tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5940067798794674632023-11-15T22:37:16.263-08:00Danville Boys . comThe Danville Boyshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12709793787679947415noreply@blogger.comBlogger81125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-594006779879467463.post-52639994961570652822009-11-20T14:03:00.000-08:002009-11-20T14:24:52.526-08:00River ApesIt is a peaceful day on the river…<br /><br />Youth and leaders gather along the shoreline, eagerly forming groups as we prepare to embark on our aquatic adventure. It’s our ward opening social, a rafting trip down the American River. Deacons huddle up around their boats, discussing strategy for impressing the girls. Beehives nervously gather around their leaders and dads, not knowing what to expect. Everyone else is rapidly jumping off the bridge across the river, hoping to get a turn before someone “responsible” puts an end to it.<o:p></o:p><p class="MsoNormal">Finally the time comes to launch. The group crowds together and a young woman offers the prayer, asking for protection as we enjoy the day. (Little does she know how much protection she is actually going to need...)<o:p></o:p></p><p class="MsoNormal">After some time on the river passes and everyone is finally wet, people begin to relax. The water is smooth and the warm sun feels good on wet backs and faces. A boat full of beehives pulls in their oars and decides to let the river just carry them for a while. One beehive leans over the side and casually lets her fingers drag over the surface of the water. Suddenly she notices a sound. It is faint and coming from a distance, but it is a sound that strikes fear into the very center of her heart. She signals to her companions to keep quiet. Everyone hushes down, straining their ears to hear the noise.<o:p></o:p></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:9pt;">Ooo! Ooo-Ahh! Ooo, Ooo, Ooo-Ahh! </span></p><p class="MsoNormal">“ROOOWWWWW,” Their leader screams! The girls frantically scramble to scoop up their oars and turn their raft around in the right direction. But it is too late.<o:p></o:p></p><p class="MsoNormal">Ooo! Ooo-Ahh! Ooo, Ooo, Ooo-Ahh!<o:p></o:p></p><p class="MsoNormal">The noise is getting louder, coming closer every second. Then, in a second of terror that those young girls will always remember, their doom comes into view.<o:p></o:p></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:14pt;">Ooo! Ooo-Ahh! Ooo, Ooo, Ooo-Ahh!</span><o:p></o:p></p><p class="MsoNormal">The sight that meets their eyes tells them that their hopes of escape are in vain. The raft that is rapidly closing the gap between them is fully loaded with 10 of the savagest young men to ever walk the earth.<o:p></o:p></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:16pt;">Ooo! Ooo-Ahh! Ooo, Ooo, Ooo-Ahh!<o:p></o:p></span></p><p class="MsoNormal">Four boys line each side of the raft, each one rowing with his might, using an oar that had been won from another raft. One sits at the back of the raft, using an oar as a rudder to steer. And one is positioned at the front of the raft, repeatedly pounding on the nose of the raft, keeping time for the rowers. Each priest has a look of hunger on their face. Their raft is moving fast enough to fly across the surface of the water, leaving wake like a ski boat.<o:p></o:p></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:18pt;">Ooo! Ooo-Ahh! Ooo, Ooo, Ooo-Ahh!<o:p></o:p></span></p><p class="MsoNormal">As the raft approaches at ramming speed, girls flee to the far side of their boat, taking refuge behind two of their male leaders. Then, as the boats come within 15 feet of each other, something unexpectedly changes. All the rowers in the boy’s boat suddenly drop off the sides into the center. Two of the most fearless boys spring up from the back of the boat, sprinting along the side runners of the boat, and bouncing off of the boats nose, sending them soaring through the air like birds of prey. The flyers spread their arms as they glide toward their targets, two male leaders who have taken their place at the head of the defense. The leaders look up in horror to see two bodies flying towards their heads. They only have time to lift their arms in defense before they are struck with full force. One boy latches on to a leader, pulling him off of his feet and directly into the water. The other boy hits his target and knocks him down to the bottom of the boat, pinning him to the rubber just as soon as the boys raft closes the gap between the two boats.<o:p></o:p></p><p class="MsoNormal">The battle has begun. One boy digs in his oar hard right, bringing the broad sides of the boat together. Two boys stretch out across the divide, using their bodies as human duct tape to bind the two boats temporarily as one. Absolute pandemonium ensues. Amid screams of terror from the girls, a tidal wave of boys pours from one boat to the other. Girls are thrown left and right into the water, several of them throwing themselves in order to escape this onslaught of savageness. Two boys strain their backs to lift the last, slightly overweight, male leader into the water. The deck is clear. The boys let out a final roar of triumph.<o:p></o:p></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:16pt;">Ooo-Ahh!</span><o:p></o:p></p><p class="MsoNormal">The conquered raft is swept for supplies. Three oars, one water cannon, and a cooler full of water bottles. Leaving one oar and the cooler, the victors take their spoil and return to their raft. The conquered float in the water by the side of their boat, waiting for the chance to climb back into the safety of their raft. As the boys take up their oars to row off into the distance, one final surprise is unleashed. A mighty heave on a rope that had been stealthily slipped into place lifts the far side of their raft up into the air, as the two human duct tapes push down on their side. In a flurry of water and rubber, the victims raft is completely turtled, lying face down in the water. A boy grabs the end of the slip knot and it pulls free of the decimated craft. As they begin to row in rhythm once more, the handle of an oar is extended into the water and grasped by the first flyer who had been swimming alongside the boat. With the strength of three of his comrades behind the oar, he is lifted out of the water as if he weighed no more than a deacon. Everyone resumes their positions and scans downstream without looking back. The deed is done.<o:p></o:p></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:10pt;">Ooo! Ooo-Ahh! Ooo, Ooo, Ooo-Ahh!</span></p><p class="MsoNormal"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiZhahVEt4O71_skwxtb3En5UXEiC8MCHGfHleJCLcWAZ0O_Q8v1wRVd8UX6I-5pAZQHX-0EtDLgPHHS0Dy5vJDDEb4FGiV5HPyfaXNGa8Q_sxlSvcG4hybySF-hZDd9-k7JWfNBd6tgFyo/s1600/river+apes.