UNTI FAMILY

My initial reaction was, "Yes it is!" I then had to go back and take a picture of this and start showing it to people. I am guessing they have the sign in case it snows, but then wouldn't you make the sign higher? Not sure. This past year I've received some strange things in the mail at work. One was a postcard which had my name on the label and below that it read "personal and confidential." I immediatly became concerned that someone might have read the postcard prior to it getting to me. I stopped short of strongly questioning the mail room. I also recieved a post card from another company who's slogan was "Enduring Excellence." I thought these people must be really, really good. I've had to endure, long shopping trips with my wife, an eight hour drive with screaming children and long boring movies with subtitles. On the rare occassion I somehow manage to achieve excellence (likely by accident) I've never felt like I had to endure it. So when I recieved this post card, I could not imagine being so good that it becomes tedious and tiresome to the point that you have to endure it.

TAD POLE UPDATE:

We have one frog, still unnamed. The other tadpole has been labeled "developmentally challenged". These guys appear to be survivors. Now at first you would think it must be easy keeping frogs alive, however I have learned this weekend it takes quite a bit of effort. I'm not sure how much longer we can keep it up. We actually have to create our own frickin life cycle. The frogs only survive if you feed them crickets. Which means I have to buy crickets at the pet store. As we can't go and buy one cricket everday we have to buy a few at a time. Now I not only have to keep frogs alive I have to keep the crickets alive too. The first batch didn't last 24 hours. We had to go out and buy more crickets. I have to feed the crickets with fish food and provide them with water. Hopefully we will be able to keep seven crickets alive long enough to feed the frog. In the event the other tadpole ever decides to evolve this will necessitant us having to keep 14 crickets alive for a week. Possibly more in case one escapes. It's extemely difficult to pull one cricket out without having a few pop out of the box. I had a nightmare last night that the kids came home with a pet snake and the snake had to eat frogs which meant I had to raise more tadpoles and buy more crickets. I woke up in a cold sweat....................................

It's been about a year and my stomach was still bothering me so Vangie convinced me to get things checked out. Today I went to the gastroenterologist and had them check out my stomach. A friend of mine had some connections and was able to get me these pictures of my stomach. He also convinced them to give me a pair of moon shorts. These shorts have a flap in the back in case the doctor has to scope your back end. I had to promise not to garden in them. I'm not big on gardening so this shouldn't be a problem.

They took me back to the room and I got to have the procedure done in my clothes which surprised me. They even let me keep my shoes on. This made me very comfortable. I was prepared for the little gown the hospitals make you wear. I had made sure I wore clean underwear with no holes. Anyway, I got into the room where they performed the scope and they turned me on my side, turned on the anesthesia and I was knocked out. They woke me up a few minutes later and it was done. I didn't know anything had ever happened. It wasn't a bad procedure at all. I was happy with how things went. I think I must have been to a really good doctor because I overheard how happy the lady in the area next to me was with her procedure and they went in the backdoor on that one. I wondered if she got a pair of moon pants to take home too?

Anyway Vangie came in and we sat down with the doctor and went over the pictures and basically he said there is nothing wrong with me. Vangie was very happy, I think because I say I can't do a lot of things because of my stomach. Now I don't have any excuses. The doctors think I have reflux and just need to take medicine when it gets bad. I guess if I want to I can start drinking the Dew again. We will see how it goes.

Happy Easter, It's my one year anniversary of blogging. Thanks to all of you who have been following along. Here is a shot of the boys on Easter Morning and my foot. Max was up at 5:00 AM searching for his basket. From past experience we knew to hide his basket in a tough spot otherwise he would be eating candy for a good two hours before anyone else got up. Fortunately he had given up the search by the time I got up and with a few hints found his and tore into it. We hid Jake's in a tough spot as well. Jake got pretty upset when he could not instantly locate his so we played hot and cold and he eventually found his behind the vacuum in the hall closet.