tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-88780820439151126412024-03-13T00:21:32.992-05:00The Matt Mac BlogBecause I Don't Have A KidMatt Machttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17420604170902258700noreply@blogger.comBlogger76125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8878082043915112641.post-15343098641881899872010-02-10T15:14:00.002-06:002010-02-10T15:23:11.647-06:00Not His Actual Jacket<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj26sWmZOy_CIvAgle3cF_cuMvFexo8_WLHUbJUOwfvdnexlRySaoDBzTj5EI4HjESpbRWkwntNIinHd66aLfRBns2cBcUpeSfSu0ejoK9Yd6XKCDn-903uC9yRwG5WGXEO3OSuHpd52_jY/s1600-h/americanflagjacket.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5436727351157919106" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 233px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 315px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj26sWmZOy_CIvAgle3cF_cuMvFexo8_WLHUbJUOwfvdnexlRySaoDBzTj5EI4HjESpbRWkwntNIinHd66aLfRBns2cBcUpeSfSu0ejoK9Yd6XKCDn-903uC9yRwG5WGXEO3OSuHpd52_jY/s320/americanflagjacket.jpg" border="0" /></a> - I have a new boss. His name is Mitch. He wears an American Flag jacket.<br /><br /><div></div>Matt Machttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17420604170902258700noreply@blogger.com46tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8878082043915112641.post-62872074015200347142010-01-26T14:29:00.004-06:002010-01-26T14:50:36.068-06:00A National Epidemic<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiSwzrkYqHP1qEpTAMZeatKADUSmjLPV2eLwlmhjBmyIuS4_cYhG0JHWer1jOpg51YYAbwVfAUAiYZni0rCOumEZOD1jTv9zWtIYRAYhk8xM1GYq6d3uXje3_s3n3CJHKYrpwjLlpx56s-V/s1600-h/Scarves.bmp"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5431148475233186514" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiSwzrkYqHP1qEpTAMZeatKADUSmjLPV2eLwlmhjBmyIuS4_cYhG0JHWer1jOpg51YYAbwVfAUAiYZni0rCOumEZOD1jTv9zWtIYRAYhk8xM1GYq6d3uXje3_s3n3CJHKYrpwjLlpx56s-V/s320/Scarves.bmp" border="0" /></a> The past few years, I have noticed something. It started off small but has gradually kept growing and growing. At first it was just young women, but now it includes all ages. It started off more prevalent in cold weather cities, but it is now nationwide. It was exclusive to only a few months of the year but can now be seen year round, even in Kansas City in July. What is this horrible, horrible problem? Women wearing scarves indoors, of course.<br />If any of you are at work, take a stroll through the maze of cubicles and I guarantee you will find at least 3 women wearing scarves. For every 100 miles you go north of the Mason-Dixon line, multiply that number by 2. Now I understand why a scarf should be worn, to keep your neck and part of your face warm in blustery weather. So why do you keep it on indoors? The office is set at 72 degrees with no breeze. “But I’m always cold” says every woman that has ever walked the earth. A few suggestions….<br /><br />1) Buy a shirt that is more than 1/32 of an inch thick (seriously, the one week that I worked folding clothes at the mall, I realized that most women’s clothing is thinner than Always Save brand toilet paper. It’s ridiculous).<br />2) Put on a sweater.<br />3) Put on a shirt that covers your chest (only applicable to some).<br /><br />If you only wear the scarf because you are cold, then why didn’t I see you wearing one back in 2003? And I swear I saw some girls wearing scarves in the middle of July here in Kansas City. Really, are you cold? At that same time my only goal isn’t to get pit stains from sweating so much, and you have a 6 foot long piece of wool wrapped around your neck. You know the long haired punk rock kid that wears a beanie year round while he skateboards? You look just as dumb.<br /><br />Overall ladies, you look like f*cking idiots, like a cross between someone with whiplash and a Burmese python snake charmer. But you're doing it just to stay warm, right?Matt Machttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17420604170902258700noreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8878082043915112641.post-1156243372594330722010-01-20T02:49:00.002-06:002010-01-20T03:00:22.120-06:00Emo Kids<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhzgOnubsU3XZbpvXxmPoxvQD3zGNJNF9vz3_ZyS1NuAw5IoYFPDKojuQYBWB5eYQoFZ9lVGIekgJ_7t1OBR5VJJuWl7Hp_Fs52Lj0lzZa-rSsl6ja43P2QHEuXgv8alvx0d5ytb_KtL72t/s1600-h/emo.bmp"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5428741625891521042" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 210px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhzgOnubsU3XZbpvXxmPoxvQD3zGNJNF9vz3_ZyS1NuAw5IoYFPDKojuQYBWB5eYQoFZ9lVGIekgJ_7t1OBR5VJJuWl7Hp_Fs52Lj0lzZa-rSsl6ja43P2QHEuXgv8alvx0d5ytb_KtL72t/s320/emo.bmp" border="0" /></a> -Seriously, they are funny without even realizing it. I was trying to do a random post here about fat high school boys that wear skinny jeans, but after my extensive web research for a picture of that I couldn't find one. Ok, so I looked for about 27 seconds then came across this picture and gave up...but this is still funny in my book.<br />-I hate The Shane Company. No one outside of Kansas City will know what I'm talking about (unless this chain of jewelery stores is in more places than KC), but they have the most annoying radio commercials ever. I only listen to 3 radio stations, but about 33.8% of all commercials on these stations have the same annoying-ass monotone voice saying how their jewels are of high quality and....well, as I don't even know the rest because I change the station. Then there is a good chance that the station I change it to also is having a commercial for The Shane Company on at the same time, in which case I just drive off the nearest cliff. If for some reason I ever buy a piece of jewelery, I know that it will no be with the company owned by Mr. Tom Shane.<br />-So I found out the hard way that when Match.com says they have a guarentee of finding love, they only mean that they will give you 6 months free after you pay, and that after that 6 months is up they just bug the fuck out of you to sign up for 6 more months of Match.Matt Machttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17420604170902258700noreply@blogger.com12tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8878082043915112641.post-40685090205953437882010-01-19T00:33:00.002-06:002010-01-19T00:50:05.074-06:00This Pretty Much Sums It Up<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEicCMOhiwIbl-GNZlmGnxvY6VW-5lWxSGMCvsnsvjOcJohl_KSwZ5vVPIhvr58KLHNmJMId2Fb_QRhERavFoUzUXy1g1UMldSS85gNxQiKe2Ron-OUL6MMXh2SXrWl3G2sU5MF_XegJdAMT/s1600-h/Carter+Depressed.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5428337755908357570" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEicCMOhiwIbl-GNZlmGnxvY6VW-5lWxSGMCvsnsvjOcJohl_KSwZ5vVPIhvr58KLHNmJMId2Fb_QRhERavFoUzUXy1g1UMldSS85gNxQiKe2Ron-OUL6MMXh2SXrWl3G2sU5MF_XegJdAMT/s320/Carter+Depressed.jpg" border="0" /></a> Even though he will hate me later in life for it, I'm doing my best to turn Carter (and eventually the twins) into Royals fans. If I am succesfull, it means they will most likely be rooting for a team that is one giant collection of suck. Last season we went to a late season game and Carter got to run the bases after the game, which was really cool. For some reason the other day he saw baseball on TV and told his mom that he wanted to run the bases with Uncle Matt. There was a good foot of snow on the ground on this time. Anyways, Carter called me and said he wanted to run the bases, I said we could do it this summer, but he should go find his Royals #1 foam finger. He immediately put it on and Katie took a picture for me. She swears he was happy and smiling, but somehow this is the picture that turned out. Combine the optimism of the number one finger and the look of depression on his face, and Carter at the age of 2 has summed up the feelings of Royals fans everywhere.<br /><div></div>Matt Machttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17420604170902258700noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8878082043915112641.post-55237806647300978102010-01-16T10:20:00.003-06:002010-01-16T10:28:01.856-06:00I'M BAAAAAACK!!!!!!<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiglfqtCCHuItKSuwi7EPRGVczUvmUAISVWcAOAPj7_XPdmRxJiJH0p3gCbbFao43txRg7b9tXwPYoGKchxZPFX7EeIaLyKj5Bn8xlzLS-eRFQuzzsFBTfKhSAO12zIvIUwMdvgtul9-fUm/s1600-h/usc-song-girls.