For you mom

My mom asked for pictures and since I know she likes this kind of stuff I thought why not? Besides, it isn't as bad as I made it sound last night right? I was worried about wearing shorts/skirts for fear of scaring small children and grossing people out with my infested leg. But yesterday out and about town I actually saw a couple other people with it worse than mine. Just looks like bad mosquito bites huh? Only downside, they aren't. And they are supposed to be all mine for another six to eight weeks. Bugger. In the true since of the word.

Roasting

It has been a great, extremely hot week. Super busy at work once again putting together a room for one of the funniest clients I have worked with. She spent most of the afternoon sitting on her bed keeping us entertained as I drilled bunches of holes in the wall, (one of my favorite thing about decorating) My day was happy, but long and hot. I forgot I'd told Amy that I would talk to her scouts about being an artist. So covered in plaster dust I headed to her house after work to talk about the color wheel and what I like about being an artist. I realized talking to these cute boys about art and using it in my every day life that I am one of the lucky ones who can wake up in the morning and be excited about my work.

For lunch today I tried out a new juice place hoping it would come close to Jamba and while it was good, it didn't quite do it for me. Tho it did remind me of this cool place in Japan that I loved so much I took a picture of it. Ever had a bubble tea? That is more like what this new place is. Very asian.
This is Kaden, Amy's boy. We hung out last week while his parents went to the temple. He sat down here and patted the chair next to him and asked me ever so politely to come sit with him to watch Thomas. He is a fun little guy. We kept each other entertained for hours. Today while I was there he made my day by hanging around talking to me and blowing me air kisses and asking when we could play again.

I know you have all been dying for an update on the mutts. I still email Max's mom pretty

regularly and while I'm sure Max would be embarrassed by this not so flattering photo (his head looks weird to me) I love that he is playing nicely with Fenway, his new brother, and not being a grumpy toy hog like he was with Gibson.

This photo is from a few years back at Lake Powell. It was hanging around in my photo file and as I searched for pics I thought this one would do good for "where I wish I was" instead of boiling in the mid summer heat of the desert.

As Frybaby mentioned on her blog, our lake is infected by a parasite. While there this past weekend the ranger reassured me that the chance of catching the bug was slim to none (like 1 out of 6 people actually) so I got in the water only for a second to get into the boat hoping against hope I wouldn't catch it. Sure enough, as my luck would go, I woke up the next day with a purple rash up one leg that looks a lot like chicken pocks. SICK!

Observation Point

Michele's family got a week long pass for the park while they were here and left it for me in case I could use it before it expired.

Of course I could use it! My original plan was to go up early Saturday morning and go hiking but Friday afternoon as I drove home from work in 109 degree smoldering conditions I thought about how nice it would be to already be in Zion hanging around the river or something equally refreshing. The idea stuck so when I got home I threw my tent, sleeping bag, and a cooler full of random food into my car and off I went.

The camp ground was full but I chatted with the camp host about a site I had seen that appeared to be empty. He checked his book and had down that there had been someone there with a tent but he was sure they had left since no one packs up an entire site just to go hiking or something. So we agreed I should take the chance and I set up camp, then caught the shuttle and hiked the first part of The Narrows, enjoying the way cooler air in the canyon.

When I got back to my site I could see a second tent set up as I approached so I was crossing my fingers that they were cool with sharing their site with me. They were. I split the cost with them and all was well.

I only slept about an hour when the wind kicked up and made my tent impossible to sleep in. Way too noisy! So I stayed up reading and listening to music. I watched the stars for a long time too trying to get tired but it just wasn't going to happen. I played solitaire on my IPod for a really long time too, and never won once. Pathetic right? I'm glad I stayed up though, it was a fun night I'll always remember.

As the sky started to lighten I decided to pack up and be on the first shuttle up the canyon. The shuttle was standing room only but only 5 people got off on the Weeping Rock stop and the other 4 took the East Rim trail so I had the trail to myself. IT WAS AWESOME! I watched the sun come up and sang along with my music probably scaring the lizards to death. I didn't see another soul until I was nearly halfway back down the trail. I couldn't have possibly enjoyed myself more.




Birds eye view of the canyon. Angels Landing, 'The Hike' everyone loves in Zion, is the first monolith on the right hand side.

Observation Point is a climb of about 2100 feet in an 8 mile round trip. Supposed to take five hours but why take five when you can do it in three? I wasn't rushing or anything, I can't help it if I act like a goat on amphetamines when faced with a hike. I just get too excited about getting to the top!