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 181px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiZhahVEt4O71_skwxtb3En5UXEiC8MCHGfHleJCLcWAZ0O_Q8v1wRVd8UX6I-5pAZQHX-0EtDLgPHHS0Dy5vJDDEb4FGiV5HPyfaXNGa8Q_sxlSvcG4hybySF-hZDd9-k7JWfNBd6tgFyo/s400/river+apes.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5406313941072188242" border="0" /></a></p>MAFhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16342495768984220887noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-594006779879467463.post-20942994738796942372009-10-19T23:57:00.000-07:002009-10-20T00:01:13.536-07:00GenesisI thought it would be fun to use the blog to share some stories about growing up together. I will try to put up at least one story a week. Hope you enjoy. This first one is called Genesis........<br /><br /><p class="MsoNormal">All great adventures have a beginning. Though one might spend years preparing for a journey, the day will come when they shoulder their pack and take a step out the door. It is difficult to say when our adventure together actually began, but this story may be one of our first steps. </p> <p class="MsoNormal"><o:p> </o:p></p> <p class="MsoNormal">It was a Friday night, a sleepover at Josh’s. The Showbiz room promised us a night of freedom and we wanted to make the most of it. So of course, we began the night goofing off on the internet. Wandering into a Mormon chat room, we spent some time harassing Mollymormon86 and beehivejust4u. PJ got his hands on the keyboard and was explaining to a confused audience how he was an indentured servant from Peru. A few strikes of revelation later and llama strings were invented. A legend was born. </p> <p class="MsoNormal"><o:p> </o:p></p> <p class="MsoNormal">As the night wore on, we tired of tormenting innocent girls online, so we began to explore the room. Venturing up into the attic, we stumbled upon someone that would become a dear friend throughout the coming years. The Bear. </p> <p class="MsoNormal"><o:p> </o:p></p> <p class="MsoNormal">When the clock struck one, we felt it was safe to venture outside into the darkness of the night. With us we carried a sack of TP and the courage of men facing their first special op. We meandered down Santa Clara, thinking that we were cleverly masking our secret intentions. (Obviously a group of boys cloaked in black, carrying big sacks of who knows what, strolling down the street in the middle of the night, have nothing but pure motives). <span style=""> </span>We took a right on Allegheny and bee-lined it for the bushes. The target was now in sight. Slowly we crept towards Malan’s house. A few test rolls told us that it was not safe to proceed with our plans. The road was too busy, and they had a light on. Some quick thinking by Josh promised to save the night, so we continued our journey several blocks south and made an assault raid on Keith Lancaster’s house. This also proved to be too great a risk, so we launched a hail mary of rolls over the house and down the sloping roof to the back yard. We returned to our safe house with heads hanging low. Our mission had failed. </p> <p class="MsoNormal"><o:p> </o:p></p> <p class="MsoNormal">After discussing our frustrations, it became clear that we would not allow ourselves to give up so easily. With llama strings in our pockets and our new-found friend to guide us, we once again slipped out the back door into the stillness of the night. Our new target: the Goodmans. </p> <p class="MsoNormal"><o:p> </o:p></p> <p class="MsoNormal">Scouts were sent out and the coast was clear, so we proceeded to unleash our downpour of cascading paper. We made quick work of it. Suddenly, lights flashed around the corner and we all dropped to the ground. Slipping into shadows we eyed the car, looking for lights mounted on the roof. It was clean, and soon turned the corner, disappearing as silently as it had come, like a phantom in the night. After several moments of tense breathing, we emerged and resumed our symphony in white. Without warning the phantom reappeared. With blinding lights it pinned us to our crime. Like rabbits we scattered, each man running for his life. </p> <p class="MsoNormal"><o:p> </o:p></p> <p class="MsoNormal">It is in moments like this when reason fails us. And it is precisely for that reason that I made for the safe house instead of taking cover. The phantom found its target. I ran like an enemy of the state, the car gaining ground by the second. As I strained every muscle in my body to fly like the wind, I could see the shine of the headlights slowly creeping up at my sides, almost overtaking me. In the split second before I was engulfed in light I darted to the left, cutting across the landscaping, and diving behind a bush in Josh’s front yard. Light from the car shined across the front of the house just inches above my head… and then slowly it move on. I had lost them. </p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left: -4.5pt; text-indent: 4.5pt;"><o:p> </o:p></p> <p class="MsoNormal">I lay there in darkness for what seemed like a lifetime, not willing to risk another surprise attack. Eventually I made my way back inside the safe house. The rest of the boys trickled in over the course of the hour. With slaps on the back and full faced grins we recounted our separate tales of victory and escape. As the clock struck three, we reluctantly prepared for sleep. The memories of the night lingered as we closed our eyes, and were relived over and over again in our dreams; the first sweet taste of success. </p> <p class="MsoNormal"><o:p> </o:p></p> <p class="MsoNormal">And so it was that we took our first step out the door, on a journey that would carry us to places unimaginable. </p>MAFhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16342495768984220887noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-594006779879467463.post-80271092634530828972009-10-16T13:11:00.000-07:002009-10-16T13:27:06.551-07:00An Unsuspected Phone Call...Last night as I was carrying a fully-loaded dirty diaper to the trash can, I received an unsuspected phone call.<br /><br />Surprise, surprise! It was Nick BR. He was in Provo and wanted to stop by for a short visit. As we talked, we realized it had been almost an entire year since we had last seen each other. What a tragedy. Incredibly though, as long as it had been, I felt just like I used to when we had seen each other every day for years and years. Some things run too deep to be weathered away by time.<br /><br />I decided last night that I am going to do my best to keep this blog up. In a few short months most of us will be done with school and we will go our separate ways. I know I can't stop this from happening, nor do I want to. What I do want to do though, is to let you guys know how much your friendship means to me. I'm holding on to it.<br /><br />Thanks Nick for calling this to my attention.