tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-71311648036006105682024-02-21T04:27:26.475-07:00Impossible is NothingThe successes and struggles of the Jerel & Camille Campbell familyCamillehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16722292342983731014noreply@blogger.comBlogger206125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7131164803600610568.post-34916966284906995312013-11-03T20:00:00.000-07:002013-11-07T11:40:32.379-07:00Weekly updateRyder is totally potty trained except for wiping his own bottom. Well, the other day I was wiping him and I said, “Pretty soon you’ll be old enough to wipe your own bottom.” Ryder responded with, “Woah, I can’t do that!”<br /><br />Earlier this week Ryder had a friend, Owen Thomas over to play. While they were playing upstairs, I heard a loud noise/bang. As I was on my way upstairs to investigate, I heard one of them yell from the play room, "Don't worry, we'll clean it up."<br /><br />Conversation with Ryder the day after Halloween:<br />Me: "Ryder, if you want a piece of candy you have to eat lunch first."<br />Ryder: "I already had one."<br />Me: (Thinking to myself) "Yah, who am I fooling here....?"<br /><br />Ryder was licking the ranch dressing (from pizza) off his fingers. I told him to use a napkin instead. He said, “No, I can just do this.” And then he proceeded to continue to lick all the ranch off of his fingers.<br /><br />I was getting ready to go on an errand, and I told Ryder to get ready and put his shoes on. He looked at me and said, “You can’t go in your toes, that’s CRAZY!” (I was barefoot.)<br /><br />When we were carving pumpkins for Family Home Evening he kept saying over and over, “That’s nasty!” or “Well, well, well, what we’ve got here!!”<br /><br />Ryder just came down to tattle on Trevor about something. Trevor was supposed to be changing and he started playing with Legos instead. So Ryder came down and told dad, “Trevor is playing with Legos.” So dad yelled upstairs, “Trev.” And Ryder then said to your dad, “You’re going to have to go upstairs.” (It turns out Ryder tried to “discipline” Trevor and smashed his legos, so Trevor hit him. But the funny, or not so funny thing, is when Ryder said, “When I smashed them he cried.”)<br /><br />The other day he wanted to play a game on the Ipad. He very matter of fact told me, “I’m going to play Jet Pack…I’m going to die.”<br /><br />The week started off with our spooky dinner. It turned out so good! I loved it. I definitely can’t wait to have this be an annual tradition. After the spooky dinner we read some books that had glow in the dark pages. We kept the lights turned off and we all shined our lights on the page with flashlights to “activate” the page, then we’d turn the flashlight off to see it glow. I loved it. Tanner even complimented me and thanked me for all the hard work that I spent putting it all together. He also thanked me for decorating the house. That made me so happy. JWe also got news that President Craig Olson passed away after a long battle with colon cancer. He served as a counselor to President Don Evans in the Mountain View Stake Presidency a few years ago. That was when President Cowan was the other counselor. This week was crazy busy so I was really glad that Coach Callison cancelled all evening wrestling practices for Tanner.<br /><br />Monday our Suburban didn’t start AGAIN. I politely called the dealership and told them that the starter that they had just replaced last month never sounded right, seemed to be having problems last week, and now my car wouldn’t start at all that morning. They thought it was my battery. So over the next 2 days, your dad took the battery out, and took it in to be tested. Sure enough, the battery was completely dead. Much to our dismay, the 3 year battery that we bought was just 2 months out of the 3 year warranty. We are just so lucky, aren’t we? So we put in the new battery, and I still felt like the starter didn’t sound right. Well, I was right!! (I’m not happy I was right.) The Suburban didn’t start again Saturday morning. I’m so frustrated by this whole thing. So now I get to call them again tomorrow. Now we’ve had all 3 cars in the shop about 5 times in the last 2 months. UGH! On a good note, I got to take a meal into a new sister in our ward with Amy Rasmussen on Monday night. Her name is Jessica Barker. They moved in by the Thomas family. They have expressed more than once how friendly they feel our ward is. They told the bishopric that if they didn’t come to church in their last ward, no one would notice. Well, if they don’t come to church here, people always drop by to visit them…people know them! J She just had a baby and her husband is out of town with work for the next couple months, and she has had some health problems. So we have been going in to help a lot. She commented to me that when her daughter didn’t go to mutual to stay home and help her, that Sister Klepinger came right over to bring stuff by. I love that! Mondays are always busy as Trevor also has piano and football practice. Monday night we carved pumpkins for FHE. We did a bat and Jango Fett from Star Wars.<br /><br />Tuesday Ryder had Owen Thomas come over to play and they had a great great time!! They got along famously and laughed the whole time. I also had a “Review of Existing Data” meeting at Ryder’s speech therapy preschool at Entz. Basically I met with the teacher, speech therapist and a regular teacher at the school. We discussed his goals and his progress so far. They basically said he is doing awesome and will probably be graduated from the program (kicked out) this month. They are going to re-evaluate him in the next couple weeks, but I don’t think it’s going to change their mind. And to be honest, even though he’s still pretty behind, he’s doing really well. He’s got a lot of vocabulary, but right now struggles with comprehension of what he’s saying. With a lot of work, that will come. We just have to stay on him. There are test results now that say that speech delayed kids typically struggle in school later on. I’m a little worried about what to do with him for the rest of the school year, but I’m just going to keep asking around. It will be good for him to be around “typical talkers” anyways. Trevor also had football practice. Your dad taught his class at MCC as usual. On a sad note, we got news that morning that Brother George Kiene passed away. We will miss him so much. And my heart just aches for sweet, sweet Karen.<br /><br />Wednesday, Trevor had his first Battle of the Books competition. He did well. His team only missed one question and is tied for 2nd place right now. The team in 1st place didn’t miss any questions. I was very proud of how well his team did. He conferred with his team each time and they seemed very confident on every answer (except the one they missed). Ryder also had his regular music class. He got to dress up in his Halloween costume…which he loved! He is a fireman this year. Then he went to a friend’s house, Landon Broadbent, to play some more. This was great for me because I was able to finish up your Christmas package and get it mailed off. I have been working like a crazy person for the last couple days to get the last couple things I needed and mailed off so you would have it in time. The shipping place said I needed to have it mailed by the end of October to get to you in time for Christmas. I was totally awesome and got it ALL DONE!! I even sent presents for your companion. I didn’t know if you would have the same one or not, but I couldn’t handle your companion (whomever it might be) not possibly getting anything, so I sent pretty much 2 of everything. You will see it labeled simply “Elder” in the box. That night for mutual and scouts Tanner, Trevor and your dad went to the stake center to watch a special broadcast about the church doing scouting for 100 years. I haven’t watched it, but I have heard from several people, including your dad, that it was amazing. There was even a musical number about “Mom got the Eagle but they gave me the badge” or something like that. I am proud to say that my three Eagles I think worked very hard for their badges. You boys were awesome, worked hard and learned a lot. I recorded it off of BYUTV to watch. Tanner left a little early to pass out fliers for the ward chili cookoff on Saturday.<br /><br />Thursday was Halloween. The Spuhlers have a neighborhood party every year with popcorn, snow cones, hot dogs, games, a bouncer, etc. They put fliers on every house in the ward boundaries about it. So we started off with going to that. I also dressed up and was very proud of my costume. I dressed up like Flo from Progessive Insurance. I pulled the costume off very well if I do say so myself. I even had the bright red lipstick and blue headband. (I do think I need a wider headband though.) Trevor went as a gladiator (Tanner’s old costume), and Ryder was a fireman again. Dad couldn’t come with us because he had to teach his class. Ryder had such a great time in the bouncer with his friends Calvin and Landon. He did NOT want to leave. While we were at the party Trevor left with Sister Thomas to go meet up with Clayton and some other friends in the Triana neighborhood. He hung out at their neighborhood party for a while and then they trick or treated for a long time. They ended up at our house with a TON of candy. They weighed it to see how much. Trevor had 5 lbs. 10 oz. Clayton had just under 5 lbs. I don’t know how Trevor ended up with so much. Tanner met us at the Spuhlers and watched Ryder so I could visit. What a good son. When Ryder wanted a drink, we left to go to Bishops. You have to pay for hot dogs and drinks at the Spuhlers party. (It’s a donation thing really.) But at Bishop Goodman’s house they BBQ hot dogs and hamburgers and have homemade root beer for everyone that comes by trick or treating. What a treat that was! That was yummy! Then when we got home, I took Ryder trick or treating while Tanner handed out candy. We finished up about the time your dad got home. Ryder was so cute. At first he tried to give people candy back when they gave him some. But it didn’t take him long to get the hang of it. He was very good and always said “thank you.” We ended up going with Brylee and Sister Palmer and that was fun. We started out with the Krummenacher’s neighborhood and Ryder’s bucket was completely full. So we dumped out his bucket and went up and down out street. I can’t believe how he didn’t get tired. We didn’t have as many trick or treaters as usual so we had a ton of candy leftover. Brent Spencer dressed up like Fred from Scooby Doo. On my goodness, you should have seen the wig he was wearing. It was awesome. He looked hilarious! Pam said that’s why she married him, because he used to have hair like that. Haha Tanner went to a party that night with some friends. He had a great time. He didn’t dress up like last week.<br /><br />Friday I went to the temple to do initiatories. I made a commitment to go to the temple weekly. I also committed to read the Book of Mormon by the end of the year. After school, I ran some errands with Tanner. We went to the mall to get him some jeans and get me a new watch battery. We also went to the library and to Costco to get your new glasses. I’m so bummed they didn’t make it into your last package. Tanner also had a little “discussion” with me about how he doesn’t like to drive with me because I “freak out.” I told him that he needed to be more teachable when I correct him like his brothers were, especially Chase. So he got upset and called Dad. Dad told him that both his brothers said I was harder to drive with but they learned to deal with it and that if I wanted to drive that he better learn to deal with it too. Sorry. Later that night, we hung out here at home while Tanner, Nate and their friend Kyle went to some haunted houses at Fiesta Mall. They met this really creepy guy that really freaked out Nate. In fact, to quote Nate, “That was scarier than the haunted houses!” The story is so funny to hear him tell it. I will have Tanner write you and tell you what happened. Your dad and I stayed home and watched a movie, “42” about Jackie Robinson, the first black player in Major League baseball. It was so inspirational.<br /><br />Saturday, your dad and I both went to the gym. I went to Brent’s spinning class and then ran a mile on the treadmill. I hadn’t been to the gym all week, so it was good to get back there. Your dad works out at Fitness Works now. He runs up to the gym (approx. 4 miles), lifts weights, and then runs back. We then went to Trevor’s flag football game. They won 51 to 0. It was their first win. It was good for them to play so well. Last week they lost by 2. We then came home and did some jobs and got ready for the chili cookoff. We also got to google hangout/chat with Jordan for about an hour. Tanner told him about our “conversation about driving” and he basically confirmed what Dad said. That I “hold the roof and brake on my side,” but that you just deal with it. Was I really that bad? Jordan seems to be doing okay. He says he is doing pretty good in his classes. He goes to a lot of parties.<br /><br />My friend, Angela, that I knew from BYU, who lives in Washington DC is thinking about moving here. She came here this weekend to check things out and had Matt Winters show her around some houses for sale. So I went to look at some houses with her and Matt. Later we all went to the chili cookoff. It was a huge success. I invited several people from the neighborhood. Leah Boyd and her daughter Regina and her husband Eddie came. Eddie came, helped Daniel Palmer set up the lights in the park and even made chili. On a good note, one of the neighbors came up to me and said, “Hey I need to come to one of your ladies meetings. I haven’t been able to come the last couple times you’ve invited me.” Bonus!! And also, it seemed that there were a lot of non-members from elsewhere in the ward. We had a fishing booth, cupcake walk, snow cones, cotton candy, train rides, etc. My friend who came brought her 2 kids. Her son has autism and is a little odd sometimes. But he came up to her and said, “I want to move to this ward, everyone is so nice.” Tanner went to another Halloween party with Nate and friends so your dad and I just hung out and watched another movie, “World War Z.” I’ve decided that we are going out on a real date next and Tanner needs to babysit! J We actually could have on Saturday, but I was really tired.