Sliding Out in Provo Canyon

Powder.  This is something I hunger for.  My dad and I have an apatite for this white fluffy stuff.  While in our pursuit to quench our powdery thirst we had do drive through a canyon with a frozen rode.  We started to drift to the opposite side of the road and then again to the side near the river, cars were honking and we kept on sliding back and forth going 55mph.  There were golf ball sized goosebumps on the side of my arm and I could tell by my dads interesting use of vocabulary he was not so happy either.  We were thinking to our selfs oh no we are going to miss the powder day!  FINALLY!  We stopped sliding and gained control of the monstrous beast of metal and started moving in a forward motion.  My dad and I will always remember that bone chilling moment.

My Pet Problem

The first step in recovery is admitting you have a problem.  Just this week I have come to the realization that pets are defnetly not for me.  First it all started out with LaFonda.  LaFonda was a little bunny.  I really wanted this bunny I was about 8 Years old.  Lets just say she died after acouple of weeks in her cage.  Then I got a hamster and I named It beyonce.  Refusing to clean its cage after 2 months my mom gave it back to the pet store.  Okay I had some fish.  I thought they would be easy to take care of but no, no they are not.  There was mold growing on the inside walls and then they all died.  Now I have 2 rats.  Ahhh 2 rats.  They really suck.  It turns out that they poop and eat and thats all they do.  A couple of days ago I went to the pet store to give back my rats.  So I dont have a pet problem, I just have a problem with responsibility.