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| or I am doing the world a favor. I can't decide which.
There was nothing I could do to help Jason's eyes so I had to give him a transplant. Can anyone guess who's eyes those are? I will photoshop the face of anyone who guesses right. | | |
| I found this on mydadisafob.com. I'm going to use this on my kids.
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"Dad once e-mailed me a “guideline” or set of criteria that he and Mom created to help me measure against a potential boyfriend.
'This is my current thinking, it is not cast in stone. The points system is the guidelines. It might change a little, but not that much.
1) Christian 50 points
2) Same or similar family background in term of social, economic and educational 5 points each
3) Health 10 points
4) Education 5 points for PhD Professional, 3 points for Master, 1 point for BA
5) Personality 10 points
6) 10 points parent’s discretion
Our Passing grade is 85 points, out of 100 points.'
85 of 100 is a passing grade? That’s pretty generous, considering that 10 years ago in high school, 95% was “barely an A”."
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We scored Jerry to see if he passed- he got an 84.
If only "Parent's discretion" was 15 points, he would have passed with flying colors. My dad's eyes sparkle a little when he sees Jerry.
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| It's been a long time, old xanga friend. I haven't forgotten about you. Actually, I did, on and off, for a few months, and then completely forgot about you for a couple more months, then jirat reminded me of you. That's why I'm back.
For my first entry back, I will talk about Mormon Underwear.
First, here is a picture of Mormon Underwear, also called Temple Garment. I prefer calling it Mormon Underwear for it is ten times more exciting to call it that.
FACT: "There are 5.7 million LDS members in the U.S., 3 million in South America, 1 million in Mexico, 448 thousand in Europe, 404 thousand in the South Pacific, and 172 thousand in Canada." Translation, there is a whole friggin gaggle of Mormons in the world.
FACT: If you google image "Mormon Underwear" there is only ONE real unphotoshopped photograph of mormon underwear. One. And it is the image shown above.
I find this strange. One picture, in all the deep chasms of cyberspace with 12.5 million mormons milling about. Why are they so secretive about their underwear? What are they trying to hide besides their thighs?
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| If I spare you all the gory details of my family life, this entry might not make sense. In any case, I'll write it because this is the first time in months that I've felt like writing. Gold star for me!
During dinner, my dad gave me marriage and fidelity advice. My mom, sitting across from him with her head cocked, laughed at him for making an example of their marriage. She also said that if either one of them was incapacitated, she would want my dad to be her caretaker and would want to care for my dad. It's funny how my parents still admit to being thoroughly tied together, and at the same time admit to being completely single. In America anyway. I don't doubt that they will probably die together in the same house, old age making all the doings and goings of young 50 year olds irrelevant. It makes me think that marriage is a bond tenacious and fearsome to behold. Even when they are not technically married.
what else?
Oh. Bali, and the forgotten Bali-Bod competition. Oops, I really let the momentum go out of that one, especially inspired by the momentum of Jerry's working out. This will have to wait though, because it will be utterly ineffectual without the pictures.
One image I will post. It is possibly the greatest accomplishment of my adult life.
This, my friends, is my masterpiece. It took many months of planning: talking Jirat and Jerry into doing the competition in the first place, using Jirat's camera to take body pictures of them, sneaking the vital nipple shot, knowing that Jirat would print the images, talking our church friends into coming to Bali with us, making sure three men are scantily clad and comfortable, then capturing this wondrous moment. Notice the perfect composition.
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