tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9410751923083249082024-03-21T01:48:30.428-07:00Matt's BlogUnknownnoreply@blogger.comBlogger9125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-941075192308324908.post-32214818317957395062010-12-21T20:56:00.000-08:002010-12-27T02:12:03.067-08:00I love this Girl!<div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjo0NlmlUXlzTwyPbWAqW1RCNRI9WtF4BUrwdjf8KT-lt6cEvmrPeL7z9bLwyaqI_UvbGp6gcIsCiWlUMnOXJLI0BkNNPHwHUff3Ioz1l06k1kVxYHHA9w-O-_yPHHaTk3Ac98s4oGQXYfa/s1600/IMG_1139.jpg"><br /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg6fHXYy4a8rqU_YRnjwXIEg9hPstyKW0rE3gzwYNJarQ-7vw6ufV71bChnhhMZFtkjq1O6EVCeUH68LPkJQH8nDUuQ5qohTDK94ncIQzii6fqbimWU4dfcGfgLITW-egyM6HvVE0XOYOZW/s1600/IMG_1666.jpg"><br /></a></div>I have been needing to make a blog post for quit some time now and let everybody know how things are going. Here it is.<div>Med school is going good. I finished my first quarter a couple of weeks before Thanksgiving. I am really enjoying everything that we are learning. But!!! That's not what you want to hear about, is it?</div><div>After I moved down here I was talking with one of my friends, Allison Richardson. We have known each other for close to 5 years from Rexburg and my friend Brett knows her too. They are related or something. So, while I was talking to her she told me that she was moving down here to Arizona and I was pretty excited to say the least. She called me up as soon as she got out here and we set up a night to go on a date (we were both a little nervous to call it a date just yet). I was pretty nervous and couldn't decide what to do and ended up planning about four dates and couldn't decide. She came over to my house and I finally had to pick one. We went to dinner and played banana grams on the table at the restaraunt, ice skating (in Arizona, you may think it is unlikely, but it's true), and played some more board games with my roomate and his date. I had so much fun! I couldn't get over how much fun I had with Allison and how good I felt with her. Even in Idaho when we were there together I can remember once (right before she was leaving for BYU-Hawaii) that I could marry a girl like Allison Richardson, I was right out side the Manwaring Center. </div><div>It took a couple more weeks to finally get put together and I love being around this girl. I have had no reservations and things felt right, So I proposed to her!</div><div>I took her to a favorite park of ours and had a picnic all planned. We had talked a little bit about getting married and I don't know how serious she thought I was, and I didn't really, really know what she thought about it yet. I had a special ring picked out and she had no idea I had it. I have never seen anyone so surprised and excited, which melted my heart! (I felt the exact same way even though I knew it was going to happening)</div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "><br /></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); "><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg_I3JuIvhy5nin99zWh0prmSmhjyKJBm7rtmtRQzIcD0yZs9iUHVFCRDRnMRUSQTQBimEEbD1pfNX_gqsV6ZlCTSzOFN6z6Ywx9LuW4ZxqdnLoBj2gCX8EPPA2h27PWZOVYV_jk3o53iyu/s1600/DSCN8522.JPG"><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg_I3JuIvhy5nin99zWh0prmSmhjyKJBm7rtmtRQzIcD0yZs9iUHVFCRDRnMRUSQTQBimEEbD1pfNX_gqsV6ZlCTSzOFN6z6Ywx9LuW4ZxqdnLoBj2gCX8EPPA2h27PWZOVYV_jk3o53iyu/s320/DSCN8522.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5553382277437866946" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px; " /></a><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FFFFFF;">This is down by another one of "our" spots at the Tempe Town Lake park<br /></span><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhEmxPNIQ2irgFCz291vTMxZGa9w4u7BPOS4iG76vcecGSXu52pq_IZWmXiYU5TWex9qj98iNLJuY1CERkZYYHFdkYgn_u2kK3Oesft7EBsPd9SrAtB0XGk_v80DF1_NzrMx4iGGwiG5jNY/s1600/DSCN8448.JPG"><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhEmxPNIQ2irgFCz291vTMxZGa9w4u7BPOS4iG76vcecGSXu52pq_IZWmXiYU5TWex9qj98iNLJuY1CERkZYYHFdkYgn_u2kK3Oesft7EBsPd9SrAtB0XGk_v80DF1_NzrMx4iGGwiG5jNY/s320/DSCN8448.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5553382268557275554" style="text-align: left;display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px; " /></a></span></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FFFFFF;">This is where I proposed to her. We were both so happy and giggly. The ducks that were there were so ecxited they were laughing too.</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgfdAEiCUOnq8OUD7j4yaVFMBuKlv9bGz2M4zdRL7X0cYNrXCQ7GAQI2AviGVrWqhZAV-g4ZtlLNPsr2zTNcy4mYVAmD9idiTgNa_2ED2qAaogFGS1Sh84fCJIpnIBaXCgzBachvzNHd1dO/s320/DSCN8544.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5553382289742666370" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px; " /></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FFFFFF;">Aaaahhhhhh, there she is!</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); "><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg6fHXYy4a8rqU_YRnjwXIEg9hPstyKW0rE3gzwYNJarQ-7vw6ufV71bChnhhMZFtkjq1O6EVCeUH68LPkJQH8nDUuQ5qohTDK94ncIQzii6fqbimWU4dfcGfgLITW-egyM6HvVE0XOYOZW/s1600/IMG_1666.jpg"><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg6fHXYy4a8rqU_YRnjwXIEg9hPstyKW0rE3gzwYNJarQ-7vw6ufV71bChnhhMZFtkjq1O6EVCeUH68LPkJQH8nDUuQ5qohTDK94ncIQzii6fqbimWU4dfcGfgLITW-egyM6HvVE0XOYOZW/s320/IMG_1666.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5553382285333811378" style="text-align: left;display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px; " /></a><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FFFFFF;">Over thanksgiving break in new mexico when we went to visit Steve and Izzy in her family<br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg_I3JuIvhy5nin99zWh0prmSmhjyKJBm7rtmtRQzIcD0yZs9iUHVFCRDRnMRUSQTQBimEEbD1pfNX_gqsV6ZlCTSzOFN6z6Ywx9LuW4ZxqdnLoBj2gCX8EPPA2h27PWZOVYV_jk3o53iyu/s1600/DSCN8522.JPG"></a></span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FFFFFF;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg_I3JuIvhy5nin99zWh0prmSmhjyKJBm7rtmtRQzIcD0yZs9iUHVFCRDRnMRUSQTQBimEEbD1pfNX_gqsV6ZlCTSzOFN6z6Ywx9LuW4ZxqdnLoBj2gCX8EPPA2h27PWZOVYV_jk3o53iyu/s1600/DSCN8522.JPG"></a><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg_I3JuIvhy5nin99zWh0prmSmhjyKJBm7rtmtRQzIcD0yZs9iUHVFCRDRnMRUSQTQBimEEbD1pfNX_gqsV6ZlCTSzOFN6z6Ywx9LuW4ZxqdnLoBj2gCX8EPPA2h27PWZOVYV_jk3o53iyu/s1600/DSCN8522.JPG"></a></span><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjo0NlmlUXlzTwyPbWAqW1RCNRI9WtF4BUrwdjf8KT-lt6cEvmrPeL7z9bLwyaqI_UvbGp6gcIsCiWlUMnOXJLI0BkNNPHwHUff3Ioz1l06k1kVxYHHA9w-O-_yPHHaTk3Ac98s4oGQXYfa/s320/IMG_1139.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5553382293574426530" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px; " /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "><br /></span></div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-941075192308324908.post-74616168471797133522010-07-30T12:23:00.000-07:002010-07-31T21:29:18.815-07:00I havn't written a blog entry for quiet a while, sorry. So to start with, I think you should know that I am eating a chocolate chip cookie.<div>A lot has happened for me in the past couple of months. After getting accepted to Podiatry School I started training for the Dam Marathon. I feel like doing things like a marathon help with setting goals and working to acheive longer range goals. The marathon was on June 12th and when I was finished, it was one of the greatest feelings of accomplishment that I have ever felt. It was a unique feeling where you can't feel your legs that well, unless you stop moving, then all you can feel is pain, pain and success. It really was awesome tho, and all I could think about after running for a few weeks was how could I get faster and when will I be able to run another.