Marty's Joke of the Day

Marty's Joke of the day is an internet column that I've written for more than 5 years.
I tell humorous stories about my "sweet wife" and raising our 4 young sons, named #1, #2, #3, and #4.
After 5 years of story telling, in August of 2005, doctors found a brain tumor in son #4.
Our focus here has changed little as we still try to find humor in our lives.

Tuesday, January 31, 2006

1/31 - Override Avalanche

Tuesday, January 31, 2006

We watched the Fantastic Four DVD last night for family night. It
was pretty good, but I kept thinking that the only story line it
had was leading up to a sequel. But it was fun anyway. We rented
the DVD for a week, so the boys are interested in watching it as
many times as possible before we have to turn it back in. Is it
mean of me to swipe the override card so everyone can watch it,
and then make them earn time every time they want to watch it
after that? I feel like a drug dealer some times.

Tonight for Scouts we had a guy from the forest service talk about
avalanche danger, how to watch out for and avoid them. It was very
interesting. He gave us their website and said that if the weather
is right, Utah can have more avalanches than any other state. Guess
we’d better check next time we go snowshoeing to the cabin ‘eh?

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Monday, January 30, 2006

1/30 - Same Drill, Different Day

Monday, January 30, 2006

On Friday my sweet wife said she asked son #4 what he did at (his 4th day of) school that day. He looked at her and sighed heavily, “It’s the same thing every day mom!” Wow, its gunna be a long 14 years to get this one educated.

He did end up saying that he got scared when the fire drill alarm went off and he didn’t know what to do. My sweet wife asked what happened and he said the teacher held his hand and they went outside. “So it wasn’t so scary was it?” He said, “I guess not.”

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I have a problem with the words 'holy crap' as well. How can crap
be holy? I'm with you on that phrase - I dislike it very much!
Another 2 words used together, and often by the announcers at ball
games are 'awfully good'. Now, how can something be awful and good
at the same time? Good work on how you and your sweet wife are
raising your children.

Thursday, January 26, 2006

1/26 - @#^%#@!#

Thursday, January 26, 2006

I’ve been told that my house isn’t pink, but more of a terra cotta
color. Yeah, right. So, if you ever get a killer deal on paint, but
the color is just a little off, go for the more expensive regular
stuff. A little off color on a house can really change the look of
your house!

Anyway, when I got to work today, my sweet wife called and said,
“Oh, I was reading your Joke of the day today, and I can tell you
what ‘bad family words’ are.” I listened intently while she
continued, “Those are words that other kids don’t think are that
bad, but our family thinks are bad. Words like ‘what the...’ (then
insert ANY word)”, ‘stupid head’, ’crap’, and especially ‘holy
crap’” [Man, I just hate that phrase!]

I’ve had several talks with my boys about profanity, the use of
language, and how to express themselves properly. I guess I hold my
boys to a higher standard than most people. One night I even let
loose with a 10 minute missive to the Scout troop when a pair of
brothers literally could not stop using the phrase ‘holy crap’ every
30 seconds. I finally told them I was tired of hearing the phrase,
and why. We sat down looked at each word and what they meant
individually. Then put them together and showed how one word
affected the other word. I think they got to point, but you never

Maybe I should have been an English teacher. (HA! With my creative

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Hello Marty:
You said in your issue:
>I was impressed that even at this early age, they try to teach
>these little kids brail,

This is really cool to hear! A lot of schools in the mainstream
won't teach Braille if a child has any sort of vision that could be
used to read print with adaptive technology help. So it's neat that
your son, whether he will use Braille in the future or not, is at
least getting exposed to it. I am totally blind and was
mainstreamed completely from kindergarten on. It was a wonderful
experience so I am glad that is the plan for your son. And as for
teaching things early to preschool kids who have a disability,
that's sure the truth. They did that with my second daughter in her
first two years of preschool and it's paying off because she's now
in first grade and the most high functioning of the kids in her
mentally challenged self contained room. WE're hoping to mainstream
her one day too. Tell your sweet wife to enjoy her child free days.
Don't worry, she'll get used to them. I love mine, but am so happy
to see my two when they come home!*smiling*
~Shannon in Nevada

Wednesday, January 25, 2006

1/25 - Stupid Head Pink Bully

Wednesday, January 25, 2006

So, son #4 finally got all of his medical stuff out of the way, got
4 shots, had his parents fill out tons of paperwork, and finally
got to go to school Monday. [By the way, I was talking to a nurse
manager today at one of the pediatric offices I work at, and she
said that sons #1 and #2 will have to get shots before school next
year. But, they don’t know it yet... hehehe] Anyway, son #4 was
really excited to go to school. In his preschool class there are
only 7 kids and 3 teachers. All of these kids are visually impaired
in some way or another, so they all get a lot of attention. What
they plan to do with son #4 is to get him used to a school
environment, and then at some point mainstream him into a regular
class, with some sort of visually impaired equipment.

