Aggravated

So I finally started working on grad school applications tonight. I thought biking (yeah I bought a bike since the last time I posted) to the main library would help me concentrate without all of the distractions my apt. offers. Read that as television.

So I'm here...kind of getting into a writing groove every now and then...but stupid people won't stop talking. First some jr. high kids were having a rubber band war in the book shelves to my right. I played the old man and shooshed them and they ran. I think it's because I am getting so muscle laden (yeah, worked out a lot since last time I posted too). Or, it might have been that a mean looking librarian came over and shooshed them at the same time that I shooshed. I choose to say that it was me.

After I took care of the jr. highers, a conference of some sort let out downstairs and filled the whole atrium with noise. The laptop desks are right by the atrium so it was really loud for about 20 minutes while they exited the building.

Now, some college student looking people are talking really loud at a table behind me. Singing in a group, cell phone ringing, laughing, etc. THey definitely look too old for high school. They definitely aren't smart enough for college. I bet they are in community college.

Anyways...I have 25 minutes until the library closes...wish me luck!

My mommy asked me to update

Hello all! I am doing a lot of work on the internet for work, so when I get home I don't really feel like getting on the computer and updating here. Maybe the blogging apathy will leave soon...

The Sports World since I've been in Utah:

Major League Baseball
My Primary team: St. Louis Cardinals
Outcome: World Series Champions

College Football
My Primary team: Vanderbilt Commodores
Outcome: 5-6 - not bad for Vandy

Secondary team: Any SEC team
Outcome: best in the world....Gators = National Champions

National Football League
My primary team: Tennessee Titans
Outcome: 8-8, NFL Offensive Rookie of the Year - Great for the predictions/expectations

My secondary team: Indianapolis Colts (I'm a Peyton Man, I mean who wouldn't like a 6-4 quarteback with a rocket arm?)
Outcome: World Champions

College Basketball
My Primary team: Vanderbilt Commodores
Outcome: Sweet Sixteen - awesome

My secondary team: any SEC team
Outcome: 4 teams in sweet sixteen, gators = national champions, SEC rocks

College Bowling
My primary team: Vanderbilt Commodores
Outcome: National Champions (I'm a HUGE fan...I even know the cheer for when a bowler gets a turkey) (not really, but go dores!)

National Basketball Association
My primary team: Detroit Pistons
Outcome: up 3 games to 2 in a best of seven series...they should pull it out, then will easily handle the next team

My secondary team: Utah Jazz
Outcome: up 3 games to 1 (playing right this minute) in a best of seven sries...should pull it out tonight, match up favorably with both other teams so might have a chance.

College Baseball
My primary team: Vanderbilt Commodores
Outcome: Won SEC East, No. 1 nationally most of the season, should compete well into the world series...

I THINK IT IS SAFE TO CALL THIS THE YEAR OF ADAM IN SPORTS

And yes, it's all me...

Also, I think fast food restaurants should add sloppy joes to their menus

18 days?

Has it really been 18 days since my last post? Someone's a slacker...

A lot has happened in the last 18 days. I went and had an awesome time hanging out with some of my friends from college in Colorado. One of them lives there now and two came up from the Nashville/ Alabama area. It was fun times.

Also, I broke my streak of 7 consecutive family birthdays forgotten. This is pathetic, I know. If I missed your birthday I'm sorry!

I spent all of last week in Southern Utah to hold meetings for one of the advocacy groups that I am working with. Southern Utah is pretty - lots of rocks and desert though. I like roads and buildings better. Maybe a little grass here and there to add a splash of color, but mostly civilization.

One of the side trips that we took was to Arches National Park. It has the largest concentration of naturally made sandstone arches in the world. It also has a lot of cool rocks.

This one is called "Balanced Rock." I renamed it "The Afro." See it?



This one is called "The Three Gossips." I renamed it "The Three Wise Men."



This one is called "Delicate Arch." I renamed it "Delicate Adam doesn't want to take the 1.5 mile uphill hike so he took a picture from way down here."



