A day in my life of bliss.

So I am currently living a lifestyle that I have always dreamed of...I get paid to ski everyday, then I get paid to play soccer every night. It's ridiculously awesome. I love it. But, it is not all quite as wonderful as it may seem, as the following story will illustrate...
I got to work yesterday at the Canyons bright and early to teach a ski lesson. When I checked in I learned I would be teaching a Ski Utah class instead of a regular class. (Ski Utah classes come every Friday and are only half days instead of the normal full day) So I was pretty stoked about getting to free ski the second half of the day. So I dressed and rode the gondola up to the normal meeting area. After about 30 minutes of wondering where the heck all the kids were I realized (I was told) that the meeting area for Ski Utah was at the BOTTOM of the gondola. Nuts! So I completely missed it and my class was given to someone else...Sad face. But then I was told that the Cats might need some help. (Cats = 4-6 yr. olds, Carvers = 7-14 yr olds, Cubs = 3 and under. I've only done carvers) So I rode the gondola back down to the cats meeting area and helped put vests and harnesses on all the little tykes for awhile only to be told, sorry Dallon, guess we don't need you after all (they really did though, read on...) So then I was told, but hey, the Cubs might need you! So after I received an explanation of what cubs are...I headed over to that building. Turns out cubs is no more than a daycare. So I was sent back up the gondola with two little dudes who could barely walk let alone ski. While trying to get ski boots the size of my big toe on these little guys a supervisor spots us and flips out. Turns out the teacher to cub ratio is supposed to 1 to 1 and I had 2. He was quite upset, I was completely naive. That one hour lesson (more like a giggle/whine party than a lesson) actually turned into a half hour lesson and half hour take-off-ten-layers-to-get-little-weewee-out-to-go-peepee. That was done and I graciously returned the bundled starfish back to the daycare at the bottom of the gondola. Lucky me I was called back up to the top where a Cats class (the ones that didn't need me before) needed an instructor. I was lucky enough to get to them just in time for them to loose all energy and interest in skiing whatsoever (full day lessons are way too long for that age). So I wrestled with three more little guys trying every trick in the book and a few I made up to get them to make a simple wedge and even stay standing up. So it was a great relief when they were all attacked by the Tinkle Monster at the exact same time. So...the next incredibly long period of time was spent again in the stalls unzipping, unbuttoning, unwrapping, and searching for Mr. Tinkles to do his deed. After using some of the same tricks I used to get them to ski I finally thought little guy number 2 was all empty so we started pulling his britches back up when suddenly Mr. Tinkles decided he would have another go at the porcelain pool, too bad MY HAND was in the line of fire, and I spent the rest the day with a nice soaked sleeve. Back to the skiing we went, skiing being a relative term here, the magic carpet does offer some pretty intense terrain and the car washes are always a riot but for some reason the day just drug on and on. Until...little dude number 3 (who had the heebie jeebies on our first trip to toilet row) decided it was time for another go at it. So, thank you Carrie, I left the two mini devils with Carrie, and off to the bathroom we went again. I will spare details for the sake of yukiness, but Mr. Tinkles had nothing to do with this trip. Mr. Doodoo however was a busy guy, and Little dude #3 couldn't do it himself...AWESOME! To wrap this up, I didn't know the procedures for parent pick up for these little folk, so I looked like an idiot when parents showed up, didn't get tipped a dime. Then finally I'm done just to realize someone had stolen my brand new poles. So with head low and feet aching I dragged my urinated, sweat soaked, poor aching body to the gondola to ride down it for the 7th time today, when a snowboarder hit me and sliced my hand up....A perfect ending. The day was so miserable, I decided to make up for it with some time night skiing at Brighton to make it all better! So, for all you who think I got it made, think again...! I still played 6 soccer games, and skied 4 times in 5 days though! Suckers!

My awesome summer!

Now that winter is upon us I am once again all giddy with the anticipation of the of the sweet white frozen nectar of life, the fluffy astral projection, and the powdery high that comes with SKI SEASON! Woowoo! (No I'm not on drugs, unless of course skiing could be called a drug, in which case I'm an addict). But before I venture into that winter wonderland I figured I'd reflect on how awesome of a summer I have had.

