied to. I didn't feel a bit healthier. In fact, if any thing, my arms hurt from lugging that thing around on Thursday.

dipping sauce

On Fridays there is a woman that usually brings in donuts. I am on a two week yogurt challenge where I am committed to not buying donuts. This morning I walked into the kitchen looking for donuts, though.

Jan asks, “Aren't you on a 2 week yogurt challenge?”

"Yes, but I need something to dip in the yogurt, don’t I?”

gateway Yogurt

Recently Alyssa has been talking on Facebook about how much fun she is having running. At school last night Amanda talked about the joy she was having now that she was eating right and lost some poundage. A few other friends have also been commenting to me about their new found healthy lifestyle. Then in class last night, right before I learned that female humans are the only female mammals that have orgasms, our teacher talked about the three best ways to reduce stress: sleep, exercise, and good diet. Okay. I get the message. I should be eating better.

So this morning I skipped the donuts and the sugar laced cereal. Instead I bought a yogurt. I took it to work and started shoving it down my throat. Maureen looked at me in shock and Celeste simply said “You know Sean, Yogurt is the gateway drug of eating healthier.”

Great. I’m getting the gateway drug of good eats. What’s next?

Those BYUI Guys

Sometimes I forget about the sense of humor that the BYUI Tech guys have.

This morning I was looking at the BYUI Web Cameras when I noticed the Temple camera was only showing the top 5 feet of the temple which was pretty much the Captain Moroni capstone. I wrote to the IT guys with the following:

Hi:
I was just looking at the camera shots and the temple camera looks like it got moved. Will it be move back at some point or is this the new angle?
Thanks,
Sean

BYUI responded:

Hi Sean,

While it may be appropriate for the Temple to cause us to look towards the Heavens, this was not our desire here. Apparently it got bumped while someone was cleaning the windows. We should have it refocused before the end of the day. Thanks for taking time to write to us. We appreciate the reminders and hearing from our Web cam viewers.

Thanks again,
Bob

the week of terrorists

Each year I feel a need to repost this because every few years it grows.
--

This week has been filled with tragedy. Not just in 2007, but for several years. It amazing how two single events have led to a whole bunch of events.

Adolf Hitler was Born April 20, 1939. Several years later he managed to orchestrate the killing of 6 million Jewish people. (Of note - Hitler was Married on April 29 and died on April 30.) (Hitler's friend Benito Mussolini died on April 28)

This event led to 12 students, 1 teacher and 2 terrorists being killed on April 20, 1999 in Columbine, Colorado as the terrorists celebrated Hitler's birthday.

This tragic event led to a psychotic killer killing 32 people in Virgina.

That alone would be a very bloody week in April. But this week is also sees the anniversary of two other horrific events. Sadly they were on the same day.

On April 19 1993 86 people in Waco, Texas were killed during an exchange with federal agents. Their leader, David Koresh, had a warrant out for his arrest at the beginning of the experience, 51 days prior to the April 19th blood bath.

2 years later, on April 19th 1995, Timothy McVeigh used the Waco Texas events as an excuse to kill 168 people in Oklahoma City, Oklahoma. He then waited 4 days and celebrated his 27th birthday on April 23.

This really is a bad week in history.

**As someone pointed out last year, A lot of people commit suicide over drepression related to taxes. April 15th is Tax Day so this could almost be called the 15 days of bad history making.

Advertising that scent of urine and Cheerios

25. Sometimes I think pee smells like Cheerios. - Time Magazine

About 6 weeks ago, Time published an article where the author shared some of the things he had learned about his friends from their lists of "25 things" on Facebook. The last one was the above fact.
Ever since that day I have been trying to figure out a way to help Cheerios use this in a marketing campaign. Every time I thought of one, I would write it down. I think I finally have the time to combine my lists.

"Cheerios and Urine - same great scent, just one tastes better."

"In considering where to get your scent from, remember that of Cheerios and Urine - only one doesn't require you to dig a whole and squat in the forest."

"Cheerios - same great scent as Urine without the need to hold yourself."

"To achieve that great scent of Urine and Cheerios, use Cheerios. A bowl of cereal takes less effort than a big brother holding your child down or having your child watch a scary movie near bed time. "

"Cheerios and Urine - both can be done at a ballpark to get a great smell, but only one do you have to share with a bunch of icky men in a trough."

