tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-358918652024-03-18T20:57:43.644-07:00Go big or go homeGoosehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15819656672379848182noreply@blogger.comBlogger23125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35891865.post-47329688418260463882013-05-26T23:18:00.001-07:002013-05-26T23:28:21.827-07:00RAGNAR time<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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The 2013 RAGNAR is fast approaching. I made a video to help pull our team together and inspire us to reach mountains of excellence we never thought possible.</div>
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Most of these pictures are from the 2011 team, and since I was in van 2 that year, most of the pictures are of those lucky people who were in the van with me. Sorry if I excluded you, I assure you that it's not on purpose.</div>
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Although out team is made up of many different faces today, our goal of pure domination remains the same.</div>
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So here we go team "Eye of the Tiger...BOOM", lets do this thing!<br />
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Goosehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15819656672379848182noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35891865.post-84989021694599134002010-05-16T16:44:00.000-07:002010-05-16T16:45:38.634-07:00Over a YearIt has been over a year since I last updated my blog. I am sure that nobody ever checks it now, although it is not like anybody checked it a year ago either. Anyway, I just wanted to see if I still have any friends in this world.Goosehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15819656672379848182noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35891865.post-73252875285216181602009-05-03T10:36:00.000-07:002009-05-03T11:12:39.499-07:00Graduation and Qualifying<div><div><div><div><div><div><div><div>It has been a busy couple of weeks for us, but in a good kind of way. Last week was graduation and that means that our time in Provo is coming to a close. I am now offically an alumi and can say that I have a degree. It was a great week with both my parents and Kristen's parents coming out to Provo and supporting us. It was great having you guys here, thank you so much. I was only able to go to the very large ceremony where President Uchtdorf and Elder Nelson spoke because my race was during the Health and Human Performance (my college) ceremony. It is really too bad that I didn't get to wait for 3 hours to walk across a stage with 700 other Exercise Science graduates. (Do I sound a little relieved?) I know that everyone here was very disapointed that we had to go to a track meet instead, especially my dad!!! </div><div> </div><div>Anyway, here are a few pictures of the great day.<br /><br /></div><div><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5331654074323590706" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 299px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhpGBw4Y5TqYxYpcFKVAlf0Mslk7rGJkN5md4RzVX9JUfJEcSDxO66nbF-ECQAH4dNvAmWZp5ka9vAKV-G3bxG56hQeV8p3Hp4L2TREy5CFbnNHPA0hsasQI0F7-GeQOMnu-HxOuA/s400/graduation+drew+003.jpg" border="0" /></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div><br /><p align="center">The proud parents</p><p align="center"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5331654511488439522" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 299px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjziSCNjIYTCtVcgK86Mm6523ZWkjUNifgCnj_hurh7qazfP9bHghNPvFg02heDbqve_RYla-7_2RvXLHWYsXJqFCB8aw0Pwh5H5is0YYDNGRP7oK-5Yjw7MHOSr8LMCO9rx1zCYg/s400/graduation+drew+004.jpg" border="0" /></p><p align="center">The Proud in-laws</p><p align="center"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5331654337543777266" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 299px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhUJaLcjsGivKGDzS6Ln33UEqIxujNjYS2j59QLei3U1BhNbLHHm-r7Jux0tpLyb3itW-f8-TH2TQT0MvqmxSFdKyju-ETWDgG1wW9hIrBS3AcGYQNDNZnJMactzxARfBGppVGZvg/s400/graduation+drew+001.jpg" border="0" /></p><p align="center">The proud wife</p><p align="center"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5331655330907019666" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 299px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgoVyfzkzYxHo5ybwrIQflLQ-6sYtkr8SulihyphenhyphenKfwrCwW8UMzt7vNApBTZfH1DBA8kVD1TiOCcNeHssuTAgn42_RS80NTztf7Gx_RN5fFId_Svd8LoywsoDnpqJuNwvKg20U5gYGQ/s400/graduation+drew+007.jpg" border="0" /></p><p><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5331655334568805826" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 299px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhEi8CIlK-2M1dPh5oBoAtiaug1eQWxcxNe1xj9cUf4lcVkZvubUoLfkesP5NSlHdPWuhYUuJtP9xB2Ka6RdaQFj6TRmemzQj5cyMTa79yC4oqvE5zdMbmp2jQqT-mz0ZGmnzj_rQ/s400/graduation+drew+011.jpg" border="0" /></p><p align="center">Just jumping for joy</p><p align="center"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5331655341086493762" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 299px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj6JFVbr_eF3xbXo05V01k8hQq5MjMcHF847NQ2IUYhzR6NJiW-HFKhE0P5Gz15KFyIgaX9YkfiGd6C3ltjcwYIF8ngHuvI1xSe958p63gkpUEsKIRk8ZD9zhc-bWpYujyWWgZBjA/s400/graduation+drew+013.jpg" border="0" /></p><p align="center">My new T-shirt. I got it for free. See how nice BYU takes care of its graduates.</p><p align="left">On a seperate note, this week I finally qualified for regionals in the 800 meter run. It has been a long time coming. Last year I missed it by .08 seconds and earlier this year I missed it by .16 seconds. But two days ago I finally ran a 1:50.8, which converts to a 1:50.3. The qualifying mark is 1:50.4 so I barely slipped under. That means that I will be running in the regional meet in Eugene, Oregon at the end of May. If I finish in the top 5 there, then I will go to nationals two weeks after that. Although the picture below was not taken after I qualified it is the only picture I got. We recorded the race but I can't transfer it to our computer because we lack the cable, but one day I will show it.</p><p align="center"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5331655343692674066" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 299px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjqTG2_Nu8vCX821M6ZFcjO7BWlhuw6FN8ZPp7bCv98NTGDDMIZ5djnJlIZaVG9GFrNSkVzQCW9QJANxr149Or1PFGqPMqi8uDILCOR07Cf_bomOWX-aXa3aLyhxG8DDrqaixhDjw/s400/graduation+drew+014.jpg" border="0" /></p><p align="center">Natasha (Keith's girlfriend), Keith (a teammate), Kristen, Me</p><p align="left">The shades that I am wearing I got for 8 bucks at a 7-11. Not bad huh. I also need to mention one more thing. For 3 years now, my teammates have been making fun of me because I don't shave my legs. They say that is the reason that I get so close to getting to regionals. So the night before my last race I shaved it all off. That is right, I have legs smoother then a babies bottom. And guess what, I got a regional mark that first race I ran with shaved legs. Is it a coincidence? That's for you to decide.</p>Goosehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15819656672379848182noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35891865.post-16472501311264617132008-09-14T19:08:00.000-07:002008-09-14T19:23:25.828-07:00The New ipod and other random things<div><div><div>It has been a while since I have posted on my blog. I just haven't had the drive, but I have decided to try again. Things are going well here in Provo. The Cougs just beat UCLA 59-0 so we are in high spirits. BCS bowl has started to cross our lips but it is a long season and many things could happen. WE just got a new ipod, an ipod touch, from a friend on the track team. He sold it to us for a good price and he gave it to us with about 15 "Office" episodes on it. It will be used with all the traveling I have to do with dental school interviews and later on with track. Speaking of dental school, things are going well. I interviewed at Midwestern University in Phoenix last week and was really impressed. I thought it went really well and feel like I have a good chance of being accepted there. I have three more interviews lined up with Case Western in Cleveland, Colorado, and UNLV. I hope to get a few more in the next few weeks. It is exciting to be at this point, but dental schools can't accept anyone until Dec.1 so that is a long time to wait. But wait we will.</div><br /><div>Other than that things are just going. School is up and running, my last year at BYU (hopefully) and intramural sports has started. I am once again on an ultimate team and we are looking to repeat as champions this year. I am also on a division 1 flag football team and we are real good. We won our first game last week pretty easily, but there are a lot of games to play. Well that is it for now. Until next time.