Livin it One Day at A Time

I’m now thinking of getting the hair cut.

You’ve all seen the pictures of the bushy lamb chops. The thick hair. If not, scroll down.

So, anonymous Internet girls (And guys, if there are some that read this) I’m asking for suggestions.

Lambchops: Gone?

Should I make a Mullet? Should I part it in the middle?

I’m pretty far removed from the fashion for guys. Even further for the fashion for girls.

That’s a “Good Thing”.

Give me some suggestions.

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Pulled Handcarts

I can barely even move. Brains so slow.

Lots and Lots of bonnets.

At least I got to wear my boots.

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Alas, this means War. I’m not talking about a nice, say, war of words, war of Magic, war of Roses, or a war of the worlds.

This is the bad kind of War.

I should have known when I went to the “Frontier Days Free Pancake Breakfast” That something was wrong.

The Boy Scouts were selling Marshmallow guns.

These means that this was either 1) A Texas Scout Troop on vacation or 2) My friends influence has reached beyond the borders of Texas. Kind of like “He-Whos-Name-Must-Not-Be-Spoken-Thank-You-Very-Much” (Aka Brendo).

So, I just do my thing, take pictures, and leave. Guess what I find in my e-mail when I check?

A Picture. Now, you may say, pictures are just fine.

Not when they come from Texas.

My friend thought this was hilarious. I then sent it to some other former friends to see what they thought (I was hoping for some indignation). They Laughed.

This was not what I was looking for.

The acronym LOL was not what I was looking for.

So after much protest, here’s the photo.

Excuse me while I make sure I *own* this domain.

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In the last month or so, I noticed that there were a lot of google searches based off of my name ending up here. Not just the short version, but the “I’m a first time Mom, so I must name my child different” long version of my name. (I think this is a trait inherent in the female genes. I’ve done some scientific studies, and most Eldest children have the “Different names”. After the first, the crazy names seem to stop. I just need to know, at what point growing up do you girls decide to inflict this on your future children?)

Normally I wouldn’t mind this, but it’s occurred to me, this may be why I get so few job bites now days.

So I scrubbed the two instances that I have of my name, and google dropped the searches finally.

You three to four people who read via looking for my full name, I hope you find your way back.

And bring friends.

As long as they aren’t potential Employers.

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This weekend I had a chance to hang with the littlest bro before he heads off to his Mission in the North Carolinas (Spanish Speaking, poor kid).

The one going on the mission is in the white shirt.

Have fun little bro.

Onto other important matters.

Has anyone else seen this? It’s even made it to a CNN article on it.

I’m kind of like Lance,
Returned Missionary: Check
Ex-BYU Basketball Player: Uh, ok, no.
Harvard MBA: I know where Harvard is, does that count?
Loves Kids: As long as I can give them back to their parents (unless, by some freak of nature, they turned out to be mine)
you can cross off “Sense of Humor”.

I’d be breaking some kneecaps.

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I don’t back down on promises. Even if it involves shabbily dressed people who don’t have very many teeth, and don’t shower apparently.

No, I’m not talking about the town’s new Super-Duper-Scrumdidlyumptious WalMart. Nor am I talking about the Jerry Springer show. I’m talking about Frontier Days & The Carnival (where the Jerry Springer people go for vacation, I swear).

Yes, the Carnival. Home of Expensive, greasy, and probably vermin infested food.
I was tempted.

The $8.00 Dipping Dots were may favorites, since it costs that much to ship them to the Carnival. From the Moon I’d guess.

I got to see some drunk non-cowboys, and a carnie ride that for some reason, was in the park, but not set up (I’m thinking it’s haunted).

Since I promised carnies, the two dudes in blue are carnies. I found that they would run away from the camera if I got any closer.

Makes one wonder..

Oh, and the other photos are of rides that I fondly call “The Puke-o-tron 1, and the Puke-o-tron 2″.

Someday this will be all over and the town will return to…

hmmmmm..

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Girls think us single guys have it so easy.

Nothing could be farther from the truth!

I won’t even start into the pain that a guy has to go through when he puts his arm around a girl at the beginning of a movie, and then slowly feel all the blood drain from said arm. I’ll leave that horrendous story for some other time.

So instead I’ll complain about the local Electrical Utility.

I got home last night, and for the third time in the last three weeks, I was without power.

Do you realize how crippling this is to a single guy!?!?!? I was without a food source!

My cupboard consists of the following
- Cans-o-soup
- Ramen
- Some brown & grain sugar
- Some seasoning

My Fridge consists of
- Some Polish Dogs
- Mustard
- A zillion bottles of IBC Root Beer
- Some Steam dumplings

Since my oven is electric, I can’t even heat water.

Ramen -> No hot water (Microwave, oven)
Polish Dogs -> Same problem
Steam Dumplings -> Same problem.

I was hosed.

I think this needs to be the exception to the Elder Oaks talk.

If I ever have to have two years worth of food.

I’m going to be a meal for some wolf.

As it was, I had a nice snack of Mustard and seasoning.

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