I have never had a scalp treatment before. I've had stylists ask me if I would like one during my normal cut & color appointment, but I've always said no because I thought they were overpriced & a waste of time. Boy was I wrong!

For April's Girls Night, we went to Bon Losee and all got scalp treatments. It was so much fun! For those of you "girls night inactives" (you know who you are), here's a minute by minute recap of what you missed out on.

6:15--Girls who want to carpool show up at my house. We all admire Trish's newest masterpiece that she has made (Ryan's first dental postcard). By the way, it rocks! Way to go Trish...you creative devil you!

6:30--Leave for Bon Losee. The neighbors can probably hear cheers coming from the car as we celebrate our freedom from children for a night!

6:37--Get stuck in the death trap that is SR 73 and decide to be adventurous and take the back roads to the freeway. Look at us push the envelope!

7:05--Arrive at Bon Losee fashionably late (What? We had to make an entrance?!?)

7:06--We admire the "new up-do's" of the girls who weren't fashionably late. Think Pippy Longstocking. We discuss how we should get some of the clips that stylist use and wear them to church on Sunday.

7:08--A "stylist" (I use this word very loosely here) named Alex with a piercing in every visible cavity of her body and at least four observable tattoos enters the lobby and says she is ready for one of us. Summer "lets" me go first. Thanks Summer...I think!

7:09--My scalp massage begins. I now have the same lovely up-do that the other ladies have.

7:10-7:15--My hair is brushed with the most HEAVENLY brush I have ever felt in my life. I want to fall asleep, but Alex insists on telling me all about her grandma and how she talks on the phone all day & watches infomercials, and her "great" boyfriend and his band.

7:16-7:22--Peppermint treatment cream is applied to the roots of my hair. The conversation about her grandma and boyfriend continues.

7:23-7:41--The peppermint cream is massaged into my scalp. Again, the conversation continues...but this time she interjects the fact that one of the other stylist is stealing her blow drier, clips, & shears...and when she finds them, they are going to regret it. I begin to feel very scared for the "supposed thief". I nod my head and try to enjoy my massage. Here are some pictures of the other gals getting their massages. (Hopefully, by some SANE stylists).

7:42-7:49--Alex shampoos & deep conditions my hair. She begins to have a very in depth conversation with another "stylist" about tattoos and how "they really don't hurt too bad" and how "after the first few minutes, the nerves in that part of your body just go dead and you don't feel the needle anymore". The "normal" girls in the room (a.k.a. us)--just try to enjoy our deep conditioning. Here we are! Don't we look refreshed?

7:50--We return to Alex's chair to begin my "semi-style". I begin to wonder what the term "semi-style" entails.

7:51--Alex picks up some volumizing spray and asks the girl next to her how to use it. The other girl doesn't know. Alex begins to read the directions on the back of the bottle. The thought crosses my mind to take the bottle out of her hand and do it myself. I resist.

7:52-8:03--Alex blow dries my hair (with another stylist's blow drier, because hers was stolen, remember?).

8:04-8:13--Alex "straightens" my hair. Again, a word used very loosely...I had more crimped parts in my hair then straight parts. Alex apologizes and says she is still trying to figure out how to use the thing. I ask her how long she has been in school for...expecting to hear a few weeks or a few months. She replies that she's been in school for almost a year now and only has another six months to a year left. I begin to feel for the poor people that will unknowingly walk into a Fantastic Sam's or a Great Clips a year from now.

8:14--Alex announces that she is going to give my hair some body. She picks up a gentleman's comb and proceeds to RAT my hair. Apparently, Bon Losee doesn't teach the difference between ratting and backcombing until the second year of school. My head hasn't felt pain like that since 1989!

8:20--My "semi-style" is now done. It was interesting...but I must admit, my scalp felt great and my hair was extremely shiny! Here's the girls' final products...including a before and after of Trish.

Trish Before:

Trish After:

I don't know Trish, I think I prefer the before better.

8:45--We go to Chili's for an after-treatment snack & some good girl conversation. I just have to say that Chocolate Molten Cake is delicious...all 600+ calories of it!

11:00--We finally pull ourselves out of Chili's and return home. Is it too soon to start thinking about next month? --Lindsay

Parents are supposed to be good examples to their children, but sometimes the children end up being better examples to their own parents. Let me explain...

