'Jumping Through Time'

First off, yes, I am aware it has been a long ass time since I have written in this blog, almost a year in fact. Yes, it has been a long time, and a lot has happened since I have last written on here. I started grad school, Leesh finished grad school, we got engaged, and then we got married. Speaking of being engaged, I began a blog about the engagement story. I started it in May of last year shortly after we got engaged, but never finished it as shit got crazy before we left Kansas for Minnesota. I will post it on here later after I finish this one. This will be a little odd because this blog is about the wedding, so the blog about the wedding will be finished before the blog about the engagement. Well, actually, this blog is only about a certain aspect of the wedding, and not the entirety of the wedding. I may write one of the wedding,  Leesh is adamant that I do so, so it might happen.  So maybe the engagement story will be on here, Leesh read the rough draft and approved, so it is a good possibility that that story will be on here as well. Now, enough talk, on to the story that this blog is about.

I would like to invite you all to accompany me on a magical journey through time. It is not a very long journey as we are only going back to October of 2009. On this journey we will see the four biggest badasses ‘jump’ at certain times. The four badasses that I speak of include: myself, Matt Gerrish, Kelly Miller, and Wes Fisher. We four established a bit of a tradition back in October of 2009. We all jumped, and, while in flight, struck an epic pose.

Side bar. One of the funniest movies ever, Anchorman, staring Will Ferrell, has a scene where they all buy new suits and do a similar jump. That was the inspiration for our jump.

First, Kelly was the first man down when he married his chicka, Jessica. This was when the idea was born that we should all jump and pose stoically. This was the beginning of a dynasty.

Secondly, a short two weeks after Kelly got married; Matt got married to his longtime lady, Jen.  At this time, we also did a similar jump. This picture was just as awesome as the first one and that's when we got the second picture in the collection.

Next, jumping to April? 2011, sorry Wes, but I do not remember exactly when. That was when Wes got married, at the temple in Salt Lake to his main squeeze, Dani. It was at the Temple that the third After this wedding, I was the last man standing. The only one to not be married, but that soon changed.

Finally, in December of 2012, on a day that the Mayans supposedly predicted the world to end, I was married. It was then and there, that the last jump picture was taken. Pictured below are all of them.  Below them is a series of comments and observations that I have about them. I personally think that they are all fucking awesome. And now, on to the pictures, (chronologically of course, we aren’t crazy-people afterall).

Kelly First

The first one, the one that started it all.

The only small thing about this picture that is kind of sad is that Kelly’s brother Jeff, his face is unavailable.

Matt Second

This one. This one hurt. That ledge was surprisingly high, and those shoes that we are wearing, no sole. And I think that we did this about 3 times, all of them hurt. We were doing some slight limping after that one.

Wes Third

This one is great. We are at the LDS Temple of Salt Lake City. The Mecca if Mormons, if you will. And here you have some tattooed guy jumping around the Temple. I feel out of place in this one because I am wearing short sleeves. But whatever, I think that it is still awesome.

Zack Last (The first time this picture has been released into the wild!!))

The Italian Mob picture.

My hair is out of control in this one.

Some casual  observations:

• I am doing the same exact pose in all the pictures. =)
• In all the pictures, there was the four of us, plus a brother. Kelly and Wes used their own brothers for the fifth man. Matt and I used the brother of our spouses.
• I have a goatee in all of the weddings, except my own.
• Kelly is doing the touchdown symbol in three of the pictures.
• Wes is wearing glasses in all of them except his own.
• Wes, Kelly, and Matt had colors that reflected their football teams. To a lesser extent, I did as well, 49er red.
• Kelly has the same shoes in mine and Wes’s. I feel that he would have the same shoes in all of them except he and Matt sprung for the shoes as part of the tuxes when they got married.
• Matt is the only one wearing a pair of tan pants in one the pictures. The only one with no black pants.
• The same guy took 3 of the 4 pictures. Brian Butterfield. The only one he did not do was Wes’.
• We all have fists in Matts'. Not sure why? Are we all angry? Tensing up before impact?
• Wes has the same hair in all of them.

So? I am quite proud of this little tradition. Something weird and quirky.  Sometime in the future I will write one of the wedding, and finish the one about the engagement. I might even release a blog and display some of the wedding pictures in it. Toodles for now. 

The Ice Bowl

The Ice Bowl!

