Monday, July 28, 2008

I hate Bachin' it

Some, or maybe even most, men enjoy the chance they get when the wife goes out of town and they are left to experience moments of bachelorhood.

I DO NOT!!!!!!
I love being married and I love my wife around. Call me weird or call me a hopeless romantic, but I kind a like her.
This summer I am bachelored out. No wife, no little girls, heck not even any dogs.
Don't get me wrong.
 I love to watch Sports Center without the chance of it finding it's way to the Disney Channel.
I love to only have to stop at one place to grab something to eat.
I love to decide on a whim to go play tennis.
I love to go to bed at night and know that the lights I shut off will stay off.
I love to drink milk right from the jug.
I love to fall asleep knowing that nobody is going to punch me for snoring.
And most of all I love to run around the house in my underwear (there's a visual)
But for all of those things nothing even comes close to that rush I get when I come through the door after work and hear Daddy You're Home!!!!!!!!!
So call me a wuss or a sissy, I don't care, I like being married and it really makes it easy when your wife is your best friend and your kids are so stinkin' cool.
I can't wait for summer to be over or to maybe catch up with my family somewhere.
 But until then I will just be home drinking milk from the jug in my underwear.
I hate Bachin' it

Sunday, July 13, 2008


There is not a man alive who does not live for those ever-so-rare moments when you remove an item from that never shrinking "Honey Do List". Let alone when you have the opportunity to remove numerous large items.

Kelli and I passed each other last Sunday when she came up on to Cedar Mountain with Madysen just as Amy and I were headed down the hill back to Vegas. 
We kissed each other, slapped a "high five", exchanged some parenting notes and parted ways for the week.
 At that moment the plan begin to take shape in my mind. If she was going to be gone for a week, I ought to dive into some things on my list. I did not plan on diving so deep.
Every since I did the metal door for Keith and Janae, Kelli has wanted one of my doors for her very own. The problem with that is when you are trying to work stuff in for yourself at work, the paying customers tend to take precedence. So her door has kind of set for a while, well a long while.
The door was almost complete so I pushed the guys into finishing it and planned on having it in before Kelli got home on Sunday.
Well the first extra item that I tried to tackle was the overgrown hedge next to the front entry. It had to go. After I tore them out I decided to carve a little stone to add some flare to the entry. Well that turned into a lot of carved stone. I couldn't find a good place to stop. Then I need to add lights, but I had no power to the pilaster, so I took on that task. Then she always wanted the marble on the floor in the house to come through the front door out to the entry, but if I added new tile then I would have to strip and re-seal the existing tile to match the new tile. Needless to say by Wednesday I had everyone who worked for me and a few others at my house. More than 12 guys were there. 
A little advice to you new husbands with your new cute "Honey Do" list. It is better to not start something than to start it and not have it finished in time. There is nothing a wife hates worse than a whole bunch of half finished projects scattered round the home. Trust me, I know.
So back to my projects.
Kelli was coming home on Saturday night and let's just say it looked like a "Chinese Fire Drill" at 6:00pm. We had guys on guys, people in wet paint, the landscaper trying to mow the grass in the courtyard without getting it in the paint. Trying to clean up the mess. It was not looking good to be finished. A reprieve!  I get a call from Kelli at 6:30 and she says that they ran into a delay coming down the mountain due to a wreck and they were running late. There is a God! With the extra time we really gave the place a "spit shine" and I got everyone out of there by 8:00pm and waited.
Have you ever noticed how proud a guy gets when he has completed items around the house?It's like he has found a cure for cancer or something. I was walking around like a peacock. I could not wait for Kelli to get home. She was going to be so happy.
She did not let me down, she was very happy.
I am SO in-the-money, even my two youngest daughters were proud of me.
So for a few days anyway,

A funny little story-
Last week I decided to fix the dead grass in my courtyard so I got up very early on Saturday to get to Star Nursery in time to get some of the sod that sells out by 8:00am. I needed about 150 square feet. I purchase the sod and head home to unload it, well after I spread it out I could tell I was a little short so I went back to get 5 more pieces. 
For those of you who frequent Home Depot or Star Nursery you know what it is to dodge the day-laborers who wait out front. You can't even make eye contact or they think you want them. Well I make it through the bodies and head back with my 5 extra pieces of sod. I load up the wheel barrow and push it into my courtyard and I stop. There on his knees with his back to me is the littlest Mexican I have ever seen. He could not be 5' tall and maybe a 100lbs, he is laying the sod in my courtyard. 
My mind is spinning trying to figure out where he came from. I thought maybe he came with the sod, you know, order more than 150 square feet and get a "helper". I thought maybe I went to slow in the Star Nursery parking lot and he jumped on my Tahoe. Maybe he was rolled up in the sod from the sod farm. Whatever the case he was in my yard laying sod. I go over to himto find out where he's from and he speaks no English, so me being fluent in Spanish, (NOT!) I try to converse with him by talking with an accent and putting "O" on the end of every word. I find out that he had been dropped off at a neighbors house and was finished mowing their grass and his ride had not come to pick him up yet so he was helping me lay sod. How cool is that. He laid the sod, I gave him 30 bucks and now I can't get rid of him. It's kind of like feeding a cat, it just hangs around. I came out the other morning at 6:00am and he was in my back yard watering the bushes. 
So I guess I have a little Mexican Elf. I will take advantage of it while it last.

Monday, July 7, 2008

Families Are Forever

Man it has been a long time since I posted. I remember a month or so ago Keith Runyon writing in his blog and saying " If you got a blog then you better be posting, because people want to know what's going on." So I better be posting some stuff.

I love the summer and I love going to the mountains. So this week was a real treat. I finally sneaked away from work on Thursday and took Hayley and Amy with me up to Grandma's in Cedar City. Kelli had to stay home and wait for Mady to get home from Girl's Camp.
I golfed on Friday morning with my dad and it is really bad when he notices cobwebs on my golf bag. I don't think Keith has cobwebs on his golf bag.
We then went up on Cedar Mountain to Kelli's parent's cabin. It is so nice up there and the phones don't work!
On Saturday we had a dutch oven cook out at my little brother Mark's cabin. If you have never had dutch oven cooking you are missing out.
My other two brothers, Rik and Greg and their families came up on the mountain along with my mom and dad.
Now let the stories begin.
Me and my brothers started laughing because I told them that I had ask my Sunday School class last Sunday what the worst thing they had ever done. The answers were pathetic. I asked "Has anybody caught anything on fire?" "Has anyone broke a window or two?" "Has anyone shot your little brother over the hedge?" No, no, no was the answers. Pathetic!
Me and my three brothers ( pictured above ) each picked a "worse thing you ever did" moment and I thought my mother would pass out and she lived through the actual events.
In no particular order there were guns being fired into phone books to see how far they would go into the pages, there was a 100 ' long gun powder trail that ended in a big gulp sized pile that shot flames 10' high. Who could ever forget the jeep rolling out of the driveway and across the street through the neighbors lawn and into their bushes and lastly what kid would take a hammer to the cinder block wall in the backyard and pop holes into the empty cells in the wall, like 30-40 of them just to hear the cool noise it made. Now those are some stories worth telling.
It was a blast with my brothers, it is amazing how fast time goes by and how infrequently families get together.
I am going to try and do better at getting us all together. My mother was in heaven and the grand kids love the stories.
Be the one who calls your family and be the one who puts silly differences aside to get people together. Families are too important to not spend time together.
If my brothers read this they will tease the crap out of me for going "mushy", but so be it.
Families Are Forever!!!


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