The Flood of the Century!

So many of you have probably heard about the flooding problems here in Utah. This has absolutely nothing to do with that. There I was working at Timpview High School, talking to Mrs. Smith, who I work for. She was sitting in her office working and I was at the door. All of a sudden a spray of water comes from one of the fire sprinklers and starts soaking the office. We freak out.

Not only was this water, but it also had oil mixed in with it. They use it to treat the pipes or something, and this resulted in black water. It started leaking out of the office into the classroom and in a few minutes the classroom was flooded. We went to work with a couple of other teachers to try to control it. The water was on for about 20 minutes and it filled the classroom with about two inches of water. With squeegies in tow we went to work trying to guide the water into the hall and out the door. That took a little while and the smell was crazy.


Pretty much everything in the office was ruined including the desktop computer. Things were soaked beyond belief, and then the ceiling tiles got soaked and started to fall into the office. I got to clean that up and got a good helping of asbestos. So finally after some time we started to get everything under control. Now everything seems to be alright. We finally got stuff cleaned up.

Yea!!

After some other internet trouble in our apartment, everything is back up again. I am now free to post. Good news for me: I got cast in a movie that I recently auditioned for. More details will come soon, but lets just say that I'm playing an L.A. gang member. I'll be going down to St. George, UT in September for the shoot. It should be really fun.

Git-R-Done!

Here I am with Larry the Cable Guy, right before his show at the E center in Salt Lake. He was a pretty nice guy. I'd like to thank P.J. Walsh for the hookup. He's the comedian who opens for Larry. He does shows in Utah all the time. He'll be at Wiseguys Comedy Club in June.

Funny things I've said to my wife

Believe it or not, these are actual things I've said to my wife.

"I hope our kids get your work ethic and my intelligence."

"You don't have the body of a ballet dancer. Your hips are too big."

I still get it for the last one.

Internet at Home

Well, I got my internet connection back.

Especially for Mormons: Check out my post at ProvoPulse.com.

Concerning no internet, and The Sandlot 2

Oh, how I hate not having internet access at my home. What makes it really bad is that since I work at a high school and get most of my internet access through there I can't even post on my blog. For some reason, the high school's anti-naughty-stuff software blocks my blog provider. Insane!

So now I have to come up to BYU to get online. Hopefully soon we will have the problem at home remedied.

I wanted to dedicate this post to the memory of probably the greatest summer themed movie ever: The Sandlot. "You're killing me, Smalls!" How many times have you heard that exclamation. I for one loved the movie. The reason I am posting this "in memory" of The Sandlot is because whoever the powers-that-be are decided to whore out the name and make a sequel. No! And this isn't even a let's-see-if-we-can-get-some-money-in-theaters sequel, this is a straight-to-DVD-because-we-aren't-going-to-kid-ourselves-and-we-know-that-it-sucks sequel (i.e. every Aladdin sequel).

I can't believe they would do this. And you know who I blame for this? Freakin, James Earl Jones. You know that to do one of these straight-to-DVD-because-we-aren't-going-to-kid-ourselves-and-we-know-that-it-sucks sequels, they have to have at least one of the original actors from the first movie. So the only one who would either A. Make sense and B. Do it in the first place was James Earl Jones. If he wouldn't have signed on to this it never would have happened.

YOU'RE KILLING ME JAMES! You're freaking Darth Vader for crying out loud! I know you haven't been in many movies lately but c'mon, give us a break! I'm sure that any fan of the original movie will feel the same way. Who knows though? Maybe in this movie the priceless piece of baseball memorabilia is going to be the needle that Jose Canseco supposedly stuck into Mark McGwire's butt. That would be pretty interesting.