Wednesday, December 19, 2007

Friday, December 14, 2007

And the winner is...

Jackie. Megan wrote 114 pages this semester alone. Disgusting if you ask me. Next quiz will be how many pages she has read this semester followed by how many times she has given me the "I am trying to read Shakespeare right now we can't talk" look. Good Times!

Jackie wins 50 points. Unfortuantely the prizes start at 52 points so good luck in the future.

Wednesday, December 12, 2007

How high can you count?

I just finished my last paper for this semester today. Because I am that much of a dork, I counted all the pages I have written this semester. Any guesses? Winner gets 50 points...

Saturday, December 8, 2007

Megan needs...

I saw this on someone's blog and thought it was funny, so decided to give it a try. You do a google search for your name + the word 'needs' and record the first ten that come up.

1. Megan needs help with at this point is in the area of responsiveness.
2. Megan needs a summer intern
3. *Censored for content*
4. Megan needs a very quiet home in a place with few or no thunder storms and lots of sunshine. (I think this one was about a dog)
5. Megan needs to go back to school.
6. Megan needs to learn how to receive the concessions and help others offer
7. Megan needs a makeover: "Megan has no style; scrubs, jeans and platform shoes —
8. Megan needs a more comfortable chair as the little stool she is sitting on looks very hard
9. Megan Needs A Pep Talk
10. Megan NEEDS to take a break and step out of the limelight for a SHORT time and comeback and do something bigger and better.

Hahaha. You should try is kind of fun :)

Thursday, December 6, 2007

Research Paper

I got an A on my paper! 97% suckas. Thanks for the help.

Thursday, November 29, 2007

A great day to be a Cougar...

Ryan and I went to the BYU-Utah game (row 19 in the endzone...yeah!)

We saw Max Hall do this... (for all the non-Cougar fans, he is the man with the ball, aka the QB)

And the Cougars Triumph!!! Wahoo!!!

What we've been doing since our last blog...

I found a gigantic leaf on campus, and Ryan became leaf-man.

We bought really neat earmuffs, which Ryan of course rocked at the BYU game

Ryan got a bass guitar (not pictured), a drum machine (the little white-ish thing on the left), and a neat table to hold his music j...then set up shop in our bedroom.

The Amazing East Quorum vs. West Quorum Turkey Bowl ended in a TIE! A re-match is currently being scheduled. Ryan is the guy in the middle who is wearing red shorts, a green shirt, and pushing another guy.

Monday, November 19, 2007

Help Ryan get an 'A' on his research paper

Ryan is writing a research paper and needs to collect info about blogs and blog usage. We would love (or like) you even more than we already do if you could take a minute to fill this out.

Blog Survey.
For the purposes of this survey please define a blog as any site that allows peer to peer communication. Examples include MySpace, Facebook, Blogger, Blogspot, Discussion Boards, etc.**For 1-6, choose between Every Couple of weeks, weekly, Every Couple of Days, Daily, or More than Once a Day
1. How often do you use a computer?
2. How often do you check your email?
3. Do you have a blog of your own
(MySpace, blogger, BlogSpot, facebook, etc.)?
4. How often do you visit your blog?
5. How often do you view blogs by people you know?
6. How often do you view blogs by people you don’t know?
7. Why do you visit blogs?
Check all that apply:
( ) Information Search ( ) Social Networking ( ) Romantic Aspirations ( ) Waste Time
8. What information do you seek from blogs?
Check all that apply:
( ) News ( ) Entertainment News ( ) How-to information (fix a car, install a driver, computer help)
( ) Updates on friends and family ( ) Social Networking ( ) To find information on products
( ) Technology news ( ) Other (fill in the blank) _______________________________________
9. Why do you have a blog?______________________________________________________________________

Tuesday, November 13, 2007

This list was disturbingly easy to assemble.

1. I am apparently obsessed with being a rock star. Whenever I wash my hands in the bathroom and look in mirror I do a little rock star pose, play air guitar or drums to let some of the rock out of me. This is taken to the next level in elevators. I will admit, if in an elevator by myself I usually end up looking like slash ripping a guitar solo minus the tophat and cigarette. This is especially nice in elevators with shiny walls so I get the 360 view of the rock.

