Thursday, February 28, 2008



Last week our family went tubing at Soldier Hollow with some of our friends. Now I have to admit, days before our adventure I had flashbacks of the last time I went tubing.
I was 13 and my friends and I had chosen a park that was famous among our neighborhood. I think it could be compared to sliding down the top of Mt. Everest (or so it seemed at the time). After reluctantly arranging myself on the tub, down I went. To be honest I don't remember whether or not it was even fun. All I remember is my friend Kristina breaking her arm. There she was with this contorted arm screaming with pain. That was my memory of what tubing was like.
So as we were slowly be pulled up the mountain I was more than a little afraid. With that in mind, I did what any parent would do. I sent the kids down first (someone had to make sure it was safe- J/K). They seemed to make it down in one piece. Knowing that I needed to make it down the hill to meet up with them, I carefully placed my butt in that little round hole. I wasn't sure how I would be getting out once I was finished, but at least I would be safe in the process.
Down, down, down I went. What was that sound? Did that come from me? Bursts of laughter were beginning until they became uncontrollable. THIS WAS FUN!! We went on for close to two hours. Each time making it a little more interesting. I think we might have made a world record for making it down the hill the fastest when we all decided to link our tubs together and make our way down. It was such a blast. For any of you who might have had a bad experience with tubing, I strongly suggest trying Soldier Hollow. It worked for me!

Time for Tubing!

Wednesday, February 13, 2008

Random Thoughts

Okay, so I'm not entirely sure how this conversation came about, but my husband and I were discussing how the phrase "neck of the woods" came about. Then I got to thinking, how does any phrase come to be a common known expression? Here are a few that when you really think about them they make no sense at all or just sound ridiculous!
"Bump on the Log"
"Smart Allec"
"Holy Cow"
"Close, but no Cigar"
"Lights are on but nobody's home"
"Rule of thumb"
"It ain't over 'til the fat lady sings"
I'm not sure what it will be, but I'm bound and determined to come up with a saying that man will still be using decades from now. And it will be at the top of those random thoughts, a thought that everyone who hears it will wonder "where in the world did that phrase come from?"

Wednesday, February 6, 2008

Alright, I've just been "tagged". I'm supposed to come up with 10 weird random things, facts or habits about myself. After a lot of thought I've come to the conclusion that I am very boring. So if you have nothing better to do, read this....

1. I cannot stand feet. They are disgusting! Please don't touch my feet, and if you even try to touch me with yours, I could probably receive a gold medal for the long jump.

2. I recently became aware that I have a nasty habit of chewing on pens. With the people I deal with at work, not a great idea!

3. Some might say I have a small cleaning fetish.

4. To go along with the above mentioned, I clean the vacuum after each use.

5. Ever since I was a little girl I've liked to drink hot water. OKAY, STOP LAUGHING!

6. I hate road trips. Why spend several extra hours to get somewhere when you can hop on a plane and enjoy the actual destination. I don't really care what it looks like along the way. Living in Utah a large portion of the scenery is pretty predictable. You'll either see desert or mountains. I've already seen both. Get me to where I want to go, and I will enjoy my vacation so much more.

7. I can touch my tongue to my nose and my chin (not at the same time).

8. In the summer time I like to work in the yard at night. My neighbors call me the Midnight Gardener.

9. I recently overcame one of my freakish quirks of having to color coordinate my hangers with the article of clothing. Instead they all have to match each other. All the same color and style.

10. Some weird random facts need to only be known as that. Two words will explain plenty: Brass Pole!