drawrings

So last Sunday for Easter my sister, Mini, and I went to my parents' ward. Mostly because my dad was speaking and we wanted to lend our support. Aftward in sunday school we mostly just drew stuff. I drew a picture of Mom and had Mini do the same. Holy crap, the stuff she made was so hilarious! I think it was all the funnier 'cause we weren't supposed to laugh in sunday school. My favorites are #1 and #3. Mom was very flattered.



Here's a picture of my actual mom as a reference point.

Sick

Holy crap. Every 6 months or so I get sick, and for whatever reason my immune system really, really sucks. A cold can knock me out for days at a time. This sickness seems a little different, though. I felt it coming on Tuesday night so I got out the Zicam and prepared for the worst. Wednesday I woke up feeling awful. Aches and pains, sore throat, loss of appetite, that kind of thing. Now it’s early Friday morning and it has evolved into something terrible. The aches and pains have pretty much gone, but the sore throat has gotten so much worse. Every time I swallow my throat burns like crazy, and I’ve developed a cough to wake the dead. Needless to say it’s been a rough night. Anyway, being up at 4:30am with no sleep there was only one thing I could think to do – tell the blogging world how bad I feel, of course.

The Fridge of Fortune

So this is the fridge in my sisters' apartment. Every once in a while the letters will mystically rearrange to spell out a new prophecy. Sometimes the prophecy is a little more cryptic than at other times (like Roumby Wykux or Skagpirt as pictured here). Sometimes it's pretty clear (Mini loves Bread or Chris is eazy). I don't know how it does it, but the prophecies are always 100% accurate and true, even though they aren't always spelled correctly. It's difficult to tell the future with only 2 of every letter, I guess. I'll keep everyone posted as to whether it foretells anything of worth.

Spring!

Ah, you know spring is here when your lawn starts to bloom.

Zion Ponderosa

So this weekend I went to the Zion Ponderosa for guide camp. I’ll probably be working there at the end of the summer through sometime December as a recreational guide. Basically, I’ll be shooting guns and riding ATV’s and getting paid for it. Sweet!

I arrived on Thursday night and we (the rest of the guides and I) didn’t do a whole lot. Mostly played pool and got to know a lot of the others.

Friday we had a little meeting in the morning and then went on the overlook hike, pictured below. Then we learned how to hook people up to the zipline and assist the rock climbing wall.


Saturday we shot .22s and shotguns. It was the first time I’d shot a shotgun. Man, it was satisfying! Gotta love the pump action. We then went on a hike called Diana’s Throne or something along those lines, pictured below. This pic is of my sister, Chistin, and I.


Sunday we learned how to instruct and guide people on the ATVs. That was about the whole weekend. So I blew off a ton of homework and played in the sun. Can’t wait till I start working there. And I should mention here that the other guides were awesome people.


Mike may find this story interesting. While sitting in line for Trilogy Tuesday about 2½ years ago, there was a local radio DJ named Laura who got all dressed up for the movie. She also had lots of stuff to give away while she was there. So I was sitting there with the Sloans and she walks by and says, “You look cold, do you want a sweatshirt?” At first I just thought it was a loaner and said no. But as she was walking away I asked, “Is it free?” And she said yeah and threw me one. It’s a LoveSac hoody and it’s one I still love to wear today. Anyway, at the resort this weekend we were shooting guns and a busload of people show up. In the group happened to be Laura and her son Josh. She ended spending a lot of the day with us guides, both shooting and hiking and eating and what not. Apparently she actually makes costumes as a hobby and a passion of hers, and she used to be an english teacher, too, until she couldn’t pay the bills on that salary and went to DJing. Anyway, I thought it was a strange coincidence that the radio DJ that changed my life (she was the first radio personality to give me anything – even though I didn’t win any contest to get it) and she happened to be at the resort the same weekend as me. I thought it was cool, anyway.

One a side note, I think I saw more deer this weekend than I ever have in my life. Hundreds of em. It was cool.

quick dream

I was watching a news segment on TV about a rap contest held in west valley city. Marky Mark (or I guess he likes to be called Mark Wahlberg now) entered and was shut down.
One of the judges actually stood up, walked over to him, put her arm around him and stood with him on stage, indicating he did a good job. “That’s when the barrage came” said the voiceover.

This one's for Mike

Don't download these unless you're in the mood for mediocre covers of songs. This is me and my friend Jesse playing guitar in his basement. I'm the weak, bland voice that does most of the harmonizing. In usual slacker manner we usually practice for a while, do one take and call it good. It's fun. Anyway, it is what it is, and here it is.
God Rest Ye Merry Gentlemen
Dream
War is Over
don't know the name of this one
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Guster

So Mike and I went to a Guster concert in Orem on Friday night. If I had to describe it in one word, it’d be DAMN. If I was given four words, they’d be, damn it was good. If I was given six words, well, I’d just use the four and have a couple left over. But there’s really nothing like a live show to make you appreciate a favorite artist. The drummer was especially impressive to watch. He pretty much used his bare hands. A lot of the drums are just congas, but he also used his bare hands for cymbals and whatever else was up there.

Only two complaints. First, the doors were supposed to open at 6:00pm, but we stood in the freezing wind and a little rain for an hour before they let anyone in. And second, they didn’t play Fa Fa. What the H?! How can you play a concert without playing Jeff’s personal favorite and think you can get away with it?! Overall it was a great concert, tho. Thanks again for driving and the Beto’s, Mike.

(and the pic is actually the opening act, David Berkstrom or something.)