Saturday, December 19, 2009

Christmas camp 2009



This is the last photo ever published of our ten grandkids. From left to right, we see Landon, Joshua, Tyler, Olivia, Adeline, Allison, Penelope, Nathan, Amanda and Jacob seated on the floor. Nobody knows the logistics of getting this group to look in one direction long enough to snap a photograph. The reason it is the last one of the ten is that now there are ELEVEN in the family. Little Cora was born tonight. She joins a noisy crowd of go-getters and any of these will move over and make a place for her. Life brings so many wonderful changes to our family. Just think! We started with just two of us in 1973 and now there are 21 of us. That is a lot of Christmas jammies!
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Tuesday, December 15, 2009

Holiday Family Night

A & M are both performing at their school's holiday performance on Thursday night at 6pm. If you'd like to come watch them, email me for directions!

Sunday, November 29, 2009

Hot Feet

Adeline was putting on footed pajamas and hadn't taken off her socks so I asked, "Don't you want to take off your socks first since these jammies have feet in them?"

Her response: "No. Grandma always wears socks to bed and I like to be like Grandma."

Wednesday, November 25, 2009

I could have been born a TURKEY!


I bet these seagulls are glad that they are not turkeys! No single holiday would single this kind of bird out like Thanksgiving does. I guess it is all for the best--the drumsticks are a little lacking on gulls.

Happy Thanksgiving to one and all. I look forward to sampling the best of the family recipes old and new. As we gather, think of all those who made and make our joyous celebrations possible. I include the brave men and women of the military, the brave men women missionaries whose message of peace will be the only way to happiness and the brave men and women of our past generations that made our lives in the greatest country possible.

Where is my pilgrim outfit?
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Sunday, November 15, 2009

Supplemental Income

Carl, tell me more about this advertisement with your picture that I just found on Drudge. Where'd you get that pumpkin shirt?

Thursday, November 12, 2009

When is Brooke coming home?


I think that I should check the itinerary and make sure that I have at least one full Saturday to get the house tidy and neat for Brooke's return. I should make a list of things to do before she comes back. A little laundry would be good. Go through a foot-high stack of mail-order catalagues. I think we are just about out of garbage bags so I can use the trash compactor (my foot inside the bag) to pack it in.

I think I have burned eggs on the good frying pans. I wonder if she will miss them if I toss them out? I think she wanted some of those good grocery store fry pans.

Hey, anyone got any ideas about how to get the fabric in our home to not smell like sardines? I think a little spilled on the sofa. And, who knew that you could not leave half-frozen moose meat on the counter for a couple of days and forget about it? Hey, it is just blood, right? Well, it was, just blood. Now it is a permanent stain on the counter-t0p.

Good thing we don't have a dog...although he could have wet-mopped the floor with all the food that I have dropped. And too bad we don't have a cat...those tuna cans should be rinsed before they fall way back behind the trash compactor.

On the good side of the ledger, I......I......I......I......oh, I called the garage door service guy. He will have the system cleaned and adjusted so that we can get that dead animal out of the garage...I did not dare bring the second one through the house.

Welcome home Brooke!
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Wednesday, November 04, 2009

Monday, November 02, 2009

Saturday, October 31, 2009

So far, so good.


I cannot seem to take a photo of my license plate. It is visible, as required by the law, but it is not photogenic. I guess I got one of those shy license plates that posed last December for the speed-trap cameras, but since then, has been resistive--in a nice way, of course.

I will go on record that I think that the photo-radar cameras are an intrusion into our freedom. There should be no reason under the sun for one who has driven for 43 years to turn the "reasonable and prudent" determination over to a camera. This is especially important because those who uncover stuff found the manual for the manned radar cameras. They are not supposed to give tickets to judges, politicians and police officers who find themselves determining for themselves what "reason and prudent" seem to mean.

Get out of our lives, Big Brother.
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Saturday, October 24, 2009

Caught in an accidental lie.

This morning's conversation:

Me: Are you excited to sing with all the kids in church tomorrow? (primary program)

Adeline: Is Stella going to be there?

Me: No, she's on vacation, but everyone else will be there.

Adeline: Will my cousin Jacob be there?

