Tuesday, November 25, 2008
Flaming Geyser & Fall meets King Co.
A few weeks ago (I'm a bit behind on posting...) we went to a beautiful park, the beauty mostly due to the AMAZING fall colors around here. Gorgeous and magnificent. So here are a few pictures. I'm not the best photographer but I sure do enjoy taking pictures! Make sure to click on them to get all the details!
This is the parks namesake. A little methane seeping out from somewhere in the earths core creating a constantly burning little fire - it was even raining that day but it didn't put out this little light o' mine... It made me think of the 10 virgins, just waiting for the bridegroom, 5 of them with their little lamps ready and enough oil to last the night - in this case gas rather than oil but I'm sure you get it...
I love living here, I love almost everything about this area. It is so beautiful. The Lord has truly blessed this area with some amazing artwork. I am continually amazed that any one place could be so beautiful. It is better than Picasso, way better than Pollock - I just don't get him, maybe I'm not artsy fartsy enough, but most of it looks like scribbles to me... sorry, random!
We have been adventuring out a little less mainly because we've been so busy but partly because of the rain, which tries to stop us - it only succeeds when it adds cold and wind - otherwise we don't mind mud, oh oops, I mean much...
Mom, these mossy tree pictures are for you. I remember one of our houses you trying forever to get moss to grow between the stepping stones. I thought it was so funny, clearly it was funny because I remember it 15 years later :) Come, take moss from us Mom, we have plenty to spare...
I just like this little tree, it looked so pretty, we were driving around looking at potential customers and I jumped out of the car to photograph this. The kids were a little freaked out, they thought Brandon was leaving me there. :) Isn't it wonderful how a plain, ordinary tree can turn into this?!?!?!
This is the parks namesake. A little methane seeping out from somewhere in the earths core creating a constantly burning little fire - it was even raining that day but it didn't put out this little light o' mine... It made me think of the 10 virgins, just waiting for the bridegroom, 5 of them with their little lamps ready and enough oil to last the night - in this case gas rather than oil but I'm sure you get it...
I love living here, I love almost everything about this area. It is so beautiful. The Lord has truly blessed this area with some amazing artwork. I am continually amazed that any one place could be so beautiful. It is better than Picasso, way better than Pollock - I just don't get him, maybe I'm not artsy fartsy enough, but most of it looks like scribbles to me... sorry, random!
We have been adventuring out a little less mainly because we've been so busy but partly because of the rain, which tries to stop us - it only succeeds when it adds cold and wind - otherwise we don't mind mud, oh oops, I mean much...
Mom, these mossy tree pictures are for you. I remember one of our houses you trying forever to get moss to grow between the stepping stones. I thought it was so funny, clearly it was funny because I remember it 15 years later :) Come, take moss from us Mom, we have plenty to spare...
I just like this little tree, it looked so pretty, we were driving around looking at potential customers and I jumped out of the car to photograph this. The kids were a little freaked out, they thought Brandon was leaving me there. :) Isn't it wonderful how a plain, ordinary tree can turn into this?!?!?!
Monday, November 24, 2008
Dillon-isms
Recent funny little comments from the Dillynator.
Singing in the car with Brandon -
Dillon starts jammin' out when this song comes on in the truck so Brandon says:
Dad - you like this song? (Listening to Jesse McCartney Leavin - ummm don't watch the video just listen :) )
Dillon - Yeah, I like this one, stop singing!
Once again singing with Brandon, Dillon in his seat just singing to himself
"103.3 turning to Apologize... IT'S TOO LATE TO 'POLOGIZE"
He can sing almost the whole song, it's his favorite.
My children recently learned some devastating news... they probably will never have a dog. This is crushing - horrible, misery inducing, life altering, pick one - to them as you who have met my children will know. That was a few weeks ago after we can home from my parents and the beloved Bowzer, the Bowz is the greatest thing in the world to them, particularly Kenzie who is a dog lover extraordinaire. Okay back to the story...
I'm in the kitchen - where I live... :)
Dill - Mom, are you allergic to baby bears?
Me - Well, I think so but I've never been around one
Dill - so does that mean we can get one ?
Me - uhhh, no.
Dill - I would keep its house in my room and carry it with me everywhere and you would never even see it, now can I have a baby bear?
Later that day...
Mom, are you allergic to alligators?
I know these things are mainly adorable to the mother of the child, but I wanted to record them :)
Singing in the car with Brandon -
Dillon starts jammin' out when this song comes on in the truck so Brandon says:
Dad - you like this song? (Listening to Jesse McCartney Leavin - ummm don't watch the video just listen :) )
Dillon - Yeah, I like this one, stop singing!
Once again singing with Brandon, Dillon in his seat just singing to himself
"103.3 turning to Apologize... IT'S TOO LATE TO 'POLOGIZE"
He can sing almost the whole song, it's his favorite.
