Tuesday, December 9, 2008

The Home Buying Experience

First 6 months: Eh? Who needs savings we got 6 months!
First request for documentation: "Hey Misty, that paper, the one I was using to support my soda, wher'd it go?"
First Appointment with the home builder: Me: "So, ya gonna dig the hole or what?"
First Appointment for home fitting: Me: "I can totally build that, you don't need to finance a furnace" Misty: " A hole in the wall, and a make shift chimney doesn't mean its a furnace."
2ND Home fitting meeting: Misty: "Do you like this color with this color to match that color?" Me: "it's fine, can I go now?"
Final Finance Meeting: Me: "Mr. owl, exactly how many licks does it take to get to the center of a tootsie pop" Finance Guy: 30 years @ 6% $5,800.00 down.
Signing away our lives for 30 years.... priceless

What was your experience?

Thursday, December 4, 2008

Greatful.... Bah Humbug!

I don't want to be grateful, I want to sleep and watch football. I want to rest with a cold soda, club sandwich, and watch football. I want to listen to my mp3 player, relax with a cold soda, club sandwich and flip though the judge Judy on t.v. I don't want to pack, move, work, sell stuff, find stuff, be nice, clip Zach or Kamrynn's toe nails, serve, waiter, family mover guy, kid russ'lin, and friends of the kids kick them out exterminator person. No, I don't want to do any of these things lately. All the things that bring me joy now are terrible things. Things like watching old You Tube episodes of the Red-Green show, or things that suck up my time like blog reading or posting when in fact I should be concentrating on other important things. No, I do not want to have to fax, e-mail, listen to my boss, or run another inventory cycle count. No, I don't want to have to gather up important papers, run to freaking Idaho twice in a week, or try to make arraignments to get out of work when right now work sounds GREAT! Yes, I want a cold soda, good football game, and a club sandwich. No, I do not want to work on finding out any of the great mysteries of the universe, I just want a cold soda, club sandwich, and a good night's sleep. Maybe I will listen one more time as the mortgage guy says, "yeah Dave, I need a copy of your W-2 from 1985" or I need another copy of bla bla bla even though you sent that to me yesterday. No I don't want to answer your gospel question in Sunday school, I just want to listen. No, don't ask me to be Joseph in the play, I am not an actor or singer, or transformer. Yes, I am a Grinch green all over this year but sometime soon the sun will come out again, and I will be ready for that time with a cold soda, club sandwich, and a good time at hand.

Sunday, November 30, 2008

Local News and Weather






Checking out the local news and weather report is how we celebrate a victory of kids actually going to bed and asleep, Zach rarely gives us any trouble, but that Scorpio girl of ours is just the opposite and has the ability to turn into a night owl. Back to the news, Dan Pope, Marti, Kevin, and all the stand by's for weekends. The transition from news to weather to sports is the true entertainment. I don't exactly know what it is, but the hype and the drama about the possibility of having to use Google Earth to "pin point" a snow flake in my neighborhood gives me a much needed laugh. How all the news stations let me know how important it is to "know before you go" like that is going to get me out of work, "hollo boss, yeah it's me Dave, listen I now know before I go so I won't be coming into work." They use catchy phrases like "4-Warn Weather" and "Live 5 VIPOR" oooh, ahhh, and the weekend stand in's I know they just found that guy or girl off of Cougar Beat or UTAH NOW shows.
It is mostly entertaining and interesting to see the folly in the reporting of the "local news" that Bill Gephart and Debbie Ker-plak-istan are top notch. After the weather I like to make a nice club sandwich with pickle and watch Arrested Develpment re-runs with Misty.

Friday, November 28, 2008

Thankful day

More over I want to thank that kid in 5Th grade who's last name was Butt, yes you read right, his name was John Buttz. I would scan a photo from my year book but eh, anyway I wanted to finally thank John Buttz because he took the heat off of me when I was in Mrs. Pelton's class, in the which I got busted by the bully kid Paul Thaxton, (I could probably find him on some sex offender list now) picking my nose and wiping the content under my desk. Yep, I got ridiculed for digging for buggers. You see when I got busted John was sitting a ways from me, minding his own business, just when Paul began to rally up the class to pulverize me with jokes of nose pick 'n, there I was like a puppet on a string I was in his hands. I could see what Paul was about to say, those words, bugger picker! I almost saw his mouth form the words just as John Buttz let out a loud and nosy fart. You see during our lunch it was pizza day and for some reason the pizza didn't fit well with John just like his last name. Something had to give, and thankfully it was John. I never got to say thanks, so I sit here tonight enjoying a soda and packing boxes getting ready for moving day. Today I say thanks. Now didn't that just about sound like one of those Budweiser commercial men of genius.

I do want to thank some people who are important in my life. Mom, thanks for being so strong when you don't want to be. Brian, dude, I know your reading this at some point you need to know that I love you. Ann, common girl come spend some time with your bro in Utah. Gary, tuff times call for strength and thanks for not being a wimp. My cousins, Ha! I love you guys too even though I think Travis is going to be the next Uni-bomber sorry dude I think its in your gene code. Heather (Gary's wife) your good people, it is nice of you to take care of other people's kids, I am sure you and Gary would be good foster parents. You should look into that.
Finally to Misty, thanks babe.

Wednesday, November 5, 2008

Everclean - by far the Greatest Boy Band - better than KISS

Sons of Provo has been a crack up for a long time but lately I have just been laughing listening to the soundtrack a few too many times in a row. Play it 'til you kill it right?

Sunday, October 26, 2008

A Few Things

This is our future back yard, the grade will slope enough for us to have a split level back yard.
Which means more work.
As you drive into the neighborhood, sweet huh?


Misty and I wanted to try a date night with the kids. This is the jest of it.
Friday night the fam and I went on a "double date" that's right, Kamrynn was my date and Zach was Misty's. We explained that on a date we don't fart and think it's funny, (even though everyone does) we open the door for girls, and always say nice things.

We wanted to try something local so we went to dinner in Grantsville at some China Bob's Chinese joint. I don't like Chinese as much, I just can't get behind people thinking that rice is a course in the meal, that it should be served alone as it's own meal. Rice is like a snack that fills you before you get the good stuff. That being said I wasn't in too much support of China Bob.

The local scene was Grantsville, they had CNN on a flat screen playing in the back ground. The Po-Po Platter was a nice meal to share, Kamrynn was most disappointed because there were no french fries. Zach on the other hand didn't want to try much except for the egg rolls, which he devoured. Misty loves Chow-Min and about the only thing we could get Kam to eat were the little corn vegetables mixed in with the Chow-Min. The locals drifted in and out with various sizes and shapes, families, and singles, couples with matching Harley Davidson jackets, and one man who was still wearing his bright orange highway road crew vest. It was awesome. Like I said, I don't support rice as a meal, but the rest of the dinner was great. We did take home extra Chow-Min, egg rolls, and Won-Ton which is my favorite. During the date Kamrynn and Zach needed to excuse themselves to use the bathroom, Zach doesn't need too much supervision, but Kamrynn still yells at the top of her bathroom voice, "I'm DONE!!" whomever takes Kamrynn to the bathroom gets the famous yell announcing her triumph and successfully defeating of the pot.

It was mine to suffer... publicly. Misty's date got the door for her and said nice things, my date got me a full moon and a smile.

