tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-173215002024-02-28T09:13:40.967-08:00To All My Peeps8/07 I havent touched my blog in years and although ive recently been informed that blogs are for married people now, peer pressure has forced me into updating my sorry blog. A few things to keep in mind:
#1) Blogs were once for singles, people pushing issues, and emo kids.
#2) Don't get the wrong idea about me cuz most of my pictures include girls (sometimes even different ones!). At 27 I just dont take that many pics with guys anymore.Curtis Heymanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06038126922147397076noreply@blogger.comBlogger8125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17321500.post-60536134747877581702008-09-15T10:46:00.000-07:002008-09-15T10:54:19.545-07:00I'm Getting Married and Starting a New Blog Site<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhtmUeoGGaw2tBDVnN2liTeHTYuwvNmFBxHHGjX7ZIsOV8KjRUeP0fSpGwsbJmH8gnO4RTKU6ladTycvEEGttaUB_17sQulDFlLUXCFkfi1F_DQSYl7Wa-jNCChm5Og8_-HcQ_Vvw/s1600-h/Ry's+Wedding+6-08+008+CBUG.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5246307928177852514" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhtmUeoGGaw2tBDVnN2liTeHTYuwvNmFBxHHGjX7ZIsOV8KjRUeP0fSpGwsbJmH8gnO4RTKU6ladTycvEEGttaUB_17sQulDFlLUXCFkfi1F_DQSYl7Wa-jNCChm5Og8_-HcQ_Vvw/s320/Ry's+Wedding+6-08+008+CBUG.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhcPnpBLEtfEhrZ2vSOEgVhkrF4PuhNzQP8zsifu332xlBQLAI7OihgPKjAn9wVPmJcL9aOrS0YaCwKh_12IFaxQc_dQxwox1jX7mD2xOkAo3DPh5Ob5UZ4-brVP2GyxRhdhI6S2w/s1600-h/july+4+08+061+(2).jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5246307380033998066" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhcPnpBLEtfEhrZ2vSOEgVhkrF4PuhNzQP8zsifu332xlBQLAI7OihgPKjAn9wVPmJcL9aOrS0YaCwKh_12IFaxQc_dQxwox1jX7mD2xOkAo3DPh5Ob5UZ4-brVP2GyxRhdhI6S2w/s320/july+4+08+061+(2).jpg" border="0" /></a> </div><br /><div></div><br /><div><br /></div><br /><div>Because a requisite to getting married these days is to start a family blog, I'm leaving this blog to start another one with my wife: <a href="http://curtislovescandace.blogspot.com/">http://curtislovescandace.blogspot.com/</a></div><br /><div><br /></div><br /><div></div><br /><div><br /></div><br /><div>Check it out! I'd love to stay in touch.</div><br /><div><br /></div><br /><div></div><br /><div><br /></div><br /><div>Curtis</div><br /><div><br /></div><br /><div></div><br /><div><br /></div><br /><div></div>Curtis Heymanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06038126922147397076noreply@blogger.com328tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17321500.post-17070518376422255122008-06-01T08:27:00.000-07:002008-06-01T20:28:08.868-07:00Its Time!! My Annual Blog UpdateMost of my family was in town last weekend for my aunt Lori's wedding, which was terrific by the way, and a few of my family members asked me to update my blog. Its been nearly a year since my last post! I love the idea of blogs and I love looking at family and friends' blogs to keep up with them. I just struggle to find the time to put my life into this blog when I'm juggling a journal, a spiritual journal, Facebook, and Orkut (a facebook in Brazil that puts me in contact with old companions). I also have a hard time deciding on what to post here, because as I go in and out of relationships I'm not sure if I should go back and delete pictures of people I'm no longer dating or what. Anyways, I enjoy taking pictures of my experiences and sharing them so read away! Hopefully, I can make blogging more of a habit.<br /><br />As a Congrats to myself for getting accepted to BYU again I bought myself a handgun. Its a Steyr M9-A1 9mm and I love it. I took Cbug shooting on Memorial Day (fitting, right?) and here are some shots:<br /><br /><br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiJMb2GlqTNazMAVsn5P3cmmyvhhdSgcfAwsn6BZPvyYvSPW3NlzN_lUL8kcYIEPpEh-mQW6FQvRjQS6eaWhd6eQucDEkvzHxxwQdQnbQY77sv1kgmS-xGEjRJjjflKOXbjQI6B1w/s1600-h/May+08+004.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5206995551251288066" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiJMb2GlqTNazMAVsn5P3cmmyvhhdSgcfAwsn6BZPvyYvSPW3NlzN_lUL8kcYIEPpEh-mQW6FQvRjQS6eaWhd6eQucDEkvzHxxwQdQnbQY77sv1kgmS-xGEjRJjjflKOXbjQI6B1w/s320/May+08+004.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br />That is Trent and that is NOT a paintball gun.<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh2LZDDUK20K8AZ_-MBv3RIF5EzHDlNS6HTy9UTPatvcLQKZcMUPqKLEgnRJOzSRnWHNDkc50BWpf4LSKuHL_2tgmOFLm0bGS7JBo-zUrrXLzGbW3L3OsjNpkFxG0AVT_v0-In8OQ/s1600-h/May+08+014.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5206995558347359490" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh2LZDDUK20K8AZ_-MBv3RIF5EzHDlNS6HTy9UTPatvcLQKZcMUPqKLEgnRJOzSRnWHNDkc50BWpf4LSKuHL_2tgmOFLm0bGS7JBo-zUrrXLzGbW3L3OsjNpkFxG0AVT_v0-In8OQ/s320/May+08+014.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><p></p><p>"OK, I'm flexing! Go ahead and shoot"<br /></p><p><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhoAxSrgGMo798NfduJhnrxioXfMk3MLOs4TkcAziAmtZgrVurDMBguMulaLtLgqooIwZAPTNqCXZ_pT8V7C01vH6NiX55OOC4c7_U0jlrspgukOSG99dTHnep0Dr_qohfnLPaOwQ/s1600-h/May+08+023.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5206995601188888706" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhoAxSrgGMo798NfduJhnrxioXfMk3MLOs4TkcAziAmtZgrVurDMBguMulaLtLgqooIwZAPTNqCXZ_pT8V7C01vH6NiX55OOC4c7_U0jlrspgukOSG99dTHnep0Dr_qohfnLPaOwQ/s320/May+08+023.jpg" border="0" /></a></p><p></p><p>Recently I went with my dad to do some flyfishing. We didnt catch any big ones but we did catch a couple. Here's Pa:<br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhq_XL8g1pyTeGqVDQEkA3aMeqbL3MXiI2elz63l539FYkk8lPmKevIAMii60IBsXXF8MLGWvx5uOLeNL6Dm_-waNhW_DlAJzr7Y0Er1fA247nwuLW2Q0P_UeO7gE05I6f9ESDndA/s1600-h/May+08+021.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5206995608781079490" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhq_XL8g1pyTeGqVDQEkA3aMeqbL3MXiI2elz63l539FYkk8lPmKevIAMii60IBsXXF8MLGWvx5uOLeNL6Dm_-waNhW_DlAJzr7Y0Er1fA247nwuLW2Q0P_UeO7gE05I6f9ESDndA/s320/May+08+021.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><br />For Thanksgiving, the Heymfam got together. Baby Grunty is still in Jen's stomach.</p><p><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEihh_wxPTB80iWewbuTOIfg0C_O0mpb6jDTp8lHeix4UaMQCVNcwqgc6VPQzjn4wDavsRra_BJYDr12PwMX68lLb60hNzYQX97_Nsws7koM6NQKPG2-TLPnRtcOEsrVHJ59AnK3cw/s1600-h/thanksgiving+07+(2).jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5206992454844203122" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEihh_wxPTB80iWewbuTOIfg0C_O0mpb6jDTp8lHeix4UaMQCVNcwqgc6VPQzjn4wDavsRra_BJYDr12PwMX68lLb60hNzYQX97_Nsws7koM6NQKPG2-TLPnRtcOEsrVHJ59AnK3cw/s320/thanksgiving+07+(2).jpg" border="0" /></a> </p><p><br />A few months ago I went horseback riding in Tucson at sunset. I'm a true cowboy at heart. Giddyup!<br /></p><p><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5206995618834054338" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi1tlRFW7iRl-p-orP0YRA4IR3Q-ipqyIckdKr343AYesZCIwpmMC-0Yecl53qHANWX7tEnhQYh4JBvpEoof-z3wIO4VCsREXZYMOQ-tsrTqOaW0X6hf5NJwgplct7XFsGaosmiWw/s320/horse+023.jpg" border="0" /> </p><p></p><p>Bug and I are back. We laugh because this is summer number 4. Take a quick tour into our past:</p><p></p><p><span style="font-size:180%;">2005:</span><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5206988792366842818" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj30ykD-P8loDvEyEfpp_qcnoQbePYhYXt4zZTkaOFiQ5CsDAqToKHYkedTTCU_zHO7HS_GDeYqJ5RXhIMGy2Y1KxQzYvTigUrhPjvv_9sFwED-MFEfYNNC1elklLpY9L6Kukm6yA/s320/megudcand.jpg" border="0" /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5206950433919139010" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj-lju35XcGTjuSaV8itsJ3b40D7nGCnf9VOk11uvmHP9W9i6x5fNZ_Y5XkdltXVwo8s_siClrCnNSbz-lm-07I6gTPym8glquxx3FlEfEwOqg5AHQAAb6LCbPaPLr8Fi-pIxDYkw/s320/cbug10-8.jpg" border="0" /></p><p><span style="font-size:180%;"></span></p><p><span style="font-size:180%;">2006:</span></p><p></p><p><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5206982643151795410" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhutYlf5tYcUT-ctiSHAv21xyCQnITiHk0W8Lp75IxvopOBdeASo7pjf5I74b_nPNEkAIaHt1SU5sbLHo54R5Jjyt7v5ey7tE-iFbFTQHAIfTnG67BDdW7AhY6R5ICILgonm7sU9g/s320/IMG_5872.JPG" border="0" /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5206951793700612338" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj3y3uL9SYm6TTnX4ZN55enFyCupGiLNAGIPn66fhhBqXCDBtIvnPmqCHwcKRuyBK7yCQ82x8LVd32I2zK1FLND7q-yFI6rkULscOD0WXxnbWlolLSfNVHQKYv3tUxz_KkyVauflQ/s320/cbug+March+06.jpg" border="0" /></p><p></p><p><span style="font-size:180%;">2007:</span><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhBTEEC5nXUfDfKL2wFramTkD2fb4a1J31wDpsdI4JlQ6jBKu_L07NyHIMdy5J71bWldxx5KH7m9ABgg82fgFtqXpDnnWeE82Xy2STSkgugGfkXufCaoR2pJ53ehidkGPrFBnSS2A/s1600-h/TRUCK+IN+VEGAS+003.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5206992467140942946" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhBTEEC5nXUfDfKL2wFramTkD2fb4a1J31wDpsdI4JlQ6jBKu_L07NyHIMdy5J71bWldxx5KH7m9ABgg82fgFtqXpDnnWeE82Xy2STSkgugGfkXufCaoR2pJ53ehidkGPrFBnSS2A/s320/TRUCK+IN+VEGAS+003.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjyq5Y3zmy24LYlWXTe8KV2wvv6YLToSni_ZhXrkVVyux5ngsJ7HI5gMlgy1gPXrTu7KLxiler-YjrC-ZUP3h965PN5xLHEHbrdP1SKeWpU-2CCizjiK_fpWkt_kB_CtU8o46dbcw/s1600-h/TRUCK+IN+VEGAS+021.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5206992475180641538" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjyq5Y3zmy24LYlWXTe8KV2wvv6YLToSni_ZhXrkVVyux5ngsJ7HI5gMlgy1gPXrTu7KLxiler-YjrC-ZUP3h965PN5xLHEHbrdP1SKeWpU-2CCizjiK_fpWkt_kB_CtU8o46dbcw/s320/TRUCK+IN+VEGAS+021.