strange brew...

Today at work I noticed a drawer in the KITCHEN labeled PENS/RAZORBLADES/THERMOMETERS. As if this wasn't weird enough, my curiosity lead me to open the drawer. what did I find? Tampons.

What do Feist and nice drivers have in common?

Nothing probably, but here are a couple stories....

Last night I went to the Feist show in Deer Valley which was absolutely amazing. She is just a dainty babe o la rockin' out on a huge guitar. I think maybe everyone there either added to their crush, or developed one on her. Good music, pretty night, fun dancing.

The ride there was a bit adventurous as my car had a "too hot to trot" problem. It decided to stop working half way to Park City. So, we left the car in Parley's canyon and decided to travel by thumb. It actually worked out well. The three of us hitchhiked all the way to the front doors of the Deer Valley lodge and made it to the show with time to spare. Thanks lady. (Nice Driver #1) Not to worry we got a ride back to the car after the show and it started right up.

Earlier today as i was coasting out of Sardine canyon on my way back to Logan town I was a good 15 miles per hour over the speed limit. A girl passed on the other side of the road and flashed her lights tons of times. This is one of my favorite ways of sticking it to the man. It is the one way we as normal drivers can unite against the bacon. I slowed down and in about five seconds I passed a blood thirsty, radar loving cop a zoid. That girl saved me $100.00. No ticket for me. Thanks lady. (Nice Driver #2)

peach please...

These are my nephews...Cole, Luke, and Van. They made over $30.00 in two hours selling snowcones in our front yard. It looks like lemonade has finally found its match, which is sad, but true. This photo was taken about five minutes before Brights (the dog) threw up ON a customer's shoe. We gave that kid a free snowcone and let him use our hose to clean the puke off his foot. Everyone was way grossed out but for some reason I couldn't stop laughing. good girl brights.