</div><div> </div><div> </div><div> </div><div><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5246066618465644210" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgSy69jJeT4wQn9fhXyZ287TZW-iEog5u01_cTyzywQSp8XM_lbOuGEnE-T_XY_n83CZ8ls7-zDZP4DR5lP2ylgJyPQ5Rs2nfJXP1X0IpEtFMdTfaE7jaKPhLoakMtRVvDCtG9qzw/s400/ipod+002.jpg" border="0" /></div></div></div><br /><p align="center">This is my new ipod. It is pretty sweet. Look at how happy I am!!</p><p><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5246066886549032178" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEilNpWCymcEEHxCvAMYoQmAHN72WqU1qXBlQPUrcBeoEBzuviwz7teoce0EfWt_6Ew9KJWGDtDfo2UH_FpFK2G5yBOhD2o49AYLPI6WGukQbw1KbGqevKkhjACoqfgooz0Fw-3MIQ/s400/ipod+003.jpg" border="0" /></p><p align="center">I forgot to mention my lovely wife above so I had to put a picture of her here. Save the best for last. She is also a returning member of the championship ulimate team of last year, so we are excited.</p><p><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5246067049390067250" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi1aTUJxXKD-fM4g9MB6yfknyMLJp-fG-s0Zcxv4D2ysGaUm6Qo9OQyxZuyGP6NPE_VGmkE-NgV1J3EtWLpGskfvo8DNLte9LxTvX1bBKxRFKIwbWlASZwn4a7mVNmfGiKESTC10Q/s400/ipod+001.jpg" border="0" /></p><p align="center">Neither Kristen or I remember this picture being taken, but it is a great picture of her hard at work. She is always trying to prepare for her 2nd grade class. Isn't she wonderful.</p>Goosehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15819656672379848182noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35891865.post-6260997388461781632008-07-13T19:57:00.000-07:002008-07-13T20:15:19.989-07:00The Garden<div><div>A lot of people have been wondering what our garden is looking like these days. Well, I am happy to report that everything is going well.. We picked our first squash today and they were huge. Our "Mortgage Lifter" tomatoes, yes that is their name, are looking real good as well as the rest of the tomatoes. The peppers are starting to come in as well. We have a few banana peppers that are about ready to pick, but the rest need a little more time. Just look at the pictures below and you will know what I mean.<br /><br /><br /><div><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5222699924992151874" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEie8XBfuA-2WwQisPKZK1NhvE9o4xuVyg1jQ7-oYqDXe-jbFTo61AqUP42XjVkQu6w9iw1cE3-g7m72bA2muZTgLKcyambJSmsMy5jAzWRrlFEBQWAGZZHmVkTfGfmPWm7PO_IWyw/s400/garden+2010.jpg" border="0" /></div></div></div><div align="center">Here is the first squash that I picked from our garden.<br /><br /></div><p><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5222700241528460994" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjtaeSKluKLfDBjcdPnqKq2ace8naGymMyGAqdGrszA2Edup7FkRFTix3ZGNiMrVx157YjMP3qORV1ObkKbxX0FID-psPQBliuuFIL-gT4Kgby4NGOtaVNERwvisGVj0LDjM8O_2g/s400/garden+2014.jpg" border="0" /></p><br /><div align="center">A proud farmer and her squash.</div><br /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5222700730286174322" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEggBrJB6yKM-DYO8Elo7lEhkcp97lxkJpx6L5BGet-o4otW7mXIyyOUYQkmv_mFzhMwESMaMOBhVN6hG4bg8JaQzUTj8grAUOVaT8DK7PdVWkfmN94Arz6JvuMgk-wQDgJ_t6LSDQ/s400/garden+2015.jpg" border="0" /><br /><br /><div align="center">Couldn't wait to cook it. Can you blame her? Look at how fresh they are.</div><br /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5222700963941307634" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjN21T9CJbSXxEAkNid9gx5W2jvFfFvqjPXepqse43aocFbzOYTp-68G8gSMwlJPd1BB-Ccki6Vodp8zai73yWV70fL40pn_FBBdwLpJo7_TRGb27vjazBQB4lRI8U1ERESup4_Yg/s400/garden+2013.jpg" border="0" /><br /><p align="center">A look at the whole garden.</p><p><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5222701193913558370" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgu-RC_CJtSlqlso-TyvCgtKQs6UW_U07yYkQS2KbMB-uz05ysEckw4hCgKkhZ87SQihFBq7PPWAi5m55lHpU7USSYgfmHA9sPpbwmteg-k69bphTw3NIwHAIsApqdQIrSMr1Wafw/s400/garden+2012.jpg" border="0" /></p><p align="center">The pumpkin plant that is going to deliver a 500 pound pumpkin!! If not 500 punds, then at least 10 pounds.</p><p><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5222701491701710690" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh7L7sXUgPnv6RDc2CrGZl_Ljx9fAqQtiLTUuvO8N5RvpdeHMvaiTCysoGd9Zql3v7u21Y46QZmSWnOPnSMwQv-fn8IO0XF_tPrngfFNiTlUPK9hhyDNgju2RQT5YJH9obmrNvz5w/s400/garden+2011.jpg" border="0" /></p><p align="center">The lone corn plant, but by far the largest corn plant I have seen in town. We will get at least 2 heads of corn from it. It's the best.</p>Goosehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15819656672379848182noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35891865.post-70705473305595395662008-06-07T16:42:00.000-07:002008-06-07T16:53:42.661-07:00The DATI just got home from taking the DAT. It went well, but not quite what I had hoped for. Overall, I scored a 20. That is pretty good but I was hoping for a 21 or 22. Every section I did fairly well on, except for one...quantitative reasoning. This was the section I was most worried about because it all depends on the questions. The ones I got were stinking hard. Besides that all went realativly well. A breakdown of the scores goes like this. (as if any of you care).<br /><br />Academic Average................19<br />PAT.........................................21<br />Total Science..........................19<br />Biology.....................................18<br />Gen Chem...............................19<br />O-Chem..................................20<br />Reading Comprehension.......21<br />Quantitative Reasoning........17<br /><br />As you can tell, the QR stunk. Bio was disapointing, and the PAT (perceptual ability) was also a little disapointing. I thought I totally rocked it and scored a 23, but not so. The rest were about what I expected. Overall, I think my scores will get me into a school somewhere and that is all we can ask for, and now my summer really begins. NO more DAT, that's right, NO MORE DAT!!!!!!! Say it with me NO MORE DAT!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!Goosehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15819656672379848182noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35891865.post-72447635392372918982008-03-11T21:20:00.000-07:002008-03-11T21:52:26.334-07:00A Winter Hike<div><div> </div><div>Kristen and I decided to go on a little hike up Rock Canyon a few weeks ago and I wanted to share a few pictures. We were inspired for a few reasons, but mainly because of my church history class (Ask me about it sometime and I would love to share). Anyway, here are the pictures.<br /><br /></div><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjvBrta2Le5r_DaasIVGFk55cD3R92MY0vUaoCIgJd4GQIugueIH_muvwawfJIPViBNtRVxE4pcxKZORiq8AOpQYkYOe7CQvKScFD17a8UL4EM19Jj9wtKdzbs_xG60WottqWlaHQ/s1600-h/February+08+016.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5176707084990792866" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjvBrta2Le5r_DaasIVGFk55cD3R92MY0vUaoCIgJd4GQIugueIH_muvwawfJIPViBNtRVxE4pcxKZORiq8AOpQYkYOe7CQvKScFD17a8UL4EM19Jj9wtKdzbs_xG60WottqWlaHQ/s400/February+08+016.jpg" border="0" /></a> </div><div> </div><div align="center">A little Wendy's to get us ready. We love a good Jr. Bacon Cheeseburger!!! I mean who doesn't.</div><p align="center"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiZZPQ19lbEDs-Rz3vQFN06iti1GvIGq80BaeG6-u_DDiP2-hc98JsKqZC9RNjWDXPQFnBtu43-4Gln5T-gyfU-ABl4cwrHylxb25Q-twZ_XBmXjfi3KJ_75ORXytxxl9VM09MbdA/s1600-h/February+08+020.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5176707106465629362" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiZZPQ19lbEDs-Rz3vQFN06iti1GvIGq80BaeG6-u_DDiP2-hc98JsKqZC9RNjWDXPQFnBtu43-4Gln5T-gyfU-ABl4cwrHylxb25Q-twZ_XBmXjfi3KJ_75ORXytxxl9VM09MbdA/s400/February+08+020.jpg" border="0" /></a> The man himself.</p><p align="center"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhyON16dnVdHSskSAGiJzc8BNyXKdz40rSoPBfPprTbMWa7tANV3nn0iOcYzQpJzbRIXg6ItjiX04AfFiyK5E9iNIgPCyxNgGl4i2zwM_Zm39fUAnagG7MGPVoqOIB1N_39wtBkfg/s1600-h/February+08+023.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5176707110760596674" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhyON16dnVdHSskSAGiJzc8BNyXKdz40rSoPBfPprTbMWa7tANV3nn0iOcYzQpJzbRIXg6ItjiX04AfFiyK5E9iNIgPCyxNgGl4i2zwM_Zm39fUAnagG7MGPVoqOIB1N_39wtBkfg/s400/February+08+023.jpg" border="0" /></a>Kristen got a little crazy and decided to jump.</p><p><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhxP4ivCgfKlGjm_9vcnLyvCgnfcC0ley_BbFIQc-JJe6Qy43JDvhSZujpfwU3tRsBuxpbUw1mBcP8iOyFnmfy577iplDAJJ-EcG5QHWjkzTILZV1eW7jBDjLGfO3QrSrvsPIleVA/s1600-h/February+08+024.