A Little Something To Read

Happy Birthday Isabelle!

WARNING: This song was not rehearsed. We are strictly amateurs.

So I’m not really one for forwards but today I received one from my little sister and it made my day. It holds so much truth and I laughed at every comment on it. I don’t know who originally wrote it, but to whomever it was I give you full credit. You are genius.

"You know you're from Malad when...
-Your last name is either Hess, Evans, Williams, Thomas or Jones.
-You are mostly Welsh.
-You are the shortest of all of your friends.

-Your favorite adolescent activities were pumice jumping, playing Sardines, Rambo or toilet-papering.
-You went to school with at least four of your cousins.
-Your schoolteachers were your friends parents.
-Your schoolteachers confuse you for your older siblings.
-Your parents are either farmers, schoolteachers or work at Hess Pumice, La-Z-Boy, Thiokol or Nucor.
-As you drive you have the urge to wave at people in passing cars.
-You are slightly suspcious of traffic lights.
-You laugh when people don't understand four-way stops.
-Drive a car from the previous decade and was probably previously driven by your older siblings.

-You knew everyone in your graduating class.
-Know gossip about your friends before they do.
-Miss the mountains when you leave home.

-Use words like 'borrow pit, 'jockey box' and 'sluffing school'.
-Samaria isn't a place in Israel, Saint John isn't a Catholic saint, Stone isn't another name for a rock, the Summit isn't the peak of a mountain...
-You've had the same haircutter, doctor or dentist for your entire life.
-You knew some of your teachers by their first names and may have had their #s in your phone.
-You have hiked to the M.
-You remember the time that school and church was cancelled for a week because of the flu. http://findarticles.com/p/articles/mi_qn4188/is_20031206/ai_n11424125
-You remember the pipe bomb that was diffused in the courthouse parking lot.
-You laugh at all the "Lotto-Day Saints" that come up from Utah to play the lottery when it gets huge.
-You miss Paula's Sandwich Shop.
-Whenever you come home you have to eat at the Drive-In, the Dude Ranch or Tillie's just to make the trip complete.

-Your summer jobs were provided by the city or county (cemetery, parks, lifeguarding, road crew), or worked on the family farm or on the sod farms.
-You've had some of the same friends since Kindergarten.
-You go anywhere and someone knows somebody from Malad.
-Your parents are best-friends with your best-friends parents.
-You had a specific parking spot at the high school.
-You could find your parents pictures in the old school yearbooks and the senior class pictures in the halls of the high school.
-You've learned, from sad experience, that the weather in Idaho can change with the drop of a hat.
-You have no qualms with playing in the rain.
-Humidity kills you.
-You have one rockin' farmer's tan and your lips are always chapped.
-Know what 4-H is and have entered a project in the county fair.

-Once a year you go to Lagoon and the State Fair.
-Compare the 4th of July fireworks with the previous year and the result is always different.
-You love the unique festivities in Malad like The Welsh Festival and the Christmas Parade.

-On the last day of school you rode your bike to school, had a waterfight or went swimming.
-A Friday night isn't fulfilled unless you cruise Main Street, hang out at the corner or eat at the Drive-in.

-You've become adept at entertaining yourself no matter how bleak and boring your situation may be.
-When you leave home you realize that not everyone is as awesome as people from Malad."

http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Malad_City,_Idaho

A year ago today....

The weather today makes me miss the midwest. I don't know why, but it just does that too me. Its just like when you smell a familar scent from the past and it brings back a flood of memories.

I was in the midwest for my mission. This is just a picture of me and Heather and Terrence at the Glenwood, Iowa ward party. If you can't tell we were angels...I know, so cheesy, yet so clever . If anybody from Nebraska/Iowa is reading this, I miss your guts.

Have a Happy Halloween!

So here's the real story...

This is what happened:

I got a blog
I didn't tell Mikey about it. (gasps!) I know, I know. I did this mostly because I was shy about it and then I just plain forgot to tell him
Mikey finds my blog because as he says he just good like that
Mikey posts a blog (the one before this) - out doing in me with his creativity and wit

While I was amused by his twist on the truth, I want to set the record straight and share what I know about the real Mikey....

This is MIKEY and he is DEAD SEXY!

As much as I hate to admit it, Mikey may be a teensy weensy bit better at driving then me.

He has a great voice. He's the only one out all of our friend brave enough to sing at Karaoke night. He does a mean version of the Cheers theme song.

Kids love Mikey!

He shares the same love that I have the classic Boys II Men. Haha, for reals, this was the best concert. Oh and by the way he has great taste in music which especially helpful for someone like me who is musically challenged.

He bleeds blue.

There is much more to be said of him, but most of all he's the coolest guy I know. Stay tuned - you never know if he'll decide to post another blog.

This is MIKEY! And he is DEAD SEXY!

Mike is not shy... He is actually really crazy...

He dresses good too!

Mike is addicted to snorting colored cocain... He obviously got a little out of control. Rehab is next! HAHA.

Mike was originally slated for this statue, but was cut out. So this is what it should have looked like.

Right after this I tipped the canoe...

This is right after Mike left the skin heads... He now has long hair... the transformation was beautiful... like a caterpillar to a butterfly. Its a good thing he changed cause I being with a gang member is out of the question.

This is us hiking at the Oregon Coast.

So I have kept this blog a secret from Mike, but now you all can get to know him. He is 39, has two illegitimate children, and lives out of his car. He doesn't like to file taxes so he sits outside Home Depot and gets picked up for work with his day laborer friends. He mostly works at this 'herb' farm. I think its called hashish, but I don't know what that is. All I know is that he is always really chill when he comes home from work. Mike recently got hit by a Ben and Jerry's ice cream truck, so he sued them and got free ice cream for life. Its what we always eat when we are together. I love 'Moose Tracks'. He is really funny though, so that makes up for most of it. His most significant trait is sarcasm. Maybe in the future I will tell you all much more about him. I hope he doesn't find out about this blog, so keep it a secret if you can!

California Dreamin'

So I made it to San Diego. No zoo, no beach - no need. I was quite content bumming around my sister's house with her and her little family. We did make it to a pumpkin patch and corn maze to celebrate the season. They were so accomodating letting me hold Isabelle and take extra turns putting her down for a nap. Bonus of my little trip: an In-and-Out Chocolate Shake