</div><div>I had a job at the hospital in Rexburg stocking supply rooms and recieving inventory, but it wasn't long before the recesion hit there and they had to lay off some of the newer personell there (me). The 5 months I worked there were pretty cool for me tho, since I am preparing to work in the medical feild I was really interested in all of the different supplies we stocked and it was a good job for a while.</div><div>I played a few shows in rexburg in the beginning of the summer that were really fun. It's always a great time getting together with some guys and playing music together. Music is a great way to make good friends and I have met lots of poeple by playing guitar. So it is a good excuse for me to spend money on it, I am investing in friendship....not selfishly dropping ### amount on a new amp. (maybe a little bit of both)</div><div>I moved back to my parent's house for a while and got my job back at the ranch landscaping. I work up there in Victor for four days a week and live in Shelley the rest. I grew a beard for a while too. I liked the beard, it wasn't too itchy either. But it's gone now.</div><div>The landscaping job went on until the boys came up to the ranch and that is when I take two weeks off of work to mentor for the boys. This year I really feel like I learned from the spirit while I was there. I could also see more than ever the growth in the boys, in their transition from boyhood to manhood. We always have a lot of fun, but I could see some maturity and spiritual strength in them this year. I probably saw it this year because of experience, but I am sure the boys always grow that much anyways. One thing at the boys ranch that was really funny this year was the 100 club. I started it one day when the theme for the day was dedication. So I talked them into doing 100 push-ups and 100 sit-ups everyday for the rest of the ranch. It was so funny to see them having to do all 100 right before they went to bed (which also backfired on me and made them stay up an extra 17 hours!!!). Then they learned to not procrastinate so much and at random times you would see one boy start to do some push-ups in the middle of the day, and then four others would follow suit. You would walk into a room and five boys would be doing sit-ups or push-ups. haha!</div><div>After the boys ranch I got all packed up and I headed down to Arizona, which brings me to this cookie at my Aunt Julie's house in Mesa. I start school next week and I am really excited to finally find out what the next 4 years of my life will be like. I kind of know, but mostly don't and the anticipation has been th worst part. Kind of like waiting before your mission after you have your mission call.</div><div>Stay tuned for the next bit in my life....it may be a while for something interesting besides studying to happen.</div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh0uCdjwvCCZAplmamUhD7I9-CAtD8j5L5UbE2lWw7ZNKGZZqzFBug3rY4ih6wlTZGtilIuvERp6zyPggBZRiLclJpMkZ4m6XvietcnRdNLSE1eqkmMtnYulP4gjwKdxfgFDVZ1BX6j3sa7/s1600/DSCF0883.JPG"><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh0uCdjwvCCZAplmamUhD7I9-CAtD8j5L5UbE2lWw7ZNKGZZqzFBug3rY4ih6wlTZGtilIuvERp6zyPggBZRiLclJpMkZ4m6XvietcnRdNLSE1eqkmMtnYulP4gjwKdxfgFDVZ1BX6j3sa7/s320/DSCF0883.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5500279724964704866" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px; " /></a><div style="text-align: center;">Here is Brett and I at the end of the marathon, great game.</div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhuCjDiZigW2szsQX6N2ElMa612jYUkG83iglLlLZbeQV3BCvnMR60NC2zI_GiWkz84km8NvQsBov_YByKhYUfyR55wZyJqB6_q2DFZgJFL1eBevqTLZVtVv8kavORdDlREwIblknr0nCSn/s1600/DSCF0865.JPG"><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhuCjDiZigW2szsQX6N2ElMa612jYUkG83iglLlLZbeQV3BCvnMR60NC2zI_GiWkz84km8NvQsBov_YByKhYUfyR55wZyJqB6_q2DFZgJFL1eBevqTLZVtVv8kavORdDlREwIblknr0nCSn/s320/DSCF0865.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5500279713497342898" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 144px; " /></a><div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#0000EE;"><u>Monikar time; steady, strong.</u></span></div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhuCjDiZigW2szsQX6N2ElMa612jYUkG83iglLlLZbeQV3BCvnMR60NC2zI_GiWkz84km8NvQsBov_YByKhYUfyR55wZyJqB6_q2DFZgJFL1eBevqTLZVtVv8kavORdDlREwIblknr0nCSn/s1600/DSCF0865.JPG"></a><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhuCjDiZigW2szsQX6N2ElMa612jYUkG83iglLlLZbeQV3BCvnMR60NC2zI_GiWkz84km8NvQsBov_YByKhYUfyR55wZyJqB6_q2DFZgJFL1eBevqTLZVtVv8kavORdDlREwIblknr0nCSn/s1600/DSCF0865.JPG"></a><div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#0000EE;"><u><br /></u></span></div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhuCjDiZigW2szsQX6N2ElMa612jYUkG83iglLlLZbeQV3BCvnMR60NC2zI_GiWkz84km8NvQsBov_YByKhYUfyR55wZyJqB6_q2DFZgJFL1eBevqTLZVtVv8kavORdDlREwIblknr0nCSn/s1600/DSCF0865.JPG"></a><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgxtuMXwDBrl84Daxj3aCq3mqFgc3xSaFEHxiUoImi5kN7emZRm0LV8qztzk3JoS-FKt2XSZvx9uQVb-6XY-0JJpvi-DzKrRNo7KI092h3RG8Og8169ObzYya7buf8kT_vwJUnOQdH2A6kR/s1600/DSCN7557.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgxtuMXwDBrl84Daxj3aCq3mqFgc3xSaFEHxiUoImi5kN7emZRm0LV8qztzk3JoS-FKt2XSZvx9uQVb-6XY-0JJpvi-DzKrRNo7KI092h3RG8Og8169ObzYya7buf8kT_vwJUnOQdH2A6kR/s320/DSCN7557.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5500285693068969874" /></a></div><div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#0000EE;"><u>This deer just walked up to us when we got up to do a morning hike at the upper pallisades lake. It was funny, he came really close.</u></span></div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgtQrk9tjGIGe5a7ETtuc6Fs5u5TUfkCVG1LKui8wztVgpFrTiTuOjhRvOQ-TSviKSILy_GWHXhGsCncw3yDUo5vqZVbKvUT_Z9yMPQG-yQYl1l8i_CivasD3TdDhZRsk0HXko1aGyHdUEZ/s1600/DSCN7923.JPG"></a><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEii2K1F_vJzvQBrtEfPXxgIf3ESqp54OgIinCEfEt6CZn-oHTSfbJemeqizKwe9JcR4HCm5tYYNMCWdJHCoSp3w8zMMjcoPi9y4TP_Ac6QU3gUPi58lF-KGmFB71_zp-zrIVF3knilgbUVU/s1600/DSCN7834.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEii2K1F_vJzvQBrtEfPXxgIf3ESqp54OgIinCEfEt6CZn-oHTSfbJemeqizKwe9JcR4HCm5tYYNMCWdJHCoSp3w8zMMjcoPi9y4TP_Ac6QU3gUPi58lF-KGmFB71_zp-zrIVF3knilgbUVU/s320/DSCN7834.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5500285678317390274" /></a><div style="text-align: center;">"The beast rises up on top of Matt's car.....and pees off the side!" Nathan said. He just got done peeing off my car.</div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiM-4saQGz8G1aAQuQbNokhdURwZMv3cnMLxRnb-OlCX_pbki72zuWNboVKmt6P88mT841HeLr2ocqFrdDZYj4l0yb8aisyw8ZN4aklvyl3lObf72NDR9UJ9tHs8pegYTBNK5IeoycGSJK3/s1600/DSCN7724.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 186px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiM-4saQGz8G1aAQuQbNokhdURwZMv3cnMLxRnb-OlCX_pbki72zuWNboVKmt6P88mT841HeLr2ocqFrdDZYj4l0yb8aisyw8ZN4aklvyl3lObf72NDR9UJ9tHs8pegYTBNK5IeoycGSJK3/s320/DSCN7724.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5500285667982097570" /></a><div style="text-align: center;">Up waterfall canyon, see if you can find Daniel and an upside down pine tree.</div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEilP3noADsGxVvCqSjXR0G05xfCXL5u2FJCF79bvgVgtlLCeFzDdCgfkJBg3h7SVzxc9cV0NovVs7tU4-6tjM1K3C8i4VnU6Q3wgC3Uo2uneFmui0JGGctNWVzfyTQDI1Q2vDSBu0LrB750/s1600/DSCN7627.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEilP3noADsGxVvCqSjXR0G05xfCXL5u2FJCF79bvgVgtlLCeFzDdCgfkJBg3h7SVzxc9cV0NovVs7tU4-6tjM1K3C8i4VnU6Q3wgC3Uo2uneFmui0JGGctNWVzfyTQDI1Q2vDSBu0LrB750/s320/DSCN7627.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5500285658547429890" /></a><div style="text-align: center;">A flower that looks like the fourth of July.</div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhbCoMlALGoChwH08J_COQJF3X72zg-ahWfJ5o8nDKLJIkS_DmiFxZTycJ2wpqIBo8zVJH59YlSbZOX7rQ06_XbkDff7Buc6Gt62WMgkZpiy-WdGYR_UBj_AUZa8sVSj2_FTGZSaoen7Kat/s1600/DSCN7450.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhbCoMlALGoChwH08J_COQJF3X72zg-ahWfJ5o8nDKLJIkS_DmiFxZTycJ2wpqIBo8zVJH59YlSbZOX7rQ06_XbkDff7Buc6Gt62WMgkZpiy-WdGYR_UBj_AUZa8sVSj2_FTGZSaoen7Kat/s320/DSCN7450.