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The Ugly Second Toe
Ah, this picture pretty much says it all! All my life I have been a victim of the "bossy toe". My second toe takes away all the glory and prestige of my "big toe." It's just not right; a toe should not be that long.
Luckily, when I'm feeling down and blue about not being able to wear a certain shoe because my toe won't allow such a fashion choice, I remember there is someone out there who shares my pain.....my sister Heather.
Tyler and I went to Gurnee, Illinois (a suburb of Chicago) last month to visit my sister, Heather, and her family. While there we went shoe shopping and got the giggles as to how ugly our feet were. The lady working at the Famous Footwear store tried to convince us that our feet weren't THAT unusual looking. So, we snapped a quick picture of our not-so-unusual feet side by side. This picture confirms it though, we do indeed have ugly feet.
So....who's is uglier? Hers or mine? The left or the right? Heather's foot is on the left, mine is on the right. At least I don't suffer alone!
Trampoline Face
Tyler here, hi-jacking the family blog. Ahhh, just like old times. I feel like the newly crowned high school sophomore, re-entering the halls of the Jr. High and thinking "wow, these kids are tiny", like I'd grown 9" in 3 months, octupled my testosterone level, and grew a full beard. Anyhow, glad to be back...albeit briefly.
Sherri and I discovered a fascinating natural scientific phenomenon a few days ago that we plan on submitting to the World Science Foundation or possibly Nobel. The phenomenon is the affect that gravity has on facial tissue at the lowest possible point of a gnarly trampoline bounce. Imagine the massive strength of the earth's gravitational pull holding onto your jowels like a vice grip as your body hurls upward with incredible force. The effect, known as "Facies Tripudium" or "Trampoline Face" causes the subject to appear to age 80 years or, in some cases, take on physical characteristics of mild retardation.
We present to you Test Subject 1A at the height of his bounce, showing hardly any signs of facial abnormality, excluding teeth of course:
And now Test Subject 1A at the lowest point of his bounce, just as the trampoline springs tighten and the fabric begins to hurl him upward. Note the obvious distortion of facial tissue and possible muscle atrophy:
Test Subject 1A is being constantly monitored for evidence of further, unanticipated effects from the battery of tests. At this point we cannot rule out aggression, laziness, attitude, or hypersensitivity as possible side effects. Inversely, Test Subject 1A could also experience extreme and heightened intelligence, politeness, stunning attractiveness, and general studliness.
We are in the process of planning similar studies with other test subjects. We will keep you informed of our findings. We will also notify everyone when our thesis is published in World Science Weekly and will start another blog documenting our journey to the Nobel Prize, entitled "Going to the Show: Our Journey to the Big House."
1...2...54...DEAD!
I love my mom! January 18th she celebrated her 64th birthday. She was at my home a few days before her big day and we were talking about how old she was turning etc. etc., when Eric suddenly turns around in his chair (he was sitting at the counter, we were sitting at the table) and with horror on his face asks my mom, "are you going to be dead?". I asked Eric what he was talking about and he replies, "you know you turn 1, 2, 54...dead". My mom and I got the giggles and so did Eric. I love that my mom has a sense of humor.
There are a lot of reasons I love my mother, and in honor of her not being 54...and dead, I'd like to list a few of them.
1. I love that my mom will try a home-made luge running from off of Maurie and Kyle's deck in the back yard. (See above picture) Try as she may, she just couldn't make that curve, but she kept on trying!
2. I love that everywhere we go together, she inevitably runs into a 1st, 2nd or 3rd cousin. Somehow, this same genetic trait is being passed on to me...go figure!
3. I love that my mom finally found the courage to cut off her "bun" that she wore for more that 30 years, and try a new sassy hair-do.
4. I love the quirky way my mom says the words; pleasure (play-sure), treasure (tray-sure) and measure (may-sure).
5. I love that my mom sometimes wears purple socks with a green shirt, or pink and yellow polka-dot socks with a orange shirt.....ha!
6. I am thankful that my mom is quick to forgive.
7. I love the way my mom loves my kids. I also love that she lives 3 minutes away from me and can Grandma-sit my kids for me!
8. I love that my mom can strike up a conversation with anyone and is a friend to everyone. Even the homeless Good family (their real last name) whom she picked up from the side of the road and took to a shelter, and then invited to our house several times to have dinner and the missionary discussions...another blog post entirely!
9. I love that she supported and loved my dad until he passed away.
10. I love that she demonstrates her testimony of the the gospel through her actions and example.
I love you mom! Thanks for not only birthing and nuturing me, but for loving me unconditionally the past 31 years! I hope you had a great birthday!
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