Happy Birthday Willie

Willie is 11 years old today. Holy cow! I can remember the day he was born (can you hear me wiping away my tears?) We had a great day today with bowling and parties and french fries, pizza and all the cousins at the par-ta.

HAPPY BIRTHDAY WILLEMINA!

A few more pics from philly

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Temple, Penn, and downtown Philly

Today was our final full day in Philadelphia. We fly out tomorrow morning and Ross and I took the opportunity this morning to finally sleep in after days of being exhausted from getting up waaaay to early every day.

We spent the afternoon with a tour of Philadelphia and all it has to offer. It is a very interesting city and a very dirty one as well. It was very intersting to see so much decay and new growth in the same place. A building could be completely deteriorated, but have a beautiful mural painted on the side of it.

Craig took us on quite the tour. We saw Temple's dental school, where he spends almost every waking minute of every day for the next three and a half years as well as a police man walk into a Dunkin Dounuts right across the street. Ross thought that was pretty funny.

Downtown Philly is very pretty with some great old buildings. We drove from row houses and scary land to metropolitan land to china town and through little Italy. It is pretty impressive the amount of holiday decorations one can strap to the front stoop of a row house.

We ate steak sandwhiches at Lee's, close to the Penn campus and took a tour of the campus itself which is as beautiful as any ivy league school I've seen and I've seen a couple. Philly is a city full of very nice people, excellent food, and the saying that

Philly is the City of Brotherly Love really does fit.

We wraped up the evening and the trip with a jaunt over to Wilmington, Delaware to eat Italian food....very good Italian food. Who knew that such a place exsisted in Delaware.

Merry Christmas

After spending a long 6 hours at church doing our best to entertain 6 children from Liberia while they waited to meet with the bishop and for Craig to drive them home, we finally got around to opening gifts and eating.

Merry Christmas Everyone.

Not such a harsh winter at Valley Forge

Today we spent some time at Valley Forge. The historic site is only about 30 min. from Craig and Christina's home and I was happy to go. The visitor center was pretty cool and the 18 minute film strip-esque movie provided me with some interesting information and a great nap. When the movie was over it was time to tour the park. There was, like when Haley and I visited Gettysburg years ago, an auto tour. The auto tour was billed as about 20 minutes and three hours later we were finished exploring Valley Forge.

Before we could begin the tour, we had another adventure to experience first, finding sodas for those individuals who need Mt. Dew and Diet Coke iv's. The thing I learned about Pennsylvania is that nothing is easy to get to. In order to get the necessary soad's, we had to take a very windy road to get to a street where we were in the wrong lane, do some creative manuevers and have oh so much fun in the van that no one would admit was a van, that was so lovingly named the aardvark. Once we got the drinks and everyone started chowing down on the cookies we brought with us, things were looking up.

Valley Forge was very cool. It was fun to see the old cabins that the troops built during the winter of 1777-78. There were great monuments and statues at the site as well as a very beautiful church that was apparently used by Washington and the troops to pray and worship during the winter.

When the tour was over, we had all been fed and watered, we headed back towards Philly with a quick stop at the local IKEA...who can pass up an IKEA when one is close.

For dinner this evening, Ross and I fixed quite the feast. Beef Bourgoine, green beans with carmelized onions, sourdough bread and red potatoes with parsley. Dinner was fabulous and we all ate everything in site. Since it is Christmas Eve today, I wish everyone a happy Christmas and a safe evening.

Declaring Independence

Today we visited the birthplace of the United States; the liberty bell and Independence hall. I had been previously to these historic sites with Haley years before, but it was fun to go again and actually get into the buildings instead of getting there when everything was closed and seeing a man steal a horse carriage. To get close to these sites today, one must go through a circus of security and just my luck, I beeped through the metal detector. The poor soul who had to wand me didn't seem to find my joke about having a "magnetic personality" very amusing. I thought it was quite clever. While at the Liberty Bell, we not only took pictures but saw someone dumb enough to ignore all the DO NOT TOUCH signs and touch the bell for a photo opp. Watching the park ranger yell at the man who didn't understand a word she was saying was particularly entertaining.
After the Liberty Bell we continued to walk through security to get to Independence Hall. Ross and I were excited to see the building where the Declaration of Independence was written and signed but our tour guide, Ranger J. "Like I said, I'm a moron", was a mild deterrent to our enjoyment. It was almost as if he were at the signing and invented his own story and facts. Good thing Ross and I are the history nerds we are and could fill in the holes ourselves.

