David Weighs In.....

...of laptops and viruses...

2011-01-06T08:12:00.000-08:00

I consider myself to be a fairly "with it" dude. I own a laptop computer, I now carry a "smart phone", I own a Bluray disc player. In other words, I am not afraid of technology. (I just wish I could fix and figure out my own issues every time, but alas, just like "Oil Can Henry's" for my vehicles, that's what tech support is for!)

Here's the story..... In November of 2007, my wife was going to school on line and needed a lap top. We bought her an off of the shelf (display) unit basic entry level Compaq. We knew it wasn't the most up to date, but were told (sold) that it would do everything that we needed it to for an "online student". The laptop worked great.... for about a year and a half. I soon had a need as my business changed hands to own my own lap top - and in March of 2008, I purchased an "Acer" laptop off of an ad from OfficeMax. I spent about $650 I think. In September of of 2008, my wife's Compaq had basically given up the ghost, and she announced it was time to buy a new one. This time we were more patient and also willing to spend more to get her the computer that would not only last her to completion from school, but would also carry her into her carreer field. We bought an HP and an extended warranty from Curcuit City (Insert jeers, raspberries, and sucking wind sounds here)and we were off to the races again.

The short part of the story is... My Acer laptop has been a phenominal machine. I defrag about once every two weeks and run my anti virus software atleast once a month. I send and receive a lot of emails, I did watch a lot of TV episodes on it when I was living in my trailer in Utah. I pretty much have stayed on the "beaten" path of Yahoo, msn, and major providers - but - have piggy backed signal from neighbors in the trailer park, wifi hot spots and such. My computor still works great today.

Marcy's compaq died in 1 1/2 years - the people who looked at it all said - "man, a bunch of viruses" "cheaper to buy new then to fix this one..."

After spending closer to $1000 on Marcy's HP, I was pretty frustrated when all of a sudden, it stopped working as well... After only 2 years. We had a tech guy work on it as well and he basically was able to back up all of her data (photos mainly), and we got the same "boy this is pretty toast" jargin from him as well.

I am relatively confidant that no one in my household is pulling up pornographic websites, looking at pirated videos, blackmarket sales sites, and such. Where are these viruses coming from? When I do catch the kids on Marcy's computer, they are usually at "webkins", somethingsomething @ edu.com, free games, etc. And Marcy's computers just keep falling victim of these "viruses"!

Financially, this is starting to really suck!

The main difference between my computer and Marcy's? I have a password and don't give it to the kids. And yes, I am considered a jerk for it. Marcy will set a new password, but eventually, the kids get it out of her, and they go back to it. This has got to stop!

Is it possible that websites geared towards children with addresses sounding safe are the biggest culprit? I guess I am naive. But I am done with replacing computers just because a website allowed a virus to come in and wipe it out.

What can be done? What should be done? Hmmmmm Grrrrrrr

On a more positive note....

2010-12-29T16:53:00.000-08:00

Here's looking to you, Brand New 2011!

Having stated that as a whole, I won't really miss 2010, I am hoping for a more positive approach to 2011. I figure if I list a few of the things I would like to accomplish, maybe the fact it is listed will spur me on to do it!

1) I've got to lose some weight! I think maybe dropping 60 pounds would be good on the heart, joints, attitude, stamina and sex life. I have a few plans and proven methods to do this, but the hardest part is just getting started. SO - My commitment is to get after it right away - Right after the Oregon Ducks kick some Auburn Ass in the BCS Championship game. Golly, that is about 10 days away!

2) I'm going to get my financial house in order. Having a steady, stable job is part of this - and as of today, I see no reason my current employment will change or fall off of the level it is currently compensating. I am also going to read "Total Money Makeover" by Dave Ramsey, so that I can work on our money issues from a savings standpoint as well. It is time to get some people paid off!

3) I've got to put more quality into what little time I am able to spend with my family. This year I want to double the amount of camping weekends we do as a family as compared to last year. I want to have one on one times with all of my children. I will make time with my wife a priority. She needs and deserves some quality one on one time away from the home with her non distracted spouse.

4) I am going to "mend some fences". I have a sister that isn't speaking to me right now. We are both stubborn. In fact, we are alot alike. I would like for us to be able to re-connect and let by gones be by gones. I love her and hope that we can get through these hard times.
There are a few friends that have fallen by the wayside either due to time constraints, or mis-understandings. I look forward to re-acquainting myself with these friends.

5) I want to do more reading. I currently read about 8 - 10 books a year. Television is nice, but requires no effort or imagination. An active mind stays sharp. As I turned 40 in 2010, I have noticed a slip in memory, recall and concentration. I hope that a challenging book more often can remedy these age related issues.

6) I wish to connect more fully with my spiritual side. I wish to grow closer to my Lord and Savior.

7) I want to start writing my life's history. This will definitely be a work in progress, but again, I feel that this will exercise my mind and intellect. I have a computer at work, home and lap top for any other time. There really are no excuses.

8) I will try to be kinder in my dealings with all people. After all, I am a people too. Remember the Golden Rule.

Holy Crap! Where does the time go???

2010-12-28T14:23:00.000-08:00

I have no answers. I have no excuses. I have only my apologies! It has been months since I have posted, and I can only say that I will attempt to do better.

It is now after Christmas. One holiday down, 1 more to go. I think that I will be working up until about 5:30pm New Years Eve. Then, off for another 2 day weekend. (Very rare these days.)

No real reports to make as to my comings and goings, but to say that I have been coming and going back and forth to work!

As far as business goes, we sold 20 retail units in November (4 wholesales) and are sitting at about 13 units for December. Not going into great details, we are doing as well as can be expected for the season and infancy of the dealership. We have a great mix of SUV's and all wheel drive cars mixed in with some great European / Japanese imports. All in all, I am enjoying myself.

The kids are doing well and have had a very active fall with Marching Band (Alex), Football, Wrestling, Basketball, Band (Ben), Football, Band (Zach), and Football, Basketball (Gabby). I believe they had a good Christmas season this year, albeit un-orthodox. (See Marcy's blog for details.)

Marcy is enjoying (most days) her new job that she has held since July and the money it does bring into the family finances. (We can use it all at the moment.)

I have reflected back on the year 2010. As far as most of it goes, I won't miss it!

2010 has introduced some losses.

A member of my High School alumni was taken a few weeks ago in a car accident. Shannin (Combs) Hancuff has left 4 sons, a husband, and a sad void to those that were close to her. (I was not close to her, but feel the loss nonetheless.)

An adoptive Grandfather just lost his battle with getting old. Thank you Ernie Taylor for being a wonderful neighbor and support over the years! You will be missed.

My knee continues to be the bane of my existence. Surgery seems to be more and more likely. Very glad that my income currently is not dependant on my ability to use my knee. Walking is hard / painful enough.

I have learned to believe that a true friend always will be....

And so I say with one, loud voice.."BE GONE YOU PIECE OF CRAP YEAR 2010!!! I WILL NOT MISS YOU!"

