I am not sure how to post these pictures but I can figure that out later.
My parents came to town this weekend from Friday until Tuesday. We had an awesome time.
They stayed in Scottsdale at the Marriot because my Mom worked her majic and found a screaming deal there. We went there once and went swimming and Tyler got his swimming trunks on.
On Saturday we made sandwiches and they came and visited us at our house. Dad helped me be a better Mr. Fix It but unclogging our sink. We then and ate at Cheesecake factory and hung out the mall.
On Sunday we had Tyler's blessing and my Dad, Bishop Allred, Brent Stanley, Jason Davenport and John Parise. I was kind of nervious but I think it went well. We then had my mom and dad, Dustin and Luelaa Portman, Dan and Teresa Payne, Brian Madsen, Jason Davenport and the Stanleys over to the house. Tyler was good the whole time during church so that was nice. I was nervious he was going to cry during it. Lindsay made her world famous chicken wings and drumsticks for dinner with mom and dad. We hung out at our house after that and played 90's trivial pursuit and Dad and Lindsay beat Mom and I. We had a good time and I think we should play board games more often.
On Monday my Dad and I played golf at Lone Tree and we both stunk. We ended with both of us shooting 85. The first 5 holes the mesquitoes were out of control. I must have been bitten 50 times and called the pro shop and chewed them out for not warning us because I wanted to buy some bug spray. The guy acted like it was the first time they ever had that problem and said they didn't have any spray.
On Tuesday we were ready for the bugs and we got bug spray but there wasn't any bugs. I thought I could blame my bad play on Monday on the bugs but on Tuesday I shot 84 and so did Dad so mesquitoes where not the problem. We all went to lunch on Tuesday at the Red Lobster and my parents flew out after that. I am grateful that they could come and love them alot. We are excited to come and see their new house in Syracuse at Thanksgiving.
