tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-69939222148623033372024-03-13T10:47:58.010-06:002KX DocumentariesEric Peteyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04028967898974684883noreply@blogger.comBlogger25125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6993922214862303337.post-42643250095035347742010-05-16T11:47:00.001-06:002010-05-20T11:51:37.617-06:00Man Weekend?<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">I'm calling it a mans weekend, but with every bit of heterosexuality I can muster. Gorging lots of red meat with Red Robin burgers followed by watching grown men in battle getting shot through the neck with arrows in Robin Hood the movie, and a Saturday of pure manly craftsmanship. Lots and lots of testosterone. Nothing but unmistakable rugged manhood.</span></span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">Shane, however, did cause me to question his strapping "manly-man" exterior during this little encounter we had at the theatre. After purchasing goodies and snacks at the theatre (note to self- NEVER do that again. No matter how retarded you look trying to sneak food in, its SO worth the dollars saved), we made our way back to the show. As we rounded the corner, I spied an outrageously beautiful blonde bombshell standing next to what appeared to be her stupid muscle-head of a boyfriend. The dialogue was as follows: </span></span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">Me- Holy crap!!</span></span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">Shane- What?</span></span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">Me- Did you see that?!?</span></span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">Shane- Oh, that? Yeah, they're heads are always weird shaped though.</span></span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">Me (Confused and taking another look)- Really? I don't see anything wrong at all...</span></span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">Shane- Dude, when they get that big, they're heads look disproportionate.</span></span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">Me (extremely confused)- Dude, are you really that picky? That girl is flawless!</span></span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">Shane- Wait, what?</span></span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">Me- (pointing out the girl)...</span></span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">Shane- Oh... (starts laughing)</span></span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">Me- Who where you talking about?</span></span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">Shane- That guy standing next to her. He's ripped!</span></span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">We had a good laugh about that one!</span></span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">The next day Shane and I built stuff with our bare hands. Real manly stuff I tell ya! His new apartment has no furniture, so we started work on a kitchen table and some chairs... Here's a sneak peak of the project.</span></span><br />
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_C-meqLr5DEY/S_V0MZxiuRI/AAAAAAAAAUQ/H1ycm9pqZDM/s1600/IMG00027.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><img border="0" height="300" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_C-meqLr5DEY/S_V0MZxiuRI/AAAAAAAAAUQ/H1ycm9pqZDM/s400/IMG00027.jpg" width="400" /></span></span></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">The work bench</span></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><br />
</span> </span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"> </span><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_C-meqLr5DEY/S_V0CchxYcI/AAAAAAAAAUI/vZemuH_NG1g/s1600/IMG00026.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><img border="0" height="300" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_C-meqLr5DEY/S_V0CchxYcI/AAAAAAAAAUI/vZemuH_NG1g/s400/IMG00026.jpg" width="400" /></span></span></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">Just got done cutting out the legs while Shane grinds out the main supports</span></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><br />
</span> </span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"> </span><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_C-meqLr5DEY/S_V0VmpaIeI/AAAAAAAAAUg/LKci8ENBNFU/s1600/imagejpeg_2.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><img border="0" height="300" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_C-meqLr5DEY/S_V0VmpaIeI/AAAAAAAAAUg/LKci8ENBNFU/s400/imagejpeg_2.jpg" width="400" /></span></span></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">A few hours later after sanding and routering </span></span></div>Eric Peteyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04028967898974684883noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6993922214862303337.post-40336754541399699062010-05-11T13:50:00.001-06:002010-05-11T13:50:00.061-06:00120 Days of Summer<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">Not unlike a New Years Resolution list, a "Summer To-Do List" must be made. My New Years list is almost always a fictional thing since I have never actually made one. Its usually something I just "think" about while sitting on the toilet (aka think tank), but the thought never makes it past the first wipe. I do, however, spend much more time on my summer list. Its much more entertaining to make, and oh, so satisfying to cross off an accomplished goal (and have the pictures to prove it). This list is completely spontaneous so I can guarantee it will need to be added to (a few more "think tank" sessions should solve that).</span></span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">-Snow Shack</span></span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">-Dam Sliding</span></span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">-Work on my golf game so I can beat J-Willy when he gets back</span></span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">-Tennis Tournaments (especially under the summer night lights)</span></span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">-4th of July Extravaganza (Rafting the, Hoback, BBQ, Fireworks show in IF)</span></span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">-Climb the Grand Teton</span></span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">-LOTOJA</span></span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">-Camping</span></span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">-Playmill Theatre</span></span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">-Yellowstone, WY</span></span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">-Mesa, AZ</span></span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">-Los Angeles, CA</span></span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">-Go shirtless for one entire day</span></span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">-Sleep under the stars</span></span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">-Bonfires</span></span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">-Huckleberry Days at Bear Lake</span></span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">-Pick up soccer games</span></span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">-Lagoon</span></span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">-Scooter rides</span></span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">-Hogle Zoo</span></span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">-Bee's baseball games</span></span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">-Weekly concerts at the Gallivan Center in SLC</span></span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">-Float Provo river</span></span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">-Mini Golf Tournaments</span></span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">-Drive-In movies</span></span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">-Seven Peaks</span></span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">-Dunk Ball games</span></span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">-Rodeo</span></span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">-USANA Concerts</span></span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">-Las Vegas, NV</span></span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">-Bike rides</span></span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">-Jump off the apartment roof into the pool</span></span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">-Utilize the water balloon launcher</span></span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">-Make a bigger/better potato gun</span></span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">-Spend a full day out on the lake</span></span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">-Finally participate in the legendary "Scatter Ball"</span></span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">-Hike Mt. Timpanogos</span></span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">-Weekly BBQ's</span></span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">-St. George, UT</span></span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">-Havasupi Trip</span></span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">-Home Run derby</span></span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">-Elementary Playground games (butt ball, 4 square, etc.)</span></span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">-Summer movie releases (Iron Man 2, Robin Hood, Toy Story 3, etc.)</span></span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">-Zions National Park</span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"></span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">-Moab Trip</span></span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">-Night Games in the park</span></span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">-Learn to Paint</span></span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">Feel free adding to "The List"/participate in carrying out "The List"... Suggestions and comments are generally accepted. Remember, there are no stupid questions- just stupid people.</span></span>Eric Peteyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04028967898974684883noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6993922214862303337.post-21090604654019450402010-04-29T14:53:00.000-06:002010-04-29T14:53:50.496-06:00Wavin' Flag<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">Every so often I come across something that penetrates its way through my extremely manly exterior and tugs at my little heart strings. This video did that... It's a good song for a good cause. Check it out.</span></span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">A rendition of this song has also been selected as the 2010 World Cup Anthem. Can't wait for that!</span></span>Eric Peteyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04028967898974684883noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6993922214862303337.post-27026082042572719742010-04-26T14:46:00.000-06:002010-04-26T14:46:29.323-06:00Like Hell On Lightning<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">Its weird how your brain works in the wee early hours of the morning while you're still in bed trying to get the motivation to get up. 5:00am. Time to get up. After a small wresting match with the down comforter (which never felt so comforting), I coaxed myself out from under its loving grasp. As soon as my feet hit the floor the adrenaline hit. Race day! And not just any race day, IMCCC Championships (Inter-Mountain Collegiate Cycling Conference).</span></span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">The IMCCC Championship is a 3 stage race over 2 days. Criterium on Friday followed by a TTT (Team Time Trial) and Road Race on Saturday.</span></span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">As I ran out the door I crammed a PB n' J down my throat. Hardly appetizing this early in the morn, but I had to get something in my system. That sandwich never really settled well.</span></span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">Arriving at the start/finish line, it was like an ant hill. A whole mess of teams scrambling to get everything ready to go for the TTT. Luckily we had Joe (a team member who opted out of racing to be the race EMT, thus allowing everyone to race. A gentleman and a scholar- thanks). All we had to do was worry about our warm-up, Joe took care of the rest. </span></span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">Since this post will be mainly about the TTT, allow me to explain the basics of our little race. A TTT is a sprint race over a relatively short distance, in our case a 14 mile course (7 out and 7 back). We had 4 man teams, but the time stopped when the back wheel of the third man came across the finish. The forth mans purpose (me) was to "burn out" with about 2 miles left, sling-shoting the remaining three ahead with maximum speed, like hell on lightning.</span></span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">The four of us rolled up to the start line. The feeling right before a race is indescribable. I tried just to focus on my breathing while a million thoughts rushed through my head head. Joe stood next to us giving some last minute coaching, reminding us all of our duties at each mile marker. "Go hard, don't look back and give 'em hell!" Seems simple enough. </span></span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">"Riders, 10 seconds", the official announced. Where a racers mind goes in those never ending seconds is beyond me, but I was there. There was complete silence as I starred at the open road ahead of us. It was about to be the longest 14 miles of my life. "5... 4... 3... 2... 1... GO!" The cheers of the crowds rushed back into my head. And so it began.</span></span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">The cheers quickly faded as we made our way out of the park and onto the country roads. Nothing but the sound of wind rushing by us as we averaged almost 30mph. I still felt good at mile 7, the turn around point. "Don't fall over", was the advice shouted as we entered the hair pin turn to start back for the finish line. This was our only opportunity to get a look at the position of our competition. Teams whizzed by us. We gave shout outs to the other two UVU teams as we passed ways.</span></span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">Then came my burn out point. 3 miles left, time to bring it home. I got to the front, put my head down, tucked my arms in and pushed myself as hard as I could go. I pedaled until it felt like my veins pumped battery acid and my heart was going to explode out of my chest... then I pedaled some more. Then came the black-out point, when after a scream of pain, I knew I was done. I dropped of the group as they sprinted the last 2 miles to the finish.</span></span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">The sound of cheers came back as I coasted through the finish. Incoherent to most of the congratulatory words, I rolled over to the team and joined them in attempts to stand on shaking legs. Some were dry heaving. For the most part everyone was smiling, because we knew how fast we had just rode.</span></span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">As the other teams sprinted to the finish, the results rolled in. We had taken 1st place in our category. Gold medal. Somehow, that made all the pain worth it.</span></span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">Later that day we raced in a road race, where UVU had someone in the top 3 finishers of every category.</span></span><br />
