Winter Scout Camp

Here are Will and Dallin at the Klondike Derby at Jordanelle Reservoir. As you can see it is not waterskiing weather, but they had a good time. Dal and the scouts built the sled and raced it around learning safety and survival techniques. Camping in the snow - ya gotta love it!

Let me explain...

You see, I'm usually pretty good at making jammies for my kids. I've been making them for years, but as you can see this Christmas was not quite up to par. Poor Dallin, as you can tell by the picture above got the short end of the stick and was not happy about it. He "posed" for this picture under duress. When he tried his on pair, they were absolutely the smallest pants ever! We tried so hard to get a picture before he took them off but we were laughing so hard we couldn't get one in time. We did however get one of Evan wearing the pants and as you can see the waist is about the same as the legs. Needless to say, I owe Dallin a better pair of jammies, which he just reminded me of. Unfortunately his next gift was totally cute football gloves and a hat, however mom strikes again and make Dallin two right hands. Okay, the lesson here is either store bought jammies next year or try them on someone before the big day!!

I'm a BLOGGER!

Since I am always the one to take pictures, then the only ones of me, ususally have someone else in them. Of course, I don't mind having a pictures with my sweetie at our 40th Birthday Party. I wasn't sure what we were holding, the thumbnail was too small to see when I was browsing, so at least I'm glad it is not the picture with the...hmmm, other items. Anyway, I am finally a blogger. Taylor was kind enough to fill in for me with her posts from last summer. Her memorial for the Josh Groban concert and then our wild times at Lagoon. But I figured, new year, new you....or some other sort of new years jargon, and I am now a blogger. I will accept full responsibility for spelling, pictures and goofy stories. So when you see that I haven't updated my blog in 3 months, you will know just who to blame. I've picked some of my favorite songs to entertain you while you are browsing through my blog and hopefully some good pictures. Feel free to check out the day in history below...I can't help it I graduated with a degree in History. Sad really, no one will play trivial pursuit with me - I lost William to the game early on, just after he lost me to Monopoly. We agreed to not play those two games and remain married and happy for a long long time. Anyway, Enjoy------- and thanks Tamara~

New Family Pet

So this is our new family pet. If you know anything about us Thomas' we are not animal people. Even though I grew up with dogs and cats...okay big dogs, not chihuahua's and a couple of cats that did not meet with a good fate. Spooky, named because he/she was black was kind of the alley cat that was not allowed into the house. It was my job to climbed the gigantic built in barbeque and put the food on the top shelf ( I wonder if I still have a picture of it - it was HUGE!) Anyway, Spooky got "beaten" up pretty bad in a cat fight. We lived in a pretty good neighborhood but as a I said, Spooky was an alley cat and I guess you can always find "bad cats" even in a good neighborhood. Our other cat, Patches, was a stupid cat that always left her tongue hanging out of her mouth. However the main reason of the cat story is to tell that Patches was also dumb enough to climb into our dryer......and yes, this does not end well. Picture a late Saturday afternoon in Los Angeles. It is the early 80's and Dick and Shirley are heading out for the evening and Melanie is home watching movies and her younger brother. Well, for Dick and Shirley to make a clean get away, they have to sneak out the back door, which can be blocked by an open dryer door. So, Shirley opens the dryer to retrieve a classic pair of tan cord's for Dick and leaves the door open. Once they are ready to leave, probably 5-10 minutes later, Dick and Shirley walk towards the back door, shut the dryer, turn it back on, and leave out the back door for their "getaway." Now, I am of course happy for some "movie" time and proceed to watch something on the TV. I begin to notice a tumping noise but try to ignore it as much as I can. However, it persists! My movie and the dryer finally end about 45 minutes later and I no longer hear the thumping, now I hear a faint meowing. I finally decide I better see what is going on when I realize that the meowing is coming from the dryer. I realize that this is not going to be a good sight, so I quickly call Vicki Barfield, our neighbor across the street and explain what I think has happened. Before Vicki gets to our house, I open the dryer and a very dizzy Patches somewhat crawls out. I am freaked out and do not want to touch her. She makes her way out of the dryer and about 10 feet into the kitchen, kind of twisting and crawling - and suddenly dies with paws outstretched. She is now buried in the Brown Cemetary with all the other animals that I grew up with.

Now, why do I tell you all this---my point is that I loved dogs, not cats too much, growing up but I was overruled by the Thomas tradition of not having pets. And so my daughters only choice is to have this musical Chihuahua that sings "Mamacita, donde esta Santa Claus..." So if you want to see this in person, stop by and our family will perform for you!