We ended dinner and paid for our extra China Bob's food and got ice cream at Solburg's Market.
I figured we would run into some of Misty's family there but our shopping went unnoticed.
Western Family has some grommet ice cream and I remember James telling me about it so we went with the best, Moose Tracks. Russell's brand ice cream has somehow cheeped out on the peanut butter cups, making me revert back to the Blue Bunny brand, but somehow Western Family pulled it off and made a real good Moose Tracks.

Our date ended at 9 o'clock! Our kids were bushed and luckily fighting a cold so off to bed they went with Robitussin dreams to sustain them.
Oh yeah, earlier in the day we went to check out what the dude is going on with our house here are the latest results.

Sunday, October 19, 2008

Weekending


Work + Inventory + Whacked out inventory = Hell week. Football players use hell week to get into serious shape and ready themselves for the upcoming season. I use Hell week to blitz the inventory at work. Counting everything isn't the problem, but reconciling the lost or bonus dollars drives me nuts. I hate the event and I am not looking forward to it.

First of all it is at a crappy time, our inventory has to be counted the day after Thanksgiving! I can't make any plans for that week. Then we have to "Team-up" with people who are not in my department and couldn't really tie there own shoes to begin with and therefore I believe should be ejected from counting on account that I don't want to do things twice.

I hate inventory. So this weekend I vented some built up hatred toward a part of my job and saw the Weenier mobile. Enough said.

I hope everyone else had as good a weekend as me. I only wish that my cousin's would have come to the City of Rocks, and my sister. I am glad that I got to spend time with those people that I love. It was good to see everyone, even Heather!

Monday, October 13, 2008

The Awsome-ness of the 4-Runner




I have introduced my son to some of the old t.v. shows I used to enjoy when I was a kid, Dukes of Hazard, and Night Rider to name a few. He has a fascination with the "General Lee" a bright orange Dodge Charger complete with a confederate flag paint job. With Net-Flicks we have seen a couple of the episodes and the high flying action of the General Lee.

Moving on... Sunday afternoon we went searching for a dirt road to explore. Mostly to get out of the house and see some of the last fall colors here in hill-billy heaven. Finding a dirt road isn't too hard but traveling can be. I should have taken better pictures of where we were and the road we were on, but I guess the words will have to do. Our truck as we call it is a Toyota ('yoda by the locals) 4 Runner. It isn't the v-8 which I am glad it isn't, but the more powerful v-6. The fun part about this whole blog is this. Misty almost pucked, hurled, blew chunks, lost her toilet, I heard that phrase in Texas once. We 4 'wheeled in places that looked like only AT V's could go. It was awesome! The 4 Runner has a standard locking center differential, and a really cool feature called DOC which only works in 4 lo, lowest gear, the function works with the transmission and brakes to keep the vehicle at 2 miles per hour, we crawled up steep trails and down some funky hills. Kamrynn and Misty didn't much care for the adventure, but me and Zach had a blast. My brothers and sister remember "Pee-Wees" gravel pit, well amplify it by 5 it was that cool.

Saturday, October 4, 2008

BYU


Brigham Young... The words make one shutter in ones underpants alone. You return missionaries out there, did any of you ever feel a little nervous when a member of the seventy would come visit your mission? I always got nervous when we were visited by our rep from the seventy. That nervous feeling is almost how I feel about B Y U.

Anyway to focus on my topic B Y U, I am not a fan of the college as much as I am of the men's football and basketball teams. I loved watching them play when I was a kid with my family. My dad was a huge fan of B Y U sports. Lots of screaming, jumping, and mom making popcorn all for our enjoyment. Good times with the family.

I always believed I would attend B Y U at some point in my life. I figured that I would become a great financial wizard and a B Y U grad. Luckily at the point of picking a school to attend my grades saved me from what would have been a teenage disaster. As I grew up a little, finished my mission in Texas, I could see how it takes a real desire to attend B Y U. Good for those people who did. I just think that being a sports fan of B Y U is enough. As far as the U goes.... got to love the Utes just the same.

Wednesday, August 27, 2008

The Work Dumpster Diver Guy

I have a weekly dumpster diver that likes to visit my work. I work in an industrial area where there are a lot of diffrent warehouse and machine shops around. Also there is a huge recycling center a few miles away. This place is a mecca for all sorts of Gypsy's to take various metals and other metal stuff and sell it, maybe on E-bay, I don't really know. I have had this shaggy-hair, drifter come almost weekly to dive our dumpster, and each time he comes I have to shew him off like a fly. You see I don't care if he wants to dive into our trash and recycle all the used filters and other junk, it is better that he comes to collect the stuff so that it can be recycled anyway, if he can make a buck or two that's fine by me. The problem is the caveman's timing is always wrong, I constantly have traffic in and around our building because we have a stock yard were we sell our fuel tanks, and traffic seems to always be moving. The vehicle that Mr. Diver drives is an old Chevy truck held together with chicken wire and can fit three other guys that seem to always tag along to help out or maybe they are the pit crew for the truck for when it breaks down. I have meet with the diver group and even given them bottled water while I explained to them that it was important not to come trash collecting during working hours, but to come freely after hours. Each time the Sasquatch man appears with his freak parade, I have been polite and asked him to move his hill-billy mobile while I worked around his diving opps. I have dealt with the caveman who doesn't seem to speak a lick of English, but does understand "va-man-ous! el creep-os!!" I realize that he is probably supporting all of his family members in Mexico by recycling our waste, but I have told him too many times before to come after hours, so today I let him have it. I again found his truck blocking the entry while our customer had to wait to enter our stock yard. This time I did something diffrent, instead of asking him to stop what he and his g-grew were doing and move his truck, I simply started my forklift and I picked up his beater mobile with our fork lift, then moved his truck for him by lifting it with my forklift and moving it down the 200 foot drive, then across the street. I set it down gently and politely told him, and the freaks they had to beat it now. He cursed me out in Spanish or something, I don't think he had all of his teeth so I assume it was Spanish, a lot of nashing of teeth or gums. I wonder if he will listen and come get our used crap after hours like I asked. Something new to post anyway.

Tuesday, August 26, 2008

First Day of School


Wednesday, August 20, 2008

#50

This marks POST #50. Sorta a milestone? Men shouldn't be proud of there blogs, it isn't very manly in my own opinion, but at the same time I can't help but write. I will close with one of my favorite movie clips from Kamrynn and Zach. Because come on that is what this is all about, only this time I am not so much complaining as I am grateful.

Ode To My Wife

For the the little things our spouses do, for all the kid raising, meal making, event planning, church going, all of the Christmas, thanksgiving, birthday, and every other holiday event.
Ode to my wife for helping me get threw this life. This life without troubles and worries (not many). From her, I get my life spent without a fight or yell or scream or you sleep on your side night. I find nice letters, perfect in every literary way, bright smiles and loving hugs at the end of my work day. From her, no garbage or boring conversation, just Misty being Misty.
So I say to Misty thanks for fixing my blog and helping me in life.

Friday, August 15, 2008

Men at Costco


A few points I want to make.
A. Why is there so many men at Costco during normal work hours? Do they not have families to tend to? while I rush in to get my $1.50 hot dog and soda during my lunch hour. I think to myself what are all these dudes doing here? Could it be some sort of migration instinct, for what seems like thousands of men to come to Costco during lunch. Weird.