Independence Hall was very cool and provided some great photo oppourtunities as well. It was fun to play the tourist with my camera around my neck, but very strange to be playing the tourist at Christmas time.

Christmas in Philadelphia

This year, Ross and I jumped on an airplane and headed towards Philadelphia, Penn. to celebrate Christmas with the family. Our travels had us at the Philly airport at close to midnight on December 22/23 and we headed towards Craig and Christina's house for four days of food and holiday fun.

We were very grateful for their hospitality and happy to be guests in their very cute home in the suburbs of a big city. Our days were full of "tourism", trolley rides and lots of cheese steaks that were to die for.

Re: Here's a humidifier for you

...do you ever get nervous about anything? would you be nervous if you got on jeopardy?

sometimes I get nervous, but it is usually just for a second or two. I am excited to make flash cards...

when are you making flashcards?

Good question. Maybe on the plane. I need to slice the cards in half before I get started....
Want to help?


i don't know how involved i want to be in the whole flash card thing. I'll quiz you w/ existing flashcards but I'm not so sure I want to make them. people will stare at you if you make flashcards on the airplane. do you really want to be stared at?


like they don't stare already....
hey, look at the guy listening to headphones fidgeting and laughing out
loud and stuffing his face with peanuts...


true! hadn't thought of it that way.
i didn't realize that I was sitting next to the circus act.


a little window into my world of poopy pee.

Happy Holly-Daze

The family progressive party was saturday night. It was fun. Lots of good food and entertainment. I don't think that the Huber family knows anyone quite as funny as the Huber family. This year, like last, we cut the par-ta to four houses instead of eight. This makes for a much more relaxed evening and a lot less laying around on the floor at the last house.

The food, as always, was very good. Eddie had pork and rice bowls; Geneil had finger foods and BACON (I love bacon) complemented with divine sugar cookies; Cindy filled us up with Philly cheese steak and french dip sandwhiches along with tasty almond punch; and Johnny overloaded us at the very end with ham, turkey, and cheesecake. A delectable menu enjoyed by all.

Ross and Annie, being the party poopers that we are, left the party at 9:00. We'd already enjoyed 4 and 1/2 hours of fun, food, and Christmas carols and after working a full day and whining about it to all who would listen, I was ready to bail. Unfortunatelly, or fortunately, depending on how you want to look at it, we missed the dancing and excitement. Jackie was doing her Curves moves when we left, but I guess that was just getting the party started. Even Preston danced! Talk about exciting.

All I know is that it is a good thing we don't drink. The Huber clan is so high on life, I can hardly imagine how we would act if we were high on anything else.

(Pictures provided by Haley. Thanks, Haley.)

When in Logan with nothing to do....

Take pictures of the silk plant in your hotel room. What else?

A spastic says what?

WHAT? I just spent the last couple of days up in Logan for work. I did a couple of little classes for some very nice teachers. I taught them how to use their digital cameras and what to do with all those pictures once they are loaded on the computer. It was fun.

I stayed at a new Hampton Inn while staying in Logan and had quite a "trip" when I first arrived. You see, I parked the lovely work van, locked the doors and headed towards the reception area inside the hotel. Here's where things get interesting. Somehow, I failed to register that there was a slight curb from the parking lot to the hotel sidewalk. My failure to register an extra step saved me that step, and landed me flat on the concrete. Yes, I fell down and I fell hard.

Luckily, I was in Logan and there was no one around to laugh or make fun of me...that I was aware of. I managed to check in, get to my room and then took a moment to view the damage. A scrape on my knee deep enough to have the fabric of my pants embedded into my skin and have some skin stuck on the inside of my pants.

