Shot this picture on my way home from Carson, NV. in late November early December. About 7000 ft in elevation. FYI you can click on the pictures in the blog to make them bigger.
Friday, December 29, 2006
About 15 minutes after this picture was taken that table was a mess! I think Patrick counted 39 drink cups on the table when we were done. Nobody bothered to count plates, or flatware. Nobody could count that high. Except maybe Spencer, that guy can do anything.
Just ask Sam the question "How do you find out if some one is ticklish?", and you get this pained smile.
The answer of course is: "You give them a test tickle."
He thinks that joke is sort of funny, but a bit irreverent for him I guess.
I heard Georgia say to Sam on our way down to San Francisco yesterday: "Sam your breath stinks, and you can't sing."
Good thing Sam has a healthy level of self esteem. He just laughed her off and kept singing.
I took this picture of Georgia at a hat store that Corey, the kids, and I went to while Suzi, Cindy, and the big kids wandered around in H & M in San Francisco.
Thursday, December 28, 2006
Me: "Hey Sam want to run with me to the dump. I've got to clean out some stuff in the garage."
Sam: (With a pained look on his face)"Ooooh, no thank you."
Me: "What? Why not?"
Sam: " THE SMELL! THE SMELL... I....I......I just don't like it. It stinks there."
You can tell it kills him to say no to me, but Sam apparently has the nose of a bloodhound. Has since he was a tiny guy. When he loves the smell of something he tells us, or hates the smell of something he tells us. He is so funny. You should see him in smelling action.
So anyhow, good help loading the car to the dump, just don't expect any help unloading.
Friday, December 22, 2006
When Patrick was a tiny little guy still in the nursery at church, the church we attended was in the parking lot of the BYU football stadium. When we would pull in to the parking lot he would start in with the "I want to go to the game." I would explain that all the football guys were at church today and the stadium was empty. He would say "oh OK". Then he'd look over at the stadium, and start to cry "I want to go to the game". He was a hard core cougar fan at age 18 months. His nursery teacher said she would have to pull him out of the window because he would stand there crying and staring at the stadium with "I want to go to the game".
When we moved up north I took the boys to Utah games every now and then with me.
I thought when Suzi were living in Layton that I would be doing that often. However, life took a little turn and put us in Lodi. We love living in Lodi, however too bad Utah wasn't a little closer. Or how about I was richer so we could fly out PRN.
Wednesday, December 20, 2006
Tuesday, December 12, 2006
I have some neighbors who I absolutely adore. Kenji and Terri, a couple in their 80’s who have raised their kids here in the neighborhood. They have been living here in the same neighborhood since they were kids, except for the years that Kenji and Terri’s families spent in the internment camp during World War II. Kenji’s dad use to grow grapes right here in the neighborhood before it was developed.
Over the last year Kenji has been struggling with Kidney problems. There was a stretch of months where I didn’t see Kenji out much. He was pretty much laid up in bed.
I was out working in my yard this weekend, and my tiny, sick 85 year old friend Kenji rode by on his bike. His bike is half his height. He hollered “Hi Sean!” as he took one hand off his handle bar to wave.
He looked like a kid in the candy store. He was having a blast. I must admit when I looked up and saw him I immediately panicked. He’s always been very fit, but he still moves a little slowly these days. I thought about what would happen if he ran into the car coming toward him that he wasn’t paying attention too. Fortunately after he stopped waving he saw it, yelled “whoa” and steered his bike back over to his side of the road. I just about passed out. He then continued to ride around the neighborhood grinning ear to ear for a good 30 minutes.
The following day Kenji’s wife Terri asked my wife Suzi if she saw Kenji out riding his bike. Terri asked the question with a tone that indicated that Kenji was going to get in trouble. My wife said yes, but included that he looked like he was having “fun” hoping that would spared him somehow from Terri’s not so terrible wrath. Terri really is an absolute angel, and she was just worried about her Kenji.
Terri then told Suzi that he wasn’t supposed to be riding his bike. She reminded Suzi that he’s having Kidney problem’s, he’s lost 20 pounds on his thin 5’5” frame, is extremely low on energy, and if he took a spill it could do some serious damage.
