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January 7

It only took me 13 years to decide to hang up blinds in my kitchen.

$4 specials from Lowes. 

 January 8

Can't really say that I'm a football fan

But other people at my house are.  

Can't really say that we are Denver Bronco's fans.

Well, except my son, but what does he know?

It's not like the "31" he got on his ACT's last month makes him smart or anything.

But, Tim Tebow? 

Everybody loves Tim Tebow.

 January 9

Words with Friends.

It's addicting.

I always lose.

Always.

 January 10

The best thing about winter:

Not having to wake up so early to catch a sunrise.

 January 11

She's so sweet when she's sleeping.

Then she wakes up when she hears her people pull into the driveway

and it's all over with.

Satan's spawn is reborn.

 January 12

Mexican Train Dominoes

Which we only managed a few rounds of

because Ishee was so wound up

we couldn't stand to be in the same room as her any more.

 January 13

Much to my husbands confusion,

there is some redecorating going on in my house.

It started with a lamp from Ikea. 

Who knows where it will end.
Results to be revealed through out the year.
Are you as excited as I am?

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Photostory Friday - the cat from hell

One day, my daughter did this.

She set her sweet baby-bree kitten down in the grass and we spent the next hour begging her to come out from under the porch. Now she is a prisoner in her own home, spending her days plotting her escape, crying at the door, jumping at the handle, knowing if she could just pull it down a little harder, she could escape. Someday she'll figure it out. She's just that talented. Then she'll be gone. And finally... I might stop asking my husband why he just had to bring her home from Walmart that day.


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Toby the Destroyer

The Christmas tree made it almost an hour before Toby destroyed it.

Okay, that's a stretch. It wasn't even all the way put together when she lit into it. I wonder how long it will be before I come home from work to find the tree lying on the floor.

P.S. Happy Thanksgiving.

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Silence...

Dear Jackson Hole Wyoming,

You are such a tease. Our weatherman tells me you will offer blue skies. So I hitch a ride with the super cute husband in the hopes that today might be the day when I get to photograph your beautiful Tetons, something I have failed at miserably all summer long. And what do I get?

This.... And it turns out, one must drive into this "hole" to get to a spot that one can even see the infamous mountain range.

However, once you get under this layer of clouds, all you see is grey, yucky, ickiness. So icky, the closest thing we saw to wildlife was this cobweb along the Elk Refuge fenceline.
Don't worry. I'll be back. Someday. Maybe.

Who am I kidding? I will be. The super cute husband likes the company.

Frustratingly yours,

A neighbor from Idaho.

P.S. Who needs to drive all the way to Wyoming for silent photographic moments when I can just drive up the highway to the Conant boat dock and find this....




P.S.S. The theme for this weeks "you capture" was silence... check out Beth's blog at "I should be folding laundry" to see more.







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The one about my week...

The Ish and her dad went to the annual daddy daughter halloween party for the little girls in our ward... she went as an old lady and he went as, according to her... poop.
The girls carved pumpkins at their various church activities (I love what the boy has done with his), and the one in the middle promptly barfed up a cat.
I started sewing my blanket I cut out last Christmas. Better late then never.
The girl celebrated spirit week.
I made more skirts... top left for my lil' (16 yr old) friend Abby, top right for the girl, blue one for Ishee (belated birthday present) and the black and white one for me.
And, it snowed.



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Photostory Friday - Imagine the Itty Bits

My modem appears to be on it's last leg and I could time it with a sundial. Uploading pictures? Doesn't happen unless I hold my breath just right. Considering I still have a chest cold, holding my breath is not that easy.

So, the itty bitty brief synopsis of the week goes a lot like this.

Pretend there are pictures.

Happy Birthday to my mother in law. (imagine a cake) Thank you for not making us take you out to dinner. Your. Best. Birthday. Ever.

I gave my husbands company car away to a complete stranger at a gas station. (imagine a Toyota Camry) The dude was a little wierd with his nice black toenails and tree hugger sandals, but... we kind of like the black Subaru Legend we picked up off a couple of Russian dudes from Walmart last week and had to give the Camry to someone.

The girl ate a 60+ year old cracker. Is there a picture here? There should be. I tried. (if not, imagine the girl gagging on a cracker) She's also eaten about 600 potatoes because man cannot live on 60 year old crackers alone... which she couldn't do anyway since I threw them away.

They. smelled. awful.

From abjacabjacal

So I know you are dying to ask...