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><span style="font-size:180%;">2008:</span></p><p><span style="font-size:180%;"></span><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg4VJlci98Mvo5_7mSJrteDU_G7Os6tVt1Hu2W0LQs-HaVOdBV57TEEbBG4rt9edeAZfsc6kVPkhfEfgMXhj1ySDovEJebKHVQn2ViJYzbtXoSRXwkhl0fQOSNDmzUKQWjvoMb2sg/s1600-h/4-08.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5206936473358978562" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg4VJlci98Mvo5_7mSJrteDU_G7Os6tVt1Hu2W0LQs-HaVOdBV57TEEbBG4rt9edeAZfsc6kVPkhfEfgMXhj1ySDovEJebKHVQn2ViJYzbtXoSRXwkhl0fQOSNDmzUKQWjvoMb2sg/s320/4-08.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /></p><p><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5206936761857961650" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiXotfIuloeJsxLUzcVD6lBD2Pu0e-HN0dEAsl59JeRWPtjD7lMfdwshi5aT4BB3aVgwxPd2arUN56hCaaA4qFDltjgbZQy21v_b2-2hNS1vpaK0qoSPR9u58owoG3HGgHe6g4dOg/s320/lori+wed+mem+day+08.jpg" border="0" /></p><p></p><p>Yes, the drama continues......</p><p>Another thing that has been reoccuring through my life is CURBOCYCLES! Come one, come all! I've got a bike for everyone!</p><p><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5206985358804685842" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhbGUzHC4um-5sIpxJkZv1uX90r3yeqsP-8SvjgZqytxu6ogFik-hDavr_WRYvXKSnkAw_cgH6bwnpOQor9TqvVMuzRpE_Y8NTXcp8UY-aB-j_RL3id6aCsgH2j9qWvv7XhPyWSHQ/s320/Manzanita+003.jpg" border="0" /></p><p>I actually stopped a few months ago because I wanted a more permanent job and the downturn in the economy has negatively effected sales. Fewer people are buying quads and toys and more people are selling theirs off.</p><p>You can't talk about the economy without talking about GAS PRICES! I heard they'll be at $8 a gallon by August! Ok, I just made that up. Here's what I drive when its under 105 outside. At 50 mpg, you'd have to rollerblade to beat my gas mileage! Its a Supermoto, or a street legal dirtbike with street tires instead of knobby dirt tires.</p><p><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5206982654074562322" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhY28NcjOB80rwksXBaM5wZshOBbHFWNiF3kUewO8OYEG3nbhviyNdX84qvCFpAznrDL_8VQXCoqS2tOK3P0rCFAJhmnm8Tpck-jCgb4b8KvOnXalvM-N9YCiF-bQINdKAMzPOqpg/s320/New+Years+021.jpg" border="0" /></p><p></p><p>A lot of people have misconceptions about AZ that its just all desert. Truth is only a portion is the dry cactus stuff. Check out this gem I snapped in Payson, AZ. You can see the forest and mountains in the back.</p><p><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5206982660758239506" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgYX-pnM89jQF2lkY5ZMD4gwzs2PgSrK6G-VAKzAbjLHvFafAdVLBIavkeWCLyGuuRYp8TVqOaeJqSPLHi3AG_4xXLzvX48etX0kxgvQeiFjfi-Qwlk_Bkjg5Npnmja9scfCnZbiw/s320/Lake+Powell+Labor+Day+008.jpg" border="0" /></p><p>Anyone who knows me knows I love riding quads, motorcycles, and off roading in general. Ryan and his girlfriend Savannah (who are finally tying the knot in 3 weeks after 3 years of dating!) came down from Las Vegas to ride quads. Taylor came with, we had a blast! We found a trail that led us to Saguaro Lake. We jumped in, which if you've ever swam in a big lake at night you know how scary it is.<br /><br /><br /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5206951805301718354" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjCLZ3V8I5PF3uNsu3ec3BF12u4BWTv9kGiNL8MfzWNi4-BHPEwMJfFfgL-7FG90efBCDmoK5UiPAo-JZ-1ov29b04ECZs3hQze1x7wTbppX26cwrJpyNEDMxmjom-kgZX3VXJYkQ/s320/CIMG0958.JPG" border="0" /><br /><br /><br />Here's trying to get my quad into my Tacoma....my 2wd truck got stuck and Rybo had to pull me out with his Tacoma. See the rope?<br /><br /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5206951835193945586" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjUXDzdJdch2fy9RQ8zjfquwaC1dgqSHuLOBAFCdFqBu5QzRy3usVXXWklfvQJOCKKbHkdkgCxZGtNpO7SWEzjGK8SP0V1KR8Dqlvwc67DnQ_fOEJ_9NvG93YJYvlr9skeFnBh1fQ/s320/CIMG0968.JPG" border="0" /><br /><br /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5206951819335653570" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhpzQONa1IE3IGTIRqCzbBQmxg8oN8n6jd0d9rFiasC9W9qfun6BVj-dk9QcaEsolBYlvAphdhoxPsXBWEOQzWNs_urYa-BkK6xd1C7xWwJNSPoV9oPVqGTXITu9fRmuLbBEj2W3Q/s320/CIMG0964%5B1%5D+(2).JPG" border="0" /><br /><br />Last year I also made a work trip to Vegas where Ry and Sav ate dinner with me at the Outback.<br /><br /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5206950358934760466" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhRvrl8HB0Q81U1uxypQ1qfm5qMYjd4QyKuhTdsenTvBr6Ug_RRf4WW_ntu3lMzhTR0AcdhqUEj2C6szEweO_o0PEUMWZjXE558Tu6U8Zb459pBvy2XLL8srpKQG8a0SR6jsLkSMw/s320/100_1065+(2).JPG" border="0" /><br /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5206950370779737186" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiBA5RLcivZWOrfMcdVLniY7pkI-TfOHBbBx840c1e1zC-cx-EoEqITOvrzq-wymJ7fi-UKNYhnNwZR2gt8a3dqLkMpdPnGuFhpRXM4oLOpghtSwl9LIL78Dwpwz3l6bSrppidnqw/s320/100_1067.JPG" border="0" /><br /><br />Although I'm a total ARIZONA boy, last year was my first time visiting the magnificent Lake Powell. It was SOOOOOO much fun! No wonder the Grand Canyon is one of the 7 wonders of the world. I went twice, once for Memorial Day and also for Labor Day. Check it out:<br /><br /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5206983690722524866" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjlNU2eTB6mB_1XBEOAXU_-fkbK75OnNAKmjvCb1Uy-7NYilsrabuuy1YYsCL-4xoOERju9tXE8YLkq9n8TSAYpKBdDnsOZj2M5me0oHOmXLoLjbBub1S91Y6JFFv22HqfJHeexsg/s320/Lake+Powell-+Memorial+Day+07+007.jpg" border="0" /><br /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5206985346340469106" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjBLE8LCP0bFgxUP91yLv3OaMsnNN7xYJy00wUhkhYHYOiDkeN-R5ykY-5YaFPcFvmypXz_1fVutIwmZ51MatfrRWcg8NUXaJO7VRz6OUDOXyimqBtSg4dVho8Ve2WsxVPa4Cfxbg/s320/Lake+Powell-+Memorial+Day+07+027.jpg" border="0" /> </p><p></p><p>For Memorial Day, we camped on the beach. I made sure I brought a couple toys to enjoy. I realized a dream of mine by riding a sportbike through the curves and canyons at the Grand Canyon. My friend Kate came with.<img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5206983681877729874" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEglgSvjbHoQcmZ1A_wDepBRSyS3burdm4WuIgaNutLgSYQSNwE1nYWBApcnGjoU53l0OMijVmIsciL0T8XdWbx0u2V-7whS8NPvgBht63GpHKAeMtcwVZpc19mK9kS7jHuOBncYZw/s320/Lake+Powell-+Memorial+Day+07+006.jpg" border="0" /></p><p><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5206950392368132770" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgym5ahzAtI4T2q5jLjcYUGf6hggr07JR1iLiohTaEy4f3l-_GvGw2V2JEj8FcKxWgQV-1JSiB2gBYodk-9kg8DED1PNqvKoMSu9rfDkvqoUWCmGcftZONa188iXbrSYBalQa5TsA/s320/100_1277.JPG" border="0" /> <img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5206985335765836050" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhP943vb8wtgIKtTLmlyM_ZeWmkH47Nlb3QVRxu-xFrfMKhQCVeJcwCWvjilA6jFxRTOhAm33ZazNzC4pQH_v1Rk5GxEewpkyB4-RS9E-fcV9NMsMzHMrrJ4e74i5It2trFXUSbyA/s320/Lake+Powell-+Memorial+Day+07+019.jpg" border="0" /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5206985323971656274" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjX0zv-3ILSvVPEK5RQX1WIpq-f1d8IG5YQK7WHO5dk3MQF-WDoauaYKqVJMKyW_tUTqmYXlfq8bH4zLViKB0qHpAU8sEb6JTMYo7r4Js0Op1uNPHV0orWsxoWu-0YEI3ox9ekYIA/s320/Lake+Powell-+Memorial+Day+07+010.jpg" border="0" /></p><p></p><p>Labor Day we rented a house boat.....SOOOOO FUN! My favorite thing since having 2 knee surgeries is wake surfing. Its one of those activities that takes me away to a place of my own.<br /></p><p><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5206983663725692786" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiMAQ_O1BNFhlRcYwE_ENWkDTspMfFbnxMJMApeBeZdF1X1DCgqJw6PJDAAx12vwI9JmoSf3TvCFbsGkxGFPAh-u4MZPI0DUavGHaa50I7aT-3bQ-bs0d8d2wH0Kn16Dc4l0V6y2w/s320/Lake+Powell+Labor+Day+014.jpg" border="0" /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5206982668378902914" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi6VxBYqM9tMw3C9U67K2SIcMX8goE7pVXa7E9C0hC7xWocRzyswd_Bh0ZCmpHyFcfG4UXbhOapRxvGA5IWILuFHscVFt2Z9Dmxs4SfokgZVEptGtZciWiOIrPSto1-BTsilIKgKw/s320/Lake+Powell+Labor+Day+013.jpg" border="0" /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5206983673755209970" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjnH_iEtZKk0uSVLOPWX464WGzHyBMYBGQUqUWUTleBd4qS8Se_nYNfIwfmrZ5OSwqc6LB1GDXD93qjRCgKkPt4dnW7-ZpXVTExWnuf-OQchBSkA9OGBjZMiYiOzsj23I6bbpsFoQ/s320/Lake+Powell+Labor+Day+051.jpg" border="0" /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5206983680499546962" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg8OM9hVcdHPBv1jKdCXIU0-9dezZn_SVvY5bViVKPljI9izxQQOmmlk6_OO8CNB7Vp6rov134O4b30z1GrkXVENIMES8CU0dKpexDCECaYCYh3lZa3B94MGpUB26k3LrVzKKuHgw/s320/Lake+Powell+Labor+Day+073.jpg" border="0" /> </p><p>Check out this pic from when I duned it up earlier this year. Its actually of Mexico from the California border.</p><p><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5206950409005398722" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhHnYzs-ou5RsPX0b9dsnObEIwt62hWP7_Je1YtHIwTjAFpezOyyIIlrYQ1lmFHcKqVeXHDR9h6cMHIdoR-FpNi75eaX3uRotdttCup6t5Jx5IM_AcCUb4o2uL_AL9ByAN-xSaKDg/s320/100_1672.JPG" border="0" /></p><p><br /><br />Some of you might recall 2 years ago when I got to put on a tailored Diamondbacks uniform and play 7 innings of baseball on the Dbacks home field with some of the coaches and players. I never thought I could top that..........until.......I met Steve Nash!!!!!!