I, for one, am quite excited about the powering up of the Large Hadron Collider tomorrow, but just in case we are all sucked into a black hole, goodbye.
By the way, I completely understand what this thing does, but it would just be too much to go into now.
Tuesday, September 9, 2008
Monday, September 8, 2008
We're Waiting...
So that Jordan knows we all saw his comment on a previous post, and knows we are anxiously waiting for the promised glorious story, I am putting his comment here (it is from the post with the story to Cindy):
Hello everyone, my name is Jordan. If you read this story, and I’m sure you did, you probably noticed that it never mentioned that the two sisters have a little brother. Well, they do, and his name is Jordan (have you made the connection yet?). He loves his two sisters, but they always seem to forget about him, so it is my job to remind them that he exists. In the past, I would have simply published a post requesting that Tiffany write a story that includes him and talks about how diligently he checks her blog, but alas, the good child is always overlooked. In addition, I know that the story would never be written. (For further evidence to this claim please see Cindy’s blog post entitled “For my sister…” and note my efforts to get her to create a post entitled “For my brother…” Also note that as of 9/5/08 @ 2:20 pm, Central time, such a post still does not exist. That’s right Cindy, I have NOT forgotten.)
Thus, (I use this word because I know Tiffany loves it) I employ a new and radical tactic: I will write my own story and post it in Tiffany’s comments! That’s right, I will go straight past the source and BECOME the source!
Unfortunately, writing this dramatic, yet effective introduction has taken longer than I originally anticipated and I am out of time, so the story will have to wait. BUT IT WILL COME…MWAH, HA HA!
(Question, Jordan, for this is vague--why do you assume that I would not write a story about you, just because Cindy didn't? I was totally going to, but now I think you may have offended me.)
Hello everyone, my name is Jordan. If you read this story, and I’m sure you did, you probably noticed that it never mentioned that the two sisters have a little brother. Well, they do, and his name is Jordan (have you made the connection yet?). He loves his two sisters, but they always seem to forget about him, so it is my job to remind them that he exists. In the past, I would have simply published a post requesting that Tiffany write a story that includes him and talks about how diligently he checks her blog, but alas, the good child is always overlooked. In addition, I know that the story would never be written. (For further evidence to this claim please see Cindy’s blog post entitled “For my sister…” and note my efforts to get her to create a post entitled “For my brother…” Also note that as of 9/5/08 @ 2:20 pm, Central time, such a post still does not exist. That’s right Cindy, I have NOT forgotten.)
Thus, (I use this word because I know Tiffany loves it) I employ a new and radical tactic: I will write my own story and post it in Tiffany’s comments! That’s right, I will go straight past the source and BECOME the source!
Unfortunately, writing this dramatic, yet effective introduction has taken longer than I originally anticipated and I am out of time, so the story will have to wait. BUT IT WILL COME…MWAH, HA HA!
(Question, Jordan, for this is vague--why do you assume that I would not write a story about you, just because Cindy didn't? I was totally going to, but now I think you may have offended me.)
Friday, September 5, 2008
Update: The Mouse
The mouse is no longer with us and has moved on to a better place. By this, I do not mean he is living out back by the waterfall now.
Labor Day, Rain, and the Kangaroo Zoo
We had planned to drive out to Antelope Island on Labor Day. At the ranch there, three times each year, they have pioneer activities like candle dipping, rag doll making, and bending nail rings. We've been once, and the kids were looking forward to going again. But when we woke up to dark clouds, lightning, rain, wind and even hail Monday morning, we had to come up with a different idea. So we took a trip to the new Kangaroo Zoo in North Salt Lake.
Emily has become very brave the last couple of months. She did everything Maddie and Nicholas did.
She laughed hysterically each time she went down a slide.
Cute Maddie.
Glow-in-the-dark miniature golf was the favorite activity, though.
Even though it was beautiful and sunny for the ride home, Emily rode all the way under her umbrella.
Emily has become very brave the last couple of months. She did everything Maddie and Nicholas did.
She laughed hysterically each time she went down a slide.
Cute Maddie.
Glow-in-the-dark miniature golf was the favorite activity, though.
Even though it was beautiful and sunny for the ride home, Emily rode all the way under her umbrella.
Thursday, September 4, 2008
Update: The Mouse Still Lives
So, what would you do if you have seven-that's right-seven traps set in the basement and the mouse won't DIE! It's not like I can pull everything out of the storage room looking for it--it's truly not possible and I'd rather begin feeding the mouse Brie and hand-smashed peanuts before I did so much work.
