I Say It Best When I Say Nothing At All.....

During Sacrament Meeting on Sunday, Karissa decided it would be great fun to pull each of the Hymn Books off of their shelves and hand them to each member in our family. We were only allowed to hold onto them for about four seconds and she would retrieve them and place them back onto their shelves. This process continued for about 20 minutes. The most entertaining part of this show was watching her heave these books with all her might. As she would do so, the momentum would throw her into the bench we were all sitting on. She would hit the bench with enough force, she would immediately bounce back and hit the bench on the opposite side. She'd hit that with enough force that she would fall down. It was like watching a human pinball machine. I looked around for popcorn and a soda, but the best I could come up with was a piece of gum that was tucked inside my suit coat pocket. As I popped a stick of gum into my mouth, Nathan saw me and said, "can I have some?" I looked aroun

Last Saturday, I took my boys to see the new National Treasure movie. As we were driving over to the theater, Nathan struck up a conversation: "Are you excited to see this movie," he asked. "I guess so," I replied. "Well, Dad, if you're not that excited about it, you should turn the car around and let's go back home." "Well, I've already purchased the tickets." "I think you should sell them on ebay if you're not that excited to see the movie." "Nate, I am excited to see the movie, but probably not as excited as you are. Besides, I couldn't sell them on ebay. The show starts in about 15 minutes." "They should have an ebay stand at the movie theater so you can sell the tickets you don't want." As we were driving along, he continued, "what would happen if a helicopter flew you to the top of the sharpest mountain, would it hurt to sit on it?" I laughed, "well, Nate, I don't t

Coralee made a rotisserie style chicken last night for dinner. Mmmmm. It was so tender and cooked to perfection. Thanks Honey! When it came out of the oven, Nathan looked at it and said, "can I have turkey instead?" "No, this is what's for dinner," I said. After the blessing, we dished out various items to each of the children's plates. Coralee began carving the chicken and placing portions on each of the plates. Nathan watched curiously as the bird slowly changed from a plump and scrumptious bird to a skeletal shell. Nathan continued his inquiries, "is that the chicken's heart?" He was pointing to a darkened portion of the meat near the rib cage. Cora replied, "no, the heart was already taken out before I cooked it." She continued, "some people like to eat the heart of a chicken though." Nathan stared in disbelief. His eyes shifted left to right to capture the reaction from his siblings. "What about the chicken

I really should get to bed earlier at night. Now that David Letterman has returned to television, I find myself engrossed in his "late night" rhetoric. Following his monologue and first or second guest, I shut off the television and then find myself sucked into reading; at the present time, a Nicholas Sparks novel. At 5:30 each morning, my alarm clock introduces me to the world of the living with the local news station's morning crew talking about the weather and traffic. This morning, I reached over and turned off the alarm. The alarm had startled my beautiful wife. I know that if I remain in bed too long, she'll shake my arm or rub my back and tell me it is time to get up. I roll over to my stomach and prop myself up, resting on my elbows. This is more an effort to demonstrate to my dear wife that I am awake; not so much to motivate me into getting out of bed. It is so warm and comfortable in my bed. I decide I'll remain for just a few more minutes. Thir