Thank You Notes

Thank you, Advil, for being like m&m’s that went to medical school.

Thank you, fall clothes, for making everybody look like they are about to go hunting in a Jane Austen novel.


Thank you, Omelette, for being a more popular way of saying, "Egg Taco".

Thank you, knife and fork, for keeping spoon in check. He made a move on my pasta last night, but you guys were there to show him what's what.

Thank you, watches, for not being called, "clock bracelets", even though that's what really what you are.

Thank you, guy standing in front of me in the elevator at work this morning who I basically spooned with standing up. If only the elevator was playing some Ke$ha instead that music, I would have been all up in that piece.


Thank you, Cool Ranch Doritos, for being so delicious that I forget that you make my breath smell like dragon barf for the next seven hours after I eat you.

Thank you, German tourists, for finally answering the question, "Who uses the waiststrap on backpacks?"

Thank you, Lifetime Achievement Awards, for being a nice way of saying, "You are about to die".

Thank you, 2:30 in the morning, for always being the first sign that tomorrow's gonna suck

Thank you, calculator watches, for allowing me to combine my three greatest passions: telling time, doing math, and dressing like a space captain.

Thank you, Lance Armstrong, for competing in another Tour de France even though you're 40 years old. That takes a lot of ball.

Thank you, guy who freaked out after seeing a double rainbow. What does it mean? It means the mushrooms are kicking in.

Thank you, neighbors who put up a sign that says, "We don't swim in your toilet so don't pee in our pool". Pretty clever, but that's not stopping me.

Thank you, LeBron James, Dwayne Wade, and Chris Bosh, for joining Pat Riley in Miami. You guys are like the new Golden Girls.

Thank you, my Driver's License photo, for reminding me that I look exactly like a homeless serial killer.


Thank you, brisk rejuvenating five mile run I had this morning - in my dreams. And when I woke up, I found a bear claw at Starbucks.

Thank you, handkerchiefs, for being a fancy way of saying, "I blow my nose into a tiny pillowcase in my pocket.

Thank you, gym that I go to. On the plus side, your treadmills have TV's on them. On the downside, your TV's have treadmills on them.

Thank you, Celtics star Paul Pierce, for having the heart of a champion, and the facial hair of a 7th grader who just hit puberty.


Thank you, summer barbecues, fow always having fun family games like horseshoes, croquet, and let's see how many daiquiris Grandma can drink before she gets racist.

Thank you, lucky rabbit's foot. Nothing brings me more chronic luck that clutching the severed foot of an unlucky bunny.

Thank you, group of speedwalkers, for looking like a highly focused and technical race to a bathroom.

Thank you, teddy bears, for being way less judgmental than real bears when I try to spoon with you.

Thank you, people who wear mirrored sunglasses. It's like I'm looking at you, looking at myself, looking at you, looking at myself, wait, WHO AM I?!?


Thank you, people who make me take my shoes off when I visit your house. I hope everyone feels uncomfortable and everything smells like feet.

Thank you, Kate Gosselin, for saying you don't care what others think about you. By others, I think you mean your 8 kids.

Thank you, salad dressing, for making sure that my salads are never undressed sluts.

Thank you, people who say, "Wow you're really photogenic", for not saying, "Wow, you're really ugly in person".

Thank you, 35-year old guy whose name is also Justin Bieber. Good luck introducing yourself to people the rest of your life.

Thank you, crutches, for showing me how people would walk if our legs came out our armpits.

Thank you, me from 3 months ago, for promising that I'll get in shape during the winter. You lying sack of. It's 4:00, put down the Cinnabon.

Thank you, marshmallow Peeps, for being somehow much easier to snack on than real baby chickens.

Thank you, person I'm walking behind who happens to be walking to the same place as I am, for making me feel like I'm following them. And when I say, "I'm not following you", you don't feel at ease.

Thank you, receipts from Best Buy, for being unnecessarily long. Hey, thanks for buying the 4th season of Lost, here's a whole rain forest.

Thank you, eyebrows, for being there. Because if you weren't, we'd all look pretty weird.

Thank you, tiny children who call spaghetti pasghetti. Just because you're tiny doesn't mean you get to talk like an idiot.

Thank you, speedskaters, for simulating what it would be like if a handcuffed guy tried to get away on rollerblades.

Thank you, 1/100 of a second, for apparently being a huge crapload of time.

Thank you, Olympic rings, for showing Fruit Loops what they can become if they apply themselves.

Thank you, people who show off their high school Spanish when ordering at a Mexican restaurant. The way you just said fajita made me feel like I was wandering the rustic streets of Guadalajara. No, I'm at a Taco Bell and you're holding up the line amigo. I'm sorry, AMIGO.

Thank you, my checked luggage. I hear you enjoyed Puerto Rico this Christmas vacation.

