Sunday the 18th day of January in the year of 2009... A day that will live in infamy.. well maybe not "infamy" but it's one that most Arizona natives will remember for many many years. A day that decided the best NFL teams to send to the Big Game in Tampa on the first of February.
The family, minus one (Caution went ice fishing) headed up to Roy, Utah to enjoy the last NFL playoff games of the year with the other family. A great day it was.. The underestimated Arizona Cardianls (my home state) beat the Philly Eagles.. and the Pittsburp Stealers beat the Ravens to advance to the SUPERBOWL. Let's go underdogs. I've always had a special place in my heart for the underdog in any situation. Hell, I root for the Saints too. Anyway, here's to whats shapin up to be an interesting Superbowl.. and what was that statistic I read .. "The team in red wins more often than the team that's not" ...
Workin for a TV station definitely has its perks. We tend to have a steady stream of free tickets to big events coming through this place on a regular basis. And every so often, I’m privileged enough to be on the receiving end of these fine gifts. Last night was one of those lucky nights. A few nights back a gracious co-worker said she scored a bunch of tickets to the Walking With Dinosaurs event and that she would like to give me four of them… Yup. Walking With Dinosaurs!! 4 tickets!! If ya haven’t heard of this show, you better check it out cause it’s incredible. Huge, true-to-life sized dinos walking around the Arena floor. I still can’t get my head around how they pulled it off. The way they moved and the sounds they made were so life-like. Collin and Sara were completely entranced the entire time… Five minutes into the show Sara moves to my lap ‘cuz she cant see around the big-head adult in front of her. 2 minutes after that, as she’s watching a little meat-asaurus try to eat some dino eggs, she turns her head and whispers to me, “Dad, are they gonna have a brontosaurus?” Me, “I don’t know little one, but I hope so”
Ten minutes later… Sara whispers, “Dad, where’s the Brontosaurus?” Me, “I dunno, keep watching”
Another ten minutes go by and the back curtain opens up to reveal a long necked dino… Sara, “Dad, Dad, look! The Brontosaurus!” as she proceeds to flash the biggest smile of the night so far…
The narrator then goes on the say that this is actually just a baby Brachiosaurus, (sorry Sara, no such thing as a Brontosaurus, but she doesn’t need to know that just yet) one of the biggest dinos ever. And it was HUUUGE. Just a baby, but still enourmous. Then another smaller meat-a-saurus, I think it was a Stegosaurus or something, starts threatening the baby Brachiosaurus… This goes on for a few minutes until the back curtain opens again and out rumbles baby Brachio’s GINORMOUS Dad charging right at the tiny Raptor… And as Sara eyes grew to the size of baseballs she shouts, “Dad, It’s the Daddy Brontosaurus!!!” It was Awesome! Truly a night to remember...
Like I said before, If it comes your way, I highly recommend it…
I'll be updating very soon .. I promise!!
Collin and his 2nd grade class went on a field trip to the Kennecott Copper Mine. And like the sponge that he is Collin was full of info when he came home. Some of the more amazing facts he filled me in on were; 1- Kennecott is the largest copper mine on the planet; 2-You could stack two Sears Towers on top of each other and still not reach the top of the mine; 3-The Mine can be seen by the space shuttle astronauts as they pass over the United States...
What do you think of when you hear the words "South Carolina"? What about the word "ziploc"? Well after this little story you may think of something completely off the wall when you hear any of those words...
On Tuesday, April 1st, Collin and Sara's Grandparents took a trip out east. The company Grandpa works for took them to South Carolina for an annual business trip. I've been back east and its quite an experience; heat, humidity, lots of greenery, and nice beaches. Grandma took to collecting sea shells to bring home to the kids and even talked Grandpa into hiking down a rocky ledge to pick up one very special shell. Friday rolled around and Grandma 'n Grandpa came home to some very excited grand-kids.
"Wait 'til you guys see what I brought you!!" Grandma says, as she hands the kids a Ziploc bag filled with sea shells.
"Cool", they exclaim.
"'Bout killed myself tryin ta' get ya that one" says Grandpa pointing to the special spirally one.
The kids dumped out all the shells and counted them, sorted them, and played with them. When they were done they were good kids and put them all back into the Ziploc bag, but left them sitting on the living room floor.
The next morning Jodi and I were sitting around relaxing and watching some TV. When all of the sudden Jodi turns towards me and says, "Brandon! Did you see that?"
"What?" I ask.
"The bag..." she points to the Ziploc bag still sitting on the floor, "it moved!"
"What?"
"I swear it moved!"
"nah... the shells were probly just settling in there", I say, brushing her off like nothing.
The day goes on and that afternoon I sit down at my computer to do some freelance work (the computer is in the living room as well). Collin is layin' on the floor playing Madden 08 on his PSP. Every so often Collin hops up to show me a great replay on his game. "Dad, Dad, you gotta see this blah blah just ran 80 yards for touchdown" or " Yes! Check out this awesome catch" etc., etc. Then all of the sudden after a few minutes of gameplay i hear a small rustle from a plastic bag on the floor right next to Collin's head. Oh yes, Collin heard it too... Actually, he saw it move! He pops up off the floor faster then a startled grasshopper in the Arizona desert and he's white as a ghost, "I just... I just... there was.. I saw, I saw... something moved in the bag ... and it was black".
My eyes wide and my heart racing a little I bend over to pick up the bag. Looking it over thoroughly, I see nothing suspicious. Nothing at all. I take the bag upstairs and bring everyone around the kitchen counter to help inspect.
"I told you I saw the bag move! I told you!" Jodi shouts.
And Grandma says, "Oh there's nothing in here", as she picks up the bag and walks into the bathroom, where she proceeds to empty it into the sink. She pushes all the shells around and finds nothing. "The only shell in here that could hide anything would be this spirally one right here" She holds up the shell that Grandpa took a hike to retrieve. She flips on the hot water and waits for it to get hot. Once the water is scorching, she puts the shell under the hot water and waits. A few minutes go by... and... then complete panic and commotion come screaming out of the bathroom!
"What? Sara, what?" I ask the terrified child.
"There's something in the shell" she screeches through frightened tears. And I pick her up and hold her while she calms down...
So what was in the shell you ask? Well I'm sure many of you can guess... but this will make it much more fun. If you'd like to see a photo of what was in the shell... CLICK HERE to see what the kids have aptly named "Ziploc" from South Carolina.
I know there's a few of you that will totally dig this... My nephew, Jacob, has a birthday on April 4th and I wanted to paint a groovy painting for him... He plays PeeWee football for the Bingham Miners and he's quite good... So what better gift than a painting of him playin some ball... Here's a couple of shot of the painting process... Enjoy!
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