clifford.

Walking Along the Cell Block

2010-04-27T19:54:00.000-07:00

Baltimore Wins Again!

2010-01-10T15:44:00.000-08:00

Garrett will now display his defensive tackle skills:

Come Play With Me! Come Play With Me!

2009-11-11T15:44:00.000-08:00

Garrett has mastered sticking out his tongue. Now he uses it to communicate his intense desire for attention. My boy! Listen to him pant.

Garrett's Laugh

2009-09-27T20:42:00.000-07:00

sterlopher

2009-04-20T18:28:00.000-07:00

oh hey sterling, it was super cool of you to come all the way to utah just to play softball at the park with all of us.
oh, wait, that's christopher.

weeeeird.

HAPPY BIRTHDAY EMILY!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

2009-01-30T11:39:00.000-08:00

Dear Emily,

I just wanted to drop you a quick line and say I really enjoyed our birthday dinner last week. I know it wasn't actually on your birthday, but I knew you would understand my busy show business schedule. LOL.

Anyway, thanks for such a wonderful evening, hope we can do it again soon.

Yours,
Ted

PS Here is the picture the paparazzi took. I hope you like it, I know I'll cherish it.

Because I am so sick of seeing "wagon wheel." (no offense Elizabeth)

2008-12-23T14:58:00.000-08:00

wagon wheel.

2008-05-28T23:08:00.000-07:00

this is one of those songs i feel that everyone in the family would enjoy,
and i like things like that. even in such a close group of people, it's hard to get 6 to agree on one thing. also, bob dylan wrote it. so, awesome.

Get you a ripe one

2008-05-28T22:33:00.000-07:00

Last year our garden didn't really work. We ended up with a couple dozen hard little grape sized tomatoes and a dead squash plant. This year it's going to be different. I built some retaining walls, tilled and mended the soil, and started earlier than mid-July.

The line up for this summer is:
Tomatoes (Roma for cold spaghetti and bottling. Cherry for dinner at dad's. Black plum, and japanese black for variety and salsa)
Peas
Carrots
Green beans
Sweet Peppers
Oregano
Basil
Cilantro
Lettuce
and Strawberries

Everything is in the ground except for the carrots and beans, but they will be soon. We got the tomatoes from Wasatch Community Gardens, strawberries from Bruce and everything else is from seed.

Tomatoes
Pea rows, 'maters, and spices

Sweet Peppers (we started them inside about a month ago)

And our flowies (the strawberries are in the corner and the green pot.)

The flower patch will fill out more as the summer progresses, and (I hope) the garden will get greener and taller than it is now.

Bikes

2008-02-22T09:51:00.000-08:00

I really love bikes. A lot.

It seems like lately anytime you hear the word "bike" the next thing you hear is some guilt trip about peak oil and climate change and jerks in cars. I will admit, those things matter to me, a guy yelled some not very nice words at me earlier this very day. But when it comes right down to it, I just like bikes. If a kitten died every time I rode a bike, I would probably still do it.

I spent a good amount of time on Saturday cleaning my Somec (thank you all again, by the way). Then I spent most of Monday cleaning/playing with myOschner. I rode home from campus on Tuesday thinking I would hop on a bus when I saw one, but I never saw one, so I rode home all the way. When I got to 33rd, I started riding faster because I didn't want to see a bus (granted, not a long, but it's winter so I haven't done any rides over a few miles since fall). Thursday I went to the Salt Lake Bike Collective with Logan and got some parts. I hope I will have time this weekend to put them on the Oscher I just spent all Monday loving. All in all I've spent at least a few hours everyday this week either on a bike or touching a bike, and a silly amount of hours thinking about bikes.

At our house we have almost a dozen bikes. Tasha and I each have road bikes. We have matching English three speeds, Tasha has an early 90s Schwinn Caliente, a Schwinn hybrid something or other, and an awesome ladies cruiser we found at the dump in Colorado. Then I have my Marin rigid mountain bike, the bike that started it all. Then myBianchi mountain bike, which I bought as a high school student for $900.00, more money than I had ever spent on anything ever in my life. Finally, I think, my Somec commuter.

I can't really explain what it is that I love so much about bikes. It might be that each of my bikes has a distinct personality. It might be because I started loving bikes at a time when I didn't have money to spend on shop services, so I learned how to do any maintenance I needed by myself. I still haven't ever taken a bike into a shop and paid for work, so I know bikes, especially my bikes, more intimately than some people know their family members.

It might be that they are nearly perfect vehicles, if you know them. Add a trailer and you can carry groceries from the store, or a cooler to the park for a picnic, or a presentation for work. Take off the trailer and you have an unrivaled exercise machine that isn't mean like running is. Flatten the bar, shrink the gears and widen the tires and you can go up a mountain. Curl the bars, narrow the tires, add some teeth to the gears and you can ride hundreds of miles a day. Change the geometry, attach some panniers and fenders, wrap a guard around the chain and you can get to work and get some exercise at the same time.

I might even be able to give some of the reason I love bikes to their fairness. Bikes are socially equitable, the people who ride them aren't always, but bikes themselves are. Everyone, regardless of circumstance, can afford a bike. And once a bike has been procured, the owner instantly has an increased mobility that, for the expense involved, has no rival.

It might be the feeling you get when you get to the top of one of our canyons and run out of road, or the thrill of seeing 55 on your computer on the way back down. Or the satisfaction of seeing 4 digits on the overall mileage tracker at the end of the summer.

Then there are specific rides. Rolling past the alfalfa fields of Cache County in the summer with your jersey unzipped to mid-torso. Riding a pace line with some kids you met in your USU cycling class, peeling off one by one, taking turns pulling each other towards the Idaho border and seeing "25.0 avg. mpg." on the computer.

Or my favorite - Climbing a canyon in the rain. The sound of rain on your windbreaker. Your helmet is off and wrapped around your bars. There is that perpetual drop of water racing from one side of your cap brim to the other with every pedal stroke before it finally gets too heavy and lets go, only to be quickly replaced by another. There isn't anything in the whole world except the breath leaving your lungs with the pressure of train steam before it dissipates into the air, and the sound of your wheels pulling up the water on the road. For some silly reason, you look over your shoulder. Maybe you are looking for Michael Rasmussen, or maybe you are making sure you did indeed drop Fausto Coppi. Then your head comes back around and you rise out of the saddle, your cadence picks up two, five more revolutions a minute and you see the numbers on your computer get bigger. You settle into your new cadence and get back on the saddle and start planning your strategy for the last km of the climb.