"Childhood Cheerios Cereal - Brought to you by EPT. The scent on our sticks will lead to the scent your toddler will be clamoring for."

"Cheerios and Urine - Same great scent both only one bowl away."

Institutionalized rabbits

I've never owned rabbits before. In fact, beyond turtles I've never really had pets. The rabbits I own sort of fell into my lap which is the only reason I own them. You see, I was working on a fence in October when a very pregnant rabbit snuck onto the property and had a litter. The owner of the house didn't want to kill them, but he also couldn't keep them because of his wife's allergy. I told him if he'd help pay for a hutch, I'd take them off his hands. I bought a hutch and a book on raising rabbits and now I'm raising rabbits. However, the book on raising rabbits doesn't talk about the psychology of rabbits and it is in this that I think I might have done some harm.

Because the 4 full size rabbits are currently in one hutch (That will change on the 28th), the kids let the rabbits out each day into a caged area for grazing or eating. On Saturday evening the rabbits were out front and I was in the house washing dishes. Suddenly I see in the back yard a white fluff advancing along. It was Momma Rabbit (or Supper as the kids call her). I called to the other kids to let them know we had escapees. We all rushed out front only to discover one escapee. The boys were all near the opening in the fence, looking at it but not running. I don't think they knew what to do.

Supper has known a life outside the cage, but Breakfast, Lunch, and Dinner know nothing of that life. They have been caged their whole lives. Without trying to do it, I think I institutionalized them. They are now caged animals and would prefer to live that way.

I'm trying to figure out if I can do this to mom or if I should undo this with the boys. I'm not sure which but I find it very interesting that those three boys didn't run.

read there

I already put the link up on my 25 things, but I just want to make sure this get's some notice. There is a funny article from Time on Facebook's 25 things phenomenon. Worth the read.

25 random things

This list has been floating around Facebook for sometime and is now starting to show up on blogs. I tend to avoid list chain mailings, but I’m willing to do this one and then be done. I’ll add this one to the other shorter one I did in 2007. That will be 32 random things about me.

1. I took Tap Dancing for 4 years.
2. I took Piano lessons for 2 years.
3. I haven’t shot a weapon since I was 14 but my favorite weapon that I’ve shot was a German Luger Pistol.
4. I have had 41 roommates/housemates/flat mates not including missionary or family experiences.
5. I’ve had four tumors.
6. I hate flying. If I can’t get there in my truck I don’t see the point in going.
7. I caught a foul ball at a baseball game in Oakland in 2008.
8. I started a wheelchair basketball program at my University in Idaho that is now an official school sport. I also helped design the wheelchairs that are currently used.
9. I have long since thought I would end up as an amputee in this life and state that as the reason I’ve never learned to drive a manual transmission.
10. I often narrate my own life in my head.
11. I am a news junkie and a random trivia seeker.
12. The best birthday gift I ever received from a non-family member was a USA Today Snapshots daily desk calendar. I learned so much that year.
13. I hate grocery shopping.
14. I owned and operated three business – all started accidentally (“Bob and Fred Poetic Association,” “The Garden Club,” and “John and Sean Technical.” The first two were very successful. The third not so much.)
15. My father has taught me most of what I know about irrigation, construction and working.
16. I tend to date girls for either a really long time or a relative short time. I have three ex-girlfriends that I dated for at least 14 months and some two years. I have a plethora of girls I dated for less than a month. I can only think of one girl I dated for more than one month and less than six. We should have gone longer but I broke up with her for stupid reasons.
17. I am allergic to bees, beer, wasps, wine, hornets and morphine.
18. I love going to Laundromats to do my laundry.
19. My favorite song is “Abide with me tis eventide.”
20. I favorite books are “Snowmen at night,” “Charlie’s Monument,” “The Book of Mormon,” and “the five people you meet in heaven.” I have several other books I enjoy, but I can read these four books over and over again.
21. Most of my psych and sociology friends would say that I am best described as a functionalist.
22. I’m horrible at studying effectively.
23. I am not really a competitive person and I don’t usually seek out competition. The only times I’m competitive is when playing wheelchair basketball or when around John.
24. I struggle to make friends. This is due in part to my desire to have structured social activities. I crave structure so much that hanging out playing video games has no appeal to me.
25. I love able-bodied baseball and football. I love wheelchair basketball. I can’t stand to watch the opposite of those.

