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Dear AT&T This is my phone This is my husband's phone We drove to Colorado on Saturday and had both phone with us.  My phone (Blackberry Storm) had service about 90% of the time on the drive from Sandy, Utah to Grand Junction, Colorado.  My husband's phone (IPhone) had service about 60% of the time.  Everyone knows that Verizon has better overall service than AT&T.  EVERYONE.  The millions of dollars you pay to have Luke Wilson try and tell us otherwise is wasted.  Big time wasted.  Not to worry though.  You do have exclusive rights to the IPhone.  That right there is all you need.  Millions of people will put up with your inferior service coverage just to have that phone.  The apps, the gadgets, the shine, the SPEED.  Oh, how I envy the speed.  AT&T is faster than Verizon, I will give you that.  Perhaps one day I will try the DROID, if I can get past the creepy commercials.  But I ...

I have had a couple of experiences lately that make me want to give a big SHOUT OUT to all the men and women who volunteer/or get paid very little to coach our little ones and our big ones in their sport of choice.   I know that whenever I sign my kid(s) up for their recreation soccer, or their super league baseball, or their high school basketball season, or whatever - I never check the box that says " would you like to help coach ."  Because I REALLY, REALLY don't want to help coach.  These men and women (and their families, don't forget them), give up A LOT to spend a lot of time with a lot of other people's children.  I am grateful for the "good" ones and the "bad" ones.  Barring something horrific (let's not go there), each coach, each assistant coach and each team experience can teach our children something valuable, if we let it, and if we help them see what they learned.   I am grateful to these people.  I am going to make...

Do you crawl on the floor using the small vacuum to vacuum your bedroom so you can vacuum easily around all the stuff you aren't going to move because that would be too much work? Sent from my Verizon Wireless BlackBerry

Are you so excited that someone actually picked up off the floor and threw away the empty toilet paper roll, then walked down the hallway to pick up the toilet paper spring holder thingy, returned to the bathroom and put toilet paper on it, and hung it "upside" down that you don't even bother to fix it and hang it "the right way" i.e. toilet paper rolls off the top?

Here's the "Spring" run-down. The Dad: Working hard everyday to provide for our family.  Doing a wonderful job of it.  He is as calm and steady as anybody I know.  He has a tremendous work ethic and is always faithful that the Lord will provide.  He teaches the Priests in YM (that includes C, as this is his last year at home)  Those YM love him.  He always gives them something to chew on. He has D4 playing baseball on an all boys team.  He is a great supporter of her, taking her to almost all of her practices, working with her extra and all the good things that come with the experience. He will travel with her to her tournaments, just has he has C for the past 10 years.  He is the official scorekeeper for Alta baseball and is C's biggest fan.  He is a good fan at that.  Supportive, but not overbearing. (I know, I have asked C)  He gives good advice and wants the best for C's baseball season, as this is his last high school seaso...

What's up with the funny positioning of my poem in the last post?  I can't get it left-side aligned. Weird -

I had no idea that this Johnny Cash song was a Shel Silverstein poem.  I love Johnny Cash.  We are fans at our house.    If you are as well, scroll down to here Johnny Cash serenade you.  "A Boy Named Sue." Shel Silverstein Well, my daddy left home when I was three, and he didn't leave much to Ma and me, just this old guitar and a bottle of booze. Now I don't blame him because he run and hid, but the meanest thing that he ever did was before he left he went and named me Sue. Well, he must have thought it was quite a joke, and it got lots of laughs from a lot of folks, it seems I had to fight my whole life through. Some gal would giggle and I'd get red and some guy would laugh and I'd bust his head, I tell you, life ain't easy for a boy named Sue. Well, I grew up quick and I grew up mean. My fist got hard and my wits got keen. Roamed from town to town to hide my shame, but I made me a vow to the moon and the stars, I'd search the honk...