make glemonade

First of all, are you wondering if someone has been spamming our blog somehow? The answer is no. A lot of the stuff Eric wants to put logos on has to have a url address (I don't know if that is the correct lingo) instead of just physically uploading a picture, so we have been using the blog to create links in order to upload photos. Lame. I know. I guess that means I am assuming you all stand captivated, awaiting the next brilliant post and that we are disappointing you each time there is a rustle of movement on the blog. I guess. But I know I love when you all post something fresh, so I am going to stop punking you and start writing. I have been thinking a lot lately about things. Bah ha. What else would I be doing? What else would you be doing? The weather is finally getting nice. The mountains are greening, the sky is blueing, the birds are crapping all over my jeep. I went to drive to work today and they crapped all over the driver's seat. That's it. Not the hood, or t...

I opened a shoe box of mine last night and perused the contents. Birthday cards, letters, notes. I read them randomly (and purged a few from ex-boyfriends without reading haha) and turned to ask Eric, "when did people stop writing hand written notes?! when did everybody stop doing nice things for each other?". My conclusion was about 2005. I had notes saved up through my sophomore year of college. I think a large part of it is facebook. Instead of sending my sisters a funny news clipping or a letter full of movie quotes, I simply post on their walls. And I don't think this is an awful thing. I just noticed, that's all. I have often thought that people don't do nice things for each other as much as they used to, but as I sat and thought last night and today I realized that it's not other people not doing this anymore... It's me. How long has it been since I wrote someone a note just to compliment something I admire in them? I had a bad day a couple weeks ag...

Do you ever just connect with a song? You know, feel like whoa. This song was totally prophetic for my life. I have a song like that. It goes like this: (weiner weiner weiner weiner weiner weiner weiner weiner) I know a weiner manHe owns a weiner standHe sells most everything from hotdogs on down (Hey!) Someday I'll be his bride I'll be right by his side Oh, how I love that weiner man! (mormon mormon mormon mormon mormon mormon mormon mormon) I know a Mormon Boy He is my pride and joy He know most everything from Alma on down (HEY!) Someday I'll be his wife We'll have eternal life Oh, How I love that Mormon Boy!

If you haven't looked at KSL , NBCsports , Seth Davis' tweets , ESPN blogs, or various other sources this week then you missed what's been going on in our life. This week a girl named Michelle wrote in to the Daily Universe condemning those of us that are in love with BYU basketball and the glorious Jimmer Fredette ("Cut it out with the Jimmer worship. Last time I checked, idol worship was very much frowned upon in the scriptures"). Ba ha ha ha! We read this article and were so amused we decided to go look her up on facebook. When I looked her status had 13 comments about Jimmer--- but by the next morning it had hundreds of comments. Eric decided to make a video response to invite Michelle to the remainder of the home games for BYU. Jeff recorded, Eric begged, and the video exploded along with the rest of the Michelle got Jimmered fiasco. In the first 24 hours, Eric's youtube had roughly 25,000 hits. Yeah, not 2,500, 25,000. We just died laughing. Funniest ...