Sunday, June 29, 2008
And to clarify my last entry.....Many of you were impressed that Ike's scout shirt was already adorned with stuff. Hub gently pointed out to me that I didn't specify who had pain-stakingly hand sewn those patches. It was not me, so please no more credit. (Though apparently I was more than willing to accept it!) It was Hub. The true seamstress in the fam. If it was up to me I would have just hot glued them on.
OHHH! One more thing since Cold Cocoa will be very distressed about my revealing that our house is unoccupied. We own nothing valuable. But in spite of that fact, we have a high tech alarm system and four ravenous rottweilers. And a tiger. And really observant neighbors who call the police a lot. (Thanks Summer!)
Wednesday, June 25, 2008
Sunday, June 22, 2008
Thursday, June 19, 2008
I will now incorporate it into my mountain west dialect so you can see how it can be useful in our part of the world as well.
1. I'm all het up over my stinkin' big toe. I really feel like I deserved a miraculous quick recovery. I even ate all my vegetables the other day (which involved two carrot sticks, but it's better than nothing right?) But I still cannot put any weight on it and after standing for a while it starts to throb and get swollen. I am frustrated enough that tomorrow I will amputate it if it's not better. That'll teach it.
2. I was all het up that the first watermelon I'd bought this year had a mushy texture. Ike and I can eat an entire watermelon in one sitting and I am very particular that it be of good quality. I wasn't about to slice this one all up and would have taken it right back to WalMart if I didn't have big toe issues. And if the service center at WalMart happened to ever be a pleasant experience.
3. Speaking of WalMart, they always make me het up. 'Nuff said.
4. I get all het up over the campaign literature in my mailbox. Please do not kill any more trees to tell me how you can single-handedly bring down oil prices and fix the economy. I do not believe you. But you look very handsome in your photoshopped portrait. (speaking of which, did Chris Cannon get LASIK? Am I the only one who wonders?)
5. Somebody needs to get my dinner het up since we have early baseball games tonight.
See how easy that was? Now let's see if you can use it in a sentence.
Monday, June 16, 2008
Oh Big Toe. Who knew how much I needed you? I betrayed you by kicking the shins of a girl made out of of steel. You betrayed me by bending backwards. Were you telling me I was too old to play soccer?
Oh Big Toe. Who knew that after that little incident you wouldn't appreciate me walking around the mall? I should have listened to your pain but my selfish desire to leave the house by myself (under the guise of Father's Day shopping) trumped your needs.
Oh Big Toe. I really should have not shown up for church and let someone else do the primary music. But I thought you could handle a couple more hours of my weight.
Oh Big Toe. Thank you for not being broken. I will take good care of you now. I will reacquaint myself with daytime TV and a cluttered house. I will learn to ignore the fighting children. And in 4-6 weeks you will return to normal and we'll go ahead and kick another shin and you will prevail this time.
****This ode has a very special meter that only the most advanced minds could appreciate.
Friday, June 13, 2008
Tomorrow, I will gladly turn over the remote and all the children to Hub. Just in time for Father's Day.
Tuesday, June 10, 2008
It isn't the most scenic hike, unless you really love sagebrush and deer pellets, but the view from the top is nice.
And if you just looked at this picture you might get the wrong idea that nobody was having a good time. But we just have Camera-itis. The second the camera was put away and nobody was yelling at the kids to look happy and be still, they looked perfectly photogenic.
Also, if you do this hike you may want to take little boys with you. There are all sorts of potty jokes you can get from the letter 'P' and it never gets old. Trust me!
Saturday, June 7, 2008
We've had baseball and T-ball games most evenings. When they haven't been rained out anyway. This is Mitchell. He is a sneaky one and managed to hit twice in one inning. He also managed to stand like a statue in the outfield and not move a muscle even if the ball landed at his feet. This was driving Isaac crazy from the stands. Remember that Isaac will race and fight with teammates to get a stray ball. If there was a happy medium between the two.....
