This is my EXACT bike except my crank is not BLUE
So its summer now...I know because today was the first time I got heat chills. Yes.....the heat chills. I love the heat chills, except for when they are followed with the heat dizziness and especailly when I get the "heat blue snow cone hurl". Summer time is really the reason why I live(PS...by dad just threw a jalapeno at me, we are Mexican we eat them ALL the time). Anyway, why I live....yes...summer. Summer time in Ogden before the mish was so simple and wonderful...I worked at the pool, cruised around with my crew and didn't worry about a darn thing. Yes....summer....summer lovin was also a must. girls just look better in the summer....hmmmm....weird.
This summer will be a little different. I have to work a lot.... to save money. HA. money. My place of employment is very hypocritical, in that I tell people every day about being outside soaking up the sun, being one with nature, exploring and crawling over giant mountains and trekking over boulders and much fallen timer and of course what gear they need to do this. The irony lies in that not only do I work ALL DAY, 5 days a week including Saturdays but that their are not even windows in the store to see out side.....oh well.
This summer I plan on doing a few things of worth...like contributing to the "legion of doom" my men's slow pitch softball team. Last nights games was especially great for two reasons.
1. we won.
2. the 15 year girl whew announced the game apparently missed 4th grade when the covered the work "legion". She referred to us as the "...(awkward stutter and brief pause)legend of doom"
I also have been doing bit of mountain biking...I love it. such a fun thing. cranking up hill and then CRUISING DOWN. we only go up to go down.
I'm also going to Hawaii in august..I'm not gonna lie...I'm so excited I shave my legs a month ago.
So to all of you....have a good summer. remember who you are and be happy.
"Summer is the time to build up a reseviour of joy to last us the winter."
-some guy
Thanks for reading and remember who you are.
So its been a while since I have written and I'm sure there are hundreds of disappointed readers out there(when I say hundreds I really mean zero people) I have a good excuse, one I'm sure everyone is using theses days, which is alright because it is pretty much valid no matter what. It goes like this; Wow, I'm sorry I would have done that but you know, i have so many finals to study for. Or, man those finals are killing me! MAN, finals are so darn tough! Jeepers, I can't handle the pressure!
I haven even gotten it from my professors! " I know we all have no time for anything because of finals but you still need to read this chapter." I was thinking at this moment...is she kidding. I have SO much free time its sick. To be hones this is one of those things that has bothered my for a long time now." I have no time" BULL! Of course you do. Their are 24 hours in every day. MAN that's a long, long time! That's 12 movies!!!! Man (my internal clock runs on movie time, like "Ill be there in a half a movie", or "man that was 3 movies long") really, my prof. has a degree in something cool, but is she really that dumb. I have 15 credit hours a full time job, I play on a rec. softball team and hang out with my buddies EVERY NIGHT and I still have plenty of time to do homework and sit on my bum and watch Rob and Big. Really. I was disappointed. Oh...but really I have been busy....too busy to write....you know because of finals.
I have 3 finals this week. One tomorrow, which I'm obviously comfortable with because I'm not studying right now. One Wednesday and Thursday. I have done the math and found that even if I get 0 points on all my finals the worst I could get in my classes would be a C. That was not a good math problem to do. Now I have a really really hard time motivating myself to do anything really. Man, math sucks in every way. hmmm. But to all those who are finaling out there. I say good luck and God's speed. Remember there is always the ATC.
Thanks for reading and remember who you are.
Okay...I don't know if your allowed to post twice in a day but since I have the fallback that "im sorry im new!" and because I hate rules anyway, im doing it. I have to, I am compelled to talk....about this man, yes the man seen above. His name is Christopher wilabee Clark(he asked for his middle name to be all lower case for some reason) and he changed my life. I think of list of ways he changed my life is the best way to tell this tale!
1. his blog is freaking hilarious
2. he is much more than a director, he is a friend(until you move or go on your mission and then he forgets you even exist)
3. he is EXCELLENT at impersonating Fallon Hanson
4. he makes a perfect buddy for nap time.
5. i was once really addicted to PCP and musical theater and he had me admitted to this really nice re-hab program down in castledale that specializes in PCP and MT(musical theater) addictions. im cured of one, thanks to chris.
6. he doesn’t mind if you swear at him in jest
7. he is always there if you need a hug.
8. this one time we went to ACTF in arizona and all of his student got out the first round because of bad direction and so we had about 4 days to burn, we had a nice rental mini-van that needed some miles so we did what any failed acting troop would do, we took turns running down the street while chris plowed though small ponds that developed on the side of the road. much water, much drenching, much laughter.
These 8 things, I think, summarize how I feel about chris, I have known him for coming on what it is now chris, 27 years or so. oh man....and all these things have remained true...so my friend. I hope this isn’t any more creepy than the usual things I do.....This goes out to you chris.
Chris...you are my hero.
i guess number 8 isnt really a reason....but its a good story so im going to keep it.
ps congrats on the whole having a kid thing.
Posted by
Kyle and Randee!
11:13 AM
Well,
truth be told I have never thought of myself as a blogger, in fact I have never really thought of myself as a writer, or a typist or a person who really understands the alphabet. So for me to start this blog is kind of a big deal, like a midget taking his first steps or a baker baking his first cake, you know, taking a sort of leap, a metaphorical step into the dark. I don’t know how it will go. I don’t know if anyone will read it. In fact I don’t think anyone will. I wouldn’t. HA, kidding. I suppose now that I think about, I write this assuming that my life is exciting enough to narrate….hmmmm…we will see I suppose. If anything this will be my journal that I should be writing. I suppose I should start.
My name is Kyle. I was born in Utah to goodly parents. I was raised here….as a young man who belonged to no church. Yes. I said it… I was raised in Utah not a member of the church…wowzers. I know what you’re thinking. “Wow that must have sucked.” Don’t cry for me Argentina. It was okay. Actually most people just assumed I was a member. HA. In fact right after I joined the church a certain young lady in high school came up to me and with the utmost eloquence and fine word choice said (Now as you read this, use the stereotypical “confused by the microwaves oven seventeen year old blonde from Utah” voice, and for me use the “really smart for his age and SUPER witty” voice…okay…go ahead. . “Kyle, I heard you got baptized” I replied with a confident, “uhhh….ya”, “but I thought you were already a member?”, “uhh…nope, I’m new to the church but I’m already pretty sure you only need to be baptized once.” Here’s my favorite; “but you don’t smoke and drink and have like tattoos and like piercings and like stuff like that.” I didn’t quite know what to say at this point so I just graciously punched her in the face in my mind and went on my way.
I love this state, with all my heart. I love it. The church is pretty good too I guess.
I guess I like this blogging stuff…Ill try it again soon, and now that you know more about me I feel our relationship growing already.
Oh and I also go to college and stuff like that.
peace
This is my EXACT bike except my crank is not BLUE