I can't say for sure exactly what it is about bikes, but I love them.

christmas!!

2007-12-04T16:14:00.000-08:00

giver - recipient

elizabeth - tasha

tasha - megan

christopher - kristen

logan - sterling

kristen - christopher

emily- elizabeth

sterling - katie

megan - logan

katie - emily

edit.*

$20 limit.

enjoy.

Emily Comes to Town

2007-10-21T17:14:00.000-07:00

join us today or work for us tomorrow, suckas.

2007-10-15T14:17:00.000-07:00

that's right. i'm a future business leader of america.

and still not an ounce of school pride.

What Would Riggins Do?

2007-10-03T22:02:00.001-07:00

Memo to Sterling, Megan, and Elizabeth-

The rest of the kids are officially addicted to Friday Night Lights so it's probably a good idea for you guys to go ahead and jump on the bandwagon.

-kc

baby you can drive my car.

2007-08-13T18:58:00.001-07:00

cause i got my license today.
sweet.

The Trip South

2007-07-31T19:35:00.000-07:00

So, it is now Personal Postcard Time for cliffordkids.com.

First from Argentina,

For Elizabeth; the White Cat of La Boca. Is it called that by the locals? I dunno but, this makes me think Debbie Harry, The Cars, The Bangles, or Dire Straights album covers.

For the dewy eyed engaged ones:

Bust this move out at the wedding, eh? Eh?

For the older and wiser Christopher:

Flash, fins, and storage for the bike!

For Jayne; the U.S. has a White House; Argentina has a Pink House.

And a prominent female contender. Stay tuned for October 19th.

For Kate:

I believe they call this store NIKECHATEAU.

For Sterling:

"I had a horrible time and the food was terrible!"

For Tasha:

From the famous cemetery in Ricoletta where Eva Peron rests.

In Chile:

For Pops:
The Andes

"Eat somebody else's heart out!" Eh?

For Emily.

Hipper stencils then those they Toll Paint with.

Who's coming next time?

2007-07-10T19:25:00.001-07:00

check it out: i totally work here.

listen, kids.

2007-06-09T11:58:00.000-07:00

i was not a fan of this blog to begin with. i totally thought it was gonna be laaaaame. but turns out, i really like it.
so of course, right when i jump on board, the posts cease.
ummmmmmmmm. not cool.
how bout a few updates?
for starters, my birthday is in three days. =]

not as exciting as a bunny, but

2007-04-19T17:50:00.000-07:00

i passed my road test today. i can officially get my license now.
well, in august. when my stupid permit is up. sweet.
stay off the roads, kids, i'm gonna getcha.

New Headache

2007-04-18T18:11:00.000-07:00

I give you... Leonard Schembeckler.

Family Schmamily

2007-02-28T14:25:00.000-08:00

This is a month late (good timing for me!) but we probably all need a place where we can show off our cute sibling in the blink of the eye. And since that's one of the reasons the internet was invented, here we are in all our glory.

sweet spirits

marrieds #1

marrieds #2

boys

girls

dramatic ensemble cast

don't mess

hugs

Of course a mighty thanks to Mike for all real the hard work...

All Coast Clifford Return

2007-02-05T15:24:00.000-08:00

Clifford kids + Pops

Right Coast Clifford Xmas (phase one)

2006-12-29T10:40:00.000-08:00

Kelly C____ford has crushed the obstacles that academia has set before her. That we might have dined with her in her glory was grand, grand indeed.

hey d00ds.

2006-12-16T09:29:00.000-08:00

i started a flickr last night.
ummmm the pictures are sort of old.
more to come, probably.
but it's a start, i guess.

anyway, linkage:
http://www.flickr.com/photos/superradcliff/

now, let's not name names.

2006-12-03T18:20:00.000-08:00

or let's do.
after not a whole lot of negotiation or stress,
names for christmas gift exchanges have been drawn.
they are as follows:

katie has sterling
sterling has tasha
megan has christopher
tasha has elizabeth
emily has megan
christopher has emily
elizabeth has katie

remember to keep your gifts in the $10-15-ish range.
so thurr ya go.
let's go adopt an ethiopian girl.

The Right Coast Thanksgiving (still 2007)

2006-11-30T15:30:00.000-08:00

Atlantic City Turkey. Mmmm

Sterling also overindulged in one of Atlantic City's lesser known vices:

Crane machines!!!!

As you can see; he gambled and won BIG! That is a stuffed SAINT BERNARD, with stuffed brandy barrel standard. If you want to win big like that, you have to go 'All In'.

As for the Dance Dance Revolution machine, there is no recoverable footage, however, it remains the best show to catch while you're in town.

Thanksgiving 2007

2006-11-24T10:29:00.000-08:00

Lo-Lo's Birf-Dee!!!!!!!!

2006-11-14T17:40:00.001-08:00

Log-an is the name of a weird ear problem in various Filipino languages. In English, Logan is an awesome brother.

Here's why -

1.This is Logan. Notice the loooong arms and the shaky hips. The shaky hip waves represent Logan dancing/moving, which he is always doing.
2.A video camera. Logan loves to do that kind of stuff.
3.This is Logan swimming. It also represents water polo and various other sports such as softball and running (...away from police etc.)
4.A bass guitar, Logan is good at this. Also representative of music in general. FYI, he's going to be a rock star.
5.Colts, of course. Logan probably had more fun in high school than any of the rest of us.
6.Monkey. Cus monkey Logan.
7.Playing cards, Logan also loves(ed?) these. It may be too small to see, but this is two pair, aces over 8s or a "dead man's hand." So called because this is the hand Wild Bill Hickok was holding when he was murdered.
8.A Utah flag, American flag and Filipino flag (not in that order), cus those are the places Logan has spent most of his life.
9.ELMO!!! One of the best Logan personas.
10.Green Dots. Notice that Logan is in the center of them. This is a somewhat abstract representation of Logans personality. You see, Logan is the center of everything he does and he commands the attention of everything around him.
11.Still the dots. Each dot represents a multitude of Logan fans.
12.This may be my favorite. It's a bunny. When you google "fun," you get a picture of a bunny. I'm not sure what it is about this bunny that makes it fun incarnate, but I'd sure like to find out.

There you go brother. Now get back here.

Vote!

2006-11-06T09:12:00.000-08:00

Tomorrow is Sterlings big day! Here's to having a job after the elections!

Good luck Sterling.

And Good Luck Jim.

first high school dance. lyke omg.