I recently went to my first disc golf tournament, and since I am currently stuck in Dissidia Duodecim (the 2^nd Final Fantasy Dissidia); I thought that I would write a blog about my first foray into formal competition in disc golf. Weirdly enough, the competition was sponsored by the Lutheran Campus Ministry, and since I was at one time a member of the Lutheran church, it seemed like a good omen. I have been playing disc golf recreationally for several years, so I am a not a complete noob, however I do have my moments when completely pull a New England Patriots and crap out in the end. Just before the tournament I had gone out to several of the local courses and just kind of played a few rounds. One of the courses is pretty sweet because a lot of the holes are in a forested area, and require some tricky throws. Anywho, I was feeling pretty ballsy so I registered for the intermediate category. This would turn out to be quite a stupid idea, but more on that later. And now, onto the course!

So, I have played this course before, but only the blue holes. This course is normally only 9 holes, all of the violet ones are temporary ones. The violet ones were bitches, for multiple reasons. Firstly, I’ve never played them before, I barely had a chance to walk through the temporary holes to get some kind of an idea about the layout. Secondarily, B2 and B6 were over 500 feet, which is a fucking long way when you have chicken arms like me. Lastly, some of the baskets on the temporary holes were complete shit. Like this.  The green one in the middle is a little bastard, it was bad enough that it was on the longest hole nestled in a group of trees, but the little bitch has one set of chains and my disc just flopped right out. I definitely did worse on the back nine then I did on the front nine.

I won’t get into the rules for tournament play too much, instead, here is a picture of them.

Now, as play started, it was really god damn cold. It did not get any warmer than 35 degrees the whole time. There was a brief interval where snow flurries were coming down really strong, which sucked. I was wearing three layers. This is me hanging out in the warm car before the tournament started. I really didn’t want to stay out there for very long. But as it turns out, the tournament lasted three hours, so I ended up staying out  in the freezing conditions for awhile.

I turned in my score card, so I don’t remember exactly what I got on every hole. Needless to say wind decided to fuck with a few of my throws and send them way the well in the wrong direction. A few of the trees decided to be assholes and reach out and grab my disc. I ended up only getting a few pars, got a bunch of bogeys and like 3 double-bogeys.  I ended up +16 with a 70 overall. With fifteen people participating in the intermediate category, I took 10^th place. Which I suppose I can be proud of, because of the freezing cold, the bastard wind, and some shitty baskets I guess I am lucky I got a 70. Coincidently, if I had entered into the recreational category I would have gotten fifth. .

And is the story of my first disc golf tournament. I did not place well, which is alright I suppose, I did end up with a tournament disc, and a spot marker. The twenty dollar entrance fee wasn’t bad, the money went to charity, so I suppose everything went alright. But lesson learned, next time, I am entering the recreational category.

New Stuff!

And here is a random picture of Alisha's dog that I found on the camera. Enjoy!

Interesting Title

Sweet, Sweet Liberation!

Well howdy dewdy ya’ll. I have neglected this blog lately and now I will attempt to remedy that by posting more. You might call that a News Year Resolution, but I am not going to do that because New Years resolutions are only damaging ego destroyers. And, let’s face it, I am far too lazy to regularly update the blog. But now I have a story, and stories are worth telling, so here it goes.

When I first moved out to Kansas, things were great, sort-of. We had been living here for about a month and then the people below moved in. These people were either a new couple or a couple that had never shared the same domicile. And, as we all know, what do newly cohabitating couples do a lot? Watch TV? Play board games? Sexy time? If you guessed the last one, then you are correct! However, if you answered either of the first two, you made an understandable but still inexcusable mistake. Now, on a side note, the apartments that we live in are not grandiose, and by not grandiose I mean that the walls are paper thin, every step taken in the apartment produces loud creaking noises, and they are super small.

   

When combined (the crappy, tiny apartment along with horny neighbors), disastrous consequences ensue. By disastrous consequences I mean a very angry and annoyed Alisha. The couple below us were frequent fornicators. It wouldn’t be so bad except for the fact that the girl was most vocal during copulation. It should be noted that I work graveyards, which means that I am not at home during the peak sexy time hours. I miss all the loud screaming that comes from downstairs. Leesh deals with all of the loud screaming, mainly while trying to sleep. This went on for several months.

