Case of Missing Blog Post

Here's a question for any blog-savvy folks. Why are some of our posts disappearing? Remember the one of us in our work clothes, Dax going on a mission, Dad's house, and the one of us as farmers? What is happening?! Is our blog world collapsing? Please let us know if you have any information regarding the matter, or if you have money or food that you would like to give away.

This is a couple of our friends at a volleyball game. Enough said. As you can tell from the video, I'm always thinking about the blog. By the way, Bryan was working in the concession stand. Thus, he is not in the video

WARNING: I just realized how shaky and not fun this video is. Don't watch it if you are subject to dizziness, nausea, under the influence of alcohol, prescription or non-prescription drugs, operating heavy machinery, taming a stallion, watching a Suns game, or eating a Big Mac.

A Batch of Heaven

Yesterday was a day unlike any other in the history of Eastern Arizona College. It's called, "Christmas came early!" How, you might ask? Well, we looked in the mailbox and to our delight we found a package. What was in it? Nothing less than heaven rolled up in cinnamon and covered in frosting. Yes, Grandma Gunnell sent us a batch of her famous cinnamon rolls. Since we opened them, we've hardly eaten anything else. Thanks Grandma!

Tanner Has Culture

I just got back from El Grito... not actually sure what that means. It must mean "The Fun" because it was so fun. There was delicious FREE Mexican food, Mexican dancing (which I participated in), and so much Mexican Culture! I know I'm a gringo, but I have dark hair and I'm small, so I can kind of blend in. Arrrrrriba! Sometimes I wish I weren't a European mutt, but hey, what can you do?Some people back at home laughed at me for my love of Mariachi and Burritos Fiesta and such. To those people I say, "Look who's having fun at El Grito." Buenos Dias! That's Spanish for Good Dias!

Environmental Adventure

Every Tuesday for our Environmental Biology class we go on a field trip. Our teacher reminds us of Mr. Ray from Finding Nemo. Today on our adventure we saw a Gila Monster! I called out to him, "Gila Hank! We go to your school! Come back with us!" He didn't listen. Anyway, I think that's really cool since not many people get to see Gila Monsters. We also saw a millipede, but that's not as cool.

Institute Dance

Friday night was our first Institute dance. The theme was High School stereotypes. People pretty much took that to mean: Any group associated with High School. For example, Joe was a teacher, Ryan was a foreign exchange student, Bryan was a Prom King (not Burger King) and I was a Lunch Man. Our other friends in the picture are Preston (the soccer shirt guy sitting down), Joyce in the black, Wendy as an Emo kid, Adrianna as a Cowgirl (who is getting baptized in October), and Shelby as a Gangsta. We had more fun getting ready for the dance than actually being there. We ended up leaving early to go play Ultimate Frisbee which can be seen below.

The Game of Choice

Ultimate Frisbee. Oh yeah. We play this game at least once a week. Unfortunately it's too hot to play in the day so we play at night. It gets pretty intense some times. Tonight we happened to have our photographer friend with us to capture us in epic pose. No cut and paste in these pictures.

By the way...

Since it's so hot in Thatcher, they feel that they need to keep all the buildings at freezing temperatures. Our dorm room is so cold. I do my homework wrapped in a blanket. Bryan is loving it.

The Banquet

I (Tanner) just got back from a fancy scholarship scholarship banquet. I had to sit at Table 1 with the man giving me the scholarship. The whole thing reminded me so much of "What's Up Doc?" When I was introduced to the man, I saw his comb over and thought to myself "By the way, I love your hair." At one point I said, "Oh my goodness, there goes my napkin" when I accidentally dropped it. It was so funny. Too bad no one else was there to share in such a beautiful moment.
And just so everyone knows, "semi-formal" does NOT mean a polo and slacks! That's what I was wearing when I first walked in. I looked around at all these people in suits and got really scared. Luckily, I had enough time to run back to my room and grab a nice shirt and tie before the dinner started.