tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-81770663966545559222024-02-07T05:12:43.105-07:00Eschew PerfectionMe, with added protein!Wildfirehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09058061530119832668noreply@blogger.comBlogger67125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8177066396654555922.post-4969554914753273112015-04-01T16:30:00.001-06:002015-04-01T16:30:35.130-06:00<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj0Fk7XMNs4xIMha_u-yac7_leLT5qHFPynBvueWotV6zuzqVkS6pvGOQ69R0IjAcADbpy6GHNARrNXsyKIPoHMIfz-WtzWWGoHkOjhdQDiG7IYwzDI7RoWqWdwIl8bMTy2oDBSHqhZrwE/s1600/BeyondPR.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj0Fk7XMNs4xIMha_u-yac7_leLT5qHFPynBvueWotV6zuzqVkS6pvGOQ69R0IjAcADbpy6GHNARrNXsyKIPoHMIfz-WtzWWGoHkOjhdQDiG7IYwzDI7RoWqWdwIl8bMTy2oDBSHqhZrwE/s1600/BeyondPR.jpg" height="320" width="213" /></a></div>
<br />Wildfirehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09058061530119832668noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8177066396654555922.post-9620749920010190492014-12-03T11:37:00.001-07:002014-12-03T11:37:37.483-07:00<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiwO035mamkmVuhODNxTeQ0qi1eZYkGEdFJQBhLXYG9__p1OxVmb3cxedtfrF131MHUWEl0n549kKxBcoZjtXPMvC0xXMskjv01vAg4J4h34hd_ML5qZiG9-5SW4_CROquFkfMZXnZvDo0/s1600/cloud.jpeg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiwO035mamkmVuhODNxTeQ0qi1eZYkGEdFJQBhLXYG9__p1OxVmb3cxedtfrF131MHUWEl0n549kKxBcoZjtXPMvC0xXMskjv01vAg4J4h34hd_ML5qZiG9-5SW4_CROquFkfMZXnZvDo0/s1600/cloud.jpeg" height="232" width="320" /></a></div>
<br />Wildfirehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09058061530119832668noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8177066396654555922.post-23141879416512994102014-08-13T14:28:00.000-06:002014-08-13T18:05:30.856-06:00Robin Williams: Or Why I Can't Stand Matt Walsh<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
</div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjHEi8rziI124g8WZ7S2EjX-t3d6TZMOOwwTZUrInugY8I78YSQN8cZWB1aonmoYYN0ZDxILNnmusAof0_pd-6vd9qrxI56HeinIcy7uqBDRZhDH3lL6bzzT7dfabJ6SIEpcANf-MVLuRI/s1600/58f25cba78ad28067f900b7b9ef59e28.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjHEi8rziI124g8WZ7S2EjX-t3d6TZMOOwwTZUrInugY8I78YSQN8cZWB1aonmoYYN0ZDxILNnmusAof0_pd-6vd9qrxI56HeinIcy7uqBDRZhDH3lL6bzzT7dfabJ6SIEpcANf-MVLuRI/s1600/58f25cba78ad28067f900b7b9ef59e28.jpg" height="218" width="320" /></a></div>
<br /></div>
As all of you know by now, Robin Williams has taken his own life after dealing with depression. Normally I don't agree with or fully understand why so many people are so saddened by the death of someone they never personally knew, but this time it's different.<br />
<br />
Maybe it's because many of Robin Williams' movies could have helped people struggling with the very thing he succumbed to. It might be because I'm starting to better appreciate how much art affects us as human beings. Or maybe it's because I've read so many stories over the past day of how truly decent of a human being he was. Regardless of the reason, his death has touched me in a way other celebrity deaths haven't. Unfortunately, we as a society can't solely focus on the wonderful things a person accomplished while on this earth. Someone has to go and spoil the pot. For me, that someone was Matt Walsh.<br />
<br />
Matt Walsh, a prolific blogger amongst Mormons, basically blogs for his job. At least that's what it seems like. Which, hey, good for him. Not everybody can monetize their blog to the point of making a living off it. However, I feel like this monetization causes him to blog on all the time about anything. More hits equals more revenue from ads, after all.<br />
<br />
Walsh tends to have very strong opinions about things, and essentially every post I've read of his makes my blood boil. He approaches topics with an all-knowing attitude and utterly refuses to see the other side of the topic he's discussing. I actually stopped reading his posts a long while ago because they made me so angry. But he posted about Robin Williams and, as depression (and people who commit suicide because of it) is a sensitive topic for me since I myself suffer from it and many people I know have had profound struggles with it as well, I decided to bite his dangling carrot.<br />
<br />
The crux of his argument is that committing suicide is a choice. This statement, on the surface, is very true. It wouldn't be suicide if it weren't the person's choice; it would be murder. The thing that really rubbed me the wrong way with Walsh's post was that he states he has dealt with depression himself, so he positions himself as someone who knows <i>everything</i> about depression. Therefore, since he didn't experience the utter helplessness that many, many depressed people do, then Robin Williams simply chose to take his own life. That's that. That was a stupid choice, he hurt his friends and family. Case closed. His writing makes it seem like you can just snap your fingers, surround yourself with happy people and joyful things and *snap* you're not depressed anymore.<br />
<br />
Unfortunately, that's not how it works.<br />
<br />
When you're depressed, you are literally unable to think straight. There is a very real chemical imbalance in your brain that prevents it from functioning correctly. You generally cannot see happiness, cannot see that others love you dearly. You stop being yourself, and at times all you think is you are such a burden to your friends and family that it would be better that you didn't exist. Expecting a depressed person to be able to snap out of this state of mind is utterly refusing to understand the physiological events occurring in the depressed person's body.<br />
<br />
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhhl-y63CjN-8NfjPsm-MQMR99vwjlglw_7YnAGOIZtW5XiFTmVOhiswvsv4Iox9g38ssenM25mO5Ld5LZSAR48rDOV0zq7BsMZoAcZL5RI4OPSBeAUzjCOex2tAg1jVbGOjw5h3jyXHp4/s1600/sad8alt7.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhhl-y63CjN-8NfjPsm-MQMR99vwjlglw_7YnAGOIZtW5XiFTmVOhiswvsv4Iox9g38ssenM25mO5Ld5LZSAR48rDOV0zq7BsMZoAcZL5RI4OPSBeAUzjCOex2tAg1jVbGOjw5h3jyXHp4/s1600/sad8alt7.png" height="240" width="320" /></a></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<br /></div>
A while back a humor blogger chronicled some of her "<a href="http://hyperboleandahalf.blogspot.com/2011/10/adventures-in-depression.html" target="_blank">Adventures in Depression</a>." That's part one, and it's quite funny. <a href="http://hyperboleandahalf.blogspot.com/2013/05/depression-part-two.html" target="_blank">Part Two</a> is also rather funny, but is a frighteningly accurate depiction of what it's like to be depressed and have your family and friends try to do what they can do bring you out of it. I strongly recommend it for anyone struggling to understand what depression does to a person. Note that there's some strong language in both of those links.<br />
<br />
Many people have fallen so deeply into depression that they feel there is no other choice than to take their life. I know it's difficult to understand, but it's true. And there are people out there like Matt Walsh who have experienced depression and still don't understand what it's like to feel there is no other option. It's heartbreaking. So when Matt Walsh stands up and effectively says, "Suicide is a choice. Just make the choice to not commit suicide," it makes me very, very angry. Because he doesn't understand. So many people don't understand what it's like to feel you <i>don't</i> have the choice people tell you you have.<br />
<br />
And that's why it's so important that we talk about depression and other mental illnesses. They're currently treated like they're taboo. Our friends and family who struggle with this condition need our help. They need to know they can trust us. They need to know that we love them. They need to know that life is worth living. And if nobody talks about it, nothing gets solved and we continue to experience tragedies like the death of Robin Williams that <i>are</i> preventable.<br />
<br />
But it isn't going to be easy. It's going to take effort. It's going to take love. It's going to take a lot of uncomfortable discussions and chats before we can change things for the better. But remember that if things <i>do</i> change, we can save lives. And that, I think, is something Robin Williams would have wanted.<br />
<br />
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjPNRiBkkwrTYqZT1yBB82VeLoos_Xq1mVxN49iP95RK_WCwPvvjjoL1iaOq48KV96gB7zSVeyT6CV8aTjx8DGbw-n2_Eb00n9KX_mqsq8tLMjJKngnDkKWnZET8jPzhJGnj24tbWFBOEk/s1600/Hook_9177_Medium.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjPNRiBkkwrTYqZT1yBB82VeLoos_Xq1mVxN49iP95RK_WCwPvvjjoL1iaOq48KV96gB7zSVeyT6CV8aTjx8DGbw-n2_Eb00n9KX_mqsq8tLMjJKngnDkKWnZET8jPzhJGnj24tbWFBOEk/s1600/Hook_9177_Medium.jpg" height="210" width="320" /></a></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<br /></div>
Wildfirehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09058061530119832668noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8177066396654555922.post-40626695820255331212014-07-25T15:41:00.000-06:002014-07-25T15:41:44.340-06:00Taco Bell Waffle TacoI celebrated Pioneer Day in the most pioneer way possible. Some of you may be familiar with my food explorations. The last American Monstrosity I consumed was the <a href="http://sleevetalk.blogspot.com/2010/04/i-have-consumed-one-of-most-abhorrent.html" target="_blank">KFC Double Down</a>. It was surprisingly tasty, and not even as unhealthy as other fast food sandwiches. This time, I went in expecting something horrible. And I got it.<br />
<br />
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
</div>
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEguGdJpxNe0W7j1MEbcILUXss04uFGgI1pKRyr9ICRN1S1SViV47K_1W7TF6mJhVH4yB9uNUcFwtxbkHljPPON5D-LZr0LB4p_GapIkb6rUZy98Y8s3lxI3rHaGPYTVv8h8lRr8-dln5VI/s1600/0326_waffle_taco_970-630x420.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEguGdJpxNe0W7j1MEbcILUXss04uFGgI1pKRyr9ICRN1S1SViV47K_1W7TF6mJhVH4yB9uNUcFwtxbkHljPPON5D-LZr0LB4p_GapIkb6rUZy98Y8s3lxI3rHaGPYTVv8h8lRr8-dln5VI/s1600/0326_waffle_taco_970-630x420.jpg" height="213" width="320" /></a></div>
<br />
That's right, I took the dive into the Taco Bell Waffle Taco. This item has gotten a lot of press because of how weird of an idea it is. Let me say up front that this is another item that sounds less healthy than it is. But I have no doubt in my mind that this item was conceived of purely for the press it would receive.<br />
