JUMP!

So, Leigh had an "Oh My God I Get To Go To Singapore For A Whole Month" party a few weeks back. As usual, she was in hot pursuit of jumping pictures of all sorts.

She's there now. In Singapore, I mean, wandering around, taking pictures, I dunno what all.



It seems I can't jump without making a really dorky face.


My Superman Moment. I FLEW! For about 1/3rd of a second.


Katie and Serene performing the Kick Out and Bonk Heads Amidst Raucous Laughter Jump.


"Yeah. I'm coo. So coo. I'm gonna land right here."


Cutest. Thing. EVAR!

This Honky White Boy

I often refer to myself as a "Honky White Boy." Thus, my ass is, quite understandably, often quiped as my "Honky White Ass."

I attribute my fond embracement of my Honkiness to my father. See, my dad was born a poor white boy in Texas, working the farms and praising the Lord. I guess you learn to value those unique qualities that get you razed in some circles, because no matter how much we teased him, he has never lost his fondness for cowboy boots. (Though we have managed to get them gallon hats toned down to a fedora or a John Deere cap.) And he often referred to himself as "just a poor honky white boy."

So there I am, thirty-something years along in life, thinking I'm the definition of "Honkiness." I'm sitting in some cheesey rice place (that is to say, a place which serves rice covered in cheese) under the Petronas Twin Towers in Kuala Lumpur, a happy honky white boy. My oh-so-lovely girlfriend, a Chinese-Malaysian who speaks English better than many Americans, points out a table of rather loud and racous Chinese and says, "See them, they're all Honky's."

"Ruhr?" I elloquently grunted. "They're what?"

She giggled, "We call them Honky's because they're from Hong Kong."

And there I was, amazed again at how ego-centric I so often am, and realizing that Americans often are. Which, of course, made me realize that I'm the definition of "American." ... Woe.

Yeah. For those of you thinking about elk, burritos and other such things, just keep on thinking.

Smile :) Summarized

Alright. Enough of my babbling. The short of this whole smile business: The single, most impactful, most significant thing you can do to make you a better person is to smile. Smile to be pretty, smile to be smart, smile to get girls and smile for your heart.

Smile :) part seven: Live

They say laughter is the best medicine. Well it may not be the best, we have some pretty good stuff these days, but still. Did you know that laughter actually boosts the human immune system?

After exposure to humor, there is a general increase in activity within the immune system, including an increase in the number and activity level of natural killer cells that attack viral infected cells and some types of cancer and tumor cells, an increase in activated T cells (T lymphocytes) [...], an increase in the antibody IgA (immunoglobulin A), which fights upper respiratory tract insults and infections, [... and it keeps going!]

[ source: Holistic Online ]

The Archives of Internal Medicine recently published a study by a team of Dutch researches which found that being optimistic significantly reduced the risk of demise by heart disease in men. A blurb from a brief of the report:

Among men ages 64 to 84 who were free of cardiovascular disease and cancer, those who consistently looked at the bright side of life and had generally positive expectations had a 55% lower risk for cardiovascular mortality compared with gloomy pessimistic men.

[ source: MedPage Today ]

"Just the facts, Ma'am."

How To Be A Sexy Man

Gentlemen, I've learned a secret. Not just any secret. I've learned a secret that gets girls HOT. There's no ingestion of any pharmecueticals of any sort involved here and no shrubries, herberies or highly concentrated powders. It has nothing to do with chocolate or diamonds, the number of cylinders your truck has, or the size of your... hands.

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Girls LOVE it, they actually think it's SEXY (I'm not exaggerating here) when a guy washes their dishes!

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So there we were at this party in Seattle this past weekend. There were several women there. One particular guy, a guest, kept ending up in the kitchen washing dishes. I said, "You know, I've heard that girls think one of the sexiest things a guy can do is her dishes."

The girlfriend of this guy suddenly appeared at his elbow, "Oh no," she said, "Don't you go doing my dishes for me. Those are my dishes."

I gotta admit, I was a bit confused. So out I went to the main room. In a nice loud voice I said, "I've heard that girls like it when a guy does the dishes for her. Is that true?"

Every woman in that room got all bright-eyed and perky. "Oh that's so hot," they said. One girl piped in, "Oh, and mowing the lawn... soooo hot!"

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I know what you think. You think maybe they were just using a nice little psychological trick to get their guys to do a few chores around the house, right? Heh. Yeah maybe, but I'd bet if you were to conduct your own little empiricle study you will find a direct correlation between doing the dishes and doing the girl.

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