I'm a bad blogger, I know. Life just passes and things sometimes don't feel very "blog-worthy". Yet as I read anything on the internet I wonder if really much is "internet worthy" at all (Angelina Jolie through the years, really MSN, is that the best you've got for us?). Sigh...The last month or so has been busy and full of big events. I have another niece, the ninth child my siblings have provided, a new little girl named Alexis. She's freaking adorable, although I know I am completely biased. Here she is in the arms of her also freakishly cute older sister, Amanda.
I found a new band and a new genre of music that I am finding myself addicted too. I went to concert with a good friend a few weeks ago, a band I didn't know much about, but thought, what the hell, live music is usually fun. I was in for one of the best live shows I've ever seen. Picture a bible belt revival set in a little country bar with lots of gothic sounding banjo and steel guitar and lyrics that are mixed with gospel songs I used to sing at age 14 at my Mormon girls camp and lines about how Satan has a hold and we are all sliding down to hell. Incredible, really. I need more, and my Amazon account is providing me my fixes.
Ahh the river! The Weber river! I love and hate ya sometimes. We've floated this beast twice now this summer, once was wonderfully successful and we found that my little 8 pound mutt is not only a fantastic long distance runner but is also a boat dog. That's right, in one weekend little Harvey went Kayaking and fishing and rafted the Weber river. Hell ya, who said little dogs are pussies?
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The second river trip of the summer was rough, the Mormon's might be right, Satan might have total control of the water on Sunday's, or the inflation of rafts, who knows, but that trip kicked our asses. Luckily it ended well and we were able to show 2 little kiddies the best time of their lives. Even with the cuts, scrapes, bruises, sunburns and lost articles, the trip was a success.
I found a new band and a new genre of music that I am finding myself addicted too. I went to concert with a good friend a few weeks ago, a band I didn't know much about, but thought, what the hell, live music is usually fun. I was in for one of the best live shows I've ever seen. Picture a bible belt revival set in a little country bar with lots of gothic sounding banjo and steel guitar and lyrics that are mixed with gospel songs I used to sing at age 14 at my Mormon girls camp and lines about how Satan has a hold and we are all sliding down to hell. Incredible, really. I need more, and my Amazon account is providing me my fixes.
Ahh the river! The Weber river! I love and hate ya sometimes. We've floated this beast twice now this summer, once was wonderfully successful and we found that my little 8 pound mutt is not only a fantastic long distance runner but is also a boat dog. That's right, in one weekend little Harvey went Kayaking and fishing and rafted the Weber river. Hell ya, who said little dogs are pussies? The second river trip of the summer was rough, the Mormon's might be right, Satan might have total control of the water on Sunday's, or the inflation of rafts, who knows, but that trip kicked our asses. Luckily it ended well and we were able to show 2 little kiddies the best time of their lives. Even with the cuts, scrapes, bruises, sunburns and lost articles, the trip was a success. And yes, I got me a boomstick. My very own. Boom! Happy summer.
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