<br /><br />MaFMAFhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16342495768984220887noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-594006779879467463.post-43159021706926195312009-03-10T13:46:00.000-07:002009-03-10T13:55:18.880-07:00I have a new blog!!<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">What's up boys. Well I saw Maf on campus a few days (or weeks?) ago, and he told me I should have a blog where I post some of my design stuff, so I decided to do it! The site is <a href="http://www.861northdesign.blogspot.com">861northdesign.blogspot.com</a> If you wanna go and hit it up that would be sweet. It would be even better if you could be a follower and invite others to be followers. But not now, cuz I haven't even posted anything. But check it out periodically, add it to your list of blogs to watch and feel free to comment on my designs and what you like and you don't like. Thanks boys.</span></span>Brianhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03803023770816575170noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-594006779879467463.post-60502143061995983162009-01-28T16:59:00.000-08:002009-01-28T17:05:37.826-08:00Boys Meeting Resurrection!!<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://popcultured.files.wordpress.com/2007/07/meatball.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 374px; height: 280px;" src="http://popcultured.files.wordpress.com/2007/07/meatball.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a><br /><span style="font-family: verdana;font-size:180%;" ><span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);">Well homies!</span></span> It's that time again. It's been a long break since our last boys meeting and a long break since we've been paying attention to this blog. Maf and I would like to extend you all an invitation to reunite and get this brotherhood going again. We're meeting this Sunday at 7pm in my, Spen, and Dan's Apartment. Maf's birf is on Saturday (happy b-dizzy Maf) and so we're going to celebrate it boys style with meat balls and cake. Call me if you have any Q's!<br /><br /><br />See ya soooooon!!<br /><br />Peej<br /><img src="file:///C:/WINDOWS/TEMP/moz-screenshot.jpg" alt="" />PJ Andersenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06655441288435271367noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-594006779879467463.post-61640672860378725742009-01-10T08:59:00.001-08:002009-01-10T09:03:35.512-08:00I'm engaged<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgq43rP8XhwacgoEZrez2l7NBiU02Z5XSvlvog_rMzT2M2b-YK0WT-SzFPLb9nmIFNp47cyzC2-5M-88laxKnKbmytrZSIaAWK5VrkwaTnm_uMXVf20moeLHAkwxU96nmKOdZ11pWp9pS0/s1600-h/IMG_1893.JPG"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgq43rP8XhwacgoEZrez2l7NBiU02Z5XSvlvog_rMzT2M2b-YK0WT-SzFPLb9nmIFNp47cyzC2-5M-88laxKnKbmytrZSIaAWK5VrkwaTnm_uMXVf20moeLHAkwxU96nmKOdZ11pWp9pS0/s320/IMG_1893.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5289711600256351826" border="0" /></a><br />Even though some of you just found out that I was dating someone and even though some of you still don't even know, I got engaged last night. Right now, there is no date or place set, just sometime soon after the semester ends.<br /><br />Johnny B.Johnhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08919082695255485808noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-594006779879467463.post-40977096471230383872009-01-08T20:23:00.000-08:002009-01-08T20:27:37.485-08:00GoogooPlex<span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"><span style="font-size:180%;"><span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);">I'</span><span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);">m</span> <span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51);">m</span><span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);">a</span><span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);">r</span><span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 153);">r</span><span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);">ied!</span></span> Thanks for coming to my party (if you came). Alex and I are starting a <span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 102, 255);">bloog</span>, so if you'd like to keep up with us, it is </span></span><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 153, 0); font-family: trebuchet ms;font-size:180%;" >hulmesonastick.blogspot.com</span><span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;" >. If not, we understand. After all, being gay is now cool.</span>Brianhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03803023770816575170noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-594006779879467463.post-55946339224288816762008-09-28T17:07:00.000-07:002008-09-28T17:15:00.599-07:00<div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEixR9YjM4qxqfplWWCwQDg6J8VGKvF6XWslZBzrSeP8a6S3HqJ91gZoST-P3q69g1ETWnlWKkiRmkgDFuwyfyEQaMZGTkp1bsLUJIKE-FYVxpl7NdWbASgR4U2DvOvQBUIZw9YgKREHDDLh/s1600-h/fats.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEixR9YjM4qxqfplWWCwQDg6J8VGKvF6XWslZBzrSeP8a6S3HqJ91gZoST-P3q69g1ETWnlWKkiRmkgDFuwyfyEQaMZGTkp1bsLUJIKE-FYVxpl7NdWbASgR4U2DvOvQBUIZw9YgKREHDDLh/s320/fats.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5251229083161424626" border="0" /></a><br /><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="font-weight: bold;"><span style="font-size:180%;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">Hello Boys<span style="font-size:85%;"><br /></span></span></span></span></span>Welcome back to school<br /><br />love, your buddy Maf<br /></div>MAFhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16342495768984220887noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-594006779879467463.post-73784825871961826302008-08-20T21:58:00.000-07:002008-08-20T22:11:26.897-07:00Hiking Timp<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjYUJAh3MZR9pauS9VOx1qyneUOUUkUDKdBRrmXwG8w5uTiZ18x6U1AWsmlmfWzO2yxabXqQPEKY7lyKrFXewZzdD6kC1ljh1zPwstWlL4m55SdklzTm0mRVoeccVrxn90cc7DrKkNzfUc/s1600-h/IMG_1867%5B1%5D"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjYUJAh3MZR9pauS9VOx1qyneUOUUkUDKdBRrmXwG8w5uTiZ18x6U1AWsmlmfWzO2yxabXqQPEKY7lyKrFXewZzdD6kC1ljh1zPwstWlL4m55SdklzTm0mRVoeccVrxn90cc7DrKkNzfUc/s320/IMG_1867%5B1%5D" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5236833257974405218" border="0" /></a><br /><br />So, as a final hurrah for the summer and since my parents were out here in Utah, we decided to take on the high point of the Wasatch front. We faced extreme difficulty, with only 3 of the 7 who took on the challenge being able to finish, but the mountain was full of life, flowers and a couple of mountain goats that ran away from me.