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5500279749000701986" /></a><div style="text-align: center;">Upper pallisades lake</div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgfbXz_T_fftCPJTG5EeGRq_kHDwmBeEtUv2nVUnorFynSlafEUcel89GE8dmWbprjFtuz8ZBBSEmI6zr1YUfjHZ5Yi0x7Rb0f3hwWIBYpqj7jsho19V8_VPykY_AJV6ue5Phvswjwta-HW/s1600/DSCN7419.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgfbXz_T_fftCPJTG5EeGRq_kHDwmBeEtUv2nVUnorFynSlafEUcel89GE8dmWbprjFtuz8ZBBSEmI6zr1YUfjHZ5Yi0x7Rb0f3hwWIBYpqj7jsho19V8_VPykY_AJV6ue5Phvswjwta-HW/s320/DSCN7419.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5500279739214416706" /></a><div style="text-align: center;">The boys on the hike. We found t-shirts at a gas station for a dollar with dopey pictures of cats and dogs on them that said stuff like, "I love my Tabby." It was pretty awesome.</div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgoXVXKxfXx-J3WO8XrtVMHa0gmUANBWCEPq3qavXbCAsSLrpPBjz4odVVBk7OmBdHGBN4IZyK63OfoVtn_1viYtTUkCSnK7uNv-Mw6eloICip7n506BFTWVxcMAsIk_kkBNSAVwu3oqqD1/s1600/DSCN5950.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 141px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgoXVXKxfXx-J3WO8XrtVMHa0gmUANBWCEPq3qavXbCAsSLrpPBjz4odVVBk7OmBdHGBN4IZyK63OfoVtn_1viYtTUkCSnK7uNv-Mw6eloICip7n506BFTWVxcMAsIk_kkBNSAVwu3oqqD1/s320/DSCN5950.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5500279732674901858" /></a><div style="text-align: center;">Brent and I did quiet a bit of climbing this summer too.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgtQrk9tjGIGe5a7ETtuc6Fs5u5TUfkCVG1LKui8wztVgpFrTiTuOjhRvOQ-TSviKSILy_GWHXhGsCncw3yDUo5vqZVbKvUT_Z9yMPQG-yQYl1l8i_CivasD3TdDhZRsk0HXko1aGyHdUEZ/s320/DSCN7923.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5500285686243722578" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px; " /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; ">Here is my family up on Table Mountain right before I left to go to Arizona. The guy you might not recognixe in the orange is my sister's boyfriend, Klint. He is a great guy.</span></div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh0uCdjwvCCZAplmamUhD7I9-CAtD8j5L5UbE2lWw7ZNKGZZqzFBug3rY4ih6wlTZGtilIuvERp6zyPggBZRiLclJpMkZ4m6XvietcnRdNLSE1eqkmMtnYulP4gjwKdxfgFDVZ1BX6j3sa7/s1600/DSCF0883.JPG"></a></div></div></div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-941075192308324908.post-25349992342081625832010-04-24T10:45:00.001-07:002010-04-24T11:33:56.076-07:00<div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi1Nyobw2ZbeVX5OJ40WlFnpRpJBZP70HRoySmW3Q-vohTR5JTYmjfDqbnvQDD2Ghzf8m8DmAmJqKo9mfmHyx7WRJZmxbgpV_C_TSrjm3_qXyWPl7aPjsqbL6T6n7YDxkpnLRxnjP1gIqu1/s1600/DSCN5517.JPG"></a><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgqkXBH220GKkT-SEjubMLhQz89tNO_yRY0B_ZuctAxSrs3kVzYG2Zx9YlgOdxBxmkag4K9ML3TC-reRiGDq9AussyTzmrNLIgyI7Muv5mLqiWvHOnzumQpoot4zdseX_o9i8hBY_WWK0Or/s1600/DSCN5575.JPG"></a>Hello again,<div><br /></div><div>I don't have any pictures to post for this post.....well, maybe I will throw some in on the end.</div><div>I have graduated from BYU-Idaho in the past few weeks, this time it was real. Last time it was a fake graduation and I walked and did all that but the next semester I still had to finish my degree....it worked though.</div><div>I set a goal to run a marathon and I am training to run the Dam marathon in June. Training for it is simply a measure of my tenacity right now. The running makes me so tired and it takes time, which I have a lot of lately anyways. It is a rewarding feeling after those long runs, it's a feeling of accomplishment. </div><div>I am preparing to go to medical school and working. I used to have a job at the hospital but had to look for other options because of budget cuts and I was the lowest ranking in seniority, so......story as old as time. Boy meets job and things are going well, job get's anxious about money and what it's friends will say, doesn't break it off completely but offers boy part/side work time, boy leaves. Good news though, I am headed back up to the ranch in Victor to work for the summer. It is a great job if I can get an allergy med that will stop my face from rebelling against the trees.</div><div>I went to California to meet up for the first anual/semi-anual/bianual/trianual (?) friendly reunion. We are not sure how often it would conveign so I added all those titles. My college roomates Tyson, Tyler, and Brett and their families all came. I remembered that, "oh yeah, we are huge geeks." and then I marveled that those geeks got married. There is hope for me yet. We went to the beaches, San Diego Zoo, Balboa park, the bay and had a lot of good foods, conversations and laughs. </div><div>Other than that my life has been semi-uneventful and things are going well. Graduation feels funny. I am growing a beard while I am still living in Rexburg for the next couple of days (maybe weeks, but we'll see). Most of the time people don't say much but every once in a while you can tell someone I am talking to is thinking, "oh, he should shave....THE HONOR CODE!" 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I was really releived to find out. It was a uniquely fortunate experience I think. First of all, I got a letter from Midwestern in late November to invite me to an interveiw.<div>I got online and signed up really fast to find out when the interview dates were. I was interviewing at two different school, DMU (Iowa) and OCPM (Ohio) the 7th and 9th of december....respectively. My options for interview dates were the 10th or the 17th. AZ was my first option so I decided finally to reschedule my interview in Ohio and interview in AZ the 10th, or so I thought. I don't know if it was my clumsy fingers or the over excitement to get invited there (because the night i got invited to interview I was really excited) to interview that made me not think straight, but I mistakenly clicked the 17th....not the 10th. Regardless of what I did, I thought I scheduled the 10th and I even bought plane tickets the same night to Arizona for the 10th. I went along in life not thinking too much about it, went down to the interview with a friend who was interviewing on the same day and we walked into the admissions building and talked to the lady there and told her our names. Nate, my friend, had a name tag sitting there for him and there were a few others but none of them said Matt Cline, Shelley ID...I was patient and thinking, oh this was their mistake, it will be fixed in like 2 minutes when she realizes what has happened. But I told her my name and information and she got onto the computer and told me, "your interview is for the 17th, you are not supposed to be here until next week..." I was mortified, stupified, horrified by the thought that I showed up to one of, possibly the most influential inerviews of my life on the wrong day! She said that she would just add me to the schedule and not to worry about it. Well, to make a short story long, I worried about it. I went into the next room and drank about five of their free grape juices from their admissions fridge and who knows how many individually wrapped candies.</div><div>I sat there thinking to myself how best to play this hand of cards that I messed up with a poorly placed episode of absent mindedness. It was all I could think about and I decided to not act like I had done anything wrong. Treat it like it was not anyone's fault, not mine, not the school's, and for sure I was not going to bring it up to anyone. That would be the kiss of death. I didn't know if the admission's council knew that I had done it, but I am pretty sure that they had to of known. They were probably reading all of the other student's applications and the secretary comes in and throws down my application on the table and says something like, "here's another one from an idiot that doesn't know how to comb his hair or read a calander." In my imagination she was kind of critical. They had to know I came the wrong day, but like I said, I was NOT going to bring it up.