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Tuesday, February 28, 2006

I thought, just for a minute, that I might die today. Kick the bucket, croak, push up sone daisies, or (as Bone Thugs say) decease.

A slightly well known fact about me is that I am crazily vulnerable to spicy foods. Jalapenos? No sir! The truth of the matter is that I can barely chew Big Red. It's honestly that bad. A doctor told me once that this means that I'm what's known as a "super taster," so apparently I can taste things better and have a better sense of smell than other people.

The tradeoff, though, is this insane weakness to all things spice. Growing up, our taco sauce was ketchup. Rotel scorches my poor little sensitive tongue, and the only peppers I eat are green bell peppers.

So! Today I decided to eat some healthy food, and I was looking at wraps from Tropical Smoothie when I stumble upon this little gem of a food item called the "Carribbean Jerk" wrap. Boy howdy did it ever sound like it was right up my alley. Being unfamiliar with it, I decided to give it a go.

Of course, what nobody told me was that the devil had personally cooked this little burrito of mouth-death himself, and used the extra "Kill Tim" spice.
I bit into this thing, and instantly felt the tingle.
Oh man. I thought. This thing is spicy! I'll eat it quick!
So I wolfed the poor thing down as quickly as I could because heck, whatever it was going to do to me was going to happen now regardless, right?

Not such a smart move as it turns out.

My mouth caught fire. Seriously, it was some of the worst pain I've ever had in my mouth. It was like somebody maced my tongue, and then tazered it. My lips were burning, my eyes were watering, and my nose started running.
I don't know if you guys know how to get spice out of your mouth or not, but I do from years of fear and scaldings. Bread, my friends. Bread is an amazing little animal that soaks up spice like nobody's business, so I went through my office in search of something bready.

Here's the slightly embarrassing part.

All I found were cookies. By now, my mouth is in so much hurtful pain that I think my face will burn off of me and that I can probably start breathing fire any time I want to.

So, I resorted to what any sane person would at a time like this.

I gobbled cookies like a man posessed. I don't know about you, but I find it hard to explain what I'm doing when someone I work with comes into the kitchen and finds me crying while frantically scrubbing my tongue with a Chip's A-Hoy Soft cookie.

She stopped, wide eyed.

I stopped, as wide eyed as I could.
Then...

scrub.

scrub.

Silence. Staring.

scrub...

Yeah, it was pretty awkward for me. Anyways! My mouth got better thanks to those emergency cookies, so all I have to say now is this:

God bless you, Nabisco.

scrub

TimChose [ 3:49 PM ]

Saturday, February 25, 2006

Today was slightly interesting.

Saturday mornings just haven't lost the magical appeal that they had when I was a kid. I slept until 10:30, which was some kind of awesome. If you've read my last blog, you understand. Anyways, after I got up, my friend Amy and I went to go look at pawn shops and antique malls. I like going to those places because you really never know what you're going to find in them. I'd scoped some out the day before, so we were going to stop by and see what was up.

Well... on the way to the first one, I saw a place on the side of the road that seemed to have a lot of second hand furniture. Quick as a flash, I whipped my car into their drive, hoping that they would have maybe a rocking chair or a prayer stool or something. As soon as we got out, though, this old lady comes out of the store and walks over to us.

"Hi, can I help you?" She asks. "We don't have much, we just had a burnout." (a fire.)

"Oh man, that's awful, I'm sorry." I said. "We were just going to look through some of your stuff out here, but if you've had trouble..."

She stopped me and looks at Amy and I and goes "Well, do you know what you want? Most of our customers are regulars."

That seemed kind of weird to me, but I figured she didn't mind selling stuff, and probably needed to because of the fire. "No, that's okay, we'll just look through if that's okay." I said.

"Ok, well come on, then." She replied, and led us around the corner of the building away from the furniture and stuff. Amy and I exchanged odd glances, and the lady took us over to, and I'm not kidding...

A gigantic pile of porn magazines and sex toys.

Seriously.

She started poking through the pile and says "Well, this is what we got out so far, but here are the toys, and that's the movies, so look through what you'd like-"

"Umm, umm. Ma'am?" I said, "I'm really sorry, but I got the wrong impression, I thought that you guys were selling the furniture out front!"

She stared at me for a second and says "You didn't know this was an adult shop, did you?"

I had to laugh, and said "No, ma'am. I'm a youth minister!" So she joined in laughing while Amy stood there and kind of looked mortified.

Anyways. It was probably the most awkward occurance of misunderstanding that I could imagine, so we kind of shuffled away from the gratuitous mountain of dirty.

Yeah, imagine trying to talk about ANYTHING with a Christian friend of the opposite sex alone in a car after that misunderstanding. I think we talked about parrots.

That's how my morning went. The rest of the trip was great, we found a REAL antique mall and I picked up a Frank Sinatra vinyl album, some tools, and a front licence plate that says "Reduce Smog: Ride a Horse."

Anybody? Eh? Eh?

Have a great night America.

TimChose [ 8:50 PM ]

Friday, February 24, 2006

I think that working two jobs is finally taking it's toll on me.

It turns out that working 70 hours a week takes up a lot of your free time.

I figured that out all on my own. No, really!