Me: No, they live too far to come.

Adeline: Well then everybody won't be there, will they?

Friday, September 04, 2009

"Coruscatingly Brilliant" Analysis

This article hits the nail on the head. It is worth posting (and reading) in its entirety.

"Coruscating on Thin Ice"
The Obama administration is young and out of touch.

By PEGGY NOONAN

At a speech in Colorado someone asked if I was concerned about some of the appointees to the Obama administration. The questioner was referring obliquely to conservative dismay at Van Jones, special adviser for green jobs on the White House environmental council. Apart from a flirtation with radicalism (you have to hope it did not become a full, deep and continuing relationship), Jones, in February, thoughtfully attempted to capture the essence of the GOP in a speech in Berkeley, Calif. "Republicans are —," he explained. We don't print the word he used, but it refers to a body part involved in elimination. He was speaking at the inaugural ceremony of the Rahm Emanuel Center for the Study of Political Comportment. Ha, just kidding.

But Mr. Jones is not my concern. All early administrations draw to their middle and lower levels a certain number of activists from the edges—flakes. But because they are extreme, they become controversial, and because they are controversial, they become ineffective. In its way the system works.

A greater concern about President Obama's staffers and appointees is that so many of them are so young and relatively untried. And not only young and untried, but triumphant. They're on top of the world. They came from nowhere and elected their guy against the odds. Against expectations, they beat a machine (the Clintons) and a behemoth (long-triumphant Republicanism). Now nothing can stop them, Let's do big things, let's be consequential. Consequentialism has been the blight of America's political life for a decade. Because of it, America's nerves have been rubbed raw.

To make things worse, for the past 10 months Mr. Obama's aides have been overpraised by their friends in the media, who either are on their side or were source-greasing. How can you not return my calls when I called you "coruscatingly brilliant" in Time?

I use "coruscatingly brilliant" because it was what a columnist early on called Arthur Schlesinger Jr., a figure in John F. Kennedy's White House and the focus of much, and deserved, praise. JFK saw it and laughed: "Just remember, a hundred thousand votes the other way and we'd all be coruscatingly stupid." JFK was of course young himself, but he'd fought a war and been sick since childhood, which will tend to age you.

Why be concerned about the young in the White House? Because they've never been beaten up by life, never been defeated. They haven't learned from failure because they haven't experienced it. They don't know what the warning signs of trouble are. They haven't spent time on the losing side.

Mr. Obama's young aides are hardworking, humorous and bright as pennies, but I wish they had an arthritic ache or two, I wish they told old war stories because they'd been in old wars, I wish they knew what it looks like when an administration goes too far and strains the ties between itself and the bulk of the people.

They are all now busy planning and strategizing his congressional address on health care. It will be hard to pull off well. The president will be talking, essentially, to three groups: the political elites of both parties and the media, his supporters on the ground, and highly informed citizens who are already either for or against the plan but want to hear, ponder and form an opinion on the speech.

But the great mass of Americans, the big center, will, I strongly suspect, not be listening. Mr. Obama has grown boring. And it's not Solid Boring, which is fine in a president and may be good. It's sort of Faux Eloquent Boring, especially on health care. The president likely doesn't know this, and his people won't have told him because they don't know it either, but Mr. Obama always has the same sound, approach, logic, tone, modulation. He always has the same stance. There's no humor or humility in it. News is surprise, and he never makes news.

The past 10 months, the president has lessened and not increased the trust of the big center. He did a number of things wrong, but one has not been noticed much, or noted. He moved too quickly, before he'd earned the right to change a big chunk of American life. You earn that right by establishing trust. Absent crisis, leaders have to show, over a certain amount of time and through a series of actions, that they're sober, sound, farsighted, looking out for the middle. In addition, of course, middle America is worried about two dramas, the economy and war, and he's showing he's worried about a third drama, health care, which they've put to the side. His concerns do not coincide with theirs. Which makes him, not them, look out of touch.
More Peggy Noonan

He could always surprise everyone by saying he made a mistake and he's going back to the drawing board to work hand in hand with Republicans. That would be interesting, and could be quite productive. But no one expects a climbdown at this point. And so he will go on, and win something, some piece of what he wants, and "Obama Wins Health Care Battle" will wind up in the headlines, and it will be a catastrophic victory, won at the price of losing the big center.

