A funny little side note: while we were there, we ran into mom and dad. What are the chances?!
Thursday, January 26, 2006
Cabella's
Last Saturday we had nothing to do so we decided to check out Cabella's. Well we saw this cute hat for Oliver and couldnt pass it up. He's all ready to go a-huntin'. Hopefully his cheeks won't weigh him down.
A funny little side note: while we were there, we ran into mom and dad. What are the chances?!
A funny little side note: while we were there, we ran into mom and dad. What are the chances?!
Sunday, January 22, 2006
The End Is Near
The world as we know it, has come to an end. I was released from Primary Music this morning. I can't believe it. It's been almost five years. What am I going to do now? I have nothing to occupy my mind nor my markers on Saturday evening. I am definitely in mourning. Woe is me!!!!!
Saturday, January 14, 2006
Looking back over the last few weeks, I would have to say this has been one of the most enjoyable Holiday Seasons I have been a part of. In fact, the only thing that would have made it more complete is if Andy had made a guest appearance. The fun was never ending—as were the sodas in the basement. My two weeks vacation was a nice blend of family fun, good grub, and the passing of warm cheer—kind of like a chili cook-off.
Anyway, for nostalgic reasons, I will list some highlights:
The Santa Claus Suit—I guarantee that if the gas and electricity went out, a huge snow storm hit, and we had to survive the night, Aiden would have been the only one to make it out alive. I have to admit that I was a little jealous of his suit. Going through some old pictures, I happened upon one where I was in a mouse suit—there’s really no contest. A Santa suit wins every time.
Family Pictures—What were so special about the family pictures we took in front of the house? Was it Mike’s professional camera, Clint’s crooked tie, or even myself? No, I think it’s much deeper than that. It wasn’t more than 5 years ago that Trevor came to bring out in the open a pose that he held latent for so long. It’s sad to say that Trevor’s kneeling pose came to an abrupt, even apathetic ending. I, for one, will miss seeing this picture in the picture frame. Maybe if we’re lucky he will bring it out of retirement in future years.
Trevor’s full court shot—For those that didn’t have the pleasure of seeing Trevor’s full court basketball shot in the Monument Ward Culture Hall, I send my condolences. This is significant for two reasons: First, I didn’t know he could throw the basketball that far, and second, he made it not once, but twice. “I mean, it would look get on your résume, right?”
Playing with the boys—Even as I write this, the words “Get My Feet” haunt my days and nights.
“Hey Mom…Trademark.”
Trevor’s continued canceling of the push-up contest.
The arm fungus—let it be known that my arms are at about 90% healed at the moment. And no Mayka, no spiders came crawling out. Next time I will probably do one of two things. Either (1) Pack more long sleeve shirts, or (2) wear short sleeve and hope no one confuses me for an extra on Babylon 5. (I don’t know what’s worse, my arm disease or the fact that I referenced Babylon 5.)
The turbulence leaving Salt Lake (and pretty much for the whole flight to Denver) was the worst I’ve ever been in. It was so bad I even skipped the complimentary 1.5 ounces of soda. Jenn wasn’t doing too well either. It took about 30 minutes after takeoff to actually reach cruising speed—we kept going up and down so much I could taste the carne asada from two days before. My body didn’t know whether to use the bathroom or reach for the throw-up bag. Needless to say, we made it out fine.
Finally, the taxi ride home went pretty well. I asked the driver if he was originally from San Antonio and he replied, “Mexico.” Doing something I normally don’t do, I started speaking Spanish right back to him. After a little while, he told me how surprised he was that I spoke Spanish and told me my Spanish was “perfect.” I didn’t realize, however, until after we got home that this was coming from a guy who makes a good portion of him money in tips. (uhhhhh….wait a second).
Just a random note, our car (the second time in 2 months) died on the way to work the other day and Jenn and I ended up riding the bus. It actually worked out pretty well in that the car broke down right in front of a mechanic. Anyway, I get a call from the guy a couple of hours later and he pulls the Mechanic Nazi on me, a la Seinfeld. The phone exchange went like this, no joke:
Mechanic: “Why were new spark plugs put in?”
Me: “(completely caught of guard)….Uhh..rrr, idling….rough…about a month ago.”
Mechanic: “(pausing for 5 seconds) Where did you take it?
Me: “Pep Boys”
Mechanic: “(another 5 seconds) I hate to say this, but you get what you pay for. Pep Boys uses some of the cheapest parts.”