(Though TIME says this is a waste of time)

An open letter of Apology

Dearest Emily, Brother Hartvigsen, and anyone else that has attempted to teach me grammar:

I'm sorry. I recently discovered that I might be a bit of an embarrassment to you. You see, there is this girl that I like that doesn't have access to the internet for 18 months (Only 10 more to go). So she can't read Teaching Sean online. To help facilitate her ability to be taught about Sean, I print off appropriate posts from Teaching Sean (she doesn't get the poetry or anything majorly about her). When I copy the stuff off of the Internet I put it into Microsoft Word. Here in is where I'm finding the errors of my way. As soon as I click the "paste" button red and green squiggly lines over run my screen. It turns out I can't spell or use correct plurals or tense to save my life.

Please understand, I listened. I learned. I tried my best to retain. I know the basic structure of a diagrammed sentence. I vaguely remember that gerunds exist and that they are cool and annoying. I remember the history of English from that riveting book "Adventures in English." But for some reason - the red lines and green lines show up.

So once again, my apologies. I'm so sorry you have had to and continue to read my very poor English. I hope you are able to suffer through.

Sincerely,

Sean

Killing is okay in marriage

I got a letter from a missionary friend of mine, serving in Ventura, today. She's learning Spanish while in the field (she went out as an English speaking missionary). She shared the following and I just thought it was too funny not to share:

"We have had a lot of miracle happen in this past week. We both have always had companions that have known the language really well. We aren't one of those. So, I am excited to be learning with someone. It was funny because last week we were teaching a lady the 10 commandments. I was thinking we were on the chastity/adultery one. Well we were really on the not killing on. I start going off on how this is something that is for after marriage. It's only between you and your husband. I pretty much said it was OK to kill her husband...and they were having marriage problems. It was corrected quickly and she ended up coming to church that Sunday....hahaha that just goes to show that it was the spirit that taught her and not me. "

People are fat because of Santa

I have decided that Santa is failing society. While others have changed their ways and their mantra, Santa continues to bring down society by being the anti-hero. America’s children are getting increasingly fatter every year and it is the fault of Santa. We need a change.

Santa is contributing to the obesity of children in three ways: Personal fitness, cookie consumption, and toy distribution.

Santa is a fat man. There really is no way to get around that (or him). He is known for his slumbering. He is known for using elf slaves to do all of his work for him while he sits in his plush office looking over the spreadsheet of “naughty and nice.” Santa is even known for making the reindeer do all the flying while he sits in the back snoozing. (It was well known that from 1823 – 1930 there were 8 reindeer. But after one hundred years of a sedentary life style, Santa had to bring in another, albeit deformed, reindeer to pull the sled.) This image of sitting around and doing nothing while others do your work for you is a bad example for our children. If Santa really were of any good he would be working out in the gym, crafting toys, and being active. We would see him playing catch with the elves and promoting weight loss programs in the office. If Lance Armstrong can go from almost dying to winning the Tour de France, then why can’t fat Santa change his ways and become healthy Santa. For the good of our kids, we need a Santa with better personal fitness.

Cookie Monster used to be with Santa. “Me want cookie! Me eat cookie!” was the mantra of Mr. Monster, but Cookie realized the errors of his ways. In 2006 Cookie Monster announced his change in policy. “Cookies are a sometimes food.” He said. Santa needs to follow Mr. Monster’s example and start a PR campaign to try to persuade the children of the world to leave him healthier snacks. If you are ever really bored at work on Christmas Eve and you have time to think about it, just in the SF bay area alone there are 12 million people. Estimating that only 1 out of every 10 homes leaves cookies for Santa that’s 1.2 million cookies just in the Bay Area alone. Additionally, that is assuming that only one cookie is left for Saint Nick. I know some families that leave three, four and up to seven cookies for Santa – all of which are consumed by morning. That’s pushing the number up to six million cookies. And Santa currently says “That’s okay” when he should really be saying “I like cookies from time to time but when pulling an all-night graveyard shift I prefer an Energy Bar or a nice green salad. So if you are going to leave me something, leave something healthy. Ho Ho Ho.” This way he shows the joy in healthy eating and the joys of personal discipline when eating. Since coming out as a veggie lover, Mr. Cookie Monster has not seen any drop in popularity. I believe that Santa will be just as popular tomorrow as he is today if he comes out with a healthier, less cookie, diet agenda.

