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What’s On Bin Laden’s Hard Drive?


Sunday night, Nathan and I turned on the TV to watch Celebrity Apprentice. But we were surprised instead to see that there was breaking news and in a few minutes, President Obama would announce the death of Osama bin Laden.

Seems to me like Obama wanted to show Trump who’s boss and make the announcement at the same time as his show. Take that Trump.

Anyway, regardless of political affiliation, it was exciting news and sure took long enough.

Today, I read that they confiscated technology from the compound, too, and were going through all of the information. So what do you think was on bin Laden’s hard drive? Maybe he had some games installed to pass the time like Solitaire or Texas Hold ‘Em. Maybe he liked to spend his time on photoshop, editing images to show pictures of himself traveling the world instead of hiding out. I dunno. He didn’t have internet so he couldn’t waste time on Facebook.

That’s all I have to say on that point.

Most of our weekend was spent enjoying our busy schedules. On Friday night, we had some free food at a ward dinner. Nathan did a good job of getting an awkward table talking about how people met their spouses. The first counselor in our ward went over to his now wife’s apartment to ask her roommate out, but she wasn’t there. So he ended up asking out some other girl and eventually married her.

We were the only blind date at the table.

Saturday, we woke up to snow and all I could think was how excited I was to play soccer in that. Luckily, it warmed up enough to melt the inch that fell and we played in some patchy sun that afternoon. Dad came up with a plan for our corner kicks in that game that worked out, in a very roundabout way. Lindsey’s goal was to stand in front of the goalie so she couldn’t see the kick very well. Maren would take the kick and drop it in around the six yard line. My goal was to come running in and head it into the back of the net. So in the second half, Maren went over to the corner once we’d earned a corner kick and was all ready to execute the plan, but then, just a second after she’d kicked it, the ref blew his whistle and went running in by the goal where Lindsey was sprawled out on the ground.

Apparently, the goalie didn’t like Lindsey so she plowed into her from behind.

This led to a penalty kick in the box. Linds didn’t want to take it so I was picked, stepped up and scored.

So you see? In a roundabout way, it worked. Poor Lindsey, though.

After soccer, and after getting cleaned up of course, we went to Jennie and Jarv’s to help out with Claire’s friend birthday party. Let me tell you, helping little 8 year olds paint pillowcases at the kitchen table is a messy task. Somehow, I avoided getting any paint on my clothes, but no so for the little girls.

Sunday, all of the family got together for some dinner at Mick’s and then went to Claire’s baptism. It was great to hear her play the piano for a musical number while we were waiting in the chapel for our turn to go to the font (there were five children total so we went in groups). And then the best was seeing her so happy during the entire service. Yay Claire!

So we had a fabulous weekend spending time together, getting some exercise (also went together and lifted weights on Friday night), and seeing some of our family.

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Looked Out The Window And… It’s Still Winter


The Elkins Fam* was taking a nap Sunday afternoon while DVR’d episodes of Mom playing for Music and the Spoken Word repeated on the TV. Seemed tranquil right? Curled up together on the couch with a soft blanket and Pogi would occasionally check on us, or on the blanket**.

Do you know what you dream about when things are all happy and tranquil like that?

Wearing shorts.

It wasn’t a deep sleep for me and when I woke up from that dream, realizing that winter wasn’t planning on going anywhere for a few more months, I was bummed. But it was warm inside, and extra warm on the couch, so I closed my eyes and drifted off again.

Does it ever feel like, to you, that each year winter takes a little bit longer to finally end? Last year, I had plans to actually go snowboarding for the first time ever in an attempt to enjoy winter more. Never happened. Turns out, you can’t do that for free. I’d rather spend money on soccer.

Also last year, Maren, Laura and I made up a song or rap, or something of the sort, about how cruel January can be. And it was on January 1st that we did this. Already complaining, it seems. But, these are the things we do to cope so that we continue on, mostly upbeat. Can’t let the cold and lack of sunshine get you down for long, no? So on a positive note, here are some of the blissful things I did this weekend:

  • Watched hours of Lonesome Dove at Maren’s in-laws’. We all ate dinner together while we watched and Nathan fell asleep on the couch next to me so he kept me warm. Eventually, we also ate ice cream, somebody burped, and there were jokes about poking. A very cultural evening.
  • Slept in on Saturday. Ah.
  • Took 4 boxes of kitchen dishes and 3 bags of clothes and old towels to the DI in our ongoing quest to organize our lives in our small condo.
  • Got in the line at Smith’s with one of the fastest checkers in the west. Nice.
  • Watched some 9th grade basketball where I briefly thought I was in some sort of a movie plot because one of the boys playing in the last couple of minutes of the game was autistic and all of the boys on the court handed him the ball to let him take a shot. He airballed. So the refs gave the ball back to him and had him shoot again. He made it and then went bounding down the court, fists pumping, everybody cheering regardless of their team.
  • Went to the Jazz game to watch the Thunder teach them how to play basketball. Nathan and I spent much of the game laughing at the old man behind us who was cheering, nasally, the entire game by repeating the same phrases over and over: “come on Jazz,” “please make it,” “just win already,” and “just shoot it.” He wore a fluorescent orange jacket. Dad took a brief nap next to us.
  • Sunday morning church and I didn’t fall asleep once. I think I might finally be adjusting to the morning church time.
  • Sunday afternoon nap. Ah.
  • I made cookies and Nathan made delicious appetizers which we took to Jarv and Jennie’s for Sunday dinner.
  • Dinner consisted of the Super Bowl, commercials, sitting outside on the cold sidewalk waiting for little Kate to look up and finally smile at me, eating too much good food, Tess sitting on my lap to open some of her presents, Bennett hugging Great Grumma, and eventually going home to a warm bed.

