© 2002, The Purdys

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Oct. 18, 2002— Well, it's definitely been a while. And man has a lot happened over the last few months. Seems like whenever you become content with your lot in life, things always come along that really shake things up. And often make you realize that you could never be truly content with the way things were before.

This is what parenthood has done to me, in only three weeks! Sure, I can look longingly on the days of my past with a little longing. That's to be expected, I think. However, I can't imagine life without Haley. She so wonderfully precious. Freedom? Overrated... Sleep? Who needs it... Spending cash? For the birds...

She's just so tiny. Sweet, angelic face. Dainty little fingers and toes. It was all I could do not to cry when they took her from us and into surgery. She too little! She's so trusting! Will she be the same?! Alas, she's still little, still trusting, and still the same. Still loves having her face caressed. Still makes the same cute little faces. Still my sweet, little Haley.

We're adjusting to life with a baby with special needs. It's difficult, time-consuming, exhausting, scary, anxiety-filled... And I wouldn't change it for the world.

Feb. 27, 2002—Well, I'm back from the Olympics. What a blast! Downtown Salt Lakes was just FESTIVE! I was sad to see it all end. We spectated at three Olympic events: Short Track Speed Skating (WOW!), Curling (not exciting, but definitely interesting), and Ski Jumping (monotonous).

We also participated on an event that is much more dangerous than any current Olympic sport: The Mad-scramble-to-avoid-the-protesters-without-getting-trampled Gauntlet. It works like this: When leaving any large event near an LDS facility, you must see how quickly you can get by the protesters (such as the abortion protesters with the disgusting placards of aborted-fetus pictures or the megaphone-weilding "True Christians" ranting on and on about why I'm gonna rot in Hell) without all the other event contestants running over you. If you are leaving the Conference Center, there's an added twist: performing the event too quickly dumps you unexpectedly out onto busy North Temple, where you then have to dodge all the cars and shuttle buses. At least it's not a Seattle street. The winner would receive his medal posthumously.

Feb. 12, 2002—Figure skating has ceased to be a sport in my eyes. Pro wrestling is more of a sport, in my opinion. I'm pretty perturbed with the Olympic Figure Skating judges today. I gave up on the Ice Dancing after the 1998 Nagano games because the judges were obviously biased toward the former Soviet Republic skaters. But I thought I was pretty safe with the other figure skating. Until last night. Nothing against the Russian pair, who skated well enough to be Silver. But they were just flat out out-skated by the Canadians. The pair from our Great White Northern neighbor were virtually flawless. Their routine was easily as graceful as the Russians WITHOUT the mistakes. And the Russians won. Just as they have for every Olympics since 1964.

It doesn't matter how good the Russian pair was in the past. They were 2nd best last night. In a real sport, that means you lose. Just ask the Rams. Or the Yankees.