Saturday, May 23, 2009

A Day at the Range

I took Matthew, Makenzie and Jacob to the gun range today. I remembered to take the camera with us, but I forgot to take any pictures. I guess you'll just have to visualize us in the "Rambo" pose of your choice. Next time we'll have to take the official family photographer with us.

A couple of bumper stickers for the day.

I saw this one a couple of days ago on the freeway.

Sunday, May 17, 2009

Know Your Roots

While standing in the hall at church today with one of the other young men leaders, suddenly a young boy "popped out" from a behind a placard stand. The other leader asked, "well, where did you come from?" The young boy promptly responded, "I'm from the Bancroft family." Not the answer we were expecting, but you're never too young to know your roots.

Wednesday, May 13, 2009

So you want to date my daughter?

So you think you want to date my daughter? All you have to do is make it through the obstacle course. The obstacle course is simply making it up the sidewalk from the curb to the front door, but beware of the following:
  • Cujo, the hungry rottweiler staked out in the front yard
  • Shotgun pellets falling from the sky
  • One to three males swinging baseball bats at your kneecaps
  • Hot Rod, the drug sniffing dog (trained to signal he has a scent by biting the crotch area)

If you have enough skill and perseverance to actually make it to the front door, ring the door bell and request an interview. Here is a sampling of the questions you might expect:

  • Is your GPA 4.0 or better?
  • Do you have a job now and what are your career plans?
  • Do you have a car?
  • Have you gone through puberty?
  • Do you know how a male cow becomes a steer?
  • Spell and define castration?
  • What do you think of my dull, rusty knife?
  • Do you have ED?

Actually the questions don't matter, because there is absolutely no way you're ever going to pass the interview anyway. Good luck on your way back to the curb.

It seems unrelated, but recently I have had this strange urge to clean my guns and go to the shooting range.

Saturday, May 9, 2009

Mothers are Special People

Mothers are special people. I want to express my love and appreciation for the three most important women in my life.

Mom, thanks for bringing me into the world, providing me the guidance I needed in my life and for being my "Mom". I remember on my mission other Elders would refer to some of the senior missionaries or older members as "mom" (or dad). I could never do that, because I only have one "Mom" (and Dad) and that title is special to me.

Thank you Betty for bringing Marti into the world so that I can share this life (and eternity) with her!

And happy Mother's Day Marti! I am a better person because of you, and you are the reason our children have such a bright future!

This just seemed like yesterday.

Thank you for marrying me!!! You are indeed the one for me!

I love you lots and lots,