Weekend off

Lazy weekend. Nice to have one of those. We've been busy the last couple weekends, on ths go. And I've had to work Saturdays for the last month plus, with more to come for the forseeable future.

Yesterday we ended up going to a late lunch/early dnner with friends at Texas Roadhouse in Ogden. The plan was originally to take some pics of Chris with some of the planes outside the Air Force Museum after dinner, but there was soooo much smoke in the air everything had this yellow-y cast to it. I'll have to try for a different day. But we got out of the valley and had a nice visit over a great meal.

So today there was alot of this


And this


LOTS of watching this

(copyright Reuters)
Boy howdy did my Raiders suck today...with a capital S! Yeesh.

And even some of this


It was a good weekend.

Here kitty kitty....

I'm back already! Suprised, aren't you? ;0)

I found out something today that leaves me feeling...unsettled? Nervous? Creeped out? I'll go for 'all of the above' for $400, Bob. While on my usual morning rounds at work, I found myself in converstaion in one of the offices about hunting. Because right now the mountains are filled to the brim with folks in camoflauge sitting in tree stands for hours on end waiting for some poor unsuspecting deer to wander by so they can shoot it with an arrow, gut it, quarter it, and eventually wrap it up in multiple packages of white paper or tin foil in their respective freezers. Don't misunderstand me - I am NOT against hunting...no way, Jose. I have no problem with people hunting. Zip. Zero. If you don't hunt a species it will overpopulate and then where will we be? Knee-deep in critters, that's where! I'm just saying that I could never do it. Ever. In a million years. I would have starved to death as a pioneer. Or been a vegetarian. But I digress...so in the course of our hunting conversation the subject of mountain lions was brought up. One of my co-workers brothers had a 'run-in' while hunting a few weeks back. So we were chatting about this mountain lion tale (no pun intended, I swear) and a few other ones, when someone casually mentioned that there was a cow attacked by a mountain lion at the feedlot (just a mile-ish) down the road from our facility last Friday. Um...what?? Yes, a mountain lion. Roamed through my town. Near where I work. Not far from where I live. Now I know that they are out 'there' but 'there' is supposed to be UP THERE...in the MOUNTAINS (which are maybe 1/2 to 3/4 mile from my house). They're called MOUNTAIN LIONS cuz the LIVE IN THE MOUNTAINS!!! If they lived in town they'd be called 'town lions'! Jeeez Louise!!! So now that I have that wonderful little tidbit of info nestled in my brain, it gives me pause...when I leave for work, it's dark...sun is not up yet (but I am...what's wrong with that picture?); do I need to worry about having one rove through my neighborhood looking for a chihuahua or 3 to tide him over 'til breakfast? I certainly don't want to become mountain lion kibbles and bits! They said that they think it's in the cornfields west of town. They think...not a comforting phrase. I am keeping my fingers crossed that it is either found and 'relocated' or that he just moves on back up into the hills. Whichever. Just go away, kitty.

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Yes, peeps, I am still here. Since the powers that be over at HQ have decided to clamp down on our 'net use, I haven't blogged as much as I used to...in fact, I really haven't posted jack. It was so much easier when I could write up a post while waiting for reports to print. Ahh, the good old days. I haven't had the gumption to get on my computer at home to post anything. After staring at a monitor for 8 hours a day, the last thing I want to do when I get some free time at home is look at another one. Ick. I'll try to do a better job of blogging from now on. Hope this finds you all happy and healthy. More later!

8 Years Later

For all those lost on September 11, 2001....

Back to School

School days, school days…

Summer break is finally over, much to the chagrin of kidlets all over the country. I know mine is on the bummed side. Myself, I am rejoicing the return of school day routine. I would enjoy the summer more if I could spend it goofing off with my son. You know…taking trips to the lake, hanging at the pool, catching matinee movies, lunch in the park, and snow cone runs. Stuff like that. Oh to be a summer SAHM...sigh.

And in keeping with what has been a long-time new school year ‘tradition’, my darling son is sick. Yes, week 2 of school and he’s already caught some icky little bug. My son has done this every school year for a long time…within the first 3 weeks of school, he will, without fail, get sick. Not a little ‘achoo,’ sniffley/stuffy nose kind of cold. Oh no. We’re talking full-on fever, sore throat, cough and plugged up head kind of sick. Breathing germy air into the atmosphere. Thus sharing the love with the rest of the household. Misery loves company, right? I’d better stock up on the OJ and Zicam now….sigh.

Fall is certainly on its way. I can feel it in the morning air now. The fair back home is about to start. The corn is on, as are the ‘maters and squash. I find myself feeling the urge to bake mounds of breads, cookies and cakes, to cook large pots of chili and stew. I adore fall weather. I wish it could be September until 2 days before Christmas…then it can snow so we can have a ‘white Christmas’, then melt again 2 days after New Years. That would suit me down to the ground. One of the things I enjoy most during the fall is sitting on the back porch on a weekend morning, bundled up in an oversized sweatshirt, in my pajama pants and my Uggs to keep the tootsies toasty, with a hot cuppa joe, watching the sun rise over the mountains, listening to the coyotes howl. The cool canyon wind is sweet with the scent of pine…it’s just me, my coffe, and…whatever neighbor happens to be looking out their back window. Sigh.

Have a good one y'all!