Happy Birthday 형제

Ben's birthday has come and gone for him but we're so behind we can keep on celebrating for him while he sleeps.

As I searched for a couple of pictures of Ben this morning I ended up spending a bunch of this morning thinking back on all the memories that come with the pictures.

I was so excited when Ben got married (after I cried for a couple of days because I knew he'd never be moving home again. But it didn't take long before I realized the much coveted basement room could finally be mine now!) When we met Kwona I knew my big brother had found a gem. And leave it to Ben to have an awesome foreign wedding. Weird food, mom and I got beautiful, traditional hambok's (dresses) as a gift from her family and we even got to go on his honeymoon with him. Poor, poor Ben!




Ben was my idol growing up. I wanted to be wherever he was, and be just like him. I have vivid memories of sitting outside his bedroom door knocking every few minutes to be let in. Annoying little sister!! I would sneak in there whenever possible and look at his stuff and think how when I was his age I hoped I was as cool as him.
He had a string of motorcycles and I was always begging for a ride. Being the nice guy he is, he'd take me for rides all the time. My favorites were at the cabin. To this day the smell of scrub oak reminds me of rides with Ben. He'd scare me so bad when he would yell HOLD ON right before shooting up a mountain side, or down a super steep bank at the lake. (JK Dad) Kinda. ;)

Mom, Dad and I went out to see Ben and company in Virginia at Fort Lee before they moved to Korea the first time.
It was an eye opening trip for me. Not that I didn't love my family before this trip, I just didn't have my priorities straight and I realized this while there. I couldn't stand the thought of not seeing them for a year while they were away (Now a year sounds like nothing!)
When I told Ben and Kwona I'd love to come stay if it was ok they could not have made me feel more welcome and found me a job pronto before I could think twice about following though with it. Turns out this extended trip would become the turning point in my life and I'll forever be grateful to Ben and Kwona for opening their home to me and being such wonderful examples of how true love should be and for all the late night adventures and all the laughter. My stay with them is easily a landmark in my search for happiness and it wasn't really a shock when I found that I had the answers all along. All it took was the love a big brother to say it how it is, and help me get my head on straight!


Ben has excellent taste. I can thank him for my love for things like Captain Crunch, Macaroni and Cheese (Ben's way) Kimchi! (oh wait, he hates the stuff) U2, Phil Collins, The Police, fast cars and motorcyles.

I love you Ben! Next year hopefully we'll be celebrating your birthday somewhere like... New Zealand? How does that sound Ben? (We're trying to come up with a good meeting place for the fam when the african freaks are on their way home, somewhere none of us have been so that should be easy.)
This was one long winded blog. I could go on for forever talking about my brother. Maybe now having a post devoted to him he'll leave a comment, or better yet, update his blog!! He's one of the silent bloggers, he says he checks in from time to time. There should be a rule Ben, if you stop by, leave a note!

Cruisin in my car

Nicholas Sparks can be depended upon to write up some serious tear jerking stories. There are some movies that make me cry no matter what and his book turned movie 'A Walk to Remember' is one of them.

So when Pinklove told me I'd cry my eyeballs out when I saw 'The Notebook' I kept waiting for the tears and when it didn't happen I was left wondering if I was cured of this embarrassing movie blunder. Not so, I was forced into watching Charley (one of the other movies) again, and I was seriously dehydrated afterwards. Get a grip! They aren't even good movies really!!!

*Spoiler Alert if you haven't seen The Notebook*
Am I the only one who thought both Allie and Noah died at the end? They looked dead. And I thought this is where I probably should have cried but I didn't quite buy the dying together thing.
So if you are into this kind of stuff, the Nicholas Sparks super sweet stories packing a punch, (I believe that is how one of his critics put it) you should put 'The Wedding' on your list of books to read. It is the next book after 'The Notebook' and I loved it. Noah is alive in this story, that is why I asked about the ending to the last movie. It is a really great love story and an eye opener to how easy it could be to wander through life with out actually living it and appreciating the people you love.



