Ridiculous facts

Three of us have Netflix memberships.

We have at least 2 FULL and COMPLETE sets of dishes, yet we only use trashy DI plates, the origin of which no one knows.

We tilled our garden this spring, but never planted it.

A man named Jesus took our mountain of junk (which we cleaned out of the garage when we moved in) to the dump in exchange for...well...contraband. 

Guilty pleasure: showering by candlelight.

We discovered that an unidentified Mexican had been sleeping on our couch for a few weeks only after he sleepwalked into our rooms in the middle of the night babbling about men who were trying to kill him.

We have more kitchen gadgets than you will get at your wedding reception no matter how many items you register.

We found a 4-slice toaster in a box in a suitcase under the basement stairs behind the refrigerator.

We use that toaster now instead of the toaster that came with the house or the one under my bed or the one upstairs...

We have an unopened, unused, brand new microwave...also under the basement stairs behind the refrigerator.

Our bathroom is bright purple.

Jon the fish has an unbreakable will to live.

There are secret doors in our attic. We don't know what's behind them.

Our swamp cooler doesn't work. We run it anyway.

Ridiculous.

The Fear of God > The Fear of Jory

Not very long ago, while serving together in the Provo UT LDS temple, my roommate approached me after we were finished and said: "Jory...I think I want to get a gym membership".

Now, in order to fully appreciate the import of such a statement, an appropriate amount of background must be given:

I have had a membership at Gold's Gym since August 2007. Throughout the duration of my membership, I have tried diligently in vain from the beginning to get this very very good friend of mine to work out with me. Literally almost every day I have said: "Tyler, you would really like it...and I could REALLY use a regular work-out partner". "Not a chance" has been his consistent reply, often cutting my rhetoric off in mid-sentence with his carefully constructed and perfectly polished realistic rebuttals. "I just can't afford it right now". "Whatever man" I would argue, "You make more money than I do-you just have to plan it into your budget" or, "just give plasma once per month and you could afford it. One time per month..." Unfortunately, up until this point, the only thing that Tyler was more afraid of then exercise was needles. Lucky for me, the only thing that Tyler is more afraid of then needles was me, and this time I had the Lord on my side.

So, now that the groundwork is laid, we return to our hero in the locker room of the Provo Temple.

"Tyler" I heavily sighed. "Now is not the time to toy with me. I don't want to joke around right now". Grabbing me by the shoulders and looking me square in the eye (luckily, I was standing on a step at the time), my old friend said to me: "No, dude" (he recently has started to say 'dude' a lot...I think he got it from his recent addiction to ABC's Lost. [I wouldn't know, because I am not really hip to the scene these days, I don't know what the kids are into])...he said. "I really mean it. That's all I could think about the whole time I was in there". I just eyed him warily, trying to figure out where he was going with this, and prepared myself for the worst. "Sure thing, Tyler" I casually said, brushing him off in a similar fashion as he had been brushing me off for all of these years. "Now outta my way...I have to get changed". "Jory...I'm serious". Not allowing myself to be disappointed, I rolled my eyes and walked by him to by stall where I finished changing.

"Do it right now". I said in the car on the way home. "Lets go the gym right now and get you signed up" (two can play at this game, I thought. We will see how serious he is...we will see). "Whoa, whoa whoa" he said. "Ha" I thought to myself. "Caught you". "Whats the most bare-boned, basic package that you can get?" He asked. I proceeded to instruct Tyler about the ins and outs of Gym membership options and various packages that you could choose from, all the while trying to maintain a "who cares" attitude. "OK, lets go" he said. I glared at him. How could he do this to me? What a cruel joke! Surely he knew what he was putting me through...getting my hopes up and all, and we had just spent the morning in the Temple, of all places! So, in our borrowed roommate's car (note that I mean a car which belongs not to us, but to our roommate, and not a car which belongs to a borrowed roommate) I hastily drove us (and I mean hastily. After all, if this was actually going to happen, I felt that I had a very limited window of opportunity in which to strike) up University Parkway to Gold's Gym (we actually attend the one on 9th east, but I know a guy who gave me a really good deal on my own membership who works at the one in Orem. If any haggling was to be effectively done, it would be done the best in Orem). Shaking my head in disbelief, I see the guy and motion him over half-heartily, for the first time allowing myself to even dare to hope. We exchange pleasantries for a few minutes, then we got down to business. After several minutes of light-to medium haggling, the man who at first inquired about the "most bare-bones inexpensive package available", walks out of the gym with a 2-year "VIP" membership, which includes a session with a personal trainer, and unlimited tanning. Don't bother to re-read that last sentence-you read it right. Unlimited Tanning. Tyler Smith. With a tan. All the time.

