The Following

My crew from left to right. (Lyndsi, King Arthur, Jason, Cat









And so the story begins...






Lyndsi had a final in the morning so we got off around 10:30 monday morning. I think that is the beautiful outskirts of Kanab in the background.














Then in no time we were there, and I was looking over the vastness of my lands which stretched as far as the eye could see.

My squire was so overjoyed at his liege's arrival he broke out in ritual dance.

Just after arrival the formal ball began













We offered them food and shelter, the finest cheeses of Arabia and Greece, fiefdoms with an abundance of serfs and rare cracker delicacies of the northern americas.



























The levity did not last long however as we were soon under attack. Count Jason and I nobly defended the women and children with my trusty squire looking on adoringly.











We won the day but I was wounded in battle




















The rest of the trip proceeded remarkably well until the incident occurred....





























Then just like that it was all over and the captain returned us to our stead. As we traveled back to our native lands our hearts bled with nastalgia.

I wanted to warm you up to the softer sides of me, but the paparazzi snapped this pic of me at yet another exclusive party, so my publicist thought it a good idea for me to post this pic before them just to stick it to em'.


Shannon Murri's reception












This is my tennis babe friend Cat right before I went to get my yuppy on.

I'm well aware of the firestorm this is going to cause. The only comparable backlash in history may be when Truman fired General MacArthur as supreme commander of U.S. forces in Korea. But the truth is yes I do scrabble; and always have. When I agreed to update the blog, I knew your adulation was in large part due to what you assumed. You assumed it would be like it was before; movie premieres, exclusive parties, the bulls in Spain, everest etc.. And although these types of endeavours certainly will not be excluded, there is another side of me you are going to have to get used to. I play golf as well(see below); this doesn't mean I am turning into an old man, as a certain sister of mine suggested, it just means my versatility is coming to the fore. Conclusions need not be jumped to. My vivacious, dangerous and exciting self still exists, I just want you to know the complete me. Change is difficult I understand which is why I will bear with you as you bear with me; I am confident you will come out even more adoring then before.







Golfing: This is where I spent most of my time last week when I was playing Bountiful Ridge with Justin and Colby. Unfortunately it wasn't just because I was always hitting my ball there; don't ask.

Another thing you need to know: I will not yield to your selfish demands to see pictures exclusively of me, for I am not a me monster. Here I must include the beautiful picture of my Mom and sister at the family reunion.

Down to earth and accessible