During one of the public hearings for a proposed project on U.S. 189 in Provo Canyon, one of Bob Redford's cronies gave us a sneer and said, "I'll bet you people wouldn't even know a tree if it landed in your lap!" Upon which my buddy pulled a card from his wallet, "Here's my Sierra Club membership - where's yours?" The accuser slunk away sheepishly.
It's normal here in Oregon to have at least a sprinkle at almost every game. What's really weird is when the sun comes out!
Baseball has started once again, and our players are working on their basic skills: hitting, throwing, stealing bases, and, yes, spitting.
I don't want to give anyone any ideas, but I could never understand why there weren't tons of handprints and signatures embedded in the new concrete!
Our Sunday school lesson yesterday was about the Children of Israel complaining about manna. It's easy to point back now and say what whiners they were, but how often do we complain about everyday miracles?
Ever notice that buffets never feature Scout Night or Missionary Night? There's a reason.
I've been thinking a lot about my ancestors. Right now there's a smoldering volcano in Iceland near the village where my grandmother's family came from. There's a joke going around that, given Iceland's economy, it isn't really a volcano - they're just burning all the banks. Which led my thoughts to other of my ancestors, some of whom were vikings. What would they do in a down economy?
This was written from a college student's perspective. Now I have a little more life experience, I wonder if they have remotes for kids, people at work, telemarketers, etc.
I've taken the Cub Scouts on a lot of service projects. A lot of folks are happy to see us come; almost everyone is happy to see us go.
One of my sons is working on his Eagle project, so naturally the dinnertime conversation got around to whether Vulcans have a scouting program, which led to this. 
This is an old one I did way back in high school, I believe it was after a seminary lesson about the gift of tongues. I showed it to one of my friends, who asked me, "What does that mean?" I was a little taken aback because she been in the same classroom and had the same lesson with me. So I said, "Remember the lesson we just had about the gift of tongues?" She replied, "Oh! That's it! You totally misspelled the word 'tongue'!"
One more thing from the French trip. It was a great adventure, but if there was one complaint, is was that they fed us "American" food. Granted, the tour company doesn't want to spend a lot of money on meals. And the tours are designed for mostly middle school and high school-aged kids. But still... Good thing they sold crepes and baguettes on the streets!
On Tax Day Eve, I thought it would be good to be reminded exactly why we pay taxes. We do it to help improve and safeguard our communities...and so politicians can take credit for the projects and thereby remain employed!
I liked this idea until I sketched it out, and I started to wonder what would be in the bathtub that would remind the kid of Mt. Ararat. The sketchbook stops here.
There must be something in the air. Arie over at Mormon Cartoonist had another over-the-pulpit joke this week as well.
I saw firsthand that most of the stereotypes about the French are not true. We encountered no mimes, I didn't hear a single accordion, and most of the people were very friendly. The one thing that seemed to be true, though, was the preponderance of baguettes. They were everywhere. I also noticed that most young women had a certain dress standard: nicely coiffed hair, tight pants, boots, a jacket, a bag or purse, a scarf around the neck, and a baguette. So, I thought, the baguette isn't really for food - it's a fashion statement!
Why would sharks have a pet dogfish? Why would they even think of feeding him chicken bones?
I love it when Easter and General Conference land on the same day. It's like one reinforces the other. And remember the message of Easter: He Lives!
Once again it's time for General Conference! 
Our dog just goes nuts every time the missionaries come over; like a kangaroo he bounces up and down and up and down trying to get their attention! One time they stopped by and he dashed out the front door and tried to jump in their car - through the front window - to go with them (which, of course, they totally encouraged).
I thought this would make a good transition as we leave behind the cards and return to our regular programming.
