So this morning it looks like perhaps I'm going to write twice. But I didnt. I wrote the other entry last night, but Blogger wasn't Blogging so I had to load it right after the gym this morning.
Anyhow, I wanted to tell you about a guy I know. He was our son's football coach a couple of years ago when Josh played his first season of tackle football. Which, if you're playing along on the home game is an ACTUAL competetive sport worth playing, unlike soccer. Dont even get me started on basketball. Ya'll know how I feel about that, "game". Anyhow, I was planning the same hum-drum half hour cardio and half hour weights but I just wasnt really feeling the weights today as I'd already done every one of my 2000 parts this week. So I figured a nice little hour-long stroll down Eliptical Lane was just what the doctor ordered. So, I'm about twenty minutes in, and beside me appears Jason. He's the lead coach I was refering to. Well we start talking and (yes I let him get a word in edge-wise, jerk) he told me he was still carrying a Riverton Silverwooofs shirt in his truck he was going to give me a year ago.
See, they split our boundaries two years ago and Jason and his family ended up in the other high school's boundaries. So anyhow, we talked about his son, and my son, and their aspirations for college and football and blah blah blah. I dont normally talk people up, but Jason is one of these dudes that you just cant help it. He's humble beyond reproach but very capable. I think he works for the LDS Church in some capacity, but it's not as a seminary teacher. Anyhow, he and his wife and family moved down from Idaho a few years ago to relocate for his job. Within a few weeks of their arrival he was coaching our boys devoting way too much time to our sons and very little time to putting his new yard in and doing things that he could have been doing.
Well, in addition to being a really inspirational coach, he's also a devoted father and husband. He assembled a coaching staff that inspired every single one of our boys to try their individual best, which was all we were really after anyhow. So, he's quiet, but intelligent and possessed an ability to be tough on the boys but for a purpose and always with the intent of teaching.
About two-thirds through our season, their family experienced a horrible tragedy when one of their two year old twin daughters passed away from illness. It was devistating you could imagine. The entire team family ached for their loss. So senseless, so heartbreaking. Well someone decided that next Saturday we would have the boys all wear pink arm bands for the coach and his family and the remembrance of their precious little daughter. I really wasn't prepared that saturday when on an overcast morning, someone showed up with a white balloon for each boy and the pink ribbons for their arms. Ben is the name of Jason's son. I tell you what, I saw more courage from that boy. He showed up to start the game and Jason, understandably grieving, turned the reigns over to the assistant coach to start the game. Well immediately before we all got together and had a moment of silence, and ben let the first balloon go and the other boys all followed suit. It was a very somber moment and I still to this day can't imagine how been as the big brother could play that morning.
Jason showed up about half-time and had some words of thanks for the boys and their families. I tell you, empathy was poured out in buckets that morning and the following days and weeks. We took Josh to the funeral home to the viewing a few days later. Ben was there sitting in a chair inside the funeral home. One by one each team mate would come by and offer their 9 year old condolences to their friend Ben. When I got up to Jason you could see that he and his wife were numb to the reality and how drained they had been over the previous few days making arrangements to bury their beautiful little daughter.
I wrote them a letter in the following days and Stacey gave one of those little statues of a mother holding a child to them. I hope it was well received. I feel a kinship with Jason that frankly we never have time to explore. Life keeps getting in the way. But there's something about this family that makes you naturally gravitate toward their goodness and humility. I hope we someday get the opportunity to do so, but I thought I'd take a moment to jot down my thoughts about this good man and his family.
So, we finished the last forty minutes or so on the steppers and I walked out to the car with Jason and his wife. I made sure as I was talking to them that I layed it on real thick to his wife about what a great coach Jason is and how much our boys individually grew from his tutelage. I think in some way, I want her to know that the vast amounts of time devoted to our sons, which frankly can never be recouped and shared with his daughter was in fact sacred time to us and the boys. You may think I'm making a mountain out of a mole hill, but I dont think I am. I think we often underestimate how much affect we have on our youth at pivotal times. When we inspire our sons that anything is possible with work. When we tell our daughters that they are beautiful beyond reproach no matter what the snotty girl on the bus says we're setting the tone for who they believe they can become. I know that there are now 25 boys in this world who will remember their coach. They will remember their friend Ben and his courage to show up that morning and be part of their team despite his lack of understanding at the loss of his sister. I think that we all were impressed that through the tears shed in thankfulness by our coach at half-time that those boys can learn that being a man doesnt always mean you're stoic and in control. I think for that reason I want you to know what I saw that day and what I continue to see in these good people.
