AJ Learns About the First Vision

Unfortunately, my computer is having issues and so I will not be able to share with you my fun weekend travels. I will however share with you a story…

Today for Family Home Evening we showed AJ the picture of the First Vision and we asked him to identify the people in it. The first one he got without hesitation, Jesus Christ. The second one took a bit longer, but he was able to identify Heavenly Father. The last one was tricky however and it took a lot of thinking. Seeing the light turn on in his head he said, “I got it! It Amen!!Amen!!” So there you go Heavenly Father, Jesus Christ, and Amen (just in case you were wondering).

San Manuel Pow Wow 2010

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Every year at  my alma matter Cal. State San Bernardino the San Manuel Band of Mission Indians have a big pow wow. We have gone a few times before, it always makes for a fun day. Our favorite part is that of the parade of nations.

The first person to come in is the eagle staff bearer:

The eagle staff is like a flag and represents the native american nation (in this case it was San Manuel).

It is held by someone of honor from the community. After that comes the flag bearers. The US flag comes in first followed by the native american nation’s flag, and in this case representation from various armed services.

 Along with the flags comes in the court of honor:


After the flag song come the fun part when all the dancers start poring into the arena. First come the elders, then the adults, then the teens, and finally the tiny tots.

This particular pow wow had over 500 dancers so it took quite awhile. After watching the procession we went and checked out all the booths. My favorite booth is the fry bread booth:

Webster wasn’t a very native name to me but neither is fry bread, so it is all good. Well, sort of is not Native American. What happened is back when the Native Americans were forced onto reservations they could no longer hunt and were therefore given rations of flour, lard, and grain. Making the best of it, Native American women invented fry bread. I call it a WAPAN (Weapon for Agressive yet Passive American Natives). It tastes really good, but it is loaded with calories (think fried donut on steroids):

If that wasn’t bad enough, I was also introduced to an Indian Dog. Basically, it was a hot dog wrapped in fry bread, crazy.
As far as my links to Native Americans I have to say I have none. In fact looking at my ancestory it isn’t very politically correct that I even go to a pow wow, but it was ok because apparently Native Americans have a good sense of humor. As evidenced by these to pictures I took. The first one is of a little guy selling a cowboys and indian shooting set.

The next was of a t-shirt seller located right next to the food vendors.

Anyhow, joking aside it was very fun, but it started to get very hot.

AJ gave us the “I wanna leave so I am not moving now” position so we knew it was time to go home. Anyhow, it was a very fun and cheap outing. All we had to do was pay for food, and that wasn’t that bad.

A Little Rainy Day Fun

It’s been rainy and dreary for the past couple of days, so we found a little extra fun.

Which eventually came to it’s logical conclusion….

However, shaving cream cleans up quick…

and soon we were ready for lunch (and naps)!

Denise’s Spider Bread

To understand this story you need to know that Denise really likes shopping at this Spanish grocery store called Cardenas. Denise primarily likes going there because she knows she can get good deals on produce. Only problem is she can’t often read what she is buying because it is mostly in Spanish. Anyhow, so she comes home after shopping and she tells me “I bought this cool spider bread!” I thought to myself, what the heck is she talking about?!

So I tell her “What are you talking about? Mexicans don’t eat spider bread.”

She responded “Oh yes they do, what is that word for spider again?”

“Arana,” I respond.

 “No, no it starts with a C,” she says.

 I am now really intrigued, because I know that there is nothing in the Mexican language that starts with C and has anything to do with a spider. So I respond, “let’s see this spider bread of yours.” So she shows me this:

It immediately becomes clear to me and I say, “you didn’t buy spider bread, you bought Calavera bread.”

“Yes, that’s it!” Denise exclaims.

“Calavera means skeleton, it’s supposed to resemble a skelton head and bones,” I say. I further explain to her that this traditional bread is supposed to be an offering for the dead and that people typically eat it as part of a picnic at the gravesite of a loved one that has passed on.

“Well, it looks more like a spider, they should call it spider bread,” Denise responds.

Long story short soon most of the bread was gone.

Naming rights aside, we both agree that it was a nice treat. Happy soon to be Dia de los Muertos!

