Thursday, May 23, 2013
Saturday, May 18, 2013
Mt. Olympus
One time I got work off and hiked Mt. Olympus at 6 am with this stud named Jacob.
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| At the beginning of the hike. 6 am & chipper as a grasshopper |
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| President Uchtdorf, thinking of you. We forget you not. Oh and the concepts you taught, too. |
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| Awesome view and not even at the top yet! |
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| Does anyone know what bird this is?? Side note |
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| Jake & I |
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| We were above the clouds, so cool! |
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| Our gangster poses |
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| The view from the top. Ignore my crazy hair and ghetto bandana |
Sunset Run on Wasatch
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| Mmmm |
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| This is the pose Jacob made when I told him to do a "yoga pose" |
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| This pose took some coaching, but isn't it great? |
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| It was a beautiful sunset.. |
Sunday, May 12, 2013
Tuesday, May 7, 2013
Saturday, May 4, 2013
Evidence that all dogs hate me.
Evidence #1
So maybe there's this boy that I super-like, and so maybe we go over to his house the other day. They happen to own a small, white, cute dog. I warned him that I "wasn't too fond of" dogs and that I thought they weren't too fond of me either. I might have used the word "hate." I know, a little strong, but lezzbehonest, I've had some bad experiences. In fact, I can't remember the last time I had a good experience with a dog.
Back to my story with cute boy. We go over to his house. I walk into his house, fully aware that I've got to win this dog over, or at least be neutral acquaintances. Dog greets me with some barking that I would never guess could come out of so little an animal. I'm unaffected. On the outside. Trying not to let my fear show (they always know). Once he calms down, I think,
"Ok he's small, I can like this dog. He's so cute! And he's non-allergenic! Major plus. I love dogs! Right? Right!"
Cute boy picks up dog in his arms. I want in on the dog cuddle action, so I ask if I can hold him. Little brother says, "Make sure you put your hands like this so he doesn't---"
All of a sudden the dog is flailing at my face with his claws, I mean, paws.
And for the next 10 minutes I'm sitting with toilet paper on my face to stop the minor bleeding.
Yes, this really happened.
See, that little red spot? This is post-makeuped, so it doesn't do it justice.
Evidence #2
The other day I was running up to my apartment on the third floor, minding my own business, when suddenly the 2nd floor apt door opens and out FLIES a dog, and I mean, for real, this thing was FLYING. All fours in the air! I start bolting up the stairs and he is yipping at my heels, barking OOC. I run all the way up those two flights. And he is behind me the whole time.
Why was he not on a leash? YOU TELL ME
Evidence #3
Running down the street the other day on Fort Union Blvd with my headphones on, jammin, and I see to my left a guy run out of his house screaming at me. Then, after 5 min of running down the street, I feel a small animal *devouring my calves. The man was yelling/laughing at me to get his dog as it was running down the street after me. I've never run so fast in my life.
*dramatic effect added
Evidence #4
Every interaction with a dog on my mission in Taiwan.
Evidence #5
Forthcoming (will happen in the future)
So maybe there's this boy that I super-like, and so maybe we go over to his house the other day. They happen to own a small, white, cute dog. I warned him that I "wasn't too fond of" dogs and that I thought they weren't too fond of me either. I might have used the word "hate." I know, a little strong, but lezzbehonest, I've had some bad experiences. In fact, I can't remember the last time I had a good experience with a dog.
Back to my story with cute boy. We go over to his house. I walk into his house, fully aware that I've got to win this dog over, or at least be neutral acquaintances. Dog greets me with some barking that I would never guess could come out of so little an animal. I'm unaffected. On the outside. Trying not to let my fear show (they always know). Once he calms down, I think,
"Ok he's small, I can like this dog. He's so cute! And he's non-allergenic! Major plus. I love dogs! Right? Right!"
Cute boy picks up dog in his arms. I want in on the dog cuddle action, so I ask if I can hold him. Little brother says, "Make sure you put your hands like this so he doesn't---"
All of a sudden the dog is flailing at my face with his claws, I mean, paws.
And for the next 10 minutes I'm sitting with toilet paper on my face to stop the minor bleeding.
Yes, this really happened.
See, that little red spot? This is post-makeuped, so it doesn't do it justice.
Evidence #2
The other day I was running up to my apartment on the third floor, minding my own business, when suddenly the 2nd floor apt door opens and out FLIES a dog, and I mean, for real, this thing was FLYING. All fours in the air! I start bolting up the stairs and he is yipping at my heels, barking OOC. I run all the way up those two flights. And he is behind me the whole time.
Why was he not on a leash? YOU TELL ME
Evidence #3
Running down the street the other day on Fort Union Blvd with my headphones on, jammin, and I see to my left a guy run out of his house screaming at me. Then, after 5 min of running down the street, I feel a small animal *devouring my calves. The man was yelling/laughing at me to get his dog as it was running down the street after me. I've never run so fast in my life.
*dramatic effect added
Evidence #4
Every interaction with a dog on my mission in Taiwan.
Evidence #5
Forthcoming (will happen in the future)
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