....I'm back!....

2010-10-19T08:33:00.000-07:00

I really can't believe it has been about 7 weeks since I have posted, but alas - it has been. For those who even give a rip, I apologize.

My life has been CRAZY! When you last heard from me, I was employed at Bish's RV in Idaho Falls as the Business/Finance manager. In a word, I really liked working for Bish's. BUT, the seasonal nature of the RV business and the 1 hour commute each way and about 120 miles a day left me to explore other opportunities.

One's past can either come back to haunt or bless. I am still making up my mind as to what is happening to me, but for now, I am only commuting about 4 miles...

I came to Idaho initially at the invitation of a long time friend to work as the office manager of a used car lot. One thing led to another and eventually, I was selling, financing and managing the car lot. After a few years, the owners of the company decided to sell it - thus, I decided to get back into a booming construction market.

That wave lasted for about 5 years.

Now, two out of the three original owners are back together with a new managing partner and we have been opening up a new "used car lot" for the past 6 weeks. In other words, we have been upgrading and remodeling the physical facilities while trying to be profitable with about a 50 unit inventory. It has turned my life into a long day at work - about 12 - 14 hours a day. (Thus no movie reviews for a while.) I long for the opportunity to get a handle on my personal time.

I am the main Salesperson, the full time Finance Manager, and the general "catch all" for Robert, my long time friend. For now, I will be content to have a local job with potential of a great income and will hopefully keep my marriage intact as I am now trying to curb my time at work back to a reasonable amount. Hang in there Marcy and children. I am trying!

That's it in a nutshell. Not exciting, but honest.

spandex, noise and Idaho Falls....

2010-08-26T22:43:00.000-07:00

If I haven't said it once, I have said it a thousand times. Just 'cause you could got away with wearing spandex leggings and a halter top in 1987, doesn't mean you SHOULD now!!!

I just had an enjoyable night at the Sandy Downs Horse Race Track in Idaho Falls, Idaho. Let me tell you how my day went.....

At 9:40, my boss came into my office and placed 2 tickets on my desk and asked if I would be interested in seeing a concert tonight. Concert was Royal Bliss opening for Kip Winger, opening for Warrant opening for Cinderella. I said "heck ya!!! with fingers creating the "devils head" sign.

At 9:45 I called Marcy to tell her my great fortune. She rained on my parade immediately - she had this, that and everything else she had to do.... In other words, it probably wasn't her thing.

At 10:30 I stated on Facebook that I had an extra ticket for the show and trolled for some response. I got lots of offers from people who live LIKE, NOT IN THE SAME STATE!!!

Anyways, by the end of my work day, I had no takers, but being the adventurous soul that I am, I went stag...

I got to the venue at about 7:45 (an hour and 15 minutes after the scheduled start) and caught the last 4 songs of Winger. In other words, I got there when I wanted to. When Warrant hit the stage, it was like a wall of sound just went right through me. I have seen Warrant before, but this line up with this new singer was very good. I actually had to google him to make sure he wasn't the original. (He wasn't, but he was very good.)

The band member's apparel was similar to what you would see at an off campus party. In other words, they were pretty up to date. Some still had long hair, others were closer cropped. They are very talented and I could easily make out the lyrics and the different instruments. (Good Work sound guys). The energy and professionalism of the show was great! I may yet buy a greatest hits CD!

When Warrant finished up with the last song "Cherry Pie", I might add, the roadies went about their chores and got the stage cleared off and ready for Cinderella.

Now, I was first exposed to Cinderella when I was a Junior in High School. I liked them along with every other "Glam Rock" band - Their contemporaries were Motley Crew, Great White, Poison, Guns n Roses, LA Guns, Warrant, etc. Anyways, not my favorite band, but I did own 2 of there cassette tapes before I graduated from High School.

So, not knowing what to expect, I waited entranced for them to take the stage. Big lights - Big Hair - Big outfits - BIG SOUND! I wasn't quite sure what to make of the lead singer. He had this whole "Alice Cooper" look to him with tight black stretch jeans with this red, velour form filling long sleeved shirt with flowing arms from the forearm down. He sang without a look of passion on his face, but with this voice that was oh, sooooo, 1980s! I got into it immediately! It hasn't been since the last Styx concert that I have seen a lead signer do so much guitar work. He played the acoustic, the flat guitar, double neck guitar, Tenor Sax (yes, tenor sax), and electric guitar - all while pulling off that haunting combination of a scream with a pleasant vibrato. The sound took me back. They played all of their hits along with some songs not so familiar to me.

It was a great evening. My ears are still ringing, and I am pretty sure there were some pissed off potato farmers near by as well!

As I started off by saying..... I went to have a good time and listen to some music from my youth. I went in a pair of slacks, leather dress shoes and a Bish's button up shirt. (I came as I was). People who had more than 10 hours notice must have had some time to dig up some of the outfits I saw. Which, as luck would have it leads me to my "What to wear to a concert in 2010 when the last time you saw the band was in 1987" segment.

David's apparel Rule#1 - If your butt cheek hangs lower then the hem of your snakeskin skirt, you probably shouldn't wear it!

David's Apparel Rule#2 - Just 'cause you have your man booby pierced, doesn't mean we all want to see it. (I just wanted to flick it!)

David's Apparel Rule#3 - Showing your saggy, wrinkled breasts to the lead singer (and all those around you) doesn't guarantee you a night to remember. With the amount of alcohol you had in you, I doubt you will remember anything! Oi,ve!

David's Apparel Rule#4 - Vomit does not look good on your outfit!

David's Apparel Rule#5 - If you intend to be hoisted up on your boyfriends shoulders to get a better look at the stage, For the love of all that is good - PLEASE! Wear panties!!!

These are all of my words on this subject.

... in the limelight.....

2010-08-22T17:47:00.000-07:00

I must admit that I don't watch a ton of reality TV. I have liked survivor, seen the bachelor for a season or two, and when it first started, watched "Extreme Makeover Home Edition" a few times. As a builder, I always thought it was a crock that anybody could have the ability to organize, conduct and complete a full tear down and re-build in a week. I am a believer now.

Last Wednesday, a family in our small community of Pocatello got that famous wake up knock on the door, and will have their life changed forever. By mid day Thursday, their home was no more. By 11 am Friday, the forms for the concrete were being stripped and the framing was being started. At 7:30 pm, Saturday night, there was a sheeted, roofed, sheet rocked, home standing where a once burnt out hulk had been.

I can attest that as of Sunday at 7:30 am, this home had all of the finish carpentry installed, cabinetry hung, and prep work for paint on all was ready and the painters were getting started. The siding was 90% done. Not to mention a good portion of the concrete flat work (side walks, driveways) were underway.

How do I know? I was there, baby!

My wife signed me up to be a carpenter for the home. I guess that EMHE does not take "our" word for our skills and leave the specialty trade decisions to the contractors that are responsible for the job. I was not selected. I was on site for 8 hours and didn't lift a hammer, nail gun, sanding block (that was alright) or paint brush. I was the w, w, w, waterboy! And yes, I am tired!

