The Clean Team

This is one of the many reasons why my dad is a true champ:

He can remodel the house, study his scriptures AND take a nap all at once.

Pretty good, eh? Allan and I went to my home this last weekend to help paint and do some last minute things before the carpeters come on Wednesday (My parents are renovating our house in Roosevelt, so they can move to Monticello). My dad was sporting some classic dad-jeans, a studly tool belt, and of course, an enormous grin. In this remodeling uniform he was bustling around the house from one job to another. Sometime around mid-morning I noticed him fixing a door frame, and the next moment I found him fast asleep atop a pile of tiles with his scriptures set out before him. Classic. (In his defense, he did manage a good study by the time he was done, I believe).

Some of you know that I once sported a hefty tool belt of my own. For a semester at Ricks College I worked in construction (cabeling), and ever since then I have felt a truly gratifying sense of accomplishment and satisfaction when handling a powertool, etc. I get this overly confident attitude like I know what I'm doing, and just sort of get my hands dirty and boss people around. This weekend was no different. I was the first to use the ultra-cool commercial paint-sprayer—I blasted the high-powered machine, and inhaled more paint than it takes to paint the Golden Gate Bridge, I'm pretty sure.

There aren't very many things that I enjoy more than working with my family; ever since I was young, and my mom christened us the "clean team," I've enjoyed the togetherness of working as a family. A real family "workforce" (a term we've recently used to describe ourselves) is always characterized by food (my mom always whips something tasty up), music (traditionally it was always Michael Jackson, but we've since spread our wings), and good humor (we're really an entertaining bunch, you know).

Now I'll bet all of you want to join a "clean team." You have a couple of options: A) Join ours--we're always accepting new applications, or B) Start one of your own—the really good ones come with a tee-shirt (mine said #4 on the back).

Go! Fight! .....Clean!