About a month ago, my kids got some stuffed animals in their Arctic Circle kids meals. These toys are obviously "extremely well-made" because one of the ears has fallen off Connor's bunny and, just today, one of the legs came off Aiden's chick. But, what can you expect for $3.99? Anyway, Aiden was a little upset by this latest calamity at the Storrs' household. He came into the kitchen, tears streaming down his cheeks, with the leg in one hand and the rest of the body in the other. I was about to tell him that everything would be okay and that mommy would fix it...but Connor jumped into the conversation first. I was surprised at the dialogue that followed.

Connor said, "Oh Aiden...did your duck die?"

Aiden walked over to him, still crying, body and leg in hand.

Connor continued, "That's okay...his spirit will go up to heaven to live with Heavenly Father and then he'll get resurrected just like Jesus and he'll be good as new...right mom?"

"Rrright..." I said slowly. At this point my mind is racing...part of me is thinking, "Wow! He does get something out of church!?!" and the other part of me is thinking, "Where did I put that little box that I call a "sewing kit" because we're going to need one resurrected duck by tomorrow morning."

Now, obviously he got one little thing wrong...the toy won't be resurrected, but I was surprised at just how much he understood about death and the afterlife. Connor, a little four-year-old, knows more about the hereafter than many adults in this world ever will! As I've had my own children, and worked with children at church, I've really come to understand what the scriptures mean when they tell us to become as little children. Kids have so much hope, are so forgiving, and they have such strong faith! Connor showed me what true faith was a few months ago.

We were driving home...from where I don't remember. Connor was sitting in the backseat playing with a toy walrus that he absolutely LOVES for whatever reason. All of the sudden he said, "Mom...my walrus is breaking!" I glanced back to see that the plastic was splitting on the walrus's tail. "Well, I'll look at it when we get home," I said. "Okay" he said. The backseat was quiet for a few seconds, then I heard the following:

"Dear Heavenly Father. Thank you for this day and for all my blessings. Please bless my walrus to get better so his tail doesn't fall off. In the name of Jesus Christ, amen."

I said, "Connor did you just say a prayer that your walrus's tail would get better?"

"Yep!" he replied proudly, "And, I KNOW Heavenly Father will make him better. He always answers my prayers!"

I choked back tears the rest of the way home (and I'm not a crier). I was so taken back by the faith that this little boy had. He knew that if he prayed to his Heavenly Father about something that was so important to him, He would help him.

That night when Mike came home from school, I met him at the door with the super glue in one hand and the walrus in the other. I was bound and determined to make sure this prayer was answered, even if it was through me.

Yes, it is a parent's responsibility to be a good example to their children...but I think sometimes, THEY are the ones that WE should be looking up to!

But who knew it could be so messy?

This past Friday, I had a weather department meeting. Mike decided to only work a half day, so he could watch the boys for me. The boys and I met Mike at work and they romped all over Salt Lake making mischief while I had my meeting. When I was done, I met up with them and we all went to Arctic Circle for a nutritious dinner! After gorging on hamburgers, corn dogs, french fries, & onion rings...we decided we needed a few courtesy cones to wash it all down. My kids have had plenty of ice cream cones in their lives, but you wouldn't have known it by watching them on Friday. Aiden decided that he wanted to down his ice cream cone in only two bites. The first bite consisted of everything above the cone. The second bite consisted of the entire cone and all its contents. That kid doesn't have patience for anything!

Connor was doing good to start (as a four-year-old should). Then, all the sudden we heard him say, "Dad...my ice cream cone is dripping!" Mike and I looked over to realize that half his cone was missing...the bottom half. Shouldn't a four-year-old know that you eat an ice cream cone from the top down, not the bottom up? Anyway, ice cream was pouring out. Mike wrapped a napkin around it and told Connor to open his mouth. Connor did and Mike shoved the entire thing in! The look on Connor's face was classic!