<br />
The waffle isn't anything special. In fact, it's not even average. It's dry, mostly tasteless, and spongy. I anticipated there being some sort of maple syrup flavoring to be there, but the Taco Bell employees must have missed the memo, because mine was just filled with grease.<br />
<br />
Next is the sausage. It was about 5 shades darker than what you see in the photo above. It was dry yet greasy, and equally as gross. I've had the breakfast Crunchwrap before, and the sausage is about the same there too. Taco Bell was really scraping the bottom of the barrel when they sourced these sausage patties.<br />
<br />
The eggs. Oh the eggs. Dry, tasteless, probably fake.<br />
<br />
Imagine the consistency of eggs. Now combine that with a bland, stale tasting waffle. add to that gross, old sausage, and throw on a little melted cheese to top it all off.<br />
<br />
This was my breakfast. This is what American ingenuity has come to. Do yourself a favor and go to Gandolfo's and get The Crew instead.<br />
<br />
P.S. This is what my waffle taco actually looked like, surprisingly accurate to the advertisement:<br />
<br />
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiTFH2fHcIdAeTyf_XOxKuiD6Hs_7Aa4D-TV8m2z5zGm5eI76EgkR8yC-f2-BIVvV056s0lQirWEiQRvqTT8QcE1XCg4gDwybGuf93aJf3GbaSvumk5x7JT-n8y2ET3PaPyLipDMpBqo7M/s1600/IMG_20140724_103404.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiTFH2fHcIdAeTyf_XOxKuiD6Hs_7Aa4D-TV8m2z5zGm5eI76EgkR8yC-f2-BIVvV056s0lQirWEiQRvqTT8QcE1XCg4gDwybGuf93aJf3GbaSvumk5x7JT-n8y2ET3PaPyLipDMpBqo7M/s1600/IMG_20140724_103404.jpg" height="236" width="320" /></a></div>
<br />Wildfirehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09058061530119832668noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8177066396654555922.post-41537907887013018962014-06-25T18:44:00.000-06:002014-06-25T18:51:53.674-06:00The Curious Case of Kate KellyI’ve been mulling over this situation for quite a while, reading lots of opinions both for and against Kate Kelly and her Ordain Women movement. <a href="http://www.msnbc.com/msnbc/watch/gender-equality-advocate-kate-kelly-excommunicated-from-mormon-church-287339075756" target="_blank">This video</a> by msnbc.com finally pushed me over the edge and I decided I couldn’t put off writing down my thoughts on the matter.<br />
<br />
While it is always sad to see a fellow saint leave, whether through their own choice or excommunication, I'm finding it hard to have sympathy for her situation. What I continually see from Ms. Kelly is manipulation of facts and appeals to perceived inequalities. She presents half-truths as fact, and manipulates readers and listeners to try to convince them she was severely wronged. She very expertly presents enough truth to make it seem plausible that she's been wronged somehow, while leaving out key factors to the public that completely change the situation.<br />
<br />
Before you read further, it’s important to take all of this not in the context of your own or my beliefs, but on the beliefs that Ms. Kelly claims to hold. There will likely be things you disagree with, but remember that I’ve based my article on things that she believes based on her active membership in the LDS Church. Please also consider that I’ve tried to establish context for beliefs here, but I’m hardly the authority on Church doctrine. A better resource to clarify that doctrine can be found at <a href="https://www.lds.org/?lang=eng" target="_blank">lds.org</a> and <a href="http://www.mormon.org/" target="_blank">mormon.org</a><br />
<br />
<br />
A few things that really bother me about this video:<br />
<br />
1. She claims that "all men are ordained." This is a half-truth. The full truth is that all worthy men can be ordained. No man has an inherent right to the priesthood. All priesthood holders are interviewed before they receive the priesthood, every time they "move up" in the priesthood, and should be interviewed regularly by their various ecclesiastical leaders to ensure they are living worthy of the privilege of holding the priesthood.<br />
<br />
1a. On a related note, Ms. Kelly doesn't seem to understand that holding the priesthood means nothing if one is living unrighteously. I say this because her actions appear to be saying she knows better than a prophet of God, so to many members of the Church she appears to be trying to satisfy her own agenda, displaying signs of pride and unrighteous dominion. D&C 121: 35-37 <a href="https://www.lds.org/scriptures/dc-testament/dc/121.35-37?lang=eng">reads</a>:<br />
<br />
35 Because their hearts are set so much upon the things of this world, and aspire to the honors of men, that they do not learn this one lesson—<br />
36 That the rights of the priesthood are inseparably connected with the powers of heaven, and that the powers of heaven cannot be controlled nor handled only upon the principles of righteousness.<br />
37 That they may be conferred upon us, it is true; but when we undertake to cover our sins, or to gratify our pride, our vain ambition, or to exercise control or dominion or compulsion upon the souls of the children of men, in any degree of unrighteousness, behold, the heavens withdraw themselves; the Spirit of the Lord is grieved; and when it is withdrawn, Amen to the priesthood or the authority of that man.<br />
<br />
Ms. Kelly has blatantly disregarded the requests of her church and her church leaders to cease her efforts. As has been stated again and again by many people, asking questions Is. Not. Bad. Continuing to push your agenda after you've received answers from men you hold as prophets of God who speak for God on earth is bad. When Joseph Smith was translating the Book of Mormon, his friend Martin Harris wanted to take the manuscript to a different city to show it to others he knew. Martin persisted in asking Joseph to pray and ask God to allow him to take the manuscript. God told Joseph no twice until Joseph asked a third time, and Joseph was finally given permission, despite being told no twice already. Martin Harris took the manuscript and lost it. When he returned and Joseph discovered what had happened, Joseph feared he had lost his own soul. He didn’t believe he could ever be forgiven for what had happened. After a time and much repentance, however, Joseph was forgiven.<br />
<br />
When we presume to know better than God, the end result is not a pleasant one. Ms. Kelly is using the exact tactics that would render the priesthood entirely useless to her, were she to be ordained.<br />
<br />
<br />
2. She uses examples in her past to imply that she's currently a fully faithful member of the Church. That's all fine and dandy, but where's the current evidence? In my experience, the people who most strongly speak against the Church are former members. People who, like Ms. Kelly, have been baptized, who may have gone on missions and have likely been to the temple and possibly even sealed.<br />
<br />
If she is as faithful as she is trying to show everyone she is, then she would have a stronger understanding on how revelation works, because that's exactly what she claims to still believe in. Instead, she's showing through her actions that she no longer believes key doctrines of the Church, that she knows better than the prophet, and by extension of the beliefs she claims to hold, that she knows better than God.<br />
<br />
What concerns me most about her efforts isn't that she wants equality for men and women in the church. What concerns me most is that she is claiming to believe one thing, while going directly against what she claims to still believe.<br />
<br />
If she still believes that the prophet speaks for God but doesn't believe he's right in this instance, how can she possibly trust a single thing this or any prophet has spoken as the mouthpiece of God? Does that not fundamentally shake her faith in prophets? It's something I don't understand about this situation, and smacks of hypocrisy because of it.<br />
<br />
<br />
3. She says this is the moment when we become a 21st century church or keep on “with these 15th century tactics of targeting heretics and radicals." Her word usage and association here is brilliant for her cause, and it’s intentionally used here to elicit an emotional response. Christianity has a sordid past, and she takes advantage of the word association to excellent effect.<br />
<br />
However, should a church be condemned for sticking to their doctrine, when in fact said doctrine does nothing to belittle or marginalize women like Sister Kelly claims? Should that church not go after a heretic that is actively leading members of the church away from the doctrine the church teaches? Merriam-webster.com defines a heretic as “someone who believes or teaches something that goes against accepted or official beliefs.” By all accounts, Kate Kelly is currently a heretic.<br />
<br />
Keep in mind that the Church has an incredibly strong organization for women within their organization, the Relief Society. I participate in meetings where we decide on things for my congregation, and I cannot imagine making those decisions with only the input of men. I’m rather comfortable saying that the women in my congregation are more important to making decisions than the men are. I know my bishop would never make decisions that affect our ward without first consulting the Relief Society leaders in my ward, because I see him consult them every single week. And I know my experience doesn’t necessarily speak for everyone, but please understand that my experience with women in the church does not mirror what Kate Kelly claims in her organization or to the media.<br />
<br />
<br />
Finally, I’ve included a link to the letter Ms. Kelly received from her leaders regarding her excommunication. Some may be under the impression that the meeting regarding her excommunication came on with no warning, or that they scheduled the meeting when they knew she wouldn’t be there. This letter clarifies both of these matters and shows that the meeting regarding her possible excommunication was not done with spite or hate, but with the utmost love and concern for her as a member of the church. <a href="http://www.deseretnews.com/media/pdf/1365030.pdf">Read the letter.