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5176707119350531282" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhxP4ivCgfKlGjm_9vcnLyvCgnfcC0ley_BbFIQc-JJe6Qy43JDvhSZujpfwU3tRsBuxpbUw1mBcP8iOyFnmfy577iplDAJJ-EcG5QHWjkzTILZV1eW7jBDjLGfO3QrSrvsPIleVA/s400/February+08+024.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /></p><p align="center">Luckily it was a soft landing. It just took her a few minutes to get out. </p><p align="center"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhZe8GxchQ826zUAh8Yb1rt8dys4jJ3fBR-0Ad5mdlLxX2HUxG_X8fAQ0pm4Q3Fn-ycTMQcQ2qmrMaP67C1Dr4nfBSLM4SEiwozyADPH7OAmrWWMcISYY33jQ8ozLUfSzCp01pl8Q/s1600-h/February+08+026.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5176707127940465890" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhZe8GxchQ826zUAh8Yb1rt8dys4jJ3fBR-0Ad5mdlLxX2HUxG_X8fAQ0pm4Q3Fn-ycTMQcQ2qmrMaP67C1Dr4nfBSLM4SEiwozyADPH7OAmrWWMcISYY33jQ8ozLUfSzCp01pl8Q/s400/February+08+026.jpg" border="0" /></a> We told you we went to rock canyon but we actually went to the top of Mt. Everest. This is at the Hillary Step. I know all you climbing buffs will know what I'm taking about.</p><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5176712144462267714" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEivoYNw0Rdv1cC3Funy7LBIsXnVLo26Zio9_eWSm_F2TH8Mif1aaydmR58oYn4zwTCXLAn7UNkUNpwuAbSu5JjSE_Rsf0Y03XhgTxKioQkmy-QYBgKelhLy7bCeb3mO7n-BgomP3A/s400/February+08+027.jpg" border="0" /></div><div align="center">Another veiw from the Hillary Step.<br /></div><br /><div><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5176709352733525250" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjgOpUF8CBZv-Tqu4p6Nf35wixGvAoBru3pKJlBfe1BT1f-eDTAAfGGAAbxqhGHhGkgRFj-73ypbhuSHgcbUfzfuEgFlI8RrLxbmKuBPOb4bePYNTMJvCrlJax1-ffgkpBCe9qAdg/s400/February+08+025.jpg" border="0" /></div><p align="center">A look down ffrom the Hillary Step. We realized that blazing our own trail through 4 feet of snow just wasn't worth it. Plus our feet were cold!!</p><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5176711543166846258" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhl8561Eq8Ry5sxAjUO3eZQgEcIYVmvvK7iwbMplZzdt5oHRjK3YGKlX9vwFNAkz0I0GZViUosvyaRrIe7CrSTcqOwzUmu59CL6A6uLlFCh1yCQ1ccVTmsoPwm-rVab3QQk-69Kfg/s400/February+08+029.jpg" border="0" /><br /><p align="center">We finally made it back to the trail and Kristen let me know how she feels about leaving the trail. I wanted to try again but she wouldn't have it.<br /></p><p align="left">That was our little adventure. I hope you liked it. Yes this was my first blog in a while, but I'm back baby. </p>Goosehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15819656672379848182noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35891865.post-88649533743659993022007-12-02T20:36:00.000-08:002007-12-02T20:50:08.382-08:00Two Truths and a LieI know that everyone loves this game, so I am giving you the chance to play. I will list three things about myself and you must identify the lie. If you get it right I will buy you a new car, so take your time and don't guess. Ok, here we go...<div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div>1. I once aspired to be an NFL kicker, but that fell thorough because of an injury to my right big toe. I mean how is a man suppose to kick with a jacked up toe.</div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div>2. I prefer a fresh bucket of strawberries over a fresh, juicy peach.</div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div>3. I believe in the existence of a very rare mammal called the floating squirrel. It may have legs, but they are too small to see so when it walks it appears to float across the ground much like a hovercraft. Although it has not been recognized as a real animal in the scientific world, I believe in it because I encountered one a long time ago.</div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div>Ok remember, the winner wins a new car so choose wisely... </div>Goosehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15819656672379848182noreply@blogger.com8tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35891865.post-48065223864145331752007-11-04T18:22:00.000-08:002007-11-04T19:16:42.150-08:00Tag it UpI was tagged about a month ago and have done nothing about it, but have finally gotten around to it. So here we go, a peak into the wild life of the Little Guzy Guy.<br /><br />Five Jobs I have had:<br />1. My first job was when I was 15 years old. It was the summer between my freshman and sophomore year of high school. I worked at Samurai Sams, a fast food Japanese restaurant. I loved it because we were allowed to eat as much free food as we wanted along with all the free pop that we could drink. It didn’t pay very well, but I didn’t know any better. I think I made about $6.00 an hour, but with all the benefits mentioned above I made more like $12.00 buck an hour. I ate a lot.<br />2.I worked for 2 summers as a construction man for brother John Sheffield. A great job that paid 10 dollars an hour and wasn’t all that hard. I didn’t do a bit of skilled work, mostly digging and moving trash all day. Not to bad.<br />3.Before my freshman year at BYU I worked as a copy boy at a law firm in downtown Denver. Not too hard of a job, but I was treated like, well a copy boy by all the lawyers who I didn’t like very much. Also, I had to travel about 45 minutes to an hour everyday to get there so that wasn’t very fun. I became an expert on how to use a copy machine though, a skill I still utilize today. This is also where I honed in on my foosball skills because every Friday afternoon all the lawyers would gather in the “foosball room” where they would break out the beers and play. They allowed the copy boy to play every once in a while.<br />4.Right after I got back from the mission I worked 11-hour days digging pools for brother Reardon. By far the hardest job I have ever had. After about a week I had trouble opening my hands every morning. I shoveled more dirt than your average man does in a lifetime. It was a very satisfying job because I felt like I was actually doing something important and I learned a lot. Also, to see a giant hole that I dug made me feel quite manly.<br />5.The last job I had was a janitor at the hospital here in Provo. I cleaned for an hour every night the Urology clinic. It stunk. Need more be said?<br /><br />Places I have lived:<br />1.Born in Jefferson City, Missouri and lived there until I was 4.<br />2.Lived in Littleton, Colorado for most of my life.<br />3.Lived in Provo, Utah for a total of almost 3 years now.<br />4.Lived in Boston, Massachusetts for a month waiting for my visa to Ghana.<br />5.Lived in Ghana, Africa for 14 months.<br />6.Lived in Bo, Sierra Leone for about 9 months.<br /><br />Favorite Foods<br />1.A beef meximelt from Taco Bell.<br />2.Dad’s BBQ glazed pork steaks.<br />3.Mom’s mashed potatoes.<br />4.Kristen's Beef Enchiladas.<br />5.Fufu with katenkuin.<br />6.Tomatoes (this is for Dad so he will finally know)<br />7.Anything else besides olives. I am a human trash can!!!<br /><br /><br />Top Five Movies<br />1.Signs<br />2.Hotel Rwanda<br />3.The Fugitive<br />4.Clear and Present Danger<br />5.Jurassic Park 3!!!!!!<br /><br />Top Five Shows<br />1.Seinfeld<br />2.Charles in Charge<br />3.The Office<br />4.Batman (the cartoon)<br />5.Are You Smarter than a Fifth Grader (For Real)<br /><br />Four Weird Things about Me<br />1.I love mustard. One of my favorite snacks is a Lays Potato chip dipped in mustard. I also like mustard and mayonnaise sandwich’s but that is a different story.<br />2.My name Andrew Foster literally means “Manly Forrester.” Well I guess that isn’t too weirdJ<br />3.One of my toes is bent over so it give my feet the appearance that they are webbed. So far there have been no adverse effects, but who know. Ty would know all about this defect of mine.<br />4. I have started to make some transitions in my preferences for foods which are making me more and more like my dad. I used to enjoy Ranch dressing on my salads, but then moved to Caesar. But in the past few months I finally made the switch to Blue Cheese. I am now stuck on Blue Cheese. Another example is I use to like sweet pickles, but I now enjoy only Dill (I’m not sure what kind of pickle you like dad). Anyway, I think I am becoming more and more like my dad and there is nothing I can do about it. At least in what I eat.<br /><br />Places I Would Rather Be<br />1.Anywhere where my beautiful wife is!!!!<br />2.I West Africa with the most wonderful people on earth.<br />3.At Taco Bell enjoying a Meximelt with some Hot Sauce.<br />4.With the whole family winning some kind of competition. (like the most manly man)<br /><br />New Category: Funniest Foster<br />1.Mark, everyone knows he is the funniest.