New pants

I don't want to brag or anything, but I look really good. All my pants wear out really fast, because I am a real man with a real job. I've decided that I am going to strike against cheap pants. Sure, I can go to Old Navy and buy a pair of pants for 15 bones, but they only last me a couple of months. Maybe it is all the praying that I am doing that causes my pants to wear out in the knees. Or maybe it is kneeling down in the dirt while wiring up and outlet. It's one of those things we'll never know.

"What is it that makes a complete stranger dive into an icy river to save a solid gold baby? Maybe we'll never know."

Work

In case any of you have been wondering, I am a real man with a real man's job. I am an electrician. I will have to put up some pictures later. The hilight of being an electrician is goofing off all day with Dale. I must say that we have the most fun and make the most money when we work together. This is partly because the middle aged ladies that drive by think that we are the village people and give us big tips. Today, Dale cut open his knuckle. He will probably read this, and I probably won't care that he reads this. He is accident prone at work. I cringe anytime he gets to use a razor, screwdriver, or any other tool for that matter. That's pretty much all I have to write. See, family? The reason I don't post more often is because of things like this. I just read this! It's lame!

P.S. David Hodo is my hero. The scan cut off the note he wrote to me. It reads, "Elden, I am tired of always wearing my wife's pants. I am just getting too old for this. The trade needs another sexy man who can wear chains and a hard hat for no apparent reason. That man is you! Much love, see you on Friday at the YMCA."