Twin

I have always heard that somewhere in the world there is a person who looks just like you. I had always been skeptical until I went to Guatemala and found a bunch of people who looked like people I knew from Hurricane...only more Guaty.

I have finally found my double. A guy I play ping-pong with keeps telling me I look just like this guy, so I finally looked him up. Picture me with like 60 more pounds of muscle and 4 inches taller. This is how I would look.




Josh Barnett

The latest thing

Here is the latest version of Meridy's Favorite Song. It is written in her own private key signature or something. It always loses something in the recording, so I decided to add some stuff to compensate. I added a wahwah section and a gverb (like unto reverb) section. I would have to say that those are definitely my two favorite effects, at least when I'm composing my own music. Just for fun, I've also included a link to something I think is terribly funny. It makes me laugh heartily, and usually I'm in tears by the end. There is just something about that show that cracks me up to this day. Just follow the links:

Meridy's Favorite Song

Prometheus and Bob (Warrin, this one's for you)

I was going for That mustache feeling.

Unfortunately, my mustache is less suave than the Tick's. The low point came today, when I shaved off the chin beard and left the mustache to stand on it's own merits. All in all I still have to consider my latest facial hair experiment a success.

Here is a slide show so you can see the whole story.

Make a Smilebox slideshow

"Some of your songs deserve better than tunafish."

Meridy said that to me as I was making up some weird lyrics to some song I was playing. I decided to see if I could write more serious lyrics. I hope the results are not too serious. Just follow the link:

My ode to Las Vegas.

Still Alive

Things are going great. Mer's been distracted, so I figured I'd have to post something to let you know we're still here. I recorded the music today.

The second one is an Ellie and Daddy original, created on the fly. Ellie came up with the title. I didn't have enough new pictures to make another slide show, so I kifed one of Mer's scrapbooks.

Make a Smilebox slideshow Make a Smilebox scrapbook

Shabby Chic Designs: Interesting discovery

I just noticed that if you pull up the shabby chic blog on firefox, it cuts off the url addresses for the blog backgrounds. However, if you pull it up in internet explorer, it works. For some reason firefox is not word-wrapping the addresses. Weird huh? So use internet explorer. If you ever have problems reading an address, please let me know. I'm sure I can get the correct one to you somehow. ;)

Don't forget to watch Will's B-day videos below. They are funny. ;) I started the post, and Nate finished it. So when I refer to myself in the post, I really didn't. Nate did.

Williams Birthday June 26, 2008

Party Games!



We don't really have a name for this one yet. Maybe, "Pour Water on Our Heads" would work.
Those are delicious cinnamon rolls made by Meridy. William liked the candle. He kept pretending to blow it out afterwards.

My House is Clean!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Well actually no. It is not clean at present. But it is still organized. Meaning that everything (nearly everything) has a home. I've actually been meaning to post this post forever. Since around the 14th of June when my house was organized and clean. So I will now proceed to paste and copy the original message that I started, and then finish it now:

In order for you to clap with the vigor and enthusiasm required at the news that my house is clean, you must see what my house looked like before. However, I think it best not to impede upon your good opinion of me. Still, to give you some idea of what it looked like, think of the houses you gaze in horror upon when you watch the show Clean Sweep or Mission Organization. Every room was its one little mountain of junk. You think I am joking? Good. Let's keep it that way. But please continue to clap with vigor.

How did it get like this??? I wondered that often as I cleaned. I realized that it goes back to childhood. If only I had listened to my most excellent mother, and cleaned my room, none of this would have happened. I am reminded of a time in my youth, actually it may have lasted until early college, when I would fill half of my queen sized bed with junk. Really. Like I would sleep on one half of the bed and books, pencils, papers, random pieces of jewelry, hair clips....really I could go on, but I'll stop. Anyway, all of these items would sleep on the other side. This means I that I have a creative personality, right?? (Please smile and nod. Thank you.) I could live quite happily like this for some time, until something in the back of my brain would snap and I would go on a cleaning tirade in my room. My joy at it's cleanliness was full, and yet, the cleanliness would only last for a bout a week. This was the beginning of the vicious cycle that used to occur at my own house, after I married Nathan (notice that I used the word "used", as in past tense. We'll get back to that.). It is different in one's house. When it was just my room, it was okay because I was only in my room at night time. When I continued this habit in my entire home, it became a nightmare.

Now adays we have truly repented. This was mostly spurred on by the fact that some men had to come and do repairs to almost our entire condo. There was no way in Kansas that they were going to be able to do that while we were a candidate for Clean Sweep. So the cleaning was absolutely mandatory. You know that whole, "compelled to be humble thing"? Well I had to be compelled to clean my house. Yes, sad it came to that I know. But I think this event will have lasting implications. We clean up after ourselves now (mostly, you'll notice up at the top that I said that my house wasn't currently clean). We set an alarm on our phone to ring at 9:oopm every night. This summons the great event of "clean up time". We even try to get Ellie involved by using a sticker chart, which worked great for potty training, but not cleaning so much. The point is that even though we are dependent upon a little noise, we get some productive cleaning done everyday. Nate is so sweet to help me in my deficiencies. We might even buy into "Clean up Saturday." We'll do some cleaning, but then have some fun.

So, yes, do raise up a cheer! We have conquered the monstrous mess!

Shabby Chic Designs: 4th of July

4th of July backgrounds are here!! Sorry it took so long. I might possibly make some more. I put them under the "Summer" category and plan to do some more brightly colored summery designs soon. (Check in a little after the 4th.)

Also the full screen backgrounds proved to be more finicky than I thought. I need to upgrade my photobucket account I think. I want to try it for free, but I don't want to do it just yet, as it involves getting a free trial period with an online music service, and Nate isn't ready to take full advantage of that yet. I let you know more about that when I know more ;)

Peach Sherbet

So Nate asked me to get twin pops at our local Walmart. Unfortunately for him, the public got wise and bought out the product. So we were stuck with a dilemma. Buy the expensive kind of popsicles that only come with eight in a box, go completely without frozen goods, or buy Good Value peach sherbet for $2.50. Well I'm sure you know that I bought the sherbet. I am not disappointed. First of all it comes in an attractive package, or at least more attractive than the cardboard gallon ice cream containers. Second, for cheap sherbet it tastes really good; refreshing and sweet. Thirdly, it is fat free and, therefore, more "guiltless". Now you all know that I am not usually an advocate for fat free, but what it lacks in fat, it makes up for in delicious sugar and therefore proves that I have not gone off the deep end. Fourth, and I saved the best for last, it is like having a tasty popsicle without the stick! Really, how many of you like the part in your popsicle devouring when you hit the popsicle stick. Frankly, I think popsicle sticks are disgusting. One moment you are eating a nice, refreshing popsicle and the next you are eating a soggy piece of wood. All the licks therafter are tainted with the tell-tale taste of popsicle stick. At this point in my popsicling I pass on the stick to Nathan to do the dirty work. Thank you, but I would like to eat my popsicles with a spoon.