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TONY's BACK!!!!

My Toilet room change of heart

I used to be a huge fan and supporter of the toilet partitions that went all the way to the floor. But after a recent incident which I will not go into, I decided that maybe I need to relook things over in regards to the floor length partitions. The thought has come to my head, (we have seen it in movies time and time again), what if I fell and hit my head on the toilet? I would be laying there in the toilet compartment, on the floor and no one could see me. It could be hours before a cleaning crew came in and discovered my bloody body, laying in the mess that is a public restroom floor. And what if I fell and hit my head on the flush lever, fell to the ground unconscious, and the toilet clogged up while flushing? I would lay there in the poopy toilet water and the no one could see my body because of the floor length walls.

I used to think the privacy afford a full length toilet compartment was well worth any other problems created by it. But after the “incident” and the following thoughts that came with it, I have to say no to the toilet partitions. I want to stick with old powder coated metal partitions. With all the joyous etchings that are sure to some with them. I just wish they could do something about that crack that everyone peaks through to see if anyone is in there.

Follow up to My Girl

So I was getting ready to go to a friends house to watch this weeks 24, and I flipped on teh channel to Encore, and there it was, My Girl, yep. It was the part where they become blood brothers. I am tearing up. I can feel the bee scene coming on.

Poor Me

I posted a nice post about how happy I was, and how I was going to move on past what Mr Faulconer had said to make me cry, and how there was a twinkle in my eye and a spring in my step and this was because of the fact the Jon and Victoria lost this week on The Amazing Race. But it did not post, so I suck, I apparently have no clue what I am doing. I am losing posts, and comments, and I lost my lunch last week. I put it in the fridge at work and then at noon, I went in and BOOM it was gone. I really do not think someone stole it, I really think I put it somewhere other then the fridge and just thought I put it away. Thats what happens when you get over 30. I swear my level of memory went down 38% after I turned 30, and every year since then I have lost 6% a year. Soon I will forget to wake up and I will have to move a TV into my room, and people will say "we might as well stick him in an old folks home" and I will agree.

I cried during My Girl

I am kind of a sensitive guy, I cried during My Girl, not that I really care if the little kid died, I just did, because he did die. I am always feeling bad about things. Like the time that my friend Matthew and I went skiing and he broke his leg. I felt guilty about that, like it was my fault he could not ski for crap. Then there was the time that my mom and I went to Taco Bell in her BRAND NEW mini-van, and we pulled into the drive up window. I decided at the last minute that I wanted to go to the counter and order, so she tried to back up, and drove off the retaining wall that separated it from the old bowling ally across from PHS. I felt so bad, that I ran about 8 blocks to our neighbor’s car shop to get him for my mom, to help get the van off the wall. Was it my fault? I doubt it, but I still felt like it was, I felt like it was my fault that my mom, though being a great pork chop cooker, could not drive to save herself.

I hate the guilt feeling. I hate confrontation. I am a lover of peace, and a hater of anger. Some may say that I have a sweet spirit, call it what you want, I am sensitive. So imagine how distraught I was at reading a comment from Mr Faulconer questioning the length of my last blog. I do not like long blogs. It usually takes 2 or 3 sittings for me to get through them, or I have to print them off and take them to the bathroom, but I can not mention that because everyone gets grossed out. I felt like I had to make the blog long because I could see no way to explain what happened at the Wienerschnizl in a short blog. So I am hurt, and I am demanding a public blog apology from Mr Faulconer, a well know blog lurker!

PS Anyone in Provo is welcome to come to the FHE dinner tonight to welcome Sarah into town. I am thinking Los Hermanos in Provo at 7 PM. Just leave a comment and I will get back to you.

Cholesterol, the king and ruler of my heart and artries

So I have not talked about Del Taco for awhile. I have not been there for a long time, last time I went, I had a bad experience. I don’t know why anyone eats at any restaurant. Have you seen the kitchens in these places? THEY SUCK. They are so scarey, and dirty and things are being dropped on the floor and people are going to the bathroom and washing their hands all the time in these joints, really they are. ( I threw the “really they are” in there because we are reading Catcher in the Rye).
I have seen cooks slip and fall because of the crap on the floor, I remember one time at a pizza joint with Becca and her family we were watching them pull their pizza out of the oven and it fell on the floor and the guy grabbed it really quick not knowing we were watching and then looked around to see and saw us with our mouths dropped open, so he threw it away. He totally would have given it to them if no one had seen. Ask anyone who has worked fast food, they all have horror stories (Please feel free to leave them). Megans mom bit into a meal at the Mulboons in Salt Lake, a sort of nice place, and she bit into a used, bloody bandage. I have worked at a place that had me paint above the cook while he was chopping lettuce for a salad. I know that paint flipped in and not being able to speak Spainish I just finished and got out of there as fsat as possible. So why do we torture ourselves with this fast food, or any restaurant food? It’s usually not that healthy as it is.

