Four brand new tires, three french hens, two turtle doves, and partridge in a pair tree...

Two days ago we took our truck to a tire place to have the balance checked because it seemed like it was having som issues, it was driving bumpy and stuff. what should have been a short tune up turned into a $450 fiasco. We ended up having to buy two new tires for the truck because it wasn't the balance that was off it was the one front tire that was basically broken. The two rubber walls inside the tire had separated and now the tire was no longer round, and thats why the ride was so bumpy. Since you can't just buy 1 tire, we ended up buying two.

Then today on my way from home back to work, I was driving down the road right in front of our house where they are doing construction, and I hit an unmarked four feet deep pot hole. It was more like a nice square precisely cut chunk in the road with sharp edges and flat sides. So, basically it was like driving at full speed into a curb. I knew I did some damage as soon as it happened, so I pulled over to the side of the road and checked it out. Sure enough, there was a big egg sized lump in my tire with air gushing out (in case you didn't know, lumps in your tire and air gushing out is pretty bad). I decided to try and make it to the tire shop right by our house to assess the damage. I only made it about 6 blocks when I realized that I was actually driving on my rim now. I hurried and pulled over into the only Baptist church parking lot in Utah. Ryan was nowhere to be found, unreachable on his cell phone for some unknown reason, so I called roadside assistance, and they said they would be there in an hour. In the meantime I had to call my work and tell them that I would not be picking up the pizza because I got a flat. Chad, that I work with, first laughed pretty hard, then said I will come change your tire for you...where are you? I told him I was in the Baptist church parking lot on center and...say no more...he knew right where I was (there aren't many baptist churches here). I then called and cancelled roadside assistance.

So, first off, we can't get the jack out of my trunk cause it was screwed in or something, so we used his. We get all the lug nuts off and the tire will not budge. It seemed like it was locked into place or something. In the mean time Ryan had called and found out where I was and had now arrived and joined us at the Baptist church. None of us could figure out how to get the wheel off of the car, and it said nothing in the manual about this. I ended up calling roadside assistance again and asking them how in the heck do we get this dang tire off my car. He said that this is a common problem with cars that have alloy wheels, and he had a solution...
Roadsie assistance guy: "just grab a 2x4 and hit the tire from behing, like you were swinging a baseball bat...that should do the trick."

Me: "okay sir let me just go get the 2x4 that I always carry around with me in the back of my Honda Accord. If I was the type of person who had a 2x4 with me do you really think that I would be calling you and asking you for help?"

Roadside assistance guy: "If that doesn't work I just get under the car and kick the tire with my boot".

Me: "hmm, don't particualry want to get under my car and kick something really hard with "my boot" that happens to only be a flat ballet shoe from payless, the car might fall on me, but thanks for your help anyway."

Ryan, and Chad weren't to excited about the idea of climbing under the car either and not one of us carry a 2x4 around with us (what are the odds). So , Ryan, in frustration, kicked the tire and it popped right off and rolled accross the parking lot. We seriously spent like 15 minutes trying to figure out how to get that tire off when all it took was a swift kick with a boot. So now I get to buy two more tires for my Honda...Joy to the Friggin' World!!! oh and a Merry Christmas too!

A random moose

Just wanted to show you some cool/funny pictures that I just had.
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Chuck will do anything he can to lay on you, even if it isn't all that comfortable for him. Just the fact that you are touching him is good enough for Chuck. He doesn't even look relaxed.


This is my car from this last weekend, we obviously got a lot of snow. It was crazy to drive in, and I couldn't get my car out of the driveway for a couple of days.

Loosey Goosey

On my way home from work today I saw a girl with one of the Louis Vuitton bags that you put your dog in and carry them around. But instead of carrying her pooch around she was carrying around her pet goose. She was walking down the street like it was totally natural for your pet goose's head to be poking out of the dog bag that you are carrying it in.

