John McCain doesn't know how many houses he owns.
Seriously???
How is this guy even running for president?
Thursday, August 21, 2008
Ah, journalism
I found the first and last sentences of this news item hilarious:
CEDAR CITY, Utah (AP) - Iron County authorities seized a marijuana crop field so large they say it took them a long time to walk through it.
Officials say it was a large-scale growing operation on public land with thousands of plants, some more than six feet tall with thick stalks, at 7,500 feet in elevation in an area south of Cedar City.
Hunters alerted authorities to the find.
The U.S. Drug Enforcement Agency says the field was well concealed under a canopy of other plants that would have made it difficult to spot from the air.
Authorities cut down the plants and planned to burn them.
___________________________________________________________
Man, it must have been a humongous field if it took them a long time to walk through it. (Just how long is long? Can we be a little more specific here?).
And what a perk to being in charge! They get to "burn" the pot plants (wink wink).
On a side note, who knew that pot could grow to six feet tall.
CEDAR CITY, Utah (AP) - Iron County authorities seized a marijuana crop field so large they say it took them a long time to walk through it.
Officials say it was a large-scale growing operation on public land with thousands of plants, some more than six feet tall with thick stalks, at 7,500 feet in elevation in an area south of Cedar City.
Hunters alerted authorities to the find.
The U.S. Drug Enforcement Agency says the field was well concealed under a canopy of other plants that would have made it difficult to spot from the air.
Authorities cut down the plants and planned to burn them.
___________________________________________________________
Man, it must have been a humongous field if it took them a long time to walk through it. (Just how long is long? Can we be a little more specific here?).
And what a perk to being in charge! They get to "burn" the pot plants (wink wink).
On a side note, who knew that pot could grow to six feet tall.
Tuesday, August 19, 2008
Monday, August 18, 2008
Happy Birthday Lily!
Lily turned 3 yesterday! She got a lot of fun stuff--games, clothes, RC puppy, books, and a kid-proof fisher price digital camera. Here are some pictures she took. I'll post some I took as soon as I locate my camera. . . These were on the low resolution. I switched it to high after these, so hopefully next time I post some she took they will look slightly better.
Wednesday, August 13, 2008
Community Supported Agriculture
or CSA is something we learned something about last summer and decided to delve into this summer. It's basically like going to the farmer's market without having to go to the farmers market.
We purchased a subscription from Zoe's Garden, one of the few local farms that had opening still available when we decided to sign up (last time I checked, they still did). You chose a size, choose a pick-up point, and once a week there will be a box of local farm-fresh produce waiting for you. You don't get to choose what you get, but you can opt out of certain fruits/veggies if you are growing them yourself or just don't like them.
My friend in Vermont has been listing every week what she got from her CSA, so I thought I'd at least post our first week to give you an idea if you are interested. We are recieving the small size and recieved in our first shipment:
1 Purple Top Turnip
3 Tam Jalapanos
1 Black Beauty Eggplant
1 Black Beauty Zuchinni
1 bag Blue Lake Beans
3 Yukon Gold Potatoes
4 Red Pontiac Potatoes
1 bunch Rainbow Swiss Chard
2 bunches Endive
1 Kolhrabi
1 bag Salad Mix
1 bunch Sweet Danso Basil
1 Early Dutch Cabbage
12 ears Honey Select Sweet Corn
1 pack Triple Crown Black Berries
Besides (hopefully) getting us to eat healthier, I really like the idea of supporting the local farmers and economy, getting very fresh produce (that hasn't come many miles in a truck), and trying new things. Anyone ever heard of a kohlrabi before? Yeah, me neither.
If anyone knows any good recipes for any of the above, please post it in the comments.
We purchased a subscription from Zoe's Garden, one of the few local farms that had opening still available when we decided to sign up (last time I checked, they still did). You chose a size, choose a pick-up point, and once a week there will be a box of local farm-fresh produce waiting for you. You don't get to choose what you get, but you can opt out of certain fruits/veggies if you are growing them yourself or just don't like them.
My friend in Vermont has been listing every week what she got from her CSA, so I thought I'd at least post our first week to give you an idea if you are interested. We are recieving the small size and recieved in our first shipment:
1 Purple Top Turnip
3 Tam Jalapanos
1 Black Beauty Eggplant
1 Black Beauty Zuchinni
1 bag Blue Lake Beans
3 Yukon Gold Potatoes
4 Red Pontiac Potatoes
1 bunch Rainbow Swiss Chard
2 bunches Endive
1 Kolhrabi
1 bag Salad Mix
1 bunch Sweet Danso Basil
1 Early Dutch Cabbage
12 ears Honey Select Sweet Corn
1 pack Triple Crown Black Berries
Besides (hopefully) getting us to eat healthier, I really like the idea of supporting the local farmers and economy, getting very fresh produce (that hasn't come many miles in a truck), and trying new things. Anyone ever heard of a kohlrabi before? Yeah, me neither.
