What happened to Fritz?

A little while ago, I wrote a B.L.O.G. entry about my great-grandfather Fritz Hjalmar Lundgren, but as I was looking over my blog, I realized that somehow it didn't post. The entry even contained a poem that big Fritz wrote about America after he immigrated here from Sweden. Unfortunately, I do not have this poem with me at the moment so I can't type it. Trust me though, it was lovely.

Currently, my life is occupied with something called Econometrics. Yes this is a real word, and yes, this is english. I have a enormous project due tomorrow morning in that class, and I still have loads of work to do on it. The project is interesting though. I am creating a model in STATA, an econometric software program, testing whether NBA players perform better in their contract year or not. And also if their production decreases after they have a multiyear contract in the bag. I am unable to make any conclusions yet, but so far it's looking like players don't generally perform better before they sign a contract, but do slack off after a deal is signed. Hopefully I will finish the project up by tonight. Wish me luck!

To be continued.......

Cann Cann, Can you do the CannCann???

Where is paradise on BYU campus? Lavell Edwards Stadium? The Marriot Center? The RB? The Harold B Lee Library perhaps? The cougar eat, this place is neat. How about the bowling alley? These are all great places on campus, but paradise, in every sense of the world is found near Helaman Halls: The Cannon Center!!

What a marvelous place, particularly when you have a younger sister that is what they call a "Freshman". And not just any Freshman, a Freshman with something called DINING PLUS. What this means, is that my sister has the blessing, privilege, duty, and honor of taking me to this blessed building for ALL YOU CAN EAT FOOD. 

I appreciate this now, more than ever, because I eat as much in one meal and the Cannon Center as I do in a normal day at my apartment. Maybe even two. The quality of the food has improved since I was there in 2006, and it is a true delight to devour all food in sight. And spend time with my sister of course. Thanks Elisa!!!!

I Spy With My Little Eye.....

Something flat
Something sleeping
Something black
Something red
Something white
Something short
Something tall
Something blank
Something pleasing
Something harmonic
Something messy
Something fragrant
Something pointed
Something with 5 toes
Something that goes on your head
Something under the bed
Something surprised
Something closed
Something wrinkled
Something folded
Something half-empty
Something half-full
Something on top
Something on bottom
Something toolish
Something written
Something lit up
Something red
Something blue
Something in a box
Something talking
Something alarming
Something with stars on it
Something yellow
Something old
Something funny
Something hard
Something scraped
Something awkward
Something unshaven

Where am i?

I am in Landon and Andrew's room.

Fat and Happy Hour

As a man who loves food, life can be downright miserable as a poor college student. I consider myself to be a frugal guy and feel like it is a waste of money to spend money on food. This semester I have been grocery shopping 3 times and spent a total of $45 dollars. It's a lot...i know. I eat by faith, and somehow it works out. 


For these reasons, Sunday dinners at my house are the highlight of my week. Sure, the family is great and I love spending time with them, but what really is great is the food. My mother can cook like nobody's business and she goes all out on Sunday's. Here was tonight's lineup:


Swedish Meatballs
Mashed Potatoes
Creamed Corn
Salad
Roasted Carrots
Homemade Rolls
Pumpkin Delights


soooooooo lekker. Afterwards I was very fat and happy laying in the couch. And I have leftovers for the next few days.


Life is good