Tolerance is a Two Way Street

This past week Phil Robertson was suspended from his show "Duck Dynasty", which airs on A&E. Phil made some comments concerning homosexuality, which I found very blunt and far from eloquently phrased. But, honestly, isn't that what viewers love about the show?!

The Robertson's are not polished, politically correct, Washington politicians that will never tell you where they stand on a position or flip flop around depending who they are talking to. They are down-to-earth country folk, who believe we were all created in the image of a loving God. Our Heavenly Father, like any good father, gave us commandments or rules that would protect us and help us find happiness and joy as individuals, families, and communities in this life and in the eternal life to come.

While there are many individuals who now profess to believe that we crawled out of the oceans or swung down from trees, I disagree. I believe that the Human Family is more than just a herd of animals that must succumb to instincts and desires. Humans were endowed with the ability to think, to choose, and to change. Because our Father in Heaven gave us commandments, there is something called sin and it is real. Sin is the act of not following commandments and, therefore, acting against our Father's will for us.

Society as a whole, still believes in some of God's laws such as you shouldn't steal, kill, lie, etc. However, some commandments are losing favor in society. For instance the act of fornication (sex outside of marriage), adultery (a married individual having sex with someone who isn't their spouse), and the act of homosexuality (sex with a partner of the same gender) are all clearly outlined as sins by the Bible despite being viewed by many in society as acceptable.

Many claim that God has made them a certain way. Even a popular Lady Gaga song professes “I was born this way!” I believe that God has given all men and women different weaknesses, so we would be humble and turn to Him for strength. Some have a weakness for drinking, drugs, stealing, gambling, lying, adultery, etc. But does that mean God wants us to act on these weaknesses? I feel a lot of empathy for those who struggle with homosexuality, but I also believe the act of homosexuality to be a sin as is the act of fornication, adultery, etc. As a Christian, however, Phil Robertson also understands that we are all sinners. We all succumb to weaknesses, to sin, and therefore, all of us would be unworthy to stand before God without our savior Jesus Christ. I believe the saying to be true, “God wants us to hate the sin, but love the sinner.”

Did Phil belittle or attack an individual? No, he attacked a particular sin. Were people offended by that—you bet! Who likes to be told that what they are doing is wrong?! Does the statement mean that Phil hates homosexuals? Of course not! I’m tired of Christians being called bigots because they believe something is wrong. There are some bigots out there who profess to be Christian but are intolerant and insensitive, but that doesn't mean we are all that way. Most Christians are very tolerant and understanding.

So did A&E have the right to fire Phil? I believe they did, although I also believe if the tables had been turned, there would have been legal action. For instance, what if Phil had spoken out in support of homosexuality and he was fired for that? What do you think would have happened? Can you say lawsuit?! Unfortunately, there is a bit of a double standard when it comes to free speech and the “free market” system in our country.

Today we have the judicial system editing and even writing laws. We have a president who does the same. The separation of government has all but eroded. Yesterday, a judge decided to strike down Utah’s ban on gay marriage. Despite what a popular vote might say on the subject. One activist judge, who “knows better”, dictating for the whole state of Utah what an acceptable form of marriage should be.

So this is my final point. I believe in the institution of marriage. I have been happily married to my wife for 15 years—hopefully she would say the same thing. I believe that marriage was created by God and is between a man and a woman. I believe it is dangerous to endorse same sex marriage. Couples can live together, maybe even enjoy the same legal benefits, but I don’t believe that what they have should ever be called or legitimized as a true form of marriage.

I saw an individual holding up a sign recently that said, “All Love is Good!” But is that really true? Where do you draw the line? There are those who claim to be attracted to children, animals, multiple partners, etc. All would claim the same argument—that they were born that way. Should they just succumb to their instincts? It is a very slippery slope. Marriage is the foundation of the home, of the community, and of our great country! If we can’t save the institution of marriage, I shudder to think what will happen to us as a nation.

So to those that disagree with me, I ask that you please tolerate my position, the same way I tolerate yours. Tolerance is a two way street.

Future Ute Fan?

Last week we went to the BYU Christmas party. Cosmo made an appearance, and I was amazed how Logan would just stare at Cosmo. For about 10 minutes he walked around and just wouldn't take his eyes off of him.

