My genius

Q: What makes every food item better?
A: Cheese.

Q: How then do I improve a grilled cheese?
A: Cheese.

Grilled Cheese Cheese:
2 slices of bread
2 slices of cheese
and
a hefty layer of salsa con queso

Not even joking, just made this today and it was pretty incredible.

Q: Does all that cheese cork you up like a bottle?
A: Yes, but considering my regular circumstances, it was a pleasant change of pace.

Self-mastery

I've always considered myself a model for self-mastery,

but I'm realizing there are things that are even out of my control.

8 hours

For those of you that aren't aware, I work on the BYU Tree Crew.
In between chainsawing stuff and climbing trees to chainsaw stuff, we are still able to fit in some times of crippling boredom.

Today, during one such time of boredom, we discussed why we can spend 8 hours out of the day in trees and yet not one of us has seen a tick (on us or otherwise.)

We know there are ticks in Utah.
We know they inhabit our trees and our shrubbery.
We've been warned since our first camping trip not to go through tall grasses or make any sort of contact with anything besides the trail. And if you did.......?

The dreaded Tick Check.
We always told Greg Warner that he would have to check J.S. for ticks. There was a lot of space to check for ticks on that boy, if you get my drift. (My drift = He was huge and kind of had smelly skin. Bless his heart.)

So why no ticks?
We settled on they don't come into civilized areas. You don't have to do a tick check after a game of racquetball or after a board meeting.

Are they just too barbaric? Could we train a tick to live in a civilized world?

Naturally I began to think of My Fair Lady and this is what came to mind:

Congratulations tick, you did it.

It's no secret

I love Spiderman. Always have and always will.
I know it's nerdy and I make no apologies.

Tonight I decided to watch Spiderman 3, which I haven't seen since the theaters.
No one ever wants to watch it with me. I'm sure someone would humor me and suffer through it, but then they would probably laugh at me when I cry during the movie.
No joke, I have cried in two out of the three Spiderman movies.
When you hear me explain why, you'll cry a little too. That Aunt May is a wise woman.

Really though, I just love Spiderman.
And here's why...........I think I can actually be Spiderman.

I'm not talking about having this dream as a kid, I'm talking about right now, currently, as I write this.
This goes beyond fantasizing, I want to be Spiderman.
I can think of no other occupation, not even an Image Analyst or a Guy Who Gets Paid to Eat Little Caesars $5 Hot & Ready Pizzas, that I would want to be more than Spiderman.
It's a very real goal in my life.
I'm certain this is the underlying reason I started going to the gym.

Fossilize

In a talk he gave this Sunday in stake conference, Elder Ballard mentioned how alone Moroni must have felt at the end of the Book of Mormon.
Obviously that got me thinking about dinosaurs.
I wonder what that last dinosaur was thinking.
I almost feel worse for that poor little guy than I do for Moroni.
This poor sucker was wandering around with his pea-sized brain thinking, "Gotta find a mate, gotta find a mate, gotta find a mate.......etc." Not knowing there was no one else out there.

I hope I'm not that dinosaur.
Just wandering around, thinking there's something out there that isn't.

And I just gotta say congrats to Gregory.
Way to find yourself a nice little female dinosaur to marry (Note to Jessica: Not comparing you in anyway to a dinosaur, it's just the theme I've got going.)

A Venn diagram

Is it you?

Sometimes Facebook is the only one who cares

I'm not up to much, thanks for asking Facebook.
What are you up too?
Wanna hang out or something? Try and find that cute girl from my freshman physical science class?

Oh, you're busy. Nah dude thats cool, don't worry about it, I'll just blog for awhile. We'll catch up some other time.