trippin'

My fam and I tripp'd to St. George o'er the weekend. We had a good time. We hiked and ran and jumped and ate sushi. And we took pictures of ourfineselves doing cool stuff. Here is an example:

That's definitely what I'd look like getting thrown back by the force of a massive nuclear explosion. Or maybe by the force of an angry Jedi. Or that's what I'd look like getting dropped down from a ghettobird to go fight myself some crips 'n bloods. Here's another example:

That's what my Dad would look like jumping from the top of a cliff in the desert to tackle a wild buffalo. Or perhaps a mammoth. Or an angry Jedi.
One more:

That's what my Mom, Sister and I would look like if we were Power Rangers. Or Tusken Raiders. Or maybe Charlie's Angels.

Well, that was fun.

Dawg

This is my dog Rosie. I think she's depressed.

Family Photage

I got my Dad a garden gnome for his 45th birthday on 10/10/10.

We took some family photos together.
Look at them and feel happy.

Definitely

Well, I just decided to name my resurrected blog. Here's how it happened:

I sat down in my chair and started to ponder. My object in pondering was to determine what I should name my blog. I began to think about random phrases, words, nouns and verbs which just didn't have any particular meaning or value to me. Then I started to think of some examples of names that I judged to be unique. Inevitably I started reminiscing about my adventures as an official advocate of the Lord. Over the course of my service in said endeavor I met many people with many interesting names. Por ejemplo, I met a man named Mushroom. I briefly taught a family with three kids named Ransom, Nuggs and Colt. I once baptized a Tongan girl whose middle name was 'Alungamalie (until which time I never knew a name could begin with an apostrophe). Well, when I was stationed in the cheerful sunny side of Compton CA I started visiting a young hispanic couple (surprise!). The BF spoke pure spanish and the GF usually spoke english. One day the two of them brought home a pitbull. This pit was friendly, cute and cuddly as most pitbulls are (when they're puppies) and he loved to gnaw on things like stuffed animals, furniture and hands. Well, to make a short story short the BF and GF named this puppy pit "Fo' Sho'". That's the ghetto way of saying "for sure", I guess.

So, Fo' Sho', I dedicate this blog to you.

And thus it is.

Why hello there!

Hello again.

I have returned from my mission and have resumed control of this blog. Someday perhaps I will share with you some experiences from my sacred mission. For now I'm going to re-arrange some stuff on here. I have little to no faith that anyone is reading this right now anyway, so I'll go ahead and assume that you don't mind.

Entonces.... hasta ver!

Love,
Tyler J. Lewis