Pls don't call them "Precious Ones"

I think that this lady is absolutely hilarious. After being a nanny (and meeting a prospective mom who was EXACTLY like her from New Jersey) I could not help but laugh at her listing. It was hilariously funny, and, I am sure, SO true. The entire story is generating a lot of press, and a lot of hate mail, apparently, but I just think it's great.

Workin 9 to 5

Well, I decided to get a second job. Today was my first day, and I think that it went (overall) well. I am officially the new tracker at one of the Jr. High Schools around here. =) It is very similar, yet very different from my current job, and I'm way excited to see how it goes, and how I end up liking it.


I can tell from the get-go that I have to learn to relax a lot more while there, which will be hard because on Thursdays and Fridays, I will work at the Jr. High, and then at my other work immediately after, but hopefully I will be able to find the balance! Today was a good day, so I'm looking forward to my new job (and realizing that my life will be absolutely filled with Junior High drama. oh Joy!)

I guess hindsight is 20/20...

I found this post today in my drafts section. It makes for a pretty funny story, so I decided to post it. It's from July 3, 2008. I did not add anything to it, so I guess I'll give you an update. Yes, we did indeed break the golf cart (new gaskets or something along those lines. I mostly was too embarassed to really pay attention when Grandpa was telling me) No, I did not burn down the house in Malad; Yes, I realize now that I am probably less responsible with fireworks than all the pre-teen cousins we had at the house that night doing fireworks; and finally, NO, I do not think the grandkids are allowed to go 4wheeling without grandpa any more, and YES, you can go ahead and blame us for it =)



Well, today, Vili, Pene and I decided to go 4wheeling at the ranch before the salmon bake started. Great idea. Into the car we go, and we drive up to the ranch. Once we got there, we realized that there were three of us and only two 4wheelers. In comes the genius idea to drive the golf cart to the mouth of the canyon so that we won't have to drive the 4wheelers all the way down to trade out with the third person.


Well, Pene and me start out and go exploring up the canyon a bit, and the guilt starts hitting me. We really should go back and switch out Vili. So, we start down the canyon to where we left him, but he's nowhere to be found. As I am looking around, I notice a set of tracks that are too close together to be a 4wheeler that are heading up the canyon. Surely not, I tell myself. Well, I decided to follow the tracks up the canyon, and sure enough, 10 minutes later, and at about the very top of the canyon, I find Vili and the golf cart.


Now's the part where we fast-forward past all the 4wheeling (just a side note: going through the river first gets you wet. Being the second person through gets you wet AND muddy.)


So, we've had our fun up the canyon, and get in the golf cart to come back down when the golf cart refuses to go anywhere. We think it's out of gas, and not really wanting to drive all the way back down the canyon to get gas then come back up, I get the genius idea to push the golf cart with the 4wheeler while Vili steers/works the brake. It seems to work fine for most of the sections (mainly the flat or down-hill sections) but makes me hate life when I'm pushing the golf cart up a hill. Long story short, we finally get the golf cart out of the canyon, fill it up with gas, and it still does not move. Eventually, we just get a rope and tow the golf cart back to the ranch. Maybe I should listen more to the voice in my head that said "golf cart and canyon are not a good mix"


Later in the evening, I had another great idea that did not quite pan out how I expected. I had a bottle rocket-type firework that had a broken stick. No problem, right? I figured if I just stuck it into a standing up tent pole, all would be fine. Not so much. The only problem was when the rocket tried to take off. It did NOT go straight up like I assumed it would, but instead perpendicular to the tent pole; right over everyone's head (did I mention that at this very moment, the bishop was visiting?) and straight into the roof of Grandpa's house (Oh, don't worry. It is just the house that MY grandpa's Grandpa built. Nothing too valuable or sentimental there...) Thankfully, it missed hitting anyone while flying past their heads, and mostly just sizzled on the roof.