Amara's Artwork

Here is a picture Amara did during the last conference session. She was sitting in front of the computer drawing the people who were speaking. It took me a while to get around to putting this up. This one is of President Hinkley.

Spiders and Witches and Scooby Doo, Oh My!

We had our ward Trunk-r-Treat on Saturday night. It was quick, to the point and fun for the kids! The kids were so excited. Finn was hilarious when we put on his costume, he kept spinning around. Sully has been wearing his Scooby Doo costume for weeks and Amara wasn't so sure about herself when her make up was finished but I told her she was the witch from Wicked and Aunt Chrissta would love her costume so she was ok with it.

We'll go trick-r-treating again on Wednesday with friends, not like they need anymore candy.

Before and After

It is amazing to me how kids can grow right before your eyes. Finn is just getting so grown up. His newest thing is he is climbing up on the kitchen chairs and then getting on the table. So fun! He is also starting to say words like cracker, cookie, ball, and car. We recently got him a hair cut at a salon. We couldn't believe how different he looked afterward. He really is so fun to have around!

Sully makes Cookies

Today Sully made chocolate chip cookies for tonights Family Home Evening. He did the measuring, pouring and mixing. He made the best cookies, he even said "making cookies is funner than a roller coaster." Later he changed his mind.

World of Warcraft...Toyota style

This is awesome. I can't believe this is a commercial being used on network TV. Sweet.

Carburetor, I Hate You.

I spent an entire day trying to install a carburetor. For the second time, it's not the right one. Only this time, it's so close to the right one, I didn't see the problem until it the entire thing was installed. I'm not going to clutter this blog with a technical explanation of why it's the wrong one. Instead, I want to clutter this blog with a vitriolic hate filled screed.

I hate this carburetor. I hate this car. I hate working on cars. I do it because I have no choice. When you have no money, you drive old cars. Old cars break down. And with no money, you can't pay someone else to fix them. I hate no money. I hate other people who fix my car and I hate how much they charge. I hate my car. I am filled with hate over that car.

I have bled on this car. Stress has flowed from the bowels of this car and filled my very soul. Tears have been shed. I hate this car.

I despise giving up. I hate this car because it's pushing me to give up. In the face of overwhelming odds I don't give up...but I'm tired. This much hate takes work to maintain.

I'd like to say this is some kind of blessing, but I don't have the will to contort this into anything but what it clearly is. A filthy steaming pile of abysmal disaster with a generous side of...well, this is a family blog. Like I said, I'm tired, it's late, and I have some hate to nurture.

Hugs and kisses,
Eric