I've always thought it was kind of lame when people got all wrapped up in American Idol and were way obsessed with a certain contestant and acted like they were going to die if someone got voted off. I mean, who cares. Get a life. Well, that was before I got TiVo... Now, I'm like come on Blake Lewis, don't let me down!!!! You ARE the next American Idol, or I will DIE. I'm not even joking. I think I love him. Not really, Jason, if you are reading this, I just think he has a really good voice. And personality. But Jason is actually just as wrapped up in the show as I am. Last week I watched an episode live without waiting for him to come home and I thought we were going to get divorced (okay, he really wasn't that mad). Fortunately, we stuck it out through the weekend and this week I decided to wait and watch it with him after the kids are in bed. It's actually kind of fun to have something that we share and can talk about that isn't kids, work, house, cars, money, bills, taxes, blah, blah, and blah. It's like we're dating again and we have a common interest. And there are still 7 weeks left of marital bliss. I feel so blessed.
On a different note:
Confidential to
Larry Birkhead - Congratulations, I knew it all along!!!!!!! If you need any help with Little D, you know where to find me.
Dallin and Luke were thrilled with the chance to meet a very large kitty on Saturday. The kitty was less thrilled to meet Jason and his bow & arrow in Provo Canyon earlier that morning. Jason has been cougar hunting all winter and luck was finally on his side. The other day he was up Provo Canyon helping a friend hunt for turkeys (it's like a wildlife death camp up there) and they came across a cougar track in the mud. So he called another friend with cougar dogs and the next morning they went up the canyon near Vivian Park and found this little guy about 100 yards from the cabins and playground. Jason thinks the turkeys attracted the cougar because they go out on the playground and peck around in the grass and are easy prey for the cougar, much like small children playing on the playground would be. So, note to self, don't let kids play on playgrounds with turkeys. Very dangerous. Also, Jason's expert cougar friend misidentified this "tom" as a female, and the taxidermist had to set him straight. Jason had to endure a lot of flack from his family about not knowing the difference, yada yada. I guess with cats it's hard to tell? Or something? But, in Jason's defense, I would be a lot more worried about my husband if he actually were an expert on cat crotches. That's all I'm going to say about that. I'm just glad he finally got his cougar and lived to tell the story.
We were eating dinner tonight and Dallin looked out the window and saw tons of black smoke coming over the rooftops behind our house. Being the ambulance-chaser that I am proud to be, I grabbed him and we ran out to do some investigatory reporting. It wasn't a house, thank heavens, but a barn (that was dangerously close to a house) and the flames were incredible. It was just south and west of us about two blocks away. The fire trucks weren't there yet, but we could hear the sirens coming. We ran back to our house and told Jason to grab Luke and get in the car for a closer view. We drove over as close as we dared while still maintaining our dignity (close enough to see, far enough to avoid the glares of the authorities). The flames were so close to the house that I can not believe it didn't catch fire. The house is in our ward, but I don't know who the people are. I bet they were having a few moments of fervent prayer, though.