So that was two weeks ago. You are probably wondering how things have been going. Great! Tyler is doing terrific, and has gone with me every single morning, only missing last Saturday because of previous commitments. He is working hard and seems to be enjoying himself. My only complaint is being the appointed one to force-feed Protein shakes to him morning after mourning, a ritual which he affectionately refers to as "drink poison". Gosh . I feel like Harry Potter when he has to force Dumbledore to drink (as per his own instructions, mind you) an entire basin of potion in order to obtain the horcrux, so carefully concealed by he-who-must-not-be-named. But...you know that life is good when that is the only thing that you have to complain about.

Greenie

So I'm the new guy.

I feel like I'm the new character entering a foreign world, or the dude entering the show in it's second season. I'm Lando Calrissian joining the Rebel Alliance, Desmond Hume becoming a member of the Flight 815 survivors, Andy Bernard transferring to the Scranton Branch, Gullum/Smeagal offering to be a guide into Mordor, Buzz Lightyear trying to fit in with all the toys, J becoming a member of the M.I.B., Jake Sully replacing his twin brother by using his Avatar, Po the Panda training with the Furious Five, or Harry Potter learning the wizarding ways.

I've done the best I can so far. I bought the paint we used to paint downstairs. I have fallen in love with Betos food. I listen to as much jazz as I can stand. I plan everything with google calendars. I try to share as much food as I can. I'm practicing the different laughs that are common among these people here. I'm starting to glare at people more often. I even bought an iPod Touch so that I could fit in with all the guys!

But no matter what I do, I'm always one step behind.

Jory convinced Tyler to buy a Gold's Gym membership for the next two years. What the heck!?! I can't afford that right now after moving out, buying a tuba, and buying an iPod Touch! I don't even like exercise! Now they go every morning to go work out and then they come home and drink this nasty protein drink; all without me. I'll never never really fit in here. I'll always be that other roommate with the black and red room and the Slytherin outfit.

But you know what? I like it. I enjoy being in the background. I don't like being the spotlight all the time. I can kind of just sit back and enjoy the show. And trust me, there's plenty to witness in the House of Blues.

Bruce's (Employee at Western Farms) Last day on the job...

I have had the privilege of playing in the BYU Wind Symphony this last semester. I played Saxophone in the Wind Symphony for one semester back in 2007, and have been playing Clarinet in the Symphonic band ever since. This has been a great experience, getting to play with this group. It is really a terrific band, and we have a director who is awesome-Dr. Don Peterson. We were invited to be featured at the "CBDNA" (Why? Because we are Mormon and we love acronyms). The CBDNA stands for the "College band Deoxyribonucleic acid" [joke]. Ha ha ha, I just laughed at my own joke (which I need, apparently, as you [all] know, there will likely be a very very small sampling of people who will actually take the time to read this).

In all seriousness, "CBDNA" stands for the "College band director National association". Its one of those groups that with each name that you add to the title of the conference, you get more and more esoteric, until eventually nobody can be in it: "College...(OK, already cutting out a significant portion of the American Population)...band...(Now we are immediately narrowing this down. We take a group [college students] who are already more-or-less nerds in their own right, and select from amongthem the nerdiest nerds of them all [of which I am admittedly and happily one], the band kids)...directors...(need I say more? I really really want to, but I must hold back...basically you take these band kids [pardon the stigma]...and this is the guy [or girl]who is...their leader)...national association (they had to make it a national association because unless this was a national level group, they wouldn't have enough members for a significant meeting). Anyway, we were invited to perform for these guys in Reno, Nevada. Yeah. You take a sampling of all the "College Band Directors", and have us play for them. That makes us...well, I won't finish that sentence!

