Friday, May 30, 2008

Lakers - Celtics

So, considering the Lakers are basically part of our family, or at least Kobe seems to have been adopted in, I thought I would make a celebratory post for their finals berth. They are a lot of fun to watch and I'm glad I got to skip the bad / rebuilding years while on the mission. I remember going to the Lakers championship game against the Pacers in 2000 with Sean and Dad. Afterwords it was pure mayhem and destruction. I look forward to the same this year!
Note: This post was also meant to rub our victory in the faces of jazz/ san antonio fans.

Saturday, May 24, 2008

Sad News

JetBlue killed their flight to Burbank from Salt Lake City. Horrible news. We were planning on using this flight every time. We didn't even fly on it once.

JetBlue cancels two routes out of Salt Lake City

Sean's Eagle Project

This is the only remainder of Sean's eagle project. Ten years ago. There were four other signs; they burned in the fire 3 or 4 years ago. Note this sign -- burned at the bottom.

Friday, May 23, 2008

Monday, May 19, 2008

Gavin and Gabriel Hansen: Child Stars!

I thought it would be nice to put up some news here about Chris and Janis's little boys Gavin and Gabriel. My source? The News!

First, here's a story from the Deseret News.

Here's an audio slideshow from that story with lots of pics, and a link the a big news story that aired on TV there; you need to download it for now, no streaming (right click the link and choose "save as"). For the Crockett's @ home, check the shared videos folder; I've already got it downloaded there.

Also, a more recent news story about them by the Daily Herald. There's also a video for that one as well.

Lastly, their Flickr account for more pics.

Saturday, May 17, 2008

Dance Party

Apparently this is a recurring event while dad is at work. Tucker fondly calls it "dance party." As you can see, he's in his own little world when he starts moving to the beat. This could be trouble in eleven years when he starts going to youth dances.

MC Hammer, Lindz?

my night with Cadence

Alright, so as we speak I am babysitting Cadence at the Bingham's home while Carly and Casey are at some primary dinner. (haven't they been out of primary for like 15 years?) Cadence has been a bit fussy. I think it is because it is SO DANG HOT today. Even at 8:30 at night, it is boiling. Anywho, so Cadence was walking over to the kitchen area while I was in the TV area and BAM, she ran right into the wall because she was looking back at me. She then proceeded to look at me to figure out how she should react and I couldn't help but laugh. So Cadence obviously started crying and wanted me to put a "ban-yay" on her head even thought she was PERFECTLY fine. And then, about half an hour ago she was saying that her tummy hurt very bad so I immediately thought she was going to throw up, but no. Something even better happened! She pooped. A LOT. She was even considerate enough to notify me that she was and that she smelled. Nonetheless, I always love babysitting Cadence because it allows me to have some one-on-one bonding time with her and all the little events contribute to a very fun Saturday night. So I just thought I'd share this with you all! Now I've got to go eat all of Carly's cookies she made.

Friday, May 16, 2008

Little Maya

Just a little video for those of you who have yet to meet her. Enjoy.

Thursday, May 15, 2008

Wednesday, May 14, 2008

Sunday, May 11, 2008


In honor of our wonderful Mom.

Happy Mother's Day!!!!

Happy Mother's Day Mom! Sorry, this was the only picture with you we had on our computer. Although I'm sure it's hard to to figure out where the mother is in this picture.

Anyway I'm so grateful for you and all that you do. I hope your day is wonderful. You deserve the best. Thanks for always being there for us and for being such a wonderful example. I love you!

Happy Mom's Day from Dad

Malibu Creek Run

Friday, May 9, 2008

Wednesday, May 7, 2008

Cover Boy!

So it looks like I've been one-upped by Nate in my claim to fame as wearing a flannel shirt in the New Era. He's managed to snag the cover! And on our front porch, no less.

What a strapping young priesthood holder he is! Way to go Nate. Don't forget about all of us when you become rich and famous. Do you think I could get you to autograph my copy?

Sunday, May 4, 2008

Owen is 10 years old!

We love our big boy Owen. Bigger than any of the other Crockett boys his age, some day he's going to take us all down!!!

Typical 10-year-old birthday party.

Saturday, May 3, 2008

Congratulations to Whitney

Congrats to Whitney for graduating this past Friday from the University of Utah cum laude (with honors...about a 3.9 GPA). She received a degree in History and her dad handed her the diploma. He teaches in a different college (college of behavioral sciences) but received permission to give her the diploma. Whitney is a brilliant woman who's promising career was cut short when she married a man who demanded that she stay in the home. In reality, Whitney knows that she can do anything she chooses in life and I would support her 100%. She is much smarter than I am. Oftentimes I wished I could borrow her incredible memory for my exams. Congratulations on your degree, you are an amazing, talented, and intelligent woman.

Thursday, May 1, 2008

I.E., None

This is a short essay on humor.

Long ago in distant history a lonely, troll-like young man who just returned from his mission fell in love with one of the foxiest women in the El Paso Stake – a Townsend. As he got to know her better, he practiced all his best jokes on her. There wasn’t a lot of laughter or appreciation. He got out his joke book, and used all the sick and wacko jokes which made the troll-like young man famous amongst his friends. No response. In fact, she couldn’t tell a joke from a real story.

He worked really hard on his humor. He practiced timing in front of the mirror. He worked in improv and comedy clubs, and was invited back time and time again to tell his brand of rip-roaring, self-deprecating and sarcastic wit. Nothing on the home front, however.

Kids came along. He practiced his humor on them. They only half got it. The daughters, in particular, inherited the same sort of Germanic hard-headed practicality their mother had. It was like there was a genetic block of some sort or a DNA dam in the stream. He didn’t get it. Nor would he ever get it. But, he’ll keep trying.