2. I am really bothered by things not lining up like they should. For example, yesterday we were in traffic behind a jeep that had a spare tire mounted on the back of it. It had been removed and when some idiot put it back on they didn't make the word jeep horizontal like it was obviously engineered to be. I hate things like that. I switched lanes to avoid looking at it.

3. I hate hate hate having hair in face. I guess I should be glad to have bushy hair. Megan can attest to this fact and tell you of the many times I have pushed her away because her hair is all up in my grill. I literally can not stand it. Thanks for understanding meg.

4. Unfortunately I can't sleep as well as Megan. Instead I have weird sleep positions. Position one can best be describes as a relaxed army crawl. I have my left leg up, ready to propel my body forward. My right leg is extended. My right arm is under my pillow and thus head. My left arm is above my head protecting it from enemy fire or in reality the wall which I seem to hit often in the middle of the night anyway. Position two is even more weird. I am on my side with my left Achilles tendon in between the big toe and second toe on my right foot. I also have my right hand in the waist band of my Gs.

5. I own 40 plus pairs of shoes. I have vintage orange suede shoes, Laker color-themed converse all star high tops, and chucks in maroon, orange w/brown accents, white w/ green accents, and bright red Kangaroos with a zipper pocket on the side for weed. My shoes absolutely must match my outfit. Along with this I really like new socks. I buy a new pack of socks before a trip of any length. If I am rich someday, I will wear a new pair of socks each day.

6. I really enjoy shopping. I usually suggest it before Megan and with more frequency. I know what espadril sandals are, I know what a cami is, a kitty cat heel, a wrap dress, an a-line skirt, etc. I offer good advice when asked about clothing not just that it doesn't make your butt look big (it never does meg). Basically I am gay except for the liking dudes part.

These are my weird things.
I tag Micheal AND Jen Fong (seperately), and Justin

Monday, November 12, 2007

I am so hott right now...

Quick Sizzler story you definitely won't want to miss...

About a week ago, I was serving at the Sizz (because it is my job). Ryan sat two guys in my section--he doesn't like to take only-male groups because they are jerks to him and tip him worse than the tip me. Anyway, they were both older (like 50 or so) and both not really that attractive. One of them had coffee; and everytime I would fill it up, he would smile at me and just kind of stare at me, then tell me thanks. Anyway, they left a little after closing time, so I was out cleaning my section. The coffee-man came and asked me if he could borrow a pen. I gave him one, and he returned it a minute later with a business card, telling me to "read the back," then left. (Don't worry, it gets better)

Front of card: "The Royal Hotel and Bar Flattop Liquor Store" along with a phone number, address, and a picture of a dilapidated old building that looks anything but Royal.
Back of card: "Give me a call (a date). Bill Ager. 970-819-1259"

Awesome. I just started laughing, and then decided to come up with reasons why I wouldn't go on a date with him.

1. I am married. Granted, I don't wear my ring to work (not to get higher tips, but because it gets dirty), but still.
2. He is probably old enough to be my dad. Scratch that...definitely old enough to be my dad and probably older than my actual dad.
3. Almost-mullet and a beard. Need I say more?
4. At work, minus my wedding ring and wearing a shapeless polo shirt, I look 16--maybe 17 with a lot of make-up. So based on looks, it is totally illegal for him to ask me out. And totally gross.
5. The Royal Hotel and Bar Flattop Liquor Store????

So good, so sizzler....


I was tagged! Now I have to write 6 random/weird/interesting facts about myself for all to see. Then I tag other people, who must then also write 6 random things about themselves. So here I go...

1.Toe Cracks...You know those shoes that don't cover quite enough of your toes and the little lines between your toes sort of stick out the top? I have coined the term "toe cracks" to describe these lines, because they are like little bum cracks on your foot. How unattractive. I hate them. If I try a shoe on and it shows toe cracks, the shoe is off my foot and back on the shelf so fast that Ryan just stares at me. I won't even consider buying a shoe that shows toe cracks. I also hate peep toe shoes. I mean, seriously, whose brilliant idea was it to cut a hole in the toe of the shoe? You know who else has holes in the toes of their shoes? People who can't afford new ones. And it would seem like maybe the shoe could be a bit discounted because it took less shoe-material to make it. But no. Still expensive, and so totally not worth it. (Sorry to anyone who wears peep-toes or toe-crack-shoes. I am sure they look great on you. Just not on me.)