*sidenote*

I served my mission for my church, (The Church of Jesus Christ of Latter-day saints) in Tulsa, OK. For any of you that know me, I have many stories from my mission, many serious and sacred, and others of a lighter nature. I say this because I have seen, probably more than many, my share of weird, funny, random things.

Keep in mind that in addition to serving in rural Oklahoma, Arkansas, and Kansas, I am from a town in Wyoming that only has around 500 people (see: "Sidewalks and Streetlights" published on 24 November, 2009 in the highly popular and fadicious blog: "House of Blues" [5thand7th.blogspot.com] for more information) in it, and is often the subject of ridicule by those who are more learned or sophisticated than I.

With this in mind, we return to our Hero, who is at the time in question in the almost-backseat of the tour Bus.

So there we were, at a gas station in Reno, NV or thereabouts, and I am wandering around trying to find something to buy (not because I necessarily needed or wanted it, but because my friends had all gone inside, and they had given us each $60 to be spent at our own will). As it turns out, I was incredibly grateful for making that decision to "follow the crowd", for the following experience changed my life forever.

I found this:

Delighted, I obviously made my way straight to the front, and "demanded" to see the manager. The guy that I talked to looked at me and said dryly: "He is not here, besides that is something that you would have to take up with one of our distributors", to which I replied: "OK, is he here?"

He didn't find it quite as funny as I, but who ever does?

A plethora of painstakingly placed pieces of poetic prose.

We have adventures.

This may come as a surprise.

Some like them, some don't.

We realize this.

Yes

...

We really do. That's why we write this stuff down. We can accept it if people don't see the humor/appreciate the subtle references that we do, but for those that do, this is for you.

Pay attention.

It has definitely been a while since either Tyler or I have posted anything. Keep in mind that this is not a result of a shortage of wild and crazy experiences, for their have been many maniatic moments, mostly moments that most men may mistake for myths, as for their magniloquent messages and meanings (there you go, Tyler).

As far as unusual experiences go, there have been no shortage of them as of late in the House of Blues, as (2) which is more than (1), and infinitely more than (0) (which has been our previous track record) of our own have deserted us in search of a better life (whoso readeth, let him understand) with those of the opposite sex (both [2] of said persons have "interesting" stories concerning their "methods" of "espousal", about which entire blogs "might" be dedicated to in "hopes" of detailing the intricacies of their "own" "said" "stories" [note: that it is "said" stories, not "sad" stories...or is it?]). Upon losing the former (2) we have gained (2) and volumes could be written about those things which have subsequently transpired here in the House of Blues.

I will attempt to distract myself from writing about such topics at this time, and heretofore speak of other things, as perhaps the most exciting event ever has occurred, enabling me to entertain you even now (that is, through this post). This said event has quite possibly never come to pass despite our desperate attempts to disguise our disgust and discouragement with our constituents (that is to say, our "friends"). In all of our efforts to bring the joy which we find in the little things on a daily basis to you, by documenting our various adventures and doings, we don't think that we have ever had an experience such as this. "What experience could this be?" The loyal fan may ask. "Why, after experiences such as 'The Human Squeegee', 'Impromptu Cheese Party', 'Tyler Screams for Ice Cream', and many others, what could possibly happen to these zany characters which tops all others?"

I'll tell you what it was.

Somebody actually read our blog.

...

Yeah.

I know.

...and whats more...they liked it.

I know, I am as surprised as you.

Oops, I did it again. And again, and again...

Remember this post about ice cream? That was the time I ate five ice cream cones. Well, we went back to Doc's to have some more of their cardboard-like pizza.