I want you to know that inspires me. That I sincerely look up to Jason and people like him. I want you to know I believe we're surrounded by people like this. I just didnt want it to go unspoken that humanity lives and I've witnessed it. That real tragedy and real heartbreak not only teach us individual lessons, but they stand as a template for others as personal strength to bouy them up when they need that example. I love that my son had such an experience with this coach and his assistants. My son to this day has a dream in his mind to play college and professional football. His eyes light up at the possibility and he believes in something bigger than himself is possible. I think that's a direct result of this family and the sacrifices, however unwittingly made, for these boys welfare. This family gets it, but they still may never have any idea as to the level of inspiration or faith they provided through the way they handled their tragic loss.
Anyhow, I gotta get going. Time to shower and get on the road for the vacation. I want to get started before it gets too hot. I haven't had time to recharge the air conditioning in the truck and pregnant ladies deserve better than my continual pushing off of the necessary.
All the best to you and yours. Enjoy your Independence Day. You know how I feel about Freedom. Dont waste it, get involved.
In case anything ever happens, I love ya.
Now go on, you bother me,
Jon
Thursday, June 30, 2011
Trampoline Dreams...
So today I had a difficult time accomplishing much at work. I had planned on taking tomorrow off and leaving in the morning to go camping with the fam on an extended Fourth of July weekend. See we're going to Currant Creek this weekend. My cousin Jason is headed up today to scout out a campsite for his brother, his mom and their families, my family and my dad's truck. Anyhow, we have two pieces of property in the family that are owned within spitting distance of Currant Creek, however the Tribe has spoken and we're going. So, I wanted to wrap up all the things at work today so I didnt feel guilty about Soldiers not having their mobilization orders, yet the unit I'm supporting and other factors preclude me from doing my thing 'till they do their thing. Whatever. Suffice it to say, I just quit banging my head against the wall today trying to help people who refuse to help themselves. I can only do what I can do. There is a potential my name will be used in vain on Tuesday when I return to work of course, but I gave plenty of advance notice and still...nada.
So, today I got home and changed to go to the (W)Rec(k) Center with Stacey. Just a cookie-cutter workout today. Nothing to brag about. Half hour of cardio (it's the first rule of Zombie Survival) and a half hour or so of weights. This afternoon I was working arms as this morning I actually worked out at work and did shoulders in addition to some recumbant biking. Anyhow, I'm seeing modest progress and I really want to turn up the heat before Hawaii in just shy of a month. See, way I got it figured, Hawaii is an island. It just so happens it's a tropical variety of island. Tropic equals beach. Beach, by the Associative Property of Common Sense, equals swimsuits. Swimsuits, as a dude, means you'll be expected to take your shirt off. I aint gonna lie to you, it aint pretty. I have even caught glimpses of myself in the obviously flawed mirror in our bathroom. So while I'm really seeing gains in muscle tone, this damnable gut of mine refuses to depart. I'm running about 205 lb right now, but I think at 190 I'd be just where I want to be. Problem is, much like tonight, Stacey cooks incredible dinners and I eat out most lunches.
OK, that's a long way to go for nothing. Just setting the stage as to why the second trip to a gym in the same day. I like pain as much as the next guy, so it's not like I am doing this out of anything but sheer pride and vanity. Plus I know that someone will take a bunch of pictures and they will be forever distributable on some co-worker's Facebook page. Not good. Oh, yeah, also last weekend as you may have read already I drove around at high altitude sans shirt to try and level out my farmer's tan. I know, you're thinking, "But you're mexican?" Well kids, you've heard of, "Where the sun dont shine"? Well it applies across the globe.