Christmas decor

Last night, I went over to this family in my ward's house to look at thier Christmas decorations. When I say decorations I mean they live in the land of "comfort & joy", a winter waonderland, Santa's workshop, IT WAS AMAZING! She had one big Christmas tree in the front window, with a light on every single needle of the tree, lets just say that I have never seen a tree glow like this before. (When my mom puts lights on the tree she wraps lights around every branch and its gorgeous, but on my neighbor's tree it seriously looked like there was a light for every single needle). She had a new kind of Christmas light on it, they were LED Christmas lights, so there is a certain neon glow that pours out of their house. Also, She has a life size Santa Clause that stands in the window next to the tree and little elves too. Her husband collects snow globes too so there are like 42,000 snow globes displayed all around the house, and she collects Santa's so there are about 89,000 Santas in every nook and craney. It was pretty amazing.

Now, me on the other hand, the extent of my Christmas Decorations is 3 candles from Target placed in my fireplace. I told the lady in my ward not to come over to my house or she would feel really bad for me with my one Christmas decoration. She has so many decorations that they have to get a storage unit to store it all, and rotate decorations in and out through out the season so that she can use all of them. Maybe some day I will be as cool as my neighbor.

My Christmas decorations

and my neighbor's decorations (if you can make it out, Santa is standing the left of the christmas tree in the window).

Oh dear!

The other day I stayed home sick from work and basically just vegged out all day on my couch. Sometimes its nice to get a break from work, even if you are sick. However, towards the end of the day I started to feel a little bit better, so I decided I would clean a couple things up (okay, I'll be honest it was more like a lot of things: dishes, laundry, take out the trash, vacuum a little, you know the works). When I looked out the kitchen window I saw these two dear out in our yard, only feet away from the house. I ran down the hallway to my bedroom where I could be closer and also show Chuck cause I knew he would freak out (he freaks out over the quail that eat lunch in the yard, and these animals were like 50 times bigger than the stupid quail). So, I grabbed chuck on my sprint down our hallway, got to the door of the room threw chuck towards the direction of the slidding glass door and then I crawled, like a ninja, on my belly over to the door too. The mama dear and baby Bambi could have cared less about me, all they did was look up from their afternoon snack and stare at me and then continue. It was so cool to be so close to them, and chuck liked it too. He really wanted me to let him out so he could give them a piece of him. In the picture, I bet you are thinking, "he looks cool, calm, and collected", but he is just putting up a front to look cool on camera. Seconds before I took the picture, he was up on two feet with his front paws and face pressed up against the glass meowing his little heart out. I don't know what he thought he was going to do once he got out there, maybe I should have found out. Anyway, our landlords tell us that they have had up to 14 dear in the backyard at once in the winter time...I can't wait to see that. Good thing we don't have a gun (Cori, and Julia), but I won't name any names...cause these guys are sitting ducks, or dears or whatever.


Meet Bambi...I thought this little guy, or girl, was so cute with its fuzzy fur still on it.

Hours of entertainment

So, it turns out that Sears can provide you with a whole fun-filled evening of entertainment. Cori and Jaxon came down from Logan, and satyed with us Saturday night and we had a blast. We went out to eat at Red Robin at the Mall. (Bone Junior, don't be mad. I know we took the pledge on that place but we had to make an exception to the rule just this once. Not suprisingly the service was once again bad, but we tipped accordingly). Then we went to SEARS! woohoo! Ryan and I really know how to entertain our guests don't we? I bet all of you want to come visit me and Ryan now huh? While Cori and I burned some calories on the eliptical machines (seen above)Jaxon and Ryan looked at lawn clippers, lawn mowers, mallets, and BBQ's. In all honesty, we really did have a lot of fun, and Cori even ended up finding an adorable sconce. We went back to our house after that and talked for a while, played phase 10, xbox, and watched a lame movie until our eyelids woudldn't stay open any longer. Then we tucked Cori and Jaxon into bed on their nice comfy air mattress on the floor.

Now, don't all get up and call me at once to make your reservations at "le Spa Eichelberger". I know that trips to Sears, and board games mingled with a little xbox , and then getting to sleep on an air mattress sounds really appealing and all, but one at a time...please.

We really did have a lot of fun though, and I can't wait till the next time we get together.

Walkin' in a winter wonderland

I thought the mountains looked so pretty when I woke up...thats a little bit of Mt. Timpanogos for you people who might miss Utah just a little bit.



