Our Utah Jazz

Inspired by Tara's Chris Webber post, I've decided to jot down a few NBA memories.

Hopfully some will make you laugh-others will probably make you want to cry.

Tara's Jazz flag cape.

"Utah Jazz" painted down my legs.

"Karl, we've met before..."

Our binoculars.

Freddy.

Larry.

Devrie's bloody leg.

Thurl, Mark, Steve.

The posters.

Stockton to Malone.

At a time in our lives where our peers were experimenting in drugs, sex, and everything else, we were lucky to have the Utah Jazz to keep us from getting into trouble.

Motorcross Race

Ryan participated in his first motorcross race last weekend and he actually did a pretty good job! He's so hardcore.

So I'm a horrible blogger. I wrote my one and only post about 3 months ago-I apologize to all of you that have been left wondering about my life. I'm going to try to do better.

Recently, I was invited along on a Furr family vacation. Surprizingly, it was 10 times better than any Harris family vacation. (You know the Harris' can get pretty wild!) We traveled in a convoy up to Island Park, Idaho. That's right, we vacationed in Idaho. I had never snowmobiled, and everyone knows I'm not into trying new things, but I was forced onto a machine by myself, and I ended up having a really great time.