Ice-Cream is awesome

Reason # 544 that i love Tucson:

Nuclear Explosions.

Well, actually, Tucson has not been blown to smithereens (not exactly sure how to spell that, smytheryines? smitherreenes? smitherines? oh well) This is a picture of a Tucson Sunset taken by me on my ever-so awesome camera phone. Yeah....I definitely need to get a better camera.... and learn how to take pictures. Anyway, the sunset was really pretty.

So I went to Mesa yesterday and went to the Mesa Temple and that was a blast. I love it there. The feeling of peace is incredible inside the temple. I just feel like being a better person every time I go. Afterwards I drove over to MC's house and talked with her and my cousin Kayla and her awesome husband Kallam (pronounced like "Kayla"with and "m" at the end) ....it's so fun saying their names kind of jumbled like "Hey! Kaylamsjsm!" and see both of them look at you. Ok, so it's really juvenile and they probably get so annoyed with everyone doing it, but . . . .it doesn't stop it from being incredibly fun. Afterwards, MC and I went and bought ice-cream. Not to go off on a tangent, but I love Ice-cream. So amazing. While being down here in Tucson I have learned from several women that ice-cream can be used as an anti-depressant, which is also a good explanation for why I am not miserable all the time. There’s always a carton in our freezer (for the record, it’s not always mine). This does not, however, explain why I have yet to reach 150 pounds. Dang metabolism.

Back to the thought about people that have about the same name as Kayla, there is a girl in Tucson (for our purposes we will call her Shayla) who hates me. I'm not entirely sure why Shayla hates me. It's probably because I need a haircut (which I really do). Shayla came over today and let me know that I am the scum of the earth. Anyway, it never ceases to amaze how girls can just look at you with one look, and in that one look let you know that you are the most horrible thing to ever have been created since the invention of the accordian. But, oh well, she probably just needed to go eat some ice-cream.

The First Post.....

Well i now have a blog. Pretty cool huh? I figured it was about time. So I thought I'd start out with a lame little story which will explain the address to this site (joerickles.blogspot) When I was in high school I ran cross country. I had run a race and had gotten a medal, but when they called out my name in front of everyone, they call out, "10th place (or whatever number....10th sounds better than it probably was) Joseph Rickles!" The rest of the year my name was changed. It was now Rickles. I've never really figured out why the announcer decided to add an “le” in between the “k” and the “s”, but I’ve never lived it down (ask Larissa Bratt). Luckily in Tucson no one knows this story, and now for some reason I’m loading this up on my blog. Weird.



Anyway, while I’m on the whole high school cross country thing I thought I might add another other awesome story about my past running days. I’ll never forget the day that the announcer (this was at the Hopi Invitational I think) said over the loudspeaker, “Come on by the concussion stand and get some Gatorade.” I never found out what the concussion stand was, but I was not going over there.

Here's a picture of me and some people from the team my Senior Year of High School (Wow I was really little!) The one on hte second to the left is my little sister Mary Catherine

I still love running. Once you’re out of shape and try to start getting back in shape it’s horrible. Blah! I’m getting back in shape though. It’s one of my New Years resolutions that I’ll probably break in about a month from now.