2006-10-29T11:09:00.000-08:00

halloween dance.
my date and i went as lucy & ricky
(y'know, from i love lucy.)

that is all.

oh p.s. this was last night
and i already have a picture.
lotoja was what....2 months ago?
come on emily. this is getting ridiculous.

The Trek West

2006-10-16T06:01:00.000-07:00

The covered wagons will be loaded up Oct 29th. We pray the oxen will move swiftly 'fore the frost sets in...

So we're moving.
My new bike got stolen yesterday, the jackhammers at the constuction site were just too annoying on Sunday, Sterling jumps out of bed everytime a police car blares by.

And yet I worry that we'll be too bored in Howard County. Go figure.

From one KC to another

2006-10-14T19:13:00.002-07:00

Happy Birthday Katie Clifford! Sure do love ya!

Your pal,
the other Katie Clifford

Don't you see the resemblance?!

Alright Emily

2006-10-10T19:29:00.000-07:00

she has like three posts in here that are still in draft form and i demand that she finish them!!!!

Mom's Birthday!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

2006-10-06T16:48:00.000-07:00

Since I won't have access to a computer on the actual day, I am posting this one a little early. So here it is mom...

1) It's you. Happy Birthday.
2) What reminds us more of Jayne than a can of Dr. Pepper? Nothing, that's what.
3) David Strathairn.
4) Is california. It's where you grew up, mostly. It's also a fall color, cus you wear fall colors and like the season.
5) Is a stack of books. We always had books around the house.
6) Is a pot of flowers. You have always (as long as I can remember) liked to/been good at planting flowers and taking care of them. Not to mention wedding flowers.
7) A picture frame. Another artsy thing we associate with mom.
8) It reads "blah blah, es cargot blah blah vive le france, le mis..." That's french. You speak it and went on a mission there. It also represents creps (spelling?).
9) It's a head set. It represents your job. It also represents your conversational abilities and that you are a good talker.
10) Red-headed grand children...IN YOUR DREAMS! HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!!!!
11) A whole gaggle of interesting, extremely attractive children.
12) Chanel No.5. The smell of mom.
13) A bottle of Rhum, but not cus you're a drunk. It represents rhum cakes and other cooking which is another thing you are good at/like.
14) It's our long time family friend, Jerry Vormos (booh-ya...whatever that means!)

There you have it. Happy birthday mom. We hope it's a lovely* day.

*Once again, this card does not represent all memories/associations we hold.

**Great is what we would usually say, but you really like the word "lovely." Happy Birthday.

Volvo remastered

2006-10-05T09:51:00.000-07:00

Sterling and Megan added a fun new member of the family this summer.

Even hotter from the back.

My favorite part about Megan's car? The everpresent creature belted into the back seat.

Happy Birthday Old Man!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

2006-09-27T11:33:00.000-07:00

Dad is sixty, the big 6-0, four times the age of his youngest child, 10 years closer to being a century old than he is to being a new born, so old...well, you get it.

Happy Birthday Dad, in honor of you here is a card.

and here is the Key.
1)A NASCAR car, I don't know if you like the Jimmy Dean number 10 car or not, but I figured it embodied the NASCAR spirit more than, say, the M&M's.
2)Self explanatory
3)A Fraggle, for those of you who aren't closely related this will make no sense. But man it's funny to those of us who do get it!
4)It's a potato.
5)It's a spatula and it represents your love of cooking.
6)It's a happy kidney. I got the picture from this kinda creepy website.
7)A Gretsch. Not only do you play one of these dad, but it also represents all music, from credence clearwater revival (one band I associate with you) to John Denver, to your apparent new found love of Bright Eyes.
8)This typewriter is because you write, and you do it very, very, very well. Which has helped us all out a great deal (cus we got some of that talent, and you've written a couple of +A papers for my classes).
9)It was a long time ago so you might not remember, but you were in the Air Force.
10)It's a horse, or it's supposed to be. I guess it could be a cow. It goes along with the big picture of Idaho.
11)I think a common memory for us is you and pepsi. I tried to draw something that looked like you driving with a coke or pepsi in a paper cup and one hand out the window, but it didn't really work, so I just used a pepsi bottle.
12)It's you. You may wonder why you are square and wearing a sleeveless t-shirt that says "Dictionary." Well, it's not a t-shirt, it is a dictionary, because you are a walking fount of knowledge.

You may be wonder where the most important part of you life is, your kids. We're there, right underneath the "ti-" in "dictionary." We're in your heart old man.

Happy birthday, enjoy it cus the next big one is 70!!!

*again, these cards are only a sampling of memories and are by no means meant to represent the entire life of the subject.

On The Scene / Nightmare at 20,000 feet

2006-09-21T06:28:00.000-07:00

This is from the first episode ever of the Twilight Zone, note The Shatner to the right. I first saw this when I was 11 or...12?

On alternating Holidays the So Cal local FOX network (brand spankin' new back then) would broadcast marathons of either I Love Lucy or --wait for it--- THE TWILIGHT ZONE!!!!! I used to know all the episodes but this is the one that is classic 'B' TV that requires reverence. Genuflect.

Synopsis:
The Dude (The Shatner) gets on a plane, plane enters T-storm, The Dude thinks he sees something out on the wing....

"AHHHH! AHHHHH! Don't LOOK! If only you could run away!"

I loved it, loooved it. Sci Fi freakn' ROCKS!

Then I saw this from my 19A seat on the way from Denver to Baltimore: G'head click it.

Then wait through the commercial...look I swear it's worth the troub--

So anyway
All of a sudden I'm the great Shatner.

"Is anyone else seeing this? "
"No."
"Am I sure that's what I see?"
"No."
"Are the pilots really not going to say anything about this?"
"Isn't it heading straight for the airport?"
"Am I ...Crazy?"
"-"

Then It's gone and I am alone. Wondering, pondering.
.

.

.

Don't worry, I still drooled on the lady next to me that flight.

Cliffords Rock

Hi Logan

2006-09-13T16:27:00.000-07:00

Wow. You are so adorable I can't stand it.
We miss you.

Hey you guys!

2006-09-10T23:10:00.000-07:00

Remember this?
It was like, one year ago today and stuff.

Congratulations you two!

My Sister Tris

2006-08-30T12:10:00.000-07:00

As you guys know, RYKA has been sponsoring women's races across the country this summer and I have been traveling willy-nilly attending them. Awesomely enough, the last race was in Columbia, Maryland which is conveniently located in Megan and Sterling's backyard. I talked Megan into doing the triathlon with me and then promptly hurt my back so....Megan is a rock star and went through with it anyway. The truth is that body marking is the only reason I even want to do one of these. It looks so hardcore.
Here is Megan getting ready for the swim. I had to go back to work so Ster-dog took the rest of the photos. Anyone want to take bets on whether those ever see the light of day?
One thing is for sure though. We are awfully cute.

