I am very lazy today and so am going to give y'all some interesting things to read from Jen's blog. http://reallydahling.blogspot.com/

Boy o' Mine, Edgar Guest

"Boy o' mine, boy o' mine, this is my prayer for you,
This is my dream and my thought and my care for you:
Strong be the spirit which dwells in the breast of you,
Never may folly or shame get the best of you;
You shall be tempted in fancied security,
But make no choice that is stained with impurity.

Boy o' mine, boy o' mine, time shall command of you
Thought from the brain of you, work from the hand of you;
Voices of pleasure shall whisper and call to you;
Luring you far from the hard tasks that fall to you;
Then as you're meeting life's bitterest test of men,
God grant you strength to be true as the best of men.

Boy o' mine, boy o' mine, singing your way along,
Cling to your laughter and cheerfully play along;
Kind to your neighbor be, offer your hand to him,
You shall grow great as your heart shall expand to him;
But when for victory sweet you are fighting there,
Know that your record of life you are writing there.

Boy o' mine, boy o' mine, this is my prayer for you;
Never may shame pen one line of despair for you;
Never may conquest or glory mean all to you;
Cling to your honor whatever shall fall to you;
Rather than victory, rather than fame to you,
Choose to be true and let nothing bring shame to you."

And then there's the Carpe Refridgerator (sp?)

Carpe Refrigerator
Who knows what dark evil lurks in the ice cold recesses of that metal giant humming in the kitchen? How long has it been since responsibility was taken for the science experiments hiding on the back shelf of the refrigerator? Too long have we sat on our satisfied haunches while the Green Emperor takes control of our kitchens and kills innocent leftovers. I say it is high time for the citizens of America to seize the fridge in an iron fisted grip and wrestle the strongholds of mold to the ground. I, as a concerned citizen, am in the process of discovering tactics for our use in the war against salmonella.
I am not exempt from blame. I think back to the last time I thought about battle plans and set foot on the ground of the enemy. I opened the magnet covered doors of that great beast in my kitchen and foresaw my doom. My heart quaked inside of me. How could I ever hope to conquer the demons that lurked within those jars? Would I dare risk awakening the monsters of stench that lie peacefully asleep in their beds of Tupperware? The task set before me, though necessary, was daunting. I confess that my will to fight slipped away and I stepped back, ashamed to admit my cowardice to the rest of my family. I slinked back to my room and never mentioned the event to my sisters.
While I know my situation is not unique, for there are many others who have shared in my plight, even yet there are a few brave souls who have taken the time and effort to learn the enemy’s weaknesses and have created careful strategies to bring it to its knees. I was able to interview one of these courageous generals of the Kitchen Militia and was heartened by his response. “There is no reason for good food to go to waste. The need to store leftovers is great, but the need to finish the food once it has been put away is greater,” he told me with a firm voice. “For instance, after using half a jar of tomato sauce in a spaghetti dinner, finish the remaining sauce in a meal the following night. Be creative. The sauce could be used in a pizza, or a casserole, or even as a topping for garlic toast. You could save that jar from becoming a terrible waste of money, and the peasants will rejoice at another potential enemy being defeated.”
So, I found there is a preventative measure that can be taken to keep the enemy at bay. But what of the poor hapless souls who already find their refrigerators in the furry death grip of mold? Is there any hope for them? Fear not, there are powerful weapons on the market designed specifically for the battles to be fought in the kitchen. I came upon one such weapon in the hands of a local recruit recently as I peered into the family kitchen. There stood my sister, fridge doors wide open, with a grim look of determination on her face, an old rag in one hand, and a bottle of heavy duty cleaner in the other. I saluted this brave soldier and stood out of the way to observe her tactics. She brought the trashcan near her side and, beginning with the top shelf, started to sort through the vast array of jars, plastic containers, and wrappers. Anything that had an expiration date of three months ago, any item that had a peculiar green tinge to it, any dish that was unidentifiable, she tossed into the garbage with finality. She was unafraid as she whipped out her weapon of mass destruction and began to spray the now cleared shelf with a mist of anti-bacterial cleanser. I watched in awe as the grime and mold shrank back while she simply took her rag, wiped the glass and plastic clean, and put the edibles she found still untouched by time back into their rightful places. She followed this system top to bottom, till the bitter end, and the result was an appliance free from the tyranny of mold and the grip of decay. The horrible reign of the Green Emperor was finished.
Is there hope for the refrigerators of America? I say there is hope indeed, if every citizen would become concerned and take control of their appliances using the tactics I have discovered. We soon would find our kitchens a peaceful place to create a meal, instead of the lair of an evil dark lord seeking to poison us. Some say to seize the day. I say take it a step further and seize the fridge. Seize the fridge and find yourself breathing the sweet air of freedom once more.

Ain't she wonderful?!