Until further notice

It's not you. It's me.

Me exactly

World Cup 2010 - My Way

When I'm in charge this is how Soccer will be played. From the World Cup all the way down to the pee wee's in grade school.

Then the U.S. will start watching.

WTH Friday (What the Heck?)

LOL...Whoa!

It all makes sense now

Eat 3 "Jack in the Box" tacos before bed and this happens...

You dream about being a member of the "Black Widows" with these guys.

I wonder what happens if you eat 4 tacos?

Y'all gonna git your newly-released T-O-M boxed set anthology??

I thought so.

EMO

Oops!

OMH! (oh my heck) Seriously! THE best Song EVER!!! No really...Trust Me.

Michael Nesmith of The Monkeys!

Hmmmm??? What did I tell you!?

Passive-Aggressive's are interesting folks...

It was time to make a comeback.

Paying Homage to a Great Man

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Lawrence Robert Mitchell has left a lasting legacy of good.

With many children, granchildren and great-grandchildren, "Larry's" posterity has become that "good fruit" that has nourished and brought many souls closer to Jesus Christ.

I being one of them.

Larry's legacy of quiet obedience and service in the gospel provided for me a foundation that I could always return to look at or get recharged from every time I saw him.

Now that legacy is a memory for me to always remember.

Larry died with an active temple recommend.

Larry paid a full-tithe.

Larry took care of the families he home taught.

Larry took care of his own family both spiritually and temporally leaving us all with an inner desire to do the same.

Can there be a greater way to leave this planet?

I don't think so.

His beautiful wife Helen penned the following poem about the "here-after":

We Will See Each Other Again

As a ship departs the harbor

And ne'er we see it more

'Til we make that selfsame voyage,

And reach that distant shore.

So it is with a loved one's passing;

'Tis but a parting, brief.

And the promise of a blest reunion

Sustains us in our grief

Helen O. Mitchell

I will miss this man and look forward to seeing him again.

Defining Joy

Do you remember those strongman games at the fair/carnival/theme park? You know, the ones where you measure your strength by whacking a huge mallet on to a lever that shoots a lead weight upwards toward a bell. If you were strong enough and your mallet struck just right you could send that lead weight flying up the board where it would smack into a bell and drop back down to the lever. Every time a ding was heard in the park you knew someone was a real "strongman."

The physical ringing of the bell defined a true strongman.

My brain thinks and relates best in metaphors or analogies. I see metaphors and analogies for life everywhere I look.

When I feel joy, I see and hear the bell ringing in the strongman game.

Here's a recent example:

The other night while reading from the Book of Mormon as a family we had the good fortune of having Jessica and her boys with us. We had just began reading from the book of 4th Nephi when Jessica stopped us. We all looked up at Jessica a bit startled because due to her more quiet nature she never speaks up to have us stop anything.

She cleared her throat and began to tell us how it was while reading in this exact location of 4th Nephi verse 4 and 5, as a 16 year old, she received a witness that the Book of Mormon was true. He voice began to crack as she retold her experience and bore testimony to the truthfulness of the Book of Mormon.

Quite unique was this situation. Realizing what Jessica had just said, we all teared up and for a moment time stopped. Outside on our deck, in Hailey Idaho sitting in plastic chairs, the Spirit rested upon us all testifying of the truthfulness of Jessica's words.

What a beautiful moment as a parent. The spiritual "ding" of the strongman game sounded in my head. Weird analogy I know. Joy had been reached and I needed nothing more than "that" feeling. My soul had been quenched with the Joy that the Spirit provides.

Interesting and exciting to me is the testimony that Jessica had received of the Book of Mormon. It was a testimony that she sought and found on her own. It was something that her parents could not give to her. And while we could provide the tools and the mode by which a testimony is gained, the actual receiving, the revelation, could not be received until she asked herself, with a "sincere heart, with real intent, having faith in Christ."

Jessica, independent of her parents, gained a witness that the Book of Mormon was true. The strongman bell sounded in my head as she retold us all the story.

Joy had been defined.

Best Picture in the Whole Whirrl

THIS speaks to the center of my being

Table Rock in Le Bois

Hopie III in a cave beneath Table Rock

Cliff Dweller

Can't Sleep!

Just kidding. I slept 12 hours last night.

Crucial Information if ever in a Time Machine: Relax, you're covered.

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You will need this someday.

Timeline of the Fax Machine: Fascinating!

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Random Madness: Gutter Cat