Wednesday, June 24, 2009

Wednesday Warrenty

My 14 year old sons Skullcandy
headphones got sat on.

These headphones are in no way cheap.
My daughter saved and bought them
for him for Christmas.

Actually she paid half,
I think they were about 60$!!!

Being that they were damaged
my son remembered the WARRANTY.

I told him warranty's don't cover
carelessness...


After reading the warranty he called to me
and read it to me...

Warranty info:
[my comments in black]
"LIMITED LIFETIME PRODUCT WARRANTY"
[of course]

"Skullcandy is proud to provide the best product warranty in the industry: If this product should fail in your lifetime, we will replace it at no charge."

[sounds reasonable]

[here is where it got interesting]

"If the product is damaged by
aggressive music listeners sliding a rail,
sliding down the emergency ramp of your aircraft,
slammed in your locker,
slammed in your car door,
run over by a car,
running into a wall,
getting run out of town,
mountain biking,
road biking,
sky diving,
beating your boyfriend unmercifully,
getting beat down by the man,
blown up in an accidental
experimentation with flammable substances,
or damaged in any other everyday experience,
it means you are living your life
the way we want our product used!

In these, or any other damaging events,
we will replace the product
for a 50% discount from retail.

Love, Skullcandy"

[So, I guess sitting on them
is covered!]


Are you living your life???


Monday, June 22, 2009

I let her go....

Girls Wilderness Camp...

This morning I got up, showered, dressed, had some juice, woke Cece, talked with her while she straitened things up, sat with her while she made some buttermilk sourdough cinnamon french toast [her favorite], watched her tiptoe into her brothers rooms and gently say good morning and see ya later, took her to the store for a sprite, some crackers, a candy bar - Hershey of course, took her to the Ward building, peeked over at her brave face, holding back the tears that she has been so accustomed to shedding as she prepared for this next step in her life, got out of the car, held both of her hands for at least a half an hour, hugged her a dozen times, kissed both cheeks, hugged her again, smiled to hold back the tears, and let go. I let her go, she ran over to her leaders car, turned right around and ran back. I hugged her again, and this time she handed me her open hand, I knew what she wanted, a kissing hand...like in the story that I read to her when she went to preschool, a kissing hand....like the one that I gave her when she went to kindergarten, a kissing hand....like the one I gave her as she drifted off to sleep before she got her appendix out, a kissing hand....like the one that I gave her before she took to singing role in the school play, a kissing hand.... and she was gone. Now all I have is prayer, and the knowledge that I have done my best. I have taught her well. She has faith and courage, divine nature, knows her individual worth, feels that she is in the arms of One who will comfort her. I have done all that I can, and she will be able to do the rest. This week she will laugh, she will fall asleep wishing she was home, wishing that her daddy and I were there with her, she will cry a little. She will love a lot, and she will learn. She will come home with more knowledge and testimony of who she is and whom she is becoming. I let her go....

Saturday, June 20, 2009

Why is the 8th of July special this year?

Why is the 8th of July special this year?


At five minutes and six seconds after 4 AM and 4 PM on the 8th of July this year, the time and date will be 04:05:06 07/08/09. This will never happen again.

Friday, June 19, 2009

Wooden Wonders

With a block of wood & a knife most people couldn't even carve their initials. Check these out.

Can you believe what this man has done with wood?

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Amazing Talent!

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Wonder what he does in his spare time?

Wooden you like to know!




Thursday, June 18, 2009

fWd: Wrong E-mail Address

WRONG E-MAIL ADDRESS

This one is priceless...

A lesson to be learned from typing the wrong email address!

A Minneapolis couple decided to go to Florida to thaw out

during a particularly icy winter. They planned to stay at the same hotel

where they spent their honeymoon 20 years earlier.

Because of hectic schedules, it was difficult to coordinate

their travel schedules.. So, the husband left Minnesota and

flew to Florida on Thursday, with his wife flying down the following day.

The husband checked into the hotel. There was a

computer in his room,so he decided to send an email

to his wife. However, he accidentally left out one letter in

her email address, and without realizing his error, sent the email.

Meanwhile, somewhere in Houston , a widow had just

returned home from her husband's funeral. He was a

minister who was called home to glory following a heart attack.