</a>Wildfirehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09058061530119832668noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8177066396654555922.post-73025262162240608272010-10-17T22:37:00.002-06:002010-10-17T22:39:02.054-06:00The ReasonWhy did I grow a beard, you ask? Well here is your answer:<br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj7JTw_JrIlodpNqrti7SeCdipz6kA3KJ_G1FXjDCh2aSuT7HbnmQITq6vMKTjGYoKbQW2FmXo5ewG5ehRuQo-Rk0ackhr3-fZ6MxfZi8yT9LMEbaEGVlLZTOd3NZuzTLBDcUS5M4wlQmE/s1600/comic301.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj7JTw_JrIlodpNqrti7SeCdipz6kA3KJ_G1FXjDCh2aSuT7HbnmQITq6vMKTjGYoKbQW2FmXo5ewG5ehRuQo-Rk0ackhr3-fZ6MxfZi8yT9LMEbaEGVlLZTOd3NZuzTLBDcUS5M4wlQmE/s320/comic301.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5529240829875583570" border="0" /></a>Wildfirehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09058061530119832668noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8177066396654555922.post-7534157563892393662010-10-16T16:41:00.003-06:002010-10-16T16:51:34.613-06:00Meet BeardHello friends and family, meet Beard!<br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiEGBYFbaiKjwCARN9hunxe6ZVpRN3mS0pp0QbfJrZNRlT72lyoofPxAM9abA1pgrcTXdkDKupuP2Y5WaUkTpKK6NVLwd0_cuLOgS7XssqAv4zHTob6V2J6qMfW8NCTAd-5RkYnOx9LtA8/s1600/Snapshot_20101016_5.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiEGBYFbaiKjwCARN9hunxe6ZVpRN3mS0pp0QbfJrZNRlT72lyoofPxAM9abA1pgrcTXdkDKupuP2Y5WaUkTpKK6NVLwd0_cuLOgS7XssqAv4zHTob6V2J6qMfW8NCTAd-5RkYnOx9LtA8/s320/Snapshot_20101016_5.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5528778612708116370" border="0" /></a>Beard was only around for a few weeks, so most of you never had a chance to meet him. I thought you might like to see him though, so enjoy<span style="text-decoration: underline;"><br /><br /></span><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgJiA6ktD3USO9s3oZ-_q1JaLFytG0Kc8LAJhaJW6Zx4T1m_Aph3jbSv9Qe7ZL4IrOyUJVj8LqxoMjzP1X4fSyHPCnCnsL4_q6AMsizv4RHBVaTo4x6hJXVf82jlEQe6ga3sZCcSdIZVbo/s1600/Snapshot_20101016_12.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgJiA6ktD3USO9s3oZ-_q1JaLFytG0Kc8LAJhaJW6Zx4T1m_Aph3jbSv9Qe7ZL4IrOyUJVj8LqxoMjzP1X4fSyHPCnCnsL4_q6AMsizv4RHBVaTo4x6hJXVf82jlEQe6ga3sZCcSdIZVbo/s320/Snapshot_20101016_12.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5528779705783902114" border="0" /></a>Since Beard left, I'm back to looking like my regular self. But don't worry! I'm sure Beard will be back some day.Wildfirehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09058061530119832668noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8177066396654555922.post-57487338073622072382010-08-25T23:28:00.004-06:002010-08-26T00:21:35.446-06:00HappeningsOh hello there Blog. I've sort of missed you. I see you nearly every day when I get on the internet at home, but it's been too long since we've sat down and talked. A lot has happened, but at the same time, not a lot has happened. In May I moved. I know we've talked since then, but I didn't mention it and I don't think you really even noticed. Thanks for noticing the details, blog. Sheesh.<br /><br />I got a summer pass to Seven Peaks, which has been great. A couple hours after work is just what the doctor ordered on some days, especially after getting stuck at work a half hour later or more.<br /><br />I've thrashed my feet this summer by taking all winter off from running, then immediately getting back into it with Vibram Five Fingers. In retrospect, it would have been best to get into running again, then transition to the Five Fingers, but oh well. I've been plagued by injuries to my feet, dozens of blisters, and sore muscles, but it's been worth it because I love the shoes. They may look funky, but they are so comfortable.<br /><br />I went to Seven Peaks with my family, got some crazy expensive sunglasses for free (thanks dad!), hiked Table Rock in Five Fingers and got some awesome blisters on my heels for it, probably did some other stuff that I don't remember, and then had a birthday (26. I know, ancient). What did I do to celebrate my birthday, you ask? I guess you could say I hiked Mt. Timp. I know, I'm crazy. I did it last year, and I just couldn't resist the pull of the second trail. Oh, and it was at midnight again. Crazy, I know.<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEga3H1RgSUJjmi9RFIV3udbZlXswny-Bswuu3gtNP4mDX6rNQ04dNm1V2JemgpZZpdQufV8j8Jr8hwRuTqCsoLkAYpjTNaFjeM9z6nLg3ZAcfekVEFf7ehjFPLI-i97NnRbk0nZ0xb3zqM/s1600/IMG_0477.JPG"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEga3H1RgSUJjmi9RFIV3udbZlXswny-Bswuu3gtNP4mDX6rNQ04dNm1V2JemgpZZpdQufV8j8Jr8hwRuTqCsoLkAYpjTNaFjeM9z6nLg3ZAcfekVEFf7ehjFPLI-i97NnRbk0nZ0xb3zqM/s320/IMG_0477.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5509592797490969490" border="0" /></a><br />This is the only picture I took, mostly because for the most part, I was thinking to myself "Why the freak am I doing this again..." The other part is because we cruised up there pretty quick. 6.5 miles in 4 hours. And then down in 3.5 hours. Was it worth it again, you ask? No, no it was not. I will not be hiking that mountain for at least another 10 years.<br /><br />And I've decided I need to be inducted into the order of the Geeks. Much like how Luke Skywalker needed to construct his own lightsaber before he could become a Jedi, I must construct my own computer before I can truly become a Geek. All my parts should be here this weekend, so that's what I'll be spending my weekend doing. Hopefully I don't suck at it.<br /><br />Well Blog, that was pretty much my summer. We should do this more often.Wildfirehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09058061530119832668noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8177066396654555922.post-46481235751505086672010-06-03T22:55:00.000-06:002010-06-03T22:56:00.839-06:00Wrong SeasonThe colors make this look very Halloween, but it's late and I'm tired once again. Improvements to come.Wildfirehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09058061530119832668noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8177066396654555922.post-39752751602386361942010-06-02T11:10:00.002-06:002010-06-02T11:21:21.135-06:00U-G-L-YI can't say I'm a super huge fan of this look now that I've spent a bit of time looking at it. In other news, I ran 7.25 miles on Saturday. I was surprised at how much I wasn't tired during the run. I had difficulty staying awake for the remainder of the day after, though. I have been absolutely exhausted lately, and I'm not sure why. I've been a bit restless at night, but not enough to explain how tired I've become. I'll just say I have mono so I can stay home for a while.Wildfirehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09058061530119832668noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8177066396654555922.post-76365250271245358882010-05-26T22:48:00.002-06:002010-05-26T22:50:21.290-06:00This'll workStill gotta adjust a few settings, but I'm too lazy to do that right now. In any case, not much is going on in life. Just work, church, forcing myself to exercise. You know, the usual. Bone and Back is one month away today. Yikes.Wildfirehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09058061530119832668noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8177066396654555922.post-21012300591616321762010-05-18T22:06:00.000-06:002010-05-18T22:07:50.244-06:00ConstructionI had a shiny new template all worked out, but it was missing some major aspects, so I'm temporarily back to plain jane. It'll change soon. Don't know to what, but it'll change soon.Wildfirehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09058061530119832668noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8177066396654555922.post-40186788219062933712010-04-17T11:09:00.006-06:002010-04-17T11:46:28.980-06:00The CutestI was thinking the other day how adorable all my nieces and nephews are, so I thought I would put some of my favorite pictures of them up all in one place for bragging rights. Most of these were thieved from family blogs, so sorry for the double post, though I think it's entirely worth it. Nat's kids first, then Eric's:<br /><br /><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjcRiR_rDxlmit6uNtsgGhxKndAZwkLH9ovEgAxTuK68wgbv7-Vx2AxuuWJR1bd0k4HqNwZ3CykvRD9NO4HFNaA0hjEJf9eA6g2xGAxAkSjsnXY5FsXQxgQrAcoGlggLtQPEfCAwJi2-Is/s1600/brooklyn.JPG"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 127px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjcRiR_rDxlmit6uNtsgGhxKndAZwkLH9ovEgAxTuK68wgbv7-Vx2AxuuWJR1bd0k4HqNwZ3CykvRD9NO4HFNaA0hjEJf9eA6g2xGAxAkSjsnXY5FsXQxgQrAcoGlggLtQPEfCAwJi2-Is/s320/brooklyn.