Last night we picked up Tim from the airport. He’s been gone the last two years on an LDS church mission to Ireland. He looked and sounded good. We know he will always cherish the time away and lessons learned while in Ireland. But we’re glad he’s now home. He’ll be around for all of one week, then he’s off to Utah State to finish school.
We’ve had a very uneventful summer consisting mainly of yard work and a few family parties. Which, to be honest has been rather relaxing. Yesterday, we did one very traditional Utah activity and went to Lagoon, with Dustin’s work. We haven’t stepped foot into Lagoon, for probably 5 years. But all in all it was nice. We realized how boring it is to not have kids, we lasted only 2 hours and went on one ride. But for us, it was good. We enjoyed a nice summer afternoon with a churro, a coke and a funnel cake. Later enjoying working those calories off at the gym.

A couple of years ago we had the most pleasant surprise as homeowners: our cherry tree was the proud home for a robins’ nest. Every day we’d make a point of checking the nest and the status of the eggs; it was so much fun.
I was determined this year to repeat that so we went down to the local bird store and got the needed accessories to outfit our tree. We got a good feeder complete with robin-specific food. I stare out the window to see if any robins were finding the treat I left them. I even went so far as to dig up worms (totally not my thing) to place with the food in the feeder. The guy at the bird store said that worms would up my chances of robins finding my feeder. Alas, no nest. However, I think now the word has gotten out because we do have frequent visitors, which is nice, just no robins yet. As for a nest, we’ll just keep trying.

We spent an awesome night with Megan as she performed as the newest member of the Syracuse High School dance team. WAY TO GO MEG!
We want to give a special shout out to “Uncle Paul” (a.k.a my Dad) for his super sweet tickets to the Jazz game. Before I get to the game, you should know as term of endearment I’ve called my Dad “Uncle Paul” and my Mom “Aunt Vicky” for quite some time.
The game – totally awesome, row 2, center court seats, complete with VIP privileges before, after and during the game. It doesn’t get much better than this. Now having experienced the “crème de la crème” (or as I like to call it “Barber style”), Dustin says he will never never attend another Jazz game unless it is equal to or better than this.

We were recently invited to a private lunch with our favorite radio show DJs Kerry, Bill and Gina from X96 Radio From Hell. We had donated some cash to RFH’s annual Road Home fundraiser (The Road Home is a “private, non-profit social service agency that assists individuals and families experiencing homelessness in Salt Lake”) and were thrilled to join them at Z’Tejas for lunch as well. (We would have just donated the cash but we couldn’t turn down lunch with our favorite local celebrities.)
Dustin and I feel an obligation to donate of our time, talents and money to bettering the world around us. We feel so blessed and always want to do more.