Chapter 3 would be "Shimmy"

1.  First Dodger game of the season.  Woot!  It was good to be back.  And good to be out for under the miserable greedy thumb of Frank McCourt.  Welcome Magic Johnson, et al!  Plus, we won and there were fireworks and the predicted rain never came.  My face was exploding with happiness by the end of the night. And, as always, we got on the jumbo-tron.  My first book should be on the art of getting on the jumbo-tron.  Chapter 1:  Know your cameras.  Chapter 2:  Dance like a lunatic.

2.  At a meeting on Saturday night where several members of the world church leadership were present they opened things up for questions from the congregation.  In my head I was shouting, "NOOOOOOO!!!!!  PLEASE NOOOOOOOOOO!!!!!!"  Because people ask the dumbest questions.  Oh, they're so dumb.  Oh, why??!  WHY!!!!???? And to prove that all of my fears were founded the very first question was, "Elder Snow, could you please tell me why we say, "I'm going to church" when the technical term for the building is the meetinghouse?"  Oh, for crying in the mud.

3. I watched my friend Teresa's baby twice this weekend and on both occasions I spend a large portion of my time there kissing on his face.  Because, ugh, those cheeks.

4.  I went to Cafe Rio for the second time in my life and I finally got why people go bananas for it.  The first time I was unimpressed.  But this time I wised up and got the pork salad and was convinced.  Plus, they have crushed ice AND cherry coke.  I don't actually like soda very much.  Coke in particular.  And don't get me started on diet coke.  Why don't you just dump a cup of sugar in a bottle of cough syrup?  But I have a soft spot in my heart for cherry coke.

5.  Remind me to never drink Cherry Coke again.  Because my body is not prepared for that kind of sugar and caffeine consumption.  So for about 5 hours after I had some my brain was all, "Buzz, buzzzz, buzz buzz buzz.  BUZZZZZZZ."

Fat-head

Great news...I am no longer dead. Let's have some fun.

Anyone who has been over to my house for laughs and hi-jinx knows that eventually at some point in the night, usually the point that is a few hours past my bedtime, I pull out the measuring tape and start measuring heads. It is darn funny. I do this because it's sort of a tradition in my family. The Knechts have enormous heads. In fact, I'm the shame of my family because I only come in at 22 inches, which, I would like to point out, is still too big to find hats that fit.

Because I'm in the mood for a good chuckle I've decided to hold a contest and all are invited to participate. Everyone grab a measuring tape and measure your head and then leave a comment with your size in inches. The people with the smallest and largest head will receive a prize of something funny made out of felt (just what you've always wanted) as well as our esteem and awe. Also, if you make it over 24 inches you get automatic membership into the Two-Foot Club. If I were a member I would make membership cards for you but I'm a little bitter so make your own.

Oh, and for a real laugh, why don't you send me a picture of you measuring your head at rachelknecht at gmail dot com. I'll post them when I announce the winners. Come on, it will be fun!