Parade of coveting

Last weekend we went to the St. George Parade of homes, other wise known as the Parade of I hate-our-small-townhouse.

Check out the view, you can kinda see it in the reflection.

This house had a soda machine.

And an ice cream bar.

On the left side of this picture you enter a tunnel under that building at the back of the poolAnd you find this hot tub,

if you continue through a tunnel, you find this, which is in the opening you can see on the right side of the above picture.

This is in the basement, along with a full work out gym, putting green,

basketball court, with a 218 " screen on the wall,

and racket ball court. Yeah, that's just the basement.

The cute boy that's an extra here is Beckham. His dad is Blaine's cousin. They live in St. George and so we gave him a ride back to his house. Along the way we told him we were lost and could he tell how to get to his house.

His reply was just follow the arrows.

And yes, he did mean the turn signals on my car.

Is that genius or what! After all, they've never failed him before.

Later, we went hiking in Snow Canyon, it was just beautiful, as always.

This really didn't seem dangerous at the time, but the picture sure makes it look a little scary.

And my most exciting news is: right now my little sister April is in the hospital trying to get a kid out of her.

It started with a sucker...

Today one of my mom's cousin's daughters, (does that make us second cousins?) came to my work. She was nice enough to bring me one of those delicious See's candies suckers. They are so creamy and wonderful. It was worth noting because she was with her mom and her mom looks like a feminine, very beautiful version of my grandpa, who died a few years ago. And my grandpa loved See's candy and often gave us those same suckers.

So I started thinking about that and what a nice memory of him it is and how some of my younger siblings don't know that about him because they were too young when he died. (run-on sentence much?) Anyway, I was thinking how sad it is they missed out on that and then it occurred to me, what did I miss out on, that I'm not even aware of?

And I decided to try to not miss out on anything else with the family and friends that I still have and love.

Best husband evah!

My sweet Blaine does all the things I hate doing for me.

Like buy my bras.
Brings them home to me.
Returns the ones I don't want.

See, I told you, best evah!

I like it.

You know those magazines that sell shirts with funny sayings, miniature golf for the office and various other gifts? Well, I was looking through one once and saw a poster with this on it:

Life is not a journey to the grave with the intention of arriving safely in a pretty and well preserved body, but rather to skid broadside, totally worn out and proclaiming, 'WOW WHAT A RIDE!'

It made me want to get up off the couch and DO something.

I didn't, but I thought about it.