Yeah, you know it...

You would not be lying if you said that my wife and I hauled in an astonishing load of crabs for our crab feast last Saturday. You would, however, be lying if you said that it was all because of me. Dude, I just don't get it. Every time Laurie pulled up a trap or scooped off the line, the crabs were lining up for the steaming pot! One round, Laurie pulled in twelve crabs! I thought to myself, "Yeah, now I'm gonna show these crabs who's boss." So I took my round and hauled in a whopping two! Two crabs!?!? And of course, Laurie was all too quick to point out the discrepancy. So, once again in the Boyer household, it was mano y womano... and womano won.

Despite my paltry effort out on the bay, we had a great time on the water and an even better time hanging out with all of you on Saturday night. We're really excited for the next opportunity we have to get down to MD and hang out with the peeps from SRC! Hollah!!!

No House Party in Grantham

Well, it is now official. We are not going to be able to rent out the house here in Grantham. We've come to find out that not only does our association have a rule against renting but the Grantham community has a bunch of ordinances working against us as well. The reason for all of these restrictions is that they want to keep the small town of Grantham from becoming a "frat-town". I can understand why they have the restrictions, I just wish we could have gotten an exception based on our circumstances. So, please keep praying as we are still trusting God that He has a better way. He always does!

On a "Lighter" Note

Not sure why, but I felt compelled to share with you a story. When I was nineteen years old, I was an idiot. And not only that, my friends were idiots too. When I was in community college, back in 95-96, three of us (all idiots) decided to go to Creation music festival for the whole week. While there, one of us came up with the creative idea to take zippo lighter fluid and light parts of our bodies on fire. If you're familiar with Zippo, you know that if you put zippo on your pant leg and light it, it will burn the fluid but not your leg, provided you smack it out shortly thereafter. So, we tried arms and legs but I grew quickly tired of these extremities. I decided it was time to light my hat on fire. So I bent over and let my friend put zippo on my hat. (Note: I told him to put just a dot on the brim. He proceeded to put a halo of zippo all over the top of my hat because he said it would "look cool.") I then lit a match and slowly raised it to the brim of my hat. Before I even reached the brim, the flame leapt off of the match and set my head ablaze. Flailing and screaming, I frantically smacked at the hat, trying to remove it from my head. All the while, my friends just laughed and laughed and laughed. Oh yeah, they had a good old time. There was no concern over the fact that their idiot friend would soon be reduced to a pile of ash. No, no, no, they just thought it was hilarious seeing me run around in circles like a flaming chicken with it's head cut off.

Finally, I got the hat off of my head and found out quickly that everything had gone black. I couldn't see a thing. I reached up to my face with my hands to feel what damage I had done and realized that my eyelashes had melted together. I had to physically pull my eyelids apart so that I could see again. I had a ring of hair all the way around my head that had burnt off. My eyebrows were singed off and the smell of burnt hair stayed with me for months.

My mom was so mad at me... oh wait... um... actually, I don't know if I ever told her about this. So, let's just keep that between us. Ok? My mom would spank me with my hot wheels tracks for that one. (Mom, if you're reading this... I was just kidding, none of that really happened. We spent the whole week around the campfire singing Kum Ba Yah and practicing our Bible memory verses.)

Big Finish

If you made it this far, I applaud you. It's just like me to spend one fourth of the blog on anything of substance and three fourths describing my idiot encounter with some zippo and a flame. Well, you gotta love me... right? (Insert compliments that I'm fishing for here) Ok, I suppose that's about it. Thanks for your prayers. We can hardly wait to see you all again!

Matt and Laurie