Sunday, March 8, 2009

Random updates

As you can tell, we're not religiously posting to our blog. But for those of you wondering about the random happenings chez nous, here's a brief update.

Today, Matt got the usual 12-18 month itch to shave his head. It's ridiculous, but it's pretty much a night of free entertainment for us. I use the clippers to cut off most of the length and we laugh hysterically at the thought of me as a barber. Next, Matt finishes the job with a razor, head fully lathered in shaving cream. The rest of the night is filled with horrible Go Army! jokes and references to his baldness in years to come. We are sooo easily entertained. Feel sad for us.

Still, we are not completely hopeless. Two weeks ago, our good friends, Matt & Molly, came to visit. We had an awesome three-day weekend riding Soarin' at Epcot, sunbathing and picnicking on Clearwater beach, and catching up on inappropriate stories over beer and board games. It was legitimate fun. Yay! There are some amusing stories about kamikaze seagulls on the beach, but I think I'll leave that for the real story-teller to write about. -Whitney

Clearwater beach is beautiful. White sand, blue skies, the serenity of the surf...and those mother f#@%ing seagulls! One minute, you are munching on a sandwich and, the next, you feel wings beating over your shoulder and the pinch of beak on your finger. Your sandwich falls to the sand and is immediately fell upon by 10, 15, the entire flock. You curse at them, run at them, throw shells, frisbees, some passing kid at them, but they don't surrender. They laugh at you, gain altitude, measure the wind direction and speed, and take aim for a second dive. This time, they attack the unsuspecting guy who just wondered onto the beach with a hotdog in his hands. Here is his reaction, verbatim:

What the!?! AHHH! Get the hell away from me! It's my hotdog!

He then collapsed, curled into a ball, and tried to stuff the entire hotdog into his mouth. But, when the gulls started diving and striking his body, he threw a piece of the hotdog and ran in the opposite direction, shouting obscenities over his shoulder. Sharks eat with greater reserve than these birds.

Clearwater is great! We'll have to take you when you visit. -Matt