Biking to heaven (part 1)

So in reference to my cryptic xanga post, I have an analogy which was divinely inspired upon my perspiring self on a recent bike ride. I did not honestly intend to be so cryptic, which means there must be something that people want to see there....ANYway. I left camp on a hot and humid afternoon, knowing that Dad was leaving shortly also. I asked him to pick me up when he passed me. I began coasting down the hill. How typical to coast when things are easy. But, after encountering many uphills after a down, I've learned that some effort needs to be made on the downhill as well. But, I did know that there was some long, mostly straight stretches ahead. Of course, I don't know how bad the wind will be and I can predict that several small hills will impede progress. More after my birthday party. ;-) ~ET

Trashing Monkeys

Blast. I can't fix my html. I've hashed it! What madness, where's Joel when I need him? Here's a peaceful picture to soothe this up-tight beast. Ahhh. It works. What a glorious evening that was. I didn't want it to end......




~ET

pictures, beautiful pictures.....

Conference Call....
(Forgive the double post xangaxians, but it's the only picture I have uploaded thus far.)



~ET

Silence!

What the heck is wrong? Why am I so freakin' frazzled? That day of rest must be pretty important. I'm living on the edge....nearly over the edge....not good.

Be still and know..... Must be still and know...

Dang it all....

~ET