It's all about the BUSINESS in the front, PARTY in the back!

Professional moms, hairstylist, fashion divas and anyone else who cares to have an opinion...I need your HELP!!!!!! Remember back in the day when this hair style was cool? It was the days of Billy Ray and his famous "Achy, Breaky". To be honest his hair was the only thing that was achy to me. I was never a big fan of the mullet look, but yet endured the style patiently.


This is my cute little Kenzie girl dressed in her Halloween costume in October. As you can see her hair was non-existent which was great for me. But now that her hair is growing in, this is what I'm finding...

Business in the front!



Party in the back!

The dreaded baby MULLET!!!!

I'm sure we have all looked at past pictures of ourselves and have thought..."Why didn't anyone tell me I looked like that" or "What was my mom thinking...Why would she cut my hair like that!" Readers of our blog, NOW is your chance to save my cute, innocent girl from such comments as these!

Your advice would be greatly appreciated...Do I cut it or let it grow out?

Family Christmas pics

We finally took some family photos this year, here is a small sample of what we got. You can check out our photographers web site at... www.eheizerphotography.com

Video Footage of My Speeding Ticket

In the discovery process the California Highway Patrol was forced to turn over the following footage of my speeding ticket. Enjoy, Dan.



...Don't let my husbands sarcasm fool you, we really do love our cop friends and all they do to keep us safe! Janay

"I find that hard to beleive officer."

This is Dan. I had to start that way because people have complained that they don't know who is writing on our blog. Rule of thumb, cute pictures and their descriptions mean Janay, sarcastic critiques of the society we live in means Dan.

Anyway, as you all know Janay is pregnant with number two. As most of you all know, when Janay is pregnant she really puts everything she's got into making the perfect child. Some women just sit around with a "bun in the oven", waiting until the bun has been cooked and they take it out of the oven. Not my wife. She is more like a blender that is combining DNA and it is spilling all over the place. It is not pretty what she has to go through. Morning sickness is for sissies, my wife has morning, after morning, a little before noon, a little after noon, afternoon, the time before evening starts, evening, post evening, pre-midnight, middle of the night, dawn, and once again, morning sickness. From her pre-pregnancy weight she has lost almost 20 pounds. When she looks for pregancy clothes my wife doesn't go to "Motherhood" or "Mimi Maternity" she heads for the for the petite section at macy's because all of her clothes are falling off. It breaks my heart to see the ribs in her back as she withers away to make another baby for our family. Thanks to all for the help you have given.

We went out to the east coast in September for my nephews baptism, nieces birthday, and the other nieces blessing. Janay was miserable and almost didn't make the trip, but my sisters convinced her to make the trip so they could help take care of her, rather than Janay helping take care of Afton and her family as was planned. For the two weeks that Janay was there she only left the house to go to church. Because Janay was so sick I took Mackenzie home with me for the week. I have to give a shout out to all the families that helped watch Mackenzie while I was at work: The Barnum's, Kimball's, Anderson's, Lewis', Bouck's, and Newcomer's.

Needless to say I was ready for Janay to come home so I could stop passing Mackenzie from house to house like some kind of unwanted puppy. Mackenzie and I headed to the airport to pick-up Janay. I pull up to the curb and can see Janay getting her bag at the luggage carousel. I got out of the car and opened up the trunk to put her bag in. To my dismay a flashlight carrying, airport security worker, way past his prime, told me to drive around again.

Me: "Dude! My wife is right there coming out as we speak."

Old Man: "Drive around!"

Me: "Are you serious?"

Old Man: "Drive around!"

I jump in the car and drive around the airport. As many of you know, the speed limit at the airport goes from 35 to 25 to 10 in approximately 17 feet. I pulled up to the curb where Janay was of course standing there like she was about to projectile vomit. I jumped out of the car to once again open the trunk and instead was screamed at by a California Highway Patrolman, "Get back in your car!!" Ponch came up to my window and we had the following conversation:

Ponch: "Do you have any idea what the speed limit is back there?"

Me: "That depends on where you are talking about."

Ponch: "Right back there."

Me: "If you are meaning before getting to the pick-up zone it is 25."

Ponch: "Do you have any idea how fast you were going?"

Me: (Realizing this is the oldest trick in the book that the CHP uses so that you will convict yourself of speeding with your own statement, I responded accordingly) "No officer."

Ponch: "I had you going 45."

Me: "I find that hard to beleive officer. How exactly did you come to that conclusion? Were you using radar?" (Obviously he didn't know he was dealing with one of the top speeding ticket litigators in Sacramento)

Ponch: "I was following one hundred yards behind you going 45 and you were pulling away."

Me: "I really find that hard to beleive, there is no way I was going that fast."

He then went back to his cruiser and had a nice conversation with the washed up flashlight security officer that told me to drive around, and wrote me a ticket. He brought back the ticket and I asked him if he was going to enjoy spending his Halloween in court with me as much as I was with him. He told me that the date will likely change when they mail me a notice.

I took my ticket and told him politely: "I will see you in court officer."

The notice came and my date wasn't changed, so I pull out one of my own tricks and go down to the court a day or two before the hearing and request a continuance. My date was moved all the way to January. First rule of legal defense work: delay, delay, delay. When I finally meet the officer in court, if he decides to show up, he won't be able to recall the situation of issuing the ticket when I cross examine.

I seem to have a magnet for attracting law enforcement to my vehicle. It may be the McGeorge plate frame, it may be the sweet tinted windows, I don't know. But I do know that law enforcement is not infallible, and need to be kept in check when they pull numbers out of thin air. Was I going faster than 25, maybe. Was I going 45, I really doubt that, and it is my right to bring into doubt the accusation that I was going that fast. Bring it Ponch!!