If anyone knows any good recipes for any of the above, please post it in the comments.
Monday, August 4, 2008
High School
*This post inspired by facebook
Sometimes I feel like I am in the minority when I say that I (for the most part) really enjoyed high school. I participated in choir and orchestra, performed in a couple of plays, really liked some of my teachers. But the best thing about high school were my friends. I had a great group of friends who all genuinely liked each other and got along great. Many of us, in the times we have spoken or got together, can pick up right where we left off.
There are, of course, the BFFs Lori and Kirsti that I'm sure I will always be in semi-regular contact with. Lori I've known since I was 9 or 10, and Kirsti since 8th or 9th grade. We also roomed together in college. We had some good times.
Then a couple years ago, Jennifer moved into the neighborhood (hi Jen). We have known each other since elementary school. We ran into each other on Halloween and now do playgroup and book group together.
Another example. By some crazy random happenstance when we first moved into our current house, we ended up right next door to Tom. Tom was in a group of friends I hung out with often. One night he invited us over along a bunch of others from the group that he was still in touch with. A sort of mini-reunion. We all talked and laughed and had a great time even though we hadn't seen each other for several years. I even at one point ran home and found my high school scrapbook so we could reminisce about the high school dances we had gone to together.
Sometimes I wonder how my life might be different if church culture hadn't (sometimes painfully) ripped some of these boys out of my life when we hit 19, but that's for a different post.
If I have a point, I'm not sure what it is. Just getting back into touch with some of these friends on facebook lately made me miss some of my old friends, and the carefree life of high school. :)
Sometimes I feel like I am in the minority when I say that I (for the most part) really enjoyed high school. I participated in choir and orchestra, performed in a couple of plays, really liked some of my teachers. But the best thing about high school were my friends. I had a great group of friends who all genuinely liked each other and got along great. Many of us, in the times we have spoken or got together, can pick up right where we left off.
There are, of course, the BFFs Lori and Kirsti that I'm sure I will always be in semi-regular contact with. Lori I've known since I was 9 or 10, and Kirsti since 8th or 9th grade. We also roomed together in college. We had some good times.
Then a couple years ago, Jennifer moved into the neighborhood (hi Jen). We have known each other since elementary school. We ran into each other on Halloween and now do playgroup and book group together.
Another example. By some crazy random happenstance when we first moved into our current house, we ended up right next door to Tom. Tom was in a group of friends I hung out with often. One night he invited us over along a bunch of others from the group that he was still in touch with. A sort of mini-reunion. We all talked and laughed and had a great time even though we hadn't seen each other for several years. I even at one point ran home and found my high school scrapbook so we could reminisce about the high school dances we had gone to together.
Sometimes I wonder how my life might be different if church culture hadn't (sometimes painfully) ripped some of these boys out of my life when we hit 19, but that's for a different post.
If I have a point, I'm not sure what it is. Just getting back into touch with some of these friends on facebook lately made me miss some of my old friends, and the carefree life of high school. :)
Thursday, July 31, 2008
I'm a wimp!
I went to a weight training (or self described "total body sculpting class") on Monday. Here it is Thursday and I'm still sore. Guess I'll have to go down to embarrassingly light weights next Monday.
Tuesday, July 29, 2008
Good News!
If you missed Dr. Horrible the first time, or just need to see it again (because it's THAT good), it's up at Hulu.
Us 2, neighbors 0
When I mentioned crotchety neighbors, you probably thought of an old guy shaking his cane or a woman with several cats. Neither was the case. The 2 guys that I did catch a glimpse of seemed to be younger--40 or under.
I can understand being annoyed at living near a vacation rental (especially one that is a mere 10 feet away from your own home). But these guys were overboard. It was a holiday, and a weekend. And it is not our fault that the house had no AC so we had to open all the windows to survive.
To whoever called the cops about our parking: It was a narrow road, so I understand your concern. But really, did you have to involve the cops? A simple word from a friendly neighbor would have been much more effective. Besides, the cops said our cars were fine.
To whoever called the cops about our "noisy" party at 8:30 pm: As I said before,
the only reason all of our windows were open is so we could survive the heat, so thanks a lot for making us feel obligated to close them. Our music wasn't loud. We were just talking. Was it the laughter that drove you crazy? Perhaps you were jealous that you don't have such cool friends. Anyway, the cops, after hearing our soft music playing in the background, told us we were just fine as long as we weren't loud after 10. It seemed as though they might have been called by you one too many times to take it seriosly.
