Scooter + Sidecar

We must get one of these, STAT.

If you could be......

So with my summer vacation in full swing I have definitely had time to think, of course I fill my time thinking about very intellectual and important things: who will get kicked off the bachelorette next, why are Jake and Vienna acting like they are 3.5 years old, why does Khloe talk in an annoying baby voice to Lamar, what's so intriguing about Tim Wriggins, etc....

Lately I've wondered, if I could choose to be super good at something what would it be?  I've thought long and hard about this and in my youth I would have picked something different but now that I'm mature and a genius....... I pick tennis.  Why you ask?  Well I could play tennis for years to come probably into my 80s, it would keep me young and vibrant, I would get no greater joy than beating my prospects/dates at a sport that they think they have in the bag.

2nd choice: Singing

What would you pick?

p.s. I have no pictures of me playing tennis, only being a ballerina, which obviously I'm not.

Kick it where it counts.....

Considering I'm not working this summer, I should be blogging like crazy right?  Well, here's to a July full of blog posts, I hope.

Consider it kicked:

1. WIND, I loathe wind.
2. People who talk a big game, and never follow through.
3. Buying school supplies in July.
4. People that grunt at the gym.
5. Men who drive their cars shirtless, I actually find this hilarious, please don't stop.


I'm living the American dream right now, I don't have much to complain about, HOLLER!
What do you want to kick where it counts?

From Rags to Riches

You know that song Jenny from the Block, by J LO? It goes something like, "Don't be fooled by the rocks that I got I'm still, I'm still Jenny from the block. Used to have a little, now I have a lot. No matter where I go, I know where I came from (from the Bronx!)." Rrrosa is a lot like J Lo in one way, and it's not her ghetto booty, it's her rags to riches story. Personally I think Rrrosa had it rougher than J Lo. Those of you who don't know Rrrosa on a personal level may not know her Cinderella story.

As a wee puppy Rrrosa was a member of a family, we'll call the Ratbastards, and they lived up to their name. One day, Daddy Ratbastard decided it was time to move, as the KOA was getting too crowded.  After the Ratbastards packed up their 1982 Caprice Classic, Daddy Ratbastard made a decision to leave wee Rrrosa behind.  But they didn't decide to leave her in the KOA, they dropped her off on the side of the highway, which was thoughtful, especially after years of canine abuse.

Long story short...

Hal's cousin, a real dog lover, found her at her local animal shelter.  After seeing those sad almond brown eyes and her helpless cower when anyone got too close, M.A. decided she had to have her.  By the grace of heaven, our sad dogless family, who was mourning the loss of Our Little Angel (Squirt), ended up adopting Rrrosa as M.A. moved to pursue her music career in Nashville.

And the rest is history...

Now she spends her summers vacationing at her cabin in the Teton Valley.  She goes on daily bike rides, prances on her field of dreams, and lounges in the evening sun.  She also goes on our annual  river rafting trip. And this last year, took a turn on the oars, she really has a great sense of direction. This year Hal has rigged up her own fly rod (opposable thumbs not necessary).

It's been a long road but as J Lo once said, "Don't be fooled by the rocks that Rrrosa's got, she's still, she's still Rrrosa from the block."

Let the Games Begin.....

It has been an insane month: moving, birthdays galore, trying to finish up the school year, etc... Seriously, it has been wild.  But it will all be over in mere days. I currently have 8 school days left in the year, hallelujah! This school year has almost killed me, it has definitely been my hardest one yet, but I'm alive to tell about it.  What doesn't kill you only makes you stronger, right? I'm not sure if I buy into that crap, but it sounds like a nice thing.  I'm just grateful that I haven't blown my top and cursed at anyone in my class, that would not go over well, they think the s word is shut up or stupid and they think the f word is freakin.  Oh the innocence of youth.  I guess this hard year will make the summer that much sweeter, I will definitely enjoy it to the max.  To all of those unfortunate folks who don't get the summer off, we should all coordinate a summer where you quit your jobs or take a paid sabbatical and then we can party like it is 1985.  I think everyone should have summers off, it's the least America could do for its working class!

Bring on the Summer of Becca and year 25 for yours truly!

Unless my student's kill me in the next 8 days then.....Kate you can have my wardrobe and all my food in the fridge and cupboard. Al you can have my Mary-Kate and Ashley magnet (I know you've been coveting that for years) and the white brush, you're welcome. Rrrosa you can have my car and all my diamonds.

Shabbat Shalom!

Month of Births

Kate, Becca and Ally circa 1992

Let's raise a glass to birfdey month! Here's to the best one yet!

Let's also raise a glass to Sharon and her killer sewing skills. What's not to love about matching purple paisley outfits? I LOVED this outfit! Sorry Kate, only big girls get to wear cumberbuns. At least you got a cool purse.

I'll drink to that! 

xoxo, Ally - #1 birthday girl

Consider it Kicked!

So our mother hates kick in the crotch days and maybe that's why we've taken a sabbatical.  But....the other  day my Relief Society Pres. told me that she likes kick in the crotch days. Sorry Mom but it's time for a little kick right where it counts.

1. THE LAKERS

2. Losing to the Lakers

3. Headaches

4. Not getting enough sleep

5. "Good times" "Cool Beans" "Valentimes" "Punkin"

6. That freaky midget bear mascot at the Jazz games

7. Killer Whales

8. Rob and Big not being a TV show anymore

9. Skeezy dudes

10. Heidi Montag wanting size H boobs for "Heidi."