tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-50316289956793852992024-03-13T19:39:58.395-07:00Adventures in BabylonThe strength of a grizzly, the reflexes of a puma, and the wisdom of a man.Jasonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08201661262430498833noreply@blogger.comBlogger25125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5031628995679385299.post-12505108002045673452010-04-11T16:48:00.000-07:002010-04-11T17:16:11.819-07:00Memories of Mission Life15 years ago almost to the day I arrived in the Texas Dallas Mission.<div>I must say, I am getting old, because I have had a hard time remembering things.</div><div>The highlight since we have been here has been running into old friends, members and converts.</div><div>I even got to do splits with some of the missionaries that served in one of my old areas.</div><div>Time goes by so fast. In a way it seems like I was just here, knocking on doors, but driving around and seeing old areas seems more like deja vu than a recent memory, everything is so foggy.</div><div>It is amazing how much everything has changed over those 15 years including myself. I wish I could say that I have changed for the better, but going out on splits with the missionaries brought back a fire I once felt for the gospel, that I miss having in my life. </div><div>While I may be more refined, professional, and wise in the ways of the world, my spiritual maturity has not seen the same growth. </div><div>Anyhow while Dallas has been one of our favorite areas, and has been a time of great spiritual reflection for me. </div><div>I hope to leave Dallas a better person than when I came here on this trip. </div><div>Sometimes I lose focus on what life is all about, and need to be reminded of why I am here.</div><div>Seeing old converts, visiting my old wards and apartments, and working with the elders here has been a great reminder for me.</div>Jasonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08201661262430498833noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5031628995679385299.post-23555872405542928072010-03-21T13:33:00.000-07:002010-03-21T16:25:14.895-07:00Houston<div style="text-align: left;">Houston ended up being quite a trip for our family. We originally only planned to be there for 3 weeks but with the way work panned out we stayed for 6 weeks.</div><div>A lot happened while we were there.</div><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_aybgFb1Zeig/S6aqo9jD27I/AAAAAAAAB0g/yE7YLHx_5bE/s320/IMG_2710.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5451232019671669682" /><div><ol><li>The girls went to museums</li><li>We went to the NASA space center (this was pretty cool but I am way to ADHD to enjoy most museums but it was good for the girls to see one of the many things the government does with the money it takes.)<img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aybgFb1Zeig/S6ap3ckSB7I/AAAAAAAAB0Y/VUn8M--S3ac/s320/IMG_2664.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5451231169004832690" /></li><li>Food- Jess and I discovered Cajun Food and we love it. Muffalettas, Gumbo, Etouffee, crawfish, and the list goes on. I also had the best burger in my life at Papas Burgers<img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aybgFb1Zeig/S6ao7Z70KrI/AAAAAAAAB0Q/WYBx5QBQy7Q/s320/IMG_1010.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5451230137506081458" /></li><li>We went to the Houston Rodeo (this goes on the whole month of March and is the biggest rodeo in the world. The best part was the pig racing, the petting zoo, and the famous fried food. We had fried twinkies, ice cream, snickers bars, green tomatoes, pickles, smores, oreos, and a few other things I cant recall right now. let me just say that by the time we were done with our fried feast I could feel the deep fry working through my arteries till I fell asleep that night and drifted into a oily slumber.)<img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aybgFb1Zeig/S6aoUQaEsCI/AAAAAAAAB0I/D3EagA1Q6YM/s320/IMG_2763.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5451229464933740578" /><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aybgFb1Zeig/S6anxI5YwEI/AAAAAAAAB0A/g1CzXZA-hiA/s320/IMG_2742.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5451228861622173762" /></li><li>Jess and I got into a groove with some riding we did several 2 hr rides in 70 degree weather.</li><li>The kids made friends during spring break with a couple little girls there age. The girls have been craving friends so much that they have become very outgoing in meeting other kids. when we take them to parks they get right out there and mix it up and meet kids.<img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aybgFb1Zeig/S6amuecc5FI/AAAAAAAABz4/oUR4oKK2Rsc/s320/IMG_2947.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5451227716355155026" /></li><li>The Longhorn Ranch was one of the best experiences of the trip so far. We met some real nice members of our ward in Houston who took us out to there ranch. Not only did we get to see some longhorns but we also got to feed them and get right out there in the middle of them, I have to admit that even I got a little uneasy when the girls were out there in the middle of those bulls walking up to them. Our friend almost got gored by one while they were fighting over their food. We also took a canoe ride on their pond, chased an armadillo and had a catfish fry at the local Catholic church for lint.<img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_aybgFb1Zeig/S6amKpFsdHI/AAAAAAAABzw/osJqDIyV58A/s320/IMG_2815.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5451227100737205362" /></li><li>Fishing- Savannah and Shiloh had been saving their money up for some time and decided to buy fishing poles and tackle. Just behind our place we had a big pond with a bunch of crappie, so the girls caught a bunch of minos and gold fish with a net in a small stream and then used them as live bate. With 70 degree weather we spent a few days just fishing it was a great reminder that some of the best experiences are best had in the great outdoors.<img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aybgFb1Zeig/S6ak5cDgviI/AAAAAAAABzo/5aWrmOWW2UQ/s320/IMG_2960.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5451225705668984354" /><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aybgFb1Zeig/S6ajI8gMWxI/AAAAAAAABzg/bylHoce8I80/s320/IMG_2977.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5451223773053999890" /></li><li>For Jessicas B-Day she and I went to see a play called the 39 steps, it was one of the most entertaining plays I have seen, way funny.</li><li>Houston Temple- Jess and I got to check out the Houston Temple, it was on the smaller side but very unique both this temple and the San Antonio Temple have some beautiful stain glass windows.<img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_aybgFb1Zeig/S6aiQ1PrqNI/AAAAAAAABzY/Fm86-WyKHTw/s320/IMG_2685.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5451222809033025746" /></li></ol><div>Now we are in Dallas, my old mission area. This month we are staying in an apartment that is set up for corporate housing. It costs about the same but is much bigger and nicer. This location even has an infinity pool, it is right downtown dallas so the girls are going to get some experience living the urban lifestyle.</div><div>This week I am going to go on splits with some missionaries who are serving in one of the areas I served in 13 years ago.</div></div><div><div><br /></div></div>Jasonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08201661262430498833noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5031628995679385299.post-48204630329594758552010-02-14T09:32:00.000-08:002010-02-14T10:25:55.986-08:00Typical days for the prestons<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aybgFb1Zeig/S3g_pe_mw2I/AAAAAAAABy4/GLNth_TUKos/s1600-h/IMG_2643.JPG" style="text-decoration: none;"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aybgFb1Zeig/S3g_pe_mw2I/AAAAAAAABy4/GLNth_TUKos/s320/IMG_2643.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5438166531976905570" /></a>Here is a sample of some of the things the Preston's did for fun this week:<div><div><ol><li>Make friends with the hotel staff and guests<img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aybgFb1Zeig/S3g-uIo1GtI/AAAAAAAAByw/Su9q9Kldrsk/s320/IMG_2490.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5438165512363514578" /></li><li>Visit old graveyards<img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aybgFb1Zeig/S3g9jQjsNCI/AAAAAAAAByo/wuETJwzv3xs/s320/IMG_2604.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5438164225999254562" /></li><li>Decorate hotel rooms<img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aybgFb1Zeig/S3g9DXXuG8I/AAAAAAAAByg/r5UBq8d7zGU/s320/IMG_2612.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5438163678072282050" /></li><li>Caught fish in local streams near our hotel<img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aybgFb1Zeig/S3g8Gwc8aCI/AAAAAAAAByY/qmABthhgmJE/s320/IMG_2622.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5438162636833056802" /></li><li>Pass out valentines day cards to the hotel staff and guests<img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aybgFb1Zeig/S3g7jMhTr_I/AAAAAAAAByQ/isNmrQzhpK4/s320/IMG_2587.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5438162025892261874" /></li><li>Watched Avatar</li><li>Ate at great places<img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aybgFb1Zeig/S3g6fe7JWeI/AAAAAAAAByA/3Fw16ugGr5M/s320/IMG_2594.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5438160862601370082" /><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_aybgFb1Zeig/S3g69E6wUDI/AAAAAAAAByI/GrntBjUsrF0/s320/IMG_2598.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5438161371016482866" /><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div></li><li>Visited Down Town Houston<img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_aybgFb1Zeig/S3g5KbZryCI/AAAAAAAABxw/Wap_S5faUuU/s320/IMG_2637.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5438159401366833186" /></li><li><div style="text-align: left;">Explored the local woods</div><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aybgFb1Zeig/S3g4ozfPWhI/AAAAAAAABxo/ua6KthOoGaM/s320/IMG_2610.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5438158823717034514" /></li><li>Did I mention Eating<br /><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aybgFb1Zeig/S3g1xYVdtQI/AAAAAAAABxQ/t_X8E4fpdD8/s320/IMG_2646.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5438155672512214274" /></li></ol><div><br /><div><br /></div></div></div></div>Jasonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08201661262430498833noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5031628995679385299.post-50835540374371193032010-02-14T09:12:00.000-08:002010-02-14T09:31:45.946-08:00Houston<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aybgFb1Zeig/S3gysAQBnHI/AAAAAAAABxI/FN-JpARPWtM/s1600-h/IMG_2638.