Lucky 13

BYU-UT State

The first half of this game was like some kind of uber-painful flashback--Heaps' junior-high-class performance had me wondering why Mendenhall doesn't just keep the defense in for the whole game--together with special teams they have outscored the offensive team by something like 3 to 1.

Joy returned to Happy Valley with the 4th quarter substitution of Riley Nelson (13), who in LESS than a quarters' time threw for 144 and RUSHED (yes, Heaps, that's when you run TOWARDS the line of scrimmage) for 62 yards. Oh, yah, and two TDs. SOOOoooooo. The celebration below ensued. Lets just say Facebook is rife with middle-aged women posting about their new love (sorry Edward), little Riley Nelson.

Twilight FANS GONE CRAZY!

Traveling from Seattle, WA to a tiny town called St. Helens, OR, I noticed a sign for Port Angeles. Not ashamed of my absurdly avid interested in the dramatized version of the fictional teen novel Twilight, I got excited. Miss my meeting and head to see the site of Bella's almost-abduction? Hmm...maybe...It was a close decision but fate was on my side, and after my meeting ended I was informed that most of the movie was actually filmed in the small town of...St. Helen's OR!! My friend/business partner Crystal and I headed over to check out Bella and Charlie's "house." Sure enough, it was there. See me here, showing what I would look like as a vampire? Sans the sunlight glimmer, of course.
I was just heading around the back of the house to see how far Jacob really had to jump to get to Bella's window when i encountered THIS:

Looks like I'm not the only middle-aged woman to forget that Twilight is all a machination of someone's subconscious (another middle-aged woman, in fact).

I was pulling out of the parking lot opposite the theatre from the movie while talking on my phone when a local law-enforcement officer pulled me over. Turns out its illegal to use your phone while driving (the wrong way out of a one-way drive) in Oregon. I explained that I was from out of town and had rented my car in WA. He was very understanding and didn't give me a ticket when I explained that I was just checking out the tourist sites with my middle-aged gal pals. He gave me a weird look. WHAT ALREADY?

Hobbit

I swear there is a hobbit sitting at this bar drinking. Seriously, he was like 3 feet tall. Super creepy. No, I was NOT drinking.

I know what is NOT in the air....

I got back from the market 20 minutes ago. Today is January 11. The high today was 25. This is DEFINITELY false advertising.

Now THAT'S Marketing!!

I always notice good marketing and branding when I see it. Likewise, I usually pick up on haphazard schemes to foist unwanted items on customers at ridiculous prices. The display below definitely falls into one of these categories. I saw it in a shop in Roswell, New Mexico. Its useful to note that there aren't any major golf courses in the area.


Because if THESE aliens (???) are golfing, then you might want to golf, too. Somewhere, at some point, and with these plain, white golfballs, packaged in ziplocs.

The Coming Human Aliens Part II: The Message

While we were in Roswell last month, Mike spent some time listening to the presentation of a guy named Don Ray Walton, a self-proclaimed alien/human hybrid who had hooked himself up to a car battery and kept not shocking himself to prove that he is half alien. I have transposed (word for word including random punctuation, capitalization and mispellings) the intro to his second book at the end of this post.

I also found his bio on the Galde Press ("Quality Books that Make a Difference") website:

Don Ray Walton was born in Idaho Falls, Idaho. He was home-schooled until he was 16 because weird things always happened when he was around other children. In 1954, his mother was abducted by aliens and impregnated. Don was born the following year. When he was a child, strange visitors would take him onto spacecraft to examine him and teach him to understand what was happening to him as he grew older. At the age of ten, he learned how to use electricity to jam the aliens’ tracking implants in his head.

By Don Ray Walton

Please Note

That this book you are about to read will not be revealed as fact or fiction in order for those that read it to determine The real truth by the gift of their own free will. Our main goal is to let you the audience make the decision and decide weather or not you choose to accept the knowledge by your reasoning alone. Hint? Some names in this story may be factious in order to protect their true identities.

By the power of reason you can determine the truth of the matter by the matter in question. The answer is the truth of the truth behind the question? The question here is what is the Truth? To exist is to have purpose. To be of purpose you must have a reason for your existence in the first place.

Magical, Magical Camera.

Mike's new video camera was delivered today! Very exciting. He immediately started to read the manual. Several pages in, he pointed out the passage below under "Pre-recording Function":

The biggest question we have is:

HOW DOES THE CAMERA KNOW WHEN WE ARE GOING TO PUSH THE RECORD BUTTON?

Its a real Christmas Miracle!!