I'm Not Mad, I'm Just Disappointed.

Overnight, this became my new favorite website:

www.artofmanliness.com

It's like having a second dad... one that looks a lot like Tom Selleck.

"...Squints went on to marry Wendy Peffercorn."



I haven't been beaten up since junior high. Figured I was due.

The Hardest Part About Rollerblading....

Ok kids, here's the tentative plan for the Wygant World Tour 2009ish:

Depart Rehoboth Beach Delaware September 9 at approximately 10am.

Return to Rehoboth Beach Delaware at approximatly 11am because Chandler forgot something.

Baltimore

Franklin, PA

Hudson, OH

Cincinnati, OH

Toledo, OH

Chicago

Denver

Boulder/Fort Collins, CO

Salt Lake City/Park City

The Middle of Freakin' Nowhere Idaho

Portland

Crescent City, CA (Redwood Natl' Park)

San Francisco

Yosemite

Flagstaff, AZ (Lost Canyon)

Atlanta

Asheville, NC

Fredericksburg, VA

Franklin, PA on October 9th.

If you'd like to add a destination, a couch, a campground, a tourist attraction, or the world's largest ball of twine, please comment.


Jammin':
"Snowbirds and Townies", by Hit the Lights

Readin':
"Choke", by Chuck Palahniuk

Watchin':
Bite Me with Dr. Mike

Arts and Crafts... F

As of late, my preferred workspace has taken the form of a particularly inviting patch of floor just in front of my love seat, facing the tv, and adjacent to the large window in my living room. My little nook of productivity has become encircled by a perimeter of popcorn bags, camp forms, computer cables, cd's, and, for some reason, baseball cards. I am the ruler of this 6x6 patch of berber carpet, the master of my domain, the king of my castle.

As glorious as it may seem to have a cubicle that all but requires a dress code of underwear, five o'clock shadow, and ranch dressing stains, there are certain limitations. For instance, I have to hurdle a couch when nature calls (or screams, depending on how much Crystal Light I pound during Man vs. Wild). If I settle in for a 5 hour stretch or longer, the berber starts to feel like steel wool mixed with real wool and I get a nasty rash. And finally, with 19 channels of HBO and an assortment of smoked meats in the fridge, I don't get out much.

So, for the 947 of my facebook friends who I haven't spoken with lately, here's the latest in Wygant news:



Chandler is pregnant.







J.K. I think...

But seriously kids, the big news around the Wygant townhouse lately is that we're moving in September. Here are the specs:

Where: Colorado. Aspen, specifically.
When: September-ish. Chandler has to work through labor day weekend, then we're both unemployed.
Still working for Young Life: No, taking a breather. Getting involved in a church, then hopefully coming back with a vengeance in a year or two.
Can I come sleep on your floor: Assuming that we'll have a floor for you to sleep on, yes. We'd be pissed if you didn't visit us.
Is Chandler really pregnant: Probably not. I honestly think it's impossible after all the years of baseball, bike riding, and ball tags I've taken from the YL dudes over the years. I'm probably a mule.




Tasty New Jams:
"The Hazards of Love" by the Decemberists and "Reach For The Sun" by The Dangerous Summer

Hip Hop Gangster Shoutout To:
Rob Gerstenberger, financial guru.