Auto Restoration Fund

I love Charity. That's why I have set up one of my own. The Auto Restoration Fund of Levi Mecham (ARFLM). I have set up this fund to pay for the restoration of two vehicles in particular, primarily my 1968 mustang hardtop. Upon paying off my little baby(as apposed to my schnukems) schnukems (Charity(my wife, not THE Charity)) gave me permission to start this fund. If anyone is confused just send me a check for whatever you feel good about and your mind will be cleared up.















Upon making my long journey back home the other night I recieved a call from "Restricted". This peaked my interest, thinking that the NSA may need my help in thwarting some kind of attack on our beautiful nation, I answered immediatly. "This is the second notice that your car's factory warrenty may be expired...." Dissappointed that the NSA didn't deem me worthy I hung up the phone. I thought about the call however and wished I could ask them in person in mocked dismay "oh, no! Which car's warrenty may be expired? The '68 Mustang or the '72 Chevy?".

Since my car's warrenties may be expired I have begun this fund and hope to be able to take care of the needs of my green machines. You too may recieve such a call and if you begin to fear for the well being of your auto, do as i have done and ask your wife what she will allow you to do.

Letting one's self "go"

All of my co-workers have warmed up to me enough to express their concern for my oral fixation. I can't seem to stop putting stuff in my mouth.

I didn't notice it until they said something, but apparently I am constantly eating. I wonder if I have always been this way, or if this is a new dangerous condition. They hear me over the top of the filing cabinets munching and opening wrappers and they whisper amongst themselves about how I never seem to get full.

I have not been working out like I have done in the past because of the recent changes in my routine. But Charity bought me a weight set(subtle hint), so I have now started the grueling process of starting an exercise routine. I recently saw a friend that I haven't seen in over a month and he asked "so are there no gyms in Vernal?". Subtle changes really. what was once firm is now flab, both adjectives start with the letter "f" but sadly don't mean the same thing. I have started to let myself go, but that will change. I promise you blog buddies, I will exercise! It doesn't take a lot for example, standing up and walking to the other side of the room instead of rolling in my chair.

Like everything else, subtle changes; given enough time become fat. Okay, not everything turns into fat with time....actually little other than digested food turns into fat, but you get the point.

long time no see!

Hello everybody, I know that I have not been keeping up as well as I should be, but in my defense I have been really busy, and I don't have any internet. Some might say that that is when you should write the most, but I say let the suspense build until my loyal subjects clamor for me to update news of my recent activities. Are you clamoring?

I started my new job on January 5th and have already made the company it's first GIS based map. They seem very happy with it. I am also making a lot of shapefiles for the clients(chevron, xto, Exon mobile...yes I'm name dropping a little). There are alot of things that I am learning on my own that I never thought I would need to know, but I enjoy it, and love the challenge. The planning for the wedding is giving me a headache, but Charity has pulled more than her weight in that area, and I appreciate that. We are looking for a house and just last night decided to look for something to rent instead of buy in the hopes that the prices will come down in three months. Hopesfully they don't go up even more. Well those are the basics.

I would just like to give a shout out to all those in the geography dept. SHOUT OUT!

One last test!

I am very close to the end of my college experience. One more Religion final and I am done! I really haven't thought about it too much, but I don't think that I feel all that excited. I have waited for this for such a long time and now I am struggling to have any kind of feelings about it. I imagine that after I go home, and spend some time with my parents I will realize how much I am going to miss school. My parents.... maybe I should explain my parents to you all, it might help you all understand me better.

My mom is an eighth Chawkta Native American, and looks the part. She is fifty something and still has black hair. She is a loving person and will do anything to help anyone that needs it. The first time that I really realized that she swore like a sailor was when Charity met her. In Charity's words "it suits her". I guess that's why I never take any notice to her bad mouth, or it might be the fact that I grew up with it. I like it though, is that wrong? It seems to humanize her, or something. She is a genius in the kitchen and is always willing to feed anyone. "are you hungry? no? Well I'll just make you a sandwich then."

My dad is fifty seven and has had a hard life. Living a contractors life for thirty years has really taken its toll. He has broken his back a couple of times, and has a bad shoulder, but he can still out work me most days. Maybe that says more about me than him, but he has taught me the value of hard work. His niece about fifteen years ago told him that he got white paint in his red beard and it has just spread to the point where little red if any can be seen.
I have never seen my dad without a beard. Without it, I am told, he looks like a tortoise, that's why he says he will never be Bishop. Like me he can not carry a tune in a mac truck. I remember still to this day, when I was 3 years old, sitting on his lap in church. When a hyme was sung I asked him why he didn't sound like everyone else. He stopped singing, and looked sad, and has never sang in church again. My dad swears too, but I think in a little more reserved manner. His style and usage change, however, while he works on cars. He is no mechanic. He now paints oil paintings, and does pretty well for himself with it.

Those are my parents. I love them and am grateful for the support that they have given me through out my life.

Parachute

Charity wants to buy a parachute! Really, she is the girl of my dreams, I knew it from the moment that she told me that she liked the way that small animals flip and twitch uncontrollably while dying, but this confirms it to me again. She even told me that after we use it as a canopy for the wedding I can use it to jump off of things with. She did, however, preface the word "things" with the word "small", but if that isn't love than I don't know what is.


new favorite scripture: Moroni 7: 46

Dancing Professor elves

This is a must see!

http://elfyourself.jibjab.com/view/LuvaUaRB5JB0sz1JKsGO

Brought to you by the combined efforts of Ben Clift and Levi Mecham.

Lab Dictatorship

I'm so glad that we finally have a wonderful new lab to use. Oh wait a minute. George says no. No other professor has ever kicked me out of the lab due to their class coming in, especially when there are still plenty of computers to be used. I think that since he is the Geospatial Intelligence aficionado he thinks that the things that he discusses in class are confidential. I don't understand it, but there you go.
George and i have never seemed to see eye to eye, ever since he was disgusted for having to show me where the City (that was marked in red) was on a map in 211. There was also that time when he sat down and discussed with me, in Ken Mathews words "why I didn't know anything". Laying all of that aside, I have now heard at least 6 other students complain about being kicked out of the now much more "accommodating" lab. I guess expansion and renovation wasn't the answer to the computer availability problem in the past.