<br />2.Ty, a surprising yet deserving finish.<br />3.Kristen, when she is on a roll she is on a roll.<br />4.Adam, there is just something about the man.<br /><br />The list could go on, but I will stop there.<br /><br />I am tagging Mom, Adam, and Ty.Goosehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15819656672379848182noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35891865.post-2559020023830228602007-09-02T19:49:00.000-07:002007-09-02T19:56:21.970-07:00The NameWe have finally decided what the name of the car will be. After many minutes of deliberation and countless seconds of thought, we have now decided on... Although we were leaning towards one name, the people have spoken and change our hearts to the name of...With that in mind we knew that we had to deliver to our fans...Ok enough wait, the name of the car, the name that it will be called for the rest of its existence is.........<div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;">Jenkins!!!!!!!!! </span></div>Goosehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15819656672379848182noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35891865.post-33083221347574804212007-08-19T20:32:00.001-07:002007-08-19T20:40:30.637-07:00The Final VoteBoth Kristen and I would like to thank all of you for your ideas about the name of the new car. After many sleepless nights, we have narrowed the field to 5 names. Everyone has one vote. After the votes have been counted, we will choose the name we like the most, but your votes could help us a lot. We want to know what the people want. So here are the finalists (they are in no particular order)...<br /><br />1. Blade (Submitted by Kristen)<br /><br />2. Darth Vader-Darth for short (submitted by Dad)<br /><br />3. The Black Panther (submitted by Liz)<br /><br />4. Black Jack (Submitted by Mark)<br /><br />5. Jenkins (submitted by Adam)<br /><br />There were others that we really liked, but these are the top five. Please cast your votes so our car can finally be free.Goosehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15819656672379848182noreply@blogger.com8tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35891865.post-43653723433981242552007-08-12T10:09:00.000-07:002007-08-12T10:45:00.561-07:00The New Car<div align="center">Kristen and I just finished a 3 weeklong road trip where we went almost 3000 miles to 5 different states. It was a lot of fun, but we realized that our car (named Black Ninja) just ain’t going to cut it anymore. Maybe it was the fact that it maxed out at 40 miles an hour up vail pass, or maybe it was the strange noises it began to make with the endless dashboard lights that began to light up everyday. I don’t really know what it was, but both Kristen and I had the feeling that “Ninja’s” time was running short, so we began looking at cars. We wanted a new or almost new car with very low mileage on it so that it could last 5 years or so. We also wanted a big enough car so as to be able to handle a baby seat somewhere down the line (not yet, but sometime in the next five yearsJ). As I began looking I realized that cars like that don’t grow on trees, in other words, they ain’t cheap. I went to probably 6 different dealerships and spent a good 4 hours researching different cars on the internet. We finally found a car (it was actually at the first dealership that we went to) that fit the description. It was a 2006 Kia Soreto. It had only 14,500 miles on it and had been a dealership car, which means the title of the car had never been owned by anyone. I saw that Kristen fell in love with it after we test drove it. It is a 4X4, automatic with an engine over twice the size as Ninja’s. Kristen loved the car but I loved the price more. It was a little more than we wanted to pay, but it was a much better car than we expected to get. After a few more days of shopping and bargaining(which I dislike very much) we finally bought it on Friday of this week at $16, 300. We are really happy and hope that it will be the car we expect it to be.<br /><br />Now we have a real dilemma. What are we to name the car? I will post a few picture of the car so that you can see it, deliberate, and decide on the perfect name. The winner will get $1000 dollars in the form of Benjamins. But that is only if I really love it. If I just really like it then I will give you a high five with some popcorn and pop in the morning the next time I see you. So let the naming begin!<br /><br />Also, a few names have already been suggested.<br /><br />Adam…………………….<strong>The Black Widow</strong> (According to him this would require a red hourglass painted on the car. That’s ok with me if he pays)<br />Drew…………………….<strong>The Black Plague</strong> or if that is too scary <strong>Fred</strong></div><div align="center"><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /></div><div align="center"><br />Note-black does not have to be included in the name, Adam and I just think alike.</div><div align="center"><br /></div><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5097870038823260674" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEis9dtwDTlv2BaxaCxNJWtgy8YOj3ViNh9-YvEV4_jl36yYAhMND5wXOQZEuhGhfp0VPB-vE9LcAEbxOU9NxzoB0hhRqgXmP0shxmZR00LKN_HO_ohdCHUR2UdcPuYr2sjkfxQTSQ/s320/car+001.jpg" border="0" /><br /><br /><br /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5097869617916465634" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiWWkB8LjCOxaQA_KCf8dr7sCuQioHkut0UUkNVVvRbzsr3e77piRjTJ1Dgi6BfGBvQpzgL3OYK4AnNbD0aqwdv6BaWVOhYeXtvnB_Kw7SZrs9qsfjWxRo6v8RSwTacaC9SmTUxFw/s320/car+004.jpg" border="0" /><br /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5097869854139666930" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiaJhw6AL8LVhOH2wSaPHH3VfTzhpO1trm0FGmoRBLMtCBq9IU_c-F2-YN3Oo8vZU2OPNHLwiKU33cfPESmzNxv954pryKaYq6tOyAJWjYa0jBBtkczkJnwfTMx6WmkinsjHD8D_g/s320/car+002.jpg" border="0" /> The sun was really bright and we timed the picture poorly, but look at the space in the trunck. <br /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5097870584284107314" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg2kKtOazCTWfYZNjr3IFtkeorHeu80cQqLvLUp2OoDLv8J2pqrqw8DPNC6E4_EbqQkgyxLZL2naQUIZLzW90QidXcebY-n6hgUrSR7vpnIuH8WzNDyZi5XeXRD7oThfZwUwD0hfw/s320/car+006.jpg" border="0" /><br /><p><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5097870257866592786" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhpjdzXxl3JfXQ-z7OlJPDanDxBai00yacDKldaAyIVi0f593G-QM0d0PpcFiMeoto-wIpJ8HLQu8E-MrJhKQwe1a59UDB53IGDp8uGrJmN7ZWpMmFv_sJwUl6l_IbGocqrjZia1g/s320/car+007.jpg" border="0" /></p><p><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5097870421075350050" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh1fhXcVt6H9diSwinn4konXziJqJ-0_gYp-WcncaOnjyjJbE_Y2ExLJwnEN73HuyiS-zz9D9rATB9h8vmqISx2A_K3PJoxSKYqGqxGdm_8pEFw2yBrn4p4i0JZ7crMdz6yGxabkA/s320/car+005.jpg" border="0" /></p>Goosehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15819656672379848182noreply@blogger.com9tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35891865.post-41284871940032955832007-07-10T19:18:00.000-07:002007-07-10T19:37:18.490-07:00Our camping trip to Diamond Fork<div align="center"><br /></div><div align="center">The wife and I decided to go on a little camping trip the other day and here is a little inside peak onto our expereince.<br /><br /></div><div align="center"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjIvQcbTgfcCLtnmo7Hcy1xu644rERU_IYOQd5ogl1AON2TKsmP10LLPUzgoJKqQtecNlRxJLHjWEvUrXevZ94cAoONrVbgGUVCsClupj03RkupUFyRByzUcqFemKG1dFPSNy0ENg/s1600-h/camping+001.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5085758115596358162" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjIvQcbTgfcCLtnmo7Hcy1xu644rERU_IYOQd5ogl1AON2TKsmP10LLPUzgoJKqQtecNlRxJLHjWEvUrXevZ94cAoONrVbgGUVCsClupj03RkupUFyRByzUcqFemKG1dFPSNy0ENg/s320/camping+001.jpg" border="0" /></a> This is just after we set up camp. Just a man, his grill, and his tent. Ain't nothing manlier than that.<br /></div><div align="center"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5085760387634057842" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi4SUjjJzi3oSbRDVA-nUsvueJkwNMy52FLA5fr_rs3ULHSKls0McIqBNzUHJKbfIwXS52kUzmD5sYSvThYfAvpszrgxjFLKnWmwzW1k7RIAOOGxfz3vlo5JDOw0mv3Kh7htOa-kQ/s320/camping+004.jpg" border="0" />Kristen must of had a little rumble in the old tummy when we saw this cute little rabbit because...</div><div align="center"> </div><div align="center"> </div><div align="center"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5085758257330278946" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg9sWza44TTsQnqIvVZuuLfePkcoArytDJJptu7nzI6gueLGrEwRZ4QRjDtlLd-QhOTWtylaXOFGHQkwi_AsiHmgSutURVYOEfcnlIo7qXNl6KpzFWODb-57QiHZ2DKLPNtAaiHbA/s320/camping+006.jpg" border="0" />She tried to kill it and eat it!!!!!!!!!!