2008 Olympic Summer Games...I can relate

As we all know, the opening ceremony to the Beijing Summer Games was amazing and the world was in awe. But the magic turned to shock in the days to follow as we all learned of the deplorable conditions of the participants. The whole "not cute enough to be seen" child vocalist, only two meals in a 48 hour period, having to stand for hours, 22 hour straight rehearsals going through the night and the most shocking...NO BATHROOM BREAKS. Apparently the Chinese couldn't waste time with human bodily function so they issued adult diapers as a solution to forcing the performers crap themselves, which would stain their expensive costumes, costing the chinese government a fortune on cleaning costs.

Was this action of refusing bathroom privileges impinging the performers' human rights? That I cannot say, but I can tell you that experiencing that feels like you have no human rights. I say "it feels" because this is one issue I can empathize with...

I was five years old. My family was traveling the 1200 miles to visit my grandparents in Missouri for a family reunion. Back in those days, we would put the center seat down in our red Suburban and all five kids would lounge around with no seat belts on, watching movies on the 13" TV we'd strapped down with bungee cables as we fought and argued our way across the plains.

My Dad was like many men on road trips, eager to make good time and break the last trip's record. So when I piped up that we needed to stop for a bathroom break I was told I had to wait until someone else needed to go too. Luckily for me, my older sister, Heather also joined in that she needed to tinkle. Parental backfire.

What happened next, let me preface by my current sympathy to the parents that dare stop on a road trip. From our trips we've taken our nieces and nephews, it seems before you shift to "park" they are already in the gas station, knocking over displays (wait that was me last month), playing arcade games, spilling their fountain drinks...30 minutes later you're rounding them up to get back on the road. I guess with kids there is rarely a quick pit stop. Nevertheless, I don't expect small children to be denied the right of a toilet to meet their bladder's needs.

So back to 1990. My Dad was really irritated with his two little daughters demanding bathroom privileges when he was making great time. We were in the very back seat. I was looking out the window grateful that Heather's bladder and my bladder were in synchronization so we could stop the next chance available. Ahead was an exit, I focused on it like an oasis in the desert, expecting to be able to relieve myself soon. As the Suburban sped by my bathroom opportunity I wondered if Dad forgot. All the sudden something soft and plastic hit me, tossed back by my Dad. "Jess and Heather--just pee in those diapers."

WHAT?? Luckily for my Dad, and unlucky for me, the youngest in our family, Herschel was still in diapers. "I can't pee in a diaper Dad. Please just stop!" I pled, warily unfolding the plastic. My Mom encouraged: "Come on Scott. Just pull over and let them pee." It seemed by this time Heather was already folding her urine-filled diaper up in the chubby triangle shape and securing it shut with the sticky tabs. She passed it up to the other siblings, who were obviously not eager to handle the pee diaper, so then the game of "hot potato Heather's pee diaper" ensued until Mom's athleticism saved the day by her catching the flying pee diaper. I remember my Dad laughing and everyone discussing the weight of her diaper and how much urine could a diaper really hold.

In the mean time, little Jessica was in the back almost in tears from her awful situation. I started whimpering: "Dad please stop I can't do it!" By now everyone else in the car was annoyed and my older brother shouted: "Jessica just pee in the diaper and get it over with!" My Dad: "Come on Jess. Heather can do it...so can you." Heather: "Jess it's easy. You just sit on the diaper and whizz." Silent tears squeezed out my eyes as I tried to maneuver the diaper into my pastel pink sweat bottoms, all the while all my family around me telling me to just whizz away. My brother tried to rationalize: "Jess. At least you get to pee sitting down like you're used to. Dad makes me pee in the Gatorade bottles when boys are used to peeing standing up...so I have it worse than you. Just pretend that diaper is a toilet." It seemed only my Mom was on my side.

I sat on that diaper for what seemed to my bulging bladder miles and miles, crying first but gradually building to full bawling.

