Everyday is a Holiday

So in my endless quest to make the world a little more exciting and less serious, I have begun celebrating holidays. For example, Today is Name your car day... Which is depressing... O how I miss you, Adalia. And yes that is my cars name. A name fitting a mustang... Anyways, here's the link so you can join in on all the fun!

http://www.oshel.com/everyday.htm

So here's the plan loyal puddinwifers. We will make a new holiday that will rival Halloween! But can't decide which holiday to do. I was thinking one of the following though:

October 14th- Be Bald and Free day (We all shave our heads? But I kinda like my hair... And a bald cap is outta the question. We gotta be committed.)

October 29th- Hermit Day. (We go visit Hermits out in the mountains! We'll love it, they'll dread it. Maybe we can introduce them to each other and make them play board games?)

November 3rd- Sandwich and Housewife's Day. (I didn't make this one up! But I'd probably get in trouble for encouraging it... I just thought it was funny...)

November 11th- Air Day (I don't really know what we can do on this one... If it was something like Air Conservation Day maybe we could just not breathe very much all day? But its not.)

November 30th- Stay at home because you're well day (Fantastic! Need I say more?! Clear leader so far. Of course I'm pretty sure this is called something else... What was it? O right Labor Day... Except one thing. The people who celebrate this actually work... that's a problem)

December 20th- Games Day (You have to play games all day. And I mean it. Wake up at midnight and I expect 24 straight hours of games. ie Video games, board games, fun games... etc)

So those are some rough ideas. Just drop a comment or something on which holiday and what we will do and I will decide who wins the contest and send them something special... maybe....

Flying Cockroaches

I have to start off this entry by admitting that I did not write this blog entry; however, it was the most influential entry ever for me. I laughed so hard. And so puddinwife became puddinwife. It is an entry by a band named Thrice and influenced the way I write on here. Please enjoy:

Ok um... yeah.... I uh couldn't find it... But you can imagine how incredibly awesome it must be right?! I mean to influence puddinwife! You have to either be awesome or at least the pope. I learned to fear cockroaches from it! Especeally when they can freaking fly! RIDICULOUS! Well maybe I can distract you from this most recent disappointment with a video? Another animation I've drawn. Enjoy:



O and no cockroaches are allowed here... None... Ever.

The Frog

So when D-bone and I left to Utah he found this random plastic frog in his sister's old house (probably containing swine flu) and decided it would be a good idea to bring it to college. I was somewhat against the idea at first but I must say its grown on me.

Earlier last week I was going to bed and as I was crawling in, thinking about beautiful women, I noticed an uninvited guest in my bed. I was ticked! There was that stupid frog. D-bone lost the stupid point... D-bone -1. So in my fury I set the frog back into D-bone's bed. Sure enough when he got in, there was the plastic frog. Point, Nick. So the next morning we began the true use of the frog, annoying our roommates. When Canadia left, D-bone snuck into his room and put the frog under his pillow. D-bone back to 0. The frog even returned to my hands the next day! So I entered the room of the tall one and noticed two pillows. This presented a small problem... But I decided I would put it in between his pillow.

Now this is the best story so far. The Tall One and LeBron James are roommates and LeBron bought himself a nerf gun. Late that night The Tall One returned home he walked in quietly trying not to wake LeBron before he knew what was happening nerf bullets were flying like bees with rabies at him. When the beating stopped (and yes, nerf bullets can provide a beating... Don't question me!) The Tall One collapsed onto his bed only to slam into a plastic frog. Nick - 2. Whahaha.

Sure enough, the frog returned to me once again. I guess everyone assumes when they put it on the kitchen table they are safe from the plague... WRONG! I'm not even sure who I got this time... But I aimed for Lebron. Its in his backpack as far as I know... We'll see soon... Nick - 3

As for this... I don't really know what to say. It came up on google images when I typed in frog. I don't get the connection... But I thought you all would appreciate it... Although it looks kinda gross like this... The ones on the left look like they have anthrax... enough said

Animation

Hey you guys. I thought this might be fun. I'm studying animation at BYU right now and thought I'd put some up. Granted they aren't any good, but at least they're fun right?!

That one was one I did as a group with some kids. You know it was just as an experiment to see how everything worked as far as animating goes. Just kinda a first test. The one below was because we got a lil bored and we had finished early.

And now finally I present the true slaving over a hot stove (or at least a light table which became hot cuz it was on forever while i drew 86 pages on it....) I call it: Somewhere over the Rainbow... EXTREME!

So there you go!

Returning from the dead...