So congrats Megan! You are a triathlete!

Now we have LOTOJA and the Nike Marathon left on the Clifford tour of events for 2006.

summer days are gone too soon....

2006-08-27T11:24:00.000-07:00

my friend had a barbecue // movie night last night
as a sort of....end of summer hurrah.
(nevermind the fact that my summer was over last week.)
i had greg's camera with me and thought i might post a few pictures.
nobody really wanted to take pictures in the dark with the flash on.

but they warmed up to it.

i made faces with logan, mason, and patrick.

a picture with my girls...and logan.

seth and i laughed about something...(oh, guys, that's my boyfriend.)

one more with the girls (maddie & tia).

and then it was time for bed.

this summer was pretty great.

i knew i was adopted.

2006-08-26T15:24:00.000-07:00

this is my REAL family.
clearly.
there's some obvious resemblance.

What is more fun than Relief Society?

2006-08-22T15:58:00.000-07:00

Why, a surprise visit with Megan Clifford of course!

I heard from Sterling last week that Megan was going to be in Salt Lake this weekend for her high school reunion and while her schedule was rather full there was a possibility we might see her. So there I was driving to church on Sunday when I luckily checked my messages and discovered Megan was killing some time at the Gateway before her flight left, so Christasha and I met up with her at the mall for a treat.

Well, treats after there was a smoothie disaster.

Luckily, because Megan spends all her time saving the East Coast waters, she knows just what to do in emergency spill situations and was resourceful enough to even find a CAUTION sign to protect people walking by...amazing.

Megan and Christopher enjoyed ice cream treats as we discussed plans for the Philippines trip next May (Logan, we're all going to go after you get home, we'll tell you about it later).

I loved my ice cone dipped in chocolate, but just so you know a Dairy Queen medium is really huge.

I had to get to church for sacrament, so we said goodbye, but it was really great to see at least half of the rarely seen Baltimore Cliffords.

a taste of things to come

2006-08-22T12:16:00.000-07:00

how was my vacation to San Francisco?

Dance parties and men in hot pants. Need I say more?

oh, and also.

2006-08-13T12:18:00.001-07:00

happy anniversary sterling and megan!

(art school here i come....)

pick up the pace, k town.

2006-08-13T12:18:00.000-07:00

yeah that's you katie.
you took like 21289346 pictures when you were here.
and i've seen like 6 of them.
i'm nto gonna lie, i looked pretty adorable in a few.
so maybe post some more?
sweet.

oh, p.s. kids.
i start school in 10 days.
high school.
me.
a sophomore.
are you serious?
eep.

Cruisin'

2006-07-07T15:24:00.000-07:00

I think anyone who knows Grandma and Grandpa Burt know that there is the annual Cache Valley Cruise-In Car Show in Logan every summer. And not only is there a car show, but there is also a Main Street car parade that drive right past the Logan house and all sorts of Cache Valley cousins and aunts and uncles and friends show up for the event. Every year it sounds interesting, but this year the excitement was upped cus Grandpa was showing the Mustang AND driving in the parade. We decided we did not want to miss the fun.

So Christopher, Tasha, Chuck, Elizabeth and I got up nice and early on the 1st of July so we could get on the road to Logan and enjoy the day (we actually left at 12:30).
The kids in the back

and Chuck.

Christopher felt like he needed to get a bike ride in, so he figured we could drop him off in Brigham City and he'd ride his bike the rest of the way. It's only like 20 or 30 miles he told us. Yeah Christopher, but UP A CANYON. Whatever, his funeral I guess.

But luckily, only about an hour after we got to Grandma's he showed up alive and well (though thirsty).

There were scattered people around the house, and Grandpa was with the Mustang at the car show. The parade was scheduled to start at 6:30, but as can be expected, Grandma was busy preparing for the masses.

Jessie's Emma was helping out of course (she is too cute for words by the way and will make several more appearences).

And yes, Grandma had both Diet Coke and Caffeine Free Diet Coke.

There were chairs of all sizes for all sizes of people. I didn't know those camping chairs came for little bodies too.

We decided to head to the car show and I thought "eh, it'll be cool to see Grandpa with his car, but that's probably it". Well, I was I was wrong. In case anyone was wondering, old cars are bad to the bone, especially this Packard.

Seriously:

Of course we hit up Grandpa first and foremost. He was so excited to be there and his car won the Judges Favorite for Original Owner!

How adorable is this man?

Grandpa took off to get in line for the awards ceremony and we made our way through the fairgrounds. Chuck and Christopher were like 'woah!' when we saw this Cobra.

I was more like 'big deal' so they told me the engine was like a 610. And I was still like 'big deal'. But then they said that even like really pretty fast cars have engines that are like 290. So then I was like 'WOAH!' and I took a picture.

There were Impalas

and Corvettes

and fins. Oh my!

Christopher liked this style:

Cus you don't fix the body, you just beef up the engine and leave the rest of it old and rusty. I'm still on the fence since I just like those pretty paint jobs so much.

We walked all over the place and probably saw a million cars. We were about to be done when we beheld this:

Yes. A Deloreon. And there was not just one, but two!

I actually think they are weird, but you know, you still have to take a couple pictures if you care at all about Back to the Future.

And then besides cars we saw really cute,

as well as really huge refill mugs (but car show, you know?).

Tasha's sister Brittany works at Cold Stone in Logan, so we got some ice cream before settling down for the parade. Apparently, I was too busy eating to take any picures. But luckily on the car ride back to Grandma's house, Tasha did snap this winner:

I'm glad to know there are still places in America where a thong only costs $2.

We took our places on the edge of the lawn and the parade began.

The spectators were excited.

I don't think I'm the only one who assumes the guy driving this is trying to make up for insecurities about other areas in his life....

A few minutes into the parade we saw the Mustang coming! And it was throwing candy which was great cus nobody else did (since technically you weren't supposed to).

Since Grandma was busy with her guests, Grandpa had Jayne, Pat and Julie riding with him.

After the parade was over Grandpa returned to a throng of fans and showed off his cool clock prize.

People filtered out slowly and in the time remaining I tried to steal a few more photos out of the whole thing.

Emma loved Elizabeth.

Grandma and Jackie were as cute as teenage girls.

The twins ate Cheetos (I have no idea which one is Alex and which one is Ben but who cares, they are so cute).