After all the complaining about the snow, there are some good things about it. I love how it makes the whole world look brand new. Thats what it was like yesterday when Anne and I went for a walk. Ryan and I rent our apartment from Anne and her husband Kelly, and sometimes we go walking when I get home from work. Yesterday I left work early and decided that I wanted to go for a walk. So we went walking along the Murdock Canal that runs along the bench of the mountain. There is an amazing view up there, and all the house tops were covered with snow and everything was white. I would have taken a pictures of it but all that would show up was the nasty smog, so instead, you get pictures of me and Anne and the path that we walked on. So, I guess the only reason I hate the snow is because I hate driving in it, but everything else I guess is okay. (oh yeah, I also hate when it is 6 degress outside. Maybe it's just me, but that is cold!)

BYU vs. UTAH 2006

This movie is awesome! I saw it today at work. Mom...make Dad get his butt over to the computer and watch it cause I think he will like it. Just click on the link below...

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=wPUTFmBGEZk

Winter is definitely here

This is what it looked like when I came home from work today, all dark and snowy, and windy.
Then 10 minutes later the storm stopped for a minute, and it was gorgeous outside.

Yesterday, today, and tomorrow we are getting hit hard with the first real winter snow storm of the season. By the looks of this storm I think we are in for a long, cold, snowy winter.

Last night, on my way home from work, I had some issues actually getting home. To get home to my house I have to drive up a very steep hill, and there are no ways around it. Most of the year its nice to live up on the hill. We get a gorgeous view, and nice breezes in the summer (plus it makes me feel like I am rich living on hill above everybody, even though I am just in a rich persons basement instead, renting. Did I mention that my mattress is on my floor, and we have a yellow kitchen?). However, in the winter, the streets turn to ice slicks, mounds of snow grow and grow on the side of the road, and for some reason snowplows discriminate against cul-de-sacs and smaller roads, which is where I live. In my opinion people who live in cul-de-sacs and on smaller streets need the snow plowed just as much as those who live on large streets, and busy highways. It might be safer for me to just sled all the way to work and hitch hike home than to risk driing my car down a 45 degree angle street on ice. Last night on my way home from work, I slid through a stop sign with my breaks giving me no help at all. Then as I turned the corner up the little hill in front of my house I almost slid into the neighbors yard. After barely making that turn I started to make my way up the hill which took me aproximately 42 minutes as I zig zagged back and forth inch by inch. As I am zig zagging out of control up my hill there are these little kids sledding down the middle of the street...can they not see that I obviously have no control of my car, and that at any minute my tires will regain a grip on the road and I might actually accelerate, do they think I am just burning rubber in the middle of the street for fun? REALLY! Finally a little girl who was outside shoveling her driveway came over and shoveled in front of my car so that I could make it the last 4 feet around the corner to my street that also was not plowed. I came to a gentle stop next to the curb, where I couldn't believe that I almost died 25 feet away from my house. I CAN'T WAIT FOR WINTER! ITS GONNA BE SWEET!

Christmas came early

Christmas came early for me this year. Since Ryan and I will be going to Oregon this year for Christmas, and not California, my mom wanted to give me my present while we were there in California for Thanksgiving. I bet you can't guess what it was...probably you can, and apparently my mom got the hints from you guys and from me about how desprately I needed a digital camera. So, my camera is pretty sweet, and I am way excited about it...THANKS MOM! These were the first pictures taken with my new camera.

Besides the fact that I got a new camera, Ryan and I had a lot of fun in CA this weekend. I wish we could have stayed longer. We hung out with Lori, Paul, Taylor, Grandma, and my Parents a lot. We even got to see Derek and his new dog Nolan. (unfortunately I got the camera after Derek had already left, so no pictures of the cute dog yet). We went and saw "Stranger than Fiction", which we loved, we went out to eat, ate a lovely Thanksgiving dinner of course, and we worked on getting my Grandma's old pictures organized and in books all weekend (Lori, Taylor, Mom, thanks for your help with the pictures. I couldn't have got as mush done as I did without you helping me). Anyway, it was really fun. I wish we could all live by each other again. I miss everybody.

Thanksgiving isn't complete without...

Dodie married Darrel, they had Denny and Diane. Denny married Tina, and Diane married Dick. Dick and Diane had Derek, Deanna, Devon, and Danielle. Darrel Died. Dodie married married Doobie. Doobie died dancing. Dodie married Bob, and Bob almost died at Thanksgiving.

