One soldier's journey through life, one photo at a time.
Today is Labor Day.
I had the day off. I hung out with my buddy and his family. His penchant for bawdy humor ensured that we wouldn’t have a dull moment. He also has an impressive stockpile of weapons (ten rifles and handguns total) in his closet.
After hanging out with them, I went to my bishop’s house for FHE. We had grilled chicken. I do love food.
I stopped on the look-out point on the St. Augustine Pass to admire the Tularosa Basin during a sunset. Been here three years, and I still love it.
What a beautiful place to live.
Check out this awesome miniature Foucault pendulum in the science building on NMSU campus.
I want to make one of these and keep it in my living room.
Patterns fascinate me.
I walked around NMSU campus today with a friend. I caught a glimpse of some posters they were selling in the main student building.
Then I realized I don’t have an posters in my room. Just flags. I find flags more practical than posters, as they can be easily folded and re-used.
Look at this quiet, peaceful neighborhood.
One week from now, it’ll get much quieter.
Our whole battalion is going to NTC. I still don’t know what they’re going to have me do when we get there. It’ll be easier now that I don’t need glasses!
Ah yes, I am slowly making progress in regaining mass. I can thank some intense lifting sessions at the gym and a hearty consumption of protein. Before moving to White Sands, I was never the gym-going type. I started lifting mostly because I had nothing else to do on this tiny, isolated post.
I felt reluctant to post this pic, as I can’t stand d-bags who take shirtless mirror selfies. But since the vast majority of my readers don’t know who I am and none of you can see my face, I don’t think it’s too immodest.
Besides, physical fitness is all about feeling good, not looking good. You should never measure your health with a mirror or a scale ;-)
Question: should I start a fitness blog?
Yesterday I uploaded a photo of my apartment from my fourth and final year at BYU. After a two-year mission and two more years of college, I had reunited with my roommate from my first year and together we enjoyed the fun and carefree student life as we prepared or graduation and beyond. I also found it amusing that we were two 24-year-old guys sleeping in bunk-beds. Hehehe.
It was ten years ago today I was unpacking my bags and getting settled in Deseret Towers. The complex has since been demolished and replaced. I almost get emotional when I reminisce about those times.
The good times.
The tough times.
The rush of intellectual and spiritual discovery.
The thrill (and peril) of independence.
The excitement and anticipation of serving a mission.
The friendships that endure even to this day.
I wouldn’t trade my time there for anything. Long live DT.
Remember back when I was a college student?
Ah, yes. Those were the days. Actually, they weren’t. I was too busy and too poor to fully enjoy all the learning and growing opportunities around me.
And, as you can see from our room, we lived like pigs.
My longtime friend with who I shared the “BYU experience” occupied the bottom bunk. He now lives in Las Vegas. The lucky fellow is married, has two daughters, and has earned a master’s degree in accounting. Good for him.
I wish I knew then what I know now…but I think everyone thinks that about their lives. In my ten years since leaving home, I can honestly say that I’m proud of most decisions I’ve made. I served a mission. I graduated college (debt-free!) I joined the military. I started a graduate program. I continue to serve in the Church.
I did learn many lessons the hard way. Financial lessons. Relationship lessons. I’m glad I learned them eventually, though.
I look forward to the next ten years. Come what may.
I read this one before my mission.
Interesting thing about going to a Church school is that you have 14 credits of mandatory religious classes. Nowhere else will you get college credit for “mission prep.”
The author was our professor. Randy Bott distinguished himself as a knowledgeable and charismatic teacher…though he certainly was no a stranger to controversy.
Looking back on my mission to Uruguay, I sure wish I knew then what I know now. I suppose I can say the same thing about all my personal endeavors.
I have a neat new tactical assault pack for everyday use.
I got this patriotic patch to go with it.
I’ll also purchase a velcro Canadian flag for when I travel overseas. Not that I share allegiance to that country, just practicing good OPSEC! Nobody hates Canada!