This is Tyler after eating the 4 pound Big Judd Burger at Big Judds. If you eat the whole thing, plus a basket of fries, drink and ice cream cone then it's free. What a deal...! If you eat a double (yes that would be 6 pounds) or a triple (8 pounds) you get your picture on the wall. One guy went for the quad, but didn't make it. Just a couple of observations:
1. When we were there, the people we saw (all four at one table were eating their own) should in no way be eating that much. It made me want to say, "go get a double whopper with cheese and bacon and save your self a few thousand calories".
2. If I were to eat that much, I would never tell anyone, much less ask them to take my picture after I ate it and put it on the wall.
3. I'm not sure it's a good idea to have people try to get a good deal, and their money's worth at the cost of their health. We were in rural Idaho. I really don't think there was a hospital in a 10 to 15 mile radius at least. If you are going to offer that much meat and fat to someone, at least have an ambulance standing by.
Truthfully, Tyler did not eat the whole burger. It's just my amazing photography skills that make it appear that he did. Our entire family (me and the four kids) ate about 1/4 of one. Jeff wasn't there so maybe with him we would have made it to the half way mark. Although he could have surprised me and eaten the whole thing, I'll give him the benefit of the doubt.
This is our family in July 2004 when Jeff was put in as bishop of our ward.
Here we are almost 4 1/2 years later. It was a great blessing to our family to have him serve. I am really grateful for the opportunity and the things we have learned. It has been a growing experience for all of us and I wouldn't trade it. I know some of the blessings we are experiencing right now are a result of his service.
I just want to publicly thank the "basketeers" (whoever they are/were). The first Sunday Jeff was put in we heard a knock at the door. We opened it and found a basket full of suprises for the kids. With a note that said basically, leave this basket on the front porch every Sunday after church and we will fill it up for you. And they did. I don't know how they knew that would be the thing that would help me the most. Getting used to Sunday's without Jeff was hard. I was sick and pregnant in the beginning and the fun they had entertaining themselves with the gifts from the bishop's basket was a lifesaver for me. They kept it up delivering things for about two years. This really helped our family as we were adjusting to the changes of having dad be the bishop. So THANK YOU! THANK YOU! THANK YOU! to those mysterious basketeers. We love you!
Jeff with his first counselors, Spencer and Tom. Later Spencer was released and Paul was put in.
