Everyone knows that Vader is Luke's father. Here's a little recap in case you have forgotten how the big reveal really went down, "A long time ago, in a galaxy far, far away":
But what if the Big Reveal had taken place not-so-long ago, in a television studio near you:
MP: Hi, welcome back. I'm Maury Povich and today's special guest is Darth Vader, Dark Lord of the Sith. DV: Glad to be here today. MP: Now, Mr. Vader DV (interupting): Please, call me Lord Vader, or just Lord MP: Very well, Mr. Vader DV: LORD Vader MP: Mr. Vader, no need to get angry DV: Don't make me force throttle you! MP: Anyway, we'd like to bring out someone special from your past. DV (nervously): Padme, uh, what are you doing here? It's been like a year since we broke up. PA: No, WE didn't break up. YOU broke up with ME. DV: Baby, I'm sorry, but you gotta understand. It wouldn't have worked out. You were fighting for galactic freedom, and I was aspiring to be the supreme ruler of the universe PA: Whatever, I'm over it now. That's not why I'm here. DV: I'll say your over it. You sure didn't waste anytime. A child, even... PA: What are you talking about? Did Maury tell you why you're on the show? DV: He told me enough. He told me Obi-Won is the father. PA: No. You are the father. DV: NOOOOOOOOOO! PA: Search your feelings, you know it to be true. MP: That's right, Mr. Vad- (choking) okay, okay, sorry, LORD Vader, please stop choking me... DV: Very well MP: The real topic for today's show is "My Baby-Daddy is an Evil Super-Villain, and I want my Child Support" DV: Its, its, impossible! You can't prove nothin' PA: He even looks like you. DV: Impossible. I won't pay. You can't make me (audience): Maury! Maury! Maury! (Cut to commercial)
Its late and I should be in bed, but I thought "Why not blog about our recent trip to Utah?" Warning, this is going to be one of those boring "travel logs" (like the "quotes"?) Originally, our plan was to leave on Friday morning after I got off of work, but then we heard a storm was going to be coming thru so we decided to postpone it til Saturday. Really glad we did. We were going to leave by 6am Saturday morning, but we didn't finish packing and cleaning til 2 am and when we woke up, there was chain restrictions over the pass so we decided to sleep a little longer. We slept a couple more hours and, although there were still chain restrictions when we left, the storm had passed and the sun was up so we hoped they would be lifted by the time we got there. We were checking the road conditions the whole way on our phone and they were slowly getting lifted, section by section. At one point we saw the sign that said chains required in 16miles, but then traffic slowed to a crawl and by the time we traveled the 16miles, the chain restrictions were lifted. We finally arrived in Provo at my brother and sister-in-law's house at about 11pm. Sunday we went to Church with them, and afterwards, my sister, whose in BYU's nursing program, came over for dinner. Sunday afternoon, we let the kids play in the snow in the back yard and Will and I made a snow man for the kids. Monday, we went to our friends, Jason and Amanda's house, where we stayed the rest of the week. Our kids became fast friends with their friends and some tears were shed when we had to leave. Monday afternoon, my sister introduced me to one of her professors who has a very important title at the pharmacy school I was interviewing at. Probably the biggest piece of advice he gave me was to make a good impression on the faculty interviewer, don't do anything to make them not like me. Tuesday, we looked at apartments and picked up some applications. Wednesday, we drove up to Ogden to visit our friends Aaron and Ashley. Had a good visit with them and had a laugh over the brain pizza their daughter was eating. :-) Thursday, I had my interview at the pharmacy school. The questions were of a different style than I got last year but I still felt good about it. During the orientation, the Dean explained that they received 800 applications, offered 600 interviews and have spots for 245 new students. Our original plan was to stay Friday and drive home Saturday but Thursday night we decided that it would be better to drive home Friday instead. The kids were getting tired of being away from home and we realized it would be nice to have Saturday to recover from the trip. The drive home Friday was uneventful and their was no concerns about chains and road conditions. The kids did great on the drives and we were all grateful to be home. Now we just gotta get back into the swing of things with work and school and housekeeping, etc. And now we just play the waiitng game to see if I get in. Hopefully good things are in store for us.
Ok, so I know it's been fooorrreeeevvveerrr since I've posted. I just wanted to give a little update for those who are not on Facebook. We are excited that Dave has been invited to interview at USN's Utah campus at the beginning of March (for pharmacy school)! We're planning a little vacation, so if you'd like us to visit let me know.
If, as the saying goes, you should keep your friends close and your enemies closer, where should you keep "frenemies"?
If you look at just the term "frenemy", it would make sense to keep them closer than your friends but not quite as close as your enemy, since it is kind of and in-between term.
However, if you examine the concept of a frenemy, it might be more appropriate to keep them even closer than your enemies because their thinly-veiled malice towards you could become a liability. So you would want to watch them even closer because, with an out-right enemy, you know they are going to try to harm your personage or character when ever they have a chance. But with a frenemy, they could maintain a facade of kindness and friendliness for many years until you least expect it, and then they release their full fury when your guard is down.
So the Chico City Council is currently in the process of appointing a person to the council to fill a vacancy left by one member getting elected to a county position. In the November elections, the people of Chico voted to fill 3 open seats on the council while also knowing that 2 months after the elections, a 4th seat would open up. Instead of just appointing the 4th place vote getter the vacancy, the flagrantly liberal city council decided to waste tax-payer time and money and take applications from people for the seat.
I heard today that they have successfully narrowed it down to just two contenders and have until their next council meeting (next Tuesday) to decide. Brace yourselves for the descriptions of the two finalists:
Finalist #1: A minority with a sob story, but who has never voted in a single election, local, state, or national.
Finalist #2: A middle-class white business owner who knows how to create jobs and was the 4th place vote getter, mentioned above.
Who do you think should get the council seat? Unfortunately, who do you think will get it?
While I was taking a shower this afternoon, I had a thought (Hey! this is my thought. Don't be thinking about me in the shower, thou shalt not lust)
It is well known that I help more around the house than many (most?) other husbands and people have been known to get jealous about it.
My thought was, why is it, when people see this, they automatically think that Corrina is a control freak and forces me to do these things. Has anyone considered that maybe I'm the control freak and won't let Corrina do it so I can make sure it is done they way I want it done?
Many will say, "that's ridiculous, we know you're not like that" and my response is: the other scenario is equally ridiculous. It's a little something called communication and division of labor. We have talked about it and have decided on how to divide the tasks how they work best for us as a couple.
And the only reason I can see why anyone would care is because A) the wife wishes her husband could be as helpful as me, and B) the husband wishes I didn't make them look bad.
To this I say: maybe you need to talk with your spouse and make some changes. But above all, get over it and quit judging us for what works for us.
