Donuts anyone???

So this Christmas I spent in the beautiful state of Colorado with my in-laws. Kristen and I drove to and from Denver from Houston straight through in one day. It was a great 14-15 hour trip.
While visiting Kristen's parents we had a great time hanging with the family. We had a wonderful Christmas with them and their traditions. While there we had a few experiences that eventually turn into classics. Previous classics is eating all the oreos at the family reunion, Mom's hiccups, digging trenches for Dad, Foos Ball and Twinkies.
This time around adds some more stories to the classic book. We were sitting one evening in the kitchen talking to Rachel and mom about driving. Mom was off cooking something delicious as always. Our conversation was directed to Rachel and her driving. It was extremely cold out in Denver with alot of snow on the ground. So we were talking about driving in snow and Rachel's experience with it.
So as we were talking I start messing with everyone's head by telling Rachel that we need to go out and experience "true" snow driving (donuts and drifting and stuff to that matter). So I start joking with Rachel that we should go out and do donuts. Mom obviously not paying attention says, "There are not any Donut Shops open at this hour!" We turn, take a look at her, then at each other, then busted out laughing!!! She was like what, there are not open. Then I told her that I was going to teach Rachel how to do donuts with the car!!! At that moment, she knew she was doomed again.
On couple of our last days we planned on going snowboarding. So we went to copper mountain and boarded. We started by going up the blue runs. Kristen and I wanted to go to the greens to learn our front edge. So we had to go over traverses to reach the greens. The only problem with traverses is that you have to have enough speed going down to go back up these traverses. Well, when you do not have a grasp for the front edge this is a difficult task!!!
Well on the first traverse this guy was teaching a girl what I was trying to learn. THE FRONT EDGE!!! So he told me to bend my knees and go, bending your knees helps you get a better feel of the front edge. So he went ahead and then I went. If he didn't go ahead, I would of thought he was gay!!!
I made my way down and about half way I caught my front edge. Then I try to correct myself but over did it but caught myself. When I caught myself I hit a patch of ice and went straight up in the air, my feet that is, with a few explicits and fell straight on my butt. After other falls I get up right away and try again. Oh no, no, no, there is no getting up after falling on ice and feeling like 200 lb. linebacker just slammed you in the ground. That's pretty specific, uh, yeah, cause I was the quarterback for my high school freshman team. Thats what I experienced and felt after THE FALL.
Now after 10 min. on the ground I got up in agony and tried it again. Well, I met my battles again with another traverse. And again I lost the battle!!! This time it was confirmed. My butt hurts and there is no way of me taking on a traverse, front edge or snowboarding for the rest of the trip. Only bad thing is, I still had half the hill to get down. So lets say what would normally be a 15 min. trip down the hill turned to 2 hours. About a quarter of it I slid down on my side holding my board up to go and stopping with the board down. Now if you have never slid down the hill on your butt before, its a lot of fun, that's if your butt did killed!!!
You know the whole boarding trip wouldn't be bad if I was flying home that week. Noooo, I drove to Colorado. I almost bought a Donut to sit on. Oh well the price you pay for family. All in all excellent trip!!!

Graduation (Hell Froze Over)

So after 9 years since graduating high school and 7 years since coming home from my mission, I GRADUATED. Now its normal for a person to graduate in 7-8 years from college. Then I realized they call them Doctors, actually a friend of mine (yes, I still have friends) told me that, the jerk.
I worked really hard for a Bachelors in Business Administration - Finance at the University of Houston. I help bring to the University close to $30,000 for my tuition money. After 2 years there and all that money I attended the ceremony. It was great and nice besides the fact that they took forever with the Phd's and Master's that they had to rush through the bachelors. This is where the plot thickens.
We have these cards to announce our name and keep us organized for announcing. So it has our name degree and a place of how to pronounce your name. So I figure that Michael and Paul wouldn't be hard to pronounce but Egbert is a whole new ball game. I have heard eeeeegabert, ejbert, and eglebert. So I put on my card Egg Bert just like that.
So as they are pushing us up on the stage there is a 4 person pile up at the president of the school. So as I finally approach the President, I hear "Mi blank (i'll fill later)" Paul Egbert. I was like wait did I hear what I thought I heard. Yep, my family confirmed the impossible, with snide remarks following the confirmation. So after all this I put into my university they, a doctorate Moron announced me as:
MICHELLE PAUL EGBERT
My reaction was classic on stage, I gave the President a looked like I saw a ghost, about to kick someones a$! and Really! The president gives me a look like are you ok, and follows with the remark, "Congratulations, I guess?" I was pissed, but then I thought of this great blog. This will be great to vent on a blog. Also, if I didn't vent and a few certain people got a hold of this story before I told them. Then it would turn into a very disastrous myth. So yes I finally graduated and so did Michelle Paul Egbert. I hate to be that person's parents. Come on, who names their kid Michelle Paul Egbert. Its like naming your kid Eric Loyal Atkinson. Now that's a disaster of child waiting to happen.

Christmas Artsy Fartsy

OK, so during Thanksgiving my sister and I were avoiding studying for finals big time. We wanted to contribute to Martha Stewart's (Our Mom) decorating by being creative. So we decide on Thanksgiving to make Rice Krispie House. On Friday, our parents were out running errands and grabbed all the crap to make the house.
So, on Saturday I decide to make the Rice Krispie treat. I spent about 2-3 hours melting butter and marshmallows. No keep in mind, I have never mad marshmallow paste. I am getting this everywhere. Its all over the counters, cooking range and my hands. Needless to say, Martha was starting to think this was a bad idea. After 4 triple batches of rice krispies and sticky hands and having no idea what is going on I was done.
We had 4 walls and a roof ready to go. We started to set up our house, and the walls being still a little warm and not as compressed as they didn't tell me how they should be, The house was collapsing. Now when they say compress I put some pressure in the pan make sure it has uniform. They should of said no air in the mold, put it under a compression machine that you see in shop class compress.
So my sister and I decide to save the house and make it one big block and mold it into a house. So we did and let sit overnight so we can decorate it in the morning. Well, the next morning when we woke up the rice krispie house was a rice krispie mountain all over Martha's table (it was molded on a cardboard wrapped with foil). Yes this wonderful looking house, well good looking with a little doctoring up, it did not even stay on the foil, it was everywhere.
So at this point we took our mound of goopy cereal, and started pounding it on the counter. We were giving it compressions like you would giving someone CPR. After all said and done we had a mold of a house (that should be condemned!) that was not moving.
Now we are ready to decorate the house and it is Sunday. As we finished up molding, my sister had to get back to school for the last week of classes. So we spent a weekend of Artsy Fartsy stuff molding and remolding a rice krispie house just to finally eat it!!! At least it tasted better than what you get at stores. I think we are going to re-conquer the house at a later date.
I would of posted pictures of the mound of Goop but it wasn't even worth while to take the pics. So next time I'll get some pics for ya.

Halloween

New Jordan Photos

So a few Jordan Pictures.

Hoodlum


She decided that when she sleeps to have a blanket over her head or at least on her face. We have to keep a close eye on her.


Her first time with Rice Cereal. She loves it!!!


The Pout, gets ya every time, or at least Daddy


Car ride, she loves it a first because of new scenery but after that she will let you know.