I was a shy little kid and I would have a problem whizzing in front of everyone in the car, but being the center of attention made it impossible. Finally my Mom demanded: "Scott you are stopping this car so she can go pee." Finally giving in, my Dad suggested: "OK, we'll stop up here on the side of the road." My bawling advanced to wailing--"I can't pee on the side of the road Dad! [sob, sob, sob] I'm not a boy!" So we finally stopped at a rest stop. My Mom went with me while the rest of the family stayed in the car...I guess because everyone peed already in their diaper or Gatorade jug.

By the time I finally had a chance to sit on a toilet, I'd held it so long I couldn't pee. So I just sat there crying for a while longer in pain while my Mom tried to settle me down.

Eventually my little body was able to relieve itself and I felt much better.

I got in the car and everyone started to make fun of me for being the little princess that just had to have a toilet in order to go pee. I was such a high maintenance five year old, not willing (or able in my circumstance) to urinate in a moving vehicle into a diaper with Man From Snowy River blaring in my ear and my brother's stinky feet in my face. So sorry to make that trip full of family fun 10 minutes longer.

So...ya. I know how bad it must have been for all those Chinese people having to wear diapers when they knew tons of bathrooms were a walking distance away. I think my Dad would fit right in as a Chinese diplomat. And, honestly, it could have been worse. I have a friend who's dad would take a camping port-a-potty in their van for everyone to use. She said when anyone had to go #2 they would hear it from the whole family the rest of the trip. So at least my Dad would allow toilets for bowel movements I guess.

Update: session II

Some pictures of Delta. This first picture is RJ with Dallin, who just turned 16. He's the oldest nephew and adopted RJ as: "the little brother I never had". All the neices and nephews mauled RJ pretty much the entire time we were there, but for the most part he enjoyed the extra love...or just slept through it.

"THE RES"

If you go to Delta, sooner or later you will probably experience "The Res" officially known as Gunnison Bend Reservoir. We went to swim on the shore. When we mentioned going that day all the kids got excited about "the Res mud". All the occasions I've spent at the Res I never learned of the mud. If you swim out far enough and dive down, the mud is smooth, stinky, gray and to these kids--pretty awesome. I swam out and brought some back to the girls...squishing it in our hands led to wiping in on our arms which led to smearing it everywhere else. I continued participating in this sewer version of a day at the spa, by letting the sulfuric smelling mud dry, walking to the dock, finishing by all of us running and jumping off squealing in the air. I swam to the surface, trying to wipe the mud remnants off and I noticed two young bikini hotties on the beach watching us. Then I realized what that whole thing must have looked like to a bystander. I think at this point in my life I'm beyond embarrassment...it actually did me good to act like I was also 9 years old that day.

NIGHT GAMES

What is one of the joys of summer for a little kid living in a small, desert, isolated town? Play night games until 1 a.m. We went through many popsicles and received many mosquito bites, but it was fun. We were playing POISON, a game that basically combines basketball, P-I-G, and dodge ball. Usually when someone receives the maximum three "poisons" they are out of the game and mosey around waiting for everyone else to get out. This time we played Rhett instituted the "loser pool". When you lost, you had to sit in the dry swimming pool the rest of the game, so when it ended we didn't waste time running all through and around the house trying to find the rest of the kids that lost early on and got bored. Here we are, the first three losers in the loser pool...the good, the bad, and the ugly (last two titles are reversed in the picture)

Update: session I

So much has happened this last month. We moved from the midwest. Two days in the car alone with a three-month old trekking 1200 miles went relatively well. We got home a day earlier than my family expected. This is my Mom when she opened the door to see me and RJ standing there when 30 minutes earlier I'd lied and told her we were in North Platte, NE.

It is great to be back in the desert!! This was the first time any of our family (other than my mom and Lynette) had ever seen RJ other than the webcam, so we had been looking forward to it.