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5461156795829947762" border="0" /></a>I love this one of Brooklyn because it shows that she already has the hip-cocked-to-one-side-with-leg-bent-to-show-attitude stance. Wonder where she got that from...<br /><br /></div><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgkSEohrH1JmekIFunXZw6OhbrUyvpKVhL5PhcxNs9A_raMl-oXcmpVLgU0TNUdirAM8vO0B69X_YnE4tTlxfr-VD_6zhuKXrp0buxv16U4RqHb8gb96m4BOnIbxNj2yihS-G0pY9MfK88/s1600/Pumpkinboy.JPG"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgkSEohrH1JmekIFunXZw6OhbrUyvpKVhL5PhcxNs9A_raMl-oXcmpVLgU0TNUdirAM8vO0B69X_YnE4tTlxfr-VD_6zhuKXrp0buxv16U4RqHb8gb96m4BOnIbxNj2yihS-G0pY9MfK88/s320/Pumpkinboy.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5461156788093540306" border="0" /></a>I took this picture with my phone a couple years ago, so that's why it's all washed out. I love the little toothy grin on Nathans face, still.<br /></div><br /><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgSyZjvWKzeD6E5X-Xf-cXloViEDGdHVkQdMg-tzUsBSQl3ll4WSIMEfpSPx1rCFiO8jgE1BLrDoYv7o8F_ADQOntRyUKdHG8bKzfJQWZjVo38FCNWPNRz7uB9DW3U9dEADdKQ87HeT8EE/s1600/Eli.JPG"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgSyZjvWKzeD6E5X-Xf-cXloViEDGdHVkQdMg-tzUsBSQl3ll4WSIMEfpSPx1rCFiO8jgE1BLrDoYv7o8F_ADQOntRyUKdHG8bKzfJQWZjVo38FCNWPNRz7uB9DW3U9dEADdKQ87HeT8EE/s320/Eli.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5461156784373729858" border="0" /></a>My buddy Eli. He really lucked out getting those baby blues.<br /></div><br /><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi0fpOXQxwye9oH_R4BHZGqXCM0iuIraysgwi7Jf1BabTTeAfZtSUtV46M9YThi7xCuG6FO-1lZLJI_WaYzmIjhfS-0TvAGcOGvebC6nIesV0CPxulifAE4Rj3ki7u9xIsEIEUyWwXgO6Y/s1600/Thomas.JPG"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi0fpOXQxwye9oH_R4BHZGqXCM0iuIraysgwi7Jf1BabTTeAfZtSUtV46M9YThi7xCuG6FO-1lZLJI_WaYzmIjhfS-0TvAGcOGvebC6nIesV0CPxulifAE4Rj3ki7u9xIsEIEUyWwXgO6Y/s320/Thomas.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5461156780006085842" border="0" /></a>Thomas is the chubber of Nat's family, but he's equally adorable as the rest.<br /></div><br /><br /><br /><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgLXRLEVJYlXp7Km3iSkSIsU3Lk_7k3wACfZt8boHeCYXhtfbOmYwtmOAYf4em1yhwediIXUPJSL2eHpwnYEFeUMf7dWLpKYn2bllpskNnA1oP4W0zHgCOKsJc3qQWXqy7AQXShr3yQNnM/s1600/Carter.JPG"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 245px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgLXRLEVJYlXp7Km3iSkSIsU3Lk_7k3wACfZt8boHeCYXhtfbOmYwtmOAYf4em1yhwediIXUPJSL2eHpwnYEFeUMf7dWLpKYn2bllpskNnA1oP4W0zHgCOKsJc3qQWXqy7AQXShr3yQNnM/s320/Carter.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5461156111168387874" border="0" /></a>A quintessential pose for Carter, contemplating the mysteries of the universe and calculating how may whales could fit in our Solar System.<br /></div><br /><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi_2qMrLGuw_9BOe8geVs_79AQ69Gb85Y79pIkpUh1CynJ1k1woLtJ1jS5GVRIvf9HAkEO3TlIMx3eauNRt-non54HmlUpVMPlovZUqxszYMgXAk9y6_vHZthwju7mXf2LvPczUnnNffok/s1600/Mollycheer.JPG"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi_2qMrLGuw_9BOe8geVs_79AQ69Gb85Y79pIkpUh1CynJ1k1woLtJ1jS5GVRIvf9HAkEO3TlIMx3eauNRt-non54HmlUpVMPlovZUqxszYMgXAk9y6_vHZthwju7mXf2LvPczUnnNffok/s320/Mollycheer.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5461156106464788514" border="0" /></a>Molly, arguably the cutest BYU cheerleader ever to exist.<br /></div><br /><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjDGSSq_IhNSHKz1A-k6KvG8SRhx07UVJRAsY2OjYtxoyGpGrpXE25_MZuhUFMboltg4RmeWOieE9TevRpQeyNUEHN78VH6ZLXOGbalaEWWDeA2pk6zU8Kvp2hGJcsaAOq8cJAZNrtSD48/s1600/Crazy+Sadie.JPG"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjDGSSq_IhNSHKz1A-k6KvG8SRhx07UVJRAsY2OjYtxoyGpGrpXE25_MZuhUFMboltg4RmeWOieE9TevRpQeyNUEHN78VH6ZLXOGbalaEWWDeA2pk6zU8Kvp2hGJcsaAOq8cJAZNrtSD48/s320/Crazy+Sadie.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5461156096625797474" border="0" /></a>Sadie was clearly <span style="font-style: italic;">very</span> excited for 2010. Too bad this pic was out of focus.<br /></div><br /><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhUOxHmJYVeRvhpUHjURv6763y2Nu2VVP1UG0PvkBbpZQqoxe8Y3yZLx2-sx1ofp7K_MuWLRvCqN2_kfGc0GmMu6AnaLPZOMYPl_4kKW5CY0ScVliQOSRQR7XxggVwQxSfvXmYcRdzAQDU/s1600/34-weeks-fetus.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 266px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhUOxHmJYVeRvhpUHjURv6763y2Nu2VVP1UG0PvkBbpZQqoxe8Y3yZLx2-sx1ofp7K_MuWLRvCqN2_kfGc0GmMu6AnaLPZOMYPl_4kKW5CY0ScVliQOSRQR7XxggVwQxSfvXmYcRdzAQDU/s320/34-weeks-fetus.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5461156090045512066" border="0" /></a>The heretofore unnamed(?) Eric and Jenn Jenkins child. Due for an appearance on or around June 5th.<br /></div><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />BONUS: This is a picture I couldn't help but love. It's of my cousin Sylvia's daughter, Bailey. She had just posted pictures of her two other children showing off their Easter Eggs with their arms raised triumphantly. Then she posted this picture. Her own subtitle following the picture:<br /><br /><br /><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgOpDXkZKlUJ_V7tSl4MR63p7cv_FGPU7EW-FJ0XfRgUUA2AwTs7jbhm1urispTzblivVWzKbYgutC6MCl5vuZ5ile1_SZH1Cxa4vsCWmFTU7H9QqaTGGgzWO4KDCaUsOADr_bDmHTEBHc/s1600/Bailey.JPG"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 262px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgOpDXkZKlUJ_V7tSl4MR63p7cv_FGPU7EW-FJ0XfRgUUA2AwTs7jbhm1urispTzblivVWzKbYgutC6MCl5vuZ5ile1_SZH1Cxa4vsCWmFTU7H9QqaTGGgzWO4KDCaUsOADr_bDmHTEBHc/s320/Bailey.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5461156081119440306" border="0" /></a><br />"Bailey opted for looking like she's offering Satan's earthly progeny in egg form"</div>Wildfirehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09058061530119832668noreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8177066396654555922.post-76760230061700632622010-04-12T17:04:00.004-06:002010-04-12T17:39:33.144-06:00Double DownI have consumed one of the most abhorrent concoctions to be conceived by fast food in a long, long time. Behold the Double Down:<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhhhIU2XdjOz9Z2Vt-yQrpNIyVKdOGaxqDWKYry4LV91YN6B_cCXLokIntwUIRNZjg_fc8vZ4-5RNkS8H0YAkj71hYNlEf2oCn_1hgRYudxJ8jB72JG3nhsWvDho_ZYxILTYwLPHAnwWdY/s1600/KFC-Double-Down.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 238px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhhhIU2XdjOz9Z2Vt-yQrpNIyVKdOGaxqDWKYry4LV91YN6B_cCXLokIntwUIRNZjg_fc8vZ4-5RNkS8H0YAkj71hYNlEf2oCn_1hgRYudxJ8jB72JG3nhsWvDho_ZYxILTYwLPHAnwWdY/s320/KFC-Double-Down.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5459392096573309282" border="0" /></a>A product so meaty, there was no room for a bun. I'm just gonna dive right into this behemoth of a product.<br /><br />To start off, it looks a lot bigger in the ads than it really is. Granted, it's fairly dense, so that's not really a major problem. It's substantial enough that you won't really need to buy the meal to fill you up. Well, I guess that doesn't apply to a lot of guys, but it was sufficient enough to fill me without making me feel full. The chicken patties(?) are very thick, so you have to open wide to get a full bite. Swiss and Pepper Jack cheeses are included, and surprisingly, the Pepper Jack doesn't get drowned out completely. There is just a hint of spice remaining. Certainly not the full flavor of the cheese, but enough to let you know that it's there.<br /><br />Bacon...why is there bacon in here? Oh yeah, because everybody loves bacon, and so they could jack the fat and sodium content as high as possible. Unfortunately, the bacon is mostly lost in the overwhelming wave of original recipe spices that assault your senses. You will taste it occasionally, and it's a delight when you do, but it's mostly a useless addition. The "Colonel's Special Sauce" seems to be Thousand Island, which I'm not particularly fond of, but blends adequately with the other flavors here.<br /><br />All in all, it's a decent product. As with all fast food, it is by no means something you should eat on a regular basis. It only seems more disgusting than it really is because we are used to handling a bun, rather than directly handling the meat itself, making us feel like ancient neanderthals. Which brings me to my next point: Changes.<br /><br />There are two main things I would change. The first is the chicken itself. While I was eating the sandwich (or perhaps more accurately called a chickwich?) I was worried about the grease and juices from the Original Recipe getting down my hands. How about a Crispy recipe option? That would help with the worries of juices running down my arms to drip off my elbows like spring runoff. Also, I'd like to see a different sauce in there. Maybe a nice spicy ranch to add a little oomph to the Pepper Jack?