Price is Right

My brother will be leaving shortly for to serve an LDS mission. We are all excited for him and no it won't be to long until he gets back. However before he leaves we have been trying to spend more time with him. Both he and my husband share enjoyment in watching the Price is right. So this morning he came over and jumped into our bed and flipped on the TV with only seconds to spare. It only takes watching half the show and a couple commercial breaks to realize that late teens to mid twenties is not the target market. Instead it would be retired apparently immobile, grandparents. The advertisement either make me confused or open my eyes to a whole slew of problems I didn't realize existed. The best part of the advertisements is the names of the those selling some of the products. For example I was unaware until about two months ago that there was a Tom Cruise selling motorized scooters for the elderly. Anyway watch the price is right and don't skip the advertisements because some day you may need one of the handy elderly products.

French Dip

My grandfather's hearing is in debate. Whether it is selective hearing or hard of hearing. This weekend my dad was in town so we were spending time with him at his parents house. We were discussing the length of my brothers tongue. He can't stick it out more then a centimeter or two past his lips. Well when my dad looked in his mouth he realized that his tongue is connect to the bottom of his mouth closer to the tip then most people. Then the discussion started of wether or not he should have his tongue clipped. The only reason my dad, or any one for that matter could think of was so he could french kiss. We looked to my grandpa and asked if he thought it was a big deal to never be able to. He responded with a look of confusion, and said my brother could have all the french dip he wanted.

Movin' on up

For the last couple months we have been living in my grandparents house. They are on a mission and invited us to stay here while they are gone. We still live in the same city just up the hill and in much larger quarters. Its a lot of fun and also very interesting. My cousin is our housemate and the interactions between her and my husband can be very interesting. The most recent debate is over a bag of coco dino bites. Who can eat them, whose they are and why I don't stop my cousin from eating them. Well what to do? I just sit back and laugh. This morning my husband ate the largest bowl of cereal I have ever seen him consume and then went for seconds. While my cousin didn't notice at all. I guess it was all in vain. He doesn't care but I guess he will again have to adjust to living with roommates.

Time Away

For the first time since we have been married my husband and I spent more then a night apart. It was diffinetly differnt but purhaps the thing that was the most different was I was dog sitting. Three dogs. Two smaller and one quite large lab huskie mix. I have been with the dogs alone but bringing them together has been an intersting experience. The three dogs all have very different personalities and seem to all become very competitive for attention since being together. They can totally ignore me until one of the other dogs seems interested or I pay attention to any other dog or even person. Even a glance is reason for one of them to nip at or growl. Why have I never seen dogs need for attention, and also that dogs can have so much of an individual personality? My eyes have been opened to how well dogs can read humans and also that they really could be a great companion for "man". Dogs really are man's best friend.

Girl Pants

In a marraige it is said, what's mine is yours and what's yours is mine. How far does this go? Saturday was a t-shirt day and my husband had recently decided that his brown cocoa puffs shirt just wasn't making the cut any more. So it ended up in my drawer. I wore it all day and had few coments except for the fact that cocoa is a weird word and why is it spelled that way. Later in the afternoon we were invited to a marshmallow roast. My husband decided to put on some jeans however all but one pair, which was dirty, had holes in them. Sadly he isn't to far from my size actually he fits into pants espeacially those that are long. So he put on the least feminine pair which really with today's fashions did not look odd on himm at all. Upon arriving nothing was mentioned about either of our outfits. However not long after my cousin arrived she noticed. The pockets had no decorations, and by this point he had rolled the bottom because it was so hot. How could she tell? The stratigically placed fadding. I guess if he is going to wear my jeans all I have to do is dye them dark blue and he'll be fine.