Double trouble and Ray LaMontagne

On Monday is the boys 7th birthday. I thought you should all see who really deserves the credit for who has kept them alive this long.

Travel log is over. Time for my Favorite pictures of the week.

You can click on any picture to see it full size.








Please vote for your favorite picture in the comments section. I don't care if you know me or not. I want some feedback.

Busy week

It has been a busy couple of weeks here for us. On Oct. 8 the Julie's Parents came to visit. Here is Grandpa John teaching Lil' John how to play chess after church. They stayed with us and managed to help us destroy our living room (another post for later) before they left on Wednesday morning.

After dropping grammy and grampy off at the airport we headed north. We had some friends who invited us to come and stay at there ranch with them for a few days. This is the view from the back porch.



Just like when we go camping the boys turned feral. The wild rumpus has started.


For half a day we went down the road and visited Bryce Canyon. We saw deer, antelope, and lots of French and German people. A word to our European guests. Shirts have sleeves, and if your shorts go past your calves they might as well make it all the way to your shoes.


What more could you want from a picture?



Here is Grandpa Rex's new toy. We had to test it out. Stretch it's legs so to speak. It should work perfectly for Alaska next year.


Number 1 on the boys list was to ride a horse. John loved it so much that when we told him the horses names he didn't care. He was going to rename them after we bought them anyways.



It has been almost 40 years since my dad had saddled a horse, but that muscle memory kicked in and it was like a day had not passed by.



Mandatory grumpy Will on vacation picture.


John was so upset when his favorite shoes took a mud bath.


Unflattering? Yes, but this is what fun looks like.



This is the House and barn.

Here we go!

Florence 2011 here we come! Oh yeah, and Alaska 2011 here we come too!



Thiokol Imp Snowcat.

Here I am

I am sorry I haven't posted anything in a while. I have to admit that when I started this blog a couple years ago that I had aspirations of sharing something meaningful. I wanted to put finger to keyboard and reveal the beauty and hilarity of everyday life. I wanted to be a cross between Nie Nie and Christian Slatar from "Pump it up". It has turned out that I really don't have much to say. That is okay because it appears not may people are reading this anyways, so it all works out.

Not much has been going on at Casa de la Condie. We spent most of the last weekend cleaning out our closet. I read a couple weeks ago that in 1995 scientists in Brazil found a man who was the last of his tribe in the densest part of the rain forest. We are taking stone age civilization here and now. When they tried to make contact with him it ended with an arrow in a scientists face. The government then decided to change its policies of assimilating found tribes into modern culture ,but to protect them from incursion. They ordered a 30 mile radius "off limits zone" so this man can live his life in peace. We found him in our closet. We picked up a box of old clothes and there he was field dressing a cabara. He seemed nice enough. We exchanged some tobacco and salt pork. I tried to take his picture but he said something about ancestor spirits and dashed back into the blackness. So now I am prohibited by the Brazilian government from "further cleaning or developing for public use" my closet.

I'm stupid like a Fox

About 3 months ago we got a chip in the windshiled of Julies car. Within just a week or so it turned into a crack several inches long. As the dutiful husband that I am I lined up a mobile glass company to replace it. I really did my home work. It was one of those places that will either pay your deductible of give you $100 to replace your window. Seeing as we had full window coverage on our insurance we took the money.

We haven't even had the oil changed in Julies car since then when about 2 weeks ago Julie comes home and says there is a new crack in the windshield. Within about 10 days the crack has migrated about 25 inches. I got all fired up and called the shop that replaced my glass and demanded they give me a new windshield under warranty. They were nice and stopped by Julies work to check it out. They then pointed out a very small impact from a rock right were the crack started. I was told they couldn't replace it under warranty. They could however replace it again and give me another check for $100.00

Ooh, Okay. I feel a little dirty. I think I'll go fill my bath tub full of dollar bills and try to clean my self up a bit.

No one is looking so who cares

1. Did you get the memo about the new cover letter on the TPS reports? I can resend you the memo.
2. Some one is about to loose a hand in 3.....2......1..
3. This reminds me. My Birthday is coming up.
4. Owl reenacts delousing scene from Shawshank Redemption.
   

Is it okay to have chains and whips in the bedroom if you are wearing a ring masters hat?

Welcome to socialized health care.

I have always suspected, but now I know.

This isn't for a family picture. They are in time out. The mom is in the corner panting like animal from the Muppet Show.

I woke up the other morning to Julie rubbing body glitter on me and a coupon for "1 free hair cut" from Tony and Guy taped to my forehead.

This is funny cause Lance lost one of his nuts to nut cancer.

Palette cleanser.

The yoga has really been paying off.