OK, so I am not caught up posting photos. These are really nothing to write home about, but I like them.
When I picked Gary up from the airport, we needed to waste some time for a bit since his glow-in-the-dark bike uniform was going to be available to pick up in about an hour and a half near the airport so we ran down to the temple for him to buy some books at the store.
Of course, I took photos while I waited:
This one I took while laying flat on my back on the road! I was sure some kindly old person was going to come out and forcibly escort me off the premises. Gary had come out of the bookstore by then and could not figure out where in the world I could be - he was looking all over. Too bad he didn't think to see if I was lying low on the ground (didn't get run over which was a huge plus!).
Headed back up to the Hilton near where he used to work to pick up his biking outfit. I said I would wait in the car - and waited, and waited, and waited. He came back out and said he could not find the table where they were handing things out. I decided to go in and use the ladies room and decided to ask the concierge while Gary wandered off (I suggested he do this and asked if he had done so ... but of course, the answer was 'no' on both counts). The concierge immediately walked me into the bar where the table was set up.
I blurted out to them "My husband is such a man!" - it was RIGHT THERE it took me approximately 10 seconds to find! Had to go find 'Gary the bullheaded wanderer' and show him where it was .
WHAT IS IT WITH MEN and asking for directions?
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Tee, hee! Men! And if you ask me those pics ARE something to write home about.
Okay Lori, let me get this straight.
Four days ago you were standing on a hill of Whoopass Texas Fire Ants getting that perfect shot, had to rush to a bathroom strip down to your underwear to beat the little buggers off you.
Today your laying prostrate in the road way looking through a view finder up at the Temple, like some kind of auto/pedestrian causality, somehow surprised that Gary couldn't find, you're lucky he admitted to knowing you.;-)
It all seems a bit peculiar to me.
I mean you got to admire a man who enjoys the challenge of the hunt who won't give in, someone who will search high and low, persistent to a fault. Asking for directions is a sign of weakness.
What if cavemen asked directions every time they got lost on the way back to the cave, then where would they be!
Probably home 2 hours sooner.
Talk to you later.AJ
OK, A.J. - I believe you are equating my peculiarities to Garys peculiarities - mine seem to be mine alone - make me disticnt, my own person, annoying and hard to live with ...
Garys on the other hand seem to be something that seems to be a Man-based trait and I don't understand it. Somewhere on mens chromosomes the gene for 'asking for directions' became mutated to 'pigheaded mule'.
Maybe it does stem from cave man days! Gary says where would men be if you had to ask someone for directions to find food? Let alone home! Whatever - using cave men to cover an annoying trait is just ... sad.
Just sayin' ...
Man, those temple pics. leave me with a pang in my heart. I so.... miss the Houston Temple. It has always taken my breath away and continues to be my favorite. Thanks for riskin' your life to take them.
First - I love the one with the light coming out of the storm clouds. So true.
Second - I am thinking of you specially this day.
Third - Andy and I are switched. I'm the pigheaded mule. I would be asking directions every time I exited a bathroom b/c I have no sense of direction. So, I never ask. I feel like I fail when I ask.
I'm irritated when Andy asks. He is just askin' willy nilly. Spend a little time on it, man! It's not everyone else's job to look around for stuff! He would've been the guy who didn't find it because he DIDN'T go look for it. He just walked right up to the first person and asked. Um, not like you, though.
Jen, you make me laugh! I don't always ask, but after my husband has spend 20 minutes on it, I'm thinking it might just not be obvious!
I AM curious why you are thinking of me specially this day???
I'm thinking of you because of your tender comment on Alisha's blog.
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