tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20403670340873097682024-03-12T23:05:59.300-07:00That One Kyle"The call for courage comes constantly to each of us. It has ever been so, and so shall it ever be."
-Thomas S. MonsonKyle and Randee!http://www.blogger.com/profile/14792733983582297381noreply@blogger.comBlogger13125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2040367034087309768.post-74725042229948500222011-06-27T19:52:00.000-07:002011-06-27T19:52:48.023-07:00Day 5<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">Today we woke up at the same time as we did when we had conversation class because we wanted to walk to school and take our time and look around at all the shops. We took our time and saw many many shops, I am very impressed with the lack of mega business. CR has resisted, it seems, a lot of massive corporations moving in and taking over. Its so amazing to see all the local businesses on every corner selling local produce or locally made breads. Its not the packaged crap that we eat a home.I have had the best stomach I have had in a long long time.I love how fresh and real the food is. The people here are so kind and helpful I haven't me a single person who was even standoffish towards our obvious tourist selves.I have to say I couldn't be happier here. I love it here. Its so beautiful, my family and roommates are just amazing. I am learning so so much and to top it off I get to be here with the woman I love. Pura Vida por seguro!!<br />
Thanks for reading and remember who you are.</div>Kyle and Randee!http://www.blogger.com/profile/14792733983582297381noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2040367034087309768.post-66760433696882680202011-06-27T19:31:00.000-07:002011-06-27T19:31:17.289-07:00Day 3<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"> Today was Wednesday we had to be there early again we ate breakfast early, it was toast with jam with a local cheese it was so flipping good. We left to school and caught our usual crazy bus. It seemed especially crazy today, fast and reckless. It was sweet. We had a good day at school, I cant believe how hard we dive into it We are moving at 90 miles an hour. I have to say it is really difficult but I kind of like it. I dont think I have studied one subject so intently at any time in my life.It has almost taught me the potential of the human mind. My vocab has already increased so much. Im so excited to see where Ill be in a few weeks. The food here is very unique, I say this tentatively because they don't, in my opinion have a intensely defined food tradition. Some of the dishes remind me of Mexican food but others are very very strange, almost plain. I dont know why, other than Casado I haven't really had any "uniquely" Costa Rican food. I hope to have the chance to try more dishes, with some more unique spice combinations and flavors.<br />
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Thanks for reading and remember who you are.</div>Kyle and Randee!http://www.blogger.com/profile/14792733983582297381noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2040367034087309768.post-6170867425405721412011-06-27T18:54:00.000-07:002011-06-27T18:54:25.375-07:00Day two! Tuesday 21st<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"> Today we left for school at 8. Eduardo walked us to the bus stop and we waited for quite a while, 20 minutes or so. It finally came, the fair is less than a dollar, about 65 cents a trip. We arrived at school and had our orientation meeting where they explained the excursions and they was school is setup up. We have conversation classes twice a week for two hours and every day we have four hours of regular class. We hit the ground running to say the least we studied hard and fast. We covered a lot of materiel. OH ya, our teacher is named Alejandro. He is so cool, he really appears to be the nicest guy. Very soft spoken and friendly. We talked about the future tense. It was crazy I had never heard of it before. It wasn't too too hard, just a little weird. It was crazy to dive into new material after day one. I cant believe how much I feel like I have learned. San Jose is such an interesting city, it is very large, millions in fact, but the landscape is very very low, there are now highrises or sky scrapers. The city is very congested, tons of drivers and even more pedestrians. We live in a Barrio called Moravia in another area called Los Collegios. Its quite a nice area however, despite how nice the area EVERY building in the city is heavily protected, all the windows have bars on them. Our house has three armored gates. It takes like 10 minutes to enter our house. Pretty funny. Ill talk about food and cultural stuff tomorrow. <br />