I've been working on my stinkin resume. What is it about a resume that makes me want to pull my hair out? But once I'm done with the dreadful thing I've been excited to find a job with it. If there was a professional job to be had involving long drives, I would take it. A Professional Cruiser. (Not a gopher, to much stop and go in a car, BUT on a bike I think that would be an ideal job too! And not a trucker, tho I used to say I was going to drive trucks when I grew up) Put me in the car with music and I could be happy for days. I can't remember when I took this picture, one of the trips up north I guess since I've had to come up with ways to entertain myself. (No one was harmed in the process and I did have both hands on the wheel... at least I wasn't talking on the phone too right?)
If gas weren't so insanely expensive I would probably drive to the 4th of July fun in Cali just for the excuse to spend excessive hours in my car.

cracks and flaws

An elderly Chinese woman had two large pots, each hung on the ends of a pole which she carried across her neck.

One of the pots had a crack in it while the other pot was perfect and always delivered a full portion of water. At the end of the long walks from the stream to the house, the cracked pot arrived only half full.

For a full two years this went on daily, with the woman bringing home only one and a half pots of water.

Of course , the perfect pot was proud of its accomplishments.

But the poor cracked pot was ashamed of its own imperfection, and miserable that it could only do half of what it had been made to do.

After two years of what appeared to be bitter failure, it spoke to the woman one day by the stream.

"I am ashamed of myself, because this crack in my side causes water to leak out all the way back to your house."

The old woman smiled, "Did you notice that there are flowers on your side of the path, but not on the other pot's side?"

"That's because I have always known about your flaw, so I planted flower seeds on your side of the path, and every day while we walk back, you water them."

"For two years I have been able to pick these beautiful flowers to decorate the table.

Without you being just the way you are, there would not be this beauty to grace the house."

Each of us has our own unique flaw. But it's the cracks and flaws we each have that make our lives together so very interesting and rewarding.

You've just got to take each person for what they are and look for the good in them.

I love you all my crackpot friends.

Big Rock Candy Mountain

What a fun weekend! The Smith and Tatton families get together every year for a fun trip and I was lucky enough to be invited this year as the honorary miscellaneous Rix.

After a beautiful drive thru one of my favorite areas in Utah (Circleville) and a smallish detour when I followed the directions on the website for BRCM to their other resort (oops) I got to the right resort in time to go on the river rafting excursion. We met up with our guides, Buckshot and Smoky, and I thought it was a good thing Tony was an experienced river runner because these two characters were anything but sober. I could smell the booze coming off Buckshot as we piled in to our boats and as ridiculous as this sounds, I just thought it would make the experience all the better!

We survived and it was a lot of fun too. Our inebriated guide only made it more exciting because in particularly hairy spots he'd let off a string of cusses that had me thinking we were for sure goners but he'd recover and things would go on as smoothly as ever. We were completely soaked since it was a constant water fight between the two boats the two hours it took us to get down the river. We didn't stand a chance against the boys, especially since Michele and I were in charge of the water guns for our boat and we were wedged in the middle not really able to use our arms at all.



When we got back to the cabin after the river run Coree was headed out on the ATV so I jumped on back for a quick little ride. We wandered around the river area then crossed the highway to check out a trail and 6 miles up the mountain we decided we'd had enough and the sun was going down so we came back to find out Tony was out looking for us and we'd completely missed dinner.

Sunday morning after breakfast we loaded up and headed towards Hurricane by way of Cedar Breaks. It was a beautiful detour. We stopped at the official lookout but didn't want to pay the price for the view so here is a pic of Michele and a couple of her boys in the parking lot.

I now have a house full of Smithees for the rest of the week and I'm loving the company. I've been having fun cooking and hanging with the fam. I should get used to the ways of a big family, I'll be moving in with this crazy bunch in the near future! It will be a major culture shock since I'm pretty keen on my loner ways!!

Freedom

That's right. Financial freedom. No, I didn't win large amounts of money, nothing that easy. But I did chop up all my credit cards to show myself I was committed to my new budget and not doing anything else with credit. I'd held on to all of them even tho all but a couple were closed accounts because they looked pretty lined up in my planner. I know, I'm kinda weird sometimes. But having all those slots and nothing to put in them seemed silly to me but I'll get over it.
So I mod podged them all together since I was still having a hard time parting with them after I'd cut them up. Odd lofey.


