Dating Protocol...

On my blog I did a post about my cardinal rules of dating. It sparked some others to explain their cardinal rules of dating.

Mine are:

1. Don't let her see you without a shirt on.
   
2. Don't let her see you try to dance.
   
3. Don't let her hear you try to sing.

My sister LaDawn's:

1. Don't let him see you without make up on.
   
2. Don't let him see mom without her make up on (you tell how a girl is going to age by looking at her mother).
   
3. Don't let him have a conversation with anyone in the family for longer than three minutes (two if it's Rob).
   (If you knew my brother-in-law Rob you'd get that joke.)

Allison had these:

1. Don't let him see you without a bra on. Boobs tend to sag a bit without the wonder bra!
   
2. Don't let him see you without makeup was one but on a few occasions I had to do this since I was staying at his house over night. But I tried!
   
3. Don't let him kiss me in the morning!

I thought that it might be interesting to see what you guys think about rules of dating.

I also think some dating protocol would be good. One example; I think that when a guy opens the car door for a girl, she should make sure that the door is unlocked for him by the time he makes it to his door. I have had to teach this unspoken rule to many girls and I really do appreciate it when girls already know and do it. It's not a big deal, but it does make a difference.

What do you say?

Life Beyond College

There comes a time in the life of the college graduate when they come to the realization that the dream job they thought would be getting right out of college is still somewhere beyond the horizon, and that money is needed now. I have come to this conclusion and will start working next week at the, gasp, glass plant.

In a way this is a good thing. I need the exercise and do not have the motivation to get out and run or really do anything else. Being up and moving for twelve hours a day has been enough in the past to shed pounds quick and improve my overall physical condition.

It’s sad. In high school I once had the goal of being ripped, and worked for a couple years to achieve that goal. Running, and weights were a big part of life then. My diet was the same then as it is now. But it is amazing that when you are working out almost everyday, it does not matter what you eat, because it all is metabolized to build muscle. Now the only thing that gets bigger is the size of my pants.

I blame it all on college. College is a double edged sword because people are much more accepting of others. You can be a jock, or a “Bluto Blutarski” (John Belushi’s character in animal house) and still meet girls and even get a girlfriend. I also found that there were other things that I found interesting, such as reading, staying up late, and taking naps. What added to the to my plight was the fact that the cafeteria was an “all you can eat buffet” where there was always something good to eat and plenty of it.

Well, you can guess what happened next. I gained weight and became the tons of fun that I am today. But in a few months, I should be down about forty pounds or so which will be nice.

So that is it from here. Look forward for a review of “Hooking Up” by Tom Wolf.

Peace out

Blog because you can

Blogs are an interesting thing. One thing interesting about them is the motivation behind the bloggers. Do they do it to be heard by anyone, to release emotions bottled up inside, to communicate to certain people, or for other selfish or altruistic reasons.

On my blog, I blog to clear my mind. I write because I need to write and it is good to write. I do this for myself. It is also a bit of a journal because I have never kept one. I write what I think about certain issues, social, cultural, and sometimes intellectual. I write when I have something to say or something on my mind. This is quite frequent so time most restricts how often I write.

Now the patrons know why I blog. The only question left is why they blog. This is not just a rhetorical question.

This is kind of and introduction because I have never posted an article on this site, only comments. Now I can write here at anytime, no matter the subject of discussion because I can now make them. so I will write when I can.

Clutter Clutter everywhere but no space for me to think

Graduation has come and gone and now I am back in Georgia sitting here with nothing better to do. I started cleaning out the closet of my old room and it feels like I am conducting an archeological dig in my closet.

The top is representative of when I just returned from my mission until now. What a walk down memory lane. I put all of that stuff in a pile for Goodwill. The next layer represents high school graduation right up until entering the MTC. I put all of that stuff in the same pile for Goodwill. The final layer represents four years of high school and it received the same treatment as all of the other anthropological finds and will hopefully find their way into homes of those who could really use them.

All this is reminiscent of an article written by a former professor that I had at BYU-Idaho. The article is about adultery and abundance, and today it was made clear to me that I have what I need and then some. There is literally so much stuff in our house that there is not enough closet space to store all of the excess. A child stands the chance of being smothered to death if the Goodwill pile were to topple on top of them.

A prime example of how we expand our collection of material possessions can be illustrated with a personal example. When we moved into our new house in Georgia we literally doubled the amount of square footage from our old house. Our things barely took up half the space. Twelve years later it seems like we are bursting at the seems and don’t even have the room enough to store away what we got this year for Christmas.

Jared is another example of this phenomenon that occurs when people upgrade the size of their living arrangements. I remember when he first came to Hawaii he was sharing a room in Hale six and for all of those that lived there, you know how commodious those rooms are. It is not unlike living in a filing cabinet. Now that he is an RA and has his own room, his current room is full and there is little room for the bass guitar that he is selling for me.

I think that each year we should go through the closets and the drawers and ask ourselves,” When was the last time I thought about his?” There are enough clothes in my house that no one has worn in years to clothe several needy families and with all of the clothes that we have received for Christmas this year, I think that we can afford to do this.

As part of our new years resolutions, let’s make one about getting rid of the stuff that has not seen the light of day in a very long time. In the words of Moe Sizlack’s Bartending Professor,”De-clutter your hole, and you will de-clutter your soul.

Give me fish or give me death.

Ok use less ramblings.
Give name (or names) of people you like. But make it be a fake name. A code name if you will. And give one hint as to who it is. Are not what ever.......



Chica De O la - in a club with her

Death Of The Norm

So I have just recently given in to my past feud with France. I don't think France ever knew or would have even cared, but it is still over. I have had a long feud with them for many reasons. I how ever have just begun to believe that some people from France can be ok people. The one that changed my mind is one Michel De Montaigne.

What does this have to do with you? Well the winter break is a long time and many things have happened to all of us. Our outlook's on things have changed for better or for worst. Things are different, but what things hae changed? This is where you come in.

What outlook or point of view has changed for you in the past couple weeks?

"It pleases me as much to doubt as to know." - Dante, Inferno, XI, 93.