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.

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.

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.

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.