</div><div>So the interview came and went. I felt good about it and the school. As the day came up that they met together to make the decisions about the students that interviewed the week before I sent emails to all of the professors that interviewed me and told them thank you and probably a few other things to make myself look gracious and worthy of a seat in their program. I mentioned how I read the entire packet given to me and listed as many things that I liked about the facilities, faculty, student body, and atmosphere that I expereinced at their school. Then the next day I was informed that I was put on their waiting list. Those are some of the most crushing words I have ever read in my life. I was also wait listed at the school in Iowa. I obviously worried about my application, was it my grades? was it my interview? was it because I was an idiot and came the wrong day? But I made a plan to immediatley begin to find more people to send letters of recommendation out to them and shadow more podiatrists to show this school that I was still serious about becoming a podiatrist. So I did, I set up a time to meet with a podiatrist in Rexburg, I emailed a podiatrist I know in Boise, I talked to two professors at school to have them write letters for me, and I prayed a lot.</div><div>Almost an entire month to the day had passed and I was getting ready to leave for my rescheduled interview in Ohio (not really the school I wanted to go to, but still a great program). It was a Monday and I was packing to leave for Ohio that night and fly out the next morning. While I was packing I tried to distract myself for a bit by checking my email and inbetween some homework assignment emails from my teachers was an email from a Dr. Thoms in AZ and I was not expecting what I read. I had to read it twice or three times to realize that this is how the best news I have heard in reaching any goal in my life so far would come, silently in an email with the subject heading of </div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" font-weight: bold; white-space: pre; font-family:Arial, Arial, Helvetica;">Acceptance to Arizona Podiatric Medicine Program</span></div><div> and said;</div><div><br /></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEimz_9CW8Y32txwJPS5whmd7F2plU1I82tnJdg8bwlwPKKzE_jq5BuYsqFddCpOhg_Wgsmed4Vf26sL0crYOThvVmAvKlOMF7P-JI0oh5RL9dAEFmFIT-IJekFbcgOVoUcaLwrRr9tlZH7G/s400/seal.gif" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5437191006160280338" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 113px; height: 110px; " /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" ;font-family:'Comic Sans MS', Arial, Helvetica;font-size:15px;">Matthew,</span></div><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" ;font-family:Tahoma, Arial, Helvetica;font-size:11px;"><div style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; "><span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:100%;"><span style=" ;font-size:12pt;"><span style="font-family:Comic Sans MS;font-size:85%;"><span style=" ;font-size:11pt;"> </span></span></span></span></div><div style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; "><span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:100%;"><span style=" ;font-size:12pt;"><span style="font-family:Comic Sans MS;font-size:85%;"><span style=" ;font-size:11pt;">Congratulations! You’ve been accepted to the Arizona Podiatric Medicine Program for the Class of 2014. We had another committee meeting today, and the committee re-evaluated your application and is now offering an acceptance. I hope you will consider attending AZPod.</span></span></span></span></div><div style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'Comic Sans MS', Arial, Helvetica;font-size:130%;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:15px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" ;font-family:Tahoma, Arial, Helvetica;font-size:11px;"><div style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'Comic Sans MS', Arial, Helvetica;font-size:130%;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:15px;"><br /></span></span></div><div style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; "><span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:100%;"><span style=" ;font-size:12pt;"><span style="font-family:Comic Sans MS;font-size:85%;"><span style=" ;font-size:11pt;">You will be receiving an official letter in the mail within the next week. Within the next few days, you can access information concerning the matriculation agreement and deposit information from our internet site. If you go to </span></span><a href="https://bl2prd0102.outlook.com/owa/UrlBlockedError.aspx" target="_blank"><span style="font-family:Comic Sans MS;font-size:85%;"><span style=" ;font-size:11pt;">www.midwestern.edu</span></span></a><span style="font-family:Comic Sans MS;font-size:85%;"><span style=" ;font-size:11pt;">there is a link ‘mwunet’, which will then take you to your logon page.</span></span></span></span></div><div style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; "><span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:100%;"><span style=" ;font-size:12pt;"><span style="font-family:Comic Sans MS;font-size:85%;"><span style=" ;font-size:11pt;"> </span></span></span></span></div><div style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; "><span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:100%;"><span style=" ;font-size:12pt;"><span style="font-family:Comic Sans MS;font-size:85%;"><span style=" ;font-size:11pt;">If you have any questions, please don’t hesitate to email or phone me. Again, Congratulations!</span></span></span></span></div><div style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; "><span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:100%;"><span style=" ;font-size:12pt;"><span style="font-family:Comic Sans MS;font-size:85%;"><span style=" ;font-size:11pt;"> </span></span></span></span></div><div style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; "><span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:100%;"><span style=" ;font-size:12pt;"><span style="font-family:Comic Sans MS;font-size:85%;"><span style=" ;font-size:11pt;">Look forward to hearing from you,</span></span></span></span></div><div style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; "><span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:100%;"><span style=" ;font-size:12pt;"><span style="font-family:Comic Sans MS;font-size:85%;"><span style=" ;font-size:11pt;">Dr Thoms</span></span></span></span></div></span></span></span></div><div style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'Comic Sans MS', Arial, Helvetica;font-size:130%;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:15px;"><br /></span></span></div><div style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'Comic Sans MS', Arial, Helvetica;font-size:130%;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:15px;">SO I could hardly process what had happened at that point but finally was able to think about what was going on and I accepted online immediately, sent a thank you email that simply read, thank you, thank you, thank you, thank you, this is terrific news! and then I cancelled my flight to Ohio. I had got into the school I wanted so why spend the time and money to go to Ohio. Although I almost just used the tickets anyway to go to Cleveland and visit the Rock and Roll Hall of Fame.