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aybgFb1Zeig/S3gysAQBnHI/AAAAAAAABxI/FN-JpARPWtM/s320/IMG_2638.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5438152281612721266" /></a><br />Houston is one of those cities we were just not that excited to visit, I mean what does anyone know about Houston? Sure they sent a spaceship to the moon but what else is cool about Houston.<div>Well other than being the 4th largest city in the USA the biggest news to us is that they have more restaurants per capita than any other city, so while we may not be in fat city (San Antonio) any longer, there is no reason not to keep putting the lbs on.</div><div>So far we have hit several great places to eat, including Niko, Niko (when Gus found out we were going to be in Houston it was his first recommendation) </div><div>While here we plan on hitting the NASA Space Museum, Galveston beach, The Galleria (2nd biggest mall in the US), some museums and doing a boat trip on the Bayou.</div><div><br /></div>Jasonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08201661262430498833noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5031628995679385299.post-26713664589935844812010-02-07T08:09:00.000-08:002010-02-07T09:17:54.308-08:00The Valley and Corpus<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aybgFb1Zeig/S27z8ZYn8zI/AAAAAAAABw4/qZkdxOx1iNI/s1600-h/IMG_2574.JPG" style="text-decoration: none;"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aybgFb1Zeig/S27z8ZYn8zI/AAAAAAAABw4/qZkdxOx1iNI/s320/IMG_2574.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5435550019214635826" /></a><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div>Last week we stayed in "The Valley" which is basically the southern tip of Texas which borders the gulf and Mexico.<div>One of the things we really enjoy is seeing different cultures and places. This area fit that description. Our hotel was in the city of Mcallen which looked like a town that was having an identity crisis. Yes it was located in the USA but if dropped from the air into the town you would have a hard time knowing that you were in the US. It seems the Mexican culture just came right across the border. Not only did most of the town speak just spanish but the majority of the signs were all in spanish as well, and the stores were organized in very much the same</div><div> way they are in Mexico.</div><div>I will say that the highlight of the trip was that I had the Best Mexican food in my life out there. The meat was smoked Texas style, but then it was prepared in a very authentic mexican style, I was blown away with every bite and ended up ordering about $60.00 in food to take back home. Wow it was so good, the bummer is that I am sure I will never find an infusion like that again. Other than that most of the mex I had in Texas has been just ok.</div><div>As Savannah Mentioned in <a href="http://bmxsavannah.blogspot.com/">her Blog</a> we also hit Corpus Christi this week, but unfortunately the two days we were there were very overcast. The girls and I decide to hit the beach anyways and we found all sorts of cool dead stuff washed up ranging from a blowfish and Huge jellyfish to what looked like a cat.</div><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aybgFb1Zeig/S27zNiteWSI/AAAAAAAABww/gfUSalaIBiM/s320/IMG_2572.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5435549214264154402" /><div>As far as cycling goes I have converted my old trek into a single speed bike and have been having some fun with that. It works out pretty well since there are not many mtn climbs in this part of the country.</div><div>Anyhow we are now in Houston Texas and will be here for the next few weeks. </div><div>Later...</div><div><br /></div>Jasonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08201661262430498833noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5031628995679385299.post-45160029548198498552010-01-31T19:49:00.000-08:002010-01-31T20:47:21.566-08:00Mexico<img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aybgFb1Zeig/S2Zb6BnPujI/AAAAAAAABoI/alapFDxCabQ/s320/IMG_2494.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5433131052892666418" /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aybgFb1Zeig/S2ZcNIGlTCI/AAAAAAAABoQ/K6msdW724TM/s1600-h/IMG_2516.JPG" style="text-decoration: none;"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aybgFb1Zeig/S2ZcNIGlTCI/AAAAAAAABoQ/K6msdW724TM/s320/IMG_2516.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5433131381052230690" /></a><div style="text-align: left;">Ever since we hit San Diego last May I have been wanting to take the girls to Mexico, I think it is important for them to see how the other side lives, even our homeless in America are blessed compared to the poverty that exists in t third world country. Most of us here in the US do not know what it means to want somthing, so I like to get out and be reminded.</div><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aybgFb1Zeig/S2ZamLCUOUI/AAAAAAAABnw/6u2W5zSzKy8/s320/costa_rica_homeless_boys.JPG.jpeg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5433129612313114946" /><div style="text-align: left;">Unfortunatly every border town we were near was reportedly "to dangerous" with all the drug wars. We passed up border towns in California, Arizona and even one in Texas, however this week work has luckily brought me to the blessed town of McAllen Texas, which happens to be on the southern most tip of Texas right next to Mexico. Even though we still heard plenty of people say that this border town was also dangerous, we had a few good sensed locals who let us know that a lot of the fear was media hype.So yesterday we loaded up the kids and hit the border. In order to avoid being a target with the old Lincoln Navigator we opted to leave it in a local Whataburger parking lot and walk across the Rio Grande Bridge on foot.I knew Savannah was nervous because she had the motor mouth anxiety she gets every time she is excited, she started talking and just wouldn't stop. Mom on the other hand gets very quiet when she is anxious so between the two of them it works out.</div><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aybgFb1Zeig/S2ZbmDVzhBI/AAAAAAAABoA/rbaOIAWBw3k/s320/IMG_2512.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5433130709759001618" /><div>So needles to say yes it was very safe, of corse we didn't go around looking for drugs, women or trouble, nor did we get obnoxious and drunk. However the Mexican Military was in force out there, Shiloh even walked up to one of them and asked to touch his machine gun.</div><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 192px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_aybgFb1Zeig/S2ZbDTBxA6I/AAAAAAAABn4/phbzjlCvlmk/s320/30mex.xlarge1.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5433130112674497442" /><div style="text-align: center;">Surprisingly we only saw one white couple there the whole day, and with the girls being blond they had several locals coming up and stroking their hair.</div><div>We got some great deals on some leather sandals for the girls, but mostly we ate, and ate and ate some more. The girls went crazy on the corn, ever since they watched Nacho Libre, they have had a desire to have grilled corn on a stick, but that not much of a local Utah thing so they were stoked when they saw it there.</div><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aybgFb1Zeig/S2ZZJAbUKuI/AAAAAAAABl0/EktvRqjHF6w/s320/IMG_2499.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5433128011737344738" /><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aybgFb1Zeig/S2ZZt-Y6ZvI/AAAAAAAABno/ZXWsllKvERI/s320/IMG_2504.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5433128646845556466" /><div>There were a few sketchy parts of town that we avoided but, I have to admit, this border town was just as safe as any that I hit before.</div><div>I hope to visit again if I get done with work early while I am here.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aybgFb1Zeig/S2ZVTDw11AI/AAAAAAAABlo/y__JgIkJ2DI/s320/IMG_2506.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5433123786385118210" /></div><div><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aybgFb1Zeig/S2ZUFpJ7UNI/AAAAAAAABjs/7pRkx5HuicI/s320/IMG_2511.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5433122456392650962" /></div>Jasonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08201661262430498833noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5031628995679385299.post-58563908842464121952010-01-23T12:34:00.000-08:002010-01-23T17:29:11.393-08:00Traveling<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_aybgFb1Zeig/S1tiIB61L0I/AAAAAAAAA0o/QDIGR87rjv8/s1600-h/IMG_2420.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_aybgFb1Zeig/S1tiIB61L0I/AAAAAAAAA0o/QDIGR87rjv8/s320/IMG_2420.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5430041665818931010" /></a><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div>I have had enough people ask me what we have been doing and wanting to keep in touch with me that I have decided to get my blog going again.<div>Jessica and Savannah have also decided to blog on their new sites, so between the three of us hopefully we will be able to keep a record of our adventures.</div><div>Since November 1st we have been living on the road as a family.</div><div><br /></div><div>We spent the month of November in So Cal and had a great time hitting the beaches, Disney land, and of corse we had to hand out a bit in Beverly Hills.</div><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aybgFb1Zeig/S1tgZqwJWWI/AAAAAAAAA0Q/C4eUOhbkZoQ/s320/IMG_2219.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5430039769814489442" /><div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div></div><div>December was spent in Phoenix AZ area. The weather was great we did plenty of swimming and cycling, the highlight was going to some of the old ghost towns and going into an old abandoned mine. We also went to the Mesa temple Christmas lights which was a awesome way to get into the holiday spirit at 75 degrees.</div><div><br /></div><div>January has been spent in San Antonio, and it has been my favorite destination so far. We have had some great BBQ (Lockheart), visited and studied the Alamo, hung out at the river walk and been out on a few hiking adventures.</div><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_aybgFb1Zeig/S1thgRQUqgI/AAAAAAAAA0g/r3nUr_PAWDc/s320/IMG_2401.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5430040982740838914" /><div><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aybgFb1Zeig/S1tgviV57fI/AAAAAAAAA0Y/0xX7lH5jipc/s320/IMG_2457.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5430040145514065394" /></div><div>Although we have had a lot of fun traveling, I still work. Basically what I am doing is traveling the country and training reps who work for Henry Schein. </div><div>We help them learn how to provide strategic marketing solutions and consulting for their dentists. It is actually pretty fun, I meet new reps every day and they take me around to meet their dentist who are looking for marketing help.