College Crazyness

My Father and StepMother are both Attorneys.  Growing up with them, I was immersed in Legal jargin, Courtroom procedures, politics, and all the red tape that comes with it.  Naturally, I begin to be intrested in the Legal system and wanting to be a Lawyer myself.  As a young boy, I had even made business cards with my Dad's name crossed out and mine written in with a crayon.  When our teacher gave us an assignment to write a paper about our one of our favorite places, I did not write a paper on the beach, or the park like others did.  I wrote a paper titled,  The Courtroom in St. George (Utah). 

My fate seemed to fall in to place as I grew older.  In 8th grade, my class was learning about the legal system, freedom of speach and the bill of rights and we were doing a mock trial to illistrate the points.  The case was about a person who was burning the flag and I was assigned to be the defense attorney.  My teacher was very impressed with my presentation, and the kid who was assigned to be the judge even ruled in my favor.  High School confirmed it even more.  I was involved in Speach and Debate clubs all 4 years of High School and loved it.  My last two years of High School, I was in the Mock Trial club and won Best Attorney both years. 

I was called to serve in the Washington, DC Mission.  What can I say more about that?  I also had 2 mission presidents during my two years as one had ended his mission in my last year of my mission.  Both of them, had encouraged me to go into law and become a lawyer. 

Since I returned home in September of 2007, all my plans have gone haywire.  I had been planning on attending the University of Utah, the same place that my father had attended Law School at.  I immeadieatly got myself a job at Wal*Mart, thinking I could transfer to a location close by the U as soon as my best friend Ian (who was already attending the U) and i could board togather in a dorm.  I planned on attending after the holiday season rush was done and beginning the Spring semester.  I was then offered a job at Qwest phone company, who offered 100% tuition payment for all undergrad programs.  I jumped at the chance to work there!  While working there I felt confident enought with that job that I then proposed to my wife, and we planned on getting married in August.  However, in May I was let go from there because even though I had excellent customer service, I was not very talented in selling , unlike my grandmother who was the best Avon Saleswoman in Idaho.   In June, I started working at a industrial grade electrical supply warehouse as a temp job to go full time.  I left at 6 from home to get there by 8 and did not get home untill 7 or 8 so I had no time for College and most of the money was going straight to paying for the wedding.  We got married, but then sadly in the end of September I was laid off from that job, along with hundreds of others all around the US with that company.  Finally, in the begenning of November, I started working for the Megaplex theatres with my wife. 
After a while, I figured that we were starting to get on top of things enough and I enrolled in Salt Lake Community College, so that I could save on getting my General Ed's done.  All that worked in my secdual with my job was one English class.  It was was at 8am and some days, I drove to class and my wife would sleep in the car since she needed to be to work at 11 immeadieatly afterwards.  Even with this secedual though, I had missed out on half the classes. 

Halfway through the course, I got the suprise of my life.  It was right on Father's day when I was working at the theatre that I got a text from my wife telling me Happy Father's Day.  I thanked her and told her im not a father.  She sent me a picture of the positive pregnancy test and two words, "Hi Daddy".  I knew that I needed to step it up since things we were just barely getting by as is and had to take care of other things as well.  I enlisted in the United States Marine Corps and entered boot camp on December 7th, 2009, Pearl Harbor Day. 

Now, the latest update in October of 2010.......I am working the Mignight to 8 shift at the supply wharehouse and help my wife with our adorable twin baby girls, Abby and Anna.  They take up so much time and energy, I barely have time to go to the gym and PT and work on required training courses and my callings at church as a Cub scout bear leader and a hometeacher.  Today, the old familare feeling that I had when I first came home from my mission was evident with me as I was planning on going to this College Fair on base, and ended up sleeping right through it.  (Sigh)  Maby I will get in to College at the same time that my girls will

Yeahahaha!

Can't sleep

Im here in bed wide awake at 2133 (930 PM) and i go to work at 2345 (you figure it out). Im tired and well fed with my homemade BBQ wings, but yet the sandman has not yet arrived. I got up a few minuites ago to walk around and i beheld a wonderful sight. My baby girls, all curled up with their blankies and bears, were fast asleep. There are no better things in this world.
I am awed at the maricle of life and the beautiful start we all have as innocent, helpless children. I always joke with my wife about who their real father is, but seriously i cannot fathon that a person such as myself can produce such beautiful baby girls.
I love comics, but my father is my real hero. He raised me, and has so much love for me and my family, and always does his best to take care of us. Now its my turn and i feel very unworthy to hold that honerable title of Daddy

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Military Rules for Non-Military Personel

I decided to go easy for todays blog while I eat some German Pancakes for breakfast.  I found this on the internet while doing some research on some family stuff and just found it hilarious.  I'd give credit to whoever wrote this first, but I could not find it.  Hope you enjoy it