<br /><br />Church today was so great. Kim Hale (Dallin Hale’s dad) was called to be an advisor in the Teacher’s Quorum. Tanner seems excited about that. Tanner also got 2 new Sunday School teachers. He was REALLY excited about that. He has had Sister Rivington every year. Don’t get me wrong, she is great and he has liked her. But he was ready for a change. His new teachers are Zach Martin (newly returned missionary) and Jake Heywood (Valerie Goodman’s husband and Shey Heywood’s brother). I always love fast and testimony meeting. Your dad bore a beautiful testimony about how he knows Heavenly Father loves us and wants us to be happy. Then Sister Kiene got up and bore her testimony. She just wept. She said that she “didn’t know it would be so hard” for George to be gone. He has had dementia for a while and so she has mourned him “being gone” for a while now. She also said that with her knowledge of the plan of salvation that she didn’t realize how hard it would be. But she said it is still so hard. And then she apologized to all of us for crying in her sweet “Sister Kiene” way. I think she gave all of us about 10 hugs each today. Then Brother Shaun Allen got up and talked about how his dad had passed away Friday night. We had no idea. He had been joking with us and helping out so much at the chili cookoff on Saturday, I had no idea that pain he was in. He just wept and was sweet as he talked about how grateful he was for the gospel. He said if Sister Kiene didn’t have the gospel in her life that he could imagine her still in a church somewhere. But he said he was so grateful for being born in the covenant—being born in the church. He said he was fearful of what his life would be without the gospel. He doesn’t know if he would be married or have kids. He said he didn’t think you would find him in a church because of the “selfish” person he could be. It was so beautiful to hear him express how grateful he was for the covenants his parents had made and for the plan of salvation. And one other thing, I don’t remember who shared it, but I loved it. They said we need to remember that we can get through trials no matter what they are because Heavenly Father and Jesus Christ are there helping us along the way. It reminded me of a scripture that Elder McGrath shared on facebook earlier this week: "Fear thou not; for I am with thee: be not dismayed; for I am thy God: I will strengthen thee; yea, I will help thee; yea, I will uphold thee with the right hand of my righteousness." (Isaiah 41:10)<br /><br />I also helped substitute in Sunbeams today. When I was coloring with them after the lesson, Andi McDowell told me, “My picture is better than yours.” I told her that I thought both of our pictures looked good. Her response to that was, “Mmmm, no, I think mine is better.” Another funny story is that we made “shakers” because the lesson was on music. We talked about how music can make us happy and how music shows Heavenly Father we love him. Jenna Van Leuven taught it and she brought cups, filled them with noodles and then we just put a lid of sorts over the top. We then shook them in class as we sang songs. After class Maycie Rasmussen ran down the hall and yelled to Amy “Mom, I made a cup of noodles.” I explained that it was a music shaker. So hilarious!Jerelhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01980432450662440475noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7131164803600610568.post-21091753972304893502011-11-01T07:39:00.000-07:002011-11-03T10:54:43.333-07:00Bike AccidentAs some of you know, I started riding a bike for recreational purposes about a year ago. It has been a great way to exercise and I have enjoyed learning all about cycling. I have a good friend, Craig Schafer, who has been riding bikes for many years. He has been a real friend in helping me to know what equipment to purchase and teaching me the rules and etiquette of cycling. However, on the morning of August 5, 2011, Craig was not able to ride so I decided to head out by myself. I left the house before 5 am and rode a few miles away where another group of riders usually meets up. No one was there and after waiting for 5 minutes or so, I decided to just go by myself.<br />
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The route I choose to ride had a bike lane and always had other cyclists. I saw lots of other riders; however, I didn't hook up with any groups preferring to ride solo and push myself through my workout. After a good workout of about 30 miles, I was heading home around 6:30 am feeling good about my decision to ride even though I had to go it alone. I was riding past a large Boeing plant that frequently had lots of morning traffic as workers hurried to their job. I am always careful in this area because cars are often moving into the bike lane as they make their turn into the parking lot. I was headed west bound and I noticed a car in the east bound left turn lane and I supposed they were waiting for myself and possibly other traffic to clear before turning. I was traveling about 22-23 mph and the car suddenly turned right in front of me. I didn't have much time to react but I recall yelling loudly and slamming on my brakes. I was able to stop a few feet short of the car but my momentum threw me over my handlebars and I slammed into the right front part of the vehicle. My left leg landed in front of the right front tire and the tire went over my leg. As soon as my leg was free, I pulled back from the car and laid down on the street. I felt excruciating pain in my right shoulder area and my left leg and I think I was pretty vocal about the pain I was feeling.<br />
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The driver of the car stopped immediately and got out of his car to check on me. He called 911 and then apologized for not seeing me. Soon other people were on the scene including other cyclists who stopped to offer assistance. Someone asked if there was anyone they could call for me. I asked them to call Camille although I knew she would be very worried getting this phone call. The paramedics arrived soon and began to assess my situation. They took one look at my shoulder and knew something was not right. They put on a neck brace and strapped me to a board (which is very uncomfortable by the way). Camille arrived just as they were loading me into the ambulance. She was able to see me for a second before we headed for the hospital. I remember asking her to check on my bike and to see if the driver was cited by the police.<br />
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At the hospital, we spent a lot of time waiting for doctors, taking x-rays, having an MRI, and a myriad of other things that were deemed necessary to find out what was wrong. They determined that I had separated my right shoulder (a few days later, the orthopedic surgeon diagnosed it as a 3rd degree separation) and had some soft tissue damage on my lower right back, and some road rash and bruising on my left leg. They sent me home with some good pain medication and told me to see an orthopedic doctor in a couple days. While at the hospital, Craig stopped by to pay me a visit. I could tell he felt bad about not being with me on the ride but it probably wouldn't have made any difference. He called a friend and they were able to give me a priesthood blessing before I left the hospital.<br />
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My bike took a few hundred dollars to repair. In addition, the doctors at the hospital cut off my riding bibs and jersey and my helmet was slightly damaged. Fortunately,<br />
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My recovery has been much better than expected. I heard from some that recovery was extremely difficult and painful but my experience was as good as could be expected. I only took one pain pill after leaving the hospital and I had my arm out of the sling within a couple days. The shoulder was sore and my mobility was limited but I had very little pain and recovered fairly quickly. I couldn't run for several weeks and I didn't get back on my bike for a couple months but all things considered, the accident could have been much worse, my injuries could have been much worse, and my recovery could have been much more difficult. I believe the priesthood blessing I received directly aided in my recovery and limited the amount of pain I had to endure. Although I would prefer to not experience an accident such as this, I believe I was watched over and protected so as to be able to accomplish other things in my life.Jerelhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01980432450662440475noreply@blogger.com3Mesa, AZ 85205, USA33.4335164 -111.725693633.4070139 -111.7651756 33.4600189 -111.6862116tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7131164803600610568.post-47840026245703628792011-07-17T19:01:00.000-07:002011-07-17T19:01:57.643-07:00Tender Mercies<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">A few weeks ago (June 18th), I had the opportunity to hike Mt Humphreys with Tanner, my brother Shad, and my nephew Riley. I had talked about doing this hike several times over the past few years but had never actually gotten it done so I was grateful that my brother Shad invited me to come along. I really love the outdoors and this hike was a reminder of how much I have missed backpacking the past couple years. We left Mesa at 6 am so we could get to the trialhead in Flagstaff at a decent time and begin hiking. I think we started hiking around 9:30. The weather was perfect - a little cool but not cold.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEguBuHxt8VGZ5t1RG6tfcJu_nporj8OxuRdl4Era4ehQWiIfJiY2b0OqniCgmLyJWo1vniLDjYoy63r-coPb9ZtIdDdRzwU1iG16SzWKaTcKkQJI7Sr0Ncq1hMb6vufvx7Zw52o7FDHjRE/s1600/IMG_20110618_092453.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="240" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEguBuHxt8VGZ5t1RG6tfcJu_nporj8OxuRdl4Era4ehQWiIfJiY2b0OqniCgmLyJWo1vniLDjYoy63r-coPb9ZtIdDdRzwU1iG16SzWKaTcKkQJI7Sr0Ncq1hMb6vufvx7Zw52o7FDHjRE/s320/IMG_20110618_092453.jpg" width="320" /></a></div>Here are Tanner and I at the trail head - 9.6 miles round trip with a beginning elevation of 9,300 and ending at the summit with an elevation of 12,633.<br />
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</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">Although downhill, the hike back to the trail head was challenging and required you to pay attention to all the rocks and tree roots in the trail. At one point, our group got off the main trail. As we made our way back to the trail, we had to descend a steep area that was covered in loose rocks and sand. My footing slipped and I reached my hands back to catch myself. In the process, the back of my head smacked a large boulder. As I sat down on the ground with my head spinning, blood began to run over my head. My brother began to get out his first aid kit when up the mountain came another hiker. He came upon us within a minute of the accident and he immediately started to assess the situation. None of us had seen this guy before so my brother started to question him by asking if he was a doctor. He said that he was a nurse and that he was a volunteer with the forest service. He and my brother cleaned the wound on my head, applied pressure to stop the bleeding, and bandaged it so I could continue down the mountain.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">Later as I pondered about this experience, I felt very blessed that my brother had packed an excellent first aid kit and that a skilled nurse had happened upon us almost immediately. This experienced reminded me once again of the tender mercies of my Heavenly Father and how He is constantly aware of me and my needs. Although my injuries were minor, I was watched over and my needs were met allowing me to continue on my hike and enjoy the day with my family. This has happened repeatedly during the course of my life. I feel like the Jaredites did as recorded in Ether 6:12 - "...And when they had set their feet upon the shores of the promised land they bowed themselves down upon the face of the land, and did humble themselves before the Lord, and did shed tears of joy before the Lord, because of the multitude of his tender mercies over them."</div>Jerelhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01980432450662440475noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7131164803600610568.post-81185228947576866542011-06-07T07:22:00.000-07:002011-06-07T07:22:02.642-07:00Summertime<div class="" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">Another busy week as we transition from school schedule to summer schedule. Here's an update on where everyone's at these days.</div><div class="" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br />
</div><div class="" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">Chase is quickly becoming very independent and feels he needs his parents less and less. We are glad that he's such a good and responsible young man and he continues to make good choices in his life. He just completed the 11th grade and was able to attend Prom with a young lady from our ward. He enjoys singing in the choir and was accepted into the Chorale Choir for next year (nice job Chase!). We were able to attend the Rock 'N Roll concert that the music department held a few weeks back and all the choirs did a great job. It was a fun evening with lots of fun music and dancing. Chase is currently occupied with studying for the ACT test which he will take in a week. He starts training this week for his lifeguard job at Big Surf water park (the job starts the following week so long as he passes the training). He was also recently called to serve as the 1st assistant in the Priest's Quorum at church.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhfLj4PQu3hfXery7Ll1r2X5GIk09A5hYRICF5Mftk3p_8RqzPDdle-TuOEHbDpUkhPiVx_1-c5Ma8q399Gv_Vez3oizk3Pot6nIQmEXFyY063NFp1TKGHFzNIRLSYRnDY_jOaHn7rME_U/s1600/DSC05770.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="240" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhfLj4PQu3hfXery7Ll1r2X5GIk09A5hYRICF5Mftk3p_8RqzPDdle-TuOEHbDpUkhPiVx_1-c5Ma8q399Gv_Vez3oizk3Pot6nIQmEXFyY063NFp1TKGHFzNIRLSYRnDY_jOaHn7rME_U/s320/DSC05770.JPG" width="320" /></a><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjLbH8BxpCDRYrOL9zDv4nkkwP8Xtp-Lk4O_7Y5tT4-TXhKF6dk9J4yzdNlgusr3kj4KiaJAaJayM27r-Dp3IMnxCRUDv9-TaJo0Psw7m4Dhe7Sx55nnGpaSAWGX3rG1qino5-Yy90qMrs/s1600/DSC05925.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="240" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjLbH8BxpCDRYrOL9zDv4nkkwP8Xtp-Lk4O_7Y5tT4-TXhKF6dk9J4yzdNlgusr3kj4KiaJAaJayM27r-Dp3IMnxCRUDv9-TaJo0Psw7m4Dhe7Sx55nnGpaSAWGX3rG1qino5-Yy90qMrs/s320/DSC05925.JPG" width="320" /></a></div><div class="" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br />
</div><div class="" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">Jordan has started early morning football practice as he prepares for his first year playing for the high school team. He has practice every day at 5:30 am and then he had an additional football camp that he attended at another high school for 3 evenings. He has been pretty sore from lifting weights and doing lots of cardio work but he seems to be enjoying being a part of the team. As a sophomore, Jordan was in choir for the first time this year and learned a lot about singing. He was reluctant to take choir but I think he really enjoyed it (not sure he will admit it though). So much so that he decided to take choir again next year! He participated in the Rock 'N Roll concert as well and did a great job. Jordan continues to be a voracious reader, devouring books whenever he can. He is a very attentive older brother to Ryder and loves to spend time tending to his every need (explains why Ryder is spoiled beyond belief).</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjc4XdREpYGX_ayCQJ4j53OePduVXay8XfewdoxkSyhhnWXb9Yaka_Xj5JQWGjzNzrtliqSJfYqAs6M29_tqldrU_jkZHcZWj4u-vc9iffmvuyH0xf1L_m66Fi-SuB1biFUwKMaZ8i0RLw/s1600/DSC05956.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="240" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjc4XdREpYGX_ayCQJ4j53OePduVXay8XfewdoxkSyhhnWXb9Yaka_Xj5JQWGjzNzrtliqSJfYqAs6M29_tqldrU_jkZHcZWj4u-vc9iffmvuyH0xf1L_m66Fi-SuB1biFUwKMaZ8i0RLw/s320/DSC05956.JPG" width="320" /></a></div><div class="" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br />