</div><div>After San Antonio we will spend a month in Houston and then a month in Dallas.</div><div>Life on the road is quite an adventure, we basically live in hotels for several weeks at a time. The key is to either have separate rooms or to get a two bedroom hotel. </div><div>Jessica is way awesome not only is she an amazing teacher to the girls, but she is way fun to hang out with and way adventurous. </div>Jasonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08201661262430498833noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5031628995679385299.post-3071162002431489862008-06-30T07:52:00.000-07:002008-12-10T16:12:41.509-08:00Savannah's first century<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aybgFb1Zeig/SGj_t896E9I/AAAAAAAAAXM/6KmwZmW6Pyw/s1600-h/DSC02209.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aybgFb1Zeig/SGj_t896E9I/AAAAAAAAAXM/6KmwZmW6Pyw/s320/DSC02209.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5217701333233701842" /></a><br />Savannah is tough.<div>Last Saturday the day finally arrived for Savannah's big ride, she was so excited that she woke up before dad and was chomping at the bit to get out the door.</div><div>First thing dad had to do though was to take her shorts and lather them up with shammy cream, I think she was a little taken back when she pulled them on.</div><div>So we got out the door and drove to Canyon bicycles to start the ride, after meeting up with all of our buddies and having a great Jamba Juice we started the ride.</div><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aybgFb1Zeig/SGj5oCqqRqI/AAAAAAAAAWk/4akXOxn47eM/s320/DSC02214.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5217694634614605474" /><div>Savannah had fun racing everyone there, especially Cameron, every time he would come around the side of us I would feel a little surge coming from Savannah. <br /></div><div>When we would start getting dropped on a hill Savannah would yell, faster dad faster, they are getting away from us. </div><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aybgFb1Zeig/SGj5pHQzsAI/AAAAAAAAAW8/oEZ0SOJzlZ8/s320/DSC02217.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5217694653028216834" /><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aybgFb1Zeig/SGj5oqeJvJI/AAAAAAAAAWs/GDzfPdoQtdE/s320/DSC02215.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5217694645299559570" /><div>Although we got dropped several times over, we were very fortunate to have good friends who would wait up for us and pull us back to the group. In fact by the end of the ride I was so shot that Cameron was literally pushing me up the hills.</div><div>Savannah ended up holding out far better than dad, she was always encouraging dad to go faster and catch the guys in front. Dad cramped up so bad at the end of the ride that Savannah had to push me along until my legs came back.</div><div>Savannah is the most determined kid I know, she has a unconquerable spirit. It is great to be her dad, and to see her develop into the leader she was meant to be.</div><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aybgFb1Zeig/SGj5poi_GjI/AAAAAAAAAXE/TbB9nN-ISj8/s320/DSC02238.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5217694661962832434" />Jasonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08201661262430498833noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5031628995679385299.post-4572601164218490652008-06-27T08:27:00.000-07:002008-12-10T16:12:41.797-08:00The Church and Gay Marriage<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aybgFb1Zeig/SGUNkvv_x3I/AAAAAAAAAWU/sGgkgkmVp48/s1600-h/images.jpeg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aybgFb1Zeig/SGUNkvv_x3I/AAAAAAAAAWU/sGgkgkmVp48/s320/images.jpeg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5216590668322817906" /></a>The Church will be reading a letter this sunday in sacrament meetings reguarding the constitutional amendment for homosexual marriage in California <a href="http://www.connorboyack.com/blog/images/ca_fp_letter.pdf">Link</a><a href="http://www.connorboyack.com/blog/images/ca"> </a>. The letter contains very strong language, some might even say that it is sugestive of what we hear in the temple. The last paragraph states <blockquote>"We ask that you do all that you can to support the proposed constitutional amendment <span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;">by donating </span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;">your means and time</span> to assure that marriage in California is leagally defined as between a man and a woman. <span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;">Our best efforts are required</span> to preserve the sacred institution of marriage."</blockquote>What do you think, is the church overstepping their bounds by getting involved in political matters? <div><br /><div>There are members of the church who have come right out in criticism of the leaders of the Church of Jesus Christ of Latter-day Saints, saying that they have no business getting involved with this (<a href="http://www.affirmation.org/media/2008_06_24.shtml">Link</a>).</div><div><br /></div><div>The internet is aflame with this topic right now, there are even many stating that they believe that the church will eventually concede on this stating that it will be just like when the blacks received the priesthood.<br /></div><div><br /></div><div>I do not see the church changing their position on this one they seem to have clearly drawn a line in the sand and have called for members to make a stand.</div><div><br /></div><div>It will be interesting to see what happens.</div></div>Jasonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08201661262430498833noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5031628995679385299.post-28594530560424013482008-06-26T07:52:00.000-07:002008-12-10T16:12:41.955-08:00Breakfast like a king<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_aybgFb1Zeig/SGUPd5_Y5yI/AAAAAAAAAWc/shroUmOBAe8/s1600-h/images-1.jpeg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_aybgFb1Zeig/SGUPd5_Y5yI/AAAAAAAAAWc/shroUmOBAe8/s320/images-1.jpeg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5216592749835904802" /></a><br />When I was racing back in Kentucky, I learned a secret that has been of great help to me over the years.<div>"Eat breakfast like a king, lunch like a servant, and dinner like a popper"</div><div>A high carb, big breakfast will fuel you through the day and keep you feeling satisfied.</div><div>Lunch should be smaller but still have some carbs.</div><div>Dinner should be the smallest meal and it should be low carb and high fiber (big salads).</div><div><br /></div><div>The logic for this diet, particularly for an athlete is that you put the right types of fuel into your body at the right times. What good are carbs right before bed? You do not need carbohydrates to sleep, so if your body does not convert them into energy it will convert them to glucose and then fat. Eating big early in the day also kick starts your metabolism, particularly when combined with a workout.</div><div><br /></div><div>This has been a good diet for me over the years (when I have had the discipline to follow it).</div><div><br /></div><div>Yesterday, Chad sent the following article to me and I think it has some merit.</div><div><br /></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" ;font-family:arial;font-size:10px;"><h2></h2><blockquote><h2>Big Breakfast Helps Weight Loss</h2><i></i><p style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51); ">(Ivanhoe Newswire) – You’ve heard that breakfast is the most important meal of the day. Now piling an extra helping on your plate may actually help trim your waistline.</p><p style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51); ">New research from Venezuela and Virginia Commonwealth University shows eating a big breakfast filled with carbohydrates and protein then eating a low-carb, low-calorie diet the rest of the day can help you lose weight and keep it off.</p><p style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51); ">Researchers compared their new diet with a strict low-carb diet in 94 obese women who were not physically active. Both diets were low in fat and total calories but had carbohydrates distributed differently.</p><p style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51); ">On the very-low-carb diet 46 women ate 1,085 calories a day with 17 grams of carbohydrates, 51 grams of protein and 78 grams of fat. Breakfast was the smallest meal – participants were allowed 290 calories, seven grams of carbohydrates and 12 grams of protein.</p><p style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51); ">The 48 women on the “big-breakfast diet” had 1,240 calories a day – 46 grams of fat, 97 grams of carbohydrates, and 93 grams of protein. They ate a 610-calorie breakfast with 58 grams of carbohydrates, 47 grams of protein and 22 fat grams. Lunch had 395 calories (34, 28 and 13 grams of carbohydrates, protein and fat, respectively); dinner had 235 calories (5, 18 and 26 grams, respectively).</p><p style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51); ">After four months, results show the women on the low-carbohydrate diet lost an average of about 28 pounds. Those on the big-breakfast diet lost nearly 23 pounds on average. But after eight months, the low-carb dieters regained an average of 18 pounds, while the big-breakfast group kept losing weight, dropping another 16.5 pounds. Women on the new diet lost more than 21 percent of their body weight, compared with 4.5 percent in the low-carbohydrate group.</p><p style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51); ">Researchers say the big-breakfast diet works because it makes you feel fuller and reduces cravings for sweets and starches. It boosts your metabolism and keeps it up all day long.</p><p style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51); ">SOURCE: The Endocrine Society’s 90th Annual Meeting in San Francisco, June 2-15, 2008</p><p style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51); "></p><blockquote></blockquote><blockquote></blockquote><br /><p></p></blockquote><p style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51); "></p></span></div>Jasonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08201661262430498833noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5031628995679385299.post-65217380391920367852008-06-24T15:11:00.000-07:002008-06-24T15:16:52.167-07:00The big ride that aint so bigWell, big dreams are made for breaking.<div>I was all excited about the 1000 mile ride, until one by one everyone bailed on it. Ia m all up for a challenge, but 1000 miles in 5 days riding solo just does not sound that fun. So i will just be doing the Seattle to Portland ride and then flying home from there.