tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-68341135492023387172024-02-20T23:41:07.529-07:00A Day In The Life Of KahomadaMikehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12117850771067783022noreply@blogger.comBlogger86125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6834113549202338717.post-11338637952169995452011-05-05T21:42:00.000-06:002011-05-05T21:42:46.833-06:00Sign me up!Mike told me a few months ago that it was now my duty to update the blog. Since he did the laundry this week I better update his blog!<br />
As we were walking Kalli to school a few weeks ago, her friend who walks with us, told us that he had finally finished reading 100 books and was so excited to turn in the paper that he had recorded the titles on. I had totally forgotten about that assignment. Kalli had started it and was faithful and writing down every book she read. Then one day it was lost, and I never thought of it again until now. When Kal got home from school we made a contract together. If she could read 100 different books to Mike and I in one week, then I would take her to the store and let her choose any shoes she wanted. The deal was signed right away.<br />
Megan was not going to miss out on this deal. She has wanted a 'pillow pet' since January. I agreed to sign a contract with her too. She needed to read 25 different books in one week.<br />
It was a great week. When ever Meg and I had a spare minute, we got a book and she read it to me. It was a little more challenging with Kalli since the school steals her from me for 6 1/2 hours every day. We had a lot of late nights, but they were all worth it!<br />
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</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">So, um, there it is. A kitchen. I think my favorite part is the bar where the kids sit to eat their breakfast. Super easy to clean up and nice to have them all lined up for scripture time! It would have been really nice to do this 4 years ago - or before we moved in - but.... that's the way it goes when people won't give out free samples of cabinets. I keep looking for 'em at Costco, but all they ever give me is soup, chicken nuggets, and the occasional chocolate chip cookie. I'll keep my eyes open for free toilet and tile samples - cuz the bathroom's next! (in 2015)</div>Mikehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12117850771067783022noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6834113549202338717.post-30588115231014019212010-10-24T08:29:00.000-06:002010-10-24T08:29:48.399-06:00Wanna Play?<div style="text-align: center;">Is it time for a new post? </div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
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Waiting 2 months in between posts is the norm, right? Good. Well, I'd like to talk about all the happenings-on around here in the last little bit, but rather than bore you with all the details, I decided to let you play a game. It's one of those "what's different between these two pictures." Our kids love these games - so we hope you will too.<br />
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The differences are pretty subtle - but I have faith in you. You can DO it!<br />
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11 years ago today, I gave my "farewell" talk just prior to entering the MTC. In sacrament meeting today a young man gave his talk, and will be entering the MTC on Wednesday. A number of emotions and memories flooded my mind as I thought about a 19 year old kid with curly hair (I had hair!) black-rimmed glasses and a new suit share his testimony with family and friends - with no clue of what was before him, with no idea that the world was so big. <br />
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During my 2 Years, I visited with people from almost every culture imaginable (or so it seemed), ate food I didn't know we 'could' eat, saw things I don't want to see again (embalming shout NOT take place in a garage!) and shared some of the most wonderful moments with complete strangers. It was an experience I'll never forget. <br />
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As I think about the 9 years that have passed since returning home, I can't help but feel an overwhelming sense of gratitude for all of the blessings in my life. From my wife and children, to opportunities for learning and guidance in my career - it has all fallen into place. President Eyring challenged us a while back to make a daily record and list a way in which the Lord had blessed us that day. Today he blessed me with a remembrance of the blessings he had already given me. <br />
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Here's to 11 more years. (Jodie just reminded me that I'll be in my 40's - doh! - 41 years young, and driving a 2500 HD. Yea baby)Mikehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12117850771067783022noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6834113549202338717.post-27511928093029347052010-07-10T19:58:00.000-06:002010-07-10T19:58:15.169-06:00The Cabin!We had tons of fun in the Uinta Mountains this last week. It was a MUCH needed break.<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
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Every time I think about our wedding day I wade through a flood of emotions. They all sum up one thing - Wow! Basically, when I think about our wedding day, I think about:<br />
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</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">Happy Anniversary, Jo! Here's to 8 more years, and 8 more years after that, and 8 mo....</div>Mikehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12117850771067783022noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6834113549202338717.post-50847115558571542632010-05-05T14:15:00.003-06:002010-05-05T14:25:41.415-06:00This Just In...WASHINGTON - The National Guard, in conjunction with the U.S. Department of Homeland Security recently announced plans to equip riot personnel with state-of-the-art technology that utilizes a well-known ubiquitous plant. This new technology will be the latest enhancement in riot gear since the armed forces implemented tear gas in the early 1900’s. Although specific details regarding the functionality of the new weaponry are currently classified, reporters are being told that the recent increase in marijuana farms across the country have played a key role in developing the technology. “This new technology will allow us to utilize the numerous pot farms around the country,” said renowned counter-terrorism expert Guy Francis at a press conference Wednesday. “Once we realized that local law enforcement simply destroyed the evidence, we thought we could put that to better use.” Then citing recent statistics that showed a dramatic decline in the overall stress level of law enforcement personnel involved in these operations, Francis further stated “it just isn’t fair that they get to do that. We’re stressed out too, and we want in. Please don’t write that down. This is all off the record.”<br />
