So, the church is fasting today. I don't usually like to let everyone know when I'm fasting- but unless some cruel joke has been played on me- we are all fasting. Moving on- last night Jill and I had a wonderful dinner at a little Italian place in Old Town Pasadena called Il Fornaio (I think that's how you spell it)...we split a plate and skipped dessert and just watched a movie before she went home. Here's what I really wanted to say...
I'm sitting here at my desk in the church office and these are the things that are happening. Mandy- one of the elder's wives- just brought in a handful of items that smelled like strawberries asking what we thought they were. Everyone- hungry from fasting- was so facinated by the smell of strawberries that they failed to realize they were smelling those rubber things that are in the bottoms of urinals in men's restrooms. Hilarious...
Then, I asked Jill who's here this afternoon what I wanted to ask all of you...Do you ever find yourself towards the end of a fast thinking, "I wish I would have eaten more yesterday. Maybe that would make things easier now?" I do, every time. Like today I think, "Why did we split a plate last night? Why did we skip dessert? Why didn't I have some of the mint chocolate ice cream in the frige last night? etc..."
Apparently Jill has never thought this. Am I the only one? How is it that people smelling urinal products could have never thought about eating more on the day before a fast so that the fast is easier. (I know that many of you may think this is all sacreligious because the point of fasting is that the energy you would spend eating, you devote to seeking God and that the increase of blood in your head -that is usually in your stomach digesting food- helps to increase your senses. Minus all of the incredible spiritual attributes of fasting for this little blog please.)
Now Kirk, Mandy's wife is exclaming, "I hope those are new!" in regards to the urinal things that may actually be something like a strainer or...now Kirk just threw one at me and it hit me on the arm. Kirk, pointing out that they were "odiferous," has just made an executive decision to donate these urinal-strainer-colinder-guard thingys to the youth...AWESOME! We ask for a pool table and a skate ramp and we get- urinal-strainer-colinder-guard-thingys.
Now, this urinal thing just sits on my desk overwhelming me with the smell of sweet cherries or possibley strawberries...I'm hungry. More Dasani please...
I was going to finish this off with a nice lil' photo of a urinal...until I typed in urinal in Google Images...the following shall be blamed on the increase of blood in my head...
   
  
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