And they're off...

The three in the front are the crew that will help DH sail over to the Bahammas.  They were going to leave tomorrow, but there is a storm brewing.  They are going to work their way down the east coast so they can tuck into a nice safe harbour should the need arise.

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My daughter went to Ohio for four days for a team building experience that her company offers.  She got in late last night so I don't know much more that "It was good".  I just wandered out for a minute to say "Hi." and she gave me this as my souvenir from Ohio.   Is this not the cutest thing? Do yo see his little hook hand?  It is hard to see but he has two little eyes under the hat.  Awesome.

Threes

When things come in threes you should take notice...but what does this mean?

First Seinfeld moment:
Jess took the day off to go to Scotty's funeral.  It was an all day affair.  In order to get paid for it she had to have a note signed by the funeral home.  It didn't take place at the funeral home, it was at a church and then at the graveyard.  The obituary wasn't sufficient.

It reminded me of George trying to get a discount on air fare and the lengths he went through to get a copy of the death certificate.  It of course did not work out for him, but it did for Jess.  I made a few calls and they were more than happy to help us.

Second Seinfeld moment:
Muffin Tops - not the kind I usually sport, actual muffin tops.  Someone makes them here and a co-worker brought some in.

There was a whole episode about how muffin tops are the best part of the muffin but what do you do with the stumps.  Can't give them to the homeless as they complain that someone stole their muffin top.  Can't take 'em to the land fill.... etc.

Third Seinfeld moment:
Do you remember the episode where Elaine neighbor had a dog that barked and barked and barked.  They plotted a way to get the dog and take him out to the country where it would be happy.  Of course the dog made its way home and it didn't end well for Elaine, Kramer or Newman.

Last night our little lordling would not go to sleep and would not stop barking.  I was already asleep when Stavo put him to bed so the barking infiltrated my dreams.  I thought that my youngest son had agreed to take care of a friends puppy and a horse and had brought them both home.  I wasn't upset by the horse but the constant barking dog had me less than pleased.  At some point Elaine actually showed up in my dreams.

So...what could three Seinfeld moments within four days mean?
I can't make any sense of it.  Your thoughts?

Who knows...

I walk Chester in the wee hours of the morning.  One of the strange things that I've noticed is a statue in one of the yards we pass.  It is a Grecian type statue and they have lights that shine upon it at night.

It casts three shadows.  One willow thin, one that looks like a woman holding a babe and one that looks like a hunched backed woman.  Maiden, Mother and Crone.  Interesting, but not the coolest part.

Sometimes the maiden and the crone go a wandering.  Their shadows are gone.  Seriously.  The lights that shine upon the statue have not burned out, but the shadows come and go.  The mother has always been there.  I think it only fair that the maiden or the crone should take the babe for a night and let the mother wander.  Just say'n.

Breakthrough

Over at The Feathered Nest, she is always finding great reads for little or no money.

Here is one that comes highly recomended and on Monday and Tuesday it is free.

Stephen Tremp is having a little Download party, so don't delay, get your copy today.

I leap

The last vestiges of all my old lives got burned away this week.

Everything that tied me to the past either fled or betrayed me.

I can’t say it was a bad thing – not now that the tears have dried on my cheeks, and I’ve worked my mind around it.

It was a sad and hurtful thing – connections lost.

But, in that, is also a freedom.

The vestiges of the past have burned away.

I do believe it is time to choose:

Leap or not 

I have teetered on the edge of this new world, the world I want—

not committing to  nor denying the old.

Tip toe on the edge of a blade – knowing to lean one way or the other would cut. 

I did all to hold myself in perfect balance.

But, sometimes the wind blows and balance is not as easy as one would hope for.

The gales come. They bluster and they blow. 

Focus as one might, the balance sways.

The purifying fires of reality flare. 

The door opens and is time to choose.

I leap.

In case you hadn't noticed...

I dropped out of Chocolate Boot Camp and Nano.  I am just going to take some me time.  At first I thought that it would be good to just keep moving forward, even though the chance of catching up was nigh on impossible.  I thought it would it keep me busy,  take my mind out of this universe and I could focus on my story universe.  Butt on ball, hands on keyboard worked to produce words, but not words I cared to keep.  My heart was elsewhere.  If it feels right I'll write, of course, but I'm not going to push myself.

