Samuel graduated at the end of May sometime, all the days seem to be the same to me so I'm not exactly sure what day it was. Now he is on to TVCC to run track and cross-country and the college life. I find it fairly annoying to look at that picture now, as it looks like I have a girl/parrot attached to my shoulder.







When Samuel and my Dad were in Ontario, Oregon looking for a place for Samuel to live, they came across the apparent cousin the redneck in Rigby (see earlier post). I'm still not up to speed on how one would come to the conclusion that an 80's Pontiac stationwagon would look better and tougher placed on a monster truck chassy.

"Well honey, I'm going to take the kids to school."
"Okay, just take the Pontiac 6000 in case you run into some dirt ramps and broken down cars on the way. We want to make sure they get there safe!"





I went to a basketball tournament this past weekend in Boise, and I coached Rigby's JV team over the span of 3 days and seven games. I was fairly proud of the kids and their effort, but in our game against Borah, things were not going well. We couldn't stop them, we couldn't score, and the refs wouldn't give us a call. I calmly asked one of the officials why he didn't call a charge in our favor, and he played dumb and said he didn't know what I was talking about, to which I replied, "seriously?" And I left it at that.

We ended up being down 38-10 at the half, and thoroughly embarrassed. Rather than yelling at the kids, I told them I was disappointed and tried to pull out my best Hoosier's type speech and tried to build them up to get things going. Feeling pretty good about my half-time speech, I sat down as the ref walked up to me and said, "Great half coach, your kids played a great game and you coached a great half." Very sarcastically.

Now, I don't think I've ever been so mad that I was at a loss for words, but I was then. Now I wished I'd have asked him how a goat-raping self-righteous mentally handicapped reject such as himself got a job officiating a game he'd obviously never played or watched before in his life. Instead, I just told him that I was going to run him over in the parking lot. Weak, I know, but it was the best I could come up with my choice of vocabulary being limited by the example I was supposed to be to my team, and the fire coming out of my ears.

We made a nice little run and the kids played a better half, we still lost, but they felt good about their second half performance against a great Borah JV team. And seriously, if I see that ref ever again in my life, I won't say anything to him. I'll just break his nose.

On a happier note, here is the salamander that lives in my yard and scared the sprinkler guy that came to turn on the sprinklers for the year.


And Avery and Lexah are happy and well, so here's a couple of pics on how they ride in the car... Avery asleep in the back window, and Lexah being held in the car only by her leash: