Today I finished my last mid-term exam. Spring break has officially started. I like to think that while I am in school I never have time to write on the blog because of how busy I am with homework and other very important school work, but the truth is that I have so much time I sometimes wonder how I never get things done.
Now that I don't have anymore excuses I can't keep putting off my blogging. I'm sure there are a lot of people out there who are counting on me for an interesting update on my very uninteresting life. Well, fret not...here we go.
A few weeks ago the Y chromosomal half of my family came up from Vegas for a baby blessing. They came up here late Friday night and spent the night at Audrey's house. Laura and I stayed at my in-law's house with the idea of hanging out with my fam the next day. My in-laws live a couple miles down the road from Audrey, you see, so it was very convenient.
On Saturday Laura and I met up with my father, my two brothers, my nephew, and Audrey (my sister). We sat around for a while. Then, we sat around for another little while. Finally, a little while later we got out the Wii and everyone watched me play a Cabellas hunting game. The picture that is included shows me with the rifle used to shoot the many deer that seemed to always be brave enough to run within 2 feet of me before I blew their brains out. I even nailed a little baby doe from like a billion yards away with a crossbow. You can tell that the people watching are enthralled by the unending amazement that I am providing. I am wearing camouflage, did you see that?
We had a lot of fun that day. For lunch we went to Tucanos, the very expensive Brazilian restaurant that leaves you feeling ripped off because you just ate $5 dollars worth of meat you wait 20 minutes to get and then pay more that 3 times that much...not including the dessert nobody ever gets.
Actually, that isn't true, most people eat way more than that, and it tastes pretty dang good. But it does make your burps taste nasty, and that is way uncool.
Now, on Saturday night we spent some time at my Uncle Kent's place. My grandma was in town and we wanted to see her before we went back up to Salt Lake.
While we were there we got to talking about brachymetatarsia, which is a disorder that, as it turns out, I have. Other names for this disorder are Morton's syndrome, Morton's toe, princess toe, freak'n weird, etc. It is when your second toe is longer than your first.
After a few minutes of chatting I made an comment that left my audience in a deep wonderment. "My second toe is longer than Laura's pinky finger." WHAT!!! NO WAY!!
Well, here is the proof:
Don't ever say I didn't do anything for you. Is that not the nastiest foot you have ever seen? Is Laura's hand really that red, or is my foot just really that white?
After my little demonstration the conversation slowly died because nobody could top that freaky phenomenon. I don't blame them, it is still hard for me to wrap my mind around it.
Just don't stare for too long...
lets move on.
It was St. Patrick's Day yesterday. I shaved off my beard and now I am sporting the molestache, yet again. Here is a picture of my St. Patty's day outfit:
A little creepy
And a little less creepy
Thank you, thank you, thank you...
Bye bye bye
:)
