Thanksgiving Point

Collin was cool enough to get a masters degree (MBA) and his parents were cool enough to buy him a really nifty new camera as a graduation gift. I'm pretty happy with it too. As you know most of my pics on this blog have been self portraits and because I don't have super long arms (as well as a limited understanding of how to use the camera timer) I have, like, 3 pictures where you can see my feet. Now I have a few more...

Don't worry Jen, he'll never replace you.

Our Good Friend Bob

Last night Collin and I went and saw our good friend Bob Dylan and his Band perform out at the Great Saltair. Ok, so he he's not really our friend and we've never actually met him, but I like to tell people we were introduced by our mutual friend Bob. (In reality the mutual friend was a girl named Jill). Anyway, where was I? We went to an awesome Bob Dylan concert last night. We weren't allowed to take in cameras (or gum for some reason, they threw away a pack that was still 3/4 full, those jerks. What did they think we were going to do? Chew too loud?).So here are some random pictures found online:

Here is Bob, like, 25 years before we were born. OK. Maybe not 25. I'm guessing. Probably more like 15. This is the picture off his Blond on Blond album and I'm pretty sure it was the mid 60's. And here is the old (but awesome) fart today. He is 68. He was so spry and into it, made me think he was on something (ok, he most likely was on something. Dylan and weed pretty much go hand in hand).
It was the most random grouping of people in the audience. There was the old guy with the Santa Clause beard who asked the teeny bopper girls screaming next to him to not yell in the ear with his hearing aid. There was a group of "granolas" behind us in their NorthFace fleece jackets and Tevas. There was big burly guys who looked like mountain men standing next to yuppie looking people in sweater vests. It was awesome.

Ya Feel Better Now?

You'll never guess where we found this rock. I'll give you a hint, the dog in the background has something to do with where we found it.
It was 3:30 in the morning. Collin and I were, as one would expect, fast asleep when we were suddenly awakened by the sound of a gagging dog. Collin put Lucy on the floor and she started throwing up. While she was throwing up (and with me trying my hardest not to, ew) I heard a "clunk" on the floor (the flooring in our bedroom is hardwood). Collin was gone to get towels and when he came back he said "there is a rock in here." How strange is that? The same dog we can't get to swallow a measly little pill willingly eats rocks?

I've said it before and I'll say it again: Marley and Oso were NEVER and sTILL AREN'T that much stinkin' trouble.

Long Sleeve Weather

So, I really didn't need a jacket or a sweater today; but long sleeves came in handy. Just let me know when this gets annoying. I still have jackets, sweaters, gloves, coats, boots, and, as Amy pointed out today, socks. I love bundling up!

Beanie Weather

I'm just going to keep going until you make fun of me. Eh, go ahead. I'll still do it even if you do.

Tomorrow: Either Jacket or Sweater Weather.

I haven't decided.

I love cold weather!

Hoodie Weather

It is also hoodie weather. Lets hear it for comfy hoodies!

(Although the "hood" portion is pretty useless. This picutre may be the only time I ever pull it up)

Scarf Weather

Lets hear it for scarf weather, ya'll!

NOT evil

4 of you have something against Billy Mayes and/or Snuggies; 6 of you think it's OK to use one under certain circumstances; 4 of you are Slanket fans; and 2 of you didn't click on the hyperlink to find out what a Snuggie is.

Collin, however, doesn't read my blog and didn't care what any of you thought so he bought me one and left it on the kitchen table for me to find after he'd left for the deer hunt last weekend.

Hey, if it doesn't work out as a blanket with sleeves I can always join a Gospel Choir.