Sunday, September 23, 2012
Park City In The Fall!
Fall is here! The trees are changing colors, and it's breath-taking. I took a few shots. Join the fall madness:
Wednesday, September 19, 2012
TMFH: Soccer
I'm super intense when it comes to soccer. Some guys can't handle my intensity. I'm glad you can.
Wait... CAN you? Bwa ha ha ha!
Wait... CAN you? Bwa ha ha ha!
Sunday, September 16, 2012
TMFH: Church
This past week was horrible and stressful for me. I went to church today feeling down because of it, but by the time I left I felt wonderful, full of hope and ready to tackle another week. Having a good relationship with God is the best way to cheer me up. So, if you ever see me down, pray with me, take me to church, take me to a place that will bring me closer to God.
Friday, September 14, 2012
TMFH: Car Registration
One thing I dislike about Utah is how much trouble I have to go through to register my car every year. This is why I usually avoid the process until I get a ticket for expired registration. I hope you will do this for me one day. I'm terrible at it.
Wednesday, September 12, 2012
TMFH: Chocolate, Dark Chocolate
Dark chocolate is divine. If you do not agree, I will gladly eat all of your dark chocolate for you. If you do agree, we can share.
Friday, September 7, 2012
TMFH: Teaching
I'm afraid the longer I am not married to you, the more I am becoming married to my job. What am I in love with? Teaching, among other things. I love helping my students learn. I guess it fulfills the human need to make a real connection with people, to help people, to have a positive impact in someone's life.
Tuesday, September 4, 2012
TMFH: New things
I love new things. New books. New pens. New places. New friends. New shoes.
They completely belong to me. I get to read them, annotate in the margins, and highlight my favorite parts. I get to write while the ink is still smooth and thick. I get to experience them for the first time. I get to make my own judgements. I get to wear them in to fit.
They completely belong to me. I get to read them, annotate in the margins, and highlight my favorite parts. I get to write while the ink is still smooth and thick. I get to experience them for the first time. I get to make my own judgements. I get to wear them in to fit.
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