It's the most wonderful time of the year!

Tis' the craziest season of all. First there is piano recital...

(Jingle bell, Jingle bell, Jingle bell rock...)

Swim meet... (took 1st place in two different heats!)

Next we had a orchestra concert...

Then we had school play...

(Christopher did a great job!)

Winter sing...

(Look for the girl in Santa's hat! So darn cute!)

Preschool program...

(Kathryn loves to sing!!!!!!)

And of course everything else that goes with Christmas...shopping, cards, sub for santa, excitment, and the ever enjoyable, Christmas music, which may be my favorite part, so I usually get an early start (October?).

This post may be too graphic for the weak of heart (or stomach)

So, you know that we have a gofer problem, or let me say "had" a gofer problem. After my last posting of the man of our house taking care of business setting off gofer bombs, we had a new development.

A couple of days later, I was walking past our corner where the little critters seem to make a big mess of mounds, and I could see a very fresh pile of dirt. I marched right into the man of the house and said...we have another intruder and the evidence is fresh.

Well, I must say for all the gofer bombs that we had set off in their holes, we must have some well-trained militant gofer that is not effected by our warfare. We had used them all....two whole packages used and they seem to be saying "Hit me with your best shot!" So that is exactly what Mr. Wack-A-Mole did. Not having any more gofer bombs left, and not wanting to run over to Home Depot and risk missing this opportunity, he got his pellet air rifle and made his post next to the fresh mound of dirt.

I was just leaving and took the opportunity to call my mom and tell her how funny it was that he was going to waste his time. That it would take less time to just drive himself to the local Home Depot and just buy more bombs, but he wanted to stake out the gofer hole instead. Well about 1/2 hour later I got a phone call, from Mr. Wack-A-Mole gone military defense squad, and he told me he had shot that pesky gofer right between the eyes! We have won the war against gofer terror, at least this one. He hit him with this best shot!

Kathryn in Church Today

Ah... Stake Conference, on one hand, it's only 2 hours - on the other hand, it seems like 5 - especially with 5 bored children (6 if you include me). So in the middle of the meeting, Kathryn looks up lovingly to Liz and says, while gently caressing her face and brushing her hair out of the way "Mom, let me help you" She begins to comb her hair now with a colored pencil.
"You're pretty, but you're not cute."

Posted by Thom

Who is that man?

So we have this little problem in our front yard. We will walk out and find little mounds of dirt in our grass. It is the evidence that we have a growing hotel under our earth that rents out to gofer passersby. We had a problem for about the first 4 years we lived here, and than a reprieve for the last 3, but wouldn't you know who has come back to visit? Those pesky gofers!

But as you can see, they won't be around for long...I could actually hear them runny and screaming "Save yourselves! Run! The WACK A MOLE champion is coming!" And as you can see, my good husband does look armed and dangerous. If those gofers know what's best for them they will run fast and tell their friends, too.

Personally, I have lost that childhood tenderness I use to have when my brother's would come up from the downstairs with a dead mouse in a trap, or firecrackers in their hand with a mission to blow up the ant holes. Oh, how I would cry, feeling the pain of the unnecessary death of one of God's creatures. Gone are those days. These gofers have made one too many mounds in my yard and I say ...

"Get 'em honey!"