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiOyPWgoFYyQtStkT-sXfwG92h9-n3MN0xJJjgZvMSueT1YpetTSzRfTPmAVgT01hy_IQhVALNma9DNdJOJqpc3YerXsGgHS8G0lwTIcq-zI9Y9aipMhXhnMy6k9YLh-LBvJ11BhWsjjCM/s1600-h/IMG_1856%5B1%5D"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiOyPWgoFYyQtStkT-sXfwG92h9-n3MN0xJJjgZvMSueT1YpetTSzRfTPmAVgT01hy_IQhVALNma9DNdJOJqpc3YerXsGgHS8G0lwTIcq-zI9Y9aipMhXhnMy6k9YLh-LBvJ11BhWsjjCM/s320/IMG_1856%5B1%5D" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5236833249075399330" border="0" /></a><br />But the views from the top were amazing and it was a beautiful day, though the views on Lavell Edwards stadium weren't the best, so I think I will pass on watching football games from there. It was a good time and I recommend it for all who want to prove themselves.<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiwAQIqjNeuKsXlVbbIuFDrVsEfHkMPHukx1vEOcbpl4bd38aORrwuW9SjAcEVCS_VhiIfeuIJXMidZ27SaBYeF7oR5uvyQYH6fYZ9YSDtAS6ljV3aDZ2wlKwF_K4GJ-GZd-isFZnsxKuI/s1600-h/IMG_1883%5B1%5D"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiwAQIqjNeuKsXlVbbIuFDrVsEfHkMPHukx1vEOcbpl4bd38aORrwuW9SjAcEVCS_VhiIfeuIJXMidZ27SaBYeF7oR5uvyQYH6fYZ9YSDtAS6ljV3aDZ2wlKwF_K4GJ-GZd-isFZnsxKuI/s320/IMG_1883%5B1%5D" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5236833265862023810" border="0" /></a>Johnhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08919082695255485808noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-594006779879467463.post-15451939803013482902008-08-18T22:31:00.000-07:002008-08-18T22:48:55.381-07:00naked runs<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgMtioGXsz4gRX1xsrmzB9pVu7gWnZZnjHg1ulShNAq1K7xq38FRYOcYwcfFzbKJasdsZU67bq13rM7BPF4EZKNEePRoWl1T2oJLC-O-rxQYLkkboQlEzMShHxx8Qyc9zYLfVxWA5eZBZc/s1600-h/danville+bowl.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 224px; height: 148px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgMtioGXsz4gRX1xsrmzB9pVu7gWnZZnjHg1ulShNAq1K7xq38FRYOcYwcfFzbKJasdsZU67bq13rM7BPF4EZKNEePRoWl1T2oJLC-O-rxQYLkkboQlEzMShHxx8Qyc9zYLfVxWA5eZBZc/s320/danville+bowl.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5236101347030703602" border="0" /></a><span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:verdana;font-size:180%;" >T</span>onight I had a nice run. I ran from my house to <span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204); font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;font-size:130%;" >The</span><span style="font-style: italic;"> </span><span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);font-size:130%;" ><span style="font-weight: bold;"><span style="font-style: italic;">New</span> D</span></span><span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);font-size:130%;" ><span style="font-weight: bold;">anville Bowl</span></span>. It was dark, so I went shirtless so that my naked whiteness could reflect off the headlights of the oncoming traffic. My plan worked great and I didn't die. When I got to <span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204); font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;font-size:130%;" >The</span><span style="font-style: italic;"> </span><span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);font-size:130%;" ><span style="font-weight: bold;"><span style="font-style: italic;">New</span></span></span><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="font-weight: bold;"><span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"> Danville Bowl</span> </span></span>I walked in with my shirtlessness and everyone stared at me. They all looked like thugs, so I just kept walking. I found my family there and my mom gave me a shirt because moms are the best at clothing their children. I watched the fam bowl a couple frames while listening to the gangsters swear at each other about being thugs. It was cool. Then we went to Yogurt Shack and I got some kona coffee mint butterfinger reeces cookiedough snickers ice cream - exactly what you need after a nice run. While we were there I saw the Stordahl's and a teenage girl fall out of her chair into the store window. It almost broke, but didn't. It was a nice night.PJ Andersenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06655441288435271367noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-594006779879467463.post-19339802354978886052008-08-18T14:11:00.000-07:002008-08-18T14:33:06.515-07:00Josh and Maf... what you never knew<div style="text-align: center;"><div style="text-align: center;"><span id="ResultsSpan"><span style="color: rgb(0, 130, 84);"><b><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);">A few months ago, several of us boys took a personality test to determine what type of people we are. Josh and I were both ranked as idealist counselors. I have included a little description of what it is to be one of us. </span></b></span></span><br /></div></div><span id="ResultsSpan"><span style="color: rgb(0, 130, 84);"><b><br /></b><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);">"Counselors</span></span><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"> have an exceptionally strong desire to contribute to the welfare of others, and find great personal fulfillment interacting with people, nurturing their personal development, guiding them to realize their human potential."</span><br /></span><br /><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);" id="ResultsSpan">"Counselors are scarce, little more than one percent of the population, and can be hard to get to know, since they tend not to share their innermost thoughts or their powerful emotional reactions except with their loved ones. They are highly private people, with an unusually rich, complicated inner life."<br /><br /></span><span id="ResultsSpan"><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);">"Counselors are highly intuitive and can recognize another's emotions or intentions - good or evil - even before that person is aware of them. Counselors themselves can seldom tell how they came to read others' feelings so keenly. This extreme sensitivity to others could very well be the basis of the Counselor's remarkable ability to experience a whole array of psychic phenomena."</span><br /><br /></span><div style="text-align: center;"><span id="ResultsSpan"><span style="font-style: italic;">(Information taken from the Keirsey temperment sorter website)<br /><br /><br /></span><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);font-size:130%;" >Does any of this sound familiar to any of you?</span><span style="font-style: italic;"><br /></span></span></div><span id="ResultsSpan"><br /></span><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhPeyoXnveVyrBMQdAQUknZvpGLm-o392rGTzqm4KBGlyefdRqYlEFS6DoPUACXxAMMO9iFsxPajqSqAsK1LUH4qPF6i_0vbJ2anFXxpT26dkywJLxUdVLuJ5zzmGAeWbR5xZf8WrEytK7A/s1600-h/jedi.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhPeyoXnveVyrBMQdAQUknZvpGLm-o392rGTzqm4KBGlyefdRqYlEFS6DoPUACXxAMMO9iFsxPajqSqAsK1LUH4qPF6i_0vbJ2anFXxpT26dkywJLxUdVLuJ5zzmGAeWbR5xZf8WrEytK7A/s320/jedi.