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</span></span><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_C-meqLr5DEY/S9Xx4_kxewI/AAAAAAAAAS4/UMTM3JEPKC8/s1600/24903_391129909268_719939268_3780807_1501359_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="300" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_C-meqLr5DEY/S9Xx4_kxewI/AAAAAAAAAS4/UMTM3JEPKC8/s400/24903_391129909268_719939268_3780807_1501359_n.jpg" width="400" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">Luke, Matt, Danny and myself on the start line, waiting for the countdown while Joe gives some last words of advice</span></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><br />
</span></span><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_C-meqLr5DEY/S9XyBR_xCDI/AAAAAAAAATA/o2C5lfQbsmE/s1600/24903_391130044268_719939268_3780831_2537720_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="300" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_C-meqLr5DEY/S9XyBR_xCDI/AAAAAAAAATA/o2C5lfQbsmE/s400/24903_391130044268_719939268_3780831_2537720_n.jpg" width="400" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">High fives for the other UVU Team as they dry-heave after finishing</span></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><br />
</span></span><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_C-meqLr5DEY/S9XyIH6rh2I/AAAAAAAAATI/y8-1QSgJ4jg/s1600/24846_382151657911_573847911_3976732_5301511_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="267" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_C-meqLr5DEY/S9XyIH6rh2I/AAAAAAAAATI/y8-1QSgJ4jg/s400/24846_382151657911_573847911_3976732_5301511_n.jpg" width="400" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">3 of the 4 TTT Gold medalists (USU grabbed second)</span></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><br />
</span></span><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_C-meqLr5DEY/S9XyLrq93sI/AAAAAAAAATQ/0eW8QIEDcoY/s1600/24743_391631444268_719939268_3796680_16841_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="300" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_C-meqLr5DEY/S9XyLrq93sI/AAAAAAAAATQ/0eW8QIEDcoY/s400/24743_391631444268_719939268_3796680_16841_n.jpg" width="400" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">Preparing for the afternoon road race</span></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><br />
</span></span><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_C-meqLr5DEY/S9XyU4i_jZI/AAAAAAAAATY/U5Dayez6TDs/s1600/24743_391631469268_719939268_3796685_5019606_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="187" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_C-meqLr5DEY/S9XyU4i_jZI/AAAAAAAAATY/U5Dayez6TDs/s400/24743_391631469268_719939268_3796685_5019606_n.jpg" width="400" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">Waiting for our turn to start</span></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><br />
</span></span><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_C-meqLr5DEY/S9XybWnJfLI/AAAAAAAAATg/COY8-cjPZ1w/s1600/24743_391631479268_719939268_3796687_8022297_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="300" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_C-meqLr5DEY/S9XybWnJfLI/AAAAAAAAATg/COY8-cjPZ1w/s400/24743_391631479268_719939268_3796687_8022297_n.jpg" width="400" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">Listening as the race official talks about something</span></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><br />
</span></span><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_C-meqLr5DEY/S9XyeD85kUI/AAAAAAAAATo/2lov6gv8IwY/s1600/24743_391631514268_719939268_3796692_7088601_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="252" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_C-meqLr5DEY/S9XyeD85kUI/AAAAAAAAATo/2lov6gv8IwY/s400/24743_391631514268_719939268_3796692_7088601_n.jpg" width="400" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">And we're off </span></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><br />
</span></span><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_C-meqLr5DEY/S9XygfGWx0I/AAAAAAAAATw/1BrCY4_QihA/s1600/24743_391631519268_719939268_3796693_1355227_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="267" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_C-meqLr5DEY/S9XygfGWx0I/AAAAAAAAATw/1BrCY4_QihA/s400/24743_391631519268_719939268_3796693_1355227_n.jpg" width="400" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">The first of two 25 mile laps around West Mountain</span></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><br />
</span></span><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_C-meqLr5DEY/S9X7A5D9jHI/AAAAAAAAAT4/GDKLAtwBdg0/s1600/24743_391631529268_719939268_3796695_5736193_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="151" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_C-meqLr5DEY/S9X7A5D9jHI/AAAAAAAAAT4/GDKLAtwBdg0/s400/24743_391631529268_719939268_3796695_5736193_n.jpg" width="400" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">Me and a converted UVU fan from Weber State</span></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><br />
</span></span><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_C-meqLr5DEY/S9X7ZF9TOvI/AAAAAAAAAUA/6SUEP1zwwk0/s1600/24846_382151582911_573847911_3976728_4330941_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="267" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_C-meqLr5DEY/S9X7ZF9TOvI/AAAAAAAAAUA/6SUEP1zwwk0/s400/24846_382151582911_573847911_3976728_4330941_n.jpg" width="400" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">Part of the group after an amazing race weekend</span></span></div>Eric Peteyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04028967898974684883noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6993922214862303337.post-37385677175443412652010-04-20T09:30:00.071-06:002010-04-20T09:30:00.158-06:00BYU Graduate.... Wait, what?<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">My "list of shananigans" is far too long and distinguished to recall each act individually. But, this week marks the One Year Anniversary of one of my better spoofs. Allow me to paint a picture for you.</span></span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">Its April 24, 2009. The Johnson brothers Shane and Daniel are graduating from BYU, in the Management and Exercise Science department, respectively. Daniel's graduation ceremony is first. Being the good friend that I am, I decided to clear my terribly busy schedule packed with tennis, swimming and of course sleeping. </span></span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">To give a short summary of what a graduation ceremony is like- it was like pulling teeth for 3 hours (and I hate the dentist). The very thought of having to sit through yet another one made me want to dry heave. </span></span><br />
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">So, I thought to myself, "Self, how would YOU transform the next 5 hours of boredom into a memorable experience?" What can only be described as a stroke of genius is what followed...</span></span><br />
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_C-meqLr5DEY/S80nS8x0bUI/AAAAAAAAASk/NLJ8RD_sNbc/s1600/BYUgrad2009.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="400" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_C-meqLr5DEY/S80nS8x0bUI/AAAAAAAAASk/NLJ8RD_sNbc/s400/BYUgrad2009.jpg" width="266" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">Yours truly, as a 2009 BYU Business Management Graduate</span></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">"But wait, you don't go to BYU. You're not a student at "de Lordz University" (said in a Nacho Libre accent). No, I am not. I am however a extremely cunning, devilishly witty and remarkably persuasive person. Lets rewind the clock about one hour...</span></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">Realizing the rare opportunity before me, I decided to capitalize on a once in a lifetime event. I borrowed Daniel's cap and gown, and ran down with Shane to sit with the graduates. We were late (fashionably) and the show was already underway with important BYU people speaking. As we were running around an usher grabbed us. "Are you boys graduating?" (This was it. The moment of no return. I'm either all in or taking the easy way out and sitting through another few hours of horrific boredom...) "Yes Sir, both of us!" (I couldn't help but smile with confidence). "Well, we better get you boys checked in." (Wait, what?)</span></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">The old man hastily led us to a booth where two women sat with cards that had the approved graduates names on them. "Name please..." As Shane rattled his name off, I stood sweating bullets, fumbling words in my head. She turned to me, waiting for me to reply. I gave her my name knowing she wouldn't find it in the cards. Crap, I'm busted for sure. She shook her head as she scanned the cards a second time. "I'm not finding your name here." Ding! Light bulb.</span></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">I told a little fib. A long, yet very believable little fib. I am not able to reveal my crafty methods of flattery and guile, but by the end of our conversation, we were laughing together as she handed me a card with my name hand written on it, congratulated the two of us and wished us well in our endeavors after graduation. "Sorry for the confusion," she said. Such a sweet lady.</span></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">The other graduates were already lining up to walk across the stage. The usher led us to the hallway where they were lined up and told us to hop in line alphabetically. Of course, I didn't want to go it alone. It just wouldn't be as funny. I borrowed a pencil to erase and change my last name to something with a "J" (Shane's last name is Johnson). Changes were as follows... </span></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">Peterson-Jeterson-Jeferson-Jefferson. Eric Jefferson. Perfect.</span></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">Being the rather social person that I am, my only problem was seeing people that knew me and knew that I didn't go to BYU. I spotted a few friends and just kind-of tilted my cap to cover my face until I could slip past them. </span></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">Then the moment came. The line led out into the middle of the Marriott Center filled with spectators. Here I was about to pull off the shananigan of a lifetime. I was so excited and proud of myself for having pulled it off. I wore a smile from ear to ear, like the Grinch right before he stole Christmas.</span></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">"Eric Jefferson" was announced and I walked proudly up the ramp and onto the stage. There stood the Dean of the Marriott Business School with his hand outstretched. "Congratulations son", he said as I shook his hand. "Thank you sir, I still can't believe I did it." He obviously thought I was talking about all the hard work required to graduate college. </span></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">We turned for a picture (the one posted above) and I walked off stage, chest held high. I was proud of myself.</span></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">Turns out, a lot of family friends saw my face on the projector screen and called my parents back home to say how cool it was to see me graduate. That night, a phone call from my dad went something like this...</span></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">Dad- "I heard you graduated today!" </span></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">Me- "Well, kind-of, yeah."</span></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">Dad- "Why the hell didn't you tell us?!? We would've come down to watch you! Instead we have to hear about it from everyone in the ward?" (Word travels ridiculously fast in Idaho Falls).</span></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">Thats right, my parents didn't think twice about the fact that I had "graduated" from BYU. They were just pissed I didn't invite them to the ceremony. I had to remind them that I was not a BYU student and at the time I still had two more years of school before I officially graduated. They eventually had a good laugh about it.</span></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">So folks, if you ever have a crazy idea, don't hesitate. Just do it. Whether it works or not, at least you'll have some pretty funny memories to talk about.</span></span></div>Eric Peteyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04028967898974684883noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6993922214862303337.post-85696037110785931462010-04-14T21:44:00.002-06:002010-04-15T11:38:01.060-06:00Signing My Life Away<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">Its that time of year when all the big races in the fall open up for registration. Why they make you sign up months in advance is beyond me. Probably so you'll have anxiety attacks about it all summer, which combined with nervous training can result in some great conditioning- or an emotional break down the week before "D-Day". So, yesterday I signed up for the brutal race that caps off my cycling season, the LOTOJA.</span></span><br />
