The Sunday Comic

Spring Break

Spring break was last week! It was so refreshing to have some time off school. We still had to work, but in our free time we tried to celebrate spring break the best we could.

We busted out the blender for smoothies and the snow-cone machine just about every night. 
I regularly applied my Jergens tanning lotion so it at least looked like I went to Hawaii.

And even though we didn't go to Hawaii, a full cupboard can only mean one thing: we went up North to visit my family.

We went and saw the play "Phantom" at the Hale Center Theater with my mom, dad, grandma and grandpa.

And ever since we convinced my mom to start a blog, she's been a little camera happy. This one was her idea. 

We finally got to see my sister's baby bump.

And we watched Ben click the Submit button for his mission papers.

And what's spring break without a little Rook?
So we may have not made it to the beaches of California, or a nice cruise for the week, but it was just the perfect relaxing week I needed. 

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A Family That Plays Together Stays Together?

My Aunt Michelle gave me a game for my bridal shower with a card saying "Families that play together stay together." Well Michelle, I'm afraid that games are the source of this family's problems.

We got Monopoly for our wedding. One night we were playing and the game got a little more competitive than I expected it to. I don't usually get too competitive about board games, but something inside of me just has to beat Jeff. Let's just say it's gotten to the point where if he wins, it takes me about 15 minutes to cool down and not be mad at him. He just gets so lucky! There has been a fresh Monopoly board waiting for me every night when I get off work for the last week. The current score is 3 games to 3. So now if you see us in marriage counseling, you know why.

As for the title of our blog: The results are in! 

You guys weren't much help. I mean, every vote counts yatti yatti, but a TIE? So I guess the last vote is mine. And I am choosing to keep Lucky Number 8. Writing the story of Lucky Number 8 made me fall in love with that title again. And plus we just changed that picture at the top of our blog, and I don't want to have to change it again. Thanks for your votes and creative ideas. 

Top O' The Mornin' to Ya

Happy St. Patrick's Day!

We made green clover pancakes this morning. And in honor of my dad I made sure to tell Jeff top o' the mornin'. I also made us put green shirts on at midnight. We forgot to celebrate St. Patrick's Day last year, so this year we're making up for it.

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Rock The Vote

We need everyone to vote on the title of our blog. Yes Becky, I did feel the need to come up with a clever usage of Excell, and as was pointed out, some readers might not understand the significance of Lucky Number 8. So here is my post to encourage you to help determine the fate of our blog title and to inform you on the candidates.

Lucky Number 8

This is the McCain of the election. Lucky Number 8 has been around for a while, but there is more than meets the eye. 

When Jeff and I were first starting to like each other, we frequently met up in the library to..."study." One of my favorite nights there was when Jeff sheepishly whispered, "How many guys have you kissed?" My favorite because A) It's pretty safe to say a guy likes you if he's interested in the number of guys you have kissed and B) He thought I had kissed a lot more people than him so that was kind of flattering. 

Well, I don't know how we got this idea, but we decided to each get out a little sheet of paper and write down the number of people we had kissed and then slide our little pieces of paper over to each other so our numbers would be revealed at the same time. I wrote down my number, slid it over to Jeff, and snatched his number out of his hand. I slowly unfolded the paper to read the same number I had written down: 132. No, not really, but I had to make the real number look smaller. 7 for each of us. So when our first kiss finally came, that was number 8 for both of us.

Then, of course, we got married on August 8th, 2008 and we want 8 kids and 8 fish when we grow up, so...kind of significant.

Double Excell

The Obama: The young, "not as experienced" contender. I was listening to country music the other day and there was a song on by Keith Anderson called Double XL. Here is the chorus just to give you an idea:

Well Double XL, Double XL

Don't call me on the phone just ring my dinner bell!

Double XL Double XL

I'm a lean mean love machine that likes to be held,

Oh brrrr baby I'm a double XL!

I was listening and realized that could be the new name for our blog, and that's how I got this whole idea. And then when we start having little baby XLs, the blog title can easily adjust to XXXL or XXXXL. So yeah, it doesn't have much to back it up, so I need to see if the people want to vote for CHANGE.

How to Excell at Life

The Mitt Romney: Motivational, but might not make the cut. This one kind of speaks for itself, and is actually doing surprisingly well at the polls so far.

Jeffarah

The Hilary Clinton: A joke, and was never really expected to be taken seriously.

The Write-In

Dad, here you go. Write-ins will be considered. Send them in via a comment on this post.

Now you are informed. And you need to vote! There are only a few days left.

The Sunday Comic

Working at a hotel you tend to see the okay and the worst of people. Because they have been traveling for an extended period of time, I am rarely dealing with people who are at the top of their game. Examples include:

-Calling in to tell me the exact time they will be arriving at the hotel.

-Asking me to come bring them 5 fresh bath towels right after they check in

-Wanting to tell me all about their day while I have another guest waiting to be checked in

-The truck drivers who give me advice about how to succeed at life.

-The people who walk in Monday and ask "How many inches is it going to rain on Friday?" 

-The guests who refuse to believe the camera in the pool room is real and take a lap or two in their birthday suit.

Just to name a few. Hence the Sunday Comic. The word bubbles are what the guests are saying just to clear up any confusion.

Spring Semester Fever

It is hard enough to go to school when the weather starts warming up, and I believe professors enjoy feeding the fire to our lack of motivation. 

I am blogging at 8:30 on a Friday morning because I woke up this morning, despite the temptation to stay in bed, and weathered the brisk morning air to be a good student and attend class. Lo and behold: canceled. 

My economics class somehow manages to get less interesting every time I go. I have started tallying up the annoying things my professor does. Yesterday we were blessed with 9 bad jokes, 27 "What I really want you to know is..." and 3 plugs for the book he wrote.

Business Law has a slew of students with "what if" questions. The professor will give an example of something, and then, without fail, a hand will shoot up. "What if my mom's sister's uncle's wife bought this and then this happened and then this happened, would that be a lawsuit?" Blah. Let the man talk.

So mom and dad, I am going to class. Reluctantly. And counting down the days until spring break.

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