It's a wonderful night for the prom.

I have to admit, Adam and Aubrey’s photo session could’ve gone a lot better that day. I had to deal with a rapidly setting sun, chilly night winds, a raging school counselor, and only 10 minutes with them. We did what we could, and the photos came out alright. But I know if we had had more time, their photos could’ve been spectacular. Oh well, it happens. You can only roll with the punches. Read the rest of this entry »

Okay, so for those of you that know me, you know I’m not a big fan of celebrating my own birthday. But, should you feel so inclined, this year I’m willing to make an exception, if you buy me these:

You mean I don't have to travel to the east coast to see my favorite NFL team? Yes please!!

Now, I’m not one to ask for a lot of things. But a pair of tickets to send me and a friend to watch the Eagles would be a dream for me.

Of course, it also depends on whether you know my birthday or not

… is underway!

What is Operation: Think Thank? You’ll find out soon

OOOHHHH!!!! A MYSTERIOUS QUESTION MARK!

Last week, I got a fairly strange email. It was addressed to me from the Haley Family, who, I’m assuming from the email, live somewhere in Eureka, CA. Unless there’s another Eureka here in the US, I haven’t really taken the time to check that out. Anyways, Jeff, who I can only guess is the dad, apologizes to me for not having responded in a year. That’s all fine and dandy, except I have no freaking clue who he is. He then tells me he bought a new bike recently, and asks me what kind of bike I ride. I wasn’t even aware that I had a motorcycle license, much less a motorcycle.

I live in the Middle East? And I own a motorcycle?! Crazy!!!

After reading this email, I can safely guess I have a counterpart somewhere in the Middle East (my guess would be Dubai), who is also named Tim Monzon. It kinda makes me wonder…

So what does he look like? How old is he? Could there be a chance we’re related? It’s pretty weird knowing that there’s a guy halfway around the world who could be mistaken for you. I don’t know any other Monzons outside of my immediate family. Any other Monzons I’ve heard of are usually spanish, so that pretty much rules out relation. I find it all kind of interesting.

Then there’s my other theory: someone’s attempting to steal my identity. Wasn’t there a movie with a plot like that? It escapes my mind at the moment.

So last weekend, Jason, JR, and I had some spare time, and went out to eat at Wingstop. During our lunchtime conversation, JR had a revelation:

“You know what I’ve always wanted to do? Make a potato gun.”

So, over the next 3 or 4 hours, we found ourselves researching plans, purchasing materials, and assembling the device.

The result? The worst pain my back has ever felt.

And now, for your viewing pleasure, our documented afternoon (or if you just want to see me get shot, skip to 4:08):

So we do have plans to beef up a new potato gun, but more importantly, we have more inventions to create on the way . All in the name of SCIENCE!!!