Tuesday, December 29, 2009

Saturday, December 26, 2009

The Golden Years

Last night, I went to visit my grandparents to drop off their Christmas presents and visit for a few minutes. It was a surprisingly nice visit. We talked about my school which led them to the discussion of how they met at college and my grandma being caught trying to shave her legs when the lights went out at 10:30. It is insane to think about how much has changed since those days. The campus only had two stone buildings which have since been demolished and replaced with multiple, modernized buildings.
It was nostalgic for me to hear these stories and think about the things I would one day discuss with my grandchildren. It's weird to think of me being old someday. Will I be one of those cute, little, old men who holds his cute, little, old wife's hand everywhere we go, never spending more than a night apart? Will I be a grumpy recluse who will only leave my house if it's burning down? Or will I be one of the creeps who hangs out at the mall, all day, every day?

I don't really know what type of old man I'll make. I do know, however, that as I age, I hope to have someone with me to hold my hand and make breakfast for and basically everything Cory and Topanga had.

Too. Cute.

Tuesday, December 1, 2009

Think Before You Speak

Prior to Thanksgiving break, I was in my history class learning about the disappearance of the middle class in ancient Rome and how the same patterns are presenting themselves today. My teacher asked, “…so, what do you find in a banana republic?”

Feeling overjoyed that I finally knew the answer to one of his questions, I raised my hand and without being called on shouted, “Underwear on hangers.” In retort, he said, “Yes, and toilet paper flying out the windows.”

Quietly I turned to the girl behind me and asked, “He’s talking about the store Banana Republic, right?” Immediately the class erupted in laughter. Luckily, I managed to make it look like a joke that I was in control of, that I knew what I banana republic was, and that I didn’t feel 3 feet tall.


I discovered after investigating what exactly my professor was referring to when he said, “banana republic”. For those of you who don’t know, if there be any, it is a small country with an unstable government and its economy is dependent on the export of a single product and/or outside financial help. They are countries with a vast gap between the very rich and the very poor.

I suppose it is experiences like these that help us to grow and learn. I know that I will never walk into a Banana Republic again without an instant recall of what a banana republic is, which leads to a whole other discussion. Why is it called Banana Republic? Does the clothing company manufacture their clothes in a country filled with sweat shops and old women sewing their fingers to the bone? If so, this seems like poor advertising on their part. Maybe they should have considered a name more like “Prosperous Fatherland” or “Plentiful States”. This way, na├»ve college students like me wouldn’t have to think twice before grabbing the underwear off the hanger.

Saturday, November 28, 2009

The Countess and the Impossible

Last Sunday, I heard this story as a part of the talk that was being given in church. This is impressive because I HEARD it, and LISTENED to it. (Not something I often do in church) It really impressed me and I decided I should share it with you, my faithful readers. It’s a tiny bit long, but very worth it. So, without further ado, The Countess and the Impossible.

No one in our Utah town knew where the Countess had come from; her carefully precise English indicated that she was not a Native American. From the size of her house and staff we knew that she must be wealthy, but she never entertained and she made it clear that when she was home she was completely inaccessible. …

The Countess always carried a cane; not only for support but as a means of chastising any youngster she thought needed disciplining. And at one time or another most of the kids in our neighborhood seemed to display that need. By running fast and staying alert I had managed to keep out of her reach. But one day when I was 13, as I was shortcutting through her hedge, she got close enough to rap my head with her stick. “Ouch!” I yelled, jumping a couple of feet.

“Young man, I want to talk to you,” she said. I was expecting a lecture on the evils of trespassing, but as she looked at me, half-smiling, she seemed to change her mind.

“Don’t you live in that green house with the willow trees in the next block?”

“Yes, ma’am.”

“Do you take care of your lawn? Water it? Clip it? Mow it?”

“Yes, ma’am.”

“Good. I’ve lost my gardener. Be at my house Thursday morning at seven, and don’t tell me you have something else to do; I’ve seen you slouching around on Thursdays.”

When the Countess gave an order, it was carried out. I didn’t dare not come on that next Thursday. I went over the whole lawn three times with a mower before she was satisfied, and then she had me down on all fours looking for weeds until my knees were as green as the grass. She finally called me up to the porch.

“Well, young man, how much do you want for your day’s work?”

“I don’t know. Fifty cents maybe.”

“Is that what you figure you’re worth?”

“Yes’m. About that.”

