My Teeth

Well boys and gurls, it's official, I took my good friend Matt Lobmeyers advice and saw the good ol' Dentist. Some may have thought me to be an anti-dentite, but truth be told, I love the dentist... The guy is the only doctor that has never given me bad news. In fact, today I got a "that a boy" from him as he looked at my teeth in awe and amazement.
I was a little worried that it might go the other way, it had been 4 years since my last visit, but the dentist was so impressed with my teeth that he took pictures of them and spent several minutes just doddling over the impressiveness of my pearly whites...

What us Protestants are missing...

I decided today, that what we miss as protestants is our own football team. If you are Catholic, you can just cheer on that Dame of Notre, but who as a protestant am I supposed to cheer? Who can I get a big foam finger for that promotes my belief system. I'm telling you, it's a huge shame, a crying shame if I dare. Anyway. Just a thought.
It's funny, cause I don't even watch football, but maybe that's because I don't have a protestant team.
I wonder what their mascot would be? I'll leave that up to you...

Top Ten things I wish I Knew When I was a Freshman:

This was a top ten I did for youth group this week, talking about fitting into what God wants of you instead of what everyone else wants...

10. Senior Cheerleaders have boyfriends - and even if they don’t, they don’t want to date you…
9. Your hair isn’t as cool as you think it is…

8. Books are for reading, not drawing in…
7. You should never, and I repeat NEVER where underwear on your head, no matter what…
6. If an upper classman invites you to go with a bunch of his buddies out to a field to do something you’ve never heard of, you probably shouldn’t go…
5. Your glasses are not as cool as you think either…

4. While showering after gym is embarrassing, smelling like rotten trash could be worse…
3. Girls are not impressed with burps, farts or spitting…
2. You should always, always, always wear deodorant. Lots and lots of deodorant…
1. You will never be cool enough…

Livin in Tennessee

This morning I woke up to early so I got in my rental and took off for an adventure. I drove and just took any road that led me up into the moutains of TN. I ended up of a dirt road as you can see in the picture that was pretty steep. I was listening to U2 "Where the Streets Have No Name", it was all pretty awesome! I also included this picture of this beautiful Willow I took while driving on a tiny curvy road. TN is a beautiful place. I have added a youtube video of U2 so you can enjoy the music and think about driving on winedy backroads with me, going where ever the road takes us (this is the beauty of the GPS, I can go where ever I want and the GPS tells me exactly how to get back without me knowing anything).

This afternoon, we just did a bunch or Orientating... I have learned how to learn and what my Masters will consist of. Met a bunch of other guys that are just like me and drank a Mt. Dew. I'm off to dinner soon and then an evening of excitement. I will update again as soon as I feel I need to :).

Itallian Fresh Prince Theme on You Tube

Slick Sledding on the South Side....

Yesterday Jenni and I decided to go sledding. So, I of course, set out to find the best sledding hill in all of southwest Kansas. My goal was to make concentric circles in ever widening paths outward from the epicenter of Garden City (my house) until we found the perfect hill. After about 20-30 minutes of driving in cirlces I decided to go out to the country. We drove around a bit, but thought better of sledding down a hill into a yuka plant. I finally decided we would check out the sand pits. We found the perfect spot. It was a dug out area that was nearly 60ft. deep and had one perfect run from top to bottom. It was seamless, no trees or weed to be seen and the width of two sleds. I was the first to slip and slide my way down this virgin path. I sailed like a condor. It was a beautiful thing. I got up, covered in snow and yelled back to Jenni to "let her rip". Jenni came whistling down. She began to get tipsy about half way through her run and fell to the side, laughing and giggling. I began to try and make my way to her when I realized something that would have been a nice tidbit of information to know before beginning this journey. The ground underneath the snow was straight ice. You see, we had chosen the southern side of this hill, the side that never saw the sun. It was still inches thick of ice from the weeks before. Jenni and I spent at least 30 minutes making our way back to the top. At the end, I was standing on a tree about 5 feet from the lip of the crevasse. Jenni crawled up me and I pushed her to the top. I said "just leave me behind and go find some help", I knew this was the moment in the movie where the hero sacrifices himself for the damsel. She reached out her hand and said "I'm not leaving you...", powerful music began to play and I clasped her hand (the camera pulled in tight and slow motioned as the snow flew off of our gloves). I dug deep and tugged on her (fully expecting her to go plummeting back down to the bottom under the pull of my weight), but instead, some ethereal force bit into my sweet wife, and she tossed me out of that bowl of icy death to the top of the snow covered mountain. It was truly amazing, a real Christmas miracle. I laid on top for another 15 minutes trying to catch my breath and pretending like I knew everything was going to be OK...

The moral of the story...

Always Bring a Rope...