Triathlon Season is here!

So it is officially here and I am officially in season right now! Triathlon season. It seems that it comes at me fast every year, and this year is no different. I have now completed the Utah Summer Games triathlon (sprint) and the
XangoEcho (Olympic) so far this year. It has so fart been a great year for me and triathlons.

For those of you who don't know, the distance for a sprint triathlon is roughly (1/2 mile swim, 12.5 mile bike, 3.1 mile run). For the Olympic you simply double those figures (1 mile swim, 25 mile bike, 6.2 mile run). Both are quite challenging for different reasons...

In the last triathlon that I was in... I was having a little bit of trouble during the bike...I could feel myself getting tired. It was funny because the song that came into my head to help me was the Utah State fight song...I started singing it out loud! I can't believe how much it helped! Anyway, I would highly suggest triathlons to anyone who is thinking about it! I can't believe how good I feel.

Riles

What's in a Saying?

My Grandpa, My Mom, KC (#88), and Me (#44)

Sayings...

So I was talking to my roommate the other day, and he said that he wish he had a notebook so that he could write down all the sayings that I have. Do I really have that many? I started to think about how many sayings I have. I guess there are a few. More importantly I started to think about why I love quick and concise sayings. It stems from My Grandpa Clark Owen Thompson. He seems to be the most beloved person in my family, and for good reason. He was quick with a smile, a compliment, and I am not sure there is anyone that could make you feel better about yourself than he could. I know that when I was with him I felt like I could do anything! I have vivid memories of this man, and to think he passed away when I was only 7! Here are some snidbits and sayings that have been passed down over the years from Good Ole Grandpa Clark (may he rest in peace.)

I have put some sayings that I have acquired over the years next to his. If any of my friends are reading this blog. Please write down some of your favorites that you have heard me say. I may just be repeating my grandpa, but as you can see he is beloved. If you are family, please write down any other sayings that you remember Grandpa Clark saying…

Grandpa Clark
--She needs an over the shoulder boulder holder.
-- She’s going to have black eyes and bruised knees”
--I love myself I love me so, I took me to a picture show, I put my arms around my waist, I got so fresh I slapped my face.”
--spectacles, testicles, watch and wallet"
--Spinal Mengitis, I got it amen
--You (or I) have a good memory, it's just short!!
--Don't go by without passing
--When giving a toast say "here's looking up you old address"
--Rooty toot toot, rooty toot toot…we’re the girls from the Institute. We don’t smoke, we don’t chew, and we don’t go with the boys that do…well…2 outta 3 ain’t bad.
-- She had Russian hands and Roman fingers.
--I need to go see a man about a horse.
--I need to go and powder my nose.
--Here's your hat, what’s your hurry
--Don't let the door hit you on the way out
--Feels so good out, i think i'll keep it out all day
--I'd rather owe it to you, than cheat you out of it
--Sit down before you fall down and break something
--The carburetor doesn't carb, the batteries don't bat and the pistons; well they don't work either
--The fall won't hurt (kill) ya, it's that sudden stop at the end that will hurt(kill) ya
--I've (or you've) got a hitch in my (you're) get-a-long
--I have to go to the bathroom so bad I can taste it!!!
--I (or you) have good taste, too bad it is all in your (my) mouth!!!!
--Heads I win, tails you lose!!!
--You have a lot of class----- without the CL

--Here's your hat, what's your hurry.

Riley Sayings...

--Don't let the door hit you where the good Lord split ya.

--I hate to see you leave but I love to watch you go!

--You're so full of crap your eyes are brown.

--Get up and get gone.

--I've been sweating like a bad girl in church.

--Shut the Front Door! (With a look of, are you kidding me?)

--Damage!

--Bastage!

--Son of a biscuit!

--Holy Shiite Muslim!

I know I have a ton more! I just can't think of them right now!

Please send me some new one's or else send me some that you know I say all the time!!! Peace out!

Riles

Mustache May!!!

Wow. That's really all I have to say about blogging. I never thought I would do it. Well, it looks like some of my friends have talked me into it. I can promise you that I won't write that often, but when I do it could be incredibly funny, boring, interesting, genuine, and flat out lame. I ain't promisin' nothing. In fact, I am not even sure who my audience will be. The fact of the matter is that the older I get, the more comical this thing called life becomes. I promise to tell stories about my family, my friends, and about stupid things that I hear about. This thing could actually be fun if I can focus for more than three days. We will see if I can do it.

I have often told friends that if I were a good writer, that I could make millions off of my Dad. He is the most complex individuals on this Earth. He is also one of the funniest, albeit not on purpose. I have put a picture of him on the left here with my niece Malia. Anyway, there will be all kindsa stories on him to come. I can't even wait to tell the stories.

At the urging of my friends, I have decided to mention a few different things. One is Mustache May. For me, I am not exactly sure what the big deal is about Mustache May. Pretty much lived with one all my life. My Dad is a true 70's man, complete with mustache, sideburns, leisure suits, various tight sweat suits, turtlenecks, corduroys, wide collars, Adidas Stan Smith Tennis Shoes, bell bottoms, mosquito repellent Old Spice cologne, and white patent leather shoes. Yep, that pretty much describes him. So when my friends presented Mustache May to me in the glorious year of 2002, I had no choice but to join them. I have been rockin' the Stache since 2003 with great pride. For many of the men involved it means various things. For me, it is my glorious chance to poke fun at my Dad through costume, facial hair, and attitude. In fact, my Dad didn't even realize that I have been making fun of him until this year (do the math, that's 5 years later!) Anyway, love you Dad! Here are some of my interpretations of you thus far!

That's right, there's something about an Aqua Velva Man! Every year this event brings hundreds of men together for some "bonding." Honestly there is nothing like it that I have seen. Too much fun!

As you can see! There are plenty of Beautiful Women who have "bought" into the program. We are proud of you ladies!