By the time we left, there was ice cream everywhere! Really, who knew that a couple of little three-inch ice cream cones could be so tricky? --Lindsay

Event 1: BYU v. USU Rugby Game

Our weekend started out with going to Dan's rugby game at BYU. I just have to say again...this is the weirdest sport EVER! Since when do "manly men" like to get so darn close to each other...in some instances, sticking their arm in another guy's crotch??? Let me explain...in basketball, there's a "jump ball" to decide who gets the ball. In rugby, the boys line up in a line...basically creating a wall by hooking themselves together (this involves hooking their arms together, hooking their legs together, or hooking arms and legs together...hence the arm in the crotch comment). Once these walls are created, the referee (or whatever they call them in rugby) throws the ball in between the two teams. These two walls of men then collide with each other in the biggest version of a headbutt imaginable(mind you, they have no helmets on either). While participating in this craziness, they have to use their legs only to kick the ball behind them to the other members of their team. Once a member of the team gets the ball, the object is to score a touchdown. I think they call it something else, but it's basically a touchdown. However, you can't throw the ball forward... only backwards. So, one guy will run for awhile and when he gets in trouble, he throws it to a guy behind him and then he runs for awhile and throws it to another guy behind him, etc. until they get a touchdown or the other team intercepts the ball...then it just starts happening in the opposite direction of the field. Now if all of that isn't weird enough, these guys do all of this in really short shorts and tall, striped socks! (See picture) It's quite attractive! The weirdest part of all? They trade jerseys back and forth. The number on the jersey represents their position on the team. So, when a guy gets hurt or needs to come out for some reason, he takes off his nasty, sweaty, bloody jersey and gives it to the new guy who puts it on! GROSS!!! How would you like to be the second guy to play? Now there's an incentive to be a starter! Anyway, the little boys had a great time and really got into the game. But, after two hours of watching this violence, they apparently felt a little left out. So, once the game was over, the two of them ran out onto the field and took turns tackling each other to the ground. Maybe I have a couple of future rugby players on my hands. Hopefully, for my sake (and their pretty little faces) they don't!

Event 2: After-game B-B-Q

After the boys were done beating each other up on the field, half the team (along with some of Kristin's roommates) came back to my parents' house for a b-b-q. I don't remember all their names, but I did promise Mr. Incredible (Bo) and Unkie Ferrell that I would mention their names on the blog. Of course, my mom pulled out all the stops again. Someday, I will be able to throw a party like that girl! While the college kids partied on the deck, the old folks (I'm included in this group) partied in the yard. (Our party was much cooler, but don't tell them that) After eating, we played a little bochi ball and the boys had fun spying on the neighbors. Well, they were probably a little more interested in the remote control cars that the neighbors were driving, but they were spying on them just the same.

Event 3: Getting Ready for the Easter Bunny

After the b-b-q, Mike & Connor colored eggs for the Easter bunny. Where did this tradition come from? You boil eggs; then stick them in colored vinegar; the Easter Bunny then hides them so the kids can find them the next morning; the kids eat one or two and then don't want anymore; mom and dad end up eating egg salad sandwiches for lunch the rest of the week. How did the resurrection of the Lord turn into all of this? Strange twist, eh?

Event 4: Easter Egg Hunt & Brunch

On Sunday morning, Mike's parents came down to our house. The kids ran around the house looking for candy and eggs. It was a good thing the Easter bunny decided to hide the eggs inside this year because it rained overnight. What a smart Easter bunny...I wonder if his wife knows a little something about forecasting the weather? Anyway, Connor was the faster of the two and had completely filled up his Easter basket after only one room. Aiden was slower and a little less patient. He decided it was too much work to put the candy in his basket, so instead, he decided to store it directly in his mouth. Unfortunately, he was also a little too lazy to take the wrappers off first! Silly boy...his diapers should be fun the next few days!

Event 5: Church

Of course, we went to church...but only about half the ward was there. Which brings up a funny difference between Catholics and Mormons. Most Catholics, or at least the Catholics I know, only go to church two times a year...Christmas and Easter. Most Mormons I know, go to church every week EXCEPT Christmas and Easter. It kind of makes you go hmmmmmm. Deep thoughts...by Lindsay.

Event 6: Easter Dinner

After church, we went to my parents' house for dinner. Since we had already done the traditional ham and funeral potatoes last week, my dad made his famous stew...or as my dad calls it "sex in a bowl". This stuff truly ROCKS! We've always joked about my dad opening a restaurant called "Phil's Stew Pit & Cobbler Barn" (because he makes a mean peach cobbler too). The only two things on the menu...you guessed it...stew and cobbler (oh, and maybe a side of mac & cheese too).

So, that was our weekend. As you probably guessed, I slept like a log last night...and early this morning since I didn't wake up until 9:30! --Lindsay