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After ushering Francis off the stage, Sgt. Samuel Thompson of Utah’s 432nd battalion further clarified, “What Mr. Francis meant to say is that we’re realizing people don’t want to be shot with bean bags or sprayed with high-pressure hoses – and we’re responding as best we know how. It isn’t easy to look into the eyes of a mean person. It’s no picnic. We just hope this helps them all chill out.”<br />
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The new technology purportedly converts the marijuana plant into a harmless fog that, when dissipated over large crowds, has a calming effect on those present. The theory being that riot goers will turn from blood-thirsty maniacs into amiable friends with little desire to do anything productive. <br />
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“I mean, really,” Thompson added. “nobody wants to attend a riot thinking that big guys with shields are going to show up. Who wants that?”<br />
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Critics of the new technology warn of possible economic side effects, including the strain on the nation’s snack food industry. “I’m just sayin’ there’s no evidence to support the notion that our snack food industry could support such an increase in demand. It’s clearly unsustainable,” claims Alec Halstrom, a self-proclaimed expert on food economics. “You have Cheetos, Twinkies, Fritos, all the basics. If demand suddenly goes up, then I know my prices will go up. I’ve been to school. I know how this works. It can’t work.” <br />
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Critics also cite the probability that this new tactic will simply increase attendance at riots and other unauthorized gatherings. “People are going to realize that riots are no fun. They’re hot and boring, and it’s not like we’re providing porta-potties or anything. We think kids these days are mostly just bored,” said Cpl. Joseph Ball. “The real problem is education. The general public is simply unaware of other fun activities like foosball and Rummikub. Once they catch on, we’ll all be OK.”<br />
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When asked why trials for the new devices will begin this Saturday at the 10th Annual Reggae Summerfest, Sgt. Thompson added “if it works there, then we’re confident it’ll work on anyone.”Mikehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12117850771067783022noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6834113549202338717.post-10895785138293313902010-04-14T06:16:00.007-06:002010-04-14T06:38:39.181-06:00Welcome Home, Trevor!Trevor, my man, it's good to have you back in our lives. Long time, no see! As you can already tell, you have some excellent mothers - 3 to be exact. They're all great, but I'm sure you have your favorite picked out by now. You're one lucky man. I'm sure you can also tell that you'll be playing plenty of sports around the house - and, yes, that football that is currently the size of your entire body IS indeed "throwable." You'll see what I mean in a couple years. In the mean time... enjoy sleeping 18 hours a day - eating whenever you feel like it - and having servants wipe yer bum. Just don't get too used to it!<br /><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiCfU7e1gDMdwcZ0m2maGjOaZJ8l_60DzqfzPnVerkK4O4_uBl-iT9DJm-p5DmJKnFthBlHvN3VYd-8uieGAaOnqbhfvma3H3KmICuP-3C3hM_k0xDinku1ovC0utNgdu4NdZYeLRf1-z4/s1600/IMG_2184.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiCfU7e1gDMdwcZ0m2maGjOaZJ8l_60DzqfzPnVerkK4O4_uBl-iT9DJm-p5DmJKnFthBlHvN3VYd-8uieGAaOnqbhfvma3H3KmICuP-3C3hM_k0xDinku1ovC0utNgdu4NdZYeLRf1-z4/s320/IMG_2184.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5459969712688348002" border="0" /></a>We had to find that thumb sooner or later.<br /></div><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhQWsURrp8wH0EqS7dt2ndcadxLo4bt3tWF0U_Wcg-siNhAqt2I1H-KihnN0-wo8hJvyhOUn7fNQ2_lvni1N9_TnJhnUc7tvQePJsNdzLEPOG8eooxv7R1fq5xBgDiQxYNCp9TuZRW4WWs/s1600/IMG_2169.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhQWsURrp8wH0EqS7dt2ndcadxLo4bt3tWF0U_Wcg-siNhAqt2I1H-KihnN0-wo8hJvyhOUn7fNQ2_lvni1N9_TnJhnUc7tvQePJsNdzLEPOG8eooxv7R1fq5xBgDiQxYNCp9TuZRW4WWs/s320/IMG_2169.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5459969704278136146" border="0" /></a><br /><div style="text-align: center;">Proud brother, or successful hunter?<br /></div><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiasqyZKlzMV5V-zX7wp6mULmigi72KOqW7U9QafN1Eh-9ud4VpbSEBYXxyChRrYNC-Sp2EWUQNNJX7sT5DyuDTCiMD1pb1mvh5YOXZZaFnJ6jf3y9ix1TptdL5s_G4I0FUm_ijr3Hx-SI/s1600/IMG_2147.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiasqyZKlzMV5V-zX7wp6mULmigi72KOqW7U9QafN1Eh-9ud4VpbSEBYXxyChRrYNC-Sp2EWUQNNJX7sT5DyuDTCiMD1pb1mvh5YOXZZaFnJ6jf3y9ix1TptdL5s_G4I0FUm_ijr3Hx-SI/s320/IMG_2147.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5459968815199516674" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj51gBPXmB3b2ygCd_asPEe4cEua935YqBdHxadO_lkc-XKRzJ9dBQlD2BIg3aZ1gGRiI2U35jS1x9P0XbLFKihlKIej1S348mBNwBpBOQzFAeq0n5Gn3uOTjLvH1a5VqCOzYxXx7pugHc/s1600/IMG_2143.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj51gBPXmB3b2ygCd_asPEe4cEua935YqBdHxadO_lkc-XKRzJ9dBQlD2BIg3aZ1gGRiI2U35jS1x9P0XbLFKihlKIej1S348mBNwBpBOQzFAeq0n5Gn3uOTjLvH1a5VqCOzYxXx7pugHc/s320/IMG_2143.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5459968804772737778" border="0" /></a><br /><div style="text-align: center;">Bath time!<br /></div><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhtzGnL7eYYFbM8kjPO5zYc2QzIxmsBlkFvnJdmIkol0RnFUjvIekl6mqB49KlYuREIrGqRAHc64WXS7sJpv0Bg-mulehhvVF3DcoMZ_I6BuJXDX7E9UXfyJt9BWKtxoE9EH2OHiNIugVE/s1600/IMG_2137.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhtzGnL7eYYFbM8kjPO5zYc2QzIxmsBlkFvnJdmIkol0RnFUjvIekl6mqB49KlYuREIrGqRAHc64WXS7sJpv0Bg-mulehhvVF3DcoMZ_I6BuJXDX7E9UXfyJt9BWKtxoE9EH2OHiNIugVE/s320/IMG_2137.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5459968792844704082" border="0" /></a><br /><div style="text-align: center;">Dr. Pardey was the pediatrician. Sure hope that name isn't an omen of things to come. Pardey!!!