A water tray does a lot for you. I got to see the entire interior of the home. I got to go to the "art" area. I got to go to the catering area. In short, I saw it all!

I have a photo of me with "Jillian" (the bachelorette that is an interior designer), Paul and I (the carpenter guy) and Ed, (Marcy's new dream hunk). (I thought he was hot too!) I guess Ty was at another reveal in Chicago-darn it!

It was well worth the effort. I know that I didn't directly do anything for this family, but lets face it - I got all who were, "High quality H2O!"

As soon as I know, I will post the time of the airing.

You're kidding, right?

2010-08-13T07:46:00.000-07:00

This really bugs.

I got a call last night from a co-worker asking me if yet again, I could give him a ride to work. I don't mind helping someone out on occasion, so I said sure - I will be driving through that area between 8:00 - 8:15. He set the place - the McDonalds parking lot about 1/4 mile from the off ramp. Not convienient, but probably better than asking me to go to his house.

So, at 8:05, I get to the McDonalds and seeing he is not there yet, wait. After 5 minutes, I get annoyed and pick up the phone. The other end says "Hello?" I say "Merle (not his real name), where you at?" He says, "Uh, I'll be there in 10 minutes." I say "That doesn't work for me - we agreed on 8-815" He says - "My child threw up" I say "Were you going to call me? I need to get to work. I have things I need to do." He says "Well, I guess my wife will bring me in. Obviously you are upset - I will put my wife out."

Why is this all my problem? Should I feel bad for being abrupt? When you need a ride from somebody, I feel you should about kill yourself to not put the person giving up his privacy and time out.

Am I a jerk? I drove off. What would you have done? Hit me with some honest feedback.

A great evening...

2010-08-04T15:35:00.000-07:00

Last Monday evening, I took the opportunity to do something I haven't done before.

Some would say that since I haven't been doing it all along, that I am not a good Father, but I say 'Repentance is a good thing'.

Zach (my third son) and I went up into the woods to go camping. I thought it was kind of neat to have this "premiere" event be with my youngest boy, as he is very often last on just about every other thing. Last to ride a bike, last to play sports, last to get to go to scout camp, etc. Well, Monday night, he was the first to have a "father and one son camp out".

Due to my job, I didn't get home until about 7 pm, and we really didn't leave until about 8:00. It left us just enough light to get up to Scout Mountain, get the tent set up, get a fire going, and make polish sausage dogs. After dinner, we sat around the fire and Zach got to talk about whatever he wanted to. We talked about Football, his siblings (and the things they do that drive him nuts), school things and such. At about 10:30, we climbed into the tent, said goodnight and went to sleep.

I should say, I went to sleep. About 20 minutes later, Zach shook me and said "Dad, I can't sleep - you're snoring too loud." I said "Sorry" and rolled over. About 5 minutes later, I hear 'Dad, I am going to sleep in the truck". At that point, knowing I was probably going to snore at any position conceded, and off he went.

Lucky Zach.

At about 4:00 am, I was awakened by the sound of Thunder, followed by about 2 hours of near constant light flashes as a Storm rolled over the nearby ridge of Scout Mountain. The thunder wasn't too close, but the rain / hail sure hit hard. I stayed surprisingly dry, but spent the rest of the night in a restless slumber. And, oh, by the way, Kelty makes a great small back packer's tent - but, the poles are aluminum, and that point wasn't lost on me either.

In the morning, I was awakened by the cloudless sky and a sunny disposition. When I opened the cab of the truck, Zach sleepily rolled over and said. Wow, I slept good. He slept through the whole storm!

We had a quick breakfast of Hostess doughnuts, took down the tent, and made it home by 10am.

Looking back, the whole deal took a few hours of my comfort, but was probably worth thousands of hours in memories and most of all, gave each of us the feeling that at that moment in time that we spent together, we were the only two in the world!

I love you, Zach! Thanks for the camp out!

I look forward to doing this with all of my children. Do any of you have traditions that you do with your children, siblings, parents? Pass it on!

A new experience...

2010-07-27T17:20:00.000-07:00

This morning I was awakened by a strange thing. My wife's alarm clock. It was 6:45. As I lay there wondering what to do, it occurred to me.... Today is my day off. Marcy is going to work! Ever since the first few weeks of our marriage, I can't remember a time when Marcy had to go to work and I didn't.

I'm not sure how I feel about this.

I guess we have turned a corner in our lives. As it turned out, I got out of bed about the time she was closing the door behind her, made waffles for the kids and then got dressed and made my way out the door to go take care of some errands.

I went to Costco and picked up a prescription for her and then delivered it to her at work. Another strange happening. She was so cute at her desk, wearing her pink Polo shirt with company logo on it. Again, a strange happening - she told me to "go ahead - check out the place". So, as she stayed at her desk initially, I started introducing myself to her co-workers. A nice, yet I am afraid, crazy bunch of women.

My usual Kestner charm fell on deaf ears and blind eyes. I could hear the crickets!

So, after a brief pause, I excused myself out of the den of females and went back to work.

It was an interesting, different day.

The sounds of Freedom

2010-07-23T12:13:00.000-07:00

There is really nothing quite like the sounds of Summer.

As we walked on the streets of Jackson Hole, WY on Independence day, we came upon a community band playing John Phillips Souza songs. Very American - despite the Lebanese name. (Yes, Lebanese). I love his use of the brass instruments and most importantly, both of my boys that play at the moment were very impressed with the ones playing their individual instruments. I hope they were inspired.

I love the sound that a river makes as it is rushing by along its way to wherever it will end up. How many dams will it pass through? How many people will be able to exist because of it's course? Will some get enjoyment of it's cool freshness? How many fish, mammals and foul will be given life due to it's influence?

I love listening to a lively debate over politics. Such morons sit on both sides of the isle in Congress and the Senate. What would Jefferson, Washington, Franklin, and Adams think of the mess we have made of their inspired work?

I love the sound of my 4 wheeler running through the outdoors. I stay on trails for the most part, but how fun it is to have the wind rush past my body as I look for new horizons at every turn.

I love the sound of the Blue Angels as they fly not 100 yards over the top of the building I am working in. (After the initial shock). The men and women of our Military deserve our most sincere thanks. I fill with pride as I have watched these aeronauts practice over the last few days. What a cool job. What American ingenuity.

It is OK to think that I live in the best country in the world. Without this knowledge, I can't say that I would be able to have written the above statements.

Fly on, Men, Fly on!!!

Things that will kill me...

2010-07-21T13:46:00.000-07:00

My wife Marcy is what I would call ultra paranoid. OK - so she has seen things in my family's history that give her pause, but, COME ON! While I have my father's DNA in my system, I also have my mother's. Her Father just died 7 years ago having smoked most of his life - UN FILTERED CAMELS!