I was impressed that even at this early age, they try to teach
these little kids brail, along with letters. But, even without that
he seems to be doing just fine. He can write his name and read the
names of colors; sort of. When son #2 saw that he had colored
something red that said ‘red’ he praised him up and down, “That’s
so cool, you’re so smart!” After he left, son #4 went up to my
sweet wife and said, “Mom, I’m not so smart. The teacher helped

Today I asked him if he’d made any friends and he said, “Yes. One
good friend and one mean one.” I thought, uh oh. There’s a bully
already? I pressed further, “Why is he mean. Did he do anything to
you?” He said, “No. He just used bad family words.” I asked him
what bad family words were, and he couldn’t explain. (or I couldn’t
understand what he said) I asked him what the words were, and he
said the kid said, “Stupid head”.

Hmm... those are pretty rough words. I may have to take a day or
two off and sit in the class room and straighten those little ones

On the first day of school for son #4, My sweet wife insisted that
she attend. I think she’s going to have some withdrawal symptoms
having her littlest boy go to school, and at an early age to boot.
She did ok today though, she made a huge list of things to do while
everyone was at school. I’m just afraid of what will happen when
she’s done with her list. Maybe she can go back to school. Or,
better year I can get her to paint our house. Did I ever tell you I
live in a pink house? Now there’s a story I’ll have to tell you

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I understand your sweet wife's point of view, but I think it's
really funny too. "Now kids, don't try this at home." Ha ha ha!
That's great. You should have set up the video camera.
~James in California

I'm missing Justin, where is he?
~Justin’s Sister

[Justin? Justin who?]

Tuesday, January 24, 2006

1/24 - Casting Error

Tuesday, January 24, 2006

Did you miss me yesterday? Naw, I didn’t think so. I just took an
extra day off. (Kinda like a three day weekend...)

Do you remember a few weeks ago when I told you that son #3 had
broken his arm the last day of school, just before Christmas
vacation? Well, my sweet wife emailed me the other day, in answer
to my question of, “When does he get his cast off?” She replied
back (and I have the email to prove it!) that he could get his
cast off on the 21st of January. (You can see where this is going,
can’t you?)

She told me that he’d have to wait until Monday to get it off, and
x-ray’d again. Well, Saturday was son #3’s ‘Saturday with dad’.
All day long he kept bugging me to take his cast off. He kept
picking at it, little by little. I think more to bug me and his
mom, than to really get it off. I finally said, “Ok, when we get
home, get me a saw and I’ll saw it off.”

He did. I think he was just testing me to see if I’d truly do it.
So, I grabbed his arm and started carefully sawing. His eyes got
really big, “You’re really going to cut it off??” Yup. We had a
good 20 minute laugh. We kept saying, “Now kids, don’t try this at
home” and laughed and laughed. We had a great time. That is until
mom found out.

Boy, she was really mad. I don’t think I’ve seen her that mad for
awhile. She didn’t yell or anything, but a guy can just tell.
Anyway, son #3 sensed her anger too, and thought he’d done
something horrible. He started to get scared and say that the
doctor was going to kill him when she found out we took his cast
off. So he quickly put the cast back on, got some wood glue and
some scotch tape and tried to make it look like nothing had
happened. It was such a funny site that I couldn’t help but laugh
and laugh at son #3. And then my sweet wife just stood there with
her arms folded, tapping her foot on the ground.

(Like I said, I have the email from her to prove it was ok to take
it off on the 21st)

Anyway, I thought it was funny...

Tune in tomorrow and I’ll tell you about son #4’s first day at
school, or our trip to Make-a-Wish on Monday for Family night.

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Been missing you! I sure hope and pray that all is well with you
and your family. Come back soon! :o)
Shay from Idaho

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How would I know this if I wasn’t getting your (and my favorite)
JOTD? BTW, Love your jokes & happy to hear everyone is back to
having fun. I am a faithful reader and I would miss it!
~Gene J.