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5427373619047696786" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 180px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiglfqtCCHuItKSuwi7EPRGVczUvmUAISVWcAOAPj7_XPdmRxJiJH0p3gCbbFao43txRg7b9tXwPYoGKchxZPFX7EeIaLyKj5Bn8xlzLS-eRFQuzzsFBTfKhSAO12zIvIUwMdvgtul9-fUm/s320/usc-song-girls.jpg" border="0" /></a> Due to the overwelming support of you all and at the insistance of Natalia, Jistin, and Billy Mays himself, the Matt Mac Blog will be back up and running soon. Let me gather my thoughts and I'll put up something good shortly. Though I'm not saying the picture of the USC Song Girl with a super wedgie isn't good...<br />I seem to have lost my camera, so there might not be as many pictures as before, but that means plenty more room for my random thoughts.<br /><div></div>Matt Machttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17420604170902258700noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8878082043915112641.post-35033806576777060202010-01-11T23:15:00.002-06:002010-01-11T23:15:53.590-06:00Um......anyone even check this thing out anymore? Deciding if I should revive the Matt Mac blog.Matt Machttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17420604170902258700noreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8878082043915112641.post-64777451478818110312009-08-26T12:42:00.000-05:002009-08-26T12:43:41.624-05:00RecipeHere's the recipe for the jerk marinade from the last post...<br /><br />Jamaican Jerk Sauce<br />6 Hot Peppers, anything from Jalapenos to Habaneros<br />2 Tablespoons Dried Thyme<br />2 Tablespoons Ground Allspice<br />1 Small Piece Fresh Ginger, peeled and roughly chopped<br />1 Bulb of Garlic (yes, a whole bulb), peeled<br />3 Onions, peeled and roughly chopped<br />2 Tablespoons Sugar<br />1 Tablespoon Salt<br />1 Teaspoon Pepper<br />½ Cup Olive Oil<br />½ Cup Soy Sauce<br />1 Cup Orange Juice<br />1 Cup Apple Cider Vinegar<br /><br />Place all ingredients in a blender, blend until smooth. Save some of the marinade to use as a dipping sauce for cooked meat. Marinate meat overnight. I usually use chicken thighs or thin sliced pork loin, and this recipe makes a large amount of marinade so you can cook up to 10 pounds of meat. Grill meat over medium heat and enjoy!Matt Machttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17420604170902258700noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8878082043915112641.post-34640250439670468222009-08-18T20:16:00.006-05:002009-08-18T20:56:57.644-05:00Immitating My MomSo my Mama Sue recently started a food blog, The Faithfull Foodie <a href="http://faithfulfoodie.wordpress.com/">http://faithfulfoodie.wordpress.com/</a>, that is becoming quite popular and she is having a great time doing it. This inspired me to do a food post on here, although since I'm much lazier than my mother, I'm only doing one post not an entire blog, and wont' post the recipe unless anyone asks for it. But other than that, it's just like The Faithful Foodie. Well, my language and jokes I'm sure are a little more coarse as well. But I digress. I recently had my first crop of jalapeno's from my garden (do not ask me about my tomatoes, or what are really just tomato plants since not one friggin' tomato actually formed), so I decided to make some Jamaican Jerk Pork for my sweetie. OK, so my sweetie is just my roomate Killa. But it is his favorite meal.<br /><br />Here are my first 6 beautiful jalapenos. Actually, they are numbers 2-7 as there was one early bird a few weeks ago that I ate with some cheese and crackers, but I consider that just a test run. Aren't I such a green thumb?<br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhhoSNwDh_83WIHq1shxzPvjoz0YmTXt63xnlO6v4Qf1Sz_b8Xqf_PYNcscxsd_HPV6-JhBJCjfyXEBmEsNf2TCqEMN-vJxC7Dh4IHCCt3IbLT91e5u2D7mZLwFLIKQgg3QFhQ6rSk0DJp5/s1600-h/Jalapenos+and+Jerk+001.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5371483530734047202" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhhoSNwDh_83WIHq1shxzPvjoz0YmTXt63xnlO6v4Qf1Sz_b8Xqf_PYNcscxsd_HPV6-JhBJCjfyXEBmEsNf2TCqEMN-vJxC7Dh4IHCCt3IbLT91e5u2D7mZLwFLIKQgg3QFhQ6rSk0DJp5/s320/Jalapenos+and+Jerk+001.JPG" border="0" /></a> I probably could have bought these at thre grocery store for about 18 cents...<br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgcKF_3kxoa-Wgp4i7Qvu5_G0rLRmYvBaXsrBpGEoVau9in3Ks7aTID2lq2gnfnSg7Q29fKrAoSq-FS5uZlLad6V-OmXtP6gyw9jxe32IAXonqurly4p58pOvlB-zpOv8L67zENAe_Qv9Cc/s1600-h/Jalapenos+and+Jerk+002.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5371483515182190850" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgcKF_3kxoa-Wgp4i7Qvu5_G0rLRmYvBaXsrBpGEoVau9in3Ks7aTID2lq2gnfnSg7Q29fKrAoSq-FS5uZlLad6V-OmXtP6gyw9jxe32IAXonqurly4p58pOvlB-zpOv8L67zENAe_Qv9Cc/s320/Jalapenos+and+Jerk+002.JPG" border="0" /></a> Here's the batch of the jerk sauce/marinade. Yes, it makes a ton, so you just have to have a lot of meat to marinade, plus save some for a dipping sauce.<br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi-y5x0d9rBPnahNZPlLo5NI-kgNFCAwSILnsvHd8bAlro4HEbSqDFjA-jIVziFPKpfZTl9pysKR3nJ2Azi5iF3Xs5Ye2P629JgB_Aema5_8OVifGUV7ES1UOwTffHmBLkzH2S3hI_6Iv4g/s1600-h/Jalapenos+and+Jerk+003.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5371483506203879170" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi-y5x0d9rBPnahNZPlLo5NI-kgNFCAwSILnsvHd8bAlro4HEbSqDFjA-jIVziFPKpfZTl9pysKR3nJ2Azi5iF3Xs5Ye2P629JgB_Aema5_8OVifGUV7ES1UOwTffHmBLkzH2S3hI_6Iv4g/s320/Jalapenos+and+Jerk+003.JPG" border="0" /></a> Since my recipe for the marinade makes an entire blender full, I decided to go all out and get 8 pounds of meat. I've done chicken in the past but wanted to mix it up a little. Plus pork was on sale. So I bought 8 pounds of pork chops you ask? Hell no, that's for suckers. I got an 8 pound pork loin and decided to do the butchering myself. Here I wanted to have something next to "the loin" for comparison's sake, so here's Woody checking things out.<br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgNUdavgm3IsvOI0sYc5v3-mcYk8XvP8LMi38RGqM0TSTn4bPUCCRzROo3PsQrlkHeIe4vCRtz5WLkyT3oEjbfe3Ij9h7vJ6d9prsputs0_HnE5-_J2HR3Gizao-a13FzqwHPJYL6AOb3zN/s1600-h/Jalapenos+and+Jerk+004.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5371483498278706866" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgNUdavgm3IsvOI0sYc5v3-mcYk8XvP8LMi38RGqM0TSTn4bPUCCRzROo3PsQrlkHeIe4vCRtz5WLkyT3oEjbfe3Ij9h7vJ6d9prsputs0_HnE5-_J2HR3Gizao-a13FzqwHPJYL6AOb3zN/s320/Jalapenos+and+Jerk+004.JPG" border="0" /></a> I can't tell if he wants to kill it or make love to it.<br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjSNxihJNbscxuOt7yo0hQ5_hOr5LojiNPhFT36c8_jcO871pHKR2yaVwdIwYYSUnA8GLr7FWRgs8VmeIL3vyfVAWUi3eMSW-o7HEu6Ea482BvndvSROUgR8D9MRP2V3Rt3y1PdAhWclTkJ/s1600-h/Jalapenos+and+Jerk+005.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5371483484209193122" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjSNxihJNbscxuOt7yo0hQ5_hOr5LojiNPhFT36c8_jcO871pHKR2yaVwdIwYYSUnA8GLr7FWRgs8VmeIL3vyfVAWUi3eMSW-o7HEu6Ea482BvndvSROUgR8D9MRP2V3Rt3y1PdAhWclTkJ/s320/Jalapenos+and+Jerk+005.JPG" border="0" /></a> It got even longer once it came out of the package. That's what she said...<br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhUI0FoVkuC4fwLbCz1_s5wV-exIWxIiH5yOwVdazY_o9lnDabuxzUNPzlSsJTQf9ZhgM9TEGdAccLf20wVEyQMtNmRsCXRNNy4OxwgxMZ3KX1Vf9arDlq-D7DUQhyphenhyphenxnJX2H5DywUWURtwX/s1600-h/Jalapenos+and+Jerk+007.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5371482746611032722" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhUI0FoVkuC4fwLbCz1_s5wV-exIWxIiH5yOwVdazY_o9lnDabuxzUNPzlSsJTQf9ZhgM9TEGdAccLf20wVEyQMtNmRsCXRNNy4OxwgxMZ3KX1Vf9arDlq-D7DUQhyphenhyphenxnJX2H5DywUWURtwX/s320/Jalapenos+and+Jerk+007.JPG" border="0" /></a> Here it is with about 1/3 of the meat cut into thin chops for the marinade and placed in a baggie, 1/3 cut into thick chops to cook later, and 1/3 still in the form of "the loin," though I later cut that into thin chops for the second baggie.<br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgSn8xAMB2O_BViQ578hf5uurLMfMJ_Ipa5YPWNtuY7cwvPl4UTM0u4ZKMAu8k4bI62-GmCILY8pPyeNGgeyNNxBhX2qB-2t9cC38rXtyVkxkhwB71nF3ezkFUh1IxmNo00sMg_mLNSxVaE/s1600-h/Jalapenos+and+Jerk+009.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5371482732746904210" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgSn8xAMB2O_BViQ578hf5uurLMfMJ_Ipa5YPWNtuY7cwvPl4UTM0u4ZKMAu8k4bI62-GmCILY8pPyeNGgeyNNxBhX2qB-2t9cC38rXtyVkxkhwB71nF3ezkFUh1IxmNo00sMg_mLNSxVaE/s320/Jalapenos+and+Jerk+009.JPG" border="0" /></a> After marinating overnight and grilling over medium heat, here's the finished product.<br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgNIF5Gzilq4DQWUKHJmDk8v4uOJZsP0ltnP61KxKwBbuI86HQB_C52uW7yF6W2ZwwpoOVqISAKDqS5VEKfEl1ujMnge9Qh80h3xQgguijAdiXHhvVz9OfyyxbIFBnnhNxOXTunVQ2qdjlJ/s1600-h/Jalapenos+and+Jerk+010.