My shoes were ruined, my pants stained with a little blood and I have some great bruises developing to prove how hard I fell. Luckily, I didn't really hurt myself, or more importantly rip my pants or my coat. I love my coat. Ripping it would have been really sad.

Just to prove how goofy I am...yes, I had a nice trip and I will see you next fall.

A glimpse into the life of a jr. high math teacher

My sister teaches in a junior high. I hope everyday that she makes it out sane and alive. The alive part is going well, but we're not so sure about the sane. The following is an e-mail she sent me this morning. Names have been changed to protect the innocent.

AAAaaaaaaaahahhhhhhhhhh. Help!!!!!!!!!

I'm trapped in my classroom and I can't get out. They are all psycho today. Michael Booger has Bronchitis. He's not on any medication. he hasn't been to a doctor. He doesn't like them. His Nanna diagnosed his bronchitis. He is coughing hysterically and then he wheezes like he's coughing up a hairball. His coughts sound totally fake, too. It's so loud, I can't even hear what the people on the front row are saying. I finally gave up and gave them their assignment and sat down. There are about 4 of them wh are acutally doing it. The rest think we are having a free day because they are stupid. Plus, Michael Booger keeps aksing to go wash his hands after he coughs in them.

It's only 10, but I think I need a coke!

HQ

The Work Party and Gift Fight

Today was the first time I have ever had a work party. As a teacher in a high school, no one wanted to socialize outside of work time...maybe because most of us didn't even know each other's names. We did have a luncheon in the principal's office each year, but I would usually take food back to my classroom and sit and eat smashed croissant ham sandwhiches in solitude.

This year I don't work in a school and got to particpate in a real office party. There was no booze at this party, it was during the day time, so I wasn't lucky enough to see anyone embarass themselves with lampshades or impromptu make-out sessions like the movies have always told me happens at work parties. Instead we ate a good lunch, and I shared a chocolate mousse torte with Vickie.

We did have a small gift exchange in which I was able to wrangle and secure (even though a lot of people wanted it...shazbut!) a magic 8 ball. My mom has one on the island in her kitchen and, once i take mine home, it can sit in my kitchen too. You never know when you will need a magic 8 ball to make those ever important life decisions.

R-R-R-Rock me Amadeus

Last night was the night of the Winter Piano Recital for the students of Haley. The recital was good, but my particular favorite was Wille. He did a good job and I am not just saying that because he is my brother. Travis did a good job, too. Here are some pictures from the big event. Willie and Haley played a chopsticks duet, Haley played Silent Night and another christmas song I don't know the name of, and Willie played Joy to the World and Midnight Blues. His best number was chopsticks though...maybe he needs to practice a little bit more.

Yesterday, I had a funny experience with my little brother as well. I was at home to meet him at the end of the school day and wasn't feeling so hot. I think that I might have an ear infections (though I am doing much better today, incase you were concerned). Anywhoo, because young Will is an expert in acquiring and suffering from ear infections I thought that I would seek his advice on the matter. So, Willie sat me down on his bed, pulled out his head lamp and pushed my hair aside so that he could get a better look into my ear. After several minutes of examination and careful consideration, Willie pronounced, "Annie, I'm just not a doctor, there really isn't anything I can do for you." I really appreciated his honesty, and humor on that one.

How long did it take you to get home in the snow?

2 HOURS! 2 bloody (almost literally because I was biting all the hang nails off my fingers) hours on the freeway driving under 20 miles an hour the entire way home.

I love winter!

Jr. Jazz opener for the Wolverines

The wolverines won the first game, beating the Pirates 35 to 12. Good job Wolverines!

The Holiday Season is Officially Upon Us

Yeah, the holidays are here. To be completely honest and sarcastic, I can't wait! Over the weekend, I put up my tree (it's the little Charlie Brown tree to your left) and even wrapped a few presents for Alex in West Virginia, Willie and Ross. There is still so much more to do for the holidays, but I'll get it done in time.