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Thanks for reading and remember who you are.</div>Kyle and Randee!http://www.blogger.com/profile/14792733983582297381noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2040367034087309768.post-76543697552015863842011-06-27T18:15:00.000-07:002011-06-27T18:15:00.676-07:00Return of the blog, limited edition<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">Well we here and boy was it a weird day. We left St. George at 1030 and arrived in LV at around 1115 because you gain an hour going into Nevada. We took the drive from the airport and got our first taste of San Jose driving, man oh man is it crazy, traffic laws, if they exist are not at all obeyed. People swerve, pass and do as they need to get where they are going, ironically, people here are super patient and rage driving doesn't happen. People are super kind and thoughtful. Pura Vida I suppose. Our family is super sweet there names are Eduardo y Alba. They are really helpful and fun. They try to only speak Spanish with us. Our roommates are from Texas. two sets of cousins. One set, Mike and Joseph are brothers and the other Richard and Clarissa are Bro and Sister.They are flippin sweet. We have hit it off great. I didn't sleep very well last night though. The new environment aka ITS FREAKIN HOT AND HUMID, really is throwing me off already. I feel sticky and nasty all the time. Hopefully Ill get used to it. Tonight's dinner was so good and I'm so excited to start school today. I have lots to say about the city and how interesting it is Ill get to that tomorrow. <br />
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Thanks for reading and remember who you are.</div>Kyle and Randee!http://www.blogger.com/profile/14792733983582297381noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2040367034087309768.post-261995752922581442010-09-13T21:23:00.000-07:002010-09-13T21:23:31.481-07:00well here is a test<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjxrh0TxWIgOOYUuKw0EwrmmFs8Em5G3rcK4sfuFgQ-9Qtw0-K-WcknMvamIaclg-7iUUMRyUaD15UESQBMv9pp-t-8XjJWuNr36KG9_S43H5NKo6Sr8JZ6nq0bLp5gPinLQNF85xhpX-4/s1600/09132010052.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjxrh0TxWIgOOYUuKw0EwrmmFs8Em5G3rcK4sfuFgQ-9Qtw0-K-WcknMvamIaclg-7iUUMRyUaD15UESQBMv9pp-t-8XjJWuNr36KG9_S43H5NKo6Sr8JZ6nq0bLp5gPinLQNF85xhpX-4/s320/09132010052.jpg" /></a></div>This is s test to see how my camera phone takes pictures of food.<br />
Thanks for reading and remember who you are.Kyle and Randee!http://www.blogger.com/profile/14792733983582297381noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2040367034087309768.post-77309753811839137662010-06-08T13:16:00.000-07:002010-06-08T13:16:07.528-07:00Business<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhzMQkWKOYSbZgCVmILutIncaZE1wx_zcbiYLwmF8VCwbqoTY1j7czlnFt68NM8ipSHXVka5sm0D4MSdKIq8bR3z-pVbydUQ-qBvvp6tHcRcjb6dd0jN0DRjn0dsoxnzrtLyywji3Zuq8w/s1600/cube-farm.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhzMQkWKOYSbZgCVmILutIncaZE1wx_zcbiYLwmF8VCwbqoTY1j7czlnFt68NM8ipSHXVka5sm0D4MSdKIq8bR3z-pVbydUQ-qBvvp6tHcRcjb6dd0jN0DRjn0dsoxnzrtLyywji3Zuq8w/s320/cube-farm.jpg" /></a></div>First of all that word is actually kind of hard to spell. Its tricky. So for that last year or so I have been working for a Telecommunications company called Ranger Communications. Its awesome! I really like it. Its not like your normal job. Its not even close to 9-5, the skill set required is really great to have. Its a really strange mix of construction-ess skills and technical skills, basically its a great mix of the physical and mental tasks. This post is not about my job however, its about what I have learned while on the job. We work at businesses. We go onsite and install and service BTS Phones for small or medium sized businesses. I have learned a lot about corporate America. What a terrible terrible place to be. Whoa. it makes me very sad. I have heard stories of the dreaded cubicle farms the burden of deadlines and not to mention wearing "business attire". I have to say however that the saddest thing I have seen is all the silliness that almost seems to fester in such setting. The bickering, the fighting, the cutthroat dog eat dog mentality of corporate America. I have been privy to MANY conversations that I did not want to hear. Its almost wild. I laugh a lot at the stories I hear and shake my head even more. I have even seen yelling and near crying.<br />
So as I have spent a lot of time working amongst these "corpos" as they will be known from here on I have wondered, Why!? Why??? I don't understand why this exists. I have narrowed it down to a few possible reasons.<br />
1. Human Nature of Movement and Exploration<br />
2.Greed<br />
3. Inner Frustration<br />