Her latest kick:

I just sit down after making myself a Chicken Nacho with all the toppings and maybe an extra dose of Sour Cream. She says in a very condescending voice, I may add, "I guess your tombstone will say 'he loved sour cream more than spending life with his family'".

I create a very good looking salad with both 1000 island and ranch dressing. 'he liked dressings more than spending life with his family'.

I make a bowl of ice cream with some syrup and nuts. 'he liked ice cream and toppings more than life with his family'

I get it. But, I am sick of it. It doesn't have the desired effect. It makes me instantly angry.

My lifestyle is nothing like my father's. I am not as overweight. I am very much more active. My blood pressure is lower - with exception of when I am being told I am going to eat myself to death. In short - even if I improve nothing about my habits, there is no guarantee I am going to die at 56 like my father. Even changing some habits can't guarantee I will make it to 44.

Do I have to make myself miserable to "prove my love" to my family and especially my wife?

I love her and my children more than life itself. But, a miserable me isn't fun to be around.

I guess that I will just start making some small changes and do what I can to try and be / eat more healthy. I don't want to leave her angry with me over some extra sour cream. I would prefer to go out of this life having lived it well. I hope Marcy will put on my tombstone.....

Here lies M. David Kestner. 'he liked having sex with his wife more than living life with her'. Now that would be the ultimate death!

Guys and their hobbies...

2010-07-17T09:48:00.000-07:00

I watch TV.

Well, I also watch movies, play xbox360, read books and blog. These are only a few of my normal, daily type hobbies. I really like trailer camping and riding my 4 wheeler. I don't do that nearly as often as I would like. We all have things that we do to make us happy.

Let's talk about what other's do.

This morning at 6:45 as I was leaving my home for work, I met some folks that I know coming back to the neighborhood dripping with sweat after what must have been a 30 mile bike ride. I once heard it said that people who run, bike and exercise are "adding 10 years to their life". I say, "Yes, but they are spending those ten years running!"

Moving on...

At about 7:20, I witnessed a young man floating in the lake north of Blackfoot, ID. His boat was just getting ready to take up the slack, and HIT IT! Out he came, on one ski, soaking wet and in the immediate wind made by his powerful boat. What dedication to his hobby! This dude is out in the lake before the temp was even over 70.

I guess the real trick is.... Find something you like to do, and do it! Maybe that skier had to go to work at 9:00. I know the bike riders are now (after about 2 years on a fitness kick) one of the hottest couples in our ward. Find your motivations, set your goals and go do it!

As for me, I am very much motivated to have a large bowl of Tillamook Chocolate Ice Cream, followed up with a movie tonight. I will be sure to accomplish that!

What motivates you? What are some of your hobbies?

I've discovered Pandora - the other one...

2010-07-15T08:06:00.000-07:00

As I sit at a desk for most of my day now, I have started doing things that I have never been able to do before.

Disclosure: I have gone through all of the proper steps to now know my job and computer system for my employer. I am in a sales driven business, and contrary to popular belief, we don't have customer's sitting in front of us every hour of every day. Also, because my integrity is important to me, you should also know that 90% of my income is tied to commissions, not a time clock. So - what I do at work is my business as long as I take care of my customer's when they are here!

As I was saying.... So, most days I get to look at all of my favorite blogs, check out the long and sometimes frivolous world of Facebook "Hey Jenny from high school that I haven't seen since graduation, you enjoy that Latte you are going to get for yourself and your BFF!" I check out business websites of competitors, our own website, etc. www.bishs.com (See, I told you I was at work!)

And then, one day, I was really bored. I realized that I needed some music. I had a friend tell me about www.pandora.com.

This website is cool. Basically, you create your own station. I am not sure how creating "Journey" station brought in all of the other "related" music that I have been able to obtain, but Pandora is "Smart". Journey music spawned other artists like Genesis, Survivor, Heart, Rush, etc. I can add other artists to my station - I added "The Who" Then Tom Petty songs started working into the mix as well as The Doors, Stones, Beatles. Then, some Coldplay song. What the Hell? The best part is the "thumbs down" icon. Click on that - No more Coldplay! Add Scorpions, get Metallica, Tesla, Ozzy added to the mix. Don't like Tesla, thumbs down 'em. You get the picture?

Ooooh, Speak to me/Breath by Floyd is playing right now. Run, Rabbit run! See? Cool stuff. So, if I could, I would light up a doobie and chill. Err, just kidding about the doobie.

Anyways, I am like a kid in a candy store.

Maybe this afternoon I will create a 80's hair metal station. Ooooh, the possibilities. I wonder if Mozart could have his own station......

Weekends - for what they are worth....

2010-07-08T09:16:00.000-07:00

Last Thursday, I brought our travel trailer to work with me. After work, I drove up to one of our favorite camping spots to make sure I would a have a spot to park over the holiday weekend. Got the best spot in the camp! Stayed the night there and commuted into work the next morning. (I was actually closer to work at Palisades than I am from my home.) And this would be a theme for the rest of the weekend. Best of both worlds, I say.

Saturday, Marcy brought the family up to get the trailer truly set up and get ready for the holiday weekend. I joined them after work, and we had a great campfire.

On Sunday, we woke up with our only intention being to drive into Jackson Hole, WY for the day. We got to Jackson just in time to see the street sweepers cleaning up all of the horse apples after the Independance Day parade. We walked the boardwalks around town for a bit, ate a very expensive McDonalds meal and decided to go see the Tetons. So, we drove north of Jackson and just kind of ended up at the south gate to Yellowstone Park.

Well, if you are that close, you really only have one option, right? So we entered the park and drove to Old Faithful. We caught the 5:23 showing of the geyser, toured the newly remodeled lodge and left for camp at about 5:45. At about 8:45, we arrived back to camp, and I set about BBQing the pork ribs that had been marinating. After a great meal, we all went to bed.

Monday am, I went in to work. After an un-eventful day at work, I went back up to Palasades. After dinner, I took Zach over to see Ben at Camp Little Lemhi with the troop. We stayed until well after dark and came back to our "camp".

Tuesday was my day off, and Zach and I went back over to Little Lemhi for the day. He earned his Indian Lore Merit badge, and got a partial on his leatherworking. We went back to our camp, ate dinner, and Marcy and the kids left for home. I stayed for one more night, and Wednesday, I hooked on to the trailer again and brought it to work with me. (Nice to work for an RV dealership.)

I guess that if you can't take a lot of time off in a row, make the most of it! I truly lived what I am selling. I look forward to more of the same at other times this summer. I am also glad summer finally arrived here.

what would dad think....

2010-06-20T11:55:00.000-07:00

I don't think that Fathers day is especially hard, but I can't help having Father's day without thinking of my own Father.

My father was born Michael Lee Hulett October 18, 1946. I suppose he was just like any infant. (His mother would probably say that he was "perfect"). I am sure he did his share of whining, fussing and pooping. Didn't we all? I just know he was a regular human being by birth right. My father had to "become" who he was. His life made him who I remember.

