Catching Up

I have to catch up. I've only done two posts in May. I had my blog anniversary in April. Can't sit back and let this thing just die a slow death. Today was Noah's kindergarten graduation. Sort of anyway. It was more like a sing along since there wasn't really anything graduation-ish about it. I think they should have taught them all to hum Pomp and Circumstance. That would have been fun. The other day I was reading this book to Noah. Actually, singing it. It has these silly songs set to the tunes of other songs like "I'm Still here In The Bathtub" instead of "Take Me Out To The Ball Game". He was enjoying my singing, of course. Who wouldn't enjoy me belting out "He's Got The Whole Beach In His Pants" (world in his hands) with my untrained voice? I was doing a song to the tune of "The Wheels on The Bus" and he gets this look of recognition on his face and a big grin and yells out, "All through the town!" It was like the most exciting revelation anyone has ever discovered. It was very cute. Then he got his joke book and laughed hysterically at jokes he probably wouldn't even get ten years from now. I mean, come on. This book was published in 2003 and it had a joke with a reference to the actor Don Johnson. Huh?!?
I've been trying to get registered for school in the fall. It looks like I will be taking "Math For Losers" and "Computers For Idiots". I decided to start at square one in the math since I haven't taken a math class in over twelve years. I didn't even bother testing into it or a higher class. I figured brush up on the foundations again so I can do well. After all, I'm constantly googling Isabella's math to remind me how to do simple things like subtract fractions. So it's a little humiliating that the class is considered "remedial". And to make matters worse, pour a little salt in the wound....They charge an Extra Fee for the remedial classes! Oh the humiliation!

Happy Anniversary!

Fourteen years ago today we were sitting in Brent's red Nissan truck waiting, and waiting, and waiting, for the rain to stop. The family and friends had all abandoned us after a few quick pictures and a few wails from the freezing children. We sat there and waited for almost an hour, us in one car, the photographer in the other. Good thing we got married on Memorial Day weekend or he would have been busy and probably would have been out of there. Finally it stopped and we got our pictures. The pictures we wanted taken at Memory Grove, because it was pretty and no one else we knew had wedding pictures at Memory Grove. After, we went back to the new apartment we would share, just the two of us, and we proceeded to scrub the mud out of the bottom of my dress. Then I ran over to the bridal shop, which was all abuzz on a Saturday afternoon with prospective brides doing their prospective bride shopping and just about yelled through the noise, "I need new shoes now!" It was my wedding day right then. Not these girls who would be waiting for who knows how many more weeks or months (or days, this is Utah after all). I needed new shoes to replace those shoes that were sitting in my new apartment, covered in mud. So I got my shoes and I was off to get ready for the reception or open house or whatever we were calling it. Mostly it was just me and Brent and about 40 family and friends hanging out in his Dad's backyard. Eating and chatting while Brent and I took snapshots of all these people and then some of them took snapshots of us. Good Day.

Honeymooning at Sundance & in Park City

Coincidence? I Don't Know....

A couple of weeks ago I finally got around to removing my Barack Obama bumper sticker from the back of my car. (Someone had to represent the mini van drivers of America.)

It was time.

Since then I haven't noticed anyone tailgating me in big trucks driven by rednecks. Similarly, I haven't had anyone try to drive me off the road. Yes, it only happened that one time but after thinking it through thoroughly it was the only logical explanation of why someone would do that.

So is it a coincidence? We may never know for sure.