2. Nicknames...I am kind of crazy about nicknames. The people I am close to all have nicknames, and the ones I am closest to have several. For example, little sister Kayla: the beak, cake, streak, kake-ie, jaques coustea, beaker, etc. Ryan: Ryg (ryj?), bee, bee-let, bum, cutie, best (as in best friend), rhinerhone (because he sometimes sings rhinestone cowboy in an Astro voice), pepperoni (long story). Mandi: mandalay bay, idnam, mando commando. Lynnie: Lou-dog, louie, lynnie louie. And the list goes on...

3. Hair...When I was a little girl, I would get super mad every time I colored a picture of myself because I could not find my hair color in the Crayola box. Red definitely didn't work. Orange was closer, but still not there. I would end up using about 5 different colors to do my hair (a little red, orange, brown, blonde, and goldenrod), trying to get just the right mix. In reality, I usually ended up with a scary looking girl who had a different color for each strand of hair. I am considering sending a letter to Crayola so other little girls don't have to suffer like I did.

4. 2, 4, 6, 8...I am not as crazy about this as I used to be, but it is still something I think about often. When I eat small foods (i.e. crackers, fruit snacks, grapes) I have to eat even numbers. I am not super crazy about it, but it bothers me if I eat 3 or 5 rather than 1 or 2. It doesn't extend to big things; I don't have to eat 2 chicken breasts instead of one or anything. When I was younger (okay, so only like 2 years ago), if I had an odd number of fruit snacks in my little package, I would either give a few away or pretend to cough, eat one secretly, then be able to eat in peace.

5. Sleeper...I am the world's best sleeper. When I get into bed, I fall asleep within about 10 minutes, then don't wake up once until my alarm clock rings. Ryan has literally picked me up and moved me to the other side of the bed (I tend to roll over and fling my legs on top of him), without me even stirring. I even talk to him sometimes, then wake up in the morning and don't remember a word of what I have said. Ryan will sometimes start talking to me while I am falling asleep because he thinks it is funny.

6. Claustrophobic Wrists...I can't wear bracelets, watches, those dumb plastic bracelets you sometimes have to wear at amusement parks, or any cute, fashionable adornment on my wrist. It is really quite impossible for me, because my wrists are claustrophobic. I know it sounds really dumb, but I cannot stand to have things on my wrist. Either they are too jangly, they slide around too much, or they are too tight and make me feel like I am losing my circulation (even though I am not). I have tried. Seriously. But every time I fail. At first I thought I couldn't do it because I couldn't find any cute wrist accessories or because I would just forget to put them on. I was wrong. No matter how cute, how great an accessory to my outfit, I just can't do it. Strangely enough, though, I love the feeling of the paper-ish wristbands from some rides/amusement parks. Not the hard plastic ones I described before, but the soft, smooth paper ones. Somehow, I love them, and usually leave them on for days.

Now I get to take a turn tagging. And because I was tagged by Shannon, who can't remember if we are supposed to tag 3 or six people, I think I will tag 4. So...Mandi, Kim, Ryan, and are TAGGED! Go taggers!

Sunday, November 4, 2007

Halloween Happiness

Yes, we are really this attractive. Say hello to the Ryan and Megan of 2050.

Yikes! Ryan=Pumpkin Head!

Our amazing pumpkins. Ryan's is the big one on the bottom, mine the small one on top. If you compare his pumpkin with the picture above, you will notice it has two faces--one on each side of the pumpkin. I like to call this one the Lord Voldemort side.

Yep. That's my husband.

Happy Halloween!!!