<br /><br />At any rate, this is worth the price just to say you've tried it, and probably worth a second visit later on, but I do not believe this would make it into my regular-item-to-order-when-eating-out list.Wildfirehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09058061530119832668noreply@blogger.com8tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8177066396654555922.post-50236960008406244402010-03-30T13:32:00.002-06:002010-03-30T13:37:01.564-06:00The transformation continuesI had a horrible realization the other day: I don't notice the taste of Utah water anymore.<br /><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">WHAT IS WRONG WITH ME?!?!!?!??!</span>Wildfirehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09058061530119832668noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8177066396654555922.post-89365963186737756082010-03-26T14:34:00.003-06:002010-03-26T14:41:09.682-06:00Little PeoplesI hopped on Google Talk to talk to Jenn today. I was surprised by Carter responding instead. These are a couple parts of our conversation:<br /><br /><div style="padding-right: 10px;" id="0.8488884846763298_:so"><p><b>me:</b> Hey<wbr> <wbr>Jenn.<wbr></p></div><div from="1" class="wackmsgtype_c wackmsg_new" time="1269634663842"><div style="float: left;" class="wackmsgavatar_hidden"><div class="jenniferjenkinsgmailcomAvatar"><img src="http://talkgadget.google.com/talkgadget/image?h=8bcfc06feabdda0e70355fc3212e230827fc171e" style="height: 25px; width: 25px;" alt="" /></div></div><div style="padding-right: 10px;" id="97"><p><b>Jennifer Jenkins:</b> It's<wbr> <wbr>Carter<wbr> <wbr>Steve</p><p><wbr></p></div></div><div time="1269634717299" from="0" class="wackmsgtype_c wackmsg_new"><div style="float: left;" class="wackmsgavatar_hidden"><div class="sleeve359gmailcomAvatar"><img src="http://talkgadget.google.com/talkgadget/image?h=b61ea86a86bd3867c07c9ffb47348d5328784987" style="height: 25px; width: 25px;" alt="" /></div></div><div style="padding-right: 10px;" id="0.8488884846763298_:sp"><p><b>me:</b> Well<wbr> <wbr>hello<wbr> <wbr>Carter<wbr> <wbr>Steve!</p><p><wbr></p></div></div><div from="1" class="wackmsgtype_c wackmsg_new" time="1269634763364"><div style="float: left;" class="wackmsgavatar_hidden"><div class="jenniferjenkinsgmailcomAvatar"><img src="http://talkgadget.google.com/talkgadget/image?h=8bcfc06feabdda0e70355fc3212e230827fc171e" style="height: 25px; width: 25px;" alt="" /></div></div><div style="padding-right: 10px;" id="102"><p><b>Jennifer Jenkins:</b> It'<wbr> <wbr>Carter<wbr> <wbr>Jenkins.</p><p><br /></p><p><span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);">For some reason I cracked myself up by responding how I did. Carter's response aided in the humor.</span></p><p><span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);">Later...<br /></span></p><p><wbr></p></div></div><div style="padding-right: 10px;" id="120"><p><wbr></p></div><div time="1269634986694" from="0" class="wackmsgtype_c wackmsg_new"><div style="float: left;" class="wackmsgavatar_hidden"><div class="sleeve359gmailcomAvatar"><img src="http://talkgadget.google.com/talkgadget/image?h=b61ea86a86bd3867c07c9ffb47348d5328784987" style="height: 25px; width: 25px;" alt="" /></div></div><div style="padding-right: 10px;" id="0.8488884846763298_:st"><p><b>me:</b> Are<wbr> <wbr>you<wbr> <wbr>home<wbr> <wbr>from<wbr> <wbr>school<wbr> <wbr>already?<wbr></p></div></div><div from="sa" class="wackmsgtype_i wackmsg_new"><div style="padding-right: 10px;" id="0.8488884846763298_:sv"><p> Sent at 2:23 PM on Friday</p></div></div><div from="1" class="wackmsgtype_c wackmsg_new" time="1269635257780"><div style="float: left;" class="wackmsgavatar_hidden"><div class="jenniferjenkinsgmailcomAvatar"><img src="http://talkgadget.google.com/talkgadget/image?h=8bcfc06feabdda0e70355fc3212e230827fc171e" style="height: 25px; width: 25px;" alt="" /></div></div><div style="padding-right: 10px;" id="150"><p><b>Jennifer Jenkins:</b> Yep.<wbr> <wbr>Fridays<wbr> <wbr>are<wbr> <wbr>short<wbr> <wbr>days.</p><p><wbr></p></div></div><div time="1269635291354" from="0" class="wackmsgtype_c wackmsg_new"><div style="float: left;" class="wackmsgavatar_hidden"><div class="sleeve359gmailcomAvatar"><img src="http://talkgadget.google.com/talkgadget/image?h=b61ea86a86bd3867c07c9ffb47348d5328784987" style="height: 25px; width: 25px;" alt="" /></div></div><div style="padding-right: 10px;" id="0.8488884846763298_:sw"><p><b>me:</b> Cool!<wbr> <wbr>I<wbr> <wbr>wish<wbr> <wbr>Fridays<wbr> <wbr>were<wbr> <wbr>short<wbr> <wbr>days<wbr> <wbr>for<wbr> <wbr>me.<wbr></p></div></div><div from="sa" class="wackmsgtype_i wackmsg_new"><div style="padding-right: 10px;" id="0.8488884846763298_:sx"><p> Sent at 2:28 PM on Friday</p></div></div><div from="1" class="wackmsgtype_c wackmsg_new" time="1269635424507"><div style="float: left;" class="wackmsgavatar_hidden"><div class="jenniferjenkinsgmailcomAvatar"><img src="http://talkgadget.google.com/talkgadget/image?h=8bcfc06feabdda0e70355fc3212e230827fc171e" style="height: 25px; width: 25px;" alt="" /></div></div><div style="padding-right: 10px;" id="161"><p><b>Jennifer Jenkins:</b> Mmmm.<wbr> <wbr>I<wbr> <wbr>see.<wbr> <wbr>Well<wbr> <wbr>tallk<wbr> <wbr>to<wbr> <wbr>ya<wbr> <wbr>laytor.<wbr><br /></p><p><wbr></p></div></div><div time="1269635456082" from="0" class="wackmsgtype_c wackmsg_new"><div style="float: left;" class="wackmsgavatar_hidden"><div class="sleeve359gmailcomAvatar"><img src="http://talkgadget.google.com/talkgadget/image?h=b61ea86a86bd3867c07c9ffb47348d5328784987" style="height: 25px; width: 25px;" alt="" /></div></div><div style="padding-right: 10px;" id="0.8488884846763298_:sy"><p><b>me:</b> Ok<wbr> <wbr>bye.<wbr></p></div></div><div from="1" class="wackmsgtype_c wackmsg_new" time="1269635470331"><div style="float: left;" class="wackmsgavatar_hidden"><div class="jenniferjenkinsgmailcomAvatar"><img src="http://talkgadget.google.com/talkgadget/image?h=8bcfc06feabdda0e70355fc3212e230827fc171e" style="height: 25px; width: 25px;" alt="" /></div></div><div style="padding-right: 10px;" id="164"><p><b>Jennifer Jenkins:</b> Bey.<wbr></p></div></div><div from="sa" class="wackmsgtype_i wackmsg_new"><div style="padding-right: 10px;" id="0.8488884846763298_:sz"><p> Sent at 2:31 PM on Friday</p><p><span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);">Evidently Carter had some serious contemplation to do upon learning the inner yearnings of my heart.<span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"><br /></span></span></p><p>Nephews rock.<br /><span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"></span></span></p></div></div><div id="INFO_MESSAGE" class="wackmsgtype_i" style="padding-left: 5px; height: 1px;"> </div>Wildfirehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09058061530119832668noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8177066396654555922.post-65735540058908470172010-03-22T18:01:00.004-06:002010-03-22T18:31:29.178-06:00They see me rollin...They hatin. Why are they hatin? Because I'm styling this bad mother of a machine:<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjS85dknCc0QtE_wK0HV-jY1bXS7uJCgHDC0_UCPHMCbet0G61a7hJg3aJ4buhNCosNxOhcgLK9JiprBK-GJXLPaVYrkWdIGFGGruwROoadHNTYjCLNhBZ4FVi6HO1C7ogVkdunoIbu6DE/s1600-h/chevrolet-aveo-sedan.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjS85dknCc0QtE_wK0HV-jY1bXS7uJCgHDC0_UCPHMCbet0G61a7hJg3aJ4buhNCosNxOhcgLK9JiprBK-GJXLPaVYrkWdIGFGGruwROoadHNTYjCLNhBZ4FVi6HO1C7ogVkdunoIbu6DE/s320/chevrolet-aveo-sedan.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5451613718276725026" border="0" /></a>That's right. Some little 17 year old dame in a slammin' classic Mustang decided to hit my car while I was at work, so I have a rental until my ride is all prettied up again.<br /><br />Enough with the slang. I'm stuck with this thing until Wednesday or Thursday. And you know how Enterprise's big thing is that they will come pick you up? Well they do, but they deceive you into thinking you are getting a nicer car than you are. My driver showed up in a Dodge Avenger. He made small talk about the Health Bill that just passed, and I waited eagerly to get behind the wheel and show him how to really drive that kind of car. I signed the paperwork, and then they took me back out, and my heart sank.