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_C-meqLr5DEY/S8YU5wP1OFI/AAAAAAAAAR0/Hyc0Iv7e3Ng/s1600/lotoja1.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><img border="0" height="186" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_C-meqLr5DEY/S8YU5wP1OFI/AAAAAAAAAR0/Hyc0Iv7e3Ng/s400/lotoja1.png" width="400" /></span></span></a></div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"><b>LOTOJA</b></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">-</span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 19px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"> short for </span></span><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">LO</span></span></b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">gan </span></span><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">TO</span></span></b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"> </span></span><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">JA</span></span></b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">ckson, is a </span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">USA Cycling sanctioned </span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">road cycling race </span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">held annually in September. The race is the longest single-day road cycling race in North America</span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">, if not the world. It </span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">is also the longest one-day race sanctioned by USA Cycling or the United States Cycling Federation.</span></span></span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 19px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">Total distance: <b>206 miles </b></span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">(or 332 km)</span></span></span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 19px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">Total elevation gain: nearly <b>10,000 ft </b></span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">(3,000 m)</span></span></span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 19px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">*Courtesy of wikipedia- I was way too lazy to write up all the stats on my own.</span></span></span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 19px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">It's the most physically draining and most mentally challenging thing I have ever done. Some of my most intense moments of pain are from this race. Each year I have vowed never to EVER race it again... but look who just keeps crawling back for more... Yeah, stupid.</span></span></span><br />
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</span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"> </span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"> </span></span></span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 19px;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">1st year (2007)</span></b></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 19px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">- I didn't even own a bike at the time I had signed up for the race. Two friends of mine had convinced me that my quest for manhood would somehow be thwarted if I omitted myself from racing (which didn't make sense, but I totally fell for it). I trained with the two of them, both seasoned cyclists, for the whole summer. The longest I had ever ridden was 98 miles... once... and it almost killed me. But somehow I found myself at 6:30am standing under the Red Bull starting line arch with a crafted piece of metal between my legs about to ride 206 miles... Yeah, stupid.</span></span></span><br />
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</span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"> </span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"> </span></span><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_C-meqLr5DEY/S8YUwc9XNkI/AAAAAAAAARc/t0EkM_kn-5Q/s1600/n511435108_1288138_5250.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><img border="0" height="300" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_C-meqLr5DEY/S8YUwc9XNkI/AAAAAAAAARc/t0EkM_kn-5Q/s400/n511435108_1288138_5250.jpg" width="400" /></span></span></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">After crossing the finish line I collapsed and sat right here for 20 minutes</span></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><br />
</span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"> </span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"> </span></span><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_C-meqLr5DEY/S8YUzv0LVqI/AAAAAAAAARk/KqRvqZP0-50/s1600/n511435108_1288140_5698.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><img border="0" height="300" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_C-meqLr5DEY/S8YUzv0LVqI/AAAAAAAAARk/KqRvqZP0-50/s400/n511435108_1288140_5698.jpg" width="400" /></span></span></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">Finally able to stand for a picture. </span></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">Soon after I single handedly ate an entire large pepperoni pizza and 2 liters of root-beer, then passed out in the back seat of my own truck. It took a few days to fully recover. </span></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><br />
</span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"> </span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"> </span></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">2nd year (2008)</span></b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">- My original crew had diminished, but I had two more friends to race with, both of which were first timers. I quickly went from the greenie to the veteran. The race was considerably easier for me this time around (not easy, but easier). It probably had something to do with the year of training now under my belt. I hung back for the first half of the race to ride with the "grandfather" of our cycling group (gotta respect the elders, right?) He must of had some stroke of sanity cause he decided after already finishing LOTOJA 5 times, he had nothing more to prove to himself and dropped out. Couldn't afford anymore gray hairs I suppose. This left me all by my lonesome. I asked the girlfriends (now wives) of my fellow riders how far ahead they were. "15 maybe 20 minutes..." </span></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">I pumped my legs as fast as I could, determined to catch them. About 30 miles down the road I had caught up, only to get a flat tire. This put me back about 7 minutes, but I managed to catch them again with about 45 miles remaining. I was able to cross the finish line with my best friend, a moment to remember</span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">. </span></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">Lesson learned: get a girl to watch you race the LOTOJA and you'll have a wife 6 months later.</span></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><br />
</span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"> </span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"> </span></span><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_C-meqLr5DEY/S8YU2EwILkI/AAAAAAAAARs/DpV6TcJbhBg/s1600/n511435108_4277307_447.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><img border="0" height="267" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_C-meqLr5DEY/S8YU2EwILkI/AAAAAAAAARs/DpV6TcJbhBg/s400/n511435108_4277307_447.jpg" width="400" /></span></span></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">Jayson and I somewhere in the first 30 miles </span></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><br />
</span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"> </span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"> </span></span><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_C-meqLr5DEY/S8Z_JqS3WZI/AAAAAAAAASc/2XnPivmOTFo/s1600/n694910938_889583_8691.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><img border="0" height="300" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_C-meqLr5DEY/S8Z_JqS3WZI/AAAAAAAAASc/2XnPivmOTFo/s400/n694910938_889583_8691.jpg" width="400" /></span></span></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">Daniel, me and the "grandfather" Dave at the finish line</span></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><br />
</span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"> </span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"> </span></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">3rd year (2009)</span></b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">- This one's the heart breaker. In July 2009, while on a training ride on the the Alpine Loop in Utah I almost died (whether or not thats true is debatable, but it was one of my many near death experiences. The short version- on our descent down the east side, at about 40 mph, I went head to head with a car, then a tree, then the asphalt. The result was a broken hand, separated shoulder, bruised ribs and stitches on my hip and knee. After a trip to the hospital (I have now been a patient in all the Utah Valley hospitals) I was told not to do anything active for 4 months. That wasn't exactly on my agenda. So, with a still very separated shoulder and sore hand, I decided to puff up my chest, be a man and race LOTOJA... Yeah, stupid.</span></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><br />
</span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"> </span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"> </span></span><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_C-meqLr5DEY/S8ZwMRfIQtI/AAAAAAAAASM/lxifbe2mGEY/s1600/DSC_0626.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><img border="0" height="400" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_C-meqLr5DEY/S8ZwMRfIQtI/AAAAAAAAASM/lxifbe2mGEY/s400/DSC_0626.JPG" width="267" /></span></span></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">Preston taping my shoulder for the race</span></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><br />
</span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"> </span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"> </span></span><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_C-meqLr5DEY/S8ZujD6ClII/AAAAAAAAASE/UnqOFjT6VLU/s1600/DSC_0627.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><img border="0" height="267" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_C-meqLr5DEY/S8ZujD6ClII/AAAAAAAAASE/UnqOFjT6VLU/s400/DSC_0627.JPG" width="400" /></span></span></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">Mounting up at the starting line</span></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><br />
</span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"> </span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"> </span></span><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_C-meqLr5DEY/S8ZwxWNAC_I/AAAAAAAAASU/uSOvLp_iOaw/s1600/DSC_0632.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><img border="0" height="267" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_C-meqLr5DEY/S8ZwxWNAC_I/AAAAAAAAASU/uSOvLp_iOaw/s400/DSC_0632.JPG" width="400" /></span></span></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">And we're off</span></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">Unfortunately, the all the pain killers I took didn't last long enough. My pride and desire to be a man were overtaken by horribly agonizing pain. Not being able to hold the handlebars with my left hand made me a danger to other racers, and after 80 miles, I was disqualified. </span></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><br />
</span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"> </span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"> </span></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">4th year (2010)</span></b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">- Coming back with a vengeance- like Bruce Willis in the Die Hard Trilogy, and nothing is going to stop me... unless its a car, or a tree... then I'll probably tap out.</span></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><br />