This little distant cousin tried to play football with the boys.

The adults folded their arms and chatted.

The teenage girls gathered.

iPods were shared.

And I just couldn't get over Emma...the most adorable things come out of her little brain.

All in all, not a bad way to spent a Saturday...

Remember Mike Kelly?

2006-07-06T22:58:00.000-07:00

He's really happy in Boston with his lovely girlfriend Kim. We all had hamburgers in Harvard Square tonight. Good times.

Back Country

2006-06-30T16:17:00.000-07:00

Alright, I know it's taken me a while to get on the ball and finally post about the Relay, but last week I was halfway through an entry with pictures and all when something happened and I lost the whole thing. It's taken me many days to cool down and not feel like punching the internet.

So...on to the exciting stuff. To catch everyone up, a few months ago we heard through the grapevine (well, Sean Leslie) that The Christmas Box House had put together two teams for the Wasatch Back Relay, which is a 12 person relay that covers 175 miles and about 20-30 hours to complete. Well, three members of one of those teams had dropped off. Christasha and I were excited for the opportunity to jump in and all be on the same team. Little did Christopher know that one of his three legs would be this:

Yes. That is a nearly 1,500ft elevation gain in 3 miles. But since two of the three of us weren't Christopher, we looked forward to the experience.

To keep us peppy throughout the race, we wrote on the car windows like you did in high school for football games.

And we noticed other teams went to further lengths.

At 22 and 24 Christopher and I still manage to get squished together in the very back seat of the car. Sheesh! But we took the time to take a pre race photo:

And apparently, silver iPod minis were the iPod of choice in our car (thanks Logan!).

The race started at 9:00 on Friday morning in Logan, but our car was responsible for the second half of all the legs (6-12, and then 19-24 and 31-36), so we got to the exchange point in Paradise around 12:30 to wait for the other half of our team to arrive. Since we were just seeing them at the main exchanges, we didn't interact a whole lot, but they were 6 really nice guys- some old, some young and one Richard Paul Evans. I know, RICHARD PAUL EVANS WAS ON OUR TEAM!!! But while we were waiting, these guys showed up to cheer us on.

Grandpa

and the Burts.

Did you know Charlotte is going to college in the fall?! And Joey is 16!? And Spencer is in 8th grade?! Man those kids have grown, but it was so fun to see them.

Our runner came in and Tori from our car took off. We went ahead to the next hand off and looked cute in our Ryka stuff.
Paula and Emily,

Tasha,

....and Christopher

wait, what? But yes, Christopher wore Ryka clothing all through the race...or black spandex pants of his own, so go figure.

The boys had shaved off about 30 minutes from our estimated time and Tori was about 5 minutes faster than she expected to be when the slap braclet (acting as the baton) was passed to me.

Little did we know I'd suck it up. Just kidding, I stayed pretty close to my time, but I did have a horrible go for that 4 miles. Running on a gravel road at 2:30 in the afternoon on a blazing hot day is NOT my idea of a good time...I got kinda grumpy. But knowing my team was up ahead waiting for me and knowing that I'd be passing off to Christopher next was cool, so it ended up being fine of course.

Christopher had a tough leg, gravel road and a 1,300 ft elevation gain (seriously, he got hosed cus his 3 legs were all rough). We all felt bad and then we noticed what he got to run by:

Awesome! I should mention that the whole race was beautiful. Mostly we were running on mountain roads or trails, but there were also small towns along the way which were just as interesting and cool...it was really delightful.

Christopher made really great time (in his woman shorts) and Tasha was proud of him.

The other boy in our car was named Chris and he was sandwiched between Christopher and Tasha in our van running rotation. Chris finished running up the hill Christopher had started and then he made the steep decent too all in great time. Tasha followed and even in the late afternoon heat that was beating down, she stayed right on time.

While we were waiting for her another team started hopping in this little stream to ice tired legs. Our Tori got in too.

Tasha arrived and Paula took off (I love this picture).

Paula was our last runner and then we'd be done until about midnight. She had a 6.8 mile run and she was a little nervous because the farthest she'd ever run was 6 miles. We met up with her about halfway through her run to cheer her on but before she got there we ran across this guy.

A girl from the other Christmas Box House team got a training injury 3 days before the race and Joey West filled in for her on really short notice...what a guy.

Again, the awesome thing about running a back country race is that this isn't weird to see on the course:

Paula had a long, hard run, but she made it to the exchange in Huntsville and we were proud of her. We then drove through Morgan and while Tasha was sad no one in our car would get to run that section she did tell us all about the haunted church house in Morgan that burned up twice...yikes!

Fazzoli's had a $5 all you can eat pasta buffet set up at East Canyon, and we partook. Christopher, Chris and Paula partaking:

While we were eating someone announced that the two dudes who were RUNNING ALL 175 MILES ALONE were passing by. Man, that is amazing.

It was pretty close to 8:00 at this point and our bodies were tired. A lot of people were setting up camps to get some rest before the teams made it to the East Canyon later on that night. Lukily for us, these familiar faces showed up:

Not only did Bev offer to run a leg of the race, but they brought us keys to their East Canyon cabin so that instead of doing this:

we got to do this:

Thanks Bev and Bill! Jayne and Greg also stopped by with a couple much needed 6 packs of Gadorade and mouth wash and M&Ms AND blankets and pillows. It was really, really kind of them.

We all tried to sleep, but didn't really (who can sleep at 10:00 at night anyway?), but we did at least rest and relax. Right about on schedule our other car and runners arrived and Tori took off about 12:30. I started my leg about 1:20 and I was excited because when do you get to run alone in the middle of the night in the mountains? I had a 7 mile run -which is my favorite distance- with a nice, slight decline. The night was moonless but the stars were so bright and beautiful that the sky felt close to me. The air was crisp, the mountains felt safe, and Outkast was in my head; I just felt totally in my element. By the time I hit the exchange it was 2:30 and everyone was basically asleep or trying to sleep (cus by 2:00 your body thinks it's time to sleep, not run). Except Christopher, he was obviously excited to start his leg (well, and Tasha cus she took this picture).

He did well again and while the other Chris was running we waited at the exchange point. We saw some guys from the BYU cross country team also waiting for their teammate. And that was cool with us, until we found out their team had only started the relay at 5:00 on Friday. So there we were at the same point and we had started a full 8 hours before them! But whatever, we didn't feel dumb or slow.

I took this picture to show what it was like during those night legs of the race. Those hallogen looking light dots are runners at different distances away on the road and that is pretty much all you could see coming, it was v. cool.