</div><div class="" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">Since completing the 7th grade in Jr. High, Tanner has been very busy with friends and parties. Seems like he is always off going somewhere with some group of kids. Fortunately, he runs with a good group of kids and they all keep each other in line. He continues to grow like a weed and we have trouble keeping him in clothes and shoes that fit him. He is now taller than Camille and Chase with no sign of stopping. Tanner just completed his first season of Juniors baseball in Little League. This was his first time playing on a regulation size field and he adjusted well. His team had a great season although they didn't fare well in the end of season tournament. This week, Tanner is beginning a 2 week baseball hitting camp with one of his friends and he has been exploring the option of club baseball. Tanner has continued his creative ways - some of his creations rival McGyver. He received several different styles of duct tape as a present and has found many different things to make including wallets and shoes. He also is starting a Junior Lifeguarding program next week with the city pools.</div><div class="" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br />
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Ryder is such a joy and a blessing to our family. He is adored by his brothers and as mentioned before, completely spoiled. He is finally starting to get some teeth which has slowed his appetite somewhat but he continues to be a happy, loving toddler. He LOVES to be outside - just mention the word "outside" and he lights up. He loves shooting hoops, feeding rocks to the dogs, playing in his car and on his slide, splashing in the dog's water dish, anything outside! Sometimes he will press his face up to the back door like he wants to come in but if you open the door, he squeals and runs away inviting you to follow and play. He will spend hours outside pausing only for a few moments to get a drink of water.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"> <a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhfMPWA4Fs7ExgtHAiIgpvPzkrIt0UztUlU5rtxKjVOHUjoBGNlfBrr_VAu5dzbMD9AeCZHMddmA7rpyPynxYGYaLSFwDHven0IIPitL7p_dgaTZK2-wDn4DitDV321q0_ChOPDePHW8Io/s1600/DSC06157.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="240" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhfMPWA4Fs7ExgtHAiIgpvPzkrIt0UztUlU5rtxKjVOHUjoBGNlfBrr_VAu5dzbMD9AeCZHMddmA7rpyPynxYGYaLSFwDHven0IIPitL7p_dgaTZK2-wDn4DitDV321q0_ChOPDePHW8Io/s320/DSC06157.JPG" width="320" /></a></div><div class="" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">He sometimes get confused when feeding the dogs a bisquit - "Do I eat this?"</div><br />
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Here's his basketball shooting form. We're going to have to work on this!<br />
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Camille and I spend most of our time just trying to keep up with all the events mentioned above. Camille is an angel to put up with all the testosterone in our home. She is great at teaching our kids about the details that I often forget (like that tan and gray don't match). She is the chorister in Primary and does a fabulous job. Her love for music and for the children is very evident as she teaches songs each week. She rarely misses a day at the gym, she loves her book clubs and her bunko group, but she always puts us first and we would certainly be lost without her. She was able to attend Women's Conference at BYU this year with some friends and with Suzanne. She had a great time and I'm sure it was a nice break from the boys.<br />
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Many of my entries revolved around my daily activities and the results of various sporting events in which I had either participated or viewed. I do have some entries that contain who I had a crush on that week and an admission or two of some of my youthful indiscretions. I have read much of my previous entries and the only knowledge I can glean is...on second thought, maybe not.<br />
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As a full-time missionary, I believe I improved not only the consistency of my journal writing, but also the content of my entries. Writing a journal became something different - it was more about how keeping a journal helped my development and less about how my writings would help someone else. My journal writing provided a private way to express my feelings and frustrations, to discover and expand my character, and to give substance to my dreams. I continued my journal writing after my mission while I attended undergraduate and graduate school. Gradually, I wrote less and less, sometimes going several months between entries. As the frequency became less and less, I found that the content of my writing became more of the travel log of my youth. Sometimes I would convince myself that I didn't have time to write since it would involve trying to "catch-up" with all the daily happenings. Several years ago, some of my journal writing was entered in this blog as an electronic history of my life and that of my family. But the past couple years, my journal writing has been virtually nonexistent. My time has been occupied by work, family, church, hobbies, media distractions, and a host of other demands.<br />
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As my children reached an appropriate age, my wife and I encouraged them to keep a journal. In fact, similar to my own upbringing, we included "Write in your journal" on their list of Sunday duties. Some weeks it is a pleasant experience as they write about the happenings of the week but often it is a struggle as we enforce the rule and try to help them see the value in journal writing. For several months now, my older children have complained about their journal writing and vocally questioned why they should be required to write when I neglected this supposed important duty. I always had a excuse about how busy I was what with my Sunday church duties and the other demands on my time. However, it was just that - an excuse.<br />
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In addition to my kids' gentle (or not so gentle) rebuke, I was provided another reminder of my journal neglect when our high councilor spoke last week. His remarks were centered around a talk given by President Dieter F. Uchtdorf about refocusing our efforts on things that matter most. I was reminded about how many television shows and sporting events I had made time for while I neglected things that matter most to me or that should matter most to me. Journal writing is one of those neglected items.<br />
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I have recommitted myself to keeping a consistent journal. I will make sure my journal writing takes priority over things that don't matter. I know that developing this habit will benefit me and I'm hopeful that my example will help my children see the importance of this latter day commandment.Jerelhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01980432450662440475noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7131164803600610568.post-90852757167302953392010-03-10T07:42:00.000-07:002010-03-10T07:42:37.883-07:00Birthday & BaptismHard to believe but our once little Trevor turned 8 years old last month. For our family, that means two things: baptism and birthday party!! Our family tradition is to go out for dinner and the birthday boy gets to pick the location. Trevor picked one of his favorites - California Pizza Kitchen. We all had a yummy dinner and Trevor was treated to a special birthday sundae!<br />
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Trevor then participated in another family tradition where we hide his birthday gifts around the house and he has to find them. He got a little frustrated and disappointed after finding several presents (cub scout stuff and books) but not the one he was anticipating. It was all good after he discovered a new Nintendo DSi (something he had been requesting for quite some time).<br />
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<div style="text-align: left;">On February 27th, Trevor was baptized and confirmed a member of the Church of Jesus Christ of Latter-Day Saints. He has been preparing for this day for quite some time (a special shout-out to all his primary teachers) and he was excited for this event. Prior to the baptism, I was talking with a member of our stake presidency and he made a reference to the fact that this was our 4th child to be baptized. He didn't imply this but I got to thinking that some people might suppose that the experience becomes less special because we've participated in several baptisms. To the contrary, each child's baptism has been a unique experience and something that never gets old or mundane. It is a special thing to be able to perform a baptism and to help another individual partake of a saving ordinance of the gospel. I especially look forward to talking to each son after the baptism to get their perspective on what just took place. Trevor explained that he felt clean and happy. However, he was concerned that the confirmation was going to take a "long time" since he was anxious to go home. We were glad to have several family members in attendance including Grandma and Grandpa Campbell, Grandma Bonnie, Aunt Janel and Tynan, Uncle Shad, Aunt Jodi, Owen and Nya.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjzVEDGcT3sLL2Is2dvve3jfSM-VG7tua8OBMSM8ZyOBmAbl1x9GKBHHYGqX0qe3x5dQTeOFL8xeZwEOx0E6OX-4XELi6jQmd_ccSrcIQ6bT1S22IBuAUE_JpgU7zKkv-YRSQDrvNKtD3M/s1600-h/DSC08065.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em; text-align: left;"><img border="0" height="200" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjzVEDGcT3sLL2Is2dvve3jfSM-VG7tua8OBMSM8ZyOBmAbl1x9GKBHHYGqX0qe3x5dQTeOFL8xeZwEOx0E6OX-4XELi6jQmd_ccSrcIQ6bT1S22IBuAUE_JpgU7zKkv-YRSQDrvNKtD3M/s200/DSC08065.JPG" width="150" /></a></div><br />
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The following weekend, we held a birthday party for Trevor and 10 of his friends. We went to Golfland where the boys played video games, ate pizza and cake, played laser tag and finished things off with a round of minature golf. Everyone had a great time and Trevor enjoyed the attention showered on him and the fun presents everyone brought. I'm just glad these events only happen once every few years - these kids have a ton of energy (does that make me sound old?).<br />
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<div>One more check mark on the bucket list - I was able to participate in the Del Sol Ragnar Relay! The whole event was very well done and I really enjoyed getting to know the members of my team and cheering them on to success. For those that don't know, the Ragnar is 204 miles (Prescott, AZ to Mesa, AZ) and you run with a team of 12 individuals who are divided into into 2 vehicles. Each individual runs 3 legs which vary in length from 3 - 9 miles. Our team was called the Cotton-Headed Ninny Muggins (see the movie Elf) and consisted of friends of Glade and Laurie Smith who organized us into a team. I was invited to join this team because Camille and Laurie are in the same Bunko group.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhHkgF34gXz-QPW0OJtUDK4dTQfJPCUetZbml_rUD8uyaMJLMrFZKg0Q2K1BPpQyzJ9I6oZRZCckF0i2tKGbZdImqq5CvGpZfgzsv4mH-LTsDk3Vhn2iEvBi9jjt10I-hh6B6McrXwGnhQ/s1600-h/rr+start+1st+leg.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="200" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhHkgF34gXz-QPW0OJtUDK4dTQfJPCUetZbml_rUD8uyaMJLMrFZKg0Q2K1BPpQyzJ9I6oZRZCckF0i2tKGbZdImqq5CvGpZfgzsv4mH-LTsDk3Vhn2iEvBi9jjt10I-hh6B6McrXwGnhQ/s200/rr+start+1st+leg.jpg" width="150" /></a></div><div>Our team started Friday morning at 7:30 am. Thursday night, Van #1 headed to Prescott together where they stayed in a hotel. I'm told that it was a brisk 28 degrees when they woke up and it didn't get a lot warmer at the start of the race. Glade was the first runner so he got the freezing cold, early morning run. After Glade, Julie went, then Jake, Janice, Laurie, and Charlotte. Our vehicle, which had runners Jay, Dave, Janelle, Brett, myself and Kristine, left Mesa around 8:30 am or so on Friday morning since we didn't start our legs until about 1 pm.</div><br />
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div>The first van did great although they somehow didn't arrive at the end of Jake's run for 10 minutes. However, they handed off to Jay only 5-10 minutes behind schedule. Van #1 went to Wickenburg to get a shower, some food and hopefully some rest. Jay flew through his run averaging under a 7 minute mile over the 4.6 mile run. That seemed to inspire everyone and we all had good runs making up several minutes by the time we handed back to Van #1. <br />
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My run was the longest at 8.5 miles. At this point in the relay, we were on a dirt road which was great for safety and for impact on the joints but the dust from all the vehicles was a bit annoying. In addition, there were 2 washes that had running water in them. Fortunately, the race organizers allowed me to ride in the vehicle through the wash. I completed the run in 1 hour 7 minutes or about a 7:51 average. I felt good after the run knowing that I still had lots left in the tank for my next 2 runs. <br />
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After we handed off to Van #1 in Congress, AZ, we headed into Wickenburg to use the hotel rooms that Laurie reserved for our team. We ate dinner at Denny's, took a shower and crashed for a couple hours. Before long, it was time to head back out for our the leg of our run. We barely made it in time for Jay to take the exchange from Charlotte.<br />
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Towards the end of Dave's run, a runner on another team was hit by a vehicle while crossing the highway. Both our vehicle and Dave were past the accident so it didn't effect our ability to keep going but most teams were behind us when the road was closed. We continued our exchanges up to exchange point 22 which is where I was to begin my second run. The race organizers stopped all the runners at this exchange point and said we all had to drive to exchange 24 where the race director would let us know how to proceed. So my 2nd leg and Kristine's 2nd leg were cancelled. Because of the timing of these events, Van #1 was not at exchange point 24 yet. The race director determined to let the race continue beginning at exchange 24 so we decided that I would run leg 25 in place of my 2nd leg. I was not mentally prepared for this leg and I hadn't even studied the map. I had a vague idea of the length of the leg (turned out to be 8.5 miles) but no idea about the elevation.<br />
