tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-85179824022528960652024-02-20T16:58:04.324-08:00The Life and Times of Kyle Garvinwhat's on my mind grapes?Kylehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01587081788148564496noreply@blogger.comBlogger19125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8517982402252896065.post-23100342878622507522009-07-17T15:16:00.000-07:002009-07-17T15:48:38.568-07:00Getting pitted, so pitted.This just in-- San Diego is rad.<br /><br />This summer is going well in just about every aspect of life- the scripture movies are going like hotcakes, the weather is perfect, I live 1.1 miles from In-N-Out, I'm tan as all get out, AND I'm going to a Snoop Dogg concert next week for only $10! All of these factors add up to make this the 2nd best summer of my life. <br /> <br />But here's what I'm really excited about... <br /><br />Yesterday I purchased a surfboard for the bargain price of $69.00 (American). It's blue and foamy. We call it "the foamy." Here's a look at the board in action:<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiDv-TWb4T_eI7Uvnc87U5CZNMcuCY2yXoYM9dD_kAdSh3NsI6kdM_AsacRsRWmYPF5iMdmVzjvXRyzkvu80ZrujwC2Ijxa02ZB_9s4jKkd1ABpF7zFekkaBK7PamnYWFOlotTRtH5MuH9C/s1600-h/IMG_0655.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiDv-TWb4T_eI7Uvnc87U5CZNMcuCY2yXoYM9dD_kAdSh3NsI6kdM_AsacRsRWmYPF5iMdmVzjvXRyzkvu80ZrujwC2Ijxa02ZB_9s4jKkd1ABpF7zFekkaBK7PamnYWFOlotTRtH5MuH9C/s320/IMG_0655.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5359560834140791986" /></a><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg2s_2i08yGAvWBI7mcY8Qv5YhtyC7Mbak68GdYEJ9aiUrq7kZK8dhquMVU6ga1nEOvMnY8xlVdzCdVh_pE8bzy6CCjSVQctPSUxRAB-JBn1O288CZiTmw8yH2Q6vXFD-bbZ9NaEZHArbcO/s1600-h/4270_180044110429_741735429_7180107_7420674_n.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg2s_2i08yGAvWBI7mcY8Qv5YhtyC7Mbak68GdYEJ9aiUrq7kZK8dhquMVU6ga1nEOvMnY8xlVdzCdVh_pE8bzy6CCjSVQctPSUxRAB-JBn1O288CZiTmw8yH2Q6vXFD-bbZ9NaEZHArbcO/s320/4270_180044110429_741735429_7180107_7420674_n.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5359562323393499314" /></a><br /><br />A combination of my living in San Diego and my love for the Beach Boys made surfing inevitable for me. There's nothing quite like riding a wave back to the beach and then paddling myself to exhaustion trying to get back out to the breaks. If this surf addiction keeps up, I could very well start talking like this guy by the end of the summer... <br /><object width="445" height="364"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/hJdF8DJ70Dc&hl=en&fs=1&border=1"></param><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"></param><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"></param><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/hJdF8DJ70Dc&hl=en&fs=1&border=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="445" height="364"></embed></object><br /><script src="http://www.google-analytics.com/urchin.js" type="text/javascript"><br /></script><br /><script type="text/javascript"><br />_uacct = "UA-4310634-1";<br />urchinTracker();<br /></script>Kylehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01587081788148564496noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8517982402252896065.post-38842153368361023742009-03-18T13:21:00.000-07:002009-03-20T11:48:42.027-07:00"If you feelin' like a pimp, go and brush your shoulders off" - Jay ZTearing your ACL, MCL and Meniscus has its perks. Today marks one month since I had surgery to repair my knee. <a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhmYHxupV06AY0kiidMbZohVQ8zc2mVs7O_Y7XJPPD0u3hFOYixSmBMCEGcEzHaDB4pBz9Wprm4cm4lQTz51nH5MRV_SvKa7Xq_TsoctM_pK6cniT_vGcjKC5qf5r5_vs2HIh9LMs3dDDXk/s1600-h/surgery.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 239px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhmYHxupV06AY0kiidMbZohVQ8zc2mVs7O_Y7XJPPD0u3hFOYixSmBMCEGcEzHaDB4pBz9Wprm4cm4lQTz51nH5MRV_SvKa7Xq_TsoctM_pK6cniT_vGcjKC5qf5r5_vs2HIh9LMs3dDDXk/s320/surgery.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5314636660322652482" /></a><br /><br /> My mobility was extremely limited after the surgery- I couldn’t really get out of bed for a few days. It was rough to say the least. Once I could get out of bed, I could only get around with crutches. Navigating our tiny apartment was tough on two good legs, but now I had to make it through our tiny living room on crutches. I imagine it was just as tough as successfully making it through “Assault” on American Gladiators. (I’ve posted a link for those of you who are in the dark on the AG reference… http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=4v9cUQF-i5k ) <br /><br /> I started going without the crutches, but still had some difficulty getting around. Then it hit me- a cane. Not only would it help me get around with relative ease, I would look awesome doing it! I’m happy to report that with my new acquisition, I have joined the elite group of Pimps Who Use Canes. You might recognize some of our members… <br /><br /><br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgW7JdoVQhPoV_hjUdg9eP2zdBc8obZKF2gWLqSZCziFet0iXNwUAn7GU2diPJdgyExf3Qn9Hjz187y5lspWDMTqtwkzfnnUb9nohT-PDeX4JU_iXsi_iWnrvd-Pam1r64xbAUXqR4O1d7W/s1600-h/Snoop.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 183px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgW7JdoVQhPoV_hjUdg9eP2zdBc8obZKF2gWLqSZCziFet0iXNwUAn7GU2diPJdgyExf3Qn9Hjz187y5lspWDMTqtwkzfnnUb9nohT-PDeX4JU_iXsi_iWnrvd-Pam1r64xbAUXqR4O1d7W/s320/Snoop.