I thought he would enjoy getting up close to Cosmo, so posed him for this picture. Although fascinated by Cosmo, I guess this was a little too close for comfort. I'm not writing him off as a possible Ute fan just yet, but I'm keeping an eye on the situation.

Monster Under the Bed

Recently Rochelle and I tried to move Logan out of his crib and into a normal bed. We actually moved him in with Reid, as Lynlee has been putting pressure on for quite some time to get her own room. He was 16 months, so we thought he would probably enjoy not having to sleep in the crib any longer.

The first night we tucked him in and everything seemed to go smoothly. I decided to check on him, one more time, before going to bed myself. It was dark in his room, but I shuffled over to his bed and tried to give him a hug and a kiss. All I got was blanket, so I started feeling around the bed. I found nothing.

I shuffled back to the door and turned up the lights enough to see my way around the room. I checked the closet next; I checked Reid's bed (a longshot, but I needed to cover all my bases). I even checked under the beds, but couldn't find him. At this point I am about a minute into my search and really starting to wonder where he could be.

I walked back to the door and turned the lights up all the way. I looked under the bed again and still couldn't see anything, so I crawled under the bed and reached back to the wall. I was really relieved to feel some little toes. I grabbed them and pulled Logan out from under the bed. I guess he must have rolled out of bed and sleep crawled all the way under his bed against the wall.

The kid is a very active sleeper. We've made the mistake of putting him in our bed a few times. I remember one night in particular, I woke up and he was wrapped around my head like a turban. I could barely breathe! After a couple nights, he is back in the play pen (we sold his crib--woops). We'll try again in a few months.

Give Me a Shake

A couple months ago, Logan started walking. It has been fun chasing him around and watching him dismantle our home.

But there have been cute moments as well. I've usually carried Logan into church and he'd watch as I'd shake hands with people before the start of meetings. A couple months ago, he snuck away from our pew, during the meeting, and walked up and down the aisle shaking hands with everyone.

It was funny to watch him in his little suit and tie. He would walk up to people, look at them and hold out his hand until they gave it a shake. He was persistent as a few people didn't pick up on what he wanted right away. With one individual, he must have held is hand out for a minute or so until he got the handshake he was waiting for. It was all very sweet, until one individual misread his desire for a handshake and gave him a cookie.

At that point I had to go retrieve him as he now felt that handshakes just didn't measure up to getting cookies from everyone. But it was cute while it lasted. They learn so fast!

Baptism Interview

Reid met with our Bishop last Sunday after church for his baptism interview. The Bishop knows Reid pretty well because he lives right across the street from us. After church, Reid always dashes to the Bishop's office for a small treat. This Sunday someone had brought the Bishop a plate of homemade cookies.

During the interview, the Bishop asked, "So Reid, tell me what you are thinking right now?" Reid is always very honest and replied, "Do you really want to know?" Our Bishop said, "Of course!" Reid, became quiet, lowered his head, and stared at the Bishop's desk as if in deep thought. He then said, "I think those cookies look delicious!"

Reid passed his interview and got a free cookie as part of the deal. I'm not sure how I'm going to feed that kid when he is a teenager.

Breathtaking Hike

On Friday Reid and I hiked Mount Timpanogos. We left at sunrise (7:30 AM) and made it back to our car at sunset (7:30 PM). This was not an easy hike, the trail to the top is just under 7 1/2 miles with about a 4,500 foot elevation gain. Below I wanted to capture some memories from the trip, which I thought would be amusing for others to read as well.

I woke Reid up at about 6:30 AM. I neglected to tell him beforehand that we would be hiking Timpanogos so he was a little grumpy and confused when I woke him so early on his day off school. I thought it would be best to surprise him as I didn't want him staying up late worrying about the hike. However, I was able to win him over with some strawberry jam on toast, scrambled eggs, and the promise of Pokemon cards if he could make it to the top.

Reid did a great job on the hike. It wasn't easy by any means! After coaxing him up the mountain, I think I have enough motivational material to write a best selling self-help book. My kids love the cartoon Scooby-Doo and the way to motivate Scooby-Doo is through a healthy supply of Scooby Snacks. For Reid it is an ample supply of fruit snacks. I make sure to bring lots of fruit snacks on any hike I go on with the kids! Reid ate not only the food I brought for him but a lot of the food I brought for myself as well. I think he finished the hike having eaten 3 apples, 2 PB and J sandwiches, 6 packages of fruit snacks, and a pretty big bag of chocolate almonds. Lucky for me, he doesn't care for beef jerky.