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5371482721641087074" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgNIF5Gzilq4DQWUKHJmDk8v4uOJZsP0ltnP61KxKwBbuI86HQB_C52uW7yF6W2ZwwpoOVqISAKDqS5VEKfEl1ujMnge9Qh80h3xQgguijAdiXHhvVz9OfyyxbIFBnnhNxOXTunVQ2qdjlJ/s320/Jalapenos+and+Jerk+010.JPG" border="0" /></a></div></div></div></div></div></div></div><br />So I totally just had a revelation. How can a white boy like me from Missouri (pronounced Mizzeruh so it sounds trashier) cook such good Jamaican food? Because my all time favorite movie is Cool Runnings and I played in a reggae band for about a week. PEACE BE THE JOURNEY!!!Matt Machttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17420604170902258700noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8878082043915112641.post-25279903099138094402009-08-12T23:36:00.002-05:002009-08-13T00:16:37.770-05:00Random Things In My Head- If you eat dinner at Buffalo Wild Wings, make sure you wash your hands BEFORE you take a piss, not just afterwards. Trust me on that one.<br />- So if you couldn't tell from the previous comment, I was at B-Dubs tonight (Buffalo Wild Wings), and I noticed they had 4 bottles of UV Vodka at the bar. Grape, Cherry, Apple, and.......... Blue. Um, what tree does the Blue fruit grow on? What is the scientific name of the Blue plant? And I kinda want to make a joke right now that involves Kool-Aid, but I won't.<br />- I've noticed that it is socially acceptable to take your dog to public places or other peoples houses (probably since you can't leave them home alone) and everyone is supposed to be OK with it, even if there wasn't any permission given to take the dog there in the first place. While I don't hate dogs like I used to, they still aren't my favorite thing ever. I think in retaliation of that I'm going to just start showing up with my cat to random places and see if people are cool with it, with my main focus being to take Woody to peoples houses that have dogs. First off, I am confident in this since every time Woodrow has come face to face with a dog he beats their ass (even chasing a full sized Boxer down the street), plus I just want to see how awkward it gets at the socail gathering I come to with a cat.<br />- If you are hanging out with a girl who is a stripper but she isn't working, but then she takes her top off, are you still supposed to tip her? I'm seriously not joking here, this happened to me the other week.<br />- In case you were wondering, I gave her a dollar. And she took it. Without using her hands.<br />- Yes, she only had her top off, I'm not that dirty.<br /><br />That's it kids, I'm going to bed.<br /><br />Natalia, are you happy now?Matt Machttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17420604170902258700noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8878082043915112641.post-13906808305776640722009-07-20T14:24:00.001-05:002009-07-20T14:30:24.146-05:00So I Need To Fall In Love With Someone Named Matt McLaughlin?<a class="informTopicLink" title="Kelly Hildebrandt" href="http://www.nbcmiami.com/topics?topic=Kelly+Hildebrandt">Kelly Hildebrandt</a> is in love with Kelly Hildebrandt, and soon they'll be married.<br />It's been a whirlwind romance for the guy and gal who share the same name, and it all started with an innocent <a class="informTopicLink" title="Facebook Inc." href="http://www.nbcmiami.com/topics?topic=Facebook+Inc.">Facebook</a> message.<br />"She started off 'Hey, I saw we have the same name,and I thought it was kind of cool, Just wanted to say hi I guess. LOL,'" the male <a class="informTopicLink" title="Male Kelly" href="http://www.nbcmiami.com/topics?topic=Male+Kelly">Kelly</a> said.<br />Kelly the female, from <a class="informTopicLink" title="Coral Springs" href="http://www.nbcmiami.com/topics?topic=Coral+Springs">Coral Springs</a>, was curious to see profiles of people with the same name when she happened across Kelly the male in Lubbock, Texas.<br />"I searched my own name and he's the only one who came up and actually in the picture he didn't have a shirt on and I was like oh he's cute," said the female Kelly.<br />Three weeks later, male kelly flew to South Florida to meet female Kelly, and they hit it off immediately.<br />And now in just three months, the Hildebrandts will officially be married.<br />"We get a couple of the same reactions, usually it's like 'whoa, that's so awesome and totally different,'" said female Kelly, 20.<br />Male Kelly, 24, has moved down to Florida and plans on working at the new branch for his company, Primerica Financial. Female Kelly is finishing up her studies at Palm Beach Community College.<br />The wedding will be at <a class="informTopicLink" title="Lighthouse Point" href="http://www.nbcmiami.com/topics?topic=Lighthouse+Point">Lighthouse Point</a> Yacht Club in October, a quick turnaround -- just eight months after the two first met -- though male Kelly has no reservations.<br />"I felt like there was a good possibility that before I ever came out to meet her in person, that this could be the girl I'm gonna marry," he said.<br />The marriage won't be without problems. In fact, one problem has already presented itself before the two have even stepped foot on the altar.<br />"He's even already got some mail coming in, and we have to open everything, because we don't know whose mail is whose," said female Kelly.Matt Machttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17420604170902258700noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8878082043915112641.post-60254859436796123042009-07-14T22:38:00.003-05:002009-07-14T22:42:18.018-05:00World Series Home Field Advantage!!!<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiagCrPPIyG11e83OBJ23Z9x29IVlTF7giXTBIOrLhEGRiOJPBESJyLCsxHG3G2wUCew0gtlTxMVPHRW6uBU6wv0AABx1XrTZTjcZP2e2IGDgMBvOuJeF7EWXDI_Ie-RhkJsN_wzMtoVNQR/s1600-h/Royals.bmp"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5358526618604707058" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 234px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiagCrPPIyG11e83OBJ23Z9x29IVlTF7giXTBIOrLhEGRiOJPBESJyLCsxHG3G2wUCew0gtlTxMVPHRW6uBU6wv0AABx1XrTZTjcZP2e2IGDgMBvOuJeF7EWXDI_Ie-RhkJsN_wzMtoVNQR/s320/Royals.bmp" border="0" /></a> Good news everyone, with the American League's triumph in the All Star game, the Royals are assured of home field advantage once they clinch the American League pennant. Royals Fever....Catch It!!!<br /><div></div>Matt Machttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17420604170902258700noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8878082043915112641.post-29489938374154588182009-07-03T03:14:00.005-05:002009-07-03T03:25:07.093-05:00R.I.P. Billy MaysIt's been a somber time in the Woody Hayes household... my roomate Ben lost his non-biological father this week. Please keep him in your thoughts and prayers.<br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiE1rNyMc1D-Wqx_lIC873TcohnlX-UJIterVtVfMRv0ioX_0ChRM1j9NoznsLRv3lslG4nY9aiPbVFznoCe42e9PMDzIcNmJzxRN599HjD05ddX8wJMNuFHUkxcd75wLVHvldGzmNG9OoH/s1600-h/Billy+Mays.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5354145865681714402" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 250px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiE1rNyMc1D-Wqx_lIC873TcohnlX-UJIterVtVfMRv0ioX_0ChRM1j9NoznsLRv3lslG4nY9aiPbVFznoCe42e9PMDzIcNmJzxRN599HjD05ddX8wJMNuFHUkxcd75wLVHvldGzmNG9OoH/s320/Billy+Mays.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhdKHnb8u_K8YlbNAQ_P6VXTRFm-38dFfxMG2E_IM6MobwYbJZSQTuT0q2zEc6TxNlr3e2K-8qegSVqvHcN2O7BlX8IgkoYjQ0g1ZsJjxhUOlExo7yivzZLN707iK5UOz2pNL9JKNjrUwg7/s1600-h/Christmas+and+Florida+029.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5354145862807204882" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhdKHnb8u_K8YlbNAQ_P6VXTRFm-38dFfxMG2E_IM6MobwYbJZSQTuT0q2zEc6TxNlr3e2K-8qegSVqvHcN2O7BlX8IgkoYjQ0g1ZsJjxhUOlExo7yivzZLN707iK5UOz2pNL9JKNjrUwg7/s320/Christmas+and+Florida+029.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><div></div></div>Matt Machttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17420604170902258700noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8878082043915112641.post-54069683357222622232009-06-30T22:28:00.004-05:002009-07-01T10:37:55.977-05:00Holy Crap, It's Been Three Months<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiSrClNffWkEzh9Q9zYyVGwDHwCj40LBK3uqpEZL_Nh2qOXcT6cmjI8_tzmce_D1SIF9sNpoxSm7baJT8_VJwmz-AuxEdt-8nUZFUSmiBgnbnDJlLKLFn2pSvFjFH70Pco6whJwGW7HMoDY/s1600-h/ShoppingCart.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5353328807499631938" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiSrClNffWkEzh9Q9zYyVGwDHwCj40LBK3uqpEZL_Nh2qOXcT6cmjI8_tzmce_D1SIF9sNpoxSm7baJT8_VJwmz-AuxEdt-8nUZFUSmiBgnbnDJlLKLFn2pSvFjFH70Pco6whJwGW7HMoDY/s320/ShoppingCart.jpg" border="0" /></a> Sorry kids, I really don't have an excuse, I've just been lazy. Speaking of lazy, there is something that really bugs me. You know those electric shopping carts that they have at grocery stores that are meant for little old ladies to do their once a week shopping, or someone with a broken leg who can't walk? Well, how often do you see a little old lady using one? Or someone who is actually injured? Can I ask any more questions in a row...?