Eye M an a-mazing text-r! :)

Many times I am told by the elderly that I could never know the challenges of their day. They tell me stories of churning their own butter, of walking up hill to school, and something about farming. They tell me I could never accomplish such mighty tasks. Well tonight I performed a task the likes of which none of my grandparents could do! Tonight I talked with three people while watching a movie, playing a game and doing some dish washing to make it really crazy. Now I challenge the general population of 80 and older to match my abilities there.

My sister Carlee once sent like 10,000 texts in one month. Ridiculous. I could never do that, but I did send like a total of 20, I think. In my life I don't regularly text people, usually I just call them. This weekend, though, I decided to try and keep in touch the new fashioned way. So as my wife and I settled in with some scones to watch Spider Man 3, I sent out a text to several of my friends. The text said, " I need to have a conversation via text and I choose you...peek a choo." Within minutes I began getting responses. The first response came from my friend Smith, who said, "What the? You're kinda messed up." Smith never seems to fully understand what is going on, so I told him it was for school and called him a goob. He replied saying "Oh. Well if you weren't so stingy with your bananas Micheal..." It was weird.

My next reply was from my brother Miles who said, "K so what are u doing tomorrow?"
" I have school tell noon. What are you doing tomorrow?"
" Well I pretty much have sucky school"
"Do you work at the Marketplace?" The marketplace is a grocery store in Bountiful, it is actually called Dick's but times are a changing and I now call it the Marketplace.
"yep 7 to 11", Miles said.
"Hmmm, well the writers strike is pretty much over"
"really?"
"Yep, soon you will be able to watch the Office again. Oh also they might make an Arrested Development movie"
"really sweet!"
"What is the family doing tonight (at) home", I said. Mind you during this time, I was washing the dishes from dinner, which made my hands wet, which in turn made for lengthy turnaround times for replies.
"Watching a movie"
"what movie?"
"Evan Almighty"
"awesome, well I think I have enough that we can stop this forced conversation!"
"yeah it has been akward"

So within just a moments time, I was able to learn so much pointless information about my brother. I received several other responses but will not be posting them because of time. I will say this though, one thing I learned about texting that irritates me is that every time I type the word "at" it would populate with 28. This is because one time I asked my brother if he wanted to watch 28 days later and now the stupid phone thinks I am always asking questions about the number 28. It doesn't matter how many times I change it to "at" it always puts 28 first. So I now ask you, dear reader, when was the last time you accidentally said 28 instead of "at"?

A Superbowl Observation...

The date is Sunday Feb 3. Superbowl Sunday. Two days earlier I got incredibly ill and have been waiting for the flu to subside before doing my observation. Needless to say we are within a couple of hours of the due time and I have not even observed anyone yet. So all drugged up, I went to my parents house to observe my two brothers, while they watched the superbowl together. This is their story.

My victims (ahem) or subjects is Miles who is 16. He has longer shaggy hair, is bone thin, and is shorter in size. And with him is Jordan, who is 14, he has a short buzz cut, and is bigger then miles even though he is younger. They both enter the room at the same time and turn the TV on to the superbowl. They both lay there for a minute and then Miles calls out to my sister's dog, “Tommy come here". Jordan, on the other side of the bed, says "Mr. Tommy come here." Miles looks at Jordan and says “Pretty sure, Tommy does not want to see you" Jordan then tells him to "shut up" Miles then says "Pretty sure you stink." Jordan then says to Miles "Pretty sure can shut up"

They both sit quite for a minute and then Miles says “who did you pick for the superbowl winner?" Jordan sits quietly and then replies "Giants." Miles rolls over so he is not facing Jordan and says "well the Giants are going to lose." Jordan says "Shut up." At that moment the dog stands up and runs out of the room. Miles rolls over looks at Jordan and says "Tommy ran away from you, just like Chelsea did." Miles then starts to laugh. Jordan then tells Miles to “shut up.” Jordan sits up and slugs Miles. Jordan slugs Miles twice and says "I am going to rub my feet all over you." Jordan then begins to rub his feet all over Miles. Miles yells "Stttttoooop." Jordan stops, removes his feet, and then there is silence.

Miles looks up and calls to the dog again "Tommy come here." Jordan then says, "Miles did you go for the Patriots?" Miles replies "yes, do you know who the halftime show is?" Jordan replies "yeah, it is...something, something and heartbreakers...or the heartbreak kid...or something" While Jordan is saying this his feet move over and hit Miles in the back. Miles then yells, "Jordan, if you touch me with your feet again I am going to break your toe." They begin slugging each other and mumbling stuff you can't hear. The slugging stops, and Miles says, "I don't want to watch this. Let's watch Nickelodeon" Miles begins to change the channel. Jordan yells "Don't!" He continues to rub his feet all over Mile's arm. Jordan stops and leans forward looking closely at Miles’ arm. "Whoa your arm is red now", Jordan says, "Sorry your arm is red". Miles does not seem to notice the statement and changes the channel to Nickelodeon. He then laughs "Ha, Zoey 101." Jordan starts rubbing his feet all over Miles again and yells "Change it back" Miles slugs Jordan and says "fine we'll watch your game" There is silence for a moment as Miles changes back the channel.

On TV the Fox NFL robot comes on and starts dancing. Miles says, "I hate that robot, he is so shiny and stupid". Jordan rolls over and grabs his stomach with his hands and then says "My tummy wummy hurts from my gummy wummy". Miles stares at him for a moment and then says, "Well I am leaving to watch something else." They both stop and stare at the TV and watch has a commercial comes on. The commercial is a man dressed up like a giant rat attacking some other guy for his Doritos. When the commercial ends they both start to laugh and then Miles sits up and leaves the room.