You have no idea how excited I was about the Utah Summer Games Opening Ceremonies last night. If I had to hear the ad one more time on the radio telling me how fun it would be I think I was going to go crazy.
I started calling my friends early this week to recruit some buddies to go with me and I was baffled that even the ones in town with nothing going on still didn't think it sounded like fun! I think I need new friends! Just kidding guys. But honestly, who wouldn't want to hang out in Cedar City on a beautiful summer night? I've been hearing the ads for a month now about the games and how at the opening ceremonies they would be trying to beat the genus world records for most people wearing balloon hats and also the worlds largest game of Simon Says. OK, so maybe that wouldn't get you there either but Ryan Shupe was performing and after seeing him perform last weekend I wanted to see them again since they pretty much rock!! AND fireworks! I LOVE fireworks, so I was sold and I was really sad when no one would go. I can do a lot of things alone and be happy doing it but going to a conert alone, well, then I think I'd just feel alone. So I gave up and I went shopping to dull the pain. Does this seem wrong after what I just said about financial freedom? I know, it was a true test in self discipline.
As I was leaving the store headed for home I heard the ad again, only this time a live remote saying if you aren't in Cedar you're a big fat loser and I took it personally. Oh yeah? Well then. So I tried Garrett, my buddy I've mentioned before a few months ago. Why didn't I call him first? I don't know, because he was all for it! We met up and I hopped in with him in his sweet loaner Thunderbird convertible and off we went. I caught him up on the dating adventures and such and had him laughing at my misadventures and he told me all the secret land deals going down around town. I was practically bouncing in my seat. Do I need to get out more? Probably.
I wasn't disappointed. The weather was perfect, the Flying Aces were there, a team of Olympic Skiers/Snowboarders doing amazing tricks on trampolines. All the utah mascots were throwing out free stuff (I got a cool pirates ball!) the Jazz Bear jumped out of a helicopter, the fireworks were awesome. They were shooting them off so close we were covered in ashes and I got hit in the eye by a big piece of cardboard falling from the sky. At least it wasn't flaming like the piece that hit a guy near by! Ryan Shupe did an amazing job even though most of the crowd took off and left us feeling like chaperons to the young crowd. I wanted to tell people to stick around because they didn't know what they were missing. I think they put on such a fun show and could not be more talented. G was totally embarrassed by me bc I was singing along and getting into it, I guess that isn't cool? What do I care?!

Ten Thousand Lakes

I've mentioned my friend Laurie a few times before. She's my mustang driving-mountain biking-beautiful banker to the stars-friend. She asked me to make her something to remind her of Carmel, where her and her awesome husband, Rick, just went on their honeymoon.

She wanted something modern with a gnarly, twisted tree they saw on a beach, but not just your typical seascape... I tried a bunch of different methods to accomplish this and I don't think this will be my last attempt, espeically since the canvas is limp.

Saturday was a highlight day of the year for me. One of my dearest friends Sarah went to the Temple as planned and I can't even tell you how happy I was to be there with her. Sarah is one of the people in my life who I can turn to and come away feeling truly blessed for having her as a friend. We once shared a bunk bed in the tiniest room ever with an even smaller closet and I don't think I could have lived thru something like that with anyone else but her! She is also an excellent example of determination and resistance and even tho we could not be more polar opposite on subjects such as camping, bugs and style we couldn't be more like sisters than if we actually were related.

It worked out perfectly that Ashton also went to the Temple for the first time on Saturday. He is such a cool guy! I think it was the first time I've seen him with out his IPod attached to him!

We went to lunch at Rodizzios after the session so Ashton could report back and let us all know how authentically Brazilian it really is. He said if this is really how the food is there he'll need bigger clothes. Tony said he'll remember that when his suits start to come up missing. Can't wait to hear him and Jason talk Portuguese in a couple of years. How is it that I have so many cool cousins??

Last but not least, a glimpse of The Really Cute One. I'm still not going to give you all the details of the fantastic weekend because I kinda like the guy and if he gets on here and reads all about it how will I ever live it down? ;)

Last thursday was "Take your date to work day" No really, it wasn't. I went with Bry to a shoot he had at a radio station in SLC. It was fun to see him do his thing. This pic turned out blurry because I was laughing but I liked because the radio people are goofing off. Shows how good Bry is at what he does because they aren't all scared stiff with fake grins plastered on their faces right? Right.

Opportunities multiply as they are seized.

How about some feedback? I have my application ready to go for ldsbc, all I need is the letter from the Bishop and my color board, which is easy because I have a bunch already done but I'll probably put another one together for fun. I'm not sure about the essay part. Brief and to the point seems good, but any suggestions would be nice. Don't hold back guys, I know I have some excellent students out there for a good critique.

