My Sister's Act

Made an all-too-quick trip to Twin Falls last weekend to see Tricia in "Sister Act." Somehow, I got invited to the cast's "secret" Facebook page and got access to all their pictures and videos. It was great. For me. Possibly not as great for Biz.

Saturday morning, we were able to catch Tanner's basketball game.

And Kami's general cuteness. 

And Tyson's laid-back coaching style.

Dad was sick (bronchitis) as evidenced by this picture where he actually let Jess apply essential oils to his feet.

And the musical was spectacular. I posted this picture online with the caption "a sister and two brothers #sisteract" and someone asked if my sister had joined a convent. Yes, a very progressive one with sparkly dresses and generous visiting hours.

And last but not least... more Kami cuteness.

Happy Friday!

Friday, February 23, 2018, was a beautiful day for a retirement celebration and pie. If you're into that kind of thing which, frankly, I am not.

Dad's retirement pre-party took place at Charlie Chows, where Tyson may have "accidentally" opened an unmarked black door and walked right in to the kitchen at Charlie Chows. The subsequent screaming from the cooks was not in a language I recognized. But the message was pretty clear. "It's freezing cold, white boy. This is not the door. Get out of here." Ty came through the experience fairly unscathed and we very much enjoyed our meal. With peanuts.

 Dad is retiring! Pie for everyone!!!!

Biz and I didn't coordinate our outfits in advance. We didn't need to. If you had told me I would one day attend my Dad's retirement party, after 38 years, as a church employee myself and WEARING PANTS - I may not have believed you. But it's true. And I have the picture to prove it. We are not a white shirt and tie, unnecessary skirt-wearing kind of family.

Why wear a suit jacket when a decades-old fleece jacket will do? 

Onward Pioneer

After 38 years of working for the LDS Church, mostly in Welfare Finance, my Dad is retiring today. It's a happy sad day for me. I'm excited for his next chapter and I know he will continue to practice religion in its purest form to the highest degree of efficiency and accuracy.

BUT - who is going to bring me pie at work, drive me home if I have a migraine, or help me assemble the department Christmas tree stand?

His boss may think he is irreplaceable. But his daughter knows he is.

Happy Valentines Birthday, Part 2

I love Dahlia's hot air balloon "Valentine box." I don't love how grown up she looks in this picture.

My cute birthday buddy and his number shirt. He specifically requested a cake with panda bears wearing sweaters. I'm so glad he has parents who can make that dream a reality. I do one cake design, and it's the "dirt cake" pictured just a couple of posts below. Panda bears wearing sweaters is not something I could/would even try to do.

And a picture collage from Facebook that I called "birthday blessings." Happy day.

Happy Valentines Birthday!

Happy Valentines Birthday to me and Ethan and Happy Valentines Day to the world. 

Valentines are the best. I'm so glad they come in all shapes and sizes.

Lucky 13

Mick turned (ugh) 13 last week. Jason was really cute and made a double-decker chocolate cake. Unfortunately, he was also in a rush to watch the Utah basketball game and he frosted the cake while it was still warm. He texted me later to see if I could "pick up some white frosting and maybe fix the cake." Uh oh. I wish I had a "before" picture of the cake, because I really can't do justice to its crumbly mess brokenness. But a little frosting, a lot of crushed Oreos, and some strategically placed gummy snakes later - I actually thought it looked cute. And it tasted great.

As part of the birthday festivities, we did a scavenger hunt at a local shopping center that I won't name because apparently you're not supposed to do your own scavenger hunt there - they prefer you to buy their carefully crafted scavanger hunt instead. But we did ours (shhhh) and the kids got to pick out treats from the candy store as their treasure. Jason, of course, was most excited about the candy cigarettes. His neice in Pennsylvania got candy cigarettes while she was out trick-or-treating one year and Jason has been teasing her about her smoking habit ever since. So we had to pose for a picture.

And finally, a bonus pic of Theo, who sat up for the first time at MY house because, clearly, he likes ME best.

Hello? Is This Matt Damon?

So I'm waiting at the Trax station and a pay phone (which I've never noticed before) starts ringing. And of course I want to answer it. Because I've always wanted to be in a Jason Bourne movie and it seems like answering this call may be my best shot. It has to be Matt Damon calling, right?