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5314637301609490610" /></a><br />Snoop Dogg <br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgYLLgKK_rnMXDqk1sNWCB6vhcdXJQWGql5K7Cv2-Bew2V4Ind6j7JD0q0Fld69vwt2nJkkNit6V-U32aC8-UJYa6-9yvlf5lK9XkgcR-Dh5p9tLX8xvyWXJk47aNh-cDo2QwJv_KqnHC9C/s1600-h/GBH.bmp"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 224px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgYLLgKK_rnMXDqk1sNWCB6vhcdXJQWGql5K7Cv2-Bew2V4Ind6j7JD0q0Fld69vwt2nJkkNit6V-U32aC8-UJYa6-9yvlf5lK9XkgcR-Dh5p9tLX8xvyWXJk47aNh-cDo2QwJv_KqnHC9C/s320/GBH.bmp" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5314637568702341714" /></a><br />Gordon B. Hinckley<br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh07KBmkEBLpNB6wUxODw8qGQh6Pg03j296YblDPxDcEVHJoZwN9xxZSLb-991kKtVQsOfMBfpMQZhTlftHtPVp387aFIsc3mImlmSRoKF_h2cqU84DxsvQKFMMn6Kjbpp2D03SgiyrD84A/s1600-h/House_stick.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 235px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh07KBmkEBLpNB6wUxODw8qGQh6Pg03j296YblDPxDcEVHJoZwN9xxZSLb-991kKtVQsOfMBfpMQZhTlftHtPVp387aFIsc3mImlmSRoKF_h2cqU84DxsvQKFMMn6Kjbpp2D03SgiyrD84A/s320/House_stick.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5314637876516047074" /></a><br />House<br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiXbeEyca4ztppQbUT52IQNGlKLK99td_EZqXLyrGp3e0zcmSRjx6OkY0vQcKAD6KYz7LtqvmFeNWpwJQ6zki3XAX9aH8-qbr3qWnAbdz0wLlXlq3aKqyhenv-N8TiTzTu0u029xSUGq3kQ/s1600-h/palpatine4.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 270px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiXbeEyca4ztppQbUT52IQNGlKLK99td_EZqXLyrGp3e0zcmSRjx6OkY0vQcKAD6KYz7LtqvmFeNWpwJQ6zki3XAX9aH8-qbr3qWnAbdz0wLlXlq3aKqyhenv-N8TiTzTu0u029xSUGq3kQ/s320/palpatine4.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5314638125475564130" /></a><br />The Emperor<br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjzS1B7szRN3q5YYh4poYcRJfFMp4OKEoLXtB2Qyme7EHS7iMKCii5udDesG3en8rKivL3BRD_fsvXsid4xN2lk4kECR6v-OsOE81x01xGFfLyxjuCJzB6YIAHeroGyU5nyCe7TAUGR_p24/s1600-h/Yoda.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 227px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjzS1B7szRN3q5YYh4poYcRJfFMp4OKEoLXtB2Qyme7EHS7iMKCii5udDesG3en8rKivL3BRD_fsvXsid4xN2lk4kECR6v-OsOE81x01xGFfLyxjuCJzB6YIAHeroGyU5nyCe7TAUGR_p24/s320/Yoda.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5314638373627582002" /></a><br />Yoda <br /><br />I'm in good company.<br /><script src="http://www.google-analytics.com/urchin.js" type="text/javascript"><br /></script><br /><script type="text/javascript"><br />_uacct = "UA-4310634-1";<br />urchinTracker();<br /></script>Kylehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01587081788148564496noreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8517982402252896065.post-58089593784339720942009-02-03T03:05:00.000-08:002009-02-03T03:46:37.032-08:00Injury Report<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiHFetSOxs4PeJl5ZJx0goqMUQBpA7Fzs7tBkZklm04Eb2IiL4cBNeuiteddx5xjtdT-M2zgnvLwH6BjrbAyrMA8HDlCB2ClSR3e918_6wsHLPPod5ugKhShLjsOXhyphenhyphen2RcMAoAOb8TzgMvI/s1600-h/mcl.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 235px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiHFetSOxs4PeJl5ZJx0goqMUQBpA7Fzs7tBkZklm04Eb2IiL4cBNeuiteddx5xjtdT-M2zgnvLwH6BjrbAyrMA8HDlCB2ClSR3e918_6wsHLPPod5ugKhShLjsOXhyphenhyphen2RcMAoAOb8TzgMvI/s320/mcl.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5298536174003579874" /></a><br />In the last 6 months I've had 3 moderate to serious injuries. The first came in September- after getting on a longboard twice, I decided it would be a good idea to go at night. Third time's a charm, right? Well, approximately 28 seconds after getting on the board, I was lying in some grass with a busted hip and a busted pair of glasses. It took a few days until I could stand up on my own. The coolest part is, you can still see the bruise.<br /><br />The night I flew home to Portland for Christmas, I suffered a high ankle sprain when I slipped on an icy driveway. It hurt like the dickens for about a month.<br /><br />Then, on Friday night I had an intramural basketball game. I was especially stoked for this game, because I had just purchased some sweet new basketball shoes, and was excited to break them in. And break them in I did... 5 minutes into the game we're up 12 to 5, I have 1 block, 2 rebounds, 2 assists and 2 points- a triple double of sorts. After a great defensive stand, We take the ball back up the court. The point guard passes me the rock and screens my man, so, naturally, I make a move to the left and take it to the house. As I'm soaring through the air on my way to another bucket, some chump in a yellow shirt fouls me, effectively ending my shot's chance at dropping through the basket. When I came down, I landed on my left leg. At this point, my knee buckles out and bends to the side and I hear a loud CRUNCH! It was probably the worst pain I can ever remember having. After about 10 minutes, a crack squad of savvy EMTs showed up on the scene to come to the rescue. It turns out they don't have any drugs, bandages, or crutches for me. So they buckle me into a chair with wheels and load me in the back of my car. <br /><br />My friend and mission buddy, Adam Heath, was kind enough to leave the game and drive me to the ER. The doctor looked at my knee for about 3 minutes and told me that I probably didn't tear anything, but that if it's still swollen after a week or so, I should get it checked out and have an MRI. The highlight of the trip was getting a Loritab prescription. I have been flying high for the last 3 days! Now I understand why Brett Favre and Matthew Perry were so crazy about these little pills! When I take them, I have really weird dreams- but that's a whole other blog post in and of itself... So now I have to wait and see what happens with the knee. A friend of mine who is a real whiz with human bodies says that it's probably my MCL. I'm just hoping I sprained it. We'll see though...