Sunday Evening Edition

1. Where did you buy the last fast food you ate? Ramen Noodles. I got them @ Publix. They're wonderful. Except for the lack of nutrition and nasty chemicals running through your body at night.

2. What was the last movie you watched in a theater? Sin City. See yesterday's post.

3. When you walk into a room, what do you think people notice first about you? What do you wish they'd notice first about you? "Thats one goofy looking bastard." I really don't care what they notice.

4. You win a special lottery but you aren't allowed to keep any of the money. Instead, it must go to a single charitable organization. Which would you choose and why? The Red Cross, because I see first hand where the money goes. It helps people in a practical way, when they need it most. You can contribute to other charities and not see exactly where your money is going. Like if you donate to AIDS research or Breast Cancer awareness. You know your moneys doing good, but not really how. The Red Cross gives money to people who are in dire need at that moment, and have no other options. Just watch the news, every time there's an apartment fire or a house fire or a flood and someone's put out of their house, the Red Cross is there to give them a helping hand. And its not just a hand out, the help is ongoing until the people affected are back on their feet. Its a sad reality that apartment fires and house fires usually happen in low-income areas where families are a paycheck away from not having a home. How great is it, that there are people who will make sure you aren't left out in the cold? I would give the money to them, because I know how hard it is to help people in need when resources are low, or non-existant. As I write this, I'm getting called to a fire. How ironic.

5. What was the subject of the most recent E-mail you forwarded? I don't remember, but it may have had something to do with herbal viagra and refinancing your mortgage, and hot sexy co-eds waiting to talk to you. Check your inbox, it may be there waiting. I can't believe I still get forwarded jokes. After all these years, you'd think it would have died down. I guess I'm too polite to ask to please stop. To me its like saying, I don't like you enough to write you an email, but just so you know I remember you're alive, I'll fill your inbox with something from someone else who had nothing to say to me.

What do you think? Hit comments and release your inner Florence Nightingale.