Another annoying part about our neighbors is that they have two dogs. In a small, tiny, freakishly little apartment they have two dogs! One of the dogs was a puppy that the couple got in November. They named this new puppy Daisy. Yupp, they named their puppy after a flower. Ridiculous. For example, the puppy did some sort of bad thing that puppies do, and they proceeded to yell at the unlucky pup. They sounded like the neighbors were beating and yelling at an innocent flower. The monsters!

Now, in early to middle December, a tragedy occurred, the couple below us broke up! Happy Days! I am not normally one to revel in another person’s grief, but Hallelujah! No more loud sex noises, no more loud tv (oh yah, I forgot to mention that they would watch tv really loud), and no more Zack stepping in dog shit on his way in from the car (the stupid-asshole-mother-fuckers wouldn’t clean up after their  animals). We never found out why they split, mainly because in the entire time they lived below us we never said one word to them. The dude moved out and took all of his stuff. Well, for a brief and short time there was no noise. Then the screaming, loud, wailing, irrational crying started to happen. Lucky for me, I went to work, and let Alisha to deal with it. ;)

And that brings us to now. We just back from a nice and relaxing vacation and we find out that she left. Someone new is now moving in. Wha HA HA! Sweet victory! She obviously couldn't deal with being alone, whether financially or emotionally, and she is gone! Now all we have to hope for is that someone worse won’t move in!

Life with Zacky - Part 2

Wow! It has been awhile since we updated this thing. A lot has happened over the past two and a half months - birthdays, basketball games, finals, concerts, and general happiness with life.

In late October I celebrated my 26th birthday. Zack took me to dinner at a local brewery. It is one of our favorite spots. After, we carved pumpkins in preparation for Halloween. We have an annual carving contest and I think this year I actually won by one vote. Bragging rights go to me!

We spent a few days in Texas with my sister. It was a much needed few days away from our everyday lives. Zack spent one night really sick after unknowingly drinking a whole bottle of wine and smoking a bad cigar, but otherwise it was a delightful trip. We relaxed, drank wine, made food, went shopping, and enjoyed the botanical gardens in Dallas.

The end of November was thanksgiving and as it was our first one living together, we went all out. We had the turkey, green bean casserole, mash taters (what I call mashed potatoes), rolls, corn on the cob, and wine. A  lot of wine. After we finished gorging ourselves, we promptly fell asleep. It was about 8 pm. At 3 am we woke up to go Black Friday shopping, this would be my first time doing so. Best Buy and Walmart were the only stores open when we left the house at 4. We purchased our necessary goods at Best Buy and headed to Walmart. This was the best time to shop at Walmart because their sales started at 10 pm, 12 am, and 8 am. If only I slept during the day....

We also decorated our Christmas tree from head to toe in giant microbes. Now, our tree is only three feet tall, but 9 diseases are on it. These diseases include mono, hay fever, acne, giardia, diarrhea, ulcer, bad breath, athlete's foot, and chlamydia (and most recently stomach ache, but he is not in the picture). As Zack says, It is BAD ASS!

December has already been a month full of adventures and work, lots of work. In early December we ventured to Lawrence for Zacky to take the GRE. Yes, he is planning to attend graduate school in the fall of next year, so we will be living in either West Virginia, Texas, or Minnesota. He did really well on the test so I know he will be accepted into all three schools, which in reality means we will be living in West Virginia this time next year.

We also have ventured to Wichita on two occasions this month. The first trip was for the K-State basketball game against West Virginia. Zacky is a hard core West Virginia fan as many of you already know. He had never been to a West Virginia game prior to this, so this was an epic moment in his life. It was even more epic when West Virginia won in double overtime. For me, this was quite the sociological experience. Zack and I were the only people in our section openly rooting for West Virginia and the K-State fans were not so happy about that considering they have a profound attachment and love for K-State basketball (and football). There were maybe twenty other West Virginia fans in the crowd and I was a little worried that the guy next to us was going to have an aneurism from the angry comments coming out of his mouth every time the referee called a foul on K-State or West Virginia scored.

Our second trip to Wichita was for the Staind concert. Zacky got me tickets to see them for Christmas and it was one of the best gifts I have ever gotten. I have wanted to see Staind in concert since I was a teenager. I did see them briefly once, but they were opening for Creed and I missed some of the opening. This was the real deal. The three opening bands took forever to play, but when Aaron Lewis finally took the stage I was in heaven. He has an amazing voice. Even Zack agreed. We both had an enjoyable time singing along. Needless to say it was AWESOME! Thanks babes.

