Yesterday, I finally down loaded the first halve of the Smith family reunion. And of coarse, my first thought was to post about a hundred pictures.
Then I got the idea to add music, so it didn't feel to much like a vacation slide show.
There is only one picture, after the credits, so I will let you decide if you just want too listin to the music.

Next time, I will do a little better job, or I will have Justin do it.

Justin has the mad skills and the better software.

Happy Birthday, My Love

Originally, I was going to call this post, love and space aliens, but my better demons told me that it was to undignified, for such a dignified lady.

But I am still left with the problem, of trying to explain how I can be married thirty years, this August 25th, to a woman who doesn't look thirty. Maybe, it's like in Close Encounters of The Third Kind, were people who have been up-ducted, don't age a bit.

All I know is that I am the luckiest man in the world. It may be my wifes birthday, today, but I still get all the presents. Just having her in my life, is the biggest gifts my Father in Heaven has given me. And the older I get, the less I forget to mention my thanks, in my prayers.

So Happy birthday, Sharlene, and thank you for thirty years of happiness.

You know, some things just don't make since to me.

This is another post about me and my random brain.

There are a few things in life, that just don't make since to me. And some times I think that I am the only one who sees these strange phenomenon.

Like, why is it I can't walk in cowboy boots, and yet,Chuck Norris made us believe that you can do karate, while wearing them.

Why does a college book, about writing detective novels cost $60.00 and the best detective novels cost about $6.00. And you have to force students to read the school book.

Why, aren't all cars, convertibles?

Why is competitive shopping, not a Olympic game? I'm not kidding.

Channel surfing has taught me that just about anything can be Olympic contest. If volley ball, played with your feet, can be a Olympic event, why not shopping?

There are those who may say, you don't have to be an athlete to shop. Any one who says that, has never gone shopping with my wife. And my wife, doesn't have a shot at the gold, compared to her mother.

While were on the subject, of the Olympics, why is there no cheerleader competition?

I'm not one of those who wants to sit and stare at young women in short uniforms, but I've been watching the mens basketball, on tape delay, without commercials. Half time is a static shot of the crowd. I almost miss the commercials.

Oh well. If nothing else, these questions make life, interesting.

Boyd

Making Changes and Random Thinking

I think that every once and a while, it's not a bad idea to mix things up a little. So why not change the layout? Not much change to the content. The more things change the more they stay the same.

During the Smith family reunion, we talked about blogs, a little. Every one said the same thing, about my blog, so random (which is just another way of saying, crazy). So I think I will get a little more "random", because that is who I am.

I think I first discovered how different my thinking pattern is (was), my first year out of high school, when I joined a drama club (so dramatic). The club leader was giving training in, how to learn your script. He gave us all a characters and a set of circumstances, and told us to impromptu a seen. The improv fallowed the script from a play very closely, were the circumstances were the same, for every one but me. I of coarse went off in a direction that was distinctly, me.

This is not self deprecation, but a realization of who I am. Hey I'm OK and your OK.

So it's just me, being me. And being happy. Boyd

Wolcome Home and Happy Birthday too two great kids

Sunday, wah hoo.

Sunday is suppose to be a day of rest, but not Sunday, August the 3rd.

At the risk of being redundant, I am not happy, unless I am way too busy. Make it a family day and I have got my little slice of heaven.

A small birthday party for Justin, my oldest son, after putting six hours at work and I was ready for a nap. A nap that I needed, before I went with the fam, to the airport, to pick up my daughter, Amy.


Enough about me.

I don't know if it was luck or he knew what he was doing, but Justin (and his better half, Mellisa) found the perfect place for the Smith family reunion. This is only one of the many things that Justin has done to make me proud.

I hope that he had a well deserved happy birthday.


Then there was our little adventure to the airport, to pick up Amy from her gigantic adventure, to Italy. Amy didn't have a whole lot to say, because she had been on a airplane for a day and a half, with out much sleep. Still there are so many things that a father can say about one of his little girls, bravely taking on Europe.

It may seem like my kids get all the good stuff, but it is I who gets the greatest gives, when ever I see my kids growing and enjoying this great life that our Heavenly Father has given us

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Another good day-Boyd

Photographs and Snap Shots.

Photograph by Justin










A photograph is a work of art. A snap shot is a picture that you take, while on vacation, to add to your memories. After four days, three nights, eleven hundred miles, three national parks, a sink hole, a three hour play and approximately nine hundred clicks of the camera, I have plenty of both.





Oh ya, it was a blast.

I took my computer to work, yesterday, to show some of my fellow workers, about half of the pictures that I took(and I have to give credit to my family, for some of the better pictures, before they start laughing at me, for taking all the credit), when I noticed that I didn't want to show the art work. I would rather show my family.

Friends don't let friends, do impromptu slide shows.

This photo, is a metaphor for life. My brother in law, Doug, is looking forward on the trail and missing all the beauty behind him. Truth is, he was on assignment to look for the next rest stop, with shade.

In our car, on the way home, Matt asked everybody, "what was your favorite part of the trip". Everyone agreed, that is was hard to pick one thing. Everything was great. But I think I enjoyed the camp fire, on the last night, because we all just sat around, talked, sang and just had a good time. And I forgot about my camera.




Enjoy the pictures. There are plenty more were these came from. Boyd