<br /><br />The worst part of the whole ordeal was the fact that they wouldn't let me shoot my free throws. Ridiculous.<br /><br /> <br /><script src="http://www.google-analytics.com/urchin.js" type="text/javascript"><br /></script><br /><script type="text/javascript"><br />_uacct = "UA-4310634-1";<br />urchinTracker();<br /></script>Kylehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01587081788148564496noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8517982402252896065.post-72043345004817955232008-12-30T01:10:00.000-08:002008-12-30T01:11:10.102-08:00Groban.<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhXOc-HyEKIxebDAasoEyiqqJpmTnZsiylMmZGoNhMxPy2hbl9YJPCKZZXozTbuh4BMGKWQbaX3SUH3NpGbSpsSCfL1JniiNaO_zbptGXkjTyuZNechr_3JiiJ6jkudx55hyTap88t_o8mq/s1600-h/JoshGroban.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 257px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhXOc-HyEKIxebDAasoEyiqqJpmTnZsiylMmZGoNhMxPy2hbl9YJPCKZZXozTbuh4BMGKWQbaX3SUH3NpGbSpsSCfL1JniiNaO_zbptGXkjTyuZNechr_3JiiJ6jkudx55hyTap88t_o8mq/s320/JoshGroban.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5285508087105898994" /></a><br />Am I the only guy on the planet who doesn't like this guy's music?<br /><script src="http://www.google-analytics.com/urchin.js" type="text/javascript"><br /></script><br /><script type="text/javascript"><br />_uacct = "UA-4310634-1";<br />urchinTracker();<br /></script>Kylehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01587081788148564496noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8517982402252896065.post-87231332262124636622008-10-09T21:35:00.000-07:002008-10-09T21:37:00.011-07:00Shh!I don't think anything makes my blood boil like getting shushed. Your thoughts?<br /><br /><script src="http://www.google-analytics.com/urchin.js" type="text/javascript"><br /></script><br /><script type="text/javascript"><br />_uacct = "UA-4310634-1";<br />urchinTracker();<br /></script>Kylehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01587081788148564496noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8517982402252896065.post-49730512061204461942008-08-04T21:07:00.001-07:002008-08-04T21:52:34.294-07:00Enclave Frisbee Invitational 2008Ever wonder what happens when you put 5 guys, a lighted frisbee and a 10th floor balcony together at 1:00 AM? <br /><br />The Format- <br />3 rounds. <br />1 throw per round. <br />The longest throw wins. <br /><br />Now let's introduce the athletes... <br /><br />Mike "Big Love" Hunter <br /><A href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgkrJ8j6Gtx9lHTLZaO4_umpLSsQ5htydIg7DKM43a-ZfFsCLcrabqQ0TdqqJsB-ccgOEL8pM31IbYbMwiIj8MFwjmjFgUgal0FE4uXnrDjYBny0yydt1yDPOuw8sVUb1Xbq8IuLECQWrZO/s1600-h/Mikey.JPG"><IMG id=BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5230881912037654450 style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgkrJ8j6Gtx9lHTLZaO4_umpLSsQ5htydIg7DKM43a-ZfFsCLcrabqQ0TdqqJsB-ccgOEL8pM31IbYbMwiIj8MFwjmjFgUgal0FE4uXnrDjYBny0yydt1yDPOuw8sVUb1Xbq8IuLECQWrZO/s320/Mikey.JPG" border=0></A> <br /><br />Mike hails from Woods Cross and loves Asian girls. <br /><br />Spencer Leland McKay <br /><A href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjFq3tv1UZg9rFEP9LO9Wj3ZAZZ-UUgFSljvz05IHCIOrmKBzzJUqrxp8Omaeh9CwNcpwI-jnAVpR73T6OMYJaH_jHurnODmBRe0dhlXzo3QuNyLlfawHKWgymdbKVPfl4svqZ-uMHpD-b-/s1600-h/Spence.JPG"><IMG id=BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5230883118583037954 style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjFq3tv1UZg9rFEP9LO9Wj3ZAZZ-UUgFSljvz05IHCIOrmKBzzJUqrxp8Omaeh9CwNcpwI-jnAVpR73T6OMYJaH_jHurnODmBRe0dhlXzo3QuNyLlfawHKWgymdbKVPfl4svqZ-uMHpD-b-/s320/Spence.JPG" border=0></A> <br /><br />Spencer is from Payson. Spencer is currently writing a book, and making up his own language. <br /><br />Paul Diehl <br /><A href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjnQGWnIBiN0seO0O-vQSiifwV1o1UG5mWacmM_tZfrC0NkS4yfO4CyyRg1nugziQNlRwAk6B80c6DOQ4ope79L7W-blwUhk5KKSqGGpRsoCxTLO13-vzh4pmvTZo4UmRTrz0abHrLx079D/s1600-h/Jew+Paul.JPG"><IMG id=BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5230883845165780578 style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjnQGWnIBiN0seO0O-vQSiifwV1o1UG5mWacmM_tZfrC0NkS4yfO4CyyRg1nugziQNlRwAk6B80c6DOQ4ope79L7W-blwUhk5KKSqGGpRsoCxTLO13-vzh4pmvTZo4UmRTrz0abHrLx079D/s320/Jew+Paul.JPG" border=0></A> <br /><br />Paul is from the greater Seattle area. He also loves to eat my food... Seriously, your oreos and wheat thins are not safe around this guy. <br /><br />Cody "Assistant to the Regional Manager" Fehlberg <br /><A href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEguDNtRHcX3DdnAKHCvD_KeD93gZow4oDe8P6IxqIr8ahrqrjJnfiwpbhwY9qs6olrUXXxq0bOc6c-CC0sHHZ17_H7nRCZQ0CtRzFIX4T_gLMO0qscDAXUvqMFfrLwAlEZlphdYHOM5xgiD/s1600-h/Cody+Laugh.JPG"><IMG id=BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5230884675131889826 style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEguDNtRHcX3DdnAKHCvD_KeD93gZow4oDe8P6IxqIr8ahrqrjJnfiwpbhwY9qs6olrUXXxq0bOc6c-CC0sHHZ17_H7nRCZQ0CtRzFIX4T_gLMO0qscDAXUvqMFfrLwAlEZlphdYHOM5xgiD/s320/Cody+Laugh.JPG" border=0></A> <br /><br />Cody, of Orem, is best known for choking during the finals of every wrestling tournament his senior year. He's really good at getting 2nd place. side note- I had to use this picture of him laughing, because he's making an obscene gesture in the