Looks like that video tour hasn't been posted yet. Well, it could be due to the crazy summer that we've had. Things are getting better, yet the video camera is having it's quirks and won't record any visual information. That is something that will need to be fixed before you can view our beautiful cozy home.
Lance starts school again in August and we are trying to figure out that whole tuition thing. We qualified for a stimulus check, but not for a Pell Grant. Go figure. Honey, can you move up your book timeline just a bit?
I'm doing tons better. I was diagnosed with a blood clot in my leg on April 12th, after having three vascular studies done and an ultrasound on my thigh. I wasn't very impressed with Magic Valley Regional, as they completed two out of the three and the clot could be seen in both. HELLO . . . . no body home. Surprisingly, Cassia Regional is the one who found it and wish I had gone to them the first time.
A big thanks to Dr. Hansen, as he diagnosed me with a blood clot two weeks before they found it. He had me on some herbal/natural blood thinner that no doubt saved my life, as I made a trip to SLC for the Saturday morning session of Conference. The clot was HUGE, from my hip to my knee, and could have gone to my heart.
However, the yard has suffered tremendously for it. I'll take a poor looking yard as opposed to any clot going to my heart, lung, or brain any day. Our rose bushes look beautiful and are full of blooms. Next year will be better!
My husband will be greatly surprised to see I have actually entered something on our blog. Just for you, Sweetie!
Saturday, June 28, 2008
Friday, June 27, 2008
A Picture of Rio
I realized after I after that poem about Rio, that maybe not many of you have seen the city. So here's a couple of my favorite pictures of that beautiful city.
Poem Update
It's been awhile since I posted a poem of mine on the blog, so since I can't sleep tonight I figure I'll post a couple.
In the eye
The move to the city was ugly.
The water tastes like bleach.
The taxes are outrageous.
The neighbors way too close.
But every morning I awaken,
out my window I see
my son and his three daughters,
and that is beautiful to me.
Meu Redentor
I lived in that city.
I survived the murder,
the drugs, the rape.
But even with it's criminal ugliness,
it is breathtaking when seen
from where Christ stands.
Ode to the Miller
I've been told I look like the Miller,
short, round, somewhat balding.
I take it as a compliment, because I
am, short, round, somewhat balding.
So I read his tale. Seemed simple enough.
A girl, a guy, the girl's old husband,
the priest down the lane that likes to kiss
peoples "ers".
I like it enough to read it to my wife,
who, like every other time I read something to her,
gave a whimper. No laughter, no smile.
A whimper of disgust? A whimper that really said,
'Honey, I love you but stop reading to me'?
or was it a whimper of pain?
If only life were as simple as
the Miller's tale.
I think thats enough for today. Don't want to burn you guys out all at once.
Lance
In the eye
The move to the city was ugly.
The water tastes like bleach.
The taxes are outrageous.
The neighbors way too close.
But every morning I awaken,
out my window I see
my son and his three daughters,
and that is beautiful to me.
Meu Redentor
I lived in that city.
I survived the murder,
the drugs, the rape.
But even with it's criminal ugliness,
it is breathtaking when seen
from where Christ stands.
Ode to the Miller
I've been told I look like the Miller,
short, round, somewhat balding.
I take it as a compliment, because I
am, short, round, somewhat balding.
So I read his tale. Seemed simple enough.
A girl, a guy, the girl's old husband,
the priest down the lane that likes to kiss
peoples "ers".
I like it enough to read it to my wife,
who, like every other time I read something to her,
gave a whimper. No laughter, no smile.
A whimper of disgust? A whimper that really said,
'Honey, I love you but stop reading to me'?
or was it a whimper of pain?
If only life were as simple as
the Miller's tale.
I think thats enough for today. Don't want to burn you guys out all at once.
Lance
Funny thing...
In order to earn my share of the bills around our house, I teach computer classes at night for CSI. I just started teaching my new round of Buying and Selling on eBay last week when a funny thing happened. My started class as usual, telling my students that my name is Lance and I'm an english major at ISU and that I hoped you would have fun and learn a lot during the course. After about 2 hours of getting them logged into eBay (I was proud of myself, 2 hours is not a long time when they don't even know where the shift key is!) and I logged myself in.
Of course I don't use my real name as my username, I go by Olsen Potter in almost all of my online transactions, and so when I logged in the screen said, "Hi, Olsen Potter". Normal, I thought, I mean I had told them my real name at the beginning of class.
I was taken back for a moment then when all of my students started calling me Mr. Potter. Not one to ruin such a perfect moment for a joke I replied, "Please, just call me Olsen." Which they then proceeded to do. Funny.
But it got even more funny when I went to tutor the next day and my boss came in to tell that she would have to fire me. Why? I asked. Well, one of my students complained about me never showing up for class. Flabbergasted I defended myself as any upstanding young man (under 25, contrary to what Becca thinks, is still young), would of done; I threw up my hands and said of course I showed up last night. And then my boss, who knows me to well, started laughing and said, "She said you never did, but she sure enjoyed Mr. Potter's class."
Go figure...
Of course I don't use my real name as my username, I go by Olsen Potter in almost all of my online transactions, and so when I logged in the screen said, "Hi, Olsen Potter". Normal, I thought, I mean I had told them my real name at the beginning of class.
I was taken back for a moment then when all of my students started calling me Mr. Potter. Not one to ruin such a perfect moment for a joke I replied, "Please, just call me Olsen." Which they then proceeded to do. Funny.
But it got even more funny when I went to tutor the next day and my boss came in to tell that she would have to fire me. Why? I asked. Well, one of my students complained about me never showing up for class. Flabbergasted I defended myself as any upstanding young man (under 25, contrary to what Becca thinks, is still young), would of done; I threw up my hands and said of course I showed up last night. And then my boss, who knows me to well, started laughing and said, "She said you never did, but she sure enjoyed Mr. Potter's class."
Go figure...
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