I will have you know that this photo came at a great personal cost, that is about 1 year of my life. This photo was taken near the transformer on the corner of my father's property. If he will remember, he must have thrown a spent spray can on the dirt slope near there. Well apparently it had enough propellant in it to make a good little hissing noise as I stepped on it while preparing to send him this photo. So picture it, me fully dressed in my suit (on my way home from Stake Conference) I had just taken this photo and was bringing up my email to send it to him and I hear this hissing sound under my feet. Needless to say my feet next touched the ground about 10 feet away and 6 feet lower in elevation. It was all very involuntary, I heard the hiss, my brain said, "You've just stepped on a snake. Idiot!", then I remembered I couldn't fly either. But I did manage to hold on to my phone.
Saturday, September 10, 2011
City Cleanup Off To A Troubled Start
So the city hit the Mossman neighborhood like gang busters this morning and their first act of official business was to knock over a telephone pole on Valentina. Apparently the boon arm on one of the city trucks caught a Comcast line which spans Valentina; likely under height, and pulled the pole on the East side of Valentina to the South.
Monday, September 5, 2011
Scripture Talk
Good times! Got to talk scripts with Uncle Doug, dad, and my brother. Bet you wish you where here. It is nice to have a group to hash over Scriptures. Ah, good.
Friday, September 2, 2011
Tuesday, August 30, 2011
You Hurt My Heart
So there I was, standing at the end of the bed in my room when Nathan, still out of sight in the bathroom, declared that he was sad. Then he walked into the bedroom, looked at me and said, "You hurt my heart!" I was stunned and not quite sure I heard correctly I asked, "What?" he then said, "Daddy, you hurt my heart!" I quickly attempted to discover what I had done wrong as I had been only an observer to his situation at this point. But it soon became clear he was expressing to me his dissatisfaction at my lack of involvement. To which he then learned of his dissatisfaction of my involvement.