A few days ago Zack celebrated his 26th birthday. He claims he is old, but technically I am older so I have no sympathy for him. We went to see the newest Sherlock Holmes movie. It was pretty good. We are both readers of the Sherlock Holmes stories so we were happy it followed the books to a degree. After, I took him out to dinner. He wanted steak so we went to one of three steakhouses in town, Whiskey Creek. All in all it was a wonderful day.

Finals are over for me. I am officially on winter break, but, as Zacky reminds me, I have a thesis to write. My winter break will be compiling information for my thesis and writing a literature review for it. Yay to breaks! But it must be done. I will do my best not to complain about it.  

With all of this time living together gone by, a few habits have developed over these four plus months. One habit that Zack has developed is humping me every time I bend over. The below comic sums this up perfectly. It should be noted Zack was the first person to show me this comic and admit that he does this. I happened to agree. In his defense I often grab his ass whenever it is within arm's length. :) 

Random things of Late.

Greetings again one and all! Alisha has been on my case, in a lovingly way though, that I update this blog. She says it is because she wants my peeps to know what is going on. But she admitted that, secretly, she likes to see what is on my mind. Isn’t she just a sweet little deceiving love nugget? Anyhow, I figured that it was time to take a break from Gears and get this little fella updated. And now onto the juicy stuff.

In the previous blog, the one written by Alisha, she failed to mention one very important feature of me being in Kansas. I am the resident spider-killer in this apartment. And if you ask Alisha, this is by far the most important job I do. There have been times when I have been in one room, and when, suddenly, out of the blue came a scream from the room. “SPIDER!” then a quick exasperated breathes. “ZACK! COME KILL THIS SPIDER!” After I laugh for a minute or two, and Leesh is done hyperventilating, I come and quickly kill the spider. The poor little spiders never had a chance, and because of Leesh’s irrational arachnophobia, spiders are now steering clear of our apartment. Which I guess is a good thing, until we had another unwanted visitor, and this one was slightly bigger.

We had a mouse! This is a very serious problem. I can handle some little spider that I could  squash with my mighty thumbs. (As mentioned earlier, I have been playing a lot of Gears, my thumbs are fine-tuned killing machines!). But a mouse? How the fuck am I supposed to deal with this!? Leesh was up in arms about this mouse in the apartment. First thing Monday morning, as we discovered the scumbag-bastard on the weekend, Leesh was at the apartment complex demanding action be taken. The sneaky little shit found a way to get into our cabinet from the hole in the back. There is a switch in the back that turns on and off the water. That is how he got in. It turns out that the little asshole was eating my food. Well that’s it, he is doomed. I will not tolerate some food stealing, disease spreading, whisker faced mongrel running rampart around my domicile. Well the apartment people did just enough to fix the problem, I suppose.  The covered up the hole by nailing a piece of board over the area he got in through. Real top rate work. Blah! Well this is just fucking great. Now the mouse can die inside the wall and stink up the place. Some people are idiots, and we are forced to live around them. Oh woe is me.

As of the typing of this little blog, Alisha is making pumpkin bread. I do not know if any of you have ever had some of Alisha’s famous pumpkin bread, but it is hella delicious. This is the third? time that she has made pumpkin bread. The first time that she made some I did not have a chance to eat any of it before Alisha NOM NOMED it all. She was angry that I did not help her because she ended up consuming all that junk food herself. It was super unhealthy, and she wanted me to share in that unhealthiness. The second time, she gave me a bite, and I discovered how enchanting the little morsels of bread are that I then proceeded to eat most of the two loaves. This was also a bad idea. Though I did save her from morally unhealthy choices, I received chastisement from her for eating all her bread. There is apparently no winning with her I have noticed. ;) So with the this batch of pumpkin bread that she is making, we will see if a can somehow find that happy middle ground where I don’t let her eat too much as to let her think that it is really unhealthy, and the other side where I eat too much and don’t let her have any. Although I do have to admit, it is smells super delicious right now.

