Blog Resolution and The Beefmaster

So it's about time I posted something new on this page. Andrea has been working hard on her final papers and studying for final exams; it seems the least I can do is keep family and friends updated on what we've been doing deep in the heart of Texas.

I'm still not quite sure what this blog should look like. I suppose we can style it as a community update format, but Andrea has also encouraged me to record "stories" for posterity so that someday down the line I can pass them along to the next generation of Ahos. I like to think of myself as a storyteller of sorts and certainly draw from a genepool of people who can spin a yarn (nod to Grandpa Glenn, Dad, Ted, and Juanita). I'm hopeful y'all will get some enjoyment out of these tales while I'm at it.

As I continue to flesh out the details of how this will read, understand my strategy is a lot like what I encouraged Andrea to do on her final paper: "Just write crap down." As a result, you may get a lot of posts like this one that have no redeeming entertainment value and only give sparse insight as to what's happening in our lives. At any rate, I'm resolving to give this blog a better effort. With that, I leave you with an anecdote...

Yesterday, Andrea and I went to Kroger (local grocery store) in search of dinner inspiration and came back with two peppermint mochas. Not the most well-rounded meal we've ever done, but we weren't the least healthy shoppers of the evening. As we walked past the frozen foods aisle we came upon a gentleman pushing a cart filled with (and this is an estimate) twenty four packages of ground beef. Immediately as we were past the man with the meat Andrea shot a glance over to me and I couldn't help but smirk. This smirk turned into contagious giggles and eventually full-out snorting laughter by the time we reached the bakery.

Now, in all likelihood, this gentleman was probably buying food for a community fundraiser or he had to feed the football team before their last game. Surely, no reasonable individual would buy twenty four pounds of ground beef just to indulge himself. But in passing this fellow, who was substantial in size, and his cart stacked with packages of hamburger, we both conjured an image of him plowing into the butchery (real word? I'll try it), elbowing shoppers out of the way, and bellowing, "Gimme that meat! That's my meat!" It's as if no one told him Black Friday was last week and did not apply to grocery stores.

Suffice to say, we did not purchase hamburger that night. Probably because it was all gone! (Ha ha! *snort*) Thank you "Beefmaster." - Evan