<br /></div><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgH-DMCAwnNNE5uq6tn8bgp0878DtmzxHrD9J9rcgljbA2cw-LzqAu62QF8A15kZI-ryb9HN0b_2YY2aQh29p0bbENYWPBI5nKwzK4t0789dr7rqXzEDOB3ZsiLk0TG7l8QfQqUqakXgk0/s1600/IMG_2138.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgH-DMCAwnNNE5uq6tn8bgp0878DtmzxHrD9J9rcgljbA2cw-LzqAu62QF8A15kZI-ryb9HN0b_2YY2aQh29p0bbENYWPBI5nKwzK4t0789dr7rqXzEDOB3ZsiLk0TG7l8QfQqUqakXgk0/s320/IMG_2138.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5459967855358723394" border="0" /></a>Can you feel the love?!<br /></div><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEirsJRBQ0iZo-KyeWVbAkN5u0Zwroh480lkDGYgiqF3YwuiadGT7QEOlZie5N0tQrTg4T4GxQfAFL1c-wdMrfZrZsF-ziT7zjnd9qEWqNuLXo9ZEBTqNGJhU_pJTN7xCDo278rixP7SAvs/s1600/IMG_2134.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEirsJRBQ0iZo-KyeWVbAkN5u0Zwroh480lkDGYgiqF3YwuiadGT7QEOlZie5N0tQrTg4T4GxQfAFL1c-wdMrfZrZsF-ziT7zjnd9qEWqNuLXo9ZEBTqNGJhU_pJTN7xCDo278rixP7SAvs/s320/IMG_2134.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5459967837661199634" border="0" /></a><br /><br />For those who like specs, he was 8lbs. 21" runs a mile in 3 min. 51 sec. and can bench 285. That's my boy!Mikehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12117850771067783022noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6834113549202338717.post-26438924610717594112010-03-16T11:23:00.006-06:002010-03-16T13:11:49.025-06:00Ham & Cheese, PleaseAfter waking up and trying my best not to fall back into one of the more interesting dreams I've had in a while, I decided it was time to make my ritual 2-eggs-ham-and cheese sandwich on honey whole wheat. De-lish! Cereal must have been invented before eggs. Surely people wouldn't invent something to replace the incredible edible - or would they? I digress...<br /><br />So, after preparing 'the ritual' and mixing up a tall glass of chocolate milk, I sat down to enjoy the spoils of my 4 minutes of hard labor. As usual I had Megan flanking the left, and Ryan on my right. Kalli would have been on the table in front of me, but she had an appointment with her stylist in the bathroom (got to prep for school!). After a few "small bites" and passing around my chocolate milk like a Tongan Kava ritual, Ryan handed me my glass and said "here dad it's your turn." (finally!) G. Thanks, Ryan.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEidGYlaRzKE89CX4AuLN6ao8YU7x9pD2WXdLk6BVkGAT0EyDvchEF_j7leUYhtTmgb4wl-LrZf8OZCHcwQuJsrnrn7v2DpJIyX3QXh-mEu55oE6fKXMCEh9pe7SYiX10FD1V4q-uIp6C1w/s1600-h/photo.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEidGYlaRzKE89CX4AuLN6ao8YU7x9pD2WXdLk6BVkGAT0EyDvchEF_j7leUYhtTmgb4wl-LrZf8OZCHcwQuJsrnrn7v2DpJIyX3QXh-mEu55oE6fKXMCEh9pe7SYiX10FD1V4q-uIp6C1w/s400/photo.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5449285757938535570" border="0" /></a><br />Yes. It was full. I wasn't too mad. The behemoth tub of Nestle that only Costco can bring awaited my second visit of the morning after I was confident the culinary combatants had fled the scene. Not to worry. All was well.Mikehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12117850771067783022noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6834113549202338717.post-83990400045663051012010-02-03T08:07:00.007-07:002010-02-03T12:17:22.932-07:00Paint a Picture for MeLast night I couldn't sleep. I couldn't stop thinking about my sweet grandma and what an example she has been to me throughout my life. She passed away last night, just after 8 o'clock, surrounded by those she loves. She has lived an amazing life and helped countless individuals realize their potential and become closer to their Heavenly Father. Grandma is a poet - in the truest sense of the word. Everything about her life was a masterpiece, reflecting the love she felt for those around her. She was also an excellent artist - creating hundreds of paintings that depicted everything in life. The smell of oil paints will always bring back childhood memories of visiting grandma. As I reminisced about her life I felt that it would be fitting to put my thoughts down in a poem - because that's how grandma rolls.<br /><div style="font-family:georgia;"><p style="margin: 0pt;"><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"><span style="font-size:100%;"><br /></span></span></p><p style="margin: 0pt;"><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"><span style="font-size:100%;">Paint A Picture</span></span></p><p style="margin: 0pt;"><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"><span style="font-size:100%;"> </span></span></p><p style="margin: 0pt;"><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"><span style="font-size:100%;"><br /></span></span></p><p style="margin: 0pt;"><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"><span style="font-size:100%;">It's now your turn to venture down</span></span></p><p style="margin: 0pt;"><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"><span style="font-size:100%;">and see what you can see</span></span></p><p style="margin: 0pt;"><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"><span style="font-size:100%;">So take this time to and teach and grow</span></span></p><p style="margin: 0pt;"><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"><span style="font-size:100%;">and then come back to me</span></span></p><p style="margin: 0pt;"><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"><span style="font-size:100%;"><br /></span></span></p><p style="margin: 0pt;"><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"><span style="font-size:100%;"> </span></span></p><p style="margin: 0pt;"><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"><span style="font-size:100%;">A world in need is where you'll go</span></span></p><p style="margin: 0pt;"><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"><span style="font-size:100%;">to share your talents dear</span></span></p><p style="margin: 0pt;"><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"><span style="font-size:100%;">to lift, to heal, to bring them up</span></span></p><p style="margin: 0pt;"><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"><span style="font-size:100%;">for I will always be near</span></span></p><p style="margin: 0pt;"><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"><span style="font-size:100%;"><br /></span></span></p><p style="margin: 0pt;"><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"><span style="font-size:100%;"> </span></span></p><p style="margin: 0pt;"><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"><span style="font-size:100%;">The world will see me through your eyes</span></span></p><p style="margin: 0pt;"><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"><span