If you had to teach something, what would you teach?
I would teach Nicole how to stop BANGING HER CHAIR AGAINST THE DESK OVER AND OVER LIKE A FOUR YEAR OLD.
Yeah I'm talking to you, Nik.
You have four unexpected guests showing up for dinner in less than an hour, you haven't been to the store in days, and you want to impress them with a delicious meal. What do you serve them?
I order pizza. If they're guests in my house they like pizza.
Today is the first day of the Season of Lent. Are you giving anything up for the next 40 days?
Yeah, I'm giving up your mom.
Ok but seriously, I don't do the whole Lent thing. Like New Years resolutions. I don't keep track of random Catholic traditions.
Quite coincidentally, however, I was thinking yesterday how I really need to get off the cheese. So if any hot Catholic girls ask, then yeah totally I'm doing something for Lent.
Ok not really.
So a whole bunch of my friends and coworkers are using Twitter now. I've been amused by the fact that most of their first twitters are along the lines of "Signed up for Twitter. Now what?" or "I'm on twitter now. Let's see how this goes". It made me curious to see what my first twitter was. I imagined it was pretty similar.
Hamburgers or cheeseburgers?
Aha. Here's the QotD. Just got up too early this morning, I suppose.
Now on the surface, this seems a very simple question. Why would you not want cheese? Lactose intolerant? That's the main reason. But sometimes a guy just wants a regular burger. Not often for me. In fact if I'm going sans case it's because I'm eating multiple burgers, like Sonics old Brown Bag deal where you'd get five burgers and nothing else (I'd share with my dad).
But no matter what-no pickle.
No question for me today, Vox? I could take a break but instead I'll make a short remark about something I was thinking about a minute ago.
Whom have you lost touch with that you wish were still in your life?
A few friends I do miss. But I'm pretty content with what I have.
Today is "Be Humble Day." What in your life are you most humble about?
The opinion other people have of myself. At the funeral complete strangers kept coming up to me and telling me what a wonderful person I was. I can't fathom what I've done that could have had such a profound affect on anyone's life.
Sometimes I worry that when I think I'm overthinking something, I'm actually dead on or underthinking it. It's a scary thought to think that people like me as much as I might imagine they do.
I'm not sure there's much I can add to what my sister has already written.
On a more personal, and what I feel might be selfish, note, I feel very alone now. The past few months have taught me how many wonderful friends I have. But nobody has ever been like Kenna. I'm not sure anybody has really understood me like she did. Shortly before she was diagnosed with cancer I started trying to make my life better by being more active, making plans, writing the 101 list. Kenna was a big part of a lot of my plans. We were going to start practice archery, get a group to go on a photography expedition on the Vegas strip one early morning, plan a caravan to a California Ikea. It made me furious to know that when I finally started trying to live my life someone was going to lose hers and nothing we planned would happen. It was unfair.
And life still isn't fair. I still make plans only to find them thrashed by misfortune. But I've grown up a lot since July. I'm not one to rationalize tragedy with a positive spin, nothing will make up for what Kenna had to go through. But I won't ignore I'm a much different person now. I'm stronger than I was, I'm over feeling sorry for myself, and I'm not going to put off my life anymore. I may still have to wait to get what I want. But I can be patient, and there's things I can be doing in the meantime.
What was the worst rule your parents imposed when you were a teenager?
We never had rules. We just did what we were supposed to do.
Also my mother ruled with equal parts affection and fear, like any good leader.