Reid got a little scared near the top of the mountain. At the saddle of Timpanogos the trail becomes pretty steep and windy. We held hands from the saddle to the top. My proudest moment came at the top of the mountain. Reid was looking off of the summit of Mount Timpanogos with his face into the wind and said "Dad, this is breathtaking!" I thought to myself, "Wow, despite all the complaining my seven year old gets it! He gets it! It is breathtaking! I didn't know he knew that word, breathtaking is a pretty big word for a 7 year-old!" I felt a tear starting to well up, but then Reid explained further, "With this wind blowing in my face, I can't breath! The wind is taking my breath away!" I had to agree, the wind on the summit is breathtaking.

What a great day we had. On the way back we saw a herd of mountain sheep and from the same spot a herd of mule deer. It was amazing! The fall colors were in full glory with yellow aspens and orange and red maples. I think it was a day Reid and I will remember for a long time.

Killer Hike

Last week, we finally welcomed our little baby boy (Logan) into the family. Due to the birth, the other kids have been cooped up for the week, so I decided to take them hiking to Timpanogos Cave National Monument down American Fork Canyon.

The caves are super cool, but the hike is about 1.5 miles straight up a mountain. I somehow convinced all my kids to come--Lynlee (8), Reid (6), Sadie (5), and Tessa (3). A sign along the trail caught Lynlee's eye, it said "Danger, falling rocks!" She started to cry--"I don't want to get crushed by falling rocks!" Sadie and Tessa soon joined in. Using my expert daddy skills, I calmed them all down and we continued up the mountain.

A few minutes later we came to the next sign, which read "Extreme Danger, falling rocks! Do not stop on red lines!" Lynlee started wailing at this point and, to make matters worse, every time we came to a red line we all got yelled at to hurry up and get off the line. However, this did increase our pace up the mountain.

The next sign along the trail read "Danger, rattlesnake habitat! Stay on the trail!" Lynlee lost it again, "Daddy! Daddy! I don't want to get bit by a rattlesnake! It could kill me!" I defused this one by saying if you stay on the trail you will be fine. I also promised her she wouldn't see any rattlesnakes (a promise I'd later regret).

The next sign showed a stick man slipping and falling off a cliff. You can guess the reaction to that one. But we were almost to the cave and surely we had seen all the signs by this time. But of course there had to be one more sign educating hikers about the fact that they are hiking in an active earth quake zone. I had to laugh, my poor little girls were an emotional wreak by the time we reached the top.

The caves were awesome and the kids had a lot of fun. However, on the way down we saw two rattlesnakes just off the trail. So much for my earlier promise! Reid thought they were cool and I managed to grab him before he could do something stupid like poke them with a stick. However, the girls started to cry again. "Dad, you promised we wouldn't see any rattlesnakes! You lied to us! Why would you take us on such a dangerous hike! We could have all been killed! And the Oscar goes to …"

Reid and I thought it was a fun hike, but I think it will be awhile before I convince the girls to go on a hike with me again!

Here are some pictures from the hike:

Free Drug Week

Last week Reid and Lynlee's school had a week to educate the kids about the dangers of drugs--Drug Free Week. However, I had a shock when Lynlee announced to me on Monday that it was "Free Drug Week" at school. Needless to say I offered to drive them to school that week.

YouTube Twitter and Facebook

I was watching the Tonight Show with Conan O'Brien the other night. They were doing their "In the Year 2000" skit, but have rampped it up to "In the Year 3000". Anyway, the last joke was pretty funny.

"In the year 3000... YouTube, Twitter, and Facebook will merge to create one super time wasting website called You Twit Face!"

Too funny!

You can watch it on Hulu.com for the time being.

Pracitcal Joke 2009

Last year my boss, Joseph, went to Asia for 3 weeks and we thought it would be funny to convert his office into a bathroom here is the link.

This year we decided to go with a backyard theme. Robert was able to procure some left over turf from some work being done on the Lavell Edwards Stadium. With the scrap we were able to sod his whole office. We then outfitted the office with lawn chairs, a barbecue, toys, a pool filled with sand and water. Oh, and a real live turtle for the pool.

We also bought garden hats for the advisement office and dean's office who came down when he arrived. It was a lot of fun. But the hardest part is figuring out what to do next year. It is amazing how it just seems to fall into place though.








