An update in pictures: signs of Spring?

Well, Spring finally came.

Grandpa gets to wrestle with the boys on the trampoline...

And the kids had a fun time hunting for eggs around the yard.

Mikey was the prop of choice when showing off Grandma's flowers.

But then....more snow came.

The snow left. And I am sometimes the bouncing pony/tiger.

And we have fun playing games on a Sunday afternoon.

Micah was a champ at this.

Mom easily defeated me. Where am I, you may ask? That blob in the lower right corner is my hair and body flying towards the ground. I'm just glad there was no doggie doo where I backflopped onto the grass.

Can't you just feel the intensity?

*cough*

*gasp*

*wheeze* (my trademark squeaking breathing sound that I make, typically when I'm swimming breaststroke)

How do Rick, Collette, Emily, and Megan DO this?!

Running is much, much harder than swimming. You never stop. There's no intervals. You just keep going, and going, and going...

At least that's the goal. I had to stop and walk a bit here and there. And I didn't pick a very smart route, won't be doing that again. I thought it'd be smart to make a route that had sugarhouse park at the end of the loop, so if I felt I couldn't do much more, just cut through the park, if I can do more, go around, etc. This route involves running along 13th. For a while. I don't like 13th at 7:30 in the morning. The crosswalks across the entrances to the freeway were almost impassible. By the time I got to the park, I felt spent.

According to the paths I took in the park, I ran about 4 miles. You guys do, like, 8 on a "short" day!!!

Technology Class

Today we're learning how to do the most simple tasks.
Then we started to learn how to do photoshop.
Needless to say, I lost focus... But I ran out of time to make it epic. Boo hoo.

Cute cartoon bears grin at me.
A baby floats in the clouds (is it dead?)
Flowers are plenty.
Little puppies play and frolic.
A man apparently named Scott grins at me.


Man, buying toilet paper is weird.

See? I knew what I was doing!

I was the fastest swimmer in the prelims for the 50 freestyle in Sectionals this past summer. When you're the fastest qualifier for finals, you get to pick out the song that is played before your race. I really couldn't decide which song, and ended up picking the muppet "phenomenon" or "mahnanana" song. A lot of people thought I was crazy, didn't know what I was doing.

Oh, but I knew.

Groundhog Day

I noticed that I haven't posted in a while, and here's why:

It wasn't Bill Murray or Star Trek characters who got stuck in a time loop. That's me. Only I'm getting older day-by-day.

I go to school. I swim. I take finals and swim in a big meet. Summer comes, I swim some more and swim in a big meet. I go to school. I swim. I take finals and swim in a big meet. Summer comes, I swim some more and swim in a big meet. I go to school. I swim. I take finals and swim in a big meet. Summer comes, I swim some more and swim in a big meet. I go to school. I swim. I take finals and swim in a big meet. Summer comes, I swim some more and swim in a big meet....... repeat, repeat, repeat, repeat some more.

How I came to this realization? I looked down and saw I'm still wearing my shoes I got in 8th grade, Doc Marten's with the green shoelaces.

So, why should I write down what's already been written? To see what I'm up to, simply look at some older posts. I guarantee I'm just the same now as I was then.

I can't wait to get out of this loop.