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.

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.

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.

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.

"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.

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.

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".