Russian dudes in the walmart parking lot? Don't ask. Really. It's not nearly as exciting as one might think.

And where exactly does one get 60 year old crackers? Well, I shall tell you.

See, this girl of mine is smart. Like really smart. Or so her ISAT's (Idaho something or another tests) tell us. Her grades, however? Ehhhh.... lets not go there.

Anyway.

She scored so high on her ISATS that she was picked to be in this super cool class at school called Idaho Exploratory. They like, go on field trips, and like, learn, like, stuff about like, Idaho, and stuff like that. Like, really.

On one of these field trips, she got to go to a potato warehouse out in the middle of nowhere (actually, everywhere in Idaho is pretty much the middle of nowhere and it was there she went) and got to learn all about potatoes. She is now planning a career in potato sorting, it was just. that. cool.

Don't ask me what this has to do with 60 year old crackers since I really don't know, but she came home with a package of 60 year old crackers that were once upon a time someone's food storage or something that they kept in a cave in the middle of nowhere. I don't get it myself. Of course, she didn't tell us this until after the husband ate one.

*gag*




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Photostory Friday - Three stories

Story 1...

Toby/Turbulence/Turbo/Baybree (depending on who is talking to her) is impossible. How many cats do you know that will sit there and let you spray her over and over and over with water until WE give up and go away? Seriously wierd.
Story 2...

The kitchen tile is officially done. All that is left is the trim around the edges. It's so awesome I actually like sweeping the floor.

Just for fun.

By the way, if you have a steam mop, I'd love to hear all about it. Brand. Price. Advantages. Disadvantages. Convince me I need one. I'd forgotten how much I love not having an island. Until I went to fix dinner. Then I remembered how much I love having an island.
Story 3...

I tagged along with the super cute husband to Jackson Hole the other day. The weather wasn't the greatest but at least I didn't feel like a lame-o wearing my jacket around like I do most other days. Yes, I wear a jacket every time the temperature gets under 80. Got a problem with that? Just for the record, it was 45 degrees in Jackson.

Dang, where does all this gray hair keep coming from... Want to see more of our little daytrip, including Mormon Row, West Piney, and Fall Creek? Clickity on this link... 52 Photowalks (don't worry, the husband was way more excited to be spending the day with me than he looks... I think).

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Photostory Friday - One year older and wiser too?

The super cute husband decided it was time to finally accept the fact that he is turning, well, older.
Like he had a choice.

He didn't want any big celebrations

Or parties

And I obliged.

Instead, we entertained the waitress at Texas Roadhouse
And went to the inlaws house for presents and caramel flan my sister in law bought off some Mexican lady she works with and six kinds of Dreyers icecream.

Complete with 2 extra candles. Because we can't count. I blame the first grader.

We had the party at the inlaws because my husband got a wild hair and moved all the appliances into the dining room.
Right after he gave me permission to buy him tile to redo the floor.

Because he's a glutton for punishment.

As if turning, well, older wasn't punishment enough already. Right?

Friday afternoon.
Saturday morning.
Saturday afternoon.
Monday night.

We did just enough to get the appliances out of the dining room.
The goal is to finish this weekend.

With or without Toby's help.

And while he tiled the floor...



The girls played in the irrigation water and caught a fish.

I suggested we let Toby have it.

They agreed.

Me and my brilliant ideas.

Ishee eventually flushed it. The Ish drew up some Soduku puzzles and left them by the front door....

Just in case her dad or grandpa got tired of tiling and wanted something else to do.

My 16 year old son did not go to the homecoming dance.

Just the pathetic game.

Which we lost.

Of course.

We made him go just to pick up his sister and her friend. I doubt he would have gone otherwise.

He's so anti-social, I'm surprised the kids at school had the guts to even paint this on my his truck!

And now, a personal note for my sister....

The boy told me you gave him permission to run over my tree. HA!

Don't you know I "want" a whole forest of Quaking Aspens in my yard?

Anything to block out the view of the house across the street.

The one where they brought in semi truckload after semi truckload of nasty potato dirt.

Nice.

I'm told he's been sent a letter for violating every smell ordinance known to mankind. Plow under the stinky dirt or else. Either that, or the county was just telling my mother in law that to shut her up. It could happen.

Please comply, Mr. Neighbor dude. Don't make us hate you any more than we already do. My aspens aren't going to grow THAT fast! And P.S.... Happy Birthday super cute husband... you look even better than the day I married you. Thanks for being my husband.

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