Extreme Blog Makeover

Right now I am at a crossroads with my blog. I finished my degree, and I am very proud to report that the final semester did not kill me. The issue that has arisen now is the fact that my blog needs a new identity. I am talking a full on makeover. This is where I need everyone's help. I am going to call it Extreme Blog Makeover.

For the next couple of days I would like to hear some suggestions. I know that everyone else already has a blog that they manage, but if you think about it this could be fun. Slowly but surely you will get to see the transformation of this blog.

First changes:

What can I name my blog?
What do people really hope to find in a blog?

Let's start there. Let the changes begin.

I'm Back

After a long hiatus I am back.

Our trip to the other side of the pond was amazing. Many of you follow(ed) Janelle's blog. She is a pretty good writer, and her stories were pretty accurate. It would have been so much fun to have everyone with us to really see first hand all of the wonderful sights, smells, sounds, and tastes we enjoyed. Well, maybe not so much the smells, but everything else was great.

Even though part of me wishes I were still there, I am truly glad to be home, and blogging again.

Here We Go!!

Last week Janelle quit her job. It was the last step to take before our big announcement.

WE ARE HEADED TO EUROPE!!!

These plans have been in the works for a long time. We have been very anxious to pack our bags and head out to another country.

We will be gone until August. For updates please check

janelleandlogan.blogspot.com

YouTube debut

In Portugal I served in a city called Villa Real. This was a college town and logically we ran into many students. My companion and I found an apartment with some of the coolest people in Portugal. The two main students were George and Joao and we became great friends.

Today a friend sent me a video that is a memoir of their studies. Don't ask me how he found it, but he did. If you don't want to watch the whole video you can just head to minute number two. Apparently we are part of their memories.

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=TPe7BTpfkjg

Three Years - No Returns, Refunds, or Exchanges

Many of you have been a part of our lives since the beginning. Five years ago I met Janelle, but we have only been married three. It is probably a good thing because if she would have married me too early she might not have wanted to stick around. It's way better that we took some time dating. Now she has no excuses and no surprises.

So here is to my sweet Janelle...

It has been three years. Short ones for me. I can't believe we are already into this three years. Maybe they were long for you. I hope not.

Let me remind you that the mail-in rebate was due 30 days after purchase. Any hope of getting the time or money back is long gone. I am no longer responsible for snoring, farting, burping, and in general being a normal guy.

I would also like to note that the exchange policy (trade in, buy back, newer model, etc.) expired last night at midnight. Quite frankly you are stuck with me. At times I probably got your pretty close to cashing in on one of those. I am so grateful you didn't. There is no where else I would want to go.

All joking aside. The three years have been wonderful. They truly have flown by. We both have been able to stay away from support groups and I feel like that is a good thing. We will see in another three years.

You are wonderful Janelle.

You are smokin' hot. (In a total 'appropriate for a blog' way)

Lawn Chairs

Hanging out with my dad is one of the things I enjoy most. We play racquetball together once a week, and even though it is good competition I always get the better of him. I may not win, but he doesn't get out of there without remembering all weekend who he was playing.

My dad and I have recently put into action a plan that we have talked about for at least eight years. We are building lawn chairs. Not just any old lawn chair, but beautiful Adirondack chairs made out of Baltic Birch. We have even started selling them.

Take a look, and if you or interested in one let me know.

Cherry Tree

There was one branch of the cherry tree that was the perfect height for me to grab. From there I could swing my legs up and hoist myself into the tree. It took a few years, but when I got the courage I remember the first time that I climbed high enough I could actually see the 7-Eleven on State Street. Not only was it a great climbing tree, but it gave us great cherries.

Unfortunately the tree has died and no longer bears the sweet fruit that we grew up enjoying. Fate would have it that the man living in the house is a good friend of mine that I know from my former place of employment. On Tuesday I was there helping him cut the tree down.




Cutting down such a large tree has been a difficult task, especially since the tree is fighting back. My own blood now stains the tree after it kicked the chainsaw I was using back at me and cut my hand. Good memories.