<br />But seriously, the only people you ever see in these things are overweight white trash twinkie eating fat asses. And the occasional teenager as in the picture above, which is still annoying. I couldn't find a better picture, but at least these teens seem like they like twinkies and look pretty damn WT. But back to fat people riding on the scooters. Ever thought that the reason you are fat is that you are so lazy that you can't even walk while picking out your pork rinds and oatmeal cream pies for the week? F*ck excersizing for 30 minutes a day, you get winded walking from your trailer to your 1987 Astro Van. But at least you have a handicap tag so you can park close to the store. Why do you have a handicap tag? Because you have diabetes. Why do you have diabetes? Because you are fat. Why are you fat? Because you can't even walk down a grocery store aisle under your own power. It's like The Circle of Life for people from the Ozarks. But I picture that theme song being sung by Meatloaf, not Elton John.<br /><br />Now that I have that off my chest, here are a few updates.<br /><br />- So I am finally on Facebook, and my employer recently allowed Facebook to be used at work. I feel like I should un-friend my boss, just for safety's sake.<br />- Speaking of Facebook, my Dad talks trash to me about how many friends he has compared to me. He doesn't know how to send a text message but he is the self proclaimed King of Facebook. At least for the Community of Christ crowd.<br />- Online dating. Quite possibly the lamest thing since that one season of Saved by the Bell where they replaced Kelly Kapowski with Tori, the dyke looking girl in the leather jacket. Which due to the powers of Wikipedia, I recently found out that the actress who played that character really is a lesbian. Wonder if they asked that while casting her. But anyways, online dating is awesomely bad, but I am almost to my 6 months free because I haven't found my soulmate. All I did find was a few girls who I wasted buying drinks for at some happy hours and a bat shiat crazy asian girl who refused to leave her dog home alone and who covered her entire kitchen floor with pee pads so there wouldn't be any accidents, even though she never left it home alone. She did NOT appreciate my "it's just a dog" comment. In fact she hung up, didn't answer my call back or texts and I've never heard from her since. Wonder why she's single. Maybe having "Made in Korea" tattooed on her lower back should have been a warning sign that she was a little off.<br /><br />That's all for now folks, I'll try to do updates on a semi-regular basis. Natalia, you happy now? Since I'm doing this now I might not have time to work on my resume for your lady friends regarding your wedding.<br /><br />Go Royals!!!Matt Machttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17420604170902258700noreply@blogger.com8tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8878082043915112641.post-9578788964955198262009-03-26T21:30:00.004-05:002009-03-26T21:37:14.329-05:00Just Temporarily<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjK2xFm9FmK9n27QYFNpu0q_ny_hPdW2HiZWqsO8BDV0WigRoul5aAAwvzQvGIIviwtCxr7i89INs2b-tVB2ee6JEkENcq6OJvzt3N8qmAAVmBt6ZA1H4SO6rMbkQcT9yF-idY_CZJr8ALO/s1600-h/Sorry+Were+Closed.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5317690126952896706" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjK2xFm9FmK9n27QYFNpu0q_ny_hPdW2HiZWqsO8BDV0WigRoul5aAAwvzQvGIIviwtCxr7i89INs2b-tVB2ee6JEkENcq6OJvzt3N8qmAAVmBt6ZA1H4SO6rMbkQcT9yF-idY_CZJr8ALO/s320/Sorry+Were+Closed.jpg" border="0" /></a>OK Kids, I know I've sucked at posting this year, but late winter/early spring is my busy season, mostly due to volleyball. Right now is also end of quarter at work, so I'm super super busy right now (but not as busy as you parents, I know). It will be tough, but I know you all can get through this. Stop back by in late April/early May and I'll be back in the saddle. And extra apologies go out to Natalia and Leah, two of my biggest fans, who have bugged me to put up new posts. For you two I have a special message....GET BACK TO WORK!!!<br /><div></div><br /><div>Your friend and my favorite,</div><div> </div><div>Matt</div><div> </div><div>GO ROYALS!!!</div>Matt Machttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17420604170902258700noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8878082043915112641.post-65523712050102398502009-02-20T10:32:00.002-06:002009-02-20T10:38:53.594-06:00Quote of the Day<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgIcho0dSjVqFetZLKhSDJo7vxfkU2zzJrTRZ2QJWErl7zfDGtSgapbBNnJYdJ20vhqwtQCiIo1-NgVdBQ0Ir5RMdvh9xqDcsPaMDX3GPYDjOqelqBtTOwLCBZrhnf9LyGhCL3O4tpB3BUv/s1600-h/Toby+Keith.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5304919890320880498" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgIcho0dSjVqFetZLKhSDJo7vxfkU2zzJrTRZ2QJWErl7zfDGtSgapbBNnJYdJ20vhqwtQCiIo1-NgVdBQ0Ir5RMdvh9xqDcsPaMDX3GPYDjOqelqBtTOwLCBZrhnf9LyGhCL3O4tpB3BUv/s320/Toby+Keith.jpg" border="0" /></a>I went over to Cartee's apartment last night and he had some neighbors over, two of which were gay guys (named Toby and Keith, kinda funny) who had somewhat recently broken up but still lived together. Anyways, I heard the funniest line I've heard in a long time. From Keith, "Remember, the small spoon doesn't get farted on." Wow.Matt Machttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17420604170902258700noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8878082043915112641.post-15026920149455901452009-01-27T22:43:00.005-06:002009-01-27T22:53:07.238-06:00Say A Prayer For The Boy's Boys<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjm4kf5C4wf7sgjR1aZgU7T4AQZgdpj4HNglAHffLpfCoTItcaLr0iHkUJu64VH16rgYQW6vZVDzRDyDz-CavqdHYWpw0AOcNcyjMlVtUpfccYDv95Xe-3tr6pZvMa4vzyoHHfqDkj5NUIO/s1600-h/circumcision.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5296201903854415490" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 246px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjm4kf5C4wf7sgjR1aZgU7T4AQZgdpj4HNglAHffLpfCoTItcaLr0iHkUJu64VH16rgYQW6vZVDzRDyDz-CavqdHYWpw0AOcNcyjMlVtUpfccYDv95Xe-3tr6pZvMa4vzyoHHfqDkj5NUIO/s320/circumcision.jpg" border="0" /></a> Everyone needs to keep the twins (Tristan and Tyler, not mine...hehe) in their thoughts and prayers today, as they are going to see the Dick Doctor. One of them (not sure which...they are twins) has some sort of "bumps" down below, and the other one...well...the other one needs to go in for circumcision #2. Excuse me, I think I need to go throw up.<br /><br />Hang in their boys!!! No pun intended.Matt Machttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17420604170902258700noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8878082043915112641.post-7843679052375335622009-01-21T03:01:00.006-06:002009-01-22T16:22:40.307-06:00America, F*ck Yeah<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEji5lGUUFbeNqJSS9Xfu2Ym398VPCjTVCsKP9hWtetwM4dn1qip-7HjDmqXTMjta1Ui4-Xn_DXx49hA-CsJFnA9_3ikqyuVpUUkx0AyNFVqrfptPbGu6bAenbceRx6uV_eI5D8sSsCmjYOP/s1600-h/Inauguration.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5293669612156824642" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 180px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEji5lGUUFbeNqJSS9Xfu2Ym398VPCjTVCsKP9hWtetwM4dn1qip-7HjDmqXTMjta1Ui4-Xn_DXx49hA-CsJFnA9_3ikqyuVpUUkx0AyNFVqrfptPbGu6bAenbceRx6uV_eI5D8sSsCmjYOP/s320/Inauguration.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div>In the words of one of our nations great poets, Mr. Ice Cube...Today It Was A Good Day.</div><div></div><div>Here's to you Mr. President, God Bless, and Good Luck.</div><div></div><div><a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=sWS-FoXbjVI">http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=sWS-FoXbjVI</a></div><div></div><div>And I realize that this song doesn't make much sense now that Bush is OOO (out of office for you non-office workers), but for some reason it is the song that makes me the most patriotic. And for the first time in my adult life, I can actually feel patriotic. AMERICA, F*CK YEAH!!!</div>Matt Machttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17420604170902258700noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8878082043915112641.post-15079591977283000152009-01-15T21:57:00.006-06:002009-01-15T22:20:37.433-06:00My RoomateIf Billy Mays, the star of such infomercials as "Oxyclean," "OrangeGlow," and "Kaboom".....