Pictures

I understand that some of you, for some reason, wanted to see what I looked like pregnant. Well here you go. Enjoy (Mike took these at the Saint George Temple)





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"But Jesus loves soda"

This weekend Kim drove down to Baltimore to Clint and Mayka's house to meet me as I was already in Bethesda presenting at the NIH. I also ran the Baltimore marathon which was fantastic (except for my time). Anyway, on the way home from the marathon I picked up a bottle of Cherry Coke for Clint and one for myself. After letting the Coke freeze for about an hour Clint and I sat down on the couch to enjoy the frosty libations. Riley immediately approached Clint on the couch and said "but, Dad, you're not supposed to drink soda." but he said it more in a beseeching as opposed to a chastising tone which indicates to me that he was saying "Hey, Dad, can I have sip?" Kim says I don't think before I say certain things and this was probably one of those times for I turned to Riley and said "But Jesus loves soda --- especially the black kind." You can imagine the look of confusion on Riley's face. So, Mayka, if you're reading this --- I'm sorry. I'll try not to use Jesus to undermine your parenting in the future. Next time I'll just say "Spiderman loves soda and gets his superpowers from drinking it."

Exiguous fortitude, adroit apophasis, and apposite trepidation (beat that Nick)

So I am here on the fifth floor in the Library and I got pretty tired of staring at the same accounting problem for the last fifteen minutes, so I decided to write on the blog. Now it wouldn't be that bad if I was working on the problem for the last fifteen minutes but simply staring at it for the last fifteen minutes (five of those were constructive staring) makes it seem pretty sad. But then again, that is another story. Then again, I can see being at the gates to the celestial kingdom and being asked one question and then entrance would be made. Problem: Make adjusting entries on the subsidiary ledgers for client X in the year 12/31/X4 assuming that the business already has 16,234 dollars of accounts receivable from the client and he has paid only 14, 285 of those accounts receivable...blah...blah...fvdvdfv;dfoajvjoreore9845trj... Sorry fell asleep. Well, if accounting is necessary to know in order to get to the celestial kingdom, then we must have to use it. And any place where you have to use this black magic must not be heaven. I will let all of you reason it out. So I am stuck listening to music such as "Ya got no reason" and "Will there be a second solution" by Living End and I have come to the conclusion that there will not be. My solutions are never the ones these professor have conived. Oh well.
Well, besides accounting, my dating life is about as successful (and interesting). Cool, huh. I gues I have to keep up the Tustison appeal. Play hard to get, or rather, can't get. Just kidding, (no but seriously). There is this girl at work that looks pretty cute and that my crew chief from summer term is trying to hook me up with. But there always seems to be so many obstacles; her shift from 3-7 and mine from 6-10 in the morning, her not facing me whenever I decide to talk to her, other people are always there (if you include her as being "other people"). Nah, but don't worry. I have been going over in my mind the whole situation and how it would occur if I did decide to talk to her. It'll end up being like a testimony (for those of you who have "planned" out your testimonies).
Also, to go along with all this. My career plans have changed. I am going to take over Marlae's job at IT services. I figured that if I work here long enough and maybe break Jason's and Eddie's record of school, I could outlive Marlae and begin the sweet job of asking if we need more extension cords and bringing kudo bars to the crew meetings. It'll be sweet.
Well, I appreciate all of you reading up until this point, and I must say that I invented the pity party. Peace Out and Good Night.