</span></span></div>Eric Peteyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04028967898974684883noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6993922214862303337.post-65556648822434826812010-04-09T12:21:00.120-06:002010-04-10T14:04:13.270-06:00He's Got A.D.D.<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">Those who know me best wouldn't find it odd to learn that I cannot sit stagnant for too long without slipping slowly into the dark abyss of madness/boredom. Most are already privy to that little tidbit of information. Its that very characteristic that fuels my insatiable desire to constantly be on the move, and depletes the stash in my piggy bank. </span></span><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;">Active</span>- The word I would use to describe yesterday. Here's why...</span></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_C-meqLr5DEY/S8DHFK4kjbI/AAAAAAAAARU/3K-l8qChlO8/s1600/FotoFlexer_Photo.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="640" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_C-meqLr5DEY/S8DHFK4kjbI/AAAAAAAAARU/3K-l8qChlO8/s640/FotoFlexer_Photo.jpg" width="211" /></a></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">Yes, all these activities were carried out in the same day- the same 12 hour period actually. Snowboarding at Park City, Tennis at Provo High School, Bouldering at the Quarry, and Cycling down to Spanish Fork.</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">Normally I would have never planned a day like this, but my crippling weakness of not being able to pass up a good time made all these events come to pass. I mean how often does the weather permit one to enjoy a winter wonderland AND a 65 degree spring day? I figure its like an eclipse or a meteor that only happens once every few years. Not taking advantage of such a miracle would be like punching Mother Nature in the face. And I cant do that, it not in my nature. Luckily, for my proof and documentation purposes, technology has advanced to the point where "Kodak Moments" can be captured on *phones, allowing me to document the day. </span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><br />
</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">*The first picture was taken earlier in the season. I didn't think to document my version of "The Wide World of Sports" until the days second activity.</span></span></div>Eric Peteyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04028967898974684883noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6993922214862303337.post-69035223721160786162010-04-05T22:35:00.003-06:002010-04-09T15:27:03.794-06:00Dude, I totally know him!<div class="MsoNormal"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">On occasion I have been known to be "in the right place at the right time" and quite literally bump into a celebrity. Of course such an encounter calls for some sort of jumbled combination of words to leap from my lips in no particular order, and usually in varying decibels. Its a disease... I really cant help it.</span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><o:p></o:p></span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">Now, I told you that so you'd better understand this...</span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><o:p></o:p></span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">I spent the Easter weekend in Mesa, AZ visiting friends and family. There is no better way to spend the first days of Spring than in 90 degree blue sky weather. </span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><o:p></o:p></span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">It’s a ten hour drive home from Mesa, so reason was screaming at us to be in the car and driving by 2pm. But, we couldn’t miss the second Sunday session of General Conference. Why? I’ll tell you why…</span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><o:p></o:p></span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"><a href="http://www.youtube.com/user/mormonmessages?blend=1&ob=4#p/u/9/XrMZDMQ0HaQ"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">Elder Gregory A. Schwitzer, former president of the Russia Yekaterinburg Mission, was speaking!</span></a></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><o:p></o:p></span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">(Fortunately for those present at the session, I was many hundreds of miles away. I may have made a rather large fool of myself in my diseased attempts to express my feelings reverently, but had a nervous breakdown and screamed jumbled combinations of words instead…)</span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><o:p></o:p></span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">While I watched him speak, feelings and memories from my two years spent in Russia raced through me. There were so many amazing experiences and so many wonderful people that changed my life. I love them all so much.</span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><o:p></o:p></span></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_C-meqLr5DEY/S7rk3ujHknI/AAAAAAAAARM/Xv-NaoOwgyM/s1600/IMG_3894.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><img border="0" height="300" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_C-meqLr5DEY/S7rk3ujHknI/AAAAAAAAARM/Xv-NaoOwgyM/s400/IMG_3894.JPG" width="400" /></span></a></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><br />
</span> </span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">As for President Schwitzer, he is a spiritual giant that I will forever look to for advice and guidance in my life. He exemplifies everything that I wish to become in my “quest for manhood”. His genuine love for people is immeasurable. His positive attitude and immense zest for life is never unnoticed. His drive and energy in sharing the Gospel of Jesus Christ is insurmountable. He takes every opportunity to bear his sincere and humble witness of Jesus Christ. I have yet to meet someone with such an unfeigned love for our Savior. There was never a time that I left his presence without feeling uplifted and edified. </span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><o:p></o:p></span></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_C-meqLr5DEY/S7rktnFskxI/AAAAAAAAAQ8/yRlu1JPbgjw/s1600/PICT3641.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><img border="0" height="300" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_C-meqLr5DEY/S7rktnFskxI/AAAAAAAAAQ8/yRlu1JPbgjw/s400/PICT3641.JPG" width="400" /></span></a></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><br />
</span> </span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">President Schwitzer taught me more than I ever believed I could learn, and I am forever grateful to have had his influence in my life. I love and respect that man far more than my ability to express in words.</span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><o:p></o:p></span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">Thank you president for your impact in my life.</span></span><o:p></o:p></div>Eric Peteyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04028967898974684883noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6993922214862303337.post-67351098461148680822010-03-22T09:02:00.003-06:002010-03-29T01:14:54.404-06:00Spring Break 2010<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">Unbeknownst to you (the handful of people that stumble across this interweb journal) I have been sitting and starring at a blank computer screen for ten minutes attempting to assemble the words to describe the past 10 days of my life. A road trip to Puerto Penasco, Mexico laced with all sorts of exciting adventures. 10 days in the best of locations with the best of friends making the best of memories...</span></span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">I think on this very rare occasion, I am at a loss for words. So, I will let the pictures do the talking. I mean, they do say a picture is worth a thousand words...</span></span><br />
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_C-meqLr5DEY/S7BKa4V5QeI/AAAAAAAAAP0/0YO8KrhoT88/s1600/25099_531859258849_122803254_31304541_7965358_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><img border="0" height="300" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_C-meqLr5DEY/S7BKa4V5QeI/AAAAAAAAAP0/0YO8KrhoT88/s400/25099_531859258849_122803254_31304541_7965358_n.jpg" width="400" /></span></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">Phoenix, AZ Spring Training</span></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">Angels vs. Cubs</span></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><br />
</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_C-meqLr5DEY/S7BKWCV1lAI/AAAAAAAAAPs/GroK77z_h2o/s1600/24924_1385073437723_1558620039_973966_6870441_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><img border="0" height="300" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_C-meqLr5DEY/S7BKWCV1lAI/AAAAAAAAAPs/GroK77z_h2o/s400/24924_1385073437723_1558620039_973966_6870441_n.jpg" width="400" /></span></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">Just before an intense game of MAFIA in the Casa</span></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: auto;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><br />
</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_C-meqLr5DEY/S7BKkTB6xQI/AAAAAAAAAQE/kEgcwKGdcI4/s1600/25099_531859518329_122803254_31304592_7093943_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><img border="0" height="400" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_C-meqLr5DEY/S7BKkTB6xQI/AAAAAAAAAQE/kEgcwKGdcI4/s400/25099_531859518329_122803254_31304592_7093943_n.jpg" width="300" /></span></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">View from our beach house</span></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: auto;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><br />
</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_C-meqLr5DEY/S7BJ7FCofII/AAAAAAAAAO8/zJAd3OOpoXc/s1600/23975_372460504610_617744610_3663826_5811120_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><img border="0" height="320" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_C-meqLr5DEY/S7BJ7FCofII/AAAAAAAAAO8/zJAd3OOpoXc/s320/23975_372460504610_617744610_3663826_5811120_n.jpg" width="240" /></span></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">Brett stretching out before gustation</span></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: auto;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><br />
</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_C-meqLr5DEY/S7BKe8rMbWI/AAAAAAAAAP8/sJ5EZkNOMU4/s1600/25099_531859413539_122803254_31304571_2738734_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><img border="0" height="300" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_C-meqLr5DEY/S7BKe8rMbWI/AAAAAAAAAP8/sJ5EZkNOMU4/s400/25099_531859413539_122803254_31304571_2738734_n.jpg" width="400" /></span></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">Our perch on the roof of the beach house looking over our dominions</span></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: auto;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><br />
</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_C-meqLr5DEY/S7BKDQgN1GI/AAAAAAAAAPE/8LIoVhqYJT8/s1600/23975_372460804610_617744610_3663885_2120971_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><img border="0" height="240" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_C-meqLr5DEY/S7BKDQgN1GI/AAAAAAAAAPE/8LIoVhqYJT8/s320/23975_372460804610_617744610_3663885_2120971_n.jpg" width="320" /></span></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">Headed for the beach</span></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: auto;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><br />
</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_C-meqLr5DEY/S7BKTdCcdwI/AAAAAAAAAPk/TCV91B2CwHA/s1600/25099_531859373619_122803254_31304563_5285997_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><img border="0" height="300" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_C-meqLr5DEY/S7BKTdCcdwI/AAAAAAAAAPk/TCV91B2CwHA/s400/25099_531859373619_122803254_31304563_5285997_n.jpg" width="400" /></span></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">Man this view got old...</span></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: auto;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><br />
</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_C-meqLr5DEY/S7BKOOgmJkI/AAAAAAAAAPc/O54zDb64N38/s1600/24924_1385075237768_1558620039_973992_6853345_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><img border="0" height="400" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_C-meqLr5DEY/S7BKOOgmJkI/AAAAAAAAAPc/O54zDb64N38/s400/24924_1385075237768_1558620039_973992_6853345_n.jpg" width="300" /></span></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">Strong guys hangin' out</span></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: auto;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><br />
</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_C-meqLr5DEY/S7BKKzg5-VI/AAAAAAAAAPU/3c4f8oEx7WA/s1600/23975_372466934610_617744610_3664236_362852_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><img border="0" height="320" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_C-meqLr5DEY/S7BKKzg5-VI/AAAAAAAAAPU/3c4f8oEx7WA/s320/23975_372466934610_617744610_3664236_362852_n.jpg" width="240" /></span></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">50 Peso Tats</span></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: auto;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><br />
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</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_C-meqLr5DEY/S7BJ4By2JLI/AAAAAAAAAO0/LpZK7VTdD4I/s1600/23490_378599563325_503198325_3602129_3626464_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><img border="0" height="300" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_C-meqLr5DEY/S7BJ4By2JLI/AAAAAAAAAO0/LpZK7VTdD4I/s400/23490_378599563325_503198325_3602129_3626464_n.jpg" width="400" /></span></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">Our assault on the street shops</span></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><br />
</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_C-meqLr5DEY/S7BKzUbzeNI/AAAAAAAAAQs/d-f8kse3NBA/s1600/25600_10150159542230506_775765505_11579053_732318_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><img border="0" height="300" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_C-meqLr5DEY/S7BKzUbzeNI/AAAAAAAAAQs/d-f8kse3NBA/s400/25600_10150159542230506_775765505_11579053_732318_n.jpg" width="400" /></span></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">On the Pier</span></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: auto;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><br />