The president's biggest potential long-term problem in terms of the public part of the presidency became obvious to me only during the past week.

I watched with great interest much of Teddy Kennedy's wake and funeral, and saw in a clearer way than I had in the past a big cultural difference between the elites of the two parties, or rather the Democratic and Republican establishments. Pretty much the entire Democratic establishment was at the Kennedy services, and the level of shown affection among those in the pews and the audience was striking—laughing, hugging, telling stories, admitting weaknesses, weeping. It was Irish, and old-time. If it had been a gathering of the Republican political and journalistic establishment it would have been less emotive, with little shown affection. Polite laughter, cordial handshakes, a lot of staring ahead. A guy with his head down and you think he's mourning but he's BlackBerrying. They don't especially like each other, they compete against each other, and they don't feel the need to fake liking each other. They have the old dignity of the old grown-ups. And I suppose their style reflects some of their philosophy: Politics isn't about emotions but thoughts.

The difference between the party establishments struck me, but is not my point. This is: The president walked into the funeral and moved toward the front pews nodding, shaking hands. He hugged Mrs. Kennedy, nodded some more, shook more hands. He was dignified and contained, he was utterly appropriate, and he was cold.

He is cold, like someone who is contained not because he's disciplined and successfully restrains his emotions, but because there's not that much to restrain. This is the dark side of cool. One wonders if this will play well with the American people. Long-term it is hard to get people to trust your policies if they think you're coolly operating on some intellectual or ideological abstractions.

I don't think as a presidential style it will wear well with the center. And it may not wear well with the president's own party. They may come to see him, in time, as not really one of them. And that's when things will really get interesting.

Saturday, August 22, 2009

What has 22 blades and is very cool?


Nope. Not the multi-tasker Swiss Army Knife, although it has multiple blades that are totally cool. It is actually our house! We just completed hanging FIVE new ceiling fans. The first one took an hour and worked great. The last one about fifteen minutes and we are still wondering why the toilet flushes when we flip on the light switch.

We did remember to turn the power off at the meter before doing/undoing/redoing the wiring. It makes such good sense and we were shocked at how bright we are!

Saturday, August 15, 2009

And now for something totally different.

Face it. Those hokey metal detectors that people take to the beach in search of a pirate's treasure or a Rolex watch are so out of touch with the new technology. How about sliding your corn-riddled feetsies into these metal-detector sandals? There is nothing to occupy your hands except for your loot bag. Surely you can see yourself walking up and down the strands of a beautiful beach and some large woman poking her husband in the ribs and telling her husband what a cheap dolt he is for getting her the model she has. Oh, the joy you will have knowing that yours is truly the superior technology!

You could slip this little apparatus under a pair of the foamy-like poly beachwear that you see from time to time and nobody would even know you are looking for gold from the Spanish armada. Or, you could just wear shorts and deal with the tan-line that boldly announces to beachcombers over the world that you have one of these babies.

Wednesday, August 05, 2009

It just don't get no better!


Overheard at a table positioned next to us at dinner tonight:

"Once you start de-humanizing animals, it all goes downhill from there."

I want the world to know that Iwould never de-humanize or de-animalize Bat Boy. He stands as a supermarket tabloid icon that never should be de-anythinged. He is a being for the ages, a constant mixture of displaced science or misplaced journalism. He is one of the most important figures of our check-out line.

Go to any trailer park and ask around, they will tell you that it just don't get better than this.

And peachy-keen boys as well!

Two of our best pickers showing a full bucket o'peaches.
And another one going after the "low hanging fruit....
With still another displaying his wares. This one reaches the highest and best peaches in the land.

Peach babe!


How is this for a stylin' girl out enjoying a day in the orchards? Her mother has the grand peach hat and the grandmother hides in the background.
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Sunday, July 19, 2009

It is hot, humid and 'nanas are growing

Here is what we are growing to feed the monkeys!
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Wednesday, July 15, 2009

Happy Birthday Poppy!

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From us who love you! There are lots!