</div><div><br /></div><div>However I have talked with some of my buddies and we might try to do it over Labor Day weekend instead.</div><div>To make it more logistically easy we might just ride to Vegas and back in five days, and since everyone already has three days off I think it will be easier to get a better attendance.</div><div>Lets hear it for Labor day!</div><div><br /></div>Jasonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08201661262430498833noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5031628995679385299.post-66451412513548532932008-06-23T14:00:00.000-07:002008-12-10T16:12:42.296-08:00Idolatry and me<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aybgFb1Zeig/SGAhQQ0UzyI/AAAAAAAAAWE/GoFen1xQt-A/s1600-h/bling-bling.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aybgFb1Zeig/SGAhQQ0UzyI/AAAAAAAAAWE/GoFen1xQt-A/s320/bling-bling.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5215204931771092770" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aybgFb1Zeig/SGAfd9ZAB4I/AAAAAAAAAV8/Z7MKprIlgbo/s1600-h/merchandise_images.jpg"></a><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" ;font-family:times;font-size:15px;"><p style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51); ">Yesterday, in Sunday school we talked about being better husbands and fathers. One of the things we discussed is how hard it is to help our wives because of how busy we are.</p><p style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51); ">As husbands and fathers our role is to provide for our families, however as in many things the tendency has been to run to extortion. One of the biggest flaws we have fallen into as a society, is modern day idolatry.</p><p style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51); ">Yes we are to provide, but how much and at what cost? Do we have to work 60 hours a week in order to provide for our families? If we are serving the almighty dollar all day long, competing for possessions, from 8:00 am till 7:00 pm, when are we raising our families, when are we administering to the sick and afflicted, and when are we building the Kingdom of God. </p><p style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51); ">Is this the way God intends us to live?</p><p style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51); ">Today during a lunch break I ran across "The False Gods we Worship" by President Spencer W. Kimball and it reminded me of our sunday school discussion, so I thought I would throw a quote from the talk into this blog.</p><p style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51); ">Here are his words:</p><p style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51); "></p><blockquote><p style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51); ">The Lord has blessed us as a people with a prosperity unequaled in times past. The resources that have been placed in our power are good, and necessary to our work here on the earth. But I am afraid that many of us have been surfeited with flocks and herds and acres and barns and wealth and have begun to worship them as false gods, and they have power over us. Do we have more of these good things than our faith can stand? Many people spend most of their time working in the service of a self-image that includes sufficient money, stocks, bonds, investment portfolios, property, credit cards, furnishings, automobiles, and the like to <i>guarantee</i> carnal security throughout, it is hoped, a long and happy life. Forgotten is the fact that our assignment is to use these many resources in our families and quorums to build up the kingdom of God -- to further the missionary effort and the genealogical and temple work; to raise our children up as fruitful servants unto the Lord; to bless others in every way that they may also be fruitful. Instead, we expend these blessings on our own desires, and as Moroni said, "Ye adorn yourselves with that which hath no life, and yet suffer the hungry, and the needy, and the naked and the sick and the afflicted to pass by you, and you notice them not" (Mormon 8:39).</p><p style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51); ">As the Lord himself said in our day, "They seek not the Lord to establish his righteousness, but every man walketh in his own way, and after the image of his own God, whose image is in the likeness of the world, and <i>whose substance is that of an idol,</i> which waxeth old and shall perish in Babylon, even Babylon the great, which shall fall" (D&C 1:16; italics added).</p></blockquote><p style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51); "></p><p style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51); "><img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aybgFb1Zeig/SGAfd9ZAB4I/AAAAAAAAAV8/Z7MKprIlgbo/s320/merchandise_images.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5215202968051124098" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; " /></p><p style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51); ">I know that I spend way to much time and effort on the vain things of the world. Sundays discussion and this talk has been a great reminder for me to review where my heart and priorities are.</p></span>Jasonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08201661262430498833noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5031628995679385299.post-34089700049016510922008-06-22T21:20:00.000-07:002008-12-10T16:12:42.872-08:00Pull my finger<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aybgFb1Zeig/SF8nrdtCGiI/AAAAAAAAAV0/QDJUmm7Qdls/s1600-h/DSC01954.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aybgFb1Zeig/SF8nrdtCGiI/AAAAAAAAAV0/QDJUmm7Qdls/s320/DSC01954.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5214930521179691554" /></a><br /><br />Tonight the funniest thing happened.<div>Shiloh came up to mom saying "Pull my finger, Pull my finger", so I thought I would watch to see what Shiloh would do, and how mom would react.</div><div>Well we all know the old pull my finger joke, but this was Shilos first time trying it out on her own.</div><div><br /></div><div>So Shiloh holds out her finger, and mom</div><div> gives it a courtesy pull, then Shiloh focused and focused, and we waited and waited until.... Oh mom!... I gotta go to the bathroom!</div><div>Yes, you guessed it, the old pull my finger trick back fired on little Shiloh (literally). I guess she learned a new level of respect for dads old trick. Like all good tricks they look easier than they really are.</div><div><br /></div><div>Anyhow Jess and I were bent over just laughing our heads off after little Shiloh ran to the bathroom, it wasnt long after that Shiloh called mom in requesting a change of panties be brought in to her.</div><div><br /></div><div>Well, this was just one of those priceless moments that parenting brings.</div><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aybgFb1Zeig/SF8nZRnpBfI/AAAAAAAAAVs/qKp2uJ5o2aU/s320/DSC01635.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5214930208698205682" />Jasonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08201661262430498833noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5031628995679385299.post-41093746851386548382008-06-19T11:29:00.000-07:002008-12-10T16:12:43.981-08:00Fast versus Fat<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_aybgFb1Zeig/SFqqc9HfdBI/AAAAAAAAAVU/v1qGL4iI634/s1600-h/images-1.jpeg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_aybgFb1Zeig/SFqqc9HfdBI/AAAAAAAAAVU/v1qGL4iI634/s320/images-1.jpeg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5213666933053813778" /></a>As a cyclist I have a real de-lima, I love to ride and I love to eat.<div><br /><div>It is a well known fact that fat cyclist do not make fast cyclists, and I want to be fast.</div><div><br /></div><div>Before I go on, I need to make a disclaimer to any non believers (cyclists). Fat in the cycling world is not the same as fat in the real world. The heavier you and your bike are the more watts you have to generate to get up that hill. Cyclist can pay thousands of dollars to make their bike lose a pound of weight. If you are just an average chump like me you need all the help you can get. So fat has nothing to do with looks, but everything to do with the vanity and pride of smoking my buddies.</div><div><br /><div>This winter I was down to my lowest winter weight in years, hovering at 153. I thought for sure I would drop down to 149 by racing season. Well you know what they say about good intentions... </div><div>I now weigh 156 and am getting my but kicked on the climbs. I have a big race this weekend with a 30 mile climb to Evanston, but I have found that I have procrastinated the</div><div> day of my repentance to long. Now I will struggle to hang with the middle of the group, instead of charging off the front with the leaders. </div><div><br /></div><div>Oh well, such is life right? I have enjoyed a lot of good pastries and meals lately, I even found an amazing Cannoli at Granatos Bakery a few weeks ago, and all the daily lunch trips to the bakeries in SLC have been wonderful. </div><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aybgFb1Zeig/SFqqdwX0cCI/AAAAAAAAAVc/RcwscXGy8JU/s320/images.jpeg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5213666946812506146" /><div>Maybe I will cut back on the massive amounts of calories I have been consuming all spring tomorrow...</div><div><br /></div><div>If I only had Jessica's self control, then I would finally be fast.</div></div></div>Jasonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08201661262430498833noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5031628995679385299.post-5275208794092235792008-06-11T08:10:00.000-07:002008-06-11T08:17:22.269-07:00Family ridesLast Friday we finally committed and bought another tag a long. Now instead of just mom and dad going out on a ride the whole family can go out and rack up the miles. We went on our first ride last Saturday, and the girls had a blast. Shiloh had a huge grin on her face the whole time, I think she is going to be a little speed junkie. Savannah had the most fun when I would just coast and let her push me along.<div><br /></div><div>I am probably racing this Saturday, but we are excited to get the girls out on a 50 mile ride soon.</div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div>Jasonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08201661262430498833noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5031628995679385299.post-86445295614189275752008-05-30T08:11:00.000-07:002008-12-10T16:12:44.560-08:001,000 miles in 5 days<img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aybgFb1Zeig/SEAaiRO1jmI/AAAAAAAAAU8/PESE3wFZKLc/s320/ride+with+monica.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5206190345283800674" /><br /><div>I have been planning on riding the STP (Seattle to Portland) a 204 mile organized bike ride with Monica (one of my athletes) for about six months. At one point Jess and I were going to take the kids along and then drive along the coast to California, and show the kids the Redwoods, San Francisco LA. etc. making about a ten day road trip of it.