Saturday night we got a call about boy in our ward who got lost in th Uintahs on a family camping trip. They were calling to organize a search party, me and dad volunteered and at three AM we headed out. We all met up at a grocery store close to the camping area and the parking lot looked like it was black Friday or something it was packed full of searchers. After a couple of hours of trudging through marshes, rockpiles and forest (Uintahs are really a search parties nightmare) a group in a FJ Cruiser (remember that, it's important) pulled up and waved us over and told us a horseback team just found the boy, I got on my walkie and got to inform the fellow searchers in the area, including the father of the boys discovery. Hearing everyones jubliant screams over the walkie was so amazing. When I saw the look on the boys fathers face as he held his son I knew that for him this would be the best fathers day ever!
PS. I got to ride in my dream car today.
Sunday, June 21, 2009
A Happy Fathers Day
Posted by Marshal at 9:55 PM 7 comments
Monday, June 8, 2009
I am Sloth Boy
I play the sloth... my big acting break (hahaha pun)
Posted by Marshal at 6:50 AM 4 comments
Wednesday, June 3, 2009
Three Wolf Moon
This shirt spurred heaps of hilarious comments an Amazon.com.
Here is one of my favorite comments. (Click on the picture to be linked to the page)
"This item has wolves on it which makes it intrinsically sweet and worth 5 stars by itself, but once I tried it on, that's when the magic happened. After checking to ensure that the shirt would properly cover my girth, I walked from my trailer to Wal-mart with the shirt on and was immediately approached by women. The women knew from the wolves on my shirt that I, like a wolf, am a mysterious loner who knows how to 'howl at the moon' from time to time (if you catch my drift!). The women that approached me wanted to know if I would be their boyfriend and/or give them money for something they called mehth. I told them no, because they didn't have enough teeth, and frankly a man with a wolf-shirt shouldn't settle for the first thing that comes to him.
I arrived at Wal-mart, mounted my courtesy-scooter (walking is such a drag!) sitting side saddle so that my wolves would show. While I was browsing tube socks, I could hear aroused asthmatic breathing behind me. I turned around to see a slightly sweaty dream in sweatpants and flip-flops standing there. She told me she liked the wolves on my shirt, I told her I wanted to howl at her moon. She offered me a swig from her mountain dew, and I drove my scooter, with her shuffling along side out the door and into the rest of our lives. Thank you wolf shirt.
Pros: Fits my girthy frame, has wolves on it, attracts women
Cons: Only 3 wolves (could probably use a few more on the 'guns'), cannot see wolves when sitting with arms crossed, wolves would have been better if they glowed in the dark."
Posted by Marshal at 7:10 AM 1 comments