The widow decided to check her email expecting messages

from relatives and friends. After reading the first message,

she screamed and fainted. The widow's son rushed into the room, found

his mother on the floor, and saw the computer screen which read:


To: My Loving Wife

Subject: I've Arrived

Date: October 16, 2005

I know you're surprised to hear from me.

They have computers here now and you are
allowed to send emails to your loved ones.

I've just arrived and have been checked in.


I've seen that everything has been

prepared for your arrival tomorrow.


Looking forward to seeing you then!

Hope your journey is as uneventful as mine was..

P.S. Sure is freaking hot down here!

Tuesday, June 16, 2009

6325

I love words, the dictionary being my favorite all time book. Numbers are a quick second. Anyone who knows me knows that I love numbers; math, puzzles, NUMBERS. I count everything.

I am pretty sure there are meds for people like me. Obsessive counting and decision making based on numbers. I love odd numbers, I think the Lord gave me four children to help me get over my obsession of the number 3 and 7....our family is perfectly 4 and 6...


While visiting a new couple in our ward Sunday [I am the first counselor (Education) in the Relief Society for the Church of Jesus Christ of Latter-Day Saints; we visit sisters pretty much every Sunday]....

...so, while visiting this past Sunday we met a new couple who have been married 44 days.....now, learning of their recent marriage is one part of the conversation, the important part is that he, YES HE, shared that walking to church, holding her hand, he was ecstatic to think that they had been married FORTY FOUR days!!!


Of course, the story doesn't end there, me basking in new love, and thinking how sweet this young man was to be COUNTING the days, and so in love.

This story is just beginning.....

I walked through the door and Mr B. immediately sensed that he was in trouble.... always in trouble, generally doesn't know what he did. And there I am.... silently wondering if he is still counting the days...????

B: "What did I do????? ...NOW???"

Me: "I don't know.....maybe it is something you are NOT doing!!!!"


Me: "LIKE COUNTING THE DAYS WE HAVE BEEN MARRIED!!!!!"



i Dont reaLLy expect too much, do I????

so tonight....Mr. B comes home, and upon our greeting one another, he whispers into my ear, "SIX THOUSAND THREE HUNDRED AND TWENTY FIVE DAYS...."

aNd....THE sTOry ConTINueS ♥

6325

I love words, the dictionary being my favorite all time book. Numbers are a quick second. Anyone who knows me knows that I love numbers; math, puzzles, NUMBERS. I count everything.

I am pretty sure there are meds for people like me. Obsessive counting and decision making based on numbers. I love odd numbers, I think the Lord gave me four children to help me get over my obsession of the number 3 and 7....our family is perfectly 4 and 6...


While visiting a new couple in our ward Sunday [I am the first counselor (Education) in the Relief Society for the Church of Jesus Christ of Latter-Day Saints; we visit sisters pretty much every Sunday]....

...so, while visiting this past Sunday we met a new couple who have been married 44 days.....now, learning of their recent marriage is one part of the conversation, the important part is that he, YES HE, shared that walking to church, holding her hand, he was ecstatic to think that they had been married FORTY FOUR days!!!


Of course, the story doesn't end there, me basking in new love, and thinking how sweet this young man was to be COUNTING the days, and so in love.

This story is just beginning.....

I walked through the door and Mr B. immediately sensed that he was in trouble.... always in trouble, generally doesn't know what he did. And there I am.... silently wondering if he is still counting the days...????

B: "What did I do????? ...NOW???"

Me: "I don't know.....maybe it is something you are NOT doing!!!!"


Me: "LIKE COUNTING THE DAYS WE HAVE BEEN MARRIED!!!!!"



i Dont reaLLy expect too much, do I????

so tonight....Mr. B comes home, and upon our greeting one another, he whispers into my ear, "SIX THOUSAND THREE HUNDRED AND TWENTY FIVE DAYS...."

aNd....THE sTOry ConTINueS ♥

Monday, June 15, 2009

Laker Love ♥

Congrats to the LAKERS.....

Listening to the commentary last night
I heard something that I immediately
wrote on a slip of paper.

Talking about Kobe and the challenges
of going from the top,
to the bottom,
and back up again...

One of the commentators said:

"What you go through
is transportation to what
you're going to."


This was such an amazing thought.