There were other cool places too...I actually saw Big Rock Candy Mountain - the one the song was written about. It didn't taste too good...

Cyberpimp

Say what you will about me, but today, between 11:28 and 11:32 am, I got both of these messages and 3 friend requests from scantily clad women on MySpace.

Here are the two messages:

Apr 4, 2007 11:30 AM

Subject: no subject
Body: Hey there Im Amber and I decided to message you because your profile caught my eye as someone I would like to get to know better!! I recently signed up on a new and far more provocative dating site - all you need to sign up and find me is an email to join! You can find my profile here, under the name of sexyamberwantstoplay. I try to stay away from using myspace because it is very restrictive and too much spam. Thanks!

...and...

Apr 4, 2007 11:30 AM

Subject: whats up?
Body: H3Y BABE !!!...Cool myspace u got there.. was just browsing people who live near me and found ya..... Feel free to add me to your M~S~N or A~I~M (both are listed on my MS page..I prefer M`S`N as A'I'M freezes on me so I may not get ur messages...I jusst m0ved so try!ng to meeet sum new people.. xoxox chat soon cutie xoxoxo Paris

Now mind you, I am rarely on MySpace anymore. Maybe 5 minutes a week. Today I happened to get an email informing me of a message from a friend who I am going to see over the weekend so I thought I should check it. In the time I was on MySpace - about 2 minutes - these 5 ladies (remember the 3 friend requests) pounced on me. They were probably waiting on me...I'm apparently such cyber man meat. Actually...I might make my M`S`N or A'I'M screen name (both not listed on my MS page...(I forgot to close that parentheses just like the second message sender - name SEXYBELLA) cybermanmeatuno.

I added uno to this name so people ladies will realize that I am the number one in cyber man meat. Well, at least the ladies who can speak Spanish or played the beloved card game UNO growing up.

Okay, enough of this MySpace crap. But obviously the ladies like what they see on my profile.

Oh, and by the way, I am aware everyone gets these requests/messages. But do they get 5 in 4 minutes like this cyberpimp did? Probably.

Clarification

So when I said I wanted to bring back the fanny pack, I meant that I want at least 65% of the US population to start using fanny packs. Once that 65% makes fanny packs stylish again, I will strongly consider wearing a fanny pack. Once the "fanny pack wearing" population achieves 80% of the entire U.S. population - documented or not - I will wear a fanny pack. My freakin' sweet leather fanny pack that has sat on the bench since 7th grade.

Remember, this is a strong contrast to the "Crocs Craze." I wore Waldies, the company that Crocs bought out, long before Crocs became cool to wear. I will take credit for that "Craze," as Crocs became mad popular about 5 or 6 months after I bought my Waldies. For the record, Waldies are exactly the same as Crocs, except without the strap.

On a sad note, the right arrow button on my ibook is acting up. I have to press it down very hard to make it work.

On a happier note, my right tricep is getting pretty toned because of the added pressure I have to give to the right arrow button.

I don't like the weather anymore...

It is curious that on Monday of this week I was wearing flip flops and the temperature was about 80. Yesterday I awoke to a snow covered windshield and sub-freezing temps. Today it wasn't snowing, but it was about 40 most of the day.

That's all. I just wish the weather would make up it's mind here in Utah.

Oh, and I'm thinking of bringing fanny packs back. Who's with me?

I am serious. I still have a really nice one I got in7th grade but never got the occasion to wear, as they went out of style shortly after I had my "Jr. High Plan" established.

My "Jr. High plan" involved a mirror for my locker, fashionable jogging suits, and my fanny pack fully stocked with pens, pencils, first aid kit, lunch money, and various other things purchased at Big Lots. I was so cool...

For the record, the "plan" didn't pan out because of the fanny packs oddly going out of style over the summer and someone asking me why I wore my pajamas to school one day when I was wearing my "fashionable" jogging suit.

So let's bring 'em back!

Ramblings

So, I've said a few times that I will update more regularly here soon. Obviously that's a lie. I think I will shoot for once a week. That seems like a good goal...Though, remember that in the past I have shot for every few days...