</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_C-meqLr5DEY/S7BKvjV5ogI/AAAAAAAAAQk/_owYCOIR80U/s1600/25594_379606730339_511820339_3633029_6943178_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><img border="0" height="300" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_C-meqLr5DEY/S7BKvjV5ogI/AAAAAAAAAQk/_owYCOIR80U/s400/25594_379606730339_511820339_3633029_6943178_n.jpg" width="400" /></span></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">Strike a pose</span></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: auto;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><br />
</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_C-meqLr5DEY/S7BK4OVDmXI/AAAAAAAAAQ0/MwTjWurd2Q0/s1600/25748_423461644553_517279553_5206300_747152_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><img border="0" height="267" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_C-meqLr5DEY/S7BK4OVDmXI/AAAAAAAAAQ0/MwTjWurd2Q0/s400/25748_423461644553_517279553_5206300_747152_n.jpg" width="400" /></span></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">Erik Wynn Photography</span></span></div>Eric Peteyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04028967898974684883noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6993922214862303337.post-89960164599515008752010-03-10T00:49:00.001-07:002010-03-10T00:50:31.262-07:00Unhealthy Obsessions<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_C-meqLr5DEY/S5dN2xiNUaI/AAAAAAAAAOk/aTtwLT2WDbg/s1600-h/Samoas.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="272" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_C-meqLr5DEY/S5dN2xiNUaI/AAAAAAAAAOk/aTtwLT2WDbg/s320/Samoas.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">If I had to draw up a list that consisted of the most inconceivably gratifying joys in my life, somewhere among the ranks would be receiving mail, and Samoas Girl Scout Cookies.</span></span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">With that said, this morning an ordinary mail-man preformed a feat rarely witnessed. In fact, some may consider it unfeasible. A mail-man killed... nay, slaughtered two birds with one stone. A package with my name holding not one, not two but THREE boxes of Samoas (I love my mommy)!</span></span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">Im not sure that I could properly transcribe my sincere adoration for these tiny delights. I could however explain my general behavior when in the presence of said cookies. I have been known to be rather territorial with them and harbor them from others, not unlike mother bear with her cubs, or Schmiegel with his "precious" ring... </span></span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">I've been anticipating this time of year for the sole purpose of indulging in the magical flavors of Samoas. Earlier this year, I got an early craving that had to be satisfied. My lustful appetite led me to what I thought to be a solution to the problem. Dreyers Slow Churned Limited Edition Samoas Ice Cream. It was anything but impressive and hardly satisfying. Dryers only aroused my appetite without bedding 'er back down, leaving me waiting... wanting... Until now! </span></span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">Now that the cookie season is in full swing, I've turned over all my cash funds to my trustworthy friend, Jeff. I do this because of my lack of self control when it comes to cookies and impulse buying. If by my lonesome I were to run across a cookie stand with a wallet full of cash, I would get caught up in the passion of the moment and have to explain to my roommates how I lost all my money to a Girl Scout.</span></span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">Many thanks go out to all who have made this possible. The Girls Scouts for selling them, my mother for buying them, and the mail man for handling the package with such care all the way to my door step.</span></span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">Nutrition Facts: So far today I have consumed 1,125 calories of Girl Scout cookies, and the day's not over (I've got a real bad case of the midnight munchies).</span></span>Eric Peteyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04028967898974684883noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6993922214862303337.post-38079074607413158402010-03-05T19:41:00.002-07:002010-03-05T19:44:45.870-07:00Midget Ninja Criminals<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_C-meqLr5DEY/S5HAudX5bzI/AAAAAAAAAOc/_Z25IqvS6ik/s1600-h/ninja.jpg-tm.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="240" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_C-meqLr5DEY/S5HAudX5bzI/AAAAAAAAAOc/_Z25IqvS6ik/s320/ninja.jpg-tm.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">Laundry day is a bitter sweet day for me. The "sweet" side of the deal is that I get a basket full of clean clothes with the resplendent scent of Downy April Fresh dryer sheets (which I highly recommend). The horribly annoying "bitter" side is that I always, without fail, walk away from the laundry room short handed. Sometime between the process of loading my clothes into the washer and pulling them out of the dryer, my socks and underwear are disappearing! </span></span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">Where are they going? I've ruled out the possibility of black holes and temporary time portals which could have been created during the spin cycle that transports the M.I.A. clothing into some moment in the future (if you come across a gain pile of miss matched socks and other random clothes, you've found it!). </span></span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">The only logical explanation for the absent attire is Midget Ninja Criminals! They slink into the laundry room with maximum stealth and run off like a thief in the night with just one sock, or with just one part of my usually paired "special" underwear (and I'm not talking about my spiderman undies with matching t-shirt... if they stole that, I'd be pissed). </span></span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">And what do they want with just one sock, or just one undershirt? Why don't they steal from someone their own size? Be on the look out for a dwarf man wearing one sock thats too big, and an undershirt that fits like a muumuu. If spotted, you've stumbled upon a kleptomaniac and he should not be trusted. </span></span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">Curse you Midget Ninja Thieves! </span></span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">P.S. If anyone knows how to go about apprehending/capturing/exterminating such a delinquent, feel free to enlighten me with your clever strategies. </span></span>Eric Peteyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04028967898974684883noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6993922214862303337.post-56105317474220618902010-02-25T18:01:00.051-07:002010-03-05T19:45:37.081-07:00Slashing Jupiter<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_C-meqLr5DEY/S5B3PiHRIKI/AAAAAAAAAN0/L1_hDByA65U/s1600-h/P1010019.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"><img border="0" height="300" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_C-meqLr5DEY/S5B3PiHRIKI/AAAAAAAAAN0/L1_hDByA65U/s400/P1010019.JPG" width="400" /></span></span></a></div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">There are a few circumstances in which a man such as myself cannot be expected to be burdened down by the regular schedule of an aspiring </span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">college student. Today was one of those days. It's a simple equation really. Continuous snow storms over any prolonged period of time followed by a break in the clouds equals a perfect blue- bird day with magnanimous amounts of an addicting white drug I call snow. If only I could get a note from Mother Nature excusing my absences.</span></span><br />
<div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">Since we only had a half day, Dayne and I decided to ride Park City to capitalize on our minimal time frame. Our ultimate destination was to hike up Jupiter Peak on the back side of the resort and catch a few fresh lines.</span></span><br />
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</span></span> </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"><img border="0" height="400" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_C-meqLr5DEY/S5B2VdOhT6I/AAAAAAAAANk/UEKJ2kkQqf8/s400/P1010014.JPG" width="300" /></span></span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">On Jupiter Access, making our way to the pot of gold.</span></span></div></div><div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"><br />
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</span></span> </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"><img border="0" height="400" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_C-meqLr5DEY/S5B2LzupIGI/AAAAAAAAANU/kMBMYyDoPmc/s400/22237_329209600282_578105282_4115189_776259_n.jpg" width="265" /></span></span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">Our first ascent/descent was a little cloudy, but we caught some untouched lines.</span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"><br />
</span> </span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"> </span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_C-meqLr5DEY/S5B2OX3JBzI/AAAAAAAAANc/c8y5BUEPOFQ/s1600-h/22237_329209635282_578105282_4115194_1901778_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"><img border="0" height="400" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_C-meqLr5DEY/S5B2OX3JBzI/AAAAAAAAANc/c8y5BUEPOFQ/s400/22237_329209635282_578105282_4115194_1901778_n.jpg" width="266" /></span></span></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">The clouds cleared up and brought a few sun beams our way.</span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">Unfortunately, neither of us are "Kodak Moment" kind of guys. Our moments captures always seem to be pre and post operation shots. I'll work on that. Besides that, it was a successful day. Enjoyed the fresh air, hiked a mountain or two, discovered fresh lines, dropped some cliffs, caught some powder face-shots, took a few epic slashes and celebrated with high fives and fist pumps. Can life get any better?</span></span></div>Eric Peteyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04028967898974684883noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6993922214862303337.post-6892902360311070572010-02-23T22:51:00.000-07:002010-02-23T22:35:31.404-07:00Taco Tuesday<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div>Taco Tuesday + 3 tacos for $1 = a whole heap of trash!<br />
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</span> </div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">First Arrest</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">December 30, 2009</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">St. Anthony, ID</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">11:32pm</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">Most people spend their Christmas break with family and friends anticipating the new year, wondering how they could send out the previous year with a bang! Solution: Get arrested and spend a night in jail. Thats making memories you'll never forget.</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">On my way back from a cabin in Island Park, ID I was pulled over for excessive velocity in a speed zone. The thick snow storm left the signs completely covered and visibility was minimal, not to mention the irrelevant fact of the freezing temperatures of -25 degrees. The officer asked for the proper documents and retreated back to the warmth of his truck. After a uncomfortably long wait, he came back and asked me to step out of the vehicle. </span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">"The computer shows you have a warrant out for your arrest." Awesome. And I thought the drive home would be uneventful. He instructed me to place my hands on the hood and put my feet shoulder width apart. After a quick search, he slapped a pair of cuffs on me threw me in the back seat of his truck. At least I wasn't alone, as there was a huge German-Shepard drug dog sharing the back seat. Only a thin chain link style barrier held this man killing machine from eating my face off. For the duration of the ride to the police station, the dog had its nose pressed against the barrier, literally breathing down my neck, and growling every time I turned to look at him. I attempted a starring contest with the beast, but that drove him into attack mode. I made an effort to break further awkward silence with the officer by throwing a few ice breakers at him (conversation starters, not the minty fresh gum). My sarcastic ways did no good at chipping away the barrier over the mans cold dark heart.</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">I was reminded of a time during my high school days when I shared the back seat of a squad car with my friend Justin Blair. The sliding window to the front seat was open, and there stood vertically a loaded shot gun. As dozens of police officers swarmed around the vehicle, I tried to lighten the mood of our gloomy situation by daring Justin to just reach for the gun. We laughed about the possible outcomes, but luckily he didn't take my dare.</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">Getting back to the story, I arrived at the Fremont County Jail, where they took most of my belongings (including my shoes), lined up for a mug shot, and waited for a someone to post my $2010 bail. Tayler Heninger proved her loyalty as a friend that night as she endured constant cat calls and teasing from the guards and fabricated a story believable enough for her to finally be able to post bail.</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"><br />
