Lethal Jello

How's that for a blast from the past. I believe that was a joke that put Lethal Jello as the name of our praise band for the youth group at CBC.

So, I was looking at my blog and I realized, I have like NOOO pics on here. Well, I am just going to have to do that. Here they are..

This is from the left, Alex, Dillon, and Dustin. Dillon and Dustin are brothers.

Just a funny.

Just another funny.

See, my sister don't need no swimmin lessons, she can already walk on water!!

Dillon, Malachi, Alex, AND me all in the backseat of a car.

This is my little bro, John, eating cake from his fifth birthday party(im surprised he lasted that long)....


There, you have it. I put pictures on my blog. Now, I must go to school. What a drag.

Licorice Slapping

Yes. We did it. I am spending the night at Dustin and Dillon's last night right? And his mom opens up a bag of red licorice(i hate black licorice), and we start eating it. Now, I am a huge fan of Skillet's podcast, and in one of their episodes, they have like a pain competition and they take turns slapping the inside of each others arms right where it bends(a surprisingly sensitive area i might add)with a strap or something. So, I thought, in a moment of foolishness, why don't we do it, only with strips of licorice. Well, seeing as how my friends are also foolish teenagers, they agree to do it. I slap you, you slap me, we slap him, he slaps us....WoW!...

This is a picture of Dillon's arm. If you look at it, you can see swollen, lines formed by the ridges on the licorice. And we all had that.....


Who knew licorice could hurt so much?!?!....I sure didn't....

And the next day was all about cold reminders.


Which is what I got several, painful times in our Youth Group day to the snow. Sad, I know. That fact that we had to set aside a day to drive to the snow, just reminds me how far I am from Montana. But, it was still the the bomb. We had several snowball fights which really ended up being me and Dillon verse everyone else. Not Good! So we drive up there, like caravan style or something. We drive about 45 minutes, then up the side of a mountain a good ways to even get to snow. Then, we set up on a wide spot, drop some people off to build a fire, attach the inner-tubes to the back of the trucks, load them up and floor it.

Let me tell you something, when you are at the bottom of a 7 person pile up, on one inner-tube, going 20 miles an hour, with your midsection dragging in the snow and ice, it hurts. It's also SOOOOO much fun!! Reminds me of the good ol' days....yea, I am only 16 and I made a good ol' days reference, SO WHAT!?!?!

Then you come back down the mountain, eat lunch, and then do it again, only colder.


picture courtesy of my new ipod......

Algebra 2 Tamed

But only temporarily. I have survived yet another Algebra 2 test of my mental toughness and endurance. Not without lots of brain pain of course, but I made it. Barely.!

So, if a teacher says don't do something, it really means just don't get caught right? I mean it's better to ask permission that forgiveness on occasion right?? Okay, maybe that's not the best idea ever, but hey, doesn't mean we can't entertain it!

So, nothing exciting has been going on. Vinny and Chelsea are pretty much back together(when you are constantly holding hands under the table,dragging on each other, its kinda obvious). Dillon is still obsessed with a girl*who I will leave unnamed* who lives in TEXAS for Pete's sake. I keep telling that guy to get a life.

My foot is completely healed from the stepping on a nail deal. I have become a series of exercises that, hopefully, will allow me to dunk on a regulation sized hoop in the future. A very lofty goal I know, but still, a achievable one I think.

I am watching the tv show Charm City Cakes, and they delivered a cake that looks like a knight in armor to a place called Medieval Times. They are dressed up in medieval clothes and stuff. Kinda makes me wanna be a knight. Tho, I think I would rather be a Duke instead.

Which bring up the question, what medieval time role would you like to be? Duke? Duchess? King? Queen? Cardinal? Princess? Prince? Executioner maybe?

Zombieland Rule # 6-SKILLET: Big. Cast Iron. In the event of a zombie invasion in your home and you don't have your gun in your hand, grab one of these. It will get the job done if wielded correctly. And, because it doubles as a cooking dish, cook your self an omelet afterward. Try cooking it in bacon grease.