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</div><div>Earlier this summer he organized his Eagle project which was to paint all the fire hydrants in a 1 mile square block assigned by the fire department. He learned a lot about leadership and organization skills in completing this assignment. He had a great deal of support from family, friends and members of our ward - I think 65 people turned out on the Saturday of the project. In addition, he had help from his quorum prior to the project.<br />
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In October, an Eagle Court of Honor was held where Chase was awarded his Eagle Scout rank along with 2 other young men in our ward. Chase requested that his Grandpa Doug (Jerel's dad) present him his award so both Grandma and Grandpa traveled from California to be in attendance. We also had other family in attendance as well as many friends. It was a great evening but Chase's commented that his feeling was one of relief.</div><div><img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5407150436858829874" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjC64Ouxeuh3FqrWp74F1ycjlymqrPZGRe4ZmzP6_MKmQgI2-YFu-0rePF2bbgQujVGfqh4IsjTAHc9p0cq7P_-72ETVWpJfZZo-lVQNDuevr0jYudvFe-1kM-loUhhQM4m8htredWwl6CA/s200/DSC06473.JPG" style="height: 150px; width: 200px;" /></div><div><br />
</div><div>Grandpa Doug presenting Chase with his award.</div><div><img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5407150448379319282" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgOSlSBBmKDsq0Xh6BV1uHxui6SlkZFLf4bq3hwK6is74l1BkvxugyYRc2Re4Tfbh25bqzN_QSoh0W2wql906WqM2IQMrWDeMcTBg4qXQfy4VGkl8KoK3KoJrz2uRBrOsl8BVeWLBRGR4ZQ/s200/DSC06489.JPG" style="height: 150px; width: 200px;" /><img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5407150453694103570" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhT2tHhFE01jGZ19kOnmsivglQgExU8Em1JMi4efMosB9RQMVSmMP5O4MMp9kLbNd9U28f2rIvBzaIUlzIBknvgvu_tgFFVaGH35aKlgg1JhsQ5BQIoherdz-Ioqy-RSVdl4cy4ThLlpJzc/s200/DSC06490.JPG" style="height: 150px; width: 200px;" /></div><div><br />
</div><div>Proud grandparents and parents with Chase!</div><div><img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5407150460802322274" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjqwup5xg59LP28Wygu23pFwgxWYk17iVZlu7zt29cdbnpkCELr8GwMYJfGHIfOKuuN9wxbmg0TvcAXcPVbpvnswWeTv4c21v2XZmF_OJbX9J573lIDzRxAGrvr5Mx_oHI3UcGQRjIySw9I/s200/DSC06482.JPG" style="height: 150px; width: 200px;" /><img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5407150441940055042" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgLK2FcRNEXd46wjoM25DtFlOI1yKYaRuJkpDx7Xrt6-9zzSYxp-FAelGL-CoroQrScEKbKz9H4msi8Pr0va8L-QMeCheJGRRariIJBNCf5a9IwZmmnGLuqs8l6wdi86UTHx6Q4TwmbDLWv/s200/DSC06548.JPG" style="height: 150px; width: 200px;" /></div><div><br />
</div><div>(The Eagle backdrop was painted by Camille's step-dad who passed away last year--Chase's Grandpa Randy. He is a very talented artist.)</div>Anonymousnoreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7131164803600610568.post-67541044364415553842009-09-06T11:36:00.007-07:002010-10-29T12:07:46.512-07:004th of July - Heber, AZ style<div><div><div><div><div><div><div><div>As we have in past years, we headed out of town for this holiday to one of our favorite 4th of July locations - Heber, Arizona! What a great town and they put on a great celebration capped off with a fabulous fireworks display. Obviously, we head up north to escape the summer heat but we really enjoy the festivities and we always run into several friends from the valley who are also escaping the heat.</div><br />
<div></div><div>We had some great food, played some games, and just basically relaxed and enjoyed the weather.</div><div><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SGwTNhVCaDk/SqQFOMnJdhI/AAAAAAAAAgw/J9btcp0s8HU/s1600-h/DSC05596.JPG"><img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5378429596448945682" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SGwTNhVCaDk/SqQFOMnJdhI/AAAAAAAAAgw/J9btcp0s8HU/s200/DSC05596.JPG" style="height: 150px; width: 200px;" /></a><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SGwTNhVCaDk/SqQFO9UvleI/AAAAAAAAAg4/eljOT9RY1UI/s1600-h/DSC05599.JPG"><img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5378429609525089762" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SGwTNhVCaDk/SqQFO9UvleI/AAAAAAAAAg4/eljOT9RY1UI/s200/DSC05599.JPG" style="height: 150px; width: 200px;" /></a></div><div><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SGwTNhVCaDk/SqQH8UJKXjI/AAAAAAAAAhg/arW78XNs9fE/s1600-h/DSC05630.JPG"></a> </div><div>The fireworks show was fantastical (not a real word but it seems appropriate) as usual. Camille was able to capture these images.</div><div><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SGwTNhVCaDk/SqQFQG0W6DI/AAAAAAAAAhI/62g3vhWjbSo/s1600-h/DSC05603.JPG"><img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5378429629253478450" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SGwTNhVCaDk/SqQFQG0W6DI/AAAAAAAAAhI/62g3vhWjbSo/s200/DSC05603.JPG" style="cursor: hand; height: 150px; width: 200px;" /></a><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SGwTNhVCaDk/SqQFQqHB8PI/AAAAAAAAAhQ/fq52X7REGj0/s1600-h/DSC05607.JPG"><img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5378429638727037170" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SGwTNhVCaDk/SqQFQqHB8PI/AAAAAAAAAhQ/fq52X7REGj0/s200/DSC05607.JPG" style="cursor: hand; height: 150px; width: 200px;" /></a></div><br />
<div>And we were treated to another light show curteousy of Tanner and Trevor complete with Tanner's execution while Trevor laughs in approval.</div><div><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SGwTNhVCaDk/SqQGTs0pziI/AAAAAAAAAhY/d3CStnpPNj4/s1600-h/DSC05617.JPG"><img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5378430790506499618" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SGwTNhVCaDk/SqQGTs0pziI/AAAAAAAAAhY/d3CStnpPNj4/s200/DSC05617.JPG" style="cursor: hand; height: 150px; width: 200px;" /></a><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SGwTNhVCaDk/SqQH8UJKXjI/AAAAAAAAAhg/arW78XNs9fE/s1600-h/DSC05630.JPG"><img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5378432587767897650" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SGwTNhVCaDk/SqQH8UJKXjI/AAAAAAAAAhg/arW78XNs9fE/s200/DSC05630.JPG" style="cursor: hand; height: 150px; width: 200px;" /></a><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SGwTNhVCaDk/SqQH894Fe8I/AAAAAAAAAho/9974Lq7Y3rQ/s1600-h/DSC05628.JPG"><img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5378432598970563522" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SGwTNhVCaDk/SqQH894Fe8I/AAAAAAAAAho/9974Lq7Y3rQ/s200/DSC05628.JPG" style="cursor: hand; height: 150px; width: 200px;" /></a></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div>Anonymousnoreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7131164803600610568.post-65900531578182362862009-08-27T08:05:00.000-07:002009-09-03T08:29:54.106-07:00New additionAfter the conclusion of the family reunion in Cascade, we were able to stop in Burley, Idaho to visit with my sister Megi and her family for a few hours. And it was even more special because Megi had just had her 3rd child, a perfect little girl whom they named Atley Jacille Jones.<div><br /></div><div>Here she is (although she doesn't do much).<div><img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SGwTNhVCaDk/Sp_eD0X0BKI/AAAAAAAAAgA/52liVn5miQU/s200/DSC05531.JPG" style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5377260637283157154" /><img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SGwTNhVCaDk/Sp_eDUvGsgI/AAAAAAAAAf4/-nW86Sgk2as/s200/DSC05528.JPG" style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5377260628790915586" /><img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SGwTNhVCaDk/Sp_etKo8WwI/AAAAAAAAAgQ/Qj3XV4OHy6w/s200/DSC05525.JPG" style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5377261347635223298" /></div><div>We love all our nephews and nieces and we were glad that Atley arrived healthy and that Megi was recovering well. They have a great family and we always enjoy the time we get to spend with them. We miss having them close by but we know they enjoy being close to Ty's family in Burley. We were only able to stay a couple hours but it was fun to visit with them and see where they live.</div><div><img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SGwTNhVCaDk/Sp_etmiapiI/AAAAAAAAAgY/yQIPR2HWWyo/s200/DSC05535.JPG" style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5377261355124041250" /><img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SGwTNhVCaDk/Sp_gL3LrTeI/AAAAAAAAAgg/c3m8sy9znfk/s200/DSC05532.JPG" style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5377262974499769826" /><img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SGwTNhVCaDk/Sp_gMurjOSI/AAAAAAAAAgo/IITGNeQz6Ds/s200/DSC05533.JPG" style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5377262989397408034" /></div><div><br /></div><div>Goodbye Jones family - we love you!</div><div><img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SGwTNhVCaDk/Sp_eEfelKEI/AAAAAAAAAgI/Q3HF2j9Mj2o/s200/DSC05537.JPG" style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5377260648854267970" /></div></div>Anonymousnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7131164803600610568.post-48372589088598085372009-08-26T22:30:00.000-07:002009-08-26T22:55:56.778-07:00Idaho reunion (6/20/09 - 6/27/09)<div><div><div><div><div><div><div><div><div><div><div><div><div><div><div><div><div><div><div><div><div>Earlier this summer we participated in a fabulous reunion in Cascade, Idaho. My Dad's brother Roger lives in Cascade and he had planned a reunion with all 8 of his children. He invited his 2 brothers and their children to also attend. We jumped at the opportunity to spend time with family and to get away from the summer heat of Mesa.<br /></div><br /><div>We left on Friday (June 19th) after work and figured we would drive until we got tired. This was an exceptionally long trip (18 hours) and the reunion activities started with dinner on Saturday evening. Fortunately, we have been blessed with children that travel really well and we rarely have to stop except when it is time to get gas. The trip was fairly uneventful with a couple exceptions. We had just crossed the Hoover Dam and Trevor woke up and started to whimper a bit because he had gotten tangled in his seat belt. Jordan and Chase attempted to help him but they concluded he was stuck. Camille and I were both wondering "how hard can this be" so I pulled over and tried to free Trevor. He was STUCK! We tried several things but the seat belt had retracted and was too tight to get him out. I ended up having to cut the seat belt ($$$) in order to release him. I guess when we have prayer before leaving on vacation we need to be a little more specific, "Help us not get tangled in our seat belt"!</div><br /><div></div><div>We drove to St. George, Utah and decided to get a room and sleep for a few hours. It was 3 or 4 in the morning and there was an Amway convention in town (people still sell that stuff?) so we had to search a little to find a room in a Camille approved hotel. We slept for about 4 hours, had breakfast provided by the hotel and continued on our journey. We arrived in Cascade around 9 pm and went to Roger's home for dinner before checking into the Ashley Inn which would be our home for the next week. Most of those attending the reunion stayed at this hotel. Cascade is a small town with a population of 1,000 people located about an hour or so north of Boise. It sits at an elevation of 4,800 feet on the east side of Lake Cascade and along the north fork of the Payette River. When we arrived on Saturday, it was cold and raining. This weather continued until Tuesday when it turned sunny and warm for the rest of the week.</div><br /><div></div><div>On Sunday, we attended the local branch (my uncle is the branch president). The surrounding area has about 250 members but many are less active so attendance is often boosted by visitors to the area. Our family reunion significantly added to the numbers as did a couple other family reunions that were taking place. We spent the afternoon just hanging out in the hotel and relaxing. We also took some family pictures at Roger's home. Sunday evening we gathered at the church building for dinner and a family home evening. Rolland spent a few minutes showing us pictures of some of our ancestors and relating stories about their lives beginning with Vernon and Juniata. It was very interesting and we were all reminded of the legacy our parents, grandparents, great-grandparents, etc. have left for us. We then spent some time looking at scrapbooks and photo albums documenting our lives and the lives of our ancestors. It was fun to remember past times and to see some photos that I hadn't seen before. There was even a photo of my grandpa Vernon's motorcycle - perhaps that's where I get the bug to ride.<a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SGwTNhVCaDk/Sn9WHqvlnlI/AAAAAAAAAdQ/wb_gBnUhFxQ/s1600-h/DSC04839.JPG"><img style="WIDTH: 200px; HEIGHT: 150px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5368103970581880402" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SGwTNhVCaDk/Sn9WHqvlnlI/AAAAAAAAAdQ/wb_gBnUhFxQ/s200/DSC04839.JPG" /></a><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SGwTNhVCaDk/Sn9WIL35zVI/AAAAAAAAAdY/VlaN8sK4FGI/s1600-h/DSC04840.JPG"><img style="WIDTH: 200px; HEIGHT: 150px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5368103979475127634" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SGwTNhVCaDk/Sn9WIL35zVI/AAAAAAAAAdY/VlaN8sK4FGI/s200/DSC04840.JPG" /></a><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SGwTNhVCaDk/Sn9WIgh1_aI/AAAAAAAAAdg/54CpGjxG1fM/s1600-h/DSC04847.JPG"><img style="WIDTH: 200px; HEIGHT: 150px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5368103985019747746" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SGwTNhVCaDk/Sn9WIgh1_aI/AAAAAAAAAdg/54CpGjxG1fM/s200/DSC04847.JPG" /></a><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SGwTNhVCaDk/Sn9btrThKYI/AAAAAAAAAdw/dAmmXv0rums/s1600-h/DSC04859.JPG"><img style="WIDTH: 200px; HEIGHT: 150px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5368110121125751170" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SGwTNhVCaDk/Sn9btrThKYI/AAAAAAAAAdw/dAmmXv0rums/s200/DSC04859.JPG" /></a><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SGwTNhVCaDk/Sn9btYW_HPI/AAAAAAAAAdo/BHDlC85gLuk/s1600-h/DSC04856.JPG"><img style="WIDTH: 200px; HEIGHT: 150px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5368110116040023282" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SGwTNhVCaDk/Sn9btYW_HPI/AAAAAAAAAdo/BHDlC85gLuk/s200/DSC04856.JPG" /></a></div><div></div><div>Roger had planned for us to spend most of Monday at the lake. He had reserved a great location with good access to the shoreline but the weather was not cooperating. It was windy, raining, and very cold. However, we thought we'd give it a try and hope for the best. We headed to the lake around noon and the car thermometer said the temperature was 46 degrees. We brought our jet ski and my cousin also brought his jet ski so we put them in the water and headed to the beach that Roger had reserved. Roger put his boat in the water too but had a dead battery and was unable to get it started. We spend about an hour or so trying to stay warm and hoping the weather would break. We ate lunch and then decided to call it a day.