Ta Da!!!

Happy Thanksgiving everyone!

(This post was transcribed by Erin, and spoken by Maggie)

Send me your memories

B, M, A, G, and S---I was wondering if you girls could send me, in email, pictures you have of us in college? I need lots. I have a ton, but unfortunately they are all in a POD in Salt Lake. I will hopefully be getting my stuff out of there soon, but I am not sure when. So, if you guys could send pictures that you have of any of us, in any combination I would really appreciate it. Email them to my mac.com address, and don't be shy about sending a lot if you have them. I can't wait to see what you have. Love you all!

Pink Sunsets

One of my favorite things about Utah is when the mountains have fresh snow on them, all the low snow clouds have cleared away and when the sun sets it makes the mountains look pink. I love when the mountains are pink, not just because its one of my favorite colors but because it really is so beautiful. Its little things like that, that make me greatful to be living in Utah, even though sometimes I wish I wasn't.

Pink mountains in Utah=bright orange and red and purple sunsets in Arizona
Pink mountains in Utah=when the ocean is so blue its almost turquoise and you feel like you could go swimming or surfing in it all day in California
Pink mountains in Utah=waking up to the loudest crack of thunder, a burst of lightning, and the rain that breaks the heat but sometimes not the humidity in Texas
Pink mountains in Utah=the first warm day after a long winter in Wisconsin (I can only imagine)
Pink mountains in Utah=sunny days on the Oregon coast when the ocean is the brightest blue and the trees on the cliffs are the brightest green

Please excuse my corniness, but since last winter I had forgotton about pink sunsets, and even though it was 44 degrees outside and the wind was blowing at like 85mph the pretty sunset made me feel so good.

Turkey Day is fast approaching

Ten reasons why I love Thanksgiving/Favorite memories of Thanksgiving (in no particular order):

1. There is something almost sacred about partaking in turkey and stuffing in mass quantities
2. Driving to California with roommates (back in the day) and seeing rigomortis animals on the side of the road, and then pretending to be rigomortis
3. Barb and Em mooning everyone we passed between St. George and the Virgin River Canyon, and making friends with other drivers because of it (sorry guys your secret is out, but lets be honest, it wasn't really a secret was it?).
4. In the Thanksgiving prayer my grandpa calling Barbie, Bridget, and then still during the prayer my grandma whispering in her loudest whisper voice "its Barbie!", and then my grandpa correcting himself.
5. Eating one of the fanciest dinners of the year off of chinet and using plastic utensils.
6. Getting to be around family and friends and everyone you love the most
7. Asking my brother after we had eaten Thanksgiving dinner what he was doing as he lay on the couch face up with his face flinched and scrunched...and he simply replied in a heavy voice..."breathing". (I guess he was pretty full).
8. The "envelope of fire". (this is what my grandpa would call the foil wrapped around the Turkey to keep all the moisture and heat in).
9. Costco pumpkin pie with Cool Whip...lots and lots of Cool Whip
10. Finding the neck of the turkey still inside the body after you have cooked it and are sitting at the dinner table serving up some delectable bird, and one of your guests uses the turkey tongs to get another piece but instead pulls out the turkey neck..... mmm mmm good!

shhhh! its a secret

So, I am pretty sure that Jenny didn't want me to post this picture because she made me put them on my webpage in a hidden spot when she had to look at them to pick her favorite. (Sorry for the run on). Anyway, thats why I didn't post it earlier, but I am pretty sure that most of Ryan's family doesn't look at my blog. Jennifer just didn't want anyone to see the picture before she sent it out. But here I am posting it for lack of anything interesting in my life to post about. This is the picture that they chose for their engagement picture, the one that they will be sending out. Jennifer and Nathan are getting married on December 29, in the Portland, OR temple.

As soon as something of interest happens in my life (like eating bowtie chicken ceasar salad with Bone Junior), you better believe I will be posting. Until then, I hope this holds you over.

Bowtie

For lunch today I ate Chicken Ceasar Bowtie Salad at the PIzza Factory. It was very tasty.

Jen is Engaged!!!