</span></span></div><div style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'Comic Sans MS', Arial, Helvetica;font-size:130%;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:15px;"><br /></span></span></div></span>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-941075192308324908.post-59268385146739155492009-11-04T14:32:00.001-08:002009-11-04T14:34:03.460-08:00Hi folks, I have finally got my podiatry school applications all in. Well mostly, except the letters of recommendation. I have them, they are just not sent. I am kinda nervous...and I am broke. If I get an interview I will spend all of my money to get there and starve while there but be dressed in a suit and a good hair cut.Unknownnoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-941075192308324908.post-85071804085345282972009-08-22T00:40:00.000-07:002010-07-19T21:00:01.363-07:00Sky Mountain Ranch<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhjEZtxKAtjY9tTIG9-50J1ozJAndojN8jEYAKc7VKj3GRGmWyrqLBOYKy5uEE8evc6LMy_FjG-mQYr7nX0j3CNnyvOMsaIoex9q2QNMiYduepFbCPhOboyoyDi_DwMZUfFVe6Y39dWiu-R/s1600-h/DSCN3145.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 223px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhjEZtxKAtjY9tTIG9-50J1ozJAndojN8jEYAKc7VKj3GRGmWyrqLBOYKy5uEE8evc6LMy_FjG-mQYr7nX0j3CNnyvOMsaIoex9q2QNMiYduepFbCPhOboyoyDi_DwMZUfFVe6Y39dWiu-R/s400/DSCN3145.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5372697485605789906" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjJup6Td1PxSBxcU0OGJhY424_6Z6KdRfSG8aw4lt34JoJfQfnPDkNDIMNvh7BenAKkkJQdra7vYo7geMvdqLDRS5qYoh3HKS5osQ07hq6wZg879tl-joxm_eIyhsoZ-EQyq5IQ6Pz3u-hJ/s1600-h/DSCN3172.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjJup6Td1PxSBxcU0OGJhY424_6Z6KdRfSG8aw4lt34JoJfQfnPDkNDIMNvh7BenAKkkJQdra7vYo7geMvdqLDRS5qYoh3HKS5osQ07hq6wZg879tl-joxm_eIyhsoZ-EQyq5IQ6Pz3u-hJ/s400/DSCN3172.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5372697480011625970" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiG-23TxCrl5iYUaWczdknp8B6-8H6dsnbk8Rn3Udi2-YQgAzdsTna6eUs1odoRlHLfSQx3tamJBgmUarZCkr2pwroMn7w-BrrUK7i9Z9k0C0eNVAtzbXlD1u7LTafT4Pz_ibjokSXa5iKR/s1600-h/DSCN3119.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiG-23TxCrl5iYUaWczdknp8B6-8H6dsnbk8Rn3Udi2-YQgAzdsTna6eUs1odoRlHLfSQx3tamJBgmUarZCkr2pwroMn7w-BrrUK7i9Z9k0C0eNVAtzbXlD1u7LTafT4Pz_ibjokSXa5iKR/s400/DSCN3119.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5372697470820005538" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg5Q8NTkX7SKoO7nP7yeTWXRxnHu_CT4maIvuVluuIeP-s3sU-IAr10JomUg-0OZvpYfmw-jbtFPqrBlf-3bcYtFefRSOCtQ6jH5mRbHJSHW_H5g6EfpmTbbWlEwdv3jJ4ee4vRCxsi7pwm/s1600-h/DSCN3079.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg5Q8NTkX7SKoO7nP7yeTWXRxnHu_CT4maIvuVluuIeP-s3sU-IAr10JomUg-0OZvpYfmw-jbtFPqrBlf-3bcYtFefRSOCtQ6jH5mRbHJSHW_H5g6EfpmTbbWlEwdv3jJ4ee4vRCxsi7pwm/s400/DSCN3079.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5372696533809663586" /></a><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#0000EE;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="text-decoration: underline;"><br /></span></span></div><br />The first two weeks of August I spent my time up in Victor Idaho as a mentor for the Boy's Ranch that is up there. It is always so good to be there. I feel like it is a spiritual catalyst and it really hehelps me to put my life and other things into perspective. <div>The boys up there this time were great and I heard so many many funny things from them. I wish I could hang out with those kids more but the two weeks is over and I think their parents would ththink badly of an adult asking if he could come pick up their kids to hang out...and they'd be justified. </div><div>Up at the ranch we do many things to help in the process of growing and learning. A lot of that is in the work that the boys do up there. We cook all of the meals ourselves, which is a big job to feed 40 people. Each bunk house takes turns doing the meals and then another bunk house will take their turn cleaning up after the meals. It is great to learn how to cook some too. Then there are animals up there for us to take care of. The Goats need milked, "but what for" you may ask and I have the same question. I guess just to milk them, we throw it to the pigs usually and they love it. Then there are also lots of other jobs on a ranch that need done. My favorite one to do was move the irrigation pipe. I moved pipe for four summers growing up and I love telling those boys war stories of when I used to move pipe. The pipe I moved were bigger, the lines were longer, the flies not only bit us but they kicked us too, the days were hotter, the bike ride to the feild was miles and miles....that sort of thing. I don't think they believe half of what I say, but I don't blame them.</div><div>There is a place in the valley that sells huckelberry milk shakes and a big part of being a mentor is constantly being nagged about going down to get a shake and equally denying their requests. The shop is called the emporium, but we call it the Implorium, cause they are forever asking to go down and waste their money. We give in every once in a while and it is fun, but dang those milk shakes are expensive. I don't even like the huckelberry shakes. I always get the banana milk shake and then I go to the front of the store and grab a reese's peanut butter cup and take it back to the milk shake counter and tell them, "smash this bad boy up there, would ya?" And they do, and I love it.</div><div>My favorite part of the two weeks is the backpack trip. This time I got to go to the palisades lakes. They are really pretty at sunset and sunrise.</div><div>Then at the end of camp all of the bunk house groups built an animal. The animals turned out looking really awesome actually. I was really stoked at how awesome they looked. But they were thrown together super fast, like one night and I am not sure that the moose my group built stood through it's entire first night. Oh well, I got some good pictures while it lasted.</div><div>One of the most important things we do up there is the spiritual connections we help the boys make. We look for lessons in nature where we can learn from it's example and the boys teach each other. The boys always have such good insights and thoughts to teach, it is great. </div><div><br /></div><div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgjs9Q5FfN0fWxC6Yix2CHd8hqQhHFrGevZspRXirLfTpYvrSfY0I4VnwGEVEg0EMcUCkjVe9VEvoov2H_3TOF2mo9BoYBvBqch3M4kOC1GnWr0lqMPy4mftb4NQ2QM3JnzQ27CzIBRPr_Y/s1600-h/DSCN3103.JPG"><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgjs9Q5FfN0fWxC6Yix2CHd8hqQhHFrGevZspRXirLfTpYvrSfY0I4VnwGEVEg0EMcUCkjVe9VEvoov2H_3TOF2mo9BoYBvBqch3M4kOC1GnWr0lqMPy4mftb4NQ2QM3JnzQ27CzIBRPr_Y/s200/DSCN3103.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5372696077827037618" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px; " /></a></div><div><br /></div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-941075192308324908.post-57948157907483939432009-06-29T23:40:00.000-07:002009-06-30T00:11:53.878-07:00To Portland for Chris's Baptism<div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgG64fxqShPiEI4juTS8_UxTX4DnP22UXLq2YfN5yKdHVJXmYSkUpi_JiYSaozqLOznfmmc3ob5V3uVQNBEzky9CyFkaBrK1flYe7VBlgk1YQAnqGNr5_R6FSbMvf-sEhLK6JhYC0RBLTsg/s1600-h/DSCN2811.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgG64fxqShPiEI4juTS8_UxTX4DnP22UXLq2YfN5yKdHVJXmYSkUpi_JiYSaozqLOznfmmc3ob5V3uVQNBEzky9CyFkaBrK1flYe7VBlgk1YQAnqGNr5_R6FSbMvf-sEhLK6JhYC0RBLTsg/s320/DSCN2811.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5353008171025194850" /></a><div style="text-align: center;">My little sister Lisa at the scenic overlook on the way to Portland.</div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhGuoqc2z8GJYw6h3tVZ7dy34N1zKNUEjdhR4hbHSRxS4xj9Zgwv66NNtRG_RcqiaGM2h5U2TREoLWZi1CVSG6WYerUcd5UU7zKt8oy0NvFRBNrFuv4sp_DW8EUpJdlScFmDH2E9tD2jdLA/s1600-h/DSCN2844.JPG"><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhGuoqc2z8GJYw6h3tVZ7dy34N1zKNUEjdhR4hbHSRxS4xj9Zgwv66NNtRG_RcqiaGM2h5U2TREoLWZi1CVSG6WYerUcd5UU7zKt8oy0NvFRBNrFuv4sp_DW8EUpJdlScFmDH2E9tD2jdLA/s200/DSCN2844.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5353010807774792578" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px; " /></a><div style="text-align: center;">Lisa knows how to party, just give her some strawberries.