front yard
the oh so wet bar
el garage
el kitchen
el deck
guess.....yep. Fireplace.
ryan loving the new runway for her fashion shows.
el garage.
Once again I'm getting requests to blog. This is totally weird, I never thought it would happen to me. alas, it has.
When I was in kindergarten I had a friend named Marshall. He was a nice pale skinned fellow 5 yr. old. Marshall played with Barbies. Yep. Barbies. Now I didn't have an opinion back then of the situation and 10 years ago I thought, "how horrible and bad is that for boys playing with barbies?!?!"
Ok so here is my theory now.
Really Marshall was merely getting jumpstarted on his venture into being a man. If you notice, Barbi dolls have extra long hair. What woman do you know has straight perfect hair down to her thighs...really?
Marshall learned that girls like their hair a certain way and how to match clothing. I can't tell you how many times I am asked, "Does this look good? Does this make me look fat?"
Marshall then learns about shoes, accessories, corvettes, everything. What I would give to know all about the varieties of ridiculous additions my wife can have and what is desirable over this or that.
When I was 16 I worked at Bath and Body works and did a damn fine job. People thought I had problems and even called me homosexual...but c'mon. While your munching corney dogs and orange julius's I'm massaging ladies hands and necks with aromatherapy serums.
Gay? I think not. I'm surrounded by women!
So to my friend Marshall. I'm sure your reading this right now on your blackberry in the Cayman islands from a google alert. You've been waiting for this blog post for years to prove to us all you were a step ahead of all of us. Your a rich CEO and probably invented coffee cup sleeves and your currently surrounded by maids. And you probably can read womens thoughts.
As for me. I think I'm pretty smooth for buying my wife a gift certificate to a quilt store today for $20. She has no idea and hopefully she will still love me in the morning.
Marshall. You are the man.
This is my hot wife with her dad, John. Seriously the girl has the best taste in clothes. Today is her birthday and she is the hippest mom out there.
I didn't realize what a fox I married.
When I first met lisa I made her believe I was a professional astronomer. It was totally false but I knew if lying was going to possibly get me a date then it had to be done.
I also told her I was a Mtn. bike guide and her eyes lit up; totally false but it worked.
We went long boarding that night and I let her drive my Subaru. That was a big deal. She saw all my DMB cd's and was pretty amped. That week I sent my first flirting texts and got my car stuck in the mountains.
She cut my hair and I took her out to dinner (with my parents, first date, and then a baptism; can you say cuckoo for cocao puffs?)
I then took her skiing and made turkey sandwiches with really spicy onions. We had lunch in the back of the car and I had peanut butter and fresh raspberry sandwiches. I woo'ed her with a foot rub and continued the date at Trimble hot springs. Probably the coolest date in history.
Not much else to say but I'm a lucky loser who pretty much won the lottery 4 years ago.
I've been getting blogging requests (really, has it come to that?).
For a guy who does this all the time I sure am out of words. Ok I got one...this post I will name: The Girlfriend I broke up with.
*updating title box*
My first girlfriend ever was named Jayme. I was 13 and I use to meet her at the park after school. We would sit on this hill and not do a whole lot, well she taught me the art of kissing... We thought we were cool and thats all that mattered. Over the years I've had many a girlfriends and not all of them in the form of a lady.
The past couple years I've been up in SLC working in the gear biz. Using gear, selling gear, BUYING gear, gear this gear that. Over time it started to become a 'girlfriend'. Throughout the day chatting about the weekend, turbulance, and deception. It was a bumpy ride, not to mention actually being married with actual kids in the actual real world...but were here in the blogosphere so I can expound on fake stuff.
At some point all the free t-shirts lost their appeal. I had more mugs than actual beverage to drink. I spent more time talking about gear than actually using it, which in this day it didn't seem like anyone noticed. Its about the community, its not about the community. Content is important content isn't important. Make....up....your....mind!
The break-up was tough but needed. Sure I still use gear. I'm wearing skate shoes as I write this. Just like when I was 13, Jayme and I just weren't going to work. My little pea-minded brain woke up and said, "I've gotta move on."
I still hear from gear. In the form of text messages mostly. "I miss you!" and "Come back!". Other ways not so friendly like, "Don't be a dummy."
I once called Jayme 4 years ago to see how she was doing. It was less then exciting and probably more awkward than burying your hamster in the backyard.
I loved dating gear. But I don't miss her. Salt of the Earth? I think not. In the end I found I was just whoring my time with her. Bye gear, leave a message.
- While your twiddling your thumbs on a powder day I'll be choking on flakes.
- While your texting me on a sunny day behind your computer screen I'm in Moab partaking crack.
- While your burnt out on the shelf I'm at mile 25 on my road bike sucking in clean air.
- While your fondling new gear in the office I'm at camp muir catching rays and not caring how 'new' my pack is.
*DISCLAIMER - This post was written around midnight. If ideas don't flow together thats why. If your a little dummer after reading I don't have Blog Insurance so suing me would be a waste of time.
The new job is great! Tough and a lot to learn but it's going well. Went to the mine today, it was nice being outside.
We're here. In our little no-Internet apt. It's prolly a good thing actually. Loving it peeps, loveeng it.
Just got my first pair of steel toe boots for work on Monday.
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Just for an update. Lisa and I are moving to NM and were stoked!
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