Potty Ponderings

So yesterday I was doing some deep thinking, on a toilet in the Eyring Science Center. Usually I spend my time reading anything I can in that situation, but as I had already finished the paper, I started thinking. What sparked my thinking were the shorts that were laying on the feet of the person in the stall next to me. I actually had pondered on this subject before, but as I thought about it this time, I decided I should write a blog about it and see what everybody else has to say on the matter. Take a good look at some of the shorts below. Notice how they are all, at this time, considered fashionable. For myself, I don't really think I would want to wear them, but to each his own.

I couldn't get the little picture to disappear.

Now the question I was pondering is this: why is it ok to wear something like this, when you couldn't wear full-length pants of the same design? Picture, if you can (and you probably can't) the model above wearing those same shorts as PANTS. Think about it for a second. Pants with these designs would be RIDICULOUS, and nobody in their right mind would wear them. Am I right? Yes. But if they work as shorts, then why not pants? To me this then begs the question, is it ok to wear pants like this, or should people NOT be wearing shorts like this? Given the answer options, I think everybody would have to agree that people should not be wearing shorts that look like this. I'm not anti plaid shorts, either. Just a curious observer of human behavior.

Some might argue that it is similar with all shorts. I disagree. I have 3 kinds of shorts: jeans, khaki/cargo, and athletic. All have full-length pants that look the same, and all are normal. The one exception could be the athletic shorts, but yes, those also have full-length versions that are normal, and you wear them when you do sporty things (much like the shorts).

So that is what I was pondering. What do all my faithful reader's think?

Flogging is Never Fun

Guess what I did for my 24th birthday? I played golf for the first time. And on a scale from 1 to 10 (10 being the best) guess how naturally talented I am when it comes to the game of golf. The answer is 0...maybe 0.2 if your generous. That smile I have on my face in the picture above--it is forced. In fact, I actually like to call the game "flog," as in Elin's very soul is flogged every time she swings and can't hit the stupid miniscule ball more than 3 inches or entirely misses the stupid miniscule ball. (Laurel had a natural swing.) I'd also like to mention, mainly for the ears of my sister Rachell who mistakenly believes I win every game I play, that on my birthday Saturday, I lost every single game I played. I didn't come in second, I didn't come in third. I came in last, every single time. We played golf...I lost. We played scrabble and speed scrabble, I came in dead last. I think we played a few more games but I have blocked them entirely from my memory. Happy birthday to me. I am not liking what this might be foreshadowing about the 24th year of my life.

On a more positive note, I don't know what good form in flog is, but whatever it is Forrest has got it. Forrest is quite a champ when it comes to flog. In fact, every time he swung that club, I couldn't help but compare him with Tiger. Their game is practically the same. I mean, look at the images below, they practically are the same person. You may not know this but Tiger is actually married to a Swedish model name Elin. It is like Tiger and Forrest have the same life.








Forrest was really quite good at flog, actually, which shouldn't be a surprise because he plays most sports well. (In the picture above, he is standing kinda far away from the ball though. It must be a practice swing.)

Apart from my soul being flogged, my birthday was wonderful. I spent the entire weekend with my family and received generous gifts from all. The best thing, in all honesty was just being with the people I love. Sappy, I know, but true. Thank you mum, and Ian, and Seth, and Lola, and Forrest, and Rachell, and Tim for being there in Provo with me and making my weekend so wonderful. Thank you Logan & Paula, Daddy, Mom and Dad Roberts, Emily & Kaylee & Alli for and Delys for calling me. Delys, I missed you! (Ian, I am still waiting on my kindle...)

Go Cougs!!! (Naturally, I have to throw that in there.)