Memorial Weekend

I had a great time camping with my family at the San Rafael Swell over Memorial weekend. It was me and my boys, my mom and dad, Mark & Rachel and their kids, Kirk and Andrea and their kids, and Rachel's mom and dad. We got to go see a dinosaur foot print and Indian pictographs. We had a lot of fun just sitting around the campfire talking and going on hikes in the day. I was glad that we went and saw all the cool things in one day because when we got back to camp to cook hot dogs and hamburgers for diner. I made Ryan a hot dog, with the hot dog in one hand and a beer in the other I turned around to go give Ryan his hot dog. I did not see the camping chairs on the ground behind me so I tripped an fell. As I was laying there in the dirt with the hot dog in the air yelling get this to Ryan. Colton walks up and says, "You spilled your beer." So Mark and my Mom took me to the hospital were I found out that I tore and pull the ligaments in my ankle.

Poor Boy

This morning after I got out of the shower, Ryan decided to tell me that it was really hard to put his underwear on. Then he told me it felt like it was squeezing him. So after my shower I had Ryan show me how his underwear was fitting, when he took his pants off I noticed that his underwear was on backwards. So I thought to my self were there's the problem. Once he turned his underwear around I noticed that they were really small and tight on him. Looking at the tag they were size 4t, so I got in Kaleb's drawer and had him try on the 4/5 in boys and those were small too but fit a little better. So then I grabbed the next size Kaleb had which was a 6/8 in boys. Once he put those on it was a perfect fit. So he went from a size 4 toddler to a 6/8 in boys. I felt so bad that his under was so small. So I had to buy him all new underwear because all the ones he had was too small.

Trip home on the bus

So for the first time in my life I got to ride a Greyhound bus home from Walla Walla, Wa. When we drive it by our selves it's about a 10 hours, on the bus it was 12. I will never ride the bus by myself again. That is because everyone on the bus was a crack head or a wanta be gangster. All I heard the whole way home was F*#@, bro, yeah well I did this with a girl and them use your imagination on what was said.

Then in Boise we picked up this guy who was drunk and high. He would not leave me alone, so I had to try my hardest to avoid him and there's not to much room on the bus to avoid him. He kept telling me how he was kicked off the last bus and that the police took his weed. This guy would not shut his mouth he was telling another passenger that he was going to stick his D@ck in his ear. After that was said the bus driver had to pull over in the middle of nowhere Idaho and tell him to shut up and sit down and the next time they see or hear him they would call the police to come and get him. Then we had to pull over a second time because of that same guy, so the bus driver told him that at the next stop they were going to have the police take him off the bus. Finally we would be rid of him I thought and well at the next stop no police and yes that guy got back on the bus and he was talking to me and I politely told him he should take a nap to stay out of trouble, so he did at least he listened to someone and he was able to finished the trip to Salt Lake without another outburst. Then this other gangster wanted me to sit by him and "keep him company" as he put it. I told him no I would like to sit in my seat. Then he proceeded to tell me that my husband wouldn't mind. Who the hell dose this guy think he is, umm yes my husband would mind and NO I don't want to sit by you.

Then two Mexicans were caught by the immigration officer and one stop. So the up roar was starting to calm down then the lady in front of me starts singing to 50 cent really loud. The funny thing is I would say she was in her 50's listening to rap.

The only thing that made the trip worth everything was seeing my boys at the bus stop with big smiles on there face, and getting to hug them. This is way I will never travel by bus again with out Tony.

Walla Walla, WA

So we moved Tony to Walla Walla, WA I was able to come with him. I have been able to drive around town and get things done for us to move up here. Tony gave me a Honey Do List when we got here. I have had to open a checking account, get car insurance quotes, and look at rental properties. I have enjoyed hanging out with my nieces and nephews here. I can't wait to get back to my kids and then I can't wait to move here. It is so pretty and nice and relaxing here. I like to small town feel.

Tony's project

So my husband is not happy unless he has a project to do. One night he was playing around on the Internet and found this remote control car that runs off a weed whacker motor. So my husband gets this great idea to put a week whacker motor on his remote control car. So he started his project and is almost done. Just the other night he took it out to he garage to start it up to see how it would work. The boys got all excited and wanted to watch so they run out to the garage. Tony then proceeded to tell the boys that they should stand back by the door because things could go flying off. Tony started up the motor and something shot out and hit Tony's knuckles. He is okay but his fingers to hurt. Well I hope this is well worth the effort and pain for this car.

Oregon

So as most of you all know Tony and I are moving to Oregon. Tony leaves on April 5th so he will only be here for two more week. The boys and I plan on joining Tony I just have to find a job first. I am not looking forward to him moving so far away, but I am looking forward to the adventure of moving to another state. I know at times it will be so hard to be so far away from my family who I am very close to, but I hope we will be able to be more successful. I am looking forward to being closer to Tony's family and getting to know them better and for my kids to get to know those cousins more.

Halloween 2009

This halloween Kaleb was a SWAT man and Ryan was Batman. Tony and I were mormons, Tony a missionary and I was a molly mormon. It was all in good fun. My mom had her usual halloween party for the kids were they get to play games and win all kinds of goodies they also got to build there own haunted house. The kids always have so much fun.