The little prince and reunion events: July 2007
On the 4th, Nathan fell asleep before the fireworks show at the rodeo grounds...which happens to be literally in our back yard. So through the cannon blasts and sparkling sizzles, Nathan slept. Even with the windows open and the blazes of light flashing in the windows....Nathan slept. So then when we came in to go to bed, Nathan continued to sleep on our king size, comfort sleep bed. We didn't want to move him to his crib and risk him waking. Therefore, we slept on the couches. Until four in the morning. Nathan is the beautiful little prince.
P.S. He did GREAT at the parade. This kid is soo darn mellow.
The 10 year class reunion was also this last week. Whoa. I did enjoy the reunion, but was a little dissappointed that more people didn't show. Especially when I knew that there were plenty of people actully living in Lander from our class that didn't make an appearance... Mostly it seems strange that almost no one has changed. At this point everyone pretty much buddied up with the people they would have in high school...I won't pretend I wasn't one of them. Thanks to Julie and the 140 cookies we baked for the picnic. Thanks to Holly, Jill, Lynnden and Amber for organizing this first 'experimental' reunion. Thanks to Shane for taking the class photo and for watching the baby for three nights in a row so I could party. Here's to the next 10 years!
Count Frisby
So, if you didn't know yet...I'll be playing the extremely dashing and mysterious Count Frisby in the Library Melodrama "Penelope, Pride of the Pickle Factory." I play an undercover FBI agent sent in to discover who the notorious Pickle Formula Theif is. Then I fall in love with Mrs. Bertha Blocker...founder of the Blocker Pickle Fortune. You can catch the excitement on July 13th at the church and on July 17th at the Library Carnegie room. Both performances are at 7:00 pm. Oh! And Shane has a bit part as a fireman! Next year, I hope to be able to play a woman.
We could be at the bottom of the sea!
Or at least at the bottom of the Boysen Resevior. So we went boating on 7/7/07 and it didn't go so smooth. We loaded onto the boat with plenty of food, drinks, sunscreen and so forth. Then we headed down the dock and into the water. The engines started. It was 97 degrees out. We stayed at the dock for about 10 minutes....or more....as the captains (3) tried and tried and tried to get the motors (2) in gear. Nathan and I stayed in the lower part of the ship....with sweat on our faces, sweat down out backs, sweat in places that we try not to think about in civilized conversation. THEN we went in gear...and went zooooming away from land. Ahhh the wonderful lake air...cooling almost all of the previously sweaty areas!! So to lunch, boxed KFC...however with no silverware or plates. We had chicken without sides...but plenty of cool bevrages to keep us with H20. Then the girls went out on the tube while the boat pulled them around. I got the baby to sleep. Then the storm. I consider waking baby to put on his baby life vest. But then resist. White Caps...sloshing waters...me, VERY sea sick, the girls on board, the boat to a cove, quickly. There we anchor for about an hour. It's now getting late...time to find our way home. Boat is heavy...one of the engines sounds bad. So my very handy husband opens the hatch to check on the engines....WATER. LOTS AND LOTS OF WATER! We could be sinking. Baby awake. Two buckets and two people bucketing out water as engines don't typically work well in water. And then came more white caps... We're in the middle of the lake, bucketing out water with an oncoming storm. Water in hatch a little lower, left engine working, right engine puttering out of power. Us SLOWLY making our way closer to shore. Both engines on...a little faster to shore when BANGGG! Captain kills the engines. Stranded on the lake. Right Engine back on...we make it to shore...boat flooded. Find out 'perhaps' one of the toilet plugs was not properly screwed in after being winterized. I remain sea sick hours after returning to shore...wonder why it feels like the bedroom is rocking back and forth. Huh...the first voyage...enough to make me wary for a while.
It was a HOTTTT one last night. We do have the new, industrial strength swamp cooler...but we can't leave that running all night...runs out of oil and water...and it's just not good on the motor. (And I think it's from the 1940's, no joke.) Sooo we restlessly tossed and turned in bed last night above the covers, with sweat beads all about our nooks and crevaces. (Not from Hanky Panky!!) About 1:00 in the morning, I find my incoherant body scratching mosquito bites. No big deal...we all get mosquito bites now and again. But five new big juicy bites have been extracted from my arms and legs. So back to sleep I go...then bolt awake from sleep to find a mosquito IN MY NOSE!! Smashed. So we start to nestle in again, after killing a flying pest or two when I look to my husbands knee...which has a HUGE, I mean you could eat this guy for a meal...HUGE grasshopper. Just crawling around on his leg looking at me with it's creepy beady eyes and wiggling it's nasty little antenea about.. (I HATE grasshoppers and millers worse than any bugs...this includes crickets, because they look like albino grasshoppers.) We try to settle down for another humid wink. Now it's about 4:00 am when Shane balks and finds an Army Ant crawling up through the jungle of his leg hairs. Back down again. Now there's something scratching Shane's back...luckily it turns out only to be a plastic clothes tag...but you can imagine how bug inclined we are at this point. 5:55 a.m. phone rings..it's dad with a question for Shane. 6:10 a.m. Baby is awake and ready to roll! How was your night??
Intruder alert
Remember my last blog, when we had all the bugs...so the next we had a cricket. I think I may have cursed myself by admitting to the cricket gods that I despise their kind. We found the nastly little pale, translucent crciket running abroad in our sheets holding up his little banner that read:" HA! I have conquered the bed of the humans and climbed upon their sleeping bodies to have them wake suddenly and fearfully. Long live the crickets!" This, of course, would be his last act on earth. Shane spilled the intruders pale guts. Long live the humans, says I.
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