B. I-80 driver's. Misty and I have had some close calls on the road. I.E. if you drive I-80 here, watch out, there are some bad drivers.

C. Now that the state has gone to a more environmental-Eco-friendly schedule, it has thrown off the timing of my regular commute, in a good way I have noticed less morning hassle.

D. Zach. Spider boy is loosing his first tooth. The day that he noticed his tooth becoming loose, he screamed like a girl and was frantic. Only after his mother told his it was "cool" to loose a tooth did he become normal again.

E. Metro-sexuals. That's a real problem with me. The whole idea creeps me out. Men wanting to become fashionable, keep your homo agenda to yourself, homo.

F. Stuff in my house that I can't seem to find because of my children's toy box, blankets, movies, and other paraphernalia. It seems to me that my offspring tend to rule this home by pushing out me and my crap. Case in point, the kids have made it a point to pull down the box of toys marked "useless and stored for moving day" on account that Zach was quote, "looking for something."
G. Things that must go: Neighborhood kids at 5:30 p.m. I am tired and want to spend time with my family, neighborhood kids need to beat it. Gas prices. Soda refills for $1.25, and groceries in general. Ward activities director. R.C. Willy in general. VW Jetta drivers, Dodge Neon's, and finally blue hair'd old lady drivers. Sean Hanity, Rush, and the other main-stream media war-mongers.

H. Things that need to come back: $1.00 movie theater. ESPN (1999 ESPN without all the extra ESPN) Quarter pop in Harrisville. Adam my old roommate. Dates with my wife, dating Misty is a lot of fun. VH-1 when it was cool to watch. MASH, Dukes of Hazard, and Love Boat (because now I can watch it and see why my parents made me go to bed when it was on). 1995 Country music and finally my size 32 waist, mind 34-36 but I could be happy with 32.

In closing:
Everyone enjoy the Olympics!

Tuesday, August 12, 2008

Fancy Prego-Belly Pictures

Photo Clip is from the movie CLICK
what is with the world these days? Everyone has heard about the pregnant man right? Sick.
This might be a knock on all you ladies as you celebrate your pregnant baby bellies. What is with you girls posing vogue with a basketball belly anyway? Do you think it is sacred? I kind of get creeped out with the photos. Something weird about looking vogue with a belly. I know that there are those men out there that wear the speed-o and have the gut. My co-worker just got back from Sturgis North Dakota, it was was her and her husband's 8th year in a row. Apparently you have no status until the 10th year. Needless to say she shared some photos that would make your stomach turn with the fat people and the nakedness of it all. Scary. I think in the end pictures of a vogue prego nature might be the type to only share with close family and friends.

Well on with the Olympics! Everyone loves the Olympics.

Friday, August 8, 2008

Kiddos

Fake Laughs and Phony Conversations

Have you caught yourself doing this? Laughing but not laughing. Smiling and physically present but emotionally void? What about talking within a group, but not involved at all in conversation?

I have to tell you all that fake conversation, fake laughing, and all the phony conversations exist because there is present among us the pencil-neck geek. The pencil-neck geek can be male, female, and comes in a variety of color. One distinct feature among all geeks is the elongated neck. The purpose of such a feature must be to attract other geeks for mating, as of late the geek is not an endangered species.

Geeks run rapid among us they come in various sizes and ages. Some geeks can be as young as our little neighbor boy whom thinks it is alright to ram his head into our wall for no purpose but further accelerate his present brain damage. Geeks can be a "family group" as well. Starting with the father geek, once the male geek establishes his territory he trys to attract a mate by stretching forth his long neck, soon a "herd" of geeks takes root in the neighborhood.
Geeks then take on American jobs, and integrate themselves in modern society. They are working and living among us. Everyday citizens and co-workers. How does one know when one is among geeks? A few simple, obvious features are [1] Longer then usual neck [2] walk as if one leg is "stuck" permanently to the ground, while the other flops awkwardly in motion [3] carries on a conversation with a fake laugh followed by another laugh [4] annoys the heck out of you by asking you for information that you are not qualified to give [5] incontinent
With these obvious signs you are sure to know, someone among you is a pencil-neck geek.
This begs the question, so what is to be done? A few suggestions I have are simple. Loose gun laws, geek tax, and regulated breeding.
Perhaps, in time the only way to see a pencil-neck geek will be at a petting zoo. One can hope for a brighter future. The more you know (star flaring off).
Can we all please stop the fake laughing, and phony conversations.
Song is from Fred Blasie. Funny stuff.Back when I was a kid, life was going swell.Till something happened, blew every thing to hell.That night my daddy stumbled in, all pale and weak,Said, "A woman up the block just gave birth to a geek."Mom said, "Sell it to the circus, what the heck."Dad said, "Nope, this one's a pencil neck.And if there's one thing lower than a side show freak, It's a grit eatin', scum suckin', pencil neck geek."You see if you take a pencil that won't hold lead, Looks like a pipe cleaner attached to a head,Add a buggy whip body with a brain that leaks,You got yourself a grit eatin', pencil neck geek.(chorus)Pencil neck geek, grit eatin' freak, scum suckin', pea head with a lousy physique.He's a one man, no gut, losing streak.Nothin' but a pencil neck geek. Soon the geeks were poppin' up all over town. You couldn't hardly sneeze without knockin' one down.After a nice juicy steak, if you need a toothpick,Just reach for a geek, they'll do the trick.One day we cut one up for fish bait. Learned our lesson just a little bit late.Soon as the geek hit the drink, the water turned red.Next day, sure enough, all the fish were dead.chorusMost any night you know where I can be found.Yeah, stomping some geek's head into the ground.So keep the faith, 'cause in Blassie you can trust,I won't give up 'til the last geek bites the dust.chorusThey say these geeks come a dime a dozen.I'm lookin' for the guy who's supplyin' the dimes.Its gonna be real hard times for all of thesegrit eatin',scum suckin',boot lickin', drop kickin', gut grindin',nail bitin',glue sniffin',scab pickin',butt scratchin',egg hatchin',sleazy,smelly,pepper bellied, dirty, lousy, rotten, stinkin', freaks.Nothing but a pencil neck geek.

Friday, August 1, 2008

Home Teaching


Disclaimer: Sensitive matter and personal opinions are just that opinion. I do not like to dabble in religious matters, I am however opening the door for discussion.

Listen,
Has everyone seen the movie, "Home Teacher's"? Based on a couple of home teacher's that have an adventure trying to do their home teaching. The movie is great, because one companion is a "letter of the law" the other is a slacker. Near the end of the movie, the letter of the law companion has a softer heart, based on the fact that his life isn't so great, while the other slacker sees the need to pay more attention to what his family is doing and what he is missing out on.