Naturally, by the time I was finishing my first ice cream cone, visions of four more (or maybe five more this time) were dancing in my head. It was at this point that someone spotted a big sign behind the pizza counter that read something like, "One soft serve ice cream cone included with the purchase of the buffet."

Now, I consider myself to be an honest person. I promise that I didn't see that sign before. I didn't. So, I don't feel too bad about my little binge. I didn't eat more than one this time, for the record.

Let this be a warning to you all. When you are selecting your buffets, make sure to go to one that has endless dessert.

Sidewalks and Streetlights

I am from a very small town. Very small. 500 People, give or take. Let me give you a little taste of what I am talking about. I just completed the trek from "The city that never sleeps" (Provo) to Cowley "The city that has more Simmons and Godfreys than it does Gas Stations.". This summer, I returned home to Cowley for a little under 2 months and worked in a Bentonite mine (for more information about bentonite, check out http://www.cetco.com/). During the time that I spent here, the main street in town was completely torn up. They had heavy road construction going on for months. I forgot about this, and expected to see Cowley as I had always known and loved it when I pulled in late last night.

What I saw took my breath away.

To get to my house, you simply take your very first left as you come into town, and we are the first house on the right, after you go past the lumberyard. However, I was so enraptured in the beauty of the new additions to my town, that I drove the entire main street just enjoyed how nice everything looked. Granted, Main street goes on for less than a mile, but still I enjoyed every second.

It took me almost to the very end of the town to figure out why everything looked so good. Not only did we have a new beautifully paved highway, but I also noticed that for the first time, we had sidewalks and streetlights the entire length of Main Street. Imagine that! A sidewalk right by my house, and classy streetlights to boot!

Home will never quite be the same.

Yeehaw!!!

One day Jory had to transcribe some fiddle music for a class (or something like that). His homework is so much easier than mine. He just has to watch YouTube clips of musicians all day. In his defense, he actually has to study music, so I guess it's all right. Anyway, he said, "Tyler, come in here." I went. He showed me a video of some guys playing this song. Then we just played it. Random. Cool.

I scream...you scream...Tyler screams for ice cream!

This last Saturday night was a night of revisiting and creating old and new memories for me. Tyler and I were naturally hungry (we being men, and surely hadn't eaten anything for over an hour), and we set off to see what the city that never sleeps had to offer (it being only 8:00) by way of gluttony. Our destination: A little place called Doc's Pizza.

http://www.docspizzabuffet.zoomshare.com/

Doc's Pizza is a little place off of University Parkway in Orem. It is remarkably similar to another popular pizza buffet chain that I am fairly well acquainted with called CiCi's pizza that we frequently dined at on my mission in Tulsa Oklahoma. I have heard rumors that there is one, or there are plans for one in Utah.

http://www.cicispizza.com/_template.php

A lot has changed since I last ate there. Back in the glory days (as a freshman before my mission) we frequented the buffet for its incredibly reasonably prices. $4 per adult! It was almost too good to be true! We probably spent more on pizza than we did on tuition, and even more on gym memberships to counteract the effects of the pizza. Not much has changed in that department, besides the fact that tuition has gone up. Luckily, so has the price of the pizza. Would you believe me if I said that the current price is $6? Granted, that does include salad, bottomless soda, and ice cream...

...segue...

We finish our meal-It was great, by the way, that hasn't changed. They do charge you a dollar now if you leave any food on your plate at the end, which is definitely ghetto. It makes sense though, as a freshman we used to go in and pile all of our crusts on a napkin in the middle of the table, and we would leave with an enormous pile of crusts spilling all over the booth, so I guess I can't complain too much... Anyway, we finish our meal, and Tyler says: "Are you going to get more pizza, or what"? To which I replied: "Nah, lets get some ice cream".

"No thanks" said Tyler, while Doc's breathed a collective sigh of relief. "I don't really feel like ice cream". "Pffffft. What do you mean you don't feel like ice cream"? I countered. "its free"!

Long story short, I of course prevail and Tyler saunters back over to the table with a tall ice cream cone in one hand, and an empty cone in the other". "I really like cones" he said.