Thank goodness for toilets!

Let the truth be known...my life has been put aside, you may not see or hear too much of me in the next few months. I'm pregnant with our 2nd baby. For those of you who were around for my 1st pregnancy, you remember how sick I was. Well, nothing has changed this time around. I've set up camp in my bathroom, the toilet and I have become good friends unfortunately the toilet knows more about me than I would like. Mackenzie has been a real trooper, she is learning to become her own women, much to my dismay. And poor Dan has been wonderful, he works all day, goes to school all night, then comes home and takes care of all the household duties that need to be attended to.

Though pregnancy gets the best of me, we are still excited for #2 we can't wait to meet our little one in the end of April / beginning of May.

Olympics 8/8/2008

I generally don't get too personal with my feelings on my blog since everyone in the world can access it, but I felt inclined to do so today.

For anyone who missed Sunday's 8/10/08 Men's 4 x 200m Freestyle Relay it was a MUST SEE!!! The race was incredible, I can't imagine how those 4 men must have felt after that race. I felt chills watching it, and it may be silly to say, but I almost wanted to cry. I felt great patriotism watching the US win such an amazing race!

I think I felt so connected to it because I grew up swimming and know how hard it is to make a come back like that. After the race, I began to reflect on my past as a swimmer and all the wonderful experiences I had. I learned a lot from being on a swim team, though swimming is generally an individual event, I learned a lot about team work, making the most out of your triumphs and defeats, I developed a lot of confidence, and surprisingly a strong testimony on the Word of Wisdom (those of you unfamiliar with the Word of Wisdom, it is a health code that Latter Saints live by...it includes abstaining from coffee, tea, tobacco, drugs, alcohol, and includes eating a healthy diet). I watched many excellent athletes fall into the party scene in high school and lose their ability to become great athletes.

As I look back, I feel gratitude for my swimming ability that I've been blessed with, for great coach's that spent endless hours working with me, for all the great friendships I developed, and for all the wonderful things I learned...Though I may not have very many outward talents or should I say hobbies (which I often complain about..ie scrapbooking, decorating, cooking, etc...) I am grateful for my one talent in swimming.

"Oh Canada..." Anyone else know the rest of their national anthem?

For our summer vacation this year we went on the first annual Hunt/Gainor Family vacation. Our destination was the land of the great white north, hockey, the looney, the phrase "eh", and the word BEG..."would you like a beg for that, no I won't beg, I'll pay for my item, but a BAG would be nice" Dan's most embarassing, yet favorite line to say! If you haven't guessed by the title, then yes, we went to Canada. It was a wonderful trip and one of the most beautiful places that we've been to. Not to mention the incrediable home of Jonathan's parents, filled with fresh air, flowers, good conversation, the softest linens in the world and AWESOME food and baked goods...Thanks Gainor parents! Here we are on the ferry ride from Washington to Vancouver Island. We even got to see some killer whales off in the distance.

We spent our first night in Seattle. For those of you raised by wolves in a cave, that is the Spaceneedle behind us. The view at the top was amazing.
We were glad we brought the duct tape to tie up our kids in case they got out of hand, but who would have guessed it would have come in so handy to complete the back seat entertainment center.
A tender moment before getting on the ferry to Canada.

Barbs Place Fish n' Chips in Victoria Harbor. We almost walked around the whole island to find this place. But it was well worth the walk. It was a very popular place, we had to turn away three sets of grannies that wanted to sit at our table.
The Empress Hotel in Victoria. I don't think Jonathan knew he was in the picture. Because if he did know, he surely wouldn't be standing there with his hand on his hip like that. Very cute Jonathan.
Moments after leaving the Empress Hotel on our way to do some shopping, we were vicously attacked by some Canadians....birds that is. I was in front pushing Mackenzie, when all of a sudden I heard a splatter all around my feet, like someone had poured a bucket of mud off the top of the building. Then I heard a scream from behind me. The splatter was bird poo hitting the cement, what I didn't hear was all of the poo that hit Janay in the head, back, face, and Jonathan's back. This all happened in front of a corner cafe with everyone watching and laughing. A lady walked by and told Janay, "welcome to Canada." Melissa performed an emergency wash on Janay's head with a bottle of water and hand lotion. But the hand lotion was no match for the overwhelming stench of seagull excrement with a seafood diet.

On Friday we went deep sea fishing in the Pacific Ocean for Salmon and Halibut. For fear of losing our lunches we all wore sea sickness patches, and took a dramamine pill. This cocktail of seasickness medication, and waking at 4 in the morning made for a tiring day, but we all had a good time. We caught a couple of Red Snaper, and walked away with our lunches intact.
It may be July, but that memo didn't quite make it to Canada, it was COLD up there!!

On Saturday we went to the Buchart Gardens. Definitely the most beautiful gardens I have ever been to.
Kenzie smelling the flowers.
And what would a family vacation be without running out of clothes for your boy! We stopped at Taco Bell before all of our flights took off, but at Taco Bell, no shirt, no shoes, no service. Since Isaac's clothes were currently soaked, his sister was kind enough to lend him a sweater so he could enjoy a cheesy roll up inside.

Thanks Gainor family for doing all of the work to organize this vacation for us! We had a great time, and look forward to the 2nd Annual Hunt/Gainor Vacation!!

PS...don't forget your permanent resident card. Jonathan forget his card and was held up at US immigration, he barely made it on the ferry back to Washington. He sprinted to get to the boat and within seconds from leaping from the dock to the boat, the boat pulled away. It was a close call.