</div><div><br /></div><div>Well Gas prices have gotten so high that we decided to scratch that idea, and instead I decided to fly in ride the event and ride home. Luckily Cameron (another one of my athletes) decided to ride home with me. So we mapped it out and decided to ride it in five days, averaging about 200 miles a day.</div><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aybgFb1Zeig/SEAgUhO1joI/AAAAAAAAAVM/FOwEzMUgbtU/s320/Picture+4.png" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5206196706130366082" /><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;">Next we started thinking that this would make an epic charity ride, so after talking to the title sponsor of our team KJZZ/ The Fan, we decided to focus on the recent global food shortages.<br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;">In essence we will be peddling for food. The goal is to raise 25,000 lbs of rice. To put that into perspective, one person could survive a year off of 150 lbs of rice. so by raising 25,000 lbs we would be able to feed 166 adults for an entire year.</div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;">Knowing every mile I peddle, that I am feeding 15 people a days worth of food, is inspiring.</div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aybgFb1Zeig/SEAajBO1jnI/AAAAAAAAAVE/RBNjHyXUzOw/s320/Picture+3.png" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5206190358168702578" /></div><div style="text-align: left;">Right now we are still working out the details. We are trying to decide if we should donate the rice to local food banks, or send it to Africa. Wild Bill from Bajios has also suggested that we send it to the Bajio region of Mexico.</div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;">There will be a minimum of 5 riders riding right now the list is as follows:</div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"> </span>Cameron Laskey<br /></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"> </span>Jim Greene<br /></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"> </span>Doug Sligting<br /></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"> </span>Me<br /></div><div style="text-align: left;">Doug is still a tentative and I am hoping to get Kevin Leake to commit as well.</div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;">For now I have bought my one way airline ticket, and am looking forward to spending 11 hours in the saddle a day for five days straight.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div>Jasonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08201661262430498833noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5031628995679385299.post-16689731376488833312008-05-22T10:57:00.000-07:002008-12-10T16:12:45.778-08:00Savannah's hike across Utah lake<img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aybgFb1Zeig/SDW-nBO1jjI/AAAAAAAAAUk/6MW1dW_JRJo/s320/DSCN0409-1.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5203274522051317298" />Yes that's right, hike across Utah Lake.<div>After Wood and I were not able to hike Timp on New Years day, due to avalanche danger we schemed up a new adventure. Hike Utah Lake.</div><div><br /></div><div>After going home and reading up on it it turns out that it has been done before, and is safe if there has been a good cold streak, so we invited all our buddies for the adventure. </div><div><br /></div><div>Well turns out all our buddies thought we were crazy accept for Savanna and my courageous nephew Chandler. So the four of us started keeping an eye on the weather. After we had a week of solid freezing temperatures we called up Utah Lake State park to get an idea of how thick the ice was. After getting the thumbs up we started our adventure. </div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div>To start with we each packed a extra set of clothes, so that if one of us went down they could wear the other persons clothes. We packed plenty of water, food, and other emergency items. Including two ropes, one two tie all of on to and another for emergency.</div><div><br /></div><div>We stared on the west side of the lake south of Saratoga, after getting through the bullrush we made it on the lake.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aybgFb1Zeig/SDW-lxO1jgI/AAAAAAAAAUM/e23hY7ri-q8/s320/DSCN0401.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5203274500576480770" /><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div>The first 400 yards were fairly sketchy, you could hear the ice rumbling in the distance, each step we took at a slow pace.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aybgFb1Zeig/SDW-mRO1jhI/AAAAAAAAAUU/Brs9Y8CO3fE/s320/DSCN0406.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5203274509166415378" /><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div>Once we got out closer to the center of the lake, the Ice was more solid and our pace picked up to a jog. We would see where the ice had been pushed together like fault lines and pushed up massive piles of ice.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aybgFb1Zeig/SDXBeBO1jlI/AAAAAAAAAU0/H-BzW3kE8oA/s320/DSCN0416-1.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5203277665967378002" /><div>There were also cracks in the ice where the ice had separated and new ice had formed. Most of These were very thick and stable.<br /></div><div><br /></div><div>Once we made it out near the middle of the lake it looked like we were in Antarctica or something, it was very cool looking off in the distance and just seeing ice and snow.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aybgFb1Zeig/SDW-mxO1jiI/AAAAAAAAAUc/AFkltrBNOb8/s320/DSCN0408-1.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5203274517756349986" /></div><div>The East end of the lake was the sketchiest, you could hear the cracking louder, and see more of the rivers in the ice. There was one crack that we all crossed very carefully because you could see water without ice that was about 4 inches wide. </div><div><br /></div><div>Because we were late to help my mom move that day we had to do most of the hike a slow running pace, we gave the kids three breaks the longest being 10 minutes. </div><div><br /></div><div>This was a great trip and one that we will look forward to doing again.</div><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aybgFb1Zeig/SDW-nRO1jkI/AAAAAAAAAUs/-27cy4ITQ2k/s320/DSCN0410-1.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5203274526346284610" />Jasonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08201661262430498833noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5031628995679385299.post-51946925602740167822008-05-22T10:34:00.000-07:002008-12-10T16:12:47.464-08:00Let the good times roll<div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_aybgFb1Zeig/SDWwrhO1jaI/AAAAAAAAATc/r2s8glqnvWY/s320/DSC01928.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5203259206197939618" /><br />Jess and I went out for a special mothers day date to the Zermatt resort a couple of weekends ago. We had a hoot of a good time. <div><br /></div><div>The first thing we did after hitting their great bakery was drive up to Park City and cruise main street. While we were walking around we rememberd being there about 14 years ago while we were both in high school (I think it was actualy during school hours). We were there as friends and one of the activities we did was take a spin in the dryer at the local laundry mat.</div><div>Well it turns out that same laundry mat is still there on mainstreet, so we decided to see if it still looked the same inside.</div><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_aybgFb1Zeig/SDWwshO1jbI/AAAAAAAAATk/RcjQ9gjAyyM/s320/DSC01930.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5203259223377808818" /><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div>The good news is that they still had the same dryers, the better news is that I still fit inside the dryer.</div><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aybgFb1Zeig/SDWzexO1jfI/AAAAAAAAAUE/9atIChpl_2Y/s320/DSC01936.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5203262285689490930" /><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aybgFb1Zeig/SDWwtRO1jcI/AAAAAAAAATs/WYoxAmut1kc/s320/DSC01931.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5203259236262710722" /><div>So any how after our spin in Park City Jess and I headed back to the Zeramatt for dinner. Boy was it good. We had the buffet and it was easily one of the top three dining experiences that we have had. Everything we ate was just delicious, and the deserts were to die for. I have never found a buffet that comes close to this in quality and taste, that The Roof, Belagio, and The Spice Market buffet in Vegas.</div><div><br /></div><div>We got home the next morning just in time for church, the girls were very happy with the gifts we brought them (shampoo, soap, hair net, and other hotel swag).</div><div><img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_aybgFb1Zeig/SDWyxhO1jdI/AAAAAAAAAT0/fD0b9cg4gI0/s320/DSC01938.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5203261508300410322" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; " /></div><div><br /></div><img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aybgFb1Zeig/SDWyyBO1jeI/AAAAAAAAAT8/N7MlghyFch4/s320/DSC01911.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5203261516890344930" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; " /><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div>Jasonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08201661262430498833noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5031628995679385299.post-59210455588507894932008-05-15T07:34:00.001-07:002008-05-23T07:08:49.662-07:00As a Man ThinkethI just finished reading, As a Man Thinketh, by James Allen. It was very impressing, to see that life is completely just and fair. We are the makers of our selfs, our current situation is a result of our past thoughts. Here are a few quotes:<div><br /><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" ;font-family:'Trebuchet MS';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"></span></span></div><blockquote><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">The soul attracts that which it secretly harbors; that which it loves, and also that which it fears. It reaches the height of its cherished aspirations. It falls to the level of its unchastened desires - and circumstances are the means by which the soul receives its own.</span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><br /></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><br /></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">Circumstance does not make the man; it reveals him to himself No such conditions can exist as descending into vice and its attendant sufferings apart from vicious inclinations, or ascending into virtue and its pure happiness without the continued cultivation of virtuous aspirations; and man, therefore, as the lord and master of thought, is the maker of himself the shaper and author of environment.