Monday, August 13, 2012

The Quilting Bee - hey - don't give me any issues here - we have skills!

So... growing up - I was raised under the quilts being quilted by my Aunties on my Mom's side of the family.  They were maniac quilters.  We would have every toy there was under that quilt and we loved every second of it.  It's not uncommon to tie up a quilt in our family - each of my children have a quilt tied for them when they get married and since Katie and Ryan have decided to tie the knot - and the kids were all in town... why not knot?   We set it up under the big tree in the back yard and the laughter began.  Every single knot Mandy tied had to be undone, and redone.  Ashley and Bethany helped and the kids played in the pool and ran, yes, under the quilt in giggles and moving heads visible from the top.  Mike even helped - and that meant the world to me.  Someone forgot to tell him that you actually have to tie the yard into a knot.  He can carry weapons of war - but hand him a needle and we're talking hysterical.  Never the less - the pictures tell the stories of the day, and the end result was a work of art (choke) and love (lovely words of quilting), and a few blood stains.
Behold... the Quilting Bee....




lucky us.... we are tied together through it all.


(Knot really - we're all kinda just tangled)


In Utah We Say "Prade"....

There's just no getting around it - I need to post July in a hurry - because the order of documentation is vital.... and other stuff.  So I enjoyed the miracle of 3 grandchildren and the joy that they bring into my every single moment of life.  We started out the day celebrating at the Provo Freedom Festival Prade....  The stars of the day were as follows:
Sharkman - because every prade needs a shark
The 'Not shy around cameras' kid
and an extremely beautiful.... buggins

So - you see - we had all the ingredients for a spectacular 'prade' experience.  Not to mention the family... parental units and aunts and uncles in plentiful amounts.

Mikowel and Lee Lee
Ryan .... and his love....
'Baking with Blonde' and stranger behind her.  (creeeepy)
and some cute little Apples from Washington.
I was there - and here is proof...
the middle legs are mine!
Our favorite part of the 'prade'....
was no doubt
NIE NIE!!!  The Grand Marshal!
(such a freaking fan I can't stand it...
Ryan M. asked us if we actually wanted to run
out and touch the hem of her dress...)
(duh - of course we wanted to)
Here is my Blurrrrry picture ):
big huge fan - we screamed out her name and
told her we loved her - she waved extra hard,
so did Mr Neilson.... and her kids squirted us.
There were a few of these.....
oh and this guy came....
gotta have the gov there eh?
We lied and said we voted for him.
we think he has a funny name....
Over all - the morning was wonderful - we gathered on Mandy's front lawn right on center street.  They had roped off the area and no one could get on it it until 5 am - but Mandy and Ryan staked off their own property, and bazinga - best seats in the house!  Thanks guys!
But the winner of the first Prade is.....
Sharkface Mandy

So.. that was the morning Prade... then we rested and headed to the Sandy Celebration
for yes.... another Prade - this one is by far the lamest prade ever - it's full of trucks, and extremely stupid advertisement places, several floats we'd seen earlier in the day when the wavers were not so wilted, flyers, more flyers, more roller skaters, flyers.... and politicians, and flyers.  The best part though..... freakin candy throwing.  I got a cavity just catching it.
Partae on familia...
we really liked the couple behind us in the chairs - whom ever you are.... you are now family.  No matter what your rap sheet says at the police department.

off to the food - nuff prades

Kabobs....always  better cooked off the back of a
big old truck... and the fixin's along with them!
sparklers... and smiles
sleepy little party boys....
and the picture for Matt to rotate for me....
and FIREWORKS OH MY!

eat your heart out sharkface.... we had a great day.

Tuesday, August 7, 2012

There's gonna be a weddin'

Because Wedding Weeks make me a tad on the
psycho side of life.... I will post the poem that my
children had to see everyday and return to
post July and August and Weddings OH MY!

(hey kids... I love you)

Good Roots

Help me to give my children good roots God.
As I work with my plants I see that
the sturdiest, and those which bear most freely,
are those whose roots go deep, gripping rich soil;
they have a base from which they
and grow tall and beautiful and sound.

Let this household furnish that
kind of soil for my family, God.
Enriched with good music, good books
good talk, good taste,
But above all, goodness of action.

So that those who come here feel welcome,
and those who leave here feel warm.
And those who live here know,
in every fiber of their beings,
that they belong to people who,
for all of our faults, are good people.
People of decency and honor, who would
not willingly hurt or cheat any living thing.

Let my children grow freely, God,
In whatever direction their nature directs.
But give them root strength, too.
So that they will never deviate
too far from their own beginnings.

Help me to give my children good roots.