Who is the best?

This morning before work I got up uncharacteristically early and caught part of an episode of Walker Texas Ranger. The awesomeness that is Chuck Norris Consumed me. So I've put together three of the greatest normal guy super heroes. I want to know who people think is the best.

1.
Walker Texas Ranger. I never got that in to this show, but I did watch some episodes back in the shows prime. I remember the vast martial arts awesomeness of Chuck Norris. Being a fan of the Karate Kid, it's safe to say I have a soft spot for roundhouse kicks to the face. Chuck Norris rocks the beard in Walker and well, we all know beards are just awesome.

2. Magnum P.I. I caught most of the first three seasons in the six months I was unemployed after college. I contemplated becoming a private investigator, but realized that wasn't for me. Magnum (Tom Selleck) had the perfect life. Lived in Hawaii, drove a Ferrari, lived in a mansion and hung out with a club owner and a helicopter pilot. Plus, what is that on Magnum's lip - yes kids, it's a mustache. The greatest sign of masculine achievement. Me try their whole lives to grow such a commanding piece of facial hair.

3.

MacGyver - Who else can make fix anything with a swiss army knife. I'm not gonna lie, I still carry one these days. I spent my fair share of the early nineties watching MacGyver and wondering if the Phoenix foundation was real. What is even cooler is the fact that I read online and most of the stuff done in the show could technically be done in real life. Kind of makes you want to study science. Unlike, he other regular guy super heroes MacGyver did not rock the facial hair, but he does have a mulleteske hair style in some of the early episodes.

Who is my pick? It's got to be Magnum. The guy was just plain cool. He carried a gun, fought with his hands, and lived at the beach. That's just my opinion, but all three of these men are respectable in their own right.

Stay at Home Dad Day

As most everyone knows I have aspirations to one day become a stay at home parent. It's not that I'm lazy, it's just that I'm not a big fan of working. If I could get paid to do some "freelance consulting" I'd be all for. I don't realistically think I'll ever get to stay at home, however it's a nice dream.

Today I took advantage of my actual day off. So I stayed home most of the day with the cat. Was I productive - absolutely not. I caught up on sleep, ran six miles, and watched a lot of sydicated sitcoms. Sadly, I got bored, but it was way better than dealing with rednecks on the phone all day.

Tonight I'm alone because Jen is taking a painting class. My friend Jonathan is going to come over and we're gonna play some guitar. That should be interesting considering I haven't played mine in months.

So this blog has basically been uninformative and unentertaining. In other news we are pretty sure that Lola ate Frank. What kind of sick cannibalistic fish it's her boyfriend. Oh well, mark a trip to the walmart aquarium on my calendar this week.

sad cat, good mexican, and rainy Sunday

Emma went to the vet to have her stitches removed on Friday. Upon her visit the veterenarian realized that they discovered she had an infected paw. They had to put a small cast on it to keep it from getting further infected. However, to keep her from biting at the cast, she has to wear a large cone arond her neck. Her are some pictures so you can feel sorry for her like we do.






In other news we ate this awesome new Mexican restaraunt last night. It was called Pablo's and it's just down the street. It was some of the best authentic Mexican food I have ever had. As an added bonus they had a huge flatscreen with the Tennessee basketball game on.

It's been a rainy Sunday, which means a lazy day at the apartment. We got up this morning and visited a new Methodist church. The music wasn't great, the preaching was a little dry, however we met a really nice old man. He actually took the time to walk us to the part of the church where the particular service we were attending were being held.

Mystery of Frank

At some point this afternoon Frank Fish Brooks dissappeared. He was last spotted in his tank around 1pm this afternoon. The whereabouts of Frank are still inconclusive.

Frank was a good fish. He swam in his tank with his pseudo girlfriend Lola. Frank was rescued from Wal-Mart in July of 2007. He was constantly tormented by the pink neon fish Lola. Lola would chase Frank and bite at his fins.

There are multiple suspects in the disappearance of Frank.

1. Emma - Emma Feline Brooks had been looking with sneaky eyes at our fish tank. She has been caught with her paws in the tank. At one point, we have seen her attempt to drink the water. Her breath smells of an unpleasant tuna type odor.

2. Lola - Lola has lived with Frank for the last seven months. She's been chasing and tormenting him. Today Frank was spotted trapped under the water filter. Could this have been a murder attempt. Lola's belly is larger looking than normal.

The evidence is inconclusive at this point, but as more facts develop in this case I will keep everyone posted. However, one thing is for certain: Frank is missing and we will not rest until he is put to rest. No fish should die without a proper burial at sea.

Ouch

Jen and our neighbor Jen took advantage of the free personal trainer service offered at our apartment's gym. The girls went through 40 minutes of different exercises, only to come home and barely be able to walk up stairs. The have signed up for this abuse, indefinitely, twice a week.