other one... <br /><br />Yours truly <br /><A href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjAiw_JIfk6jer1h2TBHwaLYk6phDO1C6wE9Ii4_ouWpEsDypfxDOZ29ceEzAnW17BSy32R-paBZ-E-5QzGiQmTwIG2BUAsWgc4K6KYk4EXOpDHFYkq20c_BVtK_6mUSDMA5ierZn55Qn3Q/s1600-h/Kyle+is+hard.JPG"><IMG id=BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5230886916776326882 style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjAiw_JIfk6jer1h2TBHwaLYk6phDO1C6wE9Ii4_ouWpEsDypfxDOZ29ceEzAnW17BSy32R-paBZ-E-5QzGiQmTwIG2BUAsWgc4K6KYk4EXOpDHFYkq20c_BVtK_6mUSDMA5ierZn55Qn3Q/s320/Kyle+is+hard.JPG" border=0></A> <br /><br />If this contest was based solely on rugged good looks, I would finish in at least the top 5. <br /><br />Round 1 - Cody came out strong and put out his best toss of the evening. Paul and the rest had a pretty mediocre showing. <br /><br />Round 2 - Kyle blows everyone away with his beautiful form, but an unfortunate gust of wind blows his frisbee left and he assumes the 2nd place position. Spencer has a nice toss that is good enough for 3rd place. Paul continues to suck. <br /><br />Round 3 - Everyone has a meltdown. This is easily the worst round for all the contestants. <br /><br />Results - <br />1- Cody <br />2- Kyle <br />3- Spencer <br />4- Mike <br />5- Paul <br /><br />The funny thing is, Paul talked the most trash going into this. <br /><br />Highlight of the evening- me scaring Mike as he got off the elevator<br /><SCRIPT src="http://www.google-analytics.com/urchin.js" type=text/javascript><br /></SCRIPT><br /><br /><SCRIPT type=text/javascript><br />_uacct = "UA-4310634-1";<br />urchinTracker();<br /></SCRIPT><br /><br /><OBJECT class=BLOG_video_class id=BLOG_video-aa568c73a890f3d8 height=266 width=320 contentId="aa568c73a890f3d8"></OBJECT>Kylehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01587081788148564496noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8517982402252896065.post-33434863847330581402008-07-31T23:41:00.000-07:002008-08-03T00:24:50.980-07:00The War on the Shore<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjuiHw4wR6o1bAD6QvI3JUrUwNihmDJHkDASNtW16HJW76iY7wLqtv-C_uXcVkFoXgQgfFzOhuUokzKn1HntVxndrRZGwlpMRg6E5J317KrGhH-1HmuVL-HSmLSRq5t1Nn6zz18FGEN4MwB/s1600-h/Sikamema+014.jpg"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjuiHw4wR6o1bAD6QvI3JUrUwNihmDJHkDASNtW16HJW76iY7wLqtv-C_uXcVkFoXgQgfFzOhuUokzKn1HntVxndrRZGwlpMRg6E5J317KrGhH-1HmuVL-HSmLSRq5t1Nn6zz18FGEN4MwB/s320/Sikamema+014.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5230188969320761506" /></a><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEizDHu5iIcSjVfEgkUPI5JhYZmRfdJefNMPNiZ1jBGDJOLl2eoIGq4D2bRZY-kCH4AglsLdhbA6xyrwnWbLPHVRahYxyHgx83VI-kPdl8zNrpBFd0L0ZcXRH-BCdd0V4oXdDZ6m38A3WmCg/s1600-h/Sikamema+012.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEizDHu5iIcSjVfEgkUPI5JhYZmRfdJefNMPNiZ1jBGDJOLl2eoIGq4D2bRZY-kCH4AglsLdhbA6xyrwnWbLPHVRahYxyHgx83VI-kPdl8zNrpBFd0L0ZcXRH-BCdd0V4oXdDZ6m38A3WmCg/s320/Sikamema+012.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5230188704953539250" /></a><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEga8JLi5razkwmOfjdDQIgzvGmb_hzwQqMuwZGhk6gY6U0zcJTIzTYdEdK7xzO8m41yj6qc4EmFC-aLVd4VRuQCRViT3uRS7Noc0p6O7l6LaZrABEBnp-bzPn_7qEwkdfc_iU26b11Zg2xB/s1600-h/Sikamema+015.jpg"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEga8JLi5razkwmOfjdDQIgzvGmb_hzwQqMuwZGhk6gY6U0zcJTIzTYdEdK7xzO8m41yj6qc4EmFC-aLVd4VRuQCRViT3uRS7Noc0p6O7l6LaZrABEBnp-bzPn_7qEwkdfc_iU26b11Zg2xB/s320/Sikamema+015.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5230188510750012834" /></a><br />A couple weeks ago we took a nice trip up to Atlantic City to watch Vai Sikahema fight Jose Canseco. For those of you who haven't been to Atlantic City, it's a lot like Las Vegas, only dirtier with more pigeons/ Italians. The properties in Monopoly are all taken from the names of streets in Atlantic City. The ironic thing is, you can't find free parking anywhere! Marc finally arrived on a greyhound bus from NYC and we headed off to meet our good friend and Philadelphia Eagle, Reno Mahe. We met up at a beach house on the Atlantic City shore, ate some delicious ribs, walked around the beach and then eventually headed off to the stadium for the fight. <br /><br />The exhibition fights were entertaining. Some were legitimate boxers, while others looked like fights that Kimball and I used to have when we were younger-- lots of eye gouging, low blows and head butting... Before the main event there was a fire juggler guy and a bunch of large Polynesian guys who did the haka in the ring. It was sweet. The actual fight was great. The crowd was wild. The fight was over after about 1:30 in the first round. Vai beat Jose like Jack Bauer beats down terrorists. (Side note- after the fight, Vai disarmed a canister of nerve gas that was hidden in the arena by a member of the Canseco entourage.)<br /><br />After the fight we headed off to a couple of after-parties with Vai, Reno and a slew of other former and current NFLers. I also had crab for the first and last time in my life.<br /><br />All in all, it was the best night of my life. Or at least the best night of the week. Plus I had some free crab.