My grandmother, finding herself a young single mother of three, went on about her life working and schooling as hard as a single woman could in the early 1950's. I can't even begin to know what the stigma, prejudice and looks must have been like as she dutifully performed this task unselfishly. Sometime around the time dad was 10 or so, Grandma met a man by the name of Alvin Knight Kestner. They fell in love, married and shortly after, he legally and lovingly adopted my father, Kate and Holly. The good attributes my father had he most certainly learned from my loving, patient, grandfather. Thank God for Alvin Kestner!

In the mid to late 1960s, dad attended The Ohio State University and started diligently studying in the field of Pre-Med. This next part of the story is a little fuzzy, but somehow, dad ended up joining the Navy. He went to boot camp and then to "Corps School" to learn life saving medical techniques used in the theatre of War.

What isn't fuzzy is the fact that dad was stationed at the Navy Hospital in Bremerton, WA in the Spring / Summer of 1969. It was there that he met a young hotty - One Sandra K Weber (an officer) and Navy Nurse. They, (despite protocol) dated and fell in love. They married August 1st, 1969 and started their family quickly...... August 3rd, dad was deployed to Viet Nam.

I was born while he was at war, but I didn't know any better. My first memory of him was wearing a black (maybe dark navy blue) uniform and white hat. I remember seeing a good sized window behind him and it was overcast outside. Many memories would follow. I remember him "liking" the outdoors and he, my mother and my younger brother going on day hikes with home made picnic stuff. Dad made the best fried chicken! Mom, the best potato salad. We went camping at Oxbow park a few times when we lived in Portland Oregon.

In 1976/77, my father spent about 3 months in Seattle at the Police academy becoming a Clark County Deputy Sheriff. As a young boy, I was the coolest kid because of what my dad did for a living. As I got to be High School age, though, some of my rougher "acquaintances" didn't think it was so cool any more.

As I got involved with Boy Scouts, dad was there as often as career would allow as a dad or leader. I found out later in life that dad wasn't particularly fond of "camping", but I never would have known it as I do have many memories of camping with him in the scouts. The 2 years I went to scout camp, 1983 and 1984, dad made a showing for each week. At Camp Meriwether, I still can picture in my mind coming around the trail about 100 yards from my campsite on my way to dinner and running into dad walking (panting) up "cardiac hill" with a "Glad" trash bag with his stuff in it. I was very excited to have him there. I walked him to the campsite, and then we showed up late for dinner.

Dad was the life of the party at both camps - he could tell a good story, and I think he "got" young men. We all enjoyed his company. I enjoyed having "my dad" at camp with me.

Dad was often swift to be "Judge, Jury and Executioner" when it came to our discipline, but he always made sure that afterwards, we had a good long talk and we kids all knew that he loved us. I never doubted it...

While I was out of country, dad went to school part time to obtain his Master's degree in psychology. It took him several years, but his perseverance did pay off. His last years as a Police Officer, he spent as a D.A.R.E. officer working with 5th and 6th graders teaching them about drugs and alcohol. He retired from being a Police Officer in early 2000.

In July 2000, Dad suffered a debilitating stroke. He would never be the same again in this life. We were all very blessed that dad didn't ever truly lose his intellect due to the stroke. We were all blessed to have him in our lives for three more years. I lost my Father July 23, 2003, when he followed the light back to Heavenly Father.

I am truly blessed to have been able to have had him in my life for 33 years. That is a blessing of being an older child.

My wife was blessed to know what it feels like to having a loving father because she knew my father.

All of my children can remember him - Alex truly misses him.... I miss him too.

Dad, if you are in a place where you can see, hear or perceive my feelings, know that I Love You. Thank you for all that you have done for me in my life. Thank you for being the Husband, Father, Brother, Grandfather and Son that you were! Happy Father's day pops!

life in the R.V. business...

2010-06-17T19:35:00.000-07:00

Well hello everybody, nice seeing you again! It has been a while since I have posted anything, so thought I would give an update.

First of all, R.V. stands for Recreational Vehicle. So, they are not considered a necessety, but you would be surprised by how many people we see every day. I would guess that our 4 sales people meet with about three sets of customer's each and every day. That means I look at the ability to buy a R.V. atleast 12 -15 times a day. If they qualify, it is my job to get them financing options. When they do decide to buy, I do all of the paperwork with them, coordinate funding through the banks / credit unions, and process the paperwork to our controler who sets up accounts payable / receivable and coordinates service.

I am lucky that at least at the moment, I enjoy working with everybody I am in contact with. The company is well respected, and has a great presence in the community. Things are going well. It remains to be seen if it will be a profitable venture, but to date, things are going well.

Thanks for all of the well wishes...

Marcy is OK

2010-06-10T17:03:00.000-07:00

Today, I felt as helpless as I have ever felt. At 1205 pm, I watched as my wife was carted off with a stranger to go have a minor surgery. (Minor only in the fact that it is considered "day surgery"). I think the hour I waited was as long as an hour has ever taken to go by. But, the Dr. soon found me in the waiting room and let me know that Marcy was doing fine and that the surgery went well. I am grateful for that!

It gave me a moment to reflect what life could be like without her. I don't even want to go there right now, but I just learned that life is fleeting sometimes...

Thank you to Marcy's friend and Visiting Teacher, Lois Bailey for also being there prior to (in fact she drove Marcy to the hospital), and there also when Marcy got out of the recovery room. Great to have good friends. Crystal, Lois' daughter also stopped by and brought some pretty carnations. Thanks again! Tonight, Melissa Thompson is bringing dinner - I hear it is Mexican! What a blessing to have people care about Marcy, despite her husband!!!

A carefully chosen path...?

2010-06-01T07:18:00.000-07:00

As I have eluded, there are some changes coming in the Kestner household. These new ideas and career thoughts have been in the works for awhile, but now is the time to act on them.

Many of you know that Marcy is finishing up her schooling and will be looking for and/or has found work working as a medical coder. There is no illusion that she will be making dynamite money out of the gate, but the opportunity is there, and she has found something that she will enjoy doing.

Many of you also know that I have done construction related work for all but 2 1/2 years of my married life. I have loved my career until recently. The economy has taken a downturn, receivables have been a pain to collect and payables have been a stretch to pay. Add to this mix that my body is starting to break down, and we have a recipe for hard times. I do not heal like I did when I was younger, and my body is always in pain due to soreness and such. I have had some employees over the last few years off and on, but having them do the "heavy lifting" has left me with more headache in management and less productivity due to the lack of lead flow. I am not blaming The President, Congress, customers, employees or anyone else - I am just stating the facts as they pertain to me.

Marcy has been urging me to do something else for awhile now. She doesn't want to be married to an old broken down goat in a few years and with divorce out of the question, I have to give my body a rest.

I have found it difficult to "move up" within the Costco structure as Costco policy places a large amount of weight on seniority. To get into a job responsibility there that would pay well enough to call Costco my career as well as work full time could take 4-6 years. I don't have that kind of time to wait. Too bad I didn't take the opportunity to work for them back when I was graduating high school - they are a great company to work for.