Onto some ramblings:

~ I don't think it is humanly possible to pick a worse bracket than I did this year...at least Vandy did great! Too bad I didn't have them in the Sweet Sixteen. Oh, and again, the SEC rocks. Florida better not upset me...or the 39 million other SEC diehards. I totally just made that number up.

~ When I was young I would flip my pillow at least 4 times a night to get to the "cooler" side. I can't remember the last time I have flipped my pillow? Is there an age where you stop wanting a "cooler" side of the pillow? I don't believe that I like warm pillows now, but it is no longer a priority for me to flip it anymore.

~ I was prescribed a new inhaler for my asthma - one with steroids. I have upped my work out plan just in case it is those kind of steroids. One of the more distressing aspects of this new inhaler is that I have to use it twice a day, whether I feel I need to or not. Also, I have to wash my mouth out after every use, as failing to do so might cause me to get a yeast infection in my mouth.

Now I have heard of yeast infections - never had one, not sure guys can have them - but I am quite sure that you don't want one in your mouth. I wash my mouth out twice after every use. Once with bleach.

~ There are few things more stressful than getting dollar coins and then trying to get rid of them. I felt the need to ask every store/restaurant where I spent one if they accepted them. I, for one, no longer accept them as currency.

~ Onto a couple of shout outs - one to my new friend Laura MD. I put MD not because she is a doctor, but from Maryland. We have a lot of similarities, well, other than the fact that I weigh 2.5 times more than her and am a foot taller. Other than that we are like twins. I bet you couldn't pick me out in a line-up if we were both in the room.

~ The next one to THIS IRISH FARMER who is supposedly going to write a book series that will replace the Harry Potter series. This is coming just at the right time for me, as I was a little worried that after the 7th Harry Potter book comes out in July, my life would continue without the great anticipation of the next seven hundred page children's book for 2 years. This is compounded because I just read from a credible source that Harry dies within the first 10 pages of the next book. Actually, i just made that up. I hope I caused a couple of you to get mad at me for that.

~ I have had a recent revelation that I am no longer the supreme athlete I once was. This realization came when I went with several friends to play touch football a couple of weekends ago. There were about 14 of us playing, and I could only successfully cover 3 people. Mind you that there were 4 girls playing, and one of the people I could cover was a guy. What happened? I used to be everywhere. 3 time flag football champion in college. 7 time little league baseball all-star. All-Region football player in high school. Winner of HORSE against 2 members of the Lady Cougars (Jr. High here in Salt Lake) basketball team. We'll just sum up all of these great credentials as "World Class Athlete."

If anything positive comes out of this realization it is that I will never make myself look like an idiot on Pros vs. Joes. Though, I am pretty sure I could beat Dominique Wilkins in a basketball game to 21 or keep Mia Hamm from scoring a goal. Yeah right. What are these Joes thinking when they go on this show? And they are usually cocky! I would cry. I just hope that I could be a productive member of my little brother's coach pitch team.

Airport Observations

Here are some of my discoveries that were made in the airport on my recent trip to New Jersey...

~ You can arrive at the airport too early. And by too early I mean before the airline is even open for check-in. I had to wait thirty minutes just to let me check in. Then another 2 hours to board. Long morning...

~ The airport workers get really pissed off when they think you are trying to sneak gels and liquids on the plane. I usually check my baggage so I didn't think about having my dop kit in my carry on luggage. So, when the guy asked if I had any liquids or gels I said no...

I got taken into a special room because of all of my gels and such...many of which were taken because they were too big. They didn't believe that I accidentally lied. Jerks. On the bright side I got to keep my shaving cream, which ran out while I was in NJ. Mind you, it ran out after I had half of my face lathered...

~ Tolietries are expensive to replace in the airport.

~ The airport has vacuums that you can ride...like a riding lawn mower, except a vacuum. I think that is awesome. I almost asked if I could try...