style="font-size:100%;">and know what I can do</span></span></p><p style="margin: 0pt;"><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"><span style="font-size:100%;">I'll mold and shape, and teach them well</span></span></p><p style="margin: 0pt;"><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"><span style="font-size:100%;">to change them through and through</span></span></p><p style="margin: 0pt;"><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"><span style="font-size:100%;"><br /></span></span></p><p style="margin: 0pt;"><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"><span style="font-size:100%;"> </span></span></p><p style="margin: 0pt;"><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"><span style="font-size:100%;">They'll see my hand in everything</span></span></p><p style="margin: 0pt;"><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"><span style="font-size:100%;">in paintings brought through you,</span></span></p><p style="margin: 0pt;"><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"><span style="font-size:100%;">they'll see the beauty of this world</span></span></p><p style="margin: 0pt;"><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"><span style="font-size:100%;">of life, of love, and truth</span></span></p><p style="margin: 0pt;"><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"><span style="font-size:100%;"><br /></span></span></p><p style="margin: 0pt;"><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"><span style="font-size:100%;"> </span></span></p><p style="margin: 0pt;"><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"><span style="font-size:100%;">So paint a picture of the beauties of life</span></span></p><p style="margin: 0pt;"><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"><span style="font-size:100%;">of all that it can bring</span></span></p><p style="margin: 0pt;"><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"><span style="font-size:100%;">of joys, of pain and suffering</span></span></p><p style="margin: 0pt;"><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"><span style="font-size:100%;">and of the renewing hope of Spring</span></span></p><p style="margin: 0pt;"><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"><span style="font-size:100%;"><br /></span></span></p><p style="margin: 0pt;"><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"><span style="font-size:100%;"> </span></span></p><p style="margin: 0pt;"><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"><span style="font-size:100%;">Paint a picture of mountains</span></span></p><p style="margin: 0pt;"><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"><span style="font-size:100%;">tall, majestic, and strong</span></span></p><p style="margin: 0pt;"><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"><span style="font-size:100%;">that reach toward heaven and seem to say</span></span></p><p style="margin: 0pt;"><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"><span style="font-size:100%;">the waters will be calm</span></span></p><p style="margin: 0pt;"><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"><span style="font-size:100%;"><br /></span></span></p><p style="margin: 0pt;"><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"><span style="font-size:100%;"> </span></span></p><p style="margin: 0pt;"><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"><span style="font-size:100%;">Paint a picture of endless love</span></span></p><p style="margin: 0pt;"><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"><span style="font-size:100%;">an example burning bright -<br /></span></span></p><p style="margin: 0pt;"><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"><span style="font-size:100%;">for all to see and emulate</span></span></p><p style="margin: 0pt;"><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"><span style="font-size:100%;">and become a guiding light</span></span></p><p style="margin: 0pt;"><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"><span style="font-size:100%;"><br /></span></span></p><p style="margin: 0pt;"><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"><span style="font-size:100%;"> </span></span></p><p style="margin: 0pt;"><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"><span style="font-size:100%;">The life you live, your gentleness</span></span></p><p style="margin: 0pt;"><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"><span style="font-size:100%;">your legacy of love</span></span></p><p style="margin: 0pt;"><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"><span style="font-size:100%;">will be the painting of your life</span></span></p><p style="margin: 0pt;"><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"><span style="font-size:100%;">when you return above<br /></span></span></p><p style="margin: 0pt;"><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"><span style="font-size:100%;"><br /></span></span></p><p style="margin: 0pt;"><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"><span style="font-size:100%;"> </span></span></p><p style="margin: 0pt;"><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"><span style="font-size:100%;">In my arms you now will rest</span></span></p><p style="margin: 0pt;"><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"><span style="font-size:100%;">An example for all to see</span></span></p><p style="margin: 0pt;"><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"><span style="font-size:100%;">the world is now a better place </span></span></p><p style="margin: 0pt;"><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"><span style="font-size:100%;">because you painted a picture for me</span></span></p></div>Mikehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12117850771067783022noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6834113549202338717.post-31097064190112026522010-01-19T11:33:00.001-07:002010-01-19T11:37:20.858-07:00Woo Hoo #2Kalli gave this note to Jodie on Sunday night. :-)<br /><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhfSYhWCcJ15_L6103JFOVURGZvCgsGuwYHUlQ47-WpS4epf2El95T7yvrsCR7tC2Tyz8WoCP8o4v5AgIAJmIiO9Mlqe-sA3ZbhYBggRY_fq26tivkopjdPjzWd0iPRCMbvT1UScCcTgb0/s1600-h/photo.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhfSYhWCcJ15_L6103JFOVURGZvCgsGuwYHUlQ47-WpS4epf2El95T7yvrsCR7tC2Tyz8WoCP8o4v5AgIAJmIiO9Mlqe-sA3ZbhYBggRY_fq26tivkopjdPjzWd0iPRCMbvT1UScCcTgb0/s400/photo.