[Ever time I put in an issue, I wonder if anyone ever reads that.
Now I know!]

Thursday, January 19, 2006

1/19 - Chess Lice

Thursday, January 19, 2006

Ok, just a quick issue tonight. I took a little too much time
playing games tonight, and it’s almost 11:30. For those of you
who’ve been with us a LONG time, you’ll remember that I took a
chess class several summers ago. I really got into it. There’s a
guy in our Ward who I’ve played off and on with for the past
several years since I took my chess class. I’ve never beaten him.
He’s really good. His son is the one who plays drums, and loaned
my boys his drumsticks (because his drum set is “not in working
order” right now). Anyway, they were walking by our house tonight
and stopped by. “Dan’s here to give a drum lesson and I’m here to
play chess.” I had a few minutes. (90??) and we sat down. As
usual, he schooled me big time in the first game. I tried to blame
him for bringing his son over and beating on the drums trying to
distract me, but he just smiled. In the second game, I decided to
go all out and be very aggressive. About the 10th move, I had him
down by 3 points (a knight). I swapped pieces with him to the end,
and finally won my first game after years! I told him that was the
last game he’d ever get to play with me, so I could go out a
winner! (I ~think~ I was just kidding).

Two quick other things before I forget. First, my GG Grandpa’s
name is Winfield Scott Wickham, not “Scout”. D’oh.

And, son #4 had to get his shots yesterday before he could start
school. They make them get a chicken pox shot now. Hmm... (My
sweet wife, me, and my older thee boys all got it the ‘normal’
way. Why can’t they still do that now?) Anyway, he had to get 4
different shots. 2 in each arm. After the first shot my sweet wife
said he yelled at the nurse, “NO! No more shots! Don’t shoot me
again!” He lost that argument and ended up with 3 more shots. Oh
well, at least he can go to school now.

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Wow Marty, #4 does look very cute in those glasses. Thanks to the
sweet wife for snapping that adorable picture.
~Brandy in Indiana

Hey Marty! Let son #4 that he looks great in his new specs. He is

[The only problem is, after looking at the picture, it looks like
he has his “LICE” hat on. Oh well, at least they’re head lice. Yuk

Wednesday, January 18, 2006

1/18 - Sweet Genealogy

Wednesday, January 18, 2006

Tonight my sweet wife and I went to the local genealogy branch
. I’ve got a Great Great Grandfather named Winfield Scott
Wickham. (I always thought that was a cool sounding name) We
looked up his census records. At the library, they have full
access to the ancestry.com and rootsweb.com sites, so it was
pretty easy. We found him and his family in the 1860, 1870, 1880,
1900, and 1920 Census, all within the first 30 minutes of looking.
Computers are so cool.

1880 Census

Anyway, after we left, I had to fill up the gas tank. I told my
sweet wife that I’d buy her an ice cream cone at the gas station.
(Thinking I might save a buck and a half because it was 15º out
and she wouldn’t want ice cream. No luck; she still got a little
bowl.) Anyway, when I went to pay with a credit card, the 20
something year old attendant asked me for my ID. On all of my
credit cards I always write “CHECK ID!” in big letters where the
signature goes, then sign my name in itty bitty letters. So, when
he asked for ID I said, “Oh, what, does it say to check my ID on
the back of my card or something?” He looked at the back of my
card and said, “Hey, Schaweeet!”

I looked at my sweet wife and said out loud, “Dija hear that
honey? Look, he’s got two earrings, and he called me sweet!” His
eyes got really big and he said, “Oh, no. I didn’t mean that.
That’s just wrong.” I smiled and turned away.

As we walked outside my sweet wife said, “You’re going to get
yourself in trouble one of these days.”

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BTW, my sweet wife snapped a good picture of Jr. and his glasses on. I posted it on the blog.

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Just happened to be online when this dropped down and it is 9:08PM
on Tuesday night here - wonder where this email has been all this
~Rowena C.

[Cyber surfing? No, I sent Monday’s issue out late (Tuesday about
6PM. Yahoo must be sitting on them, because I didn’t get Tuesday’s
until just tonight. But, the blog site is always up to date.

Tuesday, January 17, 2006

1/17 - Eye Eye Cap't!