Tasha got ready to go and I remembered that really tired Tasha is probably what really drunk Tasha would be like, it's awesome! We made a lot of jokes about her looking like a ninja in all that black, but really...they were much funnier at the time than they would be if I retold them now.

Christopher amused himself by flashing his shinny, spandex rear end at me

And this is what 4:30 in the morning looked like for me

But maybe that's just because I didn't have a Ryka jacket on, cus look how cute and peppy Tori and Paula still look

Tasha took off on 6 miles and I actually fell asleep and didn't wake up until after Paula was done too. All of us were super tired at that point, so we found a church parking lot and passed out. Tori took her sleeping bag out on the lawn but the rest of us just fell asleep right in their seats.

The few hours sleep did us all a world of good and when we woke up we still had enough time to grab some breakfast before starting our last legs of the race.

We met up with the rest of the team at our final exchange and I totally missed a great photo moment when Richard Paul Evans was giving Christasha advice (it's okay, there is a another good photo coming up at the end). Tori and I both pounded out our final 4 mile and 6 mile legs and these two showed up for moral support.

And if there was a time for moral support, it was in these final legs. It's great to think of what your team has accomplished in covering all that ground and you've had such a fun time doing it, but man you body is like "hello, why are we doing this still? I think I'm done thank you." So having Tara and Randy show up was really great.

Then it was Christopher's turn. Remember this guy?

It was time. On the information sheet that listed the names of each of the legs, this one was called "You've Got to Be Kidding Me!" Yikes. So it was decided that we'd meet up with him about every 1/2 mile to water him down.
Smell you later Christopher.

At this point there were about 4 other teams right at the same place we were and it was cool how friendly and supportive we all became. I wish I could have taken a picture to show how crazy this incline was (I realized later I should have shot looking up ahead instead of shooting down, but whatever). Christopher is in about the middle here, the orange shirt spot.

In really great time for that kind of run, and at 1:00 in the afternoon no less, Christopher finished and passed off to Chris. Apparently this is how it feels to be done with a run like that.

Chris actually had a really hard run too covering in 4 miles the same kind of elevation gain Christopher had in his 3 miles. But he also did really well and all that was left of the whole race were Tasha and Tori who would finish up with the downhill equivalent of the boys' 7 miles uphill.

Seriously though, look how beautiful it was! And how excited Tasha was to run her final leg!

Here is the crazy switchback road she had to run down. My knees hurt looking at it.

Tasha handed off to Paula and then we met up with the rest of our team to wait for Paula and run across the finish line all together.
Here we come...

Christopher is so excited to be running next to Richard Paul Evans!

Man oh man, it was awesome to be done!

Even though we looked dead.

And it was especially awesome since there were familiar faces waiting for us at the finish line (Chuck too even though there isn't a picture of him).

All in all it was a really great experience. And of course, Christasha and i are excited to put together a Clifford team for next year. So some of you better get training!

coming soon...

2006-06-26T10:51:00.000-07:00

Thanks for the encouragement Kate, we all survived! 30 hours, 12 people and 175 miles later, Christopher and Tasha and I are waddling around like old people, but we made it through the Wasatch Backcountry Relay. I have all sorts of pictures and details coming just as soon as I can get them uploaded and can think of clever captions.

Run it!

2006-06-23T10:28:00.000-07:00

I did a 5 mile race last night with my friends Corey and Carrie. This is to inspire Emily and Christpher and Tasha as they get ready for their MUCH HARDER AND LONGER race.

Elizabeth Day!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

2006-06-12T16:25:00.000-07:00

Ready for it? Here you go sister.

these are lame. but cool.

2006-06-03T12:17:00.000-07:00

i don't know what's with the whole...new keane design.
but it's weird.

but their shirts are cool.
especially the girly octopus one.
(in a medium size.)

www.rag-and-bone.com

HAPPY BIRTHDAY STERLING!!!!!

2006-05-30T15:39:00.000-07:00

Happy birthday brother. You have the dubious honor of receiving my first electronically generated birthday card*. Hope you like it...

Key:

1) You

2) A CD symbolizing all the music you have given us. Thanks brother.

3) A rostrum with a politician, cus you work with those peeps.

4) Maryland. That is supposed to be a star, but it kinda looks like a spider eating Baltimore.

5) A Spatula, cus cooking.

6) Supposed to be grey hairs, but you can't really see them.

7) Snazzy suit.

8) News paper boy. You did that for 4 years right?

9) I didn't know how to draw a symbol for hard work, so I thought what are some hard jobs? A farmer and a blacksmith, that's hard work. A farmer works hard all day, and a blacksmith must be precise, he can't cut corners. So I chose to draw a sickle and a hammer because whatever you are doing, you do it well and you always work hard. The red background is dualistic in purpose - I think red is a good symbol for boldness and loyalty. Plus you have a red personality.

Someone told me that the sickle and hammer is on the flag of some country back east, but I'm pretty sure I thought of it first.

10) That's Megan, your wife. She's great.

11) The background is Utah. It is the background because you were born and raised there, and no matter where you go or what you do, Utah is the background of your life.

Happy birthday Sterling.

*As with all of my cards this is not supposed to represent all of the feelings or memories that siblings associate with the recipient. It is a sampling that is restricted by artistic capabilities.

dad = rad. part deux.

2006-05-27T11:08:00.000-07:00

so remember a few weeks ago
when rod and i were kickin it at his house
and he was playing along with broken social scene?

well this week he's kicked up the awesome a notch.
at this very moment he's playing along with bright eyes.
road to joy, to be exact.
i'm gonna make him teach me to play it.
holycrapourdadisthegreatest.

x

sterling? megan?

2006-05-16T17:33:00.000-07:00

until we get at least one post from sterling i am going to have to tell you things about him and possible post unflattering photos.

hmmmm, what shall i tell you first?

today is 12 may.

2006-05-12T15:19:00.000-07:00

and we all know that means my birthday is in exactly one month.

so i thought i'd throw this out there...

http://www.sublimestitching.com/stitchitkit.html
or even this
http://www.sublimestitching.com/lapetite.html

but the bigger one is the same price as the smaller one.
i don't know why that would be of any interest to any of you.
*cough*

but hey. y'never know.

money changes everything

2006-05-08T18:23:00.000-07:00

Today in his flutter of activity preparing to go out of town, Rich had me run to the bank to deposit a couple checks we've recently received from Sony. On my way to the car I checked out the deposit slips and noticed the total amount from those 2 checks is roughly what I'd make in 3 years at my current salary. As I started driving, I realized that much money in one lump sum would take care of my debt -school and otherwise- allow me to pay off the rest of the money I have on my car loan, attack full time the cost of the few semesters I have left in school, comfortably take care of books and other additional school expenses (study abroad perhaps?) and still leave me with a nice bit to live on with a part time job while focusing on graduating college. And I think even there would be room in the amount for a nice long trip to Europe or South America or a few scattered vacations in the States.