I found their pain and lack of climbing mobility mildly entertaining, until today. Today Nathan (Jen's husband) and I went for a five mile run. Unfortunately, now my right quad feels like hers and I too am struggling. I guess that's the price of exercise.

Last night we had our game night with a few friends. We played a dvd game called shout about movies/music. It was really cool, and the dvd kept score for you. We played guys versus girls and it was pretty much a testosterone massacre. I guess guys are better with the useless knowledge.

Today we attempted to go to a large Methodist church but got lost on our way. We ended up going to a church we had visited before. We got there 15 minutes late and left about 10 minutes early. We stayed for an hour and 10 minutes. If you can do the math, you can realize while we weren't there the whole time. Next week, it's attempt number two for the Methodist church.

Tomorrow it's back to work after an abbreviated weekend. I have a feeling I'm going to stop volunteering for extra days the warmer it gets. I'm ready to get in some frisbee golf, hiking, bicycling, and pool lounging as the spring draws near.

Game Time

We've made it through another week and now it's finally time for the weekend. Emma is back home and recovering from her surgery. She's been lying around on the electric blanket a lot lately.

Last night we watched Good Luck Chuck, or at least most of it with the neighbors. We then turned on Gladiotor, which is truly one of the great American films. No better way to start off your weekend than with some killin'.

Tonight we're having a few people over to play games. Nothing too exciting, but having some pasta and games. Should be pretty fun. Not sure what we'll be playing, but I don't think it will be Porno Password, suggested by Ryan.

I went back and got my hair fixed on Thursday by a different stylist. She evened it up and everything is back in place. I saw the girl who cut it the day before. It was kind of like when you see someone you just broke up with and don't know what to say to them. So, I did what anyone in my position would do. I didn't say anything, pretended like I didn't see her, and sat in the waiting chairs texting and not making eye contact. It's so great to be an adult like that.

Bed Head

There are a few things in life I don't like doing for whatever reason or another. I don't like going to the dentist because of the sounds, and I don't like getting my hair cut. I don't know why, but since I was about 12 I have never been thrilled about having to get my hair cut. However, yesterday reaffirmed my despise of the hair salon.

Before I go in to that story, let me give you a brief hair timeline of myself.

Age 3 - 10 - Hair parted to the side, very little bangs, classic little boy hair cut

Age 11-14 - Bowl cut, or some variation of it. yes I was a tragic victim to this hairstyle.

Age 15 - 16 - Long shaggy hair - known to some as "frat hair"

Age 16 - 20 - The front spike/messed up look. Lots of product was consumed in those years.

Age 21 -22 - Got hair cut short, almost a shaggy buzz cut and then revisited the spike

Age 22 - Got hair cut short in May, did not get another hair cut until December.

Age 22-24 - Have had different variations between the "frat hair" and your normal parted cut with front bangs.

So that's my hair history. Yesterday, I walk in the salon, to a stylist that has cut Jen's hair but not mine. I tell her "I want it cut shorter, and I want a new style." Keep in mind hairdresser is slightly "punk rock" looking in appearance.

She asked if I want it spiked - "no, been there done that, I say."

She then proceeds to cut and cut and thin and cut and cut. Three inches was cut off plus not to mention how much she thinned it out. I'm okay with all of this it was kind of bushy looking.

At this point I'm thinking I'm gonna have a great new hairstyle. So then the cutting subsides and the product comes off the shelf. Some sort of spray wax. I'm no stranger to hair product so this was not an issue for me.

She proceeds to do something to my hair that I still don't know what happened. Messing and molding and smooshing my bangs flat against my forehead in some look that insighted I must have tattoos and scars. Basically, not the look I generally portray in my boat shoes and polo shirts.

So I go home thinking I can wash this junk out of my hair and fix it. I wash out most (not all) of this wax stuff and my hair is just funny looking. Uneven and jagged. I realize I'm a victim of salon sheering.

I think to myself maybe this will be better in the morning. This morning I thoroughly shampoo and attempt to style my hair. Once again I still feel remnants of the spray wax. I look up close in the mirror. The left side of my bans are 3 inches longer than the right side. So I go to sweep my hair over to the side as normal, and find that I have lop-sided bangs. Not just a little, but there is no fixing this. I'm obviously not going to style my hair like she had it for work, so I bust out some product and do the best I can. Needless to say, I'm still not thrilled.

I'm going back tonight to a different stylist to get things evened out. What is bad is the girl that cut my hair was super nice. I hope she isn't there because I don't want to hurt her feelings, but I was on the verge of shaving my head. Hopefully I can get the situation taken care of and resolved.