We headed down to Delta to see the other side of the family and all the nieces and nephews greeted us with this sign, confetti, and silly string. They had already determined a line up of who's turn it was to hold RJ. It was really sweet when Rhett's mom saw/ held RJ for the first time, she's been having a hard time not seeing him until he was three months old.

We had a lot of fun playing with the kids and breaking up the "MY TURN TO HOLD RJ" fights. We baked with the little girls and taught them to crochet. We played a lot of night games, as shown here with the dog pile and the little boys with towels hanging out the back of their pants for flag football.

Willow!

For those fortunate to be born in the 1980s, you probably enjoyed one of the great fantasy films of all time as a child...Willow.

Last night Rhett and I introduced this great film to our nieces and nephews. After, we were interested in finding more about Willow...you can now reap the benefits of our research.

WHO IS WILLOW?

Name: Warwick Davis

Age: Born Feb 3, 1970

Family: Wife, 2 kids

HOW OLD WAS WARWICK WHEN HE FILMED WILLOW? 17 years old

WHAT GOT WARWICK'S START IN FILMS? He was Wicket the Ewok at age 11

WHAT HAS WARWICK FILMED RECENTLY? Multiple roles in the Harry Potter movies.

WILL THERE BE A WILLOW 2? Warwick hasn't heard anything yet, but we can only hope and pray George Lucas will have time

The last treat, Warwick has his own website: http://www.warwickdavis.co.uk/

When You Pack...You Find Some Forgotten Gems

Here are a few things I was excited about when they popped up this week as we packed to move home...

<----This cassette tape. We realized we don't own a tape player anymore, so I had to go listen to it in the car. Classic.

This video was for auditory purposes only--for those wishing to hear the rap. I tried to make it somewhat visually entertaining but it is quite lame. So consider yourself warned.

Did I forget to mention one side of the tape is the rap and the other side is instrumental (but does include the chorus background singers) so you can perform the rap yourself?

I went through all the photos we own and organized them. It was funny going through all of Rhett's photos, some of which I'd never seen. I was impressed with this one. He is only a sophomore (Rhett is muscles in red).

I was packing up and organizing all the baby/ nursery stuff and found this little dress. Last Spring I made dress for myself, and out of the scraps made this baby dress. Obviously I can't use it any time soon because we had a boy, but I tried it on R.J. to see how it fit, or if it fit at all because I just hacked it out without a pattern. To me, he looks like a boy in a dress, but maybe that is because I see him every day and to anyone else he could be a little baby girl. Rhett told me if there's any gender confusion in his future I'll be solely to blame.

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Also, I should have taken a picture (before I packed it away) of my 7th grade Home Ec project. We made wind socks or I don't know what they're called really. A tube of fabric with strips hanging off the bottom. In 7th grade my best friends were Lindsay W. and Marianne K. we called ourselves the "Rebels" to aggravate Miss Morrow, a red head teacher that taught this weird required class that was about self esteem or something?? If anyone the went to Mt. Ridge Jr. High remembers the name of that class remind me. But for sewing, we further wanted to aggravate our teacher--Mrs. Jensen. To do this, for our wind socks we chose the ugliest combination we could. Our strips were black, forest green, and lime green. I have this vivid memory of "Miss Jen" rolling her eyes back and her bouffant shaking in disgust as we laid out our strips to sew. I think she made a comment about "awful color selection" and our demands she provide brown in the future. Why didn't I take the picture of that thing??? Maybe I'll stumble across it when we unpack next week.

Jr. High update: TLC was the home ec course, each term was a different area. The class Miss Morrow taught was Quest...thank you Jessica and Marianne for informing us all. Lynette and I always quote "Miss Jen" on using the "factory fold" when cutting out fabric. I wonder if she's still teaching...

Now back to packing...