Oh please, mouse, run over one of my traps. I cannot function with you in my basement.
Anyway, I just noticed to my shock and dismay that Cindy has not looked at my blog for a very long time. She never does comment much, but usually she at least looks. So I think I will use her lack of interest to my advantage--it's time for another story about Cindy.
The Girl Who Could Fly
Wait--That's the title of the book Maddie checked out of the library tonight. I hate it when I do that.
The Girl Who Did Not Like Her Sister and So Moved Far Away
Once upon a time there was a girl who did not like her sister. There were many reasons. The sister often borrowed the girl's socks, stretched them out, and then put them back in the sock drawer dirty and stinky. Each morning this girl had to study her socks to see if they had been worn yet; the people she worked with had begun calling her "Smelly Feet" because she had unintentionally worn used, smelly socks. Not original, but still hurtful.
Another reason she strongly disliked her sister was because she insisted on calling her at 6:00 in the morning to see if she was going to have waffles for breakfast that day. You see, her sister loved waffles and loved doing everything the same, like wearing the same clothes and doing her hair the same and eating the same stuff at the same time. But the girl was becoming tired and sick of waffles. She hated to lie, but lately she had just been having granola for breakfast and telling her sister that she was having waffles.
The last reason she couldn't stand her sister--I guess there were not many reasons she disliked her sister, just three reasons, it's easy to exaggerate-- was because her sister would not brush her teeth. This was unacceptable because the girl's husband was a dentist and could smell bad breath a mile away (he also could spot yellow teeth a mile away, but let's not brag).
So the girl moved to Alaska to get away from her sister and her irritating, sock borrowing, waffle eating, forgetting to brush ways.
And her sister was very, very sad.
And promised not to steal her socks, even when she forgot to do the laundry and she didn't have any clean ones of her own. She would just wear sandals. Even if there was five feet of snow outside. It was worth having frostbitten toes if she could have her sister back.
She promised not to wonder what her sister was eating for breakfast, and just eat her own waffles alone in silence.
She also definitely promised to brush her teeth at least twice a day in order to be less offensive to everyone, not just her sister.
And because this story has a perfect ending, her sister moved back. And they lived happily ever after.
The End
There will be more, Cindy, if you continue to slack in your blog reading duties.
Oh please, mouse, run over one of my traps. I cannot function with you in my basement.
Anyway, I just noticed to my shock and dismay that Cindy has not looked at my blog for a very long time. She never does comment much, but usually she at least looks. So I think I will use her lack of interest to my advantage--it's time for another story about Cindy.
The Girl Who Could Fly
Wait--That's the title of the book Maddie checked out of the library tonight. I hate it when I do that.
The Girl Who Did Not Like Her Sister and So Moved Far Away
Once upon a time there was a girl who did not like her sister. There were many reasons. The sister often borrowed the girl's socks, stretched them out, and then put them back in the sock drawer dirty and stinky. Each morning this girl had to study her socks to see if they had been worn yet; the people she worked with had begun calling her "Smelly Feet" because she had unintentionally worn used, smelly socks. Not original, but still hurtful.
Another reason she strongly disliked her sister was because she insisted on calling her at 6:00 in the morning to see if she was going to have waffles for breakfast that day. You see, her sister loved waffles and loved doing everything the same, like wearing the same clothes and doing her hair the same and eating the same stuff at the same time. But the girl was becoming tired and sick of waffles. She hated to lie, but lately she had just been having granola for breakfast and telling her sister that she was having waffles.
The last reason she couldn't stand her sister--I guess there were not many reasons she disliked her sister, just three reasons, it's easy to exaggerate-- was because her sister would not brush her teeth. This was unacceptable because the girl's husband was a dentist and could smell bad breath a mile away (he also could spot yellow teeth a mile away, but let's not brag).
So the girl moved to Alaska to get away from her sister and her irritating, sock borrowing, waffle eating, forgetting to brush ways.
And her sister was very, very sad.
And promised not to steal her socks, even when she forgot to do the laundry and she didn't have any clean ones of her own. She would just wear sandals. Even if there was five feet of snow outside. It was worth having frostbitten toes if she could have her sister back.
She promised not to wonder what her sister was eating for breakfast, and just eat her own waffles alone in silence.
She also definitely promised to brush her teeth at least twice a day in order to be less offensive to everyone, not just her sister.
And because this story has a perfect ending, her sister moved back. And they lived happily ever after.