</div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgjqwbVx6phCTeTkKHgcb0qYpmb6JEkQ1h2fvPHjcLd3L0bHOIjOqiUmsPvfdPRjn_fZmdXN4iSk2x90L2hCf70WuIwefgJVRK2O_aicGWS3mc-bNu2u1h7-RLLXMrf_BwGMtwdw8Ko_3Xj/s1600-h/DSCN2827.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgjqwbVx6phCTeTkKHgcb0qYpmb6JEkQ1h2fvPHjcLd3L0bHOIjOqiUmsPvfdPRjn_fZmdXN4iSk2x90L2hCf70WuIwefgJVRK2O_aicGWS3mc-bNu2u1h7-RLLXMrf_BwGMtwdw8Ko_3Xj/s320/DSCN2827.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5353008163764078818" /></a><div><br /><div style="text-align: center;">A new friend we made at the scenic overlook, he was not very good at posing and this is probably the third time we made him sit right there and I finally got the picture that stole his SOUL!</div><div><br /></div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhmEAAaPZI4y8xmvckNXphQDqGhA3eYaGmYrpBq_Z7CUSrmXYEi6GzhBav400fBSraWLkd_DhW8gYUYp2ZcCYUovOH11O0LLS9j1SvIzb5RKXXwDU0aFHnBaFQO-7HEpPQVk3ZQuB0UHRq6/s1600-h/DSCN2836.JPG"><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhmEAAaPZI4y8xmvckNXphQDqGhA3eYaGmYrpBq_Z7CUSrmXYEi6GzhBav400fBSraWLkd_DhW8gYUYp2ZcCYUovOH11O0LLS9j1SvIzb5RKXXwDU0aFHnBaFQO-7HEpPQVk3ZQuB0UHRq6/s200/DSCN2836.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5353010792228748194" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px; " /></a><div style="text-align: center;">All the family that came for Chris's Baptism. All my family and then Mike's parents Rolf and Pam.</div><div><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhBWcHu_f1y0F0GF5qK5vH-EZqADuNhTRsezVINTMSgFiYqk892V45XcyZmiF8rjKfpejivnbRt5YZjo_J4eWkqaenx_1sW8ObfndI_JEKgkP1Y_j-J6uQXLt2bAPF2ijxFd7mrvPUWjwjr/s1600-h/DSCN2806.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhBWcHu_f1y0F0GF5qK5vH-EZqADuNhTRsezVINTMSgFiYqk892V45XcyZmiF8rjKfpejivnbRt5YZjo_J4eWkqaenx_1sW8ObfndI_JEKgkP1Y_j-J6uQXLt2bAPF2ijxFd7mrvPUWjwjr/s320/DSCN2806.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5353008158249045250" /></a><div><br /><div style="text-align: center;">Mine Mom and mine sister.</div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgEeM1ZKFG6iiT9PHlrTUFOZtHnbXku-nSVd-u9wtLCuV-k1hZ0KHY0JpF59T2HfVfOFPhouse3htvUaSeFM2GZD2ws4DL1Cw3A5RoMRjzgh-MAPRSMZsVfpVllzhDAdJdFCFW5zl2p_0eO/s1600-h/DSCN2833.JPG"><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgEeM1ZKFG6iiT9PHlrTUFOZtHnbXku-nSVd-u9wtLCuV-k1hZ0KHY0JpF59T2HfVfOFPhouse3htvUaSeFM2GZD2ws4DL1Cw3A5RoMRjzgh-MAPRSMZsVfpVllzhDAdJdFCFW5zl2p_0eO/s200/DSCN2833.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5353010790076445922" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px; " /></a><div style="text-align: center;">Father and Son.</div></div><div><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg_JPAvfE2NP2tHOuXIIn6fsJ07kkhxt7HJGdIE6V2nSq0tDgooKetN_K7dg_FLPm3HmXNdWHT5JmDncLeCBFUeJOoljdqmhwjpPEImpI3slSr7sKIhb1RvX5ibJgqtte7_5HTpre71IzU1/s1600-h/DSCN2832.JPG"><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg_JPAvfE2NP2tHOuXIIn6fsJ07kkhxt7HJGdIE6V2nSq0tDgooKetN_K7dg_FLPm3HmXNdWHT5JmDncLeCBFUeJOoljdqmhwjpPEImpI3slSr7sKIhb1RvX5ibJgqtte7_5HTpre71IzU1/s320/DSCN2832.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5353008174631724354" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px; " /></a></div><div><br /><div style="text-align: center;">We went bowling for Chris's Birthday, you can't really see his smaller shoes but he is in there along with Sarah, Lisa, and Dad.</div></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhP0LLsdtrrcV85RS734NeYh7in5oCufGxj5LvkvYXxmZwexJm5Jn8s1wdJ0X3CV9aJSXaVB3okN3n-f5kXVbAc9C2xt-7r7g_dLwyAFNIad04FQ1KS3gObnbOIp_Nk2FX8ucsfuZ5i0kbw/s1600-h/DSCN2847.JPG"><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhP0LLsdtrrcV85RS734NeYh7in5oCufGxj5LvkvYXxmZwexJm5Jn8s1wdJ0X3CV9aJSXaVB3okN3n-f5kXVbAc9C2xt-7r7g_dLwyAFNIad04FQ1KS3gObnbOIp_Nk2FX8ucsfuZ5i0kbw/s200/DSCN2847.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5353010812497430306" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px; " /></a><div style="text-align: center;">Soccer ball cake, my favorite!</div></div><div><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhDzxVReY8Q9oUXDg5oJcG9k1z8kFEWYhomXAjrQVujnVElqSsRWtZf5Oyjd0kv2NAna-6_gOq9_zNDKi31dpMZPqB9dlvdATohlS2BPv9vT9k4GNVweWcUFiJHCH0T8ddh59iwEZit6aEl/s1600-h/DSCN2840.JPG"><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhDzxVReY8Q9oUXDg5oJcG9k1z8kFEWYhomXAjrQVujnVElqSsRWtZf5Oyjd0kv2NAna-6_gOq9_zNDKi31dpMZPqB9dlvdATohlS2BPv9vT9k4GNVweWcUFiJHCH0T8ddh59iwEZit6aEl/s320/DSCN2840.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5353008179748229202" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px; " /></a></div><div><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">My Sister has a guy that is in her ward that served in the same mission as my dad and he had a yearbook thing that my Dad's picture was in. He liked it. It was pretty cool. It was lucky for my Dad to even have made it because the night before we left he got ultra sick from some food poisoning and was in a real bad way. We are all so lucky he got to make it and that he didn't puke in the car either.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiCyCTb08Y7Da9Tod3fcVcAYhDC8-ayFtmWAyTCYcmAMqFqNwgPCrY3CmOggB2bVZvGDfWRtl-5nTbvkT8lBl96Reda-61BZLuaq0k3c2h4tODxp8889hhYnmpeJGQ80buMq_T39QckdL8S/s1600-h/DSCN2838.JPG"><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiCyCTb08Y7Da9Tod3fcVcAYhDC8-ayFtmWAyTCYcmAMqFqNwgPCrY3CmOggB2bVZvGDfWRtl-5nTbvkT8lBl96Reda-61BZLuaq0k3c2h4tODxp8889hhYnmpeJGQ80buMq_T39QckdL8S/s200/DSCN2838.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5353010803702363746" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px; " /></a>My Mom and Dad's first grandson to be baptized, they real happy.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;">All in all it was a really fun trip, I slept most of the way back from Portland, pretty much all of the drive through Oregon and a bunch of Idaho. We also stopped at Hagerman where my Dad grew up and saw some of his family, I didn't get photos there though. Then we went to an old fish hatchery. I will get a video of that on here soon.</div></div></div></div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-941075192308324908.post-10295825755817194372009-06-22T10:00:00.000-07:002009-06-30T00:18:31.437-07:00Yellowstone, a little bit of a soggy day.<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj_st0X9_rtB3k0YeysDnO5sUc0cg59rUhPyxXM7sk04AMF6tXvoFEAS8GET8Vsc943fgPai_wmcL-ctxxLmbGDMmWhKP1yqq2CCdT_pCg5zHovxPcZWDpvmj5XR1_T0i2JYbyJk-IfLvmc/s1600-h/DSCN2764.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj_st0X9_rtB3k0YeysDnO5sUc0cg59rUhPyxXM7sk04AMF6tXvoFEAS8GET8Vsc943fgPai_wmcL-ctxxLmbGDMmWhKP1yqq2CCdT_pCg5zHovxPcZWDpvmj5XR1_T0i2JYbyJk-IfLvmc/s400/DSCN2764.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5353016291506809410" /></a><div style="text-align: center;">A big pot of bubbling, smelly, wonder. Eggs, maybe that is the smell, sick baby diaper would be my second comparison.</div><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjDLn4E9qtcmN8S1jG8Mqc5aT9TY_5UHpzhsvVJMdmMs3MahlVNAcaY-bN-PpjuZXjuUbpFsFAjstijHcrwiHzIJdJyZBC1dbpxc_nJfKhVLUWraxHYlZj1jfQZ2EnrZ9sTRUKE4yCwVaDJ/s400/DSCN2756.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5350262710951719154" /><div style="text-align: center;">A little bit of rain clinging on for a little bit longer.</div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh9qfbk8DP3QRTLNvOe7Kjwjl82VLvPTP8vaogPA2P_sD3NpH6vvF-_fv9SGgHsjRY4blcInGPIAk9R8-8hvshz2APhVt66TNgEX-68o-W-W0SWeHL9da5Rd3Wd_e0maNhl6vhgVa701xME/s1600-h/DSCN2790.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 212px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh9qfbk8DP3QRTLNvOe7Kjwjl82VLvPTP8vaogPA2P_sD3NpH6vvF-_fv9SGgHsjRY4blcInGPIAk9R8-8hvshz2APhVt66TNgEX-68o-W-W0SWeHL9da5Rd3Wd_e0maNhl6vhgVa701xME/s400/DSCN2790.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5350262700649990546" /></a><div><div style="text-align: center;">I used some different white balance and got this cool reflection photo. It reminds me of the shape of sound samples when you record music.