Time Line Tag

20 Years Ago...
1. I was three years old and had white blond hair
2. Wore dresses everyday, even through the winter
3. I loved books and would pretend to read for hours
10 Years Ago...
1. I was 13 years old and in 8th grade, ballet was my life
2. My favorite TV show was Croc Hunter on Animal Planet starring Steve Irwin
3. I changed for ballet in the bathroom at school and accidentally walked through the halls wearing my sports bra as a necklace. I was outside waiting with my friends for the ballet carpool before they pointed it out. A girl named Amy Neild who I was intimidated by had passed me in the hall and gave me a weird look.
5 Years Ago...
1. I had just graduated high school and was working for an artist named Thomas Holdman on his stained glass window crew. That summer we were making windows for the Sao Paulo Brazil LDS temple. I mainly cut glass.
2. Was excited to move out to attend Weber State University
3. My aunt told me she would make a bet I would be married in a year. I thought she was crazy and I'm glad I didn't take that bet because oddly enough, I would have lost.
3 Years Ago...
1. Rhett and I had been married for one year and our basement apartment in Ogden flooded and we had to make mad dash to move to ghetto Salt Lake City
2. I was half way done with the Radiology program, living at Alta View Hospital having to put in 24 hours a week of un-paid clinical hours and trying to work as much as possible around that. Some days I'd work a double, 7am to midnight...those were crazy days.
3. We started our summer tradition with all our nieces and nephews. This was the first year and they all came up and stayed overnight and we went to the drive-in movie. They had never heard of them and loved it. We saw Herbie with Lindsay Lohan and Sky High. We were racing home, I drove the girls and Rhett had the boys in the truck at 2am...the girls totally won. Since then, we've done our summer fling swimming in St. George--this year there will be 11 kids. Each year more can come as they turn 8 years old. We LOVE it.
1 Year Ago...
1. We were home and I experienced my full 4th of July in Delta, UT and it didn't disappoint. In Delta the 4th is bigger than Christmas for the town it seems--really fun.
2. We were still living in the old shack of a farmhouse
3. We were hoping to start our family
So Far This Year...
1. I gave birth to our son
2. I quit my job as the Telemetry Tech in the ICU
3. Had to move within 12 days when I was 7 months pregnant because our landlord let her house we were renting fall into foreclosure and didn't notify us...the mortgage company showed up while we were praying before eating dinner to claim the house. We still don't know what was up with that landlord, but it turned out better for us in the end because we moved into a nicer place.
Today...
1. I began packing because we're moving cross-country two weeks from today
2. Made cookies--chocolate chip, pork roast, mashed potatoes, gravy, peas...trying to use the frozen food since we're moving
3. Got pooped and puked on
Tomorrow...
1. We're spending the day to Nauvoo and Carthage, IL to see the church sites
2. Hang out and baby sit 2-year-old twins Max & Jonnie while their parents go to the Nauvoo Temple
3. Going to drive across the Mississippi River for the last time in a long while

Our Favorite Summer Dessert

We have been binging on these all summer. Idea from my little sister, Lynette, who learned of this from her boyfriend during her Jr. year of high school...Stephen--I can't remember his last name.

Step 1. Fill a bowl with shaved ice.

I can recommend the Rival snow cone maker because it's under $25 at Target, you can just put normal ice cubes in it, and it is small.

Step 2. Top the ice with fresh fruit.

We used strawberries, banana, peach, blueberries, and kiwi (not shown). For bigger groups we do the fruit buffet style so everyone can dump their favorite fruits on their own ice.

Step 3. Drizzle Sweetened Condensed Milk over fruit

1 or 2 tablespoons or more. This makes the ice a little creamy as it melts and sweetens the fruit.

Step 4. Eat, die, then go to heaven.

Garage Sale

Last Saturday we were able to sell a bunch of our junk to lighten the load of our cross-country move next week. It was actually a fun day. The med school organizes a huge yard sale for the class moving to rotations. Each family gets a parking space and so the community comes for the jack pots of 50+ families trying to get rid of thier stuff, knowing they'll be moving soon and take virtually nothing so they won't have to haul it all around the U.S.