AJ’s Favorite


In case you needed further proof of how much Denise means to AJ I give you the following story…
Denise was heading up a food storage fair at the church in San Bernardino and on the way to the fair she dropped AJ off at the babysitter. Since Denise needed to stay at the fair it was my job to pick up AJ at the babysitter. When I got to the babysitter sans Denise, AJ was not happy, and he let me know it. All the way home I was serenaded to the chord of “I want mommy!” Nothing I can think of to say will calm him down. I tried offering treats if he was quiet, I threatened to punish him with going to his room, you know the drill. By the time we got home neither of us was a happy camper (mind you it only takes 10 minutes to get home from the babysitter). Anyhow, we get home and AJ is still not happy, so I say to AJ “if you don’t go to sleep, you wont wake up, and if you don’t wake up you wont see mommy in the morning.” Never mind the absurdity of that statement, but straight as an arrow AJ went to bed, pulled up the covers, and that was it. I didn’t hear a peep from him after that. Oh well, I guess I can’t blame him that much, I am never happy when Denise isn’t home either.

Cool Shoes

This is AJ last month.  We were at the church, sorting clothing for the clothing give away.  AJ found these cool shoes, the coolest part of which is that he could put them on himself.  (You can tell he did this because you can see that they’re on the wrong feet.) 

AJ loves shoes he can put on by himself.  Besides girls’s mary janes, this includes the too big hand me downs from an older boy at church and the cheap crocs knock-offs I bought earlier in the summer.

Have Fun!

Sick Day

Sick Day the AJ way

AJ isn’t feeling well today; for the past couple of days he’s had a cold.  (Runny nose, cough, lethargic)  This is a photo I took this morning with my phone of a sick day the AJ way.  By the way, the movie he’s intent on is, Big Fat Liar, a kid’s movie gem from 2002.  Look for it in the dollar section of your local video place.

P.S. This is only one of about 10 pictures that I finally moved from my phone to the computer.  Look for more “every day” posts in the next couple of days.  –Denise

Tubac, Arizona

So you decided you’re crazy and want to actually see how south you can go in Arizona. Well, then this is the post for you! Ok, here’s the story… As described earlier I was escaping a BYU football game and so I went to a mine museum in Sahaurita. Having missed the tour I had a lot of time on my hands. The mine museum was nice, but let’s face it, you can only read so much about rocks (unless of course your a Geologist, but I am not). Not really knowing what to do I decided to head south. At about mile marker 50, I started to notice two things: one, the terrain was getting surprisingly greener and all the license plates one the road were from Sonora, Mexico. For those not in the know, Sonora, Mexico is a state in Mexico just south of Arizona. If Sonora doesn’t sound familiar to you all I can say is that you don’t read the news much. So it was also at this time that I came to three more conclusions: 1) I didn’t have my passport with me, 2) I was driving a California plated car, and 3) I had just passed my 10th heavily armored distinctive green border patrol car. Not sure what to do at this point I decided I should probably turn tail and retreat, but then I saw this sign:

So it was at the sight of really shiny signs I decided to ignore my better judgement and pull over. In doing so I saw this:

That’s right pots… Lots of them… They were really pretty pots…

My favorite ones were these:

Despite all the pots the town was eerily empty. Just a lot of artists stalls and a few confused tourists. Apparently, the state of Arizona had anticipated this might happen and so I also saw this:

Reading more signs I found this:

For those with Spanish deficiencies, it reads “Ancient Plaza of Mexico Tubac” (I bet you could have guessed that on your own, but I like translating). It turns out that the sign has some backing to it. Tubac Arizona was established in 1752, making it one of the oldest European establishments in the region. Not sure what the significance of that last sentence is, but I will say if you like colorful pots then Tubac is the place for you.
Slowly coming back to my senses I decided to get back on the road and head north, but then I saw this sign:

As I slowly approached (they make you drive really slow) the Border Patrol Check Point I noticed that they were not stopping any Arizona plated cars, too bad I was driving a California plated car. It wasn’t too bad. In fact, as far as being interviewed by heavily armed men I would have to say these were the nicest I have ever met. My conversation with them was rather brief, basically it went something like this: (I roll down my driver side window)
“Hello,” says the border patrol inspector.
“Hello, Good Afternoon,” I respond.
“On your way sir,” he instructs.
Luckily, I didn’t fit the look of a crazy drug smuggler (and I am glad I didn’t because those dogs didn’t look like Lassie). The experience was very surreal to me, I kind of understand why this is necessary, but I am not sure I would want to go that way again, it was a bit weird and a little too intense for me in my tourism mode hat. Seems like something more fit for the Ben Clark Training Center at work.