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5428521003062986674" border="0" /></a><br /><br />Yes, Kalli. You are sweet.Mikehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12117850771067783022noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6834113549202338717.post-77226410910499998852010-01-12T15:55:00.002-07:002010-01-12T16:05:23.252-07:00Fohgiveness, pleaseOK - Has it been 2 months already!? My, my, how time passes like dryer sheets in a hurricane. <br /><br />I've wanted to post so many times over the last couple months. Really. I mean we had all sorts of fun stuff goin' on like.... Thanksgiving, Christmas tree cutting, parties, presents, Christmas, New Years, me eating dinner, brushing my teeth.... I mean the list goes on and on. The only reason why I haven't posted is, well, because I always forget, and when I remember to post I don't have any pictures handy (that's a clever way of saying I'm at work and I don't have my home computer near by). Today I thought that I would post 'something' in spite of my lack of pictures (which may or may not mean that I'm at work).<br /><br />It's been a pretty surreal couple months I'd say - packed with the excitement of Christmas morning when Megan, while eating strawberry waffles for breakfast, said "This is the best Christmas, EVER!" It's also been drug down by the lull of being told to find a new job (a saga that, um, is sure fun stuff) Those were good times. Good times, Indeeeeeeeed.<br /><br />So, my New Years resolution for you? Put up a blog post more than once every 2 months. Some of you I will never catch up with. Some of you I may even surpass with my patent bi-weekly to monthly posts. All in all, I think 2010 is going to be an excellent year. Just remember to wear your sunscreen.<br /><br />Pics to follow - as soon as I remember to post when I'm home. Cheers!Mikehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12117850771067783022noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6834113549202338717.post-60114870163327927762009-11-19T13:54:00.003-07:002009-11-19T14:15:11.442-07:00We Know You Kids Likes 'em Sloppy!Today I ate school lunch - voluntarily. I know I know, why on earth would anybody DO that? It was for a good cause, I promise. Today was Kalli's very firstest school lunch - and there weren't no way I wuz gona be missn' that. The food was acceptable (fantastic, by school standards) and the company was even better. <br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgHIzSTp95tnAbavwg7NwniVnjXLgLPEmYM6AAkQb5hWZdJTcPpeI80RWjYNNTidL_a25zqiq7mZtDCTGjl-cMbDnO-STp_PXIBQTheSLi2GeIuWCpLYQC6lE58VL8DWHT19CMbSjvT9ww/s1600/Kalli+Lunch.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgHIzSTp95tnAbavwg7NwniVnjXLgLPEmYM6AAkQb5hWZdJTcPpeI80RWjYNNTidL_a25zqiq7mZtDCTGjl-cMbDnO-STp_PXIBQTheSLi2GeIuWCpLYQC6lE58VL8DWHT19CMbSjvT9ww/s400/Kalli+Lunch.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5405925910885199922" border="0" /></a><br />Mmmmmm... Pumpkin pie.Mikehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12117850771067783022noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6834113549202338717.post-74956186618371666672009-11-12T05:05:00.007-07:002009-11-12T05:32:01.794-07:00Happy Birthday, RyGuy!<div style="text-align: left;">OK - I admit - I'm "Dad of the year" on this one. Ryan's actual birthday was a week ago, but I figured he wouldn't be too mad at me for posting this late. (Thanks for not minding too much, Ryan! You're the best!)</div><div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div>When we brought Ryan home, we knew how special he was, and how lucky we were to have him in our family. Two years later he's STILL special, and we're still lucky to have him in our family! We became pregnant with Ryan shortly before my brother Jeff passed away from cancer, back in the Spring of 2007. I think what's special about Ryan in my mind is that I know that he and Jeff are best friends - even though they never met here on earth. In my minds eye I can envision Jeff talking to Ryan about all the cool cousins he's going to have, and the family he's about to join on earth. I can envision Jeff giving Ryan every bit of advice he can think of - including tips on how to avoid the never-allusive "pooncha" - or as I like to call it, the "poooOOOOooooonchaaaaaaaaa!!!" (I like to stretch it out for effect)</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div>Although Ryan has his "moments" when he wishes to remind us that he's two years old... we still feel so blessed to have him in our home. Happy Birthday, Ryan!</div></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /><img style="text-align: left;display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px; " src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjUd9iTWq4vZlp9prLBZJX-tPVocheIVX_z604ebm90eZ1t7e5CSQkliQB6YdvXzZ7ootjLEoRS56R7Ds3pwBLhEWcgw0ho4HWmp3s7y9qQdTZURnbnNaqzqZd6Kylo8cqbJXDWpOMcuYo/s400/IMG_1149.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5403191858925496274" />He got a little scrape next to his eye - but he was a tough dude. (scared the bajeebers outta dad though)<br /><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgvMMo9HqFTEw9MX1eOuylPwpb123J6jhTwqq5nb4RxoFrV4vfoBt93ty8PDoHizKp_nmk3w5_5xaCRn-ZPy3fXl0yo5RZliE8S8wwrtAsO-ffA5P0FiVMxLNL_4fax8rUupnLP905s5eI/s1600-h/December+2007+136.jpg"></a></div><div><br /></div><div><img style="text-align: left;display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; cursor: pointer; width: 266px; height: 400px; " src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgvMMo9HqFTEw9MX1eOuylPwpb123J6jhTwqq5nb4RxoFrV4vfoBt93ty8PDoHizKp_nmk3w5_5xaCRn-ZPy3fXl0yo5RZliE8S8wwrtAsO-ffA5P0FiVMxLNL_4fax8rUupnLP905s5eI/s400/December+2007+136.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5403191853782760514" />Showing off his tux that grandma made - my handsome man.<br /><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiKrpQMwEccOtBQqpr1E1Vjqj-zKPeN2zl47WwWgox0Nj3PAR5TF9RQHhczV0sEP-Ld2HuN1V6Ciw74oI2lAC_XihS-zqEH1QL5E0tc5YmB8BulwW4jlXvmpSJSn9fdpprx3vOTrnNzmuI/s1600-h/December+2007+151.jpg"></a></div><div><br /></div><div><img style="text-align: left;display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 266px; " src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiKrpQMwEccOtBQqpr1E1Vjqj-zKPeN2zl47WwWgox0Nj3PAR5TF9RQHhczV0sEP-Ld2HuN1V6Ciw74oI2lAC_XihS-zqEH1QL5E0tc5YmB8BulwW4jlXvmpSJSn9fdpprx3vOTrnNzmuI/s400/December+2007+151.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5403190514723085090" />Little toothless smile for the ladies.<br /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#0000EE;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style=""> <span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#000000;"><br /></span></span></span><br /><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj3JigFAVeh8PztvYtUcE94JS0vg0mrWWHR3caWPYp5mwI4SCIhnfbeAOESnCQitkk8HSnUp_l3hSew1rfbwnT6wZvxT3ggMKfad8T41WWlauc1Ixlwa8tSGuIff3ZxbqdXsO7PPy49s2Q/s400/IMG_1745.