I am going to explore each of these further in later posts. But what I would like to do now is to initiate an almost interactive blog. For those few of you who read this. I would Love to hear what you think about my 3 possible ideas and what you think could be other more viable reasons. Also if you have any experiences working for the man.<br />
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Thanks for reading and remember who you are.Kyle and Randee!http://www.blogger.com/profile/14792733983582297381noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2040367034087309768.post-67212179849284026162010-03-29T21:49:00.000-07:002010-03-29T21:52:30.858-07:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgkWmX2abd6MXb0stwikm9ij_3tfYTRz5J_hIFgmAth_nG0S8p_AdMhOMnDuMr-ZjaSvvfS0ST88E83kdeENTTGbyC-oQrJhmNFaCvD5wM-LS5RrO0QDuCwj5jaaKdxjlkhsavaBSwFzI0/s1600/kim-15-girl-scout.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 279px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgkWmX2abd6MXb0stwikm9ij_3tfYTRz5J_hIFgmAth_nG0S8p_AdMhOMnDuMr-ZjaSvvfS0ST88E83kdeENTTGbyC-oQrJhmNFaCvD5wM-LS5RrO0QDuCwj5jaaKdxjlkhsavaBSwFzI0/s320/kim-15-girl-scout.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5454285237099168354" /></a><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#0000EE;"><u><br /></u></span></div>Okay. All I'm saying is that everyone once and a while you see an Image so prolific...so mind bendingly awesome that you have to scream it from the rooftops. I love this little girl. I want her to be my pal. I want her to come to my house to sell cookies. Id spend like fifty bucks on cookies if this girl sold em. Man. I love this picture. Enjoy all.<br />Thanks for reading and remember who you are.<div><br /></div><div><br /></div>Kyle and Randee!http://www.blogger.com/profile/14792733983582297381noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2040367034087309768.post-64989524730914438292010-03-26T15:54:00.000-07:002010-03-26T15:58:42.633-07:00I'm writing a book.DISCLAIMER DISCLAIMER DISCLAIMER I wrote this two years ago. Im only publishing it because I think its funny. I no longer feel this way. Okay your right..yes I do.. EXCEPT for my wife. Im not just saying this to stay out of trouble... honestly as honest as I can be. She is very very forthright. Enjoy.<br /><br /><br />I don't hate women....really I don't. I know what you are thinking..."oh great a<span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error">nother</span> rage blog about chicks" its not a rage blog, more of a constructive <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-corrected">criticism</span> blog.<br /><br /><br /><br />I have been thinking a lot, as I do. I am not about to make any <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-corrected">judgments</span> or even TRY to explain women, <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-corrected">that's</span> like understanding how rice <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_4" class="blsp-spelling-error">crispies</span> snap, crackle AND pop, and like why everything from China smells like fish, or why seeing someone get kicked in the <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_5" class="blsp-spelling-error">chone</span> <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_6" class="blsp-spelling-error">chones</span> is so funny, or why people buy <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_7" class="blsp-spelling-corrected">Volvo's</span> or why a human being would vote for <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_8" class="blsp-spelling-error">hilary</span> <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_9" class="blsp-spelling-error">clinton</span>....it just can not be explained. I'm instead going to attempt to just make a few suggestions to the wonderful group of people known as 'women'. here are a few things I think would help out the world<br /><br /><br /><br />1. <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_10" class="blsp-spelling-corrected">Don't</span> lie.<br /><br />2. <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_11" class="blsp-spelling-corrected">Don't</span> be liars.<br /><br />3. <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_12" class="blsp-spelling-corrected">Don't</span> bear false witness<br /><br />4. Be honest<br /><br />5. Be a not liar.<br /><br />6. Only tell the truth<br /><br />7. Be a truth teller.<br /><br />8. Be an <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_13" class="blsp-spelling-error">anti</span>-liar advocate(and practice what you advocate)<br /><br /><br /><br />My suggestions may be numerous but they are simple.<br /><br />For instance....if you don't want to go on a date. Follow rule number 6.