<br /><br /></p><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5206988192743860754" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEimHO8mDSKAKu-vMMCHxKqUzkI6aRdDmeDRnwnK48m_YvYKsU2x_-Lg-BxyhVWLyzQJRBQcu5kisDC6yPygCp_3rzAZLKnORBZNXlCe6H4vCoZvhZVlx-5DrBQCzCOJ08G0I4UduQ/s320/march+08+059+(4).jpg" border="0" /><br /><br />.....AND SHAQ<br /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5206988182133027042" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEixy3R4WEnsoV4FomLCUo4JxFlVVli2ix9sS-QlzrpqcElIky7XBHiSmEaVzqw_aw9BAcLTBwnXIqtHI3wg7SpQYpfhp0htc9kwb2l9qgnO1_TTRHdlIMgfxBtnHeIaABVZFAZ5eg/s320/march+08+024+(2).jpg" border="0" /><br /><br /><br />...GRANT HILL<br /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5206988184997339522" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjPqvayyqonQRygwl8S9ozbvHAPmjo-Kb15VNbkC-6QNVgGjJHlKwB1Y_0R9V7f5PfI48HogGU2ghxjUQp2nC7ASzDQI5bumQ8YlaAefSslBeIn-9VQTC3KaRvG9H-TIRpKFbcZkw/s320/march+08+027.jpg" border="0" /><br /><br />....talked strategies with Coach D'Antoni<br /><br /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5206988789995697250" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhP-caU5LBoUNkPxE1Pzj8tsLoiIn2OPt2alnF56_li9hPXmwFJqJFS79jJIUKNlKOMJzVUHqwdpizqtj3kFmVr7__e2qZNMoxIuGkj4QtPigJRtRGa-YRCYf3Kj2krRmQaB7UykA/s320/march+08+076+(2).jpg" border="0" /><br /><br />...and spoke in Portuguese to Brazilian Leandro Barbosa!<br /><br /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5206988190285043778" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhrxcxKCtORfQr5kssiacnPE-PuL62Se522Wlgud2uOritZILFyDogSe6eMY3ZQIwcgSWmUKVgZrzU4H2RA6Y5Qdq5y3vhQu33GwnEbcxheEJ2akE2DLIhHNKzvJsdWFxprOvs5Hg/s320/march+08+030.jpg" border="0" /><br /><br />The night was amazing. My dad does a lot with Suns Charities and allowed me to bring a date, Emilie, and two friends Kyle and Kate McEuen. The famous painter Dan Dunn (youtube him) painted this pic of Shaq in 10 minutes while dancing around.<br /><br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhFNKmhjTfpCdf3Ma8crxgwUrgf-HehWezebXFeKcPApklaBCgDAREsz0EN0lsqzWJXrlKLMvonWyYj_qIFkYee3v8oOR7ovny4oSIatX0-nUkCMydTHN-fYtJdczxOSx1TDaNjOg/s1600-h/march+08+074.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5206988783104320178" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="213" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhFNKmhjTfpCdf3Ma8crxgwUrgf-HehWezebXFeKcPApklaBCgDAREsz0EN0lsqzWJXrlKLMvonWyYj_qIFkYee3v8oOR7ovny4oSIatX0-nUkCMydTHN-fYtJdczxOSx1TDaNjOg/s320/march+08+074.jpg" width="321" border="0" /></a><br />Kyle and Kate<br /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5206985364211039266" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg7RS5wE6wI4QKXqAcMIvo9Fjmxt4Kv9ikhuBO_6JNJghnHiN_b4YjgrAEwjMqITccX3rVhu_aDoIBPBOWdz9vX-_p7TmvQZCmHDh2_HjyrnrDMOaacESEdsO_dTLlegvK3wcp1Xg/s320/march+08+016.jpg" border="0" /><br />THANKS Mom and Dad! It was one of the most memorable days of my life! Meeting Steve Nash was incredible....I didnt know what to say to him! What do you say to Steve Nash? Its STEVE NASH!<br /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5206988202295952130" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiYAGcs66w5zoGIGTiWqbmneNzGc6W55xkriIPe9xhdnwnL9CtiQ9_qgbSNXX_UlYcIjYXoFSjx4Zv-V6haIxmz0gjQPmNQqMg6WcKSAiZkdrrqNQn1UjEmZTpnpYPfVpA10OAjeg/s320/march+08+061.jpg" border="0" /><br />Back to family. I made a trip to Provo last November in time to watch a BYU football game with Bubby. I went to a bday dinner for her with pregnant Jen.<br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg6DIdbHr7N2-6ueLCs_GkmqK3pC2o0MjOIKTMMDR29b1txoKbakVeqHN_EzAMcGe-s3AVXzlmDZ3svP2YUalW7Vncsd0zIIlm6glbFm_l6-L91IeoQH6HFiRWear3ghWG4Ce14fg/s1600-h/n17825220_34071643_3866.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5206988797490457506" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg6DIdbHr7N2-6ueLCs_GkmqK3pC2o0MjOIKTMMDR29b1txoKbakVeqHN_EzAMcGe-s3AVXzlmDZ3svP2YUalW7Vncsd0zIIlm6glbFm_l6-L91IeoQH6HFiRWear3ghWG4Ce14fg/s320/n17825220_34071643_3866.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjBOxBJf5hqB5f662KE2AKOQ9wGqRzRIUI4vj3SyNwF_oNFMaG8Ps238RXc3rhtsTnM7KwLrdQ5N8GSQ3EvYi1sg5Aw-IuxBoSfUXUEm5hoomnRc6o0Xg_vDDNqiLTPMiDpcXlyzw/s1600-h/n17825220_34071658_9879.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5206988808064145394" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjBOxBJf5hqB5f662KE2AKOQ9wGqRzRIUI4vj3SyNwF_oNFMaG8Ps238RXc3rhtsTnM7KwLrdQ5N8GSQ3EvYi1sg5Aw-IuxBoSfUXUEm5hoomnRc6o0Xg_vDDNqiLTPMiDpcXlyzw/s320/n17825220_34071658_9879.jpg" border="0" /></a> Dressing up as a Dback and hanging out with the Phoenix Suns is certainly nice, but being an uncle is the BEST! Baby Grunty and CupKate, tell 'em who you love!!! <div><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhF1_BnWJQO5aNO9lcx-kx20pdE0ZSecgupZ_9meNf2XGFFDxQ8FfKxek7k9SoJ11RQ84uFTgxK8XcrW-5sUQg3ZScsoQPya2NVFz186WHtrbv7KgmzR_jR7osIGjFrZ0SHMWXtig/s1600-h/Kyle.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5206982650312350306" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhF1_BnWJQO5aNO9lcx-kx20pdE0ZSecgupZ_9meNf2XGFFDxQ8FfKxek7k9SoJ11RQ84uFTgxK8XcrW-5sUQg3ZScsoQPya2NVFz186WHtrbv7KgmzR_jR7osIGjFrZ0SHMWXtig/s320/Kyle.jpg" border="0" /></a><br />UNCLE CUR!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! <div><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh_gjqdv7y8aHhWIJ3b0U-mT7q9YUU8nXb1BBDoAUKW9vNZbTRiKxR45gDLsCVlBhEIFkqT5WwzQOVQGqY0z3MKDQYrrTms-TGZ_rc5zWbZDga46ka0dE_WiZ5mWpao9Y_w3s4IfQ/s1600-h/cupk8.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5206951846089958402" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh_gjqdv7y8aHhWIJ3b0U-mT7q9YUU8nXb1BBDoAUKW9vNZbTRiKxR45gDLsCVlBhEIFkqT5WwzQOVQGqY0z3MKDQYrrTms-TGZ_rc5zWbZDga46ka0dE_WiZ5mWpao9Y_w3s4IfQ/s320/cupk8.jpg" border="0" /></a> <div><div><div> </div></div></div></div></div>Curtis Heymanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06038126922147397076noreply@blogger.com10tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17321500.post-25278883676394044782007-08-12T22:31:00.000-07:002007-08-26T23:05:56.513-07:00Ok FINE! I'll Update My Blog So You Stop Harrassing Me.Geez, its been a while since my last post (2 years???). Here are some random pics to get you somewhat informed with me....<br /><br />P.S., Future Entries: "Ask Me How it Feels to Be....... An UNCLE!", "What Do LDS Singles Do For Spring Break Besides Read Their Scriptures?"<br /><br /><br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh_kI1VzUZAdWGSv9F9l4sI1ZuDD4ZhThshYGxE1iMEFHVQk_ziwXtdYlQYgo1IolCOhxcZwNRWQcMAYtlIXRkJMeQ6CRCcPKKNHOzhQB5X_GVK5VhSvQNfNtPH5Osi7VOr3Ho05Q/s1600-h/San+Fran+019.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5098754170360146930" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh_kI1VzUZAdWGSv9F9l4sI1ZuDD4ZhThshYGxE1iMEFHVQk_ziwXtdYlQYgo1IolCOhxcZwNRWQcMAYtlIXRkJMeQ6CRCcPKKNHOzhQB5X_GVK5VhSvQNfNtPH5Osi7VOr3Ho05Q/s320/San+Fran+019.jpg" border="0" /></a> SOooo, this is what my knee looked like after my 2nd knee surgery. I didnt like the way i looked in a bathing suit so i had the dr. do some things....<br /><br /><br /><br />So right after surgery mom came to visit and i was itching like a dirty dog with fleas. The medicine had some itching effect on me and Mom treated me to a terrific scratcharoo. Thanks MOM!<br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiCPn6UnY8kMOIifl_LshiwYzL4nfCeJq85J9TVC6L9t1Z6WD-hBbM5eGw_3rxLbEwldQc2v4twsrcTEKvT0hUp3LDxUpB1RTRx_3ousKhpnR6pODl-TpPOtOBeNT4gGpX0MPdjVw/s1600-h/Surgery+002.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5098567197548849714" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiCPn6UnY8kMOIifl_LshiwYzL4nfCeJq85J9TVC6L9t1Z6WD-hBbM5eGw_3rxLbEwldQc2v4twsrcTEKvT0hUp3LDxUpB1RTRx_3ousKhpnR6pODl-TpPOtOBeNT4gGpX0MPdjVw/s320/Surgery+002.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br />This is embarrassing but the story behind this is I wanted to recreate a picture taken from the first time I had surgery (the original pic is in this blog somewhere). Unfortunately, we did a horrible job even though Taylor was a good sport about it.<br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgvQTTqi0opqDOy39-B9P_LrGBaPapkmEitdeh8-L4hrnk9K37fRUyPR7L3qq1f7VhSpkt7oUSCEDWFQsYFaLnCgc4w8iV8XbuPi5PzBTYT0USXrQaemtxpd5UJiBTkTxLLR84NDA/s1600-h/Surgery+004.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5098567824614074946" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgvQTTqi0opqDOy39-B9P_LrGBaPapkmEitdeh8-L4hrnk9K37fRUyPR7L3qq1f7VhSpkt7oUSCEDWFQsYFaLnCgc4w8iV8XbuPi5PzBTYT0USXrQaemtxpd5UJiBTkTxLLR84NDA/s320/Surgery+004.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br />The first picture goes out to all those who supported me while i was crippled and in bed. Particularly my mother Diane and my lil bro Chief Wampum. If your name belongs here too, let me know. I dont want to leave you out on a dedicatory picture as special as this one.<br /><br /><br />The tongue picture goes to Robert Horry, the Spurs, Bruce Bowen, that stupid, betting ref, and especially Robert Horry.<br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhp0ojVcNQyxgdQJD2KyFdwzrIXl12EZ672mwxhF4FEXsQ2o9iBBi36DurjMDcMVYNXv_mMDLMV5J2gBHk65rdy2pXpVcudIIdiQYvIB5FVyPhholHL8iFTgA00bYdAxzcg6YzitQ/s1600-h/Surgery+010.