Dean Cornia came down to help us out. He has a good sense of humor.

Manly Campout

This past Friday our church held a campout for all fathers and sons. Reid, who is five, was really excited to go.

It has been awhile since Reid has gone camping. When Reid was three we took him on a camping trip with some friends, but the heat, cracking, and popping of the campfire frightened him and we finally found him locked in the car and hiding--poor little guy!

How times have changed! Apparently between the ages of three and five, Reid's Y chromosome has kicked in with a vengeance and he is as much of a pyromaniac as the other boys his age. Most of the boys at the campout were around Reid's age, between four and eight years old. The big excitement of the night was watching these boys try to roast marshmallows over the campfire to make s’mores.

The boys all had sticks or metal skewers and it was both amazing and terrifying to watch this young tribe at work. Some of the boys just enjoyed watching the marshmallows and whatever else they could put in the fire burn. Others would swing their skewers around like they were trying out for the high school fencing team. I almost ended up on the business end of a few skewers trying to add wood to the fire. I'm glad no one came home with an eye patch! I'm also proud to report that the only injury sustained was a small burn blister on one of the boy's hand. Nice work dads!

It is for this reason that mother's aren't invited to these types of campouts. I can't think of any mother that could let their son play with red hot skewers in front of a raging fire, let their son eat his weight in molten marshmallow and at the same time carry on a meaningful conversation about the NBA playoffs and why coach so and so is an idiot! Nope, this is where dads excel!

I don't know how many s’mores Reid ate, but if Guinness had been there recording the event he may have been published. He was covered in sticky melted marshmallow, on his hands, face, and shirt, everywhere! Reid then decided to go run and play with his friends in the dark. I heard him trip over a root and found him lying in the dirt. I picked up Reid; at least I thought it was Reid, who was covered with dirt, wood chips, bark, and leaves which had chemically bonded with the marshmallow. Lucky for me Rochelle had packed a box of baby wipes, it only took about 20 wipes to find my son under the black mess.

Reid had a great time on the campout and wants to go again next weekend. He told me "Dad, sometimes it is just nice to get away from the girls!" We are a little outnumbered in our home, so it was nice to have some male bonding time. I also think he is at home in the woods, where we don't have to worry about climbing on things, throwing blunt objects, or peeing in a toilet.

Zion National Park

A picture says a thousand words. We went to Zion National Park in southern Utah this weekend. Amazing!



I used some freeware to stitch four pictures together. Then we had some fun with the kids pictures.



The views in the park were spectacular. I'd highly recommend going if you haven't been.

Fish in a Barrel

It is 5:00AM, too early to wake up, but my bladder can no longer wait. I stumble into the bathroom, and realize I can’t find my glasses. At 6’4” and near sighted, I make the decision to sit down to avoid any potential misfires. Being married for 9 years has taught me two things (1) always put the seat down and (2) if you sprinkle when you tinkle be a sweetie and wipe the seatie.

As I sit down I think to myself, does the seat usually feel this warm at 5:00AM? Follow-up question--does the seat usually feel warm and wet? How did this happen?!

It turns out I have a five year-old son who, for some reason, likes to use my bathroom in the morning. I also now understand why sisters, mothers, and wives all over the world get so upset over a urine soaked toilet. I’ve honestly never experienced that particular horror in my life before, and I’m not looking forward to experiencing it ever again.

So here is the point of this blog. When you are 6’4” I think the occasional misfire is excusable even understandable, but how does a kid who doesn’t even stand 4 feet miss the toilet consistently?! I mean shouldn’t it be like shooting fish in a barrel?

Well, the other night I found out what is going on. A phenomenon I now refer to as sleep peeing. I heard some noise in the bathroom and went to investigate. To my horror, I found Reid standing there with his pants down, his eyes closed, his hands at his side, and his fire hose (best way I can describe it) flapping around hitting everything. I ran into the line of fire, in hind sight a stupid thing to do, and tried to get "a hold" on the situation, but the damage was done. Ah, the joys of parenthood!

Is it wrong for me to wish my son would just wet the bed?! One day we’ll look back on this and laugh, but if nothing else I have greater empathy for all the women of the world. I also now look twice and sit once.

Daddy Daughter Dance

This past Friday our church held a very cool event for the girls four to twelve years old and their fathers. They put on a Daddy Daughter Dance with a dinner, corsages, music, and of course a glass disco ball. It was a lot of fun, despite trying to keep both my dates, Sadie (4) and Lynlee (6), happy.

