Why do they say grown men don't cry?

I have a blessing and a curse...No I am not spider man, but what I am is emotional. Ever since I turned probably 12 years old I have gotten teary eyed at touching moments in movies/commercials/ youtube videos. It all started at a point in the movie Galaxy Quest with Tim Allen, Siguorney Weaver, and other no-name actors. Funny enough Dwight from the office has a cameo in that movie....but that is besides the point. The first time I watched that movie I was twelve years old in a hotel room in Southern California. At near the climax of the film Mathasar (The leader of the alien ship) is captured, and being tortured by the villain. Tim Allen is then forced to explain to Mathasar that the T.V. show that they were trying to recreate wasn't actually real. That they had been lying. Mathasar then let out a squeal that I can't describe with adequate words. Imagine a baby panda watching it's mother die a slow painful death, and that's the sound that Mathasar made. I couldn't help it....tears came flowing freely. Every since then I knew that I had a soft heart.

Many other instances have indicated to me that I'm just a big softy. A few others come to mind as I jog my memory. There was one time that I noticed someone had posted a touching video on someone else's wall on facebook. I took the liberty to watch the short youtube video myself. It consisted of various fathers reuniting with their families after their military service. The pure joy on these peoples' faces brought streaming tears to my eyes. Here I was, alone, in my apartment sobbing and laughing all at the same time. I was laughing at how ludicrous the situation was. Yes, I was a twenty one year old man crying my eyes out in my apartment. I have posted a link here so that you may all watch the beauty of the video, and somewhat realize why I was crying so much.

I have to add a the end of this post that it's not completely my fault that I wear my emotions on my sleeve. I am not completely sure if showing emotion is a genetically-inherited trait, but I would be willing to bet a buffalo nickle that it is. My father has always been a man of emotion whether it is crying at extreme makeover home edition, or crying during hallmark commercials. He has always let out a couple tears here and there. You know some people say that they've never seen their Dads cry, but it happens to me on a weekly basis. So that's why I pose the question why do they say grown men don't cry?

Master Bieber

I must confess that my roommate and I are probably the biggest Justin Bieber fans in Cache County. Recently Justin Bieber was featured on Barber Walters 10 most interesting people of 2010. I have decided to write a post on Bieber because he has come out with a new song and I feel as if I should share it in the blogosphere with my friends. It is called Pray, and I feel somewhat warm and fuzzy inside when I listen to it. Please watch it and enjoy the musical fusion of the Prince of Pop.

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=o9tJW9MDs2M 

Ok now it makes sense...

Recently I have been wrongfully accused of being sexist. In some off-hand comment I made that age old suggestion that females are worse at basketball. Deep down I really did feel that way, but I simply had no evidence. Last night I had the pleasure to film an Aggie's basketball game in conjunction with my job and I have found my proof that women are in fact worse at basketball. No offense in any way ladies.... 

To the best of my recollection it was a fast break for the Aggies, and everyone in the building assumed that it was going to be an easy layup. What happened was somewhat humorous, and if you were to playback the audio from the camera I was filming on you would have heard a jolly chuckle. I can't explain exactly what happened with the ball in text so I will just post a picture.

 
This is the classic ball stuck in the rim. Everyone has seen it before, but what it made it hilarious on this faithful day was that no one on the court could get the ball down. Admittedly if I jumped to get this ball I would maybe get it once out of 53 attempts, but still I was watching a basketball game where no one could jump as high as the rim. The referee finally had to go get a broom, and poke the sucker until it fell down.

So yes, here is my proof that no only is womens basketball not as entertaining, but they aren't as good as their male counterparts. I don't mean to be sexist I am merely stating a fact of life. Thank you for your time 

The Greatest Time of Year

So everyone who reads my blog probably knows that I was born on the 24th of December. Yes, I came home in a Christmas stocking on Christmas morning. I know that just rips your heart apart with how precious it was. Today I didn't have much to do so I decided to google the celebrities that share this glorious day with me...My findings may astound you.

