Misti Lee is a big fan of me
For those of you who might not have seen Misti's blog recently, her link to my blog is titled "Ben has an opinion! do we care?" So I am here to answer that question for her. I was able to obtain this photo from Mark, her friend up at Glacier. He emailed it to me with the following comment:
"Hey Ben, here is that picture you asked for. Misti spends at
least 2 hours a day checking your blog to see if there is anything new. She
thinks you are hilarious and won't stop talking about your posts. She loved the
one about the nickels. Hope this picture gives you the ammunition you need. Oh,
and you've got a great arm. I still can't believe you threw that rock further
than me. After all, I did play minor league ball and your arm was hurting. You
are the man!"
Well, as you all can see, Misti seems pretty enthralled with my blog. By the way Misti, if you are reading this, I love the haircut-it's so you.
How 'bout them nickels?
**************MATURE AUDIENCES ONLY-PG-13***************
A friend gave me a coupon for a free visit to the chiropractor. I had noticed that when I would look in the mirror, one of my pectoral muscles was sitting higher than the other one, thus causing one nipple to be higher than the other. Most people wouldn't notice a thing like that but I am so huge so it is more noticeable. I was hoping an adjustment would fix the issue so I went to the chiropractor and he did what chiropractors do. When I got home, I asked my wife if it was any better, and upon further inspection, she said no.
My daughter overheard this conversation, pulled up her shirt and told us that she had "
nickels" too. She said that we all have nickels, and then started listing all the members of our family. So, next time you are stuck without a dime, CHEER UP, at least you got 2 nickels!
Labels: chiropractor, humor, kids, nickels, nipples
HAPPY BIRTHDAY TRISTA
This is the last time I will ever write with purple. I wanted to make it girly though. Trista, we hope you have a fabulous birthday. I was thinking of what I would say about you if I were asked to give your eulogy. It might go something like this:
Trista Trista tall and sweet
Spending time with her was really neat
She used to be a sexy single little "flake"
Now wife and mother of Sabrina and Blake
She likes her numbers, she's an accounting wiz
And she is never afraid to tell it like it is
She loves Harry Potter- all the wizzles and wuzzles
And for some odd reason she likes crossword puzzles
She and her husband have enjoyed some great years
Some cruises and vacations and even some tears
And even if Edward, (but more so Jacob) make her MERRY
In the end if she had to, she would still pick Terry.
You're on Fire!
We were doing puzzles last night. Sara is amazing at them and Evan has a tough time with them. I helped him know where to put a few and he would place them down. After doing this 3 or 4 times, I said "You're on fire" and I gave him a "high-5". The next time he found a piece to put down, he put his hands in the air and yelled " I a fiya engin" (I'm a fire engine). He continued doing that every time he put a piece down. It was hilarious, and if you are not laughing right now you are cordially invited to leave my blog.
Labels: fire, kids, puzzles
"No Way!"
HALF MARATHON TRAINING UPDATE: I decided to do some intense training this morning. I was going to run 7 miles. Well, I woke up an hour late, so that did not happen. Instead of having time to run @ Sugarhouse Park, I ended up settling for the track at Granite High. I was almost finished with my third lap, feeling relatively strong, when I realized that I hadn't even run one mile yet. I was thinking each lap was a mile (4 laps =1 mile) and when the light bulb went off I literally got sick to my stomach and said "No way". It was way to early. I only ended up running 3 miles and it took me 29 minutes. I hate running at the track, there is something about running around in circles that makes me feel trapped. At this point Taunia, I think you and Dennis could beat me walking.
Cameo, Cameo, I gettin closa
Labor Day weekend is host to the
Second Annual Lombardi Cheapskate Half-Marathon. Basically, our family does not want to have to pay 50 bucks to do a half marathon so Gina's brother
Koy mapped out one for the family. Last years winner, Cameo, is facing stiff competition as this year's field consists of some first time participants. I decided to race only because I saw Jeremy lose to Cameo last year and I want to prove to myself that Cameo can't beat me. (I know, I know, I am so shallow and proud) But, I will be submissive and humble when Cameo beats me in 2 weeks, so all is good.
Cameo, I posted this picture so you would know that every time you turn around, this is what you are going to see. I am going to be dressed just like this. I am coming for you. (I can't guarantee that I will be smiling-but I will have the gloves)
ELEVATION!
So, it didn't quite look like that-but for the first time since I was 16 I dunked in a game. We were playing at the church, I stole the ball at half court, was getting chased down by a kid who doesn't like me because I block him all the time (he was going to try and foul me hard) and just decided to go for it. I elevated and jammed it with 2 hands and I hung on the rim and rocked back and forth, because by this point there were a few kids underneath me. Oh man, it felt so good. I guess the squats I have been doing at Gold's have helped. I have been given the nickname of Kirilenko by the guys there because my arms are so long and I stuff a lot of people (not because my wife allows me to mess up once a year)
The Whole need not a Physician....
This post goes out to all you buff brethren at the gym who give me these Pharisean looks. The last couple times I have gone to Golds Gym a few people have given me these looks implying "Pa-shaw, you scronny punk, what are you doing here". I admit, my 6'3'', 145 lb does not measure up to you Herculian heroes, but if it weren't for your years of effort at the gym (and probably some performance enhancing substances) you would not be what you are today. That is why I am coming to the gym. I am sickly. I realize I look like an anorexic chicken, that's why I am maxing out on the bench @90 lbs, that's why I am busting my butt in the pool, that's why I am curling 20 lb bars. So please, save the look for the scronny kid who is not pumping iron. Oh, and I look forward to gawking at you in 6 months when I am twice your size and better looking too. As the new testament records:12 But when Jesus heard that, he said unto them, They that be whole need not a physician, but they that are sick.
(Matt. 9: 12)
My Daddy Loves Me
Take a good look at this precious little baby. Sometimes when I come home after a stressful day, the only thing I want to do is hold this beautiful girl and watch her smile at me. I have appreciated this angel so much more than I did my first two when they were little. I realize that they only stay small for a little while, so I need to cherish the moments. My heart aches when I think of the day when I will no longer be able to hold her in my arms and feel loved by her. My little Kamri Jo'.
Twilight Confession
Ok-I admit it. I read Twilight-but I only did it so my wife would know that I love her more than anyone else in the world. It was definitely a chick book.
I have posted a picture of Edward Cullen, the dreamy vampire whose breath is so sweet that it makes you weak in the knees. Isn't he dreamy. Yes guys, this is the man that our wives are collectively dreaming about. Later on I will draft my shorter version on the book so the men can enjoy without having to put themselves through what I did. (OK, it wasn't that bad, but it was that cheesy)
Reality Check
Listen, I am as big a fan of the Celtics as anyboby. But come on, people are already talking about a championship? Even Paul Pierce in his picture up top is telling everyone to get real.
Have you all forgotten about the curse? I am talking about the "Curse of Len Bias". It goes something like this: The C's make a nice pick, sign a great player, or are developing a star and then they suddenly die. It happened with Bias, it happened with Reggie Lewis, and the only question that remains is will it happen to Garnett or Allen. Pessimisitic? No. I like to think of it as a realist perspective based on past experience. RIP Garnett/Allen, we'll miss one of you.
