Captain Helmet Head

I know, I stole the picture . . . but it's cute and I wanted it on my blog, too!

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In the HOT sun

So James has now decided to move and only work at the LDSH. Even though the work will be much harder, the move is for the best.

Why does it have to be so HOT. It is so hot that an instant sweat is started the moment your out side. Our Air conditioning is doing all that it can to keep up. But our bedroom is hot enough that covers are a undesireable option.

Well until next issue, in the Bing clan life.

Lazy Sunday

Hello. Today was a pretty slow Sunday. I went to church. Came home. Went to dinner. Came home. Chilled outside on my swing. Caught up on 3 weeks worth of Newsweeks (later realizing that I had actually already read parts of all of them). Wrote letters to missionaries. Took photos of home annoyances.

Disclaimer: I really like my home. Don't get the wrong idea. Here, however, are a few minor annoyances.

#1. Bugs. We have been infested with earwigs since we moved in and started messing around in our small yard. We are slowly killing them all off. Here are some remains.

#2. Wood. Apparently we bought this wood with our home. It's ugly and probably a large eco-system for earwigs. I need to get rid of it.

#3. Mailbox. In the first month of living in our new home, I have never seen anyone else at the mailbox. I thought perhaps it was just a timing issue or maybe because of the golf ball sized wasp nest in the corner that people didn't use it. But, yesterday this lovely red sign appeared. PEOPLE, GET YOUR MAIL!!!!

That's all. have a good day.

Dreams about Mold!

Have you ever had a dream about moldy bread? I dreamed last night that James got mad at me because I tried to feed him bread for dinner that was covered in mold. Weird.

This morning he came home and decided to eat breakfast. He wanted 4 pieces of toast with his mom's raspberry jam on them. I began telling about my dream. Then, I looked at the bread. He looked at the bread. Aaaaahhhhhh . . .. . MOLD!! There it was. All over the bread! Oh well. He ate it anyway and didn't even get mad.

Strange things happen sometimes.

Then, I was looking for a picture of moldy bread (Willie says he won't look at my blog unless I have pictures, but I neglected to take a photo of the actual bread mold) and found a geneological website called "Moldy White Bread." Even stranger. http://www.bdssr.com/Moldy%20White%20Bread/Moldy%20White%20Bread.htm

Chesnuts roasting on a drunken fire . . .

So I have this really terrible, not-so-secret habit . . . I like really bad country music. I know. I know. Many of you would probably warn me against this, but it's just this thing that I like (against my own better judgement, even).

Anyway, last night James and I went to see Kenny Chesnuts in conert at the USANA. I guess the concert was okay. I like to go to things like this for the people watching, but this people watching was so pathetically distracting that I wasn't really paying attention to Mr. Chesnuts.

Here are some of the highlights:

- Beer. Lots of it. I was a little suprised at the EXTREME amount. I expected a lot of it, but there was a LOT of it. It shouldn't have suprised me, though, given the first three songs of the set included, "Beer in Mexico," "Keg in the Closet," and "Sip of wine its summertime." Duh! What did I expect.

- Lesbians. Hugging each other with their hands in one another's pockets. Ick. At Kenny Chesnuts?

- Creative drink holders. Yes, I had never seen anything quite like it before! You take your 32 oz. soda (probably had beer in it) and you place it down your tank top/haulter top/tube top so that it rests between your boosooms. You can dance and move around all you want. When you get thirsty, just simply bend your head down and get a swallow.

- Creative fashion statements, Women: Haulter tops and tube tops - trying their best to contain very large women. (Note: the drink holder idea above would not work, of course, unless it was a larger woman stuffed into a small shirt.) Short, short skirts or shorts with big giant cowboy boots up to their knees.

- Creative fashion statments, Men: Tight wranglers, big belt buckles, Hawaiian shirts open in the front to reveal the nipple piercings, Muscle shirts to reveal the pasty white, albino muscles (at least show us your farmer tans), or of course simply no shirt at all

- The super duper drunk girl. This was the most distracting part of the evening. The people in front of us were all plastered before it even began, but one friend of theirs could not stand up. She fell about 15 times. At one point in time they FINALLY just let her lay there until the next drunkest told her to go with her to the bathroom. She fell on top of the people in front of her. She fell on top of the people behind her. She "hugged" all the men in the group just about toppling them over. Finally about 10:30, one of the less drunk men in the group left his wife there with the rest of the party and said, "I'm taking her home." Yippy! Have fun! What an idiot.

Overall, I think I may have finally cleansed myself of my Kenny Chesnuts habit. Not to say that I won't occasionally listen to an album while driving alone in my car, but as far as Chesnuts concerts go . . . . I'm done. Thanks for reading