My children recently learned some devastating news... they probably will never have a dog. This is crushing - horrible, misery inducing, life altering, pick one - to them as you who have met my children will know. That was a few weeks ago after we can home from my parents and the beloved Bowzer, the Bowz is the greatest thing in the world to them, particularly Kenzie who is a dog lover extraordinaire. Okay back to the story...
I'm in the kitchen - where I live... :)
Dill - Mom, are you allergic to baby bears?
Me - Well, I think so but I've never been around one
Dill - so does that mean we can get one ?
Me - uhhh, no.
Dill - I would keep its house in my room and carry it with me everywhere and you would never even see it, now can I have a baby bear?
Later that day...
Mom, are you allergic to alligators?
I know these things are mainly adorable to the mother of the child, but I wanted to record them :)
Thursday, November 20, 2008
IT TOOK ME 25 YEARS AND 11 MONTHS TO LEARN THIS!?!?!?
Life's lessons are so unexpected. As I contemplate this post I can hear my mothers words echoing in my head. They are reverberating around in there like a record with a scratch. Why is it so hard to obey? My mother, who is twice my age and more than triple my intellectual power and street smarts :) has told me certain things over and over so many times if I think about them I can hear her voice just like she is standing next to me instead of 2,533 miles away.
I believe mothers specialize in nagging. It is the only way things happen to our satisfaction and proper timing. I prefer to call it gently nudging. Kind of like when you are pregnant and you first feel your baby kicking. It starts out so little, just little whispers of a flutter against you. Then as the fetus grows those flutters become a little more noticeable and grow even still to be, well, rather unpleasant, particularly around your internal organs that are unaccustomed to being assaulted by feet. I regularly "nudge" members of my family, the way my mother nudged me, her mother did her and so on, throughout all of human existence, with the possible exception of the Garden of Eden. Eve doesn't seem like a gentle nudger, not until they got kicked out of there anyway, I like to think of her as more of a do-it-yourselfer...
For my wonderful children and husband the initial nudge is so gentle and sweet - they are my soft little flutterings and whisper sweet voice. Then it grows, depending on the importance of the issue it can grow exponentially and other flutters just turn into nudges and grow into taps - at times incessant tapping, not unlike the torture we inflicted as children involving sitting on someone and "tapping" their forehead until they can name 10 cereals.
I conclude these thoughts with one thing remaining unsaid which I dedicate to my dearest nudger, who nudged and tapped me through the first 25 years and 11 months of my existence.
Mother, I gargled hot salt water and dang it all, it worked.
I believe mothers specialize in nagging. It is the only way things happen to our satisfaction and proper timing. I prefer to call it gently nudging. Kind of like when you are pregnant and you first feel your baby kicking. It starts out so little, just little whispers of a flutter against you. Then as the fetus grows those flutters become a little more noticeable and grow even still to be, well, rather unpleasant, particularly around your internal organs that are unaccustomed to being assaulted by feet. I regularly "nudge" members of my family, the way my mother nudged me, her mother did her and so on, throughout all of human existence, with the possible exception of the Garden of Eden. Eve doesn't seem like a gentle nudger, not until they got kicked out of there anyway, I like to think of her as more of a do-it-yourselfer...
For my wonderful children and husband the initial nudge is so gentle and sweet - they are my soft little flutterings and whisper sweet voice. Then it grows, depending on the importance of the issue it can grow exponentially and other flutters just turn into nudges and grow into taps - at times incessant tapping, not unlike the torture we inflicted as children involving sitting on someone and "tapping" their forehead until they can name 10 cereals.
I conclude these thoughts with one thing remaining unsaid which I dedicate to my dearest nudger, who nudged and tapped me through the first 25 years and 11 months of my existence.
Mother, I gargled hot salt water and dang it all, it worked.
Tuesday, November 18, 2008
My BFF
(photo courtesy of google who led me to someone elses blog:) )This stuff is AMAZING!!! The catch is you have to start it within a few hours of discovering you have a cold.
I was visiting teaching a couple months ago and in between making the calls and showing up I had started in on a HORRIBLE cold, within hours, you could tell it was "that" cold - usually my colds last for weeks with the hacking - going to make you throw up cough and making my asthma act of somethin' fierce thus making a cold way more miserable. Our bishops wife (who I visit teach) ran up, grabbed a q-tip and Zicam and made me shove it up my nose (yes, a little awkward but worth every second!!!) It's not instant relief or anything, it just makes your cold go away faster. Rather than the usual 2+ weeks a cold usually lasts me, it was gone in a couple days and being gone so quickly it didn't even impact my asthma - YEAHHHHH! As normal breather ya'll might not understand the importance of this - but to a wheezing geezer, this is HUGE! It has been my constant companion during these last few months and as I pass yet another cold this week with great ease and "very little inconvenience to myself" (random P&P quote, for those completely obsessed - or maybe it's just me???) I will willingly pay $12 for a couple days worth of a cold. (if you google Zicam coupons you can print a $1 off coupon, I'm big into coupons...) Another bonus, since my colds have been so short my kids haven't gotten them once! Yeah for healthy kids!!!!!
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