“Very well. Here’s the 50 cents you say you’re worth, and here’s the dollar and a half more that I’ve earned for you by pushing you. Now I’m going to tell you something about how you and I are going to work together. There are as many ways of mowing a lawn as there are people, and they may be worth anywhere from a penny to five dollars. Let’s say that a three-dollar job would be just what you’ve done today, except that you would do it all by yourself. A four-dollar job would be so perfect that you’d have to be something of a fool to spend that much time on a lawn. A five-dollar lawn is—well, it’s impossible so we’ll forget about that. Now then, each week I’m going to pay you according to your own evaluation of your work."

I left with my two dollars, richer than I remembered being in my whole life, and determined that I would get four dollars out of her the next week. But I failed to reach even the three-dollar mark. My will began faltering the second time around her yard.

“Two dollars again, eh? That kind of job puts you right on the edge of being dismissed, young man.”

“Yes’m. But I’ll do better next week.”

And somehow I did. The last time around the lawn I was exhausted, but I found I could spur myself on. In the exhilaration of that new feeling I had no hesitation in asking the Countess for three dollars.

Each Thursday for the next four or five weeks I varied between a three- and three-and-a-half-dollar job. The more I became more acquainted with her lawn, places where the ground was a little high or a little low, places where it needed to be clipped short or left long on the edges to make a more satisfying curve along the garden, the more I became aware of just what a four-dollar lawn would consist of. And each week I would resolve to do just that kind of job. But by the time I had made my three- or three-and-a-half-dollar mark I was too tired to remember ever having had the ambition to go beyond that point.

"You look like a good, consistent three-fifty man,” she would say as she handed me the money.

“I guess so,” I would say, too happy at the sight of the money to remember that I had shot for something higher.

“Well, don’t feel too bad,” she would comfort me. “After all, there are only a handful of people in the world who could do a four-dollar job.”

And her words were a comfort at first. But then, without my noticing what was happening, her comfort became an irritant that made me resolve to do that four-dollar job, even if it killed me. In the fever of my resolve I could see myself expiring on her lawn, with the Countess leaning over me, handing me the four dollars with a tear in her eye, begging my forgiveness for having thought I couldn’t do it.

It was in the middle of such a fever, one Thursday night when I was trying to forget that day’s defeat and get some sleep, that the truth hit me so hard I sat upright, half choking in my excitement. It was the five-dollar job I had to do, not the four-dollar one! I had to do the job that no one could do because it was impossible.

I was well acquainted with the difficulties ahead. I had the problem, for example, of doing something about the worm mounds in the lawn. The Countess might not even have noticed them yet, they were so small; but in my bare feet I knew about them and I had to do something about them. And I could go on trimming the garden edges with shears, but I knew that a five-dollar lawn demanded that I line up each edge exactly with a yardstick and then trim it precisely with the edger. And there were other problems that only I and my bare feet knew about.

I started the next Thursday by ironing out the worm mounds with a heavy roller. After two hours of that I was ready to give up for the day. Nine o’clock in the morning and my will was already gone! It was only by accident that I discovered how to regain it. Sitting under a walnut tree for a few minutes after finishing the rolling, I fell asleep. When I woke up minutes later the lawn looked so good through my fresh eyes and felt so good under my feet that I was anxious to get on with the job.

I followed this secret for the rest of the day, dozing for a few minutes every hour to regain my perspective and replenish my strength. Between naps I mowed four times, two times lengthwise, two times across, until the lawn looked like a green velvet checkerboard. Then I dug around every tree, crumbling the big clods and smoothing the soil with my hands, then finished with the edger, meticulously lining up each stroke so that the effect would be perfectly symmetrical. And I carefully trimmed the grass between the flagstones of the front walk. The shears wore my fingers raw, but the walk never looked better.

Finally about eight o’clock that evening … it was all completed. I was so proud I didn’t even feel tired when I went up to her door.

“Well, what is it today?” she asked.

“Five dollars,” I said, trying for a little calm and sophistication.

“Five dollars? You mean four dollars, don’t you? I told you that a five-dollar lawn isn’t possible.”

“Yes it is. I just did it.”

“Well, young man, the first five-dollar lawn in history certainly deserves some looking around.”

We walked about the lawn together in the last light of evening and even I was quite overcome by the impossibility of what I had done.

“Young man,” she said, putting her hand on my shoulder, “what on earth made you do such a crazy, wonderful thing?”

