Wordless Wednesday

Aggie Stampede

Remember when Ashes visited the 76 of 79 Durham cows? 

Well, here in Logan, we don't have cows. No. We have BULLS. Aggie Bulls. And instead of 76, we only have 6. So, when one of my Daisy girl scouts asked what those statues on Main street were all about, well, I saw it as a great opportunity to investigate. My first stop was the Chamber of Commerce. Since one of the bulls is located right in front of their door, I felt it would be a logical place to start. I truly expected to walk in, inquire about the bulls, and to be handed a nifty little brochure complete with artist information and visionary notes as to why each bull looks the way it does, etc. But what I received was a confused stare from the lady behind the desk, who finally gathered her wits enough to fetch a man from a back room, who was able to stammer that he had no idea what each bull represented, and that I should contact those folks at the C.P.D. 

The C.P.D. or the Center for Person's with Disabilities, is an organization on USU campus that specializes in assistive technologies for Persons with Disabilities. You can imagine my confusion. What on earth does the CPD have to do with the bulls on Logan Main street? Determined to find out, I shot the C.P.D. an email, and it was answered by Shane, who invited me up to the campus facility and gave me wonderful tour, and told me a little bit about the bulls. It turns out that 2012 was the 40th anniversary year of the C.P.D. and they worked with local businesses to sponsor the Aggie Stampede. You can read all about it : HERE

So, now armed with a little bit more information, the girls and I headed out to investigate the Aggie Stampede. The C.P.D. even sent their blogger along with us to create a post on their website. I created my own version of the walking tour map brochure that I had envisioned I would receive at the Chamber of Commerce, and as we approached each bull, a girl would read about it, and then we would discuss the images we saw and what we thought they meant. These are the 5 bulls we saw. The 6th one, "Little Marv" lives near the front entrance of the C.P.D. and only gets out to county fairs and festivals, so we didn't see him. 

We sure had a great time!

You can read all about it in the article published on the CPD Blog: HERE

Not Today

Today, I am not where I am supposed to be. Instead, I am somewhere else, ducking out on the whole "adult responsibilities" thing, and pretending I am not at home, when in reality, I am, though I shouldn't be. I feel a tiny bit guilty for this. But not really. So here I sit, in my deception, looking at photos on the internet.
 I am looking at photos like this one:



and this


and I am feeling all sorts of artsy emotions that make me want to go outside and take artsy photographs, and post them on the internet so other people can look at them and say, "Wow, that's so artsy!"

But I won't.

Not today.

I Didn't Know!

Did you?
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The Day Pigs Flew

I am NOT a runner. No way. So how JB EVER talked me into participating in a 5k Color Vibe run, I will never know. I have always said that the day I participate in any type of running event will be the day that pigs fly. Well, had you seen my shorts this morning, you would have seen pigs flying...they did not however, actually run. 

 Me, ES, and JB,

JB meets Dr. Noorda (again). They met the first time on her birthday. He was there.

JB took a photo of me about 1/2 way round the course.

 Me, JB, LS, and ES

No, I did not run, but I DID finish the course in about 1 hour, I did not pass out, and I did not finish last.

Not too shabby on a day full of flying pigs. For the rest of the photos please click here: http://www.flickr.com/photos/tlcbull/sets/72157633458107569/

The Little Green Dot

I saw it there, tonight.
Your little green dot on the white screen.
My soul leaped with joy and seemed to scream
As if yelling from the mountain top as I typed,
"I see you!"
And you replied, "Hello."
We chatted.
About this,
And that,
But not the other,
For there is an unspoken rule...
Topics that may NEVER be discussed,
A line that must not EVER be crossed.
And we danced around it,
Gingerly.
Faithfully.
Yet, my soul thrilled in completeness,
In the presence of your little green dot,
If only for the moment.
Then you said you had to go,
And I said goodnight,
And I kissed my finger,
And placed it gently on your little green dot,
And prayed with all my soul
That you would feel
The warm breath of a mother's love
Float softly across your cheek.
And I waited,
In my own imaginary game of "You hang up first,"
For your little green dot to fade away.

First School Dance

Jarom, Amanda, Jenna