PALMER FAMILY: Jazz game/New car

Tuesday, February 24, 2009

Jazz game/New car

Danny and I went up to the Jazz game this weekend, it was my first game ever. It was a good game, and they did a dedication for Larry H. Miller, they turned out all the lights and shined a spotlight on his empty seat, they also had a slide show, it was sad. At the end of the game they gave his wife the game ball. I wish i could have gotten some pictures.

While we were up in Salt Lake I traded in my car for a Nissan Armada. Our family did not fit in the old car, it fit 5 and we have 6 in our family. The kids were fine while they were little, but now they are getting huge and i could barely shut the doors when the whole family was in the car and I had to buckle 2 kids in one seat belt--not good. The new car fits 8 so it is perfect. I feel like I am driving a bus it feels so big.

5 comments:

Cambria, Ryan, Taeg, Tripp and Brigg said...: I love the car, Amanda! Sounds like the Jazz game was fun, i've never been to a Jazz game either. I bet the tribute to miller was really good. That woulda been cool to see.; February 24, 2009 at 9:20 AM
Tiffany P. said...: nice, i like it! it's so nice to have room. Those are pretty big, but it's nice your whole family will be able to fit comfortably.; February 24, 2009 at 9:47 AM
scoot and sara said...: That would have been a good game to go to. I heard it was pretty cool how they did that tribute. Now that you guys got that big new car you might as well load up and come to Vegas!; February 24, 2009 at 4:42 PM
flanneryhouse said...: So why not a mini van? They can be cool - JK - love the car.; February 25, 2009 at 1:03 PM
Eaglehavenwest said...: Just blog hoppin and came across the cute pictures of your kids in your posts. Fun way to get to know your family!; February 26, 2009 at 8:57 AM

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Here is a poem that was sent to me from a friend at work. It really makes you stop and think about what is important in life.

FAMILY
I ran into a stranger as he passed by, "Oh excuse me please" was my reply.He said, "Please excuse me too; I wasn't watching for you."We were very polite, this stranger and I. We went on our way and we said goodbye.But at home a different story is told, How we treat our loved ones, young and old. Later that day, cooking the evening meal, My son stood beside me very still. When I turned, I nearly knocked him down. "Move out of the way," I said with a frown. He walked away, his little heart broken. I didn't realize how harshly I'd spoken.While I lay awake in bed, God's still small voice came to me and said, " While dealing with a stranger, common courtesy you use, but the family you love, you seem to abuse. Go and look on the kitchen floor, You'll find some flowers there by the door. Those are the flowers he brought for you. He picked them himself: pink, yellow and blue. He stood very quietly not to spoil the surprise, you never saw the tears that filled his little eyes."By this time, I felt very small, And now my tears began to fall. I quietly went and knelt by his bed; "Wake up, little one, wake up," I said. "Are these the flowers you picked for me?" He smiled, "I found 'em, out by the tree. I picked 'em because they're pretty like you. I knew you'd like 'em, especially the blue." I said, "Son, I'm very sorry for the way I acted today; I shouldn't have yelled at you that way." He said, "Oh, Mom, that's okay. I love you anyway." I said, "Son, I love you too, and I do like the flowers, especially the blue."FAMILY Are you aware that if we died tomorrow, the company that we are working for could easily replace us in a matter of days. But the family we left behind will feel the loss for the rest of their lives. And come to think of it, we pour ourselves more into work than into our own family, an unwise investment indeed, don't you think?