Santa’s last contribution to a fattening society is a distribution of toys. As I’ve done unofficial surveys of my clients at work – the Santa requested items have nearly all included video games and media driven toys. No one has asked for a stick and a hoop or even a bike. Instead, children have been leaping onto Santa’s lap and been pleading for more and more toys that will leave them on their carpets and couches eating Cheetos and playing guitar solos. And what does Santa do?? He merely asks if they’ve been bad or good and then hands them a candy cane and sends them on their way. Then come Christmas Morning, the children shuffle down to the tree to find the requested items taking up space under the tree. After the shredding of wrapping paper, the consumption of couch potato media ensues. Thank you Santa for giving children no reason to go outside and all the more reason to be anti social and consuming media. How about a change in direction? Mall Santas should start by placing pictures of little boys and girls, having fun being active and socializing, all around the area where the children wait in line. Then, once on his lap, Santa should conduct an interview pertaining to the activity of the child? How much running does the child do? What do they do at recess? Do they know the names of any of the third graders in the class next door? What are the names of the players for the New York Jets on Madden 2009? (if they know more from that latter question than the former question there is a problem). Then Santa should spend a few seconds promoting an active lifestyle with the child. Lastly, instead of asking them the open ended question of “What do you want for Christmas?” Santa should state, “The elves are only making bikes, balls, gloves, and other sporting equipment this year. What athletic item do you want?” Thus Santa will be promoting a life style where the toys distributed help in the battle against childhood obesity and not fighting for childhood obesity.
So to recap – Santa needs to get his fat butt up and active, Santa needs to promote healthy foods, and Santa needs to distribute toys that promote activity and not media consumption.

Underwater Basket Weaving

I am a truest. I think that the lights on Christmas trees should be white because that is how the tradition started. Germans would bring trees in from outside and put candles on them. The little flames glowed in the dark cabins warming the tiny faces eagerly waiting around the Christmas tree, anticipating the arrival of one fat visitor from the north. Therefore, I think all Christmas trees would be white lit and not busting out in color or even fiber optics (it's a tree for crying out loud - not a disco ball.).

I'm a truest in education as well. I was all set to graduate with a degree in Sociology in 2007 when I started to fail two courses. One course was at 8 in the morning and I had a really bad cold for the first two weeks that prevented me from getting to class on time. The other class - I simply didn't like the teacher's style and I bitterly fought against his teaching. I have regretted that, but there is no way to go back and change it. In the end I dropped those two classes and then the others just didn't seem to matter. Because I was still set on graduating in July 2007, I chose a different major.

(I was dead set on July 2007 because I saw the signs and thought it would have been better to have a job prior to Jan 1 2008. It turns out I was right. I have a bunch of friends who graduated in December that have had and lost jobs because they were the last ones hired and then were layed off. I have been blessed to keep my job)

My new major is in underwater basket weaving. And keeping to my truest self, I have found a lot of controversy in my major. There are some that would tell you that the major should evolve with the times. Since we don't all still ride in horse and buggies, we shouldn't keep to the old traditions of the major. For example - Some in my field feel it is okay to use scuba equipment. They put on the gear and sink below the surface and can weave for hours. They produce these beautiful baskets worthy of huge rewards. Even some others have decided that all the water you need for an effective weave is the water to cover the basket. So some of them have gone back to weaving in kiddie pools or hot tubs where there is no holding of the breath needed as the only thing under water is the hands and the baskets. And I think this is disgracing the original form of the artwork.

Just like how too many people rely on photo shop instead of actual photography skills, I think that stepping away from the traditions will mean that we step away from the skill. Which brings me to my point. I am a truest. I think that you should keep to the original process. Get in a swimsuit, grabs some reeds, and go submerge yourself in a lake or a river or an ocean (or a pool if you have none of the before mentioned nearby - though it must be at least an 8 foot deep pool in able guarantee you aren't touching the bottom). If you need to breathe - come to the surface, but otherwise, stay below and weave. Your work may not look as pretty or well woven as those who cheated - but your sense of self and accomplishment will be worth more. Trust me. Whether it is photo a day or lighting a Christmas tree or pursuing a career as an underwater basket weaver - you will feel of more worth if you keep to the traditional ways and keep your skills polished.