Terri had noticed Kenji’s bike wasn’t where it was suppose to be when she had got home from a baby shower. Apparently he had decided he was going to sneak in a bike ride while his wife was away.
I love everything about that story, and there about a thousand reasons to share it with you. I share it with you for a couple reasons.
The first reason was to remind us all to enjoy the simple things in life. Life is made up of millions and millions of simple moments highlighted by a few high moments, and some low moments. Work is like any other part of life, full of simple moments. Enjoy them, make the most of them, find joy in what you do; making life better for others and do it passionately like Kenji. If you make the most of your simple moments at work I believe you will find many great high moments hidden among the simple moments. You will be an instrument in creating them.
The second reason was to remind us of how blessed we really are. We enjoy good health, we enjoy good jobs, we enjoy a great company, and great co-workers. Capitalize on your good fortune. Make more good fortune by working hard, and by working smart.
Kenji has had a many hardships growing up here, and is facing many in front of him but lives life knowing he is blessed.
Monday, December 11, 2006
I've been reading/watching how the in the news media it seems to me that they have stated in just about every article I have read about Mitt Romney that he is unelectable due to the fact he is Mormon.
Seems the only people with hang ups of that sort are the media.
Tuesday, December 05, 2006
Drives me nuts. And don't go blaming this on me. Save it. That's just crazy talk to try and blame it on me. That's what that is crazy talk.
However, due to it's difficulty to reach, I was unable to remove it from my home. I'm just a wee bit afraid of heights. After getting ready everyday the first thing I would see as I came down my stair case was that light staring at me. It was like it was taunting me; "look at me I'm still hanging here, and whatcha gonna do about it?".
Oh, I just wanted to jump up grab it and swing on it until it popped out of the ceiling.
When we first moved into the house I must admit that it had many more "crystals", as though that might have added some type of charm to that hanging piece of lighted poo.
I came home from work and found a football stuck up in the lamp. So I asked the boys how in the heck that ball got stuck up there. Apparently the kids used to throw things at the light to knock the crystals from the light. Then crystals were diamonds,and the girls would fashion them into some type of jewelry.
Well we finally found a nice light to replace the old light. It got hung, and I think it looks great.
However, something odd has happened. I see the old foe who use to greet me every day, the old foe that took punishing blow with footballs, broomsticks, and other object to steal it's prized gems. The old foe who made me cringe every time I turned it on and was only greeted with a tiny bit of light, and I feel sad to see it siting in a box in my front room ready to be tossed in the garbage.
I have decided to send it out of our house in a glorious Kelly fashion. Suzi, and I are deep in planning to decide whose front yard tree this lamp will soon grace. Once we get it hung with care pictures will follow on the blog. As long as there is trash, there will always be yard trashing.
Sunday, December 03, 2006
Saturday, December 02, 2006
I don't know what came over my wife but she started writing on the walls.
We ate with Doug, Angie, Raul, Steff, and Alex.
The Lodi gang: Sean, Suzi, Patrick, Sam, Hannah, and Georgia.
Of course the boys are going to want to do what Mom is doing. Sam's brick is in red on the top. Patrick's brick in in red on the bottom.
Friday, December 01, 2006
When I moved to Utah my truck broke down a couple of days after I arrived. I remember driving into the Salt Lake Valley. My little Dotsun pickup was going about 35 mph as I flew past tooele on I-80. When I arrived at my new basement apartment I had less than $100 after paying for my first months rent and deposit. I certainly didn't have enough money to pay to get my truck fixed. FYI, that truck never ran again.
I worked at those two places until Suzi, and I got married.
That's my beautiful one there on the end of the bench next to the gaurd rail.
She sure did do a lot of trash talking there at the Utah vs. BYU football game for one sitting so high and close to the rail.
She came into my office a bit ago and put down the kitchen garbage can. "I'm not taking out the garbage" she said and walked away. Clearly it was full. I said as she walked away laughing "I don't know why you told me, you've got two boys".
Patrick happened to walk by a less than 30 seconds later, and of course he was assigned the task of taking it out. Appearently I wasn't clear with the instructions. I said "Patrick get that garbage out of here."
He interpreted that as most 11 year old boys would. He picked it up, walked it back to the KITCHEN, and put it away.....full.
I guess I have be real clear. FYI, he did take it out without complaint when asked correctly.