Turns Out I'm Not A Gymnast

This past weekend I road tripped it with a couple of friends to beautiful Seattle.  The trip was an absolute blast. Seattle treated us right.  I'll be writing a post about it later on, but I just had to share these videos that were an insight into how I can apparently be far too confident in my abilites.  I challenged my good friend Nikki to a duel of who could do the most cartwheels.  She went first and did 13 without breaking a sweat (in the video it shows her only doing 12, but we didn't catch her first attempt on camera).  Every one of those 13 cartwheels was done with great form.  

Then I go.  Not only did I fail to reach 13, but after watching the video, I realized that I am extremely bad at doing cartwheels.  If I were to score myself on form, I'd probably give myself a 0.5.  Up until this point, I thought I was a pro.  

                                         

From now on, I'm thinking twice before I challenge anyone to a cartwheel contest. 

Ode to Heat

This weekend I'm starting on my mission to visit 24 states before the age of 24.  The high of where I am visiting is 70 degrees.. The high.  Last night when I went to bed, it was 87 degrees in my house.  Guess which one I'd prefer. 

 I'll give you a hint, it's not what most people would consider to be perfect weather.  

Here's hoping there's an unexpected heat wave on the west coast this week.  I'll never be able to understand why people want to live in places where the average in July is 70.  In the summer I love waking up and already feeling hot, I love wearing skirts and sandals everyday because everything else is just to unbearable, and I love when snow cones and otter pops are a main staple in my diet.  

What can I say, I love the heat, and I love Utah summers. 

The Lord In His Wisdom

Last night I went on a relaxing bike ride to the lake with my friend, Jen.  As we got nearer to the lake we turned on a road that wove through gorgeous, stretching fields of farm land.  The sun was starting to set, and the lighting created quite the picturesque scene for us.   

As I looked around to enjoy it, I was startled by a fly flying right into my eye.  When I opened my mouth to exclaim my discomfort, another little bug took the opportunity to fly right in.  Then three more hit my arms.  Soon we were getting pelted by little fly bugs.  Squinting and spitting, we rode blindly on, trying to reach our destination.  In hindsight, this wasn't such a smart idea, as we then had to ride back through all those bugs once again, but we were determined!  

While riding, I just kept thinking, "Stupid bugs.  Why are they flying on the road?  If they stuck to the fields, those thousands that I just hit and killed would still be alive."  Moral of the story, you all should be thanking me for my work in fly population control. 

My grandpa used to frequently quote the following poem.  I agree wholeheartedly with it.

The Lord in his wisdom made the fly, 

and then he forgot to tell us why.