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5235971458339671554" border="0" /></a><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:180%;" ><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 51, 255);">Josh</span></span> and <span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0); font-weight: bold;font-family:verdana;font-size:180%;" >Maf</span><br /><br />May the force will be with you...<br /><br /></div>MAFhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16342495768984220887noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-594006779879467463.post-80389031636651658022008-07-31T20:28:00.000-07:002008-12-11T18:11:19.025-08:00Resurrect a Classic<div style="text-align: center;">How long does it take to resurrect a C.D. that you played to death?<br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /> For me it takes about <span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);font-size:180%;" >5</span> years. Senior year of high school I played Five Iron Frenzy's live album so much that I could not bare to listen to it again. I almost considered throwing it away just to be free of it.<br /></div><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEimAeEPDyjMz4vjgF2qJtEWTm5hH07sCs9nqbEwq9n0iGr7CVMoKyoGr_Uiav0LOFic4URvYGQQPxxrISWA_kD6qf9_OVZ1AQnrVBA0y8HukUA9BK2y9kqmn65ya1jZacIsfVAPpx-DA6SZ/s1600-h/live+FIF.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEimAeEPDyjMz4vjgF2qJtEWTm5hH07sCs9nqbEwq9n0iGr7CVMoKyoGr_Uiav0LOFic4URvYGQQPxxrISWA_kD6qf9_OVZ1AQnrVBA0y8HukUA9BK2y9kqmn65ya1jZacIsfVAPpx-DA6SZ/s320/live+FIF.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5229387479062986562" border="0" /></a><br /><div style="text-align: center;">A few weeks ago I was going through my old C.D.s and I found it and thought I would try it out again. It was awesome. A blast from the past with the <span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255); font-weight: bold;">freshness</span> of a new album. Though I could still sing each song word for word, I was able to fully enjoy them without being sick of them.<br /><br />I send out a call to all of you boys... Remember the days of <span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0); font-family: courier new; font-weight: bold;">Compact Discs</span>, before MP3 players even existed. Search through the <span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 102, 0); font-style: italic;">netherworlds</span><span style="font-style: italic;"> </span>of your old CD cases and find the <span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 0);">forgotten classics</span>. Bring them forth in <span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0); font-weight: bold;">the morning of their first Resurrection</span>, and enjoy music in one of its purest forms.<br /></div>MAFhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16342495768984220887noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-594006779879467463.post-80433708469115944242008-07-21T14:31:00.001-07:002008-07-21T14:31:40.748-07:00I'm engaged.Brianhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03803023770816575170noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-594006779879467463.post-29905887408139789262008-07-20T19:28:00.001-07:002008-12-11T18:11:19.263-08:00Summer Updates<div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">Well guys, I have to say I am a little bit disappointed with the blog.<br /><br />We have all been pretty terrible at posting and commenting this summer.<br />So the purpose of this post is to get everyone else to post.<br />Since we have not had a boys meeting in a while,<br />I don't know what most of you are doing!<br /><br />So make a post or even just a comment on this post<br />and tell us what you have been up to. Where you have been working, what classes you have been taking, any fun adventures you have been on, How your dating life is going, Anything you want to tell us, we want to hear!<br /><br /></div><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhwor0dAPSrfZUoFa7vO73le4lkBpwD4x_kDW5ix5epX5NgTuoNK1MSS80o_TqtYDrVRBAeThU_pwMudV52AiGqLJBgXx2u93G4ofe65FhPjk2hBAHScVgWrXzdQPGh6BMh1aq3csIfZp_Q/s1600-h/116_0342.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhwor0dAPSrfZUoFa7vO73le4lkBpwD4x_kDW5ix5epX5NgTuoNK1MSS80o_TqtYDrVRBAeThU_pwMudV52AiGqLJBgXx2u93G4ofe65FhPjk2hBAHScVgWrXzdQPGh6BMh1aq3csIfZp_Q/s400/116_0342.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5225288793969136466" border="0" /></a><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">So this is a picture of an activity we had the other night at Josh's house. We made spray paint solar systems like those guys in San Francisco make. It was a pretty fun activity and pretty inexpensive.<br /><br />As for me, my life is going really well.<br />I feel I have been really blessed this summer by the Lord.<br /><br />I have had the chance to work three jobs this summer, all of which have been good for me. First I had a research internship at the Fremont Group in San Francisco. That was super fun and I learned a lot. Next I have been working the past month at a place called Cantaloupe Systems, in Berkeley. I have been assisting the accountant there and helping with collecting overdue accounts receivable. It wasn't the funnest job at all, but it was good experience. And finally, I am going to work for pool Chlor again for the last month of summer. This isn't really good experience, or great for my resume, but it's good money, and that's something we need right now.<br /><br />Other than work life is going great. Nicki is 6 1/2 months pregnant<br />and for those who haven't heard we are having a baby boy!<br />We feel so lucky because we have the chance to start our family this year. It is a little bit scary, especially knowing that I have the responsibility to provide for this little family. But again the Lord has been helping us so much, and I know we will be just fine.<br /><br />Well boys, that's pretty much how my life's going right now.<br />What is going on with you guys?<br />Let us know.<br /><br /></div>MAFhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16342495768984220887noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-594006779879467463.post-54258838621229524962008-06-24T13:35:00.000-07:002008-12-11T18:11:19.463-08:00Crossing Columbia<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjDMf5gMWlHsY8u0Tc8_VqHl8DJJEE1LVK2EajeFWj706vBcW0ulmVHMS7prfRGY21HeRPmR_C7gxCyK0B0mHmYmLGKfy9Ugso49rd6aFq8OLAnrnQACtFHRRFJhsVBwUPfogpX4iR9_lM/s1600-h/crossing+handicapped+better.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjDMf5gMWlHsY8u0Tc8_VqHl8DJJEE1LVK2EajeFWj706vBcW0ulmVHMS7prfRGY21HeRPmR_C7gxCyK0B0mHmYmLGKfy9Ugso49rd6aFq8OLAnrnQACtFHRRFJhsVBwUPfogpX4iR9_lM/s400/crossing+handicapped+better.