We also had our first official Christmas party this weekend with the Petersen Clan. It was good times. We went to see the lights at Temple Square and freeze our butts off, then went back to Paul's for warm food...chili and soup. Everyone had a good time, I think, and the party was a success.

Nickel Creek and a Bottle of Rum

Last night Haley and I went to a great concert. We went to see one of our favorite bands, Nickel Creek . The show was in Park City at the Eccles Center for performing arts, aka PC High School.

We had a great time, Haley and I. I think the drunk woman next to Haley during the show and the woman throwing up in the bathroom right before we left had a great time too.

The NC played a lot of old and new material and even did a few covers, none of which was as good as their cover of Britney Spears Toxic. The BSF (Britney Spears Federline) could learn a lot from the NC. They finished the show with a roaring encore and an everybody on stage who wants to come Christmas Carol sing-in.

The show has sort of become a mild tradition between Haley and myself and it was great to go and see Nickel Creek again.

Be-a-utiful Clouds

Look, It's Mildred!

About 6 years ago, my family moved out of our little house in Magna to a bigger and nicer house in the WVC. My siblings and I were sad to be leaving such a good house and wanted to pay her tribute. The best way, we decided, was to give her a name that we could always remeber her by, thus we named our old house Mildred. Now, Mildred is a fairly uncommon name and it holds a special place in our hearts and we think lovingly of our dear, sweet, house, Mildred and all the good times we shared.

Well, yesterday while driving home from work, as I sat stopped at a light a van pulled up along side of me and then moved into the right hand turn lane. The van was for a company called, Mildred's flowers. This isn't going to mean anything to anyone but Haley and me, BUT, it was cool enough that I took a picture through my very dirty car window.

The best part of the Mildred's flowers van picture experience was the old man in the Ford tough truck next to me. He watched me take a picture and gave me dirty looks as I put my camera away.

 

Is Winter Really Here?

Ross and I woke up this morning to snow. On Saturday morning, there was a little dusting of the white stuff that melted by late morning. Today however, there was enough to cover everything and get me outside shoveling while Ross was in the shower. Snow is a beautiful thing, and even though I'm not a little kid anymore, I really love the first snow of the season. All that is ugly is made attractive again, at least until the mud and slush and neighborhood dogs get at it.

I guess the first snow fall means that winter is really on it's way. I can't say that I am excited, but, at least the snow is pretty.

Don't let the pictuer fool you, we didn't get this much snow. It's an old photo that I thought could emphasize the snow theme of this post.

Happy Thanksgiving!

Thanksgiving this year was swell. It was our year to be at Grandma Huber's house and, everyone was well.

The turkey was excellent and the potatoes were divine. I however was a particular fan of the rice krispie treats, well done Aunty Chrissy.

The day was full of food, laughter and fun. Video games in the basement tv room, football in the upstairs tv room, dialogue in the kitchen, and laughter in the living room sort of summed up the day. Haley and Isabel treated us to some piano tunes and we were all able to embarass Maddie all day with discussions of IBS. :) If you want to see some Thanksgiving pictures,click HERE .

Ross and I ended the evening with a trip to the movie theater to see Walk the Line the Johnny Cash movie. The film was good, but we were suprised at the amount of theater food being consumed on a food holiday. We were also mildly consumed with the man sitting behind Ross who obviously had a good Thanksgiving meal, judging by the music he was making along with Joaquin Phoenix.

Adventures in Babysitting

Last night, Ross and I did our first joint babysitting gig. The first for me in probablly a dozen years or so and I'm not sure that Ross has ever baby sat in his life. Regardless, we got to babysit Gentry last night and boy oh boy did we have fun. Gentry just turned a year old last week and he kept the two of us busy and entertained from the time his mom and dad left until the moment he crashed out.

