Danger: My (other) middle name

As some of you readers (assuming I have any) know, my wife and I are celebrating our 1st anniversary today. Huzzah! One year of marital bliss...I love her quite a bit. It's true.

As you may also know, the first anniversary is the "paper" anniversary. With this in mind, Chelsea gave me a copy of The Dangerous Book for Boys by Conn and Hal Iggulden. It's a pretty nifty publication that she heard about on Dr. Albert Mohler's radio program. It has also been featured in Time magazine, so Chase may know something of it.

The book is chock full of useful information and tips. It includes chapters titled "The Greatest Paper Airplane in the World," "Building a Treehouse," "Spies - Codes and Cyphers," "Girls," "The Ten Commandments," and several chapters of "Understanding Grammar." There's some pretty great stuff in there...I wish I had this book about 12 years ago. Though I have yet to peruse much of it, I've found some pretty valuable passages. Take, for example, this advice about girls:

If you see a girl in need of help -- unable to lift something, for example -- do not taunt her. Approach the object and greet her with a cheerful smile, while surreptitiously testing the weight of the object. If you find you can lift it, go ahead. If you can't, try sitting on it and engaging her in conversation.

When Babies Attack!

I had the privilege of seeing some good friends at the Miners game tonight. Thanks for being my friends...you know who you are.

Apparently, this little girl is on a big high-fivin' kick right now. I'm proud to say that I was on the receiving end of her first high-five-through-the-slot-in-a-box-office-window. It was pretty great.

During the game, our roving camera man got a great shot on the video board of Bekah on papa's lap. Attack of the 20-foot tall Bekah!

Thanks for all of your prayers.

Once upon a time...

...I had a blog. I'm pretty confident that this was it. The site accepted my user name and password, so I'll take that as confirmation. Maybe I'll start posting here more often as baseball season comes to a close. It's been an exhausting last few months, but I've had some great experiences. Hopefully I'll be able to utilize some of these experiences to get a job at some point. Hopefully that some point isn't far from this point.

Apple Inc. has found two more happy converts. We are enjoying our new Macbook. Incentive to blog more frequently? We'll see.

I like me some spring

I do. I'm really enjoying spring. The weather is more to my taste ("not frigid" is a pretty good description of my taste). I can open windows. It's refreshing.

My wife is enjoying the weather as well. Where my thumbs are pasty-pale, however, hers are green. She has done quite the fantastic job at beautifying our quaint (read: minuscule) backyard with myriad growing things. I took a few pictures..

More pictures to follow...eventually.

Along with these growing things, I like meat. Consequently, as a result, I recently fired up the grill that Chelsea and I received last year. My parental units came over and a good time was had by all...and good burgers were had by all...but most importantly, good burgers were had by me.

My Weber may not be all shiny and char-tastic, but it works for me.


Madly Hatter

Jabberwocky

`Twas brillig, and the slithy toves
Did gyre and gimble in the wabe:
All mimsy were the borogoves,
And the mome raths outgrabe.

"Beware the Jabberwock, my son!
The jaws that bite, the claws that catch!
Beware the Jubjub bird, and shun
The frumious Bandersnatch!"

He took his vorpal sword in hand:
Long time the manxome foe he sought --
So rested he by the Tumtum tree,
And stood awhile in thought.

And, as in uffish thought he stood,
The Jabberwock, with eyes of flame,
Came whiffling through the tulgey wood,
And burbled as it came!

One, two! One, two! And through and through
The vorpal blade went snicker-snack!
He left it dead, and with its head
He went galumphing back.

"And, has thou slain the Jabberwock?
Come to my arms, my beamish boy!
O frabjous day! Callooh! Callay!'
He chortled in his joy.

`Twas brillig, and the slithy toves
Did gyre and gimble in the wabe;
All mimsy were the borogoves,
And the mome raths outgrabe.


by Lewis Carroll

Run away or die

I saw a news blurb on this a couple months ago. Apparently, the powers that be decided that the sign indicating dangerous radiation was not explicit enough; wasn't getting the message across. Thus, they upgraded from this:

To this:

I'm glad that we've cleared this matter up.

So remember, always run away from skeletons when being bombarded with radiation.