<br /><br /><br /><br /><script src="http://www.google-analytics.com/urchin.js" type="text/javascript"><br /></script><br /><script type="text/javascript"><br />_uacct = "UA-4310634-1";<br />urchinTracker();<br /></script>Kylehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01587081788148564496noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8517982402252896065.post-44822067214519055502008-06-30T18:17:00.000-07:002008-06-30T18:39:07.658-07:00Google Analytics and My Encounter With Michael Jackson<script src="http://www.google-analytics.com/urchin.js" type="text/javascript"><br /></script><br /><script type="text/javascript"><br />_uacct = "UA-4310634-1";<br />urchinTracker();<br /></script><br /><br />Not long ago I found out that you can actually track the number of hits your blog receives daily, as well as where the people who visit your blog are located. So I added the tracking code to my blog (this took me a good hour or so to figure out how to do) and sat back to watch the counter start putting up big numbers... It would be a daunting task for any one man to number and keep track of the vast legion of faithful readers who subscribe to this blog, but google analytics did it: 125 people from 4, count em, 4 countries! My guess is that at least 53 of those visits are from one devoted fan. Thanks Mom! <br /><br />In an effort to have the number of visits double in the next week, I have given this post a title that I hope will result in a larger number visitors from search engines. This is more an experiment than anything else. Check back later for more news.Kylehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01587081788148564496noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8517982402252896065.post-12285119870449838782008-06-23T19:44:00.000-07:002008-06-23T20:01:12.970-07:00Things I think are kinda white-trashy<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh47IRlgZvrTVaI2_ftLjxarwfoTCeqp6817AO7ofiCRekLsPuV_DetOPDtZyJLJ-6oYAKeiGBNOlHorb28PMFYNxOGG_oPcWX8GgbxYek3_nN5ZszqExTQx2zsHd6xQ1VCg6P9kSBdJQG1/s1600-h/pool.bmp"><img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh47IRlgZvrTVaI2_ftLjxarwfoTCeqp6817AO7ofiCRekLsPuV_DetOPDtZyJLJ-6oYAKeiGBNOlHorb28PMFYNxOGG_oPcWX8GgbxYek3_nN5ZszqExTQx2zsHd6xQ1VCg6P9kSBdJQG1/s320/pool.bmp" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5215276230381659554" /></a><br /><script src="http://www.google-analytics.com/urchin.js" type="text/javascript"><br /></script><br /><script type="text/javascript"><br />_uacct = "UA-4310634-1";<br />urchinTracker();<br /></script><br /><br /><br />1) Bumper stickers.<br />2) Mud flaps with cartoon characters on them.<br />3) Women who are good at pool.<br />4) Pocket knives with wooden handles.<br />5) North Plains, OR.<br />6) UNLV fans.<br />7) People who yell "Shut up!" at their pets.Kylehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01587081788148564496noreply@blogger.com8tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8517982402252896065.post-17142818880920994192008-06-10T18:21:00.000-07:002008-06-10T18:39:06.169-07:00Why I love my jobAs you probably know, I am living in the Washington DC area selling animated scripture stories door to door. Door to door salesmen are one of the most despised salesmen that exist. Only telemarketers and those guys in the T-Mobile booth who stop you in the mall are more annoying. Needless to say, my job is not one for the faint of heart or those who are easily discouraged. So far this summer I have done pretty well for myself. It seems that sales is mostly about making the people feel comfortable. You make them laugh, tell some good stories, and then go in for the kill! Last Friday I had a rather tough sale with a certain Mrs. Anderson. She came to the door and immediately let me know that she most did not want any of what I was selling. She informed me that she had already seen the presentation and didn't like the way we did things... 1 hour later we were still on the doorstep, only she was sitting down on the doorstep surrounded by DVDs and potential bonuses that she would get if she ordered. I was riding the gravy train to yet another sale when all of a sudden, a potential disaster loomed on the horizon. Her husband came home. Now normally this is either good or awful- the husband comes home to find a salesman in his home, with his wife, who is about to spend a substantial chunk of his money. Thanks to some quick thinking by me, and an episode of Family Guy (which I can't find a link for) I used the following line as he came up the walk towards me: "Well hello brother Anderson. I was just about sell you some handsome cream, but I can see you've already bought out the store!" 10 minutes later I walked off that front porch having sold about 4 sets of scripture cartoons to a nice unsuspecting family. I love this job.Kylehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01587081788148564496noreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8517982402252896065.post-10151735104287301232008-05-25T00:02:00.000-07:002008-05-25T00:14:47.849-07:00Biggest Blockbuster Disappointment Ever!I should have known. When I first heard that they were making a new Indiana Jones movie, I should have known that it would never measure up to the originals. But somehow I hoped that maybe this time George Lucas would hit a grand slam after loading the bases with the first three films. We got tickets for the 10:30 showing and headed into downtown Silver Spring for some fine adventure cinema. The verdict: this movie sucked. I started dozing off after about 20-25 minutes. at the 40 minute mark I gave in and laid down on the open seats next to me. Luckily this theater is fairly new and you can put the arm rests up... I don't want to spoil the movie for anyone-- and really, I can't, on account of how I slept through until the credits-- but maybe by reading this "review" your expectations will be lowered and you'll have a better experience than I did. All in all I give the movie a C+ (that's generous, mind you). However, I give the nap I took an A-. I was exhausted