I didn’t know why but even if I had I could not have explained it in the excitement of hearing that I had done it.

“I think I know,” she continued, “how you felt when this idea first came to you of mowing a lawn that I told you was impossible. It made you very happy when it first came, then a little frightened. Am I right?”

She could see she was right by the startled look on my face.

“I know how you felt because the same thing happens to almost everybody. They feel this sudden burst in them of wanting to do some great thing. They feel a wonderful happiness, but then it passes because they have said, “No, I can’t do that. It’s impossible.” Whenever something in you says “It’s impossible,” remember to take a careful look. See if it isn’t really God asking you to grow an inch, or a foot, or a mile that you may come to a fuller life.”

Since that time some 25 years ago when I have felt myself at an end with nothing before me, suddenly with the appearance of that word “impossible” I have experienced again the unexpected lift, the leap inside me, and known that the only possible way lay through the very middle of the impossible.

Wednesday, November 4, 2009

Words of Wisdom From the Dullest Knife in the Drawer

Earlier this week in my Science class, we had a discussion on DNA, twins, genes and cloning. Somehow, this led to a tangent on artificial insemination. One bright star in my class raised his hand and said,

"But do they have a bellybutton?"

Today our discussion was on evolution. Our professor was explaining how dogs, whales, humans, and birds all have a similar bone structure in the leg, flipper, arm, or wing, respectively. Never one to disappoint, the same bright boy raised his hand and, barely composing himself from the laughter, said,

"Too bad we didn't keep the feathers because then we could fly!"

It truly saddens me how horribly the public school system has failed some people so badly.

Tuesday, November 3, 2009

The Ever Changing Times

Yesterday, I went home for the day so I could get my hair cut, run some errands and do a few chores around the house. I was able to get a lot done and as a reward, my mom sent me to get take-out for dinner. When I arrived at the Chinese restaurant, I noticed a sign taped to the door reading "We gladly accept cash or check but are unable to process credit or debit cards". Immediately I was frustrated because the only form of money I had on me was my debit card. I decided I should go in anyway to let them know I was there and they shouldn't throw my food out.

The woman at the counter said to me "I help you?" (Which seems like more of a declarative statement than a question.) Nevertheless, I replied "I have a take-out order but I only have a debit card". Before I had the chance to explain to her that I would be returning quickly with cash, she said "We no take Visa. No Mastercard. No American Express. No debit, no credit cards!"

Generally, I'm not one to complain about such trivial things as this. However in this moment where I had a 4'9" Chinese woman yelling at me only for committing the sin of trying to stay alive in the 21st century, I thought to myself, "I'm sorry. Is it not 2009 where plastic is swiftly taking over the world?" I thought back to the days long ago when my mother handed the sales associate at The Bon Marche a credit card only to receive foul looks in return as the clerk reached under the counter and pulled out the archaic machine to make an ink-swipe copy of the card.
In my dilemma, I ventured next door to a dollar store in hopes of buying something and getting enough cash back to pay for dinner. As I waited in the check-out line, I contemplated whether I should buy the pregnancy test or the Lemonheads next to each other behind the conveyor. I settled on the Lemonheads and took my twenty dollars back to the Chinese restaurant where, after my odyssey through the strip mall, I was able to pay for and eat my dinner.

Thank goodness we have evolved from the days of running our plastic through a machine that probably more than once took the acrylic nails off of sales people. Thank goodness we live in a day where I can wave my card in the presence of a detector and my payment is made that easily. It is comforting to know that in this day and age, my Gold card is just as green at the dollar store as anywhere else (with the exception of the Chinese restaurant).

Monday, October 26, 2009

Operation Renovation: BYU-Idaho Style

Since I started working at Hollister, I have wanted one of the much coveted six by eight foot posters on the walls. They are changed out for new ones every few months and the associates are more than welcome to take the old ones. However, it seems that every time I find an available poster, it is of a shirtless man. Not exactly the type of artwork I want hanging on my wall.

This weekend, I stopped in to Hollister just to say "hi" and kill some time. I noticed the posters were new so I thought I'd try my luck and see if there were any decent ones being given away. There were two left and they were the same design. A headless, beach-ready couple holding each other in a tight embrace. While this wouldn't have been my first choice, I decided it would do.

