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.

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!

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.

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.