<br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgokNHffNPuL28bw90u02YjhLMQjQkoeyCOdPCvC3vdYEpXKAJB_CqlhF1hOdOXAusLAfcuhfSq2pEXWt5pP8_TZ4p9HothyELx3MRJGdl963NX4n0F5PgnBWNzJ3j5fMcns8GGVimVUVnr/s1600-h/Billy+Mays.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5291738283206877746" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 250px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgokNHffNPuL28bw90u02YjhLMQjQkoeyCOdPCvC3vdYEpXKAJB_CqlhF1hOdOXAusLAfcuhfSq2pEXWt5pP8_TZ4p9HothyELx3MRJGdl963NX4n0F5PgnBWNzJ3j5fMcns8GGVimVUVnr/s320/Billy+Mays.jpg" border="0" /></a> .....and Macho Man Randy Savage, the six time world champion of WCW and WWF.....<br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjiCydHHByn_I2KaNeVzckTzQBUthand3Kewt7xrw9OOQVHkT8_L9Opxgd_ml98_RR9d6vzJhHHkdISjt8JRD6vm07axx57AF96sMLtPQbHPb9XyLDpHjmg0EO4tY2CFfvarK3Q87vXzTqS/s1600-h/macho+man.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5291738278543808322" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 302px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjiCydHHByn_I2KaNeVzckTzQBUthand3Kewt7xrw9OOQVHkT8_L9Opxgd_ml98_RR9d6vzJhHHkdISjt8JRD6vm07axx57AF96sMLtPQbHPb9XyLDpHjmg0EO4tY2CFfvarK3Q87vXzTqS/s320/macho+man.jpg" border="0" /></a> .....had a bastard love child who loved tattoos and rock music.....</div><div>.</div><div>.</div><div>.</div><div>.</div><div>.</div><div>.</div><div>.</div><div>.</div><div>.</div><div>.</div><div>.</div><div>.</div><div>.</div><div>.</div><div>.</div><div>.</div><div></div><div></div><div></div><div></div><div></div><div></div><div></div><div></div><div></div><div></div><div></div><div></div><div>.....he would look just like my roomate Ben.<br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi5DMBmJBoMD9CcJiXr-vuqSSnigUtG1W9VgWO0aeVTOY8J1lzdvR0ZGqW4cf67hVCmyPp1qebat5HVkJetCiP1of6_hOMb-OxY2KpXN04rdGXkD_9puFS5zFqp8MfvNfOka43K_8CuNbCh/s1600-h/Christmas+and+Florida+029.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5291738276823081394" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi5DMBmJBoMD9CcJiXr-vuqSSnigUtG1W9VgWO0aeVTOY8J1lzdvR0ZGqW4cf67hVCmyPp1qebat5HVkJetCiP1of6_hOMb-OxY2KpXN04rdGXkD_9puFS5zFqp8MfvNfOka43K_8CuNbCh/s320/Christmas+and+Florida+029.JPG" border="0" /></a></div></div>Matt Machttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17420604170902258700noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8878082043915112641.post-48170051277571213362009-01-15T19:43:00.009-06:002009-01-15T21:55:43.277-06:00Woody Hayes Says Merry Christmas!!!<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgPXKTIHrPc1o6iCXhki6ll2UWVn5ROziUzDFHMuG2GPY84OKGJHMCyOXGjJGYU7Zst8IVskn9Slz3qM6JMH_58BgpPq3mWji3gdP3vyuAaTkzcdxAt8YUnfGVNsKnsO7GYuOBjCY2oECXQ/s1600-h/Christmas+and+Florida+025.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5291706456210944210" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgPXKTIHrPc1o6iCXhki6ll2UWVn5ROziUzDFHMuG2GPY84OKGJHMCyOXGjJGYU7Zst8IVskn9Slz3qM6JMH_58BgpPq3mWji3gdP3vyuAaTkzcdxAt8YUnfGVNsKnsO7GYuOBjCY2oECXQ/s320/Christmas+and+Florida+025.JPG" border="0" /></a> Yeah, Woody still likes climbing the tree. Notice the lack of ornaments? I didn't even bother putting any up this year because all he does is knock them off. My tree looked very "minimalist."<br /><br />But without further ado, here are the pics I took of Christmas '08. Not a whole lot happened, just spent quite a bit of quality time with the fam. The crew came down from the QC a few days before Christmas, and even though I couldn't take any time off work, we still maximized our time together.<br /><br />Here are a few pics from Christmas morning. Carter got approximately 2,437 presents, and I got 3. But I got what I asked for, and Carter seemed happy. Although the two things he played with most were some soup cans and an old doll he found in the basement. Next year I'm getting him a balloon and some bubble wrap.<br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj9XvKHTVxQvzopEh9qgCcR6xU57TUzwUeBy4KjVbadgI1hjuEPE0KPkKzVEH_LoNmGjnF2baqqLLohCUs84eIm4LcrCooRlEZ1bBHiwWTiaaWTByX1O42X0foY1nQ_h8DfGWBebCOdJWJ9/s1600-h/Christmas+and+Florida+010.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5291706001637401842" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj9XvKHTVxQvzopEh9qgCcR6xU57TUzwUeBy4KjVbadgI1hjuEPE0KPkKzVEH_LoNmGjnF2baqqLLohCUs84eIm4LcrCooRlEZ1bBHiwWTiaaWTByX1O42X0foY1nQ_h8DfGWBebCOdJWJ9/s320/Christmas+and+Florida+010.JPG" border="0" /></a> Here are the twins in their holiday outfits. I would tell you which is which, but....well...I have no clue. Katie, can I get some help here?<br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiT_v8q9H1pmU2skiZvTDKYbyXD6PTgMgb9ikq2RBAwgW1FZSkq8HJG7e3aseKYpfnXPTTAsU5N7KJnaWOSDmRHnngolfNds1JYBuyNDHJ5jvFsDiSamMQgc9xc4WIMl2laiyCQVyddlaeJ/s1600-h/Christmas+and+Florida+011.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5291705994751701570" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiT_v8q9H1pmU2skiZvTDKYbyXD6PTgMgb9ikq2RBAwgW1FZSkq8HJG7e3aseKYpfnXPTTAsU5N7KJnaWOSDmRHnngolfNds1JYBuyNDHJ5jvFsDiSamMQgc9xc4WIMl2laiyCQVyddlaeJ/s320/Christmas+and+Florida+011.JPG" border="0" /></a> Here they are lounging with me while I watched a replay of the '97 Rose Bowl between TOSU and ASU. The sad thing is I knew the first name of every single Buckeye in the game, and even half of the Arizona State team. Jake Plummer, you were anoying as hell, and Pat Tillman, get a haircut. And RIP too.<br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgE-3226L83Y0p4pkG2SC-GQeWRr_VBDiNEOGnBwr2aVHqI_Ef_MXkjsAxi0NMiRTx2PehyphenhyphendanzMslyEIAm6MI_MQ3OQqtTPWtosIXacJgT-t2BaQRv9h89nReXXPs01CII4Hpr7hGd2YeS/s1600-h/Christmas+and+Florida+013.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5291705989712703794" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgE-3226L83Y0p4pkG2SC-GQeWRr_VBDiNEOGnBwr2aVHqI_Ef_MXkjsAxi0NMiRTx2PehyphenhyphendanzMslyEIAm6MI_MQ3OQqtTPWtosIXacJgT-t2BaQRv9h89nReXXPs01CII4Hpr7hGd2YeS/s320/Christmas+and+Florida+013.JPG" border="0" /></a> The day after Christmas I had to work, and that evening everyone came to my condo to chill. Here is the whole gang watching TV after feasting on frozen pizza.<br /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5291704791727150466" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhPfTyvzkoSL1pdRfkEP55_RnelRLNYv352M1Vd-pSm32gYtbMMYQXICX-RjSwIQee22C6oej-TdggP5BKdFrP4v9ZUwyNs6IDRimkX_RNNJH6fF98-Lkm6WZeIhm9RV7SeDsyquasZUbqO/s320/Christmas+and+Florida+023.JPG" border="0" />Here I am giving Carter a sip of my ginger ale. Dad freaked out because he thought it was a cocktail, but I told him I wouldn't let Carter drink until he was at least 17.<br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiLLfVBlRcyevXlSUQryJmyTnst5Ir80bp-pLwOYIPjYM5bnHYDkF4UWmmwr4_QrmP1qoLQI_5dvRXXjfTZAND82NkH7-0dIMuALmZicJtAOJJ9Oqfou8lhc09467oXdqFsaXS1Vr9CmvGI/s1600-h/Christmas+and+Florida+017.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5291705979510878834" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiLLfVBlRcyevXlSUQryJmyTnst5Ir80bp-pLwOYIPjYM5bnHYDkF4UWmmwr4_QrmP1qoLQI_5dvRXXjfTZAND82NkH7-0dIMuALmZicJtAOJJ9Oqfou8lhc09467oXdqFsaXS1Vr9CmvGI/s320/Christmas+and+Florida+017.JPG" border="0" /></a> While Ken was worrying about the ginger ale "cocktail," Carter snuck off and had a shot of Jim Beam. He was a little pissed I didn't have any Johnny or Jack, but he got over it.<br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhYyIiGtgT9pbeDbSpn84OaKKIp7R1YaUGWh37KBnrAl7v2hZYAGY46rPolTaadtf2WjOFK9-Y5jih17BvIS5otD0lXj73-pJiQ6GISSfFeB5LJhbeFy7HDsqYfpJM9UBgivMwQyFsNSBVm/s1600-h/Christmas+and+Florida+018.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5291705974138220290" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhYyIiGtgT9pbeDbSpn84OaKKIp7R1YaUGWh37KBnrAl7v2hZYAGY46rPolTaadtf2WjOFK9-Y5jih17BvIS5otD0lXj73-pJiQ6GISSfFeB5LJhbeFy7HDsqYfpJM9UBgivMwQyFsNSBVm/s320/Christmas+and+Florida+018.JPG" border="0" /></a> "YEEE HAWWWW!!! THIS SHIT IS GOOD!!!"<br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhEgIar73ufyxxR2a_wILXIYECWx-sSXYoTw9hoYnAxmGLVU27zd7ud1fvq0KpIsBfm1ox2tHYmu5UHv90wtSWhGjCoJuPqRO1W6C_rNq6ySZXltQtZ9o4H_lLxh4w2Hio88VjEK0JmXMYK/s1600-h/Christmas+and+Florida+019.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5291704803147766786" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhEgIar73ufyxxR2a_wILXIYECWx-sSXYoTw9hoYnAxmGLVU27zd7ud1fvq0KpIsBfm1ox2tHYmu5UHv90wtSWhGjCoJuPqRO1W6C_rNq6ySZXltQtZ9o4H_lLxh4w2Hio88VjEK0JmXMYK/s320/Christmas+and+Florida+019.JPG" border="0" /></a> "LET'S GO STREAKING IN THE QUAD!!!"