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January, 2008

  1. All Things Bovine

    January 31, 2008 by Nate and Michelle

    As a lover and collector of bovine creations, I have never given much thought to the actual live species. I am excited to announce that I now have a favorite herd.
    While driving to Walmart today, I found myself looking forward to a certain field, just before coming into Brigham City. This particular field is home to a fairly large herd of cows who all happen to be my favorite genre: black and white. These cows appear to be of an amiable, fun loving nature. Driving by, I often notice their wide array of time passing activities. They play follow the leader, walking around the perimeter fence in one large line. Quite often they can be seen in a large cluster gossiping midfield about the few outsiders who watch the group longingly. Today they were engaged in my favorite activity, which consists of huddling together along the fence nearest the freeway staring curiously at cars as they cruise by. No matter what these cows are doing, I always look forward to looking at them.
    Since moving to the middle of nowhere, I have found a greater respect for such farm animals. I remember a conversation from a few months ago that made me understand and appreciate the living cows. I was at my friend’s house for girls night and met her new neighbor, who happens to be married to a dairy farmer. She spoke fondly of their many cows and how they each have their own personality; some even become offended when not spoken to on a daily basis. I had never realized just how human a simple farm creature can be. I always thought they were just cute. I guess I should have a point to this country ramble, so, next time you see a cow, or you’re driving to Brigham and see my favorite cows, smile. Even though I’ll probably never actually meet one of these cows, they always brighten my day.

     


  2. Little Miracles

    January 25, 2008 by Ryan

    My car wouldn’t start the other night.

    It was a bad feeling to have the family out late on a Sunday night, and to be about 14 miles away from home. it was a cold night. it was past our little girl’s bedtime. Past my bedtime too.

    When the car was not starting, I was surprised. As a helpless feeling swept over me, I tried to listen for a clue, and figure out the problem. Our little one however perceived that the car was not working and began crying. Now I could not concentrate, nor hear. She later explained that her young mind had reasoned that we would have to walk home and she knew that it was a long way to walk in the cold.

    Since we were just outside the home of a relative, Glorajean took her inside while I continued to puzzle over the car. There was plenty of power, but it just wouldn’t “click” or turn over. I noticed that the key seemed to be turning further than expected, and when I turned it back and forth, it moved with unusual freedom. I suspected it was in the ignition switch, but didn’t know for sure.

    Anyway, to make a short story long, another relative drove us home (a mini-miracle). We had the car towed to a garage the next morning (another mini-miracle that we had the towing insurance on our policy, so that was covered). The mechanic spent very little time fixing the problem, and it cost about $50 in the end (another mini-miracle, as we had braced ourselves for a major repair).

    And so on Tuesday following the episode, we drove back to Max’s Car Repair – a small shop in Mapleton Utah where the family generally goes because Max is an honest and trustworthy mechanic (mini-miracle: it is hard to find an honest and trustworthy mechanic) – and picked up the car. It was evening, and in Mapleton, there are not many city lights. In fact, it is largely farm country. So as we stopped the car, we all got out, and looked up at the night sky, which was full of easy-to-see stars (a mini-miracle to us city-folk).

    All of these mini-miracles might have gone completely unnoticed, if I had not experienced a mini-trial to bring them to my attention.

    I thank God for mini-miracles.

    Max’s Car Repair
    1276 N 1600 W
    Mapleton, UT 84664
    (801) 489-5873


  3. Wait? Wait For What?!

    January 23, 2008 by Ryan

    It bothers me when people say that they want to wait until their kids are older before they take them to Disneyland. I usually bite my tongue and let it pass.

    If you know me, you know I do a fairly good Jimmy Stewart impersonation. I have a favorite scene, from “It’s A Wonderful Life,” where George gets upset and hollers back at Mr. Potter, in front of the rest of the Building and Loan board…

    “Just a minute — just a minute. Now, hold on, Mr. Potter. You’re right when you say my father was no business man. I know that. Why he ever started this cheap, penny-ante Building and Loan, I’ll never know. But neither you nor anybody else can say anything against his character, because his whole life was . . . Why, in the twenty-five years since he and Uncle Billy started this thing, he never once thought of himself. Isn’t that right, Uncle Billy? He didn’t save enough money to send Harry to school, let alone me. But he did help a few people get out of your slums, Mr. Potter. And what’s wrong with that? Why . . . Here, you’re all businessmen here. Doesn’t it make them better citizens? Doesn’t it make them better customers? You . . . you said . . . What’d you say just a minute ago? . . . They had to wait and save their money before they even ought to think of a decent home. Wait! Wait for what? Until their children grow up and leave them? Until they’re so old and broken-down that they . . . Do you know how long it takes a working man to save five thousand dollars? Just remember this, Mr. Potter, that this rabble you’re talking about . . . they do most of the working and paying and living and dying in this community. Well, is it too much to have them work and pay and live and die in a couple of decent rooms and a bath? Anyway, my father didn’t think so. People were human beings to him, but to you, a warped, frustrated old man, they’re cattle. Well, in my book he died a much richer man than you’ll ever be!”