Anyhow we got back from the Recreation Center and I commenced mowing the lawn with little droplets of rain threatening to ruin my plans to leave early in the morning. I finished that and then Josh and I played catch with the football. We also wrastled around with his big dumb dog Maggie (whom is a Big Schweeetie!) and just really enjoyed ourselves. From there, the neighbor across the street asked me a very direct and straightforward question, and I of course ran off at the mouth for ten minutes a soliloquoy of epic proportions. Sure I could have answered with less than a paragraph, but this way it reminds him why we only talk once a quarter.
Where were we? Oh yeah, so I ended up with Lexi. She asked me to play catch with her and the little red football. Just her and I. So I figured, what the heck you know? Sure, it's time we spent together just her and I. So we went in the back yard and of course Olivia wanted to attend. We all three played and ran around and chased each other. Olivia ended up on the trampoline and we played keep away from Daddy and Lexi. So I rolled up on the tramp and started to play with her. I tell you what, that little girl has the most beautiful and contagious smile. Her front teeth are so big and white and...oh, I swear you want to sop her up with a biscuit! Man she's adorable! Anyhow, all three of us ended up on the trampoline.
While I was looking up my girl Lexi put her head in the crook of my arm. Nothing to shake a stick at considering she's nine now and has the world by the tail. So we looked up and started to pick out shapes in the clouds. There was a perfect breeze blowing and the clouds were so thick you could eat them with a fork. I picked out a dolphin, a pot-gut, an ocean wave, and Lexi picked out three turtles and a school bus and a whole slug of other shapes. All the while Olivia kept trying to insert herself in between us like a little wedge. If Lexi switched sides, Olivia would run over and do the same thing again and again.
So, there's really no message today. Other than I had about thirty minutes of unmolested quality time. I REALLY enjoyed that time with Lexi. I wish I could have been out there an hour, but the dinner bell rang and it was Stacey's world-famous spagetti...and...well you KNOW how I feel about pasta. Pasta and me is friends.
OK, anyhow kids I have to close up shop now. We're watching, "Tangled" and I promised Lexi that she and I would share the bean bag without Olivia. This bean bag idea pays real dividends at times. Can't believe I was going to throw it away.
Anyhow, no message, no lesson-learned. Just wanted to share with you a moment of sunshine both literal and figurative from my day to yours.
Ciao Bella,
J
So, today I got home and changed to go to the (W)Rec(k) Center with Stacey. Just a cookie-cutter workout today. Nothing to brag about. Half hour of cardio (it's the first rule of Zombie Survival) and a half hour or so of weights. This afternoon I was working arms as this morning I actually worked out at work and did shoulders in addition to some recumbant biking. Anyhow, I'm seeing modest progress and I really want to turn up the heat before Hawaii in just shy of a month. See, way I got it figured, Hawaii is an island. It just so happens it's a tropical variety of island. Tropic equals beach. Beach, by the Associative Property of Common Sense, equals swimsuits. Swimsuits, as a dude, means you'll be expected to take your shirt off. I aint gonna lie to you, it aint pretty. I have even caught glimpses of myself in the obviously flawed mirror in our bathroom. So while I'm really seeing gains in muscle tone, this damnable gut of mine refuses to depart. I'm running about 205 lb right now, but I think at 190 I'd be just where I want to be. Problem is, much like tonight, Stacey cooks incredible dinners and I eat out most lunches.
OK, that's a long way to go for nothing. Just setting the stage as to why the second trip to a gym in the same day. I like pain as much as the next guy, so it's not like I am doing this out of anything but sheer pride and vanity. Plus I know that someone will take a bunch of pictures and they will be forever distributable on some co-worker's Facebook page. Not good. Oh, yeah, also last weekend as you may have read already I drove around at high altitude sans shirt to try and level out my farmer's tan. I know, you're thinking, "But you're mexican?" Well kids, you've heard of, "Where the sun dont shine"? Well it applies across the globe.