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5403192930125081186" /><div>Batman never made me laugh so much. This is Ryan right after his "Race!" began. "on your mark, get set.... RACE!!"</div><div><br /></div><div>We love you, Ryan!</div><div><br /></div></div>Mikehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12117850771067783022noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6834113549202338717.post-58685322864591137802009-10-24T06:46:00.005-06:002009-10-24T07:05:27.531-06:00Happy Birthday, Meggie B!<div>I can't believe it's been 4 years since the nurse placed you in my arms. Wrapped up tight, you were the perfect size - my little burrito.</div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjzqromz0FjhM7IwwI4aclbkUigpOSwt3igcMsVhDngR3lZkDpiRwfHStaNX5okqXkGb1FU4gYzi5W8TQ8BocJbx8mlIuxp1vETRAs4wgf4l7sHFFU2nwABjQsY434QoCghBqZv4KoqjwI/s1600-h/Oct+2005+048.jpg"><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjzqromz0FjhM7IwwI4aclbkUigpOSwt3igcMsVhDngR3lZkDpiRwfHStaNX5okqXkGb1FU4gYzi5W8TQ8BocJbx8mlIuxp1vETRAs4wgf4l7sHFFU2nwABjQsY434QoCghBqZv4KoqjwI/s400/Oct+2005+048.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5396149307511519778" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 262px; " /></a></div><div><br /></div><div>From the minute you were born, you brought so much sunshine into our lives!</div><div><br /></div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg5SPWzfuhO0kjs0T1ETXpyVnCkp0gm3dpjhVbc7Rk0pNgN8zmm6bOjzO4Aw0QR1exi3Z0Yaf0vHK4Lgu0oE2j9eIlqkOkCOwTLkbLx0omTXJUamkpmdQGn3FCEeV3lF5pWDII71aWlZJA/s1600-h/jan06+053.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 351px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg5SPWzfuhO0kjs0T1ETXpyVnCkp0gm3dpjhVbc7Rk0pNgN8zmm6bOjzO4Aw0QR1exi3Z0Yaf0vHK4Lgu0oE2j9eIlqkOkCOwTLkbLx0omTXJUamkpmdQGn3FCEeV3lF5pWDII71aWlZJA/s400/jan06+053.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5396150763150067522" /></a><br /><div>The years have flown by WAY too fast.</div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhsYlaPs632E5nwle8tFKe5S15Ap8Jzg9G0njXcSYV87_3X0kzNg9ewxbHsXlIA9yWN4I6Y-1ieEDjb-tMDtxfDJbZXKZRLxD7BPAyVMMgPBcKm3I9Jbh79oYXwVCD1-a1VbG4MEspfcrc/s400/Fall+2006+067.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5396149310667738338" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px; " /></div><div><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhqfPMqEwIDTF7Qo3POQfTxBGH9S4HbSHQ-odxKqBWfICeL-penxZuVgf7C3GbiE22igDaiThK5F8x7xOV7dChyYAxg9UevwxWADpNrzYS46izmF2mFr-21CuwvoprWCKSUxy82NHr94_0/s1600-h/Oct+24+2007+006_edited-1.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhqfPMqEwIDTF7Qo3POQfTxBGH9S4HbSHQ-odxKqBWfICeL-penxZuVgf7C3GbiE22igDaiThK5F8x7xOV7dChyYAxg9UevwxWADpNrzYS46izmF2mFr-21CuwvoprWCKSUxy82NHr94_0/s400/Oct+24+2007+006_edited-1.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5396149322247226594" /></a>But now that you're 4 years old, and all grown up.... I'll still call you my little Meggie B.</div><div><br /></div><div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large; font-weight: bold; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;">Happy Birthday, Megaroo!</span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjzqromz0FjhM7IwwI4aclbkUigpOSwt3igcMsVhDngR3lZkDpiRwfHStaNX5okqXkGb1FU4gYzi5W8TQ8BocJbx8mlIuxp1vETRAs4wgf4l7sHFFU2nwABjQsY434QoCghBqZv4KoqjwI/s1600-h/Oct+2005+048.jpg"><br /></a></div><br /><br /><div><br /></div><div><br /></div></div>Mikehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12117850771067783022noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6834113549202338717.post-76658367222170117822009-10-18T14:29:00.004-06:002009-10-18T14:47:40.991-06:00I'm In Love<div style="text-align: left;">I have a new favorite gun. Too bad it isn't mine.</div><div><br /></div><div>You see, I went shooting - for the first time in about a decade. I decided that as a reward for graduating I'd get my first rifle; so I bought my friend's .223. It's a "varmint" rifle. People call it that because it's a popular rifle to go bunny smokin' - or coyote smokin'. Me? I use it for target practice, so far. My buddy and I went up to the range here in Bountiful. He's the complete opposite of me, and when I say that, I mean... he actually knows what he's talking about when it comes to guns and hunting.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div>We put up our targets at 100 yards and headed back for some good old fashion paper smokin. I put 12 or so rounds through my .223 until it was time to go home. The first few shots were nice, and then it kind of went downhill from there. I couldn't get the scope to focus for me - either that or my contacts are junk. Probably the latter. Well, see for yourself:</div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhOxoRnV2x2vAzi6imsBm3Z8l82BQp3yDNuv6UysbJ8JncBR3fOXBprcKsQosX8E7DboisSvH5YwO_EX9sA0t0km7ENQVUzwyNpxFG0iuDtwhG-4sgbXUc05WEAngX7zqq3tUWXTwCznTE/s400/IMG_0107.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5394043422950685874" /><br /><div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;">Before we went home, John let me put 3 rounds through his 7MM-08. I'm in love. </div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><br /><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhQtOcaCRFYtwowxTqZPYCCU1uSmpscUzXd5uTeHNqVtsP8MML9t2DMpV0Kyap0ZuNHiuzJqZ2ZVSwRM9Oa83X90M0-RILV6oJ5-7Fxsn8Id_cyhfehSBS4O0Cu4zrLKFgZz9ASLxgZ3Ug/s400/IMG_0108.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5394043432950198530" /><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div>Now I just need to repeat this over, and over, and ov........</div></div>Mikehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12117850771067783022noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6834113549202338717.post-88166148190504898182009-10-16T09:30:00.005-06:002009-10-16T09:52:20.177-06:00Time To Catch UpWhat? A new post?! Could it be? Oh yes, my friend. It Be-ith.<br /><br />Its been a crazy month - Not sure what to write about, but I figured that there'd be an all-out mutiny if I didn't put SOMEthing up. So... here's some tasty pics we've taken in the last couple weeks...<br /><br /><br />We'll start off this ensemble of visual pleasantries with... Ryan (and what looks half of President Uchdorf's head). Jodie just asked Ryan where his belly button is :-) He's a searchin'<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgQsLvAbrVS7O-PbGESEY5MEqE-zG326JLP3q_Meq_rlPawxsWjALetKl5JOKJUVXHG78rgcADwwzYpyiy7CGkAWiVUjpjbETANnSCbnsOzgxpMHjU7Nh-JLOJrdeuzfdt2rSaOuZxGNLI/s1600-h/IMG_0104.