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5098568567643417186" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhp0ojVcNQyxgdQJD2KyFdwzrIXl12EZ672mwxhF4FEXsQ2o9iBBi36DurjMDcMVYNXv_mMDLMV5J2gBHk65rdy2pXpVcudIIdiQYvIB5FVyPhholHL8iFTgA00bYdAxzcg6YzitQ/s320/Surgery+010.jpg" border="0" /></a><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhwHFcFks9HE5bURmVx6i_5Pz-H-XkNZfGD60lAYFDvlVYibE-qtaN6nBBONSSpOeghs31xYaolUj8rgyulvL5IBXXrels-Mi__S2JV-2XcT2gT3Pd9G7kEZkxEnHt9uMw_OgUbqQ/s1600-h/Surgery+005.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5098568163916491346" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhwHFcFks9HE5bURmVx6i_5Pz-H-XkNZfGD60lAYFDvlVYibE-qtaN6nBBONSSpOeghs31xYaolUj8rgyulvL5IBXXrels-Mi__S2JV-2XcT2gT3Pd9G7kEZkxEnHt9uMw_OgUbqQ/s320/Surgery+005.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />Here's me and John Malfatto during one of my many trips to visit his bachelor pad on the San Diego beach. Lookin' tough, John.<br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhbZ7Let5Ifedljk8ku1HQwT4B_AjqC7VE19kMeP2PFOmB7fSWWe_AyrtpI5YlhrDrFzwcCaapnzrbRF2w7b2Vkl6yH7pcBoqsMlcI2eZuiGRoxgnLhZ1qlK86FY5LJma5ddghv-Q/s1600-h/100_0866.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5098752357883948002" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhbZ7Let5Ifedljk8ku1HQwT4B_AjqC7VE19kMeP2PFOmB7fSWWe_AyrtpI5YlhrDrFzwcCaapnzrbRF2w7b2Vkl6yH7pcBoqsMlcI2eZuiGRoxgnLhZ1qlK86FY5LJma5ddghv-Q/s320/100_0866.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br />Oh snap. This had to be one of the funniest things i've ever done. Long story short, Cory, Brad and I would stand outside the Wahoo's in Huntington Beach and look up at a tree and yell "Come down from there!" over and over and everyone would look up in the tree and ask what was going on. Answers varied from "my pet turtle is stuck up there" to "someone's going to jump, we think he's suicidal." If you click on the pic, you can count over 8 rubberneckers. IceSkatieKatie was in on the act.<br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjHXjc3Edm-qf_-9oZfDrGoFkpE103wz5eZOdUMQBudnsUDDkqw-dyqELd2MZ4kbP9K4IqvzGTwsV8MgtZwyIPSpisHsM-Y-m3RGm9uRXk6IwXyYeEhcEH7sMk4YJ-LlJTPZH0akQ/s1600-h/100_0364.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5098752065826171858" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjHXjc3Edm-qf_-9oZfDrGoFkpE103wz5eZOdUMQBudnsUDDkqw-dyqELd2MZ4kbP9K4IqvzGTwsV8MgtZwyIPSpisHsM-Y-m3RGm9uRXk6IwXyYeEhcEH7sMk4YJ-LlJTPZH0akQ/s320/100_0364.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><br />At the opening of the Newport Beach temple with Brad and Chory during the same '05 trip to CA.<br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiGL3P0jToKygEAvp1XBebLeeLahH65knG9jJFKCbsG9eOExcW0UOdocuYU6YJ_4lYv2xAN3tMA0ePDVOBbgw6qaPGlFvyStx7_72S-gz7ObfHGpp65RpRlzOwwkgr4a3dr_2iWeg/s1600-h/mebradcorytemple.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5098751765178461122" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiGL3P0jToKygEAvp1XBebLeeLahH65knG9jJFKCbsG9eOExcW0UOdocuYU6YJ_4lYv2xAN3tMA0ePDVOBbgw6qaPGlFvyStx7_72S-gz7ObfHGpp65RpRlzOwwkgr4a3dr_2iWeg/s320/mebradcorytemple.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><br />Inside joke, but if ur not laughing, something is wrong.<br /><br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjeZ-ITgaFqimnVrkAvzDOnhjfJR7H9JNCyUMlCph0Q9hRPD-LFdCZ0QZbygeXn89cpqMSZwfZGMhKEZiPwKw6bdkk_SThqUGB5HFSQRAwfNnfNv4TEPy-rZau4pH0uG2hs6bL8Dg/s1600-h/100_0339.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5098751516070357938" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjeZ-ITgaFqimnVrkAvzDOnhjfJR7H9JNCyUMlCph0Q9hRPD-LFdCZ0QZbygeXn89cpqMSZwfZGMhKEZiPwKw6bdkk_SThqUGB5HFSQRAwfNnfNv4TEPy-rZau4pH0uG2hs6bL8Dg/s320/100_0339.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br />Cory smiling at a hottie. Brad caught in the headlights. Best roomies ever.<br /><br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhaZHrX0kbKMi04UW2AIw9b7CaxsWFJAnkazYOgBTOIhz5o0qMNYf33i-5ojOBM6Z_ILt4aMUD_EFICwrO5eeAeL6RTTbKGxL_nQq9PAlULQyGYTbGRQ1EeOUmDNQFXIRnoJlh4Ig/s1600-h/100_0323.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5098751224012581794" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhaZHrX0kbKMi04UW2AIw9b7CaxsWFJAnkazYOgBTOIhz5o0qMNYf33i-5ojOBM6Z_ILt4aMUD_EFICwrO5eeAeL6RTTbKGxL_nQq9PAlULQyGYTbGRQ1EeOUmDNQFXIRnoJlh4Ig/s320/100_0323.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br />Another good '05 memory: Jon Passey riding my standup jetski pulling me on a surfboard at Bartlett Lake. Its so beautiful there in the morning.<br /><br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjeuuvErwlxOVlSbEIgDnSkdXqtuJR_lF2s-qkCSIgrGyJUQdhyDK15OOBzZoR-Jfzh2DY86fFIQH22oIQeyGhW9j1UgyComrHIVNJJPkbCccHJ65SzFOmclUyfnIPjsoTucFjM0A/s1600-h/100_0315.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5098751030739053458" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjeuuvErwlxOVlSbEIgDnSkdXqtuJR_lF2s-qkCSIgrGyJUQdhyDK15OOBzZoR-Jfzh2DY86fFIQH22oIQeyGhW9j1UgyComrHIVNJJPkbCccHJ65SzFOmclUyfnIPjsoTucFjM0A/s320/100_0315.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br />Me and Rybo at FatBurger, July '07 when Cbug and I went to pick up my new truck in Vegas.<br /><br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgByMOn3RD3ImTrjQApH84vTRGbwMlBWTTGJmAjuJ9e3fAF4Y0qMfMYoEyaFUrDeu3bbvI2TbeudZ4hkFo2Nn0JEga9jV5HUsMaR5YBBP9KPtST9jslz_c1sDdv4WFpXo5hJr9cEQ/s1600-h/TRUCK+IN+VEGAS+012.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5098748951974882178" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgByMOn3RD3ImTrjQApH84vTRGbwMlBWTTGJmAjuJ9e3fAF4Y0qMfMYoEyaFUrDeu3bbvI2TbeudZ4hkFo2Nn0JEga9jV5HUsMaR5YBBP9KPtST9jslz_c1sDdv4WFpXo5hJr9cEQ/s320/TRUCK+IN+VEGAS+012.jpg" border="0" /></a> </div><br /><br /><div></div><br /><br /><div>Here's me and Cbug on our flight to Vegas. I couldnt hold back my excitement.<br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh0CifGXE3fvj5QGl2JPPhfVCJplhsXBCotS4-IxB4hoaZboDea6u06QRodw4G-aJ5rMfbQyRDF7y2R4mFtZ1zs0LU7aNq74hSnSf0CIYNbjQUt4oaR5vCSGFS9WyLWzILh5iGWLw/s1600-h/TRUCK+IN+VEGAS+005.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5098571758804118210" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh0CifGXE3fvj5QGl2JPPhfVCJplhsXBCotS4-IxB4hoaZboDea6u06QRodw4G-aJ5rMfbQyRDF7y2R4mFtZ1zs0LU7aNq74hSnSf0CIYNbjQUt4oaR5vCSGFS9WyLWzILh5iGWLw/s320/TRUCK+IN+VEGAS+005.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br />Bug couldnt' hold back her brattiness.</div><br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiMgqBTc1poUaMFevbP5LfokVemxq_-wZMEty4QXO6IBMslXlnbaTd7UVlp3QOw52MCkl_0Sp1AA-7ZNsHnwIXbb3H98W4PdLBq_XmF9Z5qEfamzDfvDeC6hdS7iDmzyKKR7gWCIw/s1600-h/TRUCK+IN+VEGAS+007.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5098748337794558834" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiMgqBTc1poUaMFevbP5LfokVemxq_-wZMEty4QXO6IBMslXlnbaTd7UVlp3QOw52MCkl_0Sp1AA-7ZNsHnwIXbb3H98W4PdLBq_XmF9Z5qEfamzDfvDeC6hdS7iDmzyKKR7gWCIw/s320/TRUCK+IN+VEGAS+007.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br />Ok, if we're going to talk about Cbug, then I get to post at least a few of our best pics. Summer of '06 (one of the 3 summers we dated, haha) on the way back from visiting John in San Diego. Love the sunset.<br /><br /></div><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEja2_apzWtjadotBT65UWNKYr50s_vNODmpZVz5P0Bs9Pij_dJi-ajhNR9-lDUtBnrUibd2bGR2h9hVdtGG10_oWJwcwO6USbXlfRzNxZV8GG2Eq4YlmCnAiQWTAUHjPsqBxctIOw/s1600-h/IMG_5879.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5098747689254497122" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEja2_apzWtjadotBT65UWNKYr50s_vNODmpZVz5P0Bs9Pij_dJi-ajhNR9-lDUtBnrUibd2bGR2h9hVdtGG10_oWJwcwO6USbXlfRzNxZV8GG2Eq4YlmCnAiQWTAUHjPsqBxctIOw/s320/IMG_5879.JPG" border="0" /></a></div><br /><div><br /></div>BUG!!! Listen to me when i'm talkin to you!<br /><div></div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgyH2ceF1CNW5ZOS-1lnCfScHpH3ayEWrxqKfWi-kH0fds6l38CEPvnZgTsqcfMJtGr3Vh2t-4YwAZhwCUeGrL_arNvCCSRfk5f7sgFPksRexAECwtYHJZQG8QWgQK1avbayL7qcQ/s1600-h/100_0958.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5099186831771199138" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgyH2ceF1CNW5ZOS-1lnCfScHpH3ayEWrxqKfWi-kH0fds6l38CEPvnZgTsqcfMJtGr3Vh2t-4YwAZhwCUeGrL_arNvCCSRfk5f7sgFPksRexAECwtYHJZQG8QWgQK1avbayL7qcQ/s320/100_0958.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><div><br /></div><br /><div></div></div><br /><div></div><br /><div><div>Going to ride was a bi-weekly thing for me and Bug. We even fit my LTZ400 and DRZ4o0 in my truck and rode down at the track together!<br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhoEpKavWB6FqwsWUIQ8mIRib0uvQ8ZApZb3QTNzC559XBtwjYbhmQu0h955_t9nRBYOBqkYoFBEZjtP-fyjnDKRdcWqIZBgVKvqNd23eETtUDYbtNSkmB2BBQyPDNTigMRNqz2iA/s1600-h/100_0907.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5098570624932752034" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhoEpKavWB6FqwsWUIQ8mIRib0uvQ8ZApZb3QTNzC559XBtwjYbhmQu0h955_t9nRBYOBqkYoFBEZjtP-fyjnDKRdcWqIZBgVKvqNd23eETtUDYbtNSkmB2BBQyPDNTigMRNqz2iA/s320/100_0907.JPG" border="0" /></a></div><br /><div><br /></div><br /><div></div><div>Dbackin' it.<br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjLcwfPnnv3s_DkYWTk05h04OC4Sd4BwTCaLsbgpUiPYPJ9CHNwQ67hqu9PQb02wnUwsF6V2j1W4BWXZxLsVhxtPoNG4FvRGvE-5tusP3rJr4JvxlWiXAos6wOXGyaNtOBzCT8SPg/s1600-h/IMG_5873.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5098571196163402418" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjLcwfPnnv3s_DkYWTk05h04OC4Sd4BwTCaLsbgpUiPYPJ9CHNwQ67hqu9PQb02wnUwsF6V2j1W4BWXZxLsVhxtPoNG4FvRGvE-5tusP3rJr4JvxlWiXAos6wOXGyaNtOBzCT8SPg/s320/IMG_5873.JPG" border="0" /></a></div><br /><div><br /></div><div></div><div>Takin inventory in the CurboCycles garage.