Terminator Origins!

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It is a force of destruction with one goal: the destruction of all human life on earth.  They are the Terminators: robotic juggernauts of devastation, and they are coming for us.  To the right is the metal skeleton of the more famous of these models: The T-800.

But, and this is the ultimate question regarding Terminators, "Where did they originate?"  Well, after this weekend, it was finally discovered the very first Terminator, the soulless killing machine, was formed on the kitchen table of the Folmar Household.

Behold! In terror, the might of the T-1!

The Girls are Back in Town!

One month without the girls!  Just the Wife and I!  What did we do?  Let's see...

1) Hiked!  Lots of hiking!  Even took the little dog with us on a few occasions
2) Followed that trail that meanders down past the open space to its end!
3) White water Rafting!  Woo-hoo!  What a blast!
4) Went to the Emmy Award Ceremony in Denver.  Saw many of the people we know there and the program Marie worked on with Misty Montana, the Denver police department and others: Won!  Go Team!
5) Cleaned house!  (And cleaned again)  (And again)  (I don't think this ends here).
6) Visited the top of Mt. Evans!

But now the girls are back.  I enjoyed their time away, but I missed them.  It is good to be a family again.

Although, I need to see if I can convince grandma to take them again next year...

Kicking it at the Museum

Kaylee was 5 years old and loved horses.  They were having and horse exhibit down at the local art museum, so I decided it would be a great "dad's day".  We traveled down there and enjoyed the pictures of the art.

Suddenly something caught her attention.  "What's that," she asked.

I turned around and looked at the sculpture she was pointing too.  It consisted of a complex arrangement of used tires hanging from the ceiling, ordered in a circle, and seeming to grow from the ground.  Wanting to see if this somehow inspired here I walked over with her.

"What is it," she asked, her eyes wide as she stared at this massive construct right in front of her.

"It's a sculpture," I responded.

Suddenly her leg shot back and she gave it a hard kick.

"Don't kick the artwork," I corrected, horrified at the thought anyone, much less my child, would do such a thing.

Kaylee looked up at me.  Her hands were on her hips and her look of wonder was replaced by one of disappointment. "Their just old tires, dad."

Michelangelo she was not...

(From "Reasons I Twitch")

(NOTE: I'm copying this from my wife's "The Reasons I Twitch" blog:

When Kaylee was little (around 3, I believe) we dropped my husband off at work. I asked her if she want to give Daddy a kiss. She responded with: "No." My husband and I were both shocked and taken a little aback that she would say no to giving a kiss. As we pulled away from my husband's office, I asked Kaylee why she didn't want to give Daddy a kiss...her response:

"I'm all out of kisses and the kiss store is closed right now, so I can't go buy more."

Who can argue with THAT??

Another Teenager Milestone

On the day she turned 13, Alora asked her excitedly mom, "Are we going to go anywhere today?"

Marie: "Why"

Alora: "Cause I want to sit in the front seat of the car!"

Raising the Stakes...

Arionna: "Dad, what is for dinner?"
Me: "Twice-baked potato"

Following Day:
Me: "Arionna, what do you want for lunch?"
Arionna (after a pause): "Thrice-nuked Mac & Cheese."