A Little Change Never Hurt Anyone

I hope, for my sanity, that I never get used to 4:30 AM.

Well, well, well... Something looks a little different, don't you think?

Can't quite put your finger on it?

Maybe it's just you.

Just kidding!

As you can see, things have changed a little here at Life Before the Bucket. There are a few reasons for the redesign (I love lists, if you haven't noticed):

First of all, I get bored easily. That's all there is to it.

Secondly, this blog made me do it. Yup. Held me at gunpoint and everything.

Thirdly (always an awkward word), I checked another goal off of my 111 for 2011.

Fourthly (I'm really starting to doubt the validity of my vocabulary here), things just needed to look a lot more fun around here.

Pretty good reasoning, eh?

But enough about the blog. I want to tell you about the goal I was able to check off of my 111 in 2011!

(This is where you click "Click HERE to Read More!" I know it doesn't look like a link, but you'll just have to trust me, people. Click it!)

Who's Your Hero?

Last night, I found out that one of my grandmas is trying to figure out how to read my blog, so this is me giving a shout out to my Meme, because if she's reading this, then she figured it out! Or at least found someone to figure it out for her...

I noticed something recently. Maybe you have, too. Hear me out and see what you think.

Over the last ten years or so, there has been a ridiculous influx of superhero-laden movies. This isn't completely unusual, because Hollywood has always loved a good story. And what's better than a story that we all wish was true about someone who doesn't exist? Superhero movies have always been around, though, and have always been popular. However, they have not always been good.

That seems to have changed as of late.

Thank goodness.

A Blog About Blogs

It's my wonderful wife's birthday! Harass Tell her Happy Birthday if you know her! Love ya, babe!

On account of the fact that it's Saturday, and because my laptop battery is about to die, I'm going to keep this short and sweet. I really just wanted to let you know that I was able to check another goal off of my 111 in 2011: blog at least 25 times (Goal 13)! The 25th blog of the year came on Wednesday, and you can check it out here if you missed it!

My Second Draft

Friday, Friday, gotta get down on Friday...

Last night, something happened that I've been looking forward to for a long time: the NFL draft. Yeah, I'm one of those guys. I think this is the part where I should probably apologize, but I won't. I can't help but love football, and I have my dad to thank for that. 

Thus, I spent my evening being completely unproductive (when I could've been writing something much more entertaining for you on here), waiting for my favorite team, the Kansas City Chiefs, to make their pick. 

This, however, will not be a post about the NFL Draft, so breathe a sigh of relief. 

I know my wife is.

Instead, I wanted to post today about a different kind of draft. A second draft, in fact. Of what, though? What is there to redo in life (besides everything)? Personally, I believe a little revision every now and then does the heart good. Whether that's revising a paper for a class (which I used to be fanatical about) or revising what's for dinner, change isn't always a bad thing...

It's Ten Days Away!

Oatmeal and coffee are oddly comforting at 4 AM...

Today is the 28th of April. Thursday, to be exact. Unless you're on Jupiter, in which case, I'm really just not sure. Either way, though, May 8th is fast approaching. And you and I both know what that means...

Oh. You don't?

You gonna be in trooouble...

Let me go ahead and help you out here. Remember that lady who did the whole "giving birth" number for you and then proceeded to love you from that day forward, regardless of circumstance or happenstance? Oh, yeah. Her. That'd be your mother, in case you missed it.

Actually, this would be MY mom, not yours. Unless you're one of my sisters, I guess.

Don't have a mother, you say? Then you're either a liar or one of those people from Jupiter I was talking about earlier, because the rest of us humans have mothers, whether we like them or not. It's just the way things work around here...