Shattered Glass

Sunday as I was walking through the house I heard a shattered of glass. It was sickening to hear; then it repeated two more times I as I stood in the hall cringing at falling glass. My mouth was a capital O.  I went to find the culprit and found nothing. NADA. It. Just. fell.

I called Scott and he said he thought it was a result of the house not yet fixed from the water leak. I got some winter plastic and doubled it over. I used the staple gun to attache it to the window seal. I thought it wouldn't' be so noticeable. Now I have doubled plastic over the gaping hole of my picture window. SO SO trashy. Maybe I will take it down and put it on the inside.

I called the insurance company. They said I  had to leave a message for the claims office. They tried to tell me it was a new claim. NO WAY I told the lady. It is from the crack in my floor that you all are dragging your feet to assess and let it be fixed. We were told by the repair man that the floor would just crumble away as time marched on.

I bet it will stay like that until it is cold. Ugghh. I hate it.

Shattered Glass

Sunday as I was walking through the house I heard a shattered of glass. It was sickening to hear; then it repeated two more times I as I stood in the hall cringing at falling glass. My mouth was a capital O.  I went to find the culprit and found nothing. NADA. It fell.

I called Scott and he said he thought it was a result of the house not yet fixed from the water leak. Now I have doubled plastic over the gaping hole of my picture window.

I bet it will stay like that until it is cold. Ugghh. I hate it.

When 10 days turns into week 4

The engineer who came out to record our house said the report would be finished in 7 -10 business days. Yesterday was the beginning of week 4 20 business days.

I called the head adjuster. He hasn't see the report. He told me to call the independent contracted adjuster closer to our home. He wasn't in. The barley polite secretary said she would take a message.

I wonder how any of them would like to live in what I have lived in for the last 8 months?

St Johns 24th of July Pioneer Day's celebration activities.

For anyone who reads my blog, I would like to post some information about the celebration this week. It starts off  with Rodeo sign ups on Monday evening. But if you missed that you can call in all week until Thursday. This is something new this year. You pay cash at the Pay office trailer before the Rodeo starts. The Sr. Rodeo will be on SATURDAY this year and the JR Rodeo will be on FRIDAY. There is a roping at 9 on Friday. To avoid recreating the wheel here is a link to some information about the Pioneer Days. However, the flyer says you can only sign up on Monday where as it should say there are call ins all week.

http://www.sjaz.us/CurrentEvents.aspx?EID=388

Here is a link to the White MTN Indpt. 2001 Rodeo Pics.
http://www.wmicentral.com/news/st_johns/article_db61d447-f684-515a-882c-0f670878eb21.html?mode=image&photo=3

Mud Bog Boss Fest

I figured there would be a lot of swearing back and forth from two oldest children locked in seat belts, mud and helmets that don't allow you to hear everything. IT was better than I had hoped for.

I came to a grinding halt at the start line. I had to stomp on the old resistant breaks to keep the Chief from lurching forward I stood up and laid on the break while riving the engine up. At the "GO" flick of the start flag I stomped on the already floored accelerator and leaped into the sticky mud. I wanted to plow to the end so badly but it wasn't to be. The ruts were taller than my axles and I didn't hold tight to the steering like I should have.

I hit it hard and pushed to the first big hole. I pushed and pushed the mud which created a bigger hole for the rest of the boggers. I was third out and made it the second further-est. Our friend, Eric, skimmed over the top of the mud and was the only driver to make it through the entire two runs. I was disappointed that I didnt' finish, but taking 4th wasn't bad.

Did I find a new hobby with MUD?

Some people are spectators and others are contestants in life. I am the first. I use to feel very guilty about it; like I was doing something wrong. But then about 5 years ago, I got ok with my spectatorship. I own it. This year I even admitted it out loud to Scott and told him to deal with it. I don't know if it was intentional or not, but Scott 2 years ago he has started "adventure birthdays". It always involved me doing something WAAAAY out of my comfort zone. Last year it was scuba diving. I didn't want to do it and was panicking until we went it. It was awesome. I loved it so much.
 THis year?

THE THUNDER RACEWAY MUD BOG> yea. Driving in the mud bog. We went both nights; Scott drove Friday and I drove Saturday. Scott set it up by first telling everyone we knew that was interested that I would be doing. Thus ensuring that I would have a crowd to disappoint and not just myself. Then he got our "Car" friends to talk to me. Then he left me alone to stew about it.

10 years ago I would  have thrown a huge fit, made a fool of myself, got into a fight with Scott and got my way. It wouldn't have felt like a victory; it would have been empty and wrong.

Now I weakly protest. I get sick and quiet.  I stew and try to figure out how to get out of it.

But this year is the second birthday that I caved in and did it anyway.

My stomache was sick for hours before, swelling to a painful pit that food, drink or breathing wouldn't cure. I got in the 77 green jeep and listened to last minute encouragement. I was ready.

Give a Kid a camp ground.

We were on the road again (...on the road again, just gotta get on the road again...)  for the 4th. Major holidays are always lived in the horse trailer eating hot dogs and bologna. A vegan nightmare.

We hit Mormon Lake where the amount of people there outnumbered our little town. I should have stood on top of the trailer and took a picture of the instatown. Only 1/2 were ropers, the other 1/2 were out of the wood work,  rubber necking, at the real, live cowboys "cities". These are the kind of people who cry when the cow is caught in team roping and cheer when it "gets away". BRO-THER.

But we slept, ate, shopped, roped and HUNTED.

Hunted. FOR. KIDS.
 Yes, for three hours I couldnt' find my kids in a place that had more people than our home town. The last hour their dad hunted on horse back with me. I was at a trot trying to find them before he did. After packing the littlest one on my shoulders and almost running all over camp, I was unsuccessful.
They were lucky that he found them in a crowd of people. It is bad manners to beat your kid in a crowd.

"Get.Back. To. Camp." was all Scott said he had control to say. "RUN!" when they moped back.

"Where were  you?!" I hissed at them when I came around for another look at our camp. They just looked at me with the wide-eyes of confused youth. They got into the trailer for the ride to the next roping. It was a good thing they did; we needed time to calm down and not throw threats over the front seats like worthless barbed arrows. They are grounded from the pool for two weeks... and some other stuff like no tv.