Tears of Joy

Today is the last day of school for my kids.
Today makes me a little bit happy, and a little bit sad.
Today is as bittersweet, as the first day of school.
Today I saw my kids’ teachers crying as they waved goodbye.
Today I saw my kids dump a years worth of schoolwork
on my counter and ask..."now what Mom?"
Today I reclaim my children…full time.
Tears of joy?

The traditional last day bike ride to school
Brett and Austin at 7:00 am (5.2 miles)

Lauren and friends at 8:00 am (3.5 miles)

Wade River and Kal at 12:30 pm


Fun with a Rope Swing

Who would've thought that an old, bristly, wet rope would be so much fun.
This past weekend, we enjoyed some campin, four-wheelin, horse-shoe throwin and rope swingin at the Taylor compound in Tabiona. We were all in constant fear of the high water that was right next to us, and although the Duchesne River was frigid, and raging...this little stream was the perfect playground for a bunch of wild kids.
(push the pause button to slow down the slideshow)


"I fell off a galloleaping horse"




Last Saturday I was in my usual Wal-Mart coma, shopping by myself.
Half the kids were at home. The other half were branding cows.
Just then Brett called and said "Hi mom...River is hurt"
I was trying to concentrate on which checkout line to choose so I casually said;
"I'm sure she's fine"
Brett said..."uhh...ok..."
Amber then got on the phone.
She said that a horse just took off running with Lox & River in the saddle.
They both eventually fell off, and River was knocked out.
Both girls were bumped and bruised, but luckily ok.
I'll spare you the funny anecdotes of the five-hour wait in the ER.
One broken arm later, River is as good as new.
But, oh boy - all the attention has gone to her head.
Now River greets strangers with a wave of her broken arm and says
"Hi, I fell off a Galloleaping horse...I am ok though, do you want to sign my cast?"


Slime it up!

For those of you who've always wanted your very own slime ball. Here you go.


#1. Mix 1 cup of white glue with 1 cup of room temperature water, and four drops of food coloring.
#2 In separate bowl mix 1 and 1/3 cups warm water with four Tbsp. of BORAX. (found in walmart in the laundry soap isle)...stir till dissolved)

#3 Pour glue mixture into borax mixture slowly, and roll mixture around three or four times.
#4 Take slime out of water, and knead on a plate. (slime will soften after kneading.)

#5. Keep in airtight container or Baggies, and avoid contact with clothing or furniture.



Last Wednesday Lauren performed in the "Hope Of America"
(she is in red...can you spot her?)
It was one of those typical busy evenings;
We had a million things going on.
Brett had Scouts, Wade missed a baseball practice, Lauren forgot her costume, the car was out of gas, my phone was out of battery, dinner was either a piece of toast, or a handful of M&M's,
and the kids didn't get to bed until ten.
(oh, who am I kidding...it was more like eleven.)

But it was well worth it to sit as a family and cheer our girl on.
Go Lauren!...Go USA!...Go Hope of America!


Down with DownEast

DownEast has come a long way
from the used and abused second-hand store it used to be when I was in college.
They were known as DownEast Outfitters then.
I remember back in the day, I once had a hot date and I went to DownEast Outfitters and bought a red Polo shirt to go with my Girbaud jeans.
I was "psyched!"
Imagine my embarrassment when my date said "did you know you shirt has a rip in the back?"
Like I say, DownEast has come a long way.
However, I have two gripes with their line of clothing.

#1 Not enough variety.
EVERYONE has the same skirt at church, the same shirt at PTA, the same outfit at Cafe Rio.

#2 Their turn around isn't quick enough.
The same baby doll shirt is still for sale as it was two years ago.

I do love their swimsuit line though. Just try to avoid Seven Peaks, and the Scera pool...and church.



Standing at the sink yesterday, out of the corner of my eye; I see the wing of an airplane zipping by the kitchen window.

I grab the kids (preschool kids included) and my camera and we run outside just as the most fabulous yellow airplane buzzes our house.

The pilot makes several spectacular passes just feet from the screaming kids as they yell to him “go upside down! go upside down!”

We all watched for several minutes, taking pictures, and I thought...wow, this kind pilot must’ve seen us and is putting on a show for the kids.

It wasn’t until the last pass as spray covered the field and then seconds later as a strange mist blasted me in the face that I realize this “kind pilot” was simply spraying pesticide on the fields around our house.

My flesh is still burning.



Look what I got!

aren't they beautiful -

Either HE did something wrong...


I did something RIGHT...

what do you think?


We have just begun to fight

Apparently we were giving the County Commissioners
way to much credit.

They played us.

Discouragement, frustration, and disappointment set in….

Only for a moment.

Last Wednesday a large crowd of disgruntled citizens demanded to be heard.
Along with many others, my Dad spoke to the commission about truth and justice, right and wrong, good and evil,

I was so proud.

The creed below inspires me, and reminds me that all effort and fight will be worthwhile when it’s all said and done.

The Uncommon Man
by Dean Alfange

I do not choose to be a common man It is my right to be uncommon...
If I can. I seek opportunity... Not security.

I do not wish to be a kept citizen, humbled and dulled by having the state
to dream and build, to fail and succeed.

I refuse to barter incentive for a dole.
I prefer the challenges of life to the guaranteed existence;
the thrill of fulfillment to the stale calm of utopia.

I will not trade freedom for beneficence Nor my dignity for a hand out.
I will never cower before any master nor bend to any threat.

It is my heritage to stand erect, proud, and unafraid; to think and act for myself;
enjoy the benefits of my creations; and to face the world boldly and say,
"This I have done with my own hand, I am a man. I am an American.

* Originally published in This Week Magazine.
Later reprinted in The Reader’s Digest, October 1952, p. 10, and January 1954, p. 122,


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