Sunday, October 28, 2007


What do an illuminated manuscript, a cuneiform, a papyrus sheet, a hand-written copy of Wycliffe's English Bible, and a first edition of the Book of Mormon have in common? They are all conveniently located in BYU Special Collections. My humanities class took a field-trip to Special Collections (the bottom floor of the Library) to see the presentation. It was absolutely amazing. The librarian was honestly holding the cuneiform inches from me. I could see the sparkling gold leaf of the illuminated manuscript as my teacher brought it around for me to see. I touched a sheet of papyrus. I saw a first edition of the Book of Mormon. One of the most amazing things, though--to me at least--was the copy of Wycliffe's translation of the Bible to English. I don't know if you all know the story, so I will explain a bit. During Wycliff's life, English was a common language--a dirty language, really--and not considered good enough for the holy words of scripture. It was basically blasphemy to translate the Bible to English. And, in fact, many people were killed for trying to do so or for supporting Wycliffe. But still he translated. At the time, the printing press was not yet in existence; so his supporters hand-copied his translation. The Bible--they hand-copied the entire Bible! Before Wycliffe translated the Bible, the common people who could not speak the language of the Bible could not read it, so were left to trust their religious leaders' interpretations. But Wycliffe brought the Bible to the masses--and died for it. Because of him, English became a more accepted language for academic and religious prose. The Word of God spread. And in the 19th century, the Book of Mormon was able to come forth.
I don't know exactly why this is so cool to me. I think part of it is that I am studying English, both the literature and language. My major wouldn't exist had John Wycliffe not started the English-language revolution. I also think, really, that I am impressed and inspired by his conviction. It has been a tough semester, and I have often felt like giving up. I sometimes feel like my major is kind of silly--interesting, but useless, really, beyond knowing how to read and interpret a text. But then I see this Bible...and I realize that someone else thought English was important, too--important enough to die for. English was the root of a revolution. This may sound cheesy, but I really think English is an inspired language, the language of the Restoration. And that, perhaps, is why I am studying English.

Thursday, October 25, 2007

Dreams-- the real kind

Megan and I spend quite a few hours each week at Sizzler(we work there). We also spend time each night after work sharing funny stories about people at our tables and venting about co-workers that don't get their crap done or whatever because we are typically too busy to do so at work. I, way too often than I feel is normal, have dreams about Sizzler. Sometimes it is like a dream place to work and everyone leaves $100 bills, but most of the time it is more like a nightmare where I am the only one serving and there is a line of people out the door and people are yelling at me. Last night I had a Sizzler dream that took it to the next level. Here is how it went down in my dream. Megan and I were the only two servers and there was a big line. We were both running around trying to get everything taken care of. I had lady at a table yell at me because I took too long to get her more shrimp. The lady was freaking out. I walked away and started taking care of some other things. The lady walks up to me and says "We are leaving without the shrimp so don't worry about bringing it now. Oh and by the way we are never coming back." I think to myself big deal I would rather not have you come back. She turns around and reaches in to my apron were I keep my tips (this is akward because it is personal space and also the pocket with the money is in the middle of my apron and hangs directly over my crothch). She pulls out two ten dollar bills and says "I am taking this because you not only don't deserve a tip you should have to pay me because you suck so bad." She walked away. I dropped my tray of dirty dishes on the ground, walked up to her, spun her around, punched her as hard as I could in the stomach and grabbed my money back from as she was writhing in pain. Serves her right. I woke up after this violent act half laughing and half scared at myself for beating up a woman in my dream. I think it might be time to look for a new job that doesn't make me want to hurt people.

p.s. My favorite story from a table at work is this statement from a daughter to her mother about one of the girls schoolmates:
Oh my gosh mom, her mom is sooooo strict. She cant even say astronaut, she has to say bumstronaut.

Monday, October 22, 2007

Our new ride

No we are not handicapped, we haven't switched the plates yet.

This is our new car. It is a 99 taurus and came to us thanks to Megan's grandparents through her parents. We are very excited and blessed to have it. Thats about it.

Tuesday, October 16, 2007

Sunday, October 14, 2007

"You look just like that murderer I saw on the news"

So I was on fall break from school this Thursday and Friday. We have fall break because hunting season started and no one would go anyway. I live in Utah, what else can I say. Anyway I spent the break not killing large animals with big guns but relaxing at home. I played my guitar and broke a string. I went to the local music store to pick up some strings. This place is really weird. Upon walking in the door you are confronted with a patio set that is not an any order and stacked with fake plants and a sprinkler head and random crap(none of which is for sale). Once you make it through the thrift store entrance, there are semi-normal music store things. There is a show floor with pianos and saxophones etc... and an old guy napping at his desk with a camouflage hat on (hunting season, again). I tiptoed past the old guy only to be confronted by his wife in the guitar section of the store. She turned around and I was there and she kind of jumped and made a whoop of sorts, they don't seem to have many customers I don't think she was used to seeing people in the store. I apologized and walked over to the guitar string rack, standing with my back to the woman. She had been making small talk up to this but then it turned even more awkward. She said "maybe I shouldn't tell you this but you look just like that murderer they picked up in salt lake that I saw on the news last night." I responded "oh?" what do you say when someone tells you you look like a mass murderer? I don't have a programmed response for that. She said (while I looked at her, baffled by her previous statement)"well not exactly his hair is bushier than yours." thanks lady, so now I have bushy hair. I left the lady after picking out my strings and went to pay the other guy in the store. This guy was wearing work boots with no socks, camouflage shorts(not the cool fashionable at all ones but the army-navy surplus kind. hunting season) and a shirt from the local middle school. I paid and left as quickly as I could so I could start marveling at these people's lives. Amazing

