No shave November

The guys at Grand Canyon had a contest for No-shave November. Basically, we all went for most of November without shaving and then got awards for our beards, or lack of them. Although I didn't win any awards, I was pretty proud of myself for being able to grow a pretty good looking beard. Below are my before and after pictures.

Ya, I know. Amazing isn't it. I'm sorry about taking last week off, I was sick and on vacation. Between the two, there was no way anything was going to get done. But I'm back now, so you can all get back to your normal routines. Don't worry, it will never happen again. Unless it does. Sorry.

Tuesday, the day after Monday

In no way do I condone getting drunk. But this was all I could do on short notice. I may be nearly dead, but it just wouldn't be Tuesday without a picture. Have a happy Thanksgiving everyone.

Sick, but educational

I went home this weekend because I wasn't feeling well. While I was there, I left the power cord to my computer sitting on the living room floor. So, between now and sometime on Wednesday, when I will be going home for Thanksgiving, I only have whatever life is left on this battery. If I don't do much posting, I'm sure you will understand.

The doc says that he thinks I have bronchitis. Wahoo. I don't think I have ever had any cool forms of sickness before. It's usually just a cold, or the flu. As you can see above, I included a really nifty little picture to help visualize what I have. But bronchitis sounds pretty cool, right? Actually, it stinks. I can't breathe without pain, I have a nasty cough, my muscles are sore and my head is clogged up like the streets of Israel on Yom HaAtzmaut (look that one up on your own). Anyway, I feel down right awful. God is good to me as always though. I may not have to take one of the tests I was supposed to take this week. That would be awesome. Keep me in your prayers.

The best post ever

Well, yesterday I went to my first class this week. It was a lot of fun. Sometimes, I think school would be a lot better without the classes. I just wish this fantasy would come true. I'm really sorry that today's post pretty much blows. I have absolutely no inspiration. Maybe later on this afternoon I'll feel like writing. If I don't talk to ya'll again, have a great weekend and I'll see you on Monday.

Trashy Wednesday

I'm in a funk. I'm not quite sure what that means exactly, but then again, I'm not quite sure how I am feeling. You see, I don't feel bad, as in sick or in pain. I don't feel tired or sleepy. But I just don't feel right. It's almost like something bad is about to happen, or maybe I'm forgetting to do something important. You know that feeling you get sometimes, like a sixth sense? Well I've had it all week. And I don't like it, but I have no idea how to get rid of it. So if anyone has a bottle of funk remover lying around, could ya loan me some?

On to today's topic, trash. We have a lot of it in our room currently. The plan was to pile it in the corner and then take it out once it got too big. But then it got too big and nobody wanted to take it out. So now it just keeps getting bigger.



That Dunkin' Donuts box there in the corner, I think it has been there for about a month if not longer.


So now we have the dilemma of whether to go for a new record and pile up the trash until Christmas break, or should we make Jon take it out? It's going to be a tough decision. Maybe if we (and by we, I mean Jon) get rid of it, my funk will go too. Out with the trash and the funk, sounds like a good motto to me.

A web log

I can definitely remember this happening to my brother and I when we were little. We both swore it wasn't us. To this day, I still don't know which of us pooped. Happy Tuesday.

Today's special is to die for

On Sunday, we had our monthly SALT Bible study leader gathering. Each month we do a potluck dinner and then talk about stuff for about an hour. This month, the guys volunteered to cook the meal. At the last minute, most of our guys either decided not to come or told us they would be late or even right on time. But someone still had to prepare the meal. This left Scott and I to figure out how to fix dinner for 25 people. So we did what we had to do. We got domestic.

We made a chicken and vegetable pasta with alfredo sauce and buttered French bread on the side with pie for dessert. We had all four burners going at once, a pie in the oven and two loaves of bread toasting in the oven. We started off by boiling the dickens out of the pasta. Then we sautéed the veggies, which took forever because we overloaded the pan and didn't defrost the vegetables first. When the pasta finished boiling, we ripped up the chicken into little pieces and tossed them into the pasta before adding the veggies. Right before we were about to leave, we threw on the super hot alfredo sauce to keep everything warm. And let me tell you, that was some of the best pasta ever. I can't wait until I get my own place and can start cooking all the time...

Anyway, we only called our moms once while cooking, so we felt all grown up. Yay us. Chalk up another title on my list of roles. I am now a domestic male, fully capable of cooking a meal that won't kill you as soon as you eat it.