In case you didn't know, Jennifer, Ryan's youngest sister, is engaged. She got engaged on Sunday October 22. So, this weekend I went up to Rexburg to help Jen and her parent's pick out a wedding dress and bride’s maids dresses, I took her engagement pictures, and we took care of anything else that we could whilst the parental units were there. I drove up Friday night after work, picked up Debbie and Jack at the Idaho Falls Airport, and then we hung out for a couple of hours before we crashed for the night. I think we all were expecting a long day Saturday as we would all be trying to find Jen a wedding dress and bride’s maid’s dresses in one day. For those of you who are married or were involved in someone else's wedding you know that this is not an easy task. We had to cram it all in to one day because Debbie and Jack were headed back to Oregon Sunday morning.

So, we arrived at the first dress store at 10am Saturday morning. As we walked in we were greeted by a friendly store employee, whom we will call Dolores since I never caught her name.(Just cause Dolores sounds like an old lady name, don't assume that she is old. Dolores is actually about my age, really cute, blonde, and petite. Just like your typical bridal store employee). Dolores asked Jen if she had been in the store before because she thought she looked familiar, but Jen said "no". Dolores said that maybe she just looked familiar from campus. Then Jen and I proceeded to go through the racks of wedding dresses, and she picked out about 8 dresses and went into the dressing room with Dolores and started putting dresses on. Debbie, Jack, and I all sat down next to the elevated bridal runway of carpets and lights, with a huge mirror from wall to wall. So, Jen tried on all the dresses coming out each time and walking up and down the runway trying to decide if this would be THE dress. When she got to the last dress she came out and said this is it! She wanted that one, it was decided. Debbie and I, being wise from experience in weddings and many years of shopping, tried to make sure that she didn't want to go to any other stores to see what they had. But Jen had already decided that this was the dress, it was final. So Debbie and I gave in a little reluctantly but also a little relieved that we wouldn't have to go to 42,000 other stores. Then on our way out Debbie saw another dress in the window that would be cute for the bride’s maid’s dresses. Jen really liked that dress too, and so did I so we talked to Dolores and she told us the low down on the dress and basically gave us the green light on the bride’s maids dress Jen wanted. By now the time is approximately 11:45 and Jack and Jen were at the register purchasing the dress and getting ready to leave. It took us less than two hours to find everything! Now, who do you know that was able to pick out their wedding dress and brides maids dresses in an hour and forty-five minutes? I know no one! No one who is that fast! It was amazing!

It turns out that she HAD been in the store before, only once before, and had already picked out both her dress and the brides maids dresses the day before she got engaged. She just didn’t want us to know that she came in before she was engaged. Sneaky, sneaky, scandalous Jen...you're good, real good.

Thanks for making your wedding shopping short and sweet!

After she picks the engagement picture that she likes I will post a picture of Jen and Nathan P. Mitton.

A Bald Something in San Clemente!

So, while I was in California I was driving around with Val. I think we were on our way back from having breakfast together, going back to her house. She was in the middle fo telling me a story when out of no where flies this bald eagle landing on a palm tree branch near by. As you can imagine I was very suprised by my sighting of our nations bird right there in my own home town! Never before had I seen this majestic bird in SC. I let out a gasp, interrupting Val's story. She asked me, "what?", probably thinking that we almost hit someone or something. Right when I was about to show her the bald eagle perched on the palm tree branch, the big black crow dropped the large white piece of paper trash that it was holding in its beak to reveal it's true colors....black, and only black. So what! everybody gets bald eagles and crows mixed up...big deal.

After the tears from laughter subsided, I tried to explain that the trash the crow was transporting totally made it look like an egale at a quick glance. Also, that I have actually seen bald eagles on many occasions in Utah and Oregon and I know that the two aves look nothing alike in real life.

I have a feeling I won't be living that down anytime soon.

Can't you see the resemblence?

