If I could go back to college and study something different, I would study industrial design. Then I would graduate and design furniture, ipods, and cars like the one above. And we would all live happily ever after.
This past week, I’ve learned that you never know who might be reading your blog. I didn’t realize how much some people anticipate a fresh post. With that in mind, I will try to be a little more diligent.
As promised, I continue to go down the list of requested topics. Today brings us to my last camping trip. It was this last April. Jonah and I went to the annual Father and Son’s Camp Out for our church. It was only a one night trip, but we had a lot of fun.
We left on Friday afternoon around 5:00pm. The weather looked a bit ominous as we pulled away from the house. There were huge thunder clouds swirling in the sky above. I was hoping it would blow by because Jonah and I were so excited about the trip. As we drove 45 minutes to Water Mellon Park in the beautiful Shenandoah valley, the thunder clouds evaporated and blue skies appeared.
We set up tent next to our wonderful bishop and his sons. Jonah couldn’t wait to see his cousin, Soren. Those two ran around together as much as they could.
Audrey had packed us with Bratwurst, chips, drinks, and all the fixings for smores. Jonah and I had fun cooking these things over the camp fire. Jonah especially liked the smores. Audrey’s genius produced a Thermas of cold milk from our cooler. I enjoyed gulping it down after my third smore.
Later in the evening we all sang hymns together and celebrated the restoration of the priesthood. Jonah then volunteered me to help cook pancakes in the morning.
Jonah asked to go to bed around 10pm. The weather was perfect, not too cold, not too hot. We snuggled in our sleeping bags. I woke up around 6am to the sound of birds everywhere. Jonah was sound asleep. I actually had to wake him up for pancakes. This is highly unusual since Jonah is always the first one up in our family. We had the yummiest pancakes and sausage for breakfast. Jonah had seconds on everything.
It was a great experience. Next year I will bring Samuel with us. My rule is that you can’t go to the Father/Son’s Camp Out unless you are out of diapers! Oh and just so you all know- I prefer staying in a really nice hotel, eating food prepared by a chef, to camping any day!
During the course of my life, my family and friends have bestowed a variety of nick names upon me. Of course, none of these were self-selected names. I didn’t give my blessing on any of them. I just became known as these:
- El Suprimo: This was the first nick name given to me by my father. I think it is rather self explanatory. According to dad, I was given this name because I “took over” my parent’s lives. (and I was the supreme child of the three.)
- Woober: Not sure how, where, or why this name came to be. All I know is that my sister called me this for years (still does sometimes). It reminds me of a name for an old tattered blanket covered with boogers, that you just can’t throw away. (Cross between Woobi and Booger)
- Beaker: This name was bestowed upon me by my friends in high school. They gave it to me because they thought I resembled the Muppet character. Combine that with my rather large nose and you get BEAKer.
- GBOE- This name, pronounced Gee-Bo, was also given to me by my sister. She tends to call me this a lot lately. It stands for Greatest Brother on Earth. I’m not sure how this makes my younger brother feel but I like it.
- Man Toy- This one comes from Audrey. I think it’s a bit derogatory but I live up to it.
So there you have it. My nick names. But don’t forget the last one- BLACK SHEEP!
Ok. Below are the topics that I will be writing about in the next couple of weeks. Watch out folks, these are some riveting subjects! What a list!
- Family “nick names”
- My last camping trip
- If I could go back to college…what would I study?
- How Audrey and I met
- My obsession with Coca Cola in high school
- The story of my BFA show
- Why we only see one side of the moon
Famiy “nick names” will be my next post.
Ok, I know it’s been a couple of weeks since my last post. I’m also aware that I have been posting “lame” videos in the place of “real”, thoughtful writing. The problem is that 1.) I’ve been extremely busy and 2.) I’m having a bit of a creative dry-spell-a.k.a writer’s block. So I have decided that I will solicit from you, my faithful readers, topics that you would like to hear about. That’s right… you tell me what you want to hear about! (Stories, opinions, whatever.) Probably, most of you don’t want to hear what I think about anything… but on the off chance.. here are the rules:
- Keep it appropriate (I’m probably more outrageous than most of you, so this shouldn’t be a problem)
- I will tackle topics in the order I receive them in the comments to this post
- I will respond to all appropriate topics
Let the games begin….
Some of you are probably buzzing about American Idol and the battle of the Davids. (the fact that I know that the final two are named David, really bothers me.) I could care less. I think Idol is fixed. As a matter of fact, I pretty much detest most reality shows. Why? Because none of them are real. If you are going to call a show Survivor, I think you should throw a bunch of people on an island with nothing and see how long they can survive. The Biggest Loser is o.k. if you like watching people finally get their lives in order and finally start taking care of themselves. Most reality shows on VH1 are real. Real stupid that is. They show how idiotic people can be when they have too much alcohol and no common sense. (Rock of Love, Flavor of Love, Hogan knows Best…all terrible). I don’t mind some of the dance contest reality shows. Dancing with the Stars and So You Think You Can Dance would be a lot better if the judges weren’t so lame.
Now for my admission of guilt. There is one reality show that I am hooked on. The sad thing is that is was on MTV, the mother of all idiotic television networks. (The Hills, Sweet 16, and The Real World have got to be the worst shows ever produced. Other than Temptation Island and The Swan on FOX) This show was so sweet, I can’t wait for season two. I’m talking about America’s Favorite Dance Crew. That’s right people, I’m addicted to America’s Favorite Dance Crew.
I’m not sure if it was my fascination with break dancing in the 80’s (I remember me and my cousins Mark and Phil going to see Beatstreet (the movie) in the theater) or what. But I love the show. Of course, I cheered for the winning team, the JabbaWockeeZ. Check out this video from the show. So Fresh!
The boys and I had a great weekend together as mommy did the Avon Walk for Breast Cancer. We played at the park, played a little Wii, ran around, etc.. The youngest (Sam) is obsessed with Chick-Fil-A and so I took the boys there for dinner on Saturday. Every night before he goes to bed, Sam asks if we can go to the chicken sandwich Mecca. He always says, “Go to Chick-Fil-A? Go to Chick-Fil-A?” He repeats this over and over again until I say maybe.
I have to admit, I can see why he likes it so much. I’m not sure what they put in those chicken sandwiches, but they are as addictive as crack cocaine. The flavorful breaded exterior combined with the juicy chicken makes my mouth water just thinking about it. Chick-Fil-A has great shakes, yummy criss-cut fries, and a play place. What more could a 3-year-old boy want. Plus, they are closed on Sunday to allow their employees to go to church.
Its not great for a guy who is trying to cut weight so he can climb better on a bike, but hey.. You gotta love Chick-Fil-A
My wife and my sister (and several of their buddies) are doing the Avon walk for breast cancer this weekend. I wanted to take this momment, and space on the Black Sheep Blog, to wish them good luck and tell them both how proud I am of them. They have spent much time and money preparing for this 39-mile adventure.
They have formed a team that they call the “Boob Crew”, a name which I love for many reasons. They will be covered in head-to-toe with pink. They will walk and walk and walk and walk. At the end, they will feel tired and a huge sense of accomplishment for supporting such a worthy cause. So until they cross the finish line on Sunday…. All hail the Boob Crew.