I'm Coming Home on A Jet Plane

ELDER BRANDON FARR COMES HOME TODAY!

YIPEE!


(He's my cousin just in case you are wondering.)

Homeward Bound

Aloha Hoi!

If you have ever been to Lagoon I love to ride the fire dragon roller coaster called the Colussus (I know I spelt it wrong but I'm too lazy to Google how to spell it.) as you ride up the general uptake you get this feeling of apprehension and a little bit of exicitment then after the last clicky clack you drop going down through crazy turns and then suddenly you go upside down through two huge hoops. As you go right to the center of the circle your hair and body feels like it flipped upside down. You feel like you are standing right but upside down.

Thats how I feel after doing an all nighter on the Red Eye flight back home from Maui. If you didn't understand the previous post think of riding the tea cup ride at Disneyland 3 times in a row (or was it four?) and then walking back to your hotel. Thats how I feel at the moment.

Absolutly looped.

But anyway. I missed you all. I had no way to blog each day from the beach or else I would have blogged everyday. So get exicited. Stories and pics coming tomorrow. Or at 3 in the morning depending on how I handle getting back to Utah time.

I'm back I promise!

ALOHA!

Dear Readers,

I am here in Maui lounging by the ocean and thinking of you. Hopefully nobody will yell beached whale!

XOXO

Blake

P.S Postings are going to be a little sparse cause I will be busy working on my tan.

I Want to Ride My Bicyle..Bicycle...

On my rare day off from the FARR'S (Come visit me my offer for 2 free scoops are still good if you want more information see yesterday's post)

I had a great day. I woke up watered the lawn talked to my flowers it was a rather fruity conversation a brief excerpt:

Me: My Coconut you are just blooming! Keep it up! We need to get you some potting soil to keep you upright now don't we?

Coconut: silent

Me: Mr. Mango! What is wrong with you? You are a little droopy today. Is it Ras? Is she giving you grief? Lets move you to another warm spot shall we?

Mr. Mango: Silent

I won't bother you with the rest of the conversation. Needless to say I was in need for person to person conversation. It was in the middle of watering Watermelon that my Father stopped by for a "surprise inspection" of the bungalow and to race at the Business Depot.

My childhood has revolved around the bicycle since I can rememeber. Weekends of bike tires, men in spandex, and many hours of boredom for a few moments of flash of color. Remeber this was pre-Lance Armstrong. While kids Dads watched the Superbowl or NBA playoffs I could rattle off the stats on all the Tour De France winners.


Yet last night was the first time that I had been to a bike race after the disaterous Logan to Jackson race of 2002. But that's a different post for another day.

As I sat on top of the trusty Honda I watched my Dad raced.

I was impressed.

I was proud.

I got a free meal at Jumbo burgers. ( I got the Hawaiian Burger. Seemed rather festive).

The pic above is dad on the white bike talking to Weston about the race. It was beautiful night. Also since there is nothing to do till the racers race by I took some pics. Enjoy!

Socks and Sandals. A common offense at Bicylce racers. This plague needs to be stopped. Do people a favor hide their socks from their sandals and the world will thank you!

SPANDEX! Need I say More?

Bridget Jones Moment:

BMI:31.2

Attitude: A little Blue

Water: 4 liters

Breakfeast: 40z of yogurt

Lunch: Sandy's Grilled chicken Pesto sandwhich (half) and pasta salad

Dinner: Hawaiian Burger with French fries. Sometimes you just have to silence the inner beast.

Ps. This is yesterday's Bridget Jones Moment.

Oh Long Ago and So Far Away...

I always wish I had a brillant oneliner to open up my blog post. I don't have a problem with the song title of the post because working at Farr's and FM 100 have given me many if not thousands of great annoying lines to start off a blog post. But today I am suffering strong blogging issues. What to say? What to do? What is it about me and you? See I have been rhyming all morning which is normally fine but tonight is the night I get to work down at my beloved Farrs.

I have remained strong. No wonderfully creamy marvelous dariy product has touched these virgin lips. Yet I crave for it. Desire for it. I scoop the wonderfully creamy delicious white pearl like ocean of moose tracks finding the deep rumblings of the fudge swirl and small islands of the chocolate covered peanut butter pieces and I begin to lose self control. It is like the feeling of strange lust over takes my body. Then when I create a moment of seperation between us as I hand one of cone like children off to a customer the desire ends. Then I am forced to scoop out of the wonderfully color of pink tinted bubblegum with the multi colored facets of bubble gum pieces and I am back to where I was before.

My Strength is weaking.

I need you readers. Come visit me.

Only one person has. Thanks Sarah for relieving me of my burden of two FREE SCOOPS. Did I mention that they are FREE? I don't want them. So somebody please come and take them off my hands. This is a limited time offer folks. Visit tonight and I'll throw in a brief blurb tomorrow.

Laters.

I had a Million Dollars but I spent it All!

This is my dangerous image. The rough and tumble I'm from Ogden don't mess with me look. So after my cattle weigh in last night and a rather intersting conversation with Momma Joye I thought to myself do I contiue to blog? Am I doing a good deed in the world for people?

But allow me to have a tiny Oprah moment: (As you can tell I am rather fond of having "moments")

I was really not happy. I mean really not happy picture small child throwing tandrum really not happy.

Then I realized it was a major disappointment yesterday I mean really. You get all exicited to go to a Hawaiian tropical paradise thinking you've lost a bunch of weight and then you hear that you are closer to your orginal weight than you thought.

Oy.

But there is always room for improvement right?

A little glimmer of hope?

Something to stave off the deep desire to stuff my face with Almond Joys?

Like I told the Momma Joye. I like my blog. Its honest.

So don't worry.

I am here to stay.

Unlike John and Kate.

Which might become John plus Four and Kate plus Four.

I am so funny.

Bridget Jones half time moment.

Weight. Fat

Attitude: little better.

Green Arces is the Place for Me!

I was so lucky today. I got to go to the Dr. Man to fix my Scaitica problem. Lately it has been so bad that I envy pregant ladies when they get the epidural. I normally hate needles with a passion (mainly because they make me feel like a live vodoo doll) but the thought of having some wonderfully bliss from this annoying pain that is my jiggleicous (take that Fergie) butt.





Here is where the story suddenly takes a weird turn to the left. I sat there in the Dr. Man's office waiting as usual reading those gloriously outdated magazines. I love the outdated ones because then I get to catch up on all the latest drama for your mama. When my name was called the nice Medical Assistant opened up the chute and I was allowed to stand on that wonderfully glorious scale.





Remember how I was Juile Andrews standing on top of a mountian happy yesterday?


After this moment not so much.





This is what flashed on the Scale.





218.3!





So smacking my gum (like a cow chews its cud) I looked over at the nice Medical assistant and I mooed.





Then waddled down the hall.










Bridget Jones Moment
Weight: 218.3
Attitude: Not Very Nice.
Steps: 3.5 Miles or 6720 steps.
Water: 1 liter
Breakfeast:
Eggs with 4 oz of yogurt.
Lunch:
Wendy's Side Salad with Jr. Bacon Cheese burger (the little one!) with no bun.
Dinner:
Grilled Veggies and BBQ beef.
Snacks:
1 Java Chip Frap. (Don't judge. I'm not in the mood for it).