<br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh01beILnKp6e0bSv41lq2AteVbgi0RTxepmJyDzP4Zu6GjAsjmX42-7gFPzdCvu9HF2Ji-ykzdyY17lwiuYdJt2H04puOSu5yU5UfsF-0Axxult4v8ycdrbC5NCK7p9Cb6ADRjrsaZYxPc/s1600-h/Christmas+and+Florida+020.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5291704797930363202" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh01beILnKp6e0bSv41lq2AteVbgi0RTxepmJyDzP4Zu6GjAsjmX42-7gFPzdCvu9HF2Ji-ykzdyY17lwiuYdJt2H04puOSu5yU5UfsF-0Axxult4v8ycdrbC5NCK7p9Cb6ADRjrsaZYxPc/s320/Christmas+and+Florida+020.JPG" border="0" /></a> "I DON'T EVEN KNOW WHAT A QUAD IS, BUT THIS MATTRESS SURE MAKES A FUN SLIDE!!!"<br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhU5p_A4ayPA5aurj9JUgJYhoLL2rHZ3XPyMpHC5yEBoTAY3W2OsTuqEbs_OP0Lfp53PV-y0CwcM-8_84vPeZq-I_1KoAApSvMlQEWtUm-tUa-t6Rg60PXyR3P0D6lPnRxcD1pube5IDOwa/s1600-h/Christmas+and+Florida+022.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5291704794990355186" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhU5p_A4ayPA5aurj9JUgJYhoLL2rHZ3XPyMpHC5yEBoTAY3W2OsTuqEbs_OP0Lfp53PV-y0CwcM-8_84vPeZq-I_1KoAApSvMlQEWtUm-tUa-t6Rg60PXyR3P0D6lPnRxcD1pube5IDOwa/s320/Christmas+and+Florida+022.JPG" border="0" /></a> OK, so Carter wasn't really drinking, but Katie and Carl forgot his sippy cup and he was thirsty. Shockingly, it wasn't my idea to use a shot glass (it was Carl's), but he LOVED the thing, it was just his size.</div><div></div><div></div><div>Lastly, here I am with all my boys. I miss them already and can't wait to see them again. I talk to Carter every day on the phone (I use the term "talk" loosely), and can't wait until the twins are old enough to do the same.<br /><div><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiWhGn42EZTmGcsienoCSAwM8AtGmUs5Znvb-pP2wr8ILzuZUzjGsWfLCdjJ0CkHNooBRw1gZ-PUgI4oSJ3IMqrj0TD8DzUlAHj1_J9Dzav4f3GkHlg8y4SrTLdL3LEw60QUcfI6b0W9-L0/s1600-h/Christmas+and+Florida+024.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5291704781245694850" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiWhGn42EZTmGcsienoCSAwM8AtGmUs5Znvb-pP2wr8ILzuZUzjGsWfLCdjJ0CkHNooBRw1gZ-PUgI4oSJ3IMqrj0TD8DzUlAHj1_J9Dzav4f3GkHlg8y4SrTLdL3LEw60QUcfI6b0W9-L0/s320/Christmas+and+Florida+024.JPG" border="0" /></a> All in all it was a great Christmas, I can't wait until next year! </div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div>Matt Machttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17420604170902258700noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8878082043915112641.post-54656004461822185032009-01-13T21:50:00.003-06:002009-01-13T21:58:36.328-06:00Yeah, I Know<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjBMaIZRK1oOB_Kg27MjrHOXfjyERRNjGiaDzIf4X04_3Y9wznh8AkDlgtwlfnxAm-CvgkhP_LfXGVoIjFp8T-8rr422PnduC7LkdUoBhHo2mRUIr4TRKhvTBGCXvAKrBu9bz4w-YWFI4Fl/s1600-h/Lohan.bmp"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5290993474941142274" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 222px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjBMaIZRK1oOB_Kg27MjrHOXfjyERRNjGiaDzIf4X04_3Y9wznh8AkDlgtwlfnxAm-CvgkhP_LfXGVoIjFp8T-8rr422PnduC7LkdUoBhHo2mRUIr4TRKhvTBGCXvAKrBu9bz4w-YWFI4Fl/s320/Lohan.bmp" border="0" /></a><br /><div>Apologies for the long delay in blog posts, but I've been a busy boy lately. And by "busy," I mean I have no friggin downtime at work, volleyball started up, the holidays, and I have a new girlfriend.</div><br /><div>OK, so I made up the girlfriend part. I swear I'll have two new posts shortly, one of Christmas and one of my recent trip to Florida. To make up for my time away, here is a picture of Lindsay Lohan back when she was hot and not a lesbian.</div>Matt Machttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17420604170902258700noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8878082043915112641.post-89535715784178316172008-12-02T10:36:00.004-06:002008-12-02T10:46:00.026-06:00Weddings<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi1EZWuyUH4AUrM9owDzLaCxxv-xW7yfZ-eODfR8fEpWh6A8INCNtZvCQKHZ11K10mnWgZaD1fEbQ8E45DKtVcAt3GRZ8T5HjKE9kfvx2OJd0vpbULpKprQMGxIhLdHw0CShfBuAAQeFlg1/s1600-h/tuxedoshirt.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5275234909673236338" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 319px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi1EZWuyUH4AUrM9owDzLaCxxv-xW7yfZ-eODfR8fEpWh6A8INCNtZvCQKHZ11K10mnWgZaD1fEbQ8E45DKtVcAt3GRZ8T5HjKE9kfvx2OJd0vpbULpKprQMGxIhLdHw0CShfBuAAQeFlg1/s320/tuxedoshirt.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div></div><div><br /><div>So I'm in a wedding this weekend, and am of course dateless, although when I send back the RSVP card I am always optimistic that I'll have a date by the time the wedding rolls around, which rarely happens. Anyone want to go with me? You'll have to have chicken at the reception though, that's what I put you down for. If I get no answers my roomate's going with me. But I'll make him be the girl when we slow dance.<br /><br />Also, this is the first of 4 weddings I am in the next 8 months. Not just going to, but have to rent a tux for. That's close to $500 worth of tuxes for all of you keeping score at home, plus buying the shoes for Ben's wedding, and I'm getting a mohawk for his wedding as well (bride and grooms request). I think I need to start being a crappier friend so I can save some cash.</div></div>Matt Machttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17420604170902258700noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8878082043915112641.post-40592236507308088592008-11-24T22:16:00.004-06:002008-11-24T22:28:49.949-06:00Why Men Are Suckers<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi5Jio8TKi8WuZBHeWXlHL08B6Z5iuaJlTCAuzfMOjvyhkkIJ1p4H9drtHCT21f77nKvqrW89J_CanHv0yTsNBilaZxoNBw1GASHeINOTOzFjp-TSC8ZutqgNbildWfesvRO3V9sVCaG6VO/s1600-h/Shakira.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5272446326325201426" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 229px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi5Jio8TKi8WuZBHeWXlHL08B6Z5iuaJlTCAuzfMOjvyhkkIJ1p4H9drtHCT21f77nKvqrW89J_CanHv0yTsNBilaZxoNBw1GASHeINOTOzFjp-TSC8ZutqgNbildWfesvRO3V9sVCaG6VO/s320/Shakira.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div>So I went to the mall today to buy some shoes that I have to wear in a friends wedding next weekend (all black Chuck Taylor All-Stars to go along with the tux, nice call Benny) and as I'm leaving a fine young lady calls me over because she has a question for me. Since I'm a male and a female was wanting something from me, I of course said OK. Well she looked exactly like a smaller version of Shakira with a nose ring (yes, I realize that Shakira is tiny, but this chick was super tiny), an accent that was just as sexy (3/4th from Israel, 1/4th from New York I found out later), and she was selling these Dead Sea skin care products from a super nice looking kiosk. $54.78 later I was the proud owner of some salt exfoliation crap and some mud soap. I swear that I've pretty much never been talked into buying something from a sales person in my life, but if I were an Eskimo and lil' Ruthie was selling ice, I'm pretty sure I still would have been buying.</div><br /><div>Fuck, I'm not saying that I need to find Mrs Right, but I really need to at least find Mrs Right Now.</div>Matt Machttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17420604170902258700noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8878082043915112641.post-64043917516523854822008-11-13T20:04:00.007-06:002008-11-14T17:16:06.643-06:00Hanging With The NephewsAfter my fun filled night of watching Obama make history and then reliving the glory days with Killa, I treked the rest of the way across Iowa to hang out with Carter, Tristan, and Tyler (and their parents, too). All we did the whole weekend was hang out, i think I only left the house twice during the three days, once to take the twins to the doctor and once to pick up sushi for Katie and I. The twins were sick but were in amazing spirits considering, and Carter took to me right away and we played quite a bit. If I left the room he would yell for me, and anything I did he had to do too, including going to the bathroom. Overall it was an awesome, relaxing time. I also brought the boys a bunch of OSU gifts, and here they are sporting some of the new gear. It's also my first ever picture with all three of them, and while the twins aren't looking at the camera, hey, it's the best we could do.<br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgccobcTj6nXHiMjVX4Ch7xIXmTQ4ZHbQx2xY6VWX1StGveSO3wYGJXw1a_fZWm5WWDpS3nqXi1X5fpq3NL8xaqtfHSWNdaUTtMt0uixpi_Pg8QgZpUGgSmCqnuIh3MGy1P7TzX6Y8HshER/s1600-h/Election+Killa+Nephews+042.