Leaf Collection

Ridge got an A on his leaf project. He missed an A+ by one point because there was no date. Sorry teacher, there was a date on every page. I tried to make Ridge take it back to his teacher and get the extra point, but he wouldn't. It seems like I'm the only one who wanted the A+. I'm fine with that. Why in the world a teacher gives a "family project", I still can't understand. I don't need any more homework. Especially if it isn't going to be graded correctly. I'm just messin'. It was fun leaf hunting. We learned that on the ISU campus there is a collection of trees already identified. It was like one stop shopping. Even if we missed one point we had a good time doing it. Maybe when Brock is in 4th grade I can ask for a better project, like a collection of chocolate or jewels. Make it something the whole family would really like.

BYU

I am finally OK with the loss to UTAH. I know it was better for Utah to win so they could get a better bowl game. I have forgiven Hall for his inability to throw a decent pass during the drives when we had the momentum. I am OK now. I love BYU football. I have a hard time when they loose. Sorry about all the yelling. It's OK. Why did this have to happen?

don't drink out of the sink

After my experience with this year's bout with barfarhea, I needed to share this story about my big brother, Jason. He'll more than likely send me hate mail but it's worth it. Jason was in walmart a few years ago shopping with his beautiful daughter MacKenzie and had that churning sensation in his stomache. You know the one that says run don't walk, be careful with the release of any gas because you might get more than your bargained for. That one. He made it to the bathroom but of course it had the infamous sign, sorry cleaning in progress, please use the bathroom in the rear of the store. He of course didn't think his rear could make it to the rear. He manage to grin and bear it, sweating the whole way. When he got there, of course, the men's room was out of order. He at this point had to make the decision. Ladies room or poopie pants. He went for poopie pants. Not really. He headed into the ladies room and gave MacKenzie strick instructions. If anyone tries to come in, tell them, "wait, my daddy's in there." It was probably the time that he took to give MacKenzie instructions that made him have to do what he did next. He entered the ladies room and the toilet was broken. There was nothing he could do now, sick to his stomach, his daughter guarding the door, did what only a 6'3" man could do. Use the sink. I guess it was pretty messy, but it worked. As Jason was cleaning up he heard MacKenzie outside saying you can't go in here, my dad's in there using the bathroom. Talk about the absolute worst things that can happen. This is one of them. I laughed my head off. My suggestion to anyone in this situation, ignore the first sign on the door. also, never drink out of the sink, you never know.

barfahrea

Wow! In the last few weeks I've experienced things that only a mother can endure, believe, and clean up. The stomache flu had been going around Soda, so of course it stopped by for a visit. I was either holding a baby, cleaning up explosive diahrea (that's what Brock came up with) or vomit, and on 24-7 laundry detail. It went through everyone except Ridge and myself. I don't know how Ridge escaped, I'm just glad he did. I didn't get it because I was using clorox about every 10 minutes. My lungs will probably never recover after the amount of clorox I went through. I think the people at the store think I'm running a meth lab now.
This was truely only something a mother could do. At one point I was contemplating gating off the laundry room, where there is only a concrete floor and a drain, stripping the sick and afflicted down to the buff, and just hosing them down every 30 minutes. I just couldn't figure out how to get the hose in the house. A project for next summer. I have earned my wings with this battle. I more than likely won't burn now, just simmer!

One less cat

I couldn't find one of our kittens. It had been missing all day. They stay outside so I didn't worry about it too much. When the boys came home from school I told them to go look for Spice. A few minutes later, Ridge and his buddy Morgan came in the house and told me they found Spice laying in the neighbors yard (where a cat eating dog named Crockett lives.) It didn't take long to do the, "what happened to the kitten " math.
I told Ridge to go get the kitten so we could burry it. Here's where it get's crazy.
While Ridge was looking for a shovel, Brock went to look at the kitten. Well, he had his friend Conner and his friends' dog with him. The dog is a newfoundland, Ramsees, also a cat eater. Needless to say the dog got to the kitten before Brock. Brock wasn't going to let Ramsees have the cat. He grabbed Ramsees by the collar to try to stop him, and yelled for Ridge and Morgan to come help. Brock is now being pulled down the road by Ramsees and Ridge and Morgan are running after, Ridge with a shovel and Morgan with a broom. They went down the Road through the intersection and down another road before Brock let go. They didn't come home with the kitten and I didn't dare ask any further questions. Lots of lessons were learned by all today.
The biggest one dogs eat cats. Caleb still can't figure out why the y just can't get along. Try talking a 3 year old through that one.

This is my big brother.

My Brother's 40

HAPPY BIRTHDAY BIG BROTHER!

OMG(gosh)! 40 holly crap-olie.

I've always had the idea in my head that 40 was old. Now that my brother is there and I am close, this will be the only time I can honestly admit this, I was wrong. I'm just getting started. I still feel like kid inside. I can still remember chasing him around the yard, bugging him, sneaking in his room, trying to catch him kissing his girlfriend, like it was yesterday. The greatest memories in my life are of him, Jason, and the McMurtery's in our clubhouse in the backyard. These memories are so fond I can still to this moment remeber the sites, tastes, and sounds that were happening then. It didn't matter what we were doing as long as I was with my brothers, I was always happy. I can't believe time goes so fast. Wow 40. how did that happen?