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Rhen eating his "Yucky Arms" (lucky charms).

One of a Kind

Ever since I met Stacie 18 years ago she has had an unusual quirk. Whenever we get pizza she will peel off the cheese and toppings and just eat the crust with a little sauce on top. So it's technically not a pizza anymore. More like slightly sauced flat bread. Now you'd think this would be advantageous for me because i could get whatever pizza I want since she'll only eat the crust anyway. Nope, if she is going to remove the cheese and toppings, the pizza really should be just ham with fresh tomatoes - apparently it just tastes better that way (after you take everything off). This never bothered me, it's just one of those quirks that makes her who she is and I love her for it. Luckily for me, pizza with ham and fresh tomatoes is my favorite.

The other day we took the family to dinner at the pizza place where Stacie and I met a long time ago. Half way through the meal I looked around the table and Stacie, Addie, Chloe and Elsie all had a pile of cheese and ham on their plates. They were just finishing up their crust. Ironically, Rhen would love to eat their cheese and ham, but he is Lactose intolerant. We were going to get him a sweater vest and pocket protector to wear with that condition, but we decided that's stereotype-ism and we won't be a part of that system.


This story reminds me of the time we went to dinner with the Cochran's in St George and Stacie ordered a Quesadilla without the cheese. The waitress was completely confused and said, "So you just want a tortilla?" We all had a good laugh about that one. I think she ended up with just, like a salad.

There's just no one quite like Stacie. Love ya Stac, I'm not even kidding.

boy how time flies

My older girls 5 years ago still have the same attitude as in this first picture. Addie wanting to do whats right and follow orders, chloe off in whateverland :) and Elsie not wanting to hold still. Although I miss these days, I have fun watching them getting older. I have to laugh, though, because they still exibit these same traits today.
They are off to Camp Hobe for this whole week! Camp Hobe, a camp for cancer patients and their siblings is a great place to bond with those who have gone through similar obsticles and have some needed fun. It is quiet around our house, we don't even get to call them to see how things are but I am sure they are having fun and meeting new friends. We pick them up on friday, it weird to just have two little ones in the house. We miss them!

whip it good

After a crazy disaster with my fourwheeler, my massive bruise on my leg is finally turing a light yellow apple color, I can finally put my leg in a pair of paints without lifting it with my hand or contorting my face, but my whip lash will not go away. Today my head fills like it is 10 pounds (as most days). I must of hit it pretty good (thank goodness for the helmet I almost wasn't going to wear). It is hard to feel that way and still go about life. I am not one to take medication for things so maybe it my own fault, but I do hope it goes away.
What has kept my mind off my neck, and has gotten me to keep up on all the chores around house without it being soooo boring is audio books on my ipod. I pop those earphones in my ears and can handle the chores of the day. I even find myself doing other things I wouldn't normally do everyday so I can listen to a book :). Now if itunes would only rent out the books.

The Weekend

We had an opportunity to spend a little time in WY with family to frame up a redwood greenhouse for the folks. It was cold and a little rainy, but you can't beat the fresh air or the views. This is what we ended up with at the end of the day.

We took a little ride up to Cottonwood Lake and considered the rope swing, but spent too much time using winches and snatch blocks to pull my 4wheeler out of the deep snow i got it buried in. I was really stuck. Everyone gave me a hard time about it, but I contest it was the price I paid by blazing a trail for the rest of them to get through. And it was pretty funny hearing Stacie refer to the winch as a wench. Two very different things - one gets you into serious trouble, the other gets you out.

On the way home Stacie got a little too agressive and went over the handlebars while blasting through some snow. I think Rhen gets his dare devil-ness from her. She's a bit sore now, but very pleased she wore a helmet purchased at Pure Offroad otherwise it would have been much more painful for all of us 'cause we can't live without her.