<br /><br />I got in to the thing, made sure I knew where all the essentials were, and drove off, testing the pathetic and noisy acceleration. Only when I was exiting the vehicle did I realize that it has both manual locks and windows. Did you even know that they make vehicles without auto windows and locks? I sure didn't. The only redeeming factor of the vehicle is that is has an aux in, so I can still listen to my iPod. Speaking of my iPod, check out the latest on it:<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgjQrW9sP_kthAnQslC7RS_9kTlAnCo9sFwb65teYRM9-dkROysiuR7Ws-0WthT-wr_FAeyYZCMwqnUaoj0NjbL70q9nNI9faIEn9mCcvOh5f25O8D6ZMCtpcNIb08z3VlEUfPU0A25f4Y/s1600-h/IMG_0457.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgjQrW9sP_kthAnQslC7RS_9kTlAnCo9sFwb65teYRM9-dkROysiuR7Ws-0WthT-wr_FAeyYZCMwqnUaoj0NjbL70q9nNI9faIEn9mCcvOh5f25O8D6ZMCtpcNIb08z3VlEUfPU0A25f4Y/s320/IMG_0457.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5451618827731376338" border="0" /></a>Nevermind the weird waves, that is just due to having a picture taken of an LCD screen. Those big black lines started showing up a few days ago. It's sad, but exciting, because if the screen completely fails, that means I can save up and get a Zune HD, which I have been pining over for a number of months now.Wildfirehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09058061530119832668noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8177066396654555922.post-70557690342476167792010-01-31T17:41:00.001-07:002010-01-31T17:41:26.873-07:00Blah blah blahThere, I updated. Real update coming within a week or so.Wildfirehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09058061530119832668noreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8177066396654555922.post-8076711800096921262009-12-07T16:36:00.003-07:002009-12-07T16:42:20.346-07:00I've been too busySee, I haven't updated lately because I've been busy spending time with a girl. Yes, let the speculation rise. And that is a perfectly legitimate excuse, because girls are way more important than a blog. Perhaps not more important that calling your mother, though. Sorry.Wildfirehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09058061530119832668noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8177066396654555922.post-84080404668559015442009-11-06T01:23:00.000-07:002009-11-06T01:24:22.923-07:00ExcerptAn excerpt of a larger personal essay I'm currently developing:<br /><br />We typically speak of perfection in terms of being flawless or without error. Indeed, Merriam-Webster.com’s first definition of perfect is “being entirely without fault or defect”. Definition 1b is perhaps the better description to keep in mind while discussing finding the perfect girl. It reads, “Satisfying all requirements”. Another states “lacking in no essential detail”. Perhaps those two combined gives us the best definition of what ‘perfect’ is when considering a spouse. Perfect girl – one who meets all the needs that you have. A girl whom you love despite her flaws, because the flaws really don’t matter. It’s exactly who she is that makes her perfect to you.Wildfirehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09058061530119832668noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8177066396654555922.post-1861865238785149082009-10-29T23:43:00.000-06:002009-10-29T23:44:37.246-06:00A changing of waysI got called out by my mom the other day for not writing in my blog for two weeks. So <i>here</i>, mom! Here's your stinking blog post!!!<br /><br />But seriously, it's kinda been a crazy few weeks so I haven't taken much time to post. Let's start three weeks ago, Conference weekend. I am hanging out with some friends until about midnight, and decided to go to bed because I had to clean the church the next morning. I had a bit of an upset stomach, but I figured it was just something I ate. Come two in the morning, I woke up from some crazy, crazy dreams, which means that I'm about ready to hurl. Rush to the bathroom, and WHABAM!! Ice cream in the toilet. Give it another 10 or so minutes, and WHOOOSH!!! half digested ice cream in the toilet. I'll spare you the details, but every half hour or so I was back in the bathroom, and I ran out of ice cream pretty quickly and switched over to bile.<br /><br />By the next morning, all my roommates had been woken up at least once by my gastrointestinal escapades, and I was so entirely drained of fluids that I was feeling sick because of it. Which really didn't help my original nausea. At any rate, I had my roommates buy me some apple sauce and soda in hopes of getting at least a little energy back. I had to take tiny sips and nibbles of stuff or else I would start heaving again. So it took me a very very long time to get any sort of energy back. Suffice it to say, I didn't clean the church. And I tried to listen to conference, but I was mostly incoherent for the day, so I didn't get much out of it.<br /><br />A couple weeks go by and I find out one of my roommates has Swine Flu. YAY! I figure I'm immune since I got so deathly sick just a couple weeks ago. Well, the next day comes, and another roommate drops the the Swine flu. And then the next day I get sick, but not as sick as the other roommates, which was really good because I had a concert to go to. Ingrid Michaelson, but more on that to come. I suffered through a thursday at work, and just couldn't find it in myself to make it to work on Friday, so I stayed home and slept. Saturday, the big concert, and I wasn't feeling 100%, but well enough to go to this concert, because it was pretty much the best concert ever.<br /><br />I met up with some people from my old branch and Ingrid pretty much rocked out socks off. If you haven't heard of her, look her up, because she is seriously one of my favorite artists of the past few years. I'm sure going to the concert didn't help my sickness, because the next day I was pretty exhausted. I can't describe to you how so, so, so, so, so worth it it was, though. That was the most fun I had experienced in a long time.Wildfirehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09058061530119832668noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8177066396654555922.post-34243725154926211572009-10-12T19:45:00.002-06:002009-10-12T19:55:31.914-06:00My SundayI've decided that Sundays are pretty much the beginning of my workweek now, and here's why. The following is a breakdown of Sunday, October 11th:<br /><br />I wake up at 6 to get ready for my 7 AM EQ Presidency Stake training. That goes until about 8:15, and then I come home and type out a letter for the Stake President because he is teaching EQ in a couple weeks at Ward Conference. I also gather all the announcements and prepare an agenda for EQ that day so my counselor can conduct.<br /><br />Right after I finish I go right back to the church so I can find the program person to find out if there are any other announcements I'm missing. Also needed to chat with the RS President. I get stopped by four different people on my way back to the Priesthood room, causing me to get in the room only one minute before 9. Church for three hours. Two setting aparts, ward choir, PEC AND Ward Council afterward takes me to about 3:15. I finally get to go home, and I make some rice to eat for a sorta-lunch. Then EQ Presidency meeting at 4, which goes to about 5:15.<br /><br />After organizing the 20 or so papers I got througout the day, I hop on facebook and check it for a few minutes, then decided that I haven't read my book lately. So I pull that out, read a chapter, doze off with it on my chest until about 6:55, and run to the church because I have Stake Choir practice at 7. It should have ended at 8 but went until 8:30. I immediately run to my friends house because he invited me to dinner. I got there right in time, which was nice. <div>Delicious Chicken Courdon Bleu with homemade gravy to die for. Anyway, at that time, it was almost 9, so I had Ward Prayer. That was actually pretty fun this time. We played Never Have I Ever. But anyway, after that I head back to my friends because we still had cake to eat.<span style="font-weight: bold;"><br /><br /></span></div> <div> <div><span style="font-weight: bold;"></span><div>I had made plans to go over to another friends house because he got new songs for Rock Band.</div> <div>So after eating cake and playing Settlers of Zarahemla for a while, I went over to my other friends and played Rock Band until a little after midnight, then was up talking with them until about 1 AM. After that I finally went to bed.</div></div></div> <div> <div><span style="font-weight: bold;"></span><br />It was tons of fun, but it was a loooong day.<br /></div></div> <div> </div>Wildfirehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09058061530119832668noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8177066396654555922.post-20999107696741238082009-09-18T22:43:00.004-06:002009-09-18T22:50:46.516-06:00Follow upMy finish photo can be found <a href="http://www.smugmug.com/gallery/8422454_oWmRz#652992240_JJMN7">here</a>.