<br /></div><div align="center"> </div><br /><p><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5085758463488709170" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgO-FWuTH5TCPfBxdhHIc78rFLDD8-V_ItutBKpnBr6fEDXt_LXxPLgUfbF_IHXrYlc-rdn3SdnyAKhByheQYrLQBvnIeN94rHgo9cGJjRX454HxKEFVSEHKdm0LfYClvAcaN_RiQ/s320/camping+003.jpg" border="0" /></p><br /><p align="center">This is Kristen while eating the bunny. Just joking, this is her demonstrating her famous talent, stuffing grapes under your upper lip and holding them there with no hands for as long as you can. I love that trick, it's a classic and I am proud to say that MY WIFE is the the best in the west!!</p><p align="center"> </p><p><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5085758618107531842" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhy9WXBv4aUCWeJfOnonCUCXjw-h6fAOHqDruP16fnG16v2IfxxEqrLZYv-IVy1HuXhM22iDLxUT3M6diL864p_pe3gnVNsipCk-8aBQZOjAn5wX5gbkqQPRVduhUF06Gloxa5tJA/s320/camping+018.jpg" border="0" /></p><p align="center">A man in his element, need I say more.</p><p align="center"> </p><p><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5085758798496158290" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEixdx77GKMdQD4PboXz4r7axxyOaf7vRbMZV7c3NwMBx0QdzItMeuTS_UJipaQyQPoIPcIjXRbLG5VFwbgKspt9hDQaezHDSLAmx8GPxhWMY1A35lYGIOwabmxvE_FyT21-mfPFwg/s320/camping+010.jpg" border="0" /></p><p>We took a little hike up a nearby hill. You can see our campsite if you look close. The hike was actually a lot harder than anticipated because it was a very steep and rocky hill. </p><p> </p><p> </p><p><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5085758927345177186" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh4ZVnyqEH8AunAEVVWmcHokyEtyB37-4eruT2QL4McRAXpfPzt2vwcCu0vaZMiy2Tz8wTQ8y4QSeDdzBFqRRcmIKjDuvdmtVE2cmPmBY-apJJDQnTw8xktOxZhiZUIelf05hBTwA/s320/camping+012.jpg" border="0" /></p><p align="center">A man thinking about the long road ahead of him in life. All I got to say is "Life is a highway, I want to ride it all night long." Yeah baby.</p>Goosehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15819656672379848182noreply@blogger.com8tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35891865.post-1271021915210529142007-06-10T18:56:00.000-07:002007-06-10T19:12:36.672-07:00Who would win?<div align="left">I only have one question for you. It has been boggling my mind for I don't know how many years. There are so many variables that it is hard to come to any real conclusion, but I have finally decided to put it to you. If you can put my mind at ease, then I will be most grateful, but I need an answer that will really satisfy me. Only an answer that is deep, logical, and thorough will truly put my mind at ease. Here it is. Who would win in a fight </div><br /><br />Spiderman <img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5074621217261062418" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiTOElive6xv8muZZgMeDDxWIjvMMmvub8FfspcrCqOb9bnHBTyzuoQwOdFOtai9uziqMoVD8qjvw4tGMn3W0ix5HykBaOazARF13GNOS8mpVX4Zf87m6oA-L_FydoN6rAQn0k7kA/s320/2369582980.jpg" border="0" /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5074620959563024642" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhvdmgQePgFYU-m3bIekTDYjijhZrWLpvso8vOG2cwNAdXWyKBNXmkJcaDRPtXZ5jO6iglnlGp4BQjTE6BfNHV_AIYIIbuHF5gMeeTl8AAk2DCSiRddyHHK85cKn7BA0qCdIrUe5A/s320/3621039675.jpg" border="0" /><br /><br /><br />or Batman?<br /><br /><br /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5074621822851451186" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhKY_wh81fmYGgetjyTt872XCNkb4vlAccK4PuqrZEIFEWVGZV23LkLO68BkTM8SMq4W1chvmcyOTYazwn3xWl9lZMRk7DyVSeJtVf18ma0on2Qfq1sK5k5AA8GdK5RT8l5ROeX-A/s320/2116247255.jpg" border="0" /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5074621560858446114" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgfaxMYKj_W3cDzE_vQjEvIRnzChyXCHGKuVwe2v5xhVZ6sAjg692S3uMiPnJW6WUNt_Q6eHsKdLxQWA0OCsRT2Wy_-WdZiXJWjBtSaJwvHtPyQFctKRLXoHkocY1tCCzrl_-fE5Q/s320/4239928255.jpg" border="0" /> <strong><span style="font-size:180%;">Please Help Me!!!!!<br /></span></strong>Goosehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15819656672379848182noreply@blogger.com10tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35891865.post-24757675628824200412007-05-04T12:21:00.000-07:002007-05-04T13:17:43.684-07:00Competition--Good or Bad?<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh78ep1cgxGUFvNLxhgVZwCab9FbeZDtklb2D1nuZxd9SB78pnjMkewzYz6KGqBzUuatTKCco0xk6uNZOaN0yP-qcSU1mRU2U8u21yDO_41SvcNA9N-qX0GP7McQ4f8ocYpHADWdA/s1600-h/fh2804.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5060800555559686530" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh78ep1cgxGUFvNLxhgVZwCab9FbeZDtklb2D1nuZxd9SB78pnjMkewzYz6KGqBzUuatTKCco0xk6uNZOaN0yP-qcSU1mRU2U8u21yDO_41SvcNA9N-qX0GP7McQ4f8ocYpHADWdA/s320/fh2804.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgC2g132SA6iYRVc6kI-QreZfYOApDJNd78amyABMw8KArwHjK6vVMvFgywfTI8WD_OT2Vy0shglKepoEO9JWdWEvPJrhzEzTB-jXrDaMMC8MuywvAPU0o-ARLnllh6NeJ_IuWQmA/s1600-h/_892197_maurice300.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5060800272091844978" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgC2g132SA6iYRVc6kI-QreZfYOApDJNd78amyABMw8KArwHjK6vVMvFgywfTI8WD_OT2Vy0shglKepoEO9JWdWEvPJrhzEzTB-jXrDaMMC8MuywvAPU0o-ARLnllh6NeJ_IuWQmA/s320/_892197_maurice300.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><div>I think that most of you have read the talk by President Benson entitled “Beware of Pride.” Certainly a good one to review on a regualr basis. He gave it in general conference in 1989 and I remember spending a whole day on it in seminary. I would like to quote from it.<br /></div><br /><br /><div>“Most of us think of pride as self-centeredness, conceit, boastfulness, arrogance, or haughtiness. All of these are elements of the sin, but the heart, or core, is still missing.<a name="13"></a> The central feature of pride is enmity—enmity toward God and enmity toward our fellowmen. Enmity means “hatred toward, hostility to, or a state of opposition...<a name="14"></a>Pride is essentially competitive in nature. We pit our will against God’s. When we direct our pride toward God, it is in the spirit of “my will and not thine be done.” As Paul said, they “seek their own, not the things which are Jesus Christ’s.<a name="15"></a>" Our will in competition to God’s will allows desires, appetites, and passions to go unbridled.”</div><br /><br /><div><br />I remember when I heard that in high school. I thought to myself, “That kind of pride can’t be applied to competitive sports because that is the reason I run track or play basketball…I love to win and that can’t be a sin.” When I came home from my mission I didn’t have much of a desire to run because I didn’t like what competition did to me. It makes me more conceited, self-centered, and plus, track is real hard. I have thought about this lately, because to play a competitive sport and be successful takes a lot of effort, both mental and physical, and if not checked can be damaging to a person’s spiritual well-being.</div><br /><br /><div><br />I would be interested to hear what others had to say, but I believe that my naïve reaction to the quote above is not true. It is very easy for a talented athlete to slip down the path of pride, simply because he/she likes to win. It happens at BYU, and anywhere else you can think of. It even happens at Wednesday night basketball (although you would be hard pressed to convince me that is competitive). I think that the key is this—an athlete’s goal should be to win, not to beat others. Often the two go hand-in-hand, but they are different in their focus. To win is to focus on the outcome of the competition, where as to beat others is to focus on your standing in relation to someone else. The latter of the two, slowly begins to change you, from a desire to magnify your God-given talents, to being remembered or praised. I have seen myself fall into the trap many times, even this year. It begins to turn your whole life into a game, where you have to be better than all others in all things. Emnity begins to creep into your heart; first with man, then with God. I believe that true humility does not exempt someone from being the best, but it does take serious effort and a balance of ones self, a recognition of where talent comes from and that no one has it all (just a lot of it in a particular place, whether it be running, math, basketball, etc.).</div><br /><br /><div><br />The prime example of this is myself.