</span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><br /></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><br /></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">Men do not attract that which they _want,_ but that which they _are._ Their whims, fancies, and ambitions are thwarted at every step, but their inmost thoughts and desires are fed with their own food, be it foul or clean. The "divinity that shapes our ends" is in ourselves; it is our very self.</span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><br /></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><br /></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">Man is buffeted by circumstances so long as he believes himself to be the creature of outside conditions, but when he realizes that he is a creative power, and that he may command the hidden soil and seeds of his being out of which circumstances grow, he then becomes the rightful master of himself.<br /></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><br /></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">Every man is where he is by the law of his being; the thoughts which he has built into his character have brought him there, and in the arrangement of his life there is no element of chance, but all is the result of a law which cannot err. This is just as true of those who feel "out of harmony" with their surroundings as of those who are contented with them.<br /></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><br /></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">As a being of Power, Intelligence, and Love, and the lord of his own thoughts, man holds the key to every situation, and contains within himself that transforming and regenerative agency by which he may make himself what he wills.<br /></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><br /></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">"Your circumstances may be uncongenial, but they shall not long remain so if you but perceive an Ideal and strive to reach it. You cannot travel within and stand still without….Whatever your present environment may be, you will fall, remain, or rise with your thoughts, your Vision, your Ideal. You will become as small as your controlling desire; as great as your dominant aspiration."</span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><br /></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><br /></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 18px; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">In all human affairs there are efforts, and there are results. The strength of the effort is the measure of the result. Change is not. Gifts, powers, material, intellectual, and spiritual possessions are the fruits of effort. They are thoughts completed, objectives accomplished, visions realized. The vision that you glorify in your mind, the ideal that you enthrone in your heart -- this you will build your life by; this you will become. </span></span><span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"> </span></span></span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><br /></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 18px; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><br /></span></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 18px; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 16px; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">A man only begins to be a man when he ceases to whine and revile, and commences to search for the hidden justice which regulates his life. And as he adapts his mind to that regulating factor, he ceases to accuse others as the cause of his condition, and builds himself up in strong and noble thoughts; ceases to kick against circumstances, but begins to use them as aids to his more rapid progress, and as a means of discovering the hidden powers and possibilities within himself.</span></span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><br /></span></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 16px; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><br /></span></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" font-style: italic; line-height: 16px; font-size:13px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">Tempest-tossed souls, wherever ye may be, under whatsoever conditions ye may live, know this - in the ocean of life the isles of Blessedness are smiling, and the sunny shore of your ideal awaits your coming. Keep your hand firmly upon the helm of thought. In the bark of your soul reclines the commanding Master; He does but sleep; wake Him. Self-control is strength; Right Thought is mastery; Calmness is power. Say unto your heart, “Peace, be still!”</span></span></span></span></div></blockquote><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 16px; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;">As I said this is a great book, very worth reading it is a short read but it helps us realize that we are agents unto ourselves, that God has given us agency and made us free to choose liberty and eternal life, or captivity and death, happiness and success, or sadness and failure.</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 16px; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"><br /></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 16px; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;">Just as Joseph who was sold into Egypt chose to make greatness of every situation he was placed in whether it was as a slave or prisoner. We to can become as successful or failing as we choose to be.</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 16px; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"><br /></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 16px; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;">We are the offspring of God, the same seeds of creation and power that exist within our Father exist within us. If we focus our faith, and have an eye single to his glory there is nothing that we can't achieve.</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" font-style: italic; line-height: 16px;font-family:Times;font-size:13px;"><br /></span></div></div>Jasonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08201661262430498833noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5031628995679385299.post-63407023952350401532008-05-09T07:35:00.000-07:002008-12-10T16:12:47.905-08:00Wood's new baby, Cadence<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_aybgFb1Zeig/SCRq36bJfhI/AAAAAAAAAEM/UCoclsHqYyw/s1600-h/DSC_1730.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_aybgFb1Zeig/SCRq36bJfhI/AAAAAAAAAEM/UCoclsHqYyw/s320/DSC_1730.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5198397378700869138" /></a><br />Scott, the Wood, Preston finally did it, (or at least stood by looking confused) he became a daddy. <div>Yesterday Morning at 10:00 Kari had a cesarian section and Cadence was brought into the lone and dreary world. I think I would be feeling lone and dreary to if Scott was my dad. <div><br /></div><div>Actually I think Cadence is very lucky to have such a great dad. Scott is so fun and loving, I am sure she will have a hard time, not becoming a little cyclist, (it is in both mom and dads genes)</div><div>Heck they named the poor girl after the sport, she does not have a chance.</div><div><br /></div><div>I am sure she will learn to be prim and proper from her mother, but I also think she will have a tom boy side from her dad. Add in a great sense of humor and she will be a perfect combination.</div><div><br /></div><div>Kari was looking pretty good when I saw her especially for having just undergone a major surgery.</div><div>I know she will be sad that she lost the belly, My sources say that she liked being pregnant for the extra weight training that came along with it, not to mention the benefits on your complexion.</div><div><br /></div><div>Scott did not look so good, I think the whole experience put him a bit over the edge, he will need a few days of catching up on his sleep. </div><div>Those women will never understand how hard pregnancy is on a man. <br /></div><div><br /></div><div>Oh yea, the only mistake they made was that they missspelled the babys name they spelled it Kadence instead of Cadence.</div><div><br /></div><div>Welcome to the club!</div></div>Jasonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08201661262430498833noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5031628995679385299.post-61912657834427879422008-05-08T07:41:00.000-07:002008-05-08T09:05:34.429-07:00Building ZionYesterday I was reading Mosiah 18 and was very impressed by what Alma taught as he tried to build his little Zion community of 400 people. <div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51); font-family:Times;">21 And he commanded them that there should be no <sup>a</sup><a href="http://scriptures.lds.org/en/mosiah/mosiah/18/21a" mark="a" type="B" title="TG Contention." style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 102, 204); ">contention</a> one with another, but that they should look forward with <sup>b</sup><a href="http://scriptures.lds.org/en/mosiah/mosiah/18/21b" mark="b" type="A" title="Matt. 6: 22; Morm. 8: 1 5; D&C 4: 5; D&C 88: 68." style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 102, 204); ">one</a> eye, having one faith and one baptism, having their hearts <sup>c</sup><a href="http://scriptures.lds.org/en/mosiah/mosiah/18/21c" mark="c" type="A" title="1 Sam. 18: 1; Rom. 15: 5 (1-7); Mosiah 4: 15; Mosiah 23: 15." style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 102, 204); ">knit</a> together in unity and in love one towards another.</span><br /></div><div><br /></div><div>I have also been impressed at the temple lately at home much Satan wants and tries to use enmity to create contention and fighting amongst us, As President Benson says in his talk about pride:</div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51); line-height: 15px; font-family:Arial;font-size:13px;">The central feature of pride is enmity—enmity toward God and enmity toward our fellowmen. <em style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; line-height: 1.22em; ">Enmity</em> means “hatred toward, hostility to, or a state of opposition.” It is the power by which Satan wishes to reign over us.</span><br /></div><div><br /></div><div>This element of enmity or contention is in exact oposition to the Lords plan, and command to be "one"<br /></div><div><br /></div><div>After settling a little squabble with my girls last night I decided to look up some scriptures on contention to see just what the Lord says about it, as well as what he has to say about unity.