Just in case you were wondering...

My van fits in the cart return at Costco.

Not The Same Dude.

I was listening to Neil Diamond's Stargazer yesterday when Matthew started to sing Elvis Presley's Return to Sender. I told him to sing the song that's playing on the radio. He said, 'It doesn't matter. It's the same black dude singing both songs.  Silence.  After I recovered, I told him neither Neil Diamond nor Elvis Presley are black. He asked about the guy who was singing Return to Sender on a music award show. I told him the guy must have been doing an Elvis tribute.

I need to teach my kids better. But, here is what Neil and Elvis may have looked like, if they darker skin. The picture of Neil is actually a still shot from the Jazz Singer. He was pretending to be a black dude for a gig.

In the event that someone is reading this post and coming to the conclusion that I am a racist or somehow prejudice, please think again. You are mistaken.  :)

Awkward and Awesome

Awesome: I have started back to the gym, after taking a two and a half week break while I was in Idaho and then recovering from Idaho. 

Awkward: I wore my swimsuit under my clothes to the gym today and after my shower, I realized I forgot a brasier. 

Awkward: Nicole went to the gym in jeans and sequined fake toms. She had choir music with her. Oy. 

For the record, she walked two miles on a treadmill and I would not let her bring her music in. What a mean mother she has. 

I think that's plenty of awkward for one post. We're overachievers in these here parts. 

14 year milestone

Matthew was ordained a teacher on Sunday.
These are the awesome men who stood in the circle.

I gave him a haircut the night before.

Mini Photo Dump

On our way home from Idaho, we stopped in the Tri Cities a couple of times. One of those stops was to see my Grandpa and Norma. I'm not sure how I got out of there with out a photo of Norma. 

Matthew, Grandpa Price and Me.

What's the difference between these two mice?

The one on the left has a longer tail. 

Anderson Family represented. Mom and Dad in the front. 8 following.
I should have left them like that in the store.
Next time.

Best street ever.

Matthew is wearing rubber gloves on his feet. This is what happens when you're traveling between Caldwell, ID and home sans siblings. I can't believe how messy our van got with only three passengers. I blame my Dad.

While we were at my brother's house, my niece had a friend over. I'm not sure how we got on the subject, but he showed up his hands to point out how crooked his pinkies were. I showed him mine, because mine are super crooked too. My Mom, Grandma, Great Grandma, many aunts, cousins and siblings as well as all three of my bio children have crooked pinkies too. The friend visiting my brother's home told us it was a proven fact if you learned to play the piano, your pinkies would straighten out. All I said was, 'Darn it. I should have learned to play the piano.' (So should my mom, grandma, and many of my aunts, siblings, cousins and children....oh wait. We do and our pinkies didn't.)  My niece laughed like a crazy woman, but we never told her friend I was being sarcastic. He only agreed with me.

bucket list

As many of you know, I have been growing out my hair with the intent of donating it to Locks of Love. I found out this week they don't accept grey hair for donation. Although my hair is not completely grey, there is enough growing out of my head, that Locks of Love would not be grateful for my donation.  It is for this reason, I have decided to remove 'hair donation' from my bucket list.

I'm in Idaho this week, living it up in Caldwell. I met Gina in Twin Falls yesterday for lunch at Shari's and a haircut.

• My haircut was done in a somewhat unconventional location...The Shari's parking lot.
• I sat in a somewhat unconventional chair...A WinCo shopping cart.
• We had many gawkers, thumbs up, shouts and cheers out of  car windows and one man who kept circling us in his white minivan.

Although I will never donate my hair, I can now add and check off 'have hair cut in a shopping cart' to my bucket list.

 

 

 It was a fun visit and I'm totally happy with my haircut.

distracted. and some photo's from Matthew's birthday.

I was thinking about this here blogdango this morning, and I remembered that some people post a photo without a caption on Wednesdays. They fittingly title the blog post, 'Wordless Wednesday.' That is what I decided I was going to do today. Here is the picture I was going to post.

