A week ago (on Sunday) I found out my best friend’s mom had passed away from cancer. The funeral was to be held in Utah and I knew I had to go. So Tuesday (at 3am) I left for Utah. My bff and I have been friends since we were 6…I’m not gonna do the math, but it’s been a long time…almost our whole lives. Her mom was my second mom growing up and an amazing person.
Tuesday and Wednesday I stayed with a sister in the northern part of Utah. The funeral/burial was in southern on Thursday. So both my sisters and I drove down. Long story short, I rode back to northern Utah on Friday with my niece and her new fiance. We had a nice drive and I don’t think I traumatized the guy too badly.
Saturday most of my fam went to Temple Square for the lights then to dinner at Olive Garden and Sunday I came home.
Seriously a long, stressful week. Paul’s parents took care of the kids during the day and he (obviously) had them when he wasn’t at work. He’s glad I’m home!
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Thanksgiving went well at our house. My sister, bil, and their 2 kiddos were a fun addition to our home this year. Turkey thawed out and was the best one I’ve ever had, thanks to my sis and bil.
So now we’ve got the tree up and decorated, the Christmas decos out, and about half of the presents wrapped and under the tree.
Pierce woke up this morning and asked, “Is it Christmas yet?”
It’s gonna be a long month for that kid!!
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One of my brothers contacted me on FB saying there was nothing new here…Now, sisters and parents are one thing…but when my BROTHERS complain, it’s another ballgame. 
So far, life is still good. Our Easter Egger chickens are slowly producing their green eggs, and one of the “she” birds turned out to be a “he” bird, so now we have a rooster. Before the sex change, its name was Tiger. I’ve since changed it to “Stupid Chicken.” Because when he crows at 6am or is parading in the neighbor’s yard, that’s all I think…stupid chicken.
Of course, Pierce doesn’t know how to spell and thinks “stupid” is a naughty word, so we spell s-t-u-p-i-d. He’s learning how to spell “stupid” before he knows what we’re spelling. Quite amusing to us.
Kids had a great soccer season. One of the coaches (for next year-Gab moves up a level) made me promise to sign her up next year…he’s hand-picking his team and wants Gabby. She’s proud and humbled…proud he wants her and humbled because she knows he has high expectations.
Dean is doing great…he’ll be 18 months old soon and is a bundle of fun. Whatever his big brother does, he does, and he doesn’t let the 3 years age difference matter.
TWO days to Thanksgiving! and my turkey is still frozen, so I’m in a bit of panic mode with that. Every thing else is planned and bought. I guess if the turkey doesn’t work out, I’ll send Paul out to find Stupid Chicken.
One of my sisters is coming tomorrow with her dh and 2 kids…My kids are completely stoked and ready to have cousins come. It’s a rare treat to have family out (and to have us go visit) so we’re planning on a lot of food and a lot of fun. I’m planning on all the side dishes (sweet potatoes, casserole, rolls, etc.) and 7 pies…I figure 7 MIGHT be enough  2 pumpkin, 2 pecan, 2 apple and a banana cream.
I’m gonna try and put up a couple pics…one of the 2 boys and one of a friend of ours holding Stupid Chicken.
There ya go, Jared…a whole post just for you
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I’m alive and well. Just have a new addiction. Facebook, still. *sigh* I only have so many minutes a day to be on the computer and it all goes to keeping crops, fish, and pets alive! It’s disturbing how a fake corn crop trumps a real blog.
It’s been a busy summer….chickens, gardens, parties , bbq’s and vacation…now back to school and soccer for Gab and Pierce. Yep, we got the kids into soccer. This is her 3rd year, his first. He made the age deadline by 6 days, so he’s by far the youngest. The kids are 4-5 yrs old, 1st and 2nd year players. I think he’s the only 1st year player on his team.
Gab starts middle school Tuesday. I’m ok with that….I’m used to her going to school every year. What will be rough is when Pierce goes into K next year. Nope, no pre-K this year. Just not a big believer in it.
I do have pics of soccer and chickens somewhere, I just have to figure out how to get to them….
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More Boortz: Parking Ticket
Working people frequently ask retired people what they do to make their days interesting.
Well, for example, the other day my wife and I went into town and went into a shop. We were only in there for about 5 minutes. When we came out, there was a cop writing out a parking ticket. We went up to him and said, ‘Come on man, how about giving a senior citizen a break?’
He ignored us and continued writing the ticket. I called him a Nazi turd. He glared at me and started Writing another ticket for having worn tires. So my wife called him a ****-head. He finished the second ticket and put it on the windshield with the first. Then he started writing a third ticket. This went on for about 20 minutes. The more we abused him, the more tickets he wrote.
Personally, we didn’t care. We came into town by bus and the car had an Obama sticker. We try to have a little fun each day now that we’re retired. It’s important at our age.
