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Don't ever trust a badger.

Believe it!

There needs to be some kind of limit controller that only allows a person to view so much television and internet per week. My mom would tell me that it’s already been invented and that it’s called self control. Well if that’s the case, mine is broken. From time to time I get pulled straight into some new show and if it’s got action, suspense and a case of the funnies than it straight up shakes me as a person. It started with LOST and branched out to The Office and Arrested Development. A few months ago I was introduced to 30 Rock and I allowed it to suck up my time as I enjoyed episode after episode until I was eventually caught up. Well folks, it has happened again. This time it happens to be a cartoon, a Japanese cartoon. It’s the story of a young boy named Naruto. He’s a lovable, knuckleheaded kid who aspires to be the leader of his village. One of the cool things about this kid (besides the fact that he is a badass fighter) is that he’s got this list of ‘nindos’ as he calls them. They are his morals as a ninja and as a person. He never gives up and he doesn’t run away. Another is that he never goes back on his word.

If anyone questions him on his integrity or his goal he lets his nindos known. He shouts them out at times to let everyone know what he’s about. If people don’t believe his words he backs them with actions. I like this characteristic. I like it a lot. I think I’ve gotten too comfortable with being quiet. There are times for silence, but there is also a time for words. Loving words that let others know who you are and what you stand for. I’ve been inflicted with this idea that it’s better not too spout off my mouth. At times yes, it might not be appropriate. But there are times when words are needed to be said and I’ve kept my mouth shut. Shame on me.

For now on I will not hold my tongue when words are meant to be said. That is my nendo. Better to be outspoken, than not to be heard at all right?



I’d also like it to be known that I have been fully nerdified. The only thing holding me back from complete nerd was comic books and anime. Let’s just say they aren’t holding me back anymore.

A Messy Day with lots of "That's what she said!"

Years from now we will all be married, well maybe everyone except Thomas (I jest, I jest). At some point our wives will look us in the eyes and ask the question that all married women ask their husbands.

“Can we please have the floor tiled?”

She’ll hand over the number of a professional tile layer and start talking about how the carpet, hardwood floor or carpet just isn’t cutting it anymore. We’ll glance at the number on the card and shake our heads. Little does the wife know that no tile layer is needed, her very own husband can do it! As we drive off to Home Depot for the necessary tools and supplies we’ll reflect on December 23rd of 2008.

It was Christmas time and all of the friendlies were home for the holidays. There was Mike, Thomas, the Vevoda brothers and Tyler. Earlier that week while hanging out Jon, the older Vevoda brother, had told us about a fun room his parents were creating. The room’s sole purpose was for T.V., LANs, and laughter. As he painted the pictures in our minds he told us that it needed to be completed before Christmas. The room was nearly ready it just needed to be tiled. Jon was going to attempt it solo, but we instantly knew what had to be done. Gathering knee pads and our spirits we congregated in the room on the day before Christmas Eve. The air that day was chilled and rains came down in showers. The moody weather had no affect on us as we started to plan on how to tile the floor. The sum of our knowledge on laying tile added up to about ten points on a scale of 100. We did not know how to lay tile, but we were determined on figuring it out. We realized that there would be different tasks. Globbers, spreaders, cutters, measurers, and layers were jobs that needed to be filled. We each took a position and were responsible for learning and mastering our newly given skill. Each person was needed and everyone relied on each other. The work went slow and the day had ups and downs. There were power tools that broke and scuffles over how to properly spread a dallop but we persevered. It took about twelve hours and on the morning of Christmas Eve it was complete. The floor had been tiled. We were all dead beat tired but it was worth it. We now were tile layers.

As we worked through that day I thought it was ridiculous how someone would allow some college goofballs with no experience in laying tile to lay their tile. Ridiculous or not, I’m thankful. We gained a skill that day that will travel with us through our lives, right beside the memories of that day. It will also save us a buck or two when our wives want something tiled.