    So, when people say they will wait to take their kids to Disneyland, they usually offer reasons like “I’ll take them when they are older and they can enjoy it more,” “They are too young to remember it,” “They can’t enjoy the rides yet,” or other similar themes.

    To that, I want to launch into my Jimmy Stewart impersonation, and ask, Wait! Wait for what?! Until your children grow up and leave you? Until your children are so old and broken-down that they – that they are too old to believe in magic of the fairytale? Until they get to an age when they don’t want to hang around with you in the park anymore? DON’T WAIT to go and create memories!!! The sights, sounds, colors, motion, activity, and experience are just as great for a six-month-old as a 106-year-old. If you wait, then you leave that much less time to enjoy the memories later in life! Granted, your toddler may not ride the Indiana Jones jeeps or California Screamin roller coaster, but there is a small world of rides that parents and children can enjoy together. And that is the best part of Disneyland – you can experience it together.

    Here is what Walt Disney himself said about the park he created…

    “It came about when my daughters were very young and Saturday was always daddy’s day with the two daughters. So we’d start out and try to go someplace, you know, different things, and I’d take them to the merry-go-round and did all these things – sit on a bench, you know, eating peanuts – I felt that there should be something built where parents and the children could have fun together. So that’s how Disneyland started. Well, it took many year – it was a period of maybe 15 years developing. I started with many ideas, threw them away, started all over again. And eventually it evolved into what you see today at Disneyland. But it all started out from a daddy with two daughters wondering where he could take them where he could have a little fun with them, too.”

    Still not sure? Here are a few specific items that you CAN do together with your young children…
    Rides
    Disneyland Railroad
    Main Street Cinema
    Main Street Vehicles (Fire Engine, Horse-Drawn Steetcars, Horseless Carriage, Omnibus)
    Mark Twain Riverboat
    Sailing Ship Columbia
    Big Thunder Ranch (Petting zoo)
    Many Adventures of Winnie the Pooh
    Haunted Mansion
    Pirates of the Caribbean
    Jungle Cruise
    Tarzan’s Treehouse (if they can walk up stairs – lots of stairs)
    Goofy’s Playhouse
    Mickey’s House
    Minnie’s House
    Alice in Wonderland
    Casey Jr. Circus Train
    Dumbo
    it’s a small world
    King Arthur Carousel
    Mad Tea party
    Mr. Toad’s Wild Ride
    Peter Pan’s Flight
    Pinocchio’s Daring Journey
    Snow Whites Scary Adventures
    Storybook Land Canal Boats
    Astro Orbitor
    Autopia
    Buzz Lightyear Astro Blasters
    Monorail

    Shows:
    Great Moments with Mr. Lincoln (Opera House)
    Billy Hill and the Hillbillies
    Disney Gallery
    Enchanted Tiki Room
    Innoventions
    Captian Eo
    Parades
    Fireworks
    Characters meet and greets

    You’ll fill up your time easily enough!


  4. Time flies when you’re GETTING OLD!

    January 21, 2008 by Nate and Michelle

    Spending the weekend with our family in Orem is always great, especially when Mom has a birthday (as was the case last weekend). This time, however, our visit also served as a slight reality check on Michelle’s age.

    I always sees lots of old teachers and YW leaders when I go to church with my Mom. Talking to one of them after church, I mentioned that we moved to Tremonton “a couple of months ago.” To which Mom quickly input that “it was actually in September.” Wow! September to January. That’s a long time. It suddenly hit me how fast time has gone by. I’ve spent too much energy on trying to figure out a schedule (for time in my day, for dinners, for grocery shopping) that I hadn’t realized how long we’ve actually been living here in the middle of nowhere! Maybe I’ve been too focused on what I don’t like about living here (and consequently miss about Denver) to notice the clock ticking away. I recovered from the shock as quickly as possible to rejoin the conversation, which had been directed to the fact that it was odd someone as young as myself would have such a skewed perspective of time. My old YW leader (who is quite aged herself) and my mom (who would kill me if I publicly mentioned what age her last birthday inflicted on her) both agreed that it would be more normal for a much older person to lose track of how much time it had been since such a big move. I had to agree.

    I always noticed that time passes much faster with every year. When I was in 2nd or 3rd grade the summer felt like an eternity until school started up again, and then school lasted forever too. In high school, however, the summer break wasn’t long enough. And now I hardly notice that it’s summer, except for the fact that I don’t need a jacket and actually look forward to swimming. This mode of thinking brought me to the only conclusion possible. Perhaps my perspective of time has aged aggressively faster than my young personage. My internal watch is tipping 80, where my internal organs are barely 25. And, since I’m always right (just ask Nate), I will leave it at that.