So our ward has two elders quorums. I like that because I don't feel lost in a shuffle. Although I do not want to draw attention at the same time. I have known my companion briefly, met him once called him several times by phone. I felt like it was my responsibility to "let God know, I wanted to be a good home teacher" and actually want to go home teaching with a good feeling about it, I believe that by doing so, I would "bless my house" because of the desire to do something good, and it is asked of me. I am not going to complain about making appointments, and follow-up, I know what it is, I served a mission, I have been a home teacher for some time now. I recently got a phone call from my elders quorum asking me about did you see your families this month. The voice on the phone could not have been more dead to me then if it was Lurch from the Addams Family, "you rang".
During the conversation, I was asked had so-and-so come to see our family, my answer: no, we have never had home teachers since we have lived here in Stansbury Park. The secretary on the phone apologized. I said what for, it isn't your responsibility to be sorry because no one has come over to tell me one of President Monson's stories. How should you be apologizing for someone else's opportunity to receive a blessing? If home teachers don't want to come see our family, that really doesn't change my testimony. I have to answer for the same question as well. I don't want to cause a lighting bolt because I didn't make an honest effort to do something about home teaching. I call, and meet my companion, but I constantly get "dogged". I understand what being "dogged" means. I served a mission. I want to home teach for my benefit, not for someone else. Selfish, perhaps but if I do my home teaching it would be in a spirit of meaningful purpose, and not because it is a duty. So I am going to go with or without my companion, I will take my son, or one of my neighbors. Needless to say, I hate getting a phone call, asking me how did I do this week and what can I do better for next week. Let me tell you, I will write about it in my next letter to the mission president. Does that bring back some memories for anyone? My intention is to get some advise, anyone have some?

Thursday, July 31, 2008

This Was Too Good To Pass Up





BREAKING NEWS: Burley bank robbed, suspect escapes on bicycle
Maybe the Burley Vise Squad can put this guy back on the force. Deputy Fife: "Here at 'the Rock,' we have two basic rules. Memorize them so you can say them in your sleep. Rule One: Obey all rules! Second, do not write on the walls...as it takes a lot of work...to erase writing...off of walls."
http://www.southidahopress.com/
How crappy is this? I know right now in Burley there are at least five little old blue haired ladies gathered around a kitchen table squwaking all about it, as if it was a Golden Girls episode! This will make news in Burley last a few days of good investigative reporting. I especially love this line was cut and paste note: this crap ain't made up. From the story, quote: "Police are looking for a Hispanic male who is 5 feet 5 inches tall and about 25 years old. He was wearing glasses and a black felt "Indiana-Jones type" hat. The man was dresses in a red sleeveless shirt with a white tee-shirt underneath and black shoes. He left the bank riding a red bicycle." Watch out he's on bike, probably something he stole from a freckled faced kid.
Ha! Classic. Burley news, it's like Debbie Gervonahump from KSL investigative writing!
My gut hurts. Oh, man breathe slowly. Almost as good as Senator Graig I am not gay speech!

Speak ENGWISH!


Welkom, we vite you join us far dinner. You wrike noodle? Aren't accents the best?!
There is this little 'ol oriental food joint near my work that I sometimes use for lunch, because you can get won-ton and three other items under five bucks. Sure the burn from your gut might end up killing you later, but from time to time I like to think I live life on the edge. So I am going back to school, this fall. School is like that black hole in one's life that doesn't seem to end but sucks up your whole universe. I will admit that I have been a "late bloomer" in regards to the education achievement. I blame Idaho, and my children. Which is my right as their gene carrier. When I get a dog, I will blame all my farts on that animal, until then Kami is known to really light up a room. Weber State has a lot of good classes online which I think is the only way to get your lower division stuff done. Sometimes I am really jelious of the one's who get all the education done, then start families. I really admire the one's who do the family, and the education at the same time. Don't you agree that at times you feel as if you are trying to run a race that never ends, and all the bottle water along the way is just stale SLC County water making the running of the race that much more of a challenge? I took a few a.p. classes in high school, why? because the baseball coach was the teacher and it turned out to be an easy B+ for me. The real dumb thing is I never took the test for the collage credit. Misty, this is the part in the show where you stamp "ASS" across my picture like on Conan. That really is good comedy. Back to that black hole idea, Burley, Idaho the place of my childhood. I do think of it as a "Mayburry Hell" because of the limits I felt at the time, were placed upon me while I was growing up. Ask my brothers and sister. Testify. So here I am, with a wife and kids (sounds like a sit-com) and I am complaining about going back to school. Everyone does it, but this is my blog so I am making this my opportunity to complain online. All the ifs in life and the might haves don't make complaining worth the time I have spent typing this message, so I will say that although life is what you make it to be, in the end it isn't going to matter much if there isn't a girl in it.
(that one's for you Misty)

Thursday, July 24, 2008

Deeds


So I am at the soda store getting a cold Dr. Pepper, as I make my way to the cash register I meet another person at the same register. There becomes a moment when it is about to be awkward because someone is going to have to give up the high ground, the right of way to the register first. So I did, I said, "please go ahead" to which I got in reply, "are you sure?" I had to think, why would anyone say that when the green light and right of way was clearly given to them? Why question the fact that I gave that awkward moment a chance to be less awkward by letting the person go ahead of me. Why am I the one getting questioned about being sure? I felt confident enough. Thought it threw in a second, made a decision and went with it. But now I had to see if I truly was sure, as if I needed a lawyers permission, and it isn't like I was giving up a million dollars, I simply wanted that person to finish up so I could pay for my Delicious soda. I didn't want to pay extra for putting up with a question about being sure. Just another set back that kept me from drinking my soda. My soda, cold, goodness soda. No kids asking for a drink from my soda, only me. So my second reply was "yep" but really I was thinking, "I'm sure gonna kick you in the nut if you don't move it." Another thing about being helpful, if I fix your kids bike one time don't think that I am all of the sudden your handy man. In Grantsville, if you open the door for people and you get out of the way so they may pass you and they instead open the other door, that must really mean they are French, and we all know the French are a-holes.

Tuesday, July 22, 2008

Tagged!


So Misty was tagged and therefore I am also tagged. This is how I feel about the tagged part of being tagged. 1. take right hand, extend hand in front of self 2. thumb up then point down towards your feet. 3. place tongue on base of your lip, blow air out of mouth to produce a "pppaaapppaaa" mission accomplished.
I don't set goals, ever since my mission ended because for two years I set goal after goal after goal I figured I am good for another year or two before I have to set another goal. I have a lot of fears, like getting stuck in a public bathroom.

Maybe I just have a bad additude towards being tagged. Misty is the one who doesn't like games.

Sunday, July 20, 2008

Drive In Movie

Have you seen Kung-Fu Panda? If you have seen this movie by choice maybe you wont like this post and should leave now. If you have a kid, then my guess is you have. In fact, I can almost promise that all of the parents out there in the world can name at least ten cartoons without stopping to think about it. Disney is an evil empire even though this is not a Disney show. Misty and I loaded up the 4Runner with our little herd and took off for the drive in movie in Tooele. When I pulled into a spot, I sort of felt like a refugee in a camp of some sorts, cars, trucks, campers, and mini-vans all spread out with small bar-b-q's and lawn chairs. Jeff Foxworthy would have been proud of some of the attendees. when the movie came to an end I asked my son to come with me so that he could use the bathroom before the next movie started which was Indiana Jones. We get to the men's room and it was a solid line of little boys with there dad's waiting to pee. The scene was one that if you are shy in public you would be horrified. Zach turns to me before our turn and simply said "let's blow this taco stand Dad, there's lots of guys here." Misty and I use the term blow this taco stand a lot, but I didn't think my five year old could use it. I also didn't think that he would be shy about peeing in public but strangely he was. We went back to camp and he complained about having to go really bad. I did the next logical thing, we were in the last isle of cars and as dark as it was I simply let him pee on the car tire next to us. Yep, some stranger's car tire was pee'd on. Misty didn't know and still doesn't know until she reads this blog later. Zach asked me if I would pee with him too, so I did. We pee'd on the tire of some stranger together, now that is bonding right? The only disappointment at all was that Kamrynn got a fever that still hasn't let up. Any of you got some drive in stories to share? Maybe that left a door open to hear about how some of your children were conceived?