Tuesday, January 17, 2006

Son #4 had another eye appointment today. We’ve got some good
news. On his bad, “blind” eye, they said that he was able to see
20/400 today. So maybe those optic nerves are starting to come
back a little. Either that or he’s memorized the pictures that
they project on the wall...
They wanted to make sure that he was actually seeing in that eye,
so the tested him a couple of times. But, after awhile I guess he
got tired of it because my sweet wife said he said, “Ok, now let’s
try the other eye...”
The next eye appointment is in 3 months. That’s the same time
he’ll get his next MRI to scan to look for any more tumor. Our
schedule is to go every 3 months for the first year, then every 4
months for the second year. We didn’t ask what happens after

Oh yeah, and he got his glasses this weekend. I'll have to snap
a picture as soon as I find batteries for the camera!

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So now, here's what you do with those drums...

You put your old phonograph/stereo/tape players and all your old
records and tapes down there next to the drums, along with a nice
set of headphones, and the kids have an automatic, self-directed
way to learn how to play drums, and perhaps even other
instruments, without the expense, trouble, or time of music
lessons. Set it all up in a good-looking, organized way. Take it
from a music teacher of 35 years...the kids I know who play the
most relaxed and natural have learned this way. And furthermore,
they get an automatic education in the best pop music ever---from
the 50s to the 80s, instead of the crap they are forced to hear
today. ...your kids'll always be down there, and you won't have to
worry about where they are. The records, which they will play
along with, will naturally teach them how to play and sing.
They'll naturally go outside and do other things (like beat the
crap out of each other) as they grow up, but they'll always be
down there with their friends, learning to play, hearing good
music, and giving you a reason to go down there occasionally and
listen to the old records.
~Jeff G, Pittsburgh, PA

[Good ideas!]

1/16 - Bad Decision? Maybe...

Monday, January 16, 2006

Sometimes, in the heat of the moment, you make decisions that you
later say, “What in the world was I thinking?!” Such was the case
with this weekend.

Friday afternoon we took the Scouts to our cabin. Ok, it’s not
really our cabin, it’s my sweet wife’s brother’s wife’s mother’s
father’s cabin. But, it would be cool to own it. Anyway, the
Scouts stayed up late, and, of course, got up early. We hiked both
in and out on 10 feet of snow, and there were only a couple of
snowshoes that we brought. So, we were tired and wet after hiking.

So, point number one, don’t make quick decisions when you’re

My #1 brother came in from California on Friday for his daughter’s
gymnastic competition. She was awesome, and won the all-around for
her age and level. Anyway, when he was here he decided to empty
his storage unit of stuff they have stored. Now, my brother, who
is a couple years younger than I am, was ‘cool’ in High School.
But looking back, I guess I had it pretty good too. Anyway, one
thing that I thought made him even ‘cooler’ was that he played the
drums. And he was pretty good at it too. He also played for the
University of Utah drum line for a couple of seasons.

Anyway, in the back of his storage shed, sat his old drum set.
After going through all of the stuff, my brother decided he didn’t
need it anymore and set it in the DI pile. (or an officieal reference
on DI) On our last trip down, I took son #2 with and told him not to
whine if he didn’t get what he wanted. He had no idea what I was
talking about, but was agreeable and said, “Ok.”

So, maybe it was being tired and wet, or the lack of sleep. Or
maybe it was grunting and groaning all day helping my brother move
his storage shed worth of stuff, or maybe just a (finally)
agreeable son #2, but I relented and took the drum set home. Or
maybe it was because I wanted to be ‘cool’ too, but...

We now have a 4-piece drum set in our basement. And with that,
goes all the noise and arguing about who’s turn it is.

Bad decision? We’ll see? There’s still always the DI.

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Hello Marty:
You said in your intro to Wednesday's jokes:
>They want to know everything. Not only his immunizations, but
>when he hopped on one foot 3 times, when he first turned his head
>left, when he first turned his head right. There were papers for
>his primary care pediatrician to fill out, and even his dentist.