</div><br /><br /><div><br />J/K but really it is my coach. He holds the second fastest time in NCAA history in the 10K. He is 1 of only 3 people to every win the triple crown in colligate running, which is cross-country, 5K, and 10K. He is a 2-time Olympian and arguably one of the best American long distance runners to ever run, and yet he is the most down to earth and humble man you could ever meet. I have never heard him talk about beating a particular runner when he describes his races, but just about the race and what went on. His focus in life is not his achievements, but his family and helping others reach their potential. I could think of others like Dean and Judy or Chris Crosby. Anyway, it is important to me to be able to define the fine line between pride and competition in sports, and then to stay on the right side. With that said, it looks like all ye all are going down this reunion in three things—basketball, ping-pong, and nertz. Bring it fools, I own all ye all's world!!!!!</div></div>Goosehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15819656672379848182noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35891865.post-90516199955654687602007-03-04T09:51:00.000-08:002007-03-04T10:03:00.429-08:00A little something to think about<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjIxlIUJ6GKyk-4F3w7y85PH6XvKb4Jwxvu-6wHyU4yHUQWXJKiseMw5oDvwqIrdcNgbv_JAXVNKgZ9KgS06IshGTl7DqEQz-l2BOXAAsMpG3RVmi59VthCw_5SocDvAXWwEbluTQ/s1600-h/Feb+2007+066+(Small).jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5038130728516079538" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjIxlIUJ6GKyk-4F3w7y85PH6XvKb4Jwxvu-6wHyU4yHUQWXJKiseMw5oDvwqIrdcNgbv_JAXVNKgZ9KgS06IshGTl7DqEQz-l2BOXAAsMpG3RVmi59VthCw_5SocDvAXWwEbluTQ/s320/Feb+2007+066+(Small).jpg" border="0" /></a> (I put this picture here to give you a visual of what "fulfilling the measure of our creation" means. It is hard to do without eternal families. This is after my race in Washington a few weeks ago.)<br /><br /><br /><div>I wrote this paper for a D&C class this last week. I hope that you enjoy it. It is a little long for a post so if you get bored of reading it you can stop. I won't be offended. But I will never talk to you again. The paper was suppose to be about a doctrine found in the the second half of D&C. I chose the doctrine "fulfilling the measure of our creation." It could only be 4 pages so I left out some thoughts about it(Celestial law for example). I hope that y'all will be able to enlighten me a little. Just a little please. Here it is...</div><br /><div></div><br /><div>Everyone, at one point or another during their existence, has asked a few basic questions. Maybe you have asked these yourself: Where did I come from before this earth, why am I here, and where am I going when I die? While searching for the answers myself I have come across two groups of people. One group being filled with those who find it easy to brush off the uncertainty of not knowing the answers to these questions with ease, and another group being those who have search and struggled their entire lives to unearth the answers. The first group will live out their lives with a hole, maybe covered with materialistic ease or filled in with instant gratification, yet a hole nonetheless, which will surly led their lives in a direction of unattained potential. The latter group, while maybe not finding all the answers, will most definitely push their limits and achieve what they term to be their “purpose in life”. Throughout my life I have met many different kinds of “groups ones”, and much fewer “group twos”. The individuals of both, while coming from many different cultures and backgrounds, can be classified as follows—those who seek to “fulfill the measure of their creation” (D&C 88:19) and those who don’t. In this paper I will try to explain this doctrine, to fulfill the measure of our creation, and what it means to me.<br />The reference that I gave above is given in mention to those of a celestial glory. When I say celestial glory I am referring to the heaven where we can live with God our Heavenly Father and our brother Jesus Christ after this life. This celestial glory is given to only the righteous who follows all of the commandments of God and is a place of no sickness, age, pain, or any other bad or hurtful thing that can be thought of. It is a place of perfect, splendid happiness. Yet we learn that keeping the commandments of God is not the only prerequisite for entering His glory. Reading from D&C 88: 18-19, “Therefore, it [we] must needs be sanctified from all unrighteousness, that it [we] may be prepared for the celestial glory; for after it [we] hath filled the measure of its creation, it [we] shall be crowned with glory, even with the presence of God the Father;” Notice that in this reference it teaches us that we can only be crowned with the presence of the Father after we have fulfilled the measure of our creation. To understand this phrase now becomes a very important task not only for our happiness on this earth but for our eternal salvation after this life also.<br />The Savior made reference to this doctrine many times when he ministered upon the earth. I would like to indicate one of these places in detail and explain it, but hope that you will look at it more closely in this context the next time you read this place. I will also include some other references at the end of this writing for further study of the topic. Matthew 25: 14-30 is a parable that Christ spoke that is often times referred to as “The Parable of the Unprofitable Servant.” In this parable, Christ compares himself to a man who is beginning a journey to a far away land. Before going this man gives to three of his servants talents (something like a dollar). He doesn’t give each the same though, as he gives the first servant five talents, the second two talents, and the third one talent respectively. While the man is gone, the first servant uses his talents wisely and ends up with ten by the time the master returns. The second also uses his talents well and doubles his amount to four. The third servant however, is scared of losing his talent so he buries his in the ground. Upon the return of the man, the master inquires as to the talents that he left his servants. The first two servants are proud to announce their achievements and the Lord issues this praise to them, “Well done, good and faithful servant; thou hast been faithful over a few things, I will make thee ruler over many things: enter thou into the joy of thy lord” (Matt. 25:21-23). When the third servant gives his account the Lord pronounces this rebuke, “Thou wicked and slothful servant, thou knewest that I reap where I sowed not, and gather where I have not strawed: Thou oughtest therefore to have put my money to the exchangers, and then at my coming I should have received mine own with usury. Take therefore the talent from him, and give it unto him which hath ten talents. For unto every one that hath shall be given, and he shall have abundance: but from him that hath not shall be taken away even that which he hath. And cast ye the unprofitable servant into outer darkness: there shall be weeping and gnashing of teeth” (Matt. 25: 26-30). The contrast of the two responses is telling. Notice how the reward for both servants who increased their “talents”, although varying amounts of increase, was exactly the same. Why do you suppose that the master would reward the two wise servants the same? It our world it is common to give the greatest reward to those who bring in the greatest amount. In this parable the first servant who brought in five talents as profit would be greater than that of the second servant who brought in two talents as profit, but here in lies the lesson. We are all put on this earth with varying talents and abilities. Some can use words to paint pictures in the forms of poems and novels, while others who can barely spell a word (me) are blessed with mathematical minds (not me), and still others who find no solace in learning from books develop a strong arm for throwing a football or healthy muscles for running a race. To the Lord it doesn’t matter what “talents” we have been given all that matters to him is that we learn these talents and increase them, make them a profit, so that when we sit in front of Him at the last day we can give Him His profit. To me, this is what “filling the measure of our creation” is. It is to push the limits of our existence. It is to increase in knowledge, stature, ability, or whatever else it may be. It is never being satisfied with who we are, but striving to become better everyday. And on top of all of this, keeping ourselves in line with the commandments that God has given to us. The problem of the unprofitable servant was not his undersized amount of talents, nor was it his complete neglect of the commandments (he was probably a good man) but it was his total lack of faith that he could improve upon what the Lord had given him. His sin was his lack of development and progress that hindered him from ever achieving total perfection—for if you don’t