  5. Fun Fact # 235

    January 19, 2008 by Ryan

    Fun Fact # 235: Why you might want to proof-read the message before you let your office’s computer tech use YOUR email address to to send out a message to the rest of the company (because they might think you wrote it yourself)…

    From: Glorajean Beardall
    Sent: Thursday, January 17, 2008 9:07 AM
    To: Everybody
    Subject: Please dont unplug Glorajeans network cable from her computer.

    Glorajean was trying to work from home last night and EARLY this morning and couldn’t log in to her computer here.  It seems that someone disconnected her computer (possibly to plug in a laptop ????) and didn’t plug it back in to her computer when they were done.

    Please don’t use Glorajeans network cable for laptops. Just because shes not in the office doesn’t mean shes not on the computer. We have other empty spots in the office that can be used for that sort of thing and if you don’t have a network cable ask Rodney, he’ll give you one to use.

    Fun Fact # 234! Glorajean does YOUR paychecks! If she cant work, YOU don’t get paid!


  6. Never Cry Over Spilled Milk

    January 7, 2008 by Nate and Michelle

    I know it’s really close together to blog again, but this is probably a once in a lifetime event and it must go down in the blogging history books.
    It was a typically Sunday evening. Well, as typical as it can be after Nate falls on his backside just walking across a parking lot. Michelle and Nate were preparing a Suddenly Salad, and Nate had finished boiling the noodles and had just strained them while happily chatting on the phone with his dear father. Michelle was putting together the other ingredients for the salad and got the milk out to add it to the mix, and whilst she was removing the milk cap of a freshly opened gallon, she set the carton down for a second. What she didn’t realize for a few seconds was that the corner of the carton was resting directly on top of the hot burner (which Nate had forgotten to turn off). This is where it gets interesting, friends. Here is a brief physics lesson: if you put a plastic carton on a hot burner, within a few seconds, a hole or two will result. With the weight of a gallon of milk on the fluid located at the hole, the fluid quickly disperses into every direction.

    Michelle had the appropriate reaction. She busted up laughing so hard she couldn’t do anything else other than to hold the carton above the floor and watch the floor as it got a milk bath (but at least the floor is soft now).

    We now turn to Nate’s dad’s perspective of the events. He was having a leisurely Sunday evening conversation with one of his favourite sons when suddenly his son is saying “pitcher, pitcher, pitcher, pitcher!” and so on about a thousand times. Of course, his dad hears it as “picture” and not “pitcher”, so he’s left wondering why a picture is suddenly more important than himself. Of course, Nate being the excellent son that he is, quickly clues his dad in on the crisis while he grabs the blender from the cupboard (as Michelle had replied that all the pitchers were dirty).

    Having gotten the situation temporarily under control as the milk spilled out of two holes and into the blender, Nate found the cap for the milk and put it on the jug and turned it upside down. Meanwhile, Michelle had cleaned up a dirty pitcher and they were prepared for transfer to another container. Nate placed the carton over the pitcher (the carton was still upside down), and removed the cap. Once again, physics teaches us that once a hole appears at the bottom of a gallon of milk, milk goes everywhere. In layman’s terms, you get a volcanic eruption of milk. At this point, Nate, the counter, the burner and surrounding stove, as well as the floor (just for good measure) are all plastered with milk, and we could do nothing but bust a gut for the next several minutes as we cleaned up the mess.

    The moral of the story? Always obey the laws of physics, and never put a milk carton on a hot burner.


  7. Fate Is Kind . . . Our First Post

    January 6, 2008 by Nate and Michelle

    After a month or so of perpetual writer’s block, it finally occurred to me that pretty much anything is better to write about than nothing. This morning, however, the true inspiration happened.

    Last night we planned a real vacation; our first since our honeymoon (visits to family are always nice, but just not the same) almost 5 years ago. For a couple of months Nate and I have been tossing back and forth ideas on what to do for our upcoming anniversary and kept landing back on Disneyland as the epitome of fun for our celebration. We researched and pondered, and finally booked.

    Last night we discovered what it feels like to be too excited to sleep, even though our trip is still about a month away. It has been a while since either of us have been to Disneyland, and even then we weren’t able to take in the whole experience.

    Waking up late this morning, I noticed the time and tuned into the Music and the Spoken Word broadcast already in progress. It took me a minute to realize what my wondering ears were hearing . . . When You Wish Upon A Star! I quickly called Nate into the living room. Confused, he looked at me and asked if I saw my old roommate in the orchestra again. Then the Mormon Tabernacle Choir sang fate is kind.

    I looked at Nate and said, “Fate is kind, isn’t it? Mo-Tab wants us to go to Disneyland!”

    Followed by us both cheering together “We’re going to Disneyland!”