This post is not so much about the Lakers winning,
while I am celebrating with many great fans

It is about what we all go through....to get to what
we are going to....

Our lives transportation....

struggles, frustrations, loss
all brings us to our championships!!!

May you have hope and strength
in all you are going through
in transport to what you are going to!!!


Thursday, June 11, 2009

Make Way For Ducklings!

Cece and I were out shopping
for her promotion dress [6th grade!!]

We stopped at a store

to get her a cover for her phone
and came upon a family of ducklings
in the parking lot.

With a Park on one side,
and another Park on the other,
we figured these ducks were
just lost in transfer...


We walked them down the sidewalk,

across the street,

avoiding big holed grates,
....traffic,

keeping them going
in the direction of
safety was not too hard,

we just directed the mother,
and the ducklings followed.

the ducklings couldn't get up over the curbs
so cece had to give them a lift...


back to the park,

and I believe the mother duck
was trying to say 'thanks'.

safe and sound....yeah! ♥

Wednesday, June 3, 2009

ROFLMBO

The next SURVIVOR
SERIES

Six married men
will be dropped on an island with one car and

3 kids each for six weeks.


Each kid will play two sports
and take either music or
dance classes.

There is no fast food.

Each man must
take care of his 3 kids
;
keep his assigned house clean ,

correct all homework,
complete science projects,
cook ,
do laundry,
and pay a list of 'pretend' bills
with not enough money
.

In addition, each man
will have to budget in money
for groceries each week
.


Each man
must remember the birthdays
of all their friends and relatives,
and
send cards out on time--no emailing .

Each man must also take each child
to a doctor's appointment,
a
dentist appointment
and a
haircut appointment .

He must make one unscheduled and
inconvenient visit per child to the Urgent
Care.

He must also make cookies or cupcakes for a social function.

Each man will be responsible for
decorating his own assigned house,

planting flowers outside, and keeping it presentable at all times.

The men will only have access to television when the kids are asleep and all chores are done.

The men must shave their legs ,
wear makeup daily ,
adorn themselves with jewelry,
wear uncomfortable yet stylish shoes ,
keep fingernails polished,
and eyebrows groomed.


During one of the six weeks ,
the
men will have to endure severe
abdominal cramps, back aches,
have extreme, unexplained mood swings
but never once complain or slow down
from other duties
.


They must attend weekly school meetings and
church ,
and find time at least once to spend
the afternoon at the park or a similar
setting.


They will need to read a book to the kids
each
night and in the morning,
feed them ,
dress them,
brush their teeth and
comb their hair
by 7:00 am.

A test
will be given at the end of the six weeks, and each father will be
required to know all of the following information:
each child's
birthday,
height, weight,
shoe size, clothes size,
doctor's name,
the child's weight at birth,
length, time of birth,
and length of labor,
each child's favorite color,
middle name,
favorite snack,
favorite song,
favorite drink,
favorite toy,
biggest fear,
and what they want to be when they grow up.

The kids vote them off the island based on performance.

The last man wins only if...
he still
has enough energy
to be intimate with his spouse
at a moment's
notice.


If the last man does win,
he can play the game over and over and over
again for the next 18-25 years,
eventually earning the right
to be called Mother!

Monday, June 1, 2009

all is well that ends well

“To think of enduring to the end as ‘hanging in there,’ doing one’s duty relentlessly, is not inaccurate. Yet enduring to the end is more than outlasting and surviving, though it includes those qualities.

We are called upon, as was the Prophet Joseph, to ‘endure it well,’ gracefully, not grudgingly. (D&C 121:8.)


We are also told that we must ‘endure in faith.’ (D&C 101:35.) These dimensions of enduring are important to note. Likewise, we are asked to endure ‘valiantly.’ (D&C 121:29.)”


- Neal A. Maxwell, “Wherefore, Ye Must Press Forward,” p. 109

on marriage

'Will you, um, marry me?' I haven't seen you in weeks! You don't look happy or excited about the prospect of our marriage! You're asking me to give up my - my freedom, my joie de vivre for an institution that fails as often as it succeeds? And why should I marry you anyway? I mean, why do you wanna marry me? Besides some bourgeois desire to fulfill an ideal that society embeds in us from an early age to promote a consumer capitalist agenda?