This was a monstrously sloppy game after the 1st quarter. I suppose the positive spin you can put on it is that much can be learned from the mistakes that were made and Graham Harrell continued his assault on the records books with 536 yards passing… jumping from 35 to 18 on the all-time career yardage list.
Saturday night my parents took Katie and I to see I Love You, You’re Perfect, Now Change at the Greater Lewisville Community Theatre. They had been talking about it about a month or so ago and mentioned it to us. Then they offered to take Katie and I out to dinner before and that sealed the deal for us. We are both really glad they invited us, it was great. It was rated PG-13 for language and just like most action movies they managed to use the one instance of the F-word in a very strategic, and completely hilarious, situation. If any of you have a chance to see it then I would highly recommend that you do. Guys, be forewarned, it is a musical. However, it is totally worth it. You will cry laughing at some points.
After Katie and I got home from dinner tonight I thought it might be a good idea to go through some of my stuff in the office. I was not prepared for what I would find. I came across a CD of work I had completed for a web design or graphics class I took my senior year of high school. Talk about blast from the past. To cease the delay and let you guys have a great chance to make fun of me, here it is in all it’s glory, my final semester project:
Disclaimer: The only things I changed were some spelling and grammatical errors. Everything else was as I originally formatted it almost 10 years ago.
Little Girl to Dad: “Daddy, you need to get married again so that I can have a new step-mom.”
…so I guess you need more than one?
Tags: OverheardToday I just had one of those weird flashback moments. You know how sometimes you are driving while listening to the radio and you hear a song that, Boom, takes you back to a very specific time in your life or place where you first heard it? Well, that kind of happened to me today, except it was with food and not music.
Katie had made me lunch and while I was munching and watching a DVR’d episode of Man vs. Wild, the one where Bear gets stung in the face by a bee and his whole head swells up, I ate some Cooler Ranch Doritos and I had one of those flashback moments. I was magically transported back to elementary school. One of the summers of elementary school to be exact.
When I lived in California for the second time I distinctly remember my Mom putting me in summer school. I can’t recall exactly why, but I’m pretty sure it wasn’t because I needed to get caught up in anything. Well, during recess they always had some concession stand open, or something close, and Mom would give us some change or a dollar once in a while and I always got myself a bag of Cooler Ranch Doritos or a Bomb Pop.
So there ya go. I was 7 or 8 years old again today while eating lunch.
Tags: Family, History, RandomThis was Operation Organize Garage. I was able to recruit my Dad for OOG. The main purpose of the project was to build shelving on a ledge next to the water heater. I used all materials that I already had. These were either left at the house when the old tenants moved out or they were scraps that I kept after finishing Poker Table #2. We made three new shelves out of the center piece that was left over from having cut the 4″ bumper or railing that I put on the top of my poker table. The crescent shaped supports were the rounded off corners that were left from cutting the 4′x8′ sheets of plywood for the poker table.
When my Dad showed up he had a 3′x6′ piece of pegboard that was left over from one of his garage projects. What we had to do here was cut out seven pieces of scrap wood in 3″x3″ squares to go directly into the studs. Then we secured the pegboard onto those scraps. The reason for this is to give some distance between the wall and the pegboard so that you can put in pegs without having to tear up the wall from jamming those pegs in. The rest, they say, “Is history.”
I have this as proof to Mike that the dartboard he got me as a groomsman’s gift from his wedding over a year and a half ago is getting some use. I did the proper measurements to make sure that the bullseye is the regulation 5′8″ off the floor. We then marked the distance you have to stand away from the board for throwing the darts at both 7′9 1/4″ and 8′ since both distances were in the instructions.