I wasn't going to tell you it's my Dad and Matthew while we were crossing the foot ferry between Port Orchard and Bremerton on Monday, June 3--Matthew's 14th birthday. 

But I got distracted.

Instead I powered up the computer and instead of clicking the Blogger bookmark, I went straight to Facebook. I noticed it's my Aunt's birthday today, I wrote a little message on her wall.  Then I saw a funny picture on a cousin's wall, so I clicked on the album and looked at about 100 other funny photos. I Facebook stalked two of my friends and then headed to Pinterest. There wasn't a lot of new stuff there, so I read new blog posts that I'm following and headed back to Facebook one more time. One of my friends had posted this picture.

Then I remembered I was supposed to be blogging. Not some long blog. Just a picture with a blog title. Apparently, that was too much for my little brain to handle. I got up, ate a brownie [I have problems] and thought about all the things I have been distracted by. My life is much like the book "If you give a mouse a cookie".  

This week Ken and I went to Target to buy Ambisol. We bought a puzzle, a $4 movie and a gift for one of our children for Christmas. It was almost our turn to pay when we realized we hadn't bought what we came into the store for. We got out of line.

Last week I was washing my hands in the kitchen sink when I noticed my nails were getting a little long. I dried my hands and walked down the hall to get the clippers from my bathroom and noticed the pictures in the hallway were crooked. I fixed those, and while I was looking at them I remembered an idea I had for a quilt block so I went to my sewing stuff, drew out a block and picked fabric for it. I had a few things on the counter that needed put away so I could cut fabric. I cleaned it off, then worked on a puzzle Nicole had out. The girls got home and it was time to make dinner. When I washed my hands before making dinner, that was when I remembered I needed to clip to my fingernails.

I accidentally reset my phone to it's factory settings a month ago. I've gotten on the computer no less than 5 times to put music and my ringtones back on this phone and I still haven't done it. I should do it right now, but I know if I do, this post won't get published and I'll likely forget all about it once I see something shiny.

I've checked 3 other websites while writing this post already.

Here's another picture from Matthew's birthday. He doesn't like cake, so we put a candle in watermelon.

I'm going to Idaho on Saturday, or Friday. It was supposed to be Sunday. Not only do I get easily distracted, I'm sometimes indecisive.

Just now Matthew asked me for a piece of paper. I took it to him, decided we were going to have grilled cheese sandwiches for lunch, got bread out, saw that it was moldy, threw the bread in the trash, called my Dad, and then remembered this blog post. 

I need Ritalin.

Here's one more picture from the foot ferry.

I just deleted a paragraph about going to Idaho this weekend. I had forgotten that I'd told you.

In other news:

• The weather has been really nice this week.
• Matthew and I mowed and weed wacked the yard last night. The part I mowed looks akin to the buzz cut I gave Garen when he was in 6th grade...Not very good.
• One time I gave Garen half a haircut and then finished it the next day. I'm not very nice.
• I already apologized. Profusely.
• School is out on June 13.
• I graduated from High School on June 13, 1996.
• Nicole was a part of a 1980s throwback concert last Friday. They were instructed to dress the part. This picture doesn't begin to show the magnificence of her hair. Especially her bangs.  They were 5 inches tall. Isn't she beautiful!

• Anna can say her Rs now. There is no more talk of scwiptoes, decowations or cougoes. It's all scriptures, decorations and her deep hatred of cougars. [The animal, not a mascot for any number of sport teams.] I'm glad she has out grown that impediment, but it's a little bit sad too. Since I'm not an advocate of baby talk, I'm more glad than sad.
• I am now thinking about Gladd trash bags. Don't be sad. Get Gladd.
• I just put the ringtones back on my phone. 
• I started this post three hours ago.

Here is one last picture for you. They are on their way to Anna's school. Don't we live in a beautiful place?!

Have a good day! Enjoy the sunshine!

14 years ago...

 ...my best boy was born!

 I can hardly believe it's been that long. 

3 days old

5 months old

4 years old

6 years old

8 years old

12 years old

the last day being 13

13 years old

Happy Birthday Matthew! 

I love you so much!