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Peace ot out to all reading this post.

Jenny ran in the Valleyfest Run for Hunger a week ago. It was her first (approximately) 5K run – more like 4K. Here’s her glorious moment as the second woman across the finish line.

Jenny finishing the Valleyfest 5K (or so) run

We had Grilled Chicken with Warm Mango Salsa for dinner tonight. Except the salsa was a little more than warm. Jenny’s explanation to the kids was that "I underestimated the power of the jalapeño." Her explanation to me had something to do with doubling the recipe and extra tomatoes and she thought the three-inch-long jalapeños looked really small … all four of them. I think the kids’ explanation sounds better.

We went through a lot of milk at dinner and explained to the kids that the ice cream sandwiches were for a medicinal purpose. The recipe was good. We’ll try it again without underestimating the power of jalapeño.

One of my long-standing pet peeves is that caller ID is not voicemail. I’m OK with someone who calls right back because they missed a call, but anything over a couple of minutes doesn’t meet my definition of "calls right back."

I developed this pet peeve when caller ID was introduced in Canada while I was on my mission. We would get phone calls along the lines of "Hello?" "You called me."

What I really wanted to say was "No, you called me," but I figured that wasn’t a missionaryish kind of thing to do. I will admit that I was pretty terse when we got a phone call at 3:00 in the morning. That one went something like:

Me: "Hello?"
Night owl: "You called me."
Me: "We’re missionaries from the Church of Jesus Christ of Latter-day Saints. Do you want to learn about Jesus Christ?"
Night owl: "No."
Me: "Good night."

Rather restrained, wouldn’t you agree?

Back to the point of this rant — I just got a phone call that went like this:

Me: "Hello?"
Dave: "Someone called me from this number."
Me: "Did they leave a message?"
Dave: "No." <some explanation of how the phone doesn’t work when he’s out of town>
Me: "It might have been my wife, but I don’t know who called you or what it was about."
Dave: <explains his job> – Ah ha! He’s thinking he missed out on some business
Me: "I still don’t know who would have called you."
Dave: "OK. Well tell her that Dave called."

So let it be known that caller ID is not voice mail. If I don’t leave you a message, you don’t need to call me back. Unless you’re calling on behalf of Publisher’s Clearing House and have a check with my name on it. I’m OK with it then.