start down the path of perfection, than you can never reach the destination. To me that is what D&C 88:18-19 teaches. Since coming across those simple, few words to “fulfill the measure of its creation” I have seen where I can improve and hopefully achieve my purpose on this earth. To all “group ones” who may read this, it may mean very little, but to those “group twos” who wish to seek and find more of what I have talked about, here are a few more references that I have found while studying that relate. (Matthew 5: 6, Matthew 7:7, 2 Nephi 28: 29-31, Moses 5:10-12, Moses 4: 25) </div>Goosehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15819656672379848182noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35891865.post-1171826544359329322007-02-18T11:22:00.000-08:002007-02-18T11:22:24.370-08:00How I learned that the Lord really does know our every thoughtWhat a day. Here I am cuddling with my beautiful wife on a Sunday morning in our home. She will never have to travel back to Greeley again for classes and she will start her student teaching this week. On top of all this, we arrived in Provo last night and found out that the Bishop wanted to see us on Sunday (today) at 10:30. My first thought was one of responsibility, I mean we have only been in the ward for a few weeks and I am already EQP (Elders Quorum President). My wife then reminded me that we don’t know that yet. <br /><br />We arrived at church at exactly 10:30 and waited outside the bishop’s office. Within a few minutes he arrived back from ward council and after entering his office for only a moment, he popped his head out of the door and invited us inside. I was ready to tell him that although I was so busy with many things I would accept the calling as 2nd councilor in the bishopric or maybe even 1st if he wanted, but was stopped cold in my preparation. He asked me, “Brother Foster what callings have you had in the church before.” I froze, I knew I needed to impress him with my long list of experience, but nothing was coming to mind. I then realized that I had no experience besides a Sunday School Teacher and Elders Quorum Instructor. After he heard this he turned to Kristen and asked, “Sister Foster how about you, what kind of callings have you had before.” She then proceeded to list off callings like Institute Council (very powerful sounding) and RSP (Relief Society President). A resume like that is quite impressive. Bishop Gibb looked pleased, and then began “We would like to extend a calling to you both, a calling were you two can work together. And that is Sunday School Instructors over zone #3 in the Ward. You will be switching off teaching every week with another couple.”<br /><br />I was stunned. I was going to be a what!!!!! Not even the first stringers, but over zone #3. Then as the Bishop began to explain the calling to us, I realized just how our Heavenly Father works; I realized that we were having a little taste of our own medicine. Let me explain…<br /><br />We have only be to our ward a few times, and have really enjoyed it. The only “slow” part of the church service has been Sunday school. I don’t mean that the teachers are bad or that the people in the classes are boring and dry, but just that the very nature and design of Sunday school, especially in singles wards and married student wards, makes for “long” class hours. Maybe it is the fact that the men and women are together in the class and feel shy about asking and answering questions in front of strangers of the opposite sex, or maybe that people are just looking forward to Priesthood and Relief Society classes and don’t want to exhaust all of the spiritual and enlightening insights that they will surely contribute in those classes. But what ever it is, it seems like the teachers of Sunday School have to pry answers out of people by any means necessary. Sometimes by a forced answer, or clever game, or by the most used technique of them all, giving little candies as a reward for the raising of a hand. Now, because of our (mostly just my own) murmurings of how boring Sunday School is, we are to be those very instructors that have to work hard just to keep the class awake. As we left the Bishops office and were making our way to the car, Kristen just started laughing. I guess that we have learned our lesson, now we get to prepare a lesson for next week and one thing is for sure, little chocolate Kit-Kat Bars will be included. That should keep their attention.Goosehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15819656672379848182noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35891865.post-1171823575559714442007-02-18T10:32:00.000-08:002007-02-18T10:32:56.300-08:00Go big or go home<a href="http://www.guzyfos.blogspot.com/">Go big or go home</a>Goosehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15819656672379848182noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35891865.post-1169672402140120272007-01-24T12:22:00.000-08:002007-01-24T13:00:02.153-08:00The iPod RevolutionWhen I left on my mission I had never heard of an ipod. I don't remember seeing one and I know that I never used one. When I returned home I found most of my family and friends having switched over to them instead of CD's. Actually everyone that could afford the ipod made the switch, and the rest were left wanting and planning when to buy one. Then over Christmas I watched as many people were receiving the ipod. (Not in the Foster Family but in the Petzold family we were the only ones who didn't get one). I had not yet become a beleiver. I mean they are nice, but the annoy me. Let me explain.<br /><br />I would say 75% of students now at BYU have one kind of iPod or another, and about 50% of BYU students put the headphones in as soon as class is over and take them out when the professor starts talking. That means there are a lot of people on campus who can't hear a thing of what is going on around them because they have an iPod. This presents a problem. Imagine 20,000 deaf people trying to get around on a not so big college campus. Needless to say, there are a lot of "accidents" and bumps while trying to get to class. I got to the point where I became an advacate of The ipod license. That is people must be able to navagate deaf, through a room filled with people without bumping into a single one. If able to do this, a license to "use an iPod while in motion" would be issued. This would make people more responsible for their careless deaf walking. If caught in an "accident" without a license, they could be fined or at lest made fun of. Yes, I was a bitter man.<br /><br />Then yesterday a teammate let me use an iPod because I had to go on a run alone. I ran for a usual 50 minutes, but this time was very different. I spent half the run crying because of Hootie and the Blowfish and their love-ballad "Hold my Hand", and the other half rocking out to J-5 and AC/DC. What a run!!! I was loving it. When I was back in the locker room reflecting on my run, I realized that I was now a believer in the ipod. And sense coming to the realization, my whole world has changed. When I get hit by an ipod user I can now forgive him/her because I have joined them as a ipod lover. When asking for directions, and I get no response or a blank look followed by a loud "What" because they can't hear me, I can laugh it off because I am one of them. The problem is that I am not an ipod owner becuase of certain finacial problems, but just an ipod lover. But like many of you, I have started planning for the day when I can have my own ipod. And what a day it will be!!!!!!!!!Goosehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15819656672379848182noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35891865.post-1165180962623752192006-12-03T11:58:00.000-08:002006-12-03T13:22:42.670-08:00The Most Annoying CoupleA few weeks ago my lovely fiance wrote a sweet and friendly blog in which she stated her reasons for loving me. (probably because of the many concerned people who keep asking her why she would say yes to me) I thought it was so cute and very reasonable! But there was something that was posted by Ty that I would like to quote from and then reply to. Ty said... <br /><br />"Maybe we should start to have most annoying couple contests. I nominate Drew and Kristen as the reigning champions!"<br /><br />Although the reasons for making such a statement were never specified, I wish to respond to it in a kind and gracious manner so as to not annoy or offend any of the parties to be mentioned... And by the way Ty you are wrong, you are dead wrong!! So I am going to make my list of the most annoying couples in the family and I will state a least one supporting reason for why.