<br />I'd post it here, but if I try to copy it it tells me I'm a thief.<br />Also, my official stats are as follows: 23:35 was my official time.<br />Overall I was 34th place. For the men I placed 31st. For age 25-29 I placed 4th. 4TH! One spot away from winning a prize!!! Granted, I would have needed to run 1:51 faster to beat the next guy in my age group, but still. It's the thought that I was that close. Next year, I promise to be better.Wildfirehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09058061530119832668noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8177066396654555922.post-1277179809821699962009-09-13T22:15:00.003-06:002009-09-13T22:35:44.396-06:00Double HeaderWell, I finally ran my 5k this weekend, and I'm pleased with my result. I had planned on coming in at about 25 minutes, based off some workouts recently.<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiKkFTJOX-lxneIG0IRCyOrJlzO_dCamKpgUM_uszicjLo8tYH5MMC3xMWjs_z2jbtA2Fj65c_47nEDbN4B88hqoQYLZ9nKWJMw_iCjhuqR9INWCebnlEFygmH0YjrWPPmReKNNQmywyhM/s1600-h/layton5k.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiKkFTJOX-lxneIG0IRCyOrJlzO_dCamKpgUM_uszicjLo8tYH5MMC3xMWjs_z2jbtA2Fj65c_47nEDbN4B88hqoQYLZ9nKWJMw_iCjhuqR9INWCebnlEFygmH0YjrWPPmReKNNQmywyhM/s320/layton5k.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5381174521462965074" border="0" /></a>As you can see, I was pretty much bottled lightning. So fast that the camera couldn't capture me. In reality, Lisa was borrowing her friends camera and it didn't perform as admirably as one would hope. But it mostly got the job done. My watch clocked me at 23:37, so I was about a minute and a half faster than I planned. Woohoo!! I actually really enjoyed the course, with one exception. There is a really small hill at the end you turn a corner and you have literally 25 meters to go, so if you don't know the course very well, you have a hard time knowing when exactly to give a last good push. But oh well. Maybe next year.<br /><br />Most of you who read this probably know already, but I'm the new EQP in my ward. After a month of waiting, it finally became official today. Weird, scary, exciting. And that's pretty much all I have to say on that.Wildfirehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09058061530119832668noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8177066396654555922.post-13819395860203756212009-08-30T23:30:00.013-06:002009-08-31T00:47:46.301-06:00Long time comin'<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjouTTb40HDjZ1kFaQYwyEABxj__T2gWtu1MWnrOSOCwrajU4wOTtQ5-NBnYxc-TwAjisizwwMWt-UQthxs-ju3Y5S49oBWeKHnDTXsDRlqTjjd8U2xsTIpZsQxdqXACcEOy4pDEx9kd3k/s1600-h/Timp2.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjouTTb40HDjZ1kFaQYwyEABxj__T2gWtu1MWnrOSOCwrajU4wOTtQ5-NBnYxc-TwAjisizwwMWt-UQthxs-ju3Y5S49oBWeKHnDTXsDRlqTjjd8U2xsTIpZsQxdqXACcEOy4pDEx9kd3k/s320/Timp2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5376014882579407410" border="0" /></a><br /><br />Hooookay, it's been a couple weeks since I posted last. I was doing so well at one post a week for a while. I'm sorry for disappointing all of you. Let's move on though, shall we?<br /><br />Mt. Timpanogos. A well-known landmark of Utah Valley, and the second highest peak of the Uintas. Perhaps the most hiked peak in Utah, one would think that due to it's popularity, it would by necessity be a fairly easy hike. You would be wrong, fyi. It's no Y hike. Do not bring your children on this hike unless they are super-human. Let me stop here and give you a little back story.<br /><br />During FHE, a guy in my ward invited anyone who wanted to come on a midnight hike of Mt. Timp so we would be up there in time for the sunrise. Sounds pretty decent, I thought. Forgo a little sleep for a nice sunrise on a mountain top. So I pulled out the old Camelbak and prepared every needful thing (As a sidenote, it always seems like every time I go on a hike with dad, he manages to put every thing you might ever need into his pack. On this trip, I felt like dad, because I could have supplied my group with jerky, trail mix, toilet paper, hand sanitizer, duct tape, and fruit snacks all by myself). I took a nice two hour nap on friday evening to prepare for being up late. We had planned on being on the trail by midnight, but a friend of a guy in my group was going to join us with his friends, and they were running late, and then they led us up a road that we didn't really need to go up, so then we had to drive back down. After all was said and done, it was 12:45 when we started. But no biggie, really.<br /><br />The friend-of-a-friends group started out at a breakneck pace, quite faster than I was really willing to go, so the friend-of-a-friend (hereafter referred to as FOF) group ditched us on their quest to conquer the mountain as quickly as possible. Since it was dark, we didn't exactly get great pictures to start off with:<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgybD_91x78mwddTfYfEIoAEacDb-nSqg2mCslcnakTuUALGQLZvzvIb-5D_UYfD-rdvDXRrNZy97s5wi2iTTwFAUP95yJxCbKVO3ep0NGtRgjHFJyWuT4-zeZY6eRcNErUdhTDXHEuhqM/s1600-h/IMG_0330.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgybD_91x78mwddTfYfEIoAEacDb-nSqg2mCslcnakTuUALGQLZvzvIb-5D_UYfD-rdvDXRrNZy97s5wi2iTTwFAUP95yJxCbKVO3ep0NGtRgjHFJyWuT4-zeZY6eRcNErUdhTDXHEuhqM/s320/IMG_0330.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5376000188503793266" border="0" /></a>If you look closely, there is a waterfall behind all the mist that my camera so expertly captured.<br /><br />At any rate, we moved along nicely by the light of our flashlights, being rather oblivious of the sheer cliff faces we hiked next to. We were all in rather good spirits until about 3 AM, when my body finally started telling me that it would rather be sleeping than hiking up a mountain just to see some measly sunrise. Undeterred, I shoved some trail mix in my mouth, sucked on my water, and kept chugging. We finished a long section of switchbacks and found ourselves in a field of sorts, though since we couldn't see it very well it was hard to appreciate.<br /><br />The trail at that point had decided that any hiker passing through would have had a good enough rest, so threw some random hills in, causing me to have the need to literally use my hands to push my legs up one particular section, and if it weren't for the fact that we were so far along, I may have just given up right then.<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhRDy_w29pGGnUvIzpRw1m9HO_2Yl4x7UXY5BogGVo-T5YdiRVfHbOygPf5CKOa_b7o1Huv3bvZ-Y6IviSMj01ETh_Mt9ZHoI7fJS8tYf-8Ez_tyC9MUh0F1DOqnREFfDY1VePLt_wCyYw/s1600-h/IMG_0333.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhRDy_w29pGGnUvIzpRw1m9HO_2Yl4x7UXY5BogGVo-T5YdiRVfHbOygPf5CKOa_b7o1Huv3bvZ-Y6IviSMj01ETh_Mt9ZHoI7fJS8tYf-8Ez_tyC9MUh0F1DOqnREFfDY1VePLt_wCyYw/s320/IMG_0333.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5376002658037798050" border="0" /></a>I'm starting to wonder what I've gotten myself into.<br /><br />My hiking mates convinced me to continue, and we slowly made our way through some perma-snow and up to a ridge called The Saddle, which gives a gorgeous view of Utah Valley.<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhIu5TsFX4EQY70ekRBtPkEd5Yt-fqCjtXEp1TKVumM33QNPR9H9uDC2ktKevbKwATtc-3qsjuZTXSes2-J3W-SY-2Yz2cmU48ljVND97rsdNDgiOLB3vXsjuoE-gh2gv1piprJ6PDyeTE/s1600-h/Timp3.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhIu5TsFX4EQY70ekRBtPkEd5Yt-fqCjtXEp1TKVumM33QNPR9H9uDC2ktKevbKwATtc-3qsjuZTXSes2-J3W-SY-2Yz2cmU48ljVND97rsdNDgiOLB3vXsjuoE-gh2gv1piprJ6PDyeTE/s320/Timp3.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5376002650189423090" border="0" /></a>You could actually see a portion of the Salt Lake Valley as well, but I didn't have anything to stabilize my camera with, so it turned out to be a blurry mess. In fact, I stole this pic from my friend because it turned out better than mine. At this point in the hike, it's about 5 AM, and you have just hiked about 6 miles. You have a nice little vista, and a perfect place to watch the sunrise. But nooooo, there are still about 400 feet of elevation you need to go before you can rest, so you suck down some water and chomp on a granola bar and off you go. Nearly one hour later, you reach the top with some little metal shack and a form you can sign, proving you made it to the top. My first though was roughly as follows: "What person in their right mind would take the time to construct a fairly sturdy metal shack at the height of nearly 12,000 feet? I mean, seriously?"