happy turkey time

The schedule:

1:00pm We are having my whole family over this year for thanksgiving. The grandmas, the grandpas, the aunts and uncles and cousins and such. Eat some turkey, have some pie, rub our bellies and clean up.

6:00pm We start all over. We then are having Ryan's whole family over for thanksgiving dinner part 2. The grandmas, the grandpas, the aunts and uncles and cousins and maybe even a dog or two.

I think I am insane, but excited. Maybe I should just be afraid. It's going to be one crazy day. Happy Thanksgiving everybody!

mighty mike

Tomorrow my brother-in-law takes on his first go with chemo. Last week, we were literally floored, to discover that Mike was diagnosed with Non-Hodgkin's lymphoma. Without getting too personal, even though I'm pretty sure only my mom reads my blog, I just wanted to post that I am praying my heart out for you tomorrow and for the months to come Mike. That all our thoughts are for you, Shelby and cute Tanner tomorrow. We love you.

For anyone else reading this - maybe sneak Mike into a pray or two of yours tomorrow for me if you don't mind. We know Mike is mighty and strong, but I don't think it would hurt to have a little extra help on the side.

Now go dominate Mike.

it's just what gets me through

Ryan is off tomorrow on tour with Sarah Sample and Paul Jacobsen. It is only a week - but it still makes me homesick for him. My only solution for my lonely heart, is to make myself some really good mix tapes to drive along to, to make dinner to, and to work the late empty nights with. I have some newly acquired Greg Laswell covers I am digging, along with some Scott Orr and Sarah Lov. But Ryan's newest recommendation, Hello Kavita, is what I'm really loving. Where would I be without good music. Sad and missing my Ryan I suppose. I hope the Great SRP November tour of 2009 is adventurous.

Hurry home.

yellow tree, let's be friends

Oh, how much I adore fall.

H1N1

I feel so weird about this whole H1N1 thing. I was in line today at the Walgreens to get a vaccination and after I received my golden ticket, this cute little 66 year old lady behind me, fitting the requirements to allow her the vaccine, was turned away because she was one year over the cut off date. I get it - there is a shortage, and they have to set up guidelines to distribute it out or it would be all chaos, but it still leaves me feeling weird. I feel weird that I can get it, but my parents can't - like I can board the life boat, but I have to sit and watch everyone else while the water comes in.

Okay - a little dramatic, I know. It just feels wrong. I wanted to give up my vaccine to this lady, but they said she couldn't have it either way. I don't like how it made me feel to watch her walk away so sad. I don't like the idea of me somehow being more important then her.

can I see some ID?

Tonight a door to door sales person came to our house tonight and asked, "Hello, are your parent's home." I tried hard not to laugh, politely said they weren't and said good evening. That was an easy way of getting out of a long drawn out scheme to get me to buy a 2 years subscription to a magazine I didn't want or 20 gallons of nuclear carpet cleaner.

A few weeks prior to this, when getting my flu shot, I was informed I would need a parent's signature (the nurse assuming I was not 18). I figured if I have given birth to 2 kids, hold a mortgage, and pay the bills - I should be allowed to get a vaccine without my mommies permission.

But now I am starting to wonder a little, while I may have a young face, maybe I don't dress my age. Do I look like I am underage because I dress that way? I might have to do a serious wardrobe evaluation this weekend.

free mondays

The boys and I hit up the free monday at the Museum of Natural History today down by the U of U. It happens on the first monday of the month and I love to go spend an hour digging for dinosaur bones, exploring the bug exhibits (they have the most disgusting new spider from Florida right now - scary enough to make me never want to visit the warm state ever again) and not having to pay a dime for it.

They had a new exhibit on minerals and rocks that Jack loved. Cash was terrified of the dinosaur bones, and we managed to make it out of the gift shop with two 94 cent dinosaurs and no tears.