Friday, July 18, 2008

Adam Sandler is a Great American



Well I like his movies anyway, I also like that he has a "side kick" in Rob Schneider. One of my favorite Rob Schneider characters is "Ula" "Sharks are like dogs, they only bite if you touch their private parts." Who can forget the Wedding Singer, "Well I have a microphone and you don't so you will listen to every damn word I have to say!” Sometimes you just need a good quote to start your day. Misty says I screw up movie lines, which she is right, although over the many years of our marriage I've gotten better. I can make the point, maybe not verbatim. Who can forget "Better Off Dead" Now that's a real shame when folks be throwin' away a perfectly good white boy like that. Now shifting gears, I was flipping the radio dial and got stuck on KSL, the whine-o hour with my favorite punching bag Sean Hannity. He was boo hooing because the "liberal media" didn't give Sen. John McCain a lot of new hype when he went to Iraq. Geese does Sean need a poo poo change or what, I compare Sean's "show" to one of my daughter's tantrums, whinny,loud, and lazy. Well switch gears again, we are trying to get a home built. We have a lot, a bunch of people telling me they are working on permits, and the what not but mostly by December we will move to our new home. Switch gears again, the second week of August I will be taking Misty to her very first Burley Idaho Rodeo and Fair. It will be fun, pitures to follow.

Tuesday, July 15, 2008

I watched the sun set

Awe, sunset, orange ball in the sky. No kids, no noise, no anoying ding! dong! ding! dong! of the door bell, no little face saying "can Zach and Kami play" which really means can your kid run in the street and play in the dirt with all the new home constuction and nails too? Some of the neighborhood kids just seem like the type who ride the short bus to kindergarden. Or the kid who says, "Zach can you play" to which Zach says "alright, as long as you don't fart on me". I really belive that we are all placed in the neighborhood we are in because the Lord wants us to learn something about the gospel. I have learned that two kids is enough to make me want to go mental, that town homes are not for everyone, and that crazy things happen when your kids are real quiet. Also I have learned that gospel principle's are not to be taken lightly. I was always told that my mission would prepare me for life. I do belive it did prepare me for marriage in the Temple, and for how I am to serve others, but I do have to say that I want to kick the guy in the nuts who said that mission service is the best two years of your life. The video called to serve needs to be updated with some sort of warning: what you are about to see is not actual events, some of these events are based on cartoons from living scriptures. I wouldn't want to discourage missionary service, because it is a responciblity that should be on the mind of every nineteen year old who is eligable to serve. Also, church meetings should start with sacrement first that way I get a damn seat with a cushion on it.

Tuesday, July 8, 2008

My Boy is an Island Boy


Many of you know about Zach, how he Love's to climb things. Mainly with his feet. He attempts his climbs with a quick lick on his hands, then removes his sandals and slaps slime of Zach onto his feet also and shimmy's up. Up trees, up bed railings, between door jams, and lastly at the playground. Sure everyone knows about the tunnel slides, but my native island boy puts a twist by climbing the outside of the tunnel slide then hops onto the platform and swings his way down a support pole to the ground just to do it all over again. Today he did however master the monkey bars. He wasn't afraid to try them before, but I guess he just didn't have the mechanics down enough to understand the whole monkey bar operation. Well today he mastered them with ease. I just expect him to bring a coconut back every time.

Monday, July 7, 2008

The Public Crapper Syndrome



This is a what I like to call capper"itus" or CORPOROPHOBIA fear of toilets, namely public johns. You know what I mean, your at the Bee's home game, start of the seventh inning stretch and you feel the urge to purge. Only you think twice, the thought of an unholy porcelain pony just makes the poo you thought you had to poo crawl right back up and say huh-uh! Then there are the truck stops, long road trip to grandma's house or to where ever the road takes you. So you stop at what appears to be a clean looking Chevron, get inside and it's this man-chick hanging out in the men's room! So you bolt out the door unsatisfied but not molestered. I think twice about the pot I choose to rest upon. At Sunday dinner, Dan made mention of the toilet service at the Government building he works at, gave some gory detail about mookie-stinks all over the floor and pouring into the next two stalls. Just shows how put out people really are about the economy huh? That brings up another thought, the places people choose to go and eat out at, is it really about the service and food or is about how clean the crapper is? I say it is almost completely dependant upon the the cleanliness of the toilet. Pizza Hut in Tooele, for instance (this comment has no bearing on Jessie}the crappers are horrible, some sort of spin off from the Dugway Proving Grounds. Anyway this comment is over. Kids are screaming and somebody has to play referee.

Friday, July 4, 2008

what the crap was that last post about anyway

We went as a family to the fireworks show tonight, no pictures because it is Grantsville, there would be the possibility of ugly naked dancing in the background.

So our kids had fun, cousins had fun, glow sticks, chips, grapes, blanket, and yes bang, boom, pop, and some crashes. Lots of lights, and smoke, no real bad traffic and as a finale what was that last post about? I don't know, maybe it was the combination of things.

Anyway hope your 4Th of July was a bang too!

Monday, June 30, 2008

Not exactly Paul Harvey...Good day!

Blogging has become a weird way of getting to know people. Sometimes getting to know about there most in depth feelings and life stories. Always about kids, and what doing what, who's got pee pee in the pants, and all of this commentary is brought to us by blogging. You want to see the world, look at other people's blog, that would make you a little bit of a snoop but then again it is the Internet. You should know by now that if you don't want something out in cyber-space don't put it out there. We live in a time of awesome technology and at the same time, creeps trying to peep into windows using Google Earth. It's too bad that we live in a time when people of the world would just as soon spit on you as to shake your hand. Now I am not saying that is always the case. blogging is a good source of information about the events of all my family. I get my family news from the blog of others. Media has been using the blog source for sometime, I think it is a funny way to get a message out, for instance if I was a Boston Celtics fan I might post on ESPN.com about how great the Boston dynasty is. Alas I am not a Boston fan and have this to say, it was a fluke, paid for in full by commissioner David Stern to further monopolize the NBA to achieve its ultimate goal of cyberborgs which in turn take over our government. The NBA would have us all believing that NBA games are not staged. Entertainment value but at what cost? The blog is a powerful new weapon to get a point across.

Thursday, June 26, 2008

Avenged by wrist rocket

Tonight as a family we decided to ride our bikes together, sometimes it is a chore and not a recreation on account that we have a speedy boy and a cruiser girl. It can make for a tuff outing although Kam, made it up the big hill almost by herself. We left our digs to venture out and get away from the diving bird. It will swoosh you, try to talon you with it's little feet. Along our travels I noticed one of the boys that Misty and i use to substitute teach in primary, his name is Aaron, he is about 8-9 years old and had a b-b gun! So I hired Aaron to come shoot the bird. We went onward with our ride, after an agreement/contract to kill the bird was made. When we finished our ride and came home I saw feathers on our roof all good signs that the bird was swimming with the fishes. Not so, our neighbor, pulled out his wrist rocket and plucked that bird out of the sky! He said it had flown off and that it had lost a lot of feathers. Maybe the bird is finally swimming with the fishes or it went to get more thugs from the west side to really do us in? Also we have a duck nesting in our pine tree. Our place of living is becoming the National Geographic Wild Kingdom or something.