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgQsLvAbrVS7O-PbGESEY5MEqE-zG326JLP3q_Meq_rlPawxsWjALetKl5JOKJUVXHG78rgcADwwzYpyiy7CGkAWiVUjpjbETANnSCbnsOzgxpMHjU7Nh-JLOJrdeuzfdt2rSaOuZxGNLI/s400/IMG_0104.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5393222521302290834" border="0" /></a><br />He found it! Oh, the joy of success!<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhIKp_4qBDuQJU5m9ptK8UXQ1oDU1-_TyAi95LhNtP2ef6vSZ1jCP3bZ1aJ8p2I7_S75g8klBELv9X9rwlgcpsgc3rZUO11x4W3YUxh-0I0xQB91jagEt27wt48dcF0y8jJ8CjRseLcttc/s1600-h/IMG_0105.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhIKp_4qBDuQJU5m9ptK8UXQ1oDU1-_TyAi95LhNtP2ef6vSZ1jCP3bZ1aJ8p2I7_S75g8klBELv9X9rwlgcpsgc3rZUO11x4W3YUxh-0I0xQB91jagEt27wt48dcF0y8jJ8CjRseLcttc/s400/IMG_0105.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5393222530525445010" border="0" /></a><br />Our little Megaroo is getting bigger and bigger every time I turn around. A couple weeks ago she read her first book. And you know what THAT means.... her own library card! Woot woot! She is SO big. She's our "sounder" - meaning she's a pro at sounding out words and spelling them. Kalli even asks her for help sometimes. For example:<br /><br />Kalli: "how do you spell grandma?"<br />Meg: "It starts with g-g-g-g-g-g G"<br />Kalli: Then?<br />Meg: "r-r-r-r-r-r-r-r a-a-a-a-a-a A!"<br /><br />I love it.<br /><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjWcfMSaq79LZPxQbnmElZbmTSy2DrylbxW8DZjC9v6wcJtypQSYY4NwBLT70DhKWqBRX1gH4YTFdI3chqFCAS8K2DNhyphenhyphenwDPda7BqDvQHehKTrW42uv8aUe5l5-rLb5XbsbwDZpzVFNhyM/s1600-h/IMG_0099.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjWcfMSaq79LZPxQbnmElZbmTSy2DrylbxW8DZjC9v6wcJtypQSYY4NwBLT70DhKWqBRX1gH4YTFdI3chqFCAS8K2DNhyphenhyphenwDPda7BqDvQHehKTrW42uv8aUe5l5-rLb5XbsbwDZpzVFNhyM/s400/IMG_0099.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5393222538645675314" border="0" /></a><br />One thing I'm NOT looking forward to is the cold weather. I know I know, we can still go outside to play, but it's just not the same. I'm a Spring/Fall kinda guy - Here's why:<br /><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjoPY3Kgy3OGMLVkBhIzpvWMflbcbBD294vC8Glz9g-wCLtYtp843SSVBjD8dSsYzYxEw0X3-5h3byXQlHvNqqIj_QG0RqByTFl-Qg78LZbzPMQeGfe28b46R1xSsUehhTaWSXjZvFM2fg/s1600-h/IMG_0083.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjoPY3Kgy3OGMLVkBhIzpvWMflbcbBD294vC8Glz9g-wCLtYtp843SSVBjD8dSsYzYxEw0X3-5h3byXQlHvNqqIj_QG0RqByTFl-Qg78LZbzPMQeGfe28b46R1xSsUehhTaWSXjZvFM2fg/s400/IMG_0083.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5393225093398698994" border="0" /></a>Mikehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12117850771067783022noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6834113549202338717.post-77864343144103299252009-09-21T20:48:00.003-06:002009-09-21T20:53:37.047-06:00The WaveI don't usually (well, ever) put stuff on my blog that isn't family related, but I saw this video and had to stick it up. This will change the way we collaborate. It's worth the 10 minutes. <br /><br /><object width="425" height="344"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/Itc4253kjhw&color1=0xb1b1b1&color2=0xcfcfcf&hl=en&feature=player_embedded&fs=1"></param><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"></param><param name="allowScriptAccess" value="always"></param><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/Itc4253kjhw&color1=0xb1b1b1&color2=0xcfcfcf&hl=en&feature=player_embedded&fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" allowscriptaccess="always" width="425" height="344"></embed></object>Mikehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12117850771067783022noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6834113549202338717.post-16699977862777312942009-09-19T14:42:00.004-06:002009-09-19T14:57:20.170-06:00Wahoo!Today Jodie and I did something that we don't do - pretty much ever. Organized the closet? Well, yes, we did do that, but we do that all the ti.... um, wait - make that TWO things today that we hardly ever do. The first being the closet (wow, I really don't have any clothes) and the second? Well, we decided to take a trip to Sandy and check out a sale. In all honesty, we were kind of skeptical. When I say 'we' I mean 'I' because I didn't think Jodie would let me buy something. Buuuut she did - AND I didn't even have to get on my knees... for too long.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgLlyz-rebvwd-cCWHMWhZyLXAP6ub3XHWlMX5kJT2t-pcZ-H352Yvm-5j_0nXakkgefl3a_9RMwFY6n5tSyy7B39wtxJe9MsvV_7kh7gr7mQi42GMOhyphenhyphen_fnYwcGBVqGgpMYCJ_flPTPq8/s1600-h/IMG_1723.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgLlyz-rebvwd-cCWHMWhZyLXAP6ub3XHWlMX5kJT2t-pcZ-H352Yvm-5j_0nXakkgefl3a_9RMwFY6n5tSyy7B39wtxJe9MsvV_7kh7gr7mQi42GMOhyphenhyphen_fnYwcGBVqGgpMYCJ_flPTPq8/s400/IMG_1723.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5383283153215106514" border="0" /></a>I love it. Absolutely love it. I think the biggest reason why I love it is because Jodie loves it. I've been wanting to get her a piano ever since we were married. The sound is awesome, but the package isn't complete unless Jodie's playing. <br /><br />Kalli and Meg are VERY excited to start lessons.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEioCYoBLYobsJUvXCH1dHemBRCCn8zLcnDZiTUwkIgsSRbx5mGHcBqaRhuCPEJK3NNTiCsZnybJofIdG_Y1GoyF20M-ozFrk6E5lyv-KMLX9K-7ZYnudsD3Jzgx8jHFeRzOUGdxpsm6-rU/s1600-h/IMG_1715.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEioCYoBLYobsJUvXCH1dHemBRCCn8zLcnDZiTUwkIgsSRbx5mGHcBqaRhuCPEJK3NNTiCsZnybJofIdG_Y1GoyF20M-ozFrk6E5lyv-KMLX9K-7ZYnudsD3Jzgx8jHFeRzOUGdxpsm6-rU/s400/IMG_1715.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5383283161874278514" border="0" /></a><span style="font-weight: bold;"><br />This is Ryan, just after Jodie told him that he couldn't eat his cookie while sitting at the piano. Sorry, dude. Rules are rules.</span><br /><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjcE_L2xvdQLmKPLlpK-QPMeBjnlUmHYqZ0O8hrWa27X3AcFzpfdFWZ8_4VHgEEU3djaSsy1CvDyjBBJHzO9GWo2WRm46DVVfNF2OwupxOiahGrZT33hzq-UNUWiUqCafelulQRIw-ywmA/s1600-h/IMG_1717.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjcE_L2xvdQLmKPLlpK-QPMeBjnlUmHYqZ0O8hrWa27X3AcFzpfdFWZ8_4VHgEEU3djaSsy1CvDyjBBJHzO9GWo2WRm46DVVfNF2OwupxOiahGrZT33hzq-UNUWiUqCafelulQRIw-ywmA/s400/IMG_1717.