But as is, for the next three years I will slowly make baby steps toward financial order as well as slowly knock out classes while working full time here at Origin. And that's fine, I quite enjoy my life and have so many blessings and opportunities and fun for which I am so very thankful.

However, I must admit it was a bizarre feeling to hold in my hand an amount of money that is very standard for Origin Studios to receive and to think how much it could alter my little life right now. As well as how different it is in one sum versus strung out over the next few years.

Weird...

i don't mind thanksgiving point.

2006-05-05T19:43:00.000-07:00

two weeks ago, rod and emily and elizabeth took a little trip to thanksgiving gardens to see the tulip festival. there were more than tulips...

there were some cute little yellow flowers

there was some crazy old man

there were lovely pink blossoms of various sorts

there was a super hip and incredibly gorgeous girl

and there was the perfect photo opportunity

and i discovered that i'm a decent photographer.
before we left, daddy bought us m&ms in whatever colors we wanted.
in all, it was a good day.

LOTOJA - Or, How I Decided to Die.

2006-05-05T13:39:00.000-07:00

Ok, I did it. I just signed up for LOTOJA. September 9th I will ride my bike 206 miles from Logan, Utah to Jackson Hole, Wyoming.

The red line is the race course. The light blue one is the crew route, and the little graph in the top left corner is the course elevation profile. Wish me luck.

yee-haw

2006-05-01T10:16:00.000-07:00

There is nothing better than getting a call from Tasha at 5:00 on a Friday to tell me the newly-wed Blake and Rachel are having a party in 2 hours...a cowboy party that is.

Well we decide that if we were going to do it, we were going to do it right. Conveniently, between the Tasha/Christopher household and my house, we have a dozen western cut shirts, a handful of cowboy hats and a few pair of boots, and not to mention bandanas, bandanas, bandanas. So we got dressed and rode our bikes to the DeGraw's apartment.

I love any excuse to wear my favorite shirt.

Look how cute we are (and serious).

To our delight, at the party there were theme appropriate treats:

Blake was brewing (root) beer in the corner and Rachel had made delicious chili...

which we ate in tin cans with wooden spoons.

Seriously, Blake had some amazing woman hair (he has since cut it though).

I don't remember now what had happened that made it necessary for Jeremy to comfort Tasha, but I'd put good money on betting he had made some kind of racist joke.

Also, this Diet Dr. Thunder totally was amazing!! Too bad I'll never drink it again cus you can only get it at Wal-Mart.

Hey look...cowboys with guns!

And of course, guns lead to the inevitable inappropriate dance moves of Mikey.

But seriously, don't mess with Rachel.

After all the cornbread and chili we could handle, we moved to the fort and watched Tombstone (aka, best movie ever).

Then we rode bikes away into the sunset (night).

Seriously guys!

2006-04-30T21:34:00.000-07:00

Right, like you people have nothing to say. I've sat at dinner with all of you. I know you're holding out.

Happy Earth Day!

2006-04-25T16:11:00.000-07:00

Ok, I guess I'll take a stab at this whole "blogging" thing.

A few Saturdays ago was Earth Day, and what better way to celebrate than to re-plant the riparian area along the Jordan River. So that's what Tasha and I did (with our friends Timothy & Shantell and their baby Michael).

This guy is Vaughn Lovejoy. He's the head of Tree Utah and he is everything you would expect the head of Tree Utah to be. He lives at Wasatch Community Housing, grows his own food, calls rain "the business end of the hydrologic cycle," and, well, plants trees 20 to 30 hours a week. He is one of the funniest men I have ever met.

This is Timothy Kaspar. He is Swiss. He is banker. Timothy is a Swiss Banker (for reals). He has a baby. He plants trees with one hand and shades his baby with the other hand. Timothy is a hard worker.

He and his wife showed up late, so I was telling him how we were planting; about 3 feet apart with with no pattern. "Oh," says Timothy "just like planting land mines." um. . . I suppose. 'Cus like all Swiss, he was in the Swiss Army.

Tasha got right to work. But she decided to dig for treasure.

She stopped digging once she found this ominous sign.

This is the finished product. You can't really tell, but in the center of those black tarps there is a seedling. Since the beginning of spring we (well, Tree Utah and all of the volunteers) have panted 5,000 native shrubs along the Jordan River.

Next year, when the shrubs have grown up some, we will start planting actual trees. Then, in a bunch of years we will start seeing these guys (and the rest of the 100 plus species that used to migrate through Utah) resting here on their way from Canada to Ecuador.

Clockwise from top left there is a Chestnut-sided Warbler, a Rufous-crowned Warbler, a Wilson's Warbler, and a Golden-winged Warbler. All of these little guys fit in the palm of your hand.

So there's your ecology lesson for the day. Here's to trees, warblers, and bio-diversity.

i still vote this blog is lame, but..

2006-04-20T13:00:00.000-07:00

i made this hella awesome dresser (and by 'made', clearly i mean i refinished it. don't try to be clever and say something like 'ohhh did you cut the wood and everything?' cause that's just not funny.) and i'm not gonna lie, it's the greatest piece of furniture the world has ever known. so emily took some pictures (just two, actually.) and now they're being posted on the blog.

behold, awesomeness:

so basically. what i did. was. i spray-painted the dresser a metallic brownish color. then i got a bunch of magazines, cut out pictures i liked, made about 9238742 trips to kinkos, and got some 'mod podge' (which is...just glue. *and* a sealer.). then i found some ticket stubs, photographs, um...and a few movie covers that i really liked so i made about 29384 more trips to kinkos and finally i had enough crap. i mean really, there's not much to explain. nor is it interesting. but anyway, i did somethin cool.

Turkey? More like Stupid-o! (part 2)

2006-04-20T10:50:00.000-07:00

So a not depressing thing about watching a documentary about the Armenian Genocide, is that the occasion means you meet up with some dear old friends (missionaries). Yay! And when Mark Archuleta is added into the mix, that means F-U-N and probably dinner. So after the film and some chatting, we ran across the street (though as a train was coming which makes the train driver mad), to Stoneground for some delicious pizza.

