"If you can't take a punch, ...

you should play table tennis." - Pierre Berbizie (some famous Rugby player...)

Wow, I really haven't written in here for a while... I remember giving my friend Andy Heim some guff about not posting in his blog other than the first time he made one, but I figured I'd at least be able to update in this bad boy a bit more often... Instead, I kind of shunt it off for when I have no plans or roommates to talk with on a Friday night. Like tonight... Sigh...

My first ever memory is me at about 4 or so years old, running in a circle in the family room of our La Verne, CA house... I think I was chasing my oldest brother, Cory. & then, I fall & crack my head on the bricks surrounding the fireplace. I don't remember much after that...

Then there was the time when I was... gosh, how old was I? Maybe somewhere in the middle of elementary school-- can't remember-- but I was in the back yard with my siblings. We were playing "baseball", except instead of an actual baseball we were using like, a nice big red kickball. Well, it seemed huge to me at that age, anyway... So, I'm standing to the right of my sister Katie as she gets ready to swing. Remember that I'm young & don't really know much about sports. She tells me that I shouldn't stand there because she's going to swing, so I move to the other side. Don't ask me why I felt the need to stand there, maybe I was waiting for my turn to be at bat... Anyway, now I'm on her left, & she takes a huge swing--- crack!--- she obviously gets the ball, but apparently she's one of those obstinate kids that also likes to follow through completely with her swing, & the bat ends up going at an equal force into my forehead. Okay, so not *into* it in the bloody sense, but it hurt very bad. I had a bump the size of both of my fists there, & remember having to ice it for a looooooong time. Strangely enough, we didn't go to the hospital that time. Huh.

& then there was the time just this past June, a few days before my sister's wedding, where she was going through the temple, & I was at a doctor appointment in Fontana... I go in to get some blood work so they can make sure I'm not anemic or dying or anything, & after I get outside the door of the lab, my vision starts to go out like an old fashioned television that's just been turned off & the pictures all fade from the side into the center. Instead of sitting down at the first sign of blackness, I turn around & start to go back into the lab to sit down... sigh... I put my hand on the door, & don't remember much after that... I do remember coming to a little bit later & wondering why I was on the floor/how I got there, & then people started to pick me up & the next thing I know, I'm on a bed with a bunch of Hispanic nurses & a doctor all looking down at me... No clue as towards distance or time that elapsed,... good times... & then they took me to the ER for a few hours because the nurse heard me hit my head pretty hard on the floor when I went down the first time. I say, whatever. I can deal with it. The end.