Tax Day

Happy tax day to Mike and especially Laura. Has to be good to get your husband back, right? Also, just wanted to thank Matt and Dad for paying so much in income taxes that I get my refundable credits. Withholdings of $100 and a refund of $2800. Viva George W. Bush. Now I wish I hadn't have voted for Nader.

Grandma & Grandpa in New Mexico

Grandma and Grandpa visited the Land of Enchantment last weekend. I am finally uploading the pictures to our computer. The first couple of days were spent watching conference and with me giving Bruce a high altitude ping pong lesson.

On Monday we decided to see some old pueblo indian and Spanish mission ruins in central New Mexico. The first were the Quarai ruins. The pueblo indians lived here from about 1400-1600 when a Spanish mission was then created to convert and save the indians. It took about 100 years for the Spaniards to use up all the resources and the indians either died of famine or war with the Apaches or left the area. The boys had a great time climbing all over the rocks and running through the mazes of ruins. We had a picnic at Quarai and got back in the van and headed to Abo. Abo is about 20 miles west of Quarai. Abo was the center of the Spanish missions in New Mexico in the 1600's. We walked through all the ruins again with grandpa trailing

along following the walking tour to a 't'. That night we decided to walk along the mighty Rio Grande. The boys (including the two older boys) couldn't resist throwing sticks into the river in hopes that they would meet the Gulf of Mexico and be found later by their cousins in Houston.

On Tuesday we woke up and travelled to Petroglyph National Monument so Grandpa and Grandma could see ancient graffiti. They had already seen it's modern form throughout the beautiful city of Albuquerque. All of the boys had a great timing climbing as high as they could and seeing petroglyphs that Stephanie and Grandma will never get to see. I would post on here what we saw but that would ruin the explorers secrets.

Finally, Bruce had to try a real green chile cheeseburger. One that wasn't cooked at a fair and wouldn't make 67% of its consumers violently ill the next day. We stopped at New Mexico's original Blake's Lotaburger for Lotaburgers with cheese and green chile's. Rumor has it later that evening there were screams in the Hunt bathrooms of "Fire in the Hole!" all through the night.

It was a real New Mexican experience for everyone. Thanks for coming down and having a good time with us lonely New Mexicans.

Hunt Family Champ

Just wanted to make you all aware that the Hunt Family Champ paddle has been located and is currently resting in its rightful place in the Land of Enchantment. I was able to defeat the old man 18-7 in games over last weekend while ma and pa visited Green Chile land. Is the old man wearing down? Was it the altitude? Was it the performance enhancing substance (mid-game Mountain Dews)? Was it the lessons learned from local Tongans? Was it the clausterphobic garage venue? Was it the home court advantage? Whatever it was, I will be going into Golden Turkey IX with a renewed sense of vigor and determination. I hear some knees in Houston knocking.