Guessing game results

Remember this?





























Well, it's actually a pumpkin from last October on someone's porch.

I was so happy to see it because then I didn't feel so bad about having a Christmas tree on my porch in March.

Your guesses were all pretty sad, by the way. Please try harder the next time we play this game.
;)

Great pics of Darren

Darren sent us some great pictures.



I would know that forehead anywhere.

A great view of his right ear.

He leaves for Russia in 3 1/2 weeks.

Darren's District

Darren is the missionary with the cheesy smile, black suit and name tag.

Darren says they have to sit this way in Russia.

Can you guess what this is?

Leave a comment and take a guess.

Mystery solved

Well, the mystery of the coyote is solved.

If you've followed my minor obsession with this animal you should know that I have practically gotten into several car accidents because my head is usually craned and scanning the hillsides for him as I drive down the mountain. Since I first saw this animal, I have kept my camera handy at all times and it is true that I dragged Todd out in the middle of the night to search for my mysterious friend.

You will be happy to know that this means I won't be blogging about him anymore.

You can stop cheering now.

As it turns out, our furry friend is definitely a coyote and not a fox. How do I know? Todd and the kids saw him this morning at the side of the road. Apparently he had been hit and killed by a car.

Todd, being ever so sweet with my feelings, had a difficult time telling me about his findings. Here is the email I received from him this morning.

"Hello Babe,

I don't know how to tell you this. It is NOT good news.

While I was driving the kids to school this morning we saw the coyote. I'm certain he is a coyote. Unfortunately he was hit by a car and is at the side of the road. It's a real shame. The kids and I felt bad for you.

I Love You

T"

To my sweet husband - thanks for being so sweet with my feelings and not mocking my MANY idiosyncrasies. I supply you with an arsenal of reasons to mock me incessantly. And yet you don't... usually.

Dream Sequence - by Gene Burton

Hi, Jodi......This entry to your blog comes at 4:19 A.M., April 15, 2008. It has nothing to do with taxes. I have awoken and re-awakened from a dreadful dream. In this dream I encountered a horrid weapon. Or maybe it was more like a tool. An evil tool. It might have been made of solid gold. Or silver. Wood? Cheap plastic? Anyway, it had magic powers. Or maybe a magnetic attraction to leather. It had a handle at one end and a curved hook at the other. (Well, I guess all hooks are curved. Duh.)

Neither I nor anyone else ever saw the person or apparition wielding this ominous stick, and indeed few have witnessed the stick. ( I think it moves real fast.) But it loves leather. More precisely, it loves shoes. All kinds of leather shoes.

As I awakened I entered that mystical land between slumber and cognizance. It seemed that I had heard or read of this phenomenon. A man in Berlin was hurrying through a busy, crowded bus station during a heavy rain. He was wearing a brand new $300.00 pair of shoes. Suddenly his left shoe disappeared. As he turned to search for it the right one disappeared WITH HIS FULL WEIGHT ON THE SHOE!

During a midnight run, the folks on a packed train in Bucharest lost 137 pairs in their sleep. A woman in Egypt lost a pair of sandals while bending over to fill an urn. She said it felt (or sounded) like a soft, gentle whisper.

A young feller in California always wore socks with his flip-flops. Everyone laughed at him. Anyhoo, he was basking in the sun on a deserted beach when he felt a violent wrenching at his feet. The flops were gone, leaving two deep cotton/blend indentations between the first and second toes.

I found myself drifting back to sleep. As I approached level five the identity of this frightening maniacal weapon of mass detatchment began to come to me. My whole body shuddered and convulsed as I sat up. I had it! It is a Debirkenstocken!

Respectfully submitted by Gene Burton Stalkin'

~

** The owner of this blog does not condone, authorize, endorse, or even like this joke. May it be known that these are the types of jokes that I was made to endure while growing up. Feel my pain. Hee hee! Love ya dad!

Shark attack!

Connor is definitely my son.

Ya see, this here is the shark head on Connor's bedroom wall that viciously attacked him while he was taking off his shirt. One might assume that a dead shark is harmless - but after an urgent care visit, tetanus shot and 11 stitches, we learned otherwise.

For gross!

Connor's grandpa, aka "gramps", shares his version of the event.

Connor thought he should have made his biceps bigger.

In other thrilling news... Todd and I have been searching high and low for the coyote, or fox, or whatever it was (possibly a llama?). Donning camouflage clothing and lurking in the woods with night vision goggles has gotten us nowhere and we find ourselves feeling increasingly hopeless that we will ever find the mystery animal.

We've resorted to recruiting the help of other furry critters in our pursuit. Our instructions to them are simple - find the coyote (or fox) and get a picture if you can.

This deer has been very diligent and zealous in his hunt and has so far left no stone unturned. We decided to name him our employee of the month.

This guy is completely nuts.... and useless.

We have difficulty keeping this hawk's attention on the search effort. He keeps flitting and fluttering to areas outside of our search zone.

We may have to let him go.

This raucous crowd is full of shenanigans but very eager to find the coyote/fox. Unfortunately , they are not very stealthlike in their approach and Todd and I try to teach them to use their quiet voices. We've not had much success.

Stitch the cat just mocks our obsession.

Pfft.

Heretofore, our search has proven fruitless - but stay tuned as the thrilling drama unfolds. We will not give up the search. We will carry on. We are the champions, my friend.

Cutest Nephews EVER!

Need I say more?