Tuesday, June 24, 2008

Do You Smell That?

Misty,

What the hell died in the trash can this afternoon? Did someone think it was okay to take a 'terd in our can? People in Africa could smell our can! I don't know exactly what was decomposing in our can, but whoa!

When I first moved to Ogden in '99 I was told about a phenomenon called "lake stink". If your from Utah, particularly the Washatch front, you know what it is. For the ignorant, it is a putrid stink from a stale, salt water lake. Some say it is attributed to the brine shrimp and the mud of the lake, I say it is a terrorist attack or a cruel joke played by God. The lake was a stinkin' late this evening, causing one to think that someone ate too many beans and got kicked out of the house or that Paul Bunion's blue ox really exists and likes to use the Great Salt Lake as a toilet. I have one more thing to mention, not of real use but here in the swamp of Stansbury Park we are a fortunate people, so fortunate as to have an old guy driving around in a small truck with what looks like a giant arosol can filled with bug spray fogging up the roadways. It's great but don't breathe that stuff in, also I wondered what would really happen if the Dougway place imploded, what sorta freaks would we become then?

Talk amongst yourselves...here's a topic...

Remember SNL when it was funny? Mike, Adam, Chris, and the whole gang, well I watched SNL this past weekend because I got a chance too! What a let down, so the show has lost a lot of humor, but wait, something was a mist... I then I realized something. It struck me like a sauce pan to the head, I am about to be 32 years old. I don't understand 2008 SNL humor I am now a SNL senior citizen! I don't belong with "that" crowd anymore! To really put these thoughts of becoming a SNL senior citizen to rest I watched "Click" with Adam Sandler, he is one of my favorite comedians. I thought to myself Adam's movies should have the healing save I am looking for, but alas I wasn't completely happy. So I cranked up some Pearl Jam, Eddie Vedder always said it best..." oh, I'm still alive" sweet lyrics from a great band. Still, not even Eddie and his grunge style could cheer me up. I guess I need a porche? I also noticed that I get really agitated when I hear Conservative talk radio, I just scream "people, people, we need your money." Conservative radio is crazy. I would love to give all of the talk shows on the radio a big tall glass of shut the #$@% up. I am old, but not so old that I would have to kick my own @$$ for wearing traditional golf pants.

Wednesday, June 11, 2008

stephine plumb

Misty did I spell this right? I am not known for my grammer and spelling skills, but that is one of the reasons I married Misty. Last night Misty comes home at midnight, I am waiting for her on the living room couch watching the last half of a crappy Conan O'Brien show when I hear the garage door crack open and the words "are you decent" come from behind. I think, am I decent? That could mean so much, do others consider me decent? Does the Queen of England think I am decent? What must one do to become "decent"? Should there be qualifications, education, or just clothes involved? I also thought what does my wife think I am, Hugh Heffnier lounging around in my smoker's jacket waiting to get some hot action? Decent, eh? From behind the door Misty walks into the room with Lara and they mention tamales, and Stephine Plumb. Stephine Plumb has been the focus of many a conversation these past few months. Stephine Plumb can't vote, can't read, can't wipe her own butt, why you say? Because she isn't real, she doesn't exist and will never really exist. Stephine Plumb is a character in a book that Lara and Misty have enjoyed reading about. Adventures galore because she is a bounty hunter, a worthless bounty hunter who can't seem to close any deal except ones that involve sex with Ranger and Marelli. I have really no point to make, no real problems with Stephine Plumb. I am glad that Misty and Lara find the books interesting and funny. I was just a little taken back on the "are you decent" remark.

Tuesday, June 10, 2008

"Push Her Down The Stairs"

Remember Friends, the t.v. show? You know the song, I'll be there for you.... I would give Misty a season of Friends on DVD for her birthday or for anniversaries or for when I made her mad and needed to make up with her. Well I was wondering if T.V. has lost its luster. I am finding myself un-interested in any sit-com or reality anything shows. I simply turn the t.v. off. I do enjoy Scrubs (a.k.a. the new MASH sorta) and the Office, sometimes My Name is Earl, but other than the news I just don't get where all the entertainment went. So I say push T.V. down the stairs, kick it to the curb because it isn't worth watching anymore. Perhaps I am missing out although I don't feel like it. With the show Friends, it was more of a time when Misty and I could watch something together,laugh a lot, and eat ice cream. Then everyone started naming their kid Emma and ruined it for me. Thanks a lot Emma wherever you are. Does anyone remeber Saturday cartoons? Watching the new Saturday cartoons with my kids makes me sad too. If it isn't one thing it's another, taking away Scoby-Doo and Tiny Toones-Merry Melodies, bugs bunny and company. It's an injustice.

My Next Kid's Name Is Siverado, Yamaha Moncur


I want a motorcycle. I want a Yamaha Silverado cruiser because it isn't a 650 or a Honda, and it isn't a Harley waste of money Davidson. I would love to cruise on this thing and I would be happy about picking bugs out of my teeth to get it. Also I could justify the buying of such said item because of gas prices and the royal screwing around the Bush administration has done with the economy, basically forcing the bike on me, but I would embrace it, love it, and ride off with Vanes-Hines pipes screaming down the highway-sweet thought. Of course paying insurance for 6 months out of the year extra to enjoy some bug picking time might not be economically sound, I don't know have to look into this some more. Honestly though who hasn't wanted to ride the open road on a motorcycle?

The King and Queen of Si-Am

So my daughter, Kamrynn, was playing ball in the house, just a small rubber bouncing ball. Up and down that hall while I was folding Buzz Lightyear underwear. I would poke my head out into the hall from time to time to make sure no one was thrashing up the place too much. One ocassion in which I was poking my head out to survey some house abuse, I saw my three year old clearly toss the ball to the corner wall, turn to me and say "daddy, where did my ball go?" I looked puzzled at her and replied "in the corner where you watched yourself throw it." Kam-"Oh yeah" and on she goes playing.

Now that made me think a moment about why she would ask me where she clearly threw her ball. My son, in the mean time, has a friend over at the house, they are too busy playing trains when one of the trains turns for the worse and a battery finally gives out. I hear these words from the living room, "oh don't worry my dad can fix that in a jiff." A jiff? But that made me also think, how kids just trust parents for everything. All things, things that parents sometimes have absolutely no clue about but kids hang on to every word said as if it was gospel truth. Then comes the king demanding that he, and his subjects receive their taxes from the peasant (me) in the form of popsicles. Meanwhile the queen bounces in with the royal court and demands that she receive the first pick on account that she is a lady. At this point I feel as though I am over taxed and under appreciated at the same time, but wait there is a slight grin that comes to my face, soon 9:00 p.m. will be here and the spell that is cast on me will be broken-I am free.