~ There were two soldiers on their way to Iraq on my fligth from SLC to Atlanta. Both of them had brought their family to the airport. One of them was about 45 or so, so he had with him his 5 or 6 kids (it is Utah...), his wife, a woman I supposed was his sister, and his parents. It was quite sad to see them all cry when he was boarding, not knowing if they would ever see him again.

The second soldier was a kid who looked like he was still in high school, though I'm sure he was a recent graduate. He had with him his sister, mom, dad, and grandmother. They arrived to the gate around the same time as I did, so i was able to watch one of his family member's excuse his or herself, go to the restroom, and come back with red eyes. The mom did this several times in the course of the 2 hour wait to board. The young soldier had a stare that never left his face. At first I thought the stare was that "10 mile stare" I had heard soldiers have - where they are recreating images of war in their head, like a living nightmare. I later found out (by eavesdropping) that he had yet to go to Iraq. His stare could have been borne from fear or realization.

I couldn't help but get a little misty watching these two scenes. I was some merely an idle witness who is unsure about the war that they are being thrust into - one for the first time, the other a seasoned veteran, but neither certain to return. I hope they can both return safely to their family. Sooner rather than later.

~ On the plane on my return home I was mentioning these two soldiers to the friendly man with whom I was sharing a seat. He mentioned to me that his brother had been killed about a year ago in Iraq, and that his cousin had returned home safely but was not the same. He mentioned that his cousin used to be a really outgoing guy, but now he rarely spoke to anyone. He said that his Aunt and Uncle had to make him eat, shower, and do other things that most able-bodied adults have done since their childhood. Things that he used to do on his own. He even mentioned that occasionally his cousin would break in to tyrannical shouting episodes followed by moments of sheer terror and hours of tears.

It seems to me that every casualty of this war will not be written about in the newspapers' soldier death tolls. Not all of the casualties will have the luxury of being killed.

My soul hurts when I think of a troop surge. My heart cries when I think of the families, soldiers, and civilians who are suffering because of this war. I long for peace.

Wrap-up

I got back last night from a Volunteers Exploring Vocation discernment event at Princeton Theological Seminary. It was a great event...lots of time to think, lots of thought provoking discussion, and a lot of really awesome volunteers throughout the country whom I had the opportunity to meet and hang out with.

I see a couple different posts explaining things that went on there, but for now...

I have two sports writers who I read very regularly - Espn Page 2's Bill Simmons and CBS Sportsline SPIN's Clay Travis. Both of them do a mailbag type of column every so often and respond to writers comments/questions. I have probably sent Bill Simmons 10 emails, thinking he might choose mine to respond to. However, I think he gets hundreds of emails daily and the chance of your email being one of the 30 or so her replies to each month is slim.

So, when Clay Travis started his weekly mailbag a couple months ago I assumed my chances would be better as he did it more often and probably has a much smaller readership (not to say he is a less interesting writer, but Simmons has been around a while and is very good/well known). I had not written until this week when Clay had posted a column about his experiences taking a Wonderlic test (a test that NFL hopefuls take at the combine to test their intelligence). He scored a 29 out of a possible 50. Mind you that he is an attorney, so this was quite distressing to him.

I did a little research and found that a former QB named Quincy Carter - a horrible player and moron who was kicked off of the team for using cocaine - scored a 30. I couldn't resist sending this in to add to Clay Travis' embarassment.

While I was in Princeton Clay replied to my message saying that he replied to it in his mailbag column. You can see it HERE. It is the last letter on the second page of the column.

Snow Retreat

Let me start this retreat by saying that I just saw a guy who had a goatee tattooed on. Awesome. It gave me an idea, as thats about the only way I will ever get facial hair. Actually, I don't care to have facial hair, but I think I would look awesome with a soul patch...

The youth group that I have been hanging out with here in Salt Lake had a snow retreat this weekend up in the Wasatch Mountains. A couple at the church owns an awesome winter cabin up in Big Cottonwood Canyon that they let us use. It was fun hanging out with the kids and celebrating President's day in style.



