And Robb. . . .

We've started a new Thanksgiving tradition of going to Ernstroms, as they are the closest thing to family we have down here. Its a great tradition.
This is Amy "Crocker".

We ate. . . .

And Robb watched football.
We talked. . .

And Robb watched football...

We played games. . .

And Robb watched football.

Then, Jazz, Bobby and I went to Harry Potter and Robb. . . .
Just kidding, of course he went.

Its been a good Thanksgiving weekend so far. We are going to put up decorations and tree tonight. And, I will be listening to Christmas music the whole time. Jazz wont allow me to until the day after Thanksgiving. So, Jazz. . . FA LA LA LA LA, LA, LA, LA, LA!!

4 Things. . .

The 4 things I learned while helping out in Bobbys classroom today:

1) Bobby has an awesome teacher. She has a great energy, she's positive yet firm with the kids and you can tell she loves her job.

2)I can barely do 5th grade math.

3)Lovells school lunches are the creme de la creme of school lunches.

4)My son is still not embarrassed to show me affection in public. Even in front of all his friends. He wanted me to sit by them at lunch and he hugged me and told me he loved me when I left. I truly hope this is something he never grows out of.

Valley of Fire

Last weekend, Jazz, Bobby and I, at the last minute, decided to go to the Valley of Fire State Park. We pass it every time we go to Vegas and decided we finally should stop and see what all the hype was about.

There were petroglyphs everywhere. We were all trying to decipher them and Bobby had some good ones. We did finally come to a spot where they explained what they thought each picture meant. Hand meant "death", so every time we saw a hand print, Jazz would freak out. She just knew that the Indian spirits were floating around us and that we were walking all over dead Indian bodies.This is a small arch. You cant really see it in this picture.I am convinced that an Indian spirit possessed Bobby that day. His name was "Jumping Squirrel". He couldn't hold still. We were doing everything in fast motion, though, because we didn't even leave until 2:30 and it gets dark around 4.We hiked 1/2 mile to see this amazing thing. Talk about disappointment. It was said that the natives would drink out of this as it would hold water for months after it rained. It was full of algae and I'm sure millions of bacteria floating in it. I am so very very thankful that I live in the 21st century.I love all the red rock.Nature is amazing. How in the world did this plant grow out of rocks?And this was the gorgeous sunset we were able to witness as we were leaving.It was a fun 3 hours. Ive decided that spur of the moment trips are pretty fun. I need to suck it up and not be so anal sometimes.

Honoring our Veterans. . .

I am a crybaby. Weddings, babies being born, sappy movies, etc. But nothing moves me more than honoring our country and our soldiers. I love Veterans Day. I am so proud to live in this amazing country.

Bobbys class made this tree for the "Festival of Trees." It was my favorite. Every ring on the chain around the tree has a soldiers name who has died in our "Terrorism War." It took them a long time to finish it. How touching it was to look at every name on there and know that they died fighting for us, for our freedoms, for our liberties.
Jazz sang at the Festival of Trees.

Here is a poem I found on the internet. I couldnt find who wrote it.

Eulogy for a Veteran
Do not stand at my grave and weep.

I am not there, I do not sleep.
I am a thousand winds that blow.

I am the diamond glints on snow.
I am the sunlight on ripened grain.

I am the gentle autumn rain.
When you awaken in the mornings hush.

I am the swift uplifting rush of quiet birds in circled flight.

I am the soft stars that shine at night.
Do not stand at my grave and cry.

I am not there, I did not die.

Busy Weekend

This weekend was very busy. We had a Veterans parade and a regional football game, both of which I didnt post pictures of because Im way too impatient.

We also met Vandenbooms in Vegas. I talked to my dad last night. So far, this year, I have seen Vandenbooms more often than Ive seen my mom and dad. (twice) That is way too depressing. Hopefully they will be coming down for Christmas. (My mom and dad, that is.) That would be the best present ever.
I still think we look really good for being a bunch of old farts.

On Sunday, my wonderful husband blessed Bentley. What an extraordinary experience. Did I cry. . . . Of course. I am so very proud of Robb. He really is my rock. He is such a great example. I am so glad that he honors his priesthood and is worthy to use this amazing power. I fall more in love with him everyday.

Booo!

This Halloween goes down for being the biggest bust in my book. Jazz, Bobby and I dressed as zombies and headed to the Funeral Home to hand out candy on Saturday. Not one person showed. Luckily we got some good pics.

Sunday, we didnt have one trick or treater either. We live in a gated, mostly retirement community. Booo! At least we were able to watch some good scary movies on tv.

The setting on the camera must have gotten tinkered with because these pics turned out very spooky. I like it though.