Not a good month to be a Quayle

My niece Nicole Quayle (Daughter of Grant Quayle) died yesterday morning 6/13 of unknown causes.  She had a brain tumor a couple of years back, but I don't know if that had anything to do with her death.  They found her crumpled on the floor and she was not responsive to CPR.

Crazy month. 

Mitchell Scott Quayle

Okay - well ignoring it isn't making it less real...

My big brother... crossed over - well, I guess mormons don't cross, they pass? Something -- any way there is a joke about mormon's being stuck behind a big wall in heaven 'cause the believe they are the only ones there. 

So big brother... what say you?

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1955 ~ 2012
Mitchell (Scott) Quayle, loving father and devoted husband, passed away on the morning of June 5th as he succumbed to a rare and aggressive form of melanoma that took a mere month from diagnosis to run its course. He was born on October 24th, 1955 to Grant and Darl Quayle. He married Christine (Chrissy) McCombs, his high school sweetheart, and went on to father three children - Thomas, Sian and Missy. He was also fortunate to be blessed with three grandchildren - Karson, Chloee and Whitney.
Scott was truly the most self-sacrificing and devoted husband and father. He was just as dedicated in the service of the Lord. His integrity and commitment ran throughout his busy life. He was also our "Good Humor" man, and had a real funny bone in him. He was the true "Romeo" to his "Juliet". He and his wife were married and sealed in the Salt Lake Temple, able to enjoy 38 years of marriage in this life, with more to come in the eternities. He served faithfully in many callings, though his longest and most enjoyed was as a Ward Mission Leader. His full-time job was with L3 Communications, where he worked diligently for 30 years. Scott never viewed his work as a job, however, but as his second family - a family that honored him in the end with an amazing gift that spoke of the deep and abiding friendships that he forged with them. His family would also like to thank his local ward for all of the service and unconditional love and help given to him and Chrissy in all aspects. It made all the difference to the family, and gave peace and a ray of heaven to be comforted with in his final hours.
He made countless friends and loved, and was loved, by all. In life he loved spending time with his family camping, going on vacations and most of all cruises. Bon Voyage!
Services to celebrate his life for those of you that knew him and desire to do so will be as follows: Tuesday June 12 - Viewing 6pm-8pm @ 410 E. Shelley Lane Chapel, Grantsville, UT.
Wednesday June 13 - Viewing 10am at same location followed by his funeral at 11am - with a noon-ish luncheon for any family ties (current and past), close friends and those who helped with his medical support. (same location) Interment will be at Wasatch Lawn Memorial Park - 3401 Highland Dr. in Holladay at 3pm that same afternoon.
Online condolences will be gratefully welcomed at: www.premierfuneral.com

Published in Salt Lake Tribune on June 10, 2012

Lord Reginald

The kids gave themselves a joint anniversary present.

Unka Chester is curious about this thing that smells like a dog but is missing his nose and most of his tail.

Bob aka Protector of the Realm is certain that he is not pleased with this little Lordling.

Nana is VERY pleased with the new addition.

Stepped in that...

On the Chocolate Boot Camp boards I discovered that Camp Nanowrimo is June and August this year.

I thought:  Well, I'll go check it out and think about it.

I apparently signed up.  FREAK.  I've never not completed a Nano and I'm not about to start now.

Soooo for the next month, not only will I have daily word count, I'll have over all word count.  It's a good thing.  From Chocolate Boot Camp I've learned that it is not the number of words it is consistently writing every day.  The top writers in Chocolate Boot Camp consitently write.

In past Nano's I might skip a few days and then blow it out of the park with a 10,000 or more word day. So this Nano will be different, be consistent, make the word count (starting tomorrow... or maybe today. I was at work when I became an accidental participant.) 

I am a known Nano lover - but I have to say that I think I actually prefer the Chocolate Boot Camp to Nano.  I like feeling that I need to be accountable for daily word count, even if that word count is zero.  I fess up and tell myself not to do that again.  I do, but... {{shrugs}} (I'm a WIP)