Last night I had a dream.
I first went to the market to try and find some cheese that was on sale. I found some, but saw that it had been left out of the refrigerated section and was starting to get kinda nasty. But then I realized that my old buddy Richard lived in an apartment complex connected to the back of the store. As I dropped by to visit him, I realized he had the exact same bath towels as I did and didn't know which one I had brought. I was confused, but then settled on one because we were in a hurry. We then went to the beach with our friend Cole and had to pretend like we were plasma donors to the security guard before using the beach. We threw our things in this old shanty and were about to go surfing. As I got into the water I realized my glasses were missing and I saw some fuzzy black thing in the water. I reached into the sea and grasped my glasses victoriously.
Then I woke up.
Next time, I'll think twice before eating a few peanut butter sandwiches after 11:30pm.
26 January 2009
23 January 2009
Wheat grass

- It doesn't taste as bad as you imagine it does
- The orange slice they give you after tastes about the same
- Cambells soup = chunky Wheat grass shot= not chunky
- Goes down easier if you are listening to "The Police" in the background
- Probably not worth the money you pay for it...but it's worth a shot (hahahahahahaha)
- Undisclosed side effect: increase in bad puns
13 January 2009
basil pesto: act one
So, one of my favorite aunties got me a mini-food processor for a Christmas gift. I am convinced that she has some sort of extra-sensory talent deigned from heaven to give exactly what I need. For example, on my LDS mission to the great state of Maine, most people gave me food for the holidays. She gave me wool socks. Those socks have served me well for nigh unto 5 years and I think of her every time I slip them on and save my feet from premature separation from life.
Now the tables have turned. I don't need socks anymore...I need basil pesto.
At approximately 7:37pm July 4th 2008, I was reintroduced to the world of basil pesto. It was a warm introduction with a cheese pizza being our mutual friend. I soon after started buying it as a "splurge" item every once in a while for special occasions involving lunch with females or other random recipes. Then one day I was talking with a friend from Genoa, Italy (which happens to be the self-proclaimed birthplace of pesto) and was informed that making your own wasn't as challenging as I has previously conceived. My interest peaked. What if?
Enter Auntie Sue.
Even though she claimed that salsa was the intended product that inspired her to give me a food processor, there was only one proper way to christen my new kitchen appliance. After a few hours of recon I placed 1 cup of basil, toasted pine nuts, garlic, a pinch of salt and some olive oil into my new found toy and pushed down one button that magically created one of my new favorite things to make.
The button on my processor now is aptly labeled, "Press for Paradise."
Now the tables have turned. I don't need socks anymore...I need basil pesto.
At approximately 7:37pm July 4th 2008, I was reintroduced to the world of basil pesto. It was a warm introduction with a cheese pizza being our mutual friend. I soon after started buying it as a "splurge" item every once in a while for special occasions involving lunch with females or other random recipes. Then one day I was talking with a friend from Genoa, Italy (which happens to be the self-proclaimed birthplace of pesto) and was informed that making your own wasn't as challenging as I has previously conceived. My interest peaked. What if?
Enter Auntie Sue.
Even though she claimed that salsa was the intended product that inspired her to give me a food processor, there was only one proper way to christen my new kitchen appliance. After a few hours of recon I placed 1 cup of basil, toasted pine nuts, garlic, a pinch of salt and some olive oil into my new found toy and pushed down one button that magically created one of my new favorite things to make.
The button on my processor now is aptly labeled, "Press for Paradise."
04 January 2009
08' was great, and 09' will be divine
So 2008 was one of my best years ever. I did a ton of cool stuff, met even more cool people, and have had an overall great year. Here are some of the highlights:
Great Walker Moments of 2008
Now commences 2009. I'm pretty excited for it. Do me a favor and jot down a few prophecies for Walker's 2009 Moments of Greatness. Then we will make them happen!
Great Walker Moments of 2008
- I started this blog
- I re-booted my academic life
- Got accepted to grad school
- Bryan and Kristin got matrimonial
- Presented at two academic conferences
- Organized and ran an international educational conference
- Climbed Timp and Nebo
- Moved thrice in a two block radius
- Hiked my first slot canyon
- Ian Prescott went on a date (and a few 2nds too!)
- All my missionaries started coming home and running into me at BYU
- Worked at the CTL
- Dan and Delight's 50th Anniversary!! Complete with family temple trip
- Skyler convinced Rachel to say yes
- Gaverino got accepted to law school
- Tobias Sandler was birthed
- Mitt Romney took a good shot for president
- All 5 of the Walker Clan now proudly sport BYU diplomas
- I met 'grandfather goat'
- Summer lunch excursions
- Temples visited: L.A., Jordan, SLC, Reno, Provo, Timpanogas, Mesa and Manti
- Davey K made it okay
- Retired...again
- Hung holiday lights and cured my vertigo
- Dinner dates with my sis's
- Moni got home from NY and gave the coolest homecoming talk ever
- Nertz nights with the gang
- Prop 8 passed
- Pie shakes at Sammy's
- and tons more...
Now commences 2009. I'm pretty excited for it. Do me a favor and jot down a few prophecies for Walker's 2009 Moments of Greatness. Then we will make them happen!
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