Pictures Don't Lie

In contemplating the vast enormities of the universe I have learned many things. One is that Yu-Gi-Oh! is not a quality substitute for Pokémon. Second, World of Warcraft is not a quality substitute for life. Third, pictures are pretty cool. Like, way interestingly cool. For many reasons, one of which is something my older brother used to tell me; pictures don't lie. Later I found out that this is not an appropriate thing to say to a girl in response to, "This picture makes me look fat". But still, really, pictures=pretty cool.

So, the other day, my friend Paige showed me this awesome website of amazing portraits of people. Seriously I was hurting I was laughing so hard. I hadn't laughed that hard in a very long time. Wow.

Anyway I thought that I would share some of the awesome pictures in order for all of you poeple who read this blog could get a laugh as well. Here are some of the highlights, in increasing order of awesomeness:

9. Random picture of 4 guys.

8. Cindy

7. Jerry.

6. Jakob.

5. Eric and his girlfriend. It kind of reminds me of David Bowie's hair in the Labyrinth (thank goodness Eric wore pants instead of the spandex)

5. Brothers. Ok, so this wasn't as weird as the others, but the dude on the right just looks so much cooler than the older brother:

4. Bernard . . . gotta love technology

3. The Creepers (ok, so i couldn't find their name, but seriously! look at the dude's eyes!)

2. Cousins

1. And by far, the best school picture ever taken, . . . prepare yourselves.

Christine:

Anyway, have a good day everyone.

Cool Picture #2

SPRING BREAK!!!!!!!!!!!!! Life is wonderful.

oh, to add to the awesomeness of Spring Break, the other day I saw this freaking awesome sign outside. I wonder what the guy who put this up was on. Mabye he was just having a bad day and didn't realize that most bikes are ridden right-side up.

Just an Awesome Picture

So, one of my mission buddies posted some pictures. I just thought i had to put this on my blog. It was just too awesome of a picture not to.

In case you were wondering, this is how i taught people in Brazil. Just when they refused to let me in the house.

What the?

In response to many people's (not peeples) questions, and contrary to popular belief, this is not a dead chicken in my hand. Yes. That is a banana. Yes. It was on the floor in my car previous to the race and a guy named Ryan squished it into the floor. Yes. i still need to clean my car floor.

It was actually really interesting. We were driving to Prescott and I smelled a smelly smell and said, "Man, what is that funky smell?" It smelled like squished banana in my car. But that couldn't be, you see, I had very (not so) carefully placed the banans in the back of my car. Could not figure out what the hek it was . . . till we got to the motel. I found it.

Anyway, this next picture pretty much explains Ragnar relays; we all really felt like Steve (look next to the back tire)

And this was just a random finishing picture.

Ragnar

So, question of the day. What do you get when you cross 2796 crazy people with 201.9 miles and way too much time on their hands? (hint: it's not NASCAR)

Answer: Ragnar relay.

So this past weekend I ran on a team of twelve people and we ran from Prescott to Mesa. Do you know what happens to your legs after running for 27 and 1/2 hours? they explode. Like mine did.
Honestly, it was a blast. Incredibly fun. Mucho funo (that's spanish, in case you were wondering, pronounced fun--oh).

Here are some of the highlights:

1. I finished my first leg of the race, I had been running hard, and i was ready to hand off the baton....and my team wasn't there. They had completely passed the handoff place and had just kept going. So I waited for about 5 or 6 mins (the other teams began to catch up) and then the big blue van came, out hopped my mom and she ran over took the baton and took off. Now, this whole incident wouldn't have been so bad, but about 6 hours later, while we were resting, a really cute girl (as cute as you can get while smelling like 8 hours of BO) came up to me and said, "Hey are you that guy that was hauling at the beginning of the race?....and then your team wasn't there?" she laughed. I dropped kicked her... in my mind.

2. We passed through a place called Peeples Valley. No joke. Peeples. What were they thinking? I mean, come on! Who on Earth would name a city Peeples? Maybe they just didn't no how two spel verie whel an desided two naim the plase "Peeples". Basically, it was really a lot more funny for everyone who was in our van because we had had 2 hours of sleep in the past 24 hours, and we were all high on 18 miles worth of endorphins, or endofins, (maibe i should lern how to spel tue).

And finally, 3. One of our teammates was attacked by a pack of dogs. No joke. Conrad Spencer came up to us after one of his legs and told us that a huge pack of dogs came after him and started attacking him. At first I thought he was messing around, but no, he was very serious. Anyway, he fought them off with his headlamp that he was using and he survived. (for the record, he almost can't see at all without his glasses, so we really aren't sure if he was attacked by dogs or a pack of angry desert gnomes....whatever the heck those are)

Anyway, this weekend was a blast, and the endorphins are finally beginning to leave my system.