memory lane is a funny place

I took Jenny, my sister, to the high school this afternoon to accompany our neighbor in her audition for the fall play and while I was waiting, I decided to wander. They have just redone all of the walls and I have to say it looks loads better than the old, rotting wood before. Too bad they didn’t think of that 3 years earlier…  Anyways, it was funny to walk down all the halls and look in all the classrooms I spent 3 years of my life in. Man, that is a long time. I will be forever grateful that I don’t have to spend one more awkward lunch hour deciding who to sit with or daring one another to talk with a secret crush. Lunch hour was hard for me being the shy one, but the rest of high school was enjoyable. Things were so carefree then and life was much simpler. Don’t get me wrong, I would never want to go back and do it again. But I had a good time. I will never forget sophomore year in Mr. Benson’s debate class. Camille Hardy and I made that class a blast. Congress had to be my favorite part with all the ludicrous bills we would make up. That and it was easiest part of debate. All I found in there tonight was a woman behind her computer literally rockin out to Weird Al’s “EBay”. I sure got a kick out of her off-tune singing and odd dance moves. And in the math hall, there was another teacher practicing some sort of skit with off-tune singing and awesome dance moves too! Little known Rexburg secret: If you want some fantastic entertainment that will keep you laughing, go to the high school at night when the late working teachers think everyone has left. I have to warn you though, you might just pee your pants laughing so bring an extra pair.

a rainy sunday

Sunday was a pretty stormy day and cute Jack-Jack was sick. Poor little guy has scarlet fever! Luckily, he is doing loads better even though he has a hard time with taking his medicine. Anyways, while the fam was at church and since I had already gone to my college ward, Jack and I played out on the porch watching the rain pour down 

and talking about life, the ever changing stock market, and what Obama will 

really do about the war. We got deep, as you would suspect from a 3½ year old. What we really did was count the cars that passed to make waiting for mommy’s car to come home go by faster.

Jack couldn't quite figure out how to show that three black cars passed by with his fingers.

So we had a mini lesson on numbers and fingers.

The result:

They finally arrived back home!

Fiona wanted to join in on the fun of course!

What a cutie pie!

This has now become a favorite game with Jack. And the best part: he only wants to count the cars that pass with me! Awww...... Jack, you are just the best nephew in the whole world. Love you to the moon and back!

Family prayer went down like this with Jack tonight: "Heavenly Father, please bless the blessings, bless the food, and bless mommy. Jack is thirsty and my name is Jack so I am going to get drink now. Amen."

shop till you drop

It is tradition (as of 2 years now) that a bunch of friends and I drive on down to Utah to go shopping and spend all the money we can. Ok, that last part was a lie—we wish we could just blow all our money on clothes but that would be very unwise. We had such a blast spending 3 days shopping at a total of 4 malls and Lagoon. Just like last year, I spent much more than planned but I am much more ecstatic about the haul this time! I will sure be rockin’ it hard and lookin’ good this year. J