Sahaurita, Arizona: ASARCO Mineral Mine

I am going to start out this blog post by saying that I realize that Arizona has had a lot of difficulties lately. Between a massive state budget cut and controversial legislation the state of Arizona tourism has been reeling. When we were able to get a $30 dollar (tax included) hotel room in Phoenix I knew that tourism in Arizona was hurting. Even so, this is not an excuse for the Arizona State Tourism Board not to update their website. I am not sure if they are going to update it soon, but for right now, my advise is to use it only for ideas of what to do and not detailed information.

That said, I will now talk about one of my little adventures yesterday. Yesterday there was a BYU game. I am not really into BYU games and not that it usually matters much. Unless, your staying at the Jackmans, then it matters, and so I found myself needing to flee the Jackman house. So I decided to take a random road trip. Knowing about the mine tour I started wandering in that direction and first found this:

You would think there wouldn’t be much to do in the desert, but like me you’d be wrong. Coming into town is was very hard to miss the sign for the ASARCO Mineral Mine Tour.

Further wandering the Arizona State Tourism Board I found out during the summer the tours are held every Saturday. It wasn’t until I got there however that I found out that the last tour leaves at 3:30PM. The site is open however until 5PM, but seeing as how I had missed the tour I had to settle for the secondary greeters.

I don’t know what the deal with these guys were, but they were wondering the grounds freely.

ASARCO stands for American Smelting and Refining Company. It is a relatively established company (started in 1899), but despite the meaning behind the acronym, it is anything but American. The land itself is technically not American, it belongs to the Tohono O’ohodam Indian Reservation. The company used be all American owned, but in 1975 it changed it’s official name to just ASARCO when it was acquired by Grupo Mexico, it is now a 49% Mexican owned company.

I didn’t get to go on the tour but I did walk the grounds a bit. Walking across the grounds you will find various pieces of mining equipment. Some of these items are new and some of them were old. Releasing my inner two yearold I gravitated towards the big truck.

I say this truck is big, but it is really hard to understand how big this truck is without a point of reference.

Inside the museum you will find various displays and videos describing the process of copper mining. Being one of the largest copper mining operations in the US, it is kind of interesting. I wouldn’t call it a deal breaker to go to Sahaurita, but if your passing by and you have the time it could be a fun few hours. It is free to go inside the museum and walk the grounds, but the tour costs $8. For more information visit their website at http://www.asarco.com/AMDC/home.html .

A Bedtime Story

I am in Arizona for a few days visiting my nieces and nephews. I have been in Arizona only one day but I have already heard 6.5 bedtime stories (Taylor’s bedtime story only counts as half because it only consisted of “shhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh”). This has however stirred enough creativity within me to create a short bedtime story of my own. So without further ado here is what I am calling “A Bedtime Story”….
There once was boy name BK and he lived in a little blue room with a little blue blue bed.

As one can see BK was a for the most part a happy boy, but he had a little problem.

You see his bed was too small. What was BK to do?! He called in his magic mommy and she found that not only was BK’s bed too small, but it had holes in it too!

Magic mommy could fix many things, but she could not fix this problem. Knowing this made poor little BK sad.

Just then came a magical piggy.

The magical piggy said “don’t get all wiggly, just make a magic wishy.”
Just then a new bed arrived. It’s fit was just right.

“Oh my goodness!” declared BK. “My fairy Godmother must of heard my wish!” Indeed she had, and even though BK was as bright as can be, she even threw in a magic lamp for the magic piggy.

And so it came to be that BK got a new bed and the magic piggy got a new magic lamp, and of course all three of them lived: Happily Ever After. THE END.

I would like to add a disclaimer to this story to let you know that the characters in this story were real and implied and grossly based on real and actual events. No animals were harmed in the making of this story, unless of course you count the brute’s thumb who may or may not have put together said implied bed. Thanks go to the Grandparents of this family for without said story could or could not have existed.