Indian and the Jones

So today Isaac wanted to watch "Indian and the Jones" and I figured the Last Crusade was the least graphic for the beginning. As we are watching the whole Young Indiana bit I realized that it is totally Arches National Park in Moab where the scout troupe is riding their little donkeys. Also there is an elaborate cave system under Moab? and there was a circus train that came right through the park that travels through a countryside of fir trees. Sorry that was my morning, and I just wanted to tell someone.

New School Clothes

So this is not the first day of school post or even the second, but we finally broke down and bought Isaac school clothes last night and I thought he looked so dapper I had to post his picture. (Kaitlyn does not have new clothes, but she likes to be in pictures.) We hadn't bought Isaac any new clothes yet because it's still like 90 degrees everyday and you know, when you don't have kids in school you just buy clothes as needed. However, now his preschool has a uniform dress code so he can only wear blue, white, or khaki with no logos. This brought us to the Gap sale rack last night and now he is a sharp dressed man. I suppose this is now to be the routine every year and we got off pretty lightly with only $100.00. It's just weird, times and seasons and all that.

My political statement

I don't exactly comment on politics very often, but I have one thing to say. I don't want to be forced into doing something good. America was not founded on the idea of it's people being coerced into "doing the right thing". We are a nation that knows the choices and freedoms of one human being can make the difference for millions and I believe most of us humans are good beings out there trying to make a difference. I am a good person, I love to help others, I just want the freedom to be kind and generous and nation oriented how I see fit. I don't want someone else deciding for me through taxes or community programs how I should be helping my fellow man or woman. I think Sabrina is right on her blog, freedom is what's missing from this election. I wanted a president who I could be proud of, right now I'd just settle for one that isn't always telling me what to do.

All I know is I finally got this to work

This is an homage to West High's class of 1998 and 1997. Everything you say in high school can and will come back to haunt you over and over again.