Intentional Lodging

So, this is where we stayed after sleeping in the dirt. I thought for sure that we wouldn't have any problems finding a room in Richfield, Utah...but I had no idea that they were having the ATV Jamboree. We were told to try getting a room at an older motel. My first thought was that any guys spending the week in Richfield would be using their money on beer and not a fancy-shmancy hotel. So we drove to the new Fairfield/Marriott and got a room without even asking the price. The manager gave us a smoking deal after hearing about our ridiculous camping the night before in Arizona. Eli really liked the pool and the awesome breakfast buffet. If you go to Richfield...stay at this hotel. It saved my marriage!

unintentional camping

This is a nice photo of our night in Page, AZ and what happens when tent poles aren't properly replaced in your camping equipment and also the joys of not having batteries for your new air mattress...but mostly what happens when there is no room at the inn.

weekend woes

The really bummer part of only going to your home on the weekends is that no matter how little or much you do, when you get back to work on Monday morning you have a hangover without ever having partied it up. (Not that I know what a real hangover is like...I can just imagine what it feels like.) I would understand if I had set the world on fire with overly ambitious house cleaning (our Ririe house is a pit of debris!) or had recreated like crazy. No, I mostly hung out, fed Eli, bickered with Rex and watched television...I have a sudden urge to catch up on 5 seasons of NCIS. So, here it is the next to last day of the month and I have no desire to work and a whole month's worth of tickets to put in the computer so I can send out statements tomorrow afternoon. Dang, I'm so not wanting to be awake right now. Eli is taking a nap and I wish I could move him over and crawl in the crib for a bit of shut-eye.

Superstar Aquatot

Today was Eli's second swim lesson of the Fall and can I just tell you how much he rocked! At just barely 8 months old, he is truly a little fish. His teacher, who just happened to be my swim teacher when I was in elementary school, used him as the class example on how to do everything. Then all of the other swim mommies would ooh and ahh over how talented and cute Eli was...my son is definitely more popular than I'll ever be. So...I may not exactly fit in with the yuppy swim mommies and their 3 carat diamond rings, pilates and cocktail partiness, but at least my son is the Michael Phelps of Aquatots!

Here, moosey-moosey!

This morning Eli and I got to watch a mama moose trying to control her two rambuncious calves playing in the park across the street. The 2 little darlings would chase each other and mama would get nervous whenever they would get too far from her. All 3 moose (why not meeses?) were hanging out by the jungle gym equipment and wouldn't you know it, when I went to get my camera...they headed back into the willows. Dang! Eli had fun though...and Grandpa May enjoyed sharing it with him. Who needs to drive to Yellowstone?

Locker Room question

Okay, so what in the crap is up with old ladies walking around naked in public swimming pool locker rooms? Today was Eli's( 8 month old cutie) swimming lesson at Teton Co. Rec Center and he was assaulted with multiple views of saggy old lady parts! I try to be modest...why can't they?

Howdy

Here I am venturing into the world of blogging...dragging my feet a little. This will probably take me all of a week to fail at. I'm always at least 2-3 years behind everyone else...so, here goes nothing.

I first want to thank Mich for tutoring me a bit and encouraging me to not be a wimp. Mich rocks and the rest of us just wish we could. Did you notice how I just spoke for the rest of humanity? Hope you all don't mind.