</div><div><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SGwTNhVCaDk/Sn9buNc2W-I/AAAAAAAAAd4/Sqylvor2dKk/s1600-h/DSC04864.JPG"><img style="WIDTH: 200px; HEIGHT: 150px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5368110130291694562" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SGwTNhVCaDk/Sn9buNc2W-I/AAAAAAAAAd4/Sqylvor2dKk/s200/DSC04864.JPG" /></a> <a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SGwTNhVCaDk/Sn9buolDd9I/AAAAAAAAAeA/v_QseYbuvA8/s1600-h/DSC04873.JPG"><img style="WIDTH: 200px; HEIGHT: 150px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5368110137573865426" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SGwTNhVCaDk/Sn9buolDd9I/AAAAAAAAAeA/v_QseYbuvA8/s200/DSC04873.JPG" /></a></div><div>Some went back to the hotel and swam in the indoor pool and others went to one of the local hot springs to warm up. Dinner was at Roger's home again.</div><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SGwTNhVCaDk/Sn-DOxeYokI/AAAAAAAAAeI/6vX2cWC_o78/s1600-h/DSC04902.JPG"><img style="WIDTH: 200px; HEIGHT: 150px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5368153570671108674" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SGwTNhVCaDk/Sn-DOxeYokI/AAAAAAAAAeI/6vX2cWC_o78/s200/DSC04902.JPG" /></a><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SGwTNhVCaDk/Sn-DPMQERlI/AAAAAAAAAeQ/lBSMce6EDIE/s1600-h/DSC04905.JPG"><img style="WIDTH: 200px; HEIGHT: 150px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5368153577858811474" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SGwTNhVCaDk/Sn-DPMQERlI/AAAAAAAAAeQ/lBSMce6EDIE/s200/DSC04905.JPG" /></a><br /><div></div><div>Tuesday was a much better day as far as the weather went. The adults and older kids went on a rafting trip down the Payette river for several hours. The rapids were fun but nothing crazy. It was a relaxing time with the occasional water fight between rafts. The younger kids were taken to a friend of Roger's who had some horses. He took them on a buggy ride and then a few of them (led by Camille) went tubing down a calm part of the Payette River. For dinner that night, we gathered at a local diner called the Whistle Stop Cafe where we had pizza.</div><div><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SGwTNhVCaDk/SpYT6P5eeII/AAAAAAAAAeo/Rk1UumaTNrU/s1600-h/DSC05045.JPG"><img style="WIDTH: 200px; HEIGHT: 150px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5374505096734210178" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SGwTNhVCaDk/SpYT6P5eeII/AAAAAAAAAeo/Rk1UumaTNrU/s200/DSC05045.JPG" /></a><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SGwTNhVCaDk/SpYT6pfbwGI/AAAAAAAAAew/CqaQ5lEcvHM/s1600-h/DSC05051.JPG"><img style="WIDTH: 200px; HEIGHT: 150px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5374505103604301922" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SGwTNhVCaDk/SpYT6pfbwGI/AAAAAAAAAew/CqaQ5lEcvHM/s200/DSC05051.JPG" /></a><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SGwTNhVCaDk/SpYXFdcVPqI/AAAAAAAAAe4/kFyk_sCiD9g/s1600-h/DSC05075.JPG"><img style="WIDTH: 200px; HEIGHT: 150px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5374508587883511458" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SGwTNhVCaDk/SpYXFdcVPqI/AAAAAAAAAe4/kFyk_sCiD9g/s200/DSC05075.JPG" /></a><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SGwTNhVCaDk/SpYXF6-9OtI/AAAAAAAAAfA/VEBx-xeQXjc/s1600-h/DSC05109.JPG"><img style="WIDTH: 200px; HEIGHT: 150px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5374508595813366482" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SGwTNhVCaDk/SpYXF6-9OtI/AAAAAAAAAfA/VEBx-xeQXjc/s200/DSC05109.JPG" /></a></div><div></div><div>The weather was great on Wednesday so much of the day was spent on the lake. Several of us took some time in the morning to play a round of golf on the local public course. The course left much to be desired but the views of the lake and surrounding mountains were spectacular! We had a great time on the lake. Roger used his boat to pull a large tube for the kids. We had both jet skis on the water all day too with everyone taking turns. The church branch had scheduled a get together at the lake at 5 pm so we welcomed many members of the branch and enjoyed a great dinner with them.</div><div><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SGwTNhVCaDk/SpYXHGhfzEI/AAAAAAAAAfQ/gYCCsrz4L2M/s1600-h/DSC05264.JPG"><img style="WIDTH: 200px; HEIGHT: 150px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5374508616090897474" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SGwTNhVCaDk/SpYXHGhfzEI/AAAAAAAAAfQ/gYCCsrz4L2M/s200/DSC05264.JPG" /></a><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SGwTNhVCaDk/SpYeEQuk_GI/AAAAAAAAAfg/Ej_lxnlEA7w/s1600-h/DSC05260.JPG"><img style="WIDTH: 200px; HEIGHT: 150px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5374516263871904866" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SGwTNhVCaDk/SpYeEQuk_GI/AAAAAAAAAfg/Ej_lxnlEA7w/s200/DSC05260.JPG" /></a><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SGwTNhVCaDk/SpYeD6ELr0I/AAAAAAAAAfY/YnxC0KhzoQ4/s1600-h/DSC05263.JPG"><img style="WIDTH: 200px; HEIGHT: 150px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5374516257788505922" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SGwTNhVCaDk/SpYeD6ELr0I/AAAAAAAAAfY/YnxC0KhzoQ4/s200/DSC05263.JPG" /></a></div><div></div><div>Almost all of Thursday was spent traveling to the Salmon River, enjoying a jet boat ride up the river, eating lunch, riding the jet boats back down the river, and traveling back to Cascade. During the course of our trip on the river, we saw several mountain goats and other wildlife. Again, the weather was perfect and we had a great time. On the ride back down the river, Chase, Tanner, Trevor, and Aaron (Grant's) were riding on the front of the boat. A huge rapid hit the front of the boat completely engulfing it. All four of the boys were wearing life jackets and for good cause. The water lifted them all off the boat and they started to wash to the side. Chase was able to grab Trevor and Aaron to prevent them from going overboard but he was unable to get to Tanner before Tanner slipped off the side of the boat. Fortunately, Tanner was pushed back along the boat where I was able to reach out, grab him and pull him back into the boat. He was pretty wide-eyed when I saw him floating in the river but otherwise he was unharmed. He was excited to tell everyone about how he survived the mighty Salmon River! We missed Camille on this trip since her doctor had advised her to avoid the bumpy river ride. She stayed back at the hotel and enjoyed a quiet, peaceful day reading and relaxing.</div><div></div><br /><div>Friday was another beautiful day. We spent some time at a local park playing horseshoes and volleyball before going to the lake for a couple hours. Today also brought about the conclusion of our week-long basketball tournament. The church building had a small (half) basketball court and it became a very popular place during the week. Teams of 3 were formed and Matt put together some brackets for a tournament. Games took place after breakfast and after dinner with a round robin portion followed by a single elimination tournament (Alan's team ended up taking home the championship). We had a great time and worked off some of the calories we consumed during the week. In addition to basketball, a few of us also went running in the mornings. On Friday evening, we ate dinner at Roger's home again and made plans for the next reunion.</div><div><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SGwTNhVCaDk/SpYeExBiGFI/AAAAAAAAAfo/6xOCY7a7EKY/s1600-h/DSC05376.JPG"><img style="WIDTH: 200px; HEIGHT: 150px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5374516272541341778" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SGwTNhVCaDk/SpYeExBiGFI/AAAAAAAAAfo/6xOCY7a7EKY/s200/DSC05376.JPG" /></a><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SGwTNhVCaDk/SpYeFudVE1I/AAAAAAAAAfw/BBBQ1hz8iVs/s1600-h/DSC05483.JPG"><img style="WIDTH: 200px; HEIGHT: 150px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5374516289032491858" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SGwTNhVCaDk/SpYeFudVE1I/AAAAAAAAAfw/BBBQ1hz8iVs/s200/DSC05483.JPG" /></a></div><div><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SGwTNhVCaDk/SpYXGn4fyNI/AAAAAAAAAfI/nbFJaKRMdUU/s1600-h/DSC05192.JPG"><img style="WIDTH: 200px; HEIGHT: 150px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5374508607865866450" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SGwTNhVCaDk/SpYXGn4fyNI/AAAAAAAAAfI/nbFJaKRMdUU/s200/DSC05192.JPG" /></a><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SGwTNhVCaDk/SpYT5YdEduI/AAAAAAAAAeg/A13o4lwsBiM/s1600-h/DSC05013.JPG"><img style="WIDTH: 200px; HEIGHT: 150px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5374505081851115234" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SGwTNhVCaDk/SpYT5YdEduI/AAAAAAAAAeg/A13o4lwsBiM/s200/DSC05013.JPG" /></a><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SGwTNhVCaDk/SpYT4wOP3vI/AAAAAAAAAeY/aBJPr8Ah080/s1600-h/DSC04973.JPG"><img style="WIDTH: 200px; HEIGHT: 150px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5374505071051529970" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SGwTNhVCaDk/SpYT4wOP3vI/AAAAAAAAAeY/aBJPr8Ah080/s200/DSC04973.JPG" /></a></div><div></div><div>It was a great week full of fun memories with family. We love spending time together which seems to be somewhat abnormal in this world we live in.</div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div>Anonymousnoreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7131164803600610568.post-80063433115077182252009-06-07T10:09:00.006-07:002009-06-07T11:32:10.101-07:00We lost a true friend<div><div><div>Yesterday we had to say goodbye to a good friend and fellow member of the family - our dog Pepper. Pepper has been a part of our family for the past 14 years. He came into our life a few months before Jordan was born. He was a Border Collie / Akita mix (we think) and when he was a puppy he had dark fur with a sprinkling of white reminding us of pepper - thus his name.</div><div></div><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SGwTNhVCaDk/SiwGpV0YnxI/AAAAAAAAAco/ESBYbs-rQiU/s1600-h/DSC03679.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5344654165083201298" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SGwTNhVCaDk/SiwGpV0YnxI/AAAAAAAAAco/ESBYbs-rQiU/s320/DSC03679.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><div>He wasn't always the most obedient dog. He was just a puppy when I planted several citrus trees in our back yard. He would dig around the tree roots and eat the sprinkler head off the drip line. I replaced many drip heads and tried a variety of solutions to curb his appetite. It took many tries before I was able to come up with a way to stop him.</div><div></div><br /><div>Then there were the nights when he wanted to come in the house. He would sit by the back door and perform a half-bark until someone would let him in. I'm sure our neighbors loved it!</div><div></div><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SGwTNhVCaDk/SiwGCKvgtUI/AAAAAAAAAcY/tzSJtfu9CMk/s1600-h/DSC05110.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5344653492095071554" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SGwTNhVCaDk/SiwGCKvgtUI/AAAAAAAAAcY/tzSJtfu9CMk/s320/DSC05110.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><div>He would occasionally sneak out and roam the neighborhood. One time, he got out at night and we couldn't find him in the morning. We were all feeling some despair so we gathered as a family and offered a prayer to our Heavenly Father that He would help us locate Pepper. Not long afterwards, a friend of ours recognized Pepper as he was bounding along the side of the road having crossed at least one busy intersection. He was soaking wet but otherwise unharmed. We felt blessed and once again gathered as a family to express our thanks to God for His tender mercy in bringing our dog home.</div><div></div><br /><div>He loved to run, wrestle, and play. One of his favorite activities was going for a walk in the neighborhood. He would practically drag you around, sniffing and checking out the sights. He loved our family and was a great watch dog. He hated to take a bath and he very much disliked going to the vet. He was a big dog (around 75 lbs) but he was gentle and patient with our children as they grew. He took a lot of abuse from toddlers over the years, probably more than we realized. But through it all, he was a true friend. He was always there to lend an ear for your troubles - there were many times when we would find an upset child outside talking things over with Pepper.</div><div><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SGwTNhVCaDk/SiwGpI7wWVI/AAAAAAAAAcg/WspaOlR0Y8A/s1600-h/DSC03671.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5344654161624455506" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SGwTNhVCaDk/SiwGpI7wWVI/AAAAAAAAAcg/WspaOlR0Y8A/s320/DSC03671.JPG" border="0" /></a></div><div></div><div>He had slowed considerably over the past couple years. His hearing had diminished and his joints gave him problems. But he was still always happy as he would struggle to his feet and make his way to you for an affectionate lick. We loved Pepper and he loved us. He will be missed.</div></div></div>Anonymousnoreply@blogger.com13tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7131164803600610568.post-16006591110879179462009-05-22T21:25:00.003-07:002009-05-22T22:39:15.254-07:00Fathers and Sons<div><div><div>Our annual Fathers and Sons campout put on by our ward took place a couple weeks ago. We went to Airplane Flats campground which is close to Canyon Creek and the Canyon Creek Fish Hatchery. We left on Friday afternoon around 2 pm and headed up to the campground. We had an uneventful trip stopping in Payson to fill the water tank on our trailer. We discovered at that time that the hose which runs to the water tank had developed a large leak from age and heat. Fortunately, the tank sits higher than the hose so most of the water remained in the tank.