</span> </div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">Second Arrest</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">February 20, 2010</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">Orem, UT</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">11:07pm</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">What originated as a late night run to WalMart to acquire party supplies for a birthday surprise (that rhymes) turned out to be yet another night that I would get more than I bargained for. This time I was joined by a whole mess of friends, all piled in the truck. This only added to the humiliation of the ordeal, and in their eyes sealed my reputation as an "on-edge bad boy/ fugitive of the law/ unlucky" individual. Apparently someone had neglected to remove the warrant for my arrest (the cause of the first arrest, an unpaid ticket) which I had already taken care of months ago.</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">So after another set of handcuffs and a back seat car ride, another friendship was put through the testing flames. Jeff Faught pulled through and posted bail for me with cash from his wallet (still don't know where he got all that dough).</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"><br />
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</div><div>Sprint offers it customers good coverage, but fails to make the proper coverage available where its needed most.</div>Eric Peteyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04028967898974684883noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6993922214862303337.post-73770994782065917592010-02-06T23:46:00.004-07:002010-02-08T15:04:12.943-07:00Catamount Yurt, Idaho<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_C-meqLr5DEY/S3B9yO3xWOI/AAAAAAAAAKc/ECC35uUW2HA/s1600-h/IMG_0503.JPG.jpeg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="263" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_C-meqLr5DEY/S3B9yO3xWOI/AAAAAAAAAKc/ECC35uUW2HA/s400/IMG_0503.JPG.jpeg" width="400" /></a></div>The notorious reputation of spontaneity I have built for myself was tested this weekend. A close friend (who knows me too well) informed me Friday morning of a hiking excursion into the Idaho Wilderness which they had planned for Friday night.<br />
I was almost offended that he had just assumed that he could give me a few hours notice, expect me to drop my multiple and extremely vital responsibilities, pack up my bags and be ready to roll in a matter of hours... but then I realized I was only angry that I had become so predictable (well played Jayson, you know me all too well).<br />
After a 3 hour car ride we had arrived at the trail head, about 9pm. Light snow showers produced a small obstacle, but the real kicker was the infamous Idaho wind, which made it impossible to see farther than about 25 feet into the blowing snow. Prominent land marks were completely invisible and the trail was drifted over, but we pushed on. We spent a few extra hours in a misguided state, but a change in command amongst the ranks led us back to the trail.<br />
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<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_C-meqLr5DEY/S3CCueYipMI/AAAAAAAAAKk/_Uuzsg82CU8/s1600-h/IMG_0571.JPG.jpeg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="266" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_C-meqLr5DEY/S3CCueYipMI/AAAAAAAAAKk/_Uuzsg82CU8/s400/IMG_0571.JPG.jpeg" width="400" /></a></div>There's nothing better than starting off a morning with a great breakfast, and this trip was no exception. We fired up our camp stoves and served ourselves a 5 star breakfast of pancakes and bacon. As we hiked out, the clouds had cleared and started to settle in the valleys and the sun was out to wish us a safe trip home.<br />
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How is this done? We opened up the UVU Hydrostatic Body Fat testing equipment to all the sorry souls willing to pay to be told their body fat percentage (BF%).<br />
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1) Check in<br />
2) Step on the dreadful scale to be weighed and measured<br />
3) Strip to your bare minimums (swimsuits) and hop in the big metal tub full of water<br />
4) Dry off and change while we do some mathematical equations and other smart person stuff<br />
5) Go through the scrutiny of having everyone in the room know your BF%<br />
-Optional step #6) Leave the room holding back tears (j/k nobody did that..... I don't think...)<br />
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Now, it's usually at step #3 that the visual BF% test is conducted and its proven to be fairly accurate. Of course we don't ever verbalize the results of the "Ocular BF% Test" but the ratings ranged anywhere from "Too Hot to Handle" all the way to "Oh Dang Girl, You Thick!" (The Ocular Test is for females only).<br />
In all seriousness, we conducted ourselves with as much professionalism as possible. I gained a new respect for doctors, having to be the barer of bad health news. Telling someone that their BF% is a certain number is fine, until it breaches the "obesity" category (>25% for men, and >30% for women). Being the messenger of the data isn't always a walk in the park, especially when telling someone they are obese is like telling them they've got the HIV or some other STD, and they never knew it. Some conversations went as follows:<br />
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"Yeah, so... It looks like you're in the obese category... What's that?.... Yes, obese..."<br />
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"Alright, you just joined more than half of the Americans in the Obesity Club!"<br />
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"Hey, look at that... you're fat!"<br />
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Besides the delicate obesity subject, everything else made for a good time.<br />
(Random thing learned today: Breast Augmentations will throw off BF% results as they are extremely buoyant)Eric Peteyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04028967898974684883noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6993922214862303337.post-1276634687879251452010-02-01T22:29:00.001-07:002010-02-02T00:33:21.652-07:00Random Daily Log<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;">These are some of the random things accomplished and thoughts I had during the course of the day:</span><br />
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- Concerning the guy in class who won't stop making stupid comments, "You're not a very bright fellow are you. Please, never speak again! You are essentially an oxygen thief."<br />
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- In the Library planning to study for a test, "Crap, no internet connection here... I don't want to pack up all my stuff and move... I'll just play a game of RISK instead and try my hand at world domination... Marketing can wait!"<br />
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- "What would a man with no arms call an attempted hug? A chest bump? Or maybe a body press?..."<br />
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- "Ugh, this sandwich is gross!... I'll bring it home and give it to Jeff. I'll tell him I bought just for him, and maybe it will brighten his day."<br />
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- "Why does this Wild Cherry Pepsi taste like a Jack and Coke?"<br />
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- I noticed a black suburban swerving in and out of two lanes, cutting off a few cars. As traffic caught up to the reckless driver, I got a look at the culprit. Male, 350+ lbs, right hand in Doritos bag, left hand holding a Little Debbie chocolate cupcake, steering with his stomach... I started to chuckle, but dry-heaved instead...<br />
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- "Yup, I'm pretty sure that fountain drink machine mixed some kind of alcohol in this Pepsi..."<br />
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- "Why is that guy licking his iphone?"<br />
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- Took a test with a construction pencil and art gum eraser... and aced it!Eric Peteyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04028967898974684883noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6993922214862303337.post-11104193988085768022010-01-19T09:23:00.008-07:002010-03-05T19:47:29.423-07:00Rekindling An Old Flame<div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"><div style="font: 12.0px Times New Roman; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">Before I begin this particular documentary, I would like to get one thing straight- I LOVE WINTER! It’s a splendiferous time of year that brings with it so many unique opportunities, which include, but are not by any means limited to:</span></span></div><div style="font: 12.0px Times New Roman; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"><br />
</span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"> </span></span></div><div style="font: 12.0px Times New Roman; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">Snowboarding </span></span></div><div style="font: 12.0px Times New Roman; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">Skiing </span></span></div><div style="font: 12.0px Times New Roman; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">Snowmobiling </span></span></div><div style="font: 12.0px Times New Roman; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">Sledding</span></span></div><div style="font: 12.0px Times New Roman; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">Slick Roads (fun to drive one) </span></span></div><div style="font: 12.0px Times New Roman; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">Sipping hot apple cider (affectionately known as “Christmas in a Cup”) </span></span></div><div style="font: 12.0px Times New Roman; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">Sitting by the fire</span></span></div><div style="font: 12.0px Times New Roman; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">Snuggling next to mentioned fire</span></span></div><div style="font: 12.0px Times New Roman; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">Sleeping in</span></span></div><div style="font: 12.0px Times New Roman; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">Snow Bunnies (the girlies just look so GOOD all bundled up!)</span></span></div><div style="font: 12.0px Times New Roman; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">*Beginning all activities with the letter us was not intentional, but it worked out quite nicely, wouldn’t you say?</span></span></div><div style="font: 12.0px Times New Roman; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"><br />
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</span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"> </span></span></div><div style="font: 12.0px Times New Roman; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">This past weekend an old flame was rekindled with a long lost love of mine… My bike! Unfortunately, she has yet to be named. Because of our past relationship, I have had troubles being satisfied with any one name. Depending on the day, beautiful and exotic names might come to mind, and other days might have four letter words at the tip of my tongue. So, in order to suppress these vibrant words of frustration, I just call it, “GIANT”.</span></span></div><div style="font: 12.0px Times New Roman; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"><br />
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</span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"> </span></span></div><div style="font: 12.0px Times New Roman; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">Ride #1: A nice warm up lap from Hurricane, to Laverkin, to Toquerville, to Leeds, to Anderson Junction, around Quail Lake and back again (I really have no idea where these places are, I just remember glancing up and seeing those names).</span></span></div><div style="font: 12.0px Times New Roman; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">Total Miles: 40-ish</span></span></div></span></div></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"></span></span><br />
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<div style="font: 16.0px Times; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">Waiting for triple bypass surgery to be performed on a bike tube.</span></span></div><div style="font: 16.0px Times; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">It was unsuccessful. We lost the tube- R.I.P.</span></span></div></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_C-meqLr5DEY/S1_4xEWZVPI/AAAAAAAAAHs/O5-084Jbz1E/s1600-h/17839_270099272908_599392908_3357181_7552350_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"><img border="0" height="320" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_C-meqLr5DEY/S1_4xEWZVPI/AAAAAAAAAHs/O5-084Jbz1E/s320/17839_270099272908_599392908_3357181_7552350_n.jpg" width="240" /></span></span></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"><br />
</span></span> </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">On the road again. My mouth is open in attempts to catch some tasty flying insects for some mid-ride nutrition.</span></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_C-meqLr5DEY/S1_6PM2HmwI/AAAAAAAAAH0/9A6AvZyP4C4/s1600-h/17839_270099277908_599392908_3357182_2225338_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"><img border="0" height="320" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_C-meqLr5DEY/S1_6PM2HmwI/AAAAAAAAAH0/9A6AvZyP4C4/s320/17839_270099277908_599392908_3357182_2225338_n.jpg" width="240" /></span></span></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"><br />
</span></span> </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">Me, talking to a man about a horse. It was a rather long conversation.... What?</span></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_C-meqLr5DEY/S1_60GFGQAI/AAAAAAAAAH8/TNHiARp8ejU/s1600-h/17839_270099292908_599392908_3357184_1408232_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"><img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_C-meqLr5DEY/S1_60GFGQAI/AAAAAAAAAH8/TNHiARp8ejU/s320/17839_270099292908_599392908_3357184_1408232_n.jpg" /></span></span></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: auto;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"><br />
