Forgive me for quoting that lame song…

I’m leaving to Michelle’s Condo (WolfCreek), in lovely Ogden Valley (Hey, it may not be far but it is NOT here!) We will be accompanied by Lovely Karen and Polite Brian. We are going to have so much fun.

Straight from there I am going to Texas for My G.Uncle’s funeral and to explore my roots. I’ll be back late Monday night.

I know y’all will be desolate without my presence. Try to hang in there. You should just be glad that Blogger is having issues with their photo code. You are spared from pictures for now…just wait until I return (Wicked, Evil, Nasty Grin….)

Love you all.

Sort of.

20 years ago I was doing the “Texas Star” for PE at Valley View Elementary. I remember the gym smelt like school lunch (Translation: Usually the dominant permeation was corn).

I was in heaven because I was dancing with my 6th grade crush, Javier (Names have been changed to protect the innocent).

I was so busy thinking about how green and enchanting Jav’s eyes were I didn’t even notice another teacher wheeled in a TV and kids were gathering.

I don’t think I could have told you the name of one space mission at that point (Athough I did know who Sally Ride was)

When it finally hit me I was so shocked. I asked my teacher if the crew was going to be ok. On reflection, this question must have really sucked for her to answer.
She got tears in her eyes and choked up.

“I don’t think so.”

I cried.

I read an article that the crew didn’t actually die until they hit the water…3 minutes after the explosion. I thought (Like most people) they died in the explosion. I feel sick about it. I hope they were unconscious and didn’t know what was happening to them.

If you haven’t already, take a minute to honor the fallen and the loved ones they left behind.

Jonathan and I took the boys out to celebrate the fact that my blog has a following! Okay, I am not really sure if Jessica in Minnesota really constitutes a “Following”, but still! It made me happy.

We went to Firehouse Pizza. Apparently, they thought I was a kid because they gave me a menu to color on too. There were only 4 crayons-two of which were Kelly Green and Green that comes out a baby’s backside. Guess which one Mom got stuck with most of the night. That’s ok. It’s my job.

As is usual in my life, the evening was ripe with bizarre conversation. I’ll let the quotes do the talking. Use your imagination to fill in the gaps. If you can, that is!(Evil chuckle)

James on overhearing Jonathan and I talk about Palestinian elections and Hamas: “What?! Now why would Hummus want to destroy the peaceful, green little patch called Israel?”.

Christopher: “Mom, a hundred years ago were Native American’s really just staring at the fire and getting kicked out of their country?!”

Jonathan on doing tech support for 5 hours today with a very small community that uses their software: “They had the best IT guy in the county on the phone-Phil-the retired miner…” (Before Jon freaks at me and gets “Dooced”…Phil did as great a job as possible. They are just a really small county!)

James for no sane reason at all: “Mom, did you know that a bunch of ladies in Scotland want to outlaw urinals? They say it gives men all the power. Do you feel like you don’t have any power because you sit down to pee??? Wait…DO you sit down to pee?”

Oh, well. At least my pasta was really tasty!