<a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SGwTNhVCaDk/SheACdoK_7I/AAAAAAAAAcA/4ZzupaExGF0/s1600-h/DSC04457.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5338876663072227250" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SGwTNhVCaDk/SheACdoK_7I/AAAAAAAAAcA/4ZzupaExGF0/s320/DSC04457.JPG" border="0" /></a></div><div>The campout was well attended and we had a great time. The weather was perfect and we enjoyed being in the outdoors. We had a campfire program on Friday night and a fabulous breakfast was provided by the ward on Saturday morning. After breakfast, we relaxed and went fishing in Canyon Creek. Soon it was time to clean up and head home so we could finish our preparations for Mother's Day.</div><div> </div><div>Shooting a Potato Gun</div><div><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SGwTNhVCaDk/SheACgqojPI/AAAAAAAAAcI/3F_ypQJxCAk/s1600-h/DSC04462.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5338876663887858930" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SGwTNhVCaDk/SheACgqojPI/AAAAAAAAAcI/3F_ypQJxCAk/s320/DSC04462.JPG" border="0" /></a></div><div> </div><div>It's just not any fun unless you're several feet from the ground!</div><div><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SGwTNhVCaDk/SheAC-s0lAI/AAAAAAAAAcQ/YhTTYV_nQsE/s1600-h/DSC04461.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5338876671950099458" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SGwTNhVCaDk/SheAC-s0lAI/AAAAAAAAAcQ/YhTTYV_nQsE/s320/DSC04461.JPG" border="0" /></a></div></div></div>Anonymousnoreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7131164803600610568.post-852196764885995402009-05-05T21:51:00.005-07:002009-05-12T00:02:30.972-07:00Wild Hogs vs Stormin' Mormons<div><div><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SGwTNhVCaDk/SgkaauF2rYI/AAAAAAAAAbo/Xry0m7KrqbM/s1600-h/DSC04368.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5334824279948569986" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SGwTNhVCaDk/SgkaauF2rYI/AAAAAAAAAbo/Xry0m7KrqbM/s320/DSC04368.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><div><div>Our neighbor, James, has a Fat Boy Harley-Davidson motorcycle and has talked to Jerel for a while now about renting a motorcycle and going on a day ride with him and some other guys. </div><div>So of course, Jerel invited his brother Shad to go too since he loves to ride motorcycles. One night they even got together with some of the guys who had expressed an interest in going, ate a bunch of food and watched "Wild Hogs." Well, this past weekend was the BIG DAY!</div><div> </div><div>In the days and weeks leading up to the ride, several people in our ward indicated they would like to come along. When all was said and done, 6 guys (5 in our ward plus Shad) made the trip. They left around 7 am with plans to be gone most of the day. They had a route in mind but not really any particular destination - just ride and enjoy the sights. One member of the group was Jay Klepinger who is Chase's teacher's quorum advisor. When Jay pulled up on his Harley, complete with doo rag and leather vest, Chase said, "Oh wow!"</div><div> </div><div>The event went off without a hitch arriving home around 4:30. No mechanical problems and no accidents or incidents to report. They traveled around 300 miles stopping along the way including breakfast in Fountain Hills and lunch in Globe. Jerel had a great time and they have already begun planning their next trip.</div><div> </div><div>Here's James with his Harley.</div><div> <a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SGwTNhVCaDk/SgkaaJY-18I/AAAAAAAAAbg/uuY3VSGNVJc/s1600-h/DSC04358.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5334824270096684994" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SGwTNhVCaDk/SgkaaJY-18I/AAAAAAAAAbg/uuY3VSGNVJc/s320/DSC04358.JPG" border="0" /></a></div><div> </div><div>Shad on his sport bike.</div><div><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SGwTNhVCaDk/SgkbBr8A7II/AAAAAAAAAb4/ZT4asalbDOI/s1600-h/DSC04370.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5334824949385325698" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SGwTNhVCaDk/SgkbBr8A7II/AAAAAAAAAb4/ZT4asalbDOI/s320/DSC04370.JPG" border="0" /></a></div><div> </div><div>Jerel ready to ride!</div><div><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SGwTNhVCaDk/SgkbBaqDhAI/AAAAAAAAAbw/H_1Z3aSGkJc/s1600-h/DSC04364.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5334824944746595330" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SGwTNhVCaDk/SgkbBaqDhAI/AAAAAAAAAbw/H_1Z3aSGkJc/s320/DSC04364.JPG" border="0" /></a></div></div></div></div>Camillehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16722292342983731014noreply@blogger.com8tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7131164803600610568.post-3164503979084769952009-05-05T12:21:00.001-07:002009-05-05T12:21:00.822-07:00"Word of the Day"Word of the day #1:<br /><strong><em>ostracize -- to exclude, by general consent, from society, friendship, conversation, privileges, etc.</em></strong><br /><br />Story: I was doing several things on the computer--updating Quicken, trying to blog, upload pictures, etc. Well, Chase wanted to use it and was frustrated when I told him I wasn't done yet, was in the middle of a lot of things, and he might have to wait a while. He then replied, "Could you get off the computer and quit ostracizing it?" Good thing Chase is good natured and let me post this. He quickly corrected himself and said, "I meant monopolize." But it was still funny and I couldn't help posting it.<br /><br />Word of the day #2:<br /><strong><em>monopolize -- to acquire, have; to obtain exclusive possession of; keep entirely to oneself</em></strong>Camillehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16722292342983731014noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7131164803600610568.post-10398833784676320492009-05-04T21:36:00.003-07:002009-05-04T21:49:41.308-07:00Battle of the Books update<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgXFAl0V9HoH7Br3bAJ6SoTzBg_GFYqzI-GyJLG4ZZuhHGzVjmoIgKLeObE6QGk1KgWVQZuMVoT4vrZ8-IEzji9hwTOAtAQuo7qxsXKyPPi6HNk0ixLY9VCQNczCQv6DIBgh6adJfL0ui5N/s1600-h/DSC04424.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5332196464642012994" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgXFAl0V9HoH7Br3bAJ6SoTzBg_GFYqzI-GyJLG4ZZuhHGzVjmoIgKLeObE6QGk1KgWVQZuMVoT4vrZ8-IEzji9hwTOAtAQuo7qxsXKyPPi6HNk0ixLY9VCQNczCQv6DIBgh6adJfL0ui5N/s320/DSC04424.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhbikHtQZiZwhBFPLfCqgM1awVysQ16erxrv_TaN8Fg0C2cFNA6c6sRd4HatSlyT3e5yedN6jBBYikdO0RtNAP83eO1xj5Mu-uxOrJK1S8sJzX3xBSFnA3URtDUwEbRJdnAqzFFuuOT5FPP/s1600-h/DSC04423.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5332196456590166754" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhbikHtQZiZwhBFPLfCqgM1awVysQ16erxrv_TaN8Fg0C2cFNA6c6sRd4HatSlyT3e5yedN6jBBYikdO0RtNAP83eO1xj5Mu-uxOrJK1S8sJzX3xBSFnA3URtDUwEbRJdnAqzFFuuOT5FPP/s320/DSC04423.JPG" border="0" /></a>Well, as you know, tonight was the district finals for Battle of the Books. Tanner's team didn't miss a single question until the very last question on the very last round. They ended up in a tie for 5<span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">th</span> place. His team did such a great job and were VERY disappointed at the end--we all were. To take 5<span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1">th</span> place out of our entire school district is not too shabby, but it's still hurting a little tonight. They all were awarded with a pin for participation. <img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5332196453350475138" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEih7yVIiXLZTZRtwieZbfIwmG01FBDsJU_s7b1SYxXH0bc3JXR7VjIKKnA-a_n-BwWpX1mGPU1iEyq_08UcE66fyh2ZX3QM6GGztBAwdStCJ4foJMkr5xnpiwkM45wDiIz5lb8BxDRRm3ma/s320/DSC04431.JPG" border="0" /></div>Camillehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16722292342983731014noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7131164803600610568.post-86203919623603824132009-05-04T13:17:00.007-07:002009-05-04T18:32:34.640-07:00Battle of the Books<p align="center"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SGwTNhVCaDk/Sf-SmTkHwqI/AAAAAAAAAbA/1qOIc4DTbgY/s1600-h/DSC03989.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5332141670614418082" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SGwTNhVCaDk/Sf-SmTkHwqI/AAAAAAAAAbA/1qOIc4DTbgY/s320/DSC03989.JPG" border="0" /></a></p><p align="left">Battle of the Books is a program for 5th and 6th graders where students are put into teams of three, read 12 books of the district's choosing, then answer questions about those 12 books for points. The questions are judged very strictly and have to be answered in 20-30 seconds depending on the type of question. For example, if the questions asks "In what book . . . ?" and the answer is "The Door in the Wall." If you just say "Door in the Wall" then the answer is incorrect. You have to say "THE Door in the Wall." The competition begins at your local school and is divided throughout the school year into three rounds (4 books for each round). Tanner's team did really well during the first 2 rounds but missed 2 questions which put them into 3rd place going into the final round. His team was perfect and got every question right in the 3rd round while the 2 teams in front of them missed just enough questions to put Tanner's team into first place for his school. This is the final school competition.<br /></p><p align="center"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SGwTNhVCaDk/Sf-Sl_SWizI/AAAAAAAAAaw/LH6wzYK5WjM/s1600-h/DSC03978.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5332141665171180338" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SGwTNhVCaDk/Sf-Sl_SWizI/AAAAAAAAAaw/LH6wzYK5WjM/s320/DSC03978.JPG" border="0" /></a></p><p align="center"> <a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SGwTNhVCaDk/Sf-SmFega_I/AAAAAAAAAa4/2PFY2EFBMqM/s1600-h/DSC03979.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5332141666832772082" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SGwTNhVCaDk/Sf-SmFega_I/AAAAAAAAAa4/2PFY2EFBMqM/s320/DSC03979.JPG" border="0" /></a></p><p align="left">Last week, Tanner's team competed in the district semi-finals which consists of winning teams from the other elementary schools in the district. Due to the large number of schools (I think there are 37 schools that competed), the semi-finals are divided into 3 heats with the top 4 teams from each heat advancing to the finals. Tanner's team was the only team that answered every question correctly, and therefore won their heat. They will compete again tonight against the other advancing teams in the district finals. We are excited to see them compete and hope they can take home the district title!! And here they are at the semi-finals.</p><p align="center"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SGwTNhVCaDk/Sf-SmstRwVI/AAAAAAAAAbI/nmgCdejPShA/s1600-h/DSC04338.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5332141677363708242" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SGwTNhVCaDk/Sf-SmstRwVI/AAAAAAAAAbI/nmgCdejPShA/s320/DSC04338.JPG" border="0" /></a></p><p align="center"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SGwTNhVCaDk/Sf-Sm-dCudI/AAAAAAAAAbQ/V8w8YnugIXg/s1600-h/DSC04340.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5332141682127452626" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SGwTNhVCaDk/Sf-Sm-dCudI/AAAAAAAAAbQ/V8w8YnugIXg/s320/DSC04340.JPG" border="0" /></a></p><p align="center"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SGwTNhVCaDk/Sf-WSqyXJ_I/AAAAAAAAAbY/A-NNlZM1hy4/s1600-h/DSC04349.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5332145731297290226" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SGwTNhVCaDk/Sf-WSqyXJ_I/AAAAAAAAAbY/A-NNlZM1hy4/s320/DSC04349.JPG" border="0" /></a></p><p align="center">The winners of the semi-finals!</p>Anonymousnoreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7131164803600610568.post-58911293515651954272009-04-23T21:56:00.007-07:002009-05-04T17:36:18.085-07:00Salt Lake City Marathon<div><div><div><div><div>Last Saturday, April 18th, I participated in the 6th Annual Salt Lake City Marathon. I have come to realize that running a marathon is so much more than the actual race. Having said that, I really enjoy race day and all the anticipation, excitement, comraderie, pain, agony, and satisfaction that comes from running 26.2 miles.</div><br /><div></div><div>I left on Thursday evening with Chase, Jordan, and Tanner and we drove to Las Vegas. Camille and Trevor stayed home so Trevor could participate in his 1st grade program on Friday. Then they would catch a flight to Salt Lake on Friday evening. We stayed at the Hilton where we got a great rate on a room. We got in around 12:30 am and quickly went to bed. I got up around 7 am on Friday and went for an easy 4 mile run on an outdoor track at the hotel. I got the boys up, we all showered, and had breakfast at McDonalds. We drove to Provo where we stopped and picked up our race day shirts that had been delivered to my brother Boyce. Our timing was pretty good as we arrived right before my parents and my sister Lindy. We said a quick hello and then headed to Salt Lake.</div><br /><div></div><div>We went straight to the Salt Palace where the marathon had an expo in process. I picked up my race bib, timing chip, and goodie bag. The kids and I then spent some time viewing the various booths and merchandise on display. I was finally able to find a decent headband to wear - something that doesn't look like it came from the 80's (I know I'm getting older but I don't have to completely look the part). We then headed over to my mother-in-law's home where she had prepared an excellent pasta dinner for me and the kids (thanks Bonnie). After dinner, I got all my running stuff ready to go and got myself and the kids ready for an early bedtime since we would be up early the next morning. Camille's flight was delayed so Bonnie agreed to pick them up at the airport so I wouldn't be up late.</div><br /><div></div><div>I got up around 4 am or so and got all prepared. I dressed warmly and took some water and granola bars to eat while I was waiting for the race to begin at 7 am. I felt good - not nervous but just a little anxious about the race. However, I was dreading going outside and waiting to begin because I was fearful that it would be cold (and most people know that I can't stand to be cold). Fortunately, the weather turned out to be warmer than anticipated so my worries were for naught. Camille drove me to the light rail train station and I took the train to the race start. The train was crammed-full of bikers and their bicycles since the bike tour started at 6 am.