This is what Hub was supposed to be doing this morning. It was the Salem Triathlon and we were just sure he was going to take first place this year--Even though he's been so busy at work lately that he hasn't worked out for a month. But he drank a lot of Gatorade and that was going to compensate. But darn that rain. They cancelled the bike portion and were cutting down the swim length. This meant the triathlon had just become a weenie biathlon and what fun is in that? It was a bummer for us all since the kids love to cheer him on and I love to gawk at all the crazies who participate. He still got his T-shirt and water bottle so we'll pretend that is as good as first place.
Chuck E Cheese was the place to party for Mitch's 6th Birthday. His actual b-day is on Sunday and that is no fun (Hub tells me to stop saying this as it is introducing the stigma, but isn't it obvious that a birthday on Sunday stinks?) We all had a grand time. Mitch somehow scored on a machine that kept on spitting out tickets and Ike just kept on playing the basketball game. He had a few onlookers amazed at how many shots he made. Then he tried Skee Ball and had a minor tantrum because he wasn't scoring as well and returned to the B-ball game. Ethan and Noelle just did their best at trying to get lost and we redeemed our hard earned tix for some really cheap candy and prizes.We've also been doing swim lessons and having playdates and learning Roman Numerals. And that's where we've been and what we've been doing. The end.
Monday, June 2, 2008
It all began at The Glenwood in Provo. It was the start of spring semester and the pickings were slim. I first met Hub when he was hobbling around on crutches visiting girls' apartments because that was the type of player he was. He became enamored by my wit and charm and the rest is history. The end.
Actually, we started hanging out in a friendly fashion. He had a handicap sticker due to his recent knee surgery so it was very convenient to have him drive us places. But then he started getting all touchy-feely and I had a missionary and it was time to give him the ol' heave ho. But I never had heaved nor hoed anybody before (well, not anyone that was actually nice and therefore would induce feelings of guilt in me) and I didn't know how to go about it. So my trusty roomie and cousin, Steph, took it upon herself to drive Hub away. I fondly recall her performing a modern dance for him. We were sitting in my apartment and she got out a grocery bag, crumpled it up on the floor and then danced along side it. This plan did not work and Hub didn't go away. But he did begin thinking my cousin was nutso.
Months passed and I couldn't quite get rid of him and so I finally decided to marry him. The end.
Actually, I started appreciating Hub in the ways I initially discounted as not being my 'type.' So what if he didn't really like to read? So what if he would rather water ski than attend a political rally? So what if he was funnier in private than in a big crowd? He was a sincere person, fun to be around and wasn't embarrassed about asking for discounts. So we got married. The end.
Actually, it took some more time before I started coming around. There was some angst on my part (isn't there always angst if you are female?) and lots of fasting and prayers. And one day I just realized we were meant to be (I'm pretty sure I coined that phrase). We ended up getting engaged at the end of January 1998:
This is us in my apartment on the night of our engagement. Hub likes to buy flowers; something I am finally convincing him isn't worth the price to me. (Have you got how I am such a romantic yet?) We had dinner at that expensive place that isn't there anymore and then he proposed at the Provo Temple and then we went to a dance concert at BYU with my sister Di. I don't really remember why we had to go to a concert with my sister the night of our engagement... but oh well, it makes her part of our story.This is our engagement picture. That's a rock behind me in the Provo River. Though it very appropriately looks like angel wings....
If you squint really close you can see all the family and friends who celebrated our special day.
And you can't tell but my face is saying, "He is going drop me! Why must we do these creative shots??" But Hub is a lot stronger than I gave him credit for. He can carry me and move lots of furniture without any help. But not at the same time.
So that is how it all began just in case you forgot or never knew or never cared to know. Ten years later, here we are: Four kids, a mortgage, a minivan and a Honda Civic with close to 200,000 miles on it. And I have the best Hub in the world. Happy Anniversary Lambkins! We are celebrating by taking a full day and a half away and are leaving the county! Yes, that was county, not countRy. We party hard. Bye!