Bradley Francis

Howard Hughes

Stephanie Meyer, who invented Taylor Lautner

Ryan Seacrest

 

 Ricky Martin

It's astonishing to me to realize how the stars in the heavens must have aligned to create such fantastic looking individuals. How else could you explain the evidence above? Coincidence? I think not!

Truth or Dare

To all of my blog followers... I am deeply sorry for the length of time that has gone since I have last posted. Various things have happened to me since the last post and I would like to share a story that changed my life. It was nearing 1:00 in the morning and we were in West Valley, Salt Lake City. It was immediately after the Jazz home opener....Sadly we lost to the Heat in poor fashion, but after the game both me and my compadres were a little parched. The back of my throat was definitely a little bit scratchy from all the screaming and yelling. To make things worse we were blasting some JB in the car (Justin Bieber for the elderly audience reading this), and we were singing our guts out. When out of the corner of my eye I notice two young Hispanic men driving the same speed as we were with the window rolled down. Instantly I roll my window down in sweet anticipation of what was going to happen. The first thing these fine young gentlemen say to me is, "Where is the party?" I am stunned at the question.... For one of the few moments in my life I am speechless. When a small voice coming from my good friend Tori says, "The party is in here!" I laughed for awhile.

The most stunning part of the night was when we took a stop at 7/11 later that night. I went in and happened to buy a Mountain Dew Slurpee to ease my troubled throat. When I got back to my car I hear a middle age woman's voice speaking in my direction. She beckoned us to stop the vehicle.When she arrived the first impression I got of this women is that she looked much like the old hag from Princess Bride that yells BOOO, BOOO! Ok I lied she didn't look much like her, but I thought it would make my story better. I was sitting in the passengers side when she comes up to me and says these epic words, "Can I sit in your seat." For a couple moments I considered it. Then I realized how insane what she said actually was. I think all I could say was, "What?" She then repeated that she wanted to sit in my seat, and I promptly declined. This lady was out of her freaking mind. Then she said some words that I could never forget. She said, "It's kind of a dare, so would you please let me in your seat?" This shocked me even more....What 35 year old women is still playing Truth or Dare? I then laughed out loud in her face, rolled up my window, and drove away. All I can say is stay away from West Valley, crazy stuff happens in that town.

Fire Ants

About 50 people a year are killed by Ants

I have an uncle who is a fantastic individual. Ever since we have been little kids my uncle Dean has come up with some of the craziest crap for us to do. Different challenges/ amusing things for us to perform so that those around can get a good laugh. He usually paid us pretty handsomely for it too so we were always game. Specifically I remember one hiking trip that got out of hand pretty quickly. 

We went on a pretty extensive hike somewhere in the Wasatch Mountains. When we got near our destination we decided to take a quick break so that everyone could catch their breath. What we happened to notice at our resting spot were too large red ant hills. I was the first one to get dared to do something. Dean determined it would be pretty hilarious if I were to stand barefoot in the ant hill for thirty seconds. I thought the whole ordeal went pretty smoothly, if I stood still the ants didn't bite too much and I made a quick twenty.

This definitely wasn't enough for old uncle Dean so he decided to up the ante a little bit. My brother and cousin were also there on this occasion and Dean deemed it necessary to challenge them to drop pants and pop a squat right on top of the ant hills. For the first two or three seconds not much happened. I think it took the ants a little bit to realize they had large butts in their faces. When they did realize, however, all hell broke loose. Kimball and Preston jumped from the ant piles simultaneously, and did the best pants dance I've ever seen. I think Preston told me that he was getting ant bites all the way down the mountain. Even though they didn't make it the full thirty seconds Dean still paid them the money. It was maybe the best forty dollars he ever spent. 

Love

My father has said many quotable things in his life, but I believe that one stands above the rest. Shortly after my dad returned home from his mission he started dating my soon to be mother. Things escalated quickly between them and my father said this, "Kathleen, we're not moving too fast, time is moving too slow." Such a good quote.