Thanksgiving Weekend!

Wednesday
Amber's wedding party at Maddox's in Brigham City

Thursday - Gobble Gobble! Turkey Day!

--Stopped by Aunt Leeann's to briefly visit the Petersen clan and see her newly remodeled, beautiful kitchen!

--Contintued north to celebrate Thanksgiving with the Binggeli's.

Friday

--4:00 a.m. wake up call and off to the races for black friday. We headed to Sears and loaded up on some door buster tools that James wanted and then continued to drive around and watch all the crazy people stand in LOOOOOOnnng lines everywhere. The only other thing we bought besides tools at Sears was yarn at Michaels and breakfast at McDonalds. Pretty exciting! I have never done this before and don't know that I will ever do it again. I like to sleep in!

--Put up lights and Christmas decorations around our house.

--Went with Willie to see Madagascar 2.

--Went for burgers with mom and dad.

Saturday

-- Decorated Grandma's house for Christmas.

-- Went to see the lights with Annie & family, Melinda & family, and "Team Yellow Ninja Purple Penguins!" Go TEAM!

PG-13 Post Ahead

Today we went to Amber's wedding celebration. I needed a new pair of white stockings (nylons, pantyhose, tights, long socks, whatever you call them) to wear that didn't have a run in them. I stopped at Walgreens and picked up the $1.49 pair. When I got home and got ready to go, I put them on and thought they'd work just dandy.

Well I know I shouldn't talk about mormon underwear on my blog, but today I wore silky bottoms. I don't care for the silkies as much as other fabrics, but that's what was next in my drawer, in the dark this morning. Apparently there are no warning labels on either the stockings or the mormon underwears that the two shalt never meet. There was not enough friction between the two to hold up the socks. Long story short . . . the stupid socks would not stay up!!

I'm not just talking about a little stretching and sagging over the course of the night. I'm talking about I-can-feel-them-slide-down-as-I-am-standing-here kind of sliding. I think at one point the "crotch" of the socks was just above my knees. (Good thing my dress was long.) I had to go into the bathroom several times to adjust, but the problem just kept getting worse. Aggggghhhhhh!! Moral of he story: Next time, don't wear the silkies or don't buy the Walgreen's $1.49's.

Time for a new post!

I gave up on NaBloPoMo a while ago, but it is still time for a new post. Here are some thoughts on today.

• We have a new little cousin, Hyrum, in our family. He looks really cute here and here. I'm looking forward to meeting him.
• Sharing time today is on being thankful, but what I would really like to do is teach them how to behave in primary. We had an out of control primary activity yesterday. Grrrrr . . . . The kids are bad. The parents send their nursury-aged kids and thinks its free babysittng for an hour. The kids want to take the gifts home that we were making for their teachers. Plus, the only time they lined up quietly and neatly was when it was time for the treat. Grrrrr . . .
• This week: Monday we are going to see our cousin Travis perform in "Joseph" at Hunter High. Wednesday is the celebration dinner for Amber's wedding. I'm looking forward to some good food at Maddox's. Thursday is Thanksgiving. I don't really care for turkey much at all, but holidays are always good.
• Oh . . . and did you see that football game? When Willie got home, he said, "It was beautiful!." . . . whatever that means. I just thought it was lovely that the Tabernacle Choir was wearing RED and WHITE this morning for their broadcast! YES! GO UTES!

My brother sings

I called my brother this afternoon on my way home from work. I do this almost every day and I generally wait for one of several responses on the other end. The most "normal" response occurs if there are friends over. If that is the case, I get short, one syllable responses in an exceptionally deep voice. "Hey." "Sure." "Yeah." I can generally tell if someone is there and I can ask if they are behaving themselves.

Sometimes I call and all I get is "Meow."

"How was school today?"

"Meow."

"Do you have a lot of homework tonight?"

"Meow. Meow."

Today I called and I got another fairly normal response.

. . . ring . . . . ring

"Bring me a snack!"

"Hello. How are you today? No, I am not bringing you a snack."

"Please bring me a snack?"

"Hi Willie. No, I am not bringing you a snack."

"Pleeeeeeaaaase?"

. . . this conversation continued for a while until it changed into something I haven't heard before. He started singing the Bonanza theme song. "Ba ba da ba ba da ba ba buh!" After a minute or so, it changed to Godspell. "Pre-e-e-pare ye the way of the Lord."

He wouldn't shut up. He continued forever. I listened for quite some time until I finally just said, "Willie, I'm hanging up now."

"Pre-e-e-pare ye the way of the Lord."

"Bye Willie. I'm really hanging up now."

"Pre-e-e-pare ye."

"Ok. I'm hanging up now."

"Pre-e-e"

Click.

I guess he was okay. He never did say. At one point he stopped singing to tell me that he got suspended for "play fighting" at school. Yeah right. He wouldn't dare. And if he did, the last thing he'd be doing would be singing to me on the phone. He'd probably be sitting in a corner somewhere with his behind black and blue. He is definitely a crazy boy, but we like him. We'll keep him!

Follow the Prophet!

Disclaimer: My husband James does not see the humor in the following post and feels that it is a bit inappropriate on my part. I disagree and am posting it anyway. However, if you agree with his opinion, please take this post with a grain of salt. It is intended to be funny, not offensive.


Today we were at my cousin Chloe's missionary farewell after party. I was outside when she and three of her friends were attempting to take a picture of themselves as a group. I offered to help and they said that would be appreciated.

There was so much obnoxious, gleeful giggling that I asked, "Are you ALL BYU coeds?"
They pointed to one girl in a striped sweater vest and quickly chided her, "She's not."
I reached over I gave her a high five, but the others were not pleased at my action.

As I started to so kindly take their group picture, one of the other members of the group felt impelled to say to me, "Some of us find the light and others do not."

I was a little irritated, wondering why I said I would take the picture in the first place. I responded.
"Some of us follow the prophet and others do not!"

Take that you little twinkie eater!!


Here are just a very mere few of my fellow alums!

... on a side note . . . Did you see my mama's post the other day! Pretty cool!

GO UTES!!