Gentry has a hilarious, yet menacing laugh that kept us in stitches and some great facial expressions. He even tuckered out Ross a bit after the two of them crawled up and down the stairs several times. We were very happy to have been given the opportunity to hang with Gentry. It was a lot of fun. He didn't even cry! How about that? All I can say is that babies love me.

When what to my wondering eyes should appear......Oh wait, let me check the date. Yes, it is November 21, 2005. I didn't think it was Christmas...yet!

Thanksgiving isn't even upon us but the Christmas lights are going up in full force in my neighborhood. Now, I don't mean to be a scrooge...oh wait, yes I do! but doesn't it seem like the Christmas spirit starts to infect us every year earlier and earlier than it did the last?

I woke up this morning to lights a blazin' and realized that the holiday season is here and, to quote the Pointer Sisters, I'm so excited, I'm so excited, Oh yeah! I'm about to loose control and I think I like it, I like it!

On the other hand, maybe I'll just quote Scrooge McDuck and say, "Bah Humbug".

I'll let you decide on the Christmas before Thanksgiving debate.

Do you already have your Christmas lights up?

 

Even when the Utes suck they still beat the Cougars!

I just finished watching the Utah/BYU game and it was wonderful. The Runnin' Utes pulled out an overtime victory in one of the more exciting football games I have ever watched and lucky for me, I got to watch it alone, from the comfort of my own home. You see, Ross was at the game, cheering for the BY and I was at home, pretending not to care. (This is how we must participate in all rivarly sports, separatley with our own kind.) But, I discovered, I did care. I cared when Utah was winning in the first quarter and I had to call my dad, the first half, and especially when the game became tied with only minutes to play. At that time, I became once again, a Utah football fan. Can I just tell you that I love it when Utah beats BYU? I do. In the waining minutes of the game I was standing up, pacing the living room floor and doing what I always do when Utah is about to beat BYU, I called my family. They too, at home in the WVC were just as excited, waiting with baited breath as I was in the SJ; pacing and dancing about. Mom's heart was racing and Haley couldn't breathe. Willie didn't stop jumping up and down, even to talk to me on the phone. I can't beleive the Utes, plagued by injuries and starting a green quaterback, pulled it off. It was truly a magical afternoon turned long evening in the happy valley. The only problem now is, I can't get Ross to answer his phone (I've called him 5 times). I hope he isn't curled up underneath his seat crying. Maybe he should have made me go with him today. Every game I go to, the Cougars win. Sorry Ross, better luck next year! Oh wait, the last 8 out of 9 haven't been so good for you guys, have they?

Just in case you don't beleive I watched the game, here are some photos to prove it. The photo on the left is intended to display my nervous state. The Center photo displays my joy in victory. The third, on the right, is me in front of the tv to prove that yes, I did watch an entire football game on the television and was happy to do it.

Good Job Utes! You all made my day of laundry, painting my fingernails, hanging out in my lounge wear and overall solitary worth every minute.

Sorry Ross. I'm done now!

I love you! ;)

It's Friday, yeah, yeah, do you want to go to Hawaii?

It's Friday and I am tired. Yes, I understand that you are thinking, "so, what else is new," but I am. The week was uneventful and I don't really have much to say, but here are a few tidbits for the week.
1. The spider is no longer in the bathroom. I am not sure if someone killed it, or it jumped onto my head, got itself into my work bag and is waiting for the right time to get me, but if this blog isn't updated for a while, you'll know.

2. I have spend the last couple days in Jared and Tim's dreamweaver class learning how to build a website. It is pretty fun stuff.

3. We are going to dinner tonight with the fam. Yeah! this means a trip to Crown Burger, Hires, or the Training Table....maybe all three!

4. Tomorrow is the Utah/BYU game and I don't care! Yes, I said it, I don't care. All it means is that Ross will be gone all day and Haley and I can go and see a movie we wouldn't otherwise see.

Have a great weekend everyone who reads my blog. Oh, wait, no one reads my blog.

I knew my spidey sense was leading me in the right direction.

