130 in 1 hour

Last night Coby executed the BURN activity of his Eagle Project. He arranged to have 3 people bring their laptops or PC's. I brought my PC with 3 external burners. We were able to burn 130 CD's in one hour. Coby had all of the scouts there making labels, putting CD's into Jewel cases and marking on the CD's "K-9 Web Filter". Coby did great at organizing and executing this task.

He has talked with the Bishops in our Stake and they will contact Coby on how many CD's they will want for their wards. When I talked to our Bishop to see what he would want, he said he would like all 130 CD's but he felt that was a little too much to take them all so he would settle for 70. So, all Coby needs to do now is deliver the CD's and he will be ready to have his Eagle Project signed off.

After the Eagle Project is completed, he only has his Camping Merit Badge and his Citizenship in the Community and he will be ready for an Eagle Board of Review.

Congratz Coby!

Now, we just need to keep this momentum up for our 11 year old scout.

I'm Famous?

I received a call from my Mother in Law last week that I was famous because I was in their local newspaper. She told me that "The Southern Idaho Press" (SIP) had written a story about me.

I could only think of one thing. It can't be good!

My Mother in Law brought over the newspaper clipping a couple of days ago so I had to post it to my blog for all to see.

If you look through the rest of the report, there were 3 other poor souls that decided to plead guilty to the misdemeanor change and pay the fine. So, the guy in front of me and they guy behind me weren't so lucky.

I might also tell you that I received a bill in the mail from the lawyer friend of mine. He spent 2.75 hours on my case. At $170 per hour I was really swallowing hard and didn't want to look at the bottom of the page for the total bill. The total said, $0. What I super nice guy!

Parable of the washing machine

A parable is a brief, succinct story, in prose or verse, that illustrates a moral or religious lesson.

At stake conference this last weekend we had a visiting GA. He is a member of the Quorum of the Seventy (how many quorums of 70 are there now?). Anyway, he told us of a parable that he had heard from one of the Apostles. I hesitate to put this on my blog because it will be totally from memory and I would hate to miss quote a 70 who was telling a story about an Apostle. So, this is not fact, this is a parable told 3rd hand. I will not even mention the 70's name nor the Apostle.

Here is the situation. The visiting GA said he was in a meeting with a number of brand new Mission Presidents and their wives. The Apostle told them a parable then left the room. He told them to figure out what it meant and then call him back and let him know.

Here is the Parable of the washing machine.

"At the front of the store was a new washing machine. There were a number of salesman standing around the washing machine. The inventor of the washing machine was also there. The wife of the inventor walks up to the group standing around the new washing machine and asks, "What is this supposed to do?"."


Well, that is it! The GA then opened up the room for discussion to come up with the meaning of this parable.

What do you think it means?

Inspection

I have implemented a new program in the Carter House. It is called inspection. I wasn't sure if it would work or not but so far, it has been great.

I have two daughters that don't think twice about dropping anything and everything they have on the floor of their room. They have 200 million stuffed animals, they have 100 million books, and 50 million crayons. In a matter of minutes their room can be so cluttered with stuff that you can not even see the floor. Then, every Saturday we go through the process of yelling and screaming at them to clean up their rooms. It really never gets clean. SO, last Saturday I held to my guns and made sure that EVERYTHING was picked up off of the floor. I mean everything. Not one animal, not one shirt, not one sock. Then, I told the girls that I would inspect their room every day.

First day, I found a few things on the floor during inspection and I found their drawers open and shoes left out. I pointed them out and the girls put the stuff away. The room was clean. The next day, less items were on the floor. Each day there have been less and less stuff on the floor. Tomorrow is Saturday and I think they are starting to see with a "small" amount of effort all week they will have a clean room the next Saturday.

The girls like it so much, they find me when I get home from work and ask for an inspection of their room. I have started to have fun with it and I am now requiring them to salute. :-)



The next disaster area I am hoping to clean up with my inspection tactics will be unleashed on the boys. I'll let you know how it goes.