We made some money, hung out with friends, and cleansed our lives of junk...some of which we've been packing around for 4+ years.

One highlight was shared by the girl in the booth next to us. She was selling a TV. The lady who ended up buying it was checking it out and asked: "Now...this is a color TV right?"

I was laughing so hard...maybe it's not funny though. I can't remember ever watching TV in black and white in my lifetime...can you?

Don't Tease Me!

Tonight Rebecca called and asked...

"Have you been by Aerocare lately?"

"Don't tease me!" I exclaimed.

"I had nothing to do with it, but you might want to drive by." "Sweet!"

"Talk to you later."

"Bye"

Pretty much one of the best phone conversations of my life.

So here is their attempt for Patriotism...

It was 10:00pm tonight and Rhett drove me up. I started twisting my camera onto the tripod.

Rhett: "You brought the tripod?"
Jess: "Of course. Have to... night shoot."

Rhett: "Jess, isn't this a little embarrassing?"
Jess: "What? taking pictures? or just the tripod."

Rhett: "Aren't you embarrassed when people drive by and you're out there with all your equipment taking pictures of that" [pointing to the window]

Jess: [sarcastically]"Rhett, when are you going to grow up" as she gets out of the car

Photo shoot takes place while Rhett and RJ wait in the car. At first glance this wasn't too different from last week, having no major change in the position of the mannequins. But as I got closer, a nuance that has gone unnoticed these last 6 months....

the packaging tape for a neck!!

When I saw this I think I did kind of a little dance. I was really excited and thought it was hilarious. Continued taking my pictures.

I hopped in the car and began telling Rhett about the gem I got of the neck on what I call the "Scarecrow Mannequin".

Rhett: So that must have been what you were freaking out about.

Jess: Oh ya. It was awesome!

Rhett: From out here it looked like you thought the mannequins were real models, pretending to be a photographer--dancing around and getting shots from all the different angles like you were encouraging the models on saying [in a feminine voice] 'looks great. You look hot. Work it girl!'

Jess: I guess from a distance it might have looked like that but it felt more like a mad scientist discovering something amazing.

Rhett: Either way, the people driving by would probably recommend some psychiatric help.

So I hope you enjoy these shots and I'm glad Aerocare did give something new before I left and thanks to Rhett for cracking me up in between and helping put my hobbies in perspective of the public.

Tagged for the Unusual

I think this was the first time I've been tagged personally, so I'm responding even though it was from last December by my bud JILL. Hers were hilarious, so mine will not measure up I'm sure.

I'm supposed to share 6 unusual things about myself.

I guess to think of unusual things about myself depends on my definition of unusual. I define unusual as something that most people don't know about me maybe and things I consider unique....

1. From age 3 to age 16 I was a BUN HEAD. What is a "bun head" you ask? Definition: a person who allows ballet to encompass most wakeful thoughts, goals, future plans, schedule, sacrifices anything in their life that would interfere with pursuing ballet. Sad but oh so true. I saw The Nutcracker on TV when I was three and fell in love and told my mom "I want to dance on my toes." At age 9 I arranged with my Grandma that I would move in with her to live closer to a ballet school that offered serious classical ballet training. My mom decided it was important enough to me she'd drive me the extra mileage. At age 10 I wrote "PRO BALLET IS MY FUTURE" on the arm rest of the family 1889 Suburban...I'm still hearing about that all the time. I did have some great experiences dancing so seriously, some bad experiences include my still deformed toes, but the good things are priceless. ..

• life long friendships with the girls I ended up spending more time with than my family during those years. So many fun times and amazing people
• opportunity to sacrifice a lot for something I was passionate about
• push myself physically
• learn mental and emotional toughness--the dance world can be ruthless on young girls
• chances to travel: Netherlands, Austria, Oregon, Arizona, California, even lived in San Francisco the summer before my sophomore year of high school dancing
• having the high of participating in something you absolutely love doing...artistic fulfillment maybe?