from a long week of making ridiculous money... Highlights from the evening come mostly from our trip to the International House of Pancakes after the nap that I paid $10.25 to take. Several times during the movie/napping I remember having the thought, "freak, turn it down!" If you're considering seeing this movie, I would recommend you stay in and maybe pop in an episode of Lost or two... or seven.Kylehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01587081788148564496noreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8517982402252896065.post-81334263177590871162008-05-21T20:23:00.001-07:002008-05-21T20:38:59.340-07:00Dropping in on honest Abe<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjZtmmejYVhZWS0f-XxCYt3Mi5n7gXxnOxBe-65kXbY_dG_j9M2zbM5lRhKDw46cUnLK9LpP6y9TUYM6_HwwopJ7YPzY6nL1nXs2urTWqmxIILy9SqEcL00mFZNV8BynmcHIKmHX6EElwUr/s1600-h/DC+017.jpg"><img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjZtmmejYVhZWS0f-XxCYt3Mi5n7gXxnOxBe-65kXbY_dG_j9M2zbM5lRhKDw46cUnLK9LpP6y9TUYM6_HwwopJ7YPzY6nL1nXs2urTWqmxIILy9SqEcL00mFZNV8BynmcHIKmHX6EElwUr/s320/DC+017.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5203041627196455170" /></a><br />So guess what? My car got towed AGAIN! I couldn't believe it. In the end I got it back for free and everything was ok, but man... I really dislike those tow truck folk and their ridiculous policies. <br /><br />Today we drove downtown to DC and went to a few of the sights. We walked by the Washington monument (which is bigger than you might think), the WWII monument and stopped by the Lincoln Memorial. I was really impressed with the Lincoln Memorial. On Lincoln's right the Gettysburg address is carved in the wall. To his left is his inaugural speech from his second term. I was really impressed with the inaugural speech-- it quotes the Bible several times and makes several references to God. Standing in the memorial I had a few minutes to think about the speech and about how lucky we are to live in this free country. It was great to have those patriotic feelings stirred up again. I can't wait for the fourth of July! What better place could you be in for the celebration of our freedom than the capitol? America rocks. We really do live in the greatest country in the world.Kylehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01587081788148564496noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8517982402252896065.post-43434575744109691342008-05-20T19:48:00.000-07:002008-05-20T20:30:58.738-07:00Tow Truck Drivers = Servants of SatanTow truck drivers could be the 5th most horrible people in the history of the world behind Stalin, Bin Laden, Percy from the Green Mile and Johnny from the Cobra Kai dojo... So today I woke up and promptly told Cody about the weird dream I had where I was in a strange, yet luxurious bathroom. All of a sudden a girl I once took out and her brothers and sisters (I don't even know if she has any in reality) came in and started asking me what kind of shampoo I use. In the dream it made total sense and was not strange at all, it's only when I write that down that I realize how strange that sounds. But I digress... So I had a good shower, shaved, got dressed and was all set to go visit the Elwell family and see if they had any referrals they could pass on to me. I walked out to the parking lot only to find that my car was gone. At this point I figured that one of 3 things had happened: 1) I had been towed. 2) My car was stolen. Or 3) One of my prankster roommates was having some fun at my expense... It turns out the car was towed because my car doesn't have license plates on it and the trip permit is expired. $130 dollars later I got my car back from Henry's towing. This was the second time in as many months that my car has been towed. The first time I was towed I was so mad that I went to the bank and got $121.00 in quarters, nickels and dimes to pay the fee. At the last minute I wussed out and just paid with a credit card. I briefly considered paying in change this time, but decided against it. But hey, on the bright side, we're going to start working out tomorrow morning- I've got to get in shape before the cruise in November. <br /><br />Also, FYI, I use Pantene Pro-V ... I use Titleist Pro-V1 golf balls, too. Weird.Kylehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01587081788148564496noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8517982402252896065.post-16627209588360421902008-05-13T19:05:00.001-07:002008-05-13T19:09:07.387-07:00See the USA in a Chevrolet... Or Honda... Whatever.<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiA6FgGPcJVyEMSF6fFLMgUBFkebkzqX5G4AoHxMM8sbyjQeVynPBF606ab0eMU7QP0Umyp49-ehQsUFvkCwkFmzIOHVTc15acGU3tWe3BQMYFX8Asy_NYJk6kdPDmcRRH8u37wjcyPlqst/s1600-h/Church+Sleepin+004.jpg"><img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiA6FgGPcJVyEMSF6fFLMgUBFkebkzqX5G4AoHxMM8sbyjQeVynPBF606ab0eMU7QP0Umyp49-ehQsUFvkCwkFmzIOHVTc15acGU3tWe3BQMYFX8Asy_NYJk6kdPDmcRRH8u37wjcyPlqst/s320/Church+Sleepin+004.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5200049470722460066" /></a><br />After two and a half days, 2,065 miles, and about 60 gallons of gas, I made it! We set off from Ogden after a few days of training and hit the open road. Driving across the country let me see states that I had absolutely zero desire to see. Let's review the drive state by state...<br /><br /><br />Utah-- (Thursday 4:00 pm)<br /><br />We left Ogden and made our way up I-80 to our friendly neighbor to the east, Wyoming.<br /><br />Highlights- 1) Henefer.