Hey you guys... Sorry its been such a rough time to be an avid puddingwife fan. Its been tough for us too. Times are just not as bright as they used to be. For this reason I have changed the background color of the entire website to black to represent the loss the the one speck of light in this world for quite some time. That light is of course this blog. I vow, as Co-creator of the almighty and powerful blog, PUDDINGWIFE, that I shall write upon ye weekly through at least this current semester.

Now this may not be the most entertaining entry I have written and for this I apologize; however I promise to return to normal posts from this point on. So if you are truly one of our fans who reads this still without my encouragement (and I know who you are) then expect your own complimentary box of official Puddingwife dental floss.

As for things I should warn you about from this point forward. I regret to inform you that either Jordan has died and/or his desire to continue to write upon this blog has disappeared. In either case I would not be expecting many more posts from him. Please join me in a breif moment of silence as we honor our fallen comrad................................................Thank you.

So here we go my friends. It is time for this blog to take its rightful place in the world. At the very top of the non-research blog standings. It is up to you to create a world where Puddingwife is a household name.

Until that day my friends, I say goodnight. I will write again very soon.

The Emergency Room

As many of you already know I'm sure, I spent this Saturday in the ER. I just thought I'd explain the story here so that I can avoid telling it any more times. Here we go:

The date : July 18th

So last Saturday some of my extended family was in town so we went on a traditional bike ride from Vail pass down through Copper and into Frisco. So with some effort I managed to convince Cheltsea to come along and join our bike ride. So began our trek. My brother Jay and my French exchange student Adde were in front on the Tandem (incredibly fast for some reason) followed by Cheltsea, then me, then my Parents and Cousins. Most of the bike ride was pretty uneventful. Just a bunch of people in a group desperately clinging onto a metal rod that steers two wheels that are the only things separating them from certain demise. Same old, same old, I know.

Finally approaching Frisco, there is a dirt bike trail off to the side of the road that I have ridden on since I was like 5. There are a bunch of little jumps that are pretty small but still big enough to get your bike off the ground for like a third of a second. But last year they built these jumps up. Now they are about 2 or 3 feet high. A joke if this was skiing, but biking... that's about all I'm willing to take on. So all is well and Jay and I are jumping and having a good time. Then my family starts to leave and I realize Cheltsea hasn't hit any jumps! Somehow I'm able to convince her to stay and do some more jumps with me. This is about when I have my great idea.

The biggest jump we're willing to go on is a decent size that you bike on the path, then down a short hill and off it. I wanted to hold the record for the most air so I decide to come at it like a police dog after Michael Vick and get tons of speed before the hill. And I mean tons of speed, like more than I've ever had even at the bottom of this hill before. So when I go down the hill it suddenly dawns on me, 'Holy Crap, I'm going really fast.' So this is where I made my mistake, I should've just gone for it but instead I focus way too much on the speed and try desperately to slow down and begin to lean too far forward. I went off the jump and my handlebars took a nose dive and flipped.

From here I'm going to have to go off of what Cheltsea said happened because I only remember about 2 minutes after the fall and then it goes totally blank. So here goes:

My head hit first followed by my left shoulder (which took the majority of the impact) and then the rest of my body. I remember laying there but not being able to open my eyes. I then hear Cheltsea run up and ask me if I'm ok, to which, being a man, I say "Yeah I'm fine" even though I know I'm not. I ask her to help me get up so we can walk back to Frisco when I suddenly realize I have no clue how to get there. I can't even move my own bike so she has to for me. Then the next thing I'm aware of is sitting on what appears to be a bus stop bench with Cheltsea next to me. So I'm still a little out of it and can't remember much and she tells me she's moving in two weeks. I had no idea! I looked at her like she was sniffing paint or something but for some reason the thought of her moving felt true. So I let it slide and my parents pulled up.

I was a parents nightmare right then. I was covered in dirt, clueless to most of what was going on around me, extremely pale, and could hardly move my arm because it hurt like crazy. So we drive to the Frisco ER, which I'm actually still not sure how we even found and I'm waiting for a doctor to tell me how bad I was messed up and my manager calls me. He lost his contract with the Old Spaghetti Factory, so in essence, I lost my job too. Perfect, this day is awesome so far. That's just the kind of call you hope to receive in the emergency room. I couldn't believe how bad a good day could become in just an hour or two!

After reviewing the X-rays and such, the final diagnosis was a level two separated shoulder and a mild concussion. That meant that I have to wear this stupid sling for 4-6 weeks but just barely avoided separating it bad enough to call for surgery. This is a picture of my shoulder and back from above, that'll just kinda give you an idea of the color that I was that night.

RIP

I Lost one of my good friends the other day, his name was Billy Mays. He was my favorite guy on tv. anything he told me to buy I wanted, when I was little i forced my mom to buy me oxyclean just because billy mays told me too.