</div><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgHlWFtWvP5ZkgwAM92Q9Ctkj1MlELLR84wuvYw7WhlVTh9FbSqgXRo7sRRqeToTx_7A2xOmaJKkSMTVNeYnnYvWj8_kWq1M7fnyGQLm_lRrpfkfnVWGXp8Ts17RY31WcYFLajt3g/s1600-h/cartoon2.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5098744807331441362" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgHlWFtWvP5ZkgwAM92Q9Ctkj1MlELLR84wuvYw7WhlVTh9FbSqgXRo7sRRqeToTx_7A2xOmaJKkSMTVNeYnnYvWj8_kWq1M7fnyGQLm_lRrpfkfnVWGXp8Ts17RY31WcYFLajt3g/s320/cartoon2.jpg" border="0" /></a></div><br /><div><br /></div><div></div><div></div><div>Cory and I got sick of the usual Mesa "rent out a YMCA, hire a dj to play burnt out music, and charge at the door" parties, so we threw a 2007 Spring Break SmoothieFest where we offered free smoothies to everybody. It was super chill and all the hottest and coolest were there.</div><div></div><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiPFtdS7WnIWNXirnLAc7MuH_IbDTzk3QyPyOJBD_2WStiOEkPCz7kG1t5ciQKcNLIg1wtZJOhcCHD_qTKbKaXhv6mtWUBYAcB2ROkKjVv5dyq12NO-RzpOKNcvgza8mxrLBzammg/s1600-h/Spring+Break+07+001.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5098745747929279234" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiPFtdS7WnIWNXirnLAc7MuH_IbDTzk3QyPyOJBD_2WStiOEkPCz7kG1t5ciQKcNLIg1wtZJOhcCHD_qTKbKaXhv6mtWUBYAcB2ROkKjVv5dyq12NO-RzpOKNcvgza8mxrLBzammg/s320/Spring+Break+07+001.jpg" border="0" /></a></div><br /><div><br /></div><div></div><div>Here's a photo I snapped of Steve and Dirk at the SmoothieFest. Dirk, did you put something in your's and Steve's smoothie? EUROPEANS....</div><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiC7UV4A5Ak557ASvdt2b65fFIsdIRtU6rn85ng0WWYveU-9Egj4MwPzlZ8eSXYDZMp4aEhCLK5jii-CpBJYrTKEXNwqK_sEYl4PM-YWXWTmHhPyrBtFvGf1hHxpbcfRFCWb4rH8Q/s1600-h/steve.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5098745962677644050" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiC7UV4A5Ak557ASvdt2b65fFIsdIRtU6rn85ng0WWYveU-9Egj4MwPzlZ8eSXYDZMp4aEhCLK5jii-CpBJYrTKEXNwqK_sEYl4PM-YWXWTmHhPyrBtFvGf1hHxpbcfRFCWb4rH8Q/s320/steve.jpg" border="0" /></a></div><div><br /></div><br /><div>Sometimes I trick super quality girls like Emilie into visiting me in AZ. </div><div></div><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiYeS0pvXEOO3phKiFo51Bk7NmOF9guU2kfDBr9ML2n9gqvPikjkeIg5yz3oZxAjRY1Sd_Oj_CCy9yir_UfS6LKA0aZlJbOoM58Iv6lLNeAvEuHR4ytMt6FXIVa2y0_1dxX7lhNGw/s1600-h/Lake+Powell-+Memorial+Day+07+035.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5098747242577898322" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiYeS0pvXEOO3phKiFo51Bk7NmOF9guU2kfDBr9ML2n9gqvPikjkeIg5yz3oZxAjRY1Sd_Oj_CCy9yir_UfS6LKA0aZlJbOoM58Iv6lLNeAvEuHR4ytMt6FXIVa2y0_1dxX7lhNGw/s320/Lake+Powell-+Memorial+Day+07+035.jpg" border="0" /></a> </div><div><br /></div><br /><div>While she was in town, we went to the lake with the Kemptons. Here's a photo i took while Chandler and Trent were being all Kemptonish, trying to help out with getting the trailer hitched. One of my fav. pics.</div><br /><div><br /></div><br /><div><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgbD4v8UOY4CJko3wc7xip_4dXYxrh0lFTvtGeqHAiUBLzn63d4vreacF0pLyrB-zAFq1GtCTt25xbtprwSc-F9y2d5nr8i-iSz4dXyLIgEVnCMrMWgsNoR4CLKYUKimQojYfgqbA/s1600-h/Lake+Powell-+Memorial+Day+07+015.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5098746701412018994" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgbD4v8UOY4CJko3wc7xip_4dXYxrh0lFTvtGeqHAiUBLzn63d4vreacF0pLyrB-zAFq1GtCTt25xbtprwSc-F9y2d5nr8i-iSz4dXyLIgEVnCMrMWgsNoR4CLKYUKimQojYfgqbA/s320/Lake+Powell-+Memorial+Day+07+015.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><br /></div><div><br /></div><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEglNTkEHD9dowSu09LxsRNpn_1EdcgrCrV64w9Z8D1tQqvr_0QBUq0AOrCmChYtghMvDIs3PeYue91hQPMEWNEqmzFszILlr9-dUxBylaPxMKSkm2Zp22CrJQCvLrOmtBwYEQAkHA/s1600-h/Lake+Powell-+Memorial+Day+07+016.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5098746959110056770" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEglNTkEHD9dowSu09LxsRNpn_1EdcgrCrV64w9Z8D1tQqvr_0QBUq0AOrCmChYtghMvDIs3PeYue91hQPMEWNEqmzFszILlr9-dUxBylaPxMKSkm2Zp22CrJQCvLrOmtBwYEQAkHA/s320/Lake+Powell-+Memorial+Day+07+016.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><br />What would this blog be without a good pic of the Kemptons? Pre-Ashley days.<br /></div><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj8P77i7XDczG5_eMBPeJSRl4nWCQyK2zUpzJSUgmGOdkGmlxDA_ODnl-c39pedtQq3D_9R8sMPKSMSSk5IIF0vh_5RRcMtbnFBURUvAwBl9quhANtj-Jr_6_T_Il4eHnNOT1UNog/s1600-h/100_0878.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5099153206472238738" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj8P77i7XDczG5_eMBPeJSRl4nWCQyK2zUpzJSUgmGOdkGmlxDA_ODnl-c39pedtQq3D_9R8sMPKSMSSk5IIF0vh_5RRcMtbnFBURUvAwBl9quhANtj-Jr_6_T_Il4eHnNOT1UNog/s320/100_0878.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /></div><br /><div>On another SoCal trip this summer, I took Kaitlyn to the OC Fair. Among other things, we watched Lucha Libre wrestling....you know, the Mexican wrestling where they dress up funny like Nacho Libre? It was sooooo romantic that we decided we had to take a few photos at a booth to remember the night. More pics to come later. Look for Kaitlegs and her bro Brandon on American Idol this season if you watch that show...<br /><br /><br /></div><div><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjDAKQaXyNHCmW1NKmExe916WVmea9KGT3V99G9Q7qeHRewuQhHVrlqch0D_-IkaGTwjolqlcUd-Phcw95XZqUbl3FQ-8ZSQlymfUl684noFM7Bric74GmN_L7KmKnb1-_M2rwxrQ/s1600-h/july+07.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5098746173131041570" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjDAKQaXyNHCmW1NKmExe916WVmea9KGT3V99G9Q7qeHRewuQhHVrlqch0D_-IkaGTwjolqlcUd-Phcw95XZqUbl3FQ-8ZSQlymfUl684noFM7Bric74GmN_L7KmKnb1-_M2rwxrQ/s400/july+07.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><br />Win 'em with the smile<br /><br /><br /><br />Get Ugly<br /><br /><br /><br />Take no prisoners<br /><br /><br /><br />Random time.<br /></div><br /><div></div><br /><div><br /><br /></div><br /><div>MY SISTERS!!!!!!!!!! They look "ssssoooooOOOOOOOOO GOOOOOD!" (in teenage girl squad voice).<br /><br /></div><div><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhBn5UzEcQSC3OoFQz2OzUNfkKmrnO-PM02XsqGFkM1TlMlcZB8t5iOhDE1owYwVWcyOk9zfwfHW5WHvlIJcGqR4qEnqKX_GmcwACUPbjoZ1gY8U_ol_I4Zu5_xP2oYZcyMF4Oa0Q/s1600-h/sisters.bmp"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5098745460166470386" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhBn5UzEcQSC3OoFQz2OzUNfkKmrnO-PM02XsqGFkM1TlMlcZB8t5iOhDE1owYwVWcyOk9zfwfHW5WHvlIJcGqR4qEnqKX_GmcwACUPbjoZ1gY8U_ol_I4Zu5_xP2oYZcyMF4Oa0Q/s320/sisters.bmp" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br />One of my all time fav. pics. Taylor had some weird circular red scab inbetween his eyebrows, so i started calling him "Hindu Woman", cuz don't they wear those red dots on purpose? Anyways, it served up a week full of laughter and endless teasing. This pic captures some of the hilarity.<br /><br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjSTuGsUhGLiCQWuFyNshryIGtjOEI6CZ8JYTRXWiBYZfGdehu1ZFf9GwV4k4UtBf7e1a_nuZh2QBn4xPaOHRgot-l8MZBhEO0LP5-C9s2Tc1plrKynz1pPNN0ZrIYE_WFGqbtiyg/s1600-h/hindu+woman.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5098745254008040162" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjSTuGsUhGLiCQWuFyNshryIGtjOEI6CZ8JYTRXWiBYZfGdehu1ZFf9GwV4k4UtBf7e1a_nuZh2QBn4xPaOHRgot-l8MZBhEO0LP5-C9s2Tc1plrKynz1pPNN0ZrIYE_WFGqbtiyg/s320/hindu+woman.jpg" border="0" /></a> </div><div><br /><br /><br />Halloween got old for me when i was 13. But being single, you force yourself to go out and make the best of it even though you'd rather be taking your kids door-to-door. Hey, at least i make a heck of a cowboy.....YoSammitySam cowboy.<br /></div><div><div><div><div><div><div><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjS77UjLZKHWpzWDgJalNSS_xie64LhKAre99XLwcAW6LDV_r1DqiJCrXmr467ppK7QyCzvcZ1c2kC9aq3pWnBkNs3r2hyphenhyphenqNZrR_BoU48opvsObUC4_qLmGyGBHUPaLNCN9HtiMOA/s1600-h/yosammity.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5098568859701193330" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjS77UjLZKHWpzWDgJalNSS_xie64LhKAre99XLwcAW6LDV_r1DqiJCrXmr467ppK7QyCzvcZ1c2kC9aq3pWnBkNs3r2hyphenhyphenqNZrR_BoU48opvsObUC4_qLmGyGBHUPaLNCN9HtiMOA/s320/yosammity.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><div><div><br /><div><br /><div><br />My heart races when i see this picture. I got to spend an afternoon playing a 7 inning baseball game with my Dad at Chase Field where the Dbacks play. One of the most exciting days of my life, even though I had torn my ACL in my left knee only a few days before. We got tailored uniforms with our names and fav. numbers on back.....got to play with the coaches and players....and even get called up to bat by the announcer and have our names on the big screen!!!! This happened a year ago but it was only 3 months ago that I stopped having dreams that the Dbacks had signed me after watching me play. No SERIOUSLY!</div><br /><div><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhL3xRPxx2h6D6gGjbZI3OmMYExBos0Kk534S_C9vZIeYjWWjOXfze1XNQ8DNkaNGiIfVaWQsEOYuSPcUiTgLZ_OHJH_2BtIsBOLRpeNIPmw6TFAzz8AwTtp_Zbh2U4PkeVUxzt-Q/s1600-h/scan0005.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5098566372915128850" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhL3xRPxx2h6D6gGjbZI3OmMYExBos0Kk534S_C9vZIeYjWWjOXfze1XNQ8DNkaNGiIfVaWQsEOYuSPcUiTgLZ_OHJH_2BtIsBOLRpeNIPmw6TFAzz8AwTtp_Zbh2U4PkeVUxzt-Q/s320/scan0005.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /></div><br /><div><br />During batting practice I hit 2 foul that would've been homers and one that double bounced to the fence! Pretty good for having a torn ACL.