I brought the poster back to Rexburg and Shane and I hung it in his and Colton's bedroom. This was a feat in itself considering that it is gigantic and we had to cut it vertically and horizontally.

This is the finished product:


The best part? With a few post-it notes and a "Time and All Eternity" banner, this poster will meet the Student Living Code.

Monday, October 19, 2009

Supersize Me, Mister President

I spent this past weekend with my friends in Rupert, Idaho. I had a great time and came back with a great story, too good not to tell. It is set in the home of all things which are lovely and of good report and praiseworthy; McDonalds.


It was lunch on Saturday and because of my prior feelings for the establishment, I wasn't planning on eating anything. However, my hunger got the best of me and I was forced back to the register to order a large fry. After placing my order, the woman behind the counter asked my name. Perhaps it's my fear of identity theft or my sense of humor. Either way, I don't like to tell my name to strangers so in response to her question, I promptly said, "Lincoln".
"How do you spell that?" she asked. "Like the president." I retorted after overcoming the initial shock. The look on her face was priceless. It was like looking into the windows of an abandoned house.

"L-I-N-C-O-L-N." I said patiently, trying to help her out. "Oh, okay. I've never heard that one before."

I went back to the table to tell my friends what had just taken place and heard "Lincoln" called through the speakers. I went to the counter to get my fries, looked at my reciept, and on the bottom saw "Linkon"scribbled down.

Wednesday, October 14, 2009

Photo of the Day!

Doesn't this postcard just say it all?

Saturday, October 3, 2009

Can You Hear Me Now?

This week at school, I had to venture to the testing center for a math test. Because this is nearly the farthest campus building from my apartment, I knew I was in for a long walk and took my iPod with me. On the way home, walking proudly due to the success I had just achieved, I had one ear bud in and heard a guy talking so loud I thought "He must be trying to talk to me..."

I paused my music and looked around for the boisterous voice. Finally, I saw him. Waving his hands around like he was directing airline traffic and screaming into his phone like he was communicating with two cans and a string.

" HAHAHAHA!!! IT WAS SO FUNNY! I'M NOT SURE IF HE KNEW WHAT HE WAS DOING THOUGH 'CUZ HE HAD A LLOOOOTTT OF NYQUIL."

I'm so glad I was able to hear this over the sweet sounds of Akon. Thank you, for informing me about your friend's unfortunate episode with a Nyquil overdose and evident lack of judgment. Remember, nothing screams "I'm important" more than a man barking "I'm important" into his cell phone.

Sunday, September 27, 2009

Island Park


This weekend, I had the opportunity to go to Island Park with my friends to fish and hang out at the cabin.

On Saturday, we went over to Big Springs to see the fish that will never be caught and to check out the house that a midget name Johnny Sack built that has four-foot doors and other miniature things built for a little person on a Big Spring. On our way back to the car, I decided to show off my insanely awesome balancing act on a small fence that ran along the sidewalk. I was doing really well until I took one misstep. The diagram below accurately depicts the events that followed.

Upon regaining consciousness (I didn’t really pass out), the first thing I saw was my sunglasses laying three feet away from me with one of the lenses popped out. My friends helped me up and we walked to the car to drive back to the cabin and mend my wounds.

Friday, September 18, 2009

Honk if You're Awesome!

Last night, I had to meet with my dad for appointment so he could check my eyes and get me a new pair of sunglasses. (Story within a story: I went to a football game in Pocatello last Saturday and lost my sunglasses.)

While we waited for him to finish up with another patient, The receptionist got my little brother, Tyson to go out to the street (which is a very high-traffic road) to hold up a big sign that said "HONK". That was it. Just "HONK". The response he got was incredible. It was weirder if a car drove past without honking. It was hilarious to watch.
At the end of the appointment, my dad let me pick out these new sunglasses to replace the ones robbed from me. I really like them. They have a certain "galacticly attractive " quality about them. Don't you think?

Thursday, September 10, 2009

We Will Never Forget

Eight years ago tonight, I laid my head down in the guest bedroom of my great-grandma's house, completely unaware of the horror that would plague the next day. When I woke that morning, I was speechless at what I saw on the news. The severity of the September 11 attacks was not yet apparent. The first tower had been struck by a seemingly accidental plane and I watched on live TV as another plane hit the second Twin Tower. My thoughts immediately turned to my mom, grandma and brother who were in Chicago on business and supposed to travel home that afternoon.