I couldn't be happier with the way things in my life turned out this year. I got out of some situations that were making me miserable last spring and ended up having one of the greatest summers ever!

So I moved to Salt Lake and immediately made some great friends, our adventures were plentiful and excitement was high....
It all started with the Moab trip
Cindy, Reed, John, Christie, Me
Camping with married people is the only way to go! They cook!
Yeah...
We floated the mighty CO

Learned how to wake surf!
Yes, we still go to 7 peaks.

This was at some pond thingy in Salem. Wierd place but we made it fun. Thats me and Brian teaching Kristi (in the water) some sweet diving board tricks!

A coin, a car, and lots of time are all you need on summer nights to keep us entertained. We didn't quite understand the rules to the game and ended up flipping that coin and going wherever it told us for hours. We finished though! And thanks to KC I didn't even get arrested for public nudity!

one of many nights of ice cream and mayhem.

Tara's family picture at silver lake. It really is blown up and framed on her wall!

one of the many wasatch lakes we like to hike to!

It's a new crew but Bloomington Lake will always be my place to be!

haha, Reed is on the girl row! At the Dummer cabin at Bear Lake.

Camping somewhere!
Tara the turbo hiker! White Pine Lake
Our trip to the slots in So. UT got flooded out so we hiked through the Winds instead. Dropped my stupid camera in the lake though so not many pics. Those hats made the whole summer though!
Cooking Steak at Bear Lake!
Just another wasatch hike with Cheryl and Scott.

Inspiration point 4 wheeling trip with John and Reed.
Wouldn't be summer without an embarrassing day at the links.
Biking through yellowstone!

Wakeboarding Ebgen Lake
Jes, it is true, I am Nacho! Maybe jew have seen me on TV
No trip would ever be the same now without superhero costumes!
Air chair!
Nachooooooooooooooooo!
Hey lets straight line down this hill! Ok!

Took my family down the Snake!

Backseat Dance party!

So bloggin huh. Well...I'm uber bored at work which is weird but nice, so I guess I'll write in this thingy! I should probably have something meaningful to say about politics, or religion, or the economy, but to be honest that stuff bores me. So I'll write this. WE HIT THE POST THREE TIMES LAST NIGHT!!!!! Ugh! I'm super frustrated with my boys from Real Salt Lake but really getting as far as we did was still pretty dang fun. We lost the Western Conference final 1-0 last night even though we outshot stupid NY 24-11. For those that don't know I spent this last summer working for Real Salt Lake and loved it. I worked for game operations and sponsorship fulfilment. It was a great experience and I hope it continues. I really got close to the team and the organization throughout the season. It was a great year, we opened the new stadium and made it into the playoffs and finally pulled out of the MLS basement. So, despite the dissapointing end, it was a pretty good year for me and RSL. I consider myself a pretty lucky guy-I got to turn my passion into a lifestyle this summer. Sure my passions aren't going to get me fat paychecks but I don't really care. Right now in my life my two biggest passions are soccer and skiing and guess what. I interned at Real Salt Lake, I manage an indoor soccer facility, and I'm a ski instructor. So for those people in my life who have told me that I'm a deadbeat because I do what I love and not what you think I should do, I say poopie on a stick for you! Haha. Sure it would be nice if I just absolutely loved to clean teeth, or sit in courtrooms, or design buildings, but I don't love those things, and I wouldn't be happy doing them no matter how rich it made me. But, I'm happy when I'm skiing and I'm happy when I'm playing soccer so thats what I'm going to do! Huh, this is weird, I started writing about a soccer game now I'm going off on deep passionate life stuff. So that's how bloggin works...

This is Trevgor and I at the Chivas game, the first in RSL playoff history!

Seantae took pictures of me at half time pumping up the crowd after throwing all the free swag into the crowd.

Hello blogging world

So I got a blog now, figured everyone was doing it....