Lessons For a Life Long Marriage

I recently attended a 50th wedding anniversary for a couple. As we mingled among the crowd I spotted the husband and went to congratulate him. Of course, the only intelligent thing I could think to ask him was the same thing everyone else was asking him. How did you make it 50 years? His answer, "We never argued." I said, "yeah, seriously, how did you do it." He said, "No Seriously." and he proceeded to tell me this story. The day of their wedding he had prepared a horse and buggy to rid them off into the sunset after the wedding ceremony was over. The wedding came and went and they hopped into the buggy to drive off. He grabbed the reigns and they began down the road. After a few feet, the horse stopped. His wife got down from the buggy and walked in front of the horse. She said, "thats one!" She got back up and the horse started forward again but then stopped. Again, his wife got down in front of the horse and said, "thats two!" Again, the horse continued for a short distance and then stopped. This time when the wife got down she said, "thats three!" She pulled out a pistol and shot the horse dead. He said he was mortified! He began yelling and screaming at her. She looked up at him and softly said, "Hunny, thats one..." He said from that day on, they never had another argument.

Workin' Hard and Slupin' Chai...

Today is one of those days that seems to never end. Once I hit 12pm I became a zombie. On the flipside, I am tottally digging my new merino wool sweater. It was worth every dime... Hopefully, it doesn't shrink when I wash it or bleed and dye all of my other clothes maroon.

Everyone should buy a maroon merino wool sweater for christmas.

Later Folks!

Mices, Sugar Faries, and 4 yr olds...

So yesterday a friend told Mandy that she had two extra tickets to Ballet Idaho's production of the Nutcracker. Naturally, being the intelligent, sophisticated people we are, we chose to join them.

We enjoyed the production(at least the first half) of the show very much. The dancer's were very talented and the sets were elaborate enough. We sat in the middle rear of the balcony, but there really wasn't a bad seat in the house. Little did I realize that I was surrounded by little girls sitting on all sides of me. They were mesmerized by the "little mices" as the referred to them and the Rat King. Well if you know the story, you know the "little mices" aren't coming back after the Rat King is dead. Nevertheless, every two minutes this little girl kept asking her mom when the "little mices" were coming back. It was a quiet ask. It was a, I have to talk over the music to hear myself ask. What made it so comical was the mother kept "shushing" her daughter and every time the daughter would whisper in this raspy voice the same question but her whisper was louder than her normal voice! Ah.. the tickets were free, what can I say?

I did have a few observations while I was there. First, either the nutcracker was seriously "endowed" more than anyone on this planet or he forgot that folded up socks either go in a drawer or on the feet, not in the pants... Seriously, it's not natural. Get real man.. But what do you expect from a guy that has butt cheek implants and wears tights for a living. I never want to see another man in tights for as long as I live... So that little girl behind me got me thinking, she was asking her mom what they call male ballerina's and her mom didn't know. Neither do I. What do they call those guys? Ballerino's? Ballerinist's? If it was up to me, I'd just call em' weird.

Later Folks.

A Few Pictures for the birthday party last week.

All's Well That Ends Finals...

I don't think I have ever studied so much and slept so little for finals week before. Actually, I slept more than the average student and easily coasted through finals. If anyone ever wants to argue the morality of wealth and distribution or virtue theory let me know. I liked ethics interestingly enough... I think anyone who cheats in ethics class ultimately fails regardless of the grade they get in the class. I love the irony of that though, it cracks me up. Well I can say that I have taken my final winter final I will ever take in my undergraduate career. Boy, that feels good. My beautiful wife is still going to classes up until the 21st. Don't feel to bad for her, her clinicals are over with until next semester so she only goes to class twice a week. Later Folks.

Birthdays & Finals....

Birthday's and Finals... A horrible combo. It seems that I have have seen the last of winter finals. For now. Really, I think that having 3 Finals in one day should be a crime. It actuality, its more like a favor. I only have one left and I probably spent an hour total studying for all three. The motivation to do anything for school has now dwindled to a mere glow. No one wants to be stuck in a classroom when they could be out throwing snow at a spouse or younger sibling.

It snowed today. I went to the gym at 5, and there was nothing but frigid air. I got out of the gym at 6 and it just barely started to snow. By the time I left for school everything was coated with about an half of an inch of snow. It has never taken me so much time to get to school. It was ridiculous! Everyone was slipping and sliding and riding my tale like I should be driving the speed limit on a sheet of ice. Yeah, that's why Idaho's know for their potatoes not intelligence...

So my wife stole my phone and called my friends and threw a pretty decent party for me. A good time was had by all. If you werent there, you should have been, we had plenty of cake to spare.

I have a final in 30 mins and I need to cram real quick. Later Folks.