Military Rules for Non-Military Personnel
We know that the current state of affairs in our great Nation have many civilians up in arms politically and rightfully concerned about our troops. For those of you who can't join the military at this time, you can still lend a hand here at home. The following are a few of the areas where your assistance would be appreciated:
(1) The next time you see an adult talking, (or wearing a hat), during the playing of the National Anthem – - – kick their arse.
(2) When you witness, firsthand, someone burning the American Flag in protest – - – kick their arse.
(3) Regardless of the rank they held while they served, pay the highest amount of respect to all veterans. If you see anyone doing otherwise, quietly pull them aside and explain how these veterans fought for the very freedom they bask in every day. Enlighten them on the many sacrifices these veterans made to make this Nation great. Then hold them down while a disabled veteran kicks their arse.
(4) (GUYS) If you were never in the military, DO NOT pretend that you were. Wearing battle dress uniforms (BDUs), telling others that you used to be "Special Forces," and collecting GI Joe memorabilia, might have been okay when you were seven years old. Now, it will only make you look stupid and get your arse kicked.
(5) Next time you come across an Air Force member, do not ask them, "Do you fly a jet?" Not everyone in the Air Force is a pilot. Such ignorance deserves an arse-kicking, (children are exempt).
(6) If you witness someone calling the US Coast Guard 'non-military,' inform them of their mistake – - – and kick their arse.
(7) Next time Old Glory, (the US flag, for those lacking the knowledge), prances by during a parade, get on your feet and pay homage to her by placing your hand over your heart. Quietly thank the military member or veteran lucky enough to be carrying her. Of course, failure to do either of those could earn you a severe arse-kicking.
(8) Don't try to discuss politics with a military member or a veteran (although I delve into it quite often myself). We are ALL Americans, (well, hopefully most), and we all bleed the same, regardless of our party affiliation. Our Chain of Command is to include our Commander-In-Chief, (C in C). The President, (for those who didn't know), is our C in C regardless of political party. We have no inside track on what happens inside those big important buildings where all those representatives meet. All we know is that when those civilian representatives screw up the situation, they call upon the military to go straighten it out. If you keep asking the same stupid questions repeatedly, you should get your arse kicked.
(9) 'Your mama wears combat boots' never made sense to me, so stop saying it. If she did, she would most likely be a vet and therefore, could kick YOUR arse!!!
(10) Bin Laden, al Qaeda and the Taliban are not Communists, so stop saying, 'Let's go kill those Commies'. And stop asking returning soldiers where HE is !!! Crystal balls are not standard issue in the military. That reminds me – - – if you see anyone calling those psychic phone numbers, let me know, so I can go kick their arse.
(11) 'Flyboy' (Air Force), 'Jarhead' (Marines), 'Grunt' (Army), 'Squid' (Navy), 'Puddle Jumpers' (Coast Guard), etc., are terms of endearment we use describing each other. Unless you are a service member or vet, you have not earned the right to use them. That could get your arse kicked.
(12) Last, but not least, whether or not you become a member of the military, support our troops and their families. Every Thanksgiving and religious holiday that you enjoy with family and friends, please remember that there are literally thousands of sailors and troops far from home wishing they could be with their families. Thank God for our military and the sacrifices they make every day. Without them, our country would get its arse kicked.

Ooh Rah!
Sterling Blakely
Mormon Marine of Steel

Diaper weekend

Anyone with babies or who has had babies will tell you that the biggest things you will go through are formula and diapers.  Through the California and Utah WIC (Womens Infants and Children)  we are able to get free formula for the twins, but we still have to take care of the diapers.  These two babies eat like their daddy!  This leads to lots of diaper changes!  Usually we can get the best prices and amounts at Costco, which is nice because I can also go and get a hotdog at their food court or some other great bulk deals as well while I am there.  I often picture us in the future of having multiple multiples and having to have a forklift load a whole pallet of diapers into the back of our minivan. 

Well this weekend was the Miramar Air Show at my base.  Our babies sometimes are very sensitive to noise when they are sleeping, and we decided to go and have some fun off base so that the babies don't go crazy hearing the jets fly over and all of the loud noise.  This plan did not work  so well when my friend Bonus (more about him in later blogs) decided to come with us as he needed some stuff.  Bonus is not able to be quiet at all.  His "whisper" is louder than most Auctioneer's call.  He frequents our house in the same manor as Kramer on the classic Seinfeld TV show.  Usually when he comes by, one of the babies will look at him and start crying.  He will then bend down, and stare at the kid and tell my baby "Oh, come on, you're ok!"  The baby will immeadieatly stop, stare at the audacity of this man to tell her what to do, and then play with her toys calmly. 

We bought the case of diapers and as we got to the car I realized that I still had the stroller in the trunk, which takes up just about the entire trunk.  Bonus had went crazy since he had never been to a Costco and bought a ton of books and snacks.  The diapers were wrapped up in 3 "bricks" so I tore the box apart and and was able to put them down in the trunk brick by brick.  The Bricks are now set in stratigic places throught the house so as to best get them in the stinky time of need.

My mother  used cloth diapers on my siblings and I.  Before we had the twins, we attended a huge Utah baby show (These are almost as big as the bridal shows in Utah, which in comparison, are as big as a gun show in Texas).  I watched a demonstration on new modern cloth diapers as Brooke went through thousands of baby bows.  I was intrigued by all of the neat designs for them, but when we finally got to the point of how to clean them, I was imeadieatly turned away from it.  Bad enought when I have to wipe them down, but with these, you have to hand scrub them clean.  I don't want to get much into potty talk, but I don't like poo and have to get rid of it.  I love my baby girls dearly, but I will not scrub the poo out of their pink flowery diapers.  I will gladly buy as many bricks of diapers as possible to take care of them, recognizing fully of the imprent on garbage and the realization that there is probabyl a skyscraper built our of all the diapers from my house.