I was 15 and planning to basically drop out of high school and graduate in packets to dance for a small local professional company. My plan was to pursue a career, hopefully ending up in a big company in the next few years. Looking back, I see how I really wanted to put ballet above all other areas in my life and how short sighted I was.

Luckily, God blessed me with stress fractures in my hips that prevented me from dancing. This injury humbled me by allowing my world to crumble to my feet and from the stubble I realized where my priorities should be to help me obtain my true goals in life. Oddly enough, this injury was the hardest trial of my life so far because, at the time, every aspect of my life was altered when I left ballet because I'd allowed it to become my life. I found myself struggling to get to know my family that I'd not been around so much, trying to rekindle friendships at school that I'd let go because I had my ballet friends, and the aching hole in my identity not being able to dance, and testing my faith in God. I didn't understand why He would bless me with a talent, and then take it away after I'd sacrificed so much to magnify it. I think I was so obsessed about ballet I was doing anything to keep doing it, trying to use my own faith to make God change His will (not a logical idea by the way, you get closer to God which is good, but I found He is smarter than I am and broken hips is really what He wanted and the injury was't a trial of my faith, but a wake up call). I really held onto the parable from the New Testament about the woman being physically healed by touching the garment of Christ and then finding out it was by her own faith she was healed. I put myself through spiritual boot camp to try to develop faith sufficient for God to heal my body so I could return to ballet, but found instead God healed my soul so I could have the strength leave it.

It took 6 months for God to wrench my life around and through this process I found Him and myself. I figured out who I was and what was important in life to me in the long run, and realized ballet just couldn't be part of my plans anymore. I actually did return to ballet after healing through the injury, thinking I could still pursue it as an extracurricular activity, not allowing it to become my life again. I actually got back in shape quicker than I expected and performed one last time. It was George Balanchine's Serenade. Probably my favorite ballet I've ever danced, and one of the most fulfilling performances I've had...a tender mercy I think from God because He knew it would be my last. The next 3 days my injury flared up worse than it had ever been before and I knew it was time to hang up the point shoes forever...oddly enough there's still a huge basket of my nasty, worn point shoes sitting in my Mom's living room. But when I gave it up it was forever. I think it would be harder for me to just dance for fun than not do it at all, which I guess is what I've done, I haven't taken a dance class since. And maybe I never would have had the talent/ ability to dance professionally and God saved me the disappointment of giving it my all just to fail and turn around and find I didn't leave myself any other options. Even watching ballet now, awakens my passion I still have for the art and I do admit, even 7 years later, I still miss it in the back of my heart where I try not to look very often.

Looking back, it was the hardest thing I've gone through...which sounds so lame. The hardest thing in your life was giving up ballet? Cushy life...or that's just how important I'd foolishly allowed it to become to me and God knew ballet would be the hardest thing for me to sacrifice in order for me to gain a relationship with Him, and obviously it was worth it...and another perk has been my feet do look much better now than they did. :) And I have experienced much more happiness out of ballet than it could have offered me. I guess that's the gift of trials, to finally see why you had to go through something. The point where you look back and are grateful God allowed you to suffer because you understand the blessings that came from it--in my case, blessings that would radiate in all directions and in all aspects of my life.

HOLY CRAP...NOT WHAT I EXPECTED. I JUST STARTED AND IT ALL GUSHED OUT. A LOT MORE SENTIMENTAL THAN I USUALLY LIKE TO BE AND FAR TOO SERIOUS FOR THIS BLOG. I GUESS THIS POST WILL BE UNUSUAL FOR ME IN ADDITION TO TELLING WHY I'M UNUSUAL...sorry for the seriousness.

Now for something unusual about me that is a little more light hearted.

2. I love RASPBERRIES. For some reason, my brain is chemically engineered to react to raspberries as if it were cocaine or heroine. I can't get enough and it's "eating euphoria" for me. Thus the times as a kid I'd binge in my aunt's raspberry patch, just eating, eating away until it caught up with me and I was just sitting, sitting.....all day on the toilet.