For the first dance of the night they played "Butterfly Kisses"--that one always gets me. I was feeling pretty good about myself, because for the first time in my life, I had two girls cutting in and fighting over me on the dance floor. For the next song, I think they played something by Milley Cyrus. As soon as the song changed all the girls turned, left their fathers, ran into the middle of the floor, and started dancing and singing with each other.

This coordinated act by these small females gave me flashbacks to my youth. I remember going to the church sponsored youth dances and watching packs of girls dancing with each other. This, of course, left me and a host of other awkward young men on the outskirts of the dance floor doing our best to act cool.

As I looked around at the other fathers, it was like being transported back in time. Why is it that girls will instinctively dance with each other? I had always thought this was learned behavior, but for most of these girls this was their first formal dance. Could you imagine a group of boys dancing together in a similar situation? I'd imagine everyone would stop in their tracks if such an event took place--I think these boys would have some serious explaining to do at school the next day.

*****

“Hey Leroy!”

“What up?”

“You were sure light on your feet last night! I had no idea you were such a graceful dancer! Do you think you could teach me some of those moves?”

“Sure, boyfriend! By the way, do these dancing tights make my butt look fat? …”

*****

Doesn’t really flow does it?

Anyway, my dates did circle back eventually. OK, I offered to throw in some tosses and spins if they'd come back and dance with me. I'm not proud of the bribery, but it was a step in the right direction from my days as an awkward youth.

At the end of the night I tried to lock up some commitments for high school prom. Lynlee wasn't sold on the idea but Sadie gave me the knod. They grow up so fast, and it was awesome to see so many happy girls to be on a date with their dad, I'm going to miss these days!

TV Trasher

A couple weeks ago our five year old, Reid, trashed our downstairs TV. It has taken several weeks for me to find the situation humorous enough to write about. Let me preface this story with some facts.

Our TV was not a LCD that can be knocked over if a child runs past it too fast. The TV was a Sony Wega 32" display. The TV weighs 176 pounds! I made sure to bolt the entertainment center to the wall studs, but the TV I didn't worry about, did I mention it weighs 176 pounds?!! Also, let me preface the story by saying I feel very lucky to have lost only a TV and not a five year-old boy.

Like most men I made sure to get a TV that fits perfectly in the entertainment center. There is nothing worse than a TV with five or six inches around it. Unfortunately, there was enough space for our four year-old Sadie to drop the remote behind the TV. We all knew the remote was behind the TV, but seeing that the TV was 176 pounds, I put off retrieving the remote till I could get some help. It wasn't going anywhere.

Well, this turned out to be a huge mistake. Reid and his best friend were playing video games and decided to watch a movie. I guess at some point during this process they felt that pushing the buttons on the player and TV was too demeaning. Reid, then said "I've got a plan!" Reid and his friend each grabbed a side of the TV. The plan was to lower the 176 pound TV to the ground so they could retrieve the remote. Then they would let Dad put it back when he got home from work. As a couple Spider Men in training (that is what they were going to watch), this would be the perfect test of their abilities.

So they counted off "one, two, threeeee!" and the two of them managed to pull the TV to the point where it tipped out of the entertainment center and smashed to the ground. They both ran for it. The force of the TV falling yanked the cable out of the TV causing the wires to touch and blow the circuit breakers in the basement and knocked out all the lights. Reid's friend quickly excused himself and headed for home--smart kid.

My wife called me on my way home from work. I had to investigate with a flashlight, but it wasn't hard to put the pieces together.

I felt very lucky that no one was hurt. Rochelle and I watched the news that night and a child died the same day doing the exact same thing. The child pulled a 27" CRT TV over and it fell on him, he died at the hospital. I'm convinced Reid has an army of guardian angels following him at all times. I guess it is time to reevaluate what needs to be bolted down.

Cuddle Crazy

Tonight I told the kids that the first one to get their pajamas on, brush their teeth, and get into bed would get a special cuddle from their daddy. I know that doesn't sound like a great incentive, but our little Sadie, who is three, rushed to get ready for bed.

I was feeling pretty good about myself that she was so modivated to get a cuddle from her dad. I asked her, "So you really like to cuddle with your dad don't you?" She replied, "No, I just like to cuddle people!" I'm not feeling so special right now, and I'm trying to figure out how I can keep her from dating till she is thirty or so.

