Sweet, sweet summertime

In the past my summertime has consisted of early morning runs, lazy afternoons, movies, friends, late nights, frisbee, and lot's of unwinding before another long grueling school year. This summer however has not been what I am used to at all. This summer has consisted of 2 things, work and school. For the past 2 weeks however with school out, and another semester staring me right in the eyes I had to live it up while I could. I came to call it the shortest, long lived summer I have ever had in my life. Plenty was said and done, so here's my post to sweet summertime. A list of a few of the things I have enjoyed, and some pictures to go along with it.

1. Spending time with my family (First and foremost)

2. Since not being able to boat at Utah Lake, swimming at Utah Lake

3. Catching up with friends

4. Villiage in turning off their grills at 2 A.M.

5. So going to IHOP at 2 A.M.

6. Watching Brock consume chicken fingers at 2:30 A.M.

7. Hiking Mt. Olympus in the dark

8. Almost quitting because I thought the top of Mt. Olympus would never come

9. Peacing to the East, literally

10. Getting back to the car, and finding Brock sound asleep

11. Fishing on the Provo River

12. Almost drowning in the Provo river

13. Ultimate Frisbee!!!! (This could occupy a few number as I played
a few times, but i'll just mention it once.)

14. Having Baydon come to town

15. Meeting Brittany

16. Having a lazy summer afternoon

17. Taking a long nap

18. Heading off to California

19. Driving all day with Baydon again


20. Riding a horse named Cody in Woodland California

21. Watching the reaction as I surprised Marian by showing up on her doorstep.

22. Eating Lunch with Sister Wannberg

23. Going to the beach

24. Freezing to death in the Water

25. Playing Frisbee in the cold water

26. Eating pizza with Brother Forbush

27. Driving to Eureka for the 48th time

28. Enjoying a night at the Mikkelsens

29. Seeing Marco Kypta

30. Still laughing as we passes our 2,000 mile of the trip

31. Getting home at 3:30 A.M. and still having to clean up

32. A pool party

33. Listening to Trevor Searle laugh

34. Rounding things up with a spur the minute fire




I should mention also because I loved it so much, that although not in this two week time frame, part of my summer was definitely Bear Lake. All in all it was on heck of a summer, and I wouldn't trade it for anything.

Shotglasses

So it's been a while, and as I thought about all the things that have happened since I last posted, which I could potentially now post about they all seemed so important that I couldn't prioritize. I wanted to talk about how I became a great uncle 6 times in one day. And how proud it makes me to see their mom take such good care of them. I wanted to post about how cute my little nephew is, and about how much our relationship has improved especially as of late. How we play hide and seek, and how he drags me around the house for hours. I wanted to say a few words about how much I want to be a beach bum, again. I wanted to tell you about Bear Lake, and how all I worried about for an entire week was when I was hungry, thirsty, tired, and what the weather was like. I wanted to let you know about how much I am enjoying the summer, and I wanted to tell you 101 reasons why I love it so much. I wanted to talk sports of course, and discuss the Jazz and the Utah Football season coming up. I wanted to post about my best buddy coming home from his mission in Germany, and how happy I am he is home. About how much I missed him, and about how much I am going to miss sitting down every Sunday night and writing about how unimportant my week seemed when I thought about what he was doing. So since I can't decide what to write about I thought I would write about my shot glass collection instead.

If you were to walk in my room, and look a little below eye level you would see on my second shelf a plethora of little shot glasses. Tall ones, short ones, fat ones, round ones, square ones, even some that roll around even though they are sitting flat on the shelf. I am not even sure when I started collecting shot glasses. I don't remember the first time I bought one, and thought "hmmm it would be fun to collect these." I know it must have been before 8th grade because when I look I see a shot glass from the Winter Olympics, that took place in 2002. I have collected shot glasses from all over the world by now. I almost have one from every continent....well almost.

These shot glasses mean so much to me because when I look at them I see memories, I see trips, and inside jokes. I see my family, and time well spent. I see a shot glass from my trip to Disneyland before my senior year with the Brotherhood. And I am reminded of the people that I love, and people who love me. I see a shot glass from Sweden, and I am reminded of my trip to Sweden with my family. I am reminded of my Farmor and Farfar, and my heritage that means so much to me. I am reminded of the strength of my Dad holding an entire subway train on hold, waiting for my Farmor to get out. I see a shot glass from New York, and I think of my family trip to New York. I think of the Statue of Liberty, the Twin Towers, Times Square, Broadway, and the Yankees.

I see a shot glass that I bought the exact same night Harry Potter number 6 came out. This shot glass has a big lion on it, with a red and gold background that reads Gryffindor. I see a shot glass from Bear Lake, and I am reminded about all that I need in life. Fresh air, food, water, and family. How about a shot glass from North Carolina, maybe even 3 :), and I am reminded of Staci and Ryan. How much I miss them, but look forward to seeing them again. I see a few shot glasses from Hawaii and I wonder where I got them? Surely from people who love me enough to think about me even on their vacation. I am also reminded how much I would like to go there someday. How about my most recent addition. A shot glass from Germany, that reads Deutschland, that I got from that same kid I mentioned above. I am reminded that 2 years and 7 months was well worth the wait. The last I will mention here is a shot glass from Sweden. Different this time than the one I already mention still from Sweden though. This one is Easton's favorite because on the inside is a Mickey Mouse pin in a St. Louis Cardinals uniform, that he loves to pull out of the shot glass. He pulls it out every time we play our game of let's look at the shot glasses. I am reminded how fun it is to see him happy and smiling over something so simple. Also how much I look forward to seeing him even though I spend all this last week with him.
The moral of this story is I could go on and on, about these shot glasses. Ones from my mission, in California. Visits to Detroit, the airport in Atlanta, Chicago, Texas, Idaho, Colorado, on and on and on. Really though, it's much more than a piece of glass that I payed $3.99 for. It's a memory of something important to me that I can hang on too.

This is just in case you wanted to see my Great Nephews and Nieces. I am also happy to report everyone is doing just fine.