Ladies and Gentlemen...

I present the eighth wonder of the world - a Hawaiian sunset! Courtesy of our honeymoon, video camera, and a tripod.
(Note: the audio is from one of my favorite television shows on the air and the video has been sped up so that 45 minutes is now only 45 seconds.)

Unfortunately, that opening is probably as exciting as this post is going to be. The main reason for posting is just to prove that we are in fact, still alive. The short of this week includes tribing on Tuesday, working on Wednesday, and test-taking/Transformers on Thursday. Speaking of that test, first midterm of the year and not feeling too good about it. Regardless, I still have another midterm and a final to make things right.

This weekend's looking very promising as well, but if I'm tardy on my next post I'll be sure to make it worth everyone's patience by posting another flippin' sweet video.

In the meantime, let's return to that sunset from four months ago. I prefer it to what's been going on outside our window, also known as typical Oregon weather. Speaking of which, it would go well with this Gene Kelly song.

Final-ly...

As noted and likely realized, it has been far too long since you have heard from this fine young cannibal.

For the last time, there is to be NO Pete's allowed on this post. Repeat, NO Pete's allowed. That being said, wives and daughters of said person are still welcome. As for Peter Kelley, don't even think about it maverick.

Now that that's is out of the way, the rest of you know the drill...

Hi, my name is Peter Kelley

Hi, my name is (Your Name Here)

...and as always, thank you.

Post.Scriptum. I apologize for this semi-non-post, but I'll be bringing back the goods after this Thursday. That means this Friday, up until midterms later this month, I should be able to post more frequently. For those of you who want me to be more specific, I'm aiming for anywhere from one post-per-week (PPW) to one every other day. Also, I'll continue leaving little nuggets of joy in your comment sections. In the meantime, check this post out and pass it on but if you smell what the Ryan is cooking then be on the lookout this weekend...

Coming now...

As promised earlier, it's an... update!

First, let's get this out of the way - there are STILL no Pete's allowed! So if you're the plaided one in this picture then DO NOT CLICK ON ANY of the links below. As before, everyone else is welcome and encouraged to click away. Otherwise, to keep things on the hush hush, I refuse to say much else.

Now that Pete knows to stay clear, I hope everyone else remembers to keep him out of the loop as well and attemept your best soap opera amnesia while around him.

Once more with feeling, thank you!
Now, in your best Darth Vader voice:

Emma, I am your father...

Emma, I am NOT your father...

It's the final countdown...

That's right, after weeks of anticipation (month's for some) it's almost time for... college! What did you think I was going to say? The Heroes Season Two premiere? Well then, you should be correct because that is way more worthy of anticipation. As you can see in the picture above that accompanies this post, we are almost fully prepared. The final pieces to our puzzle include a super hero, I mean secret, desert and brewskis for the crewskis. Also not shown in the picture is the Togo's catering which includes Italian, Turkey Avacado, Turkey and Cheese, and Turkey/Roast Beef and Cheese sandwiches. Considering that it's enough to feed 12, and we only received about eight RSVP's, people will either eat really well or we'll be set for a few more people. Since it's less than 24 hours until the Party (with a capital 'P'), I'll just remind everyone of the basics. First, you should try to arrive around 7:00 PM although we won't start eating until 7:30 PM or begin watching anything until 8:00-ish PM-ish. Also, doors will be closed at 9:00 and not re-open until 10:00 as people depart. If you can make it before 9:00 though, then I double dare you to come. Otherwise, you'll feel like this kid.

In other news, I apologize for not blogging in a while. In addition to it being a busy week as school draws near, I also wanted my previous two posts to get plenty of traffic and viewership before bumping them down with a new post. I'm glad to see the responses to both, especially my last one. For sake of secrecy, I won't say anymore but awesome comments everyone! We'll be in touch... As for Jaimie, she's been suffering from the cold that's going around. The good news is that it appears that she is recovering just in time for her first class at 8 o'clock in the morning.

Since my mind is drawing a blank at the moment on what topic to touch on next, although I'm sure the minute I post this I'll be swarmed with things I wish I would've included (which means you can likely expect future posts sooner rather than later). For now, I'll close with a scene from tonight that Jaimie wanted me to share after Samantha blogged about a month ago. Tonight while picking up some 21+ drinks, the cashier asked for our ID's. If you just laughed, I should inform you that we haven't reached the punchline quite yet. As we handed our cards, I jokingly asked the cashier (an older women) "Do I not look like I'm 35?" Her response, "no, you look as old as my grandson and he's 13! Okay, maybe [you look] a little older because of your scruff," which at this point she pointed to my attempted-goatee. The moral of the story, next time someone doesn't believe you're 18 - just be glad they don't flat out tell you that you look 13! At this rate, I might as well be Rip Van Winklepleck and sleep for 100 years, then when I woke up I might actually look 22.

Jaimie just called so as all you husbands know, that means it's time for me to go. I'll post in a few to share how the premiere and classes went. You stay classy, Corvallis. I'm Ryan Winklepleck?

No Pete's Allowed!...

No Peter Kelley's that is. For everyone else, be sure to click on the applicable link below and spread the word. I can't say much else, but everything will be explained in the file provided. This includes a mission, should you choose to accept it. As always, should you or any of your blog force be caught, the Winkleplecks will disavow any knowledge of your actions. This post will self-destruct in five seconds. Good luck, ______ (your name here).

Note: EVEN WITH CAPS LOCK ON, I CAN'T EMPHASIZE ENOUGH HOW IMPORTANT IT IS THAT YOU, PETER KELLEY, DO NOT CLICK ON THE FOLLOWING LINKS OR READ THE COMMENT SECTION OF THIS POST. IN ADDITION, IT IS EQUALLY IMPORTANT THAT ANYONE WHO DOES ALSO REFRAINS FROM SHARING THE FOLLOWING INFORMATION WITH PETER KELLEY, THAT IS OF UTMOST IMPORTANCE!

Thank you for your time and understanding. One last time, are you SURE you're NOT Peter Kelley?

You caught me, I AM Peter Kelley!

For the last time, I AM NOT Peter Kelley!