Denver Trip

Colorado Capital Building

Last week we headed off to Denver to visit my sister Marianne and her family. It was a special occasion because S's adoption had been finalized and it was time for a sealing and blessing.

Mr. X and I spent the week leading up to the sealing eating Mexican food, watching fireworks, walking Lady, tickling S., playing games, baking Christmas treats, shopping, sight-seeing, visiting and caroling. Would you believe that it was 65 degrees while we were there? That's summer weather for us.

Henry Harrison's first wife and son.

College roommate, E, (she's 32 weeks pregnant, doesn't she look incredible?)

The Best Christmas Pageant Ever

Our ward announced a Christmas Pageant this year...with just a week (i.e. 15 minutes of practice) before the ward party.

Friday night was the "Play" and to be honest it so reminded me of the book, The Best Christmas Pagent Ever. Everyone tripped over their fathers' bathrobes. The donkey wore a clip on tie for his tail. One angel had wings that kept poking people. And the shepherds pounded their crooks as if they were hockey sticks.

All in all it was a successful event*, but I just had to check out the printed version on Saturday. Mr. X and I thoroughly enjoyed reading that classic Christmas tale together.

*Of course we had to hightail it out of the church when Mr. X looked at me and said, "ugh, you okay? Your eye looks really pink."

Four Wheel Drive...

I recently read an article in the Anchorage Daily News and one of the reader comments caught my eye. It tickled my fancy. Make me laugh. I wanted to share it with all my friends, but I knew I'd get slammed, flamed and all out be-littled.

But I can't take it any more. Yesterday, driving home, the roads were icy. I mean we got 6 inches of snow at 33 degrees, the plows went out and then the temps dropped - that kind of slick. Everyone was moving along at a reasonably good clip and then we could tell that there had been an accident. And that comment, that silly comment, totally fit the situation.

Four Wheel Drive: 'Cause it puts you further into the snowbank.

Not convinced? Think about it for a second - a ford focus and a ford F250 - who's going to make the deepest, most dramatic hole? Which one leaves the road, crosses the ditch and buries itself in the snow bank?

Drive carefully out there; 'tis the season.

(Please know that I am not laughing at other's misfortunes, rather I'm laughing with all the four wheel drive enthusists who laugh with me for driving 2wd)