Yesterday my best friend came home from his mission. I really missed the kid. We went three solid years without seeing each other. For three years I felt like I was eating cheese pizza. Life was satisfying and delicious...but it lacked some spicy pizazz! My first mate came back and wham! Pepperoni Pizza Paradise. Imagine how sweet life would be if threw a pepperonnie into everything you ate. You know it would rock, and we have some serious rockin to make up for. Welcome home luke. Its about time you red-headed pepperoni.
Sunday, July 13, 2008
Tuesday, June 24, 2008
More than just friends
Growing up my memories of lake powell include lots of hot sand, sun burns, and alot of fun. I'd hear people rave about how much they loved powell. I mean i enjoyed it, but wasn't quite ready for the "L" word. A fear of commitment may have played a part, but I slowly started realizing the twitterpatted powell lovers visited a different lake than my family and I. Their lake involved naps in an air conditioned house boat, taking a shower, and a rooftop to sleep on. My relationship with the lake was taken to another level this last trip when I found myself sitting on a couch watching game six of the nba finals on a flat screen tv that had nothing behind it but the sun setting on canyon walls and water. Oh how things suddenly changed when the hours goofing around on burning beaches were replaced with hours goofing around on wave runners. There might be something to this whole "houseboat" idea.
Sunday, June 8, 2008
Hungry
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