Sunday, September 30, 2007

It really did get pitched

So we came home tonight from some friends house tonight and Megan asks me if I knew where our BYU football tickets are (we got all-sports passes, and thus tickets to all the home games). We cleaned up for Mom and Dad, and a lot of things were out of place, in other words not on the coffee table where we always pile all our crap. I replied that I hadn't seen them since we cleaned up and immediately thought to myself, I hope they didn't get pitched like I always do when something is lost because I think it is funny.

We looked everywhere in our apartment, which didn't take very long, and didn't find them. We decided we would try to pray. We finished the prayer and looked around some more. Still unsucessful I got this feeling we should really look in the trash can. Fortunately for us we don't just have one trash can that just our garbage goes in, we have a dumpster that two different apartment complexes use. We got our battle gear: a stool out that Meg uses to reach things in our kitchen, a booklight because our flashlights batteries are dead, and a back stractcher to be used as an extended arm. We quickly ruled out some of the bags and got to the second level after some digging (around this time one of meg's friends from high school who I have never met shows up with a bag to throw away) we found our bag. Unfortunately it wasn't tied when it was put in the trash can so the contents were all in a pile loose in the dumpster. After some shuffling, sure enough we found our tickets, right there in the dumpster.

I never thought I would be so happy to be half-way into a dumpster. It was really funny. I would like to apologize for ever thinking mom was crazy for thinking things always got pitched becuase this time it was a reality.

Saturday, September 29, 2007

It snowed today. And it wasn't even pretty, fluffy, I'm-dreaming-of-a-white-Christmas snow; it was wet, dreary, you're-not-going-to-be-warm-again-until-April snow. Of course, when I left the house this morning, it wasn't really that cold outside; so I opted for the cute jacket rather than the warm jacket--which I really regretted on the long, cold walk home from school.

Just a random note--I don't know why I'm holding the camera (and really obviously holding the camera) in both pictures. Don't judge us for that.
Book Shelves-- Get it?
These are some of the projects we were able to accomplish during the summer. It was fun to make our house more homey. We are pretty impressed with ourselves and decided to share. The middle picture is what I decided to do to pay homage to my t-shirt collection. Janelle you should remember the flamingo shirt from our pre-move battle.

Friday, September 28, 2007

Lavell Edwards Staduium+one band guy+random girl=????

A strange situation at the BYU game last Saturday...
I was standing in line, waiting to buy food. The band was filing past, going to their seats in the stadium. Suddenly, this trupet player, in all his band uniform glory, stops a girl. Here is what happened:
Band guy: Racheal!*
Girl: Hi?
Band guy: It's me, Elder Jones*--
(Girl stares at him blankly)
Band guy: You don't remember me?
(Girl gives him an awkward, sorry smile)
Band guy: I served in your ward! I was Elder Roberts' companion!
Girl: Oh yeah...I thought you looked familiar.
Band guy:How are you??
Girl: Good...(awkward pause) Well, I have to go catch up with my friends.
Band guy: Great to see you!!!
Girl: Yeah, you too.
(They leave)
Guy in front of me: I felt awkward for he.
Other guy: Yeah. wow.

And it doesn't end there. A few minutes later, Mr. Band Guy walks back past me with another band man. I hear him, yet again:
Band Guy: That was the girl that all the missionaries had a crush on...

Wow. Go cougs.

*Names have been changed to protect awkward, bumbling band guys everywhere.

Thursday, September 27, 2007

I thought I should post something...

I decided it was time to post something on the blog....but then I realized I had nothing to post. I thought about sharing a really funny anecdote from my humanities class; but then I realized it wasn't really that funny. Then I thought about this thing my Shakespeare professor said--again, not funny. And I realized that English majors are really strange. We have "inside jokes" about Hamlet. We watch school house rock and, at age 20, totally love it (unpack your adjectives has been stuck in my head for days). We read for hours at night, then get together the next day to talk about it and create meaning from nothing. When we are mad at someone, as retaliation, we correct their grammar. We feel indulgent when we use elipses or dashes freely in informal writing. Honestly? So fellow English majors, here's to us--somewhat...