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5383283170894755922" border="0" /></a><br />So, if you ever have a second, come on by and check it out. We maaaay even let you sit at it - but only if you promise to eat your cookie first.Mikehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12117850771067783022noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6834113549202338717.post-21385569214849208782009-09-04T08:55:00.005-06:002009-09-04T09:05:34.416-06:00Sweet Crossword Puzzle<span style=";font-family:";font-size:85%;" >I came across an awesome crossword puzzle the other day. Check it out. It isn't hard - I </span><span style=";font-family:";font-size:12pt;" ><span style="font-size:85%;">promise.</span></span><span style=";font-family:";font-size:12pt;" ><br /></span><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEisu_L0PC-_tju3IFSgDepat5euxkyYVAxoMgmNJbZ482rcG87scKY8eUpYjRFeW6_dT5YrE6pF30bF1df7DmAsQhqlK85dCo9vxGT8wx61RMROoZOEVjc61dSU4zprS1pPGUz7Lh4U9_Q/s1600-h/untitled.bmp"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 339px; height: 216px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEisu_L0PC-_tju3IFSgDepat5euxkyYVAxoMgmNJbZ482rcG87scKY8eUpYjRFeW6_dT5YrE6pF30bF1df7DmAsQhqlK85dCo9vxGT8wx61RMROoZOEVjc61dSU4zprS1pPGUz7Lh4U9_Q/s400/untitled.bmp" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5377626503343823314" border="0" /></a><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjHuXuvfdiJV3ANJkPE52jEpMNtNVKQ0sRzTKrveMm9UVteDGFrWHSWEbiXaZjFFRu30Ca_7_mn_Q3iXok0x01PEMWvi3W03bzoFCauIIfTOY0hvLkYM1fesX8R5gxUYm3e8e5rG9IAZD8/s1600-h/untitled1.bmp"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 194px; height: 146px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjHuXuvfdiJV3ANJkPE52jEpMNtNVKQ0sRzTKrveMm9UVteDGFrWHSWEbiXaZjFFRu30Ca_7_mn_Q3iXok0x01PEMWvi3W03bzoFCauIIfTOY0hvLkYM1fesX8R5gxUYm3e8e5rG9IAZD8/s400/untitled1.bmp" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5377628522591341650" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><span style=";font-family:";font-size:12pt;" ><br /><!--[endif]--></span>Mikehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12117850771067783022noreply@blogger.com8tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6834113549202338717.post-91874029529968113802009-09-03T09:27:00.005-06:002009-09-03T11:52:50.282-06:00Park It UpThe other day <span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:arial;" >w</span><span style="font-family:arial;">e</span> decided to pack up dinner and head off to the park. It was awesome. I love this park. I'd tell you which one it is, but then you just might tell oth<span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: arial;">e</span>rs and then it would get crowded and I'd be forced to get a park of my own.<br /><br />This park has a covered eating area, lighting, plenty of grass, trees (and tables under the trees, if you <span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:arial;" >a</span><span style="font-family:arial;">re</span> so inclined), flushing toilets, running water, soap, and a little device that sp<span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: arial;">r</span>ays a welcoming scent of fr<span style="font-family: arial; font-weight: bold;">e</span>shness upon opening the restroom door. It's a treat to behold!<br /><br />All of those amenities are all well and good - but it isn't the best part about the <span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:arial;" >p</span>ark. The best part about it is..... you ready? The <span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:arial;" >r</span>ubber. Oh ya, baby! You s<span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:arial;" >e</span>e, I'm tired of all the sand that <span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:arial;" >g</span>ets in my shoes - a<span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:arial;" >n</span>d all the wood slivers, er, I me<span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:arial;" >a</span>n, wood chips that never seem to fit the bill. This park has one big rubber chip mat to run on. It doesn't chip off, break, get in your shoes or socks, and it's perfect for gripping those tight corners when you're playing "chase daddy arou<span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:arial;" >n</span>d the park." We love it. <span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:arial;" >T</span>his is one of daddy's favorite climbing towers that he thought he could use to get away from being tagged. Kalli proved him wrong.<br /><br /><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhM__lZGdZHMFppjssh669jGS73I8CKzJQ5VS7Jsf_RFNbBFkqT2zqjBwsHw3UigpCG0qQvhsFhAgACPSBYSHmQFq0RMsAy-qMgVMEp8pDiD1VgNDBuHT6Yfhixm4NKjhk2BwMtsl7plO8/s1600-h/photo.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhM__lZGdZHMFppjssh669jGS73I8CKzJQ5VS7Jsf_RFNbBFkqT2zqjBwsHw3UigpCG0qQvhsFhAgACPSBYSHmQFq0RMsAy-qMgVMEp8pDiD1VgNDBuHT6Yfhixm4NKjhk2BwMtsl7plO8/s400/photo.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5377265303216251170" border="0" /></a>Mikehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12117850771067783022noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6834113549202338717.post-58994019414470532152009-09-02T13:10:00.002-06:002009-09-02T13:17:04.681-06:00Dear Kiddies,Dear Kiddies,<br /><br />Your mom and I wanted to write a few things down to let you know how much we love you. We wanted to let you know that:<br /><br />We’ll always be there for you – even when you won’t want us around.<br />Even the smallest promptings will pay huge dividends.<br /><br />Always listen to those promptings.<br />Recognizing them will be the hard part – at first.<br />Every time you get one – act – that will make them easier to recognize in the future.<br /><br />Preparing yourself is what this life is all about.<br />Right when you want to give up is the time when you need to ask for help the most.<br />Every time you need help, we’ll be there.<br />Gaining your respect might be the hardest thing we’ll ever have to do.<br />Never give up on that which is most important.<br />All of the people that came before you have prepared the way for you to succeed.<br />Never at any time in the history of the world has there been so much opportunity.<br />This is your time.<br /><br />We sure do love you,<br /> Mom & DadMikehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12117850771067783022noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6834113549202338717.post-21260867854454969302009-08-29T13:14:00.002-06:002009-08-29T13:17:48.255-06:00A Lesson In Snow WhiteDad: "Look, there's the evil Queen. She hates Snow White"<br /><br />Kalli: "No, Dad. She doesn't hate Snow White. She loves her. She just wants to kill her."Mikehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12117850771067783022noreply@blogger.com4