Wow!

So mom made dinner tonight.........it was really good but my mom had to go so far to get a "wow" factor out of Joe and I. I walked up to the table and looked around and in a glass container was something yellow with shredded something in it. I just looked, and then I looked again until my mom said "it's jello with shredded apples". I honestly thought it was too much butter with shredded hashbrowns floating in melting butter. So then my mom explained to Joe and I how when she was a kid they invented jello recipes and she was trying to be creative tonight, yes she was born and raised in Utah, can you tell? We just went along with it until my mom went as far as to tell us that when she was a kid they would put cheese in their jello. I had to tell her that was not normal and then the next thing I knew my mom was throwing shredded cheese on her lemon/shredded apple jello. Let me tell you, she definately got the "wow" factor out of us! I told her I was blogging about it right then and I got up and here I am. So while as I was logging in to post my entry my mom says "I guess it was carrots instead of cheese". I rest my case mom. Thanks for the good laugh.

What is that smell?

For days now every time we open the fridge we swear something has died in it! We have all smelled it except for mom, which is weird because she usually has the strongest smelling nose. Anyway, I've pretty much stopped opening the fridge or I would prepare myself by holding my breath, grab what I need, shut the door, and RUN! Well, GOOD NEWS! My mom just found the problem. I was sitting here reading blogs when I heard her say "I think I may have found the dead smell in the fridge, I think it's the brocolli." She asked me to smell but I told her to take it to Joe instead. So she walked back to the office to ask Joe and I was sitting her all nice and cuddled up on the couch I smelt it! Yes, that's how bad it is! All she had to do is walk walk by me. Seconds later I heard Joe saying "uh! That's it!" Needless to say, my mom decided not to cook the brocolli (thanks heavens) and the dead smell is gone. Yea! Mom saves the day!

sad but true

On Tuesday on my flight home I had to fly from Vegas to Atlanta, yes I am aware how long of a flight it was, to be exact it was a 4 hour flight. I was dreading it but I knew I had a good book, sudoku, and much needed sleep that would occupy my time. When I got on the plane I was glad to see that it was leather instead of the nasty disgusting clothe seats that I had on my way out and then I was happy that I had a window seat. I sat down all situated and comfortable and waited to see if I was going to be crammed in my seat with someone next to me. Lucky only one person sat down and he was on the isle so there was a seat in between.

Now here's the sad part, the guy sitting next to me was middle eastern. I know I shouldn't judge and I know it's bad to judge but that day I was judging. So we got in the air, I got my book out and was reading. All the while I was watching this man next to me in the corner of my eye. He seemed nervous about something and I think that's why I was freaking myself out. I really thought I was going to die that day. He kept shaking his legs really fast and kept leaning foward and then back and then forward and then back, then he kept grabbing for things in the seat infront of him. Mind you, this was a 4 hour flight so he was probably just bored, but I thought otherwise. I was really trying not to pay much attention to him but I couldn't help but notice him.

At one point he reached down into his backpack, which I was watching very intently, and he pulled out a little notebook and started writing in it. At this point I really thought it was over for me. I thought he was writing his last goodbyes and then we were all in for it. After he got done writing he got up and started walking to the front. You guys this is how retarded I am, I actually sat up in my seat and leaned over to watch him and see if he was "actually" going to the bathroom or if he was going to the cockpit to take over. Not only were my hands sweating from reading my intense book but they were sweating even more watching this man and thinking I was going to die.

Luckly he just went to the bathroom and came back and sat down and then started shaking his leg again and then writing in his book. I was relieved that nothing happened when he sat down but then I started thinking that maybe he put a bomb in the bathroom and it was only a matter of minutes before the plane blew up. So here I am thinking of all these scenarios when all the while this guy was probably just bored from being on the flight and nervous to see who was meeting him at the airport. He finally fell asleep and I finally told myself that I was being rude for judging him and proceeded with my book.

As you can see we safely landed with no highjacking or bombing and I lived through my 4 hour flight. I'll be more careful and maybe more discreet next time I'm on the plane with someone suspicious.

Fun Trip

I realized it had been like 5 weeks since I blogged last so I figured I would write about my trip to St. George. I left last Tuesday and flew out to to Julia's to decorate the babies room and to celebrate Brooklyn's birthday. I had tons of fun! I painted the babies room blue and then did a green and tan border around the room and then in only 4 of the squares I did my first art project that I was pretty dang proud of. I didn't have my camera with me but you can check out the pictures from Brooklyn's birthday and the babies room on julia's blog www.thejandnboonefamily.blogspot.com .

While I was there Julia was put on bedrest so I got to play with the girls a lot. Courtney was able to get to know me better and Brooklyn as always was so stinking cute! Monday I wanted to get a few things done while I was there so I took Brooklyn out with me shopping and I got to spoil her with whatever she wanted. Her new favorite thing is Mac and Cheese, which I thought I liked until I made it for them and then I wondered how I ever liked that stuff. Well when we went shopping it was past lunch time and so I promised her something to eat and I realized that target had a little restuarant there and I saw that she could get a mac and cheese happy meal. I opened it and almost vommitted it was the nastiest looking mac and cheese I had ever seen but she absolutely loved it and then we got home and she obviously didn't have enough and asked for more so we made her another batch. I'm telling you that girl can eat some mac and cheese.

I left on Tuesday and was sad to go. Thanks Jules and Nathan for letting me come out! Secretly I was wanting Julia to have her baby while I was there so I could see him before I left but I know it's better for the baby and Julia that he didn't. She's 33 and 6 today which is the furthest she's ever gone so we're praying for 2 more weeks!