</div><div>Here is what I found:</div><div><br /></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;">Contention:</span></div><div><ul><li><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51); font-family:Times;">3 Nephi 11:29 For verily, verily I say unto you, he that hath the spirit of <sup>a</sup><a href="http://scriptures.lds.org/en/3_ne/11/29a" mark="a" type="C" title="2 Tim. 2: 24 (23-24); Mosiah 23: 15; TG Contention." style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 102, 204); "><span class="searchword" style="font-weight: bold; ">contention</span></a> is not of me, but is of the <sup>b</sup><a href="http://scriptures.lds.org/en/3_ne/11/29b" mark="b" type="A" title="Eph. 4: 27 (26-27); Mosiah 2: 32 (32-33); Alma 2: 5; Alma 45: 23; Hel. 4: 1." style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 102, 204); ">devil</a>, who is the father of <span class="searchword" style="font-weight: bold; ">contention</span>, and he stirreth up the hearts of men to contend with anger, one with another.</span><br /></li><li><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51); font-family:Times;">Mosiah 2:32 But, O my people, beware lest there shall arise <sup>a</sup><a href="http://scriptures.lds.org/en/mosiah/2/32a" mark="a" type="C" title="Eph. 4: 27 (26-27); 3 Ne. 11: 29; TG Contention." style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 102, 204); ">contentions</a> among you, and ye <sup>b</sup><a href="http://scriptures.lds.org/en/mosiah/2/32b" mark="b" type="A" title="Alma 3: 27 (26-27); Alma 5: 42 (41-42); Alma 30: 60; D&C 29: 45." style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 102, 204); ">list</a> to <sup>c</sup><a href="http://scriptures.lds.org/en/mosiah/2/32c" mark="c" type="A" title="2 Ne. 32: 8; Mosiah 4: 14; Alma 5: 20." style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 102, 204); ">obey</a> the evil spirit<br /></span></li><li><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51); font-family:Times;">Mosiah 18:21 There should be no <sup>a</sup><a href="http://scriptures.lds.org/en/mosiah/18/21a" mark="a" type="B" title="TG Contention." style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 102, 204); ">contention</a> one with another, but that they should look forward with <sup>b</sup><a href="http://scriptures.lds.org/en/mosiah/18/21b" mark="b" type="A" title="Matt. 6: 22; Morm. 8: 1 5; D&C 4: 5; D&C 88: 68." style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 102, 204); ">one</a> eye, having one faith and one baptism, having their hearts <sup>c</sup><a href="http://scriptures.lds.org/en/mosiah/18/21c" mark="c" type="A" title="1 Sam. 18: 1; Rom. 15: 5 (1-7); Mosiah 4: 15; Mosiah 23: 15." style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 102, 204); ">knit</a> together in unity and in love one towards another.</span></li><li><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51); font-family:Times;">D&C 95:10 Nevertheless, my servants sinned a very grievous sin; and <sup>a</sup><a href="http://scriptures.lds.org/en/dc/95/dc/95/10a" mark="a" type="C" title="D&C 88: 134 (133-134); TG Contention; TG Disputations." style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 102, 204); ">contentions</a> arose in the <sup>b</sup><a href="http://scriptures.lds.org/en/dc/95/dc/95/10b" mark="b" type="A" title="D&C 88: 127; D&C 97: 5 (5-6)." style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 102, 204); ">school</a> of the prophets; which was very grievous unto me, saith your Lord; therefore I sent them forth to be chastened.</span></li><li><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51); font-family:Times;">4 Nephi 1 15 And it came to pass that there was no <sup>a</sup><a href="http://scriptures.lds.org/en/4_ne/4_ne/1/15a" mark="a" type="B" title="TG Contention." style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 102, 204); ">contention</a> in the land, because of the <sup>b</sup><a href="http://scriptures.lds.org/en/4_ne/4_ne/1/15b" mark="b" type="B" title="TG God, Love of." style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 102, 204); ">love</a> of God which did dwell in the hearts of the people. </span></li><li><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51); font-family:Times;">4 Nephi 1:2,13,15,18, Contention is mentioned four times in this one chapter that deals with the only true Zion society in the Book of Mormon.</span></li><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51); font-family:Times;"><br /></span></div></ul></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;">Unity/Love:</span></div><div><ul><li><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51); font-family:Times;"><div id="moses/7/18" onclick="return toggleMarked(event, this)"> Moses 7:18 And the Lord called his people <sup>a</sup><a href="http://scriptures.lds.org/en/moses/7/18a" mark="a" type="C" title="D&C 38: 4; TG Zion." style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 102, 204); "><span class="smallcaps" style="font-variant: small-caps; ">Zion</span></a>, because they were of <sup>b</sup><a href="http://scriptures.lds.org/en/moses/7/18b" mark="b" type="C" title="2 Chr. 30: 12; Acts 4: 32 (31-32); Philip. 2: 1-4; TG Unity." style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 102, 204); ">one</a> heart and one mind, and dwelt in righteousness; and there was no poor among them.</div><div id="moses/7/18" onclick="return toggleMarked(event, this)"><ul></ul></div></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51); font-family:Times;"><div id="moses/7/18" onclick="return toggleMarked(event, this)"></div></span></li></ul><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51); font-family:Times;"><div id="moses/7/18" onclick="return toggleMarked(event, this)"><ul><li>Mosiah 4:15,26 ... Teach them to love and serve one another, administring to the poor, visiting the sick</li><li>D&C 38:27 Be one and if ye are not one ye are not mine</li><li>Mosiah 18:8-9 Behold, here are the waters of Mormon (for thus were they called) and now, as ye are <sup>a</sup><a href="http://scriptures.lds.org/en/mosiah/18/8a" mark="a" type="A" title="D&C 20: 36-37, 77." style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 102, 204); ">desirous</a> to come into the <sup>b</sup><a href="http://scriptures.lds.org/en/mosiah/18/8b" mark="b" type="B" title="TG Brotherhood and Sisterhood; TG Conversion." style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 102, 204); ">fold</a> of God, and to be called his people, and are willing to bear one another’s burdens, that they may be light; Yea, and are <sup>a</sup><a href="http://scriptures.lds.org/en/mosiah/18/9a" mark="a" type="B" title="TG Baptism, Qualifications for." style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 102, 204); ">willing</a> to mourn with those that <sup>b</sup><a href="http://scriptures.lds.org/en/mosiah/18/9b" mark="b" type="B" title="TG Comfort; TG Compassion." style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 102, 204); ">mourn</a>; yea, and comfort those that stand in need of comfort</li></ul><div class="verse" style="padding-bottom: 5px; "><div id="mosiah/18/9" onclick="return toggleMarked(event, this)"><ul><li>Mosiah 18:21 ... look forward with <sup>b</sup><a href="http://scriptures.lds.org/en/mosiah/18/21b" mark="b" type="A" title="Matt. 6: 22; Morm. 8: 1 5; D&C 4: 5; D&C 88: 68." style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 102, 204); ">one</a> eye, having one faith and one baptism, having their hearts <sup>c</sup><a href="http://scriptures.lds.org/en/mosiah/18/21c" mark="c" type="A" title="1 Sam. 18: 1; Rom. 15: 5 (1-7); Mosiah 4: 15; Mosiah 23: 15." style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 102, 204); ">knit</a> together in unity and in love one towards another.</li><li>4 Nephi 1:15 And it came to pass that there was no <sup>a</sup><a href="http://scriptures.lds.org/en/4_ne/4_ne/1/15a" mark="a" type="B" title="TG Contention." style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 102, 204); ">contention</a> in the land, because of the <sup>b</sup><a href="http://scriptures.lds.org/en/4_ne/4_ne/1/15b" mark="b" type="B" title="TG God, Love of." style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 102, 204); ">love</a> of God which did dwell in the hearts of the people. (Zion)</li><li>1 Cor. 1:10 Now I beseech you, brethren, by the name of our Lord Jesus Christ, that ye all speak the same thing, and <i>that</i> there be no <sup>a</sup><a href="http://scriptures.lds.org/en/1_cor/1/1_cor/1/10a" mark="a" type="S" title="GR factions, schisms; Acts 4: 32; Rom. 15: 5 (1-7); Rom. 16: 17 (17-18); Eph. 4: 13 (11-14); 3 Ne. 11: 28 (28-30); TG Church." style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 102, 204); ">divisions</a> among you; but <i>that</i> ye be perfectly joined together in the same <sup>b</sup><a href="http://scriptures.lds.org/en/1_cor/1/1_cor/1/10b" mark="b" type="C" title="1 Cor. 12: 25; 2 Cor. 13: 11; D&C 38: 27; TG Mind." style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 102, 204); ">mind</a> and in the same judgment.</li><li>1 Peter 3: 8 Finally, <i>be ye</i> all of <sup>a</sup><a href="http://scriptures.lds.org/en/1_pet/1_pet/3/8a" mark="a" type="B" title="TG Unity." style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 102, 204); ">one</a> mind, having <sup>b</sup><a href="http://scriptures.lds.org/en/1_pet/1_pet/3/8b" mark="b" type="B" title="TG Compassion; TG Kindness; TG Welfare." style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 102, 204); ">compassion</a> one of another, love as <sup>c</sup><a href="http://scriptures.lds.org/en/1_pet/1_pet/3/8c" mark="c" type="B" title="TG Brotherhood and Sisterhood." style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 102, 204); ">brethren</a>, <i>be</i> <sup>d</sup><a href="http://scriptures.lds.org/en/1_pet/1_pet/3/8d" mark="d" type="P" title="GR tenderhearted, compassionate." style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 102, 204); ">pitiful</a></li></ul><div>It is apparent that contention comes from the Devil and that when we are contentious or feeling anger, we are in his service. Could it be that the feelings of anger come from the adversaries spitits entering our bodies?</div><div>There can be no mistake, anger and contention come from the adversary who would have us elevate ourselves above others in order to diminish them.</div><div><br /></div><div>When one enters the World room in the SLC temple they realize that Satan rules this earth with blood and horror. Gone are Gods ways where the lion and the lamb lie down together, we are now in a world of fear, intimidation, anger, the law of the jungle rules, we must watch our backs. </div><div>However, we are to have no part in Satans kingdom, we are to reject his ways and seek only to build the kingdom. </div><div>We must live the exact opposite of what the adversary or the world expects. (D&C 95:13, D&C 53:2, D&C 127:11, D&C 133:5)</div><div>So if we are to forsake the world, come out from among the world, and have no part with the world, what are we to do? </div><div><br /></div><div>We must build Zion</div><div>I believe the first step in building zion is to learn to love our fellow men, starting in our family, wards, stake, community country and world.