Anyhow we got back from the Recreation Center and I commenced mowing the lawn with little droplets of rain threatening to ruin my plans to leave early in the morning. I finished that and then Josh and I played catch with the football. We also wrastled around with his big dumb dog Maggie (whom is a Big Schweeetie!) and just really enjoyed ourselves. From there, the neighbor across the street asked me a very direct and straightforward question, and I of course ran off at the mouth for ten minutes a soliloquoy of epic proportions. Sure I could have answered with less than a paragraph, but this way it reminds him why we only talk once a quarter.
Where were we? Oh yeah, so I ended up with Lexi. She asked me to play catch with her and the little red football. Just her and I. So I figured, what the heck you know? Sure, it's time we spent together just her and I. So we went in the back yard and of course Olivia wanted to attend. We all three played and ran around and chased each other. Olivia ended up on the trampoline and we played keep away from Daddy and Lexi. So I rolled up on the tramp and started to play with her. I tell you what, that little girl has the most beautiful and contagious smile. Her front teeth are so big and white and...oh, I swear you want to sop her up with a biscuit! Man she's adorable! Anyhow, all three of us ended up on the trampoline.
While I was looking up my girl Lexi put her head in the crook of my arm. Nothing to shake a stick at considering she's nine now and has the world by the tail. So we looked up and started to pick out shapes in the clouds. There was a perfect breeze blowing and the clouds were so thick you could eat them with a fork. I picked out a dolphin, a pot-gut, an ocean wave, and Lexi picked out three turtles and a school bus and a whole slug of other shapes. All the while Olivia kept trying to insert herself in between us like a little wedge. If Lexi switched sides, Olivia would run over and do the same thing again and again.
So, there's really no message today. Other than I had about thirty minutes of unmolested quality time. I REALLY enjoyed that time with Lexi. I wish I could have been out there an hour, but the dinner bell rang and it was Stacey's world-famous spagetti...and...well you KNOW how I feel about pasta. Pasta and me is friends.
OK, anyhow kids I have to close up shop now. We're watching, "Tangled" and I promised Lexi that she and I would share the bean bag without Olivia. This bean bag idea pays real dividends at times. Can't believe I was going to throw it away.
Anyhow, no message, no lesson-learned. Just wanted to share with you a moment of sunshine both literal and figurative from my day to yours.
Ciao Bella,
J
Sunday, June 26, 2011
Weekend at Bernie's
Hey guys. Yeah, I missed you too. Dont get all emotional on me I dont want mascara on my shirt. So this weekend we sort of split the family in two and attacked the State of Utah at two separate ends. I went East to Fruitland, and Stacey went South to St. George. To be honest, I think it's really the first time we've ever taken separate, "vacations". Dont get me wrong here, we didn't go our separate ways or anything, it's just that Stacey and her mom and sisters and my two older daughters all wanted an Estrogen Fest.
See about five weeks ago Stacey started reminding me of this weekend. How I was in charge of Josh and Olivia and that she and Lexi and Busy Izzy where going to watch a swimming princess sing at the Tuacan Amphitheater. I'm not sure if that's how you spell "amphitheater" but whatever. Anyhow, Tuacan is a roundish bowl surrounded by red-rock cliffs that they put on plays about the pioneers and apparently the show, "Grease" and...you guessed it, mermaid princesses. Anyhow, as interesting as that sounded at first blush, I quietly "agreed" that I would be in charge of the oldest and youngest. So Stacey the girls took the good car and it was up to Big Green and I to show Josh and Livy a good time.
Well I told Stacey that I'd just head up to the lot and hang out at the trailer. She looked at me like I was insane. I know that her face said, 'YOU are going to take care of TWO children, ALONE, at the LOT? By YOURSELF? ALONE? THE BABY?!!!'. But thankfully she didnt actually voice it, even if I did feel the level of concern rise in her voice. In fact, she and Lynnette S. (of across the street fame) even joked how they couldn't wait 'till I got home to read this blog about how HORRIBLE it was and how I was run ragged. Well guess what? Contrary to popular believe, I'm not exactly paralized when it comes to taking care of a baby. It's not that big a deal. You just put them in the dog kennel when you go fishing and that's that. Oh, it's important to water them and put shade over the kennel if you're going to be gone more than say five or six hours.