It was just so funny because we never did anything wrong. We should have talked to those cops about filing some harrassment charges. ;)
So I got sick saturday morning and had to miss the fun alpine slide/coaster/zip line. I was feeling a bit better so went up to a free concert at the Canyons. Mike and I took a little too long at the car, and everyone else caught the tram up, while they closed it right before we got one because of lightning. So we walked up to the concert, sat down for 10 minutes, had a bit to eat, then it started raining on us. Yeah. We came back to the house, hung out for a bit, then headed home.
Big thanks to all those who helped keep track of the kids so we could go!
I can understand being annoyed at living near a vacation rental (especially one that is a mere 10 feet away from your own home). But these guys were overboard. It was a holiday, and a weekend. And it is not our fault that the house had no AC so we had to open all the windows to survive.
To whoever called the cops about our parking: It was a narrow road, so I understand your concern. But really, did you have to involve the cops? A simple word from a friendly neighbor would have been much more effective. Besides, the cops said our cars were fine.
To whoever called the cops about our "noisy" party at 8:30 pm: As I said before,
the only reason all of our windows were open is so we could survive the heat, so thanks a lot for making us feel obligated to close them. Our music wasn't loud. We were just talking. Was it the laughter that drove you crazy? Perhaps you were jealous that you don't have such cool friends. Anyway, the cops, after hearing our soft music playing in the background, told us we were just fine as long as we weren't loud after 10. It seemed as though they might have been called by you one too many times to take it seriosly.
It was just so funny because we never did anything wrong. We should have talked to those cops about filing some harrassment charges. ;)
So I got sick saturday morning and had to miss the fun alpine slide/coaster/zip line. I was feeling a bit better so went up to a free concert at the Canyons. Mike and I took a little too long at the car, and everyone else caught the tram up, while they closed it right before we got one because of lightning. So we walked up to the concert, sat down for 10 minutes, had a bit to eat, then it started raining on us. Yeah. We came back to the house, hung out for a bit, then headed home.
Big thanks to all those who helped keep track of the kids so we could go!
Monday, July 28, 2008
Weekend in Park City
Had a great weekend in Park City with my amazing friends.
However, I provided unnecessary drama by leaving my purse at the restaurant we ate at the first night. At first I wasn't that worried. I thought I may have just set it down in some strange place. But after calling my phone multiple times and listening around the house, we were pretty certain it wasn't in the house.
Christy took charge and called the restaurant. I still wasn't THAT worried. It made sense that the accountant who came in the morning might not know where the lost and found was. But once we walked down there and they were opening for lunch and they still hadn't found it, I started to freak out. Michael even went so far as to give a couple of garbage cans the once over. All this time we were calling my phone to try to hear it. The thing is, I was more bummed about all the trouble it would be to cancel accounts and get a new drivers license than I was about the cash and cards themselves.
Finally Mike and I walked back up to the house to triple check the house and check credit cards and to decide if we needed to start cancelling things. We checked all the card sites and there were no charges. We decided to wait a few more hours until the person who closed up the restaurant last night came into work today. We were getting ready to find everyone again when my number called Mike's phone. I answered it and it took me a second to recognize Grant on the line "If you ever want to see your phone again, bring one thousand dollars..." (Not funny!! Okay, a little funny.)
So the restaurant had it the whole time. According to them it was "hidden" in the managers office. We must have called the phone 50 times and they had never heard it ringing? Sheesh.
At least, as Christy said, it was a happy ending. Nothing was missing and we had it back.
Coming soon: stories about our crotchety neighbors.
However, I provided unnecessary drama by leaving my purse at the restaurant we ate at the first night. At first I wasn't that worried. I thought I may have just set it down in some strange place. But after calling my phone multiple times and listening around the house, we were pretty certain it wasn't in the house.
Christy took charge and called the restaurant. I still wasn't THAT worried. It made sense that the accountant who came in the morning might not know where the lost and found was. But once we walked down there and they were opening for lunch and they still hadn't found it, I started to freak out. Michael even went so far as to give a couple of garbage cans the once over. All this time we were calling my phone to try to hear it. The thing is, I was more bummed about all the trouble it would be to cancel accounts and get a new drivers license than I was about the cash and cards themselves.
Finally Mike and I walked back up to the house to triple check the house and check credit cards and to decide if we needed to start cancelling things. We checked all the card sites and there were no charges. We decided to wait a few more hours until the person who closed up the restaurant last night came into work today. We were getting ready to find everyone again when my number called Mike's phone. I answered it and it took me a second to recognize Grant on the line "If you ever want to see your phone again, bring one thousand dollars..." (Not funny!! Okay, a little funny.)
So the restaurant had it the whole time. According to them it was "hidden" in the managers office. We must have called the phone 50 times and they had never heard it ringing? Sheesh.
At least, as Christy said, it was a happy ending. Nothing was missing and we had it back.
Coming soon: stories about our crotchety neighbors.
Subscribe to:
Posts (Atom)