A while back I blogged about a giant spider web attached to a photo in the stairwell of my place of employement, here . I beleive I mentioned that I never wanted to tango with that spider. Well, I think I found that spider today. Literally, just moments ago I walked into the womens restroom to, well, you know, and picked a different stall then I would normally use. Now, my spider radar is always turned on, just like Radar on MASH always knew helicopters were coming, I can sense the presence of an arachnid. Thus, I stepped into the stall and in the bottom corner behind la toilette, was a giant spider. Definately the size of a quarter, maybe larger, and it was just lying there in wait. As I am sure you could guess, I used a different stall to finish my business in the ladies room and exited as quietly and as quickly as possible.

I knew that spider was big and waiting for me. Too bad I didn't have a camera, or the desire to take a camera into a women's restroom to prove it.

What else do you do on a Sunday night?

Last night was the end of our weekend with Ross' parents and we must have had so much fun and excitement, that all we had left in us was to sit and watch tv. We ate a great dinner of homemade chicken enchiladas, Spanish rice, and homemade salsa and settled in for a November evening of footbal and cooking shows. With a little creative furniture arrangement, everyone was accomodated in the tv watching.

Personally, I didn't watch too much of the "boob tube" because I was busy in the kitchen making cookies, burning my fingers, and cleaning up my cookie mess. This however, was okay, because I was not too interested in the football game or the championship pie cook-off. We did have a very nice weekend and a busy one as well. By 9:00 on Sunday night, Ross and I were ready for bed and a good night sleep. Considering that we have both been sick for the last two weeks, and that Ross has been much phlemier than anyone I have ever seen in my entire life, we both took enough cold pills and tylenol pm to ensure that good nights sleep. Just look at Ross' picture...doesn't he look exhausted?

Holy Trappist Monks, Batman!

This weekend, Ross' parents were up from Arizona for a visit. Because of this, Ross and I could not maintain our normal weekend routine of doing nothing so we traded in nothing for something. The first of many somethings was an adventurous jaunt up to Huntsville, Utah and the Trappist Monk Monastery, established in 1947, to purchase some holiday wares. We arose to a hearty breakfast of bacon and waffles and were then on our way. When we first arrived at the Monastery, the little quonset hut shop was closed for an hour because of prayer services so were were stumped. luckily, Huntsville connects to Eden and a quait little rode around the rim of Pine View Resevoir. We took the drive around Pine View and through what was probablly "downtown" Huntsville until we new the monks would be back in business.

They were back in business with a vengance upon our return and I took the opportunity to snap a few pictures before entering the place of business to purchase our wares. The Monsatery is rather solitary, but it was a beautiful day, we saw the only sunshine of the entire weekend, and I was able to snap a few good shots.

Overall, the adventure was a success. Everyone was pleased in the end. Ross Mom and Dad got their long ride, Ross got some Christmas gifts, and I got a great nap in the car on the way home. What could be better than that?

That's Disgusting Peter!

Now, my cousin Peter is an interesting duck. He is very smart and funny, wants to perform autopsies for a living when he grows up, and can sometimes be a little disgusting, I found out. Recently, Peter and his parents went to Yellowstone. They had a great time in the national park. Saw lots of animals, nearly slid off the road because of the snow, and ate some great food in West Yellowstone. Peter also likes to take pictures. He purchased a very nice camera recently for a trip to France he took in June and is starting to become quite the photographer. This morning, he shared some photos of his yellowstone trip with me and I could not resist posting one of his pictures to the blog. Peter, from what I can tell is not afraid or grossed out by anything. He seems to apprecitate the dead for what they can do for science, and apparently, judging by the included picture, he can appreciate animal refuse for it's artist abilities.

Thanks for the picture, Peter. Have a great day!

Typical e-mail exchange between Haley and myself

..."duh, yourself, bird flu."

Bird Flu? what does that mean? SARS!

"measles"

Small Pox! ha, beat that one.

"bubonic plague"

tuberculosis aka consumption

"you cough blood and then you die!!! The rats eat you and your skin falls off."

leoprasy?

"you'd have to join a leporalcolony?"