<br /><br />If you do have feelings for a young man, follow rule number 1<br /><br />If you are asked a question follow rule number 7<br /><br />If someone does really look fat rules 1-8 do not apply.<br /><br /><br /><br />Ladies...I love you....remember these are only minor suggestions.<br /><br />Read this. I proved it.<br /><br /><br /><br /><a href="http://drhelen.blogspot.com/2008/03/do-women-lie-more.html">http://drhelen.blogspot.com/2008/03/do-women-lie-more.html</a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />Ps. This blog has no specific reference to any one particular woman. Don't give yourself that much credit<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />Thanks for reading and remember who you are.Kyle and Randee!http://www.blogger.com/profile/14792733983582297381noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2040367034087309768.post-45463521362229996082010-03-24T19:21:00.001-07:002010-03-24T19:33:58.463-07:00oops<div></div><br /><br /><div>Going to College for things that require reading and writing severely inhibits me from keeping a valid blog. I have nothing a worth to say I suppose. And I just saw that I actually had some people who commented on one or two of my posts. I had no idea. Sorry to all of you who I ignored. Ignorantly I swear...<span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error">hehe</span>. Well maybe it will be good for me to write more. I thought I was merely keeping an online journal. Odd sounding pair of words...Online Journal...odd. <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-error">Anywho</span>. ALSO I found some pages that I never posted. I will do so. they are funny. Because I wrote them TWO years ago. I was silly(er). Anywho Again....So just a few minutes ago I had an idea. I write all ALL <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-error">ALLL</span> the time. I should just post what I write. So here it is. For the next while <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_4" class="blsp-spelling-error">Im</span> just going to post my History writings. Most of which are elementary. But one <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_5" class="blsp-spelling-error">im</span> actually pretty proud of. I worked my <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_6" class="blsp-spelling-error">tookes</span> off writing it. HA. any who. Here are a few. Im also aware that these are too long for most attention spans...either way. I want to post them.</div><br /><br /><div></div><br /><br /><div></div><br /><br /><div>Thanks for reading and remember who you are.</div>Kyle and Randee!http://www.blogger.com/profile/14792733983582297381noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2040367034087309768.post-32956610890556955222008-05-20T19:26:00.000-07:002008-12-11T07:14:10.410-08:00oh man summer<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhfPJ-91p2dU_FNyy-ILGczHJ3e_fQ7bwS-GBHUogybnFBPNNyIniy0dRFaLNMEDeg6aWKYU1ghcZ1EpbAEzaTzyxnHtIJDiWCVU5HaCB2WdRYUFADbij257zE1LJ7DIBSTPScXTydmeOo/s1600-h/Supercalib%252050.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5202655718147525634" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhfPJ-91p2dU_FNyy-ILGczHJ3e_fQ7bwS-GBHUogybnFBPNNyIniy0dRFaLNMEDeg6aWKYU1ghcZ1EpbAEzaTzyxnHtIJDiWCVU5HaCB2WdRYUFADbij257zE1LJ7DIBSTPScXTydmeOo/s400/Supercalib%252050.jpg" border="0" /></a> This is my EXACT bike except my crank is not BLUE<br /><div></div><br /><div>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 <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">snow cone</span> hurl". Summer time is really the reason why I live(<span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1">PS</span>...by dad just threw a jalapeno at me, we are <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2">Mexican</span> we eat them ALL the time). Anyway, why I live....yes...summer. Summer time in Ogden before the <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3">mish</span> was so simple and wonderful...I worked at the pool, cruised around with my crew and <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4">didn't</span> worry about a darn thing. Yes....summer....summer <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5">lovin</span> was also a must. girls just look better in the summer....hmmmm....weird.</div><br /><div></div><br /><div>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 <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6">outside</span> 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 <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7">Saturdays</span> but that <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8">their</span> are not even windows in the store to see out side.....oh well.