Avast ye Scallywags!

Today I had the largest piece of sacrament bread I think I have ever had. It was a little less than a 1/4 of a piece of bread. I had to stuff it in to my mouth like it was a handful of popcorn. It needed some butter and maybe some jam. That's it, toasted with butter, and a small cup of jam on the tray with a spreading knife. Perfect!


We got a new bishopric and today it was our new bishop's first day conducting. He did a good job, but his face got a little bit more red every time he stood up to talk. I felt bad for the guy but like I said, he did great. My all time favorite nervous church leader story was when Aaron was sustaining somebody and changed the order for the sustaining vote and asked for "those opposed" first, which apparently everybody did. People were literally ROFLing between the pews.


We watched a movie outside on our INFLATABLE MOVIE SCREEN tonight. It was pretty cool, both temperatically and expressionally. We watched Pirates of the Caribbean staring Johnny Depp. It is an action packed thriller where Johnny Depp plays the part of Jack Sparrow, a pirate captain without a ship. He is the worst pirate, then the best pirate and then the worst pirate some people have ever heard of. He spends the movie in pursuit of some African-American pearl (Using 'black' is offensive to some people) he lost and winds up getting cursed by Aztec gold. It all works out in the end though when he gets saved by an African-American smith (still not saying 'black') and he finds his African-American pearl (FYI, saying 'black' in quotes doesn't count). I think I dozed off a few times but I caught the gist of it I think. ;-)

Behold the Power of Tools

We went up to Sheri grave today and sat there for awhile. It was a perfect day, one of the first nice one we have had this year. Wendi brought her some flowers, which she put together herself. They were beautiful of course. I didn't bring any of my own. I did murder about 50 ants for her though. They kept crawling on her headstone so they were swiftly met with my giant thumb of justice. I guess that was my gift to her.

While we sat there we observed others coming to visit loved ones. One group arrived and began unpacking a trunk load of tools. An elderly man ran a power edger around the tombstone and his two companions swept it off. They were quite meticulous and it was fun to watch.

I saw one of the coolest pinwheels there too. It was a monster truck, and the wheels were pinwheels that spin in the wind. Wend had to restrain me from going over and getting a closer look. I think she thought that I might be tempted to swipe it. She thinks she knows me better than she does. To which she will no doubt say "Not true."

Oh, and I got 100% on the campaign level to Call of Duty: Modern Warfare 2. Yes, I realize the irony considering Wendi just posted something about me wanting to shoot down a Camp Williams chopper. In my defense, I only thought I should shoot it down so it couldn't report our position to the enemy. Really quite a selfless act if you think about it. YOU'RE WELCOME!!!

Is that you?

Well, who knew that creating a blog would be so much work. I am plum tuckered from making up all of that fake information.

I guess introductions are in order. Hello everybody, my name is James. My wife talked me in to creating a blog. I think she is trying to get some deeper insight into my phyche. Well, I have been telling her since we met that she was the smart one in the relationship and this is my chance to prove it I guess.

I have actually been meaning to start a blog for awhile now. Ever since Sheri passed away and I have felt compelled to start one. One of the great things that she left behind was her blog. In it she shared funny moments with her children, husband and family members. She shared her frustrations, her joys, her trials and her loves. She left a piece of herself on her blog which after she was gone became a treasure to those who love her. I would like to dedicate my blog to her memory.

Wendi and I heard that her headstone and been put in. We hadn't been able to visit her grave since her burial since we couldn't find it. We went this week to visit her and see her headstone. We didn't remember exactly where it was, but it turned out that Wendi was right yet again. The headstone is beautiful and the cemetery is very nice. Being there brought all of the feelings right back and we stood there for a minute with a lump in our throats. It's really hard to believe that she is gone sometimes.

I heard a funny story from my 1st counselor that I thought I would share. His wife and eldest son (7 I think he said) went to the LDS book store to shop. His son found a CTR ring that he wanted really bad. He asked his mother if he could have it. She told him "no" because he already had one and that he didn't need another one. The finished their shopping and left going about their errands. Later that night she was doing laundry and found the CTR ring in his pocket. He had stolen a ring that is meant to remind people to "Choose the Right"!! Can you even fathom the irony here? It's like trying to understand a paradox, only it makes me laugh while it hurts.

And that, my friends, it what we call in the business a "wrap".