Thursday, February 26, 2009

An Homage to Bob Ross and His Happy Trees

When I was a squirrly little kid, my brother and I used to watch a show on educational television featuring an artist named Bob Ross. His hair would fill the entire t.v. screen, and he often spoke of his "happy clouds" as he tried to instruct viewers on the finer points of landscape painting. Hurray for Christian who has embraced this show to the point of filling our DVR with old episodes and then helping his friends become believers too. They all sat down one night and created their own masterpieces as they tele-communicated with Bob through the DVR. Bob would be so proud.




Wednesday, February 25, 2009

For "Leave It To Beaver"-ers

Christian and I busted a gut over this one. You gotta see the show to get it, and if you get it, you'll love it . . .


Monday, February 23, 2009

Who Needs a Second Opinion?

THE SCENE: People huddled over a hospital bed on the fifth floor of the medical center, speaking in hushed tones, too focused on the work at hand to notice any other activity around them.

"Are you sure that's how it is supposed to be done?"

"Yes. That's the way I've been doing it for years."

"Well, I think we should look it up just to make sure."

"No, no, no. Trust me."

"I'm not so sure. I think we should get a second opinion or something."

"Look, I know what I'm talking about. This is the way I was taught, and this is the way we should do it."

And with that, my sharp-as-a-tack 91-year-old mother won every hand of Rook that we played with her that night, fair and square (using her rules that is . . . ).

EPILOGUE: Mom got sprung from the hospital and is eagerly awaiting another High Stakes Poker, er, I mean, Rook Show Down. And I'm no fool--I'm not about to make any wagers against her!

Friday, February 20, 2009

Fridays with Kimball!














So who needs the lotto? I have had the fabulous luck of being able to play with and care for Kimball several times this last week, and each new day Kimball has brought with him a new skill set that he has just discovered he has, making my seeing him all the more awesome and wonderful. He is getting so dexterous and alert that before we know it, he will be sneaking off, driving around in the little portable crib I bought for our house. The crib has a set of wheels, and I think Kimball has all ready figured out his escape route. I can just envision it now: "Calling all cars. Calling all cars. We have an APB out for a diapered driver in a tricked-out crib heading south on Canyon Road. Possible destination--The Purple Turtle. Crib operator is armed with an adorable smile and perhaps a stinky diaper. Probably a stinky diaper. Ninety-nine percent possibility of a stinky diaper. Be forewarned. Over and out." Okay. I think I'm having more fun with Kimball than I deserve, but I'll still accept that blessing any day.

Could this baby be any more b-e-a-u-t-i-f-u-l?

Friday, February 13, 2009

Fridays with Kimball!

1-2-3
One beautiful bouncing baby boy with . . .
Two bright blue eyes looking back at me and offering . . .
Three genuine and very intentional (not due to gas!) smiles for his grandmama!!!
HEAVEN!

Thursday, February 12, 2009

"The Ice Sculpture Cometh"


After many times of driving past this ca-razzy ice thingy, I finally decided that we MUST stop and document it for this here little blog. We had just returned from treating Christian and his pals out to an impromptu dinner at the Old Spaghetti Factory (quite fun, BTW), and on a whim I made everybody pile out of the car and scamper in front of the sculpture for a photo op.


Just for your frame of reference, this has been "growing" on a guy's sideyard next to his driveway for several months. The water sprays through tubing each night to create . . . to create . . . I don't know, what would you call it? Art? All I know is that it is huge, and it makes me shiver every time I drive past it.

Monday, February 09, 2009

Just Keepin' Up with the Joneses

Are you a lawn parker? As in, do you like to park your vehicles on the lawn next to your front door as opposed to, say, on the driveway or someplace silly like that? If so, check this out; no doubt you will put this on your list of "must haves." I would bet my bottom dollar that the owner of this rig not only parks his car on the front lawn of his double-wide, but does whatever it takes to one-up his buddies just to show who's wearin' the bigger s'spenders in their particular neighborhood.
He one-upped them, I'd say. I like to call this little beauty the ol' "Boat/TopIt/Combo Pack" (Deluxe Model).* *Deluxe model comes complete with trailer.

Photo: Taken out of our car window by Christian


Photo Date: December 22, 2008


Photo Location: State Street, American Fork

Friday, February 06, 2009

Fridays with Kimball!

Kimball and I had a great time hanging out today. We got into a pretty heady discussion about what he wants to be when he grows up. Although these pictures aren't from today, I use them here to give you some idea of what Kimball is considering for his future:

Sailing the seven seas ala Mr. Smee

Performing opera on the world stage


Taking out the biggest and baddest opponents for Da Bears


I'm sure Kimball would welcome the input of any of you career counselors out there. He is specifically seeking information about the long-term viability of these careers, the ultimate pay-off vs. the amount of training involved, and finally, which can shag him the most babes.

Thursday, February 05, 2009

Maybe the Piccolo Would Have Been a Better Choice?

As part of our Christmas gift to my mom and Dave's parents, we recently treated them to dinner and a night at the symphony. Just as the orchestra was performing their final tuning before the start of the program, one of the musicians got light-headed and completely fainted dead over . . . bringing three music stands and her instrument down with her. Her instrument? The upright bass. Ow, that was loud enought to awaken that white-headed couple who managed to drift off almost as soon as they took their seats. (Edith? What was that, Edith? Oh my, is it over already? Well, c'mon then. Let's go.) BTW, I saw the musician in the lobby being treated by the EMTs, and she was just dandy. I overheard her talking on her cell to her mom, and it turns out all she needed was a quick trip to Burger King and a nice long nap.

Tuesday, February 03, 2009

Isn't She Darling!

Last week was my mom's 91'st birthday! Can you believe her? 91!!! She still has such a sparkle in her eye, a spring in her step, a wicked sense of humor, and a determination to accomplish something productive every single day. She was born in her family home, rode a horse to school, served a full-time 18-month mission at age 19, worked as the head dietician for the original Marriott Hot Shops in Philadelphia, received her bachelor's degree, taught at Ricks College (BYU-I) and BYU, supported her husband through the long and arduous road of medical school, sold real estate, started her own Cougar Cakes business, took private pilot lessons, volunteered as a Pink Lady at UVRMC for many years, snow skied until the age of 82, raised six rambunctious kids, has been widowed for 30 years, continues to volunteer weekly at the MTC all while maintaining and living in her own home, just to name a few of her many accomplishments. While out at a restaurant for her birthday dinner, we somehow got started playing musical chairs and switched our places around while Mom was off at the salad bar. When she came back to the table she had only to take one quick glance before she gave us a look that said, "Ha! You can't fool me that easily!" Her sharp and wicked wit shows up often, and I just love anticipating what she'll say next. She stays current on political and social issues and always seems to be reading a new book or magazine. If someone doesn't get over to her house to mow her lawn as promptly as she would like, she will be out there with her trusty mower doing it herself. And she still makes a mean rump roast.

I love you so much, Mom. I couldn't have asked for a better mom than you. It hasn't necessarily been an easy road for you throughout the years, yet you managed to always stay optomistic and cheerful and make my life the best it could possibly be, always putting me and my needs and my wants before your own. The world holds up many heroes, but you are my hero. And I love you.