For those of you who follow me on facebook, let’s face it, if you are reading this than we are friends on facebook, you will remember that the other day I posted something about seeing some missionaries on the prowl about the neighborhood. Well Leesh and I had the opportunity to meet with them. I say opportunity mainly because I don’t want to offend anyone, as a number of our friends and a few family members are of the LDS persuasion. Anywho, we ran into them, coincidently enough, while walking to the grocery store to pick up some tequila and margarita mix for a little happy hour time. I, personally, have had very little experience with missionaries. Other than one of my close friends being a RM, I have never expressed any desire to talk about it. Any questions I do have I just direct toward my one friend and he gives me the answer without any kind of guilt-tripping, you’re going to hell for living the life of a sinner talk. As the missionaries happened upon us, they were cordial, as I suppose you have to be as a salesman (face it, missionaries are salesman, getting you to buy in on their business), and struck up a conversation. One was from Utah and we were kinda talking about that. There were a few subtle hints that I picked up from the conversation that I could tell where they were directing the chat. They finally asked if we had any interest in the church. Leesh, being the consummate atheist that she is, mentioned that she was in fact an atheist and thus didn’t have any interest in learning about the church. The head missionary then asked, “Are you happy with being an atheist?” To which she took a little offense. The missionary then said, “The church has always brought me happiness.”  Though we quickly made excuses and left the two missionaries to go get our drink on, Leesh was very annoyed by the interaction with them. She was very upset with the fact that the missionaries implied that since she was an atheist she was unable to be happy in life. She was pretty upset about the interaction.

Isn’t it always the way that after some social interactions you always remember the best thing to say. Leesh happened to feel rather insulted after this event and started to think about all the things she could of said. She thought about it and said, “I should of said, yes, being an atheist does bring me happiness. I get lots and lots of sex with my boyfriend without the inhibited social pressures of organized religion. And now, I am going to go get some alcohol and get trashed.” I think that is hella funny. Well, at the very least, it reminded us of home.

And now, onto some funny rage comics. Each one reminded me of Alisha in some away or another. They are all relevant to me and to us. They need a little explanation, but don’t you worry, I can say with relative certainly that they will amuse you.

This first one is funny because it is not really applicable here, because Alisha is already trained. Whenever I am gaming, Leesh quickly jumps through the front of the screen whenever she has to pass by. This is great, it does not hinder my hard concentration that I have when blowing shit up. So, excellent, Alisha comes in with built in protocols.

Next:

This one is hella funny. It is simple and quick to the point. And very, very, very TRUE! Alisha has yet to fart around me. At all, ever! After like a year and a half of dating she has yet to break wind around me. She says that she is still not comfortable enough with me to fart around me. Apparently she still wants to impress me. Such silliness. If I did not know any better I could swear Alisha did not have a butt. Well, if I listened to my good friend’s wife who says, “It’s true that women don’t have assholes until they are married.” Anyway, one day, soon, Alisha will fart, and it will be an end to an era.

Finally:

This one is kinda my favorite. I tickle the beejeezus out of Alisha. All the time. For no reason what so ever. I need not defend my reasons why I do it, I am her boyfriend and thusly I am allowed to tickle as much as I want. She would do anything to stop it. Well, almost anything….

Now it is time to end this thing. It is super long (that’s what she said). Bye bye

Life with Zacky (as written by Alisha)

Things in Kansas are much the same. Well except for the 6 foot man that has taken residence in my apartment. This blog is going to be a little different because it is going to be about life with Zacky. Since he has moved in things have been very different on the home front. I now have someone else to pick up after. Needless to say Zack is messy. Not too messy though. I think I got lucky there. Or my anal retentive organization and cleanliness has him frightened. I like to think it is the former.

Now that I have a man around it isn't all mess and no gain. He is great for a good many things.

1. He puts together furniture - Upon arrival to Kansas we had to assemble some of his furniture and purchase new things and he did all of that. Awesome! I like to think he enjoys exerting his masculinity even though he outwardly wishes I would help him.

2. He lifts stuff - Again, moving is a story in lifting and he did lots of this. He lifted all of what we brought with us to Kansas and then some. Now I have someone to take all the groceries up a flight of stairs and into the house. Epic win!

