Memorial Day Weekend

I love 3-day weekends. There is nothing better than a Sunday night when you don't have to work on Monday.

I especially love 3-day weekends when I have fun visitors. Uncle Hal and Aunt Patsy spent Monday morning with us. Mickey and Tay tried to setup Hal's iPhone without any knowledge of any of his passwords, and did a remarkable job. There was much laughter during a rousing game of Apples to Apples. And Aunt Patsy got to see "my new house" and take the tour.  

We did pizza and ice cream for lunch. Easy and everyone was happy. Yay!

And I had a cool moment Monday morning when I opened my blinds and realized I finally qualified as an official grownup. The Scouts had left a flag in my yard for Memorial Day. (Apparently, that's how you qualify as a grownup in my mind.) I'm sure the neighbors thought I was weird for running out in my pajamas to take this picture. But it couldn't possibly have been the first time the neighbors thought I was weird - and it won't be the last time either.

Sixth Grade Graduation

The funny thing about marrying a man who has kids is that it really is like one day you wake up and you have a kid on his way to junior high. Mickey's 6th grade graduation was fantastic (hot in the school auditorium, but still fantastic). I was impressed that the elementary school orchestra could almost muddle their way through "The Star Spangled Banner" and that all the sixth graders participated in the choreographed dance at the end of the graduation. 

All the kids had drawn pictures of what they want to be when they grow up. There is a startling number of future NBA basketball players in the Mapleton area, but Mickey stayed true to his dream of owning a bakery. (Preferably on the beach in Puerto Rico, with several island locations. He's got it all planned out.) Like Mick always says - he wants his money to work for him, he doesn't want to work for his money! Can't wait to see how that philosophy works out for him. He could not be more different from Jason in that respect. Jason works harder than anyone I know. 

So proud of Mickey. PS - We didn't have to bug him to wear a suit jacket to graduation. The kids were supposed to dress "in Sunday best" (only in Utah could you still get away with saying that) and Mickey wore his suit of his own free will. 

Like Father - Like Son

Jason - circa 1991

Mickey - yesterday. Go SOX!!!

Boondocks

Don't be fooled by the bright blue sky in this picture. It was COLD at Boondocks last Saturday. Jason and I mostly waited inside while the kids were in line, then hopped back outside so that we could snap a few pictures and do the obligatory wave as they were going by.

We learned again that most of the games at Boondocks are typically broken. And that even when you know in your head that your "tickets" are electronically loaded onto your game card, it's just an automatic reaction to reach down to "collect your tickets" at the end of each game. It is nice not to have to carry wads of tickets around in your pocket though - and thread them through the impossible ticket counter at the end of the day, where you're reminded that you just spent $40 so that your kids could fight over a plastic slinkie.