Not bad for a cold winter weekend, right?


*A.K.A. me and my hot hubby.

**Pogi “loves” that blanket. And by love, I mean that he prefers to show the blanket who’s boss while kneading it and purring.

Top 10 Reasons I Loved 2010 Family Vacation*


  1. No sunburn. I have accepted the fact that I am white. Every time I fill out the Census (which I’ve done a whopping TWO times), I check Caucasian. White. When I spend many hours in the sun, there is a chance for sunburn. Last week, I spent many hours in the sun. I did not burn at all. Not even my nose. I sort of put sunscreen on. Sort of was good enough. High five.
  2. Wildlife. I held a wild bunny. There were baby robins in a nest above the porch at the cabin. Every night driving from the cabin to the condo, we passed deer and raccoons and foxes and squirrels. Some family members even saw an owl sitting in the middle of the highway. Wildlife is cool!
  3. Jarv weighs more than I do. And when we’re both riding on the “chariot” being pulled behind the boat, then hit a wake and jump into the air, then come down sideways, the next thing you know, you’re cartwheeling across the water, which is rather impressive for me. You should see me try and cartwheel on the ground. You might laugh.
  4. Swimming! I wore lots of different swimsuits this week. It’s more fun. And with the pool right there at the condo, and the boat just waiting for us in the slip at the dock at Jordanelle, there were plenty of opportunities to go swimming. The best.
  5. Warming the water. Everybody knows that when you have to pee when boating, you just jump in. Apparently, though, not every one of my nephews really liked that idea. So while some of us “warmed the water,” Owen and Bennett just held it. That meant they were peeing off of the dock at the very end. Annie took a picture. Best picture of the trip.
  6. Pedicures. It just feels good to have somebody pamper your feet and legs. Ahhhhhhhhhh.
  7. Not sleeping. That’s a typical vacation occurrence. But this year, with the little kids staying up at the cabin, I actually slept in some. That was quite nice. On the down side, adjusting back to the “real life” schedule this week will not be particularly pleasant. Sigh.
  8. Silly bandz. They’re the new cool thing, don’t you know? I really like that I have a giraffe and an emu silly band. Way cooler than my Mickey Mouse band. Thanks G for bringing these and sharing them with all of the kids—and with me!
  9. Taking lots of pictures. Because that’s the most fun thing to do when you get BACK from vacation: look at your pictures. Or post them on facebook. Especially the ones that show people’s bowling skills. Good. Looking.
  10. Kids. It’s just like Grumma said to my dad once. My nieces and nephews are too good looking. But they’re also a whole heck of a lot of fun, even when they’re getting fussy and arch their backs like crazy when I try to pick them up. That just means I have to pick them up by their ankles and say something goofy like “tick tock, you’re a clock.”

*Or first 10 reasons I could think of.

Optimal Photo Shoot Location: Near San Diego Freeway


Enter the caption contest now! It’s so exciting isn’t it? If you need the rules for this supposed-to-be-weekly contest, click here: Caption Contest Rules Shmules.


Last Contest’s Winner: Mom! Because she used triumvirate AND three-pronged-approach. Nifty. Mom sends some of the quirkiest text messages to me. They crack me up. Sometimes, I send them to my sister so she will laugh, too. It’s the best. (P.S. Kaakun, don’t quit posting captions, mmkay?)

The Gainer that Never Was


I tried.

I really did.

I tried as best as I could, but you know how there is that phrase about teaching an old dog new tricks?

First, let’s clarify: I don’t consider myself an old dog.

I just think that perhaps I would have been a bit more fearless when I was younger.

But I tried really hard to learn a new trick on Saturday.

I tried to learn how to do a gainer.

It all started at the second annual Campbell-DeLaMare swimming party at the DeLaMare mansion. They wouldn’t call it a mansion. They just call it home, but I never had my own bathroom connected to my bedroom and a walk-in closet growing up. I never had a swimming pool in the backyard with a diving board and slide. I never had an upstairs and downstairs kitchen. I never had an indoor swimming pool either. I did, however, have a pool table and a ping pong table.*

We became friends with the DeLaMares when they moved in to the average-size house next door over a decade ago. Before long, Maren and I were babysitting their youngest kids, Mom was scheduling her daily walks with their mom, Lisa, and we built a new fence with a door in it so we could easily walk from one backyard to the other. It was neighborhood bliss. And then the DeLaMares decided to upgrade. They moved to a bigger home and left our little neighborhood behind. But don’t worry; we stayed friends.

Isn’t it great that even though they live in their fancy new home they still want to see the Campbells? And they want to see ALL of us? GOOD friends.

This last Saturday afternoon was the swimming party.

Maren, Thane, Laina, Hobbes and I drove up together. Before long, we were all outside swimming and the diving board was just asking for my brothers to fling themselves off of it. I hesitated.

But they made it look so easy to do a gainer: Jarv, Mick and Thane.

“You just arch your back,” Thane instructed me.

Mick said something about jumping higher.

Jarv said something about tucking.

I tried the first time and landed on my head. Not too bad. I was more than halfway around.

I tried again. Back flop. Lost my courage.

Try again.

Went in shins first.

Try again.

Head first.

Try again, jump higher.

Back flop.

I’m done.

So much for learning how to do a gainer.

Guess the remainder of the lessons will have to wait for the Campbell-DeLaMare swimming party next year. I’ll let you know how that goes.


*You’d think because of this I would be a decent pool player or have some amount of ping pong skills. Your thoughts would be wrong, though. I can, however, play both sports better than I can bowl.