It's hot, and I have no AC.

Last week:
Camping
New Job, Water Reclamation
Wake boarding
Peruvian dance practice
Lots of Driving.

The Funny pic is just to make this post less lame.

Clothes

Today my wife got mad at me. This isn’t terribly uncommon, or surprising. I am juvenile and impossible most of the time. But, today she was mad at something that surprised me. Apparently, I am too practical. She told me that I dress like a bum, and that sometimes I am an embarrassing eyesore. Of course she didn’t put it like that, that is something I’d say, but that was the gist of it. I was disturbed at this thought, then determined to argue. Unfortunately, she is right. Politicchic will no doubt whole heartedly back this up. I was in denial for a while, but when we got back to our house, we went through all of my clothes and I have to admit, I’m a poorly dressed hobo. My two newest t-shirts Malu brought to me from Peru. Before that, two shirts that my sister sent to me on my mission. Oh, and one “Lucky to by Irish” shirt my brother gave me for Christmas. I’m not Irish. Where did all my clothes come from? Gifts, plays, yard sales, DI, and just random free ones. I have not bought a new shirt since the Oscar the Grouch and Slacker t-shirts that I bought when I was 14 or 15. I got some shorts from that time period as well. I bought a pair of pants at Mervyns (SP?) when it went under because they were cheap. My sister bought me a pair just because she felt as my wife does. Got a pair for Christmas from my mother. Tis a sad state. As I was explaining to Malu how I had aquired all of my clothes, and hats, I realized that I am a bum. I don’t care about clothes. I am happy not being naked, but I really don’t have a style, except scruffy. That’s a word for me. Scruffy. I have found clothes in apartments that I have moved into that I have kept because I like them. I have and use t-shirts that I got for being in plays when I was in 8th grade. Sad. I remember the Kenya Breweries t-shirt that my sister made me chuck because you could see through it. Also the Blue Nike t-shirt that was too big for me in seventh grade and finally met it’s demise after the mission looking like a holey muscle shirt. Or how about the green shants that were made of parachute nylon and finally ripped all the way up the backside? Or my tough green shants that I currently am wearing as I write this, though the fade and worn areas render them mostly tan? I get attached to my clothes and I’m cheap, that’s all I can say. Sorry. I really am. It’s just a tribute to my not really being concerned about other people’s perceptions. But alas, there is a person who’s perceptions I cannot ignore, and therefore: the light blue Nike hat, the Pink Floyd baseball T, the Oscar t-shirt, all the flannel, the Duchesne Eagle muscle shirt, the Music Man, the long sleeved red shirt, the slip on black shoes, the gray hat, the Old School Denver Broncos t-shirt, the green and white baseball T and other articles are all being discarded. Some will find their way to DI, some will become rags to clean with, and some will be tossed outright. This was sad for me. I thought Malu was going to have a seizure she was so pleased when she tossed my light blue Nike hat (One of the only 2 fitted hats I have ever bought in my life- the other one Steven stole). I loved that hat. It went golfing with me more than I can recall, and to concerts, and to Peru. Oh well. Maybe now I can become better dressed and more presentable. Maybe one day I will be a snappy dresser like unto, dare I say it, BEN JENSEN? I doubt it. In the last ten years, I have probably spent less than $250 for clothes. Not even Mason Jennings can make me feel better about losing some of my favorite clothes, who I am currently listening to. Next time I will talk of happier things, such as Peruvian dancing and the antics therein. But for now, I’m spilling out some of a proverbial 40 on the ground for my homies that didn’t make it.