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Posted by Signe in Kids & Family, tags: Kids
My daughter got off the airplane at midnight and home about 2:30am. Lucky for me, dh is the dropper-picker-upper at airports. I don’t like the traffic and he doesn’t mind much.
So this morning Pierce went up and jumped on her to wake her up He’s so happy his sister is home. And she’s happy to be home. There have been a few changes since she left (Dean’s walking, new swingset, the carpet ripped out on the stairs and some other little things) so he had fun showing her around. Gab said she felt like she was getting a tour of her own house and it was fun.
So our family feels normal again! It’s amazing how much difference one person can make.
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Yesterday I decided to rip up the old carpet on the stairs. Our stupid kitten had peed on the landing numerous times, and despite a lot of scrubbing, it just was gross. So out it went.
If you remember from previous posts about our house, you’ll know it was built in the 1920’s. And old farm house. So over the years, when something would look old, the owners would cover it up instead of remodeling it.
Of course that means we’re stuck with remodeling layers of…..whatever we’re working on.
So I pulled up the carpet. Just one section so only one section looks awful at a time
Underneath, the edges are white. In the middle is a dark brown/orange rubbery runners that had been glued down (and nailed in spots). So I pulled that off the landing as well and scrubbed the wood under that. So that area is glue leftovers. Not nice and white like the edges. Which is what I was predicting. A little more work than I had planned, but I guess I shouldn’t be surprised anymore. It needs to be sanded down and repainted (or stained but for now I’m thinking painted).
There’s a lot going on in my mind lately, stuff I’m stressing a little. Working on the house (or garden) helps. That and taking the boys out to play a few times a day (morning, before dinner, evening before bed) is good self-therapy 
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Cowboy rules for:
Arizona, Texas , Colorado , Oklahoma , New Mexico , Wyoming , Montana , Utah , Idaho, Nevada
and the rest of the Wild West are as follows:
1. Pull your pants up. You look like an idiot.
2. Turn your cap right, your head ain’t crooked.
3. Let’s get this straight: it’s called a ‘gravel road.’ I drive a
pickup truck because I want to. No matter how slow you drive,
you’re gonna get dust on your Lexus. Drive it or get out of the way.
4. They are cattle. That’s why they smell like cattle. They
smell like money to us. Get over it. Don’t like it? I-10, I-40, I-70 and
I-80 go east and west, I-17, I-15, I-25 and I-35 goes north and
south. Pick one and go.
5. So you have a $60,000 car. We’re impressed. We have
$250,000 Combines that are driven only 3 weeks a year.
6. Every person in the Wild West waves. It’s called being
friendly. Try to understand the concept…
7. If that cell phone rings while a bunch of geese/pheasants/ducks/doves are comin’ in during the hunts, we WILL shoot it outa your hand. You better hope you don’t have it up
to your ear at the time.
8. Yeah. We eat trout, salmon, deer and elk. You really want
sushi and caviar? It’s available at the corner bait shop.
9. The ‘Opener’ refers to the first day of deer season. It’s a
religious holiday held the closest Saturday to the first of
November.
10. We open doors for women. That’s applied to all women,
regardless of age.
11. No, there’s no ‘vegetarian special’ on the menu. Order
steak, or you can order the Chef’s Salad and pick off the 2
pounds of ham and turkey.
12. When we fill out a table, there are three main dishes: meats, vegetables, and breads. We use three spices: salt, pepper,
and ketchup! Oh, yeah . . We don’t care what you folks in
Cincinnati call that stuff you eat IT AIN’T REAL CHILI!!
13. You bring ‘Coke’ into my house, it better be brown, wet
and served over ice. You bring ‘Mary Jane’ into my house, she
better be cute, know how to shoot, drive a truck, and have
long hair.
14. College and High School Football is as important here as
the Giants, the Yankees, the Mets, the Lakers and the Knicks,
and a dang site more fun to watch.
15. Yeah, we have golf courses. But don’t hit the water hazards – it spooks the fish.
16. Turn down that blasted car stereo! That thumpity-thump
crap ain’t music, anyway. We don’t want to hear it anymore
than we want to see your boxers! Refer back to #1!
My dad sent me this email…gotta love it….he’s in Wyoming but I grew up in Texas, so it def applies!
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Yesterday I was finally able to pick food out of the garden! We got a zucchini and a cucumber. We’ve been getting a couple green beans a day, but this is the first big stuff.
So today is zucchini bread-making day. Two loaves…one in the freezer, one to keep out and eat. And that’s what I do with every batch of bread or pie from garden produce. That way we have breads all through winter and spring!
Some tomatoes are growing but green, but the cantaloupe and pumpkins have yet to produce. We got it started late this year. But a garden’s a garden
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