One of the many things that I think sets me apart from other applicants is my age. I am 25 and have already had years of experience in Interior Decorating. I love the idea of being able to further my career with more specialized study.
When my friends and peers were all devoting themselves to getting their college degrees I was making excuses for myself for why I didn’t need a degree. I already had a good job doing what I loved as an interior decorator, and besides, I didn’t have the money, time or patience to finish college. I told myself many times that being educated wasn’t just about a degree. I study a lot on my own and for awhile I thought that would be good enough. My biggest obstacle was myself because I gave up before I ever really tried.
It has taken me a few years now to admit that I will always feel like I am selling myself short unless I go back to school and graduate. I not only want to finish the program, but excel in it. I’m not just going to college because it is what is expected of me. I want to learn and push myself to be a better professional and person. I am fully committed to being the best student I can be. Waiting until I felt a strong desire to be in school has only made me more excited to see where this decision will take me. A quote I live by: "Opportunities multiply as they are seized."
Thank you for your time and consideration.

since when have I had any sense or sensibility?

I have been catching up in the blogosphere tonight and found the fun quiz on Kickbuttmommy's site and was kind of surprised to be Elinor. I just watched the movie again with grandma yesterday so maybe that had something to do with the outcome? I thought I'd be more like her sister.

This is what it said:
You are Elinor Dashwood of Sense & Sensibility! You are practical, circumspect, and discreet. Though you are tremendously sensible and allow your head to rule, you have a deep, emotional side that few people often see.

How cool to be like Elinor! She was cracking me up last night watching her cry her eyeballs out when E.C. came and told her he wasn't actually married. Good movie. If you haven't seen this yet, you should be ashamed of yourself. JK. Grandma and I had a movie night watching this fun movie, then My Big Fat Greek Wedding and after Grandma had had enough I watched You, Me and Dupree. We had fun laughing together, its always a good time with Grandma. After dinner tonight before I drove home we played a quick tourney of Rummycube. She is one fast lady, but alas, not fast enough! Can't wait to see if Cali girls have game, are you practicing?

I would love to write more about my fabulous weekend tonight but it was too good to try and cram it all in when I'm trying to get off the computer by 10:30 and it is 10:17 right now. You'll just have to wait and hear about it because it is definitely worth hearing about!


One last bit of random news. My gardenia decided to bloom finally a few days ago and I could not be more thrilled. I think I sniffed all the smell out of it already! Something about the texture of these flowers makes me wish I was one of those anne geddes babies so I could wrap up in it and sleep.

Speaking of sleep....

Wheat Grass

I'm having something equivalent to writers block. Bloggers block? No sharable stories to relate and only a disfunctional printer to dish on from work. The thing seriously threatened to throw my life into a chaotic tailspin since I had a huge deadline for the engineer this morning. He emphasized the large sum of money in the fray if I didn't get our directives in on time. So it only makes since that when I only have 2 hours to receive a simple fax from the him in Ely, format and print everything, make it to Nevada, a 45 minute drive away; that is when the cartridges would mysteriously become empty for no good reason. Except to test my patience I guess. A quick half hour run across town and back with replacements, the silly things refused to go back into the machine like they should. I was telling myself that losing it would only complicate things so I remained cool as a cucumber. (ok, that is only true because my back up plan, Nick the genius neighbor, was on his way over to save the day when the silly things finally popped in like they should have in the first place. Glad I got it figured out before he got over here to make me look like a girl! Who designs these things anyway?)

I do love the trips to Mesquite for Rowdy because the gorge is like my own personal race track (syke, just for you daddio. For those of you who have never driven the gorge it's a really fun twisty part of interstate in AZ just outside Utah) But most of all Jamba Juice is there. I suppose that is of notable mention since I could happily live on juices and wheat grass and haven't yet discovered a place to get it here in St. George. But who really wants to read about what I had for lunch today?

So I'll be brief, kinda, with the blogging today. (I have been told to get on the ball and post something already!) So here it is. Cute frog picture compliments of Kickbuttmommy, it's a new species she tells me. Very cool.

Another trivia question to test you all. Tell me what is unique about this sentence:

(Hint: There is a specific name for it.)

The quick brown fox jumps over a lazy dog.

Pinklove, Jack and motorcycle adventures

You guys make blogn rock! I would not even think about writing my life adventures online if I didn't look forward to your comments so much.

This little fur balls name is Jack. She maybe weighs a pound, but barely. She is my friends newest pet, they are collecting these little guys.

The real fun this weekend started Saturday when Pinklove came to town to play. I love this girl. She will be going through the Bountiful Temple this weekend and I could not be prouder of her for the choices she has made to get to this point in her life. We went rollerblading for as long as her recovering blisters would allow, then we went and floated around in her grandmas pool. She seems to think my dream to compete in a triathlon is short lived after seeing what I call 'swimming' ... dangit.