</div><div>We must pattern our homes after Zion, forsake fighting and contention. and build a home of security, love, confidence, patience, faith and hope.</div><div>We must not seek to intimidate or to be isolated from our fellow man but to help him feel loved, cared for and valued.</div><div>These feelings should extend to actions of giving to the poor (Mosiah 4: 15-26), visiting the sick and looking to help and lift another.</div><div><br /></div><div>I hope that I can become a Zion person by seeing others as the Savior sees his children, and by showing those feelings to them, through a kind smile as well as actions.</div><div><br /></div><ul><div><br /></div><div><br /></div></ul></div><div id="mosiah/18/9" onclick="return toggleMarked(event, this)"><br /></div></div></div></span></div>Jasonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08201661262430498833noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5031628995679385299.post-89595933494550150042008-05-07T16:04:00.000-07:002008-12-10T16:12:50.096-08:00Zions camping trip<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aybgFb1Zeig/SCI5QzKNyvI/AAAAAAAAADM/gadW43VoKSg/s1600-h/DSC01891.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aybgFb1Zeig/SCI5QzKNyvI/AAAAAAAAADM/gadW43VoKSg/s320/DSC01891.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5197779880712719090" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aybgFb1Zeig/SCI5RDKNywI/AAAAAAAAADU/I5CHzRsw7Ig/s1600-h/DSC01878.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aybgFb1Zeig/SCI5RDKNywI/AAAAAAAAADU/I5CHzRsw7Ig/s320/DSC01878.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5197779885007686402" /></a><div>Our family took a little vacation to Zions National park last week, and boy did we have a ball. We found a sweet spot inside the park that was right next to the river. The girls had a grand time swimming in the river, chasing lizards and hiking. </div><div><div>We hiked Emerald Pools on Friday, which was pretty easy but a good warm up.</div><div>On Saturday we Hiked Angels Landing which was really cool. The girls loved Wallys Wiggles, especially since they were the only kids there and they got a lot of attention for doing such a big hike and taking on the danger of the wiggles.</div><div>The more the girls got compliments the faster they went. </div><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aybgFb1Zeig/SCI5UzKNyzI/AAAAAAAAADs/8LOFDdTSfYQ/s320/DSC01898.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5197779949432195890" /><div>The nights were cool and we all slept well, especially on our full bellies. We ate some great food while we were camping, I am sure I gained a few lbs even with all the hiking.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_aybgFb1Zeig/SCI5UTKNyyI/AAAAAAAAADk/re1bMf5yf-k/s320/DSC01881.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5197779940842261282" /><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aybgFb1Zeig/SCI5TzKNyxI/AAAAAAAAADc/0CCeSYhtqeg/s320/DSC01899.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5197779932252326674" /><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aybgFb1Zeig/SCI4BzKNyrI/AAAAAAAAACs/Pt7dgD3h-Q0/s320/DSC01847.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5197778523503053490" /><div><br /></div><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_aybgFb1Zeig/SCI4BTKNyqI/AAAAAAAAACk/wJAAT1OrZ-w/s320/DSC01843.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5197778514913118882" /><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aybgFb1Zeig/SCI4CDKNysI/AAAAAAAAAC0/8ekyYQKBab8/s320/DSC01850.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5197778527798020802" /><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_aybgFb1Zeig/SCI4CTKNytI/AAAAAAAAAC8/soNr-6cAhrg/s320/DSC01864.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5197778532092988114" /><div><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aybgFb1Zeig/SCI4CjKNyuI/AAAAAAAAADE/M3yAmDsMUFc/s320/DSC01865.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5197778536387955426" /></div><div><div><br /></div></div></div>Jasonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08201661262430498833noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5031628995679385299.post-3098704557374347672008-05-07T13:43:00.000-07:002008-12-10T16:12:51.414-08:00Family<img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aybgFb1Zeig/SCIaizKNyiI/AAAAAAAAABc/-KHAIeZdaXE/s320/Preston21.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5197746105089903138" /><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">Our family consists of Mom, Savannah, Shiloh, and Lisa.<br /></div><div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_aybgFb1Zeig/SCIajTKNykI/AAAAAAAAABs/qNL1XAu9mIU/s320/DSC01563.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5197746113679837762" /><div><div>Savannah is eight years old, she is a real trooper, she can be seen hiking mountains, digging out snow caves, climbing fences, whittling with her pocket knife, playing with her lizard, (possibly with dolls at the same time) reading, riding her bike, or playing with her sisters.</div><div>She is a tom boy in the true sense of the word, and boy dad could not be more proud of her. The greatest thing of all is that she loves to do what is right. She is one of the most spiritual little girls I am aware of, she was baptized this past December and bot does she carry a light about her, she would not harm a flee. In fact I never worry when she is with friends about her making right decisions.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aybgFb1Zeig/SCIcRDKNynI/AAAAAAAAACE/n0rjMA9l0Y4/s320/DSC01450-1.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5197747999170480754" /><div><br /></div><div>Shiloh is five years old, and she is our little joker, she was born with a naturally crude sense of humor that makes mom blush in church on a regular basis. She is very affectionate and loves to cuddle up to mom, dad, Savannah or Lisa.</div><div>She loves her primary teachers and can be found visiting at their homes or helping them wash their cars. She is very friendly and loves to make friends. Lately she has been on this little kick where any time we ask her to do something she says "yes mam, or yes sir"</div><div>She is a true Joy.</div><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aybgFb1Zeig/SCIeBzKNyoI/AAAAAAAAACM/tfC7gRaIghY/s320/Preston7.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5197749936200731266" /><div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div></div><div>Lisa, wow what do I say about Lisa, she is our 46 year old 5 year old. The most notable thing about Lisa is her sweet innocence. She is as pure as the driven snow, I am sure that one day when I see her in all of her eternal glory that I will fall at her feet and beg forgiveness for not being a better brother to her. Lisa is a homebody, She loves to clean house. Yes that is right she likes cleaning house, when we get fed up with her and decide to punish her, we tell her "No dishes for a week" that will pretty much break her heart.</div><div><br /></div><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aybgFb1Zeig/SCIcQzKNymI/AAAAAAAAAB8/dOiYKUAgcTs/s320/Preston16.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5197747994875513442" /><div>She loves schedules, every day at 4:00 it is snack time, even if she just finished a huge buffet type lunch at 3:30. She does not like getting out of her routines. She can also be a stubborn ox at times. But the spirit she brings into our home and the things she teaches the girls are invaluable.</div><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_aybgFb1Zeig/SCIajTKNyjI/AAAAAAAAABk/H9TnlIUuxAo/s320/DSC01346.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5197746113679837746" /><div><br /></div><div>That is it, we hope to adopt some day, we have tried to start the process with LDS Social services but have not sealed the deal yet.</div></div></div>Jasonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08201661262430498833noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5031628995679385299.post-54693675687267251742008-05-07T12:13:00.000-07:002008-12-10T16:12:51.954-08:00My sexy wife<img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aybgFb1Zeig/SCIP0DKNygI/AAAAAAAAABI/c93C1qdiVYA/s320/18.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5197734306814740994" /><br /><br />Jessica is about the coolest lady I have ever known. when I was 18 years old I wrote a description of all the traits that I wanted in a wife. I did not think I would ever find a girl that would fit everything that I wanted in my wife but I did. Jessica and I actually met in High school, at the time she was a bit of a burn out, and I was a few quarters short of a dollar, so even though we hung out all the time we never dated, I guess my pecks were not quite big enough for her.<div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div>Anyhow after my mission she had joined the church and I had cleaned up my act. and our friendship turned to love and marriage. True to our style we were married in December and she was pregnant in February. Nothing like sealing the deal with a kid right? well Along came Savannah then Shiloh. Unfortunately jessica does not do pregnancy well, she was bed ridden most of her pregnancies, so if we have another it will be through adoption.</div><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_aybgFb1Zeig/SCIPcTKNyfI/AAAAAAAAABA/rtkwWRVLk-4/s320/DSC00367_2.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5197733898792847858" /><div><br /></div><div>So Jess is awesome, she loves her girls and is a great mom, she has even tackeled the homeschooling thing which has been one of the biggest blessings in our home. Jessica is also an avid work out junkie, both in the gym and on the bike. She loves to read, and write as well.</div><div>The greatest thing about Jess is that she is not stuck on herself, she knows how to have fun, be silly and love others. </div><div>What more could a guy ask for?</div><div><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aybgFb1Zeig/SCIQQDKNyhI/AAAAAAAAABQ/3PAW8WtoenA/s320/2.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5197734787851078162" /></div>Jasonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08201661262430498833noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5031628995679385299.post-1193302474014285522008-05-07T11:57:00.000-07:002008-05-07T11:59:09.939-07:00Catching up with civilizationWell,<div>I figure if my wife has begun blogging I can do it as well. If nothing else it sounds like a fun way to document all my thoughts and activities.</div><div>Lets see how it goes</div>Jasonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08201661262430498833noreply@blogger.com0