What is a leoporalcolony? Is that some kind of procedure, like a colonoscopy?

"Duh. it's where the lepers go? it's just covered in leperasy. (I have no idea how to spell that word.)"

Happy Birthday!

Happy Birthday Dad! Yesterday, Election Day, was my dad's 51st Birthday and he was even happy. Ross and I payed the parental a visit and ate a birthday dinner with the family of steak, fresh cut french fries (my personal favorite), and a delightful ceasar salad (good job mom). Dad then opened birthday gifts from his kids, and it was a pretty typical birthday for him. He got World War II books from Haley, Basketball tickets from me (to see Andrew Bogut), and a video game from Willie.

We had a fun dinner and enjoyed the company of Grandma, and Grandpa and three of the five Woods. Visits with the family are always enjoyable, especially when Ross starts talking about his desire to be on Jeopardy and sits on the couch reading the dictionary. What could be more fun than that?

Anyway, Happy Birthday Dad. We're all glad that you've made it to a whole 51 years old. We Wuv You!

 

Two sides to every story

I suppose that there are always two sides to every story. In the case of my arrival home, I saw a perfect example of that. As I was headed west, headed home, I noticed the great skyline. The clouds were low, the sun was disappearing, and the mountains have their first touch of snow. It was truly a beautiful sight to behold. Then, I pulled into my neighborhood. Now, I realize that I live in a construction zone and chose to do so. I am also fully aware of the "cookie cutter"-ness of my neighborhood. I chose that too. Regardless of living in the "Truman Show" I am getting alittle bit tired of the construction. I understand that people want to live in their homes because I know how hard it was to wait for mine to be finished. However, arriving home and pulling into my alley way to find a HUGE cement truck in my driveway is a little frustrating. I only got into my garage through some tricky mauvering and then ran upstairs into my bedroom to take a picture of the machine that was in my way. In the end it is all okay, because the setting sun was pretty enough to compensate for my momentary homecoming issues. Lucky for me, the homes are nearly finished and hopefully, they only have to pour the concrete one time.

Actually, I'm quite proud of myself...

Several things of note happened today. One, I got a flu shot, the first in my life and did not develop a bruise after. The lack of a bruise is a much bigger deal that the shot. Normally, I would have a giant purple mark on my arm from someone just breathing on me funny. So nurse, thank-you for doing a good job. Two, I made yet another trip to Logan yesterday. This is significant because I have been to Logan or Brigham City 6 times in the last 5 weeks. The Cache county folks are becoming my new best friends. Though I have enjoyed my time up north, it is good to knw that I won't be driving up there for a while. Driving in the evening, in the dark makes me nervouse. Three, for anyone reading my blog, today, with a little help from Jared at work, I was able to not only design a new blog header, but figure out the code and plug it into the template for this blog. Now, I feel super cool because I can change it whenever I want to match my mood, the season, or anything else that suits my fancy. This is particularly great because I have no web design experience. I just figured it out on my own (with a little help).

Yeah!

The little league experience was a success!

After months of practices, lots of running, and 9 weeks of Saturday games, Willie's little league football experience is finally over. The Hunter Wolverine's b-team far surpased it's name to go down in a blaze of glory on Saturday afternoon against Park City. Though in my opinion the PC squad had better uniforms, they got to wear red and black, two of my favorite colors, the Hunter boys definately pulled out a nail biter. With under 20 secoonds left on the game clock and a game tied at one touchdown a piece, the Hunter QB (first time playing the position) tossed the ball to his running back. Lucky for us, the running back figured out how to run with almost no time on the clock and scored a 60 yard touchdown to win the game. To say that the boys and the fans were excited is too mild a statement. The dancing in the end zone proved that it was a great way to end an excellent season. Thanks to the coaches for teaching Willie how to play a game that he has ended up loving, much to Annie and Haley's dismay. If only he could think that getting a rebound and boxing out was as exciting as a tackle. We'll keep working on him. Jr. Jazz starts in 2 weeks anyway. For more pictures documenting the little league experience, click here