It's the day after Christmas and we are in total relaxation mode. It's hard to believe it's snowing in Utah when we are enjoying 80 degree sun and waves in Hawaii. I hate posting a blog without a photo, but I haven't taken one picture in the whole week we have been here. Just not feeling the camera-love right now. I'm going to break out my camcorder instead. Movies are just as good.
We had the Mulders, the Taillacs and the DeBry's children over for dinner last night. Cory grilled our favorite Blue Cheese and Sweet Pepper burgers from The Store along with some hot dogs. Ruth brought a yummy salad to go with some veggies and strawberries. Darlene made brownies with vanilla ice cream to top it all off. The Jazz basketball game was on and as I walked into the family room, I was struck by the number of people that were sitting there watching the game. I just had to take a picture. i am grateful for good food and good friends.
Yesterday, my friend Susan celebrated her 29th birthday again. I met Susan last year at a scrapbooking convention in Atlanta and we were roomies. She is one of the most hysterical people I ever met. Susan refers to me as her BUF (best utah friend). I sent her some flowers for her birthday and told the flower-lady to sign the card
and even explained to her what the letters stood for. Well, Susan called me and was laughing at how the card read
and it took her a minute to realize they were from me. So, now I'm her BUS (best utah sista'). So glad we took a chance on being roommates. Best payoff I've ever had on a gamble.
Happy Birthday my BSCF! I love ya and can't wait until August for you to come to the Promised Land.
Right before a major storm hits our house, the birds start freakin' out. They run into our living room windows all day long.
Luckily, most of them survive and figure out that there is no place to go that direction. However, there are the unfortunate few that don't make it. Cory's had to scoop up at least three birds in the past month and dump them in the trash give them a proper burial.
The past three days I have been reading The Gingerbread Baby book to Keaton. He loves it. As we were going to sleep last night, he wanted me to sing him a song. I always sing "Hush Little Baby" to my kids. So I started singing, "Hush, Little Gingerbread Baby, Don't Say a Word, Mama's Going to Buy You A Mockingbird..." He thought that was funny and so we mixed up the words and made our own silly song. After the song, I kissed him good night and said, "I love you my Gingerbread Baby." And he said, "I love you my Angel Mommy."
Cory and I had the good fortune to go see the Piano Man, Billy Joel, play in concert at the Energy Solutions Arena (aka The Delta Center). Our friends, Paul and Darlene Mulder, lived in the same apartment building with Chuck the Drummer. Here's a picture of Billy and Chuck.
We had fabulous seats- 5th row on the floor-dead center. We were so close that we could see Billy's pores. It really was a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity. The concert was great. Billy Joel is 58 years old, but he still has the moves, baby. It was a rockin' good time.
He is not only a great musician, but he was funny! He was cracking me up with his sense of humor. The askew Jazz hat was hysterical and he's really just faking playing the guitar. (Shhhh, it's supposed to be a secret!)
After the concert, we went to the Grand America for a drink with the members of the band. So cool! Wish this picture wasn't blurry, but it's the best one of them.
Thank you Chuck for generously buying us a drink and being so kind to us. You rock!
Thank you Paul and Darlene for inviting us to go hang out with you and the boys.