Groban.

Am I the only guy on the planet who doesn't like this guy's music?

Shh!

I don't think anything makes my blood boil like getting shushed. Your thoughts?

Enclave Frisbee Invitational 2008

Ever wonder what happens when you put 5 guys, a lighted frisbee and a 10th floor balcony together at 1:00 AM?

The Format-
3 rounds.
1 throw per round.
The longest throw wins.

Now let's introduce the athletes...

Mike "Big Love" Hunter


Mike hails from Woods Cross and loves Asian girls.

Spencer Leland McKay


Spencer is from Payson. Spencer is currently writing a book, and making up his own language.

Paul Diehl


Paul is from the greater Seattle area. He also loves to eat my food... Seriously, your oreos and wheat thins are not safe around this guy.

Cody "Assistant to the Regional Manager" Fehlberg


Cody, of Orem, is best known for choking during the finals of every wrestling tournament his senior year. He's really good at getting 2nd place. side note- I had to use this picture of him laughing, because he's making an obscene gesture in the other one...

Yours truly


If this contest was based solely on rugged good looks, I would finish in at least the top 5.

Round 1 - Cody came out strong and put out his best toss of the evening. Paul and the rest had a pretty mediocre showing.

Round 2 - Kyle blows everyone away with his beautiful form, but an unfortunate gust of wind blows his frisbee left and he assumes the 2nd place position. Spencer has a nice toss that is good enough for 3rd place. Paul continues to suck.

Round 3 - Everyone has a meltdown. This is easily the worst round for all the contestants.

Results -
1- Cody
2- Kyle
3- Spencer
4- Mike
5- Paul

The funny thing is, Paul talked the most trash going into this.

Highlight of the evening- me scaring Mike as he got off the elevator

The War on the Shore

A couple weeks ago we took a nice trip up to Atlantic City to watch Vai Sikahema fight Jose Canseco. For those of you who haven't been to Atlantic City, it's a lot like Las Vegas, only dirtier with more pigeons/ Italians. The properties in Monopoly are all taken from the names of streets in Atlantic City. The ironic thing is, you can't find free parking anywhere! Marc finally arrived on a greyhound bus from NYC and we headed off to meet our good friend and Philadelphia Eagle, Reno Mahe. We met up at a beach house on the Atlantic City shore, ate some delicious ribs, walked around the beach and then eventually headed off to the stadium for the fight.

The exhibition fights were entertaining. Some were legitimate boxers, while others looked like fights that Kimball and I used to have when we were younger-- lots of eye gouging, low blows and head butting... Before the main event there was a fire juggler guy and a bunch of large Polynesian guys who did the haka in the ring. It was sweet. The actual fight was great. The crowd was wild. The fight was over after about 1:30 in the first round. Vai beat Jose like Jack Bauer beats down terrorists. (Side note- after the fight, Vai disarmed a canister of nerve gas that was hidden in the arena by a member of the Canseco entourage.)

After the fight we headed off to a couple of after-parties with Vai, Reno and a slew of other former and current NFLers. I also had crab for the first and last time in my life.

All in all, it was the best night of my life. Or at least the best night of the week. Plus I had some free crab.

Google Analytics and My Encounter With Michael Jackson

Not long ago I found out that you can actually track the number of hits your blog receives daily, as well as where the people who visit your blog are located. So I added the tracking code to my blog (this took me a good hour or so to figure out how to do) and sat back to watch the counter start putting up big numbers... It would be a daunting task for any one man to number and keep track of the vast legion of faithful readers who subscribe to this blog, but google analytics did it: 125 people from 4, count em, 4 countries! My guess is that at least 53 of those visits are from one devoted fan. Thanks Mom!

In an effort to have the number of visits double in the next week, I have given this post a title that I hope will result in a larger number visitors from search engines. This is more an experiment than anything else. Check back later for more news.

Things I think are kinda white-trashy

1) Bumper stickers.
2) Mud flaps with cartoon characters on them.
3) Women who are good at pool.
4) Pocket knives with wooden handles.
5) North Plains, OR.
6) UNLV fans.
7) People who yell "Shut up!" at their pets.

Why I love my job

As you probably know, I am living in the Washington DC area selling animated scripture stories door to door. Door to door salesmen are one of the most despised salesmen that exist. Only telemarketers and those guys in the T-Mobile booth who stop you in the mall are more annoying. Needless to say, my job is not one for the faint of heart or those who are easily discouraged. So far this summer I have done pretty well for myself. It seems that sales is mostly about making the people feel comfortable. You make them laugh, tell some good stories, and then go in for the kill! Last Friday I had a rather tough sale with a certain Mrs. Anderson. She came to the door and immediately let me know that she most did not want any of what I was selling. She informed me that she had already seen the presentation and didn't like the way we did things... 1 hour later we were still on the doorstep, only she was sitting down on the doorstep surrounded by DVDs and potential bonuses that she would get if she ordered. I was riding the gravy train to yet another sale when all of a sudden, a potential disaster loomed on the horizon. Her husband came home. Now normally this is either good or awful- the husband comes home to find a salesman in his home, with his wife, who is about to spend a substantial chunk of his money. Thanks to some quick thinking by me, and an episode of Family Guy (which I can't find a link for) I used the following line as he came up the walk towards me: "Well hello brother Anderson. I was just about sell you some handsome cream, but I can see you've already bought out the store!" 10 minutes later I walked off that front porch having sold about 4 sets of scripture cartoons to a nice unsuspecting family. I love this job.