The future of our country is in great hands

I thought this was funny.


Hello from Utah. I can't write too much 'cuz the Internet bill has tripled with gas prices. We're doing great, and in like three days I'll finally be caught up with work and can sleep again. Until then, I will survive on ungodly amounts of caffeine, thank you very much. Ash is home from school now and Ty is growing and playing and having a good ol' time doing it.

Every time we go to Babies R Us, we spend a small fortune (well it's a fortune to us, anyway—remember that parable of the widow's mite?), as we did today. Luckily, we only get around to going about every other month. We got Ty some cool stuff, and I (or Ash) will have to post some pics and video of our little bundle of joy.

Speaking of which, somebody needs to add Ashlie to the posting list for this blog. Under the current circumstances she has to post under my name and that's not entirely fair to her. There's just too much baggage associated with my tainted name.

I can't wait for the Fourth of July. It's the best holiday of the year. The Kaysville parade is better than Christmas, and I'd take a water fight with the local police and firemen (in their trucks, with their big old fire hoses) over leaving cookies out for santa any day.

That's all my random thoughts for tonight. I've been worried about those of you close to the floods and I hope they start receding (the floods, not just my worries—though my worries would recede proportionally with the receding of the floods).

Also, Grandma, I hope you are doing alright. Daytime TV is 100 percent more boring when you are forced to watch it because of an injury. Dr. Phil is pretty good, though, and ash likes those What Not to Wear shows. You are in our thoughts and prayers.