When I see something happen at a restaurant or fast food, that makes me sick, I usually avoid it for awhile. I stopped going to Taco Bell for about 2 years because I got sicked out, plus the service sucked. I did not go to Del Taco for 3 or 4 months because the food was spoiled. But I think the worst thing I ever saw was at a Wienerschniztal. There was a rather hot girl I worked with that most guys liked, who came up to me on night after work and asked if I wanted to go out to eat. I said yes and we took off together. Driving down Provo Canyon, I asked her where she wanted to eat, I was thinking Chilies of Applebees type food. She answered how about we get some chili cheese dogs from the Wienerschniztal. My heart stopped, a heavenly glow appeared around her face, and I think I could her choirs of angels singing. I had found my true sole mate. So we went there and we were enjoying ourselves when she stopped talking and started focusing on something behind me. I turned around to see a guy in a trench coat standing at the garbage can. I asked her what was up. She said, I think that guy is peeing into the garbage can. So now I had to turn around even more to check this out. I looked (along with everyone else in the dining area) at this guy for a minute. Then I had to turn around and gently explain to my date though he was doing something, it was not peeing. She had a lost look on her face, so I, once again gently, explained to her that the reason his arm was moving was because he was gratifying himself into the garbage can of the Wienerschniztal. He finished with about 6 people starring with mouths open, and closed his trench coat and walked out. We did not finish our dogs. I did not go back for many years, 4 or 5. It’s sad because I love the Wienerschniztal.

I just don’t understand why people eat at fast food joints.

nothing much happening

I hate it when I have nothing left after work. I have been so swamped at work, that I get home from work and I am dead, so dead that I have nothing to even blog about. But I get mean emails from Becca, so I have to post something. So heres my blog for the day. Ok its been 15 minutes since I started this and nothing. So I am going to comment on 24, I am going to make this my last year, because I can not continue watching it because I get to anixous between the episodes, which is just what they want of me, but it drives me crazy. This year is already off to a great start.

UPS, how I love you, but you freaked me out this time

So Last Halloween, (Around Oct 15th 2004) I came home from work and to my excitement, had a "Sorry We Missed you, be back tomorrow" note on my door from UPS. I started thinking of all the things it could be.... Maybe something i bought off ebay and had forgot about. Maybe something I had returned and the company was finally replacing... I had no idea what it was, BUT I WANTED IT. So I left the note saying please leave it at the Wiltbanks, my dear neighbors who take pity on the stupid single guy going to a married family ward, and do nice things for me. I was so anxious to get my package that I left work early, and headed straight for the Wiltbanks house. When I knocked on the door, and asked Marcie for the package, I totally acted like I knew what it was, and had been expecting it for weeks, real business like, but when she handed it to me and closed the door, I took off running for my apartment. I ran in the door, and downstairs, and for the first time looked at the lable, To my dismay, it was not for me, it was for some guy who had lived there years ago.
Well I was pissed, and let the box sit by my door till just before Christmas, with the hopes the UPS would pass by, and I would run out and return the package. They never did, and i was too lazy to drive to the UPS Store, come on its three blocks away, and I am lazy. So at Christmas I moved the box to the upstairs hallway while cleaning the house for my wassle party. Well it sat there for a couple of weeks, and last night my curiousty got the best of me. Yes, I know its illegal, and I will most likely end up in hell, but after opening it, I realized there was no way that anyone was ever going to admit that they purchased this so no one would ever care that I had opened it.

I have attached a picture, just scroll down. I hope you do not consider this porn, but please be aware, it is for adult eyes only. No minors please!

















Yep its a set, or pair, or whatever of fake boobs. Things that make you go hmmm.
I must say I was taken aback for sure! Large Tube Top, in case you can not read it, it says "Natural Latex" "Foam Filled" And my most favorite part "MADE IN THE USA" Oh the pride that is boasted in me!

So many questions are running through my mind, some appropriate, some not really. The hows, and the whys, some I may never be able to answer, and maybe when I get married others will be.

So now the question is do I send them back because you know that guy aint calling me and asking for his fake boobs.

Boo On All My Readers

OK, people, you do not seen to excited about the EXCITING changes to my blog, so boo on you.

I have another big deal going on, and I would like a little more excitment out of you people.

I am buying new phones tonight (not cell phones, cell phone companies are THE DEVIL)

Heres the web page

http://www.rcwilley.com/SetProduct.soa?id=VT2675

I will have to blog about how cool my new phones are tomorrow, you know the important stuff in my live, unless Aidan has already bought new phones, then I will change over to lamps, you can never have too many lamps around the house!