I know it seems like yesterday that we packed up all our belongings and headed north (way north) to just short of the Arctic. We have camped, hiked, and channeled our inner Brad by fishing all the rivers. Yet, there are a few things which everyone told us "Oh, yeah, you'll get used to that." Yeah, that's not happening.
Example: You're driving down the road singing along with the radio when you turn 90 degrees (this happens when driving) and all of a sudden the radio channel changes. I took notice today on the way to football practice ( a highlight of my day. NOT!) when my radio changed 8 times mid-song. It's like an unintentional game of name that tune. It makes you soo mad you want to scream. So I have decided for year number 2, I will no longer listen to the radio. This will improve my anger issues and make driving more enjoyable. If any of you would like to send me a mixed CD, I would appreciate it.
Tuesday, August 31, 2010
Friday, August 27, 2010
Fire! Fire! Fire!
Hey, my little town is all over the news tonight. I wish it was something like:
"Small town finally gets a Wendy's."
"Wal-mart opening in last town untouched by Sam's goodness."
"Crazy little-league coach can't figure out who keeps egging his car."
" County in Montana changes name due to the fact that Jill can't handle the jokes, or getting calls for the Credit Union every day."
Sadly, it is because one of my favorite things about living here is on fire. I am praying that the wind stops and they can get control. Trust me, you don't want to see me if all of a sudden, I have no stores, no restaurants, and no famous view of the mountains.
"Small town finally gets a Wendy's."
"Wal-mart opening in last town untouched by Sam's goodness."
"Crazy little-league coach can't figure out who keeps egging his car."
" County in Montana changes name due to the fact that Jill can't handle the jokes, or getting calls for the Credit Union every day."
Sadly, it is because one of my favorite things about living here is on fire. I am praying that the wind stops and they can get control. Trust me, you don't want to see me if all of a sudden, I have no stores, no restaurants, and no famous view of the mountains.
Thursday, August 26, 2010
Nectar of the Gods
Friday, August 20, 2010
Bedazzled part 2
Ok, next time you mention to" Crazy- mom- with- bedazzled- football- Hat," that you think that the coach is a little too intense for little league, make sure they are not married first.
Wednesday, August 18, 2010
It's time to buy a Bedazzler
Nate and Ben started playing football this week. Now, I am all for kids being involved in sports and yada yada yada, but man, they are a little intense here! The coach, who I now call "Scary Pit bull man," was screaming orders, barking commands, and basically causing me a massive anxiety attack. I turned to the other mother sitting by me on the sideline and said. "He seems kind of intense for little league." She turned back totally disgusted and said "Well, this IS FOOTBALL." I then noticed that she was wearing a hat that had a bedazzled football on it. Well, I want to be a supportive mom so maybe I should start bedazzling my clothing.
Thursday, August 12, 2010
Fun Finds bathroom edition
Monday, August 2, 2010
What would Ruby think?
One of my only "claim-to-fames" is that my dinning room table once belonged to one of my all time favorite General Authorities, David B. Haight. Thanks to the fact that his grand-daughter couldn't take it to England when she moved, I totally won! I mean four different prophets have eaten on this table! How cool is that? I recently decided to re-cover the chairs because they really needed it.
This is how the chair looked when President Hinkley sat on it.
Then I re-covered them as soon as I got them. This was the "Denver" era.Finally I just re-covered them again, but I had a friend say she thought they looked like they belong in a brothel. Huh? That is not the impression I want Ruby to have when she looks down on her dinning room chairs from heaven.
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