Anyhow, so my dad bought this new side-by-side ATV. $10K worth of side-by-side fun. Super aggressive tires and a dump bucket and even a little cubby box for puttin' stuff like diapers and GPS's and stuff in. Oh, it's important to note here that the seats are black, and if you're going to peel off your shirt to even out your tan before you say...go to Hawaii next month, that you put down a towel or something. Because apparently sweaty mexican sticks to vinyl (Who knew???). Anyhow, I even lathered up with a little SPF 30 for the long drive and the only place I'm sunburned is on my balding head, my shoulders, my chest, my cheeks and my forehead. But other than that, my knees and ankles pretty much made the trek unscathed.
Where were we? Oh, so anyhow, I loaded the kids up Thursday afternoon and headed out into the great known. By the way, it aint easy out West. So, I'd like also to point out, that I did ALL that with one little cooler, two, count them TWO bags, and one dog and the aforementioned kennel. I dont pack like a chick. I didnt have six pairs of sandles for the baby. One pair of walking sandles, one pair of ATV riding sandles and one pair of church sandles (you never know when you'll be asked to sub in the Fruitland Branch) Oh, and that brings up a good point. The church in Fruitland, yeah, it has a cattle guard! How cool is THAT?! Yeah, a friggin' cattle guard to keep cattles and harses and stuff out of the parking lot! Awesome. Too bad I'm never going to go there. Ironically the cattle guard also somehow keeps me emotionally detached from the little white church.
Seriously what were we talking about??? Oh yeah, anyhow, so we rode the four wheeler(s) and we even found a new route up Timber Canyon where I came across this cute (yes I can say, "cute" it wont make me gay) little cabin which was really a bunk-house like a Tuffshed. See, that's what I've been pining for of late. I want a little bunkhouse that's 10x15' on my lot. I got ideas man I tell you. Oh, additionally I hooked up the 15 watt solar charger onto the (new) batteries full-time like. It's important to note that if you get nervous and unplug the quick-release before beddy-bye, you dont let it hang down in the dirt and ground out. Otherwise you wake up ironically with a dead battery.
So, I've got these idea(r)s a rollin' around in my head. I think I'm going to buy two each 100 watt solar panels and put up a little 8x10 tuff shed. I priced one out over at the Depot the other day at $699 (plus shipping and handling). I want to mount the panels on the south roof and get a bank of six to eight batteries. I also ...hey, why are you yawning? That's just plain rude you know! Anyhow, suffice it to say, I'm going to run my little operation, "Off the Grid". Yeah, I've been readin' up on it on the internet, and I'm going to tell Uncle Sam to kiss my arse when it comes to paying utility taxes. I'm going to buy a converter so I can make my own 110 volt plug in thing and run my wife's hair dryer for upwards of six or eight minutes. All for the low-low cost of $600 for the solar panels, and $400 dollars for the batteries...and $700 for the shed. It's so much cheaper than using the noisy generator I already own.
Oh, next installment I may bore you to tears with my plans for dual water tanks and a tower to allow for gravity feed and pressurization. (< That word just looks funny to me). Anyhow, then there's that pesky little issue of dumping sewage. I know you haven't ate yet, so I'll save the details. That's what we were supposed to do with our tax return this year. It was the year of the septic tank. However, we selfishly paid off a credit card and paid tithing. Figured we needed the blessings.
Well kids, I had a great time and I know you just love listening to me drone on and on about the most trivial of stuff. However, I just want to under-score exactly HOW competent I was this weekend. About the only complaint I had or made was that, I Couldn't Believe There Was No Butter. Oh also we ran out of toilet paper which I swear we had purchased extra last go-round. Anyhow, babywipes aren't good for dump tanks but you go to war with the toilet tissue you have, not the toilet tissue you want. Least that's the adaptation of a Donald Rumsfeldism that I been using.
