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Laralee just had some eggs for breakfast, and they apparently weren’t “sitting well” with her, so she walked into my office eating a huge brownie. I asked about it, and she said:

My wife, who’s into organic free-range non-GMO non-pesticide low-fat low-carb healthy foods, just said that. It seemed blog-worthy.

Tomorrow evening is ultimate league, and NOAA doesn’t have good news for us:

I can’t think of many sports that are so heavily affected by wind… I guess competitive kite-flying depends on a good stiff breeze, but otherwise, wind just isn’t good. It should make for interesting games. I expect the scores to be things like 1-2.

Zaque’s hair is unlike anyone else’s in the family– it has a lot of body, and when he just lets it grow unfettered, it turns into a curly mass on the top of his head. The other day he admitted that it might be getting a little long.

Yeah, almost 2 inches… and that’s with it sort of matted down.

I offered to cut it for him, but he decided Mom would be best. So Laralee took the trimmers and shaved off at least an inch all around. The result actually looks pretty similar, but trust me when I say it’s half the hair he used to have:

The next day, it was funny to hear several of the girls in my seminary class commenting about how they liked his “new hairstyle”. Of course there was nothing new about it– it was just shorter. He pretends not to care about the opinions of the girls, but come on, he’s a sixteen-year-old boy…

It’s fun to see people commenting about all the good things Kyra is doing on her mission…

What an awesome girl. This must be one of those “proud dad” moments…

On Saturday I was doing some demolition work in a friend’s basement, banging away at some carpet tack strips, and a little piece of the tack strip (or something) shot up and hit me in the eyeball. It didn’t hurt, but it left a nice bloody mark on my left eye. This is a day later, when it was already looking better:

… And that’s why we wear eye protection, kids.

Yesterday I went to my usual game of lunchtime pickup ultimate, but remained on the sidelines due to a neck injury that I didn’t want to aggravate. I brought my camera, along with a telephoto lens, and had some fun taking pictures of the action.

I’m a fan of much of what Yoda says. From The Last Jedi comes another good one:

Ahh, spring break is upon us! It was nice last night to be able to turn off my daily alarm…

I get a week of sleeping in (luxury!) before going back to my regular schedule. Party!

Last night I made some muffins at home, and this morning I brought them to the office. I mentioned it on Slack, our internal chat tool:

Well played, Ben, well played.

(The full story is that I have a young woman in my seminary class who’s allergic to enriched flour, so I buy a muffin mix that doesn’t contain it, and bake a few muffins for her whenever we have food in class. She requested chocolate chips, and even when I said it was a blueberry mix and that would be weird, she insisted it was good stuff. So I made them, brought them to class, and… she didn’t show up. Hence, the office.)

Back at UMR, the annual St. Patrick’s Day festivities were always advertised as “The Best Ever”. I guess every year was an improvement over the last, for almost ninety years in a row. I have some great stories about the shillelaghs, Follies, duty rounds, and of course Alice. Yesterday was a nice day, so Laralee and I headed out for a walk and I grabbed my “green”:

Funny that I still have my collection of sweatshirts (eight years’ worth) and can wear them twenty years later…