Sorensen Power

Well, as you can tell, I've majorly slacked off on my blogging skills. I do, however, have a few little ditties to share with the rest of you.

This is a picture of my nephew Nathan. He's pretty cute. At a dinner I went to with my parents and sisters, I saw something I had to take a picture of. It wasn't Nathan, but he thought it was.



This is a pretty awesome picture I was part of with the Glovers. As Mari's friend, David, said, "It portrays the evolution of Asian apes into Caucasian men yielding hatchets."


Emi and I at the semi-awesome Japanese festival in downtown Salt Lake. The Ogden Taiko drummers were pretty sweet.



The Sorensens had a sushi party a week or so ago and here you can behold the awesome sushi we made. Yes, those are deep fried rolls.

It starts... again... tonight

Glee starts again tonight. In honor of that, I share an awesome flash mob video with you.



I'm watching Lost.

Olga Willden Sorensen

Olga Willden Sorensen

March 5, 1925 – February 1, 2010

Today my Grandma Sorensen passed away. She was an remarkable lady who taught me a lot about life and playing cards. I will dearly miss her but I know she’s in a better place.

My Grandma and Grandpa Sorensen were both (and still are) two very great people. Some of my favorite memories are of visiting them in Mayfield in the summer and spending time with them. We played a lot of cards.

For the last four years or so, my Grandma lived at my parent’s house – during which I lived there as well! So one day I walked up stairs with my AR-15 in a gun case and someone asked me, “What do you got there.” I pulled out the assault rifle, showed them and my Grandma said something like, “That’s a cool gun!” I, being in accord, asked her if she wanted to hold it, thinking to myself that she’d probably say no. To my surprise, she happily accepted, took it out of my hands and let me take a picture of her with it. To this day, this is one of my favorite pictures of my Grandma. She had a fun and happy attitude about life and never showed any reservations about having a good time.

My Grandma loved getting her family together and every year we would all unite and celebrate Christmas by going to The Golden Corral! Needless to say, it was always a spectacular time. I love my Grandma, and while she has passed on, I know I’ll see her again someday and in the meantime I’ll have some pretty awesome memories.

Construction Projects

Many of you already know this, but part of being a good husband is building things when the need presents itself. Sometimes it's a fence, a house or a shelf to go in that house. Other times it can be a meal - building meals should happen three times a day, at least.


Because we live in an extremely small apartment there aren't really any building projects. And while I do cook on occasion, a mauch higher and more important duty was imposed upon me. Someone needed to build a gun. I, being the good husband I am, volunteered for the job. I assembled this little ditty below using a few household tools in the proper proportions.



I haven't named it yet, but feel free to leave a comment suggesting a name.

Las Vegas & William Jefferson Clinton

Over the twenty-six years of my life I haven’t met very many famous people, but every now and again I meet someone totally awesome and cool. This is a story about one of those instances.

• Date: October 22, 2009
• Location: Sam Boyd Stadium - Las Vegas, NV, USA
• Time: Approximately 10:26 p.m. PST
• Event: U2 360 Tour
  

Last October as Emi and I were leaving the U2 concert in Las Vegas, NV, we were cutting through hordes of people at high speeds, using our freakishly long legs. During our exit strategy, we quickly identified an ulterior route between giant semis and smaller cars.


Upon arriving at the end of the row of cars and semis we saw a hullabaloo going down and we knew It. Was. On.

We weren’t quite sure what was on but I quickly identified a man Bono referred to during the concert as “William Jefferson Clinton.” Yes, that’s right, less than 30 feet away from us was the infamous Bill Clinton. I yelled to him, “Hey Bill,” and waved in a “what’s-up-dude” way.

When I did this the second time Mr. Clinton looked over at Emi and I and proceeded to walk towards us. About five seconds later Bill shook our hands and told Emi he liked her Franz Ferdinand shirt. We chatted for a few seconds, I poked him in the chest and Emi asked if we could take a picture with him. He agreed, a secret service agent appeared out of nowhere and snapped a photo.

It turns out the camera was on video but luckily I was able to get this picture out of the video.



Victory!