I've got the Monday through friday 9 to whenever work gets done, and then the youth job which just kicked up a notch. I've added a youth night to my country church because we finally have enough teens to start one. Now, I also work all day Sunday, almost every single Saturday, and Wednesday and Thursday nights.

I'm so happy to have just a few hours to myself Monday, Tuesday, and Friday nights that I just kind of sit for the most part. It's amazing the things you feel like you're making time for when you are on a very short supply of it. Reading, talking to friends, anything. I have, at least, taught myself some more on the guitar.
The main thing, though, is that mah bills are getting paid. Soon them credit cards will be a distant memory, and student loans will have taken their rightful place as my monetary nemesis of choice. I like to focus on a bill to pay it off and get it out of the way. Finance charges. There's something they never told me about in high school.

I actually had a dream about taking a nap. Seriously, I did. Somehow, I was disappointed to wake up and find out that I hadn't been taking a nap. I don't think that makes sense, somehow. It's my own fault, though. I just can't seem to stop doing things lately.

I should be getting a road bike pretty soon so that I can train up for an upcoming mission trip bike ride. I've missed riding a lot, so I'm going to start riding the bike to work every chance I get. I'll just be chasing the American dream of changing my tummy from one big lump into a series of small, hard lumps.

My first step on that part has been to actually shop for food. I know, I know, it sounds revolutionary and very bizarre, but it turns out that you can choose to buy healthy food at the supermarket!

I know! Wierd, right?

Anyways, I'm going to give the whole diet thing a try along with my new fantastically painful workout routine. It's set up into separate phases which I have yet to name any of except for the first. It's called "Whine Like A Sissy: Lactic Acid and You."

Life is freaking rad. I'm feeling better than ever, putting more of myself into my work (Youth, not design) than I have before, focusing on what needs to be done, and working myself to death. I've got close to twenty kids that I get to hang out with all the time, and who are all completely different. The skater kids want me to skate, which so far, I'm awesome at. I can stand on the board and not fall off. Not while it's moving, mind you. That's a big accomplishment for me. The inner city kids are making my dodgeball skills insane, and now my boys claim that I am "From da hood." Apparently it's as easy as just living there.

No, really. They told one of my friends that the other night. She was talking about how she was insulting someone, and Leroy pipes up "Mr. Tim don' know none of your crazy white girl insults! He straight from tha hood!"

First, she stared at him, laughing.
Then, she stared at me.

I went, "Yeah!"

Haaaah! Just a few years have transformed me somehow into a graphic-designing, almost-skateboarding, net-blogging, youth minister who is straight street, yo.

In two years, I'll probably have dreds, and be calling myself "T-Sketch" or something.

I love my jobs, I love being overworked, I love not sleeping enough, I love my new no longer secret fitness craze, and I love what's happening in my personal life, I love my friends, and I'm pretty much... good.

I gotta tell you, right now I wouldn't have it any other way.

TimChose [ 10:53 AM ]

Monday, February 20, 2006

What a week I had!

Monday and Tuesday were work. Surprise! They're also a couple of my very few days when I don't have to work after work, so they were pretty nice, and I did not in fact, work those nights. I have absolutely no recollection of what I did do, though. Mostly, my brain was in severe power save mode. I'm such a Mac using zombie.

Wednesday, though, was a pretty different story. Wednesday was my third youth meeting ever at my country church. The first meeting, there were two kids. The second meeting, there were three. This week, though, eight kids show up with their skateboards. So, my friend Amy and I let them skate around for a while, because they were having a great time, and then I started the Bible lesson.

Some of these kids, I should mention, have never gone to church ever. That means that some of them really don't know any of the story of Jesus, so I asked if they did or not, and a couple of them raised their hands. Then I asked if any of them wanted to tell the story pretty quickly for everyone, and this kid raises his hand all excitedly, and I point to him and say "Go for it, man."

Oh, he went for it.

Here is the story of Jesus, as it came out of this child's mouth:

"Jesus was born from the Virgin-Angel Mary. Then he got laid in this cart, and when he came out he was all strong and stuff, and he had on this armor, and he started knocking stuff over everywhere, and then he has this little short dude who kept following him around, and he was kind of a goat, and..."

"Woooooah!" I yelled at my confused kid. "That's not the story of Jesus at all!"

"Yes it is!" he argued back, "I saw it on the movie Herculese!"

I guess my point here, is that I've got a long way to go with these kids.

The only other stuff that happened to me was that we had a small ice storm, and I kind of got felt up.

In church.

More on that later! Have a great night kids!

TimChose [ 3:20 PM ]

Monday, February 13, 2006

I love stuff.
To be really precise, I love stuff for the home. I can really spend a lot of time in Home Depot just looking and dreaming about my "someday" house.
To that point, I really like websites with super cool stuff for the home.
I just found this site, Yanko Design and it's got some crazy cool stuff. They have some kind of funky toaster, an awful yet really cool bathtub plug,and all kinds of other things that just make me happy.

Turns out that everything there is also fantasticall expensive. Who's going to pay 50 bucks for a cheese slicer? The suckers are out there, man.

Big confession this week:

I'm a housewares dork.

TimChose [ 11:26 AM ]