At any rate, I have been looking for a good career choice that can pay the bills, while letting my body take a break. I have had 2 resumes out for about a month now and have interviewed for 2 positions. I was number 2 for the first interview I had. Then, my phone rang from a company that I didn't expect. I had talked to the local manager about one opportunity, but the call came from the main store in Idaho Falls regarding a job opportunity I didn't expect. I interviewed the next day and was offered the job the day after that. Negotiations have been pleasant, and I feel that the company has given me a fair pay plan.

They see in me a sincere person with a hard work ethic. I see a lot of faith from them offering me the Business Manager / Assistant Sales Manager position at Bish's RV in Idaho Falls. I was a customer first and frankly that is when they started looking at me.

....Let the adventure begin......

Bish's RV Sales is the #1 retailer of Jayco trailers in the region and also one of the largest RV dealers in general in Idaho. 2010 has proven to be an "up" year for RV purchases regionally, and now is a good time to go back into retail sales. I will have to earn the respect of the sales staff from a position of management, which will be a challenge, but I look forward to working in the financing world once again. I believe that Bish's is an ethical company - if they hadn't been, I would not be a customer, let alone an employee. I will be starting this new life June 5th.

Closing my construction operations will be a bittersweet moment. I still have some loose ends to tie up before I am completely out. Thanks be to all of my past paying customers. Thank you to Costco for working with me and my schedule.

I am grateful for this opportunity to learn and grow.

There you have it - let the grumblings begin!

I'll tell ya when I can!

2010-05-25T14:43:00.000-07:00

For those of you that have patience issues, I am responding to some of the comments I have seen on this blog. I am not meaning to leave you hanging, but due to contract language, I can't go into details on what is coming. Just know that it is time to start using my brain, knowledge and management skills vs. my tired, failing body. I will be able to make a general announcement after Memorial Day as per contract! It's good. I promise!

something in the air

2010-05-21T06:13:00.000-07:00

Some exciting things are coming to the Kestner household! I can't go into detail at the moment, but I will say that the end of the tunnel seems brighter now. I just hope it isn't the headlight of a train!!!

... and then, Marcy got me....

2010-05-15T06:40:00.000-07:00

The next two years were interesting. I was in the MTC for about 10 days when I received my first care package from Marcy. As I recall, there was a red skinny tie, some books about missionary work, and a quick note. That started the "Campaign". Over the next 2 years, we would correspond by mail about 22 times back and forth. Marcy staying aloof and being generic and supportive, me writing about my adventures in England.

In my first area, I had learned that Marcy had moved to Orem, UT. I had a flat mate who was going home. I asked him to hand deliver a cassette tape that I had made for her. I asked him to "return and report" and let me know if she was "waiting" for me. I will let Marcy tell you that story, but to say that it had a dramatic impact would be understating the fact.

After I had been out a little over a year, I decided to write an emotional letter asking for Marcy to share her feelings for me. The next letter I received let me know that she was not interested in sharing her feelings with me. I sent back a letter telling her that I just wanted to know. In that letter I wrote something to the effect of "That I could always find other prospects willing to share their feelings". That was the last letter sent between us for about 4 months..... Whoops!

In September of 1991, the letters started trickling in again, and we re-established a healthy regimen of platonic letters and correspondence. As the time got closer for me to be done with my mission, the letter frequency increased on both of our parts. Then, at my last zone conference, I received a "care package" from her and in it, "The holy grail" of a missionary. I opened it up in the chapel and wrapped in bubble wrap was a "HOT" posed photo of Marcy. (It was her best senior pose.) An Elder came up behind me and said "Whoah - who is that?" I sat there with the wind knocked out of me and said... "I believe, my future wife". I can't remember what else was sent, in my mind it didn't really matter. I had the beautiful smile of my future spouse to look at when ever I needed a fix!

January 28, 1992, I finally made my way home from Manchester, England - Chicago-O'hare - Denver - Salt Lake City - Reno - Portland. (The flight was free - so I shouldn't complain.) I was the last one off the plane - for effect. My family was there and a few friends from my YSA ward. No Marcy. "She must be working" I told myself. I found out that my Stake President wasn't available to release me until the next evening, so I had 24 hours to "hang" at home and re-acclimate myself to having a family. That evening, my family and I met with President Shriner and I was officially released. On the way home, we stopped at Safeway to grab some ice cream to celebrate.

When we got home, there was a red Toyota Corolla in the driveway. I didn't recognise the car. My dad said "wait here", I'll go check it out. Then he called from the door - "All clear!" So we all walked in nonchalant like. When I walked in the door, my jaw dropped, and my heart leaped. There standing before me in a form fitting black dress with gold buttons, was.....Marcy!

My world, from that day forward was changed forever. To say that I wasn't ready for the meeting yet would be putting it mildly. Marcy was nervous, I was scared to death! I had to excuse myself to the back bathroom and wash my face with water and do a lot of self talk in the mirror. I was a wreck! Out in the family room, my little sisters were all just staring and smiling at Marcy. My dad said later, he was afraid that she was going to "bolt". After about half an hour, I was composed enough to do more than just stand there. We sat and made nice. Finally, we decided to get away - to the convenience store at the freeway, which had some tables and booths. Nice, huh? We talked for a bit and I told her I was not ready for her yet and that I had some "exploration" left to do. She took me back to my house and we talked some more. At about midnight, she made me close my eyes and receive a gift from her. She presented me with a cross stitch of my mission complete with all of my areas in it. It was a beautiful labor of love.

Then.....We kissed. Sweet, wet and long! At that point, I was hers. Hook, line and sinker!

I never partook of my celebratory ice cream. I didn't care.

It was 6 days later that I asked Marcy to marry me. After a whirlwind engagement of 3 1/2 months, on May 15th, 1992, we started our eternity together.

Happy 18th anniversary Marcy. I love you more today than I did yesterday, but not as much as I will tomorrow!

.....got her in my sights....

2010-05-13T21:16:00.000-07:00

OK, so I left off with Marcy and I not on such great terms. And for the record, I was a selfish ass at the ski mountain, and I know it.

There was official phone silence as well as social silence between Marcy and I for the next few weeks..... then it happened. Out of the blue, Marcy called me and asked me if I would consider coming to her home and having dinner. She was going to make one of her mother's famous lasagne's and needed someone to share it with. (I am paraphrasing here, but she really did say something like that.)

The day came, and I found myself running late from my second job, and showed up about 45 minutes late for the dinner and not having a 15 pound "brick" phone to call her on, she waited patiently - not knowing if I was actually going to show up. (Her mother also.) Upon arrival, she met me at the door and invited me in with a sweet smile and pleasant attitude despite my tardiness. We sat down to a well balanced meal of Lasagne (very good), salad and bread. I don't remember dessert, but I believe we had something - maybe jello with cool-whip? Anyways, her mother visited with us for a while, and then excused herself to her bedroom leaving Marcy and I alone to talk. And talk, we did!

