I freakin' hate my hair!

Today was one of those days when one comes, once again, to the realization that their hair really sucks. Humidity has always destroyed my efforts in fixing my hair. The past few days have been considerably gross and humid. It brings back memories of high school. I'd fix my hair- take me 10 or 15 min then the walk from the car to the front door of the school would flatten my hair to look like a limp dish rag. So, today- and the past several days, I haven't even tried to make it look nice. I like to wear it longer, but in the humidity it does nothing! more nothing than when it's shorter. I have no natural curl, no thickness whatsoever and no texture- it sucks, my hair lays like a clump of dead feathers (as opposed to live feathers) around my face. The first day I fixed my hair in Utah when we were there a few weeks ago I was so excited that it actually stayed looking semi- fixed. I miss the awesomeness that is Wendy Frances in Utah- hard to find a good hair dresser.

Dog Attack

Today while Cagey was sleeping, Taylor decided she wanted to go for a ride on her bike and she wanted me to rollerblade with her. Well, Percy always knows when we're going for a walk and wants to go along- and he really does need the exercise. So, with the 85 degree weather and 1000% humidity welcoming us- we left and headed straight down our road towards all the new houses. Everything was great- we were having fun, tates was keeping up with me, and then we got to the end of the street ready to turn around. Out from behind one of the houses one of the biggest black dogs I've ever seen comes running out towards us. Percy immediately cowered back behind me and it was obvious the dog wanted to sniff him or check him out the way dogs do- or so I thought. I started stomping at him and yelling "go home" which generally scares dog enough that they get back and you have time to retreat to a safer distance. Oh not so with this one- he got right over Percy sniffed him for a split second and then CHOMPED his back and started SHAKING him around like a ragdoll. Percy was screaming and I started yelling as loud as I could at the dog and stomping my foot to startle him. I was on my stupid rollerblades so I couldn't kick him and I was really scared stiff because I'd never seen a dog do this to another dog. It was one of the most horrifying scenes, I felt so helpless and scared- Taylor was screaming and I was trying to keep her back- I wanted to save my dog, but I didn't want him to turn on Taylor or me. I kept looking around and screaming for what seemed like several minutes while he shook Percy- thinking someone will hear me scream and come get their dog off of my dog! Oh no, nobody ever came. No one came out of their house- nobody! He finally dropped Percy and then got more interested in smelling the pee and poop that percy had released then anything else. So I scooped up Percy, who had a huge slobber mark on his back, and hugged him into my shirt and yelled to Tates to back off slowly. We backed off looking at the dog until he walked some distance away from us, and then we just turned and bolted for home. I kept looking over my shoulder hoping he wasn't following us. I was shaking and completely horrified at what I had just witnessed. I was just hoping Percy wouldn't be bitten into.

We got home and I went in and immediately yelled for Jeebs to help me check Percy out. Luckily, he didn't have any puncture wounds. He was just really scared. After thoroughly checking him out, Jeebs went down the road to see if he could find the dog and find the owner. The dog had a purple collar on so I know he belonged to someone. He didn't see the dog or anything else. So frustrating!! I put Percy down and he went over and hid under the end table in our living room, scared to death. I felt so horrible. I sat by him and the smell of the a$$ slobber from the dog was about to knock me down so I gave him a gentle warm bath to clean him up. He didn't even fight it. I was afraid he might have internal injuries or something, but after about an hour he was back to his old self. He's back to barking and chasing the kids. I know he's annoying, but he definitely didn't deserve to be attacked. I feel so sorry for him and the memory of him being shaken and screaming like he was will haunt me for a long while to come!

Why?

Why is it when you're waiting on something life slows down? Generally speaking, my life flies by and gets faster every year I get older. I still can't believe I've graduated High School and it's really unbelievable that I graduated from college. Now, here I am living in a place I had never heard of until about 4 weeks before moving here and we're stuck waiting on yet another job offer. I'm not real hopeful it'll be a great offer, but it's something to wait for. It was supposed to come yesterday but didn't, shocker, and so thinking maybe today- yeah, not today either. It seems like Tuesday and Wednesday would never end.

So, yesterday after dinner to tire the kids out and have a little fun we took them to the park. Jeebs got a few cute pics of the ever present death slide. Seriously, death slide, I went down it at terminal velocity and jammed my tailbone at the bottom, good times. Cagey looks like he is training for the luge. luge?

Invitations

This is for my sister-in-law who helped me design and carry out the envelopes for my invitations. These are invitations for Wendy's baby shower when she feels better to have a shower. The theme will either be lollipops and lace or just sweet treats- hence the lollipop on the front.

And this is just a cute pic tater's caught of cagey while she was working on one of her school projects. Homeschool projects, that is.

My old classmate won an Olympic Gold...

Tonight I watched my old classmate from BYU win an Olympic gold medal. Ryan Mylar, #9, plays on the Olympic men's volleyball team. He was in one of my sociology classes and we did a group project together- It's pretty cool watching somebody you know from school win an Olympic gold medal. That was my senior year- so I guess that was 2002? then he was playing professional volleyball in Italy- or so he said. And just because I don't have much else to say on that subject- Cosmo, the BYU mascott, or the guy that is in the Cosmo suit- was also in that class. He was super nice and cute. And, oddly enough, his sister was friends with my sister somehow- small world.

My other claim to fame- and if my sister were still alive she would be rolling her eyes at me for writing about this because I brought it up every day of my freshman year- My first year at BYU in my Calculus class there was the main girl from the movie Rigolleto (sp?). Which really wasn't a huge deal because it was just one of those feature family films that nobody's ever heard of and also it was a really large class- But, everyday I would drive my sister nuts talking about the Rigelleto gert in my class hehehehe- good times, good times.

I guess this post wouldn't be complete if I didn't mention the fact that my sister worked with Ken Jennings- the famous Jeopardy guy- you may have read my post about this on my vblog. But, if you haven't- now you know. He really was a cool guy- even though he did pick on me and call the African people my people hehehe:) Man, I guess I did have a good time at BYU, even though I didn't get any dates (that was for you Elizabeth).

Stuff

Here are the things I've been working on for our teacher training meeting. It has a whole grow a testimony in their hearts theme- there are 20 little watering cans. 3 cookies per can- 60 cookies with coordinating jelly bean colors in the bottom.

Jeebs' weekend consisted of a boy scout campout complete with some manly shooting in the evening and a yacht ride this morning and afternoon. Being a very motion sicknessy person- oh yeah he barfed. hehehe

This is a cute pic of the yacht driver- Brother something- he volunteered the use of his boat.
And this one is for Melissa, she's out of town so I thought she'd enjoy this pic of her husband! :)

Sharing Time

I am trying to prepare my sharing time for Sunday and I have a serious mental block. I know I want the kids to prepare an FHE of their own, but I'm not quite sure how to do it. There needs to be a lesson and an activity- but how do I do it where they come up with it? Think Think Think. Maybe a series of questions? HMMMMmmmm What to do, what to do...

My head is about to explode trying to think of all the things I need to get done tomorrow and Sunday. I've just got to relax- I'm good enough, I'm smart enough and gosh darn it people like me - ha!! Any and all suggestions are welcomed. BTW has anybody read the 4th Twilight book yet- just want to know what everybody thought.