</div><br /><div></div><div>The start of a race is always fun probably because everyone is in high spirits and is excited to begin. There are always interesting people to observe and it's always fun to share war stories with other runners. However, on this morning I kept more to myself as my thoughts were turned to my sisters who have suffered with Cystic Fibrosis. I thought about Shannon who passed away last October - what a great fighter she was through it all and how she fought valiantly to the end. I was also thinking of Lindy and her struggles with this disease. Having run the marathon before, I knew the pains and agony that was to come during the next few hours. It was emotional to think about how it would feel running down the final stretch to the finish line wearing their pictures on my shirt.</div><div><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SGwTNhVCaDk/Sf-H5xEgelI/AAAAAAAAAaY/2huC3BFScLg/s1600-h/slc+marathon4.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5332129910324492882" style="WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SGwTNhVCaDk/Sf-H5xEgelI/AAAAAAAAAaY/2huC3BFScLg/s320/slc+marathon4.jpg" border="0" /></a></div><div></div><div>Soon it was time for the race to begin and I went to line up with the thousands of other runners. As I was standing and waiting for the start, I turned around and there was Paul! I didn't think I would see him before the race with there being so many people but there we were standing next to each other. I was able to meet Kat, Paul's fiancee, who was running the half-marathon and we briefly chatted before hearing the starting gun. We were quickly separated by the throng of people pressing forward but we were finally off and running.</div><div></div><div><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SGwTNhVCaDk/Sf-H5l7BJjI/AAAAAAAAAaI/79BmEPfATlI/s1600-h/slc+marathon2.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5332129907331900978" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SGwTNhVCaDk/Sf-H5l7BJjI/AAAAAAAAAaI/79BmEPfATlI/s320/slc+marathon2.jpg" border="0" /></a></div><div>The first half of the race went well. My plan was to push for the first 9 miles and try to bank a few minutes for the later miles and I was able to do this pretty well. Most of the course was a gradual downhill over this distance and I felt really good. I had planned to take an energy gel every 5 miles but I missed the aid station at mile 5 so everything got pushed back. There were a few hills during this time that were much more severe than I had heard but I was still feeling good when I passed the halfway point. I saw Ty & Megi and family around mile 14 as they were on the side of the road cheering. Just before I rounded the corner, I saw and heard Boyce across the street. He was cheering and yelling loudly - I kind of felt like a rock star with all that attention and it gave me a little boost to keep pushing on. I was still on pace to run a 3:30 although I was beginning to tire.</div><div></div><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SGwTNhVCaDk/Sf-H5x73qEI/AAAAAAAAAaQ/iFbr6HY6O9U/s1600-h/slc+marathon.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5332129910556698690" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SGwTNhVCaDk/Sf-H5x73qEI/AAAAAAAAAaQ/iFbr6HY6O9U/s320/slc+marathon.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div>At about 15.5 miles, I ran into problems when both of my calves started to cramp. I slowed my pace and tried to run in such a way as to prevent any cramping but I had a feeling that it was only going to get worse. It did. By mile 21, my calves, quads and my left inner thigh muscles were all cramping. I would walk until the pain stopped and then run until one or more of the muscles would lock up. I was very frustrated because at that point there was nothing I could do except push on and try and rehydrate at the aid stations. By mile 24, things started to feel a little better but I was still cramping. However, I really wanted to finish in under 4 hours so I ran as best I could, determined not to walk anymore. As I headed toward the finish line, I was relieved to be finishing, excited to see my family and friends, and satisfied that I had run as hard as I could. It was such a high point to be running down the last stretch and hear words of encouragement from my family and to see them pulling for me. There are so many metaphors about life that I have learned from running but I won't go into them all here. Suffice it to say, it was a great experience.</div><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SGwTNhVCaDk/Sf-IskmTVuI/AAAAAAAAAao/JDSHM4cov8M/s1600-h/slc+marathon1.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5332130783149905634" style="WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SGwTNhVCaDk/Sf-IskmTVuI/AAAAAAAAAao/JDSHM4cov8M/s320/slc+marathon1.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div></div><div>I finished in 3:56:01 which was a PR by over 2 minutes but still a disappointment from where I had hoped to finish. I went and got something to eat and drink and receive a massage (which was awesome!). I headed back to the race to see all the family and to watch Paul finish. It was fun to talk with everyone and see how they did (Boyce ran the 5K, Suzanne did the bike tour which covered the marathon course, Kat did the half-marathon).<a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SGwTNhVCaDk/Sf-H6MJrkpI/AAAAAAAAAag/w1AsHMQbREE/s1600-h/slc+marathon3.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5332129917593948818" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SGwTNhVCaDk/Sf-H6MJrkpI/AAAAAAAAAag/w1AsHMQbREE/s320/slc+marathon3.jpg" border="0" /></a></div><div>It was fun to cheer Paul as he came across the finish line. Paul's mom had talked the announcer and informed him of why we were running the marathon. So as Paul is coming down the final stretch, the announcer is telling the crowd of people about Shannon and her struggle with Cystic Fibrosis, how Paul had donated part of his lung to her to prolong her life, and how we had used the race as an opportunity to honor Shannon and Lindy and raise funds to cure this disease. It was a grand moment!</div><div> </div><div>We all went home to clean up and relax before we gathered later that day for a barbeque with many of my aunts and uncles on my mom's side and several cousins as well. We had a great time visiting, sharing stories, and just being with one another. We spent the night again at Camille's mom's house and left for home early Sunday morning. It's always a longer trip going home but we arrived safely and without incident.</div></div></div></div></div>Anonymousnoreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7131164803600610568.post-70326043530114789252009-04-05T05:35:00.001-07:002009-04-05T11:17:14.574-07:00Oh BabyLast week my good friend Laura helped her daughter host a baby shower for her young women's leader. And it just so happens that Laura and I both visit teach her too. So I really wanted to help with whatever Laura would let me help with. You see, Laura is amazingly talented, and does a great job on everything. She's a hard act to follow. I've posted a picture of the "cupcake pop" party favors that Laura made for everyone--AMAZING!! They were mini cupcakes on a sucker stick and dipped in chocolate.<br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhSUnePCG_4lJXJXRmLeCZ5PckdND4EY3-4BYHO8zuXyoBwKgzz72-7N_VVEgKdrcU9L1nl-GZrP5_VAu5GhpEhpNaYlOELIQIzudY2tZNGXxBhhDvEpOpPDB2jYNeIqPwj2QV4KPNBJ0sf/s1600-h/DSC03526.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5320918412136266226" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhSUnePCG_4lJXJXRmLeCZ5PckdND4EY3-4BYHO8zuXyoBwKgzz72-7N_VVEgKdrcU9L1nl-GZrP5_VAu5GhpEhpNaYlOELIQIzudY2tZNGXxBhhDvEpOpPDB2jYNeIqPwj2QV4KPNBJ0sf/s320/DSC03526.JPG" border="0" /></a><br />Anyways, she asked me and Stephanie, another friend, to help make cupcakes. Laura suggested that we try to make them look like flowers since she was decorating with pink hydrangeas. Stephanie was going to be gone and couldn't help decorate. So she baked the cupcakes and I decorated them all. I tried two different <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">frostings</span>--some the regular <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1">buttercream</span> and the other a whipped cream topping frosting. I tried to variate the colors in the petals too so they would be two-toned. Some turned out better than others, but overall I think they turned out pretty cute. Thankfully Laura sent me a <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2">youtube</span> clip on how to do the cupcakes, or I would have been lost. I forgot how much I like to cake decorate. Thanks Laura for asking me to help! It was fun. :)<br /><div><div><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg-InG6F84xjELaO9uw0shCwplc-PkBkOlxPCmYRWyCJh2Hm8nDEw0CcJB4lT2jfDOtXwJyD42tPbJRUGqtmkGc3m730zPw5HtBVgMuTjzTGJMQ2QU8mLW3Ry7yekwW_9FBOpmg8PsJWNOM/s1600-h/baby_shower_001.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5319006088508327746" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg-InG6F84xjELaO9uw0shCwplc-PkBkOlxPCmYRWyCJh2Hm8nDEw0CcJB4lT2jfDOtXwJyD42tPbJRUGqtmkGc3m730zPw5HtBVgMuTjzTGJMQ2QU8mLW3Ry7yekwW_9FBOpmg8PsJWNOM/s320/baby_shower_001.JPG" border="0" /></a> <a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgt52KluhvCr2cZTjt5ePNKtDc2VCRxCmwWWsI7Gu7-sA5P55wDn4sBTuEMfI-45a8e95TTmUigMrGCqAjTeyoV8ZojdLz7SpI6z1C86eth_T7KDmHbvtCuYh2G0-qWw35k2rkfAdUh8zJc/s1600-h/DSC03496.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5319006084884553298" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgt52KluhvCr2cZTjt5ePNKtDc2VCRxCmwWWsI7Gu7-sA5P55wDn4sBTuEMfI-45a8e95TTmUigMrGCqAjTeyoV8ZojdLz7SpI6z1C86eth_T7KDmHbvtCuYh2G0-qWw35k2rkfAdUh8zJc/s320/DSC03496.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiINQGctDm8HF4ERe8vHfBztPh0XGYWJq0HJ9QkwQWV9RTQUDn6bOJvUQ_CZSn4bpMYPl6O8f_1xvSJTgHbTw6JzwzHq43e3z5b4H290ydGJ6IALOOZ_RBMt-d0IOSccCsNn7PgOMqzRIN4/s1600-h/baby_shower_003.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5319007981967413138" style="WIDTH: 270px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiINQGctDm8HF4ERe8vHfBztPh0XGYWJq0HJ9QkwQWV9RTQUDn6bOJvUQ_CZSn4bpMYPl6O8f_1xvSJTgHbTw6JzwzHq43e3z5b4H290ydGJ6IALOOZ_RBMt-d0IOSccCsNn7PgOMqzRIN4/s320/baby_shower_003.JPG" border="0" /></a><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhmeiEN_VjPT0R4s4qXPJ0HhferikT-Gz1PfCGNjc_Eu6OWD3hpqx5ju9-mcyIUh4yWCqkHE2ahDo8UncT7HB0s0os-VBAY2JkL61F5f_plVPPRoqOdx8WfWJ55NWOpB2ybAT-naEiSVEB_/s1600-h/DSC03480.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5319006072954108098" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhmeiEN_VjPT0R4s4qXPJ0HhferikT-Gz1PfCGNjc_Eu6OWD3hpqx5ju9-mcyIUh4yWCqkHE2ahDo8UncT7HB0s0os-VBAY2JkL61F5f_plVPPRoqOdx8WfWJ55NWOpB2ybAT-naEiSVEB_/s320/DSC03480.JPG" border="0" /></a></div></div></div>Camillehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16722292342983731014noreply@blogger.com13tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7131164803600610568.post-40302776807558472592009-04-04T16:00:00.000-07:002009-04-04T16:00:02.454-07:00Falling in love with you!!<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEidiT68uBkwnI0Tll3hZktgqvqLmVXcdT4ftT-A-QXVtWXTp88Z7PJXyvl1VubY4dV2u35bZHmcgvEue_WxxLgvFuGzoOzSSiRv-NbPEkReQ2sqDG5kLJaF4LZY3gfStk_CiWFiGqN8hJy1/s1600-h/DSC02253.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5320921430524228402" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEidiT68uBkwnI0Tll3hZktgqvqLmVXcdT4ftT-A-QXVtWXTp88Z7PJXyvl1VubY4dV2u35bZHmcgvEue_WxxLgvFuGzoOzSSiRv-NbPEkReQ2sqDG5kLJaF4LZY3gfStk_CiWFiGqN8hJy1/s400/DSC02253.JPG" border="0" /></a>Speaking of "True Love" . . . I just realized that I never blogged about my Valentine's gift from my sweet hubby. I have to say it was one of the greatest Valentine's Day gifts he's ever given me. There is a cutie pie girl in my ward, Caitlin, who offered to do a singing telegram and deliver flowers as a fundraiser for the performing group she's in. I was totally <strong>surprised</strong>! I had NO idea and I think that is one of the best parts. I love being surprised, but am very impatient and have been known to spoil a surprise or two. She and a guy friend of hers sang the song "Falling In Love With You!" I videoed the whole thing, but Caitlin made me promise to not post her singing. They were FAB, the flowers were beautiful and I have to admit--it made me cry. I know--surprising! :) It reminded me of when Jerel proposed to me. I had no idea it was going to happen the night it did, and he took me by total surprise. It was a perfect propsal--and just the way I dreamed it to happen.Anonymousnoreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7131164803600610568.post-63178451695136115142009-04-04T12:04:00.003-07:002009-04-04T16:26:54.616-07:00True love . . .A friend sent this to me this week, and I think anyone can get a good laugh out of this one--even non-Twilight fans!<br /><br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiUF2S3zE8-204C5gvc7ytcxOXVEgx2SCK34-5ztV9mL3zEYz-mAuM29zGtJZk86REUM8WhAo0bJlDogVnS_fxoMxvq_o4M2TqAXZdYszvUAUs06WylKBJRGFLYqbEBRBjmU7TgnTPRaE-v/s1600-h/twilight+vt.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5320914525900745378" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 166px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiUF2S3zE8-204C5gvc7ytcxOXVEgx2SCK34-5ztV9mL3zEYz-mAuM29zGtJZk86REUM8WhAo0bJlDogVnS_fxoMxvq_o4M2TqAXZdYszvUAUs06WylKBJRGFLYqbEBRBjmU7TgnTPRaE-v/s400/twilight+vt.jpg" border="0" /></a>Camillehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16722292342983731014noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7131164803600610568.post-23087183069039599382009-04-02T07:22:00.003-07:002009-04-02T07:29:54.737-07:00Cute quipsThis morning I was discussing that I needed to go to a bridal shower tonight, especially since we would be out of town the night of the reception. Jordan asked, "What is the difference between a bridal shower and a reception?"<br /><br /><span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"><span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">Jerel</span></span> explained, "It's a party just for the women. And sometimes they give them <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"><span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1">girly</span></span> things like lingerie."<br /><br />Tanner asked, "How do you give someone longer legs?"Camillehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16722292342983731014noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7131164803600610568.post-89307827418803650862009-03-30T07:32:00.004-07:002009-03-30T08:33:00.415-07:00This week . . .This is why I love Arizona!<br />This week . . . we went to an Angels spring training game.<br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjo7bipD4iguGh3oUslhRLLXLcRdn-rkUxABMgJ33IK1QAvwQa2-NjPTHKSbsAfU5bSeIqmBZ82F63l9Yb6FELsIVfQ-YN9vSSb_xCf5SijlIAbm8NisoO6JBGGZbeqZ7J_6cJdWm7bm3VF/s1600-h/DSC03499.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5318991622156257122" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjo7bipD4iguGh3oUslhRLLXLcRdn-rkUxABMgJ33IK1QAvwQa2-NjPTHKSbsAfU5bSeIqmBZ82F63l9Yb6FELsIVfQ-YN9vSSb_xCf5SijlIAbm8NisoO6JBGGZbeqZ7J_6cJdWm7bm3VF/s320/DSC03499.JPG" border="0" /></a><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgYBgkUVV-1qgb1fVYZZU950Y7j-kf9ZQKt6iOF-czrJfEHrSfYgnV3MWPQqLUAJF9k8kd1Q_Bsc7STRZWG8zrFZ0OGNZ5jsKCn43efanGCVGKvGOglQnKLBOoXVmuAct4-wYpf49SnGsLG/s1600-h/DSC03500.