Close Quarters

Okay, so a couple of days ago (Thursday night to be exact), I flew out to California, which is where I am right now. I fly stand by as many of you know, so traveling somewhere is always an adventure. Well, I did end up getting on the flight and I saw some old friends who were on the same flight as me too. My friends, Jonathan and Darren were lucky enough to have been upgraded to first class, and I was lucky enough just to get a seat, but still dissappointed all the same that I didn't get to sit in first class. So, I walk by my friends comfortably seated in First Class, with their own liter of coke, and a steak dinner. I get back to my row, 16, and look for my seat, D. Low and behold! I get the even greater priviledge of sitting in a middle seat. So, I sit down hoping that I will be lucky enough to only have one person seated next to me, because as of right now I am the only one in my row. Not even two minutes later a dude comes walking up and says those dreaded words..."I think thats me sitting here" as he gestured to the window seat. "AHHHHHH!", thats what I said to myself inside, but on the outside I said, "oh sure just a minute" as I awkwardly got up out of my seat so he could get by. Once the gentleman was seated we both made some lame small talk to one another, joking about how small the seats were in the back of the plane,and he made me promise that I would wake him up if he started to snore. (yeah right buddy). So, this guy was really nice, but also kinda large. Not in a fat way, just in a big linebacker sort of way. Then a couple minutes after this another guy comes and sits down on the other side of me, thankfully he was a petitte man, cause lets be honest, I am not what one would call small.

The whole point of this story, that I am not so eloquently getting to is that the bigger dude next to the window was lapping over into my seat. Not his arm or stomach or side, just his thigh. The whole flight his thigh was oozing over into my seat, Where my thigh was quietly minding its own business keeping its fat to itself and then over comes lumpy. We sat the whole flight trying not to touch thighs, he kept adjusting and moving and trying to get his body parts on his side of the seat crack, but it was no use. Needless to say I had a bad case of sweaty upper thigh due to the fact that it was being suffocated by someone else's.

If the gentleman in 16E is reading this (which I am sure he isn't), I'm sorry. You were a very nice man and all, but next time could you request an isle seat instead of a window seat, that would work out better for all those envolved.

Just for Lori

I just got done watching all five hours of 8mm home movies. Since Lori wasn't in the other movie that I posted last time (because she wasn't born yet) this is my little tribute to her and again to my sweet grandpa who passed away on Sunday. Lori is just so stinkin' cute!

For G...

Okay, for those of you (sorry G) who can't view my newest movie here is the link:

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=op7LFTuCMy8

Hopefully that will rectify the situation. If you want to view the Treadmill one go to youtube.com and type in "fun with treadmills" in the search bar and it should come up. It has four guys on eight treadmills dancing and don't forget the silver tarp as a back drop, just so you can make sure you got the right one. Ahhh heck, here's the link for that video too:

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=84dnMQl3Eos

Happy viewing!

The Good Ol' Days

This film has clips from Harline Family movies between 1955 and 1957. I took out some of my favorite moments from 17 of the reels. From what I have seen so far, I am so excited to see what is on the other 70 reels! As you can see I come from some pretty good looking people, and doesn't that tall gangley blonde kid look a whole lot like Derek?

Fun with Treadmills

Um...if exercising were like this I would be all over it. I think the local gym would be mad if I were jumping all up and down and around on their equipment though. maybe I will just have to buy 8 treadmills of my own.

I'm an aunt! again

So, my new niece was born on October 4, 2006. She was 4 lbs. 15 ozs and 18 1/2 inces long! Her name is Natalie Nicole She was a month early because of some complications but everything went down without a hitch, from what I hear. Nikki and Natalie are doing good and were supposed to come home either yesterday or today. Nikki, I hope you don't mind that I put this picture up! I think you all look so adorable, its such a cute family picture with Tyson alseep on Eric and you holding Natalie. Nikki, you are such a tropper and so amazingly strong! I love you.
She is so tiny! Babies are so awesome, and a miracle everytime (sorry if thats too corny, but its so true!) Can't wait to meet you Natalie!