<br /><br />So your body is just screaming for sleep, but you manage to sign the register, then throw on the jacket and gloves you brought up with you because it is <span style="font-weight: bold;"><span style="font-weight: bold;">c<span style="font-style: italic;">old</span></span></span> up there. I think I managed to doze off for about two minutes, but that was enough for me to make it through. We eventually situated in a different spot so we could get a good view of the sunrise coming up over Heber, and settled down for some snacks and conversation.<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjm7VoYxbolokb_lPIxnS_a867DBbt6SGq76DvRqC0k-j3dm0iYNhTg_EEquzn3aBF_iRTcL0mXlGYzHaqx9qSsJViK8SYrok1hl5elDrSQWI51gmDnQO3mXcwUMyB3sb3BI_2RdsB67tI/s1600-h/IMG_0341.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjm7VoYxbolokb_lPIxnS_a867DBbt6SGq76DvRqC0k-j3dm0iYNhTg_EEquzn3aBF_iRTcL0mXlGYzHaqx9qSsJViK8SYrok1hl5elDrSQWI51gmDnQO3mXcwUMyB3sb3BI_2RdsB67tI/s320/IMG_0341.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5376005683508740546" border="0" /></a><br />Nothing like cold water and trail mix for breakfast at 11,000 feet with 100 other people. Seriously, there was an insane amount of people there at the summit, with about 30 or so more staying at the Saddle for the sunrise.<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgQrJbaxArnrRj6uJs7hXLxFiyRk-8Mt98JNh_iuPLS7rqtA4ip_ZGfPFYFMdvKGEr4FMxZpOS1GSsdAcx6lvS1D95Tr5TOoJ62UmgJRiX8Kh4yXN3bf5wrjcyqu13nJUBzDdqlWVCYkVA/s1600-h/IMG_0346.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgQrJbaxArnrRj6uJs7hXLxFiyRk-8Mt98JNh_iuPLS7rqtA4ip_ZGfPFYFMdvKGEr4FMxZpOS1GSsdAcx6lvS1D95Tr5TOoJ62UmgJRiX8Kh4yXN3bf5wrjcyqu13nJUBzDdqlWVCYkVA/s320/IMG_0346.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5376006424130879474" border="0" /></a>We were in the middle, so this is about half the people that were there. And yes, some people were actually hanging out at the top with just a t-shirt and shorts on. How they managed, I don't know. But we hung out for a while, I took the time to pop the blister on each of my heels, duct taped them up, and popped the shoes back on. We all decided that we were ok with not physically seeing the sun come over the horizon, so at about 6:45 we left the summit to beat the crowd.<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhoceYW7a5P70rEORKNgvIxj4deeZQYhlpnw3dizSd5wmWvRG0UU6-GekTXOUcObRG_oM_LlLRNI4razEGNKaV-kNtQUwLhvwcrVbWQXr_-P6zRbsFZkPFZk6WOGHrmFlVzEC2nZvGfe8k/s1600-h/IMG_0347.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhoceYW7a5P70rEORKNgvIxj4deeZQYhlpnw3dizSd5wmWvRG0UU6-GekTXOUcObRG_oM_LlLRNI4razEGNKaV-kNtQUwLhvwcrVbWQXr_-P6zRbsFZkPFZk6WOGHrmFlVzEC2nZvGfe8k/s320/IMG_0347.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5376007642938980802" border="0" /></a>The sun got a little closer than this image, but I was busy with my heels and didn't snap a last pic before we left.<br /><br />If you have ever hiked anything somewhat significant before, you know that going down can be just as painful as going up. Well, that held true for this hike, perhaps moreso. Imagine using up all your energy in the middle of the night, then being asked to hike down a thousand feet or so of elevation on absolutely no sleep. Good times. We managed to snap a shot <span style="font-style: italic;">just</span> before the sun came up, and it turned out quite nicely, if I do say so myself.<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiK1pTWEpQObKfr_O_s9DDQaHoxch_2yul6n5f2f_GO_vgZDur_m37ccst5bc7TTp0YNXOCvOghtz527A3MUctQRO38YfjYLQyGkWrPsXLfxTY7BgQhtoQEhZO78xFjw7Wf15mF8VyTSwA/s1600-h/IMG_0352.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiK1pTWEpQObKfr_O_s9DDQaHoxch_2yul6n5f2f_GO_vgZDur_m37ccst5bc7TTp0YNXOCvOghtz527A3MUctQRO38YfjYLQyGkWrPsXLfxTY7BgQhtoQEhZO78xFjw7Wf15mF8VyTSwA/s320/IMG_0352.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5376008471590695842" border="0" /></a>And finally, here is the sun in all it's glory at 11,000 feet:<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiGAu08TxqWM6np-Aj6CtQ_Zr6Svn6oiaPlh9v5H6wYm7BHiuNQht4uU-HQo_BS_Ls1tqC9QWIB1WRwKVa0__sBcmJKQoG-2ROCjS7rhsFhil3Awe3g31IhtgQL8SPg3gNEATcm54npX3I/s1600-h/IMG_0354.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiGAu08TxqWM6np-Aj6CtQ_Zr6Svn6oiaPlh9v5H6wYm7BHiuNQht4uU-HQo_BS_Ls1tqC9QWIB1WRwKVa0__sBcmJKQoG-2ROCjS7rhsFhil3Awe3g31IhtgQL8SPg3gNEATcm54npX3I/s320/IMG_0354.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5376008746756089746" border="0" /></a>The picture really doesn't do this view justice, but such is the nature of photographs. Once the sun came out, we of course were able to see our surroundings finally and it really is a great view throughout the hike. It was kinda like doing two hikes in one since we couldn't see anything on our way up. I'll cut out some scenery shots due to space, but I'll have the full set uploaded to Facebook, or you can just ask me to show it to you when I'm around.<br /><br />Suffice it to say, we were all exhausted, so we decided to hike down to a shack that was built near Emerald Lake, a small lake that is basically fed off the perma-snow up there. As we drew closer, we came upon something unexpected:<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgqmsslE3cu2VuckxP7RRKGPzzK9RqOG_j0C0sF148PFVOuoWiqvV0ajZdBvhKZhXNQoOVHVUw9zJPmq4CznjhNPOHyOayORhfpq5aSCpjo8LI0V-YTxKrFUNIuLc2GaQSUISPpy-fIL5o/s1600-h/IMG_0359.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgqmsslE3cu2VuckxP7RRKGPzzK9RqOG_j0C0sF148PFVOuoWiqvV0ajZdBvhKZhXNQoOVHVUw9zJPmq4CznjhNPOHyOayORhfpq5aSCpjo8LI0V-YTxKrFUNIuLc2GaQSUISPpy-fIL5o/s320/IMG_0359.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5376010428476779250" border="0" /></a>Mountain Goats! There was a herd of 50 or so there, which was pretty neat. We went to the shack to take a nap while waiting for a couple others in our group. Between the light, the sounds of the hikers, and the utter fear of a goat coming up and nibbling on me, I didn't sleep, but rather chose to take a few photos of the surroundings.<br /><br />Once our group finally met up together, we again started down the mountain, with a loooooong way to go. The hike down is excruciating not only because of your joints and muscles screaming in exhaustion at every impact of your feet, but because it feels like an eternity. The parking lot didn't seem like it got closer for hours. We knew we were making progress when we got close to the waterfall again, though.<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhIuDCvSyiNc4k4PP2koziArt0WPv1BZQsIVKKY3FEwdBwEVEs2zQ_kYypO2tq2OFCto59eKP2gCeFxElNFoI8FU15WKtBN86qcR4Lz6rH-J9sPd_CQA7uTLHzQ94QRIIiy0BWgiMoUfeU/s1600-h/IMG_0371.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhIuDCvSyiNc4k4PP2koziArt0WPv1BZQsIVKKY3FEwdBwEVEs2zQ_kYypO2tq2OFCto59eKP2gCeFxElNFoI8FU15WKtBN86qcR4Lz6rH-J9sPd_CQA7uTLHzQ94QRIIiy0BWgiMoUfeU/s320/IMG_0371.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5376012166016219890" border="0" /></a>Here we met back up with the FOF group, who had passed us as we napped higher up the mountain. I took the time to get a little artsy and capture falling water. I also downed an entire bag of peach rings in preparation of the last 20 minutes down.<br /><br />10 1/2 hours after we first started, we made it to the car. And let me tell you, at that point, lying down in the back seat was as near to heaven as I think I've ever been. Conveniently, I finished my water right at the bottom of the hill. Pretty good timing, don't you think? Once I got home, I took a very thorough shower, climbed in bed at about noon, and didn't get out of bed until 8. I then got up and ate a peanut butter sammich, drank some water, and attempted to sleep again. I couldn't, so I watched a bit of The Office, then went to sleep, and didn't wake up until 7:30 Sunday. It was a glorious way to spend 20 hours.<br /><br />So all in all, the injuries I got were a blister on each of my heels, a cut hand from falling on the snow (one of a few times I fell going down, actually. Darn shoes are losing their touch), two slightly tweaked ankles, a slightly tweaked left knee, and very tired muscles. Not too bad for a 14 mile round trip hike.<br /><br />----------------<br />Now playing: <a href="http://www.foxytunes.com/artist/the+postal+service/track/such+great+heights" title="'The Postal Service - Such Great Heights' - open on FoxyTunes Planet">The Postal Service - Such Great Heights</a><br /><span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153); font-style: italic; font-size: 10px;">via <a style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);" href="http://www.foxytunes.com/signatunes/" title="FoxyTunes - Web of music at your fingertips">FoxyTunes</a></span>Wildfirehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09058061530119832668noreply@blogger.com4