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5268334639081103714" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgccobcTj6nXHiMjVX4Ch7xIXmTQ4ZHbQx2xY6VWX1StGveSO3wYGJXw1a_fZWm5WWDpS3nqXi1X5fpq3NL8xaqtfHSWNdaUTtMt0uixpi_Pg8QgZpUGgSmCqnuIh3MGy1P7TzX6Y8HshER/s320/Election+Killa+Nephews+042.JPG" border="0" /></a> Here is a picture of Carter after eating dinner. He pretty much insisted that I sit with him while he ate, and I also gave him a ton of ranch to dip his chicken in, which apparently isn't the norm. He ended up just eating the ranch with his fingers. It was one of many things I did that isn't in his routine, such as I found out he LOVES root beer.<br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjocr-M8lG2YsMgLMMVgJ04BJulTZYMLOFOlZU9yBg4nmIFIFct8vBTCz-FzbBRJQBl6kRo90TYRqf3-se3pQvRhtyu7UypV4xfRiXc1Ulk6WuXZzv1ng5-EErG4rRsPZb-DFZOsu4P_zhb/s1600-h/Election+Killa+Nephews+020.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5268334637554605666" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjocr-M8lG2YsMgLMMVgJ04BJulTZYMLOFOlZU9yBg4nmIFIFct8vBTCz-FzbBRJQBl6kRo90TYRqf3-se3pQvRhtyu7UypV4xfRiXc1Ulk6WuXZzv1ng5-EErG4rRsPZb-DFZOsu4P_zhb/s320/Election+Killa+Nephews+020.JPG" border="0" /></a> I mentioned the young ones were sick, and here we are after their doctors appointment at the drive through at CVS Pharmacy. Of course they both got hungry at the same time and were screaming their heads off, so I had to lean into the back and feed both at once. I'm a multi-tasker.<br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgq_aXzV0_XIpecE2pVsLr6z_MB-qsZQc2TUES80cANKVAZHtDtBGXG4IjfSTO6ILS6f2yMUBul-5LKk8xWjHFp7wJkLDLeuZ3RwjN5h9BWINwMMnF4fpoMYkyoY9otanKA2d_yKf9WNTfi/s1600-h/Election+Killa+Nephews+022.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5268333605025184114" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgq_aXzV0_XIpecE2pVsLr6z_MB-qsZQc2TUES80cANKVAZHtDtBGXG4IjfSTO6ILS6f2yMUBul-5LKk8xWjHFp7wJkLDLeuZ3RwjN5h9BWINwMMnF4fpoMYkyoY9otanKA2d_yKf9WNTfi/s320/Election+Killa+Nephews+022.JPG" border="0" /></a> The boys were also put on breathing machines, and of course Carter didn't want to be left out so he kept messing with them while they were doing their treatments. I distracted him by asking him to "help" me cook dinner. Here we are pealing potatoes, and he did an awesome job of rinsing them off for me. Of course he would then put them right back in the bowl that had dirt in it, but whatever. This actually kept his attention for quite a while.<br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjeHNBWVva4yVfDZNpUyQVPFSyb9_dsAvQuw8oPUG94H4_Xjl1a0gI-EZsH_628bXx6O1qXGxePkIBuZFtu7m0KghfJnMbQMmZ6MWhuLyKIivG41jJId94XxJFErWi1zdY_mmGJsJzzl9V2/s1600-h/Election+Killa+Nephews+023.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5268333602565019058" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjeHNBWVva4yVfDZNpUyQVPFSyb9_dsAvQuw8oPUG94H4_Xjl1a0gI-EZsH_628bXx6O1qXGxePkIBuZFtu7m0KghfJnMbQMmZ6MWhuLyKIivG41jJId94XxJFErWi1zdY_mmGJsJzzl9V2/s320/Election+Killa+Nephews+023.JPG" border="0" /></a> This is how Carter rolls. No pants and a frog backpack. I tried rolling like that once and that's how I ended up banned from the State Fair and on two years probation.<br /><div><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5268333591367517826" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiPydcn6FnzyEkgPpOa83T5AKU6JSh_8Mlsul3rpavWLstka8mz0zhew8kFUwjKo9IXpIYGJihXYRbkqZoV7Sqnm0ICBOErZm4wI6yJyis_a8k3xKnzFkz8PUcUhZRTjvKUltsw3fAlPrqA/s320/Election+Killa+Nephews+026.JPG" border="0" />Me and Cart-man at the start of the OSU-Northwestern game. The Brutus Buckeye doll on the right he already had, and I got him his own necklace and OSU teddy bear that he's sporting. Oh, and of course I got him the jersey last Christmas.<br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEheDsn43XcCOW5_dAPakWySU6AD6SauejsaasHdceISmnJV0GM6oV0b2K8ISAzRYSIQ7doTJkd_IwvjmuXomvuBVOhVmmJi0r8xXTuAstpm1xQWzCyc1W2Hrr7vOBxEe_pKuHpLrmJqPkm3/s1600-h/Election+Killa+Nephews+031.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5268333584466090242" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEheDsn43XcCOW5_dAPakWySU6AD6SauejsaasHdceISmnJV0GM6oV0b2K8ISAzRYSIQ7doTJkd_IwvjmuXomvuBVOhVmmJi0r8xXTuAstpm1xQWzCyc1W2Hrr7vOBxEe_pKuHpLrmJqPkm3/s320/Election+Killa+Nephews+031.JPG" border="0" /></a> Tyler (I think) and I watching the game as well. He really was focused. Also, Carter refers to both of the boys as Tri-Tri (the beginning of Tristan) and I might do the same since I can't tell them apart.<br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhvZisjwELOGuzylAGxPLtL8Hv3yvSBMFJswnoi9JlJdfySEWuXOW0jMY9O3BtU1efh6-hgjNiau9rsxD566pWnZBloS-bY7Yu3a8gM5sDp8gwBbwsRafoP3tTSTmbsINgAd-fJ01ovE0xX/s1600-h/Election+Killa+Nephews+032.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5268333580443184306" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhvZisjwELOGuzylAGxPLtL8Hv3yvSBMFJswnoi9JlJdfySEWuXOW0jMY9O3BtU1efh6-hgjNiau9rsxD566pWnZBloS-bY7Yu3a8gM5sDp8gwBbwsRafoP3tTSTmbsINgAd-fJ01ovE0xX/s320/Election+Killa+Nephews+032.JPG" border="0" /></a> Here is what his onesie said, he wore it just for Great Uncle Ed.<br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgPGrArG2t8oG8JWxcjE4rADnXqM6MY_f3lJrxBaZenawYNFxt0OtCzb2FGpWotuzqbat2Kx-N5xsGsSV1OR248s5CSKRPiZRFIMibSWHWVdRxdL_I_To5Y9E-JFvoIUiM4Cqb4rPEWzOO1/s1600-h/Election+Killa+Nephews+033.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5268330341875327890" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgPGrArG2t8oG8JWxcjE4rADnXqM6MY_f3lJrxBaZenawYNFxt0OtCzb2FGpWotuzqbat2Kx-N5xsGsSV1OR248s5CSKRPiZRFIMibSWHWVdRxdL_I_To5Y9E-JFvoIUiM4Cqb4rPEWzOO1/s320/Election+Killa+Nephews+033.JPG" border="0" /></a> "Mom" says Carter. "My beer is empty, grab me a cold one from the fridge."<br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjvKHZDIazBEqrQo85Y5rNvoelzIamTMFjMVLIyIdIkei8HB9qcaSQ-ti5tJAiSENiN-oZyShewxaVJ2u5eXbHhsfcVm4I90IriyYQQjNMtJs9iRrfMcAp2qsWt8LTeVJBtKj3mJR9T3J8I/s1600-h/Election+Killa+Nephews+045.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5268330338407737826" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjvKHZDIazBEqrQo85Y5rNvoelzIamTMFjMVLIyIdIkei8HB9qcaSQ-ti5tJAiSENiN-oZyShewxaVJ2u5eXbHhsfcVm4I90IriyYQQjNMtJs9iRrfMcAp2qsWt8LTeVJBtKj3mJR9T3J8I/s320/Election+Killa+Nephews+045.JPG" border="0" /></a> OK, so maybe that's not what he said, but I did teach him to throw my empties away for me, and I even made sure he carried it with two hands so he wouldn't drop it. I bet by this summer he'll even be able to fetch me new beers. Ah, kids are great.<br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjtH9bVPhT-7TP5xzLIFqYUheXceOds4swwLFN1LhMOm9sTwZltA0ZP1gKvYacbhdEEt2ZxiAkBOn1S9-si7QRso1R_EkSyMUPd9F6qjrgPtUqMiKqyei7LCpXWfrgr-53fSkZBUSjtNzuj/s1600-h/Election+Killa+Nephews+046.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5268330327155013074" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjtH9bVPhT-7TP5xzLIFqYUheXceOds4swwLFN1LhMOm9sTwZltA0ZP1gKvYacbhdEEt2ZxiAkBOn1S9-si7QRso1R_EkSyMUPd9F6qjrgPtUqMiKqyei7LCpXWfrgr-53fSkZBUSjtNzuj/s320/Election+Killa+Nephews+046.JPG" border="0" /></a> Why do they look so uncomfortable? Dad made them change into Iowa gear for their game against Penn State. Although it was an awesome game, I will say that.<br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhaQuMtLMo4kSPaueWewEqL8AcxSzE4mJpuY1bOWOQoliCZwk__rx0FOBwTIP_kOczjjZNEnWrX9HwGQzaYcMNJx2AX7q1wTGDROGoNTVZJE_TSkxrhsBRXMu6A1n7s9mv5yxZRSMjPqYJD/s1600-h/Election+Killa+Nephews+047.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5268330325035913138" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhaQuMtLMo4kSPaueWewEqL8AcxSzE4mJpuY1bOWOQoliCZwk__rx0FOBwTIP_kOczjjZNEnWrX9HwGQzaYcMNJx2AX7q1wTGDROGoNTVZJE_TSkxrhsBRXMu6A1n7s9mv5yxZRSMjPqYJD/s320/Election+Killa+Nephews+047.JPG" border="0" /></a> OK, so I swear I'm eating better these days and working out (hey, I've lost a few pounds), but I did get the tenderloin sandwich from a local bar in Davenport that we got on Saturday night. That is a normal sized tomatoe slice, and the container it is in is your standard full size carry out box. This thing lasted me two meals and a snack (not joking) and was only 8 bucks.<br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgIOQsf_2nnaQHy1Hrl6znMlZmiI2ZU_2ppTwo-eFamcbj4wcnl4XWBrrlxRk_dlY1ODcGizLfk-8AuEtUoacOJY95_tFBM5WocDYUjV33f4nGAJq6ZAwReCbYAnmRHZH3UeAdYVExBlX7V/s1600-h/Election+Killa+Nephews+051.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5268330315347315426" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgIOQsf_2nnaQHy1Hrl6znMlZmiI2ZU_2ppTwo-eFamcbj4wcnl4XWBrrlxRk_dlY1ODcGizLfk-8AuEtUoacOJY95_tFBM5WocDYUjV33f4nGAJq6ZAwReCbYAnmRHZH3UeAdYVExBlX7V/s320/Election+Killa+Nephews+051.JPG" border="0" /></a> Well, I had a great time with the boys, and enjoyed the company of Katie and Carl too. Thanks Hoyts!!!