Thursday, August 30, 2012

My Disaster Date

You would think that since I've been married for so long, I wouldn't have any new disaster date stories. Well, thanks to last Friday, I've got another one to add to the books.

My husband has been dying to go out on the Great Salt Lake and rent a paddle board. It's kind of like riding a surfboard without any surf--that's why you need the paddle. I thought it sounded like fun. Why I thought it sounded like fun I don't know. Anyone who has experienced the Great Salt Lake knows that it's kind of a gross place to be. It smells like rotting flesh and there tend to be a lot of bugs along the shore.

When we got to the marina, it didn't smell too bad. The college kid who rented out the paddle boards informed us that it was too windy for paddle boards, so we rented a kayak instead. He took us down to the shore, where he washed the bugs off of our kayak before we took it out. That should have been our first clue. "The bugs are really bad right now," he said, "but once you get out a little ways, there aren't any more bugs."

We hopped on board the kayak and paddled, our only goal being to get past the little flies that were everywhere. We could see some red buoys that were really far out, and we set a goal to get out past them. As we approached the buoys, I saw they were covered with little flies. My husband splashed at the buoy with his paddle, thinking he could kill some of the flies. Instead, they all flew right onto me. "Stop," I shouted, then I choked because those flies were inside my mouth and heading down my throat.

"Put your arms in the water to get the flies off," my husband suggested.

The salt water on my arms was like an adhesive. The flies stuck to it. "Maybe if we go out a little further."

The further out we went, the worse the flies got. Eventually, we turned around and headed back to shore, where there were fewer flies. Yep, that was our date. It cost all of $8 because we only stayed out for a half-hour.

Tuesday, August 21, 2012

My Art Collection

This picture fell down the stairs this morning. It's exactly what it looks like, a drawing of our house.

Last week, I finished painting my living room. It's one of those rooms that never ends. It blends into the entryway, the upstairs hallway, and the downstairs hallway.  One wall is really tall, so I've avoided painting it since we moved in seventeen years ago. Now it's done, and I'm hanging pictures. I wanted to share some of my kids' art I've framed recently. We have other art in our house, but these are the only original pieces we own.


Preschool dinosaurs in the kitchen.
It's sometimes hard to find frames to fit the art work. With my dinosaur pictures, I used some old frames I had around the house and painted them to match. It I were more OCD, these would probably drive me crazy because the placement isn't exactly perfect. Oh well. They make us happy.

Eighth Grade watercolor tree in the hallway
My oldest son is really talented in art. I like to keep a lot of his work, even the bloody swords and scorpions. This tree picture isn't his best work, but it's peaceful. It's in a frame designed for a scrapbook page. I put it on top of a piece of scrapbooking paper so it looks like it has a mat.

Preschool Fish in the bathroom
My latest discovery is 3M Command picture hanging strips. They keep the pictures in place, so I don't have to straighten them all the time.

Wednesday, August 15, 2012

Summer with the Boys

I woke up to find my boys rappelling out their bedroom window. That's how I know it's the end of summer. Things are getting a little crazy around here. Everything in the house that used to be "butter flavored" has now become "butt flavored." For example, I am the proud owner of a box of butt-flavored grits. I really need to hide the Sharpie. I guess I should look at the bright side because there's one box of cereal in the cupboard that they still haven't devoured.
This is my son rappelling at camp.
At the beginning of the summer, I had an organized list of all the things I was going to accomplish. I got it about half-way done, which means I am only about half-way through potty training. Preschool starts on Monday. I'm crossing my fingers. We have also done a bunch of scout stuff. Last night, I slept out in a tent in the backyard to help my 10 year old complete the camping requirement for his Webelos badge. Has anyone else noticed that the crickets this year are really loud?  Now all I have to do is cram in ten more hours of driving with my 15-year-old.

It's been a fun summer. I'm not looking forward to the start of school. How about you?