As it turns out, thats not all that he liked.

Over the next 15 minutes, my friend who "didn't feel like ice cream" returned not once, but four times to the ice cream machine.

We may or may not be welcome back.

The human squeegee

Tonight Jory and I had to run to the store to grab some punch for the ward fireside. It rained earlier today, so the windows on my car were wet. We were pulling out of the driveway when I noticed that I couldn't see out of my rear window because it was all covered in water and condensation.

"I'll go wipe it off," said Jory.

"Ok, but not with your body", I responded.

What I meant was that I didn't want Jory to inconvenience himself by using his hands or sleeves to wipe off my car. (He is known for scraping off frost and snow with his credit card.) That was what I meant. Jory saw this poorly worded comment as the perfect opportunity to be ridiculous.

I shook my head as I watched Jory jump repeatedly, belly flopping onto the rear window of my car and slowly sliding off. He effectively used his hoodie (and his entire body) to wipe off the window. Good work, Jory. And good laughs.

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Impromptu cheese party

Take a good, long look at that picture. If I had any say in what Heaven will be like, this would be my first proposal.

For about a year now, I've been telling people how much I want to throw a cheese party. I've talked about fine cheeses, grape juice, tuxedos, and live music. I haven't actually done anything about it, though.


Tonight, the planets aligned. That's the only explanation I can think of. There I was, standing there in our dirty downstairs kitchen. I was dressed in my pajamas and still recovering from a nasty case of the flu. This is when I realized that I have everything I need (minus the music and the tux). I turned to Jory (who is always standing somewhere in my immediate vicinity when I get these kinds of epiphanies) and told him to close his eyes. I did some digging and found two chocolate covered strawberries in our fridge and a tube of Ritz crackers in my bedroom. He was delighted. These extra goodies perfectly complemented the three cheeses (that were neither cheddar NOR american) that we happened to have in our fridge and the jar of fresh, home-made grape juice my mom dropped off today.


I apologize to those to whom I have long promised a cheese party. This one just kind of happened.


Also, I think there needs to be qualifications for attending such a party. I used to assume that everyone could appreciate cheese. My naive dreams were crushed when I shared a piece of Gouda cheese with Jon this evening. He said, "It tastes just like cheddar."

"Thou Shalt not Covet"

I am a firm believer in the Ten Commandments, but what did Moses know about iPods? I don't imagine that Aaron had a second generation iTouch that he was constantly waving in front of Moses' face. Surely the children of Israel wouldn't have had to wander in the wilderness for 40 years if they had had the Google Earth or mapquest application to tell them how to get to the promised land. Maybe they wouldn't have had such a problem with the food that the Lord provided for them if they had been able to google: "101 mouth-watering manna meals: how to convert your food from God to food for Gods". Would wandering in the wilderness really have been that bad if the Children of Israel could have played guitar hero every night to Psalm 118? No way, life couldn't have been better. Obviously since Moses had never known about iPod Touches, there was no way that he would have (note it is would have, not could have) included the 2nd Generation iPod Touch in this command to not covet anything that is our neighbors, right?

Tyler, my roommate, has but one fault. He actually has an iPod touch. Yeah. He has his own. I know what you are thinking: how is that a fault? Simple: Tyler in having this iPod causes me to commit sin. Not on purpose, of course. He is like a beautiful women. Its not her fault that she is pretty, but what happens to guys when we see beautiful women? We lose our minds! Not that we need them (our minds) when dealing with gorgeous girls or any girl for that matter, for any "well-thought-out" decision that seems logical to us will surely not make any sense to the female mind. Unfortunately for us, there is currently no iPod app available for purchase that we can download that will help us with this problem. The trouble is, it would have to be written by a Female, and that would never work, because by the time the program was written she would have changed her mind and would have to re-write the application, thus making it out-dated before it was even dated (pardon the dating pun).

I digress.