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5318991609434503346" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgYBgkUVV-1qgb1fVYZZU950Y7j-kf9ZQKt6iOF-czrJfEHrSfYgnV3MWPQqLUAJF9k8kd1Q_Bsc7STRZWG8zrFZ0OGNZ5jsKCn43efanGCVGKvGOglQnKLBOoXVmuAct4-wYpf49SnGsLG/s320/DSC03500.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgbFStbST1BhGKcugyGItDpKtDnt-ModRLmvu9K4qkAAAEFhD0K8H8Ab80BIHHu1t5ZQTXmIgvDDFJPk8G9DI9CPNar5yor4s4YcyJoujcOgAKigPcAw7kLdK857Dprg85kSJcDXLehPvyq/s1600-h/DSC03502.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5318991630064491474" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgbFStbST1BhGKcugyGItDpKtDnt-ModRLmvu9K4qkAAAEFhD0K8H8Ab80BIHHu1t5ZQTXmIgvDDFJPk8G9DI9CPNar5yor4s4YcyJoujcOgAKigPcAw7kLdK857Dprg85kSJcDXLehPvyq/s320/DSC03502.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><div><br />And this week . . . my mom (in Utah) tried to plant some flowers and found this in her backyard. <a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjdIHxVTtD_eWOn81dPN3RAZVJfLCLcO3g33ZBWLa3FQLP7kYOBSqZr_jNjysvV_4a54uhHPx5CI0Z9bfPsBoy9Dk-rI09yoaG5je2ADfRRoXiD5P6XbHGdcaXPqaIBWyHDqErqDxhuuQmf/s1600-h/moms+backyard+march+2009.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5318991605784706914" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 242px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjdIHxVTtD_eWOn81dPN3RAZVJfLCLcO3g33ZBWLa3FQLP7kYOBSqZr_jNjysvV_4a54uhHPx5CI0Z9bfPsBoy9Dk-rI09yoaG5je2ADfRRoXiD5P6XbHGdcaXPqaIBWyHDqErqDxhuuQmf/s320/moms+backyard+march+2009.jpg" border="0" /></a></div><div>Yep, it's good to be in Arizona right now! :)</div>Camillehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16722292342983731014noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7131164803600610568.post-52524605157064895032009-03-29T17:30:00.004-07:002009-03-30T11:24:35.354-07:00South of the BorderFor spring break we were invited by our good friends, the Davis', to go with them to spend some time at their home in Mexico. We had gone with them a couple years ago and enjoyed the experience, especially our kids. However, we were only able to spend a little over a day at that time so we were looking forward to this trip since we would be spending about 4 days. The Davis' also invited another family in our ward, the Klepingers, so we had over 20 people in our whole group.<br /><br />We left after work on Tuesday and drove straight to their home in a town called Puerto Lobos with a couple stops to get gas and treats. The trip is not too bad but the last hour or so is on a dirt road with absolutely no lights anywhere. It is very dusty and can be hilly in some parts. In this case, the road had been graded pretty well but the last 10 minutes were pretty rough. Everyone had been sleeping but the rough road cured that problem. So we arrived at 2 in the morning and everyone was wide awake! It didn't take long to unload the vehicles and get everyone back to bed. Here's a picture of the back of the Davis' home looking from the beach.<br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjlPAen-qeSKlqC3KrAe3A3JuegOfRkAEb7qw7HAMUkAAdMJ0oChmMuZq9Rna4zF2VN0r2SvEfgAz46fdL3kjRcX2zGSCjnsSYgmNITGmIjsAbahMVsmWtj6Ic36J4IVV7txQ4Fc29_4hTt/s1600-h/DSC02904.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5317147770742114802" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjlPAen-qeSKlqC3KrAe3A3JuegOfRkAEb7qw7HAMUkAAdMJ0oChmMuZq9Rna4zF2VN0r2SvEfgAz46fdL3kjRcX2zGSCjnsSYgmNITGmIjsAbahMVsmWtj6Ic36J4IVV7txQ4Fc29_4hTt/s320/DSC02904.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><br />We spent the next 3 1/2 days enjoying the wonderful outdoors and all that Mexico has to offer. Puerto Lobos is located on the Gulf of California about 70 miles south of the popular resort destination of Rocky Point. The town has no electricity, no running water, and no phone service. Most of the residents of the town are fishermen and they are very poor. Below are some pictures of the local homes.<br /><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SGwTNhVCaDk/Scujo8Y0weI/AAAAAAAAAZo/Nx-XCMufohs/s1600-h/DSC03235.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5317523708841345506" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SGwTNhVCaDk/Scujo8Y0weI/AAAAAAAAAZo/Nx-XCMufohs/s320/DSC03235.JPG" border="0" /></a> <a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SGwTNhVCaDk/ScujoBnLQ1I/AAAAAAAAAZg/MQtYL9NPsTI/s1600-h/DSC03228.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5317523693063848786" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SGwTNhVCaDk/ScujoBnLQ1I/AAAAAAAAAZg/MQtYL9NPsTI/s320/DSC03228.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><div>We enjoyed riding quads...</div><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjVLNqnDPRpVik4rE-VYWfjRRub00pk_GzAQdRfmtyG_D-rekx57r1GCyjEJk87Ut7qA2Yj7zWkJbhuXkZr3ApXqM03wnyFC2_YNWQw-7gOO_sYzorFRjfci7SXT_DhQkPFnkmldDTy4gjd/s1600-h/DSC02958.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5317148377048827602" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjVLNqnDPRpVik4rE-VYWfjRRub00pk_GzAQdRfmtyG_D-rekx57r1GCyjEJk87Ut7qA2Yj7zWkJbhuXkZr3ApXqM03wnyFC2_YNWQw-7gOO_sYzorFRjfci7SXT_DhQkPFnkmldDTy4gjd/s320/DSC02958.JPG" border="0" /></a><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiehLF_HNklJXQOpUFp5fN_oMJlRCwwiDpqptoX8Q8r5r_m4uXKtv2blqn-vcTAtlcUFi-9tymlFurFN8lfBqmrbHpRZeDPKIEHM7tttMCFjpRP0MBeLDHAexfHFUsAl2SaP9ONfOfZYSXd/s1600-h/DSC03044.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5317150194434465074" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiehLF_HNklJXQOpUFp5fN_oMJlRCwwiDpqptoX8Q8r5r_m4uXKtv2blqn-vcTAtlcUFi-9tymlFurFN8lfBqmrbHpRZeDPKIEHM7tttMCFjpRP0MBeLDHAexfHFUsAl2SaP9ONfOfZYSXd/s320/DSC03044.JPG" border="0" /></a><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjTiPKgBBZj_GxnHQ85AHqYOU98_NmECZs9b7rl3f24NmNDXPFNE3fbTlzS6zU9GF-no8REANcT-p50UXKXNTJiTxkebNl-O1P3T1L09mN3NzKrp6ieDk9bGSxCOTJYbFDoidzYLC-syQwS/s1600-h/DSC02861.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5317146003101201650" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjTiPKgBBZj_GxnHQ85AHqYOU98_NmECZs9b7rl3f24NmNDXPFNE3fbTlzS6zU9GF-no8REANcT-p50UXKXNTJiTxkebNl-O1P3T1L09mN3NzKrp6ieDk9bGSxCOTJYbFDoidzYLC-syQwS/s320/DSC02861.JPG" border="0" /></a></div><br /><div></div><div>playing in the ocean and with the ocean critters...<br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjBQDX_ZA6zAEJwmRztI2vONOb3u6i-iu2V9c055BP_4w0suZ0RXbyTcOIaVqKmwU6Rlrqe_3JG_MDZL7IPIcdXj2QVROEh-V8PEvc2yL495J3dFQj2zfCzx340MLhOwAMRURlbhP8-HS8v/s1600-h/DSC02929.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5317147754010344018" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjBQDX_ZA6zAEJwmRztI2vONOb3u6i-iu2V9c055BP_4w0suZ0RXbyTcOIaVqKmwU6Rlrqe_3JG_MDZL7IPIcdXj2QVROEh-V8PEvc2yL495J3dFQj2zfCzx340MLhOwAMRURlbhP8-HS8v/s320/DSC02929.JPG" border="0" /></a><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEil8WNW8xJU9soTmtqn21Nc27-Mnwgxhnr-d5LjyHrJ5i_wZ4QJ2Jkn5rUFkdujKKdnUQRFRtZ2G9gyTsHQHWsAPqkqkZ-9YcQxUXUO4uJ9VB68NVswQ5TYA87wMHqPpUBiEaaWoucGYRqE/s1600-h/DSC02915.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5317147772706134802" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEil8WNW8xJU9soTmtqn21Nc27-Mnwgxhnr-d5LjyHrJ5i_wZ4QJ2Jkn5rUFkdujKKdnUQRFRtZ2G9gyTsHQHWsAPqkqkZ-9YcQxUXUO4uJ9VB68NVswQ5TYA87wMHqPpUBiEaaWoucGYRqE/s320/DSC02915.JPG" border="0" /></a></div><br /><div></div><div>fishing...</div><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhPMierkxiqFItexg6EMXOcNLlt8H-7i0pLO_HiT5orSwvuEkQp20nnSt0xXH8cyMljGVR5CH4E10olo3G_a-Eb8Bq-iiCUGIsLFy8-_AThydPt3wlbf-3mQMjRqiehn3gOR08StW2L0wbE/s1600-h/DSC02872.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5317147759076864818" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhPMierkxiqFItexg6EMXOcNLlt8H-7i0pLO_HiT5orSwvuEkQp20nnSt0xXH8cyMljGVR5CH4E10olo3G_a-Eb8Bq-iiCUGIsLFy8-_AThydPt3wlbf-3mQMjRqiehn3gOR08StW2L0wbE/s320/DSC02872.JPG" border="0" /></a><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgpOyd1N-8nLM9ILfByemuLDHn0CAQIuICKFF2WG5srvvQJCYWwfiEbUXYaYvJUdXxg_Ed-hzPTjikyz-C6viEnyqMMLkQ6YVDY6Crc7aTIpeYxpe27JDcfpPUQJBNhQ-fyVBcKblbSHWjG/s1600-h/DSC03124.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5317152002205099042" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgpOyd1N-8nLM9ILfByemuLDHn0CAQIuICKFF2WG5srvvQJCYWwfiEbUXYaYvJUdXxg_Ed-hzPTjikyz-C6viEnyqMMLkQ6YVDY6Crc7aTIpeYxpe27JDcfpPUQJBNhQ-fyVBcKblbSHWjG/s320/DSC03124.JPG" border="0" /></a><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiOJafP11pRrPhvlLN_5SnGZNflH34c4CIWbSB5xibsILsCs0AFNE_ZKpx_p8C8f5D7jtBoqRRrzADWYUINCAG-oZfCe-mxi1uothHOxz55kZZTe-413va5OtHSdKA-Kj5y1Vs53Xmv4d2E/s1600-h/DSC03125.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5317152008710089538" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiOJafP11pRrPhvlLN_5SnGZNflH34c4CIWbSB5xibsILsCs0AFNE_ZKpx_p8C8f5D7jtBoqRRrzADWYUINCAG-oZfCe-mxi1uothHOxz55kZZTe-413va5OtHSdKA-Kj5y1Vs53Xmv4d2E/s320/DSC03125.JPG" border="0" /></a><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiiNWx5_-uzYi6VsoXJzp36R6cpTfCTuOrpHhnl5czrZlWKMI0XUllc71xRIeytvUxT9RCO0tfKBWjmOg2UxDJKi7AxyW9GAWaHAN85zc-FEmtEyHzqODLMazFJhNYPBFN-LaWApTIs_gbt/s1600-h/DSC03110.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5317151997178553154" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiiNWx5_-uzYi6VsoXJzp36R6cpTfCTuOrpHhnl5czrZlWKMI0XUllc71xRIeytvUxT9RCO0tfKBWjmOg2UxDJKi7AxyW9GAWaHAN85zc-FEmtEyHzqODLMazFJhNYPBFN-LaWApTIs_gbt/s320/DSC03110.JPG" border="0" /></a></div><br /><div></div><div></div><div>playing in the dunes at the beach...</div><div><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SGwTNhVCaDk/Scui8QnGe-I/AAAAAAAAAZQ/ygc8hoyzM-k/s1600-h/DSC03165.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5317522941175823330" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SGwTNhVCaDk/Scui8QnGe-I/AAAAAAAAAZQ/ygc8hoyzM-k/s320/DSC03165.JPG" border="0" /></a><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SGwTNhVCaDk/Scui8v_hmDI/AAAAAAAAAZY/-1FPVRHAzgI/s1600-h/DSC03201.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5317522949599762482" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SGwTNhVCaDk/Scui8v_hmDI/AAAAAAAAAZY/-1FPVRHAzgI/s320/DSC03201.JPG" border="0" /></a></div><br /><div>eating...</div><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SGwTNhVCaDk/SdAILkiIy9I/AAAAAAAAAZ4/5TH9HokqB7o/s1600-h/DSC03160.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5318760154802998226" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SGwTNhVCaDk/SdAILkiIy9I/AAAAAAAAAZ4/5TH9HokqB7o/s320/DSC03160.JPG" border="0" /></a><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjOO7BdNBRJEA0bcGsIhCSfWw8Y7S5bKJ4fWRIedaYIKmy-e2izjFMgO1_r6IYS7K0W1AlZJTs-_yG5VkEPWb0A9X0s21pY0VjfIk508xz0sbMAIe53hmqcXyq3E0y3oMpZEnkqPdN4-lwe/s1600-h/DSC03021.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5317150183544427922" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjOO7BdNBRJEA0bcGsIhCSfWw8Y7S5bKJ4fWRIedaYIKmy-e2izjFMgO1_r6IYS7K0W1AlZJTs-_yG5VkEPWb0A9X0s21pY0VjfIk508xz0sbMAIe53hmqcXyq3E0y3oMpZEnkqPdN4-lwe/s320/DSC03021.JPG" border="0" /></a><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhvW0SQRj89MZZhz1vVbbff5lDzoQ8_xK15534P04SqtTyU1BEM5to9qPyDO0Oq5bFpg180zC6LtuDuapVDdiim9Gkec0sHbEUqH3idO33dShu10B0Ia1cx52EhizslYmO4r-YN4KZdWO0F/s1600-h/DSC03035.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5317150191020307362" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhvW0SQRj89MZZhz1vVbbff5lDzoQ8_xK15534P04SqtTyU1BEM5to9qPyDO0Oq5bFpg180zC6LtuDuapVDdiim9Gkec0sHbEUqH3idO33dShu10B0Ia1cx52EhizslYmO4r-YN4KZdWO0F/s320/DSC03035.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><div></div><div></div><div>and enjoying the beautiful weather and scenery that is Mexico!</div><div>(Chase took these pictures--aren't they amazingly beautiful!)</div><div><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SGwTNhVCaDk/SdASEDSHm3I/AAAAAAAAAaA/GeeicJoqUkY/s1600-h/DSC03378.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5318771020734634866" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SGwTNhVCaDk/SdASEDSHm3I/AAAAAAAAAaA/GeeicJoqUkY/s320/DSC03378.JPG" border="0" /></a><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SGwTNhVCaDk/ScuezEC0ySI/AAAAAAAAAZA/PDuHfYXDTB4/s1600-h/DSC03152.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5317518385137109282" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SGwTNhVCaDk/ScuezEC0ySI/AAAAAAAAAZA/PDuHfYXDTB4/s320/DSC03152.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /></div><br /><div><br /><div><br /><div><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhv_5Vbz0dzuk_W5KaF5ZUvfOAt6neiH2PGRFJg4hIT_dSCUZhwPhItLtRk9RVIrCaNkgR5RCakg_P6OOVtKuA27XR9Zq8wtwdyMZEBTEFBrdqAoUggkswkNh0DhUDE1VlkMuc0ULrhOA-1/s1600-h/DSC03145.JPG"></a>We had a fabulous time and it was over way too soon. On Saturday, we cleaned up the house, put all the toys away and headed for home. We stopped in Caborca (a small town right after getting off the dirt road). While there, Mason discovered a screw in one of his tires. So he went to a local tire repair store and had it fixed. This took close to an hour because they didn't fix it correctly the first time. We headed out, thankful that this problem was discovered while in town, and got down the road a few miles when one of the tires on the trailer Mason was towing blew out. He quickly removed the wheel, unhitched the trailer, and headed back to Caborca to replace the tire. Soon we were headed out again. We were only a few miles from the border and the tire that Mason had repaired on his vehicle blew out. He put the spare on and once again we were back on the road with no further problems. What an adventure!!</div><div> </div><div></div><div>We had to make mention of this contraption. One of the residents in Puerto Lobos, Arturo, is the local fix-it guy in the town. He is very smart and can fix most things even though he has access to very few supplies. There is no boat dock so the only way to put boats in the water is to back your vehicle in the salt water. Arturo designed and built this vehicle so he can put boats in the water but keep himself and the engine dry. He charges $20 to put your boat in and out of the water. I guess necessity is the mother of invention.<br /></div><div><div><div><div><div><div><div><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg93yBmAtQuPT6IUMe1rHm4wzD3346YofEYdGuxmpAyAtUqPq8R_8KZ7DnBZ7Z-V-piZhX0vTrBKOAtyJ5Ns9XnUyEW3N9Os7TdN8Dw4hME4b5hpKFopaN2KZ6IKJmqM8uaXFPNvZ4Ql0mN/s1600-h/DSC02979.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5317150178712847266" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg93yBmAtQuPT6IUMe1rHm4wzD3346YofEYdGuxmpAyAtUqPq8R_8KZ7DnBZ7Z-V-piZhX0vTrBKOAtyJ5Ns9XnUyEW3N9Os7TdN8Dw4hME4b5hpKFopaN2KZ6IKJmqM8uaXFPNvZ4Ql0mN/s320/DSC02979.JPG" border="0" /></a></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div>Camillehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16722292342983731014noreply@blogger.com5