Creepy and crawly, doesn't work out for me

A couple of days ago, before the birth of "blog blah blah blah", Bone Junior and I took a nice leisurely lunch together, and by leisurely I mean we took a 2 hour lunch. We went to Quiznos, and sat there for about a half hour. Then we went to next door to some bread store to get a tasty chocolate treat (what lunch is complete without a tasty chocolate treat?). We emerged from the bread store with a glorious square of chocolate, nuts, and fudge. We were about to get in my car when who did we spy but our dear friend The Jam (do not confuse the jam with The Jam, we weren't about to spread her on our tasty chocolate treat or anything). So we took another 15 to 20 minutes to talk to her about fat belts, babysitting, and how pretty Bone Junior's hair was. After this conversation we proceeded on towards the Auto Zone so Bone Junior could purchase some oil and other supplies for her class later that night. Then it was on to Wal-Mart where Bone Junior wanted to purchase a gift for someone (who shall remain nameless until said person receives said gift). Now here is where the whole story takes a turn for the worse. I started to feel not so good while at the Wal-Mart and we decided to go back to my house so I could drug up and rest a little. To make this long story a little shorter, we ended up laying on my bed at my house for almost another hour and then went back to work.

Now, this is where my story starts to involve things that creep and crawl. While we were laying on my bed, Bone Junior saw out of the corner of her eye something crawling across the pillow that she was resting her noggin upon. Next thing I know we are both letting out blood curdling screams and trying to get as far away from the pillow as possible. I still had no idea why we had started exercising our vocal chords, but you know how it is when one person screams like that it always turns into a chain reaction. So, Bone Junior carefully went back to the pillow to lift quickly, with as little physical contact with the pillow as possible, to reveal a giant brown spider still crawling around on my bed like he owned the joint. Bone Junior and I are both pretty freaked out about spiders and usually revert to making others kill them or shew them away for us (the first choice is more preferable), but since it was just she and I a silent vote was taken and it was determined that I was less afraid of spiders than she. I ended up squishing it and she took the wad of TP to the bathroom and Gildersleeves (that's the spider) was flushed to a watery death (if he wasn't dead already).

Later on that night, when it was time for me to go to bed, I remembered my experience earlier that day. Ryan was out of town, so I would be sleeping alone on our mattress that lays directly on the floor since we live the simple life right now in our sweet little basement apartment. I got to thinking, "where did that spider come from? It's not like I leave windows and door open or anything." So, I decided to check under my mattress just to make sure that none of Gildersleeves' cousins would be joining me that night after I went to sleep. Well, thankfully I checked because yes indeed there were 3 other spideys lurking in the corner where the wall meets the carpet and where my mattress fits right into that sweet 90 degree angle. Once again, I had to be in charge of killing the spiders on my own unless by some miracle chuck sprouted thumbs in the next 30 seconds.

Needless to say it took me forever to fall asleep that night as I lie awake wondering where else were the spideys living? And let me tell you, I am pretty sure that all spiders in Utah, maybe even the whole United States might have originated in my apartment. It's pretty awesome!

For Grandpa

So, right now I am in the middle of a project for my grandpa, and really for my whole family. Some of you may know about it already, but I am making a picture movie for my grandpa. Over Labor Day weekend Ryan and I went to California to spend some time with my parents and grandparents. Since I knew that we were going to do this project I started to ask my grandma about old pictures and where I might find them. She said they were probably in the garage somewhere in boxes, but she wasn't really sure where. So, Ryan and I decided to go on a treasure hunt that lasted only ten minutes since my Aunt and Uncle's garage was pretty well organized. Anyway, we found four boxes of pictures with tons of framed pictures, a couple of old albums, and stacks of old nameless photographs that were so old nobody remembers who they are anymore. But Luckily I was able to go through all the pictures that we had and sort everything out and put names to the pictures that me and Grandma could figure out. It was really fun to be able to talk with my grandma and hear some of her stories.

Right now I am in the process of scanning the pictures into my computer, organizing them, and putting them into movie format. It's been really fun, and I can't wait to get the finished product out to my family. Anyway, these are some of the pictures that I found that weekend at my Grandparents house.


Grandpa is the second from the left. He was a flight instructor in WWII









This is my grandpa and grandma. I think this picture is so cute!









This is my dad and my grandpa








Yep, thats Keith, my dad. So cute, and he totally looks like Derek in this picture. Love you Dad!

My First Attempt

Okay, so I feel like I am just now joining the human race or something. I think probably everybody but me has a blog, and tonight I was bored so I decided to make this glorious blog. So, tonight I don't have any pictures to share or any witty comments, but at least I now have a blog. Oh, and ps my temporary blog title is honor of mike/hizznizzle/the jam...you know who I am talking about...right?