Random Photos 2012

Here they are, folks! My random photos from 2012!

Dr. Phil went to Ash Wednesday, or something. It actually looks like an upside down cross. Hrm.

Was a unique enough bumper sticker that I had Susan snap a picture of it. All the ones taken while we are driving are taken by Susan, FYI.

It was a sad day to see Steve Ward's car getting towed. It's alive now, but it was still a sad day.

My first time using my new apron, while cutting a turkey.

Someone used a hanger to keep the door open, hooking it into a hole in the wall. I thought that was pretty ingenious.

Susan's not usually an electronics addict, but you wouldn't know it from this picture.

My attempt at being British over texting. Damnyouautocorrect.com?

Purple sunsets are pretty.

A member of my ward likes to blow in his son's face. His son has long hair, and it's pretty cute flowing in the wind.

I whupped my friend Allan. Moments like this are rare in video games against him, so I documented my 100% to 0% victory.

My EQ prez keeps his phone tucked . . . down his son's pants.

Is she going to drink the oil? Is that supposed to be sexy? I'm so confused.

On our way to NYC. Reminded me of the first time I saw the skyline on my mission.

Guess which color of jelly beans Susan and I don't like?

Why even have the escalator running? Sheesh.

Netflix tried to save my friend Dan from having his man card revoked.

My wife is odd. She's also a flower, in this picture.

The Elders, diligently serving. Simultaneous shoe tying, this time.

Found this little guy on my walks in the woods behind my house.

Now that's a poster you don't see every day.

The first, and so far only successful, attempt to scan a QR code shirt I got for Xmas last year. It takes you to a website that says "some people are like slinkies. They're not really good for anything, but it's fun to push them down the stairs."

I went all the way to the Smithsonian to see the transit of Venus. I got the blue screen of death.

Random signage in Kensington. Um . . . thanks for letting me know.

Why do you think a QR code on the back of a car is a bad idea. This picture (again, taken by Susan) should give you a hint?

In an emergency notice, I had to store a bunch of groceries in our freezer for my home teachee. Room had to be made, so 1.5 years after Susan and I got married, I tossed the rest of our wedding cheesecake. We kept thinking that we would eventually eat it as we were supposed to on our 1st anniversary, but didn't, but we never did. Then I had to toss it. Here it is, forlorn, in the dumpster.

 Why is Pepco rated the worst utility in the nation again? This is from their app right after the Derecho this summer.

Portable brick oven for pizza? Yes, please!

I can always tell when it's Anders, even if I don't have his new number.

This is supposed to be the really shiny sign. It was hard to see with it, but I think at this angle you don't quite get the full effect my eyes did while I was waiting at this red light in Orem. Blinding is an appropriate term.

A bunch of fire hydrants, stacked like missiles.

One of my friends takes his D&D very seriously. This is the sculpture he made of his character, Khaska.

There are non-evil serial killers?

Ish. I love it.

How can you tell it's olde?

By our organic food market. I guess they know their customers well.

My first facetime with my nephew Christian. With iPhones, I think I prefer it over Skype.

Everybody makes grammar errors. Even my friend Adam, the English professor and Literature PhD student.

I liked this bumper sticker. "I'll take a Mormon over a Moron." Ah, politics.

Some guy in my ward randomly had a Terra Nova backpack. A too-soon cancelled show.

This book was in our stake library. I think it needs to be seriously updated. Seriously. (Cowley was released from the Quorum of the Twelve in 1904 because of his refusal to abandon polygamy.)

This is either grammatically incorrect, or "Burglar Alarm" was the brand name of burgler alarms from . . . what, the 50s?

The day after it was announced there would be no more twinkies.

It recants history? I'll bet the Mormon Stories folk will love this one!

Susan spotted this in my parent's backyard. A lonesome pony toy, sitting out on the wall, getting colder and colder by the minute as the snow falls.

I'm pretty proud of the wall o' boxes we made helping a new family move into our ward.