So we're Back in Black, hit the sack and of course you know that it's good to be back. Oh, last thing, the new road between Daniel's Canyon and Fruitland is coming along swimmingly. It's down to one lane in either direction but the new asphalt is laying down perfectly. I love the smell of asphalt in the morning, it's the smell of victory.
Alrighty then, I gotta head upstairs and shave most of my face. I'm going to over-do it and head to church with these kids. Stacey's not back yet, but I want to drive the point home that I can get myself and two kids to church at one in the friggin' afternoon with minimal effort. Heck the way things keep going, my stock will double in price and then split if she keeps setting me unwittingly up for success this way. You're telling me that the three of us kids sittin' in the pew all polished up, with Olivia wearing Little Orphan Livy hair in a pony tail and dad's forehead beading up with sweat isn't going to put me up into the stratosphere where it comes to effort versus results?! Too easy. I'm going to lay it on real thick so some neighbor tells Stacey how calm I seemed in the pew with my arm around the one and my fist not a-thumpin' the other'n.
I gotta go, Livy is putting her foot on the keyboard and dragging cheetoh extract all over my white shirt. How does Stacey get ANYTHING done around here I swear! OK, I know, I stand all amazed too.
So, we'll see you when we see you. Maybe at some stop sign out in Duchesne on our way to get butter. Be good and copious amounts of cowboy love in your direction.
Always,
J
See about five weeks ago Stacey started reminding me of this weekend. How I was in charge of Josh and Olivia and that she and Lexi and Busy Izzy where going to watch a swimming princess sing at the Tuacan Amphitheater. I'm not sure if that's how you spell "amphitheater" but whatever. Anyhow, Tuacan is a roundish bowl surrounded by red-rock cliffs that they put on plays about the pioneers and apparently the show, "Grease" and...you guessed it, mermaid princesses. Anyhow, as interesting as that sounded at first blush, I quietly "agreed" that I would be in charge of the oldest and youngest. So Stacey the girls took the good car and it was up to Big Green and I to show Josh and Livy a good time.
Well I told Stacey that I'd just head up to the lot and hang out at the trailer. She looked at me like I was insane. I know that her face said, 'YOU are going to take care of TWO children, ALONE, at the LOT? By YOURSELF? ALONE? THE BABY?!!!'. But thankfully she didnt actually voice it, even if I did feel the level of concern rise in her voice. In fact, she and Lynnette S. (of across the street fame) even joked how they couldn't wait 'till I got home to read this blog about how HORRIBLE it was and how I was run ragged. Well guess what? Contrary to popular believe, I'm not exactly paralized when it comes to taking care of a baby. It's not that big a deal. You just put them in the dog kennel when you go fishing and that's that. Oh, it's important to water them and put shade over the kennel if you're going to be gone more than say five or six hours.
Anyhow, so my dad bought this new side-by-side ATV. $10K worth of side-by-side fun. Super aggressive tires and a dump bucket and even a little cubby box for puttin' stuff like diapers and GPS's and stuff in. Oh, it's important to note here that the seats are black, and if you're going to peel off your shirt to even out your tan before you say...go to Hawaii next month, that you put down a towel or something. Because apparently sweaty mexican sticks to vinyl (Who knew???). Anyhow, I even lathered up with a little SPF 30 for the long drive and the only place I'm sunburned is on my balding head, my shoulders, my chest, my cheeks and my forehead. But other than that, my knees and ankles pretty much made the trek unscathed.
Where were we? Oh, so anyhow, I loaded the kids up Thursday afternoon and headed out into the great known. By the way, it aint easy out West. So, I'd like also to point out, that I did ALL that with one little cooler, two, count them TWO bags, and one dog and the aforementioned kennel. I dont pack like a chick. I didnt have six pairs of sandles for the baby. One pair of walking sandles, one pair of ATV riding sandles and one pair of church sandles (you never know when you'll be asked to sub in the Fruitland Branch) Oh, and that brings up a good point. The church in Fruitland, yeah, it has a cattle guard! How cool is THAT?! Yeah, a friggin' cattle guard to keep cattles and harses and stuff out of the parking lot! Awesome. Too bad I'm never going to go there. Ironically the cattle guard also somehow keeps me emotionally detached from the little white church.