The chaos and confusion of that day was nearly unmanageable to my ten-year-old-self. Not knowing when I would again see my family tore at the depths of me. Tear-stained pillows and hours on my knees can testify to that. It was several days before I got to see my family again, and it was the happiest reunion of my life. Never before had I had so much appreciation for the day-to-day things too often taken for granted. To be standing in my grandma's kitchen surrounded by my loved ones was all I needed that day.


Tonight, I reflect back on that dark day. I ponder the countless lives lost and I turn my head to my Father in Heaven and thank him for my family and loved ones and for their health and safety. I thank Him for the veterans of this nation and for those protecting its sanctity today. I thank Him for the opportunity to live in one of the most prosperous nations on Earth and I thank him for all of those who have made these blessings possible.

'The Spirit of Ricks'

This week, I started my classes at BYU-Idaho. It has been so much fun moving into my apartment, meeting my roommates and getting to know tons of neat, cool people.

As part of our fresman orientation, or "Get Connected", We attended many meetings discussing "The Spirit of Ricks" and the spirit felt on this campus. I have felt this spirit arround my new friends and while attending my classes. However, neither all the rumors I had heard nor stories now funny nicknames for the University could have prepared me for "The OTHER Spirit of Ricks".

At our talent show on Tuesday night, there were a variety of performances. However, the vastly dominating and apparently popular thing to do was sing an original song while playing the guitar. When one boy was in the middle of his performance, a girl stood in the back and screamed as loud as she could "TAKE ME TO THE TEMPLE".

Wow. This really is BYU "I-Do".

Sunday, September 6, 2009

Love Is Spoken Here

I'm not generally a person to express myself on a cathartic medium nor do I often express my emotions. However, tonight my heart is full as I realize that I am about to spend the last 12 hours in my house before I depart for college. Tomorrow morning I will arrive in Rexburg, ready to become a student at BYU Idaho. It seems like just yesterday I was walking into Mrs. Buell's 7th grade Reading class. I am excited to set out on a path of new adventure. Nervous, but excited. However, this post is not about my education or the steps I have taken to get where I am. This post is a dedication to my home and my family.

For those of you who don't know, I part of what leading experts call a "blended" family. It's like the Brady Bunch only different. I live with my mom and grandmother as well as my little brother. My family has always been the driving force behind me and they are always the ones I fall back on.

Grandma Jo.

She is the most incredible woman I may ever have the privilege of knowing. She is the epitome of a matriarch. She is solid as a rock with gentle hands that could heal the world. She has seen her share of trials and always manages to rise stronger. My grandma would do anything to protect her family and she is always the last person she thinks of. I will never be able to repay her for her selfless service.

My mom.

There are not even words I can muster to explain my mom. The first thing one needs to know about my mom is that she was raised by my grandma. Meaning she has to be some degree of amazing. She is kind and loving, but most of all, she is forgiving. She is an incredibly driven worker who has challenged me and inspired me to do better my whole life. She is smart and able to catch on to new things easily. She has always been there for me at the drop of a hat and always knows exactly what to say to melt away and troubles or fears I have ever had.

Tyson.

"Let him sleep. For when he wakes, he will move mountains." -Napoleon Bonaparte.

This quote has always reminded me of Tyson. He is just nine years old, but one can easily see the fire burning in his eyes. He is incredibly gifted and smart and I have no doubt that he will go extremely far in life. Tyson has a personality that others cling to. He is charismatic, caring, humorous, compassionate, and honest. No matter the test, subject, chore, or favor, Tyson does everything to the best of his ability and settles for nothing less than excellence.

I am so grateful that God chose me to live with this wonderful family I have. They have molded me into who I am today and I know that they are always going to be there for me. Each member of my family brings something special to the table and I love them all so much. I am grateful for my home and for the cozy and settling feeling when I walk in the door and I am thankful. Love is spoken here.

Thursday, September 3, 2009

High School Musical 4

I don't care how cool or "above High School Musical" you think you are. Watch this video. Laugh your head off. Love it!

Sunday, August 30, 2009

Snuggie Sensation

It has come to my attention that no matter how badly the American people may want it, this madness will never end. Having that said, I promise that this is the last post I will devote to the snuggie. It has wasted too much of my time...and yours. However, this story is too good not to tell.


