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I took pictures during a cruise to the Caribbean last year with my family and it has taken me until now to finally post them. So enjoy the show!

You heard me right the first time. I don’t mean any disrespect to the supermarket cashiers and/or baggers, but you must understand a lot of time and effort goes into selecting my bread. OK so maybe not a lot of time. Although it does take time to find the bread I’m looking for, sometimes there are only a few left and sometimes there are a lot of loaves. After finding my bread, then I have to look for one that doesn’t look like it has been mangled, stepped on or half missing. The last piece of work that goes into finding my loaf of bread is the freshness/expiration date. It’s not that I need to have one that will won’t expire for two weeks, but past experience and my close personal relation ship with Murphy’s Law has taught me that it is better safe than sorry. So maybe all of it happens in a few minutes, but there is a lot of effort and thought that goes into this.

All of that brings me back to the original point of this entry. I know all of you cashiers/baggers handle many many loaves of bread in an daily basis. But please try to understand all of the work we go through. When you pick up that loaf by squeezing it’s sides in look at us cringing….trying not to show it. Or when you put the bread in the bag and then promptly drop 2 or 3 soup cans on top of it, please notice the anguish on our faces. Above all there is absolutely no reason to continually grope and reposition that loaf of bread, it’s just wrong!

It finally happened……….OK OK so it happened at the end of July. So sue me I’ve been busy. I officially moved into my Condo on July 29th, a day that will live in infamy oops wrong decade, but seriously I know what you really want PICTURES!!! I took these the day before I actually moved in, so no furniture, just miscellaneous junk that had managed to make its way there so far.

The most important of these pictures of course is the gorgeous view.

I promise I will take more pictures once I have gotten things put away and given the condo a thorough cleaning.

Too often it’s easy to keep ourselves so busy running from place to place, event to event and crisis to crisis that we forget to take a timeout from everyday life. This past weekend I had the chance to attend a wedding of one my Pledge Brothers from my fraternity. It took place at Snowbird a local ski resort about 12 miles up Little Cottonwood Canyon. But even those 12 miles make all the difference in the world.

If it hasn’t already loaded in a few seconds a picture of the scenery surrounding snowbird will appear. I had forgotten how much I miss the smell of the trees, the sounds of the birds in the trees and the mountain air that is free from the smell of burnt gasoline(and at least 20 degrees cooler than the valley). Take a few minutes look at the picture, let them take you back to a similar place, and post your thoughts or describe your memories in the comments.