Off to the Concert and Fair

A while back Art and I watched a Huey Lewis concert on PBS. We enjoyed it so much we decided it would be fun to actually go to one. I would occasionally check out his website and find out where he was performing. I had hopes he would be close enough for us to go someday. Well someday came. I looked to see where he was performing and low and behold it was in Blackfoot at the Eastern Idaho fair. Yeehaw!! We got tickets and went. Art and I got back from the Taylor wedding and headed to eastern Idaho for the fair. It had been 31 years since I last went to that fair. We stayed with my folks in Idaho Falls (had a great time as usually and ate way to much of the delicious food). We went to the fair in the afternoon and had a great time and then our friends Mary and Steve joined us for the concert. It was fun. Unfortunately, we didn't get to sit with Mary and Steve as the seats were assigned. They had great seats and we had to scoot together seats. But the concert was very good. I wouldn't mind going to another one. When he sang "I want A New Drug" I turned to Art and said that is Dan and my song. We sang it karaoke in Cancun.

While wondering around at the fair, I witnessed a first. The Bingham county massage school gave free massages, which of coarse I had to do. And I must say I enjoyed it. But....... let me tell you my first. Art and I have been together for 23 1/2 . In that time, anytime a massage was ever mentioned Art would adamantly refuse. He said he hated being rubbed. When we went in, the masseuses asked it we both wanted a massage and Art said no thanks and I said just me. Well........ here it is..................when I finished I got up and looked at the chair next to me and who was in it getting a massage? Yes it was Art. I did a double take. He said it wasn't too bad. The only words I could utter in my shocked state was "Who are you and what did you do with my husband?"

Present in the Hot Tub

Miss R came to spend the day with me yesterday. It was a hot day and we decided to play in the Hot Tub. When I pulled back the cover we found a little present. A frog was sitting by the controls. Here is a picture.

PICTURE HAS BEEN REMOVED

Month of June

This is suppose to be what a person born in June is like. You decide if it fits me.
* Thinks far with vision
* Easily influenced by kindness
* Polite and soft-spoken
* Having lots of ideas
* Sensitive
* Active mind
* Hesitating
* Tends to delay
* Choosy and always wants the best
* Temperamental
* Funny and humorous
* Loves to joke
* Good debating skills
* Talkative
* Daydreamer
* Friendly
* Knows how to make friends
* Abiding
* Able to show character
* Easily hurt
* Prone to getting colds
* Loves to dress up
* Easily bored
* Fussy
* Seldom show emotions
* Takes time to recover when hurt
* Brand conscious
* Executive* Stubborn
* Those who loves me are enemies
* Those who hates me are friends

Angels Explained By Children

My sister in law sent this to me and I thought it was so cute, I had to post it.

Angels Explained By Children

I only know the names of two angels, Hark and Harold..
-Gregory, 5

Everybody's got it all wrong. Angels don't wear halos anymore. I forget why, but scientists are working on it
-Olive, 9

It's not easy to become an angel! First, you die. Then you go to Heaven, and then there's still the flight training to go through. And then you got to agree to wear those angel clothes.
-Matthew, 9

Angels work for God and watch over kids when God has to go do something else.
-Mitchell, 7

My guardian angel helps me with math, but he's not much good for science.
-Henry, 8

Angels don't eat, but they drink milk from Holy Cows!!!
-Jack, 6

Angels talk all the way while they're flying you up to heaven. The main subject is where you went wrong before you got dead.
-Daniel, 9

When an angel gets mad, he takes a deep breath and counts to ten. And when he lets out his breath, somewhere there's a tornado.
-Reagan, 10

Angels have a lot to do and they keep very busy. If you lose a tooth, an angel comes in through your window and leaves money under your pillow. Then when it gets cold, angels go south for the winter.
-Sara, 6

Angels live in cloud houses made by God and his son, who's a very good carpenter.
-Jared, 8