<br /><br />I should also mention one other well researched and documented scientific fact, and that is that annoyingness is inherently a male trait. It is noted that a female can begin to take upon themselves some of the "annoyingness" characteristics displayed by her male counterpart, but this would only be an offshoot of him and would not be of her own making. Therefore a female is innocent of any kind of annoyingness and should not be held accountable for her male partners faults. (Ty you better lay off dude cause your stepping on thin ice) So although I will be mentioning couples to meet the demands of Ty's "most annoying couple contest", the "annoyingness traits" that I will associate with the couple will only be directed at the male. <br /><br />I would like to start at the least annoying and work my way to the grand champion.<br /><br />#7- I think there will be little argument on Drew and Kristen being the least annoying. Both are sweet and kind to all and despise confrontation. A person would be hard pressed to find anything annoying with these two angels.<br /><br />#6- This may be biased because of the help that they gave to me yesterday on a project for school, but with their musical talents and cute little boy, very little can be said about their annoyingess. It is noted that Jeff has had sputs like "man thats the bomb" shortly after his mission and "of course" but those faults seem to have been smoothed out by his near perfect companion Angie. Cal is doing a lot of good as well.<br /><br />#5- Although accustomed to a rant here or a rave there, Matt and Wendi seem to have found a balance that makes Matt much more bearable. But with that said, it is also important to note that Matt's outbursts are usually justified and well supported, but nevertheless still quite annoying. Thank you Wendi for moving him down the list.<br /><br />#4- Mark and Liz are one of the greatest couples that I know, but Mark just doesn't seem to want to go any lower on this list. I have noticed a new degree of annoyingness that wasn't noticed before in Mark and that is what I refer to the "G.O.A.T. disease". If you are not sure what that stands for just read his blogs and posts or go to the fantasy football league and you will find it there. Also, it is so annoying seeing the Worland Warriors at the top of the league. There can only be one G.O.A.T. Mark, and it sure ain't you.<br /><br />#3- He may not be married but Adam comes in as strong a canidate as I've seen in a while with his cereal eating and nose itching ways. If you have never experienced it then just eat a bowl of Honey Nut Cherrios next to him and you will know what I mean. Enough said.<br /><br />#2- This was a hard call. #1 and #2 were so close but because of the addition of Dana while I was away, Ty and Dana now occupy the #2 spot. This annoyingness is almost allusive at times. It is hard for me to put a finger on it, but I know that it is there. Just the very fact that I had to write this blog is a testament to the reality of it.<br /><br />#1- Even with the help of his wonderful wife (who I might add is perfect in every way), this man seems to be off the charts of measured annoyingness. From his fake injuries ("oh my back"), to his playing the role of a martyr ("what am I, chopped liver"), all the way to his depressing outlook on life ("We are in a world or hurt") dad seems to top the chart in every category possible. He may be a good man, which nobody is disputing, but he is one heck of an annoying good man. <br /><br />There you have it. Megan would be right up there in the mix but I decided to leave her off the list. In fact she might be able to take it all, but she is not yet looking to become a couple so that disqaulifies her from joining the "most annoying couple contest" like Adam did. I hope that everyone will look at this and realize how undeserving my beautiful fiance and I are of the title "the most annoying couple" and I also hope that each of us will take time to congratulate the now reigning champion. Way to go Dad, you've worked hard for it. You really do deserve it. My hats off to you.Goosehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15819656672379848182noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35891865.post-1163371390589093352006-11-12T13:17:00.000-08:002006-11-12T14:43:16.193-08:00Where it all started!!!<a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3123/4002/1600/bap.jpg"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3123/4002/320/bap.jpg" border="0" alt="" /></a><br />Last night I sat alone, very alone. I watched "Life is Beautiful" (which is a great movie by the way) all cozied up on the couch while eating some freshly boiled pasta topped with Ragu-Robusto sauce, all by myself. At times in my life this would have disturbed me greatly, but last night it felt right. In fact it felt great. This is a strange phenomenon that has recently started. It probably has something to do with my being engaged. Actually, it probably has everything to do with my being engaged. It just feels like without her I really can't do anything worthwhile no matter who I am with, or what I am doing. I know that studying is good and beneficiary, but it is nothing like just being with Kristen. This is probably nothing new to most of you but to me it is groundbreaking. I mean, I would rather sit alone in a dark basement watching a movie than to go and have a night on the town, just so I can call and talk to her without being disturbed. I admit that this does hinder the old social life, but there wasn't really much to hinder in the first place that didn't involve her already. I guess it just feels opposite of what a young, dashing 21 year old young man like myself:) is suppose to be doing on Saturday nights and yet I wouldn't have it any other way. That is a comforting feeling to me in so many ways because it confirms to me that I made an excellent chioce and serves as a constant reminder that I'm living for more than just me now. <br /><br />It also signifies the ending of a period of my life, a period of little responsibility and late night sleep overs with the buds. A period of paintball fights and James Bond 007 Nintendo 64 tournaments, which I consistantly dominated. A period of water drinking contests and TPing topped with a few door bell ditching runs. A period of dating, trying to impress, and DTRs. A period of singles wards and ward prayers. I guess the end of real childhood, adolescence, and singlehood. I will admit there is a part of me that is sad to see it go, but most of me has been waiting, even longing to see its demise. I don't really get any enjoyment out of that stuff anymore. Instead I find real staisfaction in planning our future, setting priorities, or doing some meaningful work for her (like making and addressing 250 wedding announcments). In short, I am getting old.<br /><br />And that is what prompted me to write this blog. The start of my aging!! The end of Little Guzy Guy, and the beginning of Goose Man. It all started about 5 years ago now when I asked Kristen to go to Homecoming with me. From there we progress to the night I told her that I didn't want to date her anymore because I was going on a mission. As we move down the timeline we reach her baptism, and then conversion. My mission call and her church callings. A few letters later and I was home, and she was available. It didn't take me long to realize she was the one, and I didn't waste anytime popping the question. All of these experiences kind of kicked the child out of me, and although there is still plenty there, I feel like a man ready to take on some serious responsibility...for two. Kristen and I were talking about this just last night, after "Life is Beautiful" had finished and my pasta bowl had been emptied, about the differences between us then, and us now. Also about how our relationship, which began from fairly superficial beginnings and has now become deep and meaningful. I guess that where it all started, is now where those days have finally ended. But with that ending there is coming a whole new beginning. One in which I will never have to worry about being alone on a Saturday night again. At least I hope so!!!!!Goosehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15819656672379848182noreply@blogger.com9tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35891865.post-1163048707731751782006-11-08T21:03:00.000-08:002006-11-08T21:05:07.730-08:00I am on lineThat is right. The long awaited time has arrived. I am now an offical blogger. I hope that you will check often so you will not miss one moment of the D-Man's (that is me) life. Enjoy!!!Goosehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15819656672379848182noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35891865.post-1160627595715086362006-10-11T21:32:00.000-07:002006-10-11T21:33:15.726-07:00Hello welcome to my blog. Enjoy the ride!!!!!!Goosehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15819656672379848182noreply@blogger.com1