Yeah! Welcome to the wonderful world of IEP and a kid in a
special education classroom. We have to do that with Daughter#2
who is 6 every time she changes schools (because of our district's
silliness), which so far has only been twice. As if they really
think parents with more than one child and with a life can
remember when the kid hopped on one foot three times. Let us all
know how it goes. You've got my sympathy on that tall stack of
~Shannon in Nevada

Thursday, January 12, 2006

1/12 - Nuns and Nazis

Thursday, January 12, 2006

Last Saturday, play practice started for the play son #2, my sweet
wife and I are in. But, we were up in Randolph so we didn’t go to
that one. Tonight was our first practice. They’re just practicing
songs this week, and doing it in shifts. (Heir Zeller doesn’t sing
–darn- so I didn’t have to go tonight.) The kids in the play went
from 6-8PM, and the adults who sing went from 8-9:30. When my
sweet wife was getting ready to go, son #1 asked her where she was
going. “I’m going to rehearsal at the church.” she said. “Is dad
going?” he replied. “No,” she said, “It’s just practice for the
Nuns.” “What’s dad?” he said. “He’s a Nazi, and Nuns and Nazis
don’t mix.” Son #4 who was listening in said, “What about me mom?
I’m not a Nazi, can I go?”

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When you announced the results of Jimmy's scan, I heard more than
5000 sighs of relief all over the world.
Love, Mom

I just wanted to take the time to let you know how much I
appreciate your e-mails... Cherish every moment with your children
b/c those moments go by too quickly.. I'm so happy that your #4
son had such a good report from his MRI… I think so often of your
son and pray just as often for his recovery.. I have also been
praying for you and your entire family in regards to your son, his
well being and all the hospital visits, etc. etc. Right now, I'm
in jubilation, along with all of you, that he has passed the MRI
testing, is home with you and able to enjoy his family.. God is
good! Thanks for taking the time to send these family antics and
jokes our way -- They make our day!
Sincerely -- Cathy M~

Wednesday, January 11, 2006

1/11 - Stacks of School work for School

Wednesday, January 11, 2006

Boy, some of the stuff you have to fill out for school now days.
My sweet wife and I got a packet of papers to fill out before son
#4 starts school. They want to know everything. Not only his
immunizations, but when he hopped on one foot 3 times, when he
first turned his head left, when he first turned his head right.
There were papers for his primary care pediatrician to fill out,
and even his dentist. (Good thing Grandma is a dental hygienist
and he’s had his teeth cleaned on schedule! Son #4 should be able
to start a few days after we hand this huge stack of paperwork
back to the school. The interesting part is going to see how my
sweet wife acts when she has 7 more hours of kid-free day to use

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Hi Marty, This is the first time I've been on-line for a while.
Just wanted to tell you that I've been praying for your family and
know that God in his infinite wisdom has a plan for everything....
My #1 son broke his arm when he was 6. After the arm was healed
and the cast removed, we left the doctor's office. He pouted and
brooded all the way home. When my husband and I asked him what was
wrong and basically had to pull his wisdom teeth to finally get
him to answer (not really, but I'm sure you know what I mean) it
turned out that he was angry because they didn't give him his
cast. So, my wonderful husband turned the car around, went back to
the doctor's office and got his cast for him. He's 30 and married
now, but I'm sure that he still has that souvenir stored in a safe
~ Paula M.

Hey Marty, Great JOTD today--good jokes, and even better advice! I
appreciate your taking care of us.
James G. in California

So glad for the good report. We'll be praying that each one will
be as good. Keep up the good work.
~Linda B.

Marty, I am so thrilled for you and your wonderful family. Praise
God!!! Thank you for keeping us posted on your life, even when
you are going through difficulties. I don't always have time
to read the jokes, but I always read to see how your family is
doing. Y'all are in my prayers and will continue to stay there.
~Becky S.

Marty, Praise God! I am so glad to hear that the scans were
clean! Son #4, along with you and the rest of your family, are in
my prayers.

Tuesday, January 10, 2006

1/10 - Drunk on cheetos scans

Tuesday, January 10, 2006

First off, I can’t promise that my post will be coherent tonight.
I keep falling asleep on my keyboard because I only got 3 hours of
sleep last night. When I went to bed, I was exhausted so I thought
I had it made. But, with the Pre-MRI Jitters, and waking up at
2AM, things just didn’t work out. So, forgive the ramblings.

So, on with the good news. Son #4 had CLEAN SCANS today! Boy, we
are so excited. No tumor to worry about for the next 3 months.
(Then back for another MRI.) For the first year they do MRIs on a
3 month interval, then 4 month intervals for the 2nd year.