(For the record - my official degree is in University Studies.)

Elephant, White or any other color

Some people see my lack of commercialism as a lack of Christmas spirit. It really isn't so. I love Christmas. I love that through Christmas we can have an excuse to be nicer to our neighbor, share a little more joy and enjoy the songs of the season. I love the time we can reflect on a manger, some sheep and some wise men as well. In fact - that really is my focus. I know Christ wasn't born in December (because if he were the shepards wouldn't had been keeping watch over their sheep. They would have slaughtered them and made profit by winter. Spring and summer is more the watching period), but I see the joy in singing the sounds of Christ's birth in cold weather on the door steps of friends and other random listeners.

(I used to go caroling in Rexburg every year and I always went to this one lady's house where we would sing 5 or 6 songs for and she would just weep with Joy. Her husband had been a music teacher at Ricks College and he had brought home his choirs to sing for her as a Christmas gift. When he died, they stopped coming. I was grateful for those two winters when we could.)

Most people don't think I have Christmas spirit, though. My father and I are not exchanging gifts this year (instead I used the money to give myself the Christmas gift of a fixed tooth.) and some people think that's horrible.

So to help fix some of the imagery that I'm anti- Christmas, I decided to participate in the White Elephant gift exchange at the work party. Little did I know what a hard task this was going to be. Do you know how hard it is to find a white Elephant in December? It is by far not an easy task. The rules were it had to be a white Elephant that cost less than $5. That makes it even harder. For example, I found a white Elephant Tea set, but it cost $15. So I couldn't buy that. I even found one for $8, but that was $3 over. Any every where I looked I was coming up empty handed.

Someone suggested I go to Goodwill. I found white Santas, a white pig figurine, a white reindeer figurine and a white buffalo figurine - but sadly there was no white elephants of any kind. One of my friends suggested I go buy a shirt and she could embroider a white Elephant on the shirt for me. Unfortunately, we ran out of time and that didn't materialize.

I gave up shopping for a white elephant and instead took this book from my bookshelf in hopes that no one noticed it wasn't a white Elephant. Boy was I releaved when we started opening gifts. No one had a white elephant. I guess it was just as hard for them to find one as it was for me to find one. But instead of bringing a book, a lot of then brought crap. Someone even brought a home pregnancy test and wrapped that up (which wouldn't have been so funny if one of the 35 women I worked with had unwrapped it, but of the two guys in the room - the other guy got the home pregnancy test. I wonder if the advertisements are correct - I wonder if it is the most signifigant piece of technology he will ever pee on?).

Anyway, I cannot believe how hard it is to find a white elephant for under $5 in the month of December. I've decided that for next year I'm going to buy a gray elephant in October and just paint the darn thing white and call it done. No wonder I'm not a capitalist when it comes to this season - it's so hard finding the right perfect gift.

Menu Change

I am a man of convenience. I work two or three jobs and I go to school. I try to cram as much as I can into the hours I'm awake. Additionally - I'm single and I eat on my own. It is for this reason I eat a lot of fast food. I love getting a Double Double with grilled onions from In N Out or getting a Double Western Bacon Cheeseburger from Carl's Juniors or a Sour Dough Jack from Jack in the Box or 6 piece chicken tender from KFC or even a Double Quarter Pounder with cheese and no pickle from McDonald's.

I'm really picky about my fries. Since living in Idaho, I really only get fries from In N Out because I can sit in drive through and watch them make them. The only other fries I'll eat are from Wendy's fast food place.

That stated, I decided a few days ago I might be eating too much fast food and so I went to Costco and bought some soups, popcorn chicken and soup in bulk.

The reason I did this was because as I was sitting at Burger King on Tuesday for lunch I realized I had no where to put my shake. My one drink tray had an In N Out shake cup and my other cup holder had a Carl's Junior shake cup in it. So before I could take my current order for a milkshake, I had to ask the window people to throw away my other two empty shake cups. I decided maybe that was a sign that my fast food was getting out of control.
--
(unrelated to this post, but I wanted to share this as I've heard three different versions of it today and I love this song)