Follow the Prophet

Saturday night Rob and Melissa Enger (total rockers) invited us to a Jazz game.  FYI Rob now works for one of Larry H Miller's company's so when he gets Jazz tickets they are awesome.  We get VIP tickets which include dinner, half time food, free drinks and seats so close I could read the tattoos on the players arms.  Any way, after dinner we began the descent to the bowels of the Tox Box/ Delta Center so that we could walk across the shiny wood floor (which stays cleaner than my floor even though it has 10 large sweaty men on it all night) and find our seats.  As we wandered the cement tunnels looking for the right portal we ran into President Monson.  He asked why we were leaving when the game hadn't even started yet.  So funny.  "Hi I'm the prophet and I am going to casually joke around with everybody I see."  He shook our hands and then proceeded down the tunnel to the elevator.  The staff people hired to help stupid people like me decipher the numbers and letters on a ticket that somehow correlate with a seat, pointed us in the right direction.  We wandered back down the tunnel RIGHT BEHIND THE PROPHET!!  So guess what I start singing.... Follow the Prophet, Follow the Prophet.  Jason told me to shut it so that I wouldn't embarrass our group but I just couldn't help myself.  As we watched the people in front of us it was obvious who recognized this great man in their midst.  I am not kidding, it was like a light bulb flashed on, people glowed.  It was amazing.  The game was great, the food was great, the company was great, but shaking the Prophet's hand.... priceless!

Monday. BLECH!

It all started fine.  We got up at 6:00, read scriptures, cleaned the house, and the younger boys were off to school.  I got to go exercise and even shower.  TJ had an eye appointment and Jason was home sick so I decided to take Jason's van and run my errands.  BIG MISTAKE!  Ten minutes down 7800 South I checked my blind spot the same instant the guy in front of me slammed on his brakes.  BANG )#($* CRASH ^)$(#* BOOM @()#$& SMOKE )#(%&**#(+ !   Did I mention I was in Jason's COMPANY CAR?!?  Luckily nobody was hurt.  The guy in front of me was very nice and even apologetic.  Jason came and had to do the dance with his company's safety team.  The bad news is that it goes on Jason's work record even though I was driving.  The good news is Jason's company is so cool that he had a rental within a few hours and they will pay for everything.  It doesn't go on our insurance.  I thought Jason was going to kill me, or leave me in a ditch, but true to form he is able to laugh about it with me.  What a great guy!

My Man

Jason pointed out the other day that I must be pretty embarrassed of him because he has never been posted on my blog.   I only hesitated to put him on my blog for fear of ruining perfectly happy marriages out there when they see what I get everyday!  Of course I'm not embarrassed and as a proud wife I would like to present:  Jason

Jason is probably one of the funniest people I have ever met.  I don't think a day has gone by in our 15 years together that he hasn't made me laugh (which as you all know can be difficult.)

Jason is a fish.  He can live underwater.  He has the decency to surface long enough for us to enjoy that smile.  Sometimes when he stays underwater for so long that I start worrying only to have his head pop up among the waves.

Jason spoils me.  This is a picture of us in Hawaii.  We are both filthy, but serenely happy.  He  made sure we had a great time.  He also spoils me at home.  I am definitely the princess at my house.  I get pretty much everything I want and some surprises along the way.

Jason is a great dad.  His boys light up when he gets home.  They love hiking, golfing, gaming and many other things together.  Sometimes I go, sometimes he leaves me home to gather my scattered pieces of sanity off the floor.

This is Jason at his finest.  In public, in a dress, and shaking his booty.  Who wouldn't be proud!

Melissa!

It is my girlfriends Birthday and for those of you who don't know her I thought I would introduce you.

Melissa and I have been friends for over 10 years.

It all started when I met her at church and thought "Way to cute to be my friend!"  But she gave me a chance and it all payed off.

We have seven boys between the two of us.  The oldest three (two of mine and one of hers)  all hang out while our the next two were born two weeks apart, and the final two were born within 6 weeks of each other.  

We have seen each other through pregnancy, surgery, illness, death, painting projects, sporting events, job changes, calling changes, and most importantly hair changes.  

And if you can believe it she stuck around!  So until she realizes she really is way to cute to be my friend I will enjoy every minute she gives me!

Lego Man ( sung to the weenie man camp song)

I have a Lego Man

He has a Lego stand

He can build anything from Sponge Bob on down.

One day he'll end my strife

And clean up his Lego life,

Hot Dog!  I love my Lego Man!

I believe that blogging is my gift.  It is beautifully wrapped with a hand tied silk bow on top.  I have yet to open this gift and give it to myself, but it is there looking beautiful and waiting patiently for me.  I aspire to untie the bow, lift the lid, unfold the various layers of tissue paper and present my self this gift.  When?  I can not say, that would spoil the surprise.  But you will be rewarded for your patience.

My new Baby!

After begging and pleading Jason finally decided that we could add a new addition to our little family.  Jack is a Toy Rat Terrier born January 9, 2008.  He weighs about 4 pounds and will get to be about 8 pounds total, and stand about 1 foot tall.  He is finally sleeping through the night, and once in a while I can put him down when he is asleep and get something done.  He takes a morning and afternoon nap and keeps my boys occupied when they get home from school.  We are so excited to have him!