On the Campign Trail.......

I was driving to work and passing all the campaign signs that seem to hang out wherever there is a green patch on the side of the road. Random memories began popping into my head of campaigning with my dad back when I was a little girl.

I remember walking in the Stanley Parade and carrying a banner with my two sisters Catherine and Laura. I even remember the hats we wore (think barbershop quartet from The Music Man with a red white and blue band). I think we also got new outfits that matched (different colors, same style).






I remember my dad making his own signs in the garage – he used silk screens and lots of paint!

And those were the good old days when you went door to door and shook people’s hands. We had flyers to pass out too! I wish I had pictures or even a copy of one of those flyers for my scrapbook. But what would be really cool would be a copy of the ballot with my dad’s name on it.

Vote for DAD!

Just keeping it real...

The following conversation actually took place. The names have NOT been changed to protect the innocent.

Me: I heard that.
Megan: I didn't say anything.
Me: Exactly. I heard that.
Megan: How can you hear me if I didn't say anything?
Me: Because I have very good hearing.

The expression on her face was priceless.

I really have become my Mother

Today my daughter asked me what I want for Mother's Day. I answered "a clean house and obedient children".

Does anyone else remember Mom saying that?

Why do the police always assume I've been drinking?

So my van has been a perdittle for about a month now. I went to visit Catherine at the end of March for the weekend and was 2 miles from home when a police officer pulled me over because I had a headlight missing. He asked if I'd been drinking (it was 1 am but still....)

Then on the way home from Utah when I was about 20 miles from Laura's house another police officer pulled me over. I had Andrew, Anthony, Ashley, and Alona in the car with me (I was feeling outnumbered by all the A's). And that officer said I was free to go without a ticket but only because I hadn't been drinking.

I guess I better get that headlight fixed so that the police don't have an excuse to pull me over just to ask me if I've been drinking.

Here's a pic of Megan with her Grandma at one of the two restaurants in East Carbon. I also snapped a picture of the kids outside the BYU Museum of Art. Their idea of "looking at art" is to run by each picture or display at about 15 miles per hour.

Communication 101

I was sitting on my bed reading when Megan plopped herself down beside me. "Our lesson was on Communication in Young Women's today".

"how boring" (I tried to sound like a bored teenager) "Like, who needs to communicate with anyone"

"family" Megan protested

"families need to communicate?" I joked.

"yeah, that's how we roll"

?????????

So we proceeded to practice our communication (thanks to a game Anthony invented). For the next half hour we buried our faces in a pillow (proper technique includes sticking your derierre in the air) and yelled out random words while we each tried to guess what the other was saying.

Chef Andrew Scott

So yesterday the kids didn't have school. For lunch Andrew decided to make sandwiches. He slapped a very thin piece of ham between two slices of bread, lathered on the mustard (about an inch thick), and because he is not allowed to slice cheese with a knife, he grated some cheese on the sandwich as well. Then he carried it over to Jason and presented his gourmet meal for inspection.

"If you are wondering why there are two small bites, it's because I had to test it first".

And of course every good meal must be accompanied by the appropriate beverage. Andrew's included a tall glass of milk on the rocks.

Who said it #13

"Dethrone the dictaphone, hit it in its funny bone, that's where they expect it least"