So even if she laughs at my silly ways and thinks that sometimes I have gone off my rocker when it comes to my sense of style she keeps me straight and had some very good feedback on my attempts to break out of my easy going desert living life.
She took this picture of me and said it was the perfect 'Jenna look' What? I always look like a goofball? Great. I think she is wrong, I don't always grin like that when rollerblading, that would be a little weird right?

I also went on a 'date' tonight. One of the funnest dates I've ever been on to be honest. It wasn't your conventional date, a pretend date is what it was called. The really cute one came up with the idea. It started with something like if you were here tonight we would go on a motorcycle ride, next thing we are going out for shakes and ended up in Bear Lake for the raspberries, then one thing leads to another and we are off in Australia going to the Opera, fighting bad guys, gardening, even a monkey butler is involved. It goes down in my top favorite dates, pretend or otherwise.

Change of rate

I just got off the phone with the missionaries in the bush and had so much fun catching up with them.

They had asked me to send some penny stamps to them a couple weeks ago due to the rate increase (silly rate increase!) so I went and got them a bunch, slapped a stamp on the letter and tossed it in the mail. It came back..because I hadn't put a penny stamp on it. Now that's ironic.

So now, thanks to my folks feeling the need to share one of my many jennaisms, their office got a good laugh about my lapse in lucid thought. Anything to entertain the missionaries.

I took some pictures of Traditions yesterday because I have a sneaking feeling I won't be there much longer. Due to a new owner of our building and insane rate increases (again, silly rate increases!) most of my neighbors are leaving as well. That is a good shove in the right direction for me because it's easy to be complacent when my life is comfortable.
I'm feeling restless again and I don't want to ignore it this time around. I couldn't sleep last night because I couldn't turn my brain off wondering for the hundredth time if I'm not meeting my potential. I want to do something challenging again and my position right now feels maxed out. I've tried working things out with the boss to balance things out and make it more beneficial but she and I don't seem to see eye to eye on my part in her biz. I think it would be so so great to change it up a little bit. I took on another client this morning and we should be done with the job by August so I'd like to have something in the works by then. More info to come on this decision when there is more info to give! So far all I know is I want a challenge, the bigger the better.

OGEEGNO

I was talking with this cute guy (really cute) last night and I was rambling on a bit about how stinkin adorable my niece and nephews were so I pulled out the pictures afterwards because talking about them made me miss them like crazy.




The beach pictures are from a trip we took to a place called Sokcho on the coast when mom was visiting for Cari's baptism.
This trip was when Ben coined the now popular family phrase Holy Chow! (Instead of Holy Cow, get it?) There was a van stuck in traffic with us advertizing the Chinese restaurant with the name 'Holy Chow'. Everyone was grumpy and hot and Ben was the only one laughing at his new joke as he repeated it to himself and we all just stared at him. He laughed and laughed and laughed until we all gave in and laughed with him. That is how cool my brother is! He can make even Korean traffic jams fun.

Dillon he asked me recently with his fun deep voice full of disgust, "Do you know that Korean people eat dog?" I told him I did and told him that once I almost ate dog soup until his dad stepped in at the last minute and told me what the meat was so I just ate the broth and veggies (I just can't do it, you know how I feel about dogs!) Dillon laughed at my almost demise and I said that I didn't think eating dog was any more gross than eating Ogeegno. (Dried squid, the kid eats it like twizzlers. Disgusting!!) I think my questions about the flavor of squid legs phased him only momentarily until he said, "I don't care, I LOVE it!!!"
But I guess I shouldn't expect less, this is the kid that hustled me out of a dollar to eat his other favorite food. Peanut Butter. He had me going for sure. I first offered a quarter to eat a spoonfull after he stuck his nose up at it. He acted disgusted. 50 cents? NO WAY! C'mon just a little bit Dil... NOPE! A dollar? He looked at my dad then and smiled this sneaky smile and dumped the whole spoon full of PB in his mouth like it was his favorite snack in the world. Man, hustled by a 4 year old. Disgraceful.

As promised

I said in my last post I'd attach another picture due to technical issues never did. Not that anyone was waiting with baited breath but here it is. See the evergreen trees on the right down a ways at the end of the driveway? My grandpa likes to remind me that when we planted those many summers ago I was taller than them. I checked them out this trip, they are gigantic.