Thank you, pizza box, for being impossible to dispose of. Thank you for not fitting inside any trash can, trash bin, or trash chute, and thank you for spilling half-eaten crust on me whenever I try to dispose of you.

Thank you, guy who buys an entire outfit from one store. You clearly saw the mannequin and thought, "That's the one".

Thank you, zebras, for showing me what horses would look like if I were on acid.

Thank you, Pez dispensers, for being little creatures that vomit candy out of your necks.

Thank you, new rule that says we have to sneeze into our arms. Now, when I sneeze, I look like Batman.

Thank you, the name Lloyd, for starting with two Ls. I'm glad those two Ls are there, because otherwise, I'd call you Loyd.

2011

Spring Break in Mexico

















Summer and The 4th in Tenneshmeezy

















Lake Powell for my Birfday










This little chumples was born in June










Hobbsy came and visited Logan Town


Climbed some













Hiked some


















Lived with these chumples

And one of these little devils got their mission call!





2011 I think you are awesome and to 2012, I look forward to spending time with you

P.S. I have learned that personifying everything is so funny

Let me build your yard

I'm going to miss when I tell people that I am a biology major, they automatically think I am a super brain. I'm not a biology major anymore. Probably because I'm not a super brain. I am a Landscape Architecture Major, in the college of Agriculture. But you bet your bottom dollar that I'm going to be the best landscape architect these chumples have ever seen! Then you'll have to be impressed!

Langlie

I am sitting in class, talking to my friend here and there. Learning about carbocations, you know. Devo, the friend, begins to tell me a story with illustrations mind you.
The story starts with, "So when I was in second grade . . ." As he is drawing a box of crayons.
"And I sat by this kid. I thought that the crayons looked like missiles. And he thought that they looked like missiles too. So we talked to each other and then he started to get bad grades. But I didn't get bad grades. So my teachers moved me. But I kept distracting kids. . ."
So anyways long story short ten minutes of class go by as he was telling me this story. Some things don't change?

I like that I have a job. I like that I am changing my major. I like where I live. I like my roommates. I like my neighbor friends. I like my ward. I like my bishop. I like my institute class. I like my genetics class. . . well not really that one. I like to run. I like Diet Dr. Pepper. I like Logan. I like peanut butter M&Ms. I like my eyes. I like my hairs. I like my mom. I like my dad. I like my house. I like my Alisons. I can do ANYTHING GOOD!

College Again

There is this lovely little girl and her name is H. Dud, thats what we will call her anyway. I swear the things that happen the times I am with her continue to blow my mind out with laughter and awe.
For example, I was sitting at my desk in my room when H Dud and M money walk in. They ask me if they want to go with them to Taco Tuesday, my inbred response was, yes of course. It wasn't time to leave yet so we were sitting and talking and catching up. In the conversation she brought up that she is ridding a 1973 honda motorcycle these days.
"Shut up H Dud!"
"Ya Cort, want to see it!"
"Ya ya!"
So we all ya'll run out side to check it out. Its was the bomb diggitiest thing I have seen, mostly cause I think H Dud is the coolest and it just made her that much more. Then we decide to head over to Taco Tuesday, M money and H Dud were planning to ride it there and in my head I was just going to meet them there in Uh. But no, H Dud insisted the three of us pile on the Beaut.
"Um, I don't think that will work love."
"Ya it will, hop on!" "Srsly, are you sure?"
"Lets try it, jump on."
So I hop on just to see, and she takes off without any consent. Im my head I'm freaking out and thinking, Um, ok I guess we're all taking this to Taco Tuesday. I rly hope we make it there And for the next three minutes its pure blissful laughter and happiness and loving everything and people staring and freaking out.
Then the rain comes. A pesky cop was just hangin' out on sixth east just waiting for us. He pulls us over right, you are the best Jerk. But in all honesty, he was very nice to us and we were still on a high from five seconds ago that we, us three and the copper, we laughing our pants off. He, laughing and telling us all the things we were doing wrong and a little bit thinking we were idiots. We, laughing for the same reasons. Two walks home and one easy off citation later we got to Taco Tuesday eventually and with different forms of transportation.
H Dud, blowing out my mind again with euphoric tri-passenger motorcycle ride laughter and cop-citation situation awes. Ha ha, loves

Gear Room Geesies

Oh my land, there has been two time in one day that I have walked into the gear room to pretty surprises. Here let me tell you about them.
Number one time. Hands full of helmets I walk into the gear room to Ali-Brooke knees bent, claw fingers up and Hobbsie, poor Hobbsie, in the corner all defense mode. He's so ticklish . . .
Number two time.
Walk into the gear room to Tall Face Thompson sitting in the corner all sexy like by the harnesses and across from his was Justin Beiber camera ready, oh boys . . . What the fork.