Sunday, September 23, 2007

We might not be so crazy afterall

Last night after a 25 point victory over Air Force. Megan and I went over to celebrate at some friends of our's house. They are the Schafers. Also known as the other Schafers. Doug and Jackie moved into our ward about six months ago, but Doug's brother Ben and his wife Whitney have been in the ward for a few years. Anyway we went and had some cake and played games with both Schafer families. It was assuring to me that my family is not the only slightly crazy, wacky family in the world. When they get together outside of church they are very loud, they sing ust about anything, and they quote movies from aristocats to zoolander. The guys also joingly flip each other off occasionly. Watching them interact with each other reminded me of my family and the crazy things we do when we are all together and the things we can all quote(have some chicken have some cottage cheese, sorry your mom blew up ricky, and hollywood mike miranda makes his second dramtic exit of the day.) We are wacky but it's the wacky things that make us who we are. I love my famliy and I wouldn't like them any other way than the way they are.

Sunday, September 16, 2007


I will freely admit that a lot of sundays church is good but not great. I always feel good, and I enjoy the social aspect of it, but at times I don't feel as edified as I feel I can and should be. Today was a reminder for me of how good it can be to go to church. The sacrament talks were by the bishop and his councelors. They spoke on time management and not running faster than we have strength. One thing that really stuck out to me is the fact that we are supposed to run, just not faster than we have srength. We as sons and daughters of God have a huge responsibility to get a lot of work done. We are stretched very thin at times, but that is part of the plan. Bro. Dunn said that when we have centered our life in Christ and are doing all that we can it is like we are running on a people mover like they have in the airports. We are outting forth the same effort and seeing more result from it. I really need the extra results in my life, I don't know about you. Sunday school was very spiritual as well. The Priesthood lesson was on marriage, and treating our wives as we should. I was reminded of a few things during the lesson. One is that my parents for as long as I can remember have done certain things upon returning home from work or other activities. They have alays made it a point to meet, usually in the kitchen right in front of everone and kiss (gross huh?) they also talk briefly about their days. I don't think this is a vain ritual, I feel it is an honest outward expression of their inner feelings and love for each other. Another thing I was reminded of was a couple from my mission. He worked in Orlando about 40 minutes away from home. He would call his wife who worked from home each day on the way home from work and talk to her the whole way home. He told us that he mentioned this to some friends at work and they responded by questioning why would you call her if you are just going to go home to her. He told them that he has to go to work to pay the bills and take care of his family but what he wants to be doing is spending time and talking to his wife. This is a lesson that has really hit home to me since returning home from my mission and getting married. I hope to be able to have the devotion to my wife as that dear brother did to his. I love Megan dearly. I am so glad to have the gospel in our lives and to be able to have an eternal marriage. It's so wonderful to have the spirt with you and helping you through the craziness that life so often throws our way.

Tuesday, September 4, 2007

Utah wishes it was California

Its true. Although the general attitude of utahns toward California is bad, they emulate California in many things. Let's talk about style. All the utah county boys look like surfers. Where can you surf here? Utah lake is gross oh and there are no waves because it is not an ocean. Nevertheless, pooka shells abound and bleached blond hairdoos and surf t-shirts are so Hott right now. Still, people find a way to go the beach, I don't know how that works but whatever. Food. They stole all kinds of ideas for food places from Cali. The newest one is a place called chadders. It looks exactly like in-n-out inside and out. It tastes similar and admittedly takes care, sort of, of those in-n-out cravings that come up inevitably. Its so similar they are getting sued by iin-n-out. Smart Cookie is another place. Diddy Reese-good cookies+50 cents=smart cookie. There is a fake tommy's burger, cleverly mamed tommies burger and styled like a shack. Pretty sneaky.

Utah your not california and that is okay, you have cheap rent and decent schools, beautiful mountains and a bunch of jocks who like to kill large animals with an array of weapons married to women with really poofy hair and too much make-up. You can only do so much. Accept what you are and stop pretending you are California

Thursday, August 30, 2007

I am really new at this

Thats about it. I decided to start a blog to record random crap I think about and my opinions about said crap