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Sincerely Yours,

Kendal

Acronyms are all around us. There are an estimated 3 million commonly accepted acronyms, and there is even an acronym dictionary. Did you know the longest acronym is ADCOMSUBORDCOMPHIBSPAC, a United States Navy term that stands for "Administrative Command, Amphibious Forces, Pacific Fleet Subordinate Command." The world's longest initialism (slightly different than an acronym), according to the Guinness Book of World Records is NIIOMTPLABOPARMBETZHELBETRABSBOMONIMON
KONOTDTEKHSTROMONT. The 56-letter initialism is from the Concise Dictionary of Soviet Terminology and means "The laboratory for shuttering, reinforcement, concrete and ferroconcrete operations for composite monolithic and monolithic constructions of the Department of the Technology of Building-assembly operations of the Scientific Research Institute of the Organization for building mechanization and technical aid of the Academy of Building and Architecture of the USSR." Awesome!

All that to say, last night The Box and I had the privilege of hanging out with some fine ladies, and I do mean fine. I highly encourage you to check out their in-desperate-need-of-a-new-template blog here. Somehow conversation eventually winded around towards the fine products of a certain Yogurt shop (A few of the ladies were somewhat obsessed with the comfort that the milky-smooth goodness of TCBY provided).
"What does that stand for?," someone asked. "The Country's Best Yogurt," Brittain so confidently exclaimed. "Really?," I questioned back. "I thought it stood for This Can't Be Yogurt!" Brittain then proceeded to laugh in my face as she assured me, "I should know, I have been going there every day since the 2nd grade." A quick table-wide debate ensued, during which, everyone seemed to think I was an idiot. LC then chimed in, "I think TCBY was started in Arkansas (where she grew up and her parents still live), let's call and ask my Dad." I thought this sounded like a great idea, so we quickly got him on the line. I made some small talk with Reggie and then got the complete history of the TCBY franchise in under 3 minutes. I take back all the nasty things I have ever said about the people of Arkansas because Reggie is a first-class individual.

Here is what I learned from Reggie, which was later confirmed by Wikipedia: The franchise was originally named This Can't Be Yogurt!, was later sued, and then changed its name to The Country's Best Yogurt. Oh the Glory! It is alright Brittain, I accept your apology. Reggie, you are a gentleman and a scholar.

Yesterday I was driving down the road with a newly opened gatorade sitting in my cup holder. This cup holder is specially made for jeeps and as you can see in the picture it hangs from the dash - partly inside the jeep and part outside, so if I was to have a door or top of some sort I would have to relocate it. The way it is attached allows for it to swing and sway as I ride down the road and somehow manages to spill very little. This is by far my favorite cup holder I've ever had. However, yesterday on the way home from work I hit a bump and my cup holder just broke off. The cup holder and fresh drink fell right outside of my jeep onto I-30.

About a week or so ago I was driving the same route home and my rear view mirror pulled the same deal. It just fell off the window and shattered inside my jeep. It was the type that couldn’t be adjusted and it was already cracked down the middle, so it was very difficult to see things behind me, but it was also my only mirror. Last week as I was driving home listening to the ipod that Kate forced me to purchase from her, I heard a faint siren sound as Leopard-Skin Pill-Box Hat was ending and Just Like a Woman was beginning to play. I turned around as best I could to see what was going on behind me and of course there is a cop right on my tail with the lights aflashing. Not knowing how long he had been there, I flinched a bit before taking action. My first instinct was to go left, but as I moved that way I noticed how small the shoulder was. I then slowly switched in to the middle lane with my left blinker still on and began to slow down. The cop just zoomed right on by.

For the last month or so I have not had any working headlights on my jeep. I checked fuses and inspected a few loose wires from time to time thinking that both lights going out at the same time had to mean that it wasn’t the bulbs. After a while of trying to schedule my drive time to daylight only (minus mornings to work), I finally decided that something had to be done. Kendal left for Austin last Friday, and I needed to have night commutability due to a poker tournament in Flower Mound. So, Friday after work I went to Pep Boys, bought two new headlights, and installed them in the parking lot. One headlight works now.

Now that the rain has slowed down around here I have been enjoying the jeep a lot more.

I am waiting on pictures from Ros before writing a post on Drew and Rachel’s wedding.

Graham flew in from Korea for the bachelor party and about 18 guys picked him up from the airport in very little clothing. Gav was blowing a whistle in the airport for some reason. We were on our way to go tubing, but that’s another story.