A Night of Dancing

Green and Gold Ball.

We just happened to be reminded at the last minute (we were on a bikeride and stopped at the church to see what was going on.....) that it was the green and gold ball. I knew the kids (Jaden and Mykael) would want to go. So we hurried back home to get changed. Jared even went AND danced with me. Very nice.

The kids spent the time daring each other to dance with so-and-so, while Ashton tackled bigger "boys" with his friends, as Dylan and Eli alternated between the snack table and playing with balloons. It was a much bigger turn out than last years which made it even more enjoyable. "The more the merrier". Right?

Here's last years pictures. I didn't take my camera with me this time. Didn't think about it. Sad. But we ALL had a great time.

Biking 101

Step 1: Protection. Whatever you've got will work. Even if it's a pot with duct tape. Secure the noggin. You'll want to keep it.


Step 2: Wear the most atrocious outfit combo you can find.


Step 3: Hold the seat and handles. Just like your driver's ed teacher did to the stearing wheel in high school. Now we know why.

Step 4: Children tend to gravitate towards objects of harm. Stay close!

Step 5: Let daddy take over once you realize your outfit is unfit for pictures.

Step 6: See step four!

Step 7: When driveway is too cluttered with JUNK, move to larger unobscured location (church parking lot).

*"Eli, You are doing SO GOOD!"

"I know"

When confidence has improved, introduce trick riding.

And just for fun, let's throw in some hecklers as well.

Step 8: when unsure of your newly aquired "skillz", try tongue thingy.

It works!

Step 8: Get a good riding distance to perform your stunts.

Step 9: Forget what you were doing by the time you reach the end.

Happy Riding!

*Due to an outside observation of my own selfishness, I have revised this course to two very simple steps....

Step 1: When a properly attired adult let's go of your seat, Ride like a bat out of hell!
Step 2: Make your momma proud!!!


P.S. no scrapes, cuts, or bruises were aquired with the making of this post.
The end. :o)

Where oh where has my little boy gone?

It's 10:30 pm. All children have been put to bed and I'm waiting for the last person (grandma L) to turn their lights off so I can go to sleep. (I HATE having ANY light on!) I waited and waited and waited and the light was not going out. SOOO I got out of bed to turn it off. Dylan had given me a hard time about going down so I checked on him. The only light that was on was the stairs. So I crept in his room and he wasn't in his bed. First thougth. Grandma. So I went down and discovered she was alone. I asked if she had seen Dylan and "no" was what I got back. Of course, that called for all lights to be turned on and this is what I found.....




Apparently he was in transit to my room and while he waited for me to go to sleep before sneaking into my bed (as usual), he got a little tired himself. By this time, grandma came up to help, so we had a good laugh together and went ahead with a photo shoot.

It pays for mommy to not put clothes immediately away after washing.

Made for a perfect bed. If the basket was a little bigger I would've crawled in next to him.

Ashton's 6

I really had big plans for his cake. But circumstances were such that the day was very rushed and the preparation time for the cake was limited. I was bummed, but he liked it anyways and it turned out ok. First off...he wanted a Lego Star wars cake. The only image I could find was a storm trooper.

Alisha told me of this idea about putting waxed paper over an image and then tracing with frosting. It worked ok but would've been better if it had more time to freeze. But it at least left an imprint or stamp that I was able to go over with frosting.

He got all the things a litle boy would want, and a mother would question.

Regardless, he had a great day. As you can see.

Love this boy!!!

Kennecot Copper Mine "fieldtrip"

Having lived her for a "few" years, we decided to visit the local attractions. The copper mines being one. It was only $5 per car and we were able to drive up into the mine to the visitor center and get a great view of the mine and learn about the amazing machinery that is used.

Size perspective

Click on this picture and read what it says. Cool stuff!

Again...click on picture to read. Pretty amazing machines.

The bucket that scoopes the dirt can fit 4 full sized pickups inside. Takes 3 scoopes to fill one of the dumps.

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These "shovels" are electric powered. I'd love to see that battery!

The scoops, scoop outwards as opposed to the typical backhoe or trackhoe you'd see on a regular construction site that scoops in.

Water truck. I would REALLY like to know how much water is being held in this thing. Never found that out. But we plan to go back for more. We really loved it and it is so close.

These trucks drive 13 mph loaded going up the hill.

Backing up (a house!)

Dumping

SO....who's up for a visit? I know this GREAT place!

Things I say to people in my mind.

To the man wearing his Airline Pilot uniform: "Fly safe my friend. And don't crash! Please."

To the nice smiling man carrying a young boy in his arms: "OMHeck! that boys' hair is gorgeous! He'll be a heart breaker. (He had long curly blond locks. And I knew he was a boy because he was wearing camouflage.)

To the man wearing army fatigues: "Thank you!"

To the woman conversing with another that said: "I don't mean to gossip, but I heard...," I say, "then don't!"

To the girl texting while driving alongside my car: "Are you serious?!?!? PUT THE PHONE DOWN!"

To the man wearing a beanie: "you're kids have beautiful red hair. Must've gotten it from you. You don't need to hide it."

To the woman at the gas station: "Thank you for saying hi and asking me how my day is. It reminds me that I should do the same to other strangers."

To the daughter of a woman I know, that caused a terrible car crash: "I'm glad you and everyone is OK. People make mistakes. Don't be so hard on yourself."

To my very good friend when I drive past her house: "Honk honk" (cause I'm too chicken to actually do it.)

To my neighbor: "Please stop hating us. I can feel the hatred every time I see you outside. We really ARE decent people. Give us a chance and you might like what you learn. But then, maybe you did and then didn't. For that, I'm sorry. I DO want to be your friend!"

To the child/ren that live in this house. "I LOVE YOU!"

To one of my church leaders: "You intimidate me. I wish I felt love and compassion from you."

To the thousands of cars out my window: "I wonder where you're going?"

To my childhood friends, that have recently been found: "I wish it was like it used to be when we were little."

To my family: "I miss you a lot!"

To the woman yelling at her kids in the store: "PLEASE don't do that in public. For your kids sake! Public humiliation is the worst. But I understand why you would be so frustrated."

To the people that visit my blog: "THANK YOU FOR VISITING. It's OK to comment, even if you don't know me."

I did post again....

...but the post is down a little bit. You'll have to scroll down to "An unhappy story". Thanks for visiting.