Me: “uh……okay”
Mechanic: “Sir, how much do you care about your car?” (before I could answer) “Because if you cared about your car, you wouldn’t have taken it to Pep Boys.”
Me: “So uh……….. how much is this going to cost?”
Anyway, for nostalgic reasons, I will list some highlights:
The Santa Claus Suit—I guarantee that if the gas and electricity went out, a huge snow storm hit, and we had to survive the night, Aiden would have been the only one to make it out alive. I have to admit that I was a little jealous of his suit. Going through some old pictures, I happened upon one where I was in a mouse suit—there’s really no contest. A Santa suit wins every time.
Family Pictures—What were so special about the family pictures we took in front of the house? Was it Mike’s professional camera, Clint’s crooked tie, or even myself? No, I think it’s much deeper than that. It wasn’t more than 5 years ago that Trevor came to bring out in the open a pose that he held latent for so long. It’s sad to say that Trevor’s kneeling pose came to an abrupt, even apathetic ending. I, for one, will miss seeing this picture in the picture frame. Maybe if we’re lucky he will bring it out of retirement in future years.
Trevor’s full court shot—For those that didn’t have the pleasure of seeing Trevor’s full court basketball shot in the Monument Ward Culture Hall, I send my condolences. This is significant for two reasons: First, I didn’t know he could throw the basketball that far, and second, he made it not once, but twice. “I mean, it would look get on your résume, right?”
Playing with the boys—Even as I write this, the words “Get My Feet” haunt my days and nights.
“Hey Mom…Trademark.”
Trevor’s continued canceling of the push-up contest.
The arm fungus—let it be known that my arms are at about 90% healed at the moment. And no Mayka, no spiders came crawling out. Next time I will probably do one of two things. Either (1) Pack more long sleeve shirts, or (2) wear short sleeve and hope no one confuses me for an extra on Babylon 5. (I don’t know what’s worse, my arm disease or the fact that I referenced Babylon 5.)
The turbulence leaving Salt Lake (and pretty much for the whole flight to Denver) was the worst I’ve ever been in. It was so bad I even skipped the complimentary 1.5 ounces of soda. Jenn wasn’t doing too well either. It took about 30 minutes after takeoff to actually reach cruising speed—we kept going up and down so much I could taste the carne asada from two days before. My body didn’t know whether to use the bathroom or reach for the throw-up bag. Needless to say, we made it out fine.
Finally, the taxi ride home went pretty well. I asked the driver if he was originally from San Antonio and he replied, “Mexico.” Doing something I normally don’t do, I started speaking Spanish right back to him. After a little while, he told me how surprised he was that I spoke Spanish and told me my Spanish was “perfect.” I didn’t realize, however, until after we got home that this was coming from a guy who makes a good portion of him money in tips. (uhhhhh….wait a second).
Just a random note, our car (the second time in 2 months) died on the way to work the other day and Jenn and I ended up riding the bus. It actually worked out pretty well in that the car broke down right in front of a mechanic. Anyway, I get a call from the guy a couple of hours later and he pulls the Mechanic Nazi on me, a la Seinfeld. The phone exchange went like this, no joke:
Mechanic: “Why were new spark plugs put in?”
Me: “(completely caught of guard)….Uhh..rrr, idling….rough…about a month ago.”
Mechanic: “(pausing for 5 seconds) Where did you take it?
Me: “Pep Boys”
Mechanic: “(another 5 seconds) I hate to say this, but you get what you pay for. Pep Boys uses some of the cheapest parts.”
Me: “uh……okay”
Mechanic: “Sir, how much do you care about your car?” (before I could answer) “Because if you cared about your car, you wouldn’t have taken it to Pep Boys.”
Me: “So uh……….. how much is this going to cost?”
Thursday, January 12, 2006
This isn't a Christmas present contest
We all saw from the pictures that quite obviously I gave Chad the coolest present ever with the BYU Breakdancing Club mesh shirt, but a close runner up would have to be Jenn giving me the Silpat. For anyone who may have missed seeing this gift in the chaos of Aiden's tantrums or who couldn't see across the room because of the smoke from the Christmas train, a Silpat is "a cook's best friend." You can roll out pastries on it and even bake cookies on it, yet it appears as a thin flexible rubberized placemat. Thanks to Mayka's pointers on the recipe and Jenn's great gift, I made tortillas last night and the night before using the Silpat. I love that thing!
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