Sunday, September 27, 2009

That Time of the Year Again

I am a bit slackerish lately on producing timely posts.

Dillon took me to the Utah State Fair for my birthday. I can't believe it's already been a year since we went last.

We started our fair time at the alligator show. This guy's name's Gill, but he calls himself Kachunga. They never said why.

He had a cute announcer girl with a southern accent.

They asked for a volunteer from the audience. She was fearless.

She got to sit on the back of the big alligator with Gill and get her picture taken holding the little alligator for free. They charge $5 to everyone else. LUCKY!

The alligator show was kind of cool. A bit hokey and definitely geared toward the younger audiences, but that didn't stop me from LOL-ing... a lot. I was reminded of how much I am probably going to embarrass our kids when we have them. I involuntarily laugh very loudly at lame things and find myself interacting (or attempting to) with people who I'm not really supposed to - like people putting on an alligator show... Poor, poor future children of mine.

Next we were off to see the aminals (as my cute hubby calls them). We found our way to the small animals first. The pigeons were so similar to last year's. I did see a couple that I didn't remember from last year though.

Genetic freaks if you ask me... Why do we like to do this to things?

Next were the goats. It was pretty musky in the goat area - silly billies. I did find a goat that I wanted to take home though. Dillon Named her "Fudgey."

She was so sweet and cuddley. She was so mellow too. I was so sad that I couldn't take her home with me.

We saw the cows next. I thought it was a little odd that most of the cows hand signs next to them telling people not to pet them. I have never been to a fair where you can't touch the cows. There were some that really wanted me to pet them too.

There were some exceptions to that though.

He was so soft but so tired too. Poor baby.

The other one you could pet was a bit different - he was HUGE. His name did not lie.

He was so mellow. I leaned on him, patted him, pet him, and tried to push him. All he cared about was eating.

I swear he ate an entire bail just the short while we visited him. His owner just kept it coming.

Again, I was saddened by the load restrictions on the pony rides... When I grow up, I'm going to get me a giant pony.

We then visited the Division of Wildlife Resources building where Dillon had a close call with a Mt Lion. I calmed him though with my wildlife, survival tips, "They are more afraid of you than you are of them." My expertise seemed to really come in handy.

Woah! These things are weird. I thought salmon were somewhat normal looking fish.

This guy's an albino trout. I wonder if his friends know he's different.

We also saw a big, handsome Mt Goat. He was a beaut!

Instead of tigers, this year they had bears. They were fun to watch, but they smelled like giant gerbils. My coworker remarked later that that made sense because they were in the same family... I'm not sure if she knows what a bear or a gerbil is...

This bear was supposed to stand up and then get off the ball, but the bear had other ideas.

I love how the bear's fat giggles in this one.

Monday, September 14, 2009

The VMA Hates Black People

Kanye's a total joke.


Beyonce never ceases to amaze. She is fabulous!

Saturday, September 05, 2009

The Copper State

We got back late Wednesday evening from Arizona. We got to visit Dillon's dad, Steve, and my brother, Rob, and his family.

It was Dalan's birthday last month and since they are in AZ now, we didn't have a party and give him gifts then. So my mom went in with us and we got Dalan some GI Joe guys. He seemed to really like them.

He patiently waited for his mom and dad to come out before he opened his present. Don't you love my fancy wrapping job?

I think his expression says it all.

He was so good about sharing his new toys with his sisters. We played with them until it was time for bed.

Dalan started kindergarten this year even though he's technically too young. I think Rob and Sheri are going to have him repeat it so he's with kids his age - even though he's as big as the 2nd graders right now.

I guess he made a new friend at a park a bit ago. They were playing and the other boy was older than Dalan (probably a 2nd grader) and was having a really hard time understanding what he was saying. After a while of the other boy asking Dalan "What?" he got really frustrated and said to the other boy, "I don't talk so good!" Dalan has a raspy voice and scowls and sticks his lips and face out when he's talking frustrated. I can only imagine how funny it was to see and hear.

He's had Portuguese nannies since he was really little, and Rob thinks that's why his English isn't "so good." Both the nannies have told Rob that Dalan speaks perfect Portuguese. Poor kid. ;-)

I've decided Madison is a silent observer that is becoming not so silent. She has been talking for a while now, but the things she talks about are usually the things going on in her head instead of what's going on around her.

She made me laugh so hard when we were over there though. She was acting kind of tired so I asked her if she wanted to snuggle. She said she did but upstairs in Aubrey's bed. As I was carrying her up the stairs, she told me, "I can do things just like you."

I told her, "I know!" I thought she was talking about being a "big-girl."

Then she said, "Whhhhaaaaat." and gave me the cutest big eyed expression, as if to say, 'See? I told you. Wasn't that good!?'

I died. It was so cute and funny. Just in case you don't know, when I am surprised or amazed by something, I say 'what' with a really long 'wh' and draw out the 'a' too. Dillon hates it, but that's just how I say it. So when my little, 3 year old niece said it just like I do, inflections and all, it made me happy inside. So funny.

