Nirvana

3. a place or state characterized by freedom from or oblivion to pain, worry, and the external world.

I'm pretty sure that I am the only Warner who has ever reached this state. Just thought I might let you know. I hope to get a new camera soon (hint, hint Leah and Sir Dylan) so that I can document a day in the life.
My semester ends this week. I am pretty dang excited. We don't start our next semester until January 22nd. What's up with that? It's pretty much the coolest winter break ever. I am getting to the point where I kind of need to decide what the heck I am going to major in. I have been taking a lot of classes just to see if I like that sort of thing and so I am afraid that I have a lot of electives stored up that aren't going to do me a lick of good! Oh well, I'll just have to go to school for three more years. No big deal, right? Old Toasty is up for suggestions on what to do with his life. I know everyone is probably going to say, "Major in Glam Rock Hottology", or, "Why don't you become a male model and help people by showing them what to wear and how to do their hair in interesting ways?". Take this into account, I want to show everyone that I can earn a living with my brain, and not just rely on my perfectly sculpted body for a career. I think Miranda's comment is getting to my head.

This is Dale

Dale is my brother. This is when I graduated high school, probably the biggest deal ever. I just like this picture because we both look really happy... and I have a lot more hair than I do now.

Meetings

I was in a meeting tonight for two hours. This is enough to make a body weary. I like my church meetings short and sweet. If you want to talk about other things, call me sometime, but in a meeting, get to the point. Now the real reason I am writing is because I walk into the room, and it smelled like FEET! There were only three people in the room, but it was still difficult to point out the pungent perpetrator. Anyway, It was a bad two hour meeting, because I was pretty much just looking at peoples feet the whole time, wondering why I was still in that little room. I'm sure you are all thrilled to know.

Best buds

Just in case anyone was wondering, this is my best buddy, Glen. If I wasn't poor, I would go see him at his sisters' wedding this next weekend. He is probably the biggest butt-head I have ever known.

Date night

I went on a double date on Thursday. It was interesting. We started off with a fear factor type of dinner. We had 10 weird ingredients that were numbered, who would guess, 1-10. We picked 4 phase 10 cards to determine the ingredients of each sandwich. Mine was a ketchup, mustard, hot sauce and cheese sandwich, with extra ketchup. My dates sandwich was a grape jelly, hotsauce, ketchup and mayo sandwich. I was the only one that finished my sandwich. After that we did something semi normal and went bowling. All in all, a fun night.

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."