The End
There will be more, Cindy, if you continue to slack in your blog reading duties.
Football Season
Nicholas will play in his fourth football game this weekend. This year he is playing nose guard, and he loves it. He does a great job. The first week he was named Player of the Game, and the second week he was the Defensive Player of the Game. He also long snaps and plays on the punt return team. He likes his team and his coaches this year. It's fun to watch his games!
Grandma and Grandpa drove up one weekend to watch Nicholas play. This huge, red Gatorade was his award for being the Defensive Player of the Game.
Maddie and Emily like going to the games.
After the game we drove up Ogden canyon to try a restaurant called The Oaks.
The food was good and we enjoyed eating next to the river. Happy football! Go Syracuse!!! Go Utes!!!
Grandma and Grandpa drove up one weekend to watch Nicholas play. This huge, red Gatorade was his award for being the Defensive Player of the Game.
Maddie and Emily like going to the games.
After the game we drove up Ogden canyon to try a restaurant called The Oaks.
The food was good and we enjoyed eating next to the river. Happy football! Go Syracuse!!! Go Utes!!!
Wednesday, September 3, 2008
Hello, Again, Hello!
I lost the enthusiasm to blog for awhile because nowhere in my pictures could I find any new photos of Jordan's smiling face. It just doesn't seem right to blog without making a comment or two about Jordan. But, rather than avoid posting until Christmas, I have decided to just begin blogging again, anyway. It probably won't be as exciting as before.
I also didn't blog last week because I was preparing a Talk! It is over now, thank goodness, and I don't think we'll have to move to a new neighborhood, as I previously thought (because of the fact that I usually embarrass myself beyond all repair in these types of instances). So life is good post-talk.
Here are some pictures of our recent trip to the Davis County Fair:
Riding the horses, of course.
Bet you didn't see this one coming.
Here's another view to make sure you don't doubt that Nicholas held the tarantula.
Duckie races.
Even Emily got in on the shivering good times. She liked petting this snake. I don't know where these kids came from.
And yesterday, Maddie, Nicholas and three neighbor kids knocked on my front door holding a very large garden snake--asking if they could keep it! Ummmmmmm, no.
I wanted to take a picture of Emily petting that snake, too, but I did not dare let it out of my sight while I went to find the camera. If I had come back and they had accidentally dropped it, I would have been very, very upset, especially since we have a MOUSE in our basement RIGHT NOW! He's been there since the huge rain storm we had Monday, and must be quite full, since he's eaten all the peanut butter off our traps THREE TIMES. (It's kind of fun writing in all caps, one you get going, even if it is to talk about a disgusting little MOUSE!)
I'll follow this with one more post today, about our exciting trip to Boondock's, and leave the rest for tomorrow.
Hopefully there will be good news about the mouse.
I also didn't blog last week because I was preparing a Talk! It is over now, thank goodness, and I don't think we'll have to move to a new neighborhood, as I previously thought (because of the fact that I usually embarrass myself beyond all repair in these types of instances). So life is good post-talk.
Here are some pictures of our recent trip to the Davis County Fair:
Riding the horses, of course.
Bet you didn't see this one coming.
Here's another view to make sure you don't doubt that Nicholas held the tarantula.
Duckie races.
Even Emily got in on the shivering good times. She liked petting this snake. I don't know where these kids came from.
And yesterday, Maddie, Nicholas and three neighbor kids knocked on my front door holding a very large garden snake--asking if they could keep it! Ummmmmmm, no.
I wanted to take a picture of Emily petting that snake, too, but I did not dare let it out of my sight while I went to find the camera. If I had come back and they had accidentally dropped it, I would have been very, very upset, especially since we have a MOUSE in our basement RIGHT NOW! He's been there since the huge rain storm we had Monday, and must be quite full, since he's eaten all the peanut butter off our traps THREE TIMES. (It's kind of fun writing in all caps, one you get going, even if it is to talk about a disgusting little MOUSE!)
I'll follow this with one more post today, about our exciting trip to Boondock's, and leave the rest for tomorrow.
Hopefully there will be good news about the mouse.
Boondocks
We hadn't been to Boondock's in a very long time, so everyone was very excited when Darren announced he had a work party there one Friday night. Oh, the fun we had.
Nicholas waited in the it-seemed-like-several-hours-long-though-it really-couldn't-have-been line. He said it was worth it.
Playing miniature golf like pros.
Waiting for the family in front of us to finish and move on!
