"Eats, Shoots and Leaves"

Lynne Truss came and spoke about punctuation in a University Forum address this past tuesday. Look at these pictures and spot what's wrong.

This comes from the Daily Universe

This is one of the banners on campus (I caught them as they were taking it down Tuesday Afternoon after the forum address)

Here we have the cover and Title page of her book.

For the answer please click here and go to page 4.

Families Are Forever

It's just too bad we lost...

Some Great Looking Pie

The day before I left Montgomery we had dinner at the Stockman's house. The Stockmans are a nice old southern couple. Whenever we went on a team-up with Brother Stockman he would clear his sinuses are spit out the window of his car all the while speaking in a sweet southern drawl out the side of his mouth. Sister Stockman is the nicest lady who was about 5 feet tall with snow white hair. They are some great members.

Anywho, we had dinner at there house and we had the most wonderful Pecan Pie I've ever tasted and Sister Stockman was kind enough to give me the recipe. Sunday night we had a pre-Thanksgiving potluck over at Sara's place and I decided that I was going to make this pie. After slaving away this was my final product:

Baked Goodness

It's too bad it didn't taste as good as it looked. You see, I decided to make two pies and after I had the ingredients combined I realized I didn't have enough Corn Syrup. I called Brent and Amber and they were kind enough to let me borrow some. The problemn arose when I had to leave the the mixture to get more syrup. The melted butter solidified and it just didn't mix well.

I baked the pies and then tasted one of them and they just were not good. They tasted like eggs and were not sweet. So although they looked beautiful they didn't taste that way. It was tragic.

GOOOAAAALLLLLL!

If only that was what was yelled at the Western Conference Finals this past weekend. On Saturday night Erik Gunn and I attened the Western Conference Fianls at Rio Tinto Stadium located in Sandy Utah just a block west of Jordan Commons. Erik's dad knows a guy so we had some great seats 7 rows up and to the back left of the goal.

During the first half the New York Red Bulls (don't ask why they are in the Western Confernce, nobody knows) scored a goal. For the second half Real Salt Lake was trying to score on our end. They had so many shots and they either went off the posts or was just a little wide. It was an intense game that ended in an intense loss 0-1. But it was totally worth going.

Erik and I were the first in the Stadium (we were there a bit early)

NY Red Bulls in White and Real SL in Red. This is before the game started.

Just like the Europeans the RSL fans know how to throw stuff onto the feild.

And this boy's job is to clean it all up.

What do you do about the smoke bombs?

Better Time

Swimming today was pretty good. I swam a mile and a quarter in 45 minutes. An improvement over my 40 minute mile at the beginning of September.

It's A Tie!

I helped Jun tie his tie this morning and afterwords I had him to roll it up so we could race.



After the race I yelled "It's a tie!" Jun and Yeong just looked at me. Yeong even tried to argue that Jun won! I don't think they got it....

Dear Mike

Now, I know you didn't mean to and please understand that I'm not mad at all for you doing it. Just please understand when I say "Come on!"

Mike, first you must understand I had spent the entire day walking up and down the Wasatch Bench in Sandy with houses that had at least a dozen steps. Then after that I went and played some intense Laser Tag in which I placed 5th out of the 24 people playing. I was tired  and looking forward to the fact that when I was going to crawl into my bed at 11:30 it was really like I was going to bed at 10:30.

Now that I look back on it, the chicken could have saved my life. If I didn't want to marinate that piece of chicken I could have easily climbed in bed and fallen asleep only to be attacked minutes later. But there I was soaking a piece of poultry in soy sauce and brown sugar and I hear you slam the door and come down the hall laughing. I don't recall exactly what you said, all that I remember is that you said you heard purring, you poked around and now our room was full of bees.

It took a while but I finally understood that you had heard some sound, like purring, coming from the wall by the window and you started poking the wall. You found a soft spot, thinking it was water damage poked a little more. Your finger went through and when you pulled it out not only did your finger come but so did yellow and black flying insects! I remember looking for some type of spray to kill them but having Lysol as our most deadly spray we just weren't a match for the swarm on the wall and the half a dozen or so flying through the air. It was time to retreat and call the office.

They sent over some guy who only had a spray that takes 24 hours to kill the things because you spray it on the hive and let them distribute the poison amongst themselves. I'm not sure why after he sprayed them that we wern't supposed to kill them because we weren't sure if they were bees or yellow jackets. If they were bees then they are protected and we weren't allowed to kill them, yet this man had already sprayed the hive... again, a little confused by the situation.

Well I just couldn't wait. I called my brother to see if I could stay there and he said yes so I entered the room one last time to grab some things and I was off. The thing about going to my brothers was that my two year old neice, Sammi, had fallen asleep that afternoon at about 4:30 and they were unable to wake her so she had woken up at 12:30 ready to play. That was bad news for Brent and Amber but it didn't matter to me, I could sleep through just about anything at that point, and I did.

I came home Sunday to find that you waited until about 4AM to get to bed, doing so after placing tape over the hole:

The wonders of Duct Tape

Then to find that the ones that decidedt o play around for a bit were eventually attracted to the light in our room only to their own demise.

"Stay away from the lights!" "But they're so beautiful..."

Again Mike, I don't blame you for what happened. Really though, it was your fault.

Signed, your roommate Will

Roll Tide!

Toady I was wearing my Bama shirt in honor of the Crimson Tide being number one in the nation. As I was sitting in the Wilk I heard some one yell out "War Eagles!" It took me a second to see who it was. It was a girl walking past and she saw that I knew it was her. I gave her a simple response. "We're number one in the nation, what are you?" She had no response and could only walk away.

Roll Tide!