</div><div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg6MjdXfK4Bjj5JtwoNcJ0pDqKhhR3LmAz_aE6GLjF9c-b4-STwjoqUoYjr-G58Ct8QYSyFq-88BIek3ZeyOewlF9Lqr85v3dNUQnoR0CpJOMpn2LQzovT1vvXM9YDRUrg_0RDwaEdHinog/s1600-h/DSCN2767.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg6MjdXfK4Bjj5JtwoNcJ0pDqKhhR3LmAz_aE6GLjF9c-b4-STwjoqUoYjr-G58Ct8QYSyFq-88BIek3ZeyOewlF9Lqr85v3dNUQnoR0CpJOMpn2LQzovT1vvXM9YDRUrg_0RDwaEdHinog/s400/DSCN2767.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5350261286801923682" /></a><div style="text-align: center;">Because of the rain there was a lot of sharp contrast everywhere and it looked so bold everywhere you would look.</div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj1km_X-8j856NvsoGDEZwf_deA0PmMFbYvOVMztUWSmqyHisV-9QlF4NuEsW40WEzsx3ZUN8Yi_tACHdACDZMd8YP67b0a95yp2xWhBsD-aPv-2aPqc_Wvs1CHVBt7L_I6c1OATrRWqNLS/s1600-h/DSCN2762.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj1km_X-8j856NvsoGDEZwf_deA0PmMFbYvOVMztUWSmqyHisV-9QlF4NuEsW40WEzsx3ZUN8Yi_tACHdACDZMd8YP67b0a95yp2xWhBsD-aPv-2aPqc_Wvs1CHVBt7L_I6c1OATrRWqNLS/s400/DSCN2762.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5350261279053233762" /></a><div style="text-align: center;">...and then pass through...the BARREN FEILD!</div><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgsr7u7RLnFtPSJor5_ASTaHatx1q1t98iOADXHXwKtJqbr-Eo_v9KLeygs06tBBC_HtPh140duM34puG0krWwpA3grtvfQfkK3ZGHVMLYM_p3qgt-ZEJrKk-siymALmdCc4PEPdhsizi0Y/s1600-h/DSCN2752.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgsr7u7RLnFtPSJor5_ASTaHatx1q1t98iOADXHXwKtJqbr-Eo_v9KLeygs06tBBC_HtPh140duM34puG0krWwpA3grtvfQfkK3ZGHVMLYM_p3qgt-ZEJrKk-siymALmdCc4PEPdhsizi0Y/s400/DSCN2752.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5350261269147731458" /></a><div style="text-align: center;">Among all the white rocks this one decided it wanted to be green, so it did. Props rock, not pop rocks but props, rock.</div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjanuxWO_eKtfG_XS2Ets7mP2CwaiUq4asN_pePDGft0lW1OMtFOVT66_UEkpjkwG7l_vjjYGh8dzM26SAxr0qr3d7hTbyP_S3YJy4xhOmgoPZ5WNVnHgwnXNN1EKzszqVtFhdFLV5Y_ILP/s1600-h/DSCN2748.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjanuxWO_eKtfG_XS2Ets7mP2CwaiUq4asN_pePDGft0lW1OMtFOVT66_UEkpjkwG7l_vjjYGh8dzM26SAxr0qr3d7hTbyP_S3YJy4xhOmgoPZ5WNVnHgwnXNN1EKzszqVtFhdFLV5Y_ILP/s400/DSCN2748.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5350261260660369010" /></a><div style="text-align: center;">I think this is an old indian trail marker, go up.</div><div><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhMD_x-Vk6Rr0lwWoMZEEWK-uDB-5R8NbnMDRlMzF2QfzvonQzuEfouBDI2iMbn8IwIl9mYECc1q8GtU0NSvhJvUr8PZv81-z7jT3xavwR1y_HNxuZqo1hKuCILFr4TLLGpYX28nVMJC7HG/s1600-h/DSCN2782.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhMD_x-Vk6Rr0lwWoMZEEWK-uDB-5R8NbnMDRlMzF2QfzvonQzuEfouBDI2iMbn8IwIl9mYECc1q8GtU0NSvhJvUr8PZv81-z7jT3xavwR1y_HNxuZqo1hKuCILFr4TLLGpYX28nVMJC7HG/s400/DSCN2782.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5350200483066191922" /></a><div><div style="text-align: center;">Don't drink water that smells like this.</div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgL0KZatSu3NQp0e41403igiy0c3xpqC5Vrj3X39x_gxWzDwYzTPa8M-lPc7zD-2-sW7670N6nVuBsYgUQTLnRuAFvnHPi4arXigrsF2LJb2zOUMepyPgh0sCyCBDgOWKMrj-zN4XxyEs9K/s1600-h/DSCN2728.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgL0KZatSu3NQp0e41403igiy0c3xpqC5Vrj3X39x_gxWzDwYzTPa8M-lPc7zD-2-sW7670N6nVuBsYgUQTLnRuAFvnHPi4arXigrsF2LJb2zOUMepyPgh0sCyCBDgOWKMrj-zN4XxyEs9K/s400/DSCN2728.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5350200475701842514" /></a><div style="text-align: center;">Here is one of the shots Oliver managed to keep his eyes open for...geez Oliver.</div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj0cj9E-pjvErcUILYmzUi9FRQ-E0OZrZoGbeg7Yv70MqculpXZJfdhxyheoeZtfUyr2AR159B-IJyuhkQMLI2er9KOwzTXfZt-B0LGTTUyoanPZmhH4JdV7-uniUrgostewHZHGRuaIWWB/s1600-h/DSCN2770.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj0cj9E-pjvErcUILYmzUi9FRQ-E0OZrZoGbeg7Yv70MqculpXZJfdhxyheoeZtfUyr2AR159B-IJyuhkQMLI2er9KOwzTXfZt-B0LGTTUyoanPZmhH4JdV7-uniUrgostewHZHGRuaIWWB/s400/DSCN2770.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5350200471659873970" /></a><div style="text-align: center;">So...it was really stinky.</div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhcb7Jq7Yi38pOY9OHrAFrpxCemu7Xo95ankQ28oWnAbSS8HEhi5O-Q9-U5nWRN0oMdEuC9s_gZQ64qNfzJZ8ODE0-E1819uw5M6HM9r-3xztreE4NLhkfREyFMnd1TyuwiOYua-tGmoZZL/s1600-h/DSCN2705.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhcb7Jq7Yi38pOY9OHrAFrpxCemu7Xo95ankQ28oWnAbSS8HEhi5O-Q9-U5nWRN0oMdEuC9s_gZQ64qNfzJZ8ODE0-E1819uw5M6HM9r-3xztreE4NLhkfREyFMnd1TyuwiOYua-tGmoZZL/s400/DSCN2705.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5350200461674002290" /></a><div style="text-align: center;">Oliver and Cami</div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhcDOwXGMa1QAzk5SL345dY_Aap3dRsocrsevwgkutqSdoAE1nM476a7JgtiggGkleWfIhBaFDwPl9U7HsDuoVooaGJudtB5Xj1QmuluTq3oO15qypMvvjHwWeMQ9jk6AATwcA1lKEzMysc/s1600-h/DSCN2702.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhcDOwXGMa1QAzk5SL345dY_Aap3dRsocrsevwgkutqSdoAE1nM476a7JgtiggGkleWfIhBaFDwPl9U7HsDuoVooaGJudtB5Xj1QmuluTq3oO15qypMvvjHwWeMQ9jk6AATwcA1lKEzMysc/s400/DSCN2702.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5350200458080613346" /></a><div style="text-align: center;">Chelsea and me</div></div><div><br />I went to Yellowstone a few days ago with a few friends. It was a free day at all of the national parks in the US as part of the "stimulus package" thing. Here are some pictures. It was raining when we started our hike and it made all of the colors have incredible contrast and some of the trees looked neon almost. It was cool.</div></div><div><br /></div></div></div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-941075192308324908.post-59360321928096751572009-06-08T19:45:00.000-07:002009-06-12T20:01:10.454-07:00The Middle Teton<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhQGcfTehsGQyTvmdYBUYVDHf3nEXdoSr114UK8f9XX6B1K5CKnH6xuju30WKl9ghmEnEPGYemcY25HN6eHGM6ltObCKj4pqheWCuRhYxDdESeWHiQiHbeJdyfU5Uje6vvcbBGBj4i8F_ZG/s1600-h/n193306211_31456447_4881.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhQGcfTehsGQyTvmdYBUYVDHf3nEXdoSr114UK8f9XX6B1K5CKnH6xuju30WKl9ghmEnEPGYemcY25HN6eHGM6ltObCKj4pqheWCuRhYxDdESeWHiQiHbeJdyfU5Uje6vvcbBGBj4i8F_ZG/s400/n193306211_31456447_4881.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5346640506951706818" /></a><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiJ-sKXJEMZJ8jBnSbDMoeXeFjtqzN6zGJbQ57RAsVRAxNgOlywnaSKrNVwoWd3s7XgbNsmy10W_kF7sCegRkI_-5JJeXmWMU2yVbOVdf2KUmQAyjGKaybcunGeZ_oEQNmLcz91_ZAfgG8o/s320/DSCN2696.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5345154520148520466" style="float: right; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: 10px; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px; " /></div><div style="text-align: left;">On Saturday, June 6th I got to hike the Middle Teton, something that I have wanted to do since I was able to tie my own shoes...so around 12 or...17 or something like that. It was a big acomplishment for me and I was really glad I got the opportunity. <br /></div><div><div>So how this all came about that I ended up hiking the Middle Teton is kind of interesting. At the school I am going to you have to take a course called FA 100 and a few months ago I signed up for it for the third, or maybe even fourth semester. It is a worthless no credit hoop you have to jump through. In my opinion life could go on with out this little hang nail class. Anyways I was looking at the events list and I spent most of my time looking over to the outdoor activities instead of the fine arts I should be experiencing and saw this and decided to sign up. Tyler and Tyson were really interested in going as well but the tickets got snatched up really fast and they got left out, unfortunately. They are slow......ticket buyers.