Uncomfortable

So Chris and I have been doing our joint-music blog whale in a cubicle for nearly a year now and we've been seeing some pretty great success.
We started WIAC with the thought that we talk about music with just about everyone we know, so why not start a blog and try to share it with more than just the people we know........and if people/musicians feel like they want to send us music to listen to, well that would just be great.

We've been receiving music from various record companies and promotional agencies for a while now and apparently they are still unaware that Chris and I are not brothers (or worse!).

Keep them coming

These aren't my wedding announcements.
Don't freak out.
Furthest thing from my mind really.

Its just about time I shared these.

The outside:
(Yes, those are embossed pictures of the temple and a unicorn)



The inside:
(Apparently they got tired of rhyming after the first few lines and proceeded to finish the announcement in regular ol' prose.)


This next announcement came to Chris' fiance Kristin "on the wings of an angel" as she so eloquently puts it. (No one in her apartment knows either half of the couple.)
Besides the customary awkward engagement photos that are so common amongst the BYU crowd, the announcement also included this 'gem' so lovingly penned by the groom himself.


Wow.
I mean...........wow.

However, I should say to all of you out there planing on including poems, unicorns, teddy bears, and awkward kissing pictures in their wedding announcements: Please don't stop.
You've provided us with countless hours (ya, hours) of entertainment.
If it makes you feel better, just think that maybe we're just jealous that you've found someone so perfect for you. I mean if you've found a woman that allows you to put a sappy poem in your announcement (one that will be sent to every person she knows!) she is one in a million.

Seasons and pretty mountains

So my sister Nicholle recently lamented the fact that, although it is technically Autumn, she finds it difficult to celebrate the season change in San Diego because, well, there really isn't a season change.

So in my effort to make her feel even worse about her situation and lack of seasons......we carved pumpkins

and ate caramel apples while we did

and in order to take these pictures we had to put on jackets cause it was a bit nippy.


Kristen's pumpkin is the one on the left. I've decided to name it: My New State in 'Delicate' Orange. (Seriously, how great does that thing look?)

And I'm the nerd who carved the world.

Pipe house

You know that building at the mouth of Provo Canyon with the big pipes coming out of it?
Have you ever wondered what it is?

Apparently its a place you go to feel the fear of being eaten by a mountain lion.
Good to know.


There was a padlock on the door. I had brought a hammer and other tools to break in. Brigham talked me out of it. Cooler heads prevail I suppose.

Contemplating life (and death by mountain lion.)

I appear calm

I was sifting through my old mission photos and found this gem.

We had a recently baptized member named Shane in Lynchburg and Shane ran a pet store.
After dinner he dared any of us to hold this albino beauty.
I was fearless..........until about second 4.
Second 4 is also where I wet my pants. Coincidence?

We are sooooo good looking

A recent post has stirred up some fond memories of a classic Holman family portrait:

After some digging I unearthed the 'classic.'
This is comedy. I'm laughing right now.


In my search I also uncovered this beauty.
(I should note that I have still not mastered the posed smile. I always end up looking like a cretin. Can't smile for the life of me. Just can't.)
Seriously though Matt I hope you're getting plenty of sun in Iraq, cause this photo would suggest you hadn't been out in it for years.


But here we are in all our modern-day beauty.
(The parents wanted to actually get a professional portrait taken, but after Josh and I threatened to only be wearing cowboy hats and bandannas, they backed down.)

I study rocks?

I'm a geography major and lets be honest, we don't get a lot of credit.

Doctors get medical questions, psychologists get mental questions, and gas station attendants get asked if these donuts are fresh.
We get questions any idiot can look up in an atlas. (or questions about rocks)

Does anyone care that I can discuss the geopolitical situation threatening Kosovo or that I can identify major land features on a 7.5 minute USGS topographic map?
No, they want to know the capital of Uzbekistan. (Tashkent.....but I used wikipedia.)

I guess the world expects us to have memorized countries and their capitals......and I guess I'm a failure.

I wonder if my professors are aware of this?

My case in point:

Kristen: "How would you pronounce the capital of Kentucky? Lou-e-ville or Lou-ville?"
Logan: "I'd pronounce it Lou-ville."
Kristen: (smugly) "Really, cause I'd pronounce it Frankfort."

Although, I suppose this is all really an attempt to justify my currently abysmal scores in Traveler IQ.