Some Perks of the Job...

It's easy to stay awake at your desk when a medevac ship is landing on it.


You don't have to search the closet for what to wear in the morning.


Focus group meetings are pretty laid back.

Transportation for business trips included.

Sure, go ahead and wear red boots and black pants to work.

Free ice in the break room.

Views from the office are pretty good.

The view out your other window is also pretty good.

Coworker that's a total babe, definite plus.

You don't have to wonder what the weather is like outside.

Free stairmaster sessions with air conditioning during work hours.

Waist-deep in alpine brush; better than waist-deep in paperwork.

No crowds in the lunchroom.

Spouses welcome in your cubical.

Rocky Mountain Desktops

Download if you want them. Free, courtesy of Mother Nature.

WHY?

Why do people go to BYU and then talk incessantly about how lame Provo is and how they "don't fit in at BYU" blah blah blah. I really don't get it. Why is it trendy to not like it while your there? Why not go to the U, or USU or wherever. . . but don't be cool by hating it.

Why do I get on Facebook and scan through photos and see that people only take photos of one half of their face? I mean, don't they realize that everyone can see both sides of their face every day, or do they walk around and face people with the "good half" only? And why do I have to notice?

Why does it seem that so many people start to loose it? Why do they let things slide? Why wear a bikini all over the place when you've been through the temple? Or when you have For the Strength of the Youth? Why ignore what you know? Why watch movies that are less than good? Why do things on Sunday that we know we shouldn't? Why use poor language? Why give up?

Why do people end their life? What pushes them to that? Why would someone jump 600ft off a cliff? Why do they look like a movie? Why do I know they look like a movie? Why do we compartmentalize our feelings and not cry? Why do I see that blue addidas sweatshirt still in my mind?

Why do I get joy out of eating everything in my house before I move?

Why did I get so lucky in love? Why did I get to marry the very thing I always wanted? Why do I get paid to hike outside and see the yellow aspens fall on the path while I walk? Why do I get to bundle up on the summit with the wind in my face?

Why are the honey bees dying? What will Peanut Butter do without honey? What will I do?

Why do I feel that we and me don't live up to our potential? Why, when we have so much to offer, do we stop ourselves? Why do I feel afraid to say the truth? Why shy away from an opportunity to teach truth? Why do I feel alone when I see people make a wrong choice?

And why do I care?

Oh, to be a Hatch Girl

About a month ago, three of my sisters came up to visit and go backpacking with me through the park (Emily couldn't make it because she had to take care of her kids). We hiked to a backcountry cabin and spent the next two days exploring the area. My mom even hiked up to meet us the last day! It was great. Being a Hatch girl is pretty much the coolest thing ever and if you backpack with us. . .


You wouldn't be eating freeze dried pasta and granola bars-- you'd get french toast, sushi, pasta alfredo and bagel sandwiches!



You'd be too adventurous for the trails and you'd have your very own NPS backcountry guide to the prettiest alpine lakes in the park.


You'd take an average of 356 photos over 48hrs. That's one photo every 4.5 minutes of daylight. Nothing in your life would be documented better.




You'd dress with style. No further comment needed.


And of course the only silence on the trip would be the half second after someone says "Smile!" and snaps a shot.

My mom also came to visit that weekend and she was a trooper! We did an 8 or 9 mile hike up to Sky Pond on Monday after our backpack. It was so GREAT to have her here! It's hard being so far from home all the time-- What a treat!