<br /><br />Wyoming-- (Thursday night)<br /><br />Highlights- 1) Getting 40 mpg until Evanston 2) Stopping in Laramie to get gas, and seeing a guy in his 60's selling switchblades, butterfly knives and brass knuckles in the gas station. 3) Sleeping in the Cheyenne Motel- this place was so disgusting that I slept on top of the blankets until about 4 AM when I woke up freezing and got under the top blanket. 4) Successfully leaving the state WITHOUT contracting some sort of disease.<br /><br />In Wyoming I remembered a quote by Lavell Edwards, "I'd rather lose and live in Provo than win and live in Laramie." I agree...<br /><br /><br />Nebraska-- (Friday morning/early afternoon)<br /><br />Nebraska was a pleasant surprise. Once we passed through the western part of the state, the landscape went from brown to greenish brown. I liked Omaha. <br /><br />Highlights- 1) Kimberly the Assistant Manager KFC who laughed hysterically at everything we said. Kimberly also spoke Spanish surprisingly well.<br /><br /><br />Iowa-- (Friday evening)<br /><br />Iowa was everything you'd expect it to be- rolling hills, farms, and country folk.<br /><br />Highlights- 1) Getting out at the Kum and Go gas station in Boonesville and having it smell EXACTLY like Grandpa Salmon. 2) Briefly considering buying a Kum and Go gas station t-shirt, but ultimately deciding against it. 3)Getting a mediocre beef brisket at a BBQ place in Des Moines. 4) One of the guys in our little caravan getting lost, despite the fact that he had a GPS system in his car. 5) Cody getting upset about #4.<br /><br /><br />Illinois-- (Friday night/ Saturday morning)<br /><br />Well, after having slept in the Cheyenne roach motel, we were all a little hesitant to stay in another cheap hotel after our Wyoming experience. So we roll into Joliet, a Chicago suburb, at around 1:00 am central time, find the local church building, pull out our blankets and pillows, and curled up under the stars and the stake center's satellite dish for a good 5 hours' rest. We got up around 6 and headed out.<br /><br />Highlights- 1) Feeling safer sleeping on cement outside the church than I did in a motel room in Wyoming. 2) Delicious french toast sticks from BK. <br /><br /><br />Indiana-- (Saturday morning)<br /><br />So Indiana was SWEET! I would totally live there.<br /><br />Highlights- 1) The whole drive 2) Driving through South Bend, where Notre Dame is located.<br /><br /><br />Ohio-- (Saturday afternoon)<br /><br />I had been in Ohio only once before, on a church history trip. This time was almost as good. <br /><br />Highlights- 1) Driving by Bowling Green and reminiscing about my days studying abroad in St. Petersburg with the kids from Bowling Green. I wonder how they are doing...<br /><br /><br />Pennsylvania-- (Saturday afternoon)<br /><br />Pennsylvania was nice, it was good to see some green. I'm surprised at how lush it is in the suburbs of these big, metropolitan cities. <br /><br />Lowlights- 1) Paying $14.75 to the toll booth lady because I didn't get a ticket at a previous booth. This kinda left a bitter taste in my mouth... PA can secede from the union for all I care...<br /><br /><br />Maryland-- (Saturday afternoon)<br /><br />So we finally made it to Silver Spring at 5:55 pm, which was great because the office was closing at 6:00, and we had to get there to give them our deposit. phew!<br /><br />Highlights- 1) Remembering that people out here don't need to use their turn signals when changing lanes-- Yeah, apparently you just get over if you want to... It's wild. <br /><br />That's it for now. Check back for updates!Kylehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01587081788148564496noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8517982402252896065.post-69636049487210997332008-04-14T15:20:00.000-07:002008-04-14T15:30:16.976-07:00Re-taking classesYou what the best part of re-taking a class is? You don't have to write any papers, because you already did them last semester! YES! <br /><br />In other news, Things I'm excited for: <br />1) Finals to be done<br />2) The upcoming summer in our nation's capitol. (Mostly I'm excited for fun interactions with sassy african americans! Provo is a little lacking in that dept.)<br />3) This... Only the fall version<br /><a href="http://www.byucougars.com/uploads/movies/football/spring4_14_2008.wmv"></a>Kylehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01587081788148564496noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8517982402252896065.post-73715937960534927632008-03-18T22:04:00.001-07:002008-03-18T22:04:50.099-07:00March Madness! Selection Snubbing...An 8 seed!? Really???Kylehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01587081788148564496noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8517982402252896065.post-77737627280224861022007-12-19T21:46:00.001-08:002007-12-30T19:22:28.642-08:00You smell terrific!<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgTKm-mQLLOrJsfC3ahyphenhyphenyV7C1EHAHXgHKm3AkAC6A4i5Rnqyd2h59-wLPTX9mX_54IstS02K1LIiFhyphenhyphencLyy2uABIk4wYSdyiberCsOWKdxUemtP_NEFgGYHkWucNH388R57AXomG0yoaMud/s1600-h/rushhour3.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5145938759719364098" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgTKm-mQLLOrJsfC3ahyphenhyphenyV7C1EHAHXgHKm3AkAC6A4i5Rnqyd2h59-wLPTX9mX_54IstS02K1LIiFhyphenhyphencLyy2uABIk4wYSdyiberCsOWKdxUemtP_NEFgGYHkWucNH388R57AXomG0yoaMud/s320/rushhour3.