3. I was never asked to prom, thus I never had a prom dress. That pretty much sums up my appeal to the opposite sex during high school. It's OK though, my mom's story of starting her menstrual period in a white dress at her prom with a nightmare attempt to get a hold of feminine hygiene supplies with no success kept me thinking I could possibly be fine without prom in my life...she definitely wishes she had.

OK...now this post has gone a bad direction with bodily functions. You're probably wishing we were farther than half way through this tag...

4. I've only worn high heels once (other than playing dress up)...it was to a Christmas Party in 2005 at my friend, Jen Schow's house. There's a reason it took me so long for me to attempt it, and another reason I haven't done it since. It's best for everyone to keep my heels as close to the ground as possible.

5. No matter how hard I try not to, I HAVE to look at road kill as I drive by. How gross is that? Katherine said at one point she did too, so maybe this isn't too unusual? But for some reason I see it as a lump from a distance and think "look away, just look straight ahead that's nothing you want to see"but then I always have to look at the last second... "deer? rabbit? cat? hopefully a nasty possum?" This bad habit/ guilty pleasure? has become more prevalent since living in Missouri...hopefully I'll be cured when I live in an area with less animal life squashed on the side of the road.

6. I hate to waste...anything...I'm a little obsessive about it. Those who live in close quarters with me for too long will confirm. I went through a period of using minimal water when I showered so I'd get wet, turn off the water, lather up, rinse then turn it off again, put conditioner in my hair, then turn it back on to rinse that out. This drove my older brother crazy who was waiting for me so he could use shower: "What the heck are doing in there? Taking 10 showers?" Apparently every time he'd hear the water turn off he'd get up and head to the bathroom, only to hear the shower turn back on as he'd arrive at the door. After three trips he was ticked.

My best friend in college saw me taking notes on this pre-used sheet of paper and asked "What are you doing. I see plenty of fresh paper in your notebook." What she couldn't understand, even after explaining, if you take a piece of paper covered in writing you don't need anymore, you can flip it 90 degrees to "landscape" position and write across the lines and previous writing with a different color pen and thus you get two papers in one. OK, I admit that was excessive to save one stupid piece of paper.

This all seems like a weird collection of things that make me unusual...not sure this is what the tag was supposed to be.

Dang You Aerocare!

If you've been watching our blog, you've seen two previous posts featuring Aero care. This business wins any award for "Creepy Window Display". Since I know our blog is lame-o I won't assume you've been a dedicated viewer and have already seen the previous posts, here are the links: If this is your first Aero Care experience, I suggest seeing post one first as it explains the business and it might make more sense...but maybe just a little.
Post One--Summer Fun for the Disabled

Post Two--Christmas Eve Murder Scene

I've been driving by Aero care for the last six months waiting for them to rearrange their creepiness to give me another chance to enjoy their "style" one last time before we move in 3 weeks. But here it stays, the same set up since Christmas. I noticed in March they put two green top hats on each mannequin for St. Patricks Day, but please, it's just not as exciting. So here is my final, disappointing post on Aero care...going out with a dud. Also, where did the blond mannequin go featured in the summer post??? I also just noticed that the standing mannequin is missing her 4th and 5th fingers on her right hand. Did a department store put these in the trash and an Aero care employee rescued them???

If you've seen the 80s flick Mannequin, (I loved this movie by the way) can you imagine what these poor saps' options are when they come alive? Hang out and have wheelchair races? Contests who can hold their breath the longest wearing a bi-pap? I bet these mannequins wish they'd never been rescued from the JC Penny dumpster...especially the one that only has a head and hands attached to the red he/she stuffed body.

Fishing

Saturday we tried to go fishing. Unfortunately it started raining so we were only there half an hour. Rhett only had time to catch one measly small mouth bass.

This is a lame post.