On Saturday most of the group went skiing but a few of us stayed back at the cabin. When the youth leader needed a chaperone to stay back I obliged, as I'm pretty much terrified to go skiing because of a bad accident several years ago...I guess I will go eventually so as I don't waste the mountains here in Utah.

While back at the cabin I decided to take a walk around the neighborhood. It was an adventure, as the mountains get lots of snow. Luckily they plow the street in this little community or my walk would have been very short.



This is where I found out that "compacted snow" didn't mean what I thought it did. Coincidentally it's also where I found out that ankle socks and tennis shoes were not ideal for taking a walk in a neighborhood that get about 150 inches of snow each winter.



My adventure was truly an adventure, as I had a close call with this bear! Rar! I didn't scare it too much though. My favorite part of this picture is the outhouse in the background.



Finally, I took about 50 pictures like this one, trying to get a good shot of me with the mountains in the background. Sadly, this was about the best one. Who am I kidding. They were all good. I was in them.



Okay, I'll say it. I am dead sexy.

p.s.

So...what was with Grey's Anatomy tonight?

Meredith can't die, right? RIGHT?

Does it make me a loser that both of the posts today have been about tv? I for real have only watched these two hours of tv the last two days...but I digress...

MEREDITH CAN'T DIE!!!

Yay!

Just in case you were worried:

Matt and Julie got back together last night! Whew...

I love Friday Night Lights.

Sad News...

Thanks everyone for the calls, texts and emails today. There was some sad news out of SLC - 6 dead, others injured in a mall shooting. While the mall is about half a mile from my house, I have never been. But still sad news...

I just wish that the majority of the calls I got today weren't "You didn't go crazy and shoot up some mall did you?" The better question would have been, "Adam, you are the most important person in the world to me - you and your friends are okay after the tragic events of last night aren't you?"

Now you know...

Now to tie up a few loose ends in the form of shout outs:

I wanna give a shout out to Sean Paul, Paula Abdul, and The Fray for always keeping me hype during my workouts. I couldn't do it without you guys.

I wanna give a shout out to my girls who had a little reunion in Pulaski last weekend and called me so I could join in on the fun. It was great fun all the way around

I wanna give a shout out to the folks at Lean Cuisine. You do it almost as good as Marie Callender and I don't feel so guilty afterwards. On the negative side I have to eat 4 Lean Cuisines to fill halfway up...

I wanna give a shout out to the good folks at Franzia. Who knew that boxed wine could be both tasty and economical?

I wanna give a shout out to my new best friend, the crockpot. Fajitas are so easy now!

I wanna give a shout out me. I am probably the greatest person I know. Not to mention the most humble person I have ever met. Really, I am a great friend. I aspire to be like me someday...

It's a love/hate thing...

I love that I am 1/6th of the way to sexy.

I love that I can drink diet drinks and Crystal Light and not even miss real cokes and Kool-aid. I can't believe I don't miss Kool-aid...

I hate that no matter how hard I pedal I can't get the elliptical machine to let me do less than a 12 minute mile. Not that I could do less, but I have an excuse now...

I love that I can google "julie and matt back together" and see that there are several other Friday Night Lights fans who have the same concerns. But seriously...they have to get back together!

I hate that I didn't give the writer of THIS NEWS STORY my phone number when she asked how to spell my last name. (You should click on the link to see a quote from me) For real...the writer is super hot. Angie, if you stumble upon this, this isn't the Adam who works at Crossroads Urban Center with CORC and AHAC. It's a different one, so you shouldn't think it's weird that he wanted to give you his phone number - business purposes only. However, I do know the Adam that works at Crossroads Urban center...he is a very nice young man who acts like a gentleman. You would do well to ask him out. Again, things shouldn't be weird because this isn't that Adam.

I hate that most of the Utah state legislators drink coffee and lean in close when they talk to you in the halls. I think I might make a lobbyist gift of a pack of altoids to all legislators. Plus, more than half of them are old and have bad breath anyways...

I love avocados. Who knew that they were edible if they weren't in guacamole?