At about midnight, I called my folks to let them know I was OK. About 2:30, I decided I needed to head for home. The time flew as Marcy and I had our very first real heart to heart discussion. We covered everything from favorite foods to favorite movie actors. I also took the time to apologize for my behavior on the ski trip. The methods of our communication improved by 90% that evening, and I finally left feeling fulfilled and understood. I believe we both felt that way.

It finally came time for me to start saying goodbye to friends and family as I was getting close to my Feb. 7, 1990 departure date for my mission. Those last few weeks went by so fast with either work or preparations, I didn't have a social life at all. On the last Sunday before I left, my family had an "open house" at the Woodland, WA building for all who wanted to come. About 15 of my YSA ward friends came and Marcy came with her mother. That was a whirlwind day and I recall my mother being very perplexed by all of the "girls" in attendance. "All friends", I made it plain to her. It's because of all of the new faces that my mother doesn't remember meeting Marcy that day.

There was a fireside that night that I attended, and I was able to say goodbye to everybody else I hadn't already seen that day. Marcy had come to the FS with some friends who conveniently abandoned her so that I would "have" to take her home. Which was good because she had another "gift" she had left at home that she needed to give me.

At her house, I opened a gift of a white shirt (very popular gift that Christmas as well), and for the first time saw this fine young lady shed a tear. She told me she was proud of me. She told me that she would miss me. She told me that she would write when she could, but that she expected to keep herself busy with school and work. She also told me that 2 years was a long time, and that she didn't know where her mind would be by the time I returned home, but that she would always be supportive of my mission responsibility.

And then,..... We kissed for the first time. Passionate, yet innocent. Guarded, yet passionate. We found ourselves talking (off and on) for the next few hours about future plans and goals. I didn't know mascara could run so far down a cheek and then onto a satin, sapphire blue dress. This young woman had my attention as well as my heart.

Then, we kissed for the last time. Sweetly, innocently.

I came away that evening knowing that Marcy was going to fit into a future of mine in some way. I came away knowing that she had a very sharp intellect. This woman intellectually challenged me, and inspired me to be a better person. All of the things that I wasn't, she was.

She never, however, told me she loved me. I had a hard time with that.

I left on my mission two days later. I was free to serve and do what was expected of me. I really had no expectations. I was able to focus on my mission. That was her plan. That was my plan. And it worked, mostly.........

.... the chase.....

2010-05-13T07:45:00.000-07:00

It was some time in November that I received my mission call. My first call was to Bishop Weaver. Then extended family. I wanted to tell my YSA friends in person, so at FHE, I made the announcement like so many before me had. Then, at a dance in Lake Oswego was able to announce to Marcy my call in person. It was the first time we had "touched" each other in any form other than dancing. I took her by both hands and said "I have been called to the England Coventry Mission". I believe she said "That's wonderful - wanna dance?" Our hands dropped, and we did dance.

From that point on, I would only describe our relationship as perplexing. Marcy made sure to always have friends around her when she went to dances. It also seemed that she started working more hours and didn't make it out socially much anymore. No rides to dances and firesides. Not feeling well. She will probably say that I am being over dramatic here, but this is what I recall. I started to take excuses away and made the trip to Longview several times to pick her up for activities and returned her home afterwards. (Her mother was kind of possessive of her car.) I started to believe that she didn't like me. Then, around Christmas time (before), she surprised me at a fireside locally and showed up. She pulled me aside and took me into a vacant room. She reached into her bag and sweetly said "Santa dropped this off at my house a little early. You believe in Santa, right?" I said "Uh, yeah." I opened up the box and there it was. A Turquoise colored, skinny 1980's tie. Cool. I needed more ties. The thought was very well received. I was starting to get it. She also invited me up to her house for Christmas evening. I was excited to go. It was then that I met my future sister in law and her Husband Dave. (It is noteworthy that Tracey was about 7 months pregnant with my first nephew, Enoch.) It was kind of awkward as we didn't really have alot to talk about as a group, but a nice evening all the same.

The next time I saw Marcy was at the New Years Eve dance at the Memorial Coliseum. A local band played current top 40 and there were a ton of people there. I know I danced alot with girls from the singles ward, as they knew I would be leaving soon. I also remember dancing with Marcy a few times as well. And, one of her "good" friends. (Sent from Satan)! That's another story. My last dance of the evening was with Marcy!

After the last dance, an announcement was made about a "YSA ski trip" at Timberline. Marcy announced that she didn't know how to ski, but wanted to go if I went. We made arrangements, and I was to drive her up to the mountain. The YSA leader had some connections to a cabin on the mountain, and there were some "old chaperone's" there to keep all of our raging hormones under wraps.

We went up the Friday evening before and were there to get a fresh start the next day.

What do a bunch of 18 - 30 year olds do for fun when you remove alcohol? Play games. There were several board games set up throughout, but I wanted to play a game called Murder. I can't remember the game exactly, but it was a game in a circle on the floor where at several times, there was a mad rush for a bunch of spoons in the center. Like musical chairs I think. At any rate, Marcy tried for a spoon and got creamed by the pile. She got the wind knocked out of her for sure, and really didn't have much gusto for staying up too late after that one.

The next day, early, we all got up and went skiing. I can definitely confirm - Marcy in fact "Could not Ski" While she took her lesson, I went skiing with the grown ups. When I came back down after the lessons were over, I found her sitting on her butt about half way down the bunny hill scooching her bottom along to just try to make it to the chair lift back up to the top of the bunny hill. I swooshed on down and tried to help her to her feet. She didn't want to. She wanted to go home. She was deflated and depressed. And I did the thing that came naturally. I tried to teach her how to ski..... for about 5 minutes. Then I did the other thing that came naturally. I was an Ass! I told her to make her way to the lift by carrying her skis, and that I would come back and find her at the lodge. After about 3 or 4 more runs, I checked at the lodge and found her sitting there on a bench outside with another failed skier from our group. I asked her what she wanted to do and she said "I probably have a cracked rib from last night, I can't ski, and I want to go home!" So, I replied "OK - I will ski a few more runs, come and get you and we can go." Off I went and an hour or so later, I returned..... and we left.

To say the trip home to Longview was not good would be an understatement. It was mostly silent. I felt bad for not taking her injury seriously, but also felt that my last ski trip before my mission was important too. Boy, did I have alot to learn. I dropped her off at her door, got her gear in, had the most pathetic "hug" of a lifetime, and drove off furious! All reading this know that this is not how the story ends, but it would be safe to say that at this point, the Chase was over.....

when David met Marcy....

2010-05-12T09:10:00.000-07:00

This Saturday, May 15, I will have been married to Marcy 18 years. Not a round number yet, or a milepost for that matter, but definitely noteworthy.

I'd like to take this time to put a few reflective thoughts on my life partner and spouse.