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div>I had a funny thing happen to me today. As a result of a couple changes in my social life, I have had a lot of free time on my hands. I have even more since my roommate Cody is in NYC visiting our siblings and common niece. Now that finals are over I am having trouble filling the gaps in my schedule-- and now I can't just go <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">tracting</span> or street contacting like I could in St. <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1">Petersburg</span>. So I decided to go hop in the car and see where my little civic would take me. Eventually I ended up at Ernie's Deli over by Cafe Rio. I walked in and ordered my usual "Slider" (The slider is a <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2">delectable</span> little number with chicken, marinara sauce and mozzarella cheese.) There was about 10 minutes left in the 4<span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3">th</span> quarter of the Boston Celtics game against the Detroit Pistons on the <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4">tv</span>. Soon I was the only person there after a couple on a date left me sitting at my table watching the big screen. As I was finishing my sandwich another couple walked in: a grungy, Portland-looking guy in a beanie with his toothpick-skinny <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5">Asian</span> girlfriend. I didn't really pay much attention to them at first, because Ray Allen had just hit a huge 3 pointer to bring the Celtics closer to the Pistons. Then I noticed it. It was subtle at first, a pleasant odor. Something or someone smelled great! Then my sniffer located the source: that granola guy had some excellent cologne on. </div><br /><div>Now let me say at this point in the story that I am not much of a cologne guy. I would wear it when I was out on a date, and mostly because Sara Rae was a big fan of it. And I do like to please the ladies ;) </div><br /><div>Anyway, I was really smitten with this guy's smell, so when Chow Li got up to go get her sandwich I seized the opportunity and walked over to his table. I then rather sheepishly asked him if he was wearing cologne, and if he was, where did he get it- that I might procure a little bottle myself. He shook his head and told me that he was in fact not wearing cologne, but that he was wearing deodorant and maybe that's what I smelled. I was obviously disappointed by this answer. About this time Chow Li returned, sandwich in hand, and asked what we were talking about. He relayed my question about the great smell to her. She got really excited and explained that I was smelling her perfume. At this point something clicked in my brain and I realized that I had indeed been smelling perfume and not cologne. The odd thing is that I think a man or woman could sport this fragrance and it would be <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6">ok</span>. Nonetheless I was extremely <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7">embarrassed</span>. So I walked back to my table just in time to see Chauncey <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8">Billups</span> hit a free throw with 0.1 seconds left on the clock to seal the win for the Pistons. After that I walked out of there and drove 100 yards to Movies 8 where I watched Rush Hour 3. That movie has tons of <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9">Asians.</span></div>Kylehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01587081788148564496noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8517982402252896065.post-21369286548089075712007-08-28T20:29:00.000-07:002007-12-19T21:45:36.714-08:00BYU kidsSo on Monday of this week I left work at around 9:45 am with my co-worker Brian to go wait in line for the all-sports pass. (More so for the football tickets than the pass itself, but that is neither here nor there...) The line wrapped around the outside of the Marriott Center and moved at the blazing pace of about 6 inches/minute. Given the long amount of time spent in this line, you get a good chance to eavesdrop on some conversations.<br />I never cease to be amazed by the obsession of all BYU students with dating and marriage. The vast majority of conversations had some reference to dating or breaking up or getting engaged or married. I can't remember people in Portland being so caught up in this craze-- do you think it's bad that I call the search for a spouse a "craze"?-- also, while I'm on a quick tangent- when I wrote the word "obsession" earlier I remembered that old cologne called Obsession. I think Kimball splashed that crap on about everyday or so once he hit his sophomore year and switched his wardrobe from purple/green sweat pants to jeans and button up shirts.-- Anyway, maybe I'm just crazy, and maybe this is the worst blog entry ever. Penny for your thoughts? Kimball, I'm expecting a certain comment from you. Don't disappoint me.Kylehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01587081788148564496noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8517982402252896065.post-83224125528131910212007-08-16T16:57:00.000-07:002007-08-16T17:01:34.770-07:00IntroWell, I've taken the plunge into the blogging world, and let me tell you- it feels great! After much deliberation, I chose the "rounders 3" template, mostly because the other ones were just too fruity. I don't really have too much to say, or any other big news at the moment. -- OH! Here's some big news, I won 20 bucks from my boss today by beating him at halo. I don't think I've ever had a better job in my life. Ok, that's it for this week's episode of the 411. I'm going to need some tips on how to put pictures and youtube stuff on here. Kyle out.Kylehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01587081788148564496noreply@blogger.com0