She has kind of a munchkiny, little voice. It's really cute and high. It makes the funny things she says that much more funny. When I told Rob and Sheri what she told me, they told me about other things she's learned from her adult role models. Rob told us that on two separate occasions, she came into the kitchen to find a spill or a mess on the floor. The first time, she looked at it in amazement, put her hands out and said, "What the hell?!" the next time it was "Holy shit!" Rob said they obviously need to evaluate their reactions to messes. Oh, what a cutie-pie.

As fun as it was visiting with family the 5 days we spent in AZ weren't for that reason. We went down house shopping. Who wouldn't want to live here?

I've been begging Dillon for us to move down there since the first time I went probably 5 1/2 years ago. I hate snow and cold and am just fine being too hot. I love that they have no daylight savings time and think their flag is the BEST.

I know some of those are silly reasons, but ever since setting foot there I've always felt like I belonged in that great desert.

The past 5 years, Dillon's wanted nothing to do with it. That is until about March of this year. When he caught wind of housing prices down there, that caught his attention. Since, we have been praying and working hard to get down there.

We currently have three offers on homes down there and may have more before it's over. We are hoping to be down within 60 days or so. I am just about beside myself with excitement. I don't know what it is about that place, but I want to go to there.

Steve played our chauffeur the entire time we were down there. He was so nice and patient while we look at what seemed to be countless homes. He offered nice viewpoints and insights too. He also put us up for the time we were there. It was very nice visiting with him.

We started the house hunt by going a few houses down the road from where Steve lives to talk to his neighbors who have their house for sale. Steve was really hoping we'd move into his master-plan community. His neighbor already had a buyer, but we may be buying their washer and dryer. I hope that works out. They're nice.

Steve and I sat out one night together in a thunderstorm while Dillon did some work. It was beautiful, and I took my second attempt at shooting lightening - much better than my first time though I still have a lot of room for improvement.

Steve's cousin and his wife are acting as our realtors, and I couldn't feel more blessed to have their help. They have been incredible. I'll keep you posted.

At this rate, our next move will be to Mexico - hee hee.


I was going to put this in my last blog post, but it was WAY too long as is. The weekend of the reunion, I drove approximately 18 hours, most of which was by myself. By myself driving = loud stereo of whatever I feel like listening to accompanied by me belting it out at the top of my lungs. It's liberating. I reacquainted myself with Whitney (Houston that is) and discovered Johnny Cash.

I really have Nolan to thank for the introduction. I may have discovered him later on otherwise, but maybe not. A few years ago, Nolan gave Dillon a Johnny Cash CD. It was a best of with 21 tracks. I didn't think Dillon especially liked him and my dad's birthday was coming up. Being poor and tacky, I regifted the CD to my dad. I probably shouldn't be telling you this, but it is what it is. My dad loved the gift.

It came up in conversation later and Dillon didn't seem all that pleased with what I had done, so I went out to replace it. I found a CD with 21 tracks, best of, same songs, but it's a little different in the order and versions. I figured it was close enough - I actually thought it was the same at first - and bought it. The CD got opened and put into the CD binder in my car where it sat for some years.

On our last road trip, I put it the CD in my car's changer I wanted to select music Dillon and I both liked. As it turned out, we didn't listen to it long because I needed something to sing along with so I would stay awake.

For some reason, on my way out of town for the reunion, near Ogden I would say, I switched to that CD. On song two, I heard a song with my nephew's name in it, Porter. I'm not sure if that's what did it, but I just kept listening. I didn't skip to the only song on the album that I knew, Ring of Fire, I just kept listening. I couldn't tell you where it happened, but by the time I hit Boise, I was in love with Johnny Cash.

I get my tendency for liking the same things over and over (and over, and over) from my dad, so he didn't mind one bit that we listened to that CD the entire time we were on the road together. We sang along and talked about which songs were our favorites and why.

Then, on my solo drive back to UT, it was Cash virtually the entire way again. It didn't stop once my drive was over either. I can't remember the last time, if ever, I had a song stuck in my head for four days, but Highwayman was.

Back at work, I drove my coworkers crazy with Johnny Cash playing all day. I thought I had it turned down enough so only I could hear, but then one of my coworkers said, "Oh, not Johnny Cash again!" This was coming from someone that actually liked him.

I have gained an oddly strong passion for his music, and I always want more. I came back from AZ Wednesday to find my CD missing. I am having serious withdrawals. Even with my obsessive personality, it seems strange to me that I have become so in to him.

My favorite songs are Highwayman, The Man Comes Around, Man in Black, Sunday Morning Coming Down... See? Now I'm going to end up listing all of them, and then what's the point of calling them favorites?

I told Dillon that I didn't know Nine Inch Nails remade a Johnny Cash song. I told him I liked Johnny's version (the original) so much better. He looked at me for a second or so with a puzzled look on his face and asked me which song I was talking about. I told him it was "Hurt." Then he laughed and told me that it was Johnny Cash remaking that song.

I didn't even know their careers overlapped. I thought Johnny had been dead for a lot longer than he has. Dillon thinks it's weird the kind of stuff I don't know. He's always asking me, "What, were you raised by wolves?" I always answer to the affirmative. Regardless, I still like Johnny's version better.

It feels fickle and trite for me to say he's a legend since he's so new to me, but I truly feel that way. I need to watch the movie, Walk the Line, now I've been told. Long live Johnny Cash.