</span></span> </div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">The group at Quail Lake.</span></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_C-meqLr5DEY/S1_8Lm-e_SI/AAAAAAAAAIE/lU5j5qXESJ4/s1600-h/17839_270099367908_599392908_3357194_7300876_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"><img border="0" height="240" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_C-meqLr5DEY/S1_8Lm-e_SI/AAAAAAAAAIE/lU5j5qXESJ4/s320/17839_270099367908_599392908_3357194_7300876_n.jpg" width="320" /></span></span></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"><br />
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</span></span> </div><div style="font: 12.0px Times New Roman; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">Ride #2</span></span></b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"> </span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">(Saturday): Night ride to a nearby bike shop. I was the only voice of reason in the bunch, saying it was going</span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"> to get dark, and cold, and miserable, and we were all going to regret our decisions… We all went anyways. Oh, and guess what? I was right! Turns out that in January, when the sun goes down, temperature drops like 20 degrees or so. Who could have known that though, right?...</span></span></div><div style="font: 12.0px Times New Roman; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">Total Miles: 20-ish</span></span></div><div style="font: normal normal normal 12px/normal 'Times New Roman'; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"> </span></span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">Starting to suffer the consequences of our poor choices.</span></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_C-meqLr5DEY/S1_-hCMOTEI/AAAAAAAAAIU/bAY61N9UM0M/s1600-h/17839_270099402908_599392908_3357197_6308653_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"><img border="0" height="240" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_C-meqLr5DEY/S1_-hCMOTEI/AAAAAAAAAIU/bAY61N9UM0M/s320/17839_270099402908_599392908_3357197_6308653_n.jpg" width="320" /></span></span></a></div><div style="font: normal normal normal 12px/normal 'Times New Roman'; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"><br />
</span></span> <span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"> </span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"> </span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"> </span></span></div><div style="font: normal normal normal 12px/normal 'Times New Roman'; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"></span></span></div><div style="font: 12.0px Times New Roman; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">Ride #3</span></span></b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"> </span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">(Sunday): The longest ride of the trip. We started in Coral Canyon and took a huge loop up Snow Canyon, down “the wall”, out around through Gunlock… (and that’s about where I lost tract of where the heck we were).</span></span></div><div style="font: 12.0px Times New Roman; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">Total Miles: 70-ish</span></span><br />
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</span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"> </span></span></div><div style="font: 12.0px Times New Roman; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"> </span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"> </span></span></div><div style="font: normal normal normal 12px/normal 'Times New Roman'; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">Cyclists do all they can for that extra "power" on the bike- Even if it means getting glittery, sparkly, girl tattoos at Walmart and applying them just before the ride... They worked.</span></span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"> </span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"> </span></span><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_C-meqLr5DEY/S2AKb0ZE8vI/AAAAAAAAAJ0/_ENyzg24_hk/s1600-h/17839_270099452908_599392908_3357203_623579_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; display: inline !important; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"> </span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"><img border="0" height="200" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_C-meqLr5DEY/S2AKb0ZE8vI/AAAAAAAAAJ0/_ENyzg24_hk/s200/17839_270099452908_599392908_3357203_623579_n.jpg" width="150" /> </span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: none; color: black;"></span></span></span></a><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_C-meqLr5DEY/S2AKJ06BZuI/AAAAAAAAAJs/l22ycxd0-lk/s1600-h/17839_270099427908_599392908_3357199_6326456_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; display: inline !important; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"><img border="0" height="200" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_C-meqLr5DEY/S2AKJ06BZuI/AAAAAAAAAJs/l22ycxd0-lk/s200/17839_270099427908_599392908_3357199_6326456_n.jpg" width="150" /></span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: none; color: black;"></span></span></span></a><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"> </span></span><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_C-meqLr5DEY/S2AKEgBIXaI/AAAAAAAAAJk/QxZDEwVrJBA/s1600-h/17839_270099437908_599392908_3357201_6414856_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; display: inline !important; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"><img border="0" height="200" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_C-meqLr5DEY/S2AKEgBIXaI/AAAAAAAAAJk/QxZDEwVrJBA/s200/17839_270099437908_599392908_3357201_6414856_n.jpg" width="150" /></span></span></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">Not quite sure what Matt is looking for back there... But Mason's happy to be here!</span></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_C-meqLr5DEY/S2AB_GHOXlI/AAAAAAAAAI8/IdSXIt5kIm8/s1600-h/17839_270099467908_599392908_3357205_6259773_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"><img border="0" height="320" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_C-meqLr5DEY/S2AB_GHOXlI/AAAAAAAAAI8/IdSXIt5kIm8/s320/17839_270099467908_599392908_3357205_6259773_n.jpg" width="240" /></span></span></a></div><div style="font: normal normal normal 12px/normal 'Times New Roman'; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"><br />
</span></span> <span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"> </span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"> </span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"> </span></span></div><div style="font: normal normal normal 12px/normal 'Times New Roman'; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">Oh, hey coach!</span></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_C-meqLr5DEY/S2ACS9HvRqI/AAAAAAAAAJE/sWldzTMlCns/s1600-h/17839_270099622908_599392908_3357223_3375073_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"><img border="0" height="320" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_C-meqLr5DEY/S2ACS9HvRqI/AAAAAAAAAJE/sWldzTMlCns/s320/17839_270099622908_599392908_3357223_3375073_n.jpg" width="240" /></span></span></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"><br />
</span></span> <span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"> </span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">Special thanks to the support car crew</span></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_C-meqLr5DEY/S2ACf3qkM6I/AAAAAAAAAJM/OzumgOMacn0/s1600-h/17839_270099652908_599392908_3357226_5633444_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"><img border="0" height="240" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_C-meqLr5DEY/S2ACf3qkM6I/AAAAAAAAAJM/OzumgOMacn0/s320/17839_270099652908_599392908_3357226_5633444_n.jpg" width="320" /></span></span></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"><br />
</span></span> </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">Blown out tire. Sounded like a shotgun went off right behind me!</span></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_C-meqLr5DEY/S2AC5djFW6I/AAAAAAAAAJU/SUo-c_9KC2A/s1600-h/17839_270099657908_599392908_3357227_5695454_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"><img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_C-meqLr5DEY/S2AC5djFW6I/AAAAAAAAAJU/SUo-c_9KC2A/s320/17839_270099657908_599392908_3357227_5695454_n.jpg" /></span></span></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: auto;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"><br />
</span></span> </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">Hey Joe, go ahead and give us a summary of the ride in one hand motion.</span></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_C-meqLr5DEY/S2ADSsEAaBI/AAAAAAAAAJc/_z4XvQf9Mas/s1600-h/17839_270099782908_599392908_3357244_4358707_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"><img border="0" height="320" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_C-meqLr5DEY/S2ADSsEAaBI/AAAAAAAAAJc/_z4XvQf9Mas/s320/17839_270099782908_599392908_3357244_4358707_n.jpg" width="240" /></span></span></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"><br />
</span></span> <span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"> </span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"> </span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">The remaining Sunday hours were carried out predominantly on a bed/couch/floor and involved hot tub relaxation, turkey dinner feasts, and LOTS of Tiger Balm*.</span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"><br />
</span></span> <span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"> </span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">*Don't rub your eyes after application. It burns like the fires of a thousand suns! </span></span></div>Eric Peteyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04028967898974684883noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6993922214862303337.post-6997657023191654952010-01-07T17:37:00.002-07:002010-03-05T19:50:09.526-07:00Fiesta Bowl 2010<span style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: x-large;"><div class="MsoNormal"><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">Old Father Time has been good to me this last year, as I have neglected to keep this world-wide-web version of a journal updated due to the lack of “I’m bored and need something to do” time. My deepest and most apathetic apologies go out to those who have starred at this non-updated blog and slowly slipped into madness.</span></span></div></div></div><div class="MsoNormal"><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><br />
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</span></span> </div></div></div><div class="MsoNormal"><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">A) the list is already too long</span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><o:p></o:p></span></span></div></div></div><div class="MsoNormal"><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">B) I will probably procrastinate it till mid March</span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><o:p></o:p></span></span></div></div></div><div class="MsoNormal"><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">C) the list doesn’t even really exist…</span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><o:p></o:p></span></span></div></div></div><div class="MsoNormal"><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><br />
</span></span> </div></div></div><div class="MsoNormal"><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">What better way to Kick off “2KX Documentaries” (2010 in roman numerals- for those of you that didn’t go to college) than a good ol’ fashion road trip.</span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><o:p></o:p></span></span></div></div></div><div class="MsoNormal"><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><br />
</span></span> </div></div></div><div class="MsoNormal"><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">Destination: Glendale, AZ</span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><o:p></o:p></span></span></div></div></div><div class="MsoNormal"><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">Purpose: Fiesta Bowl (TCU vs. BSU)</span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><o:p></o:p></span></span></div></div></div><div class="MsoNormal"><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">Slogan/Motto: “What’s up chubbies?”</span></span><span style="font-size: medium;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"><o:p></o:p></span></span></div></div></div><div class="MsoNormal"><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"><br />
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<span style="font-weight: bold;">DAILY DOCUMENTARY DECEMBER</span><br />
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The idea came to me in a dream (after falling asleep on the couch watching one too many of old "The Office" re-runs). <br />
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The next day just so happened to be December the First- extremely convenient!<br />