Need I say more? Now, your dog can change the channel without his (or her) arms getting cold! In a way, this is briliant. My two yorkies don't like to watch their favorite Animal Planet shows in the basement because it gets so cold. Also, I know if I had a snuggie my dogs would get jealous. I have to admit, my dogs do have outfits. Sweaters, dresses and tee-shirts. But even I think this takes things a bit too far.

Thursday, August 20, 2009

The Saga Continues

Whilst thumbing through the Sunday Ads this week, I saw something at Shopko that left me speechless and breathless. Introducing...(drumroll, please)... THE COLLEGIATE SNUGGIE!

Allegedly, there's even a BYU pattern for all my friends going to the Y. However, sadly, no Harvard or BYU-I prints...YET! So don't be surprised this Christmas if you all open your gifts from me and discover a sleeved blanket adorned with school spirit!

Tuesday, August 11, 2009

Jon & Kate + 8 - Jon = Too Much Psycological Math

"Jon and Kate Plus 8" started out as a show about a family with eight kids and increasingly became a show about a man with no reason to live. Eventually, however, it turned in to a show depicting a broken home and the most hated man in America.


I have to admit, I didn't latch on instantly to the Gosselin's like the rest of America. When I first started watching, I felt sorry for Jon. I viewed Kate's actions toward him as being degrading and demeaning. However, in the light of day, I have been able to see how hard Kate had to work to keep Jon from acting like a ninth child. Now, I see a glimpse of how hard it really is to raise 8 children, wrangle in a worthless husband, and maintain a 1980's punk-rock hairstyle with ease and grace.



Monday, August 10, 2009

Her Morning Elegance

This is so cool. I found it on a friend's blog and was afraid to blink. It's a little long but once you start watching, you can't take your eyes off of it.

Sunday, August 9, 2009

Free the Leash Kids!

I've observed a growing epidemic in our society today. Parents too chicken to discipline their children, too nervous to leave them at home, and too lacking in pride to care whether or not they come off as insane to others. Enter the Leash Kid.
The leash kid is most frequently a boy between the ages of 2 and 5 tethered to his mother by a leash disguised as a monkey backpack with an extra long tail for holding. Ironically, being tethered to one's mother seems only to make these kids want to run more than if they were free to come and go as they pleased. This results in kids wrapping their whole bodies extremely tightly around fire extinguishers and throwing themselves on the ground and roll around as if they were trying to extinguish fire from their clothes.


While at the mall the other day, I saw a kid pulling on his leash so hard, he was nearly dragging his mom through the center court. Something must be done about this. No longer can we sit back and laugh at the kids stripped of their basic freedoms. Now is the time to act. It's time to cut the leashes and allow the children of America to rejoin their rightful place in society and run free from their nagging mothers.

Saturday, August 8, 2009

The "Snuggie" Dilema

It's been nearly 5 monthes since I last updated and am nearly ashamed to be doing it again after this long without it. Part of me almost forgot the blog altogether and was ready to delete it. But I'm going to college in the fall and I don't know if that means I'll blog more because I have more things to talk about or if it means I'll never blog because I'm so engrossed in my school work. However, I had to share this ironic story with the world.

Yesterday, I was watching TV in my basement Family Room when a commercial came on for the "Snuggie". I hate these things. I think they are one of the dumbest inventions ever and can't believe they made it on TV much less that people would actually buy them. As I watched, half disgusted, half enchanted, I summoned the will-power to change the channel. Then I realized that I was wrapped up in a warm blanket and didn't want my arms to get cold. If only I had a blanket with sleeves....

....GENIOUS! So, i am now offically a fan of the "Snuggie". I can read with it...

...I can play my GameBoy with it...

...I can even blog with it like I'm doing right now!


Friday, March 13, 2009

Wisdom Teeth

On Tuesday morning this week, I had my wisdom teeth pulled and am glad that it is something I will never have to experience again. I came home and watched Transporter 3 (on blu ray) which, if you're curious, is slightly better than one but not as good as two.

That was it for Tuesday. Wednesday I stayed home all day and began to adapt myself to a diet of jell-o, pudding, and potatoes, which is much harder than I thought it would be. Thursday I got out of the house and did some shopping with my grandma even though it was the worst day so far. When I woke up, I looked a little like this fella'--

Today, I went and got my missed work from school and don't look forward to doing it. As you now know, I haven't died or had all 10 of my fingers broken in a terrible accident, I've just been too lazy to blog but i promise I'll try to keep up on it from now on.