Sledding Fun!

Approaching the Jump

Afterwards.....

The Evans Sisters Shake a Leg

Well I got this idea from Allison's email and I couldn't help make one of all our sisters! Even though none of us were ever superb dancers (or at least I never was) I think we can do the Charleston quite well, don't you think? Besides, this gets me excited for the holidays, and I love the holidays with our family!

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D.A.M. # 6

Elevatorism - n. --- A system of belief which states that, if there is an elevator in the building you MUST use it, no matter what floor you may be traveling to.

You would be surprised how many people out there adhere to Elevatorism. It doesn't matter if they are going one floor up---which may take like five steps---they will wait for the elevator, climb inside and take the split second ride up to the next floor. As many of you know I am not one to jump at the chance to run (or walk) up anything...least of all stairs. I will almost ALWAYS use the stairs if I am simply going one floor up however. Five to ten steps is not going to kill me, besides it is more courteous, more efficient, and yes...usually quite a bit faster...to simply take the stairs. I have been witness to elevatorism on a frequent basis this semester because I often go back and forth between the basement and the fourth floor of the JFSB here at BYU. I usually take the elevator, even though it irritates me to do so. It irritates me because I usually have to wait as the elevator travels from the fourth floor to the basement...stopping on every floor. When it arrives I quickly get in (for those who don't know me well I have an irrational fear of elevator doors, and so always have to hurry over the threshold for fear of being crushed) and press the fourth floor button. As I travel upwards from the basement I once again must stop on every single floor. People inevitably get on at the first floor and get off on the second. I don't think I'll ever understand why...except that perhaps our society is becoming increasingly lazy. What really blows my mind are the people that stand with me while waiting for the elevator. Sometimes we will stand there for literally minutes. I will have decided to run all the way up to the fourth floor and changed my mind several times before the elevator arrives. We get in the elevator together and they only ride to the next floor. They wasted minutes just standing there!

Now, if there is anything worse than riding the elevator up one floor it is this...riding it DOWN one floor. I mean come on, down? I jog down all five flights of stairs to the basement quite often, and I am one of the laziest people I know!

I think it is time to take a stand against Elevatorists. If there is anything I have learned in school it is to beware of isms, and Elevatorism should not be an exception!

Pre-Halloween Fun

Fall

Fall always takes me by surprise. One morning I wake up and the breeze is a little bit cooler, the air feels a little bit crisper, and everything in its own way feels just a little bit different. The hillsides suddenly change color, almost before my eyes, and I know that winter is coming. Sometimes I hate the cold, and thinking about the coming of winter makes me a little sad. Walking to school in blizzards has never been fun. But then I stop and remind myself that really, I wouldn' thave it any other way. As Mark Twain said,
"No land with an unvarying climate can be very beautiful. . . Change is the handmaiden Nature requires to do her miracles with. The land that has four well-defined seasons cannot lack beauty, or pall with monotony. Each season brings a world of enjoyment and interest. . . And I think that to one in sympathy with nature, each season, in its turn, seems the loveliest."

Surprise at Ken's Kash

Well, my life is pretty boring now that I am in school, but something kind of interesting happened today, and since I have nothing else to update you on...here goes. Today I went to Ken's Kash with my mom. My hair was a wild mess, I was wearing no makeup and I was wearing a dirty white jacket four sizes too big. I figured I wouldn't see anyone important. I walked into Ken's Kash, and for those of you who don't know, Ken's Kash is the one and only store in Oakley and consists of about three aisles worth of food. I have many good memories there, and I could do a whole post just on Ken's Kash, but we'll have to save it for another day. Anyway, I walked in and caught a glimpse of the woman checking out. She was tall adn blonde. I turned from the counter. Wait a second, hold up! I stopped and turned back towards the woman who was now standing at the door about five feet away from me. It was KATHERINE HEIGL! My mouth was probably hanging open in shock, and I stood there stupidly staring at her. She and the guy she was with walked out as my mom walked in. I took a step back, knocked a package of tylenol off the shelf, and scrambled to pick it up.
"That was Katherine Heigl" I told my mom in a frantic whisper.
"Who?"
"She's like a big star," I said. We walked out of the store and pretended to look at the "Lost Cat" sign posted outside of Ken's Kash, while I wagged my head in the direction of Katherine Heigl climbing into her car.
Apparantly she has a home (or more likely a mansion) up in the valley. Like I've always said, "Oakley is the best kept secret in Utah" but it looks like the secret is starting to leak out!

Last Hurrah

So I've had my last hurrah before school. That's right, school started yesterday, so it's back to the old grindstone. I'm sure I'll still have some fun, at least I'll certainly try!

Geez Jared, you couldn't even get me a diamond? Oh well, I look pretty happy anyway.


Sorry Dan, I just couldn't help myself!



Holding on for dear life!