Scott the Plumber

What have we been up to with little time at home this month? Plumbing problems, that's what! We have roots that grow in our pipes, so we have to take the roto-rooter after it. We've actually only had to do it once since we moved in our house over four years ago. The first time we called the plumber. This time Scott took matters into his own hands.





The machine that he used weighs probably around 150 pounds. The hardest part was getting it on the roof by himself. At one point I thought him and the machine were going to come tumbling down. So, I was pretty impressed by his manly strength. Hopefully, the roto-rooter and some help from some root eater we will be back to full flowing pipes again.

One Excursion Down, Two More To Go

My favorite thing about visiting the Provo area is the fresh vegetables. Nothing is better than a big juicy ripe tomato. I could have that for dinner and be satisfied. The corn on the cob is pretty spectacular too. This go around Ami got to experience eating corn on the cob for the first time. I was surprised at how she knew exactly what to do and went to town.



She has become attached to Ryan and always wants to be in his lap. She doesn't care if they just sit there or go for ride. She sits there and points if she needs us to get her something. She plays with him by pulling his sip and puff straw towards and away from his mouth. They both get a kick out of it. When we were all going in different directions she really wanted to go with her Uncle Ryan. She knows a good person when she meets one. So, I'm not so sure what is wrong with Grama.

Upcoming in August

Another whirlwind is about to start this month. We are going to be out of town all except for one weekend for the remaining part of the month. We leave Friday to start our journey to Provo for a week. Hopefully, Miss Ami will do well. We have Grama's DVD player, I'm hoping that will help keep her content. As you can tell she must have done relatively well the other times we've gone to Provo. We didn't leave her on the side of the road for a pack of coyotes to raise. I'm looking forward to it. Nothing special is going on and sometimes that is the best.



Scott will be going hunting for the first time this year, so in a couple weeks we have to go down to my parents in T or C in order for him to practice with the gun he'll be using. He's not sure if he has the heart to shoot a living thing. I told him he better or he will be hearing words out of my dad's mouth that he won't like. Scott started talking if he did get a deer where we would put the mount. Honey, a mount won't fit in our house. I made the mistake of mentioning he could mount the rack. I'm not sure how I feel about the remains of a dead animal being in my house. I'll worry about it if it happens.



And last but not least we plan on going on a camping trip for Labor Day weekend. We've only gone camping once as a family since we've been married. There is a reason for that. We picked the most horrific camping spot. We didn't go too far out of town, so we got blessed with some drunk punks wondering around in the woods at midnight cussing up a storm. They didn't bother Scott one bit. He laid there snoring up a storm while I worried about the punks doing something to the Jeep. In the morning we realized that we had decided to camp at the head of a popular mountain bike trail. Needless to say those people start their days way too early. Scott had one grumpy wife on his hands. This time we plan on going to a pretty remote area between Las Vegas and Taos.



So, if you don't hear from us for a while don't send out a search party we are just on the go.

Possibly a Touch of OCD

Last week I went visiting teaching and took Ami along. When I got her out of the car she noticed that there was a pebble on the sidewalk. She picked it up and tossed it in with the xeroscape where it should go. Then, today I went to the dollar store to pick up some journals for birthday gifts for the activity day girls. I went to put them in the cart when she grabbed them and started putting them in a nice pile. If I tried to rearrange them she would put them right back the way she had them. At lunch time she went to get in her chair when she noticed a piece of dried food on the strap. She took it off and handed it to me. To her things have a certain order and need to be clean. I'm not sure where she is getting this from. I like the house to be clean but usually it isn't spotless. We'll have to see is this continues to evolve. If so she will be telling me to pick up my stuff.