Sunday, March 29, 2009
Thursday, March 26, 2009
I've been terrible. Seriously. I've been in Arizona for almost two weeks and I haven't once blogged about it, and I haven't posted a single picture. My poor family.
Craig flipping out the first night.
Hannah partied a little too hard in the pool, and the next day you get this.
This may be the world's cutest child.Seriously.
Pizza night in our fabulous temp. housing.
Hiking... desert style.And yes, I'm the terrible mother who DIDN'T remember to put sunblock on her childrens soft delicate baby skin. And yes, they were ALL red the next day.
Cooling off after the hike.
Craig writing the contract with Awesome Kim. Boo hoo. It's okay, I didn't REALLY want this fabulous kitchen, and that perfect pool anyway.One of the astoundingly lush parks (there are gazillions!) down here.I am obsessed with these children.
And that, my friends, was just the beginning.
Friday, March 20, 2009
Thursday, March 19, 2009
Last night while driving around in the car looking for houses Craig and I were talking about bad jokes. I told a terrible one. Craig didn't laugh. I told him that I always give him a courtesy laugh when he tells a bad joke. To which he replied:
"A courtesy laugh is like a stimulus package. It rewards the person with something they didn't earn, and discourages them from changing the behavior."
Saturday, March 14, 2009
Friday, March 13, 2009
Thursday, March 12, 2009
Why do you choose to emerge now when I really don't want to see you staring back at me when I look in the mirror. Why do you have to look so nasty, and make me look hagged out, washed-out and old. Why when I'm tired, stressed and emotionally spent do you decide to rear your UGLY heads. I mean come on! I pulled all-nighters all the time in high-school, and I pretty much NEVER slept in college, and I never noticed a thing. (although my face was chubbier back then, I bet baby face fat hides dark circles under your eyes better, but on the trade-off you're stuck with the fat face, hmph.) But seriously, facial skin, can't you just glow and look healthy and smooth even though I've been totally trashing you for the past 2 months? I would appreciate you perking up a bit. Let's loose the luggage under the peepers, and the worry lines across the forehead and the stress lines along the mouth. Give me a little something to work with, and I promise I'll get more sleep. I promise, as soon as I finish folding this last load of laundry.
Tuesday, March 10, 2009
This movie gets the Meaker women stamp of approval. See it. It's hilarious. And... true.
Thursday, March 5, 2009
I was downstairs in the basement and their dog was growling and barking. I ran up and told Scooter to go lay down. There was a blast of Arctic wind when I opened the door, and an old woman holding a vase full of roses in one hand and a small bouquet of flowers in the other.
Tuesday, March 3, 2009
When we realized that Craig was going to be heading down to Mesa before me, we figured we better find a place for him to stay, somewhere nice and cheap, until I got there. But after many frightening ads on Craigslist, (one of them--no joke- actually said "share my bed") I decided there had to be a better way. I did some searching on Google, don't you just love google? And I found a website where LDS people list rooms for rent. phew! I put all my fears to rest, knowing that Craig would be in a nice, safe, and normal place.
Sunday, March 1, 2009
On Thursday night, I sat at a table in the Old Spaghetti factory listening to my dad tell the story of how he tricked my mom into singing for him and the other firemen at his station when he first met her. My mom has always had a terrible memory, even back then. So when he asked her if she was still on for that night, she responded with a blank stare. "Remember," he said, "you promised to come and sing for me and the other firefighters, tonight at 7." "Oh yes," bluffed my mom, "I remember." So she went, she sang, and then my dad walked her out. It was standing next to her car that he told her that in fact he had never actually asked her to sing, and it was just a joke...