</div><div><br /></div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjXXIb4Po1BpvkAg5hnyNRW0l1jrQ9bM1vudtcijQ5Y98GTh5AUjWmk-zaXVlgyFq1epINHXJr7HLydTkRTLIeG1sUjCRTedGHChQPtaxmuKcOb5CSByL7TCxmaokbhPFPrO-ezx0MM_RI2/s1600-h/DSCN2686.JPG"><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjXXIb4Po1BpvkAg5hnyNRW0l1jrQ9bM1vudtcijQ5Y98GTh5AUjWmk-zaXVlgyFq1epINHXJr7HLydTkRTLIeG1sUjCRTedGHChQPtaxmuKcOb5CSByL7TCxmaokbhPFPrO-ezx0MM_RI2/s400/DSCN2686.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5345520499262424354" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px; " /></a><div>Thursday night before I went we had a little meeting at the ORC and the guide told us all about the equipment that we would need and then had us ask any questions that we might have. I asked him if the trip would be canceled for bad weather. He told me somehting that I will probably remember my whole life and that is "I don't believe there is such a thing as bad weather, just unprepared people." With that little peice of advice I spent a bit of time on Firday getting ready and I thought that I had gotten everything that I needed but....I had a little bit to more to learn about his little saying I suppose. I packed a wind breaker, a sweater, and poncho becaue I expected some rain and it had been up to 85 F in the valley and so I was thinking something very different compared to the rain and snow with near white out conditions we experienced. It turned out OK but I would never go up there again like that. I was like the kid that brought those little squirt guns with the trigger pump to a water fight where everyone else is packing the latest in super soaker technology, I could play but I ended up getting really wet. </div><div><br /></div><div> We left at 2:00 am and got to the trail and started hiking at 4:30 am. Two words fo that....puke......yikes.<span><span></span></span></div><div><br /></div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); "><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhUX916lPC1zwkGtAytVwcKw6xh01-fHFUysTxk9vZKtsuafYlsp7eQwqzT6zFuuqViJrk5LC9JJ3OpVUTC9T8oPDP7yr9m0cQX_wMCkpuDQLWhzjBvouSyK6_bhXQdvFANI67XKN01RSAm/s320/DSCN2689.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5345171641287089522" style="float: left; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 10px; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: 0px; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px; " /></span><div>I got to hike with crampons and an ice pick though. I thought it was really rad putting it on my pack and got that satisfying feeling I got when I first got to eat off the adult menu at Burger King, like a legitemate customer. Then once I saw the slopes we would have to use those tools on I had that destroying feeling I got once I realized there was no toy in my new "legitemate" meal. It was in words steep, slick/slushy, and 4,000 feet vertically that we had to mountaneer. We were wearing foreign foot spikes that grip verything except rocks and make it very likely to roll your ankle. Walking on the snow was like playing the lottery and if I was the unfortunate winner of the scratch card game I would go up to my crotch in snow, but just with one leg. The other leg was still really high and confused at why I chose this of all times to stretch like an Olympic hurdeler. The ice pick we were holding was tied to my wrist and had three different points that could puncture my body or cause severe lacerations, potentially. I was supposed to use this thing that more resembled a native american scalping tool to keep myself from going too far down the packed snow slope incase my spiked feet didn't hold. Our guide gave us instruction seconds before we were supposed to use it. It was kind of fun but at the same time imagine learning this exciting mountaneering technique from a guide who is also telling you things like, "if that happens you should probably just kiss your butt good-bye," and "if you fall of this side of the saddle it is about a 1,000 foot drop before you would start to slow down, you would probably fall all the way to the bottom of the Alaskan Basin." All this was spoken steps away from where these hazards lie. It was exciting to think I was really there doing it and at the same time my mind could think of little but keeping at least two of my three new mountain daggers on my feet and hand at all times in contact with a firm patch of ice. Doesn't that sound comforting, "a firm patch of ice." My whole life I have been taught ice is bad, walk around if possible, now this. </div><div><br /></div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgBBQheillQt0FCjbNYke5qwN4X8X4EiCsCiZ1YeLklxN9WHKQx82UpVBkib_hDp_cPfxUKYAv4WqM3NjVeOAC16S2IN75XyIqPwZxcvPnZ_hkxu3ZztVcGI11Gq01eUotzjqLY1rxS_WDz/s1600-h/P6060271.JPG"><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgBBQheillQt0FCjbNYke5qwN4X8X4EiCsCiZ1YeLklxN9WHKQx82UpVBkib_hDp_cPfxUKYAv4WqM3NjVeOAC16S2IN75XyIqPwZxcvPnZ_hkxu3ZztVcGI11Gq01eUotzjqLY1rxS_WDz/s320/P6060271.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5345172760017227714" style="float: left; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 10px; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: 0px; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px; " /></a><div>Those were some of the thoughts that were going through my head up there, but you know, after I started walking a little bit it was not too bad. I just wish that, if I could change one thing, I had goggles or at least sunglasses because the wind and snow pelted my face and eyes pretty bad all day. My face is falling apart today because of it and Sunday my eyes were swollen huge because of the sun off of the snow. The top was kind of anticlimactic because we could not see anything for the snow and cloud we were in. But I got a picture of the surveyor marker at least. </div><div>On the way down I did slip once and shoved that ice pick in the snow and scratched that mountain with a desperation that I don't think I have really felt before and thought, wow, this really has me on edge. It took us 9 hours to make it to the summit and 3 hours to get down, even with a half hour break to eat. We got to glicade down a lot on the down side. We got to sit down and then just sled down like you were on a tobogan, just make sure you stop before you get to those big rocks.</div><div><br /></div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh5PxTIFPlcrwlktBapW7pQOUitWhXm_EFOmK4YuYNQg-UStnMqpuqKHazPtXwne7KFodtru1tJHCYR-k2Jz6RUaUd6G42cakikw2awJ-hSLzyFJDH7ijcAyMtI3Ct2mjJxnyOp314oGQvN/s1600-h/P6060280.JPG"><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh5PxTIFPlcrwlktBapW7pQOUitWhXm_EFOmK4YuYNQg-UStnMqpuqKHazPtXwne7KFodtru1tJHCYR-k2Jz6RUaUd6G42cakikw2awJ-hSLzyFJDH7ijcAyMtI3Ct2mjJxnyOp314oGQvN/s320/P6060280.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5345172769976075810" style="float: left; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 10px; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: 0px; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px; " /></a><div>As of right now I am not sure if I would go through something like that again. I felt like I was physically prepared from track practices, I am not sore to speak of, and I had ample food and but as far a gear goes, I was caught with my pants down. Perhaps if I took my guide's advice and prepared better I would have a different opinion about the trip. That saying has been on my mind almost constantly since the hike. Life is going to give everyone situtaions we have to go through that require careful preperation. Along with extreme climbing to deal with it will blow and snow, sometimes rain and lightning on you. There are so many aspects of preperation that we can get set in our lives; physical, financial, educational, spirituality, and relationships. Some are more important than others but every aspect of preperation is invaluable when that storm comes. "If ye are prepared ye shall not fear." 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