Many of you already know this, but part of being a good husband is building things when the need presents itself. Sometimes it's a fence, a house or a shelf to go in that house. Other times it can be a meal - building meals should happen three times a day, at least.
Because we live in an extremely small apartment there aren't really any building projects. And while I do cook on occasion, a mauch higher and more important duty was imposed upon me. Someone needed to build a gun. I, being the good husband I am, volunteered for the job. I assembled this little ditty below using a few household tools in the proper proportions.
I haven't named it yet, but feel free to leave a comment suggesting a name.
Over the twenty-six years of my life I haven’t met very many famous people, but every now and again I meet someone totally awesome and cool. This is a story about one of those instances.
Last October as Emi and I were leaving the U2 concert in Las Vegas, NV, we were cutting through hordes of people at high speeds, using our freakishly long legs. During our exit strategy, we quickly identified an ulterior route between giant semis and smaller cars.
Upon arriving at the end of the row of cars and semis we saw a hullabaloo going down and we knew It. Was. On.
We weren’t quite sure what was on but I quickly identified a man Bono referred to during the concert as “William Jefferson Clinton.” Yes, that’s right, less than 30 feet away from us was the infamous Bill Clinton. I yelled to him, “Hey Bill,” and waved in a “what’s-up-dude” way.
When I did this the second time Mr. Clinton looked over at Emi and I and proceeded to walk towards us. About five seconds later Bill shook our hands and told Emi he liked her Franz Ferdinand shirt. We chatted for a few seconds, I poked him in the chest and Emi asked if we could take a picture with him. He agreed, a secret service agent appeared out of nowhere and snapped a photo.
It turns out the camera was on video but luckily I was able to get this picture out of the video.
So over the past few months I've felt ashamed. Not because of BO, not because of pimples, not because of anything I'm normally ashamed of; I have been afflicted by shame because of my lack of blogging. For that reason I have ceased to read other blogs as well. I felt that my lack of sharing meant I wasn't worthy to read written words of my friends and family. In 2010 I have made several goals.... nay, RESOLUTIONS! One of these was to keep an updated blog. So watch out 2010. Here I come.
I think it’s fitting that my first blog be of my New Year’s activities. I woke up New Year’s Eve wondering what I would do that evening. No plans had been made and I was later contacted by a friend, Neal, who suggested we have an impromptu crab boil. So. We. Did.
After work, I went to Smiths, picked up an assortment of crab boil necessities and headed home to prepare.
It turned out terrific (even on such short notice) and needless to say, a good time was had by all. We also played some serious Catch Phrase and I didn’t suffer bodily injuries this time.
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