All angels are girls because they gotta wear dresses and boys didn't go for it.
-Antonio, 9

My angel is my grandma who died last year. She got a big head start on helping me while she was still down here on earth.
- , 9

Some of the angels are in charge of helping heal sick animals and pets. And if they don't make the animals get better, they help the child get over it.
-Vicki, 8

What I don't get about angels is why, when someone is in love, they shoot arrows at them.
-Sarah, 7

Family Photos

It has been a busy but fun couple of weeks. Our out of town kids came for a visit. We went to the cabin and played in the lake and the grown up kids did the boating thing (including wake board and water skiing). We went to Ivy Wild Park swimming and had a great time. I had never been there before but our local kids had and they told us it was the best place to go and they were right. It was fun for Art and I to have the family all together. I think the cousins had a great time getting acquainted and playing. The time just went too quickly. We had family portraits taken. Candace Hawkley of Hawkley Photography took our pictures. She did an excellent job as you can see. If you are in need of a photographer, I would highly recommend her. http://www.hawkleyphotography.blogspot.com/.
Here are some of the photos.










Like the shirts????? Me too. I will have to blog the shirt story. I will just say that Art has the patience of Job.

Blah Blah Blah

So today Mrs Dr called me and asked me if she had told me a story about sunflowers. Not recalling it, I told her no. She then told me to check out her blog. My grandson Dude was listening and told me he would tell me how to get her blog. Not realizing I knew how to get her blog he carefully walked me through each step.

He then proceeded to read me his mother's blog. He soon realized the blog was about him so instead of finishing reading it word for word to me he said "Poor Dude has small feet. He is constantly teased because of it. Blah Blah Blah. Mom this isn't a good story" She then told him it was a great story and to keep reading. The blah blah blah part had me laughing. Then as he read the rest of the great story, I got a little choked up. Dude was definitely insightful and hearing him read the story about him was one of the tender mercies David Bednar talks about. When he finished reading he finished with "blah blah blah I guess it is an ok story." and I was once again laughing.

If you haven't yet read it.......it is worth reading. Just know it is without the blah blah blah. Sorry!

Coat Tree?

I was recently reminded of an event that took place a couple of years ago. My sister Trixie, her husband the Coonster, Art and I go to the coast once a year. It is an event that Art and I look forward to and it is always a fun adventure. Well a few years ago we were at Chinook Winds and Trixie and the Coonster took a bathroom break and Art and I stood outside the facilities and waited. While we were standing there, Trixie came out and said to us "there is a code three in the bathroom come and check it out". She and I then went in to the bathroom to find a woman in her mid nineties with her seventy five year old daughter. The eldest woman was experiencing some problems which required some medical attention. Immediately after we got in the bathroom, security arrived with the paramedics requiring Trixie and I to retreat to the other end of the bathroom and wait to make our escape. There was quite a commotion. After about ten minutes we were able to walk out.

The Coonster was very upset and concerned that something had happened to Trixie and that was why the paramedics had arrived. He had reason to be concerned as not long before our trip, Trixie had suffered a stroke (she has recovered and is doing well). He tried to get in to check on Trixie but security wouldn't let him. You can imagine his worry. I couldn't understand why Art didn't tell him what was going on. He stood right next to me when Trixie said there was a code three and he knew she was O.K. and yet he seemed concerned as well. Here is our conversation.

Me: Why on earth did you let the Coonster get so worried? Why didn't you tell him what was going on?
Art: I didn't know what was going on. They wouldn't let us in to see if Trixie was O.K.
Me:You knew it wasn't Trixie
Art (looking very surprised)I wasn't in there, how did I know it wasn't Trixie?
Me:because you were right there when she came out and said there is a code three in the bathroom come and check it out.
Art: Code Three?!?! I thought she said there was a coat tree in the bathroom come check it out, and I thought that must be one hell of a coat tree.

Oh dear.....
We all had a good laugh. In fact, just thinking of it makes me chuckle.