Competition

The four of us eyed each other down as the voice slowly counted down... 3, 2, 1 DRINK BOYS! Do not be mistaken, alcohol was not being consumed. No, in fact we were guzzling pepsi max as fast as our bodies could handle it. Pushing back fits of pain, I drank until tears were streaming down my face. Nothing could hinder me from the glory of victory. 10 minutes had elapsed, and half of my 2 liter bottle still remained. I wondered in that moment whether or not I would make it out alive, yet still I pushed forward in agony. I knew that the race would be tight between me and one other fellow. The other two were fallen soldiers, not able to cope with the anguish of concentrated carbonation violently rushing down their throats. As I neared the finish line, I took a peak at my competitor. Immediately I noticed weakness in his eyes, and I knew that victory was mine for the taking. All that I wanted to do as the last few drops landed on my tongue was cry out in euphoria, but my stomach writhed in torment. The only thing that crossed my brain was an immediate need for relief. Instantaneously I knew that if I didn't reach that precious porcelain toilet bowl, a mess of mass proportions was going to be on our hands. Like a gazelle, I sprung the distance to the bathroom in record speeds. A fatal mistake was apparent however. In this time of great need I had simply forgotten that the floor of my bathroom was constructed purely of extremely slick tile. To make matters worse, I was wearing nothing but socks. At the velocity that I was running simple common knowledge could deduct that I was going to take a tumble. As one would expect, as soon as my feet hit the tile I was flying through the air. I landed flat on my backside with an incredible thud. Fortunately with my fall, and in the excitement of the moment I had totally forgotten about throwing up, and didn't have the slightest need to anymore. It was miraculous.

King of Kong

Recently I saw a documentary that everyone should see. It is called King of Kong: A Fistful of Quarters. The movie is, in short, about a man named Steve Wiebe and his quest to achieve immortality in the Donkey Kong world. Steve and his arch nemesis Billy Mitchell duke it out to see who will achieve the highest all time recorded score of the classic arcade game. This film is the pinnacle of the documentary genre.

After watching the film I was directed by my good cousin Taylor to add Walter Day on Facebook. Walter Day is the referee depicted at the bottom of the logo. In my ignorance, I believed that it wasn't possible for Walter to answer my friend request. Walter proved me wrong in a big way....Here is our conversation on facebook.

Walter and I will always have a friendship that will last. King of Kong changed my life and I would highly recommend it to everyone that has ever walked on this planet we call earth.

It has been far too long

I write to you all with a sense of repentance in my heart. It has been far too long since I have enlightened your day with a blog post. So I come to you now with full remorse in my heart, and hopefully a story to brighten your lives. Recently I had a visit from my good man Brady Dalton. He drove all the way to Logan so that we could have dinner together and catch up on old times. This was the first time that we had hung out after I had become a married man so we had much to talk about. The waitress that came to our table had Brady smitten. She was a younger girl who was very tan... and Brady was drinking her Kool-Aid in a manner of speech. I knew that he was somewhat in love when he gave the woman a 4 dollar tip. On the back of a receipt he wrote a message that I will never forget. It went somewhat like this..

Michelle-
I will never forget the supreme service that we received today. I was immensely impressed with your waitress abilities and wing skillz. This was the greatest service ever rendered at a wingers franchise, and maybe the world. I will forever be in debt to you for this glorious occasion. 

Sincerely, Brady Dalton (His phone number)

I hope that she calls, and moreover I hope that they get married.

 

New Blog

Alright all of you people out there who read my blog sometimes....I have a new blog for you to check out. Candace and I have finally decided to get a blog so that we can keep track of our lives for the future. I thought it was a fairly decent idea. We will try to keep it not so sappy though. Just have fun reading it and if you don't I really don't care, just read this blog instead. 

We are Francis 

Just do it! Click on the link above, you know you want to. Peace it out.

USU Football

As most of my blog followers know, I work for the Utah State football team. I am on what they call an "athletic" scholarship....which is funny because all I am is a cameraman. Well, recently I tried my hand at a little thing called video editing. With help from my boss, I made a little highlight video. I hope all of you enjoy this BYU, Utah, and Utah State fans alike....oh and UVU if you consider that a university (I don't)

Pressy's Coming Home

It has been 3 and a half years since my little brother Preston Francis and I have seen each other. In two weeks the man will be home from his LDS mission in Sweden. I'm proud of the boy. The craziest part of the whole situation is that he hasn't even met my fiance Candace yet. This post will be a montage of this glorious man's life. Enjoy. 

What woman wouldn't want this man?

Billy Goat's Gruff

There was this one time that Candace and I were driving in Pleasant Grove. I noticed out of the corner of my eye something queer. I stopped my car in the middle of the road, immediately put it in reverse, and backed up until I saw something similar to this.

Yes, your eyes are not deceiving you. We saw a large, male, billy goat standing on a barn. We laughed for at least thirty seconds and drove away. The goat escaped my memory until just now. This really happened.