</div><br /><div></div><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhktVInrjqieMe5kOcwl2k5oJqi0hj-jOxUMqWAEuC4XbqqOUHgEdnhq3Z3Od9ZpEV7U9FS0mpj7UZZJZOtypWHzQJQfzBmN9l8N4pLxe0kzP-1p48tWUMp2bJgu0-LsUx_m_8yRw/s1600-h/scan0004.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5098566600548395554" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhktVInrjqieMe5kOcwl2k5oJqi0hj-jOxUMqWAEuC4XbqqOUHgEdnhq3Z3Od9ZpEV7U9FS0mpj7UZZJZOtypWHzQJQfzBmN9l8N4pLxe0kzP-1p48tWUMp2bJgu0-LsUx_m_8yRw/s320/scan0004.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><div>When i'm not playing for the Dbacks (or pretending to), I'm usually in the stands punking out 'roidheads like Barry Bonds. Its unfortunate the picture was taken a second too late, cuz initially Bonds was looking into the camera.<br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi3LveisbUSnmDyq6RUzNMSs4e6IlD7uqfkXrEdYZYB4QKnHtIjQ_dk3k8j8w3DqXFBuTspY0Uyoj2aHFal243yGN5cd2eANVamZB1Xj3Y7808fnR56HqBaSQiiP9oyd6y7xP_riw/s1600-h/barry.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5098565952008333826" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi3LveisbUSnmDyq6RUzNMSs4e6IlD7uqfkXrEdYZYB4QKnHtIjQ_dk3k8j8w3DqXFBuTspY0Uyoj2aHFal243yGN5cd2eANVamZB1Xj3Y7808fnR56HqBaSQiiP9oyd6y7xP_riw/s320/barry.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br />I've given up snowboarding, skateboarding, and wakeboarding but i still cling to surfing and wakesurfing. Night time is when its best if you ask me.<br /><br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhg8nubiZIrRjnZiunrmfcIpHNL00YUhGvRze_Y7Lw51-_iCZp2GqkamVkavS05avaWs_dgS2-Jxj4oyWlpuxKqQ_qKdnpM6li092CKXtxcDynaicUjX959WlbX_Sne87PWBOdgXw/s1600-h/mesurf.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5098565535396506098" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhg8nubiZIrRjnZiunrmfcIpHNL00YUhGvRze_Y7Lw51-_iCZp2GqkamVkavS05avaWs_dgS2-Jxj4oyWlpuxKqQ_qKdnpM6li092CKXtxcDynaicUjX959WlbX_Sne87PWBOdgXw/s320/mesurf.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><div>Haha, if you click on the pic and get a close up of Robert Kempton's face, you'll want to start singing the theme song to Dukes of Hazard "Just the good ol boys....never doin' no harm...". This is us wakeboarding in mud where the 202 freeway was being built after a serious rainstorm. There's actually a rope tied to the ATV so we'd take turns pulling each other down the mud/water strip.(Spring of '06)<br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi6hYDVskKMsGXeU1U88mI3BCrAw-qx4upRrtQPrTMLh7DZB8XdD9bQo2RP7balYTfKARurqPX_4Kmu2BuXEDFBIKJ8sKezR6cQQ7AnVpvM4Rb-riuJuaHAcLUgk3I_IErq8KWk1w/s1600-h/Just+the+good+ol"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5098058535982049714" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi6hYDVskKMsGXeU1U88mI3BCrAw-qx4upRrtQPrTMLh7DZB8XdD9bQo2RP7balYTfKARurqPX_4Kmu2BuXEDFBIKJ8sKezR6cQQ7AnVpvM4Rb-riuJuaHAcLUgk3I_IErq8KWk1w/s320/Just+the+good+ol%27+boys.....jpg" border="0" /></a></div><br /><br /><br /><div></div><br /><div></div>Here's an awesome pic in Irvine,CA when Ryan and I went on a "twinners" date with Nikki and Jenny. This is during the summer when Ryan and I sold pest control together (2002). Initially, Ryan was too cool to do a twinners' date, but we obviously convinced him otherwise.<br /><br /><div></div><br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgUjUoZiyIvkfZ1_xyznQboVGa8MNoL0jYHPuhflhUXKu3FbSEWH8b1mL8abgkdtrz_65QK2tvr5nagiH2ZF29EJ_zJgGhsGb6bqUJ0PYb718U8HXd6sCc1eK-NawkLdKReABAAGA/s1600-h/twinners.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5098414494281607650" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgUjUoZiyIvkfZ1_xyznQboVGa8MNoL0jYHPuhflhUXKu3FbSEWH8b1mL8abgkdtrz_65QK2tvr5nagiH2ZF29EJ_zJgGhsGb6bqUJ0PYb718U8HXd6sCc1eK-NawkLdKReABAAGA/s320/twinners.jpg" border="0" /></a></div><br /><div></div><div></div><div></div><div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div>Curtis Heymanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06038126922147397076noreply@blogger.com8tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17321500.post-1128791924204238662005-10-08T09:29:00.000-07:002007-08-12T21:31:43.108-07:00Winter 2004-Beginning of 2005 Facing Real Life<div align="left"><a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4090/1667/1600/000_0133.jpg"></a><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">So after my knee healed sufficiently, I went out to put my degree to work and get a real job. Haha, I interviewed at a number of places, some of them being car dealerships, and in the process had the multi-multi-multi millionair cowboy Tex Earnhardt take me to lunch and try to convince me to work for him. I said yes and lasted a month and a half. I couldn't stand a lot of things there so I left.</span> </div><div align="center"></div><div align="left"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">It wasn't much later that I was offered a great opportunity with My Profit Keeper to sell an accounting software to large franchises. I'm now Director of Sales and Training there and in 9 months time I've helped the company go from 3 employees and 20 clients to 11 employees and 300 clients. Things are keeping me busy. Below is a few photos of things I did on the side during the last part of 2004 to the beginning of 2005.</span></div><br /><br /><br /><div align="center"><br /><a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4090/1667/1600/msedona,%202-4-05.jpg"><img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4090/1667/320/msedona%2C%202-4-05.jpg" border="0" /></a> February 4, 2005 in Sedona, AZ. The place is super cool for being a haven of wierdos.<br /><br /><br /><br /></div><div align="center"><a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4090/1667/1600/meh3-25.jpg"><img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4090/1667/320/meh3-25.jpg" border="0" /></a>March 2005. Heathie came home from her mish at Temple Square. </div><div align="center"> </div><div align="center"> </div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"></span><br /><a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4090/1667/1600/mery.jpg"><img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4090/1667/320/mery.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">Here's me and Rybo, Rybot, Coughbot, Dr. Death, Ryan Seastrand American Model, Wizager in SoCal. I've got a lot of love for Mr. Coughbottica.</span><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /></div><div align="center"><div align="center"><a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4090/1667/1600/mew7.jpg"><img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4090/1667/320/mew7.jpg" border="0" /></a><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">While on my way to General Conference in April of 2005, I met up with my friend Mary Ellen. We were turned a corner looking for a parking space and Mary's FRONT TIRE CAME OFF two blocks from conference! SO, yeah, we missed the session as we had to get a tow truck and stuff. Its amazing how many people stopped to offer help though...</span> </div><br /><br /><br /><div align="center"><a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4090/1667/1600/mew6.jpg"><img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4090/1667/320/mew6.jpg" border="0" /></a> <span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;">Mary and I had to snap a photo, no one would believe us if we didn't.</span></div><div align="center"><br /></div><div align="center"><a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4090/1667/1600/mew2.jpg"><img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4090/1667/320/mew2.jpg" border="0" /></a> <span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">Haha, I helped secure a towtruck and get the car out of the middle of downtown SLC to a car shop. Mary's trying to explain what happened to a friend on the phone...</span></div><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"></span><br /><a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4090/1667/1600/mew2.jpg"></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><div align="center"><a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4090/1667/1600/100_0211.jpg"><img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4090/1667/320/100_0211.jpg" border="0" /></a><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">I did quite a bit of curbocycling even while I had only one good knee in 2004. This is an R1 I bought super cheap, fixed up, rode hard, and made some dough on.</span> </div><br /><br /><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"></span><a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4090/1667/1600/r1fix.jpg"><img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4090/1667/320/r1fix.jpg" border="0" /></a><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">Finished product, my first 2002 Yamaha R1</span>. Props to Clayton on the paint job.</div><div align="center"><br /><div align="left"></div><div align="left"><br /></div><div align="left"><a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4090/1667/1600/000_0037.jpg"><img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4090/1667/320/000_0037.jpg" border="0" /></a> <span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;">Haha, I know this is one of Andy's favorite pics....</span></div><div align="left"><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;">This is me and Lindsey Prowse with Andy and Baby Higgs in Nov. 2004. I wired Andy the $$ and he bought a bike for me in UT. Lins and I drove up and got it.