I love that there is an extreme obesity awareness bill up for approval this year at the Capitol. I especially love that some of the advocates for the group are extremely obese and that we are cordial with each other - head nods, smiles, and what. I love this because if I ever forget my lunch or am out of cash, I should be able to count on these acquaintances for tasty treats.

I love that I will have all expenses paid to go to Princeton Theological Seminary...to go to a Fund for Theological Education discernment event. Did anyone think for a second "Yay, Adam got a full ride to grad school!" ? ...cause that's what I was going for...

I hate that I have to quit this very interesting post...but I have to go to the gym...

I called it!

Colts Win! Man, I am good. If you simply subtract 6 points from the Colts final score, 8 points from the Bears final score and add one interception to Grossman's total - I was right on. Go me! I think prophet is the word for what I pulled off in the comment section of my last post.

One disappointment from the Super Bowl is that I went from one party to the next right before half-time, but because of bad luck with traffic lights, missed both Vinatieri's missed field goal and the first half of Prince's concert.

Sad times...I even left my first party before the first half was over so I could see all of Prince...

Ramblings...

~Dr. Marcus Borg, one of the foremost Jesus and New Testament Scholars of our time, is coming to the church I attend this weekend. I am pretty stoked...when you get a chance to hear someone of this magnitude - even if it is an all-weekend event - you take it...

~Working at the state legislature has been an exhausting but very eye opening and educational experience...too bad I can't find many legislators with an IQ above room temperature...

~I am quite put out by the fact that many of the people who use my gym are couples. How are you supposed to check out the hottie action if you are worried that the hottie's boyfriend or husband (this is more than often the case in SLC, no matter the age)will see you and come beat you up? This is a problem that needs to be addressed.

There a couple of these couples (HA!) that I want to talk about in detail:

There are two different couples who share weight. What I mean by this is there are two different couples who work out together, sharing barbells and such, and the weight never changes. The girl lifts the same weight as the guy. This is funny to me.

There is also an elderly couple that comes. The woman is probably 60 years old, but looks 233. She lifts more than me. The husband looks about 60 and benches about that much too. This could be a cartoon. A hilarious cartoon.

~ I am thinking of growing a soul patch. If I start now it might fill in nicely before I leave Salt Lake.

~ Two of my DCT shows ended in surprise wedding proposals last week. I can hardly wait until Wednesday and Thursday night this week...so exciting! The best part is one of the shows ended in two surprise proposals! I'm really not that excited. Especially since one of the proposees was my girl Lyla Garrity...

~ Last weekend, which officially sucked without football to watch (not that I didn't have other crap to do, I just had no reason to slack). I was a little peeved at the so-called worldwide leader in sports, ESPN, who allowed a host to say football-free weekend instead of football-less. Football-free made it sound like a relief. A ladies basketball-free weekend would be a relief...

~ Diet drinks aren't too bad...but I sure miss my kool-aid. I'm pretty sure it misses me too.

~ Sorry I'm so busy...I don't even think I'm funny on this thing anymore...wait...nope, not funny...

~ Oh, and GO PEYTON! I can't believe I really like an athlete because of his commercials, but before the first Mastercard commercial he was just another Vol...now he's my homie...

Wow

I'm a little embarassed to admit it, but I have been too sore to type since last Monday - when I joined the gym.

I almost swore not to join Gold's Gym, as I called to inquire about their prices before Christmas and they tricked me into giving them my phone number..."can we get your number in case you get disconnected?" "oh yeah...sure, I'm a naive sucker". Jerks. So...I got about 10 calls from them after that night...hard sales. I suck at rejecting hard sales. Is it sales or sells? I don't know...

But anyways, I thought I had an "in" to another, nicer gym, but that fell through. So, the next time Gold's called I suckered them into waiving my membership fee - the up front one that is - and their monthly fees are quite reasonable, like 28 dollars or so. So, now I belong to Gold's Gym.