What is a guy to do? Not only do I have girl problems, but I have Tyler practically prancing around with his iPod. I look over at him right now, and I can't help but admire the way the light pleasantly plays off of his face from his Fireplace app (it actually emits real heat!). Its like this every day. If he isn't listening to classic Disney soundtracks and singing along with them at the top of his lungs, he is challenging us to Guitar Hero right in the palm of his hand. Doesn't he know what he is doing to us all? Does he ever stop to think that maybe, just maybe we don't all have access to pointless little games and applications right at our fingertips? I mean sure, I have a "computer" oh yeah. Reeeall cool. Yeah, I have "musical instruments". Sure, I can listen to music on an iPod "classic". But why should I have to? Who wants to play games on a big fancy 17 inch screen when they could be playing on one that is 3.5"? Why should I waste my time with a $3000 saxophone when I could be using the ocarina app? And who wants to carry around a device that is -get this- 3/4 of a centimeter wide, when I could be carrying one that is 8 mm thin! What do they think that I am, made of pocket space? Now I look back at him, and his once pleasing bone structure under the flickering light of the fireplace looks more sinister than sweet, more fiendish than friendly.

Could life have gotten worse?


"Jory, guess what I bought today?"
Things got worse.

"Jon, if it is an iPod touch, I hate you".

"hate away, my friend".

How dare he call me a friend. Doesn't he know what he was doing to me? The agony that I go through every single minute of every single day, when at every turn, something reminds me of Tyler, and in turn that reminds me that I don't have what he has? I go to a wooded area on campus to be alone, to be away from technology, until I realize that everywhere around me there are things that are not straight like a stick, but are in fact, sticks, and what do I think of? Tyler. I see statues, and I hug them because I know that they don't have iPods and I hug them for this very reason and what happens? They don't hug back. They just stand there cold and heartless, completely devoid (not to mention incapable) of emotion, not returning the hug. What do I think of? Tyler. And then? iPods. I don't have one. Tyler does. I don't. Tyler does.

Now Jon has one too?

Knowing that life would be unbearable from henceforth and forever without a precious to call my own, I did the only thing that I could do. I logged on to eBaY and weighed my options. Should I hold out for a 16 gig, or could I really do without it? Did I really need to be able to fit 8,000 more songs? No. besides, the 8 gig came with free shipping. As fast as anyone has ever double-clicked a mouse before, I clicked. I triple clicked. I clicked as fast as my stubby fingers could go, and I bought that iPod, darn it. I bought it real good.

Take that, Jon.

...ring...ring...

"Hey Jon, guess what I bought"? I said, smugly, very surely satisfied with myself.

"...<laughter>..."


"...Jory, now would be a good time to tell you that I didn't buy an iPod, I bought a book..."

...

Jon obviously has more faults than Tyler.

Roommate prank

Okay, this is old material, but I think it deserves to be revisited. This is a post from my personal blog about one of the most successful tricks of our friend Jory.

A friend of mine likes to laugh. Often, this occurs at the expense of others, but mostly in ways that don't offend. To protect the innocent, I will call this friend "Jory" and the victim in this particular story "Matt."

Matt came home excited. He had obtained a girl's phone number that day (we'll call her "Becca"). Not only that, but he had convinced her to enter his name in her address book as "Sexy Matt." She sent a text message to confirm the number: "Hey sexy!"

Naturally, Matt was anxious to show Jory this text message, as it provided concrete evidence of his manliness and expert ways with the ladies. After bragging about his feat, Matt decided to take a shower. This was the worst possible move he could have made at a moment like this in a story like this (one involving Jory). Immediately, Jory grabbed Matt's phone, which had been placed carelessly on the dresser in plain sight, found his own number in Matt's address book, and changed out his name for Becca's. Now when he sent a text to Matt, Becca's name would be displayed.

Thus began the prank. The details are many and hilarious, but let it suffice to say that Jory played well the role of "creepy stalker girl." He sent all kinds of personal and flirtatious messages, including invitations to hang out and even an offer to kiss. Perhaps the creepiest text of all was this picture of Matt's bed with the words, "I like the planets..."