</span> </div><div align="left"></div><div align="left"></div><div align="left"></div><div align="left"><img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4090/1667/320/000_0118.jpg" border="0" /></div><p align="center"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">Here it is. 2002 Yamaha R1...i made sure it did 145mph.</span></p><p></p></div></div>Curtis Heymanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06038126922147397076noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17321500.post-1128204415594713852005-10-01T14:18:00.000-07:002007-08-12T21:29:11.450-07:00Is There Life for a Single LDS Guy After BYU? Summer/Fall 2004<div align="center"><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;">One snowy February day in Provo, I went to the hospital to visit my friend who's appendix had exploded. While I was in the hospital visiting him, I commented to another friend how much I hated hospitals and being sick. I said my biggest trial would be having to spend time sick in a hospital. The next day I tore my acl in my left knee playing basketball at BYU. I was blessed that I wasn't as nervous as I thought I'd be about the operation and recovery, things went smoothly, and I had my wonderful mom and sisters to nurse me back to health. Of course, the pampering didn't last forever...</span></div><div align="center"></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;">Another one of my favorite pictures. I dreaded hospitals, so when my lil bro came to cheer me up, I loved it.</span><a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4090/1667/1600/100_2900.jpg"><img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4090/1667/320/100_2900.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /></div><div align="center"></div><div align="center"></div><div align="center"></div><div align="center"></div><div align="center"></div><div align="center"></div><div align="center"></div><div align="center"></div><div align="center"> </div><div align="center"> </div><div align="center"> </div><div align="center"> </div><div align="center"> </div><div align="center"> </div><div align="center"> </div><div align="center"> </div><div align="center"> </div><div align="center"> </div><div align="center"> </div><div align="center"> </div><div align="center"> </div><div align="center"> </div><div align="center">Here's a picture with my hot nurse. I asked her for her phone number and she reminded me she's my younger sister... </div><div align="center"><a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4090/1667/1600/100_2902.jpg"><img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4090/1667/320/100_2902.jpg" border="0" /></a></div><br /><br /><br /><div align="center"><a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4090/1667/1600/gallery_stoudemire_clippers.jpg"><img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4090/1667/320/gallery_stoudemire_clippers.jpg" border="0" /></a><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">The Suns had a great year and almost made it to the finals. Thanks Dad for all of the tickets! I would've been in heaven if the Suns would've won their first championship the SAME YEAR as the RedSox...</span> </div><br /><br /><div align="center"> </div><div align="center"><a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4090/1667/1600/sdash1.jpg"><img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4090/1667/320/sdash1.jpg" border="0" /></a> Ashy and I made it out to Clark Fielding's wedding in OC, CA during the summer. Trent and John stopped flirting with girls long enough to take a quick pic with us.</div><div align="center"><br /></div><div align="center"><a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4090/1667/1600/ag1.jpg"></a> </div><div align="center"><br />Halloween, 04. But sometimes I do dress like this.<br /></div><div align="center"><a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4090/1667/1600/methug.jpg"><img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4090/1667/320/methug.jpg" border="0" /></a> </div><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"></span><div align="center"><br /><br /></div><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"></span><a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4090/1667/1600/mebub.jpg"><img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4090/1667/320/mebub.jpg" border="0" /></a><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">Me and the Bub. I took lil sis to a Yellowcard/Starting Line show. </span><br /><br /><br /><a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4090/1667/1600/PICT0095.jpg"><img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4090/1667/320/PICT0095.jpg" border="0" /></a> <span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">November 2004, with my bro when my family got to meet Elder Eyring. </span><br /><br /><br /><br /><div align="center"><a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4090/1667/1600/pandp2.jpg"><img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4090/1667/320/pandp2.jpg" border="0" /></a> <span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">Best friends since we were 8! 17 years fly by...</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;">Andy, Robert, and I eating wings at Native New Yorker, an old C-Town tradition.</span> </div>Curtis Heymanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06038126922147397076noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17321500.post-1128188726098098592005-10-01T09:35:00.000-07:002007-08-12T21:25:02.443-07:002004 Graduation<a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4090/1667/1600/menewmex.jpg"><img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4090/1667/320/menewmex.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">BYU flew me and a few others to New Mexico to compete in a District Advertising competition. Anyone who has been to N.M. knows there ain't much to do there, so you could imagine my excitement when I ran into a fellow skateboarder.</span><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />After 4 years at Brigham Young University, I graduated in April of 2004 with a Bachelor's Degree in Advertising and Marketing. <a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4090/1667/1600/100_2808.jpg"><br /><br /><a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4090/1667/1600/100_2808.jpg"><p></a></p><a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4090/1667/1600/100_2808.jpg"><img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4090/1667/400/100_2808.jpg" border="0" /></a><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">You can tell there's something special about my parents, just by looking at them.</span><br /><p><br /><br /></p><p><a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4090/1667/1600/100_2796.jpg"><img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4090/1667/400/100_2796.jpg" border="0" /></a>Haha, when I told my family that I was speaking at my graduation, they said "Wow!". When I told my friends I was speaking, they said "When?". When I told my classmates I was speaking at their graduation, they said "Why?".<br /><br /><br /><a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4090/1667/1600/100_2816.jpg"><img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4090/1667/400/100_2816.jpg" border="0" /></a><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#3333ff;">What would graduation be without mentioning my family, and specifically, my parents? They're the reason I was able to go in the first place. Bubby's taking the picture.</span><br /><br /><br /><a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4090/1667/1600/100_2804.jpg"><img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4090/1667/400/100_2804.jpg" border="0" /></a><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ffff00;">Here with my sister <span style="color:#000000;">Jen</span> who was a freshman at the time at <span style="color:#000099;">BYU</span> and my little bro <span style="color:#000000;">Chief. It was such a nice day.</span></span><br /><br /><br /><a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4090/1667/1600/100_2827.jpg"><img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4090/1667/400/100_2827.jpg" border="0" /></a><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">I still can't believe my mom got on this. I think I promised I would eat healthy for a month if she saddled up. </span></p><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"></span><p><br /><br /><br /></p><p><a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4090/1667/1600/100_2828.jpg"><img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4090/1667/400/100_2828.jpg" border="0" /></a> <span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">I had a lot of fun that day riding around on my bike in my grad stuff. A few of my friends later said they saw someone in grad apparel wheelieing on a yellow bike and knew it was me.</span><br /><a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4090/1667/1600/100_2638.jpg"></a></p><p></p><p><br /><a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4090/1667/1600/100_2638.jpg"><img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4090/1667/400/100_2638.jpg" border="0" /></a>I didn't think it was possible for me to love school. I was wrong. BYU was a lot of work, but also a lot of fun. I miss Provo Valley. </p><p></p><div align="center"></div><div align="center"></div><div align="center"></div><div align="center">At a bbq with my friend Charlotte around grad time.