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5215550518378540082" border="0" /></a><br />I just want everyone to know that my brother's band, Crossing Columbia, is flippin rad. They've played a few shows at the Velour in Provo, and they get better every show. Teressa (sister-in-law) is the lead singer, and you guys should listen to them and then come to their concerts in the fall. You can hear their music on <a href="http://www.myspace.com/crossingcolumbia">www.myspace.com/crossingcolumbia</a> . After writing this, i realized my life was so boring, i had to blog about somebody else's life. haha I'm living with David Woodland right now. That's my story. Oh and i almost died and had to go to the Emergency Room. The End.Brianhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03803023770816575170noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-594006779879467463.post-51804481737769700442008-06-19T17:18:00.000-07:002008-12-11T18:11:20.085-08:00Marathon Madness<div style="text-align: center;">Two weeks ago PJ and I ran the <span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);font-size:130%;" ><span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; font-weight: bold;">Nisene Marks Marathon</span></span> in Aptos California.<br />It was a grueling 13 miles <span style="font-weight: bold;">up hill</span>, with a gain of over <span style="font-weight: bold;">2,000 </span>feet,<br />and then we turned around and ran back down.<br />Neither one of us trained enough, but we were both able to finish it.<br /></div><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgzBYIJv0xqcw2mDANOZLlgkOZZ9xpWi2OqyfBAfWao9TqkcpyGxIbDPo_tHIspnZdxx58_aYE7FLuzn4ZUMnl4w4ImdQyr-alAHN5T6zhwoF-yhxH_j_CaG8XWGtOxpwICFan4K3tPQuJ3/s1600-h/116_0183.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgzBYIJv0xqcw2mDANOZLlgkOZZ9xpWi2OqyfBAfWao9TqkcpyGxIbDPo_tHIspnZdxx58_aYE7FLuzn4ZUMnl4w4ImdQyr-alAHN5T6zhwoF-yhxH_j_CaG8XWGtOxpwICFan4K3tPQuJ3/s400/116_0183.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5213754243667660402" border="0" /></a>It was a local marathon, mostly run by old men. Only about 70 people ran it.<br /><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgqJaTIV1LemsignYvHBze-lfjlKPvb5O7AwP-jjz3RWeE_4OoliU6wHUH4xI_EtaYE9Y_7KkOIP8x50PueEUijaXabpThNqtmgDbZXDypjiq7Z8sCXMdMdZuWSnEhKJfp0SgkngzO6D8F5/s1600-h/116_0190.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgqJaTIV1LemsignYvHBze-lfjlKPvb5O7AwP-jjz3RWeE_4OoliU6wHUH4xI_EtaYE9Y_7KkOIP8x50PueEUijaXabpThNqtmgDbZXDypjiq7Z8sCXMdMdZuWSnEhKJfp0SgkngzO6D8F5/s400/116_0190.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5213754246756131698" border="0" /></a>I did surprisingly well for having only ran 12 times in training, (seriously).<br />I got a slower time than my first marathon, but I never hit the wall, which was awesome!<br /></div><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgYvBmcPVnOfmq2ufBtjOeQcvUthJCDnjrxrjzBgZLgD0mhiNUpQqLF_cFcauzuzKvqPWzYgJq2fv6FiwSbpWzJxOObiHHKBIe-t1ZMgnTk_eeC7rAXHXsuOPbzwcT_BkbIvK9xa5IYycQ0/s1600-h/116_0194.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgYvBmcPVnOfmq2ufBtjOeQcvUthJCDnjrxrjzBgZLgD0mhiNUpQqLF_cFcauzuzKvqPWzYgJq2fv6FiwSbpWzJxOObiHHKBIe-t1ZMgnTk_eeC7rAXHXsuOPbzwcT_BkbIvK9xa5IYycQ0/s400/116_0194.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5213754258961826866" border="0" /></a>PJ finished his First Marathon!!<br /><br />Thanks to everyone who came to support us!<br /><br /></div><br /><div style="text-align: center;">For anyone who thinks they are <span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 153, 0);font-size:180%;" >Man</span> enough, PJ and I will be running the<br /><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" ><span style="font-family: courier new;">Top Of Utah Marathon</span></span>, on Saturday September 20th, in Logan, Utah.<br />Josh and Spen are already planning on it.<br /><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">Here is the link for the website.<br /><span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);">http://www.topofutahmarathon.com/ </span><br /><br />Who's ready to become a real man?<br /></div>MAFhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16342495768984220887noreply@blogger.com8tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-594006779879467463.post-75190659353303470192008-06-06T14:10:00.000-07:002008-12-11T18:11:21.050-08:00Fun at the Rodeo<div style="text-align: center;">Well, the <span style="font-family: arial; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 51, 0);">Rodeo </span>was really fun.<br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">Here are some pictures<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEixtO9b1PYxrwAT7_3N5_yRx_C2Si_sT9byg9mgrWmwR_E-r8nt8U8nTq6gg5Yx7cb0FvkZjQfgZc41afhZpthjEiM4DrsEH-yX3v_q0vdImn4Qsiz9yxIYYYZiwUM8F09MzPCNArKMM8Ip/s1600-h/116_0122.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEixtO9b1PYxrwAT7_3N5_yRx_C2Si_sT9byg9mgrWmwR_E-r8nt8U8nTq6gg5Yx7cb0FvkZjQfgZc41afhZpthjEiM4DrsEH-yX3v_q0vdImn4Qsiz9yxIYYYZiwUM8F09MzPCNArKMM8Ip/s200/116_0122.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5208879469034953890" border="0" /></a><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 51, 255);font-size:130%;" >PJ</span> wearing his little sisters cutoff jeans<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgtfaJnQDQw8OrNlYuRaBQrzD1YI_9dJZXyRcyPN3AJQlqWJDYWc-oNNrw44PfriBy-HvuQbB7GhO55wRsgyJpTZ4wfkVRRKzeNKkXLI_ugEPvxC3mRJbQ7A3-m5PGXMn9EVXe7r8hiqcY0/s1600-h/116_0131.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgtfaJnQDQw8OrNlYuRaBQrzD1YI_9dJZXyRcyPN3AJQlqWJDYWc-oNNrw44PfriBy-HvuQbB7GhO55wRsgyJpTZ4wfkVRRKzeNKkXLI_ugEPvxC3mRJbQ7A3-m5PGXMn9EVXe7r8hiqcY0/s200/116_0131.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5208879805317330130" border="0" /></a><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 102, 0);font-size:130%;" ><span style="font-family: courier new;">MaF </span></span>and <span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 102);">Nicki</span> in their cowboy hats<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi54Tqg8G6g2heMQ5DpncWRuFRBg-Ss9fV87s5bldENr97CsUh5e0SphVoUuqYXdxsWGxzs2AGKVElF19UAUM9Ufu2g1X0w7miMl7K6mdmJLxO_W_E9-3puNKgmGw4KIH-v-E4BDrUSNEhv/s1600-h/116_0133.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi54Tqg8G6g2heMQ5DpncWRuFRBg-Ss9fV87s5bldENr97CsUh5e0SphVoUuqYXdxsWGxzs2AGKVElF19UAUM9Ufu2g1X0w7miMl7K6mdmJLxO_W_E9-3puNKgmGw4KIH-v-E4BDrUSNEhv/s200/116_0133.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5208880393988302050" border="0" /></a>A little bit of <span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" >wild cow milking</span> action<br /><br />What fun stuff has everyone else been doing this summer?