Sunday, June 8, 2008

TMZ Hollywood and movie quotes

Okay TMZ what is that all about? I thought we got our Hollywood news(really, is though)from the Access Hollywood or something. I was flipping the channel and bam! there is a full spread about some Hollywood harlot and the party she fell out of. It was really sad that people are fascinated about how George Cloony visited a far off colony of lesbian Eskimos to preach American policy as an "Ambassador". As if he represented all Americans. How Madona or Angelina adopted another kid from some third world country. How would you like to be that kid or the countless others that were left behind? Made me think about the crappy state that the world is in and that things will only get worse. Can't anyone stand up to injustice? Why can't we all be a little like Stanly Spedowzki and say " Life is like a mop. Sometimes life gets full of dirt and crud and hairballs and things and you gotta clean it out. You gotta stick it in here and rinse it off and start all over again. And sometimes life sticks to the floor so much that a mop, a mop, it's not good enough. You gotta get down there with like a toothbrush, you know, and you gotta really scrub 'cause you gotta get it off. But if that doesn't work, you can't give up. You gotta stand right up. You gotta run to a window and say, "These floors are dirty as hell, and I'm not gonna take it any more." At the same time, Pamela Finklestein: "Broads don't belong in broadcasting"? Is that the kind of professional courtesy you teach your news department?
R.J. Fletcher: Why, that's a terrible thing. I don't know how many time I've told those boys, never call chicks broads. That is comedy people that is entertainment it just seems to me that getting my "entertainment news" from shows like TMZ or Access Holly-fart just seems sad. On the other hand I can't stand getting my news from KSL "on the nine's" just feels like a sea gull took a crap on me and I have to use spacial KSL cleaner to get it off. Lets just say that Grant and Amanda are way too cookie cutter perky. Well, that's it for me good night.

Friday, June 6, 2008

Blog comments

I was thinking about my blog, your blog, all blogs in general. How people's lives are spilled out in paragraphs, pictures, and links. I think it is all interesting to see what people are thinking, feeling, struggling with, and all the comments. Comments are a great way to sorta play tag with each other. I read, comment, then post and comment. Who would think that the word "post" would mean anything other then something a mail box would rest on? I enjoy the fact that I can look at all the blogs out there on the Internet, browse and then bolt. Cruel, because no trace of me (my comment) was left? Maybe, because it appears that most blogs are for family. Families are a neat thing to be a part of, your never alone. Not even in the bathroom. I was also thinking about faith, thanks Rob for your "post" but in relation to marriage. I have a busted up green/gold Toyota Camry, not busted up beyond, but in need. Not charity, but in need of unconditional love. Misty mentioned to me that every time I work on something to do with the car, she worries about the outcome. Rightfully so because I am not a certified anything, although I feel that I am a master of the shovel and small tools. Having heard this from my eternal companion/best friend/wife/mother of my children/my everything I was a little crushed, but she did say something to the effect of that I always end up right. But my thought about faith remains, don't we all have to have faith in each other without question? Should I be completely unquestionable in Misty's abilities? Don't I have the right to fail and learn? I know she is better at things like putting the kids to bed then I am, but I would hope that she would have enough faith in my ability to do the same. Faith is not an easy thing to come by and I am finding out more with marriage and kids that faith is the basic fundamental foundation of my life. I don't like the fact that I have to have faith in others to to help my family, but the gospel says I have to have faith in the sunbeams teacher to help me teach my daughter about Jesus. It is easy to love, but trust must be earned. hard lesson to learn but how valuable if you can become trustworthy. Anyway just some random thoughts to "post".

Saturday, May 24, 2008

Crap in my garage, and bums


Misty and I wanted to see some friends of ours (new baby) so we went about our Saturday doing what we do but sort of on edge. Not mad, but we all felt as Misty would put it "jostled" which means give me my space. So off we went to SLC, thought we could make a pit stop at one of our favorite soda holes, Hearts on 7200 south. While stopped at the light, we talked about how on edge we were feeling and that Satan was working against us, so I thought I would thwart him off by doing something good? Everyone has seen a bum, not just your hind end parts, but the ones at the corner asking for your money mostly. I spotted me a bum, and sure enough he was taking hand outs so I gathered my handful of car change and just as I was rolling down my window... raised my arm to hand out the money.... eye contact was made between the bum and me... he made his move closer... he stepped off the sidewalk... walked toward me... my window all the way down, arm extended... closer... then the light changed! Traffic began to move, he stepped back onto the side walk, but my arm was outside the window, I had a choice to make, a decision that would make me a better man, a kind, giving man, a man my wife could be proud of, then I decided. I flung the change at him and punched the gas! How crappy a person am I! I threw money at a poor person, and I feel so bad because of it. I didn't look back but I am sure he got my few dollars in change and a life lesson, time your begging with the flow of traffic. We got our sodas, saw the new angel, and made merry on our way back home. Now as far as kids messing around with my stuff goes, my little miscreants scatter all my tools, sticks, bikes, water bottles, toys, boxes, dirt, and anything else they deem necessary to scatter in my garage. Garages are for two things, provide shelter for my crap and shelter for fixing my crap. I have storage boxes, lawn mower, cars, bikes, just too much crap for my garage to handle. Sometimes I feel like it's a popcorn bag waiting to bust open. I am grateful for my abused garage though.

Monday, May 5, 2008

El Whappo What is a Plethera anyway? -Heffey

Does anyone remember The Three Amigos? If not I suggest checking it out. I was on the phone at work, talking with a vendor about some parts for a construction job. I had to ask the person on the other line to repeat himself a couple of times because of his heavy South American accent. I was as polite as I could be, but it is my job to get the right information the fist time, so I went as far as has having him use phone code. Me: "Opw Pisces part number 54344-009 test boot 150 psi net price and list price please." Vendor: "Es costa net 355.00 doolars, lisst prices es 540.80 doolars" Me: "I want to confirm the shipping, please use our UPS collect acct." Vendor: "Okay, shippes UPS costa added to prices with yous account." I tried to be nice, then I simply asked for another person to help me finish my order. I can't say that I wasn't getting help, but the help I was getting wasn't helping me. My three year old daughter could have done a better job. Is getting good service becoming a thing of the past? A few months ago we went to Idaho to see my family, along the road there are some stops we mean to stop at. Well this trip was different, kids were okay, we felt like we didn't need to stop so we kept going, past Snowville Utah, Kamrynn says those dreaded words, "I got to go pee." Luckily we are a few miles away from the Sinclair gas station I think problem solved, we unload step into the Sinclair and the large Marge woman behind the counter says to me, first thing, "you'll have to put shoes on her feet before you shop here." Now I thought for a moment, maybe the floors are dirty and she thinks Kamrynn would be harmed or something, but her attitude and pointing of her fingers in jester made a different impression, so I gathered my family and left. I wanted to let Kamrynn pee on the wall of that gas station, I would have if Misty hadn't been against it.

I Swear, tractor's is so dumb -Mater



Scene: Overpass, commuters everywhere, bridge, merging lanes, seagulls nice sunshine day.
Scene 2: Semi-truck with trailer, bridge, merging lanes, seagull comes swooping into previously mentioned semi, whoola guts Ala roadkill. It was Gross. Made me think of Mater and the fact that tractors are a lot like seagulls, dumb. I also thought about Idaho drivers and how they have the habit of staring at you as you pass them, as if you are lost or part of there lost family. Creepy. I have to say that driving is an art, it takes skill, concentration, and you have no choice but to trust the fool in the jacked up chevy to do the same? Yeah, and Grizzly Adams had a beard! People on the road during my commute act differently on the road at different times, I have noticed that when I leave at 7 a.m. then traffic is not in a mad craze, now if I leave at 7:30 whoa look out! Crazies everywhere, and it's not like my gently used car has a vendetta against said jacked chev, but come on a-hole get off my Canadian Arse!
I use the slow {senior} lane for a reason, every driving course I have ever taken says to pass on the left, not the right where all the aged and road tested vehicles are. So to you bloated gas hogs on the road I say kiss it, kiss it good, both cheeks, right here, mmmmmuh. I mean, really if I am on the left side of the road and going slower than that of the traffic, by all means run me down. I can't stand slow drivers in the fast lane, its dangerous. Stop playing cop, you are putting me in danger. Thus proving the point don't be a dumb tractor.