</div><div align="center"></div><div align="center"></div><div align="center"></div><div align="center"></div><div align="center"></div><div align="center"><img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4090/1667/400/meandcharsorenson.jpg" border="0" /></div>Curtis Heymanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06038126922147397076noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17321500.post-1128134146635263772005-09-30T19:27:00.000-07:002007-08-15T22:26:33.276-07:002003-2004 Provo Life Is Good.<div align="center"><br /></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">Andy's wedding reception May of 2004. Dallas, Scott, Me, baby Chandler, Andy, and Robert </span><a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4090/1667/1600/100_0740.jpg"><img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4090/1667/400/100_0740.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div align="center"><a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4090/1667/1600/2004_0901Image0012.jpg"><img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4090/1667/400/2004_0901Image0012.jpg" border="0" /></a><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">One of our Chandler Boyz lake trips. Few people know this, but the lake is more fun at night than during the day (notice the spotlight). This was Andy's Bachelor party, haha, we kept him up to 3 a.m. </span></div><br /><br /><a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4090/1667/1600/100_0671.jpg"><img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4090/1667/400/100_0671.jpg" border="0" /></a>During 2003 and 2004 we attended all types of demo derbys, rodeos, motocross races, and monster truck shows.<br /><br /><br /><a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4090/1667/1600/100_0611.jpg"><img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4090/1667/400/100_0611.jpg" border="0" /></a>Of course, we dressed and groomed the part. This is not a picture of an escapee from the local prison, this is my best friend Andy.<br /><br /><br /></div><div align="center"></div><div align="center"><br /></div><img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4090/1667/320/aggie%2Ctif%2Cap%2Cme.jpg" border="0" />April and I on a Labor Day picnic. We took a ride up the canyon on my motorcycle with some friends and found an awesome place to sit down and eat.<br /><br /><div align="center"></div><div align="center">Labor Day BBQ at Housemont (our house on 9th st in Provo). We set out the furniture in the front yard, turn on some Jack Johnson, turn up the grill, and kick it like soccer players. Watch, like this-<br /></div><a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4090/1667/1600/100_0774.jpg"><img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4090/1667/400/100_0774.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><div align="center"></div><p><br /><br />One of my favorite pictures. This was taken in Springville, UT with good ol' "Buttercup this is Britt" on back. Riding open roads in beautiful canyons on my Cougar-colored Yamaha R6 is what kept me sane while hittin' the daily grind on campus.<br /><br /><a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4090/1667/1600/mebrit.jpg"><img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4090/1667/400/mebrit.jpg" border="0" /></a> </p><p><br /><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">Giving my cousin Shauna a birthday ride. That was back when I was a motorcycle salesman at a Honda Motorcycle dealership in Orem.</span><a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4090/1667/1600/100_2609.jpg"><img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4090/1667/400/100_2609.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /></p><p><br /><br /><a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4090/1667/1600/100_0791.jpg"></a><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"></span></p><p><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"></span></p><p><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"></span></p><p><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"></span></p><p><br /><br /> </p><p> </p><p> </p><p><br /> </p><p></p><p></p><p></p><p>According to Elder Oaks, a date consists of the 3 P's: a Plan, being Paired off, and Paying for your date. Scott and I made it 5 P's by adding "pizza" and a "pimp" scooter to the formula. I bought Yooter (the yellow Scooter) for $400 from a BYU professor and it still runs like a champ to this day. <a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4090/1667/1600/4onuter.jpg"><img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4090/1667/400/4onuter.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /></p>Curtis Heymanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06038126922147397076noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17321500.post-1128123378803618952005-09-30T16:26:00.000-07:002007-08-15T22:28:51.022-07:00A Blast From the Past 2002-2003-- Add comments if you want, just keep it PGAnyone who remembers 1980, remembers what a great year it was! <a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4090/1667/1600/thefam.jpg"><br /></a><p><a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4090/1667/1600/mom,dadsmll.jpg"><img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4090/1667/400/mom%2Cdadsmll.jpg" border="0" /></a><a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4090/1667/1600/thefam.jpg"></p></a><p> </p><p> </p><p> </p><p> </p><a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4090/1667/1600/thefam.jpg"><p><img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4090/1667/400/thefam.jpg" border="0" /></a></p>Hey Man Fam-- Summer of '02 in OC, CA. <p></p><p><br /><a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4090/1667/1600/christmaseve033.jpg"><img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4090/1667/400/christmaseve033.jpg" border="0" /></a>Me, Chris, and my cousin Greg. This was Christmas and on the Curtis side of the family, we have a tradition of meeting on X-mas Eve, reading about Christ's birth out of Luke, and dressing up the cousins to reenact the birth in the manger scene. Because i'm incredibly smart, I'm often chose to represent one of the 3 wise men .....<br /><br /><br /><a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4090/1667/1600/100_2506.jpg"><img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4090/1667/400/100_2506.jpg" border="0" /></a>My dad is hilarious. He is fascinated by all of technology's newest electronics, but knows little about how to use any of them. This is his ever-popular "satellite phone", you know, for when you're hiking in Antartica and you need to order pizza. "Extra cheese, Dad"!<br /><br /><br /><a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4090/1667/1600/Cousins.jpg"><img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4090/1667/400/Cousins.jpg" border="0" /></a> My cousin Matt left to serve a mission in Brazil and his family and mine got together for a rare Heyman picture. We take a family picture every 15 years or so...<br /><br /><br /><a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4090/1667/1600/100_0430.jpg"><img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4090/1667/400/100_0430.jpg" border="0" /></a>This has always been one of my favorite pictures. Taylor and one of my cousins hunting dinner with sling shots in Rocky Point, Mexico.<br /><br /><br /><br /><a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4090/1667/1600/100_0401.jpg"><img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4090/1667/400/100_0401.jpg" border="0" /></a>Here's little bro and I in Rocky Point, Mexico. Eat the food, but don't drink the water.<br /><br /><br /><br /><a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4090/1667/1600/medylanastle1.jpg"><img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4090/1667/320/medylanastle1.jpg" border="0" /></a><br />I spent my first full summer home from the mish ('02) in Irvine, CA selling pest control. If you haven't heard me tell the "I eat my bugs" story, ask me to tell it. Here's me and my fellow bug boy Dylan off the Huntington Beach pier.<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />Here's proof I actually dated someone at BYU, haha. It even lasted a few months, until Heather went on a mission to Temple Square. Spring '03<a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4090/1667/1600/cur.jpg"></p></a><a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4090/1667/1600/cur.jpg"><p><img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4090/1667/320/cur.jpg" border="0" /></a></p><br /><p></p><p>The boyz chillin' with Kurt's wife Jen. Being from El Paso, Kurt went cowboy style and so we put a 10 gallon hat on Jen.<a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4090/1667/1600/DSCN0271.jpg"><img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4090/1667/320/DSCN0271.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4090/1667/1600/DSCN0286.jpg"><img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4090/1667/320/DSCN0286.jpg" border="0" /></a><br />If you didn't already know, I lived with 5 BYU swimmers for almost a year (Ryan, the one on the far left, is a model not a swimmer). They're still some of my best friends. This is Kurt's wedding in Orange County, CA during the summer of '03. </p>Curtis Heymanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06038126922147397076noreply@blogger.com4