When I went to set up my membership, the guy who helped me was really nice - almost too nice. He offered to give me a free personal trainer session, which I later found out is standard, and the following coversation ensued:

Me: No thanks, I don't want to resent someone every time I see them.
Awkwardly nice man (ANM): Oh, but it will benefit you so much. You'll learn how to use all of the machines and which exercises will help you cut weight faster.
Me: Well, I used to work out pretty heavy, so I know most of that stuff.
ANM: Okay, so what is your objective in joining?
Me: I want to lose a little weight.
ANM: Tell me what your daily eating habits are.
Me: (I told him)
ANM: Instead of the personal trainer, why don't we set you up an appointment with our dietician (who just happened to run the supplement store).

Note: dietician can be spelled either this way or as dietitian...blows my mind...

So, that was a little embarassing. But, I know I didn't eat too much.

The "dietician" gave me a diet plan. I put dietician in parentheses because I'm pretty sure he is just some dude who works in the supplement store on commission. The diet looked like this:

Breakfast: 6 hard-boiled egg whites, cup of oatmeal
Mid-morning: Protein Shake
Lunch: Turkey sandwich on whole grain bread with lettuce
Mid afternoon: Protein Shake
Dinner: Chicken breast, green salad
Before bed: Protein Shake

So, I don't follow this. I was close to following it before a co-worker told me that the "dietician" probably works on commission, and just being mindful of what I eat will be better.

The one thing the "dietician" did do was schedule me an appointment with a personal trainer - thus the soreness...

Now, every time I see the personal trainer, mean words come to my head.

Television

One of the challenges with my two New Years Resolutions - working out 6 days a week and reading for educational purposes two hours every day - is finding time to also watch the television shows that I have gotten into. It actually won't be that much of a challenge, as there are only a few shows that I watch every week...and they just happen to be spread out on different nights.

So, I present to you, my beloved readers, the "don't call times" for this winter season. "Don't call times" means if my cell phone goes off, I won't answer it. Don't believe me? I recently found out that two of my friends got engaged over the holiday season. One of them called last Thursday during the "don't call time," also known as the hour during which Grey's Anatomy is on, and I ignored the call, even though I knew the news they bore was BIG. Note, I did call them back after the show. So, consider me out of reach during the following times.

Monday: Studio 60 on the Sunset Strip - one of the best shows I've watched in a long time, seriously, I laugh. I cry. Actually, i don't think I've cried yet - but it's an Aaron Sorkin show so I'm sure thats not too far off. Don't call time (DCT) is 9pm to 10 pm, Mountain Time.

Tuesday: American Idol - of course I'm going to watch it. And it is going to be a challenge to watch this in it's entirety and get my work out/reading in. The first few weeks will be two-hour shows and then it'll start being on Wednesday, which might cramp my style with my Wed. night show. On the plus side I'll get to fall in love with another contestant and Katharine McPhee will probably get a reprieve from my fan mail. Wait, I've never sent her fan mail...that must be why she hasn't reciprocated my love...DCT = Tuesdays, 7pm - 9pm (for a couple weeks, then 7-8pm) Mountain Time.

Wednesday: Friday Night Lights - I know this might confuse you, but even though it's called Friday Night Lights, it comes on on Wednesdays. This is just a great teenager soap opera show. And Lyla Garrity is super hot. But I'm torn in saying that Lyla Garrity is super hot for several reasons. I will outline them here.



1. I'm sure that the actress portraying Lyla is much older than the character, but the character is only a senior in high school - meaning 17 or 18 years old. So, this admiration could be perverted. But I'm sure her character is much older than 18, as are the other actors/actresses portraying these high school kids...right? Right?

2. Lyla Garrity's boyfriend, Jason Street, was the star quarterback who is now paralyzed after the first game of the season. I can't steal a cripples girlfriend. That's just wrong.

3. Another character already tried to steal Lyla, then kind of got beat up by the cripple. This character, well, the actor, was later on the cover of Men's Health Magazine with ripping muscles. I guess what I'm trying to say is if the cripple can kind of beat up that guy, he won't have much trouble with me.

Anyways...DCT = 7pm - 8pm Mountain Time...if American Idol has their elimination show at this time I am going to raise hell.