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The following posts will be short videos Documenting my DAYS in the December!<br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #b3b3b3; font-family: 'trebuchet ms', Trebuchet, Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large; font-weight: bold; line-height: 20px; white-space: pre-wrap;">http://www.youtube.com/user/ericpetey</span>Eric Peteyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04028967898974684883noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6993922214862303337.post-39722019856726435222009-01-10T21:10:00.004-07:002009-01-10T21:36:40.673-07:00FANtasticThe law of statistics has shown that I cannot go more than 2 weeks (actually more like 12 days, but that’s getting too technical) without doing something stupid that causes physical harm to myself. The problem is that I too often tend to act (or speak) before I think.<br /><br />For the sake of saving myself time, I won’t explain all of my past brainless acts (its just too emotionally painful). Now some might wonder, “Why would you tell anyone how stupid you are?” A great inquiry; the answer is simple. I figure the more people that know about my problem/disease/unfortunate series of events, the more often people can warn me, “You might want to think about that.” Or possibly, “Hey, you sure you want to do this?”<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_C-meqLr5DEY/SWl19vbP0gI/AAAAAAAAAEU/pZnh5L8HP60/s1600-h/Bedroom_Master+AB3.jpg"><img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 217px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_C-meqLr5DEY/SWl19vbP0gI/AAAAAAAAAEU/pZnh5L8HP60/s320/Bedroom_Master+AB3.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5289888940886577666" /></a><br />Situation: The room has 10 foot ceilings, an unmade bed, a ceiling fan rotating at maximum speed, and me laying on the floor bleeding from a mysterious head wound. (Much like picture shown)<br /><br />30 seconds before: <br />(During a routine room cleaning, I usually save the bed-making for last. I find it easiest to make a queen-sized bed by standing on the bed pulling the sheets onto the mattress. To get the top quilt evenly placed on the bed, I grab it by the top corners, and billow it up and down until it spreads out and lands perfectly in place.) This method has proven itself to be very efficient over the last few years… But usually there aren’t spinning wooden blades of death above the bed.<br /><br />Think about this, cause at the time I didn’t. The room has 10 foot ceilings. I am 6’5” and the bed is about 3 feet off the ground, putting my sensitive noggin 9’5” from the floor (or 7” from the ceiling). The helicopter-like fan hangs down about 8” from the ceilng, making a 1” no mans land… The perfect equation for disaster! (Sorry of I lost you with all the numbers, they might not even add up).<br /><br />So, there I was, cleaning my room, feeling good about being productive. I hopped up on the bed, grabbed the quilt to throw it over the mattress. I took one step forward to get a good billow effect, and BOOM! I got chromed in the dome by a pine bladed ceiling fan. The force of the blow knocked me off my feet, and I toppled off the bed, crashing onto the floor.<br /><br />I put my hand to my head, and felt a wet gooey substance in my hair. As I glanced at my hand in my near unconscious state and saw the blood, there was a split second that I thought my brains had been forced out of my head. Further inspection uncovered a minor cut, no stitches needed.<br /><br />I am currently seeking feedback on better ways to make a bed...Eric Peteyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04028967898974684883noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6993922214862303337.post-34734878014818982232008-12-29T22:24:00.004-07:002010-01-19T01:14:47.398-07:00Have a Jarritos!<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_C-meqLr5DEY/SVnN_D9F-7I/AAAAAAAAAEE/uKignpehQcE/s1600-h/bottle.jpg"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 216px; height: 288px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_C-meqLr5DEY/SVnN_D9F-7I/AAAAAAAAAEE/uKignpehQcE/s320/bottle.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5285482120972991410" /></a>To start all you readers off with a small dose of my stupidity/lack of the “think before you act” part in my conscience.… here’s what happened.<br /><br />My buddy Mike Zebe called me up earlier today and said, “Hey man, you wanna go for a warm up run at Kelly’s?” (For you non-Idahoans, that’s a super old school ski hill).<br />I said, “Sure!”<br />He said, “Sweet!”<br />I said, “Meet you up there?”<br />He said, “Sweet!”<br />I said, “Sweet!”<br /><br />So in a ten second conversation, my night was planned. But the foolish act that spawns this tale came as I drove alone in my car up to the ski hill to shred the icy slopes.<br /><br />The night before I had indulged myself with the sweet nectar of the Mexican soda “Jarritos” found at any local 24 hour Mexican food joint, commonly known as Betos or Albertos). This beverage comes in a glass bottle, which is actually relevant to the story.<br /><br />So, I’m stopped at a light in Idaho Falls on my way to Kelly’s, and this empty bottle is in the cup holder. I noticed that the ring finger on my right hand was able to fit into the top of the bottle, but my knuckle wouldn’t fit. I thought to myself, “I wonder if I could fit my whole finger in there.” (Think about that for a second, cause the logic of the whole situation never occurred to me ‘til it was too late.) So to the beat of the music playing, I bounced my finger up and down and then made the plunge….<br /><br />It worked! I got my whole ring finger through the top of the bottle! (For a few seconds I was actually proud of my little accomplishment and I started to smile with satisfaction… but then I realized what I had done.)<br /><br />My immediate reaction was to pull my finger right back out, but it wouldn’t budge. A small panic rushed over me as I pulled and tugged at my hand trying to release it from the Mexican beverage’s death grip, but it was in vain.<br /><br />The car behind me started honking. In my struggles the light had turned green, and I was forced to drive. I tried to keep my cool as I drove down 17th street periodically attempting to yank my finger free. I might have been able to hide the embarrassment from other drivers on the road, but thanks to the icy/snowy conditions, the 10 and 2 steering wheel position was a must.<br /><br />So there I was weaving through traffic, getting all sorts of weird looks from people as the bottle (attached to my finger) flopped around on the dashboard. I turned into a parking lot and stopped the car. I contemplated how I could go about removing the glass finger trap.<br /><br />“I could just pull REALLY hard”… Nope.<br />“I could twist it off”… Nope.<br />“Ding!” Then the light bulb came on. “I’ll just break the bottle!”<br /><br />I got out of the car, swung my hand above my head and smashed the bottle on the asphalt. (I wouldn’t recommend doing that. It hurt REALLY bad). The bottle broke, but the neck of the bottle was still tight around my finger. A jagged glass covering for a finger.<br /><br />“AHHH, YOU STUPID IDIOT!” I shook my hand and screamed in frustration. A few Wendy’s drive thru customers looked at me with wide eyes, probably thinking I was some dude that couldn’t handle the stress of the Christmas season, and had finally snapped.<br /><br />I was desperate now. I tried to hide my hand as I ran into the nearby Wendy’s. I opened the door and rushed to the sink. I used the rapid fire technique on the soap lever and lubricated the broken glass bottle. I counted to three and twisted it free from my finger.<br /><br />I gave a sigh of relief and looked at myself in the mirror. Beads of sweat rolling down my face, a purple ring finger, a broken bottle neck in the sink… and all I could do was laugh.<br /><br />I made it snowboarding, and had a great time, but the moral of todays blog is:<br />1. Think before you go plunging your finger into the top of a bottle, and<br />2. Drink Jarittos! (especially the pineapple one, its real good).Eric Peteyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04028967898974684883noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6993922214862303337.post-51805962928047431382008-10-28T15:40:00.006-06:002008-10-28T16:43:32.817-06:00LeavesNot unlike the average college student, I have perfected the art of procrastination. No matter the importance of the task at hand, (like the test I should be studying for) I always seem to be able to find something more entertaining and seemingly more urgent (like writing on a blog, which, though I tend to imagine masses of people reading, is more like a message in a bottle. It floats around aimlessly for days in the vast ocean before being eaten by some sea creature, digested with a bunch of other fishy juices, and then crapped out on the ocean floor).<br /><br />So, to make the most of this message destined to become fecal matter on the bottom of the ocean, I’ll let you in on some other things I do with my creative procrastination time.<br /><br />The changing colors of fall always inspire me to make changes in my life. I mean, the leaves are green all year, and then right at the last moment of their “leafy lives”, they become all vibrant and colorful. The inspiration is this… If I was to kick the bucket tomorrow (that would suck) but, there are a few things I would like to do. Like be a photographer for a day. (I had to act fast, cause I am very easily distracted. Friends calling with stuff to do, freshly baked cupcakes on the table, a passing butterfly, etc.)<br /><br />We drove down to Utah lake at sunset, and in-between the passing red neck fishermen and cars parked for make-out sessions, I managed to snap a few good ones.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_C-meqLr5DEY/SQeH3hDxPfI/AAAAAAAAAD8/-_tE9JbWF6w/s1600-h/DSC_0572_2.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 130px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_C-meqLr5DEY/SQeH3hDxPfI/AAAAAAAAAD8/-_tE9JbWF6w/s400/DSC_0572_2.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5262324077442448882" /></a><br /><br />I'm sending this into the Dress Barn, or where ever she got that jacket. They can make it a billboard or something. <br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_C-meqLr5DEY/SQeHLin8DPI/AAAAAAAAADs/FqIkMYWmaI4/s1600-h/DSC_0550_2.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_C-meqLr5DEY/SQeHLin8DPI/AAAAAAAAADs/FqIkMYWmaI4/s400/DSC_0550_2.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5262323321948343538" /></a><br /><br />Precious..<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_C-meqLr5DEY/SQeHLU9YyVI/AAAAAAAAADk/I9KF848KER0/s1600-h/DSC_0544_2.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 234px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_C-meqLr5DEY/SQeHLU9YyVI/AAAAAAAAADk/I9KF848KER0/s400/DSC_0544_2.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5262323318280210770" /></a><br /><br />Still precious...<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_C-meqLr5DEY/SQeHK5shnNI/AAAAAAAAADc/4S9_weiDR2M/s1600-h/DSC_0543_2.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 257px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_C-meqLr5DEY/SQeHK5shnNI/AAAAAAAAADc/4S9_weiDR2M/s400/DSC_0543_2.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5262323310961728722" /></a><br /><br />Can't get enough of you two...<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_C-meqLr5DEY/SQeHKOSYCQI/AAAAAAAAADU/tpesiGz2I2w/s1600-h/DSC_0538_2.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_C-meqLr5DEY/SQeHKOSYCQI/AAAAAAAAADU/tpesiGz2I2w/s400/DSC_0538_2.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5262323299309324546" /></a><br /><br />Awwwww...<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_C-meqLr5DEY/SQeHJsx2YII/AAAAAAAAADM/IJhxAAkKYXM/s1600-h/DSC_0530_2.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_C-meqLr5DEY/SQeHJsx2YII/AAAAAAAAADM/IJhxAAkKYXM/s400/DSC_0530_2.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5262323290314530946" /></a><br /><br />That’s what happened when I got inspired by a dying leaf. I took pictures of my friend and my "friend stealer" (she's actually pretty cool...)Eric Peteyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04028967898974684883noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6993922214862303337.post-75335851300587229942008-10-22T23:29:00.002-06:002008-10-26T13:06:19.107-06:00Following The CrowdDespite my past reluctance to follow the latest trend of blogging (as I have always pegged it to be for those who are either married or going through an early mid-life crisis) I have decided to make the jump onto the ban wagon, and I’m taking the first steps to becoming an official blogger! Now, I know what you’re thinking, “What brought about this drastic change in opinion?” Though I am still completely oblivious to that answer, I believe I have a couple logical explanations.<br /><br />1) Not that I have a plethora of stories worth reading or thoughts worth hearing, but ever since the new fad of “girlfriends” came out (which is slowly eating my friends and spittin ‘em back out as a big chewed up, boring, hermit crab, non-social people that used to be my friends) I have nobody to share the events of my life with. So at least this way I have some sort of artificial sense of being heard.<br /><br />2) Past experience has proven that I am unable to stand in opposition to something for too long without eventually experimenting with the very thing I claim to be so against. For example, I once shared the views of 90% of males that shaving your legs is for the female race, and any dude who indulges in this act has just checked off 1 of 5 qualifications of being classified as a “faggot”. But thanks to the consequences of a lost bet made with a certain “swim coach”, I shaved my legs. Due to my hypocritical actions, I experienced taunting and puzzled looks from my peers. When asked to explain myself, I blame the situation on my avid cycling habits, rationalizing that it makes some sort of difference in speed and road rash recovery. The truth I never tell is that there is no better feeling than slipping into the bed sheets with freshly shaven legs (except for maybe a pair of brand new socks, or driving on a full tank of gas). That’s right folks, I am now 1/5 faggot…<br /><br />So here is where the experimentation starts. We’ll see if it proves to be as good as shaving your legs.Eric Peteyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04028967898974684883noreply@blogger.com3