Blogging to avoid halloween duties

Here I am writing a blog on Halloween night because 1) I can't hear people knock on my door from here, saves on Halloween candy 2) We live on a cul-de-sac that doesn't attract any trick or treeters anyway and 3) I don't have a wife to occupy my time(she is in SLC with sister and mother). I walked into the office today and found the fashion for Halloween costumes for the year are Bee antennae and green faces. I can see the green faces(Feona, Incredible Hulk, Green Lantern, etc.) and I can see bee antennae(Killer bees, honey bees, Bee Gee bees) but I can't put the two together. Would it be a Feona bee, The incredible hulk beemeister, or I'm green with envy Bee Gee bees. Well, it goes way above my abilities.
My partner saw one of our employees who had a princess costume on and blurted out, "you look just like Princess Feona". I tried to help the situation by adding, before the change of course. I think the hurt had been done. I wonder why they say men are insensitive?
We will be in Provo this weekend for Linzi's baby blessing. I will fly up after working Saturday morning. Your mother is already there, doing her thing with family. She was getting antsy because she had been home for 2 weeks in a row.
My desire to blog has just left me. Blogging is boring, except for those creative few who find outlets for talents. Besides, my blog has attracted 2 comments, both from Heidi, Oh I forgot Celia dropped by once. Celia, you have made my blogging career worthwhile.

So, I have now gone way back into the archives to pull out this picture. I'm still trying to remember if Josh was being punished for not clearing the table or if he had just finished the old pull the table cloth out from under the dishes and it got away from him? The background would make me believe neither. This was his dress for playing the organ at the episcopal church in Cleveland. The organ is to his left and will not go down in the annals of great classical organs but one must start somewhere. He now is playing the organ in the Holy Trinity Catholic Church in Georgetown, Wash. DC area. You may remember this one, it was John F. Kennedy's church of choice while habitating the white house.

What is Linzi doing? One would think that the entire enjoyment of the car ride rested with her abilities to hold this pose for 3 hours while we traveled to Utah with Ciera and Ivy. Fortunately for Linzi, we were just traveling acrossed town when the two sleeping beauty's did their thing. We knew right then that she would be a good mom or at least a good support group for her children.

Whose little waif is this one? Those of you who are following Heidi's blog would recognize this to be one of those "She wanted to do her own hair" days. Unfortunately, this does not excuse Heidi from her motherly responsibilities of at least washing her face! I would have red eyes too if my mother didn't wash my face! Let the guilt feelings begin!

Heather, what is your excuse? How about, "boys will be boys" or "Hey dude you look totally boyish" or "chocolate frosting goes good with yellow" or "I don't have time to wash my face mom, I'm to busy finding the square root of 2,304,432!". Come to think of it, this is probably one of Grandma Smiths charges. Where was Granny Smith for this one? Probably out picking apples!

Well, enough of the pictures. For those who may not know the last one, its Quinn, heathers oldest son. He is our resident Mathematics guru. We love him and have such a wonderful time with him. He is very photogenic, even without the frosting! Well, I can't compete with the voluminous materials that Heidi puts out and since I don't really care to; I will end my blog.

Ms. Marilyn said I didn't have any pictures of "moi". Voila, moi! This one shows that you can take the podiatrist out of the country but you can't take the podiatrist out of the podiatrist! I'm sure that makes sense. This fellow had the gold toe syndrome that comes with showing your brass toe off too much in public and having foot fettishers come and play with your toe.
This is yours truly and two of yours truly's children standing somewhere in Paris. I believe it to be at the Louvre but can't be certain. My memory seems to be about as good as my picture is. The day was one that just brought out the horizontal stripes in all who are thin and not pregnant. One would not want to advertise to brazenly ones pregnant condition. With todays choice of wear for maternity outfits, the not only show off your bulging belly but work in your everted naval type dress wear, it has gone just a tad to far on the old maternity wear! Anyway, that would be the opinion of one.
Showing that the eiffel tower really isn't that big. Why it's just a bit taller than josh. Perspective really is a fun thing.
Here I am wearing my one and only brown wedding suit. It worked for two weddings and now is retired waiting for me to dye my hair brown again so the gray doesn't clash. Your mother is in her blue suit she bought specially for Courtneys wedding. Question then arises, why am I wearing my suit for a second time when she gets new outfits for each wedding? I guess I owe myself 6 suits! Oh, flowers by Spelts!

Europe with the smiths

Marilyn is about ready to go to see the ice statues and food creations in the dining area of the ship. She chose a relaxed Chinese silk outfit with black puffy shoes and a natural look with a pull back hair style. Very chic and she was the talk of the boat for her choice of apparel.
The trio looking down one of Venice's many back alley canals or is that just back canals? We were a quite cosmopolitan group as can be seen by the cool sun glasses, visor and white pregnancy smock. We may not have been the best dressed but we were among the happiest of visitors to Venice on this day.
Versailles, Louis the XIV home. A humble little four story flat with a view. Decorations by Louis and company, at works by everyone with a name in art. It wasn't any wonder that the poor people revolted, they did however wait for Louis the XVI in order to do it. Louis XIV had all of the nobles of his country in his court, all vying for the opportunity to come and dress him in the morning, eat with him at breakfast, lunch and dinner. His adversaries were all part of his court and he created a God like image in all of their minds. He must have been quite the personality.
Louis's garden and Josh's non plussed attitude for the same. Instead of just saying cheese, Josh said Camembert!(with an attitude). MOre to follow

Don't push the next blog tab..!!!

I have just had a blogging experience from hell....anyway, depending upon your take on things. I had been reading Heidi's blog, a must for everyone to read, I then punched up my own blog thinking I would "post" one of my own. I looked up at the top of my page and couldn't remember exactly what to push and saw the "next blog" button. I clicked on it and immediately was in XXX rated materials. I panicked looking for an exit button, all the while trying to keep my eyes off the material and pictographs that were definitely in line with what the prophet suggests that we avoid. So after getting the right x pushed and with sweat dripping off my forehead, I took a break and made certain that this time the next blog button stays unpushed. I had forgotten that one "posts" a blog and doesn't write it.
Funny story: My patient came into my office with pain in his feet, heel pain and pain all over. As we were talking I asked him about the xray report stating that he had arthritis in his 2nd and 3rd toes of his right foot. He said when he was young that he was a bully type of older brother and when his brother and his friends were playing he would always kick their ball or do something else to disrupt their fun. So one day they were playing soccer and he ran onto the field to kick the ball. He hadn't really noticed but the ball they were playing with was stationary and they had painted a big rock to look like a ball. Thus twenty years later, he has arthritis in his toes where he kicked the "ball/rock". He assured me that a lesson was learned.
I guess my seeing humor in the situation may be a bit grotesque but he was laughing as hard as I did.
My days have come down to enjoying my solitude without your mother. She is with linzi and taking care of baby jack. He is quite the eater and though linzi isn't doing a lot of nursing, she is pumping and she seems to have the same problems nursing that Heidi is blessed with.(Heidi, I didn't give you those genes!). It could grow on me being a loner. I can't complain about the company I keep, I find myself quite good company and have very few arguments and very few conversations. I enjoy reading and am trying to finish, "Between a Rock and A Hard Place". It isn't too great knowing the end of the book when a story like that is being told. It does however tell of why he had the wherewithal to do what he had to do to save himself.
I am supposed to make this some kind of interesting writing rather than a "this is my life" tableau. Maybe I'll get better at it in the future.