The funniest thing happened on the way to the play

So Lacie, Ashelyn, and I are returning the car after the green show to put away the folding chairs when Lacie bends down in front of a Altima and says, 'oh wow! I can't believe my license plate is bend, how did that happen...' while simultaneously straightening the license plate. Then she stands up and says 'oh, this isn't my car,' then turns to the Hyundai on her right and proceeds to repeatedly push her car remote to unlock a car that still isn't hers! She then looks to her left and on the third attempt sees her Honda and opens the trunk so we could empty our arms. Ashelyn and I laughed so hard I almost peed myself right there on the asphalt.

I realize that I might possibly be the last person on the planet to see a live production of Les Miserables - and yes, I too am wondering what took me so long to get around to such an amazing story, in this case I had a little bit of help nudging me in the right direction 1) Lacie saw the play when she was a teenager 2) Ashelyn loves France 3) my friend Kate got an summer job in wigs (for Les Miserables).

A quick road trip to Cedar City which included plenty of good country music, time in Brian Head, and a stop at Granny's Antiques was a great get-a-way with my favorite girls.

Go Cougars!

In celebration of class reunions across the country this month I have decided to wipe the dust off my own yearbook and post a photo from my alma mater, Illinois Valley High School, located in Cave Junction, Oregon. While it seems like just a blink in time when we bid good-bye to the 70's and I donned this stylish cowl-necked blouse with matching vest and skirt combo, it has been 23 years. What stands out for me as I gaze upon my past is that puka shells and bad hair is a timeless treasure.

Happy 4th of July

It wasn't the best part of my day, getting into my car post bike ride to find my battery dead, nor was I excited to realize that the jumper cables were in the other car (the one at home)! Equally unexciting was the mental checklist I went through on who I was going to use as my lifeline: "PHONE A BOY" to get instructions on how to jump a car, once I was able to buy a pair.

Sans Pep Boys I was able to find a pair of cables at Fresh Market and luckily for me I had eight full weeks of adult community education in the form of beginning Spanish and I was able to read the instructions on my $21.00 purchase: vehculd de refuerzo: roja pos, negra neg vehuld descargado roja pos, negra motor. I realize I am equally fortunate to have the opportunity to safety inspect and re-register my car this month....yep, you guessed it, my next lifeline: "HIRE A BOY" will be used at Bargain Tire when I convince Mario to clean the white crispy stuff off my battery posts.

I've got nothing!

I just read Kelli, Ashelyn, and Nicolas' blogs and the only thing I have at this very moment is blog envy and a major backache....the backache isn't from reading the blogs, it is from bike riding today...nothing I can discuss in front of my Mother has happened lately so I will resort to posting photos:

My new toaster oven cooking a dinner of fish sticks

Steve (happy fake birthday), Steve (circa 1972 yearbook), and Don

Quinn at the beginning of a coffee filter butterfly

Aside from some random photos, I've got nothing! Crazy, I am not even in any of the photos, but here's an idea, read any one of the blogs on my list - they are great!