<br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 51, 0);font-size:180%;" ><span style="font-family: courier new;">MAF</span></span><br /></div>MAFhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16342495768984220887noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-594006779879467463.post-20972138067457039312008-05-29T14:11:00.000-07:002008-12-11T18:11:22.026-08:00Fish are fun!<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgAu_rDEz5w6X64oCWNRx0k3rkj6DS_IePLEka0-epVj8hDqhuq5zIQOVjVw2T2wjrzpBhUn9kjjenU8wpvD33x90qG3jVcR-xZ1coaYR2w4LHCmOg-tBZoBP_3foNn_BD5mSC8pzs6FTY/s1600-h/tank.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgAu_rDEz5w6X64oCWNRx0k3rkj6DS_IePLEka0-epVj8hDqhuq5zIQOVjVw2T2wjrzpBhUn9kjjenU8wpvD33x90qG3jVcR-xZ1coaYR2w4LHCmOg-tBZoBP_3foNn_BD5mSC8pzs6FTY/s400/tank.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5205912357983589234" border="0" /></a><br />So, this summer I, John, become the legal guardian of a fish tank. Or more like a private caretaker. or a volunteer caretaker. Whatever I may be, I feel that I must share with you this one great truth that I have learned: <span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153); font-weight: bold;font-family:arial;" >Fish are Friends, not Food</span></span>. So,<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgQzr3DvRF7ilZ0ljqbl5TvSyjH3H0tdbyBCnzx13apYJvDJtULQr6o0UMJGj-S-9wKd1p_6_WgOZkZ7Df4upTwtNzohRU36eNq9eLgsgBThZCsFnSan0gGXDcrcGAfuhWWmy9op8EXaYM/s1600-h/crab.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgQzr3DvRF7ilZ0ljqbl5TvSyjH3H0tdbyBCnzx13apYJvDJtULQr6o0UMJGj-S-9wKd1p_6_WgOZkZ7Df4upTwtNzohRU36eNq9eLgsgBThZCsFnSan0gGXDcrcGAfuhWWmy9op8EXaYM/s400/crab.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5205912675811169154" border="0" /></a> in an attempt to convince all of you to go and spend all your life savings on little things of joy, rather than big things like women, or school, etc., I felt it my duty to show you these wonderful pictures. Another reason to have a fish: if you ever feel like you don't have a friend, get a fish. You can sit and watch him or her for hours and not be called a peeping tom. And just imagine what a confidence boost it is, knowing that there is a little thing that derives all of its sustenance from you. It cannot do anything for itself, like a little baby. You are actually supporting life.<br /><br /><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEggBvCfwZorm_U8WCceZsUwczRYQGUa9c_ir2Hlwj_ugA6qtTbRGmvjKVejix991CgyQaCGMR58EbXRle5Oj9ApxTz7-A9idkUbqhPNvt0RPeCYLPhj3lrGdo00Y4-jCvr_-mY873-vvYk/s1600-h/crab+and+fish.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEggBvCfwZorm_U8WCceZsUwczRYQGUa9c_ir2Hlwj_ugA6qtTbRGmvjKVejix991CgyQaCGMR58EbXRle5Oj9ApxTz7-A9idkUbqhPNvt0RPeCYLPhj3lrGdo00Y4-jCvr_-mY873-vvYk/s400/crab+and+fish.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5205912684401103762" border="0" /></a><br /><br />Look at the crab and the sad f<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgK2DM1Dv3txAJaKRsH3GHvK1pbbeOLfmMpTVygox2jfRj1pgcTzgi1nyi9EIIp5ZEtdrNg3dT4Tboky39roE9GYA29yo7HhGx2NSS15v1EYqoUF5k0_DdAbByW02rkf62L5P8CLnDSXYk/s1600-h/shrimp+and+molt.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgK2DM1Dv3txAJaKRsH3GHvK1pbbeOLfmMpTVygox2jfRj1pgcTzgi1nyi9EIIp5ZEtdrNg3dT4Tboky39roE9GYA29yo7HhGx2NSS15v1EYqoUF5k0_DdAbByW02rkf62L5P8CLnDSXYk/s400/shrimp+and+molt.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5205913307171361698" border="0" /></a>ish.<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />Look, the shrimp molted!<br /><br /><br />So whenever life gets dark and boring. Get a fish tank.<br /><br />That is my message.<br /><br />Johnnie B.The Danville Boyshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12709793787679947415noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-594006779879467463.post-80848077694205910922008-05-15T22:23:00.000-07:002008-12-11T18:11:22.167-08:00INTERNSHIPS!<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhMLrhhPzQAM9HQKw1JA1CNtDHZDZ030EIn7c9TrpD47PgWe_7dsKGHmcSHBSYhKbooqapXkClvjSt5jEFQQmC8FreE1bGigHXab2u-DK-Wo2dAWRqozKt5WIEQQN49r4z6EnuAk0na0bQ/s1600-h/nerd.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhMLrhhPzQAM9HQKw1JA1CNtDHZDZ030EIn7c9TrpD47PgWe_7dsKGHmcSHBSYhKbooqapXkClvjSt5jEFQQmC8FreE1bGigHXab2u-DK-Wo2dAWRqozKt5WIEQQN49r4z6EnuAk0na0bQ/s320/nerd.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5200868092604292946" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><div style="text-align: left;"><br />Good news!! I got an <span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 51, 255);font-family:verdana;font-size:180%;" >INTERNSHIP</span>!!!! Way big blessing. I'm working at State Farm's Marketing<br /></div>Department and it's gonna be way awesome! Woooooooo!!PJ Andersenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06655441288435271367noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-594006779879467463.post-37694294108372523452008-05-14T21:22:00.000-07:002008-12-11T18:11:22.324-08:00End of silence<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiWe0jItE4LBRZG4dsw1xRrmy_BLJD8298IP2kugnTmPbWlE1XMFZxtLaXkTztXZ6py69bQcqDR-9zjQp6_8gFXVXHWRBgTB34dLWFBje0SoKeYk5mWYJX-irqO7NH3UlL2j7Wc1KqFjLCy/s1600-h/IMG_0253.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiWe0jItE4LBRZG4dsw1xRrmy_BLJD8298IP2kugnTmPbWlE1XMFZxtLaXkTztXZ6py69bQcqDR-9zjQp6_8gFXVXHWRBgTB34dLWFBje0SoKeYk5mWYJX-irqO7NH3UlL2j7Wc1KqFjLCy/s320/IMG_0253.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5200458327481370162" border="0" /></a><br />Boys/ men/ and/ all who are friends family/ wifes or girlfriends<br />It has been a long leave of absence, almost as long as it has been since the I took freshman band as a senior with Phil. ANyway I would like to update you all about what has been going on. Last week meeeeeeg and barb and I went to the big concrete jungle, the apple, the place where hot dog stands on the street, Molex watches, candied peanuts and AL ROQUER rule the world. New York that is. We had a great time we saw phantom of the opera, lion king, the yankees play in yankee stadium, a hobo dance on the subway, a ride in a yellow cab with Habibe, got lost, and even had our airplane catch on fire and make an emergency landing with a firetruck escort once we landed. Then the next week I couldnt resist the invite to go to lake powell where I met some random people, sassed a park ranger and watched the jazz game in a cheap bar surrounded by navajo's who didnt care about the jazz but about the darts tournament. I got my scalp burned so bad that everytime i bend over it looks like its snowing because how bad my scalp is peeling and falling at will. We need to make a trip down there for a few days, its a trip well worth it and so beautiful. Well sorry for the absence and also sorry to have missed the last boys meeting, lust to you all and remember, we be brothers.