When I try to think of my favorite things I have a difficult time saying them because it automatically says something about me when I do. These things are more important to me than anything else. They define what I do with my time. They show others my main concerns. And that is far too serious... Most of the time I would rather not be taken seriously. Life is much too serious to be serious on the internet for everyone to see. So this is my apology to all who have read my blog and thought, "this guy is way too serious." Here it goes.
Bar-B-ques
Frisbee
Fellowship with friends
Reading new things (so much so that I rarely finish one thing because there is so much new to be had)
watching The Office with the wife
Building furniture (Absolutely one of the most expensive things I like to do)
Drawing (mostly pictures of furniture projects)
Writing (usually about a fictional life where I play myself)
Hiking (when I can go somewhere new)
Swimming (though shark attacks are a concern)
Eating (more than the average Joe, but less than the average grizzly bear)
Oddly enough I like working most of the time
Traveling (though I don't get to very much)
and building school projects with popsicle sticks (granted the sticks are acquired by consuming the popsicles)

there is more to come later.
Until then stay tuned to see what next weeks show will look like...

My world: a broken record, broken record, broken record...

My life is thoroughly disinteresting, my days are the same. My relationships consist of distant friends and a loving wife. Which is by no means a lacking relationship. But as far as readable content it surely is boring to say the least. My exciting moments are few and far between and I use exhausted idioms in my speech like an old man. I will turn 26 in three months and what I'm looking forward to the most is the spill proof coffee cup my wife said she would get me for my birthday way back in January or something. I garden and build in my shop, my evenings are planned around church activities and television shows. My life is predictable.
Not a bad life, just one that lacks spontaneity. Who's with me? I don't think I'm the only 20 something who feels that life looks to be set on repeat every day. Like a carousel ride I get the ups and downs with a repetative backdrop. And the music stays the same and soon it drives a man crazy.

An extra ordinary day

A day like most, just working at the lumber yard. I meet interesting people all the time. Most people are interesting because they are quirky or they swear alot or they have a large goiter on their face or whatever. Monday I met a person on a whole other plane of interesting. His name is Bill Johnson and in 1984 he won the olympic gold in the men's downhill ski and on top of that he was the first american to do that. His story is one that rings with heroism and soon a movie will have been made about his story of triumph amidst difficult circumstances. He gave Phil and I an autographed picture and let us hold his medal. It was very unexpected but awesome. The medal was rectangular with soft rounded edges and the event and seal stamped on either side.
What's more is that Mr. Johnson accomplished living through a terrible accident on the mountain. Phil said he saw the accident on television and Mr. Johnson was going about 70 mph when he fell. He's a great guy and I'm lucky to have met him. Kudos to you Bill Johnson!