Thursday, April 24, 2008

Sean Hannity his brother Rush Limbaugh, and his other brother Micheal Savage


So i watched the Jazz loose the other night, which stunk because they could have won. I listened to the commentary of the game and I didn't want to hear about the amazing player match-up that would decide the out come of the game, or the percentage of home wins vs. road wins or free throw percentage, who's on first, what's on second...blah, blah, blab just tell me when those cute girls are gonna jump out on the court with those daisy dukes and dance.. monkey. All I want is the score, nothing else, just the score. It made me think of R.C. Willy, who has a sale if it is parent-teacher conference, or national kick your neighbors dog day. Everything seems to be imploded in the media and I Afton wonder where is the real news, certainly not on FOX 13, I love it when the fox people finish a live story covering all the mookie stinks around the Wasatch front, stories like, little old lady gets whacked over the head by some bum in Pioneer park, only on FOX 13, just you watch the best. I guess it isn't so bad for KSL, Debbie blah, blah, blah uncovers the hidden dangers in your bathroom, next on KSL. What is worse the radio mongers of Rush, Sean, and his other brothers Bill o'Riley, Micheal Savage. I guess it just turns me away when they open their mouths to criticize and explain the right way to do things is yada yada yada, liberals and Democrats piss me off, when they close their three hour tirade, it is always now go getcha a steak at blah blah steak house, tell 'em Sean sent ya. Or how Rush signed a 94 bazillion dollar radio deal. I would rather rip my heart right out of my rib cage and then throw it on the floor and stop on it 'til I die, then spend one more minute listening to them, thanks Weird Al for putting it right. I guess I was just sad that the jazz lost, and I really hate R.C. Willy commercials.

Nipple balm



That's right, you have heard the term bag balm, utter butter, and cream o'utter-butter etc. I am here to tell you that this stuff isn't just for cows, and achy cracked nipple sufferers, no this whiz cures nasty feet. Not only am I the president of nipple balm, I'm a client! This stuff cured my nasty 'ol foot of all it's ailments, no Gypsy voodoo magic could. For some time I have had one foot that always looked like fungus-amongus, not anymore. Remember the Adam Sandler movie Mr. Deeds, Emilio struck Deed's frost-bite black foot, yeah not quite that bad but close. I don't know why this stuff is advertised for lady nipple woahs, I mean I could market this stuff to men and make a killing calling it a miricle cure-foot bag balm-nipple healer-all-in-one cure. But wait there's more, if you call in the next ten minutes we'll send you two foot-bagbalm-nipple healer wonder cure bottles for the price of one, that's right TWO bottles for $19.95....oh the horror. Sorry Misty for my bad foot.

Sunday, April 20, 2008

I like AC/DC


Am I going to go to hell for this? I love the banging of the drums, the whaling of the guitars, and the yelling of "Back in Black" or "Highway to Hell". Does it constitute a passion for distruction? I once took Misty to the Dee Events Center to see Sawyer Brown, a country group we both like, the opening act was a cover band that sang nothing like Dixie. There was an older couple dressed in biker garb, swinging and laughing and looking like something you see on a nature program about the migration and mating habits of polor bears, they looked awful. We both laughed to ourselves and now I think, good for you polar bears show the world that you can mate during hippie music. Does listening to AC/DC really motovate people to be oblivious to reality? I know I can't get giggy wth'it. God loves those people too.
I still like AC/DC.

Saturday, April 19, 2008

A friend called Jar-d


Remember that song called a boy named sue? Well that song has nothing to do with Jared, or Jar-d as I've been know to call 'em. See sometimes you get to have one friend that you grew up with, got into trouble with, and managed to somehow keep in touch. I have a friend who now lives in Texas, he wants to be a chiropractor (joint smasher) he has a good sense of humor, but lacks the part of a joke that puts the final "zinger" to rest. I think he likes to hear himself talk personally. I say that last part only because off and on we have been fighting about the true final out come of a basketball game played back before playgrounds started putting in those wood chips on the ground because it would prevent injury. See, we played a basketball game that went all day, during our recess time. He still believes he won, of course he thinks that it was okay to be a Minico Spartan, which we all know isn't, still clueless. Jared is a good friend, always busy doing something, he is a pretty driven guy. I still can't believe he wanted to move to Texas?!! I know a little about Texas, on account of the mission in Houston and all, great people, awesome place to visit, but whoo wee no thanks. I hope Jared appreciates his wife, we all still can't believe he got so lucky. His marriage is a mystery only the heaven's could answer. He got extremely lucky. Jar-d, my friend from Idaho who now lives in Texas. Thanks for being my friend.

Wednesday, April 16, 2008

shootin' dust



my brother brian and I went shootin' arrows some time ago we had fun, we missed most targets but we were laughing always

dad and Kamrynn

Quiet Example of the Gospel

Today is my father's viewing, Thursday our family will put him to rest. To my brothers and sister that might read this I want to say that dad was a great example to me of service, leadership, and gospel example. I have told my brothers and sister that my dad was the real reason I chose to go on a church mission. That after my first semester at Twin Falls I had found my dad's stake missionary papers and saw that he had served. My dad never told me this, and I wonder exactly how those papers got mixed in with my financial aid papers? I am going to miss my dad immensely, but I don't really feel a permanent loss. I understand how death is part of our heavenly father's eternal, perfect plan for true happiness. Our father in heaven wants all of his children to be happy, I am sad that my dad's life here on earth is over, but I really wonder about the awesome things he is doing now. How wonderful to know that his existence is never ending. My dad served in eight bishopric's I think, He never complained, and he always set a good example with his actions not his words alone. I will miss my dad but look forward to seeing him again. Brian, Gary, and Ann thank you for all your love, and thank you to all those who offered prayers, and thoughts to me in behalf of our family.

kids are great


I recommend that you should have at least two. Sometimes I see parents who just have one kid and I think to myself what happy times, because there are no rivalries, no sharing, no pulling of the hair, or splashing my eye with bathtub water, or any other problems. I also see that the parents of these children think there kid walks on water, and every sound that comes from this child is a sure sign of wonderment. I say phooey! You do not have the right to be a true parent until you experience the whining of two or more voices crying about McDonald's crappy play land. I don't see the point of having one child. What a menace to society. Now I don't mean to say that single child parents or scp's as I call them are not experiencing things that two or more child parent people experience, I am saying that it isn't fun listing to a little person tell you "your not in my heart" because you skipped McDonald's.

Monday, March 17, 2008

Women

Sometimes women have to do everything for men. This includes posting a new blog or blogging a new post, or whatever.
Sometimes, instead of doing for, women just force men to do things they don't want to do, like the laundry, or the dishes, or the vacuuming, or the blogging.
Sometimes the women are sorry. Sometimes, sometimes, sometimes...I think that might be all I have to say.

Wednesday, March 12, 2008

Great Salt Lake

That's me.

New Blog

This here's a new blog. More to come.

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