Merry Christmas: From the Sorensens

Happy New Year

So over the past few months I've felt ashamed. Not because of BO, not because of pimples, not because of anything I'm normally ashamed of; I have been afflicted by shame because of my lack of blogging. For that reason I have ceased to read other blogs as well. I felt that my lack of sharing meant I wasn't worthy to read written words of my friends and family. In 2010 I have made several goals.... nay, RESOLUTIONS! One of these was to keep an updated blog. So watch out 2010. Here I come.

I think it’s fitting that my first blog be of my New Year’s activities. I woke up New Year’s Eve wondering what I would do that evening. No plans had been made and I was later contacted by a friend, Neal, who suggested we have an impromptu crab boil. So. We. Did.

After work, I went to Smiths, picked up an assortment of crab boil necessities and headed home to prepare.

It turned out terrific (even on such short notice) and needless to say, a good time was had by all. We also played some serious Catch Phrase and I didn’t suffer bodily injuries this time.

Boil

Wong, Neal, Alex & Sheree

Mike and Jo

Us

We also had delicious Fondue.


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2010

Twenty-ten is going to be a big year. Stay tuned for details....

The Four Bagger

Now, I know it has been what some call eons since my last post, so like most people who fail to blog on a constant basis, I apologize! Now that we have that awkward, unnecessary apology out of the way, we can get on with the story.

This is a story about how I obtained the nickname Four Bagger and it ended with what I would call an exciting display of emotion. Now I'll Tarantino it and tell you how we arrived at this end.

Last Thursday, my friend Leif Dixon was in town. I got a call from my bro-nameth, Mike, telling me we were all going bowling. Because Emi was preoccupied with school tasks, I headed out alone.

Upon arriving at Olympus Bowl, I paid for two games and tried on my shoes. They fit perfectly - as perfectly as rental shoes can. I felt good. I got the first spare of the night. But slowly, things ceased to look good for me. My first game was far from bragable. In fact, my sister-in-law and I tied for last.

The second game was off to a slow start as well. I went three frames with getting robbed by only dropping nine pins. I finally decided it would probably be good to score some strikes because you get more points. So in the fourth frame of the second game I got my first strike of the game. Fifth frame, another strike.

Now, as a side note, I've never in my life bowled a turkey. I've bowled two strikes on multiple occasions, but never three. As I stood up there on the sixth frame I knew I was going to change history, hell, change the world!

I stood, grabbed the nine pound ball and I bowled a turkey! Next frame, I decided to "take it to the edge... and past it!" I made up my mind to get more strikes in a row than ever known to man! Four!

I did it! The screen flashed "Four Bagger" and I knew I had reached the second happiest day of my life. At that moment, I knew world peace had occurred and all mankind was celebrating in my momentous occasion. Through the entire game, I only missed 5 pins! I think the Guinness Book of World Records is updating their books for best job bowling... EVER.

As a side note, the red ball that did this is featured in the picture above. Credit goes to mike for finding it. If you go to Olympus Bowl, find it. I promise if you can harness it's power, you could make world records of your own as well.

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Mesa Verde

Emi and I recently had the opportunity to go to Mesa Verde National Park and let me tell you, good times were had by all! The temperature was a little colder than expected, but I preferred that over hiking deep canyons in scorching heat.

It’s pretty impressive to see all the structures these people built long ago with only stone axes. Some of the buildings were incredibly detailed, large and hard to get to, but some how these people managed to build them.

Another mind fudging detail is that there are over 600 cliff dwellings in Mesa Verde and 4,000 ruins. We merely saw a total of 6 or 7.

Also, I realize this is the first post in ages. Life has been kind of busy, but i'm hoping to get more time to blog our summer activities in the near future.

Long House

Cliff Palace

Art at the MoMA

During our trip to New York City, Emi and I had the chance to stop at the MoMA. Among the artistic creations we observed, here are a few of our favorites.

Yep.

Emi's favorite. By Pablo Picasso

My favorite. Also by Picasso

NYC Construction

St. Patrick's Cathedral


LDS Temple


Building in SoHo

What do a rat, a shoping cart, a gun and the Avenue of the Strongest Worth have in common?

Answer: They are all things we saw in New York City!


This gun picture was taken at the MoMA, and was an artistic interpretation of the comma or something.



I'm not sure what's going on here, but I like it.



Everybody's gotta watch out for those thieves!



One of our major goals for the trip was to see a New York City Rat. We accomplished this on our last day in the subway and as an added bonus, it had mange!