Seriously what were we talking about??? Oh yeah, anyhow, so we rode the four wheeler(s) and we even found a new route up Timber Canyon where I came across this cute (yes I can say, "cute" it wont make me gay) little cabin which was really a bunk-house like a Tuffshed. See, that's what I've been pining for of late. I want a little bunkhouse that's 10x15' on my lot. I got ideas man I tell you. Oh, additionally I hooked up the 15 watt solar charger onto the (new) batteries full-time like. It's important to note that if you get nervous and unplug the quick-release before beddy-bye, you dont let it hang down in the dirt and ground out. Otherwise you wake up ironically with a dead battery.
So, I've got these idea(r)s a rollin' around in my head. I think I'm going to buy two each 100 watt solar panels and put up a little 8x10 tuff shed. I priced one out over at the Depot the other day at $699 (plus shipping and handling). I want to mount the panels on the south roof and get a bank of six to eight batteries. I also ...hey, why are you yawning? That's just plain rude you know! Anyhow, suffice it to say, I'm going to run my little operation, "Off the Grid". Yeah, I've been readin' up on it on the internet, and I'm going to tell Uncle Sam to kiss my arse when it comes to paying utility taxes. I'm going to buy a converter so I can make my own 110 volt plug in thing and run my wife's hair dryer for upwards of six or eight minutes. All for the low-low cost of $600 for the solar panels, and $400 dollars for the batteries...and $700 for the shed. It's so much cheaper than using the noisy generator I already own.
Oh, next installment I may bore you to tears with my plans for dual water tanks and a tower to allow for gravity feed and pressurization. (< That word just looks funny to me). Anyhow, then there's that pesky little issue of dumping sewage. I know you haven't ate yet, so I'll save the details. That's what we were supposed to do with our tax return this year. It was the year of the septic tank. However, we selfishly paid off a credit card and paid tithing. Figured we needed the blessings.
Well kids, I had a great time and I know you just love listening to me drone on and on about the most trivial of stuff. However, I just want to under-score exactly HOW competent I was this weekend. About the only complaint I had or made was that, I Couldn't Believe There Was No Butter. Oh also we ran out of toilet paper which I swear we had purchased extra last go-round. Anyhow, babywipes aren't good for dump tanks but you go to war with the toilet tissue you have, not the toilet tissue you want. Least that's the adaptation of a Donald Rumsfeldism that I been using.
So we're Back in Black, hit the sack and of course you know that it's good to be back. Oh, last thing, the new road between Daniel's Canyon and Fruitland is coming along swimmingly. It's down to one lane in either direction but the new asphalt is laying down perfectly. I love the smell of asphalt in the morning, it's the smell of victory.
Alrighty then, I gotta head upstairs and shave most of my face. I'm going to over-do it and head to church with these kids. Stacey's not back yet, but I want to drive the point home that I can get myself and two kids to church at one in the friggin' afternoon with minimal effort. Heck the way things keep going, my stock will double in price and then split if she keeps setting me unwittingly up for success this way. You're telling me that the three of us kids sittin' in the pew all polished up, with Olivia wearing Little Orphan Livy hair in a pony tail and dad's forehead beading up with sweat isn't going to put me up into the stratosphere where it comes to effort versus results?! Too easy. I'm going to lay it on real thick so some neighbor tells Stacey how calm I seemed in the pew with my arm around the one and my fist not a-thumpin' the other'n.
I gotta go, Livy is putting her foot on the keyboard and dragging cheetoh extract all over my white shirt. How does Stacey get ANYTHING done around here I swear! OK, I know, I stand all amazed too.
So, we'll see you when we see you. Maybe at some stop sign out in Duchesne on our way to get butter. Be good and copious amounts of cowboy love in your direction.
Always,
J
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