Thursdays: Grey's Anatomy - First off...I love the show. Second off...the name is misleading as we have yet to see any of Meredith Grey's Anatomy. The false advertisement almost makes me want to discontinue watching. But, it's the best show on TV. And, I think Izzy and I would make a perfect couple. I will outline why here:

1. She's a multi - millionaire. 8.7 million to be exact.

2. She's a doctor who will make a lot of money.

3. She's beautiful.

See...perfect match. I like all three qualities in a woman. DCT = 8pm - 9p Mountain Time.

Well, these are the four shows I'm watching now. If they aren't on, and the TV is, it's either sports or Hogan Knows Best...that is until The Simple Life 5 comes on. I love that show! It's hot.

I'm a genius

I have thought long and hard about it. I have come to the conclusion that the title of the last post - Brotherhood and the Travelin' Pants - is the most clever title I have produced as of yet. If you don't think it's clever, just think about those books written for teenage girls that most middle-aged women also read. I think there was even a movie. Clever play on words huh? Even more clever than my post entitled A Patriot Act, a title so clever I pat myself on the back every time I walk by the mail center where the picture from that post was taken. Incidentally my avoidance of the shop owner who took my picture has led to an awkward relationship, as for a couple of weeks after our "photo shoot" (no, not that kind of photo shoot) he would wave at me.

Also, I just re-read my post from a while back about flatulence. First Class. I laughed out loud several times. Man, I know humor.

I am writing all of this just to let you know that I am a genius. My geniusness (is this a word? I feel like a genius should know if this is a word or not, so I'm torn - but, geniuses can coin words too...I mean, honestly...Quirk? Einstein could have done so much better) has led me to realize that a true genius never stops learning. Incidentally, I, the genius, am not sure if my plural version of genius above is correct or if quirk is the word Einstein coined for that sciencey thing he did. Therefore, I will dive into learning by looking these things up later.

Anyways, this desire to learn has driven me to resolve two things. Well, actually just one, but I have two resolutions:

In 2007, I resolve to read for educational purposes two hours each day.

In 2007, I resolve to work out six times a week.

I have been able to do the reading, will join a gym soon to follow through with the working out. So, don't be surprised if I start showing up on Abercrombie and Fitch bags.

Anyways, I'm a genius. I'm also super humble. In fact, I would go so far to say that I am the most humble person that I know.

Brotherhood and the Travelin' Pants

Sorry for the delay in posting...I know I start out a lot of posts like this though so it's probably losing it's value.

Anyways, I had a wonderful time at home in TN. I got to spend lots of time with my family and got to see lots of friends too! It was great.

I am glad to be back in the swing of things here in Salt Lake...work and everything...and it's even better now that I have a vehicle here. I can go places without planning well in advance.

Before I get to the meat of this post...let me say. Go SEC. Am I ever wrong? Never.

So...

Me and my awesome brother - David - drove my truck from TN all the way out here to Utah. It was about a 24 hour drive on paper. At the end of the first day of driving I thought we were kicking that paper's butt, as we were a little ahead of schedule.

However, the second day killed all hopes of getting back too quickly, as about 10 minutes into the day of driving (after it snowed the night before) I got a little too confident and, while going between 45-50mph on the interstate, hit ice and fishtailed into the median. David, myself, the truck, and all the luggage were fine. The only thing that was hurt was our confidence and my pride. After getting towed out after a short wait...we were back on the road. There were a couple of tense spots, but not too bad. It's actually probably good that we set the tone for the day of being safe early. On the up side I got to feel what its like to get gawked at by passers by. Who am I kidding...I've always known what that's like. The ladies gawk all the time...

Anyways, the two solid days of driving with David gave us good brotherhood time. And both days I wore my travelin' pants.



The last several times I have had a day of travelin' - whether it be an airport or in car - I have worn these pants. Thus, I am decreeing that from the present and henceforth, any time I, Adam Burgett, travels, the Travelin' Pants shall be worn. Sharing them with my friends will not be necessary.