Top Ten Poor Career Choices for the Millennium

The other day I was talking with some friends about the Millennium. Somehow we got on the topic of which careers would not be needed, when it comes. I thought our list was a pretty good start. Can you think of any more?

1. Butcher


2. Lawyer


3. Adult Movie Star


4. Doctor


5. Grave Digger


6. False Prophet


7. Rabbi


8. Police Officer


9. President/King/Military Commander


10. Lion Tamer

P.S. One of my resolutions is to blog more in the new year. I'll try to do better than I have the past couple months.

Ikea - Swedish for Sweat Equity

The other day Rochelle laid down the law and told me it was time she had a decent work/project desk. Of course money is tight these days, and so we decided the best place to purchase said desk would be Ikea.

I've honestly never really bought anything major at Ikea. I've enjoyed their meatballs and hotdogs in the past, but I've never really made a major purchase at the store. So the whole trip was a learning experience for me.

Since it was Saturday and I knew I'd be in for a long trip with lots of other customers, I decided to get some meatballs. There is nothing worse than shopping on an empty stomach. The food was pretty good, but as I was leaving a lady grabbed me by the arm and pointed to a sign that said something about cleaning up your tray so Ikea could keep prices low. Well I didn't want to single handedly cause "Ikea inflation" so I did my part to clean up my table and tray.

Next I managed to make my way through the maze of displays and find the workarea lady. She helped me configure the desk and generated a two page shopping list. Two pages for a single desk? "OK, where do I bring my car to pick it up?" She then informed me I had to go pick out the packages in the warehouse, which is how they keep prices low. So I proceeded to make my way to the warehouse. Only one problem, I had to walk through two miles of merchandise to get there.

At this point I'm starting to feel like I'm in a video game quest. Talking to people trying to find a short cut, gathering the necessary puzzle pieces, and decoding the map I was given to find my list of items. Truthfully, my one desk required 13 packages!

The first 12 packages were all fairly small, but number 13 was about 6 feet long and 5 feet wide. Disregarding the picture of two happy Swedish fellows lifting the box, I somehow managed to finagle the package on to my cart by myself and made it to the checkout. At this point I'm tired, sweaty, and ready to get home.

The girl at the checkout then scolds me for not lining up the bar codes on my 13 packages correctly. She asks "Sir, haven't you shopped here before?" I jokingly replied, "A better question to ask is, will I shop here again?" She then said, "We keep prices lower by having you line up packages so we can scan items faster."

At this point in my shopping trip I'm having two thoughts (1) the guy who started Ikea is brilliant because he has basically turned all his customers into his employees and (2) how do I apply for a job at Ikea? As I'm leaving they have a special for two hot dogs, a pop, and chips for $2. Perfect, I've seriously worked up an appetite and that is too good of deal to pass up. Ikea makes me happy again.

So I victoriously get all 13 packages I need home, amazingly not forgetting any. I open all the packages and get the directions out only to discover that apparently Swedish furniture makers communicate using cryptic pictographs instead of words. Then the thought comes to my mind, "We keep our prices lower by not translating instructions and letting you figure it out."

OK, so at this point let me conclude that I'm all for keeping prices low. We all need a break with soaring gas prices, inflation, and the sagging economy. But it isn't me clearing my plate or lining up my packages that keeps Ikea prices low. It is the fact that all Ikea furniture is made from wood chips and glue. There I said it. That is the real secret, but I still may apply for a job there. I wonder if they give employees free meatballs?

Virtually Made It

The other day we took the kids to the park. Earlier in the day I watched my four year old son, Reid, perform amazing feats on the game cube game "Mario Dance Party". It was a real blow to my pride to be bested by a four year old.

At the park I was pushing the kids on the swing and I saw Reid trying to time the swing so he could run behind it. I watched him bolt for it just in time to have the swing and child nail him in the head and send him flying. I ran to make sure he was alright, but then had to fight back the urge to laugh about the whole situation.

Earlier in the day I was so impressed with my son's timing and ability to perform in a video game. But when it came to a real world situation he wasn't as impressive. I guess we better hit the gym together.

Tech Support

Here are some pictures of India, the place you call for tech support. It all makes perfect sense now doesn't it :)?! A friend sent these to me and I had to share them. Click the pictures to see a bigger version.