3. He is my own personal heater - Many of you do not realize how insanely cold (or HOT) Kansas can get. If the wind blows from the south we fry and if it comes from the north we freeze. These two things can change daily. For example two weeks ago it was 108 and the next day it was 78. With the cold weather approaching Zack will be a nice heater. My favorite thing to do is stick my freezing cold hands on his neck or my freezing cold feet under his behind. He does not like this at all. Then I remind him I am touching him. ;)

4. He makes the homesickness bearable - Those of you close to me know that last year I experienced some extreme homesickness. So bad I almost dropped out of school. Now that Zack is here I am far less lonely and less homesick. He has added a nice sugar coating to a bland cookie - grad school in Kansas. Needless to say I am happy to have someone to come home to. And the hugs are an added bonus!

We haven't experienced much of the town. One because there isn't much of one. Two because our schedules are completely opposite. He works nights while I sleep. I work and go to class in the day while he sleeps. I study. He games. I read. He preps for the GRE. You get the idea.

I will leave it at that for now. Chao!

I lack any witty or zippy title name.

Well well now, this is starting to turn into the real thing. Blog #2! Hot damn! I will get the boring updates out of the way early. I’m fine. Alisha is fine. Work sucks. School sucks. The only joy either of has is when we are hunkered down in the apartment doing nothing together . It is outrageously hot, the bugs are abnormally huge, and we have been watching far too much 90s comedy sitcoms. And now, on to the more interesting and funny stuff.

Speaking of work though, I would like to, ever so briefly talk about it. Working in retail is in some aspects universal. There are some codes that can get paged in order to respond to different scenarios. They are all very serious. For example, a code brown is a shooting, a code red is a fire, etc.  It is worth mentioning that the color purple is not used in this scheme. To change the topic slightly, Manhattan is a college town and thusly 90% of the people have K-State garb. K-State happens to be just like Weber State in that they are both the Wildcats and both have the color purple. Now, going back to the fact that this is a college town, and the fact that I work in, for lack of a better term, a “grocery store,” there are frequently customers that are women and of college age. Now, with this information in hand, I shall go back to the color scheme for serious incidents. I was diligently working in my area when one of my co-workers came up to me and said, did you see the code purple? At first, this slightly distressed me. I thought some serious shit happened and I missed it. I said no.  Then, “What?” He then smiled a little bit, and said, “You know, the two code purples that just walked by.” It slowly dawned on me as I saw the two young ladies walking by. Ah yes, a code purple! Well then, in that case, “Yes, as a matter of fact I did see those code purples. There have been quite a few of them in here tonight.” The other guy smiles and says, “ya, that happens a lot here.” My reply was simple and sweet, “Awesome!” That was my induction into code purple. Needless to say, Alisha did not find this story very amusing. ;)

This brings me to my theory on relationships and the viewing of the opposite sex. While dating, the world is a petting zoo. When you are in a serious relationship, or married, the world is a zoo. Allow for some explanation.  While dating, you can look and touch, much like a petting zoo. But while in a committed relationship, there is only looking, much like the Zoo. For a while now I have found that I am ok with the Zoo lifestyle. Precious moments :)

However, Alisha’s feminist personality perplexes me sometimes. For example, before we left for Kansas, we were doing the mundane and monotonous  arranging of stuff for the move. So there I am, navigating this mammoth coffee table into the back seat of her car while she is kinda sitting there and staring at me.  So while I using my Herculean strength to put this table in there, I calmingly ask in a half annoyed voice, “are you gonna help me or stand there?” Her response was half feminist rhetoric and half laziness, “No, I think I’ll leave that to the men.” BLAH! What is this nonsense!?!?!? This aggravates me further and prompted me to say, “well if it’s the man’s job to do the heavy lifting then why don’t you do the woman’s job and get in the kitchen and make me a sandwich.” HAHAHAHAHA. I should of won this argument. I turned her sexist comment back on her. Take that! But as I am sure, you all know what happened, Alisha got annoyed and left. =/  But not before she yelled at me a little bit. On a side note, my dad thought this story was hilarious, until Alisha came walking in and then abruptly stopped laughing and said,  “that was very wrong Zack.” Well now, I see how it is. I should be a feminist too.

Now, On to a completely separate and unrelated note. I don’t know how many of you peruse the RAGE COMICS on MEMEBASE at FAILBLOG.ORG, but I suggest that all of you do. There are some hella funny comics on there. This one is a small little nugget that is Alisha Massen to the letter.

Well, that is all for now. Laters



PS. The update was not approved by Alisha. Nor did Alisha proofread it.