Jory was having too much fun to keep this devilish trick to himself, and he called me the morning after this all began to inform me. He then proceeded to keep me updated via email throughout the day. I was enjoying this at least as much as Jory was, so I decided to do my homework at Jory's house that evening so I could be there when Matt got home.

It was well worth the sacrifice (I knew going in that I would not actually be doing homework at Jory's house because that's impossible). Matt came home in quite a huff. He said, "Guys, I don't know what to do. A crazy girl has been texting me all day and she is being WAY too forward." Then, turning to Jory, he said, "Jory, have you been home today? I have to know--did you let her into our apartment, because she's been in my room!" It was all I could do to keep from laughing my head off.

It was true. Despite the blatant forwardness of the messages and the inclusion of information that only Jory could know, Matt had not even suspected a hoax. After a few minutes of agony for Matt and fun for us, Jory revealed his secret. Matt was silent for at least two full minutes. His first words were, "Jory, I'm not sure whether to hate you right now or congratulate you."

It was the perfect prank.

The Spider

So, you won't believe what just happened, in fact, I don't know if I believe it, hahaha... I'm still under the influence of my nap... but, ok, this is the story.... I was taking a really nice nap, one of those rare ones that you really enjoy and don't wake up with a head ache (those are my favorite)... and I went to the bathroom, and guess what I saw???? a SPIDER, right there staring at me, it's like it knew me, of course it did! it lived in our bathroom, there's no way it didn't know us, uhhh!

So, I grabbed a hair spray to smash the spider with it, and as soon as I approached to smash it, it ran and hided in Matt's toiletry bag, big mistake! Of course I was still kind of sleeping, so I wasn't sure if what I had seen was my imagination or reality. So, I decided to visit Matt in his room (which is located right next to the bathroom, very convenient of course) and told him what I had seen. So, we both ran to the bathroom, and he wanted to make sure there was no spider in his stuff, I immediately told him I wasn't sure if the whole thing was product of my nap, but he went ahead and took his toiletry bag, lifted it and... there it was, again that same spider, staring at us, ohhh no!!! Matt in a desperate voiced yelled for Tyler, the spider exterminator (a.k.a. our other roommate) to come and help. Well, to not make the story long and boring, Tyler saved the House of Blues from the spider that lived in our bathroom and habitated in Matt's toiletry bag; Matt, expressed many times his concern about other poisonous spiders perhaps living in the house; and I, mmm... I had a great time scaring Matt and Tyler couple times, hahaaha....

You know, I think that if Jon had been here, because he loves spider man, he would have wanted the spider to bite him, so that he could get spiderous mutant powers, I thing he would've liked that, hehehehe.... but, oh well, probably he would just have said "aaaahhhhhhhhh...hhhhaa!!!!" some couple times, hehehehe...

Well, this was my fisrt and not last contribution to this blog, I hope you guys enjoy!!!! ahhhhhh.....hhhhhhaaa!!!

Bountiful garden delights

I had hoped this blog might start by chronicling our effort to turn this dumpy little house into a college student castle, but I figure we've got to start somewhere.

Earlier this summer we started a garden. We went to Home Depot to get the wood we needed to build some grow boxes, then got some soil from my dad. We planted sunflowers, corn, beans, peas, cucumber, squash, and zucchini. Lots and lots of zucchini. The average zucchini plant produces enough fruit to supply a family of six with steamed vegetables and zucchini bread for an entire summer with enough surplus to feed the neighbors. We are growing eight of them.

Jon hates the zucchini plants because they are growing fast and overtaking the peas. I like them because they're incredible. I mean, who else has eight zucchini plants? Needless to say, we are giving them away constantly to keep up with the supply. Additionally, I set a goal to eat one squash and one zucchini per day. This, it turns out, is harder than I thought. Here are the leftovers from my first attempt.


If you like zucchini, please stop by. So far, I've offered a piece to an exchange professor from China and a homeless guy. These were just random people walking by our garden. Imagine what you might come away with if we actually know who you are!

In the meantime, if you have any good recipes for zucchini, please leave a comment.