Well, Julie found the key to my heart. The Jazz. She totally surprised me for Christmas and got me and her tickets to see the Jazz and the Suns play. It doesn't get much better than that. She was so thoughtful, even thoughtful enough to talk with Dad and some of my friends to find out which game I would like the best. How sweet she is. On top of that, the Jazz walloped the Suns and there was a sweet bald guy behind us in this picture that I just noticed.
Sitting by the fire after being out in a snowstorm. You gotta love that, and the fact that Julie is holding a camera for some reason.
You might be wondering what on earth I am doing here. This is my little celebration before putting all the papers into the shredder. We made over 6000 calls for Mitt from Provo last Monday. So when you get a pile of papers that big, your first impression (at least mine was) to throw them in the air...and the fact that I got a picture of it was even better. I don't know why this is underlined. Life is good in Utahr. The Jazz are back to their winning ways, I work about 65-70 hours a week and rake in the dough (I figure about $8 per hour), and it is almost Feb. 5. If you don't know what that means you'll have to call me. Love you all.