Just another Nick in the park

Here I am again. It's been a long time since I've blogged, mostly because I usually figure that Nick's got things covered with the blogging whatever. However, today was an adventure at my expense and I feel that I need to express to our fine audience how I was taken advantage of in my obviously immobile state.
Today started out great. Nick made me microwave blueberry pancakes which surprisingly weren't as disgusting as I had previously judged. We cleaned the house for our potential apartment buyers to admire, and I finished season 5 of Gilmore Girls. At about 2 or 3 we noticed how beautiful it was outside and, of course, we decided to take a stroll. We walked all over the park and up to my old house to pick up my mail. On the way home we found an abandoned shopping cart. Anyone who knows anything knows that I love being pushed in shopping carts. I climbed in and Nick started pushing me. I guess he was feeling antsy or bored or whatever so he started running. We turned the corner onto our street, and he started running a little faster. By this time he had been running for maybe 10 minutes. I was fully confident that Nick was going to keep me safe, because that's just the type of relationship I thought we had. Well, because he thought it would be so hilarious to scare me, he shoved the cart really hard and let go as he was running. His genius plan was to sprint up and catch the handle of the cart right before it veered into the curb. Unfortunately, he has no kick whatsoever and couldn't catch up to me. I, in my trusting state, fully expected him to catch me at any second, but little did I know how apathetic he was with his wife's safety and well-being. Long story short- I slammed head-on into the curb going at a relatively fast speed. You know in the movies when some kid hits something with his bike and flies through the air in a superman position over the handle bars? Well, that's exactly what happened. My shoes flew into the air as well as all the contents in my purse, my sunglasses and my pride. I landed on hands and knees on the grass with leaves and sticks that ended up all over me. In all actuality, I thought it was pretty funny. I laughed hysterically for a while and so did Nick. Oh, and of course, he had to take a picture before he would help me up. That's just the type of guy he is.

And now a tribute to Hannah!

Giggle, Farts

So, lately Miguel and I have been socializing. Now that we're married we usually only hang out with other couples. Its kind of weird. When I wasn't married I usually only hung out with single people. Went to a single's ward and had single experiences. Now, that I'm a married man I hardly do anything by myself. I go to a family ward, I have family home evening, we eat with family and the usual things that people do. But, sometimes things that should be only to the single person will happen where you get to share something that single experience together with all your senses. In this case mainly the sense of smell. You see Miguel tells me that her genetics are so that she has a "weak stomach". So, I've learned that a weak stomach will sometimes make something that is very strong and can clear a room of any hope of comfort. As witnessed by little Maddy-

So, I know from further analysis that my calculations have been vindicated by children that have also shared my experience in their young age. Such an innocence lost and thrown literally to the wind. Innocence scene here by little Carter-

Giggles galore. But, did you listen carefully? Miguel said something amidst the laughing that might be something to remember when getting married. You won't always get a warning. Anyway, just remember this statistic everyone farts like 12 times a day and unless you are pretty close with them, you'll never know. But, once you get married that will be an eye opening and nose closing experience. And its kind of funny.