See...seriously, Mark Archuleta has fun even when he is sitting next to an Armenian kid he doesn't know!

This is an Armenian named Karen (pronounce it like Car-en) who is brothers with Roman from the first picture. He is a total gem and he is with one of the world's best human beings, Luke. Luke winks a lot which is totally endearing.

Morgan and Palmer....two reasons why I never killed an elder. These boys are simply delightful.

Oh and Katie, this is the girl Palmer is marrying. Her name is Megan and she is from Provo and goes to BYU and she's very nice and a little bit sassy.

Jake and I weren't planning on getting married, but after we saw this engagement-esque photo we decided, why not? You will all be invited to the wedding (probably).

What's this? Oh weird, Christopher is pouting. Hmmm, that's strange, he never does that...

And apparently, there ain't no party like eating-dinner-with-a-bunch-of-old-missionaries-from-your-mission party.

Here is Tasha. She is most likely angry at a) Blaine Holdaway, b) Turkey, or c) Christopher for being pouty (actually he was really fun and didn't fall asleep during our lame-o mission talk).

This is the whole crew right before we enjoy our pizza. "Hey Roman, in America we keep our eyes open in pictures!"

Ahhh, such a nice time. I sure am glad I know all these people...but I'm even more glad that I can post pictures of them all over the internet!

Turkey? More like Stupid-o! (part 1)

2006-04-19T18:27:00.000-07:00

As some of you may remember Tasha and I served missions in Armenia. And also as some of you may remember, no one cares about Armenia. So you can imagine our surprise when, as part of the the "Diverse Voices" Film and Discussion Series put on at the City Library, Tuesday's film was about....ARMENIA! It was specifically about the Armenian Genocide and as so, the documentary was creatively named: The Armenian Genocide (though just to prove no one cares about Armenia, I couldn't find a web site or any information on the whole internet about the film itself...roast on Armenians!).

But the KUED site summed it up like this:
The International Association of Genocide Scholars affirms that the number of Armenian deaths at the hands of the Ottoman Turks during World War I was more than a million. Featuring extensive never-before-seen footage, this program shares one of the largely untold stories of the 20th century, detailing what happened and why. The documentary also explains why, to this day, the Turkish government denies that the Armenian genocide took place.

So yeah, it was a pretty big, huge, awful deal. The Turkish government sent all the strong bodied Armenian men to the army where they were actually killed, then they killed all the intellectuals and professional men in Constantinople, and then they marched all the woman and children through the desert and mountains until they died. Oh, and anyone who didn't die in one of the first three ways was killed some other way. And since Turkey claims it didn't happen Armenians are still pretty upset about it. And Turkey is stupid and I'd rather cut of a finger than ever go there. I know that isn't a nice thing to say, but Hello Dumbs! You can't systematically try to exterminate a whole race and then deny it! That part makes me furious. In fact, it makes me almost as furious as genocide makes me.

Afterwards there was a Q & A with Professor Keith David Watenpaugh who studies Middle Eastern culture and religion...and he's married to an Armenian, so he totally scored points with the couple old Armenian grandmas in the audience. He talked a lot about genocide in general and how it keeps happening in the world. He brought up the interesting point that the Armenian Genocide is so important to study because as genocides have happened other places (oh you know, like Darfur for example), more often the way these exterminations are actually carried out are more similar to the way the Turkish government did it than the way Hitler did it (Hitler is also stupid).

As of right now, the American government doesn't officially recognize the Armenian Genocide because they get heat from Turkey whenever it comes up, but 37 states have recognized it, though unfortunately Utah isn't one of those. I know what you're thinking- who cares if a state recognizes the Armenian Genocide of 1915? And probably most people don't, but I care about the Armenian Genocide of 1915, and so does Tasha (and so does this weird-o crazy guy at the film last night, but that is another story...), so we figure some investigating and some questioning and some letter writing should fix that up and it's something that we can do to show that you know, 2 people do care about Armenia.

It was heavy stuff, but really great too. During the film I kept finding my thoughts getting caught up in thinking about genocide as it's happened in other places in the world, and about what I know and saw specifically with Armenia and Armenians, and about the heartache of the generations that follow a people who have been so deeply wounded. And that led to thinking about the Atonement and healing and such and while I don't know if I have any concise thoughts gathered yet, it's still all milling around in my head, so I hope I can make some sense outside of myself about it eventually.

And since this post has been about serious things, tomorrow I will post pictures of us going to dinner after the film because dinner pictures = yay!

you forced my hand

2006-04-18T18:53:00.000-07:00

more st. george gems

alright deadbeats

2006-04-12T17:29:00.000-07:00

let's see some action over here.

dad? more like...rad.

2006-04-08T15:53:00.000-07:00

i'm sitting at our dear padre's house.

he's learning to play broken social scene on the guitar.

awesome.

Where's Katie?

2006-03-27T16:28:00.000-08:00

Let's play a game.It's called-"where the heck is our sister?"

Today I'm in Denver.

That is all.

Hendervos

2006-03-27T12:51:00.000-08:00

I realize it has been a few weeks now and I've circulated a few photos through e-mail, but I wanted to throw up a couple more from the eventful and delightful Julia Voros Henderson (weird!) wedding.

When the Alma friend designated to take photos at the temple didn't end up bringing his camera, the lot fell to Mike Maahs, who *luckily* had his camera on him. He had a little 8mm camera too, so while he ran around with that, I made up the difference with his SLR.

I realize when I end up taking photos that do not take enough pictures these days and I do not devote enough time to shooting and working at getting better. I think I feel just enough uncomfortable about the technical side of my skills, that I allow that fear of not knowing enough to take over and create self-doubt; a nasty little habit I unfortunately find infiltrating nearly every aspect of my life in some form. But I love photography and I shouldn't be afraid of it; I should just work at it (duh).

waiting for the bride and groom.

everyone's favorite fred in the world.

sara.

tasha.

elizabeth.

julia's flower.

the bride and groom.

I did take my camera down to St. George this past weekend while Katie and Tasha and I were visiting the Grandparents Burt and I shot a ton, so I shall post again once I get the film back...

nerrrrrds!

2006-03-25T09:21:00.000-08:00

um...so i guess if we really tried we could be even nerd..y...er.
we all have t.shirts.

we are all, or most of us ayway, sharing a blog.

i don't know where we crossed the awesome line.

but perhaps we should take a step back.

it's about time

2006-03-23T10:48:00.000-08:00

after all...we wear t-shirts with the name, might as well all blog with the name.