The 4th of July

I love the fourth of July. It is my favorite holiday. We had so much fun on the 4th growing up. Lagoon and Dirks feild where dad would play the trumpet in the army band. I LOVED that. They would play all those patriotic songs and then we would watch the fireworks and eat licorice. I'm trying to get my kids (and husband) to love it as I do. Every year so far, all the kids are hiding under the blankets because they are afraid of the fireworks and Jed is asleep. But I still watch and enjoy.

Everone thinks I'm crazy, but I love the parades! I love the flag, bands, royalty, little old veterans, motorcyles, clowns, really everything about it. I guess finding a spot and the heat aren't great, but the rest of it is awesome. Frozen chocolate covered bananas- oh baby. And this year we can cheer for Hillary - the QUEEN. cool.

Yesterday, I got this shirt for Kobe for the 4th and he said -"hey, just like Grandpa Randy." My Dad is definetly a 4th of July guy and I think I got my love of the day from him. We need to go to another Army Band concert!

BUGGED

Do you ever have days when everyone is on your nerves? Today is one of those days and I can't get out of my funk, so I'm using this blog to vent (lucky you). I got mad at Jed over the STUPIDEST thing even after he spent 2 days fixing my sprinkler problems and finishing the honey-do list that I gave him before he was ready for it... My kids are driving me batty and my neighbors/friends are all being so rude and insensitive. For example: my LOVELY next door neighbor came over while I was feverishly working on my garden in the 100 degree heat and said, "I just love your cute little garden!" I gave her the look like "are you freaking kidding me?" You had to hear her tone... And then my friend dropped Kobe off and said - "oh, sorry my son hit Kobe because he got mad at him for calling him dody instead of cody. He just doesn't understand that he can't say K-ody." Well tell your kid to stop being such a sh--. haha. I know it's me, but I'm not even pre-menstrual. What's the deal??? Please don't call me today, or I might be overly rude. Maybe a good night sleep and some chocolate (wow - even chocolate doesn't sound good) and I will be "normal" tomorrow. Ok -I'm done.

PS - posting that picture did make me a little happier.

Your probably a red neck if...

I couldn't stand seeing that picture of me!! Sorry if you missed it.

The result of my falling on my face is my tooth slowly dying and then hopefully coming back to life. It has been a very painful 3 weeks. My front tooth was so sensitive that breathing through my mouth, eating anything not-hot, brushing, etc., about sent me through the roof. And to top that all off, my tooth has turned into a lovely pinkish brown color. So, it's now been 3 weeks and the pain is subsiding, but the color is still there. My very non-red neck friend said today, "haven't you gone to the dentist yet?" I said, "No, it isn't hurting as bad - I think it's healing on it's own." She says, "but aren't you going to get that bleached???" I've decided for the time being that I want to truly be a Hilton (red neck, hillbilly). So I'm leaving it brown. What do you think? By the way - the picture does NOT do my brown tooth justice.

Dooby

Kobe is always cracking us up. I love 4 year olds - they are still little and cute and they haven't gotten t0 the 6 year old buggy stage yet. Here are two things that stand out that Kobe has said in the past few weeks:

We went to Lake Powell with Jed's dad. Most of you know Jody, well we were having breakfast and Jody went to pour himself a 2nd helping of cereal when Kobe stood up and said, "NO! I don't want any of my grandma and grandpa's to be fat!"

Last night we went to Tanner's flat with the kids and Jessie was in one of her sulky moods and we were trying to talk to her about being happy and just having fun with the family. On the way home -out of the blue- Kobe turned to her and said, "Jessie, you always follow Satan."

Last thing: I was in the front yard weeding when Kobe asked me, "How do you pray outside?" I told him that you kneel down and pray just like we do it inside. So he kneels down in the front yard and starts praying. When he was done he looked up in the sky for a minute, then let out a little frustrated grunt and started praying again. I asked him what he was doing and he said, "when we pray outside we look up and see Jesus. I want to see Jesus." They had been taught about the sacred grove on Sunday. At least he's listening!

I just love the kid.