I feel obligated to post something new tonight. That last post was pretty worthless and not very thought out.
so…
I already went there with this post, so lets go ahead and go there again…

• Tara and I went to a home taught geometry class together once a week. And I’m pretty sure that as Tara drove me there we would sing old hyms. We might have even switched some of the words in the songs with the word “Geom” which is what we lovingly called geometry.
• Jen and I have all of the My Little Buttercup dance from Three Amigos memorized and we have performed it many a times at camp.
• The main thing hindering my relationship with my brother-in-law Ben is that Jen committed dancing adultery with him and did the Buttercup dance with him instead of me as her partner. As of today I still have not forgiven him of the hurt it caused to my heart.
• (WARNING: I may have posted this thought before) As a kid I found brushing my teeth depressing in every way. You see, brushing your teeth is not something you can ever accomplish, you’ve got to do it two or three times every day for. the. rest. of. your. life. life. life. Talk about depressing!
• Up until I was like in Jr. High every time I went through a tunnel I’d hold my breath and wish for wisdom.
• Up until fifth grade or so I always asked my parents for a new Michael W. Smith cassette tape for Christmas…and, no, I’m not proud of this one.
• Up until recently I’ve always dreamed of getting some disease or disfiguring amputation where I could persevere through it faith still in tact and be a great example of faith in Jesus amidst suffering. More recently, however, I’ve decided that faith is overrated and I’d just like to live a quite, people free, money filled life (please know that I’m being very sarcastic. You see, Jess and I have decided to go into a field of ministry where you may or may not get paid for your work, where you have an 75ish% chance of failure, and where you are spending your time dealing with the messiness of life…God help us…no seriously.)
• Jess voiced it today and I think I agree: my blog needs some sprucing up. It’s a little bland don’t you think?
• When I was like 10 Tara and I buried a time capsule with our allowance and a few other trinkets as well as a metal box with some old antique records that my grandma had given us. We marked it with a stick and left it for posterity sake. Two weeks later when we went to dig it up, the stick had disappeared and we were unable to find our treasure. Amazingly enough four years ago Tara and I went and knocked on the door of our old house and asked its current owners if we could dig a whole in their yard to find out treasure. Surprisingly they said yes. And even more surprisingly we found our records! They were disgusting and moldy and we promptly through them away.

That’s all I’ve got for now. Peace out yo.