Daddy daughter date

So, Britany told me to write about the "daddy daughter dance" that I took Evie to a couple weeks ago.  I have to say it was a pretty sweet experience.  I thought Evie was going to be tired and grumpy since the dance started so late, but I was wrong.  We started out waiting in line to be seated.  A nice lady took us to our table, which somebody had stolen, so Evie and I waited while they reassigned us.  I guess the person who stole our RESERVED table was high ranking or looked really scarey.  It didn't matter though, we got a nice table for two with elaborate decorations that Evie proceeded to tear apart.  Half of the decorations were Dove chocolates scattered across the table, but for the first time in her life Evie showed no interest in eating candy.  She was pretty overwhelmed at first with the fine settings and the disco lights and all the people.  There was a dance floor in the middle of the dining area, with tables on either side for the dinner service.  Evie and I noticed our friends, the Talbots, seated on the other side of the floor, so to kill time until food arrived we crossed the dance floor to talk to them.  Then, probably my favorite moment with Evie so far happened.  To this date, I still think that was the first time Evie had even seen a dance floor so I have no idea where she got this idea.  But, in the middle of our conversation with the Talbots, Evie grabbed both my hands and led me over to the middle of the dance floor.  Keep in mind, dancing hadn't started yet so we were alone on the floor.  She then faced me, put both my hands together, and gently layed her head on them.  I just wanted to pick her up and hug her forever!  I have no idea where she got that from.  Anyway, the DJ seemed inspired by our little performance so he quickly got the festivities going and we were soon joined by plenty of enthusiastic little dancers with their dads in tow.  Evie and I spent practically the entire night on the floor.  Our (EXPENSIVE) four-course meals remained largely untouched.  Every time I tried to guide Evie back to our table for a bite, she would stubbornly insist we return to the floor to carve out our little corner.  She would watch other people dancing, then try to mimic their moves with me.  It usually involved a lot of jumping and walking in circles.  She stayed up hours past her bedtime, but didn't show the slightest signs of giving in.  My little sweetheart is quite the dancer.  All in all a very successful night, one of my favorite moments so far of being a father.  By the way, if future Dan reads this and wonders why historic Dan was such a pansy, Britany made me write it.  Stop judging us.

BYU won!!!!! By 22!!!!!!! They have to keep winning, cause I'm only about half way done with my bucket of cheeseballs. Britany and I ate at a fancy restaurant for our anniversary, and man were we out of our league. Whenever I eat at a place like that, I always feel like everyone around us knows that we don't belong and at any moment our waiter will make us stand up and escort us to the peasant table. Britany is about ready to pop. She says that women have a hormone that makes them forget all the pains they go through during pregnancy, so they don't hesitate to have more kids later on. I'm assuming the men are just supposed to keep their mouths shut, right? I sure as heck won't forget. I wonder if I'll feel guilty when she gets pregnant again? Probably not. Little Evelyn already has more clothes, furniture, and toys than I do. It just dawned on me that I'm about to be outnumbered by the women in my own home! I need to go buy a violent video game or something to restore the balance. Or a pot-bellied pig named Grumkins.

epic update

I'm done cutting open dead things. I've got to say I have a new appreciation for the wide spectrum of stench that is present on this earth. I'm also studying like crazy for my boards. I take them in two weeks. I've never studied so much for one test. I started about six months ago, and I still feel unprepared. On another note, Britany and I are currently losing the war against the ladybugs in our apartment. They have taken over key strong points in the living room and have proven to be a formidable opponent. Many perished in the battle of the vacuum last week, but their numbers have replenished. I'm considering a treaty if they agree not to advance into the bedroom. I don't think I've fully grasped the concept that I'm going to be a dad. Occasionally I remember that my wife is pregnant, not just sick, and soon I'm going to have a little piecer to take care of. I figure I'll just wing it. If I screw up we can always make more. Time to watch some football! Go BYU and K-State!!!!

important developments

So, Britany and I are watching Hitch together, again. We both agree that it's our movie, but I'm sure with time Lord of the Rings will take its rightful place. As far as sports go, BYU had an awesome football season, which is now being followed by an awesome basketball season. Plus, only four months until the world cup! I'll be happy as long as the USA beats England, and France loses all their games. Britany and I got to go rescue James and Stephanie last night from a bat in their apartment. It's a little ridiculous how terrified most people get when approached by a creature that is nature's equivalent to a fiesty dust ball. Speaking of animals, I recently added a horse to the list of creatures I've rendered sterile via my surgical expertise. I'm just making the world a better place one pair of testicles at a time. Christmas break was way too short. Not only did we only have two weeks, but we spent the better part of 4 days driving. It was really good to spend a little time with nieces and nephews and puppies that we don't see that often. And I guess the other family members were ok too. I gotta say if Britany and I finally stop running into financial snags, I'm getting a wii. Oh, and speaking of stupid financial snags, apparently it costs 50 dollars to park for two hours in an empty parking lot next to a visitors parking sign in Provo, Utah. That's right, on New Years day my car got booted while I was playing a board game at Mike's apartment. Britany and I are hoping it isn't a pretense of things to come this year. I'm reading a new series now that Britany got me for Christmas, and after that I'm going to read the other two series we got from my family. So, I'm all set for the next couple months. Anyway, I don't have class until 10:00 tomorrow so I'm going to pretend to fall asleep, wait for Britany to go to sleep, then sneak out and play video games tonight. USA!!!

The one blog to rule them all

Hey fellow bloggers and bloggees.  I'm blogging like I never blogged before.  I think I've studied so much my brain cells are actually undergoing autolysis.  Our new garden is doing pretty well, but one of the tomatoe plants might not make it.  I can't afford advanced medical care for the little guy since the municipal court of Haysville decided they needed 400 dollars of my money to purchase antidepressants for their secretaries.  Our soccer team won the kansas state intramural indoor soccer tournament, and I can't seem to get Manchester United to stop calling me with lucrative contract offers.  Seriously.  Plus, I seem to have lost the skill to fold my laundry so I move the pile everyday from the coach to the bed to the chair to the coach again.  Its the laundry migration of shame, but I can't muster enough OCD power to change it.  That's all I got for now.