</div><br /><div></div><br /><div>This summer I plan on doing a few things of worth...like contributing to the "legion of doom" my <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9">men's</span> slow pitch softball team. Last nights games was especially great for two reasons.</div><br /><div>1. we won.</div><br /><div>2. the 15 year girl whew announced the game apparently missed 4t<span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10">h</span> <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11">grade</span> when the covered the work "legion". She <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12">referred</span> to us as the "...(<span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13">awkward</span> stutter and brief pause)legend of doom" </div><br /><div>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. </div><br /><div></div><br /><div></div><br /><div>I'm also going to Hawaii in august..<span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14">I'm</span> not gonna lie...<span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15">I'm</span> so excited I shave my legs a month ago.</div><br /><div>So to all of you....have a good summer. remember who you are and be happy. </div><br /><div></div><br /><div>"Summer is the time to build up a <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_16">reseviour</span> of joy to last us the winter."</div><br /><div>-some guy</div><br /><div></div><br /><div>Thanks for reading and remember who you are.</div>Kyle and Randee!http://www.blogger.com/profile/14792733983582297381noreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2040367034087309768.post-47376294607774803502008-04-28T21:13:00.001-07:002008-12-11T07:14:10.795-08:00Finaling<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhKBzJ5Rl_48FoHIVTK3n-e-_EN0YvXEaWlgEyLn9Og56dknaX01cpIZKIsqCGQj7Xi5HHwkBZAeEp-9_uNDUCcRrR6UNgnXDFATFig8chlfectSEqR8hjztCTHU0Q1l7SCh7dlm-unKcs/s1600-h/Finals+Blog.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5194515668360150594" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhKBzJ5Rl_48FoHIVTK3n-e-_EN0YvXEaWlgEyLn9Og56dknaX01cpIZKIsqCGQj7Xi5HHwkBZAeEp-9_uNDUCcRrR6UNgnXDFATFig8chlfectSEqR8hjztCTHU0Q1l7SCh7dlm-unKcs/s320/Finals+Blog.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div></div><br /><div>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!<br />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.<br />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.</div><br /><div>Thanks for reading and remember who you are.</div>Kyle and Randee!http://www.blogger.com/profile/14792733983582297381noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2040367034087309768.post-4918659655805692422008-04-08T16:07:00.001-07:002008-12-11T07:14:11.149-08:00I have a hero<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiv0oNj2ZMpvvoraz7OYDdBoUOS9Gl6UP4ecf1eTY8j7KBBUUg6DE9i4aV65ioRJ5Nr_4HDb2BPX76AUHpVNZIqW88Nkjpsrg3uuK9P-HudW9e-drm1bp5I4kXOFwlKiwOrqsnPpBymH6E/s1600-h/chris.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5187016158644834386" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiv0oNj2ZMpvvoraz7OYDdBoUOS9Gl6UP4ecf1eTY8j7KBBUUg6DE9i4aV65ioRJ5Nr_4HDb2BPX76AUHpVNZIqW88Nkjpsrg3uuK9P-HudW9e-drm1bp5I4kXOFwlKiwOrqsnPpBymH6E/s400/chris.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><p>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!<br /><br />1. his blog is freaking hilarious<br />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)<br />3. he is EXCELLENT at impersonating Fallon Hanson<br />4. he makes a perfect buddy for nap time.<br />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.<br />6. he doesn’t mind if you swear at him in jest<br />7. he is always there if you need a hug.</p><p>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.<br /><br />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. </p><p>Chris...you are my hero.</p><p>i guess number 8 isnt really a reason....but its a good story so im going to keep it.<br /><br />ps congrats on the whole having a kid thing.<br /> </p>Kyle and Randee!http://www.blogger.com/profile/14792733983582297381noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2040367034087309768.post-24471968439510291832008-04-08T11:13:00.000-07:002008-04-08T16:34:27.089-07:00kyle a blogger?<div align="left"><span style="font-family:courier new;">Well, </span></div><div align="left"><span style="font-family:courier new;">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.<br /><br />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.<br /><br />I love this state, with all my heart. I love it. The church is pretty good too I guess.<br /><br />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.<br /><br />Oh and I also go to college and stuff like that.<br /><br />peace</span></div>Kyle and Randee!http://www.blogger.com/profile/14792733983582297381noreply@blogger.com1