
Raced on the Alpine Slide (man oh man I totally won),
Ate breakfast in Heber,

Drove back to Park City and rode the Alpine Coaster,
Went on a shopping spree,

Rode horses around Timpanogos ,
And ate dinner in The Tree Room at Sundance.
The shocking exploits from the unbelievable life of an extraordinary young man that would alter the course of the world forever...



I wish I was pregnant! I mean just look at all of the advantages. I'm going to be dragging Ashlee all over town now every time I go anywhere because I hate driving around crowded parking lots the size of Texas only to find the last empty spot miles from the store entrance.
Soooo you throw up a few times, develop an insatiable appetite, gain a little weight and become a bit more emotional but seriously, to be able to park right up front... totally worth it! Besides, your husband loves you and he will do whatever it takes to make you happy.
post script:
here's to all the ladies I know who are currently expecting (Cami, Kristin, Laura, mom...totally kidding!, and Sarah) who have rubbed off on me and Ashlee. Rather, Ashlee and I.
When you consider that Ashlee and I had both been sick all week prior to Lotoja this year (let alone busy working in the yard all summer instead of training) I'd say we did well. We both rode for two different Great Harvest relay teams. I rode two legs for my team and Ashlee rode one for her team. We timed it just right so as I rode through Afton, Ashlee hopped on her bike and pulled me to Alpine.
I wish that I could get my hair to stay like this for days after a bike ride. Alas, no hairspray is strong enough.


So one of my friends just got a new phone that streams live television via cell reception. It's a little unlike portable tv's of the past because this thing actually works. Hate to say it though, but as cool as it is doesn't it seem about 10 years too late?
So for those of you who know me (lucky suckers) you know that I am a pretty big sport’s fan. Yah that’s right. I qualify as one of the unwashed, unread morons that scream and yell at the TV, throw the remote and then curse the gods for my misery when a group of athletes break my heart.It’s like talking about your blog. Nothing wrong with having a blog (I hope) just don’t talk about it. If someone else brings it up, fine. But don’t ever start a sentence, “So have you read my blog? I wrote yesterday about how SHSHSHSHSHSH”. See that’s what happens to the person listening. Your voice turns into white noise. Talking about fantasy football does the same thing. Here, I'll prove it...
"So I drafted both Plaxico Burress and Terrell Owens, but I could only play one of them so I decided to SHSHSHSHSHSH". See.
Now, if on the other hand you want to talk about the actual game, let's shoot the bull...
But it has to be real football, a game that actually happened and was a documented event witnessed by those not watching Lord of the Rings instead of the game (wait? She's in Lord of the Rings? Can we TiVo the game?) Your brilliance in managing a fantasy team exists only in the world of hypotheticals and therefore is of no value to anyone outside of that same land of make believe.
Well my friends, that is exactly what happened last week in Yankee Stadium. In the 8th inning, 2007 Rookie of the Year Dustin Pedroia hit a grand slam, clinching the game and the last series played between the Red Sox and the dirty dirty Yankees in Yankee Stadium. It also effectively killed whatever hope the filthy Yankees had of catching the Red Sox in the wild card race. For the first time since 1994, the most evil team in professional sports (Lakers are a close second) will not be in the playoffs. So there Steinbrenner.