The Latest Campout

So our latest Scout camping trip was from Thursday night to Friday evening, and I think it is safe to say everyone involved had a good time. On Friday we had the most perfect weather ever for our long hike, but it literally rained on our parade on Saturday when nature upheld its reputation of raining whenever the Scouts go camping by raining during our Orienteering event (which was the last thing I needed, besides Board of Review, to get my First Class!). I expected the Orienteering event to be a lame, boring, stand-in-a-field-all-day-with-a-group-of-nerds kind of thing, but it was actually quite fun in its own hike-on-hills-through-forests-in-your-own-little-group-while-its-raining-and-your-shoes-and-socks-are-soaked kind of way.

Chess

Chess is a game with a rich history, originating in India in the 6th century and later going to East Europe where it evolved into the modern game in the 15th century. Now it used by dads so they will have some game that you only use your fingers for that they can still beat their kids at. Not for long. Dad made the fatal mistake of teaching all of the Westhoff children how to play chess, and now it is coming back to bite him in the form of me. Now that Dad is back, we usually fit in about 2 games a day, and I am proud to announce that I beat him in 2 out of 3 of our games today. That's really great considering Dad is/was one of the nerdy type people (according to him).

Falling Down Stairs/Comment If You Care

Falling Down Stairs

Yesterday I did what I can't remember doing in its entirety and not on purpose in all of my memory. I fell down the stairs all they way. I was going down the stairs to the basement to watch The Biggest Loser whilst carrying popcorn, in the dark, navigating a vacuum cord. Not a good idea. Of all things to trip on to send me sprawling, the gremlins in my house decided to trip me on, you guessed it, the darkness. So I was falling face first but then I managed to flip onto my back, saving me from much damage. This incident caused me to accidentally break my promise to mom that I would not make a mess with the popcorn that night. Figures.

Comment If You Care

Seriously folks, do you care, or should I just put up my metaphorical pen? If you have a blog of your own, you know that you get a warm fuzzy feeling1 inside when people comment on your posts, so why not share that feeling with others? With this post I am calling you to do two things: 1. Comment more often. 2. If you read this post, comment on it. Announce your presence! I don't care if I know you or not, just do it.

1Following my blog gives the same fuzzy feeling, but better!

Zach Westhoff, the Forward Hater

I don't know if you knew this, but I HATE getting dumb forwards. Having received 100+ of these throughout my emailing life, I finally just typed out  against them and sent out the following message to the kids in my contacts. It may not seem very evil, but I hope it works. And for those of you who believe in those crap forwards, I would be dead and crumpled into a little loveless ball many times over if they were. Here you go.

Okay, I know I'm not the only one out there who HATES getting RETARDED crap forwards about my love life being ruined if I don't pass along a limerick, or crap that says I will die in 2 days if I don't send it. 

For this reason I write this. I know that we will not be able to stop the source, but we can break the chain. By writing your name in one of the numbers, you are pledging to never again pass along any RETARDED forwards. 

I know it may seem ironic, but after having signed your name in, forward it to all the people in your life that send you pointless crap forwards. Don't forget to send it back to the sender so they know what you have done and may hold you accountable for any and all slip-uppances.

Add more numbers if necessary.

Zachary R. Westhoff

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