Son #4 was a trooper today. We talked about why they had to
‘stick’ him with a needle, and that it would hurt a little. He
seemed ok with that when we told him he got one of his army
back. When they stuck him, he didn’t flinch, cry, or even move.
But, it was another story after they were done and took his army
guy away. He was NOT happy with the nurse.

For radiation, they used propathal to put him under. It’s a fast
acting, and quickly fading type of medicine. Today they used some
other somethingathal medicine that took a little longer, but
really knocked him out. The doctor said recreational drug users
call it “special K”. Anyway, after he woke up, looking at the
nurse, the first groggy words out of his mouth were, “Why do you
look so weird?” That stuff really knocked him out. He was like a
4-year-old drunken sailor. Slurring his words, and he couldn’t
quite control everything. Of course we brought cheetos after he
woke up, and it was funny how he’d take a cheeto and bring it
toward his mouth, and hit his cheek and miss his mouth. Strong
stuff, that special K.

He even let them do a finger poke for some blood tests and he
didn’t cry or say it hurt. I think he’s getting used to this

Anyway, drool on the keyboard isn’t good, so it’s off to bed for

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Monday, January 09, 2006

1/9 - Jackknives and Jitters

Monday, January 09, 2006

This weekend we trekked up to Randolph again for another 4 hour
round trip to clean dad’s house. We cleaned for 8 straight hours
and finally got the dining room mostly cleaned up. We found homes
for all 11 hunting dogs, but are still looking to get rid of 2
horses. (Anyone?) We planned on staying over night, but all took a
vote late Saturday and decided to head back home. Then we ended up
waiting an hour on the interstate as a tow truck pulled off a
semi-truck that had jackknifed across both lanes of traffic. It
was a long snowy Saturday.

My sweet wife noticed something peculiar tonight. My #1 sister
always gives the boys underwear for Christmas. I don’t know why,
she just does. My sweet wife noticed that son #3 had been wearing
his new underwear every day. Then she realized that she hasn’t
washed any in quite awhile. She asked him where his underwear was.
He opened his drawer and showed her the underwear. Apparently he’d
been rotating them.

Well, it’s better than not rotating them!

Tomorrow is son #4 first Post-op MRI. We’re getting a little
nervous, but I think things will go well. Wish us luck!

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Thursday, January 05, 2006

1/5 - Paper Noni Juice

Thursday, January 05, 2006

I got to work about a ½ hour early this morning. Just as I sat
down my sweet wife called me. “Dija see us in the paper?” I had
forgotten. “No” I said. “I didn’t either, but I just got a call
from someone trying to sell us Tahitian Noni Juice. They say it’s
supposed to cure pediatric brain tumors.” Wonderful, I thought,
we’re going to get a dozen calls from crackpots today. That’s just
what we need. Thankfully, that was the only call.

(You can read about us in the paper on the blog site)

Today we took son #4 to a couple of schools to look at before we
register him. One was the Utah School for the deaf and blind, and
the other was in our district that had a few impaired kids, but
mostly paying students. The school for the deaf and blind appeared
to be more academically geared, and has school 6 hours a day,
compared to the other at just 2 hours a day. We still have yet to
make a choice, but will need to by Monday.

Remember back when all of the boys shaved our heads for son #4’s
last surgery? Several of you on the list (and at church) asked why
my sweet wife didn’t shave her head, or at least cut her long red
hair short. She later told me that son #4 went up to her one day
and said that her long red hair was the only way he could tell her
apart from other moms.

But today as they drove past the same barber shop he said, with an
evil grin, “Mom, you can cut your hair today.” She said, “Really?”
He said, “Yeah, but just one of them!”

Yeah, I wonder who he’s been hanging around.

For those of you who get this as email...
Enjoy today’s Jokes!

P.S. For those of you so inclined, Sunday is ‘Fast Sunday’. If
you don't have anything to fast and pray about, join us in fasting
for our first of many clean scans for son #4 next Tuesday.

Reader Comment Section:

Hi Marty! I keep up with you and your family every day through
your email newsletter. I make sure I always read it, not for the
jokes, but for news of your family. Me and my guide dog are
praying that God will manifest his special, loving presence for
all of you, even though things seem incredibly rough right now. We
pray for healing for Son No. 4, and for all of the things you all
are going through right now. God Bless all of you!
~Your Friends: Thair and Chadwick

[Woof, woof, bark, pant pant woof. Pant bark bark!! (Grin)]