I remember the first time I saw her. It was at an undecorated gymnasium at a young adults dance in Hillsboro, Oregon. She was trying her best to keep up with a taller (larger) man doing gyrating 1980's dance moves. She looked a bit distressed, and I was looking for a way out of a dramatic love triangle. I couldn't help but want to come to her aid if at all possible. The song ended, but the dude didn't move on. I started towards her, but at that point she had made herself an excuse or something and got away on her own - also away from me. So, I waited. When she came back into the dance area, gyrating dude started towards her again as a slower song came on. I gracefully raced to her first and asked her to dance. Her first words ever to me were "Thank you - his eyes kept rolling back in his head". I know - romantic, huh? My first words were something like "Uh, my name is David... David Kestner - What's your name?" Smooth, right? Anyways, we danced a few more songs, and then we moved on. I can't recall if I asked her to dance again that night, but remember commenting that I went to most of the bi-regional dances as long as I wasn't working and would look for her again in the future. She said she would do the same.

Flash forward one week.....The next time I saw Marcy was at a well attended dance in Portland, Oregon. I kid you not when I say that I could have been 10 feet away from her and not seen her, there were so many people at this dance - but, it was easy to find her due to the "shaft of light" that shown upon her this evening. I saw her from across the room, and spent the next few songs making my way towards her. We met somewhere in the middle of the floor and danced a few songs. At that point, we made an agreement that we would always save a dance for one another if we attended the same dances in the future. That was fine by me. I was there with a friend who like me had to get up early in the morning the next day and we left before the dance was over.

Marcy and I kept this coy relationship up for a few more weeks until at one dance, I found Marcy alone in the hall looking at some artwork. I approached her and asked her what she was thinking. Her response "it's beautiful". If I had been a cheesy pick up artist, I may have said "Why yes I am". Instead, I asked her why she wasn't dancing. She replied "Justin, my ex boyfriend is here". I then said something like, "want me to beat him up? or Show him your new boyfriend" or maybe I was just thinking that. At any rate, that evening I got her home and work phone number and invited her to a fireside at the Vancouver West Stake Center the next evening. She said she thought she had to work, but would see if she could get off early.

The next day after church, I drove to Longview, WA to her work (JC Penny) to give my invitation in person to her again in front of her boss. (The one who could decide if she could get off a little early.) I don't know if that move worked, but, I was sitting next to Marcy at the fireside that evening.

Her smell was intoxicating. She wore Xia Xiang (I called it Zing Zing). Her hair, long, blond, loose and flowing. Her eyes, depending on her mood and colors she wore were a cross between green and blue. But - her smile. That smile could light up a room. That evening, I could see clearly for the first time. That evening, as I followed her to the gas station to help her put gas into her mother's Pontiac LaMans, I told myself that I definitely wanted to write to her while I was on my mission.

There was something about the sweet innocence of this beautiful young lady. There was an intrigue to her ability to stay very aloof and treat me as "just another guy". I was shocked when after meeting her many more times at dances, going to firesides and sitting next to each other, and doing this for 4 - 6 weeks, we weren't "dating". Could have fooled me. THE CHASE WAS ON!

I found out later that she didn't want to complicate things as I was leaving on a mission in the next few months, so wanted to keep the relationship "just friends". It would be several years before I found out what she really thought of me.......

Mother's Day

2010-05-09T18:11:00.000-07:00

I am not alone in saying that I have a mother. Everyone drawing breath does. These are some of the reasons I am thankful for my own special mother.

I was born March 14, 1970 to Sandra K. Weber Kestner as her first child. My mother was single at the time of my birth due to the unfortunate circumstances of my father's deployment to VietNam. So, having been born early - (the exact amount of weeks or days are still up for debate in the family), my mother spent my first 4 or 5 months as my singular constant nurturer. (Not to discount my Aunt Holly who came out to the Naval base to help for a few weeks). My mother witnessed my first roll over, my first push up, my first poop in my diaper, and probably several sleepless nights. When my father returned home from the war, she made sure that I looked my best and was there to be seen by a proud papa.

I can't imagine what that reunion must have been like, but I am sure that it was sweet.

As I grew, my mother was good at making sure that my outfits matched (or at least looked good for the early to mid '70's), my hair was clean and cropped, and that I always felt loved. She is /was a gifted seamstress and made alot of our early clothes.

My early teachers in school probably all still have in their possession the handmade doilies that she made them as thank you gifts for being my teacher.

My mother taught all of her children early on, the arts of crochet and such. For many years of my early childhood, I recall making handmade gifts for Christmas presents to Grandmothers, aunts and other special people in our lives. Does anybody still have the hot pot holders I made? Thank my mother.

As Cub Scouts came around for me and my younger brothers, my mother stepped in as a leader and took all of the training required to make our cub scouting experience as good as it could be. After a time, she was recognised as a very good Den Leader and was asked to be on the District's training team. As a trainer, she was responsible for teaching other new leaders how to be good Cub Scout leaders. A while later, she was asked to be the Council's training coordinator. She spent hours on behalf of young boys throughout the Portland Metro area. If you were a Cub Scout from about 1980 to 1990, chances are, your leaders would have been influenced by ideas of my mother. I can't remember the exact year, but about the time she was lessening her responsibilities to Cub Scouts, she was recognised as the winner of the District "Person of the Year" (I can't remember what the award was actually called - but it was a big deal.) Then, finally, she was nominated and approved to receive the "Silver Beaver" award. This award is almost the highest honor a scouting volunteer can receive. I know that she is still to this day very proud of this achievement. And she should be.

As my Scouting became more difficult, she saw to it that both my brother and I were involved in a good troop of scouts - one that was active and had a great program. In this case, it meant that in the early 80's with gas prices rising, she drove us about 20 miles to our troop meetings at the Family of Christ Lutheran Church in Felida, WA. She never saw it as a sacrifice - it was what she expected from herself.

As I grew, mom was always there to lend a word or two of encouragement and really, I could talk to her about almost anything. Some of my deepest regrets were that I didn't always show her the respect that she deserved.

I still remember some of the poignant talks that we had together as I was getting ready to go on my mission. She was always quick to bear testimony of her beliefs and for a time, her testimony was enough to carry me through my doubts.

My parents were never wealthy, but I was one of the richest, luckiest kids I knew - my mother would sacrifice heaven and earth to make sure that I had what I needed. Time, energy and frankly a Taxi service to get me to where I needed to be.

As I have started my own family, my mother's roll has changed more to that of Grandmother - I think she likes that roll best. My children love to be with their Grandma Sandy. She is cool. When she is here, she has no fear of learning our little town of Pocatello - and running them where they need to be or want to be. I have NO reservations of leaving my children in her care. She will bake for them, cook for them and give them all of the love and attention neither my wife or I can due to us also being authority figures in their lives. In other words, she spoils them ROTTEN!

I would actually have it no other way.

If this blog post has made you believe that growing up with my mother was pure bliss, you missed the point. She is human and has her shortcomings as well. She did have to discipline and act as gate guard, too. Life was not always grand, but we did always know that she loved us.

I love my mother and am grateful for her.

Happy Mother's Day, Mom!