<br /><div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div>Matt Machttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17420604170902258700noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8878082043915112641.post-59245396714615000592008-11-13T19:23:00.007-06:002008-11-13T20:04:12.864-06:00Halloween, Election, and LamoniOn Halloween, Jistin, my roomate Ben, and I decided to go as the Beastie Boys in the "Sabotage" music video. They may have been able to grow real mustaches, but I had a real police badge, compliments of ex-cop Carrie. Thanks Carrie!!!<br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEghOl28yTw56XpJc-IOsRUf_qQEPdWnXqjOMj8gtK6Wd-9eMQvA1kpqm18gQ9gBWw4K2X1xzYRLjI-uHmlzZ5kRxgLdZrZOZjSm6ubTcND8fJ219txZpz2bMcPd5uKCgHYHTdFc_MCud0U5/s1600-h/Election+Killa+Nephews+005.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5268322655079894402" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEghOl28yTw56XpJc-IOsRUf_qQEPdWnXqjOMj8gtK6Wd-9eMQvA1kpqm18gQ9gBWw4K2X1xzYRLjI-uHmlzZ5kRxgLdZrZOZjSm6ubTcND8fJ219txZpz2bMcPd5uKCgHYHTdFc_MCud0U5/s320/Election+Killa+Nephews+005.JPG" border="0" /></a> Now on to Election Day, which as most of you could guess made me very excited. I woke up about an hour and a half before I normally do to go vote at the elementary school right by my house, and the line wasn't too bad. I only waited for about 30 minutes or so, and was in and out in a total of 40. I also ran into a good friend from High School, a guy I used to go to church with, I knew the cop that was there, and the lady that checked me in knew my parents.<br />Anyways, after anxiously going through the work day, I went straight to my friend Tommy's house on the Plaza so we could watch all the election results. I took the rest of the week off, and Tommy took Wednesday off so we could make a night out of it. I brought some beverages for us and we would watch CNN and then switch to Fox News when we wanted something to laugh at. At about 9:30 or so we headed out to a bar and were eating dinner when they called it for Obama. There were at least 50 people there and the bar erupted into cheers, and everyone yelled at the bartender to turn the music off and turn the TV volumes on. I must say that McCains concession speech was quite amazing, and it's sad that he couldn't have run his whole camaign that way, but he had to sell his soul to tow the line for the Republicans. Of course we loved the speech by Obama, and the scene in Grant Park was spectacular. There were two black guys at the bar, and both were crying during the speech which was pretty moving. We then moved on to another bar that was pretty much empty except for a really good band and about 12 young black people. Since I had on my Obama shirt they immediately liked me and Tommy, and they were buying us drinks. All in all a VERY cool night.<br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjfPCG1uah4wlcdv5HUF-p_pVRp8VhaVXFvWL2f1RkuERf_q2hnPHYgCYYDQ0pFGLV5vQgII5EhfQ35utm_GCfvjvKgH-K5l2UsE10t9KDKXoKZfy8xgrXRex4sXny48Dg5R5UUcyRjDREK/s1600-h/Election+Killa+Nephews+007.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5268322637027318082" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjfPCG1uah4wlcdv5HUF-p_pVRp8VhaVXFvWL2f1RkuERf_q2hnPHYgCYYDQ0pFGLV5vQgII5EhfQ35utm_GCfvjvKgH-K5l2UsE10t9KDKXoKZfy8xgrXRex4sXny48Dg5R5UUcyRjDREK/s320/Election+Killa+Nephews+007.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiEptAdZGRTk6SikjcZ8ozcRX5ClluFDavoAiQxDojpS2K62HmEhmmNQNL1YAgnHdHexyaUhI5zR8bYJadEcbnEX63JBdNYxFpPJ5EmpXUD_tT1JAaJjJO6QbFfGVUfGEVz7IgfYCWD_Oz6/s1600-h/Election+Killa+Nephews+009.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5268322628267829346" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiEptAdZGRTk6SikjcZ8ozcRX5ClluFDavoAiQxDojpS2K62HmEhmmNQNL1YAgnHdHexyaUhI5zR8bYJadEcbnEX63JBdNYxFpPJ5EmpXUD_tT1JAaJjJO6QbFfGVUfGEVz7IgfYCWD_Oz6/s320/Election+Killa+Nephews+009.JPG" border="0" /></a> The next morning I woke up and headed up to Lamoni for the night to hang out with my old roomate Killa, who is now finishing up his doctorate at Graceland. Oh wait, still his undergrad but it is year 7. My mistake. We just chilled, ate Pizza Shack, played wii, and played some beer pong with two guys I played volleyball with that were still up in Lamoni.<br /><div><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5268322625417979874" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj_54j0UKx3ZyrjTLI1nzxeQm1tVDLXnTY8julrLJ585B49Qq5oT15zkxg3SRzX7eKmfkYxZCDtHit9DAcOUOO2XYSIHhkeTcNVEOMfZlqibf_5Hi5r5IR5jWpayi69qZDCbRdnA09jXS4n/s320/Election+Killa+Nephews+011.JPG" border="0" />Oh, and we did some Irish Car Bombs. Delicious.<br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhh_vPecT0cK2nK38ZUS7dLuZY8Dou-6SDqOrueS50vny8mO2lF5NpxTwZKw0md5ehR4Rdfmi2AZ7l1kIbjkbksvwO2TAHj5berwcMHzJIKERyzn5HESeMlHy5QU40YmMI5o3DdcJgmHjsM/s1600-h/Election+Killa+Nephews+013.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5268322614924255266" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhh_vPecT0cK2nK38ZUS7dLuZY8Dou-6SDqOrueS50vny8mO2lF5NpxTwZKw0md5ehR4Rdfmi2AZ7l1kIbjkbksvwO2TAHj5berwcMHzJIKERyzn5HESeMlHy5QU40YmMI5o3DdcJgmHjsM/s320/Election+Killa+Nephews+013.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><div><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><div><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><div><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><div><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><div><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><div><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><div><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><div><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><div><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><div><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div>Matt Machttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17420604170902258700noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8878082043915112641.post-89537066362630182102008-10-31T14:25:00.002-05:002008-10-31T14:43:36.097-05:00Things I Hate- Comcast. After a year of my cable not working correctly, I finally am on The Dish Network through AT&T. But not before The Dish had to come out 3 different times to install everything due to things that Comcast screwed up. I'm now paying less and am getting more channels plus DVR.<br />- Sarah Palin.<br />- Sarah Palin's accent.<br />- Sarah Palin's slang.<br />- Everything that comes out of Sarah Palin's mouth.<br />- People that hated Hilary Clinton because she was an outspoken female but like Sarah Palin because...well, I have no idea why anyone likes Sarah Palin because everything she says doesn't make any fucking sense. You betcha!!!<br />- People that chew with their mouth open, especially when you sit in a cubicle 10 feet away from me and constanty chew on vitamin drops.<br />- Women that are constantly cold. I may have bitched about this one already, but I hate it that much. First off, all you eat is two salads a day with fat free dressing on the side(that you don't finish anyways) and a bowl of soup. I should say a bowl of broth because you don't even eat the good stuff. If you had more than 4% bodyfat you'd be warmer. Your not cold, you're semi-Anorexic. Second, you're wearing a short sleeve blouse that is so thin I'm surprised you can't see nipple, as well as a skirt and heels. You know what? Eat a fucking hamburger and put on a sweater. Until then, shut the hell up.<br />- People that send political emails where there is nothing cited and the text is in some bubble, cartoonish font. Yeah, base your beliefs on something that looks like it was typed by a 6th grade Hannah Montana fanatic. Oh wait, you already have your beliefs and just cling on to anything that looks like it may back you up, even if it's all made up shit. Hey, did you hear that Obama is going to take the oath of office on the Koran? I also got an email where there cited their stuff from Wikipedia. You know, the online encylopedia that ANYONE can edit. By the way, every single one of the emails has been in support of McCain. Republicans - actuall brain use optional.<br />- Sarah Palin.<br /><br />Alright, there's my rant of the day. I'm doing some Halloween parties this weekend, and then have quite the week following that. Tuesday I'm hanging out with Tommy Brooks while we watch what unfolds with the election and then hit the town, Wednesday I'm going to Lamoni to hang with Killa and go golfing, and then Thursday I'm driving over to hang with the Hoyts. I'll have plenty of pics from the fun filled week.Matt Machttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17420604170902258700noreply@blogger.com4