<br /><br />NBRnbrhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04304095864336938949noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-594006779879467463.post-70712756973308535092008-05-10T20:49:00.000-07:002008-12-11T18:11:22.482-08:00Raise a Ruckus Tonight<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiN0IVvnHvY3T3wgWkL03tIl1QedTyZ_WvR9hPl9VErPf8pTm1-0EVqF3mVW9SaIUUwgZDycO5il9rqv5fLVFODQsKV-K0_IKHggm1ddj0a8iaBwTChf2R4rxpaSbvgc37BkwuGdZwq5ar7/s1600-h/7_EJS6635.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiN0IVvnHvY3T3wgWkL03tIl1QedTyZ_WvR9hPl9VErPf8pTm1-0EVqF3mVW9SaIUUwgZDycO5il9rqv5fLVFODQsKV-K0_IKHggm1ddj0a8iaBwTChf2R4rxpaSbvgc37BkwuGdZwq5ar7/s200/7_EJS6635.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5198963062604517698" border="0" /></a><br /><div style="text-align: center;">For anyone in the Danville Area<br />We are going to the Rowell Ranch Rodeo<br />on <span style="font-weight: bold;">This </span><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 102);font-family:verdana;" >Saturday May 17th</span><br /><br />I went with my family two years ago<br />and it was so awesome<br /><br />Anyone is invited.<br />Tickets are around 15 bucks,<br />but trust me, you wont be sorry.<br /><br />It is just right off of 580 on your way to Castro Valley,<br />only about <span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 102);font-family:arial;" >20 mins away</span>.<br /><br />Hope to see you there<br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);font-family:courier new;font-size:180%;" >MAF</span><br /><br /><br /></div>MAFhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16342495768984220887noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-594006779879467463.post-64502043297921280462008-05-08T19:53:00.000-07:002008-12-11T18:11:22.657-08:00Eye for an eye, tooth for a tooth<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhovk85OIJFP3vhlxQxmeiS02pD2HewZsBLZcbs0QmE4zfhypSHzbH_mqQfH1lrrKQLphUwBQp9cUptLpft7e34yZzcJMX-2wYvi4LrOtsKCXTaOuERQ8FkJJL6eb2Fq5z_bvlACwynmY4/s1600-h/IMG_3112+m.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhovk85OIJFP3vhlxQxmeiS02pD2HewZsBLZcbs0QmE4zfhypSHzbH_mqQfH1lrrKQLphUwBQp9cUptLpft7e34yZzcJMX-2wYvi4LrOtsKCXTaOuERQ8FkJJL6eb2Fq5z_bvlACwynmY4/s200/IMG_3112+m.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5198209160405664226" border="0" /></a><span style="font-size:130%;">Hello my fellow sit-a-sins. I have some marvelous news and some not so</span><span style="font-size:130%;"> m</span><span style="font-size:130%;">arvelous</span><span style="font-size:130%;"> news (see picture). Not so marvelous=i broke my front tooth (#9 for you d</span><span style="font-size:130%;">e</span><span style="font-size:130%;">ntist nerds), and had toe get a crown put on. For those of you who are thinking about doing this, DON'T. It hurts like mad. I also cracked my other two teeth next t</span><span style="font-size:130%;">o that one, but they're fine. Oh bad news #2... Sharks lost to the Stars. My list of hatred towards Texas continues to grow. GooD nEWs!! I got accepted into the Visual Arts department!! So</span><span style="font-size:130%;"> that's a pretty big deal to me. I'm happy. I'm coming to Danville the end of June. If you would like me to bless you with my presents (which happens to be my presence), I shall do so. Well, that's all from me. Gooodbye. Keep posting. Or Post. Peace out.<br /></span>Brianhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03803023770816575170noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-594006779879467463.post-72651490210837660012008-05-05T21:12:00.000-07:002008-12-11T18:11:22.811-08:00Watch out world!<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjmvoJLTbRuajHWaUntJBEmn1ToPD1lBhj1KWZXwB28xpZjtRN9yj1ECWfrkjpeNBq_VFgv35UkBc0x_vfbsJrhpTYbAXANZgzVMmd53e36-0PaaHPPkZ-zKNYZ6kKHYGY9IeEHKYT7220/s1600-h/Labor+%26+Delivery+051.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjmvoJLTbRuajHWaUntJBEmn1ToPD1lBhj1KWZXwB28xpZjtRN9yj1ECWfrkjpeNBq_VFgv35UkBc0x_vfbsJrhpTYbAXANZgzVMmd53e36-0PaaHPPkZ-zKNYZ6kKHYGY9IeEHKYT7220/s400/Labor+%26+Delivery+051.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5197113565733161074" border="0" /></a><br />Watch out. Another Broderick has come to terrorize the planet. Carston Howlett Broderick was born Apr 30 to Adam and Bethany Broderick. All are doing well and excited.The Danville Boyshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12709793787679947415noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-594006779879467463.post-53796057524356452392008-04-27T19:35:00.001-07:002008-12-11T18:11:22.960-08:00Coming this Fall . . .<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiiZ8m6tmwwBkA_LcAN8UeKS40a9Yuk7B_y-XfxfCCH7GBEtCX-vZT2KwyvH1HscYi0ao1YMPg8S7_5pHqNZBPXnBAR37Kxxx171wjgANu-eGTsnlcCPMGprDfTxdPFOxkh7bkWt35QYuGS/s1600-h/YAhandbill.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiiZ8m6tmwwBkA_LcAN8UeKS40a9Yuk7B_y-XfxfCCH7GBEtCX-vZT2KwyvH1HscYi0ao1YMPg8S7_5pHqNZBPXnBAR37Kxxx171wjgANu-eGTsnlcCPMGprDfTxdPFOxkh7bkWt35QYuGS/s400/YAhandbill.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5194119356076486738" border="0" /></a><br /> Well guys, after a lifetime of <span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;" >Showbiz</span>, I have finally graduated to the next level and will be performing with the <span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:180%;" >BYU Young Ambassadors</span> starting next Fall. Next Spring, we'll be touring to <span style="font-style: italic;font-size:130%;" >Scandinavia</span>. It's honestly a dream come true for me and I'm stoked!!! Thanks for being so supportive and come see all our shows!<br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);font-family:arial;font-size:180%;" >Josh</span>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-594006779879467463.post-70732997837377746652008-04-25T15:24:00.000-07:002008-12-11T18:11:23.156-08:00Summer<div style="text-align: center;">_________________________________<br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjOOa3LX1KUrzi0Ou2hOyVrPuii7kdwl8_Gu4In6zCNn7OMKduUaUvolHTVq-WmCcn1M5e17d0B2LSrnt_n-pL5_rK_nBLQIw3U1yJ4l2do_mAJYDZoge8U-9e96YVpErh_3LVSNjrtZsgd/s1600-h/camping.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjOOa3LX1KUrzi0Ou2hOyVrPuii7kdwl8_Gu4In6zCNn7OMKduUaUvolHTVq-WmCcn1M5e17d0B2LSrnt_n-pL5_rK_nBLQIw3U1yJ4l2do_mAJYDZoge8U-9e96YVpErh_3LVSNjrtZsgd/s320/camping.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5193312700018386306" border="0" /></a><br />Well <span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);">Boys</span>,<br />Summer time has come at last!<br /><br />Does any one have any sweet plans<br />for stuff they are doing this summer?<br /><span style="font-family: courier new; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);font-size:180%;" ><br />MAF?<br /></span><br /><br /></div>MAFhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16342495768984220887noreply@blogger.com3