Emily enjoyed riding along with Darren.
Nicholas waited in the it-seemed-like-several-hours-long-though-it really-couldn't-have-been line. He said it was worth it.
Playing miniature golf like pros.
Waiting for the family in front of us to finish and move on!
Emily enjoyed riding along with Darren.
Tuesday, August 19, 2008
A Visit From Cindy
Cindy flew all the way from Alaska to visit us. We went to Lindon Days with my parents. My Aunt Joy and Uncle Jim were visiting from Texas, too. This is not a very good picture of them, but they are sitting in the back row, with my parents. We were all waiting for the candy parade to start.
Hey, Cindy, cute shirt. I have the exact same one on today! What a coincidence.
Cindy made a bird house for Emily at the fair. It's sitting outside right now, waiting for some bird to take up residence. Emily checks it every day, but no takers so far.
Nicholas and Maddie each made a tool box. On his first attempt, Nicholas bent all his nails and was very frustrated. On his second attempt, he did it perfectly.
Emily with a ballerina on her face.
Maddie the Tiger
Nicholas the Tiger
Emily wanted this train ride very much.
Nicholas climbed the rock tower.
Maddie climbed it too. Grandma stayed all afternoon at the fair while Nicholas and Maddie played there. What a great Grandma!
And here's a random, but cute, picture of Emily. We all miss Cindy. Come back!
Hey, Cindy, cute shirt. I have the exact same one on today! What a coincidence.
Cindy made a bird house for Emily at the fair. It's sitting outside right now, waiting for some bird to take up residence. Emily checks it every day, but no takers so far.
Nicholas and Maddie each made a tool box. On his first attempt, Nicholas bent all his nails and was very frustrated. On his second attempt, he did it perfectly.
Emily with a ballerina on her face.
Maddie the Tiger
Nicholas the Tiger
Emily wanted this train ride very much.
Nicholas climbed the rock tower.
Maddie climbed it too. Grandma stayed all afternoon at the fair while Nicholas and Maddie played there. What a great Grandma!
And here's a random, but cute, picture of Emily. We all miss Cindy. Come back!
Tuesday, August 12, 2008
A Trip to Midway and Goodbye to Jordan
Jordan and Natasha and Baby James have left for Texas and are gone, gone, gone. It just wasn't the same without you guys last weekend while Cindy was here. Sure, we had fun. Sure, we still went to Los Hermanos. Sure, we did a little shopping. But it just wasn't the same. We miss you guys! Blog soon!!!
Over the 24th of July we took a weekend trip to Midway and stayed in the Zermatt hotel. My parents and Jordan's family came up for dinner and to visit. Above, the kids all said their sad goodbyes to Jordan and Natasha (getting them just a little wet).
We miss James--such a cute little boy!
Our stay included swimming,
carousel riding,
more swimming,
a little walking,
some putting,
Nicholas beating Darren at the putting,
Emily usually cheating at the putting,
and gelato eating.
Since not quite enough fun was had by all, we stopped in Park City on the way home. Maddie did not want to ride the alpine slide, so she did this trampoline thing and had a ton a fun. My video of it is sideways; if I figure out how to turn it, it may appear later.
Nicholas, Emily and I rode the alpine slide. It was Emily's first time and she laughed the whole way.
P.S. Jordan, if you have a good excuse for your comments in my last post, I'd love to hear it. Do you, or do you not, speak Slovene? (The part about pigs flying just made me laugh, again.)
Good luck in law school!!!
Over the 24th of July we took a weekend trip to Midway and stayed in the Zermatt hotel. My parents and Jordan's family came up for dinner and to visit. Above, the kids all said their sad goodbyes to Jordan and Natasha (getting them just a little wet).
We miss James--such a cute little boy!
Our stay included swimming,
carousel riding,
more swimming,
a little walking,
some putting,
Nicholas beating Darren at the putting,
Emily usually cheating at the putting,
and gelato eating.
Since not quite enough fun was had by all, we stopped in Park City on the way home. Maddie did not want to ride the alpine slide, so she did this trampoline thing and had a ton a fun. My video of it is sideways; if I figure out how to turn it, it may appear later.
Nicholas, Emily and I rode the alpine slide. It was Emily's first time and she laughed the whole way.
P.S. Jordan, if you have a good excuse for your comments in my last post, I'd love to hear it. Do you, or do you not, speak Slovene? (The part about pigs flying just made me laugh, again.)
Good luck in law school!!!
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