OMSI

I got the opportunity to go to OMSI, which is, Oregon Museum of Science and Information maybe? Something like that. I could look it up I guess, but naw, I'll just be lazy. It was an absolute blast. The regular part of the place has mostly stuff for kids to do. There are tons of science examples to play with such as a table where you build a building to withstand an earthquake then you hit the start button and it shakes all over to test your design and tons of other stuff. The area that was really interesting to me however was the special presentation of Leonardo Da Vinci. Wow. It was amazing. He invented and tested so many things that affect our current way of life. A lot of people know he worked with flying machines, but he also created multiple versions of the self-propelled car, cranes, automatic hammers, he designed a city to better withstand the black plague, and even though he hated violence, he made many war machines including a tank. All his inventions are enough to keep one entertained but he also studied the human body extensively, and then there is always his painting. There has been a lot of investigating done on the mona lisa, and that is really interesting. I have never been enthralled with the thing like so many people are, but once I saw the a picture taken of it in infra-red with a 240,000,000 megapixel camera, it liked it way better. I'm definitely going to have to do some research into him, I'm sure it will make for a good read.

Come and Gone

Yesterday was the end of the 24th year of my life. Today is the first day of the 25th. What does being 24 mean? What symbolism of manhood does it grant? What step must I now take to reflect the new number that reflects the time I've spent on this here earth? Not a darn thing thats what. After hearing me complain about having to continue to have birthdays every year, a good friend told something that was really meaningful. He said "just because you grow older doesn't mean you have to grow up on the inside" which isn't to say I am going to be acting like a 23 year old when I'm fifty, heavens no, what it means is that I don't have to lose touch with who I am, with my youth as it were just because i continue to age. I had a wonderful year as far as birthdays are concerned. I got to celebrate it with my family, and my in-laws, and my wife threw me a surprise party with all of my friends. I think that I had the most fun ever, but I can't really remember all of them :) Thanks to all who made me feel loved this year.

What a weekend

Wow, okay here goes:
On Friday I was all stoked because I was going to spend the evening with my brother watching movies and just chillin'. I got home from work and my wife was already packing to go. She told me that a friend of mine, Phil, needed some help moving some sound equipment at church and had asked if I could run do that before going to my brothers house. We headed that way and before we got there my wife started trying to get me to go to the store for more ginger ale. She wasn't feeling too good so she wanted to get more, I told her to just wait we'd get more later. She was really upset and I couldn't figure out why she was being so silly. We got to the church and I parked around the side, but I didn't see Phil's car, I saw my brothers. I had called him to tell him I had to run by the church so I thought maybe he came to help move stuff so it would go faster. We went it and I was grabbed by a bunch of guys, luckily they didn't try anything funny or I would have had to kick all their butts at once :] Phil wasn't there and I asked what was going on and they all said they were there to help Phil. I thought that was fine so we started shootin hoops waiting for the man to get there. It was only a few minutes until he arrived and we just kept playing ball. After a little while I got pretty confused. I said "Whats going on here?" and they all said "Happy Birthday!!!". It was a surprise party set up for me by my wife. Looking back on the past week there were several times when I thought she was sure acting funny. When she basically urged me to spend the evening at my bros, when she laughed and though it was cute that he was so excited to watch a movie with me he kept texting me and so on. We had a great time, played 5 flags up, cone ball, ultimate football, basketball, ate pizza, drank soda, farted, a lot. It was good "man time". Afterwards, I went over to my buddy Shiloh's house and we stayed up until 2:30 playing video games. After that it was off to the inlaws to sleep for about 3 1/2 hours. I got up and went to my house to get ready for men's meeting which was at seven. After that I went over to my father-in-law's house and drug brush until lunch time. There were a lot of people over helping so it was more fun than usual, although I generally have a pretty good time. The only thing is, I was already sore from the previous night, staying up late playing physical games then sleeping 3 hours on the floor, so dragging brush made it worse. That and the fact that when I drag, I have this curious urge to drag the biggest piece I can find and not only take over to the pile, but pick it up over my head and throw it on top. Safe to say I was hurtin for certain. Last night I had a basketball game against a team that has beaten us twice already. I was still sore, but I had stretched a lot and felt as ready as I could be. It was a hard fought battle, they are big and skilled. We ended up losing again, but I personally had a great time. I got six points, which is good for me, and I didn't air ball the free throw like last game, yeah, that's right, I air balled a free throw. It was a long and glorious weekend filled with much merry making and bruise taking. Good times.

What is sad

Today is Friday, normally a good day. Tonight I am going over to my brothers house to watch a movie, Shooter, and that is going to be good. I am having lunch with my mom today, I don't have to make anything and she always brings lots, and that is good. Fridays are good days. So what is sad? Today my boss is getting surgery on his wrist, and everybody is just happy he's gone. It is sad that even with how good Fridays are, its even better without the boss. He is a good guy, but he just makes things difficult. Especially slow days. I hope his surgery goes good. Maybe he'll get more sleep and be less cranky. Lets hope.

little? no, BIG

I picked up a small rock, it caused an avalanche
I make a small spark, it destroyed a forest
One small clot, one life stealing heart attack
You never know the repercussions of your actions.

Goal Update

My goal for the end of January was sugar only once a week. A week is 24 hours long, right?