Monday, July 06, 2009

ONE OF THESE IS NOT LIKE THE OTHERS


Here is an amusing photo from The Deseret News that peaked my interest. I immediately thought of how some people just like to go with the crowd and jump off the nearest dock and into the water. Can you look closely and find one image that is not like the others? If you guessed that the Bull is the different one, you guessed correctly! He is the one without the swimming suit. Of course those clown-stabbers are unique to the group as well. And, he is the only one that will probably end up as fajitas right after the bullfight. If you want to read an outstanding bullfight poem, try la cojida y la muerte. Just google " a las cinco de la tarde" and you will find it.
In the meantime. Ole. That is Swedish for Ole.
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Wednesday, June 17, 2009

This is what happens....


...when you sneak up behind a pine tree and yell BOO! I have scared people like too, but they do not lose as many pine cones. Some really yell out loud at me, some go all jelly-like and act like I need my head examined. My son Nick is probably the most fun to scare--if I can get to him...but he is also the one who is most likely to scare the pine cones off my branches as well. We have a running scare-contest for most of his life....and he has cut years off my projected life expectancy. He can startle me whenever, wherever and howsoever he wants--usually at a most inopportune time for me.

One day, I will really get to him. I am thinking, thinking, thinking of what I could do to get him back. I will do it. I will. One day, I will get him and he will look just like Bat-Boy. I am planning it now. Just you wait, boy. I am coming after you.
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Friday, June 12, 2009

What?

Oh, is that a camera?


Okay then.


CHEESE!

Tuesday, June 02, 2009

Birthday Guests.

Josh "the Joker" really enjoyed everyone who came to his party,including Blackbeard, the pirate...but, who's the goofball with Olivia?

Thursday, May 14, 2009

This is the PLACE!

I think this is exactly how Brigham Young must have looked...

Snips and Snails and Cousin Tales.

Will C&R be adding another boy to this mix, you think?

Saturday, May 02, 2009

Severe Weather Alert:

There's a twister a comin'!

Captain's log 5.02.2009


The first day of mountain biking was a harrowing, but interesting experience. I learned a few things. Lucky day for all who are reading this blog...I shall list them now.

1. Always ride with someone. They can help you get up when you fall.
2. You think chicken skin is easy to cut? Try MY skin. Those bushes and branches really reach out and grab you. I feel like I was whipped with a cat 0'nine tails.
3. Age 58 is a little late to start doing this, but it is better late than never.
4. A good bike is worth it's weight in balm.
5. Surely, somewhere, someone, has invented a "cupping hands" seat that is more comfortable than the one I have.
6. If you think you do not need padded gloves...think again.
7. Note to file: your thumb will not bend that far back again--be very careful.
8. If one is to fall--save the teeth and face first...all other things are important, but teeth and face are good to save.
9. Padded shorts are a life-saving device and as important as any gear you might buy. I admit, I felt a little strange, but they are also worth their weight in balm.
10. Going downhill is a different challenge--look out for big rocks.
11. One can fall going either downhill or uphill. Hills have no respect for who I really am.
12. My prediction for the next time I go? PAIN.
13. I expect the pain to subside as I get better at manipulating the gears and avoiding cactus.
14. If you encounter cactus, my son-in-law has experience with this. Call him.
15. Get out there--it is a lot of fun and the experience will be so taxing to your brain, you forget about the problems of the day. You spend so much time and brainwork trying to avoid serious injury that you focus on that and nothing much else.
16. I have to consider this sport an experience, not an event. I am ready to go again.
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Wednesday, April 29, 2009

Black Beauty


Here it is...sleek and black--a credit to its heritage and ready to hit the trails. I think I will start out on the bunny hills first so that I do not hurt myself. Then, when I can feel comfortable enough to open it up, I can do so. I hope this will take me up hill and down and all around the town. I sort of like the full-suspension, the noblity of the steed--muscles toned and honed and ready to break out into a full gallop. Believe me, this will be hard to hold back. It is a half-horse (front half of those of you who ask) of power for now. I am excited about the upgraded features and the only things holding me back are: the time to go and the fact that my wife has not purchased sun-screen for the season just yet.

Bugs on teeth--here I come!
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Thursday, April 23, 2009

Cardboard Boat Races...

Last weekend we went with Cameron and the boys to the cardboard boat races in Tempe...we had so much fun and thought it would be fun to make a boat to race as a family next year! Any takers...it can hold up to 8 people and will hopefully get to the finish line! I call I am not in the back in case goes down first!

Wednesday, April 15, 2009

There is something wrong!


In the Big Apple, we decided to attend the tea-party! How excited we were to see many people from all walks of life who appreciate the conservative and principled teachings of self-reliance. I felt motivated to be with a good crowd of honest citizens who have had quite enough with the tax-and-spend congress and administrations--of BOTH parties. I think we are ready to go in a different direction where things are on a more even track. We know that some tax is fair because we have to provide for the common defense and promote the general (not specific) welfare. This current system and the way we are headed is going to hurt a lot of people. First, they have too big of a hand in our personal business. The waste is way over the top! Imagine millions spent on stupid programs such as trying to find out why pigs smell. I already know the answer to that one--because they do not have good hygiene! After all, they are pigs. Now I find out that Al Sharpton owed $1.8 million in back taxes and cut a deal to only pay half of the money owing to the government. YOU BLEEDING HEART LIBERALS OUT THERE--COLLECT IT FROM HIM AND THE OTHER DEADBEATS IN THE OBAMA ADMINISTRATION INSTEAD OF RAISING MY TAXES! I HAVE HAD ENOUGH! IT IS HIGHWAY ROBBERY. THERE ARE MANY AMERICANS WHO FEEL THIS SAME WAY! STOP IT! IF ALL THESE DISHONEST POLITICIANS PAID THEIR FAIR SHARE THE BURDEN OF ALL WOULD BE LESS. THE GOVERNMENT NEEDS TO LIVE ON A BUDGET--IF WE CANNOT AFFORD IT, WE SHOULD NOT SPEND THE MONEY ON IT.

I can listen to an intellectually honest, deliberate debate on health care issues and some of the other programs--although I am not in favor of universal anything--except the opportunity to plan our own lives and live free from governmental interference. If they will leave me alone, I can spend my money better than they can. I can paint my home and employ several men for a week or more to earn a living for their families. They, in turn buy paint from manufacturers and groceries from merchants who also employ people and pay their bills. LEAVE US ALONE and we will do just fine. Whatever these men and women earn is their money and they should oversee their expenditures--not some freaky congressman/woman who never read the stinking bill they signed that obligated our grandkids to pay for a study on why pigs stink. I told you before, it was because they have very poor hygiene.

My dad was a poor man who earned a meager wage as a blue-collar, non-union worker. He paid his own way, too. He went without a whole lot of things to have what he wanted to have and never asked another man to carry his burden. He worked hard, but at the end of the day, he could look himself in the mirror and say that he was self-reliant and honest to the end of his life. He never could afford for any of his kids to go to school, but all who wanted to go found a way--flipping hamburgers or working days and attending evening classes. It took longer and was harder, but it did not hurt to do it that way.

I tell you, the tea party crowd was wonderfully behaved it was fun to see good people out on the street standing for something noble and uplifting: FREEDOM.

God bless America...she is on a very slippery slope right now.
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Monday, April 13, 2009

Family resemblance?

Ya think?

Negotiations...

I'll give you 20 jelly beans for one pack of M&Ms...

Sunday, April 12, 2009

Good things come to those who wait!


Maebe figured it out as well! She was placed into a trove of eggs and had a successful hunt. Of course, the eggs were delicious, but the grass and a few leaves were added into her recipe for a good time and she did not discriminate. She was happy to be there with a crowd and she acted like she had done this before.
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Yellow and white are the hardest!


I guess there really is a spring in NYC! Here is little Addie dilly-dallying through the daffodils trying to find a treasure trove of Easter Eggs that had been left for her. Let's just say that "her basket runneth over". It